My little sister moved out of the house when I turned 20, while I stayed put. We were always close, and we wanted to keep in touch after she left. I’d call once in awhile and we emailed and sometimes we chatted. It was the chatting that did it. There is something about the computer that kicked up our intimacy. I let it happen, so did she, and besides I liked to drink a bit much which started in the afternoon, which left me drunk with her on the computer.
I never thought of her in any kind of sexual way until one particular evening on the phone.
“What is it?” I asked. She seemed wired, giggling and distracted. “You drunk?”
“Naaaa, not it.” A singsong voice. “It’s Nothing. I’m eating, s’all.” More giggling.
We talked some more, but there was something odd about her. I could not put my finger on it.
“What are you eating?”
“Mmmmm. Some lovely little pastries – a pecan danish and a carmel chocolate muffin. Oooops I spilled some.” And she was laughing again. Giggling.
“You’re crazy. What has hold of you?”
She cuts me off, “Hahaha. I’m freaking buck naked David. You caught me naked. I work out without clothes and you called, I saw it was you and thought what the hell and picked up. You can’t see me so…. I answered without clothes and I been talking to you this whole time eating pastries au natural. Happy now?”
“As in…”
She laughed, “I GOT NO CLOTHES ON Einstein. Yup, your talking to your little sis in the buff. And now I got crumbs of this muffin all over me. Looking at a piece on my thigh right now, want a taste?” Laughing again, “You know what! My muffin is the same color as my muffin! It’s almost like eating myself, come to think of it. HAHAHA.”
“Siiiiis.” It came out like a hiss. I had no idea what to say. Shit I was hard. “I…you making my day.”
“Really? Well, just a sec.” I could hear her put the phone down.
She paused and I could hear her moving around.
“I’m back.”
“You get dressed?”
“Of course, now you know, too weird. Unless…you liked me the other way.” This little sing song back in her tone, a manner in her voice she never used with me.
“Actually, I…did…like you the other way.”
“hahahah. Oh God, Pervert. Just a sec.”
More rustling around and then she is back on the line.
“What’d you do now?”
What do you think? She is laughing again.
“You naked again?”
“Worse. All I got are these cute little pink panties now. Little see through pattern, silky, mmmm, feels nice, a little ribbon right in the middle.”
Oh god, what it did to me.
And at that single moment I could not stop thinking about her body.
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Actually, what I found out is, she worked out every afternoon in the buff while her roommates were gone, and showered and dressed before they got home. That new fact had a huge impact on me. Every day at that time I had a hard on thinking about the fact she was somewhere without clothes on. And, I took it upon myself to IM her or call, by chance of course, in the afternoons after that right at her workout. It got to be a regular thing. Until she stopped answer the phone. And then I was not getting hold of her by phone or by chat, no emails. Nothing.