A Winter Day with my Sisters

The sun was trying to break through an ashy sky that was over head on that Saturday afternoon. I was making my way up a steep hill that was blanketed with two feet of white snow. I had to occasionally wipe my forehead of sweat and adjust my snow cap while trying to ignore the taunts of my sisters who had already conquered the hill; they were sitting at the top waiting for me. They had it easy though. I was the one who was pulling our orange sled uphill with me. When I finally reached the top my sisters grabbed the sled from my hand and jumped in it waiting for me to join them. I sat in the back and we started inching forward until we finally broke the landing and started speeding down. My sister’s hair flew into my face and the winter wind was so cold that it felt like knives slashing against my frozen cheeks. Suddenly, we hit a bump and flew into the sky before falling back to earth and crashing into a pile of snow while the sled continued forward across the snowy field.

“I think we should probably go in now,” I said as I picked myself up.

My sisters agreed and we caught up with the sled and started making our way down the street. Every house we passed proudly displayed a Christmas tree in its window and was intricately decorated with lights, red bows, and holly. We walked passed yards with nativity scenes, snowmen, fake (and a family of real) reindeer, blow-up Santa Clauses, and a whole seasonal mess of decorations. When we set foot upon our own front porch, our house was no different than the others. I took my house key out of my jacket and opened the door. We were greeted by a wave of appreciated warmth.

My little sister closed the door behind us to barricade any invading cold from coming in. We kicked our boots off and threw our jackets onto a bench that was sitting next to the wall. My sisters walked upstairs and I stayed in the dining room and undressed. After taking off each piece of wet clothing, I was standing in nothing but checkered boxers. I walked into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and after a few minutes my sisters joined me. They also had taken off their wet snow clothing and were standing in front of me in their underwear and shirts.

We each heated up a bowl of soup and went into the living room to watch television. As I ate my bowl of warm chicken and noodles I couldn’t help but stare at my younger sister as she lay on the floor. She was on her stomach and the shirt she was wearing had hiked up on her back. I had a perfect view of her panties. She was only 9 years old but already had a round butt that often ate up any underwear she happened to be wearing. I watched as the galaxy of pink stars that were printed on her panties would disappear into her crack as she moved her legs. The pink outlining would rise up showing more and more of her white, bubbly butt cheeks.