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Little Sister

I was at the post office the other day and I had quite a blast from the past as I ran into a woman I use to know named Stacey. Stacey is the little sister of my hot blonde ex-girlfriend Shelby who I have not seen in a about ten years. Shelby and I dated for a little over a year before she broke up with me due to my inability to commit. Shelby is pretty family oriented so I saw her little sister Stacey a lot. Stacey was only two years younger than Shelby but that was just one of the many ways that she was truly Shelby’s little sis. Stacey was the opposite of her sister in most ways. Stacey was a brunette and although she wasn’t ugly, with her short hair and glasses she was the “plain Jane” type. Stacey was short and round, not obese but she was definitely plump. Her looks were not the only way she was overshadowed by her older sister as Stacey was reserved and incredibly shy while Shelby was a social butterfly.

While I was dating Shelby, Stacey was married to a loud drunk named Jimmy. Although I never saw Jimmy physically abuse Stacey he was an asshole who would put her down constantly for her looks and he expected her to wait on him hand and foot at all times. I suppose that is the main reason I would try to be extra nice to her and compliment her in subtle ways when I could. Shelby told me that her baby sister had a bit of crush on me but I never gave it much thought back then.

Stacey looked about the same as when I last saw her, a little bit older as she was now 40, but still the same ole Stacey I remembered. She told me Shelby was engaged and doing well and that she had left Jimmy and was doing well also. I told her nothing much was new with me except for my job, I had gone to college and gotten an IT degree so I was doing pretty well with that. She laughed when she heard that as said she didn’t even have any idea how to set up the computer she got for her birthday last month. It was my day off and I wasn’t too busy so I offered to set it up for her and though reluctant at first she smiled when she finally agreed to accept my help. She did seem a bit more outgoing and confident than the old Stacey and although her looks hadn’t changed much, soon enough the way I looked at her would change drastically.

Stacey’s house looked about the same as I remembered it, a little run down but well kept. The thing that stood out though, especially on hot days such as this, was that it had no central air so fans and window units were positioned around the house to try and keep it cool. Stacey offered me some lemonade and I got started setting up the computer in her bedroom. Stacey sat with me for a little bit but then told me she had a few chores to do so she left the room with me, the computer and her personal files on a thumb drive to download from her old computer. I finished setting up the P.C. which was a pretty nice one with a big flat screen computer monitor almost twice the size of her old one. I finished downloading her old files that mostly were songs and old pictures, when I started feeling a bit nostalgic so I snooped around looking at some of her old pictures of her sister and the rest of her family. I ran across a miscellaneous folder which held another misc folder which held another one. That folder was titled “D-Yellow Shirt” which seemed like an odd name for a folder. I clicked on it and was shocked by what I saw.

One drunken night back when Shelby and I couldn’t get enough of each other we had taken some sexy bedroom photos of each other just for fun. I told her I deleted mine ( of course I didn’t delete them but I would never show them to anyone and let’s face it, I am a guy.) and she told me she did the same thing. I never in my wildest dreams thought she would keep them and I especially never expected her to show them to her little sister but there I was on the screen in my yellow dress shirt (Shelby’s favorite) and nothing else. I was a little embarrassed but I have to admit, it was pretty good for the ego that Stacey had these on her thumb drive. I thought about deleting them but I figured she would die of embarrassment if she knew that I knew she had them so I just finished up and told her I was heading out. She thanked me for my help, hugged me goodbye and although I was reluctant to leave, I had no reason to stay so I headed out the door. I stopped at the front window and looked at her with her back to me in her t-shirt and jeans standing on her tippy toes to reach a shelf in the front room, her big round ass swaying as she dusted and her cute tiny wrinkled soles stretching as far up as she could to finish that last bit of dusting. Once she was done with that she disappeared to the back of the house.


I headed to my car with that last look stuck in my head and I reached for my car keys that were not there.