Sisterly Arousal

I was asleep in bed when I felt a thumping on my shoulder and
quickly turned to see the cause. I squinted in the bright
morning sun and my sister, Gabriella, spoke, “Hey, get up…I’m
making breakfast.”

I glanced up at the clock and noticed it was already noon. I
nodded to my sister that I was soon getting up and she began to
leave my room. She stopped at my door and said, “Mom and dad
went downtown for the day…we’re supposed to make dinner, too.”

I got out from bed as soon Gabby had left. I pulled some clothes
from the floor and went into the bathroom across from my room. I
washed up, got dressed and then went upfront to the kitchen.
Gabby greeted me, “I made pancakes, o.k? That’s your juice…”

I picked up the glass and downed the orange drink in one large
slurp. I sat at the table and waited for my breakfast. Gabby
often makes breakfast for me when we are the only one’s home.

As I sat and waited, the sun suddenly broke free and a blanket of
light shone through the blinds and drenched the room in a
comfortable, warm, wave of energy. I looked over to my sister
and noticed she was still in her nightgown. Gabby is very open
about herself around the family, especially me. It is not
unusual for her to be in her nightgown, however, she wore no
panties either. Her small breasts were clearly noticable behind
her faint blue nightgown. As the sun entered the room it was
also impossible to overlook her teasingly dark crotch from under
her nightie. She acted quite unstirred, and walked over to me
with my plate of food. At this distance I tried not to look too
obvious and therefore I didn’t stare at her. She took a seat
next to me at the table and said, “It sure looks like a nice day,
huh?” I replied, still not looking, “Yeh, it’s supposed to be
real hot.” At one point during breakfast she yawned and stretched
her arms above her head. I glanced at her and peeked at her
pointy breasts against the soft fabric of her gown. I often
wondered if she purposefully displayed herself just for her, and
my, enjoyment. I began to think of her as quite a seductress…
and expositionist. She is my sister, but nonetheless, is
curiously sexy and it was hard for me not to think of her
gestures.

I finished my pancakes and took my dishes to the sink. I stopped
in the kitchen and spoke aloud, “I dunno what I’m gonna do today.
I think there’s shopping happening later.”

Gabby stood and walked from the room talking, “I’m gonna
shower…if Jen calls, tell her I’ll call her back.”

Gabby left for the shower and by the time I had gone in the back
to my room, I heard the water running. Though I knew it was wrong,
in my curious adolecence I couldn’t help but notice my sister at
breakfast and now wanted to see more. After a painfully slow half
hour, the shower stopped and I made a plan. I went into the
bathroom across from my room where the hair dryer is kept. I
skillfully placed it far in the back under the sink. I knew my
sister always came out in a towel and figured as she bent down to
get the dryer, I could sneak a good view of her rear.

Soon, Gabby did come from the shower and, as expected, was in a
towel.