The Bookworm, the Dog, and Me

When I walked into the dining room for breakfast this morning, the first thing I noticed was my little sister Mikaela in her sheer nightie. It stays hot here in the summer, and to keep the electrical bill low our Mom doesn’t really crank down the A/C enough. I noticed that Sis’s nightie was ripped in the front at her waist, and I could see scratches on her stomach, but best of all it gave me a peek at her cute little bush. My little sister doesn’t wear panties, and I enjoy seeing the dark patch underneath. It wasn’t that long ago that her mound was pretty much hairless, but it looks as if puberty was beginning to kick in on her too. I commented about her nightie and she said, “Your dog jumped up on me and tore it”. Duke is our rambunctious Australian Shepherd. Not feeling like arguing about Duke not being just “my” dog, I just let it go.
I wasn’t feeling the best when I left to walk to school this morning. It’s not a long walk, but it sucks walking a couple of miles alone. My 14 year old bookworm sister had complained to Mom that she wasn’t feeling well, and Mom let her stay home because her grades are all straight A’s, but since I didn’t at least make Honor Roll last grading period, Mom said, “You have to go”. I think Sis was really just feigning sickness, which sucks because I did really feel sick (maybe it’s because I stayed up late playing video games til 2 a.m). Oh well, that’s life.
Mom is single, and has to work a day job, and I really wondered if she just didn’t want her horny son staying home with his sister alone.