Anyway I’d made it finally to my own living space, my own bijou, one bedroom apartment. There was no need to hide anymore, no sneaky visits to my si...ters’ underwear drawer and make-up bag, no more squalid stolen minutes with part of me on the alert for the sound of keys in the latch and unexpected footsteps. I thought I had been very brave it was the one job I wasn’t happy with doing myself, I had attended a nail parlour in a town far enough away, that I didn’t care whether or not they. I and my brothers were playing pranks on our sisters from time to time to scare them. But then something happened, and the scene was quite freighting.My sister just took my hand in hers and then pulled me closer to her. Well, she had just turned 19 years then and had developed an ample amount of breasts. My hand directly was placed by her on her breasts. A shock ran through me, and I tried to pull my hand away as a brotherly instinct.But she just held my hand tightly and didn’t leave it. Well,. “You want to see my purple?” I teased.“That seems like something best done in private,” she responded.“Isn’t it naughtier right here? With someone you barely know?” She bit her lower lip as she contemplated the scenario."Right here?" she asked.I nodded and stood up. I turned away from her and knelt as if tying my shoe. I felt my shirt ride up and knew she could see the lavender satin peeking up above my jeans."Are you intrigued?" I asked when I stood up.She nodded, again biting her lip.I. It was late and everyone was tired and crowded with all our gear taking up room in the suv. Logan had nodded off to sleep and Katy was zoned out driving. I was slouched down watching it snow. Sandra and Lana had both laid their heads down toward me. I scooted the bags up so I had a little more leg room. Both the girls were 5’10 and it didn’t leave me a lot of room to spread out.The conversation had died down and I thought Katy and I were the only ones up. She would look back and laugh that all.