But he was certain. He had realized it the day before, when the three of them were goofing around for a brief moment before they left for shopping. He...saw them standing in a row, laughing together, bumping their hips into the others to try to knock them off balance, then laughing all the harder when one succeeded.Like that moment, a wave of emotion washed over him so strongly it threatened to consume him. The girls had all adopted Allie's nicknames for them – and had given Allie one for. She was growing out of her “ugly duckling” looks now as a sophomore. She traded in her glasses for contacts and was actually starting to fill out her shirts quite nicely. She wore tight jeans that showed off her round ass and I often had to hear from the guys in school how hot my sister was. I would get jealous, believe it or not, but couldn’t say anything about it, so I would often fall back on the “That’s my little sister you’re talking about” line. The last weeks before graduation were real. Did I have a conscious about it, her being my own sweet sister? Fuck me no, not in the slightest."Fancy a beer?" I asked."Sure," she said.It was almost too easy for she downed the beer I poured for her and then she headed for the shower. She returned bubbling with energy, dressed in just a thin dressing gown. The Zed I gave her was working well and I knew whatever I did now she would never remember tomorrow morning."Shit, sis," I said. "You look fucking sexy." Shame on you, brother," she. She gave the counters where the food had been prepared a wipe with the soapy rag as well. ‘Look at me, every man’s dream girl: I’m barefoot, naked and keeping myself busy in the kitchen. What kind of girl am I that when I’m stripped of my clothes I automatically go domestic?’ She put her hands on the counter and hung her head. She stood and looked down at the clean counter for a couple of minutes. ‘I don’t feel subservient. I feel…horny. God, I’m so wet right now. But I don’t feel dirty or.