Afterwards she had excused herself, saying she had a great deal of homework, and hurried back to her room. And discovered that she was still naked.Sh... had stood in front of the mirror, gaping, her mind dull. She had gotten dressed...she had! She must have—wouldn’t her parents or brothers and sisters have said something? She’d looked down at herself: there were her feet in their fuzzy slippers, her legs in blue jeans, her upper body in a white blouse. But there she was in the mirror. There was the tree, boxes of decorations, and other party items. I brought it all out to the boardroom, set up the tree and lights, and put the empty boxes back in storage. I found a mistletoe and put it in my pocket. I returned to my office as Sandy and the other women began decorating.Sandy knocked on the open door to get my attention. She leaned against the door frame, feet and arms crossed, and gave a sly smile."I seem to need you again,” she said, ”unless you are too busy for me.””I always. As before, my cock grew somewhat. We went out to my lawn which is not overlooked by neighbours. Again I turned round several times, this time in the sun. "I wish I could get a sun tan like yours, Peter." "You can, in time." "Do you think I could do it here?" "Of course but I would see you naked." "I'll do it but you must behave when I'm naked." "I shall, so don't worry." There and then my sister stripped herself naked and dropped her clothes on to the grass. That was the first time I'd seen her. Melody and I were barely more than friends when we started. The last five weeks had been an emotional roller coaster. “I’ll never be able to play racquetball like you, Lissa,” Melody continued, “I’ll never be able to paint like Tony does. Shhh ... it’s true. But my darlings, never in your wildest imaginings will you ever be able to love me more than I love you.”“Let’s go home and talk some more,” I suggested. I said “home.” It didn’t really make a difference where that was, as long as I was.