I had rested my chair against the embedded pillow in the seat, and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes after a few minutes too look at Rasika to realize ...hat she was staring at me. Her breathing was back to normal. As I opened my eyes, she held my hand and tapped it. She whispered “Great kiss!” I smiled and said “Thanks! No once more?” She again looked around to make sure no one would notice and then gave me a go ahead. We again kissed. This time I had put my hand over her breast while kissing. “Everything’ll be fine,” I reassured her.She sniffled a little bit, turned around, and looked me in the eye. The look wasn’t of disdain or hurt, it was of trust, trust that I had built up with her over the years. We just sat there, looking into each other’s eyes, and then the feelings hit. It was like a spark. I slowly moved in, closer to her face, and seeing that she wasn’t backing away, moved in for the kiss. It was just a light peck on the lips at first, then it gradually started to. She pulled the shorteners tight, forcing the belt to sit snugly against her hips.The white thong was next, pulled into place so that the sparse white lace just barely covered her mons. The rear string nestled between her cheeks. The matching white half bra was next, adjusting her breasts to sit comfortably into the half cups her nipples peaking out above the lace. Black strappy high heels followed, then her habit.Normally the hem of her habit would reach the floor, but with her heels, her. Benjie, froze as he reached across the arm of the sofa for the TV magazine. He realised that his t-shirt had ridden up exposing his lower back and Alice’s lingerie. Alice, his seventeen-year-old twin sister, was sitting on his left on the sofa, whilst they watched the Big Night In on TV, a charity fundraiser for the NHS. It was rare that they actually sat and watched the same TV programme but during the Covid-19 Crisis the family had come closer together, by necessity.“Now, now, Alice, be.