Although the room was dark, I had a full view of her taut, little ass. I could tell there were no panties beneath the thin layer of her pink nightshirt. Every few moments a bright scene on the television flooded the room with light and improved the view.
She was lying on the floor in front of me, stretched out on her stomach with a pillow beneath her chest. Her body was slim, toned and perfectly proportioned. The two smooth crescents of her ass rose like luscious plums from her thin waist. Her nightshirt rode all the way up her long legs, ending just at the rise of her buttocks. It was hard to believe that she was barely eighteen.
Her name was Holly, my girlfriend Laurieâs kid sister. It was a Friday night and I had once again been left alone with her while I waited for Laurie to return from work. Laurie worked the late shift at a semi-conductor factory and wouldnât be home for several hours. Every Friday was bingo night for Mom, and she usually got in later than Holly. Dad wouldnât be showing up any time soon either. He had abandoned the family over a decade earlier without so much as a forwarding address.
So on Fridays when she wasnât off at some friendâs house, I was left alone with Holly. I didnât mind the company at all. She was actually a lot of fun, and a tough, single-parent life had forced her to mature faster than most kids her age.
This arrangement had worked out fine until a few weeks earlier. Laurie and I had taken Holly to a pool party at the end of the summer, and I almost fell over a lounge chair when I saw her come out of the bathhouse in her swimsuit. She was tall for her age, taller than Laurie, and the string bikini she was wearing didnât leave much to the imagination.
Her body had blossomed over the summer and the smile on her face as she strut past me showed that she knew it. She was an athlete, a gymnast in the winter and a soccer player in the summer. Years of hard work had shaped her body nicely, and adolescence had now filled her out to perfection.
Since that time our relationship had changed. I couldnât help but flirt with her, and she returned my playful advances in a way that encouraged me to continue. So there I found myself, alone with her; able to stare all I wanted without any worry of getting busted.
âMan, theyâre really going at itâ Holly said.
I tore my eyes away from her pouty behind and looked up at the television. Billy Bob Thorton and Halle Berry were up on the screen going at each other like mad dogs in heat. We had rented the video Monsterâs Ball, and I was surprised to see how steamy the scene really was. âDo you and Laurie do it like that?â she asked.
âExcuse me?â I replied.
âI bet you do. I bet youâre good at it tooâ. She rolled over on her back and looked up at me, grinning. Her nightgown was stretched tightly across her breasts, the fabric molding itself like Saran Wrap around her hardened nipples.
âI, uh...â my voice cracked, âYour sister doesnât like me to talk about that stuff with anybody.â
âI can hear you sometimesâ. She rolled back on her stomach and put her hands under her chin.
âThat was the neighbors you were hearing, not usâ. I could feel my face turning red.
âYeah, rightâ. She knocked her feet together a few times and curled her toes. âIâd like to do some of those things with a man.â
I cleared my throat. âYouâre a little young yet to mess with stuff like that. You should stick to holding hands at the movies and necking on porch swings for now. â
âOh, please! I was doing that in Junior High. Get with the times.â
âWell excuse me. Iâm just trying to be the concerned, responsible adult here. So youâve been dating guys since Junior High, eh? Are you seeing anyone now?â
âHell no. The boys my age are all dweebs. I want someone older. Someone with experience. Someone like youâŠâ
I couldnât believe what I was hearing. I reached for a throw pillow to cover the bulge forming in my lap.
âThatâs very flattering, but I donât think your sister would like it.â
âArenât you going to give me the line about me being a just kid, too young and inexperienced to handle an older guy?â
âWell, yeah, you are kind of young to get messed up with older guys.â
âOh, really?â she asked. âSo you donât think I could handle it? Youâd be surprised.â
âAll Iâm saying is that you have to be careful at your age, especially a good looking girl like you. Youâre vulnerable, and there are lots of guys that will try to take advantage of that. I didnât mean to imply that you couldnât handle it or anything.â
âMaybe I want to be taken advantage of,â she said, âAnd Iâd like it to be a man with experience, someone whoâs sensitive, someone I really like, someone like you.â
âWell thank you. Iâm sure you will find that man someday.â
âI donât know about that. They all seem to be taken.â She pressed her chin back down on her arm and stared into the TV.
I didnât like where the conversation was going, or maybe I did like where it was going, which was all the more reason to end it. I faked a big yawn and got up off the couch, keeping the pillow in its strategic location. âWell, I think Iâm going to hit the sack.â
âSo soon, Sleepyhead?â she asked.