Next morning, Nisha again was ready for her bath in her panties. She started bathing. She heard her brother knocking on the door. This time she covered herself with a towel she brought and called him in. Irfan was disappointed to see his sister covering herself with a towel instead of her hands. He was visibly upset. Nisha noticed this and laughed inward.
She didn't wear the towel fully. She just had it in front of her. It covered her in the front alone from her chest to her knees. But the back side was bare. Since the towel was draped over her wet body, it started to get wet as well. They both noticed this. She knew this would happen since this isn't a thick towel. It was just a one layer cotton towel. She planned this to rule out towel as a possible way of covering herself.
"Hurry up. My towel is getting wet. Finish putting the water to heat and get outta here." she commanded.
He consciously made a slow effort to finish his work. He took occasional glances at his sister. The white towel was becoming transparent. It began sticking to her boobs and abdomen. He enjoyed the view. He could see his sister and restless. He didn't want to test her patience any further. He went to the toilet.
She started bathing again. She knew his brother was taking extra effort to look at her unclothed or partially clothed. She wasn't going to disappoint him. She didn't want to expose herself to him wanton. She wanted it to be an accident. She half hoped her brother would just barge in unannounced so that she will not be the one to blame.
Irfan called out from the toilet. She again covered her front with the towel. This time it became completely wet. It was sticking to her body like a second skin. Irfan was taking glances at her. He was trying to be discreet. She wanted him to look. She called his attention.
Nisha pointed to her towel and said, "Slowpoke, the towel got wet completely because you took your merry time."
Irfan was looking at her now. No, he was gawking at her. There she was, his sister almost naked. She was covering herself with a wet see-through cloth. She was calling his attention and he has an excuse to look.
"How am I supposed to dry myself with this towel. Get me another towel before I finish my bath. Go", Nisha ordered.
Irfan went inside the house to get her a towel all the while looking at his sister who in his mind didn't know was putting up a show. Irfan was going to get the towel as soon as possible, so that he can have another look at his sister. She was sexy. He didn't think of her to be sexy until then. Annoying was the word that came to his mind previously. He was so excited that he forgot to knock on the door before entering the backyard
Nisha meanwhile started to bath again. She was shampooing herself when she heard the door to the backyard opening. From the corner of her eyes, she could see it was her brother. His eyes looked like it would fall off. She was standing with her side facing him. Her full profile was visible to him. She was wearing only her black panties and nothing else. She also had her hands on her head shampooing. Her knees were buckling, she couldn't take the amount of adrenaline pumped into her body.
She didn't get to panic now. She pretended that she didn't hear the door opening. She used the shampoo as an excuse to close her eyes. She had it slightly open to see his reaction. He was standing like a statue. He didn't say a word. She wasn't sure if he was breathing at all. She continued to shampoo her hair. She gradually turned facing him now showing full frontal in just her panties.
He was in a trance. He was looking at his sister's boobs. He tried to speak up to alert her of his presence. No words were coming out of his mouth. He was mesmerized by the jiggling of her boobs. They were shaking in rhythm with her hands.
