"So Mark, Kelly's looking pretty cute today, isn't she?" my sister Debbie asked, standing in the doorway.
I looked up from the couch at her, all dressed in her marching band outfit, looking at me with a sly grin.
"Yea she's cute Debbie . . . " I replied, turning back to the television.
"Well, we're gonna go out on the porch and look for deer. Later why don't you come upstairs and I'll make you a sundae ok?"
"Sure" I said.
"Great! And you know what? Tomorrow Kelly and I are gonna have to stop by her house before the game, cause she forgot her bloomers!" I looked over to my sister again. "Actually, I took them out of her bag before we left! You know, just playing a prank on her!" Debbie gave me a quick wink and dashed out of the room.
I sat ther wondering what a peculiar comment that was. But I had to admit, that last comment put a new light on what happened that past hour.
I got home a few hours ago, taking a weekend off from my sophomore year in college. My parents were away for the weekend for the wedding of their oldest friends daughter in the mountains. I wasn't surprised to find my only sister Debbie and her best friend Kelly in the kitchen when I walked in, as much time as they spend together. Apparently Kelly was over for the night, and the two of them were going together to our high school's game the next day. Debbie played the trombone in the marching band and Kelly was a cheerleader.
Although they had been best friends since middle school, they really couldn't be more different. Debbie was one of the most outgoing people I knew, and even though, at 18 she was two years younger than I, there were plenty of times she seemed like an older sister to me, looking out for me and giving me advice. She had way more experience dating, never having a steady boyfriend, but seeming to go out with someone new almost every week.
Kelly on the other hand, was as introverted as Debbie was outgoing. It was only after years of Debbie's prodding that Kelly finally tried out for the cheerleading squad, and even though Debbie thought Kelly would now go to all the school parties with her, Kelly still preferred to stay at home most nights. As different as they were, they were always close, and I knew now as seniors, they were even looking into the same colleges.
For some years Debbie has been trying to set me up with Kelly, always gushing about how sweet and pretty she was, claiming she had a crush on me and that Kelly deserved a "nice guy" like her "awesome older brother".
And although I had to admit, she was turning into a real cutie, and I always thought she was a sweet girl, I knew the main motivation for Debbie's attempted matchmaking was her dislike for my girlfriend Julie.
We'd been dating for over three years now, and from the first time they were introduced, they didn't get along. I always attributed this rift to their being so much alike, but Debbie always denied this, giving her the nickname "Rich Bitch", and assuring me all Julie cared about was money and popularity.
Debbie didn't hide her displeasure when Julie went to the west coast for college and I stayed on the east. She was sure that marked the end of our relationship. But to her chagrin, our relationship is still going and consequently, Debbie's dislike seems to keep growing.
I think her anger towards Julie hit a peak this summer when I told her Julie confessed to a "one night stand" with a guy at college, but apologized and promised it would never happen again. Although Debbie had always been my confidant, I immediately regretted sharing this with her, and had to endure a renewed effort to convince me to break up with Julie.
Even last week when I called to let her know I'd be coming home for the weekend, she grilled me about Julie, asking why she never comes home when I'm there, and assuring me she was "misbehaving" at school. It really got to the point where I felt I had to stick up for Julie, no matter what the situation, just to offset Debbie's immense dislike.
So all this ran through my head as I though of Debbie's last comments: "She forgot her bloomers"?
Soon after I got home Debbie called me out of my room and asked me to take a picture of the two of them in their uniforms. Debbie had changed into her Marching Band uniform and Kelly into her cheerleading outfit. I took a few pictures of the two friends and went back to my room to watch TV.
And now Debbie made a point of letting me know that Kelly's bloomers were still at her house. So that meant what? Kelly was just wearing panties under that short yellow skirt?
I had to admit that made me think for a second.
Kelly did have a really nice little body, although her small frame did tend to make her look a bit younger than the 18 years that she was. And I remember the first time I went to a football game and watched her cheer, noticing her cute little butt as her skirt flew up during the cheering moves. And although she never seemed to have that confidence and grace the other cheerleaders had, there were times I did wonder what would happen if I took my sister's advice and took Kelly out on a date.
So now, what was my sister up to? I grabbed my digital camera and quickly scrolled through the pictures I had taken of them, now looking with a bit more interest in the cute cheerleader.
She did look pretty cute, her dirty blond hair pulled into a pony tail, tied with a ribbon. Large brown eyes. Sexy legs. . .
I had to shift in my seat, starting to feel a bit aroused. I looked more closely at her face. She did seem to have a strange, almost embarrassed look to her. Although she was a shy girl by nature, there seemed something more. And now that I thought about it, Debbie had been trying to get her to jump around while I was taking pictures, telling her to do some "kicks and splits". And I remember the dirty looks Kelly gave her.
Out the partially open window I hear the porch door open and heard the two friends go outside.
"You can see them best from that far corner, over there" I heard Debbie say, and with those words it dawned on me. I knew what Debbie was up to.
To understand, you need to know a bit about the layout of our house, and what happened when Debbie and I were kids.
The den (where I was sitting) is actually in the basement. But because our house slopes downward in the back, there is a small window high on the wall in the den, overlooking the backyard. If you sit against the wall, looking straight up through the window you can see the edge of the wooden porch which comes off the kitchen. Specifically the far corner.
It was years ago when my parents had some sort of a dinner party and Debbie and I were hiding out in the den that our aunt Darcy was standing on the porch, in that far corner. I remember watching some stupid cartoon when Debbie tugged on my shoulder and with a look of disgust on her face pointed up and out the window.
We had a perfect "underneath" view of Aunt Darcy, her skirt hanging off her quite obese rear end, and saw her hot pink panties surrounded by mounds of droopy flesh hanging from her legs.
We had a giggle fit, and spent the next hour gazing up at the guests, ease dropping on the conversations with the window slightly open.
Years later when we'd be out together and we saw an obese woman wearing a skirt we considered too short, Debbie and I would race to beat the other in proclaiming "I'd hate to see her in the corner!"
So now it was clear! My sister had schemed to place her friend in a position where I would have a perfect view up her little cheerleading skirt! And took away her bloomers as well, letting her big brother check out her friend's panties!
