Chapter 4, from a series which includes Games we Played, Games We Played - Interlude, and Games We Played - Hypnotized.
"Do you want to go shopping with me?"
Laura was standing in the doorway, wearing a yellow half top and a white skirt which hung loose about her narrow hips. Her blonde hair was straight and hung down around her face. She had never asked me this before.
"Where?" I asked.
"I just want to go to the Enclosed Mall. I want company."
I wasn't doing anything, and we were spending more and more time together. In fact a person watching us today from eight months earlier would not see the same two people occupying this space. We shared the bathroom now in the morning. It was her standing at the mirror scrubbing and exfoliating, wearing only her panties while I readied for the shower. Some mornings we shared the shower, "to save water." Weekends I would take the morning papers, sneak into her room and climb under her covers and gently caress her soft skin until she woke, kiss her on the nose and feed her coffee as she read the paper. She kissed my neck now in greeting in the kitchen. The house was ours, mom and dad had been in Florida all winter, then somewhere in California during the spring, and most recently, for the hell of it, decided to take a cruise to watch whales somewhere.
She was still in the doorway blinking her eyes at me, smiling.
"Uh, yeah sure, just a second." I was without shirt, just jeans and no shoes.
She drove, we had the radio playing in the background. "Thanks. I really need a Man's advice on some outfits."
I said, "I'm your brother."
She looked over at me, and I realized. "Well, I am," I continued.
She changed the subject, "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Uh, Yeah, sure I think your s-sexy."
She looked at me.
"You certainly have an effect on me. That's the best kind of sexy," I added as I kissed her cheek then neck. She smiled.
"Well, I want to look sexy this summer. Will you help? I was thinking of starting at Victoria Secrets, we'll work from the inside out."
Interesting, I thought.
When we arrived, the Victoria Secret store was right at the entrance. We went inside and I casually looked around to see if we might know someone. I was very nervous about that for some reason.
"It might be a little odd if someone sees me here with you in this underwear store," I said.
"It's lingerie," she corrected, but otherwise ignored me.
The place is a veritable paradise for a guy. Who cares that it's a bunch of foam models showing off the underwear (lingerie), just the shape of a fine foam ass modeling thong panties can solidly get a guy off, especially one my age. I loved looking around at the women shopping, imagining what they would look like in whatever it was they were perusing or holding. I loved touching the cotton, muslin, lace, silk. . . .
"Get over here, I wanted your help."
She started at the bras. She was touching and alternately holding onto various bras, holding some against her chest, checking tags.
I said, "I would go for saucy wench."
Without stopping her search she said, "you're on the right track."
And so, I helped. I picked out tiger print panties, and pointed out the special padded bras which the ads said would push the breasts together 'saucy wench style.' Then I picked up some thong bikinis and held them out to her. "Have you tried these?" Her eyes got wide. No she never had. So I grabbed several of those. I didn't realize it but she had wandered off.
When she next appeared she said, "How about this?"
She held up a red lace see through nightshirt with a fluffy collar, and then the sheerest matching panties. She also had a pack of black stockings, and a red crotchless garter to hold them up with. "Uh, Yeah, that could do some serious damage." She literally clicked her heels together.
"There, that should be enough. I want to try some of this stuff on."
We immediately realized the logistical problem. She couldn't model anything out in the open for me from what we had picked out. She went to the helper person at the back and talked out of my hearing. I saw her point at me, and I waved.
She came back, "You can come in with me."
I looked around, "What? They let you do that."
"She said so," took my hand and pulled me inside the little dressing room. Locked the door.
The rooms were large and had mirrors on all three walls, with a smaller fourth mirror on the door. There was a little chair in the corner for someone just like me. I sat there and watched as my sister lifted her half top up over her head, unclasped her bra and let it fall in front of her.
"This bra is terrible," she said.
"Glad you got it off then," I contributed.
She was standing so naturally in front of me without any top, just like in the bathroom in the morning, but we were out and about now. Plus with the mirrors it was like there were ten of her, along with twenty swelling breasts and each bearing a lovely little nipple. I was surrounded.
"I'll help you all day like this." I chirped.
Next she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt, letting it slide to the floor. She was wearing no panties! I said the same, and she just giggled.
"If only you'd known, right?" She fluttered her eyelids at me, "There's a lot of things about me you don't know."
Now I had her in this enclosed space at a shopping mall completely nude in front of me. How could I resist? I reached out my hand, "Come here." I took her hand and she walked up in front of me, I wrapped my arms around her butt and nuzzled my face into her tummy right at the navel. "Mmm, you smell nice." I paused, her warmth rising up over me and I added, " I smell sex."
