Sandra was laying in bed, reading a book when her dad knocked on the door before poking his head in.
"Your mother and I are headed out now, Uncle Kyle is here to watch David."
"You know I could have watched him if you asked."
"You're his sister, not our on demand baby sitter. Now you can entertain yourself instead of your little brother." Dad knew Sandra was agreeable and would not have denied babysitting if asked. He also knew that she was an adult who had her own life and didn't want to impose.
"He's 15, why does he need a sitter anyways?" Dad rolled his eyes.
"You know why. See you on Monday, love you sweetie."
"Love you too Dad, have fun." He was gone and she settled back with her book.
It was around seven when Dad said goodnight, it was around nine when she decided to have a shower. From the living room down stairs Sandra could see the flicker of the TV, from the bedroom next door she could hear the gunfire of whatever David was playing. With her own eye roll over his game obsession she minded her own business and stepped into the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, she wiped the makeup from around her blue eyes and ran a brush through her loose red curls. Sandra turned the shower on and stepped under the warm spray, sighing at the lovely feel of the water across her skin. She loved to shower before bed, it was one of her favorite ways to relax before sleep. Pouring lavender body wash into her pouffe, she rubbed the sweet smelling foam across her body, taking some extra time to massage her breasts. No one else was touching her there, and touches there felt nice, even if it was by her own hand. Not that she didn't want to be touched. She was just shy and nervous, never realizing a man was showing interest in her until it was too late. She ran the pouffe across her shaved pussy, a small lovely feel, already a little sensitive from the tit massage she had just given herself. She ran the pouffe through there again, then slid her fingers across her swelling clit. Eyes closed, fingers moving lightly in little circles, Sandra let out a very small moan.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone was pounding on the bathroom door.
"Sandra! Get out of there! I have to pee!" David was yelling through the door. Sandra sighed, he wouldn't go away and her mood was ruined. She rinsed off and wrapped herself in a towel before opening the door. Stomping past her annoying sibling, she didnt slam the door to her room, but closed it harder than she needed to.
Annoyed, she dried off and threw the towel aside before brushing her hair and twisting it into braids on either side of her head. Sandra sat on her bed for a moment. Her pussy was warm, but she decided to ignore it and go to bed, she would have time in the morning.
That was her second favorite time to do it, all sleepy and warm, half in a dream. It was so easy to pretend someone was cuddled up to her, touching her and kissing her. She dragged the blanket across her body and turned the light off before snuggling into her pillow.
Sleep was evasive though. She tossed and turned, pulling the blanket up before tossing it down. She kicked a leg out, then bunched the comforter up so she could cuddle it. Sandra sighed and rolled onto her back before looking at the clock. It was just after eleven. Maybe she could go down stairs and watch TV, fall asleep in front of a movie. That seemed like an idea, so she got up and pulled on shorts and a tank top before heading down.
The game racket was still rumbling from David's room, and much to Sandra's dismay, the TV light was still flickering at the bottom of the stairs. Uncle Kyle had not gone to bed yet, and he had the weirdest taste in movies. With a small sigh she descended, the comfort of the couch and the lull of the TV calling to her.
She stepped into the living room and Uncle Kyle looked up at her. He sat in the corner of the couch, three beer cans on the coffee table in front of him.
"Sandra? What are you doing down here sweety?" He stirred slightly, sitting upright and pausing the TV.
"I couldn't sleep, so I came down here to watch TV." He was looking her up and down in a way she had seen others do before and felt a sudden bit of self awareness over how short her shorts were, and the small band of bare skin showing between her top and bottom. He shook his head slightly.
"Of course, have a seat!" He gestured to the couch and she took a spot at the other end. The couch blanket was small, really more of a lap blanket. Even if she curled up it wasn't going to cover her whole body.
"Why don't you come sit with me, you may relax a bit more if your warm?" Her struggle was obvious.
"Sure." Sandra slid over and leaned against Kyle. He was only a year older than her dad, but looked at least five years younger. He had always rocked what she thought of as a surfer look. Shaggy brown hair that fell to just above his shoulders, tanned skin, lean yet not soft. The only feature he had in common with her dad was his blue eyes, the same eyes she had.
He had been her favorite uncle when she was a kid, but adolescent independence had resulted in distance between them. But when he put his arm around her, Sandra relaxed against him, feeling safe and comfortable. He hit play and the movie turned back on.
A blonde woman and a man dressed in furs started talking. It appeared he wanted sex, and she didn't, but eventually relented.
"What are you watching?" She asked, feeling a bit odd about being so close to her uncle as such intimate things happened on screen.
"Barbarella, an old movie from the 60s. It's one of my favorites."
Sandra was quiet until it cut to the blonde, cheerful and satisfied in the mans bed.
"It sure seems like that's thing people like to do." She said as the blonde on the TV sang cheerfully.
"Whats that?" He asked.
