To tell you the truth it never occurred to me, I mean my older sister was, well almost like a second mother to me. After all she was 13 when I was born, now at 31 she was still always telling me what to do. Even though she had her own house lived alone, and I was away at college most of the year.
My sister was a plain girl, not ugly, but plain, and her shyness didn't help much, I can't recall if she ever had a boyfriend, I do know she didn't get asked to prom, or any other school dances.
Yes Cathy was plain, but she had a body that was to die for 36c with a tiny waist and flaring hips, long legs about 5'8" tall with long brown hair, I'm sure she could have had much different life, if the shyness wasn't her most obvious feature. But she did have a head for business and was a VP at a large company before she hit 30
As for me I always did well with the girls average looks, but I'm very outgoing, you could say the life of the party. So, it took me by surprise that summer day when I got a call from Cathy asking would I like to come to her place on Saturday for a swim in her pool and dinner, I mean we had so little in common, and she was like an adult to me. But she is my sister and I do love her, so I had to say yes, besides my mother made, because she felt Cathy needed the company .
I arrived about 7:00 P.M. jeans and button down shirt, Cathy opened the door, and I was taken aback, she was wearing a short black mini, white silk blouse, and 4" heels, her makeup and hair were obviously done professionally that morning. It fact I have never seen her look better.
She suggested I take a dip in the pool, while she started dinner, she really wasn't much interested in swimming. Now the kitchen, had large French doors overlooking the pool, so as I swam, I couldn't help but look in at Cathy busying herself getting dinner ready, and that her body had if anything gotten better.
After my swim, I got dressed and dinner was ready, I never knew Cathy was such a great cook, steak, and lobster, with all the trimmings. After dinner we each grabbed our wine and headed for the den, we talked of family, school, and Cathy's job...just small talk, like old friends.
Then it happened like a lightning bolt, Cathy asked me if I had been with many girls, which shocked me, we had never talked about such things. I told I had my share of encounters, But she wanted to know how many so I told her 15 which was just about right to my recollection.