She took great delight in reporting any infractions of behavior by any of us to my parents, and to my father in particular.She took great delight in reporting any infractions of behavior by any of us to my parents, and to my father in particular. I guess you could say we sort of hated her. This summer she had obviously changed from the tubby little brat she had always been. She had slimmed down some, although she was still a bit chubby, and her shape began to assume some very interesting bulges, two of which made her particularlly proud. Nevertheless, whatever nature had in store for her, it didn't include improving her disposition. My sister and her friends, of which there were two, were on their way to another friends house about a block from where we met them. At the moment of our meeting, the sky opened up in one of those incredible summer downpours characteristic of the midwest. We were almost instantly drenched to the skin, and we all raced together toward the girlfriend's house to seek shelter. We tumbled into the front door of the house, and were greeted by the girl's mother, who hustled us into different bathrooms to towel dry. We were all so soaked that the best we could do was dry our heads and arms, and sop what water we could from our clothes. By now it had stopped raining, and my sister and I headed home together for a change of clothes. As we walked along the sidewalk toward home, we spoke little. Arriving at the house, we each headed for our rooms to change. The house was quiet. Sandy and auntie were evidently still in bed, and there was no sign of anyone else around. I quickly doffed my wet clothes, towelled off, pulled on a t- shirt and a pair of shorts, gathered up my wet laundry and headed for the basement laundry room. As I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I glanced across the hall at the door to my sister's room, which to my surprise was open. I stopped and moved quietly across the hallway to the wall opposite, and peered around the corner of the door into the room. There, sitting on the bed facing away from me was my brat sister, clad only in a pair of white cotton panties, and drying her hair with a towel. I pressed myself against the wall, held my breath, and watched. |