“But everyone isn’t listening when you do, are they?” she said shyly.
“Actually, you sound very sexy, especially when you’re about to ” I stopped and thought about what else I should say, then I looked at her. “I’m glad you’re enjoying being you, it really didn’t matter what I heard.” I said.
“I’m glad I sounded sexy to you.” she said sarcastically.
“Is it ok if I admit I was a bit jealous of your vibrator,” I said with a smile.
“Dec you are such a pervert!” She said. “I’m going for a run, see you in a bit.”
She grabbed her water bottle and headed for the door. I watched her walk away and had a good look at her body. She had a nice round ass and hips. Her legs were long, and she looked fit. The yoga pants really were sexy on her. Only an idiot wouldn’t be jealous of her vibrator.
Rachel got back about an hour later, she was flush and sweating but still looked great. I was reading the paper in the kitchen when she came in and asked what we were doing today. I suggested we tour the French Quarter and see all the old houses. She thought that was a great idea and headed upstairs for a shower.
I was tidying up the kitchen when I noticed Rachel had left her purse on the floor. I took it upstairs with me when I went to change for our walk and knocked to see if she was decent. There was no response. I listened and didn’t hear her bone rattling vibrator, so I slowly opened the door.
The bedroom was empty, but I could hear the shower running in the attached bathroom. I stepped in to drop off the purse when I noticed the bathroom door was open. To my surprise, in the reflection of the mirror over the sink, I could see my sister getting undressed for her shower.
She already had her sports bra off so her breasts very clearly visible. They were nicely firm and round even without the bra. Very impressive for a 42-year-old woman. She had dark areolas with large nipples. I wondered what it would be like to lick and suck them properly.
She turned around so her ass was facing the mirror as she pulled down her yoga pants. I don’t think she was wearing any panties. Her nice, curved ass popped out once it was released from the material. As she stepped out of them, she turned. I thought she might see me, so I pulled back behind the door for a second.
I popped my head in again and she was just stepping into the shower. She had very dark blonde hair around her pussy. It had been trimmed but definitely not shaved. I tried to remember how long ago it was that I saw a grown woman’s pussy look so natural.
She stepped into the shower and the steam made it much harder to see her. I could only make out her outline as she started washing her long blonde hair. My cock started to get hard as I watched her washing herself. The steam was building up more and I was losing sight of her. I put the purse on the bed and pulled down my track pants to stroke my fully erect cock.
By the time I looked back at Rachel, she was about to step out of the shower. I was momentarily terrified that she might have caught me masturbating over her. I left the room quickly as my heart raced, hoping I was wrong.
When I got into my room, I started changing. I looked at my cock again. “You are going to get me into serious trouble,” I said, “No wonder they call you a dick.”
It was hard to resist the urge to finish touching myself and release the desire I had for my sister.
I was downstairs first, waiting at the kitchen island for her to come down. I was just about to call the Pink House Tavern and see if we could get a reservation when I saw her decending the stairs.
Her blonde hair was parted at the side. It reminded me of how she used to wear it when we were teens. She had on a short red dress with spaghetti straps that exposed her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. It looked great on her, especially the form fitting center of the dress that showed off Rachels still feminine hourglass shape. Her high heeled red flip flops finished the summer look perfectly.
The skirt of the dress was mid-thigh, and she had bare legs that you could tell were just shaved. I struggled not to get aroused again. She still had great thighs and calves. Even the red nail polish on her toes was flawless.
I stared at her for a minute trying to figure out why she looked so incredibly sexy when it hit me. She was wearing makeup! There was subtle blue eyeliner and mascara. Her eyebrows had been tweezed and she was wearing clear shiny lip gloss.
“Oh Wow,” I said as she got to the bottom of the stairs.
“Don’t start,” she said with a smile on her face.
We walked down to Chalmers street to take in one of the oldest parts of the city. Chalmers featured a cobblestone road, and it always made me imagine what times must have been like back then. I had always heard that ladies who wore red shoes in this part of town were available as “companions.” I looked down at Rachels red shoes and wished it was the 1800’s.
Rachel and I had a good walk and eventually made it to Tommy Condon’s for dinner. It was good to have proper Irish food for a change. I had been watching my weight lately, so this was a real treat. We sat overlooking the street that was bristling with activity.
“It’s a stunning City,” Rachel said.
“I agree,” I replied, “and you fit right in.”
“You don’t have to try and make me feel better all the time Dec, I’ve always known I’m not really that pretty.” she said.
“Who told you that?” I asked.
“Pretty much every man I’ve ever dated including the one married” she replied. Her eyes looked sad after she said it.
“Insecure, fucking cowards,” I muttered, trying to keep it under my breath.
“It’s ok Dec, I’m 42 now, I know what the reality is,” she said, trying to force a smile.
“You’re beautiful Rachel,” I told her, “Those men lied to you so you so they could control you.”
“Tell me that after again after you’ve seen me naked,” she joked.
I looked right into her eyes. “You’re beautiful Rachel,” I said confidently.
Her eyebrows raised and she was just about to reply when the waitress came to take our drink order.
“What can I get for the lady?” she asked.
Rachel looked at me, then down at the drink menu. “Red wine,” she said, “you should bring me a big glass of red wine.”
“And for the gentleman?” she paused.
“Better bring us the bottle of wine,” I told the waitress, “We might need it.”
The waitress went away to get out drinks and Rachel leaned in whispering “When did you see me naked?” She looked both ways afterward to make sure nobody was listening.
“This morning when you went for your shower,” I quietly said back.
“Do you have a camera in there? what’s wrong with you?” she said under her breath.
“I was dropping off your purse and saw you in the mirror,” I muttered, “I wasn’t spying on you.”
The waitress brought our bottle of wine and we both sat back quickly like we had been caught talking in class. She left the bottle and 2 glasses. We both sat there silently as I poured 2 big glasses of wine. I pushed one in front of Rachel and waited for her to talk.
She leaned forward again, checking left and right before whispering, “How much did you see?”
I wasn’t sure what to answer so I stayed quiet for a moment.
Rachel looked me in the eyes and mouthed, “Everything?”. Gesturing to her body.
I gave a subtle nod to confirm what I had seen. Rachel grabbed her wine glass with both hands and took a big sip. I picked up my glass and took a sip of mine. I could see the wheels turning in her head and I had no idea what she was thinking. After a moment she leaned in again. I leaned in to join her.
“How long were you watching me?” she whispered.
“It was only ten minutes or so,” I whispered back.
“10 minutes!” she said loudly, a few people turned to look at our table.
We both sat there frozen until everyone went back to their drinks or dinner. The waitress reappeared and asked for our order. Rachel looked at me and asked if we could get the order to go. I could see she was uncomfortable so I agreed.
I asked the waitress what the special was and ordered 2 so we wouldn’t have to wait long. Before you knew it, we were walking home with our dinner. Neither one of us said a word the whole way.
When we got home, I unpacked the food while Rachel headed up to her bedroom. It was Irish mac n cheese, so I set both containers on the coffee table with spoons. The waitress had taken pity on us and thrown the rest of the wine in the bag, so I poured 2 glasses and set them on the table. I was worried that Rachel was seething mad at me
It took a while, but she eventually came back downstairs. She was wearing one of the old business shirts I left in her closet as a nightgown. She sat on the sofa and took a sip of wine, “hope you don’t mind me borrowing this, it was in my room,” she said.
“You’re welcome to keep it if you like,” I told her,
We both started eating our dinner. It was so quiet you could actually hear boats on the river going by. I wanted to break the ice, so I started.
“You, ok?” I asked.
“Still processing,” she said, “Let start with explaining why you think the men in my life kept telling me I wasn’t pretty?”
“It’s something many insecure men do to keep their woman feeling just as insecure and lucky to have a male partner. They also think it makes their woman more willing to please him and ignore the bad stuff he does,” I told her.
“She will try harder? Like giving him a blowjob even though she would rather have regular sex?” she said dejectedly.
“If she’s only doing it because she’s afraid he will leave her and she feels she’s not sexy enough to get another man then yes,” I said, “That’s how he controls her.”
“You fucking men make me sick!” she said disgustedly.
“What did I do? I’m always telling you how beautiful you are,” I asked. I took a big gulp of my wine.
“Are you kidding me? You saw me naked and stood there watching for 10 minutes! Why would you do that?” she said, the frustration in her voice was clear.
“Rachel, I found your purse in the kitchen and brought it with me when I went to my room to change. I knocked on your door and when you didn’t answer I opened the door to put it inside. It was an accident that I saw you changing in the bathroom mirror. I didn’t plan anything, it just happened.” I told her.
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