I went upstairs to the bathroom before I left to use the toilet. My sister’s lovely black satin-slip was lying on the bathroom floor next to the bath. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my face and smelling it. I could smell my sister’s perfume on her lovely slip. I folded it neatly into a small bundle and took it with me.
As I exited the bathroom, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my sister’s bedroom. My thoughts momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and dresses too. Did I dare take a quick peek through her wardrobe? As I pondered whether I would get caught, the reality of what I had just done with my sister dawned on me. The immense feelings of shame and guilt came flooding back.
I went back downstairs to the lounge. Kelly was still sitting staring at the floor, her coffee which was now cold, still in her hand, not having moved an inch.
“I’m going now,” I told my sister. She didn’t reply.
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