Well, she certainly had sexier underwear, and was certainly embarrassed about it! I started over to the couch, not like there was anything to see for now, but her sobbing was getting to me.
It dawned on me she'd probably only been as mean as she had been because I'd made her naked on the street briefly, and now she was sobbing her heart out over something else I'd done to her.
"Damnit. I wish I could comfort her or something." I froze a minute before the familiar blur overtook my senses. It went on a long time.
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Trish and I had always been close, she was only 18 months older than me, and we didn't fight nearly as much as other siblings. More over, I was the one Trish turned to with her guy and dating problems, just like she heard all about my attempts to impress girls, who I thought was cute, which actresses I liked, etc.
I'd started coming into my growth last fall, getting taller and more clumsy practically every day. Trish had been through it years ago, so even though there was some teasing when I bumped into stuff she was pretty supportive.
When she'd first started getting a rack she'd been pleased and asked me all sorts of questions about the other guys at school. I could tell she wanted to experiment, but the thought of a guy fishing around under her shirt made me really angry. We stopped talking about that kind of thing, and while there might be snickers at school, none of the guys asked me about her after a couple fights.
By Easter the snickers were louder, and Trish wasn't as happy about her new 'womanly figure' as my mom called it. I got in trouble beating on a bunch of guys who made crude comments about her. By graduation mom had had to have her dress "let out" twice, and Trish and I hardly stayed in the same room together. I'd bulked up quite a bit so guys took pains not to piss me off. At least the word in the locker room was that she was 'frigid' and 'tight' so I was getting in fewer fights. Sis had seemed almost depressed though.
When I saw her downtown this afternoon she actually looked happy for once, and I couldn't bring myself to leave her. I'd set her off once we got home though, and she'd stormed off.
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I sat on the couch marveling at the new history the ring had written for me. There were some bonuses; I was older, bigger, and could look forward to a year of varsity sports if I continued to muscle up this summer the way I had been. Oh, and I had some respect from all the fighting. On the down side I'd lost an intimate friendship with my sister that I'd never even had before.
I heard the squeak of the faucet turning on, and when I looked up Trish had taken the new bra off and was washing her face in the sink.
I stared at her tits, covered in droplets of water and bobbing back and forth as she scrubbed, then found my gaze settling on her face instead and staying there. I realized that the reason we hardly talked any more was that I was in love with my sister. Not family-love, not brotherly-love, but hold her in my arms and kiss her passionately-love, and I couldn't stand to think of her being with any other guy!
Yeah, she had a great rack, but I'd loved her before that. I'd loved her for years, and she'd been crying and I hadn't done anything about it! Before I quite knew what I was doing I'd wished away the wall transparency and eaves-dropping wishes and was striding to the bathroom door. I tried to remember what things had been like before, but concern for Trish kept pushing it away.