When we got ready to go to bed, Jordan asked me if we could “have a glass of wine after... ?” What this was ‘after’ was left unsaid, but I was... pretty sure I wouldn’t be disappointed. I got a bottle of wine and two glasses and went to our room but discovered that Jordan wasn’t in bed. “I’ll be out in a minute. Please sit on that straight chair” she said. I looked and saw that Jordan had brought a plain wooden chair – no upholstery and no arms – from our spare room. I took my seat and told her I. As for me, im 5’8’’ and im average body structure and I play football. Last summer in the middle of July it was a blistering 105 degrees plus the humidity, which made it hotter. I had just gotten home from football practice and was drenched in sweat. I walked in the house and I went in to take a shower. I had noticed my sister had fallen asleep on my bad, but I didn’t think much of it, she’s 18 and im 17. As I took my shower I washed myself off and tried to find a plan in my head to playfully. There was a stand for suitcases and a small vanity or dressing table with a chair and a mirror. The sink and toilet were in a separate area on the same wall as the closet. A small rug near the bed would help keep ones feet warm early in the morning, as would the radiators under the windows in our corner room. There was a large electric ceiling fan for the summer months, and it had four electric lights suspended under the blades. There was a small table lamp on the nightstand near the bed. There. Certainly, several months ago, when her breasts had started to sprout and her hips had begun to take on their first real swell along the path to womanliness, she had enjoyed shaking her bottom in front of her father, the only male in the house. And yes, she had intentionally pranced around in only her panties and T-shirt from time to time, because doing so had given her a little thrill in her tummy.But the little seventh-grader knew full well that these flirtations, although foolish in.