My birthday falls in the middle of the school year so when I got home from school on my sixteenth birthday which happens to be a Friday, I asked mom w...hat we were going to do for the night.She said since it was my birthday that I could choose to do what ever I wanted, but that we needed to be home around nine because she had a special present for me. I suggested we take in a movie and then dinner at a restaurant. She said ok and looked at the time, then said we better get going if we are going. I was well aware that girls did stripes great justice.I just hadn't ever considered Sharon in that light. When did my sister get boobs anyway?Once those considerations melted away, I had my usual bad temper."Hey, that's my shirt!"The table was silent.I pressed. I insisted. "That's my shirt--give it back!" You never wear it," Sharon dismissed my complaint.Mom backed her up. "It's too small for you." But it's mine!" I countered."So why don't you wear it," Sharon stabbed, "and look like a preppy. No where to hide. Nor was there any longer a desire to hide. My fingers and tongue danced within her pool until my thirst was quenched. Her body shivering as my tongue rolled up her stomach pushing her shirt toward her chin. my finger tips gently twisting her nipples as i kissed her on her cheek. I kissed her gently to comfort the insecurities that she pushed out bit by bit with each breath and breathing in a new sense of freedom and confidence. Confidence she didn’t even realize she was. She was reluctant to do so as she did not have a spare dress. I tried a lot in persuading her but was not successful.Finally, I told her I will close my eyes and she can remove her dress she agreed to that halfheartedly and told me to close my eyes. I shut my eyes and suddenly my mind started talking to me.Mind: Loser, are you mad to let go of such an opportunity?Me: What if she catches me staring at her and stops talking with me?Mind: Try to be as stealthy as you can. Even if you get caught it.