Rachael had a short terry-cloth beach robe draped over her shoulders, and under it, there was a bikini that may not have been quite as daring as Nadia...’s, but it still displayed ample boobs nearly overflowing the lemon-yellow material, and nipple bumps standing out like she was feeling a chill.Mrs. Berman stepped out the patio door just long enough to be introduced to Rachel, took note of the state of things among the hormone-flushed youngsters and headed back inside to leave them to their own. "I wouldn't mind at all, but she's your sister, Tom. How would you feel about Terry and me on a date?"Tom shuffled uncomfortably and leaned forward, close to my ear."If I tell you something, will you promise not to repeat it." Sure!"He considered for a moment, then leaned even closer."The fact is, I've fancied my sister for years. Obviously, that's a bit of a problem, her being my sister, but I figure if she goes out with an alleged stud-muffin and you were to – you know – get to King's Cross. I was home a week before leaving for a summer at Yellowstone Park where I worked as a glorified janitor. She was Melody then. The one I knew. With brown hair, enough metal in her mouth to build a car, and flat-chested. The Melody who always wore, loose, baggy clothes so no one could see her body. The one who was too shy to date. I was dating Claire, and I had been for some time, but I asked Melody out thinking it would break her fear of dating. She wouldn't even go to a movie with me.This was a. This past weekend my neighbour living behind my house was just taking a morning walk and stoped to talk to me.He asked my why I was not at work I told hime I am now retired. He congratulated me, further sating that we should see each other more often now rather than talking over our back fence the odd weekend day while sitting in the yard. Of course I said I would like that given that I’m now free most days. That said he asked me if I would be interested in watching a hockey game that same.