Mike was only an arm's length from his goal. In the semi-darkness of the room, he could clearly see that his sister was still sound-asleep.Slowly, gen...tly, he moved. First, he laid his cheek on the side of the mattress so that he could close his eyes and act asleep, if it became necessary. Then he hesitated. This was the part that scared the youngster the most. Slowly he brought up his arm and moved it, inch by inch, slowly, above the mattress and toward his sleeping sister's body.Mike's chest. I gave him smile.“You look stunning!” I said.“Thank you, I rather like it myself.”“Where did you get it?”“Ahh… well… It belongs to my mother…”“I see…” I replied suggestively. “I take it this isn’t the first time you have slipped into one of her outfits?”“I can’t pretend it is to be honest. If they have some stretch in them they fit like a glove.”“Oh it fits like a glove all right!” I said as my fingers walked along his bulge. My free hand swiftly slid behind him to cup one of his titillating. ? ?At more than tennis, you mean?? Bertie laughed. ?Anyway, you're in for atreat, here she comes now.? He pointed to the supercharged Bentley that wasgrowling toward them up the club house drive. Alice craned her head to catch sight of her heroine as the car swung past. ?Who'sthat driving her?? ?Oh, that's Clegg ? the chap I'm working for ? he's builds aero engines andhe's developing a whole family of high speed seaplanes. I expect he's beentrying to convince Miss Alardyce that she should use. . um, indulge." The sheltered nerd blushed a bit at the scandalous thought of sexual intercourse. She had the same urges as everyone else, of course, but the idea of sex, and especially of herself or her best friend having unprotected sex, rutting like animals, just made her feel uncomfortable. "This really doesn't sound like you at all Megan. Is there something you're not telling me?" Not really; you just haven't realized it about yourself yet," Megan answered confidently. "You should talk to.