John could tell from the vague outline and the singing that it was his fourteen year old sister, Stephanie. She had short, dark brown hair and very pretty, shining face. She was still growing into her teenaged body, but John had found himself oogling more than once when she came home wearing a bikini top from tanning with her friends or with Kelly.
John was frozen in place for a few moments, watching his youngest sister clean herself beneath the warm rain of the shower head. |