You step inside, closing the door behind you. As the door clicks shut, Rachel cracks the door to the shower.
“Oh, hey Dani, hang on a second let me finish rinsing off, I’ll be right out.”
Your sister and you were very close growing up, so it’s not unusual for one of you to be in the bathroom while the other gets out of the shower. However…
“Wait, you didn’t know it was me? What if it was Robert? You’d just open the shower door?” Mildly surprised.
Robert is a bit of a perv, and takes every available opportunity to try to see the both of you naked. Occasionally even trying to cop a feel when he thinks you won’t notice.
“Please sis, with his peeking Tom-ism, he’s seen both of us naked so many times now that it hardly matters. Besides, the truth is that recently he hasn’t been perving on me lately. Maybe he thinks it’s too pervy since I’m, y’know, kinda tiny. I was pretty sure it wasn’t him.”
As she was talking, she stepped out of the shower. Her hair was normally a little curly, but when it was wet it was quite long and stuck to her body, to just below her shoulders. You hadn’t seen her nude in a couple of weeks, so as you looked her over now you noticed that there was clearly something wrong, but you couldn’t tell what. She grabbed a towel and started drying off her hair, which shook her small breasts just enough so that you knew they were there. She then dried off her torso, and arms. Your eyes traveled down her past her flat toned stomach, her shallow belly button, down to her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. She bent over and started drying off her legs.
“I’ve shown you mine, now you show me yours.” Rachel batted her eyelashes, expertly feigning innocence before breaking in to a laugh.
“Very funny Rach, I was just trying to figure out what was different about you…” As you said this you pulled your tank top over your head, revealing your own breasts. They were about twice the size of her, but still cuppable in one hand. Your nipples were almost the same though, tiny and brown, almost the same tone as the rest of your skin. The rest of your skin, except for your tan lines that is, where you were much lighter…
“You don’t have any tan lines!” You really were shocked now.
You were standing side by side now, so that you could see each other in the large-ish mirror. Sure enough, her skin was completely consistent; her nipples were only slightly darker than the rest of her body, and her black thatch of pubic hair was the only thing breaking up the totally tanned skin. You shimmied out of your sweatpants, quickly running your hands over your stomach and gently pushing the waistband over your hips. You had tan lines from your bikini bottoms as well, making a marked contrast between your tanned skin and the white skin tan lines. You actually felt that the contrast was sexy, though the effect might be improved if you shaved off your pubic hair.
“I can't believe you, you really are shameless! Ha, tell me you at least did that at a tanning salon and not just laying out on the beach.”
That had been your first thought, there was a stretch of beach a few miles away that was part of a little used State Park, where there was almost never anyone around because the water was too cold to swim 9/10ths of the year. You put your own hands over your breasts, covering everything but your nipples to see what you might look like with no tan lines.
“You should give it a try, sis. You know that one stretch of beach, there’s basically never anybody there. Anyway, I’m going to go get something to eat, enjoy the shower.” She proceeded to wrap her towel around her waist, lightly covered her chest with her arm, and then stepped out the door.
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