Jackson watched his cheerful sister out of the corner of his eye. She had opened the refrigerator and was bending over, looking for something in the back; her skirt rising up and revealing her tanned, muscled thighs.
She straightened back up, a bottle of coca cola in her hand. She closed the fridge door and started drinking out of the bottle. Their mother frowned at her, but she continued to drink the coca cola as she stood by the fridge.
That's sick, Jackson thought. We all drink that coke. Jessica should pour a glass like the rest of us do.
Suddenly, his sister walked over to the kitchen cabinets and pulled out a glass and filled it with coke. She then left the bottle on the counter, but walked back to the table and sat down, beaming at her brother.
Jackson frowned back at his beaming sister. You’re still a slob, he thought; you didn’t put the coke bottle away. What's more annoying was that his parents just seemed to let her get away with it. Suddenly, as if by magic his sister leapt to her feet again and with a mumbled apology to nobody in particular, she picked up the bottle from the counter and returned it to the fridge.
As she did so, she bent at the waist and her little green pleated skirt rode up over her ass once more. That’s right, thought Jackson; you just stay like that. Jessica, he noted, was wearing a thong, her soft round ass bisected by its tight narrow cloth. Guiltily, Jackson realised that he was growing hard staring at his sister’s rear. You’re sick, man, he admonished himself. After some time Jessica still had not straightened up.
“Jessica, honey, are you alright?” asked their mother in some concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” came the reply from within the fridge door. “I just thought I’d stay here a while. That’s all.”
“Well, can you come back to the table, please?” their mother continued. “We don’t want to stare at your butt all day.”
Yes we do, thought Jackson.
“Leave her be,” Jackson’s father admonished his wife. “I could stare at her ass all day.”
Jackson darted a shocked look at his mother, to see what her response would be.
“Yes, you’re probably right dear,” she responded. “Jess, honey, you stay right where you are. And sorry about what I said earlier. You have got a cute little butt and I could look at it all day.”
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