If I'd thought her blush before was impressive, this one looked like a fever by comparison! She finally regained her composure.
Her next question shocked me thoroughly. In a hesitant voice, she asked "Do you really think I'm sexy?"
I was stunned. "Are you kidding? If you weren't my sister, I'd have been trying to take you out for years, no matter what your parents had to say about it! You're the cutest girl in our school, and have been since you were about fourteen. Everybody in town seems to know it but you. I can think of at least seven guys who have admitted to me that they're gonna ask you out now that you're eighteen, because Mom and Dad can't legally stop you any more. There are lots more guys I suspect will try, and probably two or three girls too!"
She giggled. "You mean Marita Schoenherr and Jessie Freas, don't you?" I was a little startled. "Don't be silly, all the girls in school know about those two; I've even heard one or two say they wouldn't mind... experimenting -- especially with Jessie -- when they didn't know I was around to overhear." (I had to admit, Jessie was a little hotcake, what I hear called a 'lipstick lesbian' in town; a real shame she was a dyke.)
"Speaking of overhearing, brother mine: just how did you *happen* to overhear what Jenny and I were talking about?" |