“Hey, buddy.” John looked behind him to see Greg, Julie’s husband come in through the door. Behind him a young blonde girl followed.
“John, this is my sister, Yasmin,” he said, alluding to the blonde behind him.
“Hi,” she said in a soft shy voice.
“Hey,” John said. He was impressed, Yasmin was about 5’2, tanned, had striking green eyes, an innocent face, and, even wearing a coat, John could tell her breasts were huge -- maybe even larger than his sister’s.
“Hey sweetie.” Greg walked over and kissed Julie on the cheek. She seemed to ignore his gesture.
‘John, Yasmin is staying with us for the holidays, too. She’s your age,” Julie said.
“That’s cool,” John said
The four of them ate dinner rather silently with only a few occasional questions about their days and lives. John noticed Yasmin was very quiet, and there seemed to be some tension between Julie and Greg.
After dinner, Greg had to be at work in the morning, so he went off to bed. Julie showed John to his room, which was located right next to hers. Yasmin’s room was right across the hall. He kissed his sister goodnight and watched some TV for a few hours as he was not tired yet.
Around one in the morning, John shut off the TV and headed out for a glass of water. As he entered the dark hallway, the silence of the house was broken by a dim noise. John listened carefully and swore someone in the house was moaning, but it was faint and he was not sure where it was coming from. He listened carefully.
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