Ask Alice What Color Her Panties Are.

"Um. What color underwear are you wearing?" I asked. I wanted something that might make her blush without being to erotic. Considering she had flashed me her bra and said it covered the same thing as her bikini I figured it was a safe bet she would be to offended.

"I knew I forgot something today." She pursed her lips and twirled her finger around her hair.

"What?" I gave her a look.

"I am kidding." She laughed. "I am wearing white with pink trim. Same as my bra you saw earlier. You're totally picturing it aren't you?"

"No." I shook my head. She had totally turned the question around on me.

"You sure. I can show you if you are really curious. I don't mind." She teased raising up her skirt a little and looked toward the bedroom door.

"No. I am good." I shook my head.

"Your loss. You will have to do better then that if you want to embarrass me but good start. Next question." She bobbed her head.

"What is your bust size?" That was something I absolutely wanted to know. I was maybe still playing it safe but didn't see how she could turn it back around on me. I had already seen her topless and if she offered to flash me I could easily call her bluff.

"36D. Maybe Double D. The size varies so I buy whatever fits at the time." She shrugged and looked down at them.

"I do know they change in size depending on the time of the month." I replied.

"Really? How do you know that?” Alice gave me a look.

"Ovulation and such. I have two older sisters, a mom, and six aunts who all talk about that kind of stuff whether I want to hear it or not so I know more about women than I would ever care to." I shook my head. You think I would be better at talking about it myself.

"Good to know. Mine typically get bigger in the winter because I am less active and eat more. I typically wear a DD or even an E cup around Christmas. Everything I eat goes straight to my boobs and butt." She smiled. “You aren't the first guy to ask me that one but you might be the first guy who actually knows what D and double D mean.” She smiled. "Next question." She said as she pulled some the bubble gum out of her mouth that had been at the center of the sucker and twirled it around her finger. I think she was actually enjoying this.

"What kind of romance stories do you read? Are they PG, R, or are we talking fifty shades of gray?" I grinned. I had a feeling she was one of those who had at the very least seen the first movie.

"Eww, no. I would say mostly PG though I have read some R. I think I would draw the line at a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and maybe a light spanking thank you.” She blushed slightly. It was nice to see her a little flustered and to know she had a little bit of a kinky side but had her limits. “I would say I like mostly R rated. If I am going to read about it I don't want them to skip over the good stuff but I have read one or two that can get very raunchy that Britney gave me that are a little more erotica then romance. You actually had me blush there. I will give you one more so make it good.” Alice bit her lip and wiggled her eyebrows. I thought about it for a second.

"Are you shaved or all-natural?" I smiled.

"Oh my." She covered her mouth holding back a laugh as she blushed and gave me a little push.

"Sorry. Too personal?" I grinned.

"A little but I asked for it I guess.” She moved her hand and fanned her shirt looking a little hot under the collar. “If you must know I trim everything up but I go total scorched earth and shave it off during swimsuit season so I look good in a bikini. And no I am not showing you. You will have to leave that to your imagination. Alice shook her head. “Which do you prefer? Come on you asked so I am curious.”

“Shaved I guess.” I shrugged not even really thinking about it.

“Total guy answer. Not that I blame you. I think it is sexier myself. Just a lot of yard work to do it all year long. It is not like anyone is going to see it.” She smiled and shook her head.

"How is it going?" A knock came at the door. Alice quickly sat up start.

"Good Ms. Williams. I think I finally figured out percentages for the test tomorrow. Your son is really good at explaining it." Alice looked at me. She was still blushing and trying to hold back a laugh. I picked up a pencil trying to make it look like we were still actually doing work.

"I am glad he could help." Mom said as she came in and traced her fingers through my hair. Her way of saying I needed a haircut. "I wanted to know if you would like to join us for dinner, dear since your parents are out?"

"I wouldn't want to impose." Alice shook her head.

"It's just spaghetti dear. It is nothing to throw some more noodles in a pot and you two can study longer if you like." Mom said brushing her fingers through Alice's hair as she brushed her bangs from her face.

"Okay. I will need to call my mom and let her know not to pick me up anything on her way home or anything. You don't mind if I help you cook do you?" Alice smiled.

"Not at all, dear. I would like that and it will give us time to talk." Mom smiled as she touched the girls shoulder.

"Someone shoot me now." I shook my head and tossed the pencil for dramatic effect.

Alice called her mom and then went to help my mom make dinner. I killed a little time straightening up the desk and checking my camera to make sure it was charged and I had both my memory cards for this weekend. I headed down to find mom had put Alice to work in an apron stirring the pot. She seemed a little out of place like it was her first time in a kitchen but eager to learn as mom added in the spices to the sauce. I didn't see her cooking a lot of stuff that didn't have microwave directions. Not that I could cook a lot of stuff myself.

"You two need a hand?" I asked.

"You can set the table if you like." Mom replied.

"What do you do for a living, Miss Cassandra?" Alice asked.

"Housewife. I was a tailor. I wanted to be a seamstress once upon a time but never really got far before I got pregnant with my oldest." Mom smiled. She did odd work here and there for friends and family for some extra cash still and was currently altering the wedding dress for Nicky.

"Don't suppose you can tell me how to fix gaping in my school blouse. I am sure your son can tell you I am all the time accidentally flashing him in class." Alice said touching her blouse. I couldn't help but look over at her and give her a look. Mom just laughed at her.

"I am sure he isn't complaining." Mom gave me a look and I rolled my eyes but smiled as I looked away. "You don't wear padded bras do you?"

"No. This is all me." Alice looked down and stuck out her chest as she rocked her shoulder slightly.

"Damn. No offense." Mom shook her head.

"Thanks. None taken. This isn't bothering you is it?” Alice glanced over.

“No I am pretty used to it.” I shook my head setting out the plates on the table.

"You can sew in an extra button or two on the back to the placket though it all depends on how many tops you have. That can be a lot of work to do a lot of them. The easiest solution would be double sided tape though a well placed bobby-pin in the placket can work as well in a pinch." Mom smiled.

"Thanks I will have to try that." Alice smiled and went back to stirring the sauce. Mom adding some kind of spice to the mix.

"Maybe my math grades in math will go up." I joked grabbing the forks.

"Hey." Alice gave me a look.

“You have my permission to beat him.” Mom shook her head. A second later my sister Virginia came in. She ran track for the college team and must have had practice though she could have just been out late studying with friends.

"Hey, mom... Who is this?" Ginny asked.

"Hi. I am Alice. You must be Ginny. Your brother invited me over to study.” Alice said introducing herself and offering her hand. The two had actually gone to school together but me and Alice were freshmen and Ginny had been a senior.

"My brother invited a girl to join us for dinner? Hang on." Ginny grabbed her phone and began looking up something.

"What are you doing?" I crossed my arms.

"Looking to see if it is snowing in Los Vegas." She came over and gave me a shit eating grin. Me and Ginny picked and teased at one another. She was more like a big brother to me then a sister.

"I don't get it." Alice said giving her a look..

"She is checking to see if hell froze over." I gave Ginny a playful push.

“All right you two. Behave while we have guest.” Mom pointed a wooden spoon at us. I knew first hand she would use it even if we were both adults. Maybe just a light smack but she still like to keep us in line. A second later dad walked in.

“Blink twice if he brought you here against your will.” Ginny smiled at Alice and put her phone away.

“No. I wanted to come. We actually had fun. Actually I kind of **** him if anything.” Alice smiled at me.

"Hey Dad.” I smiled.

“Hey dad, Look what your baby boy brought home.” Ginny teased as she walked over to Alice and touched her shoulders.

“Ginny, Leave the girl alone.” Mom said.

“My son?” Dad gave her and look and then looked at me.

“Really dad.” I shook my head at him. There was no denying Ginny was dad's favorite as much time as they spent together. Not that we weren't close but she was his tomboy who was into sports and stuff. Often times they would team up on me since he typically took her side.

“Hi Mister Williams. I am Alice.” Alice offered her hand.

"It is nice to meet you, dear." Dad took her hand and shook it.

"You too." Alice smiled.

"So you two share a class?" Dad asked.

"We have a math class together but we have had the same homeroom teacher for four years now." Alice replied.

"It only took you four years to ask her over to study." Ginny smiled at me. She was loving this.

"Do you want a sister? Please. You would be doing me a huge favor and she is mostly house broken." I joked.

“Hey.” Ginny swatted at me.

“That the only subject you two are studying?” Mom asked.

“At the moment. I have a b average in most of my classes and an A in literature. There is room for improvement but I really need to get my math grade up if I want to go to a decent college.” Alice shrugged.

“So you are smart and beautiful.” Mom smiled.

“Thank you. I try.” Alice pursed her lips.

“Mom.” I shook my head.

“I am just stating the obvious dear.” Mom shrugged as she looked at me. The girls had dinner ready just as Ginny and dad were coming back from washing up.

"You can sit beside me if you like Alice." Ginny said.

"Okay." Alice nodded. Suddenly I pictured the two of them teaming up to **** me.

"Are you and your brother close Ginny? You seem like it." Alice asked.

"Yes. We get along really well even though we like to pick and tease one another. We joke about being twins who just happened to be born a few years apart. I am a total though tomboy though so I am more into sports and stuff." Ginny shrugged. While I wasn't as physically active as her I did enjoy hanging out with Ginny. We would play video games, watch movies, and she was always a blast at amusement parks and stuff being the girl who wanted to go on every ride and drag me along whether I wanted to or not as a kid.

“And your older sister? The one who is getting married. Do you two get along?”

“Well enough. I am suppose to be her maid of honor Sunday though I am not sure why she picked me. I am the least lady like person I know.” Ginny said sitting down. That was an understatement. When it came to her wearing dresses Easter once a year was about it. The only other time she wore them was weddings, funerals, and her prom.

“She knows you will run James down if he tries to bolt during the service.” I joked setting my on plate on the table.

“Damn right I would. Heels or no heels.” Ginny smiled as she twirled her fork into the spaghetti getting a big mouthful on the fork.

“I personally love weddings. I am a big softy for romance. Sadly I was only a bridesmaid at my brothers wedding so I am totally jealous of you getting to be the maid of honor.” Alice said playing with her food before taking a small bit. “This is really good Ms. Williams.”

“Thank you dear.” Mom smiled. "Are the two of you close? You and your sister?"

"We are now, sort of. There is a five-year age difference between us so I am sure I was her annoying little sister when we were younger. I babysit for her now all the time and love my niece to ****. If not for that we wouldn't have much in common sadly but becoming a mom really mellowed her out though and we get along now a lot better now that we are both adults." Alice said spinning her fork in the pasta before taking a bite of it.

"That will do it. Your priorities completely change once you have a kid." Dad nodded.

“Never going to happen dad.” Ginny gave him a look. Dad had brought up the subject a few times. No time soon of course but he wanted her to have more of an interest in boys and have kids one day. Ginny liked kids to a point. The point being she liked them when they were playing and happy but would hand a baby back like they were a stick of dynamite the second one even hinted at crying.

“Not with that attitude.” Dad replied and pointed his fork.

"Any other siblings dear?" Mom looked at Alice.

"I have an older brother who is ten years older. We are somewhat close when he is not being a butt hole and treating me like a baby. He is a little overprotective and refuses to see me as an adult but he takes after dad there I guess." Alice frowned. That was a bit of an age difference.

"At least he cares." Mom replied.

"I guess. Sometimes I wish they cared maybe a bit less and let me live a little and make a few mistakes of my own.” Alice shrugged.

"Has my brother asked you to be his date yet to the wedding?" Ginny said changing the subject. I just about choked on the mouthful of spaghetti I was trying to swallow at the time.

"Ginny." Mom gave her a cross look.

“You okay there son?” Dad smiled at me and mom patted me on the back. I nodded and grabbed my glass of tea drinking it down.

"I wouldn't mind if he did. Like I said I love weddings and I never pass a chance to get dressed up but I wouldn't want to just crash your sisters wedding uninvited.” Alice shrugged as she looked at me. I could tell she was a little flushed in the cheeks being totally ambushed.

“I am sure his sister would be fine with it.” Dad said.

“Plus I think our table still has an open spot at the reception.” Ginny said as she glanced at me. She was totally trying to set me up. I could almost appreciate the effort if she wasn't so blunt about it but that was my sister for you. If she were at the battle of troy the Trojan horse would have been used as a giant flaming battering ram at the gates of the city.