Becka

My sister, Becka, is stepping out of the shower, dripping wet and completely naked. Beads of water are running down her perfect chest and dripping off her nipples which have begun to crinkle and harden in the cold air from the doorway.

"Well good morning, you perv." I bring my eyes up to Becka's face. She's smiling at me. "I take it as a compliment that you have decided to throw all your societal norms out the window and just spy on me everytime I'm in the bathroom."

"I wasn't spying..," I begin to protest.

"Right, I'm not fresh out of the shower, naked and you weren't just drooling at my rack." Becka smirks at me as she grabs a towel and wraps it around herself.

"Well..." I give up and sheepishly smile, "I wasn't drooling."

She raises her eyebrows. "I assume you came in here to shower too. Don't let me get in your way go ahead it's yours." Becka gestures at the shower.

I wait but she doesn't appear to be leaving the bathroom as she brushes her hair and looks in the mirror. I clear my throat.

"What?" She looks at me in the mirror.

"I thought you were going to let me shower?"

"I am, go ahead jump in." She smiles at me in the mirror.

"But.."

"But what, it's 'weird' to be naked in front of your sibling?" She smiles and drops her towel, revealing her delicious looking backside. "You peeping on me has kind of gotten me used to it." She smiles at me again, "Go ahead."