John's POV

John had always tried to avoid his sister. She was always trying to order him around, as if she had some authority over him. They were just two years apart! So he tried to stay out when he could, stay in his room when he couldn't, and when he had to eat in, time his meals so that he wouldn't meet her. But Clara had been unusually late that morning. He sighed when he heard her in the shower, knowing that she would be out soon.

He was right, but it was what he least expected. Clara emerged from her room in an interesting state. Her blouse was fully unbuttoned, leaving her her full frontal and bra-clad breasts on show. But the bra wasn't put on properly at all - it was disheveled, a huge tilt from where it was supposed to be, leaving her left nipple on show. He doubted it was secured at all from the back. But her bottom was even more strange. Her long pants were pulled up only on one side, leaving the hemline diagonal, because her panties was sticking out of her pants! It was as if she had put her left leg into the panties where the right leg should be, and decided that was the way to go. It stuck out of her pants like a pink flag of surrender.

He could think of no possible explanation for this. So he stared, not even knowing what to say.

"What?" she said.

That prompted him to say something, anything. Maybe she's half-awake and hasn't realized the state she's in? Maybe she's drunk? No, she sounds very alert to him. "Uh, sis - you - um -" he stumbles.

"I what?" Clara erupted. "Uh, uh, uh. You want to say something? Say it! Don't **** on your words like some idiot. Are you still in kindergarten?"

There she goes again. It was always a pain talking to her. He racked his brain. What is she even doing? How was he supposed to react? He half thought there would be a prank camera recording him, right there.

"Sis, your clothes -" he said, pointing at her breasts but she cut him off again. They were actually quite large, he thought.

"Is this too much for you? Jesus, you men are all the same. Always telling a woman what she should wear, what she shouldn't wear. You all should learn to mind your own fucking business."

He was dumbfounded. Does she even know what she's talking about? He wanted to ask, but said nothing - what could he say? His sister had always been physically attractive, but he had never thought of her in that way before. Still, he caught himself staring. Her angry movements made her breasts jiggle. If he was caught, he would plead in defense of being a man.

He finished his breakfast in silence, and was about to head out the door when his conscience called out to him. However much you dislike her, this is your sister! You can't let her go out like this! So he decided to check one last time.

"Are you sure you're going out like that?"

"Christ, just shut the hell up, John!" Clara slammed her fist on the table. "Can you just go for your fucking class?"

Suit yourself, he thought, and left quickly.