More innocent chats, more totally innocent shenanigans.

Still, I lumbered downstairs as well because I'm a sheep. What do you want me to say? I went with the flow of the river rapids. And everybody left me up here alone. And being alone sucked.

"Hey Mr. Dorf." At the foot of the stairs, you were able to see through the doorway of one of the hall's rooms if it were open. Currently, Nat's dad sat at his study, doing some homeplanning, blueprinting stuff. I was no expert, don't look to me for proper terminology.

After his nod back, I made my way forward, winding into the living room. There on the sofas sat Katey and Allison, in the middle of a lively convo while a talent show rerun softly blared from the flat screen TV.

Well shiit. Katey was looking as cute as ever, especially with her legs up, knees pointed to the ceiling, showing just a sliver of her calves ended by two sets of wiggling toes against the plushy couch.

Believe it or not, Nat's younger sister was in fact my age.

That's right. We were both equivalent in years of life lived; Nat was a year over both of us. Allison, too.

For some reason, everyone kinda babied Katey, though. I mean, so did I, I'll admit.

But when it came to her anatomy, her face, her inexplicably female personality -- that was all nubile babe. I let her join in on my periodic sex fantasies every once in a while, it's true. She was no Nat, much smaller and more the kind of adorable girl you could wrap your whole body around in a single hug type. But hey, that just made it even better, kind of.

Variety was the spice of life.

"What's going on ladies," I hopped down to a single-seat recliner, popping open the footrest as I settled in.

"Hi John." Katey was chucking some cereal into her mouth. Both her arms were wrapped around her kneecaps as she fed herself with a partially full bowl. Allison acknowledged me with a quick upswing of the head, but was otherwise enveloped in her phone texting. Or just ignoring me. Either one seemed plausible.

Shoooot.

Shoot.

What couldn't I do, exactly?

Apparently, I had some semi-conscious blanket effects that were either working towards or away from my advantage... but I also had the active ability to do anything I wanted, really. Like the pickles thing.

I pondered, then spoke up to Katey. "Hey, Katey."

Nat's younger sister looked up at me, eyes blinking through her bangs. "Yes?"

"Could you roll your pajamas up as high as they can go?"

"Um..." After a brief second-long pause, the girl quickly moved forward. She set her bowl of cereal down on the table, then moved her hands to the bottom of her trousers. "Sure, yeah, I can."

And she proceeded to do just that.

I liberally watched as Katey tugged her PJ trousers all the way up her calf, then her knee, then with a sharp tug, managing to get it up her thigh. With a slight struggle, she managed to lift her little arse up off the sofa and pull her PJs up until they were exposing her near naked, pantie-clad buttcheek in full before me and Allison. She then rolled it up and let it remain there, before switching to her other pant leg and doing the same thing., and hallelujah, another buttcheek exposed to wonderful living room air.

As she plopped back down to the sofa and grabbed her cereal, she was giving a full on leg show. Before me was a just woken Katey who looked like she was wearing super breezy short-shorts that covered as much ass of hers as a high-riding leotard, and pretty much did no hiding of any of her long thin legs.

Mm did those look smooth to the touch.

"Katey," the voice of Mr. Dorf suddenly reached our ears. "Can you come help me retrieve this book please?"

"Coming Daddy."

To the table goes the bowl once more. When Katey stood up and turned, I nearly choked. I was treated to the sight of her tight bottom in its partial glory for the first time in my life in the most surreal of ways -- something that could only have been possible in dreams. Here, now, happening in reality, in front of all these other people we apparently knew and loved.

I glanced at Allison. She was still preoccupied with her phone. Absolutely uncaring of the scenario that just took place before her.

Sighing, I checked the time on my own cellphone, then asked Allison why Nat was taking so long. Apparently, the latter was in the shower, washing up, which explained that. It was no piss she was taking. Though it could've been an extraneous dump. I didn't know what she ingested last night, who was I to say.

In any case, I took a quick smoke break. Not literally, because I didn't smoke, nor planned to, ever. But I hung out by the front door, staring at the softly colliding wind chimes dangled from a beam of the porch. When, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a woman in her 40s watering some plants by her front lawn.

'Noticed', meaning, I totally got hard at how hot she looked, in her shorts and casual tee, the latter of which was cut high enough to remain cleavage-less, unfortunately. For a moment, it occurred to me that I seemed to be growing a little impulsive with my thoughts, particularly the crude, perverted kind, only for it to be handwaved away as the stirring juices in me felt otherwise.

Without saying a word, I closed my eyes, silently wished that Nat's hot MILF neighbor would be watering her little patch of nature in a revealing bikini. Then opened them, and right before my eyes, in the exact same position, even with her hands clutched around the exact same part of the hose, the woman continued watering; only this time, her chest, her fleshy but trim stomach, and her meaty thighs were much more handily exposed, and a little wet, too, perhaps from some stray rays of water from the hose.

If this were a cartoon, smoke would've churned out of my nostrils. But it wasn't, so instead, I just had a dumb look of neutral glee on my face as she turned profile and lent me a nice view of her womanly apple bottoms. Mm-mm... mmm!

"Hey, John!" At the sound of my name, I whipped my head back into the house.

Allison caught my eye, slipping her feet into her flats.

"You ready? We're about to go."

"Oh," I nodded, and pocketed my phone. "Yeah, sure." Blinking up at her, she seemed to blush a little before turning her head away with an upturned mouth under her two, indignantly shut eyes as I checked out her legs once again. Instinct. "Let's roll."