Well...

She takes a deep breath, seemingly gathering her courage.

"Do you think I need to lose weight?" she finally asks.

"What?" you ask, stunned by the question.

"One of the managers..." she begins, then pauses. "He said I needed to lose weight. He grabbed me, and told me I needed to lose a few kilos. I've been worried ever since."

"That fucker," you snap, your anger flaring. "You're perfect the way you are!"

"I am?" she asks.

"Of course! What a bastard."

She smiles happily at your answer. "Thank you, John."

You smile back at her, then realise you're looking at her lips. You turn away, blushing. "I-It's nothing. Really. I just don't want some sleazebag insulting my sister."

"You're just saying I don't need to lose weight because you don't want to hurt my feelings, then?" she asks.

"No! I mean, yes, but... you're my sister, of course I'm going to say that! What the hell kind of guy do you think I am?"

Choa stands up, then lifts her top a few inches, exposing a portion of bare skin where her pants cinch her waist. You freeze. "Look," she says, "Here." She pinches her flesh, and you can see she's able to get barely half an inch between her fingers. "Isn't this too pudgy?"

"No!" you say, a little too quickly. "It looks fine... really..."

It's delightful, it's perfect, your body is toned but so soft at the same time, any man would be blessed to touch it and feel it and-

She grabs your hand and says, "Feel it and tell me the truth."

Reluctantly, you place your hand on her stomach. The skin is smooth and soft, and the smell of her perfume and body wash is intoxicating. You pinch the little roll of fat, then lay your hand flat on her belly. It's toned and taut, practically steel.

"It feels fine," you say.

"Well, what about my thighs?" she replies, rolling up the left leg of her sweatpants up to her upper hip to give you a view of her full, thick thigh. She places your hand on the underside and you squeeze involuntarily, feeling a thin layer of beautiful soft flesh briefly before you hit toned muscle. You have to hold your breath to avoid sighing, your mind running a thousand scenarios of stroking, kissing, licking her beautiful legs, rubbing the head of your cock-

But eventually, an eternity or a few seconds later, your heartbeat slows down and your head clears enough for you to speak without your voice quavering.

"They're... they're fine. You definitely don't need to lose any more weight, okay? Have you really been worrying about this?"

She shifts uneasily and nods. "Ever since the manager said something, I just can't stop thinking about it. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help it. I try to forget, but it keeps coming back up." She looks away. "I know it's stupid..."

You squeeze her shoulder. "It's not stupid. It's just the media and stupid people telling you that you're not good enough. You're perfect the way you are, okay? Don't let some asshole manager tell you otherwise. I... I'm sure your fans love the way you look."

"Thanks, John," she says. She chuckles. "Look at me unloading on you like this and I haven't even asked you how you've been."

"It's fine," you say. "I don't mind. How have you been? Other than the body-policing asshole incident."

She shrugs. "I've just been busy with work. I like it, but there's not much downtime."

"You have to take a break sometimes. You can't just work yourself to ****."

She smiles. "That's why I came home for the weekend." She looks over at her bag. "I better unpack, but after let's watch a movie or something."

You nod. "Sure. Let's do that."

She kisses you on the cheek, then heads over to her bag, allowing you to escape before she can notice the tent that you pitched in your pants the instant she kissed you.

You sit in your computer chair and game for a while as Choa unpacks, trying to shake off the lustful feelings swirling in the pit of your stomach. Eventually, you cool down, and you head into the kitchen to talk to your mom. She's just getting home from shopping, and you greet her warmly as ever. She hands you a grocery bag full of vegetables and meat.

"Here," she says. "Can you put these away?"

"Sure," you say. You take the bag from her and walk towards the fridge.

"Oh," she says, "Your sister's coming to visit for the weekend!"

"I know," you reply, "She's been here for like three hours, mom."

Your mom smiles. "Oh, she's here already? How is she?"

"She's... fine. She's in her room."

"Great! It'll be so good having the both of you at home after so long," mom says. "I might make bulgogi for dinner to celebrate!"

You know she's missed your sister. Although she never said it, you could always tell. Tears welled up in her eyes the day Choa left for her idol career. Maybe you were too focused on finishing high school to notice it at the time, but looking back now, you can see she must have been hurting on the inside.

"I'll go give her some company," you say.

You walk upstairs and knock on her door. "Choa, you in there?"

"Yeah, come in," she replies.

When you enter, she's lying down on her bed with her phone in her hand. "Hey little bro," she says.

"Mom said bulgogi for dinner later. She just got in."

"She did? Great, I've missed her cooking so much!" she replies. She sits up and slides off the bed. "I'm gonna go say hi, coming?"

"Sure," you say.

"Okay," she replies.

You walk downstairs to the kitchen, where your mother is unpacking yet more groceries.

"Jeez mom, did you buy the entire store?" Choa asks, before looking at the food and grinning. "And it's all my favourites, too!"

"I know how you like your snacks," mom replies with a chuckle. "Oh, Choa-ya, I missed you so much, sweetie!"

Your mom embraces your sister, then pulls back and looks at her. "You look thin, sweetie. Are you okay?"

"Told you!" you interject. Choa pushes you away.

"I'm fine, mom," she says. "Just... busy with stuff. I promise I eat."

"Okay," mom replies, although her expression is mixed. "Are people being nice to you? Are you sleeping okay?"

Choa nods. "Yeah, mom. I'm fine. I promise."

"Okay," mom says again. "Did John give you lunch yet?"

"Yes! Mom! Oh my God," Choa laughs. "Stop worrying. I'm here to have a nice relaxing weekend with you guys."

Your mom smiles. "Sorry, sweetie. Did John tell you? I'm making bulgogi for dinner."

"He did, and I'm very happy to hear that," Choa says. "I'll go hang out with him until then."

She grabs your hand and pulls you out of the kitchen. "Come on, we're watching a movie."

You find yourself next to her on the couch in the living room as she scrolls through Netflix looking for something good.

"Mom has really missed you," you say, "you know."

Choa sighs, and pauses on the screen. "Yeah... I've missed her, too."

"You should call her more often. She worries. I worry."

"I know," she says, "I just... I'm really busy with work and everything. She knows that."

You nod. "Yeah, I know. I guess..." you're briefly distracted by the curvature of her bust in her t-shirt, and the outline of her bra-strap - how it would feel to slip your finger under it and feel the subtle impression where it's dug into her soft flesh, feel her shudder as you slowly slip it down her shoulder to reveal-

You try not to dwell on it. "I guess I just wish we talked more."