Quiet

You walked into your room, dropping the shopping bags onto the floor before flopping onto your bed. There were already containers in the corner which held clothes your sister no longer wore that she had been willing to donate to you. A mess of colors that you would never have owned clothing in before, much less worn.

You knew your sister's style. She had a similar figure to the one you had now. Boobs a little smaller, according to her, but other than that it was close. She liked to show off her body, though. Lots of her tops showed off a fair amount of cleavage, she liked dresses and skirts that showed her legs.

Luckily, you had managed to talk your mom into getting you some jeans, and she had been very up front about you getting your own underwear. No need to share that. For shirts, you were content to use your old ones and ignore the donations from your sister.

Your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out of your jeans (which your mother swore would be donated tomorrow), seeing a text from James.

James: How'd the shopping trip go?

Me: Long. Annoying. Got some essentials and jeans that'll fit. Mom was happy to let Ellie donate most of the stuff she's expecting me to wear now.

James: Nice, I like Ellie's style.

"You fucking would..." you mumbled, remembering comments he had made about how hot your sister was since, well... since puberty had started, pretty much. Thinking about that brought to mind the little bit of experimentation the two of you had gotten up to at lunch, causing your face to heat up again. You were shaken from your thoughts by another buzz of your phone.

James: What kind of essentials?

Me: What kind do you think? Underwear, some jeans.

James: Shame, I liked the no bra thing.

James: Could I see?

Your mouth fell open. How big were his balls to ask you something like that? Admittedly, it was probably partly your fault for letting him feel your chest earlier, but still...

You started to type out a message chewing him out, pausing about halfway through. You weren't sure why you were pausing, but... The more you thought about it, the more the idea kind of appealed to you? And it wasn't like you had any scandalous underwear. A plain, black bra and matching panties. Boy shorts, your mother had said. Would it really be that bad to show him?