Stick with Josh

"I think I need a cold shower," Josh said to himself, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

He took the box out to the kitchen. Feeling a bit hungry, he opened it up, taking a chocolate chip cookie.

"Mm, holy shit. She wasn't kidding when she said she could make," he said in awe after taking a bite. He quickly took another, grabbing two more cookies. Remembering Diane, his sister, was still upstairs, he grabbed several peanut butters, which he knew to be her favorites.

Speaking of Diane, it was odd she hadn't come down after hearing the knock. She was usually more aware of that sort of thing than he was. He wondered if she was feeling okay, or maybe she was just spending quality time with her vibrator. Still, couldn't hurt to check. She was only a year younger than him. Growing up so close in age, the two were close, being each other's best friend. They teased each other like mad, but would rip someone a new asshole if anyone messed with their sibling.

Josh quickly made his way up the stairs and made a beeline for Diane's room. Her door was shut, not unusual. She liked her privacy. He'd been about to knock when he heard her gasp, "Holy shit!"

"Diane? What's going on?!" He asked, concerned.

"Josh?!" Came the questioning response. He heard a quick patter of feet when she opened the door. Her hair was more of a dirty blonde when compared to their mother's brighter colored hue. She was also more petite, skinny with A-cup breasts, but in lean shape through committed yoga practices. The most fat on the young woman's body was in her butt, which not wide, stuck out and filled any pants she wore nicely, turning more than one head. She was just as pretty as their mother, albeit in a different way.

"Josh, quick," she said excitedly, ushering him in and closing the door. "Over here!" She's heading to the bedroom window, gesturing for him to join her.

"What's going on?" Josh asked in confusion.

Diane grinned. "You'll like it. Look," she pointed outside.