Your older sister, Caitlyn

...your big sister, Caitlyn, pushing some scrambled eggs around in a pan. Her dark hair is pulling back in a ponytail, it's tip swishing around her lower back as she skillfully makes breakfast.

You watch her for a moment before she turns her head, clearly feeling you staring. Her emerald eyes land upon you, crimson lips turning upward in a teasing smile. "Well well, looks like you're alive after all. Good. Just bear with me for a minute, ok?"

You walk over to the dining table, still standing as you watch Caitlyn cook. For some reason, you can't take your eyes off her. "...morning Cait...Where's mom?" You ask, wanting to fill the silence before it became deafening.

"Oh, she's just run out, something about...shit, hold on." Caitlyn chuckles to herself, a slight blush creeping up the back of her neck as she tries to remember. "She did say. What was it again? Something about a bully watch maybe?"

As Caitlyn murmurs to herself, your eyes trail down her back. She's dressed in casual, loose clothing; clearly her pyjamas. Her black baggy shirt in ticked into some grey sweatpants, which seem equally as baggy. But something catches your attention.

Without making a sound, you inch closer trying to get a good look. When you get withing arms length, you see it; a thin line of pink fabric between the borders of grey and black. Clearly, your sister hasn't realised that she's tucked her shirt into the wrong waistband.

You feel a tingling in your fingers, like they're just itching to move. It would be so easy to grab that sliver of pink and yank that fabric high. Or, you could take her sweats in the opposite direction, exposing her entire lower half along with her underwear choice. A few other ideas fill your mind, as well as a faint whisper urging you onwards.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, your reach out and...