Go back upstairs

You smirk and shake your head, turning around to head back upstairs. Suddenly, an idea comes to you and you pause with your foot on the second step, mulling it over in your mind.

Your father isn't particularly strict off the Diamond, but he's big enough and works out enough that most of your and Julie's classmates don't exactly want to upset him. In fact, you highly suspect this to be one of the stronger reasons why she has yet to have any boyfriends. There are always those rumours about what happens in the girls' locker room, of course, but you don't know whether they're true or, if they are, whether Julie has ever participated.

It's been a year or two since you looked at your sister with any real sense of lust, but Doe's earlier tussle with you and seeing her about to blow 'Coach Don' has your libido acting up and your hormones rushing more than they have in months. As a result, memories of seeing your sister in various swimclothes - not all of them lined - and of the occasional masturbation fantasy make themselves known, some mixing with the events of the night as you consider your plan of action.

Then you wake from your distraction and realize you've already decided to follow through, silently chuckling to yourself as you cautiously climb the staircase, again avoiding the creaking steps. You quietly open the door to your sister's bedroom, then walk over to Julie's bed and gently shake her bare shoulder to wake her.

"John," she mumbles in confusion as she opens her eyes. "What's going on? It's the middle of the night! Why are you in my room?" She looked around then. "Where's Doe?"

"Shh...Doe's in the living room on the couch. I was heading to bed, but dad passed me in the hall going downstairs. He said something about last minute training for tomorrow's game and asked me to wake you up." Julie groaned in despair and pulled the pillow over her head.

"Oh, come on! Don't be like that!" You grabbed the pillow to pull it away. "Do you really want to leave Doe to suffer Dad's mercies on her own?"Her reply was muffled by the pillow, but you caught the general gist of it, even though she nearly relinquished her **** grip on the pillow for a second.

"Come on, Julie. At least come downstairs for a minute."

You hope she's still out of it enough for this next part to convince her. "Maybe we can convince Coach to put it off until morning -" Your sister pulls the pillow away from her face on her own to glare at you skeptically. "- Or maybe he just wants to rant about the upcoming game again!"

With a groaning sigh, she lets go of the pillow - causing you to stumble back slightly - and pushes the blankets down slightly so she can sit up with her head in her hands.

"Hey...Julie...." You rested your hand gently on her shoulder.

Your sister blinked slowly up at you, then sighed and grabbed your bicep to pull herself to her feet. As she walked out of her room ahead of you wearing only her lingerie, your eyes track the natural sway of your sister's ass, tight from years of softball and other sports and exercise.

Licking your lips, you tore your gaze off of Julie and followed her downstairs, grinning wickedly as you notice she subconsciously avoids those steps that would give away your presence.