James Adams

I wake up slowly, groggy. With a stretch and a yawn I open my eyes to see the morning sunlight filtering through the blinds. I stare at my window for a minute just letting my mind adjust to being awake. Feeling surprisingly tired considering I just woke up from a full nights rest. Judging by the brightness of the light coming through the window it's around mid morning. So there is no reason I should feel this tired. I mentally shrug, and with another yawn I start to pull myself out of bed. At least it's Saturday, so I don't have anything important to worry about.

With yet another yawn, I trudge to the bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for the day. Hopefully a nice shower will help me wake up and shake the grogginess off.

My musing about my tiredness is ended when I open my bedroom door, and hear the sound of the bathroom shower shutting off. Which is odd, even on Saturday everyone usually wakes up early, so I didn't expect to have competition for the bathroom.

"Oh well, at least whoever it is, is done now. I just hope there's still hot water left." I think.

With my tired brain there isn't really anything I can think of to do to pass a few minutes, so I just stand there and wait for the bathroom to open up.

A few minutes later the bathroom door opens, steam wafting out into the hallway and Sarah my little sister bounces out wearing nothing but a pair of towels. One wrapped around her body, and the other wrapped around her head. She's humming some song I don't recognize, but the humming cuts off when she notices me standing there. Her hands suddenly darting to her towels and she looks down to make sure everything is covered. He face flushing a light red, as she checks herself. It's cute how flustered she is.

My little sister isn't what most people would call hot. The words, cute, or adorable would be more apt. She's 5'1" tall, small breasts (I don't know the exact size, but I would be very surprised if they were larger than B cups), with a generally petite frame. She has a small round face framed by wavy auburn hair, full but small lips, and a tiny perky little nose. To top it all off she has a smattering of light freckles that go from one cheekbone, over her cute little nose and to the other cheekbone. Yea, adorable about sums it up.

"Good morning sis." I yawn out, doing my best to smile, which is mostly ruined by my yawning at the same time. "Getting a late start today?"

Satisfied that all her goodies are safely hidden, she finally looks up at me.

"Morning big brother!" She says with a cheerful smile.

"Still up earlier than youuuu." She teases. Before sticking her tongue out at me, as she bounces past me to her room.

After she passes, I head to the bathroom and hop in the shower. My tired mind wandering a bit, before recalling the image of my sister dressed in nothing but a towel and sticking her little pink tongue out at me. I feel an immediate reaction in my lower body. Wonder if she would be so nonchalant about doing that if she knew what it did to me. After a moment debating with myself I decide to rub one out real quick while thinking about that little pink tongue of hers. No use keeping it pent up.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I perv on my sister or anything. Like I don't steal her panties, sniff anything of hers, or anything else like that. But I also don't begrudge myself the occasional fantasy. After all fantasizing is harmless, and while she may not be a classic beauty that petite little body of hers just does it for me, and I refuse to feel ashamed for it.

Finished with my shower, I dry off, wrap a towel around my waist and start to head back to my room. I open the bathroom door just in time to see my little sister coming down the hall from her room, now fully dressed. She see's me and I stop dead, hands darting to my towel as I exaggeratedly check to make sure I'm covered. Before looking back up and her and returning her tongue out salute.

She stamps her foot her, hand coming up to cover a gasp of surprise before she yells "Meanie!" accusingly at me for poking fun at her. I give her my best, 'and all without breaking a sweat' smirk and walk past her to my room. As I'm closing the door I hear her start to crack up. Her laughter turning my grin into a smile. I knew she was hiding a smile behind that hand.

Our relationship is good. We've always been really close. Our mother died when we were both too young to remember, and our father wasn't really around much while we were growing up. His job took up most of his time. Neither of us blame him for not being around. We understood that he needed to work so that we could have a place to live, and food to eat. He always made sure we had everything we needed, and he always makes sure to make time for us when it's important. But even so me and Sarah depended on each other at lot growing up. Luckily her personality matches her looks, bright and adorable. Which is so different than my more brooding, serious about everything attitude. We get along extremely well, in part because she lightens me up, while I keep her grounded.

Now safely back in the privacy of my room, I get dressed. Debating whether or not I want to head down to scrounge up some breakfast, or hop on my computer to play games or something. Thinking about my computer I look over at my desk and notice my old laptop sitting at the end of my desk.

"Funny, I thought I threw that old thing out a few years ago. I wonder if it still has any of my old games on it?" I think to myself.