Lift Up Her Dress

Ignoring her, Walter grabbed the hem of her dress with his delicate fingers. He'd have never dared to do such a thing before, but something had come over him in this moment. He quickly lifted her summer dress up over her head in one smooth motion. His sister sat motionless for a few moments, shocked at his actions. Her plain, light blue knickers and matching brassiere stood out against her pale, alabaster skin. Their mother had always been one to keep his sister inside with her nose buried in a book, much as the woman had with him. The difference was that his father never argued about how she raised their daughter, so her skin remained free from any hint of exposure to the elements.

But now, the soft morning sunlight danced across her skin, her half-naked and unblemished body in full view of anyone who cared to glance through the window of the train carriage, or anyone passing along the corridors of the train, moving from one train car to the next.

And glance they did. Or more appropriately leer. Walter was keenly aware that even though they weren’t surrounded by people they were in a public place. An old man with a twinkle in his eye and mismatched and highly heinous socks who had been returning to his compartment made no attempt to hide his gaze.

In his situation, Walter would have done the same. He could certainly appreciate his sister and if he happened to chance upon any girl as attractive as her in such a situation he would not hesitate to make the most of his divine gift.

So, he joined in the leering. His gaze running across his sister’s body. As mentioned before her skin was unblemished, but what he hadn’t fully come to appreciate was the size of her chest. With all the frills and not wanting to be caught staring Walter had never fully taken stock of how blessed his sister was. Now that he was able to see her body unobscured by layers of cloth he could only describe what he saw with one word.

“Big…”

A true statement that the old man, and the other onlookers who had wandered over and were blatantly peeking into the compartment, all nodded in agreement with. His sister was not obscenely large, but, given the tight fit of her brassier, there was little left to the imagination. The large tracts of land--so to speak--could have easily overflowed Walter’s hands. Large pale mounds of snowy skin that Walter had the urge to cup and play with.

Her waist wasn’t thin and weak, but it still had a fine taper to it and, just like the rest of her body, the skin was powdery and fair. While his sister’s breasts drew much attention Walter could tell that a few of the spectators were salivating as they looked towards his sister’s waist and bare tummy. Her midriff wasn’t fat, but it wasn’t toned either. If Walter had to describe it then soft would be the aptest description that he could think of. A pillow for him to rest his face or maybe his fist.

Waist and belly aside, the charm of the exposed body before him didn’t stop there. While her high-waisted kickers hid much of her skin the way that they clung to her wide hips and plump derriere left nothing to the imagination. Except perhaps whether she was well-trimmed or not. While Walter was half-tempted to check he first inspected her knicker clad rear. Of course, he was not one to enjoy such a feast on his own. A man of his stature was more than willing to share with his fellow man, and so he turned his sister’s back towards the door so that all the onlookers could also join him in his admiration.

It had to be acknowledged that his sister was not perfect but, as he inspected her tightly covered bum, Walter came to the conclusion that his sister’s behind was not among her imperfections. It was soft and round like a giant peach that was no less inviting than her chest, at least to a man of culture such as himself. Some of his fellows out in the hall tittered in disappointment as her chest was no longer on display, but Walter paid no mind to such narrow-minded individuals.

Grabbing her waist, Walter spun his sister once more so that her other blessings could once more be presented. He fully intended to set free his sister’s chest from the suffocating restraint of her brassier. His hand reached up and was almost about to peel away the article of clothing when his sister regained her senses.

His sister broke out of the shock and disbelief that had been assaulting her and with a cry she pulled her dress back into place. Her face was red with anger and as she locked eyes with the men who had seen her in such an improper state her face only reddened more, although this time in shame. Anger and shame mixed together and manifested in her raising a thin arm.

Without giving Walter any time to act or explain, although both knew there was no explanation for Walter’s actions so he didn’t feel wronged by her sudden reaction, his sister prepared to bring down her arm across his face with all the fury of a modest young woman who had been publicly humiliated in a way that she had never imagined possible. Before she could unleash it, though, Walter winced in pain.

The sound of a machine resonated in his ear, causing Walter to stumble. It repeated again and again and again, each time louder and louder, and his sister’s angry face and raised hand morphing into a worried look as she reached her hand out and grabbed his shoulder. As the sound grew louder, it became more distinct. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Walter's vision was filled with blackness, and his ears were filled with the ticking of a clock.