Peek at Holly!

Holly was the youngest sister. The one closest in age to Sam. She was a petite, slender redhead with green eyes. She didn't have many of the 'natural endowments' of her sisters, but she certainly had a personality to make up for it. If you can call it that. Tripp called it scary.

He tip-toes to her door (it helped that their doors were labelled with their names) and quietly presses it open, just a crack, to peek inside.

To his disappointment, Holly is only lying on her bed, listening to music from her stereo and doing something on her laptop he can't see.

He sighs, a bit peeved he couldn't catch her changing or something. But he still takes the time to enjoy her body. She's wearing white short shorts and a blue tank top. From his angle, he can't see much of 'the goods' apart from her butt, which isn't very much to look at, especially when covered by shorts. Still, her legs are smooth and long for her frame, and the glimpses of her upper thighs are enjoyable, even if they do leave him wanting more.

What he would give to see her stripped and embarrassed. She was the brattiest sister of all, and he'd love to watch her blush and squirm just once, if only to make up for all the times she had embarrassed him over the years.

Oh well, nothing doing! So Tripp leaves.