Chapter 3

• Listening to her brother explain, sort of, Kimber still felt where his hands and squeezed and pushed her onward. It was at once familiar and odd ... She’d not been around him in so long. As she walked to her room, she nodded, hearing him talk about ordering food for his date, she had always thought that was a bit misogynistic, but the way he explained it made it sound, different. Turning, going to the bathroom and picking up the laundry basket, she handed it to him. It only had a few items in it, a couple shirts and some panties, thankfully covered by the shirts. She barely registered that she was doing as he said as she led him into her room, picking up her basket and dumping the small amount of dirty clothes onto the top of his basket. Blushing, she moved things around as she saw a pair of her thongs end up on top. “Best get whatever Mom has too...” she said, trying to distract him from what she’d just done.
• He ignored the statement about needing to get mom’s things, “I honestly don’t understand how any of your dates let you get away from them,” Maeson said as he noticed the thong. When Kimber started to cover it up, he took her hand gently by the wrist and pulled it out into the open. “I wouldn’t have let you get away from me. I would have swept you off your feet, treated you properly,” which was a statement of god’s honest truth. If he had met someone like his little sister, he would have. This was his sister and he was already far more interested in her than he had been any of the girls he had dated at school. “I like a girl in a thong, and I like your taste,” he told her looking at his sister in her eyes as he held her wrist. “What type of guy asked you out?” he asked.
• Her hand held firm by his grasp, her underwear, her thong, held out for him to see more easily. Kimber stood there, blushing, unsure of herself now, unsure of his behavior to be honest. “Oh ... you would?” she asked, stalling a bit, not sure how to take a compliment like that from a brother, albeit an obviously kind one. She dropped the thong, leaving it on top, as she made to exit her room to go get the rest of the laundry, unsure how to react to his comment on her taste. “Thanks? Um, no one ever complimented me on my choice of undergarments before! At least not to me!”
• “That’s right,” Maeson gave Kimber’s arm a light squeeze and a cocky grin. “How many guys have actually got to see your thongs?” he asked standing in the way between her and the exit. “Or how many even thought to ask?” Maeson continued. Then he shrugged as if the conversation was as casual as anything. “How a woman dresses is important. It helps you feel sexy, sexy is confident, confident is desirable, and so on,” Maeson let go of Kimber’s arm, and leaned against the doorway thinking, looking her over then as if an idea had occurred to him. “I know!. For today, the rest of the day, wear a thong, in fact...” he told her straightening up making to leave himself, “It’s either a thong, or nothing,” he ordered his little sister, “and,” he told her deciding it was time to leave and unpack himself, “don’t cheat, ‘cause I will check.”
• Her brother’s demeanor, and overly familiar conversation, was making Kimber’s head spin a bit. It was both nice and disconcerting at the same time. He was so ... different, as if he just assumed that it was okay to discuss things like her undergarments.
• Shaking her head, she commented, ‘No one at all, not that that is any of your business, Buster...” she said teasingly, discussing her underwear causing her to feel a bit jittery, as if she could not stand still. His words about confidence, and being sexy, seemed to strike a deep chord within her, though she said nothing out loud. She so wished she was more confident, it was as if there was a set of rules that people lived by, and she just sorta guessed ... often feeling awkward, and unsure.
• “What do you mean you’ll ... check” she meant to ask him as he left, but he was gone before she could complete her sentence. ‘He can’t be serious, like I would just do what he said’ she muttered to herself as she moved into their parent’s room, grabbing the bit of laundry from her mother’s basket, and heading to the small laundry room just off of the garage. All the while she worked, filling the washer, adding soap, she kept thinking about what he said. More about feeling confident that the assumption that she would do as he asked. Her mind was running it over in her mind, wondering if he had a point, wondering if she dared let him know she thought he had a point.
• Standing in front of her dresser, Kimber realized that she had decided, even if she did not quite acknowledge it. Opening her drawer, she got out one of her favorite pair of panties, dark red, with a thong back. She loved the way the fabric felt against her skin. Quickly sliding off her shorts and pale blue bikini panties, she slid the sexy fabric up over her hips, adjusting the waist band briefly, before pulling her shorts back on. Going to stand in front of her mirror, she wondered if she looked more confident, or if it was all in his imagination. Wondering if he was done unpacking yet, she headed to the kitchen, intending to get a small snack, grapes or something, before seeking out her brother.