Chapter 8

• It was probably about an hour later, his folks having gone to bed, that Maeson opened his little sister’s room and slipped inside. Thankfully growing up in this house he knew how to move quietly through it. He was still in his bath robe and wore a tight fitting pair of red boxer briefs, only this time his robe wasn’t tied, it was just draped over his shoulders. It showed off his muscular torso, and for what easily could be called a gymnast or swimmer’s body. He wasn’t sure if Kimber would even be awake still, but he was sure she would be in the nightie as instructed. He was also toying with the idea of taking her out shopping, on him, and at his instruction as well, “Hi Sis,” he said in a low voice being careful not to project, otherwise their light sleeping mother might hear them, “are you still awake?”
• Kimber had only ½ dozed, her Kindle still in her hand, as she lay there, lost in her make believe world. Hearing her brother’s soft voice calling out, she shook herself awake, smiling up at him as she saw him walking towards her, his robe casually thrown over his body. His athletic body was on full display. She glanced at his red shorts, er, briefs, blushing a bit at the open honesty of his wardrobe choice.
• Sitting up, she adjusted herself on the pillow slightly, curious as to his exact intentions, though secretly thrilled that he had indeed come back...