Part 2: game day

As the day of the Big Game approached, Sandy and I started making snide little comments to each other about THE BET. That was how it started to appear in my mind, all capitol letters.

I would be in the living room watching TV and she would ask what kind of seat covers I thought would look good in the car when it was hers. I would ask how she thought she would look in a french maid costume. Back and forth we would go. It got to the point that after a week or so I was actually beginning to think about what she would look like in various outfits.

It was then I began to realize what a hot looking girl my little sister had become over the last few years. She had a slim waist, and nice looking legs, and her breasts, while not the monster hooters some guys claim to like, were nice and firm, about the size of grapefruits. I found that I had started looking at her ass when she bent over, and wondering how it would feel to hold it in my hands.