"Yes, Mama, I'll go right up."

"Terry, I've got to come in," Jane called, "it's getting late."

"Okay, okay, if you really think you'd gonna pee your pants or something…"

Jane closed the door behind her. The bathroom was steamy and hot. She hung her robe on the hook and squeezed paste onto her toothbrush. She could hear her sister splashing around in the bathwater. The shower curtain had been drawn domed and Jane thought that a bit silly. She'd never known Terry to be so modest in the past.

Behind the translucent curtain Jane could see the thin outline of her sister's body. She seemed too willowy thin to be causing so much trouble. Why, she hardly had tits at all… just small swells lipped with the most fragile pink nipples Jane had ever seen. Her own breasts were full and firm and the nipples dark. It embarrassed her to see her naked body sometimes. And she could hardly stand to touch the super-sensitive nubbins that jutted out of her equally dark areolas. It embarrassed her to see her dark pubic curls. They formed a perfect triangle that started low on her abdomen. And underneath those protective curls was the most embarrassing place of all. She frowned at her vagrant thoughts aid concentrated on brushing her teeth.

"When will you be through with your bath?" she asked, getting her toilet articles together.

"If you'll give me five more minutes, I'll get out."

Jane slipped her robe back over her shoulders. "Well, okay. But burly up or we'll miss that bus."

She opened the door to go out, but remembered that she wanted to pack her toilet articles while she was waiting for Terry to finish in the tub. So that the steamy wax wouldn't escape, Jane closed the door again and reached for the little zipper bag she used for cosmetics.

"Unnnnn… got to hurry now…" Terry groaned from behind the shower curtain. Jane realized immediately that her young sister thought she was alone. Jane thought she'd better cough or make some kind of noise to warn Terry that the door had been opened and closed but that she was still not alone. But something made her remain silent. She drew her fingers back away from the little bag she'd been about to fetch.