The living room of our family home was cozy and dimly lit, the perfect setting for a movie night. I settled into the couch, a bowl of popcorn resting on my lap, as my sister, Emily, clicked through the options on the TV.
"How about this one?" she asked, holding up a DVD case with a cheesy romance movie plastered on the front.
I made a face. "No way. I picked out the first movie, so you have to pick the second one. And it has to be something good."
Emily rolled her eyes, but eventually settled on an action flick that I had been wanting to see. She plopped down next to me on the couch, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt, which I couldn't help but notice was a bit shorter than usual, revealing a hint of her toned legs.
As the opening credits rolled, Emily complained about having to shave her legs. "Ugh, the joys of being a girl," she muttered.
I tried to be funny. "At least you don't have to worry about facial hair."
Emily shot me a playful glare and retorted, "At least I won't go bald by the time I'm 30."
I opened my mouth to fire back a witty comeback, but was interrupted by the sound of Emily's T-shirt rustling. I glanced over and saw that she had crossed her legs, causing the fabric to ride up even further. I tried to keep my eyes on the screen, but I couldn't help but steal glances at Emily's legs.
After a few minutes, I noticed that something seemed...off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was sure I was seeing something I shouldn't. I leaned in closer, trying to get a better look without being too obvious.
That's when I saw it: Emily was not wearing any panties under her T-shirt. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight. I knew I shouldn't be looking, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Emily must have noticed my distracted gaze, because she looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see, perv?" she asked, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
I felt my face turn bright red as I stammered out a denial. But Emily just laughed and told me to keep my eyes on the movie.
I tried to do just that, but I couldn't shake the image of Emily's bare legs from my mind. I knew this was just the beginning of a long, confusing night.
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