We never bathed together when we were younger; or anything like that. Occasionally, I got a few peeks. However, I have never seen her topless before. Her breasts weren’t very large. She was a B, or so. But, I liked it that way. 
Miracle turned around and shook her butt a little bit, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down just a little. After doing this a few more times, and looking over her shoulder at me with a seductive little smile, she finally slid the jeans off of her hips and then kicked them to the side. Adorning her hips were a pair of pink and white striped string bikini panties. I wasn’t too sure; but it seemed as if there was a small wet spot, as well. Turning around, the girl grinned at me; thoroughly enjoying every moment of this. She wasn’t the only one.
With one final wiggle of her hips, she plopped down on the couch beside me.
“That’s it?” I questioned, an eyebrow arched at her.

“Don’t you think you should be grateful with what you’ve got?” Miracle asked me.
I moaned softly. If I pushed her too much; then I wouldn’t be getting anything. “You’re rather good at that.” I observed.
She giggled. “I know…”
I was beginning to realize that Miracle wasn’t as naïve as I had previously thought. She knows what her little strip tease did to me. However, I knew what happened when she was in control of situations. And I just couldn’t let that happen. So, I changed the subject. “Any plans for today?” I asked suddenly.

“Nope… you’ve got me all to yourself today,” she grinned mischievously. She wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
“Actually, I’m going out with some friends,” I said casually, with a small shrug; staring at her face to study her reaction. Her grin faded. “Where? With who? You’re leaving me?” she asked, with a frown.
“My friends asked me if I wanted to go somewhere tonight. I’ll be back later.” I told her. She scowled at me.
With that, I got up and headed into my bedroom to look at some porn.

An hour passed, and I went into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. The whole time, I didn’t hear Miracle at all. This made me slightly nervous. A couple more hours passed. By now, I was looking good; with a black dress shirt and dark wash jeans. I trotted downstairs; not seeing my sister anywhere. I shrugged, and glanced at the clock. It was almost six o’clock. “MIRACLE!” I yelled, glancing around the house. “I’m leaving!” Nothing. I bit my lip. She’s probably just mad I’m leaving, and ignoring me. I thought, shaking my head.
With that, I grabbed the car keys to my father’s car; which he left, in case we needed to go anywhere. Shutting the door behind me, I drove to my friend’s house; where we were meeting at.
***** FIVE HOURS LATER *****
For some reason, Miracle was in the back of my mind the entire time I was out. Walking into the house, I slipped out of my shoes and shouted, “Miracle!” I waited a few moments. No answer. Was she really that annoyed at me? I looked in the kitchen for a note; if she had decided to leave, or something. I didn’t find one. I looked around the house; wondering what the hell could have happened to my sister. Then, I heard a noise. I tilted my head to the side. Miracle? I heard the noise again and walked toward it. It led to me Miracle’s bedroom door. Quietly, I opened the door. To my utter shock, there was Miracle lying across her bed. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. Her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped; her hand was in them. I stifled a laugh. I would have never imagined my sister would ever masturbate. My next thoughts were whether to barge in, or walk away. I could always tease her about it later.
I lingered a few more moments and then tiptoed to my room and stripped down to some comfier clothing. I stood there, in my sweatpants, totally dumbfounded; and moreover; curious. What had she been thinking about? How could I casually mention this to her? Could I even get her to reveal what her thoughts had been? I would certainly try.

I headed back into the living room and flipped on the television. Shortly after, I heard footsteps coming down the steps. “Oh, hey Ollie.” She said, noticing me on the sofa. “How was your date?” she teased, walking into the kitchen to prepare some dinner.
“Mm, it was good,” I winked at her.
“You hungry?” she asked.
“Nah, I got some food, when I was out.” I told her. I switched the channel again, to the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She emerged out of the kitchen, bowl of macaroni and cheese in hand.

“Oliver!” she whined. “This movie scares the shit out of me!” Miracle said.
I shook my head at her. “That makes no sense, Miracle. You love horror movies.”
“Everyone except this one.” She told me. I chuckled.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll protect you from the big, bad chain saw killer.” I cooed, patting the seat next to me. She rolled her eyes, but sat down. Miracle jumped a few times and was quiet for most of the movie. About half way through, I put an arm around her; gauging her reaction. She didn’t so much as look at me. More time passed. She sat sideways now, stretching her legs across my lap.

After the movie was over, I decided now was the time to confront her. I glanced over at her. “So, Miracle…” I began. “I’m wondering. What do you think about when you’re masturbating? Or do you look at porn or something, before?” I asked, as causally as possible.
This clearly took her by surprise. “I don’t masturbate.” Miracle told me, with a disgusted look on her face.
I chuckled. “I saw you earlier. I came, and couldn’t find you. I heard some noises. They led me to your room. And the noises were you, moaning,” I explained.
Her face was frozen. Apparently stripping for me was one thing; and me know that she masturbated was another. A glare appeared on her face and she took her legs off of me. She didn’t know what to say.

“It was actually kinda hot…” I told her, with an amused smirk. “Made me horny.”
“You were watching me!?” she cried out, letting out a soft growl.
“Ooh, that’s hot. Growl at me some more,” I said smiling at her. She looked as if she was going to kill me.
“OLIVER!” she yelled, standing up. I stood up as well, towering over her.
“Damn, Miracle. I wish you’d scream my name like that more often,” I said.
Apparently that did it. She lunged at me. Taken by surprised, she knocked me to the ground. Once I realized what had happened, I shook my head and moved so that her arms were spread out on the floor. My hands were pinning her wrists the ground and I was kneeling over her. She was breathing hard and glowering up at me. I took a deep breath and arched an eyebrow down at her.
“I will admit; you took me by surprise there.” I nodded. She just glared up at me. Miracle still didn’t say anything. So I dared to continue. “That was hot. You should be aggressive like that more often.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
There was silence between us for awhile, and her face softened. Her body relaxed. “You are something.” She finally said to me, shaking her head. I laughed. “You want it.” I winked at her. Miracle began to laugh.

“Can you get off of me?” she asked. I stared at her for a bit. Then, I made a decision. Lowering my head, I gently planted my lips to hers.