I was a final year student, living in a dormitory with a sister named My – 4 years older than me. She works as an office worker, her figure is standard in every line: a slender waist, a curved buttocks, and especially her round breasts that always peek out behind the thin nightgown every time she is at home.
We lived in harmony like friends, but in my heart there was always a feeling of restlessness every time Ms. My stepped out of the bathroom, her wet hair drooping down to her shoulders, and her body was only covered by a delicate towel.
That evening, it rained heavily and the power went out. I had just returned from soccer, my whole body was covered in mud and sweat, and I rushed to the bathroom and forgot to check. The door does not lock. Inside, Ms. My was standing under the shower.
She and I were startled. I was about to turn around, but she held my hand, her eyes glittering with hidden meaning. "Come in, don't you mind?"
I stood stunned. Under the flowing water, her body appeared blurry – smooth white skin, each curve seemed to dissolve into steam. I swallowed, walked slowly, my heart pounding. She moved closer, lightly stroking my chest, her voice whispering in my ear: 'You're really hot... let me rub your back.'