A Flash of Lace

I smiled in relief. She hadn't left. I still felt very nervous about talking to her though. Would I get a lecture? A sermon on the sins of cross-dressing? I set off for the shower and got ready for work.

My nervousness got worse as the day progressed but I had to face the music sometime. I collected a couple of boxes of wine from the supermarket on my way home together with a bunch of flowers. 'Need brownie points here.' I thought. As I walked up the path, the front door flew open and a whirlwind of delicious sister landed in my arms. She smacked a huge sloppy kiss on my lips and hugged me tightly. We stood holding each other for several minutes before she pulled away and said smiling, "Go get a shower and be quick. I'm gonna start on this wine now so you'll have some catching up to do." She grabbed the wine and with a sexy wink, spun on her heels and headed inside.

I just caught that sexy flash of lace under her skirt as she walked away, bottom swinging seductively. 'How did she do that?' I thought. So feminine.

She was standing by the sink clutching a glass of wine when I emerged.

"Dinner in ten" she said gaily "pour us both a glass would you?"

"Sure" I said and sat down at the breakfast bar. We chatted about the day as she prepared dinner. The meal, of course, was superb. Nothing like the hash I usually made for myself.

Afterwards, we adjourned to the living room and with the lights turned low sipped our wine.

"That meal was lovely" I said. "Where did you learn to cook like that.?"

"I used to make that for Keith."

"Keith? "I queried "boyfriend?"

"I lived with him for two years in New York." She replied

"You've never mentioned him before." I said

"He was very special to me. So kind and considerate. We were very much in love. He could always make me laugh and keep me happy. He always had something new and exciting to show me. Wherever we went, he seemed to know something of the history or an amusing story connected with it."