A Flash of Lace

The insistent ringing of the phone broke my concentration and with great annoyance, I climbed off the bed and picked up the receiver.

"Hey little brother!" My sister's sparkling voice filled my ear.

"Di, Is that you?" I exclaimed happily

"Got any more sisters I don't know about? She said saucily. I chuckled. It was so good to hear her voice. I hadn't seen her in over 3 years and had missed her company terribly. We'd always kept in touch with frequent letters but it wasn't the same as talking.

"Its great hear from you" I said "What are you up to?"

"Well, my darling brother, I've just got in from New York, I've nowhere to stay and I'm after a room for a while."

"Great" I said " Come and stay for as long as you want. It'll be wonderful to have you here. When will you get here?" I asked

"About two minutes. I'm in the car outside" she laughed

I looked down at myself suddenly horrified. Wearing only a pair of pale green, lacy panties, a camisole and dark stay-up stockings, there was no way I could greet anyone at the door - let alone my beloved sister. My afternoon of secret pleasure had just received a very large bucket of water. Think quick Davie!

"Wow – That quick. Hang on I'm not dressed. I was just going for a shower. Err half a mo." I stammered.

"I wasn't interrupting anything was I?" she asked concerned.

"No, no – of course not. Just a minute." I hung up and rushed back to the bedroom. Christ! What a time to call. Half an hour either way would have been great but... I flung on a pair of old joggers and a sweatshirt to cover the lingerie and dashed towards the door. My feet! Stockings! Back to the bedroom for some socks.

Her shadow filled the frosted glass of the front door just as I arrived. I flung open the door and she threw herself into my arms. We hugged for a few moments then she pulled away and held me at arms length.