Chapter 672 My Sis-cest/Taboo:>>31

• Forgetting for a moment the fact I was almost paralyzing myself with the amount I wanked over her, she was still my little sister, and I still had 'big-brother' instincts rearing-up all over the place whenever I thought of some slack-jawed, skinny, greasy zit-farm touching her and defiling her body; it creeped me out and made my blood boil at the same time.
• So I'd tell her to cover them up, because mum would have a fit if she saw her like that. She'd just dimple at me, and blithely ignore me, but at least she knew now that her being so scantily dressed was not something I needed to see from my little sister (oh, but it was, it was...)
• I used to joke with her when she was younger, calling her 'Big Bum', which kind of played to her insecurities; Nim wanted more than anything to be a consumptive-looking, skeletal, heroin-chic waif like some of these so-called 'supermodels'; alas, she was blessed with the figure of a Fifties movie starlet; a firm, heart-shaped bottom, pinched-in wasp-waist, and boobs that looked bigger than they were because of her tiny waist; when she put on a swimsuit she looked like Annette Funicello or Sandra Dee, or one of the other teen stars of all those beach movies mum liked so much; if she'd been a teen in the Fifties or Sixties, they'd definitely have snapped her up, because she was just the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, even then, and well on the way to being traffic-stoppingly beautiful.