This was unfair of him. She could never bring herself to directly lie to his sweet and innocent dumb face. Taking advantage of his obliviousness is one thing, lying was too much. "Yes..." she grumbled.
"Then I won't smell your foot." He rose, leaving her on the couch. She harrumphed and went upstairs.
Her dad was asleep, so she quietly took advantage of his extra awesome shower. Bea was just stepping back into the hallway, hair dripping, wrapped in a towel, when Ben came out of their shared bathroom. He also sported just a towel.
They kind of stared at each other. His towel was tenting. Massively.
"Ben," she said, over a minute later, "What is the optimal ogling duration for little sisters, do you think?"
He gulped. "About a minute." He turned and walked to his room.
Hmmm. That was a
