As I stepped inside the bus, my sister, while she was still at the ground, in the sidewalk, I could see that top of her head was above my eye level: That meant that I wasn't taller, even though I was two steps above her! Well, that was surely going to become tough on me. But, I tried not thinking about it, and I followed my way into a window seat. But that had turned out to be a bad mistake, as she seated by my side.
I couldn't stop but make mental height comparisons with her impossible taller body. Even though she wasn't full straight, because the bus seats were very close one to another, she was literally head and shoulder above me! No joke, her head stood up and up, so was her neck also out of my range, and her shoulders. The next thing I thought was about her legs: While my knee reached midways into the next seat, hers reached all the way, and it was higher as well: mine was at the middle height, while hers was as high as the seat height.
But she was aware of all that, and she liked that. She felt joy at my sense of disempowerment and awe. And she turned at my direction.
And I looked up.
And all that where there to see was her boobs. Floating above my head, hindering my sight of her face. That was at the same time a beautiful sight, was an terrifying one also. I thought that she had tried to say something, but I could hear, as the bus stopped and we all had to exit the bus, as we had reached the school.
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