My little sister, Julia, was always a little wild. Where I would obey the rules, she'd break them. She learned early that taking her clothes off was the most fun transgression.
This didn't change as she got older. It was a summer night at around 2 AM when I went into the kitchen looking for food. Thinking I heard something in from the backyard pool, I quietly opened the door and stepped out.
Sure enough, there was a figure in the pool. Trying to see who it was I stepped out a bit further quietly. As my eyes adjusted, it was obvious it was my sister. I relaxed, only to realize she was nude.
I couldn't help but gasp, and her head shot up as she realized I was there. With a quiet yelp of her own, she flung herself to the edge to cover herself.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as if I were the one who made this happen.
"What am I doing?" I incredulated. "Why are you naked?"
She glared at me. "I wanted to go skinny dipping. I just didn't expect you to interrupt."
"How could you assume that? Did you think I wouldn't hear?"
She shrugged. "Mom and Dad are gone, I figured this was my best shot. I mean, I thought that even if you did come out, you'd at least be more chill about it."
I shook my head. "I mean, did you think I would just be completely ok having to see my sister naked?"
"Having to? Oh come on, it's not that bad."
"How would you feel if you were in my shoes, having to see me naked? Now tell me it's not that bad."
She shrugged again. "I wouldn't care."
You squint, convinced she's just saying that to defend herself. "You're lying, you'd definitely care."