Lucas arrived at James's house. They had set the day to play the remote-controlled drone together. He was a bit late for that, but he assumed James wouldn't mind.
"James, are you there? James?" Lucas called from outside the house but received no response.
'James isn't home? Or is he perhaps mad at me?' Lucas wondered as he pushed open the front door. It was unlocked.
Entering the yard, Lucas was about to call out for James again. Suddenly, he noticed a lounge chair. James's sister, Mirabel Stephen, was on it.
At that moment, Mirabel was lying on that beach chair, deep in slumber. Her feet were upturned, with the white panties beneath her short skirt peeking through.
Lucas gulped. He couldn't take his eyes off the panties. He had one of Mirabel's at home, which was a gift from James.
'It's my first time seeing Mirabel in her panties. I really want to have a touch on it,' he thought, licking his lips and reaching out hesitantly.
Suddenly, Mirabel murmured in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes, startled to see someone standing over her. Then after recognizing Lucas, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Lucas, it's you! What brought you here?" Mirabel asked.
Scratching his head, Lucas grinned awkwardly. "I'm here for James. I called out to him from outside but got no reply, so I came in to check."
"James is out fixing drones. Come and take a seat. I'll get you a drink," Mirabel said with a smile, fetching two chilled beverages from the kitchen.
"Nothing beats a cold drink on such a hot day," Mirabel said, handing Lucas one and settling beside him.
After a sip, Lucas felt a breeze. He saw it playing through Mirabel's hair, adding to her allure.
"Mirabel, can I ask you something?" Lucas queried.
"What is it?" Mirabel looked at him, puzzled.
He looked down, fidgeting with his can, and asked tentatively, "Mirabel, have you ever had sex?"
Mirabel froze, then bewilderedly responded, "Do you even know what you're talking about?"
Misinterpreting her surprise for confusion, he exclaimed, "Like, you know, making love! Have you done it before? You're an adult, so you can have sex."
Mirabel blushed, unsure of how to handle such a forward question.
"Lucas, it's improper to ask others about this," she answered awkwardly.
Confused, he asked, "Why not? Does that mean you haven't?" Mirabel's cheeks deepened to scarlet as she widened her eyes, staring at him.
Seeing her reaction, Lucas laughed. "So you haven't had sex, which means you don't have a boyfriend, right?"
Mirabel tried hard to hold back his anger, clenching her can. She knew Lucas well and that he should mean no harm, or she might have taken it as harassment.
"You're right, I don't have a boyfriend," she said, rolling her eyes.
Lucas set down his can, moving closer to Mirabel.
"It's said that if two people like each other, they can have sex as much as they want," he said, his cheeks reddening.
"What does it have to do with me?" Mirabel leaned back, slightly tense.
"Mirabel, I really like you. If you don't mind, I want to have sex with you!"
Lucas said, with all the courage he could muster. He had been captivated by a strange attraction to Mirabel since receiving her panties.
Lucas gazed at her earnestly, waiting for her response. Mirabel declined Lucas's proposition. "Sorry, Lucas. I don't want that right now. Besides, I'm about to do the cleaning. Go home, and I will ask James to call you when he returns."
Lucas could feel she didn't want him to stay. So he left, disheartened.
'Is it because I made fun of her for not having a boyfriend? I need to be more careful with my jokes,' he reflected on the reasons for her anger.
Upon his return, the rain began to pour. Seated on his bed, Lucas stroked Mirabel's panties, entranced by its beauty.
'Mirabel's panties are lovely, but I long to see them on her,' he mused, picturing Mirabel in the blue undergarment.
At that moment, the bedroom door burst open. Lucas, startled, quickly hid the panties.
"What's the matter, Rachel?" he asked.
Rachel approached him sternly, her arms crossed.
"Lucas, listen carefully," she said in a low voice.
Lucas nodded confusedly.
"Lucas, we shouldn't be like this. I can't make love with you anymore," Rachel stated solemnly.
Lucas was shocked. He attempted to raise his questions, but Rachel silenced him with a hand over his mouth.
"We're family, and it's not right for us to do this. My teaching you about sex was supposed to be educational. Now that you've grasped it, you don't need me anymore," she whispered into his ear.
Lucas's hurt sank in. He sat still, his head bowed, and his tears welling up.
Rachel patted his head in consolation. "You need to grow up. I can't be with you forever. You'll have a girlfriend. Only make love with someone you are to marry. You don't want to be alone forever, do you?"
Lucas remained silent Steeling herself, Rachel stood up. She left her final words, her tone unyielding as she declared, "I'm doing this for your good, Lucas. I hope one day you'll understand."
After saying that, she left the room. Lucas was left on his bed.
Outside the room, the rain intensified.
Evelyn emerged from her room for water. As she passed the living room, she unexpectedly found Lucas sitting silently on the couch.
"Lucas? What are you doing here?" She asked as she felt his melancholy.
Lucas looked up,
"Oh dear, Lucas, why are you upset.