Little Secret (4)

Someone brought it to her that night. Taken care of her. The edges were worn down from so much handling, and Thomas sat still, his head sagging as his sister looked at his most treasured photo. "You... took this?" Tara asked. "Can I have it back?" William didn't lift his head. "Why... why not one of these?" She lifted up one where she was just out of the shower, the towel only barely hiding her bare body from the eye of the camera. "I mean, you were looking for something sexy... right?" William breathed deep and spoke to the covers, "Those ones... could be anyone. I've got lots more like them. But I wanted... I wanted to see my sis, not anyone else. You're -" William looked up, but was stopped from the look on Tara's face. "I'm sorry! I'll get rid of it. It wasn't right of me, I..." "Stop it." Tara said. William quieted down. Being a big sister had its perks and Tara took full advantage of them, "You were getting off to this? My face?" "Y-yes -- but no! It's not just your face, it's...