Since puberty, I had always fantasised about my friends sister. Her name was Sarah, she was 18 years old (like me), blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned, D-cup and a great body, all the curves in the right place.
She was my best mate, Dan's, twin sister. He told me she had a crush on me, which gave me confidence. I knew that whatever it took I was going to fuck her one way or another. I had been over to Dan's place on many occasion so I had had the chance to sniff Sarah's panties quite a lot, she smelt divine, I only hoped she tasted better, one day I took my chance.
It was a warm, sticky mid-January night. There was no way I was going to get any sleep, for I was too depressed and lonesome. Suddenly an interesting and rather tempting thought crept into my head, an idea which I had frequently pondered over in the previous weeks. To be honest, this thought aroused me, especially down below.
I As I lay there in my itchy damp four poster, I couldn't take it any longer, I had to be with her, I had to be with Sarah. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and snuck out. When I was about halfway up my street, I felt a few drops of rain on my head. "Shit" I exclaimed, and went like stink. 10 minutes later I was there. I was absolutely soaked, but it didn't matter, because Sarah would be in the same state by the time I finished with her.
I tiptoed onto the verandah and a smile crept onto my face, Sarah's window was open, she was waiting for me. I moved up the drainpipe in a slug-like motion and slid into her open window. There she was, the apple of my eye, Sarah. She was just lying there, so peacefully in her underwear. I scrambled onto the window sill and paused. There was a murmur from the darkness. My eyes adjusted to the blackness and there she was, my angel.