I had always respected my sister. She was smart, strong and had an air of confidence about her that was, at times, infectious. Being a year older than me I had always relied on her for advice and friendship, along with the usual sibling rivalries of course.
We rarely fell out, and on those rare occasions I felt guilty almost immediately so I made a case to actively avoid it happening. This involved doing some of her chores and extra jobs around the house but I didn't mind, because whenever this happened I got to see my sister's incredible smile.
My sister, Sophie, was an attractive 19 year old roughly 5' 7" with long brown hair that took her hours to maintain (I know this because we have to share a bathroom.) She was slightly stockier in the shoulders than most girls but stayed in excellent shape by running and cycling to and from the sixth-form college she attended. I am constantly informed by my friends that my sister has the best ass they have ever seen, not to mention her gorgeous chest. In these moments I just pretend to sound disgusted and throw a quick jab or 2 in their direction. She wears a 32b cup and her breasts are perfectly firm and round. More than once I have 'accidentally' walked in on her in the shower just to catch a glimpse of those perfect breasts.
I myself am 18, stand dead-on 6feet tall, wide-set shoulders thanks to a couple of years playing rugby, and a browny-blonde haircut that I like to keep nice and short. I enjoy mocking those who persist in having a 'Justin Bieber' haircut like my friend Tom but we'll get to him later.
I opened my eyes and gazed drearily at my digital alarm clock, it read 10:21 and I threw my covers back feeling slightly impressed with myself. It was a Saturday and I had been out till 3 o'clock the previous night with a few of my mates from school. Despite drinking a lot on our pub crawl I couldn't help feel good as I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and made my way downstairs.
"Something smells good" I said as I walked into the kitchen where a plate of bacon and buttered bread lay on the bar.
"Thanks Sweetie, help yourself" said my 41 year old mum as she sat reading a magazine at the breakfast bar that held the food. My mum was slightly taller than Sophie at 5' 9" and had the same sort of slappable ass that she had clearly passed along to her daughter. Despite her chest showing very slight signs of droop she was still an out and out MILF.
"Kiss-ass." This was Sophie entering the room eating her much healthier breakfast of yoghurt and banana. I stuck my tongue out at her and made myself a couple of bacon sarnies before sitting down next to mum and tucking in.
"Hey Jamie do you want to go see that new Tom Cruise film that just came out? I want to see it but none of my girlfriends wanted to go with me" asked Sophie. I could see a smile cross her face as she proposed the idea; I immediately saw this and smelt a rat...
"What's the catch then?" I asked with a smile
"Huh?" she responded, trying to play innocent. But she couldn't hold it and burst out laughing after I carried on glaring at her. "OK, we have to go shopping at that new centre that opened up just out of town. Annnnd you have carry my bags as well!" she added as my smile quickly vanished. Now I usually hate shopping as much as any teenaged boy does but she looked so cute in her oversized sleeping t-shirt which I could have sworn used to belong to me. I would never admit it to anyone, even under torture, but I had always been attracted to my big sister and enjoyed spending time with her. Couple this with the fact that I had also had trouble finding people to see the new film with (my friends were all broke) and I had no option but to accept. I nodded to her after a couple of seconds thinking and she jumped from the room shrieking.
"YOU'RE BUYING LUNCH THOUGH!!!" I shouted after her up the stairs, trying to at least get something in return for a day plodding between shoe shops.
We were in the car just about to leave when she leaned across and hugged me: "thank you for coming with me" she said softly. She hugs me at least once a day so this was nothing out of the ordinary, however this one seemed to last a little longer than any of our previous hugs. All sorts of things flashed across my mind as she broke the hug and whipped out her ringing phone and quickly answered it.
"Hey Katie!" she said unnecessarily loudly. I silently cursed Katie and her stupid timing as I put the hug to back of my mind and phased out the rest of my sisters no doubt dull conversation.
I reversed off the drive and drove us as quickly as traffic would allow to our destination. By the time we had got there Sophie's phone call with Katie had long since finished and we were chatting about whatever took our fancy. The conversation had somehow turned to the topic of my girlfriend who was currently on holiday with her family in Barbados.
"So have you... yanno... done it with her yet?" Sophie enquired very obviously; subtlety had never been her strong suit.
"Sophie!! You can't ask your brother that!!" I responded, shocked that she had asked me such a personal question. I am by no means a prude but I don't just go around telling everyone about my sex life (I'm not that type of guy.) She had never really shown any interest in my love life before and certainly not in my sex life. "And no... no we haven't. We decided to wait until the time felt right."
"Good for you little bro!" she replied as she squirmed in her seat. (By the response I gave her I suspect she realised I'm still a virgin since Lilly was my first girlfriend.) She let the matter drop and seemed deep in thought for the rest of the journey until we pulled into the multi-story car park.
I watched from the driver's seat as she climbed out of my little hatchback in her denim mini skirt. I quickly looked away as I felt something stirring in my trousers, pretending to have dropped my car keys on the floor I quickly composed myself.
"Come on bro! Before the shops get busy!!!" she turned and said to me. I could have sworn she glanced at the slight bulge in my jeans before pulling her eyes up to meet mine. I very slightly blushed and muttered a quick, incoherent response before jogging the short distance over to her. She was acting very unusual towards me today and I decided to try and find what was happening.
