I was a rather ordinary 18-year old, somewhere between adolescence and manhood. I had just started my first year at university while still residing at my parents' house, where I'd lived for practically all my existence. It was a suburban home, not far from the city - it must have cost a small fortune for my parents to afford this home, yet I had always regarded it as plain and quite frankly, boring. I had been looking forward to moving out and seizing the opportunity to be independent once high school had finished, but eventually decided it was worthwhile to stay in familiar comfort throughout my time at university. After all, my sister Julie was at the same university and had also decided to stay at home until she could afford her own place.
Julie was only two years older than me, but truthfully it felt like a larger age gap because we'd always been quite distant. I always felt that it was due to the fact that we were polar opposites personality-wise. I was usually the shy and self-conscious type, struggling to fit in with the new and unfamiliar, but Julie seemed to make friends everywhere she went. However, she didn't let this get to her as she always worked hard at school, and despite her popularity I had often regarded her as bookish and intellectual. I had always admired her for these traits but also couldn't help but feel the occasional twinge of jealousy, as she seemed to overshadow me in every domain. In all sincerity, I could only dream of having Julie's confidence in approaching any situation, but I didn't let this jealousy erupt from the surface of my quiet, calm demeanour. We were usually on good, friendly terms, but we never really confided anything in one another.
Being in her last term at university, she would be moving out at the end of the year but I was grateful for her presence - in my first few weeks, she helped me get familiar with the university, given that she'd been there already for the previous two years. Although I thought we were so different, I bonded with her group of friends and we ended up hanging out with the same crowd. I gradually built up more self-assurance, and with it I began to talk to my sister much more - we would spend a lot of time together, from sharing rides to and from university, to going out on weekend nights. I soon find out that we weren't so unalike after all.
I had been anticipating one particular Friday night when a bunch of people I knew, including my sister and a girl I recently had my sights set on, were to attend a nightclub in the city. Julie herself seemed to be making a big deal out of it, having bought a new dress for the occasion - it was dark purple and surprisingly tight-fitting. As usual, the anticipation would lead to disappointment from my perspective, as I got nowhere near the aforementioned girl, but virtually every night out had ended the same for me so I was used to it. I hid my frustration by hitting the booze and by one in the morning I was getting too intoxicated to stand, let alone dance. I figured it would be more sensible to admit defeat and trudge home, rather than to make a fool of myself any more than I already had done. However, I had to find my sister first, as we had agreed on getting a taxi back home together. I looked around the bar, having no success in finding her until she stepped out of the shadows, from seemingly out of nowhere.
"About ready to take off, Adam?" she queried. "Actually I was hoping to find you and ask the same thing."
"Well I've had just a bit too much to drink and I'm absolutely smashed... let's go, I'll call a taxi."
As we approached home in the back of a taxi, the effects of different combinations of alcoholic beverages took hold on my sister, and she was sound asleep by the time the taxi pulled up in the driveway. I had sobered up considerably, and had to take responsibility, but soon found that it would not be as simple as planned to wake my sister from her drunken slumber. One way or another, I ended up having to carry Julie into the house, up the stairs and then plopped her down onto her bed. She was still in her close-fitting dress, but I assumed she was too tired to care. I went and got ready for bed, undressing into just my boxers for the night, before coming back to turn off the lights in my sister's room. While still quite tipsy, for a few seconds I admired her alluring figure, her adorable rosy cheeks and listened carefully to her soft, gentle breathing. I had never looked at her sexually before that moment, but it was hard not too in that outfit and with my drunken state to blame it on. But soon, I heard her stir and I spun around to see her eyes flutter open as she scanned her surroundings, before realising where she was.
"Home sweet home," I told her. "I carried you in from the taxi, guess you had a few too many," I added in response to her confused expression.
"Aww, thanks Adam, that's very sweet of you". Suddenly, she winced in pain, and naturally I asked her what the matter was. "My back is killing me! It's this dress, I've never worn it before - I'm so sore!"
Looking at her shelf, I saw something that would definitely help her. "Some of that lotion might do you some good," I observed, taking a bottle of moisturiser and chucking it onto the bed.
