It was a couple of weeks after the start of the spring semester when my big sister, Anne, split up with her long term girlfriend. Although she didn’t admit it, I knew she was really depressed about the whole thing. Before it happened, she only called me about twice a month, but all of a sudden she’d call every couple of days.
Anne and I were always close, ever since we were children. When she came out, I was the only one in the family that didn’t freak. Our parents tried not to make their disappointment too obvious but for some reason our brother, Ben, became really distant to Anne, so I was the only one she could talk to about her love life. Usually I didn’t mind, but after two weeks, I got bored of hearing about how often she and Lisa used to have sex. After not having any for a couple of months now, that’s not what I wanted to be hearing.
Anne was spending more and more time on the phone to me. It was a good thing that I didn’t have much work to do since it was the start of the semester. I knew she was really feeling down so I suggested that she come to visit me for the weekend. I told her we’d go out, have a good time and she’d soon forget about Lisa. She cheered up almost instantly and I was so glad when she agreed. We hadn’t seen each other for nearly a year and I really missed her. She didn’t know I was bisexual. I wanted to tell her but after the way our family reacted to her, I was too afraid to tell anyone. Ben was always really sweet and always looked after me, and I didn’t want that to change.
I was so happy when Anne arrived that Friday evening. I didn’t realise how much I had missed my sister until I met her at the train station. She was four years older than I was, and much taller. Despite the age gap, we had always been good friends. Once we got back to my place, she asked what we were doing that night. I didn’t know so I asked her what she wanted to do.
“Let’s go clubbing.” she said. “I want to dance.”
I agreed and after cooking dinner for us both, she took a shower while I washed up, then I took a shower while she was getting dressed.
Afterwards, I went back to my room to find that Anne was almost ready to go. She was wearing knee high black leather boots and a short black tube dress that was so tight I thought her breasts would pop out of it at any second. She had covered her short black hair with a black cowboy hat.
“Wow.” I said quietly to myself as I walked past.
“What do you think?” she asked as she applied some dark eye shadow.
“I think you should give me your breasts.” I replied. I was so jealous of her oppressive bust. Her breasts were a couple of cup sizes bigger than mine and stuck out much further. In the dress she was wearing, they looked colossal. It simply wasn’t fair!
“Only if you give me your arse.” She said casually, replacing her eyeshadow in her make-up bag and removing some red lipstick.
I glanced at her thin frame. I was jealous of her figure too. She had always managed to stay thin while no matter how much dieting or exercise I got, I could never get my tummy perfectly flat. My gaze set on her small buttocks. They were proportionate to her slim and otherwise flawless body. My own were more fleshy and ex-lovers had commented that it was their favourite part of my body.
“So where are we going?” Anne asked as I tried to find a dress among a mass of baggy jeans and hoodies.
“Just one of the local student clubs. It’s crap, but the drinks are cheap.” Usually I only went there when my friends dragged me out. They played a mixture of pop and dance which I knew Anne would like, but I hated. There was a good rock and metal night at a different club which I usually went to on a Friday, but I knew Anne would never agree to come along.
“Well if you think it’s crap, it can’t be that bad. Just as long as they don’t play Iron Maiden.” She said with a smile.
“I don’t listen to Iron Maiden!” I protested as picked out a white lace thong and matching strapless bra. I knew she was only saying that to annoy me.
Anne lay on my bed as I got dressed. I didn’t have anything quite as daring as her dress and decided on a simple dress of light-blue. I couldn’t see if she was watching me but I could feel her eyes scrutinising my naked body. The whole time she said nothing and it made me feel quite uncomfortable. I quickly brushed my brown hair and turned expecting Anne to be looking right at me. Instead her eyes were closed. She was lying half on her side with one hand supporting her head and the other rested on her tummy. Her right leg was slightly bent, pushing her dress up slightly, exposing part of her buttock. I couldn’t deny that she was very sexy, and tried desperately to deny that I found her attractive; My own sister! I felt a twinge of guilt which built with every second I watched her beautiful form. I could see her nipples through her dress and stared at her stunning breasts as they moved with her breathing. I must have studied her alluring body for a couple of minutes and all the time, I knew it was wrong. I wanted to look away but I just couldn’t.
“Are we ready to go yet?” Her voice startled me. Her eyes were wide open and looking right at me. I couldn’t read her expression and wasn’t sure if she had noticed me staring at her. “What’s wrong?” She asked at my fright.
“O-oh, nothing. I just thought you were asleep.” I said unconvincingly. “I’m ready, but we can stay in if you’re tired.”
“Come on Charli! I didn’t get dressed up just to stay in. Let’s go!”
It was about 11pm when we got there and there was already quite a long queue. Straight away I could see that a few guys had their eyes on Anne. If they only knew...
