Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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Lyndsey is my sister, my younger sister by a year. I am Liam and am twenty-two, she is twenty-one, only she acts as if she is fifteen, she is so childish. She still lives at home with our parents in Bingley, I moved out into my own flat just near the centre of Bradford, convenient for work for me and away from the prying, but with the best intentions, eyes of our parents. I was away a lot when I was at Uni, so moving into my own place after I finished Uni was easy.
I go back to Mum and Dad's on a Sunday for Sunday lunch. I go by bus, I don't own a car, and then Mum or Dad drop me back and pick up my laundry. Yes, Mum still does my laundry, I haven't afforded a washing machine yet, and the launderette round the corner has closed after a fire in the premises next door caused too much damage. Mum brings my laundry back on a Monday whilst I am at work. She tells me that it is no hardship for her, and she is happy to do it. Perhaps she likes to have a snoop around my flat, I don't know. Even though I have internal security cameras that record all movement, I don't check up on her.
The company I work for is one of the largest Management Consultancies in the world, and I am a Junior Consultant, working my way up the ladder, and part of a team that will go into an organisation, with the aim of addressing important problems for clients, their markets, and broader society - helping them transform, rethink risk, engage with complex tax and regulatory environments, while creating value in deals or crisis situations, and investing in high-quality audits. Very wordy, but basically, we are usually just a pair of eyes seeing things from an external perspective, and then giving guidance.
I got off the bus and hurried down the street to Mum and Dad's house, knocked and walked in.
"Only me," I shouted as I slipped my shoes off and went through to the kitchen to be met by my usual Sunday cuddle from my Mum. I disengaged and looked across at Lyndsey who was sat at the kitchen table doing her nails. She looked at me and stuck her tongue out. Like I said, she acts like she is fifteen.
"Your Dad has nipped to the supermarket for some milk, I used a lot making the Yorkshires for lunch, and then the custard for afters, so, he popped out to get a bit more to ensure that we don't run out," Mum said, explaining his absence.
"Cool. Custard, what are we having with it?"
"Sticky Toffee, it is your Dad's favourite."
To be honest I was pretty fond of it too. I looked across at Lyndsey who now had her foot up on the edge of her chair and was painting her toenails. It meant that I could see up her skirt at her crotch. Her knickers had small blue flowers on them and were stretched tight across her, little biological detail missed. She might be my stupid idiotic sister, but she has a good body, and I am not ashamed to admit that it is good to look at, and so I do, when the opportunity presents itself.
She saw me looking and stuck her tongue out again. I just smiled and turned back to look at Mum. Mum was an older version of Lyndsey, or rather, what Lyndsey would look like when she got older. The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree they say, and Mum also had a good-looking body, a decent curve to her, and one thing I love in an older woman, the little bump to her belly. I find that so attractive, a real feminine shape.
It is not like the beer belly that men get, it is a small hump that seems to grow just above where the crease of their sex would end, and I really find it fascinating. Lyndsey hadn't developed that yet; her stomach was quite flat in comparison to Mum's. I heard the front door open, that must be Dad.
"Hello Liam," Dad said as he came into the kitchen carry two bottles of milk.
"Hi Dad," I answered, giving him a hug as he came up to me.
Dad deposited the milk in the fridge, gave Mum a quick kiss, and I followed him into the lounge and sat in the armchair opposite the sofa. We talked about my job, how it was going, and how secure it was, and then Dad's job. They had offered him an early retirement plan, and he was considering it. We talked about how, with his experience, many companies would hire him as a consultant, and how the retirement plan could set him up to be self-employed and earn some good income and have the mortgage paid off by the retirement lump sum.
He seemed to like the idea, and being self employed he might have more flexibility on the hours and days that he worked. I told him that was my plan for later in life, but at the moment I liked the security of a salary. Lyndsey walked in and sat next to Dad, a little closely I thought, her knickers still on view from where I sat, I took the opportunity or another look.
"I'm going into town on Friday," she said.
"Nice," I answered, knowing what was coming next.
"Can I stay at yours? Save me getting a taxi home. I can get the bus back on Saturday."
"Yeah, s'pose. You're on the sofa though" I don't have a bed in my spare room, but the sofa in the lounge is a sofa bed, and she can use that. "You're not going to be late are you? Only I don't like to stay up late on a Friday, I have a long week this week, and will be shattered."
As it happened, this week I wasn't working Monday, but was working long days for the rest of the week. We had a big session with a client that we had been working with, going through our ideas and proposals, and my manager had said to take Monday off to relax and then be focussed for the client meeting. I had readily agreed, but it did mean I would be shattered by Friday. A lot of this was still new to me, and I had to make sure that my brain was utterly focussed all week, and that was tiring.
I could just imagine her walking around my flat in her knickers, how in the hell Dad copes I have no idea, perhaps he doesn't, perhaps he is upstairs wanking all day, God knows. I looked cross again, her knickers very tightly stretched across her fanny, her crease fully visible, in fact there was effectively a topographical map of her fanny covered by flowery fabric.
My dick was being totally unreasonable and stiffening and getting all caught up in my knickers. Uncomfortable. I stood and went to the downstairs loo, and managed to sort things out and make them more comfortable.
"Will you lay the table?" Mum called from the kitchen, "I'm ready to serve."
I went in and laid out four places, pecked Mum on the cheek and went back to the lounge, "lunch," I said and returned to the kitchen. I sit opposite Mum, with Lyndsey to my left and Dad to my right.
The lamb was delicious, I think Mum had slow cooked it all morning, the roasties superb and the Yorkshires added just the right note. The sticky toffee and custard went down a treat and after all was said and done, I helped Mum clear away whilst Lyndsey and dad went through to the lounge.
When I went back into the lounge Lyndsey was in the armchair, so I sat on the Sofa next to Dad, Lyndsey's knickers were on show again, only hiding from view when Mum came in. Was Lyndsey doing it on purpose, and if she was, was Dad her target, or me? Childish games with adult consequences. I would have a word when she came to stay.
Mum ran me home and picked up my laundry, not stopping long as she wanted to get back to get the washing on.
"I'll be home tomorrow when you bring my laundry back Mum, I have a day off as we will be working long hours the rest of the week."
"Oh fabulous Liam, we can have a coffee then when I bring it back."
"Yes Mum."
My dreams that night seemed to be filled with pale blue flowered knickers covering my sister's fanny. I chided myself and stood in the shower contemplating a wank as the water cascaded over my dick. Good job I didn't, Mum stuck her head round the door.
"Yoohoo, I'm here. I'll put the kettle on."
Great, good job I wasn't wanking when Mum popped her head through the door, no boy likes his Mum to catch him doing that! I rinsed off and got out of the shower and rubbed myself dry and went back to my bedroom to dress, naked between bathroom and bedroom. Well, if she looked, she would probably only have seen my bum.
I threw on some jogging bottoms and a polo shirt and went to find Mum.
"Did you see your sister yesterday?" Mum asked handing me a mug of tea.
"Well yes, she was sat next to me at lunch." I didn't know what she meant.
"You know what I mean, showing her knickers, ridiculous behaviour."
