The suggestion hit me hard, because it was so alien to my knowledge of my sister that I just sat there on the ground, with my mouth hanging open and I only managed to snap my mouth shut when I remembered her delight in feeding birds in the garden - so perhaps she did have some nice attributes! I shook my head as if to clear away such an outlandish idea. And don't let her drink anything either," added mum, imitating chugging at a bottle, "You know what I mean." Haha!" laughed mum, knowing Sharon as well as I did, "I can't see your sister wanting to do that, not without her booze and music and stuff."

Instead of just walking through the door, she slid past me, brushing her breasts against my chest and her torso against my belly and smiling broadly at me. Apart from a feeling of fullness inside me she also left behind a waft of wonderful perfume, the one I knew she applied when she was going out at night. This is the place," I said as I eased the car forward slowly, "There's a place I can stop round the corner, out of sight." She went silent as she watched me, then suddenly squeezed my shoulder, pressing herself against me. Obviously Mum and I know best though because underneath all the gunk there's a very pretty girl who can be warm and friendly too, which is just as well because I have to put up with her! I had my kit well organised so that I could easily carry my fishing box, my rods, my food and drink as well as my collapsible tent and umbrella but I had visions of Sharon bringing suitcases of clothes with her!My eyes scanned her body now and immediately I wished that I hadn't done so. I'd already seen more than enough but now, just a couple of feet from me her generous and thinly clad breasts swayed perfectly while her pussy seemed to draw my attention to it's unclad state. A waft of her sexual arousal hit me as she came closer, no doubt accompanied by a secret wave of pheromones and I found it hard to concentrate, I could feel the firmness of her breasts pressing against me and the heat that seemed to emanate from her loins caused me to shudder, until I managed to kiss her cheek and push her away from me, my hands wanting to linger on her smooth nightie and on her firm and warm flank. What's up - too much for you am I!" she sniggered as she put her phone down, "Sorry Chris, I hadn't really expected you to come in at this time of night." I'd turned onto a small and unkempt paved road which now scrolled through some fields. I made a couple more turns and then after some few more minutes driving I turned off into an unpaved and overgrown entrance. Some big stone pillars were vaguely visible through the verdant growth that flourished everywhere.

You wouldn't like it," I said, dismissing her request and knowing I just had to be right, "Lot of walking then sitting around waiting for a bite." Wow, I'd love to be there to see all that," she said dreamily as she squatted down beside me and draped an arm over my shoulder, "It must be lovely..." Oh, fish are always slippery and wriggly and I'll admit that they're cold but they're not horrid," I answered, concentrating on a selection of floats, "And anyway I'm not constantly catching them so the rest of the time I can spend just watching all the birds and the insects and the animals." Yeah, I needed it," she said, seemingly entirely unembarrassed, "Bet you do much the same, don't you?" It's going to be such fun!" she enthused, as we quietly closed the door behind us, her words leaving me wondering what on earth she expected from our fishing trip.I pushed the door open and there was my sister sitting cross-legged on her bed scanning her phone and once again my mouth fell open. She was obviously ready for bed and was in a remarkably see-through powder puff pink nightie that hid very little. Her generous breasts were entirely visible, her small darker pink nipples pointing at me, capturing my gaze and she noticed. My sister was prowling and bored because she'd been grounded for the weekend after coming home late and in a 'worse for wear' condition a few days ago; in other words well and truly pissed and well past her deadline too.

Just wanted to remind you that we're off early in the morning," I said, "I'll give you a call if you like - around sevenish." On the other hand, giving my parents the story that I was doing some fishing was a good enough reason and excuse to stay out as long as I liked. Sure, it was usually a genuine story but occasionally it was one that I used to enjoy a night of debauchery with assorted friends while Sharon on the other hand had no such escape route. She stood up and as she did so the dark triangle of her pubic fuzz inside her thin panties became very visible to me, stirring me so thoroughly that I was unable to even move away. Speaking of pleasures, my sister wasn't currently one of them - she was getting on my nerves right now. On the whole we got on well together and at times even became good friends as we passed the time together and helped out around the house. Normally though she'd leave me alone as I prepared for a fishing outing but today she was hanging around and generally being a nuisance. Certainly staying out late and getting pissed were two actions guaranteed to irritate them, which was why my sister was grounded.

My sister Sharon may well look good in her own environment because she's a tall but curvy person and far more at home in tight jeans, loose blouses and high heels; in clubs and bars and in noisy and busy places, so the thought of her sitting out there fishing was all wrong.

Sensible," I said unable to come up with anything better as I watched her tight and barely covered little arse sway across the room.

I'm Chris, as you know and at 23 I'm just over six feet tall. Sharon's a couple of years younger than me, by the way. I'm nicely solid thanks to my daily workout, my cycling, my countryside wanderings and my general attempts at eating well and I look quite good in my opinion. I keep my hair short and my face clean shaven and I like to think that I'm quite wholesome; a 'decent' guy, fit to accompany any nice young lady. Obviously I've had plenty of girlfriends but probably because of my 'at home' existence I don't have a steady girlfriend, more's the pity. One day I'll settle down - one day after I leave home I guess... What the hell's happening," I muttered to myself as I meandered into my bedroom, mentally and physically shaken.