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. 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, 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.

There on her bed lay Sharon, her panties missing, her nightie pulled up, her hips raised, her legs wide spread and her large vibrator embedded between her legs! 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. 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! 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.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." What the hell's happening," I muttered to myself as I meandered into my bedroom, mentally and physically shaken. 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."

I already told you I'll probably be out until late," I added, now that I felt safe to ask them, "All depends on the fishing, so will that still be ok?" 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. And don't let her drink anything either," added mum, imitating chugging at a bottle, "You know what I mean."Hey, we're going tomorrow morning, not right now," I reminded her, "And don't take too much rubbish - you'll have to carry it, not me." Yeah, of course I would," I said feeling Sharon's hand caressing my shoulder, "Anything for you sis."

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.Ok, good thinking," she answered as she turned and walked away, "Yeah, I've got a skirt that'll do and I'll just wear a blouse or something." I awoke a couple of minutes before my alarm was due to go off at six and sat up, instantly feeling somewhat worried about my decision. Would Sharon behave herself - or would it be better to let her sleep on? I don't mind the walking and while you're fishing I'd be able to watch and you'd be there to talk to," she said as she began rubbing her hip against me, "And you'd let me use your binoculars, wouldn't you?"