The Secret School Pooper (My Taboo Adventures with Ashley Book 1)

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It was Friday evening and she was prowling around, bored and fed up when she found me preparing for a day out fishing. 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.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..." 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. I work not far away as a junior office manager in a local business - my status really meaning that I was the 'gopher' so far as I could tell but my boss says we all have to start at the bottom. Huh, that's his story... One day perhaps I'll be able to tell someone to fetch my files and tea instead...but for now I was at least on the first step of the corporate ladder. I was nonplussed, unable to fathom out the reason for her apparent delight in stirring me but I eventually put it down to my getting our parents to let her stay out and I resolved that I'd make sure that she behaved properly while in my care. Once I'd settled that matter in my mind I nodded to myself, undressed, climbed into bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Shut up!" Sharon replied, "I said forget it, now come on, remind me, what am I supposed to wear today?"

What do you mean, fishing's fun?" scoffed my sister, "I can't think of anything worse, to be honest!" 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." 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.

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." Yeah, well, umm I was coming to wake you up but apparently you beat me to it," I said as I tried to cover my blushes and excitement, "Got horny did you?" Yeah, of course I would," I said feeling Sharon's hand caressing my shoulder, "Anything for you sis." 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!

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. What the hell's happening," I muttered to myself as I meandered into my bedroom, mentally and physically shaken.

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. 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 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. 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!