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

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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." 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.

My sister and I still lived at home because although we'd both moved into our 20's our parents refused to take rent or housekeeping money from us so it was economically very sensible for us to stay at home. Perhaps the free board and lodgings was our parent's way of keeping an eye on us but we accepted the limitations thus far, irksome as they may have been on occasion. 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. 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, 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?" 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.Yeah, I needed it," she said, seemingly entirely unembarrassed, "Bet you do much the same, don't you?"

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

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 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? 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." 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. You wouldn't take me with you, would you?" she said, her breath whispering against my cheek, her arm tightening around me. 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.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." Shut up!" Sharon replied, "I said forget it, now come on, remind me, what am I supposed to wear today?" 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?"

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... 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. 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! And don't let her drink anything either," added mum, imitating chugging at a bottle, "You know what I mean."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..." She went silent as she watched me, then suddenly squeezed my shoulder, pressing herself against me.