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!

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.

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. Umm, more than you are now," I suggested, doing my best to remain aloof from her charms, "Put a loose skirt on, you know, nothing tight - you'll probably be sitting down a fair bit and jeans and stuff might be a bit uncomfy. Flat shoes too, by the way and it'll be hot later on so don't bother with any heavy stuff." 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 do you mean, fishing's fun?" scoffed my sister, "I can't think of anything worse, to be honest!"There was silence for a few moments and I thought that perhaps she'd gone to sleep early but then her voice piped up. 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?" 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." Sorry about earlier," she said quietly as she kissed my cheek, "Didn't expect you to open the door." Yeah, I needed it," she said, seemingly entirely unembarrassed, "Bet you do much the same, don't you?"