Yeah, of course I would," I said feeling Sharon's hand caressing my shoulder, "Anything for you sis." 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!" And don't let her drink anything either," added mum, imitating chugging at a bottle, "You know what I mean." 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.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." It was Friday evening and she was prowling around, bored and fed up when she found me preparing for a day out fishing. 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." 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."

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? 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. Yeah, I needed it," she said, seemingly entirely unembarrassed, "Bet you do much the same, don't you?"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. 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!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.

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."

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. We piled into the car and set out with a generous hour of travel ahead of us but as it was early the roads were quiet and we both remained silently absorbed until we'd almost arrived.