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

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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... Sorry about earlier," she said quietly as she kissed my cheek, "Didn't expect you to open the door." 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?" 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." 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'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. 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." 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. 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."

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. 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." She went silent as she watched me, then suddenly squeezed my shoulder, pressing herself against me.

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 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?" Certainly staying out late and getting pissed were two actions guaranteed to irritate them, which was why my sister was grounded. 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." All sorts, although I only see them occasionally; you know, just small creatures like mice and hedgehogs sometimes and the occasional fox and deer," I said, "Oh, and I've seen badgers a couple of times too - and rabbits of course."

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! 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.Shut up!" Sharon replied, "I said forget it, now come on, remind me, what am I supposed to wear today?" It was Friday evening and she was prowling around, bored and fed up when she found me preparing for a day out fishing. There was silence for a few moments and I thought that perhaps she'd gone to sleep early but then her voice piped up.