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

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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..." 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! 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. 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." Yeah, I needed it," she said, seemingly entirely unembarrassed, "Bet you do much the same, don'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... 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." 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. 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."

And don't let her drink anything either," added mum, imitating chugging at a bottle, "You know what I mean." What do you mean, fishing's fun?" scoffed my sister, "I can't think of anything worse, to be honest!" 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.Sensible," I said unable to come up with anything better as I watched her tight and barely covered little arse sway across the room.