I had left home when I was 18. I got a good job when I left school and was to able to afford my own place. Life at home wasn't so hot, my father was an alcoholic and my mother turned a blind eye to all his faults. I couldn't wait to leave, and lived happily in my own place for 5 years. My only regret was leaving my little sister, Belle, behind.
Belle and I had always been close. I hated leaving her in that house with my parents but she always seemed to be round at mine. I didn't mind, as far as little sisters go she was pretty cool, and lately I had also started to notice how attractive she was. She had turned 18 a couple of days ago. I had taken her out for dinner and we had a wonderful time. I am a good looking bloke but never seemed to have much luck with the ladies. Taking my sister out was the best date in my life.
Belle decided to stay over that night. She said she couldn't face going home, it would spoil her birthday. I didn't mind one little bit. I had an extra special surprise planned for her later that night. I was sitting on the floor watching a video as Belle got ready for bed in the bathroom. She sauntered through in a black silky nightgown, her blonde hair cascading down her back and sat down beside me. I could hardly take my eyes off her. I could see the outline of her nipples through the silk.
'Cold?' I asked, my eyes fixated on her chest.