"Hey! Wanna go out for a drink?" Sarah bounded into the room like an excited puppy.
"Are you that desperate for a drinking buddy?" I asked back, pleased that my sister had considered me, but knowing that I was probably her last resort.
"It's not like that! I just thought we could go out for a catch up, since we've not seen each other for a few months."
"So it's nothing to do with you being the only one of your mates to come home for the weekend, while they're all still at uni?"
Sarah looked to the ceiling as she realised she'd been ousted and sighed, "OK, so I suppose if Vicky or Lauren were here, I'd probably be out with them, but when was the last time we went out for a drink together?"
"I don't think we've ever been out for a drink together."
"Exactly!" Sarah stared at me, impatiently waiting for an answer to her original question.
"Go on then, I could do with a drink," I relented, knowing my sister wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Yes! I'll go get ready!" Sarah's face lit up as though she'd just won the lottery, and she sped off to her bedroom to go change.
I lingered on the sofa, where I had originally planned to spend my evening watching whatever was on the ReelFilms channel, while swiping on girls in my area and not matching with a single one. As far as plans go, going out to a bar with my sister sounded much more fun.
After a few minutes, I heaved myself from the sofa and made my way upstairs. A quick shower and change of clothes later, I sat back down on the sofa and waited for my sister. Looking at the clock, it was already 8:30, and I wondered how long it would take Sarah to get ready. All the bars I knew would be busy by now, especially on a Friday.
Ten minutes later, I heard footsteps on the stairs again before Sarah appeared in the living room. She emerged wearing black skinny jeans that showed off the curves of her legs and her ass, a low cut but modest sparkly halter top that exposed her midriff, and a leather jacket to help tie her outfit together. Her mousey brown hair was left unencumbered as it flowed down her back and over her shoulders.
"Just need to get my shoes on, then I'm ready to go," Sarah informed me, as she sat on the sofa next to me holding her heeled boots in her hand.
"If Mum was here, she'd kill you for putting those on in the living room," I lectured my sister, knowing our mother would disapprove of outdoor shoes on her spotless cream coloured carpet.
"I know, I know. But they're clean and I'm going to tidy up the whole house before she gets back on Sunday anyway. She'll never find out." Sarah continued what she was doing without a care.
A few minutes later we were out the door and walking towards the city centre. Luckily, it wasn't far to go, and we each had a drink in our hand before the clock struck 9. As we turned away from the bar, we both saw a couple getting up from their table and dashed towards it before anyone else spotted it.
"So, how's uni going?" I asked as we sat down.
"It's brilliant! Like, it's great to be back home for a bit of a rest, but I love it! It's been non-stop, but every second I've not been doing uni work has been so fun. My housemates are great, too. We've got a really good mixture of personalities."
My sister regaled me with stories from the last few months while she had been at university. Most of them seemed to consist of getting drunk with her housemates on a weekday night, and then struggling to get up for classes the next day. It sounded exhausting, but it also made me regret taking a gap year, and not going to to university straight away.
I'd only taken a gap year because Sarah had done the year before, and had so much fun during it. So far, all I'd managed to do was masturbate three times a day and accidentally shift my sleeping pattern so much I'd become practically nocturnal.
"I know it sounds cliché," Sarah continued, "but I really feel like I've discovered so much about myself."
"Like what?" I asked, having started to zone out a bit as Sarah's continued stories of drunken antics were getting a bit repetitive.
"Like, I've learned I can get by on a couple of hours of sleep a night for a surprisingly long amount of time, or I'm more confident in new surroundings than I thought I'd be, or how much booze I can drink before I pass out. That last one I could have probably have done without knowing, but now I do anyway!"
My sister paused as she looked at the ceiling, "And then there's other things..."
That last bit caught my attention. Sarah was either trying to avoid talking about something, or was embarrassed to talk about it.
"Other things?"
"Y'know..." Sarah chose her words slowly and carefully as she spoke, "They say people experiment at uni..."
I could feel my sister's eyes searching my own for the confirmation that I understood what she was talking about. When she didn't find anything, she waited a few more moments before finally giving up.
"Sexually." Sarah stated matter-of-factly.
I felt my eyebrows involuntarily jump up, and could see Sarah was looking for some kind of response before she continued, "Oh, right," was all I managed to squeeze out.
"I know your sister's sex life probably isn't something you want to hear about, but if I were to talk to Vicky and Lauren about it they'd get all weird about it. Lauren can be proper judgemental, despite taking home a different guy almost every time we go out for drinks, and Vicky can be really stuck up at times and would probably think I fancy her if I told her I'd had sex with girls, just because she has a vagina and thinks she's God's greatest gift to men."
I stared at my sister wide-eyed for a moment, before struggling to compose myself in an effort to make out like her coming out to me was no big deal, "Oh, er, cool."
"You're weirded out aren't you? You're weirded out to know that your sister has sex with girls."
I thought about it for a moment, but all that did was put pictures in my head of Sarah furiously frigging another girl's pussy while on top of her, like an over-acted scene in a lesbian porno. I found myself beginning to get hard at the thought of it, and tried to shake the images out of my head.
"No, no, of course not. I just wasn't expecting you to just come out and tell me that tonight, that's all. I'm totally cool with it."
"Yeah? You're really okay with it?"
"Of course. You know you can tell me shit like that without any judgement."
Sarah let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks, Will. It feels good to just be able to tell somebody that and them not react weirdly."
I smiled at my sister to reassure her that I really meant everything was okay, and took a swig of my pint. Sarah followed suit, and a silence between us became apparent.
"So..." Sarah was the first to speak again, "how's my little brother doing for action? Did I see you on a dating app earlier? No girlfriend at the moment?"
"Nah, going through a bit of a dry spell at the moment really."
"Dry spell" was probably a bit of an understatement. "Biblical drought" would probably have been a more accurate term, but my sister didn't need to know that.
"Ah well, once you get to uni that'll change. Everyone sort of lets their hair down a bit. You'll get loads of action then. You're a good looking guy Will, you'll do well at uni."
"Er, thanks." It was a bit strange hearing my sister call me good looking. We'd always got on well as siblings, but we were never massively close growing up. Just good mates.
"Can't have you waiting that long to get laid again though! Let's have a look at your dating profile."
"Nah, it's alright, thanks."
