Following some very helpful comments from readers I have rewritten this story and separated out their adventures with Mel the older sister. I hope this story now reads better and makes for a more enjoyable piece. You comments are welcomed.
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My sister looked at me and laughed, we were in my bedroom and it was late and we were very drunk.
"Go on then take them off!"
I looked at my scruffy well worn jockeys and shrugged.
Wait that's jumping ahead. I need to go back a while and explain why we were in the situation we were in. Let me introduce myself and my sisters.
I'm James and I'm thirty eight, in pretty good shape, although since giving up regular Sunday league football I'd gained more than half a stone. To be fair though those eleven pounds were not all on my belly, but I knew I should get some exercise soon. Oh yes! and I have brown eyes, the only one in the family that does. My Mum and Dad used to say I was adopted, which wound me up pretty good, they were joking of course, but at seven or eight that was a nightmare that wouldn't go away.
Annie's thirty three, blue eyes, she's pretty tall, long legged and skinny. Not scrawny skinny, but just adequately covered. I think she'd prefer it if I said she was "Willowy" rather than skinny, but she's my kid sister, so she's always been skinny to me. "Scraggy Annie" we used to call her when she was little, which considering she was as tall as me by age eleven shows how thin she was. She is dark haired, which she keeps long, just as it was when she was a kid and she tans easily.
She's intelligent, but not pushy or aloof about it. She has the worst taste in music, ever, ever. She's good at racket sports and plays a mean game of table football, she's not bad on a real pitch either. At eleven and onwards when all her friends started to develop little puppies under their tops, Annie didn't and as far as I can recall that's still the case. Guess Mother Nature had to compensate for the big titted ladies around and Annie got the short straw. She'd had her fair share of pain about it from the boys and some of the girls, but she just shrugged it off.
I bet, if she wanted too, she could be snapped up by the fashion agencies, except she loves her job and here life as it is. Anyway as kids we never played Show Me Yours, or Doctors and Patients or anything like that. We saw each other naked often, especially at bath times and such, but we never seemed that interested. I think we had a pretty good childhood. Holidays on the beaches, endless sun, Ice Creams, chips. That's how I remember it anyway.
We have an older sister: Mel or Melanie, married with kids, great husband. They have a manageable mortgage and go in for all the festive trimmings come Christmas, which is where we usually end up.
Good old, sensible, down to earth Mel. She has great big boobs and a curvy figure, Annie reckons Mel stole her boob genes, as she's so over generously provided for. We both loved her dearly, but she is so bossy with us we regulated our visits to once or twice a year to keep it bearable. Mum said she suffers from Older Sibling Syndrome!! Mel is forty three but looked mid-thirties. So much for kids aging you! I try to phone Mel monthly or else I get my Mum on the phone saying Mel's worried about me as I never call.
Meanwhile Annie and I are still unattached and ended up living at opposite ends of the country. We see each other two or three times a year and alternate between each others houses. I'm a website designer in the South East and I'm doing OK.
Annie works in the oil industry up in Aberdeen, real techy stuff. She goes out on the platforms and has a team of guys working for her. She's doing really well and I don't blame her for going where the work is. Quite often she'll swap a visit for me up there, if she's got to come to London for a meeting at the Companies Head Office, although it's usually sleep and run for her, but we get time to chat and share a glass of wine and a meal.
As for what we did after finishing sixth form , well while Annie went to Uni I went to the pub. She studied hard, I lived off the dole and Mum and Dad. When she got a first class honours degree, I got a serious de-merit for pissing it all up against a wall. Our parents despaired of me and worshiped Annie, well so did I; I guess.
Our parents have retired to Spain, and that means a free fortnights holiday in the sunshine, well apart from the cost of a flight and few meals out. They fuss over us when we arrive, but by the second week we're all done in on "family" and can't wait for it to be over. Even so I love my Mum and Dad totally and can't find a way to say sorry enough for the fuck ups or thank you's for the love and support they gave me even when I looked like a loser.
For me reaching twenty seven was a pivotal year. I decided to put my wasted years behind me and actually do something with my life. I got a grown up proper job and they paid for my part time degree course, which I passed with a distinction. I joined a gym, learned to play squash and badminton then joined a team in a local Sunday amateur football league.So here I am. I love my job, my mates and where I live. I also love Annie's visits.
It was Annie's turn to come down to me. She flew on a shuttle flight to Heathrow and picked up a hire car, then drove over to my place. Annie is independent and would never, ever, allow me to come and pick her up. She arrived and dumped her bags in the spare room. It seems ages since we'd seen each other and we had a lot of catching up to do. We had tea and sat and brought each other up to date on work, play and partners.
Well it seems we'd both landed our ideal jobs, had great friends and a reasonable social life, but somehow the love of our lives hadn't made it to the party so far and we were both still unattached.
I suggested we went for a meal at the pub, which we did, walking so we could have a drink (or three). After a decent enough meal we then wandered back and demolished two bottles of a little known German red wine. I'd picked these up from a walking tour in the Rhine Valley a couple of years ago and it seemed a good time to crack them open.
Somehow we got onto the subject of our being unattached, which led to general drunken silliness over our looks and sexiness.
"Maybe the word is out about how deformed you are, you know, down there!"
Annie giggled
"Funny, well perhaps I could say the same about you, not enough light in the attic to find out if the chimney needs sweeping!"
We traded back and forth, then Annie went quiet.
"I am odd looking though, aren't I? I'm too skinny, no boobs, my hips are too wide and I've got a scrawny bum."
"Babe you're fine, it's just that Mr Right hasn't met you yet."
"Right, but listen to this; last year on the beach in Spain, I was topless and a bloke tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me mate do you have a light?" "
I collapsed laughing, imagining her look and his as she turned round.
Well I'll tell you what, if I show you my willy you've got to show me your boobs."
