I play many different sports, and excel in most of them. I don't consider myself a popular person, but I fit in with that crowd, and good looking enough to get my fair share of girls. My mom and dad are both very catholic, and my mom is completely against drugs. She constantly tells us that we should never drink, smoke, or take any kind of drugs unless there is a prescription. It was a hot summer morning, around mid July, when I woke up to the sound of birds chirping.
I instantly sit up in my bed, and notice my TV left on from the night before, I grab the remote off the side table and turn it off. Ever since I was little, I would always sleep in late, sometimes even on school mornings.
My mom and dad left on a vacation yesterday, so I'll be home alone with my 17 year old sister, Kate, for the next few weeks. Kate and I have never really been close, but we don't hate each other like other siblings. We just mind our own business, and it seems to work out. I finally get out of bed, then walk out of my room and down the hallway to the bathroom. I take a piss and look out the bathroom window that over looks the backyard, and see my sister laying in a beach chair by the pool.
She's wearing an all pink bikini, with her dirty blonde hair tied back in a messy pony tail, and her 34c tits looking on point. My sister isn't skinny, but she certainly isn't fat. I don't really have a secret After I wash my hands, I walk downstairs, and into the kitchen. I see my sister again through the large sliding door in the kitchen as I walk past it. I quickly open the fridge and take out the orange juice. When I set down my glass, I notice my sisters cellphone resting on the counter.
I chug my juice, then grab her phone and slip it into my pocket. I can never resist snooping around my sisters room, or checking her cellphone when I have the chance.
I quickly walk into the living room couch, and unlock my sisters phone. I go directly to messages, and click the first conversation with her and her best friend Emily. After a bit of scrolling and reading, I find texts about a party. I know for a fact that my mom would never let my sister attend a high school party, and grin at the thought of this. After more reading, and putting together pieces of the puzzle, I come to a conclusion. She snuck out of the house, went to a party, and got drunk.
I walk out of the living room with a huge grin on my face. She looks at me, and immediately notices her phone in my hand. I was looking for that, thanks" she says, as she extends her hand, expecting me to hand her her phone. She looks at me awkwardly "Umm, for