Happy Birthday Sister

Sarah woke with a start. It was still pitched black, and the room was silent. She turned to look at her clock-3.08am. She didn’t think she’d had a nightmare, but she couldn’t work out what had woken her.
She sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes, and decided to go and get a glass of water. Walking down the landing, she could hear her parents snoring quietly, and, further down the corridor, her brother’s light shone under his door. Michael was always up late, usually tapping away on his computer. Her sister’s door was closed, and the room dark and silent. Carly, on the other hand,never stayed up late- she always made sure she got her 8 hours sleep to keep her looking her best.

Sarah had always felt the black sheep of the family-Michael and Carly had only a year between them-Michael the eldest at 20, and Carly, 19. Sarah was 16 tomorrow, and she had always been treated as the “baby” , whilst her brother and sister went out to bars and clubs together, and went to the same university. They both still made a fuss of Sarah though, and she was excited about her present tomorrow from them both. They had been teasing her for months about it, dropping hints and clues.
Sarah walked down the stairs, her curly brown hair bouncing down her back as she went. She turned into the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, took a glass and filled it with water. Taking a sip, she carried it back into her bedroom, and got back into her bed, thinking about her birthday.

Michael had heard his sister get up and go downstairs. He put his finger to his lip to warn the girl in his bed to be quiet. He certainly didn’t want his little sister bursting in and ruining everything. They listened silently for Sarah to return to bed.

Michael was tall and the athlete of the family. He was particularly good at football, and played in a sunday league team, and for his university, where he was studying Web Design. His jet black hair, and dark brown eyes, twinned with his good looks and physique made him particularly popular with women. He had never had a long term girlfriend, though, and prefered to keep himself free and single, and able to play his sunday football without any demands from a girlfriend.

Sarah’s door snapped shut, and Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He beckoned to the girl to leave, although he hadn’t managed to finish what they started, helped her dress and swiftly guided her to the front door, kissing her with an insincere “I’ll call you sometime”, before shutting the door almost in her face. He shook his head at himself, and quietly walked back upstairs into his bedroom.

Carly had heard Sarah get up, and come back to bed. She had heard, which Sarah hadn’t, his whispered attempts to keep the slut in his bedroom quiet. She had heard him take her downstairs, and push her out of the door. But more importantly, she had heard him start to fuck her before Sarah had got up. Carly was easily the most beautiful in the household. She had won several beauty pageants when she was younger, and had done some modelling shoots, before she gave them up to study at Uni. She was the only blonde in the family, with complimentary blue eyes.