My Sweet Sister Sasha

Hi, I’m Damien. I’m about five foot two, relatively well developed with shortish blonde hair, and blue eyes.
   I was looking after my sister Sasha for three days, as our parents had gone to Birmingham. I had to cook and clean, but that was no problem.
   I was walking to Sasha’s school to pick her up, and got to the gate in a little over ten minutes. I could see her and her friends playing outside.
   I enjoyed watching her playing “it” in the sunlight, seeing her waist long blond hair fan-out around her and her green eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
   I watched her for about a minute before walking through the gate and waiting for her to see me. She saw me quickly, and skipped up to me with a grin on her face. “Hey Damie, will you wait while I get my stuff?” she asked. “Sure, Sash.” I replied. She grinned again, and hurried to the cloakroom to get her bag.
   We left, and decided to get a drink from the store on our way back. We got a can of coke each, and waited in the small queue.
   As we waited, I noticed my sister’s gaze drift to the “ADULT” section of the magazines and newspapers. There was some pretty dirty stuff up there, and I wanted to get her attention away from it as quickly as possible.
   “Hey Sash, want anything else?” I asked, in an attempt to pull her out of her daydream. She looked at me with a startled air, and said “Unh… no thanks.” I noticed that after that, she stopped looking at the porn.
   When we got home, Sasha ran up to her room, while I went down to the basement to give my punchbag a headache.