I can’t believe I am in love with my younger sister.” -ChloeAfter that, I would have to write in my journal all day just to mask the feelings. Sop...ie would always ask me what I was writing and I just told her my thoughts about life and stuff. I didn’t tell her much more because she could never find out what I was really writing about.But it kept getting worse as time progressed. I would always try to peek a look while she was changing. She had an amazing body. He had B cups, long blonde hair. It was a shame, I must say...But until we realized something that changed our lives forever.There was one day that we both were at Beth’s bedroom, crying because of our last love failures, something that we always did and fortunately brought us even more closer every time was done.“Alia... Brett is such a scum! How I hate him to ditch me the way he did!”“Believe me... James isn’t any better... I hate the way he didn’t answer my calls and he avoids me. Why he doesn’t tell me that he has nothing. Not only did I notice but half the guys did at the party.Mum and I have a great relationship, my father works hard and is never normally around hence we was at this party together as he was away on business. We get on well, always having a laugh together, never took ourselves to serious. Just then our taxi pulled up, a big ford galaxy arrived and we hoped in. Mum sat in the front and I got in the back. Driving us was Mohammed as he introduced himself in his broken English. Mohammed an Indian. She was here on vacations alone and will be later joined by some friends. I mustered my courage and asked her for dinner, and she agreed which i thought not really to be the case. I met her at the hotel to pick her; she was wearing a sexy white low-cut mini dress revealing her curves.She was as if bent on getting me hard with her actions like playing with her hair…etc but i controlled myself. I did not had in mind to have sex with her on the first meeting so we talked a lot and drank some wine..