Let Me Take Care of You, Darling

byyuuum99©

Normally, when I walked up to the empty stairway all that could be heard was my own footsteps echoing loudly. Now, however, I heard something else, which was quite odd. This made me all the more attentive to whatever sounds were disturbing the peace of the otherwise quiet and peaceful. And, this focus made me so much more worried when I heard that the sounds were muffled shouting and yelling, coming out of one of the many rooms in the stairwell. I became even more worried when I realized those shouts were coming from my apartment.

Well, me and my sister Jessica's apartment, to be exact. Being 18, I was naturally going to a college. Unfortunately, the college was quite a bit away from my small home-town, in which you couldn't find much more than a grocery store, a pizzeria and a small tool-stoor. Fortunately, my big sister had also gone to said college and already had an apartment nearby, that I could relatively easily hop on into. Now, I had lived there a few months, and I know that the only probable person that my sister could be yelling at would be her boyfriend.

I didn't know the guy all too well. I knew that his name was Rick, that he was a pretty big guy, but had a small amount of confidence. Normally, he was cool, but he had the tendency to get triggered easily and get pissy with people. I assumed that something related to that was happening. I just hoped it wouldn't escalate. Rick hadn't ever been in a fight to my knowledge, but it was starting to sound pretty serious. As I got closer, I could hear insults being thrown in both directions and a lot of toxic language in general.

Just as I got to the top floor, where our apartment was, I could hear my sister yelling at him to 'just get the fuck out', and moments after that, I saw Rick shambling out, clearly furious, slamming the door so hard it seemed to shake the entire corridor. Our eyes met as he rushed down the hall, and when he reached me he just snorted at me and rammed into me so hard I almost stumbled into the wall. I considered yelling at him to fuck off but thought it better to not ignite his rage further. I had to admit he was much stronger and bigger than me, and would undoubtedly kick my ass if it came to that.

As I turned to the corridor again, my mind left Rick, for the most part. I hurried down to my door, and tentatively opened it, as to not scare my sister. The person in question came out of the small kitchen just as I entered with a glass of water in her hand, and her whole body jumped when she saw me.

"Oh, lord, I thought you were Rick."

She said, putting a hand on her chest, clearly shaken by whatever had happened. I hurried up to her, while gently asking her what had happened. I laid my hand on her shoulder, and into her eyes with worry. Even though my sister wasn't the longest person out there, neither was I. She was actually one inch or so longer than me. She was sort of big for a girl. Though, not that chubby to be honest. I guess curvy would be the best way to put it, considering her... Assets, and all. A pervert would probably call her thick or something.

"Oh, nothing. Just a fight."

She said, trying to wave the issue away with her hand. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I noticed that it was a fight. Though, I don't believe it was nothing."

She breathed in deeply, then sighed out.

"Yeah, I guess it was pretty bad."

"Yeah, no shit."

I said, looking around the apartment. Everything was in its place, so at least it didn't get so bad they started throwing shit at one another.

"But what happened?"

I said gingerly, looking back at her.

"You guys haven't fought much in the past, as far as I know."

And I should know. I spent most of my time at home, either working for my IT class in college or just doing something else on the computer. In other words, whenever my sister and her boyfriend were home together, I was almost always there too. Well, not always. Sometimes on the weekends, she would bribe me to go out and watch a movie or something so she and he could... You know... That thing I really don't wanna think about her doing with him. EITHER WAY, they hadn't ever fought, especially not to the extent I just heard.

"I don't know, honestly. It started over something so stupid, and then it just grew out of control. I guess we just had a lot of pent up shit we wanted to get out."

"Like what?"

I quickly asked, not really thinking about the fact that it was probably private. I hadn't heard much from the stairway, so I was genuinely curious.

"Oh, you know... Stuff."

She said dismissively. She then shook off my hand and turned away to walk to her sofa.

"Like I said, a lot of dumb things."

At that point, even I realized she didn't want to talk about it. Still, I was worried about her.

"Okay, but, he didn't do anything except yell at you, right?"

"Oh no, no, he didn't hit me, if that's what your asking."

"Or choke, or push, or threaten..?"

I asked, leadingly. She was quiet for a moment.

"He did push me when I tried to get him out of the apartment. We weren't yelling at each other yet, but he was being really rude and... Well, you know how he can get... So I told him to leave if he was going to act like a tool, and in response... He shoved me... And got even angrier."

She said, looking away and taking a sip from her glass.

"You didn't get hurt, did you?"

I Said, sitting down next to her at the couch.

"No, no, he didn't like shove me into a wall or something. He just sort of waved me away. Scared me, more than anything."

"That still doesn't exactly sound good..."

I said, with an ironic smile. I was so surprised by what was happening that I couldn't help but smile at how ridiculous it was.

"I know, I know. But, hopefully, it was just a one-time thing. The thing to do is learn from your mistakes, and try not to repeat them."

She drank the last of her water after she said that.

"So, what are you going to do, then? Just forgive him, and act as nothing happened?"

I reached out for her to give the glass to me, which she did, with a shrug toward my comment.

"What else is there to do? We all make mistakes."

She said that, but she crossed her hands over her chest. It was clear to me she was at least bothered, possibly insulted.

As I walked toward the kitchen with the glass, I realized that even though I had been living with her for a few months, and that we'd ovbiously been siblings for quite a while, we had never really had a serious talk. As children, we didn't get along too well. Nothing bad, but you know, why would a girl want to hang out with her lame, younger brother? And vice versa, of course. We had gotten quite close in recent years, with us getting more mature and so. Jessica had become very kind, and I wasn't so bratty and annoying, so I guess we just grew together more.

As I filled up the glass with more water, I thought about what I could say to her. I didn't want to just give her some empty platitude about how she should keep trying or whatever, but neither did I want to probe too much. Ovbiously, this was a sensitive issue. I may have been a rather unsocial idiot, but even I knew that much.

"Can I ask... Who started it?"

I said, swallowing. That felt like an innocent enough question, so she could talk out her feelings without giving away personal stuff.

"Both of us, I guess. It just kept building up and up, and got worse."

"Yeah, but what started it?... It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it, I'm just wondering what happened, you know?"

I quickly added so she wouldn't feel pressured.

"You don't wanna know, it's really dumb."

"No, I do. If you don't want to talk about it, say so, but I want to hear. You're my sister, and I want to make sure you're feeling okay."

I said decisively, giving her the glass, and sitting down along-side her again. She laughed at me.

"You're not making this easier for me... With that whole 'sister thing', I mean."

I looked at her quizzically.

"What do you mean?"

She drew a long breath, preparing her for whatever she was about to say.

"Rick wanted to do anal."

She finally threw out. I was quite shocked.

"That's what you were fighting about?"

"Yeah."

She said, nodding.

"Well, did you do it?"

I asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer.

"No! That's gross!"

She said, almost angrily sipping from her glass now.

"Then why did he want to do it so badly?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... Why was he nagging you about it if you made it clear you didn't want to do it?"

"Good question."

She responded.

"I don't know. He can be very... Needy, I guess... If you know what I mean."

I think I understood. After a few moments of silence she said:

"God, I'm sorry I said anything, this is so awkward."

"No, it's fine! Jessica, we're both adults, right? It's just... Sex, right? If you want to talk about it, feel free."

It felt super weird to say, and it felt weird to be the mature one, but my sister needed to hear it. She was quiet for a while.

"I don't know, Rick can be so sweet and romantic and all, but he can be so nagging, especially lately. You know, I like... Going down."

She said, a bit awkwardly.

"But, lately, he's always asking for it so much it's starting to feel like a chore. And now, he's doing the same with... Butt stuff, even though I made it clear I don't like that kind of stuff at all."

She was quiet for a second.

"Maybe I should just let him do it. So we can stop arguing about it."

"No!"

I immediately protested, almost scaring Jessica.

"That's the one thing you shouldn't do! Sex is supposed to be... Nice, you know. Not feel like something you have to do."

I said, instantly feeling like an idiot afterward. I had said that with way too much bravado for a nerdy 18-year old with next to no sexual experience what so ever. I had made out with the one girlfriend I ever had, and ever touched her breasts over her shirt and bra, but nothing beyond that.

But, my sister didn't seem to think what I said was dumb. Instead, she looked at me with a big smile and said.

"Wow, that's so sweet of you."

She tentatively touched my neck.

"Maybe you're right.. Maybe I shouldn't give in."

"No, you definitely shouldn't. I mean, if you want to do it, do it, but if you feel like you have to force yourself... Then it's wrong, you know?"

"I guess you're right..."

She said thoughtfully. Then she giggled, to my surprise.

"Oh god, why am I taking sex-advice from a virgin? God, this is so silly."

I felt my cheeks heat up when she said that. Couldn't protest though. She was correct.

"That was so mean."

She says, though her smile isn't all that forgiving.

"You're a super sweet guy. You'll find your girl, someday."

I chuckle a little.

"Yeah, well, I can hope."

"Oh come on, don't be like that."

She admonished me, friendly slapping me on my shoulder.

"If I say you're great, then you're great, and that's that."

Now I got flustered again, but for a different reason. Compliments weren't something I got often, especially not from something who was, honestly speaking, as attractive as my sister. Though, of course, she's probably just saying that to make me feel better. So, internally, I dismiss her comment.

But then, she said something that genuinely surprised me. With a heavy breath, she said:

"Gosh, why can't I find a guy like you?"

"What?"

"You know, somebody as gentle and kind as you. You've always been like that. Even when we were growing up, I'd always see you share candy with your friends or whatever. And I distinctly remember you always being the guy who cheered his friends up after they got dumped or whatever."

I looked away, a little bit flushed. Maybe she was being serious, after all. But, I didn't like to think of myself as super nice. That kind of takes away the point, I guess. Besides, I didn't think I ever did something special. Most people were nice, I thought. But then I looked at my sister, and the mess her apparently dickish boyfriend had left her in.

"Was I ever mean to you when we grew up?"

She suddenly asked.

"Uuuh, not that I remember. We didn't talk that much, but you never bullied me or anything."

"That's good. I would feel so shitty if I knew I made your childhood a living hell or something."

I didn't say anything. I was a bit... Suprised, honestly. I feel pretty average - Below average on most things, in fact. Didn't think my sister would feel so highly about me.

"You know what, let me return the favor. For you listening to me ramble and all."

I curiously looked at her.

"This weekend, I and Rick were planning on going to this party. I don't know if he's planning on going, but either way, I am. And you can come along if you want."

I sat quietly.

"It's going to be pretty big, and there's going to be a lot of different people, so you won't just stand around a bunch of old people like me."

Nothing she said made me feel calmer, to be honest. I didn't like parties, never had. I had gone to a few, but... I don't like drinking, I don't like the noise, there are so many people, so if you do anything stupid you're going to stand out like a sore thumb, with everybody staring at you. That's probably why I had never really had many girlfriends, or even one night stands.

I felt like declining. But, when I glanced at her, she seemed so hopeful. Her smile was so nice, with her round face and chubby chins.

"Okay, I'll come."

Her smile broadened.

"Good for you, darling. Who knows, maybe you'll even find some cutie for a girlfriend?"

She giggled at my face, as she then stood up.

"Let me make dinner. I'll treat my favorite little sibling to something nice, okay?"

"Aren't I your only sibling?"

I asked sarcastically, to which she responded in a joking manner:

"Don't sweat the details!"

I smiled as she began working in the kitchen. She was so motherly sometimes. And, I was getting quite hungry. I decided to get on the computer to distract myself while she prepared dinner. Normally, I would offer to help her, but she had made it quite clear that this was a treat for me. So, instead, I went into my small little hideaway, opened a window so I wouldn't cook to death in the late summer heat, and started looking at guides for programming. I had become interested in doing that recently and was trying to teach my self. It was really, really fucking slow, and my progress was questionable. But, progress none the less.

Dinner was salmon steak with potatoes. Indeed, it was lovely.

After that, the week crawled on by slowly. I didn't see Rick come by our apartment, which he usually did quite frequently. I did, however, quite often come home to my sister in her bedroom talking on the phone in a rather hushed manner. I figured that that was her and Rick trying to solve their dispute and fix their relationship. Honestly, even though I didn't particuarly like Rick, I did hope that he and Jessica would solve the issue. Jessica was really sweet and deserved to be happy. If Rick was the guy to do that, then so be it.

But, as the days crawled by, she kept talking on the phones, longer and longer with each day, and rick still didn't come by. I started wondering how good their mending of the relationship was actually going. I'd often spot her coming out of her room around dinner-time, acting distracted and absentminded. She actually seemed sort of sad. Normally, Jessica was super cheerful, even when it was just her, and I tucked away in my room. I'd hear her sing some song, or talk to herself or something. She stopped doing that. So I decided to spoil her.

On that third day of successive behavior, I immediately went out on the town and bought flowers. Because Jessica loved flowers. As I said, she was a very motherly person, and so she loved taking care of plants. She wanted to have an animal but thought that she didn't have the time or space to care for one, so she settled for flowers. I didn't know which flowers she liked the most. As I walked into the flower shop, I felt like a fish out of water, to be honest. I had no idea what to look for. I must've made that pretty apparent because an older lady quickly came up to me and asked if she could help. With said help, I managed to pick out a pot with pretty pink ones called Peonies, or something of that ilk. I didn't know if there was anything special about them, and the pot they were in was really big, but they did look nice.

After that, I hurried on home, only to find Jessica still hidden away in her room, talking on the phone in a quiet manner. She sounded quite... Desperate, to be honest. She was talking with a shrill voice as if she was on the verge of tears. When I heard that, I was close to just barging in her room then and there, but I didn't. Instead, I put away the flowers in my room, in case she came out I didn't want her to see them and went to make dinner. Some simple lasagna. I knew she liked that. I wasn't a very good cook. I mean, I can make it edible, but I can't make it look all beautiful and well done as Jessica can. I tried sprinkling some of that green stuff she sometimes uses, but I didn't know if it worked all that well.

When I was done, I noticed that my sister was silent, and also still in her room. I was a bit worried, to be frank. So, instead of waiting for her to come out, as I had planned, I went to her room, with the food and plats in hand, and gently called out:

"Hey, Jessica, can you open?"

I heard movement from inside, and within moments she opened. I smiled when she did, but my smile quickly faded as I saw her face. She had legitimately been crying, as I could see from her reddened cheeks.

"Hey, what is it?"

She said, in an almost groggy tone. I was speechless for a moment before I recovered enough to say:

"I made some lasagna. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

I tried to ignore her obvious state, and simply be as nice as I could. She forced a smile and said:

"No, I haven't, but it's fine. I'm not that hungry."

"Oh come on, you have to eat. We can eat it in here if you don't want to come out."

I asked. She seemed hesitant but said:

"All right... But don't spill on my bed, okay!?"

I laughed, and said 'of course not'. I followed after her into her room. It was rather dark and gloomy, which was unlike her. She liked it bright and colorful, most of the time. We sat down on the bed, squatting out legs, and laid out out plates and utensils.

"It looks nice."

She commented.

"I'm not good at lasagna, but I know you love it. I hope it tastes nice."

"I'm sure it will."

It was painfully obvious to me that she was faking positivity. I didn't point it out, though. I hoped I could cheer her up without being too aggressive about it. We ate in silence. I looked at her nervously, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Hey, this isn't half-bad"

She finally said.

"You're getting a lot better at this whole food thing."

She teased.

"Well, my teacher isn't half-bad herself, so I guess that's why?"

"Hey!"

She said, feigning offense. It was happy to see her cheer up a bit, but immediately after that, she got quiet again, as the sound of the forks and knives against the platters filled the painful silence. I swallowed.

"Wait a minute, let me get something."

With my heart in my throat, I quickly stood up and waltzed into my room on fast feet. I was really nervous, to be frank. I hadn't ever done something like this for my sister. I didn't know if it'd be sweet... Or just cheesy and dumb. But, I guess sometimes you have to take a leap. So, a moment or so later, I came back with the flower pot in my hand. When she saw it, I could see her entire face almost lightning up.

"Uh, I noticed that you've been feeling down lately... So, I wanted to get you something to cheer you up."

I smiled awkwardly and hoped to god she wouldn't start laughing at me. She didn't. Instead, she stood up and came over to me.

"Oooh, they're beautiful."

She bent down and started looking at the flowers, fiddling with their petals and what not.

"Peonies! I love those. How did you know?"

She said, straightening her back and looking at me with the smile of a child on Christmas eve.

"I don't know. I saw these, and thought they'd fit you."

She laid her hand on my chin.

"Aaw, you're so sweet."

She then took the pot from me and hurried out with quick steps.

"Let's put these babies in a nice little spot where they can rest in the sun."

"Do plants need to rest? I didn't know they really did anything that warranted them needing to rest."

"Oh, you dumb-dumb. Everybody deserves some rest, even plants!"

She said, as she placed the huge pot on a windowsill, and stood back, to see if they fit in.

"Oh, they're just lovely. You have great taste in flowers."

I shrugged.

"As I said, they reminded me of you."

I could see her get flustered.

"Well, I'll see to these proper after dinner. Now, let's eat, okay?"

"Okay."

We did as we said, and I could see her visibly happy now. I was, therefore, sort of afraid to breach the topic of Rick. But, I felt as if I needed to. It's not good to let all your emotions get pent up.

"Hey, Jessica... Is it Rick you've been calling every day, lately?"

I could see her cheer fading, and wondered if I had done something stupid.

"Yes, it is."

After a moment's hesitation, I decided to press forward.

"How has it gone?"

"So-So, to say the least."

She chuckled to herself. I was quiet, waiting for her to explain.

"As I said, it started out with an argument about god damn anal sex, and then a bunch of pent-up emotions just came bursting out. We're trying to fix it, but we said a lot of things that you can't fix easily..."

"Like what?"

I asked. She sighed.

"As I said, Rick can be so needy sometimes. Entitled, even. Constantly asking for blowjobs and whatever, and never wanting to return the favor. That, and every time I deny him, he gets so pissy and rude. And, I told him he's so sensitive. Every time I try to teach him how to cook or something, he gets the same way."

"Yeah, I figured. Rick seems kind of... Unstable..."

"I wouldn't go that far..."

She said, although my comment did apparently make her laugh a bit. I paused for a moment, then said:

"Well, what did he say to you?"

"That... That I wasn't attentive enough, not available enough, not... 'Pleasing', enough."

I grimaced at those words. Not because the thought of my sister having sex was disgusting or anything. Quite the opposite, my sister was very attractive. But because Rick apparently didn't really respect my sister's boundaries.

"Well, he's apparently an idiot, then."

I expected her to smile, but she didn't. Instead, she licked her lips and said:

"He's coming with me to the party this weekend."

I was honestly taken aback by that.

"What? Why?"

"Because... We hope that maybe us just being together can fix this... I did fall for him once, didn't I? Maybe I'll realize what's best about him makes it so that the other stuff doesn't really matter?"

"Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?"

She didn't respond for a moment.

"I don't like to give up on people, okay? I think Rick and I can work. So I'm going to try it."

I wanted to protest further, but... Didn't feel like I had the authority. It was her life, after all.

"All right, whatever you say... Just, don't start doing things you're not comfortable with just to make him stay, okay? I would hate it if you did that to yourself."

I pleaded with her, genuinely worried for her. She cupped my cheek again.

"Oh, you're too sweet. I won't, okay? So stop worrying about me."

I nodded.

"Okay."

After that, we began eating again, talking about other, less depressing things. Mostly school. After that, the rest of the week crawled on. She didn't talk to Rick anymore, nor did he come by. I guess they were saving it for the party. Myself, I started to get really nervous the closer and closer we got to it. I simply didn't know what I should be expecting. I guess I should try and treat it like a second chance, to introduce myself to people as more fun than I really am. Cooler, than I really am. Because really, I'm none of those things. I haven't been a popular kid ever. Not that I've been bullied, mostly ignored.

The night of the party came. I had absolutely no idea what to dress in. I decided on some flannel button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. I had no idea how to fix my hair. It was rather long, though I did keep it tidy. I don't know why, but I liked having long hair that reached my shoulders. Either way, when I came out to find Jessica already ready, I was stunned for a bit. Because she looked, well, stunning.

Jessica had been in the bathroom for a long time. Apparently, that had been because she was fixing her hair... By which I mean, her hair-color. Which had now gone from brown to jet-black? She had also done her hair so that it now was short, barely reaching her chin, with a sort of curve to the side that really fit her. She had put on a dress with a black skirt reached to her knees, and somehow pronounced her large butt and wide hips despite being a dress, and with a red top-piece that REALLY pronounced her large breast. They were rather big anyways - I have no idea what her measurements were, because I had no idea how they worked, nor did I like to ogle my sisters boobs, but I could tell you they were more than big enough to fill out your hand with plenty to left to play with - but now they were pushed up even further.

When she noticed me, she immediately ran up and started inspecting me. I honestly wanted to squirm under her harsh scrutiny. But, I stood proud and awaited her verdict. While I did so, I noticed her make-up. She was wearing some sort of dark-red lipstick, with long eyelashes that were also black. I quickly noticed a theme. It was quite unlike her to dress so blackly, but honestly, I thought it sort of fit her. She looked gorgeous.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my sister taking a hold of my collar, and unbuttoning the two first buttons.

"You look so stiff. Relax a bit. You're there to have fun, not to look proper for some job interview."

I laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry."

"And put your hair behind your ears, let people see your face. You don't want to look like your hiding."

I was very aware of her touch as she swept my long hair behind my ears, and sort of fiddled with it for a few moments. Then, she took a step back and smiled.

"Not half-bad... Now..."

She pulled back further, then spun around, letting her dress fly.

"How do I look?"

I took a sharp breath.

"Amazing, honestly."

I said that with one hundred percent earnest. My sister was, quite frankly, very beautiful. Not just sexy - Even though I had to admit that she was, which was kind of gross, to be honest - but she looked genuinely nice. She giggled at my compliment.

"I'm glad. Cus if all that work didn't help, I'd be seriously upset."

We both laughed. Then I said, perhaps a bit too seriously:

"You're always pretty, with or without work."

"Ah, stop it."

She said. Just then, before we could converse any further, the bell to our apartment rang.

"Oh, that must be Rick!"

She exclaimed, with glee. She ran to the door and opened it with a wide smile and a bright hello. And, sure enough, there he was. Rick, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Pink ones, rather similar to the ones I had gotten for her. I watched as she took them, and said much the same things she had said to me when I gave her the flowers, and then as they kissed and said how happy they were to see one another again, how much they'd miss one another, and so on. And, despite what I said about just being happy to see her happy, I felt myself become sort of jealous. I didn't like Rick at all, and from what I had heard, I liked him even less now. I felt that Jessica deserved someone better. But still, it wasn't my place to protest. Besides, Rick was a lot more attractive than me, I couldn't deny that. He actually worked out, he had a proper stubble that was currently a five' o'clock shadow, instead of my pathetic attempt at facial hair.

Rick and I greeted next, with a firm handshake. It almost felt as if he was trying to crush my hand in his grip. I played it off, but as we went to his car, and then during the car-ride to the party, I did feel as if he glared at me a lot. I don't know why I and him never fought before. Sure, I didn't like him anymore because of his attitude toward Jessica, but he didn't know that. I tried my best to laugh at his jokes, and be nice and such, but that didn't seem to better his attitude toward me.

Finally, we got to the party. It was in the suburbs, at somebodies house. I didn't know the people who held it, but Jessica told me that their parents were out of town, so of course, they had to party. It was almost funny how stereotypical it was. I always assumed that that was just something that happened in stupid comedy movies, not something people actually did. As we entered, I tried to look as loose as possible, trying to fit in. As I looked around, I actually found a lot of different people. It wasn't just a bunch of jocks and cheerleaders, it was actual people there. That alone made me feel less anxious. I had been extremely nervous that people would recognize me for what I was immediately, and that they'd point and laugh or something. 'Hey, look, here comes the village idiot thinking he fits in at a royal wedding'. But I repressed those fears. I had to do this for Jessicas sake.

As the night progressed, I and Jessica split up, and I went to try and find my own thing. I found some people I actually recognized from my class. Vaguely, sure, but I talked with them, and it was fun. But, that sort of felt like cheating. If I wanted to talk to my classmates, I could've done that any day, really. Instead, I remembered what Jessica had told me. That this could be my chance to land a girlfriend, finally. I didn't want to disappoint her by just standing around and not really doing anything. Besides, it would be nice to have somebody new to talk to. So, with that said, I started wandering the party, looking for somebody.

A cute one, standing on the upper-floor, tucked away in a corner. I sort of slid up beside her, and said 'hey', to which she responded 'hey'.

"So, how is it?"

I said, trying to not sound as stiff and nervous as I was. She shrugged.

"I don't know. Sort of a lame party."

"Why, don't you know anybody here?"

"Not anybody cool."

She flatly said. I was already regretting every life choice I had ever made that brought me to this point in my life. I swallowed and said.

"Hey, I like to think I'm pretty cool."

She turned to me with a cold gaze, and flatly said:

"Right."

Before she returned to sipping out of one of those red mugs they always have at parties.

"So, uh, what are you're drinking?"

She took a deep breath.

"If you're going to try and talk to me, could you bother making it a bit more interesting than that."

I was stumped.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I-"

"That was not an improvement."

Her words honestly hit me like fists. Suddenly, I felt like shit. I had come to this party feeling hopeful, grooved with some friends for a bit, and ventured out into the wilderness to find somebody nice to talk to. This was apparently the best I got.

"Well, maybe don't be so god damn rude?"

I said, in a moment of unusual bravado for me. Normally, I would've never said something like that. But that night, I guess I was frustrated. In response, she turned to me again, exclaimed 'Go fuck yourself', and poured the remainder of her drink all over me, leaving the cup standing on my head. I stood there, sort of stunned, as she stormed off, and people around as begun turning, muttering stuff about me. I even saw a few of them giggling and chuckling about me. Then and there, I earnestly wanted to die, as I felt shame and embarrassment building up in my chest. I guess it was sort of my fault for expecting anything better. I don't know else I should've expected. I'm not tall or athletic, not super smooth or cool. Just a nerd that's decent at programming.

I took the mug off my head and threw it to the ground. With slumped shoulders, I started walking for the exit. It seemed my night had come to an early stop, unfortunately. As I wandered out, a lot of people turned and looked at me. Apparently, it was very obvious that my hair was drenched in alcohol of some sort. I hated the smell, to be honest. As I said, I really didn't like alcohol. Didn't like the effect it had on people. I sort of felt unsafe around drunk people, to be honest, because you never know what they'd do. The nicest person ever could turn into a huge jerk when he was drunk. And, it made you vulnerable. I hated the thought of not knowing what was going on, and not being able to defend myself... Or somebody I cared about being in the same state.

I guess I just didn't belong at parties. I guess that was just how it was.

Suddenly, I felt somebody take a grip on my shoulders. I turned to see Jessica.

"My gosh, what happened to you?"

She took a hold of a few strands of my hair as if to verify that my hair was, indeed, wet. I shrugged. I didn't want to get into it at all. I didn't want her of all people to know I was embarrassed out of my ass.

"Did you get into a fight or something?"

I shook my head.

"No, nothing serious. Jessica, It's fine. I'm just going to take a breath."

By which I meant to go home. Because of fuck this party.

"You and me both."

She said, to my surprise. I scrunched my brow and asked her what she meant.

"Me and Rick..."

She waved it away.

"We'll take it later. Just, come on. I don't want to be here either."

And with that said, she took my hand and led me out of the house, onto the lawn, where a few sluggish teenagers were already acting as if they were going to throw up their lungs.

"Isn't Rick our driver?"

"It's fine, I called a cab."

I was surprised again.

"That was fast then."

"I know."

She flatly said. Apparently, she was not in the mood for talking. So I respected that. We stood beside one another in the cool evening, waiting for the taxi to arrive. Had barely been an hour, I lamented, and already everything had gone to hell.

After a while, I sensed that she had calmed down. I glanced at her from the side, and she was standing with her arms crossed, pouty lips, and all the rest. With a swallow, I said:

"What happened between you and Rick now?"

After a short moment of silence, she said in a snappy voice:

"We're no more."

"What?"

"We're no more. We broke up."

"Why?"

"Because Rick wanted to be an asshole. Again... So I decided it was done."

"What happened?"

She didn't respond immediately.

"We just had an argument, and as per usual, he didn't want to quit. So, we fought, and then we broke up. Or, I did, rather. Felt good, to be honest."

I smiled.

"Good that you told him off, at least. That you know your boundaries, and such."

She chuckled bitterly.

"Yeah, I guess."

After a moment longer of silence, I asked:

"What did you guys fight about?"

"You."

She said shortly.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. He wanted you to move out."

I was quiet.

"And you...?"

I asked tentatively.

"Didn't want that of course. Sure, I like Rick and all, but you're my little brother, and you need a place to stay. He didn't want to understand that, so... I told him off, that he wasn't going to come in between us."

I flushed.

"I'm sorry..."

I said, with a weak voice.

She snapped her head to the side to look at me.

"What are you sorry for?"

"That I ruined your relationship. I didn't want to come in between you guys either."

She pushed me on my shoulder, so hard she almost knocked me over.

"Dumbass, of course, I don't want you to move out. I like Rick, but I love you. You're my little bro, my brother. You're more important than any fuck boy."

She was surprisingly authoritative, all of a sudden. I guess it was her mood. As I steadied myself, I realized I kind of liked it. It was cool of her, to act all decisive and such. I Caught myself smiling.

Soon enough, the cab came rolling down the street, and we got on it. A few words with the driver and we were on our way. The ride was fairly silent. A strenuous silence. At least I knew that Jessica wasn't mad with me. That was always good. Though, I felt bad about it. I loved Jessica too, and I wanted her to be happy. The notion that I had gotten in the way of that made me feel incredibly guilty. And also confused. Why she would like me more than Rick, I don't know. Again, Rick was sort of a douche, but I was a lame loser. I wasn't all that funny, or cool. But, I didn't need to understand. Jessica had made up her mind, and that was that. She probably knew better than me anyways.

We pulled up to our apartment-building and got out. The walk into our apartment was quiet too, the steps echoing as we made our way. When we got inside our apartment, Jessica immediately went and crashed on the sofa with a groan. I guess she had a lot of pent up frustration, after all.

"You want anything?"

I asked.

"The strongest thing we have."

I was sort of reprehensive about following her order. As I said, I didn't like to have people be drunk around me. Then again, I guess Jessica wasn't really in any danger where she was. Not like I was going to use her body after she passed out or something. Though, we didn't exactly have anything powerful. A bottle of red wine in the fridge was about it. All the same, I got her a glass and came to sit down beside her.

"I'm sorry it didn't work out for you two."

She waved it away.

"It's fine. You were probably right anyway. Rick is a dick."

She said before she laughed at her own comment. She took the glass I gave to her and took a deep sip.

"Ah, thank you, darling."

She sat up.

"You spoil me too me."

I just smiled at her comment and looked away.

"Well, you just had a break-up. I thought you needed some spoiling."

"And you?"

She said, with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"You're drenched... I'm assuming you didn't take a shower, so I'm wondering what happened to you."

I bit my lip. It was embarrassing. But, she had asked. Didn't feel right to lie or deny her anything, even if it was silly. Besides, now that we were alone, I did trust Jessica wouldn't burst out laughing, or start mocking me.

"I tried to talk to some girl, who turned out to be a bitch."

"What did you say to her?"

"I pointed out that she was a bitch, I guess."

That, she laughed at.

"Well, that is a good way to get yourself drenched in wine."

"Yeah..."

I affirmed sadly.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. We all have flounders."

I didn't respond and looked to the other side instead.

"Hey, look at me!"

I snapped my head to the other side, surprised at her harsh tone.

"You are an amazing guy, and you will find an amazing girl who treats you right!"

She said, more like an order than anything.

"I'm sorry, that's not within my control. If it was, I wouldn't be searching..."

"I'm just saying, don't look so dim. It happens, okay? Just look at me. I just wasted my time on some asshole, and I feel like shit about it. But you know what, I know that things will turn around, and I'll find that special somebody who doesn't pester me about blowjobs and anal all day."

"Yeah, well the difference is that you're amazing and really pretty. I'm not."

I said, in a tone that was a lot more aggressive than I had expected. I sort of snapped, even. After that, we sat silent for a while.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

She was silent for a moment longer. I was starting to get nervous. I had really fucked it up, now. But then, she did something I would've never, ever, in a million fucking years, expected. She put her hand on my shoulder and sat up on the couch with both her legs folded under her. This way, she almost towered above me.

"You know what, let me show you how a lady should treat a guy like you."

Then, she leaned in, put her other hand on the back of my neck, and pressed her thick, dark lips onto mine.

I almost fell back. I lost all grip on reality, as this happened. The arm I leaned on turned to butter, and the other one froze in place, unable to act. A thousand thoughts started flying around in my mind, as my big sister leaned further into the kiss, putting her hand on my chest, and actually pushing me down onto the couch, with one of her legs between mine. After what felt like legitimately forever, she released me from her enthralling grip, though she still hung above me, her face close enough that I could feel her breath against me, and with her cleavage pressed against me. And I laid paralyzed.

"You have nice lips."

She said before she went down again, one hand on my chest, the other one sliding under my shirt to take a hold of my waist. My hands laid limply on the couch above my head. And, after a second, I simply closed my eyes and felt her lips against mine. And then, her tongue slipped in. She started playing around inside my mouth, almost dominating my own tongue. It explored my mouth, forcing my own tongue along for the ride. And, then she pressed her leg up against my crotch, not so hard it hurt, but enough to make me aware that I was, in fact, hard.

Again, her lips left me.

"You like it, huh?"

She said, with a proud smile. I swallowed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking care of my little brother."

She leaned in again, though not to kiss my lips this time, but to kiss my neck. When I felt her tongue run along my lips, I shuddered, and then I let out a sharp moan when she took a hold of the skin with her teeth. Immediately after, I took hold of her shoulders and pushed her away.

"Jessica, what are you..."

"I told you, I'm taking care of my favorite little brother."

She said, with an innocent smile, as if this was just some game.

"Jessica, we can't do this. This is literal incest."

"Oh, so what?"

"So what...?"

I asked, dumbfounded that she would even ask such a thing.

"What, because we're not supposed to do it?"

"Uh, yeah? That's a pretty good reason."

"We're not supposed to download movies from the internet, right? Yet you do that all the time."

That silenced me. She smiled contently.

"Exactly. Just let me show you... Besides..."

She pressed her leg tighter against my crotch.

"You like it, don't you?"

I swallowed. She giggled.

"Don't be so shy."

She leaned in again and placed her lips against my neck. My hands still held her shoulders, but limply. I bit my lip, but felt my moans against my lips, wanting to escape. Fuck, why did it feel good to have my sister lick and suck on my neck?

Her hand then slid in further under my shirt, up along my scrawny chest and belly, until they reached my nipples. I began digging my fingers into her skin as she pressed a long nail into my nipple. Containing my moans became a lot harder. I didn't even have the mind to ask why the fuck this made we want to moan. My crotch was also burning, with my penis straining against my pants and her thick leg. I inadvertently began grinding against her, just to get out the energy that was suddenly building up inside of me, roaring to get released somehow.

Again, she pulled away.

"You like it that much, huh?"

I didn't answer. I was too ashamed to.

"Come on now, don't be so shy."

Her hand reached down to my crotch, and gripped it tightly, making me gasp.

"Mmm, it feels firm and large down here. It seems good."

She bit her lip seductively, and somehow I got the feeling she was looking down at some innocent, vulnerable prey. I had never known my sister was so dominant. Maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, I hated to admit it, but what she was doing was working. I mean, I've always considered her hot as fuck, but also unattainable. I guess he wasn't anymore. Though, even so, I was a bit scared. Like, what would happen the next morning, after we woke up having done all this? Though my sister didn't seem to care, and I wasn't off the mind to say against her anymore.

So I was quiet as she pulled back a bit, to free up space so she could get to my shirt. First, she unbuttoned it, and then proceeded to my pants, and began to unzip them. She did it slowly, painfully slowly, all the while stroking my chest, and teasing my nipples. I let out short, shaky breaths. Eventually, my cock was free of its bonds and sprung up as she pulled back my underwear. She let out a gasp, and she bit her lips. Gently placing her hands around it, just tight enough to feel her soft skin around my cock, she said:

"Wow, I didn't expect my little brother to have such a nice cock."

"Rea-Really?"

I stammered out in disbelief.

She tightened her grip and began to pull down, making me shudder.

"Yeaaah... A nice and big head... I like the shape of it too."

She began stroking it a bit more firmly, but still slowly, allowing me to feel each and every pump she gave it. I instinctively moved my hips upwards, trying to jerk my self off with her hand. But, she laid a hand on my chest.

"Calm down, darling."

She leaned in, again, and now put her lips to my chest.

"Just let me take care of you, okay?"

She said as she flicked my nipple with her tongue.

"Mmmm, okay..."

I struggled out. Fuck, she felt good. I had had no idea my nipples could feel so fucking good until my older sister started playing with them. It actually felt sort of silly, to be a guy, and still enjoy it when somebody licks your nipples. But Jessica didn't seem to think anything of it, so neither did I. It felt good, and she wanted to do it. I guess that's all that mattered, really. She alternated between teasing it with licking around it, just barely touching, and then sucking on them, and also alternated between each one, first pleasing the right one, and then the left. Frustratingly enough, even when her treatment of my nipples picked up the pace, her stroking didn't, and she left me craving a release she denied me.

After a while, she sat back up and released my cock all together. I almost whimpered, when she did.

"You're so cute. You really are a virgin, huh?"

She said, teasing me, as she gripped the head of my cock, and rubbed her thumb against it. Fuck, that felt good. My head was so sensitive to her touch, it was hard to control myself.

"You really never had sex?"

I shook my head.

"Ever showed it to anybody?"

I shook my head again.

She bit her lip.

"Such a shame, honestly. A cock like this..."

She started leaning in, now toward my cock.

"Deserves some attention..."

I held my breath.

"To know that it's appreciated..."

And with that, her hand slid down to peel back the foreskin, as my cock went past her dark lips. My whole body shook at the sensation of her wet, warm mouth engulfing the head of my cock. She didn't take it all in, just the tip, as she applied her tongue all over it. She slid the tip of it under the base, and around it, a spot I didn't even know felt as good as it did. She made sure to cover the entire head of my cock with spit, even some of the shaft, though she didn't go so deep she started to gag.

She left my cock and left me breathless. That felt better than I could've ever imagined it would. Honestly, amazing.

She let out a giggle.

"I was a bit afraid you'd explode in my mouth when I did that. You lasted longer than I expected for a virgin."

I let out an exasperated chuckle.

"I'm glad, I guess."

She bit her lip again.

"I feel a bit mean here. I get to explore all of your nice parts, and you haven't even seen mine."

I honestly gulped at that.

"Ca-can I, then?"

She giggled again.

"Ask nicely."

"Please?"

With a smile, she slid her arms out of the top of her dress. She reached inside her bra and took out her breasts, one at a time. They were everything I could've hoped for. Big, and seemingly firm, with large areolas begging to be played with.

"Go on. Touch them. I know you want to."

I swallowed. I did. I shouldn't want to, but I did. Slowly, I did reach out until one of them was in my hand. I tightened my grip, feeling the softness conform to my fingers. They were firm, yes, but also soft enough that you could play around with them, and more than big enough to fill out a hand. I was content to just fondle with it, feel the squishiness in my hand as my sister continued to stroke my cock. She leaned over me, staring straight into my eyes from above.

"Yeah, you like that don't you? You're more naughty than I thought you'd be."

She bit her lip again, and I thought I could hear her repress a moan as I played with her breast. Me, I didn't even try to hide it anymore, I moaned loudly with each pump, struggling to control my hips. I soon felt something building up inside of me, something I knew was an orgasm. My moans became louder, my mouth basically permanently open in an extended sigh of pleasure. I gripped her breast harder and used my other hand to grip the sofa as if trying to hold on. And in the middle of all this, she asks:

"Hey, do you know what edging is?"

I manage to shake my head. She giggles.

"Let me show you, darling."

And with that, she suddenly stops masturbating me and also tightens her grip. I groan at this, in pure frustration, being oh so close to letting out all that pent up pleasure she's been giving me. She still stroked me, but slowly, and her grip was so tight there was no way I would be shooting out anything. Then, after ten seconds or so, she began again. I swallowed, as I began to understand what 'edging' was.

"You-You're mean."

I sighed out. She smiled.

"We all have a dark side. What, you don't want me to be a bit cruel?"

I began to feel the pleasure building again.

"Yes... And noo... Fuuuck."

I managed. It was frustrating sure, but oh god it felt good. And the longer it felt good, the better. And besides, the anticipation building, I knew it was going to make it all the better when it finally happened.

"I knew it. Now, I want you to tell me when you're going to cum, okay? Can you promise me that, darling?"

I hesitated only for a moment before nodding. And, so I did, when about a minute later I could feel myself at the breaking point. I exclaimed my warning, and instantly, I felt her grip tighten like a vice, shutting down my hope of an orgasm. During the cooldown time she tortured me with, she once again leaned down and began teasing my head with her tongue. It felt good, oh so good, but not nearly good enough to get me to an orgasm. Then, she began sucking me. For real this time, not just to wet my cock. She took it deep. Not all the way to the base, but still deep. And again, when I felt so close, so close it felt as if I would explode, I shouted out my warning, and she stopped immediately. At this point, I was close to going mad. My breathing was ragged, my whole body was shaking, and my hips vibrated, making my cock slightly jerk up and down in her hand.

"OH, come now, you're so anxious to get it out. Don't you want this to last?"

She teased. I nodded.

"Good. Then I know just what to do."

With that, she stood, leaving my cock entirely. At first, I was frantic about this, but before I could plead with her to go back to it, she began doing something else. Taking off her panties, namely. I could catch a quick glance of her shaved pussy before her dress fell over it again.

"Mmm, look at this... You've already made me all wet."

She took her panties and stuck them in my face. Indeed, there was a wet spot, alongside an intoxicating smell.

"You like that? Well, feel for yourself."

She took my hand by the wrist and guided it to the spot between her legs. Indeed, it was so wet. I could feel it, stroking my fingers alongside her lips. She let out a low, drawn-out moan when I did this.

"Yeah, that's right. Make your big sister feel good, you dirty little panty-sniffer."

Her playful insults only made me more turned on. It sort of reminded me of the sibling rivalry we had when we were young, and reminded me that I and she were, in fact, siblings. A thought that disturbingly enough made me more turned on. I guess it was because I felt so totally safe with Jessica. Even if she teased and tortured me, I knew that she was nice and that she genuinely loved me. So, I let her, without a moment's hesitation, I let her take control, and do as she wished. So, when she took away the panties, and crawled onto the sofa, and, with a grin, sat on my face, I gladly accepted it.

She sat so she could still give my penis some attention, but it was now my turn to please her, that much was clear. She didn't even have to tell me. So, I took a grip of both her thighs to hold her steady, and began using my tongue the best I could. This made her moan, which I took to be a good sign.

"Yeah... That's good."

I felt her take my penis in her hand again, rubbing the head as she had previously, to keep it standing up, proud and tall.

"Don't just... Lick the lips... Get it in a... A bit deeper."

I listened without a second thought. She knew more about this than me, so I did my best to try and force my tongue in between her lips, into her. Her moans became louder now, a lot more shrill than the deep sighs she'd been giving me before. She began grinding her pussy against my face, which I took as encouragement to try and please her more. Soon, my face was drenched in her juices. I could also smell her, and it was delicious. It was a sweet, thick smell, that matched the taste. Quite frankly, I was in heaven, lying under her, pleasing her.

All I wanted was Jessica to be happy. Of course, it was, she was my sister, and I loved her. Me being able to finally do that, after the entire week of her feeling gloomy and down was so nice. I hoped I could treat her better than Rick did. I hoped we would never fall out as they did. But I also didn't want to worry about that, so I just relaxed, and listened to my big sister Jessica moan, as I licked her pussy with all my heart.

I felt her grip on my penis progressively get tighter and tighter. I knew that what I was doing was working, but I wasn't prepared for her orgasm, which showered over her, and literally me. Her juices flowed freely, onto my mouth and chin, and I happily licked it all up. It didn't taste bad at all. And, as she almost heaved from her apparent orgasm, I felt proud.

I kept licking her, a bit more gently though. I didn't know if she wanted me to stop, so she could catch her breath, or if she wanted to keep going, so I decided to go with something in-between. Her breathing slowly calmed, and returned to the deep breaths again, as placed her hand on my hip, and leaned against it. After a minute or so of her recovering, she giggled

"Not that bad for a virgin."

She sat up straight, putting more of her weight onto my mouth.

"You actually made me orgasm. Good boy."

She teased, looking down at me from over her shoulder, biting her lip and all. She ground against me. In response, I locked my arms tightly around her thighs, and dug my tongue in deeper, practically pressing my face into her as hard as I could. In response, she let out a shriek of pleasure, followed by a giggle.

"Good boy indeed. Now... Don't you want your little reward?"

I paused.

"That's right. You've been such a patient little good boy. Don't you want to... Finish it?"

I nodded.

"Like I thought."

With that, she got off of me and held out her hand.

"Come on. Don't be shy now."

Like a puppy almost, I took her hand and eagerly followed her, as she led us both into her room, swaying her hips, and raising her dress above her waist, to show the treat I was about to get. My cock was once again burning with hunger and anticipation. Getting a handjob had felt so good. Getting a blowjob had felt amazing. I wondered how it would feel to finally put myself inside of Jessica. I thought it would probably feel like melting.

She laid down on her back on her bed, and hungrily, I got on top of her. I pushed up her skirt, so that my cock slid in between her lips, gliding against them, as my mouth started searching for her breasts. She laid a hand on the back of my head and held it against her breast, encouraging me to give her nipple some attention, while I ground my hips against her sex. She started moaning again.

"Ah, I didn't know I teased you so much. You must've gone mad."

She said but got no response aside from my continued interest in her body.

"Come now, darling. Put it in. I'm anxious to see how you feel."

Swallowing, I leaned back, away from her breast, and took my cock in my hand. Finally, the moment was here. She was lying bare in front of me, ready to accept my hard and rigid cock. She bit her lip invitingly. And so I did, guiding it toward her lips. I felt the soft wetness part as I slowly pushed it in.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, like that."

She said, the anticipation dripping in her voice. With a final push, I drove past her lips, and we sighed out in unison. It felt amazing for me. So wet, and warm. I have no idea how to describe the sensation, except literally euphoric. Her muscles gripped me tightly and seemed to convulse in such a way it was rubbing the head of my cock. Without any further hesitation, I leaned forward, placing both my hands on the bed, and pressed in further. Jessica placed both hands on my back, and pressed me into her, hugging me tightly as I drove in every inch I had. Apparently, my oral foreplay had done the trick, for I slipped in without a hitch. And when I reached the end, it felt exactly as good as I had imagined. I buried my head in her neck and slowly began to pump in and out of her. I was afraid to burst then and there, from all the build-up, as well as the sheer pleasure I was feeling.

Jessica began running her hands up and down my spine, sending shocks up it.

"Oh, you're so good."

She said in a needy voice.

"Fuck me. You've earned it, so fuck me!"

With that, I pulled out almost completely and shoved it in hard, eliciting a sharp moan from her. I did it again, and again, each time a bit quicker. I hit her hips hard with my own, honestly, without abandon, as I fucked my sister feverishly. She moaned out with each thrust, tightening her grip around me, and also wrapping her legs around me, using them to press me into her. Each time I would thrust, she would press her legs down, driving me in even deeper.

I pressed my self up, hanging over her so I could thrust more easily. Now, I could see her breasts bouncing with each thrust I gave her. So thick, so bouncy. But, even more, enticing was her face. Her mouth was in an O shape, giving out low groans of pleasures each time our hips met, her eyes staring right into me, her gaze just asking for more. I realized she held nothing back, as we fucked. She didn't even attempt to stifle her moans or hide her pleasure. And fuck, that was hot.

"You wanna cum?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, give it to me, darling. Fuck me, and give me your seed!"

She moaned out before she latched onto my chest. I shuddered, as she put her lips onto my nipples again, gladly sucking on it. That was the final thing needed, and within moments, I felt the build-up within my core. I could feel the orgasm beginning in my back, and traveling all the way through my cock, and out of me, into my sisters awaiting pussy. As my face contorted in pure pleasure, I saw a smile spread on her face, as she felt me filling her up. For what felt like an eternity, yet painfully short, I shot out several streams of my thick cum into her, with her moaning gladly at each one entering her.

Then I collapsed onto her, sighing out deeply. She giggled, and wrapped her limbs around me again, cooing contently at me being so exhausted.

"Such a good boy. You deserved that."

She gently kissed my neck again, and stroke my back. I didn't have the energy to react. I simply laid there, content in the afterglow of losing my virginity to my big sister, with my now shrinking cock still resting inside of her, surrounded by my sperm. At that moment, I wondered if she was on birth control. That was, however, only a passing thought, that I quickly forgot, as I felt myself begin to slumber, of all things.

I rolled off of her, to the side, and gathered myself, staring into the roof. I was thinking about everything, yet nothing. There was simply too much going on at once for me to focus on anything in particular. My sister, she crawled up beside me, laying a thick leg over me, and pulling me closer.

"You were wonderful. Honestly. Like I said, any girl would be happy to have a sweet guy like you."

"Yeah... And... I'm happy to have you."

She snuggled tightly to me, pressing her warm body into mine. As I said, she was a bit thicker, all around, not just around her breasts and butt, but that was fine. That honestly made her more cuddly, as we lay there.

"I love you, Jessica."

"I love you too."