“How did you know?”
“She’s here,” I said. “At my place. She took a bus.”
I could hear him let out a loud sigh as the news sank in on him.
“Really?” He asked. “What is she doing there?”
“I guess she didn’t have anywhere else to go. Sounds like she’s been having a pretty shit time over there.”
“I don’t know what she told you,” he started but I cut him off.
“She’s going to stay here for a while,” I said.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said. “Her mother … she won’t like that at all.”
“Look dad, she’s nineteen. You can’t tell her where she can stay. And if I turn her away she isn’t going back to you. She will wind up on the street or something.”
I could hear him sigh, defeated.
“Things have been pretty tough the past bit. We have tried to get her to see but … she is stubborn. She won’t listen. I think you don’t know what you are getting into with her.”
“I’m not getting into anything. I’m just helping out my sister. Look, I’m really tired dad. I wasn’t really calling you to ask permission. I just didn’t want you to worry. She’s here and she is fine. We are working out what next steps are going to be.”
“If you say so, Brent,” he said. “I just think if she, and you too, would just see the light that is …”
“Spare me,” I said and hung up the phone.
I drank a glass of water and tidied up the kitchen. I went up to my room and passed the room that was now Bailey’s and saw that the door was closed. I hoped she would get some rest.
When I got to my room I saw the pile of discarded wet clothes she had worn to my door and scooped them up, heading down to throw them in the dryer with the rest of her stuff.
I saw the short shorts she had been wearing, the white top and her bra. I also noticed a pair of green panties. I blinked.
If her panties were here then that meant that she had been truly only wearing the button up flannel. Her pussy would have been … I shook my head. That was not something that was right for me to think about.
I turned on the dryer and went up to bed.
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The next morning I woke up with the beeping of my alarm, greeted by an unfamiliar smell of cooking breakfast. I caught the scent of bacon and eggs and toast. I picked up my phone, confused and saw that it was seven in the morning.
Then I remembered that Bailey had come the night before. I shook my head and groaned, climbing out of bed.
My sister. I had agreed to let my nineteen year old half sister stay with me. I knew that it was the right thing to do but I suspected that it was going to be difficult. I had lived alone for a long time and was pretty set in my ways. How was I supposed to continue dating, for one thing. How would I explain to the women I brought home this young thing in my house?
I stepped into the bathroom and washed my face remembering everything she had told me the evening before. The sudden change towards religion by her parents, the fights, and the punishments.
I frowned at my reflection thinking about that. Thinking about my dad spanking her, specifically. That had stuck in my mind. I hated to admit it to myself but the night before I had been having trouble falling asleep and my mind had wandered to that image. Before long I had changed things in my imagination so that it was my lap that Bailey was draped across. It was my hand slapping on her white ass cheeks. And the fantasy had progressed from there.
Eventually I found myself thrusting into my fist, the image of my half sister’s mouth wrapped around my cock, green eyes looking up into mine as I fucked her mouth. I groaned and came, spurting across my stomach and up my chest, gasping with relief.
As I caught my breath I realized what I had just done. Or rather, what I had just imagined doing. A wave of regret and self loathing washed over me as I cleaned my spunk off of my torso. My poor half sister was in the next room, needing help and protection and here I was imagining using her like one of my girlfriends.
I resolved to do better and went to sleep. That next morning I doubled that resolve, finished washing my face and headed down to where it seemed like breakfast was waiting for me.
My resolve was tested immediately upon entering the kitchen. Bailey was on the other side of the island, reaching up for coffee cups on the top shelf. She was wearing the same flannel shirt as she had in the evening before, and as she stretched, it rose up, revealing half of her round ass.
I could not help but pause, standing there transfixed by the sight. The globes of her ass were perfectly white and absolutely bare. She had not, it seemed, retrieved her panties out of the dryer. Images of a hand spanking that ass shot through my head before I came to my senses and cleared my throat.
“Need some help?” I asked.
Bailey dropped from her tip toes and turned to face me, smiling broadly. She was fresh faced, without makeup. She looked very cute with her freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, with her auburn hair tied back in a loose bun at the back of her head. One shoulder of the button up shirt had fallen down over her shoulder revealing a wide, angled V of bare flesh across her upper chest.
“Good morning,” she said happily. “And sure! Why do you have things so damn high up?”
I chuckled.
“Not so high for me,” I said, walking around the island and easily reaching up to grab the cups. “This looks good,” I said, gesturing to the breakfast of bacon and eggs she had made.
“It’s the least I can do,” she said, placing a plate in front of me. “I really am thankful, you know. It sounds dramatic but … I think you are saving my life. It feels like that, anyway.”
I did not know what to say to that.
“Don’t worry about it,” was all I managed.
We ate the breakfast and she kept up the conversation. I had lived alone for so long that I was not accustomed to talking this much first thing in the morning so I let her tell me about herself.
Over half an hour I learned a fair bit about her. She was a reader. She liked to write but doubted her own ability. She wanted to study creative writing if she ever got to college, but knew that she would likely have to work some kind of job to support herself, since writing was hard to succeed at.
Finally I pushed my plate away and told her I had to get to work.
“You know,” she said, as if it just occurred to her, “I don’t know what you do? I mean, this is a really nice place so you must be pretty successful?”
“I’m a landscape architect. Well. I also own my own company. We design and install those designs for commercial and residential clients. I would say that we are pretty successful.”
“Oh,” she said. “Cool.”
I was actually more than a little successful. We handled several million dollars of contracts every year. I was proud of how it had turned out.
When I was sixteen I had gotten a summer job as a landscape laborer. I really enjoyed it and returned the next two summers. When I was 18 I had approached my boss who owned the company asking for a full time job after the summer he had surprised me by refusing.
Instead he told me to go to college and study design. He saw something in me. He even loaned me my tuition which I paid back every summer when I worked for him. After graduating I stayed on with him working my way up.
When I had just turned thirty I was thinking about moving on to open my own business, feeling like I had risen as high as I could where I was.
My boss surprised me again by offering to sell out to me on very reasonable terms. I had been saving every penny that I could and I jumped at the chance. He slowly retired as I took over. Under my leadership we had grown every year, to the place we were at now.
I did not spend much time designing anymore. I had a team for that. I was mostly a project manager as well as the face of the company when we bid on jobs. I missed the creative side of the work a bit but enjoyed the challenge of the work. The fact that I made a fair bit of money also helped, of course.
I finished up my breakfast and, after Bailey insisted, left the cleanup for her. I headed off to a full day of work.
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I did not have much time to think about my sister but I managed to get a call in to her later that day as I drove from one site visit to another.
“Hey Brent,” she answered her phone. “How’s your day going?”
“Pretty good. Are you doing ok? Settled in?”
“Oh yeah,” she answered. “Your place is great! I’ve been watching TV. I was going to cook you supper but there isn’t much in the fridge.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “We can get some groceries tomorrow. I’ll just bring a pizza home tonight. What kind do you like?”
“Oh I’m easy,” she said. “Anything but mushrooms. They are gross.”
“I agree. Disgusting. Must be genetic, our dislike of mushrooms,” I joked.
“Oh,” she said, remembering something. “What’s the password for your Wifi? I want to get my phone on it.”
“Damn,” I said. “I forgot to set that up. I can’t remember offhand. It’s like a mix of thirty letters and numbers. I’ll get it for you tonight. If you need to get online you can just use my laptop that’s in my office.”
“Ok,” she said. “Thanks. For everything.”
“Stop thanking me,” I told her. “It’ll get exhausting! I’ll see you later with a triple mushroom pizza.”
We both laughed and hung up.
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I arrived home around seven thirty that evening. Bailey was in the living room watching some reality show on my TV but bounced up when I walked in and came over and hugged me.
I stiffened a moment then hugged her back, holding the pizza awkwardly.
She had finally changed out of my flannel shirt, wearing the same short shorts and tank top she had worn when she came in the night before. I guessed she had found the dryer. My quick glance was enough, however, to see that while she was wearing the tank top, she had skipped the bra.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, bro,” she said, arms still around me. “Sorry but you better get used to this. I’m a hugger.”
I had to admit having the young woman in my arms felt very nice. She was relaxed as she laid her head against my chest. I sighed and loosened up a bit. For that quick moment I enjoyed the contact. She was warm. Her breasts were against my chest and I could have sworn I could feel her nipples through her tank top and my tee shirt.
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