This Old House

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An unhappy sister, her brother makes a decision that affects them both.

I had just got back into my car when my phone pinged, it was from my sister, Dawn.

“Where R U?”

“Ten mins away, just got dinner for us both.” I sent my reply.

“Good, I forgot my key.”

I put my car into gear and drove away, quickly, 5 minutes later I pulled up on the drive. Parking behind Dawn’s car I got out, Dawn smiled as I grabbed our take away dinner.

We had arranged to meet at our parent’s house, and we had the task of clearing it out before selling the place. Our parents had both passed away while on holiday. Dad collapsed and died almost immediately, Mum collapsed and passed away several hours later. Although shocked by their passing, it didn’t surprise Dawn or myself that they went so close to the other, that was how strongly they loved each other.

“Pete, thank god. I can’t believe I forgot my key to the house.” Dawn sighed as she tried to hug me.

I put the food down and returned the hug, Dawn took my key and opened the door. While she served the food onto plates I opened a few windows. Dawn produced a bottle of red wine from her bag.

“You remembered the important thing then?” I poked fun at her. Dawn poked her tongue out at me, that was something she had done since we were young kids.

Although we had spoken regularly, I hadn’t seen Dawn for almost a year. She was married and lived at the opposite end of the country to me. That was partly my fault. I didn’t like her husband, more importantly I had a thing for my sister. I had never acted on my feelings, I took the cowards way out and put distance between us. Dinner was a relatively quiet affair, we would talk later. Between us we washed the plates and tidied away. I took the rubbish out, Dawn carried the wine and glasses into the lounge.

I sighed as I sat down, Dawn watched as I picked up my glass of wine. “So how have you been? Pete.”

“Not too bad. Busy with work and stuff.” I answered. What Dawn did not know was that I had recently sold my business, I was working as a freelance consultant.

I was in the position where I could choose to work when I wanted to, and for who I wanted to. Dropping everything to clear out the old house was easy for me, I wasn’t sure how Dawn had arranged time off.

“Obviously not that busy if you managed to clear your schedule to be here. What about a girlfriend, anyone in your life?”

“There’s a lot more to it than that, Dawn. But yes it was easy for me to arrange time off to be here. As for a girlfriend, nope there’s nobody at the moment. How long are you planning on spending here?”

“Let’s see how long it takes.” Dawn replied, it was the look on her face that concerned me.

We sat and talked for a while. The conversation was mostly about Mum and Dad, and memories from when we were kids. Dawn stifled a yawn, I suggested we call it a day and head off to bed.

“You take Mum and Dad’s room, I’ll take one of the others.” Dawn nodded and headed off, I looked in both spare rooms only to find there were no beds. “Fuck!” I silently cursed and went and made up the couch with blankets and a pillow.

I woke in the morning to the sound of Dawn moving around in the kitchen, I sat up and looked for my trousers.

“Want to tell me why you slept on the couch?” Dawn asked as she bought me a cup of coffee.

“There are no beds in the spare rooms. The couch seemed a better option than the floor.”

“You could have shared with me. There is plenty of room.” Dawn smiled. I wasn’t sure by her smile if she knew it would have been difficult for me, sharing a bed with her.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.” I replied, lying through my teeth

“Bullshit. you came up minutes after I did. You can share with me tonight, it’s got to be better than the couch.” Dawn replied as she walked back to the kitchen. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

I watched Dawn walk away from me, her long legs and tight cheeks were getting me hard. I put my trousers on quickly, hoping to hide my swelling cock. Dawn’s tiny vest top barely held her tits in place, she smiled and carried on eating.

After breakfast we showered and dressed in old clothes. I was going to shift some of the furniture, Dawn suggested we deal with Mum and Dad’s clothes first. By lunchtime we had all the good clothes in bags ready for the charity shop, old clothes and underwear went in a bag for the local tip. I drove into town and handed over the bags of clothes at the charity shop, the lady was polite, but bloody scary. She was 65 if not older, her make-up was plastered on trying to make her look 30 years younger. On the way back I grabbed some sandwiches for lunch.

Dawn made a start on sorting out all of Mum’s china ornaments, so I took a look into the loft. There was nothing there apart from a few old pieces of wood, I guess with Dad’s age and bad hip he didn’t climb ladders. Dawn and I had already agreed if we wanted anything from the house we would put it aside, all unwanted items were going to the charity shop. Dawn walked to the local store later in the afternoon, we needed something to cook for dinner, as well as bread and milk. That evening I found out that Dawn was almost as good a cook as Mum, she returned with a bag of stuff and knocked up a decent meal for us both.

Between us we cleared up and sat down to relax, Dawn had brought a bottle of wine earlier. I showered and changed into shorts and t-shirt, Dawn was wearing tiny shorts and a vest top. I hadn’t noticed before but Dawn followed Mum in the bust department, at a guess I would say she was a 36D. Dawn was taller with shapely legs, her wavy brown hair framed a pretty face.

High cheekbones and a small button nose, yes, my sister was a good looking woman. A glass or two of wine and a crappy film on TV, we were both falling asleep.

“C’mon sleepy head, time for bed.” I nudged Dawn and helped her up off the couch. Dawn kept hold of my hand as she headed upstairs, it looked like we would be sharing the only bed in the house.

Dawn took off her shorts and slipped into bed, thank god she was wearing panties. I took off my t-shirt and got under the covers. We had been in bed for about 10 minutes when I felt Dawn spoon into me, I lay there as if I was asleep. My cock started to chub up as Dawn lay against me, I tried desperately willing it to stop. Thinking about the woman in the charity shop did the trick, my cock softened and I fell asleep.

I woke up needing to pee, after emptying my bladder I went downstairs. I am one of those people who cannot go back to bed once I am awake. Glancing at the clock I was surprised to see it was 7.30am, I usually got out of bed around 6am. Dawn shuffled into the kitchen minutes later, she yawned before greeting me. I told Dawn to sit down, a pot of coffee was on the go.

“Did you sleep okay?” Dawn asked, stifling another yawn.

“Yeah, I went out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow.” I put the coffee on the table, the toaster popped as I turned around.

“What’s the plan for today, boss?” Dawn smiled.

“I thought you could clear out the kitchen cupboards, I’ll have an easy day and watch you work.” I burst out laughing when Dawn glared at me.

I offered to bring down some heavy items from the spare rooms, Dawn volunteered to start sorting out the kitchen cupboards. With the heavier items moved downstairs, I emptied out the cupboard under the stairs. I kept sneaking a look at Dawn as she emptied the cupboards, she needed a chair to reach the top shelves. Most of what i found was junk and destined for the tip, the prize find was a box of old photographs. I put them aside to look through later.

Dawn cooked a meal with some dry goods she found in the cupboard and some sausages that were in the fridge. Knowing that we didn’t have much food in the house I knew we would be going out for breakfast tomorrow. After we showered and changed, I suggested we look through the old photos I found earlier. Dawn was excited to see what was in the boxes.

We reminisced as we looked at the photos, there were some of us as kids on holiday. Some of the photos were of Mum and Dad before us kids entered their lives, I looked at one photo of Mum and realised how much my sister looked like her. Apart from the difference in hair style, they were almost identical. Dawn quietly studied some of the photos. I went to refill our wine glasses, and when I returned Dawn was crying.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked as I hugged her. Dawn sniffled and burst into tears again.

“I miss them so much, Pete. With them both gone and you living miles away, it is really hard for me being alone. God why is everything so fucked up?” Dawn cried as I held her, several minutes later she calmed down.

“I’m always here for you, Dawn. A phone call is all it takes. You have Richard, so you’re not alone.”

“I might as well be for all the interest he shows me. Probably because he’s too busy screwing his assistant at work.” I didn’t realise things were so rough for Dawn.

“Do you know he’s playing around, or do you just think he is?” I asked.

“I’m pretty sure he is. I did some laundry recently, one of his shirts smelt of perfume, Miss Dior to be precise. I know it’s what his assistant Gemma wears. So that and the fact he hasn’t touched me in months, yeah, I’m sure he’s cheating.” I hugged Dawn, she started crying again. I really didn’t know what to say. No doubt, whatever I said wouldn’t have made her feel better.

Dawn calmed down and reached for her wine, she took a large gulp. “If we didn’t have to sell this place, I would have moved back here myself.”