*Note: This is long story. Please excuse grammar issues and past/present tense changes. Read tags for some content warnings.
~~~~~Spencer
Our parents were both dead now. Their years of drug abuse and neglected health finally caught up with them within a few years of each other. While neither of them left us much, our grandfather's Colorado mountain home was left to us when he passed. I lived there with my mom for a year or so before she died, too.
I was alone for a while.
My younger sister, Marlene, had moved to Michigan to live with our aunt when she turned eighteen. She wasn't able to leave our parent's custody until then, they wouldn't allow her. It was a messy ordeal which ended with them telling her to never come back or try to reach them. We didn't call often, either.
I wished I had up and left, too, no matter what they said or did. Instead, I stayed in town, didn't live too far away. Even when I had saved up enough money to go settle down wherever I wanted, I didn't.
Marnie was still a teen, I guess I just couldn't leave her with them. It resulted in me staying for six years until she left. I'd established myself in work, and was on the verge of an important promotion. Then, I was under contract.
I constantly dealt with my strung out parents, until my father had a fatal overdose and my mom tried to get clean. It was within six months that my grandfather died and I moved to Colorado with my mother in-tow. It seemed to be one of the few times fate aligned itself just right, as my work contract ended a few weeks earlier, so I could explore other career options in my new town.
Marnie didn't come to either funeral, though. Moved in with some boyfriend by then, too. Mom was gone a year later, and finally my sister returned for a short time. But it was only for me, to support my losses and grievances.
It pained me greatly for her to leave again, worse than any death I just experienced, and I was completely alone now. I didn't have any friends or other support. No one to really socialize with, unless I stayed in town a while after work for a drink or two at a bar. Otherwise it was back up the mountain to pass the time until the next workday.
I stuck to my hobbies and coping mechanisms, like working out and fixing old cars. On the occasion I brought a woman home, it was always a short lived fling. I struggled with long term relationships. It seemed like I was a good fuck, but I wasn't interesting or skilled enough to keep a girl around.
After almost three years, Marlene called me. She was so distraught, my heart broke hearing her voice. I'd never heard her this way, even after all we went through growing up.
Her relationship had gone up in smoke. They broke up, and he was kicking her out; she had nowhere to go.
"Come home then, sis. You're more than welcome here. This house is ours," I told her.
A week later, she was in Colorado with me. I gave her space to settle in to her new place, as she was still reeling from her breakup. She moved into the main bedroom upstairs, since I never took it over after our mom passed. I cleared it out of what remained before she got here.
I was thrilled to have Marnie around, but I couldn't exactly celebrate the circumstances that led her to move in with me. A near five year relationship, and the guy gave her a week to leave their apartment. What a cruel prick!
~~~~~
It was late fall. Marnie had been here a couple weeks now. The weather was getting colder, but she was used to it from living in Michigan.
Used to it enough that I came home from work and she was in the hot tub outside. She's always been something else. It was about 40 degrees out there and the sun had already set. I wondered how long she'd been in there.
I continued watching her from the upstairs conservatory. The large windows gave me an unhindered view of the valley, sunset, and patio space. I figured I should look out for her, since I noticed she had a small bottle of liquor and a pipe. Swimming under the influence can be hazardous!
Marlene was almost like a stranger to me, with her dyed black hair and pale skin-- a harsh contrast of her natural blonde hair and near permanent tan from the desert sun we grew up under. Her face had matured over the years as well, and while she was still my sister, she was just... different. Very attractive.
Not that she wasn't always, but there wasn't such a rift in our relationship that made her so... unfamiliar. I wasn't accustomed to seeing her in a bikini either. We grew up in a very modest household, and my parents were especially strict with her.
My thoughts evaporated when Marlene stood up in the water and went to climb out. As she went up the ladder, I had a great top-down view. Great? Well, yes, as I observed something.
My sister actually had tits. But she was basically flat-chested all through puberty! When I saw her at mom's funeral, she still was.
Fuck. She got secret implants and now I was feeling some type of way. Like I wanted to see them... squeeze them... listen to her moan while I pinched and sucked -
I moved away from the window, shaking my head of the image and cringing at the warmth in my pants.
That was so weird of me. I needed to get used to her being here, that's all. I would be able to see her as my sister again soon. But how did that go under the radar this whole time?
I guessed she'd been wearing a lot of lounge clothes. No reason to look extra around family. She likely wore sports bras and the like under the baggy shirts and sweaters I saw her in. Fuck.
Maybe she didn't want me to notice. Marnie had always been insecure about it, and she went as far as undergoing an operation without saying anything. Addressing it would probably upset her. But damn...
I went to bed.
~~~~~Marlene
It was odd being around my big brother after so long. He's so... grown up! Of course, he's almost 34 now. A lot changed for both of us since I moved ten years ago, but I quickly grew comfortable with him again. Spencer looked out for me a lot when I was a teen, and at times it felt like he was my only lifeline. This was a safe place for me.
Eventually, we started hanging out late and drinking. I would smoke weed, but Spencer had a serious job with random drug tests, so he didn't partake. A few months of that, once or twice a week, and all seemed fine. But I started to notice some odd things.
Sometimes, I would fall asleep on the couch while a movie was on. Weed and alcohol made me drowsy, and we were always up late. I would doze over and over. With the fireplace nearby, I didn't need pajama pants or long sleeve. I usually wore shorts and an oversized t-shirt. There was no need to worry about my attire around my brother.
