Matthew Harrison was relieved to finally get home. Two subway rides and a four block walk in a drenching rain was the fitting end to a lousy day. Pulling off his soaked jacket he held it out into the hallway and shook, lightly propelling the water off the nylon garment. Matt knew if he shook the jacket inside the doorway his entire tiny one room apartment would be wet for hours.
Tiny was the best way to describe Matt's home of 3 years. Located in a one time boarding house in a rundown Brooklyn neighborhood, the small room barely contained his queen-sized bed. It was a combination kitchen and bedroom with a dorm sized refrigerator and microwave sitting on one side of the bed. On the other side of bed was the doorway to the closet sized bathroom.
Exhausted from the day Matt plopped himself down on his bed and reached for his laptop that was resting on his pillow. The screen came on adding light to the dimly lit room. Matt's plans tonight were no different that all of his other recent nights. A couple of hours of surfing the web looking at porn, ending with him dumping a load of self induced cum onto his stomach.
It had been more than sixteen months since the 26 year old department store clerk had broken up with Emily his first and only girlfriend of four years. Emily had become frustrated with his lack of ambition and earning potential. Matt couldn't blame her, he knew she deserved better. To make things worse he discovered that Emily was now engaged and planning a spring wedding, while he hadn't even dated anyone since their separation.
Matt knew it was unlikely he would ever find anyone half as wonderful as Emily again. At six feet tall, Matt unfortunately had the physique of the Pillsbury Dough Boy. His soft and flabby body was a sharp contrast to Emily's well-toned condition. Add to that his chronic shyness, Matt felt certain he was destined to spend his life alone.
Now lying flat on his bed, Matt raised his backside up and peeled down his damp jeans.
Navigating to his favorite movie website, Matt began to stream an asian girl on girl flick while reaching down into his boxers to fondle his soft member. After only a few minutes of experienced manipulation, he could feel the blood flowing down to his now quickly hardening penis. Matt knew his tool, while not extraordinary was above average and certainly not anything to be ashamed of. Measuring slightly over seven inches when erect, it was the one thing he liked about his body.
The stimulation of the video and the stroking of his hand were starting to really take hold of Matt, when he was startled by an urgent knock on the door.
What the hell is this all about? He wondered as he shouted out "Who is it?"
"It's me, Jenna" came the desperate sounding reply from behind the door.
Christ! What the hell is my kid sister doing here was his first thought as he reached down to the floor in an effort to quickly get his pants back on. Half stumbling out of bed Matt stood at the door, and just before turning the knob he looked around the room.
Shit! Looking down at the bed he saw that the porn video was still playing on his computer. "Hang on a second" he called, as he rushed over to his laptop to shutdown the browser. "Would you hurry up its cold out here" replied the female standing in the hall.
Satisfied that his room was free of anything incriminating, Matt opened the door.
Standing in front of him in the dimly lit hallway was his water soaked 18 year old sister. At just a shade over five feet tall, Jenna was a petite girl. Her long brown hair that draped midway down her back was now hanging flat with water dripping down on to her canary yellow t-shirt. Matt noticed that the rain had made her shirt virtually transparent. In fact he could clearly see the flower pattern on the bra that was covering her small breasts. Internally Matt scolded himself as he forced his eyes up to look at her face instead of her chest.
"I have been trying to call you for over an hour" was the greeting Jenna gave her older brother as she walked past him into his room. She was carrying a large black duffel bag that was clearly stuffed full.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to charge my phone last night, it's been dead all day" was Matt's sheepish reply. He then followed that up with "What are you doing here Jenna?" "Are you ok?"
"No I'm not ok" was Jenna's response. "Gabby and I had a fight and she kicked me out"
Jenna had moved to New York about two months ago from the Michigan home that she and Matt were raised in. Excited to be accepted into a prestigious Manhattan Art School, she was fortunate to find another student, Gabby, who was looking for a roommate to share expenses with.
Because of the eight year age difference, the two siblings were not particularly close, but Matt was happy when he heard that his little sister would be living nearby. It was his hope that they would spend more time together and eventually grow closer.
"Damn, what are you going to do?" Matt asked his sister.
"I don't know." "I was hoping I could stay here for a little bit"
Matt swung his arm around the room in a slow and exaggerated motion. "There really is no room here"
"Please! I have nowhere else to go" she pleaded as she surveyed the small room. Spotting an empty spot on the hardwood floor at the foot of Matt's bed on the bathroom side of the room, she exclaimed "I can sleep on the floor."
Matt started to protest, but he knew he couldn't just throw his sister out into the city. Suddenly he remembered one of his co-workers had recently mentioned purchasing an air mattress to accommodate a visiting old friend. Plugging in his phone, Matt searched through his contact list and few moments later was connected with Paul. Luck was in Matt's favor. Not only did Paul have an available mattress, he only lived nine blocks away. Matt shared the good news with his sister and told her to make herself at home while he went off to retrieve the air mattress.
Less than an hour later Matt returned home to the scent of shampoo and wisps of steam drifting from the bathroom. Evidentially Jenna took advantage of her brother's absence to take a shower.
As Matt called out to alert her that he was home, Jenna stepped into the bedroom. She looked much smaller standing there barefoot, wearing an oversized t-shirt. She was freshly scrubbed, her skin glowing with a slight pinkness from the warmth of the water.
Jenna walked around the bed and coming over along side him, she hugged him. Matt marveled at how warm and soft his sister felt as she pressed against him. Then Jenna rose up on her tip-toes and kissed her much taller brother on the cheek. Matt felt intoxicated by her clean scent. He realized how long it had been since he was this close to a girl and how wonderful it felt feeling her petite body as she held him tight.
Again Matt had to internally shake himself. This isn't just any girl for god sakes, this is you're sister. Thankfully for him Jenna broke the embrace and Matt got busy inflating the mattress and setting it down between the far wall and the foot of his bed.
"Do you have any extra sheets?" Jenna inquired.
"Yes there should be some in that bottom drawer", pointing to a tiny dresser.
