My trip out west, to the sunny state of California, began when Mom called asking if Cindy, my sister, could live with me. Mom said Cindy didn't want to ship her things and asked me to drive her U-Haul back. I sighed. Driving a lumbering truck across the country was not my idea of a fun road trip, but Mom said please so I said yes.
I loved my sister and was sad when she ran off to Hollywood to become a star, but she had been eighteen and above average attractive with a bit of acting skill. Mom said if she was able to find someone to help her, she'd go far. After a few years, she did find someone. She not only found him, but she married him. A producer, twice her age, who said she was going to be the next big thing. My naive sister believed every word that dropped from his lying forty-year-old mouth. I wanted to head west to kick his ass, but Mom said Cindy was old enough to make her own decisions and we were to let it be.
No one but Cindy was surprised when Mr. Hollywood turned out to be a skirt-chasing alcoholic. Again, I wanted to head west, but Mom said no. She said it was Cindy's issue and it would have to be Cindy who dealt with it. She didn't, she just let it ride.
Through hard work and effort, Cindy gained a modicum of the stardom she'd sought. She gained a cult following thanks to the low-budget Sci-Fi movies she starred in, and that was her reason why she stayed with her man. For reasons I couldn't fathom, she believed Mr. Hollywood was the reason for her success.
She also believed he loved her, but he didn't. According to Mom, it had been a loveless marriage from the beginning, which surprised me since she wouldn't leave, but Mom said I wouldn't understand. She was right, I didn't.
The final straw came when her husband found a new girl and began prancing her all over town. Unlike my sister, the new girl had gotten a few major parts in a couple of blockbusters. It didn't help that she looked like a barely legal teen with full perky tits, a flat stomach, and a tight round ass. It also didn't help that soon after they met Mr. Hollywood declared his love for the younger starlet. To be fair, Cindy wasn't ugly but since she was a few years from forty, she was no longer Hollywood pretty.
I felt bad for her, but I still wasn't excited to fly, then drive across the country. The day finally arrived and I got onto the plane. Eight hours later, after a crying baby and an hour and a half layover, I was standing at my hotel's check-in desk. Exhausted, and then confused, I signed the paperwork. Confused because the guy at the desk said my wife was already in the room waiting. He seemed unfazed when I said I didn't have a wife and then my confusion cleared when he described her.
"She's your age, but shorter. About five-three with warm chestnut hair. It flows over her shoulders like a gentle waterfall which splashes down onto her full breasts." My eyebrows raised as his eyes got lost in the memory and his mouth grew a small smile. "She is the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. And the way her teardrop breasts still fight the good fight against gravity makes me believe in God. They have a tiny bit of sag to them, but every goddess should have one flaw. Something so we mortals can feel that we may be a small bit worthy of being in her presence. The rest of her is tight all over and you can tell by her ass and legs that she does yoga and Pilates." He sighed and said, "Damn, you're one lucky guy." His face grew pale when he realized what he'd been saying and tried to recover. "Uh, oh my God, I'm so sorry. I've been taking a descriptive writing class and sometimes can't help myself—"
I held up my hand not wanting to hear another drooling lecture about my sister's body. As I headed for my room, I tried to figure out why she decided to meet me here instead of at her McMansion of a house.
"Hey, I thought—," I said as I entered the room. My jaw clacked shut when I saw my sister standing in the middle of the room, naked as a jaybird.
Her hands were up, drying her hair when she turned toward the door giving me an unobstructed view of her body. I'd seen her naked many times in her movies, more than I'd seen any other woman naked in my life. I wasn't as struck as the kid at the front counter, but I wasn't immune either.
"Wanna shut the door," she asked raising her eyebrows and smirking.
"You're naked," I said looking away.
She laughed, "Do you know how many people have seen me naked? I've been nude on set in front of a couple dozen people so many times I don't even notice it anymore."
I'd like to think on a normal day I wouldn't have looked back, but it had been over a year since I'd seen a naked woman. Even longer since I'd seen someone so attractive. I couldn't help myself, I was enjoying the view more than I should have. Her bouncing as she talked didn't help at all. Unfortunately, her humor died a quick death and her teeth ground together when I asked, "Why're you in my room?"
She huffed as she turned away, bent over, and began digging through her bags. My sex-deprived mind was being given an unrestraint look at my sister's pussy and I wasn't sure how to react. Part of me screamed, 'Look away, she's your sister'. A different part of me was mentally balls deep inside of her creamy opening and making her scream my name. The 'she's your sister' side won and I pulled my eyes away. She spun around and said, "Once the divorce finalized, Hollywood told me to vacate the house. I've been here ever since."
"What about your stuff?"
"This is my stuff," she said indicating the bags she was digging through.
I looked at her gear. Even with the bag, I'd brought, we wouldn't have had enough to fill a good size car trunk let alone the U-Haul I'd rented. "No, I mean the bigger stuff, pictures, furniture, things like that?"
"Whatever he isn't keeping is being shipped to your place." My eyebrows furrowed and she sighed, "Don't worry, it's not that much. I didn't want any of it anyway, besides he gave me a huge settlement and a nice monthly alimony check. Anything I lost, I can buy later."
"Cin, I'm exhausted, I need some food and sleep, but I know you rented a U-Haul, that's why I flew out here, remember."
"Since we won't need it, I canceled the rental. Even if we got the truck we wouldn't have been able to take it to the house. Little miss new twat doesn't want us there without supervision."
"She's afraid you'd steal from your own house?"
She growled and mumbled as she put her clothes on. "It's her house now. He moved her in the day I left."
My heart broke for her. Gone were the impure thoughts as I pulled her into my arms for a brotherly hug. She shook and I squeezed her tighter thinking she had been crying. She caught me off-guard when she leaned back and roared with laughter.
"That little cunt actually had the nerve to say she didn't want a moving truck in the driveway because she didn't want it to make them look poor."
Confused, not only by her laughter but also by her statement, I said, "Didn't I read she was from some dirt farm in Alabama?"
"You mean her bio?" I nodded and she shook her head. "It's all exaggerated. According to her well-scripted bio, she grew up on what used to be a sharecropping farm, which is true. What the bio doesn't tell you is her grandfather, the former Governor of Mississippi, tore the hundred-and-fifty-year-old shack down to build his mansion. Mr. Hollywood's place is actually a downgrade from where she grew up." She sighed as she fell into the room's only chair.
