This story is 100% true. Names have been changed to protect the (not-so) innocent. Everyone is over the age of 18 and were 100% consenting.
Chapter 1
Growing up in a small, rural village in the depths of the British countryside, our family was always close. With so few people nearby, particularly around our own age, it meant my younger sister and I often spent a lot of time together. Of course, we often argued, as siblings tend to do, but never over anything too serious, and we always got over it quickly.
My sister is two years younger than me, and as we grew through our teen years and into adulthood, we remained close. We were still living at home when this all started. I was twenty, and my sister had just turned 18.
I had completed my a-levels at the same college my sister now attended, and was getting ready to go away to University. This would be the first time I'd spent any significant period away from home, and the whole family was excited but nervous about the upcoming change. My sister had been particularly sulky and argumentative for the last few weeks, but I didn't think anything of it. I just assumed she was in one of her moods.
As I said at the start, this story is 100% true, so I'm not going to tell you my sister is the most beautiful woman on the planet. She is pretty enough, particularly when she smiles. She has one of those smiles that makes the room light up and everyone around her feel better about the world. More than once she'd used that winning grin to wrap me around her finger and get her way. She was always active doing one sport of another, though she prefers solo activities to team sports. She had an absolutely amazing bum, with just the right of jiggle when she walked or ran, and that looked amazing in the tight stretchy pants she wore when doing yoga or just lounging around the house.
Her boobs were also pretty spectacular. She was just on the thick side of thin, having curves in all the right places, but her boobs stood out, quite literally! She'd always been busty ever since the puberty fairy first visited, but they'd continue to grow, and sat high and proud for all to see. I now know that they are 36D, and they always seemed to suit her frame, even if they did get in the way of her sports on occasion.
Although she got asked out reasonably often, she never really seemed to have time for dating. I must stress that I'd never thought of my sister in any inappropriate way, but I did of course notice as she grew and blossomed into a pretty young woman.
As for me, I was your typical geeky guy. Not unattractive, but I'd also never win a modelling gig. I had some success with women over the years, but nothing to write home about. I did keep myself pretty fit, having played Rugby since I was very young, and playing in a band helped, but I was still pretty naive in the ways of women when these events took place.
Our family home was a couple of hundred years old and had been a small farmhouse in its distant past. It had been added to and expanded over the years, meaning that although it only had three bedrooms, they were all spread out across the sprawling top floor. My parents' master bedroom took up most of the front of the house, with my and my sister's bedrooms tucked away at the back, along with the family bathroom. Mine was almost as large as my parents' room, one of the few perks of being the eldest, but my sister's was little more than a box room. When I went away to Uni, my sister had already staked a claim to my room, and I couldn't blame her.
One typical Saturday night, we'd all spent it in our small living room watching Saturday evening TV. There's nothing quite as rock and roll as spending a Saturday night in your twenties watching TV with your parents, but it was pretty usual for us. The nearest town was a good 10 miles away, and taxis were non-existent, so it was just easier to stay in. It had clearly been a long week, and over the course of the evening my parents had made a number of small digs at my sister over her lack of direction and focus, which culminated in an explosion of epic proportions and my sister storming off to bed around 9pm. My parents finally gave in around 10 and retired to bed, leaving me to watch TV for another hour or two before I also decided to turn in.
My room was always the coldest in the house for some reason, so I quickly got undressed and climbed under the covers to watch a bit more TV before I went to sleep. I'd been in bed for only a couple of minutes before there was a gentle knock, knock, knock on my door.
"Yes?" I said.
"Are you decent? Can I come in?" came the small voice of my sister from behind the door.
"Yeah, no worries," I said, "I'm just watching TV."
The door opened and my sister quickly darted inside and closed it behind her. It wasn't completely unusual for either of us to try to talk to the other a little before bed, particularly if there was something we wanted to bitch about. As the crossed the darkened room, the light from the TV casting interesting shadows across the small room, I noticed her eyes were a little red and puffy. She was wearing an old t-shirt with some 80's cartoon princess on it that she'd had forever. She flopped down onto the bed, sitting with her back to the wall by my feet.
"I'm done with them. They just won't leave me alone." she blurted. "I'm done with their shit, always moaning at me. I'm done. I'm going away tomorrow."
"What do you mean 'You're going away'?" I replied, using air quotes to punctuate my words.
"I'm going to stay with Lily. She's offered me a room for a few weeks and then I'll figure it out."
I stared at her trying to gauge if she was serious, and it worried me that she seemed to be.
"Come here." I said to her, beckoning her to sit next to me as I sat up further in bed. The duvet slipped from me, leaving my bare chest exposed as my sister shuffled up the bed towards me. I put an arm around her and cuddled her close, her wet cheek on my shoulder. Although we were close, we weren't the most touchy feely of families, but it seemed like she needed it.
I kissed the top of her head and just held her for a few minutes as she quietly sobbed into my shoulder. After she seemed to have stopped, I quietly piped up.
"Look, you can't just up and leave. You need to think this through more," I said. "I get that you're pissed off, but you'll feel different in the morning."
She leaned back a little and looked up at me.
"I won't feel different in the morning! There's nothing here for me, they are on my back 24/7 and I'm just done with it." she stormed.
Making a gentle shushing noise, I tried to get her to quieten down so as not to wake our parents. The walls in this old house were pretty thick, but still.
I don't know what came over me at that moment. If you asked me to explain why I said what I said next, I still couldn't, but it just felt like the right thing in the moment.
