"Son, I promise we'll make it up to you."
"Don't worry about it. Enjoy your trip. I am still young and will have enough time to travel later."
I drove Mom and Dad to the airport, kissed them goodbye, and soon after they disappeared into the terminal. This was the last time I saw them alive. On the way to Mexico, there was a major storm that damaged the airplane's navigation instruments, and it fell to the ocean with everybody onboard.
...
I, Eli, was born 34 years ago, and for a long time was the only son. When I was 12, Mom decided she wanted to have another child. Dad attempted to change her mind; after all she was already 39 years old, but she refused to listen. Soon after, she got pregnant, and my sister, Sarah, was born.
It was weird to have a baby sister when I was already in high school. I helped the best I could to babysit her, play with her when I had free time, and even change her diapers on occasion. As a toddler she liked following me, and often disrupted my ability to study at home.
Everything changed when I went to college. I lived in the dorms and spent weekends at home every couple of weeks. I finished, became a computer analyst for a large software company, and bought a small house not far from my parents' home.
Socially, I was a regular guy; I kept in touch with several high school and college friends.
As for my love life, since I turned 20, I had 3 'serious' girlfriends that I went out with between 8 months and 3 years each. The first one, Joan, was pretty and funny, but she loved her phone and was on it 24/7. I lost my virginity with her. I liked having sex with her despite the fact she allowed me to use only a missionary position. I dumped her because once she answered the phone while I was fucking her. After her, I dated Lesley. She was a tall, athletic cheerleader, who liked basketball and listened to rock music. Sex with her was more interesting: Lesley's favorite sexual position was cowgirl, but she agreed to doggy style as well. She did not hesitate to give me blowjobs, as long as I didn't cum in her mouth. One time I was very horny and ejaculated all over her face. She rushed to the bathroom, cleaned herself, and left, never to return. With my third girlfriend, Barbara, I stayed for 3 years. Her face was cute, and I liked her sense of humor. We felt good together, enjoyed watching movies, played board games, and went on short trips, mostly to state parks nearby. Sex with her was fun too: We frequently diversified both the location and the position. Except for anal, everything was on our menu. Unfortunately, titfucking was not possible with her B cup breasts. We separated when her mother, who lived on the east coast, became very sick and she needed to take care of her. In the last 2 years, I did not have an official girlfriend.
I watched Sarah growing up and becoming an attractive girl. Other guys noticed her too, and began chasing her. According to Mom, she was in and out with guys, and everything became more apparent after her 18th birthday. She started drinking alcohol, ignoring our parent's instructions to stop, had sex with a guy who was known as a gang member, and even got pregnant. When he heard she was considering keeping the fetus, he left her. She underwent an abortion, and soon after began dating a rock band member. She was now in college and since dating her rocker, her scores were average at best. One day, she found the dude in bed with 2 of her friends and ran home crying. This happened a week before our planned travel to Mexico.
Sarah was too depressed to go on a trip, and I volunteered to stay and cheer her up.
...
Losing both our parents was devastating. In the first 48 hours we had relatives in and out of our house, trying to console us, bringing food, and offering to help any way possible. We politely declined everything, and a day following the funeral, at last we were alone at my parent's house.
Sarah cried much of the time and was no help. At times, I sat with her and hugged her, but other times I let her grieve and started planning for the future. I checked the finances and noticed Dad was very responsible; he had good life insurance, which guaranteed several worry-free years. Sarah's college fund was taken care of, and there were no debts, including mortgage, car payments, or other loans. In addition, of course, my salary added more financial security.
Seven days later, I sat with Sarah and said, "Sis, Everything that happened was unpredictable and sad, but we have to go on with our lives. You have to go back to college, and I must return to my job. I'd rather you come live with me, and we'll sell this house with everything in it. What do you think?"
With her eyes red, she mumbled, "Whatever you say."
The next day, we moved much of her stuff to my home, and I placed the old house for sale. Four months later, we found a buyer who was willing to take the house as is for $280,000. I wasn't emotionally attached to that house and was happy to care for only one house from then on.
Sarah gradually showed signs of recovery. She attended college and participated in her classes, though she seemed less inclined to go out with other guys. In the beginning, she dressed in baggy clothes, as if trying to hide in them. One afternoon, to cheer her up, I commented, "Sarah, I think it's time to go back to normal life, and it includes wearing your nice clothes again."
She gazed at me and blurted, "I don't feel like it. Each time I dress up, guys come over, trying to engage in talk and asking to date me."
"Honey, you cannot hide forever. Tell you what: Wear something nice, and I'll take you out. It's up to you whether to a restaurant, the movies, or another place, but it's time to be outdoors, see the sun, and realize the world outside still exists."
"Eli, you can go out whenever you want, why force me to go with you?"
"Sis, the last thing Mom and Dad told me was to take care of you when they were gone. I am sure they meant until they returned from Mexico, but the situation has changed. I am your MUCH older brother. I am determined to fulfill our parent's wish. So dress up, and let's go."
She chuckled. It was the first time I saw her smiling since the terrible accident, "we can stroll toward the small pond in the park."
...
Sarah wore a skirt and a short-sleeved blouse. She looked much better than in the last few days: Her clothes were simple, but accentuated her feminine, attractive figure. She even put on red lipstick.
I ogled her up and down and said, "Lady, you look terrific."
She blushed, "I used to wear more fancy, but I wasn't in the mood lately."
"I think if our parents were alive, they'd want you to resume normal life."
The day was really good for a nice stroll. All of a sudden, Sarah began running and shouted, "Whoever reaches the water first decides what we do this weekend."
We were too close to the pond for me to make a run for it. Instead, my eyes focused on her bouncing tits that her soft bra could not suppress. To think of it, I haven't seen my sister running ever, at least not since she was no longer a child. The thin blouse got stuck to her chest, and her rack looked much bigger and sexier than I thought. My penis agreed with me and started rising...
She was huffing and puffing, smiling at me with her chest heaving. I was walking in her direction and felt my pecker continue to harden in my pants. There was no way I could hide my 7.5" as it created a noticeable tent in my front.
Sarah joked, "It's obvious I am the winner while you are the wiener..."
