Looking at my sister Sara you would think she is just an ordinary 22 year old. On the surface, she appears to be a well adjusted successful young lady with a good paying steady career as a computer network technician.
However, Sara has not always been the polished gemstone she is now, she has been more like a work in progress, a lump of raw ore or mineral which has undergone the refiner's fire to become a precious metal.
From all outward appearances you would have thought Sara had it all going for her. She was raised in a loving family with loving parents although they were fairly strict, but they were strict with all of us. Even though mom and dad were strict they were loving and wanted the best for us. They did what they did to teach us how to live when we got out on our own and to teach us to be self reliant .
Despite what we considered to be somewhat overly strict parental practices my sister Miranda and I adapted but Sara had trouble conforming and always ended up in trouble. This can be traced back to the differences in each of our personalities.
My oldest sister Miranda was the "dream daughter", a compliant child who did everything mom and dad asked. As she grew older, she took pride in this and became very prim, proper and even very prudish and since she was the eldest by twelve years over Sara and six years my senior, she took it upon herself to be the "Matriarch."
Miranda got straight A's in school was the president of the SGA, a National Merit Scholar finalist, and graduated Summa Cum Laude and was the class Valedictorian. She finished college with her degree in library science and married a successful plastic surgeon and lived a story book fairytale life.
Sara by contrast was everything Miranda was not. She was fiercely independent and never complied with mom and dad's orders. In fact as she got in her older teen years, she took great pride in not being compliant.
This attitude more than likely came about due to the fact that a bit of her grandfather(mom's father) in her which was becoming predominant which contributed to her non conformist streak and somewhat wild child attitude and would lead to her troubles growing up.
Sara did not finish school because at least in the traditional since in that she started to party in the eighth grade. She got into smoking, pot and drinking along with having sex and was knocked up at the age of 15. She also was caught with a gang of other girls and some guys robbing a Wall-Mart. At fifteen and preggars her life was shot to hell at least so she thought.
When she was arrested, she was lucky to have a good public defender who specialized in youthful offenders and had her case heard in family court with a judge known to give second chances but with a price. The price was not what she have picked but the alternative of seven to ten years hard time in prison was less appealing.
The price Sara had to pay for mercy over retribution had many parts. First she was sent to a special Jesuit School for wayward girls until she reached 18. In addition she was forced to give her child up for adoption and could have no contact with her child until the child turned 21. To make sure of that, the child was placed with a family across the country in a secret location.
As for myself, I was somewhat in the middle. I knew how to comply and obey the rules to "get by," but I still did what I wanted. I was a lot like moms father a natural born politician. I was good at not getting caught and when I did I was and could spin it so it looked good in my favor and could talk my way out of any tough spot.
Sara always looked up to me and knew I was "for real" in that I did not rat on her and took her under my wings and did my best to help her. Sara would end up using me as a "Father Confessor" in that she would tell me her deepest darkest secrets no matter how naughty they would be sometimes and knew I would never tell a soul
Also I never looked down on Sara. I loved her for who she was warts and all Sara knew this and loved me back and we became very close, much closer than a normal brother sister almost like soul mates.
I would finish school and go to college and major in computer science with a minor in Information systems and Finance I got my MBA and eventually became the director of Financial Operations with a moderate sized multinational company in a town three hours away from where I grew up.
When Sara was sentenced to the Jesuit school, she wrote me in college and told me she hated it and wanted to runaway. I begged her to bide her time and to do what they wanted so that she could get out in three years. I then implied that she would be an adult and could live where ever she wanted and even said if she ever needed anything I was always there for her. Little did I know she would take me up on my offer.
I had just been promoted to my position three months before Sara was released and had bought me a fairly nice 2 story 3500 sq ft 4 bedroom 4 bath house. It had a 3 car garage and a circle drive in front with a nice front porch which ran around three sides of the house and double doors in front.
When Sara was released, instead of going home like mom and dad thought she would she ran way straight to me. I got a Frantic call from mom and dad saying that Sara had not shown up like she was supposed to and had been gone for almost three weeks. I told mom I would keep an eye out for her and sure enough two days later she turned up out of the blue.
It was 7:30 on a Saturday morning in late May when I was awoken out of a peaceful slumber by a constant banging on the door and ringing of the door bell. I made my way down stairs and to the door, looking like five miles of bad road and was ready to cuss out whoever it was who had the audacity to wake me up so early on a Saturday.
I opened the door ready to lay in to whoever it was when I saw a woman with her back turned dressed very sexy. She had on very short faded light blue denim shorts that showed off every curve of and barely covered her ass. I could also tell she was wearing a hot pink halter top and from what I could tell from behind it left nothing to the imagination.
The woman turned around and was wearing sunglasses and that is when I got a glimpse of her sumptuous 34DD breasts practically spilling out of the halter top.
"James," she said with a half hesitant voice, "James Miller?"
"Yes I am James Miller," I replied
"It's me Jimmy Ray," the woman replied softly. "It's your baby sister Sara," and with that she took off her glasses to let me see her face.
I stood there amazed with my jaw open pretty much like how the Coyote's jaw drops to the ground when the Road Runner speeds away from him. There was my sweet baby sister who was all grown up standing in front of me dressed in a way that made me almost cream my pants when I saw her.
Sweet Sexy Sara stood before me her sumptuous 5'5" 130 pound 34DD-24-34 body called to me, her long shoulder length chestnut brown hair glistened in the sunlight with auburn highlights. Her crystal ice blue eyes twinkled as I saw them sparkle and I could tell she was very happy to see me.
Sara came up and gave me a big bear hug as she threw her arms around me then placed her hands at the base of my skull as she ran her hands through my hair and scratched the base of my skull
