I managed a weak smile at the thought of the imminent visit from my youngest sister. We had grown closer over the years and were really best friends, confiding in each other over everything. She had supported me throughout the ordeal with my ex and her call was no real surprise. She still lived at home with our parents but was saving like mad for a place of her own. All during the divorce, she often spent time at my pad, sometimes overnight. Our parent's were happy that she was keeping an eye on me and I was certainly glad for her uplifting demeanour.
Smiling ever more, I took a shower to freshen up and then waited for her arrival. On the appointed hour, a knock at my door announced her arrival. I flung it open and she immediately hugged me fiercely.
"Oh Markie, I'm so sorry. I know how much you wanted it to work but it's for the best."
"I know," I said, returning the hug, "I just hate the finality of it."
"I understand. Why do you think I haven't dated again?" She pushed the door shut and locked it. "I'm well rid of that prick and his family."
She had been unceremoniously labeled a slut by her last boyfriend and his family when she'd fallen pregnant. The sheer stress had caused her to miscarry and she swore off guys for good and so far, she'd been true to her word.
We were both content to socialize with each other, occasionally going to a club, sometimes to dinner but generally, just hanging out together, either at my place or at her home. Let it be said that we gave no cause for suspicion, either by action or thought. We really just had a lot of fun together.
"Yeah, I agree. By the look of things, I should be glad she's gone." I picked up her bag and said, "I'll put this in the bedroom. Won't you open the wine? I'll be right back."
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "Now there's the Markie I like to see. Hurry back."
I dropped her bag in the bedroom and returned a few seconds later. She was pouring us each a glass of dry red from the bottle I'd opened before she arrived.
"I thought you were saving this for a special occasion," she commented as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Well, I was and this is it. I guess I'm celebrating two things; my new freedom and your fine company." I sat on the couch as she handed me my glass.
"Flattery, hmm, I could get used to that." She giggled and sat facing me. "Cheers Bro', here's to freedom...and fine company!" We touched glasses and drank to the toast. "You're looking better than you sounded an hour ago."
"I am indeed. You have a way of making me happy. If you weren't my sister, I'd date you in a heartbeat." She raised her eyebrows at my statement and grinned.
"Uh-huh, I thought so. I feel the same way. Life can be cruel sometimes." She looked at me with wide eyes over the rim of her glass. "We'd make the perfect couple."
"I agree with you Pam." I looked at the creature opposite me in a new light. My little sister was a beautiful woman. She has auburn hair and big green eyes that compliment her in every way while her voluptuous curves were in sharp contrast to her skinny school years where she'd been an avid athlete. She wriggled with obvious pleasure at my stare.
"I'd swear you were perving me just then," she said, "but I don't mind. You're not so bad yourself." I'd managed to keep fit through sport and regular tours of duty in the army reserves. I smiled at her compliment.
"Thanks Sis'. You're looking extra-gorgeous, by the way." She filled her jeans and tight blouse very nicely. I had to look away then. I was having wicked thoughts about her and I just had to.
"Don't look away, I appreciate the compliment Mark. It's been so long since I got a genuine one." She leaned forward and made me look at her again. "I mean that."
A sudden ache in my chest when our eyes met was sending all the wrong signals to my brain. It was as though I was falling for her...my own sister!
"I'm having strange feelings too. Here, feel this." She took my hand and put it on her chest. I could feel her heart thumping fast and her body was trembling, just like mine. I took her hand too and placed it on my chest.
