Jenna had been in hard spots her whole life, but I'd never seen her this unkempt before. She looked like she hadn't slept in days; her eyes were puffy and most of her long curly brown hair was up in a careless loose bun.
She would still turn heads even in the state she was in ... it was just that looking like you hadn't slept in days wasn't the way to go if you made your living as an "Exotic Dancer".
"Hey, Lazy," she called to me from the bottom of the driveway, "Are you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna come get these bags."
I had to wonder what she'd been up to lately.
"I'd rather stare at you," I replied.
She put a hand on her hip and pouted. She wasn't used to having to ask guys to do anything for her.
"Get these bags and you can stare all you want."
I felt a wave of perverse lust wash over me; she was in fantastic shape and she was barely dressed in tiny jean shorts and a tight tank top that did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Can I get a hug too?" I asked, making eyes at her breasts.
"Sure," she laughed, her pout turning into a sly smile.
I shuffled down the gravel driveway admiring her firm shapely legs, wide hips, and of course, the perfect natural full breasts. She was the hottest thirty-six year old woman I knew and the only one who could hang upside down on a pole every night.
I'd wanted to fuck her as long as I could remember but as fate would have it - she would have to be my sister.
My Niece, Helen, grumpily pushed past me and walked across the yard towards the house without even saying hello. She'd always been a less cheerful and younger version of her mother but today she seemed particularly sour. She looked like she'd just gotten out of bed herself - although it was early afternoon.
"What's wrong with you?" I turned and asked her.
"Too much overtime," she snapped, looking back at Jenna.
"Sorry, Bob," Jenna said defensively, "She must be on the rag or something."
I watched as Helen sashayed up the driveway; she had her mother's walk, the kind of walk that made guys take a second look, and I was no exception.
"She's a mess sometimes," she put her hand on my shoulder, "I just need her to stay for the holiday weekend, okay?"
"No worries." I said, absently taking the opportunity to admire her heart shaped ass as she bent back over to pull a backpack out of the trunk. "How are you doing these days?"
"Alright, I guess."
She'd recently broken up with her boyfriend and 'alright' was the best she'd been since. They'd never married but they'd been together so long it was hard to not think of them as husband and wife.
I was happy he was gone.
"Have you heard from him lately?" I asked, hoping she hadn't. He was a former customer of hers - and a complete asshole as well.
"It's over this time, Bob," she said unconvincingly, "I swear."
"I've heard that one before."
She sighed and looked up at the house.
"I don't know how long I can keep up with Helen, everything I've had to do ... you know how it is."
"I like having her around," I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth I wondered if Jenna might question my enthusiasm.
I did look forward to their visits, it just probably wasn't a good idea to let her Mother know how much ... or why.
Helen was old enough to move out but hadn't quite made the transition out of their apartment yet. Jenna had started bringing her to my house on the weekends to help keep an eye on her while she danced at Charlie's.
Helen was cute and thin, with all of her Mother's looks but the body of a very young woman, lithe and firm.
It was nice having my niece around. It gave me the chance to interact with a young woman and see my sister, something I hadn't done on a regular basis in a long time.
"Money isn't what it used to be," she continued, "This town's too small and I've prick teased just about every dude around here already."
She fidgeted with her top and I absently watched her tits jiggle. I was sure that having great tits was a big part of her income but I had a theory that they were probably the cause of most of her misery too.
"I gotta pull some fat tips this weekend or I'm outta luck - I'll probably have to leave town."
"Come back home," I offered, "Mom and Dad would've wanted you here."
"Would you want me here?"
"Of course!"
I never wanted her to leave in the first place.
"We're too old to be living together," she said dismissively.
"Who says?" I asked, "I love you ... doesn't that matter?"
She waved away my question.
"Where else would you go then?" I asked, "The only family you have left is me and I can't follow you if you need me."
She leaned forward and took my face in her hands.
"You're so fuckin' sweet," she sniffled, "Why can't I find a dude like my kid brother?"
I pulled her close and claimed my hug.
"I know that you would be there for me," she said quietly into my shoulder, "And I know that no matter what happens I can count on you to come to my rescue ... and I know you wouldn't be mad about it."
"Yeah, you're right; I always did let you have your way!" I teased.
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes as if she was measuring me, our noses only a few inches apart, it made me slightly uncomfortable.
"And you always will," she replied.
I had to consciously stop myself from leaning down and kissing her, she seemed to read my thoughts and smiled again.
"Of course," I conceded.
She put her head on my chest and held me.
I forced myself to relax and enjoy the warmth of her body. She'd always seemed to absorb the sun's rays and radiate it back - and I always imagined that she seemed to have a glow about her when I remembered us as children.
"When was the last time you had a girlfriend, Bobby?" She asked abruptly, snapping me out my thoughts.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
She smiled up at me and ran her fingernails along the back of my neck.
"When was the last time you even saw a real pussy?"
Now I was truly uncomfortable.
"No wonder you're losin' customers." I poked her stomach to make her back up a few inches.
"I'm just asking!" She ignored my pokes and pressed her full soft breasts more insistently against my chest. "Well? How long has it been?"
"A long time, okay?"
She put her head back on my chest.
"Got a thousand dollars?"
"What?"
"Do you have a thousand dollars? she repeated.
"Do you need to borrow some money?"
"I couldn't pay you back so I'd have to earn it!"
"What?"
She sighed dramatically in exasperation, grabbed my hands, and pulled them around her waist so I was holding her.
