My father died when I was young. Not too young that I don't remember him, but too young for anyone to lose their father. I was only sixteen when he died tragically in a car accident. I'd just gotten my license myself, and it honestly made me a little scared to get behind the wheel for a while. That is, until I'd read the letter he'd left behind to all of us. In it, he'd called me the new man of the house and that, as I got older, I'd be more and more responsible for taking care of my mom and my sister.
My mom eventually remarried, though it took her about five years before she even considered dating again. The man she married seemed like a decent man, but I was already out on my own. However, my sister was still living at home, and she didn't like Ted, my mom's new husband. He never once tried to get me to call him dad and tried to be my friend more than anything. He must have considered me a man already, so he knew he would never be able to be much of a father figure to me. And even though he never insisted on Sadie, my sister, calling him dad, it seemed to bother him when she would call him Ted. Mom never noticed it, but I did during those rare visits.
I have an apartment just a couple miles from home. I blasted my way through college as quickly as I could, while still living at home. I took extra courses and got into a teaching program in three years. I was able to complete my student teaching hours and get a teaching job at the local middle school by the time I was 23. Mom and Ted had been married a couple of years, but my last two years of my schooling, I'd also been working full time for the school district as a daytime custodian and Cross Country and Track assistant coach. When I got the fulltime teaching job at the middle school, I wasn't able to keep the coaching job, due to time restraints. However, they'd just implemented sports in the middle school again and were starting with Football and Track & Field. I jumped right on it and applied for the coaching positions. I wasn't much of a football player, having been a runner, but I was a big football fan and enjoyed the sport enough to know what I was talking about. I was made the offensive line coordinator.
Two years have passed since I became a middle school English teacher and OL Coordinator for the football team as well as the head Track & Field coach. I haven't visited home for a while, being so busy during the school year, and being part of summer training camps, especially since this summer, they've added Cross Country as a sport. I made the hard decision to leave the football team and become the head Cross Country coach at the school's request as I've cultivated some strong runners in the long, short and middle-distance events.
One day, after Cross Country practice during our summer training, I was surprised to find my sister waiting for me on the stairs leading up to my second story apartment. She looked like she'd been crying, but she put on a big, toothy smile for me as if nothing was wrong.
"What's up, Sadie?" I asked climbing the stairs slowly as my legs were still tired from Cross Country practice.
"I can't drop in on my big brother?" she asks, standing up to greet me. I may not have visited home in a couple of years, but Sadie and I do get together for dinner at least once every two weeks. Sometimes more.
"You know you can," I grinned at her. "I'm always happy to see my baby sister," I said, teasing her. She hated when I called her that. When she hugged me, I noticed the duffle bag sitting by my door. "What happened?" I called her out, pulling her off of me gently.
"I can't come and stay with my brother for a few days?" she asks hopefully.
"Well, yeah, you know you're always welcome here, but you look like you're packed to move in," I exaggerated slightly.
"That's not even my big duffle, relax," she rolls her eyes. "But you know what? Forget it, I'll call Angel."
"Hey, hey, hey," I said quickly, gripping her shoulders to make her look at me. She couldn't hide her tears this time. "Come inside," I said. "Let's talk."
I picked up her bag and opened the door for her.
"Why didn't you use your key?" I asked her.
"I thought it would be too presumptuous to just make myself at home," she said.
"After how many times I've suggested you get out of Mom and Ted's house and live with me?" I asked her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," she grumbles.
I dropped her bag next to the kitchen table and then followed her over to the couch to talk. She sat at one end, in her tiny, denim shorts and plain black tank top that did nothing to conceal her massive weapons standing perkily on her chest. Her long slender neck was fully exposed due to her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. I'd always thought if she hadn't been born my sister, I'd be with her. Maybe that's why I haven't had many girlfriends. I've always compared girls to her and they've never matched up. I'd never admit it to even myself, but I'd secretly had a crush on my sister, since even before we were teenagers. I'd never once done anything inappropriate with her, or even really fantasized about her, but that was because of how much I truly loved my sister. I'd do anything for her to protect her and make her happy. Now, she's sitting on my couch, upset about something at home.
"So, what's going on, sis?" I asked her.
"Ted's a creep," she said. "Like he's always been."
I scrunched my forehead. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Well, you know how he's always tried to get me to call him Dad or Daddy," she said with a shiver. "It was weird four years ago, and it's even weirder now."
"He still doesn't like when you call him Ted?" I asked.
Sadie shook her head. "No, and Mom won't listen to me, so we end up fighting and, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I packed a bag and left," she said quickly.
I stared at her, unsure of what to say. I knew she never liked Ted, but I never really saw why. I wasn't there long enough to see it. I got weird feelings from him from time to time, but I chalked it up to not really knowing him and him standing in the place my dad used to be. But now, I've realized that it's because of how he treats Sadie when I'm not around. How much worse had it become since I hadn't been around more than a handful of times the past two years?
"Sadie, I'm sorry," I said. "I wish you'd told me."
Sadie sighed heavily. "I should have called you," she admitted.
"Yeah, but I should have been around more," I said. "Maybe I would have seen it."
"Can I stay here for a few days?" she asked after a long pause between us. "Just until things cool down?"
"Sis, you can stay here as long as you want," I told her. "I'm sorry I don't have another bed in the second bedroom, but we can take care of that later. For now, I hope the couch is okay."
"Oh, I love this couch, it's super comfy," she says, rubbing her hands on the fabric.
"Good," I said. "I stink, so I'm going to go get cleaned up. Wanna go get lunch?"
"That sounds good," she says, finally giving me a real smile as opposed to the one she'd forced when I found her on my doorstep.
"Good," I said. "It's my treat. Just relax and I'll be out in a few minutes."
I grabbed a towel on my way to the bathroom and then shut the door behind me. I turned on the water to my shower and stripped out of my running clothes while the water warmed up. I inspected myself in the mirror. I'd kept myself in decent shape since graduation. Of course, being a coach over the years has helped that greatly. Even as a Cross Country and Track runner in high school, I'd never managed a full six-pack, but once I became a Football coach and started working out with the weights in the small, middle school gym more, I've developed more of a chiseled physique than I had before. I won't exaggerate my cock size, but it does stand tall at a solid six to seven inches when fully erect. Of course, that's more of an estimation since I've never actually measured myself. Hey, not every guy does that...do they?
Snorting at myself in laughter, I got into the shower and began to rinse the sweat off of my body. Then, I washed my hair with my 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner combo, using it to wash my face as well to clean my thick, red beard. As my eyes were closed, my imagination began to wander back to my sister and how sexy she'd looked in those tiny shorts and little, black tank-top. Her very full tits filling the tight top so much it lifted the hem of her shirt up off of her shorts, exposing her creamy, white belly and the tight little muscles in her stomach.
Sadie never did any sports, but as far as I remembered, she did yoga every morning to keep herself in shape. Knowing that didn't help this unnatural attraction I was starting to realize was being stirred back up again. If she was going to be staying here, I had to deal with this secret on my own so I wouldn't try and act on it and fuck up the special relationship I had with my sister. I didn't want her to go from one uncomfortable home where her stepfather was after her, to her actual older brother doing the same thing. It'd make me no better than him.
So, instead, I took matters into my own hands. Literally, I took my rigid cock into my hands, trying not to imagine Sadie, but she's all I could think about. I gave in and thinking about those plump, full breasts squeezed around my cock, or her full, pouty lips wrapped around it as she sucked me off. But I froze as I heard the bathroom door shut.
I peaked around the curtain to find Sadie standing there, biting her lower lip as she unbuttoned her tiny, little shorts.
"Sadie," I gulped. "What are you doing?"
She gave me a crooked smirk as she wiggled out of the denim shorts, showing that she hadn't been wearing any panties today. I gulped again as she stood up and exposed a smoothly shaved pussy to me. I gawked in wonder as she lifted her black tank top up over her head and her full, plump tits bounced back into place.
"Sis, please..." I pleaded with her, hoping she knew I meant for her to stop.
Her tits jiggled as she took deliberate steps towards me, her hands behind her back as she covered the short distance to the shower. I backed away, realizing she wasn't going to stop until she joined me. But why wasn't I stopping her? This wasn't right. She's my baby sister. But she didn't look like a kid anymore. Not with that body.
"Let me help you with that, big bro," she said and then sunk down to her knees, gripped my meat in her hand and then slowly licked me from balls to helmet. Then, she placed a sweet kiss on the tip before spreading her lips over my cock, sliding me until I hit the back of her throat. Amazingly, she had no gag reflex as she deepthroated me. She pulled back just as slow and then pushed forward again, gradually picking up speed until I couldn't hold it back anymore and I filled her mouth and throat with hot, sticky cum.
Knocking on the door snapped me back to reality. I looked down and found my own hand wrapped around my cock and ropes of semen dripping down the wall of the shower on their way down to the drain. It'd all been my imagination.
"Jaden, you okay in there?" Sadie asked from behind the door. "Do you need a hand?" she teased.
"Ha!" I said trying not to sound nervous. "Good one, sis. I'll be right out."
