"I'm sorry about this," Damon sighed as he rolled his suitcases into his sister's living room.
Heather smiled warmly, and shrugged. "Hey, don't worry about it, she didn't deserve you and you're better off without her. I'm more than happy to have you here with me while you get back on your feet. Besides, living alone is tough. It'll be nice having someone around."
She led him into her bedroom as her white floral dress swayed side-to-side. "So you'll be staying in my bedroom, while I take Jessica's for the time-being. Since she's staying with her family over the summer, she said it was okay." Moving over to the dresser, she opened up the drawers and gestured at them. "I've moved my clothes and such into the other room, so feel free to put your clothes in my dresser. In fact, please do. I don't want to be picking up after my little brother in my own apartment," she said playfully.
"Okay, I'll be sure to do that," he said, smiling for the first time today. He looked around the room and was suddenly overcome by a whirlwind of emotions... guilt, fear, anger, confusion. His now ex-girlfriend had kicked him out unceremoniously earlier, claiming that he didn't love her anymore and that he didn't treat her like she should. In reality, he had seen the looks she and one of her friends had been exchanging lately, so he guessed she wanted to create a vacancy for him. Heather had been the only one he could call for help. His face darkened and he felt like something was caught in his throat.
"Damon..." His sister approached him with a concerned expression on her face. She reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, her chin resting on his shoulder. He could feel her large, soft breasts pressing against his chest. His hands rested against her upper back, where he could feel her bra through her dress. Her silky brown hair smelled like vanilla. While she was five years older than him at 27, he had matured and gained several inches on her over the years.
Her hands gently rubbed up and down his back soothingly. "I know things seem tough right now, but I know we can get through this if we work together. Don't ever believe that you're any less than that chick. If you're going to focus on someone's opinion of you, then focus on mine because you mean the world to me." She looked directly up at his face; she was inches away from his.
"Thanks," was all he could manage to say without breaking down.
"I'll leave you to unpack while I go order us some take-out." She finished her embrace with a quick squeeze and headed out the door. Popping back after a second, "Oh, also. Before I forget, I'm not sure if you knew, but I landed a seasonal office job for the summer where I work Mondays through Thursdays, eight hours a day. You might consider finding a job or something to do while I'm gone. I'd hate for you to stay cooped up all by yourself all day, you know? Okay, that was it. I'm REALLY going this time, I promise." She winked and left, her slippers making shuffling sounds as she returned to the living room.
Several weeks went by with Heather going to work and Damon staying home playing video games. He wanted to look for a job, but was still recovering from the break up. Every now and then he would hear a faint buzzing noise, and it was starting to drive him up the wall.
One night he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, but found himself as wide awake as ever. In the dim light, he could see the little glowing stars that his sister had stuck to the ceiling. She had never liked the dark.
"Mmm," he heard a faint moan through the wall and froze, straining his ears to figure out what he was hearing. Every now and then he would hear a quiet moan or gasp. He got out of bed as quietly as possible and tiptoed to the door, opening it silently. From the hallway, he could tell the sounds were coming from the room his sister was staying in. There was no way he could see what was going on in there since her door was closed and there were no vents. He remembered that she used to like leaving her window open at night.
