Paradise Found
This is a story about a brother and sister dealing with their attraction for each other. If you are looking for quick graphic sex, look elsewhere.
All characters are over eighteen years old.
It was about 11:00 p.m.on a Friday night in August. August can be miserable in Philadelphia, hot and humid, and tonight was living up to that reputation. My apartment didn't have air conditioning - I was lucky to have a refrigerator and stove. Anyway, I was sitting on the couch in my boxers, trying to decide whether to keep watching TV or hope that it would be cooler somehow in the bedroom, when there was a knock at my door.
I wasn't expecting anyone - not at that hour - and at first I figured somebody had the wrong apartment, so I just ignored the knocking and stayed on the couch. But then there was another knock, more insistent, and a voice - a female voice - said, "Jake! C'mon, open up."
I went to the door and opened it just enough to look out. It was a young woman, blonde, 5'6" or 5'7", wearing a sleeveless summer dress that came down to about mid-thigh, and black stiletto heels. She held her arms in front of her, hands on her elbows, and was rocking, or maybe swaying is the right word, swaying just enough so that I knew she had had a few drinks, but wasn't really drunk. She was gorgeous, and I had never seen her before. Or so I thought.
"Yes?" I said.
"Jake, it's me, Jenna. Can I come in?"
Jenna was my younger sister, but this girl didn't look anything like her. "Is this some kind of a joke?" I said. "You don't -"
"Oh, for crying out loud! Do I have to show you my ID? Jake, it's me!" She pushed open the door and brushed past me, then turned around unsteadily. "You always greet your guests like that?" she said, looking at my boxers.
"Hey, it's hot, it's late, and it's my apartment. Now how about explaining who you are and what's going on."
She made an exasperated noise and clenched her fists. "I'm your sister, you idiot! You haven't seen me for two years. Things have changed."
She was right about that - I hadn't seen her, or my parents, for two years. I had graduated from high school and was living at home, working, waiting to go to college, when my father decided it was time for us to have "the talk." No, not that talk. He never spoke to me about sex. No, this was the talk when he told me that he expected I would major in accounting so I could join his firm when I graduated, and eventually take it over when he retired. After he finished telling me how I was going to live the rest of my life, I said, "Dad, I'm not going to major in accounting. I want to be an artist. I'm going to study art."
He took a deep breath, and his mouth got real rigid, and he just looked at me for what felt like a long time. Then he said, "Fine. Major in art. Waste your time. But I'm not paying for it, and if you want to live here you're gonna have to pay rent." Then he got up and left the room. The next day I packed my clothes, a few books, and my sketch pads, and left. I crashed at a buddy's for a couple of days, found this crappy apartment, and blew some of my savings on rent, security deposit, and some used furniture. College was off the table, but I kept working, and last year lucked out with an entry-level design job at an ad agency. The money wasn't great, but it was enough for me to get some decent furnishings, and they kept me on during the pandemic, letting me work from the apartment. I was starting to get a little ahead, and hoping to start taking classes part time in the fall. I hadn't talked to my parents, nor had they tried to contact me, since the day I left.
"So, things have changed," I said, looking at her body. Her dress had a scoop neck and buttons down the front, and a couple of them had come undone. I could see nice full breasts with quite a bit of cleavage and a plum-colored bra, and tanned and toned thighs. The muscles of her calves were accentuated by the stiletto heels. Like I said, gorgeous. I found myself getting a little aroused.
"You like what you see?" she said. "It took me a year or more. You remember what I was like - chubby, mousy brown hair, glasses - a real dork. After you left, I decided that if you could take control of your life, so could I. I dieted, exercised, worked hard to get myself a decent body. Well, I lucked out in the boobs department, but the rest is all my hard work. I got rid of the glasses, got contact lenses. In June, I graduated from high school, and treated myself to blonde hair and a new style. I had a job at a clothing store, and was able to get a few nice things before everything shut down."
She paused. "I have to take off these shoes," she said, and, putting one hand on the arm of the couch, she bent over and took them off, giving me a good look at her upper thighs and a glimpse of a thong that matched the bra. She stood up, and apparently got a little dizzy, because she fell forward. I reached out and caught her arm, and she leaned her breasts into me, just for a second. "Whoops! Sorry. I had a few drinks earlier."
"Maybe you should sit down," I said. "You want some water or anything?"
"Water would be good."
I went into the kitchen, put some ice in a glass and filled it with water. When I got back from the kitchen she was sitting on the couch, her dress riding up her thighs. I couldn't help staring. Yeah, I knew by this time she was my sister, but at the same time she was a total stranger, and I was a horny 22-year-old.
I gave her the water. "Thanks," she said, and drank about half the glass. I noticed she was staring at my boxers.
"Something wrong?" I asked. I sat down on the couch.
"No, no, it's just..." She took another drink. "Anyway, you can imagine what happened at home. I started to attract boys. Most of the time they came around when dad wasn't home, and mom just said that I should think about the path I was on. But the other day, dad said that if I was going to act like a jezebel they didn't want me in their house. A jezebel. I didn't know what he meant. I said I wasn't doing anything wrong, I just wanted to look nice. He told me to think about things, and let them know my intentions. So I went out tonight with a few friends, had a few drinks, and told them what was going on."
"And?"
"And I thought, who is the one person I know that would truly understand what I was going through, because he'd been through it too. So I came over here." Her voice got wistful. "Jake, I was devastated when I found out you'd left. I used to follow you around like a puppy dog, remember? My big, handsome, athletic, sexy older brother. I could always go to you for advice. Well, now I really need some, so - here I am."
I gave a short laugh. "You want my advice? You know what I did, and you can see where it got me. No college, a low-paying job, and this beautiful apartment."
"But you're doing what you want," she said. "You would have made a lousy accountant."
"That's true. So, what do
you
want?"
She thought for a minute. "I guess - I guess what I want is for you to love and respect me."
"Me? I'll love and respect you no matter what. It's your life, Jenna. Don't trade dad's vision of it for mine. Do you want to go to college? Have a career? What?"
"Oh, Jake, I don't know. I'm only nineteen. You always had your art. The only thing about college that appeals to me right now is that it would get me out of that house." She paused. "I may not know what I want, but I damn sure know what I don't want. I don't want to spend the rest of my life living like a nun in that suburban prison."
