For as far back as I could really remember, I had always gotten along fairly well with my little sister, and arguments were pretty scarce. We weren't at each other's throats as was common with most siblings, although that wasn't to say that at one time or anything we did get a little frustrated with each other. But no matter what, we always had each other's backs, and I was always ready to jump in at any moment, without reason or thinking, if I thought my sister was in some kind of trouble that she couldn't handle.
After our dad died when I hit high-school, things seemed to go spiraling downward. Our mother fell into something of a depression and had nearly given up, finding her only solace in a bottle of liquor and nights which she cried herself to sleep, thinking that we couldn't hear her when we were in fact only a room away.
While our mother was the worst affected, I think my sister, Teá, had it almost as bad. The thing is, our father was usually the one who gave us emotional support and was the one who usually consoled us when bad things were happening; something that should have been our mother's job, but wasn't.
Teá had been suffering with weight problems for a while, though, it was mostly due to an increased appetite that she had, that I didn't. But when dad died, she only started to eat more, and this wasn't due to her having a healthier appetite than me, but it was more a way her brain was coping with the loss of our father; her own defense mechanism.
Teá's eating probably ended up coming to hurt her in more ways than one. While she started to feel disgusted by what she saw in the mirror, guys were unfortunately noticing her outward appearance just as much as she was, maybe even more so.
So it was needles to say that finding a boyfriend was hard since most of the ones we lived around were quit conceded and obsessed with looks.
The few relationships she did have didn't last because she doubted the sincerity of her boyfriends, due to the fact the previous douchebags she ran into always made fun of her and sometimes would do it straight to her face instead of the more common behind her back routine.
I felt bad. And it made me feel even worse than I had a girlfriend who loved me a lot, while poor Teá was stuck alone and obviously lonely and depressed.
"What time will you be back?" Innocent big ice blue eyes stared at me.
"Probably about ten." I replied.
"You'll miss supper." My sister's voice fell.
"I was going to eat out with Terra."
"Oh..." She seemed further disheartened. Her eyes pulled away from me gaze.
"Teá." I inched towards her; wrapping one arm on her left shoulder, and one arm on her right shoulder; pulling her close towards my chest. "I'll make things up to you, okay? I know I've been pretty busy and k feel bad I haven't been spending more time with you, but I'll make up for it."
Her eyes wandered back towards my face; her medium-sized pink lips timidly forming a tiny smile that quickly grew and spread across her pale face.
"I love you." She said; leaning into me and gripping me with both arms as her head hit my chest.
"I love you, too." I kissed her forehead, "and I know that things haven't been really easy for you...And for that I'm really sorry. I know that dad's death and the way mom's been acting since then has been difficult."
"I've had you, though." She looked up at me. "You've always been there for me when no one else was..."
Teá was about two years younger than me. I had just hit my twentieth birthday, while she had just hit eighteen last Friday.
She was five foot two, while I stood at five foot ten.
She was 234 lbs, which was something of a change, since she had been closer to three hundred lbs before. Her weight loss was thanks to a decision she made to cut the calories she ate, from a desire to be like one of her idols, though it didn't last long and she gained a lot of the weight back, just not as much as before. Most of the weight went to her boobs, butt, arms and stomach; her face was relatively skinny compared to the rest of her. She was an H cup, while her behind was around seventy seven inches.
Her complexion was quite pale, and if the light was just right, she sometimes appeared as white as milk.
Her eyes were pretty captivating. They were the most beautiful shade of blue; the same shiny ice blue that our mother's were.
Her platinum hair was long, but fixed up into a ponytail held together by a pink scrunchie.
She was beautiful. All-natural beautiful without the need for makeup and very rarely felt the need to wear any. I knew a lot of guys didn't find overweight women attractive, but only a fool would try to deny her beauty. The only thing that I think that hurt her from having a long lasting relationship, other than her size, was a birth mark that she had: The birth mark was unmissable since it started below her left eye; right below her bottom eyelid, and took over almost her whole left cheek; stopping only beneath her left nostril. Really, it looked like a massive bruise.
"I better go." I released her and waved her off, walking towards the door and pulling the door closed shut behind me.
I reached into the pocket of my tight, faded jeans and pulled out my keys, fiddling with them until I found the correct one and took the key and locked the bottom lock, then the top dead-bolt lock and turned my back, walking away.
Once I reached my driveway, I opened the door to my green '97 Jeep Wrangler and hog inside buckled up, put the keys in, then stepped on it and drove away hitting the road with the wind blowing against my back.
The trip wasn't that long and I arrived in about fifty nine minutes.
Terra's house was simple and modest like my own, though a little bit bigger.
When I got there, I was surprised to see that the door was open, but I decided to go inside and enter her house anyways.
When I got inside, however, I heard what sounded like Terra. I followed the voice curious, and ended yo in her room. I was shocked and stunned, however, when I got into her room and saw her on all fours taking it up the ass by another guy, one I had never seen before. I stood there frozen for several long minutes, and when they finally noticed me, I didn't even give Terra time to explain and ran and left as fast as I could as my heart ached.
A few months passed. Call me pathetic, but I was never quite able to shake Terra from my mind, and, I think what had happened had affected those around me, since I basically withdrew from the world.
But my sister was there for me.
I wrapped my arms around her while I leaned my head on her shoulder and bit down on my shaking lip as I assaulted her with a big, powerful long hug; just closing my eyes as I tried to keep all my emotions at bay.
"Leslie..." her voice was soft and smooth as she whispered to me, "it's okay.."
My only response to her sweet words of comfort was adding further pressure into the hug and buying down harder onto my lip, almost thinking I was going to end up drawing out blood from it.
