I'm Rock and I grew up in Alachua. It's a small town near Gainesville and most of the inhabitants are connected with the university, but not all. My parents are Hank and Frances, but everyone calls her Dee. They are both on the faculty at UF and are best summarized as leftover hippies who conformed just enough to survive in academia but have always lived, and who otherwise prefer, a Bohemian and free-spirited lifestyle.
I'm 23 years old now and I finally graduated from New Mexico State with a degree in Native American Studies. I know it's a worthless degree but I had fun in college and my parents paid for everything. I had a few girlfriends in college, had a fair amount of sex, including some kinky sex, but I never got close to settling down in a long term commitment. So I graduated, moved back to Alachua, and now I'm looking for a job. Unfortunately, the prospects aren't promising!
I have a younger sister, Sparrow (I told you my parents are hippies; who else would name a child "Sparrow?") She's 18 years old, still living at home, and about to start her first year at UF. When we were younger, our parents gave us more freedom than most kids have, and less supervision. We both enjoyed it, but not together. We weren't really close due to the five year age difference. But, from the time I was 12, we didn't have babysitters or anyone else stay with us when Mom and Dad were at work or away. I was the babysitter and Sparrow was a cute little girl, not too much of a problem.
When I was in college, I came home for Christmas and spring break, but that was about it, so Sparrow and I lost some of our familiarity and comfort with each other. I occasionally saw her in her night clothes when she was preparing for bedtime but that became less common and I thought that she was just becoming modest as she developed into a woman.
At 18, Sparrow has definitely developed into a woman. She is about 5' 4", has long, straight blonde hair, green eyes, a cute smile, and an athletic body (probably due to swimming on the high school team.) Her butt is on the small side and, based on seeing her in a bikini recently, her boobs are small, probably a 34B, which look perfect for her body. I'm sure she had tons of guys who wanted to pull down her panties and give her a good fucking but I honestly think she's still a virgin. If she's not, she disguises it very well.
Mom and Dad and Sparrow all came to Los Cruces for my graduation and we then returned to Alachua. Of course, Mom and Dad were still working in the Psych. Department and they "disappeared," as usual, on my first full day back home in June. I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast and was sitting at the kitchen table finishing a cup of coffee when Sparrow left her bedroom and found her way to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mister College Degree!" she said with a mostly humorous sarcasm in her voice. "How's it feel to be in charge of the world now?"
I didn't respond but I watched her as she opened the refrigerator and bent forward at the waist to look for the milk. That was when I noticed that she was just wearing panties under her tee shirt.
"Look at you all dressed up this morning. Are you going to somebody's funeral?" I asked.
"Since when did you care about how I'm dressed around the house? We've seen each other in our underwear a few times! It shouldn't be a big deal unless you have some weird ideas in your head."
"Hey, it's not a big deal to me if it's not a big deal to you. I personally don't give a fuck! And I don't think Mom and Dad care. I assume they won't be home until late afternoon, so wear whatever you want, or don't want," I invited her. "I've seen you in just your panties before!"
"First, I don't need your permission to wear whatever I want. Second, I know more than you about what Mom and Dad expect since you've been gone for five years. And, finally, since you WERE gone for five years, you kinda got to be like a stranger. And it'll probably take me awhile before I relax enough for things to be like they were before, so don't give me a fucking hard time about it!" She was not exactly full-blown angry but she was at least a little bit perturbed.
"What bug crawled up your butt?" I asked. "You're lighting into me like I just set your hair on fire. I hope the whole summer isn't gonna be like this! What in the fuck did I do to you?"
"What in the fuck did you do?" Obviously, I had asked the wrong question. "Well, you abandoned me five years ago and I was all alone, asshole! Remember? And then I finally got accustomed to being alone, so you go and get your worthless fucking dumbass degree and can't find a job and you're back here upsetting the routine once again!"
"Well excuse me for living!" I exclaimed in one of the stupidest retorts ever uttered. With that, she stormed out of the kitchen, I presume bound for the sanctuary of her bedroom. In an exercise of good judgment - not common for me - I didn't chase after her and I left her alone for the rest of the morning.
Around 11:30 am, I knocked on her bedroom door. "Hey, Spare, you wanna go get lunch somewhere?" I had a fair amount of money in savings from my
inheritance when Grandpa died. I didn't want to spend it overnight but I figured that taking Sparrow out to lunch would be a wise investment.
"Like where?" I heard from beyond her closed door.
"Like why don't you open the bedroom door and we can talk about it," I suggested.
"It's not locked. Come on in."
I opened the door and saw her sitting on her bed, dressed the very same as I had seen her earlier that morning. "Is Lennon's still open. That used to be the best pizza around!"
"Closed two months after covid hit. There's a new place called 'Maloof's' that's pretty good. You wanna try it?"
"Sure." I would have agreed to anything she suggested. Having Sparrow mad at me was a shock and it was uncomfortable for me.
"Okay, it'll just take me a minute to get ready," she said. She sprung out of bed, grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them on, then slipped into a pair of sandals. She looked up at me and said, "Let's go!"
Maloof's was good, it was quick, and we were soon talking about mutual friends and acquaintances and somewhat resolving the anger that had surfaced earlier that morning.
When we returned home, I asked her to sit in the family room and talk to me for a few minutes. I began.
"Okay, I get it, kinda. It wasn't my intention to abandon you, I just needed to get away for a while, away from Mom and Dad, and grow up a bit... but I can see how you felt abandoned. And I was a jerk and never thought about you being here all alone. I should have stayed in touch, but what can an 18 year old guy in college say to his 13 year old sister that would be appropriate and interesting? It's not like I could tell you about all the freshmen girls I was fucking. And I understand that I'm upsetting your routine once again, so..."
"And I realize it's not all your fault. I was actually kinda jealous that you got away. But I did get used to being here alone and that meant even more freedom to do what I want but now you're here again, I guess indefinitely."
"Spare, you can keep doing whatever you were doing before, just like I'm not even here. As long as you don't set the house on fire, whatever you wanna do is fine with me."
"Rock... so I can really lay out by the pool naked now? And if I'm feeling horny while I'm laying out by the pool naked, I can't really pull out a vibrator to give myself a buzz, can I? You don't know how many afternoons I've relieved my tension by doing just that!"
"Wow! That isn't really what I was expecting to hear. I thought it was something about smoking a joint and getting high. ... Well, you can go around here as undressed as you want and I don't care. I mean, I've already seen you in just your panties, and... I've even seen you naked..."
"Yeah, but not since you watched mom change my diaper when I was two years old. And I've got boobs now! Sort of."
