She was my sister eleven months older than than me in years but but much younger in attitude. She would have been at home in the flower girl age. She pretty much believed in free love although she was conservative with her pussy when it came to men any woman that wanted it could have it.
She was now twenty seven, married and divorced twice. She almost ended up in jail when the financial firm he had worked for was discovered to be another ponzi scheme. She was just a receptionist and had no knowledge of the company dealings.
The investigation learned she was an easy lay and thought about charging her with solicitation but decided they had the big fish and let the minnow go.
One thing Val always did was trust people. The entire experience was a deep hard blow to her that was compounded when she tried to get another job. She was soon homeless.
She called me and asked if she could crash with me for a while until she could think of something. I made it clear it could not be a permanent home for her but invited her to move into my home.
I lived in a complex of patio homes and I had two bedrooms. My second bedroom had its own small bathroom but was otherwise empty. I would need to get her a bed and some furnishings for her. She had told me she would be arriving with just a suitcase, everything she had she had already sold.
I made good money in a publishing house and that was not going to be a problem. I decided to wait until she got there so she could pick out what she wanted.
She knocked on my door at nine that evening. She looked terrible. I hugged her to me and she began to cry. She had a fever. I took her to my bed and gave her night time flu medicine and after disrobing she was soon asleep. She went into my bed nude but I was not surprised, I had seen her naked often from the second I turned eighteen. I went to get her suitcase and found little that would fit her, she had apparently lost more than twenty pounds. I put her stuff in the closet of the second bedroom and took out one of my t-shirts for her to wear. I wondered when she last ate.
Later that night I went to check on her and she was resting comfortably. I put my cheek against her forehead and noted her fever had diminished.
I went to my computer desk in the kitchen and began to write her a long note. I expected to be at work when she got up.
I told her where the food was and gave her suggestions on the stuff in my freezer. I told her to spend the day taking baths in my tub, eating, and sleeping. We would figure everything else out that night.
I slept on my recliner then readied for work. I had forgotten she was in my bed and walked out of the bathroom naked. She appeared to still be sleeping so I dressed and went to work. She called me at noon to ask where her suitcase was, I told her then suggested she just wear the t-shirt I had taken out for her.
"Oh, I hoped it was for me to wear but decided you had just left it out. Thanks. I had the linguini and shrimp from the freezer. If you don't mind I will have the second one this afternoon."
"I don't mind, eat anything you want. Did you take the cold medicine I left out for you?"
"Yes, that I figured was for me. Thanks. Where did you sleep?"
"My recliner, I fall asleep in it at times so it was OK. Tomorrow is Saturday and we will go shopping for your stuff. Make a list of what you need that's not furniture and we will get those too."
"I love you. Thanks for putting up with me. See you tonight. Bye."
I left work a bit early and found her masturbating on my bed. She did not see me so I quickly detoured to the kitchen, waited five minutes, then called her name. Her answer was in a somewhat strangled voice when she said, "Be right there."
She was still a bit flushed when she came to me and gave me a terrific hug and kiss. She had never held back on either so it was what I had expected. What I did not expect as the rapid rising of my cock, it had seen her masturbating.
I opened the freezer door and pulled out a dinner and put it in the microwave then told her I was going to shower and to fix herself a dinner when mine was ready.
I was masturbating before I got wet. I was still in the shower when she came into the bathroom and peed. I needed to show her where the second bathroom was.
When I got back to the kitchen I was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. She had both our dinners plated and had a beer for each of us. Our conversation became halting when I saw she did not want to discuss her life. I saw something I never expected to see, my sister was afraid of the world.
After dinner I hugged her to me and softly kissed her lips. She clung to me and sobbed. I led us to my recliner and sat her on my lap as I waited for her to cry herself out.
As I kissed her tears she said, "You were right. You told me I would not be ready when I was hurt. You were right when you said you would be there for me when it happened. I love you."
She gave me a long kiss that I had to end when my cock regained consciousness. I led her to her bedroom and told her to imagine what she wanted where and asked her if she had made a list of everything else she would need.
"Yes, it's on the back of the note you left me. I can get all of it at Cube Mart."
"Good, now let me show you something," and opened the door to her bathroom.
"Oh, sorry. I had to pee and couldn't wait. I don't have a tub."
"You can use mine, in moderation. As you already discovered I have no bubble bath soap."
"It's on my list."
We held hands as we walked to my living room and sat to watch TV, I sat on my recliner and she sat on my love seat. During a commercial I got up for a beer and got her a glass of sweet red wine.
"Oh, yum. I love this stuff. We need to add it to the list."
"Not a problem, Cube Mart carries it."
When I returned from the kitchen with second drinks for us I sat on the love seat with her. She leaned on me and I put an arm around her. During the next commercial we kissed. It was not a brother-sister kiss but it was not sexual in nature. We both enjoyed it very much.
After the late news she asked me if I was comfortable sleeping on the couch.
"Mostly," I answered.
