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I'm wondering whether I should continue this story, so please post your comments after reading.
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Nobody really expects to have an amazing time when they come home from early summer vacation. It's a complete culture shock: staying out late, hitting bars and partying to suddenly having your grammar corrected by your invasive parents. Yeah, this was going to be a hell of a visit.
Fortunately, it wouldn't be a total bust, since my sister was there, bearing it with me. Actually, she had been taking the brunt of all of the crap my parents usually threw at both of us since I headed off to college.
She only had to bear one more year of it, though, because she'd recently turned eighteen, and would be a senior next year.
The night I came back from break, I noticed my parents' car was not parked in its usual spot; they must've been out somewhere. I heard squealing from inside, followed by the unmistakable sound of my sister running through the kitchen towards the door as I fumbled with my keys.
Just as I reached for the door handle, the door burst open and there stood Grace. She threw herself into my arms before I had a chance to react and hugged me tightly.
"Will!"
"Hey, Grace!"
"I missed you sooo much!"
"I missed you, too," I said, breaking away from our embrace. "I got you something."
"Aww!" She giggled, again hugging me tightly. I reached into my carry-on bag and pulled out a T-Shirt that I had picked up at the hotel I'd been staying at down in Florida.
Standing on tip-toe, she reached up to me, her sleek hair brushing against me, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I kissed her back and she smiled at me, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.
"I rented a movie," she said, reaching into the microwave and taking out hot bag of popcorn.
"Alone?" That wasn't like Grace. She was always with someone.
"Yeah," she said, a little glumly. " Most of my friends are working. I feel like I'm the only person around here who doesn't have a summer job."
"Well, I'm here..."
She hugged me again, "That's true." Looking up at me, she said a little sadly, "I really did miss you, you know."
I kissed her on the forehead. "I know you did, Gracie. I missed you too."
Gracie... That was my pet name for her. It seemed kind of weird, having a pet name for someone like my sister, but we were close. Not that our family was especially tight-knit, but the two of us had always been attached.
Let me tell you a little about my sister. She's a petite little kid, only about 5'4, with shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair and enormous blue eyes, which are her defining quality. She's thin, with all the right curves, and extremely attractive, which even I would have openly admitted to her. Bubbly personality, outgoing, and overall, a really sweet kid.
She giggled, sitting down beside me on the couch. "'Nobody's called me that in so long."
"That's 'cause I'm the only one who does," I responded. "And that's because I'm the only one who you let call you that."
"Well, it sounds cute when you say it," she nestled up next to me.
She was practically on top of me, though I didn't mind. I'd been away for so long, I could understand her acting this way. She was a passionate girl, which was one of the things I loved most about her. "So...where's Mom and Dad?"
She laid her head on my shoulder, making me fidget a bit. "Hmm, they said the were going to Kentucky... I think to seal that deal or whatever."
My parents worked together at a law firm, and they'd been on one case in particular for about a year now. I assumed they were finally closing it.
"I dunno when they'll be back," she continued, stretching her arms out and wrapping them around me, "but they left yesterday, so I think we've got the house to ourselves for at least a few nights."
We watched the rest of the movie –some low budget artsy film –in relative silence. When it ended, we sat there for several minutes, talking a bit but mostly just lying there together. I was happy just sitting there with her in my arms, but when I thought about it, it started to seem stranger and stranger to me. I finally became a bit too uncomfortable and told Grace I'd be going off to bed. I gave her a quick hug and kiss, and she pecked me on the cheek and watched me go; as I did, I could see the boredom and loneliness returning to her face. But her eyes gave away something else... and I couldn't quite place it.
***
As I sat at the counter, eating breakfast the next morning, I heard some noise coming from upstairs. I looked to the staircase to see Grace agilely descending it, wearing the T-shirt I had given her; it went past her hips, brushing against her upper thighs. I gazed at her for a moment as she stepped down, noting her natural beauty, which she radiated even when she had just gotten out of bed.
Looking to the counter, her gaze fell upon me and she smiled sleepily, blinking her large blue eyes. "Morning" She grinned.
"Hey," I replied.
"What did you think of that movie last night?" she asked, sitting down next to me.
"Honestly?" she nodded. "It kinda sucked," I shrugged.
Giggling, she laid her head on my shoulder. "I think so too... one of my friends recommended it."
"What kind of friends are these?" I grinned at her.
"Oh, right like you can talk!" she hit me softly. I smiled at her as she poured herself some cereal and ate with me.
When she'd finished, she got up, dropping her bowl unceremoniously in the sink, and announced that she was going upstairs to change.
As she left, I found myself thinking about her. She'd definitely grown up since the last time I saw her. She was a lot more defined now, and extremely attractive. Not only that, but she was using her sweet, charismatic personality to compliment her sexy appearance. I wondered if she had a boyfriend, if she'd ever had one. How could she not?
I began to wonder if she'd ever been kissed. How far had she been with a guy? Had she ever...
My hands involuntarily clenched into fists. No. She couldn't have. She was still so innocent. She was still my baby sister.
Shaking myself out of my daze, I suddenly realized she was coming back down. I had been thinking about her for the past twenty minutes.
She wore tight-fitting jeans, a slightly-too-revealing tank top, and she'd used perfume. From here, I could smell the sweet aroma, complementing her natural scent.
"Hi there," she smiled. I could only nod my head in reply.
"What do you want to do today?" She asked. "'Cause I was thinking about maybe heading in to town, if you'd like to come?"
"Uh... yeah, sure, Gracie. That'd be great."
She smiled sweetly. "So it's a date."
We made a day of it. I took her shopping, bought her lunch, tried to do that "nice big brother" thing. But I couldn't help but feel like she could wrap me around her little finger.
Afterwards, we decided to go for a walk along the beach. She was wore a small two-piece, through which I could see her small but perfectly shaped perky breasts. As we walked, she suddenly nestled next to me affectionately. Instinctively, I put my arm around her, then realized what I was doing. "Uh, Grace?" I asked.
She giggled, "It's too hot, I want to stay in your shade, silly."
"Oh..." I choked.
Grinning, she said nothing. I could smell her perfume strongly from here, breathing in her aroma, savoring it.
***
One night, around midnight, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I climbed off my bed and walked to the door. Opening it, I saw my sister standing there, biting her pouty lip, tears rolling down her cheeks. As she looked at me, she asked if she could come in, and I obliged.
"What's wrong, Gracie?" I asked, hugging her close.
She sniffed, holding back her tears, just looking at me, obviously ashamed of something.
I repeated the question, and she again said nothing. She just held on to me, sobbing into my chest.
I held her face in my hands and kissed her on the forehead. "Grace, you can tell me... did you do something?"
She shook her head.
"What is it then?"
"Promise you won't get mad?" she looked up at me imploringly, her beautiful blue eyes wide, her lip quivering.
"Why would I get mad if you didn't do anything?"
"Promise me."
"... Alright, I promise. What happened?"
"Well... I went out with a friend about an hour ago, and... we saw a movie..."
I looked back at her questioningly, expecting more, but she couldn't seem to get the words out. A fresh wave of tears sprung form her eyes and my heart felt like it was burning up.
Finally, I led her over to my bed and told her to lie down, her back facing me.
I started rubbing her back. As I massaged her, I decided to prod for a bit more information.
"Grace, what happened?"
She started to shake a bit, then, finally, she turned to face me, her tear-streaked face affecting me far more than it should have.
"It was Todd."
"TODD?! You're still friends with that little asshole?"
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Two summers ago, I had been in my room, lying awake, when suddenly the door opened and in stumbled my little sister. My drunk little sister. She had been out partying or something and she quietly (or as quietly as she could) slipped into my bed. I quickly threw back the covers and sat up, turning on the light. I could smell the alcohol on her breath from five feet away.
"Will? Oh, hah... this isn't my room!"
"Grace! Are you drunk?"
She giggled. "You're so paranoid..."
