A word of warning to my readers. The following story borders on incest between a brother and his step-sister. While not true incest, it does graze the fenceline. However, the pseudo-incest is done out of love and concern in order to help his stepsister, and it is presented here in a loving, caring manner.
If you do not enjoy these types of stories this one might not be of interest to you.
Mom had always had trouble with men. Her first marriage, to a man I knew only as Paul, lasted only two years. Mom was only seventeen at the time—she’d had to lie about her age even to get the license—and she was far too young to take on such responsibility.
From what Mom told me about it, they seemed happy at first. But then Mom got pregnant with me and about six months after I was born, Paul decided he wasn’t ready to be a father and split. With no place else to go, Mom returned home, with me in tow.
Grandpa went to court and got the marriage annulled so Paul couldn’t come back and try to take me away. Mom never blamed me for the breakup, although I’m fairly certain my birth had a lot to do with it.
Mom didn’t try the marriage thing again until she was twenty-four years old. By then I was about five and a half and she wanted me to have a father figure around to help me grow up. Grandpa lived about 225 miles away in another town—too far away to be an effective father figure. Besides he was getting too old to play catch and the other things young boys like to do.
But this marriage too was destined to fail. His name was Allen and I remember him being nice enough but very flighty. It was like he didn’t know what he wanted from one moment to the next. I’m actually surprised, looking back on it, that they stayed together as long as they did, except that neither had the money right then to leave.
Neither of these failed marriages was Mom’s fault—except that she sucked at picking good men. I tried to be the “man of the house” but at only ten and a half, I’m afraid I wasn’t a whole lot of use. Certainly not the “man” she needed.
Mom and I did the best we could. I learned how to cook a few things and do the laundry and some of the other life skills I would need. Plus it took some of the load off Mom. She worked as a bank teller at a local bank and standing all day made her tired. So the more I had done when she got home, the more she could rest. I was no world class cook by any means but I could whip up enough to stave off starvation! And Mom always smiled when I made dinner, even if it was just TV dinners!
Mom waited six years before trying the marriage thing again. By now she was thirty-six years old and tired of sleeping alone. She also knew I wasn’t going to be around for much longer and she was scared of living all by herself. Working at the bank she had her own “clientele” so to speak—people who, when they saw her working the teller line wouldn’t go to anyone else. One of these loyalists was name Michael and he and Mom would always chat a bit while she was tending to his business.
One day he asked her if she would like to go out with him. She liked him and they had known each other for a couple of years by now so she agreed. He was a widower and had a daughter a couple of years younger than me. Things worked out for them and about a year later, he became father number three for me.
Mom was thirty-six by now and I was seventeen, getting ready to graduate high school that coming spring. I had been working after school as office help at a construction company. Because of insurance regulations, I couldn’t operate any of the heavy equipment like dozers and graders and things until my eighteenth birthday. So I helped around the office after school and washed the equipment when it needed it. But what I wanted was to operate the heavy equipment!
Mom did okay with this third marriage—like they say if you kiss enough toads, you’ll find your prince! And heaven knows Mom had gone through the swamp to find Michael!
For the next ten years, we were a “normal” family; I graduated high school and got a regular full-time position with the construction company, my stepsister Anna continued to go to school eventually graduating herself. And Mom and Michael seemed happy. It seemed as if we had finally got life figured out. Or so we thought.
But it’s just when you think things are going smooth that you have to watch out for that other shoe!
Michael had just gone to the store for a couple of things for dinner that night. That’s how Mom explained it to me. But on the way home, Michael’s small Toyota car was T-boned on the drivers’ side by a semi driver who was trying to beat the light. Michael’s Toyota didn’t stand a chance and neither did Michael. He was pronounced right on the scene—he didn’t even make the hospital. Michael was forty-seven, two years older than Mom. I was twenty-six and Anna was twenty-three.
Anna had gotten a job with a modeling agency right out of high school and was on a modeling shoot when she got the word about her father. When she flew back home I was there at the airport to meet her plane. She had left shortly after graduating to go to a modeling school in New York (much to Mom and Dad’s dismay) and although she was good about calling and keeping us up on all that was happening, we still hadn’t seen her in some time. In fact, I hadn’t see Sis in about four and a half years. It was like she had gone away to college! So when I first saw her at the airport I didn’t even recognize her!
I was standing there in the airport at the gate she was supposed to be at looking for the same pigtailed cheerleader that I was used to seeing. Anna was cute as a cheerleader and I could see how the boys would be interested in her. She had the perfect bubbly personality for it as well. So I was looking for that girl but then this gorgeous blonde came bouncing up to me as if she knew me.
“Hey, Chris! Good to see you again, big brother!”
“Anna? Is that you?”
“Of course it is silly! Do you have any other sisters here at the airport that I don’t know about?”
“Oh my God! What happened to you? You’re… you’re… fucking beautiful!”
“Well thank you, Chris. Glad you like it.”
“No seriously, what happened? I remember you as this skinny blonde pig-tailed cheerleader with hardly any… well you could barely fill out your uniform. But now… damn!” I tried to be as polite and mannerly as I could but Anna had definitely filled out, and I kept tripping over my tongue!
Anna giggled. “Well, it HAS been over four years, Chris. Things change. I’ve changed. I guess I was a late bloomer.”
“Yeah, well, you sure caught up! Holy shit, Anna!”
She giggled again. “Well, are you just gonna stand there ogling me or can a sister get a hug around here?”
She threw her arms around me and pressed herself to me. Damn! she feels even better than she looks! I thought.
I tried very hard not to get too “caught up in the moment” and embarrass us both with an inappropriate show of affection (if you catch my drift). But it had been about a year since my last girlfriend and I had broken up and although I dated sporadically, my sex life, if you could call it that, was pretty pathetic.
“Mmmm, it’s good to be home, Chris. I’ve missed this place. And I’ve missed you too.”
“Me?” I said, pulling back to look at her. Anna and I didn’t have the typical brother-sister relationship that most people had. We had different fathers and we came together later in our childhoods–I was seventeen and she was fourteen when our parents married. So we didn’t really “grow up together”. Aside from that, we each had our own lives, our own circle of friends… I guess you could say we were “paper siblings”—brother and sister in name only. So when she said she missed me specifically, it kinda threw me for a second.
“Sure, knucklehead, you are still my brother, you know!” Anna gave me a smile that lit up the whole terminal, even though it was a bright sunny day and the terminal building had huge glass walls to let in a lot of sunlight.
After that, we went to get her suitcases–and she had brought several of them. “Geez, Anna, how long are you staying? You have enough clothes here it looks like you are moving back home!”
“Sorry, it’s a force of habit anymore. I got to have everything I would possibly need when I travel. I never know what the weather will be like, or what the photo shoot will entail. So it pays to be prepared!”
I wrangled us up a luggage cart and we got all of her things loaded up in my car. “Good thing Mom didn’t come to the airport too—somebody would have had to walk home!”
“Well that somebody would have had to be you—Mom’s too old to walk that far and I can’t with these heels on!” She showed me her five-inch stiletto-heeled Christian Louboutin peep-toe pumps.
“Very nice. But I remember you used to go barefoot a lot as a kid.”
“Oh, that was a long time ago, big brother. I can’t do that anymore. If I hurt my feet and can’t walk, I can’t work! Besides, it’s over five miles to the house from here!”
“Well, sit back and enjoy the ride… I’ll have you home in a jiffy. Mom is almost beside herself that you are home again so be prepared for the waterworks!”
“I’m afraid it will be a mutual flood… I have missed her too!” Neither one of us was in a hurry to mention Dad in our conversations, although that’s why she had come home. I guess no one wanted to be the first to bring this reunion down.
On the way home, we took turns asking questions. I wanted to know about her work and her travels and she wanted to know about Mom and home. It seemed like we had just started talking when all of a sudden we turned onto the road that ended with our house.
We lived at the end of a dead end road. The road was three blocks long with the center block on one side containing a small park and playground. We spent many an afternoon playing there and as we passed by it, Anna looked longingly at the site of so many memories. “God, I have missed this place!” she muttered to herself. But not quietly enough.
“Welcome home Sis,” I said.
She turned to look at me and I saw a tear running down her cheek, although she gave me a weak “thank you” smile.
I pulled the car into the driveway and walked Anna to the door. Mom was standing in the middle of the living room, having heard us pull up.
“MOM! OH, MOM!” Anna cried out when the door opened up. And just as I predicted, the tears poured from both their eyes as they ran towards each other, crashing together so hard I just knew someone got hurt in the collision! Once I saw both were still standing, I shut the door and put the car in the garage to give them a chance to reconnect in private.
I will spare you the details and gossip of the rest of that first evening–suffice it to say there was a LOT of catching up to do all around! While the girls blubbered and pawed each other, I put Anna’s bags in her old room, which Mom had kept just the way she left it in hopes she would one day come back home.
When Mom and Sis had quit their crying and touching each other’s faces, Anna went to her room to put her things away and change. Mom went into the kitchen to “put the finishing touches on dinner” (her favorite way of telling us dinner was about ready)
When she came out of her room Anna had put on cut off jean shorts, a cropped camisole t-shirt, and put her hair in pigtails. I saw her and smiled—that was the sister I remembered! When Mom saw her, the crying started all over again but this time she was able to compose herself a little faster.
Dinner was amazing! Mom has always been a great cook but she really outdid herself that night. Pot roast, baby red potatoes carrots, and celery all cooked together in her slow cooker was one of our favorite meals. She had made homemade biscuits and an apple pie for dessert and with all of us home, it just made for a wonderful meal.
“It’s so nice to have you both home. Oh, I am so happy!” Mom said, her voice still quivering as she hugged us both.
We ate and talked more and after dinner was done we told Mom to go in the front room and leave the cleanup to us. She smiled and floated into the living room, she was so happy to have her nest full again. Anna and I cleared the table and rinsed the dishes to load into the dishwasher. As we cleaned up we talked some more.
“You know Mom practically sealed your room off as a shrine when you left. No one has been able to go into it until today when I put your bags away. She would have taped around the door to keep out the dust if we’d have let her!
“Yeah, it looks wonderful. Chris, I’ve wanted to come back home several times over the years. The life of a model may seem glamorous from the outside, but it isn’t always so attractive when you are in it.”
“What do you mean Anna?”
“Well, let’s start with the travel. Yeah, I go to exotic locations and see beautiful places… but I practically live on airplanes and busses! And that means I have no social life because I’m never home long enough to meet people and have a relationship. Can I tell you a secret, Chris? I haven’t had sex in two years—unless you count masturbating!
“Then there are the people. Let me tell you it’s a jungle out there! If it isn’t the clients making all sorts of demands, it’s the photographers. And the worst is the other models… those women will do whatever it takes to get the good assignments! There is none of that camaraderie you see on TV at the fashion shows, believe me! It is a cutthroat, dog-eat-dog business, and you soon learn you don’t have any friends in the model world!”
“Lastly, there is a ton of pressure on a model. Pressure to always look good–no burgers, or pizza, or anything fun to eat. There’s pressure from the clients who want to bag themselves a model to show how manly and macho they are. I haven’t ever slept with a client, but I know a lot of girls who have—just to try and further their careers.
And there’s pressure from the business itself—you are required to be ‘on’ all the time, no matter where you are. If people know you are a model and recognize you, you are expected to look fabulously gorgeous–no messy hair, no going without makeup no matter how tired you are, and your clothes have to look immaculate and stylish. It isn’t as much fun as young girls think it is, trust me!”
“Wow, Anna. I had no idea it was such a tough business!”
“Yeah, Chris, there have been more than a few nights I cried myself to sleep wanting come home. But I had made such a big deal out of becoming a model and bragging about how I was going to take the fashion world by storm that if I had, I wouldn’t be able to show my face around here!”
“Well, Sis you know Mom would love to have you come back home. And I have never put much stock in what other people think. So your family won’t think less of you if you did come back home. And as for the other people around here… fuck ’em! You have to do what makes you happy. Let them talk, none of them knows what you have had to go through to get to this point. Don’t worry about other people’s opinions–they are going to think what they want to think no matter what you do.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you, Chris. I appreciate that… more than you know.”
After the table was cleared and the dishwasher was going, Anna and I went into the living room and sat with Mom. Mom was sitting in her recliner while Anna and I sat on the sofa. But unlike when we were kids, we didn’t sit at opposite ends of the sofa, afraid to get “cooties” or one of those other childish sicknesses from each other. No, Anna sat down right next to me and as we all watched television, I felt her slip her hand down on the sofa and take my hand, lacing her fingers in mine.
Mom didn’t notice what she had done and I didn’t say anything. I just gave her hand a small, acknowledging squeeze and saw her smile happily.
The evening progressed and before long Anna was all but falling asleep on my shoulder. “Honey, why don’t you turn in if you are so tired?” Mom suggested.
“I think I will. The plane ride was long and that great dinner has made me really sleepy!” Anna said. So with good night kisses all around Anna headed to bed. I stayed up for a little while with Mom, but Mom had had a busy exciting day too and she turned in not too long after Anna.
The next morning we were all sitting around the breakfast table. “So what do you two have planned for today?” Mom asked us.
“I don’t know. I don’t have anything going on,” I said.
“Chris, if you don’t have any plans, would you mind driving me around town some? I want to see how the place has grown and what is going on in town these days,” Anna asked.
“Sure, being seen driving around a beautiful model babe has to be good for my image!” I said joking with her.
“Oh, so I’m to be arm candy, am I? Well, in that case, I should probably change into something that will make the boys’ eyes bug out!” she said.
She got up and started for the door. “Anna I was just kidding! You don’t have to!” I said.
“Oh, I don’t mind. I’m used to changing clothes! I’ll only be a minute!” she said.
She was in her bedroom for about ten minutes I guess but when she came out it was SO worth the wait!
“Oh my God, Anna!” I said once I remembered I had the power of speech. Anna was now wearing a slinky little red dress that couldn’t have fit her any tighter if it had been painted directly on her! It had thin spaghetti straps and a V neckline in front that dropped down halfway to her navel. The back was scooped out to where the small of her back began to flare into her ass. And the bottom hemline was somewhere between slut and saucy!
She wore a matching red choker with an antique looking cameo on the front and the Louboutin pumps she wore yesterday when I picked her up at the airport.
Her makeup was equally magnificent—that little girl I first met the day Mom and Dad introduced me to my new sister had bloomed and grown into the most beautiful creature I had ever seen!
“You are… wow!” was all I could come up with. She was beyond stunning. I looked at my own clothes. Worn faded blue jeans, a baggy t-shirt, and dirty, grubby, sneakers.
“I have to put something else on if you are going out like that! I look like a bum! I should be sitting on the curb holding a cardboard sign and an old hat for change!” I said.
I went back to my room and got out my best slacks, a clean white shirt, and my good shoes. Once I looked more presentable, I went out to the living room.
“There now I can at least look like I belong with you instead of asking you for spare change!” I said.
“You look very handsome, Chris. But I would have been proud to be with you either way,” Anna said.
“You both look very nice. Now go on and have fun! I’m just going to take a long enjoyable soak in the tub… after this past week, I’ve earned it!” Mom said.
Anna and I went out to the car and I opened the door for her, helping her get seated. “Oh my, such the gentleman!” she giggled.
“Always a gentleman for a beautiful lady!” I said. Anna giggled again. I went around and got in the driver’s seat and we headed towards downtown.
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