My 21-year-old girlfriend Mandy and I have been going out for a little over six years now. We’ve lived together for about three of those six years. Mandy is a beautiful girl, 5’ 3", 95lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, and a body that gets attention everywhere she goes. Our relationship is wonderful and our sex life is fantastic. I’m sure that we’ll end up getting married some day, I really love her.
Mandy has a younger sister named Alicia. I remember Alicia as a little girl; 13 years old, playing in the front yard while I was trying to seduce her older sister in the house. An annoying little pigtailed brat always wanting to go with us to the movies, always seeming a little jealous of me and yet still wanting to impress me. She was such a cute kid. Alicia is 18 now and she’s turned into quite a good-looking young lady. She’s several inches taller than Mandy, with brown shoulder length hair and a bit more of a figure – a bigger bottom and bigger chest.
About six months after Mandy and I first moved in together, Alicia began having some serious problems at home. The girls’ parents were divorced and they ended with their father, so Mandy had become the de facto mother in the family. When Mandy moved out it really seemed to upset the balance at the house. Alicia felt that she was now old enough to make her own decisions. Their father was fairly strict and let her know that she would follow his rules as long as she lived under his roof. She started missing classes at her high school and her grades began to suffer. I heard all of this from Mandy. Every few days she would give me an update on the situation. It seemed like half of the conversations that I had with my girlfriend revolved around her little sister.
Things came to a head in March of that year. Alicia was getting close to the end of the semester, but her grades had slipped so far that it was becoming a real possibility that she might be held back. Things between her and her father came to a breaking point. He threatened to kick her out if she didn’t straiten up and she threatened to run away if he kept being mean.
Mandy was waiting for me to get home from work one Friday. She was obviously unsure of herself as she approached me. "Um, I have to ask you something. It’s really important to me. Please don’t be mad. Promise?"
"I’ll try my hardest." I answered, not sure what was coming next.
She continued, "I want Alicia to move in with us for while. Just for a couple of months, until the end of the semester. She already has plans to spend the summer with our aunt in Chicago, and after that…"
"Mandy," I interrupted, "We just moved in. We’ve barely had any time alone together, away from both of our families, and everyone else. I don’t know."
She bit her lip. "Please. I talked to her about it and she’s really excited. She promised to be good. She just needs some time away. She’ll go to school if we let her stay here, and we’ll work out a list of rules, and it’ll only be for a little while. Please."
"If it’s that important to you. If you promise she won’t be a pain in the ass. Okay." I gave in.
Mandy was ecstatic. She kissed me and ran for the phone. That Sunday, two days later, Alicia moved into our place. She didn’t bring much with her, some clothes and a couple of ragged stuffed animals.
To my surprise, everything went well with the new living arrangement. Alicia slept in the living room of our one-bedroom apartment on a couch that folded out into a bed. She kept her promise to Mandy and began going to classes again and she even helped around the house occasionally. Alicia and I actually became friends, too. I would talk to her about my life and listen to her stories about how shitty it is to be so young and how great life is going to be in the future and all the rest of it. The three of us would go out shopping together, rent movies, and hang out. Mandy was so happy with the way things were turning out. She had her sister back, and her boyfriend was okay with it. She thanked me just about every day for helping Alicia out.
One thing that I learned about Alicia was that she really liked to sleep in. On weekends she would sleep all day if you let her. Sometimes, for fun, Mandy and I would get up on Saturday morning and run in and jump on Alicia’s bed, picking on her and annoying her until she woke up. Eventually, she would come out of her sleep-induced state of grumpiness and we would all go down to a café a few blocks over for breakfast.
One Saturday morning in late April, I woke to find Mandy hovering over me shaking me. "Let’s go get Alicia." She giggled, showing me that same evil smile she used to give me when we would have tickle fights and she would win.
"Sheesh, let me open my eyes for a second and focus." I grumbled.
Mandy wouldn’t have any more of me sleeping, she reached down and pinched me on the inner thigh.
"Fuck! Ow! Okay, okay, you win. I’m awake." I said for my own safety.
She dragged me out of the bed. I was wearing a T-shirt and my boxers as that’s what I always slept in. She led me into the living room where Alicia was sleeping very soundly, with the covers pulled all the way up over her head.
"Let’s get her!" Mandy ordered as she bolted for the bed. I followed her lead and soon enough we were both on the bed tickling her little sister through the blankets.
Alicia woke up slowly and reluctantly. "Leave me alone, please." She begged.
Mandy certainly wasn’t going to leave her alone. She kept at her, poking and pinching and prodding. Eventually the two got into some argument about sleep and how much of it you need. Laying on the edge of the bed I decided to intervene, "Okay you two, no fighting."
They kept at each other. Both of them had taken on the "sister" tone that I knew so well. They were both always right when it came to these kinds of arguments. They could go on forever.
