I lived alone at the time, my wife and I having been separated for nearly a year. You know how those things go...we just had different paths, I guess. I work at a software/gaming company. I test out some of the stuff to help out, but I mostly work with programming code. After my wife and I split, I tried dating, thinking I could get right into it again after three years, but I found out differently. About four bad dates later, I quit trying to date, figuring that if I just chilled out, the opportunity would present itself. I even tried partying with friends from work, but they kept trying to set me up with these barflies and otherwise untrustworthy women. After a few weeks of this I gave up on that, and porn became my best friend. I went out and bought a new computer, the latest model with the best hardware and software, and started downloading porn from various sites, building up quite a collection, something I'd wanted to do as a teenager. Don't get me wrong, porn isn't something I spend all my time with. It's just that I've been something of a horn-dog since I was a kid.
After the split, I moved into a two-bedroom apartment, and I kept the second bedroom open in case one of my friends from work had to sleep off a hangover or something like that. I grew pretty comfortable living on my own, and began to wonder why I'd gotten married in the first place. One day while I was cooking breakfast, my doorbell rang. I answered it and was shocked. My younger sister, Hannah, stood there, all of nineteen with raven black hair and brown eyes. She's more like my half-sister, since my dad remarried, and she's half Japanese, which turned out in her case to be an awesome combination of a willowy body with larger assets. I hadn't seen her since she was in diapers, and I was amazed at how quickly she'd seemed to grow up! From looking at my stepmother, I wouldn't have expected Hannah to have turned out to be so beautiful! It also saddened me to realize that I hadn't been around to really be her big brother. I'd left to live with my mother after my folks split up when I was nine, and only visited my pops a few summers. I couldn't stand being around my stepmother longer than a summer at a time. But here she was, out of the blue, standing on my doorstep.
Hannah smiled uncertainly at me, and I put my arms out. She stepped into my arms, returning a slightly awkward hug.
"I know I should've called first," she shrugged, "but I thought I'd surprise you."
I affirmed that I was indeed surprised, and she continued, "I'm starting college here in a couple weeks, but there's some problem with my dorm room. Dad said you lived in this area, so I was hoping that I could stay here until they fix it."
Now that she mentioned it, I did kind of remember Dad saying that she'd be going to college in the fall, but I had never thought to ask where. Some brother I was!
Feeling like this might be a chance to make up for being such a shitty brother, I laughed, "Sure, what kind of brother would I be to say no?"
She replied, "My only brother..."
I offered to help her bring in her luggage. She sniffed the air, which was redolent of bacon and scrambled eggs, my specialty, and asked, "How about some breakfast first?"
I gave her the bacon and scrambled eggs that I'd made for myself, and started cooking a new batch for myself. She sat at the small table and began eating.
"If all your food is this good," she grinned around a mouthful of eggs, "I'm just gonna have to come by all the time."
I shrugged, "Heck, if you want, just come live here and tell them you don't want the dorm room after all."
"I can't do that. I didn't even tell you I was coming here in the first place. I don't want to cramp your style. Besides, you just got divorced, didn't you? I'd just be in the way."
"Cramp my style?" I laughed, "I cramp my own style so much that I think having you here might even un-cramp it. Think about it, how cute is a guy that lets his little sister stay here while she goes to college? You're a babe-magnet!"
She giggled, "You degenerate! I haven't even been here ten minutes and you're using me to score with chicks!"
I sat down with my food and crunched on a piece of bacon, "Seriously, you can stay here as long as you want. Between my job and your classes, we might not see much of each other, though. But, for as long as you want to stay, make yourself at home."
For the time being, she assured me that she'd just be staying until her dorm room was available. After breakfast, I helped her bring her bags into the apartment, and I set her up in the second bedroom. As she was unpacking some of her things in the room, I glanced around, glad that I'd gotten into the habit of picking up after myself. It was one of those things that I'd picked up on only after I became single. Glancing around, my eyes happened on the computer. I thought about all the porn I'd collected on there. I was serious when I told Hannah she could make herself at home, and that meant my computer, but what would she think if she found all that porn? She'd probably think I was some pathetic, deranged, sex-fiend. I sat down and began gathering all the files into one big folder, and then hid it in a series of subfolders. She'd have to know it was there to be able to find it. After I'd finished hiding my collection on the computer, I went around the apartment, hiding my videos and magazines as well. What can I say, I like porn. Some of it is pretty retarded, and a lot of it is redundant, but it helps to alleviate some of the pressure, you know?
The next week, the two of us settled into an easy routine. Her classes started, some of them in the morning, a few in the afternoon, and my work schedule began at seven and ended at four. I can tell you, I wouldn't put in that many hours unless I enjoyed my job. I'd get home around four-thirty and change, alleviate some pressure (wink, wink), and after a shower, I would start on dinner. Hannah's class ended around five-thirty or thereabouts, and she'd get home about six off the transit bus, we'd eat, and then just chill out and put our feet up, watching movies or whatever. It was a little surprising how easily we got along, even with our distance growing up. I mean, we did have a few small glitches, like when she'd invite her friend over without clearing it with me, but those glitches were minor, and were simple to get around. Besides, her friend was pretty cute. The only real problem...as we hung out in the evenings and over the weekends, I couldn't help but begin to notice...my sister was hot! Don't judge me. I'm willing to bet my savings that any of you guys with a hot sibling have thought that same thing before. Her outfits that she wore to school were pretty hot, knee-length skirts, midriff blouses, low-cut tight jeans, clothes that showed off her best assets, of which she had several (assets and clothes), but it was what she wore at the apartment, pajamas, shorts, tank-tops, just casual things, that had my mind going in directions that would make decent societies cringe.
Once her dorm room was ready, we talked it over, and she decided that she wanted to just stay here in the apartment with me.
"Unless you don't want me to... I mean, I can just go live in the dorm," she was clearly hoping the opposite.
"Don't be silly," I laughed, "I meant what I said. You're quite welcome to stay here as long as you want. To tell you the truth, I kinda like having you around. I feel a little bad that I wasn't much of a big brother, and now I have plenty of opportunity to make up for that."
She cocked her head slightly, "What do you mean? You didn't do that bad of a job as a big brother. You called a lot, and I could always talk to you about things I could never talk about with mom and dad."
It was true. She'd called me several times to talk about things she'd never broach in front of dad, and especially not her mother. One time, she called around one-thirty in the morning to talk to me about one of those forbidden subjects...sex. We'd spent about three hours on that subject.
