(This is my first story, there will be more chapters to follow but bare with me while I get used to the writing process.)
Growing up in my family was pretty typical to say the least. I had two older brothers and one younger sister. Both my parents were only children so I didn't have any aunts, uncles or cousins. So I guess you could say we had a fairly small family. Just like any other family we had our differences, mainly between us siblings. My two older brothers, Phil and Tom, were only a year apart so they kinda buddied together. My younger sister, Hannah, and myself were also a year apart, with 4 years separating myself and Tom. So, naturally, growing up it was always Hannah and myself vs. Phil and Tom. This difference in age between us siblings really forced Hannah and I to develop more than just a brother sister relationship, it was more of a best friend type deal.
Fast forward to high school. Well, mine and Hannah's high school years to be exact, since at this time Phil and Tom had both gone off to college. I wasn't much for organized sports by high school, I had played in middle school, but was more into hanging out than being yelled out by a coach. On the other hand, Hannah was the teeny bopper turned high school cheerleader in high school. Now our high school wasn't the type you'd see in movies, but more of a everyone knew everyone type deal. Especially everyone knew everyone's older siblings. So whenever Hannah had a boy bothering her in school she would seek my help and my friends and I could usually handle it. But if not the mere mention of my two older brothers, who had played football, would scare anyone off. I guess I would sometimes overstep my 'brotherly duties' when it came to her boyfriends, because whenever she started liking a boy I would scare him off, after all, it was my little sister.
Well high school came and went with out too much interesting happen, I had my share of girlfriends and scared more than Hannah's share of boyfriend's off. But my guardian/big brother reign had to come to an end at some point. I was accepted to college halfway across the country and the following fall I packed up and left, never to come back. No, not really but it was quite a while before I returned. In fact I had not planned on coming home until summer break after my 2nd semester had it not been for a serious lack of money. I had spent all my time and money partying and I found myself quite broke with no source of income except for my student loans. Since we were the kinda of family with parents that 'worked hard for everything they had,' we were encouraged to earn everything for ourselves and to never ask them for money. So I canceled my Spring Break plans and headed home to earn some scratch to last me the rest of the semester.
I arrived home early March, unannounced, on a Saturday afternoon. I had taken a cab home from the airport to try and keep the whole thing a surprise. As I got out of the cab in front of my house I smelled the distinct smell of freshly cut grass. I know it so well cause that was how I made my living ever since I was able to follow a lawnmower. Since it had always been my job I was curious to see who had taken up the slack since I had left for college. I took my bags inside and dropped them in the foyer as I made my way to the back yard. As I walked out of the house onto the back porch, I was taken back by the beauty of the yard. Whoever had taken up my job of landscaping had gone way beyond what I had ever planned for our yard. There were beautiful flowers and newly planted shrubery and stone walkways...and a pool! I just walked the yard admiring all the work ad wondered what the hell had happened to my yard. Before I knew it I heard some rustling behind me but before I could turn around I felt a shove and was pushed directly towards the pool. There was no way I could catch my balance and I ended up head first into what I was glad to learn was the deep end of our new pool.
I surfaced a second later and looked around to find my attacker when I heard a splash beside me as I saw what looked to be a female body entering the pool. Just then Hannah, my little sister, rose out of the water in what could only be described as a what a model would do in a swimsuit ad. As she moved towards me she asked, "Mike, what are you doing here!?! We weren't expecting you for another 2 months! I nearly had a heart attack when I saw you come out the back door."
"You nearly had a heart attack, you assaulted me from behind and pushed me in the pool with no warning!" I half yelled back with as we came together for a hug.
"Well, what better way to welcome my favorite brother back home than soaking him in the new pool?" she laughed as we started to exit up the stairs in the shallow end.
"Yeah, well you certainly did a good job of that. Luckily I'm wearing gym shorts and didn't have my cellphone or wallet on me. Or else I'd have to get you back!" I said playfully while I acted like I was gonna chase after her. We walked towards the table and chairs near the diving board which were covered by a large umbrella. I shed my shirt to prevent the cold material from clinging to my chest and arms. Now that the shirt was gone it felt quite good with the water in my hair and on my body since it was quite hot outside. It wasn't until now that I finally got a chance to look at Hannah. Although it had only been about 8 months since I had seen her she seemed to have lost a bit of weight and her body was toned to that of swimmer. She stood about 5' 3" but it seemed like her legs were a good 3 and a half feet of her. From there it led to her very tight and shapely ass, the kind you just want to touch to feel how hard it was. Her waist was small and fit her frame perfectly and made way to a very smooth stomach with just the slightest hint of muscle beginning to show. Her breasts, while not giant, seemed pretty large for a girl of her size. My best guess would be a 32 C, perfectly round and amazingly perky. And then her long, straight, blond hair that, even while wet, was as pretty as any runway model could have hoped for. Her angelic face seems like it was the only thing that hadn't changed. She was still the cute kid I remember, but she just had this killer body to go with her adorable face.
As we sat at the table, Hannah, without saying a word, reached under the table and came back up with a couple Coronas and lime wedges from a cooler she had lying there. I popped the the tops off the beers with a lighter that was on the table and inserted the limes and handed her back her opened beer.
"Well thank you kind sir," she said in a shitty British accent and a beautiful smirk on her face.
"No, no. Thank you, kind madam," I joked back. "Since when did it start being okay for you to drink around here?"
"Last month when I turned eighteen, same as you when you lived here. You know mom and dad, so long as we don't hide anything and be safe about it, they don't mind what we do." Its true, their parenting style was less than strict, so long as there was honestly and responsibility involved. I then pulled out a couple of cigarettes from the pack lying on the table, lit them both and handed one to Hannah.
"I assume you smoke too since you're the only one out here," I asked her after I gave her the smoke.
"Yeah, well, not much, this is dad's pack but whenever I have a beer I like to have a cigarette too," she replied as she then sexily inhaled from her cigarette.
"So tell me, where the fuck did this back yard come from? When I left and was still in charge of it it was well maintained, but no where near this. Its gorgeous!"
"Well you can thank yours truly for that!" she said proudly as she stood up to give me a bow and show that she was proud of the work she did. "After you left I kind of took up the yard work responsibilities and felt it needed a little jazzing up. Mom and dad said it looked so good that at Christmas they surprised me and showed me a booklet of pools and told me to pick one out I liked. And sure enough, as soon as it was warm enough they broke ground for this fabulous new pool."
"What about the porch, I don't see dad splurging for someone to come build that."
"No, he actually did that himself, with the help from the Thompson boy from down the street. I really love how he built it around that big oak tree. It's going to be a bitch in the fall when the leaves fall all over the porch but nothing a blower can't handle." I was quite impressed, not by the yard but by the way was little sister was talking. It was like she had been landscaping her whole life.
