It Was All Jimmys Fault

Author's note: This story has a pretty slow burn and takes a while before things really get moving, so if you're not into that, this might not be for you. This story also contains some mild drug and alcohol use, so if you're offended by that please move on. Otherwise, please enjoy and leave a comment telling me what you think. All characters are at least 18.

It was all Jimmy's fault. At least, that's what I told myself. In reality, a lot of dominoes had to line up juuuuust right for things to happen the way they did, but the one that REALLY set things in motion was Jimmy needing more overtime at work. If he hadn't asked to cover for me so he could pick up more hours, then things between me and my sister, Rachel, probably would have turned out very differently. Then again, maybe they would have turned out exactly the same way. I've thought a lot about all those events that had to happen in just the right way at just the right time for things to happen the way they did. The more I think about it, the more that sequence of events seems less like coincidence and more like fate. And if it was fate, then it wouldn't have mattered if I had told Jimmy "no" that night, something else would have happened, and everything would have played out exactly the same. I guess it doesn't matter to think about the what-ifs because Jimmy DID ask to cover for me so I DID end up....

But I'm getting ahead of myself. The first domino in the line wasn't Jimmy, it was a phone call from my sister.

"Hey sis! To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" I asked. My sister and I were fairly close but we hadn't talked in a while. She was part of a really competitive art program in her college and between that and her part time job, she just didn't have a lot of time to call her big brother.

"Hey bro, just calling cause I miss you. We haven't had a chance to talk for a while." I could hear something off in her voice.

"Ok, out with it. Something's wrong. I can hear it in your voice. What's going on?"

I heard my sister take a deep breath. "Ok. You got me. I have a huuuuuuge favor to ask, and it is totally fine to say no because it's a really REALLY big one."

"Shoot. Whatever you need I got you sis."

"Don't say that yet." She took another deep breath and continued. "So you know how my roommate, Jenny, told me the other day she's moving out in a couple of weeks? Well I figured I had enough in savings that I'd be fine for a couple of months while I found a new roommate but a couple of days ago the bar I'm working at shut down. Now I don't think I'll be able to afford to stay in my place."

"Awww Rach, that's terrible. Are you ok?"

"Well, that kind of brings me to the favor, and remember you are allowed to say 'no'." A third deep breath. "Can I stay with you for a while until I get another job and find a new place?"

I laughed. Rachel sighed.

"It's ok." She said, sounding dejected. "I figured you'd say no..."

I laughed again. "Rachel, are you crazy? Of course you can stay with me! You didn't even have to ask!"

"OH MY GOD!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!"

"No problem Rach; it's not like I'm gonna let my baby sister just get kicked out into the streets. You can stay as long as you need. Now what's going on with your job?"

Rachel told me about how the owner of the bar she worked at was way, way past due on taxes and none of the employees found out until they showed up for work the other day to find the doors chained shut and a bunch of notices taped up from all kinds of federal, state and local agencies. She later found out that, in addition to his wife and kids, the owner also had two other mistresses, one of whom was a manager at his bar. Between his family, his other women, and a wicked coke habit, there was nothing left for taxes.

"And it couldn't have come at a worse time!! Between this and Jenny leaving me high and dry and all the stress from school, I thought I was going to have some kind of breakdown, you know, just go nuts." Rachel told me.

"Well you don't have far to go there!" I teased.

"Hardy har har. Are these the kinds of lame jokes I'm going to have to put up with when I move in?"

"Actually I have mucher lamer jokes. I can give you a preview if you like.."

"Ugggh. On that note I have a TON of work to do."

"Suuuure you do. You just can't stand talking to your lame older brother anymore."

"Emphasis on OLD!!" She said, laughing. "Seriously though bro, I do have a ton of stuff to do. Especially now that I know I have to pack!! YAY!!"

"Yeah I know. Go express your artistic genius."

"I can't thank you enough Scott. You're really saving my butt. I'd kiss you if I could."

"And cover me with your cooties? GROSS." I said and hung up.

A lot of guys might have dreaded having their baby sister move in with them but for me it wasn't a problem at all. Rachel and I had always gotten along great, despite our age difference; she was 18 and I was 24. We had similar tastes in music and movies, and both had the same goofy sense of humor. The only real difference between us was that she was an absolute creative genius. Rachel was an amazing visual artist, a talent that was incomprehensible to me. If I tried hard, I might be able to draw a stick figure. To me, Rachel had always been cool beyond her years.

I also wasn't worried about her taking up too much space. Even though I lived alone, I had a two bedroom apartment. A couple of years ago I'd had a roommate, but shortly before he'd let me know he was moving out, I'd gotten a much better job at the local hospital. I found that I really enjoyed living alone and with my newly increased income, I was able to afford it. I'd been using my roommate's old room mostly for storage, essentially a super large closet. I'd easily be able to clean it out so that Rachel could use it.

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"So are you ready to move in?" I asked. My sister and I were having a rare lunch together.

"Mostly. You ready for a roomie?" Rachel replied.

I smiled. "Mostly. Still have to clean some stuff out of your new room. I've been super busy at work so I'm not as far into it as I'd like to be."

"Well I'm supposed to move in on Friday, how about I come over Thursday night and help you get the room ready? I can stay over and we can drive out to pick up my stuff Friday morning."

I thought about it for a second.

"That's actually a pretty good plan." I confessed.

"Of course it is. I thought of it, didn't I?" Rachel said.

We both laughed. It was really great hanging out with Rachel. Our hectic schedules meant that we weren't able to spend time together like this very often.

"Are you sure you don't mind me staying with you?" Rachel asked, her face suddenly serious.

I laughed again. "A bit late for second thoughts isn't it?" I said. "But no. I'm actually looking forward to it. I've missed you believe it or not."

"Awwwwwwww. You love me!!" Rachel said with exaggerated sappiness.

"Ewwwwww gross."

"It's no use denying it! You loooooooooove me!!!" Rachel said and jumped around our table to smother my cheek with sloppy kisses. I tried to fight her off, laughing so hard it hurt.

"Ok, ok, get off me you weirdo!!" I said, finally able to push her away. "You're making a scene!"

"Pssh. You're the one who made the scene by living in denial." My sister said as she sat down.

We continued our lunch, one of the most enjoyable meals I'd had in a long, long time. When we were done I was genuinely a little sad that it had to end.

"This has been really great Rach, I'm glad we were able to do this." I said giving her a big hug.

"Definitely! Thanks Scott, you're the best brother ever!" She said, squeezing me a little tighter. We broke our hug and waved goodbye.

"See you Thursday!!" She said turning to face me as she bounced away. I noticed that she drew stares and appreciative glances from nearly every man, and quite a few women. It was the first time that I realized that the skinny, awkward girl my sister had been was gone. In her place was a gorgeous, confident woman. She was still thin, but now had developed alluring curves around her hips, ass and boobs, all of which were complemented by her high cut short shorts and cut up t-shirt. Her jet black hair was trimmed short, the sides tapered almost to a fade, with longer layers on top that were sticking up in that chic messy way; it was almost a boy's haircut, but it accentuated her face and eyes perfectly. She was stunning.

I shook my head and made my way to my car.

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Rachel was already waiting for me when I got home from work, sitting on my front step and sketching in a notepad.

"Hey Rach, been waiting long?" I said as I approached.

"Huh?!?" She said, looking up, surprised. "Oh hey Scott. Gimme a sec."

She turned her attention back to what she was drawing. I glanced at her sketchbook and was blown away. I knew she couldn't have been waiting long but she had drawn an amazing rendition of the coffee shop across the street. It was clearly a hurried sketch, but had captured all the relevant details the way great impressionist paintings did. She glanced back and forth between her paper and the shop, before adding a couple more quick strokes with her stick of charcoal.

"Hmmmph. Good enough." She said.

"Good enough? Rachel that's incredible! How long were you sitting here?" I exclaimed.

"I dunno, maybe fifteen minutes, twenty minutes? I kind of lost track of time." She said closing her book and getting up. "How was work?"

"It was fine. What are you going to do with that drawing?" I asked, unlocking my hallway door.

"What, that?!? Nothing, it's just going in the pile with all my other mediocre sketches." She said.

"Can I have it?" I asked, letting Rachel in.

"What!? No! You don't want that stupid picture. Let me do something really good for you, not that throwaway."

"I really do want it. I think it's amazing. Plus, it would make a great little memento of you moving in."

"Ok, I guess. If you like it.." she said as she started walking up the steps, "but we really need to teach you about what really good art is."

She led the way up the stairs to my apartment and I couldn't help but admire her long legs and shapely ass. I know that she's my sister but I was also a virile young man and my body didn't care who those legs and ass were a part of. I felt my face flushing as my cock stirred; there was no way I should have been ogling my sister, let alone getting aroused.

Thankfully, there weren't too many stairs so my embarrassment was over soon. I squeezed by Rachel (now excruciatingly aware of my body rubbing against hers as I passed) to unlock my door and let her in.

"Welcome to Casa De Scott!" I said, swinging my arm out with a flourish.

"Ooooh, so luxurious!" She said, stepping in and dropping her sketchbook and duffel bag. "So what are we doing? Do you want to get straight to work or grab something to eat first?"

"I had a late lunch, so I'm good to get right to work if you are." I replied.

"Let's dive in!!" Rachel said.

"Sounds good." I said to her, "Let me just get changed out of these scrubs real quick."

After a quick change to some old grubby shorts and a t-shirt, I met Rachel in the spare room.

"Wow, you sure weren't kidding when you said you didn't have everything moved out of here." She said.

I looked around at the piles of random crap that had accumulated in the room. The only evidence that I had done any preparation was the small stack of two or three boxes next to the door.

"Yeah.... sorry." I said.

"Don't worry about it. We'll be able to get it done together. I just hope you hid your stash of girly mags."

"Girly mags? What year do you think this is? I have the internet you know." I said laughing

"So you admit you're a gross, porn addicted pervert!!" She teased.

"Hey!!" I snapped back with fake indignation "I don't watch gross porn, just the good stuff!!"

"Ugggh, TMI!! I'm sorry I brought it up! Let's get to work!"

Rachel decided that the best way to finish was to split up the work, with her stuffing most of the stuff into boxes and me carrying them to my room and packing them away in my closet and the unused corners of my room. After a couple of hours, the room was completely clear.

"What's in these boxes?" Rachel asked, pointing to the last couple of boxes in the corner of the closet. I squeezed past her to take a look in.

"Ohhhhhhh, shit. I've been wondering where these were. It's my old game consoles." I said, pulling out an old x-box and a tangle of wires and controllers.

"Don't you have a couple of the newest game systems? Why are you saving this old junk?"

I scoffed "This isn't junk!! These are classics!!"

Rachel smiled. "Ok, ok. But can't you play this stuff on the new systems?"

"Some of them, yeah, but a lot of this stuff won't work on the new systems, or isn't available." I rummaged around in the second box for a moment. "Here's a perfect example: here's an amazing game for Super Nintendo that you can't get anywhere else, Knights of the Round. I LOVE this game and it's cool to be able to hook up the old Super NES and play it every once in a while."

Rachel shrugged. "Whatever makes you happy bro. But where are you going to keep it?"

I wrinkled my brow. "My closet and room are already pretty full. Do you mind if I just keep it here for a while?"

"It's your house, you keep it where you want. Besides, two little boxes won't take up much room." She replied. "So looks like we just need to do some vacuuming and dusting and it's ready. Do you mind starting on the vacuuming and I'll order some food? I'm starving."

"Sounds good. You mind Chinese? I'm getting a serious craving for some Lo Mein."

"Ooooh, yeah. I would kill for some fried rice right now."

Rachel went and called the nearby Chinese food place, then rejoined me in her new room with a rag, a bucket and a duster. I wish I could say that I refrained from checking out her ass as she crawled around cleaning the baseboards, but then I'd be lying. It wasn't long before we finished. We stood by the door, sweaty and grimy, and admired our handiwork. Rachel gave me a hug.

"All ready for you. If you had a bed you could crash now." I said.

"Ugggh. Not before I shower. I feel like I'm painted with dirt. I'm going to scrub off real quick before the food gets here."

"Ok. Shampoo and soap are in the tub. Towels are in the hallway closet."

"Thanks bro but I brought everything I need." She said, indicating her duffel bag.

"Ah, your special stash of girly potions and elixirs huh?"

"You got it. It takes a lot of work to look this good!" She said, laughing.

Rachel was joking but in reality, she did look seriously good. She had that "disheveled but hot" look going on. I almost told her that she didn't need a shower, she looked stunning anyway, and caught myself. Telling your sister how hot she is usually isn't a good idea.

"Ok. Enjoy your shower." I said.

The food got delivered and I laid out some plates and flatware, then started digging in. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I started eating but after that first bite the floodgates opened and I was RAVENOUS.

"Started without me huh?" Rachel asked.

I nearly choked on my food when I saw her standing in the living room. She was wearing nothing but a t-shirt that was slightly too long for her, just barely covering her ass. Her incredible legs were on full display and her nipples were poking out through her shirt. I don't know that I've ever seen a woman who looked better in my life.

"Um...yeah...uh....I was hungry." I stammered out. I really needed to get a hold of myself. Rachel was going to be living here now, I couldn't ogle her non-stop as if I was a horny teenager.

"Well at least you saved some for me! I could eat an elephant!" She said sitting down and filling her plate.

"Make sure you try one of those spring rolls, they're amazing." I told her, my mouth half full.

"Ooooh I love spring rolls. Is the sauce really spicy?" My sister asked.

"Not really. Just a little kick." I stood up and headed for the fridge. "Want a beer?"

"Definitely!"

I cracked open two beers, handing one to Rachel. She raised her bottle.

"To the best brother ever." She said.

"To the best sister ever." We both took a sip from our beers.

We ate, drank and chatted, finishing two beers each and opening a third. I was a little tipsy and I could tell that Rachel was starting to get drunk, but we were enjoying ourselves so much, we weren't too concerned.

"So now that we're roommates, are we gonna have a secret signal?" Rachel asked "Like a tie on the door or something? For you know..." she waggled her eyebrows "when you have someone over for 'adult time'?"

I snorted out a laugh. "What?!?"

"What?!?" Rachel asked, laughing too. "I don't have much of a social life but it does exist! And you can't be living like a monk either! Aren't you still with that one girl? What's her name? Jenny? Jilly? Joanie?"

"JESSIE." I corrected her. "And no. We're not together anymore."

"What happened?"

"We just kind of grew apart." I said. "We had conflicting work schedules, which was tough. So we weren't able to see each other very often."

"Awww that sucks. Sorry bro."

I shrugged. "Meh it happens. How about you? Anyone special?"

"Oh God no. I've been way too busy for anything serious. I've had some casual things with a couple of people but I'm just not in the right place for a serious relationship, you know?"

"I hear you. Besides, playing the field can be fun too. You must have your pick of guys. Girls too probably." I joked.

"Not really, most of the girls I've dated have been way too clingy." Rachel said nonchalantly.

"What?!?!"

"What? You didn't know I liked girls?"

My jaw hung open. "No! Since when?"

"Jeez Scott, why are you so surprised?" She said, amused "You know I attend an art school right?"

"Sorry, I just never really pictured..." My sentence trailed off as I realized I had no idea how to finish that thought.

"Your baby sister having a love life?" Rachel was grinning, clearly enjoying my embarrassment.

"Actually yeah. I guess I just always thought of you as my cool little sister. It's just now dawning on me that you're a grown woman. I guess I better get used to it." I smiled. "I still think you're cool though."

"Awww thanks bro!" Rachel said, making an exaggerated sappy face. We clinked our bottles together and I took a long sip. Rachel looked at me from over her bottle. "I guess I shouldn't tell you about my threesomes huh?"

I spit out a big mouthful of beer and my sister started laughing uproariously. She was barely able to stay on her chair, she was laughing so hard.

"Your face!!!" She wheezed out between laughs, pointing at me.

"Ha ha ha!" I said, but I couldn't help but smile. I started cleaning up the puddle of beer on the table. "Go ahead, get it out. Shock your prudish older brother with outlandish stories!"

Rachel's face grew more serious, though she was still smiling. "Uhhhhh, who's making up stories?"

"Wait, really?" Rachel nodded. My jaw dropped for the second time that night. "Wow!"

She took a sip from her beer. "There's a lot about me you don't know dear brother."

"I can see that. You've clearly turned into a wild woman since you started college." I said.

Rachel laughed. "I guess I have kinda. I didn't really plan on it, they just kind of happened."

"I get it." I said. "You're walking down the street, you stumble on a rock and BAM! Right into a threesome!"

"Ha ha. I mean you get a couple of young, horny people together, mix in some alcohol and the right setting and well...you know..."

"Actually I don't."

It was Rachel's turn to look shocked, "Wait, you've never had a threesome?" I shook my head. "Really?"