I always had a standard routine when I'd come home from work. Open the door with the key I left on the top of the doorframe, walk into the kitchen, empty a milk carton, cook some food and then sit down and watch Netflix before going to bed.
This time was different though. When I arrived at the doorstep of my apartment the key was missing and the door was open. Several neighbors had been talking about break-ins lately so I was well aware of the chance that a stranger would be in my home.
I slowly opened the door trying not to make a noise and peeked around the corner. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I grabbed the baseball bat that was standing against the wall next to the door and moved quickly towards the bathroom. I opened the door and ripped away the curtain.
Immediately I got screamed at. My sister had entered my apartment and had gone for a shower while I was coming home from work, and now I was looking at her wet naked body. Well most of it anyway, the parts she wasn't covering up. I quickly exited the bathroom and grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge, chugging it down while sitting down in my big leather lounge chair.
Okay, I guess I should explain a few things. My name is Jason, I am 24 years old and I work at an insurance firm where I make above average money for my age. I grew up in a fairly strange family.
We moved around a lot during the first 10 years of my life. When I turned 3, my sister, Anna was born. From what my parents have told me I have instantly turned into the most caring person they had ever met.
Anything my sister needed or wanted, I would be there to give it to her. She would play first with the toys I got for Christmas or for my birthday, and I'd just look at her play with them, all the while I was smiling.
Anyway, we stopped moving around when I turned 10 because my mother couldn't deal with the constant moving around anymore. My dad - who worked in the military - wasn't willing to quit his job for his family, so my mother divorced him and got a job at a local school where we were living at the time.
My dad moved away and from that point it was just my mother, my sister and me. I took over the father figure role of my dad, which became quite a job once my sister started growing in the right places. Of course, as a brother, I shouldn't be looking at her in a certain way, but well, I am still a guy after all.
She stayed quite small, 5'6 and weighing just 108 lbs. but while she stayed short, her breast grew to a nicely sized 36C. no I know that doesn't sound all that big, but on as small of a frame as hers, they definitely stood out.
Her butt stayed petite, but that's beside the point. I went to the same high school as her, and I knew a lot of guys were interested in her. She wasn't quite the popular cheerleader though, she was the nerdy girl that was always willing to help people out with homework or other issues.
From rumors I heard that most of the guys would love to have had her as a tutor. But that was then, after she finished school she went to Harvard on a scholarship, while I stayed at a local college. I didn't see her as much as she lived quite far away until she finished her education and moved back to mom.
I stayed seated after I had chugged the entire milk carton. Anna came into the room and just stared at me.
"I'm sorry Anna... I didn't mean to scare you, I thought you were an intruder."
"An intruder? How many criminals do you know that take a shower in the apartment that they are trying to rob?" She said angrily.
She did have a point. But I figured I couldn't do more than to say sorry and just let it go. So I stood up and went into the kitchen.
"I'm guessing you want to eat here tonight?" I asked her.
"Yeah. And now that this has happened I think I've earned the right to choose what we eat." She replied, her voice still full of anger.
"Sure, let me guess. Pizza?" I countered, with a wise-ass smile.
She tried to suppress a smile but failed, so I grabbed the phone and ordered the usual. I sat down with her.
"So, you're here. Can I ask why? Something wrong with mom?"
"No, not really. I just sort of... left."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She sighed "I didn't feel comfortable at home, it didn't feel right..."
"What didn't feel right?"
"Never mind, you don't want to hear about it."
I could see in her eyes that she wouldn't say much more on the subject, I knew her well enough for that. So I figured I should swap subject.
"So... you'll be staying here for a while?"
"Yeah, if that's okay?" She asked, but she made herself sound vulnerable, not that she had to.
"Of course, not like I'm gonna let you sleep out on the street." The doorbell rang.
I stood up and paid for the pizza's, then turned on the tv.
"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked as I turned on Netflix and started searching for a good one.
"Sjuhr." She said with her mouth full.
I laughed, then started up the movie. The night stayed quite relaxed, it was a Friday evening so I didn't have work the following day, so I just hung out.
