"Hey, brother, I got a problem."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"I need a place to stay for a few days."
"Oh? I thought you and that boyfriend of yours, whatshisname, were going hot and heavy."
"Yeah, well I'll tell you all about it. But can I stay at your place?"
"Yeah, but you will have to sleep on the sofa."
"That's fine. I'll get there about 2 or 3 o'clock."
My sister, Amanda, was my fraternal twin. Growing up, we didn't get along too well. Oh, well. That was those teenage years.
"Hi, sis. I hope you don't have lots of stuff, my apartment is pretty small."
"Nope, just these two boxes and these two bags of clothes."
She kissed and hugged me. "I can't believe it's been over a year since we saw each other. Thanks so much for letting me stay. You are a life saver."
"Yeah, sure. Well, you are fortunate that Sharon isn't here anymore."
"Oh, where is she?"
"Hell if I know. She threw a big huff a couple of months ago and left. Enough talk, let's get your things out of the car."
"Nice place."
I looked at my sister. It really wasn't but it was cheap. To me that made it nice. After her stuff was inside I offered her some ice tea and we sat and talked.
"OK, tell me why you're in this predicament."
"My fault. This time, definitely my fault. You know I dated Larry since half way through my senior year. Everything was going good, I thought. He had his issues and I had mine. Well, he accused me of making eyes at one of his friends."
"And did you?"
"Well, just a little. It was just the three of us at his friend's place. We were all a little drunk. His friend put on some music and asked me to dance. I looked at Larry who nodded ok. So we were just dancing a little, but maybe too close. Then his friend put his hand on my ass. Larry jumped up, grabbed me away, and we left.
"All the way back to his place he ranted about me letting his friend feel me up. Maybe he did get a little fresh but I didn't think it was any big deal. Anyway Larry wouldn't let me forget it. Finally, after a week of this bullshit I told him off. You know me when I get going.
"Anyway, he threw me out. I came back later that day and he had all my stuff out by the front door. That's when I called you."
"You think you guys will get back together?"
"No way. Things had been going downhill for the last few months. He was bitchy, I was bitchy. We hardly had sex anymore, didn't go out. We did nothing except argue in that tiny apartment he shared with his friends. It's over."
"So what are you going to do? My apartment's also small, only one bedroom."
"I don't know yet, haven't had time to think. I'll check with some of my girlfriends, see if someone needs a roommate to share the rent. You said your girlfriend moved out. What happened with you guys?"
"Sharon told me I was dull and boring."
"Oh? Well you always have been rather quiet."
"Yeah, well she complained that we never did anything, didn't go out, didn't have friends over. Then she said I was no good in bed, the worst she had ever had. That really pissed me off. She said I didn't know anything about satisfying her, that she had been faking her orgasms.
"She said she had plenty of good sex before we met. Then she started to tell me about the different guys she fucked and how much better they were than me. I called her a slut and our argument continued to escalate. She moved out the next day. That was two months ago and we haven't seen or talked since."
"That's too bad, bro. I know you liked her. Well there are other girls."
"She kept saying I was a lousy lover. That really bothered me and ever since I've been reviewing in my mind the things we did and how we did them. I sure thought I was doing my part. Well, enough of that, let's get you settled. You will have to sleep on the sofa. We need to work out a system for using the bathroom, especially in the morning when getting ready for work."
"You don't know how grateful I am, John, for letting me stay here. Tomorrow I'll check with my friends.
****
"I'm not doing so hot, nothing is working out. Some of my friends are staying with their boyfriends. Others have roommates. And I checked and I can't afford the cheapest apartment. I will keep working on it but it might take longer than I hoped. I really hate to impose further on you."
"Hey, sis. We can deal with it."
During the next week we worked out arrangements on using the bathroom and shower, dressing, and so forth. Amanda was a pretty good cook and that helped. The sleeping arrangement on the sofa was not great for her but there was no alternative.
When my girlfriend was here we always slept in the nude. I didn't think that would be such a good idea with Amanda around. So I took to wearing a nightshirt that hung down low enough to hide my cock.
The next night I got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I tried not to stare but Amanda was mostly uncovered, showing lots of leg and her panties. I returned to my bed with a half-hard cock. I tossed and turned, thinking about how sexy she looked.
Finally, I got up and went back to the kitchen. Her blanket had shifted and now covered her legs but had moved down. I could make out the outline of her breasts through her thin baby doll cover-up. I went back to bed and jerked off.
The next few days were uneventful. Amanda continued to look for alternatives but still no luck.
"Damn this sofa," she complained the next morning. "At first it seemed ok but now it's bothering my back. Maybe I should just sleep on the floor. I'll try that tonight."
"Well, that wasn't any better," she reported the next day. You wouldn't happen to have one of those air mattresses, would you?"
"No, sorry."
"Your bed's a queen size, isn't it?"
"Yeah, bigger than I want but it was given to me. Almost takes up the whole bedroom. Why?"
"Maybe we could share it. You know, like we did as kids. We each have our side. A queen bed is pretty big."
All kinds of thoughts zoomed through my head, all of them X rated.
"Ah, sis, we're not little kids anymore."
"Oh, that's what you're thinking! Come on, we're sister and brother."
