My Sister's Frustration

In our family I, Ben, was the good child while my sister was the naughty one. Throughout elementary and high school, my report card showed a B only twice, and each time I was devastated. Anything less than an A was a failure. It wasn't because I was a genius or something. I loved school and didn't want to disappoint our parents.

Unlike me, Nora, who was 5 years younger, was the black sheep. She proved to be smart on multiple occasions. However, she was opinionated, extreme in everything, and rebellious. I had no doubts if she invested half the time in her studies, her scores would be mostly A's, but she could care less about her classes, and by the end of high school, her report card showed mostly C's.

After finishing high school, I went to UCLA and acquired a BS in computer science and engineering. After finishing, I was hired by Microsoft and moved to New York. Nora was pushed by my parents to register for college, hoping her temper would calm and she would regain her senses. Due to her lower scores in high school, she was accepted by a mediocre-level college, which was OK for her but a big disappointment for Mom and Dad.

Since moving to New York, much of the time I have been busy trying to impress my bosses and getting to know socially some of my colleagues. My connection with my parents became a biweekly telephone call or via social media. I haven't visited home in 3 years. Nora tried to call me several times when I was away and left messages. However, her free time did not correspond with mine, and until recently, our main connection has been via e-mails.

...

On a Saturday, I got a phone call from Mom, "Ben honey, we need a favor."

"What's going on?"

"Nora befriended a weirdo who convinced her to join him in looking into Indian culture in Chicago. It started about 3 months ago. I thought she was only curious, but she just called me from New Delhi. She went there with her boyfriend and decided to live there for at least a year. I am worried about her and have no idea what to do."

"We didn't correspond for a long time, and it was purely my fault. I was too busy with my life to keep in touch. I'll e-mail her and see what I can do."

When we disconnected, I e-mailed Nora, 'Hi sis, I heard from Mom you went to India and plan to stay there for a year. Any idea where you are going to be, who will help you there, what about money and other necessities? Love, Ben.'

I didn't hear from Nora for 3 days, and then I got a short response, 'I am OK. Don't worry.'

I expected more details, and her laconic writing was insufficient. I wrote her again, 'Nora, please, you are 21 and an adult, but your parents and I are worried about your sudden departure without notifying us about your plans or location, in case you need help. After all, you moved to a completely different culture. Many Indians speak English, but even if the language isn't a problem, transportation, food, habitation, health, and many other things may pose a risk. Please be more specific and let us know more details. And, of course, contact us ASAP if you get into trouble.'

I got 5 days later her next e-mail, 'I am still in Delhi with Viraj. Until now we slept in a hostel-like place. Tomorrow we fly to Madhya Pradesh and will probably stay with the Sati Pati group for a while. Nora.'

I had no idea what was Sati Pati. According to Google, it was a cult, and Madhya Pradesh was a huge state in the center of India.

I emailed Nora, 'Sis, it is a cult. You are a Westerner and do not belong there. You may encounter dangers you couldn't dream about. Please, reconsider.'

Nora's next e-mail came 2 weeks later, 'Sorry I didn't write earlier, but there was no computer there and we live a simple life here. We went to a city an hour away for shopping, and I wrote this e-mail using the store's computer. Tell Mom and Dad that everything is fine. Bye, Nora.'

WTF! My little sister joined a cult thousands of miles away. We had no idea where exactly she was, what were the sanitary conditions, whether the food was adequate and healthy...

'Nora dear. Please write to me your exact address and, if possible, a phone number, just in case.'

I didn't hear from Nora for almost a month. Mom, Dad, and I were worried sick but could do nothing without knowing her exact location. Then, one day I got another e-mail. It read, 'I haven't been well for a week now. I am in an urgent care facility in a tiny village, trying to recover.' She mentioned the name of the village. I searched in Google-maps and found it. The best way to reach her was to fly to Delhi, take an 8 hours train and then a 3.5 hours local bus. Once I was in the area, a rickshaw would be the preferred mode of transportation to her place.

I called Mom, told her I'd take a week off from work and go to India to talk to Nora. She cried on the phone, and begged me to convince my sister to come back home.

I flew to India 2 days later. The whole ordeal to reach her took about 36 hours. Fortunately, I slept on the plane for 4 hours because I couldn't sleep afterwards until I reached the 'urgent care' facility. People in the civilized world may know what urgent care should look like. However, over there it was a 3 bed, dirty, neglected room with hardly any light. Even the water was not clean. Before going to India, I read about the healthcare system, but the good facilities were mostly in the big cities. This village was far from any city, and it could have belonged to the sect.

I entered the room tired, dirty, and needing to sleep, but the adrenalin kept me awake. Initially, I didn't recognize Nora. She wore torn old white rags, and looked like a skeleton.

I hugged her. She looked at me funny, "Ben, what are you doing here?"

"We love you and were worried. I had to see for myself what was going on. What do you suffer from?"

"According to the person who sees me once a day, it's a combination of malaria, diarrhea, and malnutrition."

"Are you improving or not?"

"I lost weight since the first week I was here, but it deteriorated over time. There is no improvement yet."

"Where is your boyfriend, Viraj?"

"He is with the rest of the group."

"So you are here all alone?"

"Don't worry, I'll manage."

"Nora, you are nuts. I love you too much to leave you here in these conditions. I take you back to America with me."

She forced a smile, "Even if I agreed, nobody would let me on a plane in my condition."

"I'll see what I can do."

My cellphone did not work in that location, so I took a 'taxi' to the nearest town and called the American consulate in Delhi. I had to wait for 2 hours for an answer, but eventually, somebody answered. I said my American sister was gravely sick and needed to be flown to the USA as soon as possible. The guy mentioned 2 options: An air ambulance, or flying on a commercial plane with medical escort. Considering the logistical issues, timing, and price, I chose to fly Nora business class with a medical escort, hoping there wouldn't be too much trouble in the airport. I came back to Nora and told her about my plans.

She said, "I have to talk to Ragiv and my mentor about it before agreeing to go with you."

"Do you have your passport with you?"

"Yes, I do."

"In that case, I don't want you to be in touch with them. They may talk you out of it, or decide it would be bad publicity and prevent us from leaving. I'll call a taxi right now, take your belongings, and we start our long way to Delhi."

"But Rajiv was nice to me, and they'll get stuck with the bills."

"I don't care. Your physical and mental health are MUCH more important to me. Go to the bathroom, dress up, and take you medications. I'll find a mode of transportation and we leave in 15 minutes."

We were lucky nobody paid attention to us leaving. It was a rapid escape from unacceptable conditions. The travel was tough; Nora vomited twice, had diarrhea several times, and after a torture that lasted 24 hours, we arrived to Delhi. We stayed in a tiny 'hotel' not far from the airport. I bought 3 business class tickets for the next day and notified the consulate about my plans. The person who answered, said she'd call medical escort for us and tell the security personnel at the airport it was approved by the American consulate.

Nora's ordeal continued during the night: Her GI tract reacted to anything I tried to have her drink or eat, including white rice, banana, tea and even water. It became obvious she needed intravenous fluids ASAP. I did not want to risk a prolonged hospitalization in India, and hoped that despite her failing health, Nora would make it to New York before catastrophe happened.

On the following day, to our delight, the boarding at the airport was easier than I imagined, and the flight left on time. It was a nonstop, 16 hours flight to Newark, NJ. In the past, when I flew long distances, I'd use Ambien to sleep during the flight. However, I was concerned Nora would collapse on our flight and instead, watched movies the whole time. The medical escort, an Indian nurse of about 45 years old, helped my sister now and then drink teaspoons of hot tea and go to the bathroom whenever needed, but most of the time Nora dozed off.

When we arrived, I gave the escort a generous tip, passed security, and took an Uber to New York Weil Cornell Medical Center. Nora was admitted immediately and intravenous infusion started. I called Mom to tell her I brought Nora back with me. She cried on the phone and bought tickets for her and Dad for the next day to New York.

...

The next morning, I visited Nora early. She looked better after being supplanted with gallons of needed fluids. She was even able to smile, "They were trying to kill me here. They infused glucose and saline in one arm and drew the same amount of blood from the other for million tests."

I joked, "It's better they keep you weak. Otherwise, who knows, you might decide to return to India."

"I won't do it, but once I feel better, I'll call Rajiv and apologize for leaving without saying goodbye."

Mom and Dad arrived later. The meeting of the 4 of us was very emotional. Mom hugged her, "Oh, honey, I am so happy to see you back. You are so skinny. I brought you your favorite cake."

I stopped Mom, "Please, no cakes or other foods, unless you have a permission from her doctor. We do not want her vulnerable gut to begin reacting again. Sorry sis, but your favorite cake is mine. If you behave, and the medical team approves, I might consider letting you taste it."

She grinned, "Ben, I always knew you were a jerk."

Dad was quiet. He just looked at Nora lovingly with tears in his eyes.

The doctor entered the room with her entourage, introduced herself, and turned to me, "Are you the brother who kidnaped her?"

"May I plead the fifth?"

She laughed, "If you ask me, it was a crazy thing you did, but you might have saved her life. When Nora arrived, she was severely dehydrated and the lactic acid in her blood was way high. We were lucky she is young. But without our initial treatment, I doubt she would have survived another 24-48 hours."

I turned to Nora, "Well, girl, you owe me your life, so from now on, you do my laundry for as long as I live." Everybody giggled.

The doctor added, "Some of the results of blood, urine, and stool tests that were sent yesterday we won't get for a few more days, but I can tell you she suffers from malnutrition that may be related to multiple factors. Both Amoebae and Salmonella bacteria were found in her feces. Her urine is likely infectious, too. Currently, Nora receives broad-spectrum antibiotics through her vein. Once we have all the results, we'll narrow down the antibiotics. However, she'll have to stay here for at least a week."

After the visit, I drove my parents to my house. After their long flight, they were tired and went to sleep, while I returned to the hospital.

Nora grinned, "When I was a child, you never gave me the light of day, and now you are reluctant to leave me alone."

"You were 5 years younger than me and followed me relentlessly. Back then you were a girl who didn't want help and was too annoying to everybody. We loved you back then too, but now you really need our help and not refusing it."

"Ben, I was in India many months and burnt all bridges in this country. I started thinking about where I wanted to live from now on."

"While you are pondering your options, why not stay at my house? You don't have to hurry; My house is big and you'll have your privacy."

"You are too nice. What will I owe you in return?"

I chortled, "A kiss on the cheek each night before you go to sleep."

Nora watched my eyes for a long moment but stayed quiet. I left for home soon after.

...

Mom and Dad stayed for 3 days before flying back out west, promising to keep in touch.

Nora's intravenous infusions continued for 3 more days. Her face looked better and she began drinking small sips of clear liquids, but her weight was still very low and she was mostly skin and bones. According to her physician, the weight would start increasing in a week.

She weighed barely 100 pounds on the day I brought her home. For her 5'7", it was much below her optimal weight, that was around 135 pounds. I insisted I'll manage her eating habits. She smiled, "Yes, boss, but no Indian food, please."

A week later, Nora felt much better. Her diarrhea and nausea disappeared, and her urine returned to its normal color. She weighed 106 pounds.

I was proud of her and announced, "It's time to buy you new clothes."

"Brother, are you sure you want to spend your money on your annoying little sister?"

"If you do not shut up, I'll put you on my lap and spank you as I was tempted to do so many times growing up."

She murmured sweetly, "You wouldn't do it to a nice lady like me, would you?"

"Try me!"

The next day we went to Macy's. I have never done shopping with a girl before, and despite hearing about it from colleagues, didn't realize the agony of time wasting and infinite changing her mind about style and fashion. My suffering was over in slightly over 4 hours, checking 2 more clothing stores and 2 shoe stores.

When we arrived home, she kissed my cheek and said, "Go do whatever you want, and when you are ready, I'll show you my new stuff."

"Nora, I am tired now. Let's do it tomorrow, when I return back from work."

...

The following day I was home at 5 pm. Nora wore a short sleeved white blouse, a brownish short skirt, and sandals. She looked great, although, if I didn't know her, I'd say she was only 15 years old.

I whistled. She blushed. I wanted to compliment her and said, "Nora, you look amazing. Once you reach your optimal weight, no man will be able to take his eyes off of you."

"... are you included?..."

"I am a man, aren't I?"

She whispered, "We'll see."

That week I was busier than usual. I usually came back home too tired to entertain my sister. I apologized and promised to make it up to her starting Monday. In the meantime, Nora stuck to her high protein, higher calorie diet, and by Saturday, she told me her weight was 120 pounds. She was having on a long robe that hid her body, and I could not see details. I said, "Sis, let me close my eyes after the exhausting week. Sunday we can do whatever you want." I fell on my bed and slept for almost 24 hours.

On Sunday, I woke up at 8 am smelling fresh coffee.

I wore my shorts and went to the kitchen. Nora was with her back to me, wearing jeans pants and a baggy blouse.

I announced, "I go to the bathroom to freshen up. The smell is wonderful. When I am done, we'll have breakfast and later, you are the boss."

I brushed my teeth, shaved and showered. I came back, still in my shorts. I stopped in my tracks once I saw Nora. She was now having a tight floral tee shirt with a soft white bra underneath and a mini summer skirt. Her face had a touch of makeup and light red lipstick. She looked gorgeous!

I joked, "Lady, where is my ugly sister?"

She chuckled, "After you went to the bathroom, I remembered you never saw me as an adult. I've changed since you last saw me, and in India it wasn't really me..."

"Woman, I don't know if I believe you, but will you marry me?"

She murmured quietly, "I wish." Not taking it seriously, I ignored her comment.

During the breakfast, I sneaked peeks at her, realizing for the first time how cute her face was: Small straight nose and pouty lips framed perfectly by her shoulder length dirty blonde hair. And despite still being underweight, her chest revealed an amazing C-cup tits... I shook my head, trying to switch my disgusting thoughts - 'Man, it's your little sister!'

She saw me shaking my head and grinned. Did she guess the reason?...

We finished eating. I kissed her forehead, "Thanks for the meal. What would you like to do today?"

"It is very nice outside. I thought we can go to Central Park and stroll there for a while. Then we can eat at an Italian restaurant, and in the evening, see a movie together."

"Good plan. The park walk is OK. I suggest we reserve a table for 2 in the restaurant of your choice, in case too many people plan to do the same thing. In New York, reservations do not always work, so I recommend to eat at my friend's parents' restaurant. They'll do it for me. Lastly, choose the movie you wish to see. We'll buy tickets online."

She stared at me admiringly, "You are very logical and think about everything. Can't you be more spontaneous?"

"Honey, it's a perfect weekend in Manhattan. Millions will crowd the area. If you do not make sure your plan if flawless, the chance is high it won't be..."

She sighed, "In that case, New York is not for me. I like to take my time and make decisions on a moment's notice."

"Nora, let's go. Central Park will be filled with people of all colors, bikers, dog walkers, and lots of tourists." I inspected her and smiled, "I am afraid people will see you and think you are a minor. So, I'll be looked at as a pedophile."

"Don't worry. I'll hold your hand so they'll think I am your teenager brat child."

...

We parked the car not far from Central Park. The park was already crowded. Nora took my hand in hers and started jumping. I watched her cheerful attitude and said, "Sis, you look so much better than the day I saw you in India."

She chuckled and wrapped my hand around her shoulder, "Big brother, it's a nice day, I feel much better than before, and I am with the best company I can think of."

I smirked, "Are you suggesting I look like Rajiv?"

She explored my eyes, "He was shorter, skinnier, with long hair tied in a ponytail, much darker skin, less muscular, uglier, but otherwise you two look alike."

She leaned her head on my chest and her closest hand hugged my waist. She whispered, "I love you, Ben."

I smiled, "You better. After saving you, the least you can do is love your brother."

She mumbled, "You don't get it. I really love you." I was stunned and speechless.

We continued strolling under the shady trees, crossed Shakespeare garden, and arrived at the lake. We sat down on a bench and observed the small boats and Canadian geese. Nora leaned on my chest and turned to face me.

I didn't look back at her. Her smell was intoxicating, and I was tempted to kiss her. I was afraid if I looked into her eyes, I wouldn't be able to resist... After a long moment, she gazed back at the lake, and sighed.

I was beside myself. My sweet little sister was now too sexy. Becoming healthier and gaining weight revealed her pretty face and desired body. It was too much. My cock began stiffening in my pants. Oh, god. What do I do Now?!...

Nora looked to the distance and commented, "This is such a beautiful place in the middle of the city." She pointed at a boat far away, "It has blue sails instead of the usual white ones. I wonder why." As her arm returned, it butted my crotch by accident, hitting my tumescent pecker. She lowered her stare onto my groin and noticed the bulge in my pants. She didn't say a word but grinned. I got caught...