I was awakened by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I turned my head and strained my groggy eyes to look at the clock. Ten o'Clock? What was dad doing home already? And then I was even more confused because I remembered that dad had left the day before to meet some buddies a few states over for a couple weeks. I slowly sat up and rubbed the gumminess from my eyes. I got to my feet, not even considering the fact that I was in my boxers and I walked out of my room on the ground floor. And I came face to face with my sister.
Oh right.
I thought to myself.
Ana is staying here for a while.
It still took another moment to fully process that I was standing in front of my sister in nothing but my boxers. She didn't even seem to notice as a huge smile split her face and she threw herself at me. I caught her easily as she wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled her cheek in my neck. I held her and couldn't help but smile myself.
"Hi Jake." She said sweetly. "I missed you." I squeezed her a little.
"I missed you too Anabel" I told her sincerely.
I always missed my little sister when we were apart for a long time. We were very close as kids. I was only a little older than her. Maybe a little more than a year. When I was eleven and she was almost ten, our parents divorced. It was a long, trying period. Ana always looked to me for comfort because mom and dad were always fighting. I loved my sister dearly, but when the divorce was finished, my dad left our home state of Oregon and took me with him to Georgia. I didn't like it, but I didn't have any say in the matter. It was very rarely that I got to see my sister anymore. And I always looked forward to seeing her again. I breathed in the scent of her hair and smiled at its familiarity.
"How have you been Ana?" I asked her. She stepped back and shrugged.
"Alright for the most part I guess. Mom's been rather...hard to live with. She's been trying to control every aspect of my life while she let's herself fool around and basically be lazy all day." She said. She seemed a bit tired. But then she smiled again. "But what about you? How have you been doing?" She asked. I shrugged myself,
"Been doing alright. Not much to tell really. Dad pretty much lets me do whatever I want. But he's rarely ever around." I said sadly. She nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, I get that." She said. Then she blinked and gave me an amused grin. "Uh, bro? I think you might want to go put some pants on at least." she said. I looked down and saw that somewhere along the line I had wound up with a significant bulge in my boxers. I swallowed heavily and turned away.
"Right. Uh...you uh, head on upstairs and set your stuff down and I'll go get dressed." I stuttered as I bolted into my room. I heard muffled laughter that faded as Anabel moved upstairs. I quickly threw on a pair of loose athletic shorts and a red T-shirt. It did not fail to frustrate me that my morning wood refused to go away. I swallowed and tried to think of unsexy things to try to get rid of it. When nothing worked, I finally just tucked it into my waistband and let my longer shirt cover the tip that was exposed. I walked out of my room and across the living room into the kitchen. I started cooking a few eggs and some sausage. Finally I also decided on a few hash-brown patties which I threw into a small pan to brown on the stove. The smell must have drifted up the stairs because even before she hit the bottom step Anabel's voice sounded.
"Is it ready yet?!" She hollered. She came around the corner chuckling as she sniffed the air. "Mm. Smells awesome bro. I'm starving." She said as she took a seat at the breakfast bar that looked into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight blue T-shirt and tight shorts as well. I gave her a smile.
"Thought you might be hungry. I know I am." I said. "Eggs, sausage, and hash-browns." I elaborated. She licked her lips.
"Mm. Marry me." she joked. I snorted and started scooping the scrambled eggs onto two plates. I threw a few pieces of sausage and two hash-brown patties onto a plate and set it up on the bar along with a fork for Ana. I made my own plate and sat down next to her. While we ate, we talked about life and how things had been going. She said that the store that she had worked at in Oregon had closed down so she was now without a job. I shrugged.
"Well tell you what, I took this week off work so that we could spend some time together. Anything you want to do or buy, it's on me." I told her. She looked at me with her mouth slightly agape.
"Oh, Jacob. You don't have to do that for me." She said. I reached over and took her hand.
"Come on. I don't get to see you very often. Let me treat my little sister to a fun time while she's here." I said eagerly. She smiled and stood up so that she could give me a hug.
"That is so sweet of you Jake. Alright. I'll take you up on that. Only let's start tomorrow okay. Today I think I just want to hang out here with my brother. If that's alright." She kissed my cheek sweetly. I wrapped my arms around her.
"I have absolutely no problem with that. You know, dad and I just uncovered the pool last week and it's plenty warm enough if you want to go swimming." I told her. Her eyes lit up for a moment and then she deflated.
"Ah man. That sounds awesome, but I didn't think to pack my bathing suit. I forgot there was a pool here and I didn't realize it would already be this warm." she said. I pursed my lips for a moment and then offered.
"I could take you out to buy a new one if you want." I told her. She considered it for a moment and then shook her head.
"Nah. Not today. I really don't feel like going out. Although...I do have an idea, if it's not too weird for you." she blushed a little. I tilted my head.
"What is it?" I asked. She looked down.
"I really do want to swim. So I..would it be too weird if I just went in my...in my underwear?" she asked quietly. I blinked at her. My sister in her underwear. I tried to be appalled by my interest and desire to see that, but I couldn't. I found myself looking her up and down slightly. My sister had really grown into a fine looking woman. At twenty she was about my height, around five foot nine or so. She had long auburn hair and a sweet smile. I found my eyes drawn to her modest chest. They were not very large, but they were prominent enough that nobody could doubt that she had them. She gave me a curious look and then followed my gaze. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked up at me. "Why are you looking at my chest huh, big brother?" she asked demurely. I blinked and quickly turned my gaze away.