Saving My Sister

I was about to settle in and catch up on my favorite TV show when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find my twin sister, Anita standing there. I wondered for a minute how she got to my house since she lived ten miles away and didn't have a car before I noticed the Uber pulling out of my driveway. I looked back to my sister.

"Nini," I said, using her childhood nickname, "What...?"

Then I noticed she was on the verge of tears, a second later she threw herself into my arms and started crying. I ushered her inside and shut the door, guided her over to the couch and handed her some tissues as she tried to compose herself.

"Nini, what's the matter? What's going on?" I asked, concerned.

"Oh, Charlie," she said, wiping her eyes, "I don't even know where to start. It's John."

"What did that motherfucker do?" I asked, getting angry.

John was my sister's boyfriend of four months. I had only met the guy once and during that brief meeting I knew there was something about him I didn't like. I couldn't put my finger on it, but the guy just rubbed me the wrong way. After just a month together he convinced her to quit her job and move in with him, and that's when things started to change. Usually my sister and I talked once, sometimes twice a week. Even if it was just a simple "Hey, how are you?" text, but once John came into her life our talks became less and less frequent. In the last 3 months we talked less than ten times. Every time I tried to call her the calls went to voicemail and my texts sat on read. I talked to a few of her friends and they said the same thing. We couldn't even reach her on social media. When I raised my concerns to our parents my father brushed it off.

"Charlie, she's 32 years old," he said, " I know you two are close, but she's a grown woman. She's got her own life. She doesn't need you constantly looking over her shoulder."

Bullshit. Anita was my sister and even if we lived to be 100, I'd be looking out for her, because that's what brothers are supposed to do. Now seeing her show up unexpectedly on my doorstep on the verge of tears (and her breakdown a moment later) confirmed all the suspicions and general bad vibes I had about John.

"Nini, take a deep breath, calm down, and tell me what's going on." I said, gently putting my hands on her shoulders.

Anita wiped her eyes again and blew her nose before taking a deep breath and looking at me.

"Things seemed so good in the beginning," she said, "He was nice and even a little charming, but once I moved in with him, he changed. He had all these 'rules' that he wanted me to follow. It started off slow, first he wanted me to clean up. Not a big deal at first, but then he intentionally started leaving messes for me to clean up. Then he wanted me to cook all the meals, hell, even if he wanted a microwave burrito, I had to do it. Then I had to do his laundry. Again, at first it was no big deal, but he'd wait until he was down to his last pair of socks or clean underwear before berating me for not doing it sooner. Then, before I realized it, I was doing EVERYTHING around the apartment. I had to clean things to his specifications, I had to prepare his lunches for the next day the night before, and have dinner ready for him exactly at 5:00. All his wants and needs came before mine. If I didn't do something the way he wanted it done, he'd berate me and call me useless."

She broke down again and I hugged her and let her get it out. She wiped her eyes again and took another deep breath. I took a deep breath too, because I was about ready to go find John and beat him within an inch of his life. I wasn't much of a fighter, but you DO NOT fuck with my sister.

"He didn't want me leaving the apartment unless it was to go grocery shopping, take out the trash or check the mail. He also controlled who I could talk to. He checked my phone everyday, that's why I never answered your calls or texts. But it wasn't just you, I couldn't talk to my friends either. He's tracking my phone too, so even if I do go out while he's at work he knows where I am."

"I knew there was something about that asshole I didn't like," I said, "He didn't ever put his hands on you, did he?"

"No, he never hit me," Anita said, "I thought he was going to a couple of times, but he never laid a hand on me."

"Good, because I'd have to fucking kill him," I said, "But it sounds like he was emotionally abusing you. Cutting you off from family and friends, controlling everything you did. He wanted your entire focus to be on him, and him alone. He didn't want a girlfriend, he wanted a personal slave. He didn't love you, he loved manipulating you."

"Yeah, and it almost worked," she said, sniffling. "I guess I knew what was going on, but I never did anything about it because he perfectly manipulated me, making me think everything was my fault. But then yesterday I saw something on a talk show about abusive and controlling relationships and listening to those women, they were perfectly describing what I was going through. I could relate to all of them. The final straw was before he left this morning. He made his usual demand that I clean up and make dinner, and, I quote 'try not to fuck that up, for once in your useless life do something right'. That, combined with what I saw on TV yesterday, was when I'd had enough and decided to come and see you. I had made friends with the upstairs neighbor after moving in and we talked from time to time. I think she had an idea of what was going on, but she didn't want to say anything in case she was wrong. Then today, when she saw how upset I was, she knew she was right. I would have called you from her phone, but I know you don't pick up if you don't recognize the number. So she let me use her Uber account to come to see you."

Our parents lived over 500 miles away, so going to see them was not an option. By this point she had pretty much composed herself.

"You did the right thing," I said, "Matter of fact, come on. We're going back there, we're getting your shit and you're staying with me."

"But Charlie..." she said as I stood up.

"Don't 'but Charlie' me, sis," I said, heading into my bedroom to quickly change clothes. "This isn't open to debate. I'm not letting you spend another day with that asshole, and you're not wasting money on a hotel room. It's either that or I fucking kill him. Now come on."

I came out of my bedroom, grabbed my wallet, cell phone and keys off the table by the front door. We headed back to the apartment complex where John lived. I knew exactly where it was because I once worked down the street. Since John was at work, we didn't have to worry about him coming home anytime soon, but we still worked fast.

"Grab your personal stuff, I'll pack your clothes," I said as she grabbed a suitcase out of the closet.

It only took us about 20 minutes to get everything that belonged to my sister out of the apartment and into my car. As we were making a final sweep of the apartment her phone (which she had purposely left behind) chirped with a text notification. It was John of course.

"What's for dinner?"

"Nothing you piece of shit." she said. We left the text on read, and she dropped her keys on the table next to the phone.

"Hang on a second," I said, picking up the phone. "Do you have anything important on here?"

"Just my contacts and social media stuff," she said, "But I don't want to take the phone, he's tracking it."

"Delete those," I said, handing her the phone, "But leave the phone. I'll buy you a new one later."

It took Anita a few minutes to delete her entire contact list, as well as her social media apps. Once she was done she dropped the phone on the coffee table next to her keys. She wasn't concerned with locking up.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." she said, after making one last sweep of the apartment to make sure she had everything.

Once we were on the way back to my house my sister seemed to release all the tension she'd been holding in all morning. I was pretty sure John wouldn't be showing up at my door. Like I said, I had only met him once (and I honestly doubt he even remembered me), so he had no idea where I lived. Even if he did figure it out it wouldn't end well for him. My next door neighbors were both police officers and in the two years we've been neighbors we'd become good friends. I even babysat their daughter a few times.

Once we were back at my house, Anita gave me a big hug, "Thanks Charlie."

I hugged her back, "Hey, no problem. I'm just doing my job as your brother. You can stay here as long as you want. Now, what do you say we order a pizza, crack open a couple of brews and watch some TV."

"Sounds like a plan." she said, smiling.

That night, as I was getting ready for bed, Anita came into my room.

"Hey Nini," I said, "How you doing?"

She sat on the bed next to me, "Better now that I'm away from him. I feel like I can finally breathe easy."

"Good," I said, giving her a hug, "As long as you're feeling better."

"You always know how to make me feel better, Charlie," she said, reaching between my legs and rubbing my crotch. She smiled as she felt my cock start to grow. "But I think you know what would really cheer me up. A good solid fucking."

"Anything for you sis," I said, pulling her in for a kiss as she reached inside my shorts and wrapped her warm hand around my now fully erect cock.

Oh, did I forget to mention I've been fucking my sister since we were 18? Because I have.

Let me rewind time 14 years for you.

Back when my sister and I were high school seniors and the end of the year was rapidly approaching our parents made us a deal. If we passed all our classes, our graduation present would be not only getting the summer off, but we could take a year off before starting college. That was no sweat for us. We weren't A+ students, but we weren't in danger of failing any classes. So when the end of the year finally came and we passed all our classes and graduated our parents kept up their end of the bargain and let us wait a year before we went off to college. They didn't even make us get jobs. The other part of our graduation present was money deposited into our bank accounts. Now I'm not gonna lie, we weren't filthy rich, but we were financially well off. Dad was a successful surgeon and my mother was the co-owner of a beauty salon. So my sister and I basically had a year to goof off and do whatever we wanted.

But things between Anita and I started earlier than that. There was always a spark between my sister and I. I've always known my sister was attractive, and she's always thought the same about me. Now, again, I'm not gonna lie and say that we're both model material, but we've never had a problem attracting the opposite sex. While most guys might get mad or jealous when someone compliments their sister, I didn't. In fact when my friends would tell me how beautiful Anita was, I'd reply with a sly smile and say "I know." Anita would say the same thing when her girlfriends would comment about how attractive they found me.

Once we hit our teens and our hormones went into overdrive I realized my friends were wrong. My sister wasn't just beautiful, she was fucking sexy, and she thought the same thing about me. We'd always been close, but once the hormones kicked in we grew a lot closer. The first instance happened a couple years earlier. We had come home from school (mom and dad were both still at work), and it was one of those rare days where we didn't have any homework, so we crashed on the couch and started watching TV.

"So what's going on with you and Jake?" I asked during a commercial break.

"What do you mean?" she asked, not looking at me.

"Nini..." I said, giving her my "don't bullshit me" look.

She blushed a bit, "There might be something there," she admitted, "I mean he's cute and all, but I don't know, it would be weird dating one of your friends."

I chuckled, "Jake's not really my friend," I said, "I have one class with the guy, and we have a couple of mutual friends, but we're more like casual acquaintances."

"Besides, there's nothing official," she said, "I think he's interested in me, but if he is he hasn't made a move yet. Plus, I don't know if I'm ready for anything like that anyway. I mean, I'm only 16 years old, and I haven't even kissed a guy yet. What about you?"

"I haven't kissed a guy either." I said.

Anita laughed and punched me in the arm, "That's not what I meant you dickhead and you know it, what's up with you and Rachel?"

"Rachel?" I asked, incredulous, "Please, that girl barely knows I'm alive. The only reason she talks to me is because we're lab partners."

"Although I do wonder what it's like." she said, looking out the window and off into the distance.

"What, to kiss a guy?"

"Yeah," she said, turning to look at me, "Don't you wonder how it feels to kiss a girl?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it." I said.

We sat there for a few seconds in silence looking at each other, and then almost simultaneously we leaned in and kissed each other. This was not our usual peck on the cheek, this was a full on French kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth, before I intercepted her with my own tongue. She moaned quietly as I gently put my hand behind her neck. Finally we broke the lip lock.

"Wow," she said, gasping for air, "That was... wow..."

"Yeah, you said it." I said, equally breathless.

We looked at each other and kissed again.

"I'm glad you were my first." she said when we disengaged.

"Ditto."

We sat there on the couch and kissed again and again totally ignoring the TV. We eventually pulled ourselves apart, realizing it might be prudent to stop now before we got too carried away, especially since mom would be home soon. We had composed ourselves by the time she and dad got home, and we managed to control ourselves around them and our friends, but whenever we had time alone, we wouldn't hesitate to share a few very un-sibling like kisses.

Not long after that, Anita found a boyfriend (not Jake) and I got a girlfriend, but beyond a few hot and heavy make out sessions we never went all the way with our respective significant others. We dated them through senior year but they were both going away to college and didn't want to do the long distance relationship thing, so we were able to amicably end things with them a couple of weeks before school let out.

A week after the official end of school was our parents 25th wedding anniversary. So to celebrate they were going on a week-long cruise. They had been planning this for months so Anita and I knew all about it, and we had our own plans. See, even though we were both dating while we were still in school, we still had our private make out sessions. On our 18th birthday, it went beyond that. After our dual birthday party (a tradition since we were kids) Anita's "official" present to me was letting me get to second base. I was the first guy to feast my eyes (and get my hands on) her perfect 18 year old tits. She hadn't even let her boyfriend feel her up, but that night, long after the party was over, and our parents had gone to bed, my sister let me feel her up, both with and without a shirt on. We didn't go any further than that (and believe me, we wanted to), mainly because we knew we wouldn't have enough free time to do anything more without the risk of our parents finding out.

However, when they announced the cruise, we knew we'd have our chance. Anita and I didn't have to say anything, we just exchanged a look. We'd already gotten the birds and the bees talk, and had sex ed classes in school. At 17 mom had taken Anita to the gynecologist to get her on birth control and dad had bought me some condoms. They weren't sure if we were sexually active, but they wanted to be sure that if we were, we were at least being safe. They joked that they weren't ready to be grandparents yet.

More than once, usually during one of our make out sessions, Anita and I discussed losing our virginity to each other, and we knew the cruise would be our chance. In the days leading up to mom and dad leaving we took a risk late one night after they had gone to bed, and we saw each other fully naked for the first time. God, my sister had an incredible body. I had already seen her tits, but seeing her in all her glory was a sight I will never forget, she had filled out in all the right places. She told me I was the first man to see her naked. Likewise, she was the first woman to lay eyes on my naked body. That moment is permanently etched in my memory. I remember the look on her face when she saw my erect cock, and I ran my eyes over every inch of her nubile body. We almost decided to fuck right then and there, but we held back, still not willing to risk having sex with our parents at home, we did touch each other a little before deciding on mutual masturbation. I don't know what excited me more, the fact that she was watching me, or that I was watching her. Either way it was one the most intense orgasms I've ever had.

Then the day came, our parents, assured that we would be fine for a week on our own, headed out. Once they were gone we went to my room and jumped in bed and started making out, slowly undressing each other taking the time to fully explore each other's bodies now that we had the time. Finally we were ready. I lined my cock up with my sister's pussy, and slowly penetrated her. I can't accurately describe how it felt as the warmth of my sister's tight virgin pussy enveloped my equally virgin dick. We both moaned in pleasure as I slid into her until I reached her hymen. She moaned a bit when she felt the head of my cock press against it, she looked up at me and nodded, and I pushed past it, and she squealed in pain. I almost pulled out but she held me tight and said "No, don't stop." So I kept pushing until our hips met.

"You okay?" I asked. As excited as I was to be fucking my gorgeous sister, I didn't want to hurt her either, since this was the first time for both of us.

"Yeah," she said, trying to catch her breath, "It hurt a little more than I thought but at the same time, your dick feels so good inside me. I can't believe how good it feels. It's definitely better than my fingers."

"It feels pretty damn good from my side too," I said, "I love you so much Nini."

"I love you too, Charlie," she said, "Now fuck me."

We exchanged a kiss before I proceeded to fuck my sister for what would be the first of many times. After that we were off to the races, we fucked twice a day every day that week, trying various different positions and even went down on each other. We didn't stop after our parents got back, since they still had to go to work. Once they left for work in the morning we'd have the apartment to ourselves all day and we'd fuck at least once a day. We still spent time with our friends who had the same kind of deal with their parents that we did with ours to take the year off. But we spent most of that year learning how to sexually please each other.

It went on like that for the next 14 years, even when we eventually went off to college. We ended up going to the same school and had an off campus apartment. We both eventually started dating, but when we had time to ourselves I was balls deep in my sister. Our justification was "It's not cheating if it's family". However, something we both quickly realized was that no matter how good our partners were, sometimes the only way I could get off was to imagine I was fucking Anita, and vice versa for her.

After graduating college we lived together for a bit before we both got jobs and could afford to move to our own places (with a little help from our parents), and of course in all that time, we would always find time for a spirited mattress mambo. Although I had a few girlfriends and she had a few boyfriends throughout the years, we always ended up breaking things off because none of my girlfriends could ever measure up to my sister, and none of her boyfriends could measure up to me. In fact, it didn't matter if one or both of us were in a relationship, we always made time for a roll in the hay, again falling back on the "It's not cheating if it's family" justification. We knew it was wrong, but we didn't care. We just couldn't get enough of each other.