I'd been practicing law at a firm for 10 years. At 32 I was the youngest man in the city to make junior partner, on a track to make senior partner by 35, though to be honest, I was getting sort of burnt out. All corporate law, people more interested in settling in their best interests, not in justice. But, still in all, things were going smoothly, with me making a good amount of money. But that all came to an abrupt end when I got a call from my sister, who said that mom and dad were just in a serious accident, and they both might not make it. I hopped on a plane that morning, telling my bosses that I didn't know when I would return, or even if I would. If our parents didn't make it, I advised them, I would have a lot of chores to complete, including selling the house my sis and I grew up in; it wasn't exactly a market conducive to selling quickly. They understood, wished me the best and told me my position would be there until I got back. But I did know better. There was always another talent on the horizon willing to work more cheaply. I could practically see their collective fingers crossed.
Hi, I'm Jeff, my sister is Helen, five years younger than I am. It'd been a number of years since I left home. Helen was pretty, but I thought kinda dorky and not very interested in makeup and keeping herself fit, at least when I left. I thought her kinda tomboyish. My perception of my sister was about to change drastically.
Helen was what might be called painfully shy. I was her protector; the one who wound up getting beat up defending her honor, sticking up for her when she got into trouble with our parents. Mom and dad had decent parenting skills in that they kept a roof over our heads and made sure we were bereft of nothing, but they had a dark side. They both drank too much and required me to keep them separate when they were three sheets and one made an insensitive remark. Too often I would come home to mom having bruises or dad having a broken bone. Never did they take out their anger on us kids, but the damage they did to each other was sometimes staggering. Eventually I grew tired of being the middle-man and struck out on my own, took out loans and did whatever else I had to do to pay my way through law school. The saving grace to my not going in over my head was I was able to secure a couple of small grants.
The airport was not as busy as it usually was, and I was able to breeze through the ads that promoted whatever local business promising a lifetime of ease if I invested with "Tom,
through the TSA checkpoint and onto the plane in less than an hour. The skyline of the city faded away, the skyscraper and spires with tiny ant-sized occupants less and less obvious as the airplane climbed to 30,000 feet. As I kept myself occupied by the airline magazine trying to sell me worthless and overpriced crap, my memories kept creeping back into conscienceless, I thought about the harm mom and dad did to each other. Thankfully Helen rarely had to witness the knock-down-drag-out fights, and although I rarely saw the actual fights, I was the one who had to apply makeup, hoping sis wouldn't have to notice.
As the plane landed, I could see people in the small terminal waving frantically at the plane. I closed my eyes and imagined the service members that had landed at this very tarmac and others like it right after world war II, how many arms had waved just as frantically, all happy and relieved to know it was over. When the liner finished its taxi and rolled up to the terminal dock, I was one of the first to offload since I was fortunate enough to be in first class.
I spied my sister, or the person I thought was my sister who looked so familiar but so very different. Gone was the dowdy look of a shy girl, replaced by a confident 27 year old woman wearing a tight blouse, hip-clinging skirt that was professional, but revealed muscular thighs, though the skirt was only a couple of inches above the knees and 4-inch black patent leather stilettos. She was much taller than I thought she'd be, with a lithe upper body that was trim with upper arms that snap someone in two if they got out of line. Her breasts stood so high and firm they seemed to want to burst through her blouse, sporting cleavage that would make any man's blood boil.
I swear if that woman wasn't my sister I would have barely forgiven my body for reacting the way it did. We hugged, and I hoped there was enough clothing between us for her to not notice. Instead she glibly used that famous Mae West line from "She done him wrong" with a smirk on her face. I felt myself flush. But Helen playfully pushed me away and laughed boisterously. "Oh come on Jeff, don't be so uptight. Men have this reaction when they see a cute chick. It's normal and natural. If you didn't have a boner I'd worry about you."
"Damn girl, look at you. I have missed you so much. Sorry you had to deal with, ya know, all by yourself," I said, knowing the accident had happened a week prior. "Have they...?"
"Unfortunately, yes. We just have to go over the will and other paperwork, then decide what to do with the house."
Helen didn't seem to be too terribly broken up about the whole matter, though it seemed kind of obvious she was putting on a brave face. Neither one of us felt very close to mom and dad, but still it's a shock to the system to lose both of them at once.
"Come on brother. I got an Uber waiting. I'm sure you're ready to get back to your big lawyer life."
"Well, actually sis, I don't know that I am, at least not just yet. I'll explain on the way."
On the ride to the house we grew up in, I waxed nostalgic, rememering the old swimming hole we used to play in, how Helen would ambush me by pushing me into the water before I stripped down to my underwear and how I teased her that I was going to take off her swimsuit. The house was the same except for a few upgrades. The paneled windows had been replaced by a picture window and a motorized shutter. "You know how mom loved the light," Helen said while I admired it from the outside. It was a wide-sweeping convex design, giving a panoramic view of the street. "And yes, she had a tad bit of exhibitionist in her, she said before I could question how much of the
I didn't bring up our parents since I wasn't sure if she knew about the abuse of each other they endured. I didn't know how us kids avoided being punching bags, but sis didn't need to know about incidents we could neither control nor was worth reminiscing about.
Even with the happy memories, I couldn't help recalling the pain of watching mom and dad drink themselves into stupors and beating the crap out of each other. I finally had to shake myself back to the present so I wouldn't get depressed. I looked at how much of a woman Helen had become and again felt myself stirring in places a man oughtn't stir when looking at his sister. I didn't know that my sister was also secretively looking at me and wanted to jump me right there in the back seat of the ride-share car. But nothing like that happened. I figured if I dared touch Helen she would do something melodramatic like slap me. It never dawned on me that all I had to do was start groping her and she would pull my cock out and jerk me off.
We went into the house with my bags after giving the driver a generous tip. I dropped the luggage and told Helen I was going to take a nap before delving into the paperwork. I was beat, and I was desperate to get the image of Helen's body out of my mind.
I was surprised to see my rooom exactly as I had left it so many years earlier; it was exactly as if I had never left, save for the musty smell of not having been lived in for at close to 20 years. I didn't even bother turning the bed, but just collapsed on the mattress, quickly falling asleep.
There was a tap at the door after what seemed like minutes, but turned out to be at least three hours. "Hi big brother, I'm sorry if I awoke you, but the lawyer's office just dropped off a bunch of documents."
"Oh that's okay baby, er, um, Helen, I didn't want to sleep too late anyway."
"What did you want to tell me on the way over that you said you would tell me in the car?"
"Oh, that. Just that I'm kinda tired of the big city life. I found a few law firms nearby that could use an attorney with my experience. The money's not as good, of course, but it might be fun dealing with small-town stuff for a change."
"A lot of people sure could use what you have to offer. Matter of fact, so could I," sis said with a nervous smile creeping across her lips. All the time she was talking she kept on arm behind her back as though concealing something which the look on her face told me she was eager to show me.
"Why, hon, do you have some kind of legal trouble?"
