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New Home Ding Dong! I reached over and slapped my alarm, then looked at the time. 2:36 am. Nope, not my alarm. I checked my phone, no missed calls, not my phone either. Ding Dong! Knock Knock Knock! I rubbed my eyes and threw on an old t-shirt. Who the hell was at my door at this hour of the morning. I opened the door, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck himself. A good way to get your ass kicked is to wake up a 6’2” built 20 year old at 2:30 in the morning. I opened the door when instantly my anger melted like snow in front of the sun. Standing before me was my little sister of 18 years, holding a small duffle bag, wearing a wan smile and an old hoodie and a pair of blue jeans, all of which was drenched in the pouring rain. I shook my head, clearing the cobwebs and ushered her inside, closing the door and feeling her small 5’2” frame cling to mine. Her tears combined with the water on her shirt to soak mine through in a matter of minutes. Even wracked with sobs, anyone could tell she was beautiful. And it hurt me to see such a beautiful person, both physically and otherwise, in such sadness. Together we walked to my bedroom. “Kassie, here, put these on, change out of those wet clothes.” Dutifully, I turned my back as she put on an old t-shirt of mine and a pair of my sweatpants, but did catch the briefest glimpse of her body. Now in dry clothes (albeit clothes about three sizes to large for her) she curled up in a ball on my bed, her head on my lap, my hand stroking her wet, blonde hair as she started to cry again. Her hair, usually straight and hanging down to her butt was wet and disheveled. The only thing I was able to distinguish was her saying my name, Matt, every now and again. Her sobs began to şişli escort bayan decrease and the tears stopped flowing as she readied herself to tell me what happened. I sat there silently, waiting for her to speak on her own accord. If she wanted to tell me what happened, I would be all ears. But I didn’t want to push. My fingers worked through her hair as she began to speak. “Matt, they kicked me out. Mom and dad. Well dad really. Mom just watched, silently, as usually.” Dad always made the decision in the family, Mom was just there, never really making herself known. “Your place was the only place I knew to come.” She turned her head to look up at me slowly, with trepidation as though I might kick her out also. “You’ll stay with me.” The smile she threw at me was perfect. Her eyes were red and her make up was running, but she had never looked happier, or more beautiful, in her life. Knowing she had a place to stay, away from the hell hole that was our house was already making her feel better. “Care to tell me what happened?” Her smile disappeared, and was replaced by a face of pure anger and hatred. She started talking. “I was dressed to go out, you know, short skirt, crop top, showing off the goods,” I nodded. She had the body to pull it off too. A tiny girl, but stacked with what had to be at least a large C cup and a tight little butt that was enough to make most men drool. Even though she was my sister, I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t been caught staring once or twice. She continued in an icy, steely voice. She kept talking, “anyway, just before I left, Dad comes up to me and tells me to tone it down, less make up, more clothes. I grabbed a jacket and pulled it on over mecidiyeköy escort bayan my outfit and headed to the door. Again, he wasn’t satisfied. He physically grabbed me and pulled me over, leaning down into my face and said ‘covering the slut with a jacket does not cover up the inner slut.’ I was furious. I pushed him back and yelled at him that I wasn’t a slut, that I haven’t even slept with a boy. He was having none of it, convinced I was lying to him. We yelled back and forth for a while then he stopped. He got all calm and collected. You know how he gets when he’s dead serious. He looked me dead in the eye and pointed at the door and simply said ‘leave.’ I ran up to my room, threw on some other clothes and ran here, hoping you’d be home.” I just looked at her speechless for a few minutes then pulled her close to me and hugged her tightly. “You’re staying here as long as you want.” I kissed her forehead and smiled at her. I turned back and with a smirk said to her, “You’re slutty ass can have the bed. I’ll take the couch tonight.” She glowered at me in mock anger and flipped me the bird before settling in on my bed. With a smile she called out, “Night, Matt. And thanks.” “No problem, Kass, sleep well.” The night passed with no incidents. I awoke to a brightly shining sun in the morning and Kassie mirrored it perfectly. She looked like a completely different person. She was bright and vibrant, full of life and energy. Such a contrast from the night before. It was an utter joy for me to see her dancing around the kitchen as she made breakfast (she insisted she would cook to pay me back for my hospitality). She was humming and singing as we went shopping to get her some new escort şişli clothes, and even pointing out women who might suit me well as we passed by. “What about her Matt, you see that ass on that one?” Being out of the house for a year, I forgot how much fun my little sister was, but I was remembering now. We laughed and hung out for the rest of the day, enjoying a light dinner and some drinks before heading to bed. Again, she took my bed, I bunked on the couch. The next day was more of the same, bright and sunny weather, and a bright and sunny sister to go with it. We hit the beach, the park, and just lazed out enjoying the nice weather and our newly re-discovered friendship. We were joking just like we had years ago. I was starting to really enjoy my time spent with my little sister, maybe a little too much. Every now and again, I would glance at her and notice what a true beauty she really was, how much I loved her, and started to wonder if it bordered on something not traditionally felt for a little sister. But as soon as I would feel it, I would push it to the back of my mind. That night, it started to pour out of nowhere. A freak summer storm. The bright and shining personality my sister was sporting the past few days disappeared with the sunshine, and she became gloomy and depressed, until she went to her (my) bedroom. She lay down when I heard the tiniest voice imploring me. “Matt?” I walked in. She lay under my covers, her eyes watering. “Yea Kass?” “It feels just like the night when…when I…” “Shh, I know. Do you want me to stay here tonight?” With a small nod of the head she confirmed and I lay out a blanket on the floor, getting ready to lie down when she again said my name. “Matt, could you…?” She didn’t finish the rest of the sentence but scooted over in the bed and pulled the covers back. Her eyes darted to the free spot on the bed. “Of course baby sis.” I climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over me and leaning over to kiss Kassie gently on the forehead.
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