Homecoming

“Hey, come on in,” my 24 year-old younger sister, Kaitlyn—Katie—, said after opening the front door to her small house. I walked in carrying only my duffel bag, which contained most of what I owned: a few sets of wrinkled clothing, an army uniform, a couple of books, some other miscellaneous things, and a single picture of my soon-to-be ex-wife that had kept me going through the rough times.

“Can I get you something? Coffee? Cocoa?” Katie asked me softly. She looked like she wanted to reach out to me, but had thought better of it. I shook my head and dazedly walked over to the sofa in her living room before plopping right down. Leather? Fake leather? It was pretty comfortable, whatever it was.

Being seven years apart, we weren’t really that close—I’d left home to enlist when Katie was just 12, then re-enlisted because the money was good—, but family’s family, and when a she-devil in angel’s clothing stabs you in the back, then turns you around and stabs you straight through the heart to finish the job—well, family is all that’s left.

I heard some light noise from the kitchen and, a minute later, Katie came in with a cup of cocoa for herself and sat next to me, about a half-a-seat away.

I’d already told her what I’d come home from deployment to find happening in my bed just a week before. I’d gotten home in the early morning and figured I would surprise my wife by slipping into bed with her while she was asleep, only to find another man shoving himself disgustingly between her legs. I’d raged and pulled him off of my wife, handily tossing his naked ass out of my house, followed by his clothes—maybe some of my wife’s too. I hadn’t given a damn—before turning back to my wife, who had followed us down screaming at me to put Paul down, and getting into a huge fight with her.

After some choice words from her about how I wasn’t around to care for and love her and about how much better Precious Paul was at screwing, I’d ended up packing what little was well-and-truly mine into my duffel and walking out the door, slamming it for good effect. It was mildly fulfilling.

“I have the other bedroom made up for you already. It was kind of my creative studio, so it’s a bit messy. The guest bed isn’t much, but it’s better than the floor, probably. Sorry I don’t have anything better for you.”

I nodded and felt myself sink a bit further into the sofa. Katie looked at me for a moment more—Was she waiting for me to say something? Break down? Explode?—before apparently deciding that I wasn’t going to say or do anything and got up to put her cup away.

“Katie,” I blurted out. She turned halfway around and looked at me over her shoulder, her hair gently falling down the side of her face, and a feeling I couldn’t identify started stirring in me.

“I, uh,” I stammered. She gave me this demure, little smile while waiting for me to speak.

“Sorry. I don’t want it to seem like I’m ungrateful... This means a hell of a lot to me, I just...” I rambled.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been cheated on before, too, Eric, and you’re all... You’re all I have left... Remember?” she said, before continuing on her way.

I did remember. Our parents...

Katie had been in her senior year of college, about to graduate. Mom and Dad had taken her out for a celebratory dinner. On the way back, there had been a bad collision. Real bad. A drunk driver had careened through an intersection and collided with my parents’ car. Miraculously, Katie had come out of it with only a broken arm and some change, but our parents...

After that, Katie had somehow pulled through the pain I’m damn sure she must have been feeling and finished college with honors, snagging some kind of business or marketing degree or other, before getting some kind of job in the same field.

I’d been able to briefly visit her for the funeral before getting deployed to the action. She’d already had her own apartment by then and seemed pretty much set, so I figured she’d be okay. I hadn’t really had any contact with her after that. Like I said, we weren’t that close, anyway. Lots of things change in twelve years. God, had it really been that long?

I finally pushed myself up from the sofa, grabbed my duffel, and walked upstairs. I wanted a shower bad. Between the flight back from the other side of the world, coming home to my life falling apart, staying up all night in motel rooms drinking the finest cheap rum money could buy, then busing down to my sister’s house, I hadn’t had a proper shower in over a week, and even I could smell it.

I walked into the room that was obviously to be mine and set my duffel down next to my bed, before pulling out some passably clean clothes—wrinkled, of course—and headed back out to the bathroom.

I opened the bathroom door and walked straight in... To Katie wearing only a white towel around her waist. The room was steamy, and the mirror was semi-fogged. Her tits were on display, and like any red-blooded man, my eyes went straight to them. I stared, transfixed, my eyes cataloging as much as they could before Katie recovered from her deer-in-headlights moment and turned away, covering herself.

“Eric...” she said, uncomfortably.

“Shit! Katie, I’m sorry!” I practically yelled before promptly backing out and shutting the door. I walked back into the guest bedroom and sat down on the bed. I let my face fall into my hands, trying to rub some sense in as I tried to process what the hell had just happened.

A few minutes passed, and Katie sat down on the bed next to me. I looked up and over at her. She had put on a simple and modestly V-cut shirt, not showing much, but my eyes went to her chest briefly before I determinedly looked up at her eyes. Her face was red. Well, hell. Whose wouldn’t be after I barged in on them like that?

“Look, Katie. I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I—” I started, but Katie cut me off.

“Eric. It’s fine. It’s my fault. I probably should have warned you I was going to be taking a shower. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m not.” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “ I mean, that’s not what I meant!” I was floundering.

Katie gave me that coy, little smile again, before getting up and reaching out her hands for mine to help me up.

“Let’s just forget about it for now. I’m going downstairs to get started on breakfast. Eggs, sausage, and pancakes sound good?” she asked me as I took her small hands and let myself be helped up.

“Yeah. Sounds great, Kate. Thanks.” I replied. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, and then I’ll be down.”

“Okay.” She looked into my eyes for a moment, then, apparently having reached some inner decision, wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. I felt my arms awkwardly wrap back around her, and I patted her shoulder.

“You stink. Take a shower,” she said playfully before letting go of me and heading downstairs.

It was turning out to be a strange morning already, and I couldn’t figure it out. Mentally shrugging, I grabbed the clothes from before and, confident that there wasn’t going to be a half-naked woman in there this time, strolled into the bathroom and stripped.

As I was showering, the memory of Katie’s tits floated to mind without my permission. I couldn’t stop thinking about how full and round they looked. They weren’t anything too big—I hate really big boobs anyway. They never look right on the small frames I like—, but Katie was nicely stacked, I thought.

I shook my head to get rid of the intruding thoughts and images. I told myself how wrong it was to think about my sister that way. Flesh and blood. Betraying me completely, though, my dick stood straight up. Damn thing.

I was nearly done with my shower, wondering if I should relieve myself before going back out to the rest of my day, when I heard Katie call out to me from the other side of the curtain. I could see her outline through it as she approached, and I could feel the same inner stirrings from before beginning again.

“Eric, we’re out of syrup. Think you’ll be okay while I run down to the corner store and snag some?” she called to me. I couldn’t stop myself. I felt my hand grab my length and start stroking.

“Y-yeah,” I replied, my voice cracking a bit. I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Go ahead.” I was eyeballing her silhouette like a damn teenager! Get a hold of yourself! I shouted in my head.

“Okay.” She paused. “Are... Are you okay in there, Eric?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Go ahead.” Get out of here Katie, or you’re gonna hear something you probably don’t want!

“O-okay. Be back soon!” she called before I heard the door shut.

Not a second too soon. I grunted hard, shooting sticky ropes up and onto my chest and stomach, my hand coaxing more of the viscous fluid out of my hard dick.

I finished forcing the last of the stuff out of my softening member and let my heavy breathing slow down. Shit. That should not have happened, I thought as I washed the fluid off of my torso.

Wait, was that... Katie? I thought I’d heard a woman’s voice, and it was a sweeter noise than I dared let myself think about. I figured I was probably just imagining it. The water falling out of the showerhead was pretty loud, after all. How could I have heard anything else?

I finished cleaning up, dried myself off, and called down the stairs to see if Katie was still in the house. She wasn’t, so I walked into the bedroom to grab my shaving gear.

Katie came back in with a small bag as I was walking down the staircase. She caught my eyes and smiled demurely at me once again. Her face was flushed.

“It’s cold out there! I didn’t expect it to be snowing.” she exclaimed, shaking some of the powder off of herself before closing the door and getting rid of her jacket and shoes.

“Did you get it?” I asked, inquiring after the syrup.

“Real maple!” She pulled the bottle out and showed me.

We walked into the kitchen/dining room—same room, really—, and I sat down. Katie warmed up the food a bit, prepared each of us a plate, and brought it over. It looked damn delicious.

“Damn, Kate. Where’d you learn to cook like this? This is amazing!” I said. The last time I’d seen a meal this good was probably before I left home for basic training.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Eric.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “Anyway, try it first before you praise me. Maybe you’ll hate it.” She handed me a fork, and I dug in.

I might have tried to say something like “This is really good, Katie,” but my mouth was full, so she didn’t hear it.

“Gross! Don’t talk with your mouth full, Eric. Honestly, who’s the older one here?” she chided me. She was smiling at me when I looked up at her, though.

We finished our breakfast over a conversation of how her life and job were going. Katie was the team lead in a marketing department for a chain of department stores, and she seemed to like it a lot, going by the happiness in her face as she told me about what she did. She told me she was dating an older guy—about ten years—who was a regional director for some or other company I’d never heard of. She didn’t get to see him all that often because he was always traveling.

I felt a flare of protectiveness seize me—That ass hole better not be getting any funny ideas about my little sister!—before I remembered she was old enough now to make her own decisions about that. Katie, however, gave me a funny look momentarily before asking me about the army. I didn’t say much. Some of it was just boring day-to-day stuff, some of it I had to keep secret, and most of the rest was a sore spot—we’d lost some good people for various reasons. Sometimes, I’d almost say it was worth it for the progress we’d made, other times...

I shook myself out of that line of thinking before I sat back and patted my toned belly as if I were an old, fat man, groaning contentedly. Katie laughed.

“That was great, Kate. A guy could get used to cooking like that, you know. Lindsey never bother—” I shut up and felt myself sink into despondence.

Katie came over and once again reached out for me to take her hands. I did, and she walked me to the living room and sat me down on the sofa, before sitting right next to me and wrapping herself around me, laying her head on my chest like she had just hours before.

This seemed like new territory for me. New territory makes me uncomfortable. Had we been this close before? I struggled to remember what life was like before I left, when I was only 19 and had a zippy, little 12 year-old sister, but with what I’ve seen lately, my memory just isn’t so good.

I could hear Katie taking slow, deep breaths as she practically lay on me.

“You smell way better, now, Smelly.” she said, chuckling.

“Shut up,” I replied, but I couldn’t help but chuckle along with her. This girl was warming me up from the inside out, whether I wanted it or not. I decided then that coming here had been the right choice.

Katie said that she needed to get some things done and asked if I was going to be okay by myself.

“I’ll manage, somehow. Anyway I got some things I need to do, myself, so I might be back late,” I told her.

“Don’t be too late. I don’t like late dinners,” she replied, and with that, Katie left the house.

That night, as I lay in my strange, new bed, trying to get comfortable, I thought about this new relationship I was building with my sister. I still couldn’t remember what it had been like before I left.

It hadn’t escaped me, either, that being here and being treated so well by her felt like having a new wife. I had to be careful. I didn’t want to cast my little sister into the role left by my whore of a wife.

The next couple of days went by mostly the same. Katie had only taken the one day off for me, so breakfasts were a little simpler before she left for work. I had gone out to check out the town and maybe try to find a bit of work. After I told her about what I’d been doing, Katie basically told me off for trying to work on my leave, and said that if I needed something to do, there were things around the house and yard that needed to be done. I laughed at how serious she was being and accepted. She rewarded me with another one of those wrappy hugs I was slowly getting used to.

One of my days took a dive, however, when I received a call from Katie at work. I’d gotten a cheap prepaid cellphone for emergencies in case Katie and I needed to contact each other, but she’d called me more than a couple times on her breaks just to say hi and see what I was doing, always sounding happy to hear me.

“Hi, Eric! What are you doing?” she asked me. I could just see her bouncing around wherever she was just from her voice.

“Oh, you know me. Destroying things, sleeping around, breaking hearts.”

“Well, quit it. I don’t like it when you do that.” It got silent for a few seconds. Is she...

“Anyway, Charles, the guy I’m dating, is in town, and he wants to have dinner with me. I told him you were staying with me, and he said to invite you along. Do you want to meet him?”

No. “Sure, Kate. Where and what time?”

“Well, I’m coming home like normal, and we’ll just leave from the house. Be ready at 6:30?” she said. It sounded like she really wanted my input on this.

“Sure. Sounds good,” I said, though I couldn’t keep the disappointment out of my voice. Why am I being like this? I thought to myself.

“Okay. Are you sure? Eric?” she added after I didn’t reply immediately. “Hey don’t worry about her. We’ll go and have a good time, and she can rot wherever she’s at while we are! See you tonight?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Katie. See you,” I hung up. The call left a bitter aftertaste.

Dinner went pretty well, all things considered. Charles seemed like a pretty decent guy on the outside. Regional director, like Katie had told me, nice car, had a kid with his ex-wife—Katie quickly steered the conversation away from that avenue—, a regular all-American guy. Something about him rubbed me the wrong way, though, and I couldn’t figure out what.

After dinner, we went out for some drinks at a dance club, and Katie and Charles danced a little bit. I tried to strike up conversations here and there, along with a few dances, but was only mildly successful. Oddly, whenever I checked over to keep an eye on Katie, I saw that it was she that had been keeping an eye on me, instead of on her date. You’d have thought I was the younger sibling that needed watching from how she was watching me!

The night ended after that, and we were fixing to head back. Katie and Charles shared a few kisses, and all I wanted to do was knock the guy’s lights out. Why don’t I like this guy? Katie deserves to be happy, and she probably wants me to approve, I thought, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I didn’t trust this guy.

Charles came over smiling and offered his hand, the slick bastard.

“It was good to meet you, Eric. Kaitlyn’s lucky to have a good, older brother like you to watch over her.” Way to be a condescending ass hole, guy.

“Sure,” was all I said as I shook his hand. “See ya ‘round.”

Katie and I got in the car, and I drove us back as Katie had had a few more drinks than I had, and we figured it was just smarter for me to drive. The drive was silent for a few minutes, before...

“Well?” she probed me.

“Well, what?” I said shortly.

“What do you think of him?” she said, exasperated. I know, what else could she have meant?

“... I don’t like him. Something about him feels off.”

“What?! What do you mean?” she asked incredulously.

“I don’t know. Just something about him.”

“Eric—” she started before I interrupted her.

“Look, Kate. You seem to like him, and that’s great. I want you to be happy. I’m just saying, there’s something about him, and I don’t trust him. That’s all.”

Katie was silent for a bit and then did something that surprised me. She grabbed my hand and laced her fingers through mine before settling herself down in the seat.

“He’s been a little distant lately. I thought it was stress from work or, you know, something like that. He did mention once that his ex-wife called him, though. Maybe they’re fighting...” she wondered aloud.

Or maybe... Well, no sense in thinking about could be’s, I thought.

We got home and got ready to turn in for the night. I was downstairs, drinking a glass of ice-cold water—sort of a nightly ritual for me, even in the winter. Ready for bed, I had only boxer shorts on, and I was about to head up when Katie came down the steps in a mostly-opaque black nightie.

I couldn’t help but take in her exposed body as she walked into the kitchen. The nightie covered just the important parts and didn’t leave any else to the imagination. Her creamy skin was everywhere my eyes looked, and I hadn’t noticed when I’d licked my lips.

The way my eyes had thoroughly raked her wasn’t lost on her, either, and she gave me that little smile that I associated with her now. I don’t think I remember her ever smiling like that when she was little.

“What’s up?” I asked, breaking the charged silence.

“I heard you down here and wanted to see what you were doing,” she said softly.

“I do this every night, you know,” I said to her, laughing.

“Usually before we head up for the night,” she corrected me.

“Yeah, well...”

“I just wanted to say goodnight, and thanks for driving us back,” she continued in a quiet voice.

Katie had slowly moved closer as we’d been talking, and with her last statement, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up and kissing me softly on the cheek before resting her head against my chest.

I could feel her full boobs through the thin material separating my bare chest from hers. Katie completely molded her warm body to mine, and I knew it would be trouble if she didn’t move soon. I knew she had to be able to feel me through my boxers, even if I wasn’t hard—yet.

As if she could read my mind, Katie did... something, and her stomach moved ever-so-slightly against me, and I tensed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me with a hint of breathlessness.

“Nothing. Let’s get to bed. Goodnight, Katie.” I surprised myself when I kissed the top of her head. It felt like a happy, familiar action.

She let out a girly, uncharacteristic giggle, then leaned up to kiss my cheek again. I once again tensed. Katie has to know what she’s doing, I thought. She’d just rubbed along my stiffening length with what had to be just above her pubic area. I had to take control of this situation.

I pulled her arms off of me, set my glass down on the counter, and walked out of the kitchen. I could practically feel her eyes on the full tent of my boxer shorts.

I got into bed and tried to will myself to sleep. What the hell was my sister thinking? I hadn’t gotten that kind of action in almost a year, and if she kept that up...

I’d almost fallen asleep when something gently pulled me back. Was I hearing things? I paid attention for a few moments more, but couldn’t hear anything, so I shifted into a more comfortable position and closed my eyes before I heard it again.

A faint noise. A cat, maybe? No. There it was again. What the hell? I got up and quietly went out onto the landing. I could hear it clearly now, and it was no cat. It was Katie.

I moved closer to her closed bedroom door, and I could hear the muffled moans and whimpers coming from her. Holy shit, Katie’s...

“Yes! Oh, God!” Katie was moaning breathlessly. “Right there!” I could hear sticky noises from the other side of the door. God what were those fingers doing? I reached down to find my little sister’s moans had woken another part of me up as well. I wrapped my hand around myself over the cotton weave and slid it up and down. It felt amazing.

More of Katie’s sweet whimpers and sounds reached my ears as I continued pumping myself. My baby sister was a grown woman, and she was giving herself the attention that grown women need from time to time. If that wasn’t my sister in there on that bed, I thought...

No. I had to stop thinking about that kind of thing, or I was going to be in trouble. I was saved when a loud, helpless moan cut through my thoughts, and I felt myself twitch from the enjoyment of hearing it.

In her muffled voice—she must have been biting a pillow or blanket—Katie was muttering more intermittent nonsense.

“Right there, right there! Fuck me! Yes, yes! Eric!” she gasped, and I could hear her take great, shuddering breaths.

I couldn’t believe it. Katie was getting herself off to thoughts of me. I couldn’t stand any more, either, and I started coming in my shorts, my dick spasming and contracting, loosing the thick, white liquid into my boxers. My own breathing was coming erratically, and I struggled to keep it under control.

Just as I finished making a mess of myself, the floorboards under me gave a loud creak, and I instantly heard Katie quiet her breathing. I quickly made my way back to my bed and under the covers and immediately felt ready to sleep. My body was certainly feeling relieved.

After a couple seconds, I heard soft footsteps and then the bedroom door opening. A darkened silhouette walked in, and I heard Katie call out to me.

“Eric? Are you awake?” I made a soft mumbling sort of noise.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Can’t sleep,” she said, sitting softly on the edge of the bed.

“Drink some milk,” I offered. Katie didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but,” she started and didn’t finish.

“Come on, spit it out.”

“Can I lay with you? Like when I was a girl. That always helped me sleep. You remember. Right?” she asked in a soft voice that she hadn’t used while I’d been back. It sent through me a familiar feeling. Had I held her until she’d fallen asleep when she was little?

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Katie,” I said uncomfortably.

“It’s really cold, too. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t... If I didn’t think it would really help. Eric?” Quit using that voice on me, Katie.

“Bed’s kinda small, Katie.” I said, trying to deter her. My 24 year-old sister was trying to get her 31 year-old brother to sleep with her to keep her warm. What the hell was going on?

“We’ll use mine. Come on.” She reached under the blanket and groped around for my hand, then started pulling on me to get me up.

“All right, all right. Just... Go get in bed, and give me a minute. I need to put something decent on,” I said.

Katie immediately got up, and a few seconds later, I heard her flop into her bed. I peeled off my soaked boxers and stuffed them down to the bottom of my duffel, before fishing out a different pair—didn’t know if they were particularly clean or not—and slipping them on, followed by some running shorts. Not finding anything better, I pulled on an undershirt, then walked into my sister’s bedroom.

I couldn’t see that well in the dark, but it had a nice, cozy feel to it—not cluttered and not barren. It probably helped that I could definitely smell what Katie had been up to just minutes before. The aroma was heady and intoxicating, inviting. If I’d had to smell it every day, I probably wouldn’t have complained.

Katie’s bed looked to be a queen-size, and pretty comfortable. She reached her hand out to me from under the covers, and I walked over, shaking my head and wondering what the hell I was doing.

I reached my hand out to hers, and she grabbed it, pulling on me until I was under the covers with her. As soon as I was situated, she backed herself into me, grabbed my left arm, and pulled it around her, holding it to her chest like a favorite stuffed animal.

“You’re so warm,” she commented. “I haven’t felt this comfortable since I was a girl.” She pushed herself back against me again, trying to mold her warm body against mine.

She did this a few more times, trying to get as much contact with me as she could, but really, all she accomplished was rubbing her ass against my groin, a fact that wasn’t lost on my body.

I could feel myself getting hard again, and I was worried Katie would notice. After all, how could she not? My dick was rising straight up between her ass cheeks and would be pushing against her little lips through the fabric of her panties very soon.

Katie, however, acted for all the world like nothing was at all out of place, and merely sighed like she’d never been happier. What the hell?

After too long, it seemed like I wasn’t going to fall asleep any time soon. It wasn’t made any better when Katie sleepily took my hand and put it directly on her left boob.

This was getting dangerous. I had my sister’s full, warm tit in my hand, and my hard length was throbbing between her legs. Every once in a while, Katie would shift or wiggle herself on it, and I was thinking more and more about what it would feel like to be buried in that soft, velvety pussy of hers.

My hand started moving, seemingly of its own accord, and I started feeling around my sister’s breast through the fabric covering it, feeling its pliability and its warmth, before shifting my thumb over the nipple that was gently poking through. It quickly got hard under my touch, and I moved my fingers so I could squeeze the hard, little bud between them.

Katie let out a sleepy moan, and I stopped, thinking I’d woken her, but all she did was push herself once again on my hardened rod, and I couldn’t help but tense against her and push myself between those warm, sexy ass cheeks. This only prompted her to repeat her action, and we started a slow, awkward dance with our hips. I certainly wasn’t complaining, though a small voice inside of me was shouting at me that this definitely wasn’t something I should be doing with my little sister.

I could no longer resist, however, how good that panty-covered pussy felt rubbing against the rock-hard tent I was sporting in my shorts.

Again and again, I pushed myself along the inside of those cheeks, and again and again she pushed herself back against me. Katie had given up her charade of sleeping and was breathing hard when she reached up with her arms to wrap them behind my head. Her fingers were running all through my hair, and I was surprised at how good it felt to have my sister’s fingers doing something so simple and innocuous to me.

I had started playing with her nipple again before palming her whole breast, kneading and squeezing, rubbing up and down her chest. Katie reached down with her left hand and guided my hand down between her legs. I felt her soaked panties, and she let out a helpless whimper. It was one of the sweetest sounds I had ever heard, and I rubbed her with two fingers over the wet fabric.

By now she was bucking on me, and I didn’t think I could handle much more. All I could think of was getting my dick inside of her, but I really didn’t want to take that last step with my flesh-and-blood sister. I won’t deny how much I wanted to take Katie right then and there, but it felt so cardinally wrong that I knew I would never forgive myself if I took advantage of her that way. Besides, she was dating someone—not that I was at all thinking about that at the time.

So I did the next best thing, I kept rubbing that hot, little quim, and she kept shoving her perfect ass against me and running those sexy little fingers through my hair.

Until then, Katie hadn’t said a word, but she was about to come, and apparently, she wanted me to know it.

“Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric!” she chanted until she started shuddering hard against me. She grasped my left hand hard between her legs and whimpered and moaned and shuddered, as I continued to thrust my dick between her legs and drenched, barely-there panties. I saw stars and jerked violently against her as I shot off into my boxers and shorts once again, moaning into her ear.

Katie gave little “mm”s and other moans as I finished coming against her hot body.

We came down from our high, and she pulled my arm back up to her chest, sliding herself back into her previous position, ass in my messy crotch, but this time, I was completely spent and soft against her.

I got myself comfortable, and Katie sighed that happy sigh again before her breathing evened out. I felt exhausted and let my head rest against the pillow finally, my nose in her long, brunette hair. It smelled pleasantly familiar, and I drifted off to a comfortable sleep.

I awoke the next morning to sun rays in my face. Damn, I hated that.

Still, I felt nice. I was warm, and it smelled good. Under the covers, Katie had mostly crawled on top of me after I had rolled on my back at some point during the night. She had her head laying on my chest, her hair was spread out all over—some in my face—, and I could feel the rest of her entangled with or wrapped around me in some form or fashion.

I looked over at the clock. A few more minutes before it would go off. I wrapped my arms around Katie, and she gave a long, contented moan.

“Eggs, sausage, and pancakes?” She mumbled into my chest.

“Something simple, probably. You have work, don’t you?” I replied quietly.

“I don’t feel like going to work,” she complained.

“Oh well. I gotta go do stuff, anyway. I’ve been putting off getting a divorce lawyer and things like that.”

Katie sighed, defeated, and pulled herself off of me to get ready. I got up to leave and turned to her to say what I knew I had to.

“Katie.” She looked over at me. “We shouldn’t do that anymore. I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom from now on.”

I could see the hurt in Katie’s eyes. I was hit with a memory from the past, and I realized I hate it when she does that. She used to use it against me all the time. Not that the pain wasn’t real, and I hated seeing her hurt, but she took advantage of it, the clever girl.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Sorry if I made you feel awkward.” If it had been any quieter, I don’t think I would have heard her. Well that was certainly different, I thought. Damn, I hated seeing her hurt.

I walked into the other bedroom to get changed and start my day.

Dinner that night was rather subdued. What we’d done the previous night was on both of our minds, though for probably different reasons. I was wracked with guilt that I’d let my base urges do that to me. Sure, Katie had been accomplice to it, but I couldn’t control her actions, only my own.

I made sure to get my glass of water before undressing and slipped into bed with troubled thoughts. It was a while before I fell asleep.

The next couple of days passed similarly—awkwardly. Katie and I weren’t talking as much, and she was avoiding me and my eyes, though I know she was trying not to. I needed to do something to break us out of this funk.

I was out and about one weekday while Katie was at work, and who else should I run into but Charles, the busy regional director. He didn’t notice me, however, as he was talking on his phone.

Like I said, I didn’t trust him, so I followed him around a bit while he was on the phone. It sure didn’t sound like any business call I’d ever heard. I didn’t think he’d progressed with my sister to calling her “honey” and “darling” and whatever else he was saying over the phone, and I definitely knew he didn’t have a son with Katie. I could only assume it was his “ex-wife.”

I sussed out that Charles and his ex were going to meet up at a fairly nice Italian restaurant at 6:00 after the ex could dump the kid off with a babysitter. I filed that information away and set a plan into motion. I wasn’t gonna let this douchebag get away with his obvious affair, not with my sister.

I knew Katie’s break time was coming up soon. She had stopped calling me after that night, but I was going to change that today.

The phone rang for a bit longer than I would have liked, but Katie still picked up. I didn’t hear anything for a bit, until she answered in the quietest voice I’d ever heard from her over the phone.

“Hey...” I could hear the hurt, clear as day, as fresh as if I’d just caused it then.

“Katie! What’s up? How’s work?” I probably asked too exuberantly.

“Good. I should get back, though,” she said, trying to hang up.

“Come on, Kate. It’s your break time. You’ve got a few minutes. This won’t take long anyway. You’ve been down, and I know it’s because of me, so I want to take you out tonight. There’s this nice Italian place near the waterfront. You know it?”

“Enzo’s.”

“Yeah. Take off on time, and be ready by 5:30. I’ll even drive us.” I added jokingly. It was her car.

Katie was quiet for a bit before speaking up.

“Yeah, okay. Sounds good. I’ll be ready.” Good, she sounded happier already, though I was definitely going to have to cheer her up after dinner, I thought.

I stopped by a clothing store and picked up something nice to wear—nothing too fancy. I never had a sense for these things unless it was military dress—before heading back home to get ready. Home, huh? Shouldn’t get too used to that. My leave is up soon, I thought to myself.

True to her word, Katie had come home by 4:30 and was ready to leave by 5:30. What I wasn’t expecting, however, was for her to take my breath away.

In just a short hour, she had showered, curled up her normally straight but good-looking hair a bit, done herself up with some light makeup, and slipped into a hot, little black dress that covered yet showed off her body very nicely. I was taking her in as we stood in the doorway with Katie slipping on some pretty, matching heels. She noticed me looking and just gave me that little smile.

“Come on, big guy,” she said, pulling me out the door. We drove quietly to the restaurant. I tried to engage Katie in small talk, like we’d been able to do effortlessly before, but it felt like pulling teeth now.

I was pleasantly surprised, however, when she took my hand a few blocks out from the restaurant, giving it a light squeeze. Maybe this was working out, after all.

I’d had the good sense to make a reservation, even though one wasn’t strictly needed, and it paid off. There were some table issues, but we got in around 6:15. I was hoping they would seat us somewhere where I could survey the room from time to time and catch our good friend, Charles.

We got seated, and I told Katie to go all out, with appetizers and everything. She laughed and rolled her eyes at me. Geez, this was like dating a real girl.

Which she is, a voice inside me said. A real girl that’s obviously in love with you.

I ignored it. I couldn’t, however, ignore how I knew Katie was going to feel if this plan worked, and as if on cue, I saw the hostess seat Charles and his budding ex-wife just three tables away.

I waited for them to order their drinks and appetizers. Katie and I had just gotten ours and put in entree orders while munching on the appetizer.

“This place is a little nicer than I expected it to be,” I said to her, “I feel a little under-dressed.”

“That’s okay. It doesn’t really matter what these people think of what you’re wearing now. At the end of the day, you’re wearing something else and taking bullets so they can be out and about like this without worry.” Damn, this woman—my little sister, I reminded myself—knew just how to make a guy feel good about himself.

“You, uh. You look really good, Katie. I didn’t expect you to get so dressed up. That’s part of the reason I feel under-dressed.” Smooth, Older Brother, I think to myself. Katie just laughed.

“I wanted to. It makes me feel good to be dressed up, and I figured if you were going to treat me to someplace nice, I should look good for you.” That smile again. I couldn’t help but smile back. Whether I wanted it or not.

I looked to the side by chance and saw that Charles had spotted me, but I didn’t think he’d recognized Katie. He arched his brow at me before turning back to his “ex”. What a tool. I figured now was as good a time as any.

“Hey... Isn’t that...?” I said, acting as if I were trying to figure something out.

“Yeah... It is.” Katie’s voice had taken on a cool tone. “Who is that he’s with?”

“Don’t know,” I lied, but at that moment, it didn’t matter too much, because Charles had reached across the table and grasped the woman’s hand. Their fingers played together. What an ass hole—he’s got his wedding band on now, I noticed.

I turned back to see what Katie thought about it, but she wasn’t where I left her. I glanced around and saw her briskly walking toward Charles’ table.

“Just how long were you going to string me along before you told me about her?” Katie yelled down at Charles.

“Who the hell do y—,” he started before finally recognizing Katie. Yeah, that’s right ass hole. Your secret girlfriend. “Who are you, and why are you bothering me and my wife?” He looked flustered, probably not least because Katie was looking so hot tonight.

“You mean your ‘ex-wife?’ How many girls like me have you told about your ‘ex-wife,’ Charles? ‘Oh, boo hoo. My wife divorced me and won’t let me see Jacob more than once a week, boo hoo.’”

“Charles, who is this woman? What is she talking about?” His wife seemed to be catching on to the situation, and she didn’t seem too happy about it.

“No need to tell your ‘ex-wife’ about pretty, little Kaitlyn, I guess. Huh, Charles?” His coffin is pretty much sealed, I thought, and I got up to fetch Katie.

“Come on, Katie. Let’s get out of here.” I pulled her away before adding dangerously to Charles, “Don’t ever let me see you around Katie again.”

We quickly paid up for the drinks and appetizer and left. The manager voided our entrees—nice of him—, and we wheeled out onto the road.

The adrenaline had left Katie’s body, and she was shaking. I could see tear tracks running down her face. I felt terrible for hurting her again and wished I could take her into my arms, but I figured we’d go the way of our parents if I did at that moment, so I kept driving—nowhere in particular. I reached over, however, and squeezed her left thigh with my right hand to try to comfort her, and she took my hand in hers and held on tight. God, she’s really torn up, I thought.

We pulled into a little Chinese cuisine place, and I moved to get out of the car.

“No!” Katie said frantically, yanking on my hand. “Sorry,” she added momentarily, letting go.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. I’m just getting us some take-out. We’ll head home, watch something, and get fat on Chinese food. Sound good?” I asked, smiling at her. Katie wiped at her face and smiled back, not the same demure smile she’d been giving me the past few weeks, but a bright smile that suddenly reminded me of times past.

“Sounds great,” she answered with her radiant smile.

I paid for the random assortment of food—some kind of chicken, egg rolls, and something good-looking in noodles—, and we drove back home. Katie held my hand tight the whole way.

We pulled in and got inside, then settled down on the sofa with our well-gotten gains. We flipped through the channels on the TV until we came across a movie that wasn’t horribly boring, though I don’t think either of us really paid much attention. We just enjoyed each other’s company while we ate. We poked some fun at the movie until we finished eating, then cleaned up and sat back down.

I pulled Katie tight against me. She melted into my arms.

“Sorry about tonight, Kate,” I said to her.

“That’s okay. Did you know?” I frowned. I didn’t want to lie to her, but...

“I told you I didn’t trust him.” I waited for her to respond. I didn’t expect her to start laughing. It was a melancholy-sounding, uncontrollable laugh. I waited until it died away.

“You protected me when I was little, and all this time you’ve been away, protecting me, protecting everyone, and then you come back and protect me some more,” she said, her hand moving idly on my chest. “Quit trying to be so damn perfect. I’m the one with the college degree, here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Not all of us can get a fancy scholarship, kid,” I chastised her.

Katie was quiet for a bit.

“I hated when you left. I even hated you for leaving,” she admitted. “I hated you and hated you, but after a while, I just couldn’t anymore, and then Mom and Dad...” She paused. “I was really happy to see you at the funeral, even though it sucked because it was Mom and Dad’s. But I thought you were going to come back. I had this ridiculous fantasy of you coming back and moving in with me, and us being a family again, but then you left. You were getting deployed. God, I was gutted. But you had to save the world.

“So I finished up school and worked. I thought, ‘One day soon, Eric is gonna need me for something, and I’m going to show him how much I have to give him. He’ll see. I’m gonna rub his face in it.’

“And then there you were on my doorstep. Needing me. But, it was like I was 12 again, and all I could think of was how cool you were. Are. And how happy I was to see you again. Something terrible had happened, but my big brother was back, and we were going to be a family again.

“It backfired on me, though,” Katie continued, “and you were this hot thing that I couldn’t fully appreciate when I was 12, even though I’ve loved you my whole life. And I’ve done nothing this entire time but want to get my hands on you all day. I thought your wife was a complete idiot for cheating on you.

“I was so hot for you that night in the kitchen. And when we did what we did that night, it felt so good, and I was so happy. And I’ve been a mess since you said you didn’t want to anymore, didn’t want to touch me the way you did, or even just sleep together like when I was a girl.

“I’m really sick, aren’t I?” Katie asked me meekly.

I was completely floored. I had no idea that Katie had such strong feelings for me, and for so long. What the hell had I been thinking this whole time? What the hell had I done to her by leaving? I certainly couldn’t and wouldn’t change enlisting, but it obviously had a profound effect on my baby sister.

“Don’t just leave me hanging here, Eric.” Katie had turned her head up to look at me with glistening eyes.

I couldn’t think of anything better to do, so I kissed her in reply. Katie responded immediately, getting her hands in my hair and kissing back hard. I could tell Katie wanted it, and wanted it soon.

I pulled her completely into my lap, and ran my hand up the side of her exposed leg. Her dress had ridden up past most of her thighs, so there was plenty for me to reach without having to do a thing. Katie was already getting impatient, however, and slipped her tongue into my mouth. She took my hand and guided it to where she wanted on the inside of her legs.

“Eric, please,” she breathed into my mouth.

I ignored her hints and reached behind her to zip down the dress while I nipped at her neck. She breathed and moaned in my ear while I worked to get the stupid thing off of her. She helped me shimmy it off, and all that was left were her panties. My, my. That’s efficient, I thought, as I pulled the damp undergarment down and off her silky-smooth legs.

I nipped at Katie’s collarbone while she worked on the buttons of my shirt, and I continued to move down, kissing, licking, nibbling on everything I could get at, until I reached the top of her right breast. I skipped the lead-up and sucked her puckered, hard nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over and around it. Katie apparently hadn’t been expecting that tactic and shoved her chest into my face. I got my hand around her left one and started kneading the soft, spongy tit, rubbing and pinching as I saw fit.

Katie had me stop and helped me get the rest of my clothes off, before she started kissing hurriedly down my chest and quickly engulfing me in her mouth. I couldn’t help but throw my head back with a loud moan. I guess she could play me at my own game.

Katie expertly handled me, and I wondered for a short second where she had learned how to do what she was doing to me before remembering that she was 24 and had been to college before. Still, Lindsey could never do what Katie was doing to me—not that the bitch ever wanted to. She’d hated giving me blowjobs but always expected me to eat her out.

“Katie...” I heard myself groan. She was stroking the base of my spear-hard dick while bobbing her sexy little mouth up and down on the head. She would swirl her tongue around the tip from time to time, and I could feel the pre-cum leaking into her mouth every few seconds.

I yanked Katie’s head up by her hair, and she let a pained moan, full of need. I pushed her back onto the sofa, threw her legs apart, and got my head between them.

Katie moaned loud as I shoved my tongue deep inside her before swirling it around, pushing against the muscles of her pussy. I lapped up the fluids that had coated her warm lips and planted kisses all over.

“Ohh, Eric.” Katie had her fingers in my hair and was scratching my scalp with her nails as I ate her little box like ambrosia. I flicked her little love button and slipped my tongue back inside her, then repeated it again. Katie was bucking her hips at my face and letting out loud, helpless whimpers. I locked my lips onto her clit, but Katie had other ideas.

She grabbed my hair like I’d grabbed hers and pulled—maybe not as roughly as I’d done—me up to kiss her. My hard dick slapped against her stomach as we made out like teenagers, moaning into the hot, open-mouthed kisses, and she had her hands all over me. I was ready for more, and got myself ready at her entrance, but she stopped me.

“Wait,” said Katie. I looked at her quizzically, and she gave me her patented coy smile. She turned herself over and presented her ass to me. “Like this, against the sofa.”

When had this little minx learned my all favorite things? I wondered, rubbing my tip up and down her hot, wet slit. Katie was breathing loudly in anticipation, and I pushed down and into her slippery, warm sleeve. She moaned helplessly as I not-so-slowly slid into my sister for the first time.

I pushed as far in as I could go—she pushed her ass back at me to match—, and I savored the feeling of being balls-deep in little Kaitlyn—she’s 24 now, I reminded myself. She wasn’t so little, anymore, and she was showing me exactly why. She used her muscles to clench me inside her, and I groaned out loud, before I thrust against her.

“Eric,” she breathed out. Katie continued to squeeze the rod that I was invading her with and pushed her ass back up toward me so that I could pound her back to the sofa. I had no objections. I alternated thrusting with deep, penetrating strokes and short, grinding strokes when I was all the way inside her. Katie was moaning non-stop either way and had reached her hand behind her to grab my ass and help me give her the fucking of her life.

I was getting so close, and Katie’s moans were filling my head. I started pumping her faster. Her hot hole was squeezing me, her hand was pulling on my ass to help me pound her, and she looked back at me with the hottest sex eyes I’d ever seen on a girl.

“Katie...” I lost it and let out a long groan, spilling my stuff deep inside. Katie’s hot pussy was rhythmically contracting on me, squeezing every last drop from me, and she was moaning on every exhale.

Katie's moans gradually faded into harsh breaths, and I let myself down on top of her glistening body. I kissed the back of her neck as our breaths began to slow. I could feel her shiver with every few kisses, and her flooded, silken sheath would squeeze me inside her.

Katie twisted herself back around and wrapped her arms around my back, and we shared soft kisses as the minutes continued by.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks,” I admitted to her with a contented sigh.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for 12 years,” she deadpanned in reply. I stared at her, wondering how much of that was a joke, before chuckling and kissing her again.

We showered together and took our time washing each other’s hair and body, stopping every other minute for our inability to keep our mouths off each other, then dried ourselves and fell into her bed.

Katie pointed out to me that I’d said I wasn’t going to do that anymore.

I guess we all eat our words sometimes, I thought to myself, before pulling Katie’s body against mine and drifting into a comfortable slumber.