It was close to midnight when I went to bed. Years of living in a squalid hovel at UCR student housing compound had changed my sleeping habits quite a bit from the days I used to live here. I no longer wore night clothes and I had developed this habit of hanging my clothes in the bathroom, to be used the next day, while I slept only in my briefs, also to be used the next day, to cut down on my laundry time. I started to do the same that night as I prepared for my sleep when my sister came in to wish me goodnight.
Fortunately I had only removed my shirt so I greeted her in my undershirt and pants. She placed her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug. She said: “It is so nice to have you back home, KD. This place was so empty without you.”
I put my arms around her waist. My sister had a fairly thick waist, so my arms held her snug and tight. I said: “It is nice to be back, Sis. I missed this place and the people living here.”
Once again, I felt strange at the warmth and softness that I found now penetrating my chest. It was amazing to have her in my arms. Even though she was my sister, her body in my arms had the same sweet effect on me that any other woman would’ve had. She felt nice and try as I might, I couldn’t keep my blood from rushing to my briefs.
I did feel guilty though about being excited at what could only be innocent affection of my sister. She probably didn’t even know that her breasts were having that kind of effect on me. She gave me a gentle squeeze and held herself against me a little harder before she pulled away. I slowly opened my arms and released her.
She stood a short distance away from me, looking down on the floor. It seemed she was a bit hesitant and didn’t know what she should do next. I just waited for her to decide because I didn’t know what was on her mind. I thought that maybe she didn’t want to leave yet, but then if she wanted to stay longer, there was nothing stopping her. I would have enjoyed her visit if it were extended a little longer. There was some reason why she thought it would be wrong for her to stay, if that was what she was thinking, but I couldn’t think of any.
After a brief pause, long enough to be noticeable but short enough to not be uncomfortable, she looked in my face with what I can only describe as vacant eyes. She said, softly: “Well…goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Sis.” I found myself almost choking.
She quickly turned and made her way to the door. I couldn’t stop myself from peeking at her behind to refresh my memory of the view when I had seen her with those bales of hay. The skirt hid her curves well and there was only a vague presentation of her nice ass, but it did reveal some of her calves and they looked quite sexy. She had, what some would describe as shapely legs. Her skin was vibrant and her stride was very graceful.
As she was about to exit, she stopped and turned to look at me. She asked: “If there is anything you need, let me know.”
“I will. Thanks.” I said and smiled at her.
She gave me a quick, but full, look before she closed the door behind her. I was a little perplexed at the hesitance in her movements. I was also a bit confused by her look, which seemed to be coming from a stranger, not my sister. Although, after such a long separation and after being as distant as I thought we had become, we were kind of strangers. On the other hand, siblings can only be so distant before that genetic bond comes forward and reclaims the space.