A Beautiful Sister - Take 2

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OOC: This is a new attempt at a thread I began a few years ago with another writing partner. Welcome, melodie69...


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A Beautiful Sister


It's a curse having a gorgeous sister.

The worst part is, she doesn't seem to realize how good-looking she is. In nearly every other woman I've seen, the ones who aren't conceited about how pretty they are come off as even more beautiful. With her, it just means more work for me.

She has no idea how long I've been keeping the wolves at bay. I've gotten into fights with guys who I deemed unworthy of her, and trust me, there have been plenty. As her older brother by a year, one of the worst times for me was when I'd gone off to the local college and she was still atttending high school.

I'm not a big man, but the years of looking after Sis's suitors has beefed me up, so I'm not scrawny by any stretch, but neither am I a muscle man.

After a while, I started questioning my motives for being so protective of her. Why was I keeping all the other men from her? And why had I had so few girlfriends through school?

Once she graduated high school, she started attending the same college I did. Keeping it local had been the plan from when we were little.

My second year, the folks started making noises about my moving out. I guess they wanted more time alone or something. Sis took the cue, too, but since money was tight, she made a rather odd request: to room with me, her own brother.

Well, I certainly wasn't going to tell her no. To be honest, I liked the way she looked, and while I felt guilty about it, I caught glances of her every chance I got, too. I couldn't blame the guys for wanting her. It dawned on me one day: I wanted her, too.

Was that why I'd spent so much time keeping other guys from her?

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Jack Nolan
20
5'10"
average but fit build

 

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Jocelyn was beyond excited as she pulled up at her brother's apartment. She pushed a few strands of her raven colored hair behind her ear and readjusted her ponytail as she parked. All of her things, which really wasn't so much, were packed up and in her trunk. She was a pretty modest girl so she had never had much of anything and was perfectly content. That was another reason she'd ask to move in with her brother, you see. She didn't take up much room and would save a lot of money for everyone, especially since she'd landed a job waiting tables at a diner not far from the school.

The main reason she was excited though, was because she'd miss Jack too much not to. Yeah, he was in town, but it would be incredibly weird without him. She was a year younger but the two of them were a duo. Well almost. They got along, but they didn't smother or tear each other apart. Too bad for the majority of her ex's however. They weren't so lucky. Jocelyn was a bit of a bleeding heart. She allowed anyone into her life if they so wished and she treated everyone with the same love and affection she did the members of her family. Needless to say, it wasn't hard to take advantage of her. It was embarrassing how gullible she could be sometimes...but she wouldn't have had it any other way. Everyone deserves a chance after all and to her, it was the other person's loss when things happened. She'd be rewarded for her kindness eventually. She just had to be patient.

Jack had never been so forgiving though. In a way, he was the hand of karma. Whenever a guy would fuck her over...Jack was there to take care of it. She never asked him to. In fact, she often discouraged it, but Jocelyn knew what would happen, would happen. She had no control over his actions. Still....it felt good to have him always on her side. Getting out of her car, she wiped the moisture of her hands onto her faded blue skinny jeans and brushed the wrinkles from her blue v neck shirt. Her light aquamarine eyes scanned the neighbor as her long graceful legs carried her to the door and she tapped gently.

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Jocelyn Nolan
19
5'9
slender, lithe build
piercing blue eyes, dark black hair, 36 C

 

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The day Jo was to arrive, I went into a cleaning frenzy. Up until three months prior, I'd had a roommate. Neither of us were much on housekeeping, so the place looked pretty much like a tornado had gone through. And while I'm not much of a drinker, Pat was. He'd managed to throw up all over his bed, and his mattress was already on its last legs, so it just went out on the curb. For two months, he slept on the box spring in a sleeping bag. Then, when he quit school and his job, he announced he was moving back home. It was kind of nice having the place to myself for a while, but there was a part of me that was looking forward to having my sister around again.

I couldn't remember the last time the toilet had been cleaned. However, by the time I was finished, it looked good as new, although I had to throw the brush out. One thing the place had that was really nice was an oversized shower stall. I wasn't sure if the previous tenant had been morbidly obese, or just what, but it was large enough to fit two, maybe three easily. And it had a bench against one side of it, almost long enough to lay down on. There was only one bathroom, though, so I wasn't sure how my sister and I were going to make things work. We'd manage, somehow, but it might take some planning.

Anyhow, I got the place as spic and span as I could with the time I had, and then all I had to do was wait. I was watching some stupid movie on the TV when I heard the knock on the door.

My heart immediately started pounding. I wasn't exactly sure why. It was just my sister, but certain questionable revelations had made her arrival a much more momentous occasion than it would have been previously.

When I opened the door, there she stood. My knockout sibling. I'd seen her within the last week, so I couldn't say it had been ages since we'd been together, but the thought that we'd be under the same roof again, without our parents around, was both frightening and exciting at the same time.

Jo wore the same broad smile I'd seen draw in so many hopefuls in the past. Well, her smile and everything else. She was slim in the places she needed to be slim, curvy in the spots that really mattered, with a face that could launch a thousand ships, as the saying went, regarding another historical beauty.

"Hi there, Jo," I said. "Come on in." Just as I turned to give her enough room to squeeze by, I noticed three DVD cases standing on top of the player. Three porn discs Pat had bought and forgot, saying that one of the girls looked like my sister. I'd jerked off to them many times. The one girl did look a lot like Jo, though there were enough differences to tell me my baby sister hadn't been making fuck films. My mind raced as I tried to figure out how to hide them without her seeing.