SPOILING MY SISTER

[neerathemall]

As I drove home from the family cottage, my mind pleasantly replayed the amazing events of the last couple of days. After years of fantasizing about it, I had finally made passionate love to my sexy sister, and I couldn't have wiped the smile from my mug for all the money in the world. Snuggled under my arm as I drove was the sleeping form of my big sister Jennifer, a look of total contentment on her pretty face.

Jen's divorce had been finalized this past week and she wanted to get away from everything, so we decided to head to the cottage for a little R&R as it was supposed to be a wonderful autumn weekend here in New England. Although I had two other siblings, Jen and I always had a special bond, maybe because she was a bit older than I and had looked after me when I was a child. At 44, Jen was still quite attractive. She maybe had put on a couple of extra pounds over the years, and her face had a few tiny worry-lines, but she was still the same beautiful girl I remembered growing up.

I knew she was upset about the divorce, so I wanted to do everything in my power to make her weekend special and her worries go away. I picked her up at her home on Friday afternoon, and presented her a dozen red roses. Tears filled her eyes as she pulled me into a strong embrace. "You're always so good to me Paul," she stuttered, trying not to cry.

I held her tightly and whispered "I'm good to you because you've always been so great to me Jen." We stayed in the embrace for a while, then I pushed her back and looked into her eyes. She gave me a weak smile so I lightly kissed her forehead and asked "are you ready to go?"

"Yup, just let me grab my bag," she answered and reached for a small suitcase by her feet.

"Here, let me Jen," I said and grasped it before she could.

She smiled at me again and said "see, you are good to me little brother."

I looked her directly in the face again and told her my plan for the weekend was to pamper her. "I know the last few months have been very hard on you and the kids, so I want to help you forget your troubles, even if only for one weekend," I said trying to sound as cheery as possible. She smiled back but didn't say anything, her eyes watering up again. With that, we headed off to my car, her with the roses, myself with her bag.

The trip to the cottage took just over an hour, so we quickly settled into the car and made our usual small talk. Jen filled me in on the lives of her two girls who were in college, and pretty much everything else other than her ex-husband and the divorce. I brought her up to date on my recent happenings, yet didn't tell her about the recent dates I'd been on, thinking it best to avoid romance altogether under the current circumstances. All and all the trip was pleasant, and we made it to the cottage without much trouble. I had done the shopping prior to picking her up, so once we got there and unlocked the place, we set about unpacking and putting things away. Jen noticed I had brought a couple bottles of wine and asked "do you mind if I open one, I could really use a drink after the last few days?"

"Why don't you go make yourself comfortable in the den, I'll bring you a glass then finish up in here," I told her with a smile.

"You don't have to pamper me Paul, I'm a big girl and can take care of myself," she responded with a grin and grabbed a bottle.

I walked over and gently took it from her hand and said "of course you're a big girl Jen, but this weekend I'm in charge and I will pamper you if I want to. Now go get comfy on the couch and I'll bring you a glass in a moment." With that, I smiled and gently pushed her towards the den.

"Okay, you win little brother," she said, her face glowing as she left the room. I opened the bottle and poured two glasses, then finished all the unpacking. When I brought the wine to the den I found her sitting on the couch with her knees curled up under her, looking very much like a little girl. She gave me a big smile when I handed her the wine saying "thanks Paul," and I dropped down beside her.

We made small talk for a couple hours, and each downed another glass of wine, then I got up to start dinner. Jen of course wanted to help, but I insisted she just sit in the kitchen to keep me company while I did all the work. She beamed at me and said "you know, Dave never helped out in the kitchen."

I looked at her and said "first of all, I'm not Dave, and second of all, I'm not doing anything too fancy. I hope steaks on the grill, salad and corn on the cob is okay with you."

"Perfect," she replied with a grin and took another sip of wine.