A Visit from Beth

I hadn’t seen my sister in several months and we were getting caught up. Since I moved from home we’ve only seen each other twice a year but now that she had graduated from community college she had time to visit. She was on her second night of a one week stay.

I left home 5 years earlier and managed to get a job as a fireman in Reno. My sister who is six years younger than me came to visit because she wanted to try life without our parents looking over her shoulder every time she breathed. She told me that even being alone for the 300 mile drive from there to here was liberating. I rent a small apartment and she was welcome as the morning sun in my place. The first night she stayed she crashed on my fold out couch. She was sleeping soundly when I left for work and I watched her as she slumbered.

Beth, that’s her name, is drop dead gorgeous. She’s about five-seven and weighs maybe 120. Her medium brown hair normally falls in long thick waves to the middle of her back but that morning it was splayed across the pillow she cuddled. She was lying on her side, one leg resting over the top of the blanket, her pajama pants were pulled up above her knee, half her thigh was visible in the morning light. The leg looked smooth, long, lean and pretty fucking sexy. Her hazel eyes were hidden behind closed lids but when they were open, they sparkled with delight and a lust for life. As I went out the door I was thinking thoughts about my sister that I shouldn’t. I wondered briefly if she was virgin and what it would be like to find out.

That night when I got back Beth cooked a nice dinner then we went out on the town. I took her to a casino and club where we enjoyed some music and she got to dance with a couple of guys. It was still early when we got back to my place and neither of us was ready to go to bed. She dropped her coat on a chair, kicked her shoes into a corner then asked me for a beer, I said “No, you’re only 19, you can’t drink.”

Beth cocked her head to one side and asked “How old were you when you first got drunk?”

“15 if I remember right.”

She smiled and retorted, “So don’t lecture me about under aged drinking, get me a beer” then opened the door to my small patio and sat herself in a deck chair. I pulled two bottles of brew out of the fridge and headed out to join her. On the way to the patio I grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of Jose Cuervo. If she wanted a beer then I’d be a good host and offer her a tequila chaser to go with it.

The sky was clear and the moon was just past full. Shards of moonbeams filtered through the branches of a large pine tree and bathed her hair with shimmering silver highlights and collected in the pools of her shining eyes. As I handed her the beer it struck me again how my little sister had grown into a pretty and sexy young woman. I had a flash of envy thinking of the lucky bastards she would let close to her.

About the time we got settled down I heard a knock on my door, followed by the doorbell, I struggled out of my chair to see who was disturbing my peace. One of my friends from the station had stopped by to see if I wanted to go clubbing, I told him no, I had company. About that time Beth came up behind me, put one hand on my shoulder, rested her cheek on the hand and said “hi”. He stared at her, a slow smile of understanding crept across his face as he said to me, “Sorry to have bothered you, I’ll leave you and your girlfriend alone.” I didn’t bother to tell him she was my sister as he turned to leave. Beth and I went back to our beers.

The first bottles were empty so I got two more and set them on the table. Before I opened them I asked my sister if she wanted a shot of tequila, “I’ve never tasted it” she admitted.

I grabbed the bottle, poured two shots saying “Then you have to try.”

She picked up her glass, I took mine and said “Don’t sip it” then tilted the glass to my lips and swallowed the burning fluid in one gulp. Beth watched me then threw her head back and sucked down her shot.

Her reaction was great; I had to laugh as she gasped for air, tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She coughed once then caught her breath “Holy crap that burns!” She sat back in her chair, looked at me, then smiled. “That was good. Give me another.”

After the second shot we went back to the beer which soothed the heat in our throats. I noticed that Beth was beginning to rock slightly in her chair, little sister was getting tipsy. We talked for another hour and hit the beer and tequila steadily. By the time the moon had crossed over our heads we were both well on the way to being drunk. I was telling her about my job and the people I worked with when she asked me about the guy at my door earlier. “He’s kinda cute, is he married?” she quizzed. By this she was blurring her words, the beer and shots had thickened her tongue.

“No, not married; he’s seeing a dancer from one of the casinos.”

“A dancer, then he must like nice legs. Dancers have nice legs. Did I tell you I dance too? I studied choreography in school.” Beth was throwing random thoughts together, trying to keep the conversation going. “Put on some music, I’ll show you.”

She stood; wavering slightly she began to step around the patio to music in her head. I asked her what she wanted to hear then went to find a disk and slipped it into my player. The music started and Beth began to move, her body flowing and flexing with the strong beat of the music.

I stared at her while she gyrated around the deck, she was good. She was slender, slinky and every twist and turn of her body showed me just how sexy she was. I flashed back to that morning when I saw her naked leg and again wondered what it would be like to test her virtue.