Helping Sis to Sparkle Again

Helping Sis to Sparkle Again


My older sister Jenny was on a terrible low after breaking up with her baby’s father whom she’d left home and gone to live with three years ago despite the warnings of family and friends. It’s been three months since she moved back into the family home with her two year old baby. She had moved out when she was twenty one to go live with a guy she’d only known for five months. A year later she was mother to a beautiful baby girl. But that’s where the fairy tale romance ended and the horror show began. To cut a long miserable story short; shortly after she found out she was pregnant and intended to keep her baby against the wishes of the father, the guy changed from prince charming to prince harming. He treated her like dirt, cursed and slapped her around, stopped contributing financially to the household and drinking heavily. After the birth of the baby he took the slapping around to a higher level, beating her regularly to the point where she constantly carried black eyes, bruises to her body, cut lips, fractured ribs, stitches to her head and cigarette burns. Maybe out of embarrassment or in the hope that the guy would eventually change for the better because of the baby and begin to love her again, she stuck with the douchebag, hiding his ill treatment of her from everyone except her best friend. The guy then started openly sleeping around which included bringing trashy young women into their apartment while she was at work.

The best friend decided that she could no longer keep quiet about what was going on so she paid a visit to our family and pleaded with us to go rescue Jenny. By this time Jenny had already lost her job and the guy had moved out. We found her and the baby in an emaciated state, and she was deeply in debt. She was overjoyed and very grateful that we had come for her and did not hesitate to come back home. Dad and I hunted down the SOB and after smashing his car, to the pleasure of his neighbors who knew how he treated Jenny, gave him a sound beating that caused him to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks. Jenny’s friend had taken photographs of all her injuries and kept the medical reports; this prevented the guy from bringing charges against us after we worked him over. He told the cops that he was the victim of a gang of muggers.

A mere two weeks after coming back home, due to regular meals and healthy food jenny and the baby began putting on weight and developing a glow that had been long absent. Jenny before leaving home was a healthy, active, fun loving young woman; pretty as a picture. She was five seven with a deceptively shapely and sexy figure. By deceptively I mean that if you were to see her sitting inside a car or standing behind a fence where only her upper body was visible, you’d expect her to be a slim or even boney person, but upon her emerging you’d be pleasantly knocked over by her lush figure; the slim upper body flared out generously from waist down into wide, shapely fleshy hips with full, rounded thighs and firm hefty backside. Her breasts are what is referred to on porn sites as ‘puffy’, small and cone shaped, standing straight out from her chest with an appearance of all areola and just a hint at nipples, always smooth and shiny as if oiled. She had my mom’s smooth dark brown skin as opposed to my light tan, the color of our dad. Her eyes had that watery sparkle like a swimming pool that made you think of jumping into them for a swim. I love her to death, always have and longed to see her get back to her sprightly lovable self.

Jenny was obviously depressed and had become very slow in her movements and speech, never wanting to leave the house and very unmindful of her appearance. Her eyes had become dull and her smiles were few and far apart. Mom and dad told her to forget about working for the next year or so until she was back to her old self and settled emotionally. I vowed that I would do all in my power to bring back the sparkle in her. And I started out by doing little chores for her and helping out with baby. I also complimented her on little things and on her looks. Sometimes I would bring home a little gift for her, things I knew she enjoyed eating, or little things she could use, like perfume, books, inexpensive jewelry, cd’s and dvd’s.

As I went about helping jenny to find her old self I found that I was gradually beginning to see her in a new way. That is, not just as my sister but as a beautiful, sexy woman. I began noticing with some amount of sensual titillation, the bounce of her juicy ass as she moved about, the curve and fullness of her lips, her long shapely legs and thighs, her full hips, her dainty fingers and most of all her cute little breasts. When we were much younger I used to tease her in a playful way about her tiny breasts. And one day when she was about eighteen she told me despite all the teasing she thought that I really liked her small breasts and was actually attracted to and fascinated with them. I told her that she was right I really loved tiny breasts and thought they were sexy especially hers. She had laughed and playfully called me a freak. Back then there was nothing sexual in that exchange on my part, or maybe it was but I choose not to notice or admit to it.

As the weeks went by I found myself increasingly looking at or thinking about my sister with lust. I started covertly staring at her ass or fat crotch when she was in short shorts or spandex tights. My eyes would feast on her perk tits whenever she was braless which was often. If she wore a short flowing skirt I would wait patiently for her to climb the stairs to the upper flat of the house so I could get a glimpse of her panty covered crotch and ass. At nights I would lie in bed and jerk off to mental pictures of her I had stored in my mind of glimpses I’d gotten of her in compromising positions, like an upskirt or down blouse or crotch flash when she happened to be sitting carelessly. I loved it when she walked about with only a bath towel wrapped around her. On a few occasions due to careful stalking I’d got glimpses of her in panties only by way of a slightly open bedroom door.

It reached the point where just being close to her and looking at her tit imprint or bare thighs or snugly covered ass gave me a raging hard on. And I used any opportunity to touch or hug or kiss her in a seemingly innocent manner, but which to me was loaded with sexual intentions. I soon devised a plan that would allow me to kiss her every day. This I hoped would gradually melt the ice and sway her in the direction of being hot for me the way I was hot for her; put ideas in her head.

Every day I used something she had done to compliment her about while planting a little kiss on her cheek and sometimes her neck or shoulder. All seemingly innocent little pecks between brother and sister, but after a week I began to sense definite positive results. At first she seemed to anticipate it and then she started to respond by holding or touching me.
The first day I came home from work and after she had opened the door to let me in I planted a quick kiss on her cheek and said “This is just to let you know how happy I am that you’re back home and how much I enjoy having you around all the time“
The second day after dinner while she was alone in the kitchen I kissed her and said “this is for the delicious meal I just ate, I enjoy your cooking”
The third day “because you look so pretty in this yellow dress”
The fourth day, a little peck on the neck “just because you’re you, the best big sister ever”
The fifth day “because thinking of your lovely smile kept me calm today when dealing with difficult folks”
The sixth day, a kiss on the shoulder at the foot of the stairs “because it’s Saturday”
The seventh day, peck on the neck in the corridor between bedrooms “because it’s Sunday and I’ll be in charming company all day”
The eight day, on the forehead while she’s on a sofa feeding baby “for cleaning my room, it never looked so neat before”
The ninth day, on the nose “I just like kissing you”
The tenth day, on the back of the neck while she’s at the sink washing dishes “because you help me save money by making me want to come home instead of going drinking with the boys”
The eleventh day, “for getting rid of the malt stain on my white shirt”
The twelfth day, on the chin by the back door while holding both her hands “because there will come a day when I’ll want to kiss my sister and she won’t be around so I’m doing it now”
The thirteenth day, it was after nine in the evening and I hadn’t yet given her the daily kiss. Dad had popped out to get some ice cream for mom. And mom had gone upstairs to get something. We were alone in the living room. Jenny came over and sat next to me.
“No kiss today?” she asked with a half-smile and a little puzzled look on her face. I laughed, grabbed her, and pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips. I felt her fingers dig into my back. “Because you asked for it”
“Now I feel good” she said, smiling broadly. At the sound of mom coming back into the room she got up and went back to where she’d been sitting
The next day while mom was playing with the baby and dad was out in the garden I heard jenny tell mom she was going upstairs to take a quick shower. A few minutes later I hurried upstairs and positioned myself behind my bedroom door as I listened for jenny’s footsteps. When she passed my room heading for hers with a little white towel wrapped around her, I crept up from behind and encircling her around her stomach I pulled her close against me feeling her plump ass press into the half erection in my shorts.