Me and My Sister – Part 2

We spent a fair amount of the day shopping for clothes, or I should say, Jennifer spent a good part of the day shopping for clothes. I tagged along from store to store and waited as she perused her way through rack after rack looking for bargains she liked and tried them on.

When we got back home in mid-afternoon, Jennifer said, “Let me unpack the bags and I’ll model some of my purchases for you.”

“OK,” I said as I went into my room to change. Comfortable in my old gym shorts I headed back to the living room to wait for her. She came out with various outfits on, showing each one to me and explaining what a bargain this or that was. It wasn’t that exciting for me but I tried to remain interested. She had a good eye for clothes that flattered her figure without being overtly sexual looking or anything.

Later, we fixed dinner and cleaned up together then sat down on the couch to watch some television before getting ready for bed. Finally, I got up and said, “I’m gonna’ get my shower now, Jen. I’m kinda’ tired after following you around all day.”

Jennifer stood up, turned off the television, and said “I feel the same way.” She followed me down the hall and turned into her bedroom while I continued on into mine and my shower. When I’d finished my shower, I was standing at my sink naked when Jennifer came in.

She was wearing my T-shirt and I asked “Didn’t you buy yourself something or do you just like wearing an old T-shirt?”

“I like the T-shirt. And thanks for your help today.” She said. She was referring to me pulling out some cash to help her with her purchases. With nobody to spend my money besides myself, I’d built up a decent savings account and I was more than happy to be there for my sister out when she needed some help.

“No problem, Jen.” I said. “I’m glad I could help and I’m glad you’re here rather than with that asshole.”

She leaned up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek before saying, “Good night, Bob.” I watched her walk away and could see that in spite of buying new underwear today, she still wasn’t wearing any under my T-shirt. “Damn, she’s hot.” I thought, “Too bad she’s my sister.”

The rest of the summer went about that way. I went to work, Jennifer stayed home at first and often had dinner ready for me when I got home. We’d watch some television in the evening and talk until bed time. Her co-workers at the salon boxed up and shipped here gear to her and she began to look for a salon locally where she could get herself a chair to work. She also filed for and got what we call a Lincoln County divorce. Lincoln County was known for granting easy divorces if both sides agreed and there were no children involved. The whole process was carried out by mail, once she located Paul and got him to sign the papers and mail them back. He apparently thought he was doing well to rid himself of Jennifer and was, from what we heard from Jennifer’s friends, involved with a bar floozy who was as much a drunk as he was. Good riddance. Shows how stupid he was to get rid of a woman as good as Jennifer. Along with the divorce she had her last name changed back to her maiden name – our family name.

By the middle of August, Jennifer lucked into a salon where one of the sylists quit suddenly due to illness and she was, with my help, able to buy the woman’s chair and start off with an almost complete set of clientele once she demonstrated that she was even better than the previous stylist.