My Sister, My Lover_(1)

My Sister, My Lover

My parents were divorced when I was 5 years old and my sister, Amy, was 3 years old. I went with my father and my sister went with mother. It would be 4 years until next I saw my mother, when I was 9 years old. It was one day before school holidays, when my father told me that I would be going to stay with her for 2 weeks.

I didn’t know my mother and when I met her, it was at the local park. My father pointed out my mother to me on seeing her. I saw a beautiful woman, tall, long blond wavy hair and she walked with poise. All those memories of her, before I was 5, came flooding back. I wasn’t sure why but my father decided that this was the best way to meet in a neutral place. He said, “This way she didn’t know where we lived and I can introduce you in a pleasant setting.”

On meeting mother, I saw this little girl with her. I asked father who she was, He told me that she was my sister and she would be staying with him for the two weeks. I didn’t want to go at first because I thought I wouldn’t see my father again. But he told me that it was for two weeks and at the end I would be coming back.

Well the two weeks was sort of good, but I wasn’t allowed to watch TV, go to the park or talk with my friends. By the end I was handed back to my father and the little girl, I saw, was given back to mother. My father asked me all about my stay with mother, but I told him that I didn’t like it and I didn’t want to go back. He told me that I would be, the following year and every year after that.

Well as he said it happened every year for the next 9 years. I started to like seeing my mother, who I found out was very strict. The only disappointment was, I never met my sister, though I saw her on each exchanged.

I noticed my sister, who grew up from a little girl with long silvery blond hair to a beautiful girl with long golden blond hair, with a figure that would some day be slim and beautiful. She had a pert smile, with that was sort of cheeky lift in it. Each time I saw her, she’d smiled at me which seemed magic, only for a moment, but then she’d drop her eyes so I wouldn’t see her blush. Her long blond hair was wavy, as it was, but as she grew so her hair became a very prominent feature to her beauty. The last point of her beauty was her eyes. They were crystal blue and brilliant, something that stood out as an attractive feature and led to my love for her.

As I said we never met properly and we never said anything to each other. I don’t know why and I had tried to speak with father several times about that. But, he would not comment and said little about her. I do know that he loved her as I would catch him talking to her at special times, like Christmas, Easter and I think her birthday which was in April. Anyway she was a complete mystery.

As I said from my 9th birthday till I turned 18, I always spent 2 weeks with mother. It was after I turned 18 years old that I was allowed to determine how and when I spent my holidays. When I was 19, my father asked about staying with my mother I told him straight to his face that I would be looking for work and making money before university. He was angry with me, which was a seldom emotion that he displayed, but he was actually angry at my decision. It turned out that my sister wouldn’t be staying because of my decision.

I knew where my mother lived so I drove to her residence and went up the drive to the front door. One thing about my parents they were rich, very rich. I knocked on the door and waited. Then I knocked again and waited. I was about to knock a third time when I heard this young female voice, above me say, “You’ll have to come around the back. I’m busy.” I looked and saw a small speaker to my right about head high. The voice on the other hand sounded quiet posh.

So I looked around and saw the side gate, which I took and made my way to the rear. At the rear was a door into something like a hall. As I knocked on door, it opened and I heard a voice say drop it behind the door please. will you, I’m busy, thanks.” I thought it was a maid speaking and I knew that she made a mistake. So, I entered and knew when she saw me she would know who I was. I walked in and discovered a short hallway and the smell of chlorine.