My Sister Sarah and I – part 2

For all those of you who have asked, here’s Part 2 – finally. I re-wrote it a couple of times, but this was the best version, in my mind.
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Oh, and I appreciate your constructive comments as well. It’s been a while since i’ve written anything like this, and I’ve gotten a little rusty.
But I’m trying (very much so, sometimes!).
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My Sister Sarah and I – Part 2

My sister Sarah and I had been lovers for most of our adolescent years, until her graduation. Then our lives had gone in opposite directions and we had lost contact with each other. I guess the separation had affected her almost as it had affected me.


My name’s Brian, and this is the story of our reunification, after thirty five years.


It had been a long day for me. About 14 hours of work had been bracketed by another 4 hours of nothing going right. I was about ready to jump out a window! Unfortunately, it’s a two storey building.


Just before midnight, the phone rang. Shit! No one phones at that time of night unless it’s bad news, and I’d had more than my fair share today. Usually I ignore late calls, instead relying on the answering machine to pick up the important stuff and scaring the phone solicitation calls back to their electronic dungeon. But for some reason, I answered the phone anyway.


“Brian? Brian Pelham?”, an unfamiliar female voice inquired. I was almost tempted to just hang up, but something stopped me.


“To whom do I have the pleasure?”, I queried. Women only phone me when they’re desperate in a non-sexual way, and none of them ever call me by name. They usually call me other things.


“Brian, it’s Sarah. Did I catch you at a bad time?”.


Hmm, Sarah? I didn’t know anyone by the name of Sarah. In fact, I hadn’t heard that name since . . . .


“Sarah? Sarah Pelham? Is that you, Sis?”. Shit, I hadn’t heard from my sister for thirty five years! If she was calling me now, and at this hour, she must be in one hell of a lot of trouble! Despite our estrangement, I could never ignore my little sister!


“My big brother! God, I didn’t know if I had the right number or not. But yeah, it’s your little sister! I’ve been searching all over the damned continent trying to find you for over a week! Where the hell are you, anyway?”.


“I could ask the same thing, Sis. I’m in Ontario now. Left the Coast just after I got back from Inuvik, what, thirty something years ago? I wanted to go back to see Mum & Dad, but they shipped me over to England, and then I heard that they’d both passed away, and, well, I never did get back. How about you? Where the hell did you get to for all these years?”. I was incredulous! After all this time, it felt like it was just yesterday that I’d last seen my little sister!


“I moved to Idaho, met a guy, got married, and we had a great life. But that’s not why I called”.


“Had? What’s this ‘had’ part all about, Sis?”. Sarah went on to explain that her husband had succumbed to cancer a couple of years earlier, and her life had been on a downhill slope ever since. I had the feeling that she was in a lot more trouble than she’d ever tell me about.


“Brian, I really need to talk to you, by phone if I have to, but in person if you can. Any chance?”.


“Maybe, Sis. How soon do you need this talk? Tonight’s not worth a shit for me. I have to be back in the office by 6:00 tomorrow morning. Or was that an invitation to vacation in spud country?”. I knew the reference to Idaho potatoes would either get me a chuckle or a growl. But that was the way we’d been as kids, always poking lighthearted fun at each other.

“Brian, normally I’d have a come-back for that, but not tonight! But yeah, that’s an invite if you can do it. I’ll make this short, especially if you have to work early tomorrow. I need my big brother, desperately! How soon can you get out here? Or maybe I should go out there? And where in the hell is ‘there’ anyway? Ontario’s a big piece of real estate!”.


“I’m in . . . oh, never mind where I am, Sis. Give me your number, and I’ll call you by Friday. If I’m taking an emergency leave, I really should let the office know. If war isn’t declared before, I could be out there by this time next week. Can I assume this qualifies as an emergency?”. She had me worried. Well, maybe panicky might be more accurate.


“Emergency? Not yet, but if I don’t get this thing worked out, it could become one. Why? Does it make a difference?”, she wanted to know.


“In your case, no. I always did have a soft spot for my little sister. You know that. Whatever it takes to bail your pretty little ass out, I’ll have a crack at. Let me try for that emergency leave, and I’ll let you know on Friday, okay? Any chance you’re going to tell me what this ‘thing’ is that you’ve gotten yourself into?”.


“Yeah, but not tonight. Maybe on Friday, but preferably when you get here, if you can come. And don’t worry, Brian, it’s not a life-threatening problem. It’s just one of those things that only my big brother seems to be able to fix”.


Well, while I enjoyed the compliment, the idea that I wasn’t going to worry was a pipe-dream! I mean, how often does someone you haven’t seen for over half your life call in the middle of the night to extend an invitation to holiday at their place? For me, the total count was . . . zero.


The next morning I put in for an emergency leave of absence starting on the weekend, with a minimum two-week duration. My boss actually volunteered to resurrect some of my missed vacation time from previous years if I needed more time than two weeks. The only request he had was that I promise to stay with the company, and to keep him posted weekly. After having been with the company this long, and being within five years of early retirement, there wasn’t much chance I’d be job-hunting, especially in Idaho! On Friday, I called Sarah with the news, and demanded to know exactly where in No-man’s Land I was aiming for. Following her directions, it looked like she lived about 25 miles beyond “Please resume speed”! I booked a flight to Boise for Monday afternoon and arranged for a rental car at the airport. With a little luck, I’d be at my sister’s place by late Monday evening. My scheduling was pretty close, and I rolled up to her door just after 9:00 local time.


As I pulled into the driveway, my little sister came running out looking like she’d just won a lottery. There was barely enough time to turn off the ignition before she reefed the door open and almost crushed me with one of those hugs that I hadn’t had for entirely too long. It was immediately augmented with the most sensuous kiss I could ever remember. Not your usual brother-sister kiss, but one of those long, penetrating, tongues duelling kisses! To say that I was stunned would be an understatement!


“Sis, are you gonna let me outta this machine, or are we gonna homestead right here in the driveway?”.
There had always been an element of flippancy between us as kids, and it seemed to just naturally surface. It also felt like old times again, making me even more aware of how much I’d missed this . . . well, she wasn’t a girl any more. But the years had been kind to her, and she was just as beautiful as I remembered. Her breasts were still firm, with no apparent sagging, her stomach was as taut as it had been when she was a teenager, and her corn-silk golden blonde hair was just as gorgeous as I remembered. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body anywhere that I could find. Even her muscle tone was impeccable!


Sarah crawled off my neck long enough for me to get out of the car, grab my bags, and make my way into the house. But as soon as we were inside, she re-attached herself in a way that said she was going to be there for a while. Like it broke my heart, alright! I hadn’t held this body close to me for . . . decades, and I wasn’t about to stop now! Even her urgent kiss had my blood pressure roaming amongst high numbers!

“Umm, Sis? I’ve missed you, too, but is there any chance I can beg something to eat first? Breakfast was a long time ago, and my stomach’s beginning to think my throat’s been cut”.


Sarah rummaged up a couple of sandwiches and a glass of rosé wine. We sat and talked about nothing in particular, until my curiosity got the better of me.


“So what’s this emergency that I’m here to fix, Sis? And while you’re at it, maybe you can fill me in on where you went while I was up North.