Smug Sister Tania

For 18 years I suffered the pangs and pain of having a brat sister digging her claws into me every chance she got. The little bitch found out early that if she complained and cried loud enough that our parents would think I did her wrong and get on my case severely. I spent many of my waking hours in hot water because the hard case spoiled little cunt would lie her teeth out about something I did to her then sit back and watch with smug satisfaction as I paid for my supposed crime.

I hated Tania, my goddamn smug fucking bitch sister.

The older she got the worse it was for me. About the time she outgrew pigtails and started wearing bras she found out that mom was hyper sensitive about her growing sensuality and would howl like an injured dog that I was spying on her or trying to sneak peeks at her. The attention whore was lying like a politician but that didn’t matter to my mother who thought I was the most evil big brother on the planet to her precious chaste daughter. Tania would sit quietly and listen to me get endless lectures on how the worst form of depravity was lusting after my own sister, especially one as special and dear as mine. When mom’s back was to her, Tania would give me her most insolent smile and flip me the finger. I’m not sure how our father felt about the whole sordid relationship between Tania Lynn and me; he just shook his head and looked at me as if I was an embarrassment to his manhood.

I was well over 19 years and Tania barely 18 when I decided that I wanted to escape my prison home and warden parents for the free world. The only way to do that was to join the military so I delay enlisted in the Navy, I had three months before I fled and I could hardly wait. My grief-stricken girlfriend was using her body as bait to lure me into staying but nothing in the world was going to stop me from putting an ocean between me and the smug bitch.

But, as much as I loathed my sister, I had to admit she was about the prettiest, most voluptuous young woman I knew. I couldn’t decide if she would end up as a flaxen-haired Playmate or a high-priced call girl. I never lusted after her, I got that thrill hammered out of me over years of verbal assault from my mother, but I couldn’t help admiring her long legs, soft delectable curves and gravity defying 36c tits. I guess she felt her sexuality was safe from me because she didn’t try too hard to be modest around me. Many times I would catch her wandering around the house in bra and panties, bath towels or delicate feminine night wear. I never realized that my mother rarely saw her in her more revealing modes, my father never.

One night I got a call from Tania, she was panicked, stress wailed from the phone to my ear, “Cab, you have get me! Please come get me, I’m scared, I have to get away from here!”

I’d never gotten a cry for help from my little sister before, and she never said please so it startled me, “What? What do you mean you have to get away? Where are you and why in hell should I care?”

She was crying, I could hear the soft sobs between words, “I need to come home, please Cab; I’m sorry I’m messing up your night but I’m hurt and want to go home.”

That got my attention, I may have hated the fucking drama queen but she was still my closest living relative, “What do you mean you’re hurt, what happened?” my heart thudded from a jolt of adrenaline. Tania didn’t go into details, she just pleaded until I relented. She told me where she was, I told her to wait ten minutes. Now I can admit to myself that I did feel concern, I was worried about the tone of the call and her condition.

I pulled up to where she told me to be and my sister scuttled almost invisibly from a black on black shadow to my car. She threw open the door, slid low into the passenger seat then slammed the door shut. The first thing I noticed was that her blouse was torn across one shoulder revealing a thin red bra strap, her long blond hair looked styled by chaos and she was filthy, as if she had been rolling in dirt.

“What the fuck happened to you!?”

“Not now! Shut up and just get the hell out of here” she whispered hoarsely.

As I pulled away from the curb I noticed another car cruise slowly past in the opposite direction, there were three girls in it. Tania peered over the dash of my car and watched with apprehension as it went by; she cursed softy, “Fuck.”

I’m not stupid; I’ve seen gang moves before so I asked her, “Are they looking for you?”

She looked up at me, “Yeah, I was flirting with some guy and it turned out he is dating another girl. When she found me with him, she and her pussy posse started kicking the shit out of me. I managed to get away but they’re still looking for me. Cabot, they scared me, those hard-core sluts wanted to kill me, one of them had a knife.” My sister started crying again.

She rarely called me by my full given name so I knew she was totally upset, “Do you know them, I mean will they get you in school or come to the house?”

“I never saw the boy or them vicious cunts before; they don’t go to my school.”

“Well, you should be okay then.