I stretch and crack my back as I walk towards my front door. Today had really been tough at work and all I want to do now is relax. As I walk inside though, I am reminded that my work is really never done. The living room of my small apartment is an utter mess. There are legos stacked and organized by color, crumbs from some type of cracker on the carpet, a host of different electrical devices with different videos pulled upon each one, and in the middle was the culprit behind it all, Sarah.
Sarah is my younger sister and at a young age, she was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder. The best way to describe her is that she sees the world through her own tunnel vision. Sarah has very specific interests and she gets attached to things easily. I just so happen to be one of those things. When I was planning to move away from home Sarah threw a big tantrum and demanded she live with me and I caved. Thankfully Sarah is mostly self-reliant so I don't have to worry about leaving her unsupervised, for the most part at least.
Sarah is laying face up on the carpet and watching the t.v. upside down. She is wearing one of my t-shirts again and she's got crumbs all over it. Beyond that, she's wearing nothing, but a pair of panties and if I had to guess they're the same pair she was wearing yesterday. She's watching one of her favorite cartoons. She's seen it so many times she knows the whole script. I look around at the mess and sigh.
"Sarah, what did I say about not putting away our activities before moving on to the next one?" I ask her in a parental tone.
Sarah doesn't respond and continues to watch the cartoon.
"Sarah..." I repeat more sternly.
"Always clean your messes up," Sarah utters awkwardly in response.
I sigh again and yawn in exhaustion. I really just wanted to relax tonight. I look down again at my sister. Sarah really has grown up over the years. Her curves fill out my t-shirt and I can't help, but stare at her chest and her cotton panties. She might be my sister, but I am only a man. Also, the truth is Sarah and I also have a special relationship too.
"Hey Sarah, I'll clean up your mess tonight if you let me touch you again," I mutter with a slight blush coming across my face.
Sarah takes a moment before responding, "Can I still watch my show?"
"Sure," I say before I lean down over the top of her.
Sarah has been really attached to me, especially since we moved in together. She keeps insisting that is something only couples do so that makes us a couple. I tried to explain that it was different because we are siblings, but she doesn't understand. She started to copy thing on the internet to try and 'seduce' me. In the end, I could only endure so much as a man. At least that's how I've tried to justify it to myself. Regardless I haven't done much else to Sarah. Other than touching her and kissing her I've never pushed it further. I wonder if she'd be okay with even more.
I start to reach and grab Sarah's chest as she announces, "Oh my favorite episode is up next."
"Really? Why don't you tell me about it," I say I keep touching her.