Comforting My Little Sister
She turns to me after she breaks up with her boyfriend.
This story was originally published on 3/6/17. I was very worried about how this story would do for two reasons. The first was that this was my first story to discuss in-depth a social issue. The second was that the Main Female Character in this story is flat-chested. In the porn I've read, the female characters are always well-endowed or super well-endowed. I don't think I had ever read a story with a flat-chested female character. I did get some pushback for discussing domestic abuse, but no one said a word about my MFC being flat-chested.

I took this and all my other stories down in January 2023. I've done some cleanup before republishing it.

On a Wednesday night in early April, I was unwinding in bed when there was a light knock on my door.

"Come in."

My sister Michelle opened the door. "Chris, can I talk for a while?"

"Sure."

Michelle closed the door and didn't turn the lights on. I could barely make her out as she made her way over to my bed. She lay down next to me on her stomach with her head close to the headboard.

When our parents redecorated their bedroom, I got their old king-sized bed. I had eight small pillows on my bed. As usual, when I first got under the covers, I formed a triangle with the pillows behind my back so that I was supported in a sitting-up position. Eventually, I'd get sleepy and then roll over on my side and go to sleep. Where Michelle was lying, she was within easy reach of my right hand.

I knew Michelle was upset by the way she had addressed me. Normally, she used my full first name Christopher and said it in a way that mocked the pretentiousness of using such a long first name. It was a little joke between us. When I was old enough to understand what pretentiousness was, I switched to using Chris. Only family called me Christopher.

Michelle played with my blanket for a while and then said, "I broke up with Jared today."

Jared had been Michelle's boyfriend for the last year and a half. He was twenty-two, which was two years older than me and four years older than her. He was a big guy and worked as a bouncer at a bar. Nice, very protective of Michelle.

"I'm sorry to hear it. What brought on the break up?"

"I don't want to discuss it."

"Okay."

Michelle didn't leave and she didn't say anything else. I felt like she wanted to be comforted. I reached out my right hand and stroked her back. Michelle was very slim, so she had a small back. I kept stroking it, running my hand across her shoulder blades and then slowly working down to the small of her back before returning to her shoulder blades.

Michelle didn't say anything for a while. Finally, she said, "That feels nice."

I didn't say anything. I felt she wanted to say more so I waited patiently, continuing to stroke her back.

Eventually, Michelle asked, "Chris, would you please do me a favor?"

"Probably."

"Would you pick me up at school tomorrow?" Michelle was still a senior in high school. "Could you take me to work tomorrow?"

I took morning classes at the local community college and worked from three to close as an assistant manager at a chain pharmacy store. I worked Tuesday through Saturday. I usually spent the time between the end of my last class and the start of work at my girlfriend Gina's apartment. She was also a student at the community college. We'd study for a while and fuck for a while. Michelle worked at a fast food place five to nine Monday through Friday. She didn't have a car. Jared had picked up her from school, taken her to his place, and then taken her to work.

From the way Michelle had asked, she had sounded in pain. Taking her to work would be a hassle, but I felt I couldn't tell her no.

"I'll pick you up, no problem. I'll work it out with my manager to take you to work. I may have to take you a little early."

I was still stroking Michelle's back. I felt her relax. She said, "That'd be okay. I'm going to need a car. Would you help me buy one this weekend?"

"Sure."

Michelle continued lying on her stomach on my bed. I continued stroking her back. I didn't know if she had more to ask or say, so I waited patiently.

After a while, Michelle said, "The backstrokes feel so good. Can I borrow a pillow?"

I gave Michelle one of my pillows. She put it under her head and scooched closer to me. I continued stroking her back. For probably twenty minutes, I stroked her back as Michelle lay close to me. I started getting sleepy. I'd normally roll over into the spot Michelle was lying in and go to sleep, but I obviously couldn't do that.

At last, Michelle said sleepily, "I need to get to my bed before I fall asleep here. Thanks, Chris."

Michelle got up and left the room. I put the pillow she had used back into the triangle and lay there for a few more minutes before rolling over and going to sleep.

* * * *

In between classes, I called my manager and told her I needed to start work a little late today and tomorrow because of family issues. She was fine with that. I left Gina's early and picked up Michelle from school. Michelle had asked me to pick her up at the backside of the school. We talked about our classes on the way home. Something seemed wrong, but Michelle apparently didn't want to discuss it. Michelle was studying when I left for work.

At four, I left work and went home. I picked up Michelle and drove her to her work. We talked some more. Michelle seemed to be putting up a brave front while struggling to keep it together. I felt like I had made the right decision to pick her up and take her to work. Dad would pick her up as usual.

That night, Michelle came into my room again after I had gone to bed. She lay down next to me on her stomach and asked, "Can I have a pillow please?" I gave her one.

I stroked her back again and waited. After about ten minutes, Michelle said, "Do you want to know why I broke up with Jared?"

"Sure."

"He slapped me."

"Holy shit, Michelle. He slapped you? What an asshole! Do you want me to teach him a lesson?"

"Calm down. All I want you to do is listen."

"You could press charges..."

"Stop. I don't want you to make suggestions. I don't want you to get revenge for me. I don't even want you to call Jared an asshole. All I want you to do is listen. Okay?"

"Okay." I was pissed off. I wanted to get out of bed and go find Jared. But I would stay here and listen to Michelle as she wanted. Then I'd go find Jared.

Michelle didn't say anything for a while. I continued stroking her back. She was tense again like she had been last night before asking me if I could pick her up and take her to work. I waited for her to say what more she had to say.

Michelle broke the silence by saying, "We were having dinner." During the week, Michelle and Jared had eaten dinner early together before going off to their respective workplaces. "Jared was complaining I had cooked the pasta too long and it was soft and mushy. I reached for his plate to offer to throw away the pasta and make him something else. As I reached, I knocked over my glass of milk. Jared said, 'You stupid bitch' and slapped me."

I was even more shocked. I even more wanted to track him down.

"He was all apologetic afterward. He hadn't meant it. He had gotten carried away. He would never do it again. He was really nice to me the rest of the day. That was Tuesday."

The light was off in my room. A little light came in through the window, enough that I could see Michelle was crying. I kept stroking her back. I didn't know what else to say or do and it seemed to be what she wanted.

Michelle continued, "Tuesday night after work, I looked on the Internet about abusive relationships. The articles described my relationship with Jared to a T. Jared is very controlling and constantly criticizes me. He's forced me to give up all of my friends. He expects me to do all the cleaning and cooking at his apartment. From what I read, the physical abuse would continue, occurring more often and worse."

Michelle was quiet as I made a circuit across her back. Then she said, "I loved Jared. He made me feel so special. He put me up on a pedestal. He spent a lot of money on me; taking me out to nice dinners and buying me nice clothes. He made me feel so safe and protected. No guy would mess with his woman. I just never realized he'd be the threat one day."

"You're safe at home now."

Michelle sighed. "Wednesday when Jared dropped me off at work, I did the hardest thing I've ever done. I told him we were through and that I never wanted to see him again. He tried to convince me to not break up with him. I ran inside work. That night, he was waiting when I got off work. He tried talking to me, but I didn't say anything to him. You know Dad has never liked him. It got pretty ugly between Jared and Dad before Dad and I got in the car. Jared then left me tons of voicemails and texts. He's sent me lots of tweets and messages on Facebook. I blocked his phone number and defriended him on Facebook."

This sounded pretty scary. I was glad she was blocking him.

"Today, Jared got a new phone number and left me more messages and texts. These were a lot scarier, telling me that I'd regret breaking up with him. He was waiting again when I got off work and repeatedly yelled that I'd regret breaking up with him while I walked to the car with Dad."

I was getting even more pissed. I asked, "Did Dad confront Jared?"

"Dad yelled at him, 'Take a hike, loser.'"

I asked, "What did Dad say to you in the car?"

"That he'd always thought Jared was a jerk. That I was getting what I deserved for going out with him. And that this should be a lesson in the importance of going out with the right kind of guy, someone with a future."

"Shit." There was no problem Dad couldn't make worse with some blaming. "Did you tell him Jared slapped you?"

"No. You're the only one I've told."

I started getting out of bed.

Michelle asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to find Jared and have a talk with him."

"No! That's not what I want you to do. Jared is my problem and I will deal with him."

"He needs to learn a lesson."

"He's a bouncer. He's a lot bigger and stronger than you. He knows how to deal with irate people. If you confront him, you'll wind up getting hurt."

"Well, I'll hurt Jared too."

"I don't want either of you getting hurt, okay? I didn't tell you that Jared slapped me so that you'd go charging off to get hurt. I told you because I wanted you to understand what was going on and support me. Confronting Jared is not supporting me."

I was furious at Jared and I was getting frustrated with Michelle. She wanted me to do nothing? "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to do what you did last night. Stroke my back. Be sympathetic. Listen. Help me get to sleep."

"Okay." I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and then I arranged my pillow triangle and laid back against it. Michelle lay on her stomach facing away from me, within easy reach of my right hand. I resumed stroking her back.

After a couple of minutes, Michelle turned to me and said, "Christopher, promise me that you'll not go see Jared. That you won't communicate with him."

"Michelle, something needs to be done."

"Let me handle it. Jared is my problem. Support me in dealing with him in the way I think is best."

I thought the way she was dealing with him was very unsatisfactory, but it was her life. "Okay."

Michelle faced away from me and I continued stroking her back. After a few minutes, she said, "Would you mind if I slept here tonight? Tonight was so bad. Your backstrokes have me relaxed enough to go to sleep and I'm worried that if I get up and go to my bedroom, I'll think about Jared all night."

"No problem," I said. "There's plenty of room. Let's move a little more to the left."

Michelle got under the covers while shifting a foot toward the middle of the bed. She continued lying on her stomach, facing away from me. I moved my triangle of pillows over a foot. I couldn't reach Michelle's back since she was under the covers, so I switched to running my fingers through her hair. Michelle had shoulder-length black hair. I started above her left ear and ran my fingers from the front of her head to the back. Then I moved my hand a little up her head and made another pass from front to back. I slowly worked my hand across her head until I reached where her head touched the pillow. I started over again above her left ear. I kept going even after I heard her sleeping.

Eventually, I knocked my triangle off the left side of the bed except for a couple of pillows. I put one under my head and gripped the other in my arms as I always did. I faced Michelle's sleeping form and fell asleep.

* * * *

When my alarm went off the next morning, I was a little startled to see Michelle sleeping next to me. Michelle sat up and stretched. I asked, "Sleep well?"

Michelle said with a smile, "Yes. Much better than last night. Thanks for letting me sleep here."

"No problem."

Michelle said sternly, "Remember - no seeing Jared and no communicating with him. Promise?"

"Promise."

Michelle got off my bed and went to her room.

I thought about breaking my promise. But what exactly would I do if I confronted Jared? Call him an asshole? Take a swing at him? I'm 5'10" with a slight build. Jared is at least three inches taller than me and much broader. He had been a wrestler in high school and continued to hit the weights. He shaved his head. He made an ominous figure. Michelle was 5' 6" and very thin, so he had always seemed like a mountain next to her. If I took a swing at Jared, he'd stop the punch and then beat the crap out of me. Michelle would then be pissed at me for breaking my promise and for getting hurt.

I swung out of bed. Our house is a two-story house. The second floor had my bedroom, Michelle's bedroom, the guest bedroom, and a bathroom. The bathroom had doors into my bedroom, Michelle's, and the hallway. Michelle and I did our own laundry and cleaned the upstairs. Mom and Dad rarely came upstairs. So I didn't have any concerns Mom or Dad would notice that Michelle slept in my room.

I came downstairs for breakfast. Mom and Dad insisted we have breakfast as a family, so I had to get up when everyone else did even though it would be a while before I left for school. We rarely talked at breakfast. When we did, it was Mom or Dad telling me or Michelle to do something.

Another typical day at school and then at Gina's. I again picked Michelle up at school. When I got close to our house, I saw Jared in his car in front of our house. I told Michelle, "Get down." I drove past the house and continued on.

"What do you need from the house?" I asked Michelle.

"My clothes for work."

"Okay. I'll take you to the library. You can study there. I'll go back home, get your work clothes and bring them to the library. I'll pick you up there to take you to work."

"You'll be late for work."

"Can't be helped."

When we got to the library, Michelle said, "Don't do anything stupid. Don't get in a fight with him. Don't even call him a name."

"Michelle, I'll handle it."

"No. You'll promise to do it my way or I won't get out of the car."

I didn't want to do it Michelle's way. But I didn't have time to argue. "Okay, I'll do it your way."

I dropped Michelle off and drove back to the house. As I pulled into the driveway, Jared got out of his car.

Jared approached me and said, "Where's Michelle?"

I was getting close to the front door. I said, "Doesn't matter. She doesn't want to see you anymore. Move on. She has."

"Is she here?"

"Doesn't matter. Move on. Take off."

"I want to talk to her."

"She doesn't want to talk to you."

"She can't dump me like this. She has to talk to me, give me a chance to convince her that she's making a big mistake."

"No, she doesn't. She doesn't have to do squat."

I opened the door and stepped inside. Before I could close the door in Jared's face, he forced his way in.

Jared asked, "Is she home?"

I badly wanted to take a swing at the asshole, but I had promised Michelle. "It doesn't matter. No one wants you here. Go away. Don't come back."

Jared started searching the house.

I yelled, "Do you want me to call the police?"

He yelled back from the family room, "I'm doing nothing wrong."

"You're in my house without permission. If you don't leave, I'm going to call the police and you can explain to them you've done nothing wrong."

Jared came back into the entryway. "You won't do that, punk." Then he raced up the stairs.

I pulled out my phone. I yelled up the stairs, "I've got my phone out."

Jared yelled back down, "I'll be long gone before they get here."

He would be. And I'd be even later for work. Without dialing a number, I put the phone to my ear and said loudly, "I'd like to report an intruder who's forced his way into my home."

Jared raced down the steps. He said, "Cram it, asshole," as he passed me on the way out the door.

Once he was gone, I got a big paper bag we had gotten from some clothing store and put Michelle's work clothes into it. I did my best to not wrinkle them. I took the bag out to the car and drove to the library. I went around the block a couple of times on the way to make sure I wasn't being followed. The next time I saw Jared, I was calling the cops.

* * * *

When I picked up Michelle at the library, we discussed the next challenge - her buying a car.

"Jared wouldn't hear of me buying a car," Michelle said. "He promised to take me wherever I needed to go. I'd be safer that way." And more dependent on him. Michelle sighed, "I don't have a lot of money saved up. I want a dependable car. But I don't think I can afford one."

"How much do you have saved up?"

She told me. It wasn't enough to get a decent car.

"How about this? This car is dependable. I'd like a nicer car when I go away to college." I had been accepted for my junior and senior years to a top-notch state university two hours away. I had saved quite a bit of money for finishing college. I had bought this car when I had turned sixteen. It had a lot of dents, cracked fiberglass, and paint smears from me learning to drive by Braille too many times, but I had maintained it well during the last four years and it was quite reliable. "I'll sell it to you for a good price and buy a new car."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Sure."

* * * *

At bedtime, I had a pillow waiting for Michelle when she came into my room.

Michelle lay down on the covers next to me. I started stroking her back.

"How was work?" I asked.

"Pretty good. Jared was there when I got off. When I walked to the car with Dad, Jared walked along with us. He said I was making a big mistake. A girl as plain as me and with a scrawny body like mine wasn't going to get another guy like him. And then he took off."

"Did Dad say anything to him?"

"No, but he spent the whole drive home telling me how stupid I was for dating a loser like Jared."

"Dad didn't tell you you're pretty?" I hoped that Dad had said something nice to Michelle during what was obviously a rough time.

Michelle was pretty. Dark brown eyes, long black lashes, and thick black eyebrows that arched perfectly. A delicate, slightly upturned nose. Her skin was fairly pale, which made her red lips stand out.

"No." Michelle spat it out like it was a blazingly obvious answer.

I was pissed at Jared. Furious at him. Thought he was a total asshole. But I was almost as pissed at Dad. He was being such a dick. When your daughter is badly hurting is not the time to do a "told you so" victory dance.

I said, "You are pretty."

"But I've got no tits! I'm flat as a board!"

"You've got a great ass."

"What?"

"I said you've got a great ass. Not that I spend a lot of time looking at your ass. But I've seen you a few times in a bikini and, in my opinion, you have a great ass."
"You do?"

Michelle seemed flustered like she didn't know what to do with the compliment. Or maybe she was wondering if I was lying to her to make her feel better.

"You are pretty," I continued. "If you weren't pretty, then Jared wouldn't have dated you. He's a good-looking guy and probably had his pick of girls. He picked you. If you were really plain and had a scrawny body, he wouldn't be trying so hard to get you back."

Michelle was quiet for a while and then said, "You really think I'm pretty even though I've got no tits?"

"Being small on top has its advantages. You can go braless all the time. I think braless girls are sexy as hell. Particularly when their nipples stick out."

"You do?" Michelle laughed. "Christopher, you like seeing girls' nipples?" She had said "Christopher" in a 'you-naughty-boy' tone.

"Yeah. But there's more to it than that. It's hot knowing I can see the whole girl's tit outlined against their shirt"

Michelle was quiet for a while as I stroked her back. Finally, she said, "Abusers try to destroy your self-esteem. Make you feel like nobody else will want you. Jared did that a lot. It's so obvious now, but it wasn't at the time. At first, he flattered me all the time. And then he started criticizing me. Then he criticized me more, telling me I was stupid and incompetent. It didn't help that Mom and Dad told me I was stupid too."

"They thought it wasn't a good idea for you to date Jared."

"They still told me I was stupid, particularly Dad. Dad treats me a lot the way Jared treated me. I went out with Jared because he made me feel special instead of stupid like Dad did."

"You aren't stupid. I think you're handling a challenging time very well. You enjoyed your relationship with Jared when it was good and you were smart enough to get out when it turned toxic."

"It turned toxic long ago. It took Jared slapping me to make me realize how toxic it was."

"But the important thing is that you realized how toxic it was and got out. You're not letting Jared suck you back in. You're getting a car so you'll be more independent. You're doing well at school. You're doing well at work. You'll be going to the same community college as I am come the fall. You're doing okay."

"Thanks."

Michelle got under the covers. I again stoked her hair until she fell asleep.

In ways, it was weird of Michelle to want to sleep with me. People who aren't a couple don't sleep together. It had felt strange this morning waking up with her. But I knew Michelle was really hurting. If sleeping in my bed made her feel better, then why not? It didn't bother me. The bed was big enough for both of us to sleep in it comfortably.

* * * *

The next morning was Saturday and I spent the morning looking at ads for a car. I got an idea of what the price curve was for the kind of car I was looking for and then analyzed my finances. I decided the best car I could afford was going to be about eight years old. After that, I called around to arrange to go see a few cars.

When I was about to head out, Michelle asked, "Can I come with you?"

"Sure."

I went to the first seller's home and checked out his car. As I was introducing the owner to Michelle, I realized Michelle was braless. I could see her nipples clearly through her thin shirt. I hadn't looked at her head-on that morning until now. But once I did, she was clearly braless.

When Michelle saw me realize she was braless, she smiled at me.

I knew enough about cars to know that I didn't know enough to assess if the car was in good shape mechanically. The family mechanic would do that part. I looked at the exterior and the interior to assess how good of a shape the car was in overall. I checked out the stereo. The car looked nice, a definite upgrade over what I had. I could see myself driving it.

On the way to the next car, I asked Michelle, "You decided to go braless today?"

She laughed. "I was curious if people could tell. You could tell. That owner could tell."

"He checked you out?"

"Quite a bit. I made sure he got a good look at my ass and he seemed to like it."

"There you go. I wasn't lying to you last night."

* * * *

I looked at three more cars before going to work. Work was pretty typical. A customer came in wanting to return an item without a receipt. The cashier was polite but refused to do so. When the customer demanded to see the manager, I got involved. I backed up the cashier and told the customer no refund with a receipt. "What about store credit?" "No." The customer loudly cussed me out and then stormed out of the store. The funny thing about it was that the item had been a brand we didn't carry. When I told the customer that, it didn't faze him at all. He had continued ranting and raving about how we should refund him his money.

After work, I went to the restaurant where Gina worked and ordered an appetizer. We talked whenever she had a few minutes. She worked Thursday through Monday, so we didn't have a night off together. My eating at her restaurant after work on Saturday was the closest thing we had to a night out.

It was 11:30 when I got home. Michelle was normally asleep when I got home on Saturdays. I was curious to see if she would be asleep in her bed or mine. When I came into my bedroom, I didn't turn on the light. There was enough light for me to see the lump in my bed. I got a pair of running shorts - my usual nighttime wear - and left my room. I went through Michelle's bedroom to our mutual bathroom and got ready for bed. I slipped into my bedroom and got into bed.

As I was organizing my pillows, Michelle said, "How was work?"

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay. I wanted to talk."

I stroked Michelle's back as I told her about the irate customer and then going to see Gina. "How was your day?"

"Okay. I decided to check Facebook for the first time in a while. I was curious to see how Jared's friends were reacting to our breaking up. They were all supportive of Jared, telling him it was great that he had finally dumped the stupid bitch. Jared had posted a lot of nude pictures of me with the naughty parts blacked out and his friends had a lot of fun mocking my body, particularly my tiny tits."

"You have small tits, not tiny. Don't use loaded language."

"Whatever."

"Jared has lots of nude pictures of you?"

"Some. Too many. I don't want to discuss them. He has a lot of normal pictures of me. He liked to take pictures of me and I liked having my picture taken."

"Okay."

"There was one picture of my chest when I was wearing a t-shirt with the caption, 'Is this the chest of a boy or a girl?' I replied that I least I had a nice ass. Jared replied that I had a bony ass. Then he posted a picture of my ass labeled 'bony ass'."

"You have a great ass."

Michelle sighed. "After reading for a while, I got tired of the bullshit and defriended everyone on Facebook. Jared had made me defriend everyone he didn't approve of. I even defriended everyone in my family. Thank God for that now or they would have seen a lot of pictures I wouldn't want them to see."

What a fucking asshole. Why couldn't Jared just move on? Why did he have to make life miserable for Michelle? It drove me nuts. It made me furious. I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what. I swore I'd get revenge on Jared somehow.

I said, "I'm so sorry."

Michelle said in a resigned tone, "Lesson learned. I had considered most of those people my friends. Now, I know better. I sent friend requests to a few people from work and a few people from school. Time to start rebuilding my life without Jared."

I bent over and hugged Michelle the best I could. Then I sat back up, leaned against the pillow triangle, and resumed stroking her back.

Michelle asked, "Are you sure I have a great ass?"

The way she said it, she needed more than me just saying once again that she had a great ass. I had an idea. I leaned forward until my right hand could reach her ass. "Let me see," I said as I put my hand on her far ass cheek. My hand was on top of her nightshirt, which was on top of her panties. "Feels nice to me," I said lightly. I ran my hand down a little way. "I feel no bones." Michelle giggled. I ran my hand back up and then over to her other ass cheek. "Nice and firm." Michelle giggled some more. "Very small. Nice shape." I straightened up and leaned back into my pillow triangle. "Feels like a great ass to me."

Michelle giggled again. "Who has the better ass, me or Gina?"

"I like Gina's body better because I get to enjoy hers."

"You like her body better because she has bigger tits than me."

"Tits aren't everything." I shook my head. "If I had a magic wand and could give Gina your body, I would."

"You would?" Michelle seemed genuinely touched by my statement. "Thanks."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Michelle got under the covers. The crisis of the evening had passed. I started running my fingers through her hair. Soon, we were both asleep.

* * * *

The next morning when Michelle and I woke up, I said, "I hope you weren't offended by my touching your ass last night."

Michelle laughed lightly. "No. It was fine. You were being silly and it was what I wanted to hear. Don't think anything of it."

I spent Sunday morning doing yard work and other chores. Michelle helped me out. She went braless while working with me. I spent the afternoon looking at more cars. I narrowed my choices down to two and arranged for the owners to take them to our family mechanic on Monday.

Monday morning, I went to school. I told my manager that I might be in late. While I was fucking Gina, the mechanic called and left a message about which car he thought was best. I went over to the owner's house and paid him for the car. I picked up Michelle at school and took her to the DMV to transfer the title of my new car into my name and to transfer my old car into her name. From the DMV, we went to our insurance agent where we squared away the car insurance. Finally, Michelle drove me over to pick up my new car and off I went to work.

* * * *

Tuesday night when I got home, I could tell that Michelle was upset. I talked to Mom and Dad about my day and went up to my room. Michelle came into my room right away and sat down on the bed.

"Jared came to my work today. He waited in my line. When he gave his order, he kept changing things. When I gave him his order, he said very loudly that I had screwed it up and demanded a refund. My manager gave him a refund. I was so embarrassed. I felt terrible the rest of the shift. My manager must think I'm an idiot. I wouldn't be surprised if she fired me."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. First off, asshole customers that you can't satisfy come in stores all the time. Having a tough time with one of them isn't going to affect your manager's opinion of you. The only reason she probably gave him the refund was to shut him up and to get him out of the store. I've done it many times before."

"Okay."

"Now what was a problem was that you let Jared get you down for the rest of your shift. That will hurt your manager's opinion of you."

"He upsets me. I can't calm down right away."

"You need to talk to your manager. She's seen Jared around being an asshole to you. Tell her Jared is an abusive ex-boyfriend and come up with a plan so you don't have to deal with him."

Michelle was quiet for a moment, and then said, "Okay."

"You're on time to work, you show up every day, you're there to work and not have fun with your co-workers. Not a lot of people your age are like that. Not a lot of people my age are like that. I've seen enough of them to know. Your manager values you. Don't worry about it."

After that, we talked for a while - how school went for each of us, how work was; the usual stuff. When Michelle went to her room to change into her nightshirt, I changed into my running shorts. She came back into my room and lay down on the bed. We talked for a little more as I gave her backstrokes. She got under the covers and I ran my fingers through her hair until she was asleep.

* * * *

Thursday night when I got home, I could tell Michelle was happy about something. She gave me a big smile when I came in and went up to her room. I talked to Mom and Dad the minimum I could and went upstairs.

"What's up?" I asked as I entered Michelle's room.

"Well, I did talk to my manager on Wednesday like you suggested and we did come up with a plan. Tonight, Jared came in. I told my manager when I saw him. He waited in my line even though the other line was shorter. When I was taking the order for the customer before him, my manager opened a register and said to Jared, 'Sir, I'll take your order.' Jared said, 'I'll wait for her." I took my time filling my customer's order. My manager said to Jared, 'I'll take your order now." Jared said nastily, 'I'll wait for her." My manager said, 'Sir, if you don't want to place an order, I suggest you leave.' Jared said, "If that scrawny ass bitch doesn't want to take my order, I'll go somewhere else.' and left."

"Sweet!" I gave Michelle a high five.

"My manager said after he left, 'Good riddance. We don't need people looking to make trouble coming in here.'"

We talked for a while and then I went to my room to change into running shorts. I met Michelle in the bathroom and she came into my room when we were done there. I stroked her back as we talked a bit more. As we were winding down, she asked, "Do I still have a great ass?" while rolling back and forth.

I laughed. "Yes."

"I think you better check."

I laughed again. "Okay. If you want."

I ran my hand over her ass for a few seconds while Michelle wiggled back and forth.

"Still a great ass."

"Thanks."

Michelle got under the covers and I was soon running my fingers through her hair.

* * * *

That was how things went for the next month. Every night, Michelle would come into my bedroom as I was going to bed. She'd lie down on the covers and we would talk for a while as I stroked her back. When we were talked out, she'd wiggle her body and I'd do a Great Ass check. She'd get under the covers and I'd run my fingers through her hair until she fell asleep. Finally, I'd knock my triangle down and go to sleep facing her. During the day if I did stuff around the house or I was doing something without Gina, Michelle would do it with me. She always went braless when it was only her and me, but wore a bra otherwise.

Michelle and I were a lot closer now. She was a lot of fun to be with. I had gotten used to her sleeping with me and now liked it. I did worry about Mom and Dad catching us. Even though it was harmless, it would be hard to explain. As for Michelle not wearing a bra around me, it was something I had also learned to accept. It was publicly acceptable for girls with tits as small as Michelle's to not wear a bra in public. Hell, I saw girls with tits much bigger than hers braless at school every day. I had been the one who had convinced her she was sexy when she needed to be convinced she was sexy. The Great Ass checks and her going braless were harmless things we did to rebuild her self-esteem. It was easy to not take those things seriously as I had Gina.

Then Gina dumped me. On Thursday, I went over to her place after classes like I always did. When I knocked on the door, Gina opened the door a few inches instead of letting me in. She said, "I'm breaking up with you."

"What?"

"I'm breaking up with you." A chill ran down my spine. "Sunday, my roommate and I went to a party and I saw an old boyfriend there. I had a good time talking with him. Last night, we went out and I had a great time. I'm going to be going out with him from now on." The door closed and I heard her lock it.

That was it. I was dumped.

I wandered back to my car in shock. I hadn't seen that coming at all. It hadn't been great between Gina and me and I had never thought for a moment that we'd get married or anything. I was planning on breaking up with her at the end of the summer when I went off to college. But I had thought we would stay together until then.

I drove back home. When Michelle came home from school, I told her the news. She was very sympathetic. She hugged me. I talked about Gina for a while. The worst thing about it was the timing. My life for the last nine months had been school, Gina, and work. Most of my other friendships had fallen by the wayside. I was going to be taking a class each summer session, but I'd still have more free time than I did now. I had planned to spend that free time with Gina, but not anymore.

I changed the subject. "You haven't mentioned Jared in a while. Has he stopped harassing you?"

Michelle shrugged. "Somewhat. He's stopped calling and texting me. I've got him and his friends blocked off on Facebook. I can't really stop him from harassing me on Twitter. I have his main account blocked, but he can create a new one and tweet at me with it. And I don't want to change my email so he can send me emails. I have them go directly into a special folder I only look at occasionally."

"So he hasn't moved on."

"He has somewhat. He has a new girlfriend. He loves to tell me about her. She has big tits. He's tweeted pictures of her chest and said something like 'I'm so glad to be dating a real woman now.' He'll send out tweets like 'Glad to have a girlfriend who's not terrible in bed' and 'Glad to have a girlfriend who's not frigid'."

I said, "Don't take it seriously. It's the way abusers are." I had done quite a bit of reading about abusive relationships by this time. I wished all abusers would rot in Hell. "He's lying to hurt you and to make himself feel better. No one's going to take him seriously. No one's going to believe you're terrible in bed or frigid. If you were really as awful as Jared claims, he would have dumped you before you dumped him."

"I know. He's annoying now, but at least he's not saying threatening things anymore. And thank god he never attacked me. I was scared when I first broke up with him. I had read some articles about abusers who killed the woman who tried to end the relationship. That's why I started sleeping with you - I was scared to sleep in my bed in case Jared somehow snuck into the house."

I asked lightly, "So you can go back to sleeping in your bed?"

Michelle smiled. "I'm used to sleeping with you now. It really comforts me. I wouldn't sleep as well in my bed."

I smiled back at her. "I'm used to you sleeping with me now as well."

We talked about other things for a while, and then Michelle said, "Do you want to know one thing about Jared that still scares me?"

"What?"

"From what I've read, women who have been in an abusive relationship are very likely to have another abusive relationship. A couple of guys have expressed interest in me, but I'm terrified of getting into another abusive relationship. They don't seem like Jared, but I didn't think Jared would be like Jared. I don't trust my judgment when it comes to guys."

"What are you going to do? You can't not date guys for the rest of your life."

"I don't know. Go slow. Now that you and Gina are no more, I'll hang with you for the summer if you don't mind."

I shrugged. "I don't mind."

"Then I'll worry about it once you go off to college."

* * * *

After talking to Michelle, I drove to work. I was glum the whole shift. When something interesting happened at work, I'd think "I'll have to tell Gina...Oh yeah." When I got home, I told Mom and Dad that Gina had dumped me. They said the usual platitudes. I went up to my room and played games on my computer until it was bedtime.

When Michelle joined me in bed, I didn't feel like talking so we were quiet as I stroked her back. She finally gave me her wiggle, I did a Great Ass check and she got under the covers. I ran my fingers through her hair as usual. Once she fell asleep, I knocked down my triangle, put a pillow under my head, and held one in my arms as usual. As I lay there going to sleep, sadness swept over me. I wouldn't be going to Gina's tomorrow. Or any other day. Her dumping me created a huge void in my life. I felt stupid holding a pillow instead of Gina.
I set the pillow in my arms behind me. I said softly, "Michelle."

"Yes."

"I want to hold someone. Could you scooch over this way a little bit?"

"Sure."

She moved over until she was resting her head on a pillow in the crook of my right elbow. She was lying on her stomach and facing away from me. I put my left hand on the small of her back. I lay there for a little bit and then had second thoughts. It was one thing to share a bed with my sister while we were clothed. It was another thing to actually sleep with her. I removed my hand and said, "You can move back."

Michelle said, "No." She reached out and grabbed my hand while continuing to lie on her stomach and face away from me. "Keep your hand where it was."

"Michelle...We shouldn't."

"It's late and we need to go to sleep. You comforted me when I needed it. It's time for me to comfort you when you need it. It's important to me that I do so. So put your hand back where it was."

"All right." I didn't feel like arguing with her. She sounded determined that we sleep this way.

I put my hand once again on the small of her back. Michelle wiggled a little bit to get it exactly where she wanted it. It was comforting to feel her so close to me. To be touching someone I knew cared for me. I soon fell asleep.

* * * *

When we woke up the next morning, Michelle said to me after she did her usual stretch, "I liked sleeping like that."

I still felt torn about it. I had enjoyed it but felt it wasn't right. I wanted to talk to Michelle about why it was so important to her that she comfort me, but we had to get downstairs for breakfast before Mom and Dad decided to find out what was taking us so long.

Last day of classes. I thought at one point about trying to get the phone number of a few people I had chatted with occasionally during the semester but decided to give it up. I'd spend the summer working and hanging with Michelle.

I didn't go to Gina's work after closing up. I went home feeling deflated. Mom, Dad, Michelle, and I watched a movie. It had been a while since we had done that. When it was over, Michelle and I headed up the stairs. When Michelle came into my bedroom, she stopped before getting on the bed and said, "Let me be in charge tonight, okay?"

I was surprised, but said, "Okay."

"Do you think you can sleep on your other side?"

"I guess. I can try."

"Great. I want to be on your left side tonight."

I moved to the other side of the bed to give Michelle room. She lay down on the covers as always. I asked, "So why the change?"

"I'll tell you later. For now, I just want backstrokes."

"Okay."

I was curious but decided to go along. Was this a good sign or a bad sign? Was Michelle unhappy with how we slept together so she was changing it up? Or was this a sign that she felt comfortable enough with our relationship to make a few changes?

Michelle was on my left side now and I had to reach across my body to stroke her back. I wound up lying on my side with some pillows underneath me to comfortably reach her back. We didn't say anything as I stroked her back. After five minutes, Michelle got up to get under the covers.

"No Great Ass check?" I asked.

"Not yet. Push down your pillows."

I pushed most of my pillows off the bed. Michelle positioned one for me to put my head on. When I put my head on it, I stuck out my left arm. She put her pillow in the crook of my left arm and said, "Now it's time for the Great Ass check."

I reached down with my right hand and put it on Michelle's ass. Normally, I felt it through her nightshirt but she had her nightshirt pulled up so I was feeling her ass through her panties. She pressed her ass into my hand and said, "You don't know how much this means to me." I moved my hand up and down as she wiggled her ass into it. "Jared spent a year destroying my self-esteem. It'll take a long time coming back."

"Still a great ass," I said as I removed my hand.

"No. Don't stop. Keep going. I wasn't done yet."

I was shocked by this. I had always kept the time I felt Michelle's ass to a minimum. I knew as her brother, I shouldn't be touching it at all. Now, she wanted me to touch it for who knows how long.

Michelle said, "It's important to me. I'll explain in a little bit. Please put it back and keep checking."

"Okay. If you want."

I slowly replaced my hand on her ass. She gave her ass a little wiggle to get me to move my hand. Soon I was running my hand over it. Her ass felt so smooth. I could feel it a lot better through only her panties.

Michelle said, "When I first broke up with Jared, I felt so ugly. Scrawny, flat-chested and plain. You said I was pretty and had a nice ass. I didn't believe you. You tried to use logic to convince me I was attractive, but Jared had convinced me I wasn't."

I continued moving my hand, giving her ass an occasional squeeze. It was firm and the right size for my hand to cup.

Michelle continued, "The next day, I went braless. And your eyes lit up when you realized I wasn't wearing a bra. Was it because you thought my bare tits were sexy? Or was it you were embarrassed to be seen with me without a bra on? I thought it was because you thought my bare tits were sexy, but I wasn't sure."

Michelle continued wiggling her ass into my hand, apparently wanting me to continue to grope her. I didn't know what to think of what we were doing now, but I was enjoying it. My cock was hard in an uncomfortable position. I brought my hand up and straightened my cock. When I did, Michelle stopped talking. When I resumed rubbing my hand over her ass, she resumed talking.

"And then you did the Great Ass check. You acted like you were just being silly, but I could tell you liked feeling my ass. My own brother enjoyed feeling my ass. I thought 'I really must have a great ass'. That was when I took your words seriously. That was when I started believing you liked seeing me braless even though my tits are small. I even began suspecting that I might be pretty."

Michelle was pressing her ass into my hand and shaking it harder than ever. I was rock hard now. I was panting. Michelle had me very turned on.

"That's why I asked for Great Ass checks." Michelle was panting lightly as she talked. "To remind me that you find me attractive. To build a positive body image." Michelle stopped wiggling her ass. "I think that was a long enough of a check tonight." She reached back, grabbed my hand, and put it in the small of her back. Michelle panted lightly for a few moments and then said, "To rebuild my self-esteem, I need to feel sexy; that I have a nice body. And you're the only guy I feel comfortable being sexy around. I'm afraid other guys will take it the wrong way. So you're very important to me right now. That's why I was so glad to snuggle with you last night. It helped my self-esteem to be able to comfort someone so important to me."

"Michelle..." She made it seem so reasonable. I was glad that I was so important to her. I did want to continue to build her self-esteem and positive body image. And I enjoyed doing it. I loved the feel of her ass in my hand. It felt good sleeping with her close by. But...

Michelle said, "I think it's okay as long as I face away from you. If I'm facing away from you, you're comforting me or I'm comforting you. If I faced you, then we'd be doing something besides comforting, something we shouldn't be doing."

It seemed like a mighty fine distinction. But why not? We both had clothes on. It was obviously consensual. We both enjoyed it. With a brother and a sister, there was always a line that you shouldn't cross. Michelle had decided to draw it in a different place. What we were doing may be tough to explain if Mom or Dad caught us, but it was basically harmless.

"Okay." I added, "I can't run my fingers through your hair this way."

"That's okay. I like this a lot more. I like knowing you're close. I feel safe with you."

That made me feel warm all over. I said, "Good night."

"Good night."

* * * *

The next morning was Saturday. After breakfast, I spread my notes, past tests, and such all over the dining room table and started studying for my first final. It was hard to study as I spent a lot of time thinking about what Michelle had said last night. She apparently wanted us to sleep together every night. I had slept with Gina once. Long ago, my parents had laid down the rule that if I wanted to live at their house, I had to spend every night at their house. I had used the "too drunk to drive" excuse to sleep over at Gina's that one time. Dad had been so pissed off about my underage drinking that I had never used it again. Gina and I had slept in a much different position then. And we had slept naked. I had been sleeping with Michelle for over a month now. Was the new position with Michelle that different from what we had been doing before? And we still had our clothes on.

But what was very different was that Michelle apparently wanted me to feel her ass every night. To rub my hand over it until one of us couldn't take it anymore. She did have a great ass. I enjoyed feeling it much more than I had enjoyed feeling Gina's. It had the right size, the right firmness, and the right curves. I was rock hard again thinking about it. In a little while, I planned on going upstairs and jacking off. I knew that I'd blow a big load.

Why did Michelle want me to feel her up? One obvious reason was that she enjoyed it; that my rubbing and squeezing her ass gave her a lot of pleasure. It gave me a lot of pleasure. But I decided the bigger reason was that she wanted me to make her feel sexy. She had said last night that to rebuild her self-esteem she needed to feel sexy and that I was the only guy she trusted being sexy around. I could see that. She wasn't going to get involved with another guy any time soon. Once bitten, twice shy. I would be the only one to see her sexy side in the near future.

And what did I think of all this? Part of me was "Yahoo! I get to feel up a great ass every night! Get so worked up that I blow a huge load the next day! Hallelujah!" Part of me was "This is so wrong. So very, very wrong. I shouldn't be touching my sister like this. The fact that she wants me to doesn't change that it's wrong. If anyone finds out, I'll be in such deep shit." The part of me that won out was "This is just a phase Michelle is going through. She wants me to tell her that she's sexy and I wasn't doing that when I was giving her a quick check. As her self-esteem grows, she'll move past this." I swore to myself that the next time I rubbed her ass, I'd do everything I could to convince her that she was sexy. Hot as hell. Had a nice body that any guy would love to touch. Jared had spent a year tearing her down. I'd spend the summer building her back up.

* * * *

Later that day, I got a big shock at work. I was reorganizing a section and looked up to see Jared walking into the store. I was strongly tempted to yell, "Hey, asshole! Get out of my store!" But if that got back to my manager, I could be fired for it. Instead, I watched him as he walked around. I hoped he do something stupid like shoplift so I could call the cops on him. Had he come to see me? Had he come shopping and didn't realize I'd be here?

Jared was looking down at the few items he was carrying when he entered my aisle. Then he looked up and saw me. "Hey, Chris."

"Hey, Jared." I had so badly wanted to say, "Hey, asshole." Not a good example to set for my co-workers.

Jared asked, "How's Michelle doing?" He had asked that a little eagerly, like he badly wanted news about her.

I said nonchalantly, "Doing well. Getting ready for finals and graduation." A hell of a lot better now that you aren't in her life.

"Has she found a new guy yet?"

"No. She's not looking. She's focused on school right now."

"I've found another woman. Terry has a nice body. Big tits. Great in bed."

What an asshole. "Good for you," I said blandly. I hope she whacks you over the head with a frying pan.

"How much does Michelle miss me?"

"Miss you?" Time for some revenge on the asshole. "She doesn't miss you at all. I can't think of the last time she mentioned you."

That pissed him off.

Jared said with some heat, "Yeah, well breaking up with the scrawny ass bitch was the best thing that's happened to me."

I tried to sound bored as I said, "Best thing that's happened to her, too."

That pissed him off even more.

Jared said, "She does have a scrawny body. I've got proof." I shrugged my shoulders and went back to work. "She's got no tits and a bony ass."

I realized the folly of pissing Jared off. He had to win the argument. Now he was going to run Michelle down to push himself up. "She's my sister. I think she's really neat."

"You think she's neat? You should see some of the pictures I have of her. She's a total slut. She'd do anything for me. Anything."

I had enough of Jared. "I need to finish this up. The cashier will ring you up." I turned my back to Jared.

I heard him leave. I was glad I scored a few points for Michelle. I hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid because I had pissed him off.

* * * *

When I got home, I had a bad case of nerves. Had I misunderstood Michelle last night? Would she change her mind? Or would I once again get to run my hand over and over her wonderful ass?

Mom and Dad wanted to talk for some reason and we spent an hour discussing my upcoming finals and my plans beyond that. Dad wanted me to paint some rooms. Last free slave labor before I moved off to college. Michelle was upstairs already. I kept thinking about what was going to happen when I went to bed.

Finally, my parents had their say, and I went upstairs. I quickly got ready for bed. When I came back into my bedroom from the bathroom, Michelle was waiting on my bed. She smiled at me. I decided to not tell her about seeing Jared. I didn't want to spoil the mood.

We did backstrokes like we had done the night before. Michelle got under the covers and lay down on my arm. My hand went immediately to her panty-covered ass.

"You have such a great ass, Michelle."

Michelle made a sound that was like a cross between a moan and a purr.

"And you have nice legs too. May I touch your legs?"

Michelle was silent for a moment and then said, "Yes."

I ran my hand down her leg from her ass to above her knee. "Such smooth skin. You have nice skin. And very firm legs. Do you walk a lot at work?"

Michelle was slow to respond. Instead, she pushed her leg into my hand as I ran it slowly up and down. Finally, she said, "Yes."

I brought my hand back up to her panties. "But I like your ass the best." I softly moved my hand in a big circle over her ass. "What are the panties made of? Cotton?"

Michelle wiggled her ass within my hand for a little bit then said, "Yes."

"I like the feel of the material."

Michelle buried her face in the pillow and pushed her ass up. I continued to explore every curve of her ass. Was she moaning into her pillow?

Michelle turned her head and asked, "You don't think they're too practical?"

"They're practical for my rubbing your ass. But do you have any sexier panties?"

"Yes."

"Wear one of them tomorrow night. I'll tell you how I like them compared to these."

Michelle buried her head into the pillow again. I noticed she was gripping the pillow tightly with both hands. My rubbing her ass was obviously exciting her. It was exciting me - my hard dick was straining against my running shorts. I wondered how long she'd let me keep touching her like this.

I asked, "Can I put my hand under your shirt?"

Michelle nodded her head up and down.

I slipped my hand under her nightshirt and moved it slowly upward. "Nice, smooth skin. I like your back. It's the perfect size and shape for your body type." I was silent for a while as I explored.

Michelle turned her head to the side and said, "I like this. It's very soothing."

"Good." I continued working slowly upwards. Michelle continued facing away from me. My stroking her back wasn't as exciting for her as my stroking her ass. Same for me. But it was a nice interlude. I reached up to her shoulder blades, went back and forth a few times, and eventually slowly worked my way down again.

When I slipped my hand out of her nightshirt, I said, "I'm going to stroke your ass just a little bit more and then it'll be time for sleep. Okay?"

"Okay."

Michelle buried her face in the pillow again as I worked her ass. She vigorously rocked it from side to side so I barely had to move my hand to reach all of her ass. I tried to stay away from the area close to her pussy but sometimes I brushed there as she moved her ass around.

I got to the point where I had to stop or I'd do something more than Michelle had given me permission to do. I gave her bottom a slight swat and said, "Time for sleep."

We shifted into our sleep positions with my hand on the small of Michelle's back. She said, "That was really good. You made me feel very sexy. Thanks."

"You are very sexy. And you're welcome."

* * * *

Sunday morning was my time to sleep in. Mom and Dad didn't care when I came down on Sundays. I felt Michelle wake up and get out of bed, but I continued lying in bed. I listened intently and heard her going down the stairs a few minutes later. Time to jack off.

I got out of bed and went over to my computer. I got naked and sat down in my chair. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my bottle of lotion. I took a tissue out of the box I kept on my desk. I had an email, and I decided to see what it was before hitting the porn sites.

To my surprise, the email was from Jared. I remembered sending him a birthday e-card back when I thought he was a nice guy. The title of the email was "Check out your slut sister". I opened the email and it had two lines - the first was a link to a "Michelle" folder on a cloud drive and the second said, "Password Bony_Ass". I clicked on the link and entered the password Jared sent me. The folder was 74 pictures. The first one was "Aaaah 01". I clicked on it. It was a picture of Michelle's face covered with cum. A cock was touching her lips. Michelle had a big smile on her face.

I closed the picture and opened the next, which was "Anal 01". I opened that. It was a picture of what I took was Michelle's ass with cock buried in her asshole. There were eight more "Anal" pictures. I scrolled down. There were a dozen "Blow job" pictures. Four "Cum on tits" pictures. I opened one. Michelle was lying on a couch smiling with cum all over her tits. Thirteen "Doggie style" pictures. I opened one. Michelle was on a bed with her head down low and her ass in the air. She was looking back at the camera. She appeared to be panting. Her face was full of lust.

Michelle had said that Jared had some pictures of her naked. Now I knew he had 74 pictures of her having sex. I tried deleting them. I had read-only access to the directory. I created a new folder on my computer and started downloading them. That way if Jared ended my access to the cloud drive, I could still show Michelle the pictures he had of her.

Jared had sent me the link to convince me Michelle was a slut. That had failed. Michelle wasn't a slut. She had been a good girlfriend - make that a great girlfriend - who had badly wanted to make Jared happy. Jared had been right when he said she had been willing to do anything for him. And he hadn't appreciated how good he had had it.

By this time, I had downloaded through the "Doggie style" pictures. I opened the first one. Doggie-style was my favorite position to fuck in. Gina hadn't cared for it. She wanted to fuck in missionary all the time and I had to practically beg her to do any other position. Michelle looked so sexy in the picture. Without thinking, my right hand began stroking my cock. I clicked the arrow to see the next picture. Michelle was bent over the arm of a couch while getting fucked. I had never fucked Gina anywhere besides on the bed. I clicked the arrow to see the next picture. Michelle was getting fucked while lying on a picnic table in what looked like a park with her legs on the bench. Without thinking, I put some lotion on my hand and continued stroking. I looked at four more pictures before blowing a huge load.
I was immediately filled with remorse. How could I jack off to pictures of my little sister? I shouldn't have even looked at them. I shouldn't be ogling her body - she's my sister! I mean it was okay to check out a few just to see what they were, but I should have stopped there. I shouldn't have kept looking. And I definitely should have moved on to some porn website when I started stroking my cock.

A part of my brain pleaded extenuating circumstances. I had been horny as hell this morning after my session with Michelle last night. When I saw the pictures, my body took control and my brain stopped thinking. But I wouldn't do it again. I would not jack off to pictures of Michelle again. I wouldn't look at them again. I'd keep them to show to Michelle if I felt she needed to see them, but otherwise, I'd pretend they weren't on my hard drive.

And that brought me to my next question - should I tell Michelle about the pictures? I hadn't told her yet about Jared coming into the store last night. Should I tell her about that?

Michelle already knew Jared had lots of pictures of her. She didn't need to know the exact number of pictures he had of her having sex. I didn't know how she would respond to me seeing pictures of her having sex with Jared. At the same time, I could see her needing to know sometime in the future what pictures Jared had of her. If that happened, I was confident she'd share that need with me. I decided it was best to not tell her about the pictures.

If I had told Jared last night that Michelle had a boyfriend, I was sure Jared would have searched high and low for the boyfriend's email address so he could send the same email to him. When Michelle started thinking about getting serious with a guy was when she would need to see the pictures. Because sure as hell, her new boyfriend would eventually see them.

Could I do something to get Jared to leave Michelle alone? Threaten him somehow?

Jared would love for me to threaten him. Threats were his bread and butter. He'd love to show Michelle how strong and tough he was by beating the crap out of me. I'd been bullied enough in school to know fighting back made things worse. Jared had a new girlfriend to abuse. Michelle wasn't responding to his provocations. I'd support her in that and help her not let them get her upset or depressed. Eventually, Jared would get bored and move on.

* * * *

That afternoon as Michelle and I washed all of the cars, I told her about Jared coming into the store last night.

"Do you think he intentionally came to see you or was it by accident?"

"Not sure. I wouldn't be surprised if it was intentional. I think he wants to know what's going on in your life. It seemed to bother him that you're doing so well without him."

"I wouldn't say I'm doing well, but I'm making progress. And I'm only doing as well as I am because of you."

I wanted to say, "Oh, shucks." Instead, I said, "Glad to have helped."

That night when Michelle came into my bedroom, she went straight under the covers. She had spent enough time talking to me today that I guessed she felt we didn't need to have a private talk now. She pulled her nightshirt up to her shoulder blades. She was wearing some lacy red panties. I ran my hand all over the backside of her body, going all the way down to her ankle at one point. I told her I liked the feel of her other panties better.

And that's how it went for a while. Every night, Michelle would give me full access to her backside. I'd run my hands all over her while telling her how nice of a body she had and how pretty she was. I always stayed away from her pussy and inner thighs. Every morning as soon as I could get some privacy, I'd jack off. I never looked at the pictures of Michelle again.

As time went on, I more strongly accepted what we did as what worked for us. We were just helping each other get over unusually bad breakups. We got along great. Michelle didn't get jealous when I checked out other girls. I didn't get jealous when she checked out guys. Neither of us seemed interested in escalating the action. Mom and Dad seemed unaware of the change in our relationship, or even that we were hurting from our breakups.

Michelle and I both finished our finals and went to our graduations. Mom's parents came into town for the graduations and stayed in the guest room, so Michelle slept in her bed for three nights. I missed her and she told me that she missed me. Once our grandparents were gone, we went back to our usual nighttime routine.

* * * *

The Saturday the week after graduation, I could tell Michelle was upset when I got home from work. My parents wanted the family to watch a movie. Michelle said she wasn't feeling well and went up to her bedroom.

Mom said, "This is a romantic comedy. She's probably still missing Jared."

Dad said, "She broke up with him over a month ago. One of the few smart things she's done in her life. How could she still be missing him?"

"It takes a while to get over someone even if you break up with him."

"If that's the case, I'll go upstairs and tell her she needs to get over that loser and get her ass back down here."

"Honey, let her be. No need to rub it in that we were right about Jared and she was wrong."

Michelle had told Mom and Dad that she had broken up with Jared because it had stopped working. One time when Dad wasn't home, I had heard Mom probe a little more deeply as to why Michelle broke up with Jared and Michelle had implied that once she started working and making money, Jared lost a lot of his appeal. I'd asked Michelle several times to tell Mom and Dad about how Jared had been abusive to her and she had refused each time, saying that all Mom and Dad would say is "Told you so." After this conversation, it was hard not to agree with her.

I watched the movie for a while, but I couldn't keep focused on it. I wondered what was bothering Michelle so much. So I "accidentally" spilled some water on my clothes.

"I'm going upstairs to change," I said. "I'll check in on Michelle while I'm up there."

"Don't take too long," Dad said as he paused the movie.

Michelle was sitting at her desk, looking at nothing when I entered her room.

"So what happened today?" I asked.

"Jared. A guy I knew from school and I were tweeting back and forth. He's got a girlfriend he really likes so I felt safe flirting with him. Just having some fun. And it was a lot of fun. Jared had apparently been following our conversation. He then used a new account to tweet a bunch of shit about me. How I had no tits and a bony ass. How I was terrible in bed. How I was frigid. He shared a couple of pictures of me having sex with him. We both blocked his new account, but it ruined the mood. I didn't want to flirt anymore. We stopped tweeting after that."

I said, "Come with me."

I went into my room and took off my shirt. Michelle followed me in. I said, "I'm sorry to hear that Jared popped back up again in your life." I started taking off my shoes. "Did your friend know about Jared before he interrupted?"

"He knew that I had dated him for a long time and that I wasn't dating him now. I hadn't shared that Jared was an abusive asshole who keeps stalking me online."

I shook my head. "Which you shouldn't have to. It's been over a month. I would have thought that Jared would have moved on by now. Maybe his new girlfriend wised up and dumped him before he could mess up her life." I took off my pants. I felt weird standing in front of Michelle in only my underwear. She slept with me every night, but my running shorts covered more than my underwear. "I could understand most of the shit Jared said, but why call you frigid?"

"I've never had an orgasm."

"You've never?" I found that hard to believe. I got a shirt out of my closet to put on.

Michelle said, "Yeah. I never came when Jared fucked me. Jared said he was a great fuck, so it was something wrong with me that I didn't come. After a while, that became I was frigid."

"Didn't he ever eat you out?" I asked

"No. I'd give him blow jobs and we'd fuck. That was it. I enjoyed being fucked. I loved being fucked. But I never came from it."

"Neither girl I've fucked" - I had fucked my girlfriend before Gina - "has come from me fucking them. They've come from me eating them out or me fingering them."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Michelle seemed shocked. "Jared said all his other girlfriends came every time he fucked them."

"Jared was a liar."

"Jared and I read a lot of porn stories together. In all of those, the girls came when they were fucked."

I chuckled then said, "And in those stories, most guys have ten-inch cocks. Porn is not reality. My personal experience is that girls don't come from fucking." I thought of something. "Haven't you come from masturbating?"

"I've never masturbated."

"Never?" I was surprised again.

Michelle shook her head. "Never felt the urge to do it. I enjoyed having sex with Jared. Doing it by myself hasn't interested me."

"Was Jared your first?"

"First and only."

I had my shorts and shirt on now. Mom and Dad were waiting for me downstairs. I said, "We'll discuss this more later."

When I got downstairs, Mom asked "What did Michelle say?"

"She hit a pole today with her car. She was afraid I'd be upset when I found out that she had damaged my old car."

Dad snorted. "As banged up as that car is, could anyone tell if it got damaged again?"

I was counting on Mom and Dad not being able to.

Dad continued, "Really, Christopher. We've been waiting here a long time. You can be so inconsiderate. You need to think about others."

Dad lecturing me about being inconsiderate. That made my evening.

* * * *

The movie was rated "R" and had a couple of hot sex scenes in it. I was definitely feeling it by the time the movie ended. The way Mom and Dad were looking at each other, Dad was getting lucky tonight.

I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Michelle joined me in bed.

I went all out with the body rub. I had a plan and I wanted Michelle as horny as hell when I finished the Great Ass check. I rubbed her ass more vigorously than normal and gave it lots of squeezes. Even with Michelle's head buried in her pillow, I could hear her panting. I went longer than I ever had before. I went as long as I thought Michelle could stand it.

I leaned down to whisper into Michelle's ear as I continued firmly rubbing her sweet ass. As usual, she was lying on her stomach. "You passed the Great Ass check. I think it's time for another check." I grabbed her a little below her waist and rotated her body so she was almost lying on her side. "Time for a frigid check."

I slid my hand down to her crotch and forced her pussy lips open with my finger. I quickly found her clit. At the same time, I shifted Michelle so she was leaning on me. I cradled her head onto my forearm. I hoped and prayed that she was so horny now that she'd want me to touch her pussy. I rubbed my finger against the area around her clit to get it excited.

I immediately had second thoughts. Getting her to come for the first time had seemed like such a great idea as I had watched the movie, but now it seemed stupid. I should have talked to Michelle about it. I should have gotten her permission. I moved my hand away and said, "I'm sorry, Michelle. I-"

Michelle grabbed my hand and moved it back to her crotch. She said, "It was just starting to feel good, Chris."

I took that as permission. I moved my fingers back between Michelle's pussy lips. Her panties were a little damp in her clit area. I resumed making gentle circles widely around her clit.

Michelle quietly moaned, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Sweet Jesus, that feels so good!" She started panting "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I rubbed around her clit area for a while as her moans and pants told me that her excitement was steadily building. I could feel her panties getting wet. When I felt she was ready for a direct assault, I worked the spot that Gina liked best when I fingered her. Michelle responded by making little noises that sounded like she was trying to say something but couldn't get it out. After a minute of my fingering her clit, Michelle started thrashing her body as she leaned against me even harder. I backed off and let her enjoy her first orgasm.

I felt a surge of pride. I had made Michelle come for the first time.

"Wow," Michelle said. "That was incredible."

"Good. You definitely can come. Frigid jokes shouldn't bother you anymore. I should have talked to you about it first though."

"You should have. But I forgive you. You followed our rules. We still have our clothes on. I'm still facing away from you." Michelle was still panting deeply. "I had been worried that I couldn't come. Now I know I can." She blew out a big breath. "Boy, can I come. That was awesome. I can't believe I've been missing out on that all this time."

"I think Jared has been projecting. You're not bad in bed. He's bad in bed. He should have been making you come like that every time you had sex."

"That was wonderful, Chris." Michelle turned and kissed me on my forehead. "I'm going to go change my panties. Then I think I'll sleep great tonight."

* * * *

In the morning when we woke up, I checked in with Michelle. "You still feeling okay about what I did last night? I didn't push things too far?"

"You didn't. I knew what you were doing and I could have stopped you at any time. I let it happen. And I let it happen because you were doing the right thing. You lifted a huge burden off me last night. I had thought I was frigid. I had thought I was bad in bed. Now I know differently. That makes a huge difference to me."

"Good. You're so important to me. I don't want to hurt you."

"You didn't. Like I said last night, you should have asked first. But we followed the rules. We had our clothes on. I didn't face you. That comforted me. That comforted me a whole lot. You saw that I was hurting and you took steps to stop the hurt. I'm really thankful."

"Great."

"You're a great big brother and I appreciate you taking care of me. I appreciate everything you've done for me since I broke up with Jared." Michelle gave me a big smile. "I feel like I'm floating on a cloud. When I get downstairs, I'm going to have to come up with some story to tell Mom about why I'm so happy."

"Oh." I told her about the story I told Mom and Dad last night. We picked out a dent to say was the new one. Then Michelle literally bounced out of the room.

Part of me worried that last night we crossed a line that we shouldn't have crossed. But I had obviously made Michelle very happy. I shrugged. It was a one-time thing. I decided to not worry about it.

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* * * *

Once I heard Michelle go down the stairs, I did my usual Sunday morning routine - I went to my computer and got ready to jack off. I went to my favorite porn site. None of the latest videos interested me. I went to another porn site. Again, nothing caught my eye. I went to a third and again no luck.

I thought about Michelle's pictures on my hard drive. I had moved them to a folder buried deep in my computer where no one would find them. I had taken a picture of Jared's email, put it in the same directory, and then deleted the email. I was confident that even if someone got through my password, they'd still never find Michelle's pictures. But I knew they were there.

And now, I felt the urge to look at them again. Particularly the pictures of her getting fucked doggie-style. I knew what the soundtrack would be for the pictures now - how Michelle moaned and panted. Remembering the sounds she made got me more excited than the porn videos had. What would be the harm in my looking at Michelle's pictures again?

I knew what the harm would be - I'd be violating Michelle's privacy. If she wanted me to see her naked, she'd take off her clothes in front of me. Or send me a picture of her naked. I had crossed a line last night and just because Michelle has approved of me crossing that line didn't mean she'd approve of me secretly crossing another. Michelle deserved to be able to keep private her sex life with Jared.

I found a video of a guy pretending to be a brother banging doggie-style a girl who was pretending to be his sister. They started fucking for no particular reason and the girl sounded like she was forcing it, but it got me off.

* * * *

That night when Michelle came into my bedroom, she lay on the covers. We talked for probably fifteen minutes as I stroked her back before she got under the covers. When I ran my hands over her backside, I was a lot more gentle than normal. I also didn't say anything. I had been getting repetitive of late when praising her body during the Great Ass checks and I felt like I had said everything I had to say last night. I touched her like I had when I was stroking her back, only over a larger area. I stopped after five minutes. Michelle seemed happy as she assumed her usual sleeping position. We gradually fell asleep.

That became the new normal - if I considered normal my sister sleeping with me after I spent five minutes feeling up her whole backside. We never discussed my making her come. We never discussed the changes in the bedtime routine. We never discussed anything about Michelle sleeping with me. Outside of my bed, we acted like we slept like we had always had. It was like at bedtime, Michelle and I were transported to a parallel universe that ceased to exist once she left my bedroom.

Another part of our routine was that I jacked off every morning after Mom and Dad left. Michelle would smile at me as I left the room to go up the stairs. She never came upstairs while I was jacking off. When I came downstairs afterward, she'd smile at me and she'd have some show ready for us to watch or she'd have everything laid out for us to do a chore together.

About ten days into this new routine on a Wednesday night, Michelle was extra wiggly while I explored her backside. Then she said, "Chris, do you still find me sexy?"

"Of course."

"You know how important it is to my self-esteem for me to feel that you find me sexy. But you haven't done anything to show you think I'm sexy in a while."

"Well um..."

"The way you've been touching me lately is very soothing and I feel very relaxed when you're done, but I feel I need an occasional reminder that you find me sexy, that you think I have a great ass, nice legs, and a nice back."

"You want me to do a long Great Ass check tonight?"

"I'd like...I'd like to do another frigid check."

"Oh." I hadn't expected this. "I intended that as a one-time thing."

"I know. I thought it would be that way, too. I really enjoyed it. I was on a cloud for days afterward. Now I've been off the cloud for a while and I miss it. I want to get back on that cloud."

"Hmmm..."

"We'll follow our rules. We'll keep our clothes on. I'll face away from you. It'll be like all the other things you've done to comfort. It'll be okay."

I had made her come once and there hadn't been any problems. Why not do it again?

"Okay," I said. "But this time, let's agree to what I'm going to do before I do anything."

"Perfect. I want you to do like you did the last time. Spend a lot of time squeezing and grabbing while telling me how nice my body is. Work me up to a fever pitch. Then roll me on my side like you did before. But this time, put your hand inside my panties. Okay?"

"Okay."

Michelle lifted her shirt until it was gathered as high up as possible to give me more access to her back before burying her face into her pillow. I grasped her ass with my right hand and squeezed it.

Fuck it. If she wants me to get her hot, I'll get her red hot.

I threw back the covers and squeezed her ass with both hands. As I kneaded her ass, Michelle moaned so loudly into her pillow that I could easily hear it.
I said, "I love your ass, Michelle. It feels so great in my hands. I've missed this."

Michelle tried to wiggle her ass but I was gripping it with my hands too firmly for her to move it much. After a bit, I ran my hands down the outside of her legs. "You have such nice legs." I continued the stream of compliments as I worked my hands down to her ankles and then back up the inside of her legs. When I got to her crotch, I didn't pull away. As I knew that I'd have my hand in her pussy in a few minutes, I didn't see any point in avoiding this area. Instead, I firmly worked the area around her inner thighs by slowly moving my hands from inside her legs up to her ass while regularly gently squeezing. I could hear her panting.

I switched to moving my hands up Michelle's back while telling her how wonderful her back felt. When I got to her shoulder blades, I pushed her shirt up higher and worked the tops of her shoulders. Michelle was writhing. I moved my hands down the side of Michelle's chest, a few inches from her tits. I wondered if she let me cup them with my hands. Bad idea - I had free access to the back but not the front.

But she had given me access to under her panties. When I got my hands back down to her panties, I slipped my hands in her panties and gripped her ass cheeks. Michelle gasped. I strongly squeezed her ass, lifting her lightly off the bed before pushing her back down. Michelle was rocking her ass, but this time she was grinding her crotch against the bed.

I made another circuit down her legs, back up, working her inner thighs, up her back, down the side of her chest, and inside her panties. As I worked Michelle's ass, she was panting and moaning. She seemed red hot.

When I lay down next to Michelle, she rolled herself so was lying against me, a little past vertical. She raised her right leg as I slipped my hand into her panties. "You've got me so hot, Chris," she panted. "Make me come. Make me come hard."

I reached down to Michelle's hole. She was so wet. I gathered a bunch of liquid on my fingers and went back to her clit. I knew she was close, so I teased her by staying away from her clit. I worked the inside of her pussy lips, getting her whole pussy on fire. Michelle was mumbling incoherently between pants. When I finally brought my hand close to her clit, she lunged her hips forward. I worked her clit as Michelle let out a series of gasps. Then she violently rolled into a ball, twitching as the waves of pleasure swept over her. My hand was trapped inside of her panties.

Michelle lay there a long time. When she finally straightened out, she said "Thanks, Chris. That was incredible. I'm way, way on a cloud now." She panted several times. "Did you enjoy doing that?"

"Yeah. It was a lot of fun."

I had loved it. I had loved every second of it. I had never enjoyed foreplay like I had enjoyed that. I had a huge sense of achievement, making Michelle come so hard.

Michelle said "I need to go change my panties," as she got out of bed.

I pulled the covers back up and got everything arranged for when she got back. When she came back, she slipped under the covers. Instead of lying on her stomach about a foot away from me, she stayed on her side and wiggled back until her body touched mine lightly with her head on my bicep. She said, "Chris, you're the best."

* * * *

When Michelle woke up, she gave me a huge smile. At breakfast, she was almost giddy. When I started to leave the room to go upstairs to jack off, Michelle stopped me to give me a big hug. "Thanks again, Chris."

When I got upstairs, I again found it tough to find appealing porn. The memory of making Michelle come was too fresh for watching two people insert tab A into slot B to excite me. I sighed and went to the directory where I had Michelle's photos secreted. It didn't take many photos of Michelle getting fucked doggie-style for me to blow my load.

That night as Michelle was about to head up to bed, Dad said, "Must be nice to be able to lie around the house all morning, doing nothing."

Michelle spun around. "Dad, I'm working twenty hours a week. I run errands for you and Mom in the mornings. I'm not lying around all day. What more do you want me to do?"

"Well, I asked Christopher to paint some rooms this summer."

"Christopher's taking a two-hour class each day while working a thirty-hour week. And the only reason he hasn't painted any rooms is that you haven't bought the painting supplies."

"I was just trying to have a little fun."

"It's not funny to imply that Christopher or I are lazy. We're busting our butts. You're the one who's lying around the house all evening."

Mom said, "Young lady, you shouldn't talk to your father like that."

Michelle turned to Mom. "My father should never have talked to me like that."

Dad said, "I was just ribbing you."

Michelle said, "And it wasn't funny. It's never been funny. I'm an adult. I expect to be treated with respect."

With that, Michelle stormed upstairs.

Dad turned to me and said, "What's eating her?"

I shrugged my shoulders. It wasn't for me to explain how Michelle was feeling.

* * * *

It took a lot of backstrokes to get Michelle relaxed. She didn't want to talk. The only thing she said was, "Dad's jokes aren't funny. They never have been."

When she got under the covers, she moved up next to me like she had the night before. Her hair smelled nice. It felt good having her next to me. I put my hand on her thigh and drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Sunday - four nights after the last Frigid check - Michelle said as she walked to my bed, "I'm ready for another Frigid check." She pulled up the covers and lay down on her stomach - no backstroke prelim tonight. Again, I rubbed, massaged, squeezed, and grabbed; doing everything I could to get her smoking hot before making her come. When she got back into bed after changing her panties, she wiggled her ass back until my hard cock was lightly nestled between her ass cheeks. Michelle said, "Sweet dreams!" with a hint of laughter in her voice.

The next morning, I jacked off to Michelle's pictures. The compromise I had made with myself was that I'd only look at the pictures the day after a Frigid check.

Thursday was the next Frigid check. After the Frigid check, she nestled my cock even further between her ass cheeks.

Sunday afternoon, Michelle and I washed all of the cars together. I wore swim trunks and Michelle wore a bright red bikini. We goofed off a lot and squirted each other regularly. I even soaped up her body at one point and then told her she looked sexy as hell that way. She smiled and gave me a couple of sexy poses before rinsing off the bubbles.

After we washed the cars, Michelle and I went upstairs to change into dry clothes. I had a raging hard-on. I decided to jerk off a quick load before getting dressed. I thought it wouldn't take me long at all, but I couldn't find a video that excited me. I sighed and pulled up a picture of Michelle.

I was close to coming when Michelle entered my room saying, "Dad is wondering-. Oops!" She closed the door and said, "Dad is wondering what's taking you so long."

I got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad asked, "What took you so long?"

"I checked Twitter while I was getting dressed and got distracted."

"Really, Christopher. Other people live in this house, you know."

Michelle looked at me funny the rest of the day. When she came into my bedroom that night, she stopped in the doorway and said, "I'm sorry to have walked in on you like that. I had no idea you were doing what you were doing when I walked into your room. Dad was wondering where you were and I offered to go check on you. Good thing it was me instead of Dad. Still, I should have knocked. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

Michelle had sounded pissed the whole time she had apologized.

I said, "It's okay. I was stupid. I had thought I could do it quick and took too long. And you're right, I'm glad it was you instead of Dad."

Michelle came into the room and sat on the edge of my bed. "That picture you were looking at. It was me, wasn't it?"

I sighed. "Yes. It was you."

"How did you get a picture of me?"

I told her about the email from Jared and downloading all the pictures. "I kept them in case you ever needed to see them for some reason."

"Christopher, what reason would I ever have for seeing them?" The fury level was rising in her voice.

"To show your next boyfriend."

"Why would I ever show them to him? If I want him to see me having sex, I'll have sex with him."

"Well, you might want to know what the pictures show." I was feeling very defensive.

"I was there when the pictures were taken." Michelle was seriously pissed now. "I know what they show."

"Well, you know." I was floundering. "If Jared sends them to your next boyfriend, you could show them to him before he sees them from Jared."

"I don't want my next boyfriend to look at them. Period."

"Umm..."

"I'm your sister, goddamn it! I'm not some porn star that got paid money to have pictures taken of her! Those were very private moments. They're none of your damn business. And you definitely shouldn't be jacking off to them!"

Michelle stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I didn't hear her go down the stairs. That was a relief. My first fear when she slammed the door was that she would tell Mom and Dad that I had been jacking off to her pictures.

My heart was beating furiously. Michelle and I had had fights, but I had never seen her that pissed before. The worst part about it was that I had known she might react like this and had jacked off to the pictures anyway.

I hadn't been using a pillow triangle at night because I had been cuddling with Michelle. I built one as I waited for Michelle to return. She didn't. I lay back against it and waited for Michelle. And waited and waited. She never came back. She slept in her bedroom. It took me a very long time to fall asleep.

* * * *

I got up early the next morning and went down to the kitchen. I was mixing up some batter when Mom came in. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm making a batch of blueberry pancakes." Blueberry pancakes were Michelle's favorite breakfast.

"Why?"

"Felt like it."

"Okay."

I thought she would probe more deeply but instead, she pulled out her phone and looked at her messages. I gave her the first three pancakes. I had the next three waiting on Dad's plate when he came in. Both of them thanked me in a disinterested manner. The next three were waiting on Michelle's plate when she came in. She looked at them in surprise and said, "Thanks."

I put my three on a plate and sat down next to her. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. To ask her forgiveness. But I couldn't while Mom and Dad were there. So we said nothing to each other as we ate.

Once Mom and Dad were out the door, Michelle said to me, "Thanks. That was very sweet of you."

"I'm sorry, Michelle. I shouldn't have looked at them. I knew that I shouldn't have looked at them. You had every right to be angry last night."

Michelle sighed. "Those photos are such bad memories. And they terrify me. When I saw one of them, it was like my worst nightmare confirmed."

"Your worst nightmare?"

"That Jared would send them to some website to publish. That guys all around the world would then jack off to pictures of me. That my friends and co-workers would find out about them. They are private moments that I don't want anyone seeing. I particularly don't want people to use them to masturbate."

"And you caught me masturbating to one."

"And I blew up. I was angry at you, but I was angrier about the idea that anyone anywhere could use my likeness like that."

"I'm sorry. I'll delete the pictures when I go upstairs."

"Do that and I'll forgive you." Michelle gave me a small smile. "The blueberry pancakes were a great peace offering."

I smiled. "Good. I hoped so."

"What did Mom and Dad say about you making them?"

"They grunted a few times. They had their noses in their phones all through breakfast."

"Parents nowadays. What happened to conversation at family meals?"

I laughed. Michelle smiled. Things seemed to be getting back to normal. I said, "I missed you last night."

"I missed you. I felt like I was cutting off my nose to spite my face."

"It was the right thing to do. You needed to let me know that I had stepped way over the line."

Michelle gave me an awkward smile.

I started to get up and then sat back down. "May I ask you a question before I go delete the photos?"

"Go ahead."

"I'll understand if you don't want to answer it. Why did you say they were bad memories for you? You looked like you were having fun."

Michelle shook her head. "The first photo was when we had gotten to Jared's after celebrating my eighteenth birthday. It was one of his nights off and he had taken me to a nice restaurant. We went to his bedroom, took our clothes off and I was giving him a blow job on the bed when he asked if he could take a picture of me. I said no. He said it would be no big deal, reached over, grabbed his camera, and took a picture. I was pissed. Jared said there was nothing to be angry about. At this point, my self-esteem was low and dropping like a rock. I gave in. I finished the blow job and then we fucked. Jared took me home. We didn't discuss it."

Michelle shifted in her chair. "The next day, Jared asked if he could cum on my tits and then take a picture of it. I said no. I was fine with him cumming on my tits but I didn't want him to take a picture of me with cum on my tits. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He kept asking and asking until I finally gave in." She sighed. "A few days later, he wanted to take a picture of me with his cum on my face. I really didn't care for him cumming on my face and would only let him do it on special occasions. I said no and again he wouldn't take no for an answer. I finally gave in."

Michelle looked very unhappy. This was obviously very painful for her. "A few days later, we were fucking doggie-style. We had a nice rhythm going when Jared suddenly pulled out. He said he wanted to take a picture of us fucking. He didn't even ask. He reached over to where his camera was and came back to me. At this point, I'm out of the mood. He puts himself back into me, fucks me a few times and stops. He tells me to turn back and face the camera. I don't want to. We argued for a bit and I of course eventually gave in. I looked back at the camera. Jared told me to give him a sexy look. I didn't feel sexy at all. He kept badgering me until I gave him the look he wanted. He took my picture and resumed fucking me. I normally love being fucked but I hated that time."

Michelle took a drink of water. Tears were running down her cheeks. "After that, he took a picture of me several times a week. He'd never ask; he'd just reach for his camera." Michelle sighed. "At that point, sex was the only good part of our relationship. It was like he was intentionally ruining the one good thing we had left."

I took Michelle's hand and squeezed. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea." I felt like shit. I had thought the pictures had looked so hot when I had used them to get myself off, but I knew now that they had made her miserable.

I got up and headed up the stairs to delete the pictures. I hadn't thought about getting revenge on Jared in a while, but the desire to hurt him was burning brightly now. He was a fucking monster. He deserved something horrible. I just needed to figure out how to deliver it.

* * * *

When Michelle came into my bedroom at bedtime, I said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't keep saying you're sorry. I've forgiven you. Let's move on."

"Okay. Frigid check tonight?" It was four days after our last one.

Michelle shook her head. "Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow."

Michelle lay down on the bed and we talked as I stroked her back. Then we got under the covers. Michelle put her head on my forearm and snuggled up to me. I smelled her hair and smiled. I felt the urge to tell her "I love you." I couldn't say it. Of course, I loved Michelle; she was my sister. But what would I mean if I told her "I love you" right now?

I loved Michelle more than I had. Thinking about how much I loved her made me feel uncomfortable. I squeezed her and settled down to go to sleep.

* * * *

The next morning was Tuesday. The phone rang while Michelle and I were watching a show together. Our house had a landline because our Internet company gave it to us for basically free, but the only people who seemed to call us were telemarketers. Mom and Dad always said to let the answering machine get the call when the caller ID didn't reveal a name we knew, but I hated having to listen to the phone ring and ring.

I got up from the recliner chair and answered the phone. It was a recorded message about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for financial security. I hated that there was no way to tell these people to never call again. I pressed one to speak to a real person. In the past, I used to tell the person who answered to take us off their calling list, but that didn't seem to work. I had a new idea for dealing with the telemarketer.

When I was connected to a person, he started his spiel. "Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours?"

"What's your name?" I interjected, trying to get a word in.

That knocked the guy off-balance. "My name is John."

"Just a second, John."

I walked back to the recliner. Michelle mouthed, "Who is it?" I mouthed back, "A telemarketer." I said to the phone, "I've got the tissues and lotion. Go ahead, John."

Michelle gave me a questioning look. John restarted his spiel. "Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours? Would you like-"

"You have a very sexy voice, John."

Michelle quietly giggled.

"Um, well. Thanks. Would you like-"

"Are you good-looking, John? With a voice that sexy, you have to be good-looking."

"Umm. Aah. Good-looking enough. Would you like-"

"Talking with a good-looking guy with a sexy voice really excites me."

Michelle had her hand over her mouth so her giggles wouldn't be heard.

John was flustered. He sputtered a few times and then finally restarted his spiel. "Do you want to be your own boss? Do you want to set your own hours?"

"Oh, John," I moaned.

John stopped. I moaned his name again. John must have been totally rattled at this point. Michelle was rolling on the couch with her hand over her mouth.

John finally resumed his spiel. "Would you like financial security? You're invited to a once in a lifetime..."

I kept moaning his name every few seconds, each time with a bit more passion. Michelle was now covering her mouth with one hand while clutching her stomach with the other.

John continued with his spiel. I continued moaning his name. I was panting hard now each time after I said his name. Michelle was rolling around on the couch as she laughed.

As John seemed close to ending his spiel, I said, "Oh, God! Oh, God! John, I'm-"

***CLICK***

I busted up laughing. I laughed so hard I fell to the floor. I could hear Michelle laughing just as hard. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I was on my back on the floor when I realized that Michelle was right next to me. She seemed to be laughing so hard she was crying too. We laughed like that for a long time.

When I finally stopped laughing enough to talk, I told Michelle, "I don't think John will be calling back any time soon."

We burst out laughing again.

* * * *

That night when I got home from work, Michelle gave me a big smile and headed upstairs early. When I came into my room, she was already under the covers.

"Frigid check," she said as she wiggled her ass in the air.

I smiled and got ready for bed, changing into my running shorts while in the bathroom. Michelle was all smiles when I came back into the bedroom. I turned off the light. When I started to throw back the covers, Michelle said, "Let's start with them up."
I got into bed next to Michelle. I reached with my right hand to cup Michelle's ass and I felt...skin. No panties. I was holding Michelle's bare ass.

"Surprise!" Michelle said as she threw back the covers. "I figured as you've seen my bare ass in pictures, you might as well as see it in person. Besides, I'm tired of having to change my panties every time."

"Michelle." I was thrown for a loop. One of our cardinal rules was that we would both stay dressed the whole time. "Michelle, you're naked."

"No, I'm not. I'm wearing an extra-long nightshirt tonight to cover up my privates. Girls wear long nightshirts and no panties all the time."

"But Michelle..."

"You were grabbing my bare ass with both hands. What's so different now?" Michelle grabbed my hand and put it on her ass and then wiggled her ass back and forth. "Do I still have a great ass?"

I chuckled. "You still have a great ass."

"And you can appreciate it better now that you can see it."

She was right.

Michelle had a towel down on the bed, which she had also hidden with the covers. We did a Frigid check. I had to admit it was nice to not have to deal with the panties. After Michelle came, she put the towel between her legs to absorb the wetness. We got into our sleeping position and Michelle made sure my cock was buried between her ass cheeks with just the thin material of my running shorts between my cock and her ass.

"That feels great," said Michelle.

"It feels pretty good for me too. Are you going to sleep without panties from now on?"

"Only on Frigid check nights. Christopher," Michelle said my name with a 'you-naughty-boy' tone, "what kind of girl do you think I am?"

* * * *

Saturday night - the next Frigid check night, Mom and Dad had gone to a party and wouldn't be home until late. When I got home, Michelle was waiting for me to come in the door. She was wearing a nightshirt already. She smiled and led me up the stairs.

In my bedroom, the covers on my bed were already pulled back and a towel was laid down. I headed toward the drawer where I kept my running shorts. Michelle said, "What would you think of coming to bed naked tonight? I won't look."

I thought about saying no, that me being naked was a step we shouldn't take. But we had moved things forward so many other times, why fuss about this?

"Sure."

Michelle turned off the light, got into bed, and faced away from me. I took off all my clothes. My cock was pointing straight out in front of me as I walked toward the bed.

If this was any other girl that I was getting into bed naked with, I'd be getting laid tonight.

Frigid checks were fun. I liked making Michelle happy and I enjoyed touching her body so intimately. But they were getting frustrating for me. I needed sexual relief after I did one. What could Michelle and I do that wouldn't break our rules?

We did a Frigid check. When I pulled Michelle on top of me so that I could reach her pussy, she moved herself so that my cock was between her ass cheeks. She ground her ass on my cock as I worked her clit. She came hard as usual.

When Michelle started snuggling against me in preparation to go to sleep, I said, "Is there some way you can make me come? Return the favor?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Could you give me a hand job?"

"This is going to sound terrible, but I don't want go there. I don't think it's safe for me to touch you like that."

I thought for a second. "How about I touch you while I jack off?"

"Touch me?"

"Do a Great Ass check while I jack off."

Michelle thought for a second. "I think that'd be okay. It isn't too different than what we've done before. How about we do that while you sit in your chair?"

"Sounds good."

"Let me go there first."

Michelle got off the bed. When she did, her nightshirt dropped down and she looked like she always had around bedtime. We were following the rules.

Michelle walked over to my desk, pulled out my chair, and turned it around so that it was facing into the middle of the room. She then faced away from the bed. "Come on over."

I got out of bed and sat down in my chair. My rock-hard cock was standing straight up. I turned around, opened a drawer, and took out my lotion. I squeezed some onto my hand. I then turned around and faced Michelle. She moved so that her ass was close to my left hand.

I began stroking my cock. I slipped my left hand under Michelle's nightshirt and cupped her ass. I said, "You know, you have a great ass."

"So people tell me," Michelle said with a chuckle.

I stroked my cock as I felt Michelle's ass. The nightshirt was slightly uncomfortable as it rode my hand, but not bad. I squeezed her cheeks and then rubbed my hand over her ass. I did that for a while, then it started getting boring. I felt down one of her legs and then up the other. I felt her lower back. I enjoyed feeling her body, but...

I said, "I need more stimulation to make me come."

"Okay."

"Let's try something else. Let me move you back to me."

I released my cock and brought both of my hands to Michelle's waist. I then guided her so that she was sort of sitting on me, with my cock between her ass cheeks. Michelle leaned back against me. I lifted her waist upwards, sliding my cock through her sweet ass cheeks. Then I lowered her, getting another great feel of her ass on my cock.

I raised and lowered Michelle several times before she said, "Can you lower your chair?"

"Sure. Stand up."

She stood up. I pressed the lever to lower my chair several inches. I got some more lotion and lubricated my cock some more.

"Ready," I said.

Michelle resumed her position. Now, her legs were bent so she could raise and lower herself using her legs. We tried getting a rhythm going but Michelle's nightshirt kept getting in the way.

"Let me take this off," said Michelle. She stood up, took off her nightshirt, and threw it on the bed. I could see her entire naked backside. She had a beautiful body.

Michelle backed toward me and I guided her to lie back against me with my cock between her ass cheeks. I kept my hands on Michelle's waist as she pushed up and down with her legs.

As Michelle slid her ass up and down on my cock, she gave it a squeeze with her ass. "Like that?" she asked.

"Loved it."

"I'm liking this."

We established a steady rhythm. Michelle was doing most of the work. I moved my hands slowly up the sides of her chest. The higher up I moved them, the better leverage I had to keep her body close but not touching mine.

I loved the feel of Michelle's ass on my cock. Her ass had been what started our special relationship and I loved that it was how she was going to get me off. I was moaning and panting. I had never done anything like this with a girl before. It was crazy hot. It felt incredible.

I had an inspiration. "Michelle, stop for a second." She stopped. I moved my hands forward until they covered her tits, "I've wondered what these would feel like."

Michelle leaned back into me. "Play with my titties," she cooed. I did, cupping her little tits, rubbing her areolas, and pinching her nipples. I kissed the back of her neck. She wiggled her ass against my cock.

I asked, "Did you like anal sex?"

"I loved it. I had to be in the right mood but when I was, it was incredible. How about you?"

"I've never done it."

"Never? You've missed out."

I continued playing with Michelle's tits as she wiggled her ass on my cock. After a while, Michelle said, "Chris, you're getting me hot again."

"You want me to make you come in this position?"

"No. One come a night is enough. We need to get back to making you come."

"Okay."

I sadly moved my hands away from Michelle's tits and back to the sides of her chest. She started pushing her ass up and down on my cock. We got back into our steady rhythm.

Michelle's ass felt wonderful as it slid up and down my cock, showering it with tiny squeezes. It was like she was fucking me in reverse. The chair was making squeaking noises as she pushed into me and then away from me.

"I'm loving this, Michelle."

"Come for me, Chris. come hard, like I come hard for you."

"I'm getting close. I love it when your ass squeezes me."

Michelle gave my cock an extra big squeeze.

I was close. My body was tingling with pleasure. I was panting, partly from exertion and partly from excitement. I had fucked Gina lots of times, but none of those fucks were as exciting as this. What would fucking Michelle be like? What would fucking Michelle in the ass be like?

That tipped me over. "I'm coming," I announced. A wave of pleasure swept over me. Cum shot out of my cock and spurted onto my chest. Michelle squeezed my cock with her ass as she continued sliding up and down me. More cum shot out. It was like Michelle was milking all of the cum out of me.

When the spurts stopped, I said, "I'm done."

"Okay." Michelle stood up.

"Thanks, Michelle. That was great."

I turned around and grabbed some tissues. I turned back to Michelle. Some cum had spurted onto her back. I wiped her back. "All clean."

Michelle walked over to the bed, pulled on her nightshirt, and got into bed while continuing to face away from me. I cleaned myself up and then joined her.

I said, "You're wonderful, Michelle." I had almost said, I love you.

"Sweet dreams," said Michelle. She sounded distracted.

"Sweet dreams."

* * * *

The next morning was Sunday. I didn't jack off when Michelle left my room as I usually did. Instead, I followed her down a discreet few minutes later.

Michelle seemed distant all day. Had I done something wrong last night? She had seemed to enjoy everything we did. I hadn't done anything without her permission. We had followed our rules. When I suggested that we go out and wash the cars, she declined.

At bedtime, Michelle stayed in the doorway to my room. She said, "I think it's best if I sleep in my bed tonight."

"Why?"

"Because things keep escalating between us. If I keep sleeping with you, we're going to wind up fucking." Michelle closed my door and left.

I had known something was bothering Michelle, and now I knew what it was. Things had been definitely escalating. Some of the escalation was her initiative; some of it was mine. Were we getting that close to fucking? I had thought about it last night. I had wanted to last night. If an opportunity had presented itself to fuck Michelle, I would have seized it.

* * * *

That was how Michelle stopped sleeping with me. It sucked sleeping without her. I missed talking with her in my bed. I missed giving her backstrokes as we talked. I missed the Frigid checks.

I felt like I had felt when Gina broke up with me. In ways, it was worse. When I broke up with Gina, I could talk about it with Michelle, my parents, and my co-workers. I could get some sympathy. I could talk out some of the pain. Now, there was nobody I could talk to. "Hey, has your sister ever stopped sleeping with you because you were getting too close to fucking?" Not something you can ask people.

Three nights later at bedtime, Michelle asked me into her room. She indicated that I should sit on her bed.

Once I was seated, she asked, "Chris, what did you want out of our relationship?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Did you want sex?"

"No." I said it too quickly. "I...I wanted you to be happy."

"And I'm grateful for that. You were my only friend when I broke up with Jared. You got me through a very rough time. I'm doing much better now." Michelle sighed. "I'll be honest - I wanted sex out of our relationship. Not at first of course. At first, I wanted you to tell me that I was okay, a decent person. Then I wanted to you tell me that I was pretty, that I had a great ass, and that I was sexy. Then I wanted sex. My self-esteem soared. I felt great about my body, the best I ever had."

Michelle reached out and took my hand. "I really enjoyed that last time. Too much. That probably doesn't make much sense, so I'm going to talk about Jared for a while."

"Okay."

"I loved him and I still do think a lot about him. Looking back on it, it was like he could never accept that I would stay in love with him. It was like he had to constantly test that I still loved him. For the first year, the tests weren't that often and they mainly involved sex. We didn't fuck for the first six months because I wasn't on birth control and I was terrified of getting pregnant. So during that time, I gave Jared blow jobs. Lots and lots of blow jobs. And the tests were could he cum on my chest; could he cum on my face; would I flash him in public; would I suck him off while he drove around; would I suck him off in a public place. After six months, I had to fuck Jared. I told Mom I was going to fuck him and I'd either fuck him while he used a condom or she could put me on a more reliable method of birth control. She got me an IUD. Once we started fucking, the tests were would I fuck in different positions and different places in his apartment; would I do anal sex; would I fuck him in a public place. I agreed to all those things. I loved doing all those things. Sex with Jared made me feel wonderful. With me so far?"

"Yes."

"There were sex acts that Jared asked me to do that I said no to. I'd never have sex with people around. I'd never have a threesome. I refused to let him tie me up. The one time he slapped my ass hard, I told him that hurt and to never do it again. He called me his slut a couple of times and I told him that I didn't like it. So after about a year, we had established all the boundaries when it came to sex."

"Okay."

"Then the tests changed. Rather than being about sex, they were about demeaning and controlling me. There had been some before, but it became those full-time once the boundaries for sex were set. At first, the demeaning tests were snide little comments like Dad makes. He'd comment on me having no tits. Or me not being very bright. Or me being clumsy. When I got upset, he'd say he was making a joke. After a while, I let them go. The control tests were I couldn't see this person. I had to defriend that person from Facebook. I couldn't text this person. At first, it was guys and Jared was protecting me. Again, I stopped pushing back after a while. The tests got more often and more often. When the tests had been all about sex, they had built me up - that I was one hot babe who knew lots of ways of making her man happy. These new tests were tearing me down, making me doubt myself; destroying my self-esteem. And as my self-esteem ebbed away, I put up less and less resistance to Jared's tests."

I nodded my head. This fit everything she had told me.

Michelle continued, "The thing about Jared is that if he had just stopped testing my love, I'd be happily living with him now. Our plan was for me to move in with him once I finished my last final. He was the one who suggested I get a job while going to school to help us get a nicer apartment when I moved in. I loved him. I enjoyed being with him. I was looking forward to living with him, hopefully forever."

"But then he slapped you..."

"That was the test where I finally said enough. And I was lucky. If he had slapped me two months later, I would have been living with him. It would have been a lot harder then to break up with him. All my stuff would have been in the apartment. My name would have been on everything associated with the apartment. I would have faced coming home to Mom and Dad saying 'Told you so. Told you so.'"

Which Mom and Dad definitely would have done.

Michelle reached out and took my hand. "I'm sure you're wondering what that has to do with us. Do you know what I was wishing would happen after you played with my tits?

"No."

"I kept wishing you'd pick me up, throw me down on the bed and fuck me hard. You'd take me. You'd force me to be your woman." Michelle looked down at my hand. She played with my fingers a bit. "And I would have enjoyed it." She sighed. "When I realized how close I came to being dominated again, I got scared. It scared me so much that I haven't been able to discuss it until now."

Michelle dropped her eyes and played with my fingers.

After a while, I said, "So what happens next?"

"We go back to the way we were before I started sleeping in your room. You've done wonders for me. I feel so much better about myself. I'm happy with my body now. I feel ready to face the world without you boosting me every night."

"Okay."

Michelle squeezed my hand and said, "Thanks. Thanks for everything." Then she let my hand go.

I started to get off her bed and then I sat back down. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you not want to give me a hand job the other night?"

Michelle sighed. "Because I thought I couldn't stop with just a hand job; that if I touched your cock with my hand, it was going into my mouth. Or going into my mouth and then into me."

I nodded my head and said, "Okay."

I hadn't realized at the time that Michelle had been so ready to fuck me. And I had been ready to fuck her. It would have taken only the littlest thing for us to start fucking.

Now that the fucking had been discussed, I realized how badly I wanted to fuck my sister. And it would never happen.

I went to my bedroom and cried.

* * * *

Friday morning, Michelle got a call on her cell phone. Since we had stopped sleeping together, things were awkward between us. We frequently retreated to our rooms to be away from the other one, so I didn't think it odd when she went upstairs for the call.

About fifteen minutes later, Michelle came down the stairs. "That call was from a friend of Jared's. Jared is in the hospital"

"He is? Why?"

"When he was leaving work Tuesday night, someone attacked him with what the police say was an aluminum baseball bat." Ouch! "Broke his right leg, his left arm, and multiple ribs. Lots and lots of bruises."

"Oh my god! Who did it?"

"Jared thinks it was Terry's ex. He kept coming around, telling Terry that she should get back together with him. Jared told him several times to leave Terry alone. When he didn't take the hint, Jared beat him up. Two days later, someone attacked Jared."

Terry had probably gone from one abusive boyfriend to the next.

"What do the police say?"

"Jared's wallet was taken, so it could have been a robbery. When they questioned Terry's ex about the attack, he said he was innocent and pressed charges against Jared for beating him up. As Jared had told the police that he had beat the guy up, he'd be convicted. Jared's going to be released from the hospital today and then turn himself in. He'll have to stay in jail because he doesn't have the money to post bail."

"Why doesn't one of Jared's friends bail him out?"

"They're all broke."

"Wow. That really sucks. As much as I dislike Jared, I'm sorry to hear that."

Not too terribly sorry. Actually, I was happy that someone had beat him up. But when I had wanted him beaten up, I hadn't wanted him beaten up this badly. And going to jail - I wouldn't wish that on even Jared.

Michelle said, "I'm going to go see Jared."

"No," I said firmly. "You're not. Jared has stopped harassing you. If you go see him, he'll take that as a sign that you're open to resuming the relationship. He'll be calling and texting and tweeting at you, all over again."

"But...He's hurt. He needs someone right now."

"Why not Terry?"

"She's taken off."

Probably afraid that her ex will visit her with a baseball bat.

I had an idea. Something to get Michelle finally free from Jared. "I'll go see him. I'll bail him out of jail in return for him promising to never contact you again." The money I had saved up for college would be more than enough to bail him out of jail. But I needed more than a promise from Jared.

I had an inspiration. "Michelle, write down what Jared did to you. Say two paragraphs about the abuse before he slapped you, a paragraph about him slapping you, and then two paragraphs about how he has harassed you since the breakup."
"What will you do with that?"

"I'll have Jared read it while I record him and then have him admit that he did all of those things. Then if he ever bothers you again, we'll have his confession to give to the police for domestic assault."

"I'm not so sure, Chris."

"Trust me, Michelle. You don't want Jared to go to jail, do you?"

"No."

"So do what I ask and I'll bail him out."

Michelle went upstairs to write the note. I called my bank and found out what I had to do to withdraw a lot of cash at once. I called my manager and told her I might be late to work. Michelle came down and gave me the five-paragraph description. I got the room number from her and left for the hospital.

* * * *

When I got home that night, I went through the formalities with Mom and Dad as quickly as I could and then went upstairs. Michelle was waiting in my room.

"How did it go?" she asked.

"It went well. I recorded him reading your statement and admitting that he had done all of those things. In return, I promised him that I would have you watch this video."

I took out my phone and started Jared's apology. I then handed it to Michelle. I watched over her shoulder as she watched it.

Jared in the video said, "Michelle, this is the last time I'm going to communicate with you. I want to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you. I shouldn't have called you stupid and clumsy. I shouldn't have harassed you after we broke up. Every nasty thing I have ever said about you is bullshit."

Michelle teared up.

Jared continued in the video, "You were a great girlfriend. I loved you. You made me incredibly happy." Tears flowed down Michelle's face. "I didn't appreciate you and I wound up throwing it all away. I was an idiot. Then I was angry at myself for being an idiot and took it out on you. I'm sorry once again. I hope you'll think fondly of me. I'll certainly think fondly of you. The end."

Michelle cried for a little while and then threw herself around my neck. "Thanks, Chris. Thanks for this. I finally feel like there's been closure." Michelle let me go.

I said, "I promised Jared that after you watched the video, you'd send him an email saying you watched it to where he said 'the end'. That way he'd know you had watched the whole video."

"I'll go email him now."

Several minutes later, Michelle came back. "I said to Jared, 'I watched the video until you said the end. If you want me to think fondly of you, learn from us.'" Michelle gave me a big hug. "Thanks again, Chris."

Then she left.

* * * *

I was both happy and relieved. It hadn't been easy to get Jared to make that video. As I was driving to the hospital that morning, I realized my plan had two flaws. The first flaw was that Jared would be able to say that his video confession was made under duress and what he said in it wasn't true. And it was good defense as I'd confess to most anything if it kept me out of jail.

The second flaw was that Michelle wouldn't press charges if Jared harassed her again. She hadn't pressed charges in the days after Jared slapped her when he was at his most harassing. Why would she press charges now? And Jared would know that she was unlikely to press charges. He'd look on making the video confession as a joke.

So my plan was almost certainly going to fail. As I got close to the hospital, I remembered something. For my world history class at college, I read a biography of Peter the Great, the ruler of Russia from 1682 to 1721. At one point, Peter thought his royal guards were plotting against him and he had them tortured. None of them would talk. Peter was unexpectedly kind to one of them and that guard talked. What if I was unexpectedly kind to Jared? Make it clear that I thought he was an asshole but do what I could for him on what would be a very bad day?

When I walked into Jared's room, the first thing I noticed was that he was covered with bruises. Terry's ex had worked him over. Jared's lower left arm and lower right leg were in casts.

"Hey, Jared."

"Hey, Chris. Look at what Terry's ex did to me. The coward whacked me over the head before I knew he was there and then did this to me while I was unconscious. I'm going to kill the motherfucker."

"If you're looking for sympathy, you're talking to the wrong guy. I dreamed about doing something similar to you. What I'm here for is to make a deal - I'll bail you out of jail if you agree to never see or communicate with Michelle again."

I didn't exactly put Jared in a happy mood, but eventually I got him to talk about what he'd be willing to do for me to bail him out. We started bargaining. Jared complained that he had never really gotten a chance to talk with Michelle.

I said, "She didn't want to talk with you. There was nothing to discuss. Can't you understand that? If she had thought there was something to discuss with you, there were plenty of opportunities for her to discuss them with you. Give it up."

We bargained some more. As we were closing in on the deal, a nurse came in with the discharge papers. We finally struck a deal. I would loan him the money to bail him out of jail with his car as collateral; I'd keep the keys as he couldn't drive. He'd make two videos, one reading Michelle's note and one a final appeal to Michelle. Michelle would send him an email saying she had watched his appeal. We made the videos as the final preparations for his discharge were made.

I said, "I'll drive you to the police station to turn yourself in."

"You don't have to do that. I'll call one of my friends."

"I'm here. I've got the time. Do you want to spend any more time in this room than you have to?"

Jared hemmed and hawed then finally agreed to let me drive him to the police station.

A nurse brought Jared out of the hospital in a wheelchair. We had trouble getting Jared into my car as he struggled to cross the short distance to my car with a leg in a cast.

I said to Jared as we drove off, "You're going to have to get a crutch to get around."

"I don't have any money."

"We'll stop someplace, and I'll rent you a crutch for a month. You can pay me back after I bail you out."

"If you don't mind. I'd appreciate it."

"No big deal."

I looked up a store that rented crutches and drove over there. I got the crutch and threw it in the back seat. It was almost eleven.

"They aren't going to feed you at the police station. Let's get an early lunch."

"I still don't have money."

"You can still pay me back after I bail you out."

We stopped at a fast food place and got burgers. As we ate, I told Jared about breaking up with Gina.

"She just slammed the door in your face?" said Jared in amusement. "Did you see it coming?"

"Didn't see it coming."

We swapped stories about Gina and Terry after that. I got the impression that Jared was less than thrilled with Terry.

In the car, I asked, "How did Terry's ex know where you'd be?"

"He and Terry used to be regulars at the bar I work at. That's how I knew Terry. Her ex was bad news. He'd beat her up. She came to the bar one night and asked me to protect her, making it clear I'd get full benefits if I did so. So she moved in with me."

"Her ex does sound like bad news. A mean and sneaky bastard."

"Wait until I catch up with him. I'll kill him."

"Do you know where he lives or works?"

"Terry does."

"Terry's gone."

"I know. She'll be back when things cool down. Then I'll get my revenge."

Jared turned himself in at the police station. At the desk, Jared turned to me and said, "Thanks for lunch. I'll see you later."

"I don't want to drive all the way home and then drive all the way back here to bail you out. I'll stick around instead."

Jared shrugged. "Whatever."

I walked with Jared through a door to the first stop in the booking process. A cop said to me, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I'll be bailing him out once bail is set. And I'll take the crutch when it's time for him to go into the jail cell."

The cop didn't respond. He talked with a few other cops. None of them said anything to Jared or me, but they kept an eye on us. Eventually, I got the impression as long as Jared and I were quiet and cooperative, the cops didn't give a shit what we did.

The booking process consisted of multiple steps, each of which involved sitting in a room until it was Jared's turn to do something. Jared and I swapped stories about funny things that happened at our work. Jared said at one point, "Terry had a nice body, but she couldn't cook or clean worth a shit. If I had been her ex, I would have been glad to see her go."

I raised my eyebrows at that.

Jared said, "She's not like Michelle. Michelle was worth trying to win back. Michelle was a great girlfriend."

"Michelle - the plain-looking girl with no tits and a bony ass?"

Jared sighed and shook his head. "I liked her body well enough. She was great in bed. And she was so sweet. She made me feel special."

Eventually, Jared was charged and bail was set. I went to my bank and got the bail money.

Once I bailed Jared out, I drove him to his apartment. When we got there, he said, "Thanks for bailing me out. I'll borrow some money at the bar when I work tonight and I'll mail you what I owe you for the crutch and lunch." He sighed. "If you hadn't bailed me out, the bar would have gotten another bouncer instead of me. If I had stayed in jail, I wouldn't have earned the money to pay the rent or to make the payment on my car."

"I don't see the value of locking up someone like you. Being locked up before the trial would have been a severe punishment all by itself."

"You've got that right." He said, "Thanks again," as he offered me his hand.

"I'll go in with you."

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

Jared seemed pained. "Chris, I slapped your sister. I was abusive to her before that and I harassed her afterward. You've got no reason to be this nice to me. You bailed me out as you promised. You don't need to do anything more."

"I know all that. I'm still pissed at you for doing that and I still think you're an asshole. However, today is your first day knowing that you'll never communicate with Michelle again. I want it to be a good one."

I could tell Jared couldn't make sense of my attitude. He eventually shrugged and said, "Whatever. I'd appreciate the company."

Inside Jared's apartment, it looked like a tornado had hit it. Terry had thrown stuff everywhere as she had grabbed her stuff to clear out.

I said, "Looks like we've got some cleaning to do."

"Chris, you don't have to clean."

"I'm hanging out with you for the afternoon. What time do you have to be at work?"

"Five."

"I'll stay here with you until it's time for me to drive you to work."

"You don't have to drive me to work."

"You can't drive. How are you going to get to work? A taxi? You've got no money."

"I'll have a friend drive me."

"I'll be the friend."

"You think I'm an asshole."

"Asshole customers come into my store all the time. I'm used to being friendly with assholes."

Jared snorted and gave up.

We cleaned up the apartment. I moved the furniture so that Jared had a clear path around his place. I picked stuff off the floor and put it on a table. Jared put it away from there.

As we worked, Jared told me stories about Michelle. These stories were told in a much different tone than he had used when he told the stories about Terry. Those had been in a can-you-believe-this tone. These stories were told in a wistful tone. At one point, I shared Michelle's theory that he could never accept that she loved him and that he had to constantly test her love.

Jared shook his head and said, "No, it wasn't that way at all. I always did what I thought was best for her, for us. I wanted her to be a better person, a better girlfriend. That's why I did what I did. Even after we broke up, I still did what I thought was best for her. I think she'd be better off back with me."

"Terry's ex probably thought the same thing about Terry. That was probably his justification for blindsiding you with a baseball bat."

Jared started to reply, then shut his mouth.

I cooked some spaghetti for an early dinner. As I cooked, I said to Jared, "About Terry's ex. Stay away from him."

"I'm going to kill him."

"He sounds a lot sneakier and meaner than you are. Take that as a compliment. I wouldn't want to spend any time with a guy who'd blindside someone with a baseball bat."

"I'm going to get even."

I stirred the noodles for a bit. "You've made it clear that you want to get even. He'll pop up someplace of his choosing to confront you. If you make the slightest move toward him, he'll pull out a gun and kill you. Self-defense."

"When Terry comes back, I'll find out how to surprise him."

"And if you do, you'll go to jail for a very long time. Is Terry worth that?"

"Terry ain't worth shit."

"So let it go. Terry picked you over him. He is going to know that forever. That's the best revenge."

Jared was quiet after that.

We had dinner and then Jared changed for work. When he came back into the kitchen, he said. "Delete that video to Michelle you made for me. I want to make another one."

Jared's first video to Michelle had been filled with bullshit and bravado. It had been an attempt to persuade her to come back to him. This new video was an apology. After the recording was done, I felt Jared was much more likely to honor the deal. In the hospital, I hadn't had any faith that he would honor the deal.

I drove Jared to work. In the parking lot, he said, "I've been thinking about my case. There's a defense attorney who's a regular. Tonight hopefully I'll talk to him about defending me. What I'm going to propose is that we tell the judge that the fight was two domestic abusers battling over a woman. I don't want to be a domestic abuser any more. That I'll go through a domestic abuse program if they drop the charges against me. What do you think?"

"If I was a judge, I'd jump at that deal. Putting you in jail accomplishes nothing. You going through a domestic abuse program gets something done."

Jared nodded his head and then offered his hand. I took it and we shook.

I said, "Jared, the easiest thing for me would be to write you off as an asshole. But I know Michelle loved you for a reason." I could see tears spring to Jared's eyes. "You made her happy for a long time. You made too many mistakes and your relationship went off the rails." The tears were rolling down his cheeks. "I think most of your mistakes were out of ignorance. Go through the program. Don't make as many mistakes in the next relationship. Don't be an asshole the next time."

Jared was sobbing. He forced out, "Do you think Michelle will ever forgive me?"

I wanted to say something positive, but I didn't want Jared to think that everything was hunky-dory, that Michelle wouldn't be suffering for years from the pains he inflicted on her.

I said, "I think Michelle has made peace with what you did to her. She's trying to move on, but it's hard at times. I don't know if that is forgiveness."

Jared nodded his head. "Thanks. Thanks for everything."

I got out of the car, took the crutch out of the backseat, and went around to where Jared was waiting. He had wiped the tears from his face and was composing himself. Then he hobbled off, the tough guy's tough guy.

* * * *

The Monday morning after I had spent the day with Jared, Michelle waved me over to the couch to talk once our parents left.

Michelle said, "Chris, thanks again for dealing with Jared. I'm still amazed that he'd make that video."

I shrugged. "Maybe being attacked like that knocked some sense into him. He seemed reasonable that day."

Michelle sighed. "When I watched that video, it reminded me of how loving Jared could be. It made me want to go to Jared and say 'Let's go back to the good times.' And I think Jared would agree. And we would go back to the good times."

I couldn't believe that Michelle would openly talk about getting back with Jared after all this time. I thought Jared had begun to see he was indeed an abuser, but it was way too early for that to have fully sunk in. But it could have been an act. Or he could intend to do the right thing but regress once Michelle came back.

I said, "Eventually, the tests would start again."

"I know. But part of me thinks I'd be smarter this time, that I'd know to push back when he tested me."

My jaw dropped.

Michelle smiled and said, "Scary, huh? The heart can be a stupid thing at times. If I didn't have you making me feel good about myself, I might risk it. That's why you're so important to me. That's why bedtime has been so important to me. Thanks again."

Michelle stood up. I stood up. She came to me and we hugged. She said, "You're the best," and kissed me on the cheek.

* * * *

That night at bedtime, Michelle came into my room and said, "I'd like to try sleeping with you again. No backstrokes. You sleep on one edge and I'll sleep on the other. Would that be okay?"

"That'd be okay. I've missed sleeping with you."

I had. I hadn't slept as well since we stopped sleeping together. I had always felt her missing presence as I had lay down to go to sleep.

We got into bed. I made my triangle on the edge of the bed while Michelle lay down on the other edge and faced away from me. When I got sleepy, I knocked down my triangle and laid down on the edge, facing Michelle.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, Michelle had moved so that my hand was touching her back. That was nice, but I wanted more. I moved toward her enough so that her pillowed head rested in the crook of my arm.

When I woke in the morning, Michelle's head was on my forearm and she was lightly touching my front with her backside. It felt so wonderful to have her so close to me again.

Suddenly, tears welled on my face. I loved Michelle. I thought she was the best person in the world. She was a lot of fun. She was so sweet and caring. I had been willing to risk a big chunk of my money for college to get her finally free from Jared.

But there was no future to our relationship. We had been very lucky to never have been caught sleeping together by our parents. But at some point, we would be too obvious in front of them or too loud in my room at night. I wasn't sure what would happen if we were caught, but I guessed that I'd be kicked out of the family and my parents would forbid Michelle from ever seeing me again. And she'd have to do it as she was financially dependent on them. When Michelle woke up this morning, she'd realize that sleeping together was too dangerous; that it'd steadily escalate until we were fucking.

I'd never tell her that I'd love her. And I so wanted to make love to her. I wanted her so. But I could never have her as she was my sister. Our being together would never work.

Then I thought of an idea of how we could be together. I worked through the details in my imagination. Then I shook my head. It was a pleasant fantasy, but Michelle would never agree to it.

I felt Michelle stir. She sat up and stretched. She then looked at me and said, "It was good sleeping with you again. But I hadn't intended to sleep so close together."

I shrugged.

Michelle seemed to reach some decision. She said, "Let's talk more after Mom and Dad leave for work."

After breakfast, I tried to not show my eagerness for Mom and Dad to leave. I hung around the kitchen even though I couldn't think of much to do there.

Once Mom closed the door, Michelle went into the living room. I followed her. She stood just inside the living room with her hands behind her. When I walked close to her, she guided me to stand behind her. She took my hands in hers and held them above her waist.

Michelle took a big breath and said, "At the end with Jared, I hated making choices. I knew that whatever I chose, Jared would tell me it was a terrible choice and call me stupid. Please don't do anything like that to me."
"I won't."

"You may not agree with my choice."

Was she going to go back to Jared? "And that'd be okay. I understand that you're doing what seems best to you. I'll support you the best I can."

Michelle sighed. "This is really hard for me."

"It's okay. Take your time." I squeezed her.

Whatever she had to tell me, it was big. Like I'm going back to Jared big.

Michelle said, "I've decided to face down my fears. To do what I think is right even though it scares me."

Should I try to talk her out of going back to Jared? What could I tell her that she doesn't already know? I think going back to Jared would be a huge mistake, but it's her life. I can't stop her from making mistakes.

Michelle turned in my arms to face me. "Christopher," she said each syllable of my name in a loving tone. "I love you." I suddenly felt warm all over. "I want to be with you as much as I can." The warm feeling grew stronger. "I want to be your woman. I want to make love to you, over and over again."

"Michelle..." I hadn't been expecting this.

"I know what I'm saying is wrong. I've been fighting this feeling. Is that..."

I kissed her quickly on the lips. "I love you, Michelle. I was thinking this morning as you lay in my arms about how much I love you. I too want to be with you as much as possible. And I too want to make love to you over and over."

Michelle rose and kissed me quickly on the lips. I bent my head down to kiss her more strongly. She was waiting for my lips. We kissed, exploring the other's lips with our own. I slipped my tongue into Michelle's mouth while cupping her ass with both hands.

Michelle pulled back and asked with a big smile, "Do I still have a great ass?"

"Of course. I like it even better in this position."

Michelle laughed and then ran her tongue along my lips as I continued squeezing and fondling her ass.

Michelle pulled back once again. "And speaking of making love..."

"Let's get to it."

Michelle dashed into the kitchen and came out with a towel. She then grabbed my hand and guided me to the couch. "I don't want to take the time to go all the way up the stairs."

Michelle stripped off her clothes while I stripped off mine. Michelle lay down on the couch and spread her legs. "I want you to eat me. Make me come. And then I want you to fuck me."

I dived between her legs. "Happy to oblige." I parted Michelle's pussy lips with my tongue. I took my first lick. She was a little wet. I knew she could get a lot wetter. I licked up and down her slit while Michelle cooed.

"That feels so good, Chris." Michelle lifted her hips to meet my tongue. "Have I mentioned that I love sex? I'm going to want to do this every time Mom and Dad leave."

I chuckled as I continued slowly working my tongue up and down Michelle's slit. I pulled back and said, "You say that like it's going to be a problem."

Michelle laughed. "I hope it won't be," she said.

It wasn't going to be for me. I loved Michelle. I loved making her happy. I loved her body. Now, I was thoroughly enjoying exploring her pussy with my tongue.

I shifted my focus up to the area around Michelle's clit. As I did, I cupped her ass in my hands. She had a great ass. It felt great in my hands. Michelle was so light that it was easy to hold her up. Every little bit of pleasure I gave her with my tongue I seemed to be able to feel through her ass.

"This is so great," moaned Michelle. "I love how your tongue feels. I can't believe I've been missing out on this."

"I'll make it even better."

I brought my index finger up to her hole, circled it a few times, and then slipped it in.

"Sweet Jesus," Michelle moaned. "That feels so great. Fuck me with your finger."

I worked my finger in and out of Michelle slowly at first as I continued working the area around her clit with my tongue. Michelle was very wet by now and her juices steadily covered my hand as I continued to fuck her with my finger.

Michelle had her knees up high and her legs spread wide to give me maximum room. She lay still except for panting heavily as I worked over her pussy. I slipped in a second finger while shifting my focus to her clit.

"Oh yes, Chris. God, you're so good."

My tongue danced at the spot where she seemed to enjoy my finger the best when I had fingered her. Michelle's moans got louder and louder. She was lolling her head from side to side as I quickly rammed my fingers in and out of her.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! I'm-"

Michelle twisted to the side while clamping my head with her legs. I had made her come. She was ready to fuck now. I was going to fuck my sister. I had wanted to do this for so long. I was ready to take her, to fill her, to celebrate the wonderful act of fucking.

Once Michelle relaxed, she sat up on the couch and re-positioned the towel. "Sit here," she told me. I sat in the middle of the couch and leaned back against it. Michelle straddled me and grabbed my cock. "I love you, Christopher. You make me so happy. I so want you to make love to me." She guided my cock to her hole, slipped it in, and then slowly sat down on me. She was so tight that it felt incredible to slide inch after inch into her. Finally, my cock was completely buried inside of her.

"Perfect," said Michelle. "That feels perfect. Now suck my tits."

I leaned forward and popped her nipple into my mouth. Michelle grabbed the back of my head with her hands and held it while I suckled.

Michelle said, "I never thought I'd tell a guy to suck my tits. Do you like my tits?"

I pulled off and said, "I love your tits."

Michelle laughed and guided my mouth to her other tit. She then started grinding her crotch in little circles into mine.

"I never thought I'd hear a guy say that. And I believe you. I know that you love me. Just like I love you."

Michelle pulled her chest away from me so she could kiss me. Her tongue found mine and we dueled as she continued to grind her crotch into mine. She felt so tight on my cock. Wonderfully tight. I didn't know if it was because she was so much thinner than Gina or because she hadn't fucked in a while, but she was noticeably tighter than Gina had been.

Finally, Michelle leaned back. "Fuck me!"

I already had Michelle's ass in my hands, so I lifted it lightly and then let it fall. I lifted higher and then let it fall again. I was fucking Michelle. I was fucking my sister. It felt so right. And it was right - we loved each other. We'd be fucking like this regularly from now on.

I looked up at Michelle. She smiled back at me. "Ever fuck on a couch like this?" she asked.

"Never. Always in a bed."

"I like fucking in different places - bedroom, living room, kitchen. I've never fucked on stairs." Michelle smiled big. "We'll have to try that soon."

I smiled at Michelle and then resumed panting. We worked as a team to establish a steady fucking rhythm. She was so light that it was easy to bounce her up and down on my cock. I did most of the work when she was sliding up my cock and she did most of the work as she slid down. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure through me. It was great having sex with someone I loved, someone I enjoyed pleasuring. It made fucking much more enjoyable.

Michelle and I had always messed around in my bedroom with the lights off. The mini-blinds in the living room kept anyone from seeing in while allowing the light to flood in. Now, I could see Michelle perfectly. I could see her pretty face as it contorted with lust. Her cute little tits. The way her hair bounced as we fucked.

Michelle moaned, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Every time I dropped Michelle down on me as I thrust up into her, she moaned "Oh". Neither of us spoke now. I was panting heavily now, some from exertion but mostly from pleasure and excitement. This was the best fuck of my life.

I could feel Michelle's juices dripping down on me, coating my crotch area. I could smell her arousal. I kept my eyes on her tits as they slightly bounced up and down in front of me.

Michelle extended her arms and gripped the top of the couch. I guessed that gave her a little more leverage to help lift her. We were fucking furiously now. There was a squishy noise each time our bodies slammed together.

Michelle closed her eyes and bit her lip as she bounced on my cock. She had told me that she loved fucking and her face was full of joy as I fucked her. She looked so beautiful. She was one sexy woman.

I could feel myself getting close. I changed my grip so I was holding Michelle by her waist. That way, I could slam her down hard as I slammed upwards. I was panting and gasping as we continued the wild ride.

I would always remember this fuck. I would never look on this couch again without thinking of this fuck. Sex and love had transformed an ordinary room into a place full of magic.

Finally, I felt it - the tingling in my balls. I said, "I'm-" but couldn't get out anymore. Michelle pulled back her arms and raised them behind her head, giving me a glorious view of her sexy body as I came.

I came hard, filling Michelle with my cum. Shot after loving shot. It had been a great ride and now my body was showing how much it had enjoyed it. God, I had enjoyed it.

We slowed the fucking motion until Michelle collapsed forward. I wrapped her in my arms and held her close to me.

"I love you, Michelle."

"I love you too, Christopher." She again filled every syllable of my name with love. "And I'm so looking forward to doing this again and again. But we only have two months until you move away."

"I have an idea." The idea I had thought of this morning. "What if we were to make up a super bad run-in with Jared? Something really scary."

"Okay."

"Then you'd tell Mom and Dad all about it. You'd also tell them about Jared slapping you and harassing you online. Dad saw him several times when he picked you up at work."

"And then..."

"And then you'd tell Mom and Dad you don't feel safe living in the same city as Jared anymore; that you want to move away. I'd suggest you move to where I'm going to be going to school."

A big smile came to Michelle's face. "We could get an apartment together."

"You could attend community college there."

"Where I work has locations there. I could get a transfer."

"I'd hopefully get a transfer too. So we could move there right away."

Michelle's smile got even bigger. "I love it." She kissed me. "You're the best. I love you so much."

I pulled her in close for another hug. "I love you, too."

We held the hug for a while. My cock was still buried inside of Michelle. She wiggled a little on my lap. My cock stiffened.

Michelle asked, "Ready to fuck me in the ass?"

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