Your sister's boyfriend breaks up with her, and she's been sad-texting you, so you go over to her house to check up on her. You find her surrounded by empty pints of ice cream, laying on the couch. A deep sigh, and you ask her when's the last time she ate something real. Dreary and embarassed, she whispers, "a few days", and you nod knowingly and get to work cooking and cleaning. You tell her while you do, she oughta take a shower, joking you could smell her from your house. She throws an empty ice cream at you, but smiles, and heads over to the bathroom.
A half hour later (she always did take long showers), she walks out in a towel to a pristine living room, and a hot meal. You're lighting a candle on the dining room table, and you look up with a grin at her gawking face. She says, "You didn't have to do this much! I'd have settled for hamburger helper on the couch..." and you shake your head, replying, "No, no. After what that bastard put you through, you deserve to be treated well!" She chuckles, and kisses you on the cheek. "I'll go get dressed, real quick..." she says, and you say "You're fine like this, though!", to which she gives you a confused look, and you realize what you said. "I-I just mean, it'll get cold, and I don't care what you're wearing. I mean, I've seen you in far weirder outfits, you know?" She pauses, an inscrutable play across her face as she thinks. But she breathes out her nose, half chuckle, half sigh, and says "Fuck it," and the two of you sit down to eat.
After dinner, you crack open a bottle of wine and chill on her couch, as she puts on a show she keeps recommending to you. You tell her you haven't gotten around to it, but in truth, you just wanted to watch it with her. She shivers a bit, probably because shes only wearing a towel, and you move closer, putting your arm around her shoulder. You feel her shake when you do, and ask, "Is something wrong?" She sighs, pauses the show, and turns to you. "I...know what you're trying to do, and we can't. It's not like when we were kids, experimenting, this would be...wrong." You look into her eyes, and you can see them dart about. She isn't just saying this to you, she's saying it to herself. You need to choose wisely what you say next, or it could ruin everything. You pause, think, and finally say it, "Would it be so bad? You know I can love you better than any of them. You keep trying, but it never works out! I...I could work out, you know?"
She stands up and starts pacing, her fingernails in her mouth. "I...know, and you know I love you too, but...what would people think? We'd have to keep it a secret!" You reply instantly, "From who? Our family? They're miles away, and they don't approve of either of us being queer, anyways." She stops biting her nails and shakes her head, "B-but...Legally, I--" you stand up and grab both her hands, interrupting, "Since when do we give a shit about laws?" Her eyes stare at your hands holding hers, and she blushes, before turning her eyes to your face. You pause, but loose one hand to pull her chin up to face you. "Look. Just one night, nobody needs to know but us, okay? And if we still have doubts after that, we end it." She stares into your eyes, drinking them in, and silently nods. It's then that you lean in and kiss.
The subtle tones of cabernet play across both your tongues, but you are sharing a drink now ten times as potent. You pull her back onto the couch, and her towel slips off. A breathing moment and you catch a glimpse of her body lit by the screen, and whisper, "you're so beautiful", before you get right back to making out. You said if there were doubts in the morning, but the last doubts erase as she unbuckles your pants. Finally, you can rest easy, knowing your sister finally has a lover she can depend on: you.
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