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by Jim Flavortang (flavortang@gmail.com)


My name is Kevin Randle. Moving back home after several years was tough. I had set up a decent office job after I'd gotten out of college and had what I thought was a pretty happy life. I had money in the bank, a nice car, a decent condo and a girlfriend I thought I was madly in love with. It's funny how things change.

I just recently broke up with my girlfriend, Sarah. She'd be cheating on me with her personal trainer and had been doing so for almost six months. We'd only been together for a year and she was cheating on me for half of that time.

I was suspicious of her activities for most of those six months. Unbeknownst to me, all my suspicions had been right. The late night cell phone calls for Sarah, the girls' night outs that she supposedly had with her friends, the change in attitude and behavior. It didn't take a genius to figure out something was going on. I happened to go by her parents' house one day when they were away when I couldn't get a hold of Sarah on her phone. She had told me she was going to the gym but I saw her car outside her parents' house along with a car I had recognized as her trainer's. I knew what was going on inside and didn't bother to push the matter any further.

I went back to our place and packed up as much of my belongings I could fit in my Suburban and decided to call my parents to see if I could come home for awhile to figure out what I was going to do over the next few months to get back on my feet. They were ecstatic. They were out of the country on an extended vacation and had left my younger sister, Katie, at home where she'd been for the last two months.

They actually gave a nineteen year old girl access to a joint checking account with them and gave her a monthly allowance to live off of. My parents were well off financially so that really wasn't a big surprise, nor was it a surprise they trusted Katie so much. I knew her all my life and she was as trustworthy as a person could get. You could leave a truck full of money parked outside the house and if Katie were to find it, she'd call the police instead of pocketing the loot.

My parents thought it would be great that I could come home to give Katie some company as well as keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe. I agreed to accommodate them as they wholeheartedly agreed to let me come back home and stay as long as I wanted. In the middle of packing my stuff away, Sarah happened to come back home, sans her walking penis, AKA her trainer. I guess he was all fucked out and decided to go home.

Sarah was, obviously, stunned by what she found. She ran up to me as I was tossing in a suitcase, my car already almost full, and hysterically asked for an explanation. Surprisingly, I was completely calm. I simply told her that I knew what was happening and that it was alright. I knew she didn't need it by now, since her affair had been going on for many months, but I gave her my blessing.

By now she was in tears and begged me not to leave, but I could practically smell the sex on her, even if she'd probably showered thoroughly after her recent session, which couldn't have been longer than a few hours ago. I couldn't let that pass and had to stay adamant and strong. I kept packing the car, looking for the last bits of things I had yet to pack.

As I went back into the house, Sarah tailed me closely, still crying and desperately trying to keep me from leaving. Still calm as the wind, I just put my hand on her cheek and told her that we'd be alright and that I hope she'd be happy from then on. My heart sank when I said those words but I knew they had to be said. By now, I'm sure she was thinking back to every time she had been fucked by her trainer, every time she'd knowingly deceived me and kept her secrets, and how all those secrets were now coming to the surface and that she couldn't hide from them.

Sarah hadn't a clue where my parents' house was, which was about 150 miles from our condo. I had already changed my cell phone number and given it only to my closest friends I'd made in town in the two years I'd lived there. I knew that once I left, she wouldn't be able to contact me. She still begged and pleaded but I knew the ultimate truth: I'd found a pregnancy test that she'd cleverly buried deep in the trash. It was positive.

I knew that I wasn't the result of that positive because we'd only had sex maybe twice in the last few months and I'd worn a condom both times and she'd had her period after the last time we had sex, so she had to have had sex with her trainer after her last period and didn't bother to make the guy wear protection. Either that or she fucked someone else I don't know about without protection. It wasn't my problem, though, thankfully and was completely guilt-free.

I told her that I knew she was pregnant and that made her freeze up immediately. Her eyes became sharp and focused, her breathing stopped, her trembling and crying halted. She just stared at me, knowing she wouldn't be able to talk her way out of it. I placed my hand on her face again and wished her luck with the father and hoped that the baby would be healthy.

Tears were streaming down her face as she looked down, sinking in shame. I still loved her but her crimes against me were unforgivable. I had to stay the course and sever ties between us.

My car fully packed and almost nothing left behind, anything of importance anyways. I turned away from Sarah for the last time and got into my car and drove away. As I drove away, I glanced at my rearview mirror and saw her standing in the driveway, face still aimed at the ground. I could tell already she was increasing in weight from the child that was growing inside her, the child that wasn't mine.

I have to admit that I cried on the way home. The nearly three-hour drive was arduous emotionally. I spent the whole time thinking of the year I'd spent with Sarah. All of the good times and bad, all of the times we'd made love, and argued, then made up by making love. All the movies we watched together, all the meals we shared, the conversations. It was all over.

Then I realized that about half of the memories I'd had of us were during the time she had spent a good time of time on her back, another man pleasuring her and eventually filling her womb with his child. All the memories I'd ever shared with Sarah were tainted and no longer contained any sentiment. It would take time, but I knew that emotionally, I could be free of her.

On the way home, I also thought of mom and dad, and of Katie and how they were going to be as big a part of my life as they were before I left home for college. My parents, who were retired, had done well in the stock market and, because of this, traveled. They traveled a lot. It was pretty pointless that they even owned a house. The vacation rentals they stayed at when they were away were more permanent than the house that just seemed to serve as their 'rest home' or 'temporary transition zone' before jetting off to a new adventure.

Coming back home at twenty-two could be something to be ashamed of, but I didn't feel ashamed. Everyone faces situations beyond their control and sometimes need help and I was no different. Thankfully, my parents were painfully and eternally generous people and would always be willing to open their doors again, even if they had to open them from many thousands of miles away, to their son.

I'd felt a bit guilty at asking for help, but then I realized how well off my parents were and how little use they were getting out of the house and how much their state of financial security allowed them to encourage me to come home again. This helped the folks two-fold. Firstly, it made them feel better that their son was safe and sound, and secondly it made it convenient that someone, namely me, could now be around more to keep an eye on my sister, Katie.

It was weird because Katie and I were brother and sister, had the same parents, were both half Asian/half Caucasian, but we didn't really look alike. If you had to pick us out of a crowd, you'd never think we were related. My hair was naturally light brown, my skin a bit naturally tanned, and I kind of looked like a mix of mom and dad, facial feature-wise, whereas Katie had lighter skin, much darker hair and didn't really look like mom or dad.

She looked considerably more Asian than I did. Her eyes were darker, whereas mine were like my hair, light brown, even though we were of the same ethnic makeup. She could probably pass as full-blooded to someone who didn't know her. To sum her up physically, if actress Rachel Leigh Cook gained about ten pounds and was Asian, she'd be Katie. She was super cute.

We were always pretty close growing up. Strangely, we never were really at odds for any extended period of time. It was actually kind of boring because we never fought. We were always congenial and comfortable around each other. She never really got on my nerves and I can only assume I never got on hers. She was always in a cheerful, yet reserved mood around me. Pleasant, upbeat, yet not overly enthusiastic, possibly even shy. It always seemed like when she was force a smile, she actually wanted to smile, but was shy to let on that she wanted to smile. It was sometimes strange to behold, albeit cute and adorable.

Katie was a bit of a homebody. She had friends and talked on the phone occasionally but she was so far from the atypical teenaged girl. You'd never catch her rolling around on her bed, chewing loudly on gum while yakking nonsensically on the phone about unimportant bullshit with some equally typical teenaged girl about what boys they thought were cute.

She was usually pretty quiet and kept to herself but when she did speak up, she was always soft-spoken, kind and sincere and as if she was generally interested in everything you had to say. It was quite refreshing to talk to someone who made you feel like you existed. I think that's why I always got along with Katie. She was hard not to get along with.

Strangely, even though she was quite cute, she never seemed to bring a lot of attention out of other men. Just on looks alone, she could definitely be the kind of girl that got guys looking but she never seemed interested in that kind of attention. She was a bit shorter than me, around 5'2" and was a bit shapely, she had a few extra pounds of baby fat on her, but that sort of added to her personality of not being overtly provocative. She was like a shadow, blending in with her background, never drawing attention to herself.

In public she was always quiet, reserved and never dressed provocatively. She was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl and it was equally nice to know that on top of being genuinely sweet, she wasn't a whore, like millions of other girls her age. I had respect for her and cared for her not just as her brother, but as a human being.

Secretly though, I always had this strange thought that would float into my mind that I would question later, then feel guilty about the honestly inquisitive nature of the question, which was thinking of how 'hot' she could look if she wore some short shorts and a small top, along with some makeup. Then the voice in my head would do a double take, be aghast at the thought, slap itself, slap me, and pull my mind out of the strange haze that was the state of mind where I would pontificate about such things.

I don't think it was a thought of sexual curiosity; it was more about me being puzzled how a girl that was really a diamond in the rough hadn't caught the attention of bunches of guys who would fight for her affections. She was really almost too good to be true, and then I realized how glad I was to be her brother and to have her in my life.

When I pulled up to the house, it looked the same way it did the last time I visited. I went up and rung the doorbell, Katie opened the door. I was greeted by that cute smile and a big, firm hug. She looked like she'd just got out of bed, wearing pajama pants and a tanktop, but was still unbearably cute. She helped me unload my car and after several hours of unpacking, I settled in.


After a few days, the pain of my separation from Sarah had really settled in. I was pretty much drowning in depression. I didn't want to feel that way but I couldn't help it. Even through all of the things she'd made me endure, the loss of our relationship was painful. I found myself moping around the house constantly. I ate little, slept less and spent most of my time lying in bed.

I think Katie noticed it because I was less social than usual. I don't know if she expected me to be all smiles and bouncing-off-the-walls-playful with her when I came back but I was hardly cheerful. I tried to be, but it was hard. I couldn't mask the pain as much as I wanted to, so I figured if I couldn't mask the pain fully, I wouldn't bother trying at all.

Shy as she was, Katie couldn't bear to confront me about it. She would walk past my door sometimes and peek in at me, but timidly keep walking without uttering a word. Or she'd be in the kitchen getting something to eat and I'd be at the kitchen table nibbling on a sandwich, my mind focused on thoughts of Sarah and she'd walk by and sneak a peek at my face, but she could tell my body was present but my mind was elsewhere.

I glanced up at her just quickly enough to gauge that she was concerned, but didn't make any effort to make it clear that I was emotionally distraught. I'd simply glance up, not flashing a fake smile or any discernible emotion and would return to pecking at my meal. She usually seemed disappointed in my lack of initiative and would turn her eyes to the ground as she made her way past me and into her room.

Finally, one morning, I was sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal when Katie shuffled over in her slightly-too-long PJs and sat down across from me with a bowl of cereal of her own. I smiled politely at her in an artificially genuine way and she smiled back, hers was one of concern and warmth.

"So, did you sleep well?" she asked softly.

I felt like my body was creaking, my joints tight and tense from my growingly depressed state that I was afraid to move, afraid that Katie would hear my muscles wrench and would be alerted to my shoddy physical condition. I shrugged my shoulders slightly and tried my hardest to answer without my voice cracking. "I slept ok. You?"

"I slept good." She answered awkwardly, tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear while slouching over her bowl of cereal.

Several minutes slowly rolled by when Katie abruptly spoke again, breaching the dead silence. "So, what's been up your butt since you came home?"

I looked up at her, knowing my cover had been blown. It was no use to try and dance around the issue or play it out as if she'd never make the initiative to coax the truth out of me, because she had. "What do you mean?"

She still came off as harmless, never making a sudden movement as she prodded me, still hovering over her bowl of cereal, her eyes alternating from the table, to mine. Even though I should've felt nervous, I didn't. She was too innocent to make my privacy feel threatened.

"You know what I mean." She said.

"I don't, really."

She seemed to struggle with pushing forward in her attempt to draw the truth from me. She wasn't used to being assertive and it showed. She made a face like she was trying to figure out some deeply complex mathematical equation. "Well, you've been pretty much moping around the house ever since you got here. You haven't gone out or even talked to me much. I'm just worried for you, that's all."

I thought it was such a sweet gesture. I felt ashamed that I couldn't trust her enough with my feelings to tell her before. I looked down, searching for a way to ease her an answer. "I don't know, just been thinking about a lot, that's all. Just had a lot on my mind."

She seemed only partially content by my vagueness. She wasn't completely satisfied but didn't seem to want to push the issue either. She didn't want to tread on ground I wasn't comfortable with. I saw the lack of total contentment on her face and knew I couldn't leave it at that. I hoped she'd find the courage to feed her curiosity.

"I know I'm not a relationship expert, but if something's wrong, you can talk to me about it. I am your sister." She said.

"I didn't want to come here and bother you with all my problems."

"Hey..." she said. "...I just don't want you to keep everything inside. You can talk to me."

It felt nice to know that someone cared about me. Actually cared about how I felt. "Just had some problems with Sarah..."

"Oh..." she said softly, fearing she'd forced me to confront something I wasn't strong enough for.

I drummed up the courage to tell her. "Umm, we kind of broke up. Well, I broke up with her..."

Katie looked at me with eyes so calming that I felt at home where nothing could hurt me, regardless of how painful the memories were. "...I found out she'd been cheating on me. She got pregnant too. She didn't know I knew. So I left."

She looked almost as anguished as I was. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. Time heals all wounds, right?"

She smiled and I realized how fortunate I was to have her in my life.