Saving Sis

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I never thought I would be going back home for a reason like this. I had walked out of my parent’s house when I was 17, and never looked back. Now, seven years later, I had received a phone call at my duty station in North Carolina that my younger sister had tried to commit suicide by cutting both her wrists. Carol is five years younger than I, and looked up to me as more of a hero than a brother. I had protected her, and stood up for her, for years from our no good parents. If I could have taken her with me when I walked out, I would have.

Through out my whole life till I left, my parents told both Carol and I that we were stupid and would never amount to anything. Now I don’t consider myself good looking, at 17 I was 5’10” and a skinny 145, but I knew that I didn’t have to take this kind of abuse, especially from my parents. So I took up both boxing and karate to vent my anger. When I walked out, I stayed at my boxing coach’s house until I graduated from high school and enlisted in the marines.

For some reason, after I enlisted I grew another 2 inches in height, and bulked up to 225 pounds of hard muscle. My black hair is cut in the traditional military high & tight fashion, and I have been told that my gray eyes would turn stone cold and cause people you back up when my temper was pushed to the limit. When I left, my sister was a little on the chubby side, had silk smooth lt. Brown hair that went down to her waist and had the prettiest emerald green eyes. When she smiled, her eyes had a sparkle to them that had you spell bound.

I will never know why my parents treated us like they did. Both of them were very successful in their professions and were well liked. In the back of my mind, I felt that they contributed to my sister trying to kill herself. I prayed that this wasn’t true.

****

The first person that I saw when I walked into the hospital was my boxing coach.

“Coach, how are you doing?”

“Steve. I can see that you have been taking real good care of yourself. How is the leg doing?”

“Good coach, good.” I had taken some shrapnel in my leg when I was serving in Desert Storm. I considered myself lucky because it hit nothing major. I still walk with a slight limp.

“Thank you for calling coach. Now how did this happen, and what is going on now?”

“From what I understand, after your parents had left for work yesterday, Carol filled the bath tub with warm water, and then cut her wrists with a butcher knife from the kitchen. Luckily, the cleaning lady came in not long after that, and found her. When I heard the call come over the scanner, I went straight over and got there before anyone else.” Coach also worked part-time for the volunteer fire department. “Carol wrote two letters, one to your parents, and one to you. I could get in trouble for what I did, but I took the letter addressed to you before anyone else got there.”

With shaking hands I took the letter and started to read it:

Steve,

By the time you read this, it will be too late. When you walked out and left, I did nothing but cry for days. I cried, because the only person that I truly loved had left me. The only way that I could get to sleep at night was to clutch your picture to my breast. All mom and dad did was talk down about you. They called you names for years, and the harassment toward me got worse. I held on for as long as I could wait for you to come back, but I could not take it any longer.

I love you dear brother, I love you more than anything. There were times that I would love you so much, that I wished you were more than just my brother.

I shall meet you in the afterlife Steve. Always remember me.

Love you sweetheart,
Carol

“Is she still here coach?” I asked with a silent tear running down my face.

“Yes she is son, come with me.”

****

We heard the yelling as soon as we stepped off the elevator. I heard my sister who was crying, a few voices I didn’t recognize, and above everyone were my asshole mother and father. Rushing down the hall, I stepped into the room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” I yelled above everyone.

The whole room fell silent, and turned toward me. No one said anything for a few seconds, till me sister managed to cry:

“Steve.”

Then my father had to throw his big mouth into it.

“So, the prodigal son has returned. What are you going to do hotshot? Tell me, what are you going to do? Run away again.”

I did the one thing that I have always wanted to do; I knocked my father flat on his ass. I knew that I had broken his nose and knocked some teeth out, but damn it felt good.

“Someone drag this asshole out of here, and clear the room. I want to spend some time with my sister.”

My mother opened her mouth to say something, but one look from me made her close it and help my father to his feet. After everyone had left, I closed the door and told coach to stand outside to make sure that no one came in except the doctors. When I sat down on the edge of my sister’s hospital bed, she was still crying and threw her arms around me.

“I didn’t think you would ever come back Steve. Ever since you left, my life has been a living hell. I just couldn’t take it any more. You don’t know how much I have missed you.”

I kissed the top of her head and held her close.

“It’s okay hun, I am here and you are safe now.”

Carol let me go, and leaned back in her bed. I looked into her eyes, and saw that familiar shine to them that I loved. Just looking at her made my cock start to twitch, and made me wish that she wasn’t my sister. Then I saw her hair.

“What happened to your hair Carol?” What was once long beautiful hair was now rudely chopped short. It looked like someone had taken a dull pair of scissors and cut it badly.

“Dad had really gotten onto me one day, calling me ugly, telling me I was a slut and all kinds of other names. I went up to my room to cry, and decided to trim my hair. Dad came barging in and started yelling again. He grabbed the scissors, and started chopping my hair. That is when I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Well sweetie, you are not going to have to worry about mom nor dad ever again.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, on my way here, I had a lot of things go through my mind. I decided that if you want to come back with me, you can stay with me and I will take care of you.”

Carol started crying again, sat back up, and threw her arms around me.

“Yes I will. You don’t know how much I have wanted this. Take me with you right now.”

Feeling her tits, pressing against me got my cock twitching again, and I hoped that she wouldn’t feel it and jump back

“Ok hun. I am sure the doctors will want to keep you here overnight. I will be staying at Coach Jackson’s house tonight. I will come back tomorrow morning, and if the doctors say it is ok, I will take you home and get your stuff. You don’t have to worry about mom and dad, because as long as I am there, they are going to say nothing about it. You just get some rest.”

I went o kiss her on her head again, and when I did, she moved just a little bit and kissed me full on the lips. She had never done this before, and it caught me by surprise. I knew that I had to hurry and get out of there, or she would have seen my rock hard cock for sure.

“I love you Steve.”

“I love you too sweetie. Now get some rest.”

****

After the doctors gave the both of us some instructions the next morning, I took Carol home to get her stuff. The place brought back some bad memories, and it also started the war of all wars between my parents and I.

I was in Carol’s room helping her pack when dad started his yelling.

“She is not going anywhere. She is staying right here, and I forbid her to leave.”

“You have no decision in this dad.” I yelled back. “Carol is nineteen, can make her own decisions, and I would like to see you try and stop her.”

“I can see you still have your attitude that you had when you were younger. I ought to knock some sense into you to show some respect.”

“You want to try it now dad, go right the hell ahead. I will knock you flat on your ass again.”

“Steve, please listen to your father. Carol needs to stay here and finish school, or she will never amount to anything.” My mother threw in.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you either mom. You stood behind dad all these years, and never once stood up for your kids. You are just as bad as he is.”

“You watch your mouth around your mother boy,” my yelled back getting even louder.

“kiss my ass dad. Carol is coming with me, and I will make sure she gets done with school. Now shut the hell up.”

“That’s it. You are not my son anymore, and if that bitch of a sister that you have leaves with you, she is not my daughter. Now get out of my house.”