When I was exiting the airport, I saw my sister's car parked and waiting for me. I entered the car gradually since my war injury made my right leg weaker than my left. I looked over to see my
sister smiling at me.

"Hey! Welcome back!" Samantha said with glee.

She leaned over, hugged me and kissed my cheek. I've always embraced the touch of my little sister. Like a brother should.

"It's great to be back sis," I said.

I placed my cane and duffel bag in the back seat. I hugged her back. I was honorably discharged from my actions in Iraq, and I was done with my tour of duties. I no longer have to leave for another tour again. I received a Purple Heart for taking a bullet to my thigh. That's why I need the cane to support me when I walk. My sister started the car and started to drive to her apartment.

As we were driving she asked me a lot of questions. Like how I was doing, and that how everyone was happy I got home safe. We pulled into our parents house. At first I was surprised, and before I could say anything she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. The whole house was dark and I was trying to find the light switch, when I finally found it I flipped it on.

"Welcome back Hunter!"my whole family yelled.

I was surprised, and made me jump a little. I smiled at them and looked for my girlfriend. Everyone was waiting for my response.

"Where is Emily?" I asked everyone

No one answered me, and were looking at the ground. My smile quickly diminished. I didn't know if she was going to surprise me, or she was just missing at the time.

"Where is she?" I asked again.

"Hunter, there is no easy way to tell you this, so I'm just going to come out with it. She's dead." My mother said.

I thought she was joking at first, but then I saw the seriousness in her face. I was in disbelief. My heart was racing at the thought I just lost the love of my life. I lost support to my legs, and fell to my knees. Samantha got onto her knees, and put her hand on my back. rubbing softly, it was comforting.

"I'm so sorry you had to find out like this. She was in a terrible car crash about four months ago. She died instantly," Samantha said.

She helped me to me feet. I stood there for a minute taking in the news, but to be truthful; I knew this happened. Because she stopped sending letters about four months ago.

"Can we go please?" I asked.

Samantha nodded, and I said goodbye to my family, and hugged my parents. After we left, we had a silent drive to Samantha's apartment. Samantha pulled up and she turned off her car.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Samantha asked.

"No. I'm fine; Really." I lied.

I didn't like to lie to Samantha, but I didn't want her to worry. When we entered the apartment; I quickly went and sat down on the couch. My leg was sore from walking up two flights of stairs. It was getting late.

"You can sleep in my room if you want. if it would help you leg better," Samantha said gracefully.

I laid down on the couch to see if it was conformable. After a few moments I shrugged.

"This will be fine, but thanks though," I said.

I sat back up, so Samantha could sit down on the couch. Something told me she was about to drop the 'Sisterly love" on me; I was correct.

"Look. I know this must be a hard time for you, but you can stay as long as you want," Samantha said.

She got back up, and walked over to the kitchen door. peeking inside; she disappeared behind the swinging door. I heard the clanking of metal-ware.

"I'm sure you're hungry. Do you want anything to eat?" Samantha asked.

"No thanks. I'm going to go change really fast and rest for a bit," I replied.

I got up, grabbed my duffel bag, got a clean black T-shirt and a pair of gym
pants, and my cane. With every tap of my cane, I came to realize that my girlfriend is gone, and that Samantha was being awfully generous. I finally reached the bathroom; I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. The image of Samantha in her tight jeans, and low-cut shirt that she was wearing kept appearing into my mind.

"Am I attracted to my sister?" I said to myself.

I changed slowly, and shaved my beard with Samantha's razor. I walked back to the couch. I noticed that Samantha had already made dinner for herself, and was sitting waiting for me to sit down. When I finally sat down; she started to cuddle with me like we always did when we were little.

"What do you want to watch?" Samantha asked.

"Whatever you want Samantha." I replied.

As she was flipping through the channels, I couldn't help but notice how my sister had matured. Her breasts were firm and young, her legs were neatly shaved, and of course she had her black hair down in a curly fashion. She looked beautiful.

 "You look beautiful today Samantha. Have I been gone that long to not see my little
sister grow into a woman?" I asked.

 "Aw! thank you so much." Samantha answered, flustered.
 
She put her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her. We were watching a movie when I noticed that her breasts were pushed firmly against my ribs, and her hand was place near my inner thigh. For some reason. I was really attracted to her. Not really that "Brotherly love" kind of way, but I mean sexually. I couldn't help but stare down her cleavage of her perfect breasts. I knew it was wrong, and I could never have sex with her, but my dick said "yes" and my mind said "no". I started to rub her shoulder where my hand was placed. I could hear her breathing more heavily. Was I turning my little sister on? I got my answer when she started to rub my thigh. I was getting hard. Fast. I had to stop this. I brought my will to stop rubbing her shoulder and tried my hardest to not stare at her cleavage. I put a pillow on my raging cock. Hoping she wouldn't notice that my dick has harder than ever. The movie that we were watching ended.

"That was good..." Samantha said softly.

We were looking at each-other now; Her eyes were shining with the light from the TV. we stared at each other for what seemed to be hours. When finally she broke the silence.

"Well, I should go to bed. Goodnight." Samantha said.

As she got up, her perfect ass rubbed against my chest. I knew she wanted me to follow, but I knew I could do that. I saw her walk into her room and closed the door. I have wondered what my little sister would look like naked. I imagined her slowly taking off her clothes, teasing me...

"What is wrong with me?..." I whispered to myself.

I rubbed my eyes to try to get the image out of my head, I took off my T-shirt and my pants, If my sister wanted to do anything, I couldn't stop her. It took a while but I finally fell asleep.

Later that night I woke up and oddly had an urge to go to the bathroom. As I was about to open the door. when I noticed that a light was peeking through the cracks of Samantha's room. I used the wall to support me in-case Samantha was awake. I heard muffled moans and groans from her room, I opened the door slowly and peeked inside. Samantha was on her bed... masturbating! I immediately looked away, but I wanted to see more. I resisted at first, but my sexual desires overcame my resistance. I looked inside again, she had two fingers in her dripping wet pussy; as her thumb was rubbing her clit. Samantha's other had rubbed her erect nipple with her index finger and her thumb. It was hot... too hot. I slowly started to get hard; almost instantly.

Her breathing was becoming more heavy with every thrust of her fingers going deeper into her. I knew Samantha was close. "Yes Hunter! Pound your little sister!" Samantha yelled.

My heart skipped a beat. I was in shock, my sister was masturbating... Samantha arched her back and let out a deep, pleasurable moan. Samantha was breathing got softer, My hands were shaking so hard that I dropped my cane. Samantha threw covers over herself.

"Hunter?" Samantha called.

I knew I was caught. There was no point in hiding anymore. I walked
into her room.

To be continued...