Cum is thicker than blood - Futa/Male

My sister is a bit of a klutz. I phrase I keep telling myself, as I do the dishes by myself…again. And that’s after I’ve also cooked the dinner. By myself…and again.

From inside the living room, I can hear the TV’s muffled voices from whatever show it’s running. Probably another sports show. She is a real sucker for those.

But it’s better with her in there than her out here, where she could break tableware, burn the food or worse, burn me…again.

But I do love my little sister Although, she’s not really my actually sister...or little.

My mom and dad are the extraordinary caring people. They love everyone and care for everyone. And they were good friends with a couple that lived some blocks away. Great friends - met and knew they were destined to be best friends kind-of-friends. They had so many stories together that they barely managed to start one before they all either laughed or moaned in agony.

But 9 years ago, the couple was out in the town and celebrating that their research company was finally making profit after years of struggling.

Anna, their only child, was staying with us at the time. She was 9, I think, and I was 10. We were playing hide and seek. She was hiding when I suddenly saw two police officers in the doorway and my dad hugging my weeping mother. A drunk driver had hit them both.

In the beginning, it was the intention that Anna stayed with us for a while to get everything sorted. But no other family member was available to take her in. My parents were the closest thing to a family the couple had. And now we were the only family left for Anna.

So, they adopted her.

She was, of course, devastated in the beginning over the loss of her parents. She cried for a long time. Pure emotions just running out, uncontrollably. But when the strongest talons of the grief had finally left her, she accepted very quickly us as her new family.

However, one of the many great things about Anna is her willingness to accept and understand. As long as I’ve known her, she’s never had a tantrum or been unreasonable. Always able to see the bigger picture or understand that what was done was done for her and not against her.

So with a little moving around in rooms and people, Anna started to live with us. She got my room upstairs; I got one in the basement and my parents stayed in their huge bedroom next to Anna’s.

And over the years she became like a true sister to me and daughter to my parents.

Though, I still won’t let her near the kitchen. She’s a terrible klutz. Even my parents, though much more delicately than me, ask her to do something else than help in the kitchen. But today it’s only me and her in the house.

Which has become something of a habit recently. Our parents have started to travel more as we’ve gotten older. And we’re just some teens enjoying the taste of freedom.

“Hey, Tipping-toe, can you bring me some water?” Anna asked loudly from the living room. I bristled a little at one of nicknames she has started to call me when she found out that I had to get up on my toes to reach her height. But it was alright, I knew I could (and would) always win in any name-calling, teasing competition. But it’s sportsmanship to let in a few punches from the opponent, right? Pure domination is never fun.

“Sure.” I called back, finished up in the kitchen, and snatched a pre-filled bottle from the fridge. One of many she kept in there. She sure loved that water.

I walked into the living room, seeing her sprawled on the big leather couch, one arm over the headrest and leg on the armrest. Anna wasn’t really a girly-girl. She was wearing black baggy sport pants, an old grey t-shirt that was starting to look like it was getting too small, no socks but both feet and hands were covered in wraps she wore for her fight training. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail with a few wisps of hair sticking out.

“Rousey is the bomb!” She exclaims and looks up as I walk in and grabs the bottle and nod thanks.

I plump down in the recliner, almost disappearing in it and lift up in its handle on the side, relaxing as my feet gets lifted up.

“Yeah?” I respond to the hanging conversation starter in the air.

“Oh hell yeah!” She replies back and beams at me with a huge smile.

Agai

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