My Younger Sister

Justine was two years younger than me. And like most younger sister refused to listen to her older brother about guys! She was a brunette, thirty eight, physically fit for a girl her age and dating one of the biggest assholes possible!

“I don’t need another lecture Graham, just a place to spend the night where Carl wouldn’t dare contact me!”

Suddenly I knew why our parent’s place was out! In mom’s eyes Carl could do no wrong and dad felt Carl was the son he never had. I didn’t have to look at Justine to know that Carl hated my guts and would never think that Justine would turn to me for help!

“So how about big brother can I spend the night at your place?”

I finished my drink and went to pour myself another. I offered the bottle to Justine even though I pretty well though she would turn it down. But to my surprise, Justine grabbed the bottle out of my hand and took a healthy swig!

“Smooth. So can I?”

“Have I ever denied you in the past?” I downed my drink and then put back the scotch and rinsed my glass in the sink behind the bar. “Just let me get my coat and keys and we’ll leave!