Sister

"Wait, what? Imogene's in trouble?" I leaned over and pulled my phone from Charlotte's grasp.

"So, who is she?" Charlotte asked, curious as I hammered my thumb down on the messages tab.

"She's my little sister." I scanned the messages. Imogene loved to use me as her emergency boyfriend whenever going out with her friends. As a result, her texts to me had usually been good natured flirty texts that she would use as evidence that she "Had a boyfriend thank you very much, and he will kick your ass if you don't leave us alone." It was nice to be thought of as the solid one in the family, ever since mom...

Shit, was that a cleavage shot? Glancing at the timeline, I noticed that the pictures had gotten more and more risque. A lot more revealing than usual. Her pageboy cut soft brown hair and blue eyes a bit more alluring and sexy than her typical "I'm obviously doing this to lose a creep" pose. I flipped down another message and realized why Charlotte had been questioning me. There, the text clearly said

"I am heading to Becky's. Don't be too long lover!" Attached was a Selfie of Imogene hugging a woman in a red dress, I couldn't see much of Imogene's body, save the duck face, because the redheaded woman she was hugging had her back to the camera, and Imogene was apparently taking the picture behind the woman's back..

Followed by a series of emojis that were our personal "HELP! NOT KIDDING SERIOUS!" It had been a pretty random choice, honestly. Tree, Dog, Courthouse. Usually she would mix it in with others so if anybody was watching it would look like a random flirty text. Eggplant, Water, Princess, Unicorn?

"So... you've got THAT kind of relationship with..." Charlotte giggled.

"What? No, No! It's not like that." I sighed, scanning the later texts. More perfunctory, and it was an address in Monterey. Also a note about her car being towed, and her friend Becky having to catch the bus for work in the morning, so I should hurry... "We're... she uses me as her imaginary boyfriend."

"Why? Clearly she has a girlfriend." Charlotte inquired.

I glanced at the deadline listed on the last message. Only few hours off. Imogene would probably start blowing up my phone again as soon as she got up if she got any sleep at all. Wait, did she actually...? I shook the thought away with a shrug. If there was one thing I hated it was how Imogene never seemed to be able to understand about my wanting some time when I was unavailable. Ever since I'd been married to Kaila... Crap... Kaila...

Kaila was going to kill me. She hated the amount of times I'd gone running to Imogene's side after numerous disasters. Imogene's luck was the polar opposite of mine. While every time good things happened to me, it seemed that a couple months couldn't go by without Imogene calling about some crisis or another.

"I think... Well she said she was going to... hell, I don't know. She's my sister, and she has been having a string of bad luck." I tried to remember the last time Imogene had called. Something about a fight with dad, which was nothing new, but I cut that particular tie. He thought that I wasn't doing what I should do with my life, and I thought he was a hide-bound traditionalist who hadn't had a new idea since Nixon was in office.

"How many sisters do you have? Lots? Do they all send you sexy texts? Do y'all just go on bahk in tha bahrn and do it in tha hayloft?" Charlotte smirked, letting the sheets fall from her upper body. Her nipples were hard, I noticed.

"One. Just one. " I shook my head. "And don't be gross."

"Oh that's raaaght, you lahk romance..." Charlotte leaned back, leaning her arms across the corner of the hideabed. "Maybe you should bring her back heah... I like how the male side of your family kisses."

"Ok, now you're just being mean." I groaned, a sudden image of Charlotte kissing my little sister in my head. I suddenly realized exactly why Helen had called me an asshole on the day we first...

A new text buzzed my phone.

"Seriously, I need help. Money or a Ride, but I need one soon."