My Return

I'd been away for almost fifteen years, had gone abroad to university, then stayed to start my career. Done very well, no visits home, stayed in touch by phone. My mother wasn't well before I left, and never improved or declined much while I was away. My father worked long hours, and it was his death that brought me back home to run the family business. My sister is six years younger than I am, and I hardly knew her. My mother was happy with my return, and my sister was likewise happy but didn't show it as much. She is a very quiet person and rarely shows any emotion. Once the funeral was over, I started at the family business. No long hours like father had been doing, I trusted others to do their jobs properly, or I would replace them. My father was a micro manager, I'm not. I had no girlfriend and was too busy to find one at the time; between the business, my mother, and my sister, I had enough to keep me busy. Then, six months later, my mother suddenly passed away. It had been long expected, but still came as a shock to both of us. After her funeral, my interest in the business had waned, and I asked my sister to agree to sell it. She did agree, and I planned on returning to Europe, where I was more comfortable living. My sister had no idea what she would do, as she had never dated or socialized and had cared for our mother. I suggested she try living in Europe with me. She accepted, so the business was sold, and we went to Europe. This time was in London, as my sister didn't know any other language other than English. I had contacts there already and soon found a good job; my sister lived with me and was my living shadow. Never went anywhere without me, with the same surnames, neighbors thought us married. I was busy settling into my new job, so I didn't try dating. Then had a work function to attend, and I took my sister as my date. The ID tag said our Christian name and surname, so everybody assumed we were married, especially as my sister stayed so close to me, it looked like we were joined at the hip. My sister did enjoy herself and would accompany me to work functions thereafter. A week later, on a very rainy weekend, I was bored and decided to tease my sister by tickling her. It progressed to us fucking, she just let me do what I wanted to. That started her sleeping with me every night, well, it was no problem as everybody already thought us married anyway. My sister started wearing our late mother's rings after being confirmed as pregnant. We had to get them resized as they were too big for her small finger. That gave a reason why she hadn't worn them before, said they were at the jewellers, no one asked why. Now two years later, we have a very healthy son, and my sister wants more. She is the perfect mother, goes out by herself now, mainly to doctor's appointments, and a mother's group has joined.