As my first year at university came to an end, I was searching for an apartment where I could live for the next three years when I got an unexpected message from my big brother.
“I found a solution for your apartment issues. I’ll call you tonight.”
My phone rang that evening as I was sitting on the steps of the university library, and I felt so happy and pleased when I saw my big brother’s name on the screen. Despite the fact that he was four years older than me, he and I had always been quite close, probably because I never saw our father who abandoned our mother shortly after finding out she was pregnant again with me.
I dated a few guys in high school and only one in college so far but no one could’ve been truly compared to him and I often wondered if anyone else I meet could possibly make me feel nearly as cherished, protected, and loved as my big brother did.
With a smile I picked up the call, “I was hoping you would call and I was waiting all evening.” I told him.
“OH!?” A seemingly genuine surprise reaction from him.
“My little sister’s been waiting for my call all day?” he said.
“Ugh stop teasing!” I laughed softly. “So, what’s the apartment news?”
“I’m moving there,” he said flatly.
“Andrew, that’s great! When?”
“I’m being transferred to the main office not too far from your campus. They want me to start by May 1st, which means that I would need to come out there, find an apartment, and then get the move completed and everything around the time you’re done for the semester. And since my little sister wants an apartment as well…”
“Are you sure you want me to come and live with you? Will you be fine with me and you living together?” I asked. I was joking a bit but it was indeed a really serious question.
After all, Andrew was 22 and single, how would it appear to a potential girlfriend if she found out that he was living with his sister? And for myself, I recognized the opportunity immediately: Living with my big brother would allow us both to share the costs of an apartment, and living with him would be a bit safer than living on my own.
“Come on, you know me. I wouldn’t be offering you anything if I sincerely didn’t mean it.”
“I know, I know. But it’s a bit sudden and out of nowhere. It’s almost hard to believe.”
“I plan to fly out there by this weekend,” Andrew said. “I already rented a car and reserved a hotel room. I’ve also found two places which I want to take a look at, both near the subway line that runs past the university, so if we were to live at either of those complexes, you and I could both get to and from campus and work very easily and quickly. I’ll be driving the car while the movers are hauling my stuff, so we’ll have a vehicle to use. And perhaps the best thing about all this is that I’d get to spend time with my little sister again.”
“Aww…” I was genuinely touched. “I miss being around you, you know,” I said.
“Same here, Anna. Same here.”
During the next couple of days, I went online to look at the two apartment complexes Andrew had selected and I was rather impressed. Both of them were gated communities with three-bedroom apartments offered, and plenty of plants and trees seemingly everywhere. I could not truly grasp the actual size of the various rooms from the pictures, but I could see that they would both be nice places to live. However, my favorite of the two was the one where each apartment had a screen-enclosed patio or balcony, which is great for leaving the sliding patio door open to obtain fresh air while still keeping the insects out.
On Friday afternoon I packed for the weekend and took a bus to the airport to meet Andrew. And even though it’s been just three months since the last I saw him, the hug which he and I shared was tight and heartfelt, a testament to the close bond which we had shared for such a long time.
Once we had the rental car, we went to the hotel. I saw this hotel quite a few times during my first year at the university, but never been inside. Since this trip was designed for Andrew to select an apartment cause of the work-related move, he was able to have the company pay for the hotel, and it was a suite-style hotel. It was the first time I was ever in a hotel suite, and I was pleasantly amazed at just how home-like it looked and felt overall. Andrew simply stood back and watched me as I took in everything, but after a few minutes I realized something
My big brother was truly watching me. The way his eyes roamed my body gave me a sensation that I had felt from other guys, but never from a family member. He was really interested in my body, in my beauty. In a way, it was as if Andrew was seeing his little sister as a woman for the first time. I turned towards him and stared at him silently.
“You are very beautiful,” he said softly.
“You’ve said that before,” I reminded him. Suddenly realizing that my voice had been much quieter than it should’ve been for a brother and sister simply talking among themselves.
He walked tentatively towards me and something compelled my feet to move towards him. When he took me in his arms, it wasn’t just for a hug, this was different. How and why? I don’t know, but for some reason this was significantly different.
For the first time in his presence, I felt my body begin to react. The tell-tale warmth began to form, grow and radiate. Almost imperceptibly, my big brother’s arms held me just a little tighter than usual.
Now for the first time in my presence, he was a little shy and his cock began to grow and stiffen. However, for the first time, I was very keenly aware of it. It made me think about my big brother as a man and not just as a sibling. It made me think of the few guys I have dated, how they had attempted to sleep with me within the first few dates even though they definitely haven’t earned my trust and respect yet. Andrew on the other hand, already had my trust and respect. Throughout my life he clearly wanted the best for me and wanted for me to be happy, however that was defined in the moment. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch to imagine him also having my heart but then to think, could I ever give my big brother my body?
Eventually, I stepped out of his caring embrace and a loving hug. “There is something to consider about this place…” I began.
“What’s that?” he asked, sitting at the table on the side of the living room area of the suite.
“There’s only one bed.”
“I know,” he admitted. “But don’t worry. I already planned on sleeping on the couch.”
“What!? No! You came all this way and paid all this money for a nice hotel suite just so you can sleep on the couch?!?”
“Would you prefer it if I go and pitch a tent somewhere instead?”
He laughed as I rolled my eyes. We both enjoyed camping, but trying to compare a couch to a sleeping bag was like trying to compare a paper airplane to a boulder.
“I honestly don’t mind sharing a bed with you,” I said, being aware of how quiet my voice was again, “even if it wasn’t some huge monstrosity of a bed.”
He smiled warmly. “I’ll keep that in mind, sis.”
My stomach growled, “While you’re thinking about, why don’t we go get dinner?” I asked.
We get dinner and while we were walking back to the hotel,
Andrew asked me “Are you sure you won’t have a problem sharing the bed with me?”
I answered “Oh come on, we’ve spent years sleeping in the same room when we were kids and now it’s just that it will be the same bed, nothing’s really that different. I’m totally fine with it” knowing how I reacted an hour ago when he hugged me.
He smiles and says “Okay, as you wish.” I was very excited for some reason.
I was in bed sitting against the pillows and the headboard, reading a novel I brought with me, when Andrew finally came into the bedroom. He was topless, wearing his sweatpants, and I was a little amazed that he still wore sweatpants to bed. I even commented on it.
“Actually,” he replied, “I generally don’t.”
“Oh?”
He pulled back the covers and joined me in bed, also sitting against the pillows and the headboard. “Generally, I just wear my underwear… if I wear anything at all.”
“I see…”
I closed the book and set it aside, then leaned into him. I wore an old faded sleepshirt and a modest panty, and as I leaned against him, I lamented the fact that I was not also topless. While my arms were mostly bare and it felt good for my right arm to be pressed against his bare skin, I wanted to feel the skin-on-skin contact against more of my body.
My big brother put his arm across my shoulders, and I wrapped an arm across his lap over the covers and suddenly, it was the middle of the night. the bedroom was dark except for the dim light of the street lamps several stories below our window and I was laying upon him with the covers bunched up around my neck.
Somehow, although he was clearly asleep with his arms around me underneath the covers, I truly felt loved, and with that thought stuck in my mind, I drifted back into slumber with a smile upon my lips.
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