[Prologue](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o2wwr3/destined_siblings_prologue_mf_inc/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
When I woke up in the morning Andrew was not in the bedroom, but I could smell coffee, so I knew he was not far away. In a way, it was comforting knowing that I had him all to myself in the hotel suite, knowing that soon I’d be living with him, just the two of us. It could almost be like he and I were married, just without the prospect of children coming into the household.
…or so I would hope.
I wondered what my roommate was doing. She seemed genuinely happy for me that I might be sharing an apartment with my big brother. “He’s already someone you know and will feel perfectly safe with,” she had said, although I knew that she was jealous that I was spending the weekend in a really nice hotel and not a small university dorm room. She even made a nice little suggestion: “Since hotels inherently have pools, take a bikini.”
I smiled as I remembered what Michelle said about the bikini. Even though I owned a bikini, I rarely ever wore it, mostly because my breasts are just not large enough by society’s standards to truly wear a bikini. Michelle on the other hand, could fill out a bikini quite nicely and if it was a thong style bikini, she would need a big stick to beat away the people with big sticks.
However, as Michelle suggested, I did bring a bikini with me. As I put it into my carry-on bag that I was using for the weekend, I really doubted that I would wear it. But as I lay in bed, thinking about the fact that I was feeling more than just sibling love for my big brother, thinking ahead to the life we could share in our new apartment somewhere along the subway line which passes by the university, I was almost convinced that I should wear the bikini if for no other reason than just to see the smile upon his face. I was fairly certain that Andrew would smile if he saw me in a bikini.
Like most girls growing up, I had pleaded with our mother to buy me a bikini when I was very young. I wore bikini for the first time when I was in second grade, even though I was in the second grade, I was clearly being indoctrinated by the society (family members and their friends): The cutest girls wear bikinis when they go swimming.
As I navigated through the turbulence of puberty and tried to come to terms with the changes in my body, I was suddenly reluctant to wear a bikini, and Andrew had asked me about it in the past and then affirming that he liked how I looked in a bikini. His words and his fond gazes towards me soothed and comforted me. Yet my breasts never reached what general society would consider an “appropriate size” for a young woman, and while it subconsciously plagued me throughout middle school and high school and even to some extent during my first year at the university, and whenever I would speak with my big brother about my deep-rooted concerns, he had a way of making me feel much more comfortable in my own body.
Deciding at last that I should wear the bikini for him before he left the city, I finally got out of the bed, habitually reaching to the bedpost for the robe which was not there, then chiding myself with a soft smile, after all my big brother had seen me wearing similar sleepwear without a robe for many years and the temperature in the suite was definitely not cool enough for me to wear a robe.
When I finally emerged from the bedroom, the small coffeemaker in the suite had just enough life-affirming brew for me to enjoy a cup and help me wake up a little faster. As I poured a cup of Cappuccino, I could feel Andrew’s eyes upon me as he sat at the table with his laptop. “Good morning, sunshine!” he joked quietly as his eyes caressed me from across the room (The “Good morning, sunshine” was part of our typical banter growing up) However, his eyes caressing me was the evidence that I was not the only one in the suite who was starting to feel more than just familial love for a sibling.
After a while, we ultimately decided on three apartment complexes to visit, all in the same general area. The first two were nice but it was clear from the way we were treated that the landlords viewed us solely as rent checks.
The third place however, the complex with the enclosed patios and balconies – was both visually appealing and very strong on tenant service. It was indeed the type of place we were looking for, two bedrooms, fairly spacious and good layout. The only slight problem was whether we wanted to share a bathroom or not. In the end, the choice was made for us, in the time period in which we wanted to move in, there were only one-bathroom apartments available and that was fine with us after all, Andrew and I had shared a bathroom for most of our lives.
We signed the lease immediately, and then went to a local convenience store to buy a money order to pay the security deposit and the first month’s rent. When we finally left the complex, we were both smiling, as we would soon be living together again in a place just for us.
We stopped to get a late lunch at a small takeout restaurant nearby and walked across the street to a small park to eat there. We sat on a comfortable bench together eating, talking and watching the birds as an old man sitting on a bench nearby fed them breadcrumbs. There was definitely a unique pleasure in something so simple as watching someone feeding birds and even long after we had finished our sandwiches, Andrew and I continued to sit there and watched the birds clamoring for more crumbs and in the end when the old man had to leave because he was out of breadcrumbs.
…which left me alone with my big brother.
“We will need to get you some of your own furniture,” he said.
“I know, I’ve been thinking about it” I said, leaning against him.
Perhaps unknowingly, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and it immediately started feeling like last night except for the fact that we were wearing more clothing and were not in bed. I felt loved and cherished, I felt like a valuable person, a cherished woman who could truly bring him happiness simply by existing, simply by sharing a part of his life.
“Talking about furniture,” I said. “Given that you’re currently living in that tiny little studio, we’ll need to get some common-area furniture as well, like a sofa and a coffee table. We’ll probably need to get more dishes and silverware.”
“Oh yes, absolutely.” he said, patting my bare thigh with his free hand.
I glanced down, noticing how close his thumb was to the hem of my skirt. Idly, I was wondering if he meant to touch my leg so close to my skirt, or if it was just purely a coincidence. After a few moments, he seemed to realize just where he had (unintentionally?) placed his hand, and moved it to my knee.
I had to say something, “It’s okay” I assured him. “I honestly don’t mind. In fact, I find it… flattering.”
Our eyes met, and I smiled warmly at my big brother. His eyes which are almost identical to mine pierced me deeply and suddenly I found that I was breathless, like prey trapped in a corner, shrinking back in fear, heart violently pounding and the lungs completely unable to function. Yet I was not afraid at all even though my heart was pounding terribly fast and sounding so loudly that I can hear it in my ears, the fact that I was breathless from just a single look, especially a single look from him, from my big brother, shocked me in a pleasant way, giving me that warmth deep in my belly…
Andrew retracted his hand. “Let’s head back to the hotel,” he said softly. “It’s a little… exposed here.”
I understood his meaning. Clearly, a non-familial love was forming between us and for us to show our illicit affection for each other in public might create many problems.
“Yeah,” I agreed quietly. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o3ed6i/destined_siblings_chapter_1_mf_inc
Chapter 2 coming soon