Scared Sister Pt. 01: Astraphobia

Literotic asexstories – Scared Sister Pt. 01: Astraphobia by NateKhyrivon,NateKhyrivon [This is my first story posted on Literotica, but I have many more planned. Many of my stories, including this one, will be Brother-Sister incest stories, often with a romantic component. However, I do have plans for stories with non-incest storylines, but all have a non-traditional component.

Thank you for your interest in my works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing them.

Standard Disclaimer: All of my stories, including this one, are purely works of fiction, and any similarities to real world persons or events are purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual content are 18 years of age or older at the time such content occurs.]

“Nathan, I’m scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

The words my younger sister, Nicole, had been saying to me since she was four years old were a welcome sound I hadn’t heard in over four years.

*

The first time she had asked to sleep in my bed with me, I was thirteen years old. Our parents had gone out for the night, and it was pouring down rain. Until that point, Nicole had always sought comfort in our parents’ bed whenever there was a thunderstorm going on. The thunder always scared her, so she would hop out of bed at the first thunderclap and scamper to our parents’ bedroom and ask to sleep with them. But that night it was just the two of us. I reluctantly agreed, allowing her to snuggle into my chest and hold me tightly until she fell asleep. Ever since then, I had been her go-to person for comfort easing her fears.

Where we live, thunderstorms happen year-round, most frequently in spring and summer, but the occasional fall and winter storms do happen each year. And so, three to five times a month from April to September, and once or twice a month the rest of the year, I found myself being awakened by a little gremlin wanting to snuggle into my bed.

At first, I found it annoying, but after a few years I actually began to enjoy her company on such nights. It was never anything inappropriate, but I had grown to enjoy being the protective older brother.

When she was little, my parents thought it was cute, me comforting my baby sister. Plus, it meant they didn’t have to share their bed with her anymore. But when this continued, even after I had started college, they expressed their concerns to me.

I had been accepted to a university that was less than an hour drive from our house, so I (or rather my parents) decided that I should commute to school and stay at home to save money. Since they were paying for my college expenses, and letting me live in the house rent-free, I couldn’t really argue. However. After my first semester was over, my parents took me aside and told me that they were worried that, even though she was only nine at the time, since I had just turned eighteen, me sharing my bed with my sister might start to be inappropriate. I assured them that nothing like that would happen, that I liked being the protective brother, but that if it started to get awkward, I’d put an end to it.

For the next few years, nothing much changed. That was, until the summer after I graduated college. I was twenty-two at the time, and Nicole was a couple months away from her fourteenth birthday. I had been looking for a job nearby, and my bachelor’s degree in computer programming hadn’t paid off as well as I’d hoped in that aspect. I had received a few offers from jobs about an hour away, but I was intent on finding a job within driving distance of home for a few reasons:

First, my parents agreed to let me keep living there, provided I started paying rent once I got a job. That way I wouldn’t have to worry about other expenses, like food.

Secondly, I never really liked major changes, and moving out of my parents’ house felt like a daunting task.

But most of all, I didn’t want to leave Nicole alone with just our parents. They weren’t bad parents, in fact, they were great parents, but they could be annoyingly strict at times.

However, I eventually got a job offer that I couldn’t refuse. It was a well-paying job in the IT department in the office building of a corporation that designed parts for airplanes and such. I knew enough about computers to be able to diagnose and fix just about any issue anyone had, so it was a perfect job… with one exception: it was in a city over an hour drive away.

I spent the next two weeks debating my options, but in the end it was too good to pass up. I convinced one of my friends from college to get an apartment with me in the city where my job was. By the beginning of the third week of July, we had moved into our new apartment with a third roommate with whom we would eventually become good friends. Nicole and I wouldn’t share a bed again, at least not for the next four years.

*

The next four years were a strain on my family’s relationships. At first, I only visited home a few times a year, for birthday parties, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and New Years Eve. But when the Covid-24 pandemic hit, I was forced to stay at my apartment. My job was an “essential” job, so I kept going to work, being as safe as I could. After the government issued lock down was over, I still only saw them once or twice a year, and I always managed to avoid staying at my parents’ house when there was a thunderstorm coming.

Nicole and I kept in touch, talking once or twice a week, even through the quarantine, so it wasn’t like we grew apart.

However, just over four years after moving out of my parents house, I was forced to move back. My job had started laying people off, and I was one of the first to go. Around the same time, both my roommates decided to move into their own apartments with their significant others.

By the end of August that year, I had all my stuff moved back into my old room in my parents’ house. Despite having lived there since my sophomore year in high school, the house felt enormous compared to my apartment. The main floor of the house was a simple design consisting of the Living Room, with stairs leading up, a Dining Room, Kitchen, and the Master Bedroom. The L-Shape staircase in the living room led up to the upper floor with a bathroom straight ahead and my bedroom to the left, and Nicole’s to the right.

The first couple weeks after moving back were busy: I found a job at a nearby warehouse (which paid well but wasn’t really what I wanted to do), and Nicole’s eighteenth birthday was the following weekend.

At her birthday party, which was just a simple gathering of some of her friends and our nearby family, I realized that she had truly grown into a beautiful woman.

I was lounging by our parents’ in-ground pool in my swim trunks, watching her and her friends horsing around in the water. I hadn’t seen her in a swimsuit in years, so it was a shock just how much she had changed. She was wearing a red two-piece bikini that barely covered her now coconut sized breasts. Her light-brown hair was tide up in a ponytail. Her pink cheeks accented her cute round face, and her perky pink lips. Her green eyes shimmered in the sunlight and her peach skin seemed to glisten as the water rolled off it.

“See something you like?” Nicole teased as she floated over to the side of the pool nearest me.

“Nah,” I replied, “Just my baby sister splashing in the water.”

“Obviously you like something you’re looking at,” she glanced at my crotch. Without realizing it, my dick had begun to tent pole my swim suit. I felt my cheeks turn hot as I sat up in a futile attempt to hide my erection.

“That’s not, I mean, I just…”

Nicole giggled at my embarrassment, then splashed me, “Since when have you been such a perv?”

The first splash of cold water did little to ease my hard on.

“Oh, that’s it,” I said, standing up with a grin, “You’ll regret taking on your big brother,” I jumped into the pool and began chasing Nicole around. We’d done this often when she was younger, she’d splash me to get me into the pool, then I’d chase her, always letting her “slip through my grasp”. The last times we’d done this, was less than a year before I’d moved away, on her thirteenth birthday. Back then, she was just starting to come into her womanhood.

This time, as I wrapped my arms around her to “catch” her, even though my arms were just loose enough she could have broken away easily, she stopped and turned to face me. Staring into my eyes, she said, “Oh no. You’ve finally caught me. What are you going to do to me now?” the way she said it, staring into my eyes, smiling… if she hadn’t been my sister, I’d think she was goading me into kissing her. Despite the cold water, my erection started to return. Being so close to such a beautiful, nearly naked woman… It should have felt wrong because she was my sister. It DID feel wrong because she was my sister. But my dick didn’t know that. Or rather it didn’t care. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Fortunately, Nicole had other plans:

“Just kidding!” she yelled childishly, leaping backwards, breaking through my faltering grasp and back stroking across the pool. Everyone laughed, even me, and she and her friends got back to splashing each other, playing around in the water.

I got out, and got a towel to dry off before I went back into the house. As I started to leave the poolside, I turned to take one more look at my sister in her swimsuit. I don’t know why I did. Or rather, I didn’t know then. But as I did, she looked at me and smiled. Or was it a wink? I couldn’t really tell.

*

The rest of the week went by relatively normally. I got into the routine of getting up early, around 5, being at work by 6:30, getting off at 3, and being home by 3:45.

Our parents both worked 9-5 jobs in town, so they were both usually still asleep when I woke up, and got home around 5:30 or 6.

Nicole was a freshman at the same University I’d gone to, so she was also commuting, as I had. She was usually home by 6 or 7. Sometimes we hung out and watched a movie or a few episodes of a TV show together after she got home, other days we’d just do our own thing. But by 9 pm I was always in bed.

*

It was the Thursday after Nicole’s birthday party, and a thunderstorm was passing through. I’d thought she would have gotten over her fear of thunder by now. But apparently, I was wrong. At the first clap of thunder, I heard her door across the hall open. I didn’t hear her footsteps as I had when she was younger, but my door slowly opened.

“Nathan, I’m scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Nicole stood in my doorway, as she always had, waiting for an invitation. She was wearing the light pink t-shirt she usually slept in, and a pair of light blue nylon panties, and nothing else. While her chest was fully covered, the outline of her breasts was visible, even in the darkness illuminated only by the glow of my alarm clock which read 9:47 pm.

I smiled, but had to at least try to maintain the façade that I didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as my sexy baby sister, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I doubt Mom and Dad would approve, either.”

She looked genuinely surprised, and a little hurt, at my reluctance, “Please, Nathan, you know how scary these storms are for me. Besides, you get up for work before Mom and Dad. I’ll go back to my bedroom when you do, and they’ll never know. Please.”

Well, I tried.

“Fine,” I feigned exasperation, “Just this once.”

Even in the dark, I could see the smile on Nicole’s face as she quietly, but quickly tiptoed over to the side of my bed, and crawled under the covers with me.

Unlike when she was little, having my baby sister snuggle up to my chest now felt very intimate. I was wearing only a pair of sweat pants, no underwear or shirt, so when she nuzzled her face into my neck, pressed her very womanly chest against mine, and draped her leg over mine as I lay on my back, my cock began to stand at attention.

She laid her head on my right arm, which was around her, protectively, and her right arm rested gently against my chest. We were in the same position we had always been when she would sleep in my bed. Me protecting her, her snuggling close. But now, it felt more like laying in bed with a lover, despite knowing full well she was my sister.

I looked down at her cute face, and she looked up to meet my gaze.

“Thank you, Nathan,” she said, as she always had, “You’re the best big brother ever,” then laid her head back down and closed her eyes.

I closed mine too, expecting, hoping that she would fall asleep soon. However, just before I fell asleep myself, I felt her readjusting her legs. She slid closer, one leg under my right leg, one leg over it. And her crotch was pressed right against the side of my leg. I tried to remain still, to pretend I was asleep. But when she began to grind her panty-clad pussy against my leg, my cock stood once again at full mast, tent poling my sweat pants.

I felt Nicole’s hand slide down my chest and gently start caressing my erection over top of my pants. She whispered into my ear, “I knew it was me you were looking at in the pool last weekend.”

I gasped as she wrapped her hand around my shaft with only the fabric of my sweats between her hand and my cock. She began stroking it gently as she continued grinding into my leg.

“Nicole,” I said quietly, turning onto my side so my member slipped from her grasp, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

She kissed my cheek gently, smiling, “Doing what? I’m just snuggling tight into my big brother’s protective arms to help me ignore the thunder.”

She pressed her chest tight against mine, again nuzzling my neck. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. Our legs entwined, and our crotches made contact, her panty-clad pussy against my sweats-covered hard-on.

“As long as that’s all it is,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest, “I suppose its fine.”

“That’s all it is,” Nicole lied with a smile, pushing her hips tight against mine. She kissed my neck sensually, and my hips responded by pushing back against hers.

Eventually, we settled into a comfortable rhythm. Our chests were pressed tight together, her face was buried in the crook of my neck, and our groins were pushing back and forth against each other. First, her pussy would push hard against my erection, pushing my hips back. Then I’d push forward, feeling her pussy lips trying to envelop my cock through our clothes. Then she’d push again.

We lay there for what felt like hours, continuing our slow, sexual see-saw, back and forth, enjoying every moment. Tiny, quiet moans and gasps filled the room, as we lay enraptured in our enjoyment of each other. Several times, Nicole would lean back, close her eyes, and moan louder. When she did, I could feel her pussy spasming, and her body tremble, then settle down, and begin rocking against me again. Eventually, after who knows how long, I could feel my own orgasm building. As I did, I began pushing longer and harder against my baby sister’s sex, moaning louder with each push.

“SHHH”, She said, giggling quietly, and put a hand over my mouth. She began to move her crotch quick and hard against my bulge, and I sped up as well. Soon, the intensity was overwhelming, and I looked into Nicole’s eyes. She was smiling bigger than I’d ever seen. With one final push my climax burst forth into my pants. Wave after wave of warm white streams covered my crotch, some even soaking through the fabric.

As my orgasm faded, I could hear Nicole still giggling softly. My mind began to fade as sleep overcame me. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Nicole whispering in my ear, “Thanks, Nathan. You’re the best big brother.”

*

The alarm on my phone went off at 4:55, like usual for a workday. Nicole sat up sleepily as I got out of bed.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“It’s time for me to get ready for work,” I replied, kissing her on the forehead.

“Already?” she asked, groggily.

“Come on, Nikki,” I said, using her kid name for the first time in years, “I’ll help you back to your own room.”

“Okay, Nate,” she replied as I half-carried her across the hall, “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“Always,” I replied softly.

I laid her down on her bed and covered her up. As I turned to leave, Nicole held my hand, as if she were trying to stop me.

“Nathan,” she paused, and her words began to slur, “I… looove youuu.”

And like that she was asleep again.

“I love you, too, sis,” I replied, kissing her cheek.

I left her room, closed the door, showered, got dressed, went down to the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the bunch we always had hanging on one of those metal banana holders, and headed out to my car.

Of the four vehicles we had, my car was the oldest. It was an old Buick sedan from about thirty years ago, which our grandparents had given me when I turned sixteen. My mom drove a minivan that my parents had bought new when they found out they were pregnant with my sister. My dad drove a Blue Ford Mustang that he had bought used when his old pickup truck started to give out. Finally, Nicole’s car was the newest of them, a Green Ford Focus ST given to her as a gift from our parents when she started college earlier that year. It was a few years old, but still in great shape. Mom and Dad kept their vehicles in the garage, so Nicole and I had to keep ours in the driveway.

It was a brisk morning, the sun was still not up yet, but the rain had passed. A heavy dew covered the grass, and the smell of wet ground hung heavy in the air. As I started my car and pulled out of the driveway, my mind raced back to the previous night. The events of our “snuggling” replayed over and over my whole drive to work, but as I pulled into the parking lot, I forced myself to start focusing on work. The day seemed to drag on and on forever. I had this sense of anticipation. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days, so when 3:00 finally came, I was ready to go.

I didn’t know why I was in such a hurry. It was as if I were expecting something to happen when I got home, but I knew that nothing would. Nicole wouldn’t be home for another few hours, and even so, the events of the previous night were just a one-time occurrence. Right? I had told her that it was just this once. So even if there were another storm tonight, which wasn’t on the forecast, she wouldn’t be coming to my room. And even if she did, was I actually looking forward to… a repeat performance? Wanting it?

I arrived home at 3:39, well before I normally did. I parked in my usual spot in the driveway, leaving enough room that my parents could pull in around my car, and Nicole would park on the other side of the driveway. I went inside, made myself a turkey, ham, cheese, lettuce, and tomato sandwich, turned on the TV in the living room as I sat down on the couch, and searched our various streaming services for something interesting to watch. Once I’d settled on something, I sat back and started to eat. About forty minutes later, I heard a car door close outside.

The garage door hadn’t opened, so it wasn’t one of my parents coming home early. Which left Nicole. Why was she home so early?

The front door opened, and my sister half-skipped into the house. Without a word, she made her way into the living room, tossed her bookbag next to the stairs, sat down next to me on the couch, and leaned over onto my shoulder and closed her eyes.

“You’re home early,” I said matter-of-factly.

“It’s Friday,” She replied without opening her eyes, “My last class of the day is boring, and we weren’t going to be doing anything important, so I turned my report in before class and told my professor I had an emergency at home I had to attend to.”

“What’s the emergency?” I asked, feigning obliviousness.

Nikki opened her eyes and glared up at me. I smiled back, looking into her eyes.

“I just wanted to get home before Mom and Dad,” she said, smiling. She pulled my arm over to her and hugged it like a pillow, nuzzling into my shoulder. Her cheeks turned light pink as she said, “Thank you for last night.”

My face began to feel warm as well, “You’re Welcome.”

We sat there for a few minutes in silence, watching the TV, or pretending to. I wasn’t really paying attention to it, just enjoying the moment.

“You know,” Nicole broke the silence, “It was hard for me, after you left. Every time a storm came through…”

“I’m sorry, Nicole,” I apologized sincerely, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Nicole looked up at me, “You didn’t. I understood that you had to leave, to try and make a life for yourself away from Mom and Dad. I just… missed you… your protection… your warmth.”

I looked down at my sister. Her beautiful green eyes were beginning to tear up. I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug and kissed her forehead, “I missed you, too. The first time a storm came through where I was, I half-expected you to come into my room.”

My sister nuzzled into my chest, “I did come into your room, but you weren’t here. I still snuggled under your covers, held onto your pillow. I cried so hard that night, Nate. I needed my big brother, and you weren’t here.”

I tightened my hug, “I’m sorry it was so hard for you. It was actually hard for me, too. I’d been used to your company during thunderstorms, and found that I couldn’t sleep without you there. I’d hoped you’d get over your fear, be okay on your own, but I guess that’s easier said than done.”

“Nate,” Nicole gazed into my eyes, as if I were some wondrous thing, “I…” she paused for a couple seconds, then diverted her gaze, “I’m glad you’re home.”

I smiled, “Me too.”

We sat there for a minute or so, then Nicole shimmied out of my embrace. “I’m going to take a shower before Mom and Dad get home.” She again half-skipped across the room to the stairs and vanished around the bend in the staircase.

I was elated, for some reason. Our short dialogue had felt so much more intimate than what we’d done the night before, even though it was far more appropriate for siblings. Maybe because it wasn’t just a carnal, physical act, but rather a truly emotional, meaningful one. Instead of a simply physical act to satiate a primal desire, we had begun to truly bond, more so than we had since I moved back.

Before I had moved out, Nikki and I had been as close as any two siblings of our age difference should be. We occasionally watched TV together, and she sometimes snuggled against my arm as she had just done. However, apart from a few TV shows, our other interests differed widely. I had been into Older Rock and Roll and Classic Metal, while Nicole had been into what they’ve been calling “Nu Alt” rock, (which is basically a revival of the Alternative rock from the 90s). I’d been (and still am) big into playing video games, while Nikki had preferred going out with her friends to the mall, or the movies. Sometimes if there was a movie coming out that we both wanted to see, we’d see it together. We used to talk about our lives with each other, discuss what was going on at school, or with our friends. I even talked to her about my girlfriends, whenever I’d had one, and she’d always give me the biggest hug whenever I’d broken up with them. I guess I’d never realized it, but she had been there for me, as I’d always tried to be there for her.

The sound of the garage door snapped me out of my thoughts. I realized that I’d been staring at the Netflix menu for the last half hour, lost in my thoughts. I turned off the TV, rinsed off my plate from my sandwich and placed it in the dishwasher just as my mom came into the kitchen from the garage.

“Hey,” She said casually. “Is your sister home already?”

I started to make a sarcastic remark about her car driving itself, but thought better of it and just said, “She’s upstairs.”

“Is she feeling okay?” Mom asked, “It’s not like her to skip class.”

I shrugged, “Do you want me to go check up on her?”

“Well, if she didn’t say anything to you when she came home, she’s probably fine,” Mom shrugged it off. “She’s an adult now, so she can make her own decisions when it comes to school.”

“Okay,” I replied, nonchalantly, then headed upstairs to my bedroom. The rest of the day was kind of dull, everything back to normal. Dad got home a few minutes later, I played GTA for a while, then we all ate dinner together and went to bed.

There was no thunderstorm that night, or any night for the next few weeks. Apart from the occasional smile, a side glance when nobody was looking, or a hug that lasted a little longer than usual, things seemed to be back to normal. That was, until the first week in October.

It was Monday after work, and I was in my room scrolling through social media on my phone. Suddenly there was a knock on my door.

“Nate,” Nicole’s voice broke my concentration, “Can I come in?”

I sat up on the side of my bed, “It’s open.”

My door opened slowly. Nicole stood there, still standing in the hallway outside my room. She’d obviously just gotten home from school, as she was dressed in her typical V-neck Tee and Tight-fit Jeans combo.

“Can we talk?” she asked timidly.

“Of course,” I replied, patting the bed next to me, “Come on in.”

My baby sister came in slowly, and closed the door behind her. She sat on the bed next to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well,” she started slowly, “You’ve heard about the hurricane that’s coming through here next weekend, right?”

It was near the end of hurricane season, and the sixth hurricane of the year was due to make landfall in a day or so. By the time it would reach as far inland as we were, it would only be a large rainstorm.

“Don’t worry, Nikki,” I reassured her, “By the time it reaches us it won’t be a hurricane anymore, just a lot of rain.”

“And Thunder…” she added.

“Possibly,” I replied, “Is that what you’re worried about?”

She nodded.

I wrapped an arm around her and slid close to her, “Don’t worry, baby sis. I’ll be here for you.” She looked into my eyes as I held her. I smiled, trying to reassure her.

“But, um,” she looked away as her face started to turn red, “last time you said it would only be that once. Like you didn’t want me to bother you about this again…”

“Oh, Nikki,” the words escaped my mouth, “you’ve never bothered me. Honestly, I was glad when you came to my room last time. And…” I felt my face turning red, “I enjoyed the… company…”

Nikki smiled, “Really? It wasn’t… weird… for you… for us to… um…”

“Snuggle?” I suggested.

“You know what I mean,” She nearly shouted.

I winced at her harsh tone.

“Sorry,” she said, closing her eyes, and taking a long breath.

“Nikki,” I shifted, taking both her hands in mine, “It wasn’t weird for me. What was weird, was knowing it should have felt weird when it didn’t. Maybe it’s because we’ve always been close. Maybe it’s something else. But I’m glad you felt comfortable with me that night.”

“I really did,” she said, now looking into my eyes again, “And you seemed to enjoy it, too. Which is why it confused me with what you said the next day, that you’d hoped I’d gotten over my fear of Thunder… It felt like you were saying you didn’t want me coming to your room again…”

“That’s not what I meant,” I replied, “At all. I mean, when I was away, I wanted you to feel safe. It felt like I was abandoning you, and I wanted you to be okay on your own. I didn’t know I’d be coming back to live here. It took me a long time to get used to sleeping alone during thunderstorms. But now that I’m back here… The other night… I realized just how much I’d missed it. And not just because of our… snuggling… but just knowing you were safe in my arms.”

Nikki’s eyes started to tear up, “Really?” she asked.

“Really,” I replied.

Suddenly, my baby sister leaned over and wrapped her arms around me, giving me the tightest hug she’d ever given me. “You really are the best, big brother.”

I hugged her back. We sat there, holding each other tightly for a moment. Then, Nicole started kissing my neck. Sensually. Instinctively, I kissed hers, too. Elation coursed through my body like electricity, and found its way to my dick. And just like that, I was fully erect.

As suddenly as she’d started, Nicole stopped kissing and pulled back, “I’m sorry, Nathan. I… I didn’t mean to…”

I placed my hand on her arm, gently, and smiled, “It’s okay, Nikki. That was nice.”

“But we shouldn’t be doing it,” she retorted, “You’re my brother. I’m your sister.” Now she was grinning at me, “Siblings shouldn’t be acting like that. Snuggling is okay when you’re comforting me during a thunderstorm, that’s just being a good big brother. But we can’t do anything more than that. Because it would be wrong. Inappropriate. Understand?”

I smiled, hiding my mild disappointment, “I think so.”

“Good,” She said with a smile, “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

She kissed my cheek sweetly, platonically, and then left my room, closing the door behind her.

I thought I knew what she meant. What we did last time, that was all we would do. Despite our obvious shared feelings for each other, we couldn’t act on them. It would be wrong. And depending on how far it went, it could be illegal. Incest. And that wasn’t something she was willing to do. “Snuggling” like we did before, that would be okay. It wasn’t truly sex, and so wasn’t Incest. Wasn’t illegal. And so that is all we would do. That was all Nicole would be okay with. And I was fine with that. As long as we were on the same page.

We weren’t.

*

The next few days were back to normal, for the most part. While she never said anything unusual to me, I would catch her staring and smiling at me from time to time. Sometimes she’d divert her gaze, and pretend she wasn’t looking at me. Other times, she’d grin and wink at me before looking away.

Mom and Dad didn’t seem to notice, although they seemed to be more and more distracted lately. I noticed that since I’d been living back home, they seemed more distant from each other than I’d remembered. Dad was almost always on his computer when he was home, playing one game or another. Mom was often watching TV on her own, or sometimes on her laptop, browsing social media. They didn’t seem to be mad at each other or anything, so I’d decided not to question it. After all, the less they paid attention to us, the more freedom we had.

I wasn’t exactly sure why, but I was anxious for the weekend to get here. The remnants of the hurricane that was supposed to hit the coast that week was predicted to pass through our area late on Friday, with the chance of thunderstorms forming. The storms would be gone by Monday morning, but that meant three nights where Nicole would probably come to my room.

On Wednesday, the news channels were reporting that the storm had made landfall overnight. It wasn’t a strong storm, and it was reasonably slow moving. On Thursday, it looked like the storm might actually completely dissipate before it reached us. However, when it started to rain Friday evening, I knew we’d have at least one night together.

*

Friday night, I laid in bed, listening to the rain on the roof. It was soft, but pleasant. I had been listening for any signs of thunder. It had been about half an hour since I went to bed, and I had yet to hear anything. I was starting to think this storm was going to pass without thunder, as such storms caused by hurricanes often do.

However, a low rumble outside soon reassured me. It was soft, distant. If it was too far off, would Nicole even be scared enough to seek comfort?

“Nathan,” Nikki called softly as she opened my door a crack. I had my answer, “I’m scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

As she stood in the doorway, I could see she was dressed in her usual T-Shirt and Panties. My dick instantly began to stiffen.

“Of course,” I replied, pulling back the covers for her. She closed my door behind her, crept over, and slid into bed with me. As she did, she made a point of pressing her breasts into my side and chest, then kissed my cheek. The kiss was slightly more than a peck, and very close to my mouth. If I had turned less than an inch, our lips would have touched.

“Thank you, Nate. You’re the best big brother.”

She wrapped her arms around me as I pulled the covers over us. I looked into her eyes, which were staring up at me as she wrapped her legs around mine as I lay on my back. I returned her embrace, holding her gently in my arms.

Laying on my back, with my sister humping my leg and pushing her breasts against me, my erection was so hard it had begun to ache. I was about to turn onto my side, like I had before, when Nicole started shimmying up my side, slowly.

“What are you doing?” I asked, playfully.

“Snuggling,” was all Nicole said.

She shimmied until she was completely on top of me, my rock-hard cock nestled against her vulva with only my sweats and her panties between us. I thought she would start grinding on me, like before, but to my surprise, and pleasure, she lifted her hips up, and grabbed my dick with her hand. Even though I still had pants between her hand and my cock, the sensation of having my baby sister holding my cock sent electricity through my body.

She lowered her hips down a bit, and began to rub the tip of my cloth clad cock against her panty protected pussy.

“Nicole…” I moaned, “Nikki… what are…” I could barely think, the sensation was overwhelming.

“Snuggling,” She repeated, then aimed my cock at her pussy and pushed down hard with her hips.

The pants I was wearing were so loose that, with her hand around my dick, they might as well have been a cloth condom. And the panties my sister was wearing were so thin, I could have swore I heard the fabric begin to tear as she bore down onto my cock. She hugged me tight, pressing her breasts into my chest as her pussy pushed hard onto my erection as if trying to force it through my clothes. She whispered into my ear, “Snuggle with me.”

I pushed my hips up, matching her intensity, and I actually felt myself pushing into her, barely. It was just the tip of my cock, nestled between her labia, our clothing keeping me from going any further in, but it was enough.

“Don’t stop,” Nicole whispered.

I began to push up again, as she pushed down. The feeling was like nothing I’d experienced.

I’d had a few girlfriends in the past, even did some dirty things with them, but we never seemed to progress beyond more than manual and oral stimulation. So laying there, dry humping with my baby sister, was the closest I’d ever come to actual intercourse.

We began pushing up and down, similar to our back and forth from the previous stormy night, but this felt so much better. More sensual. More intimate. More…

“Oooohhhhhfffffffffuck!” Nicole cried out as her body began to shake uncontrolably. She clamped both her hands over her own mouth, obviously just as surprised as I was at her outburst. However, her body kept shaking. I held her tightly as the motion of her body stimulated my cock in ways I’d never felt, my own orgasm building.

When her orgasm ceased, she rolled off of me, looking into my eyes, smiling, trying not to make a sound. My cock was harder than ever, having been prevented from reaching my own climax. We laid there for a few minutes in silence, listening for any signs that either of our parents had heard her. She had been so loud, they must have heard her. But nothing happened. The rain outside was coming down hard, so perhaps they really didn’t hear her. Suddenly, we saw a lightening flash from outside my window. Nicole winced and held me tightly waiting for the…

*Cra Cra BOOM!*

Nicole held onto me tighter than before, so tight it hurt. I turned onto my side and held her tightly in my arms. She nuzzled hard into my chest. As the thunder passed, she looked up at me again, and began giggling, “I can’t believe Mom and Dad didn’t hear me.”

“I’m just glad they didn’t,” I replied.

Nicole snuggled her hips close to mine again, and since my erection still hadn’t flagged, my cock began poking at her mound.

“Oh?” she asked, reaching down with her hand, and taking hold of my shaft once again, still over my pants, “Did my outburst prevent you from… um… finishing?”

“Well… I mean…” I could barely think with her holding onto my member, “I was close… when you rolled off of me.” My face was very hot now.

“I’m sorry, Nate. What can I do to… help you… to finish?” Nicole was looking right into my eyes as she slowly fondled my pants-covered cock, “I’m too… tired… to get back on top,” she rolled onto her back and slightly spread her legs, “But if you want to… snuggle… on top of me…”

My heart began pounding in my chest. Did my sister really just suggest what I thought she had? Was she really asking me to…

“Come on, big bro, I need you to… snuggle… with me…” her hips began writhing as she spoke, “to help me… sleep through the thunder.”

I didn’t need more encouragement than that. I rolled over on top of my baby sister, careful not to put my full weight on her, and positioned myself between her legs, my protuberance pushing on her pussy through my pants and her panties. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me tight against her, moaning as she did. I began grinding my manhood against her pussy, pushing hard as I did, Nicole closed her eyes, moaning

“Oh, Nathan…” she said, a little louder than I’d have liked, but not as loud as before. She lightly grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it up to her neck, pretending to be stretching, exposing her wonderful bosom to the room. I knew she had a beautiful pair, but I had never seen them bare until that moment. Not only were they magnificently shaped, even lying on her back, but her perky pink nipples were perfect, too, just about the size of a quarter, maybe a little bigger, perfectly round, as if her chest had been fashioned by a master sculptor.

The divine sight pushed me into overdrive as I began intensely pushing my cock against her pussy, over and over, as if trying to force my rock,-hard cock through the fabric separating us and penetrate her pussy. I had no doubt that if I had actually been inside her, actually been fucking her, I would have cum already. But my sweat pants were stifling the sensation. However, after a few minutes, I felt my orgasm building once again. As I neared my peak, I could see Nicole’s face, she was not only smiling bigger than I’d ever seen her, but she was panting, and moaning. Her pants grew louder as I neared my climax, and I knew she was close, too.

“OH, Nathan! Ohhhhh FFFFFFFFUCK!” she cried out again, louder than before, as her body began spasming once more.

Somehow, the thought that we might get caught didn’t stifle the moment, but only intensified it. I kept humping my sister, pushing toward my peak until…

“OooohhhhhFUCK!” I tried to hold back my vocalization, but to no avail. My body trembled as wave after wave of semen soaked my sweatpants, some of it leaking through the fabric and spreading all over my sister’s panties. I collapsed on top of Nicole, who wrapped her arms tightly around me, giggling. I rolled us to the side, so I didn’t suffocate her, and just lay there, hugging my sister tight.

As we lay there in post-orgasm bliss, our faces inches from each other, we shushed each other, trying to not make a sound, listening for our parents, hoping they hadn’t heard us.

They hadn’t.

After about five minutes, Nikki whispered, “That was awesome. Thanks, Nathan. You’re the best big brother ever.”

She gave me a quick peck on the lips, then snuggled into my chest. Her breasts were still uncovered, bare, pressing into my chest. I could feel every breath she took. I held her so tightly, gently but firm. We held each other close, like the lovers we had become, and drifted off to sleep.

*

My eyes opened slowly. It was Saturday morning. The rain outside had slowed to barely a drizzle. I could still feel Nicole nuzzled against my chest and neck. I gently stroked her back, lovingly, and kissed her forehead.

My sister tightened her grip on me, pulling me close, pushing her still-bare breasts tight against my chest. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, smiling.

“Good morning, big brother,” she said in a sultry tone.

“Good morning, little sister,” I replied, smiling back.

We laid there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, enjoying each other’s touch.

“We should probably get up soon, before Mom and Dad wonder where we are,” I said, reluctantly.

“They probably won’t be up for a while,” Nicole replied, looking away, then nuzzling my neck, “They don’t usually get up until about ten on Saturdays.”

As if the universe wanted to contradict her every word, we heard one of the doors from downstairs slam closed, then the garage door, which was loud enough to be heard throughout the house, opened. We heard it close again.

“You were saying?” I snarked.

“Dad probably had to go into work,” Nicole suggested, “He’s been going in on Saturdays more often lately. Something about the plant being short staffed.”

Our dad worked at a chemical processing plant of some kind. I had never been very interested in what he did, so I never really knew what kind of chemicals or anything. I HAD noticed that he’d been working a lot more than he used to since I got back, though.

“Nate, Nikki,” Mom called from the bottom of the stairs, “Can you come down here, please?”

“Be down in a minute,” I yelled back.

Nicole was trying her hardest to not burst out laughing, and so was I.

“Nikki,” My mom yelled again, then waited a few seconds, “Nate, can you wake your sister up and tell her to come down?”

“Sure, Mom,” I replied, trying to sound annoyed.

Nicole started giggling softly as we lay there, still pressed together like lovers. I started to get up, but Nicole held me close, not letting me move. I looked at her and started to say something, when she kissed me. On the lips. Not just a peck like the night before, but a full-on, romantic kiss.

“Just snuggling,” she said when she broke the kiss, “go on, Mom’s waiting.”

I reluctantly threw the covers back, and slipped out of my sister’s grasp. As I stood up, Nikki looked at her chest. “Oops,” she said, playfully, and pulled her shirt down, covering her glorious bosom, “My brother shouldn’t be seeing those.” She winked at me as she sat up.

I changed into a pair of boxers, slid on some jeans and a T-shirt, then brushed my hair, which was more of a mess than usual, and left my room, looking back at Nicole as she stood up and straightened herself up. I stepped into the hall and looked down the stairs. Mom was gone, so I motioned to Nicole the coast was clear. I knocked on her bedroom door, then opened it as she quickly and quietly slipped through it.

“Nicole,” I said, as if trying to wake her up, “Mom wants to talk to us downstairs.”

“Tell her I’ll be down in a minute,” she nearly yelled, smiling at me, trying to sound annoyed, “Now shoo, I can’t get dressed with you in my room.”

She winked as she closed the door in my face. I did my best not to burst out laughing. I trotted down the stairs and into the living room. The living room had a sectional couch and two recliners, one for each parent. My mom was sitting in her recliner, dressed in a simple T-shirt and a pair of jeans, a dour expression on her face. I sat on one end of the couch.

“Nicole said she’d be down in a bit,” I said, “What’s up?”

“We’ll wait for your sister,” she replied coldly.

As if on cue, Nikki bounced down the stairs wearing a loose light pink T-shirt and a pair of green shorts that only covered half her thighs.

“What’s up Mo… ohhh,” she paused, mid-sentence upon seeing the look on Mom’s face. She sat on the far end of the sectional, “What’s going on?”

“I need you two to tell me the truth,” Mom said sternly.

My heart sank. She HAD heard our screams last night. Damn it!

“Mom,” I began, “I can…”

“What do you mean?” Nikki cut me off, shooting me a worried, yet stern glance.

“Something’s going on, and I want to know what it is,” Mom replied.

“I… We…” I stammered, only held back by Nicole’s gaze.

“Your father’s having an affair, isn’t he?” Mom asked.

My heart nearly stopped, both relieved and surprised at the same time.

“What?” Nikki and I asked simultaneously.

“How should I know?” I asked.

“It does seem possible,” Nicole stated.

I shot Nicole a questioning glance.

“I knew it!” Mom said accusingly, “All these ‘work emergencies’ are nothing but an excuse to go see…. whoever he’s with!”

“You know,” Nicole said with a smirk, “There is one way you could find out for sure if he’s at work.”

“I should go down there and talk with his boss,” Mom stated, as if it were her idea, “I think I’ll do that… Although I better wait a bit, your father just left, so I should probably wait until he’d be at the plant.”

“I wouldn’t do anything rash,” I said, “If it’s just the work thing, that’s pretty thin evidence of cheating.”

Nicole shot me the same questioning look I’d just given her. Obviously we were on two different pages, because if I didn’t know better it would have seemed like she was actually TRYING to get Mom to think Dad was cheating.

“It’s not just that,” Mom replied, “he’s been pulling away emotionally more and more. At first I thought it was just stress from work, but even when we’re… close… he seems distant, like he’d rather be somewhere else.”

“Or with someone else?” Nicole asked.

I gave her a sideways glance again. She really was trying to drive a wedge between our parents.

“You’re right,” Mom said, “I should go talk to his boss.” She stood up and went over to the door to the garage, through the kitchen, grabbing her purse off the counter, “Thanks, kids. I’ll be back in a few hours.” She went into the garage, and we heard the garage door open.

As the garage door began closing, Nicole started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, “Why are you trying to convince Mom that Dad was cheating?”

Nicole slowly stopped laughing, and she looked a bit hurt, “I’m sorry, Nate. I just saw a chance to spend some time alone with my big brother, and I took it. Besides, if Mom thinks Dad’s cheating already, there’s nothing we could say to convince her otherwise. She’d have ended up going to talk to his boss either way, I just sped up the process.”

“She could have just called Dad’s work and asked to speak to his boss,” I pointed out.

Nicole cocked her head quizzically for a few seconds, then said, “I didn’t think of that.”

“Apparently neither did Mom,” I noted, smiling, “In any case, I wouldn’t mind spending more alone time with my little sister.”

Nikki’s face lit up, “I hoped you’d say that. I saw this movie on Netflix the other day, and hoped we could watch it together.”

“Okay,” I replied, curious to see what she had in mind.

“Yay!,” Nikki nearly hopped up and down with joy, “You make some popcorn, I’ll set up the TV.”

I went into the kitchen and made some popcorn (which our parents kept plenty of on hand). When I returned to the living room, Nikki had moved the coffee table to the side and arranged pillows and throw blankets on the floor in front of the couch, facing the TV. She was sitting on one of the blankets, leaning back with a pillow between her and the couch.

“I thought this would make it more enjoyable,” she said with a wink.

“Did you plan this ahead of time?” I asked, both impressed and intrigued.

Nicole grinned, “The movie, yes. The blankets and pillows I just thought of as I was loading the movie on the TV.”

I sat down next to her, placing the bowl of popcorn between us.

“So, what movie are we watching?”

Nikki grinned, “Labyrinth.”

We both started laughing as I leaned over and wrapped my arm around my little sister. Labyrenth was Nikki’s favorite movie, ever since our parents made us watch it when we were younger. It was also during a rainy weekend and she had snuggled next to me while we watched it, since it was still thundering. Now we were again snuggled together during a rainy weekend, watching my sister’s favorite movie. Although this time, it felt more like an at-home date than a simple movie with my sister.

For the first hour or so of the movie Nikki and I snuggled close, ate popcorn, and enjoyed the movie. Once the popcorn was gone, Nicole sat the bowl aside and then laid on her stomach in front of me, her head turned to the side to still watch the movie.

“Nathan, would you mind giving me a back massage?” She asked, “I’ve felt really stiff today for some reason.”

“Sure,” I replied.

I used to give her back massages all the time when we were younger, so it didn’t feel like a strange request at the time. I got onto my knees next to her and began massaging her shoulders and neck, then slowly moved down her back. When I reached her lower back I stopped moving lower, and began to massage back toward her shoulders.

“Lower,” Nicole said, her head still turned toward the TV. I massaged back down to her lower back, then kept massaging there.

“Lower,” she repeated. I massaged slightly lower, until my hands were just above her butt.

“Lower,” she said for a third time.

“Nikki,” I started to protest, but she turned her head to face me and glared.

“Lower,” she nearly growled, but was grinning as she did. I slowly began massaging her plump bottom and she turned her head back toward the TV.

“Oh, yeah,” Nicole moaned as I moved my hands around her butt, massaging all around. For about a minute she sighed and moaned as I fondled her rear. I could feel my erection growing uncontrollably as I rubbed my sister’s backside. Then she said something that pushed me to rock hard, “Pull down my shorts.”

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded.

Nicole turned to face me again, “You can massage better without my shorts in the way.”

Her logic was impeccable.

“Are you sure?” I asked another stupid question. Nicole just glared at me.

“Okay,” I replied to her unstated command. I warily slid her shorts down. Suddenly I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. As I did, she lifted her hips off the ground so I could pull her pants all the way down, and then she spread her legs just slightly. When her shorts reached her knees, she fully laid down again.

“That’s low enough,” she said. My erection throbbed in my shorts as I ogled my sister’s naked ass. It was flawless; not a bump or a blemish. Her legs were still slightly spread, and from where I was kneeling by her legs I had a clear view of her slit. Her labia was just as perfect as her ass was.

“Ahem,” Nicole wiggled her butt as she grinned at me, “It’s a massage, not a peep show, Brother.”

The way she said “Brother” was both accusing and sexy. I know it shouldn’t have, but it just made my erection even harder.

“Sorry,” I replied, blushing. I placed my hands on her bare bottom for the first time. I began massaging as I had before, and again Nicole turned to face the TV. I had completely lost track of what part of the movie we were at, as my attention was now focused solely on my sister’s perfect body. I started massaging her but more sensually, with one hand on each cheek, spreading them apart and then pushing them back together. As I did, I noticed Nicole’s legs would slightly spread more then back together, along with my movements. When she’d spread them, her pussy lips would slightly spread as well. I was entranced with my little sister’s sex when she again gave me a command:

“Massage my thighs, too.”

I didn’t question her this time, and simply began massaging her bare thighs, first one then the other.

“Higher,” she commanded. I obeyed, moving my hands up her thighs until I could feel the heat from her pussy.

“Higher,” she repeated. I knew what she wanted. It was obvious now. I couldn’t go higher without touching her labia, and now I knew better than to argue. But I had to tease her a little:

“Brothers aren’t supposed to touch their sisters there, little sister.”

“It’s just a massage, Brother,” she replied, “There’s nothing wrong with a brother giving his sister a… back massage.”

Both of us laughed slightly. Then I rubbed my hand across Nicole’s labia, feeling that it was already dripping wet, and she gasped, then moaned as I began to massage it. I used one hand to massage her pussy, running one finger up and down along her slit as the rest of my hand caressed her labia. With my other hand, I gently rubbed her thighs and butt.

“Oh, yeah,” Nicole moaned, “Right there.”

I kept rubbing her like that for a minute or so, then she said, “Inside. Massage… inside…”

I gently probed into her wanting slit with my middle finger. Nicole raised her butt in the air, moaning.

“Deeper,” she demanded, panting.

Nicole Moaned louder as I slid my finger all the way in. Her breathing grew heavy. I gently curled my finger inside her, rubbing her inner surfaces.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Nicole asked, pushing her pussy against my hand, “Fingered a girl, I mean.”

“Well,” I replied, “I had a girlfriend when I was in college. She and I had some intimate times together.” My motions began to slow. It was awkward talking about my ex to my sister as I was fingering her.

Nicole turned to face me again, “Keep massaging.”

I returned my focus to the manual stimulation of my sister’s sex.

“So,” Nicole said, still facing me. She moaned, then continued, “you and Giana had sex?”

My concentration broke again.

“You really want to talk about this now?” I asked.

She smiled at me, “I like that you’re experienced.”

She then reached between her legs, and placed her hand on mine, my finger still inside her, “This makes me happy. I’ve never even done this with anyone before. You’re the only one besides myself to touch me here.”

She slowly moved her hand off of mine.

“Keep fingering me, Nate,” she said.

I grinned, “Brothers aren’t supposed to finger their little sisters.”

She laughed, “Keep ‘massaging’.”

I resumed stimulating my sister. She turned to face the TV once more, moaning again.

“I’m not as experienced as you think,” I said after a minute, “Gianna and I never went all the way. I’ve never actually… been inside… anyone.”

Nicole kept facing the TV, but asked, “did you ever make her cum? With your fingers?”

I hesitated before replying, “I did. A lot.”

Nicole turned to face me again, her eyes filled with what I can only describe as desire, “Make me cum, Nathan. Please.”

I withdrew my finger from inside her, but kept my hand resting on her soaking wet labia.

“Big brothers aren’t supposed to make their little sisters cum,” I teased, “It’s not right.”

Nicole moaned. “But.. I… mmmmm…”

She whimpered cutely for a moment, trying to think of how to ask for what she wanted, following the unspoken rules we’d found ourselves following, making our sexual activities seem less sexual and more innocent, appropriate for siblings.

“I want you to… massage… my insides… until I feel better than I have before?” She finally said, although more as a question than a statement. But I accepted it with a laugh.

“I suppose I can do that,” I replied, “After all, massages are supposed to make you feel good.”

I slowly began rubbing her clit with my middle finger, sliding it up and down her slit between rubs. Then I moved my hand so my thumb was along her slit, my pointer and middle finger on either side of her clit. From the back, I was in the perfect position to finger my sister in a way that had always driven my ex to a screaming, squirting orgasm. I slid my thumb into her pussy until it was all the way in. My hand made an “L” shape with my thumb and pointer, my index finger resting against her clit. I pushed deep into her, causing her to moan as the tip of my thumb brushed against her cervix. I began rubbing her clit with my index finger, eliciting a string of moans from my baby sister’s mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh, oooohhhhhhmmmmmm.”

I withdrew my hand slightly, then presed in again, and again. And again.

Nicole’s sex pressed hard against my hand as I thrust my thumb into her over and over, pushing harder against her cervix with each push. My left hand caressed her butt as I “massaged” her insides. I quickened my movements, grinding my index finger against her clit as my thumb pummled her cervix. I felt Nicole’s pussy begin to tighten around my thumb as her muscles contracted and released with my movements.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Oh. GOOOOOOD!”

Nicole’s pussy clamped hard on my thumb. I kept pushing as hard and fast as I could, even after her pussy began spasmming out of control. With each spasm, warm liquid gushed out of my sister’s pussy, soaking my hand and arm, her legs, and the blanket we were on.

Nicole squeezed her legs shut, holding my hand tight against her pussy as she moaned. After about a minute, she colapsed onto the blanket.

“Oh, Nate…” she breathed heavily, “I’ve never… felt… like that… before…”

She looked at me, now completely ignoring the movie.

“Thank you, Nathan,” she said softly, “You’re the best big brother ever.”

I kissed her forehead, “And you’re the best little sister.”

As I eyed my half-naked sister with appreciation, she looked up at me with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her.

She looked me up and down, too, as if eyeing a work of art.

“You know,” she grinned, “I’d let you fuck me, if you weren’t my brother.”

At that suggestion, the crotch of my pants began to bulge as I sat back down, my back against the couch as we were when we started the movie.

Nicole stared at my crotch, “Naughty brother,” she scolded playfully, “getting hard at the thought of fucking your little sister. Brothers aren’t supposed to have thoughts like that.”

She slowly slid over to me, and sat next to me, still naked from the waist down. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Her hand slid up my leg, past my thighs, and grabbed a hold of my bulging erection.

“Oh, big brother really wants his little sister,” Nicole teased. She straddled my hips, “Naughty brother…” she lowered herself slowly until her bare pussy was sitting on the bulge in the crotch of my jeans, “This looks uncomfortable. We should do something about that.”

She unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped the fly.

“Nicole,” I started to protest, my last bit of brotherly chivalry forcing its way out, but she stopped me with a kiss, right on the lips. Then her tongue made its way into my mouth, and mine came up to meet hers. As we kissed, she ground down on my crotch with her pussy. I could feel her wetness soaking through my jeans and boxers.

With the exception of my rock hard erection, my whole body went limp with pleasure. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Nicole dismounted my crotch, then pulled my jeans down and off. My protuberance half-poked out of the fly of my boxers. Nicole smiled upon seeing it.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” she asked, pulling the fabric of my boxers aside so my manhood was fully exposed. She again straddled my hips, and slowly lowered herself until her labia barely brushed the tip of my erection. Then she stopped.

“Oh, but sisters aren’t supposed to let their brothers go inside them,” she teased.

She started to raise herself up, but my hips bucked instinctively, trying to penetrate my sister’s soaking sex. For the briefest of moments the head of my erection was inside my sister. I could feel the entrance of her love hole around it, then she pulled away.

“Naughty brother, trying to fuck your sister,” she again un-straddled my hips, kneeling sexily to my side.

“Don’t worry, big brother,” she smiled, “I won’t let you suffer. As a good little sister, it’s my duty to help you relax. Lay back on the floor.”

By this time I was nearly laying on the floor already, but I adjusted myself so I was completely laying down. My rock hard, pussy craving cock was sticking straight up.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said with a wry grin. She positioned herself next to my hips and leaned over and… Oh…My…GOD!

Suddenly my cock was ensconced in the warm wet pleasure of my baby sister’s mouth. Her hand was holding the base, guiding my shaft in and out of her mouth. Despite her inexperience, Nicole’s technique was amazing.

“Oh, Nikki,” I moaned loudly.

I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open due to the ecstasy provided by my little sister’s surprisingly adept tongue, and lips. At one point I thought I heard her gag a bit as I felt her mouth travel further down my shaft than before, and the tip of my erection probed the opening to her throat. Despite this, she continued her work, alternating between stroking me with her hand and caressing my shaft with her tongue and lips.

As I felt my climax growing, I opened my eyes to look at Nicole. She was staring up at me, my cock nearly buried in her mouth.

“Nikki, I,” was all I was able to get out before…

Nicole yelped a bit when the first streams of hot semen spurted into her mouth. However, she didn’t pull back. Instead, she began sucking on my cock as if it held the nectar of life… which it sort of did… As my climax continued to pump into her, I heard Nicole loudly gulping down my sperm.

My vision went white as my climax surged. Wave after wave of ecstasy filled my soul as my orgasm raged. After what seemed like minutes, my senses returned. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I lay on the floor with my dick going limp in my sister’s hands.

“That was so fun!” Nikki nearly shouted, giddy.

“You know,” I said, almost mumbling, “Sisters aren’t supposed to do that to their brother.”

We both burst out laughing in post-ecstatic bliss. Our laughter was cut short by the sound of the garage door opening. Still unable to fully move, I sat up as best as I could, leaning against the couch. Nikki quickly gathered our discarded trousers, sat next to me, pulled a blanket over our legs, and hid our shed clothing beneath it. Just then, as the garage door began to close, the door from the garage to the house opened, then shut. Dad walked through the kitchen and into the living room. He was dressed in his usual jeans and a collared shirt that he wore to work. I glanced at the clock on the living room wall. It was just past noon, so Dad shouldn’t have been home for several more hours.

“What are you kids doing on the floor?” He asked.

“Just watching a movie,” Nikki replied, waving her hand toward the TV, which was now back on the Netflix selection screen. Apparently we had missed the last half of the movie, wrapped up in our “massages.”

However, Dad accepted the excuse without question, simply saying, “That’s nice. I’m going to change, then I’ll be going out again.” He began to head toward the master bedroom.

“Where’s Mom?” Nikki asked. Dad stopped in his tracks.

“She’s not coming home today,” he replied, “you kids don’t need to worry about it though.”

I could tell from his tone of voice that he was pissed. I shot Nikki a glance, worried about what she’d say next.

“Weren’t you at work?” She asked.

“I quit,” Dad replied, “like I said, don’t worry about it.”

He quickly left into the master bedroom and closed the door.

Nikki and I stared at each other for a moment in shock. Then, without saying anything, she handed me my pants. We both dressed in silence, cleaned up the living room floor (placing the blankets directly into the washing machine), then went up to our individual rooms. After we heard the garage door open and close again, I heard a knock on my door.

“Nathan,” Nikki asked through my door, “are you mad at me?”

I stood up from my bed where I’d been laying, and opened the door.

“Why would I be mad at you?” I asked.

Nikki’s eyes were tearing up, “I think I really screwed up with Mom and Dad.”

I wrapped my arms around my baby sister, holding her close.

“Nikki,” I said, stroking her back, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I pushed Mom into going to Dad’s work,” Nikki sobbed, “obviously something bad happened because of that. Why else would Dad have quit, and Mom not be coming home?”

At that moment, my phone began to emit the standard ringtone. I took my phone off my dresser and looked to see who was calling. It was Mom. Nikki sat down on my bed as I answered. Mom’s face appeared on my screen. She looked disheveled and her eyes were puffy, as if she’d been crying.

“Mom?” I asked worriedly, sitting next to Nikki.

“Hey, honey,” Mom said, “Let your sister know I won’t be coming home today. I’ll be staying at your grandmother’s house tonight. I’ll come home tomorrow and explain more.”

“What happened?” Nikki asked over my shoulder.

“I’ll explain tomorrow, sweetheart,” Mom replied, “just know I love you both very much.”

“Are you and Dad getting a divorce?” Nicole asked, as blunt as ever.

“I don’t know, sweetie,” Mom replied, “right now we just need some time apart. We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow. Okay?”

“Okay,” Nikki conceded.

“Okay,” I echoed.

“I’ve got to go,” Mom said, “I’ll talk to you two tomorrow. I love you both.”

“We love you, too,” Nicole said.

“Bye,” Mom said

“Bye,” Nikki and I replied together.

Then the screen went blank.

Nikki wrapped her arms around me, “I told you I messed up.”

I kissed her on the cheek, “It’s not your fault. Mom and Dad were already having issues before today. Mom was obviously already ready to go to Dad’s work. You didn’t suggest that to her, she was already thinking it.”

Nikki hugged me tighter, and I returned her embrace.

“What will happen if they DO get divorced,” she began sobbing again, “I’m not ready to live on my own yet, but I don’t think I could live with either of them without feeling like I pushed them apart. And what about school? Mom and Dad were paying for my college. If they get divorced…”

I released my embrace, and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. She let go, then gently grabbed one of my hands with hers.

“Nicole,” I looked her in the eyes and gently squeezed her hand, “Whatever happens from now on, we’re in this together.”

“Promise?” Nikki asked, as if she were a little kid again.

“I promise,” I replied, kissing her forehead.

She smiled, though I could still see tears in her eyes. I gently guided her to lay down on the bed where I laid next to her. She snuggled into my chest, and silently cried. I wrapped my arms around her, gently stroking her back until I heard the familiar rhythmic breathing that told me she was asleep. A minute later I, too, was out.

*

I was lost in a maze-like interior of an office building. My sister and I had come here together, but we had gotten separated somehow. I wandered down the hallways, and through the rooms looking for her, calling her name. It felt like I was there for hours, searching. Finally, I found her, outside on the roof.

“You left me,” she said, with tears in her eyes, “I thought you’d never come back.”

“I’m here now, Nikki,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her, “And I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”

I closed my eyes as our lips pressed together… but something was off. It felt like she wasn’t there…

*

My eyes opened slowly to the image of my sister’s smiling face staring back at me. I was back in my bedroom, lying on the bed, Nicole lying next to me.

“You know you mumble in your sleep?” she asked softly.

“I do?” I replied.

“Mmmhmm,” she laughed softly, “It’s kind of adorable.”

I smiled, “What time is it?”

“Quarter to two,” Nikki replied.

“I wonder what time Dad will be home,” I mused.

“Probably late,” Nikki replied, her smile fading, a strand of hair falling into her face as she looked down.

I gently brushed her hair back with my hand, “Good. That means we have some time to spend together before he gets back.”

Nicole’s smile partially returned, “Today’s been nice, despite everything with Mom and Dad, but I do have some homework I have to get done.”

“I understand,” I replied, a little disappointed.

“How about we go out for dinner?” She suggested, “We can get a quick lunch now, I’ll spend the next few hours working on my homework, then we can go to that fancy Italian place you like.”

“Bonsignori?” I asked cheerfully.

“Yeah, that,” She smiled, “And you better dress nice.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” I asked.

“No,” Nicole replied with a serious, yet sultry expression, “Not asking. Telling. You’re taking me on a date.”

My heart suddenly began pounding in my chest. I hadn’t been on a date in nearly two years. Although I had gone out to eat with my sister before, it was never a “date”.

“Well,” I replied with a smile, “I’d better get ready.”

“Lunch first,” Nicole commanded, “I’ll make us sandwiches, you pick out some chips.”

We ate lunch like two proper siblings, talking about nothing: school and work and such, then we went to our individual rooms. I checked on the restaurant’s website to see if they had any reservations open for that evening, and to my surprise, they did. I made us reservations for seven thirty, which required me to give my debit card number to hold the reservation, then I set about planning that evening. I had very few “date appropriate” shirts, especially for a date at Bonsignori.

The restaurant had opened about six years ago, and our family had eaten there only twice, once on my mom’s birthday, and once on my parents’ anniversary. They had a “Casual” dress code. You didn’t have to wear a tie or anything, but you had to be presentable. While I could have worn my typical Jeans and collared T-Shirt combo that I wore when I wanted to look nice when I go out, I wanted to look especially nice for my date. I decided to wear my nice black button-down T-shirt and a pair of dark grey khakis with a black belt. Rather than my usual tennis shoes, I would wear my nicer “dressy” sneakers, which were basically just a more expensive pair of sneakers I’d bought a few years back. Once I’d decided on my attire, I placed the clothes on my bed and set my alarm for six. When I told Nikki that I had set the reservation for seven thirty, she smiled brightly, and thanked me for being a great brother.

I played some games on my computer until about five thirty, when I heard Nicole go into the bathroom and start the shower. She must have been really excited, for her to start getting ready this early. I decided that I should do so as well, so I saved the game I was playing and gathered my clothes for the evening. I waited in my room, just browsing the internet on my phone, until about six fifteen. Nicole was still in the shower. I went into the hall and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Everything okay in there?” I asked, only mildly concerned, “You’ve been in there over half an hour.”

“I’m fine,” Nicole replied, then said, “Actually, I could use some help in here.”

“Are you sure?” I asked through the door. What could she possibly need me to do? And why was I questioning the chance to see my little sister naked again? Actually, I’d never seen her fully naked. I’d seen her breasts last night and her pussy this morning, but never both at the same time; she had always been somewhat covered when I’d seen her before.

“Nathan, please,” she begged.

“Okay,” I responded, faking reluctance as I opened the bathroom door and slowly entered, then closed the door behind me.

The mist from the shower hung heavily in the air. To my left as I entered was the long counter with two sinks, backed by a full-wall mirror that was now fogged by the humidity. Just past the counter, on the left, was the basic , white, ceramic toilet. To my right, across from the counter, was the bathtub/shower with the mostly opaque curtain closed. I could see the silhouette of my naked sister behind it.

“But no peeking,” Nicole said in her playful voice, “Brothers aren’t supposed to see their sisters naked.”

“Actually,” I noted, “In many countries around the world, they don’t treat nudity the same way as Americans. Many other countries have communal baths for whole families. It’s not oversexualized like in America.”

Nicole looked at me from around the shower curtain, her hair dripping wet, “Are you suggesting we shower together?”

I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. But the moment she suggested it, I really really was.

“It would make helping you… with whatever… a lot easier,” I replied, my cock suddenly getting stiff in my pants.

Nicole paused a moment, as if considering my argument, then she grinned and said, “Okay.”

I stood there a moment, waiting for her to close the curtain back, but she just kept looking at me.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed and join me?” she asked, coyly, “I need your help washing my back.”

She kept looking at me, expectantly.

Well, if I was going to strip in front of my sister, I might as well not be shy about it. After all, just a few hours ago, she had my cock in her mouth, and my fingers had been in her pussy, so it wasn’t like we hadn’t done way more than this. I quickly shed my shirt, then my shorts.

“Awww that’s it, I was hoping for a show,” Nicole moaned, then she noticed my intense hard on, “Oh, brother, you shouldn’t be that horny for your little sister. After all, you’re only going to be washing my backside.” She wiggled her butt as she said this, which made my erection twitch, getting even harder. Nicole giggled a childish giggle. Despite all we’d done, we’d never seen each other fully naked until now. Now Nicole was seeing me in all my glory, and she was smiling.

I’d never been super happy with the way I looked. I wasn’t bad looking, but I’d never had a six-pack, or even a two-pack. I had cushion on my stomach and chest, but my arms and legs were in decent shape, especially my calves which were really well defined. But the way Nicole looked at me, you’d think I was the epitome of manhood.

“Like what you see?” I asked, blushing.

Nicole nodded, “Very much so.”

I grinned, “Naughty sister, desiring her brother’s body.”

Nicole blushed, then quickly closed the shower curtain, “Just get in behind me.”

I smiled, laughing slightly as I moved the curtain out of my way and stepped behind Nicole. She was standing under the shower head, with the water just brushing the top of her head, so I instantly got soaked. The water was hot, but not too hot. Soothing. Nicole stepped back, so the water hit her chest, blocking it from me, then looked over her shoulder at me, brushing her hair out of her face with her hand, “I forgot my washcloth, so you’ll just have to use your hands.” She handed me a bottle of bodywash. It was nearly empty, and I could barely get one squirt onto my hand.

“Start at the top, with my shoulders,” Nicole directed. I did as she asked, lathering up her shoulders and upper back. I massaged her back with the bodywash, making sure to get every inch of her silky-smooth skin. However, by the time I’d covered her lower back, the bodywash had rinsed off my hand.

“Don’t forget my bottom,” Nicole teased, wiggling her butt again.

“I’ll need more bodywash, then,” I said, suspicious of what she had planned.

“Okay,” she said, “Put your hand up here and I’ll give you some.”

I reached around her, and held my hand out. Despite being nine years older than her, I was only a couple inches taller than Nicole, so I couldn’t see the bottle she used. I could tell it was different from the other body wash, as it felt more slippery on my hand.

“Be sure to put it all over,” Nicole said with a grin.

I began to lather her butt, but the “bodywash” she’d given me didn’t seem to lather at all. Instead, it just made her butt slippery…

“Don’t forget… between the cheeks…” Nicole directed, blushing.

It was lube. What Nicole had given me, under the guise of “body wash” was high-grade water-resistant lubricant. Did she really intend for…

“Come on, brother,” she said, “don’t keep your little sister waiting.”

I applied the lube all over her butt cheeks, and between them, and even around her tiny butt hole. As soon as I’d finished, Nicole backed up into me, my cock, now harder than I’d ever felt it, nestled right between her cheeks. She slid her butt up and down my cock, transferring a lot of the lube from her butt to my cock. Then, she reached back, grabbed my cock, bent over, aimed my cock at her little star, and “fell” back onto my cock. At first there was a little resistance, then suddenly, SLURP! My cock was halfway inside my sister’s ass. It was tighter than I’d expected, but she didn’t seem to be in any pain.

Nicole moaned as I held her hips to help support her.

“Oh, my,” she said playfully, “I’ve slipped… in the shower… and my brother’s cock… accidentally slid… into my ass.” Her playful sentence was interrupted by tiny moans, “We’d better… get it out…”

She wriggled her butt, pretending to be trying to stand up straight, but only causing my slippery shaft to slide deeper into her. When her butt was nestled all the way against my hips, my raging erection buried to the hilt in her back door, Nicole grabbed my arms, which were still holding onto her waist, and whispered, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you, too. So please, Nate, cum inside me.”

I was about to “protest” saying how brothers shouldn’t cum inside their’ sister’s asses, but she gave me her very serious, yet sultry look, the same one she’d had when she told me I was going to take her on a date. What I later came to think of as her “girlfriend” look. She didn’t want me to be her brother, pretending to accidentally cum in my sister’s ass. She wanted me to be her boyfriend, very intentionally fucking my girlfriend’s ass. I realized this was also the same look she’d had when she went down on me earlier, not as my sister sucking off her brother for fun, but as my girlfriend, pleasing her boyfriend because she loves him. Without realizing it, or maybe just hiding it behind the mask of siblinghood, we’d truly become boyfriend and girlfriend, secret incestuous lovers who wanted to spend every moment together, despite society’s distain of such relationships.

This realization didn’t reduce my desire to be with my sister. It didn’t make me rethink anything we’d done, or planned to do. Instead, the thought that Nicole was more than just my sister, but my girlfriend and lover, made me want her even more.

I started pushing in and out of her ass, my cock slipping easily through her tight rear. I could tell by her moans that she was enjoying it, although holding onto her, making sure neither of us slip, while doing so was a challenge I’d never faced. However, we managed to stay on our feet.

I had never tried anal before, but as I pushed in and out, with Nicole clenching and unclenching her ass along with my rhythm, I realized I was really enjoying it.

With my climax approaching, I held tight to my sister’s hips, moaning loudly. I could hear Nicole moaning in rhythem with my thrusts as she began rubbing her clit with her hand, getting louder and louder.

When the first stream of cum burst forth from my cock, the ecstasy I felt was unlike anything I’d felt before. My vision went white, and all I heard was Nicole screaming in pleasure as I felt more and more streams spurt into her ass.

As my climax waned, I felt my knees going weak, the muscles in my legs burning, my breathing heavy. As my vision returned, and the last of my climax spent, I slipped on the bathtub floor, sliding out of Nicole’s backdoor, landing on my butt. Seconds later, Nicole collapsed on top of me, giggling. She snuggled close, our naked bodies rubbing against each other.

“Thank you, Nathan,” Nicole said, and gently kissed me on the lips, “I love you, so much.”

I smiled, brushing her soaking wet hair out of her face as more water poured onto us, “I love you, too, Nikki.”

We cleaned up while still in the shower, re-washing each other (for real this time). Afterwards, She ran a warm bath with some Epsom salts, to help her recover from our fun. While she soaked for a bit, I went to my room and got dressed. About six forty five, as I was finishing getting dressed, I heard Nicole drain the tub and go from the bathroom to her bedroom.

Once I finished getting dressed, I went over and knocked on Nicole’s door.

“Nikki,” I called, “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

At first she was quiet, but then quietly said, “Go on downstairs. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

It sounded like she had been crying. I slowly opened the door.

“Nikki? Are you okay?”

Nikki was laying on her bed in her underwear, on her stomach, face in her pillow. When I opened the door, she glanced over without moving more than her head.

“I said I’d be down in a few minutes,” she scolded.

I slowly entered her room and sat next to her on her bed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, placing my hand on the back of her calf. She flinched as I touched her, but made no move to remove my hand.

“Nathan, I,” She seemed to start to protest, but then relaxed, “What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean,” she paused, “Why are we doing this? What we just did… what we’ve done… what are we to each other?.. You’re my brother… I shouldn’t have these feelings for you… We shouldn’t be doing any of this… Acting like…” She paused.

“Like lovers?” I suggested.

“Exactly!” she cried, “We can’t be lovers. You’re my brother! I’m your sister! It’s wrong! Everybody knows it’s wrong! That’s why they call it incest! Taboo!”

Nikki was sobbing into her pillow.

“Nikki…” I knelt down next to the head of her bed, taking her hand in mine. She pulled back at first, but stopped resisting when I held on, “Ever since you were little, you’ve always been my baby sister. Watching you grow up, changing from a little girl into a lovely woman, has been a privilege. When I left, four years ago, it was the hardest decision of my life. The opportunity was a good one, but I didn’t want to leave you without someone to help you feel safe.”

“Nathan,” Nikki interrupted.

“Shhhhhh,” I shushed her, putting a finger up to her lips, “When I came home, I thought you might have gotten over your fear of thunder. But when you came to my room last month, I realized just how deeply I missed you… and how much I truly care for you. I know society says how I feel is wrong. But whatever society may say doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“Which is how?” Nikki asked, looking into my eyes, tears still running down her cheeks, “Please, Nathan, say it. Tell me how you feel.”

“Nicole,” I took her hand in both of mine, “I’ve been in love with you since before I left.”

Nikki’s eyes went wide, but she smiled. She leaned forward to me, pressing our lips together, putting her hand on the back of my head. When she broke the kiss, she said, “I love you, too, Nathan. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

We pressed our lips together again and I stood up as our tongues began to mingle. She raised up on her knees to keep with me. I climbed on the bed, both of us kneeling now. Our arms wrapped aroumd each other in a mutual embrace. I gently guided Nikki onto her back.

“Ohh, ow,” Nikki moaned, then groaned in slight pain, breaking our kiss, “I’m still a little sore from our… shower…”

She began to blush hard, her face turning bright red.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked.

She shook her head, “No… yes… but no.”

“What?” I was genuinely confused.

“I want to do this with you, Nate, to be with you, fully, like lovers,” She paused, looking down a little, “But I might need some time to recover. I’ve never… done what we did… or what we’re about to do… so I want to be fully ready. Is That okay?”

I smiled, slightly disappointed, but very understanding, “Absolutely. Take all the time you need.”

Nikki smiled, tears dripping from her cheek, “Thank you, Nathan. Now shoo,” She grinned, ” Brothers shouldn’t see their little sisters getting ready for a hot date.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I stood up, “Okay, okay. If you’re sure you still want to go.”

She glared at me, “Why wouldn’t I? My boyfriend’s the best man in the world. Of course I want to go on a date with him!” she winked, “Shoo!”

She waved her hand, shooing me away. I couldn’t help but laugh and smile the biggest goofy smile I’d ever smiled as I turned around and left her room. I went downstairs.

Ten minutes later, my adorable sister came down the stairs in a cute white sweater dress. The sweater portion of it covered her torso completely, with sleeves that came down to her wrists, and a collar that covered most of her neck. The dress portion of it came down to just above her knees, presenting a wonderful view of her calves. She wore a pair of white ankle boots with a one inch heel. She had put on light makeup that covered the fact she had been crying, but didn’t overshadow her natural beauty. Finally, her hair was put up in a cute single braid down her back. Hanging on her arm was a matching white pocket book.

The mixture of modest and revealing made her look like the little sister I’d grown up with, and the woman I’d fallen in love with, all at one time.

“Hey,” Nikki waved her hand in front of my face, “You okay?”

I realized I was staring with my mouth half open.

“You look…” I paused.

“I know,” she said, looking at herself, “it’s not the sexiest outfit, but I didn’t want to risk someone we know seeing us and getting the wrong idea… or the right one, actually.”

“I was going to say, ‘You Look Perfect'”, I retorted.

Nikki blushed, “You say the sweetest things, dear brother.”

She took my hand in hers, and began leading me to the front door. She grabbed an umbrella from the basket next to the door, then waited. I stood there, confused for a moment.

“Well,” Nikki said, “Are you going to make your girlfriend open the door on her own?”

Switching so quickly from “Sister Mode” to “Girlfriend Mode” threw my concentration for a loop, but I opened the door without hesitation.

“Thank you, darling,” Nicole said, smiling, “ever the gentleman.”

I wasn’t sure what she was expecting from me: The Courteous Boyfriend? The Caring Brother? The Secret Lover?

She seemed to want a different thing every few seconds…

“Nathan?” She called, tugging at my arm, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know…” I replied honestly.

“Don’t know what?” She asked.

“I don’t know what you expect from me,” I turned to face her, “You call me your brother, then your boyfriend, then your brother again… I don’t know how I’m supposed to respond.”

Nikki laughed, hugging me, “However you want, silly. You’re putting too much thought into it. Act with your heart, not your head. I don’t expect anything from you, Nathan. I don’t want anything from you, except the love you’ve always given me.”

I took a deep breath, wrapping my arms around her, “I can do that.”

As we released our embrace, Nicole took my hand in hers, “Come on, my love. We’re going to be late.”

It was just past seven, and would take at least twenty minutes to get there.

“Which car do you want to take?” I asked, “I know you don’t like riding in my… what did you call it? …beat up jalopy?”

“A beat up jalopy,” Nikki confirmed with a laugh.

“But I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t offer to drive my girlfriend to our date.”

Nikki smiled, “Well, then, you can drive my car.”

“Really?” I asked. Nikki had never let anyone else drive her car before. She took care of it like it was her most prized possession.

“I trust you,” she said, kissing my cheek at the same time, “And if you do wreck it, I’ll make your life a living hell.” She was smiling an evil smile, but then laughed and kissed my lips quickly, smiling a sultry smile as she walked around her car and stood at the door.

I knew what she was expecting, so I walked over and opened her door for her.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile as she got in. I closed the door once she was fully inside. I got in the driver’s seat and readjusted the seat and mirrors.

“You know,” I noted as I started the car, “It’s been a while since I drove a stick shift.”

“I trust you remember how,” Nikki replied with a smile as she fastened her seatbelt.

I sat for a moment, waiting for her to hand me the keys.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I need the keys to drive,” I replied.

She laughed, and pushed the “Start” button on her dash, “This isn’t your crappy grandma car. It has modern technology.”

We both laughed. I had forgotten that Nikki’s Focus had a keyless start. She turned the stereo on an synced her phone to it via Bluetooth. As I backed out of the driveway, one of her nu-alt rock songs began to play. As I drove through our neighborhood, it took me a minute to realize that the song was a pseudo-love song about a boy who fell in love with a girl who he wasn’t allowed to be with. Sort of a Romeo and Juliet situation, but the subtext seemed to indicate she was part of his family.

“I made this playlist a while back,” Nikki said, “Before you moved back in.”

“I’ve heard you play this song before,” I noted as I pulled onto the main road out of our neighborhood, “A lot, actually. I just never listened to the lyrics before.”

“Neither did Mom or Dad,” she smiled, “Benefits of being an ‘angsty teenager’ as Dad always put it: nobody pays attention to you.”

“Just because I didn’t pay attention to your music, doesn’t mean I wasn’t paying attention to you,” I replied.

Nikki put her hand on mine on the gear shifter, “I know that, Nate. You always took the time to spend time with me, whenever you could. That’s one reason I fell in love with you.”

When I glanced at her, trying to keep my eyes on the road, I saw the biggest, most genuine smile I’d ever seen on my sister’s face. As cute as she was in her white sweater dress, with that enamored smile on her face, I felt happier than I’d ever felt. It was one of those perfect moments that you hold onto for your whole life.

“Thank you, Nikki,” I said, turning back to the road.

“For what?” she asked.

“For being so patient and understanding with me,” I replied, “I haven’t been on a date in a while, and I always seemed to screw them up whenever I did.”

“You never screwed up our dates,” Nikki squeezed my hand, which I hadn’t realized she was still holding.

“We haven’t gone on a date before,” I stated.

“What would you call going to the movies, then walking in the park, hand-in-hand?” she replied, grinning, “Or taking me to the amusement park, holding my hand the entire time? Or taking me out dancing instead of going to your own prom?”

I had to admit, the times we’d spent together before I’d left did seem more like things you’d take a date to than your sister.

“You were nine years old when we went dancing,” I noted defensively, “I wasn’t planning on going to prom, so I decided I’d spend time with my little sister. And when we went to the amusement park, you were afraid to get lost, so you held my hand the whole time…. And…” I paused for a second… why was I arguing?… “And you’re right. The reason none of my girlfriends ever lasted was because I always compared our dates to the times you and I went out together. And I always had more fun with you.”

Nikki smiled, “It’s good to hear you say that, Nate. I’d always been a little jealous of your girlfriends, knowing you got to do things with them that you couldn’t do with me.”

“If you think about it,” I noted, “You and I have been on more dates than all my exes combined.”

“So,” she grinned, “They were dates!”

We both laughed, “I guess so.”

The rest of the way to the restaurant, Nikki and I reminisced about the times that we’d spent together that, now looking back, would have been perfect dates if we hadn’t been siblings, or so far apart in age.

When we arrived at Bonsignori, I realized that she was still holding my hand. When I started to open the door, she closed her hand tightly around mine. I looked at her, and she smiled at me. At the same time, we both leaned over and pressed our lips together. Just a sweet , loving kiss.

“Now we can go eat,” Nikki beamed.

I got out of the car, went over to her side and opened the door for her. She got out, pocket book on one arm, umbrella on the wrist of her other, and kissed my cheek, “Thank you, love.”

“Always,” I replied, closing the door behind her. I took her hand in mine and started toward the restaurant entrance. She smiled again, “Relax, Nate. Let’s enjoy this, like we always have.”

“Yeah,” I smiled, “Thanks, Nikki.”

“For what now?” She asked harshly.

“For being my loving sister, and my wonderful girlfriend,” I replied, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. She blushed, and melted into my arms.

“Come on,” she said, still blushing, “I’m hungry.”

As we entered the restaurant, I noticed there wasn’t much of a line. For a Saturday night, there wasn’t much business, which was unusual for Bonsignori. Nikki’s caution in dress was well founded, as the owner of the establishment, Salvi Bonsignori, remembered us, greeting us by name. He thought it was “molto bello” that my sister and I were still spending time together after all this time. Apparently our parents had eaten here several times during the years I was gone, and had kept him up to date with our family situation. We were seated at a booth, and the waiter got our drinks promptly. We both ordered a salad to start with then for the main meal Nicole ordered a penne pasta, and I had fettuccine. The first half of the meal went pretty normally for a brother and sister. We ate our food and talked about normal things; I complained about work, she complained about school, we both complained about recent events. However, once Nikki had finished her food, she started acting very un-sisterly.

At first, it was sweet: she started rubbing her legs against mine. I could tell she had slipped one of her feet out of her boot, and was rubbing up and down my leg with the back of her foot. She smiled at me, “You almost done? I want to get home before it starts raining again.”

The rain had stopped around noon, but it had remained overcast. It was supposed to pick back up this evening, around 9ish.

“You brought the umbrella, so we won’t get wet,” I noted.

She smirked, rubbing her foot all the way up to my groin, “I’m already wet, dear brother. We need to get home so you can help me… deal with that.”

I grinned, “In that case, I’d better get the check.”

I paid for the meal, we said goodbye to Salvi, who bid us each farewell with a light hug and an air kiss on each cheek, and then we stepped outside. It was already lightly raining. “Aww, boo,” Nikki said, with a cute pout, “Now I have to share an umbrella with my brother.” She winked at me, opening the umbrella.

“Why don’t I carry the umbrella,” I suggested, “So I can shield you from the rain.”

“No,” Nikki barked, “It’s my umbrella. If you wanted to hold it you should have brought your own.”

She stuck her tongue at me like the bratty little sister she used to be, “But I will share my umbrella with my boyfriend.” She snuggled close, holding the umbrella so it awkwardly covered all of her but only half of me, so my right arm and shoulder started getting wet as we quickly walked to Nikki’s car.

When we reached the passenger door, before I could open it for her, Nikki wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight, and leaned up to kiss me. As I pressed my lips to hers, a gust of wind blew the umbrella out of her hand. With a reflex I didn’t know I had, I snatched the handle of the umbrella from the air and pulled it back above us, keeping our lips pressed. Nikki moaned, then broke our kiss, laughing.

“That was kind of, very sexy,” she noted, then kissed me again, then whispered,, “Now I’m even wetter… and not just from the rain.”

“Well, let’s get you home and… deal with that…” I said, opening the car door.

Nikki held onto my arm as she got into the car. I closed the door, then went around and got in the driver side, closing the umbrella as I did. I put the umbrella in the back seat and pushed the “Start” button on the dash.

“That really is a nice feature,” I admitted.

Nikki laughed, “Most cars have it, now, you know.”

“I know,” I replied, “I just never got to drive one that did.”

As we pulled out of the parking lot, Nikki used her phone to change the music to another playlist. This one started off with a smooth jazz song that everyone would recognize.

“Kenny G?” I asked, “Really?”

Nikki smiled, wrapping her arm around mine, “Just setting the mood.”

All the way home, Nikki held my arm as we listened to some of the oldest, but best love songs from the likes of Kenny G, Frank Sinatra, Al Green, and more.

As we got closer to home, the rain started to pick up. By the time we got home around nine o’clock, the rain was quite heavy.

Nikki grabbed the umbrella from the back seat and handed it to me. I opened my door, opened the umbrella, and got out. I went around and opened the passenger door for my sister, who gave me a grateful hug as we hurried to the front porch. When we opened the door, and stumbled into the house like two hooligans, we were greeted in the living room by our dad, sitting in his chair.

He was wearing an old wrinkled t-shirt and his “weekend” jeans. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the room.

“Where have you two been?” he grumbled.

“Nate took me to Bonsignori for dinner,” Nicole beamed, ignoring Dad’s disheveled appearance and rude manner.

“Well, that’s nice,” Dad replied, “If your mom had been as enthusiastic when we went out to eat as you are when you spend time with your brother…” he let the words just hang, a half finished thought, then continued, “I really messed up with your mom. I’m just glad you two turned out the way you did.” He stood up and started heading toward the master bedroom, but stopped and turned to us, “You two are the best thing to come out of my life. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better father.” He started to turn back toward the bedroom, but Nikki ran up to him and hugged him like the loving daughter she was, “Don’t worry, Daddy. You’ve always been a wonderful father. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my dad.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” Dad replied, hugging her back, “That means a lot.”

Nikki kissed his cheek, “Go get some rest. We can all talk things out in the morning.”

“Thanks, Pumpkin,” Dad replied, “I think I will.”

Dad continued into the bedroom, and once he had shut the door, Nikki quietly grabbed my hand and led me up to my bedroom. She closed the door, and then just sat on my bed, a glum look on her face.

“Well, that just killed the mood,” She sighed.

I sat down next to her, wrapped my arm around her, and she leaned against me, putting her head on my shoulder. I held her like that for a few minutes, then she laid down on my bed. I laid next to her and quietly held her as she snuggled into my arms.

I had nearly dozed off when the first low rumble could be heard outside. Nikki didn’t react, but after a moment she smiled, and sat up. I did the same.

“I should go get out of this dress,” she said softly, “I’ll be back in a bit, my love.”

She kissed my cheek gently, and stood up.

“I should probably change, too,” I replied.

Nikki smiled at me, as she left the room and closed the door behind her.

I changed into my usual sweat pants and nothing else. I figured if Nikki wasn’t in the mood to do anything, even if we just snuggled, for real, it would be nice. I tirned my light off and slid into bed, making sure to leave enough room that Nikki could get in easily, too.

A few minutes later, a flash outside my window was followed by a loud thunder crack, and immediately there was a knock at my door.

“Nathan,” Nikki’s voice came through the door as she opened it slowly, “I’m scared,” Nikki’s voice was sultry, obviously intentionally so, “Can I… sleep with you… tonight?”

I looked over to the doorway to see my baby sister in her bright pink robe. She almost never wore her robe, and I was curious as to why she was wearing it now.

“Of course,” I replied, pulling back the covers for her, “any time you want.”

She quietly came in, closed the door, and made her way to the bedside. She slowly opened the robe, and let it slide down her body. I suddenly realized why she was wearing the robe in the hallway: she wasn’t wearing anything else.

It suddenly dawned on me what she said about “getting out of” her dress. She hadn’t mentioned putting anything else on.

As I stared for a moment at my sister’s magnificent naked body, she slowly slid her hands down her body, from her neck, across her breasts, down her hips, and slowly onto her pussy, which she slid her middle finger into, biting her lip and closing her eyes sensually for a second before sliding her hands back up her body.

“See something you like?” She asked.

I smirked, “Yeah, my beautiful baby sister, whom I’m deeply in love with.”

She looked away, blushing, “Awwww shucks.”

We both laughed as Nikki slid into bed with me. She pulled the covers over us, and snuggled close. When she felt my sweats, she looked at me, mildly disappointed, “Why are you wearing these?”

“Well,” I started to reply, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to…”

“Off. Now,” Nikki commanded, interrupting me.

I quickly slid my sweat pants off, kicking them somewhere under the covers.

“That’s better,” she said as she snuggled, her hand sliding down my chest, coming to rest on my now growing erection.

Nikki moaned as I gently kissed her neck, sucking and gently rubbing my tongue along her jawline. She squeezed my erection, causing me to moan along with her. She pressed her chest into my side as I rubbed her back.

“Mmmmmm, Nate,” Nikki moaned, wrapping her legs around mine, pushing her hips against the side of my leg. I could feel how wet she was, as she slathered my leg with her groin juice.

She pulled my cock toward her, and I instinctively turned onto my side.

“Snuggle with me, big brother,” she begged.

I fully turned onto my side, entwining our legs, looking into my sister’s eyes as she pressed her chest into mine, and pushed her pussy against my erection. Our lips locked, both kissing each other intensely, as Nikki reached between our legs, grabbed my cock, and rubbed it gently against her pussy until it was in the right position. I felt myself slip into my sister, gently, easily.

“Oh, Nikki,” I moaned, holding my sister tightly as she pushed hard against my hips, burying my now throbbing erection inside her lovely pleasure pocket. I pushed back against her, my erection slipping in and out and all around inside her.

“Nathan,” Nikki moaned, “I’ve been wanting this for so long. I’ve needed you inside me as long as I can remember.”

Our hips began a new rhythm, pulling and pushing together faster than before. The sensation was nothing like I’d experienced before. Not only was I making love to the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, but she was also my sister, the one person who had always loved me unconditionally.

“Oh, Nate,” Nikki moaned again, “I feel so… wonderful…”

Her hips bucked uncontrollably and she made a small whimper, “Ohhhhhmmmmmm.”

I could feel her pussy spasming around my erection, and I began to feel my climax building.

Without thinking about it, I rolled on top of my sister, keeping my erection inside of her.

“Oh, Nathan,” she smiled, looking into my eyes, “Yes, please, take control. I want you to take me hard. I give myself to you, fully.”

“I love you, Nikki, more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, gently, lovingly. Then, I began to move my hips. My intense cock pushed all the way into her, then slowly pulled out then again, faster this time. And again, faster. And Again. Again. Again. Each thrust increased speed and intensity.

Little gasps and moans escaped Nikki’s mouth, slowly becoming squeals, and then…

“OH YES! OH GOD YES! NATHAN!” Nikki screamed louder than she had the previous night as her pussy began clamping down, spasming on my erection as wave after wave of orgasms blew through her. Any concern with getting caught was dwarfed by the ecstasy of the moment. For just a moment I slowed down, to my sisters disappointment.

“MMmmmm, Nathan, Why…” my Nikki groaned as I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

“Shhhh,” I whispered in her ear, my movements nearly stopping, but still moving slowly, “I don’t want this to be over too quickly.”

I had felt my climax rushing closer, and I wanted to extend our first time as much as possible. Years of masturbatory expirementation and practice had taught me that if I slow down as I start to feel it building, I can extend the experience. And lead to a more powerful climax. I began kissing Nikki’s neck, nibbling at her ear as I slowly slid in and out of her lovely lower region. She moaned, grasping at my back and sides. I kissed her cheeks and lips. I could feel her heavy breathing, along with mine. “Nathan,” she whispered, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Nikki,” I replied. I could feel my climax beginning to grow. There was no stopping it now. I kissed my sister’s lips once more, then began to speed up again. Again I thrusted in and out, speeding up with each thrust, Nikki and my moans growing louder along with them. Soon my hips were bucking uncontrolably.

“Nikki… I…” my meager effort to warn my sister of my impending climax was met with her legs around my body, pulling me all the way into her, her arms pulling my chest to hers, and her lips pressed against mine.

I closed my eyes as the indescribable ecstasy of my climax poured through me. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever felt, full of passion, desire, and love. I could feel wave after wave of semen flooding out of my cock into my sister’s loving interior. I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock over and over as our shared orgasm rocked our bodies. My mind began to get fuzzy as my climax slowly came to an end.

Every muscle in my body ached as I nearly collapsed on top of Nikki. I quickly rolled to the side, but she still held me tightly in her grasp. I opened my eyes to see her gazing lovingly at me. She pressed our lips together as we lay there in post orgasmic bliss.

“Thank you, Nathan,” she uttered as always, “You’re the best big brother ever.”

I wanted to stay in that moment with her forever, but my mind wouldn’t hold on for long. Soon, exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted off to sleep.

*

I woke up a couple hours later, around midnight. Nikki was snuggled close to me, asleep, her arms still around me. The rain had all but stopped. I realized this meant tonight might be the last night Nikki slept in my room for a while, but I was okay with that. We’d still go out, and do things together.

I suddenly realized I had to pee, so I quietly unwrapped my naked sister from me, and slid out of bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom. When I returned, Nikki was sitting up on the bed, still naked, but smiling.

“Hey, big brother,” she laid back down on the bed, “That was wonderful, making love with you. Her legs were spread slightly, and her hand was between them, on her pussy, “You filled me good. Our bed’s all wet and sticky.”

She ran her other hand along the sheets where the combination of our sexual fluids had soaked a large spot.

“I’ll get a towel,” I said, then it suddenly hit me, “Wait, OUR bed?”

Nikki giggled, “Yeah, our bed. I plan on spending every night I can here, with you.”

She stood up and walked over to me, “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

She wrapped her arms around me. Pulled her chest to mine, and pushed her still-slippery pussy against my again-stiff erection. She whispered into my ear, “You did say I could… sleep with you… any time I wanted …”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” I admitted.

Nikki nodded, “Mmhmm.”

She reached down and grabbed my hard cock, “Such a naughty brother, getting hard over his little sister’s naked body, wanting to fuck her… again…”

I slid my hands up her body, and began rubbing her breasts, her nipples as hard as ever, “You can talk, little sister. You obviously want your big brother inside you… again.”

“Then I guess we’re both just naughty siblings. Naughty, horny, siblings,” she replied, kissing me on the lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around her waist. Our tongues began dancing against each other as I reached lower and began fondling her butt.

Nikki pushed her hips into mine and I instinctively lifted her up by the butt, pushing her back against the wall of my room, and pushed my erection up into her glorious sex.

“Ah!” Nikki gasped into my mouth, then continued kissing me while moaning, “Mmmmmmm.”

I began thrusting into my sister, each thrust pushing her back into the wall with a loud Thump.

Nikki started laughing and moaning as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

I kept pounding my sister’s pussy hard and fast, her moans and gasps driving me on. I could feel her canal contracting over and over and then…

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!” Nikki’s pussy clamped hard onto my cock as her body spasmed. My own climax raced forward, this time I wasn’t slowing down. I pumped vigorously into my sister until I, too, was screaming, “Oh, Fuck! Yes!”

“Oh, Fuck! Nate!”

“Nikki!”

My orgasm burst forth, filling my sister yet again with my seed. Her legs held on tightly as our orgasms raged together. After a moment my legs began to get weak and Nikki stood back on the ground as I nearly collapsed back onto the bed. Nikki collapsed on top of me, laughing, kissing my face all over, lips, cheeks, neck.

“I didn’t expect that,” she said, “but it was awesome.”

She rolled over and slowly stood up, “Now I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Bring back towels,” I suggested as she walked toward the bedroom door.

“Right,” she laughed.

I stood up, pulling the covers off the bed. They, too, had been partially soaked by our night time fun. I gathered a clean one from the closet, but before I could put it on the bed, Nikki returned, carrying six towels.

“Don’t worry about putting that on yet,” she commanded, “We’re not done… snuggling.”

She winked at me as she placed the towels all over the bed, so the whole thing was covered.

“Ready for round three?” she asked, grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me onto the bed on my back.

I shimmied up so I was fully on the bed as Nikki climbed on the bed and over top of me. Her legs straddled my hips as she leaned down and kissed me quickly on the lips.

“You’re such a good brother,” she said, ” I’m so lucky your my brother.”

She crawled up my body, sliding her magnificent bosom along my chest and up to my mouth. I sucked her perky nipples into my mouth one at a time, listening to my sister moan as I did. My hands slid up and down her sides and back as I kissed and sucked on my sister’s tits.

“Oh, Nate,” she moaned, “You’ve always been so good to me, protecting me when I was scared, comforting me when I was sad. Spending time with me when I was lonely,” she slowly slid back down my body until our eyes met, and her hips were over top of mine, “Is it any wonder I fell in love with you?” She reached down, placing my stiff manhood in her gentle grasp, “I’ve been in love with my brother for as long as I can remember,” she pointed it at her dripping slit, “and my greatest dream came true today,” she slowly pushed the head of my cock into her opening, “not the dream of having you inside me, or of making love with you,” she pushed down, slowly sliding me further inside, “but the dream of hearing you say that you were in love with me, too,” she pushed down until I was completely buried inside her, still looking I to my eyes, “I love you, Nathan, my big brother.”

I could see tears welling in her eyes, not of sadness or pain, but of joy and love.

“I love you, too, Nicole, my baby sister,” I replied, looking back into her eyes, feeling tears welling up in my own eyes, “and I will always be here for you. No matter what.”

With an intense smile, Nikki pushed down hard with her hips, and kissed me passionately as she began rocking her hips back and forth.

“Oh, Mmmmmmm YES” Nikki moaned into my mouth.

I also had trouble holding in my vocalizations as the wonderful feeling of my sister’s pussy enveloping my cock, contracting around it, and sliding in and out as she squirmed, rocked, and bounced on my cock.

Our tongues danced together between moans. Suddenly, Nikki leaned back, sitting up on my cock, her breasts exposed to the room. My hands went straight to them, fondling them, rubbing and pimching her nipples as she rode me.

Having already cum twice that night, once just a few minutes prior, I could feel I would be able to last a while. That was, until Nikki started moving faster. She began bouncing up and down on my cock like it was a pogo stick, screaming as she did.

“MY! BROTHER! IS! SO! DAMN! SEXY! UUUUUUMMMMM! HIS! COCK! IS! THE! UUUUUUGH! BEST!”

“Nikki!” I nearly screamed as loud, “Dad’s… mmmmm…. downstairs, remember!”

Nikki started giggling, then moaning without slowing, “I! DON’T! CARE! MMMMM! He’s hungover because… OH GOD! YES! He’s upset he got caught cheating on Mom, so I don’t care if he… OH! NATHAN! I hope he hears us.”

I couldn’t tell if she meant it, or if she was just playing up the danger to make it more intense, but either way, it really got me going. Our moans intensified as I began bucking up with each of her down thrusts.

“OH GOD!” Nikki yelled, “YES! NATE!”

Our intense rhythm continued, my pleasure barreling toward its inevitable climax. With one final intense thrust I felt my scrotum boiling with heat as streams of warm semen raced through my lower regions, along my shaft, and burst forth into my sister’s contracting vaginal cavity.

“OOOOOHHHHMMMMMMMNNNNNN!” was all I could utter, my brain’s higher functions impaired by a flood of adrenaline and oxytocin. My senses all shut down, except the intense pleasure of my orgasm. All I could feel is wave after wave of cum pulsing through my cock and into my sister.

Distantly I heard her screaming, “OH, MY LOVE! BIG BROTHER! NATHAN! YES!”

I could feel her continue riding up and down on my cock as it filled her until, “OHYESMMMMMMMYBROTHERSSSAAAAAAAHHHHHTHEBESSSST!”

I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, as if it were trying to milk every drop of semen from my body. After what was by far the longest most intense orgasm I’d ever had, I felt Nikki collapse on top of me, my cock now withering inside her.

I held her gently, barely able to hold my arms around her, until she slid off and onto my side, my cock slipping out of her unceremoniously. She kissed my cheek, her eyes unfocused as they closed.

“Thannnkkyou, Nathhhan,”she slurred her words, “You’re the besssst big brother evvver.”

High on post-coital neurochemicals, we both lay there, covered in an admixture of cum and sweat, and fell asleep.

*

When my eyes opened again, it was morning. Nikki was already awake, looking into my eyes. The sun was shining through my window, illuminating my sister’s face and body. Maybe it was the remnants of oxytocin in my head, but she looked more beautiful now than I’d ever seen her.

“Good morning,” I said, softly.

“Good morning, my love,” she replied, then kissed me gently on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly.

We laid there for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s touch.

“I’ve been thinking,” Nikki broke the silence.

“About what?” I asked.

“You said you’d never leave me again, that we’d always be together,” She paused.

“I promise,” I replied.

“I believe you,” she continued, “but if Mom and Dad split up, I don’t think we’ll be able to live together, at least not for a while.”

I started to respond, but Nikki put a finger on my lips, shushing me.

“I want to finish college,” she explained, “and I can only do that if Mom and Dad continue to pay for it. I wouldn’t be able to afford it even if I got a job, and I know you can’t afford it either. And if Mom and Dad split up, I doubt either of them will be able to keep the house and they both will be forced to rent a smaller place.”

I again wanted to ask her what she was getting at, but her finger remained on my lips.

“Plus, it’s probably best if you got your own place, since I know you could afford it with your job. I can move in with Mom or Dad, whoever is willing to help pay for my college, and when I graduate, I can move in with you. What do you think?”

She finally removed her finger from my lips.

“You’d be okay without seeing me for another four years?” I asked, “I don’t think I could do that.”

“Don’t be silly,” she replied, “You’d have to get an apartment near wherever I end up, whether with Mom or Dad, and we’ll see each other all the time, and even go out on dates every week or so. We just won’t be able to spend the night together for a while.”

I thought about it for a moment, then replied, “I’m sure we can plan some alone time somehow. Maybe not all the time, but every few months or so we can find an excuse to spend the night together somewhere.”

Nikki smiled, “I’ve always wanted to go camping. That seems like a lot of fun.”

Suddenly a thought occurred to me, “But what about thunder? Will you be okay sleeping alone when thunderstorms come through?”

Nikki giggled, then kissed me on the cheek, “Nathan, I haven’t been afraid of thunder since I was twelve years old.”

We both burst out laughing.

*

Mom came home around ten o’clock that morning and told us what had happened when she went to Dad’s work the day before. When she arrived at his boss’s office, he told her that Dad wasn’t working that day, and that he must be somewhere else. In a fit of vengeful lust, Mom had convinced Dad’s boss to fuck her there in the office. Apparently Dad had actually been called in to help a different department, because he went to his boss’s office to inform him of a situation, and he caught him and Mom in the act. Mom accused Dad of cheating, which he admitted to, then quit, telling Mom she should stay with her parents, and came home.

Despite how loud Nikki and I had been that night, Dad didn’t hear a thing. Or if he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

Over the next two weeks things got really awkward, with Mom coming over every few days to get more of her stuff. Nikki and I made love together every night until Dad had to sell the house because he couldn’t afford the Mortgage on his own salary, so things turned out pretty much how Nikki had predicted. Mom lived with her parents for another month, then rented a two-bedroom apartment that she and Nikki moved into. Mom and Dad both contributed to her college, but Dad moved a few hours away, near where the rest of his family lived. I rented a small one-bedroom apartment near my job, which happened to be close to where Mom and Nikki were staying. I visited them almost every day, and Nikki and I went on dates and talked on the phone every night. We didn’t get to sleep together again for several months, when we could finally plan our camping trip. But that’s a story for another time…