Derek had been asleep for maybe a few hours when the phone ringing jolted him awake. He rolled over and took a quick glance at the clock on his nightstand... 3:47am... it must be important he thought to himself. Still half asleep Derek answered the phone and heard a woman call his name. She sounded like she was crying.
"Angela?" he said, somewhat confused.
"Yes" was the response "It's me, Derek. Oh god... it's horrible. Richard's dead."
Derek sat straight up in bed, shocked, and turned on the lamp next to his alarm clock.
"Jesus, Ang, what happened?" he said, still half asleep.
Angie explained that her husband, Richard, had been driving home from a conference late at night when someone in the oncoming lane swerved and slammed into his car. The paramedics tried to save him, but he died shortly after arriving at the hospital. The police told Angela they suspect the other driver had been drinking.
"I don't know what to do, Derek. I feel so all alone. The funeral is in three days, and I'm so lost. Can you come here, please? I need someone. I need your help." Angela said between heaving sobs.
Derek ran his fingers through his hair and took in all he'd been told. His head was swimming.
"Of course. Of course I can, Ang." Derek said in as comforting a tone as he could. "I'll go see the dean tomorrow morning and explain what happened and that I need a little time off from my thesis work. It won't be a problem."
"Thank- you, Derek. Thank-you so much. I just don't know what to do or who to turn to. I need you now more than ever." Angela said, her voice sou nding a litle more like her usual self now.
"It's no problem. I'll be there tomorrow night, Ang. I love you." Derek said.
After Derek hung up the phone he lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of his bed and tried to digest the news. It was only four years ago when his and Angela's parents had been killed in a plane crash while on vacation in California. Shortly after that Angela married Richard and moved several hundreds of miles away, then Richard began his Masters thesis in biology. He was so was busy with school that he had neglected to keep in-touch with his sister. So much had happened in a short span of time, and Derek and his older sister had drifted apart somewhat. Derek was just a couple of months shy of his 22nd birthday a when their parents were killed, and Angela was 25. He had come to rely on her more in the absence of his parents, but her getting married and moving away had hurt what was once a very close relationship between them. Derek, like most teenage boys, was shy and awkward around girls so he often looked to his older sister for advice on dating and other things. She was always patient and never teased him and he always appreciated it.
Derek stamped out his cigarette, turned out the light, and got back into bed. As he lay staring at the ceiling in the darkness his mind wandered to how back when he was in his teenage years he would often sneak peeks down Angela's top when she would bend over around him, or try to brush against her in hopes of feeling her breasts against his arm or back. Occasionally she would notice him staring, but would simply smile or occasionally say "Bad boy. You shouldn't be looking at them, little brother." That was always enough to make Derek feel embrassed and guilty, but as the years passed it occured to him that she never seemed to really mind him staring at her breasts because she never once got angry at him when she caught him looking at her. Derek had always found his sister very pretty. At 5'4" she had always wished she was taller like models, and would often try different hair styles to make her jet black hair look like an actress or model she admired. She tried not to appear vain, but she was always secretly proud of her breasts. By the time she had reached 20 they had developed into at least a C-cup, and on her slim frame they looked disproportionate.
Derek's mind jolted back to the present and the tragedy that he'd been told of tonight. He also realized that his memories of his younger years of staring at his big sister's breasts had given him an erection. His hand slipped inside his boxers and he slowly stroked himself thinking of how Angela would sit on the couch next to him and lean over him to check out the TV Guide or magazine in his hands, therefore giving him a good look down her tanktop or blouse at her large breasts. There were so many times that he wished he just had the nerve to reach out and feel her breasts... just once. The sight of her large breasts swaying inside her loose tops had given him plenty of fuel for fantasy as a teen, and he had spent many nights in bed stroking his cock while he imagined what it would be like to feel his sister's breasts, and more...
Derek got up early the next morning and hurried over to the dean's office to explain that his brother-in-law had been killed in an auto accident and that he would need to take a leave for berievement from his studies. Thankfully his dean, Mr. Winchester, was very understanding and told Derek to take all the time he needed. Leaving Dean Winchester's office Derek checked his watch and realized he had better hurry up and pack if he was going to make it to Angela's house by nightfall since he had a 3 hour drive ahead of him. He hurriedly threw a suit and some clothes in a suitcase and set off for Angela's.
By the time Derek arrived it was close to 5pm and Angela had seen his car pull in and was waiting for him at the door. Derek set his suitcase down at his sister's feet and gave her a long hug, holding her tight against him. Angela buried her face in Derek's neck and burst into tears.
"Thank-you for coming. I don't know how I could get through this without you. You're the only one I have now." she said as she sobbed into his chest.
Derek pulled his sister closer to him and rubbed her back gently in an effort to comfort her. They stood there like that for a minute and Derek couldn't help but notice how nice his sister's breasts felt against his chest. He may have felt guilty, but his cock didn't and he could feel himself getting hard as Angela pressed herself tighter against him. Derek slid his hands from his sister's shoulders to the small of her back and gently pushed her away before she could feel his erection against her.
He cleared his throat and said "We should be getting inside. It's cold out here."
Angela loosened her grip on her brother and stepped away, then glanced down at her chest. Her nipples were obviously hard and poking through her t-shirt. She nervously crossed her arms over her chest and smiled.
"I'm not cold, I'm just happy to see you." Angela said and smiled. "Come on. Let's go in." she said reaching for Derek's hand and pulling him into the house. Derek sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Angela got out plates and bowls and set the table.
"You must be hungry. It's getting late. I haven't felt like eating all day, but if you have something I will too." she said as she smiled at her younger brother who sat nervously trying not to stare at his sister's obviously hard nipples poking out of her thin t-shirt.
While preparing supper Angela watched her brother sitting at the table. She found it somewhat hard to believe that he had gone from the geeky teenager he was to a handsome young man. At close to 6' tall Derek often turned women's heads. Either they noticed his wavy brown hair, piercing green eyes, or his muscular body -- the result of several years of hard work on his part lifting weights at the local gym. Angela thought to herself that if he weren't her brother she too would have been quite taken by him.
The next few days passed by very quickly and were filled with Derek helping Angela to hastily make funeral arrangements and contact relatives. The day of the funeral was understandably hard for everyone and Angela seldom left Derek's side -- clinging to him for support and comfort throughout the day. Derek felt a sense of relief once it was all over, but was also worried about Angela. He wondered how she would manage to carry on, but he also knew that she's always been strong and resouceful. Thankfully Richard had a sizable life insurance policy, so money was the least of Angela's worries.
A few days after Richard's funeral Derek was sitting on the sofa one evening watching tv when Angela returned from grocery shopping close to suppertime. She sat down next to him and smiled.
"What ya watching?" she said.
Derek shrugged and said "Just some stupid reality show. There's else nothing on."
The siblings sat in silence for close to an hour when Angela suddenly leaned over and kissed Derek's cheek softly.
