[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..."
