My half-sister, Liz, 21, and I, Jon, 22, same dad, different moms, grew up really close. We didn't have much growing up. Nearly had to share everything together — toys, rooms, even clothes. Liz wore most of my old clothes as I grew out of them. Our parents had us bathe together as kids because it was easier for them and then shower together after we grew out of baths to save on the water bill until we started complaining that it was too weird. Eventually, we got to shower separately.
Our dad was a heavy equipment mechanic and repaired broken-down machinery on site, often at remote locations and at any time, day or night. Needless to say, he worked long hours and was not around too often. My stepmom, who I consider my mom due to my birth mom having nothing to do with me, drug problem, that's why my dad left her and could get full custody of me. She worked two jobs, one at a stable nursing home and the second as a living assistant that traveled to the homes of the elderly.
So all that to say, we mostly only had each other. Many a night, we would be alone. We taught ourselves how to feed ourselves, entertain each other, and comforted one another. There was even a time when we stole some bikes from the neighborhood bullies and taught each other how to ride them. We helped each other when we got hurt and would stay up way late into the night, just tell each other our thoughts, hopes, and dreams. Liz would often sleep in my bed because she would have bad nightmares, often about an unknown, shadowy figure chasing her while unable to find our parents or me.
Ok so cut to the present. Currently, living in my two-bedroom apartment and my roommate is deciding to move out. I can't afford the rent by myself and I'll have to find a roommate. I posted an online ad but haven't had much luck, mostly scams.
During a call with Liz, I mentioned that I'm trying to find a new roommate and fill her in on the details. She then responds by detailing me about her current mean, drama-filled roommates, which she completely hates. She then pauses before asking me if she could move and I could take down the ad, I say sure and she's been living with me for about a month.
Living with my sister is great. We have movie night nearly every night, with a bucket full of freshly microwaved movie butter popcorn. We take turns cooking and I admit Liz has far superior cooking skills, and it stayed that way until one night.
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Some light knocking on my door nudges me awake. I look at my alarm clock at its 1am.
"Jon. Are you awake"
I lie there still and quiet
"Please, I had a nightmare? Can I come in?"
"Liz? Hey, it's late."
"Yeah, I know. I'm just too scared to sleep alone. Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
"Yeah, that's fine, hold on."
I sleep naked and also keep the door locked. I find my discarded clothes from yesterday and put some of them on. I open the door and my sister greets me with a smile of relief. She's wearing an old shirt that used to be mine a long time ago; it goes past her thighs and is way too big for her.
"Come on in." I gesture with sweeping arms.
I get back in bed and turn on my back covering myself with a blanket. Liz curls up next to me, just like she did when we were little. It felt familiar and reassuring, we had gone through so much together and we would never lose our bond, I was her rock during hard times as she was mine.
In a low voice that I wasn't entirely sure was meant for me, I heard a faint whisper, "Thanks big brother" followed by a sniffle before she put her arm around me and her head nestled into my shoulder. My heart melted a little to be able to put my sister at ease.
I got woken up by her tossing and turning; it's cold and the blanket is nowhere to be found. My room is dimly lit, but I can see that her shirt is twisted up to her waist, she has nothing else on and her shaven pussy is on display and the bed has a noticeable wet spot. Her legs twist and stretch as if she is trying to escape something that has her bound. Moans and whimpers are coming from her "No... Stop... Not There... Unh, No."
I shake her gently: "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here."
Her body startles at my touch, her eyes open wide, and her hands fly between her legs, feeling around. I watch as she presses a finger into her pussy before bringing her fingers to her lips, using her tongue to taste it before giving a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank goodness it was only a dream." She bursts into tears and wraps her arms around me. "You're here, thank goodness, your here."
I stroked her hair, confused. I have questions, for sure, but right now, I know my sister needs comforting. "Yeah, I'm here, don't worry I'm here."
We lie back down, this time facing each other as our foreheads press together, just like how we would fall asleep countless times when we were younger. Liz starred, looking at me softly. I starred back, wondering what was going on in her head. Her face hasn't changed much; she has all the same facial expressions as I remember, just with a more refined and grown-up face.
"I see you still suffer from nightmares," I say lowly.
"They are worse now." She said. "Shadowy figures chase me as I try to find anyone to help me. When I can find no one, they eventually catch me and rip off my clothing and they rape me with disgusting things. Shoving objects in me like raw fish or moldy corn. The dream is vivid and it feels so real. The only way I can convince myself that it wasn't real is to give myself a taste."
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I heard a knock on my door "Jon, can I sleep here again." The door opened. I must have not locked it.
"Wait, I need to put on some underwear."
She sees my boxers on the ground and throws them at me as she snuggles up next to me. Her hands are ice when she wraps her arm around my chest. I slide my boxers on from under the blanket.
She told me about this dream — it was an anxiety dream. That she would be naked somewhere and then someone ridicules her body for being weird. I didn't think her body was weird at all, Liz has an athletic build she was a cross-country runner in high school and maintained her lifestyle with daily five-mile or more runs.
"Why would someone ridicule your body," I said
"I don't know, they just do. I've only ever had one boyfriend. I just don't think I'm attractive"
"You are very attractive."
"Ok, now you're just saying that to make me feel better."
"No really. A lot of my friends only refer to you as my 'hot sister'," I put some sultry emphasis on hot sister.
I mimicked a few of my friends' voices "Hey what's your hot sister up to"
and "Why don't don't you bring your hot sister around" to be fair, she was very attractive.
I could see her think this over and smile a bit. I tried to change the topic to distract her.
