*All characters in this story is over the age of 18 and are consenting adults.*
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My name is Nysa, and I just turned eighteen. I am a cheerleader at my school, and I am on the swim team. Only standing 5'2, and weighing a modest hundred and six pounds, most being muscle, 36 B cup breasts which most of the boys love to ogle, with green eyes and auburn hair. At home it is just me, my mom, and my older brother Nick. My dad was a police officer and was killed during a traffic stop. I was only three at the time, and Nick was eight. I really don't remember him, but I know my brother has grown to look like him, with pictures around the house to prove it.
While I was growing up, my brother was very protective of me and my mom. He was always the rock of the family. My mom had told me about the day of my dads passing and the funeral, and said my brother comforted her, instead of the other way around. She said he became a man even though he was at a young age. When I was six, my mom had a hard year as she was laid off at the post office, so when Christmas came around, my brother sold his video console and games, and his bike to give my mom money to buy Christmas gifts for me. He was like this throughout my childhood, making sure I was taken care of one way or another.
We were always very close, and was not uncommon for Nick and I to spend most all of our time together. We would often watch TV until we fell asleep, sometimes even in the same bed, sleeping the night away snuggling and keeping each other warm and secure. At that early age, everything was totally innocent, sweet and fun. I loved it that he was always so gentle with me treating me like I was this princess. We would often hold hands unashamedly and everyone thought it was so cute. But as he grew older, it stopped. Especially about the time I started growing my breasts. He would avoid me, and go to his room for long periods of time locking his door. I thought I had done something wrong.
When I was ten my brother, who was a freshman, started playing football, and he started to gain muscles, bulking up, not freakishly, but in a sexy hot way. He would go to school, do weight training, practice, work his part time job, come home and spend time with us, and somewhere during all of this, he studied. He was on the honor roll, which made mom proud, and remained dedicated to us throughout. I remained his faithful sister and never missed a game.
During his junior year, he became the star linebacker on the team, and began to date one of the popular girls. I hated her, especially when they would go out on dates. Every time he would come home, I would drill him about what they did and what didn't they do. My brother was mostly honest with me. He told me they just made out a lot, and sometimes felt each other up. It would make me mad, but also turned me on, because I would imagine him doing those things to me. One night he came home and he was in a weird mood, and said that he wouldn't be dating her anymore. Mom and I were wondering what happened, but neither of us received an answer. I found out about a week later, she finally talked him into having sex with her. Afterwards, she broke it off with him. It seemed she only wanted to sleep with him for the popularity among the girls in school. My brother was crushed, and I was pissed at her. I wanted to hurt her in ways I had only heard or seen in movies. I tried to be there for him, but he said he was fine. He rarely went on dates except to homecomings or prom, and they were friends only.
After he graduated, he pondered on going to college, but that would mean he would have to move away. There were no colleges around for at least a hundred miles, and he wanted to stay at home and take care of us. So instead he took an apprenticeship at the local diesel mechanic shop. He never stopped working out, maintaining his physique, or his good looks. After a year of being an apprentice, he was finally hired to be a mechanic, doing light work, and gradually became one of the best at the shop. He would go out with his friends on occasion, but would come home earlier than most guys his age to check on me and mom.
Two years ago, my mom became very ill, and found out she had stage four pancreatic cancer. They said there was not much they could do, except to make her comfortable. It was devastating news, and mom and I was a mess. I never once seen Nick cry, but he would hold us when we did and let us drench his shirt with our tears. Six months later, mom succumbed to her illness and passed on. If it wasn't for the strength of my brother, I would never of pulled from the black hole I fell into. Although I knew he was hurting, because he loved mom, he cared more about my feelings. Each day became more bearable because of his warm smile, or just him letting me vent. What he didn't know was each day I became more in love with him.
After some time, we became like roommates, except he was the boss, at least I let him think he was. I did most of the cooking and cleaning, and he did the manly stuff around the house. Of course, he was paying all the bills, and I wanted to do everything for him, just to let him know how much I appreciated him and his dedication to me. He was pulling doubles most days so we could live a little better than just getting by, and of course he wasn't dating. I wondered some nights when i could hear him masturbating in the next room, if he was thinking of me or some random girl. Maybe it was that bitch from high school, which infuriated me, so I fantasized it was me.
When he comes home, he is dirty, sweaty, his knuckles sometimes bloody or bruised from hitting them on an engine block. It makes my panties so wet, and all I would think about was being in the shower with him washing his body down. Lathering my hands with the soap, then taking his cock in my hand and sliding it up and down, and then under his balls. Taking his cock in my mouth when it was clean, and him taking my hair in his hand, forcing it down my throat. Usually I would orgasm with my fingers far up my pussy, moaning his name, and creaming my sheets. He really turned me on. Several times a day I would have to jill myself to thoughts of him in various scenarios in my mind. I never thought I would ever act upon it or even have the chance too. He was my brother after all, and I didn't want to ruin our relationship.
So my feelings became my secret throughout my teenage years, and extremely frustrating. I didn't date anyone or have any guy friends. For that matter, I never had sleep overs, like normal girls did, because most of my friends all thought my brother was hot, which made me jealous. My brother was hot, standing 6'2, about 190 pounds of solid muscle, light brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and I know he is packing, because I have seen the bulge many times. So of course, any woman who looks his way, I become jealous and bitchy.
With my eighteenth birthday coming around the corner, I asked him one night if he was going to do anything special for me. He looked at me for a long period of time. "I haven't thought about it honestly sis. What would you like to do for your birthday?" He asked as he took a drink of his beer.
I smiled, thinking naughty thoughts, but decided to keep them to myself. "I want to go out, maybe out of town where nobody knows who I am." Playing with my hair, looking at him with a mischievous smile.
He chuckled under his breath, "I don't think that is going to happen until after you graduate. Mom and dad would die once again if I let you do that. Besides you going by yourself is hysterical, I'd like to see that."
"Who said anything about me going alone?" I said as I got up and sat beside him on the arm of his recliner. "Maybe a certain someone could escort me, show me a good time in the big city?" I reached over and touched his shoulder giving him my best pout face. He just groaned and shook his head as he drank the rest of his beer.
"OK, but if I do this, you will be doing what I say, and not going on your own." I shook my head in agreement. "I worry about you enough sis." My eyes lit up when he said that, and he raised up from his chair, leaving me there, feeling empty. "We will talk about it more tomorrow Nys', OK?"