A Visit Home

This is a story about roommates that go home to care for the sibling of one of them. It ends up with each of them coupling off with the sibling and an old flame. There is no incest in this story, though the siblings are aware of each other's sexual explorations.

It's long, a slow burn. It's my first crack at a story. Constructive feedback is very welcome.

Ch. 1

Matt's summer ended as nearly as it began. It was that last service call up the hill, one his dad actually told him to handle the next day, but Matt was never one to leave a job undone. At 4PM he made his way up the hill to a client's summer home for a last minute HVAC service request. The client was a prominent business man who wanted a tuneup before he arrived late the next day.

Matt was concerned with all the snow up at the lake this past winter, he might need parts to make any repair. To get an eye on the project he took off at 4PM to make the 90 minute drive up to Bristlecone Lake, but made his way down the hill in an expensive helicopter ride. Matthew and Son [Matt] Heating and Cooling had lost it's heir apparent for a very busy summer.

The drunk driver who hit Matt walked away without a scrape, but Matt's left knee and lower leg were shattered and three surgeries later Matt was on the road to recovery. That was a week before Memorial Day and only now, in early July, did Matt have enough mobility to get his immobilized left leg to work enough to be independent.

He spent two weeks in the hospital, another week in a rehab and was home just in time to watch the end NBA Finals. It wasn't all bad, he surmised, at least he was up a band on his parlays. Still, he was totally dependent on his parents for everything, literally. Even showers were monitored by his mom which was humiliating.

He insisted though, demanded, that his parents take off on their pre-planned long weekend at his father's uncles cabin to celebrate his Aunt's 50th birthday. His mom (step-mom since he was 6 months old), arranged for his half-sister Casey to come and stay to assist Matt but Matt wasn't planning on doing anything for the weekend. Still, he would take the company.

"Honey, we're leaving as soon as your dad gets back from the pharmacy. Just use your AmEx for food delivery or send Casey to the store. Casey is coming tonight, but who knows what she's going to do all weekend. Are you sure about this? I feel bad."

"Mom, it's okay, please go. You've helped me a lot, it honestly just sounds nice to sit here in silence for 5 days", Matt chuckled. His mom had been a huge help, his Dad scrambled to bring back an ex-employee, to pick up the slack but was reminded quickly why he was happy Corey had left last fall. Matthew was on the phone more than Matt had ever seen and Matt knew his dad needed a break.

"I've talked to Corey, we'll be fine this weekend. I have some invoices to get out on Friday, I'll get a lot of work done, promise.".

"Okay, just promise me you'll call if you need anything?"

"Mom, I promise, just go".

It was then that Matthew pulled up, showered, changed, and he and Cathy left for the weekend.

Ch. 2

"Casey, I have to pee, I will do it if you don't pull over."

"Amy, we're like 3 exits away, I'm not stopping!"

Amrita closed her eyes and focused, beneath her breath but enough for Casey to hear she replied "I have had to do this since I was in diapers but I think I can still do it".

"Oh you're so dramatic, whatever. I want Starbucks anyway". Casey pulled off the highway and into the nearest parking lot. Amrita, "Amy", waddled into the store and ordered from the app while she took the longest, most satisfying pee in her life.

"I was going to do it, I swear".

"You wouldn't have" Casey said as she handed Amy her pink drink.

"I barely made it in. Have your parents left yet? I hope to give Matthew a hug, he's the best".

Casey glanced at Amy as they put their sunnies on, "Um, ew? I don't know I think we might miss them". Just then her phone pinged from Cathy telling Casey to wait at the Starbucks to say goodbye. "Apparently they're on their way, I really need to stop sharing my location with with mom". As she navigated her settings, Matthew and Cathy pulled up in the lifted pearl Chevy 2500.

Amy smiled, she loved it when Matthew had visited Casey at college. Not only because of the free food and groceries for the dorm, but he was a ruggedly handsome guy. He looked every bit of the 52 on his driver's license, but he worked out religiously and had pythons protruding from his t-shirts and a confidence that drove Amrita wild.

"Matty Fresh!" Amy lifted her arms, her tiny midriff showing shouting her nickname for the elder Matthew Frasier. Cathy hugged her daughter while Amy got a side hug from Matthew.

"Did you order me coffee?"

"No, mother, you're on your own. Dad, did you fix my shower head in my bedroom?"

"No, sweetie, I've been a little busy."

"For the past year?"

"Cool it punk, you and Bonita Amrita can use our bathroom, Matt is using the hallway." Matthew Fraser was a typical dad, coming up with nicknames that might sound cool (to him), though perhaps not culturally sensitive.

Amrita Agarwal hailed from Denver, the only daughter of a trucking magnate. Her 3 brothers were all older and part of the family business. Amrita had no interest in sticking around cold and boring Denver, she headed west to study nursing and in a happy twist of fate, became fast friends with Casey Frasier. The two of them originally lived across the hall from each other at Stony Creek University, but moved in together one month after they started when Amy's roommate decided college wasn't for her.

Casey and Amy were inseparable and "Matty Fresh" visits meant good eating, the occasional clothing excursion and a kind of "second Papa". Amrita's real dad was more than happy with the arrangement as it was a responsible set of eyes on his prized daughter and they even shared Thanksgiving together at the Frasier's. Matthew and Amir hit it off, talking business and big game hunting throughout the weekend.

Casey and Amy both landed internships at the local hospital for the summer, Casey in the physical therapy department, and Amrita in the ER where she shadowed a physician once a week in anticipation of med school after undergrad.

But the long July 4th weekend meant nothing to do and Cathy asked if Casey would mind coming home in the off chance Matt needed anything. The first week was pretty rough as Matt didn't have the strength and stability to do much, learning how to use the bathroom, shower, and get to bed was a team effort. Cathy assured Casey Matt was able to shower on his own now and he wouldn't need help anymore, but it made Cathy feel better to know Casey was there just in case.

"I got a bunch of groceries, the trash needs to be put out Thursday night but other than that, you're good to go!" Cathy moved to hug Amy bye as Matthew grabbed his daughter by the lower back, hugged her tight and said quietly "Seltzer's in the fridge, you know where everything else is". He winked and Casey giggled. "Thanks Daddy".

Ch. 3.

"Matt....Matt?" Casey announced herself as she walked in. Amy began unloading the bags as Casey went to find her half brother. "Matt?"

Matt was asleep on the couch, as per usual in the afternoons now. His wrapped left leg propped outside the light blanket on top of European sham pillows Cathy purchased for this arrangement. Matt was always fit, but the past two years working for his dad brought a whole new level of fitness and then the past 6 weeks had cut almost any unnecessary fat from his body entirely.

Wearing boxer briefs and no shirt, Casey saw a half-brother that was even more handsome than she had known in the past. The bottom half covered except for the protruding leg, Matt's dickroot was clearly visible. A deep v cut from his abdominal core down to the base of his member, with a trail of dark brown hair extending from his belly button down beneath the waist band of his boxer briefs caused Casey to pause and lightly place the blanket up a little bit. Matt stirred and felt his sister hug him. Startled he apologized.

"Sorry, they just left, I usually fall asleep in my room, but...."

"Matt!" Exclaimed Amy.

"Amrita, what are you doing here?"

"Mom didn't tell you? Amy came as well".

"Oh, that's great, she might have told me, but I'm so tired of her I stopped listening" Matt laughed.

Matt started to get up, looking for his shirt, while Amy gave him a big hug.

"Sorry, I think my shirt is in the other room....I...."

Amy laughed "I don't care...in fact, Casey and I were talking about going to the pool just now".

"Yeah, that does sound good" Matt said, getting up. Slowly. "I'll go change, be out shortly".

Matt hobbled off and once out of ear shot Amy whispered to Casey "I'll go help" with an airiness in her voice that set off an alarm in Casey's brain. "Ew, you're obnoxious", Casey quickly replied.

Amrita had blossomed in the year away from home, though not necessarily physically. Small, she looked more like a sophomore in high school than she did a sophomore in college. But in other ways she'd come a long way. She confided in Casey over late nights of gummy fueled confessions that she'd only ever kissed a guy once, but had a couple less than favorable encounters with boys in high school where they tried to put hands where they don't belong.

It was only in college that she had started to really become her own. Casey was the first to ask for a code or understanding that if the other was coming back earlier than expected from class. Personal business was during the day, as the evenings were a coming-and-going of outfit changes, visits from young women (studying and clothes swapping) and men (peacocking assholes). Amrita, innocence defined in September, became Amy by November, taking after Casey's lead at Casey's joking playfulness.

Casey was somewhere between a earthy hippy and a spoiled daughter of a mini HVAC empire. 5'10, a natural athlete with broad shoulders, she was a local swimming champion in her club team, she had no intention of swimming competitively past high school. In fact the only reason she swam in high school was because Matt's best friend Darren set records in long distance swimming nearly every meet. He was a dream to look at, and he became the only thing she thought about as she sat very close to the jets in enormous bathtub in her mother's bathtub.

Cathy, not blind to the time spent and the startled look on Casey's face when she walked into a nightly bath at the age of 15, had a very womanly talk with Casey and for her 16th birthday a very special and trustworthy friend appeared on her nightstand. No words were spoken between the two, but the quick glance across the dinner table that night between mother and daughter was all that needed to be communicated.

It was that special friend that went to Room 214 in Ames Dormitory at Stony Creek U, first in a bag on the shelf, then a basket under the bed, then a permanent place in the cabinet above her pillow, nearly conspicuous next to the hair ties and lotions that passed between Amy and Casey. Gummy fueled conversations lead to sober and giggly conversations about techniques and notions of pleasure. Amy, ever a quick study began to feel her way to that pleasure, her mind opening just as much as her womanhood in those moments while Casey was supposedly asleep.

Casey, ever direct and boundary less, encouraged this blossoming by using her daddy-funded debit card on a raunchy website to upgrade her accompaniment and leave by her bedside a friend for Amy just as her mom had done years before. A simple word from a red-faced Amy "thanks", was what caused the agreement to use the "friend" as they called it during the other's class hours only. Amy took to using it nearly every day (the curtained showers were the best) and with that progression came a comfort in her own body. A comfort enough that after thanksgiving, tops and bras were a rarity in the comfort of their dorm.

Casey with the swimmer's body usually kept her red hair in a braid, its length reaching the prominence of her substantial breasts. She had lost some of the definition of her swimmer's physique but her strong core remained. About the only practice that remained from her daily swimming habit of high school was her tightly trimmed pubic hair. She never liked the feeling or the look of bare skin around her vulva so she kept a tight womanly look on her pubis, but shaved the sides in every shower.

"I forgot a towel, where are they? Here, help me with this..." Amy said as she turned her back to Casey, pointing to the top three buttons on the top of her silky romper. "In the closet outside" Casey replied as she unbuttoned the back buttons in front of the vanity where Amy was unpacking her extensive skin treatments

Amy, nearly a full foot shorter than Casey, let the expensive silk strapless romper drop revealing a caramel brown back with a matching strapless bra above bright pink bootie shorts riding high atop a tight, petite ass. She stood there, unclasped her bra, cupping her hands and pushing up underneath her breasts, C cups, relieving pressure caused by the bra. Her caramel brown breasts gave way to a dark shade of inverted nipple that only came out of hiding during periods of arousal. She took off her pink panties, revealing a course patch of black pubic hair over a tiny shadow of a vulva that had become a familiar sight to Casey.

Amrita would have never been so free, Amy was a different story.

Ch 4.

Matt was already in the pool by the time the girls came out, Casey in a modest two piece covering her double d breasts and a full coverage bottom that she wore in high school, while Amy flittered out in a strapless tiny green and white polka dotted two piece that did cover her 30C bust, but not much else.

"Darren is coming over, I hope that's alright" Matt said to no one in particular. "He heard you were coming in and I figured since I'm no fun right now, he'd entertain you".

Casey shot Amy a look that conveyed more than her reply "Oh, okay, sounds good, how is he?"

While Matt gave a very brief update on Darren's college swim season at the local junior college, Casey's mind was taken to a time the previous summer after Casey graduated that Darren and Casey shared a very brief hands-on fling that culminated in Casey's move to Stony Creek and only sparing text messages in the months that followed. Amy knew about Casey's adventures in Darren's parents pool house, and knew that Casey would have let him go all the way but the dalliance was short lived.

Darren arrived about 45 minutes later with a couple racks of spiked seltzers. "What's up cripple?"

"Stuff it" Matt said as he reached back to dap up his best friend.

Casey had not seen Darren in person since last summer but their flirtatious Snap history perhaps added to her feeling of warmth she found rising in her womanhood. As she stood to greet him, she made sure her considerable assets were peaking out the top of the low-cut one piece.

"Darrrrrren" she cried in the nasally voice she used to get his attention in the pool in high school.

"Casey, great to see you".The hug was tight and lingering, Darren's hand placed just so on the small of her exposed back, his strong hand bringing their pelvis' very close. Casey got warmer.

Casey introduced Amy to Darren and for the next couple hours they sat, drank and laughed. Casey had changed into a two piece and caught some sun, falling asleep slightly with the back of her suit exposed. Warmer still.

Ch. 5

It was obvious that Darren and Casey were catching up in a flirtatious and intentional way which left Amy and Matt to fend for themselves. Matt's had taken the brace off and was sitting on the cabana deck in the shallow end, left leg extended and right leg bent while Amy availed herself of pool floaty with the cup holder that jCathy claimed as her own. Amy, all 5'0 if you squint had assets that were perfectly placed and proportion. Matt had noticed her perfectly shaped and firm ass when she walked in the pool, the full coverage bottom doing it's job except for the edges. For being so short, her c-cup breasts cut an impressive outline above hips that exuded motherhood-to-be. Though 18 for only 9 months, she had dispensed with the baby-fat of adolescence that Casey still carried with her. She had actually lost 5 pounds her freshman year and shed her innocence in the process. Aside from her new found love of self-love (thanks to Casey), she bagged a boyfriend for a couple months over the winter that resulted in sex, if you can call the two minutes that he lasted that. Amy was on the prowl and Casey, for her part, knew there was some risk that Amy would make a move on Matt over the long weekend.

"When do you think you'll get to be out of the brace altogether?" Amy asked, seltzer in hand, sunnies on, her hair pulled up into a messy bun, her breasts floating nicely above the water. She was using her foot under the crook of Matt's propped up knee to not drift away. Matt, not the touchy-feely kinda guy, noticed this and didn't mind.

"Technically I shouldn't even be doing this" pointing to his zipper scar that was healing really well owing to the fact that he was young and healthy. "But it gets itchy under that bulky thing so I figure the chlorine can't hurt. I put the antibiotic ointment on it every chance I get, I probably don't need too. Better safe than sorry or something...." He trailed off. He recognized though 20 years old he was sounding more and more like his dad. Yikes.

"I'm getting another one, can I get you one?" Amy asked, flipping her sunnies on top of her head as she pulled herself closer to the stair using Matt's leg. "Yeah, I'll have another".

Amy stood very close to Matt getting out, the water beading off her caramel brown skin. She smelled like the sun and Matt caught himself taking a long look at her body from the breasts down as she stood up. Amy noticed too and smirk, getting out closer to him than probably needed. Amy knew that one way or another she was going to O tonight, she didn't care if it was in bed next to a sleeping Casey.....or another way.

Ch. 6

Darren, ever the party host had purchased some chicken and veggies on his way over and was on the grill. Casey, wearing a sarong now over her bottoms, brought Darren another and by this point she was comfortable enough to stand just off his right and slightly behind, angled so that her breasts were perfectly between his right arm as he worked the grill. The music, the sun and the booze had brought her into a very relaxed state and she enjoyed the slight touch of his arm against her chest. Cautious touches soon turned in a hand on the top of the side of his bright blue trousers. At this, Darren turned and gave Casey a knowingly glance which warmed her up further still. This night was headed exactly where Casey hoped and she began to not care what anybody thought about it, her step-brother included.

"So, Darren", Casey crooned, "your snap has been awfully quiet and I see Madelyn is a top friend".

Laughing, "don't you worry about me, I'm a grown man, what's going on with you?" Darren replied.

"Whole lotta nothing, that last semester kicked my ass and then I was dumb enough to sign up for two summer classes. But, I'm on track to graduate early, possibly even a year early If I keep up this pace".

"Oh yeah? Smarty pants? What's next? Doctor school or some shit?"

"I've decided on kinesiology and eventually physical therapy. I love how the body works and recovers."

"That's cool, you can make good money in that I hear"

"In private practice"

"In what now?"

"Private. Practice." Casey enunciated and caught a wry smile from Darren. "You're nasty, get your mind out the gutter."

"Settle, I thought you were practicing privately something, I was like, damn girl, it's early but I can help you out".