"I'll be home rather late tonight," Eric reminded me as we drove to campus, "so don't worry about dinner for me. I'll probably be back around 9PM."
"That's okay," I said, fully understanding his need to visit a client in another city. If the meeting went well, then that client would increase and possibly even double business with my big brother's company, which would also result in a nice bonus for him at the end of the quarter. He said he already had plans for Spring Break for spending the bonus, but would not give me any details.
It saddened me in a way that, because he was my big brother, I could not give him a kiss goodbye when he dropped me off on campus near the library, so I contented myself with patting this thigh and sharing a loving smile with him. After all, the kiss we had shared before leaving the apartment had rivaled Al Gore's infamous kiss, so I could survive without another kiss from my big brother until that night.
*****
Since I almost always return to the apartment first, I was the one to get the mail each day. On that day, the mail included a letter to me from Eric.
I practically ran from the mailbox to the apartment. My heart was pounding, and not just from moving so quickly. While Eric had written letters to me in the past, he had not written to me since we had moved in together, and I had not given that a second thought.
As the A/C began to cool the apartment, I sat on my bed, opening the envelope carefully, my hands almost shaking from the anticipation. When I unfolded the paper inside, there was a printed picture of me naked on Eric's bed, my legs spread obscenely and his seed seeping from my wet sex. I gasped with surprise, but then remembered that he had taken a few pictures of me with his digital camera a few weeks earlier, saying that he wanted add a few pictures of me to his cell phone so that he could occasionally gaze upon me for a few minutes to gain the inspiration to continue with his work.
For several long minutes, I looked at myself the same way my big brother saw me. I saw a young woman whose small breasts made her look like a young teenage girl. Her nipples were prominent, and the expression of lust on her face was unmistakable, her parted lips making her look somewhat wanton. The semen oozing from between her legs made her appear truly comfortable with her sexuality, yet also made her appear used.
It was that last point which really amazed me. Months earlier, I definitely would not have been comfortable with anything sexual. Prior to becoming involved with my big brother, my one and only sexual experience had been anything but satisfying, and had made me feel used and discarded. To see a picture of me with semen spilling from me and an expression of clear lust upon my face was a demonstration of just how far I had progressed sexually under my big brother's tender loving care.
Only then did I turn my attention to the handwritten content:
My precious little sister,
Sometimes, I wonder how our close relationship had not evolved into actual love any sooner than it did. Yet in a way, I'm glad we did wait, because I believe it causes me to appreciate you even more, both as a little sister and especially as a young woman.
I know that sometimes you feel a bit insecure in yourself because of your breasts. Yes they are small, but they are very much you. They are small and sensitive and wonderful to hold - and you are small and sensitive and wonderful to hold. What you have that your breasts do not have, however, are a wonderful personality and an intelligent mind and an abundance of love, and even if you were to have size EE breasts, your personality and your mind and your love would still draw me to you and make me want to have you in my life forever.
