Move in day is never easy for the freshman at Canterbury University. While most of the on-campus student living facilities are fairly modern and up-to-date, the freshman dorms are virtual relics. The buildings are taller than they are long, have too few elevators to accommodate their large student populations, and the staircases are barely wide enough for two people to pass each other. For anyone living above the first floor, moving a life's worth of clothing, food, and amenities can be a nightmare.
For all these reasons, Tiffany was glad she had recruited her big brother to help with the process.
Even for an eighteen year old girl, Tiffany was small. On top of being barely five feet, she was also a mere ninety-five pounds. It was not uncommon for people at a distance to mistake her for a younger girl. Up close though, Tiffany was quite attractive. Her breasts were still slight, but she did have womanly hips and dressed to accentuate her features. Her light red hair also worked to draw people to staring her into her striking green eyes.
If Tiffany had had to move in by herself, she most likely could have accomplished most of the task, given enough trips. However moving objects such as the television set and desk would have been far beyond her. Fortunately she had her brother Glenn.
Where Tiffany was slight, her older brother was massive. The twenty-four year old weighed in at six-and-a-half feet and two hundred and twenty-five pounds of solid muscle. His highschool and college years had both been spent on wrestling, and his accomplishments had not gone to waste as he had moved on to work as a personal trainer.
While at face value the siblings couldn't have possibly been more different, Tiffany held a deep respect for her brother and his commitment to physical fitness, a commitment she had sought to honor in her own way.
On the third floor of the freshman quarters, in suite 318, Glenn dropped the desk to the floor. The man groaned, trying to make sure his sister couldn't hear. "Will this do, T?"
"Oh yeah, that's fine," Tiffany said. "I'm going to get everything adjusted later anyway. The important thing for today was just getting it all up here."
Just the memory of how herculean such a simple task had become made Glenn start to sweat. All around the room were backpacks full of clothing, housing necessities, school supplies he had carried, many three or four at a time. Here and there in the midst of them were larger items which had required individual attention. His muscle began to sing as he recalled the horrible climbs he had made when the elevators were claimed and he just could not wait.
While Glenn worked hard to deny it, the strain he'd put on his body the last eight years was starting to catch up with him. Injuries and strains which would have once amounted to nuisances were gradually becoming something worse. He tried not to think what havoc that could cause in his professional life, but gradually it was becoming clear. He would need professional help, and soon.
"Well, looks like we got all of it," said Tiffany, "And none too soon. I feel like we just got here, but the sun's already going down."
"Which I guess is my cue to scram," said Glenn. "Don't need your big brother here cramping your style on the very first night at college."
"What? No," said Tiffany. Glenn felt her hands grab his arm. He looked down. He'd seen that look before, the puppy dog eyes and mix of adoration and admiration that always got him to do as she asked. What he noticed in that moment though was how she no longer seemed childish. In her crop top and almost-too-short skirt, his sister looked like a woman.
"Somehow I don't think your roommate will take too well to you have a boy over on the first night of school."
"No, it's fine. I got a text from Rebecca earlier and she won't even be here till Sunday. Stay the night. It's the least I can offer after you did most of the unpacking. You have to be tired anyway."
Glenn thought it over. He did feel immensely tired. Driving home might be dangerous. Reluctantly, he agreed.
"Yay!" exclaimed his sister. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into his chest. "It'll be like a sleepover."
Tired as they were, the two went on getting ready for bed. Tiffany took the first turn to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, Glenn took the second. When he got back to the dorm room, it was dark. Expecting his sister to already be in bed, he rounded the corner to the bedroom.
But Tiffany was not yet in bed. Instead, Glenn found her standing beside it. Her skirt was removed revealing yellow panties. The white crop top was pulled up so that the girl could reach the strap on her light blue bra. Not noticing her brother, Tiffany quickly unsnapped and removed it.
Glenn hastily turned. "Sorry! I didn't mean to see that."
Tiffany jumped when she heard, letting out a high squeak. When she realized it was only her brother, she laughed and placed her crop top back over her body. "It's cool! Didn't mean to scare you Glenn, just getting ready for bed."
"You didn't scare me. I just didn't want to invade your privacy. I should have knocked."
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "You're my brother. How many times have you seen me in a swimsuit over the years? Seeing me in my bed clothes is hardly worse than that."
Unwillingly, Glenn's eyes returned to her. Her hands rested on her hips, drawing the eye back to her panties. And even though her breasts were slight, somehow they looked very different without a bra under her shirt. It was hard to tell in this lighting, but did her nipples seem to point? It wasn't that cold in here...
He forced himself to look her in the eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I guess it's not a big deal. Let's just go to bed."
The girl went to her bed soon after, and Glenn could swear she was unconscious before her head hit the pillow. He was jealous. It was high school the last time he slept that well. For a moment he watched, to see if she was really asleep. The blanket rose and fell slowly with her breathing. After a minute, Tiffany rolled and kicked a bit, removing the blanket from part of her lower region and exposing her left leg up to the thigh.
Smiling, Glenn replaced the blanket and covered her up. Lucky kid. He hoped his sister would never experience the issues he had with sleep, or with his body in general.
Assured his sister was slumbering, Glenn got changed. Being a simple man, he removed his shirt and pants to sleep in his boxers. Since this was a two-person room, he had his own mattress to sleep on, and Tiff had provided a second set of sheets and blankets he could use for the night.
Glenn laid himself down, hoping maybe the exhaustion from the day would hit him all at once, sending him into a deep slumber. Instead, as soon as he tried to rest, every ache and knot in his body seemed to turn up to full blast. No matter what side Glenn rested on, he was laying on something painful. He turned and twisted, but no position provided relief. If this would be like most nights, he would eventually succumb to exhaustion and fade from consciousness. He hoped it would come soon...
Tiffany woke to groans and moans. Her first, semi-conscious thought was that her roommate better not be having guys spend the night already. The second reminded her that it was actually her brother in the room with her. Those two thoughts at the same time were unsettling. Tiffany sat up to investigate.
Rather than anything deviant, what she saw was her brother, rolling and twisting, clearly in pain. At first, she felt embarrassed. Her brother had always been big and strong. She relied on him. Seeing him weak like this felt like a betrayal on her part. Maybe she should go back to sleep, pretend like she hadn't seen anything?
This option did not last long in her mind. How often had Glenn volunteered to help with a matter she could not handle on her own? How much time and energy had he sacrificed for her? Now he needed help, she couldn't just turn her back on him.
