Author's Note: Hi y'all! Just to let you know, even though this is a spin-off of my ongoing Freshman Week story, I have specifically written it to be enjoyable as an isolated story too. So if you are a long-time reader of mine, welcome back! If you have no idea what Freshman Week is but want a Christmas-themed brother/sister story, I hope you'll stick around. Enjoy!
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Glenn woke up to the dinging of his phone. It was a message from his sister, Tiffany. His pulse picked up when he saw her name on the phone screen.
Semester over!
her message read.
I'll be home tonight.
He typed back,
Great. See you then.
He dropped his phone on his pillow and groaned.
"What was that?" asked the girl beside him, Felicity.
Glenn rolled over to face her. He and Felicity had been friends since high school. Only recently had their relationship taken a turn for the sexual and, he hoped, romantic. She had always been a beautiful girl and was now a beautiful woman. She had deep brown eyes, long curly black hair that she kept admirably tame, warm caramel-colored skin, and curves that left him speechless. She looked nothing at all like Tiffany.
But Glenn couldn't look her in the eyes when he thought about his sister.
"It was nothing," he said, "Just family stuff. I think I'll be busy setting up for Christmas tonight."
"Christmas, huh?" Felicity said, wrapping her arms around his bicep and nuzzling close to his body. "Would that be a good time for them to meet someone special?"
Glenn flinched away. "Uh, maybe. It really depends on who all is going to be home for the holidays. We don't want to overcrowd the place, right?"
"Sure. I don't mean to push." Felicity untangled herself from the man and climbed out of bed. The typically warm tone she used with him was absent when she continued speaking. "Anyway, I have to get ready for work. You know how to lock up on the way out."
Glenn cringed again. Always saying the wrong thing. That was his style.
"Yeah babe," he said. "I'll see you later."
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Work passed slowly that day. Glenn enjoyed his job as a personal trainer. Especially now that he had started seeing a chiropractor on a regular basis and wasn't in perpetual agony. But it was very physical work. And seeing the ways that his clients would bend and flex their bodies inexplicably kept bringing to mind
that night
, the one he never thought about.
His little sister had been moving to college for her freshman year. He'd gone to help her unpack. It was agony with the muscular issues he had been dealing with at the time, but for her sake he tanked through it. He made it through the day without a single complaint. But then night came. And when he layed down to sleep, there was no lying about how he felt.
So Tiffany had volunteered to help. She was compassionate like that. Too compassionate, in retrospect. She knew a thing or two about massage and couldn't let her brother suffer alone. She took the pain away, at least for a few minutes. But her selfish big brother had to go and get excited over what had only been a kind act, not an overture. And she noticed.
His recall over just how things had transpired after that point was foggy at best. Had he made a pass at her? Did he push her to do something she wouldn't have? Was he the monster? Glenn didn't feel like he was that kind of guy. But Tiffany was a sweet and shy girl, innocent and borderline virginal. Plus, she was his sister. The idea he had done something wrong, hurt her and poisoned their relationship beyond repair, was the possibility that made the most sense.
He tried to play it cool the morning after. The event was barely mentioned. He took her out for pancakes where precious little conversation was exchanged and left immediately after. Since then they had barely addressed each other. He liked her posts on social media, and her his. Anytime she came home to visit he had somewhere to be. He didn't know a thing about Tiffany's life. He could barely stand to think about her.
And for the next few weeks, they'd be staying under the same roof.
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"Glenn, guess who's here!" called his father's voice from down the hall.
Glenn felt an illogical bolt of irritation. He didn't need to guess, it was too obvious.
The young man armored up with a benign happy expression before leaving his room. He double-checked the mirror for any signs of a grimace. When at last he was satisfied with his faux-joviality, he made his way to the living room.
She hadn't changed at all in the past few months. That was his first thought. His little sister was still little. She hadn't gotten any taller than her just-above five foot stature she'd had before, and he sincerely doubted she had gained more than five pounds on her skinny frame. Her cheeks were still sprinkled with freckles and her eyes were the same shimmering emeralds. She had shifted her hair from blonde to a soft orange, but Tiffany always had liked playing with her hues.
But when Tiffany turned and her eyes found his, Glenn suddenly had the strangest feeling that a different girl was standing in his living room. Tiffany had never possessed the same shy affect toward her close family that she did with all other people, but an innate element of her nature had always been demure. But when Glenn looked into the eyes of that freshman woman, he detected an inner light that hadn't been present before. A confidence.
That confidence was all the more apparent with the way Tiffany sailed toward her big brother seconds after seeing him. "Glenn! Oh my god, hi!" she sang.
When she hugged him, Glenn found that his arms reflexively hugged her back. It wasn't the same. They were both fully dressed now. He couldn't be feeling the pinprick sensation of the erect nipples on her meager breasts pressing into his skin. Her lips weren't so close to his neck that he could feel her breathing. He certainly couldn't feel her wispy, blonde pubic hairs tantalizingly tickling his calves. And yet all of those sensations came to mind when her body pressed up to his.
Glenn clapped his sister on the back, hastening the progress of their embrace into a polite hug. She backed up and looked up toward his face. "I'm really glad to see you. It's been too long."
He felt warm. He
could not
be blushing right now. "Definitely. I'm glad you got here safely."
He let his parents pry her away from him, and for the rest of the evening he allowed a distance to naturally form. They sat apart at dinner, only making light inquiries into the other's life. Passively, Glenn learned that his sister had made friends with her roommate and was excelling at most of her classes. He was glad for her.
He went to bed early that night, a hard day of work in the morning as his excuse. No one tried to argue, but he felt an irrepressible bit of guilt anyway.
He couldn't stand being close to his sister, he couldn't stand staying away. What kind of brother was he?
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A tiny dorm room. A cramped bed. A small girl in a tight white crop top and little yellow panties.
Glenn woke up slowly. The first thing he was aware of was the sticky sensation around his crotch. Embarrassing. How old was he again?
He didn't dwell on the dreams.
After getting washed up, Glenn entered the common area of the house to make his breakfast. Despite being the first to bed, he found that he was not the first to rise. Mom was already up, flipping pancakes over a hot stove.
"Morning, Mister Muscles. Can I get you a plate ready?"
"Sure, Mom. Thanks," he muttered. He poured himself a cup of coffee and headed into the living room to watch some TV while he waited.
Evidently, he was not the first to have such an idea. Tiffany and their father were already waiting for him. He blinked his still glazed eyes as he tried to process the pair.
Glenn's dad was a lot like him. He had been a large, muscular man when he was younger, but age got the best of all people in the end. While he was still tall and wide, a charming layer of fat had overwhelmed his prior physique. He wasn't what most people in the midwest would consider fat, but "plump" would be an apt adjective.
But whether he was mostly muscles or mostly fat, he had been big for all of Glenn and Tiffany's lives. While Glenn had eventually reached a similar stature, Tiffany took after their mother. Having a perpetually tiny daughter had been something of a blessing to the parents. While there was no denying Glenn's maturity, even if he did still live at home, their daughter was a child frozen in amber. Many of the interactions they had developed with Lil' Tiff had wound up sticking around for Teen Tiff, and apparently even for the adult she was today.
Only a year ago, even six months ago, the site Glenn found in the family living room wouldn't have struck him as odd at all. But now it was borderline intolerable.
Sitting on her father's lap watching some morning talk show was Tiffany. Dad was slightly reclined and she sat sideways so he could see the television passed her, eating a bowl of grapes that she had propped in between her legs. Her outfit was a familiar one: A plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue cotton panties.
"Jesus, Tiff. You could put some clothes on for the rest of us."
Tiffany wrinkled her eyebrows and glanced at the young man as she chewed a grape. "But this is what I've worn on Saturday mornings forever," she said after swallowing.
"Yeah, but now you're- you know- a grown-up."
Their dad waved a hand at his son. "With respect kid, what are you talking about?"
It occurred to Glenn then that his own morning uniform consisted of gray sweatpants and no shirt. His abs, pecs, and biceps were exposed for all to see, and a discerning eye might notice from the outline of his crotch that he had opted for a state of military dress best expressed as "commando."
Glenn frowned down at his own exposed body. "Right. Y'know, I'm sorry. It's early. Not enough caffeine."
Dad accepted this excuse and went back to his show, but Tiffany's eyes lingered. As her annoyed expression melted off, Glenn saw something else twinkling in those emerald eyes. Concern? Sympathy?
Glenn retreated to the kitchen to have a pleasantly meaningless conversation with Mom. Once pancakes were eaten, he had to head straight out for work.
He found himself so busy, he didn't get home until well after eleven o'clock at night.
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"It must be nice having your sister back at the house. Just like old times, right?"
It hadn't even occurred to Glenn that Felicity would know about Tiffany. But of course, even if he thought of her as a different person now, she was his sister. She'd lived in this town for all their lives. Plenty of people knew her, and plenty would have heard she was around.
Felicity had just gotten out of the shower and was now shuffling through her dresser looking for clothes. She was still utterly naked, and allowed water to drop from her hair and body onto the carpet with no apparent thought.
Glenn was lounging in her bed with the sheets pulled back, himself fully exposed. "Not quite like old times. I don't know how to phrase it. She's my sister, but she's not my
little
