We live in a moderately sized city in the southeast US. My sister, Nicky, and I, Robby, live with our parents in a three bedroom, two bath, 2800 square foot development home on a cul-de-sac in a quiet corner of the city.
Both of our parents work full time as does my sister. Nicky is four years older than I am and is embarrassed to be living at home with her parents again. She graduated from university four years ago and, until last month, had been working at the university as a teacher and sharing an apartment with another woman. She's still working at the university but her housemate got married and Nicky couldn't afford the rent on her own, so she's living at home with her parents and brother again. We're only thirty miles from the university so it works well for her. It has, however, put a major crimp in her social life. She no longer has a place to entertain her admirers, some of whom are living in the university dorms.
I'm just completing my undergraduate junior year at the university. I'm majoring in Computer Science with a focus in microprogramming. I have an agreement with my parents. I can continue to live at home as long as I attend school. Otherwise, I would be expected to move out or pay rent. I'm considering continuing on in graduate school after next year. I don't have a social life to put a crimp in since I've never had a place to entertain the women I admire. However, I do manage to fulfill my obligations to the opposite sex at fraternity parties and other venues.
Finals are next week after which both Nicky and I will be off for the summer. Two weeks later, mom and dad leave on a three-week adventure cruise to the south Pacific. It's a trip they've been working on for over a year as a celebration of their thirtieth wedding anniversary. It is to be their trip of a lifetime, flying from Atlanta to Singapore, 2 days in Singapore, a fifteen-day Southeast Asia cruise and flying back to Atlanta.
The week after finals was somewhat hectic, with mom and dad scurrying around to complete last-minute items for their trip. Nicky and I just tried to stay out of their way. Their flight from Atlanta was scheduled to leave on Thursday at 10:45 in the evening. I was volunteered to drive them the two hours to Atlanta and pick them up twenty days later at 8:40pm, trips on which Nicky chose not to accompany me.
On Thursday, I left with mom, dad and their luggage at five pm so they could be at the airport for their international flight at least three hours before flight time and returned just after ten. The house was dark and apparently Nicky had gone to bed.
I couldn't sleep right away after almost five hours in the car. I settled on the sofa in the living room and put on the television. I managed to catch the end of a college baseball game. Near the beginning of the ninth inning, Nicky wandered into the room and sat on the sofa beside me. She was wearing an extra long white tee shirt without a bra and pink panties.
"Robbie, I'm glad you're home," she told me. "Being all alone in the house was eerie. I'm used to noise, even at night. This house was quiet. Too quiet except for the creaking and crackling noises it makes all the time."
"Those are normal settling noises all houses make," I explained.
"And a door slamming?" asked Nicky.
"Probably just a change in air pressure on a partly open door," I suggested. "Did the air conditioning come on at the same time?"
"I don't know," admitted Nicky. "Can I just sit here with you?"
"Sure, if you don't mind watching the game," I agreed.
Nicky settled against me, put both arms around my arm and put her head on my shoulder. Five minutes later, she was asleep.
I woke her up after the late news and sent her to bed. On the way, I turned off the hall light in front of the bathroom. "Please leave the light on, Robby," she asked so I turned it back on. "Thanks," she said and disappeared into the bedroom.
I woke Saturday morning in a too quiet house. I lay in bed and heard the creaks and cracks the house made for the first time. I heard the fan of the air conditioner turn on and off and I heard the automatic ice maker in the refrigerator drop fresh cubes into the ice bucket in the freezer. I knew what Nicky was talking about although without the same unease. I got up, put on shorts and a tee shirt and headed for the bathroom.
The door was closed so I knocked on the door. "Just a minute," called Nicky. "I'm almost done."
I sat in the hall chair my father had put there just for this purpose. Nicky's idea of a minute was probably closer to five minutes. After five minutes, I headed for my parents' bathroom to pee. Nicky was coming out of the bathroom as I returned. She had a towel wrapped around her body tucked tightly between her breasts and separating slightly in front, dangerously close to where her legs met her body.
"Good morning," she said as she headed for her bedroom.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and headed for the kitchen to find something for breakfast. I managed to put on a pot of coffee and was rooting around in the pantry when Nicky arrived. She was wearing shorts and another tee shirt, this time with a bra. I assumed panties.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Looking for something for breakfast," I told her.
"Sit down and let me handle it," Nicky said.
"You don't have to do that," I said.
"Robby, if we're going to live together in this house for the next three weeks without mom and dad, we're going to have to get organized. That means I'll handle the cooking, so, sit down," she insisted.
I sat. Nicky found eggs, sausage, green peppers and onions in the refrigerator and whipped up an incredible omelet. If the rest of her cooking was anything like breakfast, it was going to be an excellent three weeks. She added salsa, toast, orange juice and coffee.
We sat at the table, sharing the omelet, and discussing how to spend the first Saturday without mom and dad. We didn't have many ideas.
"What do you usually do on the weekends?" asked Nicky.
"I don't know," I admitted. "Somehow, it just happens and then it's Monday and back to school."
"Think about it for a minute," suggested Nicky. "Play back last Saturday in your mind."
"Well, I helped dad with some things around the house, caught up on my studying, killed time on the internet and watched some sports on the television," I remembered.
"That's good," said Nicky.
"What did you do last Saturday?" I asked.
"Similar stuff," she said. "Helped mom, took a nap, did some online shopping and watched television with you. Before I came back home, I was usually getting ready for going out clubbing or just trolling for someone to spend time with."
"You mean hanging around a bar hoping to meet the man of your dreams?" I asked.
"Not for a relationship," admitted Nicky. "Just for the night."
"Including sex?" I asked cheekily.
"If he was a gentleman and pushed all the right buttons," confessed Nicky.
Our conversation paused there while we both thought about the coming day. "Well," offered Nicky. "We don't have mom or dad around to help. You don't have studying to do and I'm not going clubbing."
"I guess we have to help each other," I suggested. I helped Nicky clean up in the kitchen, took out the trash and then headed for my room to check my email. It was after noon when I headed for the living room to watch the game of the week on television.
Nicky joined me during the third inning. "I'm bored," she stated. "I'm done with online shopping. Do you mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," I replied and patted the sofa next to me.
Nicky sat next to me, closer than necessary. Close enough that I could smell the aroma of her shampoo and feel the heat of her body. "Robby," Nicky said. "Thank you for last night. I was really glad you came home when you did and let me cuddle up to you."
"You're welcome," I told her. "Glad to be of service."
"You were more than just service," Nicky insisted. "You were a real comfort."
I didn't know what to say, so I just watched the game. Nicky moved closer to me until our thighs touched, wrapped her arms around my arm as she did last night and rested her head on my shoulder again. "Is this okay?" she asked.
"You're fine," I agreed. Actually, she felt wonderful cuddling up to me and I consciously had to suppress some random thoughts that entered my mind.
Over the next ten minutes, Nicky moved around next to me seeking to get comfortable. She ended up on her back stretched out on the sofa with her head in my lap and fell asleep. My arm was alongside her next to the back of the sofa with my hand on her abdomen. "I guess it was nap time," I thought.
Several minutes later, Nicky squirmed on the sofa. I could see her eyes moving behind her closed eyelids. "Dreaming?" I asked myself. A few minutes later, she took my hand off her abdomen, put it on her breast and held it there. "I like her dream," I thought.
I squeezed her breast through the thin fabric of her tee shirt and her bra. It was a significant handful and I could feel her nipple hard against my palm. We sat like that for over an hour before Nicky opened her eyes and lifted her arms to rub them. When she lifted her right arm, it hit my arm and hand on her breast. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. I removed my hand. Nicky smiled, yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Thanks. I needed that," she said.
She got off the sofa and headed for the bathroom and her bedroom. When the game ended, I turned off the television and headed for my bedroom, the hour with my hand on Nicky's breast forefront in my brain.
I spent the next two hours surfing porn on the internet, thinking about Nicky's breasts and masturbating.
I heard noises from the kitchen and assumed that Nicky was starting supper preparations. I headed for the kitchen to offer my help with a detour through the bathroom. Nicky was still wearing the same shorts and tee shirt and standing at the range sautéing more onions and peppers. "Hi," I said.
"We're having chicken with onions and peppers and broccoli for dinner," she told me. "You can set the table and pour drinks."
I did what she asked. "Is there anything else I can do?" I asked.
"I've got it under control," Nicky stated. "Have a seat. It'll be ready in a moment.
We sat at the table, nibbling at our meals. Nicky's eyes focused on her plate and she seemed reticent to talk. "Is everything all right?" I asked.
"Robby," she started. "Did you take advantage of me this afternoon when I fell asleep in your lap?"
"You think I took advantage of you?" I asked.
"It was one option," she said. "I woke up and you were holding my breast."
"Nicky, you're my sister. I'd never take advantage of you in that way. Ever," I emphasized.
"Then why were you holding my breast?" Nicky asked.
"You put my hand on your breast in your sleep," I said. "I think you may have had a dream that involved someone holding your breast and my hand was available."
"Umm," hummed Nicky. "I don't remember the dream but it makes sense. Thanks for the explanation. Why did you leave your hand on my breast?"
