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Warning: This story contains sibling (brother/sister) sex. If that is not your thing, now is the time to turn aside.
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It was nearly midnight on Friday night. I had gotten home late enough that everyone was in bed. I slipped into the house, made my way to my room using the light on my phone, got undressed and slipped under the covers.
My eyes were solidly closed from too much time on the road. The weather hadn't been bad, considering that it was March - but the two hour drive was tiring - especially after a long day at my job after my morning classes.
In a little more than a month, I would graduate with my Bachelor's Degree. I was already working at the place where I would be employed full-time once I graduated. I just needed to get through this weekend, get back home, finish up my classes, endure graduation, and my life would be settled.
This weekend was NayNay's party. My youngest sister, Renee, was turning 18 tomorrow. Mom had a big family weekend planned and had been adamant that my sister absolutely REQUIRED that I attend. I had tried several excuses - but mom assured me that Renee was insistent that I HAD to be here.
I heard the bedroom doorknob turn, the door brush across the carpet, then back, then the knob released - and then I heard the latch catch. A small body settled onto my blankets, on my left.
The hint of a familiar perfume - and the fact that she was the smallest person in our family - told me who it was.
"What are you doing?" I asked my younger sister, tiredly.
"I want birthday kisses," she informed me.
"It's not your birthday yet, brat," I teased.
I pulled the covers down enough so that my arms were free. I reached my left arm around her and she snuggled into my side and laid her head on my arm to look towards me.
"It will be in 12 minutes," she said.
"I'm tired, Nay. I'll be asleep in 12 minutes."
"No you won't - cuz I won't let you sleep until I get my kisses," she said.
"I'll just give you your kiss now and you can go back to bed. It's close enough."
I leaned over and kissed her forehead.
"No! That doesn't count! You have to wait," she complained.
I couldn't see the details on her face, but I could hear the pout.
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When we were younger and it stormed, our older sister, Stacy, had dibs on rushing to mom and dad's room to be comforted while the storms raged. The first few times, Renee and I had tried to claim sanctuary in our parents' room as well but Stacy - who was a year older than me - well ... let's just say that Renee and I had plenty of opportunities to get used to her not being a very good "sharer".
Mom excused away Stacy's behavior. Renee and I resented her for never seeming to grow out of it. Our big sister was better at sharing with others. She had never deigned to employ those skills when it came to her younger siblings. Since our parents' room was off-limits to us during storms, Renee and I held each other and endured the chaos and clamor together. That was just one of the reasons that NayNay and I were close.
After Stacy went to college, the house was much quieter. A year later, NayNay sobbed and clung to me as I said my good-byes to head off to school. She'd made mom drive down the first couple weekends and then mom told her that it was too far to make the trip anymore.
Over the last three and a half years, my visits home had grown farther and farther apart. At this point - with my hours at work and everything else going on - I really only came home for brief visits at the end of the school year and at Christmas. I had only made the trip this time because Renee had bugged mom until mom insisted that I come. She had used the 'once in a lifetime' line during the conversation and I knew I was screwed.
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"Are you coming back to visit after graduation?" Renee asked me.
I was sure she already knew the answer. I had answered the question for mom - who had told me that she was asking on behalf of my sister.
"No," I told her. "I graduate on Saturday and start work on Monday. You already knew that."
"I just wondered if anything had changed."
"No, brat," I said, grinning. "Nothing's changed between when you nagged mom to pester me about it - twice - and now. You're just stalling to keep me awake."
"Maybe ..." she admitted, biting her lip.
She looked at her phone. There were six minutes left until midnight. I gave up and rolled my body to face her, pulling my arm out from under her. She responded by standing up, pulling the thin comforter up, and climbing under the covers with me.
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The slender blonde was wearing a pink camisole and pantie set. Her blue eyes were dull in the dark room but - in the daylight - they were as bright as the cloudless sky. I was never able to be upset at the little nymph for long. Not just because she was so damned cute - or because we'd bonded so strongly in order to endure Stacy's near-constant torment - but because she was mom and dad's little "accident". Our parents reminded Renee of that often enough that it bothered her - a lot.
I don't think they understood the effect that it had on her - making her feel unwanted. She and I were already the "red-headed step-children of the family" - but the way they carried on about it, she was the "mistake". Like their coddling of our older sister, I don't think they realized what those "innocent" phrases did to their youngest child.
Our older sister, Stacy, had always been cold and distant. Renee was my little shadow and looked to me for everything. It's hard not to feel like Superman when your little sister has you stuck on such a pedestal. I had tried never to disappoint her. Her smile glowed like the sun - but her frown filled my heart with gloomy rain-clouds.
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"What are you doing?" I asked, grinning at her in spite of the fact that it didn't look like I was getting to sleep any time soon.
"I'm cold. I was warm enough until you moved your arm."
"Why does my bratty little sister think she should have birthday kisses?" I asked, smiling in spite of the fact that I wanted to be asleep right now.
"Kal, I haven't seen you since Christmas. It's my birthday. Can't I have what I want? I don't ask for much."
I thought about her statement. She was (of course) correct; she didn't usually ask for much. She glanced at her phone again, four minutes.
"After I give you a kiss, you are going to your bed. I'm tired, NayNay."
"It's supposed to storm later."
"You can come back if it wakes you up."
"Can't I just stay here? I'm already warm."
Not getting a response from me, she tried taking a different tack.