Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved my brother Sammy. I don’t know, he’s always been a bit of a goofball. I think he came out of the womb with a certain social awkwardness and an uncanny ability to make himself invisible in plain sight. Sammy is a total idiot and always has been. I don’t say this to put him down. Like I said, I really do love my brother. We’ve never experienced the sister/brother anguish you see on TV and in the movies. I just wanted to let you know what we’re doing here.
So, this story I’m going to tell you is about me and my brother, and it happened about two years ago. I was 20 years old and in my second year of college. My brother is 18 years old and a high school student. Not that he looked like that. He always looked like a loser, and that didn’t change even in adulthood. I’m not a tall girl, just 5’5 inches tall, but I’m still taller than my brother who is 5’3 inches. Also, he was as skinny as a green bean, maybe only 110 pounds. He has short brown hair and dark brown eyes. His face is handsome, but a little boyish and he can’t even grow a beard. His skin was always so pale that it turned black. The worst part is that he always wears baggy clothes and looks sloppy. Just a few months after entering college he looked more like a flabby kid than a man.
If you just looked at us, you would never know that we were related. As I already said, I am taller than my brother. I have very long light blonde hair and bright, wide blue eyes. I have plump pink lips and a beautiful oval face. The only thing I don’t like about my face is that my eye teeth are a little bit crooked, but some people tell me they look cute. Anywho. My breasts are small and round (34-B) and my stomach is flat. My hips are a little wider than my chest, my hips are curvy and my legs are shapely. Most importantly, I, like my mother, tan easily. You would never think that we are cousins, let alone siblings.
It all started on a Friday morning. It was December, the first semester was ending. I was going home for Christmas break in a couple of weeks and classes were about to end before exams started. Like I said, my brother was a high school student, so he was deciding where he wanted to go to college. His applications were due in early January, so he didn’t really have much time.
I went to a big public university. The exact same party school. Very affordable too. My brother was always so much smarter than me and he wanted to go to a small liberal arts school. It was stately and quiet, which suited my brother’s personality. Unfortunately it’s also very expensive. My dad called me on Thursday and told me he was sending my brother to my school. He wanted me to show my brother around and try to convince him that my school or a school like it would be a better fit for him. I knew this meant my dad didn’t want to pay the price for my brother’s prestigious choice.
I wasn’t exactly excited to show up to my brother on a Friday night. I had plans, I was invited to a party, and I wanted to dance (things I couldn’t do when my annoying brother was hanging around). But when the person who paid for your education (and your food and gas) tells you to do something, you have to accept it and agree to it. So on Friday morning (I didn’t have any classes) I picked my brother up at the city train station.
“What’s wrong with that idiot?” I asked as he sat in the passenger seat next to me. He gave me a sad smile and threw his duffel bag in the backseat.
“Hey, Lynn,” he said, “I’m sorry Dad made you do that.” He almost looked embarrassed, as if he knew I had been complaining about him all the way to the train station. I smiled at him.
“Don’t be silly,” I said, “it would be my honor to take you around.” With that, I started the car and headed toward campus. As we drove, I asked my brother about school and his extracurricular activities (he was president of a thousand social suicide clubs, but I tried not to embarrass him). He gave me short and awkward answers, so I basically gave up.
“New girlfriend or something?” I finally asked, trying to talk to him. My brother has a hard time making conversation with my parents or even me. He was shy meeting people he’s known all his life. You’ve got him started and he’s almost ready for normal human interaction.
“No,” he said, looking at me with the most pitiful expression I had ever seen, “I almost realized that was never going to happen.” He looked sad, but not depressed. It looked…resigned. It’s like he’s really given up on the opposite sex. My heart breaks for him. He’s smart and can be funny as long as he allows himself to be funny. He can be cute if he’s dressed well. He had no reason to give up. I felt like I was going to cry. I reached out and grabbed his hand.
“Don’t think so, Sammy, you’ll have a beautiful girlfriend soon. I know it. One day you’re going to get married and you’ll have a bunch of cute nerd kids with glasses and pocket protectors,” I said. He laughed for a moment and I felt better, although I’m pretty sure I didn’t refuse him anything.
When I parked the car outside the dorm, it was about ten in the morning. I had once begged my dad to let me move off campus for my sophomore year. I knew a lot of people and could stay in a lot of houses. But he said he didn’t like what was going on in off-campus housing and said I’d stay in the dorms for at least my junior year. Like you can’t get drunk in the dorms or anything! Sometimes, my dad is a little clumsy.
Luckily, the two girls I knew, Adrienne and Kelly, both received full academic scholarships. As a result of their scholarships, they received grants to pay for student housing. If they left campus and lived in the dorms, they lost their financial aid. Since we were friendly (if not friends) we got a room together. The suite is located on the fifth floor of a large brick building and has four rooms. There is a living room, a small kitchen in the corner, a bathroom with a skinny shower, and then two bedrooms. At the beginning of freshman year we flipped a coin and I won. So I had a private room and Adrienne and Kelly shared another room.
We took Sammy’s duffel bag into the dorm and placed it in the living room. I have discussed it with Adrienne and Carrie and they have no problem with Sammy sleeping on the couch. Adrienne and Carrie were sitting on the couch watching TV when we arrived.
“Hey, Lynn,” Adrienne said, “is that a carpet rat?” She pointed to my brother. He almost slipped through her fingers and Adrienne laughed. She was a noisy but friendly roommate. She is very pretty, with long black hair, brown eyes and olive skin. She is tall and slim, with small breasts and nice legs, she wears tight jeans that show off her small but muscular ass.
“You gave her a complex,” Carrie said. She’s a cute and shy roommate. I’m shy, not by my brother’s standards, but by normal human standards. Carrie is short and curvy, with long blonde hair and green eyes. She was almost as pale as my brother, but she acted better, more like a Victorian lady or something.
“Yes, this is Sammy,” I said, throwing her bag on the floor, “Sammy, this is Adrienne, this is Carrie.” Her lips moved but she said nothing.
Carrie finally said, “It’s nice to meet you.” Adrienne smiled and nodded.
“Same for you,” my brother said in a loud voice. Adrienne looked like she was going to joke, but I shook my head. She would think it was funny and meant no harm, but the slightest teasing would put Sammy on edge. We stood in awkward silence for a moment. It was like Sammy had the power to make her uncomfortable.
“So what are you doing today?” Adrien finally asked.
“Oh, you know, doing the tour thing. Taking her to Florence for lunch, not sure,” I said.
“What are you kids going to do tonight?” Adrienne asked. “Are the Sampson kids going to go crazy in State College on Friday night?”
“No,” Sammy said, surprising me, “I don’t really like parties.” Anyway, that’s the end of it. I wanted to take her there, get her comfortable and let her see the opportunities in college. Not a chance.
Carrie said, “Well, Adrienne and I are staying home tonight. We’re going to Habitat for Humanity in the morning. If you guys want to hang out with us tonight, that would be great.” After thanking them, I took my brother out of the dorm. We probably won’t be able to go to the party tonight, but I’m not going to let him roam around the room all day. He doesn’t feel like he’s home.
As promised, I took my brother to Florence. This surprisingly good and inexpensive Italian restaurant was a hangout for students at my school. He looks sad most of the time, but that’s normal. He seemed to enjoy the food. After we finished eating we saw something I knew he liked. I took him to see the library and computer lab. We walked around the gardens (although they don’t look as nice in the winter) and the portrait gallery. We also checked out some dark classrooms and the dining facilities. I kept him away from the places most people wanted to see him, the bars and frat houses.
But that’s okay. He started to get a little heated during the day. We had a conversation about college, an honest conversation. What he was looking for and everything else. What he said made me realize that my school could be a good fit for him. That’s the benefit of graduate school. There’s enough room for everyone.
“I told Dad I wanted to go to that little school in Springfield where we took you,” he explained, as the sun began to set, “that little liberal arts college. I just did it to make him happy.” I laughed. My dad was so mad.
“Where do you want to go? Here?” I asked and he shook his head.
He said, “I wanted to go to school in a city like New York or Boston. I liked the anonymity. I wanted to go to a place where no one would notice me.” I guess I know how that feels. But I feel sorry for him. Part of his problem is that he’s already very anonymous. He had to grow his business.
“Little brother, don’t try to get away from me,” I said, “I love you and if you want to remain completely anonymous, I will follow you and find you.” He reached for my hand and grabbed it.
“I love you too, sister,” he said, “sometimes you’re the only one I love, but I love you.” I mean, I loved it when he said that. Then we held each other’s hands and walked the rest of the way to the dormitory.
We returned to the dorm around 5:30, and the sun was almost completely out. Carrie was still sitting on the couch watching TV, but I didn’t see Adrienne. Carrie looked like she hadn’t moved all day, and when she saw us she stretched and yawned.
“How was the trip?” he asked. Sammy shrugged.
“It’s okay,” I said, “we met that mouth-breathing boy in the library who liked you.”
“Oh my god!” Carrie said, and we both started giggling. Then I heard Adrienne’s voice.
“Hey Carrie, are we taking you to residence tomorrow? I just…oh!” I turned around and saw Adrienne coming out of the bathroom. She had obviously just showered. She had a towel wrapped around her breasts, but it was too small. A triangular piece of flesh was exposed on the side, and a whole butt cheek was exposed. If she moved a little her pussy would be clearly visible. Normally this wouldn’t be a big problem. I, and to a large extent Carrie, would like Adrienne to be more careful, but if it’s just us girls, who cares? The problem is Sammy.
I looked over at him and he was staring at Adrienne’s butt. His eyes were as big as saucers and I swear his mouth was literally open. This was probably the closest he had ever gotten to a naked woman and I thought I could feel his heart beating.
“What are you doing?” I said, smiling, “You knew my brother would be here, you pervert.”
“How was I supposed to know you were coming back? You’re such a pervert, and you’re staring at me!” she said, and I noticed that Adrien was talking to me, yet Sammy immediately looked away.
“Anyway,” I said, “go change clothes.” Adrienne went into her bedroom. A few minutes later she emerged wearing soft pajamas and a tank top. Her clothes were almost identical to the ones Carrie wore, except that Carrie wore a t-shirt instead of a tank top. They look very comfortable.
“I’m going to wear my pajamas too,” I said, “and I’ll change in my room. If you want, Sammy, you can dress more comfortably. Just go to the bathroom. Please don’t come out.” As I went to my room, half naked, Adrienne stuck her tongue out at me and I came back a few minutes later wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, all black, in keeping with her fashion sense (if you can call it that).
We sat and watched TV for a while. I ordered pizza and we ate together. For a while the girls tried to get Sammy to talk to them. I did the same. But it was no use, he was too shy. Eventually, even Adrienne started to give up.
I was thinking about my brother’s eyes when Adrienne got out of the shower. He obviously found her attractive. He gave up on girls, not because he didn’t think they were sexy, but because talking to girls put too much pressure on him. If I could somehow show him that talking to girls isn’t hard and can be fun, I could make his trip here worthwhile. But how did I do that? Then I realized something.
“Let’s play a game!” I said. If we played board games or other games, Sammy would be forced to talk and maybe even try to flirt.
“Yeah, this show sucks,” Carrey said, shutting it down, “What do you want to play?”
“I don’t know. We have Adventure, Monopoly, and Scrabble. But I’m not in the mood for Scrabble,” I said. Scrabble is a quiet game; we need something that requires conversation.
“Ah! No board games, let’s play something else. How about the king?” I shook my head.
“Even if we wanted to drink, we don’t have alcohol. How can you play boring drinking games in moderation?” I glanced at Sammy out of the corner of my eye. He saw everything going on but he didn’t seem very interested in anything.
“Well, if we play board games, I won’t play,” Adrienne said.
“How about poker?” I asked. The others suddenly screamed.
“It’s not fun when you always win,” Carey said, and I laughed. That’s true, but I still want to play.
“I know!” Adrienne said. “I played this game with some people last week. Do you know the ‘Never Have I Ever’ game?” I was about to refuse to play the game when my brother spoke up.
“I didn’t know that game,” Sammy said, and I was shocked to hear her say that. Adrienne was so excited about her idea that she didn’t even care that Sammy was embarrassed, she just got on with it, which was exactly what I was looking for.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “well, like, everybody raises their hand, and then whoever’s turn it is says something like, ‘I’ve never had peach pie,’ and if you’ve had peach pie, you have to put your hands down and you can play with the beer with it, just like if you put your hands down you have to drink.
“We don’t drink,” I said. Adrienne turned to me and rolled her eyes.
“I know that Lynn!” She said in an exaggerated tone: “So I said you could play on dares. If you play like that, at any time during the game, whoever puts their hand down will be ‘out.’ It doesn’t matter who goes out, they all had to dare people to put their hands down together, just like the last thing, if Carrie and I put our hands down because we were both eating peach cobbler, the Sampson siblings would put their hands up. She finished in one breath; it was exhausting just to listen to her.
“I don’t know,” Carrie said, a little nervous about the potentially dangerous places this game could take. I was about to join the chorus when I saw Sammy get a little excited. She stared at Adrienne the same way she did when she was nearly naked. It was like she had accidentally forgotten he existed and was taking advantage of him. I’m not happy with this game, but I’m willing to do it for my brother.
“Come on, Carrie, this is the Jersey Shore,” I said. Now it was Carrie’s turn to roll her eyes.
“Okay, let’s play,” she said. I didn’t ask Sammy, I just assumed he was on the boat and figured he didn’t want me to tell the girls about his presence.
Adrienne said, “I’ll go first because it was my idea,” and we all cheered. “Everybody raise your hands. Well, I never slept in Lynn’s dormitory when she was out of town!” Adrienne said, and everyone laughed. Carrie blushed and her hand slowly moved to her side.
“Bastard!” I said, “I can’t believe you’re sleeping in my bed!” I was trying not to laugh, in case she was sleeping in my bed.
Carrie said, “I cleaned the sheets! It was because Adrienne brought a boy over. It’s her fault.” I looked at Adrienne and she shrugged.
“Carrie was alone, so we had to come up with a challenge for her,” Adrienne explained. So Adrienne, Sammy and I got together and decided to have an adventure. Now that my bed is stained, I have to declare it.
“Carrie, we dare you to take off your tank top and play the rest of the game in your bra!” I said. It’s harmless, and I know Sammy gets an advantage. Carrie’s fair skin turned a deep red.
“I don’t know…” Carrie said, and I saw her eyes look darkly at Sammy.
“He knows Adrienne better than you do,” I said. Carrie saw that we were not going to give up. She deftly pulled the vest over her head and threw it on the floor. She was wearing a beautiful pink demi bra with white lace. Her breasts looked big and round. Sammy noticed too, but she hid her interest well.
“I think we should put Carrie next, she’s half naked,” Adrienne said.
“Well,” Carrie said, looking directly at Adrienne, “I never had sex in Lynn’s bed when she was out of town.”
“I guess you didn’t wash the sheets,” I said to Adrienne and she gave me a wicked smile. I looked around and luckily only Adrienne’s hand was hanging down.
“Lynn, shouldn’t you put your hands down? I’m sure you’ve had sex in bed. I mean three weeks ago…” Adrienne started, but I cut her off.
“When I’m out of town, she said. I can’t have sex in bed when I’m not in bed,” I said. I really didn’t want to talk about my sex life in front of Sammy. I’m a little nervous about how things are going.
“Okay, let’s take a challenge,” Adrienne said. We huddled together. Sammy didn’t say much, but Carrie and I came up with an idea. Carrie announced it.
“Adrienne, we dare you to stay out the window for thirty seconds! Roll down the windows too, December weather is good for you!” Carrie said and we all laughed. Even Sammy laughed.
Adrienne acts as if she wants to prove that she is stronger than Carrie. When she got to our window she immediately pulled it down and turned around. Cold air rushed in and I folded my arms over my chest. Adrienne pulled the back of her pajama pants down and pushed her butt out the window. It was dark outside, but there was light on one side of the building. Our dorm was towards the middle of the square and we heard someone laughing and we hoped it was because of Adrienne’s butt. I noticed that Sammy wasn’t looking at Adrienne, her eyes were on Carrie’s chest, where the cold air coming from the window was making Carrie’s nipples harden. She didn’t notice.
