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All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are 18 years or older. This story includes sister-brother incest.
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My phone buzzed, and I sighed when I saw who was calling. It was my younger brother Nick. I’d had another bad night, and I knew how much he’d been worrying about me lately. But with Dad long gone and Mom in memory care, he was my only functional family. I took a deep breath, knowing I was in a precarious emotional state.
“Hey, Nick.”
“Hi Angie. Are you doing ok? What’s the update?”
“Well, let me think if I can remember everything. First, I have to be out of the house by the 30th. The movers will handle Darren’s crap. I’ve already moved some of my stuff into storage, but I really haven’t done much about finding a new place. At least the settlement amount hit my account yesterday so I can pay my bills. But Nicky, I’m… I’m a bit of an emotional wreck right now.” I felt the tears starting to well up, yet again.
Nick was 25 and I was 27, but he’d always been caring, sympathetic, and even protective of me. He should’ve been the older sibling, I often thought.
“Angie,” Nick said, “I completely understand. Let’s take one of those burdens off of you. Come and live in my spare bedroom until you’re ready to go out on your own again. I have lots of room here.”
I burst into tears.
“Angie, I’m coming over, ok?”
“Ok Nick,” I squeaked between sobs.
******
A couple of years ago I thought my life was really pretty good. Darren’s firm transferred him to an office in the same city where Nick lived. Nick and I were the only siblings in our family so we had been pretty close growing up. There were the typical squabbles and struggles during our teens, but by the time we both graduated college we had grown even closer and were like each other’s best friends. My marriage had put some distance between us, but I had looked forward to spending some quality time with both my husband and my brother after we moved.
The move did not turn out quite as I expected. I learned that Nick really kind of detested Darren. I asked him about it one day when we were out shopping together.
“Angie, the man doesn’t respect you. He talks over you, he orders you around, and you’re always the one showing affection. He never does. It just doesn’t seem like a healthy relationship to me.”
I protested that Darren was a good provider, that he really did care about me, but he just wasn’t comfortable showing it. I could tell that Nick wasn’t buying it, but I had fooled myself for a long time.
I suppose there is no such thing as a good divorce. Mine was triggered when I discovered that Darren was cheating with some young blonde bitch who worked in his office. Things had already been going downhill between us for a while. I started noticing what Nick had seen, the lack of affection and the controlling behavior. Our sex life went down the toilet, I gained some weight, you get the picture.
Nick did not get all gloat-y with “I told you so.” He wasn’t that kind of guy. He just swooped in and helped me navigate through the train wreck of my failed marriage. He told me the affair was in no way my fault, that it was Darren who had messed me up. He convinced me to get tested since I couldn’t know how much the bastard had been screwing around. Fortunately I was clean.
Nick found me a good lawyer and checked on me constantly after Darren moved out to shack up with his slut. Sometimes he even stayed over when I couldn’t face another night alone. He was a rock and a comfort through the whole fucking mess.
The divorce was uncontested, and we agreed — or rather our lawyers agreed — to sell the house and split the proceeds. Darren got most of the furniture for his new place with the bitch. I didn’t give a shit, I discovered that I really hadn’t cared for the stuff he picked out all along. I got a double bed and all the practical stuff, cookware, dishes and utensils, plus all the electronics and all of my books and movies. We each had our own car. I was on birth control so luckily there were no kids to have their lives fucked up by his shit. But I really needed to find myself a new place.
*******
Half an hour later Nick let himself in with the spare key I had given him. Then he held me on the sofa and let me cry on his shoulder for a good long time. When I finally calmed down, he said, “Angie, I’m taking you out for dinner.”
I sighed. “Oh, Nicky, none of my nice clothes fit me any more. Can’t we just order in?”
“We’ll go casual. Just find a sweater and some jeans.” I hadn’t even managed to get out of my pajamas yet, an occurrence that was happening way too often.
Nick followed me to my room and rummaged in my closet. He didn’t say anything, but pulled out a decent looking sweater that happened to be XL. I had gone a bit overboard to the baggy end of fashion. But, it was a comfy sweater.
Once Nick saw that I was up to it, he went back to the sofa to wait for me. I found a clean pair of jeans and washed up a bit. I was going out, and it had been a while. I brushed out my hair. I couldn’t face Girne Escort doing any makeup, but I did put on a dangly pair of earrings.
Nick smiled at me when I came out of the bedroom. “There’s my cute sis!” I winced, knowing full well that I looked far from my best, but I tried to smile back. He kissed my cheek and rubbed my shoulders.
Nick took me to a pub that had a lot of craft beers and much better than average bar food. I would have loved a big greasy burger and fries, but instead went for the portabello mushroom burger and a side salad. I knew that I really needed to start eating smarter, because eating badly was doing absolutely nothing for me emotionally or physically.
Nick really went to work on me about moving into his place. “I don’t think it’s healthy for you to be by yourself right now, Ang. You need to be in an atmosphere of support, love, and respect for who you are. And you sure as fuck don’t need the stress of trying to find a crappy apartment off of the normal lease cycle.”
I could see his point. If he could stand to be with me right now, when I could barely stand to be with myself, there was no direction to go but up. I sighed deeply. His soft hazel eyes probed my face.
“Nick, I know you’re right. But Nicky, I’m gonna need some major emotional support pulling myself back together.”
He nodded. “You know I’m always here for you Angie. Through anything life can dish out.”
I actually smiled. Nicky put his hand on mine. “I love seeing you smile, Ang,” he said. “I’m going to do everything I can to help you smile more, ok?”
“Oh, Nick… I really do love you tons. Can you come by tomorrow and help me plan what to move and what to store?” Nick nodded. Then he leaned over and kissed my forehead. What a sweet guy he was.
*********
So, I moved in with my brother. It could certainly have been worse — a lot worse. Nick was a responsible guy, kept his condo really clean, didn’t go for wild parties or that stuff, and was very handy in the kitchen. And he was usually a real pleasure to be around, if he didn’t have a deadline. Even then he made sure he didn’t dump his stress on me. He was also a good conversationalist, and even a bit of a tease when I could handle it. I was surprised how good he was at reading my emotions. Guys with real empathy were a scarce commodity, at least in my experience.
We worked out an arrangement. I contributed what I could to the mortgage, utilities, and groceries, and we split the cooking and household chores. “You could spend twice as much on your own place and not have any better space,” he told me. “And it’s really nice to have you around.” He did that a lot, saying little things that gave me a lift. After being in a toxic atmosphere for so long I now felt loved and respected.
I worried about cramping Nicky’s social life. He brushed that aside. “Angie, I haven’t dated in more than four months. The streets are full of gold diggers and entitled brats that think they should be able to change everything about you overnight. It’s just not worth it for me right now. If that changes, we’ll discuss it, ok?” That seemed a bit cynical to me, but Nick was right. If his situation changed we could just talk about it like reasonable people. I had the thought that Nick was really like the polar opposite of my controlling, cheating, ex in many ways.
I was not feeling at all good about the shape I was in when I moved in. The first few days I quickly learned that my poor eating habits were about to change dramatically. Nick had a bunch of cookbooks and loved to try things like lentil soups, chicken with rice and wild mushrooms, stir fry with lots of vegetables, and fresh fish with a variety of sauces. Soon he had me stretching my own repertoire in the kitchen.
Nick kept no junk food in the house. If I wanted a snack, it would be fruit, nuts, yogurt, snap peas, or some nice cheese. He didn’t judge me at all for my added flab, he just set the bar much higher than it was in my cheeto-binging days. It was a surprise to find some oyster crackers in the cabinet, but I refrained from devouring the whole box like I would have just a few weeks ago. Eating healthy was all new and different for me, but my appetite for trying new things surprised me. I had also brought Nick some decent cookware upgrades and high end kitchen knives that he appreciated.
Nick worked from his home office a lot, but he had plenty of room in his place. He was a software consultant and his firm paid him really well. We kind of fell into a groove where we could either hang out together or give each other space as needed. He went to his downtown office once or twice a week.
When Nick was home he liked to take a break from his workday and go walking in a nearby nature area. The paths there were kind of hilly, so at first I protested a bit when he wanted to take me with him. He told me there were several loops that intersected, so we could figure out what routes I could handle. He bought me new hiking shoes so I wouldn’t get blisters. He said it was important for me to get outdoors to improve my mental state. We took a lot Magosa Escort of different routes over the next few weeks and to my surprise, I began to look forward to our hikes.
One day while Nick was at his office, I decided to try a different trail. It went on a boardwalk through a wetland, which was pretty amazing with colorful plants and tall rushes. I saw a lot of birds that I didn’t recognize. Nick had some bird books in his library. I would have to remember to bring one along. I thought that I should get myself a nice camera too.
I took a wrong turn at the end of the boardwalk. The path that I followed went into some rocky woods and then climbed up a fairly steep bluff. I was really feeling it by the time I reached the top, and took a long rest at a bench placed there for an overlook of the valley below. It was quite beautiful up there, which helped me forget about how much I was sweating. After my rest I finished walking along the bluff and took the trail back down, which had some neat switchbacks and went through a cool, shady ravine. At the next trail junction I figured out where I was from the map on the signpost and made my way back to the trailhead.
I told Nick about my walk at dinner. I was tired but had showered and changed and felt pretty good. He frowned. “You took the Red Trail up along the bluff?”
“Yes,” I said. “It was pretty challenging but I made it back just fine. There’s a great view from up there!”
“Angie,” he said softly, “that’s great. You walked more than three miles of hilly terrain.”
I smiled. “Good for me!”
“Exactly,” he said. “Good for you!”
Nick was really happy about me challenging myself, and poured us each a glass of bourbon after dinner. We enjoyed our drinks in front of the gas fireplace and chilled listening to soft music. I soaked my feet before bed, and slept soundly through the night.
The next day Nick went into the office, and I did something I had been dreading. I went to the bathroom and took the digital scale out of the closet. I kind of half closed my eyes and stepped on it. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.
I had lost 4.8 pounds. I knew that I felt better than I had in months, but this was proof that my new lifestyle with Nick was really helping. I swore to myself that I would keep up my momentum. Nick had not said a word to me about my appearance after his “cute sis” comment, but I could tell he was happy about me embracing the changes in my eating habits and getting some decent exercise. I even walked to the nearby grocery store, a mile each way, if the weather permitted. And I bought no junk food.
Nick did yoga workouts from YouTube and other websites a couple of times a week. He used to do them from his laptop, but I had brought along a 42-inch TV that he could connect to. He loved that upgrade. I finally asked him if I could join him. I found some of the poses ridiculously hard, but Nick showed me how I could modify them. The first time I had to stop after 20 minutes and go soak in the tub. But yoga also became part of our shared routine. I bought comfortable yoga clothes and my own mat. Nick added some lower impact poses to accommodate me. He said that we could ramp up as I became stronger and more flexible, but there was no need to risk an injury by going beyond my capabilities.
I didn’t tell Nick that I was also doing kegels during some poses. You never know when some toned muscles down there will be useful.
Nick also had a nice stationary bike in the room he used for yoga. He showed me how to adjust the wheel resistance, and even bought a different seat that fit me better. It was set up to look out the window into the back yard. Sometimes I saw deer wandering out of the woods, and once I saw a fox. There were always birds to watch at the feeder. I could have watched videos on my phone while cycling, but found that I really preferred to see what was happening outside. I could feel my leg muscles finally getting some tone and strength. One day I went all the way along the bluff trail again, and didn’t even need to rest on the bench.
My next trip to the scale wasn’t for three more weeks. This time I was down a total of 9.1 pounds from when Nick took me in. I didn’t tell Nick how much weight I had lost, but I would catch him looking at me and smiling for no apparent reason.
*******
Soon I found that my baggy sweaters and tops were bordering on the ridiculous. I could barely keep most of my jeans up. I even went through some of my older clothes to see if any of them fit me now. I told Nick one night over dinner that I wanted to refresh my wardrobe.
“Great idea! This will be your early birthday present from me!”
We went to the trendiest shopping area in town, one where I had never ventured. Nick dragged me into a slightly upscale shop and steered me through the racks. “Come on, let’s get you some fun clothes!” He took a colorful top off the rack and held it up to me. “This one really makes your eyes pop.”
“Nicky, I’m not 21 anymore.”
“Just try it on.”
“It’s a Medium, it won’t fit me…”
“Just please try it, you can Kıbrıs Escort always go up a size. Please, Ang?”
I sighed and went to the fitting room. Damn him, it did fit, if just a bit more snugly than I would have liked. And it looked good on me, I had to admit. When did my little brother become so fashion savvy, I wondered. I opened the door, took a deep breath, and stepped out.
Nick stared at me.
“What?”
“Damn, Angie. Just… damn. That looks great on you!”
I felt heat rising in my cheeks. I walked over to the full length mirror and had a good look. The pants that had been too tight on me a few weeks ago now looked fine. My love handles were hardly noticeable. And Nick kept looking at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. My own little brother, admittedly a pretty good looking guy himself, was actually checking me out.
I hesitantly went to another rack and started looking through the Medium section. Not everything fit of course, but I began to pick out the styles that I thought would work. Mostly I guessed right, and each time was a little stroke of positive reinforcement. I think I only ended up with one fitted shirt in size Large. And the colors and patterns were so much nicer than anything I had.
Two hours later I had picked out enough clothes to feel pretty good about myself. Nick grinned every time I came out of the fitting room wearing a cute pair of cropped jeans or a sexy striped top. I wouldn’t let him come with me to look at underwear though. He plopped in a chair to scroll through his phone — just like a long-suffering boyfriend, I thought with a grin. For the first time in like forever, I avoided the basic bras and full briefs and picked out some sexy things. It was a lot of fun, I had to admit, even if I didn’t expect anyone to see me in them anytime soon.
New clothes were not part of our agreement about living expenses, but I found that Nick was pretty stubborn on insisting that it was my early birthday present. He just pulled out his card and paid, ending any more discussion. I was hesitant to say anything else until we were back in the car heading home.
“Nick, you just spent a lot of money on me.”
“That was a small price for seeing you look so happy with new clothes! Please don’t sweat it. But do me a favor and wear that striped one at dinner tonight?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Ok. I guess you didn’t get tired of checking me out just yet?” I loved to tease my brother.
Nick rolled his eyes. “I just want you to feel good about yourself. You’re really a nice-looking woman, Angie. You should act and feel like it.”
“That’s it?” I smirked.
“Well, I am a guy… let me have just a little bit of fun too.”
“Perv.”
“Bitch.”
“Asshole.”
“Skank.”
We both cracked up at the juvenile exchange, a parody flashback to our teens. We laughed so hard I had to wipe the tears away. Nick pulled into his driveway and looked right at me.
“You’re back.” I saw the relief and love in his expression. “Angie, you’re back. God, I’ve missed you so much.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
*******
Nick was right. I had been too close to it all to sense the seriousness of my slide into overweight depression and self-pity. He’d had to watch it without being able to do much about it. But now, living as roommates, he triggered and continually reinforced my recovery of my self-image. It took a few months, but I couldn’t begin to imagine what would have happened to me if I continued to live alone.
I finally reached my limit of being a homebody and applied for a part-time job at the library. Nick could not conceal his delight at my initiative. I visualized his presence and his unreserved encouragement during my interview. I nailed the interview and got the job.
It was nothing special, re-shelving returned materials and doing some administrative tasks, but it was another step toward becoming a fully functioning adult again. The director, Stephanie, was pleased with my competence and readiness to learn, and quickly offered me more hours and additional responsibility. Soon I was doing the database updates, even working a bit with the acquisitions staff. Steph apologized that she couldn’t manage another full-time position with benefits in her budget. Nick had added me to his company health insurance, so I wasn’t too worried about not having a full-time position. But I had removed any lingering danger of reverting to a couch potato.
Between my slimmer, more active self and the new job, I felt energized. I slept really well and could hardly wait to get up and face every new day. Even with more working hours I still had one or two days off every week, plus the weekends.
Since I was working I could contribute more to the condo expenses. I was comfortable moving most of the divorce settlement into an investment account. I also felt like much less of a leech on my brother, though Nick would have never thought such a thing. He was clearly happy when I drew up a monthly budget for us, and insisted that I should have some “fun money” to spend on myself each month. We rarely disagreed about anything financial, and always managed to find some reasoned compromise. With Darren I never really knew where we stood, which caused me a lot of stress on top of everything else. Nicky, on the other hand, treated me like I was a smart person whose input should be valued. That meant a lot to me.