Sarah Followed Me

Part 1

It was in my second year at university (Western) that I got to know my sister Sarah a whole lot better than in the past. In the last few months of my first year of university I lined myself up with a sweet ass apartment in the downtown core of the city with a balcony overlooking some parkland. It was expensive but I didn’t care too much since my parents would pay for it. It was a two bedroom apartment and I was going to share it with my buddy Rob next year. On the last day of school, however, Rob found out his girlfriend back home was pregnant and had to drop out of school to work. He apologized that he would have to bail as a roommate and was sorry that I would be stuck finding another. It did suck because I couldn’t think of another person I would want to live with. I also knew if I didn’t pick someone soon my parents would probably make me cover half the cost of the apartment.

My parents were pretty wealthy having their own construction business and all. They were generous and I was pretty lucky that I never had to ask twice for money to cover school and living expense but they certainly hated to waste money. I guess that’s part of the reason they became so successful.

When I got home for summer holidays I was greeted with hugs from my family and a kiss from my mom after saying, “it’s good to see you again Kevin.” I even got a squeeze from Sarah and a peck on the cheek which I thought was odd. She never hugged me when we were growing up. It was always a, “Hey, how’s it going.” I just shrugged it off as she missed me being away for so long. Although the funny thing is I had always been away from home. Little did I know that this was the start of a new relationship.

Both my sister and I had gone to private high schools (she was one year behind me). I went to an all boy school and she went to an all girl. The difference was my school was an hour drive away and I boarded at school while her’s was only five minutes away and she still lived at home. I still came home on weekends quite often if I wasn’t playing sports for the high school football team or track team.

For the next month Sarah continued to finish her last year of high school and I worked as many hours as possible to save if I had to pay for half the rent of my apartment. One night after a hard day at work I came home sweaty and dirty and probably looked like shit. Sarah saw me plop myself down at the kitchen table to eat my dinner that was already getting cold. Everyone had already eaten but me. “Can I heat this up for you bro; It’s probably cold by now,” Sarah said. I said sure and rested my head into my hands to relax a little. The microwave beeped after about a minute and Sarah placed the plate of food in front of me. I said, “thanks sis.” “No problem Kev,” she replied.

Sarah must have seen that I had had a hard day because she grabbed my shoulders to massage them. “Kevin you look tense,” she said as she started to knead my muscles. I was pretty buff at the time from working out in first year university and now shoveling at work all day long. Her massage wasn’t doing much for my muscles because her fingers were just too delicate. Her rubbing was more of a caress than a massage. “Take your shirt off; it’s really dirty and in my way,” she nearly demanded. It was pretty gross so I took it off and dropped it on the floor. It felt so good what she was doing. My sister had never really made much physical contact with me before other than to punch my arm if I pissed her off when we were younger. Rubbing her hands through my hair and over my neck and shoulders gave me a tingle throughout my body. I could feel goose bumps on my arms and legs and my body hair stood on its end. It was like when you make first contact with a girl you like by accident but don’t want it too end because of the electricity between you.

Emotionally I was feeling a little weird as it was my SISTER that was making be feel this way. But I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure what to say. It’s not like I could have told her to stop because it was turning me on. She would have freaked. Besides if she was obviously not afraid to make this kind of physical contact why should it bother me. Why was she doing this for me anyways? She would never offer to give me a massage after work before. She must have really missed me or did she have some ulterior motive. “Ahh who cares, it felt good,” I thought. But did it feel too good? Why was I starting to get a hardon? “Yah but I always get hard over the littlest things though,” I contemplated and dismissed any sexual reasoning behind it. Good thing I was sitting down and my crotch was under the kitchen table. That would be embarrassing if she saw it.

She continued until I took my last bite of dinner. “Kevin you better take a shower; You stink,” she teased me. “Alrighty, alrighty I’m going. It’s just hard since you nearly put me to sleep with that massage. Thanks Sarah.” I was really just stalling so that my dick could shrink a bit before I got up and gave her a show. When I had settled down enough to head upstairs I jokingly ran over to Sarah while she was putting my dishes away and lifted my hairy armpit towards her face to tease her back. She laughingly yelped, dodged me, and ran up stairs before I could catch her. She athletically jumped up the stairs and for the first time I noticed how pretty she was.

Sarah was not your typical Barbie doll with huge tits and curvy all over. She was quite skinny from the various sports she played and had more of an athletic build. She was 5’7 and it seemed that most of her height was because of her long legs. They were extremely toned from doing gymnastics but not bulky like a body builder. Her ass was fairly small but matched the rest of her body and therefore looked cute in a bathing suit. She must have had small B’s or maybe even an A for breast size and her nipples always poked when she was cold and didn’t wear a padded bra. Sarah also had a very light brown to almost blonde hair color and it reached almost to the middle of her back. She often had it in a pony tail when lounging around and straight back when going out.

Part 2

“Guess what!” my mother said to me one night after work; I worked for my father in construction as a labourer for the summer. “What’s up?” I said somewhat wishing she would hurry up with dinner; I was starving. “Your sister called me after school today and said she was accepted into Western,” she yelled over the sizzling chicken stir fry. “She’s so excited she’s over at grandma’s telling her right now,” mom cheered in her own excitement. “Really…Wow!” was all I could say. This was somewhat of a surprise for me. I always thought she would stay home and go to the local University with all her friends. Sarah was a bit of a homebody and I just couldn’t’ picture her moving far from home. She wouldn’t be able to just drive home on weekends. It was nearly a day’s drive to Western.

“Hunny since you’re still looking for a roommate why doesn’t Sarah stay with you next year?” were the next words out of my mother’s mouth. I didn’t respond to this question as again I was hit with another shocking statement. I had nothing against living with my sister but this was her first year of university and she should be livin’ it up in residence. After all, I was planning on having a guy roommate and we were going to party it up and not worry about bringing dates home with us. This would seriously ruin my sex life. I couldn’t be slipping it in a girl in the room next to my sister while she was trying to get to sleep.

“Mom don’t you think Sarah will want to live in residence the first year like I did? Why would she want to live with her boring older brother?” I finally said after a long pause. My mom replied, “Kevin, I know she’s thought of that but I think she’s afraid of being alone in a far away place. She asked me the other day if she got into Western would she be able to live with you. You know she didn’t live in a boarding school like you did throughout high school so she’s really nervous. She’s been pretty sheltered here and I’m not sure if it’ll be too much for her. I tried to convince her to stay home and go to Trent (local university) but she’s adamant on going to Western like you. You know she’s always had the same interests as you and want’s to get into medicine too. It would mean a lot to me if you would seriously consider it. She needs her big brother to watch over her. After a year I’m sure she’ll have friends and want to move out. If you don’t want to do it for her do it for me….and yourself so you can save some money because we’ll pay the other half of the rent now.”

There it was. The pressure…oh the pressure! My sister was not only following me to the same university and program I was attending but wanted to live with me as well. Would it really be that bad though? Sure I wouldn’t get as much action but did I really didn’t have much in my first year anyways. It took me a bit to get used to going to school with the opposite sex again. I fooled around with a few girls for the first time in my life (I was still a virgin at 19); fingered three and went down on two of them. None of them were in my life anymore though. I was always a horny guy and masturbated a lot in high school, but what male teenager didn’t. I had been looking forward to experiencing more. It would suck if I had to back track. It then thought if I did have a chance to get some action I would just take the girl to a hotel or something. I would just charge it to my parents’ credit card and blame Sarah for being too loud.

You would never have thought I was a protective brother but I was. I was very protective of Sarah. One time at a house party that both of us attended I saw a guy grab Sarah’s ass and she turned around and gave him a nasty look and yelled something at him. I then watched the guy as he headed outside and followed him. I caught up to him, grabbed his throat, and told him if he ever touched my sister again I would rip his nuts off and feed it to my German Sheppard. We didn’t have a dog but it sounded tough.

“She needs her big brother to watch over her.” That statement from my mom kept running through my mind. I had heard of the date rapes that happened on campus and all the pervs that would stalk girls and how it would kill me if my sister ended up in a bad situation. It was this point that made me accept the offer. Saving money was a nice thought but university was a scary place at first and if anyone was going to look after my sister it would be me. “Ok, mom. She can stay with me.”


Part 3

“Living with Sarah isn’t going to be that bad,” I thought to myself. I got home from my first day of classes and Sarah had already unpacked most of our things, the placed smelled like Mr. Clean, and dinner was already cooking. “Wow sis; you’ve been busy.” “My last two classes were cancelled so I got home early,” Sarah replied. Dinner was excellent and we just sat chatting about teachers at school and how we were going to set up the tv in the family room.

At about 10:30pm Sarah went in her room and got into her pj’s. I had just finished setting up the tv and was checking the weather channel when she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her pajama’s were made of a thin cotton material and had little pink flowers on them. Her top was pretty loose around her small tits but her nipples seemed to reach out and make small outward dimples. She was pretty sexy in a cute way and I had to catch my self from staring. “Kevin! She’s your sister!” I thought to myself.

I heard her come out of the bathroom and she startled me when she wrapped her arms around my neck from behind. I had been sitting on the couch watching the news when she, standing behind the couch, hugged my head while resting her hands on my chest. “Jeez sis you scared the shit out of me.” “I just wanted to say good night,” and she gave me a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight sis. You better close your windows were supposed to get a thunderstorm soon.” The winds were already picking up so I knew it wouldn’t be long. “I will,” she said and went into her room. I then decided to go to bed myself.

Just as I was getting into bed while wearing only boxers the first flash of lightning lit up the sky. About 6 or 7 seconds later thunder rolled in the distance. “Here it comes.” I thought. Lightning kept flashing every few minutes or so followed by a low rumbling sound. I was just about out when another flash occurred. This time is was so bright it penetrated through my eyelids and broke my trance.