Cherries and Chocolate

A/N: This story features intimate acts between a biological brother and sister. All characters in this story are a minimum of 18 years of age. Reader discretion is advised.

As always, the saucy stuff is indicated by three asterisks (***).

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Nathaniel walked through the front door of his parent’s house, shaking the snow off of his coat. He set his overnight bag down with a thump and called out in greeting.

“Hey guys, I’m here!”

The house was quiet, but he wasn’t worried. His parents said they might not make it back from shopping in the city until later that night and the snow was coming down hard: his dad was a careful driver who had always erred on the side of caution, especially with the snow. He’d lost a brother to a car accident years ago and had never really come to terms with it.

Nathaniel’s younger sister Brooke was probably out at the local mall or at a friend’s house. She was in her final year of highschool and was fairly popular. She’d been going steady with a kid named Cliff for some time and it was all she could talk about when their parents forced the siblings to chat on webcam. It was an awkward experience for them both: Nathaniel was six years older than his sister and they had little in common.

Brooke was polite enough and asked about his schooling – he was studying biochemistry (‘gross’, in her estimation), his hobbies – hockey, as always (skating was the one thing they could agree on), and dates – he was always vague on this front. While hookup apps had expanded his horizons some, he was mostly too busy to go steady with anyone.

Nathaniel slung his bag over his shoulder and started up the stairs towards his childhood bedroom, looking forward to a more comfortable sleep than university digs. He reached the top of the stairs when his sister darted past him – in one of HIS T-shirts!

“Hey! You little thief!” He yelled at her, mostly affectionately. Brooke jumped a foot into the air, yelping in fright. Apparently she hadn’t heard her brother’s entry.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” she said in a single breath, clutching her chest like a horror movie heroine. Nathaniel laughed at the spooked look on her face and then realised that she was wearing his T-shirt but little else. His view from on the stairs was uncomfortably intimate for him, her pussy (she shaved?) on display up what amounted to be a too-short dress on her.

“Nath, you bastard! You scared the shit out of me!” She shoved her brother’s shoulder, pulling the T-shirt down to cover her better. Nathaniel took the hit and moved to stand on the landing next to her, shaking his head.

“That’s my top!”

“I borrowed it! If you liked it so much why didn’t you bring it to college with you?” Brooke retorted, her green eyes trained stubbornly on her tall brother.

“Because I didn’t want to lose it or have it stolen! I didn’t expect someone in my own family to be a little thief!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to find pot in your room either, but here we are.” Brooke said brattily, flouncing off to answer the siren call of a cell phone notification. Nathaniel pinched the bridge of his nose and opened his bedroom door, eager to put some distance between his bratty sister and him.

His room was mostly how he remembered it, there were a few boxes of his mom’s craft supplies on his dresser. They’d likely been moved out of her sewing room to make room for the camp cot that occasionally got rolled out for special occasions. It was his parent’s silver wedding anniversary on the 17th and they were having a big party for it. Nathaniel had come down on the Friday before, figuring he had the weekend to catch up with his buddies.

Unfortunately, Nathaniel hadn’t remembered it was Valentine’s Day weekend and most of his friends were busy with their girlfriends. He wasn’t too put out: he wasn’t dating anyone and his mom was a good cook. A few extra days in town wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing for him, especially if he had more stolen items to recover from Brooke.

If Brooke had found his pot, that meant she’d found his Box. Most teenage boys had some variant of a Box, a stash of illicit or forbidden items hidden none too well in their room. If Brooke had found his box, that meant that she’d found his porn stash. He had a couple of well-used magazines tucked in there as an emergency for if and when his parents took his phone away when he was younger. He opened his closet and pulled out the shoebox that hid his stash and pulled out the magazines.

Now, it should be said that Brooke was an artistic girl. Unfortunately she’d used her artistic talent to deface the busty blonde on the cover and every page inside, he sighed disappointedly as Miss April – his personal favourite – stared out at him from the page with buck teeth and a curly villain-like moustache. That little bitch!

Pulling his cellphone out of his pocket, he texted Brooke angrily.

< what else did u touch in my room? srsly not cool [thumbs down] He put the box away, complete Cami Halısı with its defaced magazines. The memories were better anyhow, Miss April seemed prettier and less vapid in the rosy glow of the past.

His phone vibrated, a notification from Brooke that simply read [picture]. Assuming it was the newest way to tell someone to fuck off via meme, he opened it to a pic of… tits?

The tits themselves were pleasant, on the smaller side but very pert, with pink areolas and small nipples that stood out proudly. Weirdly, the face was covered by – oh for fuck sakes, HIS shirt. The blood drained from his face as he texted his sibling back, three very important words:

< what. the. fuck. A moment went by and then he heard a shriek from his sister’s room. His phone buzzed a second later with a reply message. > omg delete that!! It was a joke for a friend!

< do mom and dad know u r txting naked pics? > don’t be a dick, Nath. Delete it.

< give me my shirt back, then we'll talk > fine whatever

A few minutes later, Brooke burst through the door (without knocking, predictably) and threw the shirt at her brother, righteous fury in her eyes. Her face was entirely red and she couldn’t meet Nathaniel’s eyes.

“Just delete it, okay?” She said, standing in the doorway with her eyes on her feet. Her toenails were painted bubblegum pink and Nathaniel could still see the scar on her foot she’d gotten from falling off her bike when she was learning how to ride it.

“Look, you really shouldn’t be sending pics like that to anyone. Once it’s out there, it’s out there. Like, you have no control over it anymore. What would happen if I refused to delete the picture?”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Brooke balked, her eyes widening as the realisation of how precarious her situation was dawned on her.

“I said I’d delete it. I didn’t say when. Maybe this is something mom and dad should know about. They wouldn’t believe me unless I had proof.” Nathaniel said evenly. He wasn’t a dick but he didn’t want to come across his baby sister’s ass on the internet somewhere because she’d been stupid enough to share it with that fuckboy she was dating.

“Nath, don’t!” Brooke screeched, stomping her feet. “You know how much trouble I’d be in!” Her eyes filled with tears and her lower lip quivered. These weren’t alligator tears, she was terrified and Nathaniel was glad twofold: it got her back for being a brat and also would make her think twice about sending nudies.

Before Nathaniel could reply, his phone started to ring: it was his mother. He showed Brooke, who made a mad grab for his phone, but he shoved her backwards and took the call.

“Hello? Hey mom! Yeah, got here fine, all good. Brookie’s good, just catching up, you know. Mmh, mm hmm. Okay. Well, as long as you guys are safe. Yeah, I’ll pick her up. Uh huh, midnight. I know, I know. Yeah, love you too. Stay warm.”

Nathaniel hung up and looked at Brooke, who looked at her brother worriedly, wondering what their mother had said.

“You’ve got some sort of Valentine’s Day dance tonight? Mom wants me to pick you up because the roads are going to be bad later and I’ve got a 4X4. They want you home by midnight, which means I’ll have to pick you up, say, eleven-thirtyish?”

“Eleven thirty? That’s so early! I’ll be the only person leaving then, like a giant baby.” Brooke looked frustrated. Nathaniel shrugged: he didn’t make the rules, though he did have a little fun enforcing them.

“We’ll pick up a pizza on the way home,” Nathaniel offered.

“It’s just us tonight, mom and dad are staying with the Petersons. Mrs. Peterson is pretty ill and they want to be there in case they have to take her to the hospital. The ambulances are iffy on rural roads in the snow.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t live in the middle of buttfuck, nowhere, then. I’m gonna go put my makeup on. Cliff is supposed to pick me up at six. He’s tall, blonde, you remember him?”

Nathaniel nodded, he thought Cliff had a big mouth for his age. He’d heard him bullying Brooke one day and that had cemented his opinion of Cliff as an asshole. Brooke could be a brat but she wasn’t malicious. Cliff had been.

“No worries. No more dirty pics and I want you ready at eleven-thirty on the dot, or your coach turning into a pumpkin is the least you’ll have to worry about.”

“Yes DAAAAD.” Brooke rolled her eyes and flounced back to her room, turning her music up loud.

Nathaniel sighed and went downstairs, grabbing some beer out of the fridge and a bag of pretzels. He had a good few hours before he had to drive and felt like zoning out in front of the TV. He flopped down on the couch in the rec room and turned the TV onto a hockey game. His team wasn’t playing but it was good to see what they’d be up against this season.

When the game ended, Nathaniel realised that he hadn’t heard his sister leave yet. He walked upstairs to find her in a striking pink and black minidress. Cami Halıları She watched the door anxiously, her shoulders slumped.

“Hey Brooke, Cliff not here yet?”

“No, I guess he’s running late, with the snow and stuff,” Brooke said quietly, as though perhaps she didn’t believe it.

“Huh. He text you?”

“No, but if he’s driving…” Brooke trailed off, not really believing it herself. Cliff texted and drove all the time, she had tried to get him to stop, in fact.

“I get it. Hey, you want a hot chocolate while you wait? I was just gonna make one for myself. Could just as easily make two.” Nathaniel had no intention of making himself a hot chocolate but wanted to save Brooke’s pride and offer her some small comfort.

Brooke looked at her brother with a small smile. She knew that he was trying his best to cheer her up and she felt kind of like a dick for earlier. She nodded meekly, fiddling with her phone nervously.

Nathaniel went to the kitchen and busied himself making hot chocolate just the way Brooke liked it, topping it with an outlandishly large swirl of whipped cream. He decided to make it look like a boutique coffee shop might and even sprinkled some cinnamon on top before returning to the living room to pass it to his sister, along with a napkin to make sure her dress stayed clean.

The clock on the mantelpiece showed the time as ten to seven. Nathaniel sat with Brooke silently, weighing the benefits of telling Cliff off for not at least texting. Here was his baby sister, wilting like a tropical flower in a frost, all because this guy couldn’t get his act together.

“How’s your hot chocolate?” Nathaniel asked, straining to make conversation with his sister.

“Good, thanks. You always make it best,” Brooke smiled, surprising her brother with her observation. Nathaniel smiled at her and shrugged: he’d learned from a foodie friend to put a tiny pinch of salt in. Nowadays there were plenty of chocolate bars that had sea salt in them, but when he’d learned to do it it had seemed like a massive revelation.

“You know, if you want me to drive you, I will.” Nathaniel offered, trying to tiptoe carefully around the issue at hand. Brooke looked like she was going to burst into tears at any minute.

“No, it’s okay. I can’t turn up there alone like a loser. Cliff will be pissed and everyone will make fun of me.”

“Yikes.”

“Big yikes.” Brooke agreed with a sad laugh. She started flicking through her photo chat program when suddenly she shrieked.

“What the fuck?”

Brooke stared down in horror at her phone screen, a short looped video of people dancing in the school gym (Nathaniel recognised it from his tenure there prior to Brooke’s attendance) with a tall, blonde fuckboy grinding on a mousy looking girl.

Brooke’s hand began to tremble and she set the phone aside, bursting into tears. Nathaniel froze, this was so far out of his wheelhouse he couldn’t fathom what to do.

“I’m sorry, Brooke. Do you still want to go?” Nathaniel asked, taking a sip of his hot cocoa to clear his throat as the teenager sobbed next to him.

“N-no! Jennie took that v-video because s-sh-shuh-she knows I’ll see it!” Brooke sobbed into her hands, running into her room with her phone. Nathaniel didn’t know who Jennie was, but he was so glad he was past the point of petty teenage drama.

Nathaniel could hear Brooke crying in her room and it bugged him. He paced the house, unsure of what to do in such an awkward situation. He figured the least thing he could do was try to make her night good. Pizza was still on the table, after all, and if she promised to keep her mouth shut, maybe even a beer. Nath went to knock on her door, her sobs seeming even sadder than before.

“Beav?” Nathaniel called her by a childhood nickname, Beaver. When she was little and her baby teeth hadn’t all fallen out she had two big adult teeth in the front and she sort of looked like a beaver. He’d joked about that once and it’d stuck.

“Nath, my world is ending right now, I need like, time alone.”

“How about pizza and beer? My shout. We can watch that dumb movie you like. I promise to not make fun of the way the entire movie is singing.” Nathaniel offered, pressing his forehead against the door.

“Look, Cliff is a fucking dick, but he doesn’t have to ruin your night, Beaver. Pizza! Beer! We’ll play Battleship or something dumb and just have a good time. Please don’t let him ruin your night.”

Brooke went silent for a long moment, but eventually opened her door, a fluffy robe on instead of her minidress. She opened her arms for a hug, sniffling, and fell into Nathaniel’s arms.

“I fucking hate him soooo much,” Brooke sobbed into her brother’s chest. Nathaniel remained silent, hugging Brooke close. She was a lot taller than he remembered, the bottom of his chin just resting above her head now.

“I think I need a smoke,” Brooke sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re smoking, Beav. You know smoking is dumb.”

“Not cigarettes, dummy. Pot. Do you want to smoke up with me?” Brooke asked. Nathaniel weighed up his responsibility versus her distress and nodded.

“I’m gonna order pizza first and we’d better do it in the laundry room. It’s too cold to go outside but there’s good ventilation in there. You just hang in there, little lady,” Nathaniel affected a Southern drawl for his last words and pinched her cheek. Brooke laughed and rolled her eyes, batting him with a small hand.

“You total dork,” Brooke giggled. Nathaniel felt grateful to see her smile and stepped into a cordial bow.

“Thine dork, milady,” he grinned as she howled with laughter, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Okay, okay, get the pizza ordered and the beer chilled. I’ll get the rec room ready for us.”

Nathaniel nodded and went about ordering the biggest, cheesiest, pepperoniest pizza he could find and popped a couple of beers in koozies. He changed into a pair of jersey pyjama pants and a t-shirt for comfort. Once the pizza arrived, he carried it and the beers into the rec room.

Brooke had transformed the floor into a fort, stretching a blanket across a few chairs. She had stocked it with pillows and blankets and was downgraded from full-on sobbing to sniffles.

“That smells really good,” Brooke said as Nathaniel set the pizza down and crawled into the blanket fort with her.

“Man, I can’t remember the last time I was in a blanket fort,” he chuckled as he flipped open the pizza box. Brooke grabbed a beer and took a sip, wincing at the taste. Nathaniel chuckled and grabbed a slice of pizza, toasting his sister with it.

“To Valentine’s Day not completely sucking.”

“Yeah, to that!” Brooke giggled, taking another swig of her beer. Nathaniel got the TV set up to play the dumb movie that she loved, something about a writer guy falling in love with a courtesan and plenty of singing. At least there were lots of chicks in lingerie in the movie. Brooke fiddled with her phone worriedly, texting at least three different people at the same time.

“I think it’s time for a smoke break, Beav. Let’s get you off that phone.” Nath suggested, offering her a hand. Brooke took it and went to the laundry room with her brother. They cracked a window open and rolled a massive joint, thanks to Brooke’s worryingly large stash. Nath made a mental note to check if there was anything other than pot in it later.

Brooke hopped up on the laundry counter, swinging her toned bare legs in the short-shorts she was wearing. Nathaniel kept looking away, standing close to her as they smoked so they could pass the joint back and forth. Brooke began to lean her warm body on him for support as she got high.

“Dude, fuck that guy. I was going to give him my virginity tonight!” Brooke said suddenly, looking upset. Nathaniel blanched at the awkward revelation, looking at his sister and wondering about her outburst. Was his sister still a virgin? She was eighteen – he’d lost his own when he was nearly sixteen.

“Your first time is supposed to be special, Beav.” Nathaniel spoke softly, grabbing her knee and wiggling it playfully.

“You’re too smart to fall for idiot guys with cute faces. There’s no rush to have sex. Trust me on that.” Nathaniel said seriously, looking at his sister. He tried not to notice the fact her nipples were hard from the cold of the room, he merely grabbed a blanket off the shelf and wrapped it around her small shoulders.

“My first time was going to be special. I had it all thought out and everything. I even bought special underwear.” Brooke said, putting her hand on her hip stubbornly. Nathaniel sighed, he couldn’t make her understand that special didn’t mean the perfect playlist and lingerie, it meant with someone you connected body, mind and soul with.

Brooke’s eyes began to go red and she relaxed a little bit. Normally she wasn’t this forthcoming with anyone, but weed could get people talking, if they felt inclined.

“Hey, wanna help get back at Cliff?” Brooke said suddenly, perking up.

“Is ‘duh’ an appropriate answer?” Nath chuckled. Brooke retrieved her phone and gestured for Nathaniel to stand between her legs. Nathaniel did so, feeling incredibly awkward as Brooke set her head to his chest and took a selfie of her face on his chest, purposefully cutting out Nathaniel’s face from the shot. She filtered the photo to give her pretty face a rosy glow and posted it with the caption: ‘Staying in #forthewin ???’

Nathaniel wasn’t certain about how he felt being used as a pawn in Brooke’s passive-aggressive games, but he wanted to protect his little sister and make her happy, so he tolerated it.

“Trying to piss him off, Beav?”

“I don’t want him thinking he’s the only one having fun or that I’m sitting here crying for him.”

Nathaniel had enough sense not to point out that she kind of was, he just took another drag on the joint and shrugged. Brooke remained curled against him and she draped the blanket over the both of them to keep warm.

“Hey Nate? Thanks for tonight, this is pretty cool.” Brooke said softly, wiggling her toes.