Author's note: Bisexual sex ahead, if that's not your thing but you still want to know what happens next, skip to last section on Part III.
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Part I.
Jamie
Her body arches under mine, legs wrap around my back so I can get a better angle. I might be inexperience, but my body knows all too well what to do and I can't restrain myself.
"That's it, you are doing great..slow in, now all the way out...good boy."
He grabs my hips to control the pace of my thrust, and I surrender to the warmth of his hands, the wet softness of her insides, the sinful curve of her seductive smile. A new found sensation washes over my mind, my body, and all I ever held sacred; it both rises and descends like lava from a volcano, and the only relief is to let it out. This is dangerous. I'm at my limit, but they won't let me get away.
"I can't...I can't hold it anymore."
"It's okay," he presses his chest on my back to get close enough to whisper in my ear, "Let it out inside, she won't get pregnant. I'm a responsible Master after all."
"Do it brother, I want to feel you," she says in between heavy breaths. "I want all of you inside of me."
How did we end up like this? My mind races over the memories of the past few days, trying to make sense of when and how I went wrong, but I can't decide what I could have done different to prevent what's happening now:
I'm making love to my sister, and the one teaching me how to do it is no other than my older brother.
... ... ...
"Kids, this is Jamie. Jamie, these are your siblings: Henry and Laurie. Henry is the oldest, he is 26. You are but a few months apart with Laurie but she is still younger than you. I hope you all get along."
I feel as if someone hit my head with a brick, and I'm too stunt to react. For a moment I forget how to breath, and my mind struggles to process what I'm being told.
"My...my sister?"
Color drains of her face as her horror stricken eyes go from Father to me, and to Father again. No one but me seems to notice her hands trembling as she grabs the edge of the table to keep herself steady.
"His mother passed away recently," Father adds. "He's still a bit shocked about it, so please be patient."
The older guy crosses the kitchen with arms wide open, and holds me tight on a warm, kind hug.
"Welcome home, little brother," he says, patting my back. "I'm so happy I get to meet you."
"I -"
Words choke on my throat, and my vision gets blurred with tears that won't stop coming. My whole life I've been treated like vermin by my mother who blamed her illness on me, and my neighbors who despised me for being a bastard. Kindness is such a new thing to me, I don't have an appropriate response for it. I must be vermin after all: how else can I justify falling in love with my own sister and wanting to make her my woman.
She sits at the table, pressing her hands to her temple, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. I let go of my brother, too conscious of my precarious situation to accept his tender gesture. Will she tell them the truth, that we got engage, that we kissed? Will they kick me out if they find out? That might be what I deserve, but I'm too much of a coward to bring it up.
"I think is best if we all take a seat." Father pulls a chair out for me right in front of Laurie, and he takes the one to my right. I do as he tells me but I can't bare to look at her face, so I keep my eyes fixed on my lap, were my fist clenched so tight on my lap the knuckles turn white. Henry seems aware of my every move, and pats me once again on my back.
"I'll make some you some tea, little brother, that'll help with the nerves."
"Good call, Henry, you are such great help. I know is all to sudden, but Laurie," his voice softens when he talks to her, as if he senses he needs to approach her with caution, "please say something."
"You cheated on mom." Her voice breaks with emotion, thou what type of emotion, I can't tell. "Did she knew about it?"
"She never did. It was a one time thing."
"Why now, after all this years?"
He shifts position on his chair, a heavy sight escapes his chest.
"His mother kept him hidden all along, I never new she had gotten pregnant with my child or I would have recognized him as my own from the start. She called my office the night before her passing to tell me the truth and when I saw him at the hospital, I had no doubt he was mine. He has no other relatives to turn to, so I offer him to come live with us."
"You have enough money to keep him somewhere else, don't you? Why bring him here?"
Out of every reaction, hatred was the least one I expected. It stings the remaining fragments of my broken heart to sense the recrimination on her voice. I never wanted to come here one the first place, but Father insisted.
"I won't let a son of mine alone in the world just so you don't get slightly inconvenience, Laurie."
She gets to her feet, sending the chair back to crash on the floor before storming out of the kitchen, a door slams afterwards making the whole hose vibrate. Part of me wants to run away and never come back, but I have nowhere else to go.
Henry places a cup of chamomile tea in front of me, ignoring what just happened. The steam burns my already watery eyes.
"I'm so sorry," I say breaking into deep sobs. "I shouldn't have come here. I'm just a burden to everyone."
"Don't say that," He sits on his heels to be eye level with me, messing my hair with his long fingers. "Family ought to stick together, and you are family now. I'll happy to look after you from now on."
"I'm relief you are so mature, Henry, you handle things so well." Father leans back on his chair, massaging his shoulders with a painful grimace. "I wish Laurie could be like that."
"I'm sure she'll understand, just give her some time."
If only that were true I could relax a bit. But learning that the person you wanted to marry is related to you by blood is not the kind of news you can brush off and move on from. To me it feels as if my whole world felt apart once again.
Father gets up his chair, running a hand thru his dark brown hair, exhaustion written all over his face.
"I'm going to need a lot of help from you Henry, he's going back to school and could use some positive influence in his life. Use my credit card for anything he needs."
"Please don't worry about me." I say, "I still have my job, I can pay for my own expenses. Is the least I can do for all the trouble I'm causing."
"No son of mine works on menial jobs like that. Call in tomorrow to quit. You don't have to worry about money again, that much I can guarantee."
Henry picks my bag from the floor, and holds my hand as one would do to a small child. Indeed, tired, shocked and hurt as I am, I must look very small in his eyes.
"Let me take you to your room, you need to rest."
Is all too good to be true. In less than 24 hours I went from rags to riches, from lonely to having a family, from destitute to blessed. I should feel happy, but is quite the opposite.
The woman I love is out of my reach forever.
