This is the first chapter in a novel I am writing. Being vain I wanted an audience and feedback. All characters are 18 or over and this story contains incest. If incest is not your thing please do not read. Also, don't comment and tell me I'm going to hell for writing about incest. Read your Bible. God condoned incest repeatedly.
I hope you enjoy the chapter. The rest of the novel takes a left turn from here.
Geran and Nicole's First Time
Nicole's Story:
I moped around the house. Nothing new. I had been doing it for months. A lot. I poked my head in the fridge. Five minutes later I was still staring at the stuff in the fridge. I finally grabbed a ginger beer and closed the door. Then maybe five minutes staring in the pantry. I sighed several times. I snagged a bag of chips. I wandered into the living room and turned on the TV. I dropped onto the best sofa and tucked my knees up under my chin. Sipping my drink and munching on greasy chips I channel surfed looking for something to cheer me up or get my mind off of my fucking dorky twin brother. Except he really wasn't. He was gorgeous, considerate, my best friend since I came out of the womb -- maybe before, and I was so in love with him it hurt.
Two weeks ago I couldn't take it anymore and bared my soul to Mom. She told me incest was perfectly normal and among consenting people is perfectly acceptable. She had already known about my feelings seeing me stare at Geran with puppy dog eyes. Her last words on the subject were, "Nicole You and Geran will make an excellent husband and wife. Just have faith and a little more patience. Incest born of love is not a bad thing." Patience is fucking bullshit when you're eighteen.
Although she did share some useful information. She told me, "You didn't start out as fraternal twins. You started as identical twins. I changed the sex of one of the eggs to make you two fraternal twins. Identical twins come from splitting one egg so you two are sharing much more than you know. You could possibly be sharing a soul of sorts. You two are destined to be together. Neither one of you can avoid this fate." I suppose that was good news. Although it was destined it could be tomorrow or fifty years from now. I was so self absorbed I missed what she really told me and didn't ask some questions I really should have asked.
High school was almost over and summer was fast approaching and I didn't have the guts to tell Geran I was in love with him. Why couldn't he fucking see it? I had been in love with him since I turned fourteen. I walked around nearly nude. I let him see my naked boobs and ass. I thought I looked good. Maybe I should walk around completely nude. I thought we were good together.
Depression took hold of me and I went into my room to cry for a while. There wasn't anything on TV anyway. I was firmly in the sister / friend zone. WHY didn't he want me??? Maybe I should seduce him. What if he rejected me? I wouldn't be able to live. I suppose I could look for a boyfriend this year and try to put Geran out of my mind. I doubted it. I went into his room and raided his closet. Actually, I raided his pile of clothes he had worn but not washed yet. I took a couple of shirts, a pair of his jeans, and a couple pairs of his boxer-briefs. I took them back into my room and flopped on the bed holding and sniffing the clothes. It helped some.
I was actually pretty familiar with his closet. I had made a habit of sneaking into his room at night since I could walk so I could sleep snuggled up to him. It was a rare night we didn't sleep in the same bed. Sometimes I had gotten into his room before he did and hid in his closet. From there I could watch him masturbate his gorgeous dick and I could stroke myself too. After he fell asleep I would creep out of his closet and into his bed like normal. It was commonplace for me to make teasing comments about his morning wood when we woke up. I liked having it pressed up against me. I snapped out of my daydream.
Maybe I could write a book or script for a TV movie. I'd call it, "The Life and Times of an Eighteen Year Old Girl who Spent all Her Time Being Insane and in Love with Her Fucking Twin Brother Like a Sick and Twisted Retard." Lifetime would take it if I made 'brother' to 'sister.' They love that lesbo shit. I screamed into my pillow a few times.
I decided to go talk to Mom again.
"Nicole, honey, Geran loves you. He loves you every bit as much as you love him. He just doesn't know it yet. Emotionally, he is very reserved and needs you to break him out of his shell."
I pouted. "But how am I supposed to get his attention? He might notice my body but he doesn't act on it. Should I just attack him?"
She looked thoughtful. "Attacking might not be a bad idea, but not in the way you think. Get his emotions going. Make him jealous and put him in a situation where he has no choice but to react."
"I could do that. There are tons of guys wanting to ask me out. I need to move on it though. There's only four weeks of high school left." I had an uncomfortable thought. "Mom, what happens if he gets so jealous he loses it? He's a good fighter."
"You'll have to control the situation." She told me messing up my hair. "Fuck, Mom! I just got my hair how I liked it!" I went to fix it again and plot my evil plot.
Monday morning:
I decided to dress kinda slutty to get the attention I wanted. Crop top, shorts, no bra. Actually, I didn't have many bras. I don't like wearing them and I'm a terrible exhibitionist as it is. I just didn't do it very often at school. Geran noticed when I came downstairs.
He stared at me for a minute or two before asking, "Is it supposed to be hot today?"
I smiled, "The weather will be very warm, but I think I will be hot today." I grabbed my back pack and headed for his motorcycle. My nipples were erect and my top was just translucent enough for my dark areolas to just be seen if someone was staring at them.
We put on our helmets and I got on behind him and enjoyed our ride into school. I always enjoyed riding on his bike snuggled up to him. I'm used to guys checking me out all the time, but today was exceptional. I was getting extremely aroused from all the stares. Of course, I was encouraging them and flirting with anything male. I could feel Geran's agitation growing. Phase One was turning out to be a success! Now to keep the heat turned up.
By lunch time I had been asked out seventeen times. I had picked the guy I thought was one of the best looking and all around best choice. His name was Allen and he had a reputation for either getting into a girl's pants or trying very hard to get into a girl's pants on the first date. I hadn't let him know I had picked him yet. I figured I'd let him stew until Wednesday and then let him know he was getting to take me out.
Tuesday and Wednesday I dressed similarly and flirted outrageously. Late that afternoon I agreed to my date.
When we got home Geran started on me.
"Nicole, you really want to go out with Homerun Allen? There's got to be better choices than that! I mean..."
I cut him off. "Look Geran, I want to go out and have a good time. I've heard Allen knows how to show a girl a good time. Seriously, why are you so concerned about it anyway? You planning on fucking me? You worried he's gonna rape me? You can't rape the willing, Dipshit! Now fuck off and let me do my homework!"
I stomped into my room and shut the door leaving him standing in the kitchen with his mouth hanging open. I was shaking like a leaf. I'd never been that mean to him and I hated myself for it. I realized I had tears in my eyes and flopped on my bed to try to calm down.
After an hour or so there was a gentle knock at my bedroom door. I called out, "It's open." Mom came in and shut the door behind her. She sat on my bed and gave me a hug and I fucking lost it. I was sobbing on her shoulder telling her what I did. After I calmed down she assured me all this would be worth it.
Mom dried my face and told me, "This is going to be one of the hardest weeks of your young life. You and Geran will be at loggerheads the rest of the week. On the plus side, you are getting under his skin. Friday night should put you two together. I think it would be wise to stay over at Celeste's for a couple of nights. There's no sense aggravating the situation before Friday."
"Sounds like a plan. I'll text her." Celeste is my best and oldest friend. We've known each other since first grade. If I didn't have designs on Geran then I would be helping her to hook up with him. I know he has the hots for her and she is somewhat attracted to him. She and I sunbathe topless when we know he's spying on us.
I texted her and packed a bag and slipped out the back door and walked over to her house. We had pizza, watched shitty movies, and I updated her on my latest melodrama. She thinks my life is a constant source of amusement. Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with her.