All characters are at least 18 years old.
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I woke up early, as planned. It didn't seem the sun had been up for very long, and I was appropriately feeling like shit. Pulling myself out of bed -- and indeed, almost collapsing onto the floor immediately -- I trudged to the bathroom to freshen up before settling down at the desk in front of the laptop. I grabbed the coursework out of my bag and checked the sources I needed before flipping the screen up. Brie was still logged in. And she hadn't left it open on Wikipedia.
It was porn. Dozens and dozens of tabs open across a handful of separate browser windows, a window for each medium of porn. I couldn't help but browse through all of it. There was a window of porn videos. A window of hand-drawn explicit artwork. A window of erotica, perhaps the one containing the most tabs. Then there was stuff I didn't even know existed. Pornographic audio recordings. Download sites for 3D-rendered porn games. And the genre they all had in common screamed at me with such intensity that for a moment I actually thought it'd wake Brie.
Incest.
Brother-sister incest.
I gulped and quickly logged out of her account before typing in my password. So that's... That's what she was doing last night. And why she was so adamant of me waiting my turn. I looked over at her sleeping form, now sprawled inelegantly on top of her duvet. Had she gotten off to thoughts of me? My head spun with possibilities.
I was so distracted that I still wasn't done with my homework by the time Brie woke. She yawned and stretched, then groaned and just sat there in bed with her eyes closed, acclimating to the thought of another day of school.
"Morning," she grumbled.
"Ahem, uh... morning," came my response, sounding strangled and guilty all at once. She paid it no mind, getting out of bed with a sniff and heading to the bathroom.
Two days ago I was plotting how to seduce my sister, or at least nurture an interest in the idea of incest. I just realized I didn't plan for what came after. What was I supposed to do now? I dropped my head into my hands, reprimanding myself for how fucked up I was to begin with.
Brie burst into the room, making me jerk back and fall out of the chair.
"Did you see what was on the computer?!" she demanded.
"Fucking Christ, what the fuck, Brie?!" I barked, picking myself up.
"What did you see when you opened the laptop?" she asked, clearly agitated. She was well aware of what was left open on the computer last night.
"The fucking login screen," I lied with an edge of irritation. She visibly calmed, and I decided I had to tease her to avoid suspicion. "Why, were you watching, like, porn or somethi--"
"Of course not!"
"Then... why were you so worried I'd see it?" I leaned forward against the chair smugly. The act came easily; I was genuinely entertained by watching her sweat over this. She turned so red I thought she was about to blow a gasket.
She finally settled on screaming, "God, you're such an idiot!" before storming back to the bathroom, and I chuckled.
I wrapped up my work and got changed, then found mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Morning, mom."
"Morning, sweetheart," she said over her shoulder. She looked good for her age, both her face and her figure, but the divorce had put grey in her hair. As I took a seat at the table, I felt my temper flare up at what our father had done to us. Brie joining us snapped me out of it, thankfully. I tried not to dwell on dad, but sometimes it just snuck up on me.
"Morning, mom," Brie said, avoiding looking in my direction.
"Morning, baby," she replied, setting down two plates of sausage and eggs.
"Did you find dinner in the microwave?" I asked.
"Oh, yes I did. Thank you so much." She kissed the side of my head before starting to wash the frying pan.
"You're not eating?" Brie asked.
"Oh, I'll just have a granola bar." Mom nodded to the box on the counter. "Listen, kids, I'm gonna be late again tonight, so don't wait up, alright?" Before either of us could say anything, she whipped a granola bar out, grabbed her bag and was headed out the door. "See you, kids! Don't be late for school!"
Just like that, she was gone, leaving us speechless. We locked eyes and both shook our heads sadly at how hard she was working to support us.
"I need the laptop today," Brie announced after breakfast. "I've got English."
"Yeah, do you?" I grinned mischievously, and she punched my arm. She probably figured, as I hoped, that if I really had seen what was on the computer, I would have said something about it. Therefore her secret was safe, and I was just making typical sibling jabs at her expense.
But I knew. And if I was gonna make this work, I'd have to read the terrain from now on.
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"Where's that sexy-ass sister of yours?"
"Drew, I swear to God. One of these days, I'm gonna punch your goddamn lights out."
The prick gave me his best shit-eating grin, and when I jumped to my feet he took off toward the school yard, with me chasing him out of the cafeteria. After several minutes of cat-and-mouse, we finally collapsed back in front of our lunches.
"Still can't catch me, Stef," Drew gloated.
"Using stilts is cheating, dumbass," I fired back.
"Nah, it's 'cause of those fish legs of yours," he chuckled. I threw a shred of my burger bun at his head, and he laughed some more.
"Ugh, how old are you guys?" Brie said as she stopped at our table. She was holding her lunch tray, seemingly having just gotten to the cafeteria. Her best friend Lexi was standing beside her, tossing her honey blonde hair over her shoulder and beaming at me.
"Hey boys," Lexi purred, sliding onto the bench next to me. "Mind if we join you?" A bit late to ask that, so she was obviously not taking no for an answer. Brie sat down beside Drew, and he waggled his eyebrows at me. I gave a withering look in response.
"Lexi decided to take pity on you and join you guys at the losers' table," Brie explained, and Drew scoffed in mock offense.
"I'll have you know, my dear," he said, affecting maybe the worst English accent I've ever heard, "that we fine gentlemen are each a member of athletic teams representing this esteemed institution of ours. Or at least I am." He gave me a provoking wink, and Brie shook her head with a look that said "boys will be boys."
"How often is bouncing a ball gonna save your life, Pencil Legs?" I shot back, and Lexi giggled. She was sitting pretty close to me. Make that very close. Our shoulders were almost touching, and I could see Brie watching that distance from behind her chicken sandwich.
"Well I think swimming is great," Lexi gushed. "It works your whole body, and being a lifeguard is a noble job." She leaned into me then, and something in her eyes... Was she hitting on me? She was the flirty type, but she never showed any actual interest before.
I was wondering what changed, and was about to tell her that lifeguards required special training that I didn't have, when Brie stood up abruptly. "I should probably study in case there's a quiz," she bit out before trotting away. Drew looked after her in disappointment, but as I watched her go I caught Lexi smirking mischievously.
