Author's Note: This story, along with the incest, features quite a bit of cum and spit play. All characters over eighteen.
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I was a painfully shy girl growing up. Still was, for that matter, even if it wasn't quite as bad anymore.
Leaving school well behind me had helped to an extent, as it was an escape from a lot of the worst parts of socializing: the cliques, the weird power dynamics, and indeed the bullying. University hadn't been so bad. Everyone had grown up at least a little, it seemed. Still, I was happier once I got free of the education system entirely, even though arguably it made it way easier for me to enable my own worst tendencies toward avoiding human contact, which probably wasn't great.
The other big thing about me, which worked in an unfortunately unsynergistic way, was that I was horribly, obsessively horny. It had taken me a while to realize there was anything special about the way I felt, given how teenagers tended to talk and act. Now in my mid-twenties and interacting with more actual adults, it was easier to recognize that there was something kind of wrong with me.
It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I did enjoy it, after all. And all the masturbating in particular. But it wasn't so great that I could spend entire shifts at work refining particular fantasies or sneakily looking up porn on my phone during breaks. It was, as I said, an obsession.
Other than my degenerate tendencies, it also got rather emotionally painful for me at times when I developed a crush or just got in a mood to drool over every hottie I passed by on the street. In a sense, I felt as though I hadn't done the usual thing of being a messy ball of hormones as a teen and slowly growing out of that. I just kept getting worse.
My only outlet for it all was the time I spent locked in my room, either playing with myself or working on my side-hustle of drawing incredibly lewd pictures. My artistic talents had blossomed magnificently, at least, which was probably the main benefit that had come from my depravity.
I made enough off of commissions these days for it to count as a part-time job, and meant that I only had to work part-time hours out in the real world. If I hadn't been so aware that I needed to keep human contact and keep trying not to be a weird horny loner, I might have even tried to cut that job out entirely.
Life wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly easy either. It was fine and I probably could have lived with it.
Everything changed when my older brother got a new girlfriend.
Bree wasn't Will's first girlfriend, but she was by far the most serious. Certainly the first that he brought around on a regular basis.
I was wary of Bree initially, since Will and I were pretty close and I didn't want to lose one of the few people in my life I felt comfortable around. She won me over though. She didn't seem interested in majorly changing anything, and didn't even seem to mind too much about hanging out at the house.
"The economy's in shambles," Bree told me when I asked about it, giving a languid shrug in the process. She had an easy way about her that left me envious at times. "Honestly, better living with your parents if you can stand it than living with five roommates who can barely coexist without a murder happening."
"That's fair," I said, hugging my knees to my chest and admiring the way Bree could relax in the sun and look damn good in the process. "Will keeps saying he wants to move out, but he never really does."
"He's gonna need to hang on to his money a little better if that's ever going to happen," Bree said. "Your brother's great, but uh... not financially minded, shall we say."
I shared a sneaky giggle with her, feeling mildly scandalized that she'd tell me such things. I mean, I already knew Will wasn't great with money--another big difference between the two of us, as I was very, very mindful of what I spent--but it was different sharing the knowledge with someone like it was a secret between us.
"Talking about me behind my back?" Will asked, striding up with a pair of beers.
"Always, my darling," Bree said, batting her eyes ridiculously. "You know I'm obsessed."
"Acceptable," Will decided, handing off a beer to her and taking a kiss in payment.
I squirmed a little in my seat, never quite sure how I felt about their displays of affection. They made me fluttery at times, in a nice way, but then again it was my brother we were talking about and it was a little weird seeing him do such things.
"You sure you don't want one?" Will asked.
I took a moment to realize the question was addressed to me, then quickly shook my head. "No thanks."
"Still don't drink, huh?" Bree said, cracking her beer open.
"Not really," I said, blushing faintly.
"Well good for you, probably," Bree said. "It's kinda fun though, just saying."
I hugged my knees tighter. It probably was fun. Especially with the right people. Will and Bree were probably the exact right people for it, even, yet still it made me uneasy for some reason. Perhaps just because of the sorts of classmates from school and uni I associated with overdoing it.
I hung out for a while longer, pretty much until I found the sun starting to bother me and decided it was probably best to return indoors. Bree had made a show earlier on of applying sunscreen in a vaguely sensual way for my brother's benefit, but I didn't feel comfortable even applying it even in a boring and regular way in front of the two of them. Besides, that was enough outside time for now one way or another.
I left Will and Bree to it, heading inside and deciding to get supper ready. There was time yet for it, but I got a start by tossing some potatoes in the oven and prepping some pork chops. It occurred to me at that point that I should check whether Bree was staying for the evening or not, and without thinking anything of it I padded back toward the deck, innocent question hot on my lips.
