I hope everyone enjoys my very first submission to Literotica! This story will be dealing with elements of incest, fantasy, consensual fun, and outdoor activity. Sexual activity is only performed by characters 18 years of age and older. If you enjoy reading this and/or want to read the next chapters, please feel free to give the story a 5 rating and leave comments! If you wish you can also send me longer messages either by instant feedback or through the "Contact" portion of my profile page where I give more information on my writing interests in my biography. Enjoy!
Chapter One
He had to get up on his tiptoes to be able to see the crying newborn in the wooden crib. He knew his mother was in bed and exhausted, and his father was looking after her. After hours of being told that he had to wait, Daemon could not wait any more to see his new sister and snuck into her nursery. At 3 years of age, he was barely able to get his chin above the wooden side. He looked down, and his eyes met hers. Almost immediately, the crying died down until after a small silence, she started cooing at him. Time seemed to stop; at the moment, he knew that this person was going to change the rest of his life. "I luv you" Daemon said to his sister. She smiled at him .....
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With a jerk he sat up in bed. His breath was jagged, sweat pouring off his skin. He covered his face with his hands, and it took several minutes for his breathing and heart rate to calm down to a more normal rate. After a few minutes, he looked to his left. Thankfully, the woman laying naked next to him still appeared to be asleep, her light snoring the only sound competing with his slightly-heavy breathing.
"Good," Alex thought, "I do not want to have to deal with explaining to her that a dream I use to have frequently as a child suddenly showed up again out of nowhere."
He tried to remember what her name was, but after a few minutes he gave up. When he had started up a conversation with her at the gym after seeing her for the first time, she seemed engaging and interesting. She talked about how much she had enjoyed his latest CD, as well as something interesting that had happened to her at a recent modeling gig she did at a national car convention. He had invited her back to his place for drinks, which she agreed to rather eagerly. On the plus side, she turned out to be flexible enough to where Alex could try things that most women were not flexible enough to handle. However, if he could not even remember her name after sleeping with her, it was unlikely that she was the one that would fill up the missing part of his soul he had been aware of his whole life.
Alex moved the covers aside and stood up, walking to the window of his condominium. He looked down at the view of the city, letting the cool air soothe his bare, sweaty body as he took in the sight of nightlife at 3:00 a.m. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass. "After all these years, why did that dream come back?"
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"Well look who is awake, the so-called 'Prince of Alternative music', Alexander Cross himself! Working on your dark and moody look for later tonight, I see."
Alex winced and turned around, putting his electric violin on top of the grand piano. The past few weeks of touring with his band had run him a bit ragged. Add to that a rough night from a lack of sleep, and Alex was feeling a bit grouchy. Hearing Chris announce his entrance so energetically was not going to improve his headache, and it did not do any favors to Alex that Christ enjoyed throwing around that silly nickname that had seemed to stick with the media after it was used in Vogue interview. However, best friends are best friends, and Chris seemed to be the only person that consistently had Alex's back going all the way back to their freshmen year of college. Thankfully Sarah (or was it Kristy? April??) had left earlier that morning saying that he should call her soon, or else Chris would have found new material to tease Alex. Chris walked out of the elevator and into Alex's condo holding two coffee cups.
"Is there any particular reason why you felt like coming here without calling me first? I could have changed my code to the elevator before you got here," Alex pretended to grumble.
Chris laughed. "Oh come on, giving you the gift of my awesome presence the morning before one of your concerts is tradition! And oh look, here is the also-traditional pre-concert Starbucks morning latte!" Chris handed Alex one of the venti-sized Starbucks cup.
Amused, Alex shook his head. No matter what mood Alex was in, Chris was the one person who seemingly without effort managed to make Alex laugh.
"I use to laugh a lot in the past, didn't I," Alex thought. Looking back at his childhood, regardless of being an only child and occasionally wishing for a sibling that never came, his parents had given him a happy and stable childhood. Alex began taking violin, piano, and guitar lessons when he was very young, and as a teen became an active swimmer like his parents as well as found an enjoyment in the martial art of Brazilian jiu-jitsu.
Around 8th grade is when the girls really started to notice him. Though it became clear that possibly Alex might eventually surpass his 6'2" father in terms of height, what really made the girls go wild were the silver hair strands that hung down in front of the left side of Alex's face. This feature was magnified with the contrast against his otherwise black hair. When it first appeared at age 13, Alex's parents asked him repeatedly which of his friends had partially dyed his hair, to which Alex replied that no one did and that he could not explain what was happening. After his parents dyed those strands black to match the rest of his hair, within two days the same front strands turned silver again. After Alex denied doing anything to change it back, his parents chalked it up to being his first rebellious streak. Even at 25 years of age, the silver streak refused to go away.
Life remained normal until that one night, that one telephone call that changed everything. Chris had walked into the dorm room right as his then-college roommate Alex was getting the call from the police that Alex's parents were in a car accident caused by a drunk driver hitting their car, and they had died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. That is when Alex changed from an extroverted person to an introverted person, able to charm a room but almost never letting anyone in enough to where they could emotionally hurt him.
"I owe Chris a lot," Alex thought. "If he had not been there with me that night, who knows what I would have done to myself."
"So, you feel good for tonight's show?" asked Chris. "I seriously cannot thank you enough for doing this. My girlfriend was so nervous thinking that no one would show up to the first big art showing at her new gallery, the only thing I could think of that would calm her down was to remind her that I was best friends with a supporter of the arts as well as the hottest up-and-coming musician on the charts, Alexander Cross!"
"Interesting," Alex said, "that was quite the selfless act you did for her, convincing me to play at her art show for the sole reason that you wanted to support her on this big day. I suppose that you are getting nothing out of it?"
Chris started to turn a little red. "Well .... I would not say that, exactly ....."
