My name is Emily and I grew up in a pretty liberal and hippie environment. Both my parents are lawyers who have very relaxed personalities. They gave us a clear moral code growing up. We are free to love whoever and do whatever as long as it doesn't negatively impact our lives. This freedom has always been appreciated by my older brother and I. When I began bringing home girlfriends and boyfriends my family happily supported it. My older brother made sure my partners treated me right. Growing up my brother constantly protected me. Will kept bullies away from me, protected me from a few hardships, listened to me, and overall kept me in check too. Eventually, he went off to college out of state, I attended a local community college, and we grew slightly apart for an unknown reason.
My parents try to convince him to visit home more often but he is reluctant. That is why I am surprised he agreed to stay a week for the last week of summer. My parents are ecstatic. However, I am skeptical about it. He's changed as a person at this point. I do not expect the guy I grew up with to happily walk through the front door. My mom is cooking an extraordinary dinner with Will and my favorite foods. Dad is sitting in his leather chair in the living room. He is on the phone with his firm. You can hear the frustration in his tone.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the front door. I open the door and greet Will. He looks so different now. What happened to the twig with bad haircuts? He's got a black fohawk, broad shoulders, some muscle, a trimmed beard, an eyebrow piercing, and a few tattoos, and his voice has deepened. He hugs me gently and cautiously as if we are strangers. He drags in his luggage, hugs both our parents, and goes to settle down in his room. His old bedroom is still next to mine. I follow him up the stairs and go to my room. I keep my door open in case anyone needs me. Next, I open my laptop and finish my college work. I close the door to get changed into pajamas. I take off my bra and put on a light blue tank top, and some gym shorts. My cup size is 42DD despite my average build. The house is cold when I go downstairs for dinner. My nipples immediately perk up due to the coldness. Will is already sitting down and socializing with our parents. His mouth almost drops when he sees me. I don't know how to feel about it. I sit down next to him and we start our meal. Our parents ask him tons and tons of questions about his college and personal life. He answers all of them. Finally, Dad asks if he has met anyone yet. He frowns. Will has never dated a single person. One time in school I asked him about his opinion on dating. He said romance is dead and he simply isn't interested in anyone. He tells our dad that he hasn't dated anyone yet. He glances over at Mom. As if she knows something we do not. She reassures her husband that Will is fine on his own. I raise an eyebrow but keep my mouth shut.
We finish up dinner and my parents go upstairs to talk about something. Will looks very upset and keeps to himself as we clean up the kitchen together. After we clean we go to our rooms. My mom knocks on my bedroom door. I'm doing yoga and trying to relax and meditate on my yoga mat when she enters my room. She closes the door behind her.
"I need to talk to you about something important." Mom sits down on my bed.
"This isn't going to be a fun conversation is it?" I ask.
My mom faintly smiles then pats the spot next to her. I go to sit with her. I prepare myself for whatever she is about to tell me.
"How do you feel about incest?" Mom says quietly.
"Excuse me?" I look at her very confused. "Do you mean what is my stance or opinion on the matter?"
Mom nods her head yes and sits here quiet as ever. She is waiting for my response.
