This story is my first attempt at submitting erotic literature, and it is somewhat difficult for me to categorize. It contains strong elements of incest, non-consent, and exhibitionism. So, if such topics appeal to you, go ahead and read. I am uploading the first part of the story to get an idea what readers think. With any luck, there will be some interest and I'll post more (which I have already written). That said, critiques are welcome, and if anyone out there wants to help me edit just let me know.
Disclaimer: The characters and places in this story are completely fictional. Any likeness to actual people, etc. is totally coincidental.
Thanks for reading --thatoneguy88
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Audrey finished pumping the gas into Beastly, her rusty blue oldsmobile from the stone age, and got back in the car. For the thousandth time, she wished that the ancient clunker could magically have an auxiliary input so she could listen to Mr. Little Jeans while she drove. Her friend, Kim, had exposed her to the artist just a few days ago, back when she still lived in Indiana, and she had instantly fallen in love with the music. Part of the reason, she realized as Beastly rumbled toward the West, was that Mr. Little Jeans would now always remind her of the life and friends she had been forced to leave behind. As she drove, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her cell phone's rings.
Sighing, she picked it up and answered in a slightly agitated tone, "I'm fine, daddy, promise!"
"Geez," he replied, "I was just a little worried, honey. I haven't heard from you all day."
"I know, daddy," she said more calmly, "I woke up late, but GPS says that I'll be there in about two more hours."
"Great!" he exclaimed, "The movers have already brought all the stuff, and Garrett is here helping me unpack some things."
"Daddy, don't let him go through my stuff! I don't want to find all my pants glued to the ceiling when I get there!"
That got a laugh out of him, and he said, "Well, that's what big brothers are for, so you better hurry up and get here before we're done unpacking the kitchen stuff."
"Okay, I'll see you soon, daddy. Love you."
"Alright, sweetheart, bye."
Her father had loathed the idea of her driving across the country by herself, but Audrey had insisted that it was something she wanted to do. It had taken a lot of whining on her part, ironically reminding him that since she was eighteen now, she was old enough to make the decision for herself. Finally, he caved in to her pleas. He made her promise to call frequently, and gave her his credit card for travel expenses. She hadn't realized that to him, calling frequently apparently meant once every two or three hours. Still, it had been worth the hassle to be able to spend a little extra time with the friends she was leaving behind. As she set the phone back down in the passenger seat, she thought about Garrett.
She hadn't seen her big brother much the past few years, ever since he moved to California for college. He had always loved playing pranks on her, but she really did miss him. Despite the fact that moving for her father's new job meant that Audrey would have to start her senior year of high school with zero friends, it was at least a blessing that the new house would bring their family together again.
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Finally, Audrey arrived at 1103 Morningstar Lane, and according to the GPS this was the house. The large white columns, mahogany door, and slanted black roof were all just like they had been in the pictures her father had shown her, but the house was much larger in real life than it had seemed in the photos.
Before she even finished pulling into the driveway, Garrett came out of the front door. She hadn't seen him since Christmas, and he had changed so much in just the past few months that she wouldn't have even recognized him if he hadn't been wearing his dorky old batman cap. He had started to grow patches of wispy blonde facial hair, and he had clearly been working out. The difference was pretty stunning, she noted, as the formerly chubby computer nerd had been transformed into more of a burly lumberjack.
"Oh great," he said, rolling his eyes, as she stepped out of Beastly, "More stuff to carry in."
Audrey gave him a confused look for a second, just before he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her over his right shoulder in one quick movement. Immediately, she started flailing and playfully punching his back as he turned to take her into the house.
"Hey!" she yelped, "put me down!"
"Oh, hey, sis," he replied, "are you ever gonna turn fourteen? It's been five years now."
"Are you ever gonna stop being a dork?" she retorted.
The ninety-five pound girl kicked against his chest as he carried her in, thinking about what he'd said. As far as most of her body was concerned, Audrey had practically stopped growing at the age of thirteen, and was only slightly over five feet tall. Thin and petite, his words hit a secret sore spot for her, as they sometimes did; she would frequently look at herself nude in the mirror, in silent judgment of her figure.
She realized that she had a beautiful face, with a perfect nose and full lips, and thanks to her family's Swiss ancestry, she had thick blonde hair and blues eyes. However, that was where her looks gave way to painfully small breasts. Her breasts were 32aa cups, which meant they were simply tiny mounds of flesh with small, pink nipples on top. She wore padded bras to try to make them look bigger, but they were still slightly disproportionate to her butt, which was a larger, firm bubble shape that she'd gotten from daily yoga routines.
"I will" he answered, interrupting her thoughts, "the minute you turn fourteen."
Garrett carried her up the front steps and easily held her in one arm while he opened the front door with his free hand, then called out, "Dad, I got more stuff. Where do you want me to put it?"
"Hey!" Audrey exclaimed, laughing,"Daddy tell Garrett to put me down!"
Finally, Garrett did put her down as their father, Paul Vandermeir, walked into the foyer. As soon as she was on her feet, Audrey playfully punched her brother's hard chest and said, "Ow! What's under your shirt? A slab of concrete?"