As always this takes place in Easton which is a fictional place in the UK. Please do not reproduce this story in any form without my written consent for profit or otherwise. As a side note I personally don't consider Step-siblings legitimate incest however it is certainly taboo to some extent and I doubt people would approve if this was posted as anything other than incest. Hence the category choice. Anyway enjoy!.
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Are you kidding me? This is the worst moment of my goddamn life.
Not a great start in my opinion, but that was probably the beginning of everything so I figured it should go first, as for the rest well... lemme explain. My name is Camillo Drake (Cam to most) I'm nineteen and I'm part Italian on my mother's side, hence my first name, which I got from my mum's granddad. Drake comes from my dad Richard who is probably the most British person alive. I'm an inch or so over six foot and slim but not particularly muscular, I tan easily so my skin is usually fairly dark and my hair is naturally light brown and usually short, although I dye it black and let it grow out a bit every once in a while. So a kinda mixed appearance to go with my mixed heritage.
My mother died in a car crash when I was just five, it was the two of us in the back and my father in the front, Dad came out pretty worse for wear but alive and I survived thanks to her, she managed to shield me from harm even at the cost of her own life. From what I've been told that was pretty typical of her, she was a selfless person, she also had red hair and that's where the worst moment of my life begins. You see I have a mental disability, I don't know if it's because of her death, or some other factor but it seems pretty likely it's related to my mother, I cannot deal with people with red hair and I mean cannot. If I even see a person with red hair my thought processes start to get messed up, if I have to interact with them then you can forget it, my brain just shuts down completely. No words. No movement. Usually panic. Sometimes absolutely nothing. I can deal with strawberry blondes though and that nasty rusty orange colour some girls have been dying their hair lately too, but natural pure red? The kind that looks like a waterfall of fire? Game over, please reset my brain. I had to actually change classes several times in highschool and college because of this problem.
Pretty bad right? You should have seen our household when my older brother Rio (named by my dad with only minor influence from my mom) dyed his hair red for a joke. Four days of broken plates and stunted conversation, my dad nearly went insane, finally he snapped and shaved Rio in the middle of the night. Normality was restored, but Rio's been holding a grudge ever since and I'm sure he's just waiting for a chance to shave dad in revenge.
Right. Worst moment of my life, well that's enough background so lemme skip forward to a few weeks ago when my dad and his girlfriend of the last few months Casey declare they're going to get married and Casey is going to move in with us, bringing her twenty year old daughter with her. Now most people would be bent out of shape by this announcement but I was just glad to see dad was getting over mum, Casey had been his first girlfriend in... well definitely the first I could remember and I was just thrilled he was leaving the house again. So I decided to weather the storm as best I could, gotta look out for your folks right?
Skip forward to today, I'm meeting my new step sister for the first time at the wedding rehearsal, Casey and dad have been looking nervous as hell all day and I, being the naïve fool I was, thought it was because they were excited about the wedding. Now I'm stood next to dad, who looks nervous as hell, across from Casey, who also looks nervous as hell, Rio to my left, looking like he's gonna laugh his ass off, and my new step sister in front of me.
She was a goddamn red head. Not just a red head but a pure, crimson silk, waterfall of fire, shimmering orange style red head, twin bangs framing her face and a long ponytail that ran down to just below her shoulder blades. Not only was she a red head but she was pretty damn hot as well, she was roughly around six foot, maybe five nine, typical fair complexion of a red head, beautiful blood red lips, a dark smirk and an ample d cup bosom. She looked like a metal head or a goth, black tanktop, black cargo pants, leather jacket and three large skull piercings in her left ear. Drop dead gorgeous, at least in my opinion.
Simultaneously I was hit by my gorgeous girl, red head, and meeting someone important for the first time panics, the realisation that I was going to have to live with her hit me soon after, things weren't going well. I had frozen, for a while now at least, and I don't really remember much after that. I'm told I didn't make a single sound, turned and walked straight to the coat room, I shut the door behind me, there was a thud and nobody saw me again for a while. I remember coming to my senses in the coat room so I can only assume that was the truth.
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I was at the wedding, well that wasn't strictly true, I was hiding in my suit in one of the back room of the church. I was so far away from where the actual wedding had taken place that I'm not entirely sure I could confidently say I was actually at the wedding. I hadn't seen any signs of my new step sister yet, but that might have something to do with the fact that I hadn't seen anyone yet, with the exception of Rio who'd given me a lift here.
I was sat in the middle of the floor of an abandoned room drawing furiously, I'd brought one of my sketch pads with me, drawing was one of my favourite things to do when I was stressed like this. Too bad my style was so anime, it didn't win me any art prizes that's for sure. I was in the middle of depicting an epic battle between two effeminate dudes with giant intricate swords and musing on how anime was very subconsciously gay when a hand grabbed me from behind and covered my eyes.
"Hey guess who."
"Um..." I didn't recognise the voice, not even a little which was odd.
"Oh right you never actually heard my voice did you? Well I'm gonna be your sister and housemate in about an hour so I figured we should meet at some point."
"Ahh." My response was stunted, my brain was already shutting down just from remembering what she looked like.
"Oh don't worry about my hair, look." She took her hands away from my eyes.
I caught sight of her, and felt my brain happily kick back into gear. Her hair was happily scrunched up and contained under a large black beanie, I let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey I'm Cam."
A smirk floated on her lips for a second. "Awesome. For a while I was worried you were dumb or mute, or both, this'll make things much easier."
"Nice to meet you too, you always this nice to people you've never met before?" I replied returning her smirk.
"Ooh. I have met you before though haven't I? But you decided to go hide in the cloakroom instead of saying hello."
I blushed. Her smirk grew. "So what's your name?" I asked trying to hide my embarrassment.
"Tabitha. Taby for short. So how bad is it? Does it have to be a whole head of hair or is just a little bit enough?"
"Don't!" I yelled as she began to pull her hat back off her hair. "Just, don't."
"Ouch" she said sitting down next to me. "That bad huh?"
"How about we talk about something else?" I asked.
She glanced over at my sketch pad. "So you into that kinda stuff then?"
"Anime?"
