Warning: This is a retelling of Unspoken Desires and will follow all of the original storylines plus some. I will not remove them being intimate with other family members. I get turned out when they do the others, and this is my story, so I will continue how I wish. If you are looking for a incest love story strictly between only two characters, this is NOT the series for you. To everyone else, thanks for reading and enjoy. Don't forget to leave a comment and rating so I know you enjoyed it.
Note: Only characters that are 18+ are involved in the sexual acts. Minors will never be included in any scene where there is sexual activity.
Prologue
I was 18 and about to start college seven hours away from my small hometown. My mother, Liana was not taking it as well as I had hoped. She was a wreck, pleading with me to stay home, but I had to get away.
Knowing she couldn't change my mind, Mom declared that the entire family would spend the summer at our private cabin. I was reluctant, to say the least, but I knew there was no getting out of it. Once Mom got an idea in her head, trying to change her mind was as effective as trying to move a mountain. This was her way of holding on, I realized. Her last ditch effort to keep us close before I left.
We left for the cabin the day after graduation. I slouched in my seat, already regretting not fighting harder for shotgun. Three hours. Three hours of being trapped in metal box on wheels with the chaos that was my family. I glanced at Ty, my twin, and caught his eye. He gave me a sympathetic smile. At least I wasn't alone in this madness.
"Mom, Billy's poking me!" Millie shouted.
"I am not! She's lying!" Billy shot back, his face turning red.
I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. "Real mature guys, what are you, five?"
Mom's voice floated back from the front seat, strained but trying for cheerful. "Kids, please. Try to get along."
I snorted. Yeah right.
My gaze shifted to Andy, his nose buried in what looked like the latest sci-fi bestseller. Lucky bastard, I thought. He had always been good at tuning out the family circus. We had never been close, Andy and I, but there was a sort of unspoken agreement between us. A shared eye-roll here, knowing look there. It wasn't much, but it was ours.
Ty nudged me, breaking my train of thought. He didn't need to say anything, I could read his face like an open book. It was a twin thing, I assumed. Ty and I had always been in tune with each other's thoughts and feelings. Out of all of my siblings, Ty was the one I knew I could always count on. My partner in crime, my best friend, my... well, everything.
A dramatic sigh from the backseat drew my attention. Lily, only thirteen year old old and already mastering the art of teenage angst, was slumped against the window. Her body language screamed "I'd rather be anywhere but here" louder than words ever could.
Glancing at Ty's hand, I noticed my cell phone lying there; it was the perfect excuse to touch him without arousing suspicion. In a split second, I reached for the phone and briefly brushed against my brother's hand. His touch made me tingle. As my fingers closed around the phone, Ty tried to hold my hand but I quickly pulled away.
We had to be careful. We could never look at each for too long or sit too close. We couldn't touch for more than a second, and had to count the seconds during hugs. It was going to be a long summer.
Chapter one
At the Family's cabin
A year later, I stumbled through the door, eager to kick my shoes off after a long day. I caught a glimpse of my roommate making out with her boyfriend on the living room couch. Seriously? Great, just great.
Rolling my eyes, I went to my room and closed the door. I collapsed into bed, not even bothering to turn on the light. The weight of my bag still clung to my shoulders, the suffocating pressure of my college workload pressing down me. Millions of papers were due that week, and finals were rapidly approaching.
When my cell phone rang, I took it out of my pocket and held it over my face. The picture of my brother displayed on the screen brought a smile to my face. We were best friends growing up, and even now, miles apart, we were still close. Too close. I slid my finger across the screen over the little green icon to connect the call.
"Hey, Sky."
I felt myself blush a little; I couldn't help it. I loved hearing him say my name.
"Hey," I said.
"Listen, Mom wants all at the cabin for the summer."
"Again? I thought last summer was supposed to be our last summer trip together."
"Yeah, I think it's way of making sure she gets to see you this summer."
I glanced at the framed picture on my desk that we had taken at Christmas. In it, I stood with a smile in a cozy red sweater between Mom, in her green cardigan, and Ty who wore a Santa hat on a dare. Our siblings huddled around us along with my sister-in-law and young niece, it was taken in our living room.
"Anyways, she's bringing the others in a few days but wants us to go early to make sure everything is in order," Ty continued.
"Ty, you know that's not a good idea. Don't forget why I chose a college away from home."
"I want to see you Sky, spend some time alone with you before the chaos arrives. Nothing has to happen between us."
"Easier said then done," I said.
A few days alone with my brother, who I was madly in love with, was an obvious disaster just waiting to happen. Yet, I missed Ty, and as much as I didn't want to admit it, I wanted to be alone with him.
Going to the cabin meant missing my finals and several classes, but I realized now how much I regretted leaving home. Trying to burry my feelings for Ty in assignments I didn't care about was torture. I wanted to be home with my family.
Every time I thought about home my heart ached. Mom's warm smile, the way she just accepted people for they were without judgement. God, I missed her more than I thought was possible.
And then there were my siblings. Those insufferable, loud, chaotic terrors that I spent years perfecting the art or tormenting. I'd rather eat a cactus than admit it out loud, but the silence in my apartment was deafening without their constant bickering and laughter.
I found myself thinking back and smiling at the memories of wrestling matches going wrong, and prank wars that ended in both tears and laughter. I even missed Millie's terrible singing in the shower, and Billy's smelly socks he always left on the bathroom floor. They drove me up the wall, pushed every single one of my buttons... and yet, life felt colorless without them.
"I'll be there in a few hours," I said.
I yanked open my closet door. "Random clothes check. Toothbrush... I should probably grab that," I muttered to myself as I tossed items and clothing into a suitcase without a care. A fleeting thought of "did I forget something?" Crossed my mind, but I shrugged it off. Whatever. The cabin was in the middle of nowhere anyway, and my clothes would get torn from walks in the woods, and dirty as I goofed around with my siblings as thought we were still seven years old.
I dragged my sad excuse for packing down the stairs of my building, nearly banging myself on the banister in my haste. "Alright North Carolina," I said, starting the car engine. "Time to welcome me home."
During the long five hour drive, a single thought consumed my mind, and I couldn't escape it. "He's your brother," I kept repeating to myself. "You're biological, twin brother."
I tried to escape by turning up the music and getting lost in the lyrics, but it didn't work. It was late when I pulled up at the cabin, and a jolt of excitement shot through me when I saw my brother's old beat-up truck.
I flashed back to when I was a kid, and heard our little voices playing in the woods. I remembered the sun setting as we ran around with sticks having sword fights, and then us trying to scare each other with ghost stories; Dad's were the best. Smiling at my childhood moments that happened here, I parked my car next to Ty's truck and grabbed my luggage from the back seat.
And then there he was, leaning over the old, wobbly railing of the cabin, wearing that same damn orange sweater I swear he'd worn everyday since 9th grade. I used to steal it when I was home alone, just to breathe in his scent. He smiled at me with that damn irresistible charm that made me weak in the knees.
Even thought we were twins, we didn't look much alike. He was taller and slim like our father, but had our mother's facial features. Meanwhile, I was average height and build like Mom, but looked like Dad. Out of us kids, Ross and I looked the most like dad while Ty and Lily looked the most like Mom. The other 3 were a good mix of both our parents.
"Are you ever going to get rid of this thing?" I asked, kicking the tire of his truck.
