So, here it is! My first ever story on Lit.
Please rate and comment. Let me know what you like, what you hate, if you'd like to see more, what you'd like to see more of... I'm keen to do a part two, and I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Of course, this is a story in the incest category. If that's not your thing, click on.
This is a longer story with a slow build-up to the sex. If that's not your cup of tea, I'm sure I'll get to do a bit of a stroker sometime soon! Here I want to introduce the characters and give you a little taste of things to come.
All sex is between characters that are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons real or fictional is coincidental. Please enjoy this work of fiction and stay responsible out there.
Hope you love it ;-)
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I have never been the party type. Still, as my 21st birthday approached, my mom began insisting that I visit home for a weekend. She wanted to host a big family celebration. In our case, 'big' and 'family' meant me, my parents, and my two sisters. We didn't have much in the way of extended family.
There were a couple of reasons that made me reluctant to go home for a party. The first was that I don't like parties, even if it's dinner with only five people. The second is that I hate flying - I'm not scared of flying, I just don't like it. Finally, I would have to take the Friday off, which made my inner-workaholic cringe. But my mom knew the one sure-fire way to make me forget these trepidations and get me on the next flight home. She only had to say four simple words. "Your sister misses you."
Chapter One: A Midnight Encounter
As soon as I could, I left home for another city. My relationship with my parents wasn't great at the time. My older sister, Blake, was already living elsewhere and I had big ambitions. Plus, my younger sister, Emily, would have been 18 in a short few years and I expected she'd leave too. She was now almost 19 and still hadn't followed her siblings out the door.
Emily is a power plant. She generated her own kind of electricity and tension always filled the air between us. Being near her felt like standing on a ledge - like I could fall into some deep hole at any moment. We always stood too close; close enough to feel each other breathe and become trapped in each other's eyes. Some people enjoy being choked. I've never experienced it, but it must feel something like being around her.
People say this is not how brothers and sisters should act or feel. Well, tough shit.
The last time I was home was about eight months ago. One night, Emily had been on the phone with her then-boyfriend. It sounded like a fight, but I couldn't be sure. She never got in a shouting match with anyone; she had far too much self-control. By the time they were done, we'd finished dinner and I was the only one still awake. My parents never stayed up late and our other sister wasn't around.
Emily had grown up a lot in the last few months. She had finished high school, and gotten into a more serious relationship. She still hadn't replaced her preppy wardrobe though. She was wearing a white blouse with a pair of blue-and-white striped shorts. She wouldn't look out of place on a superyacht in that outfit. Even though she wasn't out of the house that day, she always made a point of dressing up.
We could have been twins; we had the same gentle complexion, light brown hair and tall bodies. She was a bit more athletic than me, but I did the least possible to keep in shape. I'd been gifted with a body that didn't need much more than that to look alright.
I was gaming in the lounge when she came to me. "Josh," she mumbled, "can we talk for a second?"
I put down the controller and made space for her on the couch. She sat and angled herself so that her knees were facing my direction. Her hands were trembling on her lap.
"What's wrong Em?"
She was hyperventilating and my blood started to boil as I saw my mirror-image suffering next to me. I expected her to tell me about something awful her boyfriend said or did. "Do you think," she paused to hold back some tears, "do you think I'm a bad person? That I hurt the people around me?"
As she started weeping, I held onto her hand to try comfort her. She once told me that holding my hand felt so natural and safe and I felt the same way. I tried to console her, "Where is this coming from?
Of course not.
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As tears poured out of her eyes, she couldn't speak. I decided to wrap my arms around her, wishing I knew what to do to make her feel better. I couldn't stand seeing someone I loved so much in this kind of pain. After five minutes of crying, she took a deep and shaky breath before wiping her cheeks. My shirt was damp where she'd been resting her head.
Without going back to her questions, she switched her tune. Adopting a forced cheerfulness she declared, "Let's watch a movie..."
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about what's going on first?" I asked.
"It's just something people said. Don't worry about it," she said with unsteady lips. That word, 'people', upset me. Was someone out there spreading stories about her? I never mastered the protective big brother role. My little sister was too independent to accept that sort of relationship.
I didn't want to bring her thoughts back to whatever upset her, but I wanted more information, "Sis, what happened? Is there something I can help with?"
She looked at me for a second before taking a big gulp of air that almost made her choke, "You love me too much to be honest." Of course, that was true.
Up to now, you might think my little sister is fragile or hyper-emotional. Nothing could be further from the truth. As I said, Emily is a power plant - formidable beyond belief and the strongest person I know. Dominant and sometimes even aggressive, but definitely not 'bad'. She dated assholes and they could get to her, but she always bounced back. I figured that must be what happened.
