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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and consensual incest. It is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are over 18-years-old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
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It would be nice if they made handbooks for situations like this. I imagined cracking open a copy of "So You Stuck Your Penis In Your Sister's Butt & Other Wacky Incest Games." Though I don't suppose that's the kind of book you bring with you on the train...
Standing in the checkout line at the grocery store I scanned a dozen magazines telling women how to snag a good man: "Fulfill his fantasies," "100 Ways to Make Him Moan," "Unlocking Your Inner Slut," and other bullshit like that. There were Men's Magazines too but there wasn't much on wooing women, just pictures of vacant-eyed models in bikinis. As useless as those magazines were they helped me realize I was in uncharted waters. I knew how to behave with a lover, I knew how to behave with my sister, but I had no idea how to behave with the girl who straddled that Venn diagram.
And the thought of my sister straddling anything was a recipe for disaster.
I lost sleep over it. Stupidly. I stared at my ceiling and felt the steady roll of minutes creep into the morning. Why couldn't I just relax? I wasn't unfamiliar with the one night stand. After Dee and I broke up I made the poor choice of hooking up with her friend a few weeks later. I know it's a lousy thing to do but it wasn't intentional. It was random chance that brought us together in that dingy bar. We were both nursing broken hearts and looking for someone disposable to take our minds off our problems. It was a little awkward at first but we had a good time, and in the morning we knew there was potential for something deeper than a fling. But she was on the rebound, I was on the rebound, and a relationship wasn't worth the drama in our circle of friends. I was able to let that go easily enough.
Why not Kelly? She made me hard just by walking past my doorway! I'd smell her shampoo and think about burying my nose in her hair, her skin, her ass... Why couldn't I treat our anal lesson like the educational exercise it was supposed to be?
Because that was ridiculous. She was my sister and probably my best friend--and we lived together. If she was some girl I met at a bar I could just avoid the bar. If she was a co-worker or a neighbor I'd move or figure out a way to cope. That's what people do when they make mistakes, they cope. Unless they don't want to cope. Unless they want to keep playing the game.
Kelly was definitely still playing.
It started at the kitchen table. Mom was talking to Kelly about a client she either hated or was in love with and I was almost late for a gig. I'd promised my high school alumni board that I'd paint a new mural in the auditorium. It wasn't great money but the exposure was nice. Of course I overslept (my perpetual lateness was the family's great shame). I gave Kelly a careful nod as I pulled the orange juice from the fridge and she gave me a nod in return. Then, just as mom turned her back, she gave another nod to my crotch.
Her twisted little smile was adorable--but it didn't stop me from hissing at her. "Simon!" my mother yelped. "You scared me!"
"Sorry," I said. "Kelly just--"
Kelly's dark blonde eyebrows rose to mischievous attention as I stammered to explain. "She what?" my mother said. "I was talking, Simon. You're being rude."
"Yeah," I grunted. "My bad."
Kelly stuck her tongue out at me as I filled my mug with pulp and citrus. "I'm gonna get you," I mouthed at her.
She pursed her lips and wiggled her eyebrows. She wiggled her behind, too.
It was fine, I told myself later in the car. She was just trying to have some fun, keep things casual and not weird. Teasing I could deal with. We teased each other all the time. The problem was, there used to be a line. I didn't know it that morning, or even that week, but the line was being redrawn.
For example, as brother and sister we tried to avoid seeing each other naked. After our anal lesson, Kelly let that rule slide.
I discovered this one bright Saturday morning while Kelly was dyeing her hair. She asked me something from the bathroom while I was strolling merrily down the hall and, since the door was only halfway closed, I pushed it open to carry on the conversation. I was greeted by the sight of my naked sister grinning like a maniac.
I suppose she wasn't completely naked since she was wearing latex gloves and a hand towel wrapped around her shoulders, but they did nothing to cover up her pale breasts, her perky nipples, or the trimmed triangle of pubic hair she'd shaved above her vagina. These are generally things you hide from your family members.
I didn't freak out. That was obviously what she wanted. Instead, I planted my fists on my hips and gazed levelly into her sky blue eyes. "Kelly..." I started.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing and continued to rub Vaseline into her hairline. "I was just asking if you wanted to get pizza later," she said.
"Kelly..." I repeated.
"Oh, you're so mad," she whispered into the mirror.
"I'm not mad," I said. "I just think this is a little weird."
She rolled her eyes. "I was playing with the Vaseline and I thought of you. Take it as a compliment."
"You know mom's downstairs," I said.
"So?" she said. "We're not doing anything wrong."
"So are you teasing me or is this normal for us now?"
She didn't look directly at me, she just pursued her task, diligently applying the Vaseline to her ears and neck. "I'm not sure," she said. "If it really bothers you I won't do it again." She wiggled her naked bottom. "Does it bother you?"