Spilling Out: A Brother/Sister Incest Story - Nixie Fairfax - ebook

Joelle, a brilliant biochemist, has always secretly desired her brother Marco. She even considers dosing his drink with her newly invented aphrodisiac, but refrains, fearing his reaction once it wears off. She’s shocked when he doses her drink instead. He unknowingly used a placebo, but she lets him think it’s the real thing and seizes the opportunity to finally find bliss in her brother’s arms.

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Spilling Out

A Brother/Sister Incest Story

By Nixie Fairfax

Copyright 2018 by Nixie Fairfax

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adults only. All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

“So this is where the magic happens, huh?” Marco said as he looked around the spacious room whose many tables and counters were crowded with chemistry equipment. “I was wondering if I’d ever be invited over to see your latest lab. Or you.” He looked at his sister Joelle. “Nobody’s heard from you in months. What’s up?”

“Sorry. I’ve been busy with a project. I still am, actually. I’ve been having some trouble with it. I figured I needed to just step back, take a break, spend some time with a, you know, a friendly face.”

“Good thinking.” He nodded as he bent down to peer at a beaker full of a thick, bubble-filled green fluid. He sniffed it, then wrinkled his nose and straightened up. “Even award-winning biochemists need to come up for air sometimes. Get some sun. Socialize. Eat.”

She tutted. “I have a minifridge in here. And a coffee maker.” She gestured at the Mr. Coffee, which sat on the counter along the far wall between a centrifuge and a large stainless-steel industrial sink. “In fact, I could use some right now. You want some?”

“No, thanks.”

She went over and poured herself a cup, then sipped it while she watched Marco prowl around the lab examining one thing after another. In truth, she didn’t really want the coffee, but she needed something to do to keep busy, to try to quell her nerves and take her mind off the butterflies fluttering up a storm in her belly. She always felt this way around Marco, though over the years she had learned to hide it well.