Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Before you get into the story I would like to tell you two things about myself. First and foremost, I am not a native English speaker so there may be grammatical mistakes littered throughout the story. Second, this is my first ever story. If you don't like it, that is fine. If you want to leave a comment I'd be happy to read it, I would just like it very much if it was a one worded comment like 'boring' or 'bad'.
Also the story is going to start slow.
Thank you for reading. Please enjoy.
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So this is who I am?
I had just recently graduated high school when my older step brother had offered me a job at his car repair shop. At first I was extremely surprised by the offer, as I was by no means a mechanic and I honestly didn't really like cars. This surprise was quickly thwarted as he told me he needed an accountant and I didn't have to look like a "deer caught in the headlights". I really wanted to say no, I had always imagined myself going to university but his pleads for help convinced to take a least a year off.
*Now that you know where the story starts, let me give you a description of myself and my step brother.
Hello, my name is David. I just turned 18 a couple of months ago and I will be the narrator of this story. I'm 5'10, with medium length brown hair (It just barely reaches my shoulders), I have dark green eyes and I'm in decent shape. That is to say I'm kind of skinny. Personality wise I'm considered a loner. I have a hard time making friends This is exemplified by the fact that the only person that showed up to my birthday party other than my family was my brothers friend. And honestly she didn't even how I was.
My brother on the other hand is 28 years, 6'2, with short blonde hair, brown eyes and of course he is in amazing shape. Oh and I almost forgot his name is Sam. He is really outgoing, kind and just overall a really nice guy. I really look up to him.*
Back to the story.
First day at work at 8:00 am
So here I am sitting in an adjusted room to store's garage filing through a crap ton of bills, checks and other such things trying my absolute best to get it sorted out. I don't even have my own office, so I'm sitting at a dining table. Which as you may guess is very distracting. That isn't to say that I'm not working but it is hellish to be interpreted by brother or one of his co-workers ever 20 minutes.
After about an hour of straight work, I decided that it's time to take a break. Just as I'm about to stand up a pair of hands cover my eyes.
"Guess who?" A feminate voice asks. I begin to panic, my hands start to sweat. The only woman I know well enough to do this is my mom and this is 100 percent not her voice.
"Em... mom." I say cringing. I know it's not her but I can't imagine who it could be.