Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Plot teaser: Jake shot Steven a look as Ryan left the room, and he leaned over to talk to him, too quietly for Ryan to overhear. "Serious, man... without knowing it was her, he'd so tap that," he speculated, cockily.
*The following is a description of characters. I tried to edit in the descriptions to the story, but if you'd like to read them anyway, here they are. Otherwise, feel free to skip the note and continue to the story.
Meet Ryan Formatto, age 20. He's just completed his freshman year of college and is coming home for the summer. His school is in a warmer climate, so he's tanned a bit earlier than anyone else. His skin of southern Italian descent starts off a little more olive colored than most, but it's been enhanced already by the California sun. Back home, the people are just starting to shed their winter and spring skins for a nice coat of summer. He has dark hair that borders between wavy and curly and his eyes are a light coffee color, hazel in certain lights. He's a relatively light hearted person, though he's quick to become emotional when defending those he loves or is close to. He is of average height and build, but has shed few pounds on his meager college diet.
Hayley Formatto - similar skin, though paler (naturally) with very dark naturally wavy hair that falls to mid-back. Eyes are green, taking after their father. Just under two years younger than her brother (18), she's entering her senior year of high school after this summer. She's been relatively sheltered as the only daughter and youngest child of the family. She's dated and had sex, but it was vanilla and done more for the sake of doing it than because of some strong passion. She's well-liked, but regarded at school as quiet and well-behaved (nothing exciting). She tends to fade into the background, despite her stunning facial structure and excellent figure (a relatively new development in the last year or so). At home, though, she's louder and more spontaneous. She has a friendly rivalry with her brother, but they tend to laugh about it, especially since he moved away. She's petite, but her figure is well-proportioned to her height, making a smooth hourglass with barely a pooch above her bikini bottoms.
Steven (a tall, leanly muscled - blonde hair and blue eyes) and Jake (shorter and a little rounder, but more stocky than anything else; broad shouldered with brown hair and eyes).*
Ryan and Hayley
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It was a relatively quiet Sunday around the Formatto household. The parents of the family were taking their yearly long weekend off for Memorial Day and would be gone until late Monday night. At about 11:30, Ryan awoke half-hungover from a night of fun with his friends, Steven and Jake. The three were close as could be in high school, but lost touch a bit during that first year away. Friday and Saturday night had been about catching up socially; today they would catch up more personally, with a baseball watching session at Ryan's house.
Ryan moseyed slowly down to the kitchen, yawning on the way, stretching a bit, his long, tan, olive-toned arms nearly brushing the ceiling. The cold kitchen tiles sent a bit of a shiver up his toes, through his sole, to his heel, up his calf, to his hip, and finally up through his chest and head. He shook in place for a second, scratching a hand through his mess of black bed head, then tried to adjust his "morning wood" so it was out of view of his sister, in case she was around. He kind of hoped she was, because he hadn't much of a chance to catch up with her, either.
"Morning," Hayley called over her shoulder into the kitchen. She was sitting - or rather lounging - on the couch in the family room, watching reruns of America's Next Top Model, clad in a cami, pj shorts, and her favorite bunny slippers, the same black hair as her brother tumbling down her back. She didn't look into the kitchen, but turned her head slightly to speak to Ryan. "You were out late last night," The smugness was evident in her tone, though it was more playful than anything, "How's the hangover?"
"Oh, it's just wonderful!" Ryan replied with all the sarcastic cheer he could muster. "It's fun for the whole family," he added, the pep stopping after the "for", deflating the statement. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sat down with Hayley on the couch, shifting her legs out of the way to sit and then replacing them on his lap. "Still got those slippers, huh?" He looked to the silly-looking slippers with the fangs sticking out of the dulling red mouths, "I didn't think they'd survive my first year!"
Hayley gave him an incredulous look, "Are you kidding? The great killer bunny slippers? Never gonna let these go." To emphasize, she kicked her feet around a bit, jostling him, but not enough to spill his drink. "What about Steven and Jake? Not dead from alcohol poisoning, I hope." Now she was just making conversation - attempting to politely kill time until she went out to a matinee movie with her friends.
"Hey, watch the OJ!" he warned, playfully smacking her ankles, his coffee-colored eyes dancing, "If you get out of line with these things, I'll just tie 'em up!" he added, chuckling. He rolled his eyes at the mention of his friends. "Yeah, they're alive. Barely. They're coming over to watch the game at twelve, so they should be here soon. What are you up to today?"
Hayley glanced at the clock, and stretched slightly, her petite frame making none of the threats her brother's arms made to the ceiling, tucking her cami up under her breasts in place of a bra as she stood up. "Actually, I'm catching a movie at 12:30, so I have to go take a shower." She turned to go to the staircase and paused, turning back, her green eyes narrowed though she still smiled, "You left me some hot water, right?" She accused, jokingly.
Ryan held his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and squinted at the space between them. "About that much, Hayl," he informed her before she climbed the stairs. Just a few minutes later, once the water was on, Steven and Jake arrived in just as good (or bad) a condition as Ryan. They groaned hellos and sat down, Steven - tall, with lean swimmer's muscle and typical all-American blonde hair and blue eyes - sitting next to Ryan on the couch, and Jake - thicker, more solidly built with broad shoulders and dark hair and eyes - sprawled over the arms and cushion of the love seat next to it. They shot the shit for a few minutes, discussing nothing of major import.
"How's the family?" Steven asked out of obligation, not interest.
"Fine as always, I guess," Ryan shrugged, indifferent.
"What about Hayley? She around?" Jake chimed in, politely.
"Yeah, she's upstairs in the shower, then she's heading out so we'll have the house to ourselves for the whole game."
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Hayley rushed through her shower, and as soon as she was out was blow drying her hair back into its usual loose waves. She put on her regular makeup - she didn't used to wear any, but lately she found a little dark eyeliner, gold shadow, and mascara could go a long way - and, wrapped in a towel, hopped over to her room to change. She was excited to go out with her friends - they'd just gone shopping for summer clothes, and they were going to show them off by hanging around the square after the movie.
She slipped on the black demicup she'd just purchased, admiring the way it enhanced her pleasantly sizable cleavage, and then let the soft fabric of the loose bronze tank slide over her. She'd taken to the common summer trend of other girls at her school: treating their bras as bikinis that could show a bit under a loose top. She wriggled to fit into her minishorts, nearly hidden under her tank while she stood. Finally she slipped on her gold gladiators and grabbed her old leather satchel, glancing at herself in the mirror. She smiled, feeling a swell of success: she managed to look like a California model - a little bohemian, a little vintage, and with a relaxed sex appeal that was growing on her. Slipping her aqua raybans over her eyes, she nearly skipped downstairs, popping into the living room briefly. "I'm going out," she informed Ryan, pausing to endure the inevitable interrogation.
The game had started promptly when Hayley entered the living room and spoke, so Ryan did the one thing she hated most: he held his hand up, asking her to wait, pretending he was ignoring the last thing she said until the pitch was delivered. Not breaking his gaze on the game, he asked her the particulars - where was she going, with whom, when would she be back, etc. He took notice of her clothes, realizing her style had matured a bit since he'd been gone. "You look nice," he said, plainly but sincerely.
"Yeah, definitely," Steve added.
Jake nodded in agreement. "Our little girl is all grown up."
