This FICTION story contains elements of non-consent, incest, abuse, humiliation and other darker types of kinks. If such things offend you, please do not read. This story is meant for entertainment only for those that can tell fiction from reality.
"My name is Marisol and I am 19 years old," I say to the mirror as I am inside my bedroom. I flash my best smile and do what I would call a pose. I know it's silly, but I was told to practice my intro speech for the competition in front of the mirror. You see, I've entered one of my paintings into a local art fair, and during the competition you have to explain your piece and what it means.
Granted, I wouldn't be giving my speech in a towel as I am doing now. If I did, I would think it would improve my chances as half of the men would enjoy it due to showing skin, while the other half would convince themselves it is me being artistic.
I look at myself in the mirror for a moment. My fair skin is mostly flawless, not accounting for the occasional bump or freckle here and there. My brown hair goes to my shoulders as I recently got a new layered hairstyle. My body would be considered thick these days, or to use the slang term; "thicc." I have a few extra pounds, but it makes me look larger instead of fat, if that makes any sense.
I shrug as I was going to take a shower. It's just I stepped in front of the mirror and thought I would practice really quickly for the presentation tomorrow night. So I turn and head to the door to go to the second floor's bathroom.
In our household, when we take a shower, we undress in our room then wear a towel to the bathroom. That way we can put our worn clothes into the hamper, instead of having to carry it or another set of clothes with us to the bathroom. I know for some it sounds weird, but it's just how we've always done it. And by that, I mean my younger brother and I since my parents have their own bathroom. I normally wear my towel to and from my room, so I don't have to carry anything with me.
I exit out of my room and when I do, I immediately notice something down the hall. My younger 18-year-old brother. He's just stepped out of his room...wearing a towel too. This means he's planned on taking a shower right now as well.
Like in an old western movie, the two of us look at each other as if in a duel. His eyes then dart to the bathroom door, which is halfway between the two of us. Mine do the same as we both have the same thought, "I'm taking my shower first."
My brother is an ok person. We've never been extremely close, but we've never hated each other or anything. We've always been different in all aspects. He liked video games as a kid, while I rather play outside. He liked science in school while I liked art. He cared more for primping his face to make sure his goatee was perfect while I cared more about my entire body. Nothing wrong with either of us, just never ran in the same circles or had the same interests.
In a stalemate, the two of us stand by our door, knowing at any moment the two of us are going to rush to the bathroom in hopes of getting inside first. The first one gets all the hot water, while the second one will either have to wait for a couple of hours for the hot water to build or take a cold shower which sucks.
I almost tell him that we can play rock, paper, scissors or something to see who goes first, as if we both rush to the bathroom the entire house will hear it as we are on the second floor. If the two of us do, there will be a lot of thumping from us running. That's one thing Mom and Day yell about, even at our age is that by doing that, we are bringing down the house.
Like I said, I almost suggest this but before I can, he takes off in a sprint to the bathroom. In reaction, I start to run as well, making sure to clutch the towel that I'm wearing. I'm at an advantage as I've tucked the end of my towel into the towel so it has a better hold below my arms, making me able to run faster. He is having to hold his towel up, which is around his waist, so the momentary advantage he has is gone since he can't move as fast as I can.
We meet at the same time, right in front of the bathroom door. As any brother and sister would do, the two of us try to push the other out of the way to get inside. He is very much larger than I am, but I hold onto the door frame to make it impossible for him to use his strength or body weight to push me aside.
With one hand clutched on the door frame, I use my free arm to push him out of the way. When that doesn't work, I use my hip. While I do this, he does the same and we are in a tug of war as neither can get the other out of the way. I'm sure the scene would be standard for any movie or TV show that features a brother and sister.
I will say, neither of us get nasty as that's not how we are. I mean, I could easily slam on his foot, or hit him in the crotch, but that would be mean. Just like he could grab my hair and yank me to the ground. This is more of horseplay, playful fighting...but I do want to take a shower first. I hate having to take a shower after him.
Then his hand pushes right below my arm on my rib cage. When he does, I feel my towel get pulled. At once I let go of my grip on the door to try and grab my towel before it falls off. But he wasn't expecting this, so the push he was giving me takes hold and I'm pushed hard. It's clear I'm falling as I trip on my own foot from the push.
In reaction, my hand reaches out to try and grab hold of anything to prevent my fall. I grab hold of his forearm but instead of giving me support to prevent me from falling, he is pulled down. I doubt he was expecting me to grab him, as he is pulled with my body weight, which is why he's knocked off balance as well.
I fall. But as I fall I manage to turn myself in hopes of bracing myself with my hands/arms. The only issue is...my towel. In the few seconds it takes to fall, I feel my towel fall off
