---This story includes sexual scenes of an incestuous nature. All characters participating in said acts are portrayed over the age of eighteen. Please do not read any further if this subject material is offensive to you---
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"Exactly what look are you going for, Beanpole?" Dillon smiled at the image of his sister Alexis as she entered the kitchen. She looked like Medusa in snowflake designed flannel pants and an oversized sweatshirt. Her dark hair going in all directions. She was still trying to clear her vision when she rolled her eyes at him and growled before plopping down on a stool.
"Serial killer. I got about two hours sleep with all the snoring and moving around in my room. I don't know why I have to have all the cousins stuffed into my room."
Dillon leaned across the island counter and handed a cup of coffee to her. "It's the holidays. That means you have to pretend to like your family for awhile. Don't worry, they're only here for three weeks."
"And this is only day one. I'll be a psychopath in three weeks."
Walking around the counter, Dillon wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. "Maybe no one's told you, but ya kind of already are a psycho."
"Thanks." She turned her head to try and look at him when he nuzzled into her neck and sniffed her like he was a dog. Exaggerating the snorts and sneezes in her ear. His arms tightened when she tried to squirm away.
"You need a shower. A really long one. And use soap this time. It helps."
"Anything else? Or is that it?"
"Nah. The rest can wait until you're human again."
Alexis sniffed her armpit. She did stink. Anger, stress, stuck in a house full of relatives. It was already getting to her. She wanted to rip out her own eyelashes. Letting out a lung full of air, she scrunched up her face and saw Dillon smiling at her from the stool next to her.
"Told ya."
"Fine." She shook her head and nudged him with her shoulder. "Not a lot I can I do about it for awhile. The bathroom has been full for the last thirty minutes. I'll just have to ferment in my own stink until I can take a shower at school."
"Go use mine."
"Really?"
"No one's in there. You can't believe how quiet it was last night. All alone. No one else in my room. It was almost too quiet. I had trouble sleeping it was so quiet." He needled her a bit as a smirk appeared over the rim of his coffee cup. He was watching her get angrier and angrier with him.
"I hate you. How do you get your own room?"
"I pay rent. And it's not exactly a room, more like a closet with a toilet. It beats having to listen to Dad snore every night." He ran a soft hand over her back. Letting his fingers curl as they ran along her spine. "Go on and grab some clothes. I'll give you the first shower, but try to leave a little hot water for me. I need to get ready for work."
"Thanks."
Alexis downed her coffee and made her way back through the house. She could hear her Mom and Aunt Jane babbling about dinner plans in the front room. Her cousin Samantha was coming down the stairs with her six-month-old, Kyle, wrapped up in her arms. Despite her mood, Alexis couldn't help but smile at her favorite cousin. She was the oldest of them all at twenty-two. She'd gotten Dillon's old room so she didn't wake everyone up with the baby. Alexis had heard him crying a few times in the night. It was a welcome sound over the snoring and talking of the younger cousins crashed out all over the floor on blowup mattresses. The damn things squeaked everytime one of them moved.
She refused to be quiet as she rummaged through her dresser and closet for some clothes. An evil smile curled her lips as Amber, the thirteen-year-old, whined and burrowed deeper into her sleeping bag. When she got back to the kitchen, Dillon was slow dancing with Kyle held tight to his chest. His lips were pressed lightly against the top of Kyle's head as he hummed a deep-throated lullaby. Kyle was fast asleep.
"You're brother's amazing, Lex." Samantha was sitting on a stool watching the scene before her as she picked at a fresh muffin.
"Sure he is." Alexis answered sarcastically. "You can have him if you want him."
"For keeps? I'll trade you Amber and Kara for him. You don't know how hard it is to find a good man who is this in love with a baby."
"I'm not in love. How can anyone love something that leaks so much? I think he filled his diaper three times in an hour yesterday. Dad can't even crap that much." Dillon smiled at Samantha. "It's just that we Jackson boys have to stick together. There are only two of us. He'll never survive this family if I don't tell him all its secrets."
"All?" Samantha's eyes twinkled.
"Maybe not all. We should wait to tell him I'm his father for awhile. It might just confuse him."
"Ew." Alexis covered her ears. "Please don't tell me you two have done it."
"She wishes. Always wearing sexy outfits whenever I'm around. Aiming those do-me eyes my way. I'm mean, look at her. How can any guy resist her in that outfit? I almost banged her the minute she walked through the door."
Alexis looked at Samantha's worn and baggy sweats and sweatshirt. Her figure was hidden somewhere in there, but no one could tell it. The baby weight was just coming off her. The only thing pronounced were her breasts and that was only because she was still breast-feeding. She looked as worn out and frazzled as Alexis felt. The only real difference between the two was Samantha's dark blonde hair and being two inches shorter. The cousins shared the identical look of exasperation and finished with an eye roll.
"Have you figured out which guy on the football team is the father?" Dillon continued. Falling right back into the routine of teasing his cousin.
"No." Samantha shrugged and tried to look thoughtful. "It was such an amazing night. It could have been any one of them. We both had so many guys that night. I still can't believe how many you were able to take all at once."
"Good times." Dillon sighed, imagining the scene they'd created out of thin air.
"You two are freaks." Alexis shook her head and stole a bite of Samantha's muffin before giving Kyle a light kiss and headed out the back door to the pool house that had been converted to a tiny apartment. The place was self-contained with a mini-fridge, microwave, flatscreen, and an open shower and toilet. There was no privacy whatsoever in the place and not much room once the double bed was in it. She had no idea how he could stand such a small space.
Stripping out of her clothes, she sighed as the warmth of the water surrounded her. She was in heaven. Steam rolled around her as she lathered up. Her hands moved over her small breasts. A twinge of disappointment struck her at inheriting the Jackson family breasts. Her boyfriend Michael had even commented she should get breast implants. He soon found himself an ex-boyfriend. Her nickname was from her too skinny frame. She'd started to find curves her sophomore year. Now an eighteen-year-old senior, she realized the curving was over and there wasn't much too it. She was still in the shower, remembering the way Dillon's arms had wrapped around her when she heard Dillon's voice.
"You done yet? I need to get going."
"Sorry." Alexis cut off the water and grabbed a towel. Peeking out, she didn't see him anywhere. "Where are you?"
"Over here in the corner. I don't need the image of my naked sister in my brain. I'd never sleep again. There's not enough soap in the world to get that image out of there."
She saw him next to the door, facing the wall. He looked like some kid being punished by a teacher. "I'm decent." She wrapped the towel around her body. "You need better soap and some real shampoo."
