Hi! I took a long hiatus and am finally back. I recently got back into the swing of writing and this is the story that I've decided to publish now. This is my second story series here, An Unlikely Holiday Pairing being the first. So I hope you all enjoy this one too. This is the first part of a multi-part story that focuses on a raunchy taboo past between an older sister and her younger brother. Like my previous story, this part mostly focuses on laying out the groundwork of the overall story and plot, but there is some action. I kept that previous constructive criticism that someone passed along on my last story (thank you for the feedback). Please let me know what you think in the comments! Your feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy holidays!
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CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains themes of incest, blackmail, and dubious consent (dub-con). The latter may be interpreted by some readers to be non-consent/non-consensual (non-con). That is not the intention, but is solely used as a plot device to further the narrative. If these themes are offensive or unsettling to you in any manner, then please do not read the story. Thank you!
The winds of change have blown. Uprooting and getting a new life, becoming a new wife, and settling into middle-class suburbia with the white picket fence came as a fortuitous sequence of events for one young 28-year-old woman. Despite that, one more change finds its way into her life, and it comes from the past. She finds out the hard way that outrunning her past proves to be an impossible task when someone is there to hold her accountable, especially when that someone is her persistent 22-year-old younger brother. The bond between siblings is strong, but maybe there is such a thing as too strong!
The autumn weather brought the crisp and breezy morning air that Nicole loved about the winter and the warmth and sunlight that she cherished in the summer. The move out from the frozen tundra that encapsulated her previous life and into her new cozy suburbia far from home relied on moments like these to propel her forward without any regrets. She stood barefoot on the little rectangular rug in front of her coffee machine, all 126 pounds of her 5'6" frame hardly making an impression in the lightly cushioned platform. Her body soaked up the rays of light that pierced through the kitchen window over the sink. The morning glow radiated through the glass and cast a golden hue upon the brunette's head and hair that flowed just past her shoulders while casting a lighter shade upon her hazel eyes.
She hummed along to the spurting noises of the coffee machine while unloading the dishwasher, finding the mundane task as necessary as brushing her teeth. The sudden beeps signaling the readied pot reeled her back into reality. The infectious aroma filled her nostrils and invigorated her, preparing her for a day of adventure and action while she had the house to herself.
"Still need to buy Tom and Dana a gift," Nicole murmured while pouring her cup. "They can't really have too many diapers, right? Babies do poop a lot..."
The woman pondered further before the incessant beeps from behind her clawed for her attention. She turned on her heel and let out a sigh, glancing up at her kitchen clock before shaking her head. "It's barely 8 AM... what does he want now?"
Her footsteps brought her to the breakfast table where she had set up her work laptop as an impromptu work desk area. The glare of the screen reflected off of her glasses as she bent down and stuck her face right into its warm illuminating light. She fiddled with her glasses, adjusting the stylish and slightly oversized frames that fit her face perfectly and gave her that cute girl next door look. Coupled with that button nose, high cheek bones, and her typical high ponytail, she possessed a very approachable and easy-going aura that made it impossible to resist her personality.
"Okay, okay... Peter did what?" she grinned and pulled the chair up underneath her, planting her tush down while beginning to click away at the keyboard effortlessly.
After a few more exchanges, she sighed and started to finally get started on her day.
Nicole gawked at the screen and sat back in defeat, clutching her coffee cup while scrolling haphazardly with a lazy finger. The litany of tasks and assignments that were awaiting her caused her head to roll back slightly. "Another long day, great..."
She balanced her time as well as she could, finding the distractions of being at home to be as detrimental as the side conversations and gossip that she experienced in previous jobs.
"I should've gotten a cat," she said, her voice lending itself to reflect that it was not the first time that she had said it. Her eyes trailed down to her hand, her wedding ring reflecting a few rays of the sunlight. "Husband or cat... ugh, I wish he wasn't allergic. I bet it was one of those dogs at the shelter that made him sneeze so much..."
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"Oh, that's a good stretch," Nicole exhaled, standing up from her mat on the floor of her living room. She wiggled her toes and stretched her arms while completing her mid-afternoon stretches to break up the monotony of constant sitting.
She walked back to her laptop and put her hands on her hips, glancing down at the few leftover pieces of lettuce and spinach in her bowl covered in residual salad dressing. "Yeah, definitely done with that."
The sudden loud knocking caused her to furrow her brow and look around out past the kitchen and into the living room again.
"Not the TV... just turned it off," she reasoned before making her way cautiously to her front door. "Not expecting anyone... oh, I bet it's another one of those kids raising money for baseball equipment again."
Seeing the outline of a slim male through the frosted glass panes of her door, she stopped and checked her phone. The figure had his face obscured just enough that the entryway camera could not positively make out the male's facial features, but it did confirm her suspicions. She approached and opened it with the expectation of turning away the young man due to a lack of cash on hand.
Nicole glanced down at herself, checking her appearance to prevent displaying herself inappropriately for a young man. Her navy sweater clung to her limber body and her dark gray shorts hugged her feminine curves, a strong indicator that her husband did well for himself in landing her. As she swung the door open, a gust of wind swept past her visitor, rustling the leaves that had accumulated in the entryway.
"Tyler," Nicole's breath quickened as she spoke his name while nearly stumbling over it. "W-What are-"
The fresh-faced young man stood upright with a smile glued to his face as he looked down upon his older sister's stunned appearance. Built slim with a hint of muscle tone, the 6'1" former third-string high school basketball player wore a different face than what the woman had remembered of him. He appeared well, his confident smile accentuated by the slimming black long sleeve and jeans.
The slack-jawed woman stood, stupefied at the sight of this ghost from her past suddenly showing up on her doorstep. "How...? What...?"
Tyler chuckled, reaching up to gently stroke the light stubble of his beard before reaching around behind him to bring into view a small gift-wrapped box that fit in the palm of his hand. The slightly tousled brown hair of his head swayed with his movements as he turned the little white box with the creamy blue bow toward her and extended it.
