Author's Note
Firstly, this story will contain graphic scenes of incest. If this offends, don't read it. Enough said on that.
This is my first fictional story so please be kind.
I have to say that I don't like 'wham bam' sex stories much at all. I like there to be some character development and build-up before the actual deed is done, so don't expect full on sexual developments early on in the piece.
Please vote and feel free to email me and let me know what you think.
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Sebastian awoke early on the most anticipated day of his life so far, despite having gone to bed late the night before. He stretched in bed, yawning loudly and wriggling his toes under the sheets. It was a great day to be alive! Warm sunlight streamed through his bedroom windows in a golden fan, the shadows of early summer foliage outside his window dancing on the wall beside his bed. It promised perfect weather for the day ahead. Sebastian smiled happily, feeling the excitement build inside him. Glancing at his bedside clock he saw that it was only 7.03am but he couldn't lie in bed any longer, not today.
Feeling energised, he scrambled out of bed and stretched again, fingertips a mere foot from the ceiling overhead. He was a tall young man, not yet 18, although he wasn't far off it now. In fact, his birthday was tomorrow, but today was much more exciting than a mere eighteenth birthday. Sebastian took a single step towards his bedroom door, a broad smile on his face in anticipation of the day ahead and promptly tripped headlong over his school shoes which had been kicked off the day before and left lying right next to his bed. With a thud he hit the polished floor boards, completely missing the minimal padding of the large rug, and landed solidly on his right elbow.
"Owww shit!" Sebastian yelled, rolling onto his back and grabbing at his suddenly numb arm. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and drummed his heels on the floor, waiting for the tingling pain to subside. The door opened and Sebastian's mum stuck her head into the room.
"Are you ok Seb?" Tracy asked, concern creasing her forehead at the sight of her pride and joy lying prostrate on the floor.
"Yepssss..." Sebastian hissed through gritted teeth. His eyes opened as the pain began to subside and he looked up at his mother who appeared to be standing on the roof from his upside-down perspective. "I'm ok, just a bit clumsy."
His mother grinned down at him, "Well, do you want me to make some breakfast for you? It is a pretty special day after all."
"Sure, that would be great Mum! What have we got? Bacon and eggs?" Sebastian climbed slowly to his feet and dusted himself off. His arm still hurt, but he thought it was only bruised thankfully.
"Nope." His mother answered, "But I can make some pancakes. We don't have any bacon."
"Ok, sounds great."
Sebastian smiled as she walked away down the hall, his good mood returning. He bent to grab his towel from the floor and wandered down the hallway to the bathroom he shared with his sister.
It was an old house, restored lovingly by his father who had completed the restoration only weeks before being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. That was five years ago now, but Sebastian still remembered his father fondly and the pain of his death still reared its head on rare occasions. Sebastian remembered coming home from school every day to find a new timber floor had been laid perfectly where none had been two days before, or an internal wall had been completely removed with the frame of a new wall standing two metres away from where the old one had been. He had often helped his father on weekends and after school, carrying floor boards, nailing new timber wall frames together and passing his father tiles as he painstakingly laid an intricate pattern on the bathroom floor. Sebastian felt incredibly lucky that he had managed to spend so much quality time with his father during his last year alive.
Entering the large bathroom, he admired the white and burgundy tiling on the floor as he always did, then locked the door and stripped off his t-shirt and tracksuit pants. He showered quickly, the water hot enough to steam up the large room in minutes, and rushed back to his bedroom wrapped in his towel.
After dressing, he ran downstairs and positively bounced into the large, open-plan kitchen.
"Good morning!" he bellowed at his twin sister Sasha. She cringed at the noise and huddled over her pancakes, wincing at the volume of his voice.
"Yeah, 'morning." Sasha muttered.
"Perky as ever on this fine morning?" Sebastian laughed, dropping into a chair at the kitchen table.
"Thanks Mum." He added as his mother placed a short stack of pancakes before him.
"Leave your sister alone Seb and let her wake up." Tracy admonished gently, smiling at her kids. "Is Nicky up?"
"Not likely." Sebastian answered, pouring a generous layer of maple syrup over his breakfast.
Nicky was Sebastian and Sasha's older sister. She always slept late though, rarely emerging from her bedroom until the last minute before she had to leave for her classes. Nicky was studying Art at Melbourne University and was considered something of an artistic genius. She had already been given her own exhibition at a well known gallery in Southbank and was apparently the bright new hope of the university's art college.
Sebastian eyed Sasha who was still huddled over her plate and looking half asleep. "Excited Sash?" he asked.
"Soon." She murmured.
Sebastian laughed and reached across the table to flick her arm. "Geez, wakey wakey already."