This series features taboo topics like incest between siblings and bisexual inclinations. I'm not offended if you don't want to read it, so don't be offended if you do. I hope you enjoy.
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"Hey." I snapped from my dreams lightly at the voice. "Hey. Tanner."
My eyes turned into crescent shaped slits at the voice interrupting my sleep.
"Hmph." I mumbled wearily, barely cognizant of where and when I was.
"Mom says it's time to get up, she's made us breakfast."
"Okay, thanks JJ."
I knew better than to let my eyes drift shut again. I'd been sleeping so well since I got home for the holidays that waking up was hard. So was I, though. I waited for my door to close then swept my covers aside, willing myself to redirect blood flow so I could head downstairs. Busying myself with making my bed and sorting my laundry did the trick. I slid on a set of sweat pants, slippers and a warm pullover before descending from the loft I shared with my step sister JJ. These two flights felt steeper than usual this morning, but the rumbling in my stomach pushed me ever forward.
JJ called her mom and I did too, but she was technically my step mom, Aalia. JJ and her brother Rashid had moved in with my dad and I almost nine years ago now. While we weren't related by blood there was a sibling bond that had evolved over the years to be arguably as strong as a blood relative. Being so close in age didn't hurt either; now I was 21, Rashid was 20 but only 6 months younger than I was and JJ was 19. When they'd started living with us the age difference of two years was negligible, the older we got the less relevant it seemed.
I smiled at Aalia's morning cheer, my zombie-like saunter into the large newly renovated kitchen seemed to amuse her. I hadn't realized it until I was about 16 or so, but she was a stunning woman. Her Indian heritage gave her skin a delectable brown. Soft skin, perfect complexion and a tall thin frame. Her hair was long, I mean really long. Black as black could be and descended to her waist when let loose. It was mostly tied back and scrunched in a few places to make it manageable.
JJ and Rashid held the same frame as their mother, but Rashid had his dad's features. More masculine and rigid, sharper facial lines but still slightly feminine from the tone and quality of his skin. JJ's hair was also black and long, but she kept it in a ponytail most of the time. Subconsciously, I'd always thought my new siblings were objectively attractive people, but it was a thought I'd swept into a dark crevice of my brain after an unhealthy month of thinking about JJ a little too much. She was currently engrossed in one of her books while she ate. Aalia and I engaged in general chit chat about my school work. I'd been home for two days but now it was Saturday and she was home from work. The previous two nights were spent with friends, so this was our first real opportunity to connect.
"Overall it's great. I'm happy I switched into Chiropractics, it seems to be a better long term choice. I'm glad I became a massage therapist briefly, it really helps me understand the nuances of these courses."
"That's fantastic, Tanner. I know you'd felt like you'd wasted time doing the RMT process at first, but it's funny how everything builds in our lives to help us in different careers or hobbies." Aalia was such a positive person, it was infectious and I appreciated her views on most of life.
"Yeah it is weird how it worked out." I glanced at JJ. "What about your courses?"
She looked over the lip of her book at me and set it down with the pages open to her current chapter. Obviously intending on returning to it in the immediate future. "It's been a weird change from high school courses. Almost no direction and it's hard to figure out what the TAs and profs want."
"Frick, right? Each of them is so different. One of my TAs docked me marks because of my apostrophe use. It wasn't an English course!" I emphasized my frustration with a hand gesture.
"Ugh." She agreed with a grunt. "One of mine told me I had to format my essays in a certain way so they were easier to read one after the other. 'OK, yeah sure. I'll change what I do just for you.'."
We giggled at the inane level of control some TAs seemed to want to exercise and spiraled off into a conversation about her friends. She was living at home in Markham commuting to U of T most days. Staying with friends downtown on the odd busy day to save some time. Also, I assumed to see her boyfriend Brent. Aalia and my dad weren't stupid and JJ was 19, but I think she felt lying was easier than the conversation she may have to have with either or both of them.
Aalia was cleaning up, so I helped her tidy and do the dishes. I enjoyed the ritual now that I lived on my own in Ottawa, a clean apartment and kitchen improved all parts of my day and mood.
"Is Rashid coming home this week too?" I asked Aalia idly while we worked.
"I expect him tomorrow night, but you know him. He'll get here when he gets here."
He was a bit of a free spirit. Despite living in the city, about 45 minutes away he rarely came home, let alone when he said he would. Life for Rashid seemed to be free of worry and being incredibly intelligent, he seemed to sail through his business courses. He'd skipped a year in elementary school so he was already in his third year. This may have been part of my self conscious feelings about my time becoming an RMT and then going back to school for something else. Comparison is a terrible thing.
JJ excused herself after thanking her mom for breakfast. I did the same and we both headed to the top level and into our respective rooms. I closed my door and decided to handle my morning arousal now. I could probably have learned ten other languages using the time I spent spilling my seed but I'd always had a huge sex drive and felt very uncomfortable after going a day or two without letting it loose. I lay back on my bed and was just about to pull my sweats down when there was a knock at my door. Luckily I hadn't really gotten hard yet. I sprang to my feet and opened the door probably twenty seconds later than I should have.
"Yo, what's up JJ?" I asked her, standing on the verge and leaning against the frame.
She looked behind me at my room. "Why are you always so tidy?" Her tease was half compliment and half a jab at being weird.
I shrugged. "I like being clean."
She pushed past me and toured my room. The roof slope only affected a small part of half of my room. The house was old and had a very steep roof. We each had a crawl space at the base of our roof/wall connection that ran over the eaves and lower level. They were finished and I mostly stored books, instruments and other inappropriate paraphernalia.
"So what's up?" I asked her as she sifted through the books on my desk. They were all anatomy and biology texts for the most part.
Her hands held my text on muscle and connective tissues when she turned to face me. "There's a party tonight at Tara's place, I figured you might want to come."
JJ knew I had a bit of a crush on Tara in the summer. She caught me flirting with her heavily in the pool at Tara's parent's place while we were a little tipsy.
"Oh. Wow. Thanks for thinking of me." I smirked at her knowingly.
"She's single again." JJ smirked back.
I gulped louder than I would have liked. "Y-ya?"
JJ nodded. "She also asked if I would invite you tonight, but told me not to tell you that."
