Author's Note: This is what happens when I try to write short fiction, if you're curious. 10,000 words. I could probably have made it shorter, perhaps split it into chunks, but the tale would have seemed, to me, to be incomplete.
There may be more Snapshot stories if this one is well-received. I've a few ideas for scenarios and tales that might suit the format so if I get positive feedback I may write a few extras. If not, no loss.
I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if you did.
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Oh, here's a good shot of us.
There's a bit of a story attached to this one, too. You'll like this one. Actually, this is what made me get into Instagram in the first place.
That's me on the left, my little sister on the right and our big brother in between. He jokes every so often about how the two of us fight so he's spent more time in the middle than I have, just trying to keep us apart. That was true when we were kids but as you can see from that photo we're not kids any more.
Hmm? Oh, it's only a few years old. I know, I look a lot younger. I blame the lighting. And the stupid haircut.
My sister made me get that haircut just for the night. My hair's that sandy blonde naturally but I prefer it long enough to tie back comfortably. My friends say it's girly' but it's not like I give a shit. Male pattern baldness runs in my family so I'm damned if I'm not going to enjoy my hair while I've got it!
I know, right? Stupid costumes. That's Hallowe'en for you, though.
We don't celebrate it much over here in Australia. At least, not like you Americans. A few neighbourhoods try the trick-or-treating thing but it's usually a bit of a bust. Even fewer decorate their houses, possibly to discourage the trick-or-treaters.
Aussies are nothing if not eager for an excuse to get badly pissed, though.
Over here if there's celebrations among the adults then it's a theme night at a club or a piss-up at a mate's place. That night was... kind of both.
Sure, flick through the other pics if you like. Sit back and I'll tell you about this story while you do.
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My sister talked me into it, like she does with everything.
It was just the two of us at first. We've all grown up - well, okay. That's not true. We're all legal adults but I suppose that's not the same thing. Harry, our elder brother, he's all grown up in every way you can think of - stable job, respectable reputation, wife, kids, own home - and yes, it even has its own white picket fence. Harry's got a sour kind of sense of humour and I'm willing to bet my left nut that his wife didn't get the joke.
Carrie and me, though... Carrie's still at university, doing her sixth year or something, studying palaeontology (of all things). Me, I've got a couple of part time jobs I do that add roughly up to a full-time one and I live in a shit hole in the suburbs. No, okay, that's not true either. I
used
to live in a suburban rat's nest. Now Carrie and I share a house that's much nicer than anything we used to have separately - but when this photo was taken, yeah. Shit hole. She was in a tiny loft apartment that was literally two rooms - a bath and toilet in one, everything else in the other one.
Meanwhile Harry lived in a four bedroom fucking townhouse. Interstate, too, actually. He moved out of Victoria years before that photo.
No, he never moved back. But he visits sometimes. We don't visit him. He doesn't like us to.
Like I was saying, though, my sister talked me into it.
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"Mark, shit, it'll be fun!"
"Ehh." That was the best response I could give. It didn't seem like much, even to me, so I said it again. "Ehh."
"Ehh," she threw back, mocking me. "Look, you just need to let me cut your hair -"
"I don't fucking think so," I retorted, but I already knew from past experience that I was going to give in. Carrie knew it, too. It was a game, this back-and-forth, one that we played out for the sheer hell of it. She liked convincing me and I didn't mind being convinced.
"Please? For me?" Carrie looked up at me, her lovely eyes wide and dark. Her voice carried that tone that seemed to both plead and pout at the same time. Sure enough, her bottom lip was just starting to curl in a petulant manner that we both knew was utterly affected.
I sighed at her. Carrie isn't a manipulative bitch - at least, she's not very good at it - but I knew that part of her wanted to be. To be that kind of woman who got what she wanted by tugging at heart strings and toying with affections. In truth, I never really could say no to her, mainly because of how I was brought up. Everyone babied Carrie growing up. Now that our Dad was gone, Harry interstate and Mum in a new relationship of her own, it was really only me who bothered to keep up that 'tradition.'
Carrie kept watching me, one of her hands keeping a lazy, teasing beat on my cock and the other toying with her pussy between her legs as she knelt in front of me. Every now and then she leaned forward to lick the head of my dick or suck on it a little but her eyes never left my face, barely even blinked.
Okay, yeah, the scene probably needs a bit of context.
See, my sister and I had been fucking on and off for most of the year. She was twenty-four at the time, I was twenty-six and Harry twenty-nine. That was, what, two years ago? Nearly three? About that. It's a long story as to how we got to that point but let's say that bathing suits, angst and a lot of alcohol were involved. Once the dams had burst, though, there was no stopping us. None of our family knew and frankly they had no reason to suspect; Carrie and I had always been close. Hell, we even fooled around once in high school because she wanted to see a dick and I'd never seen a pussy. You know, in real life. We'd both seen porn. That would probably have devolved pretty quickly, now that I think about it, if Dad hadn't almost caught us.
Anyway, in our twenties we took the plunge and became lovers. My sister's a bit of a raging slut but I only have one lover - her - mainly because I'm not good with social stuff at the best of times. I know, I know, but it's different over the internet. You know how it is.
That's the really rough backstory, anyway. If you like this one enough I might even tell you how we got started in the first place but for now, she's sucking my cock. Let's get back to that.
My sister is a hell of a pretty woman. She got our Mum's dark hair and fine skin, the faintest smattering of freckles which make her look so damn cute it should be illegal, a heart-shaped face and a willowy frame that apparently came from Dad's side. Her tits are a glorious handful but no more than that and her butt is tight and small. She's short, too - another thing she got from our mother, though Mum was a much bustier lady than Carrie is.
