Lana Storm 2021
All characters in this work are 18 or older.
So there I was, kneeling between the legs of my little sister and so help me I was ready to fuck her. More than ready; eager. She was all I could see. All I could smell. The thought had been solidified and my body had just begun to follow suit when the inconceivable happened: our mother caught us undeniably in the act.
Now, I sat uncomfortably in the family room, on display for my crimes. I was on one end of a long cream colored couch. Carolyn, my "victim", was seated at the opposite end, fuming. My head was down, focusing on anything but the eyes on me. I noticed my fingers were still pruney from fingering Carolyn, and felt the dual twinge of humiliation and arousal.
All this and that's where your mind goes? What is wrong with you?
I felt I would die at any moment from the disgrace, or by the hands of our mother who paced back and forth in front of us. In the few moments she had already been talking she made her point of view clear; I was older, I was sick, and I violated her babygirl. I was fucked.
Behind her, our father sat in his recliner, his face was dark and his gaze wouldn't fall on either my sister or myself.
"--I mean what the hell were you thinking?" Mom continued.
What had I been thinking?
She didn't want to know.
Heat. Skin. Whimpers.
I tried to shake the thoughts from my head. "I'm sorry." I said without looking up.
"You're what? Sorry? That's it?"
"I.. I'm sorry." It was all I could say. My words had left me to drown in my shame and I could feel my throat burning, the first threats of tears which would certainly not help my situation. I crossed my arms, chewed my cheek, and fought it.
"Sorry doesn't cut it."
Mother made another pass from one side of the room to the other and back. Her fingers dug into her temples and her eyes had squeezed shut.
"Mom--" I started.
"Bethany, you were fucking your sister!"
I winced.
"Quiet down, Marie. The windows are open." Dad said, his first contribution.
Her volume went down but her words were no less biting. "I thought I was doing good, being accepting of your... inclinations. But preying on Carol? I never would have thought you could be so deviant. What happened to the girl that was so responsible? I could trust you to look after Carol. Were you always...
looking
? What am I supposed to do here? I swear, you went gay and you started downhill and now you've hit the bottom. I think you need to leave before your sickness spreads."
I couldn't keep the tears back any longer. I knew I had been courting disaster and now it seems that disaster would encompass the rest of my already-tattered life. This would be the end of it. Cut off. Outcast. Death would have been more merciful.
"This is such bullshit!" Carol shouted, leaping from the couch. "You can't do that! It wasn't her fault! I asked..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes quickly found the floor again, but her posture didn't soften.
"Sweetie, I know it can seem like we asked for these things and that we deserved them, but being... taken advantage of is never our fault."
Carolyn's mouth dropped open. "Mom! She didn't rape me! What the fuck!"
"I didn't say that."
"She didn't take advantage of me! I
wanted
it!"
"Carol--"
"No! Fuck this! We're adults, we can do what we want."
"Not here, you won't."
"Then you have to kick me out, too!"
Mom sighed heavily, staring at Carolyn. "I need a drink." She said, and stormed out of the room.
I was reeling. So much had happened over the course of the last hour. Did I just get kicked out? Did my mother just persecute me for being a lesbian? Did my sister just profess her love for me in front of our parents? Oh my god, I nearly had sex with my sister.
I looked up to see Carolyn still a tensed up ball of anger. I could only imagine what her head was going through right now. The thought of reaching out for her hand crossed my mind, but better judgment won. I shifted my view to our father. He was just calmly watching Carolyn. His face was always hard to read and currently it was impossible. One thing was evident though; he wasn't angry. When Dad got angry things got loud and he was all but silent.
Probably too ashamed to even speak
, I guessed,
dumbfounded by the perversions of his children.
I could feel a fresh wave of tears incoming when, almost as if to himself, Dad muttered,"You know, I kissed my cousin once."
What did I just..?
"Dad!" Carolyn cried incredulously.
"I'm just saying," his voice was nearly a whisper, "you're not hurting anybody."
"We didn't--" I tried to say but was cut off.
"I don't need to know. I'm just saying."
I think the entire neighborhood could hear my head explode.
In a huff, Mom flew back into the room. "I need liquor." She stated, and pulled her coat off a hanger by the front door. "You're coming too, Dale. We need to talk."
Dad sighed but roused himself from the chair. "Yes, dear." He softly placed his hand on the top of my head and I felt a slight peace. If nothing else, he didn't hate me, so maybe I could learn that too.
"Keep your hands off your sister." Mom snapped, as she stepped out the door. Whether to me or Carolyn, I couldn't tell. Probably both.
Moments later the headlights of the car came rushing through the windows behind me, throwing shadows at the wall. The shadows moved as they backed out and turned down the street. Just me and my sister now. Totally normal.
This is never gonna feel normal again.
It was dead silent. I squirmed and put up the hood of my worn, yellow sweatshirt. My mouth was dry and I half expected Carolyn to jump on me. Instead we drifted in the silence for hours, or what felt like hours. There was a lot to sink in and the elephant in the room was straining the floorboards.
When, finally, I could look her in the eyes again I caught her gaze and we stared blankly at each other. I couldn't even begin to decide where to start this conversation and I had the feeling she felt the same way.
"Carol," I said at the same time as she said my name. We paused again.
Carolyn raised her hand as a sign she wanted to speak first. "I'm sorry." She began. "I didn't mean for all this."
"What did you mean then?" I asked, with more of an edge than I intended. She looked away from me again and returned to her seat on the sofa.
"I meant what I said." She said, quietly. "I do love you."
"You've never had so much as a boyfriend. How do you even know what you feel?
"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid. You were my very first crush. I used to masturbate holding your panties to my face. I was ecstatic when you came out as liking girls because maybe I had a chance. When you moved back in I knew I couldn't waste the opportunity."
"Fuck, Carol, I'm your sister! That doesn't bother you?"
"It never mattered. I feel the way I feel. And I saw the way you looked at me. It didn't seem to bother you, either."