Thank you for showing interest in my story. I'm still new to writing, so any feedback is definitely welcomed. I have a few parts of this already written, and will absolutely continue to keep posting them, as long as there is interest in the story as a whole. I would like to see positive interest for these characters, to know if it's still worth writing this story out. I have a lot more ideas to where this can all go later on, but will only continue if you all find this interesting enough to keep reading more of.
Please make sure to give a rating, and drop a comment if you would be so kind. I hope you enjoy my story about Kyle and his sister Alice.
This is a slow one for sure, where most of the hottest action is in the next couple of parts. If you are looking for a quick and dirty tale of incestous sex, this is not the one. There is some masterbation play in this one, but mainly its laying the background of the story still ahead, and character building.
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There were two thin wisps of light brown hair always hanging down, one on either side of her face, always there waiting for a fidget or a puff of air to blow them to the side. The rest of her hair was all thick and flowy, it had a sheen to it where something as simple as the lighting in a room could make it seem like it was multiple shades of colors. Its length was always kept longer, but never further down than the center of her back, like its current length. Freckles seem to appear with the spring flowers every year across her nose and on her cheeks, just below her eyes. Her eyes, wow, those deserve a paragraph all to themselves.
From the style of her eyebrows to the natural length of her lashes, then the ever present almond shape that perfectly displayed her green eyes like picture frames. Standing around six or seven inches shorter than me, with a slender yet thick body, my younger sister only started to constantly appear in my dreams over the past year or so. There was the random dream that she would appear in, from time to time, but recently it was every single one of them.
The occasional dreams that my sister appeared in, all started out with random scenarios like any typical dreams for a twenty-three year old guy like me. Some dreams were of us reliving past parties or family outings. Others starred Alice in a setting that neither of us had ever been in, and seemed all typical and random to me. Then one night I had a dream that changed everything. In my dream, it was hot outside and I was working under the hood of my car on the driveway.
This is how I instantly knew it was a dream, because I have no idea how to work on cars outside of changing the oil or a tire. Plus the car I was working on looked nothing like my actual car. Alice was off in the backyard reading a book or whatever while she was laying in the sun in a rather revealing (for her) bikini. Some music was softly playing in the background, not really sure if it was coming from her setup or mine. All I could remember is how I kept looking over my shoulder, or positioning myself in a way so I could sneak glimpses at my sister.
I have no idea why this started, I had never in my life saw my sister in that way before. But without any sugar coating, I was flat out perving on my little sister in my dream. I remember waking up that morning as if it were yesterday. My breathing was heavy, I had thrown the blankets off of me, and was laying there with a layer of sweat over my entire body. My cock rock hard and throbbing in my hand while my underwear remained half off and only on one leg. I slowly caught my breath as I realized it was all a dream, but something about it felt normal and not disgusting like I guess I would have expected it to feel.
I had moved back home after college and was clearly taking my time to find a real job and join the world of adulting. Admittedly I was definitely behind the plans I had laid out for myself in my senior year of college. Alice was going to be moving back home soon too, just after she graduated. We both had gone off to different colleges but had stayed in our home state. So we were never too far away, and were able to be home for major holidays, birthdays, and the like. We were a very close family, always trying to be there for each other the entire time growing up. After all, it was just the three of us, Mom, Alice, and me.
Our father (aka "the sperm donor" according to our mom and extended family) had left right after Alice was born. I mean like right after, like, hours after. I had just turned 3, and a few weeks later Alice was born. Apparently "Peter" just couldn't be bothered to raise 2 kids at the same time, let alone ever show up or be in any of our lives for anything ever again. He left while our mom was still in the hospital, and never came back again. I'm grateful that I was so young when he left us, because I really have almost no memory of him at all. I know, without question, it broke my mom's heart, and I feel that's maybe what made us all so close in the long run.
We were raised to never leave each other behind, or to always make sure we were all in some sort of contact any time we were apart. I think our mom made it clear to us early on that we only had what we have right now, and that tomorrow is not guaranteed.
So, until about the time that puberty started to hit for Alice and I, we had shared a bedroom in a 2 bedroom townhome. But with hormones and inquiring minds lurking just around the corner, Mom decided we needed to find a new place. One that had at least 3 bedrooms, so that Alice and I could have our own private sanctuaries that we could escape to, whenever we needed. Alice and I were all excited at the idea of having our own rooms. We had looked at what felt like a hundred different places before Mom found one that she really liked, it was in a good school district, and fit the budget. It was a small home, with a nice backyard. Nothing fancy, but it was everything we needed it to be.
Alice and I would both have our own rooms, with one small caveat. There was a bathroom that separated the bedrooms, and was almost hidden away from the rest of the house. "It's called a 'Jack and Jill' bathroom." Mom said to us, seeing the clear look of confusion on our faces as my sister and I looked at each other. We felt it was very odd to have a bathroom you could only enter from one of the adjoining bedrooms, but nonetheless, we finally would have our own rooms!
"Don't worry, there is another bathroom in the hallway for guests." Mom continued, "and I'll have my own bathroom, too. Can you believe it? We're moving up in the world!" We had moved our things into the house, and Alice and I settled into our new rooms rather quickly. We both loved having our own space, and while growing up, we had several fights over which side of the sink or tub/shower 'belonged' to each of us for our toiletries. Through the years, we all made it work, and it was a great house to grow up in.
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It was the start of summer, and Alice would be moving back home any day now. I had to admit that as much as I loved the privacy of having nearly half the house to myself, I did miss having my sister just across the way from me these past couple of years since I had moved back home. Maybe it was also partly fueled by the recent recurring dreams I kept having about her, too? The dreams all started out seemingly innocent, just flashes of Alice being at a dinner table, watching TV with me, or texting me a funny meme she saw online. However, after some time, the dreams became more and more risque. The more risque they became, the more my mind ran with a bunch of possibilities. Nothing in particular to start, but then for some reason the most recent ones were more and more very much the wrong kind of love that two siblings should be sharing. On more than one occasion, I had woken up as explained before.
My sheets a tangled mess, my underwear half off, and either my hand on my cock, or me grinding myself into the bed. Something in my brain had definitely changed, and for some 7unknown reason, now I only had very graphic and very naughty dreams about my little sister. Was this from me missing having her around? I like to think I'm the protector of the family, especially when it comes to my little sister. Being just a few years apart, I was mostly always at school with her growing up, in case she ever needed help with bullies or any issues with anyone. She loved having me around while we were at school, she said it made her feel like she was never alone, in a good way.
Sometimes it became a bit annoying to always have to watch after my kid sister, but as I got older I didn't mind it so much. When we were in highschool, I was a Senior and she was a Freshman. So for that one final year we would both be in the same school, I made sure to let my sister know which of my friends she could trust the following years to goto for any issues, after I had graduated. I had a few friends that were scattered through all class levels at the school, which I was grateful for, knowing they would be there for Alice if ever needed.
That meant a lot to me, to know that my friends would watch over her for me when I wasn't there. Having close friends like that was a big deal for me, seeing as how we didn't have a big family really growing up. Our close friends always felt like the family we never had.
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While growing up, Alice and I had for the most part gotten along. There were the occasional fights of any normal siblings in a family. A random item missing or broken in the house, neither of us knew who did it but was positive it wasn't ourselves, and so obviously it was the other sibling. "Mom, Kyle keeps teasing me about my hair." "Kyle, leave your sister alone." "She started it mom, she took the remote when I was watching a show." You know, the usual sibling nonsense.
Oh yeah, I'm Kyle by the way. The guy who had to step up at a young age and be the man of the house and become the protector for my mom and sister. I guess it wasn't so much of something that was expected of me, as much as I wanted to take on that role. I wanted to show mom and sis both, that not all guys were like our father. Especially with Mom working so hard for us to have the best lives she could put together for Alice and me. Being a single Mom is a level of difficulty that most people will never understand.
Let alone, it being even more difficult if the kids don't get along. So I think that Alice and I just sort of understood that at a very young age, and just tried to always do our best to get along. We watched out for each other all the time, and sometimes would 'gang up' against our Mom with random things throughout our childhood. But all in all, we all did our best to be a team.
With as close as we always were growing up, we also made sure to respect each other's privacy. So in the event that one of us was upset or confused about something, and we didn't feel like talking about it, the other two would just take it for face value, and never pushed that person to speak about anything they weren't fully comfortable with sharing. This was particularly difficult when Alice started to date boys her age, and me being her older brother, her father figure, and her protector. It was always a struggle for me to not turn into a complete asshole when I or my Mom didn't 100% agree with how a guy was treating Alice. She said she wouldn't want to talk about it, and unless we didn't respect her, we should stay out of it. So we did.
