This is a story I wrote simply for fun, after reading several other submissions on the site. It's my first time writing anything like it. Also, there is a lot of story in-between sexual content, and I'm aware that it is a bit wordy. I hope that some might enjoy it! Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: The following story depicts acts of fictitious incest and other explicit sexual content.
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Occasionally in life the most beautiful things come flying at you clear from left field. There's something about the unexpected that just makes things that much more exciting. Likewise, there is a certain thrill in taking what you were never supposed to have.
Around two years ago my life changed drastically. My father passed away in a car accident. He was a good man who always loved and looked after his family with absolute care. His passing affected my mother strangely. She turned from a bubbly, out-going person into a brooding anti-social mess. Despite my best efforts to boost her spirits, nothing was ever the same with her after that day.
I was very proud of how my sister handled the tragedy. She was only sixteen at the time of his passing, but she accepted it well and moved on with her life. Her marks in school never slipped. She was rock solid and strong for all of us.
I had always been fairly close with my younger sister Amanda, but after my father's passing we bonded even more. Sometimes I believed that she wanted to bond with me more to hold on to any male role models she had left. But I'd rather just think that she looked to me for comfort because she knew I'd be there for her.
She was a very attractive girl, and I believe that she knew that. It helped her to always come across confidently in whatever she was doing. She wasn't your typical beautiful girl however. She was somewhat brainy, and wrote for her school paper. Amanda loved writing opinion pieces the most, as she seemed more comfortable expressing her truest feelings by writing them down.
As confident as she was, there came a time in the middle of that school year that something had her down. I couldn't figure out what it was, but it had her very downtrodden. In this period there was many a night she would plead me to hold her on the couch and just be a comforting presence for her. At the time I thought it strange that she would turn to her brother for something like that, but with the emotional strife that our family had been through...I just assumed I needed to be there for her.
During this time she kept conversations light and fluffy. Television, music, and books she had recently been reading. But every once in a blue moon she'd choose to really open up to me. Then the conversations would turn to love lives, future plans and her big dreams. I enjoyed those chats very much, as I hadn't often felt closer to another person than during those times. She really did need me I thought.
Sadly, with my mother's deteriorating mental state, I couldn't stand living under her roof much longer. She became very controlling in a matter of months, and as an adult I decided enough was enough. I began attending a university not far from my hometown, and rented a house nearby. I was an hour away from home, and I saw a lot less of my family for a solid year. It pained me, but my mother would not allow Amanda to visit, or even speak with me on the phone for a large amount of time. It was like I was cut off from them.
I put all of this out of my mind to do what was right for my life, and move on as a man. I came into my own very well during this time. Good grades in school, making money tutoring and loving the college life consumed all my time. I found the girl of my dreams in a biology class and started dating her. Her name was Jenna, and she was an absolutely stunning girl, both in the ways of beauty and personality. I was blessed to be able to afford renting my own quaint home on aid money and tutoring alone, and was ecstatic that romance found its way into my life. Things were looking up for me, but not Amanda.
Turns out Amanda and my mother were at each other's throats from the day I left home, but neither of them had the heart to tell me. My mother was over-protective to a fault with my poor sister, and it drove her batty. Even when I'd call to speak with my sister, she'd rarely let me have a word with her. Soon enough she began disobeying the house rules, and eventually my two remaining family members wrote one another off. Amanda had to move out of there, so she called up her big brother. She asked if she could stay at my house until she graduated high school, saying she'd figure something out then. Of course I couldn't turn her down.
It was during her school's spring break period that the move started. She came to my doorstep carrying only three bags of clothes and necessities a day later. Wearing tightly fitting jeans, a form-fitting black t-shirt and a little more eye shadow than I had usually been accustomed to seeing her wear, she lunged at me and hugged me. She'd changed a little more than I figured in the past year.
"I won't be a bother to you, I promise" is what she told me with the beginnings of tears in her eyes. My sister was a tough girl who never liked to show weakness in front of anyone though. She stifled the urge to get emotional and forced a small smile.
I was glad to see her smile at least. I had been worried that she'd be more depressed than she seemed. She looked healthy, although she still had a slightly milky complexion.
"Oh come on...don't be that way. We usually never get the chance to spend time together anyways, so I'm excited that you'll be staying with me for a while. You'll probably be the one getting tired of me..." I joked.
"Yeah, actually you're right." Amanda jeered as she shoved her bags into my arms.
I carried her belongings up to the bedroom I'd set up for her. It was a pretty barebones set-up. A bed, a dresser and a television was pretty much all I could come up with on short notice to spice the room up. Until then, it had been unused space that I shoved laundry in. Classy I know.
"Here we go. We'll try to buy you some better furniture and stuff for the room soon enough. It's kind of close to my room too; I'm directly across from you. I'll give you your privacy though, I promise. Won't snoop through your shit like a certain parental figure we know." I said
"Geez, like I'm worried about that. It's actually a really cute room." Amanda walked around her new bedroom and gave everything a good look.
"I'm glad you like it." I smiled at Amanda.
"Wow, it's bigger than my room back at mother's house. I really appreciate this Jay. You don't know how bad it got after you left." Amanda shook her head and sighed
"Hey, there's no reason to even think about that anymore. Today is the beginning of your new life! Forget about the all the old bullshit, we'll look out for each other. We're family. It is important to me that you can be happy."
Finally Amanda did break down and shed some tears. She was overwhelmingly happy to be back living with someone who she can relate to and care about. She held her face in her hands, and sobbed silently.
I immediately wrapped my arms around her, and rubbed her back. I spoke comforting words just trying to assure her that things would be fine. All she could keep saying to me was "thank you."
After around five minutes the tears let up, and a smile returned to her face. She still didn't want to let me go. The way she looked at me was rather strange, almost devilish. She reached her head up and kissed me on the cheek.
"Come on Jay, come relax with me on the couch. I need to unwind. Just like old times?" She let out
