Ok as always here comes the standard blurb. All the characters in this story are 18 or older, this is a work of fiction none of this is true. The author neither supports or condones any of the activities depicted in this twisted tale and hopes most sane individuals understand that. Further this tale depicts sexual acts between two consenting adult characters that happen to be related. Subsequently some people may find this topic offensive, if this is the case for you consider yourself warned and read no further.
Next: Dear Grammar police... Sorry I do not have an editor yet and have tried three times unsuccessfully to find one. Grammar is not my friend and if it is yours, congratulations. If your OCD like tendencies will not allow you to muddle through some errors, typos, and the odd omitted word I apologies in advance and hold no grudge knowing that you have moved on to more well established writers like Chekov, Tolstoy or Hemingway (Had to through an American in there after two Russians, got to keep the Right Wingers happy. )
Lastly this is the first time I've written a story from a First Person Perspective, not sure how comfortable I am with this style and verb tense has been a Bitch... I barely conjugate a verb on the best of days. Oh well hope you like it.
Ok now on with the show...
My sister is a freak. Tattoos, piercings, strange coloured hair, no hair, you name it. She's either had it done, knows someone who's had it done or is contemplating having it done. Either way my statement stands, my sister is a freak.
She wasn't always a freak, I mean when she graduated high school and left for university she was normal enough or as close to normal as one's older bitchy sister can get. Point of fact she really wasn't that bad, and for the most part we got along ok but after that first year of university she began to change and it wasn't subtle. No subtlety had nothing to do with it; oh no it was wham bam thank you Mame, overnight change. She came home for Easter and everything seemed ok, I mean she and dad got into it over some philosophical debate about his politics and she hit him with some left wing liberal mumbo jumbo, the two just stormed away from each other leaving the rest of us to deal with what was left of supper. I remember mom trying to mediate but it was like mixing oil with water. She stomped off to her room and he went to his den and the rest of us, well, me and mom sat in silence for the remainder of the evening.
Of course I gave it no more thought, I mean who would. Summer was coming I had just finished the eleventh grade; my life was becoming interesting on its own. So a month and half goes by and she comes home for the summer in the middle of June with her first tattoo and her left ear has like seven piercings in it. Ok that maybe an exaggeration but by the end of the summer her entire right arm from her shoulder to her elbow is a mass of colour. My mom couldn't stop crying, she kept going on and on about her daughter's wedding day and what the pictures will look like and who's going to tell great aunt Sadie, it was ridiculous. And my dad, well I thought he was going to have a stroke. I'd never seen him change colour so fast, pale white to red and then to some deep shade of purple, it was spectacular. For a whole summer I got away with everything. I mean as soon as the focus turned toward me all I had to say was "Have you seen Janie's new..." piercing, tattoo or whatever strange hair colour she had going that week and I was immediately forgotten. It was my ace in the hole, my one true get out jail free card, too bad it only worked when she was home from college but then that was usually when I got into the most trouble anyway. So after that summer ended I was on my own with way to distract my parents. Janie was away at school and if something went wrong in our household it was either mom dad or me. Basically that always meant it was me.
Ok so September comes and it's back in school. Things are going well, my friends and I feel like we're running the place and with our final year come a sense of entitlement and untouchability, and we can do no wrong. Christmas comes and goes, Janie of course was new piercings but there apparently not where anyone can see and apart from my mother crying in her room two days before Christmas, things went smoothly. Janie and dad are getting along. The way I figure it she has learned one of life's important lessons "Don't Feed the Bear." New Year happens and everyone is looking to great things and big changes, little did I know.
I turned eighteen on February second and so as with all great traditions I decided I would spend the following weekend with my buddies. As I was saying having a built in scape goat is great but it doesn't save you from yourself and four of your dumbass buddies. So here I am with Scott, Monty, Jeff and Rick partying it up like no tomorrow when Scott gets the brilliant idea to break out his dad's tequila. Will just for the record this wasn't just any tequila this was Patron, and some expensive ass imported bottle of Patron that cost over $400 a bottle. Well shots of tequila and shots of Jack, on top of seven rum and cokes is a little much for anyone and I challenge the most steadfast alcoholic not be in some kind of trouble by the end of the night (on second thought NO I DON'T). So there I am at 4 a.m. puking my guts out, actually by 4 a.m. I didn't have anything left to puke and had a bad case of the dry heaves. So my brilliant buddies decide it's in my best interests to take me home and they dump me off at my front door, ring the bell and run like hell. Turns out it was the smartest thing they could ever have done for me because at 5 a.m. I was in the emergency unit with an I.V. in my arm to restore my fluids and stop me from puking. Alcohol poisoning isn't fun for anyone, not you, not your parents and turns out not even Scott who had to explain a missing bottle of special order tequila and a basement reeking of puke.
So subsequently I'm grounded and when March Break rolls around, I spend it at home pretty much under lock and key. My sister comes home this week and brings with her, her new Beau. Jamie Rossingnoll the third or some such fucking thing. Guys the biggest dip-shit I've ever met but he seems to have my sister, my mother and for that matter my father snowed. Apparently "Breeding is Everything."
Dinner goes over fine, my parents seem happy, my sister's friend is going to bunk in my room and I'll sleep on the floor on the air mattress. Jamie, of course, will sleep in my bed with the brand new sheets my mom went out bought earlier in the day (Wouldn't want the fucker getting cooties now would we). Oh well I love my sister.
The next day everything is fine. Life goes on and although I can't go anywhere, I have my Xbox and I have my laptop. What I don't have is privacy so there'll be no surfing for porn with Jamie in the room but then again life is more than silicone tits and shaved pussy... Aw hell who am I kidding, I fucking miss porn. Well in the absence of that i might as well see who's on line and blow shit up. I had already changed for bed a T-shirt and pyjama bottoms, might as well be comfortable when I blowing shit up. As my buddy Scott always says, "You can do remarkable things with a Rocket Launcher."
"Oh god where are mom and dad?" It's my sister. I damn near jumped out of my skin she scared me. I didn't even hear her come in.
"In the living room why?" I answered.
"I can't be around them right now... Can I hang out with you?" Something's wrong and I know it, we haven't hung out in my room since before high school. Besides that she dressed up for clubbing. She's wearing black thigh high pirate boots, with six inch heels. They make her thighs just pop. How she can walk in those I don't know but she and my mom can pull it off. When mom thinks we're not around, she asks my dad which set of earrings he'd like to wear tonight, referring to which shoes she's going to be wearing. If you can't figure it out I'm not explaining it here. She's got on a black barracuda club dress. It's short clingy thing with long sleeves and fits tightly hugging her body revealing every perfect curve. The arms have several slits that travel down from her shoulders but stop before the pass her biceps. She likes this dress because it gives brief glimpses of her tattoos. There are also slits that travel down her left hip that expose her flesh; it gives the illusion that she is not wearing any underwear. This outfit accentuates her hips and ass like you wouldn't believe. I can tell she isn't wearing a bra as the seams and straps would show, plus her nipples are pointing out like it's thirty below when it's a comfortable seventy at least.
"What are you on?" I asked not really believing she's is on anything but not really understanding her request.
"Can you tell?" There is a definite panic in her voice that I have not heard before. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"No, what going on?" I try to reassure her but she is acting a little weird.
"Fuck I hate Jamie," she says and I'm thinking welcome to the club but I decide not to interrupt. "He's such a fucking jerk."
"What happened you guys were so mushy sick when you left, I thought I was going to puke." Well I was being overly dramatic but she got the point.
"Fucker laced my drink E"
"What??" I could believe it Mr. Good Breeding stock was nothing more than a perving opportunist.
"He thought we could get high and have sex all night," she said, as she looked about the room. She was starting to fidget
"Here in our house??" I asked incredulously. Not that I didn't think he was capable of something like this the guy weirded me out but I couldn't get my mind around 'sex all night in our house' the balls on the guy.
"I don't fucking know. Anyway I can feel it starting to take and I don't to be in front of mom and dad when it kicks in, so can I just hang with you?" The look on my sister's face was something I hadn't seen before. She was imploring me to save her and I was compelled to rescue, what can I say.
"Jeez I don't know maybe we should talk with mom and dad first," I said almost cruelly.
"No you can't do that to me I'm already on dad's shit list and I don't need to be on mom's please come on don't fuck me over." She was desperately pleading now, what could I do.
"I won't I was just screwing with you," I said. I knew she'd owe me one and with my luck it'd be sooner rather than later.
"Well stop it will you I'm high enough as it is and shit isn't making too much sense right now as it is." The worry in her voice was almost palpable. "Fuck I'm going to kill Jamie when I see him."
"Where is he now?" I asked.
"I don't know I told him to fuck off and that I didn't want to see him again." She was beginning to tear up as she spoke. "Then he called be a stuck up frigid bitch and said he was heading back to school."
"Well I guess that put a close on that chapter." I said stating the obvious.
"Fucking right it does." Man she was angry I hadn't heard swear this much since she got into a fight with Belinda Smith over Tony Saunders. She was dating him and Belinda was giving him head after every football game as long as our school won. I don't know it was fucked up, he wasn't even on the team.
"Whoa Sis easy with the F-Bombs you're going to attract dad's attention for sure if you keep that up." My dad tolerated a lot of stuff from us but swearing was one of his hot buttons. My mom could cuss like a trucker when she was angry and he didn't say anything but one of us kids drop an F-Bomb or some other word and stand back.
"Ok you go tell them I'm home and we're in your room watching movies or something."
