San Francisco
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy based on a true story about the our neighbor. A gorgeous couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other. Later I found out that they were cousins and for some reason, I found that very hot. I wrote this as an emotional romance peppered by liberal doses of erotica. This is my first attempt at something like this so please forgive my lack of fluency. I am sure to get better.
If incest is not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere and please don't burden me with judgmental comments. But I am sure some will like it.
A big shout out to Darth_Aussie, whose writings have been my inspiration for going ahead with this story. Mate! I learnt a lot from you and for that I am very grateful. I have also borrowed certain elements from your magnificent stories.
Chapter 1 - Job offer
I looked out of the tiny window, from my window seat while the plane was taxiing for take off. I could see several aircraft in queue, awaiting take-off clearance from the control tower. I was flying to San Francisco for work where I was being sent to replace a departing colleague who had taken up a job on the East coast. He wanted to live close to his daughter who had enrolled in an university there. He had raised her as a single parent when his wife had passed on, and I understand his need to be close to her. I would do the same in his place.
I was given the choice of checking the position out for a month and then letting them know if I wanted to take over permanently. The idea was to check, if both the job and San Francisco were compatible with my future plans and goals. As a single person, who hadn't grown any roots it would have been very easy for me to uproot myself and move to a different city and in the end, I had agreed. Of course, there were more experienced and more viable candidates internally to fill the position but like I said they all had grown deeper roots in terms of kids schooling and the jobs of their partners to be able to move in a short notice. I was the next logical choice because I was younger and didn't have baggage. They were also willing to take a chance on me despite my lack of experience. And here I was, flying to Frisco with everyone's blessings and to the relief of a few.
I had FaceTimed my sister Melanie to tell her about my impending visit to Golden Gate city. Her immaculately made up face came up on the screen when she answered. Her platinum blonde hair was tied in ponytail which told me that she was dressing up for a night out. As a goth, she loved her night life. That was a busy time for that community. I didn't understand that life but never judged or butted in my sister's life. Apart from occasional phone calls we weren't that close.
"Hey Mel!"
"Hey little brother!"
I told her about the whole SF deal my company had offered me. She listened to me in silence.
"Great! I am guessing you are going to accept the job and move there."
"Only if I like it." I corrected her.
"Wanna bet? I'll give you one reason. Greta!"
"What's Greta got to do with it?" I pushed back at her absurd insinuation. She kept quiet for a moment.
"Okay! Let me put it this way. If you were asked to move to a shitty job on the South Pole. You would accept..." She paused for effect. "...IF Greta lived there." She put a big emphasis on the 'if'.
I could hear the blood drain from my head and felt like someone had hit me in the gut. I opened my mouth but words didn't form.
"Jace! You have been in love with her since you were yay big." she used her fingers on camera to emphasize my age.
"And I was also there to see it." She added.
She was totally right. I had jumped at the chance to go to Frisco because I had Greta somewhere in the back of my mind. And she was right about me accepting the job if I thought that I would get to see Greta often. I just didn't know
that Mel knew my deepest secret.
Greta was my uncle's kid and she was older than Mel and I. Mel and Greta were separated by a year and I was a couple years younger than Mel. My mother had taken over her upbringing when Greta moved in with us after her mom had passed on from a rare form of cancer when she was four. My mother Clara absolutely dotes on her and Greta called her 'mom'. Neither Mel nor I begrudged my mother lavishing all her attentions on her because we both had independent streaks and didn't depend much on our bossy mother. My mother needed to mother and Greta needed a mother. Mel and I were glad that they had each other. And we both adored Greta. She was beautiful, bright and a ray of sunshine. Everyone loved her and I was head over heels in love with her. And not the brotherly kind. Only, I thought nobody knew and I was wrong.
I was the runt of the litter and in an estrogen filled household I was left pretty much to my own devices and no one paid much attention to me. Dad and my uncle worked jobs that kept them on the road most of the time and I grew up without a father figure. But that had ensured that I was very self reliant and I understood women well or at least their moods. I could anticipate feminine moods very well and stayed out of their way when they were on the war path. That had become a real talent.
She hadn't said anything for a while waiting for me to say something. I knew that she could see my ashen face. I
asked.
"How did you know?" She rolled her eyes in derision.
"We all know!" I was aghast. Who's 'we'? I asked her.
"Who else knows?"
"Greta, mom and of course, yours truly"..
"How did you all know?"
"It was obvious, you dumbass! Mom saw it first and told us. Then we saw it." She sassed back, exasperated at how dense I sounded.
"Oh my god!" I felt the blood drain off of my head and I felt lightheaded again. I was so embarrassed that my closely guarded secret was common knowledge, for years.
Mel saw that I was distraught at being outed this way, so she took pity and started to talk in a soothing voice.
"Jace! It's alright. It is adorable. Greta absolutely loves it and she adores you too."
"She does?" Here I was thinking about calling the whole San Francisco thing off. Didn't want to creep Greta off.
"Sure! We talk about you a lot. She remembers stuff about
you that I don't. Nobody does that unless there was love somewhere."
I felt better.
"So? I go there?" She rolled her eyes again.
"Of course! When she hears this, she's gonna insist that you stay with her."
I pondered at the implications of this cus I hadn't thought about that. I wasn't sure how to handle this.
"So? If she asks, should I agree?"
"Yeaaah! Of course you should. But do me a favor little brother. Always wear underwear around her! We don't want your boner to show when you see her. We know you love her and all but a boner? Now that would be creepy." She added with sass.
We both laughed. She was right. Greta was absolutely gorgeous.
"And don't worry about it too much. If it helps, I have a thing for Greta too. There's something about her we both love." She added.
"Figures! You guys spend way too much time together."
"No Jace! I don't mean we're just cousins. I mean that we're
