Author's Note:
All characters are at least 18 in this story. Additionally, there is incest and graphic sexual content with BDSM relationships later in the story. If this isn't your cup of tea, I would advise you not to read any further.
Being my first attempt at writing, it was a lot harder than I thought. I hope you enjoy it. It will be a long story with over 100k words and does take some time to build up. So it's not a quick fix.
I would also like to think Jackbellend for his feedback and help.
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Chapter 1
It was the last day of high school, and college would follow shortly. I found myself excited for the new adventure which awaited but still a little nervous about being on my own. With all the noise from everyone fleeing their classrooms and trying to get out of here, I found myself feeling nostalgic. I would miss this place, even though I couldn't wait for it to be over while I was here.
My sister, on the other hand, had one more year to go. She was the more intelligent one and always helped me with my homework. I struggled with the idea that I would have to do this on my own in college.
Those thoughts bounced around my head as I headed down the hall for one last time. I reached the corner of the hall and saw my sister, Katie. Her head was on her locker as she sobbed. I quickly walked over to her, concerned. She looked up at me. Her mascara ran down her face, and I saw the hurt in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Katie?" I asked in a panic.
"I'm so stupid," she said as tears streamed down her face. "How could I be so stupid?" she repeated with anger this time. "I wanted to spend my summer working on a tan by the pool, and now it will be spent in summer school!"
I looked at her, puzzled. "What the hell happened?"
As she started to tell me, my eyes drifted south to her large amount of cleavage on display. Her breasts rose and fell as she was still crying pretty hard.
"Wow," I thought. She really had blossomed this year and started to fill out in all the right places. Her ass stuck out more than the other girls in school, and her breasts were almost double in size. Always having smaller breasts, she hadn't upped her cup size yet. It only made matters worse as her undersized bra pushed her breasts out on full display.
"What am I going to do?" she asked, still hurting and crying a little too loud.
I hadn't heard anything she'd said. I was so focused on her beautiful breasts I missed everything. All I could say was, "We will figure it out." Whatever "it" was?
Our parents were pretty strict and didn't understand what was so hard about school. We had moved a lot as my father, Tom, worked his way up the corporate ladder. One, he had started climbing when he was just 19, which is why my sister was 18 going on 19 in high school. Too many missed days had us held back in second and first grade.
My mother, Susan, was a stay-at-home mom until we moved back stateside. She had wanted more than that but couldn't with us always on the move and taking care of us. My father and I never had a father/son relationship as he was quiet around me and always just spoke to my sister or mom. As if I was too stupid to get it without my sister's help.
On the other hand, my mother always seemed interested in what I had to say or whatever I was doing. I had taken up golf as a kid and turned out to be a natural. It was golf that got me through most of the moving all over the world. There was always a golf course with people my age playing, and no matter what language, I could always make friends. My sister, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. She always stayed home and studied; that's all she ever did, which is why she's so intelligent.
"Well, let's get out of here." I grabbed her arm and turned her toward the doors at the end of the hall. As we walked down the hall and out of the school, her tears turned into sniffles. I told her it would be ok and not to worry.
"Easy for you to say," she said.
As we made our way to my truck, she kept her head down, not smiling at all. I almost asked what was wrong, then remembered she had already told me. I would have to wait until she broke the news to mom and dad. I opened the door and watched her climb into my truck. I admired her plump round ass, something I now just noticed. All the way home, I couldn't help but notice her chest. I was so distracted I almost ran off the road twice.
"What are you doing?" she asked, irritated.
"Sorry," I tried not to look at her anymore and keep my eyes on the road.
"Please just get me home so that I can get this over with."
I pulled down the long driveway, up to the house that wasn't huge but way bigger than we needed. It was the house my mom couldn't live without.
Neither mom nor dad was home. So I would have to wait to find out what happened.
"Hey, Connor, we're playing 18 you in?"
The text popped up on the phone screen. I wanted to go, but if I went, I wouldn't be able to find out what happened. So I sat there in deep thought, should I go or...
"Earth to Connor," she hissed.
"What?" I snapped back.
"Was that mom or dad? You better not tell them." She sounded worried.
"I'm not saying shit; it's not my business. I've already forgotten what it was anyway." Maybe she would give me a hint.
"Of course, you don't care if I get disowned," she hissed as she got out and slammed the door of my truck.
I sat in my truck trying to figure out where have I been? When did she grow up and become so beautiful? Not that I was much older, but I was fascinated with her now, and it was affecting my day. "Fuck it," I said out loud and got out of the truck. I headed to the garage to grab my clubs, threw them in the back, and headed to the course. It was a short, five-minute drive to the clubhouse. I pulled into a parking spot, grabbed my clubs from the bed of my truck, and strapped them onto the cart. I plopped down onto the seat of the cart my friend John was waiting in. Arriving at the first tee, I could see my other buddies, Mark and Will waiting on the tee box.
"What are we playing for today, boys?" John said as we pulled up.
"20 bucks a man, two-man scramble?" Mark said. "You and Connor vs. Will and me?"
"Ok," John shot back. "Let's add a cherry on top. If we win, we get 20 bucks, and you both have to sneak a picture of your sisters naked and send them to us! Of course, we'll do the same if we lose."
"I'm in," said Will.
"Me too," said Mark.
"What about you, Connor?" John asked.
It caught me by surprise. I wouldn't have cared any other time, but now I didn't want anybody else to see her but me. I knew we would win but didn't want to take the chance. "Nah, dude, I don't want to see my sister that way; it's disgusting."
"Don't be a pussy." Mark said.
"Pussy. Pussy. Pussy." was the chant that started and seemed to get louder. "Fuck it," I said. "You guys suck anyway. Don't puss out when we kick your asses."
I stepped up to the first tee. Having played this course what felt like a hundred times, I knew what to do. Hit a little draw out over the bunker and let the downslope of the bunker take it another 30 yards up the fairway. That's precisely what I did. John, my playing partner, stepped up and hit a huge slice to the right out of bounds. It didn't make a difference since we were playing a scramble.
"What the hell was that, John?" I said. As he mumbled "fuck" and bent down to pick up his tee.
Will stepped up and hit one of the best drives he had ever struck. Mark followed suit and stripped it right down broadway.
They were first to hit. I had outdriven them both by 20 yards. "Did y'all use your purse to hit that drive?" I asked sarcastically, trying to get into their heads.
"Fuck you!" Will said as I stood next to my ball, getting the yardage from my range finder. They both hit excellent second shots into the green with a good chance for a birdie, maybe a ten-footer.
We had to just carry the bunker with a little spin at our angle, and we would have about three feet for a bird. John hit a solid shot; it ballooned up into the wind and came up just short in the bunker.
"Man, fuck! I struck that perfect." He growled.
I went back to my bag and went up a club and choked down on it so it wouldn't be long. We needed to be on the green. I played a little cut into the wind with the extra club, trying to get it to sit down softly. As soon as I struck the ball, I knew I hit it perfectly.
"Be good," I yelled at the ball. It landed about a yard on the green and rolled up to about a foot for a gimmie. "That's a bird," I said to John. "Now get your head out of your ass and play some golf," He did. We were up by five at the turn and never looked back.
When the round was over, Will was handing me my $20 bucks. "When you go pro, can I be your caddie? We are going to suck next year without you on the team."
I had a full ride to play college golf at a top school and was excited about taking my game to the next level, with the hopes of turning pro one day. This was what I dreamed of. I wanted to play in the Masters next to Tiger Woods and have a shot to win coming down the stretch. I had made a thousand putts on the practice green; that was for the win on the 18th green. It's what I practiced for day and night, a chance to wear the green jacket. I was the best player on my team and had single-handedly won our school the state championship last year. The only tournament at which my father was present. He was proud of me and actually shook my hand and told me so. It was one of those rare times he had something nice to say.
"Don't forget those pictures, fuckers," I said, climbing in my truck and knowing it would never happen. "Later y'all, same time tomorrow?"
"Hell yeah," Mark said. "I need to win my money back."
I was happy with myself, knowing I had something on the line, and a bit of pressure didn't affect my ability to play. Even if I had lost, there was no way I would give them a picture of my sister's beautiful naked body. What were they going to do? Either way, I felt incredible as I pulled down the driveway towards the garage.
As I walked into the house, it was quiet, way too quiet at 7:00 pm.
"Connor, is that you?" My mom said, sounding irritated.
