Brother Dearest - Oneshot

Story by Zixtank

Okay, so I felt like finally writing another story. Been a while I've gotta admit, but nonetheless, another one.

This one is a oneshot, meaning it's only one chapter. I don't have any plans to continue it, but I might do it in the future if I by any chance feel like it, but no guarantee.

Anyways, this is a five-and-a-quarter-page long story which I managed to keep the story-part down to merely a page or so and the rest is mostly sex. I know, I surprised myself at that too XP

It's incest, so be warned. all characters are of age, so those of you who actually gives a crap about that, dont worry too much.

Either way, here it is. Sound off in the comment section below and as usual, I take any and all criticism except grammar-correction and hate mail directed towards me =P

Oh, and I friggin hate how FP kills the paragraph separation =/

Brother Dearest

Oneshot

Back in the days, when I was a kid; I couldn’t have been more than eight or something, my mom told me that my little sis was a herm (short for hermaphrodite in case you didn’t know). Sure, at the time I couldn’t give shit about it seeing as I was a kid and all, but back then she also told me to protect her from people at school who’d most likely pick on her if they ever knew. Man, I don’t know how, but moms have their own ways of telling the future that’s so accurate that it’s almost scary.

Sure enough, she got picked on a lot and she had few, if any, real friends up until high school when she got pretty damn popular due to, ironically enough, her pretty good looks. I mean, it’s amazing how much one likes a person based solely on their appearance.

Although she’s my sister, I’ve never really had qualms about looking at her or anything. Don’t think she minds either seeing as she knows we can’t do anything risky because we’re related.

So this is the story o me and my unusual sister and when I say unusual, I don’t mean physically. I remember that one time I was home from college that summer when she was in her second year I think. Or maybe third, I don’t remember exactly. I mean, details; who needs’em.

Anyways, I remember asking her about her fetishes at the time when I, her and her boyfriend, a skinny dude called Steven, was just hanging around in the living room.

“My fetishes?” She asked when presented with the question. Compared to how it must sound to you who’re reading this, she’s not exclaiming or sounding surprised, just casual. She’s that type of person with those she trusts. “Dunno how to explain that so right of the bat.” She noted and scratched her head. “I guess I’m sorta into cosplaying; you know; dress up and that shit. And there’s a tad bit S&M, but not much.”

“Sorta into?” Steven cut in. “More like can’t wait to get into another one of those bunny-suits.” He laughed but was rewarded with a slap to the back of his head.

“Says the one getting off to it.” Jackie replied (yep, that’s her name, short for Jacqueline. Our dad is French). “Oh, and I kinda like giving head to, but dunno if that counts as a fetish though, but yeah, you get the point. And you, Jimmy-boy? What’s your top three?”

“Thought you knew; tits, ass and blondes.” I said casually, leaning back. “There’s a pretty damn good portion of that in college so I’m not bored to say the least.”

“Didn’t expect any different either.” Jackie noted.

“Anyways, wanna come around here for dinner tomorrow? I’m cooking.” I said. “Dad said I had to do it at least once in a while now when I’m home so I don’t forget how.”

“Oh, you’re not cooking in college?” Steven asked.

“Cooking and college are about the two words in whole of the English language that fit together the least in the same sentence. Trust me, if you ever go there and don’t exercise you’ll either end up as a crack-addict or a fatass and you don’t want to be either.” Jackie laughed, but Steven looked somewhat bothered.

“Yeah, I’d love to,” Jackie said. “Can’t wait to taste you’re home cooking for once.”

“Wish I could,” Steven said. “But I’ve got work tomorrow. My boss is so much onto my tail I can’t even catch a break even during summer.”

“Then it’s us two then,” I said to my sister who started to ramble on about what an asshole Steven’s boss was.

Nonetheless, Jackie showed up at the table the next day. Although it was supposed to be a simple dinner, she’d gotten into a black dress with a pretty revealing front that showed quite a lot of her rather enormous cleavage. Not that I was any bothered by it.

After the dinner and about four glasses of wine each, you can believe we got a bit wasted, though only to the point of pouring our minds out for each other rather than our guts if you get my point.

“Oh, Stevie is better than you think.” Jackie said as we, somehow not entirely without purpose, had ended up on the sex-subject. “He’s finally warmed up to the idea of my having a bigger dick than his, so now we can open the doors to new ways of having fun.” She gigg

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