While They Were Gone [Straight, Incest]

Story by Silvant

This is my first story, finally finished. Hope you enjoy ^-^.

(Warning: Its quite long)

Maxwell awoke to a loud knocking on his door, his body feeling heavy. "Master Maxwell, your parents will be departing on their trip soon," Roland, a butler employed at their mansion, exclaimed. "I heard you!" the boy said from under his blankets. Max was definitely not a morning person, no matter what anyone said. He rubbed his eyes slowly as he sat up to look at the clock on his desk. 9:30.....a little earlier than usual, but then again today is the day he had been waiting for. He slowly got up from his bed and looked out into the luscious garden ahead of him. He loved to look out the trees and flowers in the morning and is the exact reason his chose this room, out of all the rooms in the manor, to live in. After taking in the glorious image, he walked over to his bathroom to start the day.

He went through the normal routine of brushing his teeth, washing his face, and fixing his ruffled hair. He looked at himself in the mirror, his black bangs still looking rather unkempt and his hazel eyes. his physique rather slimmer than the other seventeen year olds at his high school, mostly due to the diet he has been raised on. Schooling was one thing that he had been able to negotiate with his parents. Max hated being looked on with envy whenever he wanted to go out and just explore the city he was raised in, usually confined to the large 5-acre home he had become accustomed to.

He walked to his large closet, picking a plain black shirt and jeans from the many options he could have chosen from and lays the clothes on the bed. He walks into his bathroom and strips before entering the shower. The hot water hitting his chest, he closed his eyes and sighed, letting the water roll down his skin. After a few minutes, he took a towel from a nearby rack and dried off, leaving his hair for last. He then fitted the towel around his waist and walked back into his chambers, expecting some time to cool down, only to find his sister Lucia sitting on his bed.

Lucia was only half a year older than Max, but whenever a chance came to flaunt her superiority, she always grabbed it. Lucia looked nothing like him aside from the hazel eyes. Her hair was a sandy blonde, around three inches below her shoulders. Much like himself, she was slim and had her skin gave off a healthy glow. She looked as if she had also just recently awoken; wearing a long black silk nightgown that barely covered her C-cup breast. When Max and Lucia were small they would talk about everything, whether it was big or small. They only stopped communicating about a year or so, when Max went to get her help with some math work he had due soon.

He walked into her room where she was casually reading on her bed, apparently having not noticed him. He moved to a nearby dresser and knocked on it mildly. Lucia had jumped up, flustered for some odd reason, and glared at him. She had screamed at him from the top of her lungs to get out, causing a rush of servants to come in and check on her. She had regained her composure and spoke in her normal soft voice, but had received suspicious looks from the staff for the rest of the day. He tried to ask her why she reacted like she did, but she avoided him the rest of the day, dodging the question and pretending she was busy. After that point, they just dropped out of each other's lives, only hearing about what the other did when their parents asked them while they were having dinner, although that too was a rare occasion.

He jumped back a little, Lucia being the last person he would expect to be in his room. "W-h-h-y are you in here," he exclaimed. Although he would usually be glad that she had come to talk, but this was a rather uncomfortable situation for him to be in. She shushes and whispers to him, "Close the door." He was still quite confused at why she was there, but did as he was told. He quietly closed the door and took a seat on the chair near his desk. "So why the surprise visit," he asked rather questioningly,

"Mom and dad are leaving for their trip to Japan soon and we should be getting ready to see them off, and judging by your appearance, they won't be pleased." As he said that, she gave herself a small glance, her facial expression one of dismay. She seemed like she was thinking of something, but shook her head and dismissed it.

"What I do and how long I take to do it is of no concern to you. More importantly, there is something we must discuss." She was walking toward Max as she talked. There was something different about her today. She had always been somewhat of a moody person. She could change from completely cold, her words pricking him like thorns on a rose, to moderately kind al

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