Brother Dearest - Oneshot

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.