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 couldnât have been more than eight or something, my mom told me that my little sis was a herm (short for hermaphrodite in case you didnât know). Sure, at the time I couldnât 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 whoâd most likely pick on her if they ever knew. Man, I donât know how, but moms have their own ways of telling the future thatâs so accurate that itâs 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, itâs amazing how much one likes a person based solely on their appearance.
Although sheâs my sister, Iâve never really had qualms about looking at her or anything. Donât think she minds either seeing as she knows we canât do anything risky because weâre related.
So this is the story o me and my unusual sister and when I say unusual, I donât 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 donât remember exactly. I mean, details; who needsâem.
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.
âMy fetishes?â She asked when presented with the question. Compared to how it must sound to you whoâre reading this, sheâs not exclaiming or sounding surprised, just casual. Sheâs that type of person with those she trusts. âDunno how to explain that so right of the bat.â She noted and scratched her head. âI guess Iâm sorta into cosplaying; you know; dress up and that shit. And thereâs a tad bit S&M, but not much.â
âSorta into?â Steven cut in. âMore like canât wait to get into another one of those bunny-suits.â He laughed but was rewarded with a slap to the back of his head.
âSays the one getting off to it.