"Aha!" you shout as you shove open the door and jump into the room. You look around to drink in the glorious image of your sexy older sister... doing pushups on the floor?
Sam jumped to her feet. "What the fuck are you doing in my room, Peewee?" Wow, she looks angry. Her face was already flushed from the exertion she was apparently putting her body through, and it was growing even redder.
“I want a word with you,” you snarl back. “Some big sister you are. A really lousy role model for the rest of us.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam spat back.
“You know what Mum’s always told us,” you state. “About how we always keep our word to each other. How we’re family and we should stick together at all times. You know the drill. You’ve heard it many times before, especially after each of Mum’s boyfriends walked out on her and us.”
“I – we –a joke,” Sam stammered. “I – I can’t – not – not with you.”
“Why not?” you ask your half-sister. “Who else better than family? Least with me, unlike all those bastards who knocked Mum up, I’d still be here. I wouldn’t walk out on you, sis.”
“It’s – it’s wrong!” she cried. “Taboo! Incest! Sin!”
“Tell that to Mum,” you shrug. “She likes sex. Why else would number five be on the way? Especially after so long since I was born. You think she waited all that time for no reason? Mum knows she’s fertile as hell. And she was what, eighteen or so when she got knocked up with you? We don’t know who fathered you on her. Hell, it could even be family. The only ones we talk to are Aunt Karen and cousins Nancy and Gwen. And even Karen’s knocked up right now! Eight months pregnant just like Mum! Just like her! Hell, as close as Mum and Karen are, it could have been the same guy in a threesome!”
“Shut up!” Sam yelled. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re making my argument for me! I will not fuck around! I will not be Mum and Aunt Karen!”
“It wouldn’t be fucking around,” you growl back. “I told you – I wouldn’t leave you or anyone else in this family. I won’t be the bastards who dropped us all on Mum.”
“Anyone else?” Sam paled, looking at you. “Oh God. You want to fuck all of us. You – you are such a pervert.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” you smirk. “But you need to understand something, Sam. I won’t force anyone. I love you all too much to do that. It will be consensual. Absolutely- friggin’ consensual.”
“And cheating to have sex with me is consensual?” the redhead retorted.
“You said there were two rules,” you say. “Anything goes and it would be over as soon as one side gave up. I stopped when you called uncle and tickling may not be a martial art or any kind of fighting style, but it met the criteria. You’re criteria, not mine.”
“Dammit, Max,” Sam hissed. “It’s still not right! I – I can’t just… Not like this!”
“Tell you what, sis,” you say, feeling some compassion for your sister. “Think it over. Give it some time. If you decide you’re willing and ready, you know where I live. If not,” you shrug, “I’ll know where you stand from now on.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, tears welling in her green eyes.
You turn to the door, ready to walk out of the room.
“What’s the supposed to mean?” Sam repeated loudly.
“I trust my family. I love my family,” you say over your shoulder. “You gave your word. Your bond of trust.”
With that you stride out of the room, closing the door behind you, quickly followed by an anguished cry of “Bastard!”
You pause, thinking over what you said to your big sister. Regret already begins to crowd your mind. You know you laid it on thick, thicker than was fair.
“Shit,” you curse. You look back at Sam’s door, scowling. The walls of the house were thick, but her screams are audible, if somewhat muffled. She’s your sister, mate, you think. How could you do that to her? Dammit. You shake your head. You’re still pissed over her behavior and she’s pissed at you. She wouldn’t listen, not right now. No matter how well intentioned an apology might be. Later. It would have to be later after you’ve both calmed down. You sigh, making for the stairs. Time to get started on the chores. The lawn won’t mow itself.
“Hey, Max. What’s up with Sam?”
You look up abruptly into… |