The Things We Do at Home – part 4 by starrynight
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After brother and sister find themselves breaking the ultimate taboo, they have to navigate their lives with the burden of it. , The Things We Do at Home – part 4
An Original true story by Starrynight.
It took me a while to get all the facts straight for this chapter.
Thanks Jessica and Chris.
Hope you enjoy.
A refreshing numbness made Jessica smile as she woke up in the morning, before even opening her eyes. She was in that brief blissful state, moments before consciousness, but when she opened her eyes, her smile quickly evaporated, and the sickening sensation in her stomach returned. She closed her eyes, praying for sleep to take her back, but it was no use, she would have to start the first day of the rest of her life knowing she had sex with her brother.
Chris woke up late, the knot in his stomach from the previous night still there. He wasn’t trembling anymore, the initial shock of his acts worn off, but it did little to help his shame and disgust. He refused to leave his room, taking a quick trip to the bathroom only when it became unbearable. Other than that, he stayed in his room, the thought of his act erasing his appetite.
As Jessica finally dragged herself out of bed, her mind still running, she told herself there was nothing else to do. She went down to eat, but kept to herself all through the day, staying mostly quiet when she was around her mother and uncle. She was relieved when she didn’t run into Chris, and as she came to grab a quick lunch, her mother expressed her worry.
A sickening wave shot through Chris as a knock on his door came that afternoon. He was in bed, mindlessly looking at his phone, and grunted an incoherent approval before the door opened.
“Chris honey, are you okay?” His mother asked worried and looked at him from the door.
“Not feeling too well.” He lied and watched her as she stepped over. She took a seat on the bed next to him, and Chris could smell the scent of her perfume as she put the back of her hand on his forehead.
“Oh dear.” His mother said worried, and Chris found himself glancing at her cleavage. “I don’t think you have a fever.” She said sounding relieved and Chris turned his head away, disgusted with himself.
“I’ll be fine mom; I just need some rest.” He said weakly.
“Do you want me to bring you anything to eat?” she asked, and Chris shook his head. She gave him another studying look, placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder, then left. Chris rubbed his eyes, cursing, and pulled the covers on, hoping to fall asleep.
“Is Chris alright?” Shawn asked around the dinner table, when it was just his sister, niece, and him.
“He’s not feeling well.” Laura said and looked over at her daughter. “Are you feeling alright honey? You’ve been awfully quiet today.” She asked.
“I’m fine mom, just a little tired maybe.” Jessica lied and took a few more bites of dinner. She heard her mother and uncle talk, their voices drowning out, and kept thinking about her brother.
Laying alone in bed, with nothing better to do, Jessica sought out refuge by reading erotica. She wasn’t particularly horny, but she needed the distraction. She started going over sex stories and was hit with a pang of disgust every time there was an incest story about brother and sister. Thinking back to all the incest stories she read, she realized there was no way that any of them were real, even the ones that claimed so. She went over the disgustingly hot tales portrayed there and found herself thinking what people would say about her own life, her own story.
Jessica settled on a more romantic, boy meets girl, story. It was sweet and tender, like young love can be, and as the story progressed, got more intense. She thought about her awkward first time as the story described the couple losing their virginity to each other. It was a long story, and by the time she was done, it was already late, and she was tired.
The following day, after Jessica finished eating breakfast, and as she was climbing up the stairs, she glimpsed her brother entering the bathroom. Her eyes caught his just as he got to the door, and he had a shameful expression as he quickly vanished inside. Jessica sighed to herself, a flush creeping to her face, and entered her room, wondering what she could do.
Chris’s shame, though somewhat lesser, was still burning inside him on the second day. It was two days since his sister and he did the unthinkable, and it still made his stomach churn. Yesterday, he didn’t leave his room unless he absolutely had to, and he had gone down to grab something to eat only when it was late. Today, he knew he had to eat, and waited until his sister was back in her room before he climbed down the stairs.
“Are you feeling better sweetie?” Laura asked her son as he walked into the kitchen.
“Yeah, a little better.” Chris said in a hoarse voice and made for the fridge.
“Good, I’m glad.” Laura said with a sympathetic smile and studied her son as he made himself breakfast. They sat in silence around the table as Chris ate, Laura going over some old newspaper recipe clippings. She looked up occasionally, studying her son, but said nothing, only glad that he was feeling better.
Jessica finally built up the nerve and went back to reading incest stories. She still could not bring herself to read brother and sister stories, but she did find that her libido was back to itself as she read a story about two cousins having sex. She played with herself, touched and fingered, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as her first orgasm hit her, making her toes curl under the covers.
Chris knew he would have to face his sister eventually and decided it was better to do it sooner than later. His heart raced and his face flushed as he climbed down the stairs for dinner that evening. His sister was already sitting at the table, and the knot in his stomach tightened as she looked up at him.
“Feeling better champ?” Uncle Shawn asked as his nephew took a seat.
“A little.” Chris croaked and looked at his sister from the edge of his vision. He talked little, but ate quite a bit, realizing that he barely ate anything over the past day. He nodded his approval once or twice, grunted it a third time, and quickly made his way up to his room when they were finished.
Jessica was nervous as she stood outside her brother’s room later that night. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a size too big, and loose yoga shorts. She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. She waited for an answer, but nothing came so she took a deep breath and knocked again, a little louder.
“Yeah.” Chris squeaked nervously as someone knocked on his door. He put down his phone and watched the door opening. When he saw his sister standing there, a small wave of nausea hit him. “Jess, please go.” He said in a weak, tired voice.