7 Days of Incest/Prologue/Arrive Home

As you continue to ponder how much your sister has grown, you feel a tightness well up within the depths of your pants. And by the time you pull into the driveway of your home, it has become exceptionally uncomfortable.

“Fuck dammit, I really need to jerk off!” You mutter. And what better than to beat off to the image of making that stuck-up-bitch-who-fired-me suck me off in public!

As you slide out of your car with a grimace, you can’t help but glance up at the sky and note how late in the day was. The sun hadn’t set yet, but the burning ball of fire was close enough to the horizon to cast its orange light through the budding branches of the trees on your homestead.

It may be a little bit early, You think while trying to stifle a yawn, But… maybe I could use a little extra shuteye. God knows I need it after the past couple of weeks.

Walking up the porch, your ears can already pick out the dissonant sounds of punk rock blasting from the living room speakers. Hell, you can feel the vibrations rumble up your arm as you grasp the door handle.

“Behind this door lies the horror,” You mutter. A cold shiver runs down your spine at the thought of having to deal with Rose.

The little devil hasn’t always been a thorn in your family's side. As a young girl, she was cheerful, happy, and outgoing, unlike her elder twin. You can't pin down exactly when or why she started to change, but it must've been in middle school. In either case, it quickly became apparent that something was out of place as she started her freshman year of High School.

Darker colors gradually replaced the yellow and pink of her childhood clothes until finally, she only dressed in black, purple, and dark red. But the changes reflected in her behavior as well. The complaints from Rose’s teachers began to pile up too as she sassed and back-talked her way through the school year. But her attitude didn't just stay at school. Once she was confident she could get away with her sass, it didn't take long for Rose's attitude to turn south at home as well. Pretty soon it seemed like she only opened her mouth to argue, insult, or rudely roast another family member.

As the months flew by, you noticed that your sister started to grow out and dye her hair a dark crimson to better fit in with a group of scruffy-looking juniors and seniors. It seemed that the longer she hung with them, the more she began to disregard rules and authority, to the point where she’d often sneak out past curfew to prowl the streets with those new “friends” of hers. Heaven knows your parents don’t know what to do with her.

She’s lucky the manager decided not to press charges that one time she got caught for shoplifting, You muse. And given the many times she’s been escorted home by the police, Rose must be good at hiding or ditching her pot. Ugh; Why does she even hang out with those punks? I hope she never becomes a full member of their "gang" or she'll end up full of ink and pierced from head to toe.

You sigh and rub your temples in exasperation.

Dammit Rose, you'd find yourself a much better match if you'd act just a tad more normal, You think. There’s such a pretty girl underneath that mask of pale skin, smokey makeup, and eyeliner.

You’ve seen that girl before: the twinkle in her bright blue eyes, the way she hides behind her “emo fringe,” and the mischievous smile she wears whenever she thinks nobody is looking. There was a certain devilish charm to her that would make any guy fall head over heels for her... if she’d just bother to stop hiding it.

Especially with how provocatively she dresses, You think, recalling that time during last year’s family reunion when Rose spent an entire day strutting about the cabin in nothing but a low-cut black tank-top and a matching pair of form-fitting yoga pants… much to the disapproval of our elders. There are times where I think that the skimpy rags she wears would make a stripper blush in shame, but I gotta admit... that they do flatter her figure.

Rose's shirts were always cut low enough to reveal the smooth valley between her tits and whenever possible, she keeps her midriff bare to show off the soft curves between her wide hips and small waist. But the sauciest part of her outfits were almost always the tight skirts. When worn on Nichole's body the skirt would immediately slide down. But when worn by Rose, the fabric would hug the contours of her curves to stay stable. And whenever the little devil bends over, the fabric rode up a little and threatened to rip apart to expose the pale and pillowy skin of her ass cheeks.

Fucking hell, my sister has such a thick ass! You think, gushing with amazement. I swear, she can't even wear shorts because she can't get them over her luscious booty! And even if, her butt cheeks would pop out the bottom.

Suddenly, a particularly loud blast of punk rock makes the nearby window rattle.

Damn Rose! Don't level the house! You think, rolling your eyes. She really deserved to be punished. I don't know why Dad hasn't done it yet. It'd be easy... Just bend her over your knee, flip her skirt up, and slap the little brat's exposed ass cheeks as hard as you can. I wonder what it'd be like to discipline her? The satisfying crack when my hand smacks her rump, the jiggling of her soft buns underneath my fingers, her pale skin slowly turning a nice shade of red. She'd yelp and squirm in pain but damn, maybe she'd finally start behaving properly.

The familiar sound of a text message pulls you out of your thoughts.

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