7 Days of Incest/Prologue/Drive Home

That smug bitch! You think as you grab your jacket and slam the door behind you. Why did she smile like that? Did she enjoy making me feel like an ant under her boot? In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if humiliating others gets her off…

Then it dawned on you. The order… changing how she wanted her steak five different times... only diced onions on the left side of the plate, mashed potatoes and gravy on the right — you had even rearranged it after the chef mixed it up — No spices on the medium rare steak, and bottled water with just one quarter slice of lemon. It was like she was trying to sabotage me! The fucking witch was just waiting for a single mistake, even a tiny one. And then I even showed her my blind side.

You slide into your car, turn the key in the ignition, and pull out of the parking lot.

Man, it fucking sucks having to work, you think. You pour your heart and soul into a job only to get tossed to the side like a used napkin. If only I didn’t have to…

Suddenly, a little girl with blond curls darts into the middle of the road. Startled out of your brooding frustration, you honk and slam on the breaks as hard as you can. The girl freezes in fear and stares at you like a deer in the headlights as your car comes screetching to a stop just a few inches before the girl. Then, she shakes her head and skips across to the other side of the road, as if nothing had ever happened. What the fuck?

“The little brat didn't even care that she could've been killed!” You mutter to yourself as you take your foot off the brake, “Life must be so much easier if you don’t worry about anything…”

...Almost like Bayley, Despite all the twisted shit that happened to you today, a smile spreads across your face at the thought of your youngest sister. The little whirlwind has no worries or responsibilities. She just lives each day from moment to moment and does whatever she wants.

Whenever you came home, the first thing your baby sister would do is to give you a nice big glomp. She'd squeeze herself tightly against you and bury her blonde head into your chest. Despite her tiny stature, she is a bundle of compressed energy, and she can easily knock you down when she gets excited enough to run at you with full force.

When left to her own devices, Bayley bounces around the house and yard all day long, somehow unable to satisfy her body’s instinctual urge to move. And with all that pent-up energy, it was only natural that she’d have a knack for sports. Baseball, Basketball, Soccer, Tennis… you name it, she’d play it with unparalleled enthusiasm. But of all the countless sports she’d played and hold her own in, Bayley excelled at running. Last year, she tried out for the school track team and quickly became one of the rising stars, scoring first place in both the 100-meter and 400-meter dash.

Her seemingly limitless energy doesn’t just affect her athleticism; it bleeds into her personality, giving her a cheerful disposition and a sense of optimism that both brightens the room she’s in and lifts the spirits of those nearby. Combined with her developing sense of curiosity, and her desire to trust and please others, it's not surprising in the least that she finds it easy to make friends.

Though sometimes, you have to ask yourself how anyone could stand your sister's constant babbling. Bayley’s mouth runs like a motorboat, making it nearly impossible for anyone to get a word in edgewise. And if they don't try to answer at all, she'd cross her arms, stamp her feet, and pout at them for not listening. But that cute look of hers doesn't last for long; as soon as something else catches her attention, Bayley's thoughts would move on without her.

Maybe you adore Bayley so much because she always manages to cheer you up. Or maybe her small stature combined with the naivety that sparkles within her blue-grey eyes give her a sense of innocence that you have long since lost. Or perhaps there’s a part of you that simply thinks that her freckled face, short strawberry-blonde curls were absolutely adorable.

You can still clearly remember what she looked like last year: Her smooth, tanned skin still shimmering from recent sweat, your sister jogs forward and accepts the trophy from the referee, before bouncing onto the winners' podium. Turning towards the cheering crowd, she yanks the huge trophy above her head and jumps up and down. Her tiny, tits jiggling gently underneath her tight shirt as her nipples poke through the damp fabric, much to the delight of many of the visitors and photographers.

Those sleazy scumbags! You rage. They should be ashamed of themselves for ogling my baby sister! She's too young to be dressed down by those perverts! Why, if only I could protect her from the lustful stares of men; I'd cup her innocent breasts and shield them from the world! Oh her sweet... pillowy little... mounds...

“Dammit, not again!” You mutter. Shaking your head in despair at your lewd thoughts, you roll down the window in hopes that a blast of cold air could distract you.

After a few deep breaths, you roll to a halt at the next traffic light. As you sit there waiting for it to turn green, you glance down at your dashboard. To your chagrin, the fuel gauge was hovering just above the red E.

Stop for Gas