/in/ - Incest

>>1037

> Halloween is tonight. She hasn't shut up about it since the first.

> I tell her that I really think I'm too old for trick or treating.

> "Loosen up, hardass. Having fun won't kill you." She says

> Fine.

> Play a lot of STALKER

> Have a lot of milsurp stuff from my days of airsofting

> Was a STALKER for Halloween

>Cheeki breeki iv damke blyat.

> Cyka

> She throws on some of my old surplus shit too and we set off with one of M's friends.

> Little nerdy black girl named Sarah. More on her later.

> We go trick or treating for a few hours and manage to take enough candy to kill a million diabetics.

> My big ass ALICE pack is full, her duffel is filled.

> Mission accomplished.

> Go home to divide the take between us.

> Parents are volunteering at the church's Halloween party. Won't be home until like 11.

> We undress and put on our bed clothes

> She's wearing an oversized Carhartt button up and panties.

> She barges into my room and tells me to bring my bag to her room.

> Never been in there before.

> Walk into this bizarro dream realm, it would seem.

> Typical teenager room; posters, clothes all over the floor. But her bed's got pink sheets and is covered with stuffed animals.

> I can't read her at all sometimes.

> As we're sitting there, I keep catching her staring at me.

> Decide to call her on it eventually.

> She just laughs and says sorry.

> A bit later we're listening to Weezer.

> Sayyyyyy it ain't soooooooo

> We start singing along, being loud assholes.

> Song ends, Marcy stands up and goes to change it.

> "Anon, you wanna pick the next song?"

> I get up and browse through her playlists, she's standing between me and dresser the iPod is sitting on.

> Pressed up against me

> Look at the artists, nothing but weird emo shitmusic

> Although I'd eventually come to love Trophy Scars and Escape the Fate because of her, I scroll on.

> Wait, fucking Smashing Pumpkins.

> 1 Song

> 19-mother-fucking-79.

> The song I had my first slow dance to.

> The song I asked my first girlfriend out to.

> My sister is a patrician

> Play that shit so quick.

> "Awesome choice, anon. I love this song."

> She sits down on her bed and closes her eyes and sings along.

> The only light in the room is from the Christmas lights hanging over her mirror.

> She's singing this song that already holds so much meaning to me, but now it's even more dear to me because of her.

> Her face and the entire room are bathed in this neon blue light.

> She stops singing and looks at me with those big doe eyes.

>"You're the best big brother a girl could ask for."

> Hnng for the billionth time this month.

> She hugs me and smiles.

> My heart melts.

> I whisper "I love you." to her.

>"I love you too, anon."

> She kisses me on the cheek and rests her head against my chest.

> She looks at me again.

> Feels like an eternity until she finally says something.

> "I'm so glad you're my big brother."

> That's it.

> I can't wait any longer.

> Move in to kiss her on the lips.

> But she beats me to it.

> She kisses me for a few seconds, maybe five or six.

> When we break, she says sorry.

> "There's nothing to be sorry about."

> I kiss her again. Longer this time.

> She doesn't pull away.

> We break the kiss and I see that she's actually crying a little.

> I ask her what's wrong

> She says "I know you didn't mean that."

> She's still gripping my shirt collar in her hands.

> I say "I'm not the type to lie. I meant every bit of that."

> She starts fucking bawling.

> Crying into my shirt, sniffling and telling me how much she loves me.

> She thought she grossed me out, that's why I acted so weird around her.

> I tell her I only act weird around her because I like her and I'm just an awkward moron.

> Waterworks once again

> Sobbing, telling me I'm her best friend, telling me she loves me so much, that she's actually happy that I'm here for her.

> When she's done crying, she asks if I want to watch scary movies.

> Fuck yes, nigga.

> We spend the rest of the night watching horror movies, cuddling and making out (to the best of our abilities. That kiss was both of our first kisses).

> Kind of just smashing our faces together, but I still loved it.

> We finish The Hills Have Eyes and she falls asleep with her head on my chest.

> I fall asleep too because it's late and I'm tired.

> Family comes home, sees us asleep, cuddling on the couch.

> They think it's so sweet that we're so close.

>>1038

A quick note. This is going to be less of a thread about our sexual exploits, more of a story about our relationship in general.

This is the point where we begin taking our relationship seriously. I start learning more about her past, and what I'm hearing ain't pretty.

Her father was the worst part.

> Watched her father rape her mother repeatedly.

> He abused Marcy, burned her with cigarettes and hit her.

> Would tell her that he'd kill her one day.

> Scumbag disappears one day after leaving her in the middle of a mall alone at the age of 6.

> Naturally, she's a little depressed and a wee bit sensitive. She hides it by acting happy most of the time.

Back to the story.

> November 2011

> We're together one Wednesday night. Parents and kids are at church.

> We're at home because we're hardcore :^)

> Read: we wanted to fool around and be kids.

> I'm fucking around with her; tickling her, carrying her around, wrestling with her. Trying to show her a good time.

> At one point we're dancing in the living room.

> She's laughing this beautiful, innocent laugh.

> We start doing dumb, potentially deadly shit because lol we're invincible.

> I decide to jump from the roof outside her window and onto the trampoline.

> Do it because I'm fucking stupid and I think it'll impress her.

> Like any sensible human, she thinks it's a bad idea.

> Fall 10 feet, bounce off, and go flying into the brush screaming like an air raid siren.

> From alpha to omega in 5 seconds flat.

> Johnny Knoxville would be ashamed of me.

> Hit the ground 15 feet away, I'm lucky I didn't hit a fucking tree because my fat ass shot straight for the woods.

> "Oh, fuck! Anon!" She screams from her window.

> I'm laying there taking great care not to move because I feel like I broke my back. My legs are cold and I can't move them.

> I hear her walking down the back steps, saying "He fucking killed himself, oh my God."

> "I'm not dead!"

> She rushes to me and takes one look at me and dies laughing.

> Wut

> I look at myself, finally.

> My back isn't broken, but I'm not wearing any pants now.

> They fell off when I was screaming through the air like an eagle.

> A fat, clumsy, developmentally challenged eagle.

> Fuck. My. Life.

> She locates the pants and tosses them at me, still laughing.

> She snorts mid laugh and she goes quiet.

> Ten seconds of silence.

> We both bust out laughing.

Fast forward to Friday.

> It's cold as fuck outside, cold as fuck inside.

> I've gotta get blood drawn for something.

> Doctor can't find a vein because I'm dehydrated to hell and fat.

> He decides to pull blood from an artery in my wrist

> That shit kills, and they take way too much blood.

> I swear to God that everything looked like shades of grey and I felt like I was hearing through a tunnel.

> Now I'm home watching Wife Swap (shut the fuck up). Marcy is giving me shit for being woozy.

> I'm in a bad mood because I'm a stubbed toe away from dying of blood loss.

> Decide to just give in and sleep. I don't give a fuck if I don't wake up, I'm tired.

> Sleep for 6 hours. Manage to not die.

> Wake up, Marcy is still by my side.

> Didn't want to leave me until she was sure I was okay.

> She spent six hours worrying about my sorry ass.

> Spend the rest of the night playing Red Dead Redemption and cuddling with her.

>>1039

The next day.

> I wake up and she's in my bedroom, asleep on the floor again.

> The entire day she's really affectionate. More so than any other day before.

> Hugging me, telling me she loves me, whenever we're alone she'll kiss me and run her hands through my hair.

> I can't state how awesome that made me feel.

> Day turns to night. We're out walking around town. > We're about a half mile from home, at the playground by the elementary school.

> I'm pushing her on the swing.

> She's got on her middle school softball hoodie and a rainbow colored beanie because it's fucking freezing.

> She gets up and comes over to me.

> We start kissing.

> It gets heavy.

> She bites on my neck a little, I had this gigantic hickey on my neck for a few days after.

> My hand starts wandering

> Brushes her breast on accident.

> I say sorry

> "You can touch me, anon. I don't care."

> She gives me that warm, innocent smile.

> Grab her right tit.

> She's not wearing a bra

> Firm, round and heavy. I'd wager to say they were B Cups.

> First time I've ever felt a breast.

> I pinch her nipple, she bites her lip and whines "oh, fuck…"

> She tells me to stop for a bit.

> K

> She takes my hand and puts it on her thigh.

> Feeling a little bold, I start moving my hand toward her pussy.

> She stops me.

> "Not here, anon. Take me home and we can do this there."

> I grab her hand and sprint home faster than an inner city urban youth running from the store he just peacefully protested.

> Think I'm about to get laid

> By my fucking step sister.

> She drags me into her room

> Before we're even inside she's got her tongue in my mouth.

> At this point I'm diamond hard. All these months of fantasizing and it's actually happening.

> She takes her jeans off and she's wearing these blue and pink striped panties.

>>1040

> I know what to do! Porn taught me!

> I hook my fingers on her waistband and slide them down her pale legs.

> She lays back on the bed and looks at me with this look of uncertainty on her face.

> Shit. Now I have to pretend to be confident.

> Get my face right up to her pussy and give it a good look.

> big thick lips, only slightly darker than the rest of her.

> Little patch of auburn pubic hair, too. She never shaved until she turned 16.

> I slowly push my middle finger in and swirl it around inside her for the first time.

> Holy fuck is this girl tight. I felt like my circulation was cut off.

> She's dripping wet inside. Huge confidence boost.

> She moans a little, sounds more like a whimper.

> Tells me that it feels so good, don't stop, yadda yadda.

> I happily oblige.

> We go about this for ten more minutes and she still hasn't came yet.

> I'm getting frustrated, because I figure I'm doing it wrong.

> I ask her if she's having a good time and she just nods and moans more.

> Fuck me this isn't working.

> Initiate phase muthafuggen deuce.

> Pull my finger out and decide to start eating her out.

> Oh boy, does she respond to that.

> She throws her head back and screams my name.

> I put my hand over her mouth, go "What the fuck, Marcy? You know mom and dad are home, right?"

> "Sorry!" She whispers, "it just felt so fucking good."

> "Wait here a sec."

> "Okay! Hurry, though."

> I stand up and go put some music in my room

> And in a blinding fury of stupidity, I lock my door and close it.

> That'll fool em. They'll hear my music, see the door is locked, and everything will work out.

> Go back into Marcy's room, lock her door and put some music on.

> Would have picked 1979 again, but she had Nightcall.

> She's on the bed, surrounded by stuffed animals and playing with herself while staring at me with nothing but lust.

> There's a part where I'm supposed to feel bad about the corruption of innocence or some shit, but I'm too horny to care.

>>1041

> Start eating her out again, she's jerking around and begging me to keep going.

> It's at this point that I take note of how she tastes.

> Sweet, a little sharp but overall sweet.

> Weirdest thing I've ever tasted.

> I figure I'm doing something right by the reaction I'm getting.

> But again, after 10 minutes, she won't cum.

> I stop and ask her if she's feeling like she's close.

> She says yes, although I'm not licking her in the right place.

> "Where should I do it?"

> She takes her clit in between two of her fingers and says "it always feels good when I touch there."

> I flick my tongue across it and she loses her mind.

> "Anon don't fucking stop, right there, right there…"

> Keep going, she fucking loves it.

> I can feel her legs tensing as she's getting closer.

> After five minutes she says she's coming.

> I take her clit in my mouth and suck, lick, do everything I can think to do and she goes over the edge.

> Kicking, moaning, squealing and closing her legs around my head.

> I can't breathe because I've got a face full of pussy.

> When she comes down she's laughing and there's this glow on her face that I'll never forget.

> "Oh my God, anon that was SO fun."

> She kisses me for a few seconds. Not trying to hide the fact that she wants to taste herself.

> We lay together for a few minutes and I wonder if it's just her night to receive or…

> Nope.

> She reaches down and is fishing my cock out of my jeans.

> I'm so hard that I can feel every heartbeat pulse through my dick.

> She starts playing with it and smiling, being really playful.

> I can tell she's nervous because she won't stop talking and giggling.

> I tell her to relax.

> She says she's sorry, and that it's her first time with a boy.

> I tell her to just jerk me off.

> "But that's not fair to you, anon. You did mouth stuff to me, I wanna try it on you."

> And just when I thought I couldn't get any harder…

>>1042

> I tell her to go ahead and try if she wants.

> I wish I could say she blew me like an expert, but that'd be a lie.

> She couldn't fit me into her mouth all the way. Just the tip was inside. I ain't long, I'm thick.

> She tries not using teeth, but they scrape occasionally.

> I tell her just to lick the head and leave the shaft alone.

> She does.

> That soft, wet tongue on my cock…fucking beautiful.

> Those amazing little wet noises coming from the corners of her mouth.

> I'm already leaking precum and about ready to cum.

> Tell her

> She just smiles and pulls her hoodie off.

> She's still wearing that hat though.

> Oh my god those tits look huge on her

> Inch diameter pink, puffy nipples.

> I'm getting blown by my step sister, she's naked.

> If this means I'm going to hell, it's worth it.

> I tell her that I'm coming, she pulls me out and I shoot all over her chin and tits.

> I mean, I COVERED her.

> She laughs again and tells me that I came way more than she expected.

> She wipes herself off with her sweatshirt.

> I ask if she had fun and she says that she's wet again.

> Eat her out and have her blow me a few more times before we both fall asleep, naked in her bed.

> Wake up the next morning around 9 thinking last night was a dream.

> Quickly realize that it wasn't because Marcy is lying on top of me, naked.

> Oh fuck. I locked my room last night…

> As I'm sliding out of bed, Marcy wakes up.

> "Anon? Where ya goin'?"

> "my fucking door is locked and I need to get in before mom, dad or my grandma come up here."

> "Anon, it's Sunday. They're at church with the younger kids. Stay with me please?"

> I let my hand fall from the doorknob and I crawl back into bed with her.

> She puts her arm across my chest and kisses me.

> "You're the bestest brother ever."

> I later have to kick my door open naked while Marcy laughs from the sideline.

>>1043

November was fun, now that we were really exploring each other. Still, there were two things I wanted more than anything right then. 1: to have sex with Marcy, and 2: to have a future with her. I would achieve number one at the same time I announced my intention to carry out number two. Think less romantic, more awkward and sad.

> Christmas break

> We've got this routine now where Marcy will come into my room at night, we'll give each other head, and then fall asleep together.

> One night when we're done, she asks if I'm a virgin.

> Tell her that I only had one girlfriend before, she was a Mormon. So yes, I am.

> She says that she is too, never had a boyfriend until now.

> Until now.

> Blew my mind that she thought of me as her boyfriend.

> "Why do you ask?"

> She bites her lip and says "Come here."

> Our tongues are in each other's mouths in a split second.

> No fucking way this is happening to me. Fat nerds don't get to have sex with hot girls.

> She grabs on my cock and starts jerking it while making out with me.

> She's moaning into my mouth.

> I'm hard as a fucking rock.

> She says that she's wet.

> It's fucking happening.

> Wait, wait, wait.

> Nope.

> I came all over the fucking place from the very thought of it.

> Shamefur dispray

> She lets out a little sigh and says that we'll try again tomorrow.

> "I'm tired, anon. Goodnight, bro."

> "Night."

> Fall asleep frustrated and extremely ashamed of myself.

>>1044

> When I wake up the next morning, Marcy is still in my bed, asleep.

> I feel like shit because of my incident last night.

> The entire day I'm kind of depressed.

> Marcy decides that when night comes, she'll make me feel better.

> We decide to get blitzkrieg hammered in the basement and have Sarah come over. Parents don't give a shit because they're shit parents.

> These girls are absolutely fucking adorable when they're drunk.

> No, we don't end up having a three way.

> Sarah and Marcy are playing some stupid drinking game, I'm watching tv, but listening to them.

> I'm drinking straight whiskey because 'muh manly drink'.

> The game was take a shot every time someone says "Never have I ever done (action here)" and they have done that action.

> Ex; never have I ever farted in public

> Anyone who has takes a shot.

> Anyway, Sarah hits Marcy with "never have I ever kissed a boy."

> Marcy takes a shot.

> They're both nerdy 14 year old girls, so it was kinda surprising to Sarah.

> Sarah asks who.

> I look over at Marcy and she waves and blows me a kiss.

> "Oh my god no way! He's your brother!"

> Marcy just laughs and says "That's not all we've done." And does the dumb eyebrow thing.

> Sarah looks like she might pass out, she's breathing so heavily.

> She looks at me and bites her lip.

> If I wasn't such a pussy, I'd have tried to fuck them both.

> They manage to get each other fucked up by 9.

> Again, they're both nerdy 14 year old virgins. So their idea of a good night of drinking is a little tame.

> They entertain themselves by trying to walk across the basement without stumbling and quoting cartoons in funny voices.

> I'm just now getting a buzz going. I'm playing guitar like a fucking idiot, but they seem to enjoy my playing.

> My inner STALKER is pleased.

> Marcy gets it in her head that she wants me to paint her nails and Sarah says she wants it too.

> I've done it a few times so eh what the hell right?

> plus I've got a thing for feet.

> While I'm doing Marcy's, she's saying shit in my ear and kissing me.

> "I want you to be my first, anon."

> "When we do it, I want you to scream my name."

> "I'm yours anon, all yours."

> Whatever her drunken brain can conjure up to get me going.

>>1045

> It's working.

> Later that night, after we're done in the basement, Marcy and I fuck off to her room while Sarah showers.

> "I wanted this last night, but we didn't do it right. I don't want to fuck, anon. I want to make love."

> Fugg

> Lying on Marcy's bed, she's wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of my T Shirts, I'm frisky from a night of drunken flirting with 2 Qt3.14's.

> I am benis.

> My revenge is begin.

> Within seconds I'm on her.

> Making out furiously.

> She's moaning under me like she's cumming already.

> I won't let the same thing happen twice. I will have sex with this girl.

> I start working her panties down with my free hand and she's really digging how dominant I'm being.

> She ends up on top of me after a bit.

> She's straddling me, and I can feel how wet she is.

> Thisisit.exe

> She tells me to be gentle.

> "Will it hurt you?" I ask

> "Yes, but I want you to hurt me, anon."

> Oh sheeeeiiiiiittttt

> She slowly eases herself down onto my dick.

> She's so tight, but the wetness helps a little.

> Suddenly hit her hymen and she looks at me with tears in her eyes.

> I say that there's no turning back.

> She grabs my face, looks me in the eyes.

> "Please hurt me, anon. I want this."

> Hearing those words exit that girl's mouth set off something in me that I didn't know I had.

> This feeling of guilt and lust I've never felt before or since.

> I push in, and slowly take my sister's virginity.

>>1046

> I swear that I heard the pop, but that could be my memory being wrong.

> She closes her eyes tightly and grits her teeth in pain.

> I pull her into a hug and hold her while she cries.

> I am now a man, she is now a woman.

> When the pain calms down some, she leans back up and kinda moves her hips a little.

> We both moan at the feeling.

> I'm still hard, but after a day of fapping, I'm miles away from orgasm.

> I push up on her a little and watch her bounce.

> She whimpers and moans my name.

> "Oh my fuck, that kinda hurts." She says

> I ease up a little.

> After a bit we've got a good tempo going, she's loving it. I'm blown away by the fact that I'm getting laid.

> She cums and screams my name while scratching my chest with her nails.

> I'm still going, but getting close.

> Tell her

>."Don't do it in me. My stomach, anon, on my stomach."

> Roger that.

> Pull out, cum GALLONS on this poor girl and immediately the guilt sets in.

> Because I realize that I am surrounded by stuffed animals, with my kinda slow step sister underneath me drenched in my DNA.

> She sees the guilt on my face and asks what's up.

> Tell her I feel guilty about it. Like I've fucked up our friendship.

> She says "Shut up. We wanted this, anon."

> Good enough for me.

> We fall asleep but Sarah wakes us up when she comes in.

> She says nothing, just lays and stares at us.

> Girl is weird but eh, she's still cute.

> And completely ok with us being the way we are.

> We all watch movies until morning. Sarah leaves, and Marcy and I run back up to her room and rut like beasts for the rest of the morning.

>We decide to share the basement after that. We give the little kids our rooms.

> We start sleeping together every night.

>>1047

The next day.

> Laying in bed with her.

> She's running her finger in a circle around my chest.

> I look at her

> She looks at me.

> She looks away and giggles.

> I ask "What?"

> "I'm sorry anon, I get nervous when you look at me."

> "Good nervous or bad nervous?"

> "Good nervous."

> She kisses me.

> I finally nut up and decide to tell her how I feel

> "I'm in love with you."

> She smiles ear to ear and starts cheering.

> "You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that to you, Marcy."

> "I feel the same way, anon."

> Rest of the day is like the first days all over again. That "holy shit, I'm in love." Feeling

And it continues to make me feel guilty as fuck. Maybe I didn't explain it well enough, but Marcy's on a different plane of existence than us. A hard childhood and no good father figure will fuck you up. I grew up fatherless and ended up becoming a bully and a cold hearted dickhead, as well as a pervert. She was basically a child, clinging on to whoever would take her. Mom and dad were never home, my grandma was often taking care of my great grandma and Marcy and I were often the only ones home.

I was all she had, so she clung to me.

I ain't a good guy, and I'm not just saying that. Back then I was a massive piece of shit. I didn't have a single friend except my best friend, but he was half a country away. I too was alone. We found each other, I guess. Two fuck ups, in love and out to make up for our pasts. It's romantic if you ignore the fact that we're related.

I'll be going through the feelsy shit now, because that's what I wanted to get to more than anything. A lot of folks don't get the other side of incest. It's fucked up, and it's way more emotionally taxing than a normal relationship. I don't doubt that there's a few families where that isn't the case, but it was for Marcy and I.

> Good feels, bad feels. In no order whatsoever.

>>1048

> Marcy has been feeling like shit because she's sick.

> She's staying at home, and I bring her homework from school every day, and we sit and do it together. > No sex, just existing together. But damn, did I want her.

> I don't even do my homework. I just help her because she's my only real friend.

> One night we're doing her history homework and she just breaks down crying.

> I'm the big brother, so I hug her and ask her what's wrong.

> She rolls up her sleeve and there's this cluster of nasty looking cuts.

> I go to grab the first aid kit, but she stops me.

> "Anon, I did this."

> "Why?"

> "I'm depressed, and I do this when I'm depressed."

> I go to the bathroom and grab her some bandages and peroxide. I was 15, my first aid knowledge was shit.

> I really don't want to tell mom or dad.

> She tells me that it's really just a cry for help.

> Turns out she's terribly depressed because she thinks I'm leaving her like her father did.

> She thinks that being home from being sick is making me feel like she doesn't like me anymore.

> I tell her that that's bullshit.

> I tell her that I still love her to death.

> I tell her I'd never leave her.

> Fatal mistake number one: I promised something I couldn't deliver. It'll bite me in the ass later.

> She perks up and starts talking about what we'll do in the future.

> Move out, buy a farm, raise a family. Storybook shit. I'm happy that she would even think about being with me that long.

> I got her to smile, so I'm feeling better.

> Finish her work and watch TV the rest of the night while nursing the cuts.

>>1049

> One night we're drunk, me a little more than her.

> I'm doing the whole "glass of scotch, jazz, and staring out the window" bit.

> Mad at her because she stole my phone earlier in the day and hid it from me for hours.

> She's more of a happy drunk.

> She keeps bugging me by talking at me in a baby voice.

> Can't stay mad at her.

> Whatever bad vibes I had earlier are completely gone.

> We retreat to the basement, lay down on the bed, she talks and talks.

> I let her because I get real nasty when I'm intoxicated.

> She asks if I think I'll be able to go to her show in a few days (she was a drama kid, and they were doing sketch comedy).

> My friends wanted to go fuck around in an abandoned house that night. I made plans before she told me.

> Drunken honesty, I tell her about my prior engagement.

> She gets sad and rolls over before going to sleep.

> Doesn't even say goodnight. I really upset her.

> Friday night, Marcy's show. I'm in the basement of an old farmhouse outside town fucking around with my dumb nerd friends.

> Trying to piss off ghosts.

> Only thing that happens is a bolt falls off a shelf and an old boot shows up from seemingly nowhere.

> My friend brings up Marcy, says she should be here since she's into ghosts and paranormal shit.

> Feel guilty as fuck.

> Decide to hitch a ride to the high school.

> Luckily not everybody in town is Ed Gein. And they know me.

> Get a ride from one of the PTA moms on her way to the show.

> I show up just in time to find a seat near the front.

> She comes out on stage to do her first sketch.

> Sees me in the crowd.

> Smiles at me, mouths "Thank you so much.", and does her bit.

> I said before that this girl is hilarious, I wasn't lying.

> She takes this shitty bit, written by a student who thinks he's the next Gabriel Iglesias, and manages to bring people to tears by improvising and using her natural weirdness.

> It was a sketch about people trying to get out of jury duty and she comes out of nowhere with "Oh man, I'm so pumped to be on jury duty! Last time I was on a jury was during the OJ Simpson trial, so I've been itching for another one for YEARS."

> When asked why she shouldn't be on the jury, she says "I'm actually surprised I'm not the one who's being sentenced. If you knew some of the stuff I've seen…whoo boy!" When the line was meant to be "I've got gas."

> He was pissed that she 'ruined' the bit, but like I said, he's a faggot. And not funny.

> The times she improvised were the only times anybody laughed during that sketch.

> My sister gets a standing ovation at the end when they do the roll call for cast members.

> After the show, we're walking home and she won't let go of me.

> Says that she thought I wouldn't show up.

> "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

> She smiles and squeezes my arm tighter.

> Get another 'best big brother ever' from her.

> Go home and make sweet love to her.

> Makes me laugh until I cry by playing with her nipples like they're radio dials and making static noises.

>>1050

There's a time where I got knocked the fuck out for her.

> Since she's a bit self conscious, I know when something's bothering her.

> Long story short, some dumb fuck gave her shit for being weird. Told her to kill herself.

> It bothered her

> He bothered me.

> One day Marcy and I are hanging out at lunchtime. Shooting the shit about our classes.

> She neglected to tell me that the guy who said those things was a GIGANTIC retarded white dude with anger issues that would make Trevor Phillips hesitant about talking to him.

> Also a 16 year old freshmen

> Think Gary Ridgeway's mutated, more retarded cousin.

> I say to her that if anybody says anything I'll fuck them up proper.

> Thinking that I'm a tough guy

> My sister loves the tough guy act.

> Anyway, this guy hears me and decides to strike first.

> Hits me in the back of my head

> White flash across my field of vision then blackout

The next bit is what I heard after I woke up in the nurse's office.

> Marcy yells "What in the fuck?"

> Pushes the guy off me.

> He makes like he's gonna punch her.

> Teacher jumps in and holds him down

> Marcy fucking punches the shit out of him. Drew blood because she hit him right in the nose.

> She gets off because she's a little nerdy white girl.

> When I come to, Marcy is sitting at the edge of the bed. The nurse is standing by my side.

> She sees that I'm awake

> "You sure did a number on him, didn'tcha?"

> "Oh fuck off." I say.

> "It's okay. I got to hit him and not get in trouble for it. So thanks!"

> I ask what people are saying about me. I'm probably ruined.

> "Actually, nobody mentioned ya. I'm the one they're talking about."

> "My sister, the badass."

> "The most badass."

> Get to go home early, asked if I want to involve the police, I say nah.

> Getting BTFO by a girl who looks like Sue from The Middle is punishment enough.

>Inb4 "you actually watch that show?"

Shut the fuck up. Daytime TV sucks ass and it's not the worst thing I could be watching. At least it isn't dancing with the stars.

And Sue is a qt.

And I've got a fuck ton of time during the day.

And I'm a sucker for dysfunctional families in shows.

Anywho…

> Play vidya until she gets home.

> When she gets home she does the Rocky thing down the stairs and busts into my room singing Eye of the Tiger.

> She assaulted someone and is absolutely ecstatic about it.

> My sister, the psychopath.

> She jumps onto my bed and snuggles up to me.

> Watch tv, make out, cuddle, eventually have sex in the bathroom.

> My new nickname is TKO from that day on.

>>1051

> At the end of May was my 16th birthday.

> Marcy is crazy about me, but even crazier about making my birthday party a good one.

> Right as we get home, she shoves me into the basement and demands that I stay down there until she says it's ok to come up.

> I spend multiple hours playing black ops and fucking around in our room.

> I find this shoebox under Marcy's bed and get curious.

> Marcy was into photography, so I wasn't surprised to see a bunch of disposable camera photos.

> She's got some really good shit in there. Nice city pictures, a few pics of this abandoned house by our place.

> But there's one that catches my eye.

> It's a picture our dad took of Marcy and I. We're by a lake and I'm giving her a piggyback ride.

> On a whim decide to turn it over.

> In pink sharpie she wrote "Best day ever with my bestest friend ever."

> My heart melts but I have a minor panic attack because I realize I'm digging through my sister's shit.

> I reorganize everything and put it back.

> I realize how much I really mean to her and -no shit- start crying.

> I was a sensitive boy.

> Okay fine I was a faggot.

> I was used to people hating me.

> She opens the door and yells for me, but comes down when I don't hear her the first time.

> See sees me with my head in my hands and comes over, sits down, and puts her arms around me.

> I look up and see that her face is covered in little blue dots of splattered paint.

> "What's up anon? You feeling okay?"

> I tell her yes, let's go upstairs.

> She squeals and drags me up the stairs by the hand.

> When we reach the top, I see what she was working on.

> The living room is decorated from floor to ceiling in streamers and signs with "Happy Birthday" written on them in the same paint that's on her face.

> The stereo is on the table with her iPod hooked into it.

> She baked the cake.

> Decorated the house.

> Bought presents with her own money.

> She presses play on the ipod and I hear 1979 start up.

> "Ta-da! Whaddya think, anon?"

> No words are powerful enough to describe the way I felt.

> I kiss her, hug her, otherwise lose my mind.

> "I guess that means you like it?"

> "I love it, Marcy."

> My family isn't home, but I could give a fuck.

> We eat the cake, order pizza, and she gives me my present.

> I open it, and It's just a nike shoebox with "Anon's special box." Written on it

> "Look inside." She says, smiling.

> Open it

> No fucking way.

> Max Payne 3 for the 360, Grand Theft Auto 4 with Episodes from LC. The iron giant on DVD. And a homemade birthday card.

> I've still got the box and the card. They're priceless to me. Fuck, I've played mp3 like 10 times, too

> Not a vidya thread, but if you haven't, playyyy ittttttt. Max Payne 3 is the shit.

> If you've ever seen John Wick, that box is to me what the dog was to John.

> I told her I wanted those games when we were out one time, months ago.

> Again, no words.

> Pizza comes and we eat before going out to see a movie.

> We go to the next town over and we get to act like a couple. Nobody there would know that we're related.

> Best day of my life. Felt like a God.

>>1052

June was when things would start to take a turn for the worse. I had heard rumors of my part of the family moving again, but I ignored them. I was in love, we were a typical teenage couple for the most part. I didn't want to think about leaving her. Unfortunately, it wasn't up to me.

> June, Marcy's birthday.

> I have a bunch of money from odd jobs and begging my family back out west.

> want to buy her something really nice

>go looking for God knows what. I've no idea what she wants.

> when I asked, she just told me to get anything and she'd love it

>I want to make it a memorable day for her, but I know I could never top what she did for me

> I'd never be able to even come close.

> I'm at the mall, she begged to come with, but since I was shopping for her I said no.

> have $200 to spend.

> feel like Donald Trump, if Donald Trump wasn't a reptilian. And was also very poor. So not Trump at all actually.

> Decide I won't buy her an expensive bracelet like I wanted to because I want to buy a lot of things and not just one thing. Also lol poorfag

> Plus we live in a bad part of town, so buying a piece of jewelry is just asking to get robbed.

I'll spare the shopping story and just say I managed to get just about everything I thought she'd love.

>Ghostbusters 1&2 on DVD

> The Walking Dead season 1 on DVD

> Cormac McCarthy's The Road

> New pair of Vans slip ons (her old ones wore out)

> Siamese Dream by The Smashing Pumpkins

>And a cheesy as fuck birthday card.

Card reads: It's your birthday? That's great, let's celebrate!

And on the inside: I know I'll never top what you did for me, but I hope this birthday is extra special anyway. Here's to you, sis. I love ya.

Your bestest friend

-anon

I get home, hide the shit and go about my business two hundred dollars poorer.

> for her birthday she wants to go to the beach.

> we pile into the van, I've got this gigantic box that I looted from the back of a Krogers

> she can't stop smiling, hugging me, kissing my cheek.

> again, I feel like the king of the world.

> We spend a day at the beach. I skip rocks for hours as Marcy bugs me about the box.

> Noon

> she gets to my present

>opens it

>unboxes everything, reads the card.

> sets it down calmly

> walks over to me

> proceeds to jump into my arms and squeal, saying it's perfect.

> we stay until sundown to watch the sunset

> Marcy and I go down the shore a bit to be alone.

> We watch the sun start to set, she leans her head on my shoulder and asks me to sing her a song.

> "Wtf? I'm not a singer."

> "Anon, pleaaaaaasssseeeee?"

> Fuck it.

> Sing Mayonaise by the Pumpkins. She loves it.

> Ironic, because it's actually a song about young love to failing to bloom, ending in hard feelings and regret.

> She loves SP, tho, and we'd listened to this song at a pretty emotional part of our lives. I'll post that story next.

> Turns out I'm not half bad.

> The entire time she's smiling like a kid at a petting zoo. Utter happiness.

> When we go home, I take her down to the next town to this nice Chinese place she loves.

> She can't contain herself, she won't stop talking about how much she's loving this.

> We both cleaned up nicely. But she looks like an angel.

>>1053

> Wearing her new shoes, a white dress that she'd worn to the freshman dance (I didn't go to the dance with her. I went with Sarah, but it was more just having fun than a serious thing) and she's got her hair pulled back with a white headband.

> End the night by staring at the stars on the trampoline in the back yard.

> As we're getting ready for bed, she kisses me and thanks me for the day.

> I just smile and shrug.

> "It was the least I could do."

>>1054

Almost a week before school was out. Early June

> It's a rainy, melancholy day in our part of the state.

> Marcy and I have both been feeling funky. If I'm sad, she's sad and vice versa. It's like twins hearing each other's thoughts, only more reactionary.

> This time it's Marcy, she found her dad's photos in the family photo albums.

> This girl really doesn't hate anything. Everything is beautiful in its own way to her.

> But she said, and I quote.

> "If I ever saw him in person again, you'd need to hold me back. I want to see him die screaming."

> I feel the same way about my real dad, so iktf, babes.

> We're sorta just moping together all day.

> She's telling me her feelings and using me as a shoulder to cry on.

> She's my little sister, there's no place I'd rather be than here with her.

> She starts telling me about the things he did to her.

> Slapped her so hard he broke her jaw.

> She's got hip problems due to his constant kicking of her.

> She flinches every time I raise my hand to her face. Can't control it, which results in her feeling like she's offending me.

> She gets nervous when alone in a crowd.

> Has nightmares where he finds her again and I try to stop him, but he kills me.

> My daddy was not nice to me, but I'm ashamed to think that I thought I had it bad.

> I only got hit every so often.

> She starts crying and says that I deserve someone who isn't a complete basket case.

> I tell her "Don't you dare say that."

> "I'm not gonna leave you, Marcy. You're my life now, I'll take care of you."

> I'm having to say these things to my 14 year old sister. My teenage years were fucked.

> She hides her face in her knees and sobs.

> I pull her into my arms and rock her gently.

> All the while, that song is playing.

> "Fool enough to almost be it

Cool enough to not quite see it

Doomed

Pick your pockets full of sorrow

And run away with me tomorrow

June"

> She asks if I'd run away with her if she did.

> Again, no hesitation. Yes.

> More tears.

> Finally tells me "If I didn't have you I'd have killed myself a long time ago."

> Tell her that I'm happy to be there for her.

> "You've got no clue what it feels like finding you after my I grew up thinking I was worthless. With you I feel like maybe I really do matter."

> "You do matter, Marcy. So fucking much."

> The song goes on as we slowly start cheering up.

> At the end she's finally smiling.

> Success.

> She asks if I meant what I said

> "I don't tell lies. Yes, I meant it ."

>>1055

Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonaise (Studio version) [H…: https://youtu.be/vvJ6Cj9zy-0

Figured I'd post the song for those who haven't heard it.

> July 4th. We're at a family barbecue in Port Huron.

> Marcy and I are playing with some firecrackers my uncle brought with him.

> More or less trying to make IED's.

> Our goal was to set off car alarms.

> And with Marcy as the brains of the operation, and me as the test monkey, what could possibly go wrong?

> I'll fucking tell you what can go wrong.

> Decide to enlist the help of the family pyromaniac, uncle Tommy.

> From Alabama.

> "Nah ya see whut ya gat tuh do is take a buncha them thar whistling Pete's and cut 'im open. Put that thar powder into a big ol' pop bottle and that'll blow up real loud like."

> My family is a fucking train wreck, but I love them all.

> Constructed what we called the 'Finger remover 9000'

> Marcy is scared to even touch this thing. I'm the test monkey, I have to handle it.

> In hindsight, it should have been Tommy. At least he'd have gotten in trouble too.

> Walk to nearest intersection inside the subdivision and place the Foxtrot Romeo 9001

> Light the appendage disappear-er 690,000,000

> Run.

> Marcy yells for me to get down and cover my ears.

> Take cover next to her, with one arm pressed against the fence, the other around her.

> The suspense is fucking awful.

> Tommy exits cover and audibly goes "What the fuck?"

> "Thang shoulda blowed up by now-"

BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM

WEEEEOOOOOW WEEEEEOOOOOW WEEEEEOOOOW

> Car alarms for blocks go off as this thing ruins everyone's hearing.

> When I manage to get up from the ground, Marcy is cheering and jumping with excitement.

> Parents decide now is when they'll actually start parenting.

> We get grounded for bringing minor inconvenience to an entire 2 block radius.

> We might have also scared people into thinking there was a terror attack, but w/e.

> We dindu nuffin, mane. We's was good kids.

> A day later we get off from being grounded and decide to go do more stupid shit.

> Summer ends up being fun as hell.

>>1056

August. I find out that I am in fact moving back.

>I now feel like shit because I'm either gonna have to leave her without a word, or hope she can forgive me when I break it to her.

> Weighing pros and cons, I decide to tell her beforehand.

> Decide that the best way to go about it would be to break it to her after a nice night.

> I'm a fucking retard.

> I tell her that we're going out on a date in a few nights. We'll go to the big city, see a movie, go to dinner, and I've got some stuff to talk about.

> She gets excited and for the days leading up to the date she's absolutely ecstatic.

> She buys some new clothes

> Gets her hair done.

> Paints her nails in the colors of the rainbow.

> And this entire time, I'm subconsciously knowing that I'm leaving her and going across the country.

> The night comes. My mom (grandma) lets me borrow the car to go into town.

> As I'm sitting in the car, putting on some music, one song stands out to me.

>1979.

> Seems fitting, since this is gonna be the worst experience of my young life. Something to be painfully nostalgic about later.

> Play it right as she comes down the front steps.

> Oh Jesus shit.

> She's wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts with an inch of the pockets showing from where they're cut.

> A white tank top and a black sports bra.

> Her vans.

> Insane amount of bracelets and a peace symbol pendant on a rope around her neck.

> Her hair is the same as it was on her birthday.

> I've got to dump that.

> Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

> We go see ParaNorman and she loves it. She squeezes my hand every time she laughs, but I mostly just ignore it.

> After the movie, we go to Sonic and talk while we eat. She's glowing with such pride and such optimism.

> Asks me where I see myself in five years.

> I see no reason to lie to her.

> " probably with a family of my own, standing behind a counter at my very own convenience store."

> "That'd be cool. Easy, carefree life and all that."

> "What about you?" I ask.

> She thinks for a second and says "Hmm. If all goes well, I'm going to be off to college to get my degree in clinical psychology. Then I'll open a practice and help people."

> "That's actually really neat."

> "Yeah. Do you think we'll still be friends by then? Maybe still close like we are now?

> I choke up, but before I can say anything she cuts me off.

> "What am I saying? Of course we will! Because I love you, and you love me, right?"

> I stammer "Y-yeah. I love you."

> Hold it together, anon. You're not gonna lose it. You're not gonna cry. You're not gonna cry.

> She plants a gigantic kiss on my cheek, makes the whole 'mmmuah' noise and says she loves me too.

> Floodgates open in 3…2…1…

> Commence sobbing in front of God and everybody in a parking spot at sonic.

> Suddenly realize that literally everybody saw and heard that.

> Without a word, turn on the car and pull out of the parking lot.

> Someone, somewhere has a story about a kid in a jeep bursting into tears for 3 seconds before stopping dead in his tracks and wordlessly speeding out of the sonic parking lot like a bat out of hell.

> Decide to go sit down by the lake and look at the lights of Detroit as the sun sets.

> She thinks I cried because what she said was touching to me.

> And now we're sitting at the shore of lake Erie.

> The sun is setting.

> She thinks that she's here on the best date ever.

> Meanwhile I'm freaking the fuck out. I know I'm about to break this girl's heart and ruin her night.

> She notices that I've got something on my mind. Asks what's up.

> I hesitate at first, but finally manage to get the words out.

> "So, Marcy. You know I love you, right?"

> "Yeah, and I love you too!"

> "And no matter what, I'll still love you."

> "Same, bro."

> " Would you still love me even if I lied to you?"

> "Depends what you lied about. Like if you lied about liking the music I do, that's okay. But if you cheated on me with my best friend and I found out, that'd be a no."

> "What if I lied to you the night we were looking at those photo albums?"

> "What's the lie?"

> "Well, it's not a lie, more like a promise I can't keep." I say

> "What did you lie about?" She gets demanding, and she's visibly scared.

> "I said I'd never leave you."

> The optimism from earlier has visibly left her.

> She's still holding my hand, but now it's limp and cold.

>>1057

> I continue, "But I can't control my side of the family. We're moving September and I just need you to understand that this isn't my fault."

> "Well whose fault is it then?"

> She jerks her hand out of mine and stares at me with so much pain in her eyes.

> "My mom, Marcy."

> She thinks it over for a few seconds and finally bursts into tears and grabs my shirt desperately.

> She asks if it's some sick joke.

> I say no.

> She cries for God knows how long. All the while I'm feeling like I might as well have just killed myself.

> It's midnight when she stops crying.

> Midnight.

> I told her at 9.

> I now feel like the world's biggest fuck up.

> The entire car ride home she says nothing. Just stares out the window and rocks slightly.

> When we get home, I try to comfort her, but she charges off to the basement and locks me out.

> I sleep on the couch for the final days before our move.

> She neatly packed my shit up and just left it by the couch in the night.

> Final thing she ever said to me was "Don't talk to me again."

Greentext is going away for a bit.

And I go back to Idaho. I go back and try to forget Marcy, but I just couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to let that part of my life go. Whether I liked it or not, I'd become attached to her. Everywhere I looked, I saw her.

The school year passes and I manage to get involved with some real cool guys who make sophomore year bearable. We'd drink and hang out most weekends up until the end of 2014 when they were all either employed or just stopped caring.

It wasn't until May of 2013 that I'd hear from Marcy again. I had heard from Sarah that she'd changed dramatically since my move. Going from loveable dork to total psycho. She started hanging out with junkies, she started getting in trouble, she wasn't herself. And I felt like it was my fault.

She would text me on my birthday to tell me that she missed me, but was over me. She was dating a guy from school and that she'd all but forgotten our relationship. That hurt more than anything -knowing that she was with another guy. I wanted to murder the fuck and get her back.

Anyway, June rolls around, and I'm visiting Michigan again. Marcy is nowhere to be found. I wanted to apologize for the shitty way I'd left things, and maybe even repair our relationship.

I found her at the house, there is no other guy. She agrees to take me back, and we lay out how we'll make it work. We spent that summer together as a couple like I'd wanted. I felt whole again.

And when I leave come August, she's back to normal. No weird friends, no problems, nothing. She's normal, dorky old Marcy. Wardrobe full of bad joke T Shirts and a smile on her face. We Skype every night, or we play Xbox live to stay in contact.

Then the next school year comes, and she lands a job at the bookstore in the mall. 2014 comes in, and she's really getting her life on track. She gets her braces removed, she cleans up and starts getting real heavy into music, she learns to play guitar and she's damn good at it. I'm now dating this insanely talented 8/10 who is crazy as fuck, but I love her all the same.

>>1058

When summer comes, she's up in my part of the country.

> The night I pick her up from the airport.

> I'm old enough to drive, I'm borrowing the family car.

> I'd quit my job that night, so I didn't have time to prepare for her. I still reeked of pizza and motor oil. (I quit because I didn't receive the pay I was promised, and my boss was a fucking slacker. I used the T Shirt to check my oil before leaving and never looking back.)

> I'm sweaty, I look like a chimney sweep, I stink of Italian food and I'm sitting on a bench in the airport with an equally haggard looking man to my right.

> I manage to fall asleep on the bench and spill my drink onto my pants.

> Fucking cherry fanta, never washed out.

> I wake to someone slapping my face lightly and blowing in my ear.

> It's her.

> She's wearing a sundress and the shoes I bought her for her birthday back in 2012.

> Smiling ear to ear, hugging me, squeezing the life out of me. Even when I look like hammered shit.

> We bullshit on the ride back home. She says that she missed me like crazy, I say that I want to fuck her brains out.

> "Wait till we get home, anon. Oh, and take a shower first."

> Proceed to floor it, run reds and drive like a real human bean.

> Thank God for my shithole city's incompetent police force.

> Get home and immediately jump in the shower while Marcy watches tv in my room.

> As I'm taking my shower, she comes in and sits on the toilet.

> We talk while I shower, she's absolutely stunning now, but she's still got that weirdness about her that I love.

> Never have I ever heard someone say "peanut butter and jealous" unironically before she did.

> She keeps repeating that she missed me.

> That she was so sad on the days I didn't text her or call her.

> That she keeps having dreams of us living together.

> That she wants to have my kids.

> Immediately turn off the faucet and demand that we go to my room.

> I don't even bother to lock my door, I just push her onto the bed

> It's at this moment that I discover that she LOVES being submissive.

> Hold her down on the bed with one hand and start working her dress off with my free hand.

> She's loving it, smiling and having fun.

> It's impossible not to smile when she's around.

> Now she's on my bed in nothing but her underwear

> I am pent up, horny and I've got the love of my life laying in front of me naked.

> I get on top of her, pull her panties aside, and fuck her like my life depended on it.

> She comes twice in thirty minutes.

> I come after 10, but just go at it again.

> The final time, she holds me inside with her legs and I fill her.

> I freak out, thinking my life is over.

> She says she's taking birth control, but I'm skeptical until she shows me her pills.

> Cum in her every single time after that.

>>1059

The summer passes, she goes back to Michigan and I'm left in Idaho. I actually ended up dating another girl for a short period, but I dumped her because she wasn't Marcy. She found out and got angry at me for months before, one day, she just forgets about it.

Then 2015 comes, shit gets tense.

> April

> I'm texting Marcy, seeing if she wants to watch some cartoons and Skype or someshit.

> No response for the entire day.

> No response the next day.

> Call dad, try to find out if Marcy got her phone taken away.

> When he answers, he's tired sounding and crying.

> I ask what's up.

> "It's Marceline."

> Turns out she passed out in the bathroom, hit her head against the tub and sat there for hours before someone finally came along.

> Concussion, she bit through her tongue, broke her nose.

> Naturally, I'm worried to no end.

> Dad says he thinks it's a brain tumor.

> I blow up on him, yelling at him for what I don't exactly know. I was angry at the thought of losing her, I guess.

> We both cry on the phone for two hours until he decides to get some sleep.

> Get a call from Marcy's phone at 3 AM the next day and it's her.

> The first thing she says is that she loves me.

> Not hello

> Not I'm okay.

> I love you.

> At this moment I'm expecting the worst.

> She hears me start to break down and starts explaining that she just passed out from not eating for a few days.

> She's okay, just not eating.

> I breath a sigh of relief.

> We talk until 7, and that night she goes home.

> Later find out that she wasn't eating for no discernable reason. Just stopped one day.

> I figure it's because she's got issues with her body. She's pretty but thinks she's ugly. Skinny, thinks she's fat, etc.

> I try to make a joke about her sounding like Mike Tyson on account of her tongue.

> That gets her to laugh.

> I tell her that I've got good news, too.

> I'm moving a few states away from her. Like 8 hours away.

> She starts with the dreams again. House, family, white picket fence.

> Even though it bothers me, go along with it.

> It scares me to death, but I go along with it.

> I moved at the end of the month to the state I live in now. She tells me she'll visit soon.

>20 posts omitted

I'm gonna need more tissues

Wait, you say she was your half-sister, but you first met her after her mom married your grandpa? Doesn't that make her your stepsister?

I saw this having a much worse ending… I am glad she didn't take the easy way out.

On a side note, I would love the shit out of her, she's SO adorable. How could you NOT fall for that face?

>>1067

I just call her my sister most of the time.

But technically calling her that isn't right either because our last names are different.

>>1069

How do you think I felt? Man, I was so close to breaking down just writing this out. But it's actually somewhat therapeutic to get this stuff off my chest.

And yes, she's absurdly adorable. Like I said, she's pulled some real dumb stunts and all she's had to do was look at me to fix whatever she did.

Got a few more stories I'd be willing to post for you guys also. And I will check this thread occasionally to see if anyone wants something.

List thing:

> Freshman year

> Summer 2013

> Summer 2014

> And yes, I can talk more about our sex life. Probably should have in the first place.

Please, Definitely post more stuff. Whatever you're willing to share would be awesome.

>>1073

Alrighty. Let's start off with freshman year + summer 2013 and work our way up from there. The good thing about this board moving so slowly is that I'll probably be able to post everything I wanted and not have to worry about my thread getting bumped off.

Also, I'm sharing the little 'moments' of ours more than the sexy bits because our sex life is actually kinda boring. And I love reminiscing about the better times in my life.

Freshman year, just one story that I love to death.

> Right after the night we first went down on each other

> Marcy was never really good with guys. Sure she'd had crushes before, but she was a little too out there for those dicks to care.

> And after Halloween, I think I'd have died if she started dating some random guy.

> There's one guy, however, who's got a thing for her.

> But I think he had a thing for every girl who ever talked to him if you get me.

> Might as well have the word 'THIRSTY' tattooed on his forehead. Guy's name is Nick

> Nick is your typical meme spouting weird kid. The kind of kid I was in middle school.

> So naturally, I hated the fuck out of him.

> Another reason I hated him; He made my baby girl uncomfortable.

> The worst thing you can do is give a man who's prone to violence and depression the mixture of a boyfriend's love, and a big brother's protective nature.

> I'm a fucking hawk when it comes to her, which she loves.

> Nick gets it in his head that we're friends.

> Starts using me to get close to her. Every time Marcy and I made plans, he wanted to tag along.

> He would touch her.

> Make inappropriate comments about her.

> Text her a billion times a day and not get a single reply.

>>1080

> She's got a heart of gold, thinks it'd be mean to tell him to fuck off.

> But she really doesn't like him.

> Anyway, we make plans one day at lunch to go bowling after school. He hears and DEMANDS that he come with us.

> There are two things you don't fuck with; My sister, and my game.

> He fucked with both.

> The entire time we're there he's right up on her, sitting next to her with his arm around her.

> She keeps pushing him away and laughing it off.

> Yells "Don't mess up!" As I go to roll, I fuck up.

> Strike 1: he fucked up my average.

> I take bowling very seriously.

> And I wonder why people don't like playing with me.

> He tells Marcy that he thinks she'd look good dressed up like some fucking anime character I can't remember.

> ignores him

> She asks me "Hey, bro, you wanna go to to the animal shelter later and do some work? After we drop Nick off?"

> We were poor, and she likes animals. We did this more than we really should have. And we volunteered a lot, which was fun.

> But we were trying to get rid of him.

> He asks "Wait, can I come too? I like dogs!"

> "Nick, anon and I were going to do some work. You'd be bored."

> "You're not boring."

> It's right then that I find myself wondering what his face would look like if he saw me eating her out.

> Disgust? Or arousal? Maybe shades of both. The world will never know.

> I say "Dude, it's real boring man. Unless you're into watching fat guys giving dogs baths."

> "It's not you I'd be watching, haha."

> Marcy tenses up at the very thought of what he just said.

> Strike 2: He's fucking up my night.

>>1081

> Marcy asks to talk to me away from him.

> He asks why.

> Girl problems, she says.

> Amazingly he accepts this answer. I have no idea what he thought was going on.

> We step outside and she says "I'm not seeing things, right? He's actually being that creepy?"

> "You're seeing it right."

> "Well, do you want to ditch him?"

> "You seriously need to ask? Yes!"

> She still can't bring herself to tell him to fuck off.

> "Oh, that's okay. I've been wanting to do it all night."

> She says thanks and gives me a quick kiss.

> I tell her to go back in and I'll come in later.

> She agrees, but wonders what on earth I'm doing.

> I looked up to Henry Rollins as a young'n. My short temper is arguably my best feature. I start working myself up into near incoherent rage.

> And if I catch Nick doing something, I'm more justified in yelling at him.

> I go back in and sure enough, he's in her face.

> I'm trying to give my best 'Try something, I fucking dare you' look.

> She looks understandably irritated with him.

> But suddenly, he does something I'd never have expected.

> Kisses her right on the cheek.

> Oh you mother fucker.

> Yell to Marcy "We're leaving, c'mon."

> She stands up and runs over, looking like she's seen a ghost.

> Now Nick looks pissed.

> As we're walking out, he runs up behind us and asks where we're going.

> "My sister and I are going home, she's tired and so am I."

> "Oh okay. Marceline, call me?"

> She says "I don't think so. Goodnight, Nick."

> He asks why not.

> I turn around and try my best to sound threatening.

> "Maybe the girl doesn't like you nearly as much as you think she does, cowboy. Ever think of that? Huh? Or are you so dense that you think she's enjoying the creepy shit you're doing?"

> You could see that I'd broken something in his mind. Because his expression went from confusion to despair in a heartbeat.

> He sulks off without a word.

> Marcy hugs me.

> "Ugh, fucking thank GOD."

> Go home and I help her run lines for a drama thing.

> I am anon, cockblocker extraordinaire and slayer of fedoras.

>>1082

> 2013

> I'm 17, Marcy is 16.

> I met a guy who may or may not have been a drug dealer and may or may not have hung out with him a ton because he encouraged my daytime drinking.

> And he's also gayer than a marble statue of Freddie Mercury fucking his own doppelganger in the fart box.

> May or may not have introduced Marcy to him.

> Told him she was just my girlfriend.

> Anyway, friendly neighborhood dopeman, Marcy and I get together one day.

> We sit in his garage and have a barbecue before we go out to the woods. We're waiting on a few people.

> This guy is nice enough to take us, another guy with his girlfriend, and his partner out camping near the beautiful town of McCall Idaho.

> Of course we'll be next to a big lake, a nice town and all. But isolated enough to do dangerous amounts of drinking and a little shooting.

> SEPARATELY. I did have sex with a family member, but I'll be damned if I go full redneck and blow my own nuts off.

> 17 was my /k/ommando's awakening. Just started liking guns. Fuck that, LOVING guns.

> Dopeman is bringing some 12GA shotguns.

> Marcy is kinda wary of them, but agrees to shoot a few times if I promise to be right there with her.

> Day one, we get set up and the other groups go to the lake.

> Everybody's sorta sticking to their partner on the first day. I drove my own car there, so Marcy and I decide to go into the town and look around.

> As I said before, she's a huge photography nut.

> Begs me to buy a disposable camera so she can take pictures to have developed when we get back to the city.

> I cave, but tell her to spend some money on a polaroid if she's that dead set on it.

> She gets a shit ton of shots of the woods, some of them are really good.

> One shot of his abandoned barn in a field that I've kept because I liked it so much.

> We get lunch at a little diner in town and decide to go back to camp after a little while.

> When we get back it looks like the ghost of Jim Lahey had showed up bearing the gift of fuck tons of liquor.

> That, or they decided to reenact Jonestown and didn't tell us.

> Everybody is completely fucked. They're all asleep in lawn chairs by their tents.

> An empty Jack Daniels bottle could be found every 2 feet.

> Perfect opportunity arises. We sneak off.

> Decide to go down to the lake and hope to god that nobody is there.

> For once in my life, the fates smiled upon me.

> Beach is empty.

> I grab her hand and sprint for the water, stripping down to my boxers as we go.

> She's laughing that beautiful, innocent laugh again. Imagine the feeling you get as you walked through the doors on last day of school at the beginning of summer vacation.

> That feeling is what her laugh sounds like.

> She's ripping her own clothes off, too. Unlike me, she'd had the foresight to bring a swimsuit. She was wearing it under her clothes.

> Before I can get used to the icy water, she jumps on my back and I go down.

> Holy

> Fuck

> Was that water cold.

>>1083

> You guys need to understand; I could see snow on the mountains a few miles away. But it was 80 degrees that day, so I figured "eh, what the hell?"

> When I come up, I'm furious. And I feel like I'm about to have a brain aneurysm.

> She looks at me with puppy eyes and a smirk, says "In my defense, at least you're used to the water now ."

> A few seconds go by.

> We both laugh.

> Fuck around in the water for a bit until we both realize that the water is indeed fucking freezing and we get out.

> We sit on the shore and start getting dressed, but she has other ideas.

> She gets on top of me and we make out for a bit.

> Much more experienced than we were, it's actually pretty hot now.

> Eventually work my dick out of my boxers by sheer willpower.

> She tells me to put it away before someone sees it.

> "But I…."

> "No butts, mister. Except yours, in the tent, tonight. Do I need to remind you that we're in public?"

> "Oh fuck you."

> "If you want to, you'll have to adjust that attitude problem of yours."

> Gigantic shit eating grin on her face

> Proceed to smash my head against a tree.

> Get dressed and have to walk a half mile to camp with a raging erection.

> She teases me the entire way back.

> I wonder what I'm doing here exactly and if the rest of the trip will be like this.

> I also wonder how on earth I am so lucky to have ended up with her.

> The day goes on, more and more people start to wake up from their drunken stupors.

> But it's getting late, so no one wants to do anything.

> End up eating dinner and going into the tent at 8 or so.

> Marcy wants to hang out for a little bit so she stays outside.

> Decide to fap while she's out.

> About 3 seconds before I come, the tent zipper starts moving.

> Shit shit shit

> Years of living with other people means I'm a master of stealth when it comes to fapping.

> Get that shit in my pants so fucking quick.

> Marcy pokes her head in and looks at me.

> I try to play it cool.

> "Hey, you," She says, "the rest of the guys wanted to know if you -did I interrupt?"

> "Yes. Yes you did."

> Without another word she comes inside and zips the tent back up.

> Walks over to me, swinging her hips

> She's trying to be sexy, but it just comes across as humorous.

> I can also smell the liquor on her.

> She straddles me and asks, "How bad did you want me back at the lake?"

> I tell her more than I should have.

> I'm unaware at the time, but there's a gay man with a terrible sense of humor and a smartphone outside.

> It gets heavy quickly.

> I'm lining up to push it in when all the sudden, music.

> I assume from car speakers because it's echoing through the trees.

> "PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME BABY

> CAN'T YOU SEE I NEED YOU SO

> PULL ME CLOSE AGAINST YOUR SKIN

> I'M ABOUT TO BEGIN

> LOVING YOU."

> Think 'ayy lmao. At least we get mood music. Even if dealerbro is being a dick.'

>>1084

> "SPIT ON YOUR HAND AND STROKE MY COCK AT A MEDIUM PACE"

> "YOU SEE THAT SHAMPOO BOTTLE? NOW STICK IT UP MY ASS."

> Mfw I have no face

> Proceed to have amazing sex all while laughing myself stupid.

> Get her to come before I do.

> Pull out, come on her back, she gets off and we do my favorite thing ever.

> Post fuck cuddling, nigga.

> Maybe I'm a feggit, but cuddling is my favorite thing about the sexy time.

> Song finishes, Marcy and I decide to go shower off.

> Dirty shitty campground showers. She doesn't feel safe so she makes me come in with her.

> S'all good, man.

> Shower, make out, eventually get done cleaning up.

> Have to walk half a mile through pitch black woods back to camp.

> In my infinite retardation, I forgot a flashlight.

> Eventually find our tent and pass out.

Next day:

> Gaybro wakes us up, says we're going shooting.

> Marcy looks nervous, but I manage to calm her down by laughing it off.

> Tell her it's her patriotic duty to do it.

> We get to the valley where we're planning on doing it. She's first up to bat because she just wants to get it over with.

> Tells me that I'd better be right there in case something goes wrong.

> I get to live every /k/unt's dream; teaching my beautiful little sister to shoot.

> I manage to get her comfortable, but since she's 5'3, the gun is bigger than her.

> She fires, it knocks her back a few feet. She lowers the gun and I see the gears in her head going 90.

> "That was fun!"

> She empties the tube and I'm dumbstruck.

> Also insanely turned on.

> And so is she.

> We shoot until the ammo dries up and retreat to camp to pack up.

> Fuck, shower, decide to leave at sundown because I don't mind driving at night.

> By 6 we're alone. Everybody else has gone back.

> She tells me she had fun.

> Drive home at night, when we get back to my place I carry her to bed and get in beside her.

>>1085

Another story.

> Nighttime.

> 1 AM.

> Marcy hit the bottle a little harder than I did that night again. She's feeling terrible.

> Decide to just go home and rest up. Don't feel like staying at bro's place.

> And we live a block away, so we decide to walk.

> She's staggering, can't walk straight and she's quietly sobbing about how she wishes she hadn't drank that much.

> I'm helping her, but she's not doing good.

> Eventually tells me she's going to throw up.

> She doubles over and lets it out. I have the courtesy to hold her hair back.

> We're down the street from our place now, she's doing a little better.

> When we get on the porch, she plops down in a chair and looks at me.

> Says "I missed you so much."

> Tell her I feel the same.

> She tells me she cried herself to sleep on the nights I didn't call her.

> I apologize.

> She says it's okay, just make sure that I call her every night once she goes.

> I managed to keep my end of the deal. Usually talked to her until she fell asleep.

Nothing else noteworthy in 13 really. The 4th of July had us making bombs again, but it's almost the exact same thing as the year before.

In case you haven't noticed, I like posting these in bulk. Next up, summer 2014. Tomorrow or Saturday.

Summer 2014.

> I'm now 18, she's 17.

> She's going back to Michigan in 3 days.

> We're sitting on the couch one day watching tv

> Bored for the first time in ages.

> Can't find anything to watch.

> It's too hot outside to do anything.

> Stuck on the fucking couch.

> She's happy just to be there with me instead of at the hotel with her parents.

> Decide that I don't give a shit about the heat, I'm doing something.

> ANYTHING

> Weighing the options.

> Bowling leads to drama

> She hates mini golf.

> Waterpark is expensive and not fun.

> But, there's one option I'm leaning toward.

> A nice drive through the mountains so I can get some alone time with her.

> I've got birthday money left over for gas n shit.

> Yep. That'll do it.

> Get ready to Google, homies.

> Route takes us from Boise, to Idaho city, to Stanley, to Ketchum, to Twin Falls and back to Boise via the 84.

> Nice round trip showcasing the beautiful mountains of the state.

> And there's a little spot on the way that I love, so I had to take her there.

> She's game for it.

> Since it's hot as Satan's dirt star, she dresses in a tank top and shorts.

> I know how it be in them mountains. I bring two jackets because I know exactly how the night is gonna go once we hit Stanley.

> Start the journey and we talk while Marcy fucks around with the music.

> Eventually decides to put on the Twin Peaks soundtrack.

> That's my girl ;_;

> I was so fucking proud of her.

> I stop for gas in Idaho city about 45 minutes into the drive. She's gawking at the small town like she'd never seen a tourist trap before.

> Fuck, all of Idaho is a tourist trap anymore. Except the north, they're just skinheads.

> That's why I moved, man. I'm a free thinker, out here away from the Starbucks, the colonics and the MAN, man.

> Totally not because it's cheaper out here c:

>>1090

Sorry. Ahem.

> She's snapping photos with a disposable camera once again. Except she learned this time; she had a messenger bag full of them.

> So many fucking photos of pine trees. So. Many.

> About halfway between IC and Stanley she puts on Welcome to Night Vale and we listen to a few episodes of that.

> Again. So proud.

> We arrive at the spot and I turn off the highway and into the woods.

> Have a bit of mud in the road, so the ride's bumpy.

> Eventually get to a small parking lot where only one other car sits.

> She asks what we're doing.

> I tell her.

> "There's a hot spring about a half mile down the trail back there."

> Hike for a few minutes until I start smelling sulphur.

> Real distinct smell; It's like rotten eggs and humidity. Nasty but strangely comfy.

> This particular spring has a bathtub hooked up to one of the springs, meaning hot water year round in that tub.

> I motion for her to get in and she wastes no time stripping down.

> The other group here is also a young couple. So we form some sort of nonverbal agreement to stay out of each other's business.

> They can fuck over there, while we claim the tub.

I'll get descriptive here since I feel like giving you something to enjoy in this sea of strange feelings.

> She's on top, I'm in her, and we're sitting in this tub.

> She's still got that pendant on (the peace symbol one), and it's bouncing on her breasts with each thrust.

> She's got a little sunflower in her wavy hair, which makes her even cuter.

> She's not too vocal, but the noises she's making in my ear are the hottest thing I've ever heard. A mixture of one half whimper, one half sigh of relief.

> Mind you, at this point she's on the pill. So all I'm thinking about is blowing my load in her.

> She's biting my neck and muttering "I love you." Over and over again between moans.

> Even with people not 200 feet away, she's calling me 'bro' and 'big brother.'

> We're making love as opposed to fucking. There's so much passion and emotion flying around.

> Again, I feel like I'm the luckiest man on the planet.

> When she climaxes she goes rigid and presses her face into my chest. She doesn't make a single noise other than little gasping breaths.

> When her orgasm is over, she kisses me and starts moving her hips again.

> I can now feel my own release coming. It's not far off at all.

> I tell her and she grabs my face and leans back before staring into my eyes.

> Make direct eye contact with her as she humps me.

> I think she can tell I'm getting close because she's looking deeper into my eyes with each passing moment.

> Finally I start shooting into her and she's still looking right into my eyes.

> She feels my cock twitching inside her and she moans before jamming her tongue in my mouth.

> I came so much that I thought I'd die of cardiac arrest.

> But I didn't, because I'm here, typing this story out in word so I can post it when I really ought to be sleeping. Ah, fuck it, sleep can wait.

> Such is the life of an incestuous weirdo.

>>1091

> We finish up and she uses her panties to clean herself off before we set off again.

> By the time we reach Stanley, it's dropped from 100+ degrees to 73.

> As I predicted, she's cold. I give her my denim jacket and get out to pump gas.

> As I'm pumping my gas, she rolls down her window and leans out of it to look at me.

> "Anon I'm lonely up here all by myself."

> She then gives me the most cartoonish sad face I've ever seen.

> I wait for the tank to fill before I hang the pump back up.

> Walk up to her window.

> She grabs the collar of my jacket and pulls me closer to her.

> We kiss for god knows how long.

> An old couple sees this and the lady remarks about how sweet it is to see a young couple in love.

> Lady, if you knew how we met…

> Get back in the truck and keep driving while she beams at me.

> We talk about whatever comes to our minds, and we talk with complete honesty.

> She brings up what we want to do after we graduate.

> "Do you think we'll keep going? Dating, I mean."

> "You know what? Yeah, I think so."

> "But even if we don't, you'll always be my best friend?"

> "Always."

> She reaches up and pulls my right hand away from the wheel.

> Squeezes it tightly and holds it to her leg.

> Eventually make it to Sun Valley and we decide to get out and stretch our legs.

> We're parked on the shoulder by a bridge. The sun is setting and the atmosphere is stunningly beautiful.

> Giant mountains to either side of the road with nothing but pine trees.

> As much as I say I hated it there, I miss it.

> Nothing beats small town northwest USA.

>>1092

> We sit on the bumper and I hold her close.

> She says "I really don't want summer to end."

> She sounds so sad.

> I don't say anything, just pull her closer.

> Sudden pang of bad feels. That sharp flash of nerves jumping that you get when you realize something bad is about to happen.

> She rests her head on my shoulder, I rest my head on hers.

> "Hopefully we won't have to wait until summer after next year." I say.

> She squeezes my hand.

> Everything is right in the world in that moment.

> We decide to get going and we clear Twin Falls by midnight.

> From then on she was asleep. The last thing she says was is "You have no idea how much I love you."

> Get home at 2AM and, again, carry her to bed.

> Three days later she leaves for Michigan for the last time.

> The goodbye was pretty heart wrenching when I dropped her off.

> She did the whole 'hold hands and walk away, letting them slowly come apart' thing.

> I drive home with a broken heart.

> Man, fuck emotions.

>>1093

I'm going to think aloud for a minute here also wrapping this up because I've got a four day weekend coming and I've gotta go up to Michigan to help her move the rest of her stuff down here.

I never really thought about it, but I never really matured until I started caring about her. Looking back while writing this makes me realize that at 15 I was worried about shit that no other 15 year old even thought of. "What if someone finds out about us, will I not be able to see her?" Or "How am I going to get a job good enough for us both to live on?" And other things of that nature.

As much as I wish that I'd grown up with her, that we could have shared our childhoods and had the bond that was associated with that. I realize that I grew up for her. I never wanted to have a family until I met her, but now at 19 the only thing I really want is to do is give her the life she deserves.

Yesterday was the first day of summer for the kids in my town. As always, summer brings up feelings for both of us. Nostalgia and uncertainty for what the future holds, mostly. Her birthday is in a week, (June 14th) and even though I'm poorer than poor, I'm gonna try like hell to make her 18th a good one.

My grandpa and her mother have all but given up on trying to get her to come home. They threatened me with kidnapping charges, legal action, cutting her funds off, but so far nothing's happened. They have, however, pretty much pieced together what we were up to. I say fuck em, almost everybody we've come out to has accepted it. He says he's disappointed, but he understands that we wanted to be together.

Last thing, I decided to tell her about the thread yesterday and much to my surprise she's cool with it. She didn't mind that I talked about our sex life, either. She thinks it's nice that our story exists in a form that's physical, and not just in our memories. She also thinks that it may make make a good book. And believe me, if it wasn't so fucking weird, I'd write a book about it. But something tells me a young adult romance story about almost incest wouldn't be welcomed.

That was quite a ride op. Can't screencap unfortunately as I'm on mobile.

>>1099

Oh shite, I got beat. Oh well, thanks for saving me the trouble.

>>1099

Could you do the other bits too? I'm saving these for a day when I just want to feel. Fucking mobile, blight of the screencapping age.

Also, OP i hope you and your girl make it. Ya touched me, deep.

Thanks and take it easy

Just finished reading, OP.

I'm 48 and one thing I can tell you is you at least sound really good and sane.

Best of luck to you both, so many parts of your story match up with mine (I finally found the love of my life at 39, and she's a heart of gold too).

Some oldfag advice for you:

Get the both of you to cut way back on the liquor. Focus on not being poorfags. You write well, seem real smart, and have watched yourself grow. You owe it to yourself and to her to get educated. There are plenty of 2-year degrees that can let you live fat. after that, voice acting, etc.

Get yourself a trade, as in trade school (electricians and plumber's make bank, yo).

my humble gift to you both:

http://www.bls.gov/ooh/a-z-index.htm

Please ignore the auto correct errors. I was too intent on what I was writing .

>>1109

>not related

It's his grandfather's daughter to another woman.

Technically, I don't know, his half mother?

Not that being related is a big deal to people on an incest board

>>1111

His Half-Aunt, I suppose. So, Half-Niece???!?!?@?@?#

>>1109

Fuck man, I almost believed this was Marcy's ass. Dammit!

OP was definitely not a faggot today.

>>1118

I suppose that if this were a movie, this is where the credits would roll, and the chilly indie guitar music would begin playing. Maybe there'd be a few images of us down the road; us holding hands as we walked the Oregon coast at sunset. Me holding our beautiful little baby girl (we even decided on names for our hypothetical children: Joel if it's a boy, Mabel if it's a girl). Perhaps an image of the moment I proposed to her on the coast, right after that walk I mentioned earlier. So here's our end credit music. I'd thought 1979 at first, but this seems to fit us better.

I'll probably update you fine folks again in the future. I can't quit you guys, you're all too good to us.

I hope I wasn't too much of a faggoty OP, I'm off to go enjoy summer.

Fucking damn OP, this is the most beautiful story I've ever read on a chan.

The romance, emotions, I read some lines and smile remembering the same feelings I've had for girls. The impossible promises, the attempts to impress her, the cute flirting.

This is possibly the only chan story where I have 0 doubt of it's legitimacy. It feels so real.

Good luck to you. I hope you and Marcy live a full and happy life, I hope you have a big family and a nice house (just make sure you two are better parents than your ones ever were eh?) I know you can do it. Mabel is a very pretty name btw :3

Know you'll always be remembered on this board. We hope to hear from you again soon

>>1118

You might want to blur your name out a little better man.

Thank you so very much for posting your story OP.

Makes me sad that I'm a only child and wish I had a sister.

Hope all your dreams come true and stay safe.

Hi OP's it's

>>1137

Again many thanks for sharing your story.

I don't really screencap more of a pdf person my self.

Archive link - https://archive.is/DOw5o

Pdf version - http://a.loveisover.me/ygmiec.pdf

thanks OP

OP, that was absolutely fucking beautiful

>>1119

Well this story was a good timesink. Thanks for the read, OP, and keep us updated on the potential book. I'll be getting it, and not on any faggot kindle shit, either. Trees are gonna die for this.

You two sound like awesome people in general, too. It'd be great to hang out with you, but I live an ocean away, and hope to be putting another two continents in the gap before long, so never mind.

>>1275

Tell your SO, it's pretty good quality.

Fantastic read OP, I had something similar happen to me but it wasn't my sister. Best of luck to you both.

Great story OP, glad to see everything has worked out for you guys

Is this really incest if you're not biologically related, though? Or am I mistaken?

>>1275

OP, she is kinda fat.

Why are you drawing her this thin?

Alright, I'm having an internal debate with myself at the moment. Here's the situation:

I've got a 27 page word doc (single spaced, 12 pt font, greentext) so far and it's only getting longer as I type. I have a lot to talk about.

How long is too long? It's more of the same stuff from part one of this thread, but I'm making sure to detail the sexy bits a little more this time since I felt that you'd enjoy it a little more if it wasn't just my mindless rambling.

I also want to know if I should just leave because as this >>1293 anon pointed out; It's only really pertinent to this board because we call each other brother and sister. We -were- living as brother and sister for a stretch, but now my dad and her mom are divorced (And I'm partially to blame), so we're not bound by any familial ties at all anymore.

And lastly;>>1294

I cannot draw at all. That's Marcy's drawing.

I asked for a quick doodle and she supplied the goods.

As for the way were drawn, I have no idea why we look like that. I look nowhere near as attractive as that drawing makes me look.

It's probably because she rushed it.

>>1275

Be nice if someone could edit this to banner size (paint just aint good enough sometimes)

Or if your sis could draw a smaller one :3

>>1299

Don't think anyone cares how long it is tbh, we could use more content

>>1299

I say keep posting. It's adorable.

I can redraw that drawing if you'd like.

Well it's been a few great months guys, and I'm back with more stories than you could shake a stick at. By that I mean I'm pretty much detailing my entire summer to you all since I love you all and love writing for you all so very very much.

That and I felt kinda greasy because I said I'd update you guys, but it crossed my mind more than once to leave it be. To disappear off the radar and let it die, wither on the vine and whatnot. But like I said, it felt wrong.

If you haven't read the entire thread, and you're just now reading this; Take some time and read the previous bits, because without 'em this will make zero sense to you. For those returning to my thread, I welcome you with open arms. If I could hug you all, I would. I'm fucking glad to be back here, bragging- I mean sharing my story once more.

And before we begin; The Novel.

For this anon:

I'm sure you have questions like: “Where is it? Where can I find it? How can I throw my money at you? And how can I alienate myself even further by having it on my coffee table? And lastly; Does this look infected?”

Well, threadreader, I'll fuckin' tell you!

I haven't started on it. I haven't even typed a single word of it yet, and it's just sitting there in an empty word doc on my laptop -waiting for me to stop being a lazy ass and get my shit together. It doesn't even have a title yet (it's bad luck to title something before it's done)

But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop on it entirely. No, actually, quite the opposite. You see; As a writer (well, someone who's been told I should be one), I find it's best to have something to work on when I'm not working on my main project. It'll more than likely be self published, and written under a pseudonym because I actually want to write a real book and have it get published by a real publisher, so I'm gonna distance myself from young adult incest romance novels. At least until they become mainstream, anyway. God knows I've got a marketable story for that niche.

And no, that rash should go away in a bit. Try shaving with cream next time, dude.

Now, onto the thread proper. I'm gonna pick up right where we left off. Directly after I'd pressed 'Enter' and posted this very thread on that fateful night.

Oh also; Marcy and I threw together a playlist for you dudes to listen to while you slog through this. You'll notice that there's a distinct divide between her contributions and mine, too.

I'm responsible for the hipster bullshit, she threw in the poppy stuff. It's actually a really good indicator of what our personalities are like. I'll be leaving the songs attached to the posts that they're meant to accompany. Play 'em or don't, it's your choice. We just wanted to have music to compliment the story.

Feel free to call me out for being a feggit who's into bad music, too. I don't care, I'll fite u bruh.

>>1311

Just got finished up writing the thread, and I'm tired as a dog.

>It's three AM, and the night is wearing on my psyche.

>There's some tension in the air that I can't quite place.

>Is it Marcy? Is it the circumstances of our latest meeting? I had no idea.

>I set my phone on my dresser and plug it in (this thread is the product of hours of typing on a smartphone. This is the first time I've gotten to use a proper keyboard to work on this.)

>It had been two days since Marcy had shown up. Two days since I'd gotten any sleep.

>I feel like the protagonist in Fight Club: I'm so tired that everything is a copy of a copy.

>of a copy

>of a copy.

>I am Jack's unchecked incestuous desires. I am Jane's latent psychiatric problems.

>I make my way from my room to the living room where Marcy's watching TV.

>I think it was Tivo'd episodes of Chopped, but I'm unsure. Memory is hazy on that one.

>Apparently I'd made some noise coming in, because she turns her head slowly and looks at me.

>A wry, sleepy smile creeps across her face and I sit down next to her.

>I don't put an arm around her or anything, the awkwardness and regret is still somewhat strong. I did just try to dump her so I could either kill myself or become a hermit.

>She notices that I'm being standoffish and sort of pouts, pressing her balled fist against her cheek as she stares into the TV.

>She's not watching it. She's staring into the wall behind it, obviously lost in thought.

“Marcy,” I say, “I think we need to talk about our little situation here.”

> “What's there to talk about?”

“I think maybe you should go home. There's no way I'm going to be able to provide for both of us, and I'm still dealing with my issues right now. Leaving Idaho really fucked me up.”

> “What,why? Anon, I can't go back to Michigan -I just can't. Mom and dad aren't going to let me go home after I stormed out on them.”

“What exactly did you do?”

> “I cooked dinner for mom and dad and dad said it tasted terrible and hit me, so I jumped in my car and started driving. Then he called me and told me to come back or he'd hurt mom. I didn't go back, I just kept driving and…”

“And you ended up coming here.”

> “Where else was I gonna go? Sarah's my friend, sure, but I can't stand being in the same state as dad. He's crazy.”

>I look at her now, with tears starting to well up in my eyes. I think back to the night when we first kissed; Halloween night. Everything that's happening right now is the direct result of my actions that night.

>The kiss heard 'round the world.

>I wonder for a brief moment what my life would have been like had I not gotten involved with her.

>I don't think I'd enjoy life as much. She kinda made my teen years worth living.

>>1312

>Then I think about dad.

>He is a psycho. I'm honestly surprised it took him as long as it did for him to threaten me.

>Ever so softly, I hear a little whimper from her.

>She looks at me and raises her eyebrows. Her bottom lip is quivering

>I know her tells; She's about to lose it.

>I ask her to not cry. Please, baby girl, please don't cry.

>She screams and starts bawling her eyes out

“Please, Marcy, I-”

>More tears, more anguished cries.

> “Please don't make me go back. Please, Anon, I'm begging you. I'm scared, and I missed you, and I don't know if I can keep going like this. I'm so stressed and afraid, and-”

>She's hyperventilating and shaking harshly.

>In the midst of a pretty bad panic attack.

>I pull her to my chest and hold the back of her head as she cries into my T-Shirt.

“Please,” I say, “don't cry…I've got you…Nobody's gonna hurt you, nobody's gonna force you to leave.”

>She cries even harder, practically screaming into my chest.

>You gotta understand; This is the same girl who used to decorate her binder for school with smiley face stickers and hello kitty bandaids and draw cartoon characters on her sneakers.

>The girl who would laugh at her own jokes, even when nobody else did.

>The girl who smiled 24 hours a day, even when it was creepy and inappropriate.

>The one who'd rush into my room and jump under the covers when she heard thunder because it terrified her.

>The girl who could quote every line from White Chicks without missing a single word. She'd even do impressions of every character while imitating their gestures.

>The girl who told me that I'd never stop being her favorite person ever, even after I cheated on her and left her all alone.

>Even if I was a flawed, depressed fat fuck, she still loved me.

And now she's crying her eyes out, saying that she's genuinely afraid for her life because my fucking asshole of a father.

I'm fucking enraged; At myself, and at my father. But mostly at that geriatric fucking asshole.

>But for now, I sit and console my sister as best as I can.

>>1313

>Up until that point, I'd been sleeping on the couch while she took the bed in my room. I'd hoped it would be a temporary thing, but my mind's telling me that this isn't some little episode that we'll come back from.

>This is a real thing, happening to me.

>I'm not going to wake up alone, covered in sweat and reeking of cigarette smoke tomorrow morning; Depressed and suicidal, wishing that I'd stayed in Idaho, or Michigan.

>I'll wake up with her, and she'll still be upset, and I'll still be here.

>Tonight it's just me and my sister in this tiny one bedroom shack that used to be an office for a construction company.

>And she wants my help.

>If you think I'd say no, you're sorely mistaken.

>After she calms down, it's 5AM. The sun has risen, and I'm due at 'work' in two hours.

>By 'work' I mean 'Cleaning trucks for a local construction company in order to keep my house because I'm a highschool dropout and a failure.' And helping my uncle run his convenience store.

>I tell her that I need to go get showered and head down to the store to grab some paper towels for work today.

>She won't let me go, she clings to my hand when I go to stand up. All she says is “Stay…please?”

>She's wrapped in a blanket, her eyes are puffy and red from crying, and she's still trembling and sobbing quietly.

>I drag her with me to my phone and call my boss with her still clutching my hand.

“Hey, Lee? I'm not gonna be able to work today. I've got some family shit to deal with, is that cool? I understand if this is gonna get me fired, but there's not much I'm gonna be able to do about this.”

Thankfully, he says;

“I understand completely, son. Take the next two days off if y'all want, we haven't had much traffic at the store, so you should be fine.”

>Now we've got decisions to make.

>Do I admit defeat and go crawling back to my family on all fours, or do I stick it out and kick the ass of anyone who doubted me?

>I spin around at lightning speed and get my law degree and spend the rest of my life as a bus bench lawyer with an adorably immature secretary and lover. 'Accused of a con? Better call Anon!'

>Coming to AMC this fall.

>JK, I call my Grandma and tell her my situation. Even the bits about Marcy and I.

>In a dramatic twist of events, this actually works out for me.

>She tells me that she's not having the greatest time raising my biological sister and brother, and that she needs someone to watch them because she's working too.

>And she's despising Idaho. My little sister almost got taken from our backyard and there's nothing but wildfires, high prices and Californians left.

>I don't even have to ask her to come out and help me, she knows that I'm a dumbass and can't fend for myself

>I tell her that it's sudden, that she wants to leave like that.

>She says “No, we've been thinking about it ever since you said you wanted to go.”

>>1314

You see, my deal was that I'd move out with my uncle and help him run his business. I did this to prove a point that I'd be able to live on my own after an argument. My grandma would come out later, and I'd be able to come home if I felt like it. She decided to load up a Uhaul and head out my way the very next week.

>But now, I set my phone down on the dresser and pull Marcy into the living room.

>My couch is a futon. I pull it out and make the bed up for her using my sheets and a quilt that my mother had left me when she passed.

>Tell her “You sleep here for now, okay? It's plenty big, and it'll do until we can get a proper bed for you.”

>I go to walk back to my room, when she grabs the back of my shirt with her hand and yanks on it.

> “Anon no, stay with me please please pleeeeeaseeee?”

>It's not an adorable 'Pleaaaaaaaseee', but a desperate, pleading one.

>It's got the same desperation that I've heard on so many 911 calls. The kind that has an audible shake and insecurity to it. It's a defeated cry for help.

>Not like the dorky attitude I'm used to.

>I reluctantly plop down on the futon and hold her as the sun creeps through the blinds.

>For a moment I flash back to a night we spent at a mutual friend's house back in Michigan.

>Cuddling on the couch, empty wine bottle tipped over on the end table. The faint sound of classical music on the radio in the next room.

>Happier times. Back when we were young and dumb, and the idea of losing each other was just too much to bear.

>Funny how we almost did lose each other; Only to come running back to each other at the first sign of trouble.

>I finally drift off into a troubled, tenuous sleep. And so does she.

>When I awaken, I find that she's not in bed with me. The TV is on and tuned to Cartoon Network.

>I hear water running in the kitchenette, and I smell what's left of my Chinese takeout being microwaved.

>I hear her shuffling about, still cloaked in that blanket.

>She peeks into the living room and sees that I'm awake. She gives a sheepish little half smile and timidly says 'Good morning.'

> “Shit,” I think, “She's never this subdued. Where's the jumping and screaming? Where's her smile?”

>She drifts off to the kitchen while I try to find something else to watch.

>Cops is on, so I decide to watch it because I'd always dreamed of being a policeman. Just like my old man.

>That dream's dead and gone, though. I'd rather animate or voice act, and I've seen the Dinkheller video.

>I'd recommend not looking up Kyle Dinkheller until after you finish the story (if you even want to look it up, which you shouldn't), as it will probably ruin your day. Or week.

>She reemerges with a plate of orange chicken with slices of canned pineapple in it and a cup of black coffee.

> “Here,” She says, “for you.”

>I take the plate and cup, gratefully enjoying my reheated takeout.

>Living like this, I've lost weight. I'm no longer a ball of cookie dough, but a somewhat overweight ball of slightly chewed bubblegum.

>That drawing made me look way more attractive than I am, btw. In reality I look like a much pudgier Aaron Paul with long hair and the fashion sense of a skateboarder circa 2003.

>Yes, my forehead is huge, too.

>She comes out with her own plate, and she sits cross legged on the floor at the foot of the bed, facing the TV.

>Some guy is getting tazed and screaming like a banshee, Marcy laughs at the shrill screams he's making.

>I'll admit, it was kinda funny. He sounded like a chimp with jumper cables affixed to its nipples.

>It's the first time she's smiled since she's showed up. There's hope for her yet.

>I decide to go sit next to her.

> She scoots closer to me and rests her head against my shoulder.

>I rest my head on hers, just like I did back in Sun Valley the previous summer.

>I've all but given up on trying to say no to her.

>We're back together, even if we're flawed and broken.

>That's when the tearful makeup sex happens.

>She kisses my arm.

>I kiss the top of her head.

>She responds by giggling.

>I respond by tilting her chin back and kissing her on the lips.

>Her mouth slowly opens and our tongues find sanctuary in each other's mouths. She tastes like mandarin chicken and pineapple.

>She moans a little; Not out of pleasure, but out of relief that I didn't push her away.

>She presses on, pushing me backward onto the hardwood.

>She straddles me and we make out a little more.

>She breaks the kiss and tells me she loves me.

>I tell her that I love her too.

>Relieved, she starts kissing my chest.

>She isn't wearing anything other than one of my old T-Shirts.

>She whips it off and tosses it back onto the bed. She's now completely nude save for the blanket draped over her shoulders.

>I'm feeling a little awkward, since I'm so emotionally conflicted at the moment.

>I just kinda let her do what she wants.

>She pulls my shorts down and my semi flops onto my thigh.

>She jerks it a little, trying to get a rise out of me.

>I'm just not feeling it at all. But I feel the need to try, at least.

>I tell her to get back on the bed, and I get on top of her.

>I'm hard enough to get in, but I doubt I'll cum.

>I push rope for thirty minutes, after which she breaks down and sobs.

>I don't cum. I just let myself get limp again and put my clothes back on.

>We sit and I let her cry into my shirt all day.

…yeah.

>>1316

One Week Later:

>She's calmed down and has started getting back to her old self. She's brighter, sunnier and more fun.

>Still somewhat shaken up by dad, which is understandable. We've gotten bullshit threats in our mailbox from him.

>We ignore them.

>My grandma is due in town in just a few weeks, so we're biding our time until we can regroup with her.

>I've got a shitty little Toyota pickup with half a tank of gas and nothing to do since I'm effectively being paid to not work.

>Decide to just go for a ride and forget about my issues. Just like that time back in Idaho.

>I inform Marcy, and she's game for it.

>I get dressed and go start the truck, wait for her to come out.

>I think maybe I'll go out and see the forest. That's what I missed most about the PNW. Sadly, the midwest is where I'm stuck for now.

>As I'm sitting there, fanning myself with my hat because my AC doesn't work, I think about her.

>What's gonna happen next? What are we going to do?

>No time for that, I think. Here she comes.

>She tried her best to look good, but I can still see those slouched shoulders and that halfhearted, disingenuous half smile.

>I have a feeling that I only heard half of what dad did to her.

>She jumps into the passenger seat and we set off for the nearest forest.

>I brought my gun (Mosin Nagant; the gun of choice for communists and budget conscious psychopaths the world over.) so I could do a little shooting to get the stress out.

>Although I never did shoot it that day.

>We're just out on a drive, clearing our minds and enjoying eachother's company.

>An hour later, we pull up to a nice overlook that has a great view of a big river.

>I step out and sit on the stone wall that's meant to keep jackasses like me away from the water. Marcy jumps up next to me and nuzzles her way under my arm like a cat.

>I smile at the gesture and squeeze her.

>She doesn't say anything.

>Either do I.

>We stare at this river for what seems like forever.

>It takes a while for her to say something.

> “So…my stuff is still in my room back at dad's.”

> It never occurred to me that we'd have to go get her stuff. She had only what she could fit in a tiny suitcase.

> “And mom texted me saying we've either gotta go get it or they're selling it.”

>Old, spineless, rich, polo wearing, country clubbing fucking assholes.

>Fuck it.

>Tell her to go get back in the truck.

>She asks what we're doing.

“Renting a U-Haul. We're going to get your stuff back, even if we have to pry it from their cold dead hands.”

>That came out much more crazy than I'd wanted it to. I sounded like a fucking maniac.

>Luckily, she's open minded and doesn't give a shit that I'm angry.

> “Okay, crazy cakes! Let's go!”

>She skips to the truck and happily gets in with a big, dopey smile on her face.

>Thank god, she's back.

>How did I ever survive without that positivity?

>>1317

>Work out a deal with my Uncle.

>He gives me the money to rent the truck and we end up driving from [LOCATION REDACTED] to Michigan in the course of one night.

>In exchange, I take a week's worth of night shifts when he wants me to.

>Without any extra money, Marcy secures us a place to stay at a friend's house. Girl's name is Casey, and she's Marcy's second best friend.

>Another oddly immature, somewhat deranged girl living alone in a giant house that her parents left her.

>I swear, I run into the weirdest people.

>Casey looks like that “Big Red” Feminist chick that people post a ton, but her hair's blue and she doesn't hate men with a burning passion.

>She's actually quite nice, and doesn't want to chop my dick off because 'muh patriarchy'.

>When we arrive, it looks like the house on haunted hill. Spiky looking fences, overgrowth, loose roof shingles.

>The perfect place for us to stay the night while I prepare to strong arm my dad.

>I hope to fuck that I'm prepared for it.

>Casey invites us in and we eat pizza and watch a few X Files episodes. The entire time Marcy's snuggled up against me like she's afraid of something.

>I remember what she said about not wanting to come back to Michigan.

>Realize that she's relying on me to protect her.

>And by God, I wanted nothing more than to do that.

>When the night winds down, we each retreat to our respective rooms. Marcy and I in the guest room, Casey in her room.

>It's raining, but there's no sign of thunder quite yet.

>Marcy's still on edge; She fucking skittish as all hell when it storms.

>I tell her to relax, that it's just raining.

>Thor, in an effort to spite me, lights up the sky with the loudest thunderclap I've ever heard.

>She clamors into bed and hides her head under the sheets like a kid.

>I can't fathom how some people are afraid of thunder. Maybe it's because I'm an insensitive dickhead.

>She tells me to come to bed and hold her.

>I do just that.

>I'm laying on my back, staring at the ceiling. She's under my right arm, with her head laying on my chest. Her arm is stretched across my chest.

>She jumps at every crack of thunder, but she says she feels better with me there.

>I finally decide to ask her something I've been wondering for a while.

“Why are you so afraid of storms? You've been like this since you were 14 and you've never told me why.”

>It didn't sound as dickish when I said it. Text makes it look pretty dickish tho.

>>1318

>She answers “It just reminds me of a door being kicked down, the way the house shakes and how loud it is…It bothers me.”

>Why would that be the thing that scares her?

>Oh, right…Her real father…The one who kicked a door in to beat his wife and 5 year old daughter.

>He's on the list, too. If I ever see him, that cunt is as good as dead.

>I hold her closer to me and she pulls herself into my arm. She's holding on for all she's worth, giving me a bit of a bruise on my ribs with her elbow.

>We lay in this empty room as the rain beats against the window harshly.

>And eventually, in the twilight hours of morning, we fall asleep.

>Together, like we should have been all along.

Then morning comes, and I get more than a lifetime's worth of drama.

>The morning starts off slowly; Casey takes us to Ihop to get breakfast and we have a good time talking about dumb shit.

>I'm trying to make Marcy smile, so I'm being a total nutjob.

>I'm talking loudly about why it's not gay to blow yourself, but it is gay to like fruity drinks.

>Doing Ren & Stimpy impressions, my John C Reilly impression, and my Colonel Sanders impression as I read the menu.

>Complaining about the temperature of the room like an old black lady, “Oh lawdy, it's hotter 'n blazes in here! Someone needs to turn that AC on and leave the muthafucka on before I beat the black off 'em!”

>Luckily we were in a really white area, otherwise I think I'd be executed. Dylan Roof was fresh in everyone's minds.

>And yes, I am probably autistic, and I probably have a death wish.

>Anyway, both the girls are laughing. Casey more than Marcy, though. She's just fake chuckling and staring at her plate.

>Shit.

>This isn't good.

>When we leave Ihop, we head back to the house and I start getting ready to confront dad.

>I might get shot.

>I might get stabbed.

>Fuck, I might get beaten to death with a lead pipe.

>But I'll die trying to make her happy.

>She's having second thoughts about it, says 'Maybe we could just leave them alone.'

“Fuck that,” I say, “that's not their shit to sell.”

>She tells me to be careful, dad's drinking.

>I tell her to have 911 ready, just in case.

>>1319

>We bid farewell to Casey and drive over to our old place.

>It's much nicer than I remember it. Stepmom (I'll call her Megan) worked as a nurse, makes a decent wage now. Dad is still helping the local Sheriff, even if he left the LE game a long time ago.

>They're doing well for themselves. I'm happy that Marcy got to live with a little extra money instead of scraping pennies to get by. Still though, they should have worried about her physical situation as opposed to her financial one.

>We survived just fine on nothing, and we were still happy.

>I put the van in park and decide that it's now or never; I've gotta go face my father and try to pretend that I know what I'm doing.

>We walk, hand in hand, up to the front door of our old house.

>I'm not sure if I'm ready for this.

>I knock a few times and I hear shuffling from inside.

>A set of eyes peers at us from behind the curtain. It's my stepmom.

>She opens the door and looks right through me. Her eyes focus on Marcy.

>I can tell this is going to be hellish.

> “You're home.” says my stepmom.

> Marcy kinda hides herself behind me and says 'Yep.'

> Stepmom shuffles aside and tells us to take a seat on the couch, dad'll be home in a bit.

>He went down to the liquor store.

>We comply, since we've got hardly any room for negotiation.

>After all, we've been having this relationship under their noses for four years, and it just recently came to light.

>We're living together now, and I've made it apparent that I'm in love with her.

>She's told stepmom everything because she trusts her.

>I trust her too, but I understand why she's a little weirded out by this.

>Stepmom goes to the kitchen and pours some coffee for us.

>When she comes out, she takes a seat across from me and finally makes eye contact with me.

>Says simply, in a quiet, tired voice, “I'm glad it's you. You understand her and I can see she's happy with you. I'm proud of you both for being so mature about this, too.”

>I nod and smirk a little. I can't help but feel good about it.

>And then I hear the slam of a car door from outside.

>Dad.

>Before I can prepare myself, the man crashes through the door with a brown bag under his arm.

>Looks at us, sitting around having coffee.

>He gets furious.

You ever see an old cop get angry enough to boil water just by touching it? It's scary as hell.

>>1320

> “You!” he screams, “You're fucking dead! DEAD!”

>He starts toward me, booze still tucked in his elbow.

>I stand, ready to take a fist to the jaw.

>Marcy yells “Leave him alone!”

>He gets inches away from my face and we stare each other down for what feels like an eternity.

>His breath stinks of cheap beer and old food.

>Stepmom is standing with her hand positioned on the receiver of their phone, I presume to call emergency services when I find my face being caved in by his boot.

> “I always knew you were a piece of shit, Anon. Knew it from the moment I saw ya, you were a no good fucking loser just like that friend of yours.”

>He's referring to my friend who ended up committing suicide just weeks ago. I'd made the mistake of telling him when I'd called to check on Marcy.

>Furious, I yell “You leave Jo out of this!” and step toward him.

> “Robert, leave the boy alone” My stepmom says

> “Nah, nah, nah….He's thinks he's a man, he's gonna get treated like one, and gonna get his ass kicked like one. C'mon, Anon, be a fucking man and help her move her stuff out. All's you gotta do is get through me. C'mon boy, I know you're gonna kick my ass, ain’t that right?! Huh?”

>He finally sets his bottle down on the table, stretches his arms outward and begs me to hit him.

> “Hit me! It'll be the last thing you fuckin' do.”

>Up to this point I've been nothing but passive toward him.

>I just want to talk.

>Tell him to calm down, that I just want to talk. “We can work this out like adults.”

>He laughs in my face, says we're past the point of talking.

>I'm tired of this shit.

> Yell “So then fucking hit me, man. I ain't doing shit to you, so come on! Hit me, motherfucker! I ain't gonna fight back, I ain't gonna sink as low as you! I'm a better man than you.”

>This snaps him.

>I take the first hit to the ear, the second to my gut. Three and four are both kicks square to the nose as I'm laying on the ground.

>Then five, a boot to the eye.

>Then Six, a swift kick to the temple.

>And then I lose count of how many times I've been kicked or stomped on.

>Marcy screams for him to stop, starts banging on his back with her fists and scratching at his face.

>Stepmom leaves the room with the cordless phone gripped tightly in her hand.

>He pulls his foot back like he's about to kick me again, but stops when he realizes what he's done.

>He's breathing heavily, staring down at me from the bottom of his eyes. His knuckles are white, and there's drops of blood on his fist and a single drop on his face.

>Grabs my shirt and pulls me up to him.

>Screams into my face before spitting on me and pushing me to the floor again.

>My head collides harshly with the floor, and I start seeing stars.

> Turns to his bottle and picks it up again, says “Get your shit and get out of here. I don't ever want to see either of you again. Especially you.”

>He points the blunt end of the bottle at me and kicks my foot.

> “Gladly.” I say, trying not to cry in front of Marceline.

>>1321

>He storms out to the backyard and slams the door, knocking a framed photo off the shelf.

>Almost too appropriately, it's a photo of us all (Dad, Stepmom, Marcy and I) by a lake, smiling and having fun. The glass shatters on the tile loudly and I jump at the sound.

>Stepmom comes back in and offers to patch me up. The hand with the phone in it is shaking violently.

>I accept the offer and we go to the kitchen table.

>I sit down, Marcy takes the seat next to me.

>She's sobbing again, saying that she's so sorry and that it's her fault I got hurt.

>I say 'Don't you dare blame yourself for this. I let him win.'

>I try to smile, let her know it's okay, but my face hurts like a mother-fucker.

>And I think I taste blood.

>Stepmom reemerges from the bathroom with the first aid kit and fixes up my face as best as she can.

>I don't need stitches, but my nose is bleeding like crazy.

>I've got blood all over my fucking favorite T-Shirt, too. I had to order a brand new Ghostbusters shirt…Fucking asshole.

>I wait until it stops before I make my way up to Marcy's room. I hear dad yelling gibberish in the backyard followed by something about me being a cunt.

>Thank stepmom for helping me, she smiles and pats my shoulder, says “Hey, what are moms for, huh? Go on, kiddo. Help your sister move her stuff, and I'll see you when you're done. I'm gonna go pour myself a drink.”

>I'm relieved that she's so cool with me.

>I'm also glad that she has medical experience.

>I take Marcy by the hand and she leads me up to her room.

>>1322

>We climb the stairs, I look to the right and see my old room from four years ago.

>Marcy had moved back upstairs when I left.

>There's still a Halo Reach poster next to the window, a German flag is hanging over the window just like I'd left it.

>My old bed is still there; Made up like it was waiting for someone to come back to it. Someone that never would return.

>It's kinda sad, seeing it like this.

>Marcy says that she put the poster back up on the wall because it reminded her of living with me.

> “It was kinda like you were still here, even though you weren't. I'd look in and see it and go 'Oh, hey! Anon's got his door open, I wonder what he's up to.' But you weren't up to anything because you weren't here.

> I smile and kiss her cheek.

> “Even though I knew you were halfway across the country, I still wanted to feel like you were home….I missed you.”

>I hug her and say “I'm not leaving you again.”

>And this time I mean it.

>She perks up and tells me to go in and look around.

>I oblige.

>True to her word, she'd left my stuff (the small amount of it that was left there) in its original spot.

>The wall by the closet still had my Black Ops poster.

>But the closet itself was now being used as a storage area for miscellaneous boxes and junk.

>I freeze in the center of the room and remember all the history that happened here.

>Sordid, depraved history -but history nonetheless.

>First kiss ever.

>Meeting the girl I'd end up with today.

>Staying up late playing video games with her.

>Lecturing her on proper split screen Halo rules after a heated argument on fairness. (If you screen-peek, fuck you. You ruin fun.)

>Smoking weed for the first time with my friend, blowing smoke out the window and coughing like cancer patients while she laughed at both of us.

>Helping Marcy get out the window when we'd sneak out to go hang with friends. And subsequently boosting her up so she could sneak back to her room.

>Slow dancing on my messy floor to 1979…and Nightcall…And Two of The Lucky Ones.

>Screaming at her because she walked in on me fapping.

>Laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation and sitting on the floor with her to play cards.

>Sleeping together in my tiny bed on stormy nights.

>Sitting in the window with a glass of stolen whiskey on Christmas Eve, staring out into the snow and wishing I could have grown up with her.

>Also hoping and praying that I was being the best brother I could be for her.

>Wondering if we'd have done what we did if we had grown up together.

>Excitedly running upstairs after school so we could settle a debate over a game of Smash Bros.

>Learning that I'd be moving after summer ended.

>Being cautiously optimistic about not moving.

>Crying my eyes out when I realized I'd lose her when I moved.

>Checking through the room one last time while I listened to her cry her eyes out through the paper thin walls.

>I might be a little too sentimental.

>>1323

Marcy brushes her fingers against my face, making my wounds sting.

>I wince, and she lets up, says sorry.

>I hear stepmom and dad arguing in the backyard.

>She's really laying into him, calling him a monster, a psychopath, says that he'll end up in jail if he keeps going.

>Saying that this is why she's leaving him.

>Ho-ly shit.

>Marcy just looks at the floor and frowns when she hears it.

>I tell her to ignore it.

>They'll settle it themselves.

>Marcy digs a box out of the closet and opens it, digging through it with a determined look on her face.

>Finally, she pulls an old, damaged picture from the box.

>It's the picture of us by the lake; The one where I'm giving her a piggyback ride and she's smiling.

>I'd almost forgotten how goddamn cute she looked with braces.

>That heart is still around both of our faces, the writing is still there on the back.

>She hands it to me and I feel something in the pit of my stomach.

>Not a bad something, but a good something.

>I'd liken it to the feeling you get when you see an old friend after years of being away from them. That warmth that leaves just as fast as it came.

> “I kept it. Even after you moved away, I still kept it in my dresser drawer so I'd see it every day, but I moved it to the box after you told me you dated someone else.”

“I'm sorry, Marcy.” I say.

> “Not your fault, Bro. You're a young man, you gotta have some fun, right? I just…got jealous and didn't want to think about you having fun with someone else.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn't have nearly as much fun with her as I did with you.”

> “That's good to hear! I'm glad that I'm still your favorite.”

“Always,” I say, “it'd be impossible to replace you.”

>She smiles and pokes me in the cheek, and makes a fart noise which causes me to jerk away and yell from pain.

> She apologizes, and I grudgingly accept.

>Damn, my face hurts.

>After a little more standing, we go to Marcy's room.

>Jesus, has it changed.

>The pink bedspread is gone, the pink curtains, the pink walls, all gone.

>She grew up.

>I'm not sure what to feel about it, either.

>I miss the old, girly Marcy.

>Granted, this is exactly the décor a girl her age should have.

>Muted tan walls, her sheets look like they were cut from the same cloth as Clint Eastwood's poncho in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

>A One Direction poster that's been vandalized with googly eyes and marker mustaches hangs on her wall. Zane sports a Hitler stache, and a swastika armband…classy.

>Stuffed Tapir (I remember his name, Snooty. Little bastard watched me deflower her all those years ago and was cool enough not to rat on us) is still there on the pillow, but I can't find the other animals she used to have.

>Nevermind, she's still the same person; It's just under the surface.

>>1324

> “Welp, this is me.”

“I like what you've done with it.”

> “I thought you would.”

“What happened to all the pink and purple, though?”

> “I'm not fourteen anymore, dum-dum. I mean -yeah, Pink's still my favorite color, but I'm not crazy about it anymore.”

Just then, a sharp taste of blood hits my tongue. I swallow it in order to not spit it all over everything. Shit's gross.

>I set to work disassembling her furniture while she folds her clothes, sheets, and other stuff for packing.

>Dad comes up to say something, but when I look at him with my face covered in bandages and bruises, he retreats and punches a hole in the wall as he's descending the stairs.

>Stepmom comes up to give us glasses of sweet tea and leftovers from the night before. Says that dad says he's sorry.

>I don't give a fuck what he says, I've got Shepherd's pie, madafukka.

>Devour it like a hyena and get back to work.

>Moving furniture is kind of our specialty, since Marcy would have me rearrange her room every weekend.

>We manage to get the dresser down the stairs and into the van without a single mishap.

>Then the bed.

>Then the rest of the shit.

>By afternoon we've packed everything in the van.

>I'm sore, my face is fucking killing me, and I'm probably concussed, but dear fuck am I happy that I'm done with that shit.

>Marcy is happy too, since we're leaving all this behind us to go begin a life together.

>Stepmom meets us on the porch, hugs both of us tightly.

>Tells Marcy to stay in contact.

>She says that she will.

>Tells Marcy to keep me out of trouble.

>She laughs, slugs me in the arm and says that I'm not cool enough to get in trouble.

>Ouch, sis. Ouch.

>Stepmom turns to me now, says “Don't be strangers, okay? I'd hate to lose you guys for real. Come visit sometime, we'll go have a night on the town.”

>She then steps back and looks us up and down, smiling to herself.

> “You two do make a cute couple. I'm so proud of you both, you're good kids.”

> I ask, “What about Dad, though?”

> She kicks a leaf off the steps and says “I'm not sure this will work out between him and I. He's not the man I married. He doesn't do anything but drink anymore.”

>I'd heard those exact words from my mother before. “Not the man I married.”

>History repeating itself for the umpteenth time.

>I give Stepmom a hug again and she does a last minute check on my bandages. Satisfied with her work, she kisses my forehead and flicks the brim of my hat playfully.

>She hugs Marcy again and kisses her cheek. Tells her to keep me out of trouble, again.

> “Will do, mom.”

> We exchange our final 'I love you's and start toward the van.

>As we walk down the path to the van, Stepmom yells for us to be safe, pull over if I get tired, etc.

>I tell her that I'll do that.

>Marcy waves goodbye to her mother, and she waves back.

>I can see the tears in her eyes from the sidewalk.

>She's happy, Marcy's happy, I'm happy.

>Dad's chopping wood like a fucking maniac in the backyard.

>We are witnessing the dissolving of one family, and the formation of another.

>The day we'd fantasized about since we were 14 is finally upon us.

>I sit in the driver's seat and look at myself in the rear-view mirror.

>I look like I got jumped, which isn't too far from the truth.

>Marcy, after doing some last minute checks on the cargo, climbs up into the passenger seat.

>We glance at each other for a minute.

>Every last bit of uncertainty leaves us as we both start grinning.

>I turn the key, the engine comes alive, and we drive down our old street and back into the town.

“Take a good look,” I say, “We're probably never gonna be able to come back here again.”

>She takes a look out the window and smiles.

>She rolls the window down and sticks her head out of it, her hair flows in the wind as I watch her leaning out the window like a dog.

> “GOOD RIDDANCE, YOU JERKS!” she shouts.

> “I'M GONE, AND I'M NEVER COMING BACK!”

>Despite the pain, I'm smiling ear to ear.

>Finally, after all this time, we're a real couple; Unashamed of who we are and what we are. We don't have to hide anymore

>I know I said that the day she showed up again might have been the best day of my life, but it might have been replaced.

>>1325

>The sun is setting to the west, to our right as we travel southbound on the freeway.

> Marcy's every earthly possession is in the back of the van.

>My real, actual family is close, they'll put us up in their house.

>I won't have to worry about living in the street, and neither will she.

>Our lives are starting right now. Before now, we'd been hiding, but now we're allowed to live without the looming fear of being found out.

>You can understand why I'm giddy.

> I flip on cruise control, Marcy tunes the radio to the pop station and we listen to some shitty Bruno Mars bullshit.

>I look over at her. Her window is down, her hair is blowing around behind her head in a wild flurry of auburn strands.

>She looks like a goddamn angel.

>She's smiling from ear to ear, as well. Her cheeks are a little flushed red from crying and shouting, though.

>I'm kinda lucky to be where I am right now.

>Fuck that, really lucky.

>She looks over at me.

>Still smiling.

>Sings“I loooveeee youuuuuuuu.” in a cheery little voice.

>She takes my hand and shakes it excitedly.

> “Weeeee'rrrrrre gonna get maaarrrrrieeeedddd!”

“That's still a ways away, Marcy.”

> “I know, but can you believe it? We're finally doing it!”

“I'm in enough pain to know that this is real.”

> “Yeah…He really did a number on you.”

“I'm fine.”

> “You're darn right you are, mister.”

>She pokes my hand and makes obnoxious kissing noises.

>I almost forgot how bizarre her idea of flirting was.

>That's just part of her charm.

>When we get home, I park the van beside the house and stumble inside with Marcy's hand in mine.

>I make my way to the bathroom and get a look at myself in the mirror.

> My right eye is swollen shut, there's cuts all over my face, I still taste blood.

>PUNISHED ANON

>A NEET WHO GOT THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF HIM

>IIIIIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMMM NUUUUUUUUUUUCLEARRRRRRRRRRRRRR

>IIIIIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMMM WIIIILLLLLDDDDDDDD

>Ahem…enough of that.

>I go and sit on the floor in front of the TV after cleaning my face up a little more.

>Marcy says she's bored of TV and wants to play a game or something.

>Alright by me.

>Boot up ye olde Xbox 360 in my room.

>Take Gears of War 2 off the shelf.

>Play horde mode until we both fall asleep on my bed.

>Dream about the night we met again.

>Sleep happily.

Let's fast forward two weeks now; We've moved out of the shack and into a house with my Grandma. We're sharing a room again, Marcy has decorated the place to her liking, and we're loving life for the first time in forever. Stepmom and Dad get their divorce rolling, Dad gets angrier than hell. He threatens to find me and fuck me up for ruining his marriage, and I end up keeping my gun next to my bed for a few days. I'm not sure if I'd have shot him if I had to, but I'd like to think that I'd do it to keep my family safe, though.

God it feels good to say that… “My family.”

>>1326

Now is when we resume our sex life. With the stress we've been enduring lately, we needed a way to release some of it. You guys think I'd leave this out? C'mon, you know me! And you know that I'm bad at writing smut, but I'll try my best for you guys.

>Late at night. My Grandma is down at the store helping Uncle since it's apparently a busy night. Marcy and I are watching the kids.

>My little sister is 12, Marcy busies herself playing with her while my brother (We'll call him Scott) and I sit on the porch and shoot the shit.

>It's nice to see my sisters getting along. I thought there'd be a ton of awkwardness, but they don't seem to think anything is weird about it. They both knew Marcy beforehand and think of her more as a friend than family.

>I ask him how Grandma's doing, he says that she's still tough as hell.

“That's good,” I say, “it's good to see you guys again.”

> “Yeah, you too, man. You took the xbox, so I've been bored as fuck for the past month.” He laughs.

>Marcy announces that she's almost done braiding my sister's hair and demands that I come in and help her get the kids to bed.

>I stand up, down the rest of my tea, and open the back door.

>Brother says “It was good catching up with you, Anon. I actually did miss you a little.”

>Smile and punch him in the shoulder, he laughs and returns the gesture.

>Kid's only 15, but he's got his shit together, I'm proud of him. I'm sure he'll be able to land any job he wants.

>Head inside and find my little sister (I'm going to call her Andrea, for the purposes of this story) with her eyes glued to the TV while Marcy absently braids her hair.

> Marcy looks to me and says “This one's way past her bedtime, but she's just so frickin' adorable that I can't send her. Would you do it for me? Pleaaaase?”

>Yep.

“Andrea, c'mon. It's late, you gotta get some sleep. Mom'll be angry if she knows I let you stay up so late watching TV.”

> “But anooonnnnnnn!”

“No buts.”

> “Fine!”

>Andrea sticks her tongue out at me and storms off to bed.

>But before I hear her door slam, she shouts “THANK YOU MARMAR!”

>Marcy chuckles at the nickname.

>My little brother shoots me a knowing look as he shuffles down the hallway and closes his door with a smirk.

>Now we're alone.

>I'm almost 100% sure that Scott knows what we're up to.

>Nah, he knows what's about to happen. Like I said, the kid's smart.

>But, true to his nature, he's gonna be cool about it.

>I plop down on the couch next to Marcy and she snuggles up to me.

>Andrea was watching some Disney Channel sitcom, and I go to change the channel, but Marcy slaps my hand.

> “I'm watching this, you dingus!”

“You're joking, right? I wanted to play GTA with my friends…”

> “Oh, so your cool internet friends are more important than your sister, now?” She says, feigning anger.

“Right now? Yeah. Zach and them wanted to do the big bank heist and I'm the only one not on right now. They're all waiting for me.”

> “Forget about Zach, broseph. You play with those guys too much.”

“Well what else am I going to when I'm not sitting behind the counter, wasting away?”

>She gets a little smirk on her face.

> “Me?”

>She pulls the collar of her T-Shirt so her shoulder becomes visible, along with the very top of the bra she's got on.

>Whip out my phone and tell my friends they'll need to find another driver tonight. The Pacific Standard Job will have to wait.

>As soon as I get their disappointed responses, I toss the phone onto the end table and pounce on her

>>1327

(Thank you, Rockstar Studios)

>Our lips lock, and she moans as our tongues swirl around each other.

>She's got both of her hands on my cheeks, I've got mine over her ears.

>Her tongue explores the back of my teeth as she runs her hands through my hair.

>I move my hands to her jawline and I can feel her quickening heartbeat under my fingertips

>She breaks the kiss to whisper “I love you” to me.

>Tell her that I love her too.

>Satisfied with this, she resumes kissing me.

>Oh, how I missed these moments while I was away.

> She starts to take off her shirt, but I protest.

>She cocks an eyebrow at me and I say

“Andrea might walk out to get a drink or something. Let's go to our room. Don't wanna traumatize the poor girl, right?”

>Hear Scott shout “She's not the only one who's traumatized, you dick!” from the down the hall.

>Cheeky bastard.

>She bites her lip and smiles, grabs me by the hand and drags me to our room.

>In an entirely different wing of the house than Andrea or Scott's rooms. They won't hear or see a thing.

>We bought a queen sized mattress so we could sleep together.

>I rip my shirt off and toss it into the windowsill

>I push her down onto the bed and start working on my belt.

>She pulls my hand away and says “Allow me, dork.”

>She gets it off and tosses it onto the floor.

>She unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper down with her teeth.

>All while maintaining direct eye contact and smiling warmly.

>I have no idea where she learned that, but it managed to turn me on like no other.

>When my pants fall down around my ankles, she leans back on her elbows and pulls her pants down too, before pulling off her shirt.

>We're both sitting there in our underwear now

>She's wearing a cute pair of lacy pink panties and pink sports bra.

>I smile and start kissing her again.

>I've been at half mast since the couch, but now I'm fully erect.

>She notices, brushes her hand against it through the fabric of my boxers

>I take my hand off her side and grope her breast.

>She bites her lip and pushes her hand against my dick harder.

>I can't take it anymore, I need to have her.

>Pull away from her, start working on getting her panties off.

>She takes the hint and starts taking her bra off.

>When I get her panties off, I drop them on the floor.

>There's still a bit of hair on her, but it's not a forest. It's nice.

>Remember all those nights I spent on my bed with my tongue in her thighs years ago?

>This is where it pays off.

>Without being told, I put my mouth directly on her and start to work on her.

>I tease her at first, tracing my tongue around her entrance. She's wet…Real wet.

>She responds to this by taking handfuls of my hair and pushing my face into her pussy.

>She moans loudly and says 'Oh my god, bro. I missed this so much.'

>Mumble as best as I can “I know.”

>Start going at her again.

>Licking her.

>Tasting her.

>Trying to please her.

>And I think I'm doing alright.

>>1328

>I'm running my tongue across her clit slowly and occasionally dipping my tongue further into her.

>She's now pulling my hair harshly with both of her hands and squirming around under me.

>Her breathing is ragged and quick. Her entire body is shaking ever so slightly

>She's close.

>I go for broke now; Eating her out for all I'm worth.

>She screams, laughs, and whimpers.

>And then she cums.

>Holy shit does she cum.

>She bucks her hips upward and her hipbone smashes into my temple.

>She scratches my head with her nails harshly. I'm sure she's drawing blood, but I don't care.

>She isn't wailing like a banshee, she's just panting and saying 'I love you, I love you, I love you' over and over again.

>I would tell her that I loved her too, but with my mouth on her I can only speak in vowels.

“Ahh Uv Oo Choo”

>When she comes down from her orgasm, she demands that I kiss her.

>I crawl on hand and knee up to her face and we lock lips.

>Her face is flushed, there's bits of hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her breasts are heaving up and down with each breath.

>I look at her and I can't help but grin.

>I did good, and she lets me know by kissing me sweetly.

>I'm still painfully hard, though.

>She takes notice, looking down at it.

>Bites her lip, says “C'mere, you big goof.”

>I only wish that her dirty talk was a little more dirty and a little less cartoony.

>Or not, I think it's fucking adorable.

>She jams her hand into the fly of my boxers and starts stroking my cock.

>I wish I could say I shuddered in pleasure, moaned in escstacy and all that, but my dick is so beaten up that I'm surprised I can even register the sensation of touch down there.

>That's an exaggeration, I did feel something. One part emotional, one part physical.

>100% 'Right place, right time.' feelings.

>She strokes me for a bit before I go to take my boxers off.

>Instead of letting me work them off by myself, she grabs the ends of both legs and yanks them off me.

>Aaaaand now we're both butt naked. (Is it butt nekkid, or buck naked? Butt nyekkid? Ah, fuck it.)

>Time for ze sex, ja.

>I ask how we want to do it.

>She says that I should be on top.

>She really likes being on bottom.

>I don't mind, I like watching her facial expressions.

>She lays on her back and parts her legs a bit.

>One of her hands is on her stomach, the other is up on the pillow.

>As I get myself into position, I'm looking down at this girl, taking in her body.

>She filled out beautifully as she grew up; Back at 14, she was gangly and weird, still really juvenile.

>Now she's stunning; Her hips are more pronounced, her breasts are full and proud, but she's still a kid at heart.

>Pic related is the closest I could find to her body, in case you're wondering. It ain't her.

Back to the lewdness.

>She takes the hand off her stomach and puts it on my chest.

>I take my hand and lace my fingers in between hers on the other hand.

>I use my free hand to line myself up with her entrance.

>We make direct eye contact as I push myself into her.

>I'm looking deep into her beautiful green eyes, she's not breaking focus at all.

>I thrust myself into her and her eyes drift upward as she moans and bites her lip.

>They flutter closed as I pull back a little.

>I start going at a steady, slow tempo. She crosses her legs behind my back.

>In between her usual, quiet moans she throws in an occasional “I love you,” or “I missed you so much.”

>I kiss her, say that I missed her too. She takes her hand off my chest and puts it on my face; Her touch is tentative, exploratory.

>Last time she saw me, I was bald faced and short haired; A picture of adolescence.

>Now my hair is long, I've got a great deal of almost there facial hair.

>I look okay, now. Certainly not Brad Pitt good, but I'm not Jonah Hill bad anymore, which is great.

>She remarks about it.

> “Gosh, bro. You grew up to be all handsome and stuff.”

I say, “I'm not the only one, you look fucking beautiful.”

> “You're just sayin' that, haha.”

Say “Oh, c'mon; You see how all my friends look at you, don't you?”

>>1329

Mind you; we're still having sex while this conversation is going on.

> “They're just being -ah, ooh- being nice. Forget about them, Anon, I don't want anyone but you.”

>D'awwwww.

>Start picking up pace, emboldened by her compliments.

>She starts moaning louder, scratching my back with her long, rainbow painted nails.

>Always with the rainbow nails. Always.

>I'm getting close, I feel the head of my cock getting really sensitive.

>I've got maybe five seconds before I blow.

Say, “Baby, I'm gonna cum.”

> She opens her eyes, focuses directly on mine and says “If you pull out we won't be best friends anymore.” and gives an over the top pout.

>Why does she do this to me? She knows that the innocent talk gets me going.

>That's exactly why she does it.

>I push in one last time, bottoming out and sliding in to the hilt as I cum.

>I cum for what feels like five minutes. Five minutes of continuous orgasm.

>I've not fapped for weeks. Just haven't felt it.

>I'm buried inside her, spraying my seed into her.

>She feels my member twitching around, says that she feels me cumming in her.

>She's smiling and kissing me, gazing deeply into my eyes as I continue to release into her.

>When I finally stop, I collapse on top of her and I feel so drained that I'm struggling not to fall asleep.

>She lies under me, panting and running her hands all over my back.

>But she rolls me over so she can lay on top of me.

>We're sitting, my softening dick still inside of my sister.

>She leans up, starts searching for something on the headboard.

>Her breasts are dangling in front of my face, and I can't help but take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on it.

>She gasps and giggles, tells me that it feels good.

> “Do the other one?”

>Why yes. Yes I will.

> I repeat this action on her other breast, and she finally returns to her original position, which pulls her tit out of my mouth.

>She's holding her phone to her ear now, putting her finger to her mouth, doing the 'Shhh' gesture.

>She says “Hello? Oh hey Mom!”

>>1330

>My semi erect cock is still in her, and she's taking a call from Stepmom.

> “Oh, cool! I'm going to put you on speaker, ok?”

>Wut.

> Hear stepmom on the other end of the line “Anon?”

“Yeah?”

> “How ya doing?” She says. She sounds happy, not as hopeless.

“I'm doing great, actually.” I say, looking at Marcy. She sticks her tongue out and twists her nipples.

> “Well I was calling to say that I moved to the UP, and I think you two ought to come up for the housewarming party. Robert and I are through and I want to see my kids again since this place is so lonely.”

“Uh yeah Megan, sounds great!”

> “Did you just call me Megan? Please, boy. That's 'Mom' to you. Don't think that you're getting away from me that easy. Once my stepson, always my stepson.”

>Despite the fact that I'm talking to my stepmom (Well, ex stepmom?) I'm getting hard again.

>Marcy is slowly grinding back and forth on me, trying to bring little willy back to life.

>She says that she can go off speaker now, that she wants to talk to Marcy.

>I oblige, and hand her the phone back.

>And then I start thrusting into her as fast and hard as I can.

>She's stifling moans as she talks to her mother, slapping me to try to get me to stop.

>I keep fucking her as fast as I can; Bracing my hands on her hips and using that to lift her and drop her to meet my thrusts.

>Within five minutes I cum again, still deep inside her.

>She actually moans this time, out loud. She puts her hand over her mouth and looks at me with smiling eyes. She's getting off on this.

> Hear Stepmom go 'Marcy? You Okay?'

> “Yeah…Can I call you back?”

>A few seconds of silence, followed by Marcy putting her phone back on the windowsill.

>She looks me in the eye and says “You frickin' meanie! Thanks for making that super awkward!”

>I just laugh and pull her off of me, she gasps as I pull out.

>She snuggles up to me and kisses my chin.

>She falls asleep almost directly after that.

>I lay awake, feeling like I'm floating.

>Is this what I've been missing? God, am I an idiot.

>Fall asleep after kissing her forehead and telling her that I love her.

Can you guys tell that I've been trying to improve my issues with writing sex scenes? It's hard for me, and I've no idea why. I can write about the most horrific things my mind can conjure, but sex still makes me uneasy when writing it.

This is a learning experience for us all, that's one thing I'm sure of.

Now, onto some of the other stuff again; The other side of things.

And now Anon presents: Moments With Marcy 2: Electric Poopaloo.

Quick Stop Blues:

>Midnight; I'm sitting on a barstool behind the counter of Uncle's Quick-Stop as part of my deal with him.

>Marcy is here with me too, because she doesn't leave my side -even when I demand that she do so.

>She's got her feet up on the counter, and she's sitting in a director's chair next to me.

>I find this extremely funny because I always romanticized the lifestyles of the Dante and Randall in the movie Clerks when I was younger. Now I realize how boring this shit really is.

>Still love Clerks 1&2, though.

>And now, we're fulfilling the roles perfectly. She's sporadic and crude, I'm tired and ungrateful.

>And I wasn't even supposed to be there that day.

>I'm listening to Sword and Scale (if you like true crime, check 'em out if you haven't. Real informative and it's got a lot of info on some obscure cases) on my laptop, Marcy's drawing asses in her sketchbook.

>Pic related.

Eh, it gave me a sensible chuckle.

>Marcy lays her sketchbook on the counter loudly, scaring the shit out of me.

>Says “I'm so borrrrreeeeeddddddddd ugh.”

I say “Remember our deal? Six more nights.”

> “Bleh I'm gunna die, bro. If I die I want you to have Snooty. Keep him safe, protect him with your life. The fate of the universe depends on his survival.”

“You're not going to die. I know CPR, you'll be fine.”

> “No, not even mouth to mouth can cure this boredom.”

“You sure about that?”

> “You know that if we get caught making out when a customer walks in, Lee will frickin' decapitate us.”

“Oh, right.”

>A bit of time passes and I get done with the episode I was listening to. I close my laptop and turn to look out the window with a solidifying hatred for Joseph McEnroe.

>There's maybe a single car passing us every thirty minutes. But the sign says '24 HOURS A DAY' so we're stuck here until Uncle Chucklefuck dismisses us.

>Decide that I'm gonna kill some time by restocking the shelves.

>Go to the back, take some merch and start putting it on the shelves again.

>As I'm walking back, snag a bag of beef jerky and open it, deposit the according amount of cash into the register when I get back to my stool.

>Share jerky with Marcy while we sit and stare at our reflections in the glass on the coolers.

>I'd always said that this is where I saw myself in five years. Stupid me.

>Suddenly, a wild customer pulls up in front.

>Without even saying a word, we make a decision to fuck with this guy.

“Rain man?” I say

> “Rain man? Oh, right, rain man. Gotcha.” Marcy responds.

>Fucking beautiful.

>Guy walks in; He's a young dude, dressed in slacks and a shirt, his tie is loose around his neck.

>He comes back up to the counter with a Monster and a bag of Doritos.

“Long night of driving?” I say

> “L-long night? Definitely long night.” Marcy says.

>Guy looks at her like she's crazy.

“You'll have to excuse my sister here, she's kinda scewloose. I think they call it Artism?”

>Def-def-definitely screwloose. Cuckoo, crazy, bonkers! Woop Woop! That's the sound of the police cars! Autism! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Quack.”

>I thank her interest in drama for her improv skills.

>Guy says “Yeah, I'm coming from Florida and I'm trying to make it to Oregon by Friday.”

“Nice. Oregon's nice this time of year. Ever been to Newport? Beautiful city, man. Beautiful city.”

> “It's nice, real nice, definitely nice. Big forests, lots of places to go, mountains and waterrrr. Mountainsssssss….anddddd….waterrrrrr.” she says, staring at her shoes with an axe murderer grin.

>Guy pays me with a 10, tells me to keep the change, and vacates the store like he's about to be cannibalized.

>We laugh heartily as he drives off.

“How the hell do you do that?”

> “Do what?”

“Sound legitimately crazy on demand.”

> “Acting, my dear brother. I was merely pretending to be retarded. See? Watch!”

>She pulls her arms into her sleeves and starts flailing around

> “MY NAME'S ANON, I WANNA BE AN ANIMATOR BUT I CAN'T DRAW! I'M STUPID HANDSOME BUT I CAN'T TALK TO GIRLS! I'M A WRITER WHO CAN'T FINISH ANYTHING BLOOBLOOBLOO.”

“Ouch.”

> “Oh come on, you know it's true.'

>>1332

It's Marcy's birthday, we go to a club, I get angry at a shitty DJ:

Her birthday was another thing that's happened since the last update went out. She finally turned 18, and I tried like hell to make her 18th a good birthday for her, but you can only do so much with limited resources/time. She wanted to go to a club, so that's what we ended up doing. And had something on my mind that I needed to get off my mind. I had a friend who got married to a 25 year old woman with a child when he was 19, and I was thinking about his situation the entire year before I moved. I imagined that if he could do it, I could do it too. Although I never wanted to because it scares the piss out of me. I don't know why, either. We're already living together, the next logical step is marriage. But later, maybe when we're both 20ish or so.

Maybe I could make this work. Maybe there could be hope for a brighter future ahead.

Before you ask; No. This club did not play this song, or anything remotely as good. I would have killed to listen to this, ingest some illegal substances, and dance the night away with the love of my life, but One Direction ruins fucking -everything-.

>Have to drive for two hours to get to some shitty all ages club.

>I had no idea how to dress, so I just threw on a flannel and jeans and called it good.

>She looks good, though.

>Thigh length skirt, leggings, tank top, and sneakers. She's got one of my flannels (my many flannels) tied around her waist.

>We get there, I pay an insane amount of money to park my truck, and we wait in line for hours.

>She's excited.

>I'm sweaty.

>I can already tell from the faint thump I'm hearing that the music is going to irritate me.

>They're playing pop music. STRAIGHT UP, NON REMIXED POP MUSIC IN A FUCKING 'NIGHTCLUB'.

>REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>No EDM or Synthwave. This is a goddamn travesty.

>I make a joke about waiting until she's 21 so we can go to a real nighclub.

>She says that she heard this place was fun, tells me to loosen up and live a little.

>It's your funeral, babe.

>When we get in I immediately realize that I look way too old to be here.

>I see 14 year old kids EVERYWHERE.

>Katy Perry is singing her little heart out while lights strobe in my face.

>Marcy's got a giant smile on her face.

>I look like the Grinch.

>This is going to be miserable.

>>1334

>I find a seat in a nice circular booth, order a red bull and a coke for the both of us.

>She wastes no time trying to get me to dance.

>I respectfully decline, as I'm likely to just end up beating some poor soul to death in my attempt to get groovy.

>She begs and pleads, pulling on my arm and stomping her foot like an impatient kid.

>If I was capable of saying no to her, this thread wouldn't exist. I'd be a dumb schmuck with a weird stepsister and that'd be the end of it.

>But now I'm a dumb schmuck with a weird stepsister who I'm madly in love with.

>I give in and try my best to not make an ass of myself.

>Just waving my hands and stepping with the beat.

>Marcy is pressed up against me, grinding on me and sporting a giant grin.

>I guess I could get used to this.

>We dance until the song ends and then she drags me back to our booth.

>She tells me to sit down and when I do she takes a seat on my lap.

>She's sitting across my lap, her front facing to my left.

>But her upper body is turned toward me as she crosses her arms around my shoulders.

>We start making out, even though it's weird because we're in front of so many people.

>A lot of them are actually actively watching us, too.

>We've been doing this in secret for four years, so bringing it into such a public setting has us both on edge.

>But it's hot to think that I'm putting on a show for them.

>We start getting a little heavier with our kissing; She bites my lip and pulls on it a lot, which is cool and all, but…

>I'm kinda boiling alive because I know there's no way I'm going to be able to deal with this erection until we get home.

>She breaks the kiss to lean in and whisper something in my ear.

> I don't hear it because Radioactive is a loud piece of shit of a song.

“You have to speak up!” I yell.

> “I'm horny!”

>She immediately covers her mouth and looks around to see if anyone heard it.

>Indeed, someone did; The girls in the booth behind us look at us with either rage or jealousy. It was hard to tell with the strobes.

>I yell to her that there's always the bathroom, if she's serious.

> “No! Not in public!

>I forget; She's embarrassed of her body, and the idea of having sex where anyone at all might see us scares her.

>Eh, whatevs. It's her birthday, and I'm here to make it not suck.

>She said I did a good job at that.

>Now we're just sitting around awkwardly because she realized that guys are staring at her.

> “Anon this isn't as fun as I thought it'd be.”

“Wanna get out of here? I know a place you'll like.”

> “Oh? Yeah, okay! Let's go!”

>Awesome.

>She has no idea that I'm about to pull the biggest stunt I've ever pulled.

>>1335

>I got in real tight with a guy who does sound for a bunch of local bands.

>Every week or so there's a free concert put on by the university at their coffee shop.

>Local bands come in to play and get exposure, while people get to see some pretty good performances.

>Tonight is kind of special, though.

>My friend? He's also the front of his own band.

>And he offered to play a song for Marcy's birthday because I helped him fix his truck.

>It pays to help other people, guys. Remember that.

>We park and go inside, and Marcy takes the shirt off of her waist and puts it on.

>I order a cup of black coffee for me, and she ends up getting one of those drinks that has a name which can't be pronounced by unsophisticated types such as myself.

>My friend hasn't gone up yet. There's some girl reading poetry on stage.

>I think it's a piece about the tyranny of capitalism, but I could be wrong.

>Anyway, she finishes and everybody claps.

>My friend's band is introduced and I stand up in my seat.

>I wave and jump, and he sees me and nods to me.

> He says “Alright folks, change of plans; We were gonna start the night off with one of our songs, but I got a friend -some of y'all might know him, you might have seen him at the Quick-Stop by the highway. He's the guy jumping like an idiot in back. Anon, get your ass up and take responsibility for this.”

>I lift my hand and laugh. Some people clap.

> “And it's a very special day for someone he loves a whole lot. She's here with him tonight, and it's her birthday. Her 18th, in fact.”

>Marcy's head snaps at me and she looks so fucking happy.

>A couple of people whoop and whistle. A single hand pats my shoulder from the table behind me.

>I shrug and laugh a bit.

> “He told me this story about them when they were younger that touched me, and I figure it'd be best to have them tell it before we get on with the song he begged me to play.”

>He motions for us both to come up, and I have to peel Marcy out of her seat to get her to go up.

>We both walk up to the 'stage' (it's more of a soapbox) and I take the mic.

>Before I start, I ask her,

“Would it be alright if I tell them about the photo albums?”

>She bites her lip and nods slowly. But she says to leave the bits out that would incriminate us.

>The entire joint cracks up at that remark.

I'll paraphrase what I said, because I can't remember exactly what I said.

“Well, one night we were hanging in her house. She was digging through these old photo albums, and she found a picture of her dad. He died in a car crash back in '02 (lie) and she was real close with him, so she started crying and saying she missed him. I was her best friend at the time, and she was my only friend at the time so I held her and told her that it would be okay; That he'd be so goddamn proud of who she became. All the while, Billy Corgan is screaming his heart out on the radio about time easing pain, and how nobody knows where our secrets go. And we just sit there and cry together, and we hold each other, and we realize that we're a lot closer than we thought we were. And it was then that I realized that I loved her more than I love life, it was then that I realized that I wanted to be hers, and I wanted her to be mine. We've been together for almost five years, and we've had trouble like anyone would. But we stuck it out and we're here tonight. We're alive, and in love, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you, Marcy.”

And the crowd goes “Aww…”

>>1336

> “I love you too. Dude, you're the best, haha.”

>Her nervous laughter gets a few people to laugh too.

> I wish her a happy birthday and give the mic back to my friend.

>We walk back to our seats and people are commending me for going this far for her.

>I just smile and nod, still shaking because my public speaking skills are awful.

>She hears that familiar opening and her smile widens as she sits in my lap.

>The song that we both normally avoid listening to because of the odd emotional baggage it brings up is now being played for us by an indie folk band.

>For us this song used to represent that painful night by the lakeside; The night I told her I'd be leaving. Young love, failing to fully bloom due to inopportune timing and bad luck.

>But now it's taking on a whole new meaning; A message of hope.

>>1337

Time can ease the pain. Somehow feel the same.

No one knows where our secrets go.

>We allowed time to pass, and now we're not dealing with the pain of being apart.

>And now that part of our life is all but buried, and we are no longer outcasts due to the way we met.

>We're home, in each other's arms.

>A new beginning for two weary souls who -if we'd continued existing the way we did, would have drifted apart long ago.

>The lyrics 'Mother weep the years I'm missing, all our time can't be given back.' come up and I hold her close.

>She whispers in my ear “I love you so fucking much.” in the most innocent, loving voice I'd ever heard.

>So innocent and loving that the word 'fucking' seemed to multiply how hard it hit me.

>She doesn't curse much, and when she does it's either because she's angry or she's depressed. Or she can't control herself.

>She then whispers something else.

> “You are the greatest fucking brother a girl could ask for.”

>Way to stroke the old ego.

>Song starts coming to a close, these guys are playing their hearts out.

>Slamming drums, wailing guitar, my friend is belting out the final verse with every ounce of air he's got in him;

“Fool enough to almost be it.

Cool enough to not quite see it.

And old enough to always feel this.

Always old, I'll always feel this.

No more promise, no more sorrow,

no longer will I follow.

Can anybody hear me?

I just want to be me.

And when I can,

I will.

Try to understand;

That when I can,

I will.”

>>1338

>Coffee Shop explodes in applause.

>My friend points to me and says 'I don't deserve the attention, folks. That guy right there deserves it, give him a big round of applause.”

>Americans love to clap, for you Europeans.

>And they clapped alright.

>They clapped until I had to shout over them to get them to stop.

>We watch them play the rest of their set, all while Marcy keeps telling me

> “I'm so happy that you're my brother, man. So happy.”

We went home after they finished up their set, and we made love. Slow, emotional, powerful, tearjerking love. To greentext it would trivialize it; Break it down to the barest of minimums and exploit it as a means to convey the wrong message. It was not just sex; Sex is normal, sex is a part of the human experience. But this…this was beyond human. It was spiritual, ethereal.

I can't describe the feelings I felt as I undressed her and led her to our bed. I can't describe how I felt as I lie there under her, with her beautiful body writhing atop me in pleasure. There was something nostalgic about it; It felt like something we'd long forgotten about that we rediscovered. I'd say that it's just an echo of the night we lost our virginities to each other. It was like that, only astronomically more satisfying.

We were there for hours, and when we finished, I had finished in her a total of three times. She had reached climax five times, and the sun was cresting the horizon as we lay in the afterglow of the best sex we've both had in a long time.

She passed out after the fifth orgasm, and I was the only one still awake. As I lay there with her, panting lazily on my chest, I finally realized my purpose on this earth; To live -and die- beside this wonderful woman.

Weeks pass and our relationship strengthens. We devote more time to each other, we don't leave each other's sides, we focus on each other and only each other. We pool our money and decide to go up to Stepmom's house for the 4th. We are still here.

>>1339

>It's the third of July, we're in a tiny town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

>I'm strangely reminded of the small towns I spent my time in back in Idaho and Oregon. The tiny, quaint, forested towns that I longed for after moving to a flyover state.

>It's actually a sight more chilly here than down in my neck of the woods. We're both wearing light jackets and the locals are looking at us like we're crazy.

>Stepmom said it's tough for her to give directions, so she opted to meet us in town and drive us out to her new place.

>She quit working at the hospital, used some of her money to start a used clothing store. Bought a nice house on some beautiful acreage.

>Marcy and I are sitting in the truck, parked in the parking lot of this tiny grocery store.

>She's leaning against me, and I'm sure she's asleep.

>She's got a big smile on her face, though.

>God damn does she look peaceful.

>I just let her sleep for now.

>Even if it's endearing, she's still hyperactive as all fuck, and that can get tiring.

>Still love it, though. I just have trouble keeping up.

>Wait for stepmom to show up, put on the radio and zone out.

>Think about what it'd be like to see this town 20 years after an apocalypse.

>Just got done playing The Last of Us again.

>Think it'd be pretty neat lookin'.

>Then I start thinking about how I'd do in a zombie apocalypse.

>I'd probably end up getting shot trying to keep my group safe or someshit.

>Or eaten by walkers.

>Or raped, killed, or both. And maybe not in that order.

>I decide that that's enough for now and start looking around for stepmom's car. She drives a blue Jeep, so it'd be hard to miss her.

>Sure enough, there's the Jeep at the stoplight.

>I wake Marcy up and we step out of the truck to greet stepmom.

>She parks in the spot across from us and jumps out, rushes to Marcy and grabs her all while smiling.

>It's a beautiful reunion.

>And then she does the same to me, running over and nearly putting me on my ass when she hugs me.

>I see where Marcy gets her eccentric side from, now.

>She tells us to follow her home.

>We do.

>When we get to her house, I'm jealous as fuck.

>Beautiful two level ranch home, wraparound porch, big backyard with a pool.

>I wonder if it's to late to move again…No, no, I like it back home.

>I get to play Clerks for a living.

> She shows us to the guest bedroom, it's got two twin beds on opposite sides of the room.

> “Sorry guys,” She says, “I figured you wouldn't mind. We're having a 4th of July party and I'm inviting the family, they expect you to act like siblings. I know you'd rather not, but…”

>Marcy's noticeably bummed out, as am I.

>But nobody's stopping us from sleeping in the same bed. Fuck the system, cuddle buddies for life.

>We go to town and help Stepmom shop.

>Buy a shit ton of food, and I offer to help her cook.

>End up buying expensive cheeses because Anon's patented “Bomb-Ass Mac and Cheese” is a requirement for this party.

>Five cheeses, various spices, and little chunks of grilled beef or chicken depending on what you want.

>Shit's bomb, yo.

>We get home and watch TV for a bit.

>Stepmom pulls me aside for a bit when I'm coming back from the kitchen.

> Says “I never really thanked you for taking Marceline in, did I? I said before that I was happy that it was you, and I still mean it. You're certainly the most respectable boy she's ever had a crush on.”

“D'aww, thanks Megan.”

>She frowns and puts her hands on her hips.

> “Call me Megan again and I'll make you clean this entire place up and down.”

“Noted.”

> “Good, now get your butts to bed, we've got a lot of prepwork to do tomorrow before the guests arrive.

>>1340

>Shuffle off to bed because I'm pretty tired, take off my jacket and hang it over the metal bedframe.

>Sleep in my clothes.

>Marcy comes in a bit later, wearing a really big pullover hoodie and knee high socks.

>She lays down in the bed on the opposite side of the room and looks over to my side with the saddest eyes ever.

> “You're so far away…”

“I know.”

> “I hate this.”

“I know.”

>Suddenly, a lightbulb pops up above her head.

> “Anon, wasn't it supposed to storm tonight?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I think it was supposed to rain and thunder all night.”

> “Oh no, I'm scared of thunder! Can I come sleep with you, big bro?”

“Sure, come to bed.”

> “Yaayyy!”

>She runs across the room and jumps into the (much too small) bed with me. I pull the covers up over both of us and she lays on top of me.

>Fall asleep but thunder wakes us both at like 3AM.

>Marcy starts getting uneasy.

>I try to soothe her.

>She says that she can't sleep.

>Either can I.

>What can two teenagers possibly do together to pass the time and entertain themselves? I wonder…

>The way we're laying; I'm spooned up against her back and I've got my right hand draped over her side, resting on her waist.

>Her ass is pressed right up against my crotch, and she's not really wearing much.

>I'm still in jeans and a T-Shirt though.

>I kinda scoot over and take my shirt off and toss it on the floor.

>She asks what's up.

“It's kinda hot in here, right?”

>No, it's not. I'm fucking freezing right now.

> “You gonna cool off?” She asks coyly.

“Yeah, I think so.”

>Then I unbutton my jeans, lay them on the floor next to my shirt.

>Now I'm only wearing my boxers.

>She cuddles up against me again, this time making damn sure that I know she's grinding up on me.

>Peanus Weanus coming to life before my eyes.

>She feels it, says “Gosh bro, you're perverted; Getting turned on by your sister cuddling with you. You should be ashamed of yourself.” sarcastically.

>She rotates herself and faces me now. We're within kissing distance, if that's what she's got in mind.

>Indeed it is; She plants her lips on mine and gives a little moan as my tongue slides into her mouth.

>I start trying to get her worked up. I feel her up, talk dirty to her, brush my hand against her bare pussy.

>When I slide a finger inside her, I find out that she's pretty worked up already. She's practically gushing.

>My middle finger goes in, all the way to the knuckle, and she coos into my open mouth.

>Engage the freshman year flashbacks once more.

>I have flashbacks a lot.

>She eventually tells me to stop, breaks away from the kiss.

>I think she's trying to say no, but then she starts working her sweatshirt off.

>The moonlight creeping in from the blinds lights her up in pale blue. Her breasts are exposed to me in little bars of off white light in contrast with the pitch black of the otherwise lightless room.

>She crawls back on top of me and her face hovers inches above mine.

>I feel her hot breath on my chin, I see her bright eyes looking me up and down.

>Either sizing me up or checking me out. Not to be an egotistical ass, but I like to think it was the latter.

>I see the gears in her head turning.

>But I've got ideas of my own.

>>1341

“Hey, Marcy. What's one thing you've always wanted to try that we haven't yet?”

> “Gosh, uh…I really don't know, man. We've kinda done everything I wanted to. What'd you have in mind?”

>I come out flatly. I want to try some light bondage; Tying her hands behind her back while we make love.

>I can see that she's troubled by the idea -and she has every right to be. I could understand how that could be a reminder of some trauma long forgotten.

>She sits in silence, staring me in the eye, debating internally.

>I'm afraid that I scared her, but then she says something that I never expected.

> “Sure.”

>I reach for my belt.

>She stops me.

> “But we stop if I start feeling uncomfortable. When I say no, I don't want it anymore, okay?”

>Her expression (The little bit I can see of it) is sober, worried.

“You have my word that I'll only go as far as you want.” I say.

>She deliberates for a moment.

>Finally she answers.

> “Okay, Bro. I trust ya…Tie 'em up.”

>She smiles sweetly and kisses my cheek.

>She turns around and clasps her hands together behind her back.

>I hesitate for a moment; Maybe this might bring up some bad memories. Maybe it's a little too harsh for her.

>She notices the hesitation and says “C'mon, bro. We won't know if I like it if we don't try, right?”

>I take the belt and start binding her hands behind her back, trying my best to make sure that if I need to get it off quickly, I can.

>When it's secured, She asks what I plan on doing.

>I tell her

“Well, I was thinking of just getting behind you and…Y'know…Sex stuff and all that.”

> “Sounds fun!” She says enthusiastically.

And then we began.

>She's laying face down on the bed, her legs straight.

>I part her legs slightly and start inserting myself, she responds.

>I enter her and begin pumping her, my hands are either on her round ass or her hips.

>She seems to be digging it so far. She's moaning a little louder than normal.

>I'm afraid that she might wake Stepmom up, but if she didn't want us having sex she shouldn't have put us in the same room.

>Even that wouldn't have stopped us, tbh.

>Up till this point, her hands have been planted against her back.

>But as she starts getting more into it, she starts reaching backward for my hands.

>She's whimpering and sounding on the verge of tears as she extends her fingers anxiously toward me.

>She wants to be comforted.

>And she trusts me.

>I give her ass a swift smack before taking one of her hands in mine.

>Both her hands clamp down on it and she mutters 'I love you, Anon. I trust you, Anon.' over and over again.

“Love you too.”

>She whimpers again, this time it sounds more like a sound of pleasure and less like the desperate cries from a few minutes ago.

“You know you can tell me to stop if I'm making you uncomfortable, baby. You're in charge here.” I say, testing the waters.

> “No, no. Keep going, I'm having fun.” She says, either lying through her teeth or being honest.

>She then says, “Pull my hair a little?”

>She's actually enjoying it.

>I oblige, taking the hand that isn't being gripped by her and gingerly grabbing a handful of her hair.

>I tug at it a little and she moans louder.

>This causes her to start pushing back against me and grip my hand even tighter.

>Before I know what's about to happen, she suddenly lets go of my hand and her face shoots straight for the pillow.

>Her entire body shakes, and she lets out a strangled cry; Her fingers scratch at the palms of her hands, her legs tremble, her tight womanhood quivers and contracts around my penis.

>She just came…Hard.

>My crotch is flushed with heat and wetness as she pushes herself back into me for the last time.

>She screams into her pillow and pants harshly as she calms down some.

>I'm close to cumming myself, so I tell her.

> “Don't!” She says.

“Huh?”

> “Now I want to tie -you- up. It's only fair, right?”

“So I take it you liked it?”

> “Loved it.”

>>1342

>She crawls out from under me and beckons me to take the belt off.

>I try my best to work the thing off with one hand, as the other's still firmly planted on my member.

> She instructs me to lay down and take my hands off my dick.

>She's trying to sound like a dominatrix, but comes across more as a teacher reprimanding a student for being a shithead in class.

>Whatever, man. I'm alright with it.

>She takes the belt and ties my left hand to the bedframe, and goes off to search for something else to use for my right.

>She goes to her bag and finds one of her belts.

>Ties my right hand up, too.

>Now I'm completely at her mercy.

>She says “You look great, tied up like that. It's a good look for you. Maybe I should leave you like this.”

>She smiles and sticks her tongue out at me.

>She's obviously enjoying the idea of being the dominant one for a change.

>Me? I kinda enjoy being submissive for a change.

>There's a world of new possibilities to explore for us, now.

>She gets on top of me and starts riding me.

>I just lay there and enjoy it.

>She's scratching my chest up with her nails, planting quick kisses on my chin and face, and really getting into it.

>I'm into it too. The weird mixture of sexual pleasure and the inability to do anything with my hands is a bit of a rush for me.

>Who'd have thought that I'm actually a closeted pervert?

>I'm close to orgasm and I think she can tell because she's moving slower, taking her time.

>Now I'm getting to the torture side of things; I desperately want to cum, but I can't do much to accelerate the process.

>But eventually -after a decent amount of time- I release.

>She clamps her body down on top of mine, taking it in.

>I think she's cumming too, because her face is buried in between my head and my shoulder, and she's hyperventilating.

>God damn, I love how accessible Birth Control is in this country.

>I finish cumming, tell her that I'd like to have my hands back.

>No response.

>Oh, fuck no. Fuck no, fuck no.

“Marcy? You up? C'mon, you gotta wake up, please.”

>Nope.

>She passed out.

>Shit.

“I gotta piss really bad, please wake up.”

>I'm shaking her with my leg, kicking her feet.

> “Oh well, in that case,” She says.

>She wasn't sleeping at all. Just fucking with me a little more.

> “Get on outta here and do your business, bro. Bring me back a glass of juice?”

>She takes both the belts and drops them to the floor, smiling that little innocent smile of hers.

“Yeah, sure.”

The party the next day is good -Not great, but good. A lot of people I'd never met pretending to know me and be concerned with how I'm doing, eating food I cooked and not letting me know if they truly enjoy it or not. It was just fine, though. I wasn't there for them. We left her house in late afternoon, but knew we'd be returning pretty soon since she wanted someone to watch the house while she was out.

>>1343

After we left Stepmom's house, the next stop was our old hometown to meet up with some of our friends. Most of them had left, but the few that were there were more than happy to see us. We even met up with Nick again (That weird kid that kept bugging the shit out of her), and he was appropriately cringey, but even more so once I explained to him that Yes; It is perfectly possible for me to be dating her because we don't share last names, and No; She is in fact not interested in him.

Here's the brief outline of that;

Sad Piano Music.

>Go bowling with friend who's friends with Nick on facebook.

>Of course he finds out about it.

>Of course he comes down unannounced and uninvited.

>And of course he looks like big 'ol autist.

>Autsy McFautsy, I called him.

>Tries to get close with her, but I've got my arm around her and we're kissing occasionally.

>He asks what that's about, says we're weirdos.

>I say

“Different last names, dude. Legal.”

>And just to spite him, stick my tongue in her mouth and cup her ass.

> “That's still wrong, you know. You don't deserve her, you asshole.”

“What the fuck did you say about me?”

>He sits down when I stand up.

>Friend tells Nick to shut the fuck up, “It's perfectly fine, man.”

>I echo the sentiment.

>Marcy, in a shocking moment of almost rudeness (About as rude as she can be) says “Nick, just leave us alone. I don't like you like I like Anon. You're a good friend, but that's all I really want you to be. But if you're gonna be mean to us, I don't think I can be your friend anymore. So please, just be happy for me, okay?”

>He shuts up and spends the night staring at his shoes.

>When we leave, he gives me a dirty look.

>Stay jealous, fagola.

>Go home with friend and spend night playing Cards Against Humanity.

>Look on his facebook just for shits and giggles.

> “Women are cunts, why do they always go with assholes?”

>Kek.

>Does this make me a Chad?

>>1344

We'd spend nights in the houses of all our old friends, enjoying their company. It was nice to see how some of them grew, and how some of them stayed the same. But we eventually had to cut that short too, since we were needed back at Stepmom's place. She needed a housesitters, so we volunteered. As per my recommendation, she's leaving her sister in charge of the store and taking a trip to Washington to experience some of that beautiful PNW goodness (Any anon who reads this and lives in the PNW, I envy you so much). I think this is a fair compromise; We get to spend time together, alone. And whenever we feel like it we can go explore this quaint little town and enjoy the rest of our break. After this it's back to the Quick-Stop, back home with my Grandma, Andrea, and Scott. Back to the routine.

This isn't really the end of this story, if you're wondering. There's still a bit to go. Just yesterday (August 6th) we experienced something worth noting. Here's a mishmash of little stories to round this thing out. And since we got good responses on the first part of the story, I figured it'd be cool to post some more little moments.

>About a week ago.

>Sitting in the living room.

>Marcy's taking a shower.

>I'm watching a documentary on aliens and shit on her recommendation.

>By the way; Did you know that Aliens probably constructed the pyramids and that Obama is a lizard man? No? Either did I.

>I have no idea why she watches this shit.

>I hear the shower turn off, hear her step out, hear her scream bloody murder.

>Rush up the stairs, expecting to have to kill a home intruder or something.

>Get to the bathroom and see her naked, standing on the counter.

> “RAT!” She yells.

>True to her word; I see what looks like a small dog dart behind the toilet.

>Jesus fuck, it had to be a rat. Musophobia is a fucking bitch.

>She screams for me to 'get it before it gets me, but don't kill him.'

“Go,” I say, “I don't want you seeing what's about to happen.”

>She jumps from the counter and rushes out into the hall, says “Sure tough guy, but be safe. Don't need you getting the bubonic plague, now do we?”

“You're not funny!”

>From downstairs I hear “You're lying to yourself!”

>Well shit. Now I've gotta get a rat out of here, and I don't have anything to kill it with.

>Except my boot, but I'll be damned if I get blood on my kicks.

>/fa/ would be proud of me.

>Grab a towel, open it, and prepare to drop it on the rat.

>If I'm quick, I can just wrap him up and toss him into the forest. The hawks can kill him so I don't have to.

>Tactically kick the toilet brush and get the thing to vacate his spot.

>He rushes for the opposite corner of the room and I drop the towel onto him.

>Proceed to tactically scoop towel up and hold mister rat inside of it while I open the window.

>Dump him into the grass, hear a hollow -thump- as he collides with the ground.

>Eh, he's probably fine. Probably.

>The dog probably got him, I'm lying to you, he's not fine.

>Get bad idea.

>Take (now empty) towel and walk downstairs.

>Marcy's sitting naked on the couch, looking at me like I'm crazy.

“Wanna pet him?”

> “No, you get that thing the heck away from me!”

“Oh come on, he's cute!”

> “ANON!”

“Just once?”

> “ANON I SWEAR TO GOD!”

>I open the towel and toss it on her head after she finds out that there's no rat.

>She's not amused.

>Rips towel off her head and tackles me onto the couch..

>Starts punching me

> “You are so mean to me!”

“You're the one beating me up!”

> “I do it because I love you! This is a beating of love!”

>>1345

Another;

>As previously mentioned, Marcy is deep into the paranormal. I regret ever showing her /x/. I'm sure she's shitposting about dank tulpas and reptoids as we speak.

>She is convinced this house is haunted because the wind makes spoopy noises.

>One night she's walking around, recording on her phone.

>I'm writing by candlelight like a moody cunt, and she walks into the room I'm sitting in.

> “If anybody is here, can you let me know? Are there any spirits in this room?”

“What the hell are you doing?”

> “SSSH! EVP, man. EVP. Any spirits at all, c'mon and speak to me!”

>Silence.

> “OOH! OOH! I HEARD A VOICE! OOH! ANON I'M A GHOST DETECTIVE!”

“I didn't hear a thing.”

>She plays back the recording to me.

> In between my 'What the hell are you doing?' and her “SSSH!” there's the sound of a wood hitting wood.

“Not a voice, it's your foot hitting the floor.”

> “No listen, stupid!”

>And then I hear it

> What sounds like the scrape of a shoe against pavement followed by a real distinct exhaling noise that neither of us made.

“Probably just electrical interference. Not some space time anomaly, not a ghost, just electrical interference.”

> “Uh-huh, and that's why the candle is flaring up, right?”

>I look at the candle and see the flame widen and nearly double in height.

>She sees the look on my face and starts giggling hysterically.

> “We should become paranormal investigators, dude. We're like ghost magnets!”

Without taking my eyes off the candle, I say “You should really just leave this alone. This is weird, Marcy.”

>Flame jumps up again.

> “I think it likes you!”

>Flame jumps again, leans toward me a little even when there's no AC on.

>I close my laptop and go into the other room.

>That's enough writing for one day.

>>1346

>Nighttime

>I'm looking up prices on crossbows (I need it. For reasons. Am I being detained? I want my lawyer.) because I'm gonna beg Lee for extra hours when I get home.

>Maybe I could just have him take it out of my paycheck in exchange for cash up front, he's a cool guy, that might work.

>All of the sudden, the smell of perfume hits me like a freight train.

>I look behind me and find Marcy standing there in nothing but an oversized T-Shirt.

>She winks and leans my head back over the edge of the couch.

>Kisses me.

>I'm okay with this.

>She climbs up over the back of the couch and sits in my lap.

I ask “What's up with you?”

> “Oh, nothing. Just feelin' good.”

>She starts moving off of me and sits on her knees in front of me.

>Takes my pants down, blows me.

>I cum, she actually swallows it this time, although she says the hates the taste.

>She comes back up, sits next to me.

>Kisses me, but I back away.

>Yes, I'm afraid of tasting my own jizz. Leave it.

> “Oh come on, bro. I had to deal with it, it's only fair.”

>Before I can protest she holds my face and slides her tongue into my mouth.

>I don't taste anything.

>Eh, whatever, it's actually kinda hot.

>Make out and then decide to go to bed so I can repeat our little bondage experiment.

>>1347

>Early morning one day, maybe six.

>I'm up, making breakfast for us both.

>I wanted her to sleep in a little, but when I got up she woke up and came downstairs with me.

>She says that we should go to the lake.

> Sounds fun.

>Finish breakfast, get in the truck, drive about a thousand feet to the lake.

>It's about 80 out, and it's not too humid.

>We sit and play in the water for a bit, enjoy the sun.

>Marcy gets a nasty sunburn on her back by the end of the day.

>We go home to grab some food and we come back to our spot.

>Have a barbeque on the beach for dinner.

>Sun starts setting, I go put on song related on my phone and plug it into my truck's speakers.

>Crank it up to 11.

>Sit and watch the sunset with her.

>I've got my arm wrapped around her, taking great care not to hit her sunburn.

>When the sun sets we start a campfire and roast marshmallows.

>At around midnight the fire dies and we go home.

>I live for stuff like that. After all; We are nothing but a series of memories. Without good ones we equal nothing.

>And I'm 100% okay with that day being a part of my history.

>And even if we die, that moment will still exist in the world's history. It will have been a miniscule moment in the grand scale of things, but it will still have existed.

>And why not spend your days doing shit you love? All our time can't be given back, after all.

>>1348

Final one for you guys. Kinda long, kinda feelsy, kinda tragic, but probably the only way I could cap off this whole thing.

>Sitting outside on the porch, staring off onto the lake.

>It's maybe 8, the sun is starting to set.

>Wind is blowing, so it's kinda cold. I'm wearing my shitty old Army surplus jacket.

>Marcy is inside doing God knows what. Probably screaming at ghosts or clearing the house of any rats like a Navy SEAL.

>I've got my phone in my hand, I'm checking my emails.

>One new one from an address I haven't seen before.

> Open it.

>Dad.

>He says he's not sorry for what he did, but he'd like to see me since I'm the son he wishes he had.

>Says that he'll try to deal with our relationship, but he still thinks it's wrong.

>I reply simply 'I don't want to talk to you. I do not forgive you. Goodbye.'

>Send.

>Feel those tears start welling up. That guy was really the only father figure I'd had.

>And I just severed contact probably for good.

>But I can't help it; I broke up what used to be a happy family because I can't control myself.

> I don't cry, but I do feel a tear slide down my face.

>Almost as if on cue, Marcy texts me from inside.

> “Hey, do you wanna go to town and eat at that diner?”

I text back, “Sure, meet me outside.”

>I go and open my truck, sit in the driver's seat.

>The sun is lighting the entire place up in orange-yellow light.

>Waiting for her.

>Waiting.

>Hear screen door close, hear key being turned.

>She jumps from the side of the porch and onto the driveway, almost slips but recovers.

>She looks troubled.

>Like she's got something on her mind.

>I open her door and she gets in.

>I start driving for town and she asks me if I got an email from Dad.

“Yeah, how did you know?”

> “He sent me one too.”

“What'd he say?”

> “He asked if I could send him some money because he's going back to Georgia and needs a plane ticket.”

“Fuck…”

> “Did he ask you something different?”

“He wanted to meet up with us and talk.”

> “Probably to ask for money.”

“Yep.”

> “Ah, fuck him. He's lucky you didn't get him thrown in jail.”

“I'm lucky he didn't decide to kill me right there.”

> “Thank God he didn't. I don't want to even think about living without you.”

“You're just saying that.”

>She slaps my shoulder “No! Come on, dude, I tried to kill myself after you moved away-”

>She covers her mouth and stares out the window.

“What?”

>She eyes me from the corner of her eye.

> “I- I- I tried to…”

>She exhales sharply.

> “I didn't tell you, but I was going to OD on Mom's sleeping pills because I thought I lost you forever. Okay? I really didn't want to tell you about it because I thought it'd upset you.”

>She looks absolutely ashamed of herself.

>I say that I'm not upset, but I'm just saddened that she'd even think of doing that over me.

> “You think I can live without you? Really? C'mon, Anon, you really think I could survive without you telling me what to do?”

“You did it for thirteen years before I showed up.”

> “I wouldn't call that surviving. I was miserable, you remember how I was back then? Nobody understood me but you. Come on, dude. If you weren't forced to live with me would you have been 14 year old Marcy's friend?”

“Maybe, probably.”

> “Me; With braces, headgear, awful social skills and all. I was a joke, bro. A joke. Why do you think I was a drama kid?”

“You were adorable. Still are.”

> “But the point still stands; I didn't have anybody. You've been my only friend for so long that I can't even remember a time when you weren't my only friend, and you think I'd be fine without you?”

“I think you would eventually have found a guy who understood you and loved you for who you are. Someone who'd fall in love with you and treat you like a princess.”

>She scoffs, punches my shoulder. “Dude! I already found him! He's right here, sitting next to me, and he's not only a cool brother -he's also a badass boyfriend and my best friend for life. His name's Anon and he's a big dork who I love to death.”

>She leans across the console and lays her head on my shoulder, she closes her eyes and smiles.

> “Right here, this is where I belong.”

>Hnngggfuuuuck.

> “And don't you ever think another guy could ever make me as happy as you do.”

>>1349

>We get to town and we go to the Diner that was discussed before.

>50's style joint; Jukebox, waitresses in old looking aprons and beehive hairdos. They really sell the atmosphere.

>Since I just got off a non-stop Twin Peaks binge, I feel compelled to order some Apple Pie and Black Coffee after I get done with my burger.

>Damn good coffee, btw.

>It's dark out, raining. Pouring, in fact.

>Get finished with dinner, decide to head home.

>Give Marcy my coat so she doesn't get wet since she's wearing nothing but a sundress.

>When we're about halfway home, she says “Stop the car.”

“Huh?

> “Stop. The. Car.”

“Okay, then.”

>Pull car over to the side, put on my hazards so nobody rear ends me and kills us.

>She gets out and walks out in front of the headlights.

>It's still pouring rain. I'm surprised that the lower areas haven't flooded yet.

>I open my door and shout

“What the hell are you doing?”

> “Get out here!”

>I jump out and walk to her, wonder what she's doing.

“What on earth is going on?” I ask.

> “Hold on, shut up. I've always wanted to do this.”

>She turns her head up and pulls my mouth to hers, we kiss in the pouring rain.

>Stand there for what feels like five minutes, kissing while the rain comes down in buckets around us.

>We eventually have to stop, because hypothermia and shit.

>As we're walking back to the truck, lightning cracks and divides the sky.

>For the first time in a long time, she doesn't jump or scream. She watches it like a curious child, her eyes fixated on the jagged white line that separates the black night sky.

> “I guess it's kinda pretty, isn't it? It's not as scary as I remember it being.”

And that's what I did on my summer vacation. Even now as I sit here, writing this epilogue in the middle of the night, with the rain slamming against the roof of the house, I look back on the past few months and I feel nostalgic; I reminisce about them like they were events from my childhood, even though I still feel the pain of my ass whooping, and my back still has scratches up and down it.

I hate to get philosophical, considering the place that I'm posting this, but I feel that the best parts of the human experience aren't the ones everybody hypes up to be the greatest: I regret a lot of things that people would otherwise look back on with appreciation.

No, to me the only thing that makes life worth it in the end are the parts of life that nobody talks about. The little moments that make life so real, so vivid and beautiful. The stuff I think about when I don't get my way, or when life decides to shit on me. It's that stuff that keeps me going.

It's her that keeps me going.

Her, with her off kilter sense of humor, and her flawed ideas of what's fashionable and what's not. Her, with her warm smile and her eccentric personality. Her, with her childlike sense of wonder, and her uncanny ability to brighten even the shittiest of days with just one word.

I know I'm probably losing you with this hallmark card shit, but every story has to have an end. A final sendoff that caps both the reader's and the author's experience off nicely. Stephen King once wrote that “Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work.” And I hope ( to at least some extent) that I’ve fulfilled my duty as a writer with this story. I hope someone, somewhere read this and laughed, cried, or felt something…Anything.

I have to stop this at some point, so I figure I'll do it now. Duty calls my name and I think there's another rat in the house.

Stay cool, /in/. And from both Marcy and myself; Have a wonderful day.

Holy shit OP. Just holy shit.

I read the first part and I was really into it because of how cute your sister looks. I saw the pic in the other thread and thought I'd check your thread out.

I wanted to fap, not cry, man. But I'm so glad I came in here.

The second part I'm not done reading (at the part where you helped her move) and I'm already feeling again.

Dude really, write something. A book, a screenplay, you say you're into animation, write a cartoon and animate it. I could see you using your relationship with your sister as a basis of something great. There's so much cute stuff to draw from.

And tell Marcy that she should keep up with drawing. She's got a good, fun style going.

I agree with what that other guy said, too. You seem like cool people to hang out with.

Last thing. I take it you were a dishwasher? Your post >>1059 here made it seem like that. I'm a line cook, and I'd like to apologize for the way we treat you guys. It's easy to forget that you have feelings, too hah.

Thanks, op.

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Hey, op, i got a couple weird, specific questions for you and your sis if you read this which you should.

For op.

Do you plan on continuing updates? Maybe you could start a blog? Im addicted to this story lol

Is your first name Chase?

I like your music selection, recommendations?

Also whats it like working at a convenience store?

For Marcy.

Do you have a tumblr or deviantart i can follow?

Any good conspiracy docs i should check out? Since your into that stuff.

Both.

Whats the absolute funniest thing thats happened to you?

Im sorry if im pushy, but i love this thread. Id love it if youd answer my questions, but its cool if you dont want to.

>>1370

Hey man, glad you enjoyed the story.

I was indeed a dishwasher, shit sucked. Thanks for the apology, although the line cooks at my restaurant didn't really treat me badly, it was the manager that treated me like dirt. Make sure to tell your dishwashers that they're doing a good job every once in a while, they need the morale boost.

>>1373

To answer your questions in order:

No, but I'm writing this all into a book which I'll self publish at some point in time.

No, my name starts with a D. Trust me, even if we lived in the same town you wouldn't know me. I'm a nobody, haha.

It depends on which songs you liked. I'd recommend checking out Local Natives and City and Colour for some of the more hipstery stuff. As far as synthwave goes; Carpenter Brut and Perturbator are great, but there's so many artists that are good that it's impossible to give a clear list. Check out the Hotline Miami soundtrack for more.

And working at the store is fun kinda. I get to sit around with my best friend/significant other for a living.

No she doesn't have a tumblr or deviantart page. Yet. She says she wants to get good before she starts showcasing her stuff. For now the sketchbook is private. Her words, not mine.

And check out Conspiracy of Silence if you want your day ruined. Also look up the Missing 411 books, that's spooky shit.

And lastly; there was one time back in freshman year where I farted in class and since Marcy was sitting next to me she was the only one who heard it. She broke down laughing in the middle of history class and didn't stop until class was dismissed.

You had to be there to see the humor in it.

Anyway if anybody else has questions (nothing too specific, no pictures, and I won't reveal our real names) go ahead and ask them. I'll probably read them since I check the thread every day or so to see replies.

>>1056

>> July 4th. We're at a family barbecue in Port Huron.

>mfw I live in Port Huron

Who are you?

There's only 35,000 people in this town; I will find you.

>>1384

Joke's on you, I don't live in Michigan anymore. Heeheehee.

Although it's certainly better than where I live now. Port Huron is a fucking beautiful town, too. God, I miss it.

You live there? I'll give you a hint; my family are the dumbasses who get arrested every year around Christmas for domestic disputes. And trust me, if you knew them you'd want to stay clear the hell away from em.

>>1385

>You live there?

Neighboring township, but yes I do. I enjoy the town sometimes.

>I'll give you a hint; my family are the dumbasses who get arrested every year around Christmas for domestic disputes. And trust me, if you knew them you'd want to stay clear the hell away from em.

I probably went to school with some of the members o your family then. Husky or Big Red?

>>1386

Negatory. Don't know either of them.

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Hey op, your sister sounds adorable. Got any adorable antics you could tell us about?

>tfw you'll never have a kinky, adorkable sister who will never stop loving you, even if you break her heart.

Why even live?

>>1406

Oh god, you've got no idea. She's the light of my life, really. It is impossible for me to be mad at her -and trust me, I've tried. I could go on for hours about her 'antics', man.

I'll just give you a basic rundown

> Plays with my little sister like they're the same age. Doesn't have a problem being childish if Andrea is having fun.

> Likes to draw mustaches on newspapers, pamphlets, brochures etc.

> Has a voice that makes everything either way funnier than it should be, or way cuter than it should be. Plus a slight northern accent that gives her the 'aboots' and 'hooses'. Like a weird half Canadian Ashley Johnson.

>Gives nicknames to everything/everyone. Either calls me crazycakes or mister man most of the time.

> Sings in the shower, even if I'm there. She'll encourage me to join in, too. One time we did a duet of Dancing Queen in the shower.

> Makes cat noises when we're cuddling.

> Doesn't curse much, always makes up substitutes. Best one was 'Tallywhackin' instead of (I assume) motherfucking.

> Sneezes like a kitten.

> Giant nerd who could tell you every single bit of trivia about Silent Hill, but only because she hid behind me and watched me play it.

And then there's specific moments in time:

-Freshman year:

> Covered her binder in Hello Kitty stickers and pictures of our dogs.

> Had to write a price on a dead historical figure. Asked 'what if they're not dead, can I make up a date of death?'

"No, what if they died on the date you made up? Wouldn't you feel awful?" Said the teacher

> "nope, just powerful." She said, wringing her hands maliciously

> Watched Drive, begged me to take her for rides and listen to synth music with her.

> Yearbook quote was "There was a quote here, but it's gone now."

> Did a play where she played a tree, managed to make people laugh by staring into space and shouting "TREEEEEEEEE" in between acts.

Want stories of specific moments? Or have I satisfied your cravings for adorableness?

>>1407

Nigga you know I want stories mane.

>>1408

Jesus mane, calm ya tits bruh.

Lemme think, there's a lot to talk about here. Oh wait fuck I never talked about the Christmas we spent together.

That's a good one.

> Christmas eve, party at great grandma's place.

> All the older people are drinking in the living room. 82 year old grandma is hammered too.

> The younger kids are playing in the dining room. Marcy and I are there too.

> She's got a Santa hat on and is sitting on my lap, singing jingle bells and petting my head

> One of the kids says "You're not the real Santa, Santa has a beard!"

>Cue Marcy seeking out my grandpa's fake Santa beard.

> She finds it, puts it on and immediately realizes that it was a mistake.

> Fake hair stuck in her braces.

> I'm laughing my ass off, she doesn't think it's funny at all.

> Have to carefully remove beard hairs from braces.

> When we're alone she tries to kiss me, I say no.

> "What? Why?"

"Don't want my tongue getting stuck in your braces, jaws."

> She slaps my chest and pouts. I kiss her anyway.

> Later in the night

> Grandma set up mistletoe to take photos of our cousins and their wives/husbands.

> She pushes us under it and tells me to kiss her on the cheek, she wants a photo of us for the wall.

> Look around anxiously, afraid that if I do it a certain way I'll be exposed.

> She tells me to relax, says she doesn't have a problem with me kissing her.

>I wish I could show you guys this photo, I really do.

I'm there in a plaid hoodie and a beanie, trying to look disgusted and awkward, she's wearing a sweater my grandma threw at her and jeans.

She's got both her thumbs up and is winking at the camera. She's smiling so wide that you can see the pink bands in her braces.

I might have her draw it from memory. If I wanted to find it I'd have to go through my great grandma's stuff and I'm not digging through a dead person's belongings.

>>1416

>I'm not digging through a dead person's belongings.

Sad to hear that OP.

It must be great having a sibling.

HHow would you like me to archive this thread?

>>1418

Don't be sorry, homie. Death is a part of life and it was her time. My only real regret is that I missed the funeral because I was halfway across the country.

You can archive this if you want. I'm sure that somewhere down the line I'll want to come back to it after it's dropped off the board.

>>1419

Thanks, matey. Would it freak you and Marcy if I told you that, the other two archiving posts were me? Sorry shiting up your story.

Thank you, very much for for a very inspirational story. Dam it being a only child.

Archive.is link - https://archive.is/zrFGn

uploaded copy of personal archive .pdf -

b.1339.cf/azfjsuk.pdf

You and Marcy take care. Peace out.

Anon

You call her your half sister, but isn't she your step sister?

> Anyway, 'Dad' married a little Ukrainian woman back in 09, she's decades younger than him, but they love each other. Allegedly

> Greasy bastard

> Little Ukrainian woman has a daughter named Marceline.

> She's 14, a social outcast.

Unless your "dad" was with this woman for fourteen years prior to their marriage.

>>1441

My family is screwed beyond belief, man. I'm unsure who's related to me and who isn't at this point.

>Biological mom died when I was 8

> Grandma adopts me, becomes *mom

> her ex becomes *dad. I have no idea where my real father is.

>I tell her that it's weird, but she insists on calling him dad because reasons.

So, by weird proxy, she's technically my step sister yeah.

I gave up a long time ago when it came to rationalizing the shit my family does.

>>1440

Ah bro it doesn't freak me out a bit. It's cool to have a fan of some sort. And thanks for sticking around, dude.

I'm glad you enjoyed my endless blabbing on. Believe it or not, this was quite therapeutic.

>>1407

>Makes cat noises when we're cuddlin

I do this too (though not just during cuddling), makes the lady laugh a lot.

I liked your story a lot. I'm a big fan of stories about teenage fuck-ups who eventually get their shit together. It's… I dunno, so relatable, we'll all been there at that age where we thought we were knew it all and nothing could go wrong until reality smacks you in the face. The addition of incest made it more interesting for my dick until you dropped bombshells unto the reader. Then I felt like shit.

Just read your whole story. Dude, you went through an odyssey and then some. Very happy for you and your beloved. Hope you guys last forever, what you guys share is pure love.

My compliments, broseph.

>>1517

Thanks man, that means a lot. Have a good day/night/whatever.

>>1458

Glad you enjoyed it!

>>1533

Morning, in my case haha. But yeah, man, like I said, hope you and your girl last forever.

>>1546

I think that's the tragedy (and beauty) of our relationship. We had a talk one night where we came to the conclusion that we simply wouldn't work with other people. I'd be depressed, and she'd just be lonely.

I mean shit, we've known each other for four years and I feel like she's my other half, like when she's not around I'm not complete. From what she's told me, she feels the same. There's a connection there that's not able to be made with another girl.

Oh Christ I just got really sappy haha.

Thanks again, dude.

>>1558

Onto your other question: Friendshippy moments. I kinda avoided putting in too much fluff because this is a board devoted to the fetish of incest, and not teenage tomfoolery. But, I kinda broke the flow when I posted this in the first place, so fuck it. Here's fluff. Congratulate yourself, anon. You just summoned the fluff. Most of it comes from 9th grade.

The enchantment of awkward romantic interaction dance. Or: "How I learned to stop worrying and love my quirky step sister."

>Freshman dance comes on a Friday.

> Marcy begs me to go with her, tells me that it'll be fun.

>I tell her that I can't dance to save my life, but she convinces me through some pretty persuasive late night makeout-ing.

> Dad lets me borrow his suit because we're actually pretty similar in body type

How depressing is that? At 15 I had the body of a 50 year old retired cop from Savannah. I'm glad I lost my weight.

> It's a gray suit, nice. Thing smells of cheap cigars, tho. I felt like I belonged in a backroom law office in Albuquerque.

> Marcy got mom to buy her a nice dress on the promise that she'd do double chores for a few months.

>I'm terrible at describing women's clothes, but it's kinda like a wedding dress, only it goes down to mid thigh length and isn't as…poofy?

>>1559

>Anyway, we laid out a plan that we'd hide the fact that we're acting actually going with each other by bringing friends.

>I set Marcy up with a dude I'm cool with, she sets me up with Sarah.

> But when we get to the dance, we kinda break away from our 'dates' and hang out with each other. They found each other, all according to plan.

> This was after we have each other head, but before we had actual sex. We've been 'dating' for a few weeks now.

> We're chilling outside the gym, by the water fountain. She keeps checking me out, saying

> "Jeez, you're lookin' fancy schmancy!"

"I don't feel it," I laugh "someone's gonna mistake me for an undercover cop."

>"Stop that! You look great! You certainly wear it better than dad."

"I think anybody could wear it better than dad."

>She turns around in place, messing with her dress and making occasional eye contact.

>I get the hint

"You look great too, Mars."

> "Why thank you, Anon McAnonson! How very kind of you."

> She bows dramatically and smiles ear to ear, baring her braced teeth.

> And then jumps up and bear hugs me.

> "Thank you thank you thank you! You have no idea how much it means to me that you're here."

>Just then, a teacher passes us and tells us "hands to yourselves."

> She just giggles and takes my hand, leads me back to the dance floor.

> We dance a little, this was back when Lady Gaga was huge, so music sucked, but I had fun.

> Dance ends, I call dad to come pick us up but he's sleeping and we have to walk home in the snow.

> Sarah and my friend tag along, and Sarah decides to spend the night at our house. This was before they found out about us, so I kept my distance from Marcy.

> Friend and I break off from the girls, go upstairs and listen to Avenged Sevenfold because we're hard as f*ck! XDDD

>I regret my every decision pre 18th birthday.

> He starts asking me about Marcy

>"Dude, your step sister's kinda hot."

>I have to pretend not to agree. No, I'm not eating my step sister out, we're just buds, dude haaaaaa :^]

"Huh? Uhhh, I guess? She's a dork. She spends fifteen minutes every morning deciding which flower she's gonna stick in her hair. Or sometimes she'll cry at the end of a movie that isn't emotional in the least bit. And sometimes she gets food stuck in her braces and she'll hold the bathroom until she's done getting it out. And then she does this thing on Friday night where she'll beg me to watch a movie with her, but she'll fall asleep halfway through, and-"

>"I mean appearance wise, she's cute. Weird, but cute." He interrupts.

> In my mind I'm screaming "Fuck you, you don't talk shit about her you fuck. Her personality is perfect, she's adorable, she's-"

> But from my mouth I go

"Yeah, she's crazy."

> Perfect anon, you nailed it.

>>1560

> He asks me if I want to smoke a little, I say sure.I'm hip, I do the weeds.

>I crack the window open, set the fan up on the other side of the room to blow the smoke out.

> This was the first and only time I ever partook.

>I hated it, I felt sluggish, bored, and hungry.

> Ten minutes into our smoke session, there's a knock on the door.

>I think it's my dad. I start freaking the fuck out

"Don't come in, I'm getting dressed!"

> Friend laughs his ass off

> Hear Marcy on the other side go "With Jason in there with you? God you're weird."

>Friend tells her to come in

> I'm almost crying from anxiety.

> Marcy and Sarah come in, sit on my bed and start whispering to each other.

> Marcy says to me "Anonnnnnnn, you're gonna get in trouble if dad finds out you're doing drugs."

> She laughs, elbows Sarah.

> I laugh at first, but this plants the seeds of paranoia in my mind.

> Everybody but Marcy has taken a hit by the time it's gone.

> Proud of her to this day.

> Night ends, friend goes home.

> Sarah and Marcy go to Marcy's room.

> I sit and watch the cars on the distant freeway until I fall asleep at my desk.

> Later in the night, I'm woken by a tap on my shoulder.

>I turn around, see Marcy in her pajamas, standing behind me.

>"Hey bro," she says, sitting on the desk, "I came in to thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun."

"Oh? Yeah, you're welcome."

> I'm still tired, still kinda hazy, but I'm okay.

> Go to lay my head on the desk again, but she stops me.

>"Anon, am I pretty?" She blurts, pressing the wrinkles out of her shirt.

"Very." I say, half asleep

>"I heard you talking to Jason, you said I was a dork and I was crazy and stuff, and I thought you didn't like me anymore or something and I-"

"I couldn't tell him that I thought my sister was hot, could I? Marcy, baby, I love you. You're perfect. Well, not perfect, but perfect for me."

> High anon is a romantic guy.

> She beams and hugs me from behind, crossing her arms around my neck.

> Kisses my neck and ear.

>"I wish we could sleep together tonight. I hate being alone in my bed."

"It's break, Marcy. We can spend some time later, okay? You go have fun with Sarah."

> She gives a half smile and says "If you say so…I love you."

"Love you too."

> And my head hit the wood, and I was dead until morning.

> Wake up, spend the next day watching cartoons and hanging out with her while parents go shopping

>>1561

Walk Ins Welcome

> September 2011, weekend.

> It's morning, and I just woke up with a hard on that could shatter marble.

> I'm 15, my self control is shit.

> Get up, close my door, walk back to my bed and pull my boxers down to my ankles.

> Start pumping, feeling my orgasm build up in my lower stomach.

> Feeling moves to my balls, tensing…Tensing…Until finally-

> WHAM

>Door flies open.

> "Hey anon, wanna go play on the trampoline- OH MY GOD WHAT?!?!?"

> Marceline.

> Yank my boxers back up and cower in the corner.

>"A-anon?" She says.

"Marcy?"

>"What were you…" She trails off.

> She steps back and whispers "Oh, gosh dude."

"Close. The. Door. Get. Out. Now." I say through gritted teeth.

> She reaches numbly and closes the door while staring at the floor.

> I think I traumatized her.

> Unable to get it up again, I get dressed and go downstairs to hide my shame in the living room.

> She's at the dinner table, staring at me with a dumb grin.

> Feeling angry, I ask

"What is so funny to you?!"

> She checks to make sure nobody's around.

>"I caught you jerkin' your gherkin."

> She bellows out a hearty chuckle and goes back to her cereal.

>I sigh and flip through the channels, trying not to laugh.

> Can't contain it, start giggling like a moron.

> She starts too.

> Mom walks in, sees us yammering like chimps.

> Shakes her head and walks out without a word.

>>1562

Ho-ho-horseshit.

> My parents want to get pictures taken for Christmas cards, so we load up into the van and head for the mall.

> Marcy and I had sex like two days prior. We were kinda enamored with each other. Could hardly keep our relationship a secret, and we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

> Thankfully, this is the biggest mall in southern Michigan. It'd be a miracle if someone recognized us. So I take comfort knowing we can be ourselves.

> But before I get to the "Hold hands, kiss her in public, show her off" stuff, I gotta deal with objective number uno: Getting my photo taken with a mall Santa.

>I dread the thought of subjecting my kids to this torture. When we have kids I swear to god that they will stop the photos with Santa when they learn the truth.

> No human deserves to be photographed with Santa at age 15.

> Fortunately (or unfortunately) I've got Marcy with me. She's always cheery, she'll make this painless.

>Nope.

> When we're up, she urges me to sit on this guy's lap.

"What? No, no fucking way."

> Santa: "Language."

"I'm not sitting on the man's lap."

>"C'mon, Broseph Stalin, it'll be funny!"

> Santa: "Just get it over with, kid. There's a line."

"Don't encourage her!"

> With no warning, Marcy kicks the back of my knee and I crumple down onto this dude's bony thigh.

> Camera flash, I awkwardly shuffle off the stage and try to hide my face in my hat.

> She comes skipping up to me and takes my hand, lacing her fingers between mine.

> Says "See, that wasn't that bad."

> Cringe, but get over it.

> We go look around at different stores. I stop at Zumiez to look at clothes, she makes a beeline for the bookstore and we spend a bit reading a book on paranormal investigation together.

> After that, we head to another clothing store and she tries on a bunch of shit.

> She comes out of the dressing room, wearing a little black dress that I know she'll never wear outside here.

> It's shocking to see the girl who usually runs around in oversized sweatshirts and whatnot wearing this tiny thing.

> Asks me "Whaddya think, boyfriend?"

> Emphasizes 'boyfriend', nearly shouting.

>I smile at that.

> Tell her

"You look like a supermodel, Mar."

> She comes over, hugs me tightly, and sighs "I love you, oh bro of mine."

>I whisper

"Love you too, sis."

> She laughs loudly and spins around, modeling it for me.

> When she's done drawing the attention of every guy in the store, she returns the dress and puts her green Michigan state hoodie back on and she's back to normal.

> We eventually get called back to the van and go home.

>I fap like a madman to the mental image of her in that dress numerous times.

Fin. This enough for you or do you want more?

>>1550

>>1558

>>1563

This was exactly what I wanted. Thanks, man. I really enjoyed your story, and I couldn't help but smile at all the cute romantics and such. You've got a damn good thing going on, op. I'd be lying if i said i wasn't jealous of her. Wish I had a brother as cool as you. Being an only child suuuuckkkkkksssss, especially with this fetish.

It's adorable that she wants to look like you, too. I can't explain it, but it's fucking adorable. She obviously loves her brother, and that is so cute! I can really see that you mean the world to her. Gah! Why are you such a cute couple?

Tell Marcy I think she's a cutie, too. I used the word cute too much blargh

Best wishes, dude.

>>1564

You're too kind, really. Thank you for your kind words, and I'm glad you liked our story.

I think it's cute that she made the effort to look more like me, too. But it's kinda creepy as well, considering our faces are eerily similar. I get a weird feeling of…I don't exactly know what. We have similar ancestry (Slavic, Irish, and a hint of German) so I -guess- it makes sense that we'd look similar, even if we are step siblings. In the end, I'll let her do what she wants. If a billion snowflakes can demand to be called by their preferred pronouns, she can call herself my twin sister. Like I said, I'm all for pretend twincest. Am I a narcissist?

She's glad you enjoyed her pictures, too.

Have a good one, anon.

Found this early in the morning whilst looking for spicy porn. I gotta say, this was way more fun. You're a cool guy OP. Keep it up, proud of you. :^)

>>1532

Made me chuckel.

I`l get round to archiving this thread some time tomorrow.

that's what I get for not checking every day :-) *

>>1589

The latest archive of TT is too big to be uploaded here.

Also I might as well upload some where I have access.

Without further ado

Here is the location of the previous, todays and all future archives of TT.

https://mega.nz/#F!mggGUaxJ!cwtYFgWkeaYpG9slxyOWvQ

>>1593

Sadly I think it might be the last time you've gotta update that archive, my friend. I'll check back to answer questions, but I'm gonna avoid posting more until something substantial comes around.

As it is now you all have heard pretty much everything aside from a select few ultra personal tidbits that wouldn't have become public anyway. I already kinda overshared to begin with, so I'm gonna tone it way down and just leave it how it is: A bunch of text and a few pictures on an obscure anonymous imageboard. I've taken enough of your time. You've been a true friend, Anon. A real hero and a real human being.

Like I said, thread's open for Q&A, but I'm plum out of stories.

Thanks.

>>1594

No problem, friend.

Once again thanks a bunch for a very enjoyable story. So it is true that some times real life is better/word here than fiction

Hope you and Marcey stay safe.

Once again it makes wish I had a sibling.

>>1615

>>1614

I can't seem to delete posts now?

Thanks for your story, I definitely felt a lot while reading it. Besides from the story itself and your writing style, I particularly enjoyed the remark about "life as a series of memories" and Stephen King's quote. A few words from myself: a year and a half ago I met a girl whom I really fell in love with for the first time in my life. Although that feeling wasn't mutual and we ended our contact after my confession, that was also the first time I could assert I truly began to love this life. Ever since meeting that girl I've had a sort of a task of enhancing that love for life with whatever is possible. And your story serves just right - it is one of those things that make life beautiful as a whole. Be happy with your beloved Marcy, and keep writing!

>>1534

No problem! Late response, wooo!

Since then I've taken up light SM shit during sex after reading your story. Just had to prod her really hard to get her to admit what she likes. Some of it is interesting, some of it is… weird. But I'm saying this on an incest board so eh.

Thanks for that, kinda!