“Yes, well I lied before about how I got into it. I can tell you the exact moment I started seeing brothers and sisters differently. We were having a sleepover at our house and Sam told me she and her brother were having sex. Something about it… I don’t know it triggered something in me. That’s when I started reading incest stories, watching videos, all of it.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I said. Our voices echoed in the empty kitchen.
“Well, I told Sam how much it turned me on. She let me watch her with Dave sometimes. Like we did today. Then one day I couldn’t help it? It looked so good and… It wasn’t the same. It was kind of lousy, actually.”
“So, Dave isn’t the world’s greatest lover?”
“Not even close,” Darcy said. “What makes the sex so amazing for her, for them? It’s this.” Darcy tapped her hand on my chest and then hers. “That’s what’s different. That’s what makes it special.”
Darcy slid open the back door and froze. I stepped out and saw it, too. Sam’s parents were literally pulling up the driveway while we exited their house.
“Fuck,” Darcy said. We crept back to the far side of the yard. Hid behind the barbecue equipment.
“I think I saw someone in the back,” we heard Sam’s Dad say.
“Fuck!” Darcy said it again. We both looked around, frantically. For a moment, I thought about jumping in the pool, but I doubted I could hold my breath long enough for Sam’s parents to go away. My eyes alighted on the back fence. It wasn’t too high to scale.
I grabbed Darcy’s arm and we raced to safety. I gave my sister a boost, then I scrambled up the wood myself and toppled over. I heard Sam’s father yelling after us.
I sprawled onto the hard ground in a stranger’s backyard. Their house was the mirror image of Sam’s, but no pool. Darcy grabbed my arm and pulled me up. We both sprinted out of the backyard and out onto the street.
“He’s going to come around this side to look for us for sure,” Darcy said.
We quickly made a run for it, traipsing through the neighborhood at random. I was even more thankful now that my sister had been getting me in better shape. I was almost able to keep up with her as we careened around, trying to escape. Finally, we got to the far side of the community.
Darcy bent over, panting, resting her arms on her knees. I mirrored her. We shared a wild look. No one seemed to be coming after us.
“Well, that was an adventure,” I gasped.
My sister reached over, grabbed my cheeks, and kissed me on the lips. So hard our teeth knocked against each other. We were dripping with sweat, covered in grass from our fall. I didn’t care. My breath caught in my throat and I kissed my sister. Holding her body tight to mine.
*
We waited a little while, then snuck back to Darcy’s car. She let me drive us home and I didn’t stall the whole way.
“I think you’re getting this, bro,” Darcy said as we turned into our driveway.
Our parents were already home, so we ordered pizza (“Long day at work,” Darcy explained when they asked why I wasn’t home to make dinner). We all ate together, and it was nice, the four of us. Darcy wasn’t that different from our family. She had my Dad’s sense of humor and shared my Mom’s love of music. She stood out, of course, but that’s only because she was amazing. For the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable in my own skin, my own life.
But Darcy didn’t come to my room that night. “I know it’s tough, but wait till the weekend,” Darcy said. “Promise me you won’t do anything in the meantime.” She went to her own room to sleep.
We went for a run the next morning and carpooled into work. This was nice, living our lives together. I wondered if we could do it without the sex. My dick, in a constantly half-hard horny state, did not like the idea of that one bit.
That night, while we were doing the dishes, Darcy told me she’d gotten a text from Sam asking if we’d enjoyed the show.
“I still can’t believe she let us watch them,” I said.
“That’s her fetish,” Darcy said, “Being seen.”
With all the blowjobs my sister had given me at work, at the mall, and all over the neighborhood, I didn’t think that turn-on was unique to Sam, either. But I didn’t say anything.
*
I was on my way home on Friday afternoon when I got a text from my sister.
Darcy: Don’t make dinner tonight.
I sent back a confused-face emoji.
Darcy: Trust me.
She sent me emojis of an eggplant and a taco.
Me: We’re getting eggplant tacos?!?!
Darcy: You’re an idiot.
I was twenty minutes into my train ride home before I realized what she meant.
When I got to the house, I started to get out of my work clothes, but something stopped me. My old uniform of a t-shirt and boxers felt odd. Like they were someone else’s clothes. I resolved to ask Darcy to take me shopping that weekend. My job at her office paid me next to nothing, but I had enough to splurge a little.
Instead I went downstairs and did some chores. I emptied the fridge and cleaned it out, washed the bathroom, and vacuumed the carpet in the family room. The house wasn’t sparkling clean or anything, but I had to admit it felt way better that way. When I was done, I felt dirty, so I went upstairs and showered in the newly scrubbed tub.
After I got out, I took out a clean, scarlet dress shirt and charcoal pants and changed into those. When I opened the drawer, I noticed my little bag of weed looking up at me, lonely. I smiled ruefully – it hadn’t even occurred to me to smoke up the whole week. In fact, the idea didn’t appeal at all. I wondered if I knew anyone I could sell the rest of it to.
While I was getting dressed, I heard my parents’ pull up in their cars. First my Mom and then my Dad. I went out to greet them, but they both went straight to their bedroom. I heard a shower running from the Master. I wondered what they were up to, but I went downstairs so they could have some privacy.