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WILL & OLIVIA (Incest/Erotica)
This is a heartfelt erotica story that follows the journey of siblings Alex and Sarah as they navigate their complex relationship during a family summer vacation.
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The cabin was old. Like built by a frontier man old. It had that smell to it, pine and charcoal. Walking on the creaking floor and looking up at the spidery rafters, I couldn’t imagine what had come over my parents to rent such a place. The wood logs that made up the walls and floor were stained, not the light brown color of fresh wood, but the darker brown and gray that took hold once age started to set in. It clearly hadn’t been used since the year before, and needed a deep cleaning before we’d really be able to enjoy our week.
Granted, it was spacious.
I had come in through the garage, the first of my family, and found myself in a small kitchen area. Well maintained cabinets with a small electric stove, and a slightly bigger sink. It was elevated, and a few stairs led down into the living room. The cabin was a big rectangle, but smart design and added walls made for a few rooms. The main living area was huge, easily taking up the most space. Across from the kitchen were sliding doors that led out onto a porch, the rest of the wall covered in large windows. An old wood furnace stood in the middle, surrounded by a few nestled couches on the other end. I carried my bag over and dropped it on one of the couches. Level with the kitchen was a wall with two doors, one led to the small bathroom, another to the master bedroom. The bedroom door was cracked open and I could see a bit of the king sized bed, the mattress was sheetless and old. I chuckled, my dad would have quite the time getting it clean enough for my mom.
A short ladder led up to the loft, a small balcony that went over the kitchen and bathroom, before leading to another closed door above the bigger bedroom. I couldn’t see from where I was, but I reckoned that was where the second bedroom was. Not that it mattered too much for me. I assumed it’d go to my sister and I’d be stuck here on the couches.
I glanced out the windows. It was some view. A beautiful day, trees guarded the path to the lake, where sunlight glistened off crystal clear water. It looked like we’d be able to walk to the beach easily enough. That’s something at least. I thought, barely out of the car and already feeling the lack of air conditioning. It was hot. Walking inside had been enough to cause me a light sweat, the air humid and stale in the old cabin.
“That’s a welcoming smell.” I heard a voice say behind me. It was Liv, my younger sister. She wrinkled her nose as she came through the garage door into the kitchen, followed closely by my mom.
“It means it’s lived in!” I heard my dad yell in reply from somewhere behind them.
My sister led my mom into the cabin, taking it in as I had a moment before. Liv walked over to me and dumped her bag next to mine, following my gaze to the lake through the trees.
“Cool,” She said. I agreed. “I feel gross. Let’s go swim.” Liv started to rifle through her bag for her swimsuit.
“Not so fast.” Our mom called from the other room. She’d brought her bags into the master bedroom, and was standing over the old mattress, hands on her hips. “Clean first. Swim later.”
“Oh come on!” Liv groaned. “We’re wasting sunlight!”
“Much easier to swim in the dark than clean in it.”
I tended to agree with mom on that. Olivia was going to complain again, but then the light fluttered on above us.
“Ahah!” My dad yelled from the garage, where he had been fiddling with the breakers. “And listen to your mother, you two! Cleaning first!”
I traded a look with my sister. “Faster we get it done, faster we get in the water,” I pointed out. She rolled her eyes at me. “Come on, how bad can it be?”
It was pretty bad.
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Growing up, my whole family was close. Both of my parents had strenuous relations with their own immediate families, and so they wanted to make sure that didn’t happen to us. Because of that, we spent a lot of time together, just the four of us. Family dinners, board game nights, camping trips, family vacations, the whole nine yards. Me, my younger sister, and our loving, if at times overprotective, parents. We had our own ups and downs, but overall I was always proud of how well we got on as a family.
When I was little, I remember me and my dad would hang out a lot, just us guys, while the two girls did something together. Then as me and my sister got older, I remember us hitting a sweet spot, where it was often the kids vs the parents. Olivia was two years younger than me, and always trying to be like her older brother. I have this one memory of the four of us at Disney. We weren’t the most well off, so it was rare we went on what we called a ‘fancy vacation’, but our parents still made it happen every few years. This particular time I was twelve, or thereabouts, and my sister was ten. I remember it being the first time we really teamed up. Every ride Liv wanted to go on with me, a big change from her usual habit of only wanting to ride with our mom. I remember that trip being exceptionally fun, the two kids sticking together while the parents watched on. It was the first time I really felt like Liv and I were friends.
That lasted for a while. We hung out a lot in those few years before puberty. Then, of course, things changed a bit when we were teens. The raging hormones hit and we both rebelled in our own ways, against our parents and against each other. We took turns being the disgruntled teen, me with my hood up and music blasting on one trip, Liv haughty and ignoring everyone on the next. We fought with each other as much as our parents, plenty of slamming doors and loud words exchanged at the smallest things. She was mad at me for stealing her blanket. I was mad at her for showering too long. We wanted to see different movies or eat at different restaurants. Normal sibling stuff.
Things quieted down somewhat as I got ready to leave for university. I had started to confide in Liv a bit more during my later years of high school, and I liked to think she was starting to get sad I was leaving. For a bit it was almost like we were best friends again. I’d knock on her bedroom door late at night, after coming home from being out with friends, and decompress by telling her about my night. What girl I’d been chasing after or what crazy shit I’d gotten into with my friends. I’d pull her desk chair out and sit with my feet up on her dresser, and she’d tell me not to sit like that and I’d pretend not to hear her. I was always disappointed if I got in too late and she wasn’t still awake, missing our nightly chat.
When I left for school, a long time passed before I spent a meaningful amount of time with her again. With her or with my parents. I went to university pretty far away, breaking up our pattern of spending a lot of time together as four. The only time I made it home was Christmas. On top of that, the summer between my freshman and sophomore year, I took a job on campus, an internship with a professor I liked, so I didn’t go home. The three of them still went on a summer vacation. I got plenty of pictures and messages in the family group chat talking about how it wasn’t the same without me. As much as I was enjoying the independence on campus, I have to admit I was sad not to be there.
Then my sophomore year I even missed Christmas. I was doing a semester abroad in the spring, and decided to head to Europe early to travel with some other people on the program. Mom was pretty devastated, Dad was excited for me, and came back with a list of things I needed to see and do while over there. Liv was strangely non-reactive. At that point in time it’d been close to a year since I saw her person. Dad had visited me over the summer, and mom had helped me move in the fall, but my sister hadn’t found a time to visit her older brother. If I’m being honest I didn’t think about it that much. We texted and talked on the phone every once in a while, but I figured she was busy with her senior year of high school. When I broke the news I wouldn’t be home until May or June, she didn’t say much beyond ‘have fun abroad!’
So going into this summer, it had been close to a year and a half since I’d seen Liv. I decided to go home, it’d been a while, I couldn’t find any enticing offers on campus, and I missed my family. Excited by the news, my parents wanted to celebrate my return (and Liv’s high school graduation) with a trip, like we used to do all the time. Just the four of us. Hence the cabin.
My semester ended later, and on top of that I dallied in Europe a bit, seeing some more sites with friends. So I didn’t get home until well into June. I needed a summer job and Olivia had already gotten one life guarding, so our parents wasted no time in planning our trip out to the lakeside cabin, making sure it could happen before we all got too busy. I was skeptical when I first heard the cabin pitch, but was preoccupied with travel, and didn’t think much of it.
Essentially the timeline was as follows: I got back to the states late on a Wednesday night. Dad picked me up from the airport. I spent Thursday/Friday jetlagged to hell. I saw Olivia and mom briefly, gave them hugs and we all ate dinner together, but I was generally too groggy to be good for anything, and they were working during the day. Then Saturday came along, the four of us piled into the car, early in the morning as dad preferred, and off we went. Roughly an eight hour drive later, through most of which I slept, and here we were, cleaning out an old cabin by the lake.
I’ll spare you the details, but it took a few hours. Our parents started in the master bedroom, while I did the kitchen, and Olivia worked on her upstairs room. Eventually my dad went to work on the bathroom, and us three moved to the big main room. The deep clean was definitely needed, but I think we were all pleasantly surprised with how well kept the cabin turned out to be. It was hidden under a layer of dust and cobwebs, but it wasn’t half bad. One bathroom might be a little annoying, but over the years we had definitely stayed in much worse, and much smaller, places. Dad had rented the cabin until the following Sunday, so we had a little over eight days. Plenty of time to get in the missed family time.