Family Affairs Chapter 1: Dried Tears
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Chapter 1: Dried Tears
I stared off into space, just sitting on my couch listening to Children of Bodom on my iPod. I was the only one home this Saturday, due to the facts that my parents were on a weeklong business trip, and my sister's prom was tonight. And she wasn't supposed to be back till around midnight, so I had a lot of alone time.
I checked the clock. It was 9:30. Right then, Alex, my sister, burst through the front door in tears. She ran over to the couch and buried her face in a pillow. I immediately snapped out of my daze and turned towards her, putting my paw on her back. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked in a soft voice. She snapped her head up and looked me in the eyes with the saddest expression I'd ever seen. "Sean," she sobbed, "Sean dumped me on the dance floor then called me a slut!"
'Moron!' was the only thing that popped up in my head. I took a good look at her, and found no reason for him to break up with her. She was a 16-year old vixen, and an extremely beautiful one. Her sleek auburn fur was matched only by her glazed brown eyes. Her smile was as white as a cloud on a sunny day, and her long brown hair was as soft and smooth as silk. She was so beautiful that she could have anyone she wanted. 'I always new Sean was stupid, but...'
Tears fell on her sparkly red dress. Seeing this hurt me. She and I had had the normal brother-sister relationship. She typically annoyed me, and I'm pretty sure I did the same, but she was still my sister, and I cared for her deeply.
I embraced her in a gentle hug. "Sean was an idiot to do that. He deserves to be in an asylum," I said to her, "After all, he'd have to be crazy to let a girl as beautiful as you go." I hugged her tighter, and her sobs slowly stopped. After a while, she glanced up at me. "Jave," she said, wiping the last of her tears away, "Do you think I'm a slut." The question startled me a bit. "Of course not," I replied as I started to stroke her hair.
I looked down at her, wondering if she was feeling better. She looked like she was lightning up.
We let each other go, and Alex laid her head on my shoulders. She was sound asleep in under five minutes. I sat there for about twenty, before noticing the time. Ten o'clock. I picked up my sleeping sister gently, being careful not to wake her. I would have hated to leave her alone for the night, so I took her into my room and laid her on my bed. I then went to grab her pajamas from her room. I took a good look at them. They were sky blue, with small stars on them, and a large crescent moon on the butt. I took them into my room where my sister was laying down.
I slid her dress off, and as I did so, I couldn't help but notice her perfect curves. Her slight hourglass shape was a marvel to me, and her thighs were perfectly shaped. But, I soon kicked myself for ogling my sister and quickly put her pajamas on. I covered her in my blankets before going over to my closet and grabbing a spare pillow and blanket. I made a small palette and quickly fell asleep.
In my dream, I was looking in a mirror. All of my features were crystal clear, my dark red fur contrasting my green eyes. My hair was long for most males my age; it went down to my neck. My white tail stood out perfectly, and my fur was as soft as usual. I considered myself handsome for a 17-year old fox. In my dream, I felt like I wasn't alone. I turned around, and sure enough, there was Alex.
She walked over to me, and immediately kissed me, her tongue working its way into my mouth. We sat there for what seemed forever, before she reached around and grabbed my ass. I jumped a little, but then returned the favor. She obviously noticed, as she moaned a sweet, seductive moan before pulling away from the kiss and getting on her knees. She fondled with my balls a bit, then my cock, which was getting harder by the second. Once it was fully hardened, she licked up the shaft to the tip, and was about to take it in when-
I woke up with a morning wood that hurt. I glanced at the clock. Eight o'clock. 'Why the HELL am I up so early...' My thought trailed off as a took a look at my sister. She was still fast asleep. It was then when I got the idea to fix her favorite breakfast; a ham and cheese omelet with bacon. I got up, still in my jeans from the night before. I quietly worked my way downstairs and into the kitchen where I started cooking. Apparently, though, my secretive efforts to surprise her were futile. She came down the stairs, fur ruffled and a bad case of bed-head.
"Morning," I said as she entered the kitchen, "Have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready." I motioned her towards a chair. I don't know if she purposefully ignored me, of if she wasn't listening, but she went straight past the table and got me with a big hug. I hugged back, told her to have a seat again, and finished the two omelets I was fixing. I put her plate in front of her and asked, "How do you feel?" She replied with a simple 'I'm okay.' "Alright," I said. After breakfast we went out and sat on the couch.
Alex turned to me. "Did you mean what you said last night? You know, how you said I was beautiful?" I turned to her and said, "Of course I did. You are the most beautiful girl I know." When I said this, I thought I was just comforting her. Sure, what I said was true, but what happened because of my response blew my mind.
Alex locked me in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues swirled around each other as we sat there in endless bliss. At first I was startled. I mean, my sister had just shoved her tongue in my mouth. But as I eased into it, it became very enjoyable. But, it did not last.
She broke away from the kiss, and was silent for a while before saying, "I've seen you looking at me." My eyes widened at this. 'Shit, she knows!'
It was true; I had been eying her over ever since her bathing suit fell off at a pool about three months ago. When it fell off, I was stunned. She was a thing of beauty, and I couldn't believe it took something like that for me to notice her curves. Ever since then I found myself looking at her, and every time I scolded myself for it, but I couldn't help it.
"Jave, follow me," she said before running up the stairs. Life was about to get interesting.