Smoke's Wincest Adventures

>You sit outside at the porch. The moons out. It's rather warm considering that's it's this late in the year...
>The question that haunts you, that keeps you up at night, is running through your mind over and over again like a broken record.
>How?... How did things change so much?
>After your parents divorced, it was decided that you had to live with your mom. Not that you really had any say. Nor did you really care
>In fact. You were glad for it. Not having to see your sisters annoying face for months at a time was perfect.
>Now, after your mother succumbed to her weak heart. You were forced to move back in with your deadbeat father and that overconfident bitch that was your older sister.

>Saying that you hated the situation you had been dealt would be an understatement.
>You had a great life back in the warm east coast.
>Sun literally 360 days a year
>That was luxury for you. Considering you hailed from the fucking north.
>So here you are. Stuck on the porch on an old shack. almost an hour drive away from the nearest store.
>How your father managed to live out here is beyond you.
>Truthfully. Being pulled away from the warmth you loved, and even leaving behind the best high school imaginable, your friends included. Was not the cause of your issues.
>No, you had a bigger problem.
>When you came home. The last thing. The absolutely last fucking thing on your mind.
>Was how your sister was doing.
>Gods know you always hated her guts.
>She was worse than older brothers, you swore to God.
>Thought getting wrestled by your brother was bad? Try a girl half your size doing it... And winning.
>Always with that damn smirk on her face.
>Like she was better than you, and knew it.
>This... this was the sister you had grown up with.
>Not the girl you met when you came home.
>She couldn't be...
>Your little sister was a tiny Tasmanian devil.
>This girl? She was... Beautiful...
>Oh God Damn It Why?

>... You can't actually say you didn't know why it had turned out like it did.
>In a sense, you had brought this on yourself.
>When you first moved in with your mom, and started a new school you were barely entering puberty.
>Interest for girls was at an all time high.
>And all those damn "wrestling" matches with your big sister was a sore point for you. A threat to your masculinity.
>Problem was. You had gotten a taste for it. Girls being stronger than you was becoming an exciting thought.
>Your damn sister had beaten you so much it had turned into some sort of fucking masochist syndrome. You liked it. And you wanted it.
>So of course, when you started out in your new school, the girls that attracted you were the athletic ones. The tomboys.
>Girls with backbone and attitude was a major turn on.
>School was fine, as were your grades. The best part though, was that the school was set up to provide the best possible possibilities for students pursuing an athletic goal.
>They had almost every sort of arrangement known to man.
>Boxing halls, Tennis court, Baseball field, Football fields. They had it all.
>Considering that the countries star athletes tended to graduate from there didn't really come as a surprise.
>You yourself was not a bad athlete. In fact, You were a pretty damn good pitcher.
>So girls was not really an issue. You had had several girlfriends.
>None were good enough though. Now you knew why... None were her.

>That's... that's the wrong thing to think.
>Who fucking cares if she's finally grown into a woman.
>Who gives a fuck if she's suddenly got hips that would have most guys sunglasses crack.
>... Who... who gives a shit whether she's got the most sensual lips you've ever seen...
>'Gah! Fucking stop it brain! What the hell...'
>... A cold shower ain't gonna fucking fix this...
>Looking over at the horizon you notice that the sky is slowly turning red.
>Dawn... You've been sitting out here going over this damn question over and over again for hours.
>When did it get so late... or rather, early?
>Sighing to yourself you resign yourself to a short nap before undoubtedly being pestered awake by your sister.
>It's a blessing at least, that school does not start up again for another two weeks. You had time to acclimatize.
>Day rhythm? what sort of foreign concept is that?
>You get up from the cliche rocking chair and move towards the entrance to the shack.
>It's really not much more than a shack.
>Honestly... It's one story tall. No basement. Just a wooden structure creaking in the wind.
>It contains a whooping 4 rooms. 2 sleeping rooms, a kitchen/living room and a bathroom with a sorry excuse of a shower.
>The shower is not much more than a sink built into the wall with some homemade tubing.
>Typical dad. Always cutting corners if he thinks he can save a bent penny on it.
>Damn cheapskate.
>As you reach for the handle of the door, you are surprised as it swings open.
>'Bro?'

>'S-Sis? W-What are you doing up so early?' Dammit boner, Not now! Bad freakedy fucking timing.
>... Who can blame you. Tank top, bra less. with tight hot pants... There is a God. And the fucker made this Goddess you sister.
>'What? I always get up this early, Gotta do that morning dash y'know. Keeps me on my toes and is a great way to start the day. You went to a damn athlete school yourself, isn't that why your up now too?'
>Huh, That was a surprisingly good reason... also surprising. Considering she sleeps half the day away. Then again... this might be why.
>Also, she just gave you a convenient excuse for why you was up early. Thanks sis.
>'Uh, Yeah. Was just taking in some fresh air before I was gonna change to something lighter.'
>Wearing denim pants for a run is not a good idea... just, just don't... Ever.
>'Hurry up then, I want to see if you can keep up!' She smirks that damn cocky smile at me again and starts stretching.
>Good thing too. The smile that used to piss you off so much at a younger age, now did things to your heart that made you wonder if you hadn't already gone for a morning run.
>Also, before boner decided that he needs to move into a bigger apartment you're going to stop staring at your sisters ass and change.
>Moving inside the house you quickly move to the bathroom and dunk your face into the sink to cool down. It would have been a good thing if you put water into there first you dumb shit.
>*Clack* Sonnofa-

>Biiiiiiiiitch... That fucking hurt.
>You rub your forehead while filling the sink.
>Looking in the mirror you see that there was no permanent damage. Hopefully it wouldn't swell up.
>You get out of the day old clothing and throw it into a corner while splashing your face with some water.
>The good side to having your face meet porcelain at near terminal velocity is the fact that little pitch has gone back to sleep.
>Funny how intense fucking pain applied to the face can get your body out of the mood.
>Then again, kinda surprising you didn't get even harder considering... well... fuck it. It's gone, that's all that matters.
>Standing there in your boxer you realize that like the dumb shit you are you forgot to bring some clothing to change into.
>All your lighter training clothes are packed down in boxes in your room.
>Well... You say your room, but considering it's a 2 bedroom shack it's not like you sleep there alone.
>Of course, one would normally think that with as grown up kids as his your dad would do the smart thing and separate you for privacy's sake.
>Fuck no. Not that egotistical bastard. He had to take the biggest bedroom all for himself.
>'Not my fucking problem the bitch's heart failed' he had said. Like she had it coming or something.
>You are really going to kill him one day. One of these days.
>So the room sharing is simple. You and your sister share the second, smaller bedroom.
>At least there is two beds... small favors you guess...
>You sigh to yourself and head towards your bedroom to pack out some clothing to wear.
>Fate had other plans and your sister was standing in the kitchen with a protein shake in her hand.
>Checking you out, if you were to take an educated guess. Proof being the roaming eyes.
>'Heh, nice bod bro. Good to see you haven't gone soft in the heat.'

>Stay calm dammit. Don't let her get inside your head. No, not that head either... Dammit.
>'You didn't really think I'd slack off just because I moved, did ya sis?'
>Keeping up a front was harder than you realized. That damn tank top was more revealing than you'd like.
>She wasn't big, but damn if they weren't the perfect shape and so perky.
>You idly wonder if you could beat your dick into submission. Then the irony of that statement hit you and you groan.
>'I gotta unpack my stuff to find my training clothes sis. Just, give me 5 minutes all right?'
>'Sure, bro. Not like I got anything better to do than wait for your sorry ass all day.'
>Curse her and that snarky attitude. Seriously.
>Why did it have to turn you on so damn much.
>Fucking masochism.
>You head over to your bedroom and start looking for one of the packages you know contained clothing.
>Luckily enough you find some sweat pants in the second package, no shirts though.
>Figuring it's warm enough anyway you decide to fuck it and run bare top.
>After pulling on your sweatpants you head back out into the kitchen, seeing your sister already having gone back outside.
>Opening the fridge you grab a carrot and munch it while going back out on the porch.
>The sun had gone a ways already and was clearing the mountain range on the horizon.
>Your sister was on the front lawn running in place, working up some heat.
>while the temperature was pretty good for this time of year, it was still a bit chilly in such light clothing as you and your sister had opted for.
>Was that... Oh God. Stiff nipples...
>Fucking boner...