Tom Clancey's Rainbow Sis: Lone Anon

>You are Anonymous.
>And you have fuck all to do today.
>Stuck at home with nothing to do, you lay in bed and think.
>You think about a few things.
>About school, friends, plans, girls.
>Well, one girl in particular.
>Dammit! You know you shouldn’t think of her like that.
>She’s your sister, for fucks sake!
>But you know you can’t lie to yourself.
>Shitty pokerface and all.
>At first, she was just your annoying older sister.
>But then puberty hit.
>And it fucking hit.
>She got tall and lean, almost like her body was trying to be even more aerodynamic.
>Not that it mattered. She wasn’t captain of the track team for nothing.
>Everything about the way she was built screamed fast.
>Hell, even the way her rainbow-colored hair blew as she ran.
>It looked like a real rainbow was coming from her.
>There you go again, thinking about your sister.
>Frustrated to no end, you finally admit it. Out loud, at that.
“I have a thing for my sister!”
>”Oh really now?”

>Mother
>Fuck.
>”What was that, Squirt?”
>gottagofast.gif
>You bolt up to your room.
>But it’s no use. She blasts past you in the blink of an eye.
>And for the split second you got a glimpse of her, she was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.
>She just looks so…
>Happy.
>Like when she runs, she doesn’t have a care in the world.
>And that hair.
>An exercise in futility if you’ve ever had one.
>She’s up to your door in ten seconds flat.
>But you’re going too fast to stop, so you end up careening into your sister, toppling you both over.
>You land on top of her, and for a second, you just stare in to her magenta eyes, lost in their gaze.
>She lifts you off of her.
>”All right, game over, kid. What’d you just say?”
>Shit.
“Uhhh… That I bought a thing for my sister! Yeah! I bought you a birthday present.”
>”You /do/ know my birthday isn’t for another eight months, right?”
>Welp. You’re fucked. Game over, man. Game over.
>”Wait. I think I just figured it out.”
>You’re sweating bullets at this point.
>”Aww, little Anon has a crush. That’s so adorable!”
“Dammit, Dash. Just drop it.”
>And with that, you push her out, and slam the door. Hard.
>You bury your face under your pillows and hope to the princesses this is all a dream.

>You are Rainbow Dash.
>And you are
>AWE—slightly confused.
>You came home from work, to hear the seven words you never thought you’d hear come out of your little brother’s mouth.
>Now, he /is/ only a year younger than you.
>And not really that bad-looking.
>In fact, he’s kinda cut-
>Cut that shit out right now.
>Just because your brother’s being strange doesn’t mean you have to sink to his level.
>Is that really what that is, though?
>Before you do any deep, philosophical thinking, you should probably get out of the hall.
>You walk to your bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind you.
>You pick up a book off the floor.
>”Incest for Dummies”
“heheh…”
>You blush and shove that /all/ the way back under your bed.
>No need for that to be out.
>Not that anyone was looking.
>After the accident, you and Anon were the only ones left.
>Your mom and dad didn’t make it.
>You sigh a little bit, and feel kinda down, but you’ve gotten over it by now.
>So it’s just you and him.
>Poor kid doesn’t even have any friends.
>He may kinda cute, but he has no social skill whatsoever.
>It doesn’t help that he’s living in his sisters shadow, you remind yourself.

>It had always been hard for him, you realize.
>He was always having to live up to the expectations of your parents.
>Expectations that you helped set.
>Whenever you needed someone to talk to, he was always there, ready to help.
>But you could never find the time to introduce him to some of your friends,
>Show him how cool it is to be Rainbow Dash’s brother.
>But all you did was show him just how shitty it was.
>Shit.
>Were you really that bad of an older sister?
>Thinking back even farther, you remember back to when you both were little.
>He’d always get picked on for having the same colored hair as you.
>He used to wear it with pride, saying how cool you were, and that you were the best sister ever.
>Now he dyes it, trying to hide who he is.
>like he’s trying to push himself as far away from you as possible.
>You’re deep in thought when a knock on your doorframe brings you back.
>”Hey, uh sis? Could you, maybe… forget you heard anything?
>Tears in his eyes at this point.
>”I have a hard enough time around people as it is, and I…”
>You never hear the end to that sentence, as he runs off.
>You get up to give chase, and are fully prepared to go in there and hold him like mom used to do.
>But you think better of it for a moment.
>You press your ear up to the door, and between sobs, you can make out
>”I don’t want to lose my sister.”
>You stand there and whisper
“And I don’t want to lose my brother.”

I think I might keep this in RD’s perspective, to try and add some variety and appease those who asked for it.

>You open the door, not bothering to knock.
>Walking in, you pull him from his bed, eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained by tears that were until just a few seconds ago, flowing freely.
>And with a quick peck on his forehead, you leave again.
>The both of you share a dirty secret, but he can’t know that you feel the same.
>Well not yet anyway.
>You’re pretty sure you’d have to broach that topic with delicacy.
“Not like I can just up and tell him.”
>You’d made a habit of thinking some things out loud. It just helped somehow.
>At least school was out for the summer in a few days.
>That gives you more one-on-one time with him.
>And that’s good, because from what you’ve seen so far, he’s not just little Anon, your kid brother anymore.

>You are Anon, and you feel better.
>Well, a little bit anyway.
>And you’re more than a little bit hungry.
>Your sister finding out about your dirtiest secret really takes a lot out of you.

>Walking to the kitchen, you fix up some dinner.
>And by dinner, you mean a sandwich for you.
>Screw it. Let’s make one for her, too.

>You are Rainbow again.
>And you are not happy with what you’ve become.
>Yeah, you’re the star athlete at school,
>And yeah, you’ve had a pretty good senior year.
>But your thoughts go back to how you are pushing your brother away.
>Between school, (failed) relationships, and sports, you’re barely home.
>And how you know jack shit about him right now.
>Well, you know that he’s pretty anti-social,
>And the basic stuff you can glean from conversations over dinner.
>But other than that, he’s a mystery.
>Damn.
>You really are a bad sister.