Title: Incest Thread- Kissing Your Sister (Limestone) by Anonymous Author: Archiver-Writefag Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/S2Nab1iK First Edit: Thursday 6th of October 2016 09:16:11 PM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 6th of October 2016 09:16:11 PM CDT >You wake up with a start. >Your heart is beating fast enough to bruise some ribs, and your body is absolutely covered in cold sweat. >Your stomach hurts, you're breathing hard, and your clothes are wet enough that if you didn't know it was sweat, you'd be worried that you wet your bed. >In short, you feel like shit inside and outside. >What happened last night? >God, you can barely remember it. >You remember your sisters phoning you up. >You remember very distinctly that all four of them were there, which was always hard to accomplish. >Pinkie lives three states over; Maud is usually pre-occupied with her job half-way across the country; and Limestone and Marble are always busy on the old Quarry. >You have no idea how you all managed to free up a couple of weeks away from work and obligations to hang out at your apartment; all you know is that it took literally MONTHS of planning to organize this get-together. >Right, going back to what happened... >Limestone and Marble showed up first, early as always; you have to get up bright and early whether you work on an apple farm or a rock farm. >Next was Maud, who arrived without fanfare and carrying a case of her studies that she wanted to share with you; you didn't understand half of it, but you could tell from the subtle way she blinked a bit faster that was really excited to talk about her discoveries. >Finally was Pinkie, who took an early train and actually got here first; of course she didn't get here til nearly noon - she wanted to see what the city had to offer.   --------------------- flashback ---------------------   >DONG DING >Who where? >You stumble out of bed, frantically groping around with your feet to find your slippers. >You find one (right where you left it) and the other right around your bedroom door (right where you kicked it). >You're still half-asleep as you stomp out of your bedroom and towards the front door, and the blurry sleep-crusties are still stuck in your eyes as you accidentally punch the doorknob a couple of times before you remember how fingers work and grab it. >You throw open the door and squint at whoever's bothering you this early in the morning. "Whuh - who's - what're you - why?!" >Two people push past you, and some asshole giggles at you. >Who are these people?! >"Nice look, Anon." >.....Oh. >Oh! >Whoops. >Your sisters are supposed to be coming in today, aren't they? "M-morning, Limestone," you yawn, "Marble." >>"G-good morning, brother." >Oh, Marble. >Of all of your sisters, Marble is the one who picked up most of Dad's weird way of speaking. >Who calls their brother, "brother', anyway? >"Could you put some clothes on already? I didn't wake up at 3:30 this morning just to watch my big brother walk around in his t-tight underwear." >That's about when your brain finally chugged to life and it occurred to you that you sleep in your boxers. "Shi-oot, sorry!" you scramble to cover your groin with your hands, unsure if you changed out of the underwear with the hole in the front, "I'll be right ba-" >"Oi, c'mere first." >Soft, strong arms wrap around your neck and pull you into a hug. >The distinct and distantly familiar smell of "Limestone" fills your nose. >You'd return the hug if your sister's body wasn't keeping your hands stuck in their protective position over your penis-place. >"More importantly," she whispers in your ear, squeezing you tight, "I didn't wake up at 3:30 this morning to let you walk away without giving me a hug." >Wow, Limestone's affectionate this morning. >Today promises to be a good one. >..... >...did she just sniff you? >You return from the bathroom after a quick shower, wearing fresh-ish clothes; just a simple jeans-shirt combo. >You step out of the humid bathroom and are immediately hit with the smell of coffee brewing. >The coffee maker clicks and hisses loudly, but the noise doesn't drown out your sister's conversation. >"-n't believe he stayed in shape." >>"It's truly vexing. He's been gone for so long." >Aww. You missed them too. >"Well, I'm certainly not complaining. I got a good whiff of his neck during that hug, and guess what?" >>"What?" >"He smells just as good as he used to." >Wait, what? >What the hell does THAT mean? >....ha! Ha ha! >B-boy your sisters sure are weird. >The... the isolation of the farm sure has... >Jesus. >Okay, you're going to pretend that didn't happen and that they didn't talk about how good you smell. >Because that shit's weird.   ------------- hours later -------------   >Pinkie, being Pinkie, broke out the alcohol shortly after dinner. >Maud almost never drinks, and Pinkie actually went easy on the sauce for once. >Both of them retired to their beds/couches hours ago. >This left Limestone and Marble, the hard-working country folk who have to wake up too early in the morning to afford being able to drink, and who have the alcohol tolerance of babies. >Limestone leans into you and uses you as support as she pokes you in the chest with a finger. >"N-no! Y'don't un'nerstand, Anon. You don' get to jus' leave the qua-farm withou' saying goodbye first." >Limestone whips her head around, looking to Marble for support; the girl's fast asleep on her little couch, leaning up against the wall. >"Dangit." >Limestone turns around again and grabs you by the shoulders. >"THIS is how you say 'goodbye' to someone you love." >And the next thing you know, you're kissing Limestone on the lips. ----------------- end flashback -----------------   >Jesus, what happened after that? >Y-you mean, kissing your sister isn't THAT bad a thing to do, is it? >You could think of worse. >R-right? >Okay: think, Anon; think. >What happ- >The sound of sheets rustling breaks you out of your thoughts and sends terror screaming down your spine. >You're dead. >You're literally did; Limestone will kill you, take your body back to the Farm, and bury you deep in one of the mine shafts where nobody will ever EVER find you ever again. >Two soft, strong arms wrap around you from behind and hook their fingers. >Your bed shifts and you feel the warm pressure of bare skin being pressed against your equally bare back. >"Good morning, Anon~" coos the voice of Limestone. >You feel (and hear) a gentle kiss being pressed into the back of your neck. >"Sleep well, love?" >.....you know what? >Maybe kissing your sister wasn't as bad a thing as you thought it was..