Literotic asexstories – Family Secrets by Fatdog25,Fatdog25
I know some authors complain about submission guidelines, but in this case, I think the rejection of the original on those grounds made this a better story in the end. Thanks, guys. Seriously.
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My name is Mitchell and what a long, strange trip this has truly been. It started approximately one month after I graduated from high school.
I woke up late. Not that it mattered, it was a Saturday, no school and I didn’t have a job yet. The house was quiet, meaning my parents had already left and my sister Tammy was probably still asleep. The clock read 9:02 when I rolled over to look at it. After getting up at 6:30 for the last 13 years to go to school, I usually woke up before the alarm would go off so 9 in the morning was late for me.
Caught that 13, huh? Yeah, I had to repeat my senior year because I was expelled one month before graduation. According to the school district, physical altercations with the faculty are not encouraged. Son a bitch had it coming but that didn’t matter. At any rate, I ended up repeating my senior year of high school and graduated last month. Right beside Tammy.
Last night had been her graduation/birthday party. She turned 18 yesterday. I turned 19 last month, right after graduation, but skipped the whole party thing, though. Without friends to speak of, there was no point in throwing a party. I hated parties anyway.
I got up, went through the usual morning routine of relieving myself, showering, teeth brushing and getting dressed in clothes suitable for yard work. Mowing the lawn, weeding Mom’s flower beds and sweeping up was the plan for this morning. It was something to do until I got a job.
To my complete surprise, Tammy was already in the kitchen when I got downstairs about 9:45. She was sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee and eating some toast. Even first thing in the morning, my sister is cute. No point in lying about it. She’s not too tall, not too short, maybe 5’5″. No idea what she weighs, but it’s very even distributed in all the right places. Her light brown hair came down over her shoulders and was tousled from sleep. In her present position at the table, I couldn’t see her eyes but they are what I would call ice blue. It was the one feature everybody noticed first about her.
She had on one of my old t-shirts and I assumed she had on a pair of exercise shorts underneath, which is what she usually wore around the house.
“Where’d you go last night?” No good morning or hi, just that question. She didn’t even look up.
“To bed.” Debating my lack of social skills wasn’t on my to-do list this morning. Her party started about 6, I came down about 8:30 when it was time for the cake and singing Happy Birthday. Then I went back upstairs, put on headphones and did my own thing until I went to bed about 1, when the party wound down enough that I could go to sleep. “Where else was I going to go?”
She looked up at me, “It was my birthday, Mitchell. You could’ve at least hung out with me for a little bit.”
“You know I don’t like parties, Tam. I don’t people well.” I shrugged. No lies there.
“Yeah, there’s a lot of shit you don’t like anymore.” She went back to staring into her coffee and nibbling on her toast. I finally figured out she was not happy about something. Not really in the mood to deal with it right now.
“Sorry. It is what it is.” I skipped my usual morning coffee and grabbed a couple of water bottles out of the fridge. The grass wasn’t going to mow itself and I was already getting a late start. It would be hotter than hell by the time I finished.
A funny thing about me being in a bad mood is that when I have work or chores to do in said bad mood, I can really knock that shit out. Of course, I’m usually in a worse mood when I’m done because instead of just being pissed off, I’m now hot, sweaty, tired, usually hungry and totally pissed off.
When I got kicked out of school, I had to go to therapy, first to get back in and then all during my final year. One of the therapist’s conclusions was that I didn’t do a very good job of expressing my emotions, especially anger. It would stay bottled up until it reached the point where losing my shit was inevitable. Another of her conclusions was that I had a lot of anger. She was right, I was angry. A lot.
So by the time I was done mowing, weeding and sweeping a little after 1, I just wanted to take a cool shower, eat something and take a good, long nap. In that order. When I came in through the back door in the kitchen, Tammy was still sitting at the table but now she was dressed in a different t-shirt of mine and wearing loose gym shorts. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“That was quick.” She was looking at her phone and spoke without looking up. Yeah, she was still unhappy about something, probably me cutting out from her party..
“Not interested in dying of heat stroke. Better to get it done before the hot part of the day.” I dropped the now empty water bottles in the trash. I really wasn’t in the mood to talk.
I guess the noise startled her because she jumped at the noise of the bottles hitting the bottom of the trashcan. She watched me cross the room, headed toward the stairs and that nice, cool shower I was so looking forward to. Just as I reached the entryway, she asked “What’s with you, Mitchell?”
“Sorry?” I stopped and turned around to look at her.
“What’s with you?” she repeated. She had put the phone down on the table and had her arms crossed under breasts. Her head was cocked a little to the side, like she was trying to figure out some kind of puzzle. Her voice wasn’t confrontational or angry, it was pleading, like she was trying to find a way to ask what she wanted to ask without setting me off.
“Nothing.” Damn, I want that shower.
“Bullshit.” And I’m probably not going to get it any time soon. I knew that tone, all too well.
“Not now, Tam.” It was a warning. One of the benefits of therapy was that I had learned to recognize when I was getting close to critical mass and it was time to create some distance. I was there.
We stared at each other for a few seconds. She stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. She put her right palm on my chest as she spoke, “This isn’t good for you, Mitchell. It isn’t good for anybody. I’m trying to help you. Please let me.” Her tone was still pleading.
I understood she was trying to help. I really just didn’t know where to start. Growing up, I was always the quiet kid, not at all as outgoing as Tammy or my parents. I wasn’t athletic, which I felt was a major disappointment to my father, who had been very athletic when he was younger. I wasn’t super intelligent, either. I did okay in school, I wasn’t developmentally disabled or challenged. I just didn’t excel at anything. My parents were always telling us to play to our strengths, but I didn’t have any. Except being pissed off, but I don’t think that’s actually a strength unless you’re some kind of superhero.
I was mediocre, average, basic, an NPC, whatever epithet you wanted to choose. There was absolutely nothing special about me at all. That’s what made me angry. I could understand if girls didn’t like me because I was ugly, but I wasn’t. Not that I was good looking. Again, I was average. Average height, average weight, average everything.
I was totally mid. And I hated it. Girls paid absolutely no attention to me at all. The only girl that wasn’t my mother who ever kissed me was Tammy, and that was on the cheek when we were kids. I’d never dated or had a girlfriend at 19. My self image was total shit. I felt invisible and with that, I felt lonely. All of which just made me angry.
“I know, Tam. Now’s not a good time.” I wanted to diffuse this before feelings got hurt. We were going to be around each other all summer. No point in making it any more miserable than it had to be. Oddly enough, her palm on my chest felt comforting. I reached up and took her hand and gave it a squeeze before letting it go. I wasn’t all that pissed any more, just hot and sweaty.
“You can run but you can’t hide, Mitchell. You’re not going to be able to run forever, you know.” Her eyes were as sad and soft as her voice. I remembered the phrase from our childhood, when we were closer. We weren’t very good at keeping secrets from each other then and that was a promise that had always been kept. She was going to keep at it until she got what she wanted.
Over the course of the next two weeks, I found a part time job at the local chain hardware store, working in the lawn and garden center. Tammy found a job waitressing, mostly in the evening, so we didn’t really see much of each other during the day.
I was supposed to be taking this time during the summer to decide what I wanted to do as far as going to college. I liked computers, especially programming. I got a C on my final class project in programming, meaning it got the job done but it wasn’t pretty or particularly fancy. I figured I could probably make a pretty good living from that skill. The state college system had a campus not far from home and in-state tuition would be much cheaper than out-of-state. Our parents had saved quite a bit for our college so we wouldn’t have to hock our souls to get student loans. I had been meaning to discuss with Tammy what her plans were, thinking if we were going to go to the same school, we might be able to afford to get an apartment off campus instead of living in the dorms. I couldn’t handle living in the dorms, surrounded by people I don’t know and nowhere to go to get away from them.
I guess at some point I had mentioned that to our parents in passing. One Thursday, I was off since I was scheduled to work over the weekend and I guess Tammy was off that day as well, since she was home and doing laundry. I was watching some mindless thing on TV, waiting for a baseball game to start when Tammy came in with a bunch of what looked like magazines.
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