Unintentional Incest [Dysy x Ansem]

[Dysy]

It wasn't something that was intentional, or something she had even thought of doing, but she had been discussing the idea with her friend.

“Incest?”

“Don't you think that's a little barbaric?”

The two females chatted amongst themselves, sitting in the living room, their legs were sprawled out lazily across the couch. “How is it barbaric? Most royal families did it to keep the blood royal.”

“Or disgusting.” The other retorted strongly. The taller of the two shrugged her shoulders. She was an anthropology major at the nearby college, the idea of incest wasn't new to her – some cultures did it, actually, many cultures did it, and it was perfectly acceptable form of copulation. Brushing a few strands of dark brown hair behind her ear she quirked her brow curiously as her friend continued, “I mean really – can you really imagine 'doing it' with your younger brother? I mean – 'brobro'?” She teased using the term the other female often used to refer to her brother – a pet name for her younger sibling if anything.

“Haha, well he does have HALF my genes, which means he isn't bad looking.” The females erupted into a burst of laughter at the thought, but they slowly stood up as the brunette shuffled behind her friend as she made her departure.

“You're a sick fuck Val!” Her friend called out from the driveway as she departed. The girl, Val stood in the doorway yelling whatever funny profanity came to mind at her friend and finally closed the door. Sighing inwardly the female rolled her shoulders gently – she could feel the stress amounting easily. Did she really make a joke about sleeping with her younger brother? At twenty two, Valerie was a well off college student – both her, and her brother Matthew lived together in their parents' home – their parents' both traveled for a living which meant most often Val was in charge of keeping Matthew on top of his studies and extracurricular activities.

If Val could pat herself on the back – she would. She didn't think she did a bad job.

Eying the clock Val allowed a small frown to cross her features as she stared it down. Matthew would be home soon, she hadn't even started dinner yet – her friend had been over all day (of course, skipping classes). Finally exhaling her frustration Val dashed off to her room, changing into more comfortable clothing – sweats and a jogging bra – Matthew was her younger for God's sake, it wasn't as if Val was worried about impressing anyone, or wearing anything that covered her more in that case. Fluffing her wavy chocolate brown hair the female eyed herself in the mirror, she wasn't a 'looker' – but she looked well enough. During her high school years she was a big fan of track and soft ball, which left her with an athletic build. Freckles dotted her olive skin over her shoulders, as well as tracking over her cheeks. Sliding a finger tip over her brows she only gave her reflection a small smirk.

It was only when she heard the front door opening – did she start heading out to the living room to greet her younger brother.

[Sorry for the wee bit of god moding there – with his 'entrance' and all. Hell, maybe you wanted him to come in through the window. ;; But sorry!]

 

[Dysy]

“You're damn right I wouldn't believe the weather.” The female allowed a small chuckle to escape her lips. “You look like something the cat would've come in, and puked up brobro.” The female smirked eying her brother's drenched appearance. “I haven't been outside all day, I'm breezing through Physical Anthropology and it's not like I'm a high school student, professors don't care if you don't show up – they just want you to pull the grade.”

Val adjusted the sports bra, rather crudely for a female, but she didn't seem to notice it. Her hands cupped her breasts calmly as she unrolled the fabric that had rolled uncomfortably under her bosom. While Val wasn't 'well-endowed' by most American standards, she had a decent sized C-cup, and she wasn't going to complain. All of her friends were stick thin, which meant – by any scientific guess – they were lacking upstairs.

“My day? Boring. Usual. Stayed home. Had Lucy come over for a bit to fill me in on what I missed. Apparently we had an invigorating lecture about incest.” The sarcasm simply dripped off of Val's tone as she reiterated her day. “What about yours? Get a girlfriend yet?” She teased as she sauntered off to the kitchen. “Lucy was talking up a storm, haven't started up dinner yet – hope you don't starve off.” Another laugh, and but the clinking of the fridge immediately over powered the female's light laugh. “Then I wouldn't have to buy groceries – I could just buy M&M's buy the bucketful and live off of those.” Val almost lived off candy, as a college student she was always working late nights and working on some form of sugar high.

This month's indulgence – M&M's.

When the answer from her brother wasn't immediate, Val had popped her head up from the fridge and eyed her brother curiously. “Come on – you have half my genes, you're gonna be a woman slayer!” She called out from the kitchen. “If people make jokes about me being a 'maneater', you've gotta be a killer with women.” Her tone was casual, in most cases she always treated her younger brother as if he were her friend – not her sibling. The only time their relationship proved to be familial instead of platonic – was when she was teasing him.

It was just an older sister's job. It was almost like – something you had to do.

“Come to think of it. You haven't brought a girl home for me to meet yet.” Dragging out a tray of beef, Val settled on making meatloaf. It seemed like a simple idea for dinner, and it wasn't something she had to put a whole lot of thought into. Tossing the beef into a bowl, she worked quietly, “Haven't found the right one? Or do you have a girlfriend – and you're just scared I won't like her or something?” She teased lightly.

 

[Dysy]

“Well gee – touch a sensitive subject eh brobro?” She smirked shrugging her shoulders. She meant no harm in it – but simply out of sibling curiosity she couldn't help but not ignore the nagging feeling that Matthew was still single and without a girl to bring home.

Tossing the ingredients into the bowl, Val made quick work of them. Having watched after her younger brother since they were both children, the female had acquired a knack for house hold chores – she was diligent and a hard-worker, regardless of her obvious dislike for academic school work. Setting the oven, Val turned the timer for a half hour and headed into the living room wiping her damp hands on a kitchen cloth. Slowly she slid herself onto the oak coffee table, firmly positioning herself in front of Matthew – and in front of whatever ridiculous 'man show' he was watching.

Instead of her normal cheery demeanor which she had had seconds ago, her face looked stoic, dark brown eyes staring at her brother. Her slim finger tips slid under her chin carefully resting her head against her folded hands. “In all seriousness though,” She sighed shaking her head. “Why haven't you brought a girl home? I'm not trying to tease you, but I dunno – I've brought home guys I've dated before.” There was the guy that called Matthew, 'Scout' – that lasted two weeks, and the other one who mixed up her name with someone else, that lasted a month and ended with a knee to the groin... The list continued through her head. She was a notorious dater, but Val never really – settled with anyone, of course, that also meant her relationships never went farther than kissing.

But it wasn't as if anyone knew that – Val simply exuded the persona of a 'been around the block a couple times' sorta girl.

That didn't mean she really was one.

“I'm just worried you're ashamed of me or somethin'.” She rolled her eyes, but her statement was half serious. Val wasn't as self conscious person by nature, she almost always performed confidently, thanks to some Teen Magazines as a girl – confidence and Val went hand in hand, but when it came to her brother, she actually cared about what he thought. "I mean, c'mon we have our spats, all siblings do - but we get over them, forgive them, fix them - grow out of them, whatever. But we don't let 'em hold us back."

 

[Dysy]

“Ha, who is it?”

Val pondered the idea, someone you couldn't have a relationship with... And her mind immediately popped out ideas, 1. Teacher 2. Family 3. Close Friend's Sister, but she immediately crossed out number two – there was no way her brother would be into that. So that left her with options one and three. “What, are you hitting on the teacher or something? Or a bud's sister?” She quirked. The latter of her options just didn't seem plausible to the female.

Crossing her legs slowly she leaned back onto the coffee table ignoring the constant tick of the timer in the background. “Y'know, I'm not going to lie, I did consider it being family, but we don't have any cousins that you would've met or even seen since you were at least – five. And – hell, we haven't seen mom in a year or two, so it's not like that developed.” Val laughed at the idea. She had considered it after that afternoon's conversation with Lucy – but she was well aware of the taboo that came with incest, as well as the biological side effects.

She never called it wrong.

She just considered it something that wasn't 'normal'.

“Would you date me if I wasn't your sister?”

The question came out of Val's lips without much thought. “I mean, I don't think I'm a head turner, but I'm not a bad looker.” Her lips curled into a smile. “C'mon, I may be a bit taller than you, but hey – some guys are into older women.” She stood up slowly her arms crossing under her chest gently. Her long eyelashes fluttered in a faux form of seduction towards her brother as she leaned down towards him, till she was back to being eye level with him.

 

[Dysy]

“Crazy huh?” Val leaned in pressing a gentle kiss to her brother’s lips. It wasn’t something she did often – she kissed her brother here and there – on the forehead, and on his cheek, but never on the lips. Slowly Val leaned in and smiled at her brother, “Why would you bring it up and not tell me?” She sighed quietly pressing her forehead against your brother’s.

And then, Val did something out of the ordinary. Placing her foot up on the couch, she straddled her brother carefully, her arms wrapped around his neck. She didn’t weigh much despite their height differences; therefore she wasn’t too concerned about leaning into him a bit. “Y’know, Lucy and I had a very interesting conversation about incest anyways today that I never got to tell you about.” Val leaned back a bit, her thighs shifting across the top of Matthew’s. “I guess she was telling me about incest, and I’m an Anthropology major I get that. Sometimes people thought it was purer than normal sex. What about you? Would it be so disgusting to have sex with me? Or at the very least kiss me?” Val smiled eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“But seriously – would you not date me if we weren’t related? How about just as a one night stand.” Matthew’s intuition was certainly correct when it came to his sister. There was no way she was going to let up until her questions were answered. She was naturally curious just based on her personality – she couldn’t help but pester. No matter how mature of a face Val put on, she almost resorted to almost childish measures to get what she wanted.

And she always got what she wanted.

 

[Dysy]

Val smiled that ‘oh-so-innocent’ smile of hers at her brother. “Disgusting huh?” The smiled still remained, and even as their foreheads touched, Val did not pull away from her brother. Well, she had certainly been expecting that sort of answer. “Well I didn’t think I was that gross brobro.” She teased lightly touching his nose with hers gently rubbing their noses gently. Yes, she was being a little too affectionate – it was in her nature. But instead of doing something that looked expected, Val stood up the ringing of the timer echoing in the house.

Without a word Val retreated to the kitchen pulling out their dinner from the oven and placing it neatly on the stove. It only took a couple minutes of silence, the kitchen filled with clanks and ticks as Val shut off the timer and closed the oven. She returned just as silently as she left and smiled, “Dinner’s ready.” She smirked calmly. No – she wouldn’t do anything to him now, that’d be too expected, no fun – the key to a successful attack was the mastery of the art of surprise.

And boy did she have a surprise brewing.

As Val set the table to eat she looked into the living room, and with a smooth and sly voice she mentioned to her brother, “I never said I wanted to do anything – at all, I never even suggested a thing. I maybe took the teasing a little far, but Matthew, I’m your sister.” Val placed the plates down carefully, “But perhaps, you were thinking of something perverse huh little brother?” Val smiled at her brother. “What – you wanted to fuck or something?” Val was a potty mouth – that was easy enough to say, her obvious favorite word was dropping the F-Bomb whenever it was necessary. Oddly enough, Val was also a smooth talker, she knew when it was appropriate to speak in such a manner, and now seemed like a good time for it. “C’mon be honest here. You just admitted to wanting it.” She urged as she placed the utensils rather loudly down upon the table.

 

[Dysy]

Yes, she was crude – it was something she always was. Straightforward, though it often came off as rough, or abrasive, and sometimes she just didn’t know when to stop. But when it came to her brother, she’d back off – for now. While Val and Matthew had never wrestled per say when they were children, they had often gotten into their more physical of spats – and while Val was never stronger than her brother, she knew his weak points at the very least.

Slicing herself a piece of meatloaf Val sat back down quietly as she cut into her dinner quietly, chewing it with ease with each bite without saying another word. Dinner was awkward to say the least, and Val excused herself without word to her brother. For a moment Val wandered away from the table as she went towards her room but instead darted into her room, it was just a spur of the moment thing – but she would attack at night. It was the best time, Val was a night owl – and Matthew had class the next day – or at least Val believed he did.

“Guardian” of her brother or not, it wasn’t as if Val remembered his ENTIRE schedule.

He was a big boy he could take care of himself.

Quietly she set her alarm for some odd early morning hour and returned to the kitchen table smiling calmly at her brother. “So I’ll drop the subject for now.” She smirked toying with her fork which poked at the slice of meatloaf. “I mean, but how can you blame me for being curious? It’s not every day an older sister hears from her younger brother that he wants to bang her.” Yeah, it was blunt, but blunt was Val’s middle name. “I can’t deny that I’m flattered by the thought.” Val leaned closer towards the table. Matthew had separated them physically for now – but there wasn’t going to be much he could do later on.

 

[Dysy]

She watched him go.

Correction.

She let him go.

Whether Matthew knew it or not, Val always knew how to get her way, and he was just a pawn to use in her enjoyment. Watching him retire to his room, Val worked silently – she only hummed quietly to herself, while she cleaned up their dinner dishes. Swaying back and forth as she cleaned, Val dumped the dishes into the dish washer, and listened intently – she heard no movement. Perhaps he had actually gone to bed.

Or he was just really good at avoiding her.

With Matthew in his room, Val undressed freely, strolling to the bathroom, with her clothing in tow. Her shower was minimal, just enough to make sure she hadn't acquired anything 'funky' smelling during her day off. With her hair damp after her shower ,Val wandered out in her panties, a form fitting pair of pink panties – with only a small bow adoring the front. Nudging her brother's door open, Val rolled her eyes. As if he thought he was off the hook that fast. She was going to have her way, and her experiment whether he wanted to participate or not.

“Matthew...” She hummed kindly, but her eyes twinkled like a predator stalking their prey.
Crawling up his bed Val, straddled her brother calmly, ignoring her naked appearance that still glistened from her shower. “Wake up.” She murmured leaning down, her lips meeting gently with his neck.