BadBrother
Really Really Experienced
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- Oct 6, 2001
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OOC: Bobby Davis. 23 years old. 6'1", 185. Black hair, black eyes.
IC:
I glance over at the clock and see that it's almost 1 AM. I've been tossing and turning for over two hours trying to get to sleep, but nothing seems to be working. Over in the next bed my kid sister is sleeping peacefully. In the moonlight she looks like an angel. I tried to remember when she got so pretty.
I close my eyes and try counting sheep. It doesn't work. I know only one thing that will, but I wasn't sure that was the best idea in the world with my sister in the room. When frustration reached its highest point, I decided to risk it. Slipping my hand under my sweatpants, I started to stroke myself. There were a thousand girls I could fantasize about, but when I closed my eyes the only face I saw belonged to my own sweet little sibling. It wasn't a complete surprise: incestuous fantasies were becoming more and more prevalent since I moved back home. But there was a wide chasm between fantasy and reality, wasn't there?
Distracted, I must have groaned or something, because when I next glanced over at my sister her eyes were wide open...
IC:
I glance over at the clock and see that it's almost 1 AM. I've been tossing and turning for over two hours trying to get to sleep, but nothing seems to be working. Over in the next bed my kid sister is sleeping peacefully. In the moonlight she looks like an angel. I tried to remember when she got so pretty.
I close my eyes and try counting sheep. It doesn't work. I know only one thing that will, but I wasn't sure that was the best idea in the world with my sister in the room. When frustration reached its highest point, I decided to risk it. Slipping my hand under my sweatpants, I started to stroke myself. There were a thousand girls I could fantasize about, but when I closed my eyes the only face I saw belonged to my own sweet little sibling. It wasn't a complete surprise: incestuous fantasies were becoming more and more prevalent since I moved back home. But there was a wide chasm between fantasy and reality, wasn't there?
Distracted, I must have groaned or something, because when I next glanced over at my sister her eyes were wide open...