Warning: This story involves incestuous romance.
It was midday when the knocks came, just before noon. I was on the game console, playing an old classic. I wasn’t playing well, so I died a lot more than usual. It was frustrating, so when the knocks persisted, I decided it’d be a fresher sight than this.
I stood with a grunt and made for the door real slow. It’d probably be a dropper or something. I reached the door, looked through the peephole, and frowned.
A woman stood by the doorway, her hair red and her skin pale. She wore a black bodycon dress, her curvy and full figure making her a true sight. I didn’t linger and unlocked the door.
She was probably someone’s wife who’d taken a wrong turn.
When the door opened and her eyes met mine, a shock grabbed at me.
"Syndie?" I asked, baffled. "What’re you doing here?"
"Hiya, Grund!" she responded cheerily, her grey eyes showing little other than happiness and relief at my emergence. She’d always been an honest face, far too easy to read and gauge proper. "I was in the city and thought I’d pay you a visit."
That answered little of my question, yet as my eyes flickered towards her side, where her bags stood, I felt my walls break and crumble— my development, boundaries that were tested and tried, reduced to their baser stages at the mere sight of an old face.
I didn’t sigh at my lack of resolve, though the want was there. I opened the door further and invited her in:
"C’mon in, it must be hot out there."
She beamed, and once again I noticed the relief that came by her face. Somewhere inside of me, I’d already decided I knew what was going on, and in my heart, it was a war between happiness at seeing my cousin and the fear of the ancient corruption yet unwashed by new experiences.
"Thanks, Grund."
She tried to grab her bags— it was quite a few of them, and much for a single lady to carry— but I urged her in real quick. "I’ll bring these in for ya."
Syndie needed no further assurances, walking past me with a scent of old memories wafting off her. She had turned midget with the years, or was it I who had turned tower?
Immediately after she entered the apartment, I reached for the phone in my right pocket. I’d never truly viewed myself as a dishonest person, and thus if a path of minimal regret presented itself, I’d always make an effort to take it.
A second later the phone was on my ear, a ringer connecting me to the recipient.
"Hey, babe? What’s up?" Jenna’s voice was a familiar sound to my ears, but this time around I felt it did little to flutter my heart.
Beautiful Jenna. Pleasant Jenna.
I had met her almost a year ago at a party hosted by a former peer. She’d been one of their close friends, and she had caught my eye. After a few weeks of chatting on the socials, I finally grew enough of a pair to ask her out. "An awaited eventuality," such had been her response to my request.
Needless to say, Jenna was a doll, one I’d intended to marry. The ring was purchased, scheduled for a proposal in but a month.
"Hey, Jenna. I know this is a bad time, but I don’t think what we have is going to work out. I’m sorry."
I truly thought I loved Jenna.
For a few moments I held the line, though no voice came from the other side. I hanged up, blocked her number, and deleted her account. I’d probably need a new number.
A coward’s exit, but I felt I cared little for the drama and pretences at care.
I grabbed the bags and brought them inside the apartment. Among them were clothes that smelled like the stores… unworn. I saw Syndie by the kitchen counter, but when she noticed my glance, she turned her head. I knew what she’d been doing, but I made no attempts at secrecy.
"You’ve quite a home here, Grund." She said, looking this way and that. It was no empty praise, admiration a loud echo in her voice and face both. "Clean too, though this kitchen seems a bit neglected."
I shrugged, "You know I’ve never been one for cooking."
Did she, though, I wondered. Eight years had passed since we last talked or saw each other, and I’d just turned 26 not too long ago. I had not truly grown with her after our teen years, and our familiarity was a thing of our early years.
Minus the bi-yearly family gatherings— which had long stop after our grandmother’s death
— she and I were basically strangers. Or at least, I knew little of her personal life.
"Fred did say that you like ordering out."
I perked up at her brother’s name. "Didn’t know that he talked about me much."
"Of course he talks about you, the two of you are practically brothers."
And wasn’t that the honest truth. Of all my relatives— siblings included— her brother was the only one I kept in touch with. We were basically inseparable, even going as far as majoring in similar fields.
He was also the only one who knew about our taboo.
Syndie turned her attention to my living room, a pleasant expression softening her face. "Though I admit I did ask much about you." She said those in a whisper, a soft flush pinking her cheeks.
An old emotion punched at my heart, though I was not too quick to acknowledge it. I pushed the bags forward, interrupting her watch of my paused gameplay.
"Should I take these to the guest bedroom, or do you plan on leaving immediately?" I kept my tone as neutral as I could manage.
The question snapped her out of her reminiscence, and a flash of worry and anxiety marred her face. "I was hoping for a stay, though I’d understand if doing so would inconvenience you."
The worst part was that there was truth in her tone. I didn’t act renewed— the lord knew this woman had already unmade my life. "It won’t." I admitted, and that brought relief to her expression. "How long do you plan on staying?"
I pulled my phone.
"For about a week."
That was a lie. Though I made no attempt to call her out on it. I merely hummed, navigated through my apps and opened my bank app.
"Do you still use your old account?"
Syndie nodded, then paused before her eyes widened in realisation, "Grund, you don—"
"Of course I don’t, but you’re family, and if there’s anything I can do to alleviate your worries, then I will." Her phone beeped, and she looked at it. I saw her eyes moisten, and I wondered if she’d continue to unmake me.
I never sacrificed for Jenna; my boundaries were absolute. She loved me for it. But with Syndie’s appearance, I crumbled immediately. I was already contemplating some really stupid things, building justifications and counters for accusations I knew I’d face soon.
Once more, I didn’t sigh.
"Come, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping." My cousin was quick to come beside me, her eyes moving all over the place.
"This really is a nice place, Grund." She repeated, and I could hear the fantasy in her tone. Jenna had the same tone, and a realisation was starting to come to me.
I squashed it dead and quick.
Reality never cared for dreams, or else I wouldn’t be a victim of taboo. Jenna would have to suffer this unfairness too, for such was life’s indifference.
"I’m set to move out of it soon." I informed her.
"Really? Why?"
"I want a big home, one fit to house a proper family."
I had one already purchased, in the towns way up north of the state. It was colder there, and the people were friendly too.
Syndie pushed against me, and I felt her lust. "How many kids do you want, Grund?" She asked in a tone that held promise…expectation? "You know our family has that twin-gene in us."
Hers did, and her brother was her twin. Fred had twins of his own, a one night stand gone wrong.
I pushed free of her— free of the rub of her ample allure against my arm. She didn’t resist my want for space, and I was relieved for it. I wondered if she cared about the dangers of such a union.
When we were young, she didn’t care. I didn’t too, but I was older now. I needed to research the chances, then pray to the Lord to lessen them further.
"I wanted three, but I’m willing to settle for two." I told her.
She hummed, as if thinking something over. "Two is such a small number. I wanted five, like my mother, but temperance, no." I glanced at her, but she was in her own mind. "There’s also the financial matter…"
We finally entered the guest room.
It was no grand place, devoid of much decor and luxury. I had thought about turning it into a gaming room once, but I didn’t want to seem too generic. I had neglected it since, and I had barely any friends or close peers to make use of it.
Jenna had tried to rework it, but then I had informed her of my intentions. She since acted like it didn’t exist.
"Rather spartan, isn’t it." Syndie wasn’t too disappointed. Her eyes drank the sight, brushing her fingers against the walls and bed covers. "Though I’d probably spice it up if you’re willing, make it a proper room for the kids."
I wondered if she remembered what she said in the kitchen.
"Like I said, I’m set to leave." I placed the two bags on the bed. "Probably in a month or three."
She turned to me, eyes alight with excitement, "So soon? Have you a home already purchased?" She squeaked, clapping her hands once.
I nodded, her excitement infectious. "A mansion up in Tuthar, with a pool and all. I’ve had some guys renovate it, make it nice and new again." My lips pulled up into a smile. "I’ll take you to see it in a week or so."
I was suddenly in a hug, one that warmed my heart and sent my blood rushing in equal measure. I wrapped my arms around her and simply enjoyed her warmth and the scent of her perfume.
When she pulled back, her half-lidded eyes were hungry. I could feel her hands run against my stomach, brushing against abs that weren’t truly there. "You’re always so good to me, Grund," she said, her cheeks flushed cherry and her plump lips shining with gloss. "I’d missed that about you."
She tiptoed, and I was quick to take her lips.
Our tongues clashed for a second, then ten. When the twentieth came, I had her against the wall, her legs around my hips. My hands roamed her rump, feeling nothing but the slick flesh of her vulva uncloaked beneath her black bodycon dress.
She shuddered at the touch and let out a weak moan. I felt again, the memories guiding my actions. Her moans turned louder, and my lips had moved to her neck.
Syndie trembled and panted as my glossed finger slithered against her clit hardened by lust. The love ramped up her sensitivity, and I doubted the ancient separation was any good to her.
By the minute mark, she suddenly went limp and fell into my chest. I suddenly felt the years on me, and I wondered if she was a stress eater.
Her heart beat twice as fast as mine, but after half a minute, she had calmed. I still held her, and soon she started trembling…sobbing. Whatever lust I had suddenly turned traitor, and I knew I was going to pay for it soon.
Carrying her to the bed, we sat— she laid on my lap and cried. She did so for three minutes, then started to apologise.
"I’m sorry, Grund." She whispered, and all I could do was comfort her. "I don’t know what came over me."
I said nothing, and continued with the comforting.
"Fred said you were poison. Said I was poison too, and that I’d never know happiness if I kept in touch." She turned, and her eyes were a bit swollen. "I didn’t believe him until he said you were getting married. He said you found a girl, a proper one that made you laugh like tomorrow was all sunshine."
Syndie turned again, and her hand reached for mine. I gave it to her. Reassuring.
"So I came to see for myself." She squeezed it, "Then I saw you, and I was a girl again. I remembered the days in the parks and movies and malls where you’d spoil me proper."
"We were young back then." I remembered. And I remembered more of the idiocy of adolescence. We’d fucked proper every chance we got, and continued still until Syndie went to varsity.
I thought that would change her. It didn’t.
"But Fred was a liar. You broke up with that slut right quick at my appearance, like a true gentleman."
In another life, I believed I was a real happy person, one who wasn’t crazily in love with his cousin. I wished I had that life.
But then again…
Reality was a heartless asshole, so I’d make do with this one. I leaned and kissed Syndie on her red hair. "Things would have never worked out between me and Jenna. You would have opposed it."
"I would have saved you, Grund. You don’t love that woman."
I looked out the window, where shouts and car horns blended with the white noise of city life. "No, I don’t."
When evening came, I was seated on my couch with the flicker of old games on the mounted screen. Another loss for the Leops, and that probably cost me five grand in bets. I wasn’t despairing though, not even a twinge of disappointment— I had close to 20 mil in crypto.
I was happy, and even the blue balls couldn’t dampen that fact. It was the deep kind, the kind that said this was what life was all about. It probably was, too…and rarer too to boot.
With how much everyone said it, you’d think the emotion was common. It wasn’t.
…I pushed back into the couch, shaking off the taint of my parents’ dishonest love life. Theirs was a true cancer, filled with fights, insults, and vendettas that persisted even after their separation.
Had I been a lesser person, I might have blamed them for my current situation. But this was just an unfortunate circumstance, and I blamed no one for it.
My phone trembled and I pulled up the message. It was the boys up Tuthar, the progress of their work and the updated schedule. I saw a future when I saw the house, one that every man hoped for when the mindless sex started to become cold and empty.
A quick twiddle of the fingers and I sent a response back.
I’d finally made my decision— though it hadn’t been something that caused much challenge to my heart. The chances were there but few. I was taking the plunge, and doing so with only hazy regrets.
Behind me, Syndie hummed a tune as she worked the pots, and the whole apartment smelled like old memories. My offer of ordering delivery had been met with rejection. She said she wanted to cook for me…said she enjoyed the tedium of it.
I wondered if she’d spent her time dreaming about being a housewife. I had certainly spent some time thinking about being a father, a proper one, not the trauma mine turned out to be.
"I’m done," came a sudden call from Syndie, and her voice sounded even more happy.
I yawned and stood, my bones popping softly. "You really didn’t need to go this far, babe," I told her, eyeing the steak, mashed potatoes, and asparagus she made for me. It looked delicious. "The restaurants here, they make good food."
Syndie was happy at the term of endearment. "You need a proper meal in you, one made of love and care." The kitchen counter had one of those seats that made for lazy romantic dinners. I sat opposite her. "These cold meals have turned you scrawny."
I laughed, old memories coming to me once more. I’d been chubby in my youth, and Syndie had been thinner. She’d have probably been a model in her early teens, but puberty had given her abundance.
"I jog now, in the mornings and evenings." I told her. "I also want to join a gym, give some true muscle to this body."
She frowned at me. "Real men don’t jog, Grund; they fuck hard so their health stays proper." She cut a piece of steak and fed it to me. "That girl of yours, she hadn’t been treating you right."
I ate the piece, and imagined. I knew her words were poison, but my god if they weren’t music. Syndie was a right slut too, so she’d probably keep it wet for me.
When I pulled out of my imagination, she had a pure smile on her lips. "I’m gonna treat you right, Grund." She leaned against the table and kissed me. "Like a king. Like Robert— a full stomach and an empty sack. I'd wear sexy lingerie for you too, so you’d have to carry me around the house when you fuck me."
Her voice wasn’t a tease or a purr. It was soft and melodious. Her words carried the genuine inflection of a promise… a vow. I wanted to jump her and breed her real quick.
I didn’t… I turned atlas. I wouldn’t last though, and she knew it. So I acted patient and smiled true at her. "You’ve got new clothes with you; I caught their scent when I was carrying your bags."
She flushed rose at the words, but she was quick to understand my want. "I’ll put them on for you, Grund. Model them for you too."
I hummed, cut a piece of the grilled plant and fed it to her. "No pants."
She nodded, "I don’t wear pants. I know you don’t like them."
I didn’t, especially on my women. Jenna said it was misogynistic, and hated it. She stopped wearing them though, but she just didn’t pull off the look well. Syndie did, probably because she was the sexy I wanted every woman to be.
We continued eating, taking turns looking into each other’s eyes. This was probably the most romantic I’d ever been— the most romance I’d ever felt. And the happiness I felt would kill me if it ever went away.
"Tell me how your life has been back home, babe. How’s the family?" I asked suddenly, kissing her hand as I did. It was soft and smooth…small too, and that made me realize it was I who’d changed.
"The family’s broken, Grund." She wiped her lips out with a napkin before continuing. "Everyone’s doing their own thing, and Uncle Ed is trying to claim all the businesses and properties. No one’s letting him though…"
I looked at her eyes as she talked, then her lips, neck, and her pale smooth skin still untouched by blemish. It flared at times, rose creeping up her cheeks as she saw my leer.
"What about you…How’d you fair?" I asked again.
"Good I suppose. I did some work at Yinko. It was real fun for a time, the money was good too, it lasted me up until five months ago after I’d quit."
My brows crinkled, "Why’d you quit?"
"It got dull…and lonely. The girls there were getting hitched and turning karen. Some went up the chain, sleeping with the upper brass to get there." She then turned proud, though there were hints of embarrassment. "I got some offers too, but I shut them down."
Something twisted inside me, the persistent corruption. In the old days, I’d broken the arm of some clown who got all flirty with her. That gave me a record, and it was only a misdemeanor because the guy got bought off.
That feeling was back, but I suppressed it and forced curiosity. "Why?"
"They weren’t you, Grund. Their hearts were sour…and hollow. They couldn’t make me feel the way you make me feel, and they couldn’t charm a skunk either." I chuckled at that, and her face melted. "I’d never betray you, Grund."
She kissed me again, and I wondered if she was as corrupted as me. She probably was, but Syndie didn’t have that rage in her, or else Jenna would be in a casket.
No, she was sweet…soft, like a woman ought to be.
I stood up, the meal barely finished. "I missed you, Syndie, and I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to take a shower, and then it’s back to the old days for you and me."
She turned giddy, and hastened to clean the mess in the kitchen. I watched her move, drinking in her petite form and loud curves. Without her hills, she was much shorter…and bouncier.
I’d feast on her real proper tonight, and the nights after. But before that, I was going to ask for an extension on my luck.
I took fifteen minutes in the bathroom, and I’d spent a third of that time in true prayer. The remaining time I spent in the shower, with water so scalding and my blood in fluctuation.
Then I was done, and I was ready for this moment I’d wanted since my eyes fell upon Syndie barely five hours ago.
Not even a day, and my plans for the future were scrapped. Useless. It was almost a joke, except I was living it— and I wasn’t laughing. Syndie had traveled across the country just to make sure I didn’t marry Jenna. She barely said a word in oppose, and I had crippled an innocent woman’s heart.
Now I was going to breed her, and all I could think about was how happy I’d be tomorrow with her in my arms. I’d probably breed her then too, and twice more for the missed jog.
I breathed and calmed my eagerness. This lust— this new virility— it’d make her words true, about the jogging, and how real men didn’t need it.
I laughed, then pushed the doors.
Perhaps Fred was right about us, we were poison. Except we were only a danger to everyone close to us.
The almost polar contrast in temperature caused steam to pour into my bedroom. I was hot as well, and steam wafted off me too. My eyes flickered around the room, expecting to find Syndie waiting for me in whatever salacious attire she’d chosen, but she wasn’t there.
I walked to the armchair facing the open door. Behind the chair was a mirror, and when I looked into it, I saw that I was flushed red from the heat I’d endured. I was shiny too, lean with little definition on my body.
She’d been right to call me scrawny— I was definitely a mild sight. I’d need to change that, and I’d do it her way too.
Half a minute later, she stepped into the room, and my brain went mush at the sight. I wondered if I’d ever called her angel...she definitely looked like one. She looked like pure sex too, and a hundred other things besides.
She’d an outfit on, a cheap mimicry of the one worn by cheerleaders. Though hers was shorter…much shorter. The loose top— which was red of colour and striped with white lines— barely covered her full breasts proper. I could see the pinkish under of her poked nips, and that did things to me.
Her skirt was worse, barely ten centimetres in length, and she’d missed out on spankies, so I saw her nice vulva. It was glossed from her touches, and I noticed she’d trimmed it for me, a patch of soft hair just above it…
Perhaps I should have dressed like a coach, and asked her to do the splits for me.
"Do you like it?" I almost missed her words. They were shaky, and soft. When I looked at her face, she had a shy smile on her lips.
I ought to have been shy too, being in the pure nude as I was. I wasn’t, instead I was calm, even as I stood at full mast. Syndie’s gaze instantly locked on to my crotch, and I knew she’d turned fanatic.
She held herself still, waiting for me to reach her. "You look beautiful," I told her, touching her cheek. It was soft and cool from her mild sheen. "More than that, even. The years have been good to you."
I bent and caught her lips in a moment of passion. It wasn’t a clash this time, I just enjoyed her taste, and she in turn did mine. I felt her delicate hands wrap around my manhood, and caress my glans. I shuddered and grunted, then the lust came with a vengeance.
With a push, Syndie fell on the bed…and sprawled. She squeaked when I grabbed her leg and lifted it. I kissed it, and trailed down with each smooch.
She moaned to the act, and furthered her other limb. Her vulva gaped from the light spread, and I saw her pink folds glossed from her eager. I could’ve taken her right there and thrusted her real proper.
But I was a gentleman, so I increased her sensitivity.
I went down, into her thighs, then folds, and her clit. My tongue flickered against it, and Syndie was all moans and shudders. She’d her hands to my hair, and she clenched it when the pleasure got too overwhelming. I knew her spots, and the love we shared made them thrice as sensitive.
I gave her the first spasm after a minute, and the next one after five. When the third came, I stood and lined myself between her thighs. She was still in her pleasure, her grey gaze half-lidded and drool on her plump lips.
I didn’t care, so I brushed my phallus between her slits. She squeaked at the contact, and I almost buckled from the pleasure. I wasn’t making it a minute inside her.
And that was a prophecy.
I brushed up, tapped against her clit with a wet smack, then took the plunge. She swallowed me up real proper, and she did so with a loud moan and a dazed look. I wasn’t any better, grunting at the warmth and tightness of her walls. They twitched too, pulsating as if to drain me.
I lifted her leg again, but this time I pressed it against my chest. Then I started thrusting. I was gentle too, like a lover ought to be. The memories took me full, and Syndie’s moans gained volume.
After thirty seconds, she was almost pushing against my thrusts. She squeaked more when I speared her spots, and I was captivated by the quiver of her breasts as I slapped hard against her rump.
Suddenly, her walls clamped up, and a loud moan succeeded the action. I managed four thrusts before I joined her, my sack forcing every drop into her womb. I groaned loud at the first ejection, the pleasure just so great, and then fell on her stomach at the second. She’d held me tight until I was empty, legs wrapped around my hips so I wouldn’t pull out.
We remained like that for a minute, and then my eager resurged inside her. "That wasn’t enough to satisfy me." I told her as I stood and slipped out of her warmth. "I hope you’re not tired."
She was all eager, "No, I’ll let you fuck me ‘til I don’t walk right no more." Her right hand snaked towards her crotch, then she spread it like a real slut, my seed dripping out of it. "You’ll fuck me right, won’t you Grund?"
Needless to say, I had her against the wall a minute later, and I was less gentle this time around. The jogging gave me stamina, so we went at it until close to midnight.
I could barely stand when it all ended, my muscles screaming and trembling. Syndie was passed out, her cunt stuffed and cherry. I decided there that I bring truth to her words.
Snuggling beside her, I joined her in slumber. I dreamed of our future together, with five kids. The mansion stood behind us, and we were all smiles and happiness. I wanted that future, and I knew the Lord wanted me to have it too.
I woke up to 200+ missed calls from an unknown caller, and three from Fred. Right then, I knew the Devil wouldn’t let me have my family without a fight.