Chapter 1

What website was this? Why were her friends always looking at dirty websites? Nineteen-year-old Kayla sighed inwardly before clicking on the link in the email from her best friend. Okay, well. She’d make an account, read a couple soft-core stories she could discuss with her friends at work, and never look at the website again if she didn’t want to. (She might. Everyone gets needy sometimes.)

StoriesOnline. Hm. It seemed like an innocent, innocuous enough name, but when she logged in most of the stories that were recently uploaded did have a sexual themes and sexual content. As she scrolled, the tags got more colourful. Cuckold, wife-swapping, incest, light bondage ... there was more. Out of sheer fascination, she selected a few choice stories and began to read.

The second story she read, which was a little longer than the one-shot she’d just finished, was an incest story. As she read, she was reminded of her sibling, which unsettled her somewhat; his name was Tony, and he was sixteen. He’d played on the football team the last year, and had filled out pretty nicely—she’d noticed that. Oh, god, why had she noticed that? Did she find his body attractive? Dark chocolate eyes, tanned skin, burgeoning muscles—she HAD noticed! Did it mean... ? Could she ... no. Certainly not. She wouldn’t entertain the thought. Giving up on the other literary selections she’d made, Kayla selected the author’s profile and scrolled, looking for any story with brother-sister incest, and from the looks of it, there were more than a few. Many stories were tagged with ‘pregnancy’ including the incest tag. People really wrote about ... THAT ... happening?

Leaning closer to the screen, Kayla jumped when there was a light knock at her door. Quickly, guiltily, she closed the window and put her computer on sleep. Inevitably, it would be her family knocking. No one else was really around the house in quarantine. Did she want them to see that she’d been reading dirty stories? No, not at all!

‘Come in,’ she called.

It was Tony. He was in his running clothes and had put a sweat band under his hair, which went nearly to his shoulders in brown waves. ‘Hey,’ he said. ‘Are you nearly ready?’ he frowned, his eyes looking her up and down. ‘Uh, you’re not dressed to run. Aren’t we going?’

‘Yeah, oh.’ Kayla put a hand to her temple. ‘I’m sorry. I forgot. I’ll just change now and be out in a minute, okay?’

‘Okay.’ He smiled and closed the door behind him, while she scrambled to change her clothes. Loose black running shorts, which were short but modest. An old camp shirt from when she’d been about his age, which was small and had been washed to a soft white consistency. It clung to her body but was still comfortable to wear. She put her light brown hair up with a green scrunchy. Then socks and runners, and she met Tony at the back door. They put their headphones on and switched the music on—they ran to the same playlist on the same trail, together, like always—and headed out. It was a cooler day, which was pleasant for a run.

The deal had been this: Kayla would run with Tony if he then also agreed to do yoga with her afterwards. Running every two days. Yoga once a day. And they’d done it for over a year. It was nice activity to do together. You didn’t even need to think of anything to say.

She ran behind him today. While his shorts weren’t at all tight, as he ran, she could see the nice muscles in his upper thighs and—okay, she admitted it. She was looking at his ass. Could she imagine herself touching him that way? Putting her hands on his ass?

He was taller than her already. People often thought they were fraternal twins, since Tony always seemed so physically mature for his age. But no—her baby brother had just sprouted into a big, burly man.