Lucille

[Murlough]

This is just a story that I wrote in like an hour or so. Its not real AND ITS ONLY A MADE UP STORY. I welcome all feedback good or bad so tell me waht you guys think. sorry if its a bit boring at the start, but it will pick up i promise.




He had waited most of his life for this day and it was finally here. A thousand scenerios flew through his mind as he thought about what to say to her first. He was excited and nervous but he was good at hiding his emotions. He had to play it cool or he feared he would scare her off and he would be all alone once again.
He remembered the last time he had seen her. He was just seven years old, she was six. They had lived with their mother and his step-father, which happened to be Lucille's biological father, in the lower class side of town. He remembers there weren't many children to play with in the neighborhood because most of the parents there had either given up their children for adoption, or had social services take them and therefore he and Lucille had grown quite close to one another. He also recalled his mother and step-father had a rocky relationship and would often get into a physical arguments and he and Lucille would often sleep in the same bed together to protect eachother if anything should happen to them.
One morning he and Lucille were playing with their toys in the front yard of their house when he heard his parent yelling. It was surely enough for the whole neighborhood to hear but still he pretended not to. At that moment he heard the front door slam open and his drunken step-father stormed his way over to the children, grabbed Lucille by the hand and marched over to his truck. His mother rushed out of the house and begged for him to come back with her daughter but her plea fell on deaf ears. His father then shoved Lucille in to the truck and sped away down the road. It was the last time he had ever seen his little sister.
But today is the end of that streak. Thanks to the social sites on the internet he had relocated Lucille and after a just a month of sending eachother emails she had agreed to fly down to Vancouver from Toroto to visit him for 2 weeks. He was 27 years old now yet for some reason he felt like a young boy again trapped in this old man's body. His hands were shaking with excitement and he tried to control them. He was waiting in the Arrival Lobby and all that nervousness may make it seem like he's up to something no good. He looked down at his dress suit and wondered if it was a bit much for such an occasion? Did his collar shirt and neck tie match a little too much to make him seem gay? Did his shoes need a bit more polishing or a little less?
"Simon?" A woman's voice asked.
He looked up and saw a blonde haired woman with the most stunning blue eyes he had ever seen. Her skin was light and she wore a rather revealing light pink V-neck that was probably two sizes too small and showed off her 36CC chest. A black skirt and panty hose matched with her 2 inch black high heels. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"Yes. Lucille?" His eyes were fixed on hers. He had never seen a shade of blue more beautiful than hers.
She smiled a gorgeous smile and replied 'Yes'.
They loaded up her luggage in his Audi and began to drive down the highway into the city. They got right down into conversation about childhood and how they were doing now. But in the back of Simon's mind all he could think about was all the nasty things he would like to do with her. He caught himself several times peaking over at her skirt, how her long legs ran under it and he imagined what else would be under there. He was a man, he told himself, a man with needs. Lucy was only his half sister so these thoughts were safe to be only just thoughts. If she had been his full sister, he would probably think of himself as a sick man, turn the car around and drop her off at the airport. But she was only his half and this kept him rattled down for the car ride to his home.
Simon's original plan for the night was to let Lucy rest from the plane ride, have dinner and perhaps watch a movie on the TV. But that was before he had seen what he was dealing with. He hadn't ever bothered to ask his sister for a photo through emails because he didn't want her to be offended some how and possibly stop communication with him. Now he wishes he had. His huge porn collection on his laptop seemed like such trash compared to his sister. One of her photos would have been one of the most fulfilling wanks he would ever have in his lifetime. As they loaded her luggage into the spare room from the car he had made up for her he thought to hell with the previous plan. He wanted fun tonight. Fun with her. Weather Lucille was willing or not, he was going to have some fun with her.
Lucille had claimed she was tired and wanted to have a short nap and Simon was OK with that. He quickly left the room and went straight to his, closing the door behind him. He thought about having a wank but he decided to keep himself 'ready' for tonight instead. He knew how he would play out this one. He had once seen it on a porno he downloaded once except in that rape fantasy the pair werent related to his knowlege. Funny. The more he thought about being related to Lucille, the more sexually aroused he became.
'Save yourself, Simon.' He thought.
He left his room and walked down the hall over to the kitchen. His house was rather small. But he didn't have any friends to show it off to so he didn't really mind. After Lucy had left, he became quite isolated and depressed. When he graduated high school he didn't get to celebrate because he wasn't invited into any parties. Even at his job, in his little cubical, Simon didn't make any friends. Friends were overrated to him. He had a sister now to keep him company and he wouldn't let her leave his life ever again. Not that easy anyway.
He had always kept bottles of red wine in the house because he never had plans on the weekend so instead he would sit at home and get drunk watching lesbian porn all night until he passed out. It became ritual, and he was fine with that. He retrieved two wine glasses from the cabinet and placed them on the coffee table in the livingroom. He went back to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed some strawberries and cheese, and after washing off the fruit, he arranged them on a serving plate and placed it next to the wine glasses on the table. He picked a bottle of red wine and sat down on the sofa in front of the table.
'She has to be a whore. What virgin would show off her tits like that when meeting her brother?' He thought as he stared at his arrangement on the table.
'She's gotta be an easy whore. I probably won't even need to get her drunk to fuck her. She would probably welcome my cock in her pussy anyday of the year. How will we perform this, Simon? Fuck her til your nuts drain dry?' Simon thought about unveiling her 36CC tits and fucking her as hard as he could to watch them bounce back and forth. One of the things he mostly got off to watching porn. He wondered if her pussy was shaved, or left in the 70's, or were her pubes shaven into some design like a heart or landing strip. All that thought had gave him an erection. How badly he wanted to release himself...
'What's all this, Simon?' Lucy's voice giggled as she walked into the living room. Her clothes were still the same as before to Simon's pleasure.
'Well, Sis, I thought we would make a toast to our reunion. Today marks a very special day in our lives.' Simon smiled. He hoped that sounded legit enough to get the bitch hammered.
'Sure' Lucille walked over and sat next to Simon as he poured the red wine into the two glasses.
'To us!' Simon toasted.
'To us!' Lucy giggled again.
The both took a drink and placed the glasses on their laps. Lucy turned to her her brother and said in a shy voice, 'So, Simon? What has become of our mother?' She said it in a tone that she thought wouldnt offend him.
'Um, Mother?' He said pretending to recall back to his memory but really he was saying it because he wanted to indulge more on the fact they shared a mother. 'Uh, when I was 16 she was arrested for drug trafficking charges. When she got out, I didn't bother to talk to her again. I decided that I wanted to live my own life and I've been living on my own ever since. I'm sorry, I do not know what had become of her.' He was lying through his teeth. The truth was his mother had died of an overdose when he was 15 but Simon didn't have the heart to admit it to anyone just yet.
The both took another drink of wine and Simon asked her why hasnt she married yet.
'Just no one out there for me, I suppose. But I'm doing alright, I don't need a man to make me happy.' She answered.
Simon could make her happy, he thought. He pictured her belly pregnant with his child and a ring on her finger. But that was foolish. He knew he could only have her once, and hopefully he wouldn't get her pregnant or else she would find out what he had done and she would for sure leave Simon alone. He had to play his cards just right.
After a few more drinks of wine, the world began spinning for Lucy. Simon slowed down his in take after the first and barely even touched his second. Lucy's mind loosened up and she was babbling away, useless subject after useless subject. Simon knew this was what he had asked for when he decided to get a woman drunk. They can never shut the fuck up. But yet he kept pouring her more and more wine until Lucy claimed that she should have enough of it.
'Feeling sick, sweetie?' Simon comforted her.
'Well, you know, I shouldn't because I don't want to look like a fool in the morning if I throw up tonight or anything' She slurred.

Simon laughed, 'Nothing to worry about, Lucille. Big brother is here to take care of you.'

[HoldenW]

This is interesting. Hope you write more for it!

P.S
First thought that came to my mind was "Jeez, at least she gets outta Toronto..."