Thread: Chrissy's writing sample / incest story intro

Hey! I decided that since I'm new to the forum I'd post something that could act as a writing sample. To that end I've written up what could be the start of an incest plot . So far it doesn't actually go as far as reaching the'main events' of the story and is more of a introduction, but I may decide to continue later if the moods takes me. Also, I have written this in first person just to practice doing so. Normally I RP in third person As I may continue this later, please do not post here. Anyway, here we go! Page One Pervert! I shouted as I shoved the door to my brothers bedroom open. His head whipped round to face me in shock, and that was when I threw it. I couldnt have hoped for a better shot. The soggy paper towel sailed through the air and hit him smack in the middle of the face with a wet sounding splat. The aim was pure luck, but that didnt make my brothers shocked reaction or the way the sodden paper stuck to his face any less satisfying. Really? he grumbled as while wiping the remnants of tissue off his face, throwing the mushy mass into the nearby bin. Using my own tricks against me? If I remember rightly, you complained to mum about this so much that she said anyone doing it would be grounded. That was true. Back when we had been kids, my brother used to torment me this way. Hed get a tissue, run it under the tap until it was just a soggy mush, then throw it at me. It was the perfect sibling-safe projectile. Too sort to hurt, heavy enough to throw accurately, and supremely annoying to be hit by. You deserved it, and anyway, Im sixteen now, mum cant exactly ground me any more I snapped back at him. The snort of derision that came from my brother showed that he didnt agree with at least one of those statements. Please, Im nineteen he scoffed and if mum told me that I was grounded, you can bet your ass shed find one way or other to make me stay inside. I dont think youd do any better. Getting back to the topic at hand, he motioned to the bin, and the discarded soggy tissue. So, care to explain exactly why you decided to barge into my room and assault me, or are we just going to assume this is a declaration of war that will be met with retaliation? He questioned, still sounding perfectly at ease. Being three years older than me, he still thought that he could win any argument or contest. Unfortunately, he usually could. Because, youre a pervert! I repeated hotly, then held up a piece of paper towards him. Freddy stared at it, but obviously couldnt read it from where he was sitting, as he crossed the room and snatched it from my hand. What is this supposed to. He started to question, but suddenly went quiet. That is a screenshot of my internet history, between the times that you borrowed my laptop today. I informed him, aware that I was sounding sanctimonious. Right now, I had the moral high ground, and I wanted to make sure he knew it. Ah, well, that is unfortunate he admitted, actually managing to sound nonchalant as his eyed scanned the page more. He even seemed to visibly relax a little. Although, I did think that Id deleted it. Oh well, whoops. I dont see why its a big deal though. You deleted the history from yesterday, not today I snapped. I was trying to find a website I was on, when I noticed it was all missing, and then when I looked at todays I couldnt help but shudder. Three hours?! I blurted out How the hell can anybody watch porn nonstop for three hours. Tone growing darker, I almost growled And its a big deal because I let you borrow my laptop. You told me you had some work to do. How the hell can I use it now knowing that you were touching yourself, then put your dirty hands back all over it? Thats just gross! Smirking he just quipped Press shift five times, thatll turn sticky keys off. The mental image that conjured actually made me gag, and in retaliation I punched Freddys arm, hard. Ow he said sarcastically, deliberately not reacting much. From the colour going to his cheeks I knew it had hurt a little though. Good, I wanted it to. Okay, so youve paper-bombed me, punched me, and called me a pervert twice. Are we even now? he asked dryly. Ill even apologise. Going down on one knee dramatically and placing one hand over his heart my brother promised Katherine Jenkins, I, your dear and darling brother Frederick, hereby apologise for using your laptop to look at a substantial amount of porn. I also assure you that I will not do it again. He was mocking me, and I knew it, but it was hard to be angry at him when he got like this. His sense of humour had always been disarming. To me, at least. It drove our mother crazy at times. Reaching out, I gave him a shove to the side. Kneeling as he was, the slight push was enough to make him topple over to one side, collapsing into an untidy heap. Whatever, loser I shot back at him, but a lot of the fire was gone from my voice. And no, you wont do it again, because thats the last time you ever use my laptop. Turning, I walked out of Freddys room, closing the door behind me. Muffled by the barrier, I heard him call out Kat? Dont forget to delete the history. If mum or day borrows the laptop, theyll think it was you being a pervert, not me. And uh can we agree not to tell them about this? Freddy was right, on occasion my parents did borrow it, because it was the only laptop in the house. They used a static desktop computer, which of course was no good if they needed it somewhere other than the office. They had paid for half of my laptop in the first place in exchange for occasionally borrowing it. Mum and Dad finding this and blaming me would be exactly the type of thing that Freddy would probably find hilarious though, so why had he warned me about this? Deciding to let him sweat it out for a bit, I didnt reply about telling our parents. Initially I had planned to, out of spite and anger, but the more I thought about it the less I found I wanted to. I didnt gain anything from it, and it wasnt such a serious issue that my brother would actually face any real repercussions just a very uncomfortable conversation. That seemed strange thinking back. Freddy had seemed worried when I initially revealed my discovery, but then had quickly relaxed and started joking his way out of the situation. Something about the whole exchange just didnt seem right. Aside from the obvious queasy-making point. As I walked back to my bedroom and decided how to best go about the task of giving my laptop a thorough deep cleaning, it snapped into place. There was something worse than just porn in the internet history, and Freddy had admitted to the lesser of his crimes to distract me even going to so far as to prompt me to destroy all future evidence. Not entirely satisfied with just a scolding and a punch on the arm, yet not angry enough to go to our parents about this, I decided that I would have to do some snooping. after an appointment with several cleaning products and a pair of rubber gloves.