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This story is a sequel to “Break in the Clouds”. If you haven’t read that, you won’t necessarily be lost, but you’ll find a much more profound appreciation for the characters.
I’m writing pretty slowly, so I decided to release this story in chapters as they finish. I hope everyone enjoys my attempt at writing drama. If not, feel free to shit talk in the comments!
As always, I LOVE hearing from you guys and all of your opinions and theories. Anyway, on with the story!
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“Zoe! PLEASE! Can you just leave him for one weekend?! I…look, I never see you anymore.”
“I was just with you the other day! Can you kinda give me some space to live my own life?? DAMN!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What happened to you? Dad would be…”
“Oh fuck off…go suck dad’s dick some more. Always the favorite…don’t play like we are, in anyway, equal. That’s all I hear from mom and dad… ‘oH LiAm, YoU’rE tHe GrEaTeSt! WhY cAn’T yOuR sIsTeR bE LikE yOu?!’…So don’t give me that horseshit.”
“What?…They have never…” I was at a loss for words.
“Don’t you give me that look. Just, fucking don’t…”
“Please. You’re my baby sister. I love you…” I could barely get out in a whisper.
“HALF! Half sister. Don’t even try to guilt trip me. You know what? Fuck this. I’m staying at Tyler’s.” Zoe made her way to the front door.
“Zoe!”
“Bye…” she slammed the door behind her. The front hallway was dead silent. The sudden loss of sound was louder than anything I’ve ever heard.
“Zoe…” I felt myself reach out to her, hoping to touch her through the solid wood door.
My favorite person in the world, my baby sister. I felt so detached from her now. This was something I couldn’t explain. What the fuck happened?
That mother fucker…
“Tyler…”
It had to be him. I never trusted him. Ever since she started seeing him…
“God dammit!” I slammed my fist against the door.
“Hey! Liam, what’s going on??” My dad asked from the back door, across the open living room.
I turned around and I knew I couldn’t hide anything from him. My dad had me down pat, like he was some omniscient being.
I could feel my face turning beet red. Was it anger? Embarrassment?
I sighed. “I’m worried about Zoe. I don’t like that fuckstick she’s with.”
“Liam! Really??” I heard my mom’s voice from behind dad.
I cringed a bit. Oops.
“My love…it’s okay.” My dad smiled at her, wrapping his arm around her. “Liam was just telling me how much he cares for his sister and is worried about her, is all.”
I couldn’t keep the relieved expression from showing on my face. Dad just winked at me, then gave me a more serious expression.
“Son. Is there something you feel you need to tell us?” He then asked, delicately.
“Well. I mean…I don’t know. I just miss her.” I sulked, turning my gaze to the floor.
I felt hands on my neck and shoulders. My mom and dad were holding me, trying their best to give me some sort of comfort. God, I loved them.
“Kayla, honey. Will you call Chloe for me? I think it’d be best if she was here for this, seeing as Zoe is involved.” My dad said.
“Of course.” She whispered in his ear and gave him a quick kiss before she skipped away down the hall to their bedroom.
“Dad…” I sighed. “I’m gonna go take a nap.”
“You sure you’re okay?” He said with his massive hand still palming my neck, reassuringly.
I gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Thanks.”
I walked to my room at the far end of our mansion sized bardominium. I chuckled, thinking about the expansive layout. My dad was a genius when it came to designing our house.
He always said his inspiration for the house was based on family gatherings and seclusion from the outside world. The exterior styling was based on modern barn homes. The inside, however, was adorned with high quality natural materials: stones and woods. Everywhere you walked, you felt connected to the earth.
He promised all of us that there was no expectation for his kids to ever be forced to leave at any time. My dad was a sucker for loving his big family and spoiling us when he could.
He had told us that if we wanted to raise our kids and grandkids here, we were encouraged to do so. There was certainly enough space for me and all of my siblings to raise big families.
I flopped down on my bed and put on my noise canceling over-ear headphones. I considered myself an audiophile and desired the best sound in my music. It seemed to put my mind at ease as I escaped into my own world.
I drowned myself under the ethereal sounds of Tool’s best album, “10,000 Days.”
I guess now’s a good time to catch you up with the family’s life, going back since my father first told our story over twenty years ago.
I, Liam, am twenty one years old. My father’s name is Adam and my mother’s name is Kayla. Chloe, gave birth to my half sister, Zoe. And Evelyn gave birth to my twin half-sisters, Emma and Sophia. All my siblings and I have mudurnu escort the same dad.
I was the oldest over Emma and Sophia by a couple of weeks. And Zoe was the youngest by a few months.
My parents were very truthful to us during our upbringing about their love life. There were no secrets as far as I could tell. My father was symbolically married to Chloe, Kayla, and Evelyn.
They all shared the same bed every night. Emma, Sophia, Chloe and I were raised to respect and be accepting of their living situation.
They taught us that love can conquer anything, if powerful enough. That even includes the difficult trials and tribulations of having an intimate relationship and child with your sibling. Specifically speaking, Chloe is my dad’s younger sister. What’s fun is, Kayla and Evelyn are twin sisters too.
All three women were treated just like equal mothers. We even called them as such. They each took equal part in raising us together as their very own.
I absolutely loved our family. The bond we all had seemed so inseparable and true. So genuine. We worked very well as one cohesive unit.
As I said, our home was built to be more than large enough to handle all of us comfortably, plus any possible grandchildren we would bring into the world. My father was adamant that his children were guaranteed every possible chance of living under his roof for as long as we desired.
Living out in the vast country side, we felt like we were in our own little world, isolated from everyone. Our land was beautiful and peaceful, an absolute oasis. We even grew most of our own food on our private farm.
My dad took a lot of his money he made from his automotive performance shop, and invested it wisely. His wealth exploded exponentially and guaranteed we were set for life.
Being the giver that dad was, my mother, Kayla, worked alongside Chloe to ensure he didn’t spoil us. My father was an absolute enforcer of values and life practices, but he was very prone to shower us with gifts a little too easily.
Evelyn was very close with him in that respect. She could very much be an angel with her care and love for us. But holy shit, she could be absolutely demonic if she felt you were being sorely disrespectful.
My revery was broken when light beamed through my room, right as Tool’s “Rosetta Stoned” concluded its finale. I took off my headphones and looked to see Emma peaking through the door into my room.
“Hey.” She whispered.
“Hey. Come bunk up.” I said as I moved to allow her some room on the bed.
She quickly shuffled her feet across the floor and slipped in under the covers with me. It only took her half a second before she snuggled up to me and wrapped her arms tightly around my torso.
“What’s eatin’ you?” She asked as we met eye to eye.
“That obvious?” I sighed.
“Mmm. Well…yeah. Is it Zoe?”
“God dammit. Really?” I sighed.
“Hey, chill. It’s me. If you think you can hide from me, you’re an idiot.”
She rubbed her nose on my eyelid, giggling. “So go ahead…spill it.”
I grunted heavily in her face. She giggled again as the air I exhaled tickled her lips.
“Alright. Yes. It’s Zoe. I…I can’t get her out of my head. I can’t stop worrying about her. And that fucking asshole she’s with…I want to fucking kill him.” I started growling with a deep rumble.
“Jesus…ooookay caaaalllm down.” Emma whispered in her signature silky tone while scratching behind my ear. God, that did wonders.
“Sorry. Em, something has changed in her. She is…mean and careless now. She acts like we never had a bond. And I think it’s from being with him. It all started the same time they became a couple.”
“I don’t really love they guy, but Tyler didn’t seem that bad. Maybe she is just missing out on being around people other than our family. I mean we are in our own little bubble out here, kinda.” She kept scratching behind my ear.
“No offense, Em…but I feel like you’re oblivious to it. You seem to see only the good in people. Which, by the way, is what makes you so amazing. But still.”
She smiled wide at my compliment, and brushing off any of the negativity I voiced.
“Hmmm. Well what ‘I’ see is…you love her.”
“Well no shit. I love our whole fam….”
“Nope!” She cut me off and booped my nose with her finger. “Not what I meant.”
She just stared into my eyes, smiling.
“Umm.” I choked.
“You. Love. Her….Zoe. You’re in love with her.” She chirped brightly.
I just stared at her with eyes wide open, frozen.
She laughed her sweet laugh in my face. “Look. No matter how close we all are, even DAD can see how bonded you two especially are. That’s how obvious it is. I love dad to death, but he can be so blind sometimes. So yeah, if HE knows, you don’t think I, or especially Sophia, would’ve noticed ages ago?”
“Fuck…”
She squeezed her arms around me and reached up to kiss my forehead tenderly.
“Love you, you little butt plug.”
I chuckled pretty hard. muğla escort She always had stupid names for everyone.
“What do I do? I can’t just tell her. She’d resent me forever. And she’s got a boyfriend!”
“So?”
“SO!?…” I challenged.
“Mhmm. Who cares? She’s our blood. Talk to her.”
“Emma.”
“Shut that shit down. Don’t give me that. And don’t be a pussy. You’re not a fuckin’ pussy, are you?”
“Wow. You’re starting to sound like Mom.”
“I have my moments. Always had a soft spot for Momma Kay.” She said, smiling.
“Well she’s with Tyler again tonight. I’ll just wait until she comes home. Hopefully tomorrow.”
“Good. Proud of you.” She winked.
“Where’s Sophia, by the way?” I asked.
“Oh. She’s still out with mom and Chloe. Since dad called though, they cut their shopping short. So they’ll be back soon I think.”
“Mm. Okay. Well I’m gonna catch some sleep I guess. I’m wiped out from my workout with dad earlier today.”
“You mind if I stay?” She snuggled into my grasp.
“Not at all.” I sighed happily. “Thank you. You being here helps. I love you so much.” I whispered into her hair.
She mewled a little before snuggling her face into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her more tightly and before I knew it, everything faded away.
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It was early morning when I found myself swimming laps in our large pool. I had a fitful sleep last night and just couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of loss.
The only way for me to stop brooding about Zoe was to completely exhaust myself, physically. My mom said I was just like my dad in that regard.
After feeling a huge rush of blood to all of my working muscles, I thrived under the feeling that I was punishing my body…in a good way of course. I loved the challenges of crazy hard workouts.
I was nowhere near as large or intimidating as my father, but I liked to consider myself quite fit and chiseled. It was because of my dad that health and fitness are such a huge part of my life.
Everyone always told me how similar I was to my dad. I was essentially his “mini-me”. We carried a lot of the same genetics, but as my parents were now in their mid fifties, all of my dad’s head hair disappeared.
I remember when I was young, Chloe gave my dad haircuts all the time and his hair was so thick. Now-a-days, dad had his head cleanly shaved bald and grew out a full, thick beard. My dad literally looked like Kratos from God of War. I, on the other hand, had my hair grown out and face clean shaven.
“HEEYY!!!!!”
“FUCK!” I screeched.
Enormous laughter erupted from behind me, as I nearly shit myself.
“What the fuck, Sophia?!”
“Knew I’d get ya.” She smirked. “Want company? You look pensive.”
“Hop on in.”
“Me too!” Emma yelled from the back door.
The twins looked almost identical to their mother, Evelyn, who in turn looked like Kayla. Emma and Sophia were endowed with natural bright blonde wavy hair and sprinkled heavily with faint, light colored freckles everywhere the eye could see.
They both stripped off their oversized t-shirts and stepped out of their boy shorts to reveal their identical black string bikinis. They both looked fantastic in their slim, petite five foot bodies, with their slightly tanned skin glistening in the hot sun.
I always admired how well each of my family members took care of their health, and Emma and Sophia were no exception. They worked out heavily enough to have built beautifully rounded asses and leg muscles. They certainly never skipped leg day. Their abs even showed soft outlines underneath their thin layer of fat.
I marveled at their hard work having paid off.
“You can always take a picture, Liam.” Emma quipped.
I just grinned. “Sorry. Hard not to look.”
“Sweet talkin’ stud, you are.” Sophia added, raising her eyebrows.
They both jumped in the pool and waded over to me.
“So. Em says you’ve got girl trouble…” Sophia said with a questioning eyebrow raise.
I sighed heavily. “Do we REALLY need to talk about this now?”
“Hey I’m just worried about you. We both are, honestly. We want to help.” Sophia said, as Emma hopped on her back for a piggy back ride.
They both stared at me with knowing smiles, while they leaned their heads together.
“You two are fuckin’ ridiculous, you know that?” I chuckled.
“We know.” They both said in unison, bearing huge grins.
A smile escaped my previously cold expression. The twins’ energy was infectious.
“Mmmmm there he is!” Sophia chuckled.
I laid my head back in the water and began trying to float on my back, swimming away from them slowly.
“Can we just chill outside and enjoy this stupidly amazing weather and not bring up my problems right now?!” I yelled out straight up into the bright sky.
My ears were submerged under the water, blotting out much of the ambient noise. My eyes were closed, letting the bright sun light up my eye lids. I felt muratpaşa escort at peace for the first time in a while.
My senses were only focused on the rippling water that was supporting my weight and cooling my skin, and the UV rays warming my exposed front half. I took a deep breath and felt my mind ease away. Through the water I felt like I heard muffled voices.
I opened my eyes to see Zoe staring down at me. I gasped and quickly stood before her. Her eyes were pouring tears. The redness looked like she had been crying for hours.
“Zo…” I started.
“No.” She pressed her soft fingers to my lips. “Please, no more.” She trembled.
My mouth was moving, but I couldn’t utter a sound. She looked so broken. So sad.
Zoe brought her hands up to my face. Her fingers explored my lips so gently, her eyes showing awe at what she was doing. I kissed two fingers on her right hand and she gasped lightly.
“Liam…”
I sensed she wouldn’t want me to ruin her moment. I stayed silent and stared into her bright green eyes. Catching the angle of the afternoon sun, her irises looked like lush green jungle foliage with the sun’s rays bursting through the canopy of trees. There was so much layered texture in the deep green fibers that interlaced with the brighter shades. A true natural beauty.
Her hands traveled down my torso to rest her gentle finger tips on my lower abs.
“Please?” Zoe gently whispered, almost like she was afraid.
My breathing accelerated with deep inhalations. She took that as a yes. Her right hand snaked it’s way into my board shorts and she lightly gripped my rapidly awakening cock.
“Oh…fuck.” I gasped quietly.
I gripped her head and pulled her into a deep kiss. Her lips were unbelievably soft. The feeling of mine melding with hers was breathtaking.
After being lip locked for a few minutes and her stroking my shaft, I leaned back sharply. The overwhelming eruption was imminent.
“I should’ve listened to you. I’m so sorry. Cum for me, baby.” How she could pull off looking sultry and sad at the same time was mind boggling.
I looked into Zoe’s eyes, they looked desperate with desire. The way she bit the corner of her lower lip. She was oozing with sex appeal.
I felt the pressure build in my balls and my cock was aching for release. Just as I pulled her forehead to mine…I could hear her whispers in my ears.
“Liam.”
“Oh god.” I sighed.
“Liam!” I heard two separate cries in unison in my head, like a stereo. Wait…what?
“LIAM!”
I jolted awake, hard. My eyes flew open to see Emma and Sophia standing on either side of me, staring down into my eyes. Sophia had a huge smile on her face while Emma looked flustered with flushed cheeks.
“Looks like there’s a shark swimming in the pool. Look at the size of that dorsal fin.” Sophia winked while pointing downward.
I was apparently sporting a huge erection under my board shorts. I panicked and dunked myself under the water, a lot of good that would do.
“What the fuuuuuuuck?” I groaned after emerging again.
“Had a good dream?” Emma sighed softly. She was biting her lower lip and breathing heavily.
Sophia turned to her with raised eyebrows. Emma suddenly realized we were both staring at her and her cheeks turned bright red. She had done a fantastic job of unintentionally pulling the attention to herself.
I just shook my head. “God damnit. I’m sorry guys.”
They both giggled as Emma’s blush subsided. At that moment the back door to the pool area opened, and my eyes snapped to attention.
“Hey guys.” Zoe said nonchalantly.
I stammered for a couple seconds before getting the balls to speak up.
“Ygh…” I cleared my throat. “You gonna join us?” I nearly yelled. The twins both raised their eyebrows at me with questioning smiles. I was cringing at my behavior. I think they were too.
“Yeah sure.” She chirped happily.
Seconds later, she drew her loose fitting tee shirt over hear head and stepped out of her barely-there jean shorts. Revealed beneath was the most impeccable tribute to perfection I have ever seen.
Her large breasts were giving her slim bikini top a run for its money. Each breast looked like you’d need two hands to tame them properly. Her thick, muscular thighs were practically swallowing the front piece of fabric which was hardly to be considered family friendly. There was no such thing as thigh gap when it came to Zoe.
She turned around to pick up her shorts and put them on the lawn chair. Her ass. Oh my god, her ass. Leg day three days a week had certainly paid off over the years. Heavily developed muscle with the perfect amount of soft jiggle and not a single dimple of cellulite, I could’ve sworn I could jump into her ass crack and get lost for years.
Zoe finally got herself situated and started walking slowly down the steps in the pool to join us. Her creamy white skin practically glowed from the sun’s reflection off the rippling pool surface.
She wasn’t heavily freckled like the rest of the females in my family. Instead she had small dark freckles of various sizes sporadically placed around her body. It’s like whoever designed her in the womb, had strategically and tastefully placed little tiny dots to draw your attention to her most precious curves and swells of flesh.
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