My World: An Introduction [sister/brothers/daddy/daughter/taboo]

**From the outside, the Kincaids might seem like any other normal family. However, they are far from it. In fact, they share a family tradition that most would consider as shameful as sin itself…**

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I found Vanilla up in his room, where I knew he’d be. It was the morning after his 18th birthday, which marked his time to become a man. But that wasn’t going to happen. Because mom had disappeared two months earlier, so she couldn’t go through with our family tradition.

As the youngest in the family, Vanilla took it the hardest. He had a special bond with mom, even though we all knew she was one strike away from going outright insane. He was the only one that truly understood her.

So it didn’t surprise me that he started regressing when he realized she wasn’t coming back. Except for dad, he was more hopeful and confident about her return than any of us. But if he kept on hiding away, Tattoo was only going to make life harder for him.

On the morning he turned eighteen, Vanilla became like an empty fucking shell. And there was no way I could just stand by and let it happen.

“Hey, sweetie.” I used my pet name for my little brother as I closed his bedroom door behind me. “You okay?”

It seemed like such a pointless question, but I had to say something. Tattoo had his own way of dealing, and so did Archer. They were older and more experienced with life’s disappointments. They also accepted our mother was gone long before her body left us.

As for me, I coped for the sake of coping.

I had to.

My dad and brothers needed me to be strong.

To be the new woman of the house…

That meant I didn’t really get time to process her being missing. Instead, I sat down next to Vanilla and put my arm around his waist, like mom would’ve done.

He wasn’t talking, obviously. The pain was clear on his face. In his body language. And even in the way he just stared out the window and into the wide-spread fields of our ranch.

The one thing we all had in common was our fear for the city. Which is why we all chose to stay on the ranch, even after we got the opportunity to leave and grow up, so-to-speak. Archer was the only one who felt the need to get a job and girlfriend like normal people. Although, he couldn’t get it over his heart to actually move off the ranch.

“Hey, are you going to take me for a spin on that new bike of yours? It’s not the type of present you just keep in the barn, if you know what I mean.” For some fucked up reason, I thought that talking about anything other than mom being missing would get him to open up. But given I was only one year older, it was a stupid idea that had absolutely no effect.

“Come on.” I hugged him and nuzzled my face in his neck. “You have to say something sometime.”

Nothing.

He simply wasn’t budging, and it got me really worried. Because what if I left him alone long enough? Would he try something awful and totally break me into a million pieces?

I couldn’t leave that room until I made some kind of connection. Just a little one to put my mind at ease.

But what could I do or say? Nothing was going to take his pain away except for time. Unfortunately, neither of us could see or know that. Not with our lack of life experience getting in the way.

Rather hopelessly, I kept my head on his shoulder and gently played with his fingers. I decided to give into the silence and just be with him. And as I lightly curled and straightened his fingers, I started to get a reaction.

We casually finger-wrestled without a winner or loser, something we used to do as kids when we got bored in church. Not that church was much of a tradition. It was for show and dad had no problem making it clear to us.

Bit by bit, Vanilla defrosted and paid attention to my presence. Although, I knew couldn’t push him. He needed to come to me on his own. So, I patiently began stroking his arm, up and down, as if everything was right with the world.

And systematically, it worked.

It worked so well, Vanilla allowed me to casually shift his hand onto *my* lap, where I continued to break down his barriers with my teasing fingers. Then I slowly opened my legs, which automatically stretched the rather short summer dress I chose to wear that day. And when the space between my thighs was big enough, I slowly pulled Vanilla’s hand underneath the thin material.

“I can be mommy.” I whispered into his ear as I scathed his warm palm higher up my thigh. “Whenever you want me to.”

When I got his hand high enough and felt him through my cotton panties, he showed the first signs of resistance. He went all stiff beside me when he realized what his fingers were touching. But he didn’t pull away.

He kept his hand in place, even when I pulled my underwear to the side and slid one of his fingers inside me. Instantly, my moist walls contracted around his probing index as his breathing got heavier.

“Does it feel good?” I needed him to talk to me. But the only response I got was his finger, slowly burrowing deeper without any assistance from me.

I lightly gasped with a big smile when he pushed all the way to the knuckle.

“That’s it, sweetie.” I encouraged him. “You can have me any way you like.”

When Vanilla locked eyes with mine, my heart raced with excitement. Maybe I was getting through to him, judging by the sudden spark he had going in his pupils. But the moment was short-lived.

Just as I thought I was going to put a smile on my little brother’s face, my oldest sibling barged into the room.

Vanilla instantly retracted his hand and quickly sunk back into an even worse emotional state than before, while I tried to compose myself in front of a very intimidating Tattoo.

“Jesus!” I reacted before he could start putting two and two together. “Don’t you ever fucking knock?!” Then I got right in his face, like it was remotely possible to knock him out if I wanted to.

“Dad wants you downstairs before he leaves. And Vanilla is supposed to be cleaning out the chicken coop.” He said with a cold tone void of any sincerity. And he kept glaring at Vanilla with a degree of disgust, as if Vanilla was the reason mom left.

Ever since she ran off, Tattoo got tougher and tougher on Vanilla. Some could argue it was his way of showing he cared. But it was hard to tell with my eldest brother and his short temper.

The only people who were able to control him at that point were dad and uncle Regas. If they weren’t around, there was no telling what Tattoo was capable of.

“He was about to. I just wanted to talk to him first.”

“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.” Tattoo warned me.

“What I do is none of your concern.” I attempted to cover my ass.

“You know how dad feels.” Tattoo spoke as if Vanilla wasn’t even in the room.

“Then it’s a good thing we weren’t doing anything wrong.”

My eldest brother squinted skeptically and switched his stare between me and Vanilla. “I’m not buying it.”

“You don’t have to. Dad will. And that’s all that matters.”

Even though Tattoo was dad’s trusted side-kick on the ranch, there was no way he was going to believe him over me. Not when it was *my* pussy daddy was eating every night.

Tattoo didn’t like it when I pointed out the slight edge I had over him. But he also knew that Vanilla was my weakness.

“Are you coming?” He dropped the investigative look and turned his attention solely on me.

“Tell dad I’ll be down in five.”

Reluctantly, he stepped back. But not before getting in the last word, of course. “If that chicken coop isn’t clean by eleven, your ass in mine, Vanilla.”

I didn’t even respond to his cocky tone. Instead, I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. Then, with two straight fingers, Tattoo silently gestured that he was watching me.

The moment he was out of the room, I closed the door again and rushed back to Vanilla, desperately hoping I could still revive that spark in his eyes. After retaking my place next to him on the bed, I carefully whispered, “Do you want to feel better?”

“Just forget it, April.” Vanilla finally spoke and turned his head away.

But I wasn’t giving up on him.

So, I went for the zipper of his jeans.

“Hey!” He yelled when I was able to pull it down, then he clamped his hand onto mine and glared at me with shock.

At first, I thought I had lost him completely. But when he didn’t pry my hand away, a shimmer of hope shot through my spine. And the longer my hand stayed on his crotch, the more comfortable he seemed with it.

I gave Vanilla a moment to get familiar with the sensation of someone indirectly touching his member. Then I slowly continued to unzip his jeans without any more resistance.

“It has to be our secret, okay?” I kept whispering because I was constantly aware of Tattoo. He could bust in again. Or he could have been standing the hallway, trying to hear in.

When I reached inside the small hole of Vanilla’s pants, however, I found something that definitely helped to distract me from my meddling older brother.

If my dad was anything to go by, the Kincaid men were all well endowed. But for some reason, I didn’t think Vanilla was going to be so gifted. Not to the point that it scared me a little of what he could do with it once it felt the grips of a tight pussy.

He was already casually throbbing in his underwear when I pulled them down and over his growing erection. With great effort, I had to dig out his big muscle until it poked through the zipper hole like a glorious tent pole.

Then, I eagerly wrapped my fingers around his prick and slowly began jerking him off. I found myself unconsciously rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to control my overcoming lust.

My desire to mount him was growing, especially when I felt the curves of his cock pulsating against my palm. But the point wasn’t for me to get off.

It was all about Vanilla, and showing him what he was missing out on if he kept isolating himself. I was already surprised that he allowed me to go as far as I did. What I didn’t see coming was Vanilla, slipping his hand underneath my dress and clumsily searching for the tiny hole he fingered just minutes earlier.

I didn’t try to help him.

I just discreetly opened my legs and allowed him generous access to explore.

It took him a second, but he found the entrance of my snatch with his finger ready to plunge.

I was dripping into his palm while he throbbed against mine. And so we kept going, looking deep into each other’s eyes as we pumped up the pleasure. Using generous and long strokes, I pushed and pulled his foreskin as far as it could go. In return, Vanilla stomped his finger into my cunt.

Just the complex situation was enough to make climax. But I kept reminding myself to listen for anybody that might walk in on us. Besides, the sensation of Vanilla’s heart beating through his cock and into my hand was more than I needed at that particular moment. The power inside his shaft was as impressive as it was intimidating.

“Don’t hold back, sweetie.” I motivated him to burst, seeing as we didn’t have much time. “Give it to mommy.”

Then I really started to pick up the pace. I squeezed on his dick as I jerked him towards an orgasm he wouldn’t easily forget.

With Vanilla’s rod burning up underneath my grip, his face buried in my chest, and his finger as deep inside me as he can possibly get it, he began to unload ropes of hot sperm onto my hand.

It was simply magnificent the way his muscle contracted, only to expand and squirt his seed with such pressure, it could’ve splattered across my face if aimed in the right direction. He thrusted into my squeezing fingers and cum was spewing all over the place, including my dress.

I didn’t want to stop.

I wanted to keep milking him, just because it was so fucking intense.

But even with my lust dripping from his finger, I knew it had to end.

Daddy was waiting for me…

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