IC: Under the Tree (bi, Incest)

[scones201]

OOC: Please read the OOC. Closed, but welcome to those invited in.

Carl. 42. Dark Blonde. 6-4. Former professional soccer player, now owner of a sporting goods store.

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Christmas had been hard when the kids were little. I spoiled them with presents, but not the other things. Time in particular. Now that the business was going well, I was determined to deliver with WHATEVER they wanted to make this the best season ever.

 

[Fiana]

Wednesday 'Ethan'. 18. Dyed black hair, with jade green streaks and matching colored tips. She is abnormally pale due to her allergy to the sun and tanning booths. Her eyes have a ring of copper around the pupil but iris is a pale silvery green. While she is brilliant, she has awkward social skills and can't really interact with her sister and father. She doesn't even like her own mother, avoiding the older woman when ever she can. Wednesday has piercings and tattoos, a lot of which her parents has no idea got. The young teen doesn't rebel and has no care for the world outside of her interests. She can write with her left hand, but her teachers forced her to use her right. Nonetheless, many have said, if she actually put the effort into her work, she could, perhaps, become the next Leonardo Da Vinic. Her response?

"Why would I want to be like a dead man?"


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Wednesday never liked Christmas. It was the holiday when her parents would work as hard as they could to get them pointless things. As a kid, all she wanted was for them to be happy. Instead, they got her a stupid barbie doll... which she blew up later. Now, sitting at the kitchen bar, she had her sketch book out, pencil working furiously at a sketch. She frowned, moving her eyes as close to the picture as possible without marking up her face anymore.

She was the 'problem' child of the family. She never liked to do whatever everyone else did. All she wanted was to just stay inside the house and read a book. Then again, she wasn't able to go on their trips to any of the islands because of her allergy to the sun. She was unable to go... well, vacationing with Wednesday was damn near impossible unless it was night all the time.

As she stopped her sketch, she made notes with her left hand, writing them backwards. There was her art teacher had named her Leonardo. She could be just like the inventor, artist (etc). Letting out a soft sigh, she looked at her work. Well, the hanging man would have to be shaded in more, the dead woman, who was the focus of the picture, would have to be more creepy and have a smaller waist. Otherwise, she approved.

Maybe she'd give it to her sister as a gift. The girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that'll be great. And guess what? Maybe my parents can send me to the white coats!" she chuckled. "Oh, that might actually be a good idea. At least I wouldn't be badgered about dating..."

She somehow managed to choose the most strangest of mates. The last one? Her father had said he was destined to be a serial killer. All Wednesday could say was, "Well, I'll just have to learn how to hide the bodies, now won't I?" That joke was not received well at all. She still had that bruise!

 

[LovelyLauren]

Sarah. 18, bright blonde hair that's always dressed up in curls. Sarah is almost the complete opposite of her twin sister; both in looks, and personality. You'll always find the young blonde girl in some kind of tight pair of jeans, or skirt, to show off her smooth tanned legs. She follows the rules, for the most part, and is definitely a daddy's girl. She aims to impress her parents, which in turn often makes Wednesday look bad. But a little sibling rivalry isn't never uncommon. She's sarcastic and a tease by instinct, and she loves attention.

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Sarah loved Christmas! While their parents always gave them whatever they needed, and more, it never really got old with Sarah. Being spoiled and cared for was the best feeling in the world, especially in knowing that their father had the best intentions for trying to make up for working so much. He had worked so hard when they were growing up, so they didn't get to spend as much time with him as they would have liked.

Skipping down the stairs, Sarah wore a cute pair of Christmas boxers; blue shorts with white little snowflakes; a white tank top, and her calves and pretty little feet were covered in her usual knee-high socks that she wore to cheerleading practice. Her blonde hair was curly, as usual, but pulled up into a high ponytail that bounced behind her head with each step.

"Good morning!' Sarah rang out cheerfully, knowing the attitude always annoyed the hell out of her twin sister, who was drawing in the kitchen. Wednesday was actually really good, but Sarah would never admit that to her. She'd probably only roll her eyes, anyway.

"Is dad making his famous Christmas pancakes this morning?" Sarah asked, already leaning in and searching through the fridge to get a glass of milk.

 

[scones201]

I turned around at the sound of Sarah's voice. I smiled and greeted her.

" 'Morning Honey "

I looked the other way, and for the first time this morning I noticed Wednesday. She got that nickname when she demanded her mother take her to the stylist for a dye job when she was six. The result looked just like the Addams Family character, and the name stuck. She was lost in thought, as she usually was. Working on another of those drawings.

Sometimes I really would think she wasn't ours and that they switched babies at the hospital. That was impossible of course, not only because I saw the bracelets, but because of that distinctive birth mark. Of course, it was hidden in a place that I hadn't seen since puberty. Maybe she did find someone to change places with in the last few years.

"...and to you too, Wednesday my love."

Sarah leaned in, reminding me of our Christmas pancakes. Before the kids were born, the wife and I would start the holiday fucking in the kitchen, and add our "love batter" to the mix. Of course, that tradition ended long ago, but the breakfast remained, and bought a smile to my face.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart!"

I tightened my robe and took over the open refrigerator as Sarah squeezed past, pressing her body close, but not too close.

 

[Fiana]

"Thanks... nice to be added after a hesitation. Still like you though," Wednesday nearly broke her pencil in hearing the perky blonde's voice. She turned and gave the girl a rather nasty glare. "Stop sucking up to him," she snapped. "And while you're over there, stay away from the glass jar of milk, it's a science experiment I'm currently working on." She didn't feel bothered enough to say that ALL of the milk was being used. She was almost positive it wouldn't harm humans. Almost. The girl let her bangs cover her face as she started to sketch once more, this time, a Christmas tree being set aflame with ornaments begging to be saved. She didn't eat breakfast, not even if her father cooked it. She didn't eat meat unless she was paid.

"You do realize, the more attention you crave that you'll eventually end up raped and murdered in some back alley?" Wednesday causally commented, as though she was saying the sky was blue. As the twins started to grow and mature, their banters became more and more... well, it got worse. From implying the other was ugly, to now, saying how they would die. But, of course, Wednesday usually got the bulk of the punishments. She never tried to say who really did it. Instead, she just took it. It was easier and less problems that way.

"Besides, what's so famous about them anyway? He can make pancakes anytime he wants," she warned, continuing to draw. She decided not to eat anything with milk today. Wednesday sighed. Her real name was Ethan, and only a selected few still called her that. "Anyway, I have to go to an over night party today. I'll be take off at around seven." This, of course, was a lie. She just couldn't stand to see Sarah hog all the attention from their parents. Jealous? Totally.

"Do ya'll mind?" She finally finished the picture and pushed it toward Sarah. "Merry Christmas."

 

[LovelyLauren]

Was is silly to be so excited over pancakes? Probably. But that didn't keep that bright smile from appearing on the blonde's face as she happily nodded over at her dad who was willing to continue the tradition another year. "Great!" With that same smile, Sarah brushed her body passed her father's and moved over to the kitchen counter to sip from her glass of milk, the weight of her hip leaning against it.

Her bright blue eyes looked over at her sister, studying her curiously. "What are you drawing, anyway?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as her eyes peered over the rim of her glass. Then, Wednesday told her that the milk was an experiment, and she immediately spit it back in her class. "Wednesday!" She groaned in annoyance, dumping the liquid down the sink.

"Dad, it's Christmas. Tell her she can draw any other time. Burning Christmas trees can wait." Sarah sighed, knowing that the chances of Wednesday actually stopping were only good if the request came from their dad.

"You do realize, the more attention you crave that you'll eventually end up raped and murdered in some back alley?" The implication had Sarah's blue eyes glaring over at her sister, and her arms crossed defensively in front of her chest. "At least I won't die a virgin, like you. Besides, I think the rapers and psycho killers are more your type, aren't they Wednesday?" She taunted right back, her lips curling into a smirk.

"C'mon, how about you actually help dad make breakfast and not complain, for once?" She tried to reason with her, and stepped next to their father to see if he needed help.

 

[Fiana]

"I'd rather go to burning man and do the drugs," Wednesday said. "Unfortunately, I couldn't go this time because someone had to be a tattle tale!" She glared at her sister as well. She put her feet on the ground, making her the shortest person in the room. Not that it was a bad thing, the young girl could hold herself in a fight. "And you can't tell me what I can or can't draw. It's a natural born right. Look it up."

When it came to drawing, no one had reign over her.

"At least I won't die a virgin, like you. Besides, I think the rapers and psycho killers are more your type, aren't they Wednesday?"

"Aw, the little blonde jealous that I get some and you don't?" she replied. Oh, Wednesday wasn't a virgin but she had only done it once and found it... way too painful. It had been with the next door neighbor's son. They had both avoided each other ever since.

"C'mon, how about you actually help dad make breakfast and not complain, for once?"

"How about, if I do help out, I touch nothing dealing with milk," she replied, but gave her sister a strange look, as if looking for something. No, a small sip wouldn't do. She supposed she'd have to wait when they used the other milks. Wednesday would have to make sure they didn't discover what was hidden under her bed.

Was did she put in the milk?

Well, let's just say, if it worked, she was going to make millions in the underworld. And probably go to hell... again. "Besides, if dad wants help, he'll ask for it."

 

[scones201]

I sighed as Wednesday mentioned another "Experiment". One time she managed to dose her sister with something or other that had Sarah peeing blue for a week. Despite her big talk, she never did actually mean to hurt anybody though.

I grabbed the other carton of milk and started with eggs and flour. I took a swig and started the mixer on low. I looked up at the drawing.

"Your sister is right Wen"

She hated when I called her Wen. Reminded her of "Peter Pan".

"All that money we spent on those figure life drawing classes."

I looked over at a drawing of all of she did about two years ago.

"Do one of your sister. Something NICE"

 

[LovelyLauren]

Sarah's blue eyes widened when her dad told Wednesday to draw a picture of her. "Oh, yeah. Good idea, dad." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes a little. "Knowing her, she's going to make me look like a clown. Or worse." She eyed her sister a little, then shrugged, giving up the fight.

Instead, Sarah turned to her father who was busy away making pancakes, and she stood beside him and watched while her small hand gently rubbed up and down his back. "So, dad..." Those lips began to curl again. Wednesday was right, she was a bit of a suck up, but at least she wasn't malicious. "When do we get to open our present, after breakfast?" She asked cutely, turning her head to look back at Wednesday. She always did like to make her a little jealous, at least when it came to getting their father's attention. She knew it drove her crazy, even if she wouldn't admit it.

When the pancakes were ready, Sarah set out plates on the table and made herself another glass of milk, already spacing and forgetting what Wednesday had said about her experiment. What? She had a taste earlier, and she seemed perfectly fine...

 

[Fiana]

Wednesday sulked back on the counter. Of course, of course her father would take Sarah's side. Oh, she'd have her revenge. She didn't know when, but she would. Just like how Peter didn't get Wen- did he just call her Wen?! That was horrible! Still she didn't say anything.

It was then she realized he had taken a drink from the milk. Oh, this was good. She'd have to make notes while they thought she was gone.

"All that money we spent on those figure life drawing classes."

"I paid you back all the money, didn't I? Did I miscalculate?" Wednesday had enjoyed the class but for some reason, all her pictures took on a dark look. Even if there was nothing scary about them.

"Fine, but only if she tells you the real reason why she got detention last Friday," she said as she grinned evilly at Sarah. But apparently, her sister already agreed with her on that.

"Why is it always presents with you? Why not ask for world peace or something... I'm sure that's up your ally," she said drawing once more. She saw her sister look a little dizzy. "My, my, feeling air headed sister dear?"

 

[scones201]

The food finished and laid out on the counter, Sarah was being quite helpful. I knew she wanted something, although exactly what I wasn't certain. She (actually both the girls) knew what they were gettting, so it wasn't quite a surprise. Well, there was one "adult" request circled in that catalog that she didn't know about. It was bought, and arrived but I didn't know if we actually could go through with giving it to her.

"Let the food cool a bit. You know it's better when they syrup and butter mix and are ... uhh ... nice and sticky. Now then what about that drawing Wednesday?"

I put my arm around Sarah's shoulder, and we stood together in front of Wen.

"Remember how excited you used to be to come back from those classes."

I rubbed my baby girl's shoulder, letting the blonde curls fall.

"Couldn't draw enough people. I know now it was probably just your first look at the nude form ..."

I stared intently at Wen.

"... but you just couldn't get enough."

 

[LovelyLauren]

Of course Wednesday was going to bring up her detention last Friday, the little rat! Those crystal blue eyes widened in shock and betrayal as Wednesday called her out, and Sarah just slowly shook her head. For the first time, she couldn't actually think of a good come-back, and she had no will to fight her.

Sarah's cheeks turned pink as they flushed, her body growing warm. "Is--is it hot in here?" She stammered, her voice soft almost in a whisper. She could feel her skin growing warm, which would take a lot considering the amount of skin that was actually revealed in the cool air of the kitchen. Even in those shorts and her tank top, Sarah was on fire.

Her small hands both grasped on to the table in front of her and then she stood back up straight again, just in time for her father's arm to wrap over her shoulder. It took her only a minute to finally notice that Wednesday was looking back at her with a knowing grin. Fuck, this was all her doing!

"What did you put in the milk, Ethan?" She cleared her throat, looking down at the half-full glass of milk, and then back up at her sister. Her father's closeness only made the girl breathe a little slower. She leaned against his side, cradling her face and cheek on his shoulder as if for some kind of protection to whatever was happening to her as her hot breath exhaled against the side of his neck.

 

[scones201]

I gulped loudly as Sarah moved closer to me. I half listened to the talk of the "Experiment" then sighed and pulled my baby girl tighter into me.

"Don't be afraid. I won't be mad. What happened to get you detention sweetie?"

...I looked over at Wednesday.

"..and you, young lady are not off the hook. What DID you put in that milk?"

 

[LovelyLauren]

(Double)

 

[Fiana]

Wednesday looked up at her father. "Oh yes, seeing the naked body at eight in the morning was what got me hyped up," she said. "No, it was the type of paint and charcoal they used." She wouldn't admit she actually enjoyed drawing people and it still thrilled her.

But watching her sister, only got her to chuckle happily. "Dad, I really think you should 'put' Sarah darling to bed, she doesn't look to good," the girl shrugged.


"..and you, young lady are not off the hook. What DID you put in that milk?"

"Nothing but your everyday ingredients for a bonified lust potion. I warned you guys not to drink it. Of course, when the full effects hit it, I will be long gone," she said, closing her notebook, knowing when to make a break for it. "Well, nice knowing you both, but I... I remembered there's a lock I need to change!"

She made a break for the stairs.

She didn't want to see how furious her father was.

 

[LovelyLauren]

Sarah's face continued to nuzzle her father's neck, the manly scent of his skin absolutely driving her crazy. Fuck! Her heart began to race a little faster, and she could swear if Wednesday stopped talking, they'd both hear it pounding in her chest.

The second Wednesday revealed to both of them what she'd done to the milk, Sarah's soft lips made continue with the side of her dad's neck. She kissed slowly, softly, so gentle...before her teeth sank hungrily into his flesh, grazing over his skin. God, she could just eat him up!

She only backed away unwillingly, so her father could catch Fiona before she made her way upstairs. "I think someone needs a taste of their own medicine. Literally." Sarah glared over at her sister as she tried to take off, and she licked her lips instinctively.

 

[scones201]

"Lust potion?" I managed to stammer.

What kind of nonsense was that. She was good, but not that good. Sure, it was easy to make people horny, but not to actually force desire on them. Whatever it was, she was going to be locked in a room with her sister on EXACTLY the same trip.

Even in a slightly impaired state, I easily leapt past Wednesday and stopped her. I grabbed her wrists tightly and lifted her up kicking and screaming.

I walked toward the girls room, grabbing the milk on the counter on my way.

"Come along, Sarah."

 

[Fiana]

Well, it wasn't a lust potion. But that was a working label. As he picked her up, she had forgotten that he used to be a soccer player. And so, she started to put up a fight. But with her wrist bound, she could only kick him. That only meant, she was done for. Despite what their parents though, Sarah and Wednesday did not sleep in the same room. The sisters had agreed that Wednesday would take the attic and Sarah would take the room. They'd only room together when their parents were around.

"Oh hell no!" Wednesday cried. "I'm not trying out that damn milk again! Do you know many times I've gotten sick?" Ah, now came the reason she used the two as test subjects. "You won't make me drink it!"

Nope, she wasn't going to make it easy.

In fact, he was going to have either hold her down or tie her down, even so, she wouldn't drink it.

 

[LovelyLauren]

Oh, yes. Sarah was coming.

Grinning devilishly, that chest still rising and falling with each deep breath. God, she wasn't sure if it was the milk, or what, but her father's strength was fucking sexy when he lifted Wednesday in the air as if the little girl weighed nothing. Mm.

With a little skip in her step, Sarah's sock-covered feet carried her excitedly up the stairs behind her father and sister. When he reached Sarah's room, much closer than Wednesday's, Sarah waited until her father could pin down her squirming twin sister on the bed before Sarah gladly came up for assistance.

"Open wide, sis." That grin reappeared on her lips as she tilted Wednesday's pretty little head up with one hand, and poured the milk between her lips with the other. Oh, yes.

 

[scones201]

"No, honey, don't waste it. This might end up being useful."

I pinned Wednesday under me while she continued to struggle.

"Now, hand me the bottle, then go lock your door, sweetie. Can't have your sister escaping"

Sarah reluctantly did so. I took a large sip then kissed Wednesday, holding the liquid in my mouth. Careful to avoid the teeth, I forced it into my daughter's mouth until she had no choice but to swallow. As the last of it leaked between my lips, I pulled my face from Wednesday's. The image of a cock coming out of that pretty mouth briefly came to me as the dribble of white liquid dripped down her chin.

Sarah was standing by the locked door, her hands barely creeping toward her pussy.

 

[Fiana]

Wednesday gagged managing to free her head from her sister's grip. Oh god, she was going to be sick. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt her stomach lurch. But even if she wanted to throw up, she'd only make herself dirty. Her eyes promised that she'd kill them the moment she could. Still, the young girl was the type who'd fight till the bitter end. She tried to free her hands, causing her back to arch back, her legs moved underneath her father.

It was then her father kissed her.

Oh, not only that, he managed to move himself into a position where she couldn't bite his tongue off. After a few minutes of trying to hold it back, he managed to make her swallow it. She gagged once more, her eyes flaming. "You... you asshole!" she cried. "It wasn't like it was going to kill you!" It was then she started to cough slightly, some milk dribbling down her lips. She was slightly choking on it.

If she threw up, he was going to be her first victim.

 

[LovelyLauren]

Sarah pouted her cute little glossed lips, wanting in on the fun. But she obeyed her father and gave him the milk back so she could stand guard by her door and lock it. Her small hands were placed on each side of her slender waist as she watched her father...kiss her twin sister!

Mm, just the sight of two of them, Sarah's skin was burning up again. She could feel her pussy practically throbbing for attention, and her hand instinctively began to reach down to touch herself.

"I think she likes it, dad..." Sarah was grinning across the room, slowly stepping forward. "Kiss her again."

"Feeling a little light-headed yet, sister dear?' She mocked what Wednesday had said to her earlier, finding both amusement and arousal in all of this.

 

[scones201]

I continued to sit on Wednesday's legs and held her arms down.

"No, Sarah Dear, I think you get that honor."

I looked around the room.

"Do you have anything to tie your sister to the bed?"

 

[Fiana]

"Go screw yourself," Wednesday snapped, attempting to knee her father in a rather sensitive place. She wasn't the type to get turned on... countless attempted by all exes had proven fruitless. "I don't like it, I hate it!" Right now, the weakened girl wanted to disappear into her attic room and never show her face again to the world. No, she could just stay there and draw.


"No, Sarah Dear, I think you get that honor."

"Oh no she doesn't!" the girl was rather talkative now, realizing what might actually happen to her.She continued to fight him off. She was so focused on getting free, she didn't actually realize how exactly her body was trying to get free. She arched, made awkward positions and even bucked her hips a few times. Nothing seemed to work though.

"Tie... tie me up?!"

This was not looking good for the young woman. Oh no. Of course, if they killed her, she only regretted not being able to bring them down with her.

 

[LovelyLauren]

Those pretty blues lit right up when their father gave Sarah just exactly what she was wanting. A taste, herself. The perfect payback for her sister. But she'd be damned if she didn't enjoy it, because Sarah wouldn't disappoint.

"Here," Sarah stepped to the side for her dresser, and gave her dad some of her scarves to tie her twin sister up with.

She waited until her dad had expertly tied Wednesday securely to her bed before Sarah was kneeling on the bed over her sister. "I'm not going to hurt you." She whispered as she leaned in closely, careful and alert incase her sister tried to snap at her.

Leaning in, Sarah licked the milk on Wednesday's chin, then her warm tongue traced her sister's slips slowly. "Mm," she whispered softly. "Dad, she tastes like milk and sugar." She noted, then tilted her head down to look down at her squirming young little body.

"I wonder what the rest of her tastes like..." She looked back at her father, as if for approval.