Incest- 18th Birthday (Diamond Tiara) by Frostybox


                                            >tfw your little sister Diamond doesn't do a twerk show for her favorite man in the world.


                                            >”That’s thirty-five for the trip.”

                                            >You know he’s adding on an extra fifteen, he stealthily punched it in once he turned into ‘the nice part of town’.

                                            >You give him a fifty.

                                            “Keep it man, thanks for the ride.”

                                            >You don’t want to lose out on anymore time out in the cold over something so small to you.

                                            >The driver’s eyes widen.

                                            >He begins to say something but quickly closes his mouth and nods.

                                            >You shut the door behind you and hoist your bag onto your shoulder.

                                            >Ahead of you, about a minute’s walk through the front yard/garden combo mom spends a lot of money paying other people to spend many hours cultivating, is Rich Manor.

                                            >Home.

                                            >The lights in the main rooms are on.

                                            >Their warm glow radiates out through this kind of chilly night.

                                            >You shuffle the bag on your shoulder a little before making the trek to the front door.

                                            >You cut it way to close tonight Anon.

                                            >Thankfully you got lucky, there was a seat open at the last minute for a flight to here the airline was trying to fill and your butt was there to fill it, for cheap too.

                                            >As you reach the elaborate steps a noise draws your attention.

                                            >Rattling.

                                            >As you ascend the steps you note it getting louder.

                                            >In addition to that there’s… voices?

                                            >Singing voices.

                                            >You reach the top and find the source of the rattling.

                                            >The doorknobs.

                                            >The quake with the booms of the base inside.

                                            >You smile to yourself and breath out a light chuckle.

                                            >Mom and Dad must be away at a ‘social function’ and ‘board meeting’ respectively.

                                            >…again.

                                            >And Diamond is inside making the best of it, sounds like.

                                            >Makes sense, this is her 18th.

                                            >That one and 21 are the big ones.

                                            >After that each year just seems to pass by, at least that’s how it’s been for you at 25 now.

                                            >You sigh and brush the soles of your shoes on the ornate ‘artisan welcome mat’ mom is such a fan of.

                                            >A voice cheers over the booming of the music.

                                            >Hopefully Diamond knows to tip the cleaning ladies decently tomorrow morning for the extra work and to keep them quiet.

                                            >You pull out your phone and pull up the rideshare.

                                            >She should get to have her fun with her friends unimpeded by big bro hanging around.

                                            >Besides, what are you going to do with a bunch of drunken 16-20 year olds you don’t know anyway?

                                            >Probably get puked on, no thanks.

                                            >You can get a room at the hotel in town.

                                            >Come back tomorrow morn- tomorrow afternoon, when she’s less hung over, and wish her happy birthday then.

                                            >Even tip the cleaning ladies yourself while they do their thing.

                                            >You turn and start walking towards the gates when a sound from inside sends a chill up your spine.

                                            >Broken glass.

                                            >Probably nothing, dumb teens being dumb, but you can’t NOT check.

                                            >You take out your keys and undo the lock.

                                            >The door swings open.

                                            >You are utterly stunned by the sight before you.

                                            >Diamond is…

                                            >Alone.

                                            >There’s no-one else here.

                                            >No sign that anyone WAS here.

                                            >Diamond is dancing to the music, sloshing a bottle of booze around in one hand and spilling it everywhere.

                                            >She stops to throw a drink back before going right back at it again after a slight wobble.

                                            >The wall closest to her has a big dark stain on it.

                                            >The ground directly below it glistens and twinkles with what can only be the last bottle of booze she was swinging around.

                                            >Diamond starts doing some kind of snakelike dance.

                                            >Her hips shake side to side as her hands slowly travel up the sides of her body and extend into the air above her.

                                            >Her outfit is hugging VERY close to her body.

                                            >Diamond throws her head back which makes her chest pop out.

                                            >You raise your eyes quickly.

                                            >Diamond’s are shut lightly but you can see faint runs of mascara down her face.

                                            >Her cheeks are shiny with what is probably alcohol… and tears.

                                            “Diamond”you call out to her only to be drowned out by the music.

                                            >She throws her arms out and flings a little more booze out of the bottle.

                                            “Diamond!” you call out again, stepping inside the doorway.

                                            >She runs her hands through her hair in a very sultry way.

                                            “DIAMOND!”

                                            >She jumps and appears to start falling back before catching herself.

                                            >She blinks your way a couple of times, trying her best to focus on you.

                                            >After a moment her eyes light up and a dopey smile spreads across her face, “ANON! HEY!”

                                            >She shambles over to you, leaning from one side to the other with each step.

                                            “DIAMOND, Hey, are you-“

                                            >She crosses over to you and puts her hand on your mouth.

                                            >Your nose stings from the smell of alcohol and sweat on her damp palm.

                                            >She pushes you back some, “DANCE WITH ME!” she blurts out.

                                            >You stumble back a bit slightly bewildered.

                                            >Diamond sways a little, bobbing her head until she finds the beat and then proceeding to sway and thrust with certain parts of her body.

                                            >She quickly closes the gap, dancing her way over to you.

                                            >Towards the end it seems like she starts to go over but manages to catch herself on your jacket.

                                            >Her face plants into your chest which she proceeds to motorboat prompting you to try backing away some.

                                            >You don’t get very far as her grip on your jacket is firm, the bottle digs into your chest some.

                                            >She leans back, putting her chest out, and pulls you further into the room.

                                            >You only barely manage to shut the door behind you while you are being dragged into the living area.

                                            >The music is blaring from the speakers to your right, Diamond’s left.

                                            >You wince from the vibrations you feel on that side of your face.

                                            >Diamond either doesn’t notice is too drunk to be bothered by them.

                                            >You plant yourself firmly into the ground.

                                            “Diam-“

                                            >She tries to drag you further but loses her grip from your sudden resistance and starts going backwards.

                                            >You stop partway into her name and look on as she goes all the way back.

                                            >Her back hits the wall with a thud, she slaps the bottle against it as well, spilling more booze against it.

                                            >Her eyes shrink back down from their widened shock they had before.

                                            >Diamond looks over at you and cover her lips with a hand.

                                            >You start looking around for a trashcan but stop when you hear her start to laugh.

                                            >Which quickly becomes maddened drunken cackling, “You should- Y-you should look at- Oh, YOUR FACE!”

                                            >Your lips form a firm line.

                                            >She smirks at you.

                                            “Diamond-“ you call out to her while the current song is ending on a low extended note.

                                            >A new song starts blasting through the speakers, fast paced and cheering on the upbeat.

                                            >You can feel the bass pounding in your chest with each pop.

                                            >Diamond’s mouth forms an 'O'.

                                            >”Oh! I LOVE the song!” she cheers.

                                            >Diamond pushes herself away from the wall and stumble forward towards the speakers.

                                            “Diamond-“

                                            >She sees your lips move, but only gives you a playful smile in response.

                                            >”C’MON! IT’S MY EIGHTEENTH, YOU GOTTA DANCE!” she shouts back at you, coaxing you closer with a curl of her finger

                                            “Diamond! No, c’mon! Just look-“

                                            >She spins around just as the pace of the song begins to increase.

                                            >She kicks a leg out and throws her head back.

                                            >Her long wavy hair splays out in the air before gently falling down to drape over her.

                                            >She squats down low and grabs her knees.

                                            >Your words disappear into the pounding music as you brain comes to a grinding halt at the sight before you.

                                            >She glances over her shoulder you see a faint glint of her crystal blue eyes that disappear just as quickly.

                                            >Her short shorts rise up to be even shorter.

                                            >They hug tightly to reveal the supple curve of her young bottom.

                                            >She arches her back forward and tilts her head back slightly, From your angle you can just barely see the faint curve of her breast past the curtain of hair draping down.

                                            >She starts shaking her butt to the rapid beat.

                                            >You look on in what you hope is purely shock as she twerks to the music.

                                            >She jumps up tall and bounces on the balls of her feet to jiggle her rear.

                                            >Her hair shifts and you again catch a hint of her piercing blue eyes just as the music hits a lull.

                                            >She raises her hands high and slowly brings them down along the curvatures of her body.

                                            >She brings them out just a little bit more at the chest and again at the hips while she slowly turns to face you.

                                            >You quickly turn away and pretend to be looking at the crooked painting on the wall that’s going to require a ladder to straighten.

                                            >A nudge against your hip draws your attention in front go you.

                                            >Diamond’s rear is pulling away from your hip, she’s looking back at you with a smirk.

                                            “Diamond!” you cry out in surprise.

                                            >She throws herself back and you instinctively reach out to catch her for fear of her actually going back due to her drunken state.

                                            >The back of her head plants into your chest, her arms go up again and snake around to the back of your head.

                                            >Her fingers graze along your scalp while she arches her back out again.

                                            >She does all this to the slow extended tones coming from the speakers.

                                            >Looking down at her you can see the sweat beginning to trail down her bare chest exposed to you by such a low cut top.

                                            >The song hits a silent part.

                                            >All you can hear are both of your heavy breaths.

                                            >DIamond’s mouth opens.

                                            >She bumps you hard at the crotch with her ass right when the previous fast beat drops.

                                            >You stumble back a step only to find yourself in range for her to squat down again and grind her ass against you.

                                            >You immediately jump back but she reacts on your motion too, jumping to her feet and quickly closing the gap between you both.

                                            >She throws her arms around your neck, striking you in the back of the head with the lip of her bottle.

                                            >You shut your eyes due to the pain, when you open them again you find yourself staring deeply into those two crystal pools she has for eyes.

                                            >”Loosen up Anon… S’ a party! It’s… m-my s-spechial day…” she slurs.

                                            >The alcohol on her breath burns your nostrils.

                                            >Alright, this is too much.

                                            >You slip your hands onto her shoulders and trace backwards to force her arms off of you.

                                            >Stomping over to the blaring music you scan around before finding phone with a tiara case plugged into the system.

                                            >You rip the phone out, dropping it to the ground and silencing the room.

                                            >You stand there, facing the system, waiting for the ringing to fade from your ears.

                                            >And that’s ALL you’re doing…

                                            >With a sigh, you will yourself to turn around and face your younger sister.

                                            >Diamond is standing where you left her, swaying slightly as though she were in a windy place.

                                            >The mostly empty bottle is dangling in her weak grip.

                                            >Her head is held low.

                                            “Diamond, okay, now do you mind telling me what in the FU-“

                                            >Your question hangs in your throat the moment you see a glimmer fall from her chin.

                                            >It’s followed shortly by another.

                                            >Then another.

                                            >Before the fourth tear has welled up enough size to drop to the floor beneath her you are right before her.

                                            >You put a hand on her shoulder prompting her to look up at you with simmering eyes.

                                            >Her bottom lip is quivering and the fourth tear drips down from her movement.

                                            >Diamond sniffles a couple of times before closing her eyes and leaning forward.

                                            >She buries her head into your chest while you lower the hand on her shoulder and rest it against her back.

                                            >Your other hand comes up to join the first shortly after.

                                            >Diamond sniffles for a bit, but soon her breathing becomes ragged and eventually she begins to cry.

                                            >You rub her back and bury your face onto the top of her head.

                                            >Just past where her hair blocks your view you see the bottle in her hand beginning to slip little by little.

                                            >You release your hand from her back and bring it over to wrap around her hand.

                                            >She turns a little to peek over at you through her sweaty teary mess of hair.

                                            >Her pinkie twitches a little, brushing against the palm of your hand but otherwise doesn’t stop you from draping her hand over with yours.

                                            >You work your way down her hand until you have the slightest grip of the bottle with your pinkie.

                                            >You grip the neck firmly and worm the rest of your hand on it and her hand off.

                                            >She releases the bottle to you and brings her free hand up to wrap around your side.

                                            >You rub her back a few more times with your free hand and now that she seems to have calmed down, you break the embrace and take a step back.

                                            >Without her dancing to mask it, your little sister’s inebriated state becomes much more obvious.

                                            >Her cheeks are quite flushed.

                                            >Legs are trembly and she’s swaying even more now.

                                            >She tilts her head down to wipe her eyes and has to take a step forward to steady herself.

                                            >Once she’s confident in her balance she goes to wipe her eyes again.

                                            >You can’t help but smile at the sight.

                                            >She looks up at you with puffy eyes.

                                            >Her brow furrows slightly with confusion.

                                            >Upon looking herself over she realizes why you’re smiling and rolls her eyes but keeps a small smile on her own face too.

                                            “Okay, You… need some water and caffeine” you state, holding out a hand for her to take.

                                            >She clamps your finger in-between her fingers and thumb.

                                            >You let her use you for support as you guide her to the drink counter next to the kitchen.

                                            >There was a slight hiccup where in you almost guided her into the broken glass and came to a halt.

                                            >She bumped into your back and let out a small grunt.

                                            >You let her hand go and placed it in the middle of her back.

                                            >She wrapped her arms around yours to keep herself steady while you led her the rest of the way going around the glass and settling her into one of the stools at the counter.

                                            >You set the intact bottle down on the counter while your sister slumps down onto the counter.

                                            “Hey, Diamond” you call.

                                            >She groans and tilts her head so she can look at you.

                                            “C’mon sis, you can’t fall asleep yet. What do you want first, water or caffeine?”

                                            >”The second…” she mumbles before buying her face in her arms again.

                                            “Okay… I think coffee isn’t going to be good enough here. Espresso it is.”

                                            >”Anon” she responds, muffled because her face is still buried, “Can you mix mine with-“

                                            “Chocolate milk? I remember Diamond.”

                                            >You open the mini fridge behind the counter and look for the chocolate milk.

                                            >Before ducking down to search you cast a quick glance to your slump of a sister.

                                            >She’s turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, but you can see a faint smile on her face.

                                            >She’ll be fine for a minute of two.

                                            >You duck down and dig through the minifridge.

                                            >There’s a particular brand she would cut her espresso with when you were younger.

                                            >Mom forced you both to drink espresso as that’s what some of the other kids would do, also forced to by their parents, but Diamond hated the taste.

                                            >You got the idea to use dark chocolate milk as it might not look quite as ‘watered down’.

                                            >She took to it ever since, even now it seems.

                                            >You set the carton down on the counter and prep up a double shot of espresso into a teacup.

                                            >The rich dark caffeine pours out of the machine before letting out a soft hiss once it’s done.

                                            >You set the teacup down and fill it almost to the brim with the dark chocolate milk.

                                            >She doesn’t like mixing it because then the first sip is already equal amounts of espresso and milk, she prefers the first sip be mostly milk.

                                            >You set the cup down in front of her and gently nudge her awake.

                                            >”Mnn-“ she raises her head and blinks at you a lot, “Anon?” she grumbles.

                                            “The one and only.”

                                            >She sniffs and looks down at the cup in front of her.

                                            “Drink up quick, I haven’t mixed it.”

                                            >She sighs and takes the cup in her hands.

                                            >You walk back to the machine and prep up a shot for yourself.

                                            >It pours out smoothly into your own teacup.

                                            >You walk back and sit yourself down right next to your sister while she sips at her drink.

                                            “So…”

                                            >She glances your way briefly but otherwise doesn’t change her pace of sip swallow sigh wait and repeat.

                                            “Diamond, what… what is all this?” you ask, waving a hand back to the living room.

                                            >She sinks a little in her seat.

                                            >Diamond sets the cup down and sighs, “Mom and dad are away..."

                                            "Again."

                                            >"Again-"

                                            >She pauses and glances up at you from her nearly empty cup.

                                            >You both share a brief smile before she continues.

                                            >"Mom's at some golf thing in... another state I don't even know which one. Dad is at some board conference."

                                            >Sounds familiar.

                                            >"I just thought maybe... this year would be different you know?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            "Yeah, I remember thinking that too."

                                            >She stops to drink the rest of her expresso milk.

                                            >The cup clatters back on the counter.

                                            >She lets out another sigh.

                                            >Diamond peeks at you through her messy hair.

                                            >She grabs the seat of her stool and hops it into the air, bringing it closer to you.

                                            >You quirk a brow at her but she response simply by leaning her head against your shoulder.

                                            >You watch her close her eyes and feel her relaxing against you.

                                            >With a gentle push of your elbow you nudge her, eliciting a groan.

                                            "Hey, don't fall asleep yet. You need to drink water."

                                            >You start to get up, slowly so she doesn't fall, but she grabs your shirt and holds you in your seat, "M'not done..." she mumbles.

                                            >My friends..." she growls.

                                            >You feel her tense up and then relax, "People I hang out with..." she clarifies, "I knew they weren't real friends, not like Silver Spoon was-"

                                            "Oh she-"

                                            >Diamond looks up at you.

                                            "Nothing. You were saying?"

                                            >Silver Spoon sent you a message a few days ago asking about Diamond, you figured they were finally over their fight.

                                            >Apparently not just yet.

                                            >Diamond, in her drunken state accepts your response and continues, "I thought at the very least they'd be down to party with me..."

                                            >Now things are starting to make sense.

                                            >"Most of them didn't even respond, the few that did said they had exams, or a 'family thing', or whatever, but then they were posting about some party or club they were at..." she huffs.

                                            >You place a hand on her knee and give her a light squeeze.

                                            >"So here I am, Diamond fucking Tiara celebrating her eighteenth fucking birthday... alone!" she barks.

                                            >You wince a little as the throb in your ear fades away.

                                            >She lets her anger go and drapes herself over you, this is even more than just her head on your shoulder from before, "I wanted to party harder than all of them combined because..." she mumbles into you.

                                            >"Because... I dunno, I was alone and angry and dumb... I guess."

                                            >You wrap an arm over her shoulder.

                                            "You're not alone now."

                                            >She nuzzles you, "No... I'm just angry and dumb now."

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            "I'm sorry."

                                            >"Don't be" she responds, her voice muffled by your clothing, "Why would you be sorry? You didn't make me rely on fake friends or have fake parents."

                                            >Her words strike deeply at you.

                                            >Fake parents.

                                            >What a perfect way of describing them.

                                            "Well no, I guess I didn't have anything to do with your friends..."

                                            >You turn a little so you can grab her by the shoulder and prop her up off of you.

                                            >She groans in protest but doesn't put up much of a fight.

                                            "You need water. Hold on a sec."

                                            >You returns shortly with a pitcher of water and two glasses.

                                            >Diamond is splayed out on the counter, but she's still awake.

                                            >Once you sit back down she finds her way back up and rests against you again.

                                            >You hand her a glass of room temp water and urge her to drink.

                                            "I may have... had something to do with your parents though, our parents."

                                            >She quirks a brow up at you.

                                            "I figured out pretty early on something that I wasn't able to put into words until you said them, I had fake parents. I was born because it's what was expected of them to do by their peers or the people they were trying to impress. I wasn't unwanted exactly... but it's more like I was... needed."

                                            >Diamond takes a drink from her glass and sets it back down only to immediately prop herself against you.

                                            "Around the time I was six I... negotiated, as well as a little kid could, mom and dad for a little brother or sister. I'd heard dad talk so often about negotiations I figured that was the way to get what you want. By the time I was seven, you were born."

                                            >"Anon..."

                                            "I don't know if they actually did it because I asked or what, I like to think they paid somebody to make sure you were a girl so they could have the 'perfect nuclear family'."

                                            >Diamond blows air through her nose, from your angle you can just barely see a smile on her face.

                                            "Regardless I felt so very grateful to have you in my life."

                                            >Diamond brings the glass to her lips and shifts awkwardly to drink while still remaining close to you.

                                            "And having gotten a few years ahead on you, I kind of knew what to expect. I did everything in my power to be there for you in ways I knew mom and dad wouldn't be, in ways I wish I had gotten..."

                                            >Diamond nuzzles you with her head.

                                            "Clearly, that wasn't enough... Listen, I don't know if I really did have a part to play in that but if I did then-"

                                            >"Don't."

                                            >You stop your apology midway.

                                            >"Don't be sorry, you did a lot. You've always done a lot... I'm- I'm really glad you're here Anon."

                                            >She sets her empty glass back on the counter and wraps her arms around your torso to pull you into a proper hug.

                                            >You drape an arm over her shoulder and hug her back.

                                            >She sniffles a little but doesn't go back into sobbing before breaking the embrace.

                                            >Her hands still remain on you loosely as she looks up at you, "But you know... there is one thing you haven't done for me."

                                            >You raise an eyebrow at her.

                                            >She responds with a coy smile as she rests a hand on your thigh.

                                            >You instinctively tense up a little, "You haven't danced with me yet" she chirps.

                                            >Her weight bears down on your thigh as she hops off the stool and starts walking with only a slight wobble over to the living room.

                                            "D-Diamond! Hey, no, I don't think I'm up for dancing like... uh, that." you respond rising off your stool as well.

                                            >She rounds the outcropping of wall that houses the speaker system.

                                            >Your mind immediately races back to her... dancing.

                                            "Where'd you even learn to 'dance' like tha-"

                                            >You question dies in your throat as you round the outcropping and nearly run crotch-first into Diamond's ass.

                                            >She's bent over and supporting herself with a hand, likely to keep from falling all the way over while she reaches for her phone you threw to the ground earlier.

                                            >"Wouldn't you like to know? Gonna ogle my dance instructor's butt?" she teases, looking back at you from over her shoulder

                                            >You step back and look away from her.

                                            >She rises to her feet, phone in hand and plugged into the system.

                                            >A few moment of silence pass before a slow hum of strings rings out into the room.

                                            >You turn to face your sister while she's setting the phone down.

                                            >"Do you remember still?"

                                            "Remember?"

                                            >She giggles, and playfully drags one of her feet apart form the other, like one might draw a line in the sand with their feet.

                                            >Diamond raises her hands daintily and holds them palms forward, and fingers apart.

                                            "Oh! Ballroom."

                                            >She nods with a smile.

                                            >Another decision forced on you both when you were kids.

                                            "I haven't done this in a while Diamond but I think I still remember..."

                                            >You step forward and raise your hands as well.

                                            >One meets hers right at about shoulder length to you, cupping together loosely.

                                            >The other slips around her side and rests against her back.

                                            >Her free hand comes down and rests gently on your arm.

                                            >You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

                                            >She seems to have wiped away most of the faint mascara lines on her face from earlier.

                                            >Even with the few lines present you can appreciate just how beautiful your sister is.

                                            >You lead her into the first step when the feel comfortable with the beat of the music and she follows you smoothly.

                                            >Together you waltz around a small area of the room while the gently flowing melody plays around you.

                                            >Despite the oddity of it all, this is really nic-

                                            "Ah!"

                                            >"Sorry!"

                                            >You shake it off and pick up where you left off.

                                            >She is confused on which motion you both left off at and runs into you.

                                            >"Ouch!"

                                            "Sorry."

                                            >You both try to start again but immediately run into each other.

                                            >Diamond huffs and lets your hand go.

                                            >She throws both of her arms around your chest and buried herself into you, "I'm not sober enough for this..." she whines.

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            "And I don't remember this as well as I thought."

                                            >She sighs, "Just sway with me Anon."

                                            >You drape your arms over her shoulders and rock back and forth to the slow tempo of the music.

                                            >Her breaths are warm and steady against you.

                                            >You can feel her going limp in your arms before too long.

                                            "Diamond?" you whisper.

                                            >She makes a soft grumble back.

                                            >You release her but she continues to hold onto you and sway.

                                            "Diamond, hey" you say a little louder.

                                            >She shuts her eyes tightly then relaxes them.

                                            >She'd probably be okay to go to sleep now.

                                            >The question at hand is... how?

                                            >The solution you've come up with is...

                                            "Hu-UH-up."

                                            >She's heavier than you thought.

                                            >Diamond protests at first when you broke away from her so you could hoist her up into your arms but once you had her she settled in just fine.

                                            >Her arms have snaked their way up to loosely drape over your shoulders, and her head was eager to find your neck.

                                            >You carry her up the stairs, stumbling a little along the way and gripping her a little harder to make sure neither of you fall.

                                            >In so doing you get a sense of just how firm she is all over.

                                            >No wonder she felt so heavy.

                                            >Just going by the shape of her butt-

                                            >You shake the that train of thought and continue up to her room.

                                            >Inside is the same jarringly pink room it's been for as long as you can remember.

                                            >You carry her to her bed and try your best to lay her gently onto it.

                                            >The resulting pomf from her comforter seems the be the best you were gonna do.

                                            >You attempt to stand back up but find your movement halted.

                                            >Diamond's arms are still around your neck and they're not letting go.

                                            >You pull back against them but she wrinkles her nose and groans a little while holding firm.

                                            >Damn it.

                                            "Diamond, sis, you gotta let me g-"

                                            >A sudden tug throws you off the little balance you had in this position and you find yourself tumbling forward.

                                            >Your hands go out to stop you while also avoiding her and by the end of it your vision is completely obscured.

                                            >The sweet and slightly salty smell assaults your nose.

                                            >Your face feels very warm.

                                            >You withdraw your head and find yourself just inches away from Diamond's chest.

                                            >Your whole body tenses up at the sight.

                                            >Diamond makes a small noise, something like a moan.

                                            >Her arms are now even tighter around your neck.

                                            >You can see two small bumps appear through the thin fabric her shirt is made of.

                                            >Oh lord, she wasn't wearing a...

                                            >"Don't..."

                                            >You turn away from her chest to look over to her face.

                                            >Diamond's face is slightly scrunched up, "Don't leave Anon... please..." she mutters under her breath.

                                            >You try to consider your options but find them all quickly snatched from you with one final tug from your sister.

                                            >To avoid crushing her completely you plant a knee into the edge of the bed and use it and your hands to support your weight.

                                            >You are about half straddled over Diamond's mostly asleep form.

                                            >She's pulling you down firmly with her arms but your lower half is still able to hover.

                                            >Diamond manages to bring you down close enough that you can feel her nose grazing your chest.

                                            >Her breaths blow down your shirt in hot puffs.

                                            >"Anon..." she mumbles into your chest.

                                            >She brings her face up to nuzzle you.

                                            >You concede to her sleepy demand and roll a little so you can lay down beside her.

                                            >She follows your movement and sort of oozes her way onto you.

                                            >By the end of it she's nestled happily into the crook of your arm with one of hers draped over your chest.

                                            >Her leg mirrors it and hooks the heel onto the calf of your opposite leg.

                                            >...You've now been completely body pillowed.

                                            >Diamond breathes a comfortable sigh, her warm breath tickles your neck.

                                            >You use your free arm to shove a pillow under your head and begin to relax.

                                            >Diamond shifts around a couple of times.

                                            >Turning her head every now and then.

                                            >Then eventually her body.

                                            >She drapes over half of herself onto you.

                                            >Her hand has managed to find it's way to your face.

                                            >It's not exactly uncomfortable physically but... that's the part that's uncomfortable to you.

                                            >Her fingers gently poke and prod your face.

                                            >At your eyebrow.

                                            >On your cheek.

                                            >Booping your nose.

                                            >Eventually they reach your lips.

                                            >She rubs your bottom lip with her thumb.

                                            >Diamond grumbles in her sleep.

                                            >She shifts around again, grabbing your shoulder with her other hand, you can feel her body slide up your own.

                                            >You feel a hot puff of breath on your face.

                                            >Your eyes open in time to catch the faintest glint of her crystal blue ones before they close lightly and her lips press against yours.

                                            >She moans quietly, the rumble in her through carries through her lips ticking yours.

                                            >It takes a second to truly register what is happening but once you have you act immediately.

                                            >Your hands come up and-

                                            >And they...

                                            >She breathes in and out through her nose while her lips press and slide over yours.

                                            >You can feel her heart beating in her chest, it's practically racing.

                                            >And...

                                            >Her hair drapes around your face, tickling you all over.

                                            >Your hands they...

                                            >One hand buries into her wild mess of hair, until your fingertips are touching her scalp.

                                            >The other cups her cheek, your thumb gently rubs her jawline.

                                            >She purrs with pleasure, sending the rumbling of her throat directly into your mouth.

                                            >You can feel her begin to bear down on you.

                                            >She slides more of her body onto you.

                                            >Her small tongue has managed to weasel it's way into your mouth with only the slightest bit of coaxing.

                                            >You can taste the rich toffee taste of her mouth on your tongue.

                                            >It's sweeter than any candy you've ever tasted.

                                            >Her hands comb through your hair, getting a handful before gripping it tightly.

                                            >She pulls your face harder into hers.

                                            >You feel a sharp pain on your chest as her nails dig in that offsets the pleasure of her lips and her hips.

                                            >This sudden dichotomy rocks your brain back into alertness.

                                            >You remove your hands from where they were and firmly grab her shoulders and push her off of you.

                                            >Your lips part from hers with a wet pop.

                                            >Her eyes dart open with shock and a startled gasp comes from her mouth.

                                            >"Anon! Wha-" is all she can get out before being reduced only to heavily panted breaths.

                                            >Oh for the love of-

                                            >This is your SISTER.

                                            >Not only should that be more than enough.

                                            >She's also still drunk.

                                            "Diamond... fuck I'm so..." you get out between your own heavy breaths.

                                            >You roll her off of you and start to get up but are grabbed firmly by the arm.

                                            >You turn to face your sister her eyes burn with a deep yearning.

                                            >"Please... don't leave Anon, I'm sorry I- stay with me tonight. Please." she pleads with you, her voice just barely above a whisper.

                                            >You shouldn't.

                                            >You know that you shouldn't.

                                            >What just happened is a clear indication that you shouldn't.

                                            >But the look in her eyes convinced you before she even started talking.

                                            >You slip back into the bed.

                                            >Diamond quickly takes your hand in hers and clasps both of her hands around them.

                                            >She tugs at you lightly, pulling you onto your side to which she settles herself in front of you.

                                            >She brings her hands, and by extension yours, up to her chest.

                                            >Diamond keeps her body close enough that you can feel her body heat radiating onto you but far enough that you can only feel that.

                                            >"Anon I'm... I'm sorry. I love you" she whispers.

                                            >You let those words hang in the air while you reflect on things.

                                            >After getting nowhere with your thoughts you speak to the only certainty you do have.

                                            "I love you too Diamond."


                                            >Come morning you woke up bright and early.

                                            >Diamond was sleeping peacefully in front of you, you could feel her chest rise and fall with your hand still being clasped up inside of both of hers.

                                            >You managed to wiggle yourself free and leave her sleeping.

                                            >She only put up a protest when you were getting your hand back but it was heavily weakened by the alcohol from last night.

                                            >You left a note and your present to Diamond on her dresser as well as a second note and a sizable tip to the cleaning ladies who were due to arrive shortly after you had left.

                                            >The flight back wasn't eventful in and of itself, all the eventing that happened all occurred inside your head.

                                            >You had struggled with the words in your note to Diamond.

                                            >They weren't sufficient, an entire book wouldn't have been sufficient for you had done.

                                            >But you tried to make a few things clear.

                                            >You loved her dearly, no matter what.

                                            >She is the only real thing you have in life and you would do anything to keep it that way which is why you had to leave, to keep from putting that further in jeopardy.

                                            >And that if she could find it in her heart to forgive him, to send a response.

                                            >You check your phone for the thirty-first time today.

                                            >Still nothing.

                                            >No emails.

                                            >No phone calls.

                                            >No text.

                                            >Not a single blip on any social media.

                                            >You let it drop with a sigh.

                                            >It's only been a few days, you're still beating yourself up over it, how could you expect her to forgive already.

                                            >The doorbell for your delivery rings.

                                            >You rise with a grunt and walk towards the front door with your wallet in hand.

                                            >Still though, each day that passes only makes your stomach twist up more.

                                            >You can't believe you're so stupid-

                                            >"Anon!"

                                            >You jump and drop your wallet to the floor.

                                            >Looking up a pair of slender legs and wth form fitting capris, up a designer low cut t-shirt with a bright pink cloth jacket on but not buttoned up, further up to a pair of piercingly blue eyes strands your sister.

                                            >And behind her is a bag of luggage with two more behind it.

                                            >You realize that your jaw is having open and quickly snap it shut.

                                            "Guh-" is the first thing out of your mouth, the second is "Y-you're not Chinese."

                                            >She sneers, "Uh, no... Ooh! But you better have gotten some egg rolls, I didn't eat on the flight over" she chirps, wheeling in one bag past you.

                                            >You turn your head to follow her, "Get the other two bags would you bro?"

                                            >You do as she asks and wheel them into the living room where Diamond is glancing around.

                                            >She whistles, "This place is going to need some SERIOUS remodeling."

                                            >You walk over to your sister.

                                            "Gah- buh- Wha- Diamond!"

                                            >"Yes big bro?" she coos, clasping her hands together and fluttering her eyelashes.

                                            "What're are you doing here?!"

                                            >"I'd figure that was obvious Anon..." she goads, Diamond snaps the handle to her luggage down shut, "I'm responding."

                                            "I'm sorry... what?"

                                            >"I'm tired of the fakeness too Anon, I- I want something real..." she steps closer to you and places one hand on your hip, the other on your chest.

                                            >Her eyes seems to shimmer as they look up into yours, "I want you. That's my response."

                                            "Diamond I..."

                                            >"I know this is really sudden, I just saw the chance that you might want the same thing I do and so I... jumped for it. Maybe I can stay in the guest room if you think you can't-"

                                            "No I- I mean maybe, I don't- Ugh..."

                                            >You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

                                            >A gentle warmth presses against your core.

                                            >Opening your eyes and looking down you see the top of Diamond's head.

                                            >"I love you Anon... no matter what you say."

                                            "I..."

                                            >You put a hand on top of her head, she looks up at you while her chin digs into your chest.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            "Okay..."

                                            >"Okay?"

                                            "Okay." you respond a little more confidently.

                                            >Diamond's eyes twinkle, her lips widen to reveal a set of pearly whites while a faint squeal emanates from your little sister.

                                            >She breaks the embrace and bunny hops over to her luggage.

                                            >She stops and visibly tenses up.

                                            "Diamond?"

                                            >Slowly and stiffly she turns around.

                                            "Oh... I forgot to mention."

                                            >You furrow your brow.

                                            "Forgot to mention what?"

                                            >"Well... I said I jumped at the chance for some realness right?"

                                            "Yeah..."

                                            >"Uh, you think we'll figure out 'us' by the end of the month?"

                                            "Why?"

                                            >"Because... Silver mgrgrgr."

                                            "Diamond."

                                            >She hisses, "Because Silver Spoon is moving in too?" she squeaks.

                                            "Diamond-!"

                                            >She holds up her hands defensively "I know, I know! Sudden... but it's okay, she's totally fine with us."

                                            "She's what?! How would she even know about-"

                                            >Diamond's giving you a very uncomfortable smile.

                                            "You two made up."

                                            >"Yeah we made up."

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >"So... you did order egg rolls right?" she asks meekly.

                                            >You glare at your sister.

                                            >She shrinks under your gaze.

                                            >You cave almost immediately and a very small smile spreads on your face.

                                            "Yeah, I ordered eggrolls."