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Fucking my S*s

Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: jacobjancsurak, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

keep. Fortunately my s****r did show up before too long so I wasn't waiting around on my own. She hadn't dressed for the day yet and was still in her nightshirt and bare legs. She perked up instantly when she noticed what I was up to. "You made pancakes?" she said. "I didn't even know you knew how." "Mom made them," I said. "I'm just cooking them. She went back to bed." "Oh." Monica frowned for a second as she caught some of the subtext. "Well thank you anyway." She grabbed a plate and helped herself to a couple already done pancakes as well as the syrup out of the fridge before sitting down at the table. "It might not actually be such a bad idea for us to do more cooking you know?" she said as she poured some syrup on her plate. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" "Well just 'cause things are getting a little, you know, chaotic around here." "You might be right, but you know my talents in that area are limited." "That's okay, I can teach you some stuff. You're not going to have someone to look after you forever you know, you'll have to learn someday." "If you say so." **** When I got home that evening nothing seemed any different at first from when I left. It wasn't until I found Monica in the kitchen that I knew something had happened. There were some opened cans on the counter and evidence of supper being started, but then left unfinished. My s****r was sitting on the floor against one of the cupboards hugging her knees and staring vacantly at the floor. She looked about ready to cry ... any second. "So, uh, what's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral and wait to see what her response was. "Was gonna make supper," she said. "Dad was back and he and mom were talking, thought maybe he was gonna stay. We could've all been together and everything. Then he left. Angry. Haven't seen mom yet, she might have locked herself in her room again." "Dammit," I said quietly, more to myself than to Monica. I was really losing patience with our parents. They needed to work something out to stop their problems being our problems. We shouldn't have to constantly deal with this, especially Monica who definitely wasn't taking it well. Within a couple of seconds I reached a decision. "Come on," I said. "Let's go." I held out my hand to help her up and she took it with a bit of hesitation. "Go where?" she asked. "Anywhere. Somewhere that's not here. We'll go eat and then maybe come back, or maybe not. I don't know." Monica tilted her head slightly as she stood, then shrugged. "Okay," she said. I led her back out to my car that I'd only stepped out of a few minutes ago and started driving, not entirely sure where I was going. She mostly stared out the window and didn't say anything without prodding. "So anywhere you want to go?" I asked. "I'unno," she said. "Doesn't really matter." "Exactly, it doesn't matter. So we may as well go somewhere you want to." She turned toward me for a moment with her vaguely sad expression fading to one of thoughtfulness. "Do you remember ...