Fiction: Excerpt From "King of Ramona"

Notes: A commissioned story. MF, MD, MC, incest. If you'd like to commission a story, please e-mail me. 

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Eric woke up to his alarm on his iPod and rolled out of bed. He was prone to hitting snooze ten times in a row until he had just enough time to slip into worn clothes and jump down the stairs on his way to school. This morning, though, he grabbed his SAT practice test book and tried a few tests, hoping to discover a hint of his new genius. He was disappointed to find the tests difficult. Not impossible, not as scary and overwhelming as they had been two weeks ago, but not as easy as he’d expected.

He flipped through the book to the end and looked up the answers, comparing them to his bubbled sheet. Higher than last time. So maybe the intelligence grows on you, Eric thought, maybe equality takes time.

He had started on another one when he first became aware of the noises coming from the other side of the wall. He realized he was hearing her masturbate. Eric had never heard Ramona do anything like that before. He found the sounds both stirring and disturbing. He slipped a hand down his underwear and started to stroke himself. She was making little muffled “oh!” noises that started to go up in pitch and frequency. Eric’s hand went faster. The noises and his own silent masturbation stopped when their mom knocked on Ramona’s door.

“Ramona?” their mother called, “Sweetie, you don’t want to be late for class!”

Oh my God, Eric thought, I bet mom heard Ramona making all that noise! I wonder if she’ll get in trouble. He pursed his lips in derision. If so, it’ll be the first time ever.

The sounds coming from his sister’s room were now frantic thumping noises as she opened and closed dresser drawers and closet doors. Eric kept a grip on his hard-on while he listened. He couldn’t recall Ramona ever being late for school. He was fascinated and excited by the humiliation he imagined she must be feeling.

He heard her walk across her room so he, too walked to his door and cracked it open in time to peek out and see his sister fly out and almost run in to their mother.

“Are you alright, Ramona?” their mother asked. Ramona paused and looked in her direction, her eyes on the hallway floor. Her face was flushed, her hair unbrushed. Eric took vindictive pleasure in how obvious her distress was. He knew, too, from being interrupted himself, that she was still horny. Ramona the Perfect, Ramona the Genius, was late, disheveled, and horny.

“I-- I’m fine, mom,” Ramona stammered before continuing down the hall and thumping down the stairs. Eric watched his mom, the confusion and concern on her face, and his cock gave a little leap in his hand. He silently closed the door, locked it, and masturbated to the look on his sister’s face, her magnificent, red cheeks. He imagined that same look on her face as she went down on him; she would be so horny, she would be making those little sounds, but they’d be muffled by his dick, she would be looking up at him, impressed by his intelligence, his mastery of her. He came while thinking of how nice it would be to mess up her hair, grabbing and pulling at it, while he fucked her face.