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Date: Tue, 09 Oct 2007 13:10:02 -0400
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A Discussion of Form and Style, by Unlucky (Part 1)

NOTE: I posted these about a year ago. It was the piece that got the 
most feedback by far. I'm looking to start writing dirty stories again 
and I need push in the right direction. Any ideas? Any writing exercises 
or challenges? dr.unlucky@gmail.com or take it to ASSD.

Part 1 - Homecoming

Sara (with no H) waited at her attic window like a puppy waiting for its 
owners to come home.  From outside the two-story townhouse all you could 
see were a pair of glasses and a pair of pigtails peeking out of a 
narrow window.  When the dirty yellow taxi pulled up those pigtails 
turned into a jumping screaming laughing monster.

David could hear the machinegun thumping of his sister running down a 
fight of stairs just as his mother opened the door.

His father came out first and held out his hand to shake.  "Hey, David! 
Welcome..." but his father's greeting was silenced as he was pushed 
aside to let out a multicolored teenager who tackled the tall young man 
who had just exited the cab.

"DAVID!" Sara shrieked.  She half hugged and half sat on him as he tried 
in vain to hold on to his suitcases.

Their father just smirked and shook his head.  "Call me crazy, but I 
think she missed you," he said as he watched his daughter's face go from 
pure glee to pure anger.

"How come you don't call me?!  How come you don't answer my email?  How 
come you never come on AIM?" she asked her prone brother, punctuating 
each question with a punch on his arm.

"Ok, ok, sorry.  Can I at least get into the house before the homecoming 
interrogation starts?" David asked, trying to dislodge himself from 
under his sister.

Sarah was 16, short and holding on to more than a little baby fat.  She 
wore a wild array of clothing; multicolored converse sneakers, pink and 
black striped knee high socks, a gray schoolgirl type skirt, and black 
t-shirt with the letter "i" then a picture of a metal screw and then a 
picture of a 50's style sci-fi robot.  She had a dozen bangles around 
each wrist and a black satin choker.  Her glasses were thick and framed 
in purple.  Her hair was mousy brown, but had streaks of blue in it.  It 
was pulled into two rather short and stubby pigtails.

She smiled and stood and grabbed her brother's hand trying to pull him 
up.  David smiled and groaned as he stood.

At 20, David stood about 6'1"; he was thin and clean cut, with brown 
hair and glasses.  A bit of a geek, but these days there was a certain 
chic to being nerdy.  He had just finished his junior year of college 
and it was his first time home since the summer before his Freshman year.

He let his sister pull him into the house and he deposited his suitcases 
near the stairs.

*

David and Sara sat in the living room with their mother and father and 
caught up.  David told them about taking a hundred classes and having to 
write a thousand papers and how it would all get worse after he 
graduated because then he would be working on his Master's.

Sara told David all about High School and how she was obsessed with 
Japanese animation and culture and Harry Potter and various other 
popular things David had hardly heard of.

Their parents talked about their jobs and their lives and how Sara had 
been worrying them because of all the time she spent on the computer.

"Well, I did too." David remarked.

"Yes, but you also had a job every summer and got into a great college 
and you are going to be an English teacher...  your sister's ambitions 
are less academic." Their father said with a frown.

"Oh, Sara what do you want to be when you grow up?"

Sara shrugged.  "A fireman, fairy princess, astronaut cowboy?"

Everyone laughed.

"Well you talk some sense into her while we go shopping." Their mother 
suggested and patted David on the back.

David nodded.  "Ok, but just remember I'm making dinner.  I'll start on 
the sauce while you guys are out.  Maybe it'll inspire Sara to become a 
chef or something."

*

In the kitchen David started gathering produce and took out a large 
knife.  Sara watched from the door and seemed to be a little nervous now 
that their parents were gone.

"Yeah, so I wanted to talk to you about something now that mom and dad 
are gone." Sara said nervously.

David put an onion on the cutting board and looked at his sister with 
concern.  "Anything serious?"

She shrugged.

"Not really.  I mean, nothing bad.  Well...  kind of bad.  You see...  I 
did something that might make you mad."

David wrinkled his eyebrows.  "Something that might make me mad?"

"Yeah."

David couldn't imagine anything that she could have done.  Anything of 
value in his room he had taken with him to college except for his old 
computer, but everything on it had been copied to his laptop.  Sara 
stood there leaning against the refrigerator, her brown and blue hair in 
pigtails. She wore one of David's old hooded sweatshirts with their High 
School logo on it.  The arms were way too long and just hung down past 
her hands.  She pulled on one of the long arms and stared at the floor.

"I read your stories."

He stopped chopping the onion, but didn't look up.

"Which stories?"

She smiled at the floor.

"Well...  the first summer you didn't come home I decided to take over 
your room.  I always heard you typing in there, on that old computer...  
I wanted to see what you were always doing."

David put down the knife.

"You know I write stories.  I've shown you a bunch of them."

He cleaned off his hands on a towel and turned to the window above the sink.

"Yeah...  I wanted to read more.  I liked your stories, especially the 
science fictiony ones..."

David turned on the faucet and started rinsing off a plate.

"So I looked around your room and I turned on your computer and it was 
empty.  I guess you deleted all of your important stuff...  but I looked 
at your browser and I saw you had all these links in your history...  
story webpages...  I saw the same screen name over and over again and so 
I wrote it down and I did a search for that screen name."

Silence.

"You taught me how.  Remember?  That time you were looking for links 
about somebody in your class in high school and you showed me how to 
google them..."

"You shouldn't have done that, Sara."

She sighed.  She slipped down the refrigerator until she was sitting on 
the floor, the sweatshirt covering her legs completely.

"So I found all these stories...  and I could kind of tell that they 
were your stories, but they were different.  They weren't like the space 
stories you showed me when I was a kid.  They were all in some place 
called ASSM."

He didn't turn around.

"That was private."

"I thought Ass-Em?  What the hell could that be?  So I looked.  The 
first story was called 'Tomboy' and it was very different.  I liked it 
right away.  It was completely different from your other stories.  It 
wasn't science fiction or horror.  It was really moody and beautiful.  
It was about a girl who was an artist.  And she drew a picture of her 
father... and it took me about a page to realize what was happening."

David looked angry.  "I know what it was about.  You shouldn't have read 
that."

"I know.  I'm sorry.  But remember that time we had that talk and you 
were like 'Some people are just naturally curious, they are 
insatiable...' yeah well that's us, right?"

"That wasn't..." he struggled for the right word, "appropriate."

She let out a little laugh.

"Not appropriate?  Come on.  I didn't tell anyone...  you would have 
done it too.  Remember that time you broke into the abandoned house at 
the end of Rocky Road?  Or that time you got a hold of Grandma's old 
diaries?"

David sighed.

"When did you get so fucking...  smart."

Silence again.

"Anyway...  I have read stuff like that before.  I mean, not exactly 
like that...  but"

David finally turned around.

"When?"

She smiled at him.

"Have you seen my room?  Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, all 
that Manga and Anime."

He stared blankly.

"Have ever heard of fan fiction?  Slash?  Have you ever heard of Hentai? 
Yaoi?" David shook his head.

"You read...  slash?  Like stories about Harry Potter having sex... with..."

She smiled brightly.

"Draco!  And Ron and Snape and also Ginny and Hermione and pretty much 
everybody.  And I don't just read them, I write them."

He let out a little laugh and shook his head.  It was funny, but knowing 
that made things a lot less uncomfortable.

"Well...  once I read the 20 stories...  I wanted more, but you stopped 
posting when you went away to college."

He looked stunned.

"You read 20 of my stories?  You're 16!  Your not supposed to be reading 
that!  I mean..."

He tried to remember exactly what stories were on there and cringed.

"There was a lot of...  really...  um...  inappropriate stuff on there. 
You didn't read..."

"The stories about the brother and sister?"

He blushed and stammered.

"They are just stories."

She let out a loud laugh.

"I know they're stories, stupid."

David tried not to look at her.  He was embarrassed, he was more than a 
little turned on but that made him guilty.  Some part of him had always 
feared this.  He was a sexual person, very sexual.  He was a curious 
person, too.  He had always tried to put that side of himself far away 
when dealing with his sister.  She was smart and sweet and innocent...  
well at least when she was younger.

Now she sat on the floor with her knees drawn to her chest and his 
oversized sweatshirt over her and her pigtails and it was becoming one 
of his stories, with weird sexual tension and guilt and the secrets.

She caught his eye.  They locked.  He realized how old she was then.

"I like the dirtier ones."

He looked away.

"It is like...  in Harry Potter you have the twins and there is all this 
fiction online and they do it.  The twins.  And then there is Ron and 
his little sister...  and some of the stories are like what you write 
only different.  In those stories it is all happy and it is almost like 
they are not really brother and sister, that is just a...  inconvenience."

David poured himself a glass of water from the tap.

"In your stories it is all dark.  Like the stories about the tomboy and 
her father.  That is my favorite story.  It is soooo dirty.  The way she 
watches her father from the closet and she.."

David choked a little on his water.

"What?" she said feigning innocence.

"It's not cool...  us talking about this."

The front door of the house opened and both of them slipped into 
silence. David's face was red and so was Sara's.  Then didn't look at 
each other as their parents walked in.

"Why is it so quiet in here?  are you still pestering him with questions 
about college life Sara?"

Their father was a tall and heavyset guy.  He had a good sense of humor, 
though he was a lot more old fashioned then the rest of the family.  
Their mother shooed Sara away from the refrigerator and started putting 
away the groceries they had just brought in.

"Say, David.  Why don't you go take a look at Sara's printer?  She 
thinks she is so smart ever since she fixed my laptop, but she took 
apart that printer and it hasn't worked right since." Their father said 
while loading the cupboard with cans.

Sara looked at her brother and grinned wickedly.

"Yeah big brother, come help me with my printer." she said jumping up 
off the floor and grabbing David's hand.

She practically pulled him up the stairs, the whole time he tried to 
clear his mind of all this sex talk.  Still, looking up at her knee high 
striped socks and her short skirt and that patch of leg between

the two was hitting him hard.  He had to be the adult; he had to 
maintain control.

"So this is my room."

She let go of his hand and dove into her bed.  He looked around the now 
unfamiliar room of his sister.  When he left three years ago she was 13 
and still had a big purple room full of teddy bears and unicorns.  Now 
the walls were covered in vivid glossy posters of Japanese cartoon 
posters of effeminate elflike characters wielding huge swords and 
glowing balls of magic.  Her desk was a pile of papers and books and 
comics covering an old PC that was covered in stickers.

"The printer is toast, don't bother.  I was trying to fix it but I ended 
up completely destroying it.  It costs more to buy ink for it than 
buying a new printer, anyway." She sighed, laying on her bed and 
watching him.

"So listen...  you didn't tell anyone about..."

She cut him off.  "Of course not, I'm not stupid."

Then there was a pause.

"But I have commented on your stories on the newsgroups."

David swallowed hard and tried to remember who had commented on his 
stories lately.  He hadn't posted very much since he had been in school. 
He had too much work to do, too many classes and papers and in the 
summer too much work and too many parties.

"BeatLoveDown." She said simply.

"What?"

"That's my screen name.  Beat Love Down.  I commented, but you haven't 
replied.  Well, you sent one 'thanks' when I wrote how much I liked your 
stories." She shrugged.

"Beat love down?  Like...  Romeo and Juliet?"

She looked at him and smiled brightly.  She laughed a little and for 
some reason blushed red.

"You're the first person who ever got that." She said kind of shyly.

"Mercutio- 'If love be rough with you, be rough with love.  Prick love 
for pricking, and you beat love down.'" he recited.

She giggled and nodded vigorously.

"Well, I am going to be an English teacher."

She eyed him hungrily now and it made him very nervous.

Suddenly a voice from downstairs.  "David, are you going to make us 
dinner or should I just order a pizza?"

David swallowed.

"We'll continue this talk later."

She nodded.

"I hope so."

*

Dinner went well.  David made pasta and everyone enjoyed it.  Sara was 
curiously silent and that left time for their parents to find out all 
about school, all about David's plans for his Masters work after 
graduation and all about his girlfriend who had dumped him a few months ago.

"Her name was Alexis and she was a psych major.  I should have known it 
was doomed from the start.  People major in psychology so they can try 
to solve their own problems." David mused, bitter but not angry.

Sara cleared her throat.

"Did she like your stories?"

David face turned pale.

David father brightened.  "Yes, David have you been writing more?  I 
know that magazine published your robot story last year.  Any other bites?"

"Oh..  n..  no bites.  I've been studying too much to do any writing 
lately."

David mother stood and patted him on the shoulder and then took his plate.

"That's ok dear.  You have all summer to work on writing."

Sara watched her brother with a wicked look in her eyes.

"Yeah.  It's going to be a long summer full of writing, right David?" 
Sara said licking her lips.

David frowned.

*

After dinner Sara ran off to her room.  David sat in the living room 
thinking and then after a bit he went up to have a talk with his sister.

He knocked twice and waited.  She opened the door and smiled, but 
frowned when she saw his face.  David come in and closed the door behind 
him.

"I'm your brother and you love me, right?"

She nodded, a look of concern on her face.

"So...  I'm asking you as your brother to cut it out with this weird 
flirting thing.  I get that you read my stories and that you read other 
stories about sex and that's fine...  well it isn't fine, but there's 
nothing I can do about it, so I want to just move on."

"I love you and I care about you and when you talk about sexual stuff 
with me and talk about my stories it makes me very uncomfortable.  My 
stories are part of my personal life and they are separate from you and 
my family life, understand?"

She nodded.  She was about to say something, then stopped herself.

"Sara, I know you are growing up and when I was your age I was thinking 
about this kind of stuff, but just remember that people write about 
fantasies and they aren't always real desires...  they are just 
explorations...  I mean..."

Sara looked away from her brother.

"I get it...  just because you write stories about incest doesn't mean 
it is something you fantasize about."

He nodded.

"It's just a...  taboo thing.  It's an element of the forbidden that 
makes it...  just dirtier and more shocking."

She nodded.

"I understand that...  and I'm sorry if I got weird...  but..." She 
tried to figure out how to word her question.

"Maybe sometime we could talk about the writing a little...  I mean if 
it grossed you out then we could stop, but I have stories I wrote and I 
just want to show them to someone...  I am not sure about posting them 
online."

David swallowed.  As much as reading his sister's stories about sex made 
him feel really strange and guilty (and completely turned on) the idea 
of her posting them online and talking to a lot of adult strangers about 
sex made him even more uneasy.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes.

"Ok, but...  not for a while, ok?  And...  we will just do it online... 
I mean we will only talk about the stories online, ok?"

She smiled and hopped up and down a little.

"Ok, I promise!  I will wait and only online." Then she ran over to him 
and hugged him hard.  He hugged her back awkwardly, patting her on the 
back and trying desperately to make the erection he had go away.

He got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach about the whole situation.

END of PART 1

Note: Thanks to Zen Master for the tough but fair editing.  I needed to 
get this story out quickly because it has been sitting in my brain and 
taunting me for the last week.  This was my first big story, so feedback 
would be really appreciated.

dr.unlucky@gmail.com | asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/unlucky/www

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