Brother Red reporting in. Sorry for the delay. My ride back to school was delayed a bit. I'll be editing this largely as I post it, but it's all written. It just needs a critical eye on my part.
24 parts, yet again. Although that may change if some parts are too big, and need to be split. The title to this section, although appropriate, is subject to change. It's a little too easy.
I'll post as fast I can while I do final edits. I know this is horribly late for some people, and I appreciate those who stay up for it. Please keep this bumped as needed with wincest captions, greentext, screencaps, spiderman, whatever. As always, comments are appreciated. Thanks.
Zoe’s Story: Part 9
>Wake up to my alarm the next morning.
>Drag my ass out of bed and into the shower.
>I can tell Zoe has already showered.
>She needs more time to get ready, and her school starts before mine.
>Plus, she has a longer trip than me via bus.
>I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, then head back to my room to get dressed.
>I head downstairs for some breakfast.
>Mom’s already got it ready.
>Just some cereal, toast, bacon, and juice.
>Mom generally doesn’t do much for breakfast on weekdays.
>I notice Zoe isn’t downstairs.
>It’s kind of strange, since she’s usually starving in the morning.
>Still, I figure she’s just running late, and sit down to eat.
>Mom apparently doesn’t think too much of it either.
>She eats some grapefruit and some cereal.
>Our normal rule of waiting until everyone is seated until eating is suspended on school days.
>Eat in silence for a few minutes.
>Neither mom nor me are morning people, unlike Zoe.
>Speaking of which, where is she?
It's good to be back. Sorry I'm late to the party. It was good to go home, though.
>Finally Zoe comes down the stairs.
>Walking down them, not running like she normally would.
>She walks over slowly and sits down at the table.
>Picks up some toast, starts nibbling at it.
>Alarm bells start going off.
>Zoe didn’t go straight for the bacon.
>Mom looks at Zoe, noticing the same thing.
>”Honey, are you okay?”
>Zoe sets the piece of toast she was eating down on her plate.
>”I’m not feeling well.”
>Zoe is generally pretty healthy.
>As in almost never sick.
>Mom stands up, goes over to Zoe.
>She puts her hand on Zoe’s forehead.
>”You don’t feel warm.”
>Still, she looks concerned.
>Zoe is her baby, after all.
>”What’s the matter, baby?” she asks.
>Zoe picks up her toast, takes another bite before answering.
>”I got my period.”
Minus 90%+ of the freckles, and with shorter and with a different shade of hair, that kind of looks like Zoe.
Going good Joe. Glad to be back on /b/, but missing home already.
You seem to have a good idea of Zoe's general appearance by now.
>Then I look around, to make sure I didn’t say that aloud.
>Apparently I didn’t, as neither of them look my way.
>That’s a good thing.
>Mom would be suspicious.
>Zoe might not take it the right way, even after our talk.
>I keep eating, pretending to ignore the conversation.
>I do that a lot when the talk turns to woman stuff.
>”Oh,” Mom says, glancing my way.
>She’s always kind of reluctant to talk female biology with Zoe while I’m around.
>”I feel a little sick, and I’ve got cramps again,” Zoe says, her hand over her stomach.
>”Again?” Mom looks a little surprised, but sympathetic.
>Zoe nods. “Like last month.
>Mom makes sympathetic mom sounds.
>”Oh, Zoey, you should have told me you were having problems.”
>Zoe shrugs. “I thought I was just sick last month.”
>”Well, we see the doctor tomorrow. Can you get by until then?”
>Mom smiles gently at Zoe.
>”Let me get you something that will help for now.”
>She looks down at Zoe’s plate of bacon and toast.
>She transfers the bacon to my plate.
>”Here, Anon. Don’t let this go to waste.”
>Mom turns and walks into the living room to get her purse.
>As soon as Mom turns away, Zoe grabs two strips of bacon off of my plate.
>She crams them into her mouth, chewing quickly.
>”You aren’t sick?” I whisper to her.
>She shakes her head, grabbing another piece and stuffing her face.
>”But… you did get your period?” I ask, trying to keep my voice neutral.
>Zoe nods, washing down the bacon with some apple juice.
>Whew. I was worried she had been making that part up.
>Mom is rummaging through her purse now in the living room.
>”This is how my friend got on the pill,” Zoe whispers to me.
>”Except she actually had cramps and stuff.”
>Zoe’s finished the pieces of her bacon Mom had moved onto my plate.
>Now she’s grabbing my share of bacon, too.
>Even before she was letting me have sex with her, I probably would have allowed it.
>Now that we are screwing, and after finding out she wasn’t pregnant, I’d kill a pig for her and smoke it myself.
>Mom starts walking back from the living room.
>Zoe hears her coming up behind her, and swallows the last mouthful of food she has.