Author's Note: This is my attempt at writing incestuous SerahxLightning. I'd appreciate any and all feedback you can offer since this is new territory I'm venturing into here.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all of its respective trademark property is owned by Square Enix. I don't own a thing.

Serah Farron sat at the kitchen table. She was nursing a cup of Earl Grey tea. It was her favourite drink and she always enjoyed it. She often liked to brew a pot whenever she found herself having some free time during the day. Raising the cup to her lips and taking a small sip of the hot beverage, she exhaled a sigh before setting it back down. As the liquid made its way down her throat, she remembered just why she liked it so much. Of course she couldn't drink it all day every day though – her head would probably start bouncing off the walls for the amount of caffeine in her bloodstream. As the mental image of her jumping up and down like a crazed child pierced her mind, Serah's expression didn't lift. In fact, it made her just a little bit more melancholy. Ordinarily she would have chuckled at the thought before allowing the warm memory of bouncing on the sofa and her bed to fill her mind but she found herself being more burdened than usual. Her gaze was focused on the table in front of her but not looking at anything in particular. As she sat there drinking her tea, Serah tried to collect her thoughts. Unfortunately it was proving to be a much more troublesome endeavour than she'd anticipated. There was a time when she would have written in her diary or tried to catalogue her thoughts in an attempt to derive some kind of sense from them but that wasn't an option anymore. 'Mores the pity' she thought to herself solemnly. Oh, how she would have delighted in being able to turn to her most trusted confidant of childhood to help her during this time. But she couldn't risk it, for what was troubling her was something she daren't put into words. Her thoughts and feelings and emotions were like a jigsaw puzzle and every single piece was darting around inside her mind with the speed and ferocity of an angry hornet, frustrating her to no end. But as much as she wanted to, she didn't dare to put them into place for fear of what the completed picture would show her. To call it a conundrum would have been an understatement. So Serah simply sighed again before taking another sip of her tea.

Maybe if she tried to trace these feelings back to their source, it would help to relieve some of her mental discontent. Allowing her mind to wander, Serah thought back to the events that had surrounded these feelings. It had been over a year since she'd graduated from Eden University. It was strange how the strength of the memory made it seem like it had only been a little while ago in her conscious mind. Serah couldn't help but smirk at that thought. Memories were funny things. They could transport her back in time to any point in her life with anybody that she recalled. She remembered the celebration at completing all of her hard work to earn her teaching degree. She remembered how elated her felt at the sense of satisfaction, at having finished a task that she'd set her mind to years ago. Wearing her ceremonial robes and throwing her hat into the air, it had been one of the most joyous days of her life. The only thing that made it better was when Lightning and Snow came to her graduation ceremony. As she'd been up on stage receiving her honours, she looked into the crowd of attendees and seen the smiling faces of her sister and boyfriend. How it had raised her soul. When she'd come down and they'd both hugged her and congratulated her, Serah felt happy beyond description. It was the culmination of years of hard work that she could finally enjoy. For as long as she could remember, she'd dreamed of being a teacher. Being able to help forge the minds of the future and guide the young into maturity with grace and fortuity was something that she'd relished for as long as she could remember. Of course, she wasn't afraid to get tough if she had to. Kids needed a firm hand.

Shortly thereafter, she'd begun working as a teacher's assistant. For months now she'd been hard at work learning everything there was to know about the profession. Study was one thing but practical application was a world of its own, as she was learning day by day. Her instructor, a kindly lady by the name of Mrs. Sanders, had been courteous and helpful in a way that Serah couldn't begin to describe. Once she'd finished with her tenure, she planned to thank her properly for everything that she'd done for her.
Sipping her tea once again, Serah's thoughts began to drift elsewhere. Her working life was something that she derived great pleasure and satisfaction from. It also wasn't what was causing her inner turmoil. But the timeframe helped to match so it was a good place to start. Shortly after she'd graduated, Serah had moved back from her student accommodations at the university. Not living away meant that she was able to spend much more time with her family. Much to her delight, she found that she enjoyed seeing Lightning on a much more regular basis, even though her sister was frequently busy with work in the Guardian Corps. Snow delighted in having her around more often as well. Serah had lost count of the number of times they'd just walked along the beaches of Bodhum enjoying each other's company while basking in the warm light on the sun. It was right about then that things began to change. 'Or maybe it was me who changed' Serah thought to herself as she remembered what had set her down this road.

One day after getting home from work, Serah had decided to make some dinner for herself and Lightning. She was always the more domestic of the sisters and her cooking skills were testament to that. Lebreau used to joke about how Serah must have gotten the homemaking talent from their parents. She'd been in the kitchen nursing some stew when she'd heard the sound of the front door opening and clicking shut. Wiping her hands down on her apron, she'd gone to go and greet Lightning but what she saw was absolutely horrifying. Her sister was dressed in her customary GC uniform but her body was riddled with scars. Bringing her hand up to her mouth as she exhaled a gasp, Serah had noted that there were bandages adorning her sister's left leg that had been soaked through with blood. Her left arm was in a sling that was tied over her shoulder. There were traces of dried blood soaked into her hair. Her lip was cut and there were bruises all over the left hand side of her face. Serah could scarcely believe what she was seeing. She didn't dare to think of how much more was concealed under that uniform. Immediately dropping all pretence, she'd rushed over to her sister's side.
"Claire!" she'd cried out, not caring that she was using Lightning's real name. "What the hell happened!?" she'd asked, her voice dripping concern. She could see that her sister was a little uneasy on her feet and had offered her shoulder for her to hold onto.
"Patrol" her sister had replied curtly as she leaned some weight onto Serah's shoulder to help relieve some of the burden on her injured legs. "Behemoth attack" Lightning managed to get out as she grimaced in pain. She'd been on the outskirts of Bodhum with her unit patrolling for any wildlife encroachment when they'd been attacked by the feral beast. Unfortunately she'd suffered the worst during the attack for her refusal to yield to the beast. It had eventually fallen but before re-enforcements could arrive to take some of the heavy lifting. As a result she'd been gravely injured. Lightning had been taken back to base where her injuries were treated by the on-site medics. They'd insisted that she stay with them to recover but Lightning had obstinately refused, citing Serah's concern over her disappearance as justification for getting home as soon as possible. Of course she couldn't communicate the majority of this in the state that she was in.
"Alright, let's get you inside…." Serah had said before walking her in. Making their way to the living room sofa, Serah gently eased her sister down before rushing into the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit from underneath the sink. Returning a few moments later, she'd knelt down at her sister's side before opening the kit to re-dress her bandages. "I'm sorry" she uttered as she peeled off the old ones. Considering how soaked they were, her wounds must not have had much time to clot which meant that Lightning had made her way back home to her sister with little time to spare as soon as she'd been patched up. Serah had felt tears began to prick the edges of her eyes as she started to bandage her sister. That wasn't the first time she'd had to do so. In fact, lightning had even made sure to teach her how to properly dress a wound in case of just such an eventuality. She'd come home nursing minor injuries in the past but nothing that severe.
As she finished up the left leg, Serah stood before speaking. "Anywhere else?" she'd asked. Lightning managed to shake her head in response. Serah then went to the kitchen to fetch her sister a glass of water. Setting it down on the table in front of her, she returned the kit back to the bathroom before returning to Lightning's side. She'd stood there for a little while, not saying anything as she observed Lightning's arm. Feeling her gaze on her, Lightning opened her eyes and looked over to see what Serah was staring at. "Dislocated" she explained. "They re-set it after I got back to base." And so, Serah had taken a seat next to Lightning on the sofa and proceeded to address the elephant in the room. She knew this conversation would be difficult at the best of times but seeing as this was the worst occurrence so far, she'd decided to go for it. If there was once thing she'd been certain of at the time, it was that Serah never wanted to see Lightning come through the door looking like that again.
"How much longer are you going to keep doing this?" she asked. Lightning glanced over to the side to see the expression on her sister's face. She looked like she could burst into tears at any minute.
"We need the money" Lightning answered simply. She'd been supporting the both of them ever since their parents had passed away. Barely at school-leaving age at the time, Lightning had entered the GC to earn enough money to keep them from being taken into care.
"Not for much longer" Serah said matter-of-factly. "Once I finish with my placement then I'll start earning a real wage and you can stop getting nearly killed" she implored. Somehow, Lightning had managed to smile when she heard that.
"You mean I can stop?" Lightning swallowed before speaking again. "Please Miss, I don't want to fight any more Behemoths" she joked.
"That's not funny" Serah deadpanned.
"I know" Lightning answered. "Just trying to lighten the mood." Humour was a good sign. Her sister's disposition seemed to be improving bit by bit.
"I know how important your career is to you Light" Serah said. "I'm not saying you should give it up. But at the very least you could put in for a desk job." She was almost begging her. Lightning nodded her head weakly. In the past she'd always fought Serah whenever she brought up the subject of how dangerous it was to be working for the GC on patrol. But this latest incident had done a remarkable job of shifting her position on that front. Serah reached down to take the glass of water and bring it to Lightning for her to drink. Once she finished the cool liquid, Lighting exhaled. "I've got some food on the go" Serah said. "It'll be ready in a while. But first you need some rest. Don't you dare fight me on this" she said sternly. Lightning wasn't in much of a state to argue so she went along with it. In truth, she probably would have done the same thing if Serah wasn't here. "Alright, let's go Sergeant" Serah said as she helped her sister up.

Together they made their way upstairs. Opening the door, Serah helped her sister in before easing her down onto her bed. She'd started to turn around and walk out but that was when Lightning called out to her. Maybe that was the moment it all started to change. "Serah" Lightning said. "I need a hand getting changed" she said as she gestured down at her arm. Serah sighed when she heard her sister ask for her help.
"Sure" she said, not thinking about exactly what she had been asked to do. Going back over to her, Serah knelt down and started to take off her sister's boots. Undoing the clips, she pulled each of them off along with her socks. "So how long did they give you?" she asked in serious small-talk.
"Two weeks" Lightning answered as she wiggled her toes. Man, it felt good to get those off her feet. With her good hand, Lightning opened the clips of her jacket before pulling it off the left side of her body. Serah helped it off of the right side.
"I'd better not see you try to leave the house" Serah said icily.
"Not like this" Lightning half-joked as she pulled down the zipper of her sweater. As with the jacket, she took it off her left side as Serah helped her with the right. It was at that exact moment that Serah realized exactly what she was doing. She was undressing her sister. A blush began to creep onto her features as it hit her. Sure, they'd been semi-dressed around each other as kids and she'd seen her fair shares of bodies in the locker rooms at school. But this was different somehow. She tried to look at anything but Lightning as her sister undid the zips on her skirt. With an accelerated heartbeat, Serah reached down and helped Lightning to get it off. Tossing it into the pile of the clothes next to the bed, Serah had turned back to her sister and caught a glimpse of her in her undressed state. Her body was covered in injuries. Serah couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it. But she also noticed how well-developed her older sister was. Shaking her head slightly, she went over to her sister's wardrobe and retrieved a robe for her.
"Three hours uninterrupted bedrest. Then you come down for dinner" Serah instructed before exiting her sister's room. Then she'd gone back downstairs and gotten to work on her stew, trying hard to forget about the sight she'd just witnessed. Later on they ate without talking to each much other before saying goodnight.

Serah took another sip of her tea. If she had to pinpoint it, that was probably the moment that had planted the seed in her mind.

A few days after that nigh-harrowing occurrence, Serah was walking along the beach with Snow as they so often enjoyed doing. Her face wore an expression of concern laced with worry and Snow, being the intuitive and perceptive man that he was, could pick up on her feelings. Coming to a stop, he lowered his voice and spoke in a soft tone. "Hey Serah, what's wrong?" he asked out of concern for the beautiful girl. Serah wasn't especially inclined to discuss it and so was rather evasive in her response.
"It's n-nothing, don't worry about it" she said as she tried to pass over his concerns. She didn't want to think about the condition that she'd seen Lightning in for want of not turning into a shivering wreck. But Serah's welfare was Snow's number one priority and he wasn't about to just let this go since he could see it was troubling her.
"Hey…" he said as he took her chin in hand and raised her eyes up to meet his. "There's nothing more important to me than you. Something's bothering you and I want to help." She knew how persistent the man could be – it was one of his most endearing qualities but it could also be really frustrating at times. Taking a deep breath, Serah tried to steel herself as she recounted the events.
"Lightning…..came home from work a few days ago. And…..and she was covered in scars, Snow. Her shoulder was dislocated, there were bruises everywhere and I just….I almost fell apart when I saw her like that." When he saw how upset it was making Serah, he did the only thing he could – he took her in his arms and held her tightly. "Serah….." he whispered as he moved his hand up to stroke the top of her head in a reassuring gesture. He knew how important Lightning was to Serah so it came as little surprise to him that this was a source of major upset. As he held her on the beach, Snow spoke softly again. "Is there anything I can do?" The last thing that he wanted to do was drive a wedge between them or stick his nose in business where it wasn't welcome. Lightning had been warming up to him somewhat recently but that didn't mean he was just going to charge in like he usually did. Being with Serah had been good for him in that he'd learned a little self-restraint. She shook her head softly as she leaned her head against his chest, the sound of his beating heart filling her ears.
"It's okay. It just….threw me for a loop, that's all. We'll be okay." She said that while wishing profoundly that it was true. Of course she didn't mention how she'd seen her sister dressed in nothing but her undergarments. That was something she didn't intend on breathing to a soul. Then something quite unusual happened. For the briefest of moments, the wires in Serah's head began to cross. As the thought of Lightning's state of undress entered her mind, it entangled with the sensation of being held in Snow's arms and she momentarily envisioned being held by a half-naked Lightning. Her eyes went wide but as quickly as the image came, it had vanished. Not long after, Snow and Serah resumed their usual routine and heading to the Nora Café for dinner.

Serah continued sitting at the kitchen table sipping her tea. Recalling the sequential events in her conscious memory like this was actually helping her to gain some clarity. So she decided to continue with her little trip down memory lane.

The next event came a few weeks later. Lightning had since recovered from her injuries and was back at work, albeit on limited duty. They hadn't spoken about what had happened since she'd gone back to work and frankly, Serah was glad for it. The sooner those thoughts disappeared from her mind, the better. Like before, Serah had gotten home earlier than her sister and was sitting in the living room enjoying a book. Sometime later, Lightning arrived back home. When she heard the click of the door closing, Serah involuntarily swallowed a lump in her throat that had begun to form every time she heard her sister come home. "Serah, I'm back!" she heard her call out. Exhaling a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding in, Serah answered. "Welcome home Light." She heard her sister make her way into the lounge before plopping down onto the sofa next to her.
"Man, it's good to be home" Lightning said as he rubbed her hand on the crook of her neck. Being away from work for so long had meant that she was a little out of her game when she'd gotten back and so was finding it a little more physically taxing than normal. Serah looked over to the side and saw her rubbing her neck. So she put down her book and stood up before circling around to the back of the sofa. Then she put her hands on here either side of her sister's neck and began to rub. If anybody but her tried this, they'd probably get their lights punched out. Lightning just sighed and dropped her hands to her side before leaning back against the sofa. "How did you know this was what I needed?" she asked coyly.
"Intuition" Serah answered simply. She was no massage therapist, that was for sure but she had the ability to unwind those knots that Lightning accumulated over the course of a hard day's work. Naturally she didn't mind it – Serah loved helping Lightning to feel better. It was the least she could do considering all the lengths she went to at work for their mutual benefit. As her hands began to do their stuff, Lightning closed her eyes and emitted a low moan. "I swear your hands are magic" she said. "You ever get bored of teaching, you could making a fortune giving neck rubs at the GC" Lightning joked. Serah smiled at that. She liked how her sister always felt better when she was at home with her. As she settled into it, Serah could feel how smooth Lightning's skin was to the touch. How on Cocoon her sister managed to do that while working in the military was something Serah doubted she'd ever figure out. Maybe it was just natural. Changing her technique, Serah began to press her thumbs lightly into the crevice of Lightning's trapezoid muscles. She could feel there was a lot of tension there so she started to rub in circles to help alleviate it. Lightning's head was beginning to lull. "If you keep that up, I'm likely to fall asleep" Lightning warned.
"Almost finished" Serah said as she moved her area of focus towards the centre of her neck, still working out those knots. Her sister exhaled a loud sigh of contentment as he leaned her head forward a little to allow Serah to get a better angle.
A few minutes passed in silence as Serah continued to rub Lightning's neck. When she was finished, she said "All done" before bending down to kiss the top of Lightning's head. As she straightened back up, Serah found herself furrowing her brow. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd done that. Serah wasn't normally that affectionate with Lightning and more still, she hadn't actually made the decision to do that – it was completely spontaneous. That probably meant it just felt like the natural thing to do. But why she felt that way now and not before was something of a mystery. Even so, Lightning didn't seem to mind. "Thanks Serah. I'm gonna go take a shower" she said before heading upstairs to her room. Serah scratched the back of her head as her sister walked away and sat back down on the sofa before attempting to get back into her book. Then she realized that at that very moment, Lightning must have been in her room getting undressed. Feeling her cheeks darken at the thought, Serah rapidly shook her head from side to side in a physical attempt to dispel the thoughts that were accumulating there. But it was no good. 'Why the hell do I keep thinking these things?' she thought to herself. She tried to pick up where she left off but it was a futile effort – she found herself re-reading the same paragraph over and over again. Maybe a walk would help to clear her head…..

Serah swallowed a lump in her throat as she thought about the next event that had come after that one. Whether it was a genuine accident or whether it had been by some kind to unconscious design, she couldn't possibly say. Maybe it had been providence. Whatever it was, it had been enough to send her over the edge.

As per usual, Serah had come home before dropping off her things from work. Her little event with Lightning the week before had diminished from her conscious memory but it was still there in the back of her mind. She'd been hoping that her work would help to distract her but it hadn't worked as well as she'd hoped. Rubbing her bridge, Serah decided to go and take a shower. Her sister wouldn't be getting home for a while yet so she had the place to herself. She went up to her room and retrieved a bathrobe from the wardrobe. She then started to undress. Kicking off her shoes, she then took off her trousers and pulled her top off over head with a sigh. It felt nice to get out of those clothes after a long day. She then reached around to unhook her bra and toss it into the pile with the rest of her things. She should probably put those in the wash later. Pulling down her panties, she stood naked for a brief moment before re-dressing in her robe. She then went down the hall towards the bathroom.
When she opened the door, she was greeted with a sight she never expected to see. Lightning was standing there completely naked. Serah's eyes went wide and she gasped in shock. Lightning had a similar reaction. In the brief time it took for her to try and cover herself, Serah had seen Lightning's body. It was still showing some signs of scarring but she wasn't focused on that. No, it was the magnificence of her nudity that captivated her – the curvature of her bosom and the slender perfection of her hips. But she didn't have more than a second to admire them before she realized exactly what was happening. "Oh my god! Lightning, I'm so sorry!" Serah called out before she brought her hand in front of her eyes and looked down towards the ground before backing out the way she came with the door in tow. "I'm sorry, I…I didn't know you were home!" Serah called out, her cheeks crimson red.
"No, Serah it's, it's my fault – I should have locked the door. I'm sorry" Lightning called out, who had now gotten a towel wrapped around herself to try and preserve her decency. Serah just shook her head before pointing back down the hall, even though her sister could see the gesture she was making. "I'm just gonna go wait in my room" she said before beating a hasty retreat. Back in the sanctity of her room, Serah closed the door behind her before leaning back against it. She couldn't believe that just happened. What was worse still was how she'd actually checked out her sister, no matter how briefly it had been. "Oh god….." she bemoaned as she buried her face in her hands. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked the room. Silence was her only answer. For a second, Serah wished she'd gotten a response. But did she even want to hear it? Serah went to sit down on her bed as she waited for Lightning to finish up so she could take a shower.
Later on when they sat down to eat, neither one of them said a word to each other about what had happened. Serah was indescribably grateful for that – she didn't think she'd be able to handle the awkwardness.

Serah nodded her head as she finished her tea. Things had only gone downhill from that point on. She'd been unable to confide in Snow about what had been happening at home. In fact, there was nobody that she'd been able to talk to about it. So she'd had to bury it deep inside her and try to go about her daily routine as best she could. A few of the other teachers had commented about how she seemed to be distant at work but she'd just tried to pass it off as nothing major. 'Oh, it's nothing. I've just been having sexual thoughts about my sister. No biggie. I'm sure that'd go down a real treat' she'd thought to herself cynically.
Of course she tried to suppress her feelings. It hadn't been working. Even when she'd been with Snow, her thoughts kept floating back to her sister. Even when they made love, it wasn't enough to keep her from picturing Lightning. The first time that had happened, Serah had to ask Snow to stop for how ill it made her feel. He'd asked about her but she had to pass it off as nothing again. If this went on much longer, Serah felt like she was going to start pulling her hair out.
Then Serah thought about the day that she'd crossed over.

Lightning had called in the afternoon to let her know that she'd be working late. Serah told her that she'd leave some diner for her in the microwave to heat up when she got back. There was a part of her that was glad that she'd have an evening without having to see Lightning since it meant that she wouldn't have to deal with these feelings. However, that just made her feel guilty for wanting to avoid her sister because of her problems. She knew how much Lightning's disposition improved when they were together so it wasn't fair to keep her distance through no fault of her sister's. When she got home later that day, Serah went straight up to her room to lie down. She was nursing a headache and she could barely think straight. Her mental suppression was faltering and she couldn't bring herself to keep fighting it the rest of the day so Serah just rolled onto her back and decided to let the feelings and memories out. She thought about how smooth Lightning's skin was to the touch, about how she retained her femininity, about how her hair smelled when she got out of the shower, about how sexy she looked in her underwear. Serah lay there just thinking about Lightning. Before long she started to lose track of time. As the memory of her naked body came to mind, something happened. Serah hadn't expected it to happen and she wasn't fully able to grasp the implications behind it. As the image of Lightning's uncovered body took precedence in her thoughts, Serah found herself getting wet. It was just a little at first but when it happened, Serah looked down at herself wondering what the hell was wrong with her again. Even so, her arousal didn't subside. Letting her head fall back against the pillow in resignation, Serah thought 'The hell with it. Maybe it'll help.'

Then she started to slide her hand into her trousers. At first, she tried to think of Snow like she always did when she touched herself. His toned body and his muscles abs, his sexual prowess and his husky voice were usually enough to get in in the mood and right down to business. But it just wasn't working this time. But when Lightning came to mind, her touch became electric. 'This isn't right' she thought to herself as she began to work herself. In a strange moment of perversion, the thought of how wrong it was for Serah to touch herself when thinking of her big sister actually turned her on even more. Her fingers started to move faster as her breathing became more rapid. This wouldn't do – she needed more space. Not wanting to stop feeling good, Serah peeled off all of her clothes as quickly as she could and left them on the floor before she resumed her activity. That was better. She felt her arousal mounting as she continued her illicit motions. 'This is wrong. I shouldn't be enjoying this' she thought again. But once more, she attempts to reproach herself only succeeded in making her even hornier. Serah found herself craving Lightning's touch. Her rational mind and her logical senses were being overridden by primal lust and desire. She couldn't help herself. As much as she knew it would probably destroy their relationship, Serah wanted nothing more than for her sister to hold her, to touch her, to make her feel good.

If she later asked herself why she did what she did next, she wouldn't be able to give a good answer. Serah got up from her bed, completely naked, and went down the hall to Lightning's room. Not even bothering to knock, she opened the door and stepped inside before closing it behind her. She then went over to Lightning's bed and knelt down beside it before leaning down to smell the sheets. They smelled just like Lightning. Serah then lay down on her sister's bed and resumed touching herself. 'Why am I doing this? I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong. I could get in so much trouble. It's dirty' Serah kept thinking to herself. Whatever attempts she made to discourage herself only succeeded in getting her off faster and harder. It was like the wires in her brain had been crossed again, only this time the connections were more perverse which, in turn, made the pleasure that much more powerful. "Lightning!" Serah called out as her fingers went faster and faster. Eventually, the illicit taboo of it was enough to send her over the edge. Cumming hard, Serah cried out as she orgasmed on Lightning's bed.

When she came down, Serah realized exactly what it was she had just done. A look of quasi-horror appeared on her face before she clasped her hand over her mouth. 'What have I done?' she thought as she bent down to look between her legs. She'd come all over Lightning's bed. She couldn't find out about this, not ever. Leaping up for the bed with remarkable speed, Serah sped down to the bathroom to collect up some wipes. She then returned to Lightning's room and did her best to clean up the mess she'd made. As she cleared herself up, Serah felt guilty beyond words for what she'd just done, not only because she'd violated the sanctity of her sister's room in the worst way possible but because of how good it had felt. If she was being brutally honest with herself, it may have been one of the best orgasms of her life. And that was what terrified the girl. Tears began to form at the edges of her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked out loud over and over again as she finished cleaning up after herself. Serah started to berate herself for her deviant behaviour. 'Normal people don't masturbate in their sibling's bedroom' she rationalized. There had to be something wrong with her. There was something perverted and wrong inside of her and it was manifesting in horrendous ways. She did her best to make it look as if she'd never been inside her sister's room before beating a hasty a retreat to the bathroom for a shower.
She felt dirty. What she'd just done was dirty. Her thoughts were dirty. There wasn't a single aspect of this entire scenario that wasn't dirty. Yes, a shower would help. It had to. Making her way into the walk-in unit, Serah turned on the water and cranked up the heat. As the hot liquid began to shoot out and drench her body, Serah leaned her forehead against the wall. "Is this why I've been so distant with Snow?" she asked aloud. That just made her feel even guiltier. She felt a nauseating queasiness in her stomach as all the different threads of what was going on began to fall into place. And at the heart of it all was her sister. When she'd finally finished processing everything that was going on inside her mind, the water had begun to run cold. There was only one conclusion the young woman she could draw and it was as devastating as it was dangerous. Serah could barely countenance the thought. She tried to give it voice in an attempt to solidify it before it slipped away. "I….." she began before swallowing. "I...l-love my sister. Oh my god….."

And that was how it had begun. In the weeks that followed, Serah did her best to try and conceal this revelation from the people around her. She was succeeding but it had been at the cost of her own sanity. Keeping this secret was making her lose sleep, as well as her appetite. A couple of people had commented at work about how she had rings under her eyes or that she was looking a little on the thin side. Serah just tried to chalk it up to a bad night's sleep because of a party or that she'd skipped breakfast for some reason or another. She was a smart girl though and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep silent forever. It wasn't doing her health any good, that was for sure. Eventually she'd wind up having a nervous breakdown or something akin to it. And that was what had brought her here and now to the kitchen table with an empty cup of tea in front of her.
After much soul-searching, she'd chosen to confide in Lightning. She was well aware of the implications of this decision. Doing so could cause a tectonic upheaval of her entire life. Her sister might disown her, she could be forced to move out, Snow might break up with her and she could be fired from her position – all for harbouring such taboo feelings. But to keep silent would have been to do herself even more of a disservice in the long-run. Serah couldn't live a lie like this. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, she saw that Lightning would be getting home soon. And when she did, they'd have a lot to talk about.

And that's Chapter 1. Any constructive criticism about pacing, narrative flow, spacing, grammar or other things would be readily welcomed.