By Butterfly Wolf
(I don't own any of the characters, they are Richard O'Brain's and he is god!)
Chapter one: Inside view.
Riff Raff was born a year older then his baby sister, Magenta. Born to a family that could really care less about them. Riff Raff was the one who took care of Magenta, and in his mind, probably the only one who ever loved her. Their father beat at him constantly, but he didn't mind, as long as he didn't lay a finger on his baby sister. To Riff, she was that, his baby sister, and she was his alone. He would never let anyone hurt her, she didn't disserve that, she was innocent, and Riff would gladly take all her sin upon himself when she grew older, rather then her suffer with them.
At age 13, and her 12, they had only one room with a bunk bed. Their parents rarely came home, but did give them food, for the most part. Riff was extremely smart in school, and Magenta was passing. Riff would try and help her with her homework at night, in his bed, but Magenta would get tired and usually fall asleep in his lap or on him. But Riff never minded. He usually went to sleep in the same position as to never wake her, for she looked like a sleeping beauty in his mind when she slept.
Being a guy, Riff noticed little things threw out the years. How everyone else treated their girl friends, compared to how he treated his baby sister. Now what made him worry, is that there was little difference. Could it be so? Could he be falling for his own blood? His Magenta, his life, his lo-….Oh no….
Riff 15, Mags 14.
Riff woke to the sound of the alarm clock next to his bed and groaned. Damn it all to hell! Riff threw the blankets off and sat on his bunk a minute, letting his feet dangle, hopping Magenta was asleep, because having feet in your face couldn't be to pleasant. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Riff hopped down. His eyes weren't even open as he pushed open the door to the bathroom, only to find his sister in the shower. Oh hell. Oh no, oh no, no no, crap! Riff's eyes were open now, wide open as she glance up and let out a small yell and backed into the corner of the shower. "Shit, my bad!" Riff said, closing the door quickly. His groin reminded him it was not quick enough. Oh no. Too late, already hard. God damn it! Riff bit his lip in a choice on what to do. Need cold shower, already taken. Man, fuck a big blue duck! This was not cool! What was he too say when she gets out only to find his dick nearly popping a whole threw his boxers! He groaned. He could jack off…No, she could come out. Damn, maybe help…? Riff! You sick perv! He shook his head to get the thoughts out. Think of something repulsive, okay, what's on the sick list…Prince Frank-n-Furter in fishnets and a corset!…Damn, still hard! That did not just get harder! I refuse! Okay, next…um…ah… The bathroom door swung open. Oh shit. Oh shit. Riff turned his back to her and acted like he was picking out cloths for school, and held them protectively over his groin. Running into the bathroom, he threw the door shut, only to get bitched at. "Stop slamming doors damn it!" "Sorry, Dad!" Riff let out a sigh of relief and slid down the door. Okay, now, cold shower, or jack it? If he should jack it, he'd have to be quiet, but… Riff hand slid downwards. Mmm… Picturing Magenta's hands on him. Riff bit his lip and moved his hand faster, flicking a finger over the tip every few seconds. Mags mouth…Oh god… Riff bit his lip hard as he came, so hard blood trickled down his chin. Mmm… Man, he was sooooo screwed…