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Adam's Problem (part 1.)

This is a multi part story I've been working on for a while. I still have to finish the ending, but I figured I might as well start posting it now. WARNING: INCEST (later on). Ending might contain scat and/or water-sports, I'm still deciding. For now it's just good old gas. Thanks for reading.

Adam had a problem.He lived with his two parents and his sister. His parents were good parents: they had a happy marriage, they never had any major financial problems, and they always supported Adam and his sister Amy, giving them anything they ever needed.

His sister Amy was the only one in the nuclear family with red hair. She was two years older than Adam, and he had grown up with her next to him his entire life. She wasn't the best sister, but she wasn't the worst sister ever either.

 He liked having her around, even though she had bullied him a tiny bit when they were younger. She liked to push him around every now and then, but for the most part, they had a good relationship, and Adam usually enjoyed spending time with her. 

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They rarely fought, especially since around the time Adam turned ten, and they had shared a lot of good experiences together.Adam's problem wasn't that he had a sister. Lots of people had sisters, and Adam's sister was nice. 

 When Amy was eleven years old, she started getting into volleyball. Adam's parents were very excited, and they gladly took her to all of her practices and cheered her on in her games. Things started to get more intense as Amy got older, and it became less of a childhood sport and more of a serious hobby. And Amy took it extremely seriously.

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 She would practice any chance she got, and went into every game with a determination to win unmatched by anyone else on her team. Every time Adam and his family went to the beach, Amy made Adam play beach volleyball with her, her curly red hair flying through the air as she leaped seemingly impossible distances to hit the ball back at him. Amy never went easy on him, and she beat him every time. 

 Adam didn't mind this; he just joked that he was tired, or teased her, saying that he didn't think Amy could handle it if she lost. Adam was glad Amy was so passionate about volleyball, because she seemed really happy, and his parents were always equally supportive of his hobbies, mostly drawing and painting, as they were of hers, so he never had a reason to be upset or jealous. Still, Adam had a problem. 

 When Amy went to high school, she signed up for the volleyball team on the first day. Adam, still in middle school, listened to Amy gush about the team and the practice every night as they ate dinner with their parents. 

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 After a year passed by, Amy stopped talking about the team, and started talking about a particular teammate, her new "BFF." Amy and this girl went to the movies together, went shopping together, and had numerous sleepovers. They did everything together, and Amy clearly loved spending her sophomore year with her new best friend, which was why Adam's parents were overjoyed when Amy finally had her over to their house one Saturday morning.

 Adam was in the upstairs bathroom still in his pajamas, brushing his teeth, when he heard the front door open, and voices in the living room. He spit and rinsed his mouth, listening as the newcomer introduced herself. He didn't know who she was, but he had never heard a voice like hers before, and it was this voice that made him leave the bathroom and quietly move towards the stairs.

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 He felt a little entranced. Pausing at the top of the stairs, he listened a little more."That sounds great, Mrs. Smith," the voice was saying. "My mom says she can take me and Amy to practice every Tuesday and Thursday, so that actually works out!"Adam slowly made his way down the stairs, listening to the voice speaking with his mom, wondering who on earth it could belong to.