Sister Trouble, a story of #Addergoole for the Giraffe Call (@dahob)

This is to @DaHob's request for something involving Joff and Ivette in school. This takes place in Year 7 of the Addergoole School, in some poor unsuspecting college.

"Man, your sister...." Nathan shook his head. "I don't know how you live with her, man. If she was my sister..."

Joff could feel the waves of lust coming off of Nathan. He looked away, hiding a smirk with a mumble about "Man, s'my sister." His sister, the succubus.

Because his sister (and housemate, in the apartment he'd insisted they get) was who she was, he did ask, curiously, "you haven't?"

He found the way Nathan flushed - and his nervous expression - to be very interesting. What was Ivette up to? "What? No, man, I mean... I know she's saving herself for marriage."
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On the Water, a story for the Giraffe Call

For imaginaryfiend's prompt.

My twin and I were born on the same day, but on different planes of existence.

My father is a boatwright, you see, and while my mother was carrying me, my father - our father - was creating a boat. Building it from the felled trees to the shaped hull to the sails. Building her, my twin.

Our mother - who sewed the sails and shaped the carvings - told my father that it was a foolish conceit, when we were young. "You'll turn her brain, telling her the boat is her sister."

My father, who would not sell that boat, of all the boats he had crafted, smiled, agreed, and persisted in calling the ship his daughter, my twin.

"You've got to stop," my mother said, when I was seven, and running along the boards more evenly than on solid ground, swimming in the ocean rather than playing in the park. "You're twisting her."
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