Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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*This story is a direct follow up to chapter 5 so you might want to check that out first to get a better view to the situation.*
'What happened? My head is spinning, is the room shaking or something. What's that noise?...Oooh, am I in a car? But how? This movement is making me sick. I don't feel well at all...I have to...I need to get out of the car!'
I want to tell the driver to stop and let me out but as I open my mouth it already comes out. '"Bwwwugh!!" A big stream of vomit all over the legs of the guy (or girl?) who's lap my head is on.
"Goddammit Krissy!! Are you fucking kidding me? Please tell me you didn't just barf all over my backseat?! I swear this is the last time I let you into this car. This is already the second time!"
'Oh oh, that sounds like my brother. And he sounds angry too. But how did I get here?'
"No problem dude, I'll clean up later. First get her home."
I hear another man's voice.
"Most of it is in my lap anyway."
He doesn't sound too pleased with it though.
"We're almost there, just turn right at the next road." I hear him say and the cold air flowing into the car tells me he just opened the window.
I suck in the fresh air. My head is still spinning but the nausea got better after vomiting.
'I don't understand how I ended up here. I don't remember. Was I at some party?...Oooh, my head. I remember dancing with some guys, Band with...wait! I remember, I was there with Monica.'
"Where's Monica?" I ask weakly.
"You blacked out, she called us to pick you up."
Micky (now I recognize Monica's brother's voice) replies. "You must have drank too much..."
"Again." he adds.
"No that can't be true." I manage to speak. "I only had a glass or two before we went to this house party. And there I only had a cocktail. I can't be drunk. I don't understand..."
"That bastard," I hear my brother say behind the steering wheel, "I hope Monica fucks him up good."
"Wait! What? Who's going to fuck up who?" I ask.
"Ssshh, don't worry about it," Micky says, "It's all fine. We're going to put you to bed. We'll find out what happened tomorrow when you're feeling better ok?"
The car stops and Micky opens the door. He tries to help me up but my legs don't work.
"She's in a bad shape Jessie." he says to my brother. "Here, take my keys and open up, I'll carry her in." and he picks me up.
'This guy is so strong', I think and the thought makes me all fuzzy inside. Or perhaps it's the cocktail. Or both. Once inside he carries me up the stairs and takes me to the bathroom. I try to stand when he puts me down but my legs are all wobbly.
"First we need to clean you up, can you undress yourself?"
"I really can't." I mumble something that's not really a sentence and he sighs.
"Ok," he says, "let me get you out of these dirty clothes."
He pulls my sweater over my head and throws it in the laundry bin. He takes off my shoes and socks and helps me out of my skirt. It seems I have lost my panties somewhere during the evening so he's looking straight at my bald pussy although I can see he's trying hard not to notice. It makes me feel weird, it's almost like he's touching my pussy with his eyes and the feeling makes me shiver. Despite my shame I can feel my pussy moistening.
"Can I take off your bra?" he asks, and he looks ashamed.
Is this the same guy who ass raped me once? It feels like he's a completely different person now; so friendly and helpful. The thought of letting him undress me makes me tingle in my belly.
"Yes please help me. I feel so weird."
He turns on the shower and for a moment I think he's going to leave me there alone. Then I can see him think and he asks me if I can handle it alone from there.
"I really can't,' I say, "can you please join me in the shower?"
He hesitates for a moment but then makes up his mind and starts taking off his dirty trousers and his shirt.
"I guess I can use a shower." he says.
I'm sitting on the bathroom floor and I feel helpless but there's nothing wrong with my eyes and I like what I see.
His arms I already know but the bows of his upper legs and those tight buns. Involuntarily I let out a sigh.
"Are you ok?" he immediately asks.
"Getting better." I tell him and I manage to smile my sweetest smile. "Just help me up."
With one strong arm he lifts me from the ground and he carries me to the hot shower. He gives me a piece of soap but I give it back.
"Can you do it please?" I ask.
With one arm he holds me up while he uses the other hand to wash me. First my belly and back, then my thighs and shoulders. Now he doesn't have any other choice than to go for my breasts, ass or pussy. He decides to clean them in that order and I soon can feel his erection pushing against my back. I hear his breathing getting heavier but that also goes for me. I'm ridiculously horny. It must have something to do with that drink they gave me.
I turn my head around and find his mouth for a kiss. I shiver as the tips of our tongues touch. This feels good. The feeling of warm water, his strong arms pressing me against his hard body, his hand massaging my butt and his hesitant kiss all add to the warm and fuzzy feeling that that cocktail already gave me. Our kisses start to get more passionate now and as I feel his hard cock pressing against my belly I slide my hand towards it, wrapping my fingers around the base. I remember it was big from our earlier encounter but now it's the first time I can really get acquainted with it. It's hard as steel and stands out proudly. It's so thick I can barely fit my fingers around it. I can feel myself slowly getting better now that I'm clean and have something to focus on. My legs are still wobbly but I feel I'm getting back control and the furious beating of my heart speeds up the curing process. I run my hands over his chest and over his back to his ass. It's hard and round and I engorge the sensation. Somehow my senses are increased. The sensations and emotions flow through me freely and overwhelmingly.