Author's Notes: This is the final piece to the Confused Connie series. Please read the other two parts to the series, how else are you going to know what's happened so far?
I'd like to thank @1sickbastard, @behindthewheel, and @dkovic77 for all their valuable editing help and feedback during my writing process. And @RJ_1954 for encouraging me to repost this story.
As always, this is the drama of my imaginary friend's and enemies' lives and all of them are over the age of consent, 18+.
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Dylan's hands gripped the steering wheel. He'd cut the engine off when he first arrived, but he let himself sit in the car trying to find the courage to approach the door. His emotions ebbed and rolled like a tidal wave on the ocean. His mind raced as everything hit him while he was sitting outside the address Mrs. Densmore had given him.
The ring he'd purchased on the way to the apartment felt as if it were burning a hole in his pants pocket. Seeing Connie in the doorway for a brief moment had made him feel whole again. One look at her sweet innocent face made him hopeful, loving, and nervous all at the same time. Then just as quickly, as she slipped inside the door carrying a cardboard box, his feeling of elation drifted away.
He felt his life spiraling out of control. He regretted every decision he'd made. He'd thought himself noble at one point. He was doing the right thing for the right reason. Signing up for the army, leaving Connie, so he wouldn't hurt her.
Each choice seemed bitterly wrong in hindsight. If only he had what? Which part of his recent past did he regret the most? Signing up for the army? Sleeping with Connie? Simply, letting his passion get away from him long enough to forget to use a condom? But would even one different action on his part have changed anything?
He loved the way she adored him from a young age, from birth almost. He'd never felt jealous of her, or the way his parents had doted on her when they brought her home from the hospital. At three years old his father had told him he had a new role in life. Big brother. It was an important role that he'd always tried to live up to even if he didn't fully understand what that meant at three.
He grew into the role. He understood he was loyal and willing to protect his baby sister from everything the big bad world had to offer. He wanted to be someone she could look up to, be proud of, admire and trust. He did all that and more, as Connie was his biggest fan growing up. She was as supportive of him as he was of her.
When his fantasies started to turn to his baby sister, the simplest things stirred his loins. It seemed normal enough at first, after all he was a teenage boy. His guilt overwhelmed him though even with the built-in excuse of hormones. He started to date Angie, which at first seemed to solve the issue.
Angie looked enough like Connie that he thought it almost harmless and safe to pretend that she was who his heart actually desired. Then one night he came, rutting inside Angie like a dog in heat, howling Connie's name. Angie had smiled a wicked, mischievous smile as the realization of what he'd said hit him. He was frozen, still buried inside Angie. Instead of being repulsed or sickened by the truth of what he'd said Angie encouraged him.
His torture continued, as Angie not only feed his fantasy but did everything to keep Connie at the front of his sexual thoughts. Even after he left for college she continued to tease him with his secret desire. Angie sucked him off with everyone in the house, while wearing Connie's clothes, whenever he came home for breaks. His family including Connie only rooms away.
The worst part was when he hurt his knee, after the surgery he was bed bound for awhile. Connie offered to take care of him although he adamantly refused her offer. She seemed hurt by his rejection but he was firm, it was too tempting that something might slip or happen. He was on powerful pain meds as well. She was so flirty with him as of late, and he didn't trust himself to do the right thing.
She did end up taking care of him one day when their parents were out of town. It was too much, he jerked off most of the day when he was sure Connie wouldn't come through his bedroom door. Sometimes, he did it hoping she'd walk in and see him with his dick in his hand. Maybe, if he horrified her about his urges she'd stay away from him on her own. But she only came in after he came and had tossed the evidence aside in a few tissues.
"Oh you must have a pretty bad cold, huh?" she said when she found the pile of used tissues next to his bed.
"Yeah," he said trying to hide his fascination with the fact that Connie was holding his discharge in her hands. She picked them up and placed them in the wastebasket then collected his dinner tray.
Angie continued her torment after that, but to a new degree. Angie stage whispered things to him, "Fuck your baby sister! Make Connie come. Come on Dylan, give me that big brother dick!" It was sick and twisted and made him hard and ready at the slightest prodding. It got to the point where he watched Connie all the time, wanting her, painful erections that didn't stop even with everything Angie did.
Months passed and things got worse, Connie was always touching him, hanging out with him, sitting close to him, but he was sure it was just his imagination. Her adoring admiration that he couldn't distinguish between his own arousal. Finally, he'd felt he had no choice. He had to get away before he lost control. He was dangerously close to doing something he'd regret and the army had seemed like the perfect escape. So he signed up and he asked Connie to cut his hair...
While he was at basic even dealing with his feelings over what he'd done to Connie, he remembered that he was supposed to be a big brother. His role and title since the day she'd come home from the hospital. He was supposed to protect her and love her. He felt such a failure of duty with Connie.
To make up for it he threw himself into the army, armed with his twisted motivation. He was supposed to think of his fellow soldiers as his brothers. Men whose lives he would protect with his own. Men, because regardless of your age when you signed up for the army, the army made you a man whether you were ready for it or not.
Some men were born with that innate quality of protection for all, an ingrained sense of duty and country. They saw it extend not only from the people they were in the trenches with day in and day out, but to the people back home, their families, their cities and towns, their country. He focused all his energy on his training. He believed wholly and completely in what they were doing, and Dylan had started to feel his sense of duty, it was the only way he could stay sane during his separation from Connie.
Karl Gideon had it in every part of his being. Dylan envied Digger for his faith and loyalty, which was more intense than Dylan saw in himself. Digger was the perfect soldier and had a heart of gold. Unfortunately Digger's heart was also weak, physically, a fact that had come out during his medical.
Digger wouldn't be returning to deploy on Monday because he'd received a medical discharge and that's why he'd been headed home just when Dylan needed a ride. Dylan envied Karl more that he was free to just live his life, where Dylan had to return on Monday. If for no other reason he wanted to be able to take care of Connie, now that he knew she was pregnant with his baby.
He shook his head to push out his musing and moments later he faced his fears and left the car. He knocked on the door and saw Connie up close for the first time since he'd slept with her. For one moment as he held her, he forgot that he'd messed up big time and impregnated his little sister.
He was holding the woman he loved, and he refused to see it as anything other than the gift it was to be with her again. Then Angie slapped him, literally and figuratively with what their father had done to Connie and that information broke Dylan. His reality crashed and burned his heart apart.
His anger at himself over his failure to protect Connie from their father burned a hole in his heart. He was once again incomplete. He could feel his rage seeping into his every thought, pulsing through his body, filling his soul. Even as the smell of Connie sitting so close to him in their mom's car assaulted his nostrils, filling his lungs with her sweet scent.
"Look Connie, I don't think..." Dylan started, but Connie cut him off by sliding across the seat pressing her body along the side of his body. Her softness, her warmth, her scent, her touch in general made him shiver with a need of and the pleasure of feeling truly comforted for the first time since being home. Connie's fingers grazed along his face, pulling him toward her, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
"Dylan, I've missed you so much," she said when she finally broke the kiss. She stared him in his intense eyes, her own eyes tense and shining brown, as he tried to collect his thoughts. She kissed him again, thrusting her tongue between his lips. He was less resistant this time, giving himself over to the feel of her lips on his. God, how he'd missed her, too.
Her hands were fumbling with his pants trying to get them open even as her kisses intensified to the point of aggressive and desperate, Dylan couldn't breath from the assault. He tried to stop her hands with his own but they fell away as her soft fingers slipped inside his pants, gripping the base of his cock and tugging slightly.
"Oh God," he moaned into her mouth as she stroked up and down on his dick. "Connie. Connie."
He tried again but she squeezed him and pumped his cock vigorously until he forgot that he was angry, until he forgot that they were sitting in a car, in a parking lot, where anyone could see them. He could only concentrate on the intense pleasure building from her molestation of his member.
Her kisses turned more gentle as he sank back into his seat giving up all protests. She smiled and pulled away slightly so that he could see her face. His hand wrapped around her gently pulling her back to him for one more kiss, but her smile turned into a wicked grin as she descended on him. Soon her mouth was wrapped around his cockhead, kissing, sucking, and licking.
He stared down the length of his body and watched the top of her head as it bobbed up and down on his tip and a few inches beyond. He moaned again as she went lower and lower each time. Her mouth meeting her hand, her saliva covering him and dripping down lower until his cock and balls glistened.
It didn't take long until Dylan felt the back of her throat with his cock and then he knew that he was so far into her mouth that he could almost feel himself where his hand caressed the back of her neck. Maybe, it was a trick of his mind, but he would have sworn in the moment that he felt himself through her skin, his eyes rolled back in his head as Connie fucked her face on him.
"Connie. Connie." He exhaled her name with each breath as she ate his cock. His hips met each descent with an urgent rhythm that had him racing for release.
He felt himself thicken in her mouth and was sure he'd explode soon if she didn't stop. He didn't care, he didn't want her to stop. He wouldn't stop her or himself. His head fell forward and he watched the bandana bob over his crotch as his sister gave him the best head of his life. Even better than Angie with all her skill because it was Connie, the one person he wanted loving on his cock.
His arm stretched out as he reached the point of no return, his balls churning violently. He gripped the back of the car seat, released his hold on Connie with his other hand and punched the roof of the car, denting it, as he began to shoot rope after rope of cum directly into her throat. She moved her head up and sucked, her mouth like a vacuum, draining his balls, teasing him with every gulp.
