Chapter 21 - Aftermath, part 1
March 3, 2001
2 weeks later
Gorden Home - 6:00 am
Kathryn sat bolt upright out of her bed. She wore no bra over her tender B-cup breasts, only white cotton thongs. Usually she would wear a t-shirt or tank top to bed as well, but the soft cotton fabric felt like a hundred needles stabbing into her nipples. She was relegated to wearing her mom's old silk blouses without a bra to school, and sleeping on silk sheets at home. She hated it. Yes silk was soft, but it was also cold. She much rather feel nice warm cotton caressing her skin.
Pressing her hand to her lower belly in a vain effort to soothe the powerful aching, she flew out of bed and just barely made it to the toilet in time to puke what felt like three days of food out of her stomach. She puked until there was nothing left and then spent a long time dry heaving. When she finally stopped, she wiped tears and snot from her face and stood up before taking off her panties.
They were soaking wet with urine!
Using a towel, she soaked up the reeking yellow puddle of piss on the tile floor before tossing it and her thongs in the laundry hamper. She spent the next few minutes disinfecting the bathroom, and then took a shower. She put her left arm up so she could rest her head against the wall, she leaned in and let hot water wash over her while she held her hand on her lower belly halfway between her navel and pubic bone. Ever since Valentine's Day she felt ill. Every morning waking up and puking her guts out while her stomach felt like she ate razor blades. Meanwhile, her uterus felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out, her ovaries felt like they were being squeezed like lemons in a press, and her vagina felt like it was twisted tighter than the strands of a rope.
"Why is this happening to me," She cried pitifully as she suddenly lurched and puked against the wall of the shower.
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Cybil woke up to the sound of Kathryn wrenching again, every morning was like this now and she felt bad for Kathryn. Whatever Steven did to her, or they did together, she was not reacting well to it. Rolling over, she cuddled up to Steven. He slept with her in her bed last night. Running her hand across his chest, and down to his dick she found it rock hard. Morning wood was such a mystery and delight to her. What were guys dreaming of that gave them erections while they slept?
She gripped his dick and slowly pumped it for a few seconds. She couldn't help but feel possessive of it...and Steven, and yet, she knew that he loved their mom first, then Kathryn, and then her. She was the last to be loved, but she was the one that wanted him the most. She was the one embracing what happened on V-Day. She was the one that has been fucking her big brother for the last two and a half weeks straight. So, why did she feel guilty for hearing Kathryn wrenching her guts out in the bathroom?!
Letting his dick go, she slid her hand up his soft belly. Standing at six feet four inches, he was long and lithe and his abdomen was flat with hard muscles underneath. He had dark brown pubic hair that he kept trimmed a quarter of an inch long that led to a trail of hair that climbed his belly all the way to his sternum but left his chest hairless. His skin was whiter than her, her mother's, or her sister's chestnut skin. His eyes were a dark sapphire blue, and if he didn't shave every day his stubble was dark and course and everything about him was absolutely intoxicating to her. It was why it was so hard for her to put her hand on his chest and gently pat him, then shake a little more aggressively, until he woke up.
"Mmm, What," Steven asked groggily, before turning toward her and pressing his lips to hers, throwing his arm over her waist and pulling her roughly toward him until her breasts were pressing into his chest, then sliding his hand down until the tips of his fingers were between her ass cheeks and squeezing almost painfully!
"No no, stop it now! You naughty beast," Cybil whispered as she resisted as he tried to pull her across his body by her one ass cheek, "Ow! My ass isn't a handle to pull me around by!"
"Argh," He grumbled childishly before waking up enough to ask, "Then what is it?"
"It's Kathryn," Cybil answered in a whisper, "She's in the bathroom puking again. Why don't you go help her?"
"Pffff, she doesn't want my help," He retorted bitterly then started to roll away from her, "She's the only one that doesn't know what happened to her on Valentine's Day and yet, she hates me for no reason!"
"You're shitting me. Right?" She laughed in ridicule, "Mom doesn't even know what happened! The only reason I do is because I have been fucking your brains out of you head, and after a thousand assurances that not matter what I wouldn't be mad at you!"
"You fucking drugged and fucked all three of us," She hissed!
"You were all very willing participants in the moment," Steven mumbled defensively.
"Willing participants under the influence of the drugs YOU gave us! Asshole," Cybil chastised as she slapped her open palm against his shoulder, "Stop being an asshole, quit pouting, and be the loving big brother Kathryn needs right now!"
"Argh," Steven growled as he rolled out of bed, leaving her smiling as she watched his ass and his broad shoulders as he walked across her room to the door on her side of her and Kathryn's shared 'Jack and Jill' bathroom.
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Kathryn was washing puke down the shower drain when she heard Cybil's bathroom door open.
"Cee?" She hesitantly called, "Sis, I'm not sure you wanna come in here right now..."
"It's not Cee, Kat," Steven said in a low soothing tone, "It's me, are you okay? I came to help..."
"Go away Steven," She growled menacingly, even though she couldn't understand why she was so hostile to him all of a sudden, "I'm naked. I'm taking a shower, and I feel like shit!"
"I know, I'm sorry," Steven answered soothingly from around the corner so that Kat wouldn't think he was peeping on her, at least not until he calmed her down and she was okay with it, "You know what. I'm naked too, so how about we just call it 'Even Stevens' and you let me come in and help you. I promise, I won't do anything. I won't touch anything you don't want me too, and we can just keep this our little secret."
She felt so awful, she really felt like she wanted help, but this was her brother...Eww!
"Just...go away," She answered weakly, "You're my brother. That would be...disgusting..."
Cold air rushed into the shower and she looked up to see him stepping in with her.
"What the fuck!" She hissed angrily and slapped his chest weakly in protest, but he was too strong and gently forced his way inside the shower with her!
"Why won't you fucking listen to me?" She cried as she slapped repeatedly at his chest in frustration.
However, she was just too weak to fight him. With an explosive hiss, she stepped back and glared at him, her face contorted into a pouty grimace. For several minutes he just stood there in front of her, until reluctantly she stepped into his arms and let him wrap them around her waist and hug her. Steven was one of few guys in her social circle that was taller than her, and she had to admit, it always made her feel safe when she was near him because of it. That safety, that reassurance, comforted her more than she realized when she found herself returning his hug. Oddly, she felt better for just being able to rest her head on his shoulder, but as soon as she did, she started crying!
'Bless his heart,' She thought, 'Steven is a trooper. My trooper...,' as he stood there, just outside of the hot water, holding her until she began to slowly feel the tension in her soul wash away.
At first, most of her anger was just because Steven was in the shower with her, his sister, but as she relaxed and accepted that her naked older brother was with her, the tension deep inside started to uncoil and relax. She kept her arms up in front of her chest, her hands around her own neck, her own personal expression of panic as her body shook in Steven's arms as she cried. It didn't even register mentally or emotionally, that what she was doing was to protect, to soothe herself, to ward off as much contact with others as she could. She was traumatized, and her first instinct was to protect herself and so she used her arms as a shield until she began feeling safer. Steven gently ran his hands up and down her back, letting her know she was safe and loved, making sure he only let his hands stray to the small of her back and never further, which would have weirded her out and caused her to withdraw again. Instead, he instinctively gave her the comfort she needed, and her hands and arms came down as she relaxed and tentatively wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in two and a half weeks she felt warm...and safe!
Strangely, the more safe, the more comforted she felt, the harder she cried, and it took a long time for her to settle down, but she did as her crying slowed to sniffles as she lost track of time. Her raw emotions and aching psyche finally quieted. Her breathing was ragged and her body shuddered and for the first time she became aware of the feeling of her swollen breasts and tender nipples pressing against Steven's chest. She felt his abdomen, slowly moving in and out with his breathing, softly caressing her more turbulent tummy, and soothing her with his rhythm. She realized that they had been standing there for quite a while, for at least twenty to thirty minutes, just letting the hot water wash her sorrows away. Even more surprising was when she realized that her queasiness wasn't as sharp with Steven holding her as it had been before!
"W-will you wash me," She asked tentatively, for the first time feeling embarrassed, insecure and shy.
"Yes," He whispered softly, reassuringly, "I will wash everything, you just tell me when to stop, or when you're uncomfortable."
"Okay," She whispered demurely.