Chapter 7: The morning after.
The beam of sunlight through the bedroom window made Rachel stirred. Drowsily, she placed her arms across her face to block out the irritating glare. As she moved her other arm to her side, she touched something. Grudgingly, her senses began to focus and she forced her eyes to open. The image of a naked man lying in her bed almost made her jump in shock. Looking at him, she realized that it was Daniel.
He was still asleep. Her eyes looked down and saw that she was naked too. She felt a twinge of soreness and her hand touched her crotch. Her pubic hair was stiff and caked. She took a deep breath as the events of the previous night came flooding back. Clasping her hands to her face, Rachel remembered what had transpired. She shook her head in denial, still accepting the incestuous coupling that had sated them both had actually occurred. But it did and nothing could change the fact.
In the silence of morning, she knew that she had made it happen. It was she who stripped naked and offered her body to her brother. Slowly, so not to awake him, Rachel slipped off the bed and headed for her bathroom. Locking the door, she looked into the mirror. The image that looked back at her was of a woman with disheveled hair and slightly swollen lips. It was her face and she looked thoroughly fucked. She got into the bath and showered, washing off the dried cum that coated various parts of her anatomy. She blushed when she remembered how Daniel had taken her. He had fucked her while he carried her in his arms and cumming inside her as she clung to him. Her body trembled as she recognized that it was her unbelievable behavior that had led him on. The more she thought about it, a knot formed in her stomach and in embarrassment, she felt her nipples stiffened. And the tell tale signs of her vagina lips moistening made her touch them with her fingers. She had never felt this way with her husband. Something had awakened the ambers of longing within her soul.
Stepping out in her towel, she saw that Daniel was still asleep. Quietly, she dressed and she left a note on the bedside table.
"I've gone to town, will be back in the evening. Please pack the books into the carton boxes. You will find them in the store. There's food in the oven. Thanks" signed Rach.
As she drove towards the town, memories of her father came flooding back into her mind. She had tried, over the years, to banish the terrible things Hank had done to her. She hated and could not forgive him for corrupting her. After what he had done, it had made her frigid and she could not have a sexual relationship, even with her husband. But last night, Daniel had unlocked hidden desires that she had kept dormant. She had succumbed to the unthinkable, orgased and squirted for him.
"God", she said to herself. "How could I do that, with Daniel," she asked herself, as the terrible guilt began to consume her. "Was it Hank that she finally thought of when she gave herself to her brother? Was she just like her father?" The thought was revolting as Rachel drove on, aimlessly. How could she face Daniel?
Daniel stirred and opened his eyes. His penis was hard, as he awoke in the tail end of his dream. He was making love with Rachel. The bed was felt different as he sat up. It was not his room. As he pushed the blanket from his body, he realized that it was not a dream. It had happened. As his eyes searched for his sister, he saw her note. Picking it up, he read.
When he walked out of Rachel's room, he saw his discarded clothing on the floor beside the sofa. Picking them up, he went to his room. His heart was thumping in his chest as he recalled every detail of the night. It was going to be a long day.
As morning turned to afternoon and evening, Daniel busied himself by packing all of Rachel's books into the boxes. He also helped pack whatever was lying around. He heard her car. Then the soft steps as she walked into the house. Not knowing what to expect, he walked out of the store.
They had to pass each other but both could not look the other in the eye.
"I've packed everything," he said.
"Thanks, did you have your lunch?" Rachel replied, stopping momentarily.
"Yeah," Daniel answered.
"I'm tired, so let's go to Denny's for dinner, after I changed," she said.
"Oh, ok," Daniel replied.
The tension was taut, as they kept up the pretense as though nothing had occurred between them, as she drove to Denny's. Daniel was distraught and could hardly control his emotions. He desperately waited for her to say something. Rachel too felt the intense strain between them. But both siblings sat silently as they finally reached the outlet. They ordered and ate.
Finally he could not keep his silence anymore. "Do you want me to leave tomorrow," Daniel asked her softly.
Rachel was taken aback by his question. She looked up and her heart went out to him. He looked so vulnerable and she saw the undiluted adoration and love in his eyes. Her hand reached out and closed over his.
"Do you want to go," she asked.
"No, Rach, I was just thinking....,"
"We can't change anything Danny, we have to live with it, it's my fault," Rachel said.
"No, Rach, it was me who...."
"Sshh, let's not talk about it, okay," she told him softly.
It was out and they both felt a heavy load lifted from their minds. They finished their food and drove back to the house.
