*- CHAPTER 3: Michelle -*
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"But I *never* mounted myself on him before he even woke up. You HAVE to tell me what THAT was like."
The statement had been directed to Alex, but my big sister was in such a state of shock that there was no way she'd be responding anytime soon. She'd been kneeling while rubbing my dick, but she'd fallen backwards onto her butt and now reclined on her hands, mouth agape. Her jaw actually flapped up and down a few times, but no sounds were coming out.
Michelle bit her lip and looked at me nervously. Actually, she looked at the bulge in my gym shorts which had not yet deflated, and *then* looked at me nervously. After a long, pregnant silence, she seemed to figure out that answers wouldn't be forthcoming just yet, and after blushing once more and staring at her feet, she jerked a thumb back toward the stairs.
"You know, I think I'm going to go take that shower now. I'll let you two... uhhh... recover... a bit. And then we can talk... later... Yeah..." Michelle turned away, turned back to give us another nervous smile, and then finally walked away.
Neither Alex nor I said a thing for the next few minutes. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees, looking over at her with a questioning look. But she remained as she was, staring off into space with an expression that suggested she was contemplating suicide. In the end, I scooted over to the front of the couch close to her, leaned against it as a backrest, and reached out to draw my big sister to me.
She resisted at first, crying softly in shame and didn't want to touch me. But I persisted, and all of a sudden she collapsed against my chest, letting me hug her tightly. And that's when we heard the shower start upstairs.
That was the signal that we could finally talk, and almost immediately Alex mumbled, "I'm sorry. This is all my fault."
"No it isn't."
"I knew it was wrong," she blubbered as the tears started streaming freely. "You're my little brother and I shouldn't have taken advantage of you but your dick is just so *beautiful* and I couldn't get it out of my head but I *knew* I shouldn't be doing it and I did it anyway and it felt *soooo* good and then after we fucked I kinda just thought well it's nothing we haven't already done before so would it really be so bad to keep going and now Chelley knows and I just don't know what to do!"
"We'll figure it out."
"No, this is MY responsibility. MY fault."
"Bullshit. I was a more than willing participant."
"But I'm the elder sibling," she whimpered.
"It takes two to tango, and I'm not some immature, easily-influenced teenager. I'm a 20-year-old man fully capable of taking responsibility for my own actions here."
"But-"
"Do you really regret what we did?" I asked softly, stroking her hair. I braced myself for her affirmative answer, already weighing how to help her feel the way I did, because I *didn't* regret a thing, even though we'd gotten caught.
Alex didn't respond right away. Well, she started to, but stopped herself and squeezed me tighter. I stroked her hair, giving her time to compose her answer. And about a minute later, she turned her head to look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.
I smiled down at her, and then reacted just in time to feel her press her lips to mine once more. We kissed without sexual passion but with all of the love, just as strong as I'd felt from her when my world was filled with light just before Michelle had returned from her supply run. The kiss didn't last long, but it did wonders to put my mind at ease, and from the look on Alex's face it had done the same for her as well.
"No, I don't regret what we did," she said softly while staring at my lips. A moment later, she flicked her eyes back up to mine. "At first I was going to say yes; we got caught and I was feeling ashamed. But what we did brought us closer together, closer than I ever imagined we could be. I love you."
I smiled. "I love you, too."
Alex sighed somberly, and then furrowed her eyebrows. Pursing her lips, she turned a bit in my grasp so that I still held her, but she was facing outward, spooned into the crook of my arm. "I just don't know what Michelle's gonna do."
I stroked her hair, pointing out, "At least it looks like we don't have to worry about her calling the cops screaming bloody murder - or *worse*, calling Mom and Dad."
"I sure hope not."
"She won't. I already know that," I assured her. "We all have to live together. Calling Mom and Dad would be the kind of catastrophic response that could destroy the family. She'll give us a chance to explain ourselves before she does anything drastic."
"Explain what? That I got so horny I couldn't help fucking my brother?"
"It's the truth, isn't it? And it's not like your horniness has been some big secret. We could hear you bitching to Emily about it for *weeks*. Truth be told, Chelle is probably as horny as you were."
"You think so?" Alex shrugged and added, "Her door isn't any thicker than yours."
I smirked. "Maybe she's just quieter than me... or *you* for that matter."
Alex giggled and then furrowed her eyebrows. "I hadn't really thought about that." I could almost see the gears turning in her head.
Leaving her to her thoughts for a moment, I let my head fall back and thought back over everything that had happened as well. And when I got to the part of Michelle surprising us, I glanced back down at Alex and asked, "Hey, what happened? I thought you were on alert to make sure she didn't come back downstairs."
Alex grimaced. "I got distracted. I wasn't watching the stairs anymore. My mind was... back then... to when your towel fell. I'm sorry."
I exhaled and went back to stroking her hair. "Doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done. We just have to figure out what we're gonna do now."
"We have to talk to her, obviously."