All characters fictional and over 18, yadda yadda. Thanks for all your feedback, constructive and otherwise. While some errors may have occured in my last post, the characters will retain their traits and personalities from here on out. Once again, feedback is appreciated, and bullshit is not. Na Zdrowia, TheSilentBrother.
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I awoke to the most blissful feeling in the world; a pounding headache. Groaning, I got out of bed. More like flopped, really, landing on my face before pulling myself to a standing position. I stepped out of my old room, ducking under the doorframe to avoid gaining myself more head pain, and made my way to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water, fished out two Advils from the medicine cabinet, and sat down on a stool by the counter. I downed the pills and rubbed some sleep out of my eyes, then found it in me to start making some coffee.
All I was doing was delaying the inevitable, and I knew it. I had to face what had happened last night. My sister had sucked my cock, and I had
liked
it. Not just because some girl had her mouth on my dick, but because it was my sister. I'd always found her attractive, but we'd crossed a line I could've never anticipated. Now my feelings were a jumbled mess because of it. All I knew was, I wanted her in every way. The love had been there for years of our lives, but I wanted it to be something more. Part of me hated myself for that.
Just then, as fate would have it, I heard her door open upstairs. A moment later, the shower started running, and I relaxed. When we finally saw one another, I wanted to be a bit more alert.
I finished brewing the coffee and poured myself a cup, adding a teaspoon of sugar. A few minutes later, the shower stopped running, and I heard the door to Ania's room close again. A few minutes later, it opened and she came downstairs. She poured herself a cup of coffee, slowly and deliberately, adding way more cream and sugar than was reasonable.
She sat down a stool away from me, not looking at me, swirling her coffee. "Morning," I croaked, "How you feeling?" She looked up at me dully. "Fine. Just fucking fabulous, Jake. Thanks for asking." So she wasn't okay, clearly. I had no idea how to respond. What could I say? After a minute or two of silence, she looked up at me again. "You must think I'm such a slut."
There was a beat or two of stunned silence. "You? Why?" I must have sounded genuinely shocked, because a perplexed look came over her face. "Jake, I got hammered and gave my brother a blowjob. That's a pretty slutty thing to do, on top of being completely wrong. I don't blame you, because I basically threw myself at you, but still.. It was wrong of me. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Ania. In fact-" She interrupted me. "No, Jake, it was a sick, drunken stunt and I take full responsibility. I'm sorry."
My heart sank. This was what last night meant to her? Absolutely nothing? I felt as though I'd just been shattered into a million little confused pieces. I finished my coffee, stood up, grabbed my keys and wallet, and walked out of the front door.
She called after me, but I didn't stop or turn back. I got in my car, turned it on, and left. After I'd been on I-295 for a while, the tears I'd been trying to hold blurred my vision. I pulled over and rested my head against the wheel, letting it all out. I kept replaying the night before in my head, feeling the heat and attraction all over again. Then I remembered how sickened she seemed for doing so. Sickened with herself. Was she sickened because she'd done it, or enjoyed it? How could I get my answers? There was only one way.
I got off at the next exit, then got back on 295, this time going East. I arrived back at the house within 15 minutes, and tried the front door. It opened, and I went into the house, then upstairs to Ania's room. She wasn't in there, though.
I went back down the hall and checked my bedroom, and sure enough, there she was. She was laying on my bed, her face stuffed into one of my pillows. I knocked on the edge of the doorframe, and she looked up at me. "Jake, did you forget something?"
"No," I told her, sitting down next to her on the bed, "I didn't. Just didn't want to leave things like that." She pulled herself back into a sitting position, looking confused. "What I really should've done is this." I put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her face to mine, kissing her softly. She didn't respond right away, and all of my fears leaped back up into my throat. Then, I felt her lips part, and she began to slowly but surely return the kiss. Soon we were both all in, our tongues lashing around one another and our hands exploring.
After a few minutes of this, she pulled back for a moment. "Jake," I nodded, and she kissed me again for a moment. "I was scared of how you'd feel, and maybe a bit scared of my own feelings. Enough to deny them to you and myself. Living in fear." I was moved by her words, because they confirmed all that I had hoped. I was not alone in this desire.