My Sister Made Me Ch. 21

He followed her, leaning over and peering up into her face. Not one to be outdone, she turned her head even further, then completely the opposite direction when he persisted in following her.

"Sam," he said, reaching up and turning her cheek toward him.

She finally acquiesced, looking down at him as tears began to crawl from the corners of her eyes. "Just... leave. I just fucking can't anymore."

He sighed deeply, then reached up to brush one away. Standing up, he lifted her with him, easily pulling her to her feet and into a hug.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here," he said, squeezing her tight. "I'm sorry for everything."

She finally caved, unable to maintain her anger at him any longer and squeezed him back, tears coming faster now as she started to weep and unstoppable torrent of grief and anguish starting to pour out of her thin frame.

"It's going to be okay," he said. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

She nodded into his chest but kept crying, clutching at him as if she were scared that he'd disappear. She felt him pull back just a bit, then felt his finger lifting her chin up. She let him pull her face upward, seeing his caring features staring back at her.

Slowly, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips, but that only caused her to cry even harder and push him back, shaking her head.

"Sam," he said softly. "Stop."

She shook her head and flopped back down to her bed, burying her face into her pillow.

"Please, just talk to me," he said.

She continued to cry, even after he crawled up behind her and stroked her hair. She let him turn her towards him, even snuggling up to him and clutching at his shirt like she was a little girl again.

"I've fucked up so badly," she said after a long, long time. "I'm so fucking... scared..."

"Sam, I know," he said, stroking her hair.

"You don't know, Dane," she said, crying harder. "You don't know what I've let happen."

He sighed, kissing her on the head again. "I do," he reiterated.

She sighed hard, shaking her head. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

He didn't push, and she settled back into him. After a good hour of silently holding each other, and him stroking her hair, he finally broke the comfort of the silence enveloping them.

"I guess I can tell you about what's been going on with me," he said. "Stop me if you've heard this one."

She smirked to herself, liking that he was trying to make light of things and feeling a surge of affection toward him, but still determined not to give in.

"Two brothers start sharing their girlfriends and turn them into sex monsters, and then one of the brothers realizes that he doesn't love his original girlfriend anymore, much less his brother's."

Sam pulled back, raising a single eyebrow at him. "Seriously?" she asked, then rolled her eyes and laid back down.

He nodded. "I'm still trying to figure that shit out. Meanwhile, mom calls me and tells me that I need to come and talk to her, that it won't wait."

Sam frowned at the mention of her mother, the familiar shame and regret finding her again.

"So, I come over and find out that she knows all about all the filthy, sexual shenanigans that have been going on in her house."

Sam sat back, her mouth dropping open as she scrambled off the bed and backed up into the wall.

"But what's even crazier than her knowing, is the fact that both she and dad are apparently just fine with it."

She couldn't process everything all at once and simply stood with her mouth agape.

"Apparently, she and your real mother used to be every bit as ravenously horny as you, Toni, and Alex. I guess her and her sister having sex with each other is why she was okay with the knowledge that you and I were intimate."

She shook her head, her mouth still hanging open, but unable to speak. She raised her hands up, as if she could stem the tide of information he was laying out on her.

"But since she and our father used to be swingers and apparently are again..." he paused, finally seeing her extremely dumbfounded expression and frantic hand waving.

He fell silent, sitting up and looking at her, new concern on his face.

"What..." she finally managed to stammer.

"The..."

"Fuck..."

He sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Fuck, Sam, I'm an idiot."

She shook her head and worked her jaw back and forth, then turned. Walking away, she turned back around and looked at him, her jaw still moving, but then spun back around and went over to her desk. She pulled her chair out, didn't sit down in it, instead, going over to her closet and turning on the light and back off again, then turning back to stare at him, dumbfounded.

It took a few minutes to wrap her head around things, but she was finally able to get herself to sit down again and let him explain what the hell he was talking about.

"Our mom and... my real mom... used to be together?" she asked.

Dane nodded.

"Okay... but... okay..."

She fell silent again, going over the ramifications of what that particular nugget meant.

"At least I have something of an excuse now," she said quietly.

She sighed, shaking her head and taking time to process some more. Eventually, she knew that nothing he was going to tell her was going to make what she'd caused to happen be okay.

"I appreciate you talking with me, but I'm really just... not in the mood."

"Mom knows about Saturday, Sam," he said suddenly.

She stood immediately, looking at him sternly and crossed her arms.

"That's not funny, Dane," she said. "And how would you know? You weren't there. And besides..." She didn't know what else to say, shaking her head and taking a step back.

"After Dad finished, she saw you through the hole in the door and figured out what was going on. She wanted me to tell you..."

"Fuck," Sam said, closing her eyes and collapsing to the floor. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck."

"Sam, it's not a big deal, okay? Sam. Sam!"

"It's a big fucking deal, Dane," she said. "I sucked his dick. I sucked my father's dick! I even... fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"I know. Mom knows. She's going to have to tell dad at some point, but she said that's not going to be a big deal."

"Oh really?" she yelled. "He's just going to be okay with that fact that he had his cock in his daughter's fucking pussy!"

Dane stood, lifting her off the ground and pulling her bodily to the bed as she glared at him.

"Are you going to listen to me or are you going to keep yelling. I'm trying to help you."

Her anger softened, and she suddenly began to wonder why she'd gotten so pissed at him in the first place. Flopping back on the bed, she covered her face with her hands and shook her head.

"I can't take this anymore," she cried. "I can't fucking do this. Pastor Asshole, Amanda, Keith, Dr. Sanderson, the guys at the Mess Around, Zoey, Brandon, you, Toni, Wade, now my own father. How many people will I fucking corrupt because I can't control my own damn impulses?"

He moved over and laid down on the bed next to her, his arm holding his head up.

"You know, you said you needed me. I'm here now."

"Dane," she said, shaking her head and rewetting her face with tears.

"Sam, let me help you," he said softly, his hand on her stomach.

"Just stop," she begged, turning over and facing away from him. "I wouldn't survive it if I hurt you. So just... please."

He sighed, kissing her shoulder through her shirt.

After a long silence he finally spoke again, asking, "would you like me to go?"

She sighed deeply, realizing in that moment that she wanted, no... she needed him to stay.

She shook her head, reaching back and pulling his arm over her. "Just... stop talking," she said weakly.

An hour went by while the two enjoyed each other's presence. Eventually, Sam's stomach rumbled in protest, and she sighed deeply.

"How about I see if mom can bring us some sandwiches," he said quietly.

She didn't answer for a few seconds, but then surprised herself by nodding her assent to the idea.

Dane rolled over to his back and pulled out his phone, then sent a message to his mother via text. Sam heard it beep a minute or so later in response.

"Okay," he said. "She said she's happy to bring something."

Sam nodded, then turned over and faced him, burying her face in his chest. About ten minutes later, footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by a soft knocking on the door.

Dane stood, heading over and unlocking it while Sam stayed facing away.

"Here you go," her mother said, her voice distinct and calm.

"Thank you," Dane said.

"Sam," her mother continued, "I just want you both to know that I love you both very much, and nothing, nothing is ever going to change that. Nothing you could ever do will ever make me love you less. You've done nothing wrong."

Sam felt fresh tears welling up and forced herself from bed. She stood, rushing over and slid easily into her mother's outstretched arms. Several minutes went by as they stood hugging, Dane having moved silently out of the way with the food.

Finally, Sam mustered the courage to look her mother in the eyes, telling herself that she had to face the music for what had happened.

"Mom... I'm s..." she began, but her apology was stifled by two fingers resting on her lips.

"You don't need to apologize," her mother said. "Not ever. Okay?"

Sam nodded, burying her face in her mother's chest and crying anew. Several minutes and a few forehead kisses later, their mother finally extricated herself and left the two alone. Shutting the door, Sam turned and went over to the bed where Dane was waiting with the food. Grabbing a can of soda and one of the sandwiches, she scooted up onto the bed, Dane moving up beside her and leaning easily against her headboard.

The two ate in silence, Dane wolfing down his two sandwiches and the majority of the chips while Sam barely managed to finish her one.

He briefly left the room to use the bathroom and take the empty tray back downstairs but returned quickly.

"Would you mind if we snugglebugged?" she asked. "I promise, I won't be inappropriate."

He nodded, smiling at her.

"Be right back," she said, heading off to the bathroom to relieve herself and to brush her teeth. That done, she went back to her room and shut the door, not bothering to lock it since she was going to be behaving herself.

Dane was already in bed, his shirt off, but his boxer shorts still on. She slipped off the pajama bottoms that she'd been wearing, but kept the baggy shirt on, as well as her panties. Sliding in after she flipped off the light, she snuggled up against his chest, but then flipped over as he got close to her and spooned.

She quickly felt much better than she had in days, thankful that Dane wasn't trying to fix things for her, and that he was just content to be there with her, a source of comfort. After an hour, sleep found them both.

***

The warm, muscular presence behind her was making her back sweat a bit, but as she slowly rose up out of her slumber, she knew she wasn't going to move away. Still, the gentle bit of movement that she had committed to was enough for him to stir, and she felt his hand move from her stomach down to her thigh.

Warm lips kissed the nape of her neck, and he squeezed her bare leg. The hand doing the squeezing moved slowly, and she became keenly aware of the large fleshy rod poking her in the rump. Fingers gently pulled at the edge of her panties, and she held her breath, not wanting to encourage him but not wanting him to stop. Butterflies of nervous energy fluttered in her stomach and on the pale, goose-bumped skin where his fingers touched like he was using them to paint his affection.

His other arm was underneath her pillow, but he began to move it around beneath her until he'd managed to get his hand up, agonizingly slowly conforming his fingers to one of her breasts through her shirt. His other hand managed to push a couple of fingers under her panties and was driving them inch by horrible inch down her body.

She held violently still, her body stiff and frozen in place, her breathing almost imperceptible as she felt her nipples harden into diamonds. His lips danced across her shoulder, his nose gently nudging the warm supple flesh as his tongue flicked out and teased her skin for a moment.

Down her panties crawled, her mind screaming for them to go faster, to free her and let him do as he willed. She could feel her pussy moisten and arched her back involuntarily, pushing her breast into his hand, down her ass and past the curve of her hips, then slowly, slowly onward.

The lower side of her panties was higher due to her weight pressing them into the mattress, yet she couldn't freely lift her hips and let him know that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Could she?

He answered the question for her a moment later, stopping the painfully slow downward crawl and moving horizontally across her waist. A single digit crawled just inside her soft, cotton panties, freshly dampened with her arousal and aching need. Down to the other side of her body the finger journeyed, stopping every few moments to tease her with just a momentary pause, finally sending a single shiver racing through her and causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and bite her lip in an effort to stifle the urge to scream in defeat.

The single digit moved down, pulling again on the other side of her waist, coercing the offending garment lower once more. She forced her eyes open, her mouth following suit and opening in a silent cry of anguish. Further still her panties were drawn, down, down her body. He worked them down her left hip, over the ample curve kept there. Then once again, it began its methodical trek across her lower back, pausing every infuriating few centimeters to terrorize her.

Both nipples were hurting they were so erect, one cold from the cool air of the room despite the garment covering it, and the other kept safe and warm in the secure embrace of his other hand. A silent scream came from her gaping lips as she willed herself to surrender to the persuading tongue that teased the nape of her neck.

The single finger found purchase again on her panties, pulling down the first side again, sliding it over the rounded edge of her rump. She whimpered for only a moment, her mouth immediately snapping shut. The deed was finished though, her panties pulled out of the way enough for his ridiculously perfect erection to slide up and dive just inside.

His hand moved back up now that it was free of its first task, his fingers caressing the skin of her stomach. It dived deftly inside her drenched, deviant little daffodil, dancing across and dipping between her satin lips, drenched with arousal, then driving up through them to drag dangerously across her little dumpling in a delightful dalliance that left her hoping for him to devour her. A soft moan escaped her lips despite her best efforts to stifle it.

She felt the heat from the presence of his swollen mushroom head hovering a hair's breadth away from the promised land. She felt everything in her world coalesce into this one, perfect, shining moment.

And then...

"I love you, Sam."

He drove the crown effortlessly inside, easing deep into her and pulling her tight against his waist.

"Oh... God..." She turned her head and kissing him deeply, surrendering to him completely.

She moved her leg up, spreading her thighs for him as one hand joined the other in mauling her breasts.

Methodically he plunged into her, slowly pushing her closer and closer to the gaping chasm of pleasure awaiting her. She started to cum in moments, her orgasm hammering into her and causing her to cry out softly in the cool night air. Still, he continued to thrust, until she'd finally slowed her cries and once again craned her head to kiss him.

He slid free, momentarily making her wistful of his presence until she felt him move over the top of her. Though he had to take a second to finish removing her panties, he quickly slid down between her legs and slid his cock back in where it belonged. In the dim moonlight peeking through her window, she stared up at him as he stared right back down at her, his cock buried inside.

Her legs spread for him, locking around his waist, she pulled him down for a kiss and arched her hips to meet him on a downthrust. Pulling back a bit, she studied his face as he continued to thrust, slowly building up speed until she felt him reaching the precipice. Her second orgasm was fast approaching and after a final kiss from his lips, she felt a powerful wave of pleasure swallow her, his beautiful cock pumping again and again inside her.

"Fuck," she whispered. "Oh fuck! I love you, Dane. I love you so much."

Panting, the two slowed their efforts, and she sighed in pleasure as he collapsed down on top of her.

***

Blissful sleep followed, and several hours later she awoke feeling the sweat of their two bodies clinging to both of them. His cock had shrunken down and been forced from her at some point, the sheets wet and cold from the ooze that had dripped down underneath her. She didn't care, though, and simply enjoyed recalling the wonderous event that had just transpired.

No matter where her life took her, she somehow knew that she'd just experience a single, perfect moment. Everything that had happened, everything that would happen; none of it mattered when compared with what she and Dane had just experienced together. It didn't feel like her knowing that she'd never have better sex or anything ridiculous like that. It was more like, she's just experienced perfection, as if the act of making love couldn't have been done any more perfectly between the two of them.

She opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling in the dark room as she listened to Dane's comforting, heavy breathing. She felt ridiculous then, rolling her eyes at herself as she silently gushed over how perfect the moment had seemed.

What happened next didn't seem to matter though. She definitely didn't know what it would be. Neither did she feel "fixed" by any stretch of the imagination.

Still, something was different. Silently musing, she tried to figure out what it was, when all at once, it hit her, and she smiled.

No matter what else happened, she knew that she was going to be okay.

Sam smiled and closed her eyes to go back to sleep.

*****

Dane

He stared quietly at the ceiling while Sam snored adorably next to him, her mouth open and drool oozing down her cheek. He felt happy, content. He didn't think that things in his life were permanently fixed by any means, but he knew that he'd done a good thing.

Though tired and ready for sleep, he needed to use the bathroom before that was going to happen. Gently, he pulled himself from beneath her and slid quietly out of her bed. Pausing to pull on his underwear, he stepped silently from her room and pulled the door almost closed before turning and heading to the bathroom.

Spending a few minutes in there relieving himself and brushing his teeth, he was about to return to her room when the urge to get a drink hit him. He adjusted his course and walked quietly down the stairs, then turned into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet and getting some water, he took a deep swig and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was just before midnight, though it felt much later than that.

Movement behind him startled him a bit and he turned, seeing his mother coming in wearing a robe and a curious smile on her face.

He blushed and took another drink, feeling the awkwardness of the moment hit him.

"So, everything went okay I take it?" she asked, flashing him a smile as she came over.

He swallowed what he had in his mouth and coughed a little bit as it went down the wrong way, eliciting a smile from his mother. It took a few seconds but he finally managed to clear his throat enough to talk.