I moved to lay down beside her, but she sat up and stopped me. She stood up with me kissing me again, moaning as she tasted herself on my lips. Without a word she turned around and got on her knees. I watched my sister’s ass rise up to meet my cock as she reached back to guide me inside her. I held onto her hips as I pushed my way into her. God she felt so good.
As I started to thrust into her she reached back and caressed my shaft and balls.
“Rub yourself baby,” I whispered.
I felt her fingers start to massage her clit as I continued to slide into her. Her body shook and tensed up as she started rubbing faster causing me to speed up as well. In a few minutes I could feel my own orgasm fast approaching. Jess’ thighs were tense and trembling as she neared, finally going stiff once more as she crested. She buried her face in the blankets, but I could hear her moans as she came. Her pussy tightened as spasmed around my cock as she shook uncontrollably.
This pushed my own orgasm over, and I pulled her hips against me as hard as I could. I leaned back, trying to push as deep into her a possible as I unloaded my cum inside her. Jessica moaned happily as she felt my cum enter her, pushing back to help me get as deep as possible.
We remained motionless for a minute as my cock pushed out the last few pulses of cum into her. Eventually, she rolled off and flopped onto the bed using a hand to cover her vagina and keep my semen from leaking out. I lay down beside her kissing her lovingly.
“Better now?” I asked.
“Mmhmm,” she said scooting up and getting under the covers.
“I didn’t think you’d have the energy for this tonight,” I said climbing into bed as well.
“What can I say? I have a lot of adrenaline after an attack. I’m exhausted but wound up at the same time. This helps work it out of my system. Now I am ready for bed.”
We kissed good night, then spooned each other. Jess held my arm against her nuzzling my elbow.
“Promise you won’t leave me?” she asked suddenly.
“Leave you? Never! Why on Earth would you be afraid of that?”
“I dunno.” she shrugged.
“Why?” I prodded.
“Just, you know, we can’t get married. Can’t have kids. Can’t be a family.”
“Well, we already are family, so-” I was cut off by an elbow to the ribs.
“You know what I mean. I’m worried that you’ll get mad because of that and leave me.”
“Jessica,” I said turning her to me. “My J-Bird. I love you. You hear me? I. Love. You. With everything I am. I gave you my heart, and I could no more leave you than it. So what if you and I can’t have kids? We’ll adopt if we really want one. No matter what, it’s you and me. Always.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her lovingly. Jess wrapped her arms around me drifting off to sleep curled up against me.
*****
I was awoken earlier than usual with a major cramp in my leg. All of the activity yesterday must’ve been too much. I walked around the room as the cramp subsided. Now I was awake, and 5:30 am was too late to go back to bed. Well, it was a Saturday anyway so it wasn’t like I had to be fully awake all day.
Leaving Jess to enjoy her dreams, I threw on a t-shirt and some shorts then made my way to the kitchen. Maggie must’ve still been asleep since everything was quiet.
I had no idea what she liked for breakfast, but I figured it was hard for anyone to hate bacon and eggs. So as quietly as I could I started working on breakfast. In about twenty minutes, a massive breakfast was laid out. Biscuits (from the tube of course), sausage patties, crisp bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, and fresh fruits were ready for devouring.
Then I realized that everyone was still sleeping. Talk about bad timing. Shrugging, I made myself a plate then sat at the kitchen table to enjoy.
About five minutes later, Maggie walked in. She wore nightgown that hung loosely on her, except around her chest. Her ample breasts pushed against the material, and her hard nipples were easy to make out. She rubbed her eyes against the bright kitchen lights, inhaling deeply.
“Something smells amazing,” she said, marveling at the buffet before her.
“Thank you,” I said smiling while trying not to stare at her chest.
Maggie just stood there for a moment, unsure what to do before finally asking, “Can I have some, please?”
“Of course,” I said through a mouthful of food. “I made this for you after all.”
“Sorry. I’m not used to this,” she said as she took a plate and started loading it up. As I watched the growing mound of food on her plate, I wondered if Jess was going to get to eat.
“Where’s Jess?” she asked.
“Sound asleep last I checked. She’s a heavy sleeper after an attack.”
Maggie sat at the table across from me.
“Is what happened last night how the always are?”
“Sometimes. They used to be much worse” I shuddered at some of her more hysterical attacks when we were younger. “We’re still not one-hundred percent sure what brings it on, but they’re hard to stop. So far I’m the only thing that seems to work.”
“Oh. Must make dating hard.” she immediately looked a bit embarrassed at mentioning that.
“Makes it nearly impossible to be honest. Most women can’t understand it. They think she should be able to just not have them.” I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “The few girls I’ve dated in the past thought they could handle it. Then Jess has a moment where she needs me. And the girl I’m with can’t take it. She doesn’t like that I’m giving more attention to my sister than to her. Or that Jess has to accompany us on a date sometimes. Or that I’ve canceled the date because Jess needs me. Or we get . . . ya know . . . interrupted because Jess has an attack.”
“Interrupted?” She asked realization slowly dawning on her. “Oh, you mean . . . interrupted.”
“Yeah.” I laughed, remembering the last time it happened years ago.
“Still looking then I take it?”
“Eh.” I shrugged noncommittally, knowing I couldn’t admit that I’d already found the perfect girl and she was sleeping in my bed upstairs. “I guess.”
Maggie turned her attention her to plate of food and began shoveling it into her mouth.
“Woah, slow down.” I laughed.
“Sorry.” she managed to say before swallowing.
“In a rush?”
“No, just habit. We didn’t have much time to eat there. Had to get in what we could before time was up.”
“Jeez,” I said, shaking my head. “Well with us, you can take all the time you want to eat most days.”
Maggie nodded and started eating a little slower. In between bites I couldn’t help but notice her yawning occasionally.
“You okay?” I asked
“Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.”
A cold panic raced through me. Did we keep her up? We went back to our quiet ways, but what if she could hear better than Mom and Dad?
“Oh?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could. “What was wrong?”
“Bed was too soft. Room was too quiet. No cell block noise. No large women snoring.” We laughed. “Just . . . you know different.”
“But better I hope?” I asked as relief rushed through me.
“Worlds better yes.”
I smiled and nodded, getting up to put my dishes in the sink. About halfway there, I heard Maggie gasp and a loud clattering of her fork hitting the plate. I looked back and saw Maggie staring at my damaged leg. Her eyes were glued to the scarred and pitted skin that made up the calf. She caught me looking at her staring, and she looked down, her face turning an adorable shade of pink.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know it was . . . you know.”
“Scarred?” I offered and sighed, “Yeah, they did everything they could, but surgery can’t replace missing muscle tissue.”
“He did this, didn’t he?”
“Not directly, but yeah.”
“God, you must hate my family.”
“Oh no, Maggie.” I sat down beside her, taking her hand in mine. “Not at all. It wasn’t your fault he did what he did. Honestly, I don’t even hate him really. Not anymore. I feel sorry for him, what he went through. And I’m sorry that you had to go through what you did. What you’re going through now.” I nodded at her ankle monitor. “But hate? I don’t have time for that.” I grinned, making her smile a little.
“Does it hurt?” she asked concerned.
“Not usually. Though it is weaker and I have to be careful standing on it. Can’t put too much weight on it either, but that’s okay. I never liked running track anyway.”
She laughed at my lame joke and I gave her a quick hug. I got up and finished cleaning my dishes. I didn’t look back but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Maggie staring at my damaged leg.
*****
The next few days passed in relative quiet. Mom and Dad called almost hourly to check in on us, making sure Maggie hadn’t murdered us or something.
On Monday morning, the real world called us once again. We said bye to Maggie then went into the office. A few hours later, I received a text.
Can I get something to eat from the fridge?
Of course.
Okay, just making sure.
A few minutes later.
Can I watch TV?
Of course. It’s your house too.
Sorry. Just checking.
I was reminded of the movie Shawshank Redemption, when Red was let out and how he said he had spent years asking permission to do everything, including going to the bathroom, that he had trouble adjusting to the outside world. I stared at my phone for a minute, realizing that Maggie was in the same place. I was also glad that she hadn’t been in so long that she wanted to go back.
Over lunch in my office, Jess and I agreed that Maggie would take some time to adjust to this new life. Of course, then she’d have to adjust again after the monitor was removed.