Margaret had multiple Class 3 and 4 felonies as well as a couple of Class 2s thrown in for good measure. I’m not sure if the prosecutor was trying to make a statement with this case or if my parents were able to exert some influence, but if she went to court with all this against her she’d be looking at decades in jail.
For some reason, that wasn’t sitting well with me.
A few moments later, they came back in.
“My client has advised me that she will accept the terms of the plea,” he said
And just like that, someone’s freedom was gone. The lawyers would handle it from this point on; there was no need for any of us to stick around. The guard led her out of the room and the rest of us went outside.
Mom and dad wanted to celebrate but my stomach wasn’t up for it. Before I could say anything, Jess spoke up and saved me from having to make an announcement.
“Actually, I’m really not ready for that just yet. Do you mind if Jace and I just go home?”
“Of course not honey. You two go rest. We’ll be home later.” Mom hugged us both.
“I’m just glad all this is behind us now.”
*****
The ride home was quiet. She held my hand but kept her gaze out the passenger window. I knew when she was lost in thought and I let the miles pass in silence.
Once we were home and the door was closed behind us, Jess spun around and kissed me. Deeply and passionately. I returned her kiss, savoring every moment. Stumbling up the stairs, our clothes were hanging off by the time I shut the door to my room behind us. We were both naked once I lay her on the bed.
“Make love to me.” she breathed, the need evident in her voice.
I kissed her once more, then slid down to kneel beside the bed. Her legs opened for me and I dove in. I spread her lips apart and wrapped my lips around her swollen clit. Jess gasped and moaned as I ran my tongue across her most sensitive spot. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pushed me against her. I slid two fingers inside her, massaging her from the inside. She tasted as delicious as ever, and my fingers were quickly coated in her juice.
“Oh Jace, I’m cumming.” she gasped as I felt her entire body shudder. Jess cried out softly as she climaxed and her legs clamped around my ears.
I didn’t stop licking. Even as she came down, I kept going. Her body kept jerking as shaking as I did and moments later she cried out again, louder this time as another orgasm overtook her. My sheets were getting soaked with the juices running down and I tried to lap up as much as I could.
She pulled me up and on top of her, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. She spread her legs and lifted her hips and, after a few attempts, I was sliding inside of her. As I settled inside her, we both sighed.
“I love you so much, Jess,” I said, my forehead touching hers.
“I love you too,” she said, smiling.
“I’m not too heavy for you, am I?” I asked. The past times we’d made love, she was on top or we were doggie style. Me on top was a little different.
“Not at all. You feel perfect.”
I propped myself on my elbows and forearms, staying as close to her as I could and still perform. As I started to pump in and out of her, Jess pulled me down to kiss her.
Slowly, I made love her. She didn’t need to tell me every time she climaxed, I could feel it course through her and into me. Eventually, it was too much and I couldn’t hold back. My motions became faster and more forceful. Finally, I pushed inside her as deep as I could as I came. Jess held on to me as I did, a final orgasm rocking through her as well.
We lay like that for several minutes afterwards just savoring each other’s closeness. After a minute I sat up and looked down at her. Her hair was a mess, most of it tangled and plastered to her head. I stood up, pulling myself out of her. I watched as my cum poured out of her and onto the bed. She ran her hand across her swollen pussy, feeling our mixed fluids seep out of her.
“That was a lot!” she said gleefully.
“It was. That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“mmmm.” she sighed contentedly. “I love feeling you cum inside me, Jace. It’s warm. Comforting. Just makes me feel tingly all over.”
“That’s good,” I said, flopping onto the bed beside her. “Because I love cumming inside you.”
I propped up on one elbow and looked at my sister. She looked back at me, eyes clear and focused.
“I love you so, so much, Jace.”
“I love you too, Jess.”
We lay there, holding each other as the afternoon sun filtered through the window. We were comfortable, but I could feel that something was off.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“Something’s not right,” Jess answered quietly.
“Yeah.” I agreed, feeling it too. “I’m not sure what though.”
“Her eyes.” Jess looked over at me.
“Whose? Margaret’s? What about them?”
“You saw the hate? The anger?”
“Oh yeah. But…” I prompted.
“There was something else. Fear. Hopelessness. Desperation. Pleading.”
“How could you tell?”
She looked at me, eyes glistening slightly with unshed tears. “Because it’s how I feel every time you’re not with me.”
I pulled her close to me, holding her and doing my best to protect her. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered in her ear
“I know,” she said, holding my arm against her chest. “And I know how lucky I am to have you. She doesn’t have someone like you.”
“You saw today. I don’t think she has anyone.”
“That’s a problem,” Jess said somberly.
I nodded agreement but didn’t say anything else. After a few moments we pulled the comforter over us and just lay there together, drifting off to sleep holding each other.
The sound of the garage door opening woke us up, both of us sitting up in bed. Realizing we were still naked in my bed, we gave each other a quick “oh shit” look before Jess bolted from my bed and ran through our shared bathroom and into her room.
I chuckled as I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before walking out the door.
*****
Weeks went by in relative normality. Mom and Dad went to work. Jess and I went to classes during the day and made love almost every evening. I had fallen in love with my sister and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Mom sometimes asked if there were any girls I liked. I’d lie and say there were some I talked to but I was trying to focus on classes and graduating soon. Jess and I had three more semesters to go, and truth be told even if Jess and I weren’t together I probably wouldn’t be chasing anyone right now.
One afternoon, Dad came home with an announcement. He gathered everyone in the kitchen for a family meeting.
“The attorney called,” he said with little preamble. “She was sent to Logan Correctional. 10 years.”
“10?” I asked, surprised. “Seems a bit much.”
“Priors,” he said matter of factly. “And, given all the charges she was looking at, it could have been much, much longer.” Dad looked at me. “What’s wrong son?”
“Not sure, Dad. Just seems like there’s a big missing piece to the whole thing.”
“Jason, listen to me.” That caused me to take notice. He rarely used my actual name. “Between what their son did, and now their daughter, I’m convinced that entire family is fucked up.” that surprised me. He almost never used that word. “You can’t always fix something that’s that broken, and you can’t always worry how it became broken.”
He put his hand on my shoulder to emphasize the point.
“Some people are just broken,” he said. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
Later that night Jess and I sat outside by the pool and gazed up at the few stars we could see. The filters were running, gently churning and warming the water. There was a slight chill to the air and we had brought blankets with us to cover up. We sat side by side, trying not to present the form of two lovers but instead of a brother and sister just relaxing and looking at the stars.
“You think what Dad said is true?” Jess asked suddenly.
“What’s that?”
“That some people are broken? That they can’t be fixed?”
“I don’t know. Seems kind of too absolute to me.” I looked over to her. “Why?”
“Well,” she sniffled, “I’m kind of… broken.” I could see a few tears forming in her eyes.
“Jess, you’re not broken!”
“Oh really?” she sniffed again, using the blanket to wipe her eyes. “Look at me. I can’t live my life without you near me, and I don’t want to either.. I can’t stand to be away from you and the only thing that’s gotten me through the day lately is you-” she looked around quickly “-is you making love to me. And tell me THAT’S not just a little broken too. Not just what we’re doing but because I love it, and I love you so much.”
“It’s not normal I’ll give you that, but so what? Listen, I don’t think Dad is right. I think that anything can be fixed if you give it enough time. Enough attention.” I gave her hand a squeeze. “Enough love.”
I thought for a moment, then continued.
“You remember that old car dad worked on? The one he finally got running?”
“Yeah.” she nodded and sniffled. “He still loves that thing.”
“He showed me pictures of it once. Back when he first bought it. It was in really bad shape. Most people would have sent it off to the scrap yard years ago. Dad probably spent more money fixing it up than it was worth, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that even though it was long ago broken, he felt it was worth fixing.”
I kissed the back of her hand.
“And you? My sweet, beautiful sister, are far from broken. And this? Us? What we’re doing may not be normal, but it’s also far from broken. How can two people who love each other this much be broken?”
She smiled and I continued.
“We are nowhere near like that rusted out car that should have been sent off to the scrap yard, and if that thing wasn’t too broken then neither are we. If anything, we’re just a car that’s gotten into a minor collision. We still run just fine, just a few occasional odd ticks and dings now.”
“So we’re not broken?” she asked, a smile playing on her lips.
“No, we’re not broken.”
“Then what are we?”
I thought for a second then smiled back, “We’re not broken. We’re just a little… dented.”