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Part VII
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“Gabby, the only way I know that you will stay with me is if it is only me. I hate to do this, and I thought I wouldn’t have to, but I do. The only way I can know that we will always be together is if it is only us. Not Ty.”
My heart dropped at this news. Gabby had to choose between me and Abby. I couldn’t imagine life without either of them, but I might be losing one or both. I couldn’t bear this.
Several hours had elapsed, and I sat in my empty apartment. The twins had gone. I was in shock at what had happened. Abby, the sister I thought would never fall in love, especially with a girl, had confessed her love to my Gabby. She wouldn’t accept the three of us as one couple, and offered Gabby and ultimatum. Me or her. Gabby was stunned. She left, and walked aimlessly around the town, trying to clear her head. Abby had gone back to her dorm, obviously not in the best of moods. I was so distracted that noting held the joy that it normally did. I couldn’t eat. Food just didn’t have the same taste, and I really didn’t care for any right now. TV couldn’t hold my attention, everything reminding me of Gabby. I couldn’t bear to lose her. I had to try to fix this. I went to my bed early that night, trying to relax and clear my head. Hopefully the answer would come to me in my sleep.
Meanwhile, Abby was in a similar situation in her dorm room. She now understood how her twin sister had felt in the time before Ty had shown up. And could she really blame Ty? She had no right to. After all, she was the one who approved his idea to come out here, the one who told him Gabby needed him here. She just couldn’t live with the possibility of Gabby leaving her. She had loved her parents dearly, and, through no fault of their own, had left her. She tried not to love again, but Gabby was just too perfect. She had to make sure she would never feel that kind of emotional pain again. But could she cause that kind of pain on Ty?
Gabby continued to walk aimlessly. Strolling down random streets, not really paying attention to where she went. She knew that she should be in the library or at home doing work, but doubted something as mundane as homework could keep her attention. She was utterly torn. She had resigned to burry her feelings for her sister, believing that they would remain unrequited. She had thrown all of her love at Ty, and he graciously gave all of his back. There was no way she could leave that. But could she leave her sister? Her first real sexual experience, and far and away her best friend. Not to mention the love she felt for her every time Abby’s name was even mentioned. She had to find a way to get the three of them together.
I continued to sit on my bed in the empty apartment. Sleep would not come to me, forcing me to stay awake with only my thoughts to keep me company. Naturally, they incessantly brought up my love triangle. How could this be fixed? Run away with Gabby? No, I can’t hurt Abby like that. It would rip her heart out. Run away myself? No, I couldn’t live with the pain, and I don’t think Gabby could either. I sighed in frustration. My arms unfolded from my chest, stretching to the ends of the bed. I felt something plastic hit my finger. I looked over and saw the double dildo sitting on the bed, used only once by my twin sisters. Closing my eyes, I remembered the heat of that passionate sex. My mind drifted, especially to the time we shared at the beach.
We had left early, the twins not letting me see their bathing suits before we got to the beach. On the drive, they both sat in the back, mercilessly attacking each other. My eyes quickly darted between the road and the rearview mirror, seeing what action I could. By the time we had gotten to the beach, Abby’s fingers were buried in Gabby’s cunt. She left Gabby hanging as they both got out of the car, Gabby desperately needed to cum. My bathing suit was tented in front of me after witnessing the lesbian show in my back seat. We walked to a spot in the sand, and lay out our towels. Finally, the twins took off their beach shirts and revealed the skimpiest bikinis I have ever seen. The biggest piece of cloth on it was the tag saying “Machine wash only.” Brilliantly outlining their asses and cunts, I could almost see the arousal they both had. In order to tease me, they both laid out and asked me to rub them down with lotion. Gladly, I took the bottle and began to massage the white goo into their backs. Hopefully I would be shooting some different white goo onto them later in the day. By the time I had them sufficiently covered, I was hard enough to cut a diamond. Gabby stood up and led me to the ocean. We entered until the water was about up to just under Gabby’s breasts. They appeared to be floating, like the most enticing buoys I had ever seen. Without even a look around, Gabby wrapped her legs around me, and surreptitiously moved her bikini bottoms aside. Inside the water, she impaled her self on my cock, allowing me to sink into her steaming cunt. The temperature difference between the cool ocean and the boiling hot cunt was just amazing. The water allowed for such a smooth fucking, I was just gliding in and out of her, feeling nothing but absolute pleasure. I could see Gabby felt the same based solely on her face. Her mouth in the classic “o” shape, her eyes rolled back into her head, and soft whimpers barely audible over the sloshing water. Finally, we came simultaneously, my cum creating a white stream in the ocean as it oozed out of Gabby’s cunt. Looking around, we got away with out anyone noticing us, except of course our nymph of a sister.
That was a long time ago. I began to cry at the lack of progress and the thought of losing my sisters and lovers. My pain was unbearable. Slowly, I cried myself to sleep. Before sleep graciously took me into its clutches, a brief thought of courting Abby came into play. If we all loved each other… The thought remained unfinished as sleep finally came.
Abby was busy doing the same thing in her empty dorm room. Crying at the potential loss of her brother and sister. Gabby still had not returned from her walk, and Abby was starting to get worried. She tried calling, but Gabby wouldn’t answer. She sat and thought of what she had said to Gabby and her brother. She realized how selfish she was being, but could not shake the feeling. The thought of losing Gabby was just too much to bear. She would love if Ty was still a part of their life, just not in their bedroom. He could just return to being their brother and protector. Yea! That had to be it! It was the only way to keep all of them together without causing pain. Abby had stopped crying, and fell asleep, thinking she had solved the problem. During the night however, dreams of that life came.
Gabby finally returned to the dorm, but could not see her sister right now. She crashed in her RA’s room, taking advantage of the extra space and the air mattress that was available. She debated talking to her RA about her problems, but did not want to bring up incest and bisexuality, so she kept it to herself. She knew that she was the only one who could salvage the relationship. Treat it like a custody case? Weekdays with Abby, weekends with Ty? Was that possible? Was it fair? Was there a way out.
Ty passed a dreamless night. Constantly waking due to discomfort. He knew that he would not be himself in the morning, and that he would get very little rest until this problem was solved. And if it wasn’t solved in his favor, maybe even less rest.
During the night, dreams plagued Abby sleep. She saw her and Gabby in a warm embrace, naked and holding each other. Both of them had just came, each of them had the residue of the other’s orgasm on her face. Abby smiled in her sleep. Ty knocked on the door in her dream, she opened it, and he looked terrible. His six foot plus frame was slouched over. His hair messy and unwashed. His clothes seemed to be worn all week. He looked like he belonged out on the street, asking people for spare change. Before the dream could end, Abby woke with a start and the frightening life that dream had proposed. After an hour or so of tossing and turning she fell asleep again, only to repeat the process of bad dreams for the rest of her night.
Gabby, like her siblings, could not sleep restfully. She tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. She tried to count sheep, tense and un-tense her muscles in an attempt to tire her out. She even tried reading one of her more boring textbooks, hoping that it would put her to sleep. Finally, at three in the morning, sleep consumed her.
The phone rang. I felt as though I had just gotten back to sleep, and now I was awoken again. I knew my night of sleep was finished.
“What?” I asked very angrily into the phone.
“Is this Ty?”
I didn’t recognize the voice. Great, a telemarketer. Just what a need. Some low life peddling something that nobody needs.
“Yea, I’m Ty.” I tried to put as much anger and annoyance into my voice as possible. If this jack ass had woken me up, I wanted him to feel like shit at his joke of a job.
“Sorry to disturb you, but it seems as though your sister was in an accident.”
I immediately snapped out of my rage of anger. Pain and concern gripped me tightly. “Which one? Is she ok?
“Her license says Gabriela. You were her emergency contact. She is in St. Andrews Hospital. You can see her anytime.”
“Ok, I’ll be there right away. Thank you.”
Immediately I sped over to Abby’s dorm. I ran up to her room and pounded on the door, not caring who I woke up. Sleepily, Abby answered the door, still clad in her pajamas. I had woken her up.
“What Ty?” She sounded annoyed, angry, and just plain pissed to see me. Frankly, I couldn’t blame her. But her feelings would have to wait.
“We have to go. Now.” I didn’t bother to explain, I grabbed her hand and forced her to run with me to my car. As soon as we were in and on the way, I told her of my call only five minutes earlier.
We raced down the streets in silence. The sun shone down on us. I hated it. With the way we were feeling, life needed to stop. Nobody she be able to feel joy when we were so upset. Finally, we reached the hospital. I sped to the front desk. As if she had all the time in the world, the lady behind the desk took her time in noticing me and then finally saying something.
“Welcome to St. Andrews. If you are here to check in, please go over there, if –“
I cut her off, I was in no mood to here my options. “My sister is here. I need her room number.”
“Please, sir, remain calm. Do not get testy with me.” She replied in a manner so nonchalant that it chilled me to the core. Don’t get testy? Remain calm? My sister was in the fucking hospital.
“Listen lady, I need to know her room.”
Ok, ok. Just tell me her name and I will get her chart.”
Finally some progress. I told her the name, and we got directions to the ICU ward. Together, Abby and I sprinted to the ICU, hopeful to find Gabby awake and cheerful. Unfortunately, our worst fears were confirmed when she lay there in a coma. Completely unresponsive to the world. I had heard somewhere that people can hear when they are in a coma. I made my presence known.
“Gab. It’s me Ty. I just want to let you know that I love you. I always will. Nothing can change that.” I tried to hold back tears as I kissed her forehead. I left the room to gather myself in the waiting room. I couldn’t see my love like that. It pained me too much.
Abby surprised me with her strength. She stayed in, holding onto Gabby’s hand gently. Over and over she would whisper into Gabby’s ear, and repeatedly kiss her on the forehead. Finally I was able to summon enough strength to reenter the room. The doctors told us that she was in a coma, and they did not know when or if she would wake up.
“What happened?” Tears marred my face as I asked the question. I had to know.
“She was walking early this morning. According to several eyewitnesses, she was struck by a motorcyclist as he sped down Roosevelt Drive. Instead of being run over, she jumped up as she was hit, causing the impact to send her into the air. She came down on the street, landing on her neck. She was instantly knocked out, and suffered some internal bruising. Over all, she is not in terrible shape, physically. We just need to wait out the coma.” The doctor delivered the news with a stoic face, as if unfazed by the trauma my sister was put through. The trauma we were all going through.
Abby and I waited there for the day until visiting hours were over. We went back to my apartment that night. Abby and I could not be alone. We gave strict instructions that if anything were to happen, positive or negative, that I be called ASAP. We arrived at my apartment, and the two of us went to my bedroom. Emotionally drained from the day, we fell asleep. For the time being, our feud was on hold.
I woke up with my arms around Abby, and momentarily forgot what had happened. I felt as though I was holding my love in my arms, and kissed her on her forehead. I realized, however, that it was Abby, and not Gabby in my arms. My cheeks turned a deep shade of red in my embarrassment. Abby looked up at me, not angry or embarrassed, but just sad. I held her in my arms to console her. Her emotions from the past day caught up with her, and she started bawling. I held her close, her head on my shoulder. I gently caressed her back, hoping she would stop crying. Her tears were like little daggers in my heart. She looked up at me, the crying over, but the tears still sitting on her face. I wiped them away from her, drying her gorgeous face. She leaned up against me, pressing her body against mine, and softly kissed me. I returned the kiss. Our mouths remained closed, and nothing more happened. It was as if her kiss was just a thank you for consoling her.
We drove back to the hospital. The only time we were not in the room with our unconscious sister was to notify school and work of our indefinite absence. Gently we offered encouragements to our sister to wake her up. We spoke of how much we needed her and missed her. We were a wreck without her, and desperately needed her to awaken from her coma. The doctors said there had been no change, but we continued to wait the entire day, hoping for something to happen. I tried to remain strong for Abby, continually holding her, telling her everything would be fine. If only I could believe what I was saying. Gabby’s friends from her hall came and went, but we stayed the entire day. Again, at the end of visiting hours, we were ushered home, completely and utterly exhausted.
Again, we collapsed onto my bed in my apartment. Abby spent most of the night clinging to me. Her arms never unclasped from behind my neck, as she held onto me for comfort. During the night, I awoke to the sound of muffled sobs. Abby was crying into my chest. I hugged her tight, and wiped her tears away, again telling her everything would be fine. Again, she pressed against me and kissed me. “Thank you Ty. I couldn’t get through this without you.”
“We’re both having a tough time. She’ll pull through though. I know she will.” For the first time in a while, I saw her smile. I missed it. I leaned down and kissed her. As I tried to pull away, she held onto my head, allowing her tongue to come into contact with my lips.
I pulled off of her. “Abby, are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re vulnerable and sad right now. You don’t mean this.”
“Yes, I do. I want this.”
With that, her lips and mine were pulled together as if by magnetic force. She kissed me with a passion I had only witnessed from Gabby. Letting our hands roam, I started to stroke the small of her back. Her hands went down the front of my body, running her hands over my chest and abs. Silently, we both lifted the other’s shirt. First hers came off, then mine. She slept without a bra. I gently kissed the tips of her nipples before running my hands over her smooth stomach and towards her pants. I pulled down her sleep pants, leaving her only in her panties. She was gently stroking the bulge in the front of my boxers, slowly building my arousal. She hooked her hands inside my boxers and pulled them down. I returned the favor with her panties. We each began to stroke the other’s sex organ, each of us feeling the other’s excitement. I pulled her off from on top of me, and gently placed her on her back. I kissed her, which she returned with such a passion. I looked into her eyes, as if asking her if she was sure about this. She looked back at me, tears in her eyes, and nodded ever so slightly. I slowly sunk into her. All the way to the hilt until I was buried inside her. We didn’t move, we just enjoyed the closeness. It was then that I noticed the look in her eye. The look Gabby gave me and we made love. The look that she gave Gabby when Gabby mentioned the word love. My sister was falling in love with me. She loved how I was protecting her, how I was able to console her. Happy, I began to pump in and out of her. Not fucking her with fast strokes, but making love to her, slowly. Each stroke was gently, and laced with feeling. I wanted us to be close together for a long time, not just a quick fuck. For what felt like hours, I slowly thrusted in and out of my sister, while she lay there, matching my tempo, and nervously biting on her lower lip. Her orgasm approached, and she let out a quiet whimper. As she started to contract, I unloaded deep inside her. Our coupling finished, but the love remaining. I gently pulled out of her, and lay down on my back. She turned to me, and lay her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around me to keep me close. We looked at each other. No words passed our lips, but the feeling of love was evident. Happily, we each allowed sleep to consume us.
We woke up in silence, and drove over to St. Andrews, not speaking, but giving each other furtive glances. I knew how we both felt, but did not want to pressure her into saying anything she didn’t want to. I wanted her to be comfortable with what happened between us, so instead of verbally communicating, I just held her. Throughout the day at the hospital, she either sat in my lap or held my hand, not wanting to break the physicalTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
This one is long as hell.
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“Gabby, the only way I know that you will stay with me is if it is only me. I hate to do this, and I thought I wouldn’t have to, but I do. The only way I can know that we will always be together is if it is only us. Not Ty.”
My heart dropped at this news. Gabby had to choose between me and Abby. I couldn’t imagine life without either of them, but I might be losing one or both. I couldn’t bear this.
Several hours had elapsed, and I sat in my empty apartment. The twins had gone. I was in shock at what had happened. Abby, the sister I thought would never fall in love, especially with a girl, had confessed her love to my Gabby. She wouldn’t accept the three of us as one couple, and offered Gabby and ultimatum. Me or her. Gabby was stunned. She left, and walked aimlessly around the town, trying to clear her head. Abby had gone back to her dorm, obviously not in the best of moods. I was so distracted that noting held the joy that it normally did. I couldn’t eat. Food just didn’t have the same taste, and I really didn’t care for any right now. TV couldn’t hold my attention, everything reminding me of Gabby. I couldn’t bear to lose her. I had to try to fix this. I went to my bed early that night, trying to relax and clear my head. Hopefully the answer would come to me in my sleep.
Meanwhile, Abby was in a similar situation in her dorm room. She now understood how her twin sister had felt in the time before Ty had shown up. And could she really blame Ty? She had no right to. After all, she was the one who approved his idea to come out here, the one who told him Gabby needed him here. She just couldn’t live with the possibility of Gabby leaving her. She had loved her parents dearly, and, through no fault of their own, had left her. She tried not to love again, but Gabby was just too perfect. She had to make sure she would never feel that kind of emotional pain again. But could she cause that kind of pain on Ty?
Gabby continued to walk aimlessly. Strolling down random streets, not really paying attention to where she went. She knew that she should be in the library or at home doing work, but doubted something as mundane as homework could keep her attention. She was utterly torn. She had resigned to burry her feelings for her sister, believing that they would remain unrequited. She had thrown all of her love at Ty, and he graciously gave all of his back. There was no way she could leave that. But could she leave her sister? Her first real sexual experience, and far and away her best friend. Not to mention the love she felt for her every time Abby’s name was even mentioned. She had to find a way to get the three of them together.
I continued to sit on my bed in the empty apartment. Sleep would not come to me, forcing me to stay awake with only my thoughts to keep me company. Naturally, they incessantly brought up my love triangle. How could this be fixed? Run away with Gabby? No, I can’t hurt Abby like that. It would rip her heart out. Run away myself? No, I couldn’t live with the pain, and I don’t think Gabby could either. I sighed in frustration. My arms unfolded from my chest, stretching to the ends of the bed. I felt something plastic hit my finger. I looked over and saw the double dildo sitting on the bed, used only once by my twin sisters. Closing my eyes, I remembered the heat of that passionate sex. My mind drifted, especially to the time we shared at the beach.
We had left early, the twins not letting me see their bathing suits before we got to the beach. On the drive, they both sat in the back, mercilessly attacking each other. My eyes quickly darted between the road and the rearview mirror, seeing what action I could. By the time we had gotten to the beach, Abby’s fingers were buried in Gabby’s cunt. She left Gabby hanging as they both got out of the car, Gabby desperately needed to cum. My bathing suit was tented in front of me after witnessing the lesbian show in my back seat. We walked to a spot in the sand, and lay out our towels. Finally, the twins took off their beach shirts and revealed the skimpiest bikinis I have ever seen. The biggest piece of cloth on it was the tag saying “Machine wash only.” Brilliantly outlining their asses and cunts, I could almost see the arousal they both had. In order to tease me, they both laid out and asked me to rub them down with lotion. Gladly, I took the bottle and began to massage the white goo into their backs. Hopefully I would be shooting some different white goo onto them later in the day. By the time I had them sufficiently covered, I was hard enough to cut a diamond. Gabby stood up and led me to the ocean. We entered until the water was about up to just under Gabby’s breasts. They appeared to be floating, like the most enticing buoys I had ever seen. Without even a look around, Gabby wrapped her legs around me, and surreptitiously moved her bikini bottoms aside. Inside the water, she impaled her self on my cock, allowing me to sink into her steaming cunt. The temperature difference between the cool ocean and the boiling hot cunt was just amazing. The water allowed for such a smooth fucking, I was just gliding in and out of her, feeling nothing but absolute pleasure. I could see Gabby felt the same based solely on her face. Her mouth in the classic “o” shape, her eyes rolled back into her head, and soft whimpers barely audible over the sloshing water. Finally, we came simultaneously, my cum creating a white stream in the ocean as it oozed out of Gabby’s cunt. Looking around, we got away with out anyone noticing us, except of course our nymph of a sister.
That was a long time ago. I began to cry at the lack of progress and the thought of losing my sisters and lovers. My pain was unbearable. Slowly, I cried myself to sleep. Before sleep graciously took me into its clutches, a brief thought of courting Abby came into play. If we all loved each other… The thought remained unfinished as sleep finally came.
Abby was busy doing the same thing in her empty dorm room. Crying at the potential loss of her brother and sister. Gabby still had not returned from her walk, and Abby was starting to get worried. She tried calling, but Gabby wouldn’t answer. She sat and thought of what she had said to Gabby and her brother. She realized how selfish she was being, but could not shake the feeling. The thought of losing Gabby was just too much to bear. She would love if Ty was still a part of their life, just not in their bedroom. He could just return to being their brother and protector. Yea! That had to be it! It was the only way to keep all of them together without causing pain. Abby had stopped crying, and fell asleep, thinking she had solved the problem. During the night however, dreams of that life came.
Gabby finally returned to the dorm, but could not see her sister right now. She crashed in her RA’s room, taking advantage of the extra space and the air mattress that was available. She debated talking to her RA about her problems, but did not want to bring up incest and bisexuality, so she kept it to herself. She knew that she was the only one who could salvage the relationship. Treat it like a custody case? Weekdays with Abby, weekends with Ty? Was that possible? Was it fair? Was there a way out.
Ty passed a dreamless night. Constantly waking due to discomfort. He knew that he would not be himself in the morning, and that he would get very little rest until this problem was solved. And if it wasn’t solved in his favor, maybe even less rest.
During the night, dreams plagued Abby sleep. She saw her and Gabby in a warm embrace, naked and holding each other. Both of them had just came, each of them had the residue of the other’s orgasm on her face. Abby smiled in her sleep. Ty knocked on the door in her dream, she opened it, and he looked terrible. His six foot plus frame was slouched over. His hair messy and unwashed. His clothes seemed to be worn all week. He looked like he belonged out on the street, asking people for spare change. Before the dream could end, Abby woke with a start and the frightening life that dream had proposed. After an hour or so of tossing and turning she fell asleep again, only to repeat the process of bad dreams for the rest of her night.
Gabby, like her siblings, could not sleep restfully. She tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. She tried to count sheep, tense and un-tense her muscles in an attempt to tire her out. She even tried reading one of her more boring textbooks, hoping that it would put her to sleep. Finally, at three in the morning, sleep consumed her.
The phone rang. I felt as though I had just gotten back to sleep, and now I was awoken again. I knew my night of sleep was finished.
“What?” I asked very angrily into the phone.
“Is this Ty?”
I didn’t recognize the voice. Great, a telemarketer. Just what a need. Some low life peddling something that nobody needs.
“Yea, I’m Ty.” I tried to put as much anger and annoyance into my voice as possible. If this jack ass had woken me up, I wanted him to feel like shit at his joke of a job.
“Sorry to disturb you, but it seems as though your sister was in an accident.”
I immediately snapped out of my rage of anger. Pain and concern gripped me tightly. “Which one? Is she ok?
“Her license says Gabriela. You were her emergency contact. She is in St. Andrews Hospital. You can see her anytime.”
“Ok, I’ll be there right away. Thank you.”
Immediately I sped over to Abby’s dorm. I ran up to her room and pounded on the door, not caring who I woke up. Sleepily, Abby answered the door, still clad in her pajamas. I had woken her up.
“What Ty?” She sounded annoyed, angry, and just plain pissed to see me. Frankly, I couldn’t blame her. But her feelings would have to wait.
“We have to go. Now.” I didn’t bother to explain, I grabbed her hand and forced her to run with me to my car. As soon as we were in and on the way, I told her of my call only five minutes earlier.
We raced down the streets in silence. The sun shone down on us. I hated it. With the way we were feeling, life needed to stop. Nobody she be able to feel joy when we were so upset. Finally, we reached the hospital. I sped to the front desk. As if she had all the time in the world, the lady behind the desk took her time in noticing me and then finally saying something.
“Welcome to St. Andrews. If you are here to check in, please go over there, if –“
I cut her off, I was in no mood to here my options. “My sister is here. I need her room number.”
“Please, sir, remain calm. Do not get testy with me.” She replied in a manner so nonchalant that it chilled me to the core. Don’t get testy? Remain calm? My sister was in the fucking hospital.
“Listen lady, I need to know her room.”
Ok, ok. Just tell me her name and I will get her chart.”
Finally some progress. I told her the name, and we got directions to the ICU ward. Together, Abby and I sprinted to the ICU, hopeful to find Gabby awake and cheerful. Unfortunately, our worst fears were confirmed when she lay there in a coma. Completely unresponsive to the world. I had heard somewhere that people can hear when they are in a coma. I made my presence known.
“Gab. It’s me Ty. I just want to let you know that I love you. I always will. Nothing can change that.” I tried to hold back tears as I kissed her forehead. I left the room to gather myself in the waiting room. I couldn’t see my love like that. It pained me too much.
Abby surprised me with her strength. She stayed in, holding onto Gabby’s hand gently. Over and over she would whisper into Gabby’s ear, and repeatedly kiss her on the forehead. Finally I was able to summon enough strength to reenter the room. The doctors told us that she was in a coma, and they did not know when or if she would wake up.
“What happened?” Tears marred my face as I asked the question. I had to know.
“She was walking early this morning. According to several eyewitnesses, she was struck by a motorcyclist as he sped down Roosevelt Drive. Instead of being run over, she jumped up as she was hit, causing the impact to send her into the air. She came down on the street, landing on her neck. She was instantly knocked out, and suffered some internal bruising. Over all, she is not in terrible shape, physically. We just need to wait out the coma.” The doctor delivered the news with a stoic face, as if unfazed by the trauma my sister was put through. The trauma we were all going through.
Abby and I waited there for the day until visiting hours were over. We went back to my apartment that night. Abby and I could not be alone. We gave strict instructions that if anything were to happen, positive or negative, that I be called ASAP. We arrived at my apartment, and the two of us went to my bedroom. Emotionally drained from the day, we fell asleep. For the time being, our feud was on hold.
I woke up with my arms around Abby, and momentarily forgot what had happened. I felt as though I was holding my love in my arms, and kissed her on her forehead. I realized, however, that it was Abby, and not Gabby in my arms. My cheeks turned a deep shade of red in my embarrassment. Abby looked up at me, not angry or embarrassed, but just sad. I held her in my arms to console her. Her emotions from the past day caught up with her, and she started bawling. I held her close, her head on my shoulder. I gently caressed her back, hoping she would stop crying. Her tears were like little daggers in my heart. She looked up at me, the crying over, but the tears still sitting on her face. I wiped them away from her, drying her gorgeous face. She leaned up against me, pressing her body against mine, and softly kissed me. I returned the kiss. Our mouths remained closed, and nothing more happened. It was as if her kiss was just a thank you for consoling her.
We drove back to the hospital. The only time we were not in the room with our unconscious sister was to notify school and work of our indefinite absence. Gently we offered encouragements to our sister to wake her up. We spoke of how much we needed her and missed her. We were a wreck without her, and desperately needed her to awaken from her coma. The doctors said there had been no change, but we continued to wait the entire day, hoping for something to happen. I tried to remain strong for Abby, continually holding her, telling her everything would be fine. If only I could believe what I was saying. Gabby’s friends from her hall came and went, but we stayed the entire day. Again, at the end of visiting hours, we were ushered home, completely and utterly exhausted.
Again, we collapsed onto my bed in my apartment. Abby spent most of the night clinging to me. Her arms never unclasped from behind my neck, as she held onto me for comfort. During the night, I awoke to the sound of muffled sobs. Abby was crying into my chest. I hugged her tight, and wiped her tears away, again telling her everything would be fine. Again, she pressed against me and kissed me. “Thank you Ty. I couldn’t get through this without you.”
“We’re both having a tough time. She’ll pull through though. I know she will.” For the first time in a while, I saw her smile. I missed it. I leaned down and kissed her. As I tried to pull away, she held onto my head, allowing her tongue to come into contact with my lips.
I pulled off of her. “Abby, are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re vulnerable and sad right now. You don’t mean this.”
“Yes, I do. I want this.”
With that, her lips and mine were pulled together as if by magnetic force. She kissed me with a passion I had only witnessed from Gabby. Letting our hands roam, I started to stroke the small of her back. Her hands went down the front of my body, running her hands over my chest and abs. Silently, we both lifted the other’s shirt. First hers came off, then mine. She slept without a bra. I gently kissed the tips of her nipples before running my hands over her smooth stomach and towards her pants. I pulled down her sleep pants, leaving her only in her panties. She was gently stroking the bulge in the front of my boxers, slowly building my arousal. She hooked her hands inside my boxers and pulled them down. I returned the favor with her panties. We each began to stroke the other’s sex organ, each of us feeling the other’s excitement. I pulled her off from on top of me, and gently placed her on her back. I kissed her, which she returned with such a passion. I looked into her eyes, as if asking her if she was sure about this. She looked back at me, tears in her eyes, and nodded ever so slightly. I slowly sunk into her. All the way to the hilt until I was buried inside her. We didn’t move, we just enjoyed the closeness. It was then that I noticed the look in her eye. The look Gabby gave me and we made love. The look that she gave Gabby when Gabby mentioned the word love. My sister was falling in love with me. She loved how I was protecting her, how I was able to console her. Happy, I began to pump in and out of her. Not fucking her with fast strokes, but making love to her, slowly. Each stroke was gently, and laced with feeling. I wanted us to be close together for a long time, not just a quick fuck. For what felt like hours, I slowly thrusted in and out of my sister, while she lay there, matching my tempo, and nervously biting on her lower lip. Her orgasm approached, and she let out a quiet whimper. As she started to contract, I unloaded deep inside her. Our coupling finished, but the love remaining. I gently pulled out of her, and lay down on my back. She turned to me, and lay her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around me to keep me close. We looked at each other. No words passed our lips, but the feeling of love was evident. Happily, we each allowed sleep to consume us.
We woke up in silence, and drove over to St. Andrews, not speaking, but giving each other furtive glances. I knew how we both felt, but did not want to pressure her into saying anything she didn’t want to. I wanted her to be comfortable with what happened between us, so instead of verbally communicating, I just held her. Throughout the day at the hospital, she either sat in my lap or held my hand, not wanting to break the physicalTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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