Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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The night is a funny thing. It can be peaceful, pleasant, and tranquil.
A time of rejuvenation and rest. Other times, it can be a never-ending
nightmare. Restless sleep and horrible nightmares can plague in what
little time you actually achieve the desired rest. For me, the latter
was what that night in the hospital was like.
I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Why couldn't I get to sleep? Why
did the nightmares haunt me? I was tired, almost to the point where I
couldn't have stayed awake, yet I couldn't sleep.
I began to develop the theory that maybe it had something to do with
the Jack incident. Maybe the wounds he had inflicted had been just as
severe psychologically as they were physically. I wondered if that such
ends were also part the result of use of the device the day prior to
the incident, but I reprimanded myself on that thought. I knew that
what I was now was me, and I couldn't go on blaming the device whenever
something didn't feel right.
Whatever the culprit, I was still relieved when I could finally see
morning light seeping in through the hospital window. Unfortunately,
the daytime offered almost as sever a dilemma as night.
Frankly put, I was bored. I was stuck there, in a hospital room devoid
anything short of the machines that had sustained me through my coma
but were now inactive. I couldn't get up to leave, given my broken leg
and utter state of exhaustion. All I could do was lye there with my
thoughts.
One becomes very aware of the clock when they're somewhere they'd
rather not be, but can't leave. It's because of this that I knew it to
be exactly 8:47 am when a tall man attired in the garb of a doctor made
his entrance.
Unfortunately for me the doctor proved to be little relief from the
monotony. All he did was ask me some routine questions, inform me of
some test that he intended to perform later, and made his departure. I
cursed him for being so damned boring, but knew it wasn't his fault.
A true break from boredom didn't come until 10:15, when Jessica made
her appearance along with a woman I didn't know but assumed to be her
mother.
"Hi Steph," she said sheepishly. She tried to force a smile on her
face, but I could tell that seeing me like this was hard on her.
"Heya Jess. How's it going?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Okay. Are you feeling alright?"
"As good as to be expected I suppose. A little sore, but I'll deal with
it," I told her.
Jessica seemed a bit stiff. She wasn't comfortable seeing me like that.
She visibly tried to relax, but I could tell she was failing.
The conversation dragged on, sometimes forced, but usually we found
something to talk about. Jessica filled me in on happenings around the
schoolyard. People were happy that Jack had been expelled, as
apparently I wasn't the only person he'd bullied. I was just the only
one stupid enough to fight back.
"Did any of the policemen talk to you yet?" Jessica asked at one lull
in the conversation.
"What policemen? Why would they talk to me?" I asked.
"About Jack's trial," she stated.
"What about it?"
"Well, they want me to be a witness at it. I thought they would want
you to be one too," she explained.
That thought hadn't even occurred to me. When I'd heard of Jack being
expelled and prosecuted, I figured he was gone forever. Now, I figured
I had at least one more encounter in store for me. The thought
depressed me, and I think Jessica's mom picked up on that as she nudged
Jessica in an attempt to get her to drop the subject.
She continued filling me in on other happenings, most of which I didn't
care about. She did, however, pick my interest when she mentioned that
a descent amount of media coverage had gone on over my assault.
Apparently, Jack was VERY well off. His dad was a vice president of
some sorts in a fairly large corporation and basically had money coming
out of every orifice. There had been some talk of Jack being tried as
an adult, but that was quickly dropped after a crack legal team made
sure everybody realized how wrong it would be to try an eleven year old
who had only made a single mistake so harshly.
I'll be the first to admit, I'd have probably bought that argument too,
had I not been the recipient of the beating. As it stood, I wished that
they had been able to pull off going about getting him the harsher
penalty, but I figured I'd take what I could get.
After about an hour and a half Jessica's mom told us it was time for
them to go. I wished she could stick around longer, but figured it
shouldn't be too long until Mrs. Taylor and the rest of the family
showed up, so I was able to contain my boredom by considering what
would happen.
My biggest concern about their arrival was that dear old dad would be
with them. I didn't know him, at all, and he most likely remembered a
Steph, one that was quite likely a far stretch from the one that lay
there in that hospital bed. Would he go in expecting me to remember
things I didn't, or expect me to behave differently. I wished that Mrs.
Taylor had filled me in a bit more on him before she had left the day
before, but even then I knew that I would still have those concerns.
I didn't have long to brood over what would happen in the encounter, as
about ten minutes after Jessica left Mrs. Taylor and Tom came in.
"Hey hon," Mrs. Taylor said softly with a smile.
"Hey Steph," Tom said, somewhat reservedly as he seemed just about as
awkward as Jessica had earlier.
"Hey guys," I replied to their greeting, "Just the two of you?"
"No, Dad and the rest are out in the lobby. The doctor won't let more
than two people in here at a time," Tom explained.
"Ah," I said, "speaking of deal old Dad, anything I should know about
before I meet him?"
"Nothing really," Mrs. Taylor explained, "you, er, well, as far as he
knows, you two haven't seen each other in about a year, since he came
by last Christmas. He and I separated about five years ago, and he
moved across state. He comes by whenever he can, but his work keeps him
away a lot."
At least that somewhat relieved my worries about his expectations. I
figured as long as I acted somewhat like a nine year old girl, I'd be
alright.
Mrs. Taylor and Tom elaborated more on what had been going on since the
Jack incident. Everybody around the house had been worried, which I
suppose was to be expected. Mr. Taylor had visited the hospital a
couple times, and had apparently been beating himself up about not
being around more. I guess he, as well as a lot of other people, had
basically counted my life off as a lost cause.
After Mrs. Taylor and Tom, the twins were the next duo to visit. It was
nice of them to come by, but we really had nothing to talk about. When
I had known them as a guy, it had been as their older brother's friend.
The only sort of relationship we had was that of occasional horseplay,
and that was a rarity. Now, since I could neither continue to fulfill
that role due to physical restrictions, nor take up the old
relationship they'd had with Stephanie since I didn't really know how
they got along, we really had little in common.
After my quick talk with the twins, Robin and Mr. Taylor were up. When
he first came in through the door, it was hard for me to think of him
as my Dad. I hadn't gotten along with my old dad very well. He was
something of an alcoholic who had grown bitter after the death of my
mom, and had always had a bit of bitterness toward me and my siblings.
I guess seeing what was left of her in us had only brought back painful
memories.
Mr. Taylor, however, didn't look at all like my father. He was tall
where Dad had been short. He was clean shaven and well groomed where
Dad had a terminal five o'clock shadow and sloth-like attire. The
greatest contrast however was in the eyes. Where in Dad there was
always this hollow and bitter look, in the eyes of the man before me I
saw a sort of gentle compassion. He seemed genuinely worried about me,
something I'm not sure my old dad ever was.
"How ya doin there kiddo?" Mr. Taylor asked as he stepped up to the
side of my bed.
"Never been better," I said jokingly.
"Got yourself a little beaten up there eh?" he said, trying to follow
suit.
"Just a tad bit," I replied.
"So, I hear you're a little prodigy in school," he stated.
"Ah, you hear about that huh?"
"Yup. Your mom and I are really very proud of you," he said beamingly.
He seemed really happy. It must have been quite a relief on him when
he'd learned his daughter had woken up. I wondered how he'd react if he
knew I was really just an imposter living in the shell of his child.
"Are you doing alright?" Robin interjected.
"Yeah, I feel fine," I replied.
"Hey, when you get out of here, we're talking about taking sort of a
family vacation. That sound good to you?" Mr. Taylor proposed.
"Um, sure, but I'm not sure I'll really be able to do much of anything
for a while," I pointed out. I had all sorts of broken bones, and if my
memory served me correctly those take about eight weeks to heal, and
I'd probably be out for a while before they healed up.
"Hmm, you're probably right. We don't have to do it right away, but I
definitely want to do it. I miss you kids," he explained.
He really was quiet sweet. He seemed to legitimately care about me and
the other kids, and frankly I still couldn't get over how odd that was.
Mr. Taylor explained that he only had a few more days in town until he
had to get back to work. He told me he'd come by as much as possible
until he left, which was fine by me. I really did like him, almost to
the point where he felt like a father. It was kind of nice, but really
strange too.
Anyway, after all the getting acquainted, getting filled in, ect., the
family eventually had to leave. I was almost tempted to ask Mrs. Taylor
to grab me a book or something, but I decided against putting her out
any more than I already had. I know she kind of viewed me as her
daughter now, but I still felt like something of a leech for living in
her house and all that.
That afternoon I got subjected to a battery of tests. An MRI, x-rays,
blood tests, you know, the works. All in all, the doctors were pretty
happy with my condition, though they noticed that I seemed a bit tired.
They basically said that if nothing drastic changed, I'd be out in a
week.
When all the events of the day were over, I was again left with my
thoughts. I was relieved that the meeting with Mr. Taylor had gone
well, but I still had other worries on my mind. Jack was of course the
predominant concern, but I was of course worried about school still.
Sleep wasn't forth coming again that night. It certainly wasn't out of
lack of exhaustion, as I was definitely dead tired. It's just that
every time I would start to nod off, I'd get plagued again by the
nightmares.
I don't remember much of what went on in my mind during those nights.
Just brief segments of falling, running, and of course replays of the
beating I'd received. I wondered if maybe the incident had gotten to me
more than anybody, myself included, had suspected. I embarrassed to say
that after a particularly frightening nightmare, I was unable to
contain some tears of fear. I wished that somebody, Mrs. Taylor, Tom,
anybody, had been there. I felt alone and scared.
I hated those feelings. I thought if that was what my once proud self
had been reduced to. A fearful child who was afraid of the night. I
could only hope that maybe as time progressed the fear would begin to
subside and I could begin to feel like my old self again.
The next day came and I definitely didn't feel up to facing it. Most of
the machines had been removed from the room the day before, and it felt
even emptier than it had then. More over, between exhaustion, fear, and
loneliness I was absolutely miserable.
That day the police showed up to talk to me about what had happened
between me and Jack. I told them everything I could remember, trying to
be as truthful as possible. The woman who did the questioning was very
overtly treating me like the child I resembled, which both insulted and
comforted me at the same time. Not in the old fear of not fitting in or
fitting in too well sort of way I had felt a while before, but on a
simpler level. I was comforted by it, but my mind screamed that I was
damn near an adult and deserved respect. It was very disconcerting.
I was told that Jack's trial was in two weeks and that I'd probably be
made to testify at it. The dread of having to face him returned, but I
quickly consented, as I knew it was something I needed to do. I needed
to do everything in my power to get rid of him, for good.
My time at the hospital was characterized mostly by visits by Mr.
Taylor. He seemed to me to be repenting for missing out on so much time
in the lives of his children. Maybe it was an effect of the news of my
condition. He had likely feared that I was gone, and that he had
somehow failed as a father for not being around to help prevent it.
Now, he was trying to make up for it.
Mr. Taylor wasn't my only regular visitor. Jessica was by often, which
towards the end of my stay seemed to be bugging her mother. I guess the
frequency of the trips was getting to her, but she'd likely resolved to
keep it up for the week. Either way, Jessica kept me up to date on
events at school. She said that everybody was happy that I'd recovered.
It was nice to know that so many people cared.
Mrs. Taylor and Tom were also by often. Mrs. Taylor doted over me a
good amount, making sure I was comfortable and all that. I ended up
breaking down on my holding out that I didn't want anything, and got
her to pick me up a book.
Throughout all the good in those visits, there was bad too. I was still
plagued by insomnia and nightmares. I was always tired, and when I was
alone I felt this odd anxiety. I was afraid, but of something I
couldn't quite put my finger on.
Then finally the day I'd been waiting for came. Mrs. Taylor came into
my room with a bag in hand. Out of it she produced some gray
sweatpants, a black T-shirt, and a sweater.
"What's with all this?" I asked.
"You've just been released. You can go home," she said with a smile.
"Awesome. Hey, where did these sweats come from? I don't remember
seeing them before," I commented.
"Oh, I picked those up on the way over. I figured you wouldn't want to
go around in a skirt, and I didn't think any of your pants would fit
over your cast," she explained.
It was a very nice gesture in my mind. It helped me to realize that she
still understood my past and was thinking about me. Maybe it was
because of this or how I'd felt the past week or how much I'd missed
her, but I leaned up and kissed her on the cheek.
It was a bit of an awkward moment. I could feel my face turn very red
when I realized what I'd just done, but she only smiled. No matter what
happened, she still thought of me as her little girl.
So she helped me to get dressed and we left. I had to get a pair of
crutches to walk with, which was a bit irritating to get used to,
especially with my broken arm, but it would have to do. Either way, we
hopped into the car and headed home.
"Hey Steph," Mrs. Taylor said on the ride home.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Um, are you feeling alright?" she asked.
"Uh, sure, why do you ask?" I asked, wondering what was bothering her
to make her ask.
"Well, you look kind of tired. You have these bags under your eyes and
look like you're about ready to fall over..." she explained.
"I'm fine, the hospital bed's just really hard to get to sleep in. I'll
be okay once I get back into mine," I lied. I knew that the bed had
nothing to do with my insomnia, but didn't want to worry her.
"Well, alright," she said, "just tell me if anything's wrong. Alright?"
"Alright," I told her, trying to make it sound like I meant it. I
really wanted her to think I was okay.
When we got home, I headed out to the living room where the twins,
Robin, and Mr. Taylor were playing something on their Xbox. I had spent
most of my time since moving into that house alone in my room, but I
didn't really want to be alone anymore. More over, the idea of being
alone scared me.
"Welcome home," Mr. Taylor said as he paused the game, got up and
picked me up in a hug.
"Thanks Dad," I told him.
He sat me down on the couch and offered me his spot in the game. I
didn't really feel like playing anything, and my cast would've just
gotten in the way, so I opted to sit back and watch. Besides, it was an
RPG, and as I watched them play it, I realized that none of them were
really good at them, so I would have been a bit overpowered since I was
pretty good at them. What ended up happening was I would see the
solution to whatever puzzle or problem they got to well before they did
so I would hint around at it.
After a little while Mrs. Taylor ordered a pizza for dinner. I ate
little, as I wasn't all that hungry. However I did enjoy the company of
the family. It was a bit weird to me that Tom wasn't there, but I
suppose that it was a Thursday, so he had school and stuff.
Eventually, around 10 p.m., Mrs. Taylor insisted that I go get some
sleep. I didn't want to, because I suspected another night of
restlessness, but I couldn't very well say that, so I resigned myself
and went to bed.
I laid there in the dreaded silence and darkness hoping that I might
get a good night's rest for a change. I wasn't that lucky.
I got to sleep, but this time I had a very vivid nightmare. I was
standing there, at that spot where I had suffered at the hands of Jack.
He was there too, but he was huge. A biblical colossus, towering over
me. The look in his eyes was demonic, beaming forth a hatred that
chilled me to the core.
I turned and ran, but could see him following me. With each great
stride he got closer and closer to me. I called for help, but there was
nobody around. I ran until I was cornered in an ally. He approached me
slowly. I crawled up in a corner, shaking in fear. He then grabbed me
by my shirt collar, and reached his fist back.
"Stephanie, wake up!" I heard Mrs. Taylor nearly shriek as I came to in
a jerk. I realized I was covered in a cold sweat and shaking.
"Stephanie, are you okay?" she asked me, quite a worried look on her
face.
"Yeha," I said softly, "what are you doing here?"
"You were thrashing around. It looked like you were having a
nightmare," she said.
"Um, yeah," I said, still shaking.
"Is that why you've looked so tired lately?" she asked me.
I didn't want to tell her, but whether I liked it or not, she'd figured
it out. I just nodded and fell back onto my back.
"Why don't you go take a shower and sleep with me tonight," she
suggested.
I didn't want to, but at the same time I did. Whether I liked it or
not, I was pretty fucked up right then, and I needed her with me. So
with a nod I went off for a quick shower and threw on my nightgown
since my pajamas were soaked.
I went to bed with Mrs. Taylor, and with the comforting warmth of her
body embracing mine, I was finally able to fall off into a peaceful
night's sleep.
To be continued...
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