Chapter Two - Where It Got Worse
It'd been two months since the party, two months since Sophie and I accidentally had sex.
Two months since I ruined whatever sibling bond we'd had before, twisting it into something perverted, corrupted.
Ruined...
I'd all but avoided all interaction since that night. If we spoke it was only a few short words from me before I scampered off. If we were in the same room, I stayed for as long as was not suspicious to our fortunately clueless parents.
Unfortunately Sophie wasn't clueless. She knew what I was doing, she knew I was avoiding her. It was on her face every time she looked at me. It was in her words every time she spoke to me.
She was hurting from my actions, my avoidance, my abandonment.
But I couldn't...I wouldn't...
I had no choice, not truly. Because somehow, someway it had gotten worse. The bond we once shared as brother and sister had changed forever. And to my disgust, I found myself unable to be around her without getting aroused.
Her lips brought back the sensation of them on my cock. Her eyes brought back the memory of lust they'd had as they once gazed down at me. But it was her body as a whole that completed the anguish. I could remember each and every curve, how soft her skin felt, how she smelt and tasted.
It tormented me day after day. Even my dreams weren't safe as she came to me every other night, her dream-self eager to remind me just how good she was at giving me pleasure.
'I wanna make you feel good, James...'
Waking up filled with shame became a common occurrence.
But as with all things, I couldn't run forever.
That day came on a Friday of all days. Our parents were out on a date weekend, leaving the two of us alone in the house. Not that I planned to keep it that way mind you. Making plans to stay as far away from Sophie as possible had become as common as planning what to eat.
And so there I was in my room, putting the rest of my weekend clothes into a rucksack as I prepared to go over to my mates place. It was a good couple of miles and Sophie didn't know how to drive yet, though she was taking lessons so it was only a matter of time.
Still, at that moment she wouldn't be able to come near me without walking a fair few miles and I knew she wouldn't do that. So I was safe, I was...good.
At least that's what I thought until my door opened softly and the woman who'd haunted my dreams entered my room. I turned to look at her, startled at her sudden entry. Sophie on the other hand merely looked at me, the expression on her face twisting into a deep hurt as she looked at my rucksack.
"You're leaving?" she asked, her voice quiet.
"Y-Yeah," I acknowledged, nodding once before closing the rucksack up with a sharp zip. "Going to Pauls for the weekend. I'll be back Sunday night so...uh, yeah."
She bounced on her heels absentmindedly, her eyes moving from the rucksack to me, filled with a deep sadness.
"James...can we talk?" she asked, shutting the door behind her with her foot and moving forward, cutting me off from leaving as I put the rucksack on my shoulder. "James please don't go. We need to talk."
She put a hand on my chest and inched closer, her eyes watery and lips quivering.
"I..." Words were beyond me, she was too close and the memories too fresh in that moment. I could smell her soap on her skin, feel the warmth coming from her soft hand.
"I just wanna talk, James," she repeated softly. "You've been avoiding me."
"I haven't," I replied quickly, the lie leaving me before I could so much as try to stop it.
She shook her head and sighed. "Yes you have. You run from me whenever I enter the same room. You panic whenever I so much as look at you. Fuck James, you don't even let me touch you. You act like I'm diseased or something."
Finally her voice cracked, the hurt and sadness clear as a bell in that moment. Whatever I felt, it paled in comparison to how her distress made me feel like shit.
"I'm sorry Soph," I whispered, unable to look at her. "I just...I feel so ashamed."
"Why?" she asked gently, her hands cupping and turning my face so I was looking at her. "I don't feel that way. I told you then and I'll tell you now, it was the best sex I've ever had. You said the same when I asked. Why feel so bad over something so good?"
"Because I fucked my sister, Soph," I replied, aghast at how unaffected she seemed to be. "Don't you get it? We
fucked
each other. Accident or no, it still happened and now I can't even look at you without..."
I moved back, ignoring her wince.
"Without what?" she asked, moving closer as I moved back.
"Without nothing," I snapped, anger finally infecting my tone. "Look this conversation accomplishes nothing. It doesn't change what happened that night and it doesn't change-"
I petered off, words leaving me as Sophie moved in and put her arms around me tightly. My first instinct was to push her away but her sudden charge knocked my ass onto the bed. And before I could blink, I once again had my goddamned
sister
wrapped around me.
Her body, her warmth, her scent. It was too much.
"Sophie get off me," I whispered, fighting as hard as I could against the arousal building up beneath her. "I don't want to hurt you, so please just get off me."
"No."
"Excuse me?"
Her head, once buried in the crook of my neck moved to face me. "I said no. You've been so scared to come anywhere near me since that night and I'm tired of it. I miss you, I want to be as close as we were before we shagged. And no, I don't care if you don't want to. Because you bloody well need it. I'm your fucking sister and I won't let you torture yourself over something that quite frankly, I look back on fondly."
"Wha-"
