With My Sisters Love Pt 01

With My Sisters Love

By Stephanie Gilbert

Copyright 2022 Stephanie Gilbert ©

All characters in this story are totally fictional and over the age of eighteen.

No A.I. was used in creating this story.

Thanks to ChiefHal for his proofreading assistance.

Book One

Tom looked at his hands; they were shaking with excitement. He had been dating Rachael for over a year. She had let him touch her breasts before, and he was recently allowed to put his hand under her skirt and play with her pussy through her panties.

Now that they were 18 and 'adults,' the Senior Dance would be the night they finally did it. They would lose their virginity together. They had talked about it on their last few dates. The biggest cost of planning the limo to be shared with friends and then to leave early to get to the hotel room. These plans had cost him nearly all the money he had earned packing bags at the supermarket this summer. The plans even included picking up condoms from a vending machine to save the embarrassment of buying them over the counter.

He wondered if he should do what some of the guys had told him about and jerk off before the date so he lasted longer for his first time. He had been jerking off twice a day since age thirteen, when he first discovered how much fun it was to pull on his dick. He was in the shower and thinking of Rachael, about how her pussy got damp when he played with her through her panties, about how she smelled as she got excited. Then he felt the spasms as he shot onto the floor of the shower.

Getting ready for the dance, he put on his suit, remembering to put the condoms and the room key in his pocket. His mother was so proud as he descended the stairs from his room. He looked so handsome, standing six foot one inches tall with short black hair and dark blue eyes like his Father. She thought that his Father would have been proud too. Tears filled her eyes as she hugged him goodbye. When they heard the horn of the limo outside, he looked up at his sister Beth. She had much lighter hair and light blue eyes, but you could tell they were brother and sister.

"Use protection. Remember, if it's not on, it's not in. You got it squirt?" Beth called down from the stairs, using the old nickname she always used when she teased him.

He went inside Rachael's home to give her the corsage and faced her parents. She was beautiful in her white dress and full hair and makeup. She did not need most of it. She was very much the classic girl next door, and although she was naturally beautiful, she never considered herself that way.

The dance was the usual mix of bad music and, even worse dancing. Still, Rachael's friends had accepted Tom into the group, and they had a great time together. When they slow danced, he loved the way she felt, pressing herself fully into his body. He was keen to get away and start their night together, but she seemed uneasy, so he let her set the pace.

The night ended when Rachael finally said she wouldn't go to the after-party with the others, and they walked the short distance to the hotel. They made it into the room, where they both became a bit shy and decided to make out for a while. Tom kissed her, letting his hands move over her body when he played, but with her breasts through the dress, Rachael stopped him and pushed him off with an odd look he hadn't seen before. Tom hoped it was passion.

She told him to go into the bathroom while she got ready. While he waited in the bathroom, he decided to strip out of the suit, and when she called, he came back in and stood naked in the doorway with his hard-on sticking out in front of him. Rachael still had the dress on.

"Get away from me with that little thing," Rachael said, pointing at his cock.

She had seen the penis of her brothers and Father and some in porn and knew he was on the small side, but she was scared and used this excuse as her way out. Tom and she had planned this, and they had been building up to this night for weeks.

She grabbed her handbag and ran out the door. Tom just stood in the empty room, shattered with his head hanging down. After a moment, he realized he was looking at his now shrunken cock, disgusted God had given him - a four-and-a-half-inch prick. How could he ever satisfy a girl, let alone a wife, for the rest of her life?

He arrived home at about midnight. His Mom had stayed up late but did not expect him to return home until the early morning. She could see he was upset, but he did not stop when she asked how the dance had gone. Instead, he pushed past and headed straight to the stairs and bed. Jane was a little worried the next morning when he was not his usual cheery self. In fact, he hardly left his room the whole weekend.

When Monday morning came around, he realized he would either have to talk to her or stay away from the group altogether.

He decided to speak to her, his love for her drove him to try. But that was short-lived, as when he crossed the school grounds towards the group, he could hear all the girls giggling, and one wiggled her little finger at him. They all knew! Rachael had told everyone about his cock size. He just looked at her. He was red with embarrassment, and he could feel his face burning. Rachael would not look him in the eyes, was she too embarrassed to even know him now?

He turned and ran away, out of the grounds and through the park to the bus and back home. What would he do? He could not go back to school, ever. He wiped the tears away and got off the bus a few blocks from home. He went up to his room, it was not yet lunchtime, but even then, he did not feel hungry anymore.

That afternoon as Jane drove home, she wondered if Tom's mood would be better after talking things over with his friends. When she walked in from the garage, she knew that Tom and Beth were home from the schoolbags on the hall floor and the empty snack packets on the kitchen bench. She cleaned up and started dinner, then went to changed out of her work clothes, but as she walked down the hall, a strange sound came from Tom's room, it was a loud thud on the floor and a creak of some kind. She hesitated at the door, but she slowly opened it when she thought she heard a croak.

The sight before her sent a shock through her body. She saw her beautiful son, with his face contorted and blue. Tom was hanging from an electrical cord. She screamed as loud as her lungs would let her, raced to him, grabbed his legs, and pushed him up with all her might. The choking sounds coming from his throat let her know it was not enough.

"Help, Beth!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

Beth couldn't hear it through her headphones. A second, high pitched scream did make it through when Beth pushed the headphones off one ear. Then she heard it, her mother shuffling and yelling from the next room. When Beth came into the room, she stopped in horror. Her brother was blue; she was sure he was dead. Her mother was trying to hold him up. Beth rushed forward and grabbed his lifeless legs.

"Find something to cut him down!" Jane screamed, and it took ages to cut through the cord using scissors, time they simply didn't have.

Once he was cut free, Tom's body fell loosely to the floor. Jane looked at her daughter with terror in her eyes, as she was also finding it hard to breathe. Jane started to blow breaths into Tom's mouth and pushed down on his chest. She didn't know CPR, but she mimicked what she had seen on TV and knew she had to try something.

"Go and call the ambulance!" Jane yelled to Beth, who didn't move at first, before she finally broke through her shock, hearing her mother screaming and rushed to the phone.

Jane and Beth followed the ambulance to the hospital. They followed closely enough that they could see the paramedics working on Tom during the journey. Jane could hardly see through her tears, and Beth was still not moving at all "in shock." At the hospital, they were made to wait outside in the family waiting room.

"What the fuck happened?" Beth asked, trembling.

"I think Tom and Rachel broke up at the dance," Jane said, still crying, trying to go over things in her head.

Jane was tapping her fingers, staring blankly at a spot on the wall., Through her worrying, she wondered how this could happen to this family again. Her husband had taken his own life after he had lost all the money in their business and could not face his family and friends, viewing himself as a failure. If not for her children, she would not have survived either. Fortunately, the support from her family and a decent job she poured herself into had gotten her through the worst of it until now.

Beth looked at her mother, about to explode if she kept tapping her fingers. The hours passed painfully slowly. She could only wait and wonder what drove Tom to this end. They had not been close siblings. She had her group of friends and had dealt with her Father's loss in her own way. Tom had tried to talk to her, but she had enough trouble dealing with it herself. She now regretted every time she had rejected his hug and every talk they could have had. She would give anything to have those moments back now.

"God, I am such a bad sister," Beth said out loud, the sorrow washing over like a flood as her tears flowed, and her shoulders jerked as she finally cried in heaving sobs.

"No, I should have known something was wrong. I'm his mother. I saw the signs this weekend. If I had only tried harder to talk with him... maybe I could have stopped it." Jane replied as a sob escaped her lips.

It was hours later before the Doctor came out. They both looked at the Doctor, shaking, fighting to hold back their tears, waiting for him to deliver the news.

"He is still alive, but you must brace for the worst. We have no way of knowing how long he had been without oxygen going to his brain or the extent of the damage that was done. Now it comes down to his will to live." The Doctor said, and both ladies in Tom's life felt their hearts fall. They did not know if he wanted to live or if he would even fight.

When they entered his room, he was hooked up to every machine and device in there. Machines were breathing for him, showing his heartbeats. This is what they focused their attention on, and as the pulses went up and down, their worries did too.

"Mom, go home for a while and get some sleep," Beth said, seeing how sleep-deprived her Mom looked.

"What if he wakes up or.. or even worse?" Jane said. She hated even admitting that her worst fears might be possible.

They rested in any position they could in Tom's room and the waiting area. Hours turned into days, and he started to look worse as his heart rate and brain activity slowed.

"There must be something more we can do?" Jane said to the Doctor, and he just shook his head.

"At some point, we will have to consider stopping the machines and letting him go." The Doctor said, sending Beth into orbit.

She erupted, screaming at the Doctor to get out of her brother's room, throwing the food tray at the wall next to the door as he ducked through it. Beth layover Tom crying. Jane grabbed her, but she would not let go.

"No, no! Look!" Jane said as she pointed at the monitor, and it was showing that his heart rate was higher.

Beth wondered if it was the noise in the room or the contact with her that changed it. It was giving them hope; that's what it was, and there was currently very little to go around. Over the next day, not much changed. He was still very sick, but they could see that Tom's heart rate would go up with some hugs, and when there was some noise, he seemed to pick up too. Beth looked at her brother, lying so still in the bed that it was almost like he was just sleeping. She knew if he did not wake up soon, he might never wake at all. Then a thought struck her, it was a bit extreme, but she had to try. She would do anything to have him back.

"I will be back, Mom. Don't let them touch him and ask for another doctor if that one doesn't care about Tom, he can fuck off." Beth said, rushing out of the room.

Beth ran to the car, drove back to the house, showered quickly, grabbed what she came for and a change of clothes for Jane before heading back to Tom. The drive was that strange mix of panic and fear that every traffic light would stop her from being with him for what might be those precious last few moments. Racing into the room, she handed Jane some clothes, telling her to wash up and change them. She also noticed a new doctor checking over Tom.

"I'm just checking his vitals. They seem to have come up a small amount." the new Doctor said as Beth came back into Tom's room.

"Do you plan to turn off the machines, too?" said Beth sharply.

"Not at the moment, but I would like to see some more improvement. Hopefully, we will see additional progress soon." Dr. Roberts said, as he left the room.

Beth wanted to put her plan into action. She put her headphones on Tom, started the music. Jane could hear the faint rock music playing. But it did not work very well, and his heart rate only increased slightly. Beth climbed up onto his bed and lay next to him with an arm over him, and her head on his chest, yet his heart rate still only changed minimally. Eventually, Beth fell asleep like this, and in her dream, Tom's hand caressed her pussy, sliding over her mound and onto her clit. Her brother teased her body so well that she smiled and moved her leg up to give him better access.

Then she awoke, looking down to see Tom's hand between her legs and her leg over his crotch and the sound of choking. Panic set in as she yelled for the nurses. His heart rate was higher than they had ever seen on the monitor. God, this was it; Beth had lost him! She screamed for someone to save him, and then one of the nurses pushed the two ladies out the door. They watched from the hall as the sounds and beeps seemed to spell the end. They held each other, beaten, and Beth was sobbing into her mother's chest.

Then, most of the rushing stopped. Beth and Jane looked through the window, waiting for the staff to confirm their worst fears. Doctor Roberts turned and pulled down his mask to reveal a smile and moved aside to show Tom resting without a tube in his mouth and breathing by himself. His eyes opened and closed weakly. Finally, Jane and Beth were allowed back in. They sat with Tom and started to cry; he would not be leaving them, and they could finally relax for the moment.

It took another week before Tom left the hospital. That first night home, Beth opened the door to Tom's room. As he slept, he sat on a chair in the corner, watching for the longest time. She noticed that as the sun came up, Tom started to stir.

"How long have you been sitting there?" Tom asked, looking over at his sister in the corner.

"Not long," she lied. "I didn't want to wake you."

She looked into her brother's deep blue eyes like it was the first time. She felt them pull her in, looking so deeply it was almost like he was looking right through her. In that moment, she realized she would no longer look out only for herself like she always had done. There was someone more important to her, and he was family.

"What happened, Tom? I need to know why." Beth asked after a long silence.

"Nothing," he replied, not wanting to burden his sister with something she could do nothing about. He looked away, not wanting to show his sister the pain in his eyes.

"Did you do something you shouldn't have with Rachael?" Beth asked, looking for Tom's reaction.

"You could say that, but I don't want to talk about it." replied Tom, and still, he couldn't bring himself to say the words.

Even without Tom saying anything more, Beth could see the terrible hurt he felt inside. Rather than leave him alone, she crawled up onto the bed and lay down next to him on top of the blankets.

"You can tell me anything you know. We are blood. There is nothing stronger than that. But I am not leaving you alone until I know you're safe." Beth said, trying to get him to open up to her.

In his mind, Tom knew he could not tell her about his problems. She would laugh anyway; any woman would.

Later that day, there was a knock on the front door, and when Jane opened it. Rachael stood there with tears in her eyes. Everyone at school found out about Tom and quickly concluded that the girls in the group had turned on him, which must have been the reason for what happened. Those days when Tom didn't look like he would make it put the focus harshly on the group.

"Can I see Tom, Mrs. Connelly?" Rachael asked, her head down, looking at Jane's feet.

"I am sorry, I don't think that is a good idea," Jane said, holding back her anger.

"But I want to say I am sorry." Rachael blubbered through tears, her eyes red from days of worry and regret.

"What happened, Rachael? What happened that was so terrible that he tried to do that?" asked Jane, trying to make sense of Tom's actions.

"I was scared and panicked. It was my fault. I trusted someone I shouldn't have." Rachael said, then broke down altogether.

As Tom's mother, Jane felt like telling Rachael about the hell she had put the family through. But then she asked herself, what if she said something that drove Rachael to do something like Tom did? How could she live with that? She let out a long breath and let the anger go.

"Go home, Rachael. He will be alright. If he wants to see you, we will contact you." Jane said, and Rachael nodded, her eyes still downcast. She saw herself out the door.

That night, when Jane was cooking dinner, Beth came in and looked through the fridge for food. She told her that Rachael had come to the door. Beth looked at her Mom with a stern face.

"What did she say?" Beth asked with venom, her hackles fully up now.

"She said she got cold feet that night, and it was her fault, whatever that means," Jane answered, still not understanding what actually happened.

This wasn't enough of an answer for Beth. She was certain there had to be more for Tom to do what he did, and she was boiling mad. She left her mother to go watch Tom and used her phone to do some digging of her own.

"Hi, Robyn, it's Beth," Beth said to her school friend, who has a brother the same age as Tom.

"Hi, Beth, how's Tom? We are all so worried." Robin said.

"He is at home now. I was so scared we would lose him. We're keeping an eye on him." Beth said, trying not to give away too much information.

"Robyn, does your little brother know what happened after the dance between Rachael and Tom?" Beth asked, getting to the reason for the call.

"Not that I know of. He hasn't said anything to me about it. Did they break up? Is that what...?" Robin stopped mid-sentence, knowing continuing would only cause more hurt.

"I don't know. Rachael came by today and said something about how she got cold feet after the dance. That's all I know, but I need to know more, and Tom won't speak with me about it. He came home from school early that day. Can you push your brother for more information? It's vital.'' Beth said as she knew she and her mother could not watch Tom 24/7 forever. She needed to find out what triggered his action and then work out how to fix it.

"I'll ask him and see what I can find out. I will find out what I can for you, Beth. Tom is so kind and wonderful. How could any girl push him away? I'll ring you back." Robin said before hanging up.

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"I will kill that bitch! I will rip her eyes out and tear all her hair out by the roots! She is dead! Absolutely fucking dead!" Beth yelled as Jane passed her room the next day. She had never heard Beth talk like this. The anger in her voice was accentuated by the sound of her cell phone bouncing off the wall. She opened the door and looked inside.