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Down with the Sickness. (Fluttershy)

By OniiChansFables
Created: 2020-10-21 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-04-17 05:43:35
Expiry: Never
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  1. 1.
    >You sneeze. Loudly.
  2. 2.
    >Christ this cold is killing you.
  3. 3.
    >Probably literally, in a minor way, too, now you think about it.
  4. 4.
    >You're sweating through your shirt, although leaving the safety of the covers means you'll freeze.
  5. 5.
    >So, in essence, fucked either way.
  6. 6.
     
  7. 7.
    >You shiver, and pull the sweaty cloth tighter about your person.
  8. 8.
    >You blame fucking Dash.
  9. 9.
    >"Hey Anon, lemme grab a swig of your soda!" She'd said.
  10. 10.
    >"Don't be lame," she'd said.
  11. 11.
    > Wily blue bitch only started sneezing and hacking up a lung after she'd covered the damn mouthpiece in saliva.
  12. 12.
    > Fucking Dash.
  13. 13.
     
  14. 14.
    >You interrupt your own thought process with a bout of coughing, and through it barely hear the door open.
  15. 15.
    >Fluttershy creeps in, arms bundled with assorted goods.
  16. 16.
    > You see she's somehow keeping a tray on top of the pile, and judging by the steam rising off the top you can only hope she doesn't spill it.
  17. 17.
    >On her, or you.
  18. 18.
    >"A-Anon," she squeaks.
  19. 19.
    "Over here, Shy. Where you left me." You beckon her over, trying to use your voice as a beacon.
  20. 20.
    > She teeters over to your desk, setting the pile down over your work.
  21. 21.
    >"I brought soup. A-and blankets, and some damp cloths for your head."
  22. 22.
    >Oh that sounds nice-- wait
  23. 23.
    "You did put the damp and dry things seperate, right, 'Shy?"
  24. 24.
    > You hear a panicked gasp, as your sister tries to seperate the dry from the damp..
  25. 25.
    >.. without taking the food tray from the top.
  26. 26.
     
  27. 27.
    >You hear a crash and a yelp, and you're upright in bed.
  28. 28.
    >The cold's already getting to you.
  29. 29.
    >Fluttershy's sat there on the floor, looking panicked as she tries to wipe hot soup from herself.
  30. 30.
    >It's not very effective as far as efforts go.
  31. 31.
    >You quickly cross the room in the weird swaying steps only a fever can get you.
  32. 32.
    >You stare at your little sister for a minute, before grabbing some of the wet cloths from the pile
  33. 33.
    >You wipe at her face and shoulders, trying to sooth the angry reddened skin.
  34. 34.
    >You wipe away the noodles from the soup.
  35. 35.
    >You sniff.
  36. 36.
     
  37. 37.
    "Chicken Noodle?" You ask
  38. 38.
    >"Mmhmm." She replies sullenly, seeming to shrink into herself.
  39. 39.
    "Hey, I appreciate the effort."
  40. 40.
    >You frown at the pink sundress she's wearing. It's practically soaked through with soup.
  41. 41.
    "You're gonna have to get out of that."
  42. 42.
    >She looks shocked, before standing slowly, and beginning to pull the dress over her head.
  43. 43.
    >When did she get such long legs?
  44. 44.
    >When did she get HIPS?
  45. 45.
    >You stare with rapt attention at the impromptu strip show, before remembering yourself.
  46. 46.
    "NOT IN HERE." You cry out.
  47. 47.
    >She blinks at you, a noodle still stuck to her forehead.
  48. 48.
    "I meant l-like.."
  49. 49.
    >Oh great, now YOU'RE stuttering.
  50. 50.
    "Out in your room. G-go change there."
  51. 51.
    >Because otherwise you'll ogle her throughout like some sort of creep.
  52. 52.
     
  53. 53.
    >She seems to deflate, and she nods mutely, before quickly picking up the bowl and tray and shuffling out.
  54. 54.
    >Good job, Anon. Not only are you a sister-ogling creep, you're also an asshole.
  55. 55.
    >You sneeze.
  56. 56.
    >God fucking dammit.
  57. 57.
     
  58. 58.
    > A short while later, after you've changed the sweaty bedding for the fresh blankets Fluttershy brought up you wrap yourself in a dressing gown and sit at your desk.
  59. 59.
    >You eye the mountain of work that's been brought home daily from your teachers by Fluttershy.
  60. 60.
    >She's too good for you.
  61. 61.
    >TO YOU.
  62. 62.
    >You shake your head at the mental slip up, and put it on the fever that's been creeping into your brain over the course of the day.
  63. 63.
    >You grab the top most booklet from the pile and flick it open. Sequences and series.
  64. 64.
    >Great.
  65. 65.
    >You get to work.
  66. 66.
     
  67. 67.
    >"Anon, are y-you w-working?"
  68. 68.
    >Oh shit, that's her equivelant of yelling.
  69. 69.
    >You slowly turn in your chair, creaking slowly as you go.
  70. 70.
    >Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.
  71. 71.
    "Would you believe me if I said no?"
  72. 72.
    >She fixes the Fucking Stare on you.
  73. 73.
    >Blue eyes meet your green, and you try.
  74. 74.
    >You really do.
  75. 75.
    >But she wins out.
  76. 76.
     
  77. 77.
    "Ok, ok, I'll cut it out."
  78. 78.
    >"Bed. Now." She points, still glaring daggers at you.
  79. 79.
     
  80. 80.
    >You shuffle over to your bed, removing your gown.
  81. 81.
    >"H-how am I going to keep you from trying to work every time I leave t-the room?" She asks, frowning. Then she smiles.
  82. 82.
    >She clambers in next to you.
  83. 83.
    >She curls up around you, throwing an arm over your damp chest, and a leg over yours.
  84. 84.
    >Brain, this is boner, we're taking control.
  85. 85.
    >BELAY THAT ORDER, PRIVATE.
  86. 86.
    "Yo-you'll get sick, too!" You try and put as much foreboding in your tone as possible.
  87. 87.
    >"Oh, that d-doesn't bother me."
  88. 88.
    >Shy's sort of the type that would hug a mangy mutt if it would make it feel better.
  89. 89.
    >She hugs you tighter.
  90. 90.
    >There's a moment of silence as you internally panick.
  91. 91.
    >Never have you wished more for erectile dysfunction.
  92. 92.
    >"You're w-warm. Boiling, even." She frowns, pink hair drooping over her eyes briefly. She removes a hand from your chest, running it through her hair.
  93. 93.
    >The sweat causes it to stick together, leaving her face, for once, entirely unobstructed.
  94. 94.
    >You think very unbrotherly things.
  95. 95.
    >No one should look that good without makeup.
  96. 96.
    >Especially your older sister.
  97. 97.
    >Didn't she mention offers to model for some of Rarity's friends?
  98. 98.
    >She's staring at you.
  99. 99.
    >"A-Anon?"
  100. 100.
    "Yep. Haha, that's me. Just, being here. All cool. Well, warm but I'm cool internally." Oh shit. The stammer's been replaced by rambling.
  101. 101.
    >You are so fucked.
  102. 102.
    >"Y-you're so strange, sometimes." She rests her head above your heart again.
  103. 103.
    >Can she hear how hard it's pounding?
  104. 104.
    "Sorry." You croak out.
  105. 105.
    >"I d-didn't say it was a bad thing, Anon.." She trails off, lightly tapping you with her nails.
  106. 106.
    >She always did like to fidget.
  107. 107.
    > She shifts, and her leg brushes against you.
  108. 108.
    >More accurately, the dukedom of Little Anon.
  109. 109.
    >She freezes.
  110. 110.
    >"O-oh." She mutters.
  111. 111.
     
  112. 112.
    >You stare dead ahead.
  113. 113.
    >This is it.
  114. 114.
    >This is how you die.
  115. 115.
    >Not that Shy herself will kill you.
  116. 116.
    >It's more you'll an hero because holy shit you sick fuck you think of your sister that way
  117. 117.
    >"Y-you think I'm pretty?"
  118. 118.
    >What.
  119. 119.
    "Kind of a- yes, Shy." You frown. She hasn't moved, but her leg isn't touching your member anymore.
  120. 120.
    >And surely that's a good thing, right?
  121. 121.
    > Still, a part of you is disappointed.
  122. 122.
    >Surprise: said part is your dick.
  123. 123.
    >"O-okay." She nods against your chest.
  124. 124.
    >Then she's moving.
  125. 125.
    >No, shit, you can't let her just lea--
  126. 126.
    >And she's leaning over you, straddling you.
  127. 127.
    >Her knees are pinning your arms down, practically nailing your hands to the bed.
  128. 128.
    >Fuck she has bony knees.
  129. 129.
    "S-Shy. 'Cha doin'?"
  130. 130.
    >"W-would you like to kiss a pretty girl, A-Anon?"
  131. 131.
    > Holy shit, this is not working out like you thought.
  132. 132.
    >This is not going how you thought at ALL.
  133. 133.
    "I mean, who wouldn't, right? Not me. Wait. Wouldn't.. not.. double negative..Look, w-what I'm saying is I like girls. Pretty ones. Yeah."
  134. 134.
    > yousayingilikedudes.jpeg
  135. 135.
    >She opts to shush you with her lips.
  136. 136.
    >This is entirely new to you.
  137. 137.
    >Not just the kissing your sister part, but for some reason the only girls you've dated have been.. thin lipped, to say the least.
  138. 138.
    >Her lips are full, and soft and entirely pleasant.
  139. 139.
    >A shock runs through you, from the base of your spine to your feet and back up again.
  140. 140.
    >A soft tingle runs up your nethers as your sister grinds her ass clumsily into your dick, breaking the kiss.
  141. 141.
    >You gasp at the sudden contact.
  142. 142.
    >"A-am I doing it right?" She bites her lip, looking at you with worry.
  143. 143.
    >No, what you're doing is very wrong, and we should stop.
  144. 144.
    >No, this goes against God and probably several other deities.
  145. 145.
    "Y-yeah, Shy. That was amazing."
  146. 146.
    >She nods, and shudders slightly. The effect isn't unpleasant in the slightest to your dick.
  147. 147.
    >She's shivvering, and folds over to hug your chest again.
  148. 148.
    >"A-am I a bad sister?"
  149. 149.
     
  150. 150.
    >Woman, at the minute you're winning Sister of the Year award for the next century.
  151. 151.
    > This is assuming somehow the feedback from your dick doesn't reach your head and somehow kill you.
  152. 152.
    >You're not a scientist.
  153. 153.
    >"Anon?" She's looking at you, rosy-faced and shivering.
  154. 154.
    "No, Shy. But if you are, we're bad together." You give her a small smile, which she copies.
  155. 155.
    >She chews her lip again, and you stare, transfixed.
  156. 156.
    >You really wouldn't mind biting that lip for her.
  157. 157.
    >You realise there are a lot of things on Shy you wouldn't mind biting, or tasting in some way or another.
  158. 158.
    >You feel a flush that isn't entirely fever blazing hot on your face, and you breathe slowly, trying to think.
  159. 159.
    >"B-bad together.." she muses, eyeing your pinned down form. You nod once, not really being able to do much else.
  160. 160.
    >You shudder, partly from the cold, and partly due to your arousal.
  161. 161.
    >If you weren't so weak right now you could turn the tables.
  162. 162.
    >But at the minute, you're kind of working off your sister's good graces.
  163. 163.
    >The floor is her's, so to speak.
  164. 164.
    "Stupid question; but we're not telling anyone about this, right?" You frown.
  165. 165.
    >Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head vehemently, a bang covering one frightened eye.
  166. 166.
    >"Oh, h-heaven's n-no. I-if anyo-anyone found out we'd be--"
  167. 167.
    "Let's not think about that right now."
  168. 168.
    >She nods once, before looking at you with a small smile, and a nervous glance down to your abdomen.
  169. 169.
    >"Y-you know, Anon.. m-maybe you could use a shower."
  170. 170.
    >You ARE covered in sweat and the room temperature air is enough to somehow chill you to the core.
  171. 171.
    >It's like being outside in the winter.
  172. 172.
    "Shy, if I tried to shower I'd fall on my ass."
  173. 173.
    >"That's why.. why I'd like to h-help."
  174. 174.
    >Boner no.
  175. 175.
    >Boner YES.
  176. 176.
    >Your dick pulses and Shy giggles, adjusting herself from side to side. "I t-think someone e-else likes that idea."
  177. 177.
    >Between your sweat pants and her thin shorts there isn't a whole lot between the two of you in terms of layers.
  178. 178.
     
  179. 179.
     
  180. 180.
    >And besides, you bathed together when you were kids.
  181. 181.
    >Not like that is anything like this situation.
  182. 182.
    >Kind of like saying 'We play with paintball guns all the time, we're thinking of a gang driveby for funsies.'
  183. 183.
    >You weren't exactly trying to bang eachother as kids, thank God.
  184. 184.
    >You're pretty sure your parents would at least have rethought their 'open parenting' plan if that happened when they were a bit more.. attentive.
  185. 185.
    "So, how are we doing this shower deal?" You ask, fighting to control your stammer.
  186. 186.
    >The last time you saw Shy anything close to naked was years ago.
  187. 187.
    >Right now your cock is perfectly held in place by her ass.
  188. 188.
    >Shy rolls off of you.
  189. 189.
    >Your dick protests mightily.
  190. 190.
    >She holds up a finger, and if she's gone to check on Angel right now you may explode.
  191. 191.
    >You hear the sound of water on tile from down the hall.
  192. 192.
    >You have decided your sister is an angel sent down to both torment you, and be as nice as a being can physically be.
  193. 193.
    >"C-come on, Anon, the water should be hot by n-now."
  194. 194.
    >Oh shit this is actually happening.
  195. 195.
    >You've read enough shitty doujins to know where this is going.
  196. 196.
    >You've never even HAD sex before.
  197. 197.
    >"A-Anon."
  198. 198.
    "Coming," you mutter, standing slowly.
  199. 199.
    > She rushes over to support your frail frame, and you two slowly make your way down the hall.
  200. 200.
     
  201. 201.
    >Steam already rises from beneath the door frame, and you wonder exactly how hot the water IS at this point.
  202. 202.
    >Sometimes your sister makes some poor choices. For example, riding her brother's dick.
  203. 203.
    >Hey-o!
  204. 204.
    >Oh yeah, the shower.
  205. 205.
    >You're suddenly filled with some trepidation, and the two of you stand there, looking lost.
  206. 206.
    "So yeah. How are we doing this?"
  207. 207.
    >"W-w-well, first of all we take off our clothes." She stammers, biting a nail as she looks between the pair of you.
  208. 208.
    >You bite down on the sarcasm rising through you.
  209. 209.
    >No shit you both need to take your clothes off.
  210. 210.
    >"I t-think I should g-go first. Y-You'll f-freeze waiting f-for me." You notice your arms are wrapped around your chest feebly trying to keep heat in.
  211. 211.
    >This is fucking happening.
  212. 212.
    >Shy looks at herself as though unsure of where to start. She reaches down, grabbing the hem of her baggy shirt and pulls it up over her head.
  213. 213.
    >You watch, as a slim stomach is revealed. Then a slightly protruding ribcage.
  214. 214.
    >Then a pink bra. Complete with butterflies.
  215. 215.
    >Sort of similar to those you're feeling in your stomach.
  216. 216.
    >Cheesy, but true. You're nervous.
  217. 217.
    >Then she unbuckles her belt and pulls down the shorts slowly.
  218. 218.
    >They seem to struggle to move over her hips, but she tugs and tugs and eventually the shorts come down.
  219. 219.
    >She nimbly steps out of them.
  220. 220.
    >She's stood there in her patterned bra, and gray panties, looking unsure of which hurdle she wants to overcome first.
  221. 221.
    >"S-shall I take off my bra now, o-or?"
  222. 222.
    "What--" You clear your throat. Now is not a good time to sound like a pre-pubescent boy about to scope his first look at tits."Whatever you're comfortable with, Shy."
  223. 223.
    > You try to smile reassuring, although between the fever, and the blood locking your dick ramrod straight you're having trouble STANDING.
  224. 224.
    >Higher brain functions are slowly ceasing.
  225. 225.
    >"C-could you help me with my bra? M-my h-hands are sha-shaking." She looks away from you.
  226. 226.
     
  227. 227.
    >Her hands are shaking? YOU'RE shaking. You gulp, taking in a breath for resolve and head over.
  228. 228.
    >You stagger over, using the nearby counter as a support.
  229. 229.
    >"I-it's a d-double c-clasp." She explains.
  230. 230.
    >You have fuck all idea of what that means.
  231. 231.
    >Fumbling a little, you steady your hands.
  232. 232.
    >This is how bomb defusals must happen.
  233. 233.
    >With poise.
  234. 234.
    >With grace.
  235. 235.
    >With dignity- Holy shit this is tricky. Okay, pull once, then..
  236. 236.
    >No.
  237. 237.
    >Okay, try from THIS angle..
  238. 238.
    >"J-just p-pull twice, An-Anon."
  239. 239.
    >You pull away from her back, then push the hooks out from the clasps.
  240. 240.
    >Shy shrugs her shoulders, letting the bra straps fall down her arms.
  241. 241.
    >You blink as she presses herself against you.
  242. 242.
    >You can feel the bra falling from her breasts.
  243. 243.
    >Her bare chest pushes against yours, and you can feel slight protrusions where her nipples are hardening against you.
  244. 244.
    >"Anon." She moans lightly, pulling your mouth towards hers for a kiss.
  245. 245.
    >Her hand tangles in your hair, and tightens, keeping you against her mouth.
  246. 246.
    >Not like you're going anywhere.
  247. 247.
    >She runs a hand down your burning body to your crotch, grabbing at the flesh she finds there.
  248. 248.
    >You moan into her mouth.
  249. 249.
    >She steps back, breaking the kiss with a light trail of saliva connecting you for the briefest moment.
  250. 250.
    >She hooks her thumbs into her panties, pulling them off quickly.
  251. 251.
    >You eye the small cluster of hair on her pubis, like light pink frosting.
  252. 252.
    >And you have a sudden desire to eat cake. Fantastic.
  253. 253.
    >You decide to try something.
  254. 254.
    >You kneel down and eye her pussy with the air of a man who knows what he's doing.
  255. 255.
    >You gently place a kiss on her pubic hair, before trailing down.
  256. 256.
    >Each kiss produces a squeak of pleasure from your sister.
  257. 257.
    >"W-what are you d-doing?"
  258. 258.
    > Her questions turn to a moan as you reach her lower lips.
  259. 259.
    >You kiss the small bud at the top, and she quivers.
  260. 260.
    >Her hand grabs at your hair, and you hear her murmur "S-shower, n-now."
  261. 261.
     
  262. 262.
    "Shy, I need to get my sweatpants off."
  263. 263.
    >Without a fucking moment's hesitation she yanks them down.
  264. 264.
    >"D-done." She says proudly, before sliding open the shower door.
  265. 265.
    >She grabs you by the dick, and steps in.
  266. 266.
    >On one hand, ow.
  267. 267.
    >On the other hand, this is surprisingly hot.
  268. 268.
    >You're talking about the shower.
  269. 269.
    >What else would you be talking about?
  270. 270.
    >"O-okay, first let's c-clean you up." Shy says as she grabs some lotion or another from the alcove shelf.
  271. 271.
    "W-wait, why me first?"
  272. 272.
    >"B-because we're here to c-clean y-you. A-anything e-else that h-happens is just a b-bonus." She gives a smile that practically melts your heart.
  273. 273.
    >And warms your dick.
  274. 274.
    >We are reaching super critical capacity, Cap'n.
  275. 275.
    >She works her fingers into your shoulders, turning you around so you face the wall and she's facing your back.
  276. 276.
    >You smell honey in the lotion, and you rest your head on the wall.
  277. 277.
    >The cool stone soothes your headache slightly.
  278. 278.
    >You let her rub small circles into your back, before she turns you around and starts rubbing at your chest.
  279. 279.
    >"O-okay, t-tell me if this h-helps.." She gains a look of intense concentration, before kneeling down.
  280. 280.
    "Tell you if what hel-" You finish with a yelp as she takes your dick in her mouth.
  281. 281.
    >This is new.
  282. 282.
    >It's warm, and wet and you can feel her tongue hesitantly stroking your length.
  283. 283.
    >Throughout it all, she keeps her eyes locked on yours, occasionally breaking contact to focus on what she's doing.
  284. 284.
    >That is to say, you.
  285. 285.
    >She bobs her head, lips sliding over you and creating a jerking sensation.
  286. 286.
    >You watch your sister, hair plastered to her scalp, teal eyes locked onto yours as she spit shines your cock.
  287. 287.
    >You feel a building pressure at the base of your shaft, and you know what's coming.
  288. 288.
    "Shy - " You're interrupted by a groan as she lewdly slurps away. "- I'm close already."
  289. 289.
     
  290. 290.
    >She looks at you quizically, muttering something around your meat before nodding and determinately redoubling her efforts.
  291. 291.
    >Her head pistons forward and back, and you take a minute to be impressed.
  292. 292.
    >You mean, it's not like she's seasoned in this.
  293. 293.
    >Your dick begins to spasm, and despite it not being the most brotherly of gestures, you grab her head and begin thrusting.
  294. 294.
    >There's a sound of light protest before Shy just seems to go along with it, eyes closed.
  295. 295.
    >Pleasure erupts from you, and you moan as you send your load into her mouth.
  296. 296.
    >She opens her eyes, making sure you're watching.
  297. 297.
    >She seems unsure.
  298. 298.
    >She fucking swallows it.
  299. 299.
    >You've been told this is a sign of love in many cultures, and from the way Shy's looking uncertain of herself, you're sure this is one of them.
  300. 300.
    >Your head droops, before you lift it to look her in the eye. She's flushed.
  301. 301.
    "Thank you, Shy."
  302. 302.
    >"N-no problem, Anon." She smiles at you, love in her eyes.
  303. 303.
    "Let's get you washed u-" You frown as your vision tilts.
  304. 304.
    >No, you're tilting.
  305. 305.
    >You slam into the wall, and frown, blinking.
  306. 306.
    >You feel like there's no strength left in your legs.
  307. 307.
    >"Anon?" Shy asks, quickly supporting your form, and cupping your face.
  308. 308.
    "I'm.. fine. Sorry, I'm just not feeling great suddenly."
  309. 309.
    >You sort of also feel like a stereotype.
  310. 310.
    >Haha, typical man, cums then wants to sleep.
  311. 311.
    >Except it feels like your body is actively trying to shut down.
  312. 312.
    >"I-it's fine. L-let's get you b-back to bed." Shy steps out of the shower, retrieving two fluffy towels for the pair of you.
  313. 313.
    >She helps you dry off, and climb into some clean basketball shorts and a shirt before kissing you on the forehead and disappearing.
  314. 314.
    >Probably to get changed.
  315. 315.
    >You curl up in bed, feeling drained.
  316. 316.
    >You've decided your sister is a succubus. It's the only explanation.
  317. 317.
    >You lay there, debating on what you've done.
  318. 318.
    >You're happy to note that it wasn't just sex. You do genuinely still love your sister. Even if that love has.. other levels to it.
  319. 319.
     
  320. 320.
    >The door creaks open, and you crack an eyelid open to watch Shy dart under the covers, wrapped up in fluffy pyjamas.
  321. 321.
    >She spoons you again, somehow fate has decided Ye Are Little Spoon.
  322. 322.
    >You're okay with this.
  323. 323.
    >You're okay with a lot right now.
  324. 324.
    "Sorry I didn't get you to finish, Shy. Hell, I didn't get you to start." You frown into your pillow.
  325. 325.
    >Shy wraps her arms around you, and breathes in the honey scent of lotion.
  326. 326.
    >"I-it's ok, Anon. I h-had fun. Y-You can j-just owe me." She giggles.
  327. 327.
    "Owe you?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Sort of a useless gesture from her vantage point.
  328. 328.
    >"F-for next time," she clarifies, poking you in the side.
  329. 329.
    >Next time. You smile. There's going to be a next time.
  330. 330.
    >You cough up some phlegm, and frown. Damn that hurt.
  331. 331.
    "Alright, I owe you for next time... lover." You try to put a purr on the last word, but it's more of a slurring effect with the state you're in.
  332. 332.
    >She jabs you in the side lightly and you wince.
  333. 333.
    "Ow." You whine.
  334. 334.
    >You both lapse into silence.
  335. 335.
    >There's nervous tapping on your side.
  336. 336.
    >"A-Anon, you s-still l-love me, r-right?" she mutters into your hair.
  337. 337.
    "Always have and always will, Shy." She hugs you tighter.
  338. 338.
    >And with that, you both fall off to sleep.
  339. 339.
     
  340. 340.
    >It's the next day.
  341. 341.
    "I told you you'd get sick, too." You mutter at the lump in bed next to you.
  342. 342.
    >"I-I know I j-just thought I-I'd -- " your sister is cut off by a loud sneeze, and she shivers, wiggling into the covers.
  343. 343.
    "Your soup hot enough?" You ask, frowning.
  344. 344.
    >"Y-yes, thank you, Anon." She slurps at her vegetable soup.
  345. 345.
    >Fucking vegetarians.
  346. 346.
    >Which you did.
  347. 347.
    >You, Anon, fucked a vegetarian.
  348. 348.
    >Also your sister, but hey.
  349. 349.
    >So you're kind of fucked up.
  350. 350.
    >And maybe she is a little bit, too.
  351. 351.
     
  352. 352.
     
  353. 353.
     
  354. 354.
    FIN

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