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Road to Recovery [twin sis Scootaloo x Anon]
By OniiChansFablesCreated: 2020-10-21 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-02-22 04:03:59
Expiry: Never
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>Be little kid anon.
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>Be walking to school with your twin sister Scootaloo.
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>Sun is shining, birds chirping, all that shit. School is kinda boring, but life is good.
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>The town's soccer pitch is in your path, you notice some teenagers playing.
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>Oh shit, Rainbow Dash is there. Hopefully Scoots doesn't noti-
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>"Oh shit, it's Rainbow Dash!"
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>God damn it.
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>No way will you be able to drag your stubborn mule of a sister away in time. If one of you is late, both of you get shit, so you might as well stick around.
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>You run up to the fence, notice your sister literally drooling in admiration after Rainbow Dash scored a goal.
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>You really don't get it.
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>Eventually the match ends, so you can finally leave.
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"We can make it in time for the second period if we take a shortcut through the woods, Scoots. Come on."
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>"Fine, whatever." Her carefree attitude has gotten you into trouble countless times, but that's what makes her fun to hang around.
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>Halfway through the woods, there is no sign of civilization. No cars, no people, nothing. Just you and your sister, chatting about stupid shit.
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>SNAP
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>That sounded like someone stepping on a branch behind you.
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>You both turn and look, which you immediately regret.
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>Two big dudes, wearing fucking suits and black masks like they just came from a bank robbery.
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>Both of you back away slowly, too scared to say a word.
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>The guy on the left is holding tape. "Don't resist and you won't get hurt."
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>Scoots takes the initiative and pulls on you, and you both start running.
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>Within seconds, she trips and falls.
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>She's crying hysterically at this point. One of the guys catches up and starts taping over her mouth.
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>Fucking fuck, this is serious shit. Your instincts stop you in your tracks and your heart is beating like crazy.
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>You want to run, but seeing your sister getting manhandled like that starts a fire in your soul.
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>The guy just punches you in your gut and everything goes black.
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>You are in what feels like the trunk of a car, hands and feet bound, bag over your head.
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>You've been here for at least an hour, though it's hard to tell.
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>You spent the first half of that time crying like a little bitch, but eventually the tears stopped flowing.
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>The only thing you can hear is the rumbling of the car and your own hyperventilation.
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>You have no idea where Scootaloo is, which is stressing you out more and more with every passing minute.
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>Eventually the car starts slowing down and making frequent turns, giving you morbid relief while you get tossed around the trunk.
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>The car stops completely, and you finally hear the sound of door slams.
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>The trunk opens, the guy picks you up and starts walking.
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>He takes you down a flight of stairs, pulls the bag off your head, and rips the tape off your mouth with no regard for the skin beneath it.
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>That fucking hurt, but you don't dare say anything.
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>The masked fucker loosens the rest of your restraints and literally throws you on the floor of what looks like a basement improvised into a jail cell.
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>"Nobody will hear you down here except for us, and I suggest you don't annoy us with any pointless screaming."
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>He shuts the door and leaves you in the cold, damp, and badly lit room.
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>"N-Nonnie?"
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>The mother of all reliefs washes over you.
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"Scoots?"
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>You can barely keep your tears back.
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>There she is, sitting in a fetal position on a bed in the corner of the room.
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>Eyes red from crying, hair completely messed up, and unconfident stuttering, you've never seen your rowdy tomboy sister like this.
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>The weight of the situation threatens to overwhelm you as your heart rate increases and a wave of dizziness washes over you.
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>The utterly frightened look on her face as she watches you stumble like an idiot gives you the realization of a lifetime.
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>She's counting on you. For what, you don't know exactly, but there is one thing that you do know. You have to be strong.
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>You have to be strong, for her.
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>It's been hours. If it wasn't for the clock in the room, your sanity would surely be in jeopardy.
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>You had sat down next to your sister right after being thrown into the dungeon, and she hadn't let go of your arm since.
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>You couldn't think of anything to say to break the tension in the atmosphere. She seems to be calmer, so this is fine for now.
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>The thumping sound of boots walking down the stairs causes both of you to flinch involuntarily.
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>As the door starts creeping open, you both pull closer, not knowing what else to do but to take comfort in each other's presence.
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>"This is your food for today. If I come back tomorrow and see you haven't eaten, there's going to be consequences."
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>The guy, still keeping his creepy mask on, leaves as quickly as he entered.
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>You reluctantly pull away from your sister to inspect the food tray he had laid down on the table in the middle of the room.
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>Two glasses, a water bottle, and a bowl of thick, disgusting-looking oatmeal.
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"C-Come on, Scoots." You tried (and failed) to sound cheerful. "We better eat."
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>What commenced was the most awkward meal in your life. Neither of you said anything, rather focusing on forcing this demonic slop down your throats with your fingers.
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>After fifteen long minutes of this, Scoots wordlessly goes back to her corner, taking the same position as before.
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>Knowing what to do, you sit back down next to her. Instead of holding your arm, this time she just leans her head on your shoulder.
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>"Nonnie, are we going to die?"
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>You were not prepared for this. You were not prepared for any of this.
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>Words failed you and your heart started beating faster. Scootaloo seems to have noticed your discomfort, as you notice a guilty look form on her face.
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>"Sorry. That was a stupid thing to ask."
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>Her attempt at giving you a remorseful smile is surprisingly successful at calming you down.
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>Content in your current position, you both simply remained in each other's grasp for the remainder of the day.
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>Twelve long hours have passed, and you are dead tired. You fall down on the other bed across the room, yawning heavily.
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"I'm going to sleep, Scoots. G'night."
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>"Wait."
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>She sounded apprehensive. "My bed is further from the door. Besides..."
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>Awkward pause.
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>"It's really cold in here."
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>Another awkward pause. You sit upright on your bed, waiting for her to continue.
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>"Could you... sleep over here?"
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>Your heart jumps. Coming from the fiercely independent and confident Scootaloo, this was not a request to be taken lightly, not that you would have considered responding negatively.
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"Sure."
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>A thin sheet and a hard mattress, this was hardly a bed worth its weight in dirt. But somehow, being next to Scootaloo made it bearable.
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>Facing away from each other seemed to be the polite thing to do in this situation, but you couldn't avoid your backs touching without falling on the floor.
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>"Why didn't you run away after I fell?"
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"I... couldn't. I saw what they were planning and I couldn't leave you alone."
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>Scootaloo turns around and starts sobbing against your back.
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>I'm sorry. Y-you shouldn't be here, it should just be-"
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>You turn around to face her. You don't really know how to approach this, so you just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
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"I'd rather worry about you here than worry about you at home."
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>At that, she's again at the verge of tears. You wonder if that was the right thing to say.
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"Besides, I'm the one who suggested the forest path."
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>"But... I'm the one who made us late for school."
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>And there it is, a chance to lighten the mood.
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"No, this is mom's fault for having us in the first place!"
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>She pauses for a moment, then lets out a light-hearted giggle.
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"Good night, Scoots."
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>Before you had a chance to turn away, you sister gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Nonnie."
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>Before drifting off to sleep, you briefly considered Scoots' first question. Did you regret not running when you had the chance?
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>No. No you did not.
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>It's day seven.
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>Nothing has changed. You figured you were being held for ransom, but you couldn't know for sure.
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>The kidnappers were scary, but so far they hadn't done anything to either of you.
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>The hunger was starting to carry over between the meager oatmeal servings.
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>Otherwise you were just bored out of your mind. Scootaloo looks fine, so "being strong" seems to have worked.
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>Footsteps.
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>Oh great, it's oatmeal time.
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>The door opens, but the masked dude isn't holding anything. He walks over, grabs your arm and pulls you up the stairs.
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>Scootaloo is shocked. "Where are you taking him?"
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>No answer. You have a bad feeling about this.
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>You are sat down at a table in what looks like a kitchen. Both of the masked dudes are standing over you.
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>"Are you left handed?"
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>What the fuck kind of question is that?
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"Uhh... n-no."
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>One of the guys forces your left hand on to the table and holds it in place. The other guy pulls out a pair of hedge trimmers.
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>They're fucking huge.
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>"Sorry about this, kid. Your parents passed the deadline, so they need some encouragement."
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>Nope nope nope.
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>You are in full panic mode. The guy holding your hand is way too fucking strong, you can't get loose.
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>He forces your pinkie out of your fist, and your view is obstructed.
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>*SNIP*
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>You haven't screamed like this since birth. Blood is everywhere and the pain is overwhelming.
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>You vomit on the floor inbetween some combination of screaming, heavy panting, and crying.
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>The guy snaps a picture of you with his phone, puts your dismembered finger into an envelope, and leaves the room.
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>The other guy wraps your hand in a towel and pulls you back down the stairs and into the basement.
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>He throws a bunch of gauze, bandages, and more towels in there. "Keep pressure on it if you want to live."
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>You see your sister back in her fetal position on the bed, crying almost as hard as you.
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>You realize she must have heard your screaming. You were too loud. Too weak.
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>You failed her.
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>The worst day of your life is finally coming to a close.
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>The combination of hunger, pain and blood loss had left you stuck in bed and exhausted, not in a good way.
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>You're afraid you might never wake up if you pass out.
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>After seeing your sorry state, Scootaloo took it upon herself to nurse your injury without complaint.
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>The disfigurement didn't seem to bother her at all, and you distinctly remember her hating the sight of blood in the past.
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>She had started singing mom's lullaby throughout the day's ordeal, probably to calm herself down.
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>It's working on you as well. She has a surprisingly elegant singing voice.
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>She finishes wrapping up the last fresh pair of bandages before laying down beside you.
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>"Why did they do this?"
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"They just said mom and dad were late with the payment."
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>Scootaloo looked dejected at that. Of course she did. Either your parents couldn't pay, or they wouldn't.
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>You didn't know which option was worse. Either way, your survival chances don't seem good.
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>As much as you wished otherwise, you were going to fall asleep soon enough whether you liked it or not.
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>You figure dying in the arms of your sister would be a good enough way to end this life.
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>Leaving her alone here would be your only regret.
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"Scoots?"
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>Damn, your voice sounded weak.
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>You clear your throat. By god, you are not going to die without saying your piece.
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"If I die tonight, I'm sorry."
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>"Shut up."
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>You wish. You have to keep going, even if it means talking through all these damn tears.
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"I l-love you, Scoots. I wouldn't trade this week for anything even if it means-"
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>She cuts you off with a kiss.
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>She pulls her head back up. "I said shut up."
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>"...did you like it?"
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>You nod.
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>"Good. That's how the grownups do it."
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>She was blushing noticeably.
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>"And we'll do it again when you wake up tomorrow, promise. So just shut up."
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>You don't know if it will make a difference, but suddenly you aren't content with dying anymore.
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>With her promise in mind, you drift off to sleep.
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>You wake up in an unfamiliar environment.
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>Everything is way too bright, can't see a fucking thing.
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>You're laying on something really soft, like what you imagine a cloud would feel like.
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>Oh fuck, wait a moment. Is this the afterlife?
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>You notice a blurry figure hovering over you.
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"Am I dead"?
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>A woman-like voice laughs.
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>"Nope, just admitted."
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>You hear curtains fall and you see everything. It's a hospital room, and that's a nurse.
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>relievedsigh.jpg
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>You notice purple and orange on the floor to your left.
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>"She refused to leave the room. Your doctor thought it was cute, so we added a mattress for her."
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>Your doctor clearly knows his shit.
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>Your thoughts are interrupted as the door opens.
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>You head is momentarily filled with thoughts of oatmeal and facemasks, but it's a doctor that walks in.
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>That's a massive relief, for some reason. Why expect anything else in a hospital?
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>"Hello Anon, welcome to [Home Town]'s local hospital!"
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>Apparently this goofy-sounding guy is your doctor.
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>You notice Scootaloo is awake now, smiling at you like an idiot.
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>Apparently the guy who delivered your severed finger fucked up and got followed back.
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>Cops rushed the place, you were nearly dead.
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>You were rushed here and kept under for over 24 hours because surgery.
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"Wait, surgery?"
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>"Your finger, obviously!" The doctor pulls up a pair of scissors. "Which reminds me, it's time to remove your cast!"
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>You freeze in place as you watch the doctor cut at the material covering your hand.
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>Fucking scissors.
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>Profuse sweating commences. Heart rate monitor starts beeping.
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>Heavy breathing. Dizzy as fuck.
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>You think you hear a loud SNIP, which is followed by a sharp pain in your finger and you start screaming.
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>Suddenly Scootaloo is hugging you and your mother rushes into the room to join the sobbing mess.
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>What has this life become?
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>Be teenaged anon.
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>Be walking home from school with your twin sister Scootaloo.
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>Sun is shining, birds are chirping, footsteps are behind you.
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>You look behind you. Nobody's there.
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>"Anon, are you okay?"
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"Yeah, I'm fine."
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>She didn't look convinced.
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"Okay, yeah... I heard them again. But I'm fine, really."
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>"Alright," She put on a playful smile before slapping the back of your head and running ahead. "Race ya home!"
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"Damn it, no fair!"
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>You almost caught up. Almost.
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>The heat outside was sweltering, and your backpack had only gotten heavier since entering high school.
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>Not only did you lose the race, but now you were a sweaty mess.
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>The front door opened before either of you touched it.
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>It's mom.
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>"Hey kids, I'm off to work. There are some leftovers in the fridge."
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>Right, her evening shift was today.
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>She'd taken on part time work after the incident to help pay for therapist visits and lawyer fees.
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>That was years ago, but she never stopped working. She probably felt guilty about not having enough cash when it was most needed.
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>Doubly so for your father. He'd since turned into a hardcore workaholic, you hardly ever saw him anymore.
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>"Anon, I'm taking a shower!"
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>Great, that meant you had to wait.
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>You took a look into the fridge, curious about the leftovers.
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>There's lasagna, orange juice, and... oatmeal.
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>Nope, Scoots can have it.
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>You close the fridge and start wondering if there's anything on TV.
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>Nope. You still watch ten minutes of nothing at all, until you hear the bathroom door open.
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>Your heart skips a beat at the sight before you.
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>It's Scootaloo. Soaking wet, wearing nothing but a small-ish towel wrapped tightly around her torso.
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>You can't stop looking.
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>Those wet locks falling over her eyes.
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>The outlines of her protruding chest.
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>And those legs, you can almost see up to the-
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>"Anon?"
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"Wuh-what?"
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>She gave you a smirk. "You look like you just saw a pair of scissors."
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>It took you a moment to process that comment.
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"Hey, that's not funny."
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>It's getting late. Shower's done, teeth brushed, and homework's finished.
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>You're about ready to go to bed.
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>You hear a knock on your door.
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>"Hey Anon, sorry about earlier today. I shouldn't joke around about your phobia like that."
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>She actually looks remorseful.
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>No way could you ever hold a grudge against her for a simple joke.
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"It's fine, Scoots. I'm going to sleep... are you coming?"
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>"Yeah, just gonna brush my teeth."
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>The two of you had never stopped sleeping in the same bed.
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>It was simply the new norm after those seven days, neither of you saw a reason to stop.
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>In fact, she had told you that it helped keep her nightmares in check.
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>But that was years ago. The therapy had probably done more for her than it had for you.
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>Scootaloo walks back into your room, wearing her orange underwear.
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>You had also always slept in your boxers, so there's nothing strange going on here. Nothing strange at all.
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>That's what you've been telling yourself every single night for at least two years now, but that never stopped the flutters in your stomach.
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>She slips under the covers beside you.
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>"So..." She's facing you, closer than normal. You can see her bra from this position.
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>"What's up with you lately?"
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"Uhh, what?"
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>She raises an eyebrow. "You just seem... distracted."
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>You tense up. This could be bad, very bad.
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>Your instincts are screaming at you to clear up this misunderstanding somehow.
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"I, uhh... I just..."
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>Her face softens and she interrupts your pathetic stuttering. "Hey, if something's bothering you, I want to know."
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>She actually grabbed your hand as she said that.
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>You're unsure whether her carefree attitude towards physical contact was a blessing or a curse.
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>She yawns and turns away. "Tell me about it tomorrow, I'm going to sleep."
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>Crisis averted.
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>Your stress levels eventually fall back down, and soon enough, the warm embrace of sleep covers you.
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>You wake up to something hitting your back. You hear panting.
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>It's Scootaloo. She's thrashing around.
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>You hear a whimper and you decide you can no longer just watch her suffering.
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>You reach for the lamp to turn on the light, and grab her shoulder.
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"Scoots, wake up."
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>It takes a couple of shakes, but her eyes finally open.
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>She immediately sits up into a familiar fetal position and starts sobbing into her knees.
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>This hasn't happened in a while, but you still know what to do.
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>You pull her into a side-hug, offering a shoulder to cry on.
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>She accepts.
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"What happened?"
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>You hear your sister take a deep breath.
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>"It was... when they... your finger."
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>You get the idea.
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>"I was just... sitting on that bed, like a useless... while the screams..."
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>You feel a pang of guilt.
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>The pain those hedge trimmers caused you on that day was still a very vivid memory.
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>You wouldn't expect any kid to hold back his screams in that situation, but the feeling that you had failed her still persisted.
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>You have to lighten the mood.
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>You hold your left hand up in front of you, the scar still clearly visible.
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"You know, considering all those student loans that med students have to take, I'd really have been STUMPED if the reattachment surgery had failed."
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>And the room goes silent.
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>Fuck, that should've worked for su-
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>"PPRRRFFFT"
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>To your immense relief, she falls into your arms and starts laughing.
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>"That was a freaking horrible joke, Anon."
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"No way, my comedy is top notch."
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>You share a moment of eye contact before you both yawn.
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>You're about to lay back down, but your sister leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning off the light and laying back down.
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>"Love you, Nonnie. G'night again."
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>Those words hit you right in your heart.
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>She backs up against you, clearly wanting cuddles.
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>These moments are your life blood.
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>A similar moment had stirred your will to live years ago, in that basement.
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>For better or for worse, nothing had changed.
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>It's another beautiful day on your way to school.
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>Made all the better by the shiny smile on your sister's face beside you.
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>"Sooooo..."
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>That grin is a little too wide.
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>"Are you going to tell me what was bothering you yesterday?"
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>Fuck. You knew forgot something.
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"It's... nothing, really. At least nothing new."
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>"You're blushing!"
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>Fuck. That mental image of her stepping out of the shower was still very fresh.
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"Am not!"
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>She wraps her arm around you and closes in.
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>"Come on, Nonnie, you can't fool me."
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>This is getting dangerous. You know she means well, but she can't know. Not ever.
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>Her face suddenly gets serious. "Look... I had an issue last night, and you helped me out."
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>"So, now you have an issue, and I want to help out. That's only fair, right?"
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>Damn it, why does your sister have to be such a saint?
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>Now you'd just feel bad if you lied to her. Which she would no doubt pick up on, prompting further questions.
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>This situation must be defused. A reassuring smile and a half-truth should do the trick.
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"It's just... something I have to deal with by myself. I don't want to drag you down with me, after all."
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>"Oh..." She looks deflated. "If you say so..."
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>Suddenly she slaps the back of your head.
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>"Race ya to school!"
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>Phew. You were really worried for a moment there.
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>You start running, but you can't keep up. Was she always this fast?
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>You arrive at the school's entrance, and she's nowhere to be seen.
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>Maybe she just didn't want to be late.
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>The entire school day passes without you seeing her once.
-
334.
>You were supposed to share a math class today, but she didn't show up.
-
335.
>It does make sense, who actually wants to learn probability theory?
-
336.
>The Sun is shining on the way home just as bright as ever... but somehow it's not the same.
-
337.
>You arrive back home. She's probably there already.
-
338.
>Someone with a familiar set of hair colors is standing outside your front door.
-
339.
>"Dude, it's about time."
-
340.
"Uhh... can I hel-"
-
341.
>"We need to talk."
-
342.
-
343.
"She did WHAT?"
-
344.
>"Yeah. And she looked like she'd just finished running a marathon."
-
345.
"And... what did you tell her?"
-
346.
>Rainbow Dash cocked her eyebrow. "Dude are you kidding?"
-
347.
>"After years, she comes out of nowhere like she just became homeless. Of course I said she could stay."
-
348.
"Hold up. Years? What does that mean?"
-
349.
>"Exactly what it sounds like. We hadn't spoken in a long while."
-
350.
"No way. She used to hang around you all the time."
-
351.
>"Yeah, and that stopped one day. Take a wild guess when."
-
352.
>Oh, fuck. You can see where she's going with this, you just hope she's wrong. She HAS to be.
-
353.
"But... still. She has friends. I know she does."
-
354.
>Rainbow Dash stops in her tracks. "What, you mean Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle?"
-
355.
>"You know, for how much she hangs around you, you sure seem oblivious about her social life."
-
356.
>She pulls a pencil and a piece of paper out of her backpack.
-
357.
>"Tell you what." She rips a piece of it, scribbles something on it, and hands you what looks like a series of numbers.
-
358.
>"Here's Apple Bloom's phone number. Ask her yourself."
-
359.
>She looks completely serious. There's no doubt anymore.
-
360.
>In hindsight, you did walk to and from school together, every day.
-
361.
>And you don't remember the last time you saw her hang around with a friend.
-
362.
>You remember how she had refused to leave your hospital bed, you thought she was just worried about your health.
-
363.
>Was she STILL refusing to leave your side, after all this time?
-
364.
"I... fuck. I can't believe I didn't notice..."
-
365.
>"Yeah, neither can I."
-
366.
>Harsh, Dash.
-
367.
>"Well, we're here, that's my apartment. I don't know exactly what you did, but you need to undo it."
-
368.
"I... I can't..."
-
369.
>Dash grabs your shirt by your throat.
-
370.
>"NOT AN OPTION. Take some fucking responsibility for you own-"
-
371.
>She abruptly lets go, turns away, and sighs.
-
372.
>"Sorry, that wasn't fair."
-
373.
>You just fall on your knees like a wimp.
-
374.
>Dash was lying. That was perfectly fair.
-
375.
>Fuck the consequences. You know exactly how to fix this.
-
376.
"I'll do it."
-
377.
-
378.
>Dash leads you to a door.
-
379.
>"She's in here."
-
380.
>You try to literally swallow your stress. It doesn't work.
-
381.
>Dash notices. "Good luck."
-
382.
>You open the door, and it closes behind you.
-
383.
>There she is. Sitting on a bed.
-
384.
>In a fetal position, face hidden behind her knees.
-
385.
>You sit down beside her, avoiding direct contact.
-
386.
>She's not even acknowledging your presence.
-
387.
"Scoots? I'm sorry. This is my fault."
-
388.
>No response. You can't tell if she's mad or not.
-
389.
"I'll tell you everything."
-
390.
>"Shut up. You don't have to tell me anything."
-
391.
"Come on, Scoots. I don't want to lose you."
-
392.
>She looks up. Her face is red from crying. "But... I thought..."
-
393.
"Thought what?"
-
394.
>Her face slumps back down.
-
395.
>"Mom keeps pretending nothing ever happened, and I haven't seen dad since Christmas..."
-
396.
>"I t-thought... " She looks back up, tears flowing.
-
397.
>"I thought... when you started acting weird, that... now you're leaving, too."
-
398.
>She falls against your shoulder and starts sobbing.
-
399.
>Damn, this was getting more complicated than you expected.
-
400.
"I'll never leave you, Scoots... that is... unless you want me to."
-
401.
>She looks up, surprised. "Unless... what?"
-
402.
"Because... I think I might love you a little too much."
-
403.
>The realization took a couple of moments to show on her face, in the form of a heavy blush.
-
404.
>"Wait... so that... did you... was... was that it?"
-
405.
>You nod, trying to avoid eye contact.
-
406.
>She's fidgeting. "So... do you think I'm... pretty?"
-
407.
>Looking at the gorgeous eyes and the cute blush on that perfect face, there was only one answer to this question.
-
408.
"Y-y-yes."
-
409.
>Scootaloo giggles at your smooth delivery and falls back into your shoulder.
-
410.
"Are you really okay with this?"
-
411.
>"I trust you, Anon."
-
412.
>Well, you weren't exactly expecting an enthusiastic response.
-
413.
>If nothing else, a huge burden has been lifted off your shoulders.
-
414.
>You fished a piece of paper out of your pocket.
-
415.
>You still had one thing left undone.
-
416.
"It's Apple Bloom's number, Scoots. You should give her a call."
-
417.
-
418.
>A week has passed.
-
419.
>Turns out she had even worse paranoia issues than you did.
-
420.
>It only manifested when she wasn't in your presence, so you never knew.
-
421.
>It had taken some brotherly prodding, but eventually she had contacted her old friends.
-
422.
>They were hanging out every day now.
-
423.
>You hear the front door open.
-
424.
>"Hey Anon, back from the sleepover!"
-
425.
"Hey, Scoots. How was the walk home?"
-
426.
>"It was, uhh... better. "
-
427.
>You can tell she's out of breath. Still, she's clearly making progress.
-
428.
>She tried a long solo walk a week ago, she had lasted fifteen minutes before begging you for help over the phone.
-
429.
>She seems genuinely happier now that she's reconnected with her friends, you're just glad you were part of that.
-
430.
>"Have any homework today?"
-
431.
"Yes, actually. I was just about to-"
-
432.
>She slaps your back and pushes you into your room.
-
433.
>"Screw that, I have a better idea. Wait here, I'll be right back."
-
434.
>Okay, this is odd. You can hear some whirring in the living room.
-
435.
>Is that the printer?
-
436.
>Your sister returns, holding a piece of paper, before laying it on your bed.
-
437.
>Scissors. She printed out an image of fucking scissors.
-
438.
"Scoots, what the f-"
-
439.
>"I know what you're thinking, just hear me out."
-
440.
>"An image is less scary than the real thing, right?"
-
441.
>You nod.
-
442.
>"Right. I'm going to cure you of your phobia, and facing this image will be your first step."
-
443.
"Uhh... I already tried this with my therapist, Scoots. That's why I stopped going."
-
444.
>You look over at the image.
-
445.
>Immediately you feel your breaths quicken, and a certain finger starts twitching.
-
446.
>Your sister reaches for your left hand and holds it in front of her.
-
447.
>"Yeah, but... I have something your therapist didn't."
-
448.
>She puts your finger in her mouth and starts sucking on it, all the while maintaining seductive eye contact.
-
449.
>You're frozen in place and your heart is racing.
-
450.
>Despite the partial numbness, you can feel her tongue dancing around your reattached finger.
-
451.
>She lets go.
-
452.
>"Call it... positive reinforcement."
-
453.
-
454.
"W-wait, Scoots. I t-thought you didn't like me like th-"
-
455.
>She puts her arms around your neck and closes the gap between you.
-
456.
>You can feel her breathing on your face.
-
457.
>"I never said that, Nonnie."
-
458.
>You are thoroughly confused.
-
459.
"O-okay, then... do you?"
-
460.
>"Let's talk about that later. For now..."
-
461.
>She picks up the image.
-
462.
>"Hold this."
-
463.
>No way. Just looking at it is bad enough.
-
464.
>Seeing your apprehension, your sister reaches down, loosens your belt buckle, and whispers into your ear.
-
465.
>"Be strong for me, brother. I promise you won't regret it."
-
466.
>Your shaking hand grabs hold of the image.
-
467.
>In one sweeping motion, your sister pushes you onto the bed, pulls down your pants, and kneels.
-
468.
>Unlike its hyperventilating owner, your little soldier is standing proud, ready for anything.
-
469.
>You gasp as she licks up the entire length of your shaft, all the way to the tip.
-
470.
>This feels amazing, but you can still feel the panic emanating from the image.
-
471.
>Your sister then takes you into her mouth.
-
472.
>That feeling of her tongue caressing your head is almost too much.
-
473.
>A couple of seconds of this pass, and your penis twitches in her mouth.
-
474.
>You involuntarily crumple the paper in your hand, and the panic returns.
-
475.
>Picking up on your emotions, Scootaloo decides to pick up the pace.
-
476.
>She is sucking vigorously now, you can see her head bobbing.
-
477.
>The warmth and the suction is an indescribable combo. No way will you last much longer.
-
478.
>To your dismay, your sister pulls up and looks straight into your eyes.
-
479.
>Then she dives right back down, pushing your member as far into her throat as she can manage.
-
480.
>You groan in pleasure and the floodgates open.
-
481.
>You fall on your back and spend a couple of second panting, before running to the bathroom.
-
482.
>You vomit into the toilet, and your sister arrives to pat you on your back.
-
483.
>"Well, you managed to hold that image for almost twenty seconds."
-
484.
>You're still reeling over how intense that was.
-
485.
>"Baby steps, Anon. Baby steps."
-
486.
-
487.
>It's day four of your sister's daily "therapy" sessions.
-
488.
>"You lasted 37 seconds, and no vomiting this time?"
-
489.
>Not only is she recording your progress into a notebook, she actually bought a stopwatch.
-
490.
>She moves closer and looks straight at you with that sultry expression on her face.
-
491.
>"I guess I'll take it slower tomorrow."
-
492.
>F-fuck. How does she manage to be so casual about this?
-
493.
>These sessions were leaving you a nervous mess, which is why you had moved them to just before bedtime.
-
494.
>Still, there was no denying the... perks.
-
495.
>You yawn and fall back on the bed, exhausted.
-
496.
"Y-yeah... I'm going to sleep, Scoots."
-
497.
>She hops onto the bed beside you, still full of energy.
-
498.
>"Come on, Anon, you're not being awkward about this, are you?"
-
499.
>Damn it, now she's just fucking with you.
-
500.
"Awkward? Me?"
-
501.
>Fuck it, if she's going to be exploiting your weaknesses, you might as well exploit hers.
-
502.
>You sit back up and look at her, a spark of mischief in your eyes.
-
503.
>As quickly as you can, you move to straddle over your sister and unleash a storm of tickles.
-
504.
"I'll show you... AWKWARD."
-
505.
>She shrieks. "AAHAHA, Anon... not this... no!"
-
506.
"NO MERCY."
-
507.
>"HAHAHA... damn it... stop!"
-
508.
>She's trying to guard her sides with her arms, presenting other openings.
-
509.
>The more you shift your attack patterns, the more she starts thrashing around.
-
510.
>Suddenly she grabs your hand and you lose balance, falling right on top of her.
-
511.
>You both go dead silent.
-
512.
>You're looking straight into each other's eyes, tips of your noses briefly touching.
-
513.
>Your chests are in full contact, you can clearly feel her heartbeat.
-
514.
>You've never seen her eyes from this close, they're more captivating than you thought.
-
515.
>You catch yourself and roll over.
-
516.
"S-sorry."
-
517.
>"It's... fine."
-
518.
>A couple of awkward seconds pass.
-
519.
>"Hey, Anon..?"
-
520.
"Yeah?"
-
521.
>Let's go outside tomorrow and do something fun... just the two of us."
-
522.
"S-sure."
-
523.
>With no more words spoken, the butterflies in your stomach eventually calm down and you fall asleep.
-
524.
-
525.
>"So, strawberry or chocolate?"
-
526.
"Strawberry, I guess."
-
527.
>"Good choice." Your sister moves to address the ice cream vendor.
-
528.
>"Two mediums, strawberry flavored."
-
529.
>It was really hot out today, made worse by the black pavement outside the mall entrance.
-
530.
"You know you don't need to pay for mine, right? I have enough money."
-
531.
>"I said it's my treat today, just shut up and take it."
-
532.
>Stubborn as ever, you don't dare protest further.
-
533.
>"Besides," She gives your ribs a playful jab with her elbow.
-
534.
>"After all the vomiting you've been doing lately, I owe you this much."
-
535.
"Well, I appreciate the hour's worth of pocket money you just saved me."
-
536.
>You said that as a joke, but you really did appreciate the gesture.
-
537.
>"Heh, what are sisters for, right?"
-
538.
>She grabs and pulls you away from the entrance.
-
539.
>"Nope, not that way."
-
540.
>She leads you around the building until you hear familiar music.
-
541.
>It was the nomadic amusement park that occasionally stopped in town.
-
542.
"Wait, they're in town today?"
-
543.
>Your sister nods. "Yeah, and I already bought a day pass for both of us."
-
544.
>"And we're doing everything."
-
545.
>A couple of adrenaline-filled hours pass.
-
546.
>You're not sure what you like better, between the rides themselves and the laughing smiles on your sister's face.
-
547.
"So that's one thing left before closing, right?"
-
548.
>It's the ferris wheel.
-
549.
>"Yep, let's go."
-
550.
>You hear the creaking of machinery and the wheel starts moving.
-
551.
>Halfway up, you rest your hand on the seat beside you, only to find it land on her already resting hand.
-
552.
>You flinch, but seeing no protest from her, you decide not to pull away.
-
553.
>"Hey, Anon..?"
-
554.
>The scene of the orange sunlight behind your sister was really heart-stopping, you could barely say a word.
-
555.
>"You don't mind me helping out like this, right?"
-
556.
>You know exactly what she's referring to.
-
557.
"I trust you, Scoots."
-
558.
>She laughs.
-
559.
>"Yeah, us nutcases have to stick together, right?"
-
560.
>You feel her fall against your shoulder.
-
561.
>"I wouldn't mind us... you know... sticking together."
-
562.
-
563.
>The walk home is making you more self-conscious than you're comfortable with.
-
564.
>As much as you're feeling elated, getting seen holding hands with your sister in public might start some rumors.
-
565.
>Thankfully there are few people out this late.
-
566.
"Scoots, are you sure you don't want to, you know... get a normal relationship?"
-
567.
>You're not trying to sabotage your chances, it just wouldn't feel right to not ask.
-
568.
>"I did think about that, actually. I just..."
-
569.
>A blush is appearing on her cheeks.
-
570.
>"I feel safe around you."
-
571.
>Your chest stings. If this is what you feared it was, you had to know.
-
572.
"Sis... I really don't want to exploit your paranoia for my own-"
-
573.
>"No! That's not... I didn't mean..."
-
574.
>She moves closer and hugs your arm.
-
575.
>"That's what I always thought it was, too."
-
576.
>"My paranoia would always get stronger the further I was from you, but after you started pushing me to deal with that..."
-
577.
>You can tell she's having a hard time talking about this.
-
578.
>"my paranoia got weaker... but my, uhh..."
-
579.
>She's fidgeting.
-
580.
>"my DESIRE to be around you didn't."
-
581.
>Now it's your turn to blush.
-
582.
>There really wasn't anything you could say to that, all you could do was try to avoid crying like a bitch.
-
583.
>"You've really got to stop being such a bitch, by the way."
-
584.
"Huh? A bitch?"
-
585.
>Did she just read your fucking thoughts?
-
586.
>"You're always second guessing yourself, dude, come on."
-
587.
"I don't ALWAYS do that... do I?"
-
588.
>"You JUST assumed that my paranoia was forcing my decision."
-
589.
>Fuck, she has a point.
-
590.
>"Hey, I'm not gonna judge you for having issues, but this is a no-brainer for me."
-
591.
"Come on, Scoots, you don't have to overstate this..."
-
592.
>"No, shut up," she interrupts. "Who else is going to wake me up at night and understand my nightmares?"
-
593.
"I... you... I mean..."
-
594.
>Scootaloo giggles.
-
595.
>"This can wait, Anon," she says, letting go of your arm. "You've got another issue to deal with first."
-
596.
>She slaps the back of your head, runs forward, and flashes you a suggestive smirk.
-
597.
>"Race ya home!"
-
598.
-
599.
>"Ninety four seconds! That's like... thrice as long as yesterday!"
-
600.
>You're too busy basking in the afterglow of a long session of incestuous oral sex to reply.
-
601.
>"Did you snort some cocaine while I wasn't looking? How do you feel?"
-
602.
"I feel... fine."
-
603.
>You notice you never let go of the image.
-
604.
>You don't know if it's the blowjobs or just the repetitive exposure, but this image seems to have lost its power.
-
605.
"Great, actually."
-
606.
>Passing this milestone was giving you a surge of confidence. Considering your previous talk, you decide to use it.
-
607.
>You gesture her to sit beside you.
-
608.
"Sit down."
-
609.
>She pauses for a moment, but complies.
-
610.
>Fuck your nerves, you're doing this.
-
611.
>"Is there something you-"
-
612.
"I want to return the favor."
-
613.
>Your sister recoils, clearly not expecting this.
-
614.
>"You... you want to... to return..."
-
615.
>Face red and avoiding eye contact, she clearly has no idea how to respond. Perfect.
-
616.
>Suppressing your own embarrassment, you grab her far shoulder and pull her closer.
-
617.
"Well? Going once... going twice..."
-
618.
>"Wait! If... if you insist... I mean... WAH-"
-
619.
>Not waiting for your sister to finish her sentence, you pick her up and lay her down on the bed.
-
620.
>Your own heart starting to race, you pull down her panties and throw them on the floor.
-
621.
>Her slit looks adorable, and that little purple bush on top seems like a fitting ornament.
-
622.
>You pull her legs apart, position yourself properly, and breathe right on your target.
-
623.
>You look up at your sister's face. Her heavy breathing is telling you she's ready.
-
624.
>Diving right in, you take a slow and forceful lick, vertically from the bottom end to the top.
-
625.
>"Ahhh~"
-
626.
>Right, more of the same, you get the message.
-
627.
>You repeat the motion a couple of times, but faster and in quick succession.
-
628.
>She's panting now.
-
629.
>You decide to lightly part her folds with your fingers before diving your tongue in, hearing an immediate gasp.
-
630.
>You probe around, welcoming the surprisingly alluring taste of her insides.
-
631.
-
632.
>You look up at her and your eyes are greeted by a very lewd, and a very unsatisfied expression.
-
633.
>She hasn't said a word since you started.
-
634.
>The contrast in her confidence now and just two minutes ago was really turning you on for some reason.
-
635.
>Not wanting to let her down, you increase your pace, trying to hit every crevasse within reach.
-
636.
>"A-anon... aaahhhn~"
-
637.
>She's started squirming around now, her legs can't seem to stay still.
-
638.
>You wrap your arms around them to lock them in place, not letting your tongue rest for a moment.
-
639.
>You hit something hard and hear a sharp moan.
-
640.
>You've seen enough porn to know what that's for.
-
641.
>Finding your new focus, you flick the protrusion with the tip of your tongue, and the reaction is immediate.
-
642.
>"Ahh... don't stop... right there..."
-
643.
>You try applying circular licks, rapid strokes, and just plain pressure.
-
644.
>It all seems to work, her moans are getting rhythmic now.
-
645.
>She sounds like she's getting close, but you don't want this to end yet.
-
646.
>You pull back your tongue and feel her hand grasp the back of your head.
-
647.
>You wait until her moans turn back into breaths.
-
648.
>"A-anon?"
-
649.
>Taking that as your cue, you again go to town on her nub.
-
650.
>With your increased vigor, her moans immediately regain their former tempo.
-
651.
>She's getting close again.
-
652.
>One more time, you figure. Why the hell not?
-
653.
>Again you pull back your tongue, waiting for her moans to calm.
-
654.
>"F-fuck... damn it, Nonnie..."
-
655.
>You start again. And this time, you're not stopping for anything.
-
656.
>Her thrashing starts getting hard to hold down.
-
657.
>"Aaaaaaahhhhh... Anon~"
-
658.
>This feels like her final thrashing, but you keep going, just in case.
-
659.
>Her moans subside and you slow down.
-
660.
>You can feel her hips twitching as you lick her folds clean.
-
661.
>A minute of her heavy breathing passes and you lay down next to her.
-
662.
>She rolls over and gives you a deep kiss, still short of breath.
-
663.
>"I love you, Anon."
-
664.
"Love you too, Scoots."
-
665.
>She falls asleep within minutes, and you follow soon after.
-
666.
-
667.
>You've been awake for about twenty minutes.
-
668.
>You're hungry and the Sun is in your face, but you can't get out of bed.
-
669.
>In fact, you can't even move, because your sister is clinging to you.
-
670.
>Usually the fact that her breasts are in such intimate contact with your arm would be on the top of your mind, but that no longer seems significant.
-
671.
>Rather, it's what's resting on the pillow next to you that you can't get enough of.
-
672.
>She could give you all the blowjobs you could ever want.
-
673.
>She could perform any sexual favor you could ever ask for.
-
674.
>She could satisfy all your hormonal urges in any fashion from now until your deathbed.
-
675.
>But you would turn it all down in a heartbeat, just for this sight.
-
676.
>The content smile on that resting face beside you was beyond any vain and short-lived satisfaction.
-
677.
>It's a good thing it's the weekend or else you might have to skip school, because waking her up would be a crime against humanity.
-
678.
>Reflecting on yesterday's events, your twin had shown you a side of her you hadn't known existed.
-
679.
>Her brazen personality had broken down completely the moment her own seductive techniques were used against her.
-
680.
>The contrast was worrying, more than anything else.
-
681.
>Whether this was a simple case of physical insecurity or something deeper, this could be an issue worth dealing with later.
-
682.
>If the solution was to simply repeat last night's events over and over again, similar to what she had done for you, you'd do it.
-
683.
>You know you'd do anything for her.
-
684.
>A worrying thought occurs to you as some strands of hair fall into your sister's face.
-
685.
>Does she know that?
-
686.
>You use your free hand to clear the hair out of her eyes, and whisper gently,
-
687.
"I'd do anything for you."
-
688.
>"Could you make me some breakfast, then?"
-
689.
>Your face falls and your sister's eyes open.
-
690.
>She's holding back laughs.
-
691.
"How... how long have you been awake?"
-
692.
>She squeezes your arm a little tighter.
-
693.
>"About thirty minutes."
-
694.
-
695.
>You actually ended up making breakfast for her.
-
696.
>Just some eggs and bacon, nothing classy.
-
697.
>"Anon, could you pass me the salt?"
-
698.
>It's right next to her.
-
699.
>You pause with suspicion, but still reach over the table and pass it over.
-
700.
>"Thanks, Anon!"
-
701.
>"OH LOOK, my glass is empty! Could you pass me the water?"
-
702.
>Well... this time the jug is actually closer to you, so you pass it over.
-
703.
>"Thanks, Anon!"
-
704.
>You sigh. What monster have you created?
-
705.
>"Heeeeyyy... Anon?"
-
706.
>That smile is WAY over-exaggerated. She's clearly enjoying this, and looking at her phone for whatever reason.
-
707.
"...what?"
-
708.
>"Could you get me a tailfeather from a male Indian peafowl?"
-
709.
"Did you just fucking look that up?"
-
710.
>She shows you the image, with that goofy grin on her face.
-
711.
>"I like the colors!"
-
712.
>Okay, you've had enough of this. You push back your chair and stand up.
-
713.
"I'm taking a walk. We're missing toilet paper, so I'm going to-"
-
714.
>"You know the zoo is closed on Sundays, right?"
-
715.
>God damn it, you have to get out of here.
-
716.
>It's a fifteen minute walk back and forth, and you've got the toilet paper.
-
717.
>You arrive back home, hoping she's had enough fun at your expense.
-
718.
"I'm back!"
-
719.
>No answer.
-
720.
"Scoots?"
-
721.
>"In here, Anon!"
-
722.
>That came from your room.
-
723.
>You open the door to your room, and are even more surprised than you thought you would be.
-
724.
>It's Scootaloo, hair tied back, sitting with crossed legs in your office chair, holding a pencil and her notebook.
-
725.
>She's wearing dad's reading glasses and your buttoned shirt.
-
726.
>You're pretty sure those are your pants, too.
-
727.
>"Take a seat, Anon."
-
728.
"Scoots... are you serious?"
-
729.
>She makes a show of adjusting her glasses. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
-
730.
>Well, you might as well play along. She did look pretty good in that professional getup.
-
731.
>You sit down on the bed, and she motions you to lay down.
-
732.
>"Now, tell doctor Scootaloo what's on your mind."
-
733.
-
734.
"Are you thinking of something specific?"
-
735.
>"Sure, let's start with yesterday's, uhh... session."
-
736.
>Ahh, okay. You're pretty sure you know what's going on here.
-
737.
>She clearly wants to talk about your unexpected reciprocation yesterday, just without the embarrassment of actually asking.
-
738.
>Nope, you're not letting her get away with that.
-
739.
"What exactly are you referring to, doc?"
-
740.
>She blushes instantly.
-
741.
>"What do you mean, 'what am I referring to'?"
-
742.
"I mean; what are you referring to?"
-
743.
>Time to put on your innocent face.
-
744.
"I'm not omniscient, Scoots. You're going to have to spell this out for me, preferably in great detail."
-
745.
>"I... I mean that... your..."
-
746.
>She's literally squirming in discomfort. This is perfect revenge.
-
747.
>She drops the notebook and the act with a sigh, clearly capitulating.
-
748.
>"Can you just tell me what got into you yesterday?"
-
749.
"You did."
-
750.
>She actually drops the pencil on the floor.
-
751.
>You can't help giggling, the look on her face when you said that was priceless.
-
752.
>"Can... can you just-"
-
753.
"Look, Scoots, there's nothing strange going on here. I just wanted to try it out."
-
754.
>She looks a bit surprised.
-
755.
>"You've... changed, you know that?"
-
756.
"Have I? Well, you did tell me to stop being a bitch."
-
757.
>You notice the top button on her shirt is loose.
-
758.
"By the way, do you have issues with... those?"
-
759.
>She notices exactly what you're looking at and shies away.
-
760.
>"What?" She starts laughing nervously. "Don't be stupid!"
-
761.
"Wow, you do."
-
762.
>"I do not! What gave you that idea?"
-
763.
"Well, you've kept them covered around me this entire time, even though you have no problems giving me-"
-
764.
>"F-Fine!" She starts unbuttoning her shirt, blushing harder than ever. "I'll... p-prove it!"
-
765.
>She throws the shirt onto the floor, leaving only her orange bra.
-
766.
>She reaches behind her back and you start noticing your heartbeat.
-
767.
>Is she actually doing this?
-
768.
>She throws the bra on the floor, struggling to put on a thin veil of pride.
-
769.
>"O-okay, Anon... t-touch them."
-
770.
-
771.
"I think you've made your point, Scoots."
-
772.
>"What, you t-think I'm embarrassed?"
-
773.
>You'd say it's blatantly obvious, but you hold your tongue.
-
774.
>She messes her hair back up, takes off the glasses, and sits down next to you.
-
775.
>"I don't need your pity! D-do it!"
-
776.
>You sit up to meet her, still apprehensive.
-
777.
"O-okay! I'll... do it."
-
778.
>You slowly move your hand towards your target.
-
779.
>Your sister suddenly grabs your wrist and thrusts your palm right on her breast.
-
780.
>"S-s-see?"
-
781.
>You gulp as you register the contact.
-
782.
>This felt really different from everything else you've done with her.
-
783.
>For some reason, this felt much more intimate. Like a different kind of boundary had just been crossed.
-
784.
>Your heart goes up a gear as you notice her nipple harden against your palm.
-
785.
>Something of your own is hardening, as well.
-
786.
>"Well?"
-
787.
>Her tough act is gone, but her blush isn't.
-
788.
"W-what?"
-
789.
>She looks at her feet. "You don't think they're too... small?"
-
790.
>If there was a ever a time to choose your words carefully, this was it.
-
791.
"I think they're... just right."
-
792.
>You weren't exactly lying. They weren't noticeably large, but your hand fit perfectly.
-
793.
>She still looks unsure. "Really?"
-
794.
"I t-think so... but... I could be biased..."
-
795.
>She's taken aback.
-
796.
>"B-biased?"
-
797.
>Fuck, bad choice of words.
-
798.
"I just... you know, growing up with you... you kinda became, well... my, uhh... s-standard of b-beauty, so..."
-
799.
>She looks at you stunned for a moment, before smiling softly.
-
800.
>"D-damn it, Anon... saying corny shit like this..."
-
801.
>She leans over to kiss you, keeping your hand on her breast.
-
802.
>She leans further on you until you lay down on your back.
-
803.
>Standing up off the bed, she reaches for a bag on the floor and pulls something out.
-
804.
>"Enough of me, this is *your* session."
-
805.
>Your heart stops as you notice what she's holding.
-
806.
>Fucking scissors.
-
807.
>"I think you're ready for the real thing."
-
808.
>She moves to straddle over you, suddenly looking a lot more confident.
-
809.
>"I think I'm ready for the real thing, too."
-
810.
-
811.
>You've never been this stressed in your life, or at least not since the kidnapping.
-
812.
>You feel a tug on your pants, before they're pulled down completely.
-
813.
>"You're not gonna need that shirt either, Anon."
-
814.
>As if on autopilot, you remove your last article of clothing as your sister does the same.
-
815.
"Scoots... I'm n-not s-sure I can-"
-
816.
>She shushes you with her finger and lays the scissors down on the far side of the bed.
-
817.
>"They're just going to sit there, Anon." Your twin again straddles over you.
-
818.
>"If you want to stop, just say so. If not..." She lays down on top of you, grinding on your shaft. "...just focus on me."
-
819.
>She shuts up your heavy breathing with a forceful kiss, using her tongue to coax yours into reciprocation.
-
820.
>Under any other circumstances, focusing on her would have been the easiest thing in the world.
-
821.
>But with that pair of scissors so close by, focusing on anything was a tall order.
-
822.
>Telling her to stop was the last thing you wanted to do. You'd never been this aroused in your life.
-
823.
>But you just couldn't ignore the aura from the scissors. The pressure coming from the cutting utensil was overwhelming.
-
824.
>The image was nothing in comparison. Cold sweat was appearing all over your body and panic was rising quickly.
-
825.
"Sc... Scoo..."
-
826.
>Fuck, your relentless gasps for air are preventing speech.
-
827.
>As much as you enjoyed it, that kiss had cut off your air supply, and your lungs couldn't seem to make up for the two seconds of lost time.
-
828.
>You have to get away. Your sister seems to notice something is wrong, as she lifts herself off of you.
-
829.
>You use the opportunity to roll away and land on the floor with a thud, but you don't stop until you hit the wall.
-
830.
>All feeling in your left pinkie is gone. You can see the finger on your hand, but for some reason that wasn't reassuring.
-
831.
>"Anon?"
-
832.
>She was quick to sit against the wall next to you, leaning on you as a show of support.
-
833.
"I... sorry... can't..."
-
834.
-
835.
>Morning turns into noon and you've not spoken a word with your sister since the failed therapy session.
-
836.
>Not knowing what else to do, you had just turned on the TV and watched whatever garbage was on.
-
837.
>You feel utterly pathetic. A complete failure, cockblocked by a phobia.
-
838.
>Your saint of a sister was doing you favors one after the other, and you couldn't even accept them.
-
839.
>You feel the couch inclination change, but you don't avert your eyes at the source.
-
840.
>"Anon, I'm sorry."
-
841.
"Don't be."
-
842.
>Awkward pause.
-
843.
>"No, I really am."
-
844.
This isn't going to work. We should stop."
-
845.
>She looks surprised.
-
846.
>"No."
-
847.
"Scoots, come on..."
-
848.
>"I'm not giving up on this."
-
849.
"You should."
-
850.
>"Anon, stop."
-
851.
"I'm sorry, but this just isn't going to-"
-
852.
>She stands up in front of you and grabs your jaw, forcing eye contact.
-
853.
>"Shut up. I said I'm not giving up, and I mean it."
-
854.
>You're starting to get irritated.
-
855.
"W-why?"
-
856.
>"B-because..." She lets go and looks away, her tough act cracking. "Because you're my... b-boyfriend."
-
857.
>You're about to say something, but she shushes you before sitting back down.
-
858.
>That was probably for the best, since you had no idea how to respond to that.
-
859.
>"Just sit there, shut up, and nod along as I speak, okay?"
-
860.
"F-fine."
-
861.
>"First of all, I love you."
-
862.
>Hitting you where it hurts right from the beginning. You nod lightly, trying to show no other reaction.
-
863.
>"Secondly... that was a bad call on my part." She falls against your shoulder.
-
864.
>"I shouldn't have dropped all of that on you... for our... first time."
-
865.
>That was unexpected. You had been looking at this like any other "therapy" session, but in hindsight...
-
866.
"Wait... you were going to... you were planning..?"
-
867.
>Her face lights up like a bulb as she scoots up closer.
-
868.
>"I... thought that was obvious... but yes."
-
869.
"S-sorry! I, uhh... was not thinking clearly-"
-
870.
>She gives your ribs a jab. "It's fine, just shut up. I'm not done."
-
871.
>She looks up at you. "We both need a shower."
-
872.
>Your heart stops at her grin. "You coming?"
-
873.
-
874.
>Your bathroom had one of those bathtubs with an attached shower-head, so space was not an issue.
-
875.
>Furthermore, you had somewhat grown accustomed to your sister's body.
-
876.
>At least enough for you to not get erect immediately after her undressing in front of you.
-
877.
>That only lasted until the moment she got under that stream of water.
-
878.
>Facing away from you, she got on her knees in the tub, looking up into the stream with eyes closed.
-
879.
>Her wet hair falling straight down, you could only sit back and admire the sight of the water flowing down her body.
-
880.
>She grabs a bottle of shampoo. "Get over here, I'll do your hair."
-
881.
>You comply, switching places with her.
-
882.
>Her standing behind you, running her fingers through your hair was doing nothing to stem your arousal.
-
883.
>There's no way she hadn't noticed your erection, but she was keeping quiet about it so far.
-
884.
>You're fine with that. This is pretty nice.
-
885.
>"Okay, now do mine."
-
886.
>Again you switch places, awkwardly shielding your erection on instinct.
-
887.
>You collect a big blob of shampoo into your palm, and begin running your hands through the purple silk in front of you.
-
888.
>A couple of seconds pass, and you hear a sigh.
-
889.
"Scoots?"
-
890.
>"C-could you... uhh..."
-
891.
>You notice her fidgeting, and she clears her throat.
-
892.
>"I was just... wondering, you know... about those corny lines of yours..."
-
893.
>Your heartbeat again makes itself known.
-
894.
>"...do you... think of those on the spot?"
-
895.
"Y-yeah, well... at least that last one, yes."
-
896.
>"So... do you have... more?"
-
897.
"More of those... lines? P-possibly..."
-
898.
>In truth, you didn't. But your greatest source of creative inspiration was right in front of you, so you weren't worried.
-
899.
>You start rinsing her hair.
-
900.
>"C-could I... hear one?"
-
901.
>Damn, she's a more blatant romantic than you took her for.
-
902.
"N-normally, but... I'm too speechless right now to come up with words that would do you justice..."
-
903.
>She spins around and gets in your face, slips, and lands right on top of you.
-
904.
>"F-f-fuck me, Anon."
-
905.
-
906.
"H-here?"
-
907.
>Your sister gets off you, sits back against the edge of the tub, and shuts off the water flow.
-
908.
>She parts her legs in front of you, sending a clear invitation. "Yes, here. Now."
-
909.
"Aren't you worried about... you know..?"
-
910.
>"I planned for that, don't worry."
-
911.
>Inhibitions removed, you move down towards her, intending to get her prepared with your tongue.
-
912.
>She stops you with her hand. "No need. That corny line did it's job, I'm ready."
-
913.
>Your confidence returned, you grab her foot and pull her down on her back below you.
-
914.
>You don't want her to slip and get hurt.
-
915.
>"D-do it. Just... be gentle."
-
916.
>You lean down into position, trying to get your aim right.
-
917.
>She's breathing quite heavily, probably in anticipation.
-
918.
>"That's the spot... right theraaaAAH~"
-
919.
"Sorry, did that hurt?"
-
920.
>"N-no. Keep pushing, slowly."
-
921.
>You obey. With every centimeter of incremental advancement, she reacts less intensely.
-
922.
>Halfway in, you decide to just slide the rest of the way, earning you a small gasp.
-
923.
"Still fine?"
-
924.
>She nods.
-
925.
>As you retreat back slightly, the suction pressures you back in.
-
926.
>This felt different from the blowjobs. The vaginal walls fit you perfectly, and the warmth was way more intense.
-
927.
>You could imagine not even lasting through the first three thrusts if you weren't careful.
-
928.
>You take a full four seconds to pull nearly all the way back, before going the same speed back in.
-
929.
>"Ahh-non. You can go faster now..."
-
930.
>Right, this was going to be a very one-sided session if you didn't spice this up.
-
931.
>You move your hand down her body until your thumb finds the clitoris, eliciting another gasp upon contact.
-
932.
>"Ahh..." She grabs the back of your head and pulls you down towards her. "G-get over here."
-
933.
>Locked in a passionate kiss, you find a balanced rhythm between your thumb and your thrusts.
-
934.
>As you speed up a bit, you hear her moan into your mouth, also feeling the vibrations of her voice.
-
935.
-
936.
>You break the kiss, both of you breathing too heavily to keep it going.
-
937.
>You're getting too close, so you pause your thrusting and increase the pace of your thumb.
-
938.
>Noticing your idle hand, you lightly rub her nipple between your two fingers.
-
939.
>"Ahh, Anon~" Her back arches up against you, and she again pulls you into a short kiss. "K-keep going."
-
940.
>Both hands working tiredlessly, you again start your thrusts.
-
941.
>Her moans begin a familiar pattern where they match her breaths. You have to time this perfectly.
-
942.
>You decide to try something she'd never expect. Something that would get you an edge.
-
943.
>You gently bite down on one of her neck muscles, taking sweeping licks between the nibbles.
-
944.
>"Aaaahhh~" Her entire body twitched on the moment of the new contact, causing you to almost finish instantly.
-
945.
>You pause for a second, before starting anew.
-
946.
>Both hands and your mouth now busy serving their targets, you resume thrusting.
-
947.
>Finding your rhythm, you are content to drag this out as long as possible.
-
948.
>Time passes by slowly, your sister's moans getting quicker and sharper.
-
949.
>"Ahh... almost... aaaahhh~"
-
950.
>You move your hand from her nipple to cover the back of her head, ready to guard it from the hard surface below.
-
951.
>The decision pays off immediately, as she loses control over her body.
-
952.
>Her hands and feet both flailing, you keep her in place and preserve your rhythm.
-
953.
>"AAAHHH~" Almost there, but not yet...
-
954.
>Her hands grab your back, squeezing you down during a particularly loud moan.
-
955.
>Now! Three quick thrusts and you finish harder than you ever have in your life.
-
956.
>You pump a couple of extra thrusts into her, while she doesn't appear to be finished orgasming.
-
957.
>You resume stimulating her clit for a couple more seconds until her thrashing dies down.
-
958.
>A minute passes with her in your arms until you finally speak.
-
959.
"Did I... do okay?"
-
960.
>"Anon, heh... I feel dizzy."
-
961.
>"That was, how did you put it..?" She retreats deeper into your hug.
-
962.
>"No words... could do that justice."
-
963.
-
964.
>"Well, do you like your birthday present?"
-
965.
"It's, uhh..."
-
966.
>It's a pair of scissors, wrapped up in a red ribbon.
-
967.
"...very thoughtful."
-
968.
>Of course, this was purely symbolic. The true present was the fact that you could hold them.
-
969.
>Your sister leans against you. "This sure took you a while, but I'm proud of you, Anon."
-
970.
"Yeah, I think it's safe to say I couldn't have done this without you."
-
971.
>You lean against her in return.
-
972.
"Thanks."
-
973.
>You both remain still, enjoying each others' presence.
-
974.
>In truth, as good as it felt to fully put your past behind you, it now seemed insignificant compared to what you had gained.
-
975.
>You hear a knock on your door, and a male voice calls out.
-
976.
>"Come to the kitchen, we need to talk."
-
977.
>You both stand up off the bed, surprised.
-
978.
>"Was that..?"
-
979.
"Yeah... dad."
-
980.
>You walk over to the kitchen, greeted by the sight of your father and his coffee mug.
-
981.
>"Sit down, both of you."
-
982.
"Dad... we haven't seen you in months..."
-
983.
>"Sorry about that. Work's been busy."
-
984.
>You bet.
-
985.
>"Anyways, as of today, you are both legal adults."
-
986.
>You and your sister look momentarily at each other in concern, your twin silent-communication doing all the speaking for you.
-
987.
>"Does he know? No fucking way does he know."
-
988.
>"I've made some arrangements. A two-bedroom apartment across town."
-
989.
>He dangles a pair of keys in front of you. "I know the owner, so I negotiated a cheap rental fee."
-
990.
>You are stunned, but Scootaloo replies before you. "For... both of us?"
-
991.
>"Yes, unless you want to live separately."
-
992.
>"NO!"
-
993.
"NO!"
-
994.
>Fuck, you both said that simultaneously.
-
995.
>Your father smirks. "Yeah, that's what I figured."
-
996.
>You really can't tell whether he knows or not.
-
997.
>"We'll take it. Right, Anon?"
-
998.
"Uhh, well, of course we will. Thanks, dad!"
-
999.
>"It's the least I can do, really..."
-
1000.
>He half-mumbled that, but you can still hear the regret in his voice.
-
1001.
>"Well, just get a job and don't fuck this up, a deal like this won't come twice."
-
1002.
-
1003.
>You turn the key and open the door.
-
1004.
>White walls, fresh smell, no furniture, this apartment was empty.
-
1005.
>But this was YOUR place now.
-
1006.
>You finish moving your stuff into the apartment, taking in the change of scenery.
-
1007.
"Do you think he knows?"
-
1008.
>"Are you for real, Anon? He's the last person that would know."
-
1009.
"Yeah, but still... it kind of sounded like he knew."
-
1010.
>Your sister punches your shoulder.
-
1011.
>"If he did, he'd have gotten us a single-bedroom apartment."
-
1012.
"Yeah, I guess. That extra room isn't going to be used much, is it?"
-
1013.
>Your sister starts fidgeting, suddenly blushing.
-
1014.
>"Yeah, well... at least for now."
-
1015.
"For... now? What does that mean?"
-
1016.
>Her blush is getting brighter, for no apparent reason.
-
1017.
>"I mean... you never know what could happen... in the future, that is."
-
1018.
>She's acting really strange, you have no idea what this is about.
-
1019.
"You mean... this could be a guest room, or something like that?"
-
1020.
>"Yeah... I guess that's one way to put it..."
-
1021.
>She was mumbling too quietly at this point, you couldn't make that out.
-
1022.
"Sorry, what was that? Are you okay?"
-
1023.
>Another punch in the shoulder, this one harder. In the exact same spot, too.
-
1024.
>"Yeah, shut up, I'm fine. Let's just finish unpacking."
-
1025.
>A couple of hours pass, and the apartment is made half-ready.
-
1026.
>Your mother had donated some kitchen tools, but you were going to have to buy most of the missing things yourselves.
-
1027.
>"So, Anon... red curtains or blue?"
-
1028.
>This was your room now. Both of your room.
-
1029.
>The window had a great view of the town and the mountains in the distance, it would look even better in the sunset.
-
1030.
"Red, I guess."
-
1031.
>You couldn't help but smile at the view, throwing your arm over your sister's shoulders.
-
1032.
>"Anon?"
-
1033.
>A sudden rush of euphoria rushed into your head. You really couldn't have asked for a better start to a new life.
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1034.
>Looking back at your abduction had always been difficult, but now you were almost thankful that it had happened.
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1035.
"Nothing, Scoots. Just... I love you."
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1036.
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1037.
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