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>Be little kid anon.
>Be walking to school with your twin sister Scootaloo.
>Sun is shining, birds chirping, all that shit. School is kinda boring, but life is good.
>The town's soccer pitch is in your path, you notice some teenagers playing.
>Oh shit, Rainbow Dash is there. Hopefully Scoots doesn't noti-
>"Oh shit, it's Rainbow Dash!"
>God damn it.
>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.
>You run up to the fence, notice your sister literally drooling in admiration after Rainbow Dash scored a goal.
>You really don't get it.
>Eventually the match ends, so you can finally leave.
"We can make it in time for the second period if we take a shortcut through the woods, Scoots. Come on."
>"Fine, whatever." Her carefree attitude has gotten you into trouble countless times, but that's what makes her fun to hang around.
>Halfway through the woods, there is no sign of civilization. No cars, no people, nothing. Just you and your sister, chatting about stupid shit.
>SNAP
>That sounded like someone stepping on a branch behind you.
>You both turn and look, which you immediately regret.
>Two big dudes, wearing fucking suits and black masks like they just came from a bank robbery.
>Both of you back away slowly, too scared to say a word.
>The guy on the left is holding tape. "Don't resist and you won't get hurt."
>Scoots takes the initiative and pulls on you, and you both start running.
>Within seconds, she trips and falls.
>She's crying hysterically at this point. One of the guys catches up and starts taping over her mouth.
>Fucking fuck, this is serious shit. Your instincts stop you in your tracks and your heart is beating like crazy.
>You want to run, but seeing your sister getting manhandled like that starts a fire in your soul.
>The guy just punches you in your gut and everything goes black.
 
>You are in what feels like the trunk of a car, hands and feet bound, bag over your head.
>You've been here for at least an hour, though it's hard to tell.
>You spent the first half of that time crying like a little bitch, but eventually the tears stopped flowing.
>The only thing you can hear is the rumbling of the car and your own hyperventilation.
>You have no idea where Scootaloo is, which is stressing you out more and more with every passing minute.
>Eventually the car starts slowing down and making frequent turns, giving you morbid relief while you get tossed around the trunk.
>The car stops completely, and you finally hear the sound of door slams.
>The trunk opens, the guy picks you up and starts walking.
>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.
>That fucking hurt, but you don't dare say anything.
>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.
>"Nobody will hear you down here except for us, and I suggest you don't annoy us with any pointless screaming."
>He shuts the door and leaves you in the cold, damp, and badly lit room.
>"N-Nonnie?"
>The mother of all reliefs washes over you.
"Scoots?"
>You can barely keep your tears back.
>There she is, sitting in a fetal position on a bed in the corner of the room.
>Eyes red from crying, hair completely messed up, and unconfident stuttering, you've never seen your rowdy tomboy sister like this.
>The weight of the situation threatens to overwhelm you as your heart rate increases and a wave of dizziness washes over you.
>The utterly frightened look on her face as she watches you stumble like an idiot gives you the realization of a lifetime.
>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.
>You have to be strong, for her.
 
>It's been hours. If it wasn't for the clock in the room, your sanity would surely be in jeopardy.
>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.
>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.
>The thumping sound of boots walking down the stairs causes both of you to flinch involuntarily.
>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.
>"This is your food for today. If I come back tomorrow and see you haven't eaten, there's going to be consequences."
>The guy, still keeping his creepy mask on, leaves as quickly as he entered.
>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.
>Two glasses, a water bottle, and a bowl of thick, disgusting-looking oatmeal.
"C-Come on, Scoots." You tried (and failed) to sound cheerful. "We better eat."
>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.
>After fifteen long minutes of this, Scoots wordlessly goes back to her corner, taking the same position as before.
>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.
>"Nonnie, are we going to die?"
>You were not prepared for this. You were not prepared for any of this.
>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.
>"Sorry. That was a stupid thing to ask."
>Her attempt at giving you a remorseful smile is surprisingly successful at calming you down.
>Content in your current position, you both simply remained in each other's grasp for the remainder of the day.
 
>Twelve long hours have passed, and you are dead tired. You fall down on the other bed across the room, yawning heavily.
"I'm going to sleep, Scoots. G'night."
>"Wait."
>She sounded apprehensive. "My bed is further from the door. Besides..."
>Awkward pause.
>"It's really cold in here."
>Another awkward pause. You sit upright on your bed, waiting for her to continue.
>"Could you... sleep over here?"
>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.
"Sure."
>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.
>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.
>"Why didn't you run away after I fell?"
"I... couldn't. I saw what they were planning and I couldn't leave you alone."
>Scootaloo turns around and starts sobbing against your back.
>I'm sorry. Y-you shouldn't be here, it should just be-"
>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.
"I'd rather worry about you here than worry about you at home."
>At that, she's again at the verge of tears. You wonder if that was the right thing to say.
"Besides, I'm the one who suggested the forest path."
>"But... I'm the one who made us late for school."
>And there it is, a chance to lighten the mood.
"No, this is mom's fault for having us in the first place!"
>She pauses for a moment, then lets out a light-hearted giggle.
"Good night, Scoots."
>Before you had a chance to turn away, you sister gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Nonnie."
>Before drifting off to sleep, you briefly considered Scoots' first question. Did you regret not running when you had the chance?
>No. No you did not.
 
>It's day seven.
>Nothing has changed. You figured you were being held for ransom, but you couldn't know for sure.
>The kidnappers were scary, but so far they hadn't done anything to either of you.
>The hunger was starting to carry over between the meager oatmeal servings.
>Otherwise you were just bored out of your mind. Scootaloo looks fine, so "being strong" seems to have worked.
>Footsteps.
>Oh great, it's oatmeal time.
>The door opens, but the masked dude isn't holding anything. He walks over, grabs your arm and pulls you up the stairs.
>Scootaloo is shocked. "Where are you taking him?"
>No answer. You have a bad feeling about this.
>You are sat down at a table in what looks like a kitchen. Both of the masked dudes are standing over you.
>"Are you left handed?"
>What the fuck kind of question is that?
"Uhh... n-no."
>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.
>They're fucking huge.
>"Sorry about this, kid. Your parents passed the deadline, so they need some encouragement."
>Nope nope nope.
>You are in full panic mode. The guy holding your hand is way too fucking strong, you can't get loose.
>He forces your pinkie out of your fist, and your view is obstructed.
>*SNIP*
>You haven't screamed like this since birth. Blood is everywhere and the pain is overwhelming. 
>You vomit on the floor inbetween some combination of screaming, heavy panting, and crying.
>The guy snaps a picture of you with his phone, puts your dismembered finger into an envelope, and leaves the room.
>The other guy wraps your hand in a towel and pulls you back down the stairs and into the basement.
>He throws a bunch of gauze, bandages, and more towels in there. "Keep pressure on it if you want to live."
>You see your sister back in her fetal position on the bed, crying almost as hard as you.
>You realize she must have heard your screaming. You were too loud. Too weak.
>You failed her.
 
>The worst day of your life is finally coming to a close.
>The combination of hunger, pain and blood loss had left you stuck in bed and exhausted, not in a good way.
>You're afraid you might never wake up if you pass out.
>After seeing your sorry state, Scootaloo took it upon herself to nurse your injury without complaint.
>The disfigurement didn't seem to bother her at all, and you distinctly remember her hating the sight of blood in the past.
>She had started singing mom's lullaby throughout the day's ordeal, probably to calm herself down. 
>It's working on you as well. She has a surprisingly elegant singing voice.
>She finishes wrapping up the last fresh pair of bandages before laying down beside you.
>"Why did they do this?"
"They just said mom and dad were late with the payment."
>Scootaloo looked dejected at that. Of course she did. Either your parents couldn't pay, or they wouldn't.
>You didn't know which option was worse. Either way, your survival chances don't seem good.
>As much as you wished otherwise, you were going to fall asleep soon enough whether you liked it or not.
>You figure dying in the arms of your sister would be a good enough way to end this life.
>Leaving her alone here would be your only regret.
"Scoots?"
>Damn, your voice sounded weak.
>You clear your throat. By god, you are not going to die without saying your piece.
"If I die tonight, I'm sorry."
>"Shut up."
>You wish. You have to keep going, even if it means talking through all these damn tears.
"I l-love you, Scoots. I wouldn't trade this week for anything even if it means-"
>She cuts you off with a kiss.
>She pulls her head back up. "I said shut up."
>"...did you like it?"
>You nod.
>"Good. That's how the grownups do it."
>She was blushing noticeably.
>"And we'll do it again when you wake up tomorrow, promise. So just shut up."
>You don't know if it will make a difference, but suddenly you aren't content with dying anymore.
>With her promise in mind, you drift off to sleep.
 
>You wake up in an unfamiliar environment.
>Everything is way too bright, can't see a fucking thing.
>You're laying on something really soft, like what you imagine a cloud would feel like.
>Oh fuck, wait a moment. Is this the afterlife?
>You notice a blurry figure hovering over you.
"Am I dead"?
>A woman-like voice laughs.
>"Nope, just admitted."
>You hear curtains fall and you see everything. It's a hospital room, and that's a nurse.
>relievedsigh.jpg
>You notice purple and orange on the floor to your left.
>"She refused to leave the room. Your doctor thought it was cute, so we added a mattress for her."
>Your doctor clearly knows his shit.
>Your thoughts are interrupted as the door opens.
>You head is momentarily filled with thoughts of oatmeal and facemasks, but it's a doctor that walks in.
>That's a massive relief, for some reason. Why expect anything else in a hospital?
>"Hello Anon, welcome to [Home Town]'s local hospital!"
>Apparently this goofy-sounding guy is your doctor.
>You notice Scootaloo is awake now, smiling at you like an idiot.
>Apparently the guy who delivered your severed finger fucked up and got followed back.
>Cops rushed the place, you were nearly dead.
>You were rushed here and kept under for over 24 hours because surgery.
"Wait, surgery?"
>"Your finger, obviously!" The doctor pulls up a pair of scissors. "Which reminds me, it's time to remove your cast!"
>You freeze in place as you watch the doctor cut at the material covering your hand.
>Fucking scissors.
>Profuse sweating commences. Heart rate monitor starts beeping.
>Heavy breathing. Dizzy as fuck.
>You think you hear a loud SNIP, which is followed by a sharp pain in your finger and you start screaming.
>Suddenly Scootaloo is hugging you and your mother rushes into the room to join the sobbing mess.
>What has this life become?
 
>Be teenaged anon.
>Be walking home from school with your twin sister Scootaloo.
>Sun is shining, birds are chirping, footsteps are behind you.
>You look behind you. Nobody's there.
>"Anon, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
>She didn't look convinced.
"Okay, yeah... I heard them again. But I'm fine, really."
>"Alright," She put on a playful smile before slapping the back of your head and running ahead. "Race ya home!"
"Damn it, no fair!"
>You almost caught up. Almost.
>The heat outside was sweltering, and your backpack had only gotten heavier since entering high school.
>Not only did you lose the race, but now you were a sweaty mess.
>The front door opened before either of you touched it.
>It's mom.
>"Hey kids, I'm off to work. There are some leftovers in the fridge."
>Right, her evening shift was today.
>She'd taken on part time work after the incident to help pay for therapist visits and lawyer fees.
>That was years ago, but she never stopped working. She probably felt guilty about not having enough cash when it was most needed.
>Doubly so for your father. He'd since turned into a hardcore workaholic, you hardly ever saw him anymore.
>"Anon, I'm taking a shower!"
>Great, that meant you had to wait.
>You took a look into the fridge, curious about the leftovers.
>There's lasagna, orange juice, and... oatmeal.
>Nope, Scoots can have it.
>You close the fridge and start wondering if there's anything on TV.
>Nope. You still watch ten minutes of nothing at all, until you hear the bathroom door open.
>Your heart skips a beat at the sight before you.
>It's Scootaloo. Soaking wet, wearing nothing but a small-ish towel wrapped tightly around her torso.
>You can't stop looking.
>Those wet locks falling over her eyes.
>The outlines of her protruding chest.
>And those legs, you can almost see up to the-
>"Anon?"
"Wuh-what?"
>She gave you a smirk. "You look like you just saw a pair of scissors."
>It took you a moment to process that comment.
"Hey, that's not funny."
 
>It's getting late. Shower's done, teeth brushed, and homework's finished.
>You're about ready to go to bed.
>You hear a knock on your door.
>"Hey Anon, sorry about earlier today. I shouldn't joke around about your phobia like that."
>She actually looks remorseful.
>No way could you ever hold a grudge against her for a simple joke.
"It's fine, Scoots. I'm going to sleep... are you coming?"
>"Yeah, just gonna brush my teeth."
>The two of you had never stopped sleeping in the same bed.
>It was simply the new norm after those seven days, neither of you saw a reason to stop.
>In fact, she had told you that it helped keep her nightmares in check.
>But that was years ago. The therapy had probably done more for her than it had for you.
>Scootaloo walks back into your room, wearing her orange underwear.
>You had also always slept in your boxers, so there's nothing strange going on here. Nothing strange at all.
>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.
>She slips under the covers beside you.
>"So..." She's facing you, closer than normal. You can see her bra from this position.
>"What's up with you lately?"
"Uhh, what?"
>She raises an eyebrow. "You just seem... distracted."
>You tense up. This could be bad, very bad.
>Your instincts are screaming at you to clear up this misunderstanding somehow.
"I, uhh... I just..."
>Her face softens and she interrupts your pathetic stuttering. "Hey, if something's bothering you, I want to know."
>She actually grabbed your hand as she said that.
>You're unsure whether her carefree attitude towards physical contact was a blessing or a curse.
>She yawns and turns away. "Tell me about it tomorrow, I'm going to sleep."
>Crisis averted.
>Your stress levels eventually fall back down, and soon enough, the warm embrace of sleep covers you.
 
>You wake up to something hitting your back. You hear panting.
>It's Scootaloo. She's thrashing around.
>You hear a whimper and you decide you can no longer just watch her suffering.
>You reach for the lamp to turn on the light, and grab her shoulder.
"Scoots, wake up."
>It takes a couple of shakes, but her eyes finally open.
>She immediately sits up into a familiar fetal position and starts sobbing into her knees.
>This hasn't happened in a while, but you still know what to do.
>You pull her into a side-hug, offering a shoulder to cry on.
>She accepts.
"What happened?"
>You hear your sister take a deep breath.
>"It was... when they... your finger."
>You get the idea.
>"I was just... sitting on that bed, like a useless... while the screams..."
>You feel a pang of guilt.
>The pain those hedge trimmers caused you on that day was still a very vivid memory.
>You wouldn't expect any kid to hold back his screams in that situation, but the feeling that you had failed her still persisted.
>You have to lighten the mood.
>You hold your left hand up in front of you, the scar still clearly visible.
"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."
>And the room goes silent.
>Fuck, that should've worked for su-
>"PPRRRFFFT"
>To your immense relief, she falls into your arms and starts laughing.
>"That was a freaking horrible joke, Anon."
"No way, my comedy is top notch."
>You share a moment of eye contact before you both yawn.
>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.
>"Love you, Nonnie. G'night again."
>Those words hit you right in your heart.
>She backs up against you, clearly wanting cuddles.
>These moments are your life blood.
>A similar moment had stirred your will to live years ago, in that basement.
>For better or for worse, nothing had changed.
 
>It's another beautiful day on your way to school.
>Made all the better by the shiny smile on your sister's face beside you.
>"Sooooo..."
>That grin is a little too wide.
>"Are you going to tell me what was bothering you yesterday?"
>Fuck. You knew forgot something.
"It's... nothing, really. At least nothing new."
>"You're blushing!"
>Fuck. That mental image of her stepping out of the shower was still very fresh.
"Am not!"
>She wraps her arm around you and closes in.
>"Come on, Nonnie, you can't fool me."
>This is getting dangerous. You know she means well, but she can't know. Not ever.
>Her face suddenly gets serious. "Look... I had an issue last night, and you helped me out."
>"So, now you have an issue, and I want to help out. That's only fair, right?"
>Damn it, why does your sister have to be such a saint?
>Now you'd just feel bad if you lied to her. Which she would no doubt pick up on, prompting further questions.
>This situation must be defused. A reassuring smile and a half-truth should do the trick.
"It's just... something I have to deal with by myself. I don't want to drag you down with me, after all."
>"Oh..." She looks deflated. "If you say so..."
>Suddenly she slaps the back of your head.
>"Race ya to school!"
>Phew. You were really worried for a moment there.
>You start running, but you can't keep up. Was she always this fast?
>You arrive at the school's entrance, and she's nowhere to be seen.
>Maybe she just didn't want to be late.
>The entire school day passes without you seeing her once.
>You were supposed to share a math class today, but she didn't show up.
>It does make sense, who actually wants to learn probability theory?
>The Sun is shining on the way home just as bright as ever... but somehow it's not the same.
>You arrive back home. She's probably there already.
>Someone with a familiar set of hair colors is standing outside your front door.
>"Dude, it's about time."
"Uhh... can I hel-"
>"We need to talk."
 
"She did WHAT?"
>"Yeah. And she looked like she'd just finished running a marathon."
"And... what did you tell her?"
>Rainbow Dash cocked her eyebrow. "Dude are you kidding?"
>"After years, she comes out of nowhere like she just became homeless. Of course I said she could stay."
"Hold up. Years? What does that mean?"
>"Exactly what it sounds like. We hadn't spoken in a long while."
"No way. She used to hang around you all the time."
>"Yeah, and that stopped one day. Take a wild guess when."
>Oh, fuck. You can see where she's going with this, you just hope she's wrong. She HAS to be.
"But... still. She has friends. I know she does."
>Rainbow Dash stops in her tracks. "What, you mean Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle?"
>"You know, for how much she hangs around you, you sure seem oblivious about her social life."
>She pulls a pencil and a piece of paper out of her backpack.
>"Tell you what." She rips a piece of it, scribbles something on it, and hands you what looks like a series of numbers.
>"Here's Apple Bloom's phone number. Ask her yourself."
>She looks completely serious. There's no doubt anymore.
>In hindsight, you did walk to and from school together, every day.
>And you don't remember the last time you saw her hang around with a friend.
>You remember how she had refused to leave your hospital bed, you thought she was just worried about your health.
>Was she STILL refusing to leave your side, after all this time?
"I... fuck. I can't believe I didn't notice..."
>"Yeah, neither can I."
>Harsh, Dash.
>"Well, we're here, that's my apartment. I don't know exactly what you did, but you need to undo it."
"I... I can't..."
>Dash grabs your shirt by your throat.
>"NOT AN OPTION. Take some fucking responsibility for you own-"
>She abruptly lets go, turns away, and sighs.
>"Sorry, that wasn't fair."
>You just fall on your knees like a wimp.
>Dash was lying. That was perfectly fair.
>Fuck the consequences. You know exactly how to fix this.
"I'll do it."
 
>Dash leads you to a door.
>"She's in here."
>You try to literally swallow your stress. It doesn't work.
>Dash notices. "Good luck."
>You open the door, and it closes behind you.
>There she is. Sitting on a bed.
>In a fetal position, face hidden behind her knees.
>You sit down beside her, avoiding direct contact.
>She's not even acknowledging your presence.
"Scoots? I'm sorry. This is my fault."
>No response. You can't tell if she's mad or not.
"I'll tell you everything."
>"Shut up. You don't have to tell me anything."
"Come on, Scoots. I don't want to lose you."
>She looks up. Her face is red from crying. "But... I thought..."
"Thought what?"
>Her face slumps back down.
>"Mom keeps pretending nothing ever happened, and I haven't seen dad since Christmas..."
>"I t-thought... " She looks back up, tears flowing.
>"I thought... when you started acting weird, that... now you're leaving, too."
>She falls against your shoulder and starts sobbing.
>Damn, this was getting more complicated than you expected.
"I'll never leave you, Scoots... that is... unless you want me to."
>She looks up, surprised. "Unless... what?"
"Because... I think I might love you a little too much."
>The realization took a couple of moments to show on her face, in the form of a heavy blush.
>"Wait... so that... did you... was... was that it?"
>You nod, trying to avoid eye contact.
>She's fidgeting. "So... do you think I'm... pretty?"
>Looking at the gorgeous eyes and the cute blush on that perfect face, there was only one answer to this question.
"Y-y-yes."
>Scootaloo giggles at your smooth delivery and falls back into your shoulder.
"Are you really okay with this?"
>"I trust you, Anon."
>Well, you weren't exactly expecting an enthusiastic response.
>If nothing else, a huge burden has been lifted off your shoulders.
>You fished a piece of paper out of your pocket.
>You still had one thing left undone.
"It's Apple Bloom's number, Scoots. You should give her a call."
 
>A week has passed.
>Turns out she had even worse paranoia issues than you did.
>It only manifested when she wasn't in your presence, so you never knew.
>It had taken some brotherly prodding, but eventually she had contacted her old friends.
>They were hanging out every day now.
>You hear the front door open.
>"Hey Anon, back from the sleepover!"
"Hey, Scoots. How was the walk home?"
>"It was, uhh... better. "
>You can tell she's out of breath. Still, she's clearly making progress.
>She tried a long solo walk a week ago, she had lasted fifteen minutes before begging you for help over the phone.
>She seems genuinely happier now that she's reconnected with her friends, you're just glad you were part of that.
>"Have any homework today?"
"Yes, actually. I was just about to-"
>She slaps your back and pushes you into your room.
>"Screw that, I have a better idea. Wait here, I'll be right back."
>Okay, this is odd. You can hear some whirring in the living room.
>Is that the printer?
>Your sister returns, holding a piece of paper, before laying it on your bed.
>Scissors. She printed out an image of fucking scissors.
"Scoots, what the f-"
>"I know what you're thinking, just hear me out."
>"An image is less scary than the real thing, right?"
>You nod.
>"Right. I'm going to cure you of your phobia, and facing this image will be your first step."
"Uhh... I already tried this with my therapist, Scoots. That's why I stopped going."
>You look over at the image.
>Immediately you feel your breaths quicken, and a certain finger starts twitching.
>Your sister reaches for your left hand and holds it in front of her.
>"Yeah, but... I have something your therapist didn't."
>She puts your finger in her mouth and starts sucking on it, all the while maintaining seductive eye contact.
>You're frozen in place and your heart is racing.
>Despite the partial numbness, you can feel her tongue dancing around your reattached finger.
>She lets go.
>"Call it... positive reinforcement."
 
"W-wait, Scoots. I t-thought you didn't like me like th-"
>She puts her arms around your neck and closes the gap between you.
>You can feel her breathing on your face.
>"I never said that, Nonnie."
>You are thoroughly confused.
"O-okay, then... do you?"
>"Let's talk about that later. For now..."
>She picks up the image.
>"Hold this."
>No way. Just looking at it is bad enough.
>Seeing your apprehension, your sister reaches down, loosens your belt buckle, and whispers into your ear.
>"Be strong for me, brother. I promise you won't regret it."
>Your shaking hand grabs hold of the image.
>In one sweeping motion, your sister pushes you onto the bed, pulls down your pants, and kneels.
>Unlike its hyperventilating owner, your little soldier is standing proud, ready for anything.
>You gasp as she licks up the entire length of your shaft, all the way to the tip.
>This feels amazing, but you can still feel the panic emanating from the image.
>Your sister then takes you into her mouth.
>That feeling of her tongue caressing your head is almost too much.
>A couple of seconds of this pass, and your penis twitches in her mouth.
>You involuntarily crumple the paper in your hand, and the panic returns.
>Picking up on your emotions, Scootaloo decides to pick up the pace.
>She is sucking vigorously now, you can see her head bobbing.
>The warmth and the suction is an indescribable combo. No way will you last much longer.
>To your dismay, your sister pulls up and looks straight into your eyes.
>Then she dives right back down, pushing your member as far into her throat as she can manage.
>You groan in pleasure and the floodgates open.
>You fall on your back and spend a couple of second panting, before running to the bathroom.
>You vomit into the toilet, and your sister arrives to pat you on your back.
>"Well, you managed to hold that image for almost twenty seconds."
>You're still reeling over how intense that was.
>"Baby steps, Anon. Baby steps."
 
>It's day four of your sister's daily "therapy" sessions.
>"You lasted 37 seconds, and no vomiting this time?"
>Not only is she recording your progress into a notebook, she actually bought a stopwatch.
>She moves closer and looks straight at you with that sultry expression on her face.
>"I guess I'll take it slower tomorrow."
>F-fuck. How does she manage to be so casual about this?
>These sessions were leaving you a nervous mess, which is why you had moved them to just before bedtime.
>Still, there was no denying the... perks.
>You yawn and fall back on the bed, exhausted.
"Y-yeah... I'm going to sleep, Scoots."
>She hops onto the bed beside you, still full of energy.
>"Come on, Anon, you're not being awkward about this, are you?"
>Damn it, now she's just fucking with you.
"Awkward? Me?"
>Fuck it, if she's going to be exploiting your weaknesses, you might as well exploit hers.
>You sit back up and look at her, a spark of mischief in your eyes.
>As quickly as you can, you move to straddle over your sister and unleash a storm of tickles.
"I'll show you... AWKWARD."
>She shrieks. "AAHAHA, Anon... not this... no!"
"NO MERCY."
>"HAHAHA... damn it... stop!"
>She's trying to guard her sides with her arms, presenting other openings.
>The more you shift your attack patterns, the more she starts thrashing around.
>Suddenly she grabs your hand and you lose balance, falling right on top of her.
>You both go dead silent.
>You're looking straight into each other's eyes, tips of your noses briefly touching.
>Your chests are in full contact, you can clearly feel her heartbeat.
>You've never seen her eyes from this close, they're more captivating than you thought.
>You catch yourself and roll over.
"S-sorry."
>"It's... fine."
>A couple of awkward seconds pass.
>"Hey, Anon..?"
"Yeah?"
>Let's go outside tomorrow and do something fun... just the two of us."
"S-sure."
>With no more words spoken, the butterflies in your stomach eventually calm down and you fall asleep.
 
>"So, strawberry or chocolate?"
"Strawberry, I guess."
>"Good choice." Your sister moves to address the ice cream vendor.
>"Two mediums, strawberry flavored."
>It was really hot out today, made worse by the black pavement outside the mall entrance.
"You know you don't need to pay for mine, right? I have enough money."
>"I said it's my treat today, just shut up and take it."
>Stubborn as ever, you don't dare protest further.
>"Besides," She gives your ribs a playful jab with her elbow.
>"After all the vomiting you've been doing lately, I owe you this much."
"Well, I appreciate the hour's worth of pocket money you just saved me."
>You said that as a joke, but you really did appreciate the gesture.
>"Heh, what are sisters for, right?"
>She grabs and pulls you away from the entrance.
>"Nope, not that way."
>She leads you around the building until you hear familiar music.
>It was the nomadic amusement park that occasionally stopped in town.
"Wait, they're in town today?"
>Your sister nods. "Yeah, and I already bought a day pass for both of us."
>"And we're doing everything."
>A couple of adrenaline-filled hours pass.
>You're not sure what you like better, between the rides themselves and the laughing smiles on your sister's face.
"So that's one thing left before closing, right?"
>It's the ferris wheel.
>"Yep, let's go."
>You hear the creaking of machinery and the wheel starts moving.
>Halfway up, you rest your hand on the seat beside you, only to find it land on her already resting hand.
>You flinch, but seeing no protest from her, you decide not to pull away.
>"Hey, Anon..?"
>The scene of the orange sunlight behind your sister was really heart-stopping, you could barely say a word.
>"You don't mind me helping out like this, right?"
>You know exactly what she's referring to.
"I trust you, Scoots."
>She laughs.
>"Yeah, us nutcases have to stick together, right?"
>You feel her fall against your shoulder.
>"I wouldn't mind us... you know... sticking together."
 
>The walk home is making you more self-conscious than you're comfortable with.
>As much as you're feeling elated, getting seen holding hands with your sister in public might start some rumors.
>Thankfully there are few people out this late.
"Scoots, are you sure you don't want to, you know... get a normal relationship?"
>You're not trying to sabotage your chances, it just wouldn't feel right to not ask.
>"I did think about that, actually. I just..."
>A blush is appearing on her cheeks.
>"I feel safe around you."
>Your chest stings. If this is what you feared it was, you had to know.
"Sis... I really don't want to exploit your paranoia for my own-"
>"No! That's not... I didn't mean..."
>She moves closer and hugs your arm.
>"That's what I always thought it was, too."
>"My paranoia would always get stronger the further I was from you, but after you started pushing me to deal with that..."
>You can tell she's having a hard time talking about this.
>"my paranoia got weaker... but my, uhh..."
>She's fidgeting.
>"my DESIRE to be around you didn't."
>Now it's your turn to blush.
>There really wasn't anything you could say to that, all you could do was try to avoid crying like a bitch.
>"You've really got to stop being such a bitch, by the way."
"Huh? A bitch?"
>Did she just read your fucking thoughts?
>"You're always second guessing yourself, dude, come on."
"I don't ALWAYS do that... do I?"
>"You JUST assumed that my paranoia was forcing my decision."
>Fuck, she has a point.
>"Hey, I'm not gonna judge you for having issues, but this is a no-brainer for me."
"Come on, Scoots, you don't have to overstate this..."
>"No, shut up," she interrupts. "Who else is going to wake me up at night and understand my nightmares?"
"I... you... I mean..."
>Scootaloo giggles.
>"This can wait, Anon," she says, letting go of your arm. "You've got another issue to deal with first."
>She slaps the back of your head, runs forward, and flashes you a suggestive smirk.
>"Race ya home!"
 
>"Ninety four seconds! That's like... thrice as long as yesterday!"
>You're too busy basking in the afterglow of a long session of incestuous oral sex to reply.
>"Did you snort some cocaine while I wasn't looking? How do you feel?"
"I feel... fine."
>You notice you never let go of the image.
>You don't know if it's the blowjobs or just the repetitive exposure, but this image seems to have lost its power.
"Great, actually."
>Passing this milestone was giving you a surge of confidence. Considering your previous talk, you decide to use it.
>You gesture her to sit beside you.
"Sit down."
>She pauses for a moment, but complies.
>Fuck your nerves, you're doing this.
>"Is there something you-"
"I want to return the favor."
>Your sister recoils, clearly not expecting this.
>"You... you want to... to return..."
>Face red and avoiding eye contact, she clearly has no idea how to respond. Perfect.
>Suppressing your own embarrassment, you grab her far shoulder and pull her closer.
"Well? Going once... going twice..."
>"Wait! If... if you insist... I mean... WAH-"
>Not waiting for your sister to finish her sentence, you pick her up and lay her down on the bed.
>Your own heart starting to race, you pull down her panties and throw them on the floor.
>Her slit looks adorable, and that little purple bush on top seems like a fitting ornament.
>You pull her legs apart, position yourself properly, and breathe right on your target.
>You look up at your sister's face. Her heavy breathing is telling you she's ready.
>Diving right in, you take a slow and forceful lick, vertically from the bottom end to the top.
>"Ahhh~"
>Right, more of the same, you get the message.
>You repeat the motion a couple of times, but faster and in quick succession.
>She's panting now.
>You decide to lightly part her folds with your fingers before diving your tongue in, hearing an immediate gasp.
>You probe around, welcoming the surprisingly alluring taste of her insides.
 
>You look up at her and your eyes are greeted by a very lewd, and a very unsatisfied expression.
>She hasn't said a word since you started.
>The contrast in her confidence now and just two minutes ago was really turning you on for some reason.
>Not wanting to let her down, you increase your pace, trying to hit every crevasse within reach.
>"A-anon... aaahhhn~"
>She's started squirming around now, her legs can't seem to stay still.
>You wrap your arms around them to lock them in place, not letting your tongue rest for a moment.
>You hit something hard and hear a sharp moan.
>You've seen enough porn to know what that's for.
>Finding your new focus, you flick the protrusion with the tip of your tongue, and the reaction is immediate.
>"Ahh... don't stop... right there..."
>You try applying circular licks, rapid strokes, and just plain pressure.
>It all seems to work, her moans are getting rhythmic now.
>She sounds like she's getting close, but you don't want this to end yet.
>You pull back your tongue and feel her hand grasp the back of your head.
>You wait until her moans turn back into breaths.
>"A-anon?"
>Taking that as your cue, you again go to town on her nub.
>With your increased vigor, her moans immediately regain their former tempo.
>She's getting close again.
>One more time, you figure. Why the hell not?
>Again you pull back your tongue, waiting for her moans to calm.
>"F-fuck... damn it, Nonnie..."
>You start again. And this time, you're not stopping for anything.
>Her thrashing starts getting hard to hold down.
>"Aaaaaaahhhhh... Anon~"
>This feels like her final thrashing, but you keep going, just in case.
>Her moans subside and you slow down.
>You can feel her hips twitching as you lick her folds clean.
>A minute of her heavy breathing passes and you lay down next to her.
>She rolls over and gives you a deep kiss, still short of breath.
>"I love you, Anon."
"Love you too, Scoots."
>She falls asleep within minutes, and you follow soon after.
 
>You've been awake for about twenty minutes.
>You're hungry and the Sun is in your face, but you can't get out of bed.
>In fact, you can't even move, because your sister is clinging to you.
>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.
>Rather, it's what's resting on the pillow next to you that you can't get enough of.
>She could give you all the blowjobs you could ever want.
>She could perform any sexual favor you could ever ask for.
>She could satisfy all your hormonal urges in any fashion from now until your deathbed.
>But you would turn it all down in a heartbeat, just for this sight.
>The content smile on that resting face beside you was beyond any vain and short-lived satisfaction.
>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.
>Reflecting on yesterday's events, your twin had shown you a side of her you hadn't known existed.
>Her brazen personality had broken down completely the moment her own seductive techniques were used against her.
>The contrast was worrying, more than anything else.
>Whether this was a simple case of physical insecurity or something deeper, this could be an issue worth dealing with later.
>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.
>You know you'd do anything for her.
>A worrying thought occurs to you as some strands of hair fall into your sister's face.
>Does she know that?
>You use your free hand to clear the hair out of her eyes, and whisper gently,
"I'd do anything for you."
>"Could you make me some breakfast, then?"
>Your face falls and your sister's eyes open.
>She's holding back laughs.
"How... how long have you been awake?"
>She squeezes your arm a little tighter.
>"About thirty minutes."
 
>You actually ended up making breakfast for her.
>Just some eggs and bacon, nothing classy.
>"Anon, could you pass me the salt?"
>It's right next to her.
>You pause with suspicion, but still reach over the table and pass it over.
>"Thanks, Anon!"
>"OH LOOK, my glass is empty! Could you pass me the water?"
>Well... this time the jug is actually closer to you, so you pass it over.
>"Thanks, Anon!"
>You sigh. What monster have you created?
>"Heeeeyyy... Anon?"
>That smile is WAY over-exaggerated. She's clearly enjoying this, and looking at her phone for whatever reason.
"...what?"
>"Could you get me a tailfeather from a male Indian peafowl?"
"Did you just fucking look that up?"
>She shows you the image, with that goofy grin on her face.
>"I like the colors!"
>Okay, you've had enough of this. You push back your chair and stand up.
"I'm taking a walk. We're missing toilet paper, so I'm going to-"
>"You know the zoo is closed on Sundays, right?"
>God damn it, you have to get out of here.
>It's a fifteen minute walk back and forth, and you've got the toilet paper.
>You arrive back home, hoping she's had enough fun at your expense.
"I'm back!"
>No answer.
"Scoots?"
>"In here, Anon!"
>That came from your room.
>You open the door to your room, and are even more surprised than you thought you would be.
>It's Scootaloo, hair tied back, sitting with crossed legs in your office chair, holding a pencil and her notebook.
>She's wearing dad's reading glasses and your buttoned shirt.
>You're pretty sure those are your pants, too.
>"Take a seat, Anon."
"Scoots... are you serious?"
>She makes a show of adjusting her glasses. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
>Well, you might as well play along. She did look pretty good in that professional getup.
>You sit down on the bed, and she motions you to lay down.
>"Now, tell doctor Scootaloo what's on your mind."
 
"Are you thinking of something specific?"
>"Sure, let's start with yesterday's, uhh... session."
>Ahh, okay. You're pretty sure you know what's going on here.
>She clearly wants to talk about your unexpected reciprocation yesterday, just without the embarrassment of actually asking.
>Nope, you're not letting her get away with that.
"What exactly are you referring to, doc?"
>She blushes instantly.
>"What do you mean, 'what am I referring to'?"
"I mean; what are you referring to?"
>Time to put on your innocent face.
"I'm not omniscient, Scoots. You're going to have to spell this out for me, preferably in great detail."
>"I... I mean that... your..."
>She's literally squirming in discomfort. This is perfect revenge.
>She drops the notebook and the act with a sigh, clearly capitulating.
>"Can you just tell me what got into you yesterday?"
"You did."
>She actually drops the pencil on the floor.
>You can't help giggling, the look on her face when you said that was priceless.
>"Can... can you just-"
"Look, Scoots, there's nothing strange going on here. I just wanted to try it out."
>She looks a bit surprised.
>"You've... changed, you know that?"
"Have I? Well, you did tell me to stop being a bitch."
>You notice the top button on her shirt is loose.
"By the way, do you have issues with... those?"
>She notices exactly what you're looking at and shies away.
>"What?" She starts laughing nervously. "Don't be stupid!"
"Wow, you do."
>"I do not! What gave you that idea?"
"Well, you've kept them covered around me this entire time, even though you have no problems giving me-"
>"F-Fine!" She starts unbuttoning her shirt, blushing harder than ever. "I'll... p-prove it!"
>She throws the shirt onto the floor, leaving only her orange bra.
>She reaches behind her back and you start noticing your heartbeat.
>Is she actually doing this?
>She throws the bra on the floor, struggling to put on a thin veil of pride.
>"O-okay, Anon... t-touch them."
 
"I think you've made your point, Scoots."
>"What, you t-think I'm embarrassed?"
>You'd say it's blatantly obvious, but you hold your tongue.
>She messes her hair back up, takes off the glasses, and sits down next to you.
>"I don't need your pity! D-do it!"
>You sit up to meet her, still apprehensive.
"O-okay! I'll... do it."
>You slowly move your hand towards your target.
>Your sister suddenly grabs your wrist and thrusts your palm right on her breast.
>"S-s-see?"
>You gulp as you register the contact.
>This felt really different from everything else you've done with her.
>For some reason, this felt much more intimate. Like a different kind of boundary had just been crossed.
>Your heart goes up a gear as you notice her nipple harden against your palm.
>Something of your own is hardening, as well.
>"Well?"
>Her tough act is gone, but her blush isn't.
"W-what?"
>She looks at her feet. "You don't think they're too... small?"
>If there was a ever a time to choose your words carefully, this was it.
"I think they're... just right."
>You weren't exactly lying. They weren't noticeably large, but your hand fit perfectly.
>She still looks unsure. "Really?"
"I t-think so... but... I could be biased..."
>She's taken aback.
>"B-biased?"
>Fuck, bad choice of words.
"I just... you know, growing up with you... you kinda became, well... my, uhh... s-standard of b-beauty, so..."
>She looks at you stunned for a moment, before smiling softly.
>"D-damn it, Anon... saying corny shit like this..."
>She leans over to kiss you, keeping your hand on her breast.
>She leans further on you until you lay down on your back.
>Standing up off the bed, she reaches for a bag on the floor and pulls something out.
>"Enough of me, this is *your* session."
>Your heart stops as you notice what she's holding.
>Fucking scissors.
>"I think you're ready for the real thing."
>She moves to straddle over you, suddenly looking a lot more confident.
>"I think I'm ready for the real thing, too."
 
>You've never been this stressed in your life, or at least not since the kidnapping.
>You feel a tug on your pants, before they're pulled down completely.
>"You're not gonna need that shirt either, Anon."
>As if on autopilot, you remove your last article of clothing as your sister does the same.
"Scoots... I'm n-not s-sure I can-"
>She shushes you with her finger and lays the scissors down on the far side of the bed.
>"They're just going to sit there, Anon." Your twin again straddles over you.
>"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."
>She shuts up your heavy breathing with a forceful kiss, using her tongue to coax yours into reciprocation.
>Under any other circumstances, focusing on her would have been the easiest thing in the world.
>But with that pair of scissors so close by, focusing on anything was a tall order.
>Telling her to stop was the last thing you wanted to do. You'd never been this aroused in your life.
>But you just couldn't ignore the aura from the scissors. The pressure coming from the cutting utensil was overwhelming.
>The image was nothing in comparison. Cold sweat was appearing all over your body and panic was rising quickly.
"Sc... Scoo..."
>Fuck, your relentless gasps for air are preventing speech.
>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.
>You have to get away. Your sister seems to notice something is wrong, as she lifts herself off of you.
>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.
>All feeling in your left pinkie is gone. You can see the finger on your hand, but for some reason that wasn't reassuring.
>"Anon?"
>She was quick to sit against the wall next to you, leaning on you as a show of support.
"I... sorry... can't..."
 
>Morning turns into noon and you've not spoken a word with your sister since the failed therapy session.
>Not knowing what else to do, you had just turned on the TV and watched whatever garbage was on.
>You feel utterly pathetic. A complete failure, cockblocked by a phobia.
>Your saint of a sister was doing you favors one after the other, and you couldn't even accept them.
>You feel the couch inclination change, but you don't avert your eyes at the source.
>"Anon, I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
>Awkward pause.
>"No, I really am."
This isn't going to work. We should stop."
>She looks surprised.
>"No."
"Scoots, come on..."
>"I'm not giving up on this."
"You should."
>"Anon, stop."
"I'm sorry, but this just isn't going to-"
>She stands up in front of you and grabs your jaw, forcing eye contact.
>"Shut up. I said I'm not giving up, and I mean it."
>You're starting to get irritated.
"W-why?"
>"B-because..." She lets go and looks away, her tough act cracking. "Because you're my... b-boyfriend."
>You're about to say something, but she shushes you before sitting back down.
>That was probably for the best, since you had no idea how to respond to that.
>"Just sit there, shut up, and nod along as I speak, okay?"
"F-fine."
>"First of all, I love you."
>Hitting you where it hurts right from the beginning. You nod lightly, trying to show no other reaction.
>"Secondly... that was a bad call on my part." She falls against your shoulder.
>"I shouldn't have dropped all of that on you... for our... first time."
>That was unexpected. You had been looking at this like any other "therapy" session, but in hindsight...
"Wait... you were going to... you were planning..?"
>Her face lights up like a bulb as she scoots up closer.
>"I... thought that was obvious... but yes."
"S-sorry! I, uhh... was not thinking clearly-"
>She gives your ribs a jab. "It's fine, just shut up. I'm not done."
>She looks up at you. "We both need a shower."
>Your heart stops at her grin. "You coming?"
 
>Your bathroom had one of those bathtubs with an attached shower-head, so space was not an issue.
>Furthermore, you had somewhat grown accustomed to your sister's body.
>At least enough for you to not get erect immediately after her undressing in front of you.
>That only lasted until the moment she got under that stream of water.
>Facing away from you, she got on her knees in the tub, looking up into the stream with eyes closed.
>Her wet hair falling straight down, you could only sit back and admire the sight of the water flowing down her body.
>She grabs a bottle of shampoo. "Get over here, I'll do your hair."
>You comply, switching places with her.
>Her standing behind you, running her fingers through your hair was doing nothing to stem your arousal.
>There's no way she hadn't noticed your erection, but she was keeping quiet about it so far.
>You're fine with that. This is pretty nice.
>"Okay, now do mine."
>Again you switch places, awkwardly shielding your erection on instinct.
>You collect a big blob of shampoo into your palm, and begin running your hands through the purple silk in front of you.
>A couple of seconds pass, and you hear a sigh.
"Scoots?"
>"C-could you... uhh..."
>You notice her fidgeting, and she clears her throat.
>"I was just... wondering, you know... about those corny lines of yours..."
>Your heartbeat again makes itself known.
>"...do you... think of those on the spot?"
"Y-yeah, well... at least that last one, yes."
>"So... do you have... more?"
"More of those... lines? P-possibly..."
>In truth, you didn't. But your greatest source of creative inspiration was right in front of you, so you weren't worried.
>You start rinsing her hair.
>"C-could I... hear one?"
>Damn, she's a more blatant romantic than you took her for.
"N-normally, but... I'm too speechless right now to come up with words that would do you justice..."
>She spins around and gets in your face, slips, and lands right on top of you.
>"F-f-fuck me, Anon."
 
"H-here?"
>Your sister gets off you, sits back against the edge of the tub, and shuts off the water flow.
>She parts her legs in front of you, sending a clear invitation. "Yes, here. Now."
"Aren't you worried about... you know..?"
>"I planned for that, don't worry."
>Inhibitions removed, you move down towards her, intending to get her prepared with your tongue.
>She stops you with her hand. "No need. That corny line did it's job, I'm ready."
>Your confidence returned, you grab her foot and pull her down on her back below you.
>You don't want her to slip and get hurt.
>"D-do it. Just... be gentle."
>You lean down into position, trying to get your aim right.
>She's breathing quite heavily, probably in anticipation.
>"That's the spot... right theraaaAAH~"
"Sorry, did that hurt?"
>"N-no. Keep pushing, slowly."
>You obey. With every centimeter of incremental advancement, she reacts less intensely.
>Halfway in, you decide to just slide the rest of the way, earning you a small gasp.
"Still fine?"
>She nods.
>As you retreat back slightly, the suction pressures you back in.
>This felt different from the blowjobs. The vaginal walls fit you perfectly, and the warmth was way more intense.
>You could imagine not even lasting through the first three thrusts if you weren't careful.
>You take a full four seconds to pull nearly all the way back, before going the same speed back in.
>"Ahh-non. You can go faster now..."
>Right, this was going to be a very one-sided session if you didn't spice this up.
>You move your hand down her body until your thumb finds the clitoris, eliciting another gasp upon contact.
>"Ahh..." She grabs the back of your head and pulls you down towards her. "G-get over here."
>Locked in a passionate kiss, you find a balanced rhythm between your thumb and your thrusts.
>As you speed up a bit, you hear her moan into your mouth, also feeling the vibrations of her voice.
 
>You break the kiss, both of you breathing too heavily to keep it going.
>You're getting too close, so you pause your thrusting and increase the pace of your thumb.
>Noticing your idle hand, you lightly rub her nipple between your two fingers.
>"Ahh, Anon~" Her back arches up against you, and she again pulls you into a short kiss. "K-keep going."
>Both hands working tiredlessly, you again start your thrusts.
>Her moans begin a familiar pattern where they match her breaths. You have to time this perfectly.
>You decide to try something she'd never expect. Something that would get you an edge.
>You gently bite down on one of her neck muscles, taking sweeping licks between the nibbles.
>"Aaaahhh~" Her entire body twitched on the moment of the new contact, causing you to almost finish instantly.
>You pause for a second, before starting anew.
>Both hands and your mouth now busy serving their targets, you resume thrusting.
>Finding your rhythm, you are content to drag this out as long as possible.
>Time passes by slowly, your sister's moans getting quicker and sharper.
>"Ahh... almost... aaaahhh~"
>You move your hand from her nipple to cover the back of her head, ready to guard it from the hard surface below.
>The decision pays off immediately, as she loses control over her body.
>Her hands and feet both flailing, you keep her in place and preserve your rhythm.
>"AAAHHH~" Almost there, but not yet...
>Her hands grab your back, squeezing you down during a particularly loud moan.
>Now! Three quick thrusts and you finish harder than you ever have in your life.
>You pump a couple of extra thrusts into her, while she doesn't appear to be finished orgasming.
>You resume stimulating her clit for a couple more seconds until her thrashing dies down.
>A minute passes with her in your arms until you finally speak.
"Did I... do okay?"
>"Anon, heh... I feel dizzy."
>"That was, how did you put it..?" She retreats deeper into your hug.
>"No words... could do that justice."
 
>"Well, do you like your birthday present?"
"It's, uhh..."
>It's a pair of scissors, wrapped up in a red ribbon.
"...very thoughtful."
>Of course, this was purely symbolic. The true present was the fact that you could hold them.
>Your sister leans against you. "This sure took you a while, but I'm proud of you, Anon."
"Yeah, I think it's safe to say I couldn't have done this without you."
>You lean against her in return.
"Thanks."
>You both remain still, enjoying each others' presence.
>In truth, as good as it felt to fully put your past behind you, it now seemed insignificant compared to what you had gained.
>You hear a knock on your door, and a male voice calls out.
>"Come to the kitchen, we need to talk."
>You both stand up off the bed, surprised.
>"Was that..?"
"Yeah... dad."
>You walk over to the kitchen, greeted by the sight of your father and his coffee mug.
>"Sit down, both of you."
"Dad... we haven't seen you in months..."
>"Sorry about that. Work's been busy."
>You bet.
>"Anyways, as of today, you are both legal adults."
>You and your sister look momentarily at each other in concern, your twin silent-communication doing all the speaking for you.
>"Does he know? No fucking way does he know."
>"I've made some arrangements. A two-bedroom apartment across town."
>He dangles a pair of keys in front of you. "I know the owner, so I negotiated a cheap rental fee."
>You are stunned, but Scootaloo replies before you. "For... both of us?"
>"Yes, unless you want to live separately."
>"NO!"
"NO!"
>Fuck, you both said that simultaneously.
>Your father smirks. "Yeah, that's what I figured."
>You really can't tell whether he knows or not.
>"We'll take it. Right, Anon?"
"Uhh, well, of course we will. Thanks, dad!"
>"It's the least I can do, really..."
>He half-mumbled that, but you can still hear the regret in his voice.
>"Well, just get a job and don't fuck this up, a deal like this won't come twice."
 
>You turn the key and open the door.
>White walls, fresh smell, no furniture, this apartment was empty.
>But this was YOUR place now.
>You finish moving your stuff into the apartment, taking in the change of scenery.
"Do you think he knows?"
>"Are you for real, Anon? He's the last person that would know."
"Yeah, but still... it kind of sounded like he knew."
>Your sister punches your shoulder.
>"If he did, he'd have gotten us a single-bedroom apartment."
"Yeah, I guess. That extra room isn't going to be used much, is it?"
>Your sister starts fidgeting, suddenly blushing.
>"Yeah, well... at least for now."
"For... now? What does that mean?"
>Her blush is getting brighter, for no apparent reason.
>"I mean... you never know what could happen... in the future, that is."
>She's acting really strange, you have no idea what this is about.
"You mean... this could be a guest room, or something like that?"
>"Yeah... I guess that's one way to put it..."
>She was mumbling too quietly at this point, you couldn't make that out.
"Sorry, what was that? Are you okay?"
>Another punch in the shoulder, this one harder. In the exact same spot, too.
>"Yeah, shut up, I'm fine. Let's just finish unpacking."
>A couple of hours pass, and the apartment is made half-ready.
>Your mother had donated some kitchen tools, but you were going to have to buy most of the missing things yourselves.
>"So, Anon... red curtains or blue?"
>This was your room now. Both of your room.
>The window had a great view of the town and the mountains in the distance, it would look even better in the sunset.
"Red, I guess."
>You couldn't help but smile at the view, throwing your arm over your sister's shoulders.
>"Anon?"
>A sudden rush of euphoria rushed into your head. You really couldn't have asked for a better start to a new life.
>Looking back at your abduction had always been difficult, but now you were almost thankful that it had happened.
"Nothing, Scoots. Just... I love you."
 
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