My sister Ashley chapter 9

“Ashley, please! Tim help! Ehhr ow ouch fuck! That hurts!” Oriana screamed.

“Ashley! Knock it off or I might do something stupid!”

The sounds of struggle stopped and Ashley’s laughter replaced it. “Ooohh I’m so scared, what are you going to do? Beat me up?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out Tish’s card, slipping it under the door.

The laughter stopped immediately. “You wouldn’t dare!” She said warily.

I took out my cell and quickly changed the settings so when I pushed a button it made a noise. I held it to the door and slowly started pushing random numbers. She could hear it.

“Okay! Okay just stop!” she yelled opening the door in a rush. Oriana lay on her stomach, her pants around her knees, no more than five feet from the door. Her ass was red and…wet? I glared at my sister.

“What?” she asked innocently. I stepped into her room, shoving her back.

Oriana just laid still, her back hiccupping every few seconds. She was crying! I shoved Ashley again, sending her sprawling on her bed.

“Oriana.” I whispered, getting down next to her. She turned her head and looked at me with red, tear streaked eyes. One more glare at my sister, my lip curling. I reached back and tugged up her pants; she winced as they came all the way up. I pulled her to her feet and she instantly latched onto me, still sobbing gently.

I whisked her back to my room and closed the door before Ashley could do anything more. I tried to put her down on my bed but she wouldn’t let go, so I readjusted my hold and picked her up completely. I turned and sat down on my bed; no matter how light she was I wasn’t going to be able to hold her on my feet forever. She curled her legs up on my lap and wrapped her arms around me tighter, pushing her face into my shirt.

This was so weird; it was unusual to see her like this. Ashley yeah, but she was messed up, I’d come to accept that now. She was sick in the head, she had to be. But Oriana, no, she was rock steady, always. She took on everything with a smile; it wasn’t like her to be like this. And even whatever Ashley had done to her just now couldn’t have been any worse than what she had done to her back in my sister’s heyday. I was totally confused.

“What’s wrong? What happened Oriana?” She didn’t answer except to squeeze me tighter. “What did my sister do?” I hissed.

“She threw me off! She blew it!” she wailed. “And it’s not just that.” Her voice was muffled by my shirt. Well that was good, Ashley didn’t really hurt her; she just pissed her off.

She broke down again, her body jerking with every sob. This was killing me, freaking me out to be honest.

“Then what.” I persisted, my voice reassuring.

She peeled her face from my shirt and looked up at me with one bloodshot eye, her hair obscuring the rest of her face. “I’m scared.” She whispered, I barely heard her and as soon as she said it she retreated back into my shirt. This was frustrating, I had told her at least a dozen times how she had nothing to worry about and the fact that she didn’t seem to be taking my assurances seriously was…frustrating.

I sighed. “Ori, listen to me.” I soothed, prying her head away from my chest. “What can I say…no, what can I do to make you unafraid?’

She sniffled, “Hai d-don’t kn-nhow.”

“Hell if you’re that scared you can just stay with me the entire time. It would make my roommate a little jealous and it’s not like Natalia would report us.” I laughed. She looked at me for a second before the barest hint of a smile started to pluck at her lips.

“That’s better.” I said, gently clearing the hair from her face. She leaned back against my chest, laying her head against me and playing with one of the buttons on my shirt.

“Thanks Tim.” She sniffed and rubbed her eyes before looking up at me with a little smile, “I like it when you call me Ori.” And then in a quieter voice like she was talking to herself, “Like Oreo, tee-hee.” Absolutely adorable. It made sense too, especially when we first met, what with her very pale skin and very dark hair.

“You just like cute things.” I chuckled.

“So what if I do?” she challenged, an impish smile on her face. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Ashley killed it didn’t she?”

“Yeah.”

I sighed, “No biggie. You’ll never be a five minute drive away from me ever again now will you?” I would have my revenge on Ashley in due time, but I was content as I was now.

Her face lit up, “Mmm that’s right, isn’t it.” She crawled off of my lap, to my disappointment, and got herself under my covers. She disappeared under the sheets and when I didn’t immediately follow a small hand appeared, opening and closing, beckoning me to her.

Playing dumb, “What?”

If looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over as she pulled the covers back to reveal her pretty face. “Get your ass in here and comfort me.” She hissed, a tiny smile trying to force its way onto her lips. I took off my shirt (it was hot) and climbed in with her. Again she latched onto me and wouldn’t let go. I could care less; her body against mine was all I could ever hope for.

“I love you Tim.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” It was late and she was quickly out cold, absolutely exhausted from stress. She loosened her hold on me and started twitching like she was running, not totally un-reminiscent of a sleeping cat. I heard some sounds coming from the kitchen.

I carefully worked my way out from her sleepy clutches and got out of bed, quietly making my way out into the hall. It was dark; my parents had gotten home only recently but had quickly gone to bed. A light was coming from the kitchen and as I stepped into the main area I could make out Ashley’s silhouette framed in the light of the refrigerator.

“Midnight binge sis?”

She slowly turned to face me, a piece of leftover…something, halfway to her mouth.

“What do you want?”

“Oh nothing.” I said, shouldering my way past her to get a glass of water.

“So uh Tim.” She began, sitting on the counter and kicking her feet happily. “When am I going to get some more attention? I’m a needy girl.”

I finished my water and walked halfway out of the kitchen before turning back, “Find yourself a boyfriend Ashley.”

There was a thud followed by pounding steps before I was tackled to the ground. Ashley sat on my back and shoved my face into the carpet.

“Take that back.” She hissed.

“No.” I said calmly, grunting a little under the pressure.

“Suddenly you think you can stop me taking what I want from you tiny Tim?” she had he mouth close to my head as she whispered in my ear.

“No I just don’t care; I’m not going to give you what you want anymore. I don’t care. I’ve been through too much because of you to give a damn.” I could feel her sit up. She was silent, that had hurt badly, I was sure of that. She stood up and walked past me, down the hall and to her room, silently. Truly, I didn’t care anymore.

I picked myself up and walked back to my room and Oriana.

The next morning I was actually surprised to find Oriana curled up next to me; her arm lay over my stomach. Ah this was the best. As if sensing my awareness, she groaned and stretched, yawning widely.

“Hmm I think we should do this kind of thing more often.” She smiled, kissing my cheek. I did the same.

“We should, I like waking up with you.” She blushed and gave me a little shove.

“I’ll be right back.” She said a little hurriedly and got up, walking quickly out into the bathroom. I got up and put on some fresh clothes before gathering all the stuff I had brought home with me and a few other things. I brought all that out into the living room; Ashley’s stuff was already there. As I walked back down the hall she passed me, not even seeming to notice. This was going to be tough. It was the day before classes would start up again so we didn’t have to rush but most everybody else would be getting back today as well.

Oriana was coming out of my room and I almost ran into her. “Hey Tim, do you mind bringing me home for a second so I can get my stuff together?”

“Not a problem.”

We did that and returned in short order. I hefted her bag for her and shoved it in the trunk of my dad’s car, along with Ashley’s and my own. Before we left we got the same tearful farewell from out mother, I fared better because I clung to Oriana like a life vest but Ashley was nearly drowned in sobbing kisses.

As we walked out to the car she made to get in the back like usual but stopped and glared at me, turning and getting in the passenger seat. I tried to ignore her and the feeling that I had done something incredibly wrong, and got in the back with Oriana. Dad tried to talk to Ashley but didn’t get very far before he gave up. The ride was so incredibly awkward that I actually started sweating, awful.

We got there after an eternity and we all piled out before he could even shut off the car. Ashley shoved past me with her bag and the only reason I didn’t do anything was because Oriana latched onto me just then. She strode purposefully to our dorm and shoved through the doors. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw an orange blob go flying out of her way behind the glass.

Oriana and I took our time. She still kept a tight hold on me as if she was afraid I would ditch her. When we reached the doors there was no sign of Natalia or my sister, and for that I was grateful. I accompanied Oriana to her room and made sure she was all set. I even took her roommate aside and asked her to keep a careful eye on her.

After that a week flew by with little to no serious problems. I saw very little of my sister and Oriana only curled up with me once or twice which was nice. Natalia too, was rarely seen, and behaving herself whenever I did see her. I called Tish once, just so that she didn’t think I had been kidnapped or whatever, and didn’t come busting down doors looking for me. She seemed incredibly enthusiastic when I called; pressing me several times for when we could meet up again. I gave her vague promises that it would be soon and assured her I would call again. All in all things were turning out nicely.

And it just got better the next week. Besides the fact that Oriana was becoming more confident and depending on me less and less, I had seen Ashley with another guy. I was positively beaming when she brought him by and introduced us.

“Mark this is my brother Tim. Tim this is Mark.” We shook hands and said our meager hellos. He was about Ashley’s size, tall and well built; I doubt she would have had it any other way. With a lantern jaw and a very strong face, he looked like a freaking all American hero in real life. I found out later from JD that he was on the football team, the quarterback no less! Typical of my sister I suppose. And from the look in his eye I could tell he was smitten with her, any guy would kill to get her attention, and he was her boyfriend, a lucky man! I was amazed how I was handling this, I wasn’t jealous at all; in fact I think I was proud of her.

I started spending a little more time with my sister and was positively shocked to find she hadn’t bedded him yet. Normally, back in her day, she would find a guy and within the week she’d be fucking his brains out. She seemed to be taking this seriously and I was happy for her.

So as it was she brought him by again and this time there was a very familiar look on her face. I was sitting in the common room this time, taking notes out of a book and listening to my music. I smelled her very familiar scent before I felt her touch my shoulder.

“Tim if anyone comes looking for me, I’m busy.” She said with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh? Busy huh? ‘Bout time.” I said quietly, pulling out my earplugs.

“Oh shut up! I’m serious.”

“So I noticed. You gonna go back to old Ashley or are you gonna be sweet on him?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” She said smiling, and giving me a loving peck on the cheek. I stood up and turned around, seeing Mark standing a respectful distance away. She went to him and took his hand before leading him down the hall to her room.

“I like him Ashley! Try not to break him!” I called out after them. Ashley flipped me the finger and poor innocent Mark, gave me a questioning look as my sister dragged him back to her room. Shaking my head with a dumb smile on my face, I went back to my work. It seemed little more than an hour before my nose alerted me to another, more unwanted presence near me.

“Mmm, all alone my sweet?” Natalia’s thickly accented voice purred from right next to my ear.

To my credit I didn’t flinch, “You’re supposed to leave me alone.” I said in a tired, patronizing voice.

“Ooo but I can not. You and I have not been together yet.” She whined, slipping around my side and trying to sit down on my lap. I roughly pushed her away, sending her to the floor at me feet. She was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans.

“Why are you so rough with me Timothy?” she cooed, touching her hands to my feet. I disliked it when anyone called me by my proper name but when she said it is was like, I don’t even know what, but it was painful.

“Because I dislike you. It’s that simple.”

“Oh but I can be nice, yes, very nice. Mmm, it would be fun.” Her hands traveled up my legs, holding my knees and trying to spread them apart, unsuccessfully. “I can make you feel so good.”

I put my book up in front of my face and spoke from behind it, quietly with as much menace and force as I could muster, “If I could break Tish imagine what I could do to you.” I peered around my book and watched her sit there, closing her eyes, a big smile pulling her lips.