Noc 8

Aaron was shell-shocked. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know Carly’s intentions for sneaking into the bathroom, but from her facial expression and the way she stormed out, he didn’t believe that she found what she was looking for. Discovering him in the shower latched inside and ejaculating into her little sister as she was panting and gasping for air was probably not what Carly most desired to see.

Megan sat, her legs strewn around Aaron’s waist as her vagina split open to cater to it’s all to welcome guest. She caught on to Aaron’s severely distraught face and instantly knew that she had succeeded in destroying Aaron’s life the second time that morning. Rotating her chest around to turn the shower water off, she slowly lifted her body of Aaron’s penis. She tried not gasping as the long shaft slowly slurped out of her happily filled vaginal tube. She stood up and stepped from the bathtub reaching for her robe. Putting it on, she angrily grabbed at her panties to shove into her crotch. She hated the fact that her vagina wasn’t big enough to hold in all of Aaron’s cum.

Quickly she ran from the bathroom to Carly in an attempt to explain and take responsibility for the entire situation. She knew Aaron would never go near her again if she didn’t fix what she had done to him.

Aaron wrestled to get out of the tub to put his clothes on. He could hear Carly’s sobs from her open bedroom door as Megan barged in. He struggled through his ever increasing dizziness to dry himself off and put his pants on. The more he thought, the harder it was to stand up.

Carly laid on her mattress, her scent of depression mixing with the faint smell of bleach from the fabric cleaner used after Aaron’s accident several weeks ago. She had played at her father extra hard to remain sleeping in the same room with Aaron as a supervisor. Megan wouldn’t give Aaron away so easily, so Carly went on about needing more time before she could sleep in her own bed which she last remembered covered in Aaron’s blood. Now wanting to get away from both of them, she resorted to her own room in solitude before Megan came barging in.

“It’s all my fault,” Megan speedily cried, “I begged him for it. He didn’t want to, he just wanted to be with you but I begged that he pretend that I was you. I kept begging him until he gave in and when he treated me like he does you, he remembered that it was me and he got really really sad, and I didn’t know what to do so I tried to make him forget. I don’t know how to make him happy like you do so I only did what I knew I was good at. It’s all my fault, please don’t blame him, I made him do it.”

Carly heard her out, but she didn’t know whether she was more angry or scared. “Did you take my pills?” she asked crying. Megan tricking Aaron into sex was nothing new and she had come to acknowledge that the two could not be denied a relationship of some sort.

A little confused, Megan replied, “Yeah, I did exactly what you told me, you watched me the first time.” Showing some of the confusion in her voice, she then asked, “Why?”

Carly, pressing her face into her pillows muttered in her tears, “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant!” Megan repeated a bit too loud. Not knowing what to say next, she quietly stuttered, “Why?”

Billowing in her tears, Carly cried the truth, “I thought I had it all planned out, I didn’t know I would be this scared.” Megan leaned her chest over onto Carly’s back to hold her.

“We’ll figure something out, we always do,” Megan said quietly in an effort to comfort herself, “Aaron’s smart, he’ll help us, he won’t let anything happen to you. I know he won’t, he loves you more than anything.” The two girls laid there silently under Carly’s stuffy nose and sporadic pouts.

The telephone rang downstairs by the stair well. The loud echo burst through the eerily silent house, over and over. The ringing stopped as their father’s recording began, asking to leave a message. A blood chilling voice ricocheted up the banister through the hall and into Carly’s bedroom.

“This is Sergeant Michaels from the Police station calling in response to an activated emergency beacon designated to a current resident in your home. Paramedics have been dispatched to your house and we ask that you please call us immediately regarding the current situation.”

Carly and Megan both halted every bodily function in listening to the message. Immediately registering the condition, Carly exploded from her bed. Megan was thrust from Carly’s back not able to push off in time. Both broke from the bedroom into the bathroom to find Aaron half naked, slipping in and out of consciousness, on the floor.
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All Aaron could remember in the past week were short dreamlike wakings, frequently with people hovering over him. He liked least finding Carly or Megan there. He found their tears to be anything but comfort. Anytime there was an adult, they always reassured him that he was doing great and it was all over with.

He finally woke up completely as a doctor stood over him.

“What happened?” Aaron asked, now feeling the strength to talk.

“It seems that your mind overpowered your medication,” the doctor went, “it was supposed to sedate your mind, but apparently, yours is not so easily put to rest.” He paused, looking into Aaron’s pupils.