Triggers warning still applies, but only for the immediate aftermath.
Chapter II
Brittany arrived shortly after the police. By the time she got out of her car, Brittany saw Quinn was sitting in the back of the squad car, the door open, and her stocking clad feet touching the ground. She was wrapped up in a gray wool blanket that looked really itchy. Brittany walked up carrying the spare clothes the police had asked her to bring.
One of the policemen saw Brittany walking towards the squad car and put his hands up to block her. "I'm sorry, Miss," The uniformed officer said. "This is a crime scene. You can't be here."
"That's my stepsister," Brittany said as calmly as she could make herself sound. "You people asked me to come here and bring her clothes."
"That's very nice of you, Miss, but we intended for you to meet us at the hospital. You could contaminate the scene here."
Brittany was trying to stay calm and so she asked, "What should I do, then?"
"Go back to your car and wait there," the officer said in a friendly tone. "The ambulance will be here soon and will take her to the hospital. You can follow us when we follow the ambulance."
"Thank you," Brittany said quietly.
"Thank you for your help, Miss," said the policeman. "Now, please wait in your car."
Quinn had actually done a very good job at bandage up her own wounds, so the paramedics didn't need to do much for her on the way to the hospital. The ended up taking her to the hospital where she worked, the very same Emergency Room. It was staffed by close friends, some of whom attended her wedding hours earlier.
"It's Quinn. She's been raped."
That did not make sense to nurse Kitty Wilde. "How could she be raped? It's her wedding night. Unless... Noah...?" She asked her boss, "Did Noah...?"
"No!" shouted Emma Pilsbury, shocked that Kitty would suggest such a thing. "From the report we got from the paramedics, they had a flat tire and some thugs got to them while they were changing it together. They killed Noah, raped Quinn, and left her for dead."
"Oh my God! Oh my God," shouted Kitty.
"I know," said Emma, "but you need to get yourself together and get room five set up for her right now. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," said Kitty. "Right away."
Kitty had just finished preparing treatment room five when Quinn was wheeled into the ER by the paramedics. She had cleared plenty of room for them and the rape kit was on the side table. She stepped out of the treatment room and followed the stretcher in so she could help with the transfer to the ER stretcher. Quinn saw Kitty and clasped her hand. Kitty held the hand in return and stayed with Quinn as the paramedics left.
"Kitty," Quinn said, "do you remember my stepsister, Brittany?"
"Yes," replied Kitty. "She was your Maid..." Kitty stopped herself thinking the title would remind Quinn of the wedding, which would remind her of Noah.
"My Maid of Honor, right. She's going to be coming in here soon. She followed the ambulance. Make sure she gets in here and nobody tries to stop her, okay?"
"Okay," said Kitty. "Of course. Do you need anything else?"
"Who's the on-call nurse tonight?"
"Emma," Kitty replied.
"Ok, good," Quinn said. "Get her to start my rape kit right away. Brittany brought me some clothes and she's going to want me to dress in them soon."
"Ok," said Kitty. "I'll get Emma right now."
"Thanks."
Quinn was quickly processed and given a private room. Brittany stayed with her all night. She had no idea how Quinn was being so calm. But still, she slept in a chair holding Quinn's hand...
When they both finally woke up the ext morning, Quinn asked Brittany if she would do her a big favor.
"Of course," said Brittany. "What's the favor?"
"I want you to move in with me. Noah and I got a house near the shore out of the city. It was built after Sandy. We hadn't brought our personal belongings there yet, so the house has no memories in it. It's the perfect place for me to go, but I can't go there by myself though. Will you live with me?"
"Sure I will," Brittany said before hugging her stepsister. "That's not exactly a favor."
"It is to me," Quinn said. "I know you're busy going to school and then there's your dancing..."
In addition to her Masters' courses, Brittany also took and taught dance classes. Brittany smiled at her stepsister and said, "Don't worry about me, you're what is important right now."
So that's what they did. Brittany hardly ever left Quinn's side ever as they both moved into the new house.
After a month of living together, the stepsisters had settled into a routine. Britt made breakfast each morning and they cooked dinners together. The hospital had offered Quinn a long leave of absence but she knew she needed to keep herself busy. So once she was able to physically recover, she worked the 7am to 7pm shift in the ER. She and Brittany generally left at the same time each morning and came home within fifteen minutes of each other.
One night, Quinn seemed incredibly anxious. Brittany had been dancing in the living room with the carpet rolled away. Quinn had been watching, like normal for them, but was becoming abnormally frustrated with things. She couldn't quite place it. Brittany could sense that something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
Quinn tried to deflect. "I still don't understand how you can move like that so easily. I bend over the wrong way most of the time and I'm sore all day…"
"Are you talking about your chest wound?"
"No... I've never really been that flexible... like you."
"Well... it's all about stretching beforehand and working your muscles the right ways if you get sore." Brittany then saw an opportunity. "I could give you a massage if you want…" She knew if Quinn could open herself up to this vulnerability, than she might end up talking about her feelings on what had happened to her finally. Quinn had stayed silent about her physical being since the rape, and Brittany respected that, using only vague terms like injuries, what happened, before...
"I'd like that," Quinn said to accept the offer.
So Brittany led Quinn to the bedroom, carefully stripped her stepsister. She laid Quinn face down on the bed with her head on a pillow and gently covered her with another clean sheet. She dimmed the lights of the room and played an instrumental CD on a continuous loop.
Brittany warmed some oil in her hands and gave Quinn a long massage. Quinn groaned and moaned as her tense muscles were thoroughly worked by her stepsister's diligent fingers. Brittany did this one thing where, standing at Quinn's head, she pushed her arms down and swept them down Quinn's back all the way to her ass. She did that several times and each time, Quinn could just feel Brittany's breast graze along her back, tickling her.
Brittany worked Quinn's arms and legs and butt in this manner. Brittany would expose an area by lifting the sheet, work it meticulously, and then cover it back up moving on to the next section of Quinn's body. Once Brittany had painstakingly massaged each and every toe, she uncovered Quinn and told her to flip over.
Brittany covered Quinn with the sheet again, warmed more oil on her hands and massaged Quinn's temples. She went slowly down Quinn's body. She spent a long time near Quinn's breasts and got a good long sigh from Quinn for her efforts. Brittany lightly brushed her fingers down Quinn's arms before doing the intense rubbing. She hadn't been paying that much attention, but it eventually occurred to Quinn that Brittany did that for each new body part she massaged. Lastly, Brittany worked Quinn's abs very well, before stopping and lightly touching the recently healed scar just under her ribs from that night.
Brittany wondered if that would cause a problem for Quinn so she stopped and then started to walk down the length of the bed intending to clean off all the oil. However, it was in that moment that Quinn reached out and grabbed Brittany's hand. Brittany stopped and looked at Quinn's face. Quinn's eyes were light with tears, but there was something else going on. Quinn gently pulled Brittany toward her and placed Brittany's fingers so they lightly brushed Quinn's scar again.
"Sometimes... I can still feel it," Quinn said meekly.
Brittany felt like crying, but resisted, "I want to help you."
Quinn still held Brittany's wrist. She guided Brittany's hand down her stomach toward her pubic area. Brittany at first was confused, but then Quinn simply used Brittany's hand to begin rubbing her own pussy.
Brittany did not feel uncomfortable that she was doing this. She wanted to help Quinn. If it actually helped her feel better or relaxed for the first time since before...
So Brittany took over and was soon rubbing Quinn's outer lips with one hand and rubbing around her clit, without actually touching it, with the other. Quinn was feeling so many emotions at this point and hoped Brittany would not stop.
Brittany's fingers were soon moving very quickly and the rubbing was making Quinn's breathing get faster. She could feel something unexplainable and was about to say something to Brittany when she felt Brittany gently open her outer folds and continue rubbing her there. Brittany rubbed her with increasing passion and soon had inserted two fingers inside Quinn. The fingers curled and were rubbing Quinn on her G spot. Quinn's fists clenched the sheet beneath her as Brittany's magical fingers brought her to what could only be an orgasm.
Quinn shook wholly on bed, but Brittany did not stop rubbing her. She continued to rub the G spot and use her other hand to stroke Quinn's clit. Quinn was thrashing as her first orgasm began to fade the second one snuck up on its heels. In the same manner, Quinn came to three more orgasms, each more intense than the one before.
Quinn released a long loud moan and then collapsed limply on the bed. Brittany finished rubbing her and then re-covered Quinn's pussy with the sheet. She wiped Quinn's juices off her fingers and put fresh oil on her hands, warming it, before finishing the massage on Quinn's legs, feet, and toes. When she was done, Brittany covered Quinn's legs and stepped over to the head of the bed.
"Oh my God..." said Quinn absently.
"Do you feel better?" Brittany asked.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" said Quinn.
"I'll take that as a yes," and Brittany punctuated that with a kiss on the forehead.
That woke Quinn from her daze. "Oh, God! Brittany, what have we done?" Quinn asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked with a quizzical expression.
"Uh… incest!" shouted Quinn.
"Quinn… We're not blood sisters. Plus, I just gave you a massage," said Brittany.
"A massage?"
"Yes," said Brittany.
Quinn asked, "You call that a massage?"
"Yes, of course," Brittany said. "I rubbed you and you relaxed because you wanted me to. Do you want me to rub you again?"
"No, not again. If you make me feel like that again…" she started to warn, but Brittany's innocent smile stopped her. "…you might kill me from pleasure," Quinn finished weakly.
"Are you feeling better?" asked Brittany.
"Yes. Thank you."
"Then that's the only thing you and I should care about."
After that, the full body massage became a Thursday night ritual in their house, and Brittany became the rock Quinn clung to in the stormy sea that was her recent life. Brittany was right there holding Quinn's hand for the funeral, the will reading, and the trips to the cemetery. Noah, who had been Quinn's husband for less than six hours, was an Air Force veteran and was buried for free in the national cemetery near Middle Island. It was such a long and depressing drive that Brittany would drive her there every other Saturday, the Saturdays Quinn had off from work that is, and would hold her hand the entire time they stood at Noah's grave there.
They never spoke of the fact that they were essentially having sex weekly. It stayed "a massage."
Noah had of course possesed a will, one executed by his old friend Rachel Hudson. Quinn was the sole beneficiary of the will. She was also the sole beneficiary of Noah's insurance policy. Both had recently been updated and Quinn was listed as spouse on both of them.
At the reading, Quinn asked Brittany to wait outside as she asked Rachel a personal question that had been troubling her. Brittany was not offended at being excluded and happily waited in the lobby playing one of the apps on her cell phone to pass the time. Quinn, it had seemed to Rachel, was very nervous about whatever she needed to ask and so Rachel was happy to give her all the time in the world to ask it.
"Does it count?" Quinn finally asked.
"I'm sorry," Rachel excused herself. "Does what count?"
"The marriage," Quinn explained. "Does the marriage count legally? We were only husband and wife for five and a half hours or so and we never consummated the marriage."
Rachel suppressed a laugh. She asked Quinn, "Is that what you're worried about?" Quinn nodded and Rachel assured her, "The marriage license was signed and filed. You and Noah were married legally. You are the legal beneficiary to his assets and the firm will see to it that the insurance company does not try to weasel its way out of paying your claim which we have already filed on your behalf. The money is legally yours and not a soul can say differently. You're just going to have to accept the fact that you're rich now."
Quinn had to admit to herself that Rachel was a strikingly beautiful woman. She was short, but in a petite and cute way. She had brown hair in the cutest little braids. She was in her business suit. It was a white silk blouse under a black pinstripe skirt suit. Rachel was sitting on the edge of her desk and her knees were showing.
"I just can't get my head around this," said Quinn. "I never knew Noah had so much money."
"He hid it well," said Rachel. "I only knew because I help draft the will. Puck didn't want to be known for his father's money. He hated the guy. That's why Noah drove a dependable but common car, he lived in a furnished apartment, and he stayed in to cook instead of going out on the town. His father was a deadbeat gambling addict for almost 20 years who got lucky one time. Your husband might have hated it, but it's your money now. You would probably have enough if you and your stepsister wanted to retire."
"Brittany's not ready to retire," said Quinn. "I couldn't retire. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I wasn't an ER nurse."
"You're still a nurse?" Rachel asked, not having bothered to figure out before the meeting.
"Yes," said Quinn softly, "It's all I know."
"Well do you know one thing you should eventually learn?" Rachel asked before answering her own question. "Learn to relax."
Quinn chuckled at this. "You're right. It's just so much has happened in the last few weeks and nothing is going the way I planned. I really need to find outlets…"
The camaraderie in the room had put Quinn at ease, and it continued to grow over the next half hour as they talked. Soon Quinn was so much at ease that she hadn't noticed the fact that her hand had found its way to Rachel's knee. When Rachel noticed that herself, their eyes met and a shared giggle became a shared silence.
Quinn was about to excuse herself but decided not to. She kept her hand Rachel's thigh while trying to think of an excuse to stay longer. When nothing came, Quinn stood to face Rachel then kissed her on the lips. It was soft and gentle but it was firm enough for Quinn to tell Rachel that she wasn't going anywhere until she got a response. So Rachel unconsciously opened her mouth slightly and felt a soft tongue invade her mouth.
Quinn moaned in Rachel's mouth as their tongues gently wrestled. Rachel was so patient and so gentle that Quinn did not realize Rachel was undressing her until her blouse had pooled around her ankles. Quinn stiffened and tried to slow down and push Rachel away, but got lost in Rachel's insistent kiss and her gentle touches up and down her exposed back.
Rachel deftly unclasped Quinn's bra, but made no attempts to remove it. She merely got it out of the way of rubbing Quinn's back. Quinn continued to moan even after Rachel broke the kiss so they would be able to breathe.
After catching her breath, Rachel leant in for another kiss and Quinn did not resist her. Rachel's hands went inside the waistbands of Quinn's skirt and panties to massage the two glorious globes that made Quinn's ass. Rachel hooked her thumbs in to the waistbands and without unfastening the skirt, pushed the skirt and panties beyond Quinn's knees where they fell to join her blouse.
Rachel helped Quinn step out of her clothes and her shoes and led Quinn to her large oak desk. Rachel smiled at Quinn, pulled the bra, which was Quinn's last remaining article of clothing, off her arms and casually tossed it on the pile, before helping Quinn to lie on the desk.
Rachel was gentle and patient. She kissed Quinn on the chin and that little spot just under her ear. She licked and suckled Quinn's earlobes. Rachel's soft hands kneaded Quinn's breasts. Rachel only paused long enough to remove her own suit jacket, her lips never leaving Quinn's skin.
The kisses traveled down Quinn's neck and soon Rachel was nibbling on Quinn's collarbone. Quinn was cooing and moaning softly and could not for the life of her understand what this was. She had been a virgin less than a month ago. She had been raped. She been on the receiving end of sexual contact from Brittany, but was never the one to give it. She didn't know what she was supposed to do in reciprocal situations. So she took a chance, reached up, and slowly began to unbutton Rachel's silk blouse.
Rachel smiled and let the luxurious material slide off her body. Quinn was rubbing Rachel's back and kissing the top of her head as Rachel continued to travel down Quinn's body. Rachel finally reached Quinn's soft breasts with her lips while her right hand remained to minister to Quinn's left breast. Then when her lips took over pleasing Quinn's right breast, Rachel's left hand slowly begin to glide along Quinn's flat stomach. Rachel licked the areola in a slow patient circle, getting close to but not touching Quinn's pert nipple. Rachel did this a few times before flicking the nipple with her tongue and then sucking hard. Rachel released the breast from her mouth and her left hand slid up to continue that breast's pleasure as her right hand drew lazy circles on Quinn's stomach and Rachel's mouth did exactly what it had done to the right breast to the left one.
Quinn had now unclasped Rachel's expensive bra and pushed it down each of Rachel's arms. Rachel slid her hands out of the straps and Quinn pulled the bra out from between them. Rachel climbed up on the desk on top of Quinn. She continued to pleasure Quinn's chest as her own naked breasts tickled Quinn between her navel and crotch. Quinn's hands traveled lower on Rachel's back and reached her pinstripe skirt. Quinn tried to do the same trick of pulling down the skirt without opening it but as Rachel was on all fours at the time that was fairly impossible. So, Quinn unzipped the skirt after a few attempts and slid Rachel's skirt and panties past Rachel's firm ass. Then Rachel reached down to pull off her own skirt and panties.
Both women were now naked on the desk. Rachel smirked to herself that the door to the office was unlocked but knew nobody would interrupt them. The men at the firm did not like to deal with grieving and sobbing widows and were very happy this assignment was Rachel's.
Rachel was very happy as well. She slowly kissed her way down Quinn's taut stomach. She eagerly tongued Quinn's navel and proceeded steadily lower. As Rachel was now too low to kiss, Quinn ran the fingers of her right hand through Rachel's hair and used her left hand to massage her own tits. Ever since her rape, Quinn realized she described her body parts using the crass terminology of her rapists. She said "tits" and "cunt" now. She wasn't entirely sure why.
Rachel's tongue eagerly went lower. Rachel did not rush as she pleasured Quinn's pussy. She used her tongue to explore the folds gently and carefully. After Rachel thought of the attack that took the life of her old friend and the violation of his widow, Rachel decided that she would give Quinn what she needed. Quinn's first sexual experience had been rough, violent, and hasty. Quinn needed, Rachel knew, to be treated patiently and gently.
Quinn was losing her mind with pleasure as Rachel ate her out so carefully and lovingly. This was Quinn's first lesbian experience, if one didn't count the Thursday night ritual with Brittany, but it was also the first time she had gotten oral sex at all. Oh sure, Noah rubbed her body over her clothes. She had taken her shirt off once and let him feel her tits through her bra. That was as far as she ever let him go and Noah had been patient with her and accepting of the fact that she was saving herself. It was his patience that drew Quinn to Noah and it was this same patience that Rachel was exhibiting now. Quinn found it so attractive. Rachel did not rush and Quinn appreciated her for that.
Rachel's skilled tongue then entered Quinn's sopping wet cunt. Quinn obligingly spread her legs allowing Rachel better access. She cooed and moaned and gasped as the talented tongue explored inside the delicate folds. She pulled Rachel's hair which encouraged Rachel to push her tongue deeper.
Rachel was thrilled to hear Quinn call out. She knew her office was pretty much soundproof, and when she made Quinn cum, no one but them could hear.
However, Brittany was in the lobby still, getting bored with the games on her phone. She checked the phone's clock and let out a sigh. She stood up, smoothed out her clothes, and gave her body a stretch. Brittany glanced absentmindedly out the windows before walking over to the receptionist's desk.
"Excuse me," Brittany said politely. "Do you think it would be ok if I popped my head in Rachel's office to see how much longer they're going to be?"
"I don't see how that could do any harm," the obviously gay male receptionist said. "But if they're still tied up you come right back here to me, ok sweetie?"
Brittany smiled and thanked him and strode casually down the hall. She found the office easily enough and was about to knock but decided to just do as she'd told the receptionist she would. She opened the door and popped her head in.
Brittany was completely shocked to see Quinn naked on top of the desk ramming pelvises with the equally naked Rachel. However, both women looked amazing as they scissored against each other. There were loud grunts and moans now that Brittany had not heard while the door was closed. She stepped inside carefully and quietly shut the door. She locked the door without a sound as she marveled at the sight before her.
Brittany stepped out of her shoes and walked cautiously behind her stepsister. Both of the women on the desk had their eyes closed and were lost in their own pleasure. Slowly, gently, Brittany placed her hands on Quinn's shoulders and gave her a back rub. Quinn was so lost in her bliss she did not notice the extra set of hands massaging her back. It wasn't until Rachel had tweaked both of her breasts that Quinn realized there were too many hands on her. She opened her eyes slowly, hoping not to lose the powerful sensations she'd been feeling and saw the smiling face of Brittany beaming at her.
"Is this a private party or can anyone have a dance?" Brittany asked still smiling.
Rachel seemed taken aback but did nothing to try to cover herself or stop her thrusts against Quinn. She looked up at the two gorgeous women. She knew there was no blood relation, but the physical distinctions between the two were minimal. They could have been related, really. That was part of the reason Rachel was equally excited when Brittany began to strip.
Brittany yanked off her pullover top and shucked herself out of her bra and began pressing her naked tits against Quinn's back as Rachel began to grind her crotch even harder against Quinn's. Soon Quinn was being overwhelmed by all the physical stimulation.
Brittany moved from behind Quinn and began casually kissing Rachel on the lips. When they broke the kiss, Brittany smiled and slid quickly out of her yoga pants. She had not been wearing panties, which both of the naked women on the desk instantly noticed. Brittany was pulled up on the desk and placed in the center. Quinn kissed Brittany's cheek as Rachel once again controlled Brittany's hot mouth. Both women were rubbing Brittany's tits at the same time so Brittany was moaning in Rachel's mouth as her own hands took to exploring Rachel's body.
After that, Brittany pushed Quinn flat on her back and ate her out as she, herself, got down on all fours for Rachel to go behind her, licking her pussy and ass. All three women moaned in joy at the sensations they were feeling. Rachel was so amazed at the similarities and differences between the two women. Quinn seemed so submissive. Brittany, it was obvious, was quite dominant. When Brittany wanted something, she took it. Rachel enjoyed the contrast especially in the different tastes of the two women.
Rachel had managed to bring Quinn to climax three times before Brittany joined them and she was determined to get Brittany off at least as many times. So Rachel fingered Brittany's warm wet pussy and tight asshole. After at least four minutes of this, she licked Brittany's pussy and slowly pressed her slick finger into Brittany's asshole up to her first knuckle. Again, Rachel was in no hurry. She left her finger still as her tongue danced inside Brittany's wet pussy. After her finger was in to the hilt, Rachel began to slowly piston her finger in and out of the tight hole.
Brittany loved the feeling of Rachel finger fucking her ass. She shared her happiness with Quinn as she drilled her tongue deep inside Quinn's tasty pussy. This was so the first non-massage intercourse between them, so Brittany made the most of it. Still though, she was mindful of Quinn's recent trauma, especially when Brittany's fingers again traced the scar on Quinn's belly from where she'd been stabbed last month.
Brittany had always loved Quinn, but have never shared Quinn's valuing of virginity. Brittany lost hers before the age of 18. Into college, she expanded her experience with both women and men alike, sometimes simultaneously. One of the reasons she found it so difficult to talk to Quinn about sex was because some of her most memorable experiences felt like the kind of thing that would have sounded horrible if she had not consented to them. Brittany had once successfully taken seven boys at once during a football team party. She could just remember how it felt to have two dicks in her at once, along with one in her mouth, and one in each hand. She never became the campus slut though because she had showed the boys that she was in control of the sex. It only happened because she wanted it to and if anyone tried to touch her without permission they would get a broken hand for their troubles. She was lucky she enjoyed it because it could have easily gone just like Quinn's experience.
Quinn screaming from Brittany's tongue bringing her to orgasm brought Brittany's mind back to the present. When she could eventually talk about it, Quinn said the rapists had repeatedly told her to keep quiet. So Brittany was proud that Quinn could not only enjoy sex, but also verbally acknowledge her pleasure. Quinn might not have ever fully recovered from the traumas she faced, but at least she wasn't be boxed in by them.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Brittany, oh Brittany, I'm cumming Brittany," Quinn said.
Brittany did not stop plunging her tongue in her stepsister. She had experience from their massages to make Quinn's pleasure last. So she rode the waves of Quinn's climax with her and helped Quinn ride it back down.
Quinn pulled Britt's long hair lovingly as a way of thanking her. Quinn was discovering her body with Brittany's help and, now, Rachel's help also. She was so thankful for showing her what fun sex could be like. She knew thanks to these girls that sex could be gentle. It didn't have to be painful and terrifying. It could be slow and relaxed and fun. She could never repay these two women for their services.
Well, she could never entirely repay them. She did, however, begin a new ritual in her home. Every Friday night, Rachel would be their dinner guest.
to be continued...
So yeah, obviously there will be more positive sexual experiences along the way.