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"Leave her"
She said the words, she didn't ask them. Her voice was soft and soothing, lulling me in to a sense of security. Like leaving Tammy would ease the world of all it's burdens. I looked down at her, my head and heart struggling to recalibrate the scale of reasoning I had rooted to my morals. Both sides took turns outweighing each other until Mabel whispered to me, crushing the scale in to oblivion
" We don't need anyone else" Her words were loud between us, carrying far beyond her physical volume. "It'll just be us again. I promise."
Having no control over it, I sobbed. It was a deep guttural sound. Her words ripped it from me, wrenching away the locks I had placed on my pain. Years of turmoil, exposed and left raw to the elements as she lay beneath me, calm as could be. I lifted one hand from the mattress by her head and brought it to my hair, tugging on the thick brown hairs at the crown of my head as I tried to regain my grip.
My sister, whom was all I wanted from life, was here with me. No barriers, no boundaries and no fear. The person I spent my whole life with had been severed from me by an involuntary desire and kept at bay by a power that was not our own. She was now here with me, noone to take her away. All I could think off were the years I'd spent mourning our bond, only to discover it was still there and stronger than I ever anticipated.
Hot, stinging tears leaked from my eyes and I clenched them shut. A heavy round droplet felt from me on to her, splashing on the pillowy slope of her left breast right above her heart. Mabel brought touched the spot, and curled her fingers. She shook her head sympathetically, never taking her eyes off me. Mabel used the corner of an over hanging sheet to blot away tears collecting on my cheeks and brushed the hand in my hair away.
She rubbed the strands with much more gentle fingers, smoothing them down back on to my skull. She kissed my lips ever so gently, bringing her other hand up to wrap around my shoulder. The heel of her foot pressed down on my lower back, bringing my pelvis closer to her. The head of my penis brushed her intimate lips and I retracted my hips away, snapping them backwards.
"Not like this" I sobbed, ashamed of myself for breaking down. "I won't take you like this."
"Just like this is fine" she told me, bringing me back in close. "Love me just like this"
Bringing my head to hers, she rested our foreheads together as we kissed. My erection brushed her again and Mabel kept me close, encouraging me to enter her. I slid in, feeling her walls tighten around me like glove as I penetrated her slowly. The wonderful feeling off her calmed me down, enough that my sobs didn't shred my vocals apart anymore. I breathed her in deeply, relishing the paradise I'd finally found.
She responded me to wonderfully, sighing as I pressed in to her. The only resistance I faced was the barrier inside her.
"You're a …" I mumbled, voice recovering from crying.
I suspected Mabel was still virginally intact but after her behavior it left some doubt. By no means would it have changed my opinion of her in any way if she had slept with someone else, but feeling her hymen trying to keep me out struck me with a feeling of amazement. My sister had saved herself, and was offering herself to me.
"Does it bother you?"
She looked so worried all of a sudden, her confidence fading. She pulled her chest in to herself, shifting to one side unsurely. She didn't want to hide herself from me but she couldn't totally fight off the reflex. We were still connected between our legs and she breathed somewhat laboredly, ancy with anticipation.
"It doesn't bother me at all."
I put my hands under her, palms facing up against curve of her back. I pressed her up slightly as I pushed in to her, hating myself for the tearing sensation I knew she could feel. I tried moving in as smoothly as possible to prevent any unnecessary pain. Touching her earlier helped tremendously because she was slippery inside, making the penetration easy.
I tore her hymen and every muscle in my body clenched with hers when she tightened up from the pain. I felt horrible but we both knew it would happen. Her fingers dug in to my shoulder and skull, bones pressing down on bone, and her thighs squeezed my hips. I couldn't take back the discomfort for her, so I stayed perfectly still.
Her thighs loosened around me and she told me what she wanted. Still breathing heavily, she held me closely, and I moved. I moved inside her carefully, all too aware of her trembling. My thrusts were inexperienced and sloppy as I tried finding a way to move without hurting her anymore than she already was. My concern for her the only thing desensitizing me enough to curb my finish from happening.
Gradually Mabel's entire body relaxed and she spread her legs wider and towards her chest a little. She was giving me more room to move. Seeing her no longer in pain cut the worry away and I started taking in the way she really looked. Lifting my head from hers, I watched her breasts move with her body and her hair spill around her. It was beautiful, the way she basked in the pleasure she was giving me.
Watching her pushed my on coming finale far closer than it had been moments ago. I told Mabel I was too close, trying to pull out. She stopped me with the heel of her foot, it pressed on my lower back again, and pressed me back to her. I struggled, pleading for her to let me pull out. In response she pressed on me hard.
"Dipper" she moaned in my ear, stirring a reaction from me.
She wasn't close to orgasm and she knew I knew that, but she was fine with it. She scooted her bum down a couple inches to lift her entrance for me and I didn't fight it anymore. The hands I had holding her back slid down to the dip of her spine as I moved faster. I became lost in my sister as I felt my end nearing.
I came abruptly as she kissed the hollow of my clavicle, the touch so soft and loving. My hips snapped forward powerfully and I clenched with the quakes of my orgasm, Mabel gasping from the hit of my pelvis on to hers. She 'mm'd approvingly as my seed shot in to her, settling inside her warm and sticky.
Holding her still, I placed her down on the bed gently and laid down next to her. She rolled over it to me as I caught my breath and hugged my chest. Her skin was not nearly as hot as mine was, her warm skin was almost refreshing again me. We laid there together without speaking, letting everything fall to place.
"Dipper, vacations next week."
She mentioned it so randomly that I grunted in confusion. Then I remembered Christmas was around the corner. It was easy to forget during all the stress and chaos, plus Mabel didn't put up any decorations. She'd really toned down after leaving home and I guiltily wondered if it had been for me. High school was gloomy, she probably didn't want to overwhelm me.
"Yeah...I guess it is."
"Did you really forget?" She asked me gently, patting my back with her fingertips, head under my chin. "Mom and Dad are probably going to call soon, see if we're going back for the holidays."
I didn't really want to go back to see our parents, and it wasn't anything against then. Just as I had strained my relationship with my sister, I had done the same with them during my depression. They loved me all the same, mood swings and all, but I just didn't feel the connection anymore. Laying there with Mabel, I didn't want to think about the outside world.
"Are you going to go?" She knew I didn't want to but asked in an attempt to let me know she wanted me to go back home when she did.
"Would you be mad if I didn't?"
"No..."she said truthfully, disappointed in my clear avoidance of her question. "But I'd be sad."
"I can't have that" I would go back for Christmas with her, if only to make her happy. Whether my parents were as thrilled wasn't my concern.
That night Mabel slept in my bed. She'd gotten up to use the bathroom and then came back still naked with a pillow she'd taken from her bedroom. It was a rectangular shaped pillow with a lavender case. It was some sort of memory foam thing she loved and swore by. After clicking off my television still on the game screen, we got in bed the right way with our heads on our pillows.
Mine rested horizontally under my head while Mabel had hers laid vertically so she could rest her head on it and hug the bottom. I held her as she laid on her side with the silly pillow, blissfully comfortable.
I woke up before she did the next morning. Our room was freezing and I wondered if we had forgotten to turn the heat on last night. It was impossible that happened because it was winter, we always had the heat on. Listening closely, I couldn't hear the hum from the heater vent and I tried figuring out what was going on.
The alarm clock on my shelf said it was about five in the morning. I mentally scratched my head, wondering what happened. Mabel was shivering in her sleep, pushing in to me for warmth. I hugged her closer, wrapping the blankets around us tighter. I knew we had the heat on last night, so something was up. As I tried getting comfortable again, someone banged on the door to our apartment.
I got out of bed, climbing over Mabel since I was trapped between her and the wall, and cursed to myself at how cold I was. Goose bumps were blossoming all over my body and I searched for my underwear and shirt. Getting them on, the banging happened again and more followed from what sounded to be down the hall. Mabel woke up as I opened my drawer, yanking on the first pair of sweats I saw.
"Huh, what?" She sputtered, suddenly curling the sheets around her in a cocoon "What's going on. why's it so fricken cold?!"
Pulling on the sweatpants, I told her I was going to go answer the door. I asked her to go to her room just to be safe, and get dressed. As her bedroom door shut, I went to the front door and looked through the peephole, seeing one of the building maintenance men.
"Mornin' " he greeted me, bundled up in jackets, thick gloves and scarf on. "I'm sorry for the wake up call but we received a call an hour ago about the heat. This floor's heating unit is out, and it's cold as the Dickens up here."
I agreed with him, cringing as my bare feet were on the frozen floor.
"Well by order of the owner, we have to distribute space heaters to the apartments. He's having them delivered soon, you can expect one by 6. The warehouse he called has the truck on it's way."
The maintenance man left, moving on to another apartment. I closed the door behind me and locked it, going back down the hall to find my sister. I knocked on her door and she told me to come in, when I entered she was wearing a huge baggy sweater and putting on what appeared to be a second set of leggings with a pair of sweatpants waiting on her bed.
"What did you knock for? It's just us" she put the sweat pants on over the leggings and started going in her sock drawer.
"I was being polite..anyways the heat went to shit sometime this morning on our floor, maintenance is bringing a space heater until they can get the vents working again. "
She put on a pair of thick fuzzy socks and looked at me in horror, spotting my bare feet. She urged me to go put on some socks and slippers, fetching her own from by her bed for herself. I walked away to go do that and she called from her room as I stopped in the bathroom to brush my teeth.
"Put on a sweater too! Oh my lanta it's cold!" She screamed, something falling over in her room. "Our toes are gonna fall off!"
Hearing Mabel spazz out was refreshing and missed. I chuckled to myself, smiling for the first time in a while. As I was in my room putting on some socks and then a sweater, she came in with her own comforter and climbed in my bed. Her big sweater made her look like a lump as she lied down, pulling all the sheets together in a big layer.
I didn't get in with her, waiting for the door to knock again. When it did, I answered it right away and let the maintenance man in. He began following me down the hall, noticing the two rooms,
"Which room is it going in?"
"This one!" Mabel cried from my bed, catching the man's attention. "Put it in here!"
Nodding, he went in to my room and set up space heater while apologizing for the one per home policy the owner had set.. He turned it on, explaining it would warm the room shortly, and told me the owner of building would leave an automated message on the phone when the heating problem was resolved. In a way I was grateful Mabel and I had done what we did last night, knowing that if it hadn't happened her and I would have had a whole different set of issues later on tonight.
Letting the maintenance man out again, it was a little past six in the morning. I got in bed with Mabel and she glued herself to me, not warm enough yet. I was so thankful for it being a Saturday but it was not how I would have preferred to start my weekend. Cold and confused. My sister hugged me and within half an hour the room was comfortable enough that we could afford to kick off some blankets.
"I'm hungry, what are doing for breakfast"
Mabel asked as her stomach growled under the heavy tarp of a sweater she had on. I thought about getting us some cereal from the kitchen, running the idea by Mabel first. Her response was to tell me she wanted the marshmallow one and then kissed me on the nose. I laughed, feeling my face warm up, when my cell phone buzzed on the bedside table.
Looking over at it, Mabel watched it buzz around until picking it up to see who was calling me. She turned the phone over, giving it a nasty look, showing me the caller ID.
"Your ex is really well mannered, calling at 6 in the morning"
"She not my Ex" I corrected Mabel, catching her hurt eyes as I said it. "SHE doesn't know she's my ex yet, remember?"
Smirking in satisfaction, Mabel glanced down at the phone screen. I assumed she would just silence it and set it aside but she answered the call, going as far as to put it on speakerphone. Tammy sounded rough, like she was hung over.
"Hey, I need a ride to the doctors" Tammy complained, sounding like she was in some sort of pain. "Could you come get me?"
" My brother actually can't do that right now. Cuz you know, he's sleeping. Being it's six in the morning and all, thanks for waking me up though"
The attitude Mabel was throwing at Tammy was unbelievable. I'd hardly ever seen my sister cop such passive aggression at anyone before. Her sassy ways were normal, but the pure attitude was totally different.
"Wake him up and give him the phone, I need to go to the hospital."
"Didn't any of your friends stick around last night?"
Tammy wasn't feeling well at all or else she would have snapped at Mabel for the condescending tone. I knew there was actually a problem if she was letting my sister talk to her like that. I took the phone from Mabel very calmly, Tammy not knowing I was there.
"Mabel, if he's mad at me for last night tell him I'm sorry. I really need a doctor-"
I gave a Mabel a very quick, apologetic look. I needed to bring Tammy to the hospital and I knew none of her trashy friends would do it. They were all most likely at their houses or passed out at her place. Telling myself I had to see her anyways to break it off with her, I agreed to come get her. I hung up the phone and my sister didn't look mad. She too was thinking of the promise I made to her as I accepted her body. She trusted I would follow through, and that's what I had to do.