A lot was on her mind that evening. So much so that she couldn't read her book. With a sigh, Susan closed the latest novel she was trying to read. She didn't know what was up with herself lately. The thing is, she couldn't stop thinking about her cousin. She felt...differently about her than before and she could not explain it. With the thought of the FanFic Critic on her mind, Susan decided to see what she was doing. It was awfully quiet next door. Susan knew that the FanFic Critic was supposed to be reviewing a fanfic. That thought immediately made her get up and cross the room. She needed to make sure that everything was okay.
When she opened the door that led to the hallway that connected their bedrooms, Susan stood still to listen for any noises. Silence. Without a second thought, Susan closed her own door and crossed the short hallway. She gripped the door handle to her cousin's room and pressed her ear up against the door, just to be sure. Again, she heard silence. She quickly opened the door and looked down to her right. The FanFic Critic was slumped over her desk. Susan felt a mixture of panic and anger wash over her. She dashed over to her cousin and placed her hands on the FanFic Critic's shoulders. They felt warm, which calmed Susan a bit. She carefully moved her hand below her cousin's chin so she could feel if there was a gash in her cousin's neck. Warm, smooth skin and a soft pulse from below the skin met her fingers. Susan sighed in relief.
"Thank god. For your own sake and my own, I'm glad that this scene wasn't what I thought it was," Susan said to the slumped over figure before her. Susan knew her cousin was unconscious. She didn't know why immediately until she heard a soft snore. The FanFic Critic was sleeping. Susan, baffled, decided to check the computer screen to see what the fanfic was. She read the first few paragraphs before stopping. If she had read anymore, she would've fallen asleep as well. Susan turned her attention to the camera that was still on and recording.
"As you can clearly see, the FanFic Critic fell asleep due to how boring this fanfic is. She's the FanFic Critic and I'm Susan. She reads it, you listens, and she needs to go to bed!" With that said, Susan reached around the camera and turned it off. She didn't know if her cousin was going to bother making an episode with the footage. Frankly, at the moment, she didn't care. She was just relieved that her cousin had merely fallen asleep and had not killed herself.
"Come on, dearie, wake up," Susan said warmly as she gently shook her slumbering cousin. With a groan of annoyance, the FanFic Critic woke up. She looked a bit confused when she saw her laptop and the camera in front of her. It was then that she realized that Susan was there with her. Susan still had a firm grip on her shoulders.
"Uh...wh-what happened?" The FanFic Critic asked, almost fearfully. She really hoped that she didn't do what she thought she did.
"Well, it seems that you were reviewing a fanfic. The fanfic was so boring that you wound up falling to sleep." The FanFic Critic sighed in relief.
"Oh, thank god! I was worried for a second there!" She exclaimed as she got to her feet. Susan still had a hand on the FanFic Critic's shoulder, who hadn't seemed to notice.
"So was I," Susan replied softly. She felt the FanFic Critic tense up slightly under her grip, "Come. Let's get you off to bed," Susan said quickly to change the subject. The FanFic Critic nodded and started to undo her jacket. Susan got behind her cousin and helped her take off the jacket when she saw that the FanFic Critic was having trouble.
"Thanks," the FanFic mumbled in a tired tone. Susan nodded at her as she draped the black blazer over the office chair.
"How are you feeling?" Susan asked. The FanFic Critic turned to look at Susan. She had already taken off her shirt. Susan, who usually was unphased by seeing her cousin in her bra, blushed and quickly turned her attention to her own hands. The FanFic Critic didn't seem to notice.
"Better. Ever since you gave me that massage the other night, I've been feeling less sore," Meg replied as freed her massive breasts from their prison. Susan, who chose the wrong time to look up, immediately averted her gaze to her hands again. She didn't know why seeing her cousin's breasts was getting her so flustered and...no. She brushed the thought away and, with as much willpower as possible, brought her gaze back up to meet her cousin's.
"Great! I'm glad that worked," Susan paused, "...would you like me to give you another one?" When Susan asked this, the FanFic Critic was pulling her pajama pants on. She was still topless. Susan had to avert her gaze once again.
"You don't have to, Susan. I don't want to be a bother."
"Nonsense! If giving you a massage every night helps you heal faster, then I will happily give you one. Besides, it's because of me that you're in pain to begin with. When you're fully dressed, lie down on your bed." The FanFic Critic kept her gaze on Susan for a moment before she pulled her nightshirt over her head. She tried not to show that she was in pain when she did that but when she looked at Susan after getting the shirt on successfully, she knew by the look on Susan's face that she had noticed. With a sheepish half smile, the FanFic Critic made her way over to the bed. She gingerly laid down on her stomach. When she was settled, Susan got onto the bed and knelt over her cousin with one knee on each side of her cousin's thigh.
"This time, I will applying the massage on bare skin. If that's okay, that is..."
"That's fine," the FanFic Critic replied. Susan took a breath, feeling a bit shaky. She took the FanFic Critic's shirt and carefully lifted it until it was bunched up by her cousin's shoulders. She then placed her hands on the FanFic Critic's shoulder blades and began to gently massage her. The reaction from the FanFic Critic was immediate. She seemed to melt under Susan's touch. With her heart pounding in her ears, Susan slowly worked her hands down her cousin's back. When they found their way to the FanFic Critic's lower back, Susan used her thumbs to massage in small circles. She knew this spot was the most sore from the "phase pistol" incident. So, Susan was determined that it got the most attention during these sessions. There was no protesting from the FanFic Critic. In fact, she was perfectly content with having this particular part of her back being massaged.
"Yeah...I-I could accept this being done every night...ah..." the FanFic Critic moaned softly. Susan smiled at this comment. Her cousin's feedback was making her feel less flustered from before.
"Then it shall be," Susan replied. She slowly started to work her hands back up her cousin's exposed back. After a minute, her hands were back up at the shoulder blades. It was then that she started to gently run her nails up and down the FanFic Critic's back. The result was to Susan's satisfaction. The FanFic Critic was completely relaxed below her. She would moan in pleasure every now and then. Susan continued to do this for a few minutes before going back to massaging her cousin's lower back. This went on for thirty minutes. And, like the last massage, the FanFic Critic was fast asleep by the time Susan was done.
Satisfied, Susan carefully pulled the FanFic Critic's shirt back down. She then slowly tugged the blanket that was beneath her sleeping cousin. When she got it free, she draped it over the FanFic Critic. Again, she noticed that the FanFic Critic's hair was up. It was in a bun this time, so she would have to be careful about getting it undone. Slowly, she worked her fingers into the bun, loosening the hair to form a ponytail. She then worked the hair tie down the length of the ponytail to get it free. Susan placed the hair tie on the night stand. She then turned her attention back to her sleeping cousin. The FanFic Critic looked really peaceful. This made Susan happy. This also made Susan feel...odd. Without being fully aware of what she was doing, Susan gently brushed a strand of hair out of the FanFic Critic's face. Her thumb lingered on her cousin's cheek for a moment before she abruptly pulled it away.
What the bloody hell am I doing?!
Susan's heart was pounding as she stared down at the FanFic Critic. She didn't know what was going on with her. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. Shaking her head to clear her mind, Susan turned the light off and retreated to her own room to get some rest.