2 - Treatment
Let's recap for a second here: After leaving Clare's office, I went out to look for the pills at the first pharmacy that came across, they were cheap, but I didn't have a penny at the time. The first thing that occurred to me was to talk to Clyde and look for a quick favor or loan. I thought that my friend would have been a little resilient, but Clyde lent me the money as soon as I told him that it was for medicines.
"Health is more important than money, Lincoln…. Although… try to pay me back as soon as you can, I want buy a bike to call my own," were his words.
With the money at hand, I ran back to the pharmacy and it would all have ended there, but… the look that the girl at the checkout gave me when I asked for those pills...
It's the reason why I am now hesitating so much to use them.
A glare of utter disgust, as if she wasn't expecting to see me buying that. The doctor said that this medicine is very strong, so maybe this is something you wouldn't want a kid to take.
"Which reminds me," I took the pill and broke it into four pieces using my teeth. "It worries me a little that this thing will do to me ... well, a single dose shouldn't hurt me either. I'll stop if something wrong happens anyway."
I swallowed the pill and lay on the bed for a while. It was still six in the morning, which gave me time to rest and let the medicine take effect.
"What are those pills for?"
I was so quickly startled by my sister's unique way of appearing out of nowhere that I was unable to give voice to the scream I let out. Which made my omen sound like a ghost's respite.
"Lincoln, I love how you manage to evoke the essence of the dead, but don't change the subject."
"I-" my breath failed me so I paused for a moment to take a breath, "good heavens, Lucy one of these days you'll end up killing me..."
"I will make sure to accompany you to the afterlife if you ever perish because of me."
I frowned at her, "just stop scaring me like that," I said before looking at the door behind her, the lock was still on, "And how the hell did you get in?" I asked, noticing her again and then realizing the absence of her pants, "no, wait, more importantly, where are the rest of your pajamas?"
"I have my methods of moving around at night ..." she replied as his hands slowly pulled on her blouse, "and this ... well, I feel more comfortable with you like this."
Her panties were exposed, a purple that glowed in the darkness of my room and that blinded me from the rest of the world. I was literally unable to focus, as if something else took over my senses whenever I saw my sisters' bodies exposed.
Inside the trance I couldn't assimilate my idea, but I knew beforehand that, like it or not, I was going to end up enjoying what I did ... that was what I feared the most...
But…
This time it was different, and as I felt my hand being caressed and my body moving back to the bed, I noticed that my senses were not as atrophied as in the previous times.
As I sat down, I lost sight of the garments and skin that chained me; and little by little, I began to notice the rest of the panorama. Lucy was on top of me, her shirt on the floor and her firm breasts exposed.
"Lucy what are you doing?" I asked, an act that stopped my sister in her tracks. Her position hunched over and her head jerked to the side. When I didn't get an answer, I asked again, "I asked you a question, what were you doing?"
"A- ahm , nothing," she said, her tone almost imperceptible, "I just wanted to sleep with you for a bit ..."
Her reaction was alien to the Lucy I knew, or at least the usual one. The only times I've seen her this nervous has been when I find something about her that she's not proud of.
"Okay by me, but let's keep our shirts on," I said before laying down with her on the bed. The doctor's words echoed in my head, reminding me that I had to stay away from these kinds of situations. But I didn't find the strength to push Lucy away at that moment.
However, I had gotten the strength to react before she did something else with me; the meds were doing their thing. I lowered my head and saw Lucy clinging to my chest, her legs and arms encircling my body.
Her warm and smooth skin no longer incited any impure feelings within me, and that gave me a certain confidence, even thou she didn't put her shirt back on.
It didn't matter anyway, she seemed to enjoy the moment for being something adorable, even wholesome… Even though Lucy doesn't usually get along with those words.
To add one more level of affection to everything, I decided to stroke Lucy's head for a while… at first her body became tense, but after a couple of strokes she began to go along.
"This… is better than I had imagined…" she said, this time in her usual tone of voice.
Before I knew it we both fell into Morpheus's arms and I only woke up again when the sun zipped through my bedroom's window and lightened up the entire room.
Although trying to get up was not an easy task, my body was still being hostage by Lucy's claws, and every time I tried to get rid of her it seemed that she only tightened her grip on me...
Lucy raised her head to me and squeezed her body against mine, "Come on, Linc. Can we stay like this a little while longer? It's Sunday anyway …" she said before rubbing her face into my shirt.
I was about to scold her, but just then our mother's voice was heard throughout the house.
"Kids, breakfast is ready!"
Saved by the bell I thought before imagining myself doing a victory dance. "You heard mom, it's time to eat."
Lucy released her hold and gave up with an audible, "sigh."
Now finally free, I got up and got my clothes out of the closet before running to the bathroom. Something inside me was bombarding me with energy; it was crystal clear, the medicine did its job. I could control myself and thus stop the assaults of my sisters.
Of course, I wasn't going to make it easy for the rest of my sisters, if I were to stay then more sooner than later my older sisters were going to find a way to catch me. Which brings me to my current situation, in one of my neighbor's yard, cleaning other people's garbage for more money. It'll be useless to heal me if I do not heal them as well, so better get all money I can for those sessions.
The quickest way for a boy my age to get that money is by doing the work my neighbors don't want to do. Things like cleaning sheds, backyards and garages, mowing the lawn, taking care of their pets.
That last point is the one that I like the most of all, because I don't get to do it alone, Clyde put himself in the position of providing his services for a small fee. We agreed to meet in the park today, and as usual, he was the first to arrive.
On either side of Clyde's body were two dogs, making a total of four. In my case I only care for three, all of them using orange ribbons on their necklace.
"Hi Lincoln, you were earlier today," he said before handing me a bottle of orange juice that he had by his side and I hadn't seen.
I took the bottle without hesitation twice and chugged half of it down, "Thanks friend, I needed that," I exhaled with joy, "I think I'm finally getting used to these jobs, it takes me less time to finish the sloppy ones."
"That makes me happy, any work experience is good as long as you are in a healthy environment," he said with a raised finger, confident of the truth in his words. "Although ..." his confidence dropped for a moment, finger included, and added, "I'm worried Lincoln, why are you trying so hard to get more money? And the medicine..."
I gave back the bottle, "there are some things happening in my life, Clyde. But don't worry, I'll be fine."
"I hope so. Even still, if you need a friend to talk to, you can always count on me."
I petted one of the dogs out of inertia, my face too weak to avoid smiling at my friend's kindness, "Thanks Clyde, but I'm not ready to talk about it just yet. For what it's worth, I feel better today, a lot better actually."
"That means the treatment works!" he exclaimed with joy, which made the dogs react in the wrong way, the next thing I heard from him was a cry for help. The dogs were running in droves throughout the park and Clyde was now flying and bouncing off the ground every once in a while as the animals ran from side to side.
The rest of the morning went unnoticed, between my attempts to help Clyde and the time it took us to bathe all the dogs and return them to their owners, Clyde's clock now read three in the afternoon, which meant that there was still plenty of time for us to play.
We went to the mall on his parents' bike and with the tips left over from our work we played for three hours in the arcade. By the time we got back to his house it was already six in the afternoon and my body was crying out for a bath and a good nap, so I said goodbye to him and started walking back to my house.
Apart from the fact that I only spent a few hours at home, I could say without a doubt that the medicine was working well. The morning hours were easy to handle, and when I returned in the afternoon I did not feel any ill intention in my sisters.
The only thing out of the ordinary so far were Lola and Lana. Usually when we watch TV each one takes her place on the couch, but tonight the two of them decided to snuggle with me, one on each side.
And well… there's the fact that Lana hasn't stopped caressing my stomach under my shirt… and that I can clearly hear her sniffing at me…
Okay, better stop this before it gets worse.
"Lana, stop it with the sniffing. It feels weird," I told her trying not to sound too upset.
She looked at me in a way that I have only seen in the white rabbit magazines that my parents keep in their closet, whatever was coming was not going to be easy to deal with, "Sorry Lincoln, you smell so good ... "Her tone was slow and seductive," God I love this," she added before pressing her nose to my side and taking a deep breath.
"Linky…" I turned my head towards Lola, who had inadvertently sat on my crotch, "we should take a bath if you want to get rid of Lana."
Suddenly I felt a lightbulb come on in my head, "that's it, a bath!" I exclaimed before returning Lola to the couch and rushing out of the room.
"Lincoln, wait!" Lana yelled.
"Lisa said we have to share the bathroom!" Lola followed, both a few meters away from me.
Yeah sure… as if I were to believe that, I thought on my way up the stairs, laughing at the crazy things the twins said.
And then I ran into Lori and Leni, both with their towels in hand, their eyes watching down on me… I can't explain how small and helpless I felt at that moment.
"Thanks for letting Lincoln know, girls, but it's literally the two of us who should share the bathroom with him today," Lori said, her hands constantly rubbing her arms as she stared at me.
"Don't worry, like, you'll have your turn too," added Leni, whose gaze in contrast was more loving and less the one of a predator.
No matter how good those pills are, it is impossible for them to save me from what those two will do to me...
You may be wondering how did I managed to get out of that situation, I know because I asked myself the same question… seems like none of us got an idea at the end…
With my head looking down at the ground, were my hopes rested in peace, I resigned myself and went to my room in search of my towel. Upon arrival I noticed that unfortunately for me I had left the pills in my wardrobe... and one of the parts that I had cut was missing.
And I thought this would be a good day...
I returned to the corridor and saw my two older sisters enter. I like that phrase that says that you have to give face the bad weather with a smile, and it's easy for me to think that everything has a solution... but...
The fact that the bathroom door gave me the creeps by just looking at it...
The fact that my blood rushed down to places that I didn't want to…
And that my hand couldn't stop shaking when I went to touch the doorknob…
It made me wish for this martyrdom to just end, that something could just magically occur before the feeling deep within me became stronger…
The feeling of wanting…
No... no Lincoln, everything will be fine. Just stay strong. You can get out of this...
We can get out of this, I told myself, but that didn't make my hand stop shaking.