„I'm sure that there are things you don't tell me either."
He was standing in the middle of the street, dressed in his C-Sec uniform, holding his green blanket.
People were walking around, but nobody paid attention to him. He could not make out faces; it seemed as if the whole crowd was just a medley of colors flowing around. It didn't bother him.
The crowd started to slow down, and eventually a small circle formed not far away, as if there was something interesting in the middle. Curious, he stepped closer.
Inside the circle, wearing only a white towel around her body, laid Jane.
He dropped his green blanket and jumped right to her, pushing away some faceless bystanders. As he fell to his knees, Jane turned her face towards him and grabbed his hand.
„What happened?" he asked, his voice shaking.
Jane shook her head,a tear appearing in the corner of her eye.
„Why, brother?" she asked, as blood started oozing out of her nose and mouth „Why?"
Panic flooded his brain as he took her into his arms. He wanted to call for help, but instead he cried out like a wounded animal, as her blood stained his hands and clothes.
„Please" she whimpered, her hand searching for his face.
He stared at her, unable to speak.
Blood everywhere.
He felt someone standing right behind him, but before he could turn around, he got shot in the head.
John woke up with a start, gasping for breath. As he sat up he grabbed the edge of the night stand so he could feel something solid under his palm. His whole body was shaking.
"John?!"
Jane nearly tore a hole in the door frame as she entered his room.
John was so disoriented that he instantly jumped out of his bed.
"W-What?!" he asked, louder than he intended to.
"Why did you shout?!" Jane asked in a startled voice.
"Shout? M-Me?" he stuttered, still trying to assemble his thoughts.
"You!" Jane cried out and grabbed his hands. "I could hear you from my room!"
The pictures of his nightmare came to his mind in such a rush that he almost fell to his knees. He looked Jane in the eyes, then pulled her into his arms and buried his face into her hair.
Speechless from the momentarily shock, Jane hugged him back. They stood like that for a while, as nothing broke the silence but John's ragged breathing.
"Please tell me what's going on" she finally said.
I don't know.
Suddenly, John let go of her and stepped to his window. The streets were busy as always, but he didn't care much about the view.
As he pushed his left arm against the glass, he looked back at Jane. The lamps weren't on, but because of the opened shutters, there was enough light in the room.
Jane was wearing a short-sleeved, black nightgown that ended just above her knees. It made her look pale. Paler than usual. She began to wring her hands.
She's worried… or frustrated…
John turned back to the window and pressed his forehead against it. The cold glass felt really good at that moment.
You should say something.
"I… I had a… nightmare, I guess," he said, trying to appear more relaxed "I don't remember shouting. I'm sorry for waking you up."
"I wasn't sleeping," said Jane, folding her arms.
"You weren't?" asked John as he glanced at her. "How much time passed since I left your room?"
"An… hour, I guess. I was… watching vids about elephants-"
"Elephants?"
"Yes, elephants. I really like them, they are smart and cute." She stepped closer to him. "What happened in your nightmare?"
John didn't want to hear that question. And he didn't want to answer it either.
"Did it have anything to do with me?" asked Jane. She demonstrated her perseverance by leaning against the window.
Why does she have to be so clever?
"Hey, look at me," Jane demanded.
He looked at her. He shouldn't have done so. He noticed the bruise on her hand again, and as a result, the image of her dream version popped into his mind. The sight created a heavy ball in his stomach, and he had to pool together every resource in his body to appear relaxed.
"Yes, you… yes." he answered finally.
"I see," said Jane and she looked out the window. "Well, this day is really messed up."
"Yeah."
Why does she have to be like this?
"But… you're okay, right?" Jane asked. "I mean… physically."
"Yeah."
No, he wasn't. The stone in is stomach made him feel pretty uncomfortable.
"I'll be okay," said John. "You can go."
"I don't want to leave you like this," said Jane. "You look like you're sick."
That's because of you. And the dream version of you that is fucking dead.
"But uh… okay," she continued after a short pause, as she took a step back, "I'll be in my room… come over if you need anything."
He saw something in her eyes.
Fear? Embarrassment?
She turned away and started walking towards the door.
Now she thinks you're mad…
He realized that he didn't want Jane to leave. The images of his dream flashed through his mind again and his heart skipped a beat.
"Jane wait… shit." He didn't even want to open his mouth, but the words just came out.
Jane stopped and turned back.
"What is it?" she asked with a worried expression.
John buried his face into his palms. As the threat of being alone ceased to exist, he realized again that he did not know what to say.
This makes no sense.
Maybe I'm going mad.
"John… ?"
Jane was there the next second and grabbed both of his arms, gently trying to make him raise his head. He gave up and gazed into her begging eyes.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I… it was just… it was really bad, I don't want to…"
Jane placed her palm on his bare shoulder. Her hand was cold as ice. Or maybe his body was in a fever.
He clenched his fist and looked back at the window.
"Maybe you're having a panic attack?" she asked.
"I don't know how that feels like." he answered.
He was starting to be ashamed of the whole situation. What kind of adult freaks out like this over a bad dream?
„It feels… bad. Like as if you're going to die." Jane said, her expression worried.
„In that case, maybe I am having a panic attack." he said.
This isn't getting any better.
"It will pass, but it takes some time" she tried to reassure him, gently stroking his shoulder. „I can make some tea if you want." she added.
„I really appreciate that you're trying to help, but I don't think that would."
He could feel his brain straining. The relief he felt when he saw her right after he woke up turned into nervousness. He really wanted to move, to do something, but gravity seemed to be chaining him to the window again.
He wanted Jane to be there, yet her presence disturbed him for some reason.
You're not making any sense.
Jane let go of his shoulder and leaned against the window again.
"I had a panic attack a few months ago, and drinking tea helped," she shrugged, „and a walk.. and then food."
"You never told me about that". John said, disapprovingly.
„It happened during field practice and it was reeeaaally embarassing." Jane blurted out as her cheeks turned red again. She looked away, clearly not fond of the memory. „I'd rather not elaborate, but… it passed."
„Now I'm more worried about you" John shook his head, his own unease subsiding. He assumed that Jane would tell him about something like that.
„No, please, it wasn't that much of a big deal" she protested, holding up both of her hands. „And as I've said, it was embarassing enough, I didn't want any more people to know about it."
„I thought I was the one person you could tell anything" John said with slight disappointment in his voice.
I'm being an asshole.
Jane's cheeks turned even more red, but he couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarassment. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes for a few seconds before speaking again.
„I'm sure that there are things you don't tell me either." Her tone was calm, but slightly offended.
John's heart skipped a beat as he looked Jane in the eyes.
There isn't enough air in this room.
„Even if I wanted to…." he mumbled, not sure how he wanted to continue.
Jane raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
He regretted mumbling anything.
„I… everyone has secrets."
Jane gave him the „no shit" look, but her expression quickly changed to embarassed again.
„Sorry, I didn't mean to…" she sighed, „I know that… I would trust you with my life, John." Her lips curved upwards as she finished the sentence.
A warm feeling spread from John's chest to the other parts of his body.
„I love you more than anything, Jane."
As the words left his lips, his body suddenly felt very heavy.
That was so cheesy.
But true.
Jane's eyes widened for a second, as if she was suprised by his confession, and the redness that was slowly fading from her cheeks returned again.
She smells like cherries.
„I feel the same way." she murmured, looking up at him with affection in her eyes.
The window they were both leaning against started to feel uncomfortably warm.
He smiled at her and absent-mindedly caressed her cheek with his right hand.
She grabbed his hand but did not push it away.
They stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity, until John's face started burning and the tension building in his chest became unbearable.
And yet, neither of them looked way.
Does she…
Do I...
A decision formed in John's mind, one that was both terrifying and exciting.
One that risked everything.
He grabbed Jane's arms and gently pushed her against the window.
She gasped and let go of his hand. Her eyes widened in suprise as she looked up at his face.
He expected to see fear in her eyes. He expected her to ask what he was doing.
But neither happened.
She didn't move, she didn't say anything.
He realized that there was only one thing he wanted to do that moment.
One, insane desire that could have eased the tension.
And maybe ruin everything.
He observed Jane's flushed cheeks and slightly opened lips for a few seconds.
Need.
He slowly grabbed her chin with his right hand and kissed her.
She kissed back.
This can't be happening.
But it was.
The sweet flavour of Jane's lips filled his mouth. Blood rushed into his head, burning his skull from the inside.
As the kiss slowly ended, the remains of his conscience charged him.
This is madness. She is your sister.
Her face was only a few inches away from his, thus he glared straight into her eyes.
Eyes filled with desire.
A different voice entered his mind.
She is not your sister…
Her body was trembling.
She never was…
Her palms were suddenly on his chest.
She wants you…
His left hand grabbed her waist and pulled her even closer.
And you want her…
She was still there. She shouldn't have been.
Others don't matter...
There was a battle in his mind, and reason was losing against lust.
Stop. Stop before it's too late.
Jane grabbed the back of John's neck and pulled him back for another kiss.
Reason vanished and only the lust remained.
John's tongue slowly found its way through Jane's tender, yet demanding lips. He let go of her chin, and slammed his palm on the window.
There's no turning back from here…
Then, he grabbed her thighs and picked her up. She gasped again and wrapped her hands around his neck to stay on him. He turned around and walked to his bed with her.
She did not protest.
A few seconds later Jane was laying on the green blanket with John over her.
He kissed her again.
Her hands were on his shoulder already; she didn't want to let him go, not even for a second.
He could feel her right leg scouring his body. He lifted his right hand from the bed and moved his hand up her thigh.
More…
He tore his lips away from hers, then moved down and kissed her neck. Then, he bit the spot he had kissed. She moaned and clenched on his shoulder. His mouth wondered to the other side of her neck.
Delicious.
After a dozen of kisses on her neck, his mouth slid down to her cleavage.
Jane's implants flared up, creating a faint blue aura around her for a few seconds. It made John's body tingle. Suddenly, she pushed him away and rolled on him.
She sat on his hip and placed her palms on his chest to gain balance on top of him. She straightened up and looked down on him.
She gazed at him in a way she never did before.
She never ran her fingers through his naked chest before, never admired the muscles on it before…
He let her enjoy herself.
After thoroughly exploring his upper body, she leaned down to kiss him. He grabbed her ass and she bit his lower lip in return.
She stopped kissing after a few seconds and crawled lower on him, scouring around his shoulder with her lips. John hissed.
The waves of joy aroused him unbearably. He couldn't just lie under Jane any longer.
He gently pushed Jane away as he sat up and grabbed her hips to keep her in his lap. His hands slipped under her black nightgown, then he slowly pulled it off her. The feeling of their naked bodies nuzzling together for the first time made every inch of their skin goosebumpy.
More…
John clasped Jane's waist with one hand and dag into her hair with the other really slowly. He bit her neck again and she moaned, then he kissed her again. He just couldn't get enough of her.
He loosened his hold of Jane. She used the opportunity and slid her right palm down on his body until it ended up on his crotch. There, she slowly started stroking…
He groaned and let her do it, but he couldn't bear it for long. After a few seconds, he pushed her back on the blanket and climbed over her again.
More, more, more…
He placed a hot kiss on her neck again, then he started to move down on her, leaving kisses all over her precious body.
He lingered on her breasts and her bellybutton for a while longer, which she appreciated with soft little moans.
Eventually, he encountered the last remaining piece of cloth on Jane; her black panties. His hand hesitated a bit, sliding down on the inner side of her thigh at first, but then changed its way and slowly wondered under the small piece of silky fabric.
Jane gave a soft squeal of delight and grabbed John's other hand.
Three of his fingers disappeared under the black panties as he slowly caressed her most sensitive part. Her knees started shaking as he crawled lower and kissed her thigh where he touched before, then ran his tongue over it. His fingers moved further, until he felt what he wanted to feel.
She really wants you…
He looked up and saw her glancing down at him, biting her lips.
He rose up and removed her underwear. He let it fall on the ground and looked down on her.
Fuck.
She was so beautiful. So sweet, as she laid there, breathing heavily, her fingers clenching on the blanket.
His blanket.
He slowly crawled back on her. As his face got in line with Jane's, she let go of the blanket and placed her palms on his neck.
Stop right now. Get up and leave.
No.
He didn't want to. He couldn't.
Her body was begging him with every muscle to continue and his own body was very much willing to do so.
It didn't matter who they were…
Her hand slided down along his back. She stopped at his hip for a second, then her fingers wondered under his slacks.
Nothing mattered.
MORE.
John pushed his pants lower, then leaned back on Jane and placed his left hand beside her to bear his own weight.
He kissed her softly once again and gripped her thigh hard with his right hand, digging into her flesh.
A faint scream left her lips as he pierced in.
Amongst the whirl of pleasures that clouded his brain, he looked up and gazed right into her big green eyes. Her knees closed on his hips, encouraging him to continue.
He started to move, gently.
As their bodies joined in rhythm, he closed his eyes. She wrapped her hands around him and she started to slightly move her hips, pushing them against his hips.
It was driving him crazy.
Their slow, passionate dance gradually became more intense. John moved his head and his teeth met her neck again. Jane gasped and moaned and her nails dag so deep into the skin on his back that he hissed.
He started to move harder.
Unbearable…
Minutes passed, but he lost his sense of time. He only felt Jane, he only heard Jane and he only cared about Jane.
All her tiny motions.
Her luscious moans.
Their bodies straining against each other.
Whenever his moves became harder, her nails left red marks on his skin.
If he slowed down for a bit, they kissed. They bit each other's lips so hard it almost drew blood.
He sat up on his knees, grabbed Jane by her thigh and pulled her down, pushing inside her again. He kept his left hand on her thigh to hold her in place while he moved, and licked his right thumb and started circling her clit. Her delightful moan assured him that he was doing the right thing.
Soon, he could feel her squirming around him. She gasped as her whole body contracted and she grabbed his hands, pulling him back on her.
He obeyed, and as she locked her legs around his hips he thrust hard again, making her scream.
Tension was building up in him quickly, and he buried his face in Jane's neck, letting out muffled groans.
Pleasure flooded his whole body as he reached his peak, after which he gradually slowed down until his movement ceased.
They laid there, glued to each other for a minute, panting and shaking.
Finally, John carefully got off Jane, and pulled his pants back on. Using up his remaining strength, he made a half-successful attempt to drag the blanket on themselves, then he just slumped onto the bed and closed his eyes.
She was right.
This day is really messed up.
His brain slowly shut itself down.