Aftermath

You find Anna in the upstairs bathroom, just across from her room. Her face rested on the edge of the toilet seat, and strands of her hair were dipped into the bile-filled bowl. In short: She looks how you feel. You take stock of both her and yourself, and decide a nice warm shower is what you both need.

Shedding your ripped sweats, and soiled undergarments along the way, you turn the water on to a preferred temperature. You then shed your shirt, and help a shell-shocked Anna to undress herself. Before stepping into the shower, you remember to flush the toilet, and wait a couple seconds for the shower to return to the desired temperature.

You shove Anna in head first, in an attempt to soak the puke out of her hair. Once she is sufficiently damp, you get yourself wet enough for a basic wipe-down, and stick her back under the relaxing stream. You rush through soaping up, and decide to only rinse your vagina with the water from the shower. Trying to scrape out your semen from your sore lower bits had the unfortunate side-effect of raising your 'flag' to half-mast. You curse your horrible libido once more, and do your best to ignore your body's natural reaction to stimulation.

Once you are as clean as you think you are going to get, you rinse yourself off, and then turn your attention to washing down Anna, who is still in a state of shock. You do your best to ignore how attractive she had gotten when you weren't looking. The conservative, almost prudish, clothes she wore simply did not flatter this sexy woman your little sister was becoming. Despite your best intentions, you found yourself practically throbbing as it came time to clean Anna inside out. You came to the conclusion that it was best to offer her some options, and caught her attention by tilting her face to look up to yours.

"One last place to clean up. You want me to do it, or do you.." The look on her face is one that tells you she isn't even aware that you're talking to her. You decide to err on the side of hygiene, and rinse her outer lips with the warm shower water. As you accidentally bump her clit, she lets out a soft gasp, that sends your cock bobbing in the air. A couple fingers sliding along her slit, and you think you feel her tremble at your touch.

You slide Anna back under the showerhead, moving quickly now to avoid the rapidly cooling water. Once she is rinsed, you turn the water off, and towel her down. You squat to towel her legs, and here a keening whimper come from above you. As quick as you can manage, you finish drying her, and sit her down on the toilet as she breaks into sobs again. You dry yourself off even faster, and then check to see if the hallway is empty, and thankfully it is.

You grab all the clothes under one arm, and Anna under the other, and shuffle your way back to your room. Anna's still crying, but your luck holds out as Paige is either gone, or doesn't care about what's going on outside her room. Your room is enough of a disaster, that tossing the clothes on the floor doesn't change much. You tuck Anna under the covers, and **** her to drink an entire water bottle, as you finish off one of the half bottles. You triple check the lock on the door this time, before crawling under the covers next to Anna. She buries her head in between your breasts almost instantaneously, and you think you hear a 'I don't wanna be a mom' between her sobs. This inadvertently pins your erection between the two of you, but at this point you could care less. Darkness overtakes you as you finally relent to your exhausted body.