Everything is Perfectly Fine

Keeping her body between you and your older sister Elsie leads Fiona toward the washroom. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up sweet thing."

"Okay Elsie." Fiona says quietly as she allows herself to be lead. She was obviously very happy to be in her sister's arms.

Elsie gives you a look of disappointment that forces you to look away. "Get dressed Jesse. And wash your face, you smell like cunt."

You sigh and nod.

You weren't sure you liked leaving Fiona alone with El. It's not that she had done or said anything, just something about that look in her eyes. But god damn, she caught you with your dick out and uncovered what had happened once you got the helpless Fiona alone...you were feeling pretty damn sheepish around Elsie right now. Once more your berate yourself for not waiting until Fiona was in a better state of mind. You felt like such a creep right now. Guilt crippling your ability to object you slink into your room as your sisters enter the washroom. You hear the door click locked behind them.

You look toward your open door with concern as you throw on some track shorts and a green t shirt. You could just hear the murmur of their conversation though you couldn't make out what was being said. Elsie's voice seemed overly cheerful considering the gravity of what was happening while Fiona's was soft and submissive.

You walk back out into the hall and listen for a time. You hear water start to run then the hiss of the shower come to life. Still the two of them spoke kindly. Maybe you had been wrong about that strange feeling you were getting off of Elsie. Perhaps it was just the surprise of seeing you giving Fiona head as she walked in. Poor El, that must have been a hell of a shock.

You let out a long breath and shake your head. On the one hand you wished El had shown up earlier to stop you from getting carried away with Fiona. On the other you wished she hadn't shown up at all. You and your big sister had been having a wonderful night together and it had just gotten started. Mmmm, you still remember the taste of her and the feeling of her soft body pressed to your and the snug warmth of her pussy.

You approach the bathroom door and listen more closely. It all seemed innocent enough. "Okay sweetie, turn around." "Yes Elsie." "Good girl, now put your arms up. There we go." "Yes Elsie." "Hand me the bath sponge. Thank you." "Yes Elsie." And other such things. El seemed the model of kindness and sisterly concern. You must have been imagining that peculiarly cold look in her eye. You head downstairs and wash your face at the kitchen sink still deep in thought.

El said she was immune. That seemed weird considering both Peg and your mother had picked up the bug. Why would El be different?

You take a long drink of OJ to freshen your mouth then walk to the phone and quickly dial your Aunt's number.

Ringgg. Ringgg. Ringgg.

"Hello?" The terse and impatient voice of Lucy, Peg's assistant, answers the phone.

"Lucy, it's me Jesse."

"Hey kid. Listen, I really don't have time to talk..." You hear maniacal laughter in the background. "Doctor Bailey! Put that away!"

"Er, sorry. Um...Elsie is over here. She says she's immune. She's already had contact with Fiona." You hurry to say.

"Yeah, sure kid. I know." There is a pause. "Oh Jesus, I gotta go. Listen, Elsie seemed fine when she left here. Maybe she didn't have that flu bug, it definitely seems to be the key to this. Your Aunt was coming to the conclusion that once the flu runs its course things should get back to normal. A few days to a week. We'll have to get Fiona back into the lab to restore her physically but..." You suddenly hear a rustling sound. "DOCTOR Bailey!!! Don't touch me ther... Fuck! Helen, stop that! I have to go kid. Just keep your sisters there and don't let them see Chloe. Just...just have everyone stay there. Stay quarantined...shit...unghh..."

"Lucy..."

Click. You are hung up on.

Fuck, sounds like you had it a lot easier here than she did there. You cannot help but wonder what effects this strange thing was having on your Aunt and Mother. You set down the receiver and stand thinking.

"Eeeee!" You hear Fiona's high voice squeal upstairs.

What the hell was happening!? Your heart in your throat sprint back upstairs and race through the hall. Within seconds you are at the bathroom door hammering on it. "Let me in! What's happening in there!?"

After a short pause you hear the door unlock. It slowly swings open. Elsie and Fiona stand at the bathroom sink with towels around their bodies. El stood behind her older sister with a hair brush in hand. They both look at you like a crazy man.

"Uh...everything okay in here?" You ask awkwardly.

"Yeah." Elsie says with a chuckle, amused by your frantic tone. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Fiona smiles adorably, her cheeks had a rosy hue from the sex and the hot shower. "Elsie cleaned me up." You could see right away that Fiona was much more at ease than she had been previously. "She's brushing my hair. She caught a knot. I'm sorry I screamed. I'm sorry I worried you Jesse."

"It's okay Fiona. Please stop apologizing." You say as you let out a breath of relief.

Elsie shakes her head then continues brushing her sister's long wet hair.

"Thank you for cleaning me Elsie. Thank you for being so gentle."

El nods. "Sure Sis. Anything for you." She then lets out a laugh. "You got kind of excited in there, didn't you?"

Fiona giggles. "Yeah, sorry."

El glances your direction. "Hey Jesse, sorry about those things I said. The **** comment. I was...surprised. Fiona told me you didn't do anything that she didn't want."

You let out a breath. "Sure El. You're right though, I should have waited. That wasn't right."

Stroke...stroke...stroke...the brush runs through Fiona's hair in long smooth strokes. Elsie's other hand moves and arranges the hair as she brushes it. "She is very beautiful. I know you've always had a thing for Fiona."

Fiona blushes deeply as you squirm uncomfortably. "El...you're both beauti..."

She shakes her head and flashes you a look to tell you to drop it before you began. "Don't. It's okay. I understand."

Stroke...stroke...stroke...the brushing continues. "Beautiful Fiona." Elsie whispers. "So beautiful."

Stroke...stroke...stroke...the bristles of the brush flow through Fiona's golden locks. Fiona stares into the mirror and joyfully absorbs her sister's attention. Elsie's intense eyes were focused on Fiona. Everything seemed just great, yet something gnawed at you.

Stroke...stroke...stroke...Elsie finishes and steps away to set the brush down. "There we go." El reaches out and gently caresses her sister's soft cheek with her fingers. "Let's get you dressed sweetie."

Fiona nods. "Okay Elsie."

"Can Jesse watch?"

Fiona nods again. "Yes. I would like that."

Elsie smiles warmly at each of you. "Of course you would." She takes her sister around the shoulders and leads her from the washroom. You make way and follow along. Fiona looked so damn happy being held and pampered by her sister, it was downright heartwarming.

Elsie leads you all to her room. "You're so small you're clothes won't fit you hun. Maybe I've got something you can wear."

Fiona grins and lays here head on Elsie's shoulder. "Okay Elsie. I love you Elsie."

El pats her cheek. "Of course you do."

Elsie opens the door to her room. Turning to you she says. "You stay here in the hall. No touchie touchie loverboy, you just watch."

You hold your hands up innocently. "Okay, okay." Crossing your arms you lean against the door frame to watch your sisters get dressed.

El kicks junk and clothes around to make a clear spot on her messy floor for Fiona to stand. "Here ya go, stand here. I'll find you something to wear."

"Okay." Fiona chirps.

"Take off the towel."

Fiona obeys. She removes her towel and tosses it onto the bed. You cannot help but smile as you see her sweet body once more. Out of the corner of your eye you can just make out Elsie watching your reaction. As you turn your eyes toward her however she had already turned away.

Elsie opens her closet and begins to rummage around. "Hmm, let's see. I think I still have some things I outgrew last year. Hmmm."

Fiona stands and very quickly begins fidgeting. Her hands start to clasp and unclasp and you see little twitches in her face.

You say in a soothing tone. "It's okay Fiona. It won't be long." You knew in her current state that she craved to be held or touched at all times. Standing out in the middle of the room by herself was obviously terrifying for her. "It's okay Fiona. Soon, soon." You look toward your little sister. "Hurry El, she doesn't like being alone."

Elsie turns to her sister and watches her tremble. "It hurts to be alone, doesn't it Fiona? When you're scared and ****. It's terrible to have nobody there, isn't it?"

Fiona nods.

Elsie has the most peculiar look to her as she just stands and watches her struggling sibling. She finally says. "Do you want me to hug you?"

Fiona nods once more, this time with a tinge of desperation. "Yes Elsie. Please. Hold me?"

El walks over and embraces her scared sister. She whispers something in her hear that you cannot hear. After holding her for over a minute of soft gentle pets and whispers you see Fiona calm right down again. El sure had a way about her. "That's a girl." Elsie soothes with a tender kiss to Fiona's forehead. Fiona sighs joyfully and you watch all tension drain from her body.

El leaves a calm and happy Fiona in her wake to return to the closet. Reaching straight in she pulls out pink and white cotton nightie and spins back to her sister.

The peace on your older sister's expression vanishes in an instant. Fiona's hazel eyes widen with...fear? She sways and almost swoons backward, but she stays put as he had been told. "No!" She gasps softly.

Elsie grins. "Here we are. This should fit nicely." She holds it up in front of her. It did look like it would fit Fiona perfectly. It was a rather plain and comfortable looking nightie. Just past knee length in the hem and with sleeves that run down to the forearm. You have a vague memory of El wearing it earlier in her teens. "This will be perfect."

"I...I...I don't want...that nightie." Fiona whimpers as she shakes her head. The already diminutive Fiona seems to shrink even more. "Not that one. C-c-can I have another one please?"

El's smile only gets wider and more gentle but her eyes...those deep dark eyes...cold as ice.

Elsie says with cool patience. "Sorry sweetie. It's all I have in your size. You have to wear it. No complaining now, you hear me? Don't you complain."

With the look of a whipped puppy Fiona nods obediently and whispers. "Yes Elsie."

"I don't think she likes that one." You say with concern. "Find her another one El."

"Pish!" Elsie waves you off. "She just doesn't like pink. That's all. Isn't that right Fiona? You don't like pink, do you?"

Fiona nods but says nothing.

"I think it will be cute." Elsie smiles brightly.

Without another word Elsie steps forward and slips it over her sister's head. Dressing the stock still Fiona as one might a doll.