Finger her

The enormity of having had sex with my adoptive-though-she-might-be sister hit me more strongly than any embarrassment at having failed to pleasure her. That was only the icing on the cake to my stupidity. How could I not have considered that not getting the other person off would result in having to get them off, as opposed to letting them stew in their disappointment and then hurt you back later like normal people do? **** or no **** I must have enjoyed it more than was good for me.

I couldn’t be bothered to respond in words to Julie’s obvious request that I finish the job, so instead I grabbed her by the shoulder (gently) and pulled her in close. She melted against me yet again, so I lifted her in the air and put her down on the washing machine, which was the nearest object that I could see through the lingering steam clouding the whole bathroom. As soon as she spread her legs I got down to business. I palmed her pussy, stroked it teasingly through her bush, slid one finger between her thick outer lips.

Meanwhile, and to my horror, my cock twitched to life again. Julie was kissing me, and I wasn’t holding back from reciprocating. I thought I was immune. Well, as the seconds went by her lips tasted more and more of the dreaded chemical of mind doom. I was light-headed, pulled out from the kiss and immediately felt the characteristic draining sensation of every other time I had broken free of the influence. I was not immune, or not quite. Certainly not enough to try anything special...

I redoubled my efforts down below now there was no chance of my using anything other than fingers to assist in my task. I slid inside her, one then two, then upwards of three digits into Julie’s pussy. The moment she appeared ready I went to town on her clit, rubbing it, pushing, pinching it, every possible trick in the book I threw its way. She started kissing me again; I concentrated every fibre I could muster of my will against the mild, then strong wave of pleasure and lust that washed over me. Fortunately before I had a chance to lose myself, Julie neared climax and had to pull away for air.

Breathless, she came in my hand, eyes and head rolling back as her senses overrode her mind. I was in a similar state, though for different reasons. The fight and the drain from escape left me wobbling on my feet even as I continued to hammer her insides and **** her love-nub. The only thing I knew or cared about was this would end soon and I would run away. Run away from the bathroom, run from the City, from the madness, even get offworld, all were confused as one same objective.

Of course I didn’t run from the bathroom. That would be a dead giveaway. I waited for my sister to ride down from orgasm until she could put words together and gave me leave to get on with my day. I washed my hands, washed my face, and left the bathroom with a mind never to return.

If I got dressed, packed my things and set out immediately, I wouldn’t be late for school. However, I would be late. I would be later than I habitually arrived, which was usually a good fifteen minutes before the start of any class. It bothered me. It was the worst possible time, but as I prepared myself to leave the house I started ruminating. I thought of all the tiny things that could go wrong because of the break in my solid habit. Nearly none of them had anything to do with the new social order. I always tended to imagine the thoughts of others toward me, and the idea of how they would be affected by my not being on the grounds before everyone else terrified me, almost more than the idea of people finding out about my unchanged sexual mores. It was visceral.

I was going to go out no matter what because I couldn’t have Mother asking me why I wasn’t at school. She’d tear me a new one and then expect sexual favours. But did I really have to suffer the anxiety of attending school? I could call in sick, that was mine and the school secretary’s business, not anyone in the household. I could get out into town and hang around. That it was cold out wouldn’t stop me. If I did go to school I would deal with both my own problems and the maintenance of a compliant facade amidst all the absolute lunatics.

Even without a decision made I packed my bag with additional supplies to the required equipment for school. I put a portable computer, some food, water, a torch. I prepared my warmest clothing including an old woollen greatcoat. Somehow it had survived the trip from the artisan who copied its centuries old ancestors across the gulf of space from old Earth aboard some trade vessel, all the way to the antiques shop where I found it. It was the only item I owned with the hair of some real animal somewhere in it.

Around 07:34, I came downstairs to the front door. If I decided to go to school, so be it; I had all my school stuff, and if some girl or Carmen singled me out to unleash their sexual desires on me, well, I would let my dick do the work. If that was not meant to be, I had all I needed to get through the day in the shadows, lost in some tavern in the old town or visiting parts of the ramparts not restored for tourist visitation. I could even quest for one of the canals beneath the City. It could only be a few weeks travel to Lacus Solis. On foot that is...