Free as a Bird

Slowly, dimly, you very gradually surface from a deep restful sleep.

You were warm.

You were cozy.

You were content.

A new kind of content. Deep, nourishing, and satisfying. Not the general "life's pretty good right now" sort of contentment but a real happiness that could be felt right down to your core. Simultaneously indescribable and undeniable. You could just feel it permeate your soul.

Without even being fully conscious you smile.

It is then you feel a warm soft breath caress the back of your neck. You feel the strong arm draped over you, holding you tight. You feel the body against your back, breasts pushing into your back and hips pressed into your tush. The subtle spice of a very familiar fragrance dances gently into your awareness. The sound of breathing rising and falling with your own soon follows.

You were on your side, half curled up, with your Goddess' new larger body spooned in behind you. Her body almost seemed to surround you. Her bigger frame now absolutely ideal for embracing you just like this.

HEAVEN!!!

"Mmmmmmm." You hum with a tired yet joyful tone. You reach your hand up to grip hers and pull it even tighter into your chest. You shift and settle back into her powerful body.

"Good morning lover." She whispers.

"Good morning Goddess."

Fiona squeezes you tight and kisses the back of your neck. You lay there glorifying in this moment, your eyes still not open. Finally you turn over to face your Mistress. Wanting her to be your first sight of the day you wait until you are facing her to at last open your eyes. There she was. Her face a near flawless mask of calm control with just enough openness to let you see the deep emotions stirring within her. The morning light peeking in from around the curtain lit her blonde hair up like a halo. Her hazel eyes were wide awake and gazing into you. You wonder how long she had been here. You wonder how long you had slumbered in her arms.

You smack your lips and wet your mouth as you reach up to rub the sleep from your eyes. The moment your hand lowers you are grabbed by the back of the head and treated to a kiss of power and passion. Fiona's tongue plunges deeply, owning the space within your mouth, as her lips press hard into yours.

"Mmmmmmm." You moan meekly. You let your body relax and just let her have you.

When the kiss eventually is let go you let out gasp and wrap your arm around your sister's trim waist to pull yourself in closer.

"Sleep well beautiful?"

You nod and smile. "Mmm hmm. Wishing I was with you though."

She runs her fingers through your hair. "Soon my pet. Soon." She drinks in your beauty as you gaze in awe up at her. "I hear Elsie visited last night."

"Yeah, Zoey too. They...did the things you asked them to do."

She chuckles. "I didn't realize they'd do it while you were still in the hospital. I'm glad they did though. Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes! Thank you!"

"Of course." She kisses your forehead.

Your eyes glance toward the door then back up at your Goddess. You nuzzle in and kiss the bare skin of her chest that peeked out from between the open top button of her red collared shirt. "You made me feel so...so...special. Let me service you. Please. Quick, before the nurse comes."

An amused grin graces your sister's beautiful features. "Service me?"

You nod eagerly. "Let me suck you Mistress. Or eat you out. Anything you want."

Her fingers moving gradually and independently, like a crawling spider, Fiona brings her hand to wrap snugly around your slender neck. You squeak submissively as her grip tightens, her nails digging into your flesh. "You needy little slut!"

"Mmmmmm." You mewl. "Please?"

"You aren't offering that for my service. You're being selfish, aren't you?"

"Please." You beg. God her strength, the way she held your neck, her bombshell body, she was driving you wild. "Please, let me make you feel good." You lick your lips with anticipation. "Let me suck your cock Mistress. Please, please, please. I promise to make you feel so good." Your bargaining was getting you nowhere and you were becoming ever more ****, your voice expressing your rising worry. "I-I-I'll swallow every d-drop, I swear. I won't make any mess at all. I-I-I...uhhhhh...pleaaase?"

"NO!"

You tremble just from the timbre of her stern voice. The seething look in her angry eyes made you positively wilt. You try to lower your eyes to submit to her but she holds your head up to maintain eye contact. In an instant you are reminded that despite her aura of control your Mistress was a mercurial creature. A woman of incendiary passions and powerful emotions. You see your own fearful face in the blacks of her glaring eyes, in them you looked as small and powerless as you felt just then.

"I'm sorry." You say in a tiny voice. You try to nuzzle closer but she holds you at bay. How badly you wanted back in her embrace!

"Who gets rewarded? Do you remember Jesse?"

"G-good boys. Good boys get rewards."

"That is correct. Good boys get rewards and you are being a very...bad...boy!"

You heart damn nearly drops out of your chest. The pain of her disappointment was more than you could bear! "Noooo!"

Her eyes narrow. "Selfish boy!" Her words were a scourge across your fragile new identity. "Selfish, selfish boy! Bad boy!"

"Mmmmmmm!" You whimper and shrivel before her might. "Noooo! I'm sorryyyy!"

With that old intensity of hers she leans in staring straight down into you with a searing power. You weren't sure how much longer you could take this! Whining pules of abject submission escape your constricted throat. Her grip then loosens and her hand glides slowly down your body. Her palm stops over your healing wound. It hovers there a moment. Then, with a tender loving touch she rests her hand over it. Her face softens and her fiery gaze cools. Speaking straight from her heart she says. "Your only concern now is to heal and get healthy. Do you understand?"

You feel your suddenly tense body relax once more as you realized this came from a good place. "Yes Mistress." You answer obediently.

"When I take you I want you at one hundred percent. When I am satisfied that you can handle my attentions then, and only then, will I take you." Her ruby lips smile. "And then, if you're a good boy, maybe you can get a reward."

"Yes Goddess." As quickly as it had started the intense moment of fear evaporated and you felt at peace once more.

"And if you are a VERY good boy." She kisses you. "Maybe I'll shove my cock all the way down your fucking slut throat."

"Ohhhhhh!" Your dick springs to life and your pussy twitches with a sudden need to be filled. It took everything you had not to go down on her right then! "I'll be good. I'll be so good. So, so good!"

Her eyes drift down to look at her hand which stayed over your healing flesh, holding there almost protectively as if some new hurtling knife might come for you again at any moment. Just for a split second you see new emotions flash across your sister's face...pain...fear. Shifting in the bed she moves down. Sliding her hand away she kisses your stab wound through the gown. A long, quiet, solemn kiss. She whispers very softly. "You didn't deserve this. I wish...I wish it had been me."

"It was an accident." You stroke her soft blonde hair as love takes over from lust. "It helped you and Elsie come together. It was worth it. Maybe the best thing to happen. A blessing."

Fiona gives you a somber look. "Perhaps." Leaning up she kisses you again before holding you close for a few minutes. You curl up in her arms and lay your head on her chest. Eventually she kisses you once more then slips off of your bed to take her seat at your side.

You center yourself on the mattress and raise the back of your bed so that you could see her more easily. "I liked waking up like that Mistress. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"You...your body..."

"Impressive?" Fiona asks.

"Incredible!"

She leans back with a cocky grin. "I know."

"Did you hold me like that when I was in a coma?" You then prod. "I bet you did."

Fiona nods and admits. "Yeah. When I could."

You grip her hand. "No wonder I'm recovering so well."

Fiona rolls her eyes. "Ugh. We're a couple of saps, aren't we?"

You sigh contentedly. "We're in love. We're allowed."

Fiona gives you a long curious look. "What in the hell are you doing to me brother? How in the fuck do you make me feel weaker and stronger at the exact same fucking time?"

You giggle. "Because I'm your Prince? Because I'm your pretty boy toy? Because you love me?"

"Oh Christ." Fiona laments. "What have I gotten into here?"

"You looooove meee!" You tease.

She shakes her head and stifles a laugh. "Shut up dummy."

"Yes Goddess." You giggle some more.

After that the pair of you settle into an easy back and forth. The topic of your mother is brought up and you inform Fiona of her mom's ultimatum. She wasn't surprised in the least and even grudgingly admitted that mom might have a point about letting her grades slip so badly now that she was only a year away from finishing her degree. The pair of you had some time to figure out what you were going to do. As you speak with her everything felt so damn right. Being subservient to her, even in something as mundane as everyday conversation, was absolutely wonderful. You could bring up points and make arguments but you didn't have the burden of actually deciding anything. Your mother had described being a sub as liberating. She didn't know the half of it! In your submission you felt a strange type of emancipation. Involved and engaged yet not responsible. You knew on some level that it was a character flaw but it didn't change the fact that you liked it.

You felt free as a bird! A bird in a gilded cage perhaps, but a very pretty and happy little bird nonetheless.

Your breakfast is brought to you and you hungrily consume your first solid food since waking. Dry toast with plain broth never tasted so good.

The next week is slow and frustrating but the repeated visits of your family help to break up the monotony. Things are kept light and pleasant for the remainder of your stay. Fiona is adamant with the others that any other family drama could wait until you were home. With your health being everyone's prime concern the others gladly agree. Sadly there were no more Chloe bjs or anything else sexual as your Goddess wanted all of your energies focused on recovery. Chloe still offered each and every time, but she respected the edict.

You see less of your big sister than you'd like, but you knew that she had a lot of catching up to do at school. It made the times she could come see you all the more special. El, more often than not, would visit with Zoey and the three of you would have a great time. The pair of them, who were obviously growing closer by the day, were such a joy to be around. Chloe was always a hoot and never failed to make you laugh.

One particularly special morning your mother was wheeling you through the hospital when she took a wrong turn. Before you knew it you found yourself in the maternity wing. Since you were there the pair of you take some time to watch the newborns through the viewing window. Your mother beamed proudly as she remembered back to when her kids were so small. You beamed joyfully as you dreamed of your future. Not a word is said between you yet you felt closer to her as you left.

With a lot of help from your family and a trainer you are started on some physiotherapy. You weren't an invalid but you were weak. You work hard and there were some stumbles but each and every time someone was there to catch you. Your Aunt in particular was amazing to work with. Always encouraging, always pushing you, and always right there the exact moment you needed her.

According to the doctors your recovery was progressing incredibly well. After a few tests and examinations they report that they didn't expect any long term issues. Thanks to your youth, good health, and the fact that the surgery had been as noninvasive as possible they say that you should be back to full health in no time at all.

It is with great relief when you are finally given clearance to leave. You were finally getting out of this place! Free of doctors and nurses and hospital food! You could not wait to get home!