Go for a walk.

You're exhausted, pooped, worn out, bone tired. You needed a long bath, and and even longer nap.

None of that mattered though. You could solve all of those problems later. Right now, your baby sister was crying, and if anyone could fix it, it would be you.

You **** yourself to stand, using the rolling chair as a prop. You take note of the blood on your, now soft. cock, and the itching sensation that returns to your other parts. You'll be damned if this thing won't keep you. Focusing all your problem-solving effort, you move your cursed dick into the crotch of your discarded panties. It takes a massive effort to slip them on, and place tab A into slot B. Even more of an effort is getting dressed with that thing distracting you.

None of this matters. Anna is crying.

You manage to slip on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, before stumbling out the door, and start walking down the hallway.

You lean against the wall for support as each step rubs you just the right, and wrong, way. Paige makes the mistake of stepping out in your way and opening her mouth, before the look on your face scares her off. You imagine that it probably looked a lot like the one you had seen on Anna earlier.

Left. Right. Every step feels like forever, and the previously short hallway felt like it was stretching towards infinity with how much your thighs were burning.

Eventually, you find yourself leaning against the correct door. Anna's bedroom. You attempt the knob, but find it locked.

"Anna. Anna, it's me. Can I come in please?" You can feel the desperation leaking into your voice. You have never been in a situation like this. You had always been the one on her side, never the one to hurt her. You hadn't even fought as children for christ's sake! "Anna, please. I-- I just.." The words fail to come to you. You can hear her quietly weeping behind the door, as tears start to form in your eyes.

"Anna. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, and I know I can't, but I want to make this right. Would you please.." You struggle once more to find the words, and while you're distracted you fail to notice the crying coming closer to the door. When Anna opens the door on you, you are completely blindsided, and fall flat on your face. Finding yourself on the ground for hopefully the last time tonight, you decide the best action would be to pull your legs closer to you, so that she can close the door, which she promptly does.

You flip over onto your back, and see that Anna had changed out of her clothes, and was completely nude. It had been years since either one of you had seen the other naked, and her perky tits were a bit of a turn on, despite the situation. That turn on gave you an unfortunate reminder of the situation that was your own crotch at the moment.

You were surprised then, when Anna sat her hips down on your pelvis. Her eyes were red from crying, the tears freely flowing from her face. Then something happened that never had before. She slapped you. Hard.

"I HATE you," The words stung more than the slap. You could feel the venom spewing out of all three syllables. You couldn't find it in you to rebut her. You knew deep in your heart that you were in the wrong.

"I know." She slapped your other cheek. There was less **** behind this one, but it still hurt in every way you could imagine.

"I hate you," There was no fight in you, you knew you deserved this.

"I'm sorry," She hit you once more, very lightly on your chest, before burying her face in your bosom.

"Ihamfyou," She cried into your T shirt. All you could do was hold her closely and never let go.

"I'm sorry," Things would be alright. Eventually. You had each other, and you would make it through this.