Honesty

The most perfect kiss of your life eventually comes to an end. Your lips part and both of you let out long hot breath. You look into each other's eyes...and both let out a little giggle. Holding her by the shoulders you kiss her once more and she absolutely melts to your touch. Her slim supple body damn near melding with your own as your tongues flick and dance together.

Wow!

WOW!

Such soft full lips. Such a perfect body. Allison had NOTHING on Fiona!!!

WOW!!!

You part once more with her and savor her taste in your mouth. Fiona settles in beside you and cuddles up to your side. She lays her soft leg over yours, you feel her supple breasts and spent flaccid little cock press into you, and she lays her head on you chest and shoulder like a pillow. She lets out the happiest most contented post coitus sigh you had ever heard.

"Ohhmmmm. I've waited so long for that." She whispers.

She nestles into you even more. Her thin fingers trace over your chest and swirls around in your chest hair. Looking down at her you see a joyous little smile on her pretty face. The type of smile you never got to see on the old Fiona. You had honestly never seen her so happy as she was right now.

"Ohh Jesse." She kisses your chest. "My handsome wonderful...brother. I love you. I love you so much."

You grin. "I love you too Fiona."

It breaks your heart to watch all that shining happiness shatter all at once. As if your words had broken some spell. Her expression suddenly flinches and a look of deep torment crosses her beautiful face. You see her try to fight back whatever dark thoughts were rising up and you watch her lose that battle. Her face twists in pain. She blinks a few times and you see tears welling up. She looks away, unable to bear your loving gaze any longer.

"Hey." You lean in and kiss her forehead. "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Jesse."

"What is it?"

"Jesse...Jesse...I...I hate myself." Fiona lets out a shuddering breath. "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. I'm sorry I tricked you into...making love...with me. Ohhhh, I'm sorry. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve any of this."

"Woah, hey, you didn't trick me." You feel her try to pull away from you but you hold her firmly against your side. "Hey, shhhh, it's okay." With your passion spent you were now feeling a bit guilty about what you had just done. Yes, she wanted it. Yes, you wanted it. Yes, it was bound to happen eventually. But surely waiting would have been the better decision. You had taken advantage of a very emotionally **** Fiona which had lead to this sudden outpouring. "It's okay." You stroke her gently.

She reaches up and wipes the tears from her eyes. "No...no it isn't."

"Fiona, sweetie, Aunt Peggy will get you back to normal and everything will be okay. Okay?" You caress her slender shoulder. "We can talk about what happened when you're normal again. If you're angry...I'll understand."

"I'm not angry. Ohhh Jesse...I...I don't want to go back. I don't want to." She looks up at you with big hazel eyes. "I don't want to be that person anymore. I hate Fiona Bailey. I hate myself." Tears fill her huge eyes and spill over, fat drops sliding down her smooth cheeks. "I hate myself Jesse. I hate myself! I don't want to be that Fiona anymore!"

"Shhhhh." You pull her head into your chest and pet her long blonde hair. "Shhhh. Fiona, it's going to be okay."

"I'm terrible. I'm horrible. I hurt people. I...I..." She is wracked with a body gripping sob. "I hurt Elsie! I don't want to be me anymore Jesse. I don't want to go back. I don't want the monster back... I hate myself Jesse."

"What...do you mean?" You ask, a bit more harshly then you meant to. "What do you mean you hurt El?"

She lets out a long forlorn sigh. "You'll hate me." She whispers. "You should hate me. I don't...deserve your love. I'm a terrible, awful person. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I could never hate you Fiona." You continue to stroke her. "What do you mean, hurt Elsie?"

She trembles in your arms. "I hate myself."

"Tell me Fiona." You order her, knowing she had to listen.

"Years ago...I...I held her down...and...had sex...with her. She...didn't want too...I...I...made her. I **** her. I hurt her. I..." Fiona says through weepy stuttering breaths. "I...I..."

You gasp. "You **** her!?"

Fiona whimpers, nods, and curls up into a little ball. She brings her knees to her chest and covers her face with both hands to hide her shame as she weeps inconsolably.

Various different emotions spring up all at once within you, rage being chief among them. You pull away from your mewling sister and sit up. She balls up even more, curled up in a fetal position at your side. She seemed preparing herself to face your wrath.

"I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself." She whispers to herself over and over again like a mantra.

As you look down at her there, furious at what you had just learned, you are torn in two different directions. Fiona **** Elsie! That fucking bitch! It explained so fucking much over these past few years. Poor El, having to experience that then having to live with it as a secret. The things you wanted to do to Fiona in that moment... Your fists tighten and your jaw clenches. Fiona had been a bully and a bitch...but this! This was beyond the pale!

"You fucking piece of...!" You hiss.

She whimpers and awaits the worst. The already diminutive Fiona seems to shrink to your hard gaze. She is absolutely overwhelmed. She is damn near hyperventilating. Your once nearly invincible older sister looked ready to completely fall apart through sheer guilt and self hatred. She reaches out with a small trembling hand. Reaching out for her brother whom she so desperately needed right now. "P...p...please....I-I-I can't stand it. Jesse...please... I-I-I can't...I can't...hold me...please!"

Pity and love quickly win out over your anger as you look upon your pleading and weeping older sister. This wasn't Fiona you remind yourself, this was but a piece of her. Whatever monstrous side of her that made her do that to Elsie was not here with you now.

Taking her hand in yours you pull her up beside you. Cradling her in your arms you lift her up and bring her onto your lap. Her hands clutch to you and she buries her face into your chest. Her whole small warm soft naked body wraps into you as it shivers, holding to you desperately as she cries.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" She blubbers woefully.

You put your arms around her and hold her tight. You kiss her soft blonde hair and say in soothing tones. "It'll be okay Fiona. Shhhhh. It'll be okay. I still love you Fiona. I still love you."