Jen Is Afraid To Be Alone

You finished cleaning out the small thermos cup in the sink and placed it down on the counter, thinking that you'd be needing it often as long as Jen was around. When you returned to the den and took a seat on the couch, you started to work out methods of delivery for Jen. She would need at least one high-quality dose a day and seeing as she was refusing the thought of using anyone but you, you had to think about working out a schedule. The easiest that came to mind was giving Jen her dose right after work, that way you could make a detour on your way home, set her straight for the night, then head home yourself.

The only part that concerned you was the fact that early on, Jen may struggle for the whole day, trying to control herself until you arrived in the evening. Not to mention, there was a decent chance her symptoms could advance to the "release" stage, as you called it. During that, every moral or even ethical code a person had was stripped away, and nothing next to nothing could stand in their way with making a man orgasm so they could get what they needed. Walking in on Jen in such a state may have some rather...awkward consequences which she may never forgive you or herself for.

You were suddenly yanked from your thoughts as Jen came walking back into your living room. However, the sounds of her broken breaths and sniffles quickly filled your ears. "Jen?" You gently asked while quickly getting to your feet, looking over at the girl who stared at you with trembling lips and dark streaks of make-up running down her cheeks, "Jen? Hey...it's okay," You whispered out to her before she let out a wailing cry, rushing forward and pulling you into an embrace, "Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay. Everything is going to be fine, Jen, I promise you," You warmly said while backing up, helping her sit down on the couch with you,

"I can't do this alone, John!" Jen cried out into your shoulder, "I can't be in my apartment just waiting for a whorish urge to swallow cum to overtake me! I-I'm not strong enough to do this!"

"Yes you are," You firmly replied while rubbing her back up and down, "You are because you don't have a choice. Jen, this is life or ****, you need to let go of any pressures of what you think is socially acceptable. You already can see that you need let go of certain morals, just as I have. I'm going to help you through this and one day this will be far behind you," You continued, feeling your sisters body starting to relax and her breath starting to return to normal, "I know it's hard for you not being able to trust yourself, and I know for a fact that you have a hard time of trusting others more than yourself, but that's got to change."

"I-I just don't want to get t-taken advantage of, John," Jen replied while squeezing her arms tightly around your neck, "I do want to be with someone I trust, I do," Jen continued with a nod, "A-And you're all I got...anyone else will use me like a whore...o-or I'll be alone too long and end up doing it myself!"

"Jen, you aren't a-" You started to say before letting out a soft groan. With the haze of your sister asking you for cum, you're personal attraction to her, and the small acknowledgment that Jen even felt something for you, you forgot about Jen's little issue. Jen was one of the most sexually idealistic women you've ever known. No man in her life got involved with her without Jen thinking that he was "the one" and each time it didn't work out, it crushed her. Every kiss, touch or sexual encounter she had with her ex-boyfriend's felt like some slutty hook-up to your sister. While you can understand that some women would feel **** to do all these things to survive, you knew for Jen this would become something that could very well destroy her. "I'm not gonna let that happen," You softly reassured her,

"I don't want to be alone...I don't want to be alone during this," Jen shivered while a few more tears squeezed out of her eyes,

"You won't be...you can stay here," You finally stated, "You'll stay here with me, and I can monitor you closely, handling things before you even know it's an issue,"

Jen instantly pulled back, her large innocent green eyes welling up, then she quickly pushed forward planting a kiss on your lips before pressing her face into your shoulder, "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jen cried out,

"Don't even think anything of it," You chuckled back, "And, this could work out for the greater good. We do what we can at the lab with test subjects but seeing how an addict lives day by day should greatly help the research effort." You smiled while Jen pulled away from your chest, "You're helping me as much as I am you,"

"Y-Yeah?" Jen sniffed while wiping her eyes, "You think this could help make the cure quicker?"

"Absolutely, no one else on the team is in a situation like this, so it'll give us something new to work with. I can see how you react to different things," You explained before going a bit wide-eyed, "Not that I'd be experimenting on you or anything!" You quickly assured her,

"No, I get it," She said before sucking in a long breath, "Okay...okay, I feel a bit better,"

"I always did have a knack for making you smile," You warmly replied instantly being rewarded by your younger sister flashing you one of her beautiful smiles, "So how about you settle in the guest room, maybe take a shower to relax or something and I'll make us a real dinner, alright?"

"O-Okay," Jen nodded before letting out a soft whine, leaning forward and embracing you a third time, "I love you, John. You're the best man I've ever known..."

"I love you too, Jen," You hummed back before you both broke away, heading into your separate area's.