Perfectly Imperfect

Stroking your older sister's wet cheeks you gently cup your hand beneath her chin and tilt her head up toward you. Looking into her scared eyes you smile. "Don't cry Fiona. Everything's going to be okay."

She weeps and trembles. "No." She says in a sad tiny voice.

"You only did it the once?" You ask her. "Years ago?"

She nods and her shoulders heave as she sobs.

"You knew it was wrong?"

She nods again.

"You'd never do it again?"

She nods. "I...won't...let it happen...again. Ever."

God, you were no counselor or therapist but you knew genuine soul scarring regret when you saw it. Fiona was eaten up by what she had done to her little sister. Just the fact she confessed it to you spoke volumes. You were angry, of course you were, but anger wasn't going to solve anything right now.

"Fiona...calm down." You tell her. "Calm down."

After a few shallow shuddering breaths she eventually begins to gather herself, partly because she couldn't help but do what you told her to do and partly because your warm gentle expression and loving embrace calmed her. She starts to breathe deep and slow. She draws encouragement from your soothing presence.

"Good. Good." You grin.

"Jesse? What...am I going to do?" She asks as she lays her head down on your shoulder.

"You're going to stay here with me and get better. Aunt Peg said this is due to you having a mild cold when you did whatever you did down there. Hopefully this will wear off like a cold." You reply. "We might be quarantined but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy it. We finally get to spend some time together."

"That's not...what I meant. Jesse, I don't want to go back. I don't want to ever go back to being that terrible person." You could feel her tense up in your arms.

You hug her tight. "Fiona, you aren't terrible. Just the fact you can recognize what you did was wrong is a great start."

She takes a long breath. "I won't admit any of this if I...go back...to being...HER."

You kiss her head. "I happen to like HER, no matter how nasty she got."

"That's not true. How could it be? The things I said to you. Ohhhh Jesse...I'm so sorry."

You let out a soft chuckle. "Did you think I wouldn't say anything if I didn't like it? At least a little? The teasing...it's kinda fun sometimes. Kinda hot too."

She pulls back from you to look up at your face. She studies you a moment. "You're not serious!"

You let out a breath and nod. "Yeah. Yeah, I am serious. I think we're all a bit messed up Fiona. That...that collar you showed me. I would have done it. I would have worn it...for you. Only for you."

"What!?"

"Fiona. You did a terrible thing, yes. But YOU aren't terrible...not totally. Your guilt is evidence of that." You assure her. "Fiona, you are an amazing woman! There's something truly special about you Sis."

"What I did...it's unforgivable!" She protests.

"Well...that's up to Elsie to decide, isn't it? Forgiveness is hers to give or not. You don't get to decide that, or anyone else. Only Elsie."

She lets out a forlorn sigh. "But...I already know she will. It's not right Jesse. She ought to hate me forever, but...she won't. I wish she'd just...hit me, hurt me, scream at me...anything! She should hurt me like I hurt her!"

You couldn't disagree. You knew Elsie better than anyone and what Fiona wanted just wasn't in the cards. What Fiona wanted was for El to lower herself to Fiona's level...that just wasn't going to happen.

"Fiona, you know that isn't going to happen. You messed up and you have to fix it." You stroke her bare back. "If you won't do it later then you'll have to do it now."

"Now?"

"Well...not RIGHT now. But today. Write her a letter or...send her an email. Tell her how you feel. Tell her how much you regret what you did. Tell her everything. Just...tell the truth." You tighten your hug once more. "It has to start somewhere."

Fiona is quiet and much more calm than before. Your supportive words were getting through to her. You continue to hold her for a long time as she thinks things through. Her body relaxes, her breathing returns to normal, and she finally says. "That's...a really good idea. A really good idea. I won't...be able to back out once she reads it. It'll...**** me...to deal with it."

"Okay, listen. Think about it for a while. Think about what you want to say. We'll write it later, I'll help you. I'll help you both however I can." You wrap your arms under her and pick her up. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed you stand with her cradled in your arms. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up."

Fiona reaches up and strokes your cheek as you carry her toward the washroom. "You are such a good brother."

"I do my best, flawed as that may be." You sigh with rising guilt about your recent lovemaking. "God, I can't really lecture you, can I? I shouldn't have taken advantage of you just now Fiona. You are so **** right now. Sorry about that."

"Flawed....yes. Yes. You did...take advantage." It was Fiona's turn to smile, the suddenness of the bright happy grin took you off guard. "You took advantage of me...and... I only love you more for it! We're not perfect, are we Jesse? You and me. We're both kinda...messed up. We're the same, but in different ways. A perfectly imperfect pair!"

"Fiona..."

"When I caught you in my closet peeping on me I was so happy. I knew at last you were fucked up too...and...that's what I wanted more than anything. When I came on your face...you...you just took it. It gave me hope...that I could make you mine...that I could steal you from that horrible Allison." She strokes your ear tenderly. "I want El too but...she's too good for me. I don't...deserve her. But...but....you aren't too good are you? You sneak into your sister's closet and jack off in her underwear. You fuck your sister when she can't say no and cheat on your girlfriend. You like my teasing...and...the collar. You're...you're terrible too! Wonderfully terrible! We're quite a pair. Flawed...horny...messed up...I love it. I love it brother and I love you."

You stop in your tracks, standing in the hallway between your room and the bathroom. You look into your older sister's beautiful hazel eyes. Her ruby lips and gleaming perfect teeth upturned in the prettiest grin you'd ever seen in your life. Her long blonde hair flowed down over your arm and tickled your side. Her soft supple full round right breast pressed into your chest as her fingers play in your hair, her little cock starting to get hard once more. She gazes at you with a radiant love that warms you to the bone.

She continues at a whisper. "I mean, El and Peg...they kinda have things figured out with themselves. They're the good ones. Mom and Chloe are...um...cracked. But you and me Jesse, we're just fucked up. We're flawed and we know it. We're the same that way, aren't we?"

"Um...yeah, I guess we kind of are." You are **** to admit.

Her face gets very serious as she stares deeply into your eyes. "Take advantage of me all you want Jesse. I'll do anything you want me to. I can't say no to you." She kisses you with those plump luscious lips of hers. "Anything you want brother."