Head home alone

After school let out I walked home, reading the EDP pamphlet along the way, skimming section headings. Fertility, legal protections, blah blah blah. I was about to discard it when something jumped out at me.

EDPs often resort to **** to fulfill their daily sexual needs - oftentimes, an EDP's harem begins with mothers, daughters, aunts, sisters, etc.

Below this section was a cartoon of a young man with a huge grin, standing hand-in-hand between two women. One's shirt read 'Mom', the other 'Sis'. Both were extremely pregnant and wearing smiles of their own.

Honestly, it kind of creeped me out. My own family?! Fucking gross. I'd lived with my older sister since Mom & Dad passed, but with girls like Gwen, Phoebe, and Emi at my beck and call, why would I ever do something like that with her? It boggled the mind that anyone would screw his own mom or daughter.

The pamphlet was a brief one, and with that last bit of info I'd pretty much exhausted it, so I folded it into my back pocket (now that I was again fully dressed -- no sense in having my cock freeze off outside) and walked at a brisker pace, eager to be home from school but worried how Olivia might take the bad news. She'd always been a little overprotective. In truth, I had no reason to worry.

As soon as I stepped into the driveway the front door burst open and Olivia came rushing to hug me. Tears marred her usually pristine makeup, and her office clothes were disheveled. She pressed her face into my neck & shoulder, crying like she had when Mom & Dad passed. I gave into her hug, rubbing her back and whispering "It's okay, I'm gonna be fine" in an attempt to calm her down. After a few minutes she stopped clinging to me and pulled away.

She looked up at me with glassy eyes while sniffing repeatedly. Then, all of a sudden, the floodgates reopened and she was sobbing into her hands. Between ragged breaths she choked out, "They told me everything - God, John, I'm so so sorry..." Her words were lost in her weeping and I tried to comfort her again. It was quite some time before she calmed down enough for us to get inside and sit down beside each other on the living room couch -- she kept a box of tissues close at hand.

Olivia wanted to know everything that had happened, so I obliged, beginning with blacking out in class. She stopped me when I got to the point where Nurse Thompson said I could pick someone to help relieve me.

"You did it with Gwen Roberts, didn't you?" Her brown eyes flashed with humor and it made me glad to see a smile back on her face, if a bit uncomfortable about the subject matter. I could feel my face growing hot.

"Uh, yeah, how di -"

"How'd you fuck her? Doggy? Missionary? Don't tell me you chickened out and just went for a handjob or something." Her eyes shone with something different now: an excitement that scared and excited me in equal measure. There was no trace of her sorrow now.

"Uhh, Livi, I'm not really comfortable talking about that with you, y'know? Kinda weird." I chuckled and tried to scoot against the arm of the couch, further from my sister. There wasn't much distance I could put between us. She seemed to get the hint and gave me some space.

"Sorry, John, it's just," she suddenly looked away, wiping her ruined makeup on her expensive suit coat, "I talked to Dr. Anais after I got the call from your school and she said you'd need...help...almost all the time at home, and I don't want you to put yourself at risk unnecessarily..." Olivia kept her head turned, unable to look me in the eye now. "I want you to be...comfortable with me. About this stuff. Just in case."

The implication left me speechless. We both sat in awkward silence for a while and she never looked at me. While she was turned, I took some time to really look at her. She was certainly attractive, no doubt about that, to which several of my friends had attested over the years. In my place, none of them would hesitate for a moment. But she was my sister for God's sake! Sure, she had a fit & tanned body, long chestnut-colored hair, breasts large enough to stand out when she felt like showing off, and a natural flirtatiousness that often caught men off guard, but it was impossible for me to see her as anything but my big sister. No way in Hell could I ever do anything sexual with her.

If it were life and ****, though?...

I shook my head to put it out of my mind. No sense in worrying about that now. There were local girls aplenty who could be here at a moment's notice when the need inevitably arose. When that thought crossed my mind, I checked the time and saw that I was supposed to get my 'treatment' within the next hour or so. I cleared my throat, hoping to clear some of the tension with it.

"Thanks, Olivia." She turned to me at that, a familial smile now gracing her features. "I promise I won't die before I..." I nearly choked before spitting it out. "Before using you - if I have to! As a last resort!" Now it was my turn to look away from her in embarrassment. My sister put a hand on mine and kissed my cheek.

"Love you, John."

I looked into her eyes, saying, "It's almost time."

Now she turned red and sat up straight, releasing my hand. "Want me to call Gwen over? I still have her number. Or, you know, you can handle it or whatever." She waved a dismissive hand like she wasn't deathly concerned about me. I appreciated the gesture.

"Nah, I'll handle it, Livi. I was thinking about inviting over..."