Panicked Awakening

Claire awoke to a pounding in her head. Morning light was leaking in through cracks in the curtains, but she was hesitant to open her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to sleep off the hangover she seemed to have, but she reluctantly pulled herself up anyway and nestled her face in her arms. Her brain fumbled to gather the scattered pieces of her consciousness. Cogs slowly started turning in her head as awareness returned to her body. As she readjusted to her sense of touch, a number of odd sensations struck her at once.

She felt her nipples stiffen as cool air swept across her bare chest. She felt a damp patch in the blankets on the spot where she’d been sleeping. She felt a crusty substance scattered in streaks across her body. She tasted a familiar salty flavour upon her lips. The state of her body told her that she’d been up to something naughty last night. Claire’s headache flared as she opened her eyes to check out her surroundings. As they came into focus, she recognised the blurry details of the room she’d been staying in the last week – her brother’s bedroom.

Claire’s bolted upright and her head snapped round to the boy sleeping beside her, her arms flying up instinctively to cover her chest. Memories suddenly flooded back to her about just what she’d done last night; how she’d humiliated herself in front of John, presented her body for him to masturbate to, nuzzled her face into his crotch until he came all over her, then walked him home with her cum-drizzled body exposed for the world to see. Every obscene detail that flashed before her eyes revolted and confounded her. What had been going through her mind to think that was okay? What kind of shameless slut revelled like that in pleasuring their own brother?

It took Claire a moment to realise she’d stopped breathing. Her heart was racing in panic to the situation she’d awoken into. John was still sleeping soundly beside her, but she was terrified that any move she made could wake him to see her like this. She needed to move. She had to clean up all the evidence and hope that John had forgotten what she’d done. He had to forget. If he remembered the way she’d debased herself to get him off, he’d never look at her the same way again. Without daring to catch a breath, she slid herself off the bed at an agonisingly slow pace and crept out of the room.

Claire grimaced as she entered the bathroom and came face to face with their full-length mirror. Her hair was a bedraggled, sticky mess and her face, breasts and stomach were glistening with plaited streaks of dried cum. Under any other circumstance, the sight of herself sullied like this would have been Claire’s biggest turn-on, but this was no time to succumb to her hedonistic impulses. She may have been a professed cumslut, but she wasn’t about to start lapping her own brother’s crusty jizz off her tits like some kind of deranged junkie. It reviled her that the thought crossed her mind even for a second.

Claire quietly closed the bathroom door behind her. Now she finally had a safe space to breathe and calm herself. The initial panic had passed but her body was tense. She needed some time to think over the events of the previous night with a clear head. The first step was to clean the taint of what she’d done from her body. The stench of her brother's musk rising up from herself nauseated her and pulled her from her train of thought.

She stepped under the shower stream and let the water flow over her, washing a cocktail of the siblings’ sweat and juices down the drain. She simply stood and allowed herself to bask in the warm water for a while. She wanted nothing more than to ignore and forget everything that had happened, but she knew she couldn’t do that. She had to confront it. She needed to know exactly what she’d done and why.

Claire began to work through her memories of the night before. Brief flashes of them quickly turned into vivid scenery. Her brain readily conjured up every detail of her disgusting deeds as though revelling in her own turmoil. She could almost feel her brother's member throbbing in her hand and smell it pressed against her face. The one scene that continued to elude her was the instigating event. It almost felt like there was a mental block holding her back. She pushed on through the fog regardless, desperately hoping there was something more to it than just her being a drunk horny slut. She needed to know there was a reason for her actions.

And then all of a sudden she remembered what her mind was holding back from her; the words that had triggered the whole incident. It was so much worse than she could have imagined. Claire felt her legs go weak, and she collapsed to her knees as she recalled exactly what her brother had said, and the sheer vitriol he’d laid bare at her. Suddenly everything she’d done last night made sense. Those words had broken her drunken self, and now they rolled around in her head, threatening to do so once more. Claire hugged her legs against her chest and began to weep into her knees. Her greatest fear had come to light.

‘God, why do I have to be brother to such a shameless whore?’

That line in particular cut through her like a knife. The sheer resentment with which John lamented having Claire for a sister made her blood run cold. That was how he truly felt deep down, and the worst part was he was fully justified in feeling that way. She’d serviced dozens, if not hundreds of dicks in her life. She’d swallowed the DNA of more men than she knew the name of. She even had her own porn site dedicated to her. So what if she hadn’t consented to it? She’d provided hundreds of pictures and videos for it with her drunken escapades knowing full well they would be shared online. She was not a whore only in the fact she never charged for the debaucherous acts she’d performed.

And now her brother saw her for what she truly was. She’d lost the innocent love he’d held for her that she treasured so much. Now he saw her only with contempt and unbridled lust, jealous of countless men he knew had their way with her and wanting nothing more than to add his name to that list, to push his manhood into her whorish mouth or worse. That was all she was good for after all. It was a miracle she’d kept her true nature hidden from him for so long. Perhaps it was best to just give him what he wanted. At least he could love her as his whore if not his sister.

‘No, Claire. Stop it!’

Claire recoiled as the dark thoughts began spiralling in her head. Last night she had let them lead her down into such destructive behaviour. She could not let that happen again. It wasn’t too late to fix things with her brother, so long as she didn’t let herself be broken. She now knew the feelings John had buried deep inside himself. She just needed to find some way to resolve them.

Ever so slowly the shock of what Claire had remembered died down. She pulled her head away from her knees, and her tears washed away under the shower stream. She couldn’t console herself completely, and her body still trembled despite the warmth around her. She was in control of herself enough to start seeing reason, however.

John didn’t really hate her. She knew that. He was just frustrated and lashing out at her over feelings he’d had to keep bottled down inside himself for years. It was her fault he felt that way. She had been the one to **** him to lock those feelings away all this time, ever since she'd first noticed him looking at her in a weird way all those years ago. Finding out that he masturbated thinking about her had filled her with confusing, conflicting emotions. A big part of her had felt uncomfortable about it and had overreacted. She had never directly confronted him about it, but she pushed him away, not wanting him to think of her that way, and only let him remain close to her when he quashed those feelings down.

Claire was a hypocrite. She had felt attraction towards her brother herself at times. She'd condemned him having any inappropriate feelings for her, and yet he'd been the focus of many of her earliest fantasies. She'd been the perv flashing her brother without his knowledge to get herself off. At the time she had felt justified, because she knew it didn’t go anywhere beyond that. None of that meant she wanted to suddenly bed her own brother. They were just natural feelings that everyone felt and there was nothing wrong with that.

Yet she had placed her brother on an unreasonable pedestal, not allowed to feel the same things as any other man. Expected not to acknowledge his sister even have a body. One that oozed sex appeal and voluptuosity at that. One that perfectly matched the woman of his wildest fantasies. Every day he must have been faced with that guilt that the sight of his sister’s body did things to his own, and desperately tried to supress those feelings so that his closest friend and confidant wouldn’t abandon him. All the while she started to revel in the attraction that other boys felt towards her. He must have been aware of the way that every other boy looked at her. Even as Claire had grown more sexually liberal, that squeamishness towards her brother showing physical attraction to her had never blown over, even logically knowing there was nothing wrong in feeling that way. It was no wonder those feelings of his were starting to boil over now, when he’d had to spend his a greater part of his life pretending that they never existed.

Claire had to let him know that it was okay to feel that way towards her. It was perfectly healthy and reasonable to feel physically attracted to one's family. She was the one in the wrong for making him feel guilty for it all that time. Even so, Claire knew that an apology would be too little too late. Years of pent-up frustration wouldn’t be resolved with a few words. There was a heavy ball of guilt, anger and jealousy lodged in the pit of her brother’s stomach and she needed something more substantial to help relieve that weight.

Claire wished she could ask Doctor Valentine for help. The doctor would have known what Claire needed to do to reconcile John’s feelings. Without her phone, however, Claire had no way to contact her. She would have to figure this all out on her own. The first step was obvious at least. It was her whorish behaviour that had led her up to this point. She had been working with the doctor to try and help with that. Up until now she had been cagey about the doctor’s methods, but she couldn’t afford to be anymore. She had to fully commit the therapist’s treatment to have any hope of making a change.

The next step was harder to determine. A single act of remorse would not be enough to relieve John’s deep-seated frustrations. Simply acknowledging his natural right to feel attraction to her would not be enough to unravel that ball of guilt. He needed to be fully convinced that she would always accept him, regardless of those feelings, and that it was okay to accept those feelings for himself. Claire would have to really consider how far she was willing to go to give him that.

'God, why do I have to be brother to such a shameless whore?'

Her brother's voice spoke out as if to make the decision for her. Those words would be forever burned into her brain, reminding her what she had to lose. Claire would discard all her pride if that was what it took to never hear such words from him again.

The path that choice led her down was a murky one wedged between Claire encouraging healthy, natural feelings and nurturing immoral, incestuous desires. It was a line she really didn't feel comfortable skirting so close too, but John mattered too much to her not to do everything she could. The flash of contempt he had shown to her last night weighed too heavily on Claire's heart to allow those feelings to continue to exist. She would rather go too far to eradicate them than not far enough, even if it ended up placing her in an uncomfortable position. That was the risk she would take. Things would never be able to go back to the way they once were, but once their therapy was finally over and the doctor had cleared John of any incestuous urges, their bond would be re-forged stronger by whatever ordeals they went through to get there.

Claire knew she had a tendency to start thinking in circles, so she cut herself off from thinking any further. She'd made up her mind. There was no point dwelling in her own head any longer. She **** her body to move, running a towel over her body and stepping out in front of the mirror again, this time a cleaner woman in both body and mind. While she remembered, she grabbed her tablets out of the cabinet. The doctor had suggested a surprisingly high dosage, but Claire wasn't going to question her now. The first step towards committing to her treatment was taking her proper medication.

Once they were down, Claire took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves before it came time to withdraw from her safe space. She was the strong one of the family. It wouldn't do to have John see her distressed. She had to exude confidence in her actions to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, even when she wasn't so sure of that herself. Claire checked herself over in the mirror to make sure her smile looked convincing enough before wrapping a towel around herself and making for the door.

"Hey honey." John awoke to his mother poking her head around the bedroom door. "I'm making breakfast for everyone. Let your sister know, okay?"

"Sure Mom" he called back with a groan as Lilith was already halfway down the stairs.

John rose to sit on the edge of his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His head was throbbing, but not as badly as he expected it to. He knew he'd went hard on the drinks last night with the hopes of getting laid, but if he did get lucky he had absolutely no memory of it. Almost everything from last night was a blur. He did remember leaning into his sister as she carried him home. He hoped he hadn't been too much of a burden on her.

John grabbed some painkillers from his side drawer and swallowed them dry. He noticed he was still in the shirt he went out in yesterday, though he had stripped down to his pants. He didn't have time to fully freshen up before breakfast, but he could at least put on something clean and spray himself down. He rose to his feet to go about it, and just as he was finishing up, he heard the flow of the shower stop and a few moments later his sister entered the room. On seeing her, John couldn't help but forget what he was doing.

Claire had selected a rather small towel to wrap tightly around herself and it strained to keep her body in check. It covered the bare minimum of her trunk, exposing a deep valley of compressed cleavage on top and twin expanses of smooth thigh flesh still glistening from her shower below. John's attention was split between these visual delights for a moment before he realised he was ogling his sister. With no hope of being able to look at her appropriately like this, John cast his eyes aside and turned awkwardly away to face the wall. He heard a sigh from Claire behind him, no doubt disappointed in him for blatantly eying her up.

The sound of a towel falling to the floor behind him caused him to flush. Claire usually put at least her underwear on in the bathroom. Now she was fully nude a few feet behind him and John had no idea what to do with himself. He focused with all his might on a spot on the wall, fighting the urge to turn and face her again, and the imagery filling his mind of what he might see if he did. He heard the shuffling of feet and fabric behind him until Claire told him it was okay to look. When he did he found her dressed in a tank top and short skirt, still revealing but in a manner he was accustomed to seeing her dress.

"Listen, John. Can we have a talk?" The tone of her voice was serious. There was only one thing it could be about. Since she'd come home, she'd caught John ogling her one too many times. It was time for an awkward conversation about how inappropriate it was to look at his sister that way.

"Sure sis. Oh, can it wait? Mom called us down for breakfast" he said, suddenly remembering his excuse to delay the conversation a little while.

She paused for a moment before responding. "Fine. Ill catch you after." John was sure she meant it. She wouldn't be letting him put it off any longer than that.

While he watched Claire straightening herself up, it occurred to him that the day had arrived that the blackmailer would return to see his mother. The doctor had told him that he just had to comply with the man's demands and everything would work out fine for them. He'd already recorded his mother masturbating, transferred it to his sister's phone, disabled the fingerprint lock and hidden it behind the television in the living room. He felt sick to his stomach with guilt for doing it. The blackmailer had so much potential for malicious behaviour with Claire's phone. John could never have brought himself to betray her like that without the doctor's instruction. He just had to trust she had set something up so that he wouldn't have the opportunity to do anything with it. All he had left to do was to get his sister out of the house over the appointed time and hope everything worked out.

"H-hey Claire. Would you like to come out with me today?"

"Huh? You want to go somewhere with me?" she looked over at him in surprise.

"Its just we haven't had chance to hang out together since you came back."

Something about the offer seemed to catch Claire off guard. She regarded John with eyebrows quirked, sitting silently in deep thought for a moment considering her options.

"Then... you want to come clothes shopping with me?"

John paused for a moment before accepting. It wasn't his ideal way to be spending his afternoon, carrying bags of shopping around while Claire tried on new outfits. It sounded too much like a chore to John but if that was what it took to get Claire out of the house then he guessed he didn't have a choice. He reluctantly nodded his head.

"Alright, on one condition. I want to go see Annie today. That okay?" Claire followed up, as though she wasn't already coming out on top. John didn't really have a reason to deny her though. He felt a little weird about how seriously Claire had taken to their relationship, considering John didn't know if it was anything serious yet. It would give him a break from carrying bags though and he did need to follow up on the events of their last engagement.

"Okay, sure."

"Check that she's free though John."

"Oh, right, yeah." John's head was still a bit scrambled. He pulled out his phone and texted Annie.

'Hey Annie. You free for me to come see you today?'

A few moment later he got a response.

'Yes please. I'm at work but Chels can cover for me. Let me know when you're coming over.'

"She said she'll meet us at work."

"The sex shop right? Where you 'lasted a while in her throat'?" She said, teasing him about what Annie let slip the other night.

"Y-yeah. There" he cringed as she giggled. At least Claire didn't seem that pissed at him, not to have a laugh.

"Alright, then it's a date!" she said, strangely comfortable with the implication she was going on a date with her brother to a sex shop. She looked surprisingly giddy. Perhaps she wasn't as upset with John as he thought.

"Well then, better not keep mom waiting. Let's go."