Sisters' Gift Pt. 02

Ty passed a dreamless night. Constantly waking due to discomfort. He knew that he would not be himself in the morning, and that he would get very little rest until this problem was solved. And if it wasn't solved in his favor, maybe even less rest.

During the night, dreams plagued Abby sleep. She saw her and Gabby in a warm embrace, naked and holding each other. Both of them had just came, each of them had the residue of the other's orgasm on her face. Abby smiled in her sleep. Ty knocked on the door in her dream, she opened it, and he looked terrible. His six foot plus frame was slouched over. His hair messy and unwashed. His clothes seemed to be worn all week. He looked like he belonged out on the street, asking people for spare change. Before the dream could end, Abby woke with a start and the frightening life that dream had proposed. After an hour or so of tossing and turning she fell asleep again, only to repeat the process of bad dreams for the rest of her night.

Gabby, like her siblings, could not sleep restfully. She tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. She tried to count sheep, tense and un-tense her muscles in an attempt to tire her out. She even tried reading one of her more boring textbooks, hoping that it would put her to sleep. Finally, at three in the morning, sleep consumed her.

The phone rang. I felt as though I had just gotten back to sleep, and now I was awoken again. I knew my night of sleep was finished.

"What?" I asked very angrily into the phone.

"Is this Ty?"

I didn't recognize the voice. Great, a telemarketer. Just what a need. Some low life peddling something that nobody needs.

"Yea, I'm Ty." I tried to put as much anger and annoyance into my voice as possible. If this jack ass had woken me up, I wanted him to feel like shit at his joke of a job.

"Sorry to disturb you, but it seems as though your sister was in an accident."

I immediately snapped out of my rage of anger. Pain and concern gripped me tightly. "Which one? Is she ok?

"Her license says Gabriela. You were her emergency contact. She is in St. Andrews Hospital. You can see her anytime."

"Ok, I'll be there right away. Thank you."

Immediately I sped over to Abby's dorm. I ran up to her room and pounded on the door, not caring who I woke up. Sleepily, Abby answered the door, still clad in her pajamas. I had woken her up.

"What Ty?" She sounded annoyed, angry, and just plain pissed to see me. Frankly, I couldn't blame her. But her feelings would have to wait.

"We have to go. Now." I didn't bother to explain, I grabbed her hand and forced her to run with me to my car. As soon as we were in and on the way, I told her of my call only five minutes earlier.

We raced down the streets in silence. The sun shone down on us. I hated it. With the way we were feeling, life needed to stop. Nobody she be able to feel joy when we were so upset. Finally, we reached the hospital. I sped to the front desk. As if she had all the time in the world, the lady behind the desk took her time in noticing me and then finally saying something.

"Welcome to St. Andrews. If you are here to check in, please go over there, if –"

I cut her off, I was in no mood to here my options. "My sister is here. I need her room number."

"Please, sir, remain calm. Do not get testy with me." She replied in a manner so nonchalant that it chilled me to the core. Don't get testy? Remain calm? My sister was in the fucking hospital.

"Listen lady, I need to know her room."

Ok, ok. Just tell me her name and I will get her chart."

Finally some progress. I told her the name, and we got directions to the ICU ward. Together, Abby and I sprinted to the ICU, hopeful to find Gabby awake and cheerful. Unfortunately, our worst fears were confirmed when she lay there in a coma. Completely unresponsive to the world. I had heard somewhere that people can hear when they are in a coma. I made my presence known.

"Gab. It's me Ty. I just want to let you know that I love you. I always will. Nothing can change that." I tried to hold back tears as I kissed her forehead. I left the room to gather myself in the waiting room. I couldn't see my love like that. It pained me too much.

Abby surprised me with her strength. She stayed in, holding onto Gabby's hand gently. Over and over she would whisper into Gabby's ear, and repeatedly kiss her on the forehead. Finally I was able to summon enough strength to reenter the room. The doctors told us that she was in a coma, and they did not know when or if she would wake up.

"What happened?" Tears marred my face as I asked the question. I had to know.

"She was walking early this morning. According to several eyewitnesses, she was struck by a motorcyclist as he sped down Roosevelt Drive. Instead of being run over, she jumped up as she was hit, causing the impact to send her into the air. She came down on the street, landing on her neck. She was instantly knocked out, and suffered some internal bruising. Over all, she is not in terrible shape, physically. We just need to wait out the coma." The doctor delivered the news with a stoic face, as if unfazed by the trauma my sister was put through. The trauma we were all going through.

Abby and I waited there for the day until visiting hours were over. We went back to my apartment that night. Abby and I could not be alone. We gave strict instructions that if anything were to happen, positive or negative, that I be called ASAP. We arrived at my apartment, and the two of us went to my bedroom. Emotionally drained from the day, we fell asleep. For the time being, our feud was on hold.

I woke up with my arms around Abby, and momentarily forgot what had happened. I felt as though I was holding my love in my arms, and kissed her on her forehead. I realized, however, that it was Abby, and not Gabby in my arms. My cheeks turned a deep shade of red in my embarrassment. Abby looked up at me, not angry or embarrassed, but just sad. I held her in my arms to console her. Her emotions from the past day caught up with her, and she started bawling. I held her close, her head on my shoulder. I gently caressed her back, hoping she would stop crying. Her tears were like little daggers in my heart. She looked up at me, the crying over, but the tears still sitting on her face. I wiped them away from her, drying her gorgeous face. She leaned up against me, pressing her body against mine, and softly kissed me. I returned the kiss. Our mouths remained closed, and nothing more happened. It was as if her kiss was just a thank you for consoling her.

We drove back to the hospital. The only time we were not in the room with our unconscious sister was to notify school and work of our indefinite absence. Gently we offered encouragements to our sister to wake her up. We spoke of how much we needed her and missed her. We were a wreck without her, and desperately needed her to awaken from her coma. The doctors said there had been no change, but we continued to wait the entire day, hoping for something to happen. I tried to remain strong for Abby, continually holding her, telling her everything would be fine. If only I could believe what I was saying. Gabby's friends from her hall came and went, but we stayed the entire day. Again, at the end of visiting hours, we were ushered home, completely and utterly exhausted.

Again, we collapsed onto my bed in my apartment. Abby spent most of the night clinging to me. Her arms never unclasped from behind my neck, as she held onto me for comfort. During the night, I awoke to the sound of muffled sobs. Abby was crying into my chest. I hugged her tight, and wiped her tears away, again telling her everything would be fine. Again, she pressed against me and kissed me. "Thank you Ty. I couldn't get through this without you."

"We're both having a tough time. She'll pull through though. I know she will." For the first time in a while, I saw her smile. I missed it. I leaned down and kissed her. As I tried to pull away, she held onto my head, allowing her tongue to come into contact with my lips.

I pulled off of her. "Abby, are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you. You're vulnerable and sad right now. You don't mean this."

"Yes, I do. I want this."

With that, her lips and mine were pulled together as if by magnetic force. She kissed me with a passion I had only witnessed from Gabby. Letting our hands roam, I started to stroke the small of her back. Her hands went down the front of my body, running her hands over my chest and abs. Silently, we both lifted the other's shirt. First hers came off, then mine. She slept without a bra. I gently kissed the tips of her nipples before running my hands over her smooth stomach and towards her pants. I pulled down her sleep pants, leaving her only in her panties. She was gently stroking the bulge in the front of my boxers, slowly building my arousal. She hooked her hands inside my boxers and pulled them down. I returned the favor with her panties. We each began to stroke the other's sex organ, each of us feeling the other's excitement. I pulled her off from on top of me, and gently placed her on her back. I kissed her, which she returned with such a passion. I looked into her eyes, as if asking her if she was sure about this. She looked back at me, tears in her eyes, and nodded ever so slightly. I slowly sunk into her. All the way to the hilt until I was buried inside her. We didn't move, we just enjoyed the closeness. It was then that I noticed the look in her eye. The look Gabby gave me and we made love. The look that she gave Gabby when Gabby mentioned the word love. My sister was falling in love with me. She loved how I was protecting her, how I was able to console her. Happy, I began to pump in and out of her. Not fucking her with fast strokes, but making love to her, slowly. Each stroke was gently, and laced with feeling. I wanted us to be close together for a long time, not just a quick fuck. For what felt like hours, I slowly thrusted in and out of my sister, while she lay there, matching my tempo, and nervously biting on her lower lip. Her orgasm approached, and she let out a quiet whimper. As she started to contract, I unloaded deep inside her. Our coupling finished, but the love remaining. I gently pulled out of her, and lay down on my back. She turned to me, and lay her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around me to keep me close. We looked at each other. No words passed our lips, but the feeling of love was evident. Happily, we each allowed sleep to consume us.

We woke up in silence, and drove over to St. Andrews, not speaking, but giving each other furtive glances. I knew how we both felt, but did not want to pressure her into saying anything she didn't want to. I wanted her to be comfortable with what happened between us, so instead of verbally communicating, I just held her. Throughout the day at the hospital, she either sat in my lap or held my hand, not wanting to break the physical contact.

That night we went home again, very sad. There was still no change in Gabby's condition. Again Abby was crying on my chest. Again I was comforting her, and again we made love. Slow and passionate. I made a note to thrust slowly, prolonging every feeling I had. Topped off with kissing passionately, I was feeling love for her myself. Slowly we approached orgasm. Again, exploding inside her, I felt nothing but love, still neither of us spoke of it. I wanted it to be on her own accord. As she was settling into my arms, she opened her mouth. "Ty. I..." Her eyes were watering with emotion. "I think I...my phone rang, breaking the peace of the beautiful moment.

"We have news about your sister." I bolted upright, forcing my sister with me instantly attentive. "She has had shown signs of responsiveness. I should add that it is not much, but it is something."

"Can we be there now?"

"Sure. You can be there."

"Thanks. We'll be there in ten." I hung up and turned to Abby. "There were signs of responsiveness in Gabby. Let's go."

We ran to my car, still in our sleep garb, and sped all the way to hospital. We signed in, and ran to Gabby's room. Her doctor was there to greet us and explain that just because she showed some signs of responsiveness and her body was healed, it did not mean that she would wake up soon. It could be any minute or it could be any time within the next month.

We sat there, in the middle of the night, all the way until visiting hours started. Abby turned to me and spoke for the first time since she was interrupted by the phone.

"In your bed, Ty. I was going to say something. You've just been so great during all of this. Not resenting me. Comforting me, holding me. I...I think I love you." Her eyes were welling up. The emotions over me, and the emotions over Gabby were all coming together. I pulled her close, sat her on my lap and held her against my chest. My heart pounding at the proximity of my sister, my love.

"I've been feeling that too, honey. I love you too." I stroked her hair over and over until she stopped sobbing. She just sat there, content to lay her head on my chest, completely wrapped up in my arms.

Gabby was getting better, but was not waking up. We leaned next to her, telling her how much we loved her, needed her. We hoped our words would spur her awakening, but they seemed to have no effect. Over and over we spoke to her, telling her everything we could.

"Gabby. I love you. But you need to know something. I slept with Abby again. Not just slept with her though. We love each other. When you wake up, we are all together. No need to choose." Her arm moved after I stopped speaking. We called in the doctors. They said not to get too excited, probably just a spasm. I knew it had to do with what I said though. I knew it had to.

Abby leaned down to her and spoke to her. "Gabby. It's true. We all love each other. No decisions, we are all together. All of us." Again her arm moved. There was no doubt it was what we said. We kept talking about the three of us together. Gabby's eyes slowly opened, taking everything in for the first time in days. She saw us and smiled, then frowned, remembering the choice she had to make. She opened her mouth to speak, but we stopped her.

Abby was first to speak. "Gabby. Wait. Before you say anything, Ty and I have something to tell you. We made love the past two nights. Not fucked, made love. We love each other. You don't need to choose. Ty has been so strong, so great to me. I couldn't help but fall for him."

Gabby beamed up at us, obviously ecstatic at the great news. "Yea, he is pretty great isn't he?"

"Mmmm. You can say that again." Abby licked her lips seductively as she spoke.

The doctors came in and saw that Abby had woken. They had to check vitals and see how everything was. He said that in the next few days Gabby could go home, but she had to stay away from anything too strenuous for the next couple of days.

Before the doctor could even finish his sentence, Gabby asked, "Does that include sex?"

Abby and I couldn't help but smile.

"You have a special someone at home?" The doctor inquired.

"Something like that..." came the sly response, coupled with a quick glance towards me and Abby.

Chapter VIII:

Two days later, Abby and I traveled to the hospital to pick up our fully recovered sister. Finally, after days of a coma, and several days when she wasn't allowed to move, we took her home. She was tired of all that bed rest, and just wanted to do something active. You could bet your ass the next time she was in a bed, it wouldn't be to relax. In fact, Abby and I had been planning a little something for her the next time we were all together.

It was a Friday morning when we picked her up. Abby cut classes for the day, and I was granted the day off to pick up a family member from the hospital. We decided that first we would fill Gabby in on what she missed. We sat her down on chair, looking directly at my bed. We proceeded to act out what had happened the previous nights when Abby and I made love.. I lay back on the bed, my arm around my sister, her head buried in my chest. Unbeknownst to me, she was quite an actress. Real tears were flowing down her face. I mad a point to ask her about that later. I pulled her closer to me, letting her cry into my shoulder while I stroked her hair, hoping to make her stop. Finally, Abby looked up at me exactly as she had the first night when she just kissed me. I wiped away the remnant of her tears. She reached up and kissed me with the same passion as she had before. For Gabby's benefit rather than mine I asked, "Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you." Abby simply nodded, while biting her lower lip. A perfect imitation of the previous nights.

By this time, I was hard as hell, and Gabby was being affected as well. Her hand traveled down to her crotch where she rubbed her pussy outside of her clothes. She was getting off on seeing the two people she loved most about to fuck.

Abby started to rock on my hardon, rubbing it between her pussy lips. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I ripped off Abby's clothes. At first she was surprised at my ferocity, but quickly followed suit and tore mine off too. She looked at her sister, and while she sank onto my shaft she said, "The first time we did this was much slower and more emotional. But this is not the time for that."

She backed up her words. She was impaled on my shaft, facing Gabby, her ass and naked back all I could see. She leaned back against me, changing the angle of penetration and allowing me to become buried deeper inside her. She bounced up and down. Her golden hair was moving with her thrusts, whipping around and lightly caressing my face. Her hands were on my thighs, giving her the leverage she needed to continue to fuck me. She started to flex and unflex her pussy muscles around my cock, trying to drive me towards orgasm. While allowing our sister to see her body, Abby turned her head towards mine, and started ferociously making out with me. Our tongues were battling for position in the other's mouth. She definitely meant it when she said this was no time to go slow. She stopped her bouncing to allow out kissing to continue. Yet, still wanting stimulation in her dripping cunt, she started to undulate her hips and grind on my shaft. I drove into her, pushing myself all the way inside her, and she continued to grind against me and attack my mouth with her tongue. A moan escaped her mouth, only to be muffled my mine. I reached my hands around her lithe body, grabbing her ample breasts. I began to slowly massage the flesh, working my way up towards her nipples, which were poking out at our sister. Breaking our kiss, Abby screamed, "Fuck me! Hard and fast! I want it rougher."

Not one to deny a bitch in heat, I roughly groped at her breasts, forgoing any semblance of gentle play. I kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She began bouncing up and down on my cock again, yet continuing to grind around when she was fully impaled. Abby was in perfect sight of our sister. At this point, Gabby's shirt and bra were off, along with her pants. Her right hand was under her panties, clearly pumping in and out of her twat. Every so often she would bring the her hand to her mouth, cleaning the juices off of her hand, imitating giving her fingers a blow job. Her left hand was playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Her mouth was open, and she was grunting unintelligibly. Abby couldn't hold out any longer and my cock I her cunt, my hands on her tits, and her sister fucking herself in front of her drove her over the edge into the abyss of orgasm. She let out a blood-curdling scream as she came all over my cock. The increase in juices was accompanied by her pussy contracting on my dick. I erupted inside her. Simultaneously, Gabby soaked her panties as she screamed out in orgasm. All three of us came, and came hard. I collapsed back onto my bed. My body a shivering mass of sweat. Abby flopped back onto me, I regrettably slipped out of her still twitching cunt, allowing a pool of our juices to mix and flow onto my sheets. Gabby got out of her chair and crawled in between the two of us. She drifted into a peaceful sleep.