My Sister Made Me Ch. 21

Author's Note:

For the sake of clarity, Alex's scenes all take place the Friday before both Sam and Dane's.

My Sister Made Me

Chapter 21

Sam

Everything seemed to move in a haze around her. She could still hear the other three in the room with her talking, though she wasn't focused on what they were saying. The revelation of what had happened earlier that evening was the only thing on her mind.

"Fuck."

She'd thought that the words were only in her mind, but she was suddenly very aware of the fact that the conversation had ceased.

"Everything okay?" Kara asked.

Sam jolted back to the present, then turned and nodded automatically.

"You sure?"

She knew that she had to think fast and get out of there to find a place to properly freak the fuck out without worrying anyone.

"Hmm? Oh... yeah," she said, making a show of being distracted. "I just... it's later than I realized. I better get home."

She stood, and felt herself answering Kara automatically, as if something inside her knew that she needed help in that moment and had simply taken over. The next conscious thought she had was sitting in her car in front of her house.

She could remember thanking Kara as Duncan and Kelly disappeared into the bathroom and could still hear the details of the conversation if she thought about it. She remembered driving home, but it was like... she wasn't aware of it happening at the time.

She turned her car off, wondering how long she'd been sitting there with it running. Climbing out, she walked toward the house, unable to process or think about anything other than getting inside to the safety of her room.

Thankfully, no one was around when she walked through the door, nor did she see anyone on her trip up the stairs. She shut the door and locked it, then stripped down naked and climbed into bed.

Finally, under the imagined safety of her sheets and blankets, she settled in and waited for the inevitable breakdown.

And waited.

She sat up, confused. Turning, she kicked her feet off the edge of the bed and began to wonder if there was something mentally wrong with her. Had she just gone into shock and didn't realize it?

She looked up, seeing the outline of herself in the mirror across the room. She squinted, trying to focus before finally standing and walking towards it.

She saw herself, standing naked and with a curious, almost resigned expression on her face.

Had she just had so much trauma and drama in her life that she'd grown immune to it? Was she in some sort of complete emotional breakdown?

The blonde staring back at her seemed tired, but otherwise fine.

"Why aren't you freaking out?"

The image in the mirror didn't respond.

"You... you know what happened. What you did..."

Again, it didn't offer any new answers.

She frowned, confused and wondering if she'd just finally lost her mind.

"I'm just tired," she told herself. She looked back up at the mirror again. "You had a long week and you're just exhausted, mentally and physically."

She began to notice how dirty she felt in that moment. Not like... naughty, or skanky, but just dirty. It was like she'd just gotten off of a double shift at work.

"Shower. Go take a shower and then you can sleep, and deal with all this other stuff later."

That had to be it, right? Her mind and body wouldn't let her deal with it right then because she physically couldn't.

Right?

She turned, heading to the door of her room and unlocking it, then walking straight toward the bathroom. Shutting it behind her, she turned on the water and paused to wait for it to warm up.

She frowned, suddenly feeling filthier than she had just moments before while standing in her room. She looked down and half-expected to see her body covered in garbage and slime or possibly blood and viscera.

She didn't though and sighed hard as she shook her head and closed her eyes. Standing there, she eventually reached in and felt the water temperature. Satisfied that it was suitably hot, she turned, stepping in and sighing as the warmth caressed her skin. Briefly facing the other direction, she started to pull the shower door closed, but paused when she caught her reflection again.

For a moment, it looked like there tears coming from her eyes. That couldn't be right. She wasn't crying. She reached up, feeling her cheeks and confirmed that they were wet and it wasn't from the shower. She looked back in the mirror and saw that they were still there, falling slowly from both eyes.

She was crying!

She looked down, tears starting to flow much more freely. She felt an aching inside, humiliation, shame, embarrassment all balled up into a knot in her stomach. Covering her face once she saw the emotions in the reflection staring back, she backed up into the shower and slowly sank down to the floor.

Great sobs wracked her body, her shoulders shaking with each one. On and on, she wept. And on... and on...

But then, she simply stopped, as if she had run out of tears. Her body ached and she felt exhausted, but she'd stopped. The water she'd been standing under was freezing, though she hadn't really noticed, at least until the crying had ceased.

Stepping out, she took a deep breath and spent a few minutes toweling off and avoiding looking at herself in the mirror. Once she was relatively dry, she dropped the towel and went to her room. Halfway there she realized that she was totally naked, though the thought barely slowed her methodically plodding.

Not bothering to shut her door, she collapsed in bed and halfheartedly covered herself with a blanket. Sleep came quickly.

***

She awoke later that evening after a monster of a nap and had to spend a few minutes getting her bearings. She couldn't figure out what time, or even what day it was without finally checking her phone. Sliding from her bed, she looked over and saw that her door was still open. She considered closing it, but then rolled her eyes and started to go about getting dressed. What was the point of modesty? She'd...

She scowled in irritation, then shook her head. "No," she mumbled. "No." It would go away if she just didn't think about it or do anything to anyone. People were just going to have to learn to leave her alone.

"Shutting the door might help with that, genius," she said to the emptiness of her room.

Sighing, she stepped over to the dresser and grabbed the first pair of underwear she could reach, then slid them on. A nearby shirt joined the panties, and she took a look at herself in the mirror, instantly satisfied that she was sufficiently covered.

I didn't matter if she were dressed or naked, honestly. She'd find a way to fuck everything in her life up regardless.

As she stared, she saw the haggard, exhausted look in her eyes. "Fuck you," she told the girl in the mirror, Sam or Samantha, whoever it was. The image didn't say anything back, it just looked at her, an image of sadness staring back. Turning, she headed for the door as her stomach started to rumble.

Downstairs, she was thankful to find that her mother was occupied in her bedroom with something, and her father was likely working. He was out somewhere and not home, and that was the important thing.

With much irritation, she angrily made herself a sandwich and hastily grabbed a soda from the fridge along with a bag of chips, then promptly disappeared back upstairs, stomping up every single step. After finishing her sandwich made out of rage and spite, she crawled back in bed and stared at the ceiling, wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. More than once she swore at the empty room and herself, hating everything and wondering just what the fuck she was going to do to fuck her life up even more.

Still, even though she was existing on anger and irritation, she was glad that she was being left alone. Lucky for her family that they didn't seem to be there since she'd probably try to fuck them too.

Hours passed by as she spat her seemingly endless well of fury at nothing, staring holes into the ceiling of her bedroom and wracking her mind to try and figure out what to do to fix this unfixable situation.

"I'm just going to lose my fucking mind," she said loudly.

"Well, that sounds fun," a voice at the door muttered. "I was thinking about something else, though."

Sam sat up, her head whipping around to see who was there. She scowled, rolling her eyes and flopped back down.

"Well, hi to you too," Toni said, the soft padding of her bare feet coming closer as Sam tried to ignore her. "What's got you all pissy?"

"Leave me... the fuck... alone," Sam snarled venomously. It was the first time she could recall ever being deliberately mean to Toni.

"No," Toni said, curiously unfazed. "What crawled up your twat and died?"

Sam sighed but didn't answer. Toni was relatively patient, though, and seemed determined to wait her out. After a minute or so of silence, Sam looked down at her little sister and scowled, then laid her head back down.

"Are you 'PMSing' or something?" Toni asked. "I mean, you got some dick the other day."

Sam ignored her but could feel her little sister staring holes into her back.

"'Thanks Toni!'," Toni mocked. "You're welcome, grump-ass! Did you enjoy fucking my boyfriend? 'Oh, that's right! It was your boyfriend! Thanks again Toni!'."

Sam continued to sulk angrily, ignoring her as best she could.

"I was coming in to see if you wanted me to invite Wade over again, but I can see that you're hell bent on being a witch, so I guess I'll just come back when you're done cooking fat little children, Esmerelda."

Sam finally cracked, sighing deeply and covering her face. Tears started to flow again, and Toni fell silent.

"Sam, what's going on with you?" Toni asked after a minute or so of silence. "Come on, I know I'm not anyone you ever confide in, but I'm your sister goddamnit!"

Sam sighed, sitting up but not looking at. How... how could she possibly even begin to explain what the hell she'd done. There just wasn't... she couldn't...

"It's too soon for you to be pregnant, unless someone else got you..." Toni began. "Holy shit, you're pregnant, aren't you! Is it Keith's? Am I the father? Are you having twins? OH MY GOD IT'S TRIPLETS! We're gonna be parents you and I!"

"I'm not fucking pregnant you lunatic!" Sam spat.

"Oooookay!" Toni said, raising her hands up. "I was just trying to crack your heinous bitch shell."

Another uncomfortable silence passed between the siblings before one of them spoke again.

"Do I need to go get mom and dad?" Toni asked. "Or maybe..."

"No!" Sam snapped. "I'm fucking fine."

"You're not fucking fine," Toni snapped back. "I don't know why you're set on being such a raging bitch, but I've been nothing but a saint to you!"

Toni finally stood, turning and stomping for the door.

"Wait," Sam said weakly, tearing up again.

Toni halted mid-step, then slowly turned. "What, you want to stab me now or something?"

"Toni..." Sam moaned.

With a frown and a sigh, Toni went back over and sat down behind Sam, her arms going around her and pulling her tight.

"Just... tell me what's wrong," Toni said. "I can't help if I don't know what's going on."

Sam shook her head, then turned and flopped it down onto Toni's neck, clutching at her as if she were a child again. To her credit, Toni did her best to comfort her despite not having a clue what was wrong.

"Shh," she said again and again, stroking Sam's hair.

Eventually Sam lifted her head again, but then started crying when she looked into Toni's mildly impatient, curious expression.

"Do I just need to leave you alone?" she asked at length.

"No," Sam said, surprising herself. "I... can't tell you what's wrong. I just... I can't. Just... don't leave me."

Toni sighed hard, obviously irritated but didn't move.

"Well, come here then," she said.

She moved back to lay on the bed, kicking the blankets away and holding one arm open for Sam to join her.

She did so without hesitation, sighing sadly as she snuggled up close to her youngest sibling. For a good hour, the two lay there, not talking and just relaxing as Toni stroked Sam's long blonde hair. Eventually, Toni broke the silence.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but... can I ask a question?"

Sam wasn't going to tell her anything, but she shrugged, knowing that it was pointless to tell Toni "no" when she was just going to ask anyway.

"Is this about Wade and I? Cuz I won't..."

"No," Sam said quickly, shaking her head. "You guys were fine."

"Gee thanks," Toni said deadpanned.

Sam sighed, lifting her head and scowling. "You know what I mean."

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood, and since you won't let me call my fella over here to give you some of his meat rod, I was trying to use humor."

"Thanks for telling me," Sam said, resting her chin on Toni's chest.

"You see how that was humor there too?" Toni asked.

She stared up at her little sister for a few seconds, but then averted her gaze and turned her head.

"Those were some serious stares," Toni said. "I think someone may have a thing for little old me."

"God," Sam muttered, looking up again.

Toni giggled in response.

"Can't I just be grumpy without people trying to fix me?" Sam muttered.

"Uhh no," Toni replied. "We all love you too much. Besides, it's not my fault that you want me so badly."

Sam rolled her eyes and sat up, drawing snickers from Toni.

"I saw how you were staring at my pussy the other day," Toni said. "Wade was fucking me and you looked like you wanted to just... eat me all up."

Sam sighed, shaking her head and closing her eyes. "Toni..." she protested.

"You were about half a second away from doing it by my guess."

"Stop it," Sam said, averting her gaze as her heart beat a little faster. "Just stop it."

Toni snickered again.

"I'm just kidding Sam," she said. "I'll leave you alone so you can brood all by yourself, okay?"

She nodded, sliding down to the end of the bed while Toni got out of it. Stepping around, the younger sibling paused and hugged Sam a final time, then gently drew her face up a single finger.

"I'm here for you, okay?" Toni said softly. "Whatever you need."

Sam's heart pounded again, harder this time.

Toni leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, but Sam was already standing and soon had her lips pushing against Toni's. Her tongue pushed into her little sister's mouth, finding her own there ready and eager to play.

Sam's hand slid down into Toni's panties, finding exactly what it had been looking for. Deftly, she slid it inside and pumped a single time causing Toni to gasp in surprise. The noise snapped Sam back to reality. She clambered back up onto the bed and scrambled up behind the pillows, shaking her head.

"Goddamnit!" she yelled.

"Sam... calm down!" Toni said, trying to sound soothing.

"Fuck!" she yelled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Jesus... Christ! Sam!"

"FUCK!" Sam screeched at the top of her lungs, then scrambled out of the bedroom and down the hall, slamming the bathroom door and locking it.

Several minutes of door knocks and concerned calls went unanswered, Sam sitting in a heap in front of the door and rocking back and forth.

*****

Alex

Thursday night

Bryce stared hard at her with no hint of amusement on his face. She kept twirling her arms in a mock show of innocence even though her heart was pounding.

The little voice in her head kept saying, "I'm in trouble!" in a little kid's voice.

She chanced a look behind her when she heard Dex's footsteps growing quieter. She saw him round the corner out of sight and turned to smirk provocatively at her boyfriend.

"Don't give me that 'but, I'm innocent Bryce' look," he said, scowling at her.

"But I am innocent, Bryce," she said, giving him her best attempt to look like she was.

"Bull... shit!" he said, rolling his eyes. "I've got half a mind to put you over my knee young lady."

"Mmm, daddy gonna spank me?" she asked, still maintaining the look.

"More like fuck your goddamn, delicious... rotten little brains out," he said, yanking her up to him with a quick move of his arm.

He briefly grinned at her before leaning in to kiss her, but she shook her head and backed up again, only to be yanked back.

"I just swallowed another guy, baby," she said mischievously, her look of innocence morphing into one of playfulness.

"Goddamnit," he said, frowning at her. "You are the most... infuriating... sexy..."

Alex giggled at him, swinging her arms again.

He continued to glare at her, shaking his head.

"You're so fucking in love with me right now," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Fucking duh," he said, yanking her back up to him and groaning when he hesitated in the middle of another almost-kiss. "We're going out tomorrow. You're going to look amazing, and I'm going to spoil you fucking rotten."

"You better," she said, sliding out of his grasp, only to be yanked right back with a gasp of pleasure and surprise.

"If it didn't mean you getting fired, I'd rail you right here. You realize that, right? I still might."

She giggled, nodding at him. "Something tells me that all my fun tonight was successful."

He guffawed for a quick moment. "Are you fucking crazy? Hell yes. I'm so goddamn turned on I might actually have to go and find some dumb slut to fuck like you keep telling me to."

"Good," Alex said, smiling at him. "Tell when you do and I'll come over and join you, baby."

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said, shaking his head. "I fuckin'..."

He stammered something else and finally let her go, stepping past her but then stopping again.

"I promise to look incredible for you tomorrow," she said, resuming her innocent little wiggling. "And you can do whatever you want to me."

He stood there for a few more seconds before shaking his head.

"God... dammit, I fucking love you," he said, turning and immediately leaving the bar. "Fucking hell!" she heard him yell out a few seconds later, causing her to giggle happily.

With a smile to herself, Alex turned and started on her closing duties. She didn't have too much to do, and after finishing up and checking to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she went to the office and poked her head in.

Tracy looked up and smiled. "All finished?" she asked. "With closing, I mean."

Alex smiled. "Yep. Feel free to schedule me whenever you guys need me in there."

Something about the older woman's smile made her wonder if she'd actually watched the impromptu blowjob and Alex just hadn't seen her. She didn't want to get in trouble if she'd misread the whole situation, though, and quietly suppressed the urge.

"I'll see you Saturday," she said, turning and heading for the door. Pausing at the exit to the manager's office, she sighed, turning and looking back. She had to know.

Tracy looked up, her smile growing.

"You were watching, weren't you!"

The middle-aged woman blushed, shrugging noncommittally.

"How?" Alex asked, walking back over. "I looked after I was done. You weren't out there!"

Tracy looked up and gave her a look for confusion. "Cameras," she said, cocking her thumb over her shoulder and indicating the computer screen behind her.

Alex slowly closed her eyes and covered her face. "Right. I'd heard that they were broken."

Tracy snickered, though she continued to blush and didn't seem to want to elaborate.

"Well, I'm assuming you liked the show?"

The manager didn't say anything, only managing to blush even more.

"Traaacy," Alex sang.

"No comment," Tracy said. "I uh... I'll see you Saturday."

"Aww, don't be that way," Alex said. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Tracy continued to maintain her silence but did look up and back down a few times.