Rod's Quest Ch. 03

Day 49

All three woke early, Rod, Amy and June. Even so, they could hear Joan, Rod and June's mother, rattling around in the kitchen. At least they could save a little time, since no one had nightclothes that needed shedding. Amy was a little embarrassed at her nakedness in front of her friends. June had none at all. Rod felt like Baby Bear; he was not in the least embarrassed in front of June but he was sort of embarrassed in front of Amy. Get over it, he heard his mother's voice in his head. Somehow, he didn't think this was what she had meant.

Amy thought it was to save time and Rod thought it was to save hot water, but June knew it was for fun and for therapy, when the three of them squeezed into the shower. Lots of hands helped various bodies to get clean. Some of the hands tended to linger where they ought not, at least if the objective was a fast wash. June was a harsh task mistress. Everyone was out drying off by the time Joan yelled up the stairs that breakfast was ready in five minutes, and everyone was at the table on time.

Amy had a shine to her that hadn't been there the day before. There was no sign of the depression that sometimes clouded Rod's days. June was brighter than Joan had seen her in weeks. They're incredibly good for each other, Joan thought.

Breakfast was over and June herded Amy and Rod out to the car. Rod was allowed to come today. Joan knew they would need his strength if the doctor was right and Amy had problems afterward.

At the hospital, Amy reiterated her intention to go ahead. The surgeon insisted on this last minute check up with every one of her patients. It was the last chance to back out, even though all the consents were on record and witnessed. The legalities were one thing, apparently. She treated her patients as people, though, and made sure there were no cold feet.

Joan and her children were sent to the lounge to wait. The doctor had wanted them to stay at the hospital even though there was no possibility Amy would be awake or able to leave for several hours. The doctor felt that knowing they were right there would be good for Amy. It was no hardship. Wherever they might be they were each of them going to be distracted worrying about Amy even though there was little risk. Well, little physical risk, the doctor had said. The mental side was different, especially since Amy was still on the edge.

Two o'clock, the promised time of release, eventually came. The three of them were, by that time, bored stiff. Being a hospital, nothing happened. Rod checked with the nursing staff, who simply said things had been running behind.

About an hour later Amy was wheeled out still groggy from the anesthetic. "Love you guys," she murmured. She was frail and wan. She did smile a little. "Thankfully, that's over. I feel like my own person again."

Rod got her into the car safely and they were away.

That night the three young adults, to use Charlie's determination, crawled into June's bed together without hesitation. Their arms and legs intertwined, they fell asleep. All of them had been too tired for further explorations. They just needed the comfort their presence gave each other.

**********

Day 53

Rod was working on supper preparations. June and Amy had chosen to go for a walk on a bright day. The sun was shining but it was not too hot to move. The windows were open and a warm breeze wafted through them.

Amy had complained of being bored, and asserted she was healthy enough to go outside for a bit. June had seized on the opportunity to get some exercise. Sun and air would do them both good.

Rod was just sliding his homemade lasagna into the oven when he detected a change in the sounds outside. Instead of a lazy day's noises he heard traces of an angry chanting. June and Amy were out in that. Maybe there was nothing wrong. Maybe there was. He was going to check.

He moved fast to get outside and aimed towards where the noise, which now seemed more like jeering and catcalls than chanting, was coming from. A block over and a block down, Rod could see a half dozen late teen males, perhaps high school seniors, circled around two girls. It had to be Amy and June. It looked more like a standoff than a friendly meeting. There were a couple more high school guys coming down on the other side of the street. Looked like football team members, from the size of them.

Rod watched the confrontation develop as he raced towards his sister and their friend. Both of those beautiful women had been curled up naked with him in his bed this morning. Now it looked like they were in harm's way.

"Sluts! Murderers! Whores!" The pointless insults rang out with a disturbing harshness in the mild suburban air.

The teens were only a year or so younger than the two women. They started crowding them. They were perhaps a threat because there were so many - six to two. Fortunately, they did not have the killer aura about them that the attackers had exhibited in the rape, or that Rod had seen once in a downtown mob at university.

Amy and June were, naturally enough, getting pretty nervous. They had not recovered from being assaulted. Does anyone, ever? Then one of the leaders pushed June, just palmed her shoulder to stop her. Oh, oh, Rod thought. Bad move. June had always been a bit claustrophobic. She could not stand to be confined. She was easily as strong as the guy who'd pushed her. Rod shuddered as he saw it coming.

June did not tend to shrink in on herself when she was confined. She tended to strike out. The dumb idiot who had disrespectfully blocked her way got a knee in the nuts and an elbow in the ear. She grabbed the guy next to him, who had invaded her personal space, and smacked her forearm across his throat. Amy, who everyone overlooked, used her toned gymnast's muscles to haul one guy down and knee another.

This wasn't New York. The two footballers had dealt with the last of the offenders before June or Amy could turn their attention to them. Rod rode up on his white charger to find everything under control. He at least knew what to do next.

"Brenda," he called the police station. "Who's on garbage duty? We have half a dozen, corner of Maple and Smith, and you'll need the van. . . . No one's hurt enough to need a doctor. . . . We'll watch them for you. . . . Tell Mom the girls are fine. . . . See you in five."

Rod was going to thank the two footballers, but they were busily being kissed by Amy and June. He doubted his thanks were important enough to interrupt that. He also thought that precedent would probably start up an unofficial bodyguard for the two of them. He'd do anything for a kiss like that. Probably any male would, even gay ones. He wondered whether he was imagining the steam.

When they got home June was glorious, an avenging valkyrie. The chance to strike out and feel her fists land on someone who deserved it had brought her full-fledged out of the traces of depression that had haunted her since the assault. For the first time after the assault, she grinned. She demonstrated exactly what had been done, to whom, by whom. She had regained her confidence that she could handle herself in most situations. She was not going to walk around scared any more.

"Poor Roddie," she exclaimed. "Here he was ready to deal out death and dismemberment, and everything was fully under control. It was so awfully sweet of him." She leaned in for a kiss, and not a particularly chaste one.

Amy, though, had been affected differently. She wasn't nearly as far along the road to recovery as June had been. In spite of her competence in dealing with their hecklers, she somehow felt she was to blame for having attracted them. June lauded her with praise for her ability. Amy thought it was feigned. It did not occur to her that what she'd done - barely five feet tall, maybe ninety pounds soaking wet - taking out two guys almost her own age, maybe five nine or ten, certainly 140 - 150 pounds each, was in any way remarkable. That was just the way she was.

She focussed on the fact of the attack or hustle itself, not her supremely competent way of handling it. Rod cried inside for her.

After supper, which was late because Rod had forgotten to turn the oven on before he went out, Amy's mother called.

"My mother wants me to come home, again, where they can protect me," she reported afterwards. "I said I'd go. Even though she's been a pain, I can tell she worries about me. She is my mother. So I said I'd go home with her. They'll be over in about an hour to pick me up."

"You know this is as much your home as anywhere, Amy" Joan reassured her. "If you want to go, you should go. If you decide you want to come back, all three of us will be here for you."

Amy struggled down the stairs with her suitcase half an hour later.

"Rod, can you get the other one? Mrs. Ransom, can I leave the third one here for a while?"

"Sure."

"Of course."

"Amy, you aren't doing this to protect us, are you?" June asked.

"Maybe a little, but mostly because I can tell my mother is beginning to get frantic. I've been gone a week and who knows what's happened to me? It's not fair to her to stay away any longer."

That night Rod and June took Amy's advice and just started out in bed with each other. There wasn't much point to pretending they wouldn't end up there. Their naked bodies were twined sensuously together. They clutched each other for comfort.

"Roddie, Amy scares me. I'm so afraid for her."

"Me, too. What can we do for her, though?"

"Just be here, I guess."

**********

Day 62

June's memories faded away again as she continued to hold Rod tightly. He was still agonizing about what could never be changed. About what could never be minimized. About what was no fault of his.

She was still seeing her attackers in nightmares that left her screaming, too. About the only good thing was they almost never had the nightmare the same night, so they were there for each other. Mom had been upset at first that she couldn't bring either of them out of their nightmares. Then she conceded that the two needed each other more.

As June and Rod lay pressed together in Rod's bed, Rod slowly roused from the nightmare, calming bit by bit as the warmth and comfort of June's body, her caring, and the love expressed by her presence, soothed his self-loathing, stopped his shivers and shakes, lured him into the waking world where he was still loved and respected.

"Oho," June thought as she felt Rod stiffening beside her. Well, a part of Rod, she supposed. Now that hadn't happened before in all the nights she'd comforted him, or he'd comforted her. About bloody time, too.

She realized her nightshirt had ridden up when she felt a hand clasp her butt. "Beautiful butt," Rod murmured, still mostly asleep. His hand wandered comfortingly across the curves of her firm rump. June backed ever so slightly into the hand.

Two can play at that game, she thought. She grasped Rod's penis. She pulled it slowly out of its clothes, feeling it harden more as she slowly stroked it from tip to root, and back. It grew larger still. Somehow a hand, and it wasn't hers, had snaked under her top and was massaging her nipple. She wriggled a moment and the hand touched her other breast, sliding over the soft flesh to her other nipple. She could get used to this, she thought muzzily.

June decided she wanted to see what was going on and threw off the covers. Rod's instrument in her hands stared up at her. It might not have been the biggest cock she'd ever seen, she thought, but it sure was the prettiest. She kept stroking to see how much larger she could get it. Another hand (how many did he have?) eased down to her labia, fingers fluttering happily about, stroking her labia, teasing her clitoris.

"Ooooo," she groaned happily.

One of the playing fingers sought entry. "Rod no," she hissed. "I'm not ready for that."

He backed off, his magic fingers returning to stroke her labia and flick her clitoris. Up and down and around. He was driving her crazy then she came, spurts of semen shooting between her fingers - no that was him, and his hand wet with her juices - they had both come.

"June," he muttered. "We can't do this - we're siblings."

"Well, brother," June retorted. "We just did. We both needed it, it's part of healing, and I'll be damned if there's anyone else I'd rather do it with."

Rod replied gathered her into his arms. "Maybe you're my sister, but you're my best friend, too."

**********

Day 79

June woke up in Rod's bed. Her nightshirt was somewhere on the floor. Her breasts were mashed into Rod's bare back. Her pelvis pushed into his bare buttocks. Her arms gripped his. They were spooned together. She felt warm, comforted, loved and safe.

It had become their custom when they ended up in bed together to take the comfort skin gave. They had worked up to mutual oral sex. They usually indulged. Nothing like a good orgasm to settle your nerves, June thought. There had been no more talk about brother-sister or wrong since that first night. They were good friends who happened to love each other. People who love each other have sex.

June was not going to borrow trouble. She had no idea how long it would last. She wanted it to, but whether it would was not up to just her. Take what you've got, June, she told herself over and over. That's pretty damn good.

This morning June had another plan. She'd become much more settled with Rod and the idea of sex. After the first few nights on the incest train (she giggled to herself at the thought) Rod had convinced her to let him put a finger in when he was manipulating her privates. It felt so much better that she soon allowed him two, and for the last couple of times he'd tried three. She thought that had been a bit greedy, though, and had reduced his ration. Sex was for fun, not milestones.

Rod had been really wonderful about not pressing her for penis penetration. Of course, he was a pretty wonderful guy. Given what they'd already done it couldn't be any reluctance to take her to bed. As far as she could tell, Rod was a tit man. He never seemed to be able to get enough of her breasts. He always looked. June was proud of her body, but his unabashed admiration made her feel really good.

Perhaps Rod was an ass man. He always grabbed or patted her ass when there was a chance. He just loved to caress it, and that felt just great.

Now she thought about it, maybe Rod was a leg man. He was always ogling her legs, stroking them when he could, drawing his fingers over her calves or her thighs.

"Roddie, I can't decide whether you are a tit man, an ass man or a leg man."

Rod knew a good thing when he had it. "I'm a June man, sweetheart." He rolled over and swept her into a fierce hug. His lips found hers, and their tongues caressed, seeking out the intimate depths of each other's mouths. His hands roamed up and down the smooth planes of her strong back. Her hands absorbed the strength of his arms and wandered happily over the strong muscles of his back.

She dropped her grip to the hard muscles of his buttocks, caressing hungrily. June's hands swept around the tops of his thighs and attacked his manhood from both sides. Rod gasped.

"Are you insatiable, woman," he laughed.

"You haven't seen insatiable, yet, Rod."

Their hands continued to engage in the mutual exploration of what was rapidly becoming a familiar and beloved landscape. They were not overtly sexual. A flick of a finger here, a slow caress of a secret part there contributed to their increasing arousal. Mostly, though, their shared touching was a reaffirmation of their love, confirmation of their joining on some higher level, revelling in their mutual strengths, sharing their weaknesses and trading help for them.

"Rod, please make me a woman again."

"Are you sure, June? I want to, but you know that even more I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, Rod. It's time. I have to get over the scars. And, Roddie, I do so want you inside me, washing away the filth, loving me, letting me love you all the way."

Rod continued his successful efforts to rouse June. Her juices were soon flowing freely, the result of at least two climaxes by Rod's count. June had been no less diligent. Rod felt his balls were about to explode. A quick twist of her hand and he relaxed. Pain can do that even to a roaring erection.

Rod slid June over onto her back again and positioned himself carefully between her legs.

"June," he said again, "you are in charge now. If you say stop, I'll stop. I won't want to, but I promise I will. If we can't do this today, we'll do it another day, soon. I won't hurt you."

June took the rigid penis hovering over her genitals and slowly, gently slipped it between her lower lips. It slid freely. She hissed at the contact, fighting a mental battle, not a physical one. She moved slowly up on his penis, guiding it always with her hand, ready to pull it away. She tugged slightly, signalling Rod for a little more length. She pushed her hips down into the mattress, backing off, then gradually raised herself again, and then a little higher still. Accepting a bit more of him each time. She wondered if it would be better to just face the agony and get it all over at once? Right now, though, there was no pain.

Actually, it was beginning to feel pretty good. She repeated the cycle, gaining a little more length and a great deal of pleasure each time. She repeated the cycle again. Rod was sweating with the effort to hold back, to let June be absolutely in control. He could ruin a life, here, he thought in an effort to be strong for her.

After what seemed like hours, June had succeeded and Rod was all the way into the marvellous tightness and warmth and security and love that was June. They lay there together, one sheathed in the other, getting used to the feeling of each other. Rod knew he would never forget the first time he and his sister joined.

"Hurt?"

"No, it feels marvellous."

"Let's try a little movement. Stop me if it starts to hurt or feel bad or if you just want to."

Rod pulled out a little. June hissed.

"Is it hurting?"

"No, I just don't want you to go."

"I'll be back."

Rod started a simple rhythm, moving just a couple of inches at a time. June went along happily. He started pulling out a little farther each time. He continued until he had established a pattern of pulling out almost until the head of his penis was kissed by June's labia, then thrusting steadily, not fiercely, back in until he bottomed out. The walls of June's vagina clasped him like warm, wet velvet. It was a loving, secure, wonderful feeling. In and out, he continued, hearing June's breathing start to speed up, enjoying the feeling.

"This is so wonderful, Roddie."

The feelings continued to build up in Rod as he enjoyed the feel of his sister, her lips attached to his, her breasts under his chest and hands, her vagina holding his cock, her legs mingled with his. With virtually no warning these feelings culminated in an intense climax. Rod was spurting into June. Oh hell, he hadn't been able to wait for her.

"Sorry, June. I meant to wait for you. It's just that you feel so damn good."

"Roddie, don't be an asshole. I've never come with a guy in me yet. I've come three times this morning as it is. I've been cock-teasing you for weeks. I started out scared shitless. This has been the most wonderful sexual experience of my life. Don't be sorry that you've made me the happiest woman around. Not just because I didn't come this time."

"OK, sweetheart. I just wanted it to be perfect for you this time."

"Bloody good is enough for me, Roddie. It was fantastic. I have never been loved like that, never. Roddie, I don't think I'm going to be able to ever give you up."

"Won't that be a little hard on Amy?"

"We agreed to share a long time ago."