The Caregiver Pt. 02

PART TWO

Light trickled through the curtains and started to stir me. My head hurt--fuck, how much had I drunk?

I felt a body press against me. My cock was hard and pressed between her arse cheeks.

Fuck, it's coming back to me. I remember. That's my sister's arse.

I should feel regret. I don't.

I remember it all now--the feeling of her. A closeness. It felt right.

She was still asleep, moving unconsciously. Her arse pushed back, rubbing into me. This felt good. I enjoyed the moment, knowing it might not last. What if she regrets it when she wakes up? We may have destroyed our relationship.

Liz began to wake, shuffling her body against mine. Then she froze, feeling my cock against her. Neither of us spoke for a second.

I knew I had to break the silence. "Good morning."

"Good morning," she replied, almost nervously.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes and no." She gave it another second, as if weighing whether to say more. "I don't know... last night was... brilliant and terrible. I mean, I feel bad at how much I liked it. I feel bad about Dave. But mostly I just feel something I haven't felt for a long time."

She said it rather honestly, still facing away from me.

"I know," I said. "But I've never felt anything like that either. Being with you was a feeling I've never felt--a connection deeper than anything else."

"You're my brother. Fuck, this is so wrong, but it felt so right." She paused for a second. "I can feel your hard cock pressing against me, and I want it."

I kissed her neck and she let out a moan. "I want you too, sis," I whispered into her ear.

I kissed her neck again and pulled her closer.

"We shouldn't," she said weakly.

"I'll stop if you want me to."

She immediately caved. "Fuck me. And once more, please. I need it. Then we stop. OK?"

"OK," I whispered in her ear as my hand made its way down her stomach. It reached her clit and I rubbed it. She was already soaking wet. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Yes," she moaned. "So wet for you. I'm so turned on. Please take me."

With her still facing away from me, I slipped my cock down from her arse and rubbed it against her wet pussy before pushing in deep.

"Oh god," I groaned as her pussy engulfed my cock.

"Yes, right there," she moaned.

With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, I thrust in and out, building up speed. "Feels so good. I love you, Liz."

"Fuck yes. Your cock feels so good. Ahh, yes. I love you. Please don't stop."

I didn't stop. I held her tight and I fucked her. She was getting louder.

"Fuck, yes, yes, oh god, I'm going to cum."

"Me too," I grunted.

"Yes, do it. Cum with me. Cum in me."

I gripped her tightly as I unloaded into her. "Yes," I moaned.

Her body shook against mine as she came.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes. I didn't even pull out. We just lay there, still joined. I think we both knew this might be the end of things.

Eventually I pulled out. I felt the cum leak out of my sister. It hit me what we'd done, we weren't drunk; there wasn't really an excuse. I kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she said. "Thanks for everything. But you know we can't do it again."

"I know. Now you can take care of Dave, and hopefully feel a bit less stressed. Remember though, I'm always here if you need help with anything."

A week passed. I hadn't talked to Liz. I wanted to give her space, plus I wasn't sure I knew what to say. We'd made the agreement, we couldn't do it again, but it was all I could think about. My mind kept replaying it, remembering all the details: how her body looked, how she felt in my hands, her soft skin, the feeling of being inside her. Fuck, it was too much.

I'd loved it. More than I'd loved anything. I wanted her. But I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong. She was already going through so much.

One evening after work, I found myself driving without really thinking about where I was going. An hour into the journey I ended up outside my sister's house, I stopped, stared at the at the house knowing she was in there, The living room light came on as I passed, and I quickened my pace, hoping she hadn't seen me.

What the fuck was I doing?

This was insane, I thought to myself. You need to get a grip.

The following week I texted her. I knew if I didn't try to resume a normal relationship soon, everything could be lost. I tried hard to put my feelings aside and try to go back to normal.

*Hey, how are you doing? Just want to check in and see if you're OK?*

There, sent. I could only hope now. About an hour later I got a reply.

*Hey, sorry I haven't been in touch. Dave took a turn for the worse so I've been at the hospital a lot.*

I stared at the screen. While I'd been brooding and driving around, she'd been at her husband's bedside. A cold prickle ran through my chest. I should have checked. I should have called.

You're not helping, I told myself. Not like this.

The next day I left work early to visit Dave in the hospital. I had to see him. I would have been a pretty shitty person not to visit my dying brother-in-law.

It was much harder than I'd been expecting. First, he looked awful. It was clear he wasn't doing well. He even told me the doctors said he should prepare himself, he might not leave the hospital this time. That was hard to hear.

But the other reason it was hard was I was overcome with guilt. Every time I looked at him, all I could think was about what I'd done. Fuck. What a terrible person I am. I slept with your wife while you were dying. What a fucking bastard I am.

After I left Dave, Liz was outside. She asked if I wanted to get a coffee in the hospital café. We made our way down the white-illuminated halls to the café. We sat. She smiled at me. I smiled back. There was an air of something between us.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"I don't know. I hate seeing him like this. The doctors say he can't last much longer, but they've been saying that for the past year."

I nodded. "I know. But I've never seen him look this bad, and he said he knows it's the end now."

"Yeah. I'm not sure I'm ready to admit that yet." Sadness was all over her face.

I understood, well, to some degree. I knew she really loved Dave; she wasn't ready to let him go. My heart ached for her. I hated everything about this.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," I said. I reached out to touch her hand across the table. As I touched her I felt a surge of electricity--it was magnetic. She pulled back.

"Sorry," I said.

"No, it's fine. It's just... you know, after the other night and being here... I can't do that."

"I understand. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Not right now, but promise you'll come back soon. Dave would love to see you, and so would I."

"I promise, I'll be back soon."

I left and headed home.

A couple of days later, I made a return visit to the hospital. When I got to his room, Dave was asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, I quietly closed the door and walked down the hall.

There was a small alcove just outside the ward. Liz was in it, as though she were hiding.

I stepped in. "Are you OK?"

"Not really," she replied. "This is all so much." She was in pain that much was clear.

Over her shoulder I could see the door to Dave's room, twenty feet down the corridor. He was in there, asleep. I wondered how long we had.

I reached out and pulled her into a hug, and just held her for a few moments. She looked up at me, her sad eyes searching mine. Then she leaned in to kiss me.

"We shouldn't," I said, and pulled back.

She didn't let me. "Please. I need this."

Somewhere behind us a trolley rattled past. We both froze. Then she kissed me anyway, not a sibling kiss, a deep, passionate one. Fuck, it was hot.

As the kiss ended, she looked into my eyes.

"I need to tell you something." She took a deep breath. Clearly, it was something big. "Something's happened. I... I... umm... I missed my last period."

It hung in the air for a second before she said, "I haven't done a test, but I might be pregnant. And you'd be the father."

I cut her off. "I understand."

I knew what she was telling me. Fuck. I screamed it in my head. Fuck, how could this have happened? I mean, I knew how it could have happened--I fucked my sister and now she might be pregnant.

I reached out and squeezed her arm. "Are you OK?"

"I don't know."

"What are you going to do?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. I can't think about it too much yet. We need to get back in and check on Dave. For now, he is my priority."

I went home, my mind spinning. That night I didn't sleep. What was I going to do? What a fucking mess. I loved my sister. I couldn't believe I'd put her in this situation. Now, not only was she dealing with a dying husband, but I'd also added a potential pregnancy into the mix.

The next day I texted Liz, asking if she wanted to talk about it. She said she wasn't ready. I understood. I told her I was here, and when she was ready, I would do anything.

The next night I finally got a bit of sleep when I heard my phone ringing. It was late. I looked at the clock, it was 3:22 am. I picked up. It was Liz. I answered; she was sobbing. I sat bolt upright.

"Liz, what is it?"

"It's... Dave." She sobbed between words. "He died... He's gone," she wailed.

"Oh god, Liz, I'm so sorry. Where are you? I'm coming to you."

"I've just left the hospital. I'm going home."

"I'm on my way," I said.

I got to her house. I poured her a drink. We didn't talk for a good while. I could just sit with her.

Eventually I said, "Maybe you should go and get some sleep."

"OK," she said softly. "Do you think you could lie with me? I don't want to be alone."

"Of course."

We went up to her bedroom, stripped off to our underwear, and got into bed. I spooned her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. "I'm here for you. I've got you," I whispered into her ear.

I held her close and we lay in the darkness, just the two of us.

I awoke to a strange feeling. It felt like someone was touching me. As I opened my eyes, I could see and feel Liz jerking my cock.

"Liz... what are you doing?" I groaned.

"Shhh. Don't talk. I need this, OK? Just... fuck me. I need something. I need you. Please don't judge. Don't think. Just take me and fuck me, please."

I was conflicted. I should stop. Fuck, but her hand felt so good. Shit, this is wrong. I know this is wrong. For Christ's sake, her husband has just died. But fuck, I wanted her and I couldn't stop myself.

I reached round and squeezed her tit, tweaking her nipple. She moaned into the pillow. With my other hand, I slipped in her panties and felt her wet pussy. I found her clit and slowly rubbed it.

"Oh god, yes," she groaned. Right there.

I slowly inserted my fingers while my thumb teased her clit. I kissed her neck.

"Please, I need you. I need you so bad. Please, fuck me. Fuck me."

I pulled her panties down, aimed my cock, and pushed in. Fuck, she felt so good. I could almost hear Dave's voice in the next room, could feel his corpse somewhere cold in a morgue. I'm doing this. To his widow. On the sheets he paid for.

I tried to push the thoughts away but they clung to the edges of my vision.

"Oh yes! Fuck me! God, your cock feels good."

I started to thrust from behind. "Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy feels incredible."

"Don't talk. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I obliged. I picked up speed and fucked her hard, pounding into her. She was groaning.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," she moaned.

I could feel her cumming, which set me off. I pulled out and came right off her arse cheeks. Fuck, she looked so sexy with my cum on her arse.

"Thank you," she said, panting. "I know it was wrong, but I needed that."

We lay in bed for a bit before I asked, "What now?"

"I'm not sure. But for now, will you stay and help me process this?"

"Of course."

I was here for her. I just didn't know where this was going to go now.