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 Title: Amelia's Care


Summary: My sister finds a way to help me through my breakup.


keywords: inc,fic

   That recognisable line whispers through the speakers: "Hello darkness my
old friend", surely somebody is taunting me.  I have no energy to get up
and turn off the music so it continues.  This is fast becoming my daily
ritual.  What day even is it?  It is Friday...  it must be Friday; the days
have started blurring into one.  The song plays and the lyrics resonate
through me shaking free the pain I had almost buried away.  Every day since
it had happened I have been building up my barricades, only for them to be
washed away at the flicker of a memory or something hitting too close to
home.  I thought I was starting to make some progress, but again I start
from the beginning.

   I had long since stared at every object in my room from the art on the
walls to the more ordinary of the lamp, chest of drawers, curtains, and
bedsheet.  So I lay and listened staring up at the ceiling admiring it,
much like a white blank page there is nothing really worth looking at but
still I look.  "In restless dreams I walked alone." With that verse the
music is brought to a swift end as my sister walks in and shuts off the
stereo.  She brings an end to the song and my pain, for now, she is my
saviour.  Breaking free from my melancholy I see her looking at me with her
mossy green eyes.  Everyone has always been amazed by her eyes and they
have enchanted many, even though they are hidden behind thick rimmed
glasses.

   "Are you ok?" she asks softly scrunching up her kind face with concern.
This was a question I have been asked a lot recently.  Amelia and I had
always been extremely close growing up and she being the older of the two
of us always looked out for me as the older sibling is meant to.  This is
not to say she beat up my bullies, not that I really had any, or stood up
for me when nobody else did her presence was just constant, supportive, and
caring.  That is why she was in my room cutting short my misery session and
asking how I was- because she cared.  She had come back from college two
weeks earlier and one week into my break up depression.  I had left the
house little since it had happened and even less since she had been back,
which was unusual for me.  I could slowly feel my body falling in
hibernation at the lack of exercise, activities, and general joy in my
life. I was wasting away.

   Was I OK?  No, I fucking wasn't.  "I'm fine, thank you for asking" I
lied.

   "Thank you for telling the truth" she said knowingly with a smile that
caused her dimples to become more accentuated.  She pushed a stray strand
of hair behind her ear and came and sat at the end of my bed.  Amelia's
long black hair, which she normally wore in a ponytail, tumbled past her
shoulders and brushed my leg as she found her place causing it to tingle in
the spot.  She was carrying a book that's title I did not recognise, though
I knew it was philosophy, and rested it across her lap while she sat. 
Amelia has always been a bit of a bookworm and looks the part in a library
with her glasses sitting on her nose.

   This was perhaps her biggest flaw that she often locked herself away at
times getting lost in the world of a book.  Though, at the same time she
didn't lack for friends and all of her reading meant that she was very well
learned and could quote famous authors at the drop of a hat.  This is why
we get along so well, neither of us is overly introvert or extrovert and
can maintain a healthy balance of seeing friends and having time alone to
do our own things.  I think that is why my girlfriend and I broke up; I
wouldn't know for certain as she refused to give me a definitive reason. 
Mackenzie was nice enough but, in truth, we just did not match.  Instead of
having a balance like my sister and I she leaned much more heavily towards
being an extrovert.  For her the greatest of joys could only be had when
you are with others and in weird and wonderful places.

   Amelia was talking.  "You have been lying here all day, I know it's nice
sometimes to do nothing but..." she said trying not to sound too mothering.
"You know I want the best for you right?" I nodded back at her.  "Then
please for me do something today, go to the gym like you usually would and
return to your routine.  I know it can be hard to do your normal things
when something is missing, and I won't mention you know who-"

   "You just did" I interrupted.  Her pale skin scrunched momentarily in
annoyance then returned quickly back to caring and she apologised.  She sat
waiting for me to give a response to her suggestion.

   I didn't have the energy to do anything, but I knew I should.  I didn't
want to push away people like Amelia who were only looking out for me by
ignoring their suggestions.  I tried to summon the energy to give a
resounding yes as an answer and failed.  The same happened when I tried to
say ok.  All I could manage was "I'll try", and I really would.

   This was not the first time Amelia had come into my room trying to get
me to be active.  Last week she had stopped by and asked if I would come
and join her for some drinks with some of our mutual friends.  I tried to
refuse then too but she didn't take no for an answer.  "It will only be a
short thing not all evening you can come and leave early if you like."
Eventually, I agreed that I would make an appearance though when the time
and I was sat looking at the clock fully dressed I stayed home.  Later she
stopped by and said "we missed you, I'm sorry you couldn't make it but
don't worry." I tried to show her a smile but I was feeling too glum so I
flashed a half grin and went back to doing nothing.

   The next day she tried again.  "Hey, let's go to a movie here are the
listings what looks good?" I looked through the films.  I knew that some of
them were meant to be extremely good and there were others that when I
first saw the trailers I could hardly wait to see.  However, I went through
the list and after she read out each name I shrugged my shoulders
despondently.  "Ok, maybe another time" she said disappointed.  When she
saw me later that day I was in the same position in my room still feeling
sorry for myself.  She didn't say anything but she didn't have to.  With
her suggestion of the gym there was no pressure on me to be happy for our
friends or Amelia as it would just be me and that made it easier.

   So later that day I entered the gym.  True to my word I tried and I
succeeded much to my own surprise, even at the entrance holding onto the
steel handle when doubt crossed my mind I ignored it and ploughed on.  I
tried to follow my typical routine by going to the weights room first but
upon arrival I looked around and knew my heart was not in it.  So instead I
went up a level to the cardio floor and after stretching started using a
rowing machine.

   I focus on rowing.  Keep you back straight, push with your legs, move
back and engage your core, then finish pulling back with your arms
completing the motion.  I can feel my body waking up with every row as my
muscles flex and work.  My breathing is getting faster sooner than I would
like but I feel a smile find its way onto my face as I fall back into the
familiar.  She was right this does feel good I am glad that I'm here.

   I row for a while and am enjoying myself though soon my focus wanes and
in front of me I spot there are two women using elliptical machines.  Their
skin is glistening slightly from their hard work and they are wearing form
fitting black lycra exercise gear.  Instinctively I look away, it is rude
to stare and I should really be focusing on what I am doing, but my eyes
keep drifting back to them.  What is the harm?  They can't see me only I
can see them.  As they use the machine they rise up one leg at a time with
one leg bending and the other lengthening.  They're moving in sync, their
tight bodies together, as they rise my arousal rises with them.  Since the
breakup I have not felt this way, it was another familiar feeling that I
was very much enjoying like an old friend.  I am sure the exercise played a
big part in this and I have my sister to thank for her that.

   Perhaps it is wrong to be staring at their wonderfully shaped bodies but
I can't help myself.  Their tight fitting clothing and well defined
posteriors are too good to ignore.  On one of the women I can see the edge
of her pink underwear riding up above her waistline, she keeps hastily
pushing it back down but it continues to creep up.  I quickly realise soon
after this that I cannot do both things: rowing and gawking (and getting
aroused), and while I would like to continue rowing my body is not allowing
me that choice right now so I take a break.

   In my head I am thinking of all the things I would do with those bodies
both individually and together: I would have them slowly undress drawing
the material down over their curves teasing me, I would spank them and
watch their bodies react, and I would grab a hold of them as I bend them
over and drive myself into them.  I had not had thoughts of this nature for
a long time.  I realised that in fact I had not masturbated since the
breakup, however, I knew as soon as I was home that would be the first
thing I'd do.  So I finished up in the gym, torn myself away from these
fine women and scampered home.

   Later I was in the kitchen drinking a big drink of water to replenish
and recover after my workout.  I was still thinking about those two women
at the gym in their tight clothing and how every curve was displayed.  The
drink in my hand was disappearing fast as I wanted nothing more than to be
continuing this line of thought in the shower with some privacy and
something else in my hand.

   Just before I was set to leave though my sister enters the room and
joins me and I almost choked on the water when I saw what she was wearing.
Like the women at the gym she is in almost identical workout gear: tight,
black, and highlighting everything.  I had been spending so much time
thinking of all of the naughty things I wanted to do to those women that
upon seeing my sister in those clothes I see her in their place and I felt
something shameful stirring.  "Hey, how are you?  Have fun at the gym I'm
about to head out" she said.  My mind was full of thoughts trying to
suppress the hardening sensation in my underwear and voices were screaming
at me "SHE ISN'T THEM SHE IS YOUR SISTER, STOP!  STOP NOW!"

   "Hello?  Is anyone home?" she said looking and miming waving her hand in
front of my eyes at me puzzled at why I was ignoring her.

   I managed to splutter out "it was g-good thank you" and satisfied she
continued with her preparation turning around and bending over to reach
something in a lower cupboard.  Her bottom rises up in the air as her head
is lowered.  The material stretches to adjust to her rear pushing out as
she moves and it holds close to her body.  My efforts at supressing my
erection were failing fast and I could feel my face begin to flush red and
I start to panic not knowing how to react.  I turned to face the counter so
that my body was facing away from her and crucially my crotch was pressed
against the cabinets.  My cock was throbbing and was so hard it hurt.  I
looked out of the window into the garden staring like I had in my room at
one place trying to calm myself down.  If I didn't look at her there was
nothing wrong.  I looked at the apple tree listening to my sister rummage
around and quietly whispered to myself stay calm while my mind spat vitriol
at me for having these feelings and thoughts.

   "Let's go swimming later how about that" she said interrupting my
self-deprecation.  I was going to refuse; I was not stupid I knew that
seeing her in her swimsuit would after this would push my limits further
than her exercise gear had.  However, before I could she added "and I won't
take no for an answer, see you this evening!" and with that left before I
could stutter out another word.  She touched my arm comfortingly as she
walked past me.  I didn't masturbate in the shower even though I still
wanted to as it felt too strange.  Now in the place of those women from the
gym was Amelia in her gym wear and I couldn't shake the thought of her
bending over from my mind.

   We arrived at the pool late in the evening, it was dark outside but the
centre stayed open until midnight to accommodate the late night swimmers.
As we looked through the glass window at reception it appeared that we were
the only two keen for a swim today.  The journey was awkward for me but I
managed to get through it by turning up the radio which always made my
sister, this time included, sing to her hearts content.  Together we went
to the changing rooms- a series of stalls each with a locker inside. 
Entering this room, which was closer to the water than the reception, meant
that we could smell that familiar scent of chlorine and hear the
distinctive echoes of sound hitting the water.

   We took turns getting changed with Amelia going first while I stood
fiddling with my hands as I waited.  When she exited the stall she was
wearing a plain navy one piece swimsuit, though not as revealing as bikini
and bottoms the nature of the clothing meant that her body was on show. 
Her long legs seemed to never end, her hips stood out seductively, and her
sizeable chest looked very inviting.  Worryingly, I was starting to notice
things about her body more and more.  I did my best to not ogle her and
keeping my eyes down I darted into the stall as I started to feel the
sensation again in my underwear that made me feel so wrong.  I needed time
alone to calm my urges and steady myself if I was going to get through
this.

   She had left the locker open for me and the key was resting on a pile of
her clothes and her glasses.  I picked it up but in doing so accidently
pulled with it her clothes.  Her t-shirt, which was on top, fell out of the
locker and almost hit the ground before I caught it.  Below her t-shirt
neatly folded was my sister's underwear: a lacy black bra and thong.  I had
seen my sister's underwear before but this time there was an undeniable
hint of something sexual about them I had never felt before.  I really
needed to get a hold of these feelings.

   As I returned her t-shirt to its place subconsciously I pulled my hand
back and nudged her underwear gently telling myself that this I think
deliberate action was an accident.  They stayed in place.  After a pause
and momentary consideration I moved my hand again but more forcefully this
time and knocked them out of the locker, like with the t-shirt I caught
them as they fell.  So now I was standing in a changing room with my Amelia
steps away with her bra and panties in my hand.  I was meant to be getting
changed and now I was doing this.  How long had I even been in here?  Would
she be starting to get suspicious?  The lace felt soft against my
fingertips as they traced the designs.  I could imagine her wearing them
clearly and my erection now could not be stopped.  I only regained focus
when I realised I had started touching myself and was horrified at myself.
I threw Amelia's underwear back into the locker and quickly stripped off
and put on my swimsuit, ignoring my erection the whole time.  You don't
deserve attention traitor.

   After double checking you could not make out the subsiding bulge in the
front of my swimwear I strapped the key to my wrist, exited the stall, and
we headed to the edge of the pool.  Amelia was tying up her hair into a bun
on top of her head.  The water was like a flat pane of glass it sat still
and tranquil as nobody was in the pool.  We made our way around the edge, I
personally had to resist the urge to dive in and break the calm, towards
the showers.  Here we washed off the outside world as to not bring it with
as into the pool.  Of course, while doing so the sight of my sister as
water flowed down her beautiful body caressing it meant my urges returned
and I jumped into the pool ahead of her to hide my growing excitement.

   We swam for nearly an hour and with our bodies hidden below the water so
I could relax and not worry about seeing her or worrying about her seeing
me.  We talked, swam lengths, and relaxed in the shallow end- all in all it
was a very nice way to spend an evening with my sister and one of my
closest friends.  As we exited the pool I was starting to feel more upbeat
about things and this was in no small part due to the love and support of
my sister in doing the simple things like taking me swimming.

   When we arrived back at the changing room I was overcome with
conflicting emotions of love and lust.  I felt a strong feeling of family
and appreciation for Amelia for being there for me.  She turned to face me
at our stall and without a second thought I moved in and hugged her, I
hugged my sister for being her.  Amelia was surprised but embraced me in
return "it's good to see you smiling and happy".  I was smiling and I was
happy, until it happened.

   My waring emotions called a temporary truce and lust took over in the
interim.  My erection returned with vigour and quickly, within seconds I
could feel my hard cock pressing against my sister's stomach before I could
step back and I knew she could feel it too.  When I did jump back I was
shocked at my body's betrayal and overwhelmed with embarrassment.  I met
Amelia's eyes for an instant and I could see she must have felt the same.
In my haste with the locker key strapped around my wrist I caught on the
strap of Amelia's swimsuit and as I pulled back it came with it, until it
tore.  The side of her swimsuit collapsed down and the navy moved aside to
reveal her bare skin and bare breast.  Her breast was outstanding- perky
and perfectly shaped.  Her nipple was largish but cute and stood erect at
the touch of the cool air on the skin.  She gasped.

   For some reason, I still don't understand, my first instinct was to help
cover her and to do so I reached out and grasped at the fallen material. 
However, in doing so with her moving too my hand strayed and cupped around
her breast.  Amelia was warm and her skin against my hand was soft, I could
feel her nipple protruding into my palm tickling it.  She was filling my
hand with her sizeable breast.  I should have let go then and there, but I
didn't.  Seconds after I should have, but I didn't.  I knew I should, but I
didn't.  I looked at my hand shocked and then up at her, she was equally
shocked.  "Buy me a drink fir..." she started to say trying to make a joke
out of the situation but her words drifted away as she spoke and held no
conviction.

   My body took a step forward moving towards her then realised what I was
doing and so did she: I was moving in trying to take things further.  Now I
let go, I had let things go too far I knew it and I knew so did she.  "Oh
God, I'm so sorry!  I'm so sorry!" I said.  "I didn't...  I wasn't..." I
looked down and to my horror saw the front of my swim shorts tented with my
bulging erection, she looked down also.

   "Oh" is all she said.  I was so embarrassed I could feel the skin on my
face melting as it turned the brightest of reds.  My hands shot down to
cover myself and now realising that her breast was still exposed Amelia
reached up and covered herself too.  She opened her mouth to say something
but said nothing.

   There was an unbearable lull that I couldn't stomach not even for a
moment.  I hastily ducked past Amelia and went quickly into the stall
opening the locker clumsily and grabbing a handful of clothes while she
stood dumbfounded.  "I'm so sorry Amelia" I said and then I had to get
away. Through the changing room and into the reception I went, behind me I
could hear her calling me back but I kept going.  I went out into the night
air wet and only in my swim shorts.  I didn't think things could get any
worse for me when I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, but they
had.  Where do I go from here?  My own sister!  How will I ever look her in
the eyes again?  I am a piece of shit.  I feel sick.  I slipped into my
clothes instantly making them damp and begun to shiver.  I looked around
and knew there was only one path for me tonight so I started walking down
the road, I couldn't face the journey back with her.

   I walked for hours just wandering doing anything possible to not go home
and face her.  However, before too long the night was at its darkness and I
couldn't stay out any longer.  I shut the front door quietly when I
returned home and snuck up the stairs like a burglar.  I watched my feet
willing them to step lightly and constantly checked ahead of me for
obstacles.  Having trod this journey for years I knew my way around the
house in the night and entered my room by memory and softly closed the door
behind me.  I striped down to just my underwear and sat on the top of my
sheets thinking.

   A great deal of time passed with me sitting there before my reflections
were interrupted by a soft knock at my door.  It was still deep in the
night still so I turned on a lamp and slid under the sheets to hide
undressed self.  Before she had even entered I knew it was her.  She was
wearing a turtleneck jumper that was a size too large and covered her upper
body in its entirety; this was coupled with baggy sweatpants that again hid
all of her skin.  I am not surprised I would hide my body too if someone
had grabbed at me.

   Angrily she said "Thank God, I was so worried." I couldn't look at her.
"Look-"she continued coming over and sitting next to me on my bed with her
back facing me "we need to talk about what happened." I turned and looked
at the wall inches away I was so embarrassed and ashamed.  I couldn't even
speak and I felt like I was going to cry.  Amelia reached out and touched
my shoulder causing me recoil; her hand left me for a second then she
turned and hugged me with love.  She kept saying over and over again "I
just want you to get better".  I hated myself so much in that moment as
like before I became hard so fast and my bulge was obvious and she noticed.
She didn't pull away she just kept repeating "I just want you to feel
better" and reached down and to my surprise pulled back the sheet and
grasped my cock through my underwear.

   What was happening!?  Before I knew it she had pulled my cock out from
my underwear and was softly stroking it still repeating that line, now it
was Amelia who couldn't look me in the eyes.  "I just want you to feel
better." Her hand felt cold against the raging heat of my erection but was
quickly warming as it caressed up and down.  I knew my body wanted this but
did I?  This was my sister and things were getting out of hand fast.  There
was no discussion the only thing being said was by her: "I just want you to
feel better." I was in a bizarre way though neither of us felt comfortable.

   I was enjoying Amelia's hand wrapped around my shaft but I wasn't
progressing towards climax even a little as I was too out of the moment. 
We stayed in that position for ten minutes and after a few minutes my
sister had stopped talking so we sat in silent with the background noise of
her jerking me.

   Without saying anything she lowered her head into my lap resting on the
top of my thighs facing an area no sister should be so close to.  With her
hand she directed me towards her then face then started pressing the tip of
my cock against her lips.  They were full and felt so soft.  She didn't
open her mouth but pressed me increasingly harder against them, it seemed
like she wanted to do something but her body wouldn't let her.  Then just
as the pressing was starting to become uncomfortable her lips parted and
passed through into her mouth.  My tip was met with warmth as she exhaled
softly and the heat of her salvia.  Her tongue tentatively touched me and
then grew in confidence and begun swirling around the end of my cock.  The
sensation was amazing and the tip of my cock was fast getting very wet from
Amelia's gentle pleasuring.  I still couldn't believe what was happening-
my sister had my cock in her mouth, yet, somehow it didn't feel wrong in
fact it felt great and I was starting to relax.  For a moment I left her
mouth and Amelia speaking into my cock asked "are you ok?"

   I didn't know how to reply so I nodded before realising that she was
looking away from me.  She turned and looked up at me and finally our eyes
met.  "Yes" I replied before I could think.  Amelia started to look away
again as she took me back into her mouth, but there was a moment when our
eyes were still locked and her lips closed around my shaft where neither of
us could deny what was happening.

   As we settled in and accepted this unusual situation we both grew in
confidence.  Amelia started to take more of me into her mouth past the tip
and lifted her head from resting on my legs.  I edged my hand closer and
then started to caress the back of her head and long black hair with my
deviant hand.  My cock was getting very slobbery as Amelia sure knew how to
give a sloppy blowjob.  Every time she went down little bubbles were formed
from the saliva.  The noise had greatly increased now too with the
slickness as she gilded up and down my length.  Still she was gentle and
almost nurturing trying to do what she thought I would like the most.

   "Would it help if you saw my...  err...  I'll take this off.  God I'm so
nervous, please tell me this is helping are you feeling better?" I nodded
and this time she was looking at me to see.  Giving my cock I rest she
straightened up and pulled her turtle neck up from her waist and over her
head.  As the jumper went up past her breasts they jiggled celebrating
their freedom and I could stare unashamedly at them as the jumper was over
her face.  Amelia had such nice breasts they really were quite huge and
were doing their best to burst free from her purple bra.  I didn't have to
guess how large they were as I had caught a glimpse of the label on one her
bras truly innocently a while back: 32F.  She hid them well day to day with
the way she dressed and if you weren't seeing her in a swimsuit, or as I am
now in a bra, you wouldn't notice.

   When her top was off she looked amazing- she was a true beauty.  Upon
seeing me admiring her she covered her breasts with her hands; she was shy
but ducked down and, after telling me "lay back let me make you feel good",
continued sucking my cock- so not so shy.  Overcompensating she tried to
take me deeper but gapped as I reached the back of my throat and coughed
and spluttered over me.

   "Are you ok" I said lightly taking a hold on her chin with my hand.  She
was going so far to help me in her own way I really wanted her to feel
appreciated and loved because she was, more now than ever.  She didn't
answer she just returned me to her mouth.  How honest and real the whole
experience had become from its shy and unsure beginning is was what I found
most exciting.  Amelia massaging my balls and licking me from top to bottom
is bonus.  That is not to say I didn't adore her technique.  The way her
tongue wrapped and writhed around me while I was in her mouth and licked
and lapped enthusiastically when it was not.  The feel of her cheeks
tightening as she sucked me in.  The wetness and sounds it made as she
continued to slobber over my shaft drooling so much that I was drenched. 
The sight of the back of her head as she bobbed up and down taking me
inside of her body.

   I place my hand on her shoulder "Amelia, I'm getting close."

   "Mmmmhhrr" she replies not removing me from her mouth or stopping her
motion.  When I said I was close I meant it I only had a few seconds left
in me.  The pleasure continued to build crossing over that point of no
return and I submitted to the ecstasy.  I finished inside her mouth my
first load feeling so strong and like it filled her entirely.  She must
have been lost in the moment when I told her I was close as this came as a
surprise to her and she pulled me out after my initial wave of cum.

   My seed dribbled out of her open mouth adding contrast to her red lips
and falling down her chin seductively.  The second blast came just as
strongly and drew a sinful line from her forehead to her cheek.  She looked
taken a back, perhaps this was her first time receiving a facial I knew it
was my first providing one.  The final wave coated her nose and hung off
the tip swaying and holding on until it fell off onto her top lip.  "Wow"
she said and I echoed her words.

   "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-", I said as she started wiping her brothers
cum off her face with her finger and wiping in on her stomach.

   "It's ok, don't worry about it" she paused before continuing "You know
you look happy for the first time in a long time and I don't think you're
faking it.  I think for 'that' you were you again.  I'm...  I'm glad I
could help you." I smiled I was happy.
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