The Cramped Apartment

The bus dropped us off and Jessie showed me the way.  “It’s just a couple of blocks,” Jessie said.

“Ok,” I sobbed.

“She was hurting you.  Please understand, you don’t need her,” My sister replied as she tapped the keycard to the lock.

“I need food,” I sobbed as Jessie helped me into the apartment.

“I can feed you dinner.  Then, I want you to rest,” She replied, “Then you really need some rest.  When was the last time you slept?”

“I slept fine,” I snapped.

Jessie took my hand and said, “It’s ok that you’re upset.  I know you’re upset right now.  Let me get you something quick.  You’re tired, you’ve earned a good rest.”  My sister then fed me dinner then she continued, “You’re going to share the bed with me.  It’s that or the floor, and I want you to be comfortable.  I do not mind if you’re sleeping next to me.”

I woke up to the alarm clock blaring.  Jessie, my older sister, was lying at my side and I was feeling grateful.  Though her apartment was small – it was just a studio – it was better than being with that abusive girlfriend who treated me like dirt.

Jessie got up and helped transfer me to my wheelchair and said, “I promised I would let you have milk and cereal since that bitch claimed to be lactose intolerant.”

I was still sobbing a little.  I started thinking about all the times my girlfriend promised we could have sex, but never delivered.  Now, that was behind me.  This morning, Jessie was going to teach me how to ride the city bus and take me into Downtown Merryl to just show me around and let me enjoy myself.

As I sat in my wheelchair, Jessie had me in a gentle hug and I decided to open up to her.  “Jessie, can we just talk,” I asked through tears.

“Sure,” She said as she realized I wanted to open up, “Anything you want to say, please do.”

“She treated me like absolute guttershit,” I sobbed, “She thought it was cheating when I was talking on the phone to Amanda.”

Jessie continued to stand at my side and continued to have her arm around me to let me know she would listen to anything I wanted to say.  I then continued, “Then there were the several times: she kept on telling me that she wanted sex.  It never happened, she would then hit me.”  I really cried as I thought about the times she smacked me.

Jessie quickly went over to the kitchen area and got a washcloth and said, “Here, dry your eyes.”  Jessie then thought for a moment as I wiped my eyes.  After taking the washcloth back, she said, “Please be honest, and I won’t be mad: you want to see what a girl looks like, don’t you.”

I nodded yes, but very weakly.  Jessie said, “I don’t mind showing you my privates.”  She then stood in front of me and pulled her clothes completely off.  She then gently took my hand and as she guided it to her vagina, she said, “I don’t mind if you touch.”

I started feeling around her as she stood there.  She asked, “Is touching my thing making you feel any better?  Even a bit is better than nothing.”  I nodded yes, again weakly since I was still upset.

“I think I can cheer you up,” She said as she climbed onto the bed, “Climb into bed and have sex with me.  That should make you feel better.”

Sure enough, Jessie was right: As soon as I began lying on top of her and having sex with her, a lot of pressure seemed to release.  “Jessie, this is going to sound wrong, but I am feeling much better,” I said.

“You’re not crying as hard,” She replied, “So that’s at least an improvement.”

I said, “Thanks.  And I know this is going to sound wrong, but I don’t care that you’re my sister.  I’m just glad to finally have sex after all the broken promises.”

“I figured it would make you feel better,” She said as she pulled me into a hug.

We finished having sex and she helped me get dressed, then got herself dressed.  As she helped me get dressed, she said, “Now, most people consider what we did to be wrong.”

I said, “I wasn’t going to tell anyone we did it.  Not even Amanda or Krista.  I’m still glad we did though.”

“Thank-you,” Jessie replied as she collected our transit passes.

“Just promise me,” I started to say.

“What is it,” Jessie asked.

“Promise this won’t be our last time having sex,” I pleaded.

Jessie took my hands and said, “I promise.  I promise we’ll have sex again.  Next chance we get if you want.”

“Thank-you,” I said.