I woke up the next morning with Celia in my arms, both of us on our sides. Her perfect little ass was pressed up against my cock, which had awoken before I had. My sister is a hard sleeper, and after calling her name a couple of times with no movement from her, I began to move. I had been instinctively pressing my hips and cock against her, but I wanted to be inside her again. I reached down and grasped my cock and rubbed it against her pussy lips. Just as my cock was hard before I woke up, her pussy was damp before she woke up. I could feel her wetness and warmth on the head of my cock and slipped it inside of her. I rocked gently back and forth and was amazed at how different she felt from this position. The pressure on my cock was different from last night, and it felt even better. I slid my hand onto her hip and pulled her back against me and enjoying her warmth and tightness around me. Staying deep inside of her, as if I could poke her awake from the inside, I slid my hand and cupped her breast and gently squeezing her. I kissed her shoulder and said, “Wake up, sleepyhead.” With my middle and index fingers on either side of her nipple, I tugged on it as I again pressed deeper inside of her.
I heard her groan and couldn’t tell if it was because she didn’t want to wake up or because she was awake and felt good. I got my answer as she turned her head over her shoulder and kissed me, her hand reaching up to pull my head closer to her. She pressed herself back into me and said, “Do it fast, Danny.” There was hunger in her voice that amplified my own. I wasn’t getting as deep as I wanted to, though she felt terrific from this angle, so I rolled her onto her stomach, so I was on top of her, and, my god, it felt so good. She kept my head pulled close so we could kiss, and I slid my hands down to her waist and did as she wanted, doing it fast. Feeling the pressure from her pussy at this angle, more on the bottom of the head of my cock as I quickly slid in and out of her, was such a fantastic feeling. Her breath came quicker as I was moving as fast as I could to fill her. She slid a hand down between her legs to play with her clit, and I could feel my balls bumping into her fingers as she played. It was unexpected and felt so good that it pushed me over the edge. I pulled her hips back and buried myself inside her as I came deep inside of her. She put her face down into the pillow, and I don’t know if the vibrations that I felt were from the waves of her orgasm causing her to squeeze down on my cock or if they were from the moan/scream that she did into my pillow.
We lay like that, with me kissing her neck for several minutes. My cock had not softened that much, and when it hardened a bit more, I resumed moving inside her. I kissed her neck and held her breasts in my hands. She whispered a quiet “Yes,” drawing out the ‘s’ in a hiss of delight. She pressed herself up and back against me, enjoying my length, slowly sliding inside of her. My cock is about 7 inches in length but is pretty thick, with a slightly larger head with one big vein and smaller offshoots visible on the top of my cock when I’m fully hard. When I looked down at her beautiful little ass and saw my cock disappearing between her legs as we moved together, it was very arousing.
Hearing her moan softly and take quick, deep breaths when I kept pushing after sliding entirely inside of her was so exciting for me. As much as she wanted it fast earlier, I enjoyed the feeling of moving slowly and having my hands and mouth on her body while feeling her soft flesh against mine. We moved together like that with no real change in speed or rhythm for about a half-hour, just thoroughly enjoying the feel of being one and sharing this newfound closeness. I slid my cock mostly out of her and began to make short strokes to enjoy the feeling of her tight pussy closer to the head of my cock, which is more sensitive for me. It felt so good that my orgasm came quickly and flooded her again with my warmth. After I came, I again slid fully inside her to enjoy her tight little ring around the base of my cock now. I was so content inside of her, delighted with our orgasms, that I didn’t want to move. She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder and said, “I love you. I really do, but if you don’t get off of me, I’m going to pee all over your bed!” We both laughed and uncoupled so she could get up and run to the bathroom. I laid there with my hands behind my head, trying to take in everything that had happened in the last 24 hours but struggled to do so. Somewhere, deep inside, I felt like I should be sickened by what had happened, but I wasn’t. Loving my sister felt more right than anything had ever felt. Granted, we were eighteen and had little life experience, but this felt like the most obvious thing to me. She was my little sister (hey, three and a half minutes count!), and she was MINE. I wasn’t going to let anyone else ever hurt her or let her down. I didn’t want anyone else to enjoy what I had just enjoyed with her. Made together, she and I belonged together.
I heard the phone ringing, so I grabbed my sweats and threw them on my way to the phone. We weren’t allowed to have phones in our room, but there was one at the other end of the hall from our bedrooms, at the top of the stairs. I ran to it and picked it up and heard my mother, crying and in distress. “Mom, what’s wrong?!” I asked into the phone. From the other end of the phone, I heard my mother try and compose herself; “Daniel, I need you and Cecelia to get dressed. Someone from the family will be at the house to pick you two up and bring you to the hospital. It’s your father.” I didn’t understand, “Dad’s at the hospital? What’s wrong?!” My mother fought to maintain her composure but was unable to keep her tears from her voice. “Daniel, please do as I’ve asked, okay, Honey? Someone will be there soon, and I’ll see you when you get here.” Mom ended the call from her end, and I stood there with a sick feeling in my stomach. I ran back to my room and told my sister to get dressed, someone from the family was coming over to take us to the hospital, and it had something to do with dad. She looked both confused and terrified but went to her room to get ready to be picked up.
Five minutes later, a car was outside, and someone rang the doorbell. My sister and I were ready and went out to get in the car. I had seen the driver before but wasn’t sure of his name. Once we were in, the driver sped off, and we were on our way. I asked if he knew anything about our father, and he didn’t have much to tell us. Our surprise at our mother’s news was because my father was an inmate at the Federal prison. The prison had a hospital on-site, so for him to transferred to my mother’s hospital meant something abnormal or severe must be going on. Typically, the drive into Chicago took about an hour from our home, but the driver got us there much quicker than that. I held my sister’s hand as we sped closer to the heart of the city and the hospital. When we pulled up to the hospital’s entrance, there was a car there identical to the black car that we were in. I did recognize one of the family members outside of that car. We pulled up behind the car and stopped. My sister and I got out, and I went up to Jimmy at the other car and asked if he knew where my mother and father were. He told us to follow him, and we went inside. Jimmy had worked with my father and uncle for as long as I could remember. It was good to see a face that was familiar when everything else was so uncertain.
Jimmy led us through the lobby and to the bank of elevators. We stepped into the next car and began the ride up. I asked Jimmy if he knew what was going on. He told us that he only knew something happened to our father and he had been brought here. Celia and I held hands on the way up. The doors opened, and Jimmy led us down the hall to an empty room. My mother sat in the dimly lit room with her head in her hands, sobbing quietly. My sister and I ran over to our mother and knelt down to hug her. “Mom, what’s wrong? What’s going on with Dad?” we asked. She held our hands in her lap and told us that our father had been attacked at the prison. His injuries were severe enough that they brought him to the hospital for surgery. She had not received any updates since they had taken him down. We sat there with my mom for hours, hoping that Dad was somehow going to be okay, that we would get to see him again. Our relationship with our father was complicated, though it wasn’t bad. He loved us all, and we knew it, but when it came to business, he was like a different person. He made that transition from our dad to his business personality much quicker than the rest of us. So, while we understood it, it could be frightening at times. We sat there in silence with our mother wanting to comfort her, wishing to comfort each other but not knowing how. The hours passed much too slowly.
I awoke in the morning in the large chair my mother had been sitting in last night. Celia was sitting across my lap resting her back against the arm of the chair, and had her head on my shoulder. There was now a hospital bed in the room, and my father was lying in it. He was hooked to machines with tubes taped to his mouth and nose, wires taped to his chest, and a large dressing on his abdomen and side. Insultingly, he was handcuffed to the bed. As if he would have run, even if he were able. The sight of the handcuffs was as shocking as the condition he appeared to be in. I saw mom in the hallway speaking with Jimmy and a doctor. I shook Celia and told her that Dad was back. She stirred and brushed the hair away from her face. We got out of the chair, walked to the foot of Dad’s bed and stood transfixed by all of the apparatuses hooked to my father. “Children, come out here, please,” we heard our mother say. Our hands found each other and we walked into the hall to our mother. “Daniel, Cecelia, this is Doctor Laterza. He’s saved your father’s life.” We both looked at him and thanked him. He looked tired as if he had been up for a very long time. “Well, now, I was able to stabilize him and, while it looks good now, as I told you, your husband suffered an immense amount of trauma. There’s no way to predict where things will go from here. We’re not out of the woods yet.” We looked back into the room at our father. His chest was rising and falling as the ventilator helped him to breathe. Lying there, he seemed quite frail, not like the powerful and passionate man we knew. It was almost too much to bear. I asked, “Well, when will we know something? How long until he’s okay?” He looked at me, not exactly sympathetically but kindly, and said, “Young man, I wish I could answer that for you, but I can’t. The human body is capable of incredible things and we don’t know why some people’s bodies can overcome things that other people can’t. However, what your father went through was very serious and traumatic, and we have to wait and see if his body is able to overcome it.” My mother put her hand on my arm and said, “Children, Dr. Laterza has done everything possible for your father. We have to wait and see now. Thank you so much, Doctor.” We walked back into the room and Jimmy followed. “Kids, I’m going to stay here with your father. I want Jimmy to take you both home so you two can get some rest. There’s nothing that we can do here but wait and you’ll be more comfortable at home. Numb from the shock of the last several hours, we both said okay and followed Jimmy out of the room towards the elevators.
The car ride home seemed like it took forever. It was early morning, so there was little traffic, but it seemed like it took far longer than usual. Celia rested her head on my shoulder while I stared out of the window. Jimmy tried his best to be cheerful and optimistic. He told us how strong our dad was and that he had seen our dad do things that nobody else could stand up to, so this was a sure thing. I appreciated his effort but it was difficult to get too excited when all I could think about was all of the contraptions hooked up to my dad. We finally pulled up to the front of the house. Jimmy told us that he would leave, but John would be over soon and wait out front so that we wouldn’t have to wait for a car in the event we needed to be back at the hospital. We thanked him and went inside the house. We both found that we were famished, so we went in the kitchen and made omelets, which was one of our favorite things to make and compete over who’s omelets were best. We were both emotionally drained and cooked and ate our breakfast in relative silence.
After we finished breakfast, we went upstairs to get some sleep. She walked into her room and I kept walking down the hall to my room. After a few steps, she called out, “Danny? Would you stay with me?” I was still numb and didn’t even think about it, only thinking about falling into my bed and sleeping to forget the pain and confusion racing in my mind. “Sure, Celia,” I said as I turned around and followed her into her room. She took her shoes off and crawled into her bed, so I did the same. “I’m scared, Danny.” I didn’t know what to say. I hugged her close and said, “I know, sis, I am too, ” and kissed her forehead. Our minds were full of doubts and fear, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. We didn’t know and were scared to find out what we would discover when we woke up.
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