My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04

... is for eating supper, not pussy! With your legs open as wide as they could possibly be? Whoring yourself out for your own brother? You can't possibly be serious!"

Now I heard my Dad shushing my mother who was sounding more distraught by the second, "Relax Morgan. I got you baby. Everything is going to be alright."

Mom was crying now. The sound was muffled. I could picture her in Dad's arms with her face buried in his shoulder, clinging to him. Dad would be rubbing his hand up and down her back. Mother crying was such a rare thing that the vision I carried of Dad comforting her was unforgettable. Even today I can see it so clearly in my minds eye.

Hot breath hissed in my ear, "What the fuck do you think you're doin', huh? I warned you three times, I tried to get you to stop, but you just had to have your own way, didn't you."

"Was that fun? Does the shock get your pussy wet? Is that what it is?"

"You ever pull a stunt like that again, I swear to you I'll beat you half to death. Do you understand me?" James asked.

Unable to move my head or my jaw, all I could do was grunt, "Uh huh"

Mom sounded like she was regaining her self control as she began to talk again. Her voice was clear and loud like she was facing me.

"Is it going to be okay Sam? That's my daughter laying there butt naked on the floor. Did you hear how she was talking to James? I don't even talk to you like that."

Mom paused a moment. I felt James release my head and lift what I think was ...

... his knee off my back. I didn't dare move. I laid perfectly still and did nothing but breathe. I could see James' feet and lower legs, maybe a foot in front of my face. So I knew was now standing, facing towards my feet, probably looking at Mom and Dad.

"She's my baby, Sam. You put her in me. I happily sacrificed my body to bring her into the world. She was so beautiful. I held her in my arms and watched her sleep so peacefully for hours. I fed her from my breast. She's a part of me. I rocked her to sleep, changed her diapers, helped her take her first steps and speak her first words. I kissed her boo-boos, bandaged her knees, read to her and let her read to me. I hugged and kissed her when she was sad, happy, proud, lonely, hurt, angry, crying, sleepy, or just needed her Mommy."

"I loved her from the moment I saw her in the ultra-sound, and never quit loving her. She's always been my baby. She'll be my baby when she's eighty."

"I cried for her when her heart was broken and when her body was broken after that god damned wreck."

"I was so proud I cried for her when she graduated high school, and both times when she earned her degrees."

"I just can't bear to see her laid out naked in the middle of the floor, in pain, wearing a collar."

"Katherine, honey, every second of everyday of your life I have loved you more than life itself. I know you've been angry with us for a long time, but please don't hate us. Despite what you think you are so loved, and so important ...