Easy Come Easy Go.
by Angharad (Bonzi as body double).
part: 25x11

Simon carried me up to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. I was still crying. I couldn't believe that Stella had attempted to hurt me, let alone kill me. Surely that was down to her illness, she wouldn't hurt a fly normally. My face was stinging and I remembered that was the result of her nails. She really had meant it.

Simon was trying to wrap me up in the bed clothes and I managed to stop him. "I need to shower, Simon, I need to wash this away." I knew I never would. I had betrayed my sister, the only person I loved as much as Simon. I could never wash that away any more than I could wash away the fact that she had attempted to kill me. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have killed or badly injured me. It was too much and I burst into tears again.

Simon comforted me and although I felt exhausted I needed to wash myself as clean as I could. I stripped and walked naked to the shower, my clothes just dropped on the bedroom floor. I ran the water in the shower and stepped into it. Part of me wanted to punish my body for betraying my sister, by running the shower in cold or too hot water, but I managed to stifle the urge.

I don't know how long I was in the shower, longer than normal - letting the water wash away some of the shame I felt. Then in a moment of calmness I realised that I was as strange as Stella, had I caught her madness? I chill ran through me and my body went all goosebumps.

I dried myself, and put on the nightdress that Simon had thoughtfully left out for me. I roughly dried my hair and entering the bedroom saw Simon lying in bed, reading. Bless him, he'd tidied up my mess of clothes.

I snuggled into bed, against his warm, masculine body. He put his arm around me. "Thanks," I said and kissed him.

"You're welcome." He kissed me back, then he began to kiss me with more passion. I kissed him back, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. He began to stroke my breasts and I groaned in pleasure. I so badly wanted him, it hurt.

He continued to torment my body with his ministrations, pulling off my nightgown and kissing and suckling my breasts until I was almost crazy with desire. I stroked and rubbed his manhood with my hands and also ground my crotch against him.

Suddenly he was leaning on one hand and I felt a pressure at my groin, he was entering me. My eyes opened wide in surprise and shock, it bloody hurt!

"You'll need some lubricant, darling," I gasped as he tried again. He nodded, got off the bed and was back two ticks later. I felt him rub something on my crotch and massage it in with his fingers, it felt good, soooo good.

Then finally, he caressed and kissed me all over and tried again. I'd gone off the boil and this time it just hurt, he did manage eventually to penetrate me, this time my gasps were pain, but he couldn't tell the difference and eventually groaned himself and I felt him discharge inside me.

I hugged him tightly because I loved him and because it stopped him rubbing a very sore part of me. Finally he shrank to nothing and slipped out, leaving a slimy trail behind, he rolled off me and I grabbed a handful of tissues and ran into the bathroom.

I washed myself in the bidet, there was some blood. It didn't exactly surprise me. Like the rest of the day, it had been something of a disappointment. I pulled on some panties and put a pad inside them, then redressed in my nightie.

Snuggling against Simon, who had nodded off to sleep, I cried silently until I fell asleep.