“I’m sorry.” Chris whimpered, looking up at his sister with teary eyes, she looked like a little vulnerable girl as she sat there curled up, tears running down her cheeks, making him hate himself. “I’m sorry I didn’t pull out when you said.” He croaked, realizing how stupid of an apology that was. “I’m sorry for all of it.” He managed to say, his voice breaking, barely able to look at her anymore.
“I think you should go.” Jessica whispered to her brother, sobbing, waves of disgust and shame flowing through her with each tear. She watched her brother as he nodded, sniffling, then got to his feet. She watched him as he grabbed his clothes, his cock not hard any longer, and whispered a final apology before running out, the shame of their act unbearable.
Jessica cried herself to sleep that night, replaying what she and her brother did over and over in her mind. She was just as guilty as he was, probably even more, and she hated herself for it. She knew there was no taking back, that they would both have to live with it for the rest of their lives.
Chris’s body trembled as he laid in bed, feeling sick. He was past crying, he wasn’t the type, and felt the knot in his stomach tighten with each passing minute. His mind raced, every poisonous option of what could happen between his sister and him going through it. He didn’t know how he would get out of bed in the morning, how he could ever look at his sister, not to mention being around her with his mother or uncle present. He cringed at the possibility of one of them finding out, and terror took hold of him once more. His mind kept racing, sleep refusing to come, until he finally passed out exhausted with the crack of dawn.
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