A Kiss For A Cut

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Will stood in the upstairs bathroom of his house, looking upon his own reflection in the mirror. He had been gazing for at least ten minutes now, though his mind was not paying attention to the same thing as his eyes. Like anyone else in the world, he had problems. Like anyone else in the world, his problem occasionally got to him. Whether or not his problems compared to those of other people around him, he could not have cared less. Let other people deal with their own issues, and let me deal with mine, Will thought to himself. However, his way of dealing with things was not exactly looked on as a good choice…

Finally taking his eyes away from the eyes of his reflection, he lowered his gaze to his wrist. He would usually wear a black wrist band to cover the scars there, which were self inflicted. One pain removing another. Cutting himself was only a temporary fix, he knew, but what a fix it was! It hurt like hell, but for those brief moments, nothing existed but the pain. It was an indescribably sensation that he would get lost in. It was as if the pain would bring him to another world, where nothing else mattered. Will never really cared that he would have to return to reality each time, because he knew he could go back there again and again.

He removed the wrist band from his arm, taking a slow but good look at his previous scars. They were actually starting to look like a darkened patch of skin, and his most recent cuts had not yet healed. Scabs over scars. Will cared not. He needed the pain, to be rescued from the horrors in his mind. As he took the razor blade from the sink, the door behind him slowly creaked open. He did not need to look up to know that it was his sister, Roxy. She knew what he did to himself, and had been trying to stop him for some time. Cutting one’s self was not a healthy thing to do, and even Will himself could not deny that; but what else could he do?

“Will,” Roxy sighed, bringing Will’s current actions to an abrupt pause. He stood with the blade placed firmly to his skin, ready to pierce it, as his sister slowly reached her arms about him. Gently she wrapped her own hand around Will’s hand, carefully prying the blade from his fingers and once again setting it down. “Don’t do this.”

“You know why I must,” Will told her, his eyes still locked on his wrist. Roxy put a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face her. He went with the movement, rather than fighting it. Next his sister lightly lifted his head via her forefinger underneath his chin, forcing their eyes to meet.

“And you know I can’t bear to think of you needlessly putting yourself through this pain.”

“Needlessly?” Roxy could tell by the tone of his voice that the use of that word had offended him. She understood why Will cut himself, and Will knew that. Nonetheless, her use of the word ‘needlessly’ implied that she understood jack shit.

Roxy dipped her head down apologetically, saying nothing. She did not need to. Will sighed in silent acceptance of her apology. “Hey,” he said, taking his turn in lifting her head. “Don’t worry so much about it.”

“How can I not?” she asked. “I love you too much.” There was a silent pause between them before the two started slowly moving closer. In the next few moments, their lips met. The kiss began simply enough, the siblings pressing their mouths firmly together. Soon their mouths opened, and their tongues came forward to greet one another. As they shared this intimate moment, Will seemed to forget everything that made him feel the need to cut himself. His sister’s affection had taken the place of that need. He had also become pretty rock hard.

This was not lost on Roxy, as she pressed her body to his, only making him harder. Will took a few steps forward, putting his sister’s back to the now closed bathroom door, as she began opening his baggy black cargo pants. They dropped to the floor quickly enough, the clank of the light chains hanging from them hitting the floor quickly echoing in the room.

Roxy then undid her own jeans and worked her legs out of them. They knew they would have to be quick about this, and set their minds to it, allowing themselves a short stamina. It was a skill they had both learned, had to learn. Granted they were both eighteen years old, but still they lived among their unknowing parents, which were currently present in the house. In being quick about it, Will poked his erection out of the front hole of his boxers, and Roxy pulled the front of her panties aside, allowing him inside of her.

Will moved his lips to his sister’s neck, nibbling it as he began thrusting. His movements were not too fast or too slow, but they were certainly firm and deliberate. Roxy moaned softly as she held her brother tight, one of her legs lifted to keep them both spread apart. Knowing he was short on time, Will let himself cum, unleashing his load into his sister. Roxy felt his cock jerk just before exploding.

The two stood there a moment, waiting for Will’s erecting to return to its flaccid state and fall out of her on its own. Roxy kissed her brother one last time before each of them pulled themselves together once again. “Next time you feeling like hurting yourself,” she said, “come to me first.”

NOTE* This story was posted at a fan's request.