Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
 
“Did my Sister introduce herself? asked Dr Montgomery. I shook my head, feeling too overwhelmed to risk speaking in case I said something stupid.
     “Christy,” he spoke gently as if to a child, “how is Teri to know who you are if you don't say?”
     “I'm sorry, Graham,” she replied in what I took to be a contrite, apologetic tone; and then to me: “I am Graham's Sister, Christy, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Teri. Graham has spoken so very well of you, he is quite smitten, and I can see why. It's wonderful to meet you at last – I do hope we are going to be Best Friends.”
     I really didn't know what to say – she made it sound as if I had been brought here to meet her and not for him to do things with me. I couldn't work out if I was sorry or happy. Certainly, I didn't mind if I didn't have to do things with Graham, but I wasn't sure how his sister and I could be BFF when I was only 13 and she was, well, I couldn't tell.  Anything from 23 to 44. I doubt that we could have much in common, other than her Brother, and I didn't suppose she did the same things for him as I did!
     “Christy has been with me since her Fiancée jilted her – it might be a bit of a cliché, but he abandoned her at the Altar. And though it was a long time ago, she has never really got over it.” It felt weird, him talking about her when they were both sitting on the bed, with me in between them.
     “She won't mind me telling you, Teri, how hurtful that was, and how deep the mental and emotional scars. I've tried everything to help her come through the Valley of the Shadow of Death and come out the other side, come into the sunlight and realise that she is still a young woman and can have every opportunity to enjoy her life and make a future for herself.”
     I turned to Christy and reached for one of her hands, she let me take it. It was as cold as ice.
 
     “Here, let me warm your hands,” and she gave me the other too. I rubbed them, and breathed on them and they gradually warmed up.
     “I'll go and get us some drinks,” said Graham, sliding off the bed. “Why don't you two lie down and have a cuddle, I'm sure you'll both enjoy that.” And as he left the room, we did as he had suggested, we each wrapped our arms around the other and I asked Christy what sort of things she liked.
     “Chocolate,” she said, “and Graham. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have him. He is the kindest, sweetest, loveliest man in the world and I would marry him if I wasn't already his Sister.” I wasn't sure that, knowing how he had treated Pavel, I could really say I felt the same, but I knew this wasn't the time or place for me to say anything about that, so I asked about herself.
     “Where is your room?” I asked, “Do you have a big bed like this?”
     She laughed: “This is my bed,” she said, happily. “Mine and Graham's. This is the only bedroom in the house, well, there are four bedrooms, but this is the only one with a bed. Although it does come apart, it would still have been a big job to take it upstairs, and anyway, we get lovely sunrises through the window here.”
     I think I had gasped at this, but she seemed too wrapped up in her own thoughts that I don't think she noticed. She went on to ask me: “Does he fuck you well, Teri?”
     “No,” I said.
     “Not yet or not any more:”
     “Not yet,” which I supposed was true.
     “He will, my sweet, and you will want him to do it again and again and never stop. He is a beautiful fucker, he knows how to make me cum, and after everything I have experienced, all the medications and other things, horrible things, things which almost put me off sex forever. It was my own beautiful Brother who brought me here and kept me here and taught me that good fucking is as necessary as food and drink and a roof over my head, in fact, maybe even more so – it was his fucking that kept me sane and stopped me from putting too many pills in my mouth and then putting my head in the oven. And, do you know, sweet Teri?”
     “No, Christy, I don't”
     “The laugh is we have an electric oven! I think cooking my head wouldn't have been the best way to say 'Goodbye'.”
     I felt really out of my depth here. What did they expect of me? Who did they think I was? A Doctor or Nurse? And all Christy's talk about Graham fucking her made me feel quite uneasy. I'm not saying that it was worse than him fucking Mum, or Me or Pavel, but she was his Sister and I didn't need to look in a book to know that was Incest – I may only be 13 but I'm not totally stupid.
 
     “How can I help?” Maybe I should have worded it differently, or put the stress somewhere different, cause it sounded like I wanted to help, rather than make it clear that I couldn't. I didn't feel I had any responsibility here, or Ability which was what I was really trying to say. There's a limit to a young girl's powers in some situations and I felt totally submerged.
     “Graham feels I need someone kind to befriend me, someone who won't judge me, and will just accept me as I am. He has great faith in you, Teri – he tells me that you are intelligent and tolerant and that you like to help people.” How did he know any of that? It wasn't as if we had long conversations – in recent weeks, most of the time we had spent in each other's company, I had my mouth full of his Cock and Cum – and at Shangri La I was sure it had been in other parts of me too! What basis was that for any kind of relationship? But I didn't, couldn't say any of that to Christy. She was obviously vulnerable, And I had nothing against her. I certainly didn't want to upset her. Talk about putting her head in an oven had spooked me already.
     As we lay on the bed, she soon started stroking me – now she was trying to comfort me, instead of the other way round and it was a long time since anyone had done that. Oh, George stroked me plenty, but that was because he wanted me as his Lover, and when Pavel and I lay under the blanket watching Scooby Doo it was quite another thing altogether. This time it felt like she wanted to reassure me and make me feel at home with her. It certainly was very pleasant lying on such a big, comfortable bed, one I would have thought Dr Montgomery would like to share with me – but it was his Sister who shared it with him. She talked soothingly, not really words, more just sounds and tones – I wondered if it was a sort of soft soothing lullaby and I liked it.
     Which was when I gradually realised that her brother hadn't come back, and that he wasn't coming back, not with drinks or anything just now; that he had left me and Christy here so that she could stroke me and maybe more. I had no problem with that, and I sort of turned myself so I was more
 
facing her and her hand slid between my legs and my mouth opened slightly as I was going to say “Aaaah,” and that was when her tongue darted into it and I started sucking her tongue while her fingers gently, oh so much more gently than George's sausage fingers, eased my knickers off and I wasn't really aware of it, and they continued stroking me and parted my lips and slowly, oh so very slowly that it felt as if time had stopped and all I was aware of, even vaguely – and I was as vague as I'd ever been in my whole life – I sucked her tongue and her fingers slid into me and moved like a dream and I didn't know anything could ever be so wonderful as I felt right there and then, on Graham and Christy's bed, with Christy doing the most wonderful things to me and I wanted to purrrrrr but I couldn't do anything except suck her tongue and feel the glowing down below where her fingers were doing what my own had tried but failed and I just felt like I was melting and waves and waves of pure molten chocolate were washing over me and, I don't have words to say what happened, but I felt as if I was floating and it was the best thing ever, ever. ever, ever, ever . . . . . . .