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Day 10

My mom was the first to check up on my before she left for work the next morning. I was feeling fine, just very battered and bruised. Cain was at the foot of my bed, and he looked almost guilty. Was I mad at him? Maybe, a little. Was it his fault I got hurt? I dunno. Maybe a little. Having opinions is hard. Over the years of owning Cain, he's always caused trouble. Never has something this bad happened though, but I guess I'm too used to his antics to get mad. I just feel numb.

I tried getting out of bed and instantly regretted it. Yeah, my legs were definitely not in a standing mood. Lying it is, then. I took out my laptop and watched some videos for a bit.

Dad and mom had both left for work. Being bed-bound sucks. I'm not exactly an active person, but I was honestly pretty bored.

Enter: Elisa.

Her face was unreadable. She placed a tray of food on my lap without a word. Pancakes. Delicious, fluffy, syrupy pancakes. She sat cross-legged in the chair at the side of my bed.

"Thanks," I said.

"Look I'm so sorry! We forgot about the Pokéballs! I should've— "

I cut her off with a bored groan and an exaggerated eye roll. "Sis, it's fine. Mistakes were made, flower patches were ruined, brothers were broken. Let's just swiftly move on, yeah?" My arms ached as I cut off a chunk of pancake and brought it up to my mouth, but holy shit it tasted good.

"So, we're cool?"

"Obviously," I spluttered, grossly spewing syrup forth. "It was embarrassing and painful but whatever, you know?"

"Well I'll make it up to you! Mom and dad said I should be on your every beck and call, so whatever you need! Food, painkillers, blowjobs. Whatever lil' bro I'm here for you!"

"All three of them things sound pretty good right now."

"Huh, well, let's see here. Food?"

I waggled a fork of impaled pancake. "Check."

"Painkillers?"

I pointed to my bedside table where a glass of water and drugs were waiting. "Check."

"Hmm... looks like I've only got that last thing to worry about."

"Yeah looks like it." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "You know you don't actually need to— " She basically dove under the duvet and onto the end of my mattress. I was sleeping in only my underwear which she made quick work of. They were on the floor in seconds. I gasped as she started touching me.

"I'm glad this part of you isn't broken," she said, muffled by the duvet.

Despite the fact that it was probably too soon, I laughed. The laugh turned into a gasp which turned into a moan. "Man that was cheesy."

"Just shut up and let me work! I'll make as many bad jokes as I want to, mister."

"I guess I'm in no position to argue. Not like I can run away."

I got a laugh. Now that I was hard, Elisa went to town. When she'd sucked me off on Monday she basically did whatever came to mind. I guess now she's experimented she has figured out what I responded to the most. My sister sucked it, up and down. It wasn't at a breakneck speed but something sustainable over a longer period of time. She didn't deepthroat on every downstroke but she did on every other. During the moments where my dick wasn't in her throat, she stroked the base with a free hand.

"You're a fast learner," I huffed. I took a bite of pancake and it was at that optimum stage of syrup saturation. I practically had a mouth orgasm.

She took my dick out of her mouth to reply but continued to stroke it with a now spit-soaked hand. "I inherited all of mom's brains I guess. And, judging from your performance on that ladder yesterday, you got all of dad's practical proficiency."

"Oh ha ha. I really don't want to think of mom or dad while you're blowing me, thanks."

She licked the head of my cock and then I could practically feel her smirk. "Oh really? Incest, not your thing?" With that, she dove back down my dick and got back to work.

"Don't worry sis, I'm a romantic, the only relative I want to fuck is you." I waited until she was at the bottom of a stroke and my dick was in her throat before I continued. "And maybe our cousin, Faith." Elisa actually choked on my dick. Call me sadistic or whatever, but it was kinda fantastic. I couldn't see her face, but I knew I had just successfully made my always-composed sister flustered.

"Elwin! You've been having dirty thoughts about our poor, sweet and innocent cousin? You pig!" She laughed.

I instinctively wiped the syrup from around my mouth. "Oh I was just kidding."

"No way you can back out of this one now! Grace though, really? Don't you think she's a bit... blonde?" Dumb. My sister means dumb.

"It was a joke! Jeesh! Grace really isn't my type."

"Are you sure your legs are busted? It's amazing how much backpedalling you're doing right now. Don't worry bro, we can corrupt her together! Grace and Elisa fighting over your humongous cock, bet you'll love that."

Ok, I felt pretty awkward. I've never actually wanted to fuck Grace.

Elisa continued by doing a terrible impression of Grace, "Ooohhh cousin! Your cock is so big and yummy! Nom!" Elisa swallowed it back down to the base and garbled.

"Ok, you've had your fun. Maybe you've taken this a little too far."

"Sorry," she mumbled, her mouth still full of dick. She went back to sucking it like a good girl.

Now for what it's worth, Elisa, when you inevitably next read this, I DID NOT cum to the thought of a threesome with you and Grace. Jeesh I'm not a pervert.

...it was a threesome with you and Carna.

Elisa drank my cum with almost cartoonish levels of slurping. After the wonderful afterglow, I remembered Cain existed, who was lying on the floor, paws up, dick ready. He hopped up and padded out of the room, presumably to go find his sister.

"Kinda awkward that you just did that with Cain in the room," I said. "Thank you, by the way."

She removed herself from under the covers and sat on my bed, careful to avoid my bruised and battered legs. "Eh you should probably just get over your awkwardness by now. You've watched Cain fuck multiple times. You and he are cum brothers now."

"Ermm, what?"

"You're bound together by your mutual scandalous secrets! Like two sides of a coin, forever trapped in an eternal dance of— "

"Ok, yeah, sure, I get it," I said.

"Alright cool," Elisa paused to wipe my cum from around her mouth with the back of her hand. "By the way, Fae's back in her closest."

"Ugh again?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's shook over what happened to you yesterday. I think she blames herself," Elisa explained. Back when we first got the Eevees, Fae was extremely shy. She'd taken to hiding in the cupboard under the stairs whenever she got too overwhelmed. The best approach seemed to be to leave her to it— let her come out when she's ready to. Elisa and I were used to this years ago, but this didn't happen much anymore now that Fae was more comfortable living here.

"Poor girl."

"Yeah. Anyway, I see that took a lot out of you. Get some more rest. You need to give your body plenty of time to recover from the blunt-force trauma. Carna is coming to visit after school. You know, to check if you're ok."

"Oh, that's nice of her."

"Yeah, I like Carna, excellent choice of crush there little bro. After 'The Fall', she acted out me falling from the ladder with her hands, "she proved very capable."

"Oh really?" I asked. I still had no idea what really happened directly after I lost consciousness.

"Oh, yeah. After the initial shock wore off she was all action, she's had first-aid training. She helped me get you inside, strip you down and treat your wounds."

"Strip me down?!" I said, honestly fearful.

"Shhh, it was purely medical! Your sister does not get up to tomfoolery while in doctor-mode! And speaking of, you should get some rest young man."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Kinky."

"Shut up, you."

Elisa left me in peace. I watched some videos on the internet and messaged some of my friends. As though I didn't give George enough of a reason to be on my case.

I fell asleep and was in that weird lucid-like state. Dreams kinda mixed and melded and twisted around me, and I was just there going along with it. When I became aware that I was dimly awake, I half opened my eyes. I became aware that someone else was in the room with me, so my drowsy brain went into a bit of a panic trying to find them.

It was Carna, sitting on a dining-room chair which had been moved to alongside my bed. Was it kinda romantic that she was sitting alongside my sickbed? I think it was kinda romantic.

Cain was in her lap and she was stroking him gently. Cain purred and stretched forward; the very model of a happy and obedient Pokémon pet. Even though I was awake, I made no move to make anyone aware of that. The scene was so peaceful I didn't want to interrupt, and honestly, the thought of speaking with Carna made me feel shy and embarrassed.

So, I lay there. I just enjoyed Carna enjoying Cain's company.

Then something changed. It shifted slowly, slow enough that I hadn't really noticed it was happening until it was in full force. As Carna started an assault of belly rubs and scratches, the tone of Cain's groans changed. They got deeper, more guttural. He wasn't just enjoying a rough petting, he was really enjoying a rough petting.

At around the point where Cain was making the same sounds he makes when he fucks Fae I wondered whether I should interrupt. Carna didn't know that he was such a randy fucker, she must've had no clue what she was doing.

At least, that's what I assumed. In my rush to dismiss Carna as naive, I didn't stop to consider that maybe I was being naive. I heard my Eevee yip, high-pitched like I've never heard it before.

"Who's a good boy? Quieten down," Carna said in a deep whisper.

I turned my head a fraction. It was barely noticeable but just enough to give me a better view. With her right hand, Carna was stroking my Pokémon from the arch of his back and down to the tip of his tail. Her other hand was squeezed underneath him, where it was stroking a different tip. Both were smiling as she slowly jacked him off.

"Your such a good boy," she reiterated, as she gave his dick a slow twist. "You like that?" Cain nodded furiously, the dopey look of carnal pleasure plastered on his face. Dribble trailed down his chin, which Carna whipped with the back of her hand.

She sped up her pumping, shifted Cain in her lap so she could get a better grasp of his red rocket. "Bet'cha never felt something like this before, right boy?" she said. Cain, lying through his teeth, smiled and shook his head violently.

The two of them kept it up for quite some time, apparently bearing no mind to me "sleeping" right there by them. Cain probably hadn't had any action all day since Fae was missing in action. But thanks to their constant antics and their usual frantic pace, Cain had quite a bit of endurance. I doubt Carna expected this to take her half-hour, and, perhaps out of fear that I could wake up, she suddenly started going much quicker.

The Eevee was bucking and moaning as he thrust his hips into her hand. Carna covered his muzzle with her other hand to shut him up. She couldn't do anything about the rocking and squeaking of the chair, however, and she grimaced as she watched me for any sudden movements.

In a moment of madness, I considered revealing my wakeness. But no— what would I say? What could I say? I took the coward's way out and played dead. I think I'm going to need a day or two to wrap my head around this and how I feel.

Cain came. Carna milked him into he was done and his cum was pooling on the back of her hand. "Good boy. Such a good boy," she muttered. I watched her lick his cum off of her hands, while he dismounted her lap and licked himself on the floor.

I gave her ten minutes to cool down before I "woke up". I acted pleasantly surprised to see her. We talked about some stuff, school or something, I don't really remember what to be honest.

I acted as natural as possible, but as Elisa will always happily remind me, I'm a horrible liar.

I'm stuck here lying, while I'm stuck here lying.