Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

The Campbells were legitimately nice people, successful, who’d found themselves in a nightmare from which they could not escape. What had they done to deserve this? Dr. Pulisic couldn’t say. It was easier to talk them through the next steps than consider the implications.

“First of all, I want you all to take it easy on yourselves,” Dr. Pulisic continued, “No one here is at fault. You’ve all undergone a tremendous amount of stress and you should feel proud of yourselves for coping with that, not ashamed. Now, I want you to go home and take it easy. If you need notes from me exempting you from work or school, I will write up whatever you need. Not to worry, I will not disclose what happened — only that you’ve undergone something very traumatic and that it’s medically necessary for you to stay home for a while.”

Again, the whole family nodded. They seemed, if not relieved, then at least less miserable than they were before he’d started talking.

“Start finding small ways to enjoy life again. Go for a walk outside and enjoy the fresh air. Do a chore — one simple thing like going shopping or doing the dishes — and let yourself feel a real sense of accomplishment for completing it. Get a good night’s sleep every night, eat healthy, and stay away from alcohol or drugs. Does that sound OK?”

“I mean, it all sounds fine,” James said, “It always sounds fine. But then I… We get into these situations where everything feels out of control.”

“Don’t start all at once,” Dr. Pulisic said, “Take little steps. Small things you know you can accomplish. Then try something a little bit harder each time. It’s like physical therapy, but for your mind. If you have ACL surgery, you don’t go out and run a mile the next day. You start slow, with rest and then careful stretching. You start walking, then running. One day you get up and it’s like your leg was never injured. So, it will be with you. With this. But only if you take care of each other, respect yourselves and your family, and work to make things better.”

There was a long silence. Finally, Molly mumbled, “Thank you, Dr. Pulisic.”

“Yes, thank you, Josip,” Christine said. The rest of the family said their thanks. They slowly stood and gathered their things.

“I believe in you,” Dr. Pulisic said, giving each of them a handshake and a warm pat on the shoulder as they filed out of his office, “You can do this. When I see you next, you’ll be well on the way to living your lives the way you were meant to. I promise.”

*

It was weird for Austin to return home. They had only been away for a few days, but it felt like a lifetime. So much in their lives had changed, how was the house exactly the same? The furniture, the lighting, the slight scuff of the carpet on his shoes. There was a smell to the place, something that Austin could only associate with home.

Through unspoken agreement, family marched up the stairs from the garage, went past the kitchen, and settled into the living room couches. It was nighttime and the rest of the world seemed dead asleep. No one bothered to turn on the lights.

One by one, each family member took out their individual cell phones and made a call. Austin told his roommates that he’d be staying back at home for a while. They were surprisingly chill with it. They didn’t even ask why, just said they’d see him whenever.

Austin called out of work, as well. He overheard his parents doing the same thing. It was weird, the whole family sitting there, each on their own individual cell phone. No one willing to look at the other, all having the same conversation.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Thank you for your concern … Yes, I’m fine … I appreciate your understanding … Yes, please keep in touch.”

Once the calls were finished, the family shuffled off to their individual bedrooms. Austin noticed his father, however, turned down to the finished basement rather than the bed he shared with his wife. There was a fold out couch down there but still — oof. Then again, Austin couldn’t imagine being around anyone at that moment, so maybe it was more protective than punishment.

Austin found his room still decorated as he’d left it after high school: tiny twin bed with a navy, denim bedspread. Russell Wilson poster on the wall. He opened the nightstand drawer and found a stack of unused condoms. He started to laugh, then nearly tipped over to tears. Eventually he changed for bed and lay down, as if sleep was anywhere nearby.

That was where Austin still found himself at 2am: in his childhood bed, a nightstand full of condoms, staring up at the ceiling, still covered in glow-in-the-dark stars from his school’s eighth grade trip to the Science Center. Austin usually slept naked, but that night he felt safer in a t-shirt and flannel pj pants. Except the room was also hot as hell and so he lay there, sweating, desperate to take his clothes off.

Austin groaned and got up. He decided he’d jack up the A/C in the house and see if that did anything. As he tiptoed back down the dark hallway, he heard something that sounded like a sob coming from Lexi’s room. Without thinking about it first, he knocked on her door.

“Come in.” Lexi’s voice sounded thin. She was sitting on her bed, wearing a pair of tiny, baby blue shorts and a canary yellow tank top. Her hair was messy, her eyes were red, but she wasn’t crying. She had the bedroom lights on, and they seemed particularly bright. Almost like a spotlight.

Austin felt awkward in his old room, but he couldn’t imagine how Lexi was dealing with hers. It almost looked like it was for another person which, in some ways, it really was. This was Alexis’ bedroom, the girl that Lexi had been before leaving for college. The room was pink and princess-y. There was a Taylor Swift calendar on one wall. A retinue of stuffed animals lined the bed.

“You OK, Lex?” Austin asked.

“Do I look OK, asswipe?” Lexi snapped, then sniffled. “Sorry. I know you’re trying to… Sorry.”

“It’s OK,” Austin said. He sat down next to his sister on the bed. Before the trip, before the pills, they’d had an angry, hateful relationship of shouting and shoving. After everything that happened — and here Austin had a mental image of the two of them wrapped around each other in carnal fervor, practically drowning in a rainstorm while they plumbed each other’s depths — the siblings had found an odd kind of friendship. It helped that Lexi had admitted when she screamed ‘fuck you’ at her brother it was a desire, not an epithet. Still sometimes the remnants of their old rivalry slipped through.

Austin reached over and took his sister’s hand. She squeezed it back. He felt himself grow hard. God, Lexi was so sexy. Her long brown hair and tight body. But no. Austin fought it back. He was here to comfort, not copulate. At least, that’s what he kept shouting at his dick. It didn’t help that every breath filled his nose with his sister’s scent: a heady, sweet vanilla that sent him tumbling.

“At least my ankle’s OK,” Lexi said, rotating her foot around. “Dr. Pulisic says I just tweaked it. But what about you, Austin? Are you OK?” Austin wasn’t used to his older sister caring how he felt. It set him back a bit.

“No,” he said, trying to mock his sister’s anger from before. But it came out more whiny than rough. The day had been hard. Telling the doctor everything meant also reliving it — the highs and lows. Austin did feel better after sharing his story. The idea that they had a path forward, had filled him with hope. But that optimism still felt like a very distant glow viewed from the bottom of a deep, dark ocean of misery. “I can’t sleep. It’s weird enough with everyone around and then being back here in the house. It’s just weirder. You know?”

“You’re have quite the way with words, brother,” Lexi said with a bit of a laugh. Hey! I just used copulate in a sentence earlier! Austin wanted to retort. But he let it go. Instead they both sat quietly and watched the moonlight slowly drift up Lexi’s pink wall. Finally, Austin got up the courage to ask what he was really worried about.

“Molly kind of told me what happened at the lake,” he said, “I know it’s none of my business but, I mean, the doctor did say we should try to talk about things. Seriously, are you OK?”

“Everything that’s happened, and this is what everyone’s upset about,” Lexi shook her head ruefully as she talked, “I’ll tell you what I told Dad, Molly, and the doctors: it was consensual. Everything I did with Kim and Cole? They asked me for permission first. And I said ‘yes.’ To all of it.”

“That was the drug,” Austin said.

“Was it?” Lexi said, “I honestly don’t know if that’s true. Can you say, truly, that everything you’ve done these past few days is ‘just the drug’? And not, say, a secret desire that you never had the courage to act on and suddenly did?”

Austin thought about it. He found he couldn’t answer his older sister. What he’d done felt out of his control in the moment, but could he say that was the case for every instance? For instance, right then, he was looking down at Lexi’s little boob, nipple pushing hard against her tank top. He remembered what it felt like to suckle on that lovely, tiny tit. How it felt as he flooded his sister’s cunt with his cum. Was that really the drug?

“Did they take advantage of me?” Lexi said, “Maybe. But I can’t say I didn’t want them to do it in the moment.”

“But if it was under the influence of the chemicals.”

“Chemicals that I took, willingly,” Lexi said.

“Sure, but if you get drunk at a frat party, that doesn’t give some dude the right to fuck you while you’re passed out, either.”

“I let them do it, Austin. I swear I did. And while it was scary and weird, it was also wonderful. Like with a lot of things that happened this weekend. No one took advantage of me. I wanted it. I swear I did.”

Austin looked down at his bare feet. They looked large and strange, like they belonged to a different person. A lot of this felt like it was happening to someone else. It had to, because otherwise he wasn’t sure how he was going to live with himself. It wasn’t what they’d done — he knew that guilt would pass over time. Become a little dark spot on a nearly endless horizon. It was what he still wanted to do, desperately. That was what haunted him. Would haunt him forever, probably

“I’m going to try to get some sleep,” Lexi said, shoving her younger brother lightly on the shoulder, affectionate but rough. Just the way Lexi likes it, Austin thought, ashamed and aroused that he knew such a thing. He nodded glumly and stood. As he was about to leave the room, Lexi called after him.

“Austin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll tell you something else. Those two college kids. The ones I was with? They weren’t a couple. They were brother and sister.” Lexi said it again, slowly for effect, “Brother and sister. Just like us.”