Care Package

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Bdsm

Author’s Note: Obviously everyone is over the age of eighteen. There’s also some anal, if that isn’t your cup of tea.

This one is a bit more of a slow burn than my others. If you’re just looking for a quick fix, try another.

—————

Floor, meet face.

I shook off the impact, and struggled upright on my walking stick, limping over to the door to see who had come to gawk at the cripple.

The bitterness was deep seated. A month ago I had been a top athlete, a martial artist competing on the international stage. Now, I was re-learning how to walk.

I opened the front door slowly, looking at surprise at the woman standing on the step.

The purple-eyed nineteen year old lit up excitedly, holding out a small container, “Announcing the commencement of the Little Sister Delivery service!”

“Vi?”

She breezed passed me, into the house and into the kitchen. “Take a seat. You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

“No…” I said as I closed the door and turned, “Uh… What’s happening here?”

“I made lasagne.” Violet said excitedly.

I nodded uncertainly, and walked over to the breakfast table. The apartment was small, an open kitchen, and loungeroom in the same space. Easier to manage.

I was confused on multiple fronts.

Most of my family had tried after I first became obviously sick, but they didn’t understand. Couldn’t. So they grew frustrated, and I was too tired to walk that bridge every time.

Some didn’t believe the diagnosis. I was in my twenties, and had been fit. There was no way that they missed some illness and so clearly I was making it up for some damn reason.

Others just didn’t know how to deal with the fact that there was literally nothing they could do to even reduce how much pain I was in on a day to day basis.

In short, I had been abandoned.

Not entirely their fault, either. I stopped reaching out. I hated the sympathy looks, and the lack of actual understanding.

So, Violet turning up like this, was completely unexpected.

I was also confused because she absolutely could not cook. When she’d first moved out of home, I had been the one to try and teach her. After she nearly burned down the house making microwaved noodles.

Her goal, back then, had been lasagne.

The last front on which I was confused, was the way she was dressed up. Her brunette hair tucked into a messy bun that was already falling apart, the rest of her stuffed into a thin black dress that sparkled and seemed more like something she’d wear if she had a date than for visiting family.

I wiped a tear from my eye before it could have a chance to form, right as she turned back, walking over with two plates.

She slid one over to me, smiling warmly. Her hand brushed mine, and she grinned sheepishly, “You… Okay?”

“Surprised.” I tried to hide my thoughts, and looked down at the food. Which was definitely completely black underneath. “Crispy lasagne. Your speciality. Th… Thanks, Vi.”

“The stomach is the fastest way to a guy’s heart.” Violet teased and then scooted her chair so it was closer to mine. “Though… Not quite sure this qualifies.”

I hugged her shoulders, “I still love you.”

“You better.” Violet said and then surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. Soft, gentle, and lingering.

“So, you just come from a hot date?”

She raised an eyebrow, not getting it.

I looked her up and down, “So… You always look this good, then?”

Violet blushed and smiled nervously, “Oh. Um… Thanks. No, I wasn’t on a date. I just… I like dressing up. Makes me feel better about me.”

“You carry it off. Just like when you used to drive all my friends nuts at home.” I teased her.

She smiled wistfully, “Oh, it was tent city back then. All I had to do was flash a little skin, make a cute little smile, and you’d end up getting so mad at them.”

“So, you did do it on purpose.”

“Duh.” Violet rolled her eyes, “It felt nice to be the one with the power. To be appreciated. None of your friends would dare to step over the line. You’d kick their asses.”

“Probably.” I admitted, “Though, I did wonder if Nick ever asked you out. I was sure he would have, if he didn’t think it’d end with my fist upside his head.”

“He didn’t.” Violet said, a hint of irritation to her voice, “Actually… I asked Nick out, a bit over a year and a half ago. When I was in year twelve. His first year of uni.”

“Huh.” I said, wanting to know more about how that had gone. He hadn’t let on about that at all.

She sighed and flicked my forehead, “Jerk. He turned me down flat. Wasn’t comfortable dating his friend’s little sister.”

“His loss.” I shrugged, “Though… With who he’s dating at the moment, that was a serious loss.”

Violet cocked her head, “Yeah?”

“Guessing you’re not still in touch with Katie, then?” I named her best friend from high school.

She shook her head, “Not after that bitch blew my boyfriend under the table at graduation. Wait. Nick is dating her?”

“She’s crazy possessive. Screens his friends, bahis firmaları including yours truly.” I nodded. “Most of what I hear makes me pity the guy.”

Violet sighed, “Damn. Well, now I’m sad.”

“Mmm. But, moving along… You really not on a date? I’d hate to see you when you decide to put in effort for a guy.”

She glared at me, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’d be heart attack inducing? Sorry. I was trying to find a less awkward conversation. Foot, in mouth.” I winced.

Violet blushed, and shrugged her shoulders sheepishly, picking up and dropping her breasts as she did. Maybe subconsciously. “Thanks. It’s nice to be appreciated. Especially when you’re not likely to try and get in my panties.”

“Sounds like romance life is rough.” I tried to read between the lines, “First years do tend to be a bit… Sex oriented.”

Violet laughed, “Understatement. All the nice guys are taken. Even the ones with scruffy beards.”

“Huh?”

She reached up to my face and pulled at the hair, “I didn’t know how to ask. What the heck is this, Eric? You seriously cannot grow a beard.”

“Mostly laziness. Partially the fact it burns like shit when anything touches me.” I shrugged and smiled, “I know. I really can’t grow one, can I? All fluff and gaps. More dead bush than beard.”

Violet winced, “Sorry. I… I didn’t mean…”

“It’s fine. Really. Pain is just part of my life, now.” I said quickly, “That’s… Why I don’t talk about me, much. I don’t like that look.”

She put on her warm smile, “Wondered why you went all quiet. Well, more worried. I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” I reached out and stroked her cheek. Knowing that my giving up had hurt her enough she was struggling not to let it show. “Even if you drive all my friends nuts.”

“I guess we’ll just have to make Friday nights our thing, then. No friends allowed.” Violet said with a nervous half grin.

I blinked, “Friday nights?”

“Please?” Violet said, biting her lip.

I had no idea why she was getting that pent up about it. She had breezed in out of nowhere, but it was only to treat me. To give our relationship the attention I’d been neglecting.

“Want me to cook next week, then?”

She rolled her eyes, “Idiot. It’s called the Little Sister Delivery Service. Not the Big Brother Can’t Take A Present Service. This is my way of looking out for you. So swallow your pride.”

“I always was bad at letting people help, huh?” I smiled sadly.

Violet kissed my cheek again. Lingering over the kiss longer than felt was strictly necessary, again.

She stood up, gathering the plates, “Damn right you are. So… You got any shooters for that thing?”

She waved vaguely in the direction of my console. Making me remember her trying to play a little bit with me when we were younger. And me mercilessly stomping her.

I had let her win once or twice, but she’d known it, and hated me for it.

“Yeah. You want to play a couple rounds?”

“If it doesn’t suck too much to have me hanging around you.” Violet began washing the dishes, “Guy has to have his space.”

I turned the console on and set it up for a quick splitscreen deathmatch. “It really doesn’t, Violet. I missed you, too. Even if it was my fault.”

The water splashed behind me, and I heard her trembling voice, “Then why did you ghost me?”

I cringed, limping over to where she was crying and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I stopped answering your messages. Calls. I just… Didn’t want to tell you things sucked. Every time. All I was doing was hurting you. I… Should have found a way around it. I didn’t want to lie or tell you when you asked me how I was.”

She sniffled, “I hated you. For just dumping me. I… Meghan got through to me. You can’t try harder. You already were. That’s why… This. I know I’m a brat. I just… Want you back.”

I patted her on the head as she cried into my chest, “Me too, Vi. Me too.”

She pushed me back, wiped her face, and was wearing her smile again. “Sorry. About that. Ready to die?”

“What?”

Violet grabbed my wrist and dragged me excitedly over to the couch, snatching up Player One’s controller. Her eyes had an excited focus to them I hadn’t seen before.

I accepted the backup controller, carefully selected my loadout, and then the match loaded.

I stared in shock as I dropped to the ground, dead.

Violet cackled evilly, as I stared at the killcam showing she had hit me with nothing more than a basic pistol, spawnpoint-to-spawnpoint, by glitching the bullet through one of the walls.

I grabbed a shield and respawned.

And instantly died again.

This time, I’d been ruthlessly put down by her player who was now poised atop a tower at another far location. Holding a sniper rifle, but she’d no-scoped me. Obviously for the kicks.

“Holy shit. When did you become amazing at games?”

Violet giggled excitedly, tapping her feet, and managed to pull off another incredible shot to kill me. “Guys at uni play. Parties ‘n stuff. They’re kaçak iddaa less likely to try and makeout with you when you embarrass the shit out of them in front of their friends.”

“Do you… Play ranked?”

She rolled her eyes as she tossed a knife through my face. “Competition? Hell no. I play for fun, not to get all stressed. I’m just good at it. Winning feels nice, ya know?”

“No. No, I do not.” I laughed.

Violet gave a lop-sided grin, “Consider it payback for all the times you beat me at games when we were younger.”

“You only tried to play me a couple times.”

“Because you trounced me!” Violet said loudly, “All I wanted back then was to find an excuse to hang out with my brother, but it sucked always getting beaten. And then, when you did let me win, it felt worse. Like you hadn’t even bothered to play.”

“Guess I deserve some payback…” I watched as my K/D continued into the negative, “But could you at least pretend I have a chance?”

“Nope.”

Looking for a way to distract her, and give myself a shot, I asked, “Was it really that hard to find an excuse to hang out with me? You used to crash on my bed reading manga whilst I studied.”

My animation glitched as she killed me halfway through a respawn, face souring. “You hated hanging out with me. You were always around your friends, or girls or studying. Never gave me a chance.”

She wasn’t entirely wrong.

I had avoided her, but not because she was the annoying little sister. I wasn’t about to come out and tell her that my raging hormones had found her to be a perfect fantasy when we were younger.

Not helped along by her favourite comic books being all about family relationships, and not the wholesome kind.

She was still attractive. I glanced at her and copped an almost full view of boob in this dress. “Guess we have our Fridays to make up for all that.”

Violet grinned, and then hesitated as she noticed, “Eric, your hands shaking?”

Straight into hoodie pocket. “No.”

She put down her controller and turned, “Dick. I didn’t come over to make you feel worse. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I stopped talking to you because breathing hurts me. Touch hurts me. Being goddamn alive hurts me.” I said more testily than I meant. “I… If I like something, I accept the pain. Cost of doing business with the world. You’re worth it.”

Violet sniffled, blinking back tears and trying to bury her pity. She slid down the couch until she was lying in my lap and looking up at me, “We could watch a movie. If you’re not too tired.”

I was tired. Enough to crash out completely.

“That’d be nice.”

“Liar!” Violet caught me, “I… Ugh! I can’t help you if you don’t let me. You are going to bed. I am sleeping on the couch to make you breakfast in the morning. No arguments.”

She launched to her feet, before dragging me to mine and giving me no choice in the matter.

She didn’t quite tuck me into bed, but it was clear she was feeling overprotective.

Standing over the door until I was actually in bed.

—————

A weight crashed on my chest and hips, jerking me into wakefulness. I blearily cracked open one eye, and saw Violet’s face, and chirpy smile. She grinned broadly, “Good morning, big brother!”

“No!” I moaned, rolling over and dragging a pillow over my head. “It’s the morning vampire!”

“Huh?”

“Only monsters can be morning people.” I complained, “I dunno. I was sleeping. Shuddup.”

She tickled at me, “Aw, come on. I even made you breakfast.”

“Was that a threat?” I muttered in my still sleep-dazed state.

“Ass!” Violet said in shock, giving a light punch to my naked back. Which caused every muscle in my back to overreact and cramp up.

I let out a pained grunt, and she sprang from the bed, “Oh my god! I am so sorry. Please, please don’t hate me. Eric?”

I reached out blindly for my walking stick, and struggled into a sitting position. When I paused to catch my breath I caught Violet staring, and snapped, “What?”

She flinched, “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine. Why are you staring?”

“Uh… You’re still fit.” She said, sounding embarrassed.

Glancing down, I noticed what she’d been staring at. That I hadn’t been wearing a shirt. I’d thought it was my gasping like a fish from sitting up.

I didn’t quite see what she saw. I’d lost most of my muscle mass. Can’t keep it if you’re not using it.

When I looked back up, she was gone.

My bed was even more messed up than usual. The sheets dragged up and over the edge, like I’d been rolling around in it all night. Which was a pain to fix in my current state.

I grabbed a t-shirt and limped out to the main area.

Violet was sitting cross-legged on the lounge, coffee table pulled up with a spread over it.

I sat down beside her, “Well, well. So you don’t burn everything, then.”

“Hey!” Violet yelled and punched me, “Not even I can ruin toast.”

I tried not to rub at my shoulder, feeling the shock propagating. I used my other hand to pick up a piece of cinnamon kaçak bahis toast, “Not bad, Vi. I feel treated.”

“That hurt you, didn’t it?”

“Breathing hurts me.” I confessed freely, “Getting breakfast made for me? That’s worth a punch or two.”

Violet took a deep breath, and her smile reappeared. “Well, I’ll need to take off in a bit. Seeing some friends today. Mind if I borrow your shower?”

“There’s a spare towel in that closet.”

She smiled at me warmly, “Last night was fun. Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I shrugged, “Your efforts are not lost on me. You put an enormous amount of effort into me, making sure I keep smiling.”

“Gotta make sure you remember that I love you.” Violet replied quietly.

I reached over and gave her a quick hug, “I’m not forgetting you, Violet. Didn’t, even before you showed up.”

“Then… Why did you stop talking to me?” She asked, her voice choking.

This seemed like it might keep coming up.

I winced, looking at her hurt face, “Hey, now. I didn’t up and abandon you, Vi. Really. It’s just… No one deserves to live with me. I didn’t stop. I just stopped telling you about the parts that hurt.”

“That’s everything, Eric. That’s your whole life. From the time you’re awake, to the time you sleep, you are in incredible pain.” Violet said seriously, “So you stole my brother from me.”

“Hurts in my dreams, too, recently.” I confessed, “I’m learning to adapt, Vi. Learning to live through it. It’s just going to take me a while. I will make mistakes. Like letting distance grow.”

“No.” She shook her head, smiling as a tear slipped down one cheek, “They’re not mistakes. You have to push harder, try harder, than everyone else. Which isn’t fair. So I will push for you. Keep us together.”

I reached out tentatively, wiping the tear away. “I hate seeing you so upset. Knowing it’s my fault, whether you agree with me or not. Guess we both hide our pain. Must be a family trait.”

“Bad one.” Violet took my hand, squeezing it gently. Then she shook it off and bounced to her feet. “Taking a shower. No peeking.”

“Vi!” I exclaimed in surprise, causing her to snigger.

—————

The medical check up on Monday ruined whatever high the weekend had given me.

I would never get to the point where I could run, again. Never be able to spar. The time of my life was over.

The only real suggestion the doctor could give me was that I should consider moving somewhere with better weather. Fewer people. A quiet place on the edge of a town or something.

In need of a distraction from that, I turned my mind to thanking Violet for looking out for her big brother.

I couldn’t do much.

So far, I knew that my sister was incredibly nerdy. She could hold her own against anybody else at shooting games. She liked manga. Probably meant she had at least a passing interest in anime, and the kind of merchandising that created.

She was a terrible cook, but took great pride in the effort that went into making it.

Something homemade, then.

Something that she could enjoy, not just in passing, like me turning around and cooking dinner for her, but something… More.

She wouldn’t like it if I cooked for her, feel like I was stealing. So something she could enjoy in some kind of more permanent basis seemed appropriate.

When I was still a kid, before I discovered my talent for physical things, I had briefly entertained my own nerdy path in life.

I didn’t really remember any of that stuff, but when my body crapped out on me, I could generally still drive a computer. Not much for typing, mind.

But… If I remembered correctly, there were a bunch of drag ‘n drop styled game engines. They wouldn’t let me make anything that felt that professional, but they would let me make an adventure game just for Violet.

I got to work.

—————

It took me longer than usual to get to the frontdoor, limping along. When I finally opened the door to see Violet for our Friday dinner, I immediately knew that things were going to be different.

She was wearing a crazy sexy dress, the front open down to her navel, the sides were more loose knots than actual fabric. Black crystal earrings, and her hair done up in a coiled bun held in place by a black rose.

Violet was grinning at me, offering up dinner in a plastic container, but I was looking at the red lines in her eyes.

“Little Sister Delivery!” She said proudly, “I made a casserole.”

I helped her inside, put the food on the table, and then I stopped her. I hugged her silently, making Violet freeze up. “Eh… Eric?”

“Whenever you’re ready. Or never.” I said quietly, continuing to hug her with both arms.

Violet turned around and dropped her head into my chest, “You utter asshole. You asshole!”

She gripped my t-shirt in two fists, dragging at it as she began to yell frustration into me. Before slowly choking off into tears. Which made her louder and threatened to not just ruin my top but rip it.

I patted her head gently, holding her through whatever had upset her.

Violet eventually dissolved into loud sniffles, and wiped her nose on my top. She laughed at the mess she’d made, “Guess you need a change, now. You do that, I’ll serve dinner.”

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