Bab 2507: MY SISTER'S A ZOMBIE!
He stared at the two women standing on his doorstep in confusion, a half slice of pizza in one of his hands. The tumble of thoughts was bordering on panic, as his brain just completely failed to process the scene in front of him.
Firstly, the one of the pair that he didn't know was... Weird. Her hair was long and white, except for the tips that were red. Despite the impossible colour combination, his brain kept trying to tell him it wasn't dyed. Her dress was black, short and flared - matching the peaked black hat sitting on her head that wasn't exactly a Halloween decoration.
The weird witch was holding onto the back of the other woman's neck tightly, and looked incredibly pissed at her. However, the one being held didn't look like they were up for a fight. They were staring at the ground, shoulders slumped, and looked all the world like they'd just endured a parent giving them a three hour lecture.
He recognised her.
She might be mud-soaked. Her blonde hair hidden beneath the stuff, caked on. However, he recognised those little sky-blue eyes. He knew that tiny button nose. Lord knew he'd been to blame for that trembling lip enough times.
"Chris." The witch snapped, voice almost snarling, "We need to come in and have a bit of a talk. And Raquel needs to borrow your shower. You mind?"
"What... The fuck?"
The witch rolled her eyes, "I'll explain, idiot, but I'd rather do it not on your doorstep in the cold! It's the fucking witching hour. So, can we please shove this thing in your bloody bathroom and get a decent cup of coffee? Not what I was planning for my weekend, either!"
He went to move backwards to make room for them, but just sort of stumbled and fell over. He landed in the middle of a turn, hitting the wall and just barely managing to stay upright.
The messy one limped by him, turning her head so that she didn't have to face him. He still saw her tears dripping onto his carpet, among the clumps of mud and dirt she was dropping.
The witch stepped in, sniffing cautiously, and then snapped her fingers and the door swung shut behind her. She took him by the shirt front, and seemed to effortlessly drag him into the kitchen, where his electric kettle was already switched on - which he didn't remember doing.
The woman sat him down roughly at the bench, on a stool, and then she shook out a garbage bag and started going through his fridge. Chris tried to shake off the confused shock as she dumped his fresh bag of deli bacon, "Oi! What do you think you're doing!?"
"Saving your life." She said casually, "I'm Lily, by the way. Sorry about interrupting your... Private time. I really wasn't expecting this. Normally, when I get an alarm from a graveyard, it's a vampire or elder god. Just another bitch trying to get at my brother. There's... Actually no precedent for this, so I'm kinda making it up as I go along."
He looked down the hall with a pained expression, "I'd tell you that you were crazy, and to fuck off... But that was her. Wasn't it?"
"I can actually hear your thoughts. For someone whose sister just came back to life after four years, you're coping fairly well." Lily said sympathetically, as she sorted through his planned meals for tomorrow, tossing a couple of the frozen meals. "Anyways... I won't be the one in charge of keeping an eye on her. That'll be Ginger. She's a sweet girl. So... Questions? Go for it."
Chris winced, "How... Do you know who I am?"
"I can read minds. Read hers." Lily shrugged, "She's all about you. I found her sitting beside her tombstone, balling her eyes out. She... Can't speak, yet. Dunno if it'll come to her. Mostly she was crying about missing you. Remembering... Reaching for you. The accident."
He closed his eyes briefly in pain, "She remembers the accident?"
"It's going to suck." Lily said quietly, "But it's about all she remembers. Doesn't really remember anything from before. Not your parents. Not growing up together. She just remembers her Chris, how much she loved him, and... The accident."
He winced, "Fuck... Just... Fuck."
"Yeah." The woman said sympathetically, before disappearing the garbage bag with half his food. She leaned onto the bench, looking at him, "So... She's your sister, then? Why don't you tell me about her? I'm still looking into why this happened. And you need to decompress, at least a bit."
Chris swallowed, "It was my fault..."
"No, no. We're not going down that path, right now." Lily gently chided him, "Remembering the girl, not the accident."
He shrugged helplessly, "I... Raquel had just had her birthday. It was her twentieth. I'd been giving her a lift to her boyfriend's house. Th-they were going away. Didn't want to leave her car there. How am I not meant to remember all that? She died, because of me!"
"Huh. She didn't remember a boyfriend." Lily said in surprise, and Chris felt something cold crawling inside his head, before the witch nodded, "Sammy. Ta, for that. I'll just have a looksey in on... Oh. Yeah, don't tell him about this. He moved on. Married, kids."
Chris took a deep breath, "So... She's... Alive? Just memories missing?"
"No, she's still dead. Sorry." The witch said brutally, "Raquel can't heal or anything. She cuts her hand, that cut will stick around forever. Probably festering and being a danger to making you sick. So you're going to need to keep her out of the kitchen, no bike riding, basically... Uh... Girl in the Bubble, her. Huge responsibility, and unfair, so I kinda told the Council to put you on a Carer's Payment. No more work, you've retired to take care of her. It's unfair... But..."
"I'll do it." Chris said, "I get that you feel uncomfortable forcing it on me, but I don't care. Wait, if she can't heal... Is she going to uh... Rot? If she soaks in a bath or something?"
Lily shrugged, "Maybe? It's been a couple hundred years since the last zombie popped up. Uncharted waters, Chris. I need to do some research. I think she can get by a bit if she gets a steady diet, so Ginger will try some foods with her, when she pops round, tomorrow."
"Holy shit. Zombie." He shivered.
The woman smiled, and then produced one of his mugs with some steaming tea in it, from somewhere. She pressed it into his hands, "Things to remember. She doesn't remember being alive. Human. She might seem like the woman you knew, at times, but she isn't. Not entirely. Never will be, again."
He winced, "Yeah, that's going to be hard."
"Secondly, pig and person taste the same. Same-ish. You're going kosher, unless you want to wake up to her gnawing on you, because the smell gave her cravings." Lily waved at his fridge, and then looked pointedly at the piece of pizza he was still awkwardly holding onto.
"Oh." He looked for the bin, but the pizza, and its box, vanished.
The witch smiled warmly, "Now, um... Witches can tell when someone knows about magic. So a few strangers might talk to you differently. Maybe a few people you know, too. I want to assure you that the magic community has nothing against Raquel. Most want to study her, which is a bit insensitive, but relatively harmless. A few vampires might think she owes them loyalty or whatever. But you don't have to worry that anyone would come hunting her. And if someone really is that nuts... Call Ging. She'll fuck 'em up."
Chris felt a chill, "Supernatural hunters. Awesome."
"Nah. Probably won't happen. I'm the world's most powerful hunter, and this is my city, so people tend to stay clear. I'm the White Witch, and you two are under my protection." Lily said casually, like she said it a lot.
A loud groan made Chris jump out of his skin, and he looked over to see his younger sister shuffling into the kitchen. Without a single scrap of clothing on.
He could see the stitches to her chest. Where the medical examiner had attempted to undo their crimes, and repair the bigger bits of damage from the accident. Her skin was mottled. Not old and dry, but like she was covered in bruises, head to toe.
Lily tsk'd and stepped over, "Don't you dare tell me you're not flexible enough! I bought you a dress that you could slip on with one arm. Even a klutz like you would find it easy. You did it on purpose. Go get dressed, now. We're not done talking."
Raquel made Chris' heart break by emitting a timid sort of moan. However, the witch was unmoved. His sister's eyes and shoulders dropped, and she turned and shuffled away, again.
"As bad as Fan." Lily muttered.
Chris winced, "She sounds like she's in pain."
"She's not. Which is one of the problems." Lily said tiredly, "She won't notice if she hurts herself. The stumbling thing? She can't feel her feet. I think... Not certain... That some of her nerves will wake up. But right now, she's numb. So she'll rely on you to notice if she breaks a toe, or scratches herself. You'll need to clean it, and... Ging can take care of stitches and stuff."
"Emotional pain."
Lily shook her head, "She... Can't feel things. Not like you. She lives in a grayscale world, now."
Chris winced, "I think... I think I'm going to start crying, the minute I hear her and you're not here."
"Yeah. I'm handing you a shit sandwich." Lily nodded. "You were just getting over the trauma of losing her, and surprise, she's back! But not really. Not actually. Someone like her. But someone different."
He clenched his fists, "I get what you're saying, but... This is is still a second chance. No matter how you want to paint it. Doesn't seem like there's a huge difference between... Zombie... And if she'd managed to live through it and needed help. PTSD and stuff."
"World of difference." The witch rolled her eyes, "But you, do you. I'll work out how the fuck her soul managed to crawl back inside her ugly corpse. Hopefully, we can find a balance for her."
Chris nodded, "Sure."
"Final note, before I take off." Lily stood up and stretched, "She's going to try and eat you. Going to. Not might. Will. Probably best to call Ginger when it happens. Her number's in your phone, now."
He frowned nervously, "What if she needs help with the dress?"
"She'll be fucking happy about it." Lily glared down the hall, "But... You're her carer, now. Awkward stuff will pop up. Um... I'll ask Ginger to come by with some food to try, for the both of you. But, I really need to get going. Fucking alien and my fucking idiot brother..."
With that, the woman vanished. No fading, pop or light show. Gone like she was nothing but a hallucination in Chris' sleep deprived brain.
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It was a good fifteen minutes before he heard his sister.
Chris, true to his word, felt the tears rise up and swamp him when Raquel came limping into the kitchen in a pale pink dress. The shoulder straps were broad, but only one was really in place. The other hung awkwardly off her shoulder, and the dress was twisted askew.
His sister was staring at the ground, and when she noticed that he was alone, seemed to get even more timid than before. Turning to flee back up the hall.
Chris half-ran over, before fixing and straightening her dress with shaking hands, "Uhm... Lily said you can't remember much. Just... What happened. So... Do you hate me? Is that why you run?"
Her sky blue eyes looked up at him, growing wide in innocent confusion, and then Chris grunted involuntarily as the blonde chomped down on his shoulder. She sucked gently on it, through his t-shirt, whilst not-so-gently grinding her teeth into him.
He extricated himself slowly, afraid of hurting her, and then waggled a finger, "Um... No? No. I'm not for eating."
She moaned weakly, sounding like he'd slapped her.
Chris sighed, "You don't know who I am, do you?"
Those innocent eyes stared into his, and she reached up slowly with jerky movements to touch her swollen lips. She screwed up her face, thinking, and then her thumb went into her mouth and she bit down, hard.
He fought her, pulling the thumb out, and sighed at the fresh bruising. "Sorry. I guess comfort eating is a thing with you. Makes sense. Let me see if Lily left me anything in the fridge that you can chew on."
She surprised him by nodding, seeming to understand what he was saying.
He did find a large carrot, but when he turned back to give it to her, she was gnawing on her thumb, again. Not sucking. She was making a concerted effort to bite it off.
He felt awkward as he pushed a carrot into a grown woman's mouth. She looked surprised, and then grinned, smiling and drooling around the object at him.
In all his discussion with Lily, he hadn't thought to ask how badly death had fucked over his sister's intelligence. He was starting to feel that her brain really had gone and died, leaving not much of anything behind.
The girl reached up and put a hand onto Chris' chest, and gave a small groan.
"You're... Welcome?"
Her smile vanished and she glared at him, before awkwardly turning and stumbling away, still chewing on her carrot. Chris followed, unsure if letting her have space was a good idea, despite knowing he'd just offended her somehow.
His sister took three attempts before she managed to swipe the TV remote from the table, and then just walked into the couch and let herself fall over. As she went down, and the dress went up, Chris copped an eyeful. Didn't seem like panties was something she felt capable of, just yet.
Which probably meant he'd need to help her with a pair, in the morning.
Chris sat in a nearby chair, and pulled out his phone. He found the other witch's number had appeared in his contacts, as promised. He also found his bank account had registered the first payment from a government source, but it was significantly more generous than most pensions he was aware of.
He rubbed his chin, "Do... Do you think you'd be up to some clothes shopping, tomorrow? Get a few more dresses, and uh... Maybe some... Underwear?"
The girl lying facedown on the couch groaned and rolled until she could face him, and then lifted up her arm to point at him, with only the rude finger on display.
"What I do!?" Chris complained, "I'm just trying to help, Raquel!"
Her eyes widened, and her chest shook with a ragged gasp, and then tears started to fall down her cheeks. She jerked her head away, burying it into the couch, before letting out the most terrifying and pained groan that he had ever heard in his life.
The couch did exactly nothing to dull the noise that shook his windows and set off every cat and dog in the neighbourhood. However, before Chris could leap to her side, Raquel kicked her feet in frustration, causing the couch to make a splintering sound and groan of its own, before collapsing with a thud.
Pieces of plywood hit his ankles, causing his own limp as he stumbled to her side, falling to his knees on the edges of the cushions. He rubbed her back gently, "Hey, hey. That was a big emotion. Can you... Try? To help me understand? I know charades are hard right now. But... Please?"
Raquel looked up at him with tears in her eyes as her carrot fell from her mouth in two pieces. She sniffled and pushed herself into a sitting position. Grabbing and heaving her legs so they were tucked up under her chin. With a stiff arm she patted at the carrot, looking at him pleadingly.
"Want another?"
She nodded, a jerky motion that made him feel like she was going to snap her neck.
Chris headed back to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit as well as the whole bag of carrots. He found her in the same position, but staring wide-eyed at the news on TV.
She didn't seem to acknowledge his presence, and simply bit down on the carrot when he proffered it. He shrugged it off and checked over her legs, finding a few scratches probably from the couch. He disinfected them, as she seemed to mindlessly drool and stare at the host on the TV screen talking about the blatant corruption of yet another politician.
She had a couple more scratches on her elbows, but she'd done more damage than he'd expected to her thumb. Torn the skin, and felt like she might have hurt the muscle as well. Again, she had zero reaction when he disinfected the area. Her nerves really were dead.
As he finished, he almost instinctively kissed the top of her head. Like they were kids again, and he'd been helping her with a scuffed knee.
It was a mistake.
Raquel let a huge and angry growl. Her arm popped audibly as it snapped out towards him, and her fingers seized his throat with a mechanised grip. She lurched to her feet and picked him off the ground as if he weighed nothing, before letting out a bellow of rage that covered his face in spittle and carrot pieces.
"Aw gad. I'm runnin' more 'n wee bit late." A voice said from behind where Chris was gasping and kicking, unable to do a thing. "Go ahead 'n put him down, sweet."
His sister blinked, then her eyes went wide in surprise and horror. She instantly dropped him and lurched off out of the room with a sobbing moan more fit for a haunted house.
Chris fell onto his knees, one hand holding his throat as he wheezed and gasped pathetically. The world was spinning with the inrush of air, and though he was grateful to be able to breathe again, he was surprised to find that air burned. His throat was screaming as his lungs sang in ecstasy.
The newcomer knelt in front of him, brushing a handful of orange curls out of her green eyes. Her jaw was straight, and belonged on a Hollywood starlet. She rolled her eyes, and then popped a mint of some kind into his mouth. His throat immediately seemed to relax and she nodded. "There we go. Noaw, anything you picked up, before I go 'n try and talk to Little Miss?"
"She likes... Chewing things." He gasped weakly, "Thumb, if she can't get... Anything else. Also... I think... Short term... Memory problems."
"Ta." The woman said and kissed his cheek, before giggling as she stood, "Name's Ginger, by the by."
Chris fell tiredly onto his broken couch, letting the mint dissolve in his cheek.
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"Take two!" Ginger announced, coming into the room. "I be playing translator, 'kay? Chris, Raquel has some t'ings she wanna say."
He sat up, looking over at the timid blonde hiding behind the stranger. Ginger was probably a witch, like Lily, but she wasn't dressed like one. Woman was wearing jeans that looked frayed around the edges, and a fairly cute blouse, with a small patch featuring an anime catgirl with black hair and silver ears.
His sister gave a tiny moan, and jerked further behind the witch.
Ginger nodded, "Aha. She thinkin' ya be a rude dick, pretty much. Don't like the way you don't ask before goin' yanking stuff outta her mouth. She understands why ya do it, but she wantin' ya to ask, not tell. Only fight her if she refuses, and it isn't safe."
"Oh." He winced, "Sorry."
Ginger nodded, "Hmm. Also, ya be treatin' her like a kid. She may not talk, but she's a grown ass adult. If she not want -"
Raquel moaned frantically at the witch.
The redhead laughed, "Ya gots to be straight with him, sweet. He's a guy."
His sister attempted, and failed, to cross her arms. However she did manage to put a pout onto her bruised face. He was starting to get used to her skin, see his cute little sister under it, again. Which helped him see that she was downright furious with him.
"She is that." Ginger nodded, "Fury be a good word for it. Raquel not wanting underwear. It ain't about it being hard to wear, she don't like it. Her body is a bit different, noaw. Bladder not workin' and stuff. So she not even need it. I'm with her, probably best not to enclose her girly in a hotbox. She cannae sweat."
"And here I thought I was being sensitive." Chris said tiredly, "Sorry for being an idiot, Raquel. Do... You still want to get some dresses? I thought it'd be nice. Something to make you feel normal. Get something pretty. Maybe find a unicorn with pockets and squee over it. Am I being stupid and missing something there?"His sister sniffled, tears running down her cheeks as she stared at him.
"Aw, sweet." Ginger looked behind at the zombie sympathetically, and gave her a quick cuddle. "Noaw wonder you're all kinds of messed up. If you can't talk yet, that's a hard bitchin' conversation. Wanna hold it until ya can, yourself? Or want me to try for ya?"
Raquel chomped down on the witch's shoulder, teeth audibly grinding.
Ginger groaned involuntarily, "Fuck's sake! Dat hurts. I ain't your food, sweet. Lemme go, or I'll feel the need to do something witchin'."
His sister jerked away, and lifted a hand cautiously to her lips, like she had before. Chris felt a lightbulb moment, "You don't notice when you bite, do you? It's not just comfort. It's instinct. Pure and raw."
Ginger rolled her shoulder, as Raquel gave her frantic and jerking nod. "Looks like it. Not a bad insight, Chris."
He smiled sadly at his sister, "So... Me offering carrots, then, probably feels a little bit... Condescending? Like I'm trying to muzzle you. Or treating you like a toddler."
Again, the nod.
Chris rubbed his chin, "Well, don't want that. But we can't have you going around biting people, either. Got any ideas to a sort of... Compromise?"
Ginger frowned, still rubbing crossly at her shoulder, "She be thinking a key word. Tell her she's being a little affectionate? Bitin' like that ain't a hickey, gal. It ain't noaw affection."
Raquel groaned angrily at the witch, shuffling a foot in what might have been an attempt at a stomp.
He frowned, "Do you want to try a few other things to... Chew? Then I could carry some and just silently put one in your hand if you don't notice and bite yourself or me. Or I can just carry carrots."
Ginger nodded, "She likes that idea. Not much likin' the carrots. Just knows they better than accidentally bitin' off her thumb. Oh. Uh... Thinkin' about biting her thumb made her feel hungry. She's feelin' starvin', but weren't sure how to tell you."
"Pat your stomach?" Chris shrugged.
Raquel groaned in annoyance and jerked her arm, showing that she found the simple motion to actually be quite the ordeal. She might be practically non-verbal, but sign and writing were off the table for communicating.
He scratched his chin, thinking for a bit, "Okay... This might sound condescending. But I'm just looking for solutions, okay? Trying to help. Can we buy you some emoji badges or magnets or something? Then you give me the one you're feeling, or stick it on the fridge or a small message board if we're at home. Does that sound like it could work?"
His sister burst into tears and tried to stomp her foot.
"She be hating the idea." Ginger shrugged, "But she'll do it until ya come up with a better one."
"Speech therapy, hopefully." Chris shrugged, "Lily seemed hopeful that you could learn to speak, again. That this is just temporary, so you won't have to rely on your idiot brother to interpret."
Raquel shuffled over quickly and pressed her hand into his chest, sky blue eyes staring at him desperately, as she let out a little moan.
Ginger snickered, "Want me to tell him what ya were just thinking? He's got no clue."
Raquel hesitated, and then stared at the ground and started to cry. Chris put his hands under her arms and hugged her tightly, "Hey. I know I've got no clue how hard this is, for you. I might be struggling with having you back, but you're the one who died and came back."
"Not even close." Ginger laughed at him, "Pretty much, she don't think dying was a big deal. Mostly she's worried about being separate from you. When you go to the kitchen or whatever, she can't remember if you're ever coming back. Huh. Maybe some object permanence issues. I'll look into that."
He squeezed her lightly, "Even if you get to a point where you don't need me anymore, I'm not leaving, Raquel. I... I lost you once. I was only just starting to move on. I... I was leaving flowers at your grave, every week."
"What the fuck do you mean ya remember that!?" Ginger exploded, staring.
His sister sniffled and moaned, tucking her head and roughly pushing it into his chest, nearly knocking the both of them off their feet.
The witch went pale, "Well. Fuck me sideways. That's a real horror show. Uh... Don't know how long it took... But ya sister been tryin' ta dig her way out for a while. She'd give up, 'n then hear you talkin' to her and try some more. I guessin' more than a year."
Chris stiffened, pulling his sister in tightly as his stomach turned, "Oh god. Uh... Claustrophobic, now?"
A hacking noise that hurt his ears emerged from his sister and she shook her head. He looked to the witch for an interpretation. Ginger looked confused, "She's uh... Laughin'. I thought it were a fair question. Apparently not. Being crushed by dirt 'n shit is just... Boring? The fuck. I'm going to have nightmares 'cos o' this."
"I'm disturbed." Chris agreed, and then thought about all the things he'd said at the gravesite. Especially from the days when he'd been feeling bitter and lost. Remembering the hateful and spiteful things he'd half-screamed at her. "Oh god. I definitely wasn't the highlight of your week, was I? Bad enough you died and got buried. Then you had to endure me."
She looked up at him, cocking her head, and emitted a querying cough.
Chris winced, "I called you a lot of things before I started coming to terms with things. Wouldn't surprise me if you started digging just to come and teach me a lesson."
"Aw." Ginger cooed, "She cried 'cos she wanted to hug you, when you were getting mad. Your girl understood you were just hurting. Just wanted to... She decided to dig her way out to try and make you smile. That's what has hurt her most about comin' back. She thought it'd make you happy, sweet. But you just look sad."
He looked down and Raquel gave a weak smile. And then tried to bite his throat.
A gust of wind tossed the both of them backwards, a strange word shouted by Ginger. Chris hit the ground hard as his sister was pinned up against the back wall, the witch slowly walking in front of her. Slow and deliberate, flames gathering in her spread hands.
"Stop!" He shouted.
The witch ignored him, so he did the only thing he could think of and crash tackled her to the ground. He hit the back of her legs, making her cry out in surprise, and all three of them fell over. Raquel let out a warlike bellow, and ripped Ginger into the air by her hair, threatening her.
"Calm down! Both of you!" Chris yelled.
Ginger spoke through a rough wince, "She's too dangerous. This is mercy! If God ain't putting her down, then I am!"
Raquel yelled louder, making the windows shake and setting off the whole neighbourhood, again. Chris found his feet, and put a gentle hand on her arm, "She doesn't know what she did, Ginger. All she knows is that you just tried to kill her, for no reason."
"All the more reason!" The witch snarled, "Get outta the way! I'm ending this!"
"Fuck off, Ginger." Chris growled, and then pushed on his sister's arm firmly, "I'm talking through this with her. You can deal with it if she actually kills me, not before. She's hungry. Weren't you supposed to bring round some food? Go get that ready."
Raquel reluctantly released the witch, but continued to look at her with a hateful glare. Trembling and twitching with rage.
The witch rubbed her head, "Don't get paid 'nuf for this shit."
The redhead left the room, and Chris took his sister's hands, "Ssh. Please. She did overreact, a bit... But you just nearly... Killed me."
Raquel burst into tears and went to run away. He held firm to her hands, and was jerked completely off his feet. His sister looked down at him clinging on, and then burst into a hacking cough, smiling broadly at him through her tears.
Chris found his feet again, smiling along with her, and then hugged her, "Still got you. Refuse to leave you, Raquel."
She jerked her arms up weakly, and then tried to hug him. Chris gasped as she knocked the air out of him in a brutal bear hug that lurched him into the air. He dangled in her arms as his little sister cried into his chest.
Chris wheezed, "Random... Question... Do you need to... Drink? You can... Cry? But not... Pee?"
Raquel dropped him and gave him a flat glare that told him that she resented the question. He shrugged, "It's... I assume you might forget to drink or eat? Not the way it works? I wouldn't know. I don't think anyone but maybe you knows how it works. The other witch said she'd have to do some research."
His sister made an irritated noise, and jerked her arms into a cross.
Chris nodded slowly, "Bathroom stuff is off limits? Or all zombie stuff? Nod once for bathroom. Twice for zombie."
She nodded twice.
His shoulders fell and he sighed, "I can't help take care of you, if everything is off limits. And the witch just wants to cremate you. You can't rely on any kind of girl code, she won't help. She'll be looking for an excuse to hurt you."
"Excuse to keep everyone safe." Ginger snapped, coming back into the room with a steaming plastic container. Raquel instantly started drooling and stumbled towards it.
The witch put the container on the table, and his sister fell face-first into it, growling and snarling as she ate whatever it was. Ginger crossed her arms, "A compromise. If she agrees to wear a muzzle when she's noaw eating, I won't make her into Santa's gift to bad boys and girls everywhere."
Chris winced, "We don't have much of a choice... Oh, and I guess we could get one with a bar for her to gnaw on?"
"Mhmm." Ginger held up a muzzle that was a leather bar and headstraps. "I still think you're a fucking idiot who gonna get himself killed."
"I've lost her once. Never again." Chris' voice cracked.
The redhead winced, "Shit. Lils said about an accident... Didn't know it was that bad. You watched her die."
"It was my fault." Chris stated, "So, yeah. If she ends up killing me, all's fair. I'd deserve it. You can put her down, and I guess me if it's infectious. But not before that happens."
"Doesn't seem infectious." Ginger shook her head, "Honestly? No clue why she came back. Agwi are monstrous angry bitches. That was the last big zombie wave. No virus, just resentful spirits 'n a well o' magic for 'em to tap. That not what happened here."
Raquel let out a satisfied burp, and staggered upright.
Chris smiled at her, and grabbed a tissue, wiping her cheeks for her as she looked pleadingly at him in embarrassment. He shrugged, guilt free. Then the witch ruined the moment by holding out the muzzle. "Non-negotiable."
Raquel rolled her eyes, and jerked her chin at Chris.
He frowned, "Is that a yes? And you need my help?"
She nodded.
Chris gently inserted the bar into her mouth, reaching behind her head to gently tie the straps up. His sister watched him, looking annoyed, but calm. She didn't make a motion at all, not even to bite down. Seemed like it might have been the hunger.
Ginger scoffed, "I've put a few more in the freezer. They're brains, but not human. Take three minutes to thaw in the microwave. Let me know if ya notice side-effects. Like, a witch eats brains, it's a dark magic. They get the memories of the dead."
"Already noticed one." Chris brushed Raquel's cheek slowly, "Less... Bruising."
"Huh. Ya right. She eats, she heals." The witch said tiredly, and then shrugged, "Anyways... I'm tired. Gotta work in... Fuck me. Three hours. So I'll leave you with ya monster. Don't reckon she sleeps. Enjoy that."
With that, the redhead was gone.
Chris gave Raquel another hug, "I've... Missed you. Sorry about all of this. But until we have a few things worked out... Do you mind keeping the gag?"
She jerked her head left to right, and then half-headbutted him and pressed it into his cheek. He tightened his hug on his sister, "I love you, too."
Tears flooded down her cheeks and she let out a deep and sobbing moan. Shaking as she gripped onto him like a steel clamp.
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Chris' alarm woke him up, and he flinched. He'd been ripped out of a nightmare - listening to his sister scream, the car hitting the underside of the truck trailer. Seeing her reach for him from within the wreck, as he was thrown clear.
He took a couple deep breaths, practising calming his head. Acknowledging the pain, and gently forcing himself to let go of the tension. Neck, shoulders, stomach. It came easily to him. The guilt and agony were still there, but at the back of his head.
Opening his eyes, he was alone in the bedroom. Thankfully. He'd been worried about waking up to Raquel staring at him, after Ginger's comment. However, he could hear the TV going.
Chris pulled on a t-shirt and went to check on her.
Passing through the kitchen he stopped, and felt a chill run down his spine. A half dozen plastic containers were lying broken on the table, and the microwave door was hanging askew. Her gag was on top of the containers, cords snapped.
He winced, and quietly headed into the lounge. He found Raquel sitting in a swirl of heavy blankets, on top of the broken couch. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and she was gently sucking on something that looked like a pacifier at first glance.
Chris coughed weakly, "Uh... Morning... Um... That doesn't go in your mouth, Raquel. Please, please, spit it out."
She looked over at him, head jerking, and her mouth split into a huge grin around the anal plug.
"Please?" He begged her, "That was my ex's and... You don't want to know where it's supposed to go."
Her blue eyes blinked, and then widened and the object shot across the room and embedded itself into a wall. Raquel moaned loudly and grabbed a nearby jug of water, pouring it over her mouth without swallowing, soaking both her and the bedding.
Chris smiled sheepishly, and sat down close to her, "Sorry. Guess you got hungry this morning? Issues with the microwave? I struggle to get it open sometimes. Bitch of a button."
Raquel winced, looking guilty, and gave an embarrassed nod.
"Did you eat everything in the freezer? Do I need to ask Ginger for more?"
Another, smaller, nod.
Chris reached over and stroked her cheek with his thumb, "You're looking better, today. I think your early breakfast did you good. Almost no bruises. At least on your face. So... Did you have an okay night, by yourself?"
She shrugged, nodding at the TV. Probably more entertaining than a grave.
"So. Today's chores? Buying emotion stickers or whatever. Couple dresses. Anything else you want to do?"
His now-wet sister shuffled closer to him, lying her head against his shoulder, and then bit the side of his neck. She gave a little moan, sounding lonely. Chris was a little distracted, as the sudden early morning bite made a part of him jump into inappropriate life.
"You're eh... Breaking your diet." He said weakly.
She jerked back from him, still connected by a long line of sticky drool from her chin to his neck. Raquel looked away from him and gave a weak mutter, sounding like she was stressing her vocal chords.
He patted her back, "How about you have a shower? I'll clean up a bit, here. And organise for more food. Oh. When we go out, we should buy another couch. You can help pick out one you like. Especially as you'll probably be using it a lot more than me."
She shook her head, and a hand pushed from inside her blankets, against his chest.
"Don't want to leave me?"
She groaned and nodded.
"Um... Anything you want to do? Looking forward to?" He asked cluelessly. "You're back. I can't believe you're back. I don't think I'm brave enough to take you clubbing, sorry. Even if it used to be your favourite thing to do... Um... You still look pretty beat up. If we go out, someone is going to ask you if I did it. People will be worried you're abused."
Raquel nodded jerkily at his talkative flood, and then lurched to her feet. She clumsily patted his shoulder and gave two small and short moans. His sister jerked her shoulder, but stayed standing where she was.
"Want me to follow?" He guessed.
She gave a happy grin, and stumbled towards the kitchen. When they got to her mess, she pointed at her broken mask. Chris tried his best to put it on for her, not expecting it to work. However, as he pulled at the snapped cords, to try and tie them, he was given a heart attack as they moved of their own accord and fixed themselves back in place.
"Fucking witches." Chris shivered.
Raquel, gave another motion for him to follow, before limping down to the bathroom. She clipped her shoulder on the doorway on the way in, and would have ended up sprawled on the ground if he didn't catch her. She groaned around the gag, making him notice that she was drooling heavily, before lifting her arms straight up in the air.
Chris winced, "You eh... Want me to help? Are you sure? I thought you could do this on your own."
Raquel stuck her chin forward, glaring at him, and issued a sound that verged on being an intelligible word. He wasn't a hundred percent certain, but Chris thought that his sister might just have sworn at him.
He took a deep breath, and slowly pulled her slip up from the bottom. It inched slowly over her mottled skin. Revealing first her thin ankles, leading up her brown, purple and green palette, before showing her small knees. Above that, he found her muscular thighs, and couldn't really avoid noticing the insane bush of red and brown hair that stuck out in every direction. Hair keeps growing for years after you die. At least it was crazy enough he couldn't see by it to her slit.
The dress crept up to her hips, both thin and showing. He'd always teased her about not eating enough. Raquel had the natural body of a dancer. It had made her delicate in her past life. She'd never been able to risk going anywhere by herself. The vast strength difference between the average guy and her had been an insurmountable hurdle.
If any guy tried to pinch her ass today, the slap might well send them to the hospital with a concussion. Which he found hilarious.
Her stomach was horrible. Light greens over what could only be called black. Chris touched her gently, instinctively, and looked at her in pain. Her blue eyes stared back at him curiously, wondering. "Doesn't it... Hurt?"
She blinked innocently, and then shook her head.
"Do you... Remember what pain feels like?" He asked, and swept her dress the rest of the way off. Her purple and blue breasts bobbing for a moment, even as the nipples hardened in front of him.
Raquel gave a nod and pushed her hand firmly into his chest. His sister examined his face urgently, before moaning and leaning into him. The hand on his chest went tight, stretching his t-shirt, as she suddenly became a huge weight without any support.
Chris grunted as he caught her, holding onto his battered sister, naked apart from her mask. All the pain and guilt from losing her came rushing back. His mind seeing the moment the traffic light had blinked from amber to red. Felt himself stepping down on the pedal.
He closed his eyes, feeling her weight against his chest, as the tears made it too blurry to see. He didn't want her to see him like this. Didn't want her to know how much it hurt to see her. To relive his guilt. If she couldn't remember the horror of the accident, if it was just a memory to her, he wanted it to stay that way.
Two small and salty drops escaped from his eyes, falling quickly from his eyelashes, before catching on his cheeks and sliding painfully slowly down until they dripped from his chin to the hair of the girl below.
Raquel gave a happy moan, pushing her face into his chest.
There was nothing ordinary about this scene. It was not normal for a sister to snuggle up to her brother, dead naked. It was freaky that she looked like someone had taken to her with a baseball bat until they couldn't lift their arms. It was terrifying to combine the two."Krrrrrrrr." She groaned into him.
Her voice might be nothing more than grunts and groans, barely more than animalistic indications, but Chris could still hear Raquel in them. The voice of the angel who laughed and teased. Who would stand up on the table and sing as badly as possible, making everyone cringe and block their ears, laughing as she did.
"I missed you. Every single day." He whispered to her, "I'm so sorry."
Raquel took a little shuffle backwards, and then hauled, her hand still clutching his top. His feet dangled for a moment before he shifted his arms up, letting it come free rather than waiting for it to fail.
His sister nodded, and the grunted and pointed at his pants.
Chris blinked in confusion, and she growled and pointed again. Understanding dawned slower than a sunrise, before his jaw dropped, "Wait. What? Helping you with a shower, fine. You need help. But... Joining you? There's a limit. A line."
Raquel's blue eyes grew stormy, and he expected another bellow of rage to rip free from her. Instead, her cheek twitched once or twice, and then she flopped backwards onto the ground like a ragdoll, except the thunk of her head hitting the ground was anything but the softness of a plush toy.
As Chris went to check her, he was knocked backwards. Raquel wailing, and tossing all four of her limbs back and forth. She slapped, kicked, and punched the tiles of the bathroom floor. Cracking and splitting them with her brutal strength.
All he could do was stare, unable to risk getting close, as his zombie threw a complete tantrum because he had refused to shower with her.
He didn't understand what motivated her, at all. He knew she got hungry, and apparently the zombie and brains thing was real. He knew she tried to comfort eat when she felt misunderstood - that she wasn't stupid or dumb. She had thoughts and feelings.
Chris just didn't have a fucking clue why this was important to her.
"You're trying to tell me something... That..." He winced, not really getting it, "Even me standing outside the shower, is too far away? It hurts?"
Her fists stopped swinging.
The blonde jerked upright, breasts first, followed by her head with a sickening crack of her spine. Her sky blue eyes were still full of tears, as she gave two huge sniffs. Raquel's arm jerked out towards him.
Chris felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Seeing the same desperate look in her eyes as he'd seen a moment before life had drained out of them. The exact same look, the last sight he'd had of her, before she'd turned up on his doorstep.
He didn't even realise he was falling until he landed on his ass, hard enough to bruise his tailbone.
"Fuck." Chris winced, "Ow. Ow, ow."
There was a skittering of nails on tiles and then Raquel was headbutting him flat. She stared down at him urgently, pressing one hand into his chest so that he was struggling to breathe. Drool fell from her gag, three long strands linking the two of them as he tried not to feel grossed out.
"Miiiiiirrrrrr." She groaned, looking at him pityingly, a hopeless hope that he would get whatever she was trying to say.
"I hurt my butt."
Raquel sat back on him, and a hacking noise emerged from her as her chest heaved up and down. She was grinning and shaking her head, as her breasts bounced up and down and... And Chris couldn't stop staring.
The snowglobes moved out of time with the rest of her, showing an inertia that shut down whatever the hell his brain was trying to think. His eyes refusing to look away as they followed the little targets up and down.
He could feel her mound shaking on him as she laughed. She might look bruised and battered, but she was still a looker. Raquel had been beautiful, all her life. She'd been the kind of girl that could twist any guy around her pinky finger with a smile and a few exaggerated motions.
Chris hoped to hell that she didn't feel it, that her numbness extended everywhere, as he absolutely failed to stop himself hardening beneath her. It was way too early in the morning to have a naked girl climbing all over him.
His sister made a face, and then seemed to jerk her chin and shoulder together. There was an instant snapping noise and the gag fell away from her with a small splat of some more drool. She rolled her jaw like it had been annoying her, and then smiled at him.
He figured that she'd forgotten that she had a decent reason to wear it, and she'd chosen to put it on. It was possible she'd changed her mind, but Chris was getting the impression that Raquel was extremely forgetful, now. Something to do with short term memory.
She lurched upright, turning and bending forward to turn on the shower. Giving him a perfect sight of the only part of her body that seemed unbruised. Small, pink, and slightly swollen. The top was just barely open, burning all kinds of inappropriate imagery into his imagination.
Chris painfully stood up, dragging on a cupboard and wincing. His tailbone really did feel like he'd managed to bruise it. He also managed to find a couple pieces of broken tile with his bare feet. The slivers were unforgiving.
When Raquel turned back around, she found him with one foot pulled up to his knee as he was trying to grasp a hair-sized piece of ceramic that had stuck into the ball of his foot.
She knelt down in front of him, and then grabbed the foot in both hands like a bear trap and yanked it towards her mouth.
Chris grabbed the sink to stop from falling, "Hey! I'm not food!"
Suction and a wet tongue tickled at his foot, not teeth. Raquel looked up at him innocently as she licked at him, eyes slightly fearful of his rejection. She suddenly smiled, twisting her head and spitting the offending object aside. His sister's nose crinkled, before she snapped her head back and kissed his foot gently twice.
Raquel let go of him, the relief from the pressure making Chris question if she'd bruised him. Then she reached up, and with a tearing of fabric, took his sleep pants and underwear off.
His sister stared at the ruins guiltily, before shrugging.
She snapped into an upright position, and pointed at the shower. Chris felt strange, now that he was completely exposed in front of her. A raging hardon floating between him and his naked little sister. He felt like a real bastard. Yesterday, she'd been dead. Today, she had her brother perving on her.
"Miiirrr." She put her hand onto his chest, looking intently at his face for signs of comprehension, "Kk... Krrr... Chriiiiiish."
"Holy shit!" He said in amazement, "You did it! Yes, that's my name. Still not really sure what you've been trying to say. But amazing, Raquel."
She rolled her eyes in frustration, and made him squeak in fear as her steel grip suddenly closed around something rather sensitive and delicate. Raquel dragged him unresistingly into the shower.
She shoved him to the front, and up against the wall into the burning hot water, before grabbing his chest from behind and squeezing him into a bear hug. She let out a contented sigh into him, as Chris tried to recover from the panic of a zombie-gripped dick.
He was one hundred percent certain she could tear him limb from limb. Tearing off something else could probably happen entirely by accident.
"Chriiiiiiiiishh." Raquel moaned, chest rumbling, and kissed his back. "Chrrrriiish. Chriiirrrrrsh."
Taking a shower with his zombie sister now topped Chris' charts of weird shit that had happened to him.
He shivered and reached for the soap. Turning around slowly in her arms, as she continued to hug onto him. Chris tried to just adapt to the situation, and started cleaning her back. He could feel her skin softening under the soap, like it had been a little bit sunbaked.
Raquel didn't seem to notice or react at all. Still crushing her tits into him, still moaning his name and kissing, but now into his chest instead of his back. Which was not something that was effect-free on him.
He could feel himself poking up and into her, just barely above her bush, into the soft pouch of skin between her privates and belly button. Feel the head maybe leaking onto her, just a little.
Yet, she was moaning his name. Moaning it out with more affection than any girl that he had actually fucked, before. He had no hope to keep the fantasies at bay in the face of all of that. Images of her lowering herself slowly. Seeing her grin up at him, drooling, but this time with a mouthful of something else.
He was a terrible person.
"Um... Can you do your butt?" He asked her.
Raquel shook her head, still moaning and kissing. He sighed and tried not to focus on it as he soaped up her rump. It was firmer than he was expecting, deeply muscular. Where he'd expected to feel the tears of bruising was intact as well.
Fantasising about getting blown by someone who kept forgetting he wasn't food was such a bad idea. But even knowing that wasn't helping. The firmness of her ass made him think about how good she'd be on hands and knees. There'd be no mid-doggy collapse.
Fuck.
Why couldn't he get her out of his head?
Raquel suddenly jerked free of him, one hand shoving him backwards into the wall and taps. She dropped to her knees with a meaty thud, staring intently at his legs. Chris' erection immediately vanished as the memories resurfaced.
His sister clumsily traced the criss-crossing scars from his ankles, upwards. Her eyes growing more and more panicked as she got higher. Still finding more of them across his stomach and even his chest.
Raquel lurched upright and seized his arm, jerking it up to see the same patterning up his forearms. She turned her frightened eyes to his, welling up in tears, and cocked her head. Asking him.
He shook his head, "I... I don't want to talk about it."
She pinned his wrist above his head, and let out an angry bellow, making his ears ring. Demanding an explanation.
Chris winced, "If you remember, you do. If you don't... That's better. You don't want to know, Raquel. It'll hurt to remember."
Her face screwed up, and tears flooded down her cheeks. She shoved his chest roughly with both hands, yelling at him to tell her. Chris just shook his head tiredly. She yelled and pushed, again and again. But he couldn't.
Even if she somehow convinced him... His throat had closed up. Remembering crawling through the broken glass, dragging his useless body through all of it. Getting to the twisted wreck that had blown out the other side of the truck trailer, before flipping.
Pulled himself through the driver's side window before collapsing.
He could see her, still buckled into her seat. Blood running down her terrified face as she reached out for him. Begging him to save her, as her chest slowly stopped moving. Reaching for him as the light disappeared out of her eyes.
His last memory of the darkness being her arm falling away from him. That he'd been unable to reach her. Too exhausted to even reach up to touch her hand before she died.
Because of him.
"Chrrriiish!" Raquel screamed in pain, as his own tears threatened to spill.
He turned back and reached for the shampoo, "Let's get you clean. Long day, ahead."
He suddenly found himself flying. Crashing into the bathroom door. Raquel still standing beneath the water, hands squeezing open and shut mechanically, rage written across her every feature.
She snarled and jerked the curtain across, cutting herself off from him.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, taking a towel and leaving.
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"Morning." Ginger said, a few minutes later when a fully-clothed Chris got to the kitchen. The witch had cleaned away the broken containers, and his microwave had been replaced with another, with a simpler door handle on it.
He smiled, trying to pretend he was okay, "Morning. She got hungry. I think it's helping. The eating. She seems a little... Less like a puppet on strings. And like her skin is looking better, too."
"Huh. We'd hoped." Ginger nodded, "Um, last night was pig brains, but they're pretty hard to get. I've tried a mix with lamb, because you can get that from the butcher. If we can transition her to that, we might be able to reach some semblance of normality one day. But guessing the mask didn't work."
"She can tear it off... But she also asks for it back." Chris said cautiously.
The witch frowned, "Tell me what happened."
"We had a couple tantrums, this morning. Nothing you need to worry about." His jaw hardened.
Ginger sighed heavily, "I'm noaw your enemy, Chris. As much as you might t'ink o' me as a monster, I've fought actual monsters. Demons, nightmares, and uppity vampires. So chill. I'm givin' Raquel a chance. I want her to succeed. But I can't help, if you donnae let me."
"She wants to know about the accident." He said quietly, heading over to make himself some toast. "I... I can't. I just can't."
"Oh, sweet." Ginger said sympathetically, "Havin' to relive that... I wouldnae be coping as well as you. I'd fix it, if I knew how. There's... There's one or two spells that help. But ain't nothin' completely take the pain away."
"I don't want the pain taken away."
The witch's hand squeezed his shoulder, "The guilt gives you somet'ing solid. It makes you know who you are. That this ain't just a nightmare. Grounds ya."
He nodded silently.
"I ain't making any choices for you, Chris. But you deserve more'n then to burn in hellfire. I ain't thinking that you're destined for the warm place. Especially not when you just stepped up to protect her, when most people'd be checkin' in to a mental hospital."
"My ass hurts. She's real enough." He joked lightly, trying to bury the feelings.
Ginger sighed, and then her tone of voice switched, "Hot damn! Chris' right. You're looking better. And that dress be treating you right."
Chris ducked as he heard a crash, and looked up to see Raquel growling and snarling at the witch who had threatened to kill her, yesterday. Ginger was standing just slightly to the side of a chair that had the legs embedded into the wall beside her head.
He smiled weakly, "New microwave, more meals. Want some breakfast? Call it a peace offering. From Ginger to you."
Raquel threw her mask at him, catching him in the gut and winding him. Then she grabbed one of the containers, and limped into the lounge room with a very loud and very angry groan.
He smiled weakly, "Think she wants some time alone."
"Rough translation, fuck y'all." Ginger agreed.
"She managed my name, this morning. Mostly." He said lightly, and popped his toast.
Ginger nodded and started putting the containers into the freezer, "That's some impressive development. Uhm, Lils been researching. Ya sister ain't agwi. She's not cursed by voodoo, either. Nought a nzambi, neither. Nada to do with a witch goin' bad. Ishtar apparently did some raisin' when she got pissed, but after Lils beat her ass, the goddess admitted she got no idea what happening here. Which really only leavin' the one option."
"Mmm?"
"The world is big, wide and full of amazin' things." Ginger said, "And sometimes, very rarely, shit just happens. We call 'em miracles."
Chris laughed, "So you've got no idea."
"Didnae say that." Ginger said with a very serious tone, "Miracles are real, ya idiot. Not evert'ing gots to happen for a reason. Magic bein' one of dem things. Science of everything is only ever half a picture. Your sister? She's come from the other half. Ya s'posed to think that's amazing."
He nodded slowly, "Mhmm. Did... Did you just say that your friend, the other witch... Beat up a god?"
"Eh." Ginger shrugged as if it was a boring topic of conversation.
Chris leaned onto the bench, and started eating his toast, "Raquel is a miracle. I can live with that. She always was."
The redhead frowned, "I don't really want to step on toes, here... But now ya calmed down, I can get a bit of a looksy at ya memories. And... Ya thick as two planks. She been trying hard to tell you something."
"Something about hating being separated." He shrugged, "We'll get there, eventually. Or you could take pity on me, and not be a girl, and just say it. Without relying on implications and reading between the lines."
Ginger laughed, "Oh gawd. Yeah. Ya girl ain't being fucking subtle, like ya think. Pretty sure she be pissed if I were to tell you. Just... Maybe think about that whole shower thing."
"It was weird?"
The witch spawned a hat on her head just so she could pull it down over her face. "For fuck's sake! Raquel!"
A plastic container shattered beside the witch's head, as she emerged from underneath the hat. The redhead sighed and spread her hands, "Can I please put you outta ya misery and tell him?"
Raquel's eyes became a panic, and she limped across the room at a furious speed to clamp her hand over the witch's mouth, shaking her head back and forth.
Chris smiled in amusement, and then blinked, "Oh, hey. The bruising around your neck is nearly gone. Just a bit of green. So... Are you feeling more human, too?"
His sister shot him a glare, and then nodded slowly, "Chriiisssh."
"Noaw bad." Ginger said from behind the hand. "I donnae think we even need to do much speech therapy. Maybe a lil bit once you done with the healin'."
"Mmm... Mmm..." His sister screwed up her face, looking at him desperately, "Mmiiiirrrrrnn."
Chris shook his head, "Sorry. Nup."
She rolled her eyes and let go of the witch. Then she turned and angrily opened the freezer, grabbing another meal. She slammed it into the microwave, growling wordlessly to herself as she watched the timer.
"Is this edible?" Ginger asked, "Do you mind the change, compared to yest?"
Raquel shrugged angrily.
The witch smiled, and gently touched the zombie's shoulder, "You'll get there. So, you two were plannin' an outtin'? Can't say I all pleased. But what you think?"
His sister shrugged off the witch and groaned loudly.
Chris glanced at the witch for a translation. Ginger chuckled, "Fuck off."
"Ah."
Raquel yanked the door open, picked up the container, groaned, and went back to the loungeroom.
Chris sighed, "She's really, really, pissed off with me, isn't she?"
"I wouldnae be expecting her to talk to you, today, no." Ginger gave a small laugh. "Go out and buy the couch by yourself. You need it, and it isn't worth trying to talk to her right now. I'll drop by a couple more dresses. Maybe try and ask if she wants to watch a movie together, later."
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"Home!" Chris called out, kicking off his shoes, and leaning up to lock the door in the open position, "Got a new -"
Steel hands grabbed him by the shoulders, yanked his head down, and then a scream of utter outrage made the entire neighbourhood shake. Spittle flecked with things he didn't want to think about flew into his face. The ground beneath his feet shook. Neighbourhood dogs let out terrified yelps before going silent. All as Raquel continued to roar into his face.
He coughed politely, and nodded to the terrified removalists, "Wanna show them where the broken couch is?"
Raquel's cheeks turned a very feint shade of pink, she dropped him, and then booked it down the hallway to the bathroom and slammed the door behind herself.
He wiped at his face, "Sorry about that. She's still learning how to talk again, after an accident. I probably forgot to do something obvious."
"Right." One of the men said, unconvinced.
Chris showed them where the old couch was, and then left them to swap it with the new one. Then he checked the freezer, and found it empty. He sent a message to Ginger, grabbed the bag of carrots, and went down to knock on the bathroom door.
He tapped on it lightly, and heard a sniffle. "Can I come in?"
She let out an embarrassed noise in the negative.
He sighed, "I've got something you can bite."
The door opened just a crack.Chris sighed and pushed the bag in, wedging it. A moment later it vanished and the door slammed shut. He heard her teeth bite down loudly, and a long and satisfied moan afterwards. She'd probably been feeling starving.
He wondered if eating and TV was all she'd done. He hadn't been gone that long, just a couple hours. However, that probably felt too long to her. Even annoyed with him, he supposed that she missed having him close at hand.
"Ginger should drop lunch by, soon. Do you want to eat together?"
She thumped on the door.
Chris frowned, "Um... Two bangs for yes, one for no. Do you want to eat together?"
She thumped on the door again, just the once.
He nodded, a little disappointed. "Okay. What about shopping afterwards? Same deal."
A single thump.
Chris winced, "Um... Movies? A night in together?"
Single thump.
"Your annoying brother to go the fuck away?"
Two bangs.
Chris winced, trying not to take it personally, and headed back to the kitchen. Feeling a little down that he'd managed to fuck up his relationship with his sister within a single day of her coming back from the dead, he made himself a stirfry.
No carrots. But plenty of leek, cabbage, zucchini and a little bit of beef. He mixed it together in a wok, tossing it and enjoying the act of cooking for himself, when Ginger arrived.
One of the removalists saw the witch and visibly flinched, dropping the tools he'd been carrying. The redhead blew him a kiss, and then held up a bag, "Ya sister can gorram eat. I brought over twice as much... Where is she?"
"Hiding." Chris shrugged, "She screamed at me, before noticing we had company. And now... I dunno. Think she still hates me from this morning."
The witch cocked her head, "It starting to get easier to read her. I'm not as good at mindreading as Lils, sweet. But I think Raquel is... She's trying to work out how to say sorry for somet'ing."
He nodded and served a bowl, "Want some?"
"Huh? Oh, nah. I'm still workin'." Ginger shook her head, "Smells nice. I'll be 'round after ten. Just to check everyone alive. Call me if it's an emergency."
"Thanks."
The witch waved, and blew another kiss at the terrified removalist, before she was gone. Chris shook his head, not really wanting to know what that was all about. Probably something supernatural... His world really had changed. Just a day ago, he would have assumed that they used to date.
He leaned on the bench, glumly eating his pickmeup food and not feeling even the slightest bit lighter.
"Thanks." The workers eventually left, and Chris sat on the new couch, which was sturdier than the last. An oak frame, and some more comfortable cushions. The TV was still on from what his sister had been watching, which seemed to be the twenty four hour news spiel.
He changed it over to something more appropriate, and then set up a blanket and jug of water for her. Chris was tempted to try and heat up lunch for her, and tempt her out of the bathroom, but she'd made it clear she didn't really want to interact with him.
He pulled out his phone and started doom scrolling.
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"Hey." Ginger fell beside him on the couch, yawning and stretching as she did, "You two get up to anything interesting?"
"Haven't seen her." Chris said absent-mindedly, and then looked up from his phone, "Is it really that late? Oh, shit."
The witch's eyebrows were up, "Actually, I'm late. Midnight. Ya best fuckin' check on her."
He half-ran down the hall and opened the bathroom door.
Chris' stomach dropped as he saw the open window. "Ginger! Please, please tell me you know how to find a runaway zombie!"
"Aw, fuckit." The witch said, coming up behind him, "I'm gonna have ta get Lils on this. Which probably means interruptin' her and Ryker. Expect the White Witch ta be a bitch."
Ginger turned and pulled out her phone, as Chris went over and looked out the window. The pavement below was cracked from where two feet had landed, but he couldn't see any other traces of her. No caught hair or clothing suggesting a destination.
"Divination?" The witch behind him said in frustration, "I haven't slept in four days, Lils! What mana left for damn divination do you think I have? Stop fuckin' ya boyfriend and do ya fooking job!"
Chris leaned further out the window, trying to think where she would have gone. She didn't have that many memories. If she didn't want to be around him anymore then... "The graveyard?"
"Yes. The graveyard."
He jumped, hitting his head, and turned to see the woman with weird hair. She crossed her arms and glared at Ginger, "I know it's rough, pulling double-shifts, Ging, but you're not the one who has dealt with four dark gods in two days! Ryker and I aren't screwing around, we were fucking comatose. So don't be a bitch."
Chris pulled his car keys from his pocket, "Go home, Ginger. Probably best if I try and do this on my own."
"You can't hear her thoughts. You don't understand her." The witch shook her head.
"Then I need to learn." He said firmly, "She hates you. Right now, she's hurting and trying to go back to being dead. So just... Leave it. I need to do it on my own."
"I agree with him." Lily said tiredly, "So, overruling. Go home. Get some sleep. Take the rest of the night off, Ginger. That's an order. If he has any major problems, I'll deal with it. I'll keep a... Sort of alarm, on you. A way to remotely see if something is happening."
He nodded, "Thanks."
Chris headed out and got into his car.
A car he hadn't driven when he went into town to look for a couch. He'd taken the bus, like every other time, because he had only driven twice since the accident. His hands shook as he turned the key and started it.
He had thought he was over this.
Chris took several deep breaths. Right now, his sister needed him. She was so upset that she wished that she hadn't come back from the dead. No one even knew why she had, only that she had crawled and dug her way out from two metres under heavy packed soil, because she heard him hurting.
His anxiety evaporated as he begun to put it together. Chris backed the car out, and joined the rest of the traffic. He slid the car into the right lane and headed off towards a place he knew too well.
He'd been treating this whole thing like he needed to watch out for and care for his sister. The witches had been doing the same. Making him her official carer. The three of them couldn't have hurt Raquel much worse, by doing so.
She hadn't come back to be a burden to him. She hadn't come back to have him dump his job and life just to stay by her side. She had forced and fought her way back into the living world so that she could be the one to rescue him.
She decided to dig her way out to try and make him smile.
Raquel must have hated every minute of it, since. She must have felt so lost. Not understanding anything except that she was hurting him. When he had refused to talk to her, because it had hurt too much... That was when she'd made her decision.
The apology she'd wanted to make, but didn't know how, was that she was leaving.
Chris knew that he still didn't have the full story. That both the witches knew exactly what Raquel had been trying to tell him whenever she pushed on his chest, but all three had decided that his sister had to be the one to tell him.
The key to saving the girl who had just gone to climb back into her grave and pretend that she had never woken up, was to understand precisely what she'd been screaming at him.
Something about not being separate.
Something about making him smile.
Something about the shower.
Chris still felt lost.
Even if the Aeon of Zarzi Party came back out of the woodwork with all their pamphlets on zombies, and all the planning in the world for surviving an apocalypse, Chris was fairly certain he had not the faintest clue what Raquel had been trying to tell him.
He'd never been that great at understanding women, in general. Too many implications, and reading between the lines. Sometimes he'd think that the clue was obvious, and go to follow through with it, and immediately and permanently destroy a friendship forever for being a creep. Other times, the girl would get frustrated at him for not daring to pay attention to the subtle signs.
All of that just got freaking worse when the person in question not only didn't talk, but only talked in grunts, growls and glares.
The graveyard wasn't that far from Chris' house. It had taken a while to get a plot there, and had cost a ridiculous amount for the small space. The headstone had also burned a hole in his bank account.
He smiled at that.
All of that had turned out to be a complete waste, it seemed. He drove into the attached carpark, and underneath a gum nut tree that was guaranteed to drop crap all over the car. Because of course mourners wanted to turn mourning into a chore.
Getting out, he saw that the cafe was open. A place to get a coffee, afterwards, to sit and think. That was one thing that Chris thought sort of made sense. Though, knowing what he did now, it wouldn't shock him if the old woman running the place turned out to be a witch making sure that nothing went wrong.
He walked up to the entrance to the graveyard proper, and found it closed and padlocked. A sign on it suggesting that they were dealing with a flooding problem.
He looked around, found no one, but knew he wouldn't be able to jump the fence. Especially not with the lovely points on top of the incredibly high fences. So he headed into the cafe, hoping that they might have a key.
He smiled anxiously as he saw the old woman brewing a cup of tea, "Um... You wouldn't happen to..."
"The graveyard is closed, darling."
He nodded, "I know. I'm pretty sure that's because Raquel is there, not because of flooding."
The woman paused, and then turned to look at him in surprise, "Oh my. Sorry, darling. I just assumed that you were a regular person. Seems you've had a discovery, since last time I saw you."
"Raquel. The zombie." He waved a hand at the graveyard, "She's my sister. So if she's found her way back here... I really need to talk to her."
The old woman sipped at her tea, "Hmm. I don't know if she has. I do know that the old place has had a trap been triggered. It might have been your sister. The White Witch put it in place, after your sister... Woke up."
"Lily didn't say." Chris said in irritation at the oversight.
The witch shook her head, "Oh, that one has been doing a lot for all of us, lately. Easy for small things to escape your notice, darling. And as important as family is to each of us... I'm afraid the White Witch doesn't get to see most of us as important. Her concerns are... Terrifying."
"Heard that a few times. Don't wanna know." He shook his head. "So... The trap?"
The woman put down her tea, picked up her walking cane and stood up very slowly. She shuffled with a hunched back over to pick up some keys, and then painfully slowly turned around and started to head towards the door.
Chris followed her out to the gate, which she unlocked. The woman frowned a few times, and then tapped her walking stick on the ground. There was an instant rumble of thunder.
The old woman frowned and took a shuffle backwards, "I don't know if it's your sister in there. But something dead has walked in, and walked through things that the White Witch made, herself. I'd say I've lived a long enough life, but I really haven't, so I'm going back inside. If you go past the gate, you're risking your life, darling."
He felt a chill run down his spine at that, and then ignored the sensible advice and stepped into the graveyard.
The feeling of something being... Off... Was immediate. It only took him a moment to notice that he couldn't hear any birds singing anymore. No wind in the trees. There was a stillness that was beyond what should really happen.
Chris walked along the path, the temperature dropping as he approached the back of the graveyard. Frost and ice formed on the cracked and aged concrete. The closer he got to her little plot, the colder it got.
When he saw actual fucking snow, something he'd never seen fall in his town, he knew that the witch had been the more intelligent of the two of them. Little white piles of the stuff, resting atop the mounds and stones.
He couldn't think of a reason it was snowing or weird, not from a zombie. His sister was dead, not magic. Well... Not a witch? Not someone who could cast magic at any rate.
"Chrrrrrisssh!" He heard a desperate wail, approaching her grave.
He smiled sadly, and stepped up to the edge. The plot looked disturbed, like someone had started to excavate it and got bored halfway through. Looking down into the deep hole, he saw her.
Raquel was lying on her back, twisted in a position that would have him gritting his teeth in pain. She was kicking her feet pathetically, as a snowman sat on top of her and tried to hit her with wooden tree branch hands, as she blocked it with one extremely battered forearm.
"Magic. Fucking. Snowman." He said in disbelief, "That's what the witch thought should defend this place? That's so nice and reasonable. What the fuck."
The snowman paused, and the head spun around fluidly, glaring up at him with eyes of coal. He felt the distinct need to empty his bowels.
He jumped backwards, looking around quickly and then grabbing a dead branch from underneath one of the trees. He didn't get a chance to threaten it and tell the thing not to attack his sister, because the snowman was already attacking him.
His makeshift weapon disappeared into sawdust before he could do anything, and then he was on his back wondering how the fuck a smile made of gravel could look so terrifying.
"Geeeettt! Ooooofff! Miiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrn! Chrriiiisssh!" He heard a bellow of rage that shook snow out of the tree, before the snowman lifted into the air.
Raquel stood beneath it with an incensed look of rage, raising it up until she was balancing it directly overhead, and then with a white puff, she slammed her hands together and pulverised the entire thing at once.
He burst out into shocked laughter, staring at her.
His sister let out a growl with a curl of one lip, and then crossed her arms. The pink dress didn't really take away from how intimidating she appeared.
Chris shook his head, smiling as he stood up, "Yep. Wow. Just like you thought. You're the cool and tough one, between us. Just like you wanted me to get."
She blinked slowly, and then broke into a huge grin. She slammed into him, knocking him back off his feet, and down onto the icy pavement with a painful crack of his skull. She pushed hard on his chest, and moaned, "Chrriissh."
"First, ow. Ow! Second... Are you really so stupid you were just going to climb back into your grave? Seriously?" He looked up at her, "I'm hurting, because I already lost you once. I'm terrified of it happening again. That would be the worst thing that could possibly happen, Raquel."
She winced, looking down and away from him.
"I know. I fucked up. Bad." Chris stated, "You came here to save me. To stop the idiot who cried beside your grave. To make him smile, again. And you did. Having you back... Having you back... Yes. I'm going to cry. But you're my world, Raquel. That's not a problem, that's... How it should be. You're my sunshine."
She looked at him hesitantly, "Miiiirn."
"Mine." He said slowly, remembering how she'd screamed at the snowman. "That's what you've been trying to say... That I'm your idiot brother."
Raquel's face fell and she thumped him roughly in the chest, making him cough. Her lip curled up with an angry sneer, and she shook her head.
"Mine, is right? But... Not your brother...?"
She nodded.
Chris went white, "The... Shower. Oh god. Raquel, if I say this, and get it wrong, one or the other of us is probably ending up in that grave. Out of sheer embarrassment."
She grinned happily and clapped excitedly, nodding.
"When... When you..." He swallowed, not believing the words that were about to come out of his mouth, "... Grabbed me by..."
"Diiiick." She moaned and nodded quickly, snapping and popping her neck.
Chris gave a confused and nervous laugh, "Holy shit. Uhm... Raquel? Are... Are you... Into me?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded.
He stared up at her, "Wha...? Seriously? But... I'm... You're... We're..."
The blonde gave a shrug, and then gently pressed down on his chest. She nodded towards him, and gave a lopsided grin. The small hint of drool threatening to emerge from one side of her mouth.
Chris remembered the shower, the hug. Picturing putting his dick in her mouth, like the terrible person that he was. He was still fairly certain she'd bite it if he did... But he was less certain that she didn't want him to try, anyway.
"Let's go home, together." He gave up.
She stood up, and then with a creak of her back, reached down and picked him effortlessly off the ground. She planted him on his feet, grinned again at him, and then started stumbling towards the entrance to the graveyard.
As she walked, her feet slid through the snow a little more evenly. Her bare feet, on the hard rock. Chris shook off his shock at being so easily manhandled, and ran after her. Grabbing her hand as an excuse so that he could look at the damage that the snowman had done.
Her arm was scratched and torn a lot deeper than he'd been hoping. If she was still alive, they would have left scars. Except, she wasn't. He swallowed, "I know I'm not meant to ask about... Zombie things... But do you think this can heal? If you eat?"
"Mmm." She gave a jerking nod, as if it were nothing.
He smiled slowly, noting how her mood had dipped at the reference. "You managed more words."
"Miiirn." She snarled, and then crushed his hand in a steel vice. His eyes watered, and he let out the world's smallest whine of agony as he tried and failed to bury it.
Raquel didn't seem to notice.
He opened the car door for her. As she climbed in, he rubbed at his fingers, and looked over towards the cafe. He saw the old woman sipping tea from the window, and waved to her. The witch seemed to give him a judgemental look of disapproval.
Chris rolled his eyes, and went around and climbed into the driver's seat. He belted in, and put his hands on the steering wheel. As he did the memories flooded in again, and his hands shook for a moment as he tried to bury the anxiety.
Raquel reached over and put her green and yellow hand on his.
He smiled sadly and kissed the back of it, "Almost all the bruising is gone. You really do heal a lot, when you eat, don't you?"
She made a disapproving growl.
Chris looked at her innocently, "It's a good thing, isn't it? Because then you and I will be able to talk. We'll be able to sit next to the TV without me worrying that you're about to take a chunk out of my shoulder."
She gave a timid smile, and then slapped him in the crotch. Chris' eyes watered and his head jerked forward to hit the horn in the wheel. He gave a tiny groan of his own, as he felt his right nut start to swell.
"Mmmirrrn?" Raquel asked timidly.
He tried to respond, he really did, but right now all he could do was breathe through his nose as one of his eyes watered from the agony of taking a zombie shot to the groin.
Chris sucked several litres of air in, and slowly sat back up. He looked over at his sister, who had stuck her thumb in her mouth and was staring at him expectantly as she ground her jaw back and forth.
He winced and whispered, "Do you need a carrot?"
"Mmm." She nodded, not releasing her hand and looking on the verge of tears.
He shrugged, repositioned himself delicately, and started the car. He reversed out of the carpark, and turned onto the main roads. "We could go to a supermarket. Get some carrots or something else. But if we do... You need to promise not to bite anyone or... Stick your head in the meat freezer, or anything like that. I know you're not in complete control."Raquel kicked at the footwell of the car, with a heavy thunk of metal as the aluminium body lost out to her bare foot with a dent.
"Sheesh. Yes, you're still your big brother's protector. He doesn't feel dragged down by you." He shook his head, "Just asking if you think that you're up for it yet."
She shrugged.
"Fair enough." He nodded, "So... Let's try it, then. Something for you to bite that isn't you. Something for me to eat, because I'm a pig."
She gave a hacking laugh and shook her head, and slapped at her own chest loudly.
"You? Mmm, maybe." Chris replied teasingly.
Raquel shot him a surprised and insulted look, before bursting out laughing again.
It felt nice to fall back into their habits of old. Be brother and sister, not... Whatever the hell that they had been.
"So... Dunno if you remember, but you used to have a boyfriend. Before all of this." Chris tried to have a conversation, "Sorry to tell you, but he's... Moved on. Has a family."
Raquel sneered in irritation, and glared at him, "Chrrrriiish."
"Mmm?"
"Miirn. Chriish." She said with a hint more annoyance.
He nodded slowly, "You give not two shits about your ex-boyfriend? Because... You uh... Like me?"
"Mm." She nodded fiercely, and then finally released the thumb from her bite, "Chrriish. Liiike Chriish."
As she finished the sound she burst out laughing again. He could feel her watching him in amusement. She found him being uncomfortable with the suggestion to be utterly hilarious. Which... He supposed it was. He was more concerned that she was his sister than... Undead.
"Do you remember mum and dad at all?" He asked cautiously, "Not that we'd see them. I'm pretty sure that'd be the last shock for dad's heart. And mum might go completely bibbildy. Not every day your daughter comes back."
"Uh uh." She shook her head, "Chrish."
He sighed, "Only remember me, huh? Me calling you a bitch, whore and slut for dying on me. Sorry. I was a real jerk about that. In my defence, I didn't exactly think you were listening... Not much of a defence."
"Ssshhh." She half-growled in what he thought was supposed to be a comforting tone, but made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He shrugged, "Grief is grief. So... If you don't remember our parents, I guess you don't remember growing up together. Not of the dumb stuff we did. I... Probably don't feel much like your brother."
She shook her head quickly with a snap and pop, "Uh! Ugh! Mrrii... Mirrr... Ehmmm!"
She was trying desperately to form a new sound, he could hear her try to push down on the sound, compress it into something else. Her vocal chords were straining, grinding, as they refused to do as they were told. Four years of nothing to expecting anything...
"If you try too hard, do you think you can snap them? Your voice?" Chris asked urgently.
Raquel brutally kicked the footwell again, snarled and blew at her fringe.
He sighed heavily, "Sorry. It must suck to not be able to talk when you want. Say what you want... Especially when the witches keep talking for you without even asking."
"Ugh!" Raquel yelled in agreement.
He gave a small laugh, "Ginger's... A bit cute. Can't decide if she wants to be your big sister, or if she wants to kill you. She is definitely a cookie, isn't she?"
His sister shot him a flat-eyed glare.
Chris turned off the road and into the carpark, "I take it that you still absolutely hate her, then?"
"Ahaaaa."
He remembered something as he started to pull in, "Ehm... I dunno if they will let you in without shoes. Crap. Do I leave you in the car, go in and buy some and come back? Or do I call a witch and sit with you?"
Raquel headbutted the dashboard, cracking it. She groaned, grunted, and grumbled to herself for a few minutes as Chris tried to be grateful that his car was a rundown wreck. He had been saving towards a new one. That hope was nice and dead, now.
His sister muttered to herself and slowly lifted her head to look at him. He grabbed the end of his sleeve and wiped the bleeding scrape on her forehead. Not a huge bleed, just a small leak. Chris was surprised she could bleed, but he supposed he shouldn't be. If she could bruise, then she could bleed.
She popped her thumb into her mouth and ground her jaw side to side as she looked very seriously at his face. The thumb and chewing was a new addition, but he did remember that look. Speaking whilst she was still making up her mind wasn't a safe thing to do.
The corner's of Raquel's mouth slowly curled upwards, and she turned her head sideways. At that awkward angle she gave her sharp and cracking nod, making her decision.
Chris frowned, "So. Shoes? Or witches?"
"Euggghhh." She groaned weakly.
He winced, "I could have made that easy. Nod your head if you want me to get you shoes. Shake your head if I should text a witch to help us out."
She shook her head, grinning.
Chris pulled out his phone and fired off a text message to Ginger, telling her where they were, and asking her to bring by a pair of shoes for his sister when she had the chance.
He slipped the phone away, and smiled at Raquel, "So... Stuck in a car. Want to listen to some music? I dunno if you're still into it, but you used to like poppy rap stuff."
She shook her head, unbelted, twisted sideways in her seat and leaned across him. He flinched and pulled his knees together, afraid of a repeat, as she slapped at his belt buckle until it came undone.
Raquel leaned back just a little, and then nuzzled the side of his head. It didn't feel altogether like a kiss, but he assumed it was her attempt at one. Her tiny nose rubbed into his cheek, and her lips dragged across his skin. Soft and warm.
Chris coughed, "Uh... Okay. I just found out you have a crush. Do I get to... Process that?"
"Uh uh." She shook her head quickly, and then her firm hands grabbed his head in her steel grip. She turned him delicately, but there was no way to resist her either. Raquel touched their noses together briefly, grinned, and then pushed her mouth into his.
Her lips were cracked, but soft beneath the surface. She was warm and inviting. She pressed into him firmly, but without showing any of the clumsiness that she had previously demonstrated. She left him no freedom to pull away, as his little sister affectionately spoke without speaking, telling him everything she'd been trying to since she came back.
Raquel wasn't going to give him a chance to figure out his stance on brothers and sisters. Because he might say no. Instead she was jumping straight over that and into making him choose her, or reject her.
Right after he'd come to stop her running away into her grave.
She wasn't playing fair.
She gave a timid smile against him, nearly breaking the kiss, and then doubled down into it. He still hadn't kissed back against her. She was his little sister. She'd also had all of her personal history wiped out. Accepting this felt... Like he'd be using her.
However, he was also plagued with memories of their shower. His hands running over her body, and his hard dick poking into her stomach. As the bruises faded more and more... Raquel was downright gorgeous. And trying to makeout with him.
He suddenly understood why she'd slapped him in the balls, earlier. He'd talked about sitting together on the couch, with the confidence to know she wasn't going to bite his shoulder. She'd been suggesting that he had the confidence to put his dick in her mouth.
Chris pushed hard on her shoulders, and Raquel let go of him, her eyes filling with concern as he pushed her away. "Did... Did you... Sorry. Trying, here. Um. Did you suggest you wanted to... Blow me? Before?"
Her concern disappeared and she grinned, letting out her hacking laugh and nodding her head. Then to his shock, Raquel raised an eyebrow and looked down at him and back up.
"Hold on, not... Even coping with you trying to kiss me. Trying to get my head -"
Chris stopped talking as Raquel tore his pants open. She'd only been trying to tug at them, he thought. But he was now wearing crotchless pants whilst sitting in a car in a public carpark with people walking by it.
She gave a sheepish smile, and tossed the material into her footwell. She gave another embarrassed smile to him, shrugged and then leaned down. He got no say in the matter, as his sister started kissing at the head of his cock.
"Raquel!"
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