The following morning, I wake up and find myself still in the arms of Liz, the nipple of her right breast in my mouth and my right hand on her left breast. I move gently to get out of bed without waking her up but, given that we are basically glued to each other, that endeavor didn't have any chance of success.
She stirs a little then opens her eyes before smiling at me: "Hey Max, did you enjoy your sleep?"
I blush a little since she still has her breast out with my saliva all over her areola. She follows my gaze and her smile deepens before she tidies herself by putting her breast back in the nightgown.
I run from the embarrassment by answering her:
"Yeah, I'm going to wash up."
"Alright, I will catch up to you soon and make you something to eat. Don't force your leg."
"Okay, sis."
Limping out of the room, I go to the bathroom we used yesterday and stop before the mirror looking at myself with a new perspective. I am quite satisfied with my previous healthy lifestyle leaving my natural beauty unmarred.
I do find myself beautiful, lacking just the curves and the height to surpass my mother. But I don't wish for the curves anymore. I am now in this complicated state of mind where I would loathe to be flat, whether in front or at the back, but I will be uncomfortable if I end up with big breasts and butt like my deceased mother.
Thinking about my mother and my father, I still feel pain in my whole being but I am dealing with it better now, what's more my sister isn't letting me feel alone.
Speaking of her, I remember her mischief of last night. It cleared my head a little, not totally, but enough to start reconstructing myself. I thought things through and found that, even if I remember my last life, it is just an echo. This life isn't fake and while I am impacted, I just need to learn how to deal with the changes it brought.
More importantly, I won't be an aimless teenager anymore and that is an advantage. While marrying a man is now out of the question and dating a girl is not appealing either, I just need to set goals and move forward without fearing the uncertainties. I will deal with them along the way.
But, suppressing a sound while touching my nipple on one of my budding breasts, I find it frustrating to have to deal with those sensations that now seem amplified and don't feel normal anymore.
I look at my bandaged wounds while thinking that they better heal fast so I can do things like taking a bath alone, if not Lizbeth will tease me to death, judging by the scene from last night.
I wash my face and go down to the kitchen to make breakfast just using eggs, vegetables, fruits and milk for Liz and I. I try not to let my sight linger on the traces of my parents and I dread when I will have to tidy their room. What is certain at least is that I won't let Liz do it alone. We will support each other together through it.
I'm hearing her start to make noise upstairs, meaning she is up now. By the time I am done, I see her descending the stairs and coming toward me.
I have always found her beautiful and even if I don't find myself lacking, I have always appreciated her figure, her temperament that is gentle to the point of being noble but not hiding her inner strength and boldness.
And now, seeing her in the shoulderless puff sleeves black and white dress with red open toe high heels and straight hair falling to the lower back with some strands framing her face, the new me has a new appreciation of her beauty.
Even with our habit in this house to go out with little to no makeup, she still is glowing. Seeing her height having almost caught up to our 6 ft tall deceased father, and her curves, while not exaggerated, are reminiscent of our deceased mother, our parents must have been attracted to the genetic similarities when adopting her in the period when they were having troubles conceiving a child.
I must be obvious with my stare since she twirls around and asks me with a smile:
"How do I look, Max?"
"Good, like you always do sis."
That was the best answer I could come up with because I am embarrassed getting caught gazing at her like that, not for any other reason than the way I fell asleep last night, and woke up this morning.
Thankfully she didn't persist with the subject. Seeing the spread I made, she comments:
"It seems I won't have to cook this morning. But you should not force yourself little sis. You need to rest to heal from your wounds faster."
"First of all sis, activities will make the body recognize the need to heal faster. I just can't go too far. And do you really think that just because I'm wounded I need to be babied?"
I regret saying the last part because I see the teasing smile she doesn't even try to hide as she replies:
"Ohhh... Who was the one that needed a little something to sleep last night. I even found my breast full of fresh saliva this morning like someone kept it occupied all night."
"Shut up, sis. Anyway, aren't you going to work?"
Giving me a gaze that was teasingly saying "I will be magnanimous and allow you to change the subject", she answers:
"I took a leave. I have been working there for three years without any real vacation and since I can't leave you alone, now is a good time to take it."
Losing her gentle smile for a morose one she continues:
"And I need to take care of paperwork: your guardianship, the parents inheritance, the culprit of the accident and so on.
After that, we will talk about plans for the future."
I come close and hug her:
"Like you said sis, we will go through this together."
"Hmm. But you know Max, if you had bigger breasts, this hug would be better."
Pushing her away, I retort:
"Scram!"
"Haha…"