Simple Complication

"Lynne! Will you just tell me what's wrong?"


     Goldmire shouted at his sister as she cried into her pillow, he stood by the bed utterly confused. He's been in her house for over two weeks and he still can't say what the problem is. He was hoping he'd find out why she always sound ed tearful over the phone, his predominant thought was that her husband beats her. But he's been in their house for two weeks and he hasn't ever heard him beat her but she always cries when he isn't around.


     Lynne still refused to answer, Goldmire's remorse had turned to anger, he now felt she just crying for no reason in particular, but it had gone on for too long.


"You know what? I'm gonna ask Aran when he gets back!" He said angrily and was about to walk away.


"Gold, please! Please don't!" She quickly grabbed his trousers, begging with tears racing down her cheeks.


     Goldmire didn't care, he couldn't take it anymore. He left his job to come take care of her only to come here and find out that her husband doesn't even know the situation she's in. She's definitely depressed and always crying, but whenever he returns from work, she turns to the cute Barbie wife who always smiles. He's been absent from his workplace for two weeks now, it was time to get back to work since she clearly doesn't want his help.


"When Aran comes home this evening, I'm gonna tell him and I'm leaving tonight." 


      Lynne refused to leave his trousers, she kept crying and begging. He couldn't understand what this was, was his sister losing her mind? He pulled away and she fell on the floor, causing her gown to rise above her thighs.


"You'll injure yourself oo!" He scolded her.


     He looked and saw a mark on her lap and some blood. He was dazzled, he quickly reached to raise her gown higher but she quickly pushed her clothes down.


"What's that?!" He asked.


"Nothing." She answers cautiously.


     Goldmire quickly tried to raise her gown again and she fought him back, he was clearly stronger than her so she started shouting as she struggled on the floor with him.

"Goldmire!" 


     They both stopped the scruffle when they heard the deep commanding voice from the door. Goldmire quickly got up letting go of her. 


"What the fuck do you think you are doing you, pervert? That's your sister." Aran shouted. 


"Aran it's not what you think. I was just trying to see..." 


     Before Goldmire could complete his statement, Aran dived at him, pushing him to the floor and landing several punches on his face.


     Lynne shouted and cried begging her husband to let go of her brother. She tried pulling him off but he was too strong for her.


"I have vaginismus!!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.


     Aran stopped depositing punches on his brother-in-law's face and turned to his wife.


"What the fuck is vaginismus?" He asked as he got up.


"It's a medical condition where the vagina tightens when you try to insert something into it," Goldmire mumbled in pain.


"Oh that. I know what it is." Aran confirmed.


"You love sex, and not just any kind of sex, you love hardcore sex, you're addicted to it, every day. So whenever you have sex with me you injure me, every day, every night."


"But I thought it could be treated," Aran said.


"Yeah, but you always talk of how you love my tight pussy. So I didn't wanna deprive you of that feeling."


"What?!!!!" Aran and Goldmire both shouted in shock.


"You were always in pain, you bled every single day, and you cried every time he wasn't around. Jesus! Lynne!" Goldmire was dumbfounded.


"I can't believe this. I can't believe I never even noticed." Aran expressed sympathy.


     Goldmire was disappointed in both of them, he just quickly left the room and packed his things, angrily waltzing out of their house in minutes.