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Repression and Repercussions	By : SilentMagi Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 5313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Daria and characters are all copyrighted to Glenn Eichler and Susie Lewis Lynn, I make no profit off this other than basic enjoyment.

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Repression and Repercussions
Chapter 4

Jane stared out of her room’s window silently, Daria had freaked. It was an accident, but Daria blamed herself and was running away. Jane closed her eyes and thought back to her feelings during what had happened. Daria was tender, gentle even, but more than that, Daria had made Jane feel loved, even though they were both asleep. It was such an odd sensation to Jane that she had to think long about what it was.

Pressing her head to the cool glass Jane smiled slightly at how wonderful that feeling felt, how addictive it was, how she longed to feel it again. She sighed softly wondering why she never felt that warmth of love from Tom; could it have been that he didn’t love her? That was possible, after all they were only teenagers, and had known for a while that they weren’t compatible. She wasn’t attracted to Daria, and the thought of using her just for that warm feeling of love sickened Jane. With a sigh Jane pulled her knees up to her chest and wished for Daria’s arms around her, talking to her, gently removing the uncertainty and fear she felt, replacing it with a solid core of love that would anchor Jane no matter what.

Closing her eyes she put her head on her knees, the only sound escaping her came when she whispered to the air, “Daria, I need you. Please, come back.”

Trent watched his little sister quietly from the doorway, he had came in here to ask her where something was, but he no longer remembered what it was, or why he wanted it in the first place. It really tore his heart out seeing Jane so miserable, but there wasn’t anything he could do, not after what he’d just heard. Something had happened between the two, and now it was up to them to solve it. It did bother him slightly that his little sister needed Daria and not him, but he realized that it was probably better that way. Daria was more mature and responsible than most kids their age, probably than many adults, but she was able to relate to Jane.

Trent sighed as he walked down the hall, his mind drifting back to Daria; she had been acting a little weird this morning, as if at any moment Jane would leap out of the house and attack her. Then on the drive she was oddly quiet, and the few glimpses he had given her worried him. Her body trembled, she was moving her mouth around but not saying anything, and when he had reached over to wake her, she was covered in a cold sweat. Entering his room, he stretched out on his bed and sighed, letting sleep take him. There was nothing he could have done to help Daria, then or now.

Several blocks away Daria had finished telling Amy everything, including the last dream starring her. She could feel herself shaking under her aunt’s intense gaze, she knew that the dreams weren’t what Amy had expected, but oddly enough, she knew that Amy understood. Something deep inside her knew that Amy was the one who knew what to do.

“You need to get laid,” Amy said flatly causing Daria’s eyes to snap wide in surprise, “and talk to Jane. Not necessarily in that order.”

Daria gaped at her aunt in pure amazement; that was something she had never thought she’d hear an adult, let alone her favorite aunt advise her to do. Slowly it dawned on her, this had to be another dream, any minute now she’d wake up, and Amy would tell her the truth. Until then, she decided to play along. “So, you’re saying that I just go out and... get intimate with the first person I find?” Daria asked, her voice conveying her disbelief clearly.

“Actually Daria, I think you should talk to Jane first,” Amy replied dryly, “after all, she is probably going to be the easiest part of this whole ordeal. Also, you should find someone you know and trust before you have sex with them. I’m not suggesting that you become a sex fiend, but I am suggesting that you release this pent up sexual energy before you go insane. These dreams are actually quiet normal for Barksdale women to have, especially if they don’t allow themselves a way to relieve the sexual desires they have.”

“So you mean… that you…” Daria started with clear wonder in her voice before looking away with a blush, “Maybe I shouldn’t have called you.”

“No Daria,” Amy interjected before she could finish the rest of the thought. “I’m glad that you did call me, and that you trust me enough to let me know about your problems. It’s true that I’m going to have to masturbate about this, or call over a ‘special’ friend when I get home, but I don’t really mind.”

Daria’s cheeks grew redder at the thought of her aunt masturbating and moaning about the stories she had told her. The image of Amy with her legs spread out on her bed, pumping a dildo into her vagina and gently massaged a breast flashed through Daria’s mind almost against her will. The soft moaning of Amy’s voice as she arched her back sent shivers down her spine as she watched the lithe form writhe on the bed in throes of passion, all the while the musky scent of feminine arousal filled the air, calling out to Daria, begging her for attention, and release. Finally after minutes Amy convulsed and moaned louder, before collapsing onto the bed, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her breasts swayed slightly as her chest rose and fell rhythmically.

Then suddenly Daria returned, and saw a bemused looking Amy sitting there, waiting patiently. “Did you enjoy it?” Amy asked quietly.

Daria starred at her aunt for a few minutes before she looked away in shame, she shouldn’t have been thinking about such things, especially with her aunt sitting inches away. Daria’s mind suddenly peaked at that last sentence, when had Aunt Amy moved? Turning back Daria met Amy’s caring eyes fully with her own nervous eyes. Amy was waiting for Daria’s answer, and she wasn’t going to say anything until Daria did.

Daria opened her mouth to deny that she enjoyed it when she stopped and thought about her feelings during the daydream. It wasn’t that bad of a dream, all things considered, and she didn’t really mind the idea of another female starring it. No, her only real objection was that it was a family member in her dream, otherwise it was enjoyable. Shutting her mouth she looked sheepishly downward and nodded slowly.

Amy gave Daria a small smile as she responded, “Well then, it seems that you are a normal, healthy, young lady.”

“But it was about you,” Daria countered quietly, trying to come to grips with what her aunt was telling her.

“That’s right Daria, it was about me. But you don’t want to act on it, do you?” Amy asked, “That’s because sexual fantasies about family members are normal when one is growing up, as they’re the closest people they know. Besides, if you think about it, far enough down the family tree, we are all family.”

Daria gave a smirk at this last line of reasoning. It was true that she enjoyed the dreams, and most of her concern was over the family aspect of some of them. Then she thought about the first incident and sighed. “I know that you’re probably going to tell me that it’s not my fault, but I raped Jane. How can I face her after that?”

“It’s simple, from what you told me, you didn’t rape Jane,” Amy said before putting up a hand to forestall any comments by Daria. “Think about it Daria, you were both asleep, and not aware of what your bodies were doing. Once you both became aware, you stopped, and took the most appropriate actions that you could think of: separating from each other.” With that Amy lowered her hand as the information settled in Daria’s mind.

She hadn’t raped Jane, and Jane knew it. Daria’s panic had blinded her to some of the basics of what she had done. Her reaction probably hurt Jane, that’s why Amy said to talk to her first.

Looking up at her aunt she gave a small smile and nodded again. Daria couldn’t find the words to express her gratitude to her aunt, so instead she reached out and hugged her. As she felt Amy’s arms wrap around her she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling, someone cared for her.

Breaking the hug a moment later Daria frowned and looked at the clock. “I should go over and talk to Jane... umm... Amy?”

“Yes Daria, I’ll give you a ride, but I won’t come in with you. This is something you must do on your own,” Amy said with a smirk as she jingled her keys. “How about you drive?”

Daria blanched thinking about the Spitfire sitting out on the curb before shaking her head. “I’d rather not, at least not until I’ve had some more sleep,” Daria replied quickly, trying to her nervousness about driving such an expensive car.

“Alright then, let’s go,” Amy said with a smirk on her face, “You and Jane have a date to make.”

Daria blushed slightly and followed her aunt’s retreating back out the front door of the house, locking it behind her. If this was the easy part, she dreaded the hard part.
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