Message-ID: <13210eli$9807201703@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jan V." Subject: Jan V. - REPOST by REQ.- SISTERS - 4/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980720193726.26265.qmail@hotmail.com> Jan V. - SISTERS - 4/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance) This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the Sequel" plus much more. Enjoy CHAPTER FOUR: FRUSTRATION "Nikki, come to me… Come to me…" a female voice implored. Nikki couldn't say who was calling her so desperately. The girl's face would sometimes materialize in her mind, or dissolve in the next moment as mist on a sunny day. Nikki reached out for the other girl, but their fingers never touched, as if an invisible wall stood between them. Nikki screamed, calling for the girl, who resembled her in so many ways. Her heart beat faster, and she could feel the acid accumulating in her lungs and muscles, because the other girl kept falling and falling… away from her… Nikki woke up, startled, confused, her eyes becoming acquainted with the darkness of her surroundings. She realized she was at the beach house, in her bedroom, and that she had had a bad dream. The other girl in her dream was Linda, she decided, as she stared at her sister. Linda was still sleeping, wearing her usual T-shirt - she hated pajamas! - her long curls swept across her back. Linda's right leg was bent and naked, teasing the T-shirt upward, and the sheet away from her body. Seeing this, Nikki became again excited with desire. The craving for Linda's kisses returned, making her lips dry. Nikki recalled how Big Sis now avoided the slightest physical contact between them if she happened to be close together. If confronted with what had happened on Saturday evening, Linda reiterated that it wasn't right, that it had all been a mistake, her mistake. Nikki had tried to reason with her but Big Sis wouldn't stay and listen to her arguments. The twins had ruined everything, especially Zoe. In spite of Zoe's big mouth, Linda had managed to prevent a major earthquake at home. As always, Big Sis got her own way, talking Zoe into silence - but for how long? The twins were still mad at them, although for different reasons. Jeannie was jealous of what Linda and she had, which was… nothing; and Zoe was jealous of what might happen between her twin sister and Linda, which was NOTHING, either. Nikki shook her head, getting out of bed, discarding the feeling that their lives were turning into one of those TV soap operas she hated so much. Living the lives of others was not her idea of fun. She was a doer, not a dreamer… If she wanted something, she would do (almost) anything to get it. Linda had taught her to chase after her dreams and fight for her happiness. But what would Big Sis say about her daydreams right now? Making as little noise as possible, Nikki washed herself and dressed, wearing her bikini under her beach shorts and her sleeveless, top-cropped T-shirt. She went downstairs, turning on the lights of a deserted kitchen. It was 7:45 AM., too early even for Dad if he didn't have to leave for work. It was Spring Break and Dad had taken a few days off his busy-busy schedule to stay with his wife and kids. He was to leave on Wednesday as he had an important meeting waiting for him in Houston, Texas. Mom would then take off for Palm Springs with a friend of hers and, as usual, would only be back a couple of days later. 'Just as well,' Nikki thought. 'At least we can do whatever we want.' Spring Break ended next Sunday, Nikki realized as she walked out of the back door, breathing in the fresh air of a lovely morning. She stretched herself out in Dad's lawn chair, and at that moment she wished she had a pet, a dog or a bunny, something she could call her own. Mom wouldn't allow any living animal at home, though, because pets were messy and smelled. Mom was commanding and stubborn as hell, and so was Linda. That's why Linda and Mom couldn't get along - they were too alike. Nikki rubbed her tanned, slender legs, as a chill had run through her body. Although the morning was sunny and soothingly warm, she shivered now and then. Her hands rested on her thighs, while desire was oozing between her legs. She didn't care much for self-relief. It felt too selfish and lonely. There were, however, times when she couldn't resist it, bringing herself to a very satisfying orgasm. She hated to deal with the guilt afterwards, though. When she was just six Mom had caught her masturbating against Mr. Tom, her favorite teddy bear. Mom pulled her up and smacked her bottom, screaming at her in front of Anita about what a "bad girl" she was. Mom took Mr. Tom away and Nikki hadn't seen him since. Many years later Linda told her she shouldn't feel guilty about rubbing herself off. If she felt like it she should do it, and to hell with what Mom thought. "And do you do it?" Nikki had asked. "Yes, of course… Most folks do but won't admit it." Linda squeezed her hand, assuring her it was OK what she felt. Notwithstanding Linda's assurances, Nikki was unable to shake off her uneasiness about masturbation. Mom's screaming and her public humiliation came back to haunt her and to ruin all the pleasure she had just experienced. The funny thing was that she didn't feel any guilt whatever about making love with Linda… No, on the contrary. She felt liberated, safe, and out of harm's way. Linda gave her strength, because Big Sis loved her. That Saturday evening Linda had told her so…. Her heart thumped harder. Nikki felt where her heart should be with her right hand and wondered whether she was falling in love with Linda. Linda… She was so beautiful, so strong… 'I love her,' she realized, feeling sudden warmth in her cheeks, surprised by the depth of her feelings. But Linda was her sister… How could she feel this way? How could she? Nikki heard the back door opening and shutting. It was Dad, wearing his red turtleneck, which clashed visibly with his oversized khaki shorts. Puffing at his pipe, he greeted her and asked how she felt. Nikki went through the motions, engaging in a conversation she was rather uncomfortable with. She wondered whether he would ask about Zoe and Linda, and what Zoe wanted to tell him. Nikki noticed how carefully he trod with his questioning, maneuvering their conversation into that very subject. Fortunately, Linda barged into the back yard, just in time, as if Big Sis had seen it coming. That morning's glorious weather gained sudden priority in Dad's speech, and it remained so until he walked back into the house, leaving the two girls by themselves. Hesitantly Nikki turned her face to Linda, who had stretched herself out on a lawn chair next to hers. Linda had her eyelids closed, enjoying the sunshine. She wore her usual dark yellow T-shirt and her very short, snug black shorts. Without even noticing, Nikki's eyes scanned her sister's breasts and her brawny, yet feminine long legs. That familiar wetness returned, the reactions of her sex putting her to the blush. As if Big Sis had noticed her stare, Linda opened her eyes and faced her. "I almost don't recognize you." "What?" "Getting up so early is not exactly what you do on a regular basis." "I couldn't sleep… Anyway I want to go to the beach early." "Do you miss the guys that much?" Nikki observed her sister more closely, trying to discern whether that remark was out of jealousy or was just plain old Linda cracking jokes. "No," Nikki said, shaking her head and averting Linda's staring. That remark made her terribly sad, although she couldn't say why. "I don't want to go to the promenade… not today. I know this beach, a few miles from here… We could take your Jeep and go there, for a change." "Sounds good to me," Linda replied, shutting her eyes and facing the morning sun again. "Let's hope the twins'll think the same." * * * "What kind of beach is this?" Zoe asked, jumping off the Jeep. "No one's here." "So?" Nikki asked, turning off the engine. "What's the problem with that? This is our chance of sunbathing topless. No one comes here on Monday, at least not this early." Despite Zoe's complaining, Linda, Nikki and Jeannie decided to stay and explore the beach. Nikki looked up at the sun, judging its height and strength. It was another perfect day to lie on the sand, and to enjoy the sunshine and the waves without the hassle of the promenade and its beach. Linda scanned the blue horizon and the quiet sea, her hand screening her eyes from the sun. As Zoe had grumbled, the beach was deserted. Linda felt and heard the sea breeze flurry against her face and hair, and the grass growing on the sand dunes. A few seagulls glided above her, looking for food down in the ocean. "Nice place, Nikki." Nikki drew breath to say thanks but decided against it when she exhaled. She could feel Linda wanted some distance Giving an answer would violate her sister's wistful mood. After some discussion with the twins, they chose a spot near the sand dunes and away from the waveline. Since they were going to sunbathe topless, the dunes would offer protection from curious ogling, should people appear on the beach. As she slipped off her T-shirt and shorts, Nikki's eyes moved away from Linda's body. The tension of excitement had announced its presence between her legs as soon as she saw Linda's naked breasts and her beautiful, slender body. Fortunately Big Sis seemed unaware of her staring, busy as she was with the oiling of her own arms and ample chest. Although topless sunbathing was a rare event for them, their tan lines were almost invisible. They all wore expensive bikinis which allowed most of the UV light through. They had bought them in an exclusive boutique in Beverly Hills, owned by a man who did his best to look like David Niven and sound as savvy as a college professor. Linda handed the sunblock over to Nikki and asked her how she knew about this secluded beach. It was because of Jim Tatum, Nikki explained. She met Jim at a Lana Martin's party. He was a college freshman at the time, nicely built, strong shoulders and arms but hardly the typical UCLA jock. He had a way with words, which reminded her of Linda, and a gleaming two-wheeled import that would sweep any teenage girl off her feet with its powerful roar of an angry, thirsty engine. In the beginning she declined his invitations to go for a ride. Jim Tatum scared her somehow. On the other hand, she was curious as to what it would feel like riding on a bike like that, feeling the wind in her hair, leaning against a guy a lot of girls would kill to be friends with. In the end Lana whisked her doubts away, and she accepted Jim's idea of a thrilling date. And thrilling it was… She had screamed and laughed when Jim accelerated and negotiated a tight turn at full speed. The ocean stretched away into a cloudless horizon at their right, and huge boulders of hard rock cropped out at their left, giving them no chance if Jim lost control of his roaring bike. After a long ride, he took her to this secluded beach, and soon enough he kissed her and made the first moves for them to make out. Nikki pushed him away firmly, looking at him sharply and making it clear she was not going to have sex with him. Besides, she was seeing Craig Worell and she didn't intend to cheat on her boyfriend. Jim got mad, standing up and throwing some curses at the wind, while his hand brushed back his light brown hair. Eventually he brought her home, without saying another word or looking at her directly again. Fortunately, she hadn't seen him since. Linda smiled at Nikki's story of failed seduction and looked at the breakers that kept rolling onto the sand. Again Nikki had to tear her eyes off Linda's tanned body. Big Sis's breasts were like a magnet. She didn't mean to stare like a sex-starved boy but every time she looked at Linda's body the overwhelming emotions of their lovemaking washed over her like a gigantic wave. Those feelings wreaked havoc with her determination to respect her sister's decision to put an end to the sexual nature of their relationship. She swallowed and sighed, exerting herself to keep the tears from flowing. If only she could find a way to make her sister understand it was OK for them to make love, she wondered. If they wanted to, why not? Because they were sisters? And if she were a guy, would Linda have less qualms about making love? Nikki took her turn at applying the sunblock. The twins were just a few feet away from her, giggling and playing with their own bottle of sunblock, spreading the oily liquid on each other. They avoided the other's breasts as though it were understood that their small chests were forbidden territory. Seeing Zoe and Jeannie in such a playful mood, touching each other's bodies freely, it became clear to Nikki how much she wanted Linda. The twins didn't have to deal with the frustration she felt. Done with the sunblock, Nikki let the bottle drop in Linda's jute bag and walked over to the waveline. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the moisture with her fingertips, and hugging herself. She looked at the ocean and the waves and the birds and the infrequent yachts that lazily cruised on the water. The water felt cold on her feet. Nikki let the waves bury her feet under the sand, pretending not to hear the twins' playful giggling. They were wrestling, Nikki guessed without looking back. They would soon come and dive into the sea, and wash the sand off their bodies. After a few minutes of high-pitched giggling and screaming, Zoe's and Jeannie's voices came closer. As Nikki foresaw, her younger sisters ran into the water, disappearing under a wave and surfacing a couple of feet further away from the beach. Jeannie waved her to join them but Nikki turned her down. Nikki didn't feel like getting wet. She looked back, taking a fleeting glance at Linda. Linda lay flat on her beach towel, ignoring the twins' monkeyshines. "The water's freezing," Zoe said, making her way back to the beach, trembling. Without paying attention to Nikki, Zoe returned to the sand dunes to fetch her towel and dry herself off. Jeannie stayed in the water a little while longer. Then she swam to the beach, got to her feet, and walked over toward Nikki. All of a sudden, Jeannie kicked in the water, splashing her sister silly, causing Nikki to withdraw to a safer, drier spot on the sand. Her sense of relief didn't last long as a pair of strong hands took hold of her arms, pushing her toward Jeannie. "Linda!" Nikki cried out with surprise in her eyes. "Yes, that's me," Linda laughed. "I'm joining the fun, Sis." Before Nikki could say a thing, another spatter of sea water was kicked at her by Jeannie, who was laughing as boisterously as Linda. Reacting as fast as she could, Nikki ducked and wriggled herself free from Linda's firm clasp, and dived into the water. "Hey, that's not fair," Nikki complained, swimming away from her sisters. "I'm always alone against all of you." "That's what lazybones's get sooner or later," Jeannie cracked. "I'm not lazy." "You're not?" Jeannie said, savoring the irony with her lips. Linda and Jeannie sat down on the sand, the water caressing their feet. They were still grinning at each other and then at Nikki. Nikki joined them, settling down beside Big Sis and keeping her eyes open, watchful for any sign of Linda or Jeannie wanting another bout of wrestling. No words were exchanged. The three of them just listened to the sounds of the sea and the birds hovering overhead. Nikki wondered if Jeannie's horseplay was a kind of conciliatory gesture, an attempt to prevent further distrust and friction between them. Unlike Zoe, Jeannie was not a rancorous girl. Jeannie could fly into a rage but she was usually the one to raise the white flag first. Then Nikki's eyes fell on Big Sis, to examine her absent look with her green eyes lost in the distance. Nikki wanted to ask Big Sis what she was thinking about, but Jeannie's presence dissuaded her from such a dangerous line of questioning. In spite of Nikki's silence, it seemed as though Linda had noticed Nikki's staring. Linda stood up and brushed the sand off her bikini bottom., "I'd better go," she said, "or Zoe might think we don't like to be around her any more." "She could've joined us," Nikki retorted. "Yes, Nikki, she could've. But Zoe's still pissed off and you know that." Nikki shrugged as her big sister left. She didn't want to think about the reasons for Linda's bluntness and Zoe's reticence. The sexual ghost still hovered above their heads, just like a seagull searching for the right moment to dive and catch its prey. Nikki couldn't accept that sex had ruined everything between Big Sis and herself. That simply couldn't be true. "Nikki?" "Yes?" Nikki replied, brushing her hair away from her face and looking at her youngest sister. "Don't be sad," Jeannie said, sliding closer and resting her hand on Nikki's. "Zoe and I, we talked last night… I guess… we overreacted. I mean, it's not every day that… You know what I mean." Nikki took a good look at Jeannie, observing her face and appraising the sincerity of her sister's words. "You mean you're not angry with Linda any more?" "I figured, what's the use… I…" Jeannie looked away, her mouth half open. She just interrupted herself as if unable to put her feelings into words. Then she added, "I still don't know… what's going on. It's-" "-so overwhelming," Nikki helped. "Yes," Jeannie nodded, taking a deep breath. She smiled a little smile and went on, "Linda is… so…" "…overwhelming," Nikki helped Jeannie once again. They both laughed, looking at each other. Nikki put her other hand on Jeannie's hand, feeling deeply connected with her youngest sister. Nikki could see that Jeannie understood her because she felt the same about Linda. And that was amazing, so unreal and unbelievable… But who wouldn't fall in love with Linda? Who? "And Zoe? I think she's still mad at us." Jeannie licked her dry lips, removing her hand from Nikki's and encircling her legs. "You know how Zoe is. I'm working on her, though." "You think she's gonna tell?" Jeannie shrugged, rising to her feet. "I think we should go. I think Linda's calling us." Nikki stood up and followed Jeannie silently, her hands sweeping the sand away and adjusting her bikini bottom. She chose to forget that depressing subject altogether. It was a downer, definitely, and the last thing she wanted was to feel sad. She was young, damn it, and she wanted to have FUN! * * * Three crazy days went by. Linda was drinking too much too fast and to such an extent that Jeannie wondered whether they would get arrested for breach of public order and carrying fake ID's. On top of everything else, Linda was flirting with Mr. Cool totally uninhibitedly, as she never did before. What was she trying to prove? That she was not a lesbian? On Friday night Linda told Jeannie she was sick of the resort and was thinking about leaving the beach house and going back home. Linda missed Rick and wanted to be with him. The next morning, despite the sunny and pleasant weather, the girls returned to L.A.. Jeannie felt some relief, as if Linda's decision was the first step for a healthier attitude toward life. However, Jeannie's optimism was soon put to the test. She sensed something was wrong with Big Sis. The slightest provocation was enough for Linda to lash out in a fury. Her remarks became blunter, and often downright cruel. Linda would apologize, but often too late to prevent retaliation from Nikki or Zoe. All this tension had almost reached breaking point when Linda stayed out all night, returning home completely drunk. Dad grounded her for a fortnight and forbade her to see Rick ever again. As always Rick took the blame for Linda's rebelliousness, Jeannie thought, sighing. Zoe gloated over this state of affairs, Jeannie recalled, as if Linda's house arrest made them even. Jeannie thought her twin's reaction mean and insensitive and as a result they didn't speak to each other for days. Zoe spent most of her free time with Joey Hernandez, a guy in her class she was seeing quite regularly. In turn, Jeannie would go out with Janey Manson (not related to Chad Manson) and Brittany McGuire, two girls she had met at the tryouts for the cheerleader squad. In spite of Brittany's failure to make the squad, the three of them became good friends. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Brittany to find out her new love - to draw funnies for the school's newsletter. Zoe tried one day to bury the hatchet. Jeannie was getting ready for bed when she heard Zoe enter the bedroom they shared. Their bedroom in L.A. resembled their sleeping quarters at the beach house, except it was roomier and more sober-looking. Instead of the posters and pennants, there were "boring" oil that Mom had chosen for them. As at the beach house, their bedroom had its private bathroom with its door opening into a small hallway, which in turn connected their bedroom to the main hall upstairs. Because of this layout, Jeannie hadn't seen Zoe breeze into the bathroom; though she could hear someone brushing their teeth, and the water running in the washbowl. When the noises stopped, Jeannie pulled up the covers and shut her eyes. She heard light footsteps approaching and heading for her sister's side of the room. Then she heard the rustling of someone getting undressed. At this point, there was a long pause. Jeannie waited for the familiar sound of Zoe slipping into her pajamas but no such thing happened - only silence. She waited a while longer until her curiosity got the better of her. Jeannie opened her eyes and turned to see her sister sitting on the edge of her bed, her head low, and her long tresses hiding most of her naked body. Zoe was scratching her knee when she looked up and met Jeannie's stare. "What's up?" Zoe shrugged, twisting her mouth slightly. She looked away for a moment and then faced her twin again, her teeth gnawing at her lips. There was a deep sigh and another pause. When Jeannie was about to speak, Zoe said, "You're right… about Linda… I had no right to say what I said." "Do you mean that?" "Yeah… I do. I just… want us to make up. I can't stand this any more. It seems that everybody went crazy in this house." "That's true," Jeannie agreed, making it her turn to look away, sighing, her eyes staring blankly at the window. She scratched her head and her hand swept a thin strand of hair over her ear. "You still think about… don't you?" Jeannie blinked as if she hadn't understood what her sister meant. She was about to deny it when her head nodded. "I can't help it… I really can't help it." And as unexpectedly as a thief in the night, tears welled up in her eyes. She began to sob out loud, feeling a longing inside her she couldn't quite understand. Her heart ached and her body shook as if from cold. Jeannie sniffled, her breathing slightly heavier than normal. As she wiped her eyes dry, Zoe settled down next to her. "How'd you know?" "I see how you look at Linda. You should be more careful… Other people might guess it, too." Utter fear hit Jeannie in the face, gasping for breath. "What do you mean? I'm not that obvious… I mean… If you hadn't brought it up I wouldn't-" "Next time just pay attention to how Nikki stares at Linda when no one is looking. You do the same, Jeannie… I think sometimes Nikki and you don't even notice it… but I do. It's seems as though everybody is in love with her in this goddam house." "Stop blaming her, Zoe… Nothing happened against our will." "But she should know better. She's older than you two. She should act her age. She's always tried to be in control, as if she was our mother. But she isn't, Jeannie. She isn't." "I know that," Jeannie replied, letting her irritation show. "I'm sorry… I'm really tired and I wanna get some sleep." "OK," Zoe said, retreating to her own bed. "Just think about it." As night darkened their room, Jeannie's pupils widened, her eyes adapting to the weakening light outside. She couldn't sleep. Her sister's words were hammering away in her head. She kept asking herself whether Zoe could be right. Was her fascination for Linda that obvious? No, that couldn't be true. Mom and Dad would've noticed otherwise… Or maybe not. Mom and Dad appeared to live in another world, dealing with them on a different wavelength. Jeannie began entering into a dream world that drew her away into strange landscapes bathed in moonlight and soft voices. A female hand touched her and she trembled. There were screams followed by a long pause. A baby cried and then laughed… After that, only silence… NEXT: CHAPTER FIVE: SURRENDER ------------------------------------ Comments always welcome jan123@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----