Message-ID: <13235eli$9807211534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jan V." Subject: REPOST: Jan V. - SISTERS - 7/16 (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: <19980721101147.9110.qmail@hotmail.com> Jan V. - SISTERS - 7/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance) This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the Sequel" plus much more. Enjoy CHAPTER SEVEN: Depression Zoe and Jeannie got off the school bus and began their ten-minute uphill walk the rest of the way home. It was a stiflingly hot day. The sun was high and unforgiving, blazing down on them. Zoe heard that the temperature was likely to reach 100 degrees that afternoon, and it seemed the S.F. High radio station guys were right. Although they had braided their hair up, Zoe's and Jeannie's necks and the small of their backs were covered with sweat. Joey wanted Zoe to go and take a ride on his Harley, but she immediately turned him down. There was no place on earth she would rather be but there, on that searing hillside, next to Jeannie. Her twin egged her on to accept Joey's suggestion, while Zoe kept telling her she didn't want to. Her excuse was the high temperature in the Valley, and surely both Joey and Jeannie could understand that. So Jeannie shrugged and joined her in the school bus. "You don't have to do this," Jeannie had said. "I know." "I mean, you don't have to do this for me. You're free to date whoever you want." "I know," she repeated, unable to hide her annoyance. "But I don't want to." "Why?" Zoe chucked her shoulders up, looking through the window as the bus pulled away. She couldn't continue the conversation. Brittany McGuire came and sat down behind them and started an animated jabber of school gossip. She also explained why her mom was unable to come and pick her up that afternoon. Brittany's mother had an important appointment with her agent. Mrs McGuire, a.k.a Tamara Davies, was going to audition for a "major" role in a "major" movie with a "major" studio. So that meeting, to discuss such a crucial event in the life of a Hollywood actress, was of great consequence. Zoe smiled to herself, recalling Linda's profound distaste and contempt for everything related to Hollywood. Big Sis's favorite movies were mostly foreign, shot in black-and-white, and featuring actors and actresses with unpronounceable names. Her first "real" boyfriend, Jack Corbett, had put her up to it, luring Big Sis into his house - he was 20 at the time, and five years older than Linda - to make out and see some old foreign flicks. "Hey, Lana's here," Jeannie said as they trudged onto the driveway. Zoe nodded, taking a glance at Lana Martin's '94 Fort Mustang, a red convertible her father had given her when his daughter turned sixteen. Coincidence or not, Lana's newfound love was Jack Corbett… Whether Linda took exception to it, Zoe didn't know, but every time Jack and Linda were in the same room there was tension in the air. If Lana was alone with Nikki, things went better and Linda joined in the conversation gladly. Zoe and Jeannie greeted Anita as they walked in the back door. Mom was in the living room, talking to someone on the phone. From the bottom of the stairs, they heard good-humored screaming and giggling coming from their older sisters' room. Without hesitation, the twins scampered inside, curious about the reason for all that silly tittering, finding Lana and Nikki lying on Linda's bed. "Hi, Lana." "Hi, Jeannie," Lana said, turning over and looking up. "Hi, Zoe." "Hi." Jeannie sat down on Linda's bed as Nikki greeted them as well. Before long Jeannie learned that guys - what else? - were the root cause of the unrest among "the troops". Jack Corbett and Scott Rowan, a guy Nikki had been dating on and off, were mentioned as well as Joey Hernandez. A couple of minutes later, Zoe left the room, disgusted at the inanity of it all. "You should tell your sister to lighten up. She's always so serious." "Yeah, sometimes I think she should've been a guy." Lana gave a chuckle, her eyes staring at Jeannie questioningly. "I mean, she doesn't look like a guy… like I don't look like a guy… but… sometimes she's so bossy and-" "You mean, she dominates you," Lana reasoned. "I think what Jeannie is trying to say is that Zoe's always been the tomboy of the family," Nikki intervened. "She's always been the best at sports, climbing trees and catfights. She's even KO'd a guy over Jeannie." "Really?" Lana exclaimed, her eyes examining Nikki and then Jeannie. "Why? What did he do?" Jeannie smiled, then said, "He called me "bitch". Zoe got so mad that she kicked him in his knee really hard, and the next thing I know he collapses right in front of us. Everyone thought he was dead… because he didn't scream… nothing. He passed out, just like that." "Wow! So I have to be real careful around your sister." "You bet." Jeannie laughed and stood up. "Gotta take a shower. All my clothes are sweaty… and smell." * * * "Linda, are you listening to me?" "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Belinda Hughes gave Linda a glowering look, blowing her dark brown bangs away from her forehead. "I don't believe this… I'm talking to you for a quarter of an hour and you aren't listening." "I'm sorry… I was just thinking…" "What about? Rick?" Linda looked around The Dome, the snack-bar just across the street from the main entrance to S.F. High. This was the place where many of her schoolmates came and ate and danced to the music of a jukebox with a large assortment of the latest Billboard hits. Her eyes met Trisha's, the waitress. Pointing at her empty glass, she asked for a refill. "Coming right up, honey," Trisha said, nodding and tending a nervous client, a man in a gray business suit, who tried to hide his awkwardness by smiling at Trisha. After all, there weren't many "grownups" who dared set foot in The Dome. This futuristically furnished, slick snack-bar was known by the local population to be S.F. High kids' turf. Too loud music for too loud kids, they would say. "I'm listening," Belinda said, still waiting for an answer. "I guess so," Linda sighed, facing Belinda, her favorite classmate and friend. They were close enough to share secrets about boyfriends, but sexual intimacy was normally an off-limits topic of conversation. Whenever sex was mentioned, Belinda tensed up, the muscles of her neck going taut in a wink of an eye. Sometimes Linda didn't care about her friend's misgivings, and she went ahead and started talking about some ever more risqué episode. Belinda then giggled and said in a high-pitched whisper, "Oh my God, is that true?" Suddenly they heard someone knocking on the stained glass of the outer dome that separated the snack-bar from the outside world. To her surprise, Linda saw Nikki waving at her from the other side of the dome. Her sister wanted to talk to her, or so she understood from Nikki's gestures. Linda beckoned her to go around the building and join them at the table. As Nikki did as she was told, Belinda smiled and asked, "Who's that guy? Your sisters' new boyfriend?" Obviously Belinda was referring to Scott Rowan, Nikki's male companion, a guy Linda hadn't seen in years. A couple of years before Scott had pursued her for a second date. Although their first rendezvous went smoothly, she found out they had nothing in common. He had been a gentleman - that was true - but also dull, tiresome and thoroughly boring. She just couldn't believe her sister was seeing such a guy! Before her sister and Scott could hear her, Linda said, "I know as much as you do, Be." Introductions were made and Nikki and Scott sat next to Linda and Belinda. Linda felt ill at ease with this arrangement. Belinda and Scott would be able to see at close range how she dealt with Nikki, her sister, roommate, and… yes… lover… Usually they were so intense around each other… and now this… She would have to pretend they were nothing but sisters… A strong, overwhelming dislike for Scott came over Linda. She couldn't even look at him. Linda kept her trembling hands under the table, to hide this manifestation of her intense jealousy. She was shocked to see she could be this possessive. She always hated it when her dates acted this way around her. No one owned her, she would say to them, and if they were unable or unwilling to grasp it… well, they could kiss good-bye any "seconds" with her… Linda snapped out of her daydream and found out that Nikki, Belinda and Scott were staring at her. "What?" "As you can see, Nikki," Belinda began, "this is how your sister's been all day. I talk to her, but she's up there, somewhere, in the clouds…" "I think she's in love," Nikki quipped, winking at Belinda. "Yes, I am." Linda got to her feet and grabbed her backpack and school books. "Where're you going?" Nikki asked, stunned by her sister's sudden animosity. "Away… I need to finish this paper…" Linda moved away from the table and left The Dome, heading back to S.F. High. She crossed the street, her hands and legs shaking against her will. She was mad, so mad at all of them, including Nikki. Her sister seemed keen on humiliating her in public. And she was just sick of it, sick of it all! "Linda, wait," she heard Nikki call out from across the street. Linda walked on, ignoring her sister's cries, but soon Nikki caught up with her. "Linda, stop. I wanna talk to you." "OK, talk." Linda came to a halt and waited. Nikki looked confused, afraid, and furious at the same time. Nikki swallowed and asked, "I don't understand… What's the matter with you? It was a joke, Linda!" "I was not joking, Nikki." "What do you mean?" "You said I was in love… and I just confirmed it." "Linda…" Nikki looked away from her sister's green eyes. They seemed so stern and uncaring. "I- What do you want me to do? Am I forbidden to crack jokes in front of you? Is that it?" "No… I just don't like to be humiliated in front of my friend and your boyfriend." "He's not my boyfriend! He's- Oh, forget it. I don't owe you any explanation. It seems as though you're jealous." Facing her sister again, Nikki added, "Come on, Linda… You see Rick every day and I don't say a word about it." "Maybe you should," Linda replied, turning away from Nikki. "What's that supposed to mean?" Nikki had shouted her last question but Linda didn't look back. Instead, Linda began to talk to a bunch of guys. Nikki cursed and turned her back on Linda, wondering why her sister could be such a bitch… sometimes at least. * * * Linda felt very depressed. Her heart weighed like a ton, her hands trembled, her whole body shook from time to time, involuntarily. She sat beside Rick, squinting at a screen and moving colors and shadows that had no meaning to her. The movie theater was dark and people around her were silent, minds sharp, ready and hungry for the next scene of an outrageous plot. It was her boyfriend's idea to catch this movie with so much senseless violence. 'Sex mixed with violence and violence mixed with sex. It's what sells these days,' she thought. If she ever married Rick she, would never allow her kids to see such trash. She swallowed... Her throat was slightly sore... She felt like crying... Every time she heard a gunshot she would start in her seat and get tenser and tenser, her ears resonating with that hideous sound. It was becoming impossible for her to stay quiet and motionless. She was hating the movie so much. She looked at Rick. He was too absorbed in the action to notice how badly her eyes implored him to let them leave and breathe in some fresh air and watch the stars outside, shining, against the darkness... Maybe they could see a shooting star and wish a wish. Rick could be romantic sometimes, like when he brought her a bunch of roses after a nasty fight about having unprotected sex. He wanted to have sex without a condom, but she wouldn't budge. If he wanted that, he should find another girlfriend, Linda had told him. When she thought everything was over between them, he showed up on her front lawn with that impressive bunch of flowers, and confessed how stupid he had been, that he wanted her back. And then there was Nikki, her younger sister. Whether Linda wanted or not, Nikki had become her lover. She shut her eyes, and shook her head, feeling so much pain inside... It hurt so MUCH. She didn't exactly understand where all that pain had come from. Perhaps "it" had been waiting for the right moment to strike and reduce "its" victim to a human rag. Sometimes Linda wished Nikki weren't her sister. If they weren't related, things would be far easier for both of them. She knew she was strong enough to face anyone about her preference for girls - she was convinced by now that her... bisexuality?... lesbianism?... was a matter of fact - but she was sure she couldn't handle the horror-struck faces of people if the facts about her incestuous relationship with Nikki came out. There was so much to lose… She was deeply ashamed by her own behavior, by her jealousy. It could ruin everything she had with Nikki… but she was so afraid to lose her… Everything seemed so fragile and ephemeral at that point, as if she walked on a roof made of crystal that cracked every time she took a step forward. Linda called Rick that afternoon. Because she didn't have any plans of her own, she accepted Rick's. An early evening at the movies seemed a good idea, and the perfect excuse to postpone another confrontation with Nikki. But that stupid movie ruined everything. Her conciliatory mood was gone. Now there was only room for resentment... and guilt. She was letting everybody down... Nikki, Rick, the twins, Mom and Dad. She had started the whole thing. She, the girl everybody admired and loved, the future prom queen, had failed them all. She had betrayed Mom's and Dad's and everyone's trust by sleeping with Nikki, by "making" her sister fall in love with her… And the twins, as impressionable as they were, had followed suit. She wanted to cry. Keeping tears from flowing was getting harder and harder. She couldn't stand it any more. She rose to her feet and bolted out. The usherette looked bewildered as Linda rushed into the lobby, hyperventilating and shaking. "Are you all right, dear?" the middle-aged woman asked, but Linda couldn't say a word. Her lungs kept pumping air uncontrollably. "Let's go outside... And Jimmy," the usherette added, calling a freckled, nervous red-haired little boy, "get some water for me, will you?" The usherette's kind, concerned eyes returned to Linda. 'This complete stranger could be my mother,' it occurred to Linda. For a moment she wanted to believe that. At least, Nikki wouldn't be her sister… They stepped outside, the woman still bracing Linda with her plump, strong arm, and they waited there. Linda looked up at the sky, and the stars, so far away but so close to her soul. She started sobbing again. She was ashamed she was unable to control her feelings any more. Everything seemed to hurt so much now. Why? WHY? 'Please, God, tell me why? WHY?' That scream was inside her. Her brains felt as though they were on fire. The water arrived. The innocent, scared eyes of the red-haired little boy directed her to the glass he was holding out. Linda smiled. He was cute. She took the glass, and thanked him though he was now hiding behind his mother's imposing frame. "This's my son," the woman explained, glowing with mother's pride, her hand messing up his hair in a playful gesture. "Hey, Jimmy, say hello to this young lady." Linda smiled again. She was thankful to this complete stranger for her effort to put an end to her unhappiness. They chatted for a while about her son, what he had been up to lately... small talk that made her relax... and forget everything... and the fact that Rick was still inside watching the movie. Rick joined her in the lobby a quarter of an hour later. His eyes blinked, trying to adapt to the strong, garish light. "What's up?" he asked, his hands buried in his pockets. Linda couldn't believe this guy. Was that all he had to say? He had seen her leave the theater as if escaping death itself and, instead of coming after her and asking what was wrong, he stayed inside for a fucking quarter of an hour watching the most feeble movie she'd ever seen. "I wanna go home." "Why?" "If you don't know why, then there's nothing for us to talk about." Rick began to shift his weight from one foot to the other, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness. His eyes gazed around and then fell on the usherette. "Sweetheart, calm down. I-" "Don't you touch me, you hear?" Linda yelled, driving his arm away from her shoulders. "Why?" he hollered back. "What did I do?" "Let's not talk about it. It's no use." Linda shuddered. Eventually he agreed the best thing they could do was to go home and skip the rest of the movie. He was horn-mad, but so was she. Linda left the car without the usual good-bye kiss and light petting. She heard the wheels screeching, and then the brakes, and then again the same screeching sound. Rick's car had made the customary U-turn, this time performed ten times faster, fueled by too much gas and blind rage. Linda went upstairs. No one was in the living room. Mom and Dad were not at home, as usual, but she knew Nikki was... She still had to deal with the quarrel with Nikki. Linda hadn't seen her sister since the scene of open jealousy down at The Dome. Linda knew Nikki was dating a couple of guys, but her sister was quite discreet about them. One could say that Nikki didn't think them important enough to bring them home, or even to mention them. Seeing Nikki's date face to face, being confronted with the reality of it, was something she was not prepared to deal with - not at all. The intensity of her possessiveness scared her… It was so damned easy to lose her… So damned easy. 'This is a double-edged sword,' Linda figured. 'It's sweet, but cuts like a knife.' A bedside lamp was on in their bedroom. Nikki had fallen asleep with a psychology textbook on her lap. She had become very curious about everything related to human behavior - incest, particularly, which was predictable, considering everything... There were almost no references to cases similar to theirs, Nikki had told her. Most of the entries in the libraries were about father-daughter incest... and child abuse... and both topics were quite depressing, if not scary altogether. Nikki searched databases and indexes and surveys on the subject (read in a rather surreptitious way) until she found a few cases of sister-sister incest, some of them consensual, some of them abusive. Most of the consensual stuff was underreported, though. Researchers were not interested in cases where the risk of psychological damage was low and the information was sparse. Generally, the people involved were too ashamed to talk freely about their experiences, especially if there was no reason to. Linda sat on the edge of Nikki's bed and watched her youngest sister sleep. Nikki's denim shorts were unbuttoned, probably to give her hand ready access to her sex. Nikki must have masturbated while waiting for her to return. Although Nikki never said a word about it, Linda knew Nikki was jealous too. Sudden sadness in the big blue-gray eyes of a sweet sixteen-year-old were the only visible signs of it. Early on they said they should keep on dating, and avoid any hint that could give them away. People, and especially their parents, would find it strange if they stopped seeing guys altogether. They were so popular at S.F. High that such a major shift in their social life wouldn't go unnoticed. Belinda Hughes would be the first one to talk, Linda was sure of it… She didn't know who she could trust any more… On the other hand, "they" would never suspect that she would gladly give up all her dates for Nikki, or would they? Suddenly Nikki's eyes opened. "Hey," she said, stretching herself and letting a wide yawn out, "you're back. So, how was your date?" "Lousy. I think we broke up... for good." "Why? Did you tell him about-" "No, of course not. I'd never do that. He was a jerk, and that's all there is to it." Linda recounted what happened in the movie theater. Nikki hugged her tight, putting her arms around Linda's waist, giving her comfort. Feeling this much sweetness from her unselfish sister, Linda's eyes filled up with tears once again. Now she began to sob inconsolably. Nikki held Linda through it. Linda still had feelings for Rick but none were related to sex. It was the idea of settling down in a nice neighborhood and having kids that kept her heart warm for him. Nikki and Linda had talked about it after a feverish session of lovemaking. The meaning of their new feelings for each other was another thing they talked about. Soon they both came to the same depressing conclusion - their future together was doomed... A year from now Linda would be in college and away from home. Linda would be hundreds of miles away while her younger sister had to stay behind and finish school. Big Sis had promised to come home as often as possible, but Nikki knew her sister would undoubtedly find new friends and tons of guys (and girls?) more than willing to share their beds with her. Big Sis's crying began to subside. Linda wiped off her tears with her slender hands, another feature Nikki loved in her sister. And those green eyes glistened, still immensely sad. "Come," Linda said with a shaky voice. Linda grabbed Nikki's hand, leading the way. A few years before Nikki would have protested. She hated it when Linda made her do things without saying why. Household chores were the "uncoolest" thing Linda made her do. "There's nothing better than hard work to strengthen character," Linda wisecracked. Everybody should do their share and there was no room for exceptions. But now if Linda said "jump" Nikki answered "how high?" She was madly in love with Linda, with her magnetic beauty, her sandy brows, her long flowing hair full of curls and waves, her tantalizing eyes, her athletic, trim body, with its smooth, soft curves... Nikki was enthralled. Big Sis must be a witch. Linda had cast a spell over her. Linda guided her to the back yard, settling down on Dad's lawn chair. She motioned Nikki to sit on her lap. As soon as Nikki spread herself out on top of Big Sis, Linda embraced her and a chill ran up and down her spine. They watched the starry sky. Every time Linda saw a shooting star, she pointed it out to her younger sister. Then they kissed, slowly, enjoying warm, wet lips touching warm, wet lips, tongues trading caresses. Sometimes Linda cried, apparently for no reason, and that made Nikki sad. Silence ensued. Neither of them wanted to break the spell, the beauty of the evening. After a long while, Linda whispered her apologies for their quarrel at The Dome. Nikki shushed her immediately, putting her fingers against her lips, murmuring, "Shhh… Don't speak… I love you." And then Nikki kissed her… Still, Linda's heart weighed tons. The pain didn't go away... It still hurt inside, BADLY. NEXT: CHAPTER EIGHT: Fugitives ------------------------------------ Comments always welcome jan123@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----