Message-ID: <13238eli$9807211536@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jan V." Subject: REPOST: Jan V. - SISTERS - 10/16 (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: <19980721101854.8356.qmail@hotmail.com> REPOST: Jan V. - SISTERS - 10/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance) This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the Sequel" plus much more. Enjoy Chapter TEN: Love and hate Nikki had to leave the waiting room. She couldn't breathe in there. She wanted to forget everything. Her life before Linda was a blur now. So much had happened, so much had changed inside her. And she was losing her... She was losing Linda and she couldn't bear the thought of it. Nikki stepped outside to the parking lot. She put her arms around herself, a self-embrace full of despair. 'Linda... Linda... please, don't leave me... PLEASE.' Nikki closed her eyes, trying to put out of her mind the image of her fretful parents waiting in that sickening hospital. In a corner, Zoe was crying silently, a kind nurse holding the tearful teenager in her arms. Linda, her back to her parents, stared at the wall, ignoring everybody, blaming herself. "It's my fault, Nikki," Linda said and repeated it over and over again. "Linda, that's not true. You didn't pull the trigger... That son of a bitch did." "I killed him." "To protect us. To protect Jeannie. It was self-defense. He would've killed us... you know that. Linda..." Nikki had tried to hold her but Big Sis promptly removed her sister's hands from her waist. "Linda, why are you like that? I'm trying to help you." "Don't!" was the answer. Then Big Sis walked away from her, going to the opposite side of the waiting room. Outside, in the parking lot, Nikki stared at another incoming ambulance, its flashing lights rotating, the screaming siren dying down. Swiftly the paramedics leaped out of the ambulance and scrambled into the building another out-of-luck victim of a car crash or a mountainside shooting. Jeannie had been hauled in the same way, with people shouting, and Mom and Dad trying to keep up with that chaotic convoy of people. The only difference was the oppressive presence of the press. Dad had convinced everybody the redneck was a kidnapper, or rather, "the" kidnapper. His daughters hadn't run away. No. They had been kidnapped by a lustful beast... Linda had killed him in self-defense, Dad told the journalists and photographers. There would be an investigation, Dad said, but he assured Linda that no charges would be filed. So typical of Dad... * * * Linda's eyes meandered around the empty seats of the waiting room. She agonized over the fact that Jeannie was in coma, between life and death. The doctors kept reiterating their reserved statements about her sister's chances of surviving a massive blood loss. Linda wanted to be with her sister but they wouldn't let her. Hospital procedures... God! The presence of Mom and Dad was giving her the jitters. Mom wouldn't look at her; but Dad would. He tried to bridge the gap, but she didn't trust him. He was using their misfortune for his political gain, talking about his deep shock and horror to the press, making a plea for tougher measures against crime in general and kidnappers of children in particular. There were rumors he was going to make a bid for the Congress. All that media circus would surely give him publicity. It was disgusting! Linda reached for her head. On and off she felt a headache. Her fingers probed for the swelling on her head. The doctors said it was only a minor contusion. Her head had hit a stone when she fell and blacked out. Nikki had saved Jeannie's life, Linda recalled. After making sure her eldest sister was all right, Nikki had scudded down the trail until she found the road and the Jeep. One hour later she was back with help. Linda loved and admired her for it. Linda searched the waiting room for Nikki but her sister was gone. She wanted to find where Nikki was, to check if her sister was all right. All those events were making a nervous wreck out of Linda. She didn't let anyone touch her, not even Nikki. Linda could see the effect of her refusal on her younger sister but Linda's guilt became unbearable every time Nikki, sweet Nikki, came for a hug. Linda snapped out of her daydreaming when a doctor came into the waiting room. He shook hands with Dad and Mom. "I think you'd better come in, Mrs McDougall. Your daughter's fever is increasing. She's out of coma at this point but she's constantly calling your name. I think your presence may help her." "My baby is calling my name?" "Yes ma'am... You're Linda, aren't you?" "No..." she said, sheer confusion in her eyes, turning to her astonished daughter. "Linda is-" "It's me," Linda broke in, scuttling closer. "I'm Linda. I'm her sister." "Oh," the doctor said, realizing his blunder. "I thought- Well, you'd better come with me, then... I'm sorry, Mrs McDougall... I thought-" "Let's go," Linda groaned, jerking the doctor's sleeve. "She's calling my name. My sister needs me." Linda left with the doctor, ignoring her mother's eyes. Hate... Her mother hated her. Nothing new for Linda, though. She had always suspected that. Now she was sure of it. Linda rushed down the hall, still yanking at the doctor's sleeve, urging him to walk faster. In a few seconds she was by her sister's side. The first thing Linda noticed was how pale Jeannie looked. Linda looked across the bed and at the nurse who was trying to calm her sister down. Jeannie was delirious, murmuring unintelligible gibberish. "Linda!" she heard suddenly, startling her. "Linda, please... Linda... LINDA... Help me... Help me..." Jeannie's head thrashed on the pillow, her forehead thoroughly covered with sweat. "Linda... help me... please..." "I'm here, baby," Linda said, holding her sister's hand. "I'm here." The moment she said it, clasping Jeannie's hands, her sister's thrashing stopped. For a moment Linda, the doctor and the nurse held their breath as though they were waiting for a miracle, but the miracle didn't happen. Jeannie seemed to drift into a deeper sleep, but not her previous feverish nightmare. Gradually her breathing became steadier and stronger, but her eyelids remained shut, her face as pale as before. Linda's eyes turned to the doctor. "Is she OK? Is this normal?" "The worst's over now... Your sister is just sleeping..." "Yes, and the fever's subsiding," the nurse added. "Maybe you'd better leave now," the doctor suggested, as he checked Jeannie's forehead with his huge, hairy hands. "Get some rest. There's nothing you can do at this point." "Hell no, I'm not gonna leave her," Linda whispered, trying not to raise her voice. "She needs me. She said it herself. The hell with the procedures. If she didn't need me, you wouldn't have called me. Am I wrong?" The doctor heaved a sigh, casting a quick glance at the nurse. The nurse shrugged back at him. "All right, you stay here... but only for tonight. I'll make the arrangements for an extra bed." The doctor gestured to the nurse to leave. The nurse gone, he waited by the door, gazing at Linda, who kept on staring at her sister's pale features, fondling her hair. "I admire you," he said. "What?" "I admire your love for your sister... You don't see that often. I mean, a girl caring so much about her own sister. I wish my own daughters were like that... and not the usual nuisance to each other and to us parents... OK, I'll leave you two alone. I'll see to the extra bed." Linda saw him shut the door quietly. She was perplexed, confused. Had she been too obvious? Obvious about what? About her love for Jeannie? Was that abnormal? Sisters were supposed to be the best of friends, but they were so often the worst of enemies. There were soap-operas and TV shows based on that kind of hate... But love... was seldom shown. The executive producers wouldn't want to summon the horrible specter of incest, would they? Show a hug and a loving gaze and the whole nation would be shocked. It's so easy to hate... It's so hard to love... * * * A few weeks later, Linda returned to S.F. High for the first time after her kidnapping. When she entered the classroom, all her classmates stood up one by one and began to clap their hands. They were welcoming her like a heroine - a heroine of a bad movie, of a ridiculous book. They were clapping because she had killed someone. No, that's nothing to be proud of, she thought. Even if that someone was a scumbag. "Way to go," the guys would say. "I'm proud of you," Belinda added. Linda shook her head, wavering between going in or running away. If only they knew... Would they be proud of her still? Would they say "Way to go!" and tap on her back? She didn't think so. Despite all those cheering young faces, eager to catch a glimpse of the heroine of the moment, Linda felt alone, terribly alone... She wanted to scream and escape from that unnerving crowd. She was too polite, though. She knew she could never do that. She would bite the bullet and count the minutes, the seconds, until she was allowed to go home and watch over Jeannie. Five hours later, Linda waved good-bye to her classmates and left school, heaving a sigh of relief. Nikki waited for her by the Jeep. When Nikki smiled at her, Linda's heart jumped. Their relationship was getting better, now that they were back home and the twins had made up. Jeannie's health was improving an amazingly fast. Still, her youngest sister worried her. Linda sensed hidden sadness in those clear blue eyes... "Hi, Baywatch Babe," Nikki said, faking a seductive pose, half-closing her eyes. Linda chuckled. "Baywatch Babe" had become Nikki's standard greeting whenever they met after school. "Cut it out," Linda said, grinning and pushing her sister out of the way. She unlocked the Jeep and hopped in. Nikki took her place next to Big Sis. She grabbed Linda's hand. She wanted her sister's hand on her thigh. She wanted to be stroked there while Big Sis drove home. That thought was enough to make Nikki's sex moist. She did her best to control her craving for holding Linda and kissing her, passionately, right there in that parking lot. Suddenly someone called, "Hi, Linda." "Rick!" Linda cried out, withdrawing her hand from Nikki's thigh as fast as she could. "God, you scared me. Don't you do that ever again!" "Hey, what did I do now?... I just wanna talk to you. It won't take long." "I haven't got much time," she said, wondering if he had seen anything. "I've gotta go home. Jeannie's still recovering..." "Yeah, I've heard about it," Rick said, leaning on the Jeep, his face drawing closer to Linda's through the open window. "I'm glad you're OK and your sister is better now. I'm proud of you... I would've killed the bastard myself." "Rick, what do you want?" "Hey, relax. I just wanna talk to you." "Don't." "Why?" Linda breathed in and looked straight ahead. Then she stared back at him. "Rick, it's over. Don't you understand that?" "Why? I still can't figure out why you did what you did... at the movie theater. I want to listen..." "This's hardly the place, Rick... and there's nothing to talk about. If you want to listen to me, just pay attention to what I'm saying. IT IS OVER. Nothing you can say is gonna change my mind." "It's another guy… I can tell." "No, you're wrong. It's YOU. The sooner you get it into your thick skull the better." "I don't believe you." "Fine," Linda said, starting the Jeep and closing the window. "Linda," she heard him call, but she just kept turning the Jeep in reverse. "LINDA!... Bitch!" Bitch... the very word the redneck had called her. No Baywatch Babe for them. Just bitch. She shuddered. A chill of anger ran up her spine. For a split second she wished she had that shotgun again. If she had, she would have shot him. Linda drove home. No words were exchanged. Nikki looked out of the window, watching the traffic. Linda had seen tears on Nikki's cheeks but she couldn't bring herself to touch her to make sure her sister was all right. There was too much hate now. When Linda parked the Jeep on the driveway, she asked, "You OK?" Her anger had blown over. It was not fair to make Nikki pay for the failure of her relationship with Rick. "I guess... And you?" Linda took Nikki's hands and said, "Better, much better... knowing you're here with me." Nikki slid closer to Linda, her head leaning on her sister's shoulder. Linda kissed her on the forehead. "But I'd feel even better if you said it again..." "What?" Nikki asked, sitting straight, her eyes widening. "What you use to call me now..." "Baywatch Babe?" "That's my girl." They laughed together, embracing, holding each other tight, reassuring one another that their love was still intact... Despite everything. When they left the Jeep, they almost held hands. A noise coming from above made them freeze. It was Mom. Mom was spying on them from the bay window of her own room. Anger returned. Linda's throat hurt again. And the words of the cheering crowd kept thumping inside her head... Way to go, way to go, way to go... Right, way to go... Maybe she should kill her parents too. That way they would stop. Everybody would stop. 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