Message-ID: <27412asstr$973995003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Jan V." Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 10 Nov 2000 22:40:40.0797 (UTC) FILETIME=[40D7C0D0:01C04B67] Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sisters (ff, teen, inc) - Chapters 1 and 2 Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 21:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman To K. CHAPTER ONE: CONFUSION Linda woke up, shaking off sleep with a yawn, and stretched out the arms from her fit, sport-loving body. She glanced around. In spite of the dim light, she recognized the furniture of her beach-house bedroom. Heavy drapes kept out most of the sunlight, allowing her to sleep longer than usual. It was the weekend, and there was no need to get up at sunrise. Linda sighed as she let her head roll over to watch her younger sister Nikki sleep. Then she looked at the red display of the clock radio: 10:23 AM. `Dammit, so late?' she complained to herself. The seventeen-year-old girl sighed again and sat up, driving out of her body the last of her sleepiness. She got to her feet and walked over to the window. Drawing the drapes slightly apart, she looked out and rejoiced. The sky was a cloudless deep blue, and a warm breeze blowing from inland stroked her smiling face. It was the perfect weather to enhance her golden tan. In the afternoon, it would be promenade time... Linda picked up the bikini perched on the back of a wicker chair and ambled into the bathroom, whistling a song Rick used to sing with his band. Rick Hillman, the cutest guy for the prettiest girl in San Fernando High... Linda smiled at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror, brushing her long blond hair away from her face. `Some self-glorification can't hurt,' she thought. But popularity was not a question of just being pretty. Self-confidence and the right amount of rebelliousness seemed to do the trick -- at least for her, it did. Actually, all Linda's sisters seemed to do fairly well as far as popularity was concerned, particularly every time the four of them were together and -- more importantly -- had fun together. Nikki, thirteen months her junior, was the sweetest of them all. Nikki was Linda's confidante and her best friend, the one who cheered her up when she was down, the one who listened, the one who covered up for her. In contrast, her sister Zo was an outspoken, bullheaded, quarrelsome, tomboyish 15-year-old, who wouldn't hesitate to use either her hands to pull her sisters' hair during a fight, or her nails to protect her identical twin Jeannie from a bully. It was clear to Linda that the love and hate lost between the twins was due to Zoe's overprotective, overzealous nature towards their youngest sister. Jeannie would protest and drive Zo away from her, but it didn't take long for them to kiss and make up. Jeannie was intelligent and resolute, yet withdrawn and thoughtful. Like any pair of identical twins, Zo and Jeannie loved to play tricks on strangers by dressing and behaving alike. But more often than not they would wear different outfits and hairdos, affirming their own identity and character. Despite all the bickering and name-calling, Linda knew that all her sisters were there for each other. Linda was even proud of them, the way people stared at them as they walked by, arms intertwined, laughing and talking as loud as they could, whooping it up as sisters should. Dad took pride in his "little girls", too. More precisely, Dad took pride in their good looks. With a tipsy smile on his face and a glass of bourbon in his right hand, he had once said that the McDougall genes were known to produce the most beautiful females on the planet. His daughters were living proof of it. `Yeah, right,' Linda thought, but her reflection kept smiling contentedly. Time for a shower, Linda decided. She tossed her white T-shirt and panties onto the tiled floor and hopped into the bathtub. Her face welcomed the warm shower. Her right hand clasped the soap and worked it over her body and her firm athlete's breasts. Rick joked that she had the figure for model, but what the hell... Her parents wouldn't buy it... Yes, it was just another of her wild boyfriend's crazy ideas. They didn't get along those three. Come to that, Mom and Dad didn't get along with many people anyway. It was strange for someone who was such a successful manager of people and money -- Fred McDougall, the most talked about CEO in Silicon Valley, the man who turned the obscure software company called Servenet into one of the hottest stocks on Wall Street. From time to time Dad mentioned his fascination for the political arena, and the possibility of a bid for Congress. Linda argued against it. She said that politics is such a dirty business, with far too much attention from the news media. The lack of freedom would be too damned stifling. No, Washington DC was definitely not the place to be. Finishing her shower and grabbing her terry towel, she concluded, `Give me the California sun instead, and I'll be forever happy.' Linda found, as expected, that Nikki hadn't moved a muscle. She was sleeping away, and unaware that her big sister was up and ready to go. Linda stopped in front of the vanity mirror. She examined her own reflection once more, making sure her sporty, skin-tight white and blue bikini with red streamlined stripes looked perfect, enhancing her natural curves instead of hiding them. Teasing the guys on the beach was a turn-on Linda couldn't resist. Capturing the attention of eager young faces was such a thrill, an intoxicating drug that sent chills down her spine and produced a mellow warmth down there, between her legs. Linda smiled to herself, heading for the window. She drew the drapes aside and hollered, "Rise and shine!" Nikki's eyes remained shut. Her slender ribcage moved up and down with the regular beat of sleep despite the strong sunlight streaming into the room, and the stare of someone waiting impatiently for a reaction. Her sister Nikki was hopelessly lazy. Linda had forgotten how many times she had to shake her sister awake, drag her out of bed and splash her face with cold water to get her going. It was a daily routine Linda didn't care much for. Nikki promised she would change, but years had flown by and the promised change was still to happen. Linda knocked on the twins' door. Without waiting for an answer she walked in and repeated the same routine, letting the daylight stream in and announcing the beginning of a new day. Linda would go easy on Zo and Jeannie as the twins weren't as lazy as Nikki. They would eventually get up and ready on their own, without the need for a second round of hollering and poking. Linda walked back to her room, sighing once again. Minutes elapsed before Zo came into her older sisters' room, yawning and greeting Linda. Zo looked at her big Sis picking clothes up off the floor, like a loving mother, while Nikki slumbered away in bed. "Hi, Zo ," Linda smiled back, as she took a fleeting glance up at her sister for long enough to acknowledge her presence, but not enough to interrupt her tidying the room. "How did you sleep last night? No nightmares this time?" Zo shook her head. After a long pause she asked the obvious, "Is Nikki still sleeping?" "Yeah, as usual." "Why don't we do something about it?" Zo suggested, flipping her long straight blond hair over her shoulders. "Like what?" asked Linda, looking at her sister and holding up a sweater, Nikki's, that she was about to fold and put away in the wardrobe. "Tickle her to death," Zo grinned. "Yes," said Jeannie, joining her sisters. "Let's do it." Linda laughed, amused by the twins' mischief and enthusiasm -- no wonder they sailed through the tryouts for the S.F. High cheerleader squad. Zo and Jeannie, Mom's and Dad's favorites, scored straight A's as easily as they mastered straddle jumps. There were plenty of reasons to envy them, Linda realized. Plenty of reasons... "OK," Linda finally agreed, "I'll count to three, and three of us will jump on Nikki." "Yes," Zo and Jeannie exclaimed, their clear blue eyes shining with anticipation. That too made Linda laugh again. "One... two... three..." and the three girls dived onto Nikki's bed, tickling their sister to death as promised, showing no mercy. Nikki tried to wriggle free. She screamed and kicked, but she didn't stand a chance. Her sisters made sure she paid dearly for her laziness. This was a punishment, a lesson to be learned. "Time to wake up," Linda giggled, pinning Nikki's arms down, preventing her escaping from the twins. Zo and Jeannie went on tickling her squirming body, torturing her with their fingers, while Nikki pleaded with them to stop. Nikki made another attempt to kick them away, shouting and screaming, but the unrelenting twins kept a good grip on her. When the tickling stopped and she pushed them off her, Nikki laughed as hard as her sisters. Linda got to her feet, smiling and pulling her hair away from her face. She stared at Nikki, noticing how flushed her sister's face was, and that her pajama top had become unbuttoned in the struggle, revealing her firm, beautiful, medium-sized breasts. Nikki's nipples were erect as though she had gotten off on what just happened. Linda felt a certain, undefined tension building up between her legs. The whole thing had been exciting, sexy even. Her breasts touched Nikki's during the fight to keep her sister down. Was that why Nikki's nipples looked so hard? "From now on that's what you're going to get if you don't wake up on time," said Jeannie, smiling and showing her perfect teeth. "Yeah," Zo agreed. "You can count on that. Right, Linda?" Linda woke up from her daydreaming and stammered in agreement. She urged them to get ready. It was almost 11 AM. It was a shame to remain indoors with such perfect weather outside. After breakfast, they strolled down to the promenade, looking for the right spot on the beach to settle down and enjoy the sea, the blue sky and the guys... Wearing their 150-dollar shades, the happy, loud foursome wanted to look "cool" and distant. Adrenaline raced through their young bodies when they realized that guys and girls alike would look at them with awe, lust or envy. Walking down the promenade was an obvious game of watching and being watched. The guys would sidle up to them and mouth the usual pick-up lines. Linda and Nikki would laugh and ignore them. Zo usually answered in kind, knowing that their older sisters were just a few feet away if things went too far. When they were together, it seemed to Zo that everything was possible, and allowed. No jealous boyfriends around, no Mom or Dad to deflate their high spirits... After walking for a quarter of an hour Linda suggested a spot next to the volleyball net. Before they set foot on the beach, a male voice called out, "Hi, girls!" "Hi!" Linda replied, turning toward the deep, manly voice. It was Mr. Cool, an attractive, roguish kind of a guy, who covered his long light brown hair with a red bandanna. He had piercing blue eyes and was built like a bodybuilder. He craved attention and worked hard on his three-point plan for success: Number 1 -- to get spotted by a Hollywood talent hunter; Number 2 -- to become the next Sylvester Stallone; and Number 3 -- to have the world, and the girls, at his feet. Beside him stood Max and Pete. They were less conspicuous than Mr. Cool but equally attractive. Max and Pete worked for Mr. Cool's surfing school. They were known for their prowess with the surfboard and with their female pupils -- whatever that meant. Nikki and Zo met Mr. Cool's gang at the surfing school a couple of years ago. The girls wanted to learn something new, something exciting... and those guys seemed to be the right instructors -- cute, self-assured and fun to be with. Linda and Nikki caught Mr. Cool's and Max's sexual vibes, in spite of the obvious age difference. Mr. Cool and Max were grown men in their late twenties. Both of them knew they could end up in jail if they went too far with those tempting teenage girls. Still, that didn't stop the guys' trying. Linda had to push Mr. Cool away more than once. It just didn't feel right, somehow... Linda was afraid for her sisters. She didn't want them to get hurt. And she didn't want them to do something stupid with these guys if they had too much to drink and were having a good time. She was their Big Sis. She felt responsible for her younger sisters... She just couldn't help it. After the usual small talk for openers, Mr. Cool suggested a volleyball match. "What about the school?" asked Linda. "Don't you have classes to teach? The girls must be desperate by now." Mr. Cool laughed. He was used to Linda's banter. Linda McDougall was a knockout of a girl, with brains. She defied his stereotypical view of longhaired, leggy blondes. Linda had personality. She was a girl who knew what she wanted and who knew how to get it. She said she didn't want to be a model or an actress. Instead her goals were to graduate and go to college, maybe to become a physician. Linda was a girl of strong convictions... He liked that girl... and more than a lot. As far as he was concerned, Rick, or whatever her boyfriend's name was, was definitely a lucky bastard! In spite of Linda's teasing, the girls picked up on Mr. Cool's idea, and in a few moments the teams were chosen: Mr. Cool, Max, Linda and Nikki against Pete, Zo and Jeannie. The "younger" team had the best players. The twins were known for their well-timed block, and Pete for his powerful smash. On the other side of the net, Mr. Cool would outperform himself, making impressive dives onto the sand, which were more for show than to prevent Pete scoring again. Everyone could see that. The guys and girls laughed and giggled at his sand-covered face and his mock look of powerlessness. Linda scored a few points and, to her embarrassment, Nikki congratulated her by hugging her. But why did she feel so embarrassed? Nikki was a warm, kind person, and physical contact between them was normal enough... During the match Linda avoided dwelling on that scary, confusing subject. She worked at concentrating on the game. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to disregard a strange moist warmth welling up between her legs. `What the hell is happening to me?' she scolded herself. The answer soon became clear. At the beginning of the second set Nikki struck her first successful smash. Happy as could be, she came over and wrapped her arms around Linda's neck. That fleeting, sudden full-body contact stirred Linda up, making her flush awfully. Nikki's breasts touched hers again, setting off in her body the strangest reaction. Her nipples immediately became erect, and the moisture "down there" increased to frightening proportions. Linda's attempts to get her concentration back failed miserably. She watched Nikki out of the corner of her eye. She thought it would give her a moment of respite if she looked at the cause of her sudden nervousness. She couldn't believe she was actually... what?... becoming aroused by her sister's body? She shook her head. It wasn't like that. It was more the physical contact, and not so much how good Nikki's body looked. They had the same build -- long slender legs, a willowy waist, a dainty tush and a firm bosom. Her sister Nikki was pretty -- everyone knew that -- and Linda was proud of her. She was proud she could say that Nikki was her sister. On top of that, Nikki was kindness personified. That's why they had grown closer and become best friends over the past three years. In their early teens they were typical sibling rivals, competing for the best dress, for the juiciest steak, for the cutest guy... They eventually grew out of it because Nikki's kindness was straightforward and disarming. When she started thinking of that again, tears almost welled up in Linda's eyes. "Sorry, guys," said Linda finally, as she left the volleyball field, "I'm gonna take a dive. It's too damned hot up here." She hoped they would continue the match and leave her alone. But Mr. Cool quit too, and followed her. To Linda's chagrin, everyone joined her in the sea, splashing in the water and making too much noise. She just wanted peace and quiet, and to cool off. Linda swam away from that bunch of noisy men and teenage girls. She wanted to get all that stuff about Nikki out of her mind. A chill raced down her spine. That would be... incest. The very thought of it made her cringe. Fear made her swim out to sea -- a great and worrisome fear that was inside her head. Linda stopped swimming. She was tired, her heart was pounding, and her breathing heavier than usual. She felt suddenly cold, too cold to remain in the water. With uneasy strokes she began to swim back to the beach. Mr. Cool swam with his strong crawl toward her though, preventing her getting back to the beach. He wanted to play, diving into the water and surfacing a couple of feet away from her. Linda was exhausted. She wanted him -- all of them -- to leave her alone. Was that too much to ask? * * * Nikki laughed as Pete helped her to escape from a strong wave and to get out of the sea. Pete laughed too, faking a sigh of relief. After all, they had just dodged a wave that could have crashed on them pretty hard. Pete's smile promptly faded as Nikki let go of his hand. She squeezed the water off her long hair, and gave him her wide smile. Then they looked back, alerted by the twins' giggling. Mr. Cool and Max were telling stories. They were joking about the surfing ineptitude of beginners as they fought with the waves and the soft sand at the waveline. On the way back to where they left their towels stretched out on the sand, Nikki noticed Big Sis. Linda was alone, and seemingly lost in thought. Her lissome legs were drawn up. She was holding her chin in her right hand, with her arm propped up on her knee. She was staring out to sea. That struck Nikki as strange, utterly strange and out of place. Big Sis was obviously worried. But why? Rick? Another guy? Mr. Cool?... Nah, that couldn't be it. Linda told her she would never sleep with a guy like Mr. Cool. What then? School? Grades? That didn't fit either. Linda's grades were far above average... Nikki sat down next to Linda. She wanted to ask Big Sis if she was all right. But her courage somehow fell short. She sensed that Linda wanted to be left alone. The guys and the twins didn't seem to get it. They kept calling her name constantly. Linda smiled at their clowning. Nikki could see, however, that Big Sis wasn't her usual happy self. Later on Linda got up and said, "I'm sorry, guys... I've got a headache. I'm going home." "Going home?" said Mr. Cool, jumping to his feet and going over to her. "You not coming with us? Sweeney's time tonight... I talked to your sisters. They're all coming... Don't be a spoiler!" "No, I'm sorry... I've got a headache. I'd be lousy company." "In that case, we can join you at your place... You wouldn't be alone... Your folks are away, right?" "Yes, they are, but-" "No," Nikki broke in, getting up and going over to Linda and Mr. Cool. "I want to go to Sweeney's. I know Linda... When she has a headache, she really needs to be left alone." Linda smiled at her sister with gratitude. She picked up her jute bag, took her clothes out, and slipped on her yellow blouse and black shorts. Before she left, Nikki pulled Linda aside and whispered, "Are you all right?" "Yes," answered Linda, tossing her head to sweep her hair away from her face. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just enjoy Sweeney's without me." "We'll see about that. Anyway we still have to go home and change. I'll check on you when we get home." "Yes, Mommy." Nikki chuckled, pushing her sister away. "Just go home, OK? And see you later." "Right," said Linda. Looking around to the others, she yelled, "Bye, guys!" "Bye!" the others answered in unison. Then Linda smiled and left. Linda walked back to the beach house, this time without wearing her sunglasses. She wanted to feel the sunshine on her closed eyelids, to feel that warmth all over her body, and forget the reason why she had made up a headache. It was an excuse like any other to get her freedom back, to have some room to think... No one understood that except for Nikki. Nikki, her sister, her best friend... Linda's breathing became heavier again... She had to forget "it". But the more she tried, the more that scary idea invaded her mind. She needed to cool off again. She would take a shower and wash away those crazy ideas about Nikki. * * * "Linda, where are you?" shouted Nikki from the bottom of the stairs. Nikki had just returned from the beach, and her face was warm from the sunshine and the never-ending laughter with the guys and the twins. "Up here," she heard Linda shout from their bedroom. Nikki hurried upstairs and in no time she was in the bedroom. Linda was sitting on the edge of her bed, one leg lying on the covers and the other down on the floor. With her knees bent to balance herself in that position, Linda was leafing through an old photo album, the one where their early childhood pictures were kept. "What are you doing?" asked Nikki, sitting on the floor next to her Big Sis. Linda kept staring at the old photos that Nikki knew well. Linda just shrugged. Nikki couldn't see Linda's face. It was hidden by the long tresses of golden curls that framed it. Nikki looked at her own hair, so straight and weak compared with Linda's. Zo and Jeannie also had straight hair, even straighter than her own, Nikki realized. She said she would soon get a perm (to keep up with Big Sis) but Mom wouldn't allow it. Mom said she was too young, and a perm would ruin her hair. Nikki eyed her sister, still unable to see Linda's face. Nikki brushed her sister's hair away from her face. To her astonishment, she saw that Linda's cheeks were damp from CRYING! "Linda, what happened?" she asked, quivering for a second. "Why are you crying?" Linda shrugged again, still looking at the pictures Dad took when they were younger. Some of them showed Linda and herself playing in the back yard of the house where they lived before. "Linda, talk to me... Please..." Nikki tried to wipe away the tears from her sister's face but Linda flinched, avoiding the contact. "Linda, why are you in this mood? If you don't tell me, I can't help you." "So, don't," Linda growled, standing up, stomping into their private bathroom and banging the door shut. Nikki remained where she was, her blue-gray eyes wider than normal, staring at the doorway through which Linda had disappeared from view. Linda ending the conversation like that was nothing new to Nikki. Her older sister had a rather short fuse. That much she knew. But what threw Nikki into total confusion was Linda's strange mood. She had never seen her so distant and sad. Her Big Sis was always the center of attention. Her captivating smile, her looks, and her uninhibited wisecracking were three traits that assured her sister the limelight. Linda was actually the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. When she was younger she bitterly envied her sister's stunning beauty. And now? Did she envy her still? No, she didn't think so. They had become friends, buddies... Linda was the most dependable person she knew, much more than their own parents. Linda was there for them. The same couldn't be said about Mom and Dad... Nikki shut her eyes for a moment and tried to get that thought out of her mind. She didn't want to think. She just wanted to get changed. She wanted to go to Sweeney's and dance the night away, and forget... About everything. CHAPTER TWO: KISS AND TELL Linda closed her eyes, pulling her hair back once more, getting annoyed with her constant struggle for keeping her tresses away from her eyes and mouth. She had already thought about cutting them shorter, shoulder-length. But Mom and her sisters -- especially Nikki -- insisted she shouldn't. They all said she had such beautiful hair, long, shiny, full of golden curls, the envy of her female classmates, and one reason why she was so damned popular with the guys... But at that moment Linda's hair was just a nuisance to her. The weather outside was too hot, and so was the temperature inside. Sweat trickled down her forehead and the rest of her body. Linda brought her hand to the nape of her neck, feeling the dampness. She lifted her hair and then let it fall, heaving a deep sigh. She sprang out of bed, heading for the small wooden balcony leading off from her room, the room she and her sister Nikki shared. A mild breeze met her face when she slid the door open. She breathed in deeply, as if to mask another sigh. She looked down, watching the passersby on the street below and the people strolling in the small park opposite. It was dark -- about 10:30, Linda guessed. Although the park and the street had their fair share of lamps, the light was not enough for her to recognize faces. She could hear them laugh, though. They were having fun... and that made her sad. Linda was alone in the opulent, oversized, white-washed beach house, feeling her loneliness acutely. Her sisters had gone with Mr. Cool's gang to Sweeney's, the groovy dance club bursting with rhythm, and pretty faces and scantily-clad luscious bodies. She loved to dance, to feel the beat filling her senses, her muscles, her brain, with energy. She loved the way the guys looked at her on the dance floor, pointing at her, probably making non-p.c. remarks such as "what a nice piece of ass" she was... Guys were predictable, Linda thought, too damned predictable... Well, most of them. Girls, on the other hand, were able to surprise her sometimes. They could be as sweet and gentle as her sisters Nikki and Jeannie, saying how great she looked, or bitches straight from hell, threatening her that one day they would get her and cut her "shitty" face up. They said she acted as if she owned S.F. High... Linda looked up to the sky, sadness flooding her heart. `Why are people so mean?' she cried out to herself. She tried not to cry but soon tears ran down her cheeks. She sniffled, wiping her face dry with her fingers and the back of her hand. If Mom saw her do that, she would surely get a chew-out. A proper lady should always use a handkerchief, Mom would gripe. Mom and Dad weren't home, though. They were on a cruise on the yacht belonging to Jonathan and Molly Bell, their closest friends. Mom and Dad spent more time with the Bells than with their own daughters, or so it seemed to Linda. Linda swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat. She sniffled again. Linda thought about calling Rick and having him come over. Rick would be the perfect distraction to drive away those sick thoughts about Nikki. Inviting Rick, though, conflicted with Mom's Rule Number One -- no boyfriends allowed in the beach house. Unwittingly that strict rule had strengthened the bond Linda had with her sisters. The four of them were stuck with each other and having fun together had come naturally. There would be ups and downs among them but the bottom line was definitely positive. What Linda loved most about Nikki was that she could discuss EVERYTHING with her sister. There were no secrets between them. All fears, anxieties, loves, guys, sex, were discussed without holding back. She trusted Nikki with her life. She loved to talk to her. She loved the way her sister listened, with her attentive blue-gray eyes wide open as if Nikki breathed in every word she said. In addition, Nikki was a warm person, never shying away from physical contact. Hugging and kissing and cuddling up together had become so natural between Linda and Nikki that none of them thought twice about it. This closeness contrasted markedly with the way Linda related to most if not all her female friends. Come to think of it, they rarely touched each other and if they did it felt so fake and "forced". There was always this fear hanging in the air of someone calling them "lesbians". `Damn it!' Linda cursed mentally. It just wasn't fair. Linda looked out once again at the skyline and the lights of a beach resort full of rich people and rich kids with too much money. She wondered if Nikki and the twins were enjoying themselves at Sweeney's. She was almost tempted to join them, but the prospect of facing the bouncers alone didn't appeal to her. `Too late now, Linda,' she rebuked herself, regretting now her decision to stay at home. Running away from the source of her inner turmoil wasn't helping much. She thought constantly about Nikki, and the more she did so, the guiltier she felt. She had urges to cry, her chest drawing in air unevenly. She exhaled, sighing, and returned to her room. She opened a book, tried to read but couldn't even finish the first page. She was restless and afraid... Afraid of what? Of Nikki? Her sweet sister Nikki? Nikki wouldn't hurt her... Then what? Her feelings for Nikki? Was she falling in love with Nikki? Or was it just sex? Linda shook her head, turning off the bedside lamp, leaving her room submerged in almost complete darkness. Linda lay on her bed almost in a trance, hearing distant noises and voices outside. She shut her eyes, feeling her heart hammering inside her chest, her body covered with sweat. Suddenly she sat up on the bed. She heard a creaking sound coming from downstairs. Burglars? It was too early for her sisters to be back from Sweeney's. They wouldn't go to the trouble of getting past the bouncers with their fake IDs just for a couple of hours of fun. Linda wavered between going downstairs or calling the cops. Before she could make up her mind, hurried steps echoed in the hall, the door swung open and Nikki walked into the room. Linda's heart still thumped. She wanted to complain about her sister scaring her, not yelling to say she was home, and then just charging into the room unannounced. But her anxiety was deeper than the fear of a burglar. Her double anxiety left her silent, unable to speak. "Hi!" she heard Nikki say. It was a curt greeting but Linda didn't find it surprising. Their last interaction had been far from being friendly. Summoning up all her strength, Linda whispered, "You're early." Her voice sounded hoarse and tentative. She cleared her throat. "Is that a complaint?" "No, you just scared me... I didn't expect you so early." "I was worried about you. I tried to "blend in" at Sweeney's but I knew you were not OK. I just couldn't stay there and enjoy myself... Mr. Cool got pissed off when I left, but I don't care." Nikki closed in, turning on the bedside lamp and sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at Linda, noticing that her sister's green eyes still looked dejected. "Are you feeling better now?" Linda shrugged, looking away. "Is there something on your mind?" Nikki pressed on. Linda shook her head, still looking down at the covers of her bed. "Why don't you talk to me, Linda? Why are in such a mood? I don't recognize you any more. I haven't seen you this sad in ages... You're always so cheerful and happy and... alive. But now it seems something is troubling you and you don't tell me. I find you crying. When I want to discuss it, you just bang the door in my face." "I'm sorry, Nikki. It's just-" Linda's eyes met Nikki's for a short moment but Linda couldn't stand her sister's probing look any longer. She averted her gaze once more. "It's just- It's so hard..." "What? What's hard?" Linda let herself stretch out on the bed, covering her face with her hands. She sighed again and looked at her sister's worried, pretty face. Nikki looked so beautiful with makeup on, and the pair of earrings she had "borrowed" from Mom. She wore a long black close-fitting dress, also Mom's. Eventually Linda's eyes fell on Nikki's cleavage, tracing the contours of her sister's breasts and guessing where the nipples pressed against her bra. An immediate response ripped through Linda's lower belly and her own nipples, leaving her utterly confused and ashamed. She felt the burning in her cheeks, glad that she, after all, wore her hair long, the perfect curtain to fend off prying eyes. "What's hard, Linda?" Nikki insisted, lying down beside her sister. Linda's mouth opened and shut without a sound. Linda stared at the ceiling, or a point in space beyond it, her mind miles away. Nikki kept watching Big Sis, her elbow propping up her upper body. Over time that position became uncomfortable, forcing Nikki to rest her head on Linda's bed, releasing her sore elbow from the weight of her body. Neither of them spoke, their breathing the only sound in the room. Suddenly, Linda's green eyes left the ceiling and faced her younger sister. Linda made an attempt to smile but the muscles of her face rebelled. Then, out of the blue, she said, "You're so beautiful." Nikki shook for a moment, taking in the intensity of Linda's stare. It felt odd and it was frightening... but at the same time fascinating. There was this strange glitter to Linda's eyes that made Nikki shudder. She felt Linda's fingers touching her cheeks while brushing her hair away from her face. Because the contact tickled, Nikki pulled away, giggling. "No, I'm not... You're the pretty one." "No, just look at yourself and see how gorgeous you are. You can get any guy you want." Nikki looked at her sister, wondering what was behind all this sucking-up. A few years ago compliments coming from Linda were always a prelude to trouble. Kind words often laid the groundwork for wheedling favors, such as covering up for Big Sis every time she wanted to sneak out of the house at night and meet a guy. They fought and accused each other of being selfish and irresponsible. But in the end Big Sis always won and got her way. Linda knew how to handle her younger sister and, in particular, her younger sister's guilt. Over the years Linda had grown wiser and less enthusiastic about her night-time escapades. She was older and so allowed to stay out till later. The thrill of the forbidden fruit fizzled out, and so had Linda's willingness to risk grounding for something she now wrote off as immature behavior. Linda's early recklessness had given way to responsibility and poise. Instead of losing her popularity, the guys swarmed around her like flies flying around a honey pot. They had finally found someone they could depend on, and even be friends with. "You taught me that, Lin," Nikki said, breaking the silence and getting closer to Linda. "You showed me how." "No, I didn't." "Yes, you did. I saw how you handled the guys and how popular you were... and are. I wanted the same, you know, so I tried to copy you... Remember when you used to call me "copycat"? I hated you for it but you were right... I was a copycat." "No, you weren't. I-" "Yes, I was. I'd always look at you and pay attention to everything you said and did." Nikki paused for a moment, swallowing. "You'd shout at me, saying that I should stop following you and get a life. Don't you remember that?" "Yes, but-" Linda cut herself off, seeing the hidden pain behind the blue-gray of her sister's eyes. "Oh Nikki, I am sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to shout at you. I was young and didn't know better... although I still think you should get a life." Nikki looked closely at her sister and soon saw a shadow of a smile on Linda's mouth. Nikki gave a chuckle, aware that her sister's jab was a joke, Linda's way of saving them both from any further aggravation caused by past grievances. For a long moment they stared at each other, Nikki shuddering again by the intense, almost mysterious pull of Linda's eyes. Linda's hands kept stroking her hair, uncovering her face and her right ear. Linda didn't tickle her any more. Nikki's face had grown used to Linda's touch, becoming warmer and less tense. All of a sudden Nikki felt Linda's arms sliding around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies touched. Before long Big Sis began to kiss her cheek. Nikki trembled and her face burned as if on fire. She had been kissed before by Big Sis but these kisses felt different, very, very different... She couldn't understand why her heart beat so fast, why her breathing sounded so uneven... Nikki opened her mouth, breathing in more deeply, feeling the corner of Linda's lips against hers. Without quite understanding the meaning of it all, Nikki was kissed by Linda, lips on lips, each tongue exploring the other. She let Linda kiss her, too overwhelmed to refuse, too confused to respond. As unexpectedly as it all started, Linda broke their kiss, turning her back on Nikki and sitting up on the edge of her bed, shaking. "I'm sorry, Nikki... I don't know what's gotten into me." Nikki sat up as well. She liked Linda's kiss, the overwhelming intensity of it. Linda had never been this tender to her. They'd never been this close. She enjoyed that closeness. Whenever she was with Linda, she felt safe, loved, taken care of. Confused ideas rushed through Nikki's mind, not knowing what to do next. Little by little, it became clear that she wanted Linda to kiss her again, to feel Linda's mouth and hands "killing" her with soft caresses. But Linda seemed so upset about their kiss. She reached for Linda and hugged her, feeling the softness of her sister's tummy and waist. She felt her nipples grow stiff against Linda's back. She was getting excited. It felt wonderful to be able to touch and smell Linda's hair -- silkiness mixed with a sweet fragrance, so typical of Linda. "Linda?" "Yes?" "I want you to go on." Linda turned to face her, ending the embrace. "What do you mean?" "About kissing me. I liked it." "I thought you hated it. I thought you hated me..." Nikki shook her head. Taking the initiative, she threw her arms around Linda's neck and kissed her hard, with passion, pulling her sister down with her. They kissed so that tongues searched for each other. Nikki loved it. She'd never been kissed like that before -- so passionately, so desperately. She couldn't understand why Linda had started it, but that didn't matter any more. Linda held her tight, so tight she was afraid she was going to suffocate. And it made her happy, so damned happy. Her beautiful big sis, the object of lust of so many, was kissing her, making love to her as if tomorrow was the end of the world. Linda slid down and kissed her neck, moving back to her ear, nibbling at it, sending shudders of pleasure up her spine. Then her sister's mouth went for the cleavage of her dress. Her back arched up, trying to increase the contact between Linda's mouth and her breasts. Her legs pressed together against Linda's thigh. Only then Nikki realized how wet she had become, her sex pulsating, her womb becoming alive. Suddenly Linda stopped. "Why did you stop?" Nikki asked, afraid that her sister was having second thoughts. "I thought you didn't want it any more." "NO! Please, DON'T stop." To prove her point, she passionately kissed Linda's lips, so tasty, so delicious. They were soft, so wonderfully soft, with none of a guy's roughness. "Please, go on. Please." Linda was astounded by Nikki's pleading, still battling with her conscience. She was older than her sister, and it was up to her whether to stop what she had started. Linda looked at her sister's eyes, so eager, twinkling with desire and lust for her. It felt unreal, almost like a dream... "Please, Linda... PLEASE... Please, don't stop." Linda shook, Nikki's pleading engraving itself in her mind, like a hot iron leaving its mark on naked skin. Linda returned to Nikki's embrace and they kissed once more. Linda's hands found their way to the zipper of Nikki's dress. Desire was taking over. "May I?" she asked, still wavering between zipping open Nikki's dress or stopping everything right there. "Don't ask me anything. Just do what you want... If you wanna fuck me, just FUCK me." Linda was shocked, not so much by the use of the four-letter word -- something absolutely forbidden at home -- as by her sister's willingness and desire. Nikki's shapely legs kept brushing on Linda's thigh. On an irresistible impulse, her hand landed between Nikki's legs. Nikki moaned into Linda's mouth, producing the most erotic shudder in Linda's body. The shudder converged on her sex, Linda becoming deeply aware of her arousal, the slow buildup of her love secretions. Linda wondered how could this be. They had known each other all their lives. Why now? Why this? Linda's hands slowly but steadily relieved Nikki's body of the "stolen" dress. Nikki's inviting, round full breasts, caught her eyes -- those globes of female flesh, the cause of her downfall. It was the contact of her own breasts with Nikki's that had triggered this mad, crazy desire... Unable to hold back, her hands touched her sister's breasts, feeling their inebriating softness through the lacy fabric of Nikki's bra. Nikki moaned softly, her eyes closed, feeling Linda's mouth on her breasts, kissing them, Big Sis's hands reaching to open her bra. They used the same brand so opening it was no problem. "Hurry," Nikki complained. "Kiss them, lick them... Please..." Linda looked down at Nikki, her tongue feeling how dry her lips were. She did as she was told, returning to the roundness and softness of Nikki's breasts, kissing them, licking them, playing with them. Linda couldn't get enough of it. It was paradise. "Nice... That's feels nice, Lin. Go on, please. Kiss me hard, kiss me tender. Just drive me crazy, CRAZY." Linda smiled a little, going for Nikki's trim tummy, kissing her navel. "Lin..." Nikki whimpered, wriggling her torso. "Don't tease me. Let's get undressed." Linda stared at Nikki, finding it hard to believe what her sister was saying. It was as casual as though they'd been lovers for years. Nikki's boldness and matter-of-fact tone of voice didn't betray the unusualness of their lovemaking. Nikki's blue-gray eyes still twinkled, displaying their lust, Nikki's desire for her. Linda closed her eyes, her qualms surfacing again. Nikki took the lead though, not giving her time to think. Nikki made her roll over. Sitting up on the bed, she pulled Linda's T-shirt up, and tried to remove her sister's shorts. "Help me out, Lin," she protested, giggling and falling on top of Linda. Nikki kissed her, her mouth hungry for those pouting, sensual lips. Linda, so beautiful, and was hers. HERS. This thought excited her, for her beautiful big sis wanted her, yearned for her, as if she was a guy... No, not a guy... `I'm definitely a girl,' Nikki thought, `and that's the confusing part.' Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Nikki peeled off her dress and, without losing a second, returned to Linda, embracing her, kissing her lips, and pressing her sex against her sister's through the fabric of their panties. Nikki could feel the warmth and the dampness down there, sensing Linda's undeniable excitement, so similar to her own. Fascinated by Linda's breasts, she started teasing them, playing with them, her eyes observing her sister's nipples growing stiff against her bra. Big Sis's boobs were slightly bigger than hers, Nikki realized, another reason why she used to envy her so much. But now, those mounds of soft, sensual flesh were hers to enjoy, to feel, caress, kiss, suck... She swallowed, opening her legs and straddling Linda's thigh, enjoying the pressure on her vagina. She began to kiss Linda's breasts, licking the white lace of her bra, getting high on Sis's fragrance and softness. She went for the cleavage, trying to nuzzle her bra down. Linda wasn't patient, though. Her sister snapped it open and hurled it to the floor. They laughed as Linda's bra landed where Nikki's lay. "Even our own bras are so hot they want to have sex with each other," Nikki quipped. "Yes," Linda whispered with a troubled, husky voice. "Come, come to me. Don't make me wait." Nikki moved in closer, kissing her sister, sucking her saliva, kneading those full breasts of hers. She scrambled toward those waiting pink nipples, and she licked and sucked them, like a baby, like a lover, until Linda moaned. Nikki kept moving Linda's breasts up and down, enthralled by their softness. Linda's hands touched her hair, tenderly, while she rubbed herself on her sister's thigh. `This is getting too much,' Nikki thought. `This can't be real.' Big Sis moaned again, convincing her of this reality. They kissed some more. `I'm falling in love with her,' Nikki thought. Maybe she had been in love with Linda all her life and hadn't realized it. That feeling of belonging made her bite Linda's lips. Linda was taken by surprise but Nikki knew she liked it. She moved her hand down Linda's slender body and touched her between her legs, feeling how moist her sister was. She pushed Linda's shorts further down and slipped her hand under her panties. Linda heaved a deep sigh, trying to press her thighs together, which was prevented by Nikki's leg in between. Linda searched Nikki's beautiful eyes through her sister's disheveled hair and made Nikki kiss her once more. They kissed while her sister's hands frolicked inside her sex. "Ooohhh... that's nice, Nikki." "I know," she said, smiling. "I know, Sis. And let's get rid of your shorts. And our panties too." Nikki pulled her up until they got to their feet. They looked at one another's flushed faces for a moment. Then they laughed and hugged each other. "Come on, Sis. Help me out with these tight shorts of yours." "Sure, ma'am." When Linda's shorts fell to the floor, they kissed again, Nikki's hands working on her sister's bottom, pulling her closer. Linda's tongue found its way to Nikki's neck and up to her sister's ear, making her tremble and go weak. "Sisss," Nikki hissed, "you drive me crazy. No guy's managed to do that, ever." Her hands were busy slipping under Linda's panties. Her fingers touched her sister's mound, feeling their way, penetrating Linda's sex. "You're wet, Sis," Nikki whispered, unable to contain her exhilaration. "You're wet for me." "Yes!" That's all Linda could say. After shedding the rest of their clothes, they returned to the bed, Nikki still calling all the shots. Linda preferred it that way, for Nikki was younger and thus the most vulnerable to... what?... abuse? Linda shook her head, driving away that depressing, scary reasoning. She directed her thoughts to her sister and how good Nikki made her feel. Nikki's naked young body against hers was such an incredibly erotic experience. `The forbidden fruit,' she thought. `It must be.' Nikki kept kissing Linda, slowly. Her sister's lips didn't seem to tire of hers. They went on kissing for an eternity, enjoying the contact, mouth against mouth, tongues playing inside, smothering their soft moaning. Nikki's eagerness for kisses was unlike anything Linda had ever experienced before. Her dates kissed her all right. But the guys soon got so worked up that their willingness to go slow and wait for the right signs evaporated, and that ruined everything. Nikki, however, took her time, her svelte thigh brushing against Linda's sex, Nikki's hand playing with Linda's engorged breasts, her mouth exploring Linda's nipples, sucking them, leaving a trace of saliva behind and returning to her mouth again. From time to time, Nikki's hand slid down to Linda's vulva, her slim fingers going slightly in and out, making sure she wouldn't hurt her, unlike some of Linda's boyfriends, who tried to finger-fuck her without caring if she was ready or not for full penetration. She was ready now. "Sis, fuck me," Linda whispered, driving her sister close. "Please." Nikki's answer was a full-blown kiss on her half-open mouth. Nikki smiled for a second but soon enough she got back her earnest look. Linda loved her sister's intentness. Apparently Nikki took her pleasure very seriously, Linda thought. And while kissing her, Nikki's fingers prowled over her body and stopped at her breasts, pressing them together, making her moan with pleasure. Instinctively, Linda opened her legs for Nikki. Her sister's fingers touched her small patch of blond pubic hair and went for the wet folds below. "Do it! Don't tease me!" Nikki licked her own lips, smiling at her sister once again, watching her close her eyes. Nikki's fingers explored Linda's vulva, feeling the waves of pleasure they were creating in that beautiful young girl's body. The realization that she was making love with her own sister excited her. Aroused by this stimulus, she was accelerating her attentions toward Linda's sex, soaking her fingers with Linda's secretions, and joyfully filling her nostrils with the musky scent of female desire. Her fingers began to penetrate Linda, harder and ever harder. "Yes, Nikki... That's it... Go on... Ooohhh... Uuuhhhhmmmm..." Nikki silenced her, putting her breast in front of Linda's mouth. She correctly guessed at her sister's desires. Nikki knew Linda well when Big Sis wanted something. When Linda started to suck her nipple, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her masturbate against Linda's hip bone. "Yes, Nikki, go on," Linda begged. "DON'T stop." Her fingers moved closer to Linda's clitoris, rubbing against it. "Oohh," her sister sighed, "it's so GOOD, so damned fucking good. Say you're fucking me." "I'm fucking you," Nikki answered, without relenting on her action, her hand completely drenched by her sister's secretions. "Yes, you fucking me... and fucking me good... fucking my brains out." If Nikki wasn't so horny herself she would have found it hilarious. She was almost coming: Big Sis's moans, her mouth on her nipples were wonderful. Linda's lower belly started to buck like a wild animal, urging Nikki's fingers further in. Linda started to come, the walls of her vagina pulsating around Nikki's wet fingers. She kept titillating Linda's clitoris to prolong her sister's pleasure until Linda collapsed, exhausted. After a few minutes, Linda was anxious to reciprocate the satisfaction. Nikki did as she was told, opening her legs and brushing her sex on Linda's thigh. "Go on!" said Linda, putting her hands on Nikki's bottom to increase the grinding against her own slippery thigh. Nikki's secretions were all over her, and that excited her beyond words. While Nikki slid back and forth, her breasts swayed and brushed against Linda's globes of flesh, hard nipples against hard nipples, soft skin against soft skin. Nikki convulsed with her orgasm, closing her eyelids and exhaling deeply. A few seconds later, Linda had her second. They lay there, holding each other close, Nikki kissing Linda tenderly. Linda kept her eyes shut, shuddering from time to time, enjoying the intensity of it, all the pleasure Nikki had given her. She was speechless, amazed by her own excitement and response to Nikki's sensuality. "Am I dreaming, Nikki?" she asked, opening her eyes. "Nope," Nikki answered, shaking her head, a smile appearing on her flushed face. "It feels like it." Then Linda screamed, "Ouch! That hurt!" Nikki's smile widened into a full-fledged grin. "Yes, it hurt, Sis... but now you know you ain't dreaming... Right?" Linda laughed, wrapping her sister's waist in her arms, kissing her, feeling Nikki's long hair on her face, her heart beating faster, her sense of smell and touch sharpened by the scent of sex in the air, and the warm, soft feel of Nikki's naked body against hers. "I love you." "I love you," Nikki replied. "Don't say that, because I may believe you." "You should... because it is the truth." Linda smiled and kissed Nikki once again, still feeling Nikki's warmth. The juices of pleasure ran between their legs. Their bodies shivered from time to time. Neither of them wanted that moment to end. But it would end, sooner or later, Linda thought. Sisters being lovers?... That was unheard-of. Linda's sadness crept back, her exhilaration again slowly overcome by guilt. She swallowed, her arms pressing her sister closer, fighting that growing fear of losing Nikki. Her sister said she loved her. Just words... that meant nothing... or did they? Linda looked at her sister and smiled. Nikki had fallen asleep, in her arms. After all, Nikki's sluggish nature was a blessing. After all, she loved her sister for it, because Nikki's sloth had been the immediate cause for their lovemaking. Linda shut her eyes, trying to sleep as well, vowing she would no longer tease her sister for her laziness... 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