Message-ID: <27413asstr$973995004@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 22:42:52.0967 (UTC) FILETIME=[8F9F4B70:01C04B67] Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sisters (ff, teen, inc) - Chapters 3 and 4 Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 21:10:04 -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 CHAPTER THREE: DANGER Linda slowly opened her sleepy eyes and began listening attentively to the sounds of the night. She heard a rustling sound in the hall, perhaps the sound that had woken her. All at once she sat up and gently but firmly made Nikki roll off her. "What?" Nikki asked, snapping out of her lethargy and becoming scared. Linda made a motion for her to keep quiet. Because of their mad, crazy lust for each other, they had forgotten to close the door of their room. Linda wrapped herself in her robe, noticing they had fallen asleep with the bedside lamp on. Step by step Linda headed for the hall, her pulse accelerating. She didn't know exactly what to expect. Burglars? The twins? Hopefully, just a mouse or the wind... The hall was too dark to see whether someone was lurking in the shadows, waiting for "his" chance to pounce on her. After a few moments of hesitation, she switched on the hall light. No one was in the hall -- not even the cat... Smiling to herself and heaving a sigh of relief, she concluded, `This ain't a thriller, by the way.' Proceeding to the twins' room, she kept repeating those words as if they had the power to guard her against whatever evil might be hidden in the darkness. She swung the door open. As far as she could see, there was no one in the twins' room either. `Maybe I dreamt the whole thing,' she thought. When she was about to give up her search, the same rustling sound came from Mom's and Dad's room. This time she was sure of it. The door was half open. Someone was definitely there. "Who's there?" she called out, her entire body now tense. "Who's there?" she repeated louder. She didn't dare to go in, fearing the worst. She retreated hurriedly to her room to fetch her softball bat. "What's happening, Linda?" Nikki asked. Linda saw fear in her sister's eyes, the very same eyes which had looked so hungry for her love just a few moments ago. Nikki's feminine body, which had given her so much pleasure, now looked so frail. No one was going to take that away from her, Linda decided, enjoying that sudden surge of fearlessness. "Just stay put. I don't think it's anything serious... I'll take the bat just in case..." Linda lied. She didn't want to scare her sister any more than she was scared already. With the bat she prodded open the door of her parents' room. She stood still for a while, listening, searching for any clue betraying the presence of an intruder. Holding her breath, she reached for the switch and turned on the lights. "What the hell..." she began. Behind her parents' king-size bed, Zo and Jeannie were huddled together, making a futile attempt to hide. Linda couldn't believe her eyes. She realized the twins must have heard and seen everything. And now what?! Linda ordered Zo and Jeannie out, taking them into her own room. As they filed in, Linda felt a pang of shame. Nikki's and her own scent was all over the place and it was obvious that Nikki was naked under the sheets of a bed that wasn't hers. There was no denying it. The twins knew about what had happened. The question now was how to deal with it. Linda was perfectly aware that if she didn't handle it right, Nikki and herself would be fingered by the twins, not only to Mom and Dad but also to all of their friends. They all sat there without speaking -- Linda next to Nikki, the twins on the two wicker chairs. Jeannie kept her head down, staring at the floor, looking frightened and ashamed. Zo did look up, but soon evaded Linda's eyes. Minutes of silence passed until Zo spoke, looking at the bat now leaning against the wall, beside the wardrobe. "I hope you weren't going to hit us with it." "Of course not," said Linda, showing her anger. "If you hadn't snuck in, nothing like this would've happened." "We didn't sneak in. We were just going to our room when... We were just surprised. We didn't expect-" Zo interrupted herself before it was too late. She was saying too much -- lying, actually. When Zo and Jeannie came back home, they looked at each other with surprise in their eyes as they heard strange sounds. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs. They listened carefully and had great difficulty in believing what they heard. Long, soft moans came from upstairs, as if a couple were making out in their older sisters' room. Nervously they giggled at each other. They both were embarrassed, coming to the conclusion that Linda's headache had been no more than an excuse. They thought Linda had planned everything to be alone with Rick, and to have sex with him. Wanting to spy on their oldest sister making love with her boyfriend, Zo and Jeannie climbed the stairs with the utmost care, silently. As they reached the hall they hesitated, doing their best not to giggle every time they heard Linda moan. Their older sisters' bedroom door was wide open, bathing the dark hallway with a beam of weak light. Zo and her twin leaned against the wall, just two strides away from their sisters' bedroom doorway. They listened. Two female voices were speaking too softly for them to understand a word of what they were saying. It seemed as though Nikki was inside as well, Zo realized; and that made sense, for Nikki had come back home earlier... A distant feeling that something odd was happening occurred to Zo . This possibility was quickly dismissed by Jeannie's whispered suggestion that Linda and Nikki were both sharing Rick. Covering their mouths with their hands, Zo and Jeannie stifled their laughter. Their curiosity piqued, they peeped around the doorframe of their sisters' room, remaining hidden by the corner of the private bathroom wall. Stupefaction struck them. Their eyes opened wide. Nikki was making love to Linda -- without Rick! That was... breathtaking, the last thing they had expected. A terrible sense of shame washed over Zo as she recalled when she first saw Linda and Nikki making love, so passionately, as if they were a couple of... lesbians? She was ashamed because her own body reacted to Linda's moaning, Big Sis begging Nikki to penetrate her with her fingers. Her sisters' good looks, their flowing blond hair, reminded Zo of the lesbian pictures she had seen in Dad's girlie magazines. She had even once masturbated while ogling one of them. At the beginning, looking at those pictures had been all too exciting. But as soon as the pleasure ebbed away, she became disgusted at herself. She was no lesbian, and she had no intention of letting Mom or her sisters catch her with such a magazine. "So, what'd you expect?" charged Linda, tired of waiting for Zo to explain her peeping. "You were spying on us, weren't you? From the beginning. Why didn't you say anything? Because you liked what you saw, huh?" And again Linda could guess what Zo was thinking. Linda was the unquestioned leader of the household, sharp as a needle, very demanding, and always on the move. Sometimes even Mom and Dad bowed down to Linda's arguments. Mercy if she was mad at someone. Jeannie began to cry, surprising everyone. Zo moved closer to her twin sister, holding her, confused by her twin's sudden tearful fit. She tried to calm her down but Jeannie wouldn't stop. Linda drew near to Jeannie and gave her a hug, hushing her, evoking in Zo a sense of d j vu. It was not the first time that Linda took over their parents' responsibility, being mother and father to three girls yearning for love, comforting them or punishing them accordingly. Mom and Dad never stayed long at home -- a million parties to go to, yacht cruises they couldn't miss... "Why are you crying, honey?" Linda asked, not knowing what was happening inside Jeannie's head. Jeannie didn't know it herself. She just knew she liked Linda's sweet, warm hug. Jeannie shut her eyes, breathing in Big Sis's fragrance mixed with the distinct odor of sex, very similar to how her hand smelled when she masturbated before falling asleep. Now that the shock of finding their older sisters making love with each other had subsided, Jeannie relaxed, embracing Linda's waist. Feeling Big Sis so close, it didn't take long for the indelible image of Nikki making out with Linda to flash back into Jeannie's mind. Jeannie recalled Linda's ecstatic face, Nikki's triumph appearing in her smile, the tenderness they lavished upon each other. From that moment on, Jeannie knew she wanted the same. She wanted the same attention and tenderness. She wanted Linda to make love to her the same as she'd done to Nikki. She felt special when her eldest sister paid attention to her. That sudden intense craving made Jeannie aware of Linda's wonderful, full breasts against her face. She wanted to open Big Sis's robe and feel them with her hands. She wanted it so much that she started crying again. "What's the matter, Jeannie? Why are you crying? You always told me when anything hurt you. That didn't change. I'm still here for you." "Really?" asked Jeannie, still sobbing. "Of course, silly. The reason why Nikki and I were in bed... together... was because we've found out how much we love each other. And that is nothing to be ashamed of." "Really?" "Yes, really." Linda smiled, seeing hope in her youngest sister's light blue eyes. "And if..." "If, what?" Jeannie couldn't say it out loud. It was too weird. She just cuddled herself closer to Linda, holding her willowy waist even tighter, making Linda's bosom more prominent and harder to overlook. Swallowing, she finally dared act. Her hand headed for the opening of Linda's robe, uncovering her sister's breasts. Linda didn't stop her. Jeannie was starving for affection. She was never happy with the guys she dated. She was always complaining and pointing out their shortcomings, calling them immature, clumsy, crackbrained and plain stupid. Linda shut her eyes, feeling Jeannie's lips sucking on her nipples, which in a matter of seconds had become powerfully erect. She gasped, pulling Jeannie's head toward her breast. That intense feeling of pleasure didn't last long, though, as Jeannie's lips were yanked away from her nipple with unexpected violence. She opened her eyes, realizing that Zo had just knocked Jeannie down. Pulling Jeannie up and covering her breasts with her robe, Linda yelled, "What's the matter with you, Zo ?" "What's the matter with YOU, I ask. You... I can't believe what you're doing. This is gross." "Why?" It was a simple question to which Zo had no answer. She had more or less enjoyed watching Linda and Nikki together, but Jeannie with Linda bothered her beyond reason. "She's just jealous," Jeannie huffed, pulling herself together. "She's always jealous about my boyfriends. She just can't stand them. She-" "Stop it, Jeannie!" Linda's stare was hard and serious. Jeannie knew that Linda never allowed bickering among them. She was the one who gave the example, never criticizing anyone lightly. Linda was the reason they had such a close bond. She nurtured a positive attitude toward her sisters. Badmouthing anyone was totally off limits. Linda looked at Zo , then back at Jeannie. She inhaled deeply, pulling her hair back with her hands, which began to tremble. She licked her dry lips, concentrating on her own breathing, looking down, as though the solution to the problem at hand lay on the floor. "Zo is right," Linda said, looking up. "Zo is right?" Jeannie repeated, raising her voice, scowling at Linda and then at Zo . Linda licked her lips again and said, "Yes... We'd better stop, now. Mom and Dad will be back tomorrow..." "So?" "Jeannie," Linda said, desperation creeping in, "listen to me. This is not right." "What? What's not right?" Linda swallowed, seeing her kid sister's expression change. Jeannie's face didn't look surprised any more. There was fear in those light blue eyes. "Jeannie, let's forget about it. It was my mistake. I shouldn't have... We shouldn't have..." "We shouldn't have? What are you talking about?" Jeannie was screaming by now, almost hysterical. "You mean it is OK for you and Nikki to make out, but it's wrong for you to make love to me?" "Jeannie, calm down. I-" "I understand," Jeannie said, gritting her teeth. "I know when I'm not wanted." Saying this, she made a half-turn and stormed out of the room. The three girls heard hurried steps on the hall. Then a door banged violently, the whole house shuddering as they shuddered. "Nice going, Sis," raged Zo , as Linda's eyes returned to her. "Nice going," she repeated, making it her turn to leave the bedroom, casting, as she went, a last disapproving glance at her eldest sister. Linda let herself fall on her bed, rubbing her face furiously with her hands. She just didn't know what to do. It seemed as though her worst fears had come true. Things were escalating and getting out of hand. A hand touched her shoulder, making her spring to her feet and away from that contact that felt as though she was being branded like a steer on the ranch. "Please, don't. I can stand it." Reasoning quickly, Linda added, "Not tonight, please..." "I just wanted-" "I know, Nikki. I know... Let's just go to bed and get some sleep. I'll talk to the twins tomorrow." * * * Linda wanted to fall asleep, but strange thoughts were swirling through her head. The memories of an odd, unusual, overwhelming sexual encounter kept coming back to her, leaving her excited and exhausted at the same time. She turned to gaze at Nikki, who had fallen asleep as if nothing had happened between them. Nikki's "I love you" still reverberated in Linda's ears... but people say it so often without really meaning it. Linda envied Nikki's ability to sleep. Two years before, they had gone to Europe to visit Dad's Scottish relatives. These distant members of the family lived in a huge castle, a scary, spooky place full of corridors and long shadows, old portraits and dusty antique furniture. The bedrooms were as somber as the rest of the castle, with its ancient mahogany chests and armoires, and more paintings portraying ancestors whose stare never left them. Linda was fifteen at the time, Nikki thirteen -- almost fourteen -- and frightened as hell. They couldn't believe that Dad wanted them to sleep in such a place, but he was adamant that they stay. Dad didn't want to hurt the feelings of his cousins, Jeremy McDougall and his wife, by declining their hospitality. At night, Nikki crawled into Linda's bed. She said she was too scared to sleep. Nikki made Linda hug her back and hold her hand to drive away her fears. With this warmth and comfort., Nikki fell asleep within minutes, without noticing how terrified her "guardian" was. Gusts of wind lashing the window panes scared Linda too, and kept her awake. She listened to every creak, wondering whether the house was haunted. Hundreds of people had lived and died in Jeremy McDougall's castle, even in that very bedroom. This thought made her shiver and she held Nikki's hand tight. She felt as though this contact had the power to drive off the ghosts that made her feel afraid. It was 6:35 AM when Linda woke up, realizing she was not in Scotland but at the beach house. She cast a glance at Nikki, who slept in her own bed, her naked shoulder blades and slender waist uncovered. Her sister wasn't wearing her pajama top. It had become unbuttoned during the fight which was the starting point for everything that had happened now between them. Or had it? For a short moment Linda wished it hadn't. She had to confront the twins and find a way to keep them from blowing the whistle. Linda kept staring at her sister's naked back, feeling the desire return in spite of herself. Nikki's long hair was spread out on her pillow. Her tanned, thin arm was bent, and her hand presumably was close to her sex. This thought made Linda bolt out of her bed and into the bathroom, in an attempt to quench her desire. `Am I becoming a one-track-minded moron?' she chided herself, looking in the mirror and feeling disgusted. `How can this be happening? She's your sister, Linda. Wake up and get real.' Linda washed her face vigorously, her thoughts running through her mind like little red devils swarming around her, whispering into her ear what she should do, what she should not forget. Linda went downstairs. It was too early for the showdown with the twins. Usually her sisters listened to her because she knew how to choose the right words, and she convinced them that her arguments were stronger than theirs. Her verbal skills (and her looks) had been put to good use by Mr. Rawlings, the principal of S.F. High. He wanted a spokesperson for the school, a "well-groomed" junior who would represent S.F. High's "high morals and standards of education". She was to be the bait to lure parents into entrusting their children to Mr. Rawlings's "center of excellence". `Center of excellence?' she thought, recalling the principal's own words. `Yeah, right.' Taking a carton of milk out of the refrigerator, Linda wondered about her cynicism. Paul and Lisa said she was too serious for her age, which surprised her. She thought she could lighten up with them, throwing good-humored jabs at her friends because she expected the same from them. Paul van Dyke was Rick's best friend. Paul had introduced Rick to her at a birthday party before the guys began to play their ear-splitting electric guitars and scream out their angry lyrics. They sounded like Offspring and Red Hot Chili Peppers put together, and that combination was quite interesting. Lisa Maxwell had been her best friend a long time ago. Linda couldn't tell exactly why they had grown away from each other... Boyfriends, she would say. Jealousy, perhaps. Linda poured some milk into a glass. When she was about to drink it, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see Jeannie staring at her, leaning against the doorjamb. She wore her off-white silk pajamas, her blond tresses hiding most of her folded arms. "Hi, Jeannie. Couldn't sleep?" Jeannie shook her head, walking in the kitchen, getting closer. "And you?" "Me neither." Holding out her glass, Linda asked, "Want some?" Jeannie shook her head again, remaining silent for a long minute, watching her sister drink the rest of her milk. Linda's gaze returned to her youngest sister, noticing the rings around her eyes. Much as she hated to raise the subject, having Jeannie next to her offered Linda the opportunity to secure the twins' silence without Zoe's interference. "Did you and Zo talk about last night?" she asked. "Not really." "Why?" Jeannie sighed, scratching her forehead, pulling up a chair and letting herself plump down on it. "Zo wanted to talk about it but I didn't. I was mad at you... Still am." "What do you want me to do?" Linda asked, raising her voice slightly. "Be fair." "What do you mean? You can't buy and sell me as if I am commodity you can use at will." Jeannie looked away, biting her lower lip. "OK, I see it's no use talking to you." Then she stood up and left the kitchen without looking back. Linda heard her sister rush upstairs. She braced herself to hear the door slam, a statement of an angry teenager, but nothing happened. She waited, listening for sounds from upstairs. Silence ensued, interrupted only by the sound of a passing car. Annoyed, Linda cursed the damned driver, who was preventing her from hearing whether Jeannie had in fact returned to her room. She decided to investigate, climbed up the stairs, scanning the hall above, and saw no one. "Jeannie," she called out as she reached the top of the stairs. Then she saw her sister sitting on the floor of the hallway, her back against the wall. Her legs were drawn up and her long hair covered her face, arms and upper body. Jeannie looked up, her eyes twinkling. "Are you all right?" Linda asked. Before Linda could crouch down beside her, Jeannie got up, and propped herself against the wall. "Yes," Jeannie replied, "but no thanks to you." "Oh, come on, Jeannie... Grow up." "You should grow up, Linda. Not me," retorted Jeannie angrily. "Yelling like that, you're gonna wake everybody up." "I don't care," Jeannie answered, shrugging. "Afraid of what Nikki's gonna say if she finds you're here with me?" "You know damned well that's not the point," Linda breathed out, as her youngest sister's anger and jealousy were becoming all too obvious. Jeannie had tightened her fists, as if she was considering getting physical. Linda was astonished by that possibility. Her whole body froze, as if waiting for Jeannie to pick a fight. Suddenly, the door next to them opened. "What is this? What are you doing here in the hall?" said Zo as she glared at Linda and Jeannie, her hands in her hips, waiting for an answer. Before Linda or Zo could speak, Jeannie clasped her twin's arm and said, "Nothing." Then she grabbed hold of Zo , took her back into their room, and slammed the door behind them. Finding herself alone in the hallway, Linda shrugged, made a half-turn, and returned to the kitchen. She was restless, her hands trembled, and her heart pounded. She didn't want to brood over what might happen if the twins told everything to Mom and Dad. Mom was so uptight about everything to do with sex -- Dad too, although it was no secret that he liked to goggle at naked women in his porno magazines. He probably jerked himself off at them, the way Rick and Paul did. Her father's double standards made her mad and left her confused. Her parents' hypocrisy sickened her. She swore to herself she'd never be like them. She'd teach her kids how to deal with their sexuality, by talking to them, letting them know it was all right what they felt and did as long as they didn't hurt anyone. She would teach them to be responsible, empowering them and letting them choose. Righteous adults should know better than to forbid anything without an explanation. They usually forget that the "forbidden fruit" is always the most tempting... * * * Nikki went downstairs, searching for Linda and the twins. She rubbed her eyes, yawning, chasing away the drowsiness she felt every time she slept in. She was surprised that none of her sisters had woken her up. Their promise of tickling her to death if she overslept was just an empty threat, after all. Crashing sounds came from the living room. Someone was watching TV, she correctly guessed. Passing through the doorway, she found Big Sis lounging on the couch, holding a small cushion. Although the TV was on, Big Sis's eyes stared blankly into space. A fearful chill shot through Nikki's body. It was unusual for her oldest sister to stay home and watch TV. Linda was too active and fidgety to be a couch potato... Besides, Linda's distant stare worried her. Her sister's blues were so out of character! "Hi, Linda. Where are the twins?" Linda looked at her, sitting up straight, her feet leaving the couch, her hands getting rid of the cushion. Big Sis pulled her hair back with both hands, sighing. "They went to the beach." "Without us?" "Yes." "You think..." "I don't know," Linda replied, raising her green eyes and facing Nikki for the first time. "I don't know what they're going to do... but sure as hell they're pissed off." The two of them made small talk intermittently for a while, silence taking over slowly. Neither of them wanted to imagine what would happen if the twins talked. What if they told Mr. Cool about them? They would be the subject of all the malicious gossip in the resort. Instead of being envied and adored, they would be outcasts. This prospect made Nikki gasp, realizing for the first time the far-reaching consequences of their lovemaking. Incestuous sisters?... That would surely make them talk! The rest of the afternoon whizzed by, Linda dreading the moment of her parents' return. Nikki suggested going to the mall and leaving the house for a while. It would do them good. There was nothing better than a shopping spree to forget one's problems. Linda laughed at Nikki's way of putting it, and even thought of thanking her with a kiss. She changed her mind promptly, for kissing Nikki had gained a totally different meaning. She didn't want to mislead her... They were sisters, and having sex with her was not right. Not right at all. While in the mall, Linda was unable to respond to Nikki's attempts to cheer her up. Nikki said that everything would be fine and that the twins wouldn't talk. What would they gain by squealing on their own sisters? Their own reputation would also be tarnished. The four of them were not just friends. They were family. The honor of all of them was at stake. To this Linda countered, "Honor? What honor? We're not Italian, Sis... I think you've been reading too many mob mysteries." When Linda and Nikki returned home, they found out Dad's Buick parked in the driveway. "They're home," said Nikki, her voice showing no emotion, just stating the fact. "Yes," Linda agreed, nodding. Taking hold of Nikki's arm, she added, "Let's go. We can't stay here all day long and daydream about tomorrow." They stepped into the house through the half-open front door. "Mom?" Linda called out from the bottom of the stairs. "Dad?" She waited for a while but got no answer. "Mom?" she cried out louder, climbing the stairs, her left hand sliding up the banister. "MOM?" "What, honey?" her mother's face appeared at the banister of the upstairs hall. "Why are you shouting like that? I'm not deaf." As she spoke, her mother took off her diamond earrings, the ones Grandma Greta had given her daughter, Marge Wesley, the day before she married the promising young engineer Fred McDougall. "D'you know where the twins are?" "Why on earth would I know that? Your father and I have just arrived from the most relaxing, fantastic yacht cruise... Aren't they with you?" "No," Linda replied, realizing how inane she'd been. To ask Mom where Zo and Jeannie were could trigger a series of unwanted questions. Her nerves had gotten the better of her, though. She took the initiative, adding, "They went to the beach... Nikki and I, we stayed home and went to the mall this afternoon." "It sounds like you had your bit of fun, honey," her mother said, her southern drawl becoming more perceptible. Mom had lived most of her life in Georgia and her favorite movie was Gone with the wind. "And aren't you forgetting something?" "Mom, not now... Anyway, you're already told us how great your weekend was." Before her mother could protest, Linda scurried down the stairs, her head beckoning Nikki to follow her into the back yard. As they walked by the living room doorway, a man's voice said, "Hello, girls... Doesn't your father deserve a welcome any more?" Linda and Nikki stopped in their tracks and looked at the six-foot tall, bulky man with immaculate white hair. His arms were open and he was puffing at a pipe like Popeye the sailor man. This was no time for wisecracks, Linda thought, resigning herself to being hugged by Dad and listening to his tales about the good time they had with the Bells and their elitist circle of friends. She hated it most when Mom and Dad tried to couple her with the sons of those empty-headed snobs, embarking on a mission to "save" her from Rick Hillman. Linda had yelled at them, making them understand she wouldn't have it. She'd chosen Rick as her boyfriend and she was not going to change her mind. Ever! When Zo and Jeannie came home, dinner was almost ready. They walked in the back door with their wetsuits on, explaining they had been surfing with Max and Pete. Once more Mom expressed her concerns about their hanging around with grownup men. They should look for more suitable company, someone their own age. "Mom," Zo protested, "they're our instructors. How are we supposed to learn without instructors?" "It's 7 PM... I can't imagine you've been surfing until now." "Oh, for chrisakes," Zo said, rolling her eyes and stomping out of the kitchen. "Come on, Jeannie. Let's go upstairs and change." * * * "So, how was your weekend?" Fred McDougall asked, taking two generous scoops of mashed potatoes onto his dish and scrutinizing his daughters with a wide smile. Nikki and Jeannie sat on his right and Linda and Zo on his left. Although he was paying attention to his daughters, Fred failed to notice how tense the four of them had become after his unsuspecting question. Linda straightened herself up on her chair, eyeing Zo and then Jeannie. Before Zo could answer their father's question, Linda said, "It was OK." "OK?" her mother asked, her brows arching up, helping herself to the broccoli. "Just OK?" "Yes," Linda replied, unable to hide her annoyance, while waiting for Zo to hand over the meat platter. "Some of us can settle for less, without overstating how happy we all are." "What's that supposed to mean, Linda?" Marge asked, taking the bowl of mashed potatoes and staring at her eldest daughter. "Nothing." A heavy silence hovered over the table, Linda avoiding her mother's inquiring eyes. "That must mean something, Linda, or you wouldn't say it." "Girls!" Fred exclaimed. "Let's not fight... Not tonight." "Yes," Jeannie agreed, breathing in and out deeply. Although the dinner prepared by Anita Perez, the cook, was delicious, it was consumed without the usual small talk and laughter. Fred tried his best to keep the conversation going, but Linda's ill-humored remark had soured his wife's mood. It seemed as though the battle of wills between mother and daughter was getting worse by the day. If his memory served him well, it all started when Linda turned fourteen and asked her mother's permission to spend her birthday with Chad Manson, a popular 16-year-old lady-killer who apparently had turned Linda's head. Marge, however, wouldn't hear of her daughter preferring the company of the neighborhood's troublemaker to her family's on such an important day. Chad Manson was no good, he was a bum, and probably a drug dealer... Since then Linda had become more circumspect and secretive about her dates, choosing her words carefully. Linda blamed Marge for ruining her life, for not understanding her. Sometimes Marge accused her husband of taking sides, sticking up for Linda more often than for his own wife. Strangely enough, he could feel an undercurrent of rage in Marge's words. That rage baffled him but he wasn't going to ask any more about it. Marge would most probably deny there was anything in it. As he always did after dinner, Fred headed for his den to fill up his pipe with fresh tobacco. There was nothing better than a good puff and a steaming cup of coffee for him to relax after such a long weekend with the Bells. Jonathan Bell was the president and the founder of Servenet, owning more than 40% of the voting shares. In other words, Jonathan was his boss, and the yacht cruises Jonathan organized were part of Servenet's informal way of conducting business. As he emptied his pipe into the small trashcan under his desk, Fred's eyes spotted his daughter Zo standing at the doorway. "Hello, Zo ... Come on in... I won't bite." His daughter didn't react, apparently oblivious to his jesting. Her long shiny hair covered the left side of her slender body, the fingers of her hands in the small pockets of her skin-tight blue jeans. Zo happened to be his favorite daughter, the one who'd jump on his lap, begging for a story. She listened to him with her attentive blue eyes wide open, giggling at the funny parts, and gaping if the story was really interesting. His other three daughters were more standoffish. He was certain that Linda set them against himself and his wife. He wished that Marge and Linda could settle their differences. Marge should moderate her inflexibility and Linda should be less of a stubborn brat. If that ever happened Fred was sure his household would be far more peaceful. Zo seemed anxious. Every now and then she looked back into the hallway as though making sure that no one had followed her. Fred came over to be close to his daughter. "What's the matter, Zo ?" he asked. "I'm not sure..." Zo said softly, teasing her lower lip with her teeth. Before Zo could continue, Linda showed up at the doorway and said, "Zo , I wanna talk to you." "Not now," Zo complained, twisting her arm free from Linda's grip. "I mean, NOW," Linda demanded, pulling her sister away from the doorway, and their astonished father. Putting her hands on Zoe's shoulders, Linda whispered, "If you want to ruin my life, go ahead... Tell them... tell them everything... But think about Nikki and Jeannie for once. What do you think Mom and Dad are going to do with them if they know, huh? Did you think about that?...This is not a prank, Zo . This is serious... They can break us apart because of this... Is that what you want?... Huh?... Tell me... Is that what you want?" Linda could see fear in her sister's eyes. Zo was speechless, flickering her eyelids and offering no resistance as her big sis pushed her against the wall. Their father closed in, wrenching Linda away from Zo . He took them both to his den and shut the door, waiting for an explanation for their outrageous behavior. Folding his arms, he ordered them to speak but neither of his daughters said a word, even after he threatened to ground them for two weeks. Once again Linda was able to wield her powerful influence on her younger sister. Realizing this, Fred sent Linda out of the den and approached Zo , questioning her gently. Still, his favorite daughter evaded his eyes and refused to talk. Much against his will and better judgment, he let his irritation show. His voice had grown too loud, scaring his daughter into even more resolute silence. Eventually he dismissed her, tired of waiting and convinced that he had ruined all his chances of hearing what was behind all that peculiar exchange between Linda and Zo . "Women," he sighed, as he opened the bag where he kept his favorite tobacco. He shook his head as he filled his pipe. His worries vanished as soon as he took the first draw. His eyes shut as he enjoyed the moment. Smiling, he left his den and returned to the living room, with the firm intention of allowing nothing and no one to spoil his favorite time of the day. 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 they 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 Zo . 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 Zo 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 Zo 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 whatsoever 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 Zo and Linda, and what Zo 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?" Zo 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 Zo 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 Zo 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," Zo said, making her way back to the beach, trembling. Without paying attention to Nikki, Zo 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 Zo , 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 Zo 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. "Zo 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 Zo ? 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 Zo 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 Zo . 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. Zo 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. Zo 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. Zo tried one day to bury the hatchet. Jeannie was getting ready for bed when she heard Zo 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 paintings 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 Zo 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 Zo 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. Zo was scratching her knee when she looked up and met Jeannie's stare. "What's up?" Zo 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, Zo 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, Zo 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, Zo ... 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," Zo 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 Zo 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... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+