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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sisters (ff, teen, inc) - Chapters 5 and 6
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CHAPTER FIVE:  SURRENDER

	Linda waved Tallulah Sorensen and Charlie Olmos good-bye, as she got into 
her Jeep and started the engine. Tallulah and Charlie had been seeing each 
other for two months now and the same old story was happening again: boy 
meets girl, who happens to be Linda's friend; boy has the hots for Linda, 
and girl doesn't have a clue about it.
	Charlie came on to her during lunch break. When his girlfriend wasn't 
looking, with the most matter-of-fact tone of voice he could muster up, 
Charlie "mentioned" he had tickets for the playoffs. In the same breath he 
asked if she wanted to go with him.
	"Sure," she replied impassively as if she hadn't understood his true 
intentions, "that'd be fun. Do you have one more? I'd like Rick to come 
along. He's really a big Lakers fan."
	"I've got only two," he replied, staring at her, with no hesitation in his 
voice.
	"What about Tallulah? I thought you two were serious about each other."
	"Not really."
	Linda looked at him and noticed his intent stare and how badly he wanted 
her to say yes. This kind of guy always gave her the creeps. Talk about 
obsessive types!
	"I'm sorry, Charlie, but-"
	"Don't say anything... Just think about it. You can give me the answer 
tomorrow."
	"My answer won't change, Charlie. Tallulah is my friend and I'm not 
planning to stab her in the back. Besides, I-" She held her tongue 
mid-sentence as Tallulah said good-bye to the girl she was talking to and 
turned to them, still grinning and slurping soda pop through a plastic 
straw.
	As Linda steered her Jeep out of the parking lot, she wavered between the 
decision to tell everything to Tallulah, or to ignore Charlie's invitation 
completely. Linda was afraid of Tallulah's reaction. She didn't want any 
repetition of what had happened between Mary Howard and herself. Mary still 
blamed her for Stan Rogers breaking up with her. Mary accused her of 
flirting with Stan and leading him on during a party a couple of weeks 
before. Linda tried to explain that wasn't true but Mary had already made up 
her mind. There was no argument on earth that would convince Mary of her 
innocence. The worst thing was to see how much Mary hated her for something 
she hadn't done. Linda had just smiled at the guy and danced with him a 
couple of times because he asked her to, but she was sure she hadn't given 
him any false hopes. In spite of it all, she was unable to shake the guilt 
she sometimes felt -- and she hated that!
	After a 45-minute drive, Linda arrived at Rick's favorite hang-out, a 
garage Paul had converted into a makeshift recording studio. Rick called her 
that day and told her he wanted to see her. His band was going to record a 
demo of a song written by Paul and the band's producer -- a guy called Gus 
"The Killer" Smith. The demo was meant for the label that had launched the 
Red Hot Chili Peppers into stardom, Rick explained with obvious pride in his 
voice. Before hanging up, he added, "You inspire me."
	As soon as Linda stepped out of the Jeep, Paul came out of the door of his 
studio-garage and greeted her with his unflagging smile and unshaven face. 
Paul van Dyke was a nice guy, definitely. Linda liked his easygoing way of 
living and his open-minded view of the world. Moreover, Paul was 
good-looking, intelligent, and had a terrific sense of humor -- everything a 
girl could wish for in a man. Paul, however, didn't care for girlfriends and 
stable relationships. Music was his true love -- the rest could go to hell, 
he would say, grinning and giving her a friendly hug. Paul was one of the 
few men with whom Linda felt absolutely at ease. She knew he was not going 
to make a move on her sooner or later.
	"Hi, Pumpkin," Paul said, referring to their most common inside joke. Paul 
had told Linda that she reminded him of Christina Applegate. Linda couldn't 
see the resemblance, however, punching him in the stomach every time he 
teased her with it.
	"Hi, Paul," she said, sliding one hand around his neck and pressing her 
lips against his left cheek for a fleeting kiss. "Where's Rick?"
	"Inside, tuning up his brand-new Fender."
	"OK," she said, moving away from Paul, sighing.
	"Wait." Paul seized her hand and pulled her back to where she stood. 
"What's the matter, toots? Is everything OK?"
	"Yeah, everything's fine."
	Paul's clasped her chin and said, "Don't lie to me. I've known you since 
you were a child... You're upset. What's up?"
	Linda's eyes stayed clear of Paul's mature light brown eyes. Paul was ten 
years her senior and she had met him at one of his gigs when she was 
thirteen. She sighed again and told him about Charlie and Tallulah, and 
about Mary Howard. They sat down on Paul's improvised bench, a weathered 
surfboard supported by two gutted-out loudspeakers.
	"What are you going to do?" he asked, brushing his dark brown hair back and 
facing her, his eyelids half-closed because of the strong sunlight.
	"Dunno," Linda answered, shaking her head, her right hand rotating one of 
her rings around the left middle finger. She paused and then looked up, 
meeting Paul's gaze. "Have you ever been in love with someone... and you know 
that's wrong?"
	Paul smiled at Linda, slightly taken aback. He said, "Being in love can 
never be wrong... What you do about it, that's something else."
	"But have you ever-"
	"Once... She was married... and still is. Why? You fall for a married guy?"
	"Worse," she said, experiencing a sudden thrill with the game of words she 
was about to play. "They fall for me."
	"That doesn't surprise me. Sometimes I think Rick doesn't know how lucky he 
is. I don't even know what you see in Rick."
	Linda laughed and asked, "Hey, are you hitting on me after all these 
years?"
	"Yes, Pumpkin," Paul chuckled, hugging Linda close and pressing the tip of 
Linda's nose with his finger. "You were too young back then. Now you've 
become a woman and this is my chance."
	"Cut it out," she laughed, "you don't mean that." Linda stood up, unsure 
whether Paul meant what he said or whether it was just banter.
	Paul stood up as well, his smile dwindling away. "Don't you worry, Lin. I'm 
joking. You know you're not my type. I like them older and with a little bit 
of meat around them. Besides, you're like a sister to me, the sister I never 
had."
	Before Linda could answer, Rick showed up in the driveway. He embraced and 
kissed her. After their long kiss, Linda pushed him away. Unlike Rick, she 
was not comfortable with such passionate displays of affection in public.
	They all wheeled into the garage as the guys began to discuss the demo. The 
three of them had to tread carefully, in case they tripped over one of the 
million cables on the floor. Linda greeted the other members of the band and 
Gus "The Killer" Smith, a stocky, red-bearded guy dressed in Hell's Angels 
attire. She sat down on a table at one corner of the garage, suddenly 
feeling out of place.
	Paul's words kept ringing inside her. "You're like a sister to me... like a 
sister... to me." How ironic, she thought, shaking her head.
	A few minutes later Rick began to blare out the lyrics that went like, 
"Babyface, you kill me with fantasies / you kill me with ecstasies / you 
love me, don't you know /  don't you kill me now..."
* * *
	Nikki lay on her bed, reading John Grisham's latest novel, which Dad had 
bought a couple of days before. Then Linda traipsed into the room. They had 
just eaten dinner and slunk away from Dad's guests for the evening, two 
dreary, uninspiring middle-aged businessmen with their predictable younger 
trophy wives. They had to dress up for the occasion. Dad wouldn't hesitate 
to use his family to promote Servenet to the company's clients. The word was 
that Dad, or really Servenet, would make 200 million dollars if he struck a 
deal that evening.
	As expected, Linda was the center of attention when they had drinks, and 
then during dinner. Both men and women commented on how beautiful she was in 
her long black dress. Their amazement reached its peak when they learned how 
young she was. One of the women even said, "You look like a movie star, my 
dear."
	"Thank you," Linda answered, trying to be as polite as she could, "although 
I don't care much for becoming a Hollywood stiff."
	The woman looked at Linda with perplexity in her eyes as if she hadn't 
understood whether Linda's answer was an insult or a joke. At that point, 
Linda pulled up a smile and the woman laughed, impressed by Linda's wit. Dad 
was not amused, though. As his guests sat down around the dinner table, Dad 
took Linda aside and told her to "moderate" her attitude. Or else.
	Nikki stopped reading and watched her sister as she kicked off her high 
heels and said, "These shoes are killing me."
	"You should've seen their faces when they saw you for the first time," 
Nikki said, sitting cross-legged on her bed.
	Linda just shrugged as she plunked herself down on her own bed, facing 
Nikki. "They're just a bunch of pinheads. Money is all they want and care 
about."
	"Don't you?"
	Linda stared at Nikki for a moment and then acknowledged her sister's 
wisecrack with a smile. She got to her feet and peeled off her dress.
	Nikki's pulse revved up at once, surprised by Linda's willingness to get 
undressed in front of her with the lights on. Since Spring Break there had 
been a subtle shift in the way they handled each other's nakedness. Linda 
usually came up later when Nikki was already in bed and the lights were off. 
Linda then changed into her T-shirt, folded her clothes and laid them on one 
of the chairs, with everything done in complete darkness. If the lights were 
on, Linda turned her back on her, as if afraid of her younger sister's 
stare. This infuriated Nikki. `I'm not a fucking sex maniac,' she said to 
herself. `I know when "no" means "no".' Nikki had never brought herself to 
confront her sister with it, though. Perhaps she was blowing the whole thing 
out of proportion.
	"I think you should get out of that dress or it'll get all crumpled up," 
Linda said with a neutral voice, sliding off her bra.
	"Yes, Mommy," Nikki retorted, raising another short-lived smile in Linda's 
face.
	Nikki rose to her feet and pulled her dress over her head. Instead of 
throwing it onto a chair as she did most of the time, Nikki opened her 
closet and searched for a hanger for it.
	"You're learning," Linda said, smiling and slipping under the covers of her 
bed.
	Nikki ignored her sister's remark. She sat on her bed and asked, "Are you 
going to sleep already?"
	"Do you have a better idea?" Linda countered, this time with a seemingly 
serious expression.
	Nikki stood still for a moment, holding her breath and wondering what her 
sister really meant. She had seen Linda guzzle down a few slugs of bourbon 
when Mom and Dad were too busy with their guests. Was she drunk?
	Linda and Nikki stared at each other for the longest time, neither of them 
able to move and break away from the spell that had fallen upon them out of 
nowhere. Their breathing was uneasy, their mouths were half-open, their lips 
dry, their cheeks warm... Nikki shivered from cold, realizing she had nothing 
on except for her bra and panties. She licked her lips as she rubbed her 
arms warm.
	"Come here," Linda said eventually, patting her bed. "I'll warm you up."
	Without hesitation, Nikki slid into Linda's bed, closing her eyes, almost 
not believing what was happening. She couldn't describe exactly what she 
felt. Her body seemed to have turned into a torch, so hot had it become. Her 
body kept trembling uncontrollably.
	"You're warm," Linda said, stroking her hair.
	Nikki didn't say a word because she couldn't speak. She didn't want to 
think about anything, emptying her mind of all thoughts. She could feel 
Linda's body cuddling up against her back, Linda's hands taking hold of 
hers, warming them as she had promised. Once again Nikki could feel Linda's 
breasts against her naked back, Linda's breathing against her neck. She 
wanted to turn over and face Big Sis, but she didn't move as she was afraid 
that her sister would change her mind and send her back to her bed.
	Suddenly Linda leapt out of bed and disappeared into the entrance passage 
into their room. Nikki thought Big Sis had experienced a sudden urge to pee. 
She soon realized that her sister had gotten up to lock the door. It was too 
perfect to be true, she thought, trying to remain calm and detached as if 
her sister's actions had no special meaning.
	Linda returned to her bed, and to her earlier spot next to Nikki. While 
toying with her sister's hair, she said, "Nikki?"
	Nikki turned over, her eyes turning toward Linda's face, so close to hers. 
"Yes?"
	Linda kept stroking Nikki's hair, brushing it away from her sister's eyes 
and forehead. "I've been thinking..."
	"About what?"
	"About us."
	"And?" Nikki asked, her breathing coming to a complete stop.
	"It's just... It's just so hard... to forget..."
	"To forget?"
	"About what happened... between us."
	"I can't forget what happened either," Nikki said, almost not believing 
that her beautiful sister could feel the same way. "Every time I go out with 
a guy I just wonder how it'd be if you were the guy. It sounds weird, I 
know... But I can't help it. I can't help thinking about making love to you 
all the time. It was so sweet... I just can't help it."
	As Nikki burst into tears, Linda pulled her sister closer until they 
kissed, mouths thirsty for probing tongues, hands craving for soft curves, 
breasts yearning for patient, yielding caresses...
	"Oh Nikki..." Linda gasped, feeling her sex respond instantly.
	Only Nikki made her feel that way. It seemed she had crossed the desert and 
returned to the oasis... She came to realize how much she had longed for 
this moment, how much she had denied her true feelings. This crazy passion, 
this overwhelming lovemaking was all she wanted. Nikki touching her breasts, 
her deft fingers grazing her nipples under her T-shirt, was enough to make 
her heavy breathing stop. Her legs pressed against Nikki's thigh, holding in 
the wave of ecstasy. Then she breathed out, covering her younger sister with 
kisses.
Realizing what had just happened, Nikki smiled.
	"You came?"
	"Yes," Linda said, blushing.
	"But I didn't even-"
	"You don't need to. Just touching you and you touching me is enough."
* * *
	The next Sunday morning Zo  walked into her older sisters' room and 
surprised Linda and Nikki together in bed. To her dismay, she realized that 
Linda and Nikki were at "it", again. She could see they were naked under the 
sheets of Linda's bed and the smell of sex permeated the room. Linda held 
Nikki close, with her head resting on Linda's shoulder. Their faces had a 
contented look as though they had made love all night. She had knocked but 
apparently those two sex maniacs were too tired to hear anything. `At least 
they could've locked the door,' she thought.
	Zo  returned to her bed, frustrated and angry. She'd already thought a 
million times about telling everything to Mom and Dad. It was unnatural, 
sick, perverted... If they were ugly and unable to find guys to satisfy 
their needs, she could understand it -- more or less... But Linda and Nikki 
were just the opposite. Guys would line up just to ask them out... It was 
just too damned crazy.
	Yet the image of her two beautiful sisters sleeping together and the 
knowledge they had become lovers really excited her. She tried not to think 
about it... Maybe it was in their genes... She recalled dad's favorite 
girlie magazines -- Hustlers featuring two slender, exquisite blondes going 
at it...
	She knew about her dad's fantasies because he had thrown all the magazines 
in the trash can except those Hustlers. One night she woke up, feeling 
thirsty, craving for something sweet like soda pop. She headed for the 
kitchen. When she was about to switch on the lights, angry voices came from 
the living room. Her parents were having a fight, or so it seemed. Tiptoeing 
closer to, she listened to Dad's attempts to calm Mom down while Mom 
complained about his ever burgeoning collection of "filth". Although the 
door had been slid shut, a slit between the door and the doorjamb had been 
left open. Gathering up all her courage, Zo  peeked in. A chaos of girlie 
magazines covered the floor, and Dad's cupboard, where he kept his VCR 
tapes, was wide open.
	A couple of days later, she searched through Dad's cupboard for those 
magazines -- out of curiosity, she kept repeating to herself --, finding only 
a few of them. Apparently, Dad had to get rid of most of his mags but had 
"saved" those few.
	Dad's mags were unlike the crassy stuff Joey Hernandez had once shown her. 
She hated those pictures with girls wearing garter belts and high heels. No 
"real" girl would do that, she thought. No "real" girl would make love 
wearing that stuff -- it would be just too uncomfortable! She loved it when 
the girls wore nothing, or just a light summer dress, sneakers or other 
sporty stuff... Heavy make-up was also a turn-off...
	Zo  lay in bed and became aware of her growing excitement. Without giving 
it much thought, her hand slid down and reached under the sheets for her 
sex. Her panties were wet... `No wonder,' she thought, smiling inwardly.
	She tried to resist the urge to masturbate... But it was too late to stop 
now. Her hand began to pat her oozing labia, the palm of her hand ever so 
lightly pressing her clitoris. She bit her lips, preventing a moan to 
escape. She continued with her fingering while fantasizing about her biggest 
turn-on of all: when the two girls kissed, a "real" kiss, not the fake 
tongue-flick, so common in the X-rated material she had come across. Seeing 
those two beautiful females lost in a deep, deep kiss, forgetting where and 
who they were, was enough to shoot her into high gear... It was so sexy... 
It was special... The symmetry of it, breasts rubbing breasts, wet cunt 
against another hot wet cunt, and long flowing blond hair all over them... 
Ooohhh, it was too much. With that thought and her hand in her quivering 
sex, she almost came... Her hand was so wet with her secretions...
	Zo  looked at Jeannie but her twin sister was still sleeping. Relieved, she 
resumed her fingering. She didn't want Jeannie to see her like that, 
particularly when she had criticized her sisters for their lewd, 
unacceptable behavior. Abhorrence of sex and anything related to it was 
something Mom had instilled into all of them. Zo  guessed Mom was only 
trying to protect them from premature pregnancy. On the other hand, by doing 
so, Mom drove Dad to those mags, maintaining an apparently sexless facade to 
all of them.
	Zo  closed her eyes and returned to her masturbatory bliss, imagining being 
one of those blondes, embarking on a deep kiss with the model, while the 
other voluptuous girl fingered her crotch. "Ooohhh," she gasped. "Oh, god, 
this is too... much." She sat up in her bed and took off her pajama top. It 
was getting too damned hot beneath the sheets... With her breasts uncovered, 
her hand resumed its ministrations, going up and down her soaking labia, 
from time to time penetrating her sex. She relished feeling her fingers 
against the wet walls of her vagina, as if she was touching another girl's 
sex. "Ooohhh," she let out again. "Oohhhh..." She opened her legs further, 
while her fantasy girl kissed her inner thighs with small, slow, teasing 
kisses, going for her throbbing center of pleasure. When her fantasy girl 
began to lick her, an incredible wave of pleasure whooshed through her, 
sending her up to cloud nine... With her fingers, she spurred the other girl 
to speed up her licking, driving her crazy with lust. She had never been 
this hot, ever... Eventually she came, a bolt of orgasmic bliss taking over 
her body like electricity.
	Long minutes passed before she returned to earth, totally relaxed. She 
hadn't felt this relaxed in ages. Then she let her head roll to the side, 
exhausted. To her horror she met Jeannie's smirking face, propped up by her 
hands.
	"What?"
	"What, what?"
	"Why are you grinning like that?"
	"No reason," Jeannie said, getting up and going to the bathroom. "I was 
just thinking how people like to talk... and before you know they're doing 
the same thing."
	"What's that supposed to mean?"
	From the bathroom, Jeannie replied, "You know perfectly well what I mean, 
Zo . Don't play the bimbo with me. I'm not one of your boyfriends."
	Zo  heard Jeannie pee. Apart from her pajama top, her sister had only her 
panties on when she sprang out of bed, and she was going to reappear in 
their bedroom without them. Jeannie always did that before she took her 
morning shower. For some unknown reason, that image excited her. Zo  
couldn't understand why. She had witnessed that very scene a zillion times. 
Why should it be any different now? Was it because her sister reminded her 
of those girls in Dad's mags? Or because she had just fantasized about such 
a girl going down on her, and had one of the best -- if not the best -- 
orgasms of her entire life?
	She felt rather guilty, but knowing that Linda and Nikki were also at it 
allayed her fears. They had started it!
	"Lost your tongue?" Jeannie asked, heading for Zoe's bed. As Zo  had 
guessed, her sister came back wearing nothing but her pajama top, which was 
long enough to hide her triangle of blond pubic hair but short enough to 
reveal her long, tanned, slender legs. Zo  felt a thrill radiating out of 
her sex as she watched Jeannie play with her panties, swirling them around 
on the tip of her index finger.
	"Do you have to do that?" Zo  grumbled. Jeannie had slumped down on her 
sister's bed. Jeannie's proximity was making Zo  nervous.
	"What?"
	"Showing off your panties like that."
	"So? It's only me and you. It's not the first time you've seen me do 
that... It was quite a show you put up this morning...  Getting naked and 
your moaning... I've never-"
	"OK, I get the picture. You don't have to rub it in."
	Jeannie was surprised by Zoe's bad temper. Zo  jumped out of bed and locked 
herself in the bathroom. Jeannie didn't know what was going on in her twin's 
head. She could feel Zoe's shame though.
	Jeannie regretted her decision to confront her twin sister with her 
sexuality. She should have pretended to sleep through the whole thing. But 
it had been so sexy, and even exhilarating. After all, Zo  was not that 
uptight about sex. Her twin sister had always been very reserved about 
sexual matters. She could hear her masturbate on occasion but Zo  would keep 
it quiet. Not this morning, however... Why? Because of her date with Joey 
last night?
* * *
	For the next few days, Zo  was ambivalent. She didn't know what to do about 
Linda and Nikki. It was difficult to ignore the fact they were spending more 
and more time together. The two of them would go early to bed, using the 
convenient excuse they were tired from school and homework. They turned down 
dates, accepting only a few just to keep up appearances. Sometimes they 
acted like two ridiculous 13-year-old girls in love. They hugged each other 
and kissed as soon as Mom and Dad went out of the house and left them to 
their own devices. They even made out on the couch in the living room, 
giggling if she or Jeannie happened to walk in on them.
	Anger and desire, that was what Zo  felt. Anger because they should act 
their age. Desire because she wanted to experience the same passion, the 
same loving, the feeling that someone really cared about her. Without even 
noticing, she became depressed. Her grades were slipping and she had gotten 
a warning from her cheerleading coach. She couldn't concentrate. She missed 
too many steps, ruining the coordination of the squad. On the day of the 
reprimand she ran off to the locker room, tears running down her cheeks. 
Soon Jeannie joined her, with an anxious expression on her face.
	"Zo , what's wrong?" Jeannie asked, sitting next to her twin. Zo  was still 
crying, doubled up. "Zo , please, tell me. You're really worrying me. Are 
you pregnant?"
	"No, I'm not pregnant," Zo  protested, straightening herself up. "You know 
I don't sleep around."
	"I'm sorry. It's just I'm worried about you. Everybody is."
	"Yeah, right."
	"I am, dammit. And if you don't see it, it's because you're blind." Jeannie 
got up and was about to leave. Her sister made her sit down, locking her arm 
around hers.
	"Please, don't go," she pleaded. "Please don't leave me here alone."
	Jeannie looked into Zoe's shiny eyes, tears still welling up. She could 
feel her desperation. But why was she so desperate? Why? "Zo , what's wrong? 
Is it Joey? Did Joey get frisky with you?" Zo  shook her head. "Then what?"
	"Let's not talk about it. And please don't say anything to Mom and Dad. Not 
even to Linda or Nikki. OK?"
	"OK, if that's what you want."
	They took their sweaty clothes off and went to the showers. Zo  let out a 
cry, squawking about the cold water. Jeannie began to lather herself, 
enjoying the fact that they had the showers to themselves and didn't have to 
share the few stalls available with a bunch of screaming girls.
	"Jeannie," Zo  said, looming at the entrance of her stall, "I forgot my 
soap. Can I borrow yours?"
	"Sure... You're forgetting everything these days, aren't you? But why don't 
you come in? We'll share it."
	"No..."
	"Come on," Jeannie retorted, pulling her sister in. "Don't be such a prude. 
Here it is." Handing the soap over to Zo , she added, "Or shall I do it for 
you?"
	"No, someone may see it and..."
	"...and think we're lovers?" Jeannie asked, pulling up a mischievous smile.
	"Jeannie!"
	"You said it, or suggested it. Not me. I don't see anything wrong with it. 
Anyway you're my sister. Those things happen between sisters, right?"
	All that talk and Jeannie's naked body so close to her made Zo  quiver. Zo  
was confused, so damn confused. Suddenly an insatiable desire to kiss 
Jeannie came over her. But the fear of getting caught, or of Jeannie's 
reaction, made her stop. If Jeannie repulsed her, she would curl up and die. 
Never in all her life had she felt so vulnerable. Jeannie was her identical 
twin. They were born out of the same placenta. In biology class, she had 
learned that only identical twins had a common placenta. Non-identical twins 
had their own liquid worlds... No one in the whole universe could be closer. 
Jeannie was her life, her obsession, and she had always been. Only at that 
moment, in that crummy shower she shared with Jeannie, surrounded by water, 
she realized that. It was as though that stall had become the same placenta 
that had fed them, kept them alive, before they were born.
	Jeannie watched her sister. Zoe's eyes seemed so distant and then in the 
next moment they seemed to develop a strange intentness.
	The twins finished changing and left the gym after explaining to the coach 
they were heading home early. The coach accepted their apologies, as long as 
it didn't become a habit. Fortunately the coach didn't pushed for more of an 
explanation.
	At this point Jeannie wished she was sixteen, so she could drive a car. 
They would have to wait for the bus instead. The trip was uneventful, and 
Zo  remained withdrawn. Jeannie decided to hold her hand. She wanted to 
assuage her sister's pain, although she didn't understand what was going on 
inside Zoe's head.
	Zo  was surprised when Jeannie squeezed her hand. She squeezed her sister's 
hand back. She smiled at her. That's why she loved her. She was the sweetest 
girl she had ever met, sweeter than Nikki or even Linda. Back in their room, 
they plunked themselves down on their respective beds. Fatigue was seeping 
back into their bodies, so much so that they were drifting to sleep. When 
Zo  woke up, she found Jeannie sleeping next to her, her arm around her 
waist. She watched Jeannie's serene face, eyes shut. Jeannie's quiet 
breathing was tickling her neck. Then the breathing stopped for a moment and 
those shiny blue eyes opened.
	"Hi, Sis," Jeannie said, smiling, pulling their hair out of the way.
	"Hi," she chuckled, amused by Jeannie's greeting, as though they hadn't 
seen each other for a long time.
	"Feeling better?"
	"I guess."
	"Wanna talk about it?"
	Zo  shook her head.
	"OK, I understand."
	"No, you don't."
	"What?"
	"No, you don't and won't understand."
	"What, for chrisakes?"
	Zo  was still hesitating, but this time Jeannie looked deep into her 
sister's eyes and understood everything. Zo  wanted to make love to her... 
That would explain Zoe's staring in the shower stall. She had never felt so 
naked as when her sister gazed at her breasts. She was flabbergasted. "Oh 
Zo , why didn't you tell me?"
	"What?"
	"That you wanted us to make love..."
	"Who says?"
	"Your eyes say it. I know you. I know you better than anyone else." Zo  
shook her head, denying it. But Jeannie knew she was right. She kissed Zo  
lightly on the lips. "If you want me to stop, say so, but I ain't gonna stop 
unless you say so..." She said it, and she delivered it, kissing her sister 
deeply, one tongue searching for another tongue, lips crushing lips, until 
Zo  moaned.
	"Oh Jeannie... I love you."
	Jeannie smiled. It was Zoe's final surrender... to her, Jeannie Marie 
McDougall.




CHAPTER SIX:  BLISS

	Linda woke up, stretching out, her mouth gaping open in a long, relaxing 
yawn. She had slept wonderfully. After steamy lovemaking with Nikki, they 
fell asleep as peacefully as two innocent children without a worry in the 
world.
	It was the weekend again, thank God. No school, no chores... and Mom and 
Dad were away on another trip with friends. So they hadn't even bothered to 
lock the bedroom door. Slipping on her T-shirt to cover her naked body, she 
left the room, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She was thirsty and 
slightly hungry. There was nothing better than wild lovemaking for a healthy 
appetite.
	Linda remembered one time when Nikki brought a bowl of fruit upstairs. 
Before each kiss she would pick up a strawberry or a cherry for Linda to 
savor, but not to eat immediately. Nikki would then roll the cherry in her 
mouth, taunting Linda with an impish smile. She'd lean over and give her a 
deep kiss, pressing the cherry against Linda's teeth and tongue. She'd take 
the cherry out of her mouth and slide it up and down and between her 
sister's breasts, sweeping it over her sensitive and now-stiffened 
nipples... Nikki would then do something unexpected, like holding her sister 
tight, kissing her neck, while her hands were busy caressing her breasts, 
rubbing her nipples, making them even harder. Nikki then resumed her 
caresses with that damned cherry, touching her own boobs with it, then her 
neck, then her stomach, and thighs. She shifted back to Linda's love-aching 
body, beginning in Linda's willing mouth. With this new saliva Nikki would 
make a wet trail down her sister's body, on the way setting off immense 
body-quakes. To end the whole sweet torture, Nikki would drop the cherry on 
Linda's sex and wet it with her love juices. Only then would she bite into 
it. Then Nikki's tongue, while kissing Linda, pressed the bursting fruit 
into her mouth.
	The taste of a cherry, or other fruit, combined with the juices of 
"another-kind-of-cherry" -- as Nikki had put it -- was exquisite. The effect 
of it on their lovemaking was amazing. It made for the wildest sex they so 
far had together. With that thought in mind, Linda felt the moisture 
building up between her legs. `No,' she said to herself, `I've got to think 
about something else or I'll have to finish myself off right here in the 
hall.' She even thought she had heard a moan. She listened carefully... Yes, 
it was definitely a moan, and it came from the twins' room. At first she 
thought one of the twins was hurt. She opened the door, which wasn't locked. 
She knocked but apparently they hadn't heard her. She walked past the 
bathroom door and through the connecting hall to see what was going on. 
Before she could see the beds, she already guessed. Those were moans of 
pleasure.
	Zoe's head was between Jeannie's legs... Linda could only see Zoe's blond 
head bobbing up and down, and Jeannie's hands were guiding Zoe's mouth. Then 
Jeannie pushed her sister's head down and further down and against her sex, 
while Zoe's hands kneaded Jeannie's breasts, tweaking her nipples, making 
Jeannie lift her body and gasp with pleasure.
	"Oh, Zo ..." Jeannie whimpered. "Zo , baby... That... feeeels... sooo... 
fucking... gooood..."
	Linda was nonplused. It seemed as though Zo  was quite experienced in 
making love to a woman. Zo , the most prudish of her sisters, was sucking 
Jeannie as if she'd done it all her life.
	All of a sudden Linda felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped with a start. 
Because of the abruptness of the contact, she thought it might be Mom or 
Dad. But it was only Nikki, her beautiful sister Nikki, grinning like crazy, 
encircling her waist and whispering into her ear, "Is that what I think?"
	"Yes," Linda whispered. Linda pulled her sister closer, tightening her 
embrace around her quivering, hot body. She wanted to feel those breasts, 
those mighty hard nipples, against her back, while she played voyeur... She 
considered leaving the twins alone but now that Nikki was behind her, 
watching as well, spying on her sisters didn't feel that wrong. She almost 
moaned out loud when Nikki began caressing her breasts over her T-shirt, 
another hand sliding down her tummy, teasing her. She opened her legs. But 
Nikki's hand had other plans...
	In the meantime, Jeannie came, thrashing, rolling her eyes, raising her 
body and letting it fall with utter satisfaction radiating from her face. 
Jeannie pulled her twin sister up, and they began to kiss as Zoe's hand 
remained on Jeannie's labia.
	Linda felt so hot. She had never imagined that one day she would be this 
horny. She wanted to make love with Nikki all the time. It was never too 
much nor too strong. It was becoming like a drug. She desired Nikki more and 
more, and as crazy as it may sound, Nikki seemed to feel the same way about 
her... And the twins followed them, matching them in passion. Jeannie was 
licking her own secretions off Zoe's mouth and face, her body still 
trembling from time to time, as Zoe's hand went on with its fingering. When 
Jeannie reached out for Zoe's sex, Zoe's eyes closed, her teeth biting her 
lower lip, holding in her breath.
	"Oohh Jeannie... Jeannie... Jeannie... I love you."
	Jeannie's answer was to kiss her sister, gaping mouth against gaping mouth, 
caressing hands inducing the sweetest trembling, igniting their senses and 
making secretions flow down beautiful tanned thighs. Every time Jeannie or 
Zo  touched the other's nipples they both shuddered as if somehow connected, 
using a common wiring. `It's almost magical watching these two beautiful 
identical female bodies making love to each other,' Linda thought.
	Linda kissed Nikki without turning her body, but only her head, meeting 
Nikki's sensual, soft, inviting lips. Nikki lifted off Linda's T-shirt. 
Nikki herself wore only her sexy panties of white lace which they had 
recently bought together... It'd been so sexy and perverted to make out with 
Nikki in that fitting room, Linda thought, while the unsuspecting salesclerk 
kept asking if everything was to their liking.
	Nikki's eager hands were all over Linda's body, causing the wildest 
thrills, her wet lips trailing down her sister's neck... The sensation was 
so strong that Linda's legs almost failed her. Nikki's hands returned to 
Linda's breasts, massaging them, making her nipples hard again, and then 
they glided down her belly, waiting, and then stroking her blond bush.
	"Baby," Linda murmured, "you're driving me crazy."
	"You too, Sis. You always do drive me crazy."
	"Go on, fuck me... fuck my pussy."
	Nikki only smiled. She loved to tease Linda, to make her crave for her 
hand, for her touch, until she began to beg and beg and beg. She loved to 
see Linda's cum oozing down her legs, drenching her hand. She then brought 
her fingers to her lips and she sucked them one by one, exciting Linda even 
more.
	Nikki looked at the twins again while her hand touched Linda's inner thigh, 
making Linda shudder and moan softly against her ear. Nikki watched Jeannie 
suck and lick Zoe's breasts, bringing Zo  closer and closer to orgasm. 
Jeannie's middle finger titillated Zoe's clit, sliding up and down and 
between her sister's labia. Zoe's pleading eyes made Jeannie grasp what her 
twin sister was craving for. Her mouth began to have a will of its own, 
kissing and licking Zoe's ribcage, then her upper belly, brushing past her 
belly button, licking it, then her lower belly, and that wonderful, well 
trimmed blond bush, so much like her own... Jeannie waited, teasing her 
sister, inhaling that scent, the scent of a girl in need...
	"Jeannie, please... Don't- Don't stop."
	Jeannie rose, leaving Zoe's dripping sex that wanted her mouth so badly. 
She began to kiss, suck, lick Zoe's toes, one by one.
	"Jeannie, please..." Zo  pleaded once again, but Jeannie wouldn't listen to 
her.
	Nikki smiled, because she was using the same tactics with Linda, teasing 
and teasing, until her sister implored to be brought off.
	"Do me, Nikki," Linda would whisper, "do me. I can't stand it any more..."
	Jeannie was licking Zoe's inner thigh now and this time she didn't tease 
any more. Her tongue met Zoe's sex. Finally. Jeannie kissed it, licked it, 
lapped up all the flowing juices. And she wanted more... and more... and 
MORE. Carefully, her index finger explored Zoe's rosy nether lips, her 
tongue prodding and trying to swallow Zoe's swollen clitoris.
	"Yes, that's it," exclaimed Zo . "Put that fucking finger up my fucking 
cunt. Yes... That's it... That's it, baby... Yes... That's it... Oohhhh... 
Suck my clit now... Ooohhh... Yes, like that. Ooohhhhhh... Baby... 
Jeannie... Uuuuugggghhhh... Yes, go on... go on... OOOOHHHHH..."
	Nikki was grinning by now. Zo  was really using all her four-letter 
words... What would Mom and Dad think if they heard their most dutiful 
daughter talking like that?
	Zo  came at last, Jeannie's mouth sucking her cunny empty, her fingers 
going in and out, aping a small penis, stimulating Zoe's clitoris 
prodigiously. Jeannie's mouth remained there, her lips still sucking because 
she knew she would like Zo  to do that to her. After that, it was 
post-orgasmic bliss...
	If Zo  had her orgasm, Linda's was still to happen. At this point Linda 
took Nikki's hand and planted it on top of her aching sex. She could NOT 
wait any longer, or she would go crazy. She wanted it now. Nikki was such a 
devil... Linda thought she could fuck anything now, ANYTHING, if Nikki 
didn't make her come. To encourage her sister, Linda gave Nikki a hot, 
burning kiss, sucking all Nikki's saliva, mixing it with her own.
	"Nikki, please... PLEASE!!!!"
	And as soon as Nikki's hand invaded her vagina, bolts of unending pleasure 
flooded throughout her body and set on fire the imaginative scenes in her 
mind. Her cum flowed down her thighs, her legs giving in. Her mind 
forgetting where she was, ordered up a long, loud, husky moan, which came 
from the deepest corner of her soul.
	Hearing that moan, the twins looked up and saw their older sisters making 
out in their own room, Nikki's fingers up Linda's cunt. Too flabbergasted to 
say a thing, they saw Linda hug Nikki, apparently relaxing after a long, 
exhausting orgasm.
	Linda kissed Nikki for a long, long while... Her eyes closed, as if she was 
on drugs... Slowly Linda's green magnetic eyes opened again, and gazed at 
them. She smiled, a melting smile... And after that smile Jeannie knew she 
still wanted Linda, badly. She would even kill for her if she asked her 
to... only to spend an evening with her beautiful big sis, alone, only the 
two of them. Chances were that would never happen... Nikki wouldn't allow 
it. Zo  wouldn't either. And Linda? Would she want that? Would she? She 
didn't know... but one day she would find out... sooner or later...

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