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Subject: {ASSM} Unexplainable Longing - Chapter 4 (FF, inc, romantic)
Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2003 21:10:05 -0500
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Hi people

Here is the promised Chapter 4 of the ongoing saga of the McDougall sisters
plus a few other characters. As always, to read earlier chapters, my other
stories, testimonials and stories by other authors on the same subject, go
to my site at:

http://www.sistersinlove.org








Four
___________________

So lovely, so you



Linda watched the landscape whiz past her idly. As she got older her spells
of depression were hitting her harder than before. She tried to ignore her
sleeping sister who sat on the seat across from hers. As always Nikki looked
so... lovely, enticing, her long golden strands covering most of her denim
jacket and navy blue polo shirt. She forced herself to look away and pay
attention to the houses of folks who would surely be so much happier than
she was. Green fields and trees populated both sides of the train rails.
They would soon be in New York, where they would catch their plane to
Florida. It was a summer vacation she didn't particularly look forward to.
She had to work and make some money for the rest of the year and... she had
to face Mom and Dad, and take their bullshit about how ephemeral her lesbian
*phase* must be. It was true that Mom had come a long way since she had told
her about the molestation at the hands of her own father  Linda's
grandfather, someone who Linda had never met... They'd grown closer, but...
Mom's strict, Bible-Belt upbringing still prevented her mother from letting
go and loosen up.

Linda kicked Nikki's foot gently to wake her up. They could hear the
screeching sound of the brakes as the train approached Penn Station. They
would still have to take a cab to LaGuardia and catch their plane from
there.

"Nikki, wake up." Her sister's eyelids fluttered open as she stretched out
her hands and legs. "We gotta go." Her sister yawned, her bleary eyes made
an effort to focus on the windowpane. Linda could have laughed at her
sister's face if her heart didn't feel like it weighed tons.

Silently they walked side by side through the crowd of passengers
preoccupied with their own lives, the anxiety of not getting late, rushing
upstairs, or scrambling downstairs to catch the last train to someplace in
America. Linda hailed a cab and soon a man of Middle Eastern descent got off
his yellow-tinted Chevy and greeted them respectfully. Without saying a word
or looking at them in the eye, he took their backpacks and laid them in the
trunk. Once inside the cab Linda told him their destination. For some
unknown reason she noticed his photo ID posted on the dashboard -- Najeeb
Mansour, it said -- and a window sticker that read "Egypt." She understood
then why the man avoided any eye contact. She had heard from a friend that
in some parts of the Egyptian society it was considered rude for a man to
look at a woman eye to eye. Cultural differences... And oddly enough that
thought made her relax and a little smile appeared on her lips.

The trip to the airport was swift in spite of the traffic. Dutifully, the
driver handed their backpacks over to the two young women, still avoiding
any visual contact.

As they entered the terminal Nikki said, "Weird."

"What's weird?" Linda asked, trying to find any information concerning
departing flights.

"He was weird, didn't you notice it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The taxi driver. He was like... embarrassed... about us."

Linda sighed. She didn't feel like explaining to Nikki why the man behaved
the way he did. She ignored her sister's musing and said, "This way. I found
where we have to check in. Do you have your ticket?"

"Yes," replied Nikki, pulling a face as though she was discontented with her
big sister's mothering. She pulled her backpack onto her shoulder and
followed Big Sis.


* * *


"More three hours to go," Nikki whispered more to herself than to Linda.

"What did you say?" asked Linda, raising her eyes from her book, Sarah
Waters' Tipping the Velvet.

"Nothing." Nikki sighed, watching the activity on the tarmac through the
window of the plane. They were making the final preparations for departure,
a most nerve-wracking moment for Nikki. She wasn't really afraid to fly; she
was just apprehensive, she told herself. "Is it any good?"

Linda stopped reading and faced her sister. "The book?"

"Yes, the book."

Linda shrugged slightly, almost noncommittally. "Dunno. I've just started
it."

"What's about?"

"I don't know, Nikki. I've just started it."

"Okay," Nikki huffed. "I can see I can't talk to you right now."

Looking for something to take her mind off her anxiety Nikki's eyes wandered
around the plane seats until a blonde little girl caught her attention. She
couldn't be more than six years old. She reminded Nikki of Linda when she
was her age. The little girl smiled at her and then giggled. Nikki smiled
back, intrigued by the little girl's reaction. A second blonde head loomed
next to the little girl's. A girl slightly older than the first stared at
Nikki, while the first waved at her. Nikki smiled again and waved back,
triggering another spell of giggling by the younger girl. The giggling
ground to a halt when a domineering female voice ordered them to stop their
silly behavior, which again brought Nikki back in time.

Their common childhood had been a happy one, nonetheless. Nikki recalled the
day their father put up a metallic green swing set in the backyard lawn. It
was one of the happiest moments of her life, and she had shared it with
Linda. Laughing like crazy they swung together to and fro, as if they both
tried to reach for the blue sky.

When the plane jolted backward Nikki returned to the present. Linda
continued reading, seemingly unaware of her sister's growing fear.

"Here we go," Nikki said. She drove the air from her lungs slowly, as if to
keep the fear in check. Her fear only subsided when the plane took off
without a hitch and reached cruising speed.

After the light meals having been served the little blonde girls walked down
the aisle, the younger one uttering a bashful hi in between giggles as they
went past Nikki and Linda. Nikki answered likewise, laughing, observing the
two younger versions of herself and Linda as they entered the cramped WC.
Nikki sighed, letting her head roll over on the back of her seat, watching
her sister read.

Linda always looked very serious when she read. She looked peaceful,
intelligent, lovable, the sister she'd always wanted to have; and as if her
big sister had read her mind, Linda turned and caught her stare.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" There was a slight edge in Linda's
voice, but there was also some indisputable curiosity in the way she asked
that question.

Nikki smiled, almost shrugged. "I don't know... I just like watching you
read."

"Why?"

"Like I told you... I don't know."

"Yes, you do know but you won't tell me."

Nikki looked straight ahead and then down, her long hair covering her face.
Her hands began to weave it and comb it in a nervous motion. She thought
with all of her might, but her head felt empty, unable to counter her
sister's accusation... Yes, it felt like one, even though she knew her
sister didn't mean it. And then she knew, becoming clear as a sunny day,
that she loved her still, not just like a sister, but more like a soul-mate
lover.

A few minutes later the two little girls retraced their steps toward their
seats. When they reached her seat, Nikki took the initiative and asked, "So,
where are you guys from?"

The older girl seemed slightly surprised by Nikki's question, but it didn't
take long for her face to turn into a grin when the younger girl began to
babble on about who they were and what they were going to do in Florida.
They were sisters, Nancy - the older one - and Maryanne - the sparkly young
thing who was delighted by the attention Nikki paid to her.

"And you sisters too?" Maryanne asked, her big greenish blue eyes shining
with girlish joy.

"Yes, we are. This is my big sis Linda."

Linda had placed her book on her lap, smiling at the two eager young faces.
She grinned as well, as though the whole thing was mightily amusing.

"And this is my little sis, Nicole... but everybody calls her Nikki."

Nikki was pleased by her sister's remark, which seemed to break the distance
between them, the distance she'd felt since that incident with Sven. She'd
forgotten how many times she wanted to assure Linda that Sven didn't mean a
thing. That he couldn't possibly mean a thing. At least not as much. The
reason for it wasn't clear until she realized she was still very much in
love with Linda, and that would never change. *They* had to kill her first.

"Oh, there you are," a tall, stylish woman dressed in a beige Armani suit
slid off the little girls' seats, stood up and walked up to them. "Stop
bothering the passengers this instant."

"Oh, it's no bother."

The woman, who looked like a cross between Lauren Bacall and Jerry Hall in
their heyday, looked haughty and stern. She ignored Nikki and urged the
girls back into their seats, in spite of the protesting and the whining.
Nikki waved good-bye at Maryanne, feeling sorry for the two little girls.
That scene hit her too close to home, the little girls' mother reminding her
of her earlier life at the hands of... Mom.

Someone squeezed her hand; Nikki looked at Linda and smiled.

"I know how you feel," Linda said. "Don't be sad. They're two strong little
girls, and they will fight more than we did."

Nikki had tried to contain the sadness she felt, but when Linda said those
words the dam was unable to keep the tears from flowing. All the pain she
felt about her own life came out in a flood of emotions she could not
control. Confusion overcame Nikki - it was strange that the dam had ruptured
with words of sympathy and kindness rather than with words of rage and
violence.

Embarrassed, Nikki tried to dry her cheeks and her eyes with her fingers and
forearms.

"Here." Linda offered her a paper tissue.

"I'm such an idiot," sniveled Nikki, accepting the scented tissue, cleaning
her face with it.

"Why?"

"Because I break down with almost anything now."

"It's your genes talking... I do that too."

"Yeah." Nikki smiled at her sister. "That's true."

Nikki wanted to say *it* to her right then, make her believe their love was
still possible, even though there was so much against it. But instead of
saying a word about her feelings, she chose action. She moved closer to
Linda and leant her head on Linda's shoulder, and to her surprise she felt
Linda kiss her hair.

Had their earlier closeness returned? It felt as though it had. But for how
long?


* * *


Fred McDougall was waiting for Linda and Nikki at the Miami International.
He hugged his daughters with a contented, proud smile. "So, how was your
trip?"

"Not bad." Nikki wore a wide smile, shooting a quick glance at her sister.

Linda smiled as well, despite the weariness that came over her when she got
off the plane. At that very moment the only thing she wanted was to sleep
for a month. She tried to have some sleep in the backseat of her father's
Buick as he sped down the highway, leaving Miami behind. She was too on edge
to sleep, though. So many questions crisscrossed her mind, which left her
exhausted and irritable. She didn't want to think. She just wanted to be
left alone and sleep, sleep for a long time.

Her eyes moved from the sea and the palm trees outside to her sister's head
reclined on the headrest right in front of her. It'd felt good to feel
Nikki's head on her shoulder once again, her sister's cheek pressing itself
against the sensitive skin of her neck. It was erotic, powerful, intimate,
but she should not dwell on it. It was too dangerous; it weakened her
resolve to break that cycle of lust followed by guilt. It was too
frustrating, a "game" she couldn't afford to play anymore, because she might
lose in a big way. Still...

A strange sense of deja vu assaulted Linda as she set foot in her parents'
house, a place she used to call home but it felt like a stranger's house
now. Mom wasn't home, their father explained, because she was still at the
office of their family business. Money was flowing in again, Linda
concluded, sighing, and Mother... where was she?

"Where is Zoe, and Jeannie?" Linda asked, appraising the changes their
parents had made during her absence. Costlier furniture had replaced the
second-hand shabby blanket chest and bureau that had been left in the main
hall of the house. Oil paintings hung where cheap prints had been. Dad had
always believed in investing in art as a way to keep his savings away from
banks. Dad's mistrust of banks and other financial institutions was
legendary in his family. He would do anything to keep his money away from
those 'vultures'. "Dad, where are the twins?"

"I don't know," said he, climbing the stairs, his off-white jacket hanging
loosely from a careless middle finger. "On the beach, I guess. It's where
they spend most of their time."

"There are things that never change," Nikki quipped, laughing and grinning
at Linda.

Linda smiled back, experiencing a blurred sense of contentment. It seemed as
though, little by little, the good old days were returning, the joy she felt
when she was around her sisters was making its comeback. College life didn't
let her think because of its demanding schedule. It turned her into an
insecure nervous wreck, a jealous bitch, someone unrecognizable, someone she
hated and couldn't face in the mirror in the morning.

"Hey, sis, let's change and look for the twins."

Linda would have laughed at the hopeful way her sister stared at her, her
bluish gray eyes shone with promised elation. "You forget..."

"What?" Nikki came closer, her face in between hope and imminent
disappointment.

"They saw us... I mean, their friends saw us... that day."

"I don't care..." Nikki said, breathing in deeply, "if you don't."

"And what are you gonna say... if they ask?"

"The truth."

"We can't."

"I'm not gonna lie, Linda," Nikki answered with alarming resolve. "Not this
time. I *won't*."

A lump lodged itself in Linda's throat. "And what about me? Do you think
about me? Do you think what can happen to me if you confirm their
suspicions?"

"We will face them, together. I will tell the whole truth and they will
learn that you *had* the shoot the bastard. Anyway, his parents already have
what they want. Money! Remember the settlement? So, why worry?"

"I'm not worried with them. I'm worried about what the... press... and the
rest of them would do if they stumbled upon this story. They'd crucify us.
They would. And I would be thrown in jail... and Dad too. You must remember
what that social worker told us."

Linda hated herself as she spoke those words. She saw the hope and happiness
leave her sister's eyes. Once more she saw her sister looking away, holding
back the tears, biting her lower lip, her eyes glazing over.

"If that's what you want."

"It's *not* what I want. But we have to be--"

"--careful," Nikki completed with a raspy voice. "Anyway, I don't think what
she said matters much now."

"Why not?"

Nikki faced her sister, another moment of tenacity steadying her voice and
drying her eyes. "Because we're both adults now: you're 20 years-old, and
I'm almost 19. They can hardly make the case that what we do together it's
against my will."

Linda wanted to believe her sister so much. Could she be right? Was she
overreacting?

"But the press? What about the press? And that reporter Dad talked about?"

Nikki was not able to reply as they heard their father's heavy steps march
down the stairs. He joined them in the main hall, with his pipe alight,
spreading the aroma of pipe tobacco around the house. "Still here? Why don't
you two go take a shower and freshen up, while I cook dinner?"

Both girls looked at him with amazement.

"Dad," began Nikki. "Since when do you cook dinner?"

With raucous laughter he made a half turn to meet his daughters' gaze.
"Since your mother *made* me. And... I've been learning a few things from
books, and I must say that some of my dishes are quite delicious. And I can
prove it to you, tonight."

"Wow!" Nikki said, grinning at Linda. "That would've *never* crossed my
mind. After all I am wrong. There are things that do change!"


* * *

"Hurry up."

"Okay, okay... I'm coming."

Jeannie waved her friends goodbye and followed her twin sister Zoe. They had
been on the beach with their friends, mostly guys slightly older than them.
Zoe and Jeannie had lost most of their female friends as soon as the rumors
about Linda and Nikki began to spread around. Only two girls had remained
friends with them and both of them had shrugged off the rumors, saying it
was none of their business. As Dad's lawyer had advised they refused to talk
about the subject to anyone outside the family. Sometimes it was hard not to
open up with their friends, but the ever-present fear of being sent to a
foster home prevented Zoe and Jeannie from telling them any revealing
details. That would surely change as soon as they turned eighteen, but for
now it was too dangerous to trust them with anything more than innuendos,
veiled jokes and dismissive replies.

Jeannie pulled on a sheer blouse that matched her bikini wrap, taking a
quick glance at her twin as she accelerated the Jeep Cherokee down the dirt
road.

"You think they're already there?"

"Yes."

Jeannie studied Zoe, trying to see through her twin sister's curt answer.
Although things between Linda and Zoe had improved as they became older,
lingering mutual distrust would crop up now and then. Sadly enough Linda and
Zoe would never be friends, Jeannie had to admit. They were too competitive,
too proud to let go of their differences and conflicting characters. Still,
sometimes, they were able to take it easy and be civil toward each other.

Ten minutes later Zoe parked the car in the driveway, behind their father's
Buick Regal. "Zoe, they're here, they're HERE."

"Yeah, I know."

Jeannie bolted out of the car and dashed in through the unlocked front door.

"Linda, you're back."
 
Linda held her youngest sister tightly, shutting her eyes as if overcome by
a deep emotion. Jeannie was elated, having a hard time believing her Big Sis
was right in front of her.

"Oh my God, you look amazing." Jeannie removed herself from Linda's embrace
to take another good look at her oldest sister. "You look thinner, though.
Are you eating properly?"

"No, she isn't," said Nikki with a circumspect half-smile.

"Why not?" Jeannie stared at Linda with a worried face.

"I'm okay." Linda made a half turn and a dismissing wave with her hand.
"Nikki is just a worrywart."

Nikki met Jeannie's questioning look then dropped her eyes to the floor for
a second. She sighed. "It's a long story, Jeannie. I am tired, and she's
tired too. But don't worry, she's much better now. Hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

"Hey, shut up and give me a hug. I'm your sister too."


* * *


Summer break was going mildly well. The old camaraderie between Linda and
her sisters had returned in a natural way, but she was able to guess, by the
way they looked at her, they saw a sadder, dreamier Linda -- a new self that
made her look absent and sound abrasive if they tried to interact with her
when she was in a bad mood. This was particularly evident with Zoe, a
defiant tomboy who had turned into a beautiful young woman, who kept herself
fit with surfing and beach volleyball. Linda had wondered whether Zoe and
Jeannie had managed to stay away from each other as far as sex was
concerned. She looked for signs of any remaining physical intimacy between
her younger sisters, but all she got were mixed messages of closeness and
unconscious, repressed fear.

Linda worked as an almost full-time waitress in a bar near the beach and was
more or less enjoying it. She was constantly being hit on by young and
not-so-young men, who made good-humored seductive remarks about her legs and
other parts of her body. Only a few of the patrons were downright abusive,
especially when they drank one too many, but in general they behaved. If
they didn't she would call the cops.

One of the cops was Mike Rogers, a guy she had met many years before at Mr.
Pontes' café. Mike was one of her pursuers, cropping up at the bar more
often than he had to. Mike had a mix of Italian and Irish blood. He was
cocky, self-assured and a lady's man, or so she had heard. Linda was aware
of his Latin charm, but sometimes he was too crass for her taste.
Nevertheless, she felt her own body respond when he tried to woo her with
his attractive smile and well-groomed lines of seduction. A kind of
friendship developed between them when Mike, helped by two of his
colleagues, ejected a couple of rowdy clients who had had some difficulty in
handling alcohol. 

"Thanks, Mike. I really appreciate it what you did tonight."

"No sweat, Linda. That's my job."

They exchanged smiles, but Linda didn't linger next to him for long as she
had to work. The bar had become very popular thanks to her presence. For
once she was using her looks to her advantage, tripling her income in one
week with the tips she kept receiving from men and some women, too.

"Hey, Linda..." he called.

She turned to face him, grabbing a tray to clean an empty table. "Yes?"

"Are you free tonight? After your shift?"

Linda grinned. "No, not really."

"Why not?" He walked leisurely toward her as if he were afraid of the
answer.

"'Coz I don't date men."

"You don't?"

Linda smiled inwardly as she swept the metallic table clean with a wet
sponge. Without looking at him, she said, "Nope."

"What? Are you a lesbo?"

She paused her cleaning and looked him straight in the eye. "Yes, you can
say that. I am a goddamned lesbo and you have to deal with it."

"I don't believe you."

"Suit yourself." She shrugged off his doubts and left without looking back,
failing to see the incredulity stamped on his face.

After this revelation he didn't show up at the bar for a couple of weeks. He
was most probably digesting the shock and the disappointment her words had
caused, Linda thought. On one balmy early evening, though, he came to the
bar when he was off duty. He wore a navy blue shirt and white pants with an
Italian cut. Linda had heard many comments about Italian mothers and how
protective they were about their male offspring. She grinned at the thought
of his mother buying those pants for him at a local store.

Silently he sat down at one of the tables and lit a cigarette, driving out
the smoke through his nostrils toward the darkened, moonless sky.

"Hi, Mike," she greeted as she walked up to his table.

"Hi, kid. Give me a whisky on the rocks, will you?"

Linda cleaned his table and emptied the ashtray. "Are you okay?"

"Well, yeah."

"You don't seem to."

"Just bring the frigging whisky, will you?"

"I'm not allowed to serve alcohol to disturbed people. And you seem
disturbed. What happened?"

"My mother."

"She gets on your nerves, huh?"

He nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, I know the feeling."

"You do?"

"Yeah, my mother is also a pain, especially when I came out. Like *you* were
a pain when I came out to you."

"Me???"

"Yes, you. You just disappeared. You stopped coming by. I even thought you
were mad at me."

"No, no... I've just been busy. I find it kinda cool, actually."

"Cool? What? That I'm gay?"

"Yeah, I dig chicks who dig chicks, you know." He winked at her with a
malicious smile.

"I'll bet you do," she said with a wide grin. "But don't even think it," she
added as she walked back to the counter to fetch his order. Mike looked
calmer after their conversation and it seemed safe to give him the whisky he
had asked for.

Linda handed him the drink, but then she had to leave and attend to a new
group of clients: five men with their respective girlfriends. It was a noisy
bunch, but Linda was unfazed by them. She knew how to handle this type of
customers, some of them potential troublemakers.

Later that evening, when she closed the bar for her boss, and set out for
her parents' place, there he was waiting for her near a lamp-post. The
garish yellowish light turned Mike's chestnut hair into a ghostly brownish
yellow. She particularly liked his proud poise and his rough, uncomplicated
way of dealing with people. Even his superficial arrogance was a plus in
him. She could see through it, see the real Mike Rogers, a vulnerable,
lonely man, in search of a soul-mate.

"Mike, what are you doing here?"

"I'll walk you home."

"Who says I want you to walk me home?"

"Linda, I need to talk to you."

"What about?" she asked, watching him breathe in the last drag from his
cigarette. Again he was off duty, she noticed, taking in how he was dressed
-- an impeccable khaki shirt covering part of a matching pair of pants.

"Let's walk," he said curtly.

Linda decided to go along with his proposal. She was curious. His taciturn
ways were intriguing. They strolled silently down the path that ran along
the beach, almost devoid of people, save for a few couples of sweethearts,
enjoying a late evening outside before heading for one of the many clubs of
the neighborhood.

"Okay, I'm listening."

Still, he hesitated and looked away.

"What is it, Mike? What do you want to talk about?"

"This is not easy."

"Never is. Just tell me."

Mike Rogers looked at her for the first time that evening. Linda could see
his frown and discomfort. What the hell did he want to say?

"Well, I've heard these rumors..."

"Oh, you listen to rumors... Oh, yeah, I forgot you were a cop."

"Listen, Linda... It's not like that."

"So, tell me how it is. Really. I'm listening."

"That you and another girl..."

"Surprising, huh? Hello? What did I tell you?"

"Yes, but this other girl is your sister, isn't it?"

"Are you spying on me, Mr. Rogers? Who the hell are you to make all these
questions?"

"No, I'm not spying on you... I just couldn't believe what you told me..."

"And so you've been asking questions about me, right?" Linda stopped
walking, getting hold of her mountain bike. "You know what I hate the most?
People who become obsessed with me. I've had so many kooks running after me.
They *loved* me, they wanted to *marry me* even if I told then I didn't love
them. I don't want another guy obsessed with me. I really don't need that
shit, *not now!*"

"Calm down, Linda. I know you were that girl that appeared on the news. I
know about your kidnapping. I know you killed that guy. In self defense. I
also know about your father, and the corruption charges."

"Those charges were dropped!"

"Yes, I know that."

"So, what do you want from me?" she asked in anger.

"I don't want anything from you, babe. I..."

"I'm not your babe, and I never will be."

"Linda, I understand your anger. I understand your disappointment about my
spying on you... but the truth is... the truth is I'm gay, too."

"Get out of here!" she said, flabbergasted, as if someone had slapped her in
the face. 

"Yes, I know what you mean. My endless list of girlfriends... but they never
really meant anything to me."

"And guys do." It was supposed to be a question but it turned out to be a
statement. Linda still could not believe it. Suddenly she started guffawing.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Well, it seems my gaydar is broken. I should've seen it coming but I
didn't. How blind can you be?"

"Well, I have to be careful."

"And so have I."

"So, is it really true that thing between you and your sister?"

"Why do you want to know? What's in for you? I don't understand."

"I'm just curious. I heard you kissed her on the beach a couple of years
ago."

"So? Does that make us a couple of frigging incestuous lesbo bitches?"

He shook his head, burying his hands in the pockets of his unblemished
Italian pants. "No, I was just amazed by your nerve. You're a gutsy piece of
ass, aren't you?"

Linda laughed freely. "Am I that? I didn't know it. Thanks. Coming from you
is really a compliment."

They talked for a long while as if they were long-time friends. On her ride
back home she wore a tired but happy face. It seemed the world was full of
surprises and things were never what they seemed to be. Wow, she thought,
thinking about the possibilities... So that meant the cops had heard about
their case and hadn't done a thing. They didn't go after them and send them
to jail. But if that was case, why? Lack of evidence?

It was already past midnight when she arrived home. As she dismounted her
bike she saw light coming from the window of the room she shared with Nikki.
Her sister had been waiting for her. Taking her time Linda parked the bike
inside the garage and slipped in the main hall of the house.

"Is that you, Linda?" she heard Nikki whisper in the dark from the top of
the stairs.

"Yes, Lovely You."

"Lovely You?"

Linda climbed the stairs toward her sister. "Yes, Lovely You. It's my new
pet name for you, Lovely You."

Nikki grinned, seemingly surprised by her sister's good mood. "Where the
hell have you been?"

"Before you begin to mother me, let me take a shower and I'll tell you all
about it, okay?"

"Sure."


* * *


Nikki was dying of curiosity. She became breathless as Linda entered their
room, her long hair wet and limp, draping her naked shoulders. Her long,
sinuous body was covered by a white terry towel. Still, her mind could
picture her sister naked as though she had acquired X-ray vision. She looked
away. That lust was unhealthy, her sister had told her so many times, but
still... old habits were difficult to kill.

Linda smiled at her. Nikki became suspicious. It had been the first time her
older sister acknowledged her stare full of longing with a knowing smile
since a long, long time. What the hell was going on?

Then Linda told her about Mike Rogers while she brushed her still humid
hair. Nikki paid attention to her Big Sis, listening silently, motionlessly.
She could not believe her sister had been talking with a guy for so long.
Linda had developed a very aggressive stance toward men in general over the
last few months.

"Do you want me to blow it dry?"

"No." Linda shook her head, removing the towel from her body. She sat naked
on her bed, facing a gaping Nikki.

Nikki's eyes roamed her sister's body, its soft curves, the curved breasts
with light pink areolas and pointed nipples. She studied her sister's navel
and its golden piercing with a sparkling sapphire. She liked the blueness of
the stone, it fitted in with her usual clothing -- blue jeans. Her eyes went
down Linda's body, slowly, as if they caressed Linda's well-toned tummy just
by staring at it. Linda smiled at her, opening her legs as though in a
reflex.

"You still want me, don't you?"

Nikki breathed in. She couldn't talk, for a lump lodged itself in inside of
her throat. After a while she nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Nikki's voice was hoarse almost beyond recognition.

"Make love to me, then."

"Are you sure?"

Linda's smiled appeared again, showing her pearly teeth. "Yes, babe, I'm
sure."

Nikki threw herself into Linda's arms and they kissed fiercely, like two
animals maddened by hunger and thirst as they see food and water after a
long time. Feeling the inebriating lust coming from Linda, Nikki's hands
wandered her sister's body, pinching her skin, nipples, making Linda moan
into her mouth. She began to lick her sister's body as though she was an ice
cream, taking in the odor of recently washed skin, her sister's skin, so
recognizable, so familiar, yet so different from the other times they had
made love.

Linda removed Nikki's pajama top, beaming at her sister. Nikki couldn't
believe what was happening, didn't understand Linda's change of heart.
Linda's breathtaking kiss didn't let her think any further. Her mouth was
being sucked by Linda's lips while her sister's hand fumbled between her
pajama-covered legs. Nikki whimpered, letting herself roll over onto her
back.

Linda, on her knees, scooted over at Nikki's feet. Gently her hands slid off
the pajama bottom from Nikki's legs. Nikki stretched out her arms, silently
asking for a kiss. Linda smiled down at her and lovingly pulled her sister's
legs apart and slipped in between, her mouth approaching Nikki's.

They kissed for a long time, then Linda's mouth began to nibble Nikki's
right ear, whispering, "Lovely You, so lovely, so you."

Nikki felt her heart hammer against her chest, and shut her eyes when she
felt Linda's fingers pressing against the wet folds of her vagina still
covered by the soft, white fabric of her panties.

"Uuugghh!" she groaned softly, as Linda kept masturbating her, giving gentle
nibbles to her throat.

Pleasure flowed intensely through her body, peaking at her naked nipples.
Already drops of sweat gathered on her belly. She felt so hot, burning as if
she was about to burst in flames.

"Take off my panties," she said. "And make love to me, and be my lover
forever."

Linda grinned at her sister's words. "*Be my lover forever*... So powerful,
those words... You... Lovely You..."

They made love for hours, remembering kisses and lost embraces. Gentleness
mixed with loving passion. Nikki's favorite moment was when Linda kept
kissing her lips while she introduced two fingers up her vagina, feeling its
wet smoothness. Nikki's senses seemed to leave her, becoming blunt with the
pleasure she was experiencing, the immense closeness she could only feel
with Linda. Then the orgasm came and blinded her for a moment, as her body
became taut and she bit her lips, holding her breath. The lack of oxygen
made her see a tunnel of soft light bathing her, bringing the whole
occurrence into a spiritual plane.

When she came down from that overwhelming orgasm she felt Linda's lips
kissing her eyelids. She opened her eyes and saw a pair of attentive green
eyes.

"Kiss me, Linda. Kiss me."

"So lovely, so you..." Linda kissed her, her tongue wetting Nikki's dry
lips, sketching trails of saliva on her sister's mouth. "But, please, don't
cry..."

Nikki had fought the tears but the emotions coursing her body and soul were
too overwhelming. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. You're my Babe, my Baywatch Babe."

Nikki laughed, drying her eyes with her fingers. "Stop it. That's so corny."

"You used to like it."

"I was too young and naive."

"Now you're old and wise."

"Not really." Nikki laughed again. "Otherwise we wouldn't be doing this."

"Do you regret it?"

"No." Nikki shook her head. "Not for one second."


* * *


The night didn't end there. That was the night for fulfilling broken
promises and mending broken hearts.

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