Message-ID: <45014asstr$1067307005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jan123@hotmail.com> X-Originating-Email: [jan123@hotmail.com] User-Agent: Microsoft-Entourage/10.1.1.2418 From: Jan Vincent <jan123@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <BBC35041.1050C%jan123@hotmail.com> Mime-version: 1.0 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 27 Oct 2003 22:44:22.0852 (UTC) FILETIME=[DDBE6840:01C39CDB] Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id h9RMiPVE019763 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2003 22:44:17 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Unexplainable Longing - Chapter 4 (FF, inc, romantic) Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2003 21:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/45014> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate 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. -- 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: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+