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