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CHAPTER ELEVEN:  DESIRE

	The four sisters jumped into Linda's Jeep, with Zo  giving a hand to 
Jeannie. Her weakness was still apparent. The beach would do her good, Linda 
figured. Jeannie continued to feel pain in her shoulder and upper chest from 
time to time but she was looking better. Dad's surgeon had done a good job. 
Only a small disfigurement on Jeannie's left shoulder betrayed the fact that 
she had been hit by shotgun pellets. Why that lunatic had run after them and 
shot Jeannie never became clear. The police and the outside world had Dad's 
version, though -- they had been kidnapped. There was hardly any 
investigation of how the redneck died. Linda didn't know what strings Dad 
had pulled, but the case was closed... And no questions asked.
	During the 40-mile trip to the beach house, there was not much talk. Linda 
was enjoying the wind in her hair. The sun was shining and the temperature 
had risen to seventy-nine degrees. Balmy weather had always made her feel 
sexy... and they would have the house to themselves. No more spying, none of 
Mom's controlling.
	Mom had become so damned paranoid... and suspicious. Linda recalled the 
quarrel between Mom and herself over the bedroom keys. Mom wanted to prevent 
them from locking the doors. Fortunately Dad had settled the matter. Drawing 
his wife aside he had whispered a few words into her ear.
	"But Fred..." Mom protested.
	There were more whispered words until Mom's face became paler than usual. 
Obviously against her will, Mom held out the keys. Without hesitating, Linda 
seized them back. She defied her mother with a triumphant smile. Mom just 
left the hall, banging shut the door of her own room.
	"Be wise, Linda," Dad warned her. "I trust you. And please, stop that 
nonsense... You don't need that."

                               * * *

	Linda looked at Nikki. There was a light wind down on the beach, the same 
secluded beach where Nikki had kissed her UCLA jock. Her heart began to melt 
again. Nikki was so beautiful with her blond hair flowing free. The sea 
breeze was caressing their bodies, the late afternoon sun warming their 
tanned skin. Linda's eyes soaked in the image of Nikki's breasts now covered 
by her bikini top, then of her flat tummy, then of her legs... Her gaze 
concentrated on her sister's bikini bottom, her crotch... Linda wondered if 
her sister was as wet as she was. She wanted to kiss her so much. Desire was 
making her mouth dry, and her heart was now beating faster. Nikki was 
watching the twins. Jeannie had settled down on the sand, tired. Zo  sat 
beside her. The twins were thirty feet away. Linda could talk to Nikki 
without being overheard.
	Linda kept staring at Nikki, savoring her voluptuous curves, her soft body. 
She still craved for a kiss, but her sister was oblivious to her. Nikki was 
watching the sunset. The sky fireball now touched the horizon, sending forth 
rays that dyed the quiet sea with shades of crimson that came and went with 
its gentle undulation.
	"Hey, Baywatch Babe," Linda called. She couldn't wait any longer.
	Nikki looked at her, grinning. "Hey, that's not fair. You're the Baywatch 
Babe... I made it up for you."
	"So? We could be both Baywatch Babes..."
	Nikki stared at her sister, her pulse accelerating, her breathing becoming 
heavier. She could see Linda's desire gleaming in her magnetic green eyes. 
God, she could never stop loving this heavenly creature, this witch, this 
sister of hers. Nikki licked her dry lips and looked around. This late 
afternoon the beach was not deserted. It was the weekend... A few couples 
lay on the sand dunes -- the perfect make-out place, it seemed. `They're 
kinda far away,' she thought. Could she kiss Linda without causing an uproar 
on the beach?
	"Linda..." she said, facing her sister.
	"Yes?"
	"I want us to make love."
	"Me too."
	"But..."
	"I know, baby... I know. But I don't care if you don't."
	And as soon as Linda said it, Nikki crawled nearer and kissed her sister. 
Nikki began to melt.
	"Oh baby, baby," Linda whispered, embracing Nikki, making her sister lie on 
top of her. Their sexes touched each other, creating an exquisite 
pressure... warmth radiating from one sex to the other, generating an 
explosive combination of desire... DESIRE... crazy, blinding desire... They 
forgot where they were and the danger of being caught. They kissed and 
kissed, burning mouths biting each other's lips, licking tongues yearning 
for a wet, willing partner. "Ooohhh, NIKKI... Nikki, my love..."
	Nikki unfastened Linda's bikini top and kissed her sister once again, 
making Linda sigh deeply. She kissed her neck, her hands rummaging around 
Linda's breasts, feeling how soft they were, how hard were her sister's 
nipples.
	"Oh, Gaawwwdddd..." Nikki whimpered when Big Sis felt her breasts. "Oh... I 
don't believe this..." But Big Sis made her believe it... Big Sis was 
killing her with soft caresses, stroking her up and down her body, reaching 
further and further down her tummy. "You drive me crazy, Sis... You... drive 
me... crazy..."
	"That's the intention," Linda cracked, in spite of her arousal. "That's the 
whole point, baby."
	Nikki stopped, gazing deeply into those green eyes, that sea of green in 
which she loved to submerge herself. "I love you when you call me "baby"."
	"I love to call you "baby", my little, crazy, passionate baby... My 
Baywatch baby..."
	Nikki chortled. Baywatch baby... This was getting mushier by the minute. 
Action was needed or desire might fade. She reached under Linda's bikini 
bottom, to find out how wet Big Sis was.
	"You're dripping, my dear..."
	"Yes, so are you," Linda replied, grabbing Nikki's rear, kneading it up and 
down, increasing the pressure of her sister's sex on her own. Nikki's hand 
in between produced an incredible wave of pleasure in Linda's body. Their 
bodies kept on rubbing and rubbing their crotches together. They shook 
together because they hungered for the same... Sweet release, hands on 
breasts, fingers on nipples, caressing and caressing... "Oh Nikki, Nikki... 
I love you."
	Sweet release came, simultaneously... Their eyes closed, their hearts, 
sexes throbbed together, their mouths exhaling at the same time, becoming 
one in a deep, deep kiss... Minutes went by, and the kiss didn't end, until 
once again they came simultaneously.

                                * * *

	"Jeannie, wake up." Jeannie opened her eyes and saw Linda gazing down at 
her. "How do you feel?"
	Jeannie smiled at Linda, realizing she was in her own bedroom. She yawned 
and said, "Better... My shoulder still hurts but last night wasn't so bad... 
What's the time?"
	"Noon."
	"Noon? So late?"
	"Yes. I let you sleep the whole morning. You needed that... Last night you 
were really tired... Beach can wear you down if you're not used to it."
	"Where's Zo ? And Nikki?"
	"They went surfing... They were just moping around the house, so I had to 
more or less kick them out."
	"Surfing?... They went surfing alone?"
	"No... Pete's here as well, for the weekend... He's just called and asked 
them to join him." Linda smiled, discerning a tinge of jealousy in her 
sister's eyes. "Hey, baby... Don't you worry. Pete's a nice guy, most of the 
times. Especially if he's not around Mr. Cool... And you've got to trust Zo  
as I trust Nikki. All right?"
	"Why didn't you go with them?"
	"Because I don't want to leave you here alone... You're so weak... 
still..."
	Jeannie's eyes began to glisten... She was moved by Linda's love for her. 
She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve such a loving sister.
	"What's the matter, baby?" Linda asked. "Did I say something wrong?"
	"No," Jeannie said, getting out of bed. "I've gotta pee."
	"D'you wanna go to the mall with me?" Linda called out, making sure Jeannie 
could hear her from the bathroom.
	"Sounds great."
	"OK, let's do it then," Linda said, standing up. She ambled up to the 
bathroom door and added, "I'm going downstairs. I'm gonna fix you a healthy 
brunch before we go."
	Jeannie looked up and saw her sister staring at her. Without thinking, 
Jeannie drew her legs together, out of shame. Her sex was becoming wet... 
embarrassingly wet... Just the thought of being alone with Linda made her 
breathless. She hoped Nikki and Zo  would stay long enough down at the 
beach. She didn't dare to think about it but maybe something might happen.
	"OK, Linda... Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be ready."
	Linda just smiled... and left. Jeannie lingered on the toilet, unable to 
move. Jeannie wondered what Linda's smile meant...

                                 * * *

	They walked down the mall arcade. Sheryl Crow was singing "Sweet Rosalyn" 
from her newest album. The rhythm was catching, so they began to move their 
bodies to the music, laughing at each other. As usual people started to 
stare...
	Jeannie was happy... Her shoulder and chest hurt because of the laughter 
but being with Linda pain didn't matter much. All she wanted danced beside 
her, as though the arcade of the shopping mall was a dance floor. Linda was 
so magical... She could turn the most insignificant moment of their lives 
into a reason to go wild, and do outrageous things like dancing in a 
shopping mall. Jeannie felt alive, so fucking alive. She laughed to herself. 
Swearing was becoming a turn-on... Zo  had taught her that. A shudder ran 
down her spine.
	They stopped when a group of horny young guys surrounded them, joining the 
impromptu party.
	"Let's go, Jeannie," Linda commanded, pulling on her sister's arm, ignoring 
the  unsolicited attention. They hurried into a store, escaping from the 
guys who kept following them. The two sisters shuffled through bomber 
jackets and dresses and lingerie, killing time. The guys were waiting for 
them outside. Linda joked about trying on a couple of bras, some of them 
flagrantly bigger than her own size. Jeannie couldn't help giggling, taking 
a quick glance outside the store. The guys hadn't moved. One of them had lit 
up a cigarette and leaned against a pillar. He was talking with one of his 
pals... Planning a strategy?
	"Let's try on these," Linda said, this time with a more serious look on her 
face. "They'll give up, sooner or later..."
	Jeannie looked at her sister, stunned. Linda couldn't mean that, or could 
she? Anticipation made Jeannie flush. An electric sensation raced through 
her body. Her legs turned into rubber while moisture and tension built up in 
her sex.
	"You coming, Jeannie?"
	"Y- yes," she stammered. "But I need a few more... Those are too big for 
me."
	Linda laughed. "Give it a few more years and you'll see... Pick up a couple 
of them and join me, OK?"
	"OK," Jeannie said, not believing her luck. Did Big Sis know what her 
invitation was doing to her inside? Jeannie wondered. Did she? Or was she 
just teasing, like she did with her endless list of suitors?
	Jeannie sifted through the heap of bras on sale and chose two sporty 
numbers... They would come in handy for cheerleading practice. She hurried 
past a salesclerk, blushing against her will. It seemed to Jeannie that the 
salesclerk hadn't missed a thing. Maybe that meddlesome woman guessed every 
thought, every feeling that capered inside her head. Jeannie hesitated... 
She didn't know whether she should walk into Linda's stall or look for 
another. She looked around but the second stall was occupied, leaving her 
with no choice.
	"Linda, may I come in?"
	"Of course" was the answer from the other side of the curtain.
	Jeannie pushed her way in. Linda was looking at her own reflection, pulling 
her breasts up, trying out a very daring push-up bra. Jeannie's sex became 
alive again... Warmth, sweet damp warmth in her crotch...
	"So, what d'you think?" Linda asked, still staring at the mirror. "You like 
it?"
	"Y- yes."
	Linda looked at Jeannie... and how her youngest sister stared at her 
breasts. How eagerly Jeannie had sucked them a few months ago flashed 
through her mind. Which caused her nipples to stiffen in no time. Jeannie's 
face was flushed, her breathing heavy...
	"Jeannie, are you OK?" Linda asked, declining to acknowledge the blatant 
signs of desire given off by her little sister.
	"Yes..." Jeannie's voice sounded so anguished, as though she was terrified 
by something...
	"Come here," Linda said, her mouth becoming dry, her sex throbbing.
	Guilt began to seep back though. It was one thing making love with Nikki... 
Making love with Jeannie was- Linda didn't know... Jeannie was so young, so 
eager to please... and Linda didn't want to double-cross anyone... But 
Jeannie's eyes looked so desperate, so hungry for love.
	Despite everything, Linda held Jeannie close, feeling her sister's heart 
thumping as fast as hers. Her hands brushed Jeannie's hair away from her 
moist face. Jeannie was crying.
	"Jeannie... why?"
	"I don't know," Jeannie sobbed. "I really don't know. I'm sorry."
	"For what?"
	Jeannie sobbed again. It seemed that her head was going to explode, her 
body was so warm as if it was on fire. Jeannie breathed in in stutters. She 
inhaled Big Sis's fragrance, her hand touching Big Sis's right breast by 
accident. Linda shuddered.
	"Linda..."
	"Yes?"
	"Please..."
	"What?"
	"Let's go home," Jeannie said, swallowing, releasing herself from Linda's 
embrace. " I've gotta go, Linda... Gotta go... I'm sorry..." Without looking 
back, Jeannie tore off down the aisle of the store and disappeared.
	"Jeannie!" Linda screamed from the stall, stuck there while she hurriedly 
dressed. The few customers in the store and the handful of salesclerks 
stared at her, but Linda was beyond caring. She changed bras, slipped her 
blouse back on at full speed, and scooted out of the store. She heard a 
"Hey..." Probably a salesclerk thought this was a ploy to walk away with a 
couple of free bras... Idiots!
	Linda ran after Jeannie but her sister was nowhere to be seen. She scanned 
the arcades of the mall but to no avail.
	"Oh, God..." she whispered to herself, pulling her long hair away from her 
eyes, still searching for Jeannie. "Oh, God... Please, Jeannie... Don't do 
this to me."
	Finally Linda decided to look for Jeannie outside the mall but her sister 
wasn't there either.
	"Oh Jeannie, Jeannie... Where are you?... Where... are... you?...



CHAPTER TWELVE:  TO DIE FOR

	Nikki and Zo  waved good-bye to Pete. Nikki found it amazing how different 
Pete could be when he was away from the rest of the gang. He was more 
patient, and instead of behaving like an asshole trying to impress them with 
smooth moves on the surfboard -- far too difficult for beginners -- he made 
sure you knew the basics before attempting something more daring. Nikki and 
Zo  were discussing this when they got home.
	"Hi, Nikki," Linda greeted them as they came in. "Hi, Zo ..."
	"What's the matter, Linda?" Nikki asked. "You look so pale."
	"Jeannie... I don't know where she is."
	"What?" Zo  exclaimed.
	"It's my fault..."
	"Calm down, Linda," Nikki said, setting down her surfboard. "What're you 
talking about?"
	Linda was shaking. Their older sister, the one who was always in control, 
appeared to have lost her composure. Linda was doubled up, crying on the 
couch. Nikki sat down next to her.
	"Linda, listen to me... What happened? Please... tell me."
	"It's my fault... It's all my fault."
	"What, Linda? What?"
	It took a few long minutes before Linda could explain what happened in the 
mall.
	"If something happens to Jeannie... I'll never forgive myself... Oh, 
Nikki... Nikki..."
	"She's down at the beach," Zo  suddenly said. Her sisters looked at her, 
their eyes questioning her how she could be so sure. "Don't ask me why but I 
just know she's down at the beach. Let's go."
	Zo , for the first time, led the way. The three of them made a beeline for 
the promenade and then for the beach. Soon they found Jeannie sitting on the 
sand, her arms encircling her knees, staring at the waves, her light hair 
flapping around her head.
	"Jeannie!" Zo  called out, drawing near to her twin sister.
	Jeannie didn't look up. She just kept staring out to sea.
	"Jeannie, we were worried sick about you," Nikki added.
	"Just leave me alone."
	"We ain't gonna leave without you. It's late... and you know it's not safe 
to stay here after dark." Nikki crouched down beside Jeannie. "Jeannie, 
listen-"
	"I'm not coming with you. Just leave me ALONE!!!"
	For the first time in her life Nikki was afraid of Jeannie. Jeannie looked 
at her with so much hate... She looked so desperate. Nikki turned to Linda 
for help, but Big Sis was as helpless and despairing as Jeannie. If Linda 
was unable to do anything, there was nothing she could do, Nikki concluded. 
That powerlessness scared Nikki more than anything. She had always counted 
on Big Sis to solve this kind of crisis. Then the unthinkable crossed her 
mind...
	"I'm gonna call Dad."
	"What?" Zo  cried out.
	"Yes, look at Linda and Jeannie," Nikki said with a lump in her throat. 
"I've never seen them so messed up... I don't know what happened in that 
fucking mall... But I do know we can't go on like this... This is fucking 
our brains up, can't you see that?"
	"Nikki, don't you understand?"
	"What, Zo ?"
	"Jeannie wants to sleep with Linda..."
	"What?... Is this all about-"
	"Yes. And Linda doesn't want to hurt you... Can you be that blind?"
	Nikki gazed at Linda in total disbelief... Big Sis was crying copiously, 
her hair flying in the breeze, her eyes so helpless, so dejected.
	"Is that true, Linda?" asked Nikki.
	Seconds, like minutes, like hours, elapsed before Linda could nod.
	"Why didn't you tell me, Linda? Why? I would've understood."
	"You would?" Linda said, cleaning her face dry with her fingers.
	"Of course... You think I want to see you this desperate? I don't want to 
drive anyone crazy. Who am I to forbid you or Jeannie anything? I'm not 
Mom... or Dad."
	"Oh Nikki," Linda whispered, hugging her sister. "I was feeling so guilty."
	"Don't. How many times do I have to say that to you? Nothing happens to me 
or  the twins against our will. We made love because we BOTH wanted that. I 
could've said no... But I didn't. I said yes and I'll say yes to you till I 
die."
	"Oh Nikki..." Linda sighed, holding Nikki tighter and staring at Jeannie. 
Her youngest sister seemed as bewildered as she was.
	Zo  offered her hand to her twin sister and this time Jeannie accepted it, 
rising to her feet. Linda freed Nikki from her embrace and drew closer to 
the twins. "And you, Zo ," Linda asked, "what d'you think about it? You two 
were fighting over it when we ran away, weren't you?"
	"Yes. We were... but not any more. I kept thinking about it when Jeannie 
was in hospital. I promised to myself if she got better I'd never hit her 
again. She's free to do what she pleases. All I want is her happiness... I 
swear."
	"Don't swear," Linda said. "There's no need to. I believe you. Let's go 
home. I'll fix a nice dinner... and we'll talk about it."
	The four sisters walked back home, ignoring the multitude of cars and 
people flocking toward the sea. A year ago they would have joined the 
partying crowd without a worry in their minds. Now life seemed far more 
complicated. Their hearts weighed heavy and their eyes hurt from crying.
	Nikki held Zo  closer and pushed Jeannie into Linda's arms. Linda smiled 
her thank-you to her unbelievably unselfish sister. The fist that squeezed 
her heart began to relax its grip. She looked down at Jeannie. Jeannie's 
eyes were half-shut, leaning against her big sister's shoulder. Jeannie was 
utterly worn out. No wonder... after such a dreadful day... It was a day to 
forget... or maybe a day to remember... one day...

                                * * *

	"Who was that?" Linda asked, slicing tomatoes for the salad.
	"Pete," Nikki answered, stepping into the kitchen and abandoning the 
cellular phone on the table. "He's just asked me out."
	"And?"
	"Jealous?"
	"Maybe."
	"No need," Nikki whispered into her ear, causing Linda to tremble with a 
chilling thrill. Nikki's arms encompassed her sister's waist. "I said no."
	"You didn't have to."
	"I know... Not in the mood."
	They heard the twins coming downstairs. Linda's hands clutched Nikki's 
arms, wriggling herself out of her sister's embrace. She sent an apologetic 
look to Nikki. "Only tonight," Linda murmured. "OK?"
	"Don't worry," Nikki said, shaking her head. "I'm not in a hurry."
	After eating supper and cleaning up the kitchen, the four sisters went into 
the living room. Zo  turned on the TV and plumped herself down on the couch. 
Jay Leno's face appeared on the screen. It wasn't the Tonight Show but an 
interview with him. The interviewer referred to the usual jokes about his 
chin, and whether or not that bothered him... Nikki hunkered down next to 
Zo .
	"I think I'm gonna hit the sack," Jeannie said, rotating her shoulder, 
feeling it with her hand and grimacing.
	"Still hurts?" Linda asked, still standing, just a couple of feet away from 
Jeannie.
	"Hmm mmm," Jeannie confirmed.
	"Maybe you should go with Jeannie," Nikki said, looking at Linda. "Jeannie 
can sleep in my bed tonight... If she needs a massage, you'll be right next 
to her. I'll keep Zo  company... Right, Zo ?"
	"Hmm mmm," Zoe's turn to agree.
	"We'll be OK," Nikki assured her hesitating sisters. "Just go... Or do we 
have to drag you two upstairs?"
	Linda smiled. Nikki's words sounded so strange. Nikki was literally pushing 
her into Jeannie's arms, Linda realized. Her beautiful, large-hearted sister 
understood the burning desire Jeannie felt for her, for Linda, her sister, 
her lover...
	Lover?... What a strange word to describe what they were to each other.
	Linda climbed the stairs behind Jeannie. Jeannie stopped by the room she 
shared with Zo .
	"You don't wanna come?" Linda asked.
	"To your room?"
	"Yes."
	"Do you want that?..."
	"Only if you want to."
	"I do."
	"OK, I'll massage your shoulder..."
	Jeannie nodded, inside her body turning into a furnace. Her legs were 
failing her. Was this the moment she had waited for all her life? Was 
tonight the night? She'd had so many letdowns. Life is hard... Life isn't 
easy... She tried to convince herself this was just a promise of a simple 
massage. Jeannie shook her head. She didn't want to think about it. It would 
most likely be another letdown.
	Self-consciously Jeannie changed into her pajamas after washing her face in 
Linda's bathroom. It was the first time she did that in front of Big Sis. It 
felt like they were bride and groom on their first awkward night together. 
Maybe they were... Jeannie shook her head again, driving away that crazy 
daydreaming. She was getting carried away... but close quarters with Big Sis 
was such an intoxicating experience now.
	"Ready?" Linda asked, smiling at her sister's reflection in the mirror. She 
spread her night cream all over her face.
	"What's this stuff?" Jeannie queried, examining the cream bowl.
	"It hydrates your skin... Beach dries it up... Want some?"
	"Does it tickle?"
	"No," Linda chuckled, "but I do."
	Jeannie let out a short-lived shriek of delight when Linda tickled her 
ribcage. Jeannie ran to Nikki's bed, giggling. Nikki's bed was hers tonight. 
She was going to sleep next to Linda. `This must be a dream,' she decided. 
`This can't be real...'
	Linda walked toward her, the cream bowl in her hand. "OK, just lie back and 
close your eyes. I'll start with your face."
	Jeannie obeyed, realizing how unusually warm her body was. She waited for 
the contact... the supreme moment. Linda's hands touched her, finally, 
producing an unending, delicious trembling. It was more than a sexual 
feeling now. It seemed as though her body was floating on air, leaving this 
earth full of disappointments and misery. Only Linda could make that 
happen... Linda was a goddess, the river nymph, spreading a magical ointment 
that cooled down her flushed face and made her relax. She wanted to kiss 
her... She wanted Linda to kiss her... But the kiss didn't come. She opened 
her eyes.
	"Feeling good?" Linda asked, smiling down at her.
	Jeannie nodded. She couldn't talk.
	"Now, your shoulder... You've got to take your pajamas off, Jeannie. I 
mean, only the top..."
	"OK," Jeannie said, straightening herself up on the bed. She looked down, 
avoiding Linda's stare. Linda helped her out of the pajama top. Red-faced, 
Jeannie faced her sister, hiding her breasts behind her arms
	"What?"
	"They're so small."
	"No, they aren't... They're beautiful... just like you."
	"Yours are bigger..."
	Linda laughed. "Hey, young lady... This ain't a contest for big boobs. All 
right?" Jeannie laughed back, nervously. Then Linda added, "And by the way 
that's nothing I haven't seen before. Just relax, girl. Lie down... on your 
stomach."
	Linda brushed Jeannie's hair away from her back. She poured onto Jeannie's 
arms and shoulder blades the massage oil Mom kept in her closet. With care 
she spread it slowly, very slowly, all over her sister's back, concentrating 
the massage more and more on the injured shoulder. She smiled to herself, 
watching Jeannie's eyelids close, her sister's body get less and less taut. 
Linda felt happy, in spite of the ghastly events that had taken place that 
afternoon. She was reassuring Jeannie, making her feel loved... sex aside. 
When she was done massaging with Jeannie, her sister didn't move. Linda 
realized Jeannie had fallen asleep. Linda covered her with the sheet, making 
a special effort to prevent any sudden movement that could wake her sister.
	She turned off the lights, sighing. `Better this way,' she thought. They 
didn't have to sleep together. Maybe that would be a bad call... for both of 
them.

                              * * *

	Jeannie's eyes flickered open. She raised herself up onto her elbow. She 
brushed her hair off her eyes and mouth. She felt so terribly tired. Beach 
was wearing her down, as Linda had said. Jeannie raised her eyes, stared at 
her sister, and sighed. Straining reluctantly to recover from somnolence, 
she put on her pajama top and dragged herself out of bed. It was 7 AM and 
the sun was beginning to rise in the eastern sky. Birds sang in the trees, 
enjoying their few hours of freedom from humans.
	Jeannie went to the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror, examining 
her tired-looking features. She tossed her hair back and away from her face. 
It still looked pale. She scanned her skin for pimples, a daily habit that 
drove her twin sister crazy. Zo  couldn't understand her obsession with skin 
care. Zo  stormed out of the bathroom every time she insisted her twin 
should do the same.
	Jeannie had a drink of water and traipsed back to bed. Before sitting down 
on the bed, she looked down at Linda. Big Sis was still sleeping. Jeannie 
realized Linda wasn't wearing her T-shirt. The whiteness of the sheets set 
off the golden tan of her naked body. Linda's hair was spread out on the 
pillow, gold against white all over... Jeannie followed her sister's curves 
under the sheets... She made for herself an image of Linda's breasts, rising 
and falling, yielding to the steady breathing of a beautiful body of an even 
more beautiful person... Her sister... Her gorgeous, amazing Big Sis...
	Jeannie kept staring at Linda. She couldn't look away. She just couldn't. A 
knot began to grow in her throat... And the need, the craving for Linda came 
upon her, making her shudder. Her breathing was becoming heavier again, and 
swallowing was almost impossible. Every breath she took seemed like a sigh. 
Her mouth was as dry as a desert... a desert without water, without a 
soul...
	"Oh God..." Jeannie muttered, this time looking away. A sudden urge to cry 
came over her. In no time tears filled her eyes and began to run down her 
cheeks. That same crushing despair she had felt at the mall returned. She 
was unable to understand it. And that scared her. Sometimes she had the 
impression she was going to flip out. "Oh Sis... Linda..."
	But Linda didn't wake up. Her chest maintained the same steady rhythm. 
Jeannie stared at Linda's face, so peaceful, like an angel's, her angel.
	"Linda, please..." Jeannie begged in a whisper. "Please, Linda... wake up. 
I need you... I need you so much... Please... Please..."
	Jeannie's quivering became more apparent. This time she couldn't help it - 
she began to sob. Only then Linda woke up, sitting up on her bed with a 
start.
	"Jeannie... what happened?" asked Linda. She sprung up and pulled Jeannie 
into her arms "Jeannie... for chrissake... what's the matter?"
	But the sobbing didn't go away. Jeannie was inconsolable. "Come here, 
then," Linda said, taking her little sister into her bed. "Lie down with me. 
We'll stay here all day if you want." Once in bed, Linda cradled Jeannie 
close, kissing her forehead, her eyes, shushing her. Jeannie drew closer, 
pressing herself toward Linda, her arms taking hold of Linda's waist. 
"Jeannie... Jeannie..."
	Jeannie stared at Linda... at Linda's green eyes... They were like two 
green emeralds, magnets...
	"Linda," she whispered.
	"Yes?"
	"Linda..." Jeannie repeated. "Linda..."
	"Yes, baby... What?"
	"Please..."
	And with that please, Linda understood how deeply Jeannie had fallen in 
love with her. And that was scary.. Not even Nikki was that intense.
	"Please, Linda... Please... I beg you..." Taking matters into her own 
hands, Jeannie kissed the corner of Linda's mouth, pressing her body against 
her sister's. But those green eyes hesitated still. "Please, Linda... 
Please, or I'll die... Please... Kiss me... Kiss me... is all I ask."
	Slowly Linda's lips came down on Jeannie's. Linda couldn't resist any more 
Jeannie's mind-blowing intensity. Then the kiss happened, very slowly, as 
though they were kissing in slow motion. It was a feverish, intense kiss... 
so intense they shook at the same time, breathlessly.
	Making love with Jeannie felt so different, thought Linda. With Nikki she 
could sometimes laugh. With Jeannie, that wouldn't be possible. The 
intensity of Jeannie's look demanded seriousness, and knowing that someone 
could love her that much excited her strangely. Linda didn't understand how 
and why. She preferred to stop thinking about it... Jeannie was waiting.
	Linda kissed her, this time passionately, and Jeannie melted in her arms, 
closing her eyes, dying with little spasms, so intense had the kiss become.
	"Linda..." Jeannie breathed out, her eyelids still shut. "Linda... 
Linda..." she kept repeating, her voice trailing off, while Linda kissed her 
breasts over her pajama top, then her stomach, uncovering it. Linda's lips 
and tongue in her belly button, going up, forcing her pajamas up, generating 
more sweet trembling...
	Desire was growing, Linda noticed... and that was good... Desire made 
Jeannie come down to earth, soothed the pain, kept her away from that 
intense despair. Because of it, Linda was impatient, her mouth going down to 
Jeannie's sex, licking her sister's panties, almost without foreplay. Linda 
worried about it. It wasn't nice to rush, considering it was Jeannie's first 
time with her. But what Linda didn't know was that this didn't matter to 
Jeannie. Nothing mattered. Only being with Big Sis mattered.
	Linda let Jeannie get rid of her panties, and without delay Big Sis began 
to lick the lips of her vagina. Linda bit her sister's inner thighs, 
lightly. Jeannie blenched a little, surprised, but it felt good. Her sex was 
so wet... Jeannie could feel her own wetness oozing out of her cunt. It was 
so sweet and crazy at the same time... And Linda kept licking her there, 
causing shivers, endless shivers.
	"Uuhhmmm... Linda... Linda... Love you... I love you..." Jeannie whispered, 
playing with her sister's hair, brushing it with her fingers, while desire 
kept growing... and growing... "Oh Linda!" she screamed, her body arching 
up. Linda had bitten her once more, making her juices flow and flow. She 
opened her eyes and saw the damp on her sister's face. Linda's face was 
showing her pleasure.
	`I'm dying,' Jeannie thought. `I must be dying.' She pushed Linda's face 
against her sex. It was time to increase the pressure and rhythm. Jeannie 
pulled up her legs and pressed them together, and she almost fainted when 
she felt Linda's tongue inside her... Further inside it slid, touching her 
clitoris lightly, with utmost care. Jeannie lowered her legs. That position 
tired her too much. She was weak... Her sister made her weaker and weaker.
	Jeannie felt the orgasm coming. Linda's tongue was again approaching her 
clitoris. Jeannie again shut her eyes, feeling one wave after another. 
Pleasure was coming...
	"Oooohhh..." Jeannie moaned. "Gawd... Linda... No... Yes... Yes... 
YEEEESSSS!!!!" It was a hiss that followed the most incredible wave of 
pleasure. The orgasm was about to happen. But not yet. Linda kept teasing 
Jeannie's clitoris, inserting her tongue up Jeannie's vagina, licking its 
soaking walls. "Linda, I'm dying... I'm dying..."
	Then at last the orgasm came. Jeannie's body shuddered from head to toe, 
and she lay still, as though she had indeed died. But she was alive, very, 
very alive. Her heart pounded, her body was on fire, demanding more. A 
second wave came upon her, and then another orgasm, as Linda's tongue inside 
her kept licking and licking. Linda's lips lapped up her juices, kissing her 
vaginal folds, softly, tenderly, insatiably.
	Linda was the angel that made her float on air. It felt as though they were 
floating and floating above the bed, the sky, the trees outside. It was 
morning now...
	"That's enough, Linda," said Jeannie, pulling her sister up and into her 
arms "That's all I can take for now...."
	They kissed for a very long time, Jeannie's hand slipping in between their 
hot bodies, reaching for Linda's sex. Jeannie wanted to make her sister come 
while kissing her mouth. Linda helped her, putting Jeannie's hand in place. 
Another kiss, a deep-felt kiss, and a hand touching Linda's pussy, her 
clitoris...
	"Baby... Jeannie... That's right... That's it... Go on... Please... Gawd... 
JEANNIE... YES... Yes...Uuuuhhhmmm... You're so good... to me..."
	They kissed once more, Jeannie tasting her own juices in Linda's mouth.
	It was delicious to see Linda like this, Jeannie concluded, so close to the 
ecstatic moment, her moment; to feel her pussy pulsating around slippery 
hands and invading fingers, covered with Linda's and her own juices... It 
was to die for.
	Finally Linda came, groaning with intense pleasure, rolling her eyes and 
breathing deeply. Seeing this, Jeannie's joy was infinite. She had succeeded 
in making Big Sis come. In her wildest dreams she had imagined that but she 
never really expected to achieve it. She loved her. Yes, it really was to 
die for.
	They made love all morning, caressing, feeling their breasts against each 
other's bodies. Jeannie couldn't stop touching those mounds of soft, round 
flesh, Linda's and her own... She sucked Linda's nipples, one after the 
other and then back to the first, exciting her sister to ever more wonderful 
orgasms, one after the other.
	"I love you," Jeannie whispered.
	"I love you," it was the answer spoken by a hoarse voice. Then only 
silence, and a long moan... Linda's pleasure, induced by Jeannie's lips on 
her breasts... It had happened again.

                                * * *

	Linda sneaked out of the bed as quietly as possible. Jeannie was sleeping 
now, spent by their intense lovemaking. It felt odd to make love with 
Jeannie. Her youngest sister's love was so absolutely breathtaking. The 
intensity of her gaze and feelings were something Linda had never 
experienced, not even with Nikki. It had been almost like a religious 
experience. It had been more than sex. It felt as if their souls were 
merging into one.
	Linda slipped on her T-shirt and panties. She breathed out deeply as she 
reached the stairs, remembering something she had heard about out-of-body 
experiences. Maybe she was going crazy. Linda shook her head, finding 
herself in the living room. She heard voices. Zo  and Nikki and someone else 
were outside in the back yard. She hesitated about joining her sisters 
without any pants on. Linda peeked out the window, hiding behind the drapes. 
A man was talking to her sisters. He was middle-aged. White hair and a large 
forehead with a receding hairline dominated his pudgy features. He wore a 
weathered tweed jacket and smoked a cigar. She had never seen him before. 
She stopped by the open back door and listened...
	"So, you sure?" the stranger asked.
	"Yes," replied Zo .
	"And you'd better be going, mister," Nikki added, "or I'll call the 
cops..."
	"OK, OK... Take it easy, kids... I'm leaving..."
	Saying this, he made a slow turn and lumbered down the driveway.
	"Hi, Linda!" Nikki greeted, watching her sister approaching.
	"Hi... Who's that guy? What'd he want?"
	"He was asking questions..." Nikki said, stealing a glance at Zo .
	"What kind of questions?"
	"He said he was a reporter... and was writing a story about Dad... He 
wanted to know things about us... Mom... Dad... The kidnapping, and..."
	"And what?"
	"How our kidnapper died..."
	"And what did you say?"
	"We didn't say anything, Linda," Zo  cut in. "We said if he wanted to write 
a piece about Dad, he should talk to him..."
	"And what else?"
	"Linda," Nikki said, holding her sister's trembling hands, "there's nothing 
to worry about... We didn't tell him anything... We just said he was 
trespassing... He had no right to come barging into our back yard... 
Honest."
	Linda sighed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She sat down on a lawn 
chair, still shaking.
	"Linda," said Nikki to her, kneeling beside her chair, "why are you so 
upset?"
	"Because he might've followed us, Nikki... Because he might've taken 
pictures, when you and I were making love... on the beach..."
	"He didn't mention any pictures... Linda, why worry? I don't care if he's 
got pictures of us making out... Sometimes I wish..."
	"What?" Linda said, her eyes meeting Nikki's, which had gained sudden 
aloofness.
	Nikki shook her head.
	"What, Nikki?"
	"Nothing..."
	"Please, don't do this to me... Tell me..."
	"It's not possible, Linda... So why should I say it out loud? It's not 
possible."
	"What?"
	"It is ridiculous..."
	"Let me be the judge of that."
	"You're going to laugh at me."
	"No, I won't. You should know me better than that..."
	"OK... I wish... Sometimes I wish I could marry you... So, it's out... Now 
you can laugh..."
	Before the words could sink in, Nikki got to her feet and ran back into the 
house, leaving Linda there in the back yard with a stupefied look on her 
face. Linda raised her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest like a madman. 
She stared at Zo  but her sister didn't move. Zo  looked down, averting her 
eyes... Things were out of control, Linda could see, unable to prevent her 
hands from shaking. Feelings were running ahead of their heads once more. 
Maybe Nikki was right when she said all that "stuff" was fucking up their 
brains.
	The pain came back... The scream welled up inside her again... Zo  came 
closer.
	"Linda..." she said, kneeling at her sister's feet, taking hold of her 
hands. "Linda, I know it's hard... but it's been hard on all of us... Nikki 
needs you... Jeannie needs you... We all need you. If you break down now... 
I don't know what's going to happen to us... I don't know many things, but I 
do know this... You've got to be strong... Please..."
	Despite her low spirits, Linda raised a fleeting smile. "So wise now... 
What ever happened to you?"
	"I've already told you... When I saw Jeannie lying up there, bleeding to 
death, and then in the hospital... I realized how stupid our quarrels 
were... how petty human minds can be... I was losing her... and I swore I 
was not going to let it happen again... EVER!"
	"You're right, Zo ," said Linda, trying to get up. Zo  reached out for her, 
helping her to her feet. "I feel so weak..." And the moment Linda said it, 
her legs gave up, her eyes went blank, and her body fell on the lawn with a 
thump.

                               * * *

	Linda moseyed along the beach, compromising between not getting her cut-off 
jeans wet and feeling the sea swirl around her feet, caressing them gently 
like a self-effacing, attentive lover... She had decided to come on her own 
to the beach house, to find herself on her own, away from her troubled 
sisters and parents. She felt lonely but she needed that loneliness now to 
survive. She needed distance from Mom and Dad, even from Nikki... and 
particularly now from Jeannie...
	Jeannie's intense love touched Linda too deeply, and to a point she thought 
she'd go crazy. That was not something Linda had discussed with Dr. 
Mansfield -- Dad had insisted she see a therapist. By now that dark-haired, 
attractive young woman knew of the goings-on between herself and her 
sisters. However, she hadn't mentioned that the twins were sleeping 
together. She didn't want to give the impression the McDougall's household 
had turned into a perpetual orgy.
	Linda walked up to the dunes and away from the sea. She scanned the beach 
for people. Seeing no one close, she sighed and slumped down on the sand, 
enjoying its warmth. The thought that Nikki or Jeannie could show up 
uninvited at the beach house slightly alarmed her. Linda didn't hate them. 
No, on the contrary... She still loved them very, very much... but at that 
moment she just couldn't handle the awesome amount of love her sisters 
lavished upon her.
	To Linda's surprise and relief, Emma -- Dr. Mansfield -- had been far from 
judgmental. The therapist had been understanding, though only up to a point. 
Emma said several times she didn't condone what was happening between Linda 
and her sisters. Incest can be a devastating experience, she said.
	Sometimes Linda smiled to herself, though. Emma's brown eyes glistened from 
time to time. It seemed as though that Emma found them all uncannily 
interesting. She asked for details about the seductions and lovemaking. 
Linda couldn't figure out why a therapist should be interested in that, 
unless... In spite of her curiosity, Emma helped her enormously. Her 
oppressive guilt was waning now, although she still had nightmares about the 
redneck, the shotgun, and Jeannie lying on the ground, bleeding and crying 
for help.
	Linda played with the sand, grabbing a handful and then letting it trickle 
down between her fingers, as though her hand had become an hourglass, time 
passing by and never coming back... She looked out at the waves... She was 
bored. She missed Nikki, her sister's love, her unconditional love... `Nikki 
must hate me,' she thought. `I ran away from her.' And again Linda was 
afraid of losing what she had with Nikki. If it ever happened, that would be 
a first. All Linda's relationships had ended on her own initiative. Leaving 
instead of being dumped was the rule, not the exception.
	Linda returned to the beach house, ignoring the staring and head-turning 
she always  caused. Alone, without her sisters, the seduction game had no 
point, no glamour, no thrill... She realized all that hype about the 
promenade, and guys, and teasing, and flirting, had just been an excuse to 
talk with her sisters about sex and love -- sex and love with them. The 
seduction game was not about the boys... The seduction game was about 
girls... her sisters.
	Nervously pressing the keys of the cellular phone, Linda dialed the number 
at home.
	"McDougall's residence..." Linda heard from the other end.
	"Hi, Mom."
	"Hi, Linda... I'm surprised you called..."
	"I think I wanna come home..."
	"So soon? Did you discuss that with Dr. Mansfield?"
	"No... Do I have to?"
	"No. But do you think it's wise? After all, we all know why you collapsed 
in the back yard..."
	"Do we, Mom?" A long silence followed. Linda was getting annoyed with Mom's 
nagging tone of voice. Taking her chances, Linda asked, "Is Nikki home?"
	"No, she's gone out with Lana and Jack... Why?"
	"I wanna talk to her."
	Silence again, interrupted only by static and far away noises. Linda heard 
a female voice talking to Mom. It was Nikki...
	"Hi, Linda," Nikki greeted her. Her sister's voice sounded as eager as 
ever. Probably there was still hope for them. "How are you? Are you feeling 
better? I was so worried..."
	"How's Lana... and Jack?"
	"Oh, they're OK. Lana's a good friend. She sends her love..."
	"Did you talk about-"
	"-us? No... I didn't tell a soul... and I never will..." There was a pause, 
then a sigh. "I miss you."
	Linda's heart jolted... Were they telepaths? "I miss you," Linda replied.
	"Why don't you come home then?"
	"I've already told Mom I'm coming. She didn't seem happy about it but I 
don't care... How are the twins? Are they OK?"
	"Yes... Zoe's changed a lot... The twins don't fight any more... Zoe's more 
or less become like you... I'm impressed."
	"Life and death does that, Nikki... I'm happy for them... OK, I'm gonna 
hang up. Give me an hour and I'll be home."
	"OK, I'll be waiting... Be careful... I don't want to lose you now."
	Linda smiled. "You won't."

                                * * *

	Linda just couldn't believe it... A quiver rushed down her spine... It was 
a quiver of fear... Her legs became taut. She hit the brakes just in time to 
prevent a photographer from ending up under the wheels of the Jeep. What the 
hell was happening? Why was the press crowding around the gate of her house? 
Two cops let her through, receiving orders by walkie-talkie to do so.
	The journalists were screaming something like murder... arrest... Fred 
McDougall... Her father's name.
	Dad? Murdered? That didn't make sense. She'd just talked to Mom and Nikki 
an hour ago...
	Linda was escorted in by a detective who promptly identified himself as the 
man in charge. He put his bulky arm around her, maybe bracing her for the 
worst. She walked into the living room and found Mom crying, Dad standing 
still beside her. His hair was mussed up, his face serious and tired... No 
tie, no jacket...cuff links unfastened...
	What was the meaning of this? Who'd been murdered? If not Dad, then who? 
Nikki??? The twins??? No, that couldn't be true... Or could it?... Linda 
stared at her father but he looked away... Linda's heart sank... She just 
couldn't believe it...
	The cruelest thought crossed her mind... Had Dad killed them?... No... 
NO!!!! It didn't make any sense... It didn't... That couldn't be true... It 
just couldn't...

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