Author: Mythos
Title: Lily: Origin, Part 1 (Sisters)
Part: 1 of 8
Version: 1
Date: Sep 1, 2016
Word Count: 4,000
Summary: Evelyn catches her little sister, Lily, spying on her.
Keywords: fsolo, inc

This story is part of the Lily series.
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Lily: Origin
Part 1 (Sisters)

by Mythos


   Commercial. Commercial. Baseball. Cartoon. Then a law show,
maybe CSI. Then more commercials.

   "Keep going," Evelyn mumbled. "You're slowing down."

   Lily clicked through the channels faster. It baffled her how
her older sister could possibly decide on a show at this pace,
or if Evelyn was even paying attention. Her sister was sprawled
over the couch. One leg was planted on the ground, the other
draped over the back. Her raven black hair fanned over the couch
pillows. To Lily, she seemed almost asleep.

   Lily sat by Evelyn's foot, diligently changing the channel.

   "Stop," Evelyn said.

   Lily stopped immediately. The television channel was a
sitcom. Lily wasn't sure which. Evelyn watched long enough for a
few gags. An unseen audience laughed. Evelyn and Lily didn't.

   "Keep going."

   Lily resumed. They'd do this again and again for hours. Lily
didn't mind. Channel changing duty was a privilege, and she made
every effort to do it to Evelyn's satisfaction. Evelyn may be
bossing her around, but it meant they were spending time
together.

   "Stop."

   Adventure Time. Lily would have liked to watch this, but
knew Evelyn wouldn't. Evelyn was sixteen. She had a driver's
license and a boyfriend. On weekends she went to parties and
drank with friends. She was too cool for cartoons.

   "Go."

   Lily, however, was only thirteen. She spent her weekends at
home. She had no reputation to lose from watching them.

   "Stop."

   It was an action show.

   "Louder," Evelyn said.

   Lily turned up the volume. They watched until Mom stuck her
head in from the kitchen. Her phone was pressed to her breast.

   "Turn that down now," she yelled. Without waiting, she
returned to the kitchen.

   Lily looked to Evelyn.

   Evelyn shrugged. "Turn it down."

   Lily complied.

   "Now slowly turn it back up."

   Smiling, Lily did so. Evelyn never took crap from Mom like
that. That woman was so beneath her, Evelyn usually pretended she
didn't exist. That's pretty much what Mom did with them.

   Their mother worked an evening job at a club down the road.
It kept her up late, and she'd sleep through until noon. Between
that and the girls' school, they hardly saw her. Mom was more
like an inconvenient roommate than a mother: drinking, talking on
the phone, yelling at them to keep it down. Dinners were nothing
more than ordered food left behind for the girls to heat up,
that's if Mom remembered at all. Cleaning, cooking, and shopping
fell to the girls. Bill paying was all Mom was good for, or so
said Evelyn.

   In the kitchen, Mom finished her call and gathered her keys.
She popped into the living room again.

   "I'm off. Food is in the fridge."

   Lily nodded. Evelyn ignored her. Mom left. Her footsteps
clomped down the apartment complex stairwell. They wouldn't see
her again tonight.

   That meant Lily got to be alone with Evelyn, and this being
Sunday meant Evelyn probably didn't have anywhere to go. Any
other day, Evelyn would be out partying. She had a lot of
friends. And boyfriends. Plural. Sometimes they didn't know about
each other. Other times she'd get them to fight over her, and
they always would. She was beautiful, with a perfect body and
large breasts. Her skin was fair and flawless, and her black hair
shimmered when she let it down. Everyone wanted her.

   Meanwhile, Lily looked liked a smaller version of her
sister, same wavy black hair, same eyes, same cream skin. But
instead of a voluptuous body, she was more of a tomboy complete
with a lanky build and flat breasts.

   At school, Lily was an outcast. Boys didn't interact with
her anymore, and the only friends she had were two unpopular
girls like her, and they never spent time with her outside of
school. Apparently, their parents didn't want their kids around
Lily's mother.

   For Lily, the highlight of her life were these times with
her sister. She cherished it as best she could. For Evelyn, this
time was just filler for lack of anything better to do.

   The show finished. Evelyn sighed. "Guess we should make
dinner."

   Evelyn would probably take her dinner into her room, leaving
Lily to eat alone, but they had to make it first, which meant
cooking together, or rather Evelyn ordering Lily to do all the
work while she texted on her phone. Afterwards Evelyn would have
her clean up while she left.

   But they were spending time together, and if Evelyn wanted
to spend it ordering her around, so be it. If it made Evelyn
happy, it made Lily happy.

   #

   Long after bedtime, the front door slammed, awaking Lily.
Mom was home. Given the yelps and giggles, she wasn't alone
either.

   A man spoke, then came silence. Likely they were kissing
now. The man might be feeling up her body, groping her breasts
under her dress.

   Mom squealed, then came an assortment of random bumps. It
didn't sound rhythmic enough for sex though. Too bad. Sometimes
they would do it in the kitchen. Better there than in Mom's room,
directly adjacent to Lily's.

   But no. They stumbled toward the bedroom. At least there
were only two sets of footprints. Occasionally, Mom had more
people with her, which mean more noise, and a lot of talking.
Once, Mom brought home a crowd... including a few girls. Some had
fucked in Mom's room. Others had been in the living room playing
music and watching television. Twice that night, people barged
into Lily's room while grinding against one another. They mumbled
an apology, then giggled back in the hallway. That night never
seemed to end.

   Mom and her guy stopped in the hall outside the bedrooms,
most likely to grope one another.

   A bang on Lily's door caused her to jump. It bumped a few
more times. She thought they were trying to come inside, but from
the moans her mother made, they probably hadn't even noticed
she'd bumped against a door.

   They moved along. A slamming door indicated they'd made it
to the bedroom at last. But only moments later, the rhythmic
bumping began, followed by Mom's moaning.

   Lily closed her eyes and rolled onto her side. She was used
to poor sleeping conditions. Their apartment was on the corner of
one of the most urban streets in the city. Cars constantly
growled by. Drunks would yell. Police sirens would howl. Midnight
garbage trucks would grumble by, hissing their breaks at each
set of bins. The traffic light on the corner forever shined
directly on her window. Even with the shades down, her room
perpetually shifted from green, yellow, and red hues. Lily slept
through it all.

   But then Mom started shrieking. The man was slapping her
now. Lily had been scared the first time it happened, but Evelyn
had explained that it was part of the job. It was from Evelyn
that Lily knew what their mother really did for a living. Mom did
work at a seedy club down the street like she said, but not to
wait tables. She'd tend to her customers in cars, alleys, and
bathrooms, but she'd frequently brought johns home for a higher
paying experience.

   It seemed obvious once Lily knew. It explained why other
parents didn't want their kids around her mother, why those men
were always quick to leave afterward, and why Mom always wore
cocktail dresses and high heels, even though no one would ever
wear those to wait tables.

   "You want this, bitch?" the man yelled. A hard strike
elicited a sobbing wail from Mom.

   Lily threw her sheets aside and crept to the bathroom. It
conjoined with her sister's room. They shared it. Numerous
bathroom products covered the sink counter. All were Evelyn's
except for a small isolated corner where Lily kept her toothbrush
and things. The second door in the bathroom led to Evelyn's
room. Lily quietly slid the door open and peered inside.

   From the street light shining in around the curtains, Lily
could make out Evelyn laying on her side on the bed. She must be
awake. The sounds of Mom's screams bothered her too. When alone
together, Evelyn once remarked about what a dirty whore their
mother was. Lily replied that Mom is probably just feeling empty
from when dad left. Evelyn would sneer and say that she's been
pumped with enough cum to fill a strip mine.

   Lily tiptoed near. Evelyn's eyes opened when Lily's shadow
fell on her.

   "What?"

   "I can't sleep."

   "Yeah. Obviously."

   "Can I sleep with you?"

   "No."

   "Please?"

   "You do this every time. Just deal with it."

   "But she's so loud."

   "Yeah. I know. I can hear her. Just go back to bed. The
bitch will shut up in a bit."

   "But her room is right next to mine. It's so much louder in
my room."

   "Fine," Evelyn said. "You want to sleep in here? Sleep on
the floor. Don't make any noise. And close the bathroom door
first."

   Lily practically skipped to the bathroom and shut it. The
shrieks muffled slightly. Running back, she laid on the floor
beside the bed. Flat on her back, her head pressed against the
carpet. It would grow painful soon. Dressed only in a long
T-shirt and panties, she'd be cold soon.

   She thought of running back to her room to grab her pillow
and blanket, but didn't want to risk Evelyn changing her mind.
Instead, she shut her eyes and focused on being still.

   Mother's screams continued. She'd be covered in bruises
tomorrow. As Evelyn would say: the sex alone didn't punish her
enough. Mom needed more because she was a cheap slut who can't
get off until someone puts her in her place. Lily took Evelyn's
word for it. To Lily, all it meant was that she got to sleep in
Evelyn's room. Mom would work a jackhammer all night for all Lily
cared now.

   Stirring, Evelyn peered over the bed. "Seriously? You're
actually going to sleep there the entire night?"

   Lily nodded.

   "Why?"

   Lily chewed her lip, unsure how to answer.

   Evelyn rolled her eyes and lifted her blanket. "Get in."

   Lily's heart skipped. She clambered into bed. Before Evelyn
lowered the covers, Lily glanced her sister's body. A pair of
pink panties and nothing else. Her breasts were bare, exposing
her flawless nipples. Once again, Lily marveled at how perfect
Evelyn's body was. If she had breasts like Evelyn's she wouldn't
wear a top to bed either. She'd lay beneath the covers all night
massaging them, loving them, never taking them for granted.

   They settled into bed together.

   "If you toss and turn at all," said Evelyn. "I'm sending you
back to your room."

   "Okay."

   "And if you touch me once, I'll never let you stay in my
room again."

   "Okay."

   "Now shut up and go to sleep."

   Evelyn turned her back to Lily. Lily lay awake for the
remainder of their mother's screaming. Evelyn tossed and turned
while Lily focused on not moving a muscle. When Mom finally
finished, she worried that Evelyn might send her back. She did
sometimes, but tonight it sounded like Evelyn was already asleep.
Lily might get to stay here the entire night.

   All in all, it was one of the best Sunday's she'd had in a
while.

   #

   "Wake up."

   Lily opened her eyes. It was morning. She must have slept
through Evelyn's alarm.

   "I said wake up," Evelyn snapped.

   Evelyn towered over Lily with her arms at her hips and a
shirt that draped to her thighs. Lily blinked.

   "I said..." Evelyn pulled Lily by the ear, "get up." With a
yelp, Lily scampered out of bed.

   "Now get ready." Evelyn pushed her toward the bathroom. Lily
continued through to her room, knowing that Evelyn always gets
the bathroom first. She changed and headed to the kitchen.

   Mother would sleep through the morning, so Evelyn had long
ago taken charge of getting themselves to school, but in return
Evelyn had put responsibilities on Lily, leaving Lily's mornings
perpetually rushed.

   By the time Evelyn finished her shower, Lily will have made
breakfast. Evelyn would come out wrapped in a towel and help
herself. They'd eat silently, then Lily would rush to squeeze in
her own shower.

   Evelyn would have nearly half an hour to dress and primp,
while Lily would barely have time to throw clothes on. It was
okay though. Evelyn was popular. She needed to look good.

   They'd walked together to Lily's middle school. There, they
parted ways and Evelyn continued on another four blocks to her
high school. Lily wouldn't see her again until evening, if not
late at night. With Evelyn's popularity, she had no time for Lily
during the weekdays. Lily had to live her own life.

   ...Whatever life she had. From homeroom to classes to break
to lunch to classes. School was a sequence of periods she slogged
through to get back home. She might spend time with her fellow
outcast girls, but no one else.

   Though months ago, she'd gotten to know a popular
boy--Kevin. At the beginning of the year, science class had a
project that split people into pairs. Kevin had arrived late, and
Lily was the only one left without a partner. She'd ended up
doing all the work, but they spent time together. Ever since, her
crush had slowly built. She'd talk to him whenever she conquered
her nerves. Bit by bit, she got to know him better. Then a few
months ago, he'd stopped talking to her entirely.

   It didn't take her long to find out what happened. The
popular girls had seen how he'd been warming up to the uncool
girl and had decided to put a stop to it. They told him rumors
about Lily. It didn't matter that none were true. He believed
them, and soon the school did too.

   When she saw him now, he never nodded or waved. If he
acknowledged her at all, it was to comment with his friends after
she'd passed. Cruel words. Despite that, she still wanted him,
but thanks to the powers that be, it would never happen. She'd
never be popular. She'd never go to their parties. She'd never be
an Evelyn.

   #

   Mom brought two men home Tuesday night. They talked in the
kitchen, then retired to Mom's room. The men took turns with her.
The first was a grunter. The second yelled at Mom as he fucked
her, telling her what a dirty slut she was. Mom moaned
pleasurably with both men. Lily hoped they'd leave afterward, but
instead they started again. This time it sounded like they
double teamed Mom, given that her moans were muffled, and both
the men made a racket.

   Fed up, Lily crept out of bed to Evelyn's bathroom door,
only to find it locked. Strange. Evelyn frequently locked her
bedroom doors when taking phone calls or doing homework, but she
always unlocked it when she came into the bathroom to get ready
for bed. She must have taken another call before going to sleep.

   Lily crept to the hall. Mom had turned off the lights before
leading the men to her room, leaving Lily to feel her way to
Evelyn's room. She slowly pulled the handle and inched the door
open enough to slip inside.

   Lily took two steps toward Evelyn's bed and froze.

   Evelyn was on top of her bedsheets. Her eyes were closed.
Her legs were spread wide.  With one hand, Evelyn massaged her
bare milky breast. Her other was between her legs, rapidly
sliding something in and out of her pussy. A dildo, Lily
realized. Large and black. She didn't even know Evelyn owned such
a thing.

   Mom was still moaning in the other room, but Lily became
aware of another noise. Evelyn's pussy slurped as the she sawed
the dildo into herself. It glistened with her juices. Lily never
knew a pussy could become that wet.

   And her pubic hair. It was a dense, black patch right at her
crotch which continued down to line either side of her pussy.
Lily had just started growing hair down there herself, but all
she had were a few errant strands. Logically, she knew Evelyn
must have had it, but she'd never seen it before. Here, she
couldn't draw her eyes away. It was such a stark contrast from
Evelyn's milky skin. Would she have a bush like that one day?

   Evelyn sighed. Her breasts wobbled in time with the dildo.
She must be getting close. Lily knew she shouldn't be here. If
she left now, Evelyn might never know, but she didn't move.

   Sure, she'd seen Evelyn's breasts before, but never had Lily
seen Evelyn nude, even though Evelyn had seen Lily nude many
times. Evelyn might barge into the bathroom if Lily was taking
too long in the shower. She'd forbidden Lily from locking the
door. The punishment was punches or confiscation of Lily's
belongings, but for Lily to barge in on Evelyn would be a
grievous infraction. Lily knew she had to leave now.

   But she kept watching. She'd never seen this side of her
sister before. Of course Evelyn was sexually active, but to see
her masturbating was something else. And why now? Their mother
was screaming in the other room. The pounding emanated through
the walls. Was Evelyn masturbating because of those sounds? After
all the negative things Evelyn had said about Mom's promiscuity?

   A whimper escaped Evelyn's lips. She arched her back. Her
toes curled, and her body quivered. The thrusting dildo picked up
pace. It came entirely out of her pussy, only to stab back in to
the hilt. Her other hand moved from her breast to her clit. She
rolled from side to side. When she rolled toward the door, her
eyes opened, looking directly at Lily.

   In a flash, Evelyn was off the bed. Lily backed up, but
Evelyn snatched her arm.

   "How dare you," she hissed.

   "I'm sorry," Lily stammered. "I'm sorry. I was just... I
just--"

   Evelyn yanked her down the hall back to Lily's room. She
threw the girl onto her bed. When Lily sat up, Evelyn slapped her
face.

   "You little bitch. What the hell do you think you were
doing?"

   "I couldn't sleep."

   "You were watching me. I locked the door. Didn't you get the
hint?"

   "But your other door was open--"

   Evelyn slapped her again. "You think that was an
invitation?"

   "I'm sorry." Tears welled in her eyes.

   "Jesus fucking Christ. You will never come into my room
again. Do you understand?"

   "Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

   "Didn't mean to?! You were spying on me."

   "No, I wasn't. I just wanted to sleep in your room. I didn't
mean to."

   "So you came to my room? Then... what? Forgot what you came
for?"

   "No. I--"

   "You're a sick bitch, aren't you? You liked what you saw."

   "No. I didn't."

   Evelyn straightened. Her eyes filled with fury. "So you
didn't then? You think I'm disgusting?" Her naked body was on
full display. Despite herself, Lily found her eyes drawn to
Evelyn's breasts, and then her crotch.

   Evelyn slapped her hard enough to knock her flat. "What the
fuck are you doing? You're still ogling me."

   "I'm sorry." Lily sat back up, kept her eyes downturned.

   "So you think I'm ugly then? You're grossed out by what you
saw?"

   "No. You're not ugly."

   "Do you think I'm attractive?"

   "Yeah."

   "Just not that attractive, right?"

   "No."

   "Then why didn't you like what you saw?"

   "I..." Lily trailed off. She stared at the floor.

   "Look at me," snapped Evelyn.

   Lily hesitated. Evelyn had just slapped her a moment ago for
doing so.

   "Look at me." Evelyn was loud enough that Mom might hear.

   Lily looked. Evelyn spread her legs and held out her hands,
presenting her body. Her pussy still glistened from inside its
nest of black fur. Her skin was flawless. It was a perfect body.

   Evelyn waited. Mother's moaning still sounded through the
walls.

   "Well?" asked Evelyn. "Do you like what you see or not?"

   Hesitantly, Lily said, "Yes?"

   Evelyn narrowed her eyes. "Yes? Was that a question?"

   "No. I meant yes. I like what I see."

   Evelyn appraised Lily with a stare.

   "So you're a lesbian then. A perverted lesbian who's turned
on by her own sister."

   Lily wanted to say no, but Evelyn wouldn't believe her. If
she said yes though, then Evelyn would think she was a freak.
She'd never go anywhere near her again.

   Evelyn took her silence as an answer. "So you are, then.
That's disgusting. Are you going to diddle yourself tonight
thinking about what you saw?"

   "No. I swear."

   "Why not? You said you like what you see. And you are a
perverted incest lesbian. Why wouldn't you? God, you're sick."

   Lily had been trying hard to hold herself together, but the
words were too much. She broke down and cried.

   "Aww," said Evelyn. "You're secret is out now. I should tell
everyone at school what you are so they'll treat you like you
deserve, like a disgusting pervert."

   Lily sobbed.

   Evelyn continued. "And to think I let you sleep in bed with
me all those times. It was probably turning you on. You were
probably playing with yourself as soon as I was asleep. God,
that's so wrong."

   "Please..." mumbled Lily.

   "Please what?"

   "Please don't tell anyone."

   "That you're a pervert? So it's true!"

   "No, it's not. I'm not a pervert."

   "Yes, it is. You're a sick, disgusting, perverted pig who
gets off spying on her own sister."

   "It's not true! I didn't mean to spy. I just... I didn't
know what to do. I'm sorry."

   Evelyn eyed Lily speculatively. In the other room. Mother
screamed out in orgasm.  The men yelled. Then all was silent.

   "Listen up," she whispered. "Do you want the world to know
what you are?"

   "No. I'm not--"

   "Shut up. Then you're going to do exactly as I say from now
on. Everything. Or I'm going to tell everyone what you are. Got
that?"

   Lily nodded. Tears streamed down her cheek.

   "God, you're so sick. I can't believe my own sister is an
incest freak." She shook her head. "I'm going to make your life a
living hell." With that, she stormed from the room.

   Lily lay crying. Her sister hated her now. She was never
going to forgive Lily.

   Why? Why had Lily lingered in the room? She knew what would
happen if Evelyn saw her, but she couldn't turn away. Had her
sister been right? Did she like what she'd seen? What she did was
definitely wrong, but if she had been aroused, it was not
because Evelyn was her sister, or a woman. Lily liked boys. She
fantasized about Kevin. This was just a natural reaction to
seeing something so overtly sexual in person. Until now,
everything she'd ever seen was either on television or the
internet.

   Unfortunately, Evelyn wouldn't believe that, and why should
she? Lily had stood there gaping for how long? Long enough for
Evelyn to condemn her. Long enough for Lily herself to wonder
what she'd been doing there.

   Nothing would be the same now. She'd never be able to look
Evelyn in the eyes again, and now Evelyn would go out of her way
to make Lily's life difficult, or else she'd tell everyone. And
people would believe her. They'd believe anything she said.
Lily's life might as well be over.

   She cried a long while. As she grew sleepy, she heard
lustful moaning. It was Mom, she thought. But nodding off, she
realized it came from the other direction. It was Evelyn.

  
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