Author: Mythos Title: Origin (Sisters) Part: 1 of 8 Universe: Lily Version: 2 Date: Jun 18, 2017 Word Count: 3900 Keywords: fsolo, inc Summary: Evelyn catches her little sister, Lily, spying on her. This story is part of the Lily series. Visit /~Mythos/ for the full story. Please provide any feedback to mythos@nym.hush.com. I especially appreciate constructive criticism. ________________________________________________________________ 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.