AUTHOR: readnaked
TITLE: Izzy and Maddy - Young Sisters
SUMMARY: Two young sisters discover their father's forgotten porn
magazine stash, and spend a night exploring themselves, and each
other, for the first time, leading to mind-blowing discoveries.
KEYWORDS: ff, inc, first

Author's Note: Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. I
do not condone any illegal activities. If you like my story,
please provide feedback - this is my first one, and I very much
enjoyed writing it. I couldn't find anything similar, but I'll
admit, it's hard to search sometimes.

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"Hey, are you awake?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"What are you doing?"

"... nothing."

Maddy knew her sister wasn't telling the truth, but she hesitated
before asking again.

"You've got a flashlight on under your blanket. What for?"

"It's a secret."

Her sister sounded a little breathless, like she'd just run up
the stairs. Their parents had sent them to bed almost two hours
ago, and while Maddy had fallen asleep quickly, it was obvious
that her younger sister Isabelle had been up for some time. The
two girls, fourteen and thirteen, had shared a room since before
they could remember. It had gone through many changes over the
years - now it was painted a peach color, with many bookshelves
and only the occassional photo of some teen heartthrob taped to
the wall. Their interest in boys had only just recently begun to
develop.

"A secret from me?" Maddy asked, frowning. "Please? I won't tell
anybody."

Isabelle shifted, switching off the flashlight and shuffling what
sounded like paper, tucking it under her pillow. “I’ll get in
trouble if anybody finds out. Dad got so mad at me the last time
he caught me snooping in the garage, he’ll yell at me for sure.”

“But I didn’t tell him you were looking around! Besides, mom and
dad are asleep. Please?” Maddy asked again, propping herself up
on her elbows. She could see her little sister faintly in the
moonlight from the window. Isabelle’s light brown hair was messy,
spread out on her pillow, and she was staring up at the ceiling.
The girls looked similar, with the same hair and blue-grey eyes,
but Maddy’s was cut a bit shorter.

After a few moments of silence, Isabelle looked over to her
sister. “Promise you won’t tell? It’s kind of gross.”

Maddy’s face puckered up a little, and she giggled. “Gross like
blood? Did you get your period finally?”

“Ew, no!” cried Izzy softly, throwing a stuffed cat at her
sister. “But kind of like that. I guess.”

“Well, tell me!” Maddy demanded quietly, turning to prop her head
up on her hand, watching her sister. “I promise I won’t think
it’s gross.”

Izzy sat up, seemingly wide awake and almost excited to have
someone to talk to. “So I was going through Dad’s garage again,
right? And way up on the top shelves, above his tool bench, was
this big stack of magazines.”

Izzy was always snooping around the house, trying to find
secrets. That was how she’d discovered that Santa wasn’t real;
she found presents deep in a closet that later came addressed
from Santa under the tree. Even though that had been sad for
Izzy, she never stopped looking around other people’s stuff.
Maddy had similar curiosity, but was always afraid of getting
caught, so she let her sister do the searching.  “There were a
few different types, but I could already tell - they were porno
mags.”

Maddy snickered nervously. “’Porno mags’? Like Playboy?”

Izzy shook her head, her hair swinging across her oversized
tee-shirt. “Not Playboy. There was one called Juggs, but that was
kind of boring. Just like, ladies with their shirts off? I mean,
they had big boobs, but that’s all. The other one was different,
it’s called Hustler.”

Maddy thought for a moment, trying to recall if the name sounded
familiar. “Never heard of it. What’s it like?"

Even in the faint moonlight, Maddy could see Izzy’s cheeks get
dark. “It’s pretty... like, they show a lot, I guess. Girls and
guys. Doing stuff."

Maddy felt a spike of adrenaline that made her heart skip. “Like
sex?”

“Mhmm,” said Izzy, staring at the carpet as she toyed with her
blanket.

Maddy took a deep breath. She’d started hearing things at school
about sex, and some of the girls had even talked about
masturbating. It fascinated her, but she’d been too nervous to
really ask any questions, or even explore any of the things she’d
heard. If she thought about things, she often felt a bit of a
throb between her legs, but had never tried touching herself. 
She didn’t know the first thing about what to do even if she’d
tried, but her curiosity was growing every day.

“Can I see?”

Izzy looked up, startled. “You don’t think it’s gross?”

Maddy shrugged, looking embarrassed. “I dunno. I haven’t seen
much, but I hear things sometimes and it sounds... interesting.
Besides, you've been looking at it, and we share everything!” Her
mouth quirked up a little, and she grinned at her sister. “So can
I see?”

Izzy smiled and grabbed the flashlight from under her pillow,
pulling out a thick magazine with it. Throwing back her covers,
she crept across the room and slid in bed with her sister.
Giggling quietly, the girls pulled the covers over their heads,
creating a warm fort that was quickly lit by Izzy’s flashlight.

The girls sat cross legged, their cotton panties peeking from
underneath their large tee-shirts. The magazine, a Hustler from
the late eighties, sat on the mattress between them. While Izzy
held the beam of light on the pages, Maddy flipped open the
cover.

Izzy had only been through the first few pages, which was mostly
just the table of contents, and a few ads. Even the small photos
on the ads made Maddy's stomach flutter, matching Izzy's
exitement. Following that were a series of raunchy jokes, which
they didn’t understand entirely. After the letters to the editor,
there was a fairly long erotic story about a woman seducing a
mechanic, which expanded their sexual vocabularies vastly in just
that night. And then began the big photos - explicit photos.
Women with large breasts and skimpy lingerie, laying on satin
beds with their legs spread for the photographer.

One of the first models, with long manicured fingernails, had her
hands between her legs and was spreading open her pussy for the
camera. Izzy reached out tentatively, stroking the photo. “Does
yours look like this?” she asked, forgetting to be nervous.

“Mine doesn’t have any hair,” Maddy answered. “I looked at myself
in Mom’s hand mirror one day in her bathroom. What about you?”

Izzy shrugged. “I haven’t looked in a mirror. Just kind of like,
looked down at it.”

Maddy turned the page, and the question was forgotten. The next
photos of the model included a naked man, with a large penis. The
sisters giggled a little at the sight of him, but when the man’s
penis was pictured halfway in the woman’s pussy, Maddy cringed,
even as she felt a warm flush of heat through her body. “That
looks like it’d hurt,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.

“You ok?” asked Izzy, glancing up shyly at her older sister. She
looked over her sister’s body, Maddy's small breasts poking at
the cotton of the shirt she wore to bed. After seeing the woman
in the magazine, her sister’s chest looked small, but seeing the
sexual way the woman was presented in the magazine gave her a
whole new perspective on Maddy’s feminine little form. Izzy's own
chest was barely rounded, but she could feel her nipples, tiny
hard buds as they rubbed against her night shirt.

Maddy glanced over, giving her sister a similar once-over. “Yeah.
Just makes me feel a little funny to see all this, you know?”

Izzy nodded, smiling, and she shifted closer to her sister. “Me,
too. Not bad funny, though. It’s good.”

The girls flipped more pages, and the warmth in their little
blanket tent increased. The photo series of the man and the woman
ended, and there was a huge, fold-out photo of a beautiful woman
spreading her pussy open, a look of ecstasy on her heavily
made-up face. Izzy’s hand moved between her own legs, seemingly
without her knowlege, and she gently pressed her palm against the
heat that was rising there. Maddy, watching her sister, noted a
tiny damp spot on the crotch of Izzy’s panties, but she declined
to comment on it.

The last photo series was of two women, and at first, both girls
seemed shocked. This wasn’t what Maddy had heard from the girls
at school - that was always a boy and a girl. These women... they
were exploring each other.

“Wow,” breathed Izzy. Her palm was still pressed against her
panties, and she licked her lips, wetting them. “That looks
crazy.”

Maddy made a sound of assent, flipping back and forth between two
pages. In one photo, a beautiful, curvy brunette had a slender
blonde woman’s breast in her mouth, her cheeks looking hollow
from sucking on the large, dark areola. Her other hand was
between the blonde woman’s legs, which were spread for the
camera. Long slender fingers had spread the woman’s pussy lips
apart, and one fingertip was gently pressed against a tiny bud of
flesh at the top of the pink, wet slit. The light brown pubic
hair was glistening slightly, and the slim blonde had an
expression of pleasure on her face.

In the second and third photos, the blonde woman was laying
against on a bed with her legs over the edge, and the curvy dark
haired beauty was kneeling at the end of the bed. Instead of
sucking on the blonde woman’s chest, her tongue and lips were
pressed against the wet pink pussy. Her fingers were still
holding the plump lips apart, but her mouth was covering the tiny
pink button from the first photo. Under her breath, Maddy
muttered "That's her clit, I bet," trying out one of the new
words they had just learned.  Next, it showed the brunette with
her tongue out, slipped into the slick hole just below the pink
bud, which was darker and swollen. The blonde’s face was
ecstatic, and the brunette’s expression was one of hunger.

The girls lingered on these two pages by some unspoken agreement.
Izzy finally pulled her hand away from her crotch and twisted her
fingers nervously between her crossed legs. Maddy saw the dark
patch of dampness had spread on her sister’s panties, and
hesitantly snuck her own small hand towards her own underwear. In
spite of the throbbing she had been feeling as they had gone
through the magazine, Maddy was slightly surprised to feel a
small wet spot on her own panties. She pressed slightly harder,
and her entire body jumped in surprise at the shock of sensation
she received as her small fingers brushed against her clit
through the thin cotton.

“You okay?” Izzy asked quickly, her heart pounding. The funny
feeling she’d started to get at first had increased as the pages
turned, and her body was feeling pleasantly tight and wound-up.
The pressure of her palm against her pussy had helped alleviate
some of the sensation, but seeing her own sister’s flushed face
and swollen lips, combined with the photos in the magazine, made
her skin tingle and ache for something unknown.

“Yeah,” Maddy panted. “I just... everything feels really good
right now."

Izzy nodded her agreement, glancing from her own crotch to her
sister's. "We're all wet. Did you pee a little?" she asked,
embarrassed. Maddy shook her head, lifting her shirt slightly to
look down at her crotch. "Nah... but everything is really
sensitive down there. I think it's like how those ladies look
really slippery, too, you know?"

Izzy squirmed, pressing her hips down against the sheets. "They
look like they're having fun... do you want to try this maybe?”
She was shocked at her bluntness, but she could feel the energy
from her sister’s body matching her own, and who better to ask
than her own sister? She looked up at Maddy, who was staring at
Izzy's damp crotch unashamedly.

Maddy nodded, and reached over to her sister’s leg, gently
resting her hand on Izzy’s thigh. “You sure?” Izzy nodded in
return, laying the flashlight down on top of the magazine, with
the beam shining between the two of them. It left dark shadows,
but enough light to see. Izzy placed her hands on the bed behind
her, leaning back slightly, and loosened her legs from their
indian-style position.

With innocent eagerness, Maddy’s fingertips slid up Izzy’s thigh
quickly, brushing against the heat nestled there. Izzy gasped
immediately, jumping like her sister had when she'd touched
herself, and she flush of heat between her legs. "I just got wet
again, huh?" she whispered to her sister, who nodded in reply. 
She watched Maddy’s fingers stroke up and down her cotton
panties, exploring the small folds and curves of her pussy
through the fabric. This gentle touching made Izzy’s heart pound
faster, and she fought to keep a whimper from escaping.

“Can I take them off?” Maddy asked, glancing up at her sister,
who nodded. Izzy unfolded her legs and lifted her hips, and Maddy
gently hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties,
tugging them down Izzy’s pale, slender thighs. She left them on
one of her sister’s ankles so they wouldn’t get lost, and after a
moment, she lifted the hem of Izzy’s shirt, as well. “This, too?”

Izzy pulled it over her head, messing her hair and shifting the
blanket that still covered both of the young girls. After a
moment of adjustment for both of them, Maddy looked at her little
sister’s slim body. Izzy was still leaning back on her arms, with
her tiny breasts barely jutting out from her chest. Her nipples
were tiny, light pink buds that looked very stiff.

Izzy arranged her legs butterfly-style, and wiggled slightly as
her smooth slit spread a little with the settling of her legs.
The warm air of their fort felt cool against the overheated skin
of her pussy, and she looked up at Maddy nervously. The
expression on her sister’s face, however, put her anxiety at
ease.

Maddy admired her little sister lovingly, and leaned over to
plant a small kiss on the hard bud of Izzy’s nipple. Her soft
lips and wet tongue took a moment on the kiss, teasing the round
nub slightly, and Izzy moaned softly, arching her back into her
sister’s mouth. In response, Maddy’s lips opened up, pulling
Izzy’s small nipple into her mouth and sucking gently, the
texture of her tongue rhythmically massaging the small areola,
swelling it slightly.

Izzy glanced briefly at the open magazine spread in front of her
before closing her eyes and leaning her head back, letting her
sister’s small mouth cover her nipple. After a moment, Izzy
gasped, “Touch me again, please?”

Maddy made a humming sound in her throat and shifted a little
awkwardly, getting on her hands and knees in front of Izzy.
Keeping her mouth sucking on her Izzy’s nipple, Maddy slid her
hand up her sister’s leg again, her fingertips finding the smooth
skin of Izzy’s small, outer lips. Maddy gently traced her index
finger up and down the damp slit, slowly sliding her fingertip
into the hot, slick seam.

Izzy cried out as Maddy’s finger found her clit, the tiny bundle
of nerves swollen and throbbing already. Maddy’s hand paused, and
her mouth lifted from her sister’s nipple, quickly whispering
“Shhhh! I’m sorry! Did it hurt?”

Izzy shook her head frantically. “No, no! It just surprised me. 
It feels really good,” she conceded, opening her eyes for a
moment. Maddy’s lips were swollen slightly, matching the dark
puffy nipple she had been nursing on. “Should I keep going?” she
asked, slowly starting to move her finger gently against Izzy’s
clit. Izzy’s eyes closed and she sighed, shifting her hips
against Maddy’s hand in response.

Before resuming her sucking on Izzy’s other nipple, Maddy looked
down to see her small hand against her sister’s hairless pussy.
She moved from Izzy’s clit for a moment to spread the smooth
outer lips, studying her sister. Her inner lips were very small,
almost invisible, but the skin of her pussy was very slick, and
flushing to a rosy pink color. A tiny trickle of wetness had
dripped down from Izzy’s small hole and down towards the tiny
brownish bud of her anus. Maddy slipped her finger down into that
slick crack, collecting the juice and slipping it back up to rub
little circles around Izzy’s clit.

Izzy’s moans stayed quieter this time, but when Maddy returned
her mouth to her sister’s other small breast, sucking and pulling
at the hard nipple, Izzy quickly began to have a hard time
controlling herself. Her slim hips began to rise and rock against
Maddy’s fingertip as it massaged her clit rhythmically and
increasingly, and Maddy’s mouth took turns switching between her
sister’s stiff, tiny nipples as she felt Izzy’s pleasure
increasing. Izzy’s moans turned into whimpers, and she felt a
tightening in her abdomen she’d never experienced before. It was
almost a painful sensation of pleasure that rose quickly, without
warning, and her hips lost their rhythm as her sister’s finger
circled her tiny bud frantically. A feeling of heat and tension
rose and broke in Izzy, and she drowned in sensation as she came
for her first time, moaning and rocking against her sister’s
hand. A spill of wetness slid out of her tight hole as it pulsed
and contracted, creating a tiny puddle on the sheets underneath
her. Her small ass slid in the juices as her body shuddered and
convulsed, finally coming to a rest.

As Izzy collapsed, Maddy lifted her head and slowed her hand,
though she kept her fingers near Izzy’s swollen slit. “Oh my
gosh,” she breathed. “Did you just have an orgasm?”

Izzy pushed the blanket away from her head, smiling almost
drunkenly at her older sister. “Maybe. I think so,” she said,
with a heady giggle. “Man, I love you Maddy,” she said with
another smile.

“What was it like?” Maddy asked eagerly, her eyes shining. She
licked her lips anxiously and rocked back onto her heels, her
body still strung with adrenaline and arousal.

Izzy opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes fell on the Huster
magazine, still unfolded to the beautiful models. “I’ll show you,
yeah?” Izzy asked, smiling. She pointed flipped the page, showing
the brunette with her mouth on the blonde’s pussy. “Like that.”

Maddy looked at the photo, then back at her sister hesitantly.
“With your mouth? Are you sure?”

Izzy grinned and rolled over, kicking her panties off her ankle
and turning to her sister. “Yeah, oh my gosh. It’s gonna be...”
she just smiled, not knowing how to explain. Maddy returned the
smile, biting her lip a little, and sat back on the sheets,
indian-style. Izzy tugged Maddy’s own t-shirt up, and while
Maddy’s was pulling it over her head, Izzy leaned forward and
cupped one of her sister’s breasts in her hand.

Her sister’s chest was larger than hers, but still probably only
an A-cup. Maddy’s nipples were puffy, but Izzy rubbed her thumb
back and forth against one and watched as Maddy’s nipple
hardened, poking out under her hand at the attention. Maddy
gasped, still pulling the shirt over her head, and threw it
playfully at Izzy. It caught on the blankets over them, and Izzy
tugged it off her own head and shoved it away.

Izzy was impatient to give her sister the same experience she’d
just gotten, but she didn’t want to skip over anything, in case
it was important. She looked up at Maddy for approval, and her
sister nodded, her breathing quickening slightly. Izzy leaned
forward and licked the tip of Maddy’s nipple, her small tongue
flicking the hard nub. Maddy inhaled sharply and arched her back
into Izzy’s mouth, but her little sister backed off, slowly
licking the tip of Maddy’s nipple without pulling it into her
warm mouth.

Feeling the same attentions Izzy had been receiving, Maddy
quickly began to feel a bit desperate. “Please, Izzy... please!”
she whispered, reaching up Izzy’s hair, running her fingers
through the strands so like her own, and urging her towards her
chest. “I want...”

Without further hesitation, Izzy’s lips slipped over her sister’s
sensitive nipple, her tongue swirling the areola and bud and
sucking it into her small warm mouth. Maddy cried out quietly,
holding Izzy’s head against her chest as a shot of pleasure flew
through her body, concentrating between her legs. Izzy did her
best to replicate Maddy’s motions with her tongue and lips,
sucking and nursing on the small nipple. Her hand slipped between
her sisters legs, stroking the cotton of Maddy’s panties, feeling
how damp they were. Maddy’s fingering of her own sister had
aroused her incredibly, and the entire crotch of her underwear
had gotten soaked. Thinking about how it had affected her sister
made Izzy shiver, still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm.

Izzy pulled away from Maddy briefly and concentrated on tugging
Maddy’s underpants off, moving to let her sister unfold her legs
on either side. “You should lean back on a pillow or something,”
Izzy mused, looking to the Hustler magazine. “So that you’re
almost laying down.”

Pulling two pillows in from outside the blanket, Maddy stacked
them and settled her back against them, pulling her legs apart
and settling her feet on the bed. The flashlight, still laying on
the bed, shone against her inner thigh, illuminating her most
private regions for her sister to see. Izzy looked down at her
sister’s slender body, then back at the Huster magazine.

“Your... parts are prettier than theirs,” Izzy confessed,
blushing.

Maddy smiled. “Thanks, sis. So are yours.” Izzy grinned widely at
the compliment, before getting serious again. She settled herself
on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows between Maddy’s
thighs. Her sister’s pussy was inches from her face, and she
could feel the heat from Maddy’s arousal. Almost experimentally,
she shifted and brought small hands to Maddy’s slit, pulling the
pussy lips wide. Maddy whimpered and rocked her hips slightly,
watching her sister inspect her.

Izzy could smell her sister’s wetness, a little musky but mostly
sweet and heady, like when she smelled a really nice cologne or
perfume. She inhaled deeply, leaning in closer. Maddy’s clit was
swollen and dark pink, with a tiny lighter pink bud peeking from
underneath a small hood of skin. Her hole was soaked, and Izzy
could see her sister’s pussy muscles clenching and relaxing as
she felt Izzy’s hot breath against her sensitive skin.

“Just tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?” Izzy asked, leaning
in. Maddy’s response turned into a moan as Izzy’s small lips
pressed a kiss against the nub of her sister’s clit. Izzy kissed
down her sister’s slit, lips pressing against Maddy’s tight hole,
then against the small space between her pussy and her pink anus.
Maddy’s pants grew louder as Izzy kissed her way back up to
Maddy’s clit, and her tongue peeked out hesitantly, slipping into
the small fold between Maddy’s clit and pussy lip.

“Oh my god, Iz...” groaned Maddy. “Please keep doing that,” Maddy
pleaded, lifting her hips to her sister’s mouth. Izzy slid her
tongue down one side of Maddy’s folds, tasting the tangy sweet
wetness, before sliding up the other side, finishing up back at
the tiny hooded bud. She pulled back for a moment, tasting the
juice on her tongue and swallowing. "It tastes pretty good,
actually," she mused, staring at Maddy's pussy.  Adjusting her
slippery fingers to keep her sister's slit spread wide, she
returned her hot mouth to her sister's clit, covering it with a
happy hum in the back of her throat. Her tongue began massaging
the sensitive nubbin, like she had been doing to Maddy's nipple.

“Aahh!” Maddy cried softly, her body going rigid as her mind lost
itself in the rhythm of her sister’s sucking. Izzy gently pulled
her sister’s clit into her mouth repeatedly, gently pulsing her
tongue against it, feeling it swell as Maddy’s cries became more
frantic. Feeling a slight gush against her chin, Izzy slid the
clit out of her mouth and latched her lips onto Maddy’s pussy,
pushing her tongue into the tight hole. The juices come from her
sister rushed into her mouth and coated her face, and Izzy lapped
them up, plunging her small tongue into her sister over and over,
swirling it along the insides of small inner folds. She seemed
almost unaware of the effect it was having on her sister, so lost
in her own curiosity as she explored her big sister.

Maddy's hips began lifting up to meet the thrust of Izzy's
tongue, responding to the gentle fucking her sister was giving.
She panted heavily, eyes closed and head thrashing back and
forth, chanting, "Oh god, Iz... Oh god, oh god, yes..." Izzy
pressed her face against Maddy's pubic area, pushing her tongue
as far into her sister as she could for one last mouthful of
sweet juices before returning to suck Maddy’s wildly throbbing
clit.

The pleasure in Maddy’s abdomen rose suddenly, almost painfully,
and Maddy panicked, sitting up and pushing her sister’s face away
from her frantically. “Stop, stop!” she gasped. “Something’s
happening!”

Izzy wiped at her face, smiling eagerly at her sister. “I know,
that’s good! Just let me keep going!” Izzy’s fingers spread her
sister’s pussy open, and she looked up at Maddy for approval
again before pulling her sister’s clit back into her mouth,
worshiping the taste and the feel of the knob of flesh. Maddy,
watching her little sister’s lips pull on her pussy, saw Izzy’s
fingertip slide over to tease the her tight virgin hole, slipping
in and out of the sensitive lips as she sucked and licked.

Her clit swelled, throbbing, and Maddy felt a deep tugging inside
her as the orgasm rose. Heat flushed her face, and wetness built
up in her hot hole as the tension increased inside of her. It
felt like her sister's tongue, and her clit, and the pulsing of
her pussy were all combining with heat and pressure and pain and
building into an explosion low in her stomach, and the warmth
spread out through her body, making her toes curl and fingers
grasp at the sheets.
 Her orgasm erupted violently. Maddy threw her head back, unable
to breathe, as her pussy clenched around Izzy’s slim finger, and
she rode against her sister’s mouth and tongue as she she came,
grinding her pussy into her sister’s lips and finger. She felt
herself almost lose consciousness as the sensations took her
over, and she shuddered over and over onto Izzy, who hend tightly
to her sister's legs as she licked and sucked the come rushing
from her sister.

As the wave subsided, Maddy felt Izzy’s finger slipping up and
down her swollen pulsing hole, teasing the small pucker of her
ass, and she smiled. Izzy propped herself up and grinned at her
sister happily, her face glistening with juices. "You're puffier
now, and redder," she commented, glancing back down at her
sister's pussy. She stroked the folds again softly, feeling how
the blood had swollen everything. Unable to help herself, she
leaned down for one more swipe at Maddy's wet hole, and her
sister jumped, shrieking softly.

“We have to do this all the time!” Maddy exclaimed. Her body
jerked again as Izzy's fingertip brushed her overly sensitive
knob, the light pink bud now fully exposed from its little hood.
The girls laughed softly, nodding. "I don't think they're ever
going to get us out of the same room now," Izzy confessed.

As if on cue, the girls both heard the thump of feet hitting the
floor in their parents bedroom across the hall. With twin looks
of panic, the girls quickly shuffled the magazine closed, turned
off the flashlights, and arranged themselves snugly underneath
the blankets, their heads poking out as though they had simply
fallen asleep while chatting.

The footsteps led to their bedroom door, and Maddy heard her
father's low, quiet voice admonishing them. "You're not supposed
to stay up late gossiping, girls. Sleep," he told them, before
walking back to the bedroom he shared with their mother.

Only a satisfied grin passed between the two sisters, closer than
ever before, and they put their foreheads together as they fell
into a relaxed sleep.