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Jan V. - SISTERS - 8/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)

This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the 
Sequel" plus much more.
Enjoy

CHAPTER EIGHT:  Fugitives

Linda awoke with a start, sitting up in bed. Someone was screaming in 
the hall. It was Mom. Nikki woke up too, still bewildered from sleep. 
Nikki lay in bed next to Linda. Last night they hadn't made love, only 
sweet cuddling, arms intertwined, feeling the warmth and softness of 
each other's bodies.

"What the hell's going on?" Nikki asked, trying to snap out of her 
groggy state.

"Dunno," Linda said, getting up and slipping on her robe. "I'm gonna see 
what's getting off in this crazy house. Nikki, you'd better go to your 
own bed, just in case."

Linda lolled into the hall, finding Mom and Dad at the twins' bedroom 
door. They were still loudly arguing. Her heart began to speed up. 'God, 
did they catch the twins red-handed?' she wondered.

"What happened, Mom?"

There was immediate silence. Mom and Dad faced her, their brows arching 
up. Mom's hands were shaking, her eyes bloodshot as if she'd been 
crying.

"Don't look at me, Fred," her mother crabbed. "I'm not gonna tell her. 
You tell her."

"What?!" Linda asked, losing her patience. There was a major drama 
happening here and they couldn't say what it was all about...  "Dad, 
what happened? Is it something about Zoe and Jeannie? Are they hurt?"

"No, but your mother found out... they were doing... they were sleeping 
in the same bed and..." He stopped, breathing heavily, as though his 
years of pipe smoking were taking their toll.

"And?" Linda asked, swallowing and her legs trembling. She had a feeling 
she was going to faint.

"Behaving like two whores," her mother said. "Two little whores."

"What, Mom?" Anger was replacing Linda's fears at this point. No one 
called her sisters whores, NO ONE. Not even her own parents. They didn't 
have the right to. "What, Mom? Why are you calling them whores?"

"Because the minute we turn our heads, they behave like two whores... 
They were having SEX with EACH OTHER, I saw them do it with my own 
eyes... This morning... Oh Fred, how can they do such a thing to us?"

"The minute you turn your heads? Don't you think you're exaggerating 
now?"

"What's that supposed to mean, Linda?"

"You don't care about us. You NEVER fucking did. How can you criticize 
us? How dare you call your own kids whores? How dare you?"

"Linda," her father growled, his eyes warning her she was out of line.

"Don't Linda me, Dad. You don't care about us either. The only thing you 
care about is politics and your goddam company. How many times did you 
go out with us, spend time with us, like the family we were supposed to 
be, huh? How many times did I have to take care of the twins and Nikki 
because you didn't have time for them, huh? So, don't you come here 
yelling at me or anybody else for that matter, because you two AIN'T 
worth it."

"Linda, I'm warning you."

"Please do, Dad, because if your wife is calling Zoe and Jeannie whores, 
she's calling me a whore too."

"What?"

"Because I, Linda Suzanne McDougall, started everything. I had SEX with 
Nikki and Nikki had SEX with me. We're lovers. So, are you happy now?"

"That figures," her mother said. "That figures, my dear. They always do 
what you want."

"Because they respect me. Because I give them love... something you're 
incapable of. Go back to your fancy parties and wear your 10,000-dollar 
gowns, but leave us alone."

Having said that, Linda turned her back on her speechless parents and 
stomped back to her room. All her sisters were amazed, their mouths 
gaping. They couldn't believe Linda's strength and how she had defended 
them, facing Mom's and Dad's fury, and apparently winning.

After that showdown, their parents left the hall, heading downstairs for 
the living room. Jeannie heard their whispering but was unable to 
understand what Mom and Dad planned to do with them... This was really 
hell on earth, Jeannie decided, as she and her sisters gathered in 
Nikki's and Linda's room.

"What's gonna happen to us?" Zoe asked, sniffing, as they sat down on 
the chairs and on the side of Linda's bed. "You were right, Linda. I'm 
sorry about… I wanted to tell Mom and Dad… At that time I didn't know 
better. I-"

"Doesn't matter now, Zoe. What really matters is what we're gonna do."

"What can we do?" Jeannie said. "We can't run away."

"Yes, we can. A lot of kids do."

"But Linda," Nikki objected, "that's not reasonable."

"If we don't, they're gonna lock us up and break us apart. I know them. 
I know them very well. Don't forget Dad has a lot to lose... if the 
newspapers get hold of this. Can you imagine the headlines? 'CEO's 
incestuous daughters' or 'Orgies at McDougall's'. No, they simply won't 
risk it. We've gotta leave tonight. They ain't gonna do anything till 
tomorrow."

They discussed the pros and cons of Linda's suggestion. There was no 
other way if they wanted to stay together. They had to leave that goddam 
house, and the sooner the better.

* * *

Linda produced the plan. They would all  leave home in her Jeep, as if 
they were driving to school, giving their parents no hint of the plan to 
escape. They would stuff their bags and backpacks with everything they 
needed for a long stay away from home. Under no circumstances must Mom 
or Dad see them carrying their stuff to the Jeep.

"Understood?"

"Sure," Jeannie replied, nodding.

The twins went over to their room and the girls began to dress and pack 
as quietly as they could, just like any normal school day. It didn't 
take long, however, for Linda to hear the twins quarrel over 
trivialities such as what they should bring along or leave behind. She 
tiptoed to the twin's room and growled, "We don't have time for this 
crap, damn it. Hurry up!"

"But Linda, I wanna take my radio."

"Don't. We have one in the Jeep… Come on, Zoe. You're holding us up."

"Yeah, it's always my fault."

Linda just shrugged as she wheeled out of the twins' room. She began to 
doubt whether they really should run away. What chances did they have, 
anyway? Dad knew influential people everywhere, including the mayor and 
the police chief. He was an important contributor and fund-raiser for 
the mayor's campaign. When it came down to business and politics, Dad 
was unbeatable, keeping ahead of the competition as if winning (at all 
costs) was all that mattered. What would be Dad's reaction when he 
realized his daughters had run away? It would be a scandal, a huge 
embarrassment to him… Dad would make sure the cops set up a state-wide 
hunt for them.

Much later than expected, Nikki and Jeannie hauled all their stuff 
downstairs and into the Jeep. Linda and Zoe remained in the kitchen, 
watching and listening to their parents' movements in case they noticed 
what was happening right in front of their noses… Mom and Dad had been 
on the lawn for quite a long time but at that moment they were in the 
living room, with the door shut. 

Inevitable as fate, the door of the living room opened. Linda and Zoe 
stood petrified, staring at each other, as if they were about to be 
caught. They heard more whispers in the main hall. Slowly the voices 
came closer to the kitchen door, becoming louder and seemingly more 
confident.

Linda and Zoe caught a glimpse of their parents' surprised look as Mom 
and Dad became aware of their presence. Mom shuffled upstairs. Dad went 
into the kitchen, lighting up his pipe and puffing on it. Zoe held her 
breath. The tension of her father's being there was unbearable.

"So, I guess that's what you wanted to tell me, Zoe…"

"She's got nothing to say to you."

Fred kept staring at his favorite daughter as if he hadn't heard Linda's 
angry interjection. 

"Is that true?… Is that true, Zoe?"

Zoe remained mute and immobile, staring at her hands, nervously plucking 
at her fingers.

"You're scaring her," Linda protested. "I think you should leave."

Fred looked daggers at his eldest daughter. Linda was as belligerent as 
ever, setting Zoe against him. He felt his blood boil… He exerted 
himself to control his anger, keeping himself from committing the same 
mistake twice. Gathering up all his composure and using his most 
nonchalant voice, he said, "Linda, why don't you leave and let me talk 
to your sister?… We need to find a solution… for this…"

"I can't… I mean, we can't… We're already late for school."

"Linda, I'm asking you a simple favor… Leave now. It won't take long."

"No," Linda said, shaking her head and folding her arms.

"Linda, you're trying my patience. Leave, this moment, NOW."

Linda stared at her father whose long, strong arm was pointing at the 
doorway. Although her father's rage scared her, Linda stood her ground 
and once more said no. He lunged toward Linda, his hand still raised.

"Go ahead. Hit me… if that makes you feel better."

Fred and Linda stood there eyeball to eyeball for what it seemed an 
eternity. Fred could see Linda's utter contempt through his daughter's 
half-open green eyes and her mouth twisting her pretty face into an 
angry grimace. He had never hit his own daughters… He didn't have to… 
The girls had been raised by Marge and the many baby-sitters his wife 
had hired and fired at will. Things changed dramatically when Linda 
became the rebel she was now about the age of fourteen. All that trouble 
about Chad Manson had been just a symptom of Linda's frustration, the 
sense of having no one to hold on to. He recalled the night Marge and 
Linda had fought about a new baby-sitter his wife had just hired for 
their kids. Linda was screaming they didn't want another baby-sitter any 
more. She was fourteen and old enough to take care of herself and her 
sisters… No more strangers in the house, Linda had hollered. No more! 
Enough was enough!…

"So, are you going to hit me or not?"

Fred woke up to reality, to his daughter's insolent expression. Fred 
lowered his arm and let the air in his lungs wheeze out deeply.

To Linda's amazement, her father took her in his arms, embracing her.

"I'm sorry, Linda…"

Linda extracted herself from his embrace, embarrassed and confused by 
that sudden moment of affection and even tenderness coming from her 
unapproachable father. The thing was that she didn't trust him - didn't 
trust him at all.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, a Jeep Cherokee left Fred McDougall's mansion and 
headed south. Linda stole quick glances at the rearview mirror, making 
sure they were not being followed. Despite all the din and pell-mell 
preparations for the getaway, Mom and Dad didn't seem aware of their 
plans. But with Dad, she reasoned, no one knows for sure what he does 
and doesn't know…

At a crossing further south, Linda made a left turn after waiting 
nervously for the traffic lights to turn green. Nikki and Jeannie heaved 
a sigh simultaneously, for they all knew what that turn meant. They were 
not going to S.F. High as they usually did, but they were going to… 
elope? Linda shook her head, smiling at herself, at the absurdity of it 
all.

At the next crossing, Linda made a second turn to the left. They were 
driving north, to a place in the mountains that Linda knew about. She 
had spent a few summer camps up there, enjoying the pristine air, the 
breathtaking views of the mountains and enjoying being among the trees 
and the wildlife. She recalled the camp bonfires, the singing, the 
sharing of a meal with people who Cared…

The face of Mary Lewis, one of the camp counselors, came to Linda's 
mind. She realized now that she had a crush on Mary Lewis but at the 
time hadn't realized it. There was this urge of being with Mary at all 
times, holding her hand and listening to her calm, composed (almost shy) 
voice explaining the rules of the camp or what she expected the kids 
under her supervision to do in case of an emergency… Mary was not 
particularly beautiful, but she cared about them - Linda had seen that 
in the brown eyes and wide mouth of a round-faced woman. Mary Lewis 
could sing and play guitar, too. She had taught them so many songs that 
Linda was unable to remember how many and how they went, except for a 
few. Linda began to whistle one as she drove. She would teach Nikki and 
the twins those old songs… maybe around a bonfire… That would be great!

>From time to time, Linda pulled over at a gas station for everybody to 
stretch their legs or go to the bathroom. There was no reason to rush. 
They would only be missed at the end of the day. If they got lucky, Mom 
and Dad wouldn't even be at home waiting for them to return from school… 
unless Anita had to cook that day. Anita would immediately notice they 
were gone… for good.

At one gas station, Linda began to become apprehensive. Four attractive 
young blondes jumping out of a Jeep was definitely not an everyday event 
for a couple of horny, equally young males out to get some fun. The guys 
were filling up the tank of their Jeep and a huge jerrican when Linda's 
Jeep roared in. Although Linda and her sisters were used to attracting 
attention, that whistling and waving could mean trouble to all of them. 
It could seriously jeopardize their chances of escaping their Dad's long 
and powerful arm.

"Let's get back in the Jeep," Linda commanded, with her stretched-out 
arms barring her sisters from going to the washroom.

"But Linda, I need to go," Jeannie protested.

"Later… Let's move… before we get into trouble because of these creeps."

"They're harmless, Linda," Nikki said. "You know we can handle them."

"No. Let's get back in the Jeep."

"Why?"

Linda looked at Nikki's grouchy face and at one of the guys who was 
walking toward them, showing his smile and waving his stained, dusty 
baseball cap.

"I'll explain later… but let's get in the Jeep… Come on!"

With some reluctance, Nikki and the twins obeyed and returned to the 
Jeep. Linda started the engine just in time to dodge the guy and drive 
away, burning the asphalt with tire rubber.

"I don't understand, Linda… I don't like it when you talk like that."

"Talk like what?" Linda asked, dividing her attention between Nikki and 
the road.

"Sometimes I think Zoe's right. You can't start pushing us around like 
that, like we don't have any opinions."

"You've been talking behind my back, huh?"

Nikki didn't answer. She was upset by Linda's arrogance and her 
dictatorial ways. She wanted a discussion before it got out of hand, but 
Linda's defensiveness was not helping matters much. Nikki looked out of 
the window, avoiding Big Sis's fleeting glances.

"Look, Nikki," Linda said, trying to get her sister's attention back by 
holding her hand. Nikki released her hand from Linda's clasp. She was 
now looking intently forward at the road. "Nikki, look at me… Please…" 

Nikki didn't react right away. She kept staring at the road, feeling the 
wind blowing against her face and through her long hair, ignoring her 
sister's almost pleading tone of voice. But her rancor didn't last long… 
As always, Linda knew how to push the right buttons for her, Nikki, to 
come crawling back to Big Sis. As soon as Nikki faced her, Linda went 
on, "I had to do what I did… Those guys were trouble… We can't afford to 
be noticed by anyone… Within days our pictures'll show up in every 
goddam newspaper and on every TV news… Dad'll see to it. I'm damned sure 
about it."

"Still, that's no reason to shout at us and sound like… I don't know… a 
fascist dictator…"

"Would you listen to me otherwise?"

"Yes, I would."

"No, you wouldn't."

"Fine… Let's have it your way. Like always."

That exchange of words was the last before Linda stopped the Jeep at 
another gas station. Linda stayed inside while Nikki and the twins 
headed for the restroom. Linda sighed, leaning against the steering 
wheel, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

This runaway thing was getting disastrous, she thought, scratching her 
temple, and pulling her hair over her ear. After brooding about their 
almost desperate situation - at least it felt that way - Linda left the 
Jeep and walked to an unpretentious shopping mall beside the gas 
station. They needed food and drinks for starters. That mall seemed the 
right one to buy those all-important supplies for a group of starving, 
thirsty runaway kids with a bad attitude toward each other, and a 
metal-blue Jeep Cherokee as their getaway car. Talk about road movies, 
she thought, raising a smile.

Linda hurried across the parking lot, reckoning they shouldn't stay at 
the gas station longer than necessary.

* * *

Linda rubbed her eyes, repeating to herself she should keep on driving. 
The twins were already sleeping in the back and Nikki began to nod off 
in the passenger seat. But stopping in a motel for the night was out of 
the question. Four teenagers unaccompanied by an adult cropping up at a 
reception desk in the middle of the night would undoubtedly arouse 
suspicions. That was something they just couldn't afford. They could use 
their fake ID's, that's true, but still it would be too risky. No, she 
would drive on, no matter what. 

A couple of hours dragged by. Linda was still behind the wheel, kicking 
herself to remain awake. She didn't want to turn on the radio, as she 
knew how tired her sisters were. The headlights of other cars were the 
only distraction on a boring, tedious ride to the mountains. She almost 
wished that a patrol car could spot them and begin to chase them down, 
like in the movies - at least there'd be some action.

After a long while, Linda turned off at the freeway exit she had been 
looking for for the past few hours. Their journey continued along the 
road that would bring them to their hideaway, an old log cabin that had 
belonged to a lumberjack. The cabin was on the top of a cliff and from 
there you could see the summer campground below. As far as she could 
remember, the cabin was a pile of logs held in place by weathered beams 
and filled with musty old furniture. All kinds of junk had been left 
there, making the place uninviting, and therefore the perfect hideaway. 
She was sure there would be all kinds of bugs and insects in the cabin. 
But she was ready for it. She was not afraid of spiders, ants or mice, 
no… People, yes, those could be as nasty as raging grizzly bears. Or 
perhaps not… That comparison was probably unfair to bears.

The road became narrower and steeper, winding up the side of the 
mountain. Pine trees rose up on both sides of the road as the headlights 
penetrated through the tunnel of darkness. There was no moonlight. The 
sky was heavily overcast. Soon the trees on the right-hand side gave way 
to a sheer drop to the valley below. Linda had to take special care to 
watch the right-hand edge of the road. Sometimes she caught a sight 
ahead of the precipice across a bend in the road. 

Suddenly there was a bang. The right-hand front of the Jeep subsided and 
they started careering off the road. Linda screamed… She lost control. 
The Jeep went straight for the concrete blocks that were supposed to 
prevent them falling over the precipice and hurtling into the valley 
below. Linda was hurled forward when the tail of the Jeep skidded on the 
gravel and the side of the vehicle came to a violent stop against the 
concrete blocks. To Linda's horror, the Jeep ended up flush with the 
protective barrier and it seemed there was nothing between them and a 
thousand-foot drop over the precipice.

"Are you OK?" Linda asked, calling the twins and Nikki.

"Yes," Nikki said, straightening herself up on her seat, "but stop 
shouting."

"What the hell happened?" Jeannie asked, pulling her hair away from her 
face and trying to drive away the sleepiness that made her eyelids so 
heavy. "Were we shot at?"

"No, I don't think so," Linda replied, still shaking and getting off the 
Jeep. "We got a flat, a burst tire."

Doing her best not to show how scared she was, Linda started the stalled 
engine and drove the Jeep slowly, to the protesting sound of screeching 
metal, away from the protective wall and out into the road. Fortunately, 
they had brought a flashlight. They saw they had run over a two by four 
with a big spike sticking out of it. 

"Someone's getting off on making people drive off the road," said Linda.

"You think they put it there on purpose?" Jeannie asked, aiming her 
flashlight at the nail and studying it with care.

"Oh sure… Probably a kid… or a crazy environmentalist trying to prevent 
people coming here in Jeeps and spoiling these mountains."

"There might be more, then," Zoe said at her turn to shine the 
flashlight on the nail.

"Yeah, there might. And it's too dark to take the spare out."

"So, what're we gonna do?"

"I don't know, Jeannie… This leaves us in a very awkward situation. We 
can't stay here, 'cause another car is bound to ride up here… and we'll 
get help, and a lot of questions we don't need."

"You mean we're gonna leave the Jeep behind and take our stuff with us."

"I didn't say that. I think we should try and find a place to camp for 
the night."

"Why don't we just go on?" Zoe asked, scowling at Big Sis.

"Because there might be more of these fucking nails, Zoe. You said so 
yourself."

"OK," Nikki broke in, "let's not fight. I think Linda's right. I think 
it's wiser to wait for the morning. We should look for a place to 
sleep."

"Where?" Jeannie asked. "We can't go to a motel, and I don't see any 
lodges or houses around here. We're in the middle of nowhere."

"I think Linda means sleeping in the woods," Nikki said, a wry smile 
coming to her face.

"You kidding," Jeannie exclaimed, gaping at Nikki and then at Linda. 
"Right?"

"No, she's not kidding," Nikki replied, almost laughing.

"Linda?"

"I'm afraid Nikki's right, unless you've got a better idea." There was a 
pause, Linda facing her youngest sister with a serious expression on her 
face. "Do you?"

Jeannie shook her head. There was something that bothered her but she 
didn't want to say it out loud. Her sisters would laugh at her for sure. 
Despite her doubts, Jeannie accepted the backpack Zoe was holding out 
and followed Linda and Nikki, who had already begun plodding up the 
road. After a tiring twenty-minute walk the long grayish outcrops on the 
left side gave way to a small  grassy plateau.

"What do you think about here?" Linda asked, directing her flashlight 
toward the flat ground.

"You sure there are no bears down there?" Jeannie said, exhausted. She 
didn't care any more whether her sisters would laugh at her or not.

"Bears?" Linda said, as if she'd been caught off guard. "No, I don't 
think so… At least, I hope not… Anyway, I don't recall the camp 
counselors ever mentioning bears. Still, to play it safe, let's keep the 
food away from us."

The girls followed Linda onto the grass and cleared the stones from 
their makeshift sleeping quarters. They gathered extra grass to make 
their sleepover as comfortable as possible and stretched out the 
sleeping bags. It was cold but the ground was fairly dry and there was 
no immediate sign of rain. Hopefully it wouldn't rain in the night. 
During their hasty packing, Nikki had forgotten to put the tent in the 
Jeep.

Sleep came swiftly but sporadically to the three youngest sisters. Their 
bodies were tired and their minds drained… Only Linda's mind refused to 
call it a day. She was wondering if she too had forgotten something 
important. The night seemed to get much colder as the humidity got into 
their bones. Linda moved closer to Nikki but a damned stone between them 
hurt her back. She returned to her earlier spot, fighting for sleep with 
nightmares of mountain ghosts: a patrol car appeared, men shouting, 
lights flashing, dogs barking fiercely, Dad, bears… Sleep, she should 
sleep… Please…

* * *

Linda woke up to birds chanting their territorial songs. She had another 
nightmare about Dad and cops coming after them… She coughed and yawned, 
noticing that her sleeping bag was covered with dew, and that Jeannie's 
was empty. Linda looked around but couldn't see her youngest sister. The 
morning sun bathed the valley with a soft autumnal light. Pulling 
herself out of her sleeping bag and tugging her sneakers on, Linda 
looked around for Jeannie. She wanted to call out for her sister but 
Nikki and Zoe were still asleep. She walked down to the road to check on 
the Jeep.  On seeing the Jeep she also saw Jeannie, sitting on the 
concrete-block wall, her feet dangling over the precipice and the valley 
below.

Linda walked up to Jeannie, dragging her feet on the gravel, making sure 
Jeannie heard her coming closer so as not to scare her. Jeannie glanced 
back for a moment but said nothing. The precipice was far more 
interesting than human company.

"May I sit down?"

"Sure." Jeannie shrugged.  "It's a free country."

"So they say."

Jeannie smiled for a while but kept looking down.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Jeannie shrugged again.

"Were you afraid last night?"

"Dunno… but I don't wanna talk about it."

The two girls sat in silence for a long while, watching the sun rise, 
the sky turn bluer, the wind blow across the trees, and the scattered 
clouds that stubbornly refused to dissipate into oblivion. Linda 
sniffed, mulling over the sadness in Jeannie's voice, the things she 
didn't say, the way she kept staring down at the valley and the baby 
pine trees that struggled for existence on the steep cliff.

All of a sudden, Jeannie turned to Linda and asked, "Did you ever think 
about killing yourself?"

Linda knitted her brows, making a tremendous effort to hide her shock.

 "No, why?"

"This morning I woke up and I wanted to see how bad it would've been if 
we'd crashed down… and I began to wonder how it'd be like to be dead. 
You think they'd miss us?"

"Mom and Dad?"

"Everybody. Our friends… Mom… Dad."

"I guess," Linda said, looking straight ahead, grasping Jeannie's mood.

"Doesn't sound too convincing…"

Linda's eyes returned to her sister, who kept staring at her, still 
looking for answers.

"I don't know, Jeannie. I'm not them… I know as much as you do. All I 
know is that I'd miss you like hell if you were dead."

"You would?"

"Yes, I would."

"Really?"

"Yes… but don't you dare put me to the test. I wouldn't forgive you."

Jeannie giggled as Linda got to her feet and held out her hand. Jeannie 
stood up as well, helped by Linda's strong arm. Jeannie wanted to hold 
Linda tight and kiss her but Big Sis was already a few feet away, 
crossing the road and calling the other sisters to get up. They should 
be moving along before some busybody found them and started asking 
questions.

After breaking camp, the girls returned to the Jeep. They were hungry 
and thirsty and their muscles hurt. But knowing that no one had rummaged 
in the Jeep or stolen it was enough to raise their spirits. At least it 
wasn't a big deal to change the wheel in daylight. Soon they were back 
in the Jeep and smiling as they drove on, up the mountain road. A half 
hour later Linda turned off onto a dirt road, congratulating herself on 
having convinced Dad that a four-wheel drive was a far better deal than 
any GM convertible he wanted to give her. After a few minutes of jolting 
and wiggling, she brought the Jeep to a stop.

"This is it, guys," she announced, springing off the Jeep and opening 
her arms as if she had become a circus emcee. "This is our cabin, our 
home."

Linda forced the cabin door open and before she could hold her breath a 
strong smell of musty furniture hit her. The old cabin was in better 
shape than she remembered. The roof didn't appear to leak and the floor 
planks were for the most part intact. On the other hand, the old 
furniture would have to be scrubbed to make the place habitable.

The girls rummaged around the cabin, turning over broken chairs and 
avoiding spiderwebs. They were discussing the best way to get rid of the 
junk that cluttered the cabin, when Zoe yelled. Her sisters rushed to 
see what she had found. Behind an old rickety cupboard stood a stone 
fireplace. Linda concluded it should surely keep them from freezing 
during winter. With contented hollering and giggling, they continued 
their selection of what should be kept, thrown away or broken up and 
used as firewood. In another cupboard, Nikki found some cutlery, though 
too rusty to use without a lot of cleaning.

After a few hours' work, Jeannie looked around and then at her sisters. 
They looked tired but she was proud of them. Most of the mess had been 
dealt with, and there were enough logs next to the fireplace to start a 
fire.

Jeannie groped in her backpack and before long she produced a bottle of 
wine. It was Dad's. "He ain't gonna miss it," she said, a wide grin 
appearing across her face. "I think we should celebrate…" 

Her sisters laughed, settling down beside her and realizing how hungry 
and thirsty they were. They ate a few sandwiches made with provisions 
bought in the shopping mall. Nikki stared at the supplies they had 
brought - mostly canned food - which were piled up on the old oak table, 
one of the few pieces of furniture they decided to keep.

"How are we going to find more food, Linda. This isn't going to last for 
long."

"I have money. I stole it from Dad's wallet. I know it was wrong... but 
I had no other choice. And I'll teach you a few tricks to save food. 
During summer camp we had a few classes about survival in the wild. It's 
gonna be fun."

Nikki hugged Linda, kissing her on the lips for the first time since 
they ran away. Linda was taken aback and smiled, laughing a bit, 
blushing at the same time and noticing that the twins were watching them 
observantly. Linda felt embarrassed but the wine helped her relax.

They prepared themselves for the evening. It was cold inside the log 
cabin, but they could light a fire in the fireplace and their sleeping 
bags should keep them warm enough at this time of year. Linda slept 
between Nikki and Jeannie. With Nikki claiming her right to hug Linda, 
Jeannie turning her back to them when that happened.

Jeannie wanted to sleep... and forget…

* * *

The next morning the four girls went down to wash in the small river at 
the bottom of the creek. The day was dry and warm. They could see over 
the trees all around them to the snow-capped mountains on the horizon. 
They had also saw some deer and rabbits, but so far no bears.

"This is beautiful, Linda," Nikki exclaimed. "I'm in love with this 
place."

As they washed their faces in the cold running water, Jeannie hesitated 
visibly.

"What happened, Jeannie?" Linda asked. "You don't trust the water?"

"It's not that. I feel so dirty... without a shower. I'm probably gonna 
take a bath. The problem is... the water's so cold."

"OK, I'll help you. We're both going to. I feel dirty too." Without 
waiting for Jeannie's answer, Linda took off all her clothes and dived 
into the creek, showing off her swimming skills. "Come on, you guys... 
The water's perfect."

Jeannie stared at Linda. She wanted so much to hold her big sister 
tight, to smother her with kisses, lick her breasts, excite her, make 
her moan the way Nikki did. Jeannie's heart melted when Linda beamed at 
her as she came out of the water, her nipples hard, her hair damp, 
falling limp on her shoulders. Linda was a river nymph coming to get 
her...

"Come on, Jeannie. Get your clothes off. Or do you want to take your 
bath with them on?"

Jeannie didn't react. She couldn't. Linda was in front of her, totally 
naked, water streaming down her. Linda's overwhelming beauty was there 
for all to see. Linda tugged Jeannie's sweater up, and started to 
unbutton her sister's blouse. Jeannie didn't offer any resistance. She 
would do anything Linda asked her to. Linda removed all Jeannie's 
clothes, one by one, until Jeannie was naked too, trembling.  Linda's 
breasts brushed against Jeannie's, causing Jeannie's body to quake 
inside. Jeannie's nipples  became hard and she felt her sex respond. It 
was getting wet and warmer... If she'd been alone, she would have 
masturbated.

"Come on," said Linda, pulling her by the arm, and Jeannie followed her, 
willingly.

Jeannie forgot about the water being cold, about everything around her, 
even the fact they were being watched by Zoe and Nikki. Having Linda so 
close to her, playing with her, brushing her naked body against hers... 
made her forget everything. Linda... was all that Jeannie saw... and 
felt... and heard.

* * *

It was evening again. The four sisters huddled by the fireside, watching 
the flames lapping logs gathered that afternoon. Nikki and Zoe, however, 
had stomach cramps. They had eaten too many berries, the ones Linda said 
were safe to eat.

"You think the cops are already looking for us?" Jeannie asked, rubbing 
her cold feet. She slid closer to the fireplace and toward Big Sis.

"I guess," Linda replied, using an old tong to keep the fire going 
strongly.

Nikki began to brush her long hair. She too had taken a bath in the 
creek in the afternoon. She felt better afterwards. She hated the 
feeling of sweat on her skin, and the smell of it. She bent over, 
letting her hair cascade down to form a perfect curtain in front of her 
eyes. She used to brush her hair for hours. It was one of the things 
that made her look like Big Sis. Nikki was vaguely proud she was able to 
give her sister the same softness, the same silkiness, something she 
truly relished. 'If only I had curls like her...' she mused.

"Care to let me to brush your hair?" Nikki offered.

"Please do," Linda replied, smiling. 

She shut her eyes and let Nikki work on her hair. Little by little she 
felt her body come alive. It was a strange crescendo of feelings and 
sensations, which were taking over her being. Linda pressed her thighs 
together. Nikki was exciting her again. The bath in the creek had been 
so sensual, despite the cold. She enjoyed seeing that Jeannie could 
relax a little. She wanted to prevent any despair among her sisters. 
They were going to make it. She was sure of it.

Nikki kept brushing Linda's hair, slowly. It seemed to Linda that Nikki 
was trying to get her in the mood for making out. If that was the case, 
Nikki was really succeeding. Linda could feel the moisture gathering up 
in her sex. She pressed her thighs against each other once again, 
keeping her pleasure from streaming out. She was getting weak. If Nikki 
continued, they would end up making love, twins or no twins around. Then 
Nikki brushed Linda's hair aside and kissed her neck, a long sensual 
kiss. Linda shuddered all over, her heart racing, her breathing coming 
now unevenly.

"Ooh Nikki..." Linda said softly, trying to hug her younger sister's 
neck.

Hearing Linda's moaning Nikki couldn't control herself any more. Three 
days without making love with Linda was too long. Nikki kissed Linda on 
the nape of her neck. Linda shook again, feeling the most delicious 
thrill, until she could stand it no more.

Linda pulled Nikki toward her and down to the floor. She began to kiss 
and kiss and kiss, small kisses around Nikki's soft, sweet lips. She 
forgot about the twins. Nikki's passion was too overwhelming. Linda 
could barely breathe. All she cared for was to kiss Nikki, feel her 
younger sister's tongue with her own, to excite her, to make her moan 
and moan and MOAN.

"Oooh, Sis..." Nikki finally said, between kisses. "Sis... Sis, I love 
you."

Nikki's mouth began to go down Linda's neck, her hands grabbing Linda's 
breasts over her blouse, while Big Sis fumbled for her sister's belt, 
trying to unbuckle it. It didn't want to come apart. Instead, her hand 
caressed Nikki between her legs, against the roughness of her jeans.

"Ooohhh..." Nikki let out, opening her legs, and rubbing herself against 
Linda's hand.

Despite her sister wearing panties and jeans, Linda was able to feel 
some wetness. 'Nikki's pussy must be soaking wet,' she thought. It was 
amazing she was still able to excite Nikki that much. It was in contrast 
to the hatred they felt from their parents. 'But let's forget about it,' 
she said to herself. 'No parents... No nothing... Only Nikki is 
important now.'

They kissed again, wildly, arms encircling each other's bodies. They 
rolled on the floor and this time Linda wound up on top of her sister's 
stomach. Linda slipped her blouse off, throwing it away to a corner of 
the cabin. She smiled at her twin sisters, who didn't miss anything of 
their lovemaking.

"Sorry, kids..." Linda said, still exuding her contagious smile. "There 
isn't much privacy in this cabin, I know. So you've got to put up with 
this... Maybe we can teach you a trick or two..." At this point Linda 
was grinning, turning red from her own boldness. She let her bra drop to 
the floor, her perky breasts bouncing free. Immediately Nikki's hands 
cupped them, and kneaded them... Linda's eyes closed until she moaned. 
Opening again those dreamy light green eyes, Linda looked again at the 
twins. She preferred not to make them uncomfortable. 

"Anyway," she said, "you wanted to spy on us... Now, it's your dream 
come true, right?"

The twins nodded. They couldn't do otherwise. They saw Linda return her 
attention to Nikki, sucking Nikki's saliva. Simultaneously, Nikki kept 
playing with her sister's boobs, up and down, and down and up, her 
fingers teasing Linda's nipples, making them incredibly hard.

"Oooh baby, baby," Linda said, her eyes clouding over. Nikki was really 
addictive to her. Better than coke, LSD, and heroine together, she 
surmised. She hadn't tried any of them but she was sure that was true... 
Being far away from their parents lessened Linda's guilt. Her heart 
didn't hurt that much any more. There must be a reason for all this... 
All this sweetness, like honey, on her lips, on Nikki's lips.

Linda took off Nikki's CK blouse and she finally succeeded in undoing 
her CK blue jeans. She wanted to feel her sister's nakedness, her 
perfect trim body. She wanted that closeness, to feel her body's warmth. 
She wanted to feel those breasts, those peaches, with perfect their 
nipples, so sensitive to the touch, so sensitive to her caresses... She 
eased off Nikki's panties, full of Nikki's aroma, soaked with her love 
potion.

Linda kissed Nikki's body, made her shake with anticipation. Nikki's 
head rolled from one side to the other, moaning softly, eyelids closed, 
abandoning herself to Linda. Nikki felt her sister's mouth in her belly, 
kissing her navel, tweaking her nipples, stimulating her with a finger 
very close to her sex but not quite there. It was her own medicine being 
used against her. Teasing, teasing, and teasing - that was the name of 
this game.

Nikki pushed her sister's head down, fondling her hair, her beautiful 
hair, which stroked her body, so sensual, so precious... so silky to the 
touch.

"Ooohhh Linda... Sis... SIS... SIS... SIS... I love you... I love you... 
Go on, please... Sis... SIS... Please... Kiss me there, don't tease me. 
I can't take it... I can't... I really can't..."

Then there was a thrill, when Linda began to kiss Nikki's inner thighs, 
her hand patting Nikki's feet, rubbing them, stimulating them, pinching 
her sister's toes, one by one, slowly, until Nikki asked for more and 
more. Nikki almost died when Linda began to lick around her pulsating 
sex, Linda's hand stroking her mound. Then the Time of Oblivion came, 
like a gigantic wave, when Linda kissed her clitoris, resuming the 
licking, her lissome, knowing fingers finding their way in... Teasing, 
and teasing... And then stroking, her mouth licking, her tongue inside 
her...

"OOOHHH LINDA... LINDA..." Nikki bawled, her body jerking up. Her juices 
were flowing and flowing into Linda's mouth, which kept sucking her as 
if there would never be another drop left. And then again, the maddening 
tongue, making her squirm and squirm, like a sweet torture, without 
end... It was heaven on earth... Then she came, encircling her legs 
around Linda's head, increasing the pressure inside her sex, her soul, 
her love for Linda. She loved her... She couldn't love anyone else... 
Nothing else mattered... But Linda was not done with her. Linda kept 
licking her until she came again and again and again and again... Nikki 
had to pull Linda up or she would die.









NEXT: CHAPTER NINE:  Violence

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