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Jan V. - SISTERS - 5/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)

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

CHAPTER FIVE:  Surrender

Linda waved Tallulah Sorensen and Charlie Olmos good-bye, as she got 
into her Jeep and started the engine. Tallulah and Charlie had been 
seeing each other for two months now and the same old story was 
happening again: boy meets girl, who happens to be Linda's friend; boy 
has the hots for Linda, and girl doesn't have a clue about it. 

Charlie came on to her during lunch break. When his girlfriend wasn't 
looking, with the most matter-of-fact tone of voice he could muster up, 
Charlie "mentioned" he had tickets for the playoffs. In the same breath 
he asked if she wanted to go with him.

"Sure," she replied impassively as if she hadn't understood his true 
intentions, "that'd be fun. Do you have one more? I'd like Rick to come 
along. He's really a big Lakers fan."

"I've got only two," he replied, staring at her, with no hesitation in 
his voice.

"What about Tallulah? I thought you two were serious about each other."

"Not really."

Linda looked at him and noticed his intent stare and how badly he wanted 
her to say yes. This kind of guy always gave her the creeps. Talk about 
obsessive types! 

"I'm sorry, Charlie, but-"

"Don't say anything… Just think about it. You can give me the answer 
tomorrow."

"My answer won't change, Charlie. Tallulah is my friend and I'm not 
planning to stab her in the back. Besides, I-" She held her tongue 
mid-sentence as Tallulah said good-bye to the girl she was talking to 
and turned to them, still grinning and slurping soda pop through a 
plastic straw.

As Linda steered her Jeep out of the parking lot, she wavered between 
the decision to tell everything to Tallulah, or to ignore Charlie's 
invitation completely. Linda was afraid of Tallulah's reaction. She 
didn't want any repetition of what had happened between Mary Howard and 
herself. Mary still blamed her for Stan Rogers breaking up with her. 
Mary accused her of flirting with Stan and leading him on during a party 
a couple of weeks before. Linda tried to explain that wasn't true but 
Mary had already made up her mind. There was no argument on earth that 
would convince Mary of her innocence. The worst thing was to see how 
much Mary hated her for something she hadn't done. Linda had just smiled 
at the guy and danced with him a couple of times because he asked her 
to, but she was sure she hadn't given him any false hopes. In spite of 
it all, she was unable to shake the guilt she sometimes felt - and she 
hated that!

After a 45-minute drive, Linda arrived at Rick's favorite hang-out, a 
garage Paul had converted into a makeshift recording studio. Rick called 
her that day and told her he wanted to see her. His band was going to 
record a demo of a song written by Paul and the band's producer - a guy 
called Gus "The Killer" Smith. The demo was meant for the label that had 
launched the Red Hot Chili Peppers into stardom, Rick explained with 
obvious pride in his voice. Before hanging up, he added, "You inspire 
me." 

As soon as Linda stepped out of the Jeep, Paul came out of the door of 
his studio-garage and greeted her with his unflagging smile and unshaven 
face. Paul van Dyke was a nice guy, definitely. Linda liked his 
easygoing way of living and his open-minded view of the world. Moreover, 
Paul was good-looking, intelligent, and had a terrific sense of humor - 
everything a girl could wish for in a man. Paul, however, didn't care 
for girlfriends and stable relationships. Music was his true love - the 
rest could go to hell, he would say, grinning and giving her a friendly 
hug. Paul was one of the few men with whom Linda felt absolutely at 
ease. She knew he was not going to make a move on her sooner or later.

"Hi, Pumpkin," Paul said, referring to their most common inside joke. 
Paul had told Linda that she reminded him of Christina Applegate. Linda 
couldn't see the resemblance, however, punching him in the stomach every 
time he teased her with it.

"Hi, Paul," she said, sliding one hand around his neck and pressing her 
lips against his left cheek for a fleeting kiss. "Where's Rick?"

"Inside, tuning up his brand-new Fender."

"OK," she said, moving away from Paul, sighing.

"Wait." Paul seized her hand and pulled her back to where she stood. 
"What's the matter, toots? Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, everything's fine."

Paul's clasped her chin and said, "Don't lie to me. I've known you since 
you were a child… You're upset. What's up?"

Linda's eyes stayed clear of Paul's mature light brown eyes. Paul was 
ten years her senior and she had met him at one of his gigs when she was 
thirteen. She sighed again and told him about Charlie and Tallulah, and 
about Mary Howard. They sat down on Paul's improvised bench, a weathered 
surfboard supported by two guttedout loudspeakers.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, brushing his dark brown hair back 
and facing her, his eyelids half-closed because of the strong sunlight.

"Dunno," Linda answered, shaking her head, her right hand rotating one 
of her rings around the left middle finger. She paused and then looked 
up, meeting Paul's gaze. "Have you ever been in love with someone… and 
you know that's wrong?"

Paul smiled at Linda, slightly taken aback. He said, "Being in love can 
never be wrong… What you do about it, that's something else."

"But have you ever-"

"Once… She was married… and still is. Why? You fall for a married guy?"

"Worse," she said, experiencing a sudden thrill with the game of words 
she was about to play. "They fall for me."

"That doesn't surprise me. Sometimes I think Rick doesn't know how lucky 
he is. I don't even know what you see in Rick."

Linda laughed and asked, "Hey, are you hitting on me after all these 
years?"

"Yes, Pumpkin," Paul chuckled, hugging Linda close and pressing the tip 
of Linda's nose with his finger. "You were too young back then. Now 
you've become a woman and this is my chance."

"Cut it out," she laughed, "you don't mean that." Linda stood up, unsure 
whether Paul meant what he said or whether it was just banter.

Paul stood up as well, his smile dwindling away. "Don't you worry, Lin. 
I'm joking. You know you're not my type. I like them older and with a 
little bit of meat around them. Besides, you're like a sister to me, the 
sister I never had."

Before Linda could answer, Rick showed up in the driveway. He embraced 
and kissed her. After their long kiss, Linda pushed him away. Unlike 
Rick, she was not comfortable with such passionate displays of affection 
in public.

They all wheeled into the garage as the guys began to discuss the demo. 
The three of them had to tread carefully, in case they tripped over one 
of the million cables on the floor. Linda greeted the other members of 
the band and Gus "The Killer" Smith, a stocky, red-bearded guy dressed 
in Hell's Angels attire. She sat down on a table at one corner of the 
garage, suddenly feeling out of place.

Paul's words kept ringing inside her. "You're like a sister to me... 
like a sister... to me." How ironic, she thought, shaking her head.

A few minutes later Rick began to blare out the lyrics that went like, 
"Babyface, you kill me with fantasies / you kill me with ecstasies / you 
love me, don't you know /  don't you kill me now…"

* * *

Nikki lay on her bed, reading John Grisham's latest novel, which Dad had 
bought a couple of days before. Then Linda traipsed into the room. They 
had just eaten dinner and slunk away from Dad's guests for the evening, 
two dreary, uninspiring middle-aged businessmen with their predictable 
younger trophy wives. They had to dress up for the occasion. Dad 
wouldn't hesitate to use his family to promote Servenet to the company's 
clients. The word was that Dad, or really Servenet, would make 200 
million dollars if he struck a deal that evening.

As expected, Linda was the center of attention when they had drinks, and 
then during dinner. Both men and women commented on how beautiful she 
was in her long black dress. Their amazement reached its peak when they 
learned how young she was. One of the women even said, "You look like a 
movie star, my dear."

"Thank you," Linda answered, trying to be as polite as she could, 
"although I don't care much for becoming a Hollywood stiff."

The woman looked at Linda with perplexity in her eyes as if she hadn't 
understood whether Linda's answer was an insult or a joke. At that 
point, Linda pulled up a smile and the woman laughed, impressed by 
Linda's wit. Dad was not amused, though. As his guests sat down around 
the dinner table, Dad took Linda aside and told her to "moderate" her 
attitude. Or else.

Nikki stopped reading and watched her sister as she kicked off her high 
heels and said, "These shoes  are killing me."

"You should've seen their faces when they saw you for the first time," 
Nikki said, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

Linda just shrugged as she plunked herself down on her own bed, facing 
Nikki. "They're just a bunch of pinheads. Money is all they want and 
care about."

"Don't you?"

Linda stared at Nikki for a moment and then acknowledged her sister's 
wisecrack with a smile. She got to her feet and peeled off her dress.

Nikki's pulse revved up at once, surprised by Linda's willingness to get 
undressed in front of her with the lights on. Since Spring Break there 
had been a subtle shift in the way they handled each other's nakedness. 
Linda usually came up later when Nikki was already in bed and the lights 
were off. Linda then changed into her T-shirt, folded her clothes and 
laid them on one of the chairs, with everything done in complete 
darkness. If the lights were on, Linda turned her back on her, as if 
afraid of her younger sister's stare. This infuriated Nikki. 'I'm not a 
fucking sex maniac,' she said to herself. 'I know when "no" means "no".' 
Nikki had never brought herself to confront her sister with it, though. 
Perhaps she was blowing the whole thing out of proportion.

"I think you should get out of that dress or it'll get all crumpled up," 
Linda said with a neutral voice, sliding off her bra.

"Yes, Mommy," Nikki retorted, raising another short-lived smile in 
Linda's face.

Nikki rose to her feet and pulled her dress over her head. Instead of 
throwing it onto a chair as she did most of the time, Nikki opened her 
closet and searched for a hanger for it.

"You're learning," Linda said, smiling and slipping under the covers of 
her bed.

Nikki ignored her sister's remark. She sat on her bed and asked, "Are 
you going to sleep already?"

"Do you have a better idea?" Linda countered, this time with a seemingly 
serious expression.

Nikki stood still for a moment, holding her breath and wondering what 
her sister really meant. She had seen Linda guzzle down a few slugs of 
bourbon when Mom and Dad were too busy with their guests. Was she drunk?

Linda and Nikki stared at each other for the longest time, neither of 
them able to move and break away from the spell that had fallen upon 
them out of nowhere. Their breathing was uneasy, their mouths were 
half-open, their lips dry, their cheeks warm… Nikki shivered from cold, 
realizing she had nothing on except for her bra and panties. She licked 
her lips as she rubbed her arms warm.

"Come here," Linda said eventually, patting her bed. "I'll warm you up."

Without hesitation, Nikki slid into Linda's bed, closing her eyes, 
almost not believing what was happening. She couldn't describe exactly 
what she felt. Her body seemed to have turned into a torch, so hot had 
it become. Her body kept trembling uncontrollably.

"You're warm," Linda said, stroking her hair.

Nikki didn't say a word because she couldn't speak. She didn't want to 
think about anything, emptying her mind of all thoughts. She could feel 
Linda's body cuddling up against her back, Linda's hands taking hold of 
hers, warming them as she had promised. Once again Nikki could feel 
Linda's breasts against her naked back, Linda's breathing against her 
neck. She wanted to turn over and face Big Sis, but she didn't move as 
she was afraid that her sister would change her mind and send her back 
to her bed.

Suddenly Linda leapt out of bed and disappeared into the entrance 
passage into their room. Nikki thought Big Sis had experienced a sudden 
urge to pee. She soon realized that her sister had gotten up to lock the 
door. It was too perfect to be true, she thought, trying to remain calm 
and detached as if her sister's actions had no special meaning.

Linda returned to her bed, and to her earlier spot next to Nikki. While 
toying with her sister's hair, she said, "Nikki?"

Nikki turned over, her eyes turning toward Linda's face, so close to 
hers. "Yes?"

Linda kept stroking Nikki's hair, brushing it away from her sister's 
eyes and forehead. "I've been thinking…"

"About what?"

"About us."

"And?" Nikki asked, her breathing coming to a complete stop.

"It's just... It's just so hard... to forget..."

"To forget?"

"About what happened... between us."

"I can't forget what happened either," Nikki said, almost not believing 
that her beautiful sister could feel the same way. "Every time I go out 
with a guy I just wonder how it'd be if you were the guy. It sounds 
weird, I know... But I can't help it. I can't help thinking about making 
love to you all the time. It was so sweet... I just can't help it."

As Nikki burst into tears, Linda pulled her sister closer until they 
kissed, mouths thirsty for probing tongues, hands craving for soft 
curves, breasts yearning for patient, yielding caresses...

"Oh Nikki..." Linda gasped, feeling her sex respond instantly. 

Only Nikki made her feel that way. It seemed she had crossed the desert 
and returned to the oasis... She came to realize how much she had longed 
for this moment, how much she had denied her true feelings. This crazy 
passion, this overwhelming lovemaking was all she wanted. Nikki touching 
her breasts, her deft fingers grazing her nipples under her Tshirt, was 
enough to make her heavy breathing stop. Her legs pressed against 
Nikki's thigh, holding in the wave of ecstasy. Then she breathed out, 
covering her younger sister with kisses. Realizing what had just 
happened, Nikki smiled. 

"You came?"

"Yes," Linda said, blushing.

"But I didn't even-"

"You don't need to. Just touching you and you touching me is enough."

* * *

The next Sunday morning Zoe walked into her older sisters' room and 
surprised Linda and Nikki together in bed. To her dismay, she realized 
that Linda and Nikki were at "it", again. She could see they were naked 
under the sheets of Linda's bed and the smell of sex permeated the room. 
Linda held Nikki close, with her head resting on Linda's shoulder. Their 
faces had a contented look as though they had made love all night. She 
had knocked but apparently those two sex maniacs were too tired to hear 
anything. 'At least they could've locked the door,' she thought.

Zoe returned to her bed, frustrated and angry. She'd already thought a 
million times about telling everything to Mom and Dad. It was unnatural, 
sick, perverted... If they were ugly and unable to find guys to satisfy 
their needs, she could understand it - more or less... But Linda and 
Nikki were just the opposite. Guys would line up just to ask them out... 
It was just too damned crazy.

Yet the image of her two beautiful sisters sleeping together and the 
knowledge they had become lovers really excited her. She tried not to 
think about it... Maybe it was in the genes... She recalled dad's 
favorite girlie magazines - Hustlers featuring two slender, exquisite 
blondes going at it...

She knew about her dad's fantasies because he had thrown all the 
magazines in the trash can except those Hustlers. One night she woke up, 
feeling thirsty, craving for something sweet like soda pop. She headed 
for the kitchen. When she was about to switch on the lights, angry 
voices came from the living room. Her parents were having a fight, or so 
it seemed. Tiptoeing closer to, she listened to Dad's attempts to calm 
Mom down while Mom complained about his ever burgeoning collection of 
"filth". Although the door had been slid shut, a slit between the door 
and the doorjamb had been left open. Gathering up all her courage, Zoe 
peeked in. A chaos of girlie magazines covered the floor, and Dad's 
cupboard, where he kept his VCR tapes, was wide open. 

A couple of days later, she searched through Dad's cupboard for those 
magazines - out of curiosity, she kept repeating to herself -, finding 
only a few of them. Apparently, Dad had to get rid of most of his mags 
but had "saved" those few.  

Dad's mags were unlike the crassy stuff Joey Hernandez had once shown 
her. She hated those pictures with girls wearing garter belts and high 
heels. No "real" girl would do that, she thought. No "real" girl would 
make love wearing that stuff - it would be just too uncomfortable! She 
loved it when the girls wore nothing, or just a light summer dress, 
sneakers or other sporty stuff... Heavy make-up was also a turn-off... 

Zoe lay in bed and became aware of her growing excitement. Without 
giving it much thought, her hand slid down and reached under the sheets 
for her sex. Her panties were wet... 'No wonder,' she thought, smiling 
inwardly.

She tried to resist the urge to masturbate... But it was too late to 
stop now. Her hand began to pat her oozing labia, the palm of her hand 
ever so lightly pressing her clitoris. She bit her lips, preventing a 
moan to escape. She continued with her fingering while fantasizing about 
her biggest turn-on of all: when the two girls kissed, a "real" kiss, 
not the fake tongue-flick, so common in the X-rated material she had 
come across. Seeing those two beautiful females lost in a deep, deep 
kiss, forgetting where and who they were, was enough to shoot her into 
high gear... It was so sexy... It was special... The symmetry of it, 
breasts rubbing breasts, wet cunt against another hot wet cunt, and long 
flowing blond hair all over them... Ooohhh, it was too much. With that 
thought and her hand in her quivering sex, she almost came... Her hand 
was so wet with her secretions...

Zoe looked at Jeannie but her twin sister was still sleeping. Relieved, 
she resumed her fingering. She didn't want Jeannie to see her like that, 
particularly when she had criticized her sisters for their lewd, 
unacceptable behavior. Abhorrence of sex and anything related to it was 
something Mom had instilled into all of them. Zoe guessed Mom was only 
trying to protect them from premature pregnancy. On the other hand, by 
doing so, Mom drove Dad to those mags, maintaining an apparently sexless 
facade to all of them.

Zoe closed her eyes and returned to her masturbatory bliss, imagining 
being one of those blondes, embarking on a deep kiss with one model, 
while the other voluptuous girl fingered her crotch. "Ooohhh," she 
gasped. "Oh, god, this is too... much." She sat up in her bed and took 
off her pajama top. It was getting too damned hot beneath the sheets... 
With her breasts uncovered, her hand resumed its ministrations, going up 
and down her soaking labia, from time to time penetrating her sex. She 
relished feeling her fingers against the wet walls of her vagina, as if 
she was touching another girl's sex. "Ooohhh," she let out again. 
"Oohhhh..." She opened her legs further, while her fantasy girl kissed 
her inner thighs with small, slow, teasing kisses, going for her 
throbbing center of pleasure. When her fantasy girl began to lick her, 
an incredible wave of pleasure whooshed through her, sending her up to 
cloud nine... With her fingers, she spurred the other girl to speed up 
her licking, driving her crazy with lust. She had never been this hot, 
ever... Eventually she came, a bolt of orgasmic bliss taking over her 
body like electricity.

Long minutes passed before she returned to earth, totally relaxed. She 
hadn't felt this relaxed in ages. Then she let her head roll to the 
side, exhausted. To her horror she met Jeannie's smirking face, propped 
up by her hands.

"What?"

"What, what?"

"Why are you grinning like that?"

"No reason," Jeannie said, getting up and going to the bathroom. "I was 
just thinking how people like to talk... and before you know they're 
doing the same thing."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

>From the bathroom, Jeannie replied, "You know perfectly well what I 
mean, Zoe. Don't play the bimbo with me. I'm not one of your 
boyfriends."

Zoe heard Jeannie pee. Apart from her pajama top, her sister had only 
her panties on when she sprang out of bed, and she was going to reappear 
in their bedroom without them. Jeannie always did that before she took 
her morning shower. For some unknown reason, that image excited her. Zoe 
couldn't understand why. She had witnessed that very scene a zillion 
times. Why should it be any different now? Was it because her sister 
reminded her of those girls in Dad's mags? Or because she had just 
fantasized about such a girl going down on her, and had one of the best 
- if not the best - orgasms of her entire life?

She felt rather guilty, but knowing that Linda and Nikki were also at it 
allayed her fears. They had started it!

"Lost your tongue?" Jeannie asked, heading for Zoe's bed. As Zoe had 
guessed, her sister came back wearing nothing but her pajama top, which 
was long enough to hide her triangle of blond pubic hair but short 
enough to reveal her long, tanned, slender legs. Zoe felt a thrill 
radiating out of her sex as she watched Jeannie play with her panties, 
swirling them around on the tip of her index finger.

"Do you have to do that?" Zoe grumbled. Jeannie had slumped down on her 
sister's bed. Jeannie's proximity was making Zoe nervous.

"What?"

"Showing off your panties like that."

"So? It's only me and you. It's not the first time you've seen me do 
that... It was quite a show you put up this morning...  Getting naked 
and your moaning... I've never-"

"OK, I get the picture. You don't have to rub it in."

Jeannie was surprised by Zoe's bad temper. Zoe jumped out of bed and 
locked herself in the bathroom. Jeannie didn't know what was going on in 
her twin's head. She could feel Zoe's shame though.

Jeannie regretted her decision to confront her twin sister with her 
sexuality. She should have pretended to sleep through the whole thing. 
But it had been so sexy, and even exhilarating. After all, Zoe was not 
that uptight about sex. Her twin sister had always been very reserved 
about sexual matters. She could hear her masturbate on occasion but Zoe 
would keep it quiet. Not this morning, however... Why? Because of her 
date with Joey last night?

* * *

For the next few days, Zoe was ambivalent. She didn't know what to do 
about Linda and Nikki. It was difficult to ignore the fact they were 
spending more and more time together. The two of them would go early to 
bed, using the convenient excuse they were tired from school and 
homework. They turned down dates, accepting only a few just to keep up 
appearances. Sometimes they acted like two ridiculous 13-year-old girls 
in love. They hugged each other and kissed as soon as Mom and Dad went 
out of the house and left them to their own devices. They even made out 
on the couch in the living room, giggling if she or Jeannie happened to 
walk in on them.

Anger and desire, that was what Zoe felt. Anger because they should act 
their age. Desire because she wanted to experience the same passion, the 
same loving, the feeling that someone really cared about her. Without 
even noticing, she became depressed. Her grades were slipping and she 
had gotten a warning from her cheerleading coach. She couldn't 
concentrate. She missed too many steps, ruining the coordination of the 
squad. On the day of the reprimand she ran off to the locker room, tears 
running down her cheeks. Soon Jeannie joined her, with an anxious 
expression on her face.

"Zoe, what's wrong?" Jeannie asked, sitting next to her twin. Zoe was 
still crying, doubled up. "Zoe, please, tell me. You're really worrying 
me. Are you pregnant?"

"No, I'm not pregnant," Zoe protested, straightening herself up. "You 
know I don't sleep around."

"I'm sorry. It's just I'm worried about you. Everybody is."

"Yeah, right."

"I am, dammit. And if you don't see, it's because you're blind." Jeannie 
got up and was about to leave. Her sister made her sit down, locking her 
arm around hers.

"Please, don't go," she pleaded. "Please don't leave me here alone."

Jeannie looked into Zoe's shiny eyes, tears still welling up. She could 
feel her desperation. But why was she so desperate? Why? "Zoe, what's 
wrong? Is it Joey? Did Joey get frisky with you?" Zoe shook her head. 
"Then what?"

"Let's not talk about it. And please don't say anything to Mom and Dad. 
Not even to Linda or Nikki. OK?"

"OK, if that's what you want."

They took their sweaty clothes off and went to the showers. Zoe let out 
a cry, squawking about the cold water. Jeannie began to lather herself, 
enjoying the fact that they had the showers to themselves and didn't 
have to share the few stalls available with a bunch of screaming girls.

"Jeannie," Zoe said, looming at the entrance of her stall, "I forgot my 
soap. Can I borrow yours?"

"Sure... You're forgetting everything these days, aren't you? But why 
don't you come in? We'll share it."

"No..."

"Come on," Jeannie retorted, pulling her sister in. "Don't be such a 
prude. Here it is." Handing the soap over to Zoe, she added, "Or shall I 
do it for you?"

"No, someone may see it and..."

"...and think we're lovers?" Jeannie asked, pulling up a mischievous 
smile.

"Jeannie!"

"You said it, or suggested it. Not me. I don't see anything wrong with 
it. Anyway you're my sister. Those things happen between sisters, 
right?"

All that talk and Jeannie's naked body so close to her made Zoe quiver. 
Zoe was confused, so damn confused. Suddenly an insatiable desire to 
kiss Jeannie came over her. But the fear of getting caught, or of 
Jeannie's reaction, made her stop. If Jeannie repulsed her, she would 
curl up and die. Never in all her life had she felt so vulnerable. 
Jeannie was her identical twin. They were born out of the same placenta. 
In biology class, she had learned that only identical twins had a common 
placenta. Non-identical twins had their own liquid worlds... No one in 
the whole universe could be closer. Jeannie was her life, her obsession, 
and she had always been. Only at that moment, in that crummy shower she 
shared with Jeannie, surrounded by water, she realized that. It was as 
though that stall had become the same placenta that had fed them, kept 
them alive, before they were born.

Jeannie watched her sister. Zoe's eyes seemed so distant and then in the 
next moment they seemed to develop a strange intentness.

The twins finished changing and left the gym after explaining to the 
coach they were heading home early. The coach accepted their apologies, 
as long as it didn't become a habit. Fortunately the coach didn't pushed 
for more of an explanation.

At this point Jeannie wished she was sixteen, so she could drive a car. 
They would have to wait for the bus instead. The trip was uneventful, 
and Zoe remained withdrawn. Jeannie decided to hold her hand. She wanted 
to assuage her sister's pain, although she didn't understand what was 
going on inside Zoe's head.

Zoe was surprised when Jeannie squeezed her hand. She squeezed her 
sister's hand back. She smiled at her. That's why she loved her. She was 
the sweetest girl she had ever met, sweeter than Nikki or even Linda. 
Back in their room, they plunked themselves down on their respective 
beds. Fatigue was seeping back into their bodies, so much so that they 
were drifting to sleep. When Zoe woke up, she found Jeannie sleeping 
next to her, her arm around her waist. She watched Jeannie's serene 
face, eyes shut. Jeannie's quiet breathing was tickling her neck. Then 
the breathing stopped for a moment and those shiny blue eyes opened.

"Hi, Sis," Jeannie said, smiling, pulling their hair out of the way.

"Hi," she chuckled, amused by Jeannie's greeting, as though they hadn't 
seen each other for a long time.

"Feeling better?"

"I guess."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Zoe shook her head.

"OK, I understand."

"No, you don't."

"What?"

"No, you don't and won't understand."

"What, for chrisakes?" 

Zoe was still hesitating, but this time Jeannie looked deep into her 
sister's eyes and understood everything. Zoe wanted to make love to 
her... That would explain Zoe's staring in the shower stall. She had 
never felt so naked as when her sister gazed at her breasts. She was 
flabbergasted. "Oh Zoe, why didn't you tell me?"

"What?"

"That you wanted us to make love..."

"Who says?"

"Your eyes say it. I know you. I know you better than anyone else." Zoe 
shook her head, denying it. But Jeannie knew she was right. She kissed 
Zoe lightly on the lips. "If you want me to stop, say so, but I ain't 
gonna stop unless you say so..." She said it, and she delivered it, 
kissing her sister deeply, one tongue searching for another tongue, lips 
crushing lips, until Zoe moaned.

"Oh Jeannie... I love you."

Jeannie smiled. It was Zoe's final surrender... to her, Jeannie Marie 
McDougall.







NEXT: CHAPTER SIX:  Bliss

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