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Jan V. - SISTERS - 1/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)
This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the
Sequel" plus much more.
Enjoy
CHAPTER ONE: CONFUSION
Linda woke up, shaking off sleep with a yawn, and stretched out the arms
from her fit, sport-loving body. She glanced around. In spite of the dim
light, she recognized the furniture of her beach-house bedroom. Heavy
drapes kept out most of the sunlight, allowing her to sleep longer than
usual. It was the weekend, and there was no need to get up at sunrise.
Linda sighed as she let her head roll over to watch her younger sister
Nikki sleep. Then she looked at the red display of the clock radio:
10:23 AM. 'Dammit, so late?' she complained to herself. The
seventeen-year-old girl sighed again and sat up, driving out of her body
the last of her sleepiness. She got to her feet and walked over to the
window. Drawing the drapes slightly apart, she looked out and rejoiced.
The sky was a cloudless deep blue, and a warm breeze blowing from inland
stroked her smiling face. It was the perfect weather to enhance her
golden tan. In the afternoon, it would be promenade time…
Linda picked up the bikini perched on the back of a wicker chair and
ambled into the bathroom, whistling a song Rick used to sing with his
band. Rick Hillman, the cutest guy for the prettiest girl in San
Fernando High... Linda smiled at her own reflection in the bathroom
mirror, brushing her long blond hair away from her face. 'Some
self-glorification can't hurt,' she thought. But popularity was not a
question of just being pretty. Self-confidence and the right amount of
rebelliousness seemed to do the trick - at least for her, it did.
Actually, all Linda's sisters seemed to do fairly well as far as
popularity was concerned, particularly every time the four of them were
together and - more importantly - had fun together. Nikki, thirteen
months her junior, was the sweetest of them all. Nikki was Linda's
confidante and her best friend, the one who cheered her up when she was
down, the one who listened, the one who covered up for her. In contrast,
her sister Zoe was an outspoken, bullheaded, quarrelsome, tomboyish
15-year-old, who wouldn't hesitate to use either her hands to pull her
sisters' hair during a fight, or her nails to protect her identical twin
Jeannie from a bully. It was clear to Linda that the love and hate lost
between the twins was due to Zoe's overprotective, overzealous nature
towards their youngest sister. Jeannie would protest and drive Zoe away
from her, but it didn't take long for them to kiss and make up. Jeannie
was intelligent and resolute, yet withdrawn and thoughtful. Like any
pair of identical twins, Zoe and Jeannie loved to play tricks on
strangers by dressing and behaving alike. But more often than not they
would wear different outfits and hairdos, affirming their own identity
and character. Despite all the bickering and name-calling, Linda knew
that all her sisters were there for each other. Linda was even proud of
them, the way people stared at them as they walked by, arms intertwined,
laughing and talking as loud as they could, whooping it up as sisters
should.
Dad took pride in his "little girls", too. More precisely, Dad took
pride in their good looks. With a tipsy smile on his face and a glass of
bourbon in his right hand, he had once said that the McDougall genes
were known to produce the most beautiful females on the planet. His
daughters were living proof of it. 'Yeah, right,' Linda thought, but her
reflection kept smiling contentedly.
Time for a shower, Linda decided. She tossed her white T-shirt and
panties onto the tiled floor and hopped into the bathtub. Her face
welcomed the warm shower. Her right hand clasped the soap and worked it
over her body and her firm athlete's breasts. Rick joked that she had
the figure for model, but what the hell… Her parents wouldn't buy it…
Yes, it was just another of her wild boyfriend's crazy ideas. They
didn't get along those three. Come to that, Mom and Dad didn't get along
with many people anyway. It was strange for someone who was such a
successful manager of people and money - Fred McDougall, the most talked
about CEO in Silicon Valley, the man who turned the obscure software
company called Servenet into one of the hottest stocks on Wall Street.
>From time to time Dad mentioned his fascination for the political arena,
and the possibility of a bid for Congress. Linda argued against it. She
said that politics is such a dirty business, with far too much attention
from the news media. The lack of freedom would be too damned stifling.
No, Washington DC was definitely not the place to be. Finishing her
shower and grabbing her terry towel, she concluded, 'Give me the
California sun instead, and I'll be forever happy.'
Linda found, as expected, that Nikki hadn't moved a muscle. She was
sleeping away, and unaware that her big sister was up and ready to go.
Linda stopped in front of the vanity mirror. She examined her own
reflection once more, making sure her sporty, skin-tight white and blue
bikini with red streamlined stripes looked perfect, enhancing her
natural curves instead of hiding them. Teasing the guys on the beach was
a turn-on Linda couldn't resist. Capturing the attention of eager young
faces was such a thrill, an intoxicating drug that sent chills down her
spine and produced a mellow warmth down there, between her legs. Linda
smiled to herself, heading for the window. She drew the drapes aside and
hollered, "Rise and shine!"
Nikki's eyes remained shut. Her slender ribcage moved up and down with
the regular beat of sleep despite the strong sunlight streaming into the
room, and the stare of someone waiting impatiently for a reaction. Her
sister Nikki was hopelessly lazy. Linda had forgotten how many times she
had to shake her sister awake, drag her out of bed and splash her face
with cold water to get her going. It was a daily routine Linda didn't
care much for. Nikki promised she would change, but years had flown by
and the promised change was still to happen.
Linda knocked on the twins' door. Without waiting for an answer she
walked in and repeated the same routine, letting the daylight stream in
and announcing the beginning of a new day. Linda would go easy on Zoe
and Jeannie as the twins weren't as lazy as Nikki. They would eventually
get up and ready on their own, without the need for a second round of
hollering and poking.
Linda walked back to her room, sighing once again. Minutes elapsed
before Zoe came into her older sisters' room, yawning and greeting
Linda. Zoe looked at her big Sis picking clothes up off the floor, like
a loving mother, while Nikki slumbered away in bed.
"Hi, Zoe," Linda smiled back, as she took a fleeting glance up at her
sister for long enough to acknowledge her presence, but not enough to
interrupt her tidying the room. "How did you sleep last night? No
nightmares this time?"
Zoe shook her head. After a long pause she asked the obvious, "Is Nikki
still sleeping?"
"Yeah, as usual."
"Why don't we do something about it?" Zoe suggested, flipping her long
straight blond hair over her shoulders.
"Like what?" asked Linda, looking at her sister and holding up a
sweater, Nikki's, that she was about to fold and put away in the
wardrobe.
"Tickle her to death," Zoe grinned.
"Yes," said Jeannie, joining her sisters. "Let's do it."
Linda laughed, amused by the twins' mischief and enthusiasm - no wonder
they sailed through the tryouts for the S.F. High cheerleader squad. Zoe
and Jeannie, Mom's and Dad's favorites, scored straight A's as easily as
they mastered straddle jumps. There were plenty of reasons to envy them,
Linda realized. Plenty of reasons…
"OK," Linda finally agreed, "I'll count to three, and three of us will
jump on Nikki."
"Yes," Zoe and Jeannie exclaimed, their clear blue eyes shining with
anticipation. That too made Linda laugh again.
"One... two... three..." and the three girls dived onto Nikki's bed,
tickling their sister to death as promised, showing no mercy. Nikki
tried to wriggle free. She screamed and kicked, but she didn't stand a
chance. Her sisters made sure she paid dearly for her laziness. This was
a punishment, a lesson to be learned.
"Time to wake up," Linda giggled, pinning Nikki's arms down, preventing
her escaping from the twins. Zoe and Jeannie went on tickling her
squirming body, torturing her with their fingers, while Nikki pleaded
with them to stop. Nikki made another attempt to kick them away,
shouting and screaming, but the unrelenting twins kept a good grip on
her. When the tickling stopped and she pushed them off her, Nikki
laughed as hard as her sisters,.
Linda got to her feet, smiling and pulling her hair away from her face.
She stared at Nikki, noticing how flushed her sister's face was, and
that her pajama top had become unbuttoned in the struggle, revealing her
firm, beautiful, medium-sized breasts. Nikki's nipples were erect as
though she had gotten off on what just happened. Linda felt a certain,
undefined tension building up between her legs. The whole thing had been
exciting, sexy even. Her breasts touched Nikki's during the fight to
keep her sister down. Was that why Nikki's nipples looked so hard?
"From now on that's what you're going to get if you don't wake up on
time," said Jeannie, smiling and showing her perfect teeth.
"Yeah," Zoe agreed. "You can count on that. Right, Linda?"
Linda woke up from her daydreaming and stammered in agreement. She urged
them to get ready. It was almost 11 AM. It was a shame to remain indoors
with such perfect weather outside. After breakfast, they strolled down
to the promenade, looking for the right spot on the beach to settle down
and enjoy the sea, the blue sky and the guys...
Wearing their 150-dollar shades, the happy, loud foursome wanted to look
"cool" and distant. Adrenaline raced through their young bodies when
they realized that guys and girls alike would look at them with awe,
lust or envy. Walking down the promenade was an obvious game of watching
and being watched.
The guys would sidle up to them and mouth the usual pick-up lines. Linda
and Nikki would laugh and ignore them. Zoe usually answered in kind,
knowing that their older sisters were just a few feet away if things
went too far. When they were together, it seemed to Zoe that everything
was possible, and allowed. No jealous boyfriends around, no Mom or Dad
to deflate their high spirits…
After walking for a quarter of an hour Linda suggested a spot next to
the volleyball net. Before they set foot on the beach, a male voice
called out, "Hi, girls!"
"Hi!" Linda replied, turning toward the deep, manly voice.
It was Mr. Cool, an attractive, roguish kind of a guy, who covered his
long light brown hair with a red bandanna. He had piercing blue eyes and
was built like a bodybuilder. He craved attention and worked hard on his
three-point plan for success: Number 1 - to get spotted by a Hollywood
talent hunter; Number 2 - to become the next Sylvester Stallone; and
Number 3 - to have the world, and the girls, at his feet. Beside him
stood Max and Pete. They were less conspicuous than Mr. Cool but equally
attractive. Max and Pete worked for Mr. Cool's surfing school. They were
known for their prowess with the surfboard and with their female pupils
- whatever that meant. Nikki and Zoe met Mr. Cool's gang at the surfing
school a couple of years ago. The girls wanted to learn something new,
something exciting… and those guys seemed to be the right instructors -
cute, self-assured and fun to be with.
Linda and Nikki caught Mr. Cool's and Max's sexual vibes, in spite of
the obvious age difference. Mr. Cool and Max were grown men in their
late twenties. Both of them knew they could end up in jail if they went
too far with those tempting teenage girls. Still, that didn't stop the
guys' trying. Linda had to push Mr. Cool away more than once. It just
didn't feel right, somehow… Linda was afraid for her sisters. She didn't
want them to get hurt. And she didn't went them to do something stupid
with these guys if they had too much to drink and were having a good
time. She was their Big Sis. She felt responsible for her younger
sisters… She just couldn't help it.
After the usual small talk for openers, Mr. Cool suggested a volleyball
match.
"What about the school?" asked Linda. "Don't you have classes to teach?
The girls must be desperate by now."
Mr. Cool laughed. He was used to Linda's banter. Linda McDougall was a
knock-out of a girl, with brains. She defied his stereotypical view of
long-haired, leggy blondes. Linda had personality. She was a girl who
knew what she wanted and who knew how to get it. She said she didn't
want to be a model or an actress. Instead her goals were to graduate and
go to college, maybe to become a physician. Linda was a girl of strong
convictions… He liked that girl… and more than a lot. As far as he was
concerned, Rick, or whatever her boyfriend's name was, was definitely a
lucky bastard!
In spite of Linda's teasing, the girls picked up on Mr. Cool's idea, and
in a few moments the teams were chosen: Mr. Cool, Max, Linda and Nikki
against Pete, Zoe and Jeannie. The "younger" team had the best players.
The twins were known for their well-timed block, and Pete for his
powerful smash. On the other side of the net, Mr. Cool would outperform
himself, making impressive dives onto the sand, which were more for show
than to prevent Pete scoring again. Everyone could see that. The guys
and girls laughed and giggled at his sand-covered face and his mock look
of powerlessness.
Linda scored a few points and, to her embarrassment, Nikki congratulated
her by hugging her. But why did she feel so embarrassed? Nikki was a
warm, kind person, and physical contact between them was normal enough…
During the match Linda avoided dwelling on that scary, confusing
subject. She worked at concentrating on the game. However, it was
becoming increasingly difficult to disregard a strange moist warmth
welling up between her legs. 'What the hell is happening to me?' she
scolded herself. The answer soon became clear. At the beginning of the
second set Nikki struck her first successful smash. Happy as could be,
she came over and wrapped her arms around Linda's neck. That fleeting,
sudden full-body contact stirred Linda up, making her flush awfully.
Nikki's breasts touched hers again, setting off in her body the
strangest reaction. Her nipples immediately became erect, and the
moisture "down there" increased to frightening proportions.
Linda's attempts to get her concentration back failed miserably. She
watched Nikki out of the corner of her eye. She thought it would give
her a moment of respite if she looked at the cause of her sudden
nervousness. She couldn't believe she was actually… what?... becoming
aroused by her sister's body? She shook her head. It wasn't like that.
It was more the physical contact, and not so much how good Nikki's body
looked. They had the same build - long slender legs, a willowy waist, a
dainty tush and a firm bosom. Her sister Nikki was pretty - everyone
knew that - and Linda was proud of her. She was proud she could say
that Nikki was her sister. On top of that, Nikki was kindness
personified. That's why they had grown closer and become best friends
over the past three years. In their early teens they were typical
sibling rivals, competing for the best dress, for the juiciest steak,
for the cutest guy… They eventually grew out of it because Nikki's
kindness was straightforward and disarming. When she started thinking of
that again, tears almost welled up in Linda's eyes.
"Sorry, guys," said Linda finally, as she left the volleyball field,
"I'm gonna take a dive. It's too damned hot up here."
She hoped they would continue the match and leave her alone. But Mr.
Cool quit too, and followed her. To Linda's chagrin, everyone joined her
in the sea, splashing in the water and making too much noise. She just
wanted peace and quiet, and to cool off.
Linda swam away from that bunch of noisy men and teenage girls. She
wanted to get all that stuff about Nikki out of her mind. A chill raced
down her spine. That would be… incest. The very thought of it made her
cringe.
Fear made her swim out to sea - a great and worrisome fear that was
inside her head. Linda stopped swimming. She was tired, her heart was
pounding, and her breathing heavier than usual. She felt suddenly cold,
too cold to remain in the water. With uneasy strokes she began to swim
back to the beach. Mr. Cool swam with his strong crawl toward her
though, preventing her getting back to the beach. He wanted to play,
diving into the water and surfacing a couple of feet away from her.
Linda was exhausted. She wanted him - all of them - to leave her alone.
Was that too much to ask?
* * *
Nikki laughed as Pete helped her to escape from a strong wave and to get
out of the sea. Pete laughed too, faking a sigh of relief. After all,
they had just dodged a wave that could have crashed on them pretty hard.
Pete's smile promptly faded as Nikki let go of his hand. She squeezed
the water off her long hair, and gave him her wide smile. Then they
looked back, alerted by the twins' giggling. Mr. Cool and Max were
telling stories. They were joking about the surfing ineptitude of
beginners as they fought with the waves and the soft sand at the
waveline. On the way back to where they left their towels stretched out
on the sand, Nikki noticed Big Sis. Linda was alone, and seemingly lost
in thought. Her lissome legs were drawn up. She was holding her chin in
her right hand, with her arm propped up on her knee, She was staring out
to sea. That struck Nikki as strange, utterly strange and out of place.
Big Sis was obviously worried. But why? Rick? Another guy? Mr. Cool?…
Nah, that couldn't be it. Linda told her she would never sleep with a
guy like Mr. Cool. What then? School? Grades? That didn't fit either.
Linda's grades were far above average…
Nikki sat down next to Linda. She wanted to ask Big Sis if she was all
right. But her courage somehow fell short. She sensed that Linda wanted
to be left alone. The guys and the twins didn't seem to get it. They
kept calling her name constantly. Linda smiled at their clowning. Nikki
could see, however, that Big Sis wasn't her usual happy self.
Later on Linda got up and said, "I'm sorry, guys… I've got a headache.
I'm going home."
"Going home?" said Mr. Cool, jumping to his feet and going over to her.
"You not coming with us? Sweeney's time tonight… I talked to your
sisters. They're all coming… Don't be a spoiler!"
"No, I'm sorry… I've got a headache. I'd be lousy company."
"In that case, we can join you at your place… You wouldn't be alone…
Your folks are away, right?"
"Yes, they are, but-"
"No," Nikki broke in, getting up and going over to Linda and Mr. Cool.
"I want to go to Sweeney's. I know Linda… When she has a headache, she
really needs to be left alone."
Linda smiled at her sister with gratitude. She picked up her jute bag,
took her clothes out, and slipped on her yellow blouse and black shorts.
Before she left, Nikki pulled Linda aside and whispered, "Are you all
right?"
"Yes," answered Linda, tossing her head to sweep her hair away from her
face. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just enjoy Sweeney's without
me."
"We'll see about that. Anyway we still have to go home and change. I'll
check on you when we get home."
"Yes, Mommy."
Nikki chuckled, pushing her sister away. "Just go home, OK? And see you
later."
"Right," said Linda. Looking around to the others, she yelled, "Bye,
guys!"
"Bye!" the others answered in unison. Then Linda smiled and left.
Linda walked back to the beach house, this time without wearing her
sunglasses. She wanted to feel the sunshine on her closed eyelids, to
feel that warmth all over her body, and forget the reason why she had
made up a headache. It was an excuse like any other to get her freedom
back, to have some room to think… No one understood that except for
Nikki. Nikki, her sister, her best friend… Linda's breathing became
heavier again… She had to forget "it". But the more she tried, the more
that scary idea invaded her mind. She needed to cool off again. She
would take a shower and wash away those crazy ideas about Nikki.
* * *
"Linda, where are you?" shouted Nikki from the bottom of the stairs.
Nikki had just returned from the beach, and her face was warm from the
sunshine and the never-ending laughter with the guys and the twins.
"Up here," she heard Linda shout from their bedroom. Nikki hurried
upstairs and in no time she was in the bedroom. Linda was sitting on the
edge of her bed, one leg lying on the covers and the other down on the
floor. With her knees bent to balance in that position, Linda was
leafing through an old photo album, the one where their early childhood
pictures were kept.
"What are you doing?" asked Nikki, sitting on the floor next to her Big
Sis. Linda kept staring at the old photos that Nikki knew well.
Linda just shrugged. Nikki couldn't see Linda's face. It was hidden by
the long tresses of golden curls that framed it. Nikki looked at her own
hair, so straight and weak compared with Linda's. Zoe and Jeannie also
had straight hair, even straighter than her own, Nikki realized. She
said she would soon get a perm (to keep up with Big Sis) but Mom
wouldn't allow it. Mom said she was too young, and a perm would ruin her
hair.
Nikki eyed her sister, still unable to see Linda's face. Nikki brushed
her sister's hair away from her face. To her astonishment, she saw that
Linda's cheeks were damp from CRYING!
"Linda, what happened?" she asked, quivering for a second. "Why are you
crying?"
Linda shrugged again, still looking at the pictures Dad took when they
were younger. Some of them showed Linda and herself playing in the back
yard of the house where they lived before.
"Linda, talk to me... Please…" Nikki tried to wipe away the tears from
her sister's face but Linda flinched, avoiding the contact. "Linda, why
are you in this mood? If you don't tell me, I can't help you."
"So, don't," Linda growled, standing up, stomping into their private
bathroom and banging the door shut.
Nikki remained where she was, her blue-gray eyes wider than normal,
staring at the doorway through which Linda had disappeared from view.
Linda ending the conversation like that was nothing new to Nikki. Her
older sister had a rather short fuse. That much she knew. But what threw
Nikki into total confusion was Linda's strange mood. She had never seen
her so distant and sad. Her Big Sis was always the center of attention.
Her captivating smile, her looks, and her uninhibited wisecracking were
three traits that assured her sister the limelight. Linda was actually
the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. When she was younger she
bitterly envied her sister's stunning beauty.
And now? Did she envy her still? No, she didn't think so. They had
become friends, buddies… Linda was the most dependable person she knew,
much more than their own parents. Linda was there for them. The same
couldn't be said about Mom and Dad… Nikki shut her eyes for a moment and
tried to get that thought out of her mind. She didn't want to think. She
just wanted to get changed. She wanted to go to Sweeney's and dance the
night away, and forget… About everything.
NEXT: CHAPTER TWO: KISS AND TELL
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