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Jan V. - SISTERS - 4/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)

This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the 
Sequel" plus much more.
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CHAPTER FOUR:  FRUSTRATION

"Nikki, come to me… Come to me…" a female voice implored. 

 Nikki couldn't say who was calling her so desperately. The girl's face 
would sometimes materialize in her mind, or dissolve in the next moment 
as mist on a sunny day. Nikki reached out for the other girl, but their 
fingers never touched, as if an invisible wall stood between them. Nikki 
screamed, calling for the girl, who resembled her in so many ways. Her 
heart beat faster, and she could feel the acid accumulating in her lungs 
and muscles, because the other girl kept falling and falling… away from 
her…

Nikki woke up, startled, confused, her eyes becoming acquainted with the 
darkness of her surroundings. She realized she was at the beach house, 
in her bedroom, and that she had had a bad dream. The other girl in her 
dream was Linda, she decided, as she stared at her sister. Linda was 
still sleeping, wearing her usual T-shirt - she hated pajamas! - her 
long curls swept across her back. Linda's right leg was bent and naked, 
teasing the T-shirt upward, and the sheet away from her body. Seeing 
this, Nikki became again excited with desire. The craving for Linda's 
kisses returned, making her lips dry.

Nikki recalled how Big Sis now avoided the slightest physical contact 
between them if she happened to be close together. If confronted with 
what had happened on Saturday evening, Linda reiterated that it wasn't 
right, that it had all been a mistake, her mistake. Nikki had tried to 
reason with her but Big Sis wouldn't stay and listen to her arguments.

The twins had ruined everything, especially Zoe. In spite of Zoe's big 
mouth, Linda had managed to prevent a major earthquake at home. As 
always, Big Sis got her own way, talking Zoe into silence - but for how 
long? The twins were still mad at them, although for different reasons. 
Jeannie was jealous of what Linda and she had, which was… nothing; and 
Zoe was jealous of what might happen between her twin sister and Linda, 
which was NOTHING, either.

Nikki shook her head, getting out of bed, discarding the feeling that 
their lives were turning into one of those TV soap operas she hated so 
much. Living the lives of others was not her idea of fun. She was a 
doer, not a dreamer… If she wanted something, she would do (almost) 
anything to get it. Linda had taught her to chase after her dreams and 
fight for her happiness. But what would Big Sis say about her daydreams 
right now?

Making as little noise as possible, Nikki washed herself and dressed, 
wearing her bikini under her beach shorts and her sleeveless, 
top-cropped T-shirt. She went downstairs, turning on the lights of a 
deserted kitchen. It was 7:45 AM., too early even for Dad if he didn't 
have to leave for work. It was Spring Break and Dad had taken a few days 
off his busy-busy schedule to stay with his wife and kids. He was to 
leave on Wednesday as he had an important meeting waiting for him in 
Houston, Texas. Mom would then take off for Palm Springs with a friend 
of hers and, as usual, would only be back a couple of days later.

'Just as well,' Nikki thought. 'At least we can do whatever we want.'

Spring Break ended next Sunday, Nikki realized as she walked out of the 
back door, breathing in the fresh air of a lovely morning. She stretched 
herself out in Dad's lawn chair, and at that moment she wished she had a 
pet, a dog or a bunny, something she could call her own. Mom wouldn't 
allow any living animal at home, though, because pets were messy and 
smelled.

Mom was commanding and stubborn as hell, and so was Linda. That's why 
Linda and Mom couldn't get along - they were too alike.

Nikki rubbed her tanned, slender legs, as a chill had run through her 
body. Although the morning was sunny and soothingly warm, she shivered 
now and then. Her hands rested on her thighs, while desire was oozing 
between her legs. She didn't care much for self-relief. It felt too 
selfish and lonely. There were, however, times when she couldn't resist 
it, bringing herself to a very satisfying orgasm. She hated to deal with 
the guilt afterwards, though. When she was just six Mom had caught her 
masturbating against Mr. Tom, her favorite teddy bear. Mom pulled her up 
and smacked her bottom, screaming at her in front of Anita about what a 
"bad girl" she was. Mom took Mr. Tom away and Nikki hadn't seen him 
since. Many years later Linda told her she shouldn't feel guilty about 
rubbing herself off. If she felt like it she should do it, and to hell 
with what Mom thought.

"And do you do it?" Nikki had asked.

"Yes, of course… Most folks do but won't admit it."

Linda squeezed her hand, assuring her it was OK what she felt. 
Notwithstanding Linda's assurances, Nikki was unable to shake off her 
uneasiness about masturbation. Mom's screaming and her public 
humiliation came back to haunt her and to ruin all the pleasure she had 
just experienced. The funny thing was that she didn't feel any guilt 
whatever about making love with Linda… No, on the contrary. She felt 
liberated, safe, and out of harm's way. Linda gave her strength, because 
Big Sis loved her. That Saturday evening Linda had told her so….

Her heart thumped harder. Nikki felt where her heart should be with her 
right hand and wondered whether she was falling in love with Linda. 
Linda… She was so beautiful, so strong…  'I love her,' she realized, 
feeling sudden warmth in her cheeks, surprised by the depth of her 
feelings. But Linda was her sister… How could she feel this way? How 
could she?

Nikki heard the back door opening and shutting. It was Dad, wearing his 
red turtleneck, which clashed visibly with his oversized khaki shorts. 
Puffing at his pipe, he greeted her and asked how she felt. Nikki went 
through the motions, engaging in a conversation she was rather 
uncomfortable with. She wondered whether he would ask about Zoe and 
Linda, and what Zoe wanted to tell him. Nikki noticed how carefully he 
trod with his questioning, maneuvering their conversation into that very 
subject. Fortunately, Linda barged into the back yard, just in time, as 
if Big Sis had seen it coming.

That morning's glorious weather gained sudden priority in Dad's speech, 
and it remained so until he walked back into the house, leaving the two 
girls by themselves. Hesitantly Nikki turned her face to Linda, who had 
stretched herself out on a lawn chair next to hers. Linda had her 
eyelids closed, enjoying the sunshine. She wore her usual dark yellow 
T-shirt and her very short, snug black shorts. Without even noticing, 
Nikki's eyes scanned her sister's breasts and her brawny, yet feminine 
long legs. That familiar wetness returned, the reactions of her sex 
putting her to the blush. As if Big Sis had noticed her stare, Linda 
opened her eyes and faced her.

"I almost don't recognize you."

"What?"

"Getting up so early is not exactly what you do on a regular basis."

"I couldn't sleep… Anyway I want to go to the beach early."

"Do you miss the guys that much?"

Nikki observed her sister more closely, trying to discern whether that 
remark was out of jealousy or was just plain old Linda cracking jokes.

"No," Nikki said, shaking her head and averting Linda's staring. That 
remark made her terribly sad, although she couldn't say why. "I don't 
want to go to the promenade… not today. I know this beach, a few miles 
from here… We could take your Jeep and go there, for a change."

"Sounds good to me," Linda replied, shutting her eyes and facing the 
morning sun again. "Let's hope the twins'll think the same."

* * *

"What kind of beach is this?" Zoe asked, jumping off the Jeep. "No one's 
here."

"So?" Nikki asked, turning off the engine. "What's the problem with 
that? This is our chance of sunbathing topless. No one comes here on 
Monday, at least not this early."

Despite Zoe's complaining, Linda, Nikki and Jeannie decided to stay and 
explore the beach. Nikki looked up at the sun, judging its height and 
strength. It was another perfect day to lie on the sand, and to enjoy 
the sunshine and the waves without the hassle of the promenade and its 
beach.

Linda scanned the blue horizon and the quiet sea, her hand screening her 
eyes from the sun. As Zoe had grumbled, the beach was deserted. Linda 
felt and heard the sea breeze flurry against her face and hair, and the 
grass growing on the sand dunes. A few seagulls glided above her, 
looking for food down in the ocean. 

"Nice place, Nikki."

Nikki drew breath to say thanks but decided against it when she exhaled. 
She could feel Linda wanted some distance Giving an answer would violate 
her sister's wistful mood.

After some discussion with the twins, they chose a spot near the sand 
dunes and away from the waveline. Since they were going to sunbathe 
topless, the dunes would offer protection from curious ogling, should 
people appear on the beach.

As she slipped off her T-shirt and shorts, Nikki's eyes moved away from 
Linda's body. The tension of excitement had announced its presence 
between her legs as soon as she saw Linda's naked breasts and her 
beautiful, slender body. Fortunately Big Sis seemed unaware of her 
staring, busy as she was with the oiling of her own arms and ample 
chest.

Although topless sunbathing was a rare event for them, their tan lines 
were almost invisible. They all wore expensive bikinis which allowed 
most of the UV light through. They had bought them in an exclusive 
boutique in Beverly Hills, owned by a man who did his best to look like 
David Niven and sound as savvy as a college professor.

Linda handed the sunblock over to Nikki and asked her how she knew about 
this secluded beach. It was because of Jim Tatum, Nikki explained. She 
met Jim at a Lana Martin's party. He was a college freshman at the time, 
nicely built, strong shoulders and arms but hardly the typical UCLA 
jock. He had a way with words, which reminded her of Linda, and a 
gleaming two-wheeled import that would sweep any teenage girl off her 
feet with its powerful roar of an angry, thirsty engine. In the 
beginning she declined his invitations to go for a ride. Jim Tatum 
scared her somehow. On the other hand, she was curious as to what it 
would feel like riding on a bike like that, feeling the wind in her 
hair, leaning against a guy a lot of girls would kill to be friends 
with. In the end Lana whisked her doubts away, and she accepted Jim's 
idea of a thrilling date.

And thrilling it was… She had screamed and laughed when Jim accelerated 
and negotiated a tight turn at full speed. The ocean stretched away into 
a cloudless horizon at their right, and huge boulders of hard rock 
cropped out at their left, giving them no chance if Jim lost control of 
his roaring bike. After a long ride, he took her to this secluded beach, 
and soon enough he kissed her and made the first moves for them to make 
out. Nikki pushed him away firmly, looking at him sharply and making it 
clear she was not going to have sex with him. Besides, she was seeing 
Craig Worell and she didn't  intend to cheat on her boyfriend. Jim got 
mad, standing up and throwing some curses at the wind, while his hand 
brushed back his light brown hair. Eventually he brought her home, 
without saying another word or looking at her directly again. 
Fortunately, she hadn't seen him since.

Linda smiled at Nikki's story of failed seduction and looked at the 
breakers that kept rolling onto the sand. Again Nikki had to tear her 
eyes off Linda's tanned body. Big Sis's breasts were like a magnet. She 
didn't mean to stare like a sex-starved boy but every time she looked at 
Linda's body the overwhelming emotions of their lovemaking washed over 
her like a gigantic wave. Those feelings wreaked havoc with her 
determination to respect her sister's decision to put an end to the 
sexual nature of their relationship. She swallowed and sighed, exerting 
herself to keep the tears from flowing.

If only she could find a way to make her sister understand it was OK for 
them to make love, she wondered. If they wanted to, why not? Because 
they were sisters? And if she were a guy, would Linda have less qualms 
about making love?

Nikki took her turn at applying the sunblock. The twins were just a few 
feet away from her, giggling and playing with their own bottle of 
sunblock, spreading the oily liquid on each other. They avoided the 
other's breasts as though it were understood that their small chests 
were forbidden territory. Seeing Zoe and Jeannie in such a playful mood, 
touching each other's bodies freely, it became clear to Nikki how much 
she wanted Linda. The twins didn't have to deal with the frustration she 
felt.

Done with the sunblock, Nikki let the bottle drop in Linda's jute bag 
and walked over to the waveline. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the 
moisture with her fingertips, and hugging herself. She looked at the 
ocean and the waves and the birds and the infrequent yachts that lazily 
cruised on the water.

The water felt cold on her feet. Nikki let the waves bury her feet under 
the sand, pretending not to hear the twins' playful giggling. They were 
wrestling, Nikki guessed without looking back. They would soon come and 
dive into the sea, and wash the sand off their bodies. After a few 
minutes of high-pitched giggling and screaming, Zoe's and Jeannie's 
voices came closer. As Nikki foresaw, her younger sisters ran into the 
water, disappearing under a wave and surfacing a couple of feet further 
away from the beach.

Jeannie waved her to join them but Nikki turned her down. Nikki didn't 
feel like getting wet. She looked back, taking a fleeting glance at 
Linda. Linda lay flat on her beach towel, ignoring the twins' 
monkeyshines.

"The water's freezing," Zoe said, making her way back to the beach, 
trembling.

Without paying attention to Nikki, Zoe returned to the sand dunes to 
fetch her towel and dry herself off. Jeannie stayed in the water a 
little while longer. Then she swam to the beach, got to her feet, and 
walked over toward Nikki. All of a sudden, Jeannie kicked in the water, 
splashing her sister silly, causing Nikki to withdraw to a safer, drier 
spot on the sand. Her sense of relief didn't last long as a pair of 
strong hands took hold of her arms, pushing her toward Jeannie.

"Linda!" Nikki cried out with surprise in her eyes.

"Yes, that's me," Linda laughed. "I'm joining the fun, Sis."

Before Nikki could say a thing, another spatter of sea water was kicked 
at her by Jeannie, who was laughing as boisterously as Linda. Reacting 
as fast as she could, Nikki ducked and wriggled herself free from 
Linda's firm clasp, and dived into the water.

"Hey, that's not fair," Nikki complained, swimming away from her 
sisters. "I'm always alone against all of you."

"That's what lazybones's get sooner or later," Jeannie cracked.

"I'm not lazy."

"You're not?" Jeannie said, savoring the irony with her lips.

Linda and Jeannie sat down on the sand, the water caressing their feet. 
They were still grinning at each other and then at Nikki. Nikki joined 
them, settling down beside Big Sis and keeping her eyes open, watchful 
for any sign of Linda or Jeannie wanting another bout of wrestling.

No words were exchanged. The three of them just listened to the sounds 
of the sea and the birds hovering overhead. Nikki wondered if Jeannie's 
horseplay was a kind of conciliatory gesture, an attempt to prevent 
further distrust and friction between them. Unlike Zoe, Jeannie was not 
a rancorous girl. Jeannie could fly into a rage but she was usually the 
one to raise the white flag first. Then Nikki's eyes fell on Big Sis, to 
examine her absent look with her green eyes lost in the distance. Nikki 
wanted to ask Big Sis what she was thinking about, but Jeannie's 
presence dissuaded her from such a dangerous line of questioning.

In spite of Nikki's silence, it seemed as though Linda had noticed 
Nikki's staring. Linda stood up and brushed the sand off her bikini 
bottom., "I'd better go," she said, "or Zoe might think we don't like to 
be around her any more."

"She could've joined us," Nikki retorted.

"Yes, Nikki, she could've. But Zoe's still pissed off and you know 
that."

Nikki shrugged as her big sister left. She didn't want to think about 
the reasons for Linda's bluntness and Zoe's reticence. The sexual ghost 
still hovered above their heads, just like a seagull searching for the 
right moment to dive and catch its prey. Nikki couldn't accept that sex 
had ruined everything between Big Sis and herself. That simply couldn't 
be true.

"Nikki?"

"Yes?" Nikki replied, brushing her hair away from her face and looking 
at her youngest sister.

"Don't be sad," Jeannie said, sliding closer and resting her hand on 
Nikki's. "Zoe and I, we talked last night… I guess… we overreacted. I 
mean, it's not every day that… You know what I mean."

Nikki took a good look at Jeannie, observing her face and appraising the 
sincerity of her sister's words.

"You mean you're not angry with Linda any more?"

"I figured, what's the use… I…" Jeannie looked away, her mouth half 
open. She  just interrupted herself as if unable to put her feelings 
into words. Then she added, "I still don't know… what's going on. It's-"

"-so overwhelming," Nikki helped.

"Yes," Jeannie nodded, taking a deep breath. She smiled a little smile 
and went on, "Linda is… so…"

"…overwhelming," Nikki helped Jeannie once again.

They both laughed, looking at each other. Nikki put her other hand on 
Jeannie's hand, feeling deeply connected with her youngest sister. Nikki 
could see that Jeannie understood her because she felt the same about 
Linda. And that was amazing, so unreal and unbelievable… But who 
wouldn't fall in love with Linda? Who?

"And Zoe? I think she's still mad at us."

Jeannie licked her dry lips, removing her hand from Nikki's and 
encircling her legs. "You know how Zoe is. I'm working on her, though."

"You think she's gonna tell?"

Jeannie shrugged, rising to her feet. "I think we should go. I think 
Linda's calling us." Nikki stood up and followed Jeannie silently, her 
hands sweeping the sand away and adjusting her bikini bottom. She chose 
to forget that depressing subject altogether. It was a downer, 
definitely, and the last thing she wanted was to feel sad. She was 
young, damn it, and she wanted to have FUN!

* * *

Three crazy days went by. Linda was drinking too much too fast and to 
such an extent that Jeannie wondered whether they would get arrested for 
breach of public order and carrying fake ID's. On top of everything 
else, Linda was flirting with Mr. Cool totally uninhibitedly, as she 
never did before. What was she trying to prove? That she was not a 
lesbian?

On Friday night Linda told Jeannie she was sick of the resort and was 
thinking about leaving the beach house and going back home. Linda missed 
Rick and wanted to be with him. The next morning, despite the sunny and 
pleasant weather, the girls returned to L.A.. Jeannie felt some relief, 
as if Linda's decision was the first step for a healthier attitude 
toward life. However, Jeannie's optimism was soon put to the test. She 
sensed something was wrong with Big Sis. The slightest provocation was 
enough for Linda to lash out in a fury. Her remarks became blunter, and 
often downright cruel. Linda would apologize, but often too late to 
prevent retaliation from Nikki or Zoe.

All this tension had almost reached breaking point when Linda stayed out 
all night, returning home completely drunk. Dad grounded her for a 
fortnight and forbade her to see Rick ever again. As always Rick took 
the blame for Linda's rebelliousness, Jeannie thought, sighing.

Zoe gloated over this state of affairs, Jeannie recalled, as if Linda's 
house arrest made them even. Jeannie thought her twin's reaction mean 
and insensitive and as a result they didn't speak to each other for 
days. Zoe spent most of her free time with Joey Hernandez, a guy in her 
class she was seeing quite regularly. In turn, Jeannie would go out with 
Janey Manson (not related to Chad Manson) and Brittany McGuire, two 
girls she had met at the tryouts for the cheerleader squad. In spite of 
Brittany's failure to make the squad, the three of them became good 
friends. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Brittany to find out her 
new love - to draw funnies for the school's newsletter.

Zoe tried one day to bury the hatchet. Jeannie was getting ready for bed 
when she heard Zoe enter the bedroom they shared. Their bedroom in L.A. 
resembled their sleeping quarters at the beach house, except it was 
roomier and more sober-looking. Instead of the posters and pennants, 
there were "boring" oil that Mom had chosen for them. As at the beach 
house, their bedroom had its private bathroom with its door opening into 
a small hallway, which in turn connected their bedroom to the main hall 
upstairs. Because of this layout, Jeannie hadn't seen Zoe breeze into 
the bathroom; though she could hear someone brushing their teeth, and 
the water running in the washbowl.

When the noises stopped, Jeannie pulled up the covers and shut her eyes. 
She heard light footsteps approaching and heading for her sister's side 
of the room. Then she heard the rustling of someone getting undressed. 
At this point, there was a long pause. Jeannie waited for the familiar 
sound of Zoe slipping into her pajamas but no such thing happened - only 
silence. She waited a while longer until her curiosity got the better of 
her. Jeannie opened her eyes and turned to see her sister sitting on the 
edge of her bed, her head low, and her long tresses hiding most of her 
naked body. Zoe was scratching her knee when she looked up and met 
Jeannie's stare.

"What's up?"

Zoe shrugged, twisting her mouth slightly. She looked away for a moment 
and then faced her twin again, her teeth gnawing at her lips. There was 
a deep sigh and another pause. When Jeannie was about to speak, Zoe 
said, "You're right… about Linda… I had no right to say what I said."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yeah… I do. I just… want us to make up. I can't stand this any more. It 
seems that everybody went crazy in this house."

"That's true," Jeannie agreed, making it her turn to look away, sighing, 
her eyes staring blankly at the window. She scratched her head and her 
hand swept a thin strand of hair over her ear.

"You still think about… don't you?"

Jeannie blinked as if she hadn't understood what her sister meant. She 
was about to deny it when her head nodded. "I can't help it… I really 
can't help it." And as unexpectedly as a thief in the night, tears 
welled up in her eyes. She began to sob out loud, feeling a longing 
inside her she couldn't quite understand. Her heart ached and her body 
shook as if from cold.

Jeannie sniffled, her breathing slightly heavier than normal. As she 
wiped her eyes dry, Zoe settled down next to her.

"How'd you know?"

"I see how you look at Linda. You should be more careful… Other people 
might guess it, too."

Utter fear hit Jeannie in the face, gasping for breath. "What do you 
mean? I'm not that obvious… I mean… If you hadn't brought it up I 
wouldn't-"

"Next time just pay attention to how Nikki stares at Linda when no one 
is looking. You do the same, Jeannie… I think sometimes Nikki and you 
don't even notice it… but I do. It's seems as though everybody is in 
love with her in this goddam house."

"Stop blaming her, Zoe… Nothing happened against our will."

"But she should know better. She's older than you two. She should act 
her age. She's always tried to be in control, as if she was our mother. 
But she isn't, Jeannie. She isn't."

"I know that," Jeannie replied, letting her irritation show. "I'm sorry… 
I'm really tired and I wanna get some sleep."

"OK," Zoe said, retreating to her own bed. "Just think about it."

As night darkened their room, Jeannie's pupils widened, her eyes 
adapting to the weakening light outside. She couldn't sleep. Her 
sister's words were hammering away in her head. She kept asking herself 
whether Zoe could be right. Was her fascination for Linda that obvious? 
No, that couldn't be true. Mom and Dad would've noticed otherwise… Or 
maybe not. Mom and Dad appeared to live in another world, dealing with 
them on a different wavelength.

Jeannie began entering into a dream world that drew her away into 
strange landscapes bathed in moonlight and soft voices. A female hand 
touched her and she trembled. There were screams followed by a long 
pause. A baby cried and then laughed… After that, only silence…







NEXT: CHAPTER FIVE:  SURRENDER

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