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Jan V. - SISTERS - 2/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)

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

CHAPTER TWO:  Kiss and tell

Linda closed her eyes, pulling her hair back once more, getting annoyed 
with her constant struggle for keeping her tresses away from her eyes 
and mouth. She had already thought about cutting them shorter, 
shoulder-length. But Mom and her sisters - especially Nikki - insisted 
she shouldn't. They all said she had such beautiful hair, long, shiny, 
full of golden curls, the envy of her female classmates, and one reason 
why she was so damned popular with the guys... But at that moment 
Linda's hair was just a nuisance to her. The weather outside was too 
hot, and so was the temperature inside. Sweat trickled down her forehead 
and the rest of her body. Linda brought her hand to the nape of her 
neck, feeling the dampness. She lifted her hair and then let it fall, 
heaving a deep sigh.

She sprang out of bed, heading for the small wooden balcony leading off 
from her room, the room she and her sister Nikki shared. A mild breeze 
met her face when she slid the door open. She breathed in deeply, as if 
to mask another sigh. She looked down, watching the passersby on the 
street below and the people strolling in the small park opposite. It was 
dark - about 10:30, Linda guessed. Although the park and the street had 
their fair share of lamps, the light was not enough for her to recognize 
faces. She could hear them laugh, though. They were having fun… and that 
made her sad.

Linda was alone in the opulent, oversized, white-washed beach house, 
feeling her loneliness acutely. Her sisters had gone with Mr. Cool's 
gang to Sweeney's, the groovy dance club bursting with rhythm, and 
pretty faces and scantily-clad luscious bodies. She loved to dance, to 
feel the beat filling her senses, her muscles, her brain, with energy. 
She loved the way the guys looked at her on the dance floor, pointing at 
her, probably making non-pc remarks such as "what a nice piece of ass" 
she was…

Guys were predictable, Linda thought, too damned predictable… Well, most 
of them. Girls, on the other hand, were able to surprise her sometimes. 
They could be as sweet and gentle as her sisters Nikki and Jeannie, 
saying how great she looked, or bitches straight from hell, threatening 
her that one day they would get her and cut her "shitty" face up. They 
said she acted as if she owned S.F. High…

Linda looked up to the sky, sadness flooding her heart. 'Why are people 
so mean?' she cried out to herself. She tried not to cry but soon tears 
ran down her cheeks. She sniffled, wiping her face dry with her fingers 
and the back of her hand. If Mom saw her do that, she would surely get a 
chew-out. A proper lady should always use a handkerchief, Mom would 
gripe. Mom and Dad weren't home, though. They were on a cruise on the 
yacht belonging to Jonathan and Molly Bell, their closest friends. Mom 
and Dad spent more time with the Bells than with their own daughters, or 
so it seemed to Linda. Linda swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat. 
She sniffled again.

Linda thought about calling Rick and having him come over. Rick would be 
the perfect distraction to drive away those sick thoughts about Nikki. 
Inviting Rick, though, conflicted with Mom's Rule Number One - no 
boyfriends allowed in the beach house. Unwittingly that strict rule had 
strengthened the bond Linda had with her sisters. The four of them were 
stuck with each other and having fun together had come naturally. There 
would be ups and downs among them but the bottom line was definitely 
positive.

What Linda loved most about Nikki was that she could discuss EVERYTHING 
with her sister. There were no secrets between them. All fears, 
anxieties, loves, guys, sex, were discussed without holding back. She 
trusted Nikki with her life. She loved to talk to her. She loved the way 
her sister listened, with her attentive blue-gray eyes wide open as if 
Nikki breathed in every word she said. In addition, Nikki was a warm 
person, never shying away from physical contact. Hugging and kissing and 
cuddling up together had become so natural between Linda and Nikki that 
none of them thought twice about it. This closeness contrasted markedly 
with the way Linda related to most if not all her female friends. Come 
to think of it, they rarely touched each other and if they did it felt 
so fake and "forced". There was always this fear hanging in the air of 
someone calling them "lesbians". 'Damn it!' Linda cursed mentally. It 
just wasn't fair.

Linda looked out once again at the skyline and the lights of a beach 
resort full of rich people and rich kids with too much money. She 
wondered if Nikki and the twins were enjoying themselves at Sweeney's. 
She was almost tempted to join them, but the prospect of facing the 
bouncers alone didn't appeal to her. 'Too late now, Linda,' she rebuked 
herself, regretting now her decision to stay at home.

Running away from the source of her inner turmoil wasn't helping much. 
She thought constantly about Nikki, and the more she did so, the more 
guilty she felt. She had urges to cry, her chest drawing in air 
unevenly. She exhaled, sighing, and returned to her room. She opened a 
book, tried to read but couldn't even finish the first page. She was 
restless and afraid… Afraid of what? Of Nikki? Her sweet sister Nikki? 
Nikki wouldn't hurt her… Then what? Her feelings for Nikki? Was she 
falling in love with Nikki? Or was it just sex? Linda shook her head, 
turning off the bedside lamp, leaving her room submerged in almost 
complete darkness.

Linda lay on her bed almost in a trance, hearing distant noises and 
voices outside. She shut her eyes, feeling her heart hammering inside 
her chest, her body covered with sweat. Suddenly she sat up on the bed. 
She heard a creaking sound coming from downstairs. Burglars? It was too 
early for her sisters to be back from Sweeney's. They wouldn't go to the 
trouble of getting past the bouncers with their fake IDs just for a 
couple of hours' of fun.

Linda wavered between going downstairs or calling the cops. Before she 
could make up her mind, hurried steps echoed in the hall, the door swung 
open and Nikki walked into the room.

Linda's heart still thumped. She wanted to complain about her sister 
scaring her, not yelling to say she was home, and then just charging 
into the room unannounced. But her anxiety was deeper than the fear of a 
burglar. Her double anxiety left her silent, unable to speak.

"Hi!" she heard Nikki say. It was a curt greeting but Linda didn't find 
it surprising. Their last interaction had been far from being friendly.

Summoning up all her strength, Linda whispered, "You're early." Her 
voice sounded hoarse and tentative. She cleared her throat.

"Is that a complaint?"

"No, you just scared me… I didn't expect you so early."

"I was worried about you. I tried to "blend in" at Sweeney's but I knew 
you were not OK. I just couldn't stay there and enjoy myself… Mr. Cool 
got pissed off when I left, but I don't care." 

Nikki closed in, turning on the bedside lamp and sitting on the edge of 
the bed. She looked at Linda, noticing that her sister's green eyes 
still looked dejected. "Are you feeling better now?"

Linda shrugged, looking away.

"Is there something on your mind?" Nikki pressed on.

Linda shook her head, still looking down at the covers of her bed.

"Why don't you talk to me, Linda? Why are in such a mood? I don't 
recognize you any more. I haven't seen you this sad in ages… You're 
always so cheerful and happy and… alive. But now it seems something is 
troubling you and you don't tell me. I find you crying. When I want to 
discuss it, you just bang the door in my face."

"I'm sorry, Nikki. It's just-" Linda's eyes met Nikki's for a short 
moment but Linda couldn't stand her sister's probing look any longer. 
She averted her gaze once more. "It's just- It's so hard..."

"What? What's hard?"

Linda let herself stretch out on the bed, covering her face with her 
hands. She sighed again and looked at her sister's worried, pretty face. 
Nikki looked so beautiful with makeup on, and the pair of earrings she 
had "borrowed" from Mom. She wore a long black close-fitting dress, also 
Mom's. Eventually Linda's eyes fell on Nikki's cleavage, tracing the 
contours of her sister's breasts and guessing where the nipples pressed 
against her bra. An immediate response ripped through Linda's lower 
belly and her own nipples, leaving her utterly confused and ashamed. She 
felt the burning in her cheeks, glad that she, after all, wore her hair 
long, the perfect curtain to fend off prying eyes.

"What's hard, Linda?" Nikki insisted, lying down beside her sister. 

Linda's mouth opened and shut without a sound. Linda stared at the 
ceiling, or a point in space beyond it, her mind miles away. Nikki kept 
watching Big Sis, her elbow propping up her upper body. Over time that 
position became uncomfortable, forcing Nikki to rest her head on Linda's 
bed, releasing her sore elbow from the weight of her body. Neither of 
them spoke, their breathing the only sound in the room. Suddenly, 
Linda's green eyes left the ceiling and faced her younger sister. Linda 
made an attempt to smile but the muscles of her face rebelled. Then, out 
of the blue, she said, "You're so beautiful."

Nikki shook for a moment, taking in the intensity of Linda's stare. It 
felt odd and it was frightening… but at the same time fascinating. There 
was this strange glitter to Linda's eyes that made Nikki shudder. She 
felt Linda's fingers touching her cheeks while brushing her hair away 
from her face. Because the contact tickled, Nikki pulled away, giggling.

"No, I'm not… You're the pretty one."

"No, just look at yourself and see how gorgeous you are. You can get any 
guy you want."

Nikki looked at her sister, wondering what was behind all this 
sucking-up. A few years ago compliments coming from Linda were always a 
prelude to trouble. Kind words often laid the groundwork for wheedling 
favors, such as covering up for Big Sis every time she wanted to sneak 
out of the house at night and meet a guy. They fought and accused each 
other of being selfish and irresponsible. But in the end Big Sis always 
won and got her way. Linda knew how to handle her younger sister and, in 
particular, her younger sister's guilt. Over the years Linda had grown 
wiser and less enthusiastic about her night-time escapades. She was 
older and so allowed to stay out till later. The thrill of the forbidden 
fruit fizzled out, and so had Linda's willingness to risk grounding for 
something she now wrote off as immature behavior. Linda's early 
recklessness had given way to responsibility and poise. Instead of 
losing her popularity, the guys swarmed around her like flies flying 
around a honey pot. They had finally found someone they could depend on, 
and even be friends with.

"You taught me that, Lin," Nikki said, breaking the silence and getting 
closer to Linda. "You showed me how."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did. I saw how you handled the guys and how popular you were… 
and are. I wanted the same, you know, so I tried to copy you… Remember 
when you used to call me "copycat"? I hated you for it but you were 
right… I was a copycat."

"No, you weren't. I-"

"Yes, I was. I'd always looked at you and paid attention to everything 
you said and did." Nikki paused for a moment, swallowing. "You'd shout 
at me, saying that I should stop following you and get a life. Don't you 
remember that?"

"Yes, but-" Linda cut herself off, seeing the hidden pain behind the 
blue-gray of her sister's eyes. "Oh Nikki, I am sorry. I really am. I 
didn't mean to shout at you. I was young and didn't know better… 
although I still think you should get a life."

Nikki looked closely at her sister and soon saw a shadow of a smile on 
Linda's mouth. Nikki gave a chuckle, aware that her sister's jab was a 
joke, Linda's way of saving them both from any further aggravation 
caused by past grievances.

For a long moment they stared at each other, Nikki shuddering again by 
the intense, almost mysterious pull of Linda's eyes. Linda's hands kept 
stroking her hair, uncovering her face and her right ear. Linda didn't 
tickle her any more. Nikki's face had grown used to Linda's touch, 
becoming warmer and less tense. All of a sudden Nikki felt Linda's arms 
sliding around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies touched. 
Before long Big Sis began to kiss her cheek. Nikki trembled and her face 
burned as if on fire. She had been kissed before by Big Sis but these 
kisses felt different, very, very different… She couldn't understand why 
her heart beat so fast, why her breathing sounded so uneven…

Nikki opened her mouth, breathing in more deeply, feeling the corner of 
Linda's lips against hers. Without quite understanding the meaning of it 
all, Nikki was kissed by Linda, lips on lips, each tongue exploring the 
other. She let Linda kiss her, too overwhelmed to refuse, too confused 
to respond. As unexpectedly as it all started, Linda broke their kiss, 
turning her back on Nikki and sitting up on the edge of her bed, 
shaking.

"I'm sorry, Nikki… I don't know what's gotten into me."

Nikki sat up as well. She liked Linda's kiss, the overwhelming intensity 
of it. Linda had never been this tender to her. They'd never been this 
close. She enjoyed that closeness. Whenever she was with Linda, she felt 
safe, loved, taken care of. Confused ideas rushed through Nikki's mind, 
not knowing what to do next. Little by little, it became clear that she 
wanted Linda to kiss her again, to feel Linda's mouth and hands 
"killing" her with soft caresses. But Linda seemed so upset about their 
kiss.

She reached for Linda and hugged her, feeling the softness of her 
sister's tummy and waist. She felt her nipples grow stiff against 
Linda's back. She was getting excited. It felt wonderful to be able to 
touch and smell Linda's hair - silkiness mixed with a sweet fragrance, 
so typical of Linda.

"Linda?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to go on."

Linda turned to face her, ending the embrace. "What do you mean?"

"About kissing me. I liked it."

"I thought you hated it. I thought you hated me..."

Nikki shook her head. Taking the initiative, she threw her arms around 
Linda's neck and kissed her hard, with passion, pulling her sister down 
with her. They kissed so that tongues searched for each other. Nikki 
loved it. She'd never been kissed like that before - so passionately, so 
desperately. She couldn't understand why Linda had started it, but that 
didn't matter any more. Linda held her tight, so tight she was afraid 
she was going to suffocate. And it made her happy, so damned happy. Her 
beautiful big sis, the object of lust of so many, was kissing her, 
making love to her as if tomorrow was the end of the world.

Linda slid down and kissed her neck, moving back to her ear, nibbling at 
it, sending shudders of pleasure up her spine. Then her sister's mouth 
went for the cleavage of her dress. Her back arched up, trying to 
increase the contact between Linda's mouth and her breasts. Her legs 
pressed together against Linda's thigh. Only then Nikki realized how wet 
she had become, her sex pulsating, her womb becoming alive.

Suddenly Linda stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Nikki asked, afraid that her sister was having 
second thoughts.

"I thought you didn't want it any more."

"NO! Please, DON'T stop." To prove her point, she passionately kissed 
Linda's lips, so tasty, so delicious. They were soft, so wonderfully 
soft, with none of a guy's roughness. "Please, go on. Please."

Linda was astounded by Nikki's pleading, still battling with her 
conscience. She was older than her sister, and it was up to her whether 
to stop what she had started. Linda looked at her sister's eyes, so 
eager, twinkling with desire and lust for her. It felt unreal, almost 
like a dream…

"Please, Linda… PLEASE… Please, don't stop."

Linda shook, Nikki's pleading engraving itself in her mind, like a hot 
iron leaving its mark on naked skin. Linda returned to Nikki's embrace 
and they kissed once more. Linda's hands found their way to the zipper 
of Nikki's dress. Desire was taking over.

"May I?" she asked, still wavering between zipping open Nikki's dress or 
stopping everything right there.

"Don't ask me anything. Just do what you want... If you wanna fuck me, 
just FUCK me."

Linda was shocked, not so much by the use of the four-letter word - 
something absolutely forbidden at home - as by her sister's willingness 
and desire.

Nikki's shapely legs kept brushing on Linda's thigh. On an irresistible 
impulse, her hand landed between Nikki's legs. Nikki moaned into Linda's 
mouth, producing the most erotic shudder in Linda's body. The shudder 
converged on her sex, Linda becoming deeply aware of her arousal, the 
slow buildup of her love secretions. Linda wondered how could this be. 
They had known each other all their lives. Why now? Why this?

Linda's hands slowly but steadily relieved Nikki's body of the "stolen" 
dress. Nikki's inviting, round full breasts, caught her eyes - those 
globes of female flesh, the cause of her downfall. It was the contact of 
her own breasts with Nikki's that had triggered this mad, crazy desire… 
Unable to hold back, her hands touched her sister's breasts, feeling 
their inebriating softness through the lacy fabric of Nikki's bra.

Nikki moaned softly, her eyes closed, feeling Linda's mouth on her 
breasts, kissing them, Big Sis's hands reaching to open her bra. They 
used the same brand so opening it was no problem.

"Hurry," Nikki complained. "Kiss them, lick them... Please..."

Linda looked down at Nikki, her tongue feeling how dry her lips were. 
She did as she was told, returning to the roundness and softness of 
Nikki's breasts, kissing them, licking them, playing with them. Linda 
couldn't get enough of it. It was paradise.

"Nice... That's feels nice, Lin. Go on, please. Kiss me hard, kiss me 
tender. Just drive me crazy, CRAZY."

Linda smiled a little, going for Nikki's trim tummy, kissing her navel.

"Lin..." Nikki whimpered, wriggling her torso. "Don't tease me. Let's 
get undressed."

Linda stared at Nikki, finding it hard to believe what her sister was 
saying. It was as casual as though they'd been lovers for years. Nikki's 
boldness and matter-of-fact tone of voice didn't betray the unusualness 
of their lovemaking. Nikki's blue-gray eyes still twinkled, displaying 
their lust, Nikki's desire for her.

Linda closed her eyes, her qualms surfacing again. Nikki took the lead 
though, not giving her time to think. Nikki made her roll over. Sitting 
up on the bed, she pulled Linda's T-shirt up, and tried to remove her 
sister's shorts.

"Help me out, Lin," she protested, giggling and falling on top of Linda. 
Nikki kissed her, her mouth hungry for those pouting, sensual lips. 
Linda, so beautiful, and was hers. HERS. This thought excited her, for 
her beautiful big sis wanted her, yearned for her, as if she was a guy… 
No, not a guy… 'I'm definitely a girl,' Nikki thought, 'and that's the 
confusing part.' Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Nikki peeled off 
her dress and, without losing a second, returned to Linda, embracing 
her, kissing her lips, and pressing her sex against her sister's through 
the fabric of their panties. Nikki could feel the warmth and the 
dampness down there, sensing Linda's undeniable excitement, so similar 
to her own.

Fascinated by Linda's breasts, she started teasing them, playing with 
them, her eyes observing her sister's nipples growing stiff against her 
bra. Big Sis's boobs were slightly bigger than hers, Nikki realized, 
another reason why she used to envy her so much. But now, those mounds 
of soft, sensual flesh were hers to enjoy, to feel, caress, kiss, 
suck... She swallowed, opening her legs and straddling Linda's thigh, 
enjoying the pressure on her vagina. She began to kiss Linda's breasts, 
licking the white lace of her bra, getting high on Sis's fragrance and 
softness. She went for the cleavage, trying to nuzzle her bra down. 
Linda wasn't patient, though. Her sister snapped it open and hurled it 
to the floor. They laughed as Linda's bra landed where Nikki's lay.

"Even our own bras are so hot they want to have sex with each other," 
Nikki quipped.

"Yes," Linda whispered with a troubled, husky voice. "Come, come to me. 
Don't make me wait."

 Nikki moved in closer, kissing her sister, sucking her saliva, kneading 
those full breasts of hers. She scrambled toward those waiting pink 
nipples, and she licked and sucked them, like a baby, like a lover, 
until Linda moaned. Nikki kept moving Linda's breasts up and down, 
enthralled by their softness. Linda's hands touched her hair, tenderly, 
while she rubbed herself on her sister's thigh. 'This is getting too 
much,' Nikki thought. 'This can't be real.'

Big Sis moaned again, convincing her of this reality.

They kissed some more. 'I'm falling in love with her,' Nikki thought. 
Maybe she had been in love with Linda all her life and hadn't realized 
it. That feeling of belonging made her bite Linda's lips. Linda was 
taken by surprise but Nikki knew she liked it. She moved her hand down 
Linda's slender body and touched her between her legs, feeling how moist 
her sister was. She pushed Linda's shorts further down and slipped her 
hand under her panties. Linda heaved a deep sigh, trying to press her 
thighs together, which was prevented by Nikki's leg in between.

Linda searched Nikki's beautiful eyes through her sister's disheveled 
hair and made Nikki kiss her once more. They kissed while her sister's 
hands frolicked inside her sex.

"Ooohhh... that's nice, Nikki."

"I know," she said, smiling. "I know, Sis. And let's get rid of your 
shorts. And our panties too."

Nikki pulled her up until they got to their feet. They looked at one 
another's flushed faces for a moment. Then they laughed and hugged each 
other.

"Come on, Sis. Help me out with these tight shorts of yours."

"Sure, ma'am."

When Linda's shorts fell to the floor, they kissed again, Nikki's hands 
working on her sister's bottom, pulling her closer. Linda's tongue found 
its way to Nikki's neck and up to her sister's ear, making her tremble 
and go weak.

"Sisss," Nikki hissed, "you drive me crazy. No guy's managed to do that, 
ever." Her hands were busy slipping under Linda's panties. Her fingers 
touched her sister's mound, feeling their way, penetrating Linda's sex. 
"You're wet, Sis," Nikki whispered, unable to contain her exhilaration. 
"You're wet for me."

"Yes!" 

That's all Linda could say.

After shedding the rest of their clothes, they returned to the bed, 
Nikki still calling all the shots. Linda preferred it that way, for 
Nikki was younger and thus the most vulnerable to… what?… abuse? Linda 
shook her head, driving away that depressing, scary reasoning. She 
directed her thoughts to her sister and how good Nikki made her feel. 
Nikki's naked young body against hers was such an incredibly erotic 
experience. 'The forbidden fruit,' she thought. 'It must be.'

Nikki kept kissing Linda, slowly. Her sister's lips didn't seem to tire 
of hers. They went on kissing for an eternity, enjoying the contact, 
mouth against mouth, tongues playing inside, smothering their soft 
moaning.

Nikki's eagerness for kisses was unlike anything Linda had ever 
experienced before. Her dates kissed her all right. But the guys soon 
got so worked up that their willingness to go slow and wait for the 
right signs evaporated, and that ruined everything. Nikki, however, took 
her time, her svelte thigh brushing against Linda's sex, Nikki's hand 
playing with Linda's engorged breasts, her mouth exploring Linda's 
nipples, sucking them, leaving a trace of saliva behind and returning to 
her mouth again. From time to time, Nikki's hand slid down to Linda's 
vulva, her slim fingers going slightly in and out, making sure she 
wouldn't hurt her, unlike some of Linda's boyfriends, who tried to 
finger-fuck her without caring if she was ready or not for full 
penetration. She was ready now.

"Sis, fuck me," Linda whispered, driving her sister close. "Please." 

`Nikki's answer was a full-blown kiss on her half-open mouth. Nikki 
smiled for a second but soon enough she got back her earnest look. Linda 
loved her sister's intentness. Apparently Nikki took her pleasure very 
seriously, Linda thought. And while kissing her, Nikki's fingers prowled 
over her body and stopped at her breasts, pressing them together, making 
her moan with pleasure. Instinctively, Linda opened her legs for Nikki. 
Her sister's fingers touched her small patch of blond pubic hair and 
went for the wet folds below.

"Do it! Don't tease me!"

Nikki licked her own lips, smiling at her sister once again, watching 
her close her eyes. Nikki's fingers explored Linda's vulva, feeling the 
waves of pleasure they were creating in that beautiful young girl's 
body. The realization that she was making love with her own sister 
excited her. Aroused by this stimulus, she was accelerating her 
attentions toward Linda's sex, soaking her fingers with Linda's 
secretions, and joyfully filling her nostrils with the musky scent of 
female desire. Her fingers began to penetrate Linda, harder and ever 
harder.

"Yes, Nikki... That's it... Go on... Ooohhh... Uuuhhhhmmmm..."

Nikki silenced her, putting her breast in front of Linda's mouth. She 
correctly guessed at her sister desires. Nikki knew Linda well when Big 
Sis wanted something. When Linda started to suck her nipple, a jolt of 
pleasure shot through her, making her masturbate against Linda's hip 
bone.

"Yes, Nikki, go on," Linda begged. "DON'T stop." Her fingers moved 
closer to Linda's clitoris, rubbing against it. "Oohh," her sister 
sighed, "it's so GOOD, so damned fucking good. Say you're fucking me."

"I'm fucking you," Nikki answered, without relenting on her action, her 
hand completely drenched by her sister's secretions.

"Yes, you fucking me… and fucking me good... fucking my brains out."

If Nikki wasn't so horny herself she would have found it hilarious. She 
was almost coming: Big Sis's moans, her mouth on her nipples were 
wonderful. Linda's lower belly started to buck like a wild animal, 
urging Nikki's fingers further in. Linda started to come, the walls of 
her vagina pulsating around Nikki's wet fingers. She kept titillating 
Linda's clitoris to prolong her sister's pleasure until Linda collapsed, 
exhausted.

After a few minutes, Linda was anxious to reciprocate the satisfaction. 
Nikki did as she was told, opening her legs and brushing her sex on 
Linda's thigh. 

"Go on!" said Linda, putting her hands on Nikki's bottom to increase the 
grinding against her own slippery thigh. Nikki's secretions were all 
over her, and that excited her beyond words. While Nikki slid back and 
forth, her breasts swayed and brushed against Linda's globes of flesh, 
hard nipples against hard nipples, soft skin against soft skin.

Nikki convulsed with her orgasm, closing her eyelids and exhaling 
deeply. A few seconds later, Linda had her second.

They lay there, holding each other close, Nikki kissing Linda tenderly. 
Linda kept her eyes shut, shuddering from time to time, enjoying the 
intensity of it, all the pleasure Nikki had given her. She was 
speechless, amazed by her own excitement and response to Nikki's 
sensuality.

"Am I dreaming, Nikki?" she asked, opening her eyes.

"Nope," Nikki answered, shaking her head, a smile appearing on her 
flushed face.

"It feels like it." Then Linda screamed, "Ouch! That hurt!"

Nikki's smile widened into a full-fledged grin. "Yes, it hurt, Sis… but 
now you know you ain't dreaming… Right?"

Linda laughed, wrapping her sister's waist in her arms, kissing her, 
feeling Nikki's long hair on her face, her heart beating faster, her 
sense of smell and touch sharpened by the scent of sex in the air, and 
the warm, soft feel of Nikki's naked body against hers.

"I love you."

"I love you," Nikki replied.

"Don't say that, because I may believe you."

"You should… because it is the truth."

Linda smiled and kissed Nikki once again, still feeling Nikki's warmth. 
The juices of pleasure ran between their legs. Their bodies shivered 
from time to time. Neither of them wanted that moment to end. But it 
would end, sooner or later, Linda thought. Sisters being lovers?… That 
was unheard-of.

Linda's sadness crept back, her exhilaration again slowly overcome by 
guilt. She swallowed, her arms pressing her sister closer, fighting that 
growing fear of losing Nikki. Her sister said she loved her. Just words… 
that meant nothing… or did they?

Linda looked at her sister and smiled. Nikki had fallen asleep, in her 
arms. After all, Nikki's sluggish nature was a blessing. After all, she 
loved her sister for it, because Nikki's sloth had been the immediate 
cause for their lovemaking. Linda shut her eyes, trying to sleep as 
well, vowing she would no longer tease her sister for her laziness… No, 
not ever…





NEXT: CHAPTER THREE:  Danger

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