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Jan V. - SISTERS - 3/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)

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


CHAPTER THREE:  Danger

Linda slowly opened her sleepy eyes and began listening attentively to 
the sounds of the night. She heard a rustling sound in the hall, perhaps 
the sound that had woken her. All at once she sat up and gently but 
firmly made Nikki roll off her.

"What?" Nikki asked, snapping out of her lethargy and becoming scared.

Linda made a motion for her to keep quiet. Because of their mad, crazy 
lust for each other, they had forgotten to close the door of their room. 
Linda wrapped herself in her robe, noticing they had fallen asleep with 
the bedside lamp on. Step by step Linda headed for the hall, her pulse 
accelerating. She didn't know exactly what to expect. Burglars? The 
twins? Hopefully, just a mouse or the wind…

The hall was too dark to see whether someone was lurking in the shadows, 
waiting for "his" chance to pounce on her. After a few moments of 
hesitation, she switched on the hall light. No one was in the hall - not 
even the cat… Smiling to herself and heaving a sigh of relief, she 
concluded, 'This ain't a thriller, by the way.' Proceeding to the twins' 
room, she kept repeating those words as if they had the power to guard 
her against whatever evil might be hidden in the darkness. She swung the 
door open. As far as she could see, there was no one in the twins' room 
either.

'Maybe I dreamt the whole thing,' she thought. When she was about to 
give up her search, the same rustling sound came from Mom's and Dad's 
room. This time she was sure of it. The door was half open. Someone was 
definitely there.

"Who's there?" she called out, her entire body now tense. "Who's there?" 
she repeated louder. She didn't dare to go in, fearing the worst. She 
retreated hurriedly to her room to fetch her softball bat.

"What's happening, Linda?" Nikki asked.

Linda saw fear in her sister's eyes, the very same eyes which had looked 
so hungry for her love just a few moments ago. Nikki's feminine body, 
which had given her so much pleasure, now looked so frail. No one was 
going to take that away from her, Linda decided, enjoying that sudden 
surge of fearlessness. "Just stay put. I don't think it's anything 
serious... I'll take the bat just in case..." Linda lied. She didn't 
want to scare her sister any more than she was scared already.

With the bat she prodded open the door of her parents' room. She stood 
still for a while, listening, searching for any clue betraying the 
presence of an intruder. Holding her breath, she reached for the switch 
and turned on the lights.

"What the hell..." she began. Behind her parents' king-size bed, Zoe and 
Jeannie were huddled together, making a futile attempt to hide. Linda 
couldn't believe her eyes. She realized the twins must have heard and 
seen everything. And now what?!

Linda ordered Zoe and Jeannie out, taking them into her own room. As 
they filed in, Linda felt a pang of shame. Nikki's and her own scent was 
all over the place and it was obvious that Nikki was naked under the 
sheets of a bed that wasn't hers.

There was no denying it. The twins knew about what had happened. The 
question now was how to deal with it. Linda was perfectly aware that if 
she didn't handle it right, Nikki and herself would be fingered by the 
twins, not only to Mom and Dad but also to all of their friends.

They all sat there without speaking - Linda next to Nikki, the twins on 
the two wicker chairs. Jeannie kept her head down, staring at the floor, 
looking frightened and ashamed. Zoe did look up, but soon evaded Linda's 
eyes. Minutes of silence passed until Zoe spoke, looking at the bat now 
leaning against the wall, beside the wardrobe.

"I hope you weren't going to hit us with it."

"Of course not," said Linda, showing her anger. "If you hadn't snuck in, 
nothing like this would've happened."

"We didn't sneak in. We were just going to our room when... We were just 
surprised. We didn't expect-"

Zoe interrupted herself before it was too late. She was saying too much 
- lying, actually. When Zoe and Jeannie came back home, they looked at 
each other with surprise in their eyes as they heard strange sounds. 
They stopped at the bottom of the stairs. They listened carefully and 
had great difficulty in believing what they heard. Long, soft moans came 
from upstairs, as if a couple were making out in their older sisters' 
room. Nervously they giggled at each other. They both were embarrassed, 
coming to the conclusion that Linda's headache had been no more than an 
excuse. They thought Linda had planned everything to be alone with Rick, 
and to have sex with him.

Wanting to spy on their oldest sister making love with her boyfriend, 
Zoe and Jeannie climbed the stairs with the utmost care, silently. As 
they reached the hall they hesitated, doing their best not to giggle 
every time they heard Linda moan.

Their older sisters' bedroom door was wide open, bathing the dark 
hallway with a beam of weak light. Zoe and her twin leaned against the 
wall, just two strides away from their sisters' bedroom doorway. They 
listened. Two female voices were speaking too softly for them to 
understand a word of what they were saying. It seemed as though Nikki 
was inside as well, Zoe realized; and that made sense, for Nikki had 
come back home earlier…

A distant feeling that something odd was happening occurred to Zoe. This 
possibility was quickly dismissed by Jeannie's whispered suggestion that 
Linda and Nikki were both sharing Rick. Covering their mouths with their 
hands, Zoe and Jeannie stifled their laughter. Their curiosity piqued, 
they peeped around the doorframe of their sisters' room, remaining 
hidden by the corner of the private bathroom wall. Stupefaction struck 
them. Their eyes opened wide. Nikki was making love to Linda - without 
Rick! - That was… breathtaking,  the last thing they had expected. 

A terrible sense of shame washed over Zoe as she recalled when she first 
saw Linda and Nikki making love, so passionately, as if they were a 
couple of… lesbians? She was ashamed because her own body reacted to 
Linda's moaning, Big Sis begging Nikki to penetrate her with her 
fingers. Her sisters' good looks, their flowing blond hair, reminded Zoe 
of the lesbian pictures she had seen in Dad's girlie magazines. She had 
even once masturbated while ogling one of them. At the beginning, 
looking at those pictures had been all too exciting. But as soon as the 
pleasure ebbed away, she became disgusted at herself. She was no 
lesbian, and she had no intention of letting Mom or her sisters catch 
her with such a magazine.

"So, what'd you expect?" charged Linda, tired of waiting for Zoe to 
explain her peeping. "You were spying on us, weren't you? From the 
beginning. Why didn't you say anything? Because you liked what you saw, 
huh?"

And again Linda could guess what Zoe was thinking. Linda was the 
unquestioned leader of the household, sharp as a needle, very demanding, 
and always on the move. Sometimes even Mom and Dad bowed down to Linda's 
arguments. Mercy if she was mad at someone.

Jeannie began to cry, surprising everyone. Zoe moved closer to her twin 
sister, holding her, confused by her twin's sudden tearful fit. She 
tried to calm her down but Jeannie wouldn't stop. Linda drew near to 
Jeannie and gave her a hug, hushing her, evoking in Zoe a sense of déjà 
vu. It was not the first time that Linda took over their parents' 
responsibility, being mother and father to three girls yearning for 
love, comforting them or punishing them accordingly. Mom and Dad never 
stayed long at home - a million parties to go to, yacht cruises they 
couldn't miss…

"Why are you crying, honey?" Linda asked, not knowing what was happening 
inside Jeannie's head.

Jeannie didn't know it herself. She just knew she liked Linda's sweet, 
warm hug. Jeannie shut her eyes, breathing in Big Sis's fragrance mixed 
with the distinct odor of sex, very similar to how her hand smelled when 
she masturbated before falling asleep. Now that the shock of finding 
their older sisters making love with each other had subsided, Jeannie 
relaxed, embracing Linda's waist.

Feeling Big Sis so close, it didn't take long for the indelible image of 
Nikki making out with Linda to flash back into Jeannie's mind. Jeannie 
recalled Linda's ecstatic face, Nikki's triumph appearing in her smile, 
the tenderness they lavished upon each other. From that moment on, 
Jeannie knew she wanted the same. She wanted the same attention and 
tenderness. She wanted Linda to make love to her the same as she'd done 
to Nikki. She felt special when her eldest sister paid attention to her.

That sudden intense craving made Jeannie aware of Linda's wonderful, 
full breasts against her face. She wanted to open Big Sis's robe and 
feel them with her hands. She wanted it so much that she started crying 
again.

"What's the matter, Jeannie? Why are you crying? You always told me when 
anything hurt you. That didn't change. I'm still here for you."

"Really?" asked Jeannie, still sobbing.

"Of course, silly. The reason why Nikki and I were in bed... together... 
was because we've found out how much we love each other. And that is 
nothing to be ashamed of."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Linda smiled, seeing hope in  her youngest sister's light 
blue eyes.

"And if…"

"If, what?"

Jeannie couldn't say it out loud. It was too weird. She just cuddled 
herself closer to Linda, holding her willowy waist even tighter, making 
Linda's bosom more prominent and harder to overlook. Swallowing, she 
finally dared act. Her hand headed for the opening of Linda's robe, 
uncovering her sister's breasts.

Linda didn't stop her. Jeannie was starving for affection. She was never 
happy with the guys she dated. She was always complaining and pointing 
out their shortcomings, calling them immature, clumsy, crackbrained and 
plain stupid. Linda shut her eyes, feeling Jeannie's lips sucking on her 
nipples, which in a matter of seconds had become powerfully erect. She 
gasped, pulling Jeannie's head toward her breast. That intense feeling 
of pleasure didn't last long, though, as Jeannie's lips were yanked away 
from her nipple with unexpected violence. She opened her eyes, realizing 
that Zoe had just knocked Jeannie down. 

Pulling Jeannie up and covering her breasts with her robe, Linda yelled, 
"What's the matter with you, Zoe?"

"What's the matter with YOU, I ask. You... I can't believe what you're 
doing. This is gross."

"Why?"

It was a simple question to which Zoe had no answer. She had more or 
less enjoyed watching Linda and Nikki together, but Jeannie with Linda 
bothered her beyond reason.

"She's just jealous," Jeannie huffed, pulling herself together. "She's 
always jealous about my boyfriends. She just can't stand them. She-"

"Stop it, Jeannie!"

Linda's stare was hard and serious. Jeannie knew that Linda never 
allowed bickering among them. She was the one who gave the example, 
never criticizing anyone lightly. Linda was the reason they had such a 
close bond. She nurtured a positive attitude toward her sisters. 
Badmouthing anyone was totally off limits.

Linda looked at Zoe, then back at Jeannie. She inhaled deeply, pulling 
her hair back with her hands, which began to tremble. She licked her dry 
lips, concentrating on her own breathing, looking down, as though the 
solution to the problem at hand lay on the floor.

"Zoe is right," Linda said, looking up.

"Zoe is right?" Jeannie repeated, raising her voice, scowling at Linda 
and then at Zoe.

Linda licked her lips again and said, "Yes… We'd better stop, now. Mom 
and Dad will be back tomorrow…"

"So?"

"Jeannie," Linda said, desperation creeping in, "listen to me. This is 
not right."

"What? What's not right?"

Linda swallowed, seeing her kid sister's expression change. Jeannie's 
face didn't look surprised any more. There was fear in those light blue 
eyes.

"Jeannie, let's forget about it. It was my mistake. I shouldn't have… We 
shouldn't have…"

"We shouldn't have? What are you talking about?" Jeannie was screaming 
by now, almost hysterical. "You mean it is OK for you and Nikki to make 
out, but it's wrong for you to make love to me?"

"Jeannie, calm down. I-"

"I understand," Jeannie said, gritting her teeth. "I know when I'm not 
wanted." Saying this, she made a half-turn and stormed out of the room.

The three girls heard hurried steps on the hall. Then a door banged 
violently, the whole house shuddering as they shuddered.

"Nice going, Sis," raged Zoe, as Linda's eyes returned to her. "Nice 
going," she repeated, making it her turn to leave the bedroom, casting, 
as she went, a last disapproving glance at her eldest sister.

Linda let herself fall on her bed, rubbing her face furiously with her 
hands. She just didn't know what to do. It seemed as though her worst 
fears had come true. Things were escalating and getting out of hand. A 
hand touched her shoulder, making her spring to her feet and away from 
that contact that felt as though she was being branded like a  steer on 
the ranch.

"Please, don't. I can stand it." Reasoning quickly, Linda added, "Not 
tonight, please…"

"I just wanted-"

"I know, Nikki. I know… Let's just go to bed and get some sleep. I'll 
talk to the twins tomorrow."

* * *

Linda wanted to fall asleep, but strange thoughts were swirling through 
her head. The memories of an odd, unusual, overwhelming sexual encounter 
kept coming back to her, leaving her excited and exhausted at the same 
time. She turned to gaze at Nikki, who had fallen asleep as if nothing 
had happened between them. Nikki's "I love you" still reverberated in 
Linda's ears… but people say it so often without really meaning it.

Linda envied Nikki's ability to sleep. Two years before, they had gone 
to Europe to visit Dad's Scottish relatives. These distant members of 
the family lived in a huge castle, a scary, spooky place full of 
corridors and long shadows, old portraits and dusty antique furniture. 
The bedrooms were as somber as the rest of the castle, with its ancient 
mahogany chests and armoires, and more paintings portraying ancestors 
whose stare never left them. Linda was fifteen at the time, Nikki 
thirteen - almost fourteen - and frightened as hell. They couldn't 
believe that Dad wanted them to sleep in such a place, but he was 
adamant that they stay. Dad didn't want to hurt the feelings of his 
cousins, Jeremy McDougall and his wife, by declining their hospitality. 
At night, Nikki crawled into Linda's bed.  She said she was too scared 
to sleep. Nikki made Linda hug her back and hold her hand to drive away 
her fears. With this warmth and comfort., Nikki fell asleep within 
minutes, without noticing how terrified her "guardian" was.

Gusts of wind lashing the window panes scared Linda too, and kept her 
awake. She listened to every creak, wondering whether the house was 
haunted. Hundreds of people had lived and died in Jeremy McDougall's 
castle, even in that very bedroom. This thought made her shiver and she 
held Nikki's hand tight. She felt as though this contact had the power 
to drive off the ghosts that made her feel afraid.

It was 6:35 AM. when Linda woke up, realizing she was not in Scotland 
but at the beach house. She cast a glance at Nikki, who slept in her own 
bed, her naked shoulder blades and slender waist uncovered. Her sister 
wasn't wearing her pajama top. It had become unbuttoned during the fight 
which was the starting point for everything that had happened now 
between them. Or had it? For a short moment Linda wished it hadn't. She 
had to confront the twins and find a way to keep them from blowing the 
whistle.

Linda kept staring at her sister's naked back, feeling the desire return 
in spite of herself. Nikki's long hair was spread out on her pillow. Her 
tanned, thin arm was bent, and her hand presumably was close to her sex. 
This thought made Linda bolt out of her bed and into the bathroom, in an 
attempt to quench her desire. 'Am I becoming a one-track-minded moron?' 
she chided herself, looking in the mirror and feeling disgusted. 'How 
can this be happening? She's your sister, Linda. Wake up and get real.'

Linda washed her face vigorously, her thoughts running through her mind 
like little red devils swarming around her, whispering into her ear what 
she should do, what she should not forget. Linda went downstairs. It was 
too early for the showdown with the twins. Usually her sisters listened 
to her because she knew how to choose the right words, and she convinced 
them that her arguments were stronger than theirs.

Her verbal skills (and her looks) had been put to good use by Mr. 
Rawlings, the principal of S.F. High. He wanted a spokesperson for the 
school, a "well-groomed" senior who would represent S.F. High's "high 
morals and standards of education". She was to be the bait  to lure 
parents into entrusting their children to Mr. Rawlings's "center of 
excellence". 'Center of excellence?' she thought, recalling the 
principal's own words. 'Yeah, right.'

Taking a carton of milk out of the refrigerator, Linda wondered about 
her cynicism. Paul and Lisa said she was too serious for her age, which 
surprised her. She thought she could lighten up with them, throwing 
good-humored jabs at her friends because she expected the same from 
them.

Paul van Dyke was Rick's best friend. Paul had introduced Rick to her at 
a birthday party before the guys began to play their ear-splitting 
electric guitars and scream out their angry lyrics. They sounded like 
Offspring and Red Hot Chili Peppers put together, and that combination 
was quite interesting. Lisa Maxwell had been her best friend a long time 
ago. Linda couldn't tell exactly why they had grown away from each 
other… Boyfriends, she would say. Jealousy, perhaps.

Linda poured some milk into a glass. When she was about to drink it, she 
felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see Jeannie staring at 
her, leaning against the doorjamb. She wore her off-white silk pajamas, 
her blond tresses hiding most of her folded arms.

"Hi, Jeannie. Couldn't sleep?"

Jeannie shook her head, walking in the kitchen, getting closer. "And 
you?"

"Me neither." Holding out her glass, Linda asked, "Want some?" 

Jeannie shook her head again, remaining silent for a long minute, 
watching her sister drink the rest of her milk. Linda's gaze returned to 
her youngest sister, noticing the rings around her eyes. Much as she 
hated to raise the subject, having Jeannie next to her offered Linda the 
opportunity to secure the twins' silence without Zoe's interference. 

"Did you and Zoe talk about last night?" she asked.

"Not really."

"Why?"

Jeannie sighed, scratching her forehead, pulling up a chair and letting 
herself plump down on it. "Zoe wanted to talk about it but I didn't. I 
was mad at you… Still am."

"What do you want me to do?" Linda asked, raising her voice slightly.

"Be fair."

"What do you mean? You can't buy and sell me."

Jeannie looked away, biting her lower lip. "OK, I see it's no use 
talking to you." Then she stood up and left the kitchen without looking 
back.

Linda heard her sister rush upstairs. She braced herself to hear the 
door slam, a statement of an angry teenager, but nothing happened. She 
waited, listening for sounds from upstairs. Silence ensued, interrupted 
only by the sound of a passing car. Annoyed, Linda cursed the damned 
driver, who was preventing her from hearing whether Jeannie had in fact 
returned to her room. She decided to investigate, climbed up the stairs, 
scanning the hall above, and saw no one.

"Jeannie," she called out as she reached the top of the stairs. Then she 
saw her sister sitting on the floor of the hallway, her back against the 
wall. Her legs were drawn up and her long hair covered her face, arms 
and upper body. Jeannie looked up, her eyes twinkling. 

"Are you all right?" Linda asked.

Before Linda could crouch down beside her, Jeannie got up, and propped 
herself against the wall. "Yes," Jeannie replied, "but no thanks to 
you."

"Oh, come on, Jeannie… Grow up."

"You should grow up, Linda. Not me," retorted Jeannie angrily.

"Yelling like that, you're gonna wake everybody up."

"I don't care," Jeannie answered, shrugging. "Afraid of what Nikki's 
gonna say if she finds you're here with me?"

"You know damned well that's not the point," Linda breathed out, as her 
youngest sister's anger and jealousy were becoming all too obvious. 
Jeannie's had tightened her fists, as if she was considering getting 
physical. Linda was astonished by that possibility. Her whole body 
froze, as if waiting for Jeannie to pick a fight.

Suddenly, the door next to them opened. "What is this? What are you 
doing here in the hall?" said Zoe as she glared at Linda and Jeannie, 
her hands in her hips, waiting for an answer.

Before Linda or Zoe could speak, Jeannie clasped her twin's arm and 
said, "Nothing." Then she grabbed hold of Zoe, took her back into their 
room, and slammed the door behind them.

Finding herself alone in the hallway, Linda shrugged, made a halfturn, 
and returned to the kitchen. She was restless, her hands trembled, and 
her heart pounded. She didn't want to brood over what might happen if 
the twins told everything to Mom and Dad. Mom was so uptight about 
everything to do with sex - Dad too, although it was no secret that he 
liked to goggle at naked women in his porno magazines. He probably 
jerked himself off at them, the way Rick and Paul did. 

Her father's double standards made her mad and left her confused. Her 
parents' hypocrisy sickened her. She swore to herself she'd never be 
like them. She'd teach her kids how to deal with their sexuality, by 
talking to them, letting them know it was all right what they felt and 
did as long as they didn't hurt anyone. She would teach them to be 
responsible, empowering them and letting them choose. Righteous adults 
should know better than to forbid anything without an explanation. They 
usually forget that the "forbidden fruit" is always the most tempting…

* * *

 Nikki went downstairs, searching for Linda and the twins. She rubbed 
her eyes, yawning, chasing away the drowsiness she felt every time she 
slept in. She was surprised that none of her sisters had woken her up. 
Their promise of tickling her to death if she overslept was just an 
empty threat, after all.

Crashing sounds came from the living room. Someone was watching TV, she 
correctly guessed. Passing through the doorway, she found Big Sis 
lounging on the couch, holding a small cushion. Although the TV was on, 
Big Sis's eyes stared blankly into space.

A fearful chill shot through Nikki's body. It was unusual for her oldest 
sister to stay home and watch TV. Linda was too active and fidgety to be 
a couch potato… Besides, Linda's distant stare worried her. Her sister's 
blues were so out of character!

"Hi, Linda. Where are the twins?"

Linda looked at her, sitting up straight, her feet leaving the couch, 
her hands getting rid of the cushion. Big Sis pulled her hair back with 
both hands, sighing.

"They went to the beach."

"Without us?"

 "Yes."

"You think…"

"I don't know," Linda replied, raising her green eyes and facing Nikki 
for the first time. "I don't know what they're going to do… but sure as 
hell they're pissed off."

The two of them made small talk intermittently for a while, silence 
taking over slowly. Neither of them wanted to imagine what would happen 
if the twins talked. What if they told Mr. Cool about them? They would 
be the subject of all the malicious gossip in the resort. Instead of 
being envied and adored, they would be outcasts. This prospect made 
Nikki gasp, realizing for the first time the far-reaching consequences 
of their lovemaking. Incestuous sisters?… That would surely make them 
talk!

The rest of the afternoon whizzed by, Linda dreading the moment of her 
parents' return. Nikki suggested going to the mall and leaving the house 
for a while. It would do them good. There was nothing better than a 
shopping spree to forget one's problems. Linda laughed at Nikki's way of 
putting it, and even thought of thanking her with a kiss. She changed 
her mind promptly, for kissing Nikki had gained a totally different 
meaning. She didn't want to mislead her… They were sisters, and having 
sex with her was not right. Not right at all.

While in the mall, Linda was unable to respond to Nikki's attempts to 
cheer her up. Nikki said that everything would be fine and that the 
twins wouldn't talk. What would they gain by squealing on their own 
sisters? Their own reputation would also be tarnished. The four of them 
were not just friends. They were family. The honor of all of them was at 
stake. To this Linda countered, "Honor? What honor? We're not Italian, 
Sis… I think you've been reading too many mob mysteries."

When Linda and Nikki returned home, they found out Dad's Buick parked in 
the driveway.

"They're home," said Nikki, her voice showing no emotion, just stating 
the fact.

"Yes," Linda agreed, nodding. Taking hold of Nikki's arm, she added, 
"Let's go. We can't stay here all day long and daydream about tomorrow."

They stepped into the house through the half-open front door.

"Mom?" Linda called out from the bottom of the stairs. "Dad?" She waited 
for a while but got no answer. "Mom?" she cried out louder, climbing the 
stairs, her left hand sliding up the banister. "MOM?"

"What, honey?" her mother's face appeared at the banister of the 
upstairs hall. "Why are you shouting like that? I'm not deaf." As she 
spoke, her mother took off her diamond earrings, the ones Grandma Greta 
had given her daughter, Marge Wesley, the day before she married the 
promising young engineer Fred McDougall.

"D'you know where the twins are?"

"Why on earth would I know that? Your father and I have just arrived 
from the most relaxing, fantastic yacht cruise… Aren't they with you?"

"No," Linda replied, realizing how inane she'd been. To ask Mom where 
Zoe and Jeannie were could trigger a series of unwanted questions. Her 
nerves had gotten the better of her, though. She took the initiative, 
adding, "They went to beach… Nikki and I, we stayed home and went to the 
mall this afternoon."

"It sounds like you had your bit of fun, honey," her mother said, her 
southern drawl becoming more perceptible. Mom had lived most of her life 
in Georgia and her favorite movie was Gone with the wind. "And aren't 
you forgetting something?"

"Mom, not now… Anyway, you're already told us how great your weekend 
was."

Before her mother could protest, Linda scurried down the stairs, her 
head beckoning Nikki to follow her into the back yard. As they walked by 
the living room doorway, a man's voice said, "Hello, girls… Doesn't your 
father deserve a welcome any more?"

Linda and Nikki stopped in their tracks and looked at the six-foot tall, 
bulky man with immaculate white hair. His arms were open and he was 
puffing at a pipe like Popeye the sailor man. This was no time for 
wisecracks, Linda thought, resigning herself to being hugged by Dad and 
listening to his tales about the good time they had with the Bells and 
their elitist circle of friends. She hated it most when Mom and Dad 
tried to couple her with the sons of those empty-headed snobs, embarking 
on a mission to "save" her from Rick Hillman. Linda had yelled at them, 
making them understand she wouldn't have it. She'd chosen Rick as her 
boyfriend and she was not going to change her mind. Ever!

When Zoe and Jeannie came home, dinner was almost ready. They walked in 
the back door with their wetsuits on, explaining they had been surfing 
with Max and Pete. Once more Mom expressed her concerns about their 
hanging around with grownup men. They should look for more suitable 
company, someone their own age.

"Mom," Zoe protested, "they're our instructors. How are we supposed to 
learn without instructors?"

"It's 7 PM… I can't imagine you've been surfing until now."

"Oh, for chrisakes," Zoe said, rolling her eyes and stomping out of the 
kitchen. "Come on, Jeannie. Let's go upstairs and change."

* * *

"So, how was your weekend?" Fred McDougall asked, taking two generous 
scoops of mashed potatoes onto his dish and scrutinizing his daughters 
with a wide smile. Nikki and Jeannie sat on his right and Linda and Zoe 
on his left. Although he was paying attention to his daughters, Fred 
failed to notice how tense the four of them had become after his 
unsuspecting question.

Linda straightened herself up on her chair, eyeing Zoe and then Jeannie. 
Before Zoe could answer their father's question, Linda said, "It was 
OK."

"OK?" her mother asked, her brows arching up, helping herself to the 
broccoli. "Just OK?"

"Yes," Linda replied, unable to hide her annoyance, while waiting for 
Zoe to hand over the meat platter. "Some of us can settle for less, 
without overstating how happy we all are."

"What's that supposed to mean, Linda?" Marge asked, taking the bowl of 
mashed potatoes and staring at her eldest daughter.

"Nothing."

A heavy silence hovered over the table, Linda avoiding her mother's 
inquiring eyes.

"That must mean something, Linda, or you wouldn't say it."

"Girls!" Fred exclaimed. "Let's not fight… Not tonight."

"Yes," Jeannie agreed, breathing in and out deeply.

Although the dinner prepared by Anita Perez, the cook, was delicious, it 
was consumed without the usual small talk and laughter. Fred tried his 
best to keep the conversation going, but Linda's ill-humored remark had 
soured his wife's mood.

It seemed as though the battle of wills between mother and daughter was 
getting worse by the day. If his memory served him well, it all started 
when Linda turned fourteen and asked her mother's permission to spend 
her birthday with Chad Manson, a popular 16-year-old lady-killer who 
apparently had turned Linda's head. Marge, however, wouldn't hear of her 
daughter preferring the company of the neighborhood's troublemaker to 
her family's on such an important day. Chad Manson was no good, he was a 
bum, and probably a drug dealer… Since then Linda had become more 
circumspect and secretive about her dates, choosing her words carefully. 
Linda blamed Marge for ruining her life, for not understanding her.

Sometimes Marge accused her husband of taking sides, sticking up for 
Linda more often than for his own wife. Strangely enough, he could feel 
an undercurrent of rage in Marge's words. That rage baffled him but he 
wasn't going to ask any more about it. Marge would most probably deny 
there was anything in it.

As he always did after dinner, Fred headed for his den to fill up his 
pipe with fresh tobacco. There was nothing better than a good puff and a 
steaming cup of coffee for him to relax after such a long weekend with 
the Bells. Jonathan Bell was the president and the founder of Servenet, 
owning more than 40% of the voting shares. In other words, Jonathan was 
his boss, and the yacht cruises Jonathan organized were part of 
Servenet's informal way of conducting business.

As he emptied his pipe into the small trashcan under his desk, Fred's 
eyes spotted his daughter Zoe standing at the doorway.

"Hello, Zoe… Come on in… I won't bite."

His daughter didn't react, apparently oblivious to his jesting. Her long 
shiny hair covered the left side of her slender body, the fingers of her 
hands in the small pockets of her skin-tight blue jeans.

Zoe happened to be his favorite daughter, the one who jumped on his lap, 
begging for a story. She listened to him with her attentive blue eyes 
wide open, giggling at the funny parts, and gaping if the story was 
really interesting. His other three daughters were more standoffish. He 
was certain that Linda set them against himself and his wife. He wished 
that Marge and Linda could settle their differences. Marge should 
moderate her inflexibility and Linda should be less of a stubborn brat. 
If that ever happened Fred, was sure his household would be far more 
peaceful.

Zoe seemed anxious. Every now and then she look back into the hallway as 
though making sure that no one had followed her. Fred came over to be 
close to his daughter. "What's the matter, Zoe?" he asked.

"I'm not sure…" Zoe said softly, teasing her lower lip with her teeth.

Before Zoe could continue, Linda showed up at the doorway and said, 
"Zoe, I wanna talk to you."

"Not now," Zoe complained, twisting her arm free from Linda's grip.

"I mean, NOW," Linda demanded, pulling her sister away from the doorway, 
and their astonished father. Putting her hands on Zoe's shoulders, Linda 
whispered, "If you want to ruin my life, go ahead… Tell them… tell them 
everything… But think about Nikki and Jeannie for once. What do you 
think Mom and Dad are going to do with them if they know, huh? Did you 
think about that?…This is not a prank, Zoe. This is serious… They can 
break us apart because of this… Is that what you want?… Huh?… Tell me… 
Is that what you want?"

Linda could see fear in her sister's eyes. Zoe was speechless, 
flickering her eyelids and offering no resistance as her big sis pushed 
her against the wall.

Their father closed in, wrenching Linda away from Zoe. He took them both 
to his den and shut the door, waiting for an explanation for their 
outrageous behavior. Folding his arms, he ordered them to speak but 
neither of his daughters said a word, even after he threatened to ground 
them for two weeks.

Once again Linda was able to wield her powerful influence on her younger 
sister. Realizing this, Fred sent Linda out of the den and approached 
Zoe, questioning her gently. Still, his favorite daughter evaded his 
eyes and refused to talk. Much against his will and better judgment, he 
let his irritation show. His voice had grown too loud, scaring his 
daughter into even more resolute silence. Eventually he dismissed her, 
tired of waiting and convinced that he had ruined all his chances of 
hearing what was behind all that peculiar exchange between Linda and 
Zoe.

"Women," he sighed, as he opened the bag where he kept his favorite 
tobacco. He shook his head as he filled his pipe. His worries vanished 
as soon as he took the first draw. His eyes shut as he enjoyed the 
moment. Smiling, he left his den and returned to the living room, with 
the firm intention of allowing nothing and no one to spoil his favorite 
time of the day. 







NEXT: CHAPTER FOUR:  Frustration

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