Message-ID: <13239eli$9807211536@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13239.txt> From: "Jan V." <jan123@hotmail.com> Subject: REPOST: Jan V. - SISTERS - 11/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980721102038.8117.qmail@hotmail.com> Jan V. - SISTERS - 11/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance) This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the Sequel" plus much more. Enjoy Chapter ELEVEN: Desire The four sisters jumped into Linda's Jeep, with Zoe giving a hand to Jeannie. Her weakness was still apparent. The beach would do her good, Linda figured. Jeannie continued to feel pain in her shoulder and upper chest from time to time but she was looking better. Dad's surgeon had done a good job. Only a small disfigurement on Jeannie's left shoulder betrayed the fact that she had been hit by shotgun pellets. Why that lunatic had run after them and shot Jeannie never became clear. The police and the outside world had Dad's version, though - they had been kidnapped. There was hardly any investigation of how the redneck died. Linda didn't know what strings Dad had pulled, but the case was closed... And no questions asked. During the 40-mile trip to the beach house, there was not much talk. Linda was enjoying the wind in her hair. The sun was shining and the temperature had risen to seventy-nine degrees. Balmy weather had always made her feel sexy... and they would have the house to themselves. No more spying, none of Mom's controlling. Mom had become so damned paranoid... and suspicious. Linda recalled the quarrel between Mom and herself over the bedroom keys. Mom wanted to prevent them from locking the doors. Fortunately Dad had settled the matter. Drawing his wife aside he had whispered a few words into her ear. "But Fred..." Mom protested. There were more whispered words until Mom's face became paler than usual. Obviously against her will, Mom held out the keys. Without hesitating, Linda seized them back. She defied her mother with a triumphant smile. Mom just left the hall, banging shut the door of her own room. "Be wise, Linda," Dad warned her. "I trust you. And please, stop that nonsense... You don't need that." * * * Linda looked at Nikki. There was a light wind down on the beach, the same secluded beach where Nikki had kissed her UCLA jock. Her heart began to melt again. Nikki was so beautiful with her blond hair flowing free. The sea breeze was caressing their bodies, the late afternoon sun warming their tanned skin. Linda's eyes soaked in the image of Nikki's breasts now covered by her bikini top, then of her flat tummy, then of her legs... Her gaze concentrated on her sister's bikini bottom, her crotch... Linda wondered if her sister was as wet as she was. She wanted to kiss her so much. Desire was making her mouth dry, and her heart was now beating faster. Nikki was watching the twins. Jeannie had settled down on the sand, tired. Zoe sat beside her. The twins were thirty feet away. Linda could talk to Nikki without being overheard. Linda kept staring at Nikki, savoring her voluptuous curves, her soft body. She still craved for a kiss, but her sister was oblivious to her. Nikki was watching the sunset. The sky fireball now touched the horizon, sending forth rays that dyed the quiet sea with shades of crimson that came and went with its gentle undulation. "Hey, Baywatch Babe," Linda called. She couldn't wait any longer. Nikki looked at her, grinning. "Hey, that's not fair. You're the Baywatch Babe... I made it up for you." "So? We could be both Baywatch Babes..." Nikki stared at her sister, her pulse accelerating, her breathing becoming heavier. She could see Linda's desire gleaming in her magnetic green eyes. God, she could never stop loving this heavenly creature, this witch, this sister of hers. Nikki licked her dry lips and looked around. This late afternoon the beach was not deserted. It was the weekend... A few couples lay on the sand dunes - the perfect make-out place, it seemed. 'They're kinda far away,' she thought. Could she kiss Linda without causing an uproar on the beach? "Linda..." she said, facing her sister. "Yes?" "I want us to make love." "Me too." "But..." "I know, baby... I know. But I don't care if you don't." And as soon as Linda said it, Nikki crawled nearer and kissed her sister. Nikki began to melt. "Oh baby, baby," Linda whispered, embracing Nikki, making her sister lie on top of her. Their sexes touched each other, creating an exquisite pressure... warmth radiating from one sex to the other, generating an explosive combination of desire... DESIRE... crazy, blinding desire... They forgot where they were and the danger of being caught. They kissed and kissed, burning mouths biting each other's lips, licking tongues yearning for a wet, willing partner. "Ooohhh, NIKKI... Nikki, my love..." Nikki unfastened Linda's bikini top and kissed her sister once again, making Linda sigh deeply. She kissed her neck, her hands rummaging around Linda's breasts, feeling how soft they were, how hard were her sister's nipples. "Oh, Gaawwwdddd..." Nikki whimpered when Big Sis felt her breasts. "Oh... I don't believe this..." But Big Sis made her believe it... Big Sis was killing her with soft caresses, stroking her up and down her body, reaching further and further down her tummy. "You drive me crazy, Sis... You... drive me... crazy..." "That's the intention," Linda cracked, in spite of her arousal. "That's the whole point, baby." Nikki stopped, gazing deeply into those green eyes, that sea of green in which she loved to submerge herself. "I love you when you call me "baby"." "I love to call you "baby", my little, crazy, passionate baby... My Baywatch baby..." Nikki chortled. Baywatch baby... This was getting mushier by the minute. Action was needed or desire might fade. She reached under Linda's bikini bottom, to find out how wet Big Sis was. "You're dripping, my dear..." "Yes, so are you," Linda replied, grabbing Nikki's rear, kneading it up and down, increasing the pressure of her sister's sex on her own. Nikki's hand in between produced an incredible wave of pleasure in Linda's body. Their bodies kept on rubbing and rubbing their crotches together. They shook together because they hungered for the same... Sweet release, hands on breasts, fingers on nipples, caressing and caressing... "Oh Nikki, Nikki... I love you." Sweet release came, simultaneously... Their eyes closed, their hearts, sexes throbbed together, their mouths exhaling at the same time, becoming one in a deep, deep kiss... Minutes went by, and the kiss didn't end, until once again they came simultaneously. * * * "Jeannie, wake up." Jeannie opened her eyes and saw Linda gazing down at her. "How do you feel?" Jeannie smiled at Linda, realizing she was in her own bedroom. She yawned and said, "Better... My shoulder still hurts but last night wasn't so bad... What's the time?" "Noon." "Noon? So late?" "Yes. I let you sleep the whole morning. You needed that... Last night you were really tired... Beach can wear you down if you're not used to it." "Where's Zoe? And Nikki?" "They went surfing... They were just moping around the house, so I had to more or less kick them out." "Surfing?... They went surfing alone?" "No... Pete's here as well, for the weekend... He's just called and asked them to join him." Linda smiled, discerning a tinge of jealousy in her sister's eyes. "Hey, baby... Don't you worry. Pete's a nice guy, most of the times. Especially if he's not around Mr. Cool... And you've got to trust Zoe as I trust Nikki. All right?" "Why didn't you go with them?" "Because I don't want to leave you here alone... You're so weak... still..." Jeannie's eyes began to glisten... She was moved by Linda's love for her. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve such a loving sister. "What's the matter, baby?" Linda asked. "Did I say something wrong?" "No," Jeannie said, getting out of bed. "I've gotta pee." "D'you wanna go to the mall with me?" Linda called out, making sure Jeannie could hear her from the bathroom. "Sounds great." "OK, let's do it then," Linda said, standing up. She ambled up to the bathroom door and added, "I'm going downstairs. I'm gonna fix you a healthy brunch before we go." Jeannie looked up and saw her sister staring at her. Without thinking, Jeannie drew her legs together, out of shame. Her sex was becoming wet... embarrassingly wet... Just the thought of being alone with Linda made her breathless. She hoped Nikki and Zoe would stay long enough down at the beach. She didn't dare to think about it but maybe something might happen. "OK, Linda... Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be ready." Linda just smiled... and left. Jeannie lingered on the toilet, unable to move. Jeannie wondered what Linda's smile meant... * * * They walked down the mall arcade. Sheryl Crow was singing "Sweet Rosalyn" from her newest album. The rhythm was catching, so they began to move their bodies to the music, laughing at each other. As usual people started to stare... Jeannie was happy... Her shoulder and chest hurt because of the laughter but being with Linda pain didn't matter much. All she wanted danced beside her, as though the arcade of the shopping mall was a dance floor. Linda was so magical... She could turn the most insignificant moment of their lives into a reason to go wild, and do outrageous things like dancing in a shopping mall. Jeannie felt alive, so fucking alive. She laughed to herself. Swearing was becoming a turn-on... Zoe had taught her that. A shudder ran down her spine. They stopped when a group of horny young guys surrounded them, joining the impromptu party. "Let's go, Jeannie," Linda commanded, pulling on her sister's arm, ignoring the unsolicited attention. They hurried into a store, escaping from the guys who kept following them. The two sisters shuffled through bomber jackets and dresses and lingerie, killing time. The guys were waiting for them outside. Linda joked about trying on a couple of bras, some of them flagrantly bigger than her own size. Jeannie couldn't help giggling, taking a quick glance outside the store. The guys hadn't moved. One of them had lit up a cigarette and leaned against a pillar. He was talking with one of his pals... Planning a strategy? "Let's try on these," Linda said, this time with a more serious look on her face. "They'll give up, sooner or later..." Jeannie looked at her sister, stunned. Linda couldn't mean that, or could she? Anticipation made Jeannie flush. An electric sensation raced through her body. Her legs turned into rubber while moisture and tension built up in her sex. "You coming, Jeannie?" "Y- yes," she stammered. "But I need a few more... Those are too big for me." Linda laughed. "Give it a few more years and you'll see... Pick up a couple of them and join me, OK?" "OK," Jeannie said, not believing her luck. Did Big Sis know what her invitation was doing to her inside? Jeannie wondered. Did she? Or was she just teasing, like she did with her endless list of suitors? Jeannie sifted through the heap of bras on sale and chose two sporty numbers... They would come in handy for cheerleading practice. She hurried past a salesclerk, blushing against her will. It seemed to Jeannie that the salesclerk hadn't missed a thing. Maybe that meddlesome woman guessed every thought, every feeling that capered inside her head. Jeannie hesitated... She didn't know whether she should walk into Linda's stall or look for another. She looked around but the second stall was occupied, leaving with no choice. "Linda, may I come in?" "Of course" was the answer from the other side of the curtain. Jeannie pushed her way in. Linda was looking at her own reflection, pulling her breasts up, trying out a very daring push-up bra. Jeannie's sex became alive again... Warmth, sweet damp warmth in her crotch... "So, what d'you think?" Linda asked, still staring at the mirror. "You like it?" "Y- yes." Linda looked at Jeannie... and how her youngest sister stared at her breasts. How eagerly Jeannie had sucked them a few months ago flashed through her mind. Which caused her nipples to stiffen in no time. Jeannie's face was flushed, her breathing heavy... "Jeannie, are you OK?" Linda asked, declining to acknowledge the blatant signs of desire given off by her little sister. "Yes..." Jeannie's voice sounded so anguished, as though she was terrified by something... "Come here," Linda said, her mouth becoming dry, her sex throbbing. Guilt began to seep back though. It was one thing making love with Nikki... Making love with Jeannie was- Linda didn't know... Jeannie was so young, so eager to please... and Linda didn't want to double-cross anyone... But Jeannie's eyes looked so desperate, so hungry for love. Despite everything, Linda held Jeannie close, feeling her sister's heart thumping as fast as hers. Her hands brushed Jeannie's hair away from her moist face. Jeannie was crying. "Jeannie... why?" "I don't know," Jeannie sobbed. "I really don't know. I'm sorry." "For what?" Jeannie sobbed again. It seemed that her head was going to explode, her body was so warm as if it was on fire. Jeannie breathed in in stutters. She inhaled Big Sis's fragrance, her hand touching Big Sis's right breast by accident. Linda shuddered. "Linda..." "Yes?" "Please..." "What?" "Let's go home," Jeannie said, swallowing, releasing herself from Linda's embrace. " I've gotta go, Linda... Gotta go... I'm sorry..." Without looking back, Jeannie tore off down the aisle of the store and disappeared. "Jeannie!" Linda screamed from the stall, stuck there while she hurriedly dressed. The few customers in the store and the handful of salesclerks stared at her, but Linda was beyond caring. She changed bras, slipped her blouse back on at full speed, and scooted out of the store. She heard a "Hey..." Probably a salesclerk thought this was a ploy to walk away with a couple of free bras... Idiots! Linda ran after Jeannie but her sister was nowhere to be seen. She scanned the arcades of the mall but to no avail. "Oh, God..." she whispered to herself, pulling her long hair away from her eyes, still searching for Jeannie. "Oh, God... Please, Jeannie... Don't do this to me." Finally Linda decided to look for Jeannie outside the mall but her sister wasn't there either. "Oh Jeannie, Jeannie... Where are you?... Where... are... you?... NEXT: CHAPTER TWELVE: To die for ------------------------------------ Comments always welcome jan123@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>