Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 20:05:42 +0100 From: Jan Vincent Subject: Unexplainable Longing - Chapter 2 Foreword: Hi all, Thank you so much for the reactions I received with the first chapter. As promised, here is the 2nd chapter. This chapter is a homage to "Everybody loves me but you" by Juliana Hatfield. This song is one of my favorites and in my opinion one of the best songs ever written. If you want to read the lyrics of the song or to know something more about this artist or this subject, just go to my site at: http://www.sistersinlove.org which has become a free erotic and support site for consensual sister-sister incest with testimonials and erotic stories, among other things. Enjoy the story and feel free to react. The more reactions I get the faster I'll write a third chapter. Thank you for your interest, -jan Chapter 2 Everybody loves me but you Jane was listening to Juliana Hatfield's "Everybody loves me but you", the very first track of her very first solo album. Jane loved its rhythm, Juliana's childlike voice, so deceivably innocent-sounding yet so powerful and deep. Nicky Beagle had introduced her to both Juliana's music and the wonderful world of having all her favorite songs in one simple MP3 player. The iPod was Nicky's but he'd let her have it for a week. She had pestered her father to buy one, to no avail. She was stuck with Nicky's for the time being. Enthused by the rhythm of the music and the lyrics she stood up and began to dance and sing in her room, her eyes shut, letting herself go, being carried away by the female voice that sang about the broken heart of fame. Suddenly the door of the room came open and Cathy Southerby walked in, giving her daughter a fright. Cathy said something Jane didn't understand. Jane removed the earphones, somewhat upset by the intrusion. "Mom, what happened?" "Your cell phone is ringing all the time. Why don't you answer it?" "Oh, because I was listening to music." "You shouldn't listen to it so loud. One day you'll wake up deaf." "Mom, please..." Jane pleaded, frustrated by her mother's warning and foreboding of a handicap. She grabbed her mobile and looked for the insistent caller's identity. It was an unknown number. She set her phone to call back whoever that was and waited. Because Cathy remained at the door, Jane beckoned her mother she should leave. She let the phone ring several times until a female voice answered. "Yes?" "It's seems you've called me," Jane said with uncertainty. "Who is this?" The voice on the other side of the line sounded a bit too belligerent to Jane's taste. "Umm... Jane, Jane Southerby. And you?" "Oh, sorry. I thought this is was a crank call. I didn't recognize your voice." Jane waited for the other girl to go on and say who she was but that didn't happen. "And?" said Jane eventually. "Oh, yeah... I'm Sam Neville. Actually, I'm Samantha, but everybody calls me Sam." Jane froze. Kate had once told her that Sam wanted to talk to her but that had been so long ago that she could not remember when that took place. "Hi, Sam," Jane greeted. "Why did you call me?" Jane could feel Sam hesitated on the other side of the line. Jane wanted to say something to help her out but she was unable to. She found it surprising that Sam Neville could be this shy with her, when the Avril-Lavigne-wannabe was so outspoken and loud-mouthed with everyone else. "I feel somewhat embarrassed to say this," Sam uttered at last. "But... would you..." "Would I what?" said Jane, her heart hammering in her chest. "Would you help me?" "With what?" "My dad is a pain and... I have had some major problems with math. I've been meaning to call you earlier, but I hate that stuff. I... heard that you were good at it, and I thought you could help me." "Oh..." Jane said, failing to hide her disappointment. For a very short-lived crazy moment she thought Sam was going to admit she liked her... in a special way. "I'll understand if you can't help me." "No, no," Jane said hurriedly. "That's okay. I can help you." "You can?" "Yeah, sure. It'll be no problem." "Oh, that's great," said Sam, her voice losing its earlier bashfulness. "They told me you were cool. And apparently you are." "Oh, thanks," replied Jane, blushing and brushing some loose strands of her blond hair over her ear. "I think you're cool too." "Really? Why?" "'Cause I like the clothes you wear and..." "And?" "For instance, I loved that T-shirt you brought to the party." "Which party?" "Oh, sorry. Martha's party. The one Katrina Swanson brought a chocolate cake to." "Oh, okay. That one. I don't remember what I was wearing, though." "You were wearing that T-shirt that said ^ÌGood girls go to heaven...'" Jane began. "...bad girls go everywhere," completed Sam together with Jane. Both girls laughed over the phone, Jane experiencing an emotion of a strange belonging to something intangible. She wanted to keep that feeling inside, so that she could put it away for future use. "Yeah, I love that shirt," Sam said. "It's a great boob bait." "Boob bait?" "Yeah, the guys start to read the words and then they'll notice your boobs. That's a boob bait." The girls laughed again, as if they were best friends for a long time. Jane got emotional with this thought. She said, "When do you want to start?" "Start what? Oh, you mean your helping me out." "Yes." "I don't know. Maybe a month later." The girls began to giggle again, this time very loudly. Jane understood Sam was not being serious. It was amazing that Sam, always so aggressive and defensive, could be this much of a joker. "How about tomorrow?" Jane was taken by surprise by the sudden seriousness of Sam's voice. "Tomorrow, I can't," she said. "I must go to the hairdresser with my mom, because on the next day we're going to a wedding." "Weddings... That's so boring." "Yeah, I know." "Then next week," Sam suggested. "Monday, then." "Where?" "In my place. I've got a lot of stuff in my computer, and I think it will help you." "Yeah, I will call you Monday and I'll ask you where you live. Nice talking to you, Jane. See you soon." "Same here," Jane said before she heard the connection being terminated. Jane sighed, staring at the cell phone in her hand. The realization she had been talking and laughing with Sam Neville finally began to sink in. With this thought she was overcome by exhilaration and an overwhelming desire to kiss that girl. Later in the day, when Jane sashayed in the kitchen, Cathy observed her daughter with her attentive yellowish blue eyes. "We are in a good mood, aren't we?" "Yes, we are," Jane confirmed with a wide grin, taking an orange juice flask from the refrigerator. "Who were you talking to? Whoever that was must be a riot." "Yeah. Sam's a riot." "Your new boyfriend?" Cathy inquired without looking at her daughter, busying herself with the chicken casserole she was preparing on the kitchen bench. "Sam is a girl," Jane said with a smile. "A riot of a girl." "Oh, a new girlfriend then." Jane stopped in her tracks, becoming pale. "What do you mean, Mom?" "What do I mean what?" Cathy said, putting the vegetables inside the pan. As her daughter remained silent, she eventually raised her eyes, turned and looked at Jane. "Nothing." Jane shook her head, grasping her mother had not meant what she thought earlier. However, Jane was able to see her mother's analytical eyes scanning her face for signs. "Jane, d'you want to tell me something?" "Tell what?" Jane took a nervous sip of her orange juice. "Why are you so tense, honey?" "I'm not tense," said Jane, turning away and leaving the kitchen, dodging any further questions. She climbed the stairs and went to her room, her safe haven where she could be herself, instead of lying about how much she liked the boy next door. And what she dreaded the most happened. Diffidently someone knock on the door. She downed her orange juice glass before she sighed and said, "Yes?" "It's me," she heard her mother say. "May I come in?" "Yes. It's open." Her mother's features displayed a familiar worried look. Major questions would follow, Jane inferred. Her mother was an intelligent woman with a PhD degree in Social Sciences. She taught in a community college nearby and did most of her research work at home, making sure she had quality time with her daughters. Cathy Southerby sat on the bed next to her eldest child. Jane looked away, playing with a wristband Kate had given her after that steamy, unexpected sexual encounter in the bathroom. "Jane, look at me." It took a few seconds before Jane was able to obey her mother. "Yes?" Cathy got a shock when she saw her daughter's tears welling up in her blue, almost violet eyes. She used to call Jane her little "Elizabeth Taylor" because of that exquisite eye pigmentation. "Jane, that's okay. I understand. You don't have to worry about it." "Worry about what?" "If you like that girl that way. I used to have lots of crushes on girl friends. That's nothing weird. It's only natural." Jane's eyes bulged out. Her mother... of all people... liked GIRLS? "Mom... Is that true? Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Cathy smiled at her daughter's doubts. "Yes, Jane. I am bisexual if you want to hear a label. Your father knows that and accepts me as I am. That doesn't mean I am cheating on your father either with men or women. Your father's also had some bisexual-- Probably I shouldn't be telling you this. I think it's better that he tells you about his own experiences, if you are interested. I don't like to spread gossip around, even if the reasons for it are commendable." Jane's mouth gaped. She was flabbergasted. She would never have thought her own parents could be... bisexual. "Mom, why didn't you tell me?" "You never asked, honey," Cathy said, her hand wiping her daughter's eyes dry with her perfectly manicured fingers. "So, who's the lucky girl?" "Who? Sam?" "Yes, Sam." Jane blushed in spite of her mother's openness. Although she consciously knew it would be all right to talk about Sam with her, Jane was still undecided. "Mom, I prefer not to talk about it if you don't mind. It's... She's got a boyfriend, and I don't think she's into girls anyway. She'll come over tomorrow. I am going to help her with her math. You don't mind, do you?" "You are on vacation, honey. That's very worthy of you." Jane was unable to avoid another surge of embarrassment, her pale cheeks regaining a redder hue. "I guess she's in summer school. I actually don't know anything about her. We're not friends... We barely know each other." Cathy smiled again. "But you have noticed her, haven't you?" Seeing her daughter's embarrassment rise again, she stood up and said, "Okay, Jane. You don't have to answer that. If you want to talk about it you know where to find me." Jane remained seated on her bed as she watched her mother leave and close the door behind her. She still had a hard time to believe her parents were... bi, and that they would tolerate a lesbian daughter. 'Wow!' she thought, thinking about the possibilities, relaxing a little. Then the memory of her lovemaking with Kate came seemingly from nowhere. She began to wonder... What would their parents do if they ever found out? Would they be as cool as her mother had been with Sam? Unlikely, she thought. She had heard so many spiteful remarks about incest, although not from her parents' mouths. Still, it was unlikely. Very unlikely. And with that thought hovering over her, Jane seized her small cowhide backpack purse and left the house. She was going to shop and grab a few new clothes. She wanted to look her best. If Sam wore a "boob bait" so would she. * * * The doorbell chimed, announcing someone was waiting at the front door. As Kate was in the kitchen fixing up a snack for herself, she took a quick glance around the doorjamb. A feminine silhouette stood behind the frosted stained glass flanking the main door. 'It must be Sam Neville,' Kate thought as a little smile took shape on her face. With quick steps she went over and answered the door. "Hi," Sam greeted, displaying a timid, uncertain smile. "Hi, Sam. Jane is dy-- I mean, she's waiting for you in her room." "Thanks." There was a moment of silence between them as Kate examined the girl her big sister was in love with. She became conscious she was somewhat jealous of this girl, although she had no real reason for it. She had made out with Jane in the bathroom a week ago. It had been an extraordinary event, which seemed to have happened a million years before. The orgasm had been overwhelming... Her sister had very deft fingers, but... it seemed as though a recurrence of their lovemaking was not meant to be. Breaking Kate's train of thought, Sam asked, "May I come in?" "Oh, sure. I-- I'm sorry. I was just somewhere else." "You bet you were," Sam replied with a more self-assured expression, exhibiting a contradictory mix of annoyance and amusement. As Sam walked in the entrance hall Kate made a quick inspection of Sam's clothing: black Reebok sneakers, loose black pants, a tight metal-studded belt, and a sleeveless white sporty top. Under the top Sam's attractively filled breasts were covered by a white cotton bra. On her naked right shoulder-blade, Sam had a Japanese character-like tattoo, half-hidden by straight threads of dark blonde hair. Her long limbs were adorned with dozens of thin wristbands and a Swatch with black and white motifs. At that moment Kate understood why her big sister had fallen in love with Sam. That girl was a walking contradiction: fiery yet beautiful, shy yet outspoken. And with this realization Kate's eyes began to fill up with tears. She didn't know exactly why... Len seemed so far away now, guys seemed so distant, as if they didn't exist. Girls were able to move her now... much more than guys used to when she was in junior high. The sadness she felt was difficult to comprehend. She didn't want to feel like that, as though she was losing something by finding girls increasingly attractive. Soon as she indicated the stairs and the way to Jane's room, Kate returned to the kitchen. She took her sandwich to the poolside and stretched herself out on her lawn chair. She stared at the water with a blank expression, as her mind drifted back to that day when she had made love with Jane, the day when she felt her sister shiver when she gave her a kiss on the cheek. That kiss was meant to be just a peace offering to make up for her sister's jealousy. But then... she sensed so much more from Jane. Her big sister seemed to be on fire, her longing becoming clearer. Since her early teens Kate had looked up to Jane, in spite of their rivalry. She had wanted so many times to be nice to her, but somehow the only way she was able to interact with her sister was by teasing and shouting at her. Sometimes she just wished her sister would come up to her and would wrap her arms around her. Now and then she would feel some physical attraction to her older sister, especially when she sunbathed in her bikini. Her eyes would wander around and through the curves of her body, so much nicer than hers. At that time she didn't recognize it as sexual; nowadays she knew better. She had wanted to make love to Jane for years, but because they were sisters her desire had been swept under the rug by more "healthy" expressions of lust. Boys. Men. To get married and have kids. Kate ate the last crumb of her sandwich, bringing her fingers to her eyes, wiping them dry. She breathed in then out, sighing. She was... falling in love with her. Jane, her big sister. Kate shook her head, standing up. She removed her sheer aquamarine bikini wrap and dove into the water, swimming several pool lengths without stopping until a cramp in her left calf muscles made her stop. She stood still in the water, holding her leg, waiting for the cramp to go away. She heard laughter coming from the open window of Jane's room. 'Great,' she thought, ' and here I am feeling sorry for myself.' Limping a little Kate left the pool and the backyard after drying herself off with her towel. She was going to call Martha and blow town. When Kate returned home Jane was in the kitchen helping their mother with the dinner. "Hi, Kate," said Cathy. "How was your shopping spree with Martha?" "We didn't go shopping," Kate replied, having a nagging feeling that something was wrong in that picture. She had just seen Jane and her mother exchange smiles and looks of mutual understanding. What was Jane up to? "We went to Venice and drank a few drinks. And talked." "About what?" Jane wanted to know, stealing a cherry from the fruit bowl. "Guys, and the way they kept hitting on us. Guys just can't see two girls alone talking without trying their luck. And how about you and Miss Avril Lavigne?" "Avril Lavigne?" their mother asked, baffled. "It's my nickname for Sam Neville," said Kate, putting on her most serious expression. "Why? Is this Avril Lavigne someone you know?" "Mom," Jane said with indignation. "You don't know who she is?" "No, who's she?" Kate ran off the kitchen and climbed the stairs, laughing. Her mother liked to be seen as hip and up-to-date by her daughters, but there were always a few glitches that betrayed her true age -- and not knowing who Avril Lavigne was was definitely one of them. * * * Dinner was delicious and most of it had been prepared by Jane. Kate's sister was definitely a more sophisticated cook than their mother. She was an expert in making oven recipes, using her own sauces to make the roasted meat or baked fish crispy and full-flavored. After having cleaned up the kitchen with her father, Kate joined Jane on the poolside. The evening was free of clouds, but the city lights obscured the magnificence of a starry sky. Only the brightest stars would shine through, much like a handful of noteworthy people would in real life. "Hi, Sis," Kate said almost in a whisper. Jane turned on her lawn chair, apparently startled by seeing her younger sister so close. "Hi." "May I join you?" "May I join you?" Jane repeated. "Why are you so polite all of a sudden?" Kate warped her mouth. "I'm sorry, Jane. I don't wanna fight. I..." And without warning she could not control herself. She began to sob loudly, kneeling on the concrete slab of the poolside. She felt so confused, humiliated by that unexpected crying fit. She didn't use to be like that. She used to be so strong and proud of her own self-assurance. She covered her face with her hands, hiding her shame from Jane's eyes. She bent over her thighs, her own hair trickling down her back. She felt a pair of arms wrapping around her back. "Kate, what happened?" Jane's voice was apprehensive and caring. "I didn't mean to make you cry." Before Kate was able to respond, she heard her mother's slides hitting the poolside. "What happened?" her mother asked worriedly. "Why is Kate crying?" "Mom, leave us alone, please," Jane said. "Boyfriends. Girl stuff." Kate kept her silence, remaining motionless, feeling the coolness of her sister's hand on her cheek, and afraid their mother would wedge herself in. "Are you all right, Kate?" her mother asked maintaining the distance between herself and her daughters. "Yes, Mom," Kate said, her voice muffled by her own hair and Jane's hand near her mouth. "But please leave. I need to talk to Jane." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am." "Okay, sweetheart. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." Kate's face was raised by Jane's trembling hands. "Kate, what?" Jane asked. Kate could see Jane's surprise and anxiety in her eyes. She felt her sister's fingers wiping her wet face dry. "Kate, what happened? Why are you crying like that?" Kate was unable to answer. She just let herself go, closing her eyes, feeling her older sister's encircling her body, massaging her back. She inhaled deeply, her sister's perfume becoming obvious to her senses. Kate wanted to kiss her so badly she thought she'd go crazy. "Kate, talk to me. What happened?" "I can't," Kate murmured. "Why?" "I can't... here. Someone may hear us." "Wanna go to my room?" "Yes," Kate answered weakly. "Okay, let's go." Jane rose to her feet and helped her sister stand up. Kate worried about the possible confrontation with their mother, if she were still in the kitchen waiting for them. A sense of relief made her muscles relax a little when she entered an empty kitchen. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw her mother coming from the den. "Kate, are you all right?" "Yes, Mom. I just need to talk to Jane. And I'll be fine. I swear." Kate saw her mother's preoccupation through her light eyes. She shut her eyelids when her mother's hands combed back her hair, sweeping it over her shoulders. "All rights, girls. Just go upstairs and talk. I don't want to... intrude. I just want you to know I'm here for you if you need me." "I know, Mom," Kate said, hugging her mother. "That's why we love you." * * * Kate settled down in Jane's bed followed by her expectant sister. "Can you talk now?" Jane asked, unable to hide her impatience and curiosity. "Yeah, I think." "What's the matter with you? I don't remember having ever seen you cry like that in my whole life." "I know." "Then what happened?" Jane asked, her face coming closer to Kate's. "I just cried. I just... I don't know what happened to me. I DON'T know what's happening to me anymore. It's so... Oh, God. It's so confusing." "What are you talking about?" "I just missed... I just got jealous... of you... and..." "And?" Jane said, holding her breath for a moment. "And Sam." "Why?" Jane asked, sliding ever closer to her sister. She stared at Kate as though she was looking for clues, for half-truths and hidden messages behind her sister's eyes. "Because... I realized... I'm in love with you... when I saw Sam Neville today. I've always been in love with you, but I didn't know it. I've already told you this with not so many words. It's how I feel though, now, and I think... all my life." "You're in love in with me?" There was some incredulity in her older sister's voice. "But how about Len? How about the other boys you've dated?" "That's the confusing part. I still feel attracted to boys, but less and less now. You're so lucky to have a girl like Sam. She's so..." "Sam and I are just friends. She's straight, and I don't think she's into girls anyway." "But why do you want her then?" "I can't control who I fall in love with. And neither can you." "Yes, that's true." Kate smiled tentatively. There was a moment of silence when their eyes locked onto each other. Kate's mouth went open but no sound came out of it. She inhaled nervously, feeling some spasms in her ribcage. She made another attempt and this time she was able to whisper, "Let's make out." Jane shook as though shocked by Kate's sudden invitation. "You wanna?" Jane said almost out of breath. Kate nodded. "Yes, more than anything." Waveringly, as if in slow motion, both girls bent forward until their lips met in a passionate kiss. Kate's head swam, inebriated by the flood of feelings her sister's mouth was triggering. "Oh, Jane. I love you. I love you so much." "Stop. Don't say anything. Let's kiss... and make love." Jane stretched herself on her bed, making her younger sister lie on top of her. They exchanged kisses on the mouth, shut eyelids, brows, cheeks, increasingly warm as if on fire. Jane made Kate slide sideways, kissing her neck, licking it, letting her tongue slide up and down, tasting that girl, so passionate, so lovely, so in love. In love with HER! And they were sisters. It was amazing, unbelievable, incomprehensible. But still, it was happening, against all odds. They spent the next half hour just kissing, sometimes slowly and attentively, other times torridly and passionately. They did their best not to moan as someone could hear them from the hall. However, sometimes they could not help it, so intense was their lovemaking and their feelings for each other and for that moment. "We have to stop," Jane said suddenly. "Why?" Kate asked with some alarm. "Because I know I can't control myself," Jane said with a smile. "You can't control yourself either. Mother will hear us for sure. Although..." "Although, what?" Jane told her about their mother's confession. "Is that true?" Kate asked, unconvinced. "That's what she told me." "Yes, but she would never approve of this." "I know. That's why we have to be careful. Let's go downstairs and cool off. Soon as they go to sleep, we'll come back here and then you have to promise me you'll be quiet." Kate laughed at Jane's cautionary words. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around her sister's neck and kissed her with passion, her tongue searching for her twin companion. Jane melted again, overwhelmed by her sister's ardor. She moaned. "Sis, we have to go, or we'll get into trouble." "Just one for the road," Kate said impishly. "Open your mouth and let yourself go." Jane chortled and did as she was told. Again that untiring mouth met hers, eating her lips, biting and sucking her tongue. Kate's panties were drenched by her desire. Kate wanted to make love so badly, but they had to be wise and wait. Unwillingly she broke their kiss and jumped off the bed. "Come on, Sis. Let's go or I'll rape you right here right now." "You would, wouldn't you?" Jane said with a grin. "Yes," Kate replied, hitting her sister's ass with a friendly tap. "But don't you dare tease me, or you're gonna get some." "Oh, really? Well, if that's so then I just can't wait for tonight." * * * While Kate went to her room to crack open a book she'd been reading for the past two days, Jane traipsed down the stairs and joined her father in the den. She still felt Kate's kisses in her mouth and tongue. She blushed at the thought and wondered if her father could guess what she was thinking when he greeted her. "So, what are you watching?" she said, plunking herself down next to him. As far as Jane was concerned Mike Southerby was a laid-back, TV-addicted, workaholic father. He was an architect who designed homes of the rich and famous, including the one they lived in, although her family was far from being rich and famous. They were well-off but their father would complain they hadn't enough money to buy "frivolities" like iPods and digital cameras. "Nothing much," Mike said, enveloping her daughter's waist. "It's just a stupid game." "I can't understand how you can watch this trash." "I need to relax and empty my mind for a while. Don't be so harsh on your father." "Are you going to work late tonight?" "No, not tonight. I have a meeting first thing in the morning. Why?" "No, nothing," said Jane, shaking her head and removing her father's arm from her waist. Somehow that proximity to her father made her uncomfortable. Making out with Kate had given her a new awareness of the sexuality between family members. Now every physical contact was reinterpreted in her mind. She would search for clues to any sexual desire where there was none to find. 'I must be a sicko thinking like that,' she thought. When she looked at her father she saw his unshaven face staring at her questioningly. "What?" she asked. "You look different." "How different?" she said, becoming anxious about the direction their conversation was taking. "You don't have to worry about it. Your mother told me about Sam Neville." "She did, didn't she?" "Yes, she did. Don't be angry at her. You know she can keep a secret. I am your father, and that's why she told me." "And can *you* keep a secret?" "Jane, relax... I just... If you don't want to talk about it we won't." "No, I don't, if you don't mind." Mike sighed and offered her the remote. "Choose what you want." "No, I don't want to. I don't feel like watching TV right now. " On this remark Jane noticed her father's disappointment. It seemed as though she had hurt his feelings by rejecting his white flag. She stared at the TV screen and saw a man and woman kiss. At this point she turned to her father and thought of asking about his sexual experiences, especially those with other men. She kept quiet, however, afraid of what that conversation might lead to. She reclined on the couch, her mind becoming accustomed to the idea of becoming a vegetable in front of the TV and right next to Dad. It reminded her of the evening she came out to Kate. Soon her train of thought swerved to sex, sex with her sister. She felt her arousal return, her nipples stiff against the cotton of her T-shirt, despite the bra she was wearing. She straightened herself up on the couch, drawing her legs together, taking a quick glance at her father, worried that he could have, somehow, sensed her excitement and what had caused it. Finally, to occupy her hyperactive, sex-crazed mind, she dared ask, "Mom tells me that you've had sex with other men. Is that true?" Mike Southerby seemed taken back by her daughter's point-blank question. It took a few seconds before he regained his composure, clearing his throat. "I start to wonder whether your mother can keep a secret," he said with a growing smile. "I'm your daughter, and that's why she told me these things about you." Mike laughed. "Touché. You are a tough little girl, aren't you?" "Not so little anymore," she replied, smiling too. "What do you want to know?" "Weren't you afraid of being caught? How did you handle your friends?" "My friends never knew I slept with guys, occasionally. That part of my life has remained in the closet." "So, you never came out?" "No. I never thought myself as gay. I just liked to fool around with other guys my age, but in my mind I never had the need to get myself a label. I think that's a mistake. People shouldn't look for labels. Just do what you want and make love to whoever you want as long as you love him, or her, and she, or he, loves you back." "You sound so liberal, but... would you ever allow me to bring a boyfriend and make love to him in this house?" Mike thought for a while, then smiled. "That's a tough one. Maybe, maybe not. I know what guys can do to pressure a girl into sex." "But if I wanted it, real bad, what would you do?" "I couldn't stop you, could I?" "I doubt it," she said, with a huge grin. " That's a definite plus if you have a lesbian daughter. You don't have to worry about me bringing boyfriends home." "And are you sure you're a lesbian?" her father asked, playing with her blond tresses. "Yeah, mostly." She nodded, sighed, and rose to her feet. "I'm gonna crash. I'm pooped out." "All right. Sleep tight. And Jane..." "Yes?" She made a half turn facing her father again. "You can bring your girlfriends home if you want." Jane smiled, curbing her laughter. "Dad, that's really sweet, but... no need to... for now." * * * Jane lay awake in her bed, waiting for her parents to go to sleep. The anticipation was killing her, experiencing an oppressing sensation in her chest, making her breathing difficult. Every time she heard footsteps in the hall her pulse would shoot up. Kate was biding her time, making sure they were not going to get caught if anyone of them became too vocal during sex. Gradually she drifted to sleep and someone kissed her in the mouth, wet lips on her lips, a tongue raping her mouth, two hands feeling her ribs under the loose pajama top. Her sex responded, the slickness of it becoming wetter. The folds engorged, her clitoris so sensitive, aching to be touched by clever, skillful hands, fingers slithering in. She moaned. Then she woke up, finding herself alone in her bed. It had been a dream, and nothing but one. Disillusionment ran through her mind and body, so much so she wanted to cry out loud in anger. Kate hadn't come. Did she chicken out at the last moment? Or had she reconsidered the whole sex thing? Jane could not accept either possibility. 'Damn, where are you?' she cried out in her mind, expressing her mounting frustration, her desire still much alive between her legs. The itchy fire still burned in her loins, the lubricating wetness in the lips below could not be denied or overlooked. 'Damn, Kate... Where are you?' Jane leapt off her bed and opened the door of her room. She waited and listened to the faint sounds coming from her parents' room. Her father was snoring, which was a good sign. Her mother snored too but not so loudly. Carefully she closed the door of her room and opened Kate's. Even though her sister's room was dark she was able to guess her sister's body lying on the white sheets of her bed. Judging by her serene breathing she was sleeping. Jane kneeled next to her sister's bed and hesitated. What to do? She didn't want to wake her up, but on the other hand the craving, the need she felt was too overwhelming. "Kate?" she whispered. "Kate, wake up." Kate's eyes went open for a short-lived moment, then they closed again. "Kate, please..." Keeping her eyelids shut, Kate said, "Come on up, and make love to me... I'm just too..." She didn't finish her sentence as if her somnolence had vanquished her. Jane wavered still until Kate's eyes became open and a tired smiled loomed on her little sister's face. "What are you waiting for? Don't you want me?" "Yes," Jane breathed out, sibilating the 's'. "Then come here and fuck me with your fingers... and your tongue... and your mouth." Kate was silenced by her sister's lips, devouring her mouth, Jane's tongue like a snake entering and violating that wet cavity full of saliva and a sleepy yet eager tongue. Kate moaned. "Janey, you're so good... at this." Jane didn't say a word, because the yearning for her sister was so urgent she could not breathe in deeply to reply. She became a mad woman, unbuttoning her sister's pajama top, licking her nipples, biting the skin of her milky breasts and her midriff. Kate moaned again. "Oh, Janey..." she said, letting out a deep sigh. Without waiting too long Jane went for Kate's pajama bottom, loosening it and pushing it down her sister's legs, lifting Kate's body as she did this. Kate tried to help her but Jane hushed her and told her to be quiet. "Let me do this. You're too tired to know what you're doing." Kate smiled at her sister's seriousness, the reason she loved her so much at that moment. "Jane, kiss me." Jane looked down at her sister, her eyes already adapted to the darkness surrounding them. She did her hair up with an elastic she had taken from her sister's nightstand. And lovingly she bent down and kissed Kate, slowly, tasting her mouth, her tongue tracing her wet lips, feeling its smoothness. Kate grabbed her by the hair and kissed her passionately, making Jane moan. Jane became breathless, panting. To rest she sat up on the bed, relieving Kate of her panties and driving her sister's legs apart. Her fingers brushed against her pussy, becoming slick and wet. She explored her labia as her other hand caressed her flat belly, making rapid incursions up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. Kate whimpered, her body waving with desire, her breathing becoming heavier. She sighed. "Kate..." "Yes?" "I'm gonna eat you." "Please, do," Kate said, chuckling, seeing her sister's smile. She closed her eyes as Jane came up and kissed her before making her promise true. When Jane's tongue made contact with the wet, engorged lips down below Kate arched up, whimpering once more. "Janey... Janey..." It was almost a lament, as if she were sad, but she wasn't. Jane responded by eating her in earnest. Kate's legs began to tremble. Kate released a deep "Oohhhh", inhaling deeply, her body waving still. "Janey, I love you. I swear I do." She bit her lower lip, as if she taken by another wave of ecstasy. "Janey, Janey..." Jane stopped eating Kate. Her little sister was sobbing. "Kate, what happened?" Kate could only hold her sister's worried face. Her throat refused to emit a sound. "Kate, what happened? Why were you crying? Don't you want this? Do you want us to stop?" "No, Janey... It's because this is so amazing. You're so amazing." They kissed for a long time, silently, desire fading but still going strong. Orgasms weren't needed at that point. Sweet loving and kissing would be enough for now. They fell asleep in each other's arms. (To be continued)