Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 23:13:27 +0100 From: Jan Vincent Subject: Unexplainable Longing - Chapter 7 Hi there Here is Chapter 7 of the ongoing saga about the Southerby and the McDougall sisters. This is a more sexual chapter, and that's why it is called "Let's be sexual". I hope you will like it. To read more about myself, and sisters in love, just go to my site dedicated to my stories and this kind of relationships: http://www.sistersinlove.org -jan Unexplainable Longing By Jan Vincent Chapter 7 Let's be sexual Sam Neville sat on a bench near the main lawn of St. Patrick's when she saw Jane Southerby walking by. Jane was with her younger sister and another girl she didn't recognize. Sam felt hurt when Jane and Kate passed by without acknowledging her presence. Not even a "hi, how are ya?" Incensed, she stood up. "Hey, where are you going?" Nate asked. "Gotta go." "Where? You don't have any classes now." Sam shrugged, picking up her books and backpack. Staring at the doorway where she had seen Jane and Kate disappear, she repeated, "Gotta go." With her pulse revving up, she climbed the stairs in haste and then walked in the building. Anger raged through her body, although she didn't know why. She stopped in the middle of the hall, confused and with a growing headache. For a moment she didn't know what to do; eventually she decided she wanted to drop her books in her locker. She quickened her pace, smiling at a couple of guys who had said hi to her. Feeling a little bit better about herself, she came to a halt and talked to them. Mario Montesi and John Lowenstein were best friends and cute beyond belief. A couple of years ago she had had a major crush on Mario and then a smaller crush on John. At that time, they had both girlfriends and were unavailable. Word had it they were between girlfriends now, but she soon learned that John had a new girl in mind. "So, who's she?" she asked, making an effort not to giggle. "Oh," he said, a very attractive grin appearing on his face. "I'd better not tell you." "Why not?" "Because she has a boyfriend." "Okay, I promise not to tell. Come on, tell me." "No, sorry," said he, shaking his head, somewhat embarrassed, his hands buried in the pockets of a pair of baggy pants. "I'd better not. So, how's Nate?" "Don't you dare change the subject. Who's she? Come on, Johnny. Who is she?" Mario had listened to that conversation in silence, wearing an amused expression, but out of the blue he blurted out, "It's you, Sam. This guy has the hots for you." "Get out of here!" she exclaimed. "No, it's true, Sam. He's crazy about you. He's been like that since..." "Since when?" "Since... you know... you changed." "What? Since I look more like Avril Lavigne? Since... *that?*" "Well, no..." John said. "I didn't mean like... I just think you changed, that's all. I don't care what other people say. You just look sexier now." Sam didn't know what to feel -- if disgust or pride. She didn't know what John and Mario were trying to say. She should have felt flattered, and perhaps she was. Still.... Her train of thought came to a screeching halt when Jane Southerby turned a corner and suddenly appeared right in front of her. "Hi, Sam," greeted Jane, pulling a stray lock of her thick pale blonde hair away from her face. "Hi," replied Sam, gulping, feeling her nervousness mount. Seeing that Jane's eyes rose to meet the guys' stare, she added, "Oh, this is Johnny Lowenstein and this is Mario Montesi." "Hi," Jane said to both of them, without offering her hand. She smiled a little and then turned to Sam. "So, how are you? How was your weekend with Nate?" "Geez, I don't know why suddenly everybody is so *fucking* interested in him." She growled in anger, as if she were a wounded bear, and turned away and left, failing to see Jane's puzzled look directed at Johnny and Mario. She stormed out of the building, panting, assaulted by a growing feeling of guilt and remorse. She looked back at the school's main entrance but she stayed put, being shoved aside by high school kids who kept coming in and out. Moisture gathered up in her eyes and her face became wet with two teardrop trails. She blamed herself -- she just couldn't believe how childish she had been. "There you are," a male voice said. She focused her eyes, re-entering the real word. Nate was beside her, unable to hide his shock. "Hey, what happened? Why are you crying? Has some--" "No, I am not crying." Sam cleaned her face dry with her hand. "No, you're not," Nate stated and stared at her, leaning closer to his girlfriend. "You don't have to be so *fucking* sarcastic with me." She moved away from Nate and returning to the inside of the building. She sighed when she realized that he kept following her. She stopped and faced him. "Nate, what are you doing?" "*What am I doing?* I want to talk to you, damn it, but you keep running away from me." "What do you want to talk about?" "Why are you crying? Has some guy hurt you?" "No, it was not a guy." "A girl, then?" "It was not a girl either!" "Then who?" "It's-- It's because I am so stupid, and I keep forgetting how great you are." She stood on tiptoes and kissed him. "I... need to sort some things out. Okay? " * * * Kate Southerby was in her room doing her homework when she heard her sister Jane walking down the hall. Kate called out a greeting but didn't get an answer. Her big sister had gone to her own room without saying a word. Kate was intrigued if not angry. She got on her feet and stepped carefully into Jane's room. "What's the matter?" asked Kate. She saw Jane sit on her bed with a distant look on her alluring face, her long hair covering half of her upper chest. The shape of her sister's body was hidden under the blackness of a loose T-shirt and a pair of skin-tight jeans. "Nothing is the matter." "Oh yeah, right. As if I didn't know you. I saw you talk to Sam Neville today and the way she reacted. I don't know what you see in that crazy chick. Wake up, Sis, she's got a boyfriend, and she's straight. You said so yourself." "She's just a friend." "A friend? C'mon, Janey, who are you trying to fool?!" "She's just a friend, Kate. And quit being jealous of her. Nothing's gonna happen and you know it." "I am not jealous." "Yes, you are." "No, I am not." "Yes, you are too. You don't fool me either." "Okay, fine... I am. You win." Kate trudged back to her room. Writing the paper she had to deliver the next day was no longer a priority. She shut down the computer and called Susan Sohn, but she didn't pick up her phone. She dialed Jessica Grogan's phone number, but the most prominent member of the girl gang she belonged to didn't answer either. "Damn." Feeling tired because of the heat and the fight she'd had with her big sister, she lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. And she dreamt. She dreamt about kissing Jane and hitting Sam across the face, which started a nasty catfight, Sam digging her nails on her arms' skin, causing her to cry in pain. Sam seemed a mad girl, almost like a vampire seeking blood. Suddenly, Sam lunged like an enraged cat and bit the side of Sam's neck painfully. Kate wailed and then woke up, startled by the violence of her dream. In spite of that she felt the arousal radiating from her body. Her nipples were hard and undeniable moisture seeped out from her pussy lips and onto her panties. With a nimble jump, she got out of bed and looked for Jane, but she wasn't in her room. Still feeling her body tingle, she ran down the stairs and searched for her big sister until she found her sunbathing near the pool. Jane had changed into her favorite bikini, a tight two-piece with floral motives on it. The sexual arousal was still strong and the desire to have sex, to make love to her sister, was becoming too overwhelming. Her nipples pressed against her own bra. She should have felt embarrassed, but she didn't. She shook her head, though. To lust after one's sister was not normal; it still didn't feel okay, sometimes. Her father didn't approve of it, but Mom... kept minimizing the subject. The girls are experimenting, Mom had rationalized when confronted by it by her husband. Experimenting, huh? *Jane and I are experimenting...* Kate shook her head once more, driving away her father's outrage and her mother's analytical, detached voice, as if she didn't care. "Hey." Kate looked up, snapping out of her daydream. Her sister had gone past her and into the kitchen and said hey. Was that a peace offering? Instead of being too obvious, Kate chose caution. She went over to the poolside, removed her sundress with tiny white flowers against a navy blue background and shrugged off her bra. She debated with herself whether she should chuck off her panties onto the floor, too, and shock her sister by sunbathing in the nude. In the end, she lay down on a lawn chair, keeping her panties on -- for the time being. When her sister returned to the poolside, she heard, "What are you doing?" Kate braced herself up with her elbows, displaying her uncovered breasts to her sister, on purpose. With delight she noticed Jane appraising her body, her stare zeroing in on her breasts... They had been lovers, but being overtly intimate wasn't an easy thing between them. And whose fault was that? Sam's? "I'm sunbathing." "In your panties?" "Yeah, what's wrong with that?" "As if you don't have a bathing suit..." said Jane, finally reoccupying her lawn chair. "I think it's naughtier like this," Kate said and then giggled. Jane's stern expression gave way to a flimsy smile. She shut her eyes and faced the sun. "Dad's home," the older girl warned after a moment of silence between them. "And you'd better put some sun lotion on yourself. It's not like you tan easily. You'll get sunburned and then I'll have to hear you say how stupid you were." "I was waiting for you. I want you to rub some of it on me, in me, if you know what I mean." Jane turned to her sister, as though to assess better what her little sister had just said. Kate took in her sister's blue-eyed stare. Jane was so beautiful, especially when her strikingly-formed mouth, her red lips, partially covered by some pale blonde strands of hair, parted with desire. She could see it by the way Jane held her breath, her stomach becoming still as if paralyzed. Kate felt the moisture if not downright wetness gathering up between her legs. She pressed her pubis against the lawn chair, enjoying the growing tingle caused by her engorged clitoris against the chair. Then, she stood up and kneeled closer to Jane. "I'm sorry, Janey." "What for?" "For being mean to you." She looked down at her sister, diminishing the distance between her face and her big sister's. "It's no big deal. And... you're probably right. I'm making a fool of myself over a straight girl." "Yeah." "While you're here... making a fool of yourself... over me." Kate sprang up to her feet immediately. She wanted to leave. She didn't want to be humiliated because of Sam. Jane pulled her down again by her forearm. "Don't go. I didn't mean like that. I am just... grateful..." "I don't want your gratitude." "Kate..." Jane said as she sat up on her chair and faced her hunkering little sister. "I am a moron. I am! If I ever let you go." "Yeah, still... I don't want your gratitude." "Listen to me. You didn't let me finish. I am grateful that you're here with me. I am grateful you're my little sister. I am grateful that you love me, no matter what. I am grateful we're close and we trust each other. I have plenty of reasons to be grateful for." "Yeah, still..." "Still? What?" "Mom says we're *experimenting*. Are we?" "Aren't we?" "No, of course not." "What do you mean? You've got Len. I've got nobody. So who's experimenting?" "No, you're wrong... I... broke up with him." "When?" Jane asked with a seemingly even expression, which surprised Kate. She couldn't forget the way her big sister had freaked out the last time she had mentioned such a possibility. "A couple of weeks ago. He actually dumped me... He said he couldn't handle my hesitations. He said I was just a kid, I needed to grow up, blah, blah, blah... I hit him hard, and kicked him. I've never.... been so mad in my goddamned life." Kate felt her sister's hand petting her cheek. She closed her eyes, relishing being comforted by her big sister. She held Jane's hand, turned it over and kissed her palm, then looked up and stared into her sister's eyes. "I want you." Jane trembled for a moment, holding her breath. "I do. Let's make love. Please. In your room. I need you." "But Dad..." "I promise I'll be quiet." Kate melted when Jane smiled and her blue eyes shone in a moment of mutual understanding. "Come, baby," Jane said, holding out her hand. "I can't resist you, can I?" * * * Jane and Kate climbed up the stairs as noiselessly as possible. Their father was working in the study room and they didn't want to barge into him. Kate was in a compromising state of undress, as she didn't bother to slip back into her sundress and bra, which she held against her naked body. As they sashayed in Jane's room, Kate let her clothes fall on the floor, and kissed Jane with passion. Jane smiled, pushing her little sister onto her bed, spreading herself on Kate's body, feeling her nipples graze against her bikini top. She waited a little, taking in Kate's intensity. It seemed to Jane they had been lovers forever. "What?" "You're beautiful." Kate giggled, pulling her sister down, kissing her mouth, slipping a tongue in. Jane moaned, offering her neck to be kissed. She shook when Kate's teeth nibbled it, making her press her thighs against Kate's thigh, trapping the heat within. Her bikini bottom was getting wet, Kate's thigh exerting the right pressure against her clit. She cupped Kate's naked breast and licked the hardened nipple. Kate sighed and then moaned her name. "Yes?" "I love you." Jane grinned and covered her little sister's lips with kisses. "I love *you*. Let's take it slow. I want to make this special for you." "Why?" "Ssh," Jane hushed. "Be quiet. Just enjoy the moment." Jane saw her younger sister shut her eyes, as her hands kneaded Kate's body, relieving her of the last piece of clothing, her sister's soaked cotton panties. Jane sniffed at them, inhaled the fragrance, making sure her sister saw it. Kate giggled. "You're a pervert, didn't you know that?" "Yeah, but this is the perv you want, don't ya?" "Yes. Make love to me. Please, I can't stand it. Kiss it, lick me..." Kate's arousal was evident by the way she gyrated her hips, the growing reddishness of her pussy lips. Jane held her sister's hips and let her tongue out, pressing against Kate's pussy. Her little sister jumped a bit, opening her legs even more. "Jane, stop teasing... me. That's not fair." "I want this to last, little one. And you gotta beg." "Okay... Please, please, please..." Jane chuckled by her childish pleading and the eager way she reached for the knot of her older sister's bikini top, pulling it off with a wicked a smile. "There, your boobs are mine," said Kate, squeezing them, playing with the taut nipples with her fingers. "Now, lick me. Please. Or, at least, kiss me." Jane didn't do either. She pressed her pointed nipples against her sister's stomach and let her body slide against her sister's body, so that Kate could feel her arousal by the way her nipples glided against her little sister's sensitive skin. As they made love, their bodies became slippery. Sweat and pussy secretions mingled, exciting them. Jane kept teasing her whimpering, withering little sister, penetrating her with one finger and then two, touching the walls of her engorged, soaking wet vagina. Kate moaned lowly, her stomach waving in growing ecstasy. Jane licked her mons, her nostrils breathing in the fragrance of female arousal. "Lick my clit," Kate wailed, pushing her sister's head down. "Please, enough teasing." "No, you've been a bad girl and teasing is what you deserve." "No, please, lick me down there. Lick, please. I'll be a good girl. I promise." Jane grinned again. Kate was joining the game, her voice becoming as childish as a nine-year-old's, but Jane was determined to make it last. She kept sliding up her sister's body to kiss her on the mouth and then down to pay attention to the puffy lips below, penetrating them, reveling in the growing wetness and the way Kate's midriff waved with desire. Every time Kate came closer to the orgasm, she would relent her ministrations, the licking and the kissing. She could see Kate's mounting frustration, but her willingness to go slow did not waver. "Janey." "Yeah?" "Make me come." Jane kissed her and smiled, pressing her pubis against Kate's. She was enjoying the dry humping. "Let's come like this, together." "That won't work. Slide down a little and let me raise my legs." Jane smiled, a little surprised by her younger sister's knowledge. In this new position, her clits could touch each other, and the dry humping became more intense. When Kate began to moan louder, Jane warned, "Dad. Downstairs. Remember?" "I don't care." "But I do, so keep it quiet. You promised." * * * Kate looked at her older sister and lost herself in her blue-eyed stare. She shut her eyes when the orgasm invaded her and took hold of all her senses, sharpened by the desire she felt for Jane. "Janey," she moaned. "Janey, love me, be mine. And come for me. Come!" "I need your fingers inside me." Soon as Kate penetrated her, Jane tensed up, and wailed softly, shutting her eyes as if in pain. But it wasn't. Her older sister was having a powerful orgasm, drenching Kate's crotch with her pleasure. Jane kept caressing Kate's left breast and its nipple, blowing some air against it. "You wanna make me come again?" Jane faced her baby sister. "Wouldn't you?" Kate chuckled. "I would." They ceased talking for a while, Kate enjoying her sister's petting. She kept kissing her body here and there, fueling her desire, her wetness non-stop. "Janey?" At long last Kate decided to break the silence. "Yeah?" "You still want Sam, don't you?" "Kate, let's not talk about it." "But I want to." "But I don't," said Jane, propping herself up and away from Kate. "I will help you." "Help me? How?" "Let's seduce her... together." Jane's eyes became bigger for a moment. Then she gave out an incredulous laugh. "Yeah, we come up to her and say, 'Hi, Sam. Wanna come to our house and fuck? Oh, by the way, we're sisters, but we fuck too.'" Kate laughed at her sister's theatricality. "Well, that'd be a good start." "You're serious, aren't you?" "Dead serious." "But you are so jealous of her. How come you became so generous all of a sudden?" "I'm your sister. I know what you want. You want her, because she's the forbidden fruit. She's unreachable. She's straight." Kate started laughing, realizing the absurdity of it all. "Yes, straight girls are more forbidden to you than your own sister, get it? If it was the other way around you'd want me... instead of Sam." "Hey, that's not fair. That's not even true." "Really? I am not so sure of that." * * * Jeannie McDougall was combing her long straight hair in front of the bathroom mirror when her twin sister Zoe walked in without saying a word. Jeannie had just taken a long relaxing bath. She felt somewhat tired, experiencing a residual pain affecting the shoulder that got injured by shotgun pellets. How long ago had it been? She had almost died... and her twin sister Zoe had saved her. "Zoe?" "Yeah?" Her twin sister looked up as she peed with her legs drawn together -- her recent modesty looked weird in Jeannie's eyes. "Remember when we ran away?" "Yes, I do. Why?" "Sometimes my shoulder hurts." "Still?" "Well, sometimes." Jeannie rotated her shoulder to drive away the ghost of an old ailment. "Do you wanna a massage?" "No, it's okay." "I am not going to do anything, you know?" Jeannie turned to face her sister. She understood what her twin sister meant. They had made a deal. Anything sexual between them was now off-limits. She thought about what to say. She remained silent, as she didn't want to be misunderstood. She could not deny that sometimes she felt the urge to regain her intimacy with Zoe. Her twin sister was no longer the aggressive tomboy she used to be when they were fifteen. Zoe was sweeter and gentler now, as though she kept making amends for their troubled past. Paradoxically, they had grown closer since they started dating the opposite sex. Carlos Mendez was a sexy hunk, and she felt protected by his strong biceps and muscular, flat stomach. Still, she missed her earlier intimacy with Zoe, and those feelings kept developing -- and the closer they became... Jeannie shook her head, as she noticed her arousal: her nipples were stiffer against the towel covering her body. Zoe stood in the front of the mirror, next to Jeannie. She examined her forehead for zits. She swept her hair away from her face, smiling at the reflection of her twin sister. "You look very thoughtful today." "Yeah." "You sound sad, too." "Yeah." "You sure you don't want a massage?" Jeannie faced Zoe and held her breath. "Are you sure you want to do that?" "Yes, I am. What's the big deal? It's only a massage." "Okay, you win." Jeannie went over to her bed and stretched herself out on the comforter, and waited for Zoe with her eyes closed. "I'm waiting here. Go fetch the oil, okay?" "Where is it?" "In Linda's bathroom." "Okay, I'll be right back." Jeannie remained in her prone position, feeling her body responding to her daydreaming. She ejected those thoughts from her head, but her body betrayed her. She was getting excited by the prospect of a massage by Zoe. Her sister said it was just a massage, but her own body said otherwise. Involuntarily, she pressed her lower body against the bed, increasing the pressure of clitoris against the rough edges of the towel. She stopped, half ashamed, half worried that her sister could sense her arousal. That would be too embarrassing. In spite of it, she kept pressing her mons against the towel, feeling the walls of her pussy becoming engorged and wet with her secretions. "Okay, I got it," said Zoe as she walked back in their bedroom. "Ready?" "Yes." "But we can't do it like that." "What do you mean?" asked Jeannie, opening her eyes, propping herself up with an elbow. "You have to give me access to your shoulder; otherwise, it won't work. Besides, we need a towel under you; we don't want stains of massage oil on the comforter, or Mom will have a fit." "So, what do you suggest?" "Lose the towel and use it to cover the comforter." "But I'll be naked. I don't have any panties on." "Jeannie, we see each other naked all the time. Stop being so damn prudish." "I'm not prudish. *You* are." "What are you talking about?" "The way you pee -- I mean, that's stupid. I'm your sister. You don't have to hide your pussy behind your legs." "What are you talking about?" "Okay, forget it." Jeannie got out of bed, unwrapped herself from the towel and followed Zoe's suggestion. She lay naked on her towel and shut her eyes, waiting for her sister to begin with the promised massage. "Zoe, what are you waiting for?" After a moment of hesitation, Zoe kneeled on the bed. Jeannie felt her twin sister straddle her stretched out legs. A slow stream of oily liquid was poured on her back, delighting her with pleasure. The massage oil felt cold against her warm body. Her sister's hands began to spread it with slow movements. It seemed as though Zoe was studying the contour of her back, the ribs under the skin, the way the small of her back turned upwards, giving way to her butt. She felt like spreading her legs a little, but her movement was prevented by Zoe's thighs. Jeannie's pussy was reacting to the sensual massage by secreting an undeniable slow stream of wetness. She wanted to moan, but all she did was to wiggle her butt from side to side. Suddenly, Jeannie turned over beneath Zoe, facing her surprised sister. "Zoe?" "Yes?" "What are you doing?" "*What am I doing?*" "You're turning me on -- on purpose." "No, I am not. I'm just giving you a massage." "Stop lying. You want me." Zoe stared at her twin sister with incredulity. All of a sudden, she jumped out of the bed and said, "You know what? You're crazy. I've got a boyfriend. I don't need this shit anymore. You're playing games with me, Sis. And I won't have it. Not this time." "ZOE!" "Forget it!" And before Zoe left their bedroom, she dropped the oil bottle on the floor without looking back once. * * * Zoe fetched her bike and pedaled to her boyfriend's house. His name was Todd Remick. He was tall, good-looking, and with the reputation of being a bad ass. Only she knew the true nature of Todd. He was tender, passionate and was in love with her. He'd wanted to marry her before she was gone, but she'd refused. College life and being miles apart was not a good way to start a marriage, she explained. He looked hurt, but eventually he agreed to postpone his plans. Knowing this, and the pressure she had felt from him, made her waver in her decision to go to Todd's. Instead, she veered toward the beach, the place where her sisters called home. She wheeled toward the surf school. She wanted to see her instructor, Lee Mansfield, and his gorgeous assistant, the ultimate girl surfer: Nadine Kozlowski. Nadine was a German undergrad at the University of Florida, who was fearless as she was gorgeous. At first, her long legs had been an impediment on the surfboard, but as soon as she got the right balance between her height and the gravity center on the board she had become one of the best female surfers on the planet. To top her amazing skills, Nadine was an extremely attractive 23-year-old, with long dark blonde hair, with straw yellow highlights, and a body to die for. Lee and Nadine made a dream couple, she thought, sighing, as she dismounted her bike right in front of the surf school. To her disappointment, the school was closed and she saw nobody nearby. She took off her sneakers and walked on the sand barefoot, her head low, thinking about what had happened earlier in the morning. She was sick and tired of Jeannie's head games. She knew Jeannie was aroused by her massage, but her slightly younger sister hadn't been straightforward. Jeannie was incapable of acknowledging her own desire, and so she pretended she didn't know what was happening, accusing her of taking the massage too far -- which was unfair, untrue, and really maddening. "Hey, Jeannie." Zoe turned to see Nadine walking towards her on the hot sand. "Hi, Nadine." "How are you? Where's your sister?" "Actually, I am Zoe. Jeannie's home." Nadine came closer; wearing an apologetic smile, she said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm really bad at this. I didn't mean to--" "That's okay." "And where is the hunk of your boyfriend? Todd--" "--Remick," Zoe helped. "Yes, that's right. I'm really bad at names, and recognizing faces." "I know what you mean. Where's Lee, actually?" "Oh, the usual. Surfing with the guys. He closed the school for today, so he could go with his buddies to Pompano Beach and catch some waves." "And how about you? Why didn't you go with them?" "No way. That's a male bonding thing. If I were there I'd be as disruptive as hell." "I can see why." Zoe laughed. Nadine responded with a grimace of mock surprise. "You'd be too, so shut up!" Zoe was about to thank her, when Nadine was distracted by a guy calling her name. Her friend turned and protected her eyes from the stinging sunrays, which gave Zoe the chance to examine Nadine's perfect body up close. She was wearing a much too small bikini with yellow and white stripes. Her long legs joined her smooth-skinned, cellulite-free bottom, and her boobs were large without being disproportionate to her slender body frame. Zoe caught herself. She was definitely attracted to Nadine; the reactions of her own body proved it beyond any lingering doubt. She felt her nipples rise and tease against her tank top and her pussy was oozing its secretions onto her panties. "Hey, where are ya? Daydreaming about your boyfriend?" Zoe looked up and saw Nadine sneering at her with a scoffing grin. She was astonishingly beautiful when she smiled. Zoe blushed mightily as this thought crossed her mind. She muttered, "No, not at all." "But you seem a little bit hot and bothered. Wanna go catch some waves to cool it down?" "No... I am not nearly as good as you. It'd be embarrassing." "Come on, pick your board and let's go. I won't take no for an answer." Zoe sighed as she saw Nadine carrying her surfboard with unbeatable confidence. "Come on, Zoe. I can teach you some tricks you normally don't learn in school." "Okay, but I like to take it slow." "Always, honey," said Nadine, winking at her. "I *always* take it slow." Zoe giggled, blushing once again. The sexual innuendo in Nadine's words was baffling. Was she making a pass at her? "Well, uhm, there's another problem." "What's that?" "I'm not wearing a bathing suit." "Oh, that's not a problem. You can borrow one of mine." Without waiting for an answer, Nadine unlocked the door of the school and walked in. A few minutes later, with a triumphant smile, she appeared with two two-pieces in her hands. "Okay, I found a couple. Try them on. You'll be stunning in any of these." "But I don't have your body. You are so..." "Nonsense. Just go in there and change. I promise I won't peek." With some reluctance, she finally agreed. She closed the school's door and rapidly changed into the blue, white, and red bikini. It was as brief and daring as the one Nadine was wearing at that very moment. She felt confused, scared, but at the same time unusually excited. She just couldn't believe what was happening to her. She searched for a mirror and she found one near the changing booths of the school's shopping area. Zoe had to concede that Nadine was right. She looked stunning in that two-piece. She realized her breasts had filled up nicely during the past few months and she had dropped a few extra pounds at the local gym. Wow, she thought. I am so ready for it. Nadine and Zoe surfed for a couple of hours, being ogled by the beachgoers who weren't used to see two attractive blondes surfing the crest of the waves with aptitude. They smiled at each other when they heard a couple of guys whistling and waving at them. "Guys!" Nadine said, rolling her eyes, and sending Zoe a two-dimpled grin. "I am a little bit tired right now. Let's take a rest and have some drinks." "All right." They paddled onto the shore stretched out on their surfboards. Zoe heaved a sigh of relief when she walked onto the sand, carrying the board with some difficulty. "Are you tired?" Nadine asked with some concern. "Yes. I'm not used to surfing for so long." "Let go of the board and bend down, with your hands on your knees." Zoe did as she was told and remained in that position with her eyes shut, experiencing some dizziness. During this time, she felt the coolness of Nadine's wet hand pressing against her warm cheeks and forehead. "We'll go to my place. I'll make a nice, tasty, sugary drink. You'll feel fine in a question of minutes." "Are you sure?" Zoe asked, making an effort to straighten herself up. "What about the boards?" "Don't you worry about that. I'll take care of them. Just go and sit on the sand, and wait for me in front of the school, all right?" A half hour and a relaxing shower later, Zoe was at Nadine's place. It was a roomy place with a spectacular view to the beach and the Atlantic behind it. Lee's and Nadine's pictures and trophies were omnipresent. A couple of framed diplomas hung on the walls with Nadine's and her boyfriend's name. Nadine was preparing the promised drinks, while Zoe scanned the spacious living room, taking in the harmony of it and the smell of just bought leather sofas. It was obvious the sponsor deals and the school kept their finances in a healthy state. Zoe traipsed closer to a piano; on its cover stood a couple of framed photos. One of those was yet another picture of Nadine and Lee smiling merrily; yet, the second was a younger version of Nadine with another blonde girl that looked a lot like her. "That's my sister and me," said Nadine with a grin, handing the drink over to Zoe. "Really? You two look alike. Are you twins?" Nadine sat on the sofa, pulling her hair away from her ears and keeping it up for a while. "No, no such luck. Sabine is thirteen months younger than me. We're very close, though." "Where is she?" Zoe asked, still walking about, stealing glances at the sea and the beach through the large windows of the house. "In Germany, with our grandparents. She wants to learn proper German with them. Mom and Dad just don't have the patience to teach us how to speak it properly." "How long have you been here?" "You mean, in the United States?" Zoe nodded, taking another long sip of her delicious drink. "Since I was seven." "That explains why your English is so good." "Well, you should hear me when I was younger." There was a lull in their conversation. Zoe took a glimpse at Nadine and saw how pensive she was. This was a surprising new side of the German girl's personality. Nadine seemed always so energetic, and fidgety, that the last thing Zoe had expected was to see a quiet, contemplative Nadine. "Zoe, sit down... Next to me. I need to talk to you." "All right." Zoe occupied the free place on Nadine's sofa. "Okay, I'm all ears." "I've been meaning to ask you this earlier, but the classes, Lee, and the rest of the guys... You know what I mean... The school's always such a mess." "I know." Zoe nodded, slurping at the remains of her drink, which was giving her a kind of sugar high. "I don't know how to start this... but... I've heard the rumors about your sisters... Linda and Nikki, right? And how they kissed each other on the beach, right? I just wanted to tell you that... uhm... I found that... amazingly brave. Because... I'd never do that. I am such a coward, you know." "What are you trying to say?" asked Zoe, feeling utterly uncomfortable with the direction of their conversation. "I've also heard some rumors about you and your sister Jeannie..." "Look, Nadine. I--" "I know you've got boyfriends and all, but... I just can feel it's true, you know. Sabine and I... we're lovers. Lee doesn't know. Actually, you are the first person I ever told this. Because I knew you would understand, right?" (to be continued? send comments to the author!!!! :) ) Comments are always welcome! Send them to: jan123@hotmail.com