Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 08:17:46 +0100 From: Jan Vincent Subject: Unexplainable Longing - Ch. 9 Chapter 9 The Kiss Jeannie McDougall watched herself in the mirror of the bathroom, checking for any signs of flab or premature cellulite. She heaved a sigh of relief when she found none. Too young for that, she thought. She was seventeen, almost eighteen, but still she already got worried with being too old. Sometimes she really missed the time when all her sisters were still living at home. Linda, Nikki, Zoe, and herself. No boyfriends. No girlfriends. Just the four of them. For the last four months she had barely seen her twin. Nadine had become Zoe's best friend. Her sister would go to the surf school in the afternoon when she didn't have classes, making errands for the German girl, and attending to clients of the surf school. Under Nadine's influence, Zoe had become a full-fledged girl surfer, being hit on by hundreds of guys Attractive female surfers were hot items on the beach. Jeannie knew that. It was the reason why they had started learning how to surf when they turned fifteen. How long ago had it been? Jeannie held her hairbrush and smoothed her lustrous blonde hair with it. Absentmindedly she kept brushing her hair, removing any kinks and knots. She checked for split ends but found none. She had let her hair grow down to her waistline, something that her boyfriend Carlos found sexy beyond belief. He was crazy about her. He could barely keep his hands to himself when she was around. So often she had to slap his hands off of her. So far they made love twice, but somehow she found his lust childish and his demeanor insecure. He was a terribly jealous guy. When they walked down the promenade and guys looked at her, he'd always make a scene: "Where are you looking at?" Sometimes the guys ignored him, but other times they didn't, and scuffles became unavoidable. She'd push him away from trouble, but it seemed as though he looked for it on purpose, as if to show her how much a manly man he was, how much he really loved her. Jeannie sat down on her bed and heaved a deep sigh. Her hand kept playing with the hairbrush, as her eyes scanned her room. It was a mess. Books, magazines, half-eaten chips, a basketball, discarded clothes, belts, shoes, stacks of CDs and DVDs, all of that lay on the floor. She missed Linda. She missed her voice, the way she got angry with them when they didn't clean after them. She had been a second mom to all of her sisters and herself. Their mother had vowed to change her ways, but old habits were hard to break. She worked long hours for the family business, and she had started drinking again. Dad wouldn't be home either, always traveling, always searching for new business opportunities, even if that meant to fly 50,000 miles around the globe. The new $80,000 Mercedes convertible they had bought so required. She checked her cell phone for any new messages. Carlos had called twice; Margo Hughes, her new best friend at school, three times; and Zoe once. She decided to call her sister and know what she was up to. She dialed her sister's number and waited. "Jeannie?" Zoe said on the other end of the line. "Is it you?" "No, it's the Little Red Hiding Hood." "Cute, but if you the Little Red Hiding Hood, who am I then?" "The wolf?" Her sister chuckled. "Funny, very funny." "Why did you call me?" "Just to tell you I am gonna hang out with Nadine till really late. Her sister Sabine has just arrived from Germany and Nadine is throwing a party. So, don't wait up." "So, when are you coming back?" "Most probably I won't. I'll sleep at Nadine's." "Mom and Dad won't like it, you know that." "They won't know unless you tell them." "Mom always checks on us when she gets home." "I took care of that. I put a pillow under the covers of my bed." "And you think she's going to fall for that?" "Yes, she'll be too drunk to know the difference." Jeannie sighed. She knew her sister was right. Their mother was becoming unpredictable again. Somehow their mother didn't handle stress very well. "Bye, babe. See you tomorrow." "Wait," Jeannie said before her sister was able to hang up. "What?" "Can I come?" There was a moment of silence between them. Jeannie got angry "Hey, if you don't want me there, just say so." "No, that's not it. I'm just surprised you want to hang out with us. What about your boyfriend?" "Can I bring him too?" "No, I don't think so. It's a girls-only party followed by a girl's night out. But if you want I can ask Nadine if he can come too." "No, don't bother. I won't go. It's obvious I'm not wanted." "Don't be silly. Of course you can come. Nadine is always asking about you, but you've never showed any interest in hanging out with us." "Yeah, I have a boyfriend too." "Wait, Nadine has just arrived. I'm gonna ask her about Carlos." Jeannie waited, checking her nails, sighing. She realized she actually didn't want to bring him along. Somehow she couldn't picture herself showing up with her boyfriend in a girls-only party. She knew how uncomfortable he'd feel. Or maybe not. Probably she was the one who'd feel embarrassed by his flirtatious demeanor when he was around other girls. "Jeannie, are you still there?" "Yes." "Nadine said that's up to you." "Up to me? What?" "You can bring him along if you want." "That's the same as saying nothing." "That's what she said." "Okay, I'll think about it." * * * It was Spring Break. The time to go wild. Alcohol. Pills. Oversexed guys looking for an easy score. Day-after pills. Sex. Beer. Lots of beer. This was the time of the year when hormones raged, when girls got sick and pregnant because of unsafe sex. This was the time of the year when eggs were painted and chocolate bunnies were eaten. This was the time of the year when Nikki asked Linda's hand, in a mock wedding for two. Linda had grinned, moved, with tears in her eyes. They had kissed and made love in a Miami hotel room. Outside, drunken college guys and girls partied in the pool, yelling how much of a good time they were having. It was morning again. The light fell on her sister's naked body, half hidden by her own. Nikki drew a wavy line on her sister's soft skin with her nails; first around her breasts, then down her belly, her navel, her dark blonde tuft of pubic hair. She felt her sister's body quake in an almost imperceptible way. She brought the nail of her forefinger to the areolae, teased the nipples and watched them grow, becoming redder, engorged with blood, regaining the essence of life. Her sleeping sister reminded her of a poster by Victoria Francé called The Kiss. She'd seen it and gaped at it in a friend's dorm room. A female vampire kissed a girl from whose mouth ran a red line of blood. It was uncanny the similarities between the female vampire and her sister. Could she then be the vampire's victim, being kissed until her lips bled? Linda had told her about her fantasies about becoming a predatory lesbian vampire, ravishing defenseless, innocent, young damsels, and teaching them the ways of women. Nikki smiled at this. Her older sister had a way with words. She knew how to turn a seemingly innocuous event into a sexually charged occasion, turning her on beyond belief. While men were usually visual, women were usually verbal. The right word could be everything. And her sister knew that in plenty. Desire returned. Nikki kissed her sister's neck. Licked it. Nibbled the skin near the collarbone, her hands following the slope, the sensual curve of her sister's breast. She caught her breath as though afraid of waking her up and ruining the moment. She went for her sister's left ear, and raped it with her tongue. Linda's body shuddered again under her body. Nikki smiled, pressing her pubis, her moist crotch against her sister's warm thigh. You're my Sleepy Beauty. You're my sleepy lesbian vampire, my Carmilla, and I will be your willing Laura. You can suck my blood, you can suck me dry, with sore lips, and sore eyes. Nikki smiled again. Desire grew and the need to press herself against Linda's thigh became more urgent. Moisture became wetness below, turning soft skin into slippery, glistening skin, impregnated with her liquid odor that ran down their thighs and onto the sheets. "Nikki?" "Yes." Disappointment. Linda had awakened. Her plan had failed. "You're wet." "Yes." She was somewhat breathless. Linda batted her eyelids, still in the throes of slumber. "Did you come?" "Not yet." "Do you wanna?" "Shh. Don't talk. You're ruining the moment." Linda smiled, each hand grabbing one buttock, pressing her sister's sex down, increasing the pressure against her own thigh. Nikki moaned. "Kiss me." Linda's smile became a grin, then she became serious and brought her lips up until they met her sister's. She freed her sister's ass to brush aside her sister's long hair curtaining her face. "You can make come with just a kiss," Linda said. "You can make come with just a kiss, didn't you know that?" Nikki panted. "Yes." She swallowed, her breathing accelerating, the wetness flowing, increasing the squishing sounds when they moved and humped each other's lower bellies. Both sisters kissed passionately, pink lips, red tongues, running saliva, exchanging warmth and choked moans. They humped again, their hipbones, their thighs, as their wet lips, up and below, did the fucking. "Bite me." "What?" Linda was puzzled, her eyes became rounder. "Bite my lips. I want you to suck my blood. I want you to be my vampire. My lesbian vampire." Nikki felt Linda shudder under her body, while her dripping sex kept skidding against her sister's soaking wet thigh. Sensing her older sister's hesitation, she pleaded again, with her voice altered by breathtaking desire. "I want you to kiss me like in that picture. Victoria's. Remember?" "Yeah. But I don't wanna hurt you." "Bite me. Bite me. Bite me! I don't care!" It was as though desire was making her blind to the consequences. Nikki shut her eyelids, offering her lips to her sister's mouth, waiting for the fangs of the vampire. Linda pulled her sister's hair away from her face. Nikki opened her eyes, her mouth lunging for her older sister's, impelling her to commit the crime, to spill the blood, making them true blood sisters. The orgasm was coming. The orgasm was rising like a wave, starting in her throbbing lips below, and spreading across her lower belly, up to her midriff, down her thighs, legs, toes, and then up her arms and fingers, finally reaching her head in a monumental cosmic explosion. Nikki let out a moan. It had sounded like she had been hurt, pierced with a dagger, killed for an unknown reason, possibly treason, like a deposed princess. She felt her own sex squirt, making the sheets wetter, if that was possible. She pressed herself again her sister's body, touching her breasts, her nipples, kneading them, making them wet with her own secretions. "You didn't bite me. And you didn't come." "I don't wanna hurt you." "You can only hurt me if you leave me." Linda cradled her sister's face, pressing her pubis against her sister's soaking thigh. "You know I cannot even if I wanted to. You've put a spell on me since that volleyball game on the beach. When you were sixteen and I was seventeen. Remember?" "No, you put a spell on me when you stared at me and kissed me in your bed. I'd gone clubbing with the twins and our surf instructors, remember? And you stayed home God knows why." "I was thinking about you. I realized how much I loved you. I realized I'd been in love with you all my life and hadn't noticed it." "Yeah, sisters in love. Is that cool or what?" "Most people don't think that way." "I don't fucking care. Bite me." "You really serious about it, aren't you?" "You told me you fantasized about biting me. You fantasized about becoming a vampire. I want you to be my Carmilla and I want to become your Laura." Linda laughed. "You're so pretty when you're so serious." "Don't talk. Bite me." Linda slid her arms around her sister's naked waist and in a nimble move made her turn over. She pushed herself against her sister's hipbone. She said, "In that case we have to be in the right position." She juxtaposed her lips with Nikki's, pushed her tongue in, licking her teeth, her gums, tasting her mouth. Nikki moaned. "Bite me." "Patience is a virtue." Linda kept kissing those eager lips, so red, so full-bloodied, so alive, sore from their endless kissing. She wetted them with her tongue. Nikki teased back her sister's tongue with her teeth and her own tongue. She bit her older sister's lips to entice her to the final conclusion. Her whole mouth hurt and throbbed, waiting for what she asked for, until she felt the bite and the bittersweet taste of a liquid other than saliva. It was red and trickled down her cheek. Even more passionately Nikki kissed her, sensing another orgasmic wave rolling and tumbling inside her. She closed her eyes, thrusting her sister's sex against her hipbone, penetrating her with it. She felt her sister convulse, catching her breath, her sister's long hair enshrouding them both in a golden cocoon of sex, desire, and vampirish lust * * * Jane looked at Kate as her sister typed in an answer to HottieThing18. "So, who's she?" "Her name is Nicole, but everybody calls her Nikki. She just described me the hottest sex ever." "With whom?" Kate grinned without looking at Jane. "Her big sis." "You kidding me, right?" "Nope." "And how do you know she's telling the truth?" Kate shrugged. "We talked on the phone. And she even sent me her pic. Together with her sis. And they are absolutely hot. I can't even believe they're real." "Just be careful. I don't want to see you hurt. Internet can be very dangerous." "I know. But we talked on the phone and she really seemed sincere. They're college girls. Anyway, you already know her." "Do I?" "Yes. I was chatting with a girl and she asked me if she could chat with you too, remember?" "Vaguely." "That was before I told you I liked you in a special way." Kate grinned again, still typing at a vertiginous speed. "Did you talk with her about me?" "Yeah, I told her how cool you were and such." "And such?" "Yeah." "What would you mean with 'such'?" "Stuff." "Could you be more specific?" "Nah." "C'mon." Jane tickled her sister in the ribcage, but her fingers were promptly swatted away. "Stop it, damn it," Kate said, grinning, repressing some laughter, holding the offensive fingers at bay. "I'm chatting with her." "Just tell her you're making out with me." "I will only do it if that's the truth." Jane bent over and kissed Kate on her half-open mouth, cupping her white T-shirt-clad breast. The fondling continued as the kissed lingered on, the forefinger and the thumb caressing the nipple, despite the T-shirt and the bra in between. When the kiss ended, Kate was breathless. "You're so hot." Jane grinned, flipping her sister's hair over her shoulder. "You're a hottie too, Ms. CrazyBlonde17." "Not as hot as you." "Shut up and type." Jane read the reply in the instant messenger's window. HottieThing18 was definitely turned on by what Kate had just described. "Ask her to send us a pic of her kissing her sister," Jane said, still quite skeptic. Kate deftly typed in Jane's request. HottieThing18's answer was dubious. "ill try. my sis is kinda difficult about sending personal stuff." "Did you send her your pic too?" Jane asked. "I did." "And mine too?" "Yes... Uh... Is that a problem?" Kate looked at her sister with visible embarrassment. "Fuck, yeah. You should've asked me first." "Please, don't be angry." "I'm not angry. I'm just disappointed. It seems I can't trust you." "But they're really nice. You should see their pic. They're so absolutely gorgeous. They are the sexiest girls I've ever seen. I swear." "And they are sisters?" "Yes, they are. They really look alike. Just look." After sending a "be-right-back" to HottieThing18, Kate quickly found a picture file on the desktop of her computer and clicked on it. She waited for the launch of Photoshop to end and suddenly a picture of two smiling blonde girls materialized on the screen. Jane had only one answer: "Wow! They're fucking gorgeous!" "Didn't I tell you?" "And who's HottieThing18?" "The one on the right. The girl on the left is her older sister." "And they are lovers?" "Yeah. I told you so." "I just can't believe that. They're so fucking gorgeous. Do they have boyfriends? Girlfriends?" "No. They're girlfriends of each other." "C'mon, no fucking way." "They've been together for a couple of years now. She said that she even made her big sis kiss her on the beach, in front of everybody. She wanted her to prove that she really loved her." "I find it hard to believe. They're too good to be true." Jane left her sister's bedroom, slightly upset, and walked down the hall to her room. She sat on her bed, pulling her hair back and over her shoulders. She felt her heart beating faster. She tried to think about Sam Neville, but the haunting picture of the two blonde sisters-lovers didn't go out of her head. Girlfriends of each other! No fucking way! So far she had seen her sexual relationship with Kate as an added dimension to their relationship as sisters. She had never considered excluding all others for the benefit of Kate. Jane cupped her own face, noticing how warm her cheeks were. She was flabbergasted. She was stumped, speechless, completely at sea. And she was turned on too. Wow! Wow! Wow! She touched herself through her jeans. She got confused, shy, and even more turned on if that was possible. She jumped off her bed and ran to the door, locking it. She returned to her bed and quickly buttoned off her jeans and plunked herself down on her bed. Closing her eyes, she touched her wet folds and her clit. She would come in no time, picturing those two sexy sisters kissing each other, making love to each other. Wow! That can't be real. But fuck it! Even if that was all bullshit, it was still too damn sexy. She worked on her dripping pudenda, her middle finger in, her pubis thrusting in in the opposite direction, meeting each other halfway. She shuddered violently. Her breathing quickened. Her fingers became wetter and wetter as her pussy lips became slicker and slicker. She lay down on the bed, pulling her jeans further down together with her panties, uncovering her soaking crotch. The urgency was killing her. She let two fingers in, and humped them faster and faster. She began to moan. She bit her lips, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Kate, oh Kate." Then the orgasm came, ripping up her body like a whip, drenching the upper thighs, her crotch, and the covers of her bed. She kept her fingers inside her, panting, moaning from time to time, feeling the walls of her pussy throb. She stayed in that position for a long time. Tears ran down her face; not because she was sad, but rather because of the violence of the orgasm. She couldn't understand why a simple picture would have such an impression on her. All the sisters did in it were smiling, sitting close together. Despite her skepticism about their being lovers, the sheer unlikelihood of it all, she had read something undeniable in their eyes. They seemed pretty relaxed around each other, and the way the older girl held her sister by the waist seemed both natural and intimate. All that could be sham. They could be two unrelated girls who looked like each other a lot. Deep down she knew the physical similarities betrayed their common genetics. They were sisters. She really could not deny it. Wow! Wow! Wow! * * * At the last minute, Jeannie decided to call Carlos and bring him along. She didn't know what she was trying to prove. She didn't know why she wanted a guy next to her in a supposedly girls-only party. Perhaps she didn't want to go alone. Perhaps she wanted to feel secure with someone who was supposed to be in love with her by her side. Perhaps she wanted to stir up a reaction. Perhaps she was just being childish and insanely immature. She shrugged off her doubts and drove on. Carlos Mendez was a second generation Cuban American with only minute traces of an accent betraying his Latin origins. He lived in the wrong side of the town, but as far as guys were concerned, she had always felt attracted to dangerous-looking types. When she passed by his house and honked, it didn't take long for him to show up next to her car, sliding on a cool pair of sunglasses. "Hey, how is my girl?" "Jump in, homeboy." "Move over, I wanna drive." Jeannie did as she was told. She liked men who took over; not wimps who didn't know what they wanted. He deftly started up the car and sped up The Strip. "So, where are we going?" "To a girls-only party." "You're yanking my chain, right?" "Nope." "If it's girls-only, why am I going?" "Dunno. They gave me the choice of bringing you with me." "So, there are no guys in this party at all?" "No, but most of the girls have boyfriends already. So don't you get any ideas." "You know you're my only girl." "Yeah, right." That was the way they dealt with each other. Although at the beginning she found that cat-and-mouse game thrilling, she was becoming somewhat fed up with the complex ways of saying not what you really thought, but what the other needed to hear in order to balance out the relationship. It was tiring and in some ways unfulfilling. But what other choice did she have? Take a regular preppy guy and date him? Take a geek and be bored to death? Go back in time and patch up the gap with her twin? And then what? The love of her life could never be hers. Nikki had beat her to it. She shut her eyes and repressed some tears. "Hey, are you okay?" "I'm fine." "You're crying." "I'm not." "You are, mamasita." "Don't call me that. I'm not your mama." "Hey, I love you, okay. I joke around, but you know I love you, don't you?" Jeannie kept watching the streets as they flew by. She was almost in a listless state, shutting her eyelids, feeling the air rush past her face as her boyfriend drove to Nadine Kozlowski's home. He thought she was crying because of him, but how wrong could he be? When they arrived there, the party was already in full swing. As far as she could see, it was true what Zoe had told her. There were no guys around. She recognized most of the girls lounging around, many of them wearing bikini tops with short mini-skirts or short shorts, showing off their surfer-girl tan bodies. Jeannie checked her boyfriend's face and his reaction was an obvious mute wow. She wanted to hit him on his shoulder for being so predictable, but her jealousy relented when one of the girls in the party saw her and said hi. "And who's he?" the girl said with a smile, checking Carlos from head to toe. "My name is Carlos. I'm Jeannie's boyfriend." "Nice to meet you. I'm Cindy McCarthy. Hey, I didn't know we could bring guys too. Nadine said it was girls only." "Yeah, but I asked her if he could come too. She didn't exactly say yes, but she didn't say no either." "That's so Nadine," the girl said. Jeannie saw Cindy study Carlos's body, obviously impressed by his biceps. That clear display of heterosexual lust disgusted her somehow, increasing her nagging doubts whether she was really into guys or she was in total denial about liking other girls more than she ought to. Jeannie walked in, searching for her twin sister and the German girls, leaving her boyfriend and Cindy behind. Zoe had told her about Nadine and her sister Sabine. She found it somewhat unbelievable. What were the odds of finding another sister couple in the very place where they lived. Suddenly, sister couples seemed as common as unrelated gay couples. It was like she had stumbled into an alternate reality. "So, you came after all." Jeannie turned to find her twin right behind her, holding a long drink. "Yeah." Jeanne twitched her mouth, half-disappointed, half-relieved. "What are you drinking?" "Lemonade." "Spiked with what?" "Jägermeister." "That's disgusting." "Have you tried it?" "No, I don't have to try it to know how disgusting that is." "Chicken." "Better chicken than a drunk skank." "Are you calling me a skank?" "Are you drunk?" "No." "So, there. I was talking about myself, not you. Hey, where is Nadine? And her little sister?" "They're upstairs. They haven't decided yet what they are going to wear tonight." "Where are you headed?" "They haven't decided yet. Maybe we'll go to a club or something." "You have an ID with you?" "Well, yeah. Not my real one, of course." Zoe took another sip of her long drink and grinned. Jeannie looked away, disgusted with her twin's attitude. "So, tell me," Zoe continued. "Do you know when the lovebirds are back?" "What lovebirds?" "Linda and Nikki." Jeannie grimaced and sighed. "No. How should I know? All I know they're in Miami, somewhere, partying like crazy for Spring Break. Linda called me yesterday and they're having a blast." Jeannie sighed again, sudden sadness hitting her like a powerful wave. She shut her eyes but two wet streaks run down her cheeks. "Jeannie, what the-- What happened?" "I don't wanna talk about it." Jeannie dried her face with her fingers and left, dodging a few of the surfer-girls that were talking and laughing in the hall. To Jeannie's dismay, Zoe chased after her. "Stop following me." "We need to talk. Stop." "I don't feel like it." Grabbing Carlos's arm, she said, "Let's go." "Now?" He was quite surprised if not thoroughly disappointed. It seemed that Cindy McCarthy and he had been talking the whole time. "Do you wanna stay?" "Babe, it was you--" "I changed my mind. But if you wanna stay then stay. What do I care?" "Jeannie..." "I'm outta here." Carlos and Zoe exchanged glances as if to decide who was supposed to intervene. Zoe pointed to herself, signaling she would take care of it. Jeannie was about to enter their brand new SUV when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Leave me alone." "No, what's the matter with you?" "I don't know." Jeannie shrugged with an unhappy face. "C'mon. I'm still your sister. You can trust me. We used to tell everything to each other. What happened?" "I can't tell you. I'm not in the mood to get into a fight with you." "Why do you think you're going to get into a fight with me?" "It's about Linda, okay? Are you happy now?" "I thought you'd say that. It's always about Linda, isn't it?" "Yeah, so what else is new? And your attitude proves my point." "My attitude? It's you who has a boyfriend, not me. I'm not cheating on anyone." "Yeah, right. May I go now?" "Are you dumping him?" "It will be up to him. If he chooses to stay with that skank you bet I'll let him drop just like that." "I'll talk to him." "No. If he's a man he'll know what to do." "I'll talk to him." "No, I don't want that." "I think you're just trying to find a reason to dump him. If you want to do that, just tell it to his face. Don't be chicken. Be straight with him." "Ms. Righteousness all of a sudden, huh?" "Fuck it, Jeannie. Just do what you want. He's your boyfriend. What do I care?" * * * "So, you're sisters?" the guy asked with patent drunken lust in his eyes. "No," Nikki said. "We just look alike a lot." "Oh, I thought you were sisters." "So, and if we were?" "That'd be cool." "Really?" "Yeah." "You're drunk." "Nikki, let's go." Nikki looked at her older sister and saw her usual annoyed face when a guy hit on them. "So, you're girlfriends?" he asked, still walking next to them. "Yeah, we are. We're lovers too." Nikki felt another tug from her really annoyed sister. Linda wanted her to cut it out, but she was having too much fun to stop right there. She relished the teasing. She was so proud to tell the world that Linda was her girlfriend and her lover, even if that meant lying about their kinship. "You really look alike a lot. Are you sure you're not related?" "Do you want us to be related?" Nikki asked. "Fuck, yeah. Who wouldn't?" Linda rolled her eyes. She pushed her sister away and walked on faster. "Linda," Nikki called, almost in a panic. "Wait. Where are you going?" "If you wanna stay with the creep, by all means do. I'm going back to the hotel." "Hey, I didn't mean to offend you or anything," the guy shouted, still holding a paper bag with a beer bottle inside. Suddenly a passing patrol car switched on its siren and flashing lights. The three of them froze, but soon the car rushed off to another part of the city. Nikki took the opportunity to intertwine her fingers around her sister's. They would walk hand in hand and the hell with the lusty creep. She could see that her older sister understood what she meant with that gesture. Words were unnecessary. They kept walking down the sidewalk. However, the guy wouldn't leave them alone, despite the lack of encouragement from any of them. Nikki wouldn't look at him anymore, for she was too worried with her sister's state of mind. All of a sudden, Linda stopped walking and faced him. "Will you leave us alone?" "Why? Am I bothering you? It seems your girlfriend was enjoying my presence." "My sister and I don't want to be followed by creeps like you. Leave us alone or I call the cops." "I knew it." "You know nothing. " "I knew you were related. I saw you guys kiss. You're so hot together." "Then what? What do you want?" "Nothing, I--" "If you want nothing, then leave us alone." Turning to Nikki, she grabbed her hand and resumed their fast-paced stride, taking advantage of the surprise in his face. To Nikki's relief, the guy stopped chasing them. When they arrived at the hotel, Linda released her sister's hand and asked for the key at the reception. When they were alone in the elevator, Nikki began, "Lin." "Not here, babe," Linda said immediately, looking up. "They have cameras in here." "Oh, okay." Soon as they were in their room, Nikki crushed her older sister to herself in a tight embrace. "Easy, babe. What happened?" "I hate it when you get upset. You know I didn't mean anything with it." "I know, but you were encouraging him, and that can be quite dangerous with a guy that drunk." "I was so happy I could act like I was your girlfriend. But I don't understand why you told him we were sisters." "I wanted to surprise him, so that he would leave us alone. And apparently that worked." "You're so fucking smart." Linda laughed. "You're so fucking beautiful when you're happy." "And I'm so done with Miami. I wanna go back home before we fly back to New York. I want to see the twins. It's been a long time since we were with them." Before Linda could reply, Nikki jumped on her sister. Linda cradled her up by circling both thighs with her arms. Nikki pressed her crotch against her sister's navel, feeling her clitoris brushing against Linda's belly button piercing. Nikki shuddered. "You're so hot. I could fuck you all day." Linda smiled and kept kissing her while Nikki humped her panty-covered humid sex against her sister's piercing. In seconds she came, biting Linda's neck, uttering a breathless, "Linda, you're so hot. My love, my only love." * * * Jane Southerby was sitting next to Sam Neville while they ate lunch in a bench in an almost deserted park, where snow dappled the brown of the earth with white patches. It was the first time they sat by themselves, without any distracting friends, classmates, or acquaintances around. "So, you really a lesbian." It was more a statement than a question. Sam was looking at her with genuine curiosity in her face. "Yeah, I guess so." "Since when?" "Since I can remember." "Have you had sex with a girl?" Jane blushed and looked away. "You have?" Jane nodded. "With whom? Someone I know?" Jane's ribcage stuttered. She realized she had committed a major blunder. She should have said no. She just couldn't tell Sam she'd had sex with her own sister. She shook her head, feeling guilty because of the lie. "Are you sure? I know lots of people. What's her name?" "It doesn't matter, Sam. I want to respect her privacy." "Oh, okay. I can totally understand that." "And you?" "What about me?" "You didn't answer my question when I asked you about other girls." Sam smiled, finishing her yoghurt, licking her fingers, tasting it to the fullest, as if she was teasing Jane with it. "Well, I've been thinking about it... and... I find it kinda cool." "Cool?" "To experiment with another girl." "Sam, I'm past experimenting. That's how I am." "I know. I was talking about myself." "You were?" "Sure." "And do you have anyone in mind?" Sam grinned, nodding. "With whom, then?" "You. Unless your girlfriend is a really jealous bitch." "I don't have a girlfriend," Jane replied, despite the lump in her throat. "I thought you had. Anyway, you're having some. I can tell." Jane blushed violently. She wished she could stay calm but that was utterly impossible around Sam. "Come here," said Sam, throwing her lunch remains into a litter can. "Why?" "Let's make out." "Here?" "Yeah." "But you've got a boyfriend. Aren't you--" "So? We're not engaged or anything. Or you don't want to?" "I don't know." Jane shrugged. Her friend's casualness about the whole thing was giving her the creeps. "I can't, Sam. Not like this." "Then how?" "I don't want this to be an experiment." "Why?" "Because I love you. Because I've been in love with you since I saw you for the first time." "Really?" Sam gaped at Jane, stunned. "Why?" "I don't know. Maybe because you look a little bit like Avril Lavigne. Maybe because I love the way you are. I love your independence. You don't care what other people think of you, and I just love that. I'm not that brave, you know. I wish I was, but I do mind what other people think of me." Sam looked serious for a while, brushing a tress over her left ear. "You really mean that?" "I do." "Wow!" "What?" "Wow!" Sam said, shaking her head, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. "I used to hate when people told me they liked me because I looked like Avril. But, somehow, I love it when you say that. I kissed other girls before, but that was all for fun. I think none of them were lesbians... So, if I kissed you, it'd be the first time with a self-proclaimed dyke. If you don't think that's brave, I don't know what that is." Jane looked away. Her eyes became wet with tears. "Jane, what -- Why are you crying?" "I don't know. I guess I'm just stupid, that's all." "No, you're not. Why do you say that?" "I don't like that word." "What? Dyke?" Jane nodded. "I'm sorry. Lesbian then?" Jane shrugged. "Just you and me." And with this, Sam reached out and put her lips together with Jane's. They kissed for a while, both of them catching their breaths. Jane quivered when the kiss ended. She smiled at Sam. Sam smiled back at Jane. "Wow! You're great a kisser." Jane grinned a little. "You too." "Wanna be my girlfriend?" "I can't. You have a boyfriend." "Nope. We broke up." "Since when." "Since now. I am gonna call him and say we're through." As always, you can go to my site at www.sistersinlove.org to read the prequel to this story called "Sisters".