Date: Sat, 09 Sep 2023 18:46:16 +0000
From: coffeefourtwo <coffeefourtwo@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Love Like Ours Chapter 2

All characters are fictional and high school age or older.

Comments are welcome. If there is enough interest, I will continue the
series.



That was quite a bombshell I dropped so, I rather suspect, I have some
explaining to do. First off, when I said we were chaste, that is for the
most part accurate. We did kiss on a number of occasions, however, we
were never close to vaginal penetration. I didn't want to get carried
away and tear her hymen. If that happened and we were found out, that
would be all the evidence the authorities needed. I had to protect myself
but more importantly, I had to protect Harper. I didn't want Harper to be
in the middle of a scandal. We had to be smart about this, not stupid, so
any light intimacy, kissing only, had to be brief and most certainly
private and no displays of public affection, other than sisterly.

With that out of the way, yes, Harper and I are flesh and blood sisters.
Not for one moment, as we were growing up, did I ever envision us getting
into the intimate relationship we have today.

We were always close and I really and truly adored her but in that
sisterly sort of way. She would always ask for help with her homework
from school and I could never tell her no. Now that I look back on it, I
think she asked for the help so she could spend time with me. Whatever
the case, I loved the time we spent together.

Dating boys was something I was never interested in. The only 'dates' I
went on were with some of the girls I was friends with at school and most
often we just went to a movie as a group, with Harper tagging along quite
a bit. No, I didn't mind her being there in the least, after all I
invited her.

It really touched my parents hearts, to see their daughters get along so
well. Family is important to them and many times as my parents would go
to bed, they would often come into the living room to say goodnight and
see Harper sprawled across the sofa with her head on my lap, sound
asleep, while I watched some show on television, as I gently stroked
Harper's head. My Mom would come and kiss my cheek and lay a kiss on
Harper's head and smile at me proudly.

I would return the smile and Mom and Dad would go to bed, their arms
around each other's waist. I was sixteen at the time, Harper was
fourteen, and I can remember thinking how I wanted to have a love and a
life like my parents by the time I reached their age. Would I be as lucky
in finding love like they did?

Little did I know, the person who would become the love of my life, the
person who would bring so much joy and meaning to my life, not to mention
mind-blowing sex, a most pleasurable bonus, was sound asleep next to me
with her head in my lap. I would come to this realization two years
later.

The night I graduated from high school was the night my world, not to
mention Harper's, was turned upside down. After the graduation ceremony,
my plans were to spend a little time with my family and some of the
neighbors who said they would come over. Later, friends I graduated with
were going to pick me up and we would go to a few different parties to
celebrate our graduation.

Harper was by my side from the moment the graduation ceremony ended. I
think she was as excited as I was that I graduated.

Once we arrived home, a few of our neighbors came over with cake and they
also brought enough food with them to feed the neighborhood. Harper was
still there by my side. She and I were having such a good time with our
family and neighbors.

Then, there was a knock at our door. A couple of my friends I graduated
with, arrived to pick me up. I noticed immediately, that Harper looked
sad.

She looked down at the floor. She knew I had to leave and said sadly, "I
guess I'll see you tomorrow." The sadness in her voice made my heart
ache.

As I walked to the door, Harper followed me. At the door, I turned around
and gave her a hug. I could see her eyes begin to tear up. I was pretty
sure she was sad because she wasn't invited.

As I was walking with my friends to their car, I looked back over my
shoulder to see Harper slowly close the door, looking at me sadly. I
turned my head forward and followed my friends to the car.

I got in the backseat, the look of Harper's face at the door etched in my
mind. If we were going to see a movie, I would have invited her to come
along, but where we were going she couldn't come.

That's when it hit me and it washed over me like a tsunami. Harper
couldn't come and I didn't want to go where Harper couldn't follow. My
friend started to back her car out of our driveway.

My mind is screaming at me, 'No stupid! What is wrong with you? Didn't
you see how sad Harper looked? Go back to her.'

"Stop the car!" I hear myself scream out. Georgia, my friend, slams on
the brakes. She turns around and asks, "What's wrong, Zoe?"

I tell them I'm not feeling well and it would be best if I stayed home. I
get out of the car despite their pleadings to go with them. I just can't
leave Harper. I turn and walk back to the house as my friends drive away.

I walk into the house and everyone looks at me like I have something
crawling out of my ear. My mom walks over to me and putting her hand on
my shoulder says, "You're back. Is something wrong, dear?"

I gave her a smile and said, "No, I just realized I'm at the best party
of the night." I looked around the room but I didn't see Harper. I asked
my mom, "Where's Harper?"

Mom smiled back at me. "She went to her room when you left. She seemed a
little upset."

I told everyone I would be back in a bit. I walked to Harper's room and
knocked lightly on her door. When she opened the door, she was wiping
away tears from her face. When she saw it was me, her face lit up like a
Christmas tree.

I couldn't help but smile and asked, "Alright, if I come in for a
minute?"

Her smile was from ear to ear. "Yeah, more than alright."

I walked in and she closed the door. I sat on the edge of the bed and she
sat beside me.

She had a confused look on her face. "Why aren't you out with your
friends?" she asked me.

I looked into her eyes and placed my hand on top of hers. "Because they
aren't as important to me as you are. This is the only place I want to be
tonight."

Harper's smile beamed back at me. She then looked ahead with what I
perceived as a bit of nervousness on her part. Harper asked, "Does that
mean, ummm, are you saying, you know, that maybe, you came back, to be
with me?" She looked down at the floor.

I leaned into her as I said, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Her head shot up and she stared into my eyes. The look on her face was
one of absolute joy. She threw herself into me and we held each other
tightly. She pulled her head back slightly, then placed a gentle kiss on
my lips. Her lips lingered there a moment or two longer than normal for a
sisterly kiss. I didn't pull away.

She broke the kiss and as we looked into each other's eyes, I smiled and
said, "How about we get some of that cake Miss Stephanie brought over?
It's carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, your favorite."

Harper's eyes sparkled as she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, please,
but it's your favorite too."

I giggled and said, "I know. Come on. I'm hungry."

We walked to the door. Before we walked out of Harper's room, she turned
and looked at me for a few seconds with a straight face. A radiant smile
then appeared on her face as she said, "Best sister, ever!"

I could only laugh as she opened the door and we joined everyone in the
kitchen.

Mom set out plates for us. The neighbors brought so much food over, I
thought we were at a buffet restaurant. Harper tore into the fried
chicken, as did I.

She sat next to me the whole time and I could tell Harper was so happy, I
knew I made the right decision to come back. She and I talked and laughed
as we ate. After we finished off the chicken, I took her plate along with
mine and placed them in the sink.

Now for the most important part of the meal, dessert! I cut her a large
slice of carrot cake and one for myself, then poured each of us a large
glass of milk. Sitting next to her and watching her eat her cake, I was
filled with happiness and a profound sense of peace.

At one point, she gazed at me. The look on her face was that of comfort,
of contentment. We couldn't stop looking at each other.

A certain feeling came over me at that moment that shook me to my core.
Out of nowhere, it hit me. A twitch between my legs. Could it be? Did I
just get a feeling of desire for, Harper? It certainly felt like it.

Harper must have seen a change in my facial expression because I noticed
the look on her face, more than likely, mirrored my own. Was I seeing
arousal on her face? My mom and dad and the others had gone into the
living room and it was just Harper and I at the dining table.

We continued to look at each other and the longer I looked at her, the
stronger the twitch became, then it turned into a throb. My thoughts went
to the slightly lingering kiss she gave me in her bedroom.

Being far too bold, I took her hand and said, "Come with me." Harper
followed without hesitation.

We walked into my room. I closed the door and looked at Harper. She
stared back at me. I took her into my arms and stared into her eyes. My
lips parted slightly, her lips parted as well. The look on her face was
one of acceptance, of desire.

As though it were meant to happen, or I don't know what, our mouths met.
I don't know if she leaned her head first, or if I did but, to me, it
didn't matter. I pulled her into me and she pulled me into her. There was
nothing sisterly about this kiss. It was a gentle, loving, open mouth
kiss. I became even bolder and slipped my tongue into her mouth and she
accepted it. I wanted to kiss her for so much longer but I knew we were
flirting with danger being there were so many people in the house.

I broke the kiss and as our tongues and lips parted, Harper whimpered. I
kissed her gently on the forehead and said, "Let's finish that cake.
We'll talk later, okay?"

Harper only nodded her head. As my right hand reached for the door knob,
she took my left hand in hers. I turned around and saw a grin on her face
as she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "You're my first kiss and
you're an awesome kisser, sis."

I giggled and said, "Sweet sixteen and never been kissed eh?"

She smiled shyly and said, "Umm, yeah, well, you know, until just now."

She was adorable as she struggled to find the right words. I gave her a
smile and a quick kiss on the lips.

We walked out of my room and my Mom was walking up the hallway. She was
smiling as she innocently asked, "Hey you two, what have you been up to?"

I cast a glance at Harper. She looked my Mom in the eyes as she shrugged
a shoulder and said, "Oh, you know, sisterly things."

I seriously doubt sisters swapping tongues is 'sisterly' as Harper put it
but I certainly wasn't going to correct her in front of our Mom.

My Mom reached out and brought us into a group hug. My hand went to
Harper's waist and that twitch of desire between my legs was there again.

I knew without a doubt, things had changed between Harper and I. We
crossed the line. It was a line that, at this point, could easily have
been crossed back over, but my heart is telling me there is no going back
and I was surprised at my reaction. I was bound and determined to listen
to it.

The remainder of the evening, Harper was my shadow and I was comforted by
it. It was a Friday, so everyone stayed late. I know I wouldn't have had
as good a time at the other parties I was supposed to go to and I knew
the reason why -- Harper.

As everyone started to leave, Harper was playing some game on her phone
and I sat there, admiring her face. She looked up and saw me staring at
her.

"What?" she asks.

"I just never saw how beautiful you really are," I said softly.

Harper looked at me with a wicked grin, then looked around the room. We
were alone. She leaned into me and tapped her forefinger and middle
finger on her lips as she said "Another." She wasn't asking me, she was
telling me.

She brought her mouth to mine and I latched onto it. This time, she
slipped her tongue into my mouth and I greedily sucked it as I moaned
into her mouth, something that would happen many times again in the years
ahead.

After a few seconds, I came to my senses and broke the kiss. "Harper, we
need to be really, really careful with this," I said but all I wanted to
do the rest of the night was kiss her. Harper frowned but she knew I was
right.

My Mom and Dad walked into the living room. My Mom said, "Girls, your Dad
and I are off to bed." She and Dad walked over and gave us each a hug and
a kiss on the forehead. They both told me how proud they were of me, then
walked out of the living room, their arms wrapped around each other's
waist, as always.

When we heard their door close, I took Harper's hand and we sat on the
sofa. "So, I guess now is as good a time as any to have that talk," I
said.

Harper nodded her head. We sat for a moment, then Harper said, "Zoe, I
have a confession." She sighed then continued. "I've had feelings for you
since, I can't even remember when and before you say anything, no, it's
not sisterly feelings, trust me. It's so much deeper than that." She
looked down as a single tear began to stream down her face.

I had no idea she felt this way about me. I took her in my arms as I
kissed her head softly. She laid her head on my chest as I gently stroked
her head. "It's okay Harper. I'm here now."

After a few minutes, Harper lifted her head from my chest and looked at
me. She said softly, "I want to ask you something but I'm afraid of what
your answer will be."

"You can ask me anything, Harper," I said.

I could see from the look on her face she was nervous and struggling to
find the right words. After a few seconds she says, "I was hoping, you
know, kinda thinking that perhaps, well, maybe, if you wanted to, you
don't have to if you don't want to but maybe we could sort of like,
become girlfriends and like, maybe go out or date, or something like
that." She immediately looked down.

Poor Harper was rambling away and I found she was so precious. I was, in
a way, glad she asked. I didn't want her to feel threatened or feel like
I was the older domineering sister by asking first.

I took the sides of her face in the palms of my hands. She looked at me
and I was so touched by her beauty. "I would like that very much."

She smiled at me and placed her hand on my forearm.

I did have to let her know of the seriousness of what we were about to
do. "Harper, we have to be careful about this. I could get in a lot of
trouble if this gets out, not to mention you being in the center of it,
too."

With a serious look on her face, she said in a most sincere, yet firm
voice, "I won't let anything bad ever happen to you."

At those words, I felt safe. I knew she wouldn't do anything to
jeopardize what we were about to set out to do.

For about twenty minutes, in the silence of our living room, we rested
comfortably in each other's arms. Exhausted from my whirlwind day and
night, I told Harper, "I am going to bed, young lady." I whispered in her
ear, "Will I see my girlfriend in the morning?"

She looked at me and her smile was breathtaking. "Yes, you most
definitely will."
I gave her a slightly lingering kiss on the lips. I stood, gave her a
smile and walked to my bedroom.

I undressed and changed into my pajamas. Lying in my bed, my head resting
comfortably on my pillow, everything that happened that evening whirled
in my head. I smiled at everything I remembered. The morning couldn't
come fast enough for me to see Harper again, my sister, who is now my
girlfriend.



The next morning I woke and I was in such a good mood. I had a
girlfriend. I never had that before. Come to think of it, I never had a
boyfriend before either.

I brushed my teeth and hurried into the kitchen. Mom was making breakfast
and the glorious smells were everywhere in our home. All along the
countertop were breakfast sausages, bacon, English muffins, and hash
browns. Any fast food restaurant would have been proud.

"Help yourself, dear. I decided to go all out for you. You only graduate
from high school once," Mom said as she laid out a mass of scrambled eggs
in a huge plate.

I stared at the food. "Thanks Mom, you're the best. Is Dad out golfing?"

Mom chuckles. "You know how he is about his golf, dear. Only the second
coming of Jesus would keep him off the golf course on a Saturday
morning."

I laughed as I pulled three plates from the cabinets. "I think you're
right about that. Come join me. I'll serve us," I said. The third plate
was for Harper.

I piled the food onto our two plates. My Mom and I sat down at the
kitchen table.

As we ate, we talked about my plans for the future. My heart was set on
becoming an Interior Designer, which is not the same as an Interior
Decorator. My Mom and I talked about this a few times before.

I began to lay out my plans to my Mom. "So, I was thinking I could go to
college and get an Associates Degree to start. It's only a two year
program. That would get me an entry level job and then maybe go for a
Bachelor's Degree or a Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree once I have some work
experience."

I already had my college selected and the forms were filled out and
mailed the previous January, in time to be eligible for the fall
semester. The college was about a four hour drive from home, in a
neighboring state.

Harper came into the kitchen, still so sleepy, she looked like a walking
zombie. I said, "Good morning, dearest." I gave her a sly smile.

Mom had finished her breakfast and was in her room. Harper looked around
the room. "We're alone for the moment," I said.

She smiled back and gave me a quick sisterly peck on the lips. She was
taking to heart, our talk of last night.

I said, "Sit, young lady. I'll get your breakfast."

She sat and smiled at me broadly. After I plated her food and set it in
front of her, I took a seat next to her and as she started eating, I
leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Would my girlfriend like to go
on a date tonight? I was thinking dinner and a movie maybe?"

Harper was all smiles. "You mean, just the two of us? None of your
friends will be there?"

I opened my mouth and widened my eyes to feign shock and surprise, then
said, "Why would I want my friends around when I'm taking my girlfriend
out?"

She grinned playfully, put out her hand for me to take it, which I did,
then she said in a mock genteel voice, "I would be most honored and
consider it a privilege to accept Madam's proposal." She starts laughing
and I take her into a hug, laughing with her.

Mom walks into the kitchen saying, "Looks like I'm missing all the fun."

I smile at my Mom. "No, we're just thinking of going out tonight and
catch a movie, maybe get a bite to eat before."

My Mom chuckles. "Please don't mention food, dear. With all that food I
cooked this morning and all that's left over from last night, we could
eat for a week. They must think highly of you to go through all that
trouble."

I say, "That's because I got a lot of them out of a bind when they called
me at the last minute to babysit for them."

A look of realization comes over my Mom's face. "Yes, dear, that happened
quite often, didn't it?"

I smiled and said "Yes, it did and last minute is always more expensive."

Mom grinned and said, "Oh, you are so bad."

Harper chimes in. "When you go to college, can I take your place
babysitting?"

Mom and I start laughing. Harper looks at us with a straight face.
"What?" she asks. "I'm being serious!"

I say, "Yes, Harper. I think the neighbors won't have a problem with you
taking my place." She smiled and happily began eating her breakfast
again. I could only smile at her and shake my head.

I got ready for our date late that afternoon. I would have loved to have
been dressed to impress, but Harper and I had to pretend this was just a
sisters night out. We both were in blue jeans as we normally would have
been.

I left my room and found Harper in the living room waiting for me.
Although she was casually dressed, she looked stunning. Her chestnut hair
looked as fine as silk as it flowed down to just below her shoulder
blades. It were as though, I was looking at Harper in a whole new light.
I wasn't looking at her as a sister, but rather, as a fine young woman.

When she saw me, a huge smile appeared on her face. I wanted to take her
in my arms and give her the mother of all kisses but I couldn't. Mom and
Dad were in the living room.

As we left, Mom followed us to the door and gave us the obligatory 'be
careful' speech and gave us each a kiss on the cheek.

I was going to take Harper to a diner downtown for dinner but she didn't
know this. When we eat out, this is her favorite place. You could give
Harper, the option of eating at this diner or at a five star restaurant
and she will always choose this diner.

She always orders a large hamburger with bacon, cheese and sauteed
onions, a large order of fries and a large chocolate shake, followed by a
large slice of carrot cake with, of course, cream cheese frosting and a
large glass of milk to go with it. Everything about her order is 'large'.
I don't know how the girl stays so slim.

As we drive up to the diner, I can see she is touched that I brought her
here. "You're too good to me," she says fighting back tears.

"I kinda figured this would be a nice place to eat for a first date. I
know it's not fancy but I know how much you like the food here," I said a
little nervously.

She smiled and placed her hand on mine. "Thanks, sis, this is perfect,"
she said as she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

We walked in and sat in a booth. Harper placed her order and it was
exactly what I thought it would be. I indicated to the waitress to make
that a double order.

We talked while we waited for our order and it was as though we truly
were two girlfriends talking. We were no longer two sisters talking. It's
hard for me to explain but our relationship was at another level that
night. The dynamic had changed and I knew from this night forward, things
would be different between Harper and I.

An altogether, wonderful different.