Date: Mon, 09 Oct 2023 16:37:09 +0000 From: coffeefourtwo Subject: A Love Like Ours Chapter 3 All characters are fictional and high school age or older. Comments are welcome. If there is an interest, I will continue the series. When we left the diner to go to the theater, I knew, for a fact, I wouldn't be visiting the concessions at the theater. I had a hard enough time eating what I originally ordered. Harper, however, was a veritable garbage disposal unit. The girl ordered another slice of carrot cake, as if one wasn't enough, but was quick to point out to me that she still had plenty of milk left. She asked, of course, if she could order another slice, and with those bewitching hazel eyes having captivated my heart, the chances of me denying her were slim to none. And slim just left town. I drove us to an old single screen theater that was renovated a little over a year ago that shows only old black and white movies. A husband and wife in their early sixties own the theater and they are the sweetest couple you could ever hope to meet. The wife works the ticket window, while the husband works the projector. The concession items, popcorn, soft drink and various candy bars and potato chips are all housed in vending machines. Microwave ovens line one wall to accommodate those that buy microwave popcorn from the vending machines. It's quirky, I admit, but it allows just the two of them to operate the business, not to mention it's cheaper than the concession stand at your local multiplex. The ticket prices are also very reasonable, and believe it or not, they usually have a nearly full theater from Friday through Sunday, the only days they are open, with three showings each day. Generally, there is a new film every Friday. Apparently the food at the diner wasn't enough for Harper. She walked over to the vending machines, looked over the items in one of them, and after brandishing those alluring eyes, I was at her mercy again. She bought two large candy bars out of one vending machine and a 20 ounce soft drink out of another. I could only shake my head. We sat all the way in the back against the wall just below the projector. Being there weren't very many people in this area, I knew it was the best place to hold Harper's hand. And I did. Once she scarfed down her candy bars, of course. The movie we were going to watch has some relevance, so please allow me to briefly explain the plot. It was a Japanese movie titled 'Late Spring', with subtitles, released in Japan in nineteen forty-nine, about a very attractive young woman, twenty-seven years of age. She doesn't work and is an only child that is still living with her father, taking care of the household. The father is concerned that his daughter will grow old and unmarried, knowing that when he dies, financially, her future will be in poverty. His sister knows of a wealthy family with a single son. An arrangement is made for the daughter to meet the son, though he is never shown onscreen. In one scene, she tells a friend she likes the man, but is hesitant to leave her father alone. The father tells his daughter he is going to propose marriage to a woman he has been seeing. Because of this, she ultimately agrees to marry the man. It is later revealed, the father only told his daughter that so she would accept the marriage proposal, he is not dating the lady in question. That night, after the wedding, the father is alone in his house. He sits at a table and begins to peel an apple. When the realization washes over him that his daughter is no longer there, he stops peeling the apple, closes his eyes and lowers his head. The movie ends with Harper and me in tears. As we were driving home, I noticed Harper was extremely quiet. Usually we talked about the movie, but tonight Harper was having none of it. I clearly heard her sob, so I turned off the main road onto a side street several blocks from our house, pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. I turned in my seat to face her. "Harper?" She continued to look down in silence. I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder to feel her slightly trembling. Looking ahead, she finally spoke, barely above a whisper. "He sent her away. Please don't ever send me away." She turned to face me with a downcast expression on her face. My heart felt as though it had stopped beating. "Oh, honey, come here," I said as I pulled her to me. She began crying before the sides of our faces even touched. I let her have a good cry and when we separated, I took the sides of her face in the palms of my hands, forcing her to look straight into my eyes. "I will never send you away, Harper. Nor will I leave, but remember I do have to go to college, but I'm not going there because I don't want to be with you. You're stuck with me. Sorry." She half-heartedly laughed, never leaving my gaze. Then she kissed me. Not a peck on the lips but a lustful, passionate kiss. And I kissed her back. Her tongue slid into my mouth easily, as though we had been lovers for years. For my part, I moaned into her mouth quite fervidly, I might add. She broke the kiss and began to nibble and lick my neck. My hands began to roam and before I knew it, my hand was up her blouse and under her bra, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Harper began to pant and her licks and nibbles became more passionate. Her hand reached for one of my breasts. She kneaded it tenderly as our mouths, seemingly on their own accord, met again in a torrid kiss, our tongues almost fighting to see which would outlast the other. I could feel myself flush from the heat we were creating. I knew Harper had to be feeling the same way, she was even more aggressive than I was. It was at that moment, we both seemed to realize what we were doing and how far we progressed. I removed my hand from her blouse while she pulled her face from my neck, our breathing ragged and irregular, my body feeling like it was on fire. After a few moments, Harper looked at me and scowled. "Your idea of us being chaste, sucks!" She turned her gaze forward, looking at what, I have no idea. Yeah, she has a point there! I giggled. "It's the only thing that's going to keep us out of trouble, Harper." "Hmm!" was Harper's only retort. She then turned to me, pointed a finger at me and proceeded to give me a lecture. "Just hurry up and get that cute little ass of yours to college and if you think I'm waiting longer than two years to get into those unbelievably sexy jeans of yours, you have another thing coming. When I graduate from high school, I'm going meet you, and dear sister if there's anything you remember about tonight, let it be this, you had better be ready for me! I'll have a lot of sexual pent-up energy at that point so we'll have two years of catching up to do and I will expect satisfaction in one week!" She then held up her forefinger to stress the importance of the number. I was blown away! Did Harper just infer we were going to have the equivalent of two years of sex in the span of a week? Was that even remotely possible? My mind whirled at that thought! That was rather bold thinking on her part, but what surprised me even more was the twitch I felt between my legs, and if I'm not mistaken, my heart skipped a beat. Another thing I noticed was that Harper wasn't struggling to find the right words. Nor was she tripping over her words as she is sometimes prone to do, bless her sweet, loving heart. She sounded like a young woman that knew exactly what she wanted and was letting me know, in no uncertain terms, what they were. Just when I thought she had her say, she started up again. "Another thing, stay away from the bimbo brigade. You're an attractive woman, Zoe. You will have all sorts of college girls, sluts, bitches, whores, whatever you want to call them, throwing themselves at you. Not to mention guys that make sluts, bitches and whores look far superior. Remember who you have at home!" She paused for a moment, then she said in a small voice, "You have, me." Feeling like I had just been scolded by mom, I could only smile at her. "Yes, Ma'am." Having made her point, quite forcefully, she turned in her seat to face forward. I shifted the car in gear to finish the drive home. When I turned into our driveway, I saw a dim light was on in the living room. It was just after ten o'clock, so I knew, more than likely, mom was still up waiting for us as she usually does. A mother's work is never done. We walked in the house to find mom sitting in one of the lounge chairs reading a book. She smiled when she saw us and stood. When I walked up to to her, she clothed me in a hug that only a loving mother could give to her child. Harper received the same affection. Holding her daughter close, she asked Harper, "How was the movie, dear?" Harper replied, "Good, very good but really sad." Harper looked from mom to me and without removing her gaze from mine said, "I would never have left." I understood the hidden meaning behind Harper's words. Looking at Harper straight in the eyes I said softly, "Neither would I." Harper nodded her head slightly. Mom looked at me, then back at Harper. "Now you have me curious about this movie, and you really must tell me about it, but not tonight, tomorrow instead. Your dad is in bed, and he doesn't know it yet, but he's about to be ravaged. Poor, dear, he won't stand a chance." She gave us a gleeful smile. Harper and I watched as mom walked away slowly, her hips swaying seductively, her head slightly to the side, as though in dreamy rumination of what was waiting for her in the bedroom. Harper and I smiled, knowing the headboard will most certainly be banging against the wall in short order. And though they try to keep their voices down, inevitably I will hear mom cry out at least once during their session. Hearing dad is a wildcard, but with mom it's a given. As an aside, and a rather kinky aside at that, it is quite the thrill, hearing mom cry out when she comes. Truth be told, being my room is right next to theirs, I have a front row seat, audibly not visually, of course, and have often masturbated and reached many intense orgasms while listening to the headboard bang provocatively against the wall while hearing mom cry out in pleasure. She has a really sensuous voice when she comes. That gets me off every time! Another little perverted aside here, when I don't hear the headboard banging in mom and dad's room, I take out my tablet and stream some amateur lesbian porn scenes to masturbate to. Far superior to the professional porn stars. Quite hot, that! As for mom, she is truly an attractive woman. Harper's facial features heavily favor mom's while I look more like dad, a very handsome man, indeed. If you saw Harper and me in public, you wouldn't know we were sister's. I know with some siblings there is a striking similarity, but with Harper and me, it just isn't that way. Harper has dad's hair color, a beautiful chestnut color, with a fine silky texture that runs down to just below her shoulder blades, while I have mom's jet black color, with a slightly coarse texture that runs down half the length of my back. Harper's eyes, a splendid and captivating hazel color, comes from dad, my soft sky blue eye color, from mom. One thing we both have from mom, and are both appreciative, are our full size breasts adorned with light pink in color areolas and nipples. I am the same size as mom, and while I won't give you our exact bra and cup size, a young lady has to have some semblance of modesty, all I will say is think, Kay Parker, the former porn star. Harper's breasts, however, are a little smaller because of her age, but no less impressive. The girl has been filling out lately though, and I have no doubt she will be my size eventually. If anything were to give us away that we are sister's, it's the breasts. Trust me on that. And oh, my God! When we were in the car, how wonderful did Harper's nipple feel between my thumb and forefinger! The softness and texture was exquisite. And the little tart, didn't even try to stop me from feeling her up! Come to think of it, when she felt me up in the car, I didn't stop her either. Oh, well, I suspect you can put me in the same category I just put Harper. After mom closed the bedroom door, I went to sit at the end of the sofa, while Harper stood in place looking at the floor. This is how it was between us. Harper wants desperately to come sit with me but she always waits, even though I have told her countless times she doesn't have to. When I call out her name, she looks at me, but doesn't move. I lightly tap the seat cushion next to me. She smiles, lowers her head and walks meekly to me. Lying on the sofa, she tenderly rests her head on my lap, usually facing me, looking up into my eyes. I begin to run my fingers through her hair, enthralled by it's silky texture, while the other hand lightly strokes her arm over and over again. In just a few minutes, Harper will drift peacefully to sleep and I will be left to marvel at her beauty until sleep comes for me too. That is how it was between us then, it is how we are today. A tap on my shoulder woke me from my slumber. It was mom. I looked at the clock on the end table to see it was just after one o'clock in the morning. Harper was still sound asleep, so with the gentle assistance of mom we somehow managed to lift her just enough so I could move out from under Harper without waking her. Mom motioned me to the kitchen. She walked to the freezer and took out a one gallon container of ice cream, placing it on the table. "Join me?" she asked I laughed. "Like I'm going to say, no!" I reached into the cupboard and took out two soup bowls instead of mugs. Ice cream, in this household, is serious business. When we began to eat, I couldn't help but joke with mom. "So, did you leave Dad in one piece?" She gave me a wicked grin. "Let's just say he survived." She then told me, she and dad spoke about college while Harper and I went to the movie. She said they talked about a general timeframe of going to the neighboring state to find an apartment for me. We spoke previously about living in a dorm on campus, but I didn't feel that was a good fit for me. If it were possible, I preferred the apartment, I told them. It would only be a little over two months before college starts and I knew that time would fly by. We would be making the trip before I knew it. Looking into her bowl of ice cream, she ran the spoon over it and said, "Harper doesn't know it yet, but she's going to be devastated when you leave. I don't think it's sunk in for her yet. She really loves you, Zoe." Having finished the last of my ice cream, I laid the spoon in the bowl and sat back in the chair. I looked into the dimly lit living room to see Harper lying on the sofa. I wanted to reach out and caress her. "I know she does, Mom. I love her, too. I hope she doesn't come to think I'll forget about her. Two years is a long time before she graduates." Mom dipped her spoon into the ice cream, reached over and gave me her bite. "She hasn't told me this, but I really think if you decide the four year route, she's going to go meet you when she graduates. She and I haven't talked yet about whether she wants to go to college or go straight into finding a job but regardless, she will follow you." "Mom, even if I have to come get her, I would do it in a heartbeat." Mom smiled and took the final bite of her ice cream. She stood, walked the short distance to me and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "You two make me so proud." I felt a sharp pang of guilt on hearing that. There was no doubt Harper and I would begin an intimate incestuous relationship. Hell, it already started, just not with the full blown sex, but that would come. I couldn't help but wonder if mom would be so proud of us then. Of course, she wouldn't! My heart winced at the thought. As I stood, mom lifted her brow, and with a deliciously conniving look on her face said, "Time for round two, dear. He's not getting off that easy." She winked at me, and off she went to the bedroom, as though she were floating on air. Hearing their bedroom door close, I hurriedly washed and rinsed the bowls and spoons, then rushed expectantly to my room, being sure to lock the door. I missed their first engagement, having slept pitifully on the sofa. In no way, on this beautiful green earth, was I going to miss the second. I hurriedly stripped out of my blue jeans and panty. I didn't even bother to remove my blouse and bra, they wouldn't be in the way for what I had in mind. I jumped on my bed on all fours, leaning forward a bit while resting on one elbow, the other hand at my pussy, my ass raised gloriously in the air. It felt so salacious! With gleeful alacrity, I thrust three fingers into my already sopping pussy. While finger fucking myself at a furious pace, I could hear mom's titillating voice call out her pleasure over and over again, with the beautiful sounding accompaniment of the headboard thumping against the wall, amplified even more by hearing my fingers making resplendent sounds in my saturated pussy, not to mention the physical sensations I was feeling. My eyelids were becoming heavy when my body began to feel the first inkling of an orgasm building inside. I was getting close. I could tell mom was, too. When my dear, loving mother oh, so lusciously screamed out her orgasm from the other side of the wall, my eyes snapped shut so hard, it almost hurt. All my cogent thought vanished in an instant, no, make that a nanosecond. I was in primal mode as I began to giggle softly with sexual delight, when I felt the first wave of sexual pleasure course through my body. And then my orgasm was upon me like a ravenous beast, making me feel like I was being consumed, the giggle now gone, cowering somewhere deep within me, hiding from this monster of an orgasm. I collapsed forward, my face buried deep into my pillow. As my juices gushed out of my pussy and onto the bedsheets, I joined mom's orgasm, in spirit, by screaming out my own. After two more euphoric orgasms, I lie on my stomach desperately gasping for air, my fingers still inside my moist pussy. After a few minutes, my breathing slowed. I was in that same position when, just as gently as a loving mother lifting her baby from the crib, sleep came and took hold of me. And thank goodness, I remembered to lock the door! I woke a little after seven o'clock that morning, still feeling more than a little aroused. Remembering the orgasms I had just a few hours ago, I thought of the words mom spoke to me just before she left the kitchen. 'Time for round two, dear.' Oh yes, it was! I sat up and removed my blouse and bra. Thank goodness I have large breasts for what I was about to do. And trust me, I do this often! Lying on my back, I cupped the sides of my breasts and pressed them together. My nipples, or as I lovingly call them, 'The Twins,' were side by side as I raised my breasts to my mouth. With The Twins perfectly aligned with my mouth, I sucked both of them in at once. I positioned my foot, placing my heel bone against my pussy and applied pressure. Oh, yes! That's it, right there! So, yummy! So, wanton! So decadent! This is not the first time I've done this with my heel bone. When I first started this, I knew both of my hands would be indisposed. A girl has to get a little creative sometimes, no? And then I mercilessly gorged on The Twins, much to their pleasure and delight. I licked, slurped, sucked and nibbled these two beautiful light pink twins while my pussy and my heel bone were catching up on old times. The feeling of The Twins in my mouth being teased by my teeth, lips and warm tongue sent tingling sensations throughout my body that I can't even begin to describe. The Twins are so sensitive, that when I treat them to this lovefest, they cause me to come quickly and this morning was no exception. My orgasm, although it was only one, was nonetheless powerful, sending juices spewing from my pussy onto my heel bone and then onto the sheets. After my earlier torrent and now this one, laundry is on my to-do list for today. After I breathlessly and grudgingly said adieu to my orgasm, I looked tenderly at The Twins. As I always do after one of our threesome's, I began to place sweet, delicate kisses from one twin to the other, repeatedly, to show them my deep and heartfelt appreciation. I sometimes think I spoil them a bit much with the affection I lavish on them afterwards, but they are such good twins! They are always ready and eager for my amorous attention and they never, ever, complain. What else could a young lady want! After a few minutes, strangely, the wondrous feelings were soon replaced by a feeling of loneliness, which swept through my body for several minutes. I lie there on my back with my hands cupping the sides of my breasts, wondering if I did anything to upset The Twins. And that's when I thought of her -- of Harper. And that's when the loneliness left me. I felt a strong yearning to go to her. I dressed quickly, while hoping she's not in her bedroom still asleep. I really need to see her! Just to see her! Being it was Sunday, I knew by this time, there would be two dozen doughnuts sitting on the kitchen table. Every Sunday morning, dad would go to the doughnut shop and buy one dozen regular glazed and one dozen chocolate covered doughnuts, with me, and sometimes Harper, tagging along every now and again. When the lady at the counter, who is also the owner, saw us walk in, she would immediately reach for two boxes and fill them accordingly. No words were exchanged, and dad never had to correct her. They would talk for a few minutes, if she wasn't too busy. After he paid her, he always left a generous tip. When I walked into the kitchen, my heart caught in my throat when I saw Harper. Thank goodness she was awake! She had a glass of milk in one hand and a half eaten doughnut in the other, using her hip to close the refrigerator door. Happiness flowed through me as sure as blood. One thing I have taken from this and carry it with me to this day, is than when I feel loneliness, or sadness, or any kind of negative feelings this sometimes uncaring world seems overly obliged to want to throw at us, Harper is the one who will lovingly get me through it. On the table, two doughnuts were sitting on a small plate. For the public record, the two doughnuts on the plate and the half eaten one she had in her hand, doesn't even begin to remotely register as an appetizer for Harper. The girl must have the metabolism of the Etruscan shrew. When she sat at the table, I noticed the other half of her doughnut that was in her hand, was already eaten. When she looked up and saw me, she scrunched her nose, narrowed her eyes, and said to me unflinchingly, "I'm suing you for abandonment!" Oh! Shit! After I had my spiritual orgasms with mom, I fell asleep, nearly in the blink of an eye, leaving Harper alone on the sofa. Guilt washed over me. I launched myself into damage control, hoping it would be my savior. Thinking quickly, I walked over to her, and if I'm being honest, swayed my hips as provocatively as I could, sat beside her and began to repeatedly and tenderly stroke her arm from her shoulder to her wrist, along with as sultry a look on my face as I could summon. God, her skin felt so good! It took a couple of minutes, but I knew her mood was beginning to lighten when I saw her narrowed eyes begin to soften. I placed a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose, then pressed my lips onto hers, lingering there for a few moments. "I'm so sorry, Harper," I whispered when I removed my lips from hers. She looked me in the eyes, and I must admit I was again captivated by those expressive hazel eyes, as I am to this day. A slight grin appeared on her face. "Mom and dad, was it?" she asked. Embarrassed I had been found out, I only nodded my head. She looked deeply into my eyes. "Thought so. You're such a trollop, sometimes." Before I knew what was happening, she thrust her face forward, her mouth meeting mine in a steamy kiss, our tongues becoming better acquainted with each kiss. When she wrapped her arms around me, my soul had no choice but to submit to her, even if only for a few moments. How naughty, how forbidden, how luxurious it was kissing her! And how I felt so safe in her arms! "Mom and dad?" I breathed out shakily after our lips seperated. After our intimate tongue swap, I was a little short-winded. Harper seemed to be taking the lusty kiss in stride. "They ruthlessly took some of the doughnuts and are going to spend the morning at the park," she replied with ease. She surprised me, not by trying to continue with another kiss but by reaching for a doughnut on her plate, and offering me a bite -- oh goodie, the chocolate covered ones -- which I anticipatively took a bite of. She tenderly wiped away a small crumb from the corner of my mouth while she looked at me in a way I could only describe as nothing short of devotion. After I nearly inhaled the bite, I pressed the palm of my hand to the side of her face and mouthed to her, "I love you." While I gazed into those spellbinding eyes, she mouthed her reply. "I love you." After a few moments, Harper stood, walked to the cupboard, took out a mug and filled it with milk from the refrigerator. "Anything you want to do today, or you know, maybe you need a break from me?" she asked in a low voice as she placed the milk on the table near me. "It's okay, you know, if you want to be alone or with your friends, I would understand." She looked down at her plate, reached for a regular glazed doughnut and began to devour it. Harper seemed to be drawing into herself again. She wasn't the determined, confident young lady that she was in the car last night. "Funny you should ask that," I answered. "In fact after lunch, we are going out for the day. Just the two of us." Harper jerked her head up, looked at me and yelped. With the radiant look she had on her face, you may have thought she had just been told she won a record breaking lottery. She hurriedly disposed of the bite of doughnut, stood and straddled my lap, then began to pepper my face with kisses. I placed my hand under her t-shirt, caressing her hips while basking in the feel of her soft, smooth and warm skin. What is this girl doing to me! She looked at me and said in her mock genteel voice, "My dear madam, you flatter by giving me of your time. I am humbled, truly." She began to laugh and I must admit it was rather contagious, because I started laughing too. I did think of taking Harper out for the afternoon, but after hearing the heart-rending sound of her voice thinking I might want some time away from her, it confirmed my decision that I had to take her someplace. And while I hadn't decided just exactly where we would go, the only thing that truly mattered, is that for the rest of the day, she would know I wanted to be with her, and only her.