Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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A new story for Kylie and Brooke! Reading chapter 1 not strictly necessary but would definitely help with the character backgrounds. All characters 18 or older. ALSO! There were some complaints on part 1 that it was just lesbian sex... I don't really understand the criticism but I suppose a disclaimer: Only lesbian sex here... between sisters as well as a non-sibling too. If that's not your thing, now you know : )
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Kylie stared out the window with an intensity that she was rarely, if ever, able to muster at school. Spring break had just started, seeming to arrive just in time to keep her from going completely crazy with the monotonous yet hectic flurry that is one's senior year in high school. She had been so busy with sports and preparing for her escape to college that she had not had much time to just sit and relax.
However there was something else she had not had much of recently either. That particular subject was what played as a lurid fantasy in her mind as she nervously drummed her long graceful fingers on the wooden windowsill and craned her neck to look down the street for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour. The cool breeze that caressed her face as she leaned out the window to scope the quiet Georgia road felt nice and was a temporary distraction from her vigil. The spring day was idyllic at the moment but carried the familiar sharp scent of ozone and rain that signified a storm on the horizon.
She heard a car door slam which jerked her out of the moment and she looked around quickly. Just the stupid Clarks next door, she thought bitterly. Kylie sighed and continued to scan the road for any oncoming cars. Kylie clearly had a problem.
Kylie hadn't seen her big sister Brooke since Christmas break. The worst part of that was she had not seen the person she considered to be her best friend in the whole world for 3 months...the second worst part was she had not gotten laid for 3 months.
Earlier in the year Kylie had thought she had it all figured out. Stay out of the messy and painful hormonal fray of the high school dating scene and wait until she arrived at college to embark on a personal journey into the sexual tensions that at the time had been frightening and foreign to her.
Then, back in October, that fateful visit from her big sister. Confessions were made and tears were shed, and when the night ended the two sisters lay together in a naked embrace. Kylie had gotten her experience with the fairer sex that she thought she needed for entering the dating world and her sister Brooke had expressed her love for her sister in a deeply physical way.
Since that fateful encounter Brooke had left college to visit as often as possible, 4 times to be exact. Their parents had been thrilled of course; little did they know the true reason for the visits. The times in between were sometimes filled with thoughts of uncertainty, panic and doubt about the morality of their deeds, but those concerns were always swept away in the warmth of each other's lips and the euphoria of traded orgasms.
During this initial wealth of visits the two sisters had spent as much time locked away in Kylie's bedroom as they could without arousing suspicion. Kylie learned a litany of new tricks from her more experienced sister as well as learning that her initial thoughts that girls were much more interesting than guys was dead on. While the earth shaking and mind numbing orgasms that her sister coaxed out of her were fantastic things that haunted her memories for days, her favorite thing was snuggling up to her sister afterwards. She loved feeling her sister's chest rise and fall, and loved feeling the hot wetness of her sister's sex as her own leg nestled up against it.
This was by far the longest time since that first night they had gone without seeing each other. In that time Kylie had not taken any other lovers, or even tried, preferring to keep her blossoming interest in women private. Kylie hoped that Brooke hadn't started to have second thoughts about this. Or worse that she had done something wrong, something to upset her sister. They talked a lot on the phone still and she seemed fine, but still Kylie worried.
Finally, at long last, she spotted Brooke's green Mustang convertible drive up the quiet lane as the golden light of afternoon began to darken; the leaden clouds encroached on the horizon. Initial elation turned to confusion and disappointment when she saw the car had a passenger. Kylie recognized the girl as Brooke's friend from school, Lucy. The girl was not hard to recognize. In Kylie's school there were not many girls that did the whole Goth thing, college was probably different though. Lucy's pale skin, black lacy cloths and blood red lipstick were hard to miss. The multitude of facial piercings that Kylie could see as they pulled in confirmed it.
Kylie stomped down the stairs angrily, the week she had so been looking forward to now appeared ruined because her sister brought home a friend. They obviously weren't going to be spending any "quality time" in her room with Lucy around. Worse, given what she knew about the relationship the two had, it was quite possible someone else might be sharing that time with her sister.
"Did you know about this?!" Kylie snapped loudly and irrationally at her father as they passed in the hall. "Why would you let her strange friend stay here for spring break?"
"Why wouldn't we let her bring a friend home?" Her father replied in a confused tone. "Honestly I'm just thrilled she's not off getting pregnant or high in Daytona Beach or some other sleazy spring break place".
Kylie saw his point but still glared at him icily as he walked by. As she entered the living room she was gathered up in a gigantic hug by her sister and her anger begrudgingly melted away at least a little, even as she saw Lucy standing awkwardly in the corner as the family got reacquainted. The hug lasted just a bit longer than a normal sibling hug would, and Kylie swore she detected Brooke pressing herself up against her body harder than necessary.
"Great to see you kiddo! You remember seeing pictures of my friend Lucy right?" Brooke asked as she waved the pale girl over to be introduced.
Kylie fought to be polite. "Yes, and I heard lots of stories too" she said, in a tone that only Brooke (and presumably Lucy) understood the meaning off.
Lucy shook her hand and smiled. "It's nice to meet you Kylie" she said quietly.
Kylie looked the girl over. While she was not the classic playboy worthy beauty that her sister was, she could not help but admit there was something to her appearance that at least made her curious. Just physically she was quite pretty, a good bit thinner than Brooke and a little shorter. She had a narrow face and delicate bone structure that seemed to match her style well. She was dressed more conservatively than in some of her pictures, probably a standard policy when anyone meets the parents.
Her black broomstick skirt went down to her black Doc Martins and she wore a thin and tight black sweater that accentuated a pair of pert breast about the size of her own. Her black hair had streaks of unnatural red dye and it was all pulled up in a loose ponytail. This contrasted strikingly with her flawless and milky skin. The look was topped off with an array of piercings, Kylie counted two nose, one lip, one tongue, 3 eyebrow and at least 7 or 8 ear jewelries before she decided she was probably staring too much.
Despite their multitude, her piercings were all delicate and tasteful and Kylie actually found herself deeply curious about them. And about the others her sister had described in private.
