Copyright Β© May 2018 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author's Notes
Foreword #1: All sexually active characters in this story are over 18.
Foreword #2: This is a story and intended purely for pleasure.
Foreword #3: The author does not condone nor encourage the practice of incest.
Foreword #4: This is a sixth chapter in the Little Sis series. Although there is a little recap at the start of the story, you may want to read the earlier parts to get up to speed with the journey so far.
Foreword #5: Thank you so much to mbrow for being kind enough to read the draft story and provide his edits. Very much appreciated.
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Gabriella, or Gabi to her friends, will always be my "Little Sis". Not because she was younger than me, in actual fact she was a year older, but because she was . . . how can I say it simply . . .
little
.
OK, so she was not really my sister. She was my step-sister. I'd watched Little Sis grow up from young wannabe gymnast/dancer, through to sexually charged seductress. It was the latter which had really taken me by surprise. The sweet innocent Gabi, whom I had known for years, went away to university and what came back was a totally different young woman, a woman who knew what she wanted and knew how to go about getting it.
It started just after my eighteenth birthday with a strange present of two tickets to a rather old-fashioned retro cinema. Not wanting to upset her feelings I went along with the idea and soon found out that the tickets were just an excuse for a little private time together. The real present was to cum a little later, Gabi on the end of my finger and myself flooding my boxers.
Christmas though was when things really heated up. Gabi had it all planned. A discreet blowjob one night was followed by full on sex the next. That Christmas would be forever etched in my memory. Christmas was followed some weeks later by a most enjoyable weekend at Little Sis' place with her and her lesbian lover. Quite unexpectedly, I came to enjoy both women.
There was a twist though, in the form of a Valentine's card slipped under the door to my flat. An unsigned card, hand written with two simple words . . .
"Te Amo"
Life had become just that little bit more complicated when I found out who my secret admirer was. Unbeknown to me, whilst I was drooling over Little Sis, one of my study mates, Mara, was dreaming over me. One step led to another, culminating in the two of us making music together back in my apartment. After one such session she ended up staying the night. It was only then that I realised my tendency to talk in my sleep. OK, I didn't realise it, but Mara certainly did, and now I had a dilemma to resolve.
Even an Easter back home, with the sole intention of telling Little Sis that our bit of fun had come to an end, didn't work out as I intended. Despite all my best intentions, a little "Easter egg" got in the way and Little Sis never did quite come to understand what I was saying, although she did cum a lot. So now, holidays over, I can only brace myself for what was to happen when Gabi met Mara.
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There are always some things in life which are so predictable. For example, why does time go so fast when you are having fun, or why does it always seem that the grass is greener on the other side? There are many such sayings, but the one in my mind at the moment was around not being able to put off the inevitable. Three weeks had already flown byβthat was the having fun bit, back alone with darling Maraβand now Little Sis' visit was almost upon usβthat was the never being able to put off the inevitable bit.
My mood had changed and not necessarily for the better. The more I thought about her visit, the tetchier I became. It wasn't Mara's fault. In fact, it wasn't anything to do with Mara. I guess, in a nutshell, I was scared. They say that what you don't know can't hurt you, and to be honest I wanted to keep it that way. So, what was I scared of? I guess it was the unpredictability which came with Little Sis. If nothing else she was kind of impetuous, and I really didn't know if she was going to keep us a secret. Yes, she had said that she wouldn't tell Mara about Jamie and Gabi but even so, I had my doubts. Boy, I couldn't wait to get this weekend over with. It was just the not knowing which worried me. Not knowing whether I'd be left to pick up the pieces, or in fact whether there would even be any pieces left to pick up.
So, there was only one thing for it. Back to my opening statement of why does time go so fast when you are having fun. The answer was there, in full view. Little Sis would be here for two nights and two days, so make sure the time was packed out with lots of fun things to do. With a fun-filled weekend there wouldn't even be the opportunity for her to get up to any mischief.
She would arrive on the Friday night. That was an easy one; food, drink and she was bound to be tired after the journey. Saturday, now that was a little trickier but maybe the excuse of some private time with my step-sister would keep her out of harm's reach. Saturday night was the one to keep an eye on, and then Sunday she would be off back home.
Why was I scheming like this? Was I really so worried or was I just being overly cautious? I guess there was so much at stake, so much to lose. But then, would she really do this to me? She had Jules, her lesbian lover, and they both seemed so happy together, so maybe what we had was just a bit of fun. She genuinely did seem happy for me when I told her about Mara, but we did still end up being a little more than just siblings when it came to that Easter egg. Oh boy, life was so difficult. Roll on Monday was all I could think.
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By the time Friday came around, you could cut the tension with a knife. There were still a couple of hours before Little Sis arrived, but already I was on edge and it was obvious that Mara had noticed. It was in that same dining area, the one where I first noticed how coy Mara was being to me, that we ended up chatting over a late afternoon coffee.
"There's something wrong, isn't there Jamie?" she asked, her eyes showing the merest concern for my wellbeing.
"No, I'm fine," came an almost distant reply.
"You can't mean that. I can see it in your eyes. Something is wrong."
There was a pause. Maybe too long a pause as I thought about what to say. I could hardly come clean, could I?
"Look, Jamie. It's me, Mara. You can tell me. Have I done something to upset you?"
"No, nothing."
"So, if it's not me, then what is it. You've been so different over the last few days."
Again, a pause. I really wasn't up for twenty questions, but I guessed I was going to get it nonetheless.
"Nothing. Really, it's nothing. I guess I'm just a little nervous about . . . "