This story contains plenty of build up. For those looking for a quick-fix, I recommend looking elsewhere.
A 'thank you' goes to Literotica editor Eyes4girlsonly who helped me write my wrongs.
Prologue
It was close to midnight when Sarah Mason awoke in her bedroom from a bad night's sleep. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she sobbed heavily, her breathing erratic and uncontrolled, her facial expressions ridden with angst and pain. A lamp was switched on in the hallway outside and quietly her brother, John Mason standing six feet one, opened the door to her bedroom and made his way inside. No words were necessary as he removed her covers in order to carry her to his bedroom. He noticed that her t-shirt was soaking wet with sweat.
"Hey sweetie," he whispered. "You're soaking wet. C'mon, we have to get you out of that t-shirt, okay?" Something that resembled a nod among all the sobbing gave him the permission to continue. Neither of them were prude around each other, both having seen as each other naked multiple times growing up. They were siblings after all, and had come to be very close ones at that. As he removed her shirt, her arms went above her head and revealed a vulnerable, albeit beautiful, older sister. Her arms led down to a beautiful face framed by dusky blonde hair, to two small, perky breasts and a narrow waist. Her pale skin on the flat tummy was glistening with sweat, and as his eyes travelled further down he saw her white cotton panties and the slender legs she always had. He gently picked her up and carried her over to his bedroom, turning off the light as he passed the light switch.
He held her tight that night, looking briefly into the mirror across the room from his bed. As he saw his own reflection he wondered what to make of it all. He could see a storm brewing within himself, waiting to be unleashed and tear him apart as it was tearing his sister apart. John looked down on his sister who was cradled in his arms, looked down at her beautiful face which gave him the strength to continue.
"You've had a long day, haven't you?" he said quietly. "We both have," he corrected himself. He kissed her forehead. "We have each other though, don't we?" he continued.
Now that there's only the two us left...
"I love you." It was merely a whisper, but it carried through to his sister, whose sobbing softly subsided. Soon, they were both asleep, comforted by each other. The suicide of their younger brother Sam had left the two remaining members of the Mason family heavily wounded and confused.
The next coming days were difficult for them both. John's mind was on autopilot, taking care of all menial things and trivial chores. Sarah was going through the first stages of grief. Unlike Sarah, who was her own boss, John was a firefighter in Brightview Falls Fire Department. He had informed his colleagues and supervisor of what had happened and as expected, worried voices made their way over the phone line, but each time he calmed them down. His supervisor told him to let him know when he felt he was ready for the firefighting business again, and until then he was to rest. Funeral was scheduled for in three days.
Chapter 1
It had been a week since Sam had left them and John was helping out at a local pub The Tribute. Simon, the owner, was a close friend and a member of the local fire department as well so John helped out every now and then. Tonight he was working the early shift. He had agreed to it quite happily, because the sound of people made him relax. Sarah was there too, sitting next to the window sipping on ice water. As the evening went on, he kept one eye on his sister and one on the customers. It began to get crowded. Suddenly, John heard overheard someone talking.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Sarah looked up and into a pair of the greenest eyes she had ever seen; eyes belonging to a stunning looking fair-skinned redhead, only a little taller than Sarah's five feet seven. Sarah hadn't spoken to anyone except her brother the past few days and for the briefest of moments, she wondered if her voice would hold.
"No, you go ahead," she replied.
The redhead extended her hand and with a vivid smile introduced herself.
"Jessica Tanner, new in town."
Sarah, still staring into the most gorgeous forest-green eyes she ever seen, unconsciously took her hand but remained speechless. Suddenly, John was next to her ready to take her order.
"Hi tiger," Jessica said and greeted him with a smile.
"Hey Jess", he replied with an even bigger smile. Sarah snapped out of her trance.
"Do you two know each other?"
"Nah-uh," John said as he shook his head. "I thought we were coming up with cute names though."
"But how did you know..."
"... Her name? I heard when she introduced herself." He turned to Jessica. "Big ears, you know." Jessica laughed. He turned back to Sarah.
"So what's yours?"
"My what?"
"Your nickname?"
"Uh-"
"You didn't introduce yourself?" He turned back to Jessica. "She hasn't introduced herself yet?" Sarah looked bewildered.
Jessica happily played along. "No" she answered with pouty lips.
"I apologize on behalf my sister, she—"
"Hey! You watch it! I'm older than you!" Sarah interrupted.
"And yet you are without manners," he quickly replied with a smile. Before Sarah had any chance for a rebuttal, he turned to Jessica. "What would you like?"
"Oh, a light beer would be nice." He nodded and left the two women.
A bit embarrassed Sarah turned her eyes back to Jessica. "I am Sarah Mason," she said sheepishly. "And he," she pointed at her brother, "is my younger brother John."
"Pleasure to meet you both," Jessica said with a grin on her face.
"Soooo... Do I also get a nickname or has my boat already sailed?" Sarah continued.
Jessica pretended to ponder the alternatives until she had decided.
"You shall forever be known as Queen of Mannerville."
"Queen huh? I like it." She couldn't help smiling. Suddenly realizing something, Sarah averted her eyes to the table. "I am not, you know, um...."
"A lesbian?" Jessica wondered.
It was an easy assumption to make. While The Tribute wasn't officially a lesbian pub, there was a lesbian club a block away. The Tribute was the closest pub and had a reputation of taking care of the ladies that were there. Men and women were both allowed, of course, but whenever there was a surge of testosterone and male voices echoed derogatory comments, the staff members of the pub were quick to throw them out.
Suddenly uncomfortable, Sarah nodded. While she wasn't a lesbian, she didn't want Jessica to go away. There was something about her... And she made her smile.
"It's okay," Jessica replied as she shrugged her shoulders. Then she leaned forward, raised one of her eyebrows and whispered: "I thought this was a lesbian club though? Like I said, I'm new in town so I had to do some reading before I got here."
"Not an official, but the closest you'll get," Sarah replied with a weak smile. "Most of the women here probably are, and Simon, the owner, has always taken good care of them." Jessica nodded, and hesitated before she continued.
"I can leave if you want, or if I make you uncomfortable?" She didn't want to leave though. She liked Sarah. It was hard to put it to words, but they just seemed to click. She grabbed her purse and was about to stand up when both of Sarah's hands shot forth and grabbed her one hand still resting on the table.
"Please stay," she said as she looked into Jessica's amazing eyes, silently willing her not to go. Jessica held her gaze only for a short moment before she dropped her purse to the floor again.
"I would love to."
John came shortly after with her beer.
"So, what do you make of Brightview Falls?" he said as he poured her beer into a glass.
"For its size I'd have to say remarkably cozy. Big, though. Not really finding my way around yet." He nodded his understanding and turned to Sarah.
"Hey sis, how about you show Jess around tomorrow?"
Sarah nodded in agreement and looked at Jessica.
"Only if you don't have any other plans? I don't want to intrude."
