This is intended to be another lesbian Romance. Not exactly sure where it's going from here though. I'm really working hard here to create a character that is reacting to a situation that she finds herself in. I really don't want her to come across as a total man-hating bitch, but not really sure that I succeeded. Please try to read it with the understanding that she really does not hate men, and actually does like them as friends, but that she is kind of forced into her situation. Also, don't get too hung up on the treatment of the guys in this chapter. There may be a few surprises yet to come (or is it cum?)
There is absolutely NO incest in this series. None. Not even implied incest. If you think there is, then get yourself checked by a therapist.
This is the story of another cousin of GTO and Linda. She is not mentioned in any of the other stories, but Gail, Robin and Linda will be making appearances. I also had to throw in an encounter with Jimmy. For those not familiar with him, he seems to be my favorite punching bag. He's a real douche, and kind of deserves it.
This is fiction, people! As in, NOT REAL. All characters having sex are over 18. OK, Legal bullshit: Fiction, not real, everyone over 18, don't bother with comments on spelling or grammar, I read stories here too, so I know that I am far from the worst in those areas.
Now, without further ado.
My Sister's Best Friend Ch. 2:
Tabitha and I put the plan in motion. We started going out with the guys. Most of the time, we were able to work out double dates, but others were just single dates. Coincidently (yeah, right) we usually ran into each other when we were out on the single dates. We got nice meals at good restaurants, saw lots of shows, danced, and had a lot of fun. Always, at the end of the night, the guys would drop us off at either my apartment or Tabby's. Usually, they would get a hug and a kiss on the cheek. After they were gone, Tabby and I would finish the night off with each other.
Now, before you completely dismiss us as a couple of using bitches, I will tell you that most of the time, the guys were having a really good time as well. True, they may have been expecting more than a hug and kiss on the cheek, but they were going out with an attractive girl instead of watching TV alone on the weekend. We actually put in the effort to make sure that they had a good time as well. We considered these 'dates' as being out with a good friend. In fact, several of the guys really did become good friends that we could hang out with. The really funny thing was that two of the guys that we doble dated with were actually closeted gays! They were dating us to keep their friends and family in the dark as well. They eventually got together and came out of the closet.
Thanksgiving came around, and Tabby and I were discussing how to be together for it. It was a pretty simple plan. My sister has a soft spot for her friends. She really only seems to be a bitch to me. Tabitha mentioned to her one day at work that she wasn't able to go back home to see her family that year and would be alone for Thanksgiving. Of course, Katie immediately invited her to celebrate with our family. Most holidays were at Katie's, since she had a large enough place for everyone. Problem solved.
Unfortunately, while that problem was solved, it inadvertently created another unforeseen problem. I admit, it was my fault. I let my guard down a bit. Sometimes you just can't help what your body does when you aren't completely aware of it. I used to be so good at hiding things. That's probably because I had never been truly in love with anyone before. At least, that's the only explanation that I can come up with at this point.
Thanksgiving was wonderful. I arrived at Katie's house about 9:00 AM. Kickoff for the first football game was at 9:30. Tabitha arrived shortly after I did. We busily helped with the cooking and setting up while keeping an eye on the game. Mom and dad, along with several other relatives showed up throughout the morning as well. Dinned was at 1:00, just as the kickoff for the next game. Those that wanted to, could eat in the Livingroom and watch, while the others sat in the dining room and talked. Tabby and I were next to each other on the couch. We were laughing, conversing, and harassing Cousin Melvin. Melvin was a huge Dallas fan. While I wasn't particular about either team, I just had to root for the Panthers so I could trash talk him. The Panthers were pretty much destroying the Cowboys that day.
That's when it happened. Tabby and I were laughing and joking with each other after I zinged Melvin with another comment when I glanced at Aunt Susan. She seemed to be boring holes in me with her eyes. She had a really weird expression on her face as she was watching me. I couldn't tell what it was, but the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. She must have suddenly noticed that I was looking at her, and she looked away. A minute later, she was engaged in a cheery conversation with Aunt Donna. Something wasn't quite right, but I couldn't figure it out. I decided to keep a wary eye on Aunt Susan for the rest of the day. About an hour later, I noticed Aunt Susan and Uncle Jacob come in from the back yard. My radar was already on from earlier, so I was aware that Uncle Jacob began to keep his eyes on me and Tabitha a bit more than earlier.
"Cindy, would you and Tabitha please help me in the kitchen with the deserts?" I heard Aunt Susan ask.
Tabby and I followed her into the kitchen dutifully. We were not even slightly expecting what came next.
"Please. Tell me how to contact my daughter." Aunt Susan begged once the door closed behind us.
To say I was shocked would be like saying that the nuclear bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima was a glorified firecracker. I was stunned into silence. I should probably mention here that everyone in tha family knew for several years now that Uncle Jacob and Aunt Susan sincerely regretted what they had done to Linda. Her bedroom at their house had become a sort of shrine to her. No one was allowed to enter it, and they kept it in perfect condition in the hope that she would eventually forgive them and return. Why she thought that I would have any idea how to contact Linda both frightened and confused me. I was frightened because if she thought that I was in contact with her lesbian daughter, that meant that she had probably guessed my secret. That meant that either she could expose me as well, or that I was doing something that would allow other family members to figure it out. It confused me because, as far as I knew, no one in the family had any contact with her. What would make Aunt Susan think that I had any contact with my long-lost cousin?
Finally finding my voice, I asked, "Aunt Susan, what makes you think that I know how to contact Linda?"
"Please. I'm begging you. Please help Jacob and me. We'll do whatever is needed. Just let me tell her how sorry we are. I just need to talk to her again." She begged.
"Aunt Susan, I really don't know what you're talking about. I haven't heard from her for years, just like the rest of the family. What makes you think that I could tell you where she is?"
I watched the look of despair come over her face.
"I, I just thought...." She began as she looked down at the floor.
"What is it, Aunt Susan?" I asked.
A minute later, she took a breath, looked up, and huffed out as she steeled herself to explain. "About three years ago, we received an email from Linda. The email account was closed immediately after she sent it, so we could not even reply to it. She told us that she was doing well, had graduated from college, and was going to law school. She then told us that the pain that we had caused her was so great, that even though she still loved us, we would have to prove to her that we were willing to do whatever it took to build a real relationship with her. To prove to that, she informed us that we would have to work very hard to find the two people that would tell us how to contact her. Jacob and I came to the conclusion today that it might be you and your girlfriend."
I'm still not sure to this day if the 'SNAP' I heard was from my brain short circuiting or from Tabitha's neck as her head spun to look at me. Aunt Susan smiled faintly at the look of horror on our faces.
