AN: I wasn't seriously planning to continue this story, but enough of you asked, and JodiHutchins was kind enough to read a rough draft and give me some pointers. Go give her works a read because she's a sweetheart.
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Katie's lips stilled on Lilian's neck, tension stiffening her body. There was a whisper of hesitation before another kiss was gently placed on Lilian's neck.
"Katie." Lilian couldn't let this continue without knowing what was going through her step-sister's head. She felt conflicted enough as it was. "We need to talk."
Katie's sigh puffed against Lilian's skin. "I don't want to talk right now, Lilian."
"Well, I need to. I don't understand what just happened. And don't try to be cute and tell me we had sex. I mean between us. You hate me. Why would you...is this because of what I said the other day? Did you feel like you had to prove something to me?" Lilian moved her head back to try and look into Katie's eyes. Katie looked up, guilt, sadness, and fear almost covering the longing in her eyes.
"No, I wasn't trying to prove anything." Katie looked away, curling her arms between them and reminding Lilian they were naked. She sat up and pulled the sheet over Katie, hoping that making her more comfortable would encourage more talking.
When Katie didn't continue, Lilian sighed. "Katie, we can't do this again. You have to know that. I know we're not related by blood, but this still falls under the incest umbrella."
Katie sighed and sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. She looked over at Lilian, her expression resigned. "I know."
Lilian waited for Katie to say more, to explain herself, anything. Instead Katie sniffed like she was holding back tears and without looking at Lilian asked, "Can I have my dress please?"
"Yeah." Lilian left the bed to retrieve Katie's dress, removing the strap on at the same time. Tossing Katie's dress to the bed Lilian dug out pajamas and dressed quickly.
Feeling less exposed Lilian turned to her bed and Katie. "What now? Will you talk?" Lilian folded her arms over her chest when Katie looked away, "Are you going back to your room so we can just pretend this never happened?"
Katie looked up at Lilian, her expression guarded. She watched Lilian for so long Lilian almost repeated her questions. Finally Katie took a deep breath and rose from the bed. "I'll go back to my room. We won't speak of this, won't tell mom and dad. We'll pretend it never happened."
Lilian didn't like leaving this without figuring out why it happened in the first place, but she recognized that Katie wasn't willing, or able to talk about it. "Okay."
Sleep was a long time coming, and morning arrived too quickly once Lilian did fall asleep. She got up and trudged out to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and food. Marie was bustling about making pancakes while Patrick sat at the breakfast bar with a coffee mug and half empty plate, browsing the morning paper.
"You guys look like some quaint movie couple." Lilian observed, leaning on her dad's barstool.
"And good morning to you, Lilian." he smiled, giving her a glance over his reading glasses. He set the paper down and gave her a one arm hug, taking a sip of coffee before going back to the sports pages.
"Here you go, sweetie. Cream and sugar are here if you want. Help yourself to some pancakes and such," Marie set a mug in front of an empty barstool. "I've got to go get Katie up. She and I have a manicure appointment in an hour and we all know she needs almost that long just to wake up."
Lilian swallowed her mouthful of coffee uneasily. In the light of day she wasn't so sure she could pull off the act. With a surreptitious peek at her dad Lilian scrubbed a hand over her face and took a deep breath.
Marie returned ten minutes later with a disheveled Katie in tow. "Sit here. I'll get you coffee." she sat Katie on the stool next to Lilian before going to the cabinets for a mug. Katie groaned and set her head on the bar top, rolling it just enough to see Lilian. Lilian cut her last pancake as calmly as she could, ignoring Katie. Katie tried staring her down, only raising her head when her mother set a full cup of coffee in front of her nose. "Perk up, sweetie. We've got a nail appointment soon, remember?"
Katie sat up and tipped her head to each side until it cracked, then dropped it to Lilian's shoulder. Lilian froze, panic and alarm flooding her. Katie was going to give it away. She was going to fuck everything up. Lilian checked to see that their parents weren't looking and jerked her shoulder, forcing Katie's head back up. Katie gave her a shocked look, followed by a pout that earned her a stern frown. She quickly gathered herself with a whispered, "Sorry."
The rest of breakfast was uneventful and Lilian filled her morning helping her dad use the turkey carcass and leftover meat to make their version of turkey pot pie. Instead of making pies, they ladled the stew over homemade biscuits. It was something Patrick had done after their first Thanksgiving without her mother, and it had become a tradition. As they worked they chatted about her work and his hobbies. Patrick even weaseled a promise to visit for Christmas out of her. By the time Katie and Marie returned Lilian and Patrick were parked around the coffee table, four rounds deep into Uno, the stew simmering away.
The tension that snapped between Lilian and Katie was immediate and intense. Lilian laid down her next card and rolled her shoulders, hyper aware of Katie's progress through the room.
Patrick laid a card down and looked over at Lilian expectantly. "How do ya like them apples?"
Lilian looked down at the pile and scowled, "Damn it." she playfully glowered at her dad and began pulling from the draw pile.
"Language, you two." Marie gently scolded, passing through to kiss Patrick on the head.
"How was your outing, my dear?" Patrick asked, waiting for Lilian to play her card.
Lilian kept pulling cards as Marie regaled them with this year's Black Friday shopping adventure. Finally, a playable card came up and Lilian laid it down. Patrick smirked and laid down another card, down to five in his hand. Lilian shuffled her own twenty cards and sighed. Her four win streak was clearly in danger.
Katie walked back into the room and sat on the couch, almost right behind Lilian, in the same place they'd made out last night. She was so close Lilian could smell her, like a memory of the night before brought to life. Why was she doing this? They never sat so close, choosing to avoid each other even as adults. This was not acting like nothing happened. Lilian looked over her shoulder to see Katie flipping lazily through a magazine, blushing when their eyes met.