What happens when taboo loses all importance? What happens when social rules and mores don't seem to matter anymore? What happens when two sisters feel forbidden temptation pushing at their desires? What happens when love, hormones, and lust act together? This is what happens.
This is a stand-alone story about non-existing people. Any similarity with living or dead is only a coincidence. All the characters are 19 years or older (although for some, barely). Some (actually, most) of the interactions might not be adequate for everyone's taste. Comments and critiques are not only welcome but expected. English is not my mother language, btw.
Without further ado, delve in and enjoy!
INTRO
Pearl and Ruby had what seemed to be the perfect family. Pearl was the older daughter and Ruby was a year younger and they were the apple of their dad's eye. Their father, Saul, was an otherwise unremarkable man. He had dark brown hair, that he always parted on the side. Was about 6,1 feet tall, thin, pale, wore glasses over his sweet grey eyes and usually dressed in checkered shirts and loose jeans. He used to take Pearl and Ruby to the beach, to eat ice cream, to play bowling, to the bumping cars. He taught them to bike, to play volleyball and helped them with homework. Their mother, Sophia, was a stunning blonde, about 6,5 feet tall, with an hourglass figure that she liked to wrap in tight yoga pants or tight-fitting dresses. She wore her hair loose and was always distant with them, just busy with her cooking and house chores, and lately, with whatever she was doing in the afternoons. Since the last year or so, she left right before the girls arrived from school and didn't return until the night. She didn't interact or shared a lot with her daughters who bore a remarkable physical similarity to her. Pearl had the same ash-blond hair and the same pale complexion of her mother, complete with big grey eyes like her dad's. Ruby was a redhead and had the same piercing green eyes of her mom. The difference was their characters. They both had the same sweet and kind demeanor of their dad, very different from their mom's distant and aloof persona.
Life went well for the first 12 years when it was suddenly shattered without a previous announcement. What was a little world spinning happily and bringing Pearl, Ruby and their parents around suddenly crashed and came to a screeching stop. The two girls could hear their parents arguing in the kitchen from their bedroom. Mom was laughing like they never heard her doing it. It was a cold, cruel laugh and although they couldn't understand the meaning of the words, they could hear them clearly enough.
"I can't believe it took you a year to find out about me and Brad, moron," she was saying. "Do you think I was going to bear with your incompetence?" mom yelled. "Do you think this mediocre life was what I wanted when I married you?" she continued her rant. "I have ambitions. I want money. I want what money can buy. What can you offer with that lousy printing business of yours? I'm sick of counting pennies 'til the end of the month!"
Her dad seemed to have lost his voice and didn't answer.
"I am leaving you," she kept on yelling. "I am leaving this house. You can keep it, keep your puny business. Keep the two brats, also. I'm leaving. I'm leaving with Brad (Brad was Saul's accountant). At least he has more money than you and can fuck better than you!"
With that, the door slammed, and they didn't see their mother ever again.
For the next few weeks, their dad sank into a deep depression and almost let his company go bankrupt. Pearl was in 7th grade at the time and Ruby was in 6th. Neither knew what to do. Dad stopped going to work and just stayed in his room, smoking and staring at the ceiling. Ruby and Pearl were desperate to help. They took over all home chores. Ruby would clean and do the laundry. Pearl would cook and do the dishes, and they both tried to cheer their dad up but that was the only thing on which they couldn't succeed. They felt guilty and were sure they were the reason their mother left.
Dad was so down that they couldn't ask him. They cried every night in each other's shoulders and heard their dad's muffled sobs in his room which broke their young hearts. But when their grades began to suffer, the school sent a letter to dad and thank God! This seemed to bring him back to the world of the living.
After meeting with their teachers and the principal dad came home and found the girls in the kitchen. Pearl had just made Mac-and-Cheese for dinner and Ruby had just finished cleaning up the house. Dad sat on the table and sank his head in his hands.
"Pearl, Ruby, I'm so sorry," he cried. "I've been a selfish bastard and a lousy father. I sank in my grief and didn't realize that for you two this had to have been worse," he kept chastising himself. "You are just kids, and I didn't pay attention to you. I wasn't there for you. Please, can you forgive me? I'll pull myself up, I promise, if you forgive me."
Pearl and Ruby couldn't believe what they were seeing. Their dad, who had been their hero for their entire lives and that had become a hermit during the last weeks, was opening up and asking their forgiveness. Neither of the girls couldn't answer. They just hugged him tightly and cried with him until they couldn't shed another tear. This marked a turning point and dad shed his sadness and took back his interest in life, his business and his two lovely daughters.
RUBY AND PEARL
Almost nine years had passed since that fateful night when mom left. Pearl was sitting in her dresser putting on some make-up. Today was her first appointment on her list of applications for college. She had just turned 20 a few days previously and had finished high school a week before that. Her grades were good, and she felt she had the chance to pick whatever college she wanted. She didn't want to go too far and would prefer to stay home, if possible. She loved her family too much and Ruby would graduate by the end of this year.
Pensively, she brushed her hair which she wore long down to her hips and didn't adorn it with anything. She applied very little makeup and rose up from her seat. She was wearing a sheer red set of underwear. The color and lace contrasting beautiful with her milky skin. The crotch of her panties let her lush bush to be glimpsed with ease.
She was feeling a little horny. In the last two years she had had a few unsatisfactory experiences with some kids of her age. They always seemed to rush things, were only interested in sex and didn't care about foreplay or what she wanted or needed. The three attempts at sex she had, had ended disastrously and at 20, she was still carrying her cherry. She was no prude. By no means she wasn't. She just yearned for romance, for a strong man to sweep her off her feet, to carry her to bed, to undress her with his eyes before laying the first kiss in her lips. She longed for an older, experienced, kind man that would be able to slowly but surely stoke her flames until she became a trembling mass of horniness.
She began to get wet and checking the clock, realized she had time to rub one out before leaving. She got in her bathroom with her mind filled with images of this unknown, faceless man that was going to take her to unknown heights of lust and passion and was the usual companion for her frequent masturbation sessions. She rapidly shed her underwear and stepping in the shower turned it on and started to rub her nubile breasts while the warm water made rivulets on her stunning body. Her nipples were hard and responsive, and she moaned when she stroked them. She increased the water temperature, allowing hot water to splash over her sensitive skin.
She lowered her hand to her crotch. Her pussy was irradiating heat and was slick with her juices. Her clit was hard and protruding and responded very well to her well-trained fingers. She had been masturbating very frequently since she didn't know when, always with the same image of a faceless man filling her dreams. She knew she was very turned on now and she knew it wouldn't be long before getting her release. She started to rub her clit with abandon, seeing the faceless man crouching between her legs lapping at her pussy. Increasing her tempo, she felt the familiar warmth gathering at her center. Her muscles started to tremble in anticipation to her orgasm. She let go of her tits and put a finger inside her pussy, imagining the faceless man fucking her and continuing to rub her clit. She started to move her finger in and out of her by now drenched pussy. Her orgasm was gathering strength, and she it promised to be a good one. It began to expand, and she began to moan loudly. Finally, it swept over her body while she moaned
"YES, DAD! JUST LIKE THAT, DAD! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
