"Ann! Hurry up and get down here! Breakfast is almost ready and we aren't waiting!" Her mother's muffled voice crept annoyingly up the stairway and through the bathroom door.
"One minute!"
Pulling back her silky chocolate hair with both hands, she formed her customary ponytail, and secured it using an elastic tie that sported a light-blue glass flower. The four-petaled jewelry itself had been given to her by her sister Tiffany, who had picked it out one day as they perused the storefronts of the nearby outlet mall long ago. It went well with her eyes, Tiff said to her. Now that Tiff had returned home, she found herself wearing it more often... not just to show her appreciation for the gift, but to attract her sister's attention. As if she need to try very hard to do that...
Another warning came from the kitchen downstairs, and Ann rushed to apply her subtle pink lipstick. Just some extra color to match her already bright outfit. With one last check of the mirror, she whirled away and threw open the bathroom door, hurrying down the hall before her mother could pester her further. As she descended the stairs, feet thumping the plush carpet of the steps, the smell of waffles, butter, eggs, and sausage greeted her. Her stomach growled. Ann realized that she had quite the appetite this morning, and licked her lips hungrily as she reached the foot of the stairway. Only a few steps remained to the informal dining room where she'd eaten breakfast for most of her life.
It had been just over three weeks since the night that Tiff had arrived home from school and walked in on Ann. She'd been desperate and depressed before that moment, lost in the process of finding her path after graduating from high school. Confused and alone, Ann had turned to masturbation to calm herself, kicking off a series of events that led to her eventual discovery of the mutual love, and lust, that existed between her and Tiff. In the ensuing weeks, Tiff had begun to mentor Ann, walking her through college application essays, financial aid, and SAT review. Infatuated with her sister, Ann had worked diligently and shown improvement in multiple subjects. According to Tiff, she already had a good shot at improving her written testing scores.
Walnut-colored ponytail swirling behind her, Ann skidded into the eating area, ready for breakfast. Her older sister, already seated with her plate, looked up from her phone and squinted, giving Ann a sly smile.
"What took you so long?" teased Tiff, "Couldn't find any clean clothes?"
Ann glared. "Maybe it's because you took so long in the bathroom before me."
She sat down across from Tiff, where a clean plate, a glass, and silverware had been set for her. There was a large loaf of cinnamon-swirl bread, along with several muffins and various fruits, placed on a tray at the center of the table. Ann could hear her mother moving about in the kitchen, still putting the finishing touches on the morning fare. Since she'd been a girl, breakfast had always been the most important meal of the day in the Webber household.
"Where's dad?" asked Ann, pulling out her own smartphone to check her notifications.
"Oh, he left for work already, something about an early board meeting..." explained Tiff nonchalantly.
"That's right, your father is very busy at work these days." Elizabeth Webber entered the room, carrying a pitcher in either hand. "Would my girls like some orange juice or milk?"
"I'll have some milk!" said Tiff.
"And I'll have orange juice, please," replied Ann, sliding her glass on the table.
Tiff leaned back in her chair. "I guess little sister has had enough
milk
the past couple weeks..."
Ann coughed loudly at the veiled pun, and shot a dirty look at Tiff. It was true, after all. The past weeks, she'd ingested more of her sister's cum than she cared to admit. Though she'd become more comfortable sharing a bed... or a closet, shower, even car... with her sister, she still was nervous when it came to letting Tiff ejaculate inside. Condoms had been offered, but Tiff wasn't interested. So, as of yet, her only options were a series of swallows, or a tremendous mess. More often than not, Ann chose to drink as much of her sister's "spilled milk" as possible... though sometimes there was far too much to contain.
Her mother laughed sweetly and began carefully pouring the drinks. "Whatever makes my babies happy!"
Just as Tiff's glass was full, a timer cried out in the kitchen, and Beth rushed off to sooth it, her shoulder length hair and golden hoop earrings whirling about her head. Ann had inherited her mother's darker hair color... but not her deep green eyes. Tiff had those. As soon as the two were alone, Ann turned to her sister and whispered angrily.
"Don't say stuff like that Tiff. Our parents can't find out about... us!"
"You mean... that we're fucking?" said Tiff, not trying to modulate her voice.
"Tiff! Shhh!"
"Oh, c'mon coffee bean, mom won't find out. It's been almost a month and she doesn't suspect a thing."
"I swear..." Just then, their mother returned to the room to pour Ann's drink, and both sisters stopped their hushed bickering, looked up, and smiled innocently. Beth eyed her daughters inquisitively.
"What are you two up to?" the older woman asked.
"Nothing mom!" replied Ann, a bit too quickly.
"Nothing is it? I don't think so. Your mother always knows when her babies are trying to keep something quiet..." Ann fidgeted a little in her chair, causing the seat to creak. Reluctantly, Tiff jumped in for the save.
"We were just talking about a study plan for later today! Ann really needs to improve her trigonometry before she retakes her SAT."
"That's... that's right! I need to bring up my math scores if I want to apply where Tiff goes!"
Beth straightened her back, and smiled. "I'm so proud of my youngest for wanting to follow in her big sister's steps! I know you can do it Ann, I've seen a real drive in you lately."
"Oh, she's
very
eager..." chimed Tiff.
Under the table, a soft foot brushed against the inside of Ann's calf, slowly rubbing her bare skin. It caused her to snort abruptly, eyeing her sister as she began to sip her milk slowly.
"And Tiff, I'm glad you decided to stay here for the summer, we thought you'd want to return to college for your studies last week."
"Well, that was originally my plan, but I realized that Ann really needs my help in the bedroom."
"PfftTT!" Ann spat some of her milk back into her cup in shock. There were more gentle touches on her leg.
Tiff looked at her sister calmly, then turned to Beth. "We've been doing a ton of studying in her room after all!"
"Yes, I have noticed you two have been spending most of your time in there with the door shut," agreed Beth, not registering Ann's display.
