Heather and Kristen were sisters. They tried to stay very close, throughout the years they were growing up in their parents' house. Although they were only 4 years apart, no two sisters were the best of friends. They never really thought of being jealous of each other over the years. The typical fights were over small, idiotic things. This was something their mother Angela prided herself on. They were all pretty close knit in the house, especially when Angela's husband left them alone when Heather was only 17, and Kristen 14. Those were hard times, but they survived together somehow.
Now, it's 2008. Heather has just turned 20, and Kristen, of course, turned 18. For Kristen, these are the hardest times when it comes to being a teen-ager. Questions answered always come from her sister, who works with her mother to make ends meet. So, when she is home, they do talk about the secretive things that sisters discuss. But, nowadays, she finds herself wondering about what to do in life, boys turning to men, and the end of high school impending in just one year.
On Friday nights, Kristen was home before the two working ladies arrived at around 7. Heather and her mother worked at a supply company, completing orders for the front store. They liked it there, due to the old man who owned it. They could work very independently, filling orders for the man up front, and that kept him happy. The mutual understanding between Heather and her mother was at work, they worked. Rarely any mother/daughter banter...that was to be left at home. When they arrived, Kristen was in the kitchen watching television. They look exhausted, but strangely enough, they still retained their beauty that this family's women were so luckily blessed with.
Clearly, they all look like Angela. She was 40 years old, but you could swear she was 30. She possessed blonde hair, which she passed on to her daughters. Angela never really became heavy after having kids; she tried to keep herself in shape for her husband. After he left, it was just a matter of stamina, and she worked out every night.
Walking in, Kristen noticed in the back of her mind that her mother was slightly taller than Heather. Kristen always felt good that she was attractive with them, as not to be the black sheep of the family. But she noticed their attractiveness, and thought how hard it must be to stay that way even after a long day at work. Wearily, the tow plopped down at the kitchen table. Kristen could see how tired they were. "How was it today?" she asked.
"Been better." Angela said, slightly turning her head. "It was busy because of the new year. But we managed."
Heather exclaims, "You'd think it would be cold in that warehouse with the fans and all. But it was hotter than hell. We couldn't take it. I was sweating. Mom was sweating. I wish I could've taken my shirt off!" Kristen smiled. "That would have given old man Jerry something to see...!"
Angela stood up and stretched high. "Now, you know I hate it when you call Jerry that." Pausing, and smiling, "It's true, but I hate it. Okay girls, I'm off to my room to do my Jane Fonda. Kris, I know you have some homework to do..."
"Oh, okay...you're the boss round here," and the TV went off.
***
Heather and Kristen have been sharing a room all their lives. It was a floral motif, with yellow furniture from their childhood days. They shared a bunk bed, Kristen always residing on the top. Angela had always said they'd move to someplace bigger, but the money situation simply didn't warrant it.
It was around 8:30pm, and everyone had begun to relax, and think about the weekend. The two girls quietly kept to themselves, on their respective bunks. Kristen just finished a rough chapter of English, and was now homework free for the weekend. She stuck her head over the side to say something to her sister when she was startled by something she noticed. Heather was lying on her bed, reading a book. Lying front down, her straight blonde hair went squarely down the back of her grey sweatshirt. Where that sweatshirt stopped, a black pair of spandex began, and proceeded down the length of her body. Kristen watched her unnoticed for many long minutes, and startled herself with the realization that her sister was attractive. Not the attractive that they've always expressed when the other did their makeup just right or one bought a cute outfit. She was looking at her sister's physical being, and found her to be truly attractive. Her eyes went down the length of Heather's golden hair. How soft it must be, she thought. The sweatshirt, although baggy, hugged Heather's body at the waist. The black spandex created a beautiful silhouette around her buttocks, making it almost perfectly round on each side. Kristen could see her muscles move, whenever Heather would move so slightly. From there, her eyes traced her sister's legs, so slender and so strong under the spandex, right down to her feet. Kristen began to fluster, but could not help becoming aroused.
Sexuality was of not one of her more important worries, but could not ignore the wetness that was being absorbed by her lace panties, under her jeans. She mostly concentrated on school, and rarely felt this way. It happened once, on a date, when she noticed the boy's penis pushing through his shorts. But this was different. She couldn't look any longer because the embarrassment and the feeling between her legs became unbearable. She hopped down off the bed, and quietly left the room. Heather said nothing, and continued to read.
Out in the hallway, she was a mess. Kristen could feel her heart pounding, and her ears ringing. Her breathing was almost hard, as she tried to get the picture of her sister's body out of her mind. This was something they made fun of the women gym teachers for, and she never conceived she would look at another female like that, especially her own sister. This must be wrong, she persistently thought, and she must get rid of this twinge between her legs. She ran to the bathroom across the hall, and flung the door open. Opening the bottom medicine cabinet, she was frantically searching for a douche of any kind.
That's when she heard, "Sweetheart, are you okay?"
