A BURNING DESIRE
Cindy did not wake up until the next morning. She rolled over to see Sandy on her phone.
"Mmmmph, good morning." She let out a groaning stretch.
"Hi beautiful! Good morning." Sandy beamed at her. "You were out for a long time. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, I think so." Cindy sighed. "Did mom come home last night?"
"Yeah, she sure did. I locked the door behind me, just in case. Of course, Mindy's dad called her, so she came home pissed off and very drunk."
"Well, no surprise there. What did she say?"
"I'll ahh-I'll spare you all the details." Sandy frowned, and choked back tears. "It was nothing good, that's for sure. But I must warn you, she wants you gone for the summer."
"What a bitch." Cindy shook her head in disgust. "Where could I go?"
"I am glad you asked. Look Cindy, I took the liberty of contacting Aunt Sara, just in case."
"Oh, you did? Because of mom?"
"Yes, Aunt Sara is one of the few people besides me that won't judge you. She was very nice when I told her I like girls. And, I explained your situation to her as well."
"Not every detail I hope? Yesterday was quite embarrassing."
"No, honey, not at all. I just told her that you need a place to stay while you figure college admissions out. I was vague about everything else."
Cindy let out a deep sigh." Well, I thank you for that Sandy. I-" A noise came from the kitchen that interrupted her thoughts. "Shit, mom is up I think."
"Yeah, it seems that way. Do you wanna get this over with?"
"I guess so, you'll be with me. So I feel safer that way." She got out of bed. "I can't go out like this though, do you have anything I can wear?"
Sandy laughed. "Going out there naked would just piss her off again." She grabbed some of her spare pajamas and handed them to her. "Here you go!"
Cindy put the clothes on, and wrapped her arms around Sandy. Sandy looked into her eyes and she kissed her mouth gently. Cindy lingered there for a moment, feeling herself tingle after the sweet kiss.
"Thank you for everything, you're so good to me."
Sandy squeezed her tight, and smiled at her. " Of course. Let's go and deal with this together." She unlocked her door, and she led Cindy out to the kitchen.
Jean was sitting at the table, she had her morning coffee, A small bottle of whiskey sat next to it. Their mother was where they got their looks from. She was a beauty of Swedish descent, but her beauty was fading. The years of drinking and smoking had taken its toll. Her crows feet showed proof of that.
Cindy walked up to the end of the table with a grim look on her face. Her mother looked at her sternly, then she reached for her bottle. "Cindy, I am beyond disappointed in you. You have embarrassed me in front of the whole community. Running around with that little slut, behind my back."
Cindy looked down at the floor, tears were already welling up in her eyes. "I-I am sorry mother. But I love her."
Jean scowled at her, then she burst out in harsh laughter. "Love? Do you really think you know what that is? Child, you have no idea! Doing such things with her, well I can't stomach the thought! So caught up in your sinful lust like a little tramp!"
Sandy stood just behind her sister. Her mother didn't see her fists clenching so tightly. She watched her sister being torn apart by their mother, and at the worst possible time.
"That's enough mom! Can't you see she's totally devastated? Is that all you care about, what the neighbor's think? Your image as the local church lady?"
"You little bitch, how dare you Sandy!"
"How dare I? Cindy has bruises all over her hands and legs!" She showed her Cindy's wrists. "That piece-of-shit laid hands on your daughter. She could have been seriously hurt!"
"Well, he-he ummm didn't tell me that."
"Really? You don't say mom? Of course he didn't, he needs to protect his precious public image. Just like the rest of you hypocrites."
"You girl's are out of control. I-I don't know where I went wrong with you girls."
Sandy stood there, scowling at her. "I was the one here yesterday, so good thing I came back a day early. You weren't here to help. Where were you, at the bar?"
"Well, if she had not been acting like a filthy sinner, this may not have happened!"
"Hmm, well how much dick have you sucked since dad died? Isn't that 'sinning' too?"
Jean looked like she had been slapped in the face. "I-uhh-but-but your sister is the one embarrassing this family, and you act like I'm the problem."
"That's the best you can do mom? Your lack of self-awareness is appalling." Jean just ignored her while sipping her coffee.
"So, when is she leaving?" She pointed at Cindy. "Maybe she can stay out of trouble, and keep her clothes on at Aunt Sara's?"
Sandy was sick of her mother's hypocrisy, she let out a deep sigh, and snatched her phone from her pocket.
"I'm done fucking pretending. I'm gonna lay all my cards out on the table. I have my own place, it's not like you can kick me out." She showed her a picture from her phone. She showed her a picture of herself with a beautiful redhead. They were in their bikinis, embracing. "That's my first girlfriend when I was 19. Her name is Megan."
"What-what the fuck Sandy?" Jean recoiled in shock. "You mean, you're one of those-"
"A what mom? A sinner, a whore? At least I'm not fake about it. I don't have to hide behind fake morals. So sorry, I guess. I don't like dick, even though I sucked enough of it."
Jean looked defeated, her face was a mix of shock and anger.
"Just help her pack today please. I am done talking." Jean got up with her coffee cup, and she walked into her bedroom. Leaving Cindy standing there, sobbing.
Sandy put her arm around her. "I'm so sorry baby. " she said softly. "She'll regret treating you like this some day."
She took her by the hand, and they went back to her room. Cindy sat back down on the bed, she just sat there for a few minutes in grim silence. Then she laid back, wincing in pain. Sandy noticed her discomfort. She grabbed a bottle of coconut lotion.
"Are you sore? Would you like a massage?"
Cindy gave her a warm smile. "You're so nice, I would love that." Cindy stood up and stripped.
"Should I lay on my stomach first?"
"Ye-yes Cindy. Lay on your stomach please." Sandy noticed how beautiful her sister had become. And she had never seen her so upset, it made Sandy love her even more.
She poured a copious amount of lotion on her back. Rubbing her back and shoulders, she started on her legs. And up to her firm glutes, Cindy moaned in approval. Sandy kept glancing between her legs, as she massaged her inner thighs. She gulped as she felt herself getting turned on. She had Cindy turn over after a long while.
She finished rubbing her arms, then she got to her shoulders. Cindy opened her eyes, and looked up at her. Sandy stopped, and looked into her eyes, she heard Cindy exhaling sharply. She appeared excited.
"I hope you're enjoying the massage. I-I heard the front door slam, mom must be gone. So, what do you wanna do now?"
Cindy wanted to speak her mind, she just wasn't sure how to bring it up. It felt so forbidden to her. But that also made it even more enticing to her. She remembered feeling that desire for Sandy haunting her. Recently she had given herself powerful orgasms, while trying to push those images from her mind. She was tired of pretending though.
Cindy moved Sandy's hand to her breast, and started rubbing circles with her hand. "I remember you kissing me on the mouth. That kiss haunts me. I want to feel your lips on mine, and all over my body."
Sandy paused, feeling Cindy's supple, warm flesh under her strong hands. She felt her own juicy warmth under her shorts. Her nipples hardened as she shuddered with lust. Cindy started rubbing her pussy and looked at her with desire burning in her eyes.
"Make love to me, I want to feel your skin against me." Tears ran down her cheeks, her jaw trembling. She was naked and totally vulnerable before Sandy, Sandy took her clothes off.
"Please, just be with me totally in this moment."
