It was chaos. Olivia, as soon as she heard her sister scream, tried to get up from under my body and pushed me, and with my shorts over my heels I lost my balance and fell, taking two chairs with me and causing a huge noise. She then got up and tried to run out of the kitchen, as nonsense as it was, but Isabella took hold of her arm and prevented her from doing so, causing her to start to frantically cry. And, as such, in a few seconds, we went from heaven to hell, from a peaceful, lustful moment to a fucking mess, and the future looked even worse.
While I tried to regain at least some composure, Isabella said, even bossier than she normally was:
"Sit down on the table now, Both of you!"
I got up, my shorts still going back into place, and complied, while Olivia, still crying hard, dragged herself to one of the chairs and sat down, putting her head down onto the table. Once we were seated, Isabella made a theatrical movement and took Olivia's panties from the floor, throwing it on her sister and saying:
"You bitch! You always was' the prettier, the sweetest', the fucking 'mom's favorite', the 'poor one' that lost her father that she loved so much. Fuck you! I was fucking twelve when I had to change countries, leave all my friends, my life, the culture and language I was accustomed to, but it was you, the fucking six-year-old brat, that was 'sooo sad' that mom needed to give you all her attention and care, leaving me to fend for myself as I was 'almost an adult and so rational and pragmatic'... I took care of you, I was almost a mother to you while mom was away near all the time between her jobs and her fuck mates, and you never, ever gave me anything in return!"
I didn't have the faintest idea where all that was coming from. I never knew there was some spat between the two of them, but again I never really had any intimacy with Isabella and Olivia as, until recently - or until I fucked Olivia the night before -, Hellen was the only one I had a more close relationship with. But I wasn't worried about their spat, my main concern was with the consequences of what was happening, so I tried to keep my cool and said:
"Isabella, let's talk about it..."
"Talk about what, your cock buried inside this whore's cunt?"
"You don't need to talk about your sister like that..."
"Oh, no? You don't know anything, do you, you fucking..."
"Hey, hey, hey! Let's slow things down here!"
I was starting to be really annoyed with all that attitude, and I thought that maybe it was time to put things where they belong, so I continued:
"I never, ever treated you bad, Isabella. I can understand you're upset with what happened because of your mother, but it doesn't give you the right to..."
"Because of my mother? BECAUSE OF MY MOTHER??? That fucking whore, that for years and years left me at home to take care of this bitch here and Hellen while she fucked some guy in hotels or car seats??? FUCK HER!"
Now I was really confused and, not knowing what to say, I asked:
"But... But if your mother isn't the problem, then why..."
"Because she is jealous... of me."
It was Olivia, that had finally stopped to cry and, with puffed eyes, fitted Isabella with disdain.
"Jealous... of you?"
Each time someone tried to explain something to me I was more and more lost, so I simply stopped trying to understand and started asking.
"Yes. Isn't it true, you fucking lesbian?"
"I'm not a lesbian! I'm bisexual! And even if I was, what would be the problem?"
"None, if you haven't tried to have sex with... with your own sister, you freak!"
My jaw dropped and I asked, almost as a reflex:
"What???"
Olivia continued:
"Yes, Mark! Miss 'what the fuck are you doing' here tried to seduce me a few years ago, right after my twenty-year birthday party! I was a little drunk, and she started to get all touchy with me at my room while we were talking about the party, and suddenly she kissed me and put her hand on my..."
Olivia stopped talking, and Isabella's face was as red as it could be with rage and shame, but she didn't say anything, and all was quiet for a few seconds. I was still trying to allow all the information to sink in when, all of a sudden, Isabella said:
"You know what? I'll just tell everything to mom and to Tom, it's my duty to do so. This is what you said to me before you told mom what happened that night, wasn't it, you fucking snitch? That it was your fucking duty as a daughter? She was never the same with me again after that day, always trying to keep Hellen away from me as if I would do the same to her and telling me how sick I was for... for loving you!"
"I... I love you too, Isabella... But... But not like that, we are sisters, and we are both women..."
"You don't know a thing about love! I'll call mom right now!"
Isabella took her phone from her pocket, but before she could unblock it, I jumped from my chair and took it from her, saying:
"Hey, hey... Let's talk about it a minute..."
"There's nothing to talk about, Mark. Give me the fucking phone!"
"Calm down, Isabella... If you do this, you will destroy everyone's life, including mine and yours. I always treated you well, didn't I? And you, if you tell your mother this, she will never forgive you too, as she will always remember who destroyed her happiness. And, as you said yourself, she will side with Olivia in the end, her 'dearest', and all this for what?"
Isabella seemed to think about what I had just said, looking conflicted, and I took the opportunity to continue:
"Maybe we can... arrange something, so everyone is happy..."
"Like what? Money? I don't want your fucking money!"
"Honey, you know that I gave you all everything I can. Each of you have a car, an allowance - even with you working and not being asked to help with the house's costs - and a lot more. This is not about money."
"So what?"
"Maybe... Maybe Olivia could make it up to you..."
Olivia looked at me with wide eyes, but I continued:
"You said you love her... Well, I love her too, and I would hate to see her lose her mother's respect, and I believe you feel the same. But everyone could be happy if she would let you have what you want..."
