Giving her little older sister a big smile, Maolisa gave a cheerful, "that works!", then stepped close and kissed her before turning to the doorway. "I'll be back shortly, okay?"
Ash smiled just as big, happy that she didn't get a lecture about how she should have handled herself. "Okay! See you in a little bit." She got the counter cleaner out from under the cabinet as her sister left the room, scowling at the counter. "Don't even see where I was. Probly gotta clean it all," she muttered at it.
Dressing in short-shorts, snug t-shirt, and tennis shoes, Maolisa made her way down the back stairs. She had considered going barefoot, but she knew her feet would kill her if she tried running that way. Aislin seemed to handle any surface without shoes, but Mail was starting to wonder how much was due to her just enjoying the extreme sensations. There was also her ability to endure some forms of discomfort to avoid others, such as enduring cold to avoid heavy clothing. Mail smirked at herself as she thought about how much Ash was changing her instead of her changing Ash. Before Aislin, Maolisa never would have considered wearing tennis shoes without some kind of sock, or going without panties or bra, and now she was doing all of that. Not that she really needed a bra, even when running, but it was what she was told was the right thing to do. As she started jogging toward the dock she wondered if she would ever be as comfortable naked as Aislin was.
Once Aislin had the kitchen the way she wanted it, which was 'perfectly' clean, she wandered out the back door toward the path to the dock. She heard her mother's voice in the back of her mind saying to wear something when going outside, but it was much fainter than it had been when she first arrived. Not that she had paid much attention; she loved her mother, but rarely listened to her rules. Walking across the grass she shivered, the tickle of the blades on the bottom of her feet sending thrills through her body, then shivered more as she stepped onto the dirt path. Her feet found crushed sticks, powdered leaves, even slivers of pulverized stone. A corner of her mind told her that the path must have been man made or very old. It was too smooth and consistent to be natural. She stepped off the side of the path and smiled, feeling the bushes and vines reaching out and caressing her body, finding places that liked being touched. When the leaves were too soft and soothing she stepped further from the path, when the briers and thorns were taking too many liberties with her skin she stepped closer. Tasting both sides of the line, she slowly made her way toward the dock.
By the time Maolisa made it to the end of the dock she was completely winded. She fussed at herself for being out of shape, but admitted that the path was a bit rough for running on. She looked down at her bare legs and shook her head, smirking. Aislin was going to love all those little scratches, if she wasn't annoyed that she wasn't the cause. After pausing to catch her breath, Mail started back up the path at a brisk walk, until she saw something white and ghostly moving slowly through the trees toward her, gliding effortlessly through the thick underbrush. A graceful wraith that resolved into Aislin as it glided around a thick clump of raspberry bushes. Stopping, she just watched, admiring how well her city-girl sister moved through the rough forest, ignoring the path. As she got closer Maolisa was able to see that Aislin wasn't really gracefully avoiding the obstacles, just letting them caress her as she walked past. Thin red lines, like highway marks on a map, covered her body. Mail cringed at some of the places they went, but Ash was walking as if in a dream, a faraway look of contentment on her face.
Seeing her sister on the path, Aislin brought her attention back from wherever it was wandering and waved her fingertips, then stepped back on the path, sighing at the contrast between the packed dirt and the sticks, thorns, dead leaves, and rocks of the forest proper. She was tempted to step back off the path, but the way her sister was staring and smiling made her look like she might offer a kiss, and Ash couldn't pass up the chance of getting kissed. Ignoring the bushes, and their attempts to seduce her back into the raw forest, she made her way to her sister's arms as they rose to meet her.
"Ash, what in the world do you think you're doing?" Maolisa started. As she saw the smile slipping from Aislin's face she quickly forced a smile to her own and tried to make her voice more lighthearted, "I thought it was my job to scratch you all up."
Aislin wasn't sure what to make of the change from critical to happy, but it didn't really matter, as long as it was happy now. She let Mail look at her body for a minute, then pull her into a tight hug. "I was walking in the forest. It's much nicer than walking on streets. You done running?"
"I shouldn't be, it isn't far enough, but running on uneven ground is a lot harder than in a park. My legs are already wore out." Maolisa let Aislin pull away from the hug, then take her by the hand and start walking toward the dock. Being a step behind, Mail was able to watch Ash move and decided that the gliding wasn't an optical illusion; the way Ash moved she didn't do the head bobbing or side to side swaying most people do when they walk. Her upper body just seemed to float along as her hips and legs did all the swaying and twisting needed. It was an eerily sexy walk, Mail admitted, and wondered if she could learn it.
Ash led her sister to the dock, then out to the far end. Sitting her on one of the support posts, Aislin knelt down in front of her and lifted her foot to her thigh, then untied the lace of the tennis shoe and removed it, lifting the cute little foot to her mouth for a kiss, then repeated the same for the other foot. Standing she reached for Mail's shirt and started to pull it up. Maolisa only resisted for the briefest second, looking around nervously, then lifted her arms to allow it to come off easily. Ash dropped the shirt on top of the shoes then put her hand out, obviously expecting Mail to take it, then gently tugged to get Mail to stand up. Kneeling in front of her, Aislin unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them, and pulled them down, touching Mail's feet to get her to lift them out of the way. Aislin kissed Maolisa's soft smooth mound, then stood in front of her and smiled, having done everything without a word.
Putting her arms around her sister, Maolisa hugged her, enjoying the feel of skin on skin and thinking how much more erotic it felt when done in a technically public place. Loosening the hug she kissed Ash lightly, then stepped back to look at her face, and smiled, "that was pretty brave of you! I'm proud. Was it easier to just do it without asking or talking?"
Blushing brightly and looking down at Maolisa's chest, Aislin nodded, still not saying anything. She had been scared the whole time she was undressing her sister, but now that it was done and Mail praised her, she felt good. Too nervous to talk, she pointed at the water and beckoned for Mail to follow her, then ran off the edge of the dock, not even trying to dive. She swam out in the icy water far enough so Mail could jump in safely, then turned to watch.
Gritting her teeth to subdue annoyance, Maolisa watched Aislin run off the end of the dock before she had a chance to tell her that she didn't swim very well and that the water was too cold. She tried to run in twice before she could get past the edge of the dock, knowing the water was painfully cold. She wished that the immunity to cold that Aislin seemed to have had been one of the traits they shared. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she ran off the edge the way Ash had, nearly screaming as she went under, wondering how water could be this cold without being ice. She swam over to Ash and treaded water for a moment, then biting her lip, hoping the effort she made would be enough, blurted out, "Sis, I can't swim good enough, and the water is too cold for me! I'm sorry. I tried but I can't."
Aislin felt odd about her sister's admission. She smiled and pointed back to the dock, then climbed the ladder behind Mail, leaning forward and biting her sister's bum. Once out of the water she used Mail's t-shirt to dry her off, rubbing roughly to get her warmed up again, then let Maolisa move away. She'd been close for about as long as she could stand, but hadn't thought to move away on her own. Sitting cross-legged on the old wood of the dock she considered her feelings about Maolisa not being able to swim in the cold water. "Um, ya know that's the first time I could do something you couldn't." She looked at her sister's breasts, "I don't know what to think."
Smiling, Maolisa sat cross-legged across from Aislin's little body at a distance that wouldn't trigger any nervousness or fear, "there's other things you can do either better than me or that I can't do at all. Like running around barefoot all the time. I can't walk on sticks and stones and such. When we were living up north, one time I tried walking across a gravel road barefoot and thought I was going to die, but Mom says you don't have any trouble with it." She looked thoughtful, "and you know, there's tons of stuff you never even tried to do. Mostly for not having a chance, I know, cause Mom never had much money and Dad refused to send her any. Not that he had much, being a drunken loser. But anyway." She forced herself back on topic, "I think we can get you the stuff to try anything you want and see if you can find something you want to do that you can be good at."
Aislin smiled widely, "I already planned to ask and bug and be annoying till you get me a computer. I want to try writing and art and maybe other stuff." She wiggled her toes, then put her hands on them, making herself moan, her face flushing. "Oops," she blushed. "Anyway, I don't know anything about them or what's needed or anything but I really want to try making pictures and stories."
Maolisa watched her sister make herself horny, thinking about what Ash wanted, "That should be easy enough. We can go into town and see what is in the computer store, maybe someone there will know what would be best to start with."
Stopping herself from touching her feet, Ash looked at her sister, shocked, "No! No stores! There's people there. Maybe get it online? I can wait for it to be delivered. Don't need to go to a store. Nope. Can wait." She continued muttering variants of no as she started caressing her feet again, stopping only when her self-induced orgasm distracted her.
Grinning as she watched her sister masturbate simply by touching her own feet, Mail waited until she was finished, then stood up and reached for her shirt and shorts. Ash kept getting in her way when she tried to dress so after a couple of failed attempts she let Ash have her way and picked up everything to carry it, "we're going to have to go slow. My feet aren't going to like walking on the path naked." She was surprised when Aislin took her hand and started walking beside her.
"Maybe we can go to the store if there's not a lot of people? Just some? Maybe do like Mom did and call and tell them I'm coming and maybe they can be nice and stay away and then you can ask what we need and then get it?" Her voice quavered a little, and her hand holding Mail's was shaking, but she really wanted a computer of her own enough that she thought maybe she could handle going to the store if it wasn't too busy. Talking herself into doing things that scared her worked much better than someone else trying to convince her.
Squeezing the little hand gently, Maolisa tried to keep the excitement out of her voice, not wanting to scare Aislin more by making a big deal of it. "I thought you might want it fast, and I would like to be able to talk to the people to be sure of what we're getting. I can call and talk to the store and see if they can make allowance for you. Did Mom have trouble getting stores to do that?"
Shaking her head side to side, Ash said, "no, most places were happy to. One store wouldn't and we just stopped shopping there. Mom said stores that don't care about their customers shouldn't get their money."
Still holding her sister's hand, Maolisa was nearly ecstatic. Being able to walk side by side with Aislin was a new thing for her and she was enjoying every moment of it, in spite of her feet complaining at her about the rough dirt and pebbles of the path. "I'll call around, then, and see what we can do." She could feel a little trembling in Ash's hand but wasn't sure if it was the fear of going to the store or if being close was getting to her again. She peeked at Ash's body and didn't see much trembling so decided to continue holding her hand. She marveled at how tender Ash's fingers were, every bit of Aislin's skin was, as if even that refused to grow up, staying baby-soft regardless of what she did.
Aislin wiggled her fingers around in her sister's hand, trying to figure out where to get them so that it was easy. She could hold hands like a child holds her mother, but she wanted to have fingers intertwined like she saw in movies. When she finally got each of her fingers between each of Mail's she turned and twisted and fidgeted, exploring how it felt. She decided it was uncomfortable, but the contact with so much skin made up for it. Taking a deep breath she tried to keep her mind on sex so she could stay near her sister as they walked up the path. Being horny often helped keep the fear from turning into panic, sometimes it turned into being hornier.
