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- - Long overdue continuation of my favorite sisters to work with. This story will continue in a more realistic romantic fashion with the focus being on Beth and Carol and not the whole family joining in. Also, just want to give a big thanks to everyone who's left their reviews and comments, y'all are a big reason why I keep writing. - -
Part Three
She stepped up behind me and her skin was so warm against mine. Firm little nipples pressed into my back as her arms slid across my naked body. One hand found a nipple of mine and gently began to tug at the sensitive nub while the other hand reached up to touch my cheek. Her gentle caress, the warmth of her touch, the tenderness and intimacy. I knew her by the feel of her fingertips and the sound of her breathing. My lover. My sister. She pulled my body into hers and laid delicate kisses over my shoulders. I trembled. The hand at my breast began to travel downward as she bit at the back of my neck. I gasped and started to grind my hips against her. I leaned my head back and saw green and blue.
I woke with a shudder, my body tingling, my legs tangled in my sheets, a familiar slickness between my thighs. I stared into the quiet darkness, the only sound was the soft breathing from across the room. Rory didn't snore but they breathed loudly, even while they were awake. They were alright, as far as roommates went, especially for as short of notice as I had given. Less than four weeks before the end of the term summer housing had been filling up fast. I was lucky my school had
anything
available. I suppose I should also count myself lucky that my parents were footing the expense. Lucky. Right. I was lucky I didn't get completely thrown out on my ass with just the clothes on my back.
Thank god I'd had those back on by the time they'd gotten home from the store,
I reflected, then rolled over to check my phone. It was not a time for the sensible to be awake. My thoughts, however, were not so easily swayed. Flashes of my dream danced in the dark.
Carol...
It had been two months since my mother had kicked me out of her house for, as she saw it, sexually corrupting her little girl, and in those two months I had not even received so much as a text from my sister. No doubt our parents were being extra vigilant in keeping their precious Carolyn away from the twisted deviant monster.
It was her idea.
I recalled the memories. Naked below her teeshirt. That first touch. Her heat. The way she came on my fingers. Those same fingers were now working their way down to my own slick lips. I brushed a finger over my clit and shivered. Then I did it again.
Carol...
I could still picture the way her blue and green head looked between my thighs. The way her inexperienced yet determined tongue played at my clit. The way her fingers had fucked me with curiosity and enthusiasm.
Oh god.
I bit my lip and fought back a moan. I didn't want to wake up Rory by orgasming again. I fingered myself as my free hand moved to my nipples. I could practically still feel Carolyn's hot mouth on them. I pinched the tender flesh and whimpered.
Her mouth. The heat. Her eager and exploring tongue. The taste that hung on her kiss. Those soft, sweet lips. My fingers slipped back up and started fast, tight circles. My hips began twitching. I twisted the nipple between my fingers and rubbed my clit at lightning speed. The cry grew in my lungs but I closed my throat. I started to gently shake as the wave hit me. I held my breath until I could finally exhale silently again. My sister.
What is wrong with me?
I noted the slight wet spot right at ass level with a light sigh. It would still be dark for a few more hours. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on Rory's breathing, letting the soft rhythm encourage sleep.
*****
Sunlight was creeping through the single window in the dorm room wall between Rory's bed and mine. A shadow was above me, bleary in my still half-asleep eyes. Pieces came together and I realized someone was leaning over my bed. Green and blue.
Am I still dreaming?
"Good morning," said the figure above me.
Not dreaming. "Carol?"
Wordlessly she dipped lower and pressed her soft lips to mine. For the briefest of heartbeats, I was lost in her kiss and let my tongue slip across her bottom lip. Then I came to my senses and pushed her back.
"What are you doing?" I snapped, quickly scanning the room for Rory.
"Relax, we're alone." Carolyn said and sat down on my mattress, "I needed to see you. I miss you." She tenderly brushed her fingers down my cheek then brought them to my own and laced our hands together.
I was still reeling as questions flooded my morning-fog brain, but I took a minute to relish in her touch. It was good to see her.
"Mom?" I asked an entire question with a single word.
"Thinks I'm with Stephanie."
"Carol..."
"Don't. It's been miserable without you. I'm treated like a prisoner, watched all the time. Mom makes her remarks constantly. I need to get out of there."
"Well, they can't stop you. You're eighteen. Move out."
"Not that I don't want to." Carolyn looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. I could see the question on her face. She bit her lip, waiting for an answer.
"I don't know about--"
The door was pulled open and Rory walked in with their arms carrying bags of breakfast, tight dark curls bouncing around their head, and their customary wide warm smile.
"Good morning!" Rory chimed, then finally noticed Carolyn. "Oh, I'm not interrupting?"
I pulled my fingers loose from the hand I was holding and sat up stiffly. "No, no. This is my sister, Carol."
Rory frowned. "Well shoot, I only grabbed two sandwiches. Here." They held out both arms, a brown paper bag in each hand.
Carolyn stood. "No, I couldn't. I should be leaving anyway. It was nice to meet you." She reached out and held the still-open door then paused and turned back. "Think about it? I love you, Beth."
"Oh, uh, love you, too." I felt a slight warmth in my cheeks that I prayed Rory wouldn't notice. Sure, it's not an odd thing for siblings to express affection for each other, but her tone. Carolyn said the words with intent. Then she smiled and slipped out into the hall, closing the door behind her. I took one of the bags from Rory and they took a seat on their own bed across the room.
"You two seem close," Rory said, digging into their breakfast. "You didn't say you had a sister."
"She's just my kid sister." I kept my eyes down and focused on the egg and bacon between toasted sourdough in my hands.
"She's cute. Makes me wish I had a sibling for that kind of relationship."
You have no idea.
I filled my mouth with sandwich to avoid having to comment on that one.
*****
The engine in my slightly rusty used-to-be-yellow hatchback sputtered and died again. Sitting in the student parking lot, I cursed under my breath and lowered my forehead to rest on the steering wheel.
Be grateful to even have a car.
Not that this weak-piss-colored junker could be called a car. Dad had promised me a new one if I actually got my marine biology degree, but I had doubts that was still on the table. I was a pariah now. Maybe my mother didn't aggressively hate me, but there was a coldness in her tone when she told me I had to leave, making it clear that, sink or swim, I would not be welcomed back.
I turned the key again and the engine cranked so hard the little car shook but still refused to start.
"Fuck!" I beat the dashboard with futility, leaned back, and closed my eyes with defeated acceptance. I guess I could walk to the library. It was only a mile and a half in the blistering sun. I sighed. Then a sudden knock on the window made me nearly wet myself.
"Hey let me in!" Carolyn said, slightly muffled through the window that could not roll down anymore. My heart still in my throat, I hit the door unlock button. When she pulled the door open I got a look at the blue paisley sundress that hugged her midsection, accentuated her curves, and flowed down to her thighs. Large round sunglasses sat on the bridge of her nose, and most of her blue and green hair was tied back in a short ponytail. She climbed in and closed the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Nice to see you, too." She glared at me despite her smile. "What are
you
doing here? Trying to roast yourself? There are easier ways to--"
