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Help Me, Sister

By: FaeLissa



CHAPTER ONE -- Initiation

Maolisa (pronounced mail-issa) paced the outer walk of the widow's watch slowly, amused to find such a thing here in the middle of a forest in the deep south. From here, high atop the out of place mansion, she could see miles across the multicolored sea of trees in all directions, and even the hole formed in it by the lake to the east. Her expectations of dull autumn colors had not been realized and she felt less homesick as she admired the reds, oranges, and golds of fall. That fall arrived later in the south than back home was not really important, as long as it arrived. She shivered as a cool breeze caressed her body through her thin dressing gown, smiling.

Aislin (pronounced ASH-lin) looked down at the water inches from where her little toes hung over the edge of the wooden dock. Her bright white feet contrasted sharply with the dark gray aged wood planks and momentarily drew her attention away from the cold water. She wiggled her toes, smirking at how childish they looked even with nail polish, then thought that maybe the nail polish was having an effect opposite what she intended. After the brief sidetrack, her mind returned to the task at hand: admiring the beauty of the lake. She'd always been partial to small lakes surrounded by forest, and it didn't much matter to her what part of the country it was in, as long as it was isolated.

Stepping back inside the cupola and out of the wind, Maolisa made her way down the narrow spiral stairs, her bare feet enjoying the feel of the cool, varnished steps. As she stepped into the huge but nearly empty master bedroom she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror attached to the closet door. She stopped and studied her reflection, smiling faintly at the way her white lace dressing gown made her light skin seem tanned. Opening the gown she turned side to side, assessing her 28-26-28 figure and frowning only slightly at the 28B chest size and the little round bum that kept her hips from being much bigger than her waist. She liked having a small chest and hips, but resented the comments about 'little girl' that it drew. Shrugging, moderately content with what she saw, she removed the gown and tossed it onto the queen-size bed before stepping through the connecting door to the spacious bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, shivering in anticipation, Aislin dove from the dock into the frigid lake, resisting the urge to scream as the icy water seemed to make every inch of her body sprout instant goose bumps. She swam out into the lake as far as she could while remaining underwater, then paused to tread water and catch her breath before doing a simple breath stroke to return to the dock. As she put her hands on the planks and pulled herself up she noticed, not for the first time, that her fingers had the same childish look as her toes and sighed in exasperation. Climbing up onto the old wood, she surveyed her naked body and came to the conclusion that she was never going to look like a woman, other than her long hair tickling her heels. She pulled at her nipples, almost grinning at how they stood firm and hard from the small russet circles of her areolas just from getting cold. Not that it was the only way to get them to stand up, but she blushed over her entire body when she thought of the other ways. She warmed her AA-cup breasts in her hands to try to get the aching nipples to relax, but found the touch caused more tension, not less.

The master bathroom featured a bathtub raised on clawed feet mounted on a small pedestal a few inches from the floor. A shower head attached to flexible tubing hung on the wall beside it within easy reach of someone sitting or standing in the water. On the opposite wall, under a large window flanked by two brass framed mirrors, a long counter with a recessed sink was illuminated by multiple wall lights as well as overhead spots. Maolisa grinned and shook her head slightly, thinking about how little use she was going to get out of the make-up counter (as the salesman had called it). The last time she had used make-up was on graduation day at the insistence of the master of ceremonies, who was convinced all girls wore lipstick, blush, and eyeliner all the time. She looked around for the toilet and eventually found it hidden in a small sub-room closed off by doors disguised as floor to ceiling mirrors. She paused to look down at her vulva, then caress it lightly as she thought there might be hair growing there at last, but discovered it was just a shadow and she was still as smooth as a kid. It seemed even the hormone treatment wasn't going to fix that.

The dock was not attached to any building or road, it seemed to merely grow from the tree-encrusted shore, but when Aislin reached the beginning (assuming the part furthest out in the water was the end) she found the narrow trail she had followed to find it. She was halfway back to the house, lost in the sensations of the trees and bushes caressing her body, before she recalled that she had been dressed when she left the house. She shrugged and smirked at the forest around her and decided she could go back to the dock for her clothes another time. She continued up the winding path, letting the forest tease her with gentle touches and light scraping on sensitive skin. There was no possibility of just pushing straight through to the house, at least, not while naked. Her one attempt at it had gotten her some very interesting as well as some very painful pokes.

The water in the tub was too hot to step in directly, so Maolisa took a moment to untie her auburn, nearly brown, hair and shake it loose, smiling at the way it seemed to float in slow motion when she shook her head. At five feet long it was only a couple of inches from dragging on the floor when not tied or braided. She preferred it loose, especially when naked, but it could be really annoying, particularly around open flames like campfires or gas stove tops. She only knew one other person whose hair could get as long, and knew it was for the same reason. Touching the water with the tip of a finger, she decided she had it cooled enough to tolerate, although still a smidgen too hot to be comfortable, and stepped in, figuring it would cool while she distracted herself before washing.

Approaching the house from the forest, Aislin noticed a set of stairs winding back and forth from the ground all the way to the top floor, with landings and doors on the two floors in between. Curiosity, one of her more interesting traits, compelled her to climb the stairs to find out where they led. The door at ground level opened into a hallway she didn't feel a need to explore, so she wiped the dirt off her bare feet, shivering at the touch, and climbed. The first floor up opened into the spacious kitchen, which surprised her as she hadn't noticed the door from the inside in the couple of days she'd been in the house. She shrugged and blamed her faulty memory, then climbed up to the next level. She knew it would be a surprise as she hadn't been to the second floor up since moving in and had no idea what was there. As the door swung wide she gasped, then made a sharp, schoolgirl squeal of pleasure at discovering a library that would be the envy of any 19th century gentleman's club.

Maolisa rested her head on the back of the tub for a moment, then used her toes to capture the chain to the plug and pulled on it, releasing the water and sighing softly as it swirled around her on its way out. Reaching up to the wall she pulled the shower head from the wall and turned on the faucet under it, making a tiny yelp as the first bit of water out was cold, then sighing again as it warmed. She rinsed the soapy suds from her body, then stood to make sure her hair was rinsed thoroughly as well, since leaving even a trace of soap in it made it clump up horribly. She looked down at her body, then at the settings on the shower head, then grinned before turning off the water, placing the head on the wall, and telling herself she needed to make time for experimenting.

Aislin stepped into the library and shivered in delight as her feet sank into the plush maroon carpet. She stood and wiggled her toes for a moment, then wandered slowly around the walls. Dark mahogany shelves stretched floor to ceiling covering most of the wall space on three sides. The fourth side was half filled with a brick fireplace flanked by inset glass fronted cabinets holding various decorative items. The bookshelves on the wall nearest Aislin were broken by large windows, but the shelves continued above and below them. The far wall shelves were interrupted only for a door, with the shelves extending across it over the top. Aislin's tummy fluttered at the sight of so many books to explore. She told herself to make time for the library, then stepped back outside and onto the staircase to continue to the last landing.

Finding a towel big enough to use for a small blanket hanging near the tub, Maolisa wrapped herself in it and wandered over to the make-up counter. She discovered her favorite comb had already been set beside the sink and started combing her hair, looking around as she did, seeing details she had missed on her first look. One thing she found was a door beside the mirrored door to the toilet. Pausing her combing, she reached for the knob, grabbing it just as it was turned and pulled from the other side. She screamed in shock and heard a mirroring scream in a similar voice.

The door at the top of the stairs had no window, and the landing didn't go far enough to the side to be able to look into the windows in the wall, so Aislin just grabbed the doorknob, turned and pulled. Seeing Maolisa standing there startled her and hearing the scream triggered her to scream as well.

Maolisa dropped her comb and towel, then started giggling. Aislin leaned against her and Maolisa wrapped her arms around her, hugging her and holding her up as the two of them laughed a lot harder and longer than the incident really called for. As they slowly caught their breath, Maolisa let go of Aislin and picked up her towel, wrapping it around herself, then retrieved her comb and resumed fixing her wet hair.

"Ash! What are you doing sneaking around outside my bathroom? And naked?" She kept her eyes on Aislin's face, knowing the girl was very sensitive about her body in spite of refusing the hormones that would fix what she claimed she didn't like.

Aislin continued to giggle, shrugging. "I went down to the dock and had to swim. It's COLD. I forgot my clothes when I came back, then I saw this staircase and wanted to see where it went." She grinned, "it went here." Aislin pushed past her sister and her mouth dropped open in awe, "Mail! This is wild! You could rent your bathroom out as an apartment!" She took the comb from Maolisa's hand and started combing for her as she continued looking around. "What are you going to do with all this space? Between us we don't have enough make-up for even one of those cabinets."

Maolisa let her sister comb her hair for her, they'd done that for each other most of their lives, and shrugged, "Not really much to do with it. Bathrooms aren't really the most versatile rooms in the house. Besides, there are tons of other rooms being wasted already. There's enough bedrooms alone to turn this place into a hotel."

Aislin shook her head side to side vigorously, "Nuh uh. No hotels. Hotels have people in them. Lots of people. Mostly lots of rude people."

Wincing, Maolisa took Aislin's hand with the comb and held it still, "You're going to pull my hair out!" She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her lips, "don't worry, I wouldn't do that to you. Not really soon, anyway, and certainly not without us talking through it together."

Leaning forward, Aislin kissed her sister in return, parting her lips slightly and then giggling again as Maolisa blushed. She resumed combing her hair.

They stayed quiet until Aislin was finished, then Aislin grabbed Maolisa's towel and pulled it away, laughing, "Get dressed if you're gonna, we have house to explore. Did you know it has a library? Already chock full of books? It's HUGE! I might have to move my bed in there for a while."

Blushing brightly as Aislin tried to tow her to the outside door naked, Maolisa wiggled her hand until she got free, then headed for the door to her bedroom. "Let me get something on, first! You're worse than a little kid."

"Nuh uh. I'm the same as a little kid, except smarter."

"More educated maybe, I'm not so sure about smarter," Maolisa quipped, then winced and blushed again as Aislin slapped her bare bum. "Okay, okay, a little smarter." She jumped to get into her room before she could get smacked again.

Maolisa had to hunt for the right closet to find something she felt like wearing, which she determined from Aislin's mood should be something modest if she didn't want to spend the day red-faced. She sighed as she considered her reaction to Ash's playful touching, once again deciding it wasn't something she wanted to think about. She pulled out a couple of nice silk kimonos, one with flowers for herself, and one with a dragon for Aislin to try to get her interested in wearing it. Slipping on some flip flops she went back through the bathroom then out to the landing her sister had barged in from.

Aislin was standing near the stairs, about to run down but stopped to put the kimono on with a heavy sigh. As she looked down she noticed her sister's flip flops and shook her head side to side. "Nope. Not wearing those things, They're a horrible invention. They're ugly and the noise they make is really really disturbing."

Mail smiled and nodded, then stepped out of her flip flops and continued down the stairs barefoot. "Remind me to get some slippers that you approve of next time we're in town." She didn't notice her sister watching her feet on the steps and biting her lower lip.

Once inside the library they looked around the books for a few minutes, then dropped onto opposite ends of a big overstuffed sofa facing the empty fireplace. Maolisa curled her legs up underneath her while Aislin stretched hers out toward Maolisa, pushing her feet under the edge of her sister's kimono and rubbing her leg with her toes. Mail noticed the lip-biting this time and looked at her quizzically. "Something bothering you?"

Aislin shook her head side to side, her ghostly white face getting a bit pink as she looked down shyly, "No, nothing's wrong. This is so great, now. I mean having such a big place, and us being together and out of school. What could be wrong? Why would you think something was wrong?"

"Well, first, you keep biting your lip and I don't remember you doing that before. Second, you're babbling." She grinned, "well, you always did that, but usually you were talking about a book or something, not sounding nervous." She put her hand down by her side and caressed Aislin's feet tenderly. "Have I become scary?" she asked as Aislin's feet jumped and then trembled under her hand.

Shaking her head, Aislin spoke softly, "not more than anyone else. It was a long time, then suddenly you call out of the blue and invite me to move down here with you. I'm happy we're back together, but it's new." She grinned sheepishly, "and you know how I am about new."

Maolisa slid her hand up and down Aislin's leg then caressed her feet again, thinking she understood why Ash shuddered and trembled again, and smiled at her tenderly. "I know. That's why you went with Mom when the folks split. Dad couldn't handle your sensitivities." She smirked, "he couldn't really handle much of anything. Getting me out of his house was probably the best thing the lottery money will ever do for me." Shrugging, she looked over the little body of her sibling, "although he did make sure I got the hormones to, um, finish growing up. I still don't know why you don't." She made a gesture like holding up breasts, "then you could have boobs, too."

Aislin giggled, blushing. "I'm happy the way I am, even if I do fuss about it sometimes. There were a few times in high school I considered it, but," she shrugged, "it just isn't for me. Mom doesn't understand, either, but she lets me make the decision and doesn't get mean about it."

"Dad would have been mean. It's why they split up -- when he doesn't get his way he gets mean." Maolisa stroked Aislin's slim ankles lightly, "as you can see, it only got me a little further along." She smirked, "and the biggest effect seems to be now I have periods. The one part of growing up I would GLADLY have skipped."

Moving her feet to rub the soles against Maolisa's thighs made her shudder and blush again, but Mail seemed to have decided she knew what was going on with her weirder sister and let it slide. Aislin slid her feet again, then stood up and returned to looking at the books, not noticing that the tie to her kimono had come off and her undeveloped body was exposed. Not that it would have mattered to her if she had noticed.

"Did you know they were going to leave the place furnished and all the books in it?" she asked her sister.

Nodding, Maolisa smiled at Aislin's obsession with books, "yes. The previous owner died and the estate was happy to dump it all in one transaction, since I gave them close to the estimated value. I didn't want to have to do all the decorating stuff, and it's the style I would have wanted anyway." She stood up, making sure her kimono was closed, and headed for the door, "let's get some lunch. I skipped breakfast and now I'm hungry."

Aislin nodded absently, then grinned, "oh, sorry. I almost missed that. I do that to Mom all the time. She asks about food and I just nod and never even notice what she said."

As Ash approached Mail, Mail put out her hand and tried to hold her sister's. Aislin jumped away, tripping and falling back against a bookcase, hitting her head, as she yelled, "no touching!" Once she was on the floor and holding the back of her head she swore softly. "I'm sorry, Mail. I wasn't expecting that and I guess I just went on autopilot." She held her hand out and Mail cautiously helped her to her feet, then held the trembling little hand lightly.

"People still scare you?"

"Only most of the time." She blushed prettily, "that was why when you invited me to live twenty five miles from the nearest neighbor I jumped at it even though it meant change. Change might be bad, but people are worse, and we were right in the middle of town."

"That part I can understand. I still get the shakes if I have to be in a group for very long or in a small space." She moved her arm slowly around her sister's waist, then gently hugged when Aislin didn't panic again. "I never was as sensitive as you, but enough that I can understand. I should have been more careful."

Aislin leaned toward her and pressed her lips to Maolisa's lightly, "It's okay, Mail. We'll adjust to each other in time, if I don't drive you to kick me out first." Her tummy fluttered when Maolisa puckered her lips during the kiss, and her face got a little warmer.

Maolisa replied, her lips tickling Aislin's, "I won't ever do that, even if you go back to tantrums every day at dinner."

Aislin blushed brightly at the reminder of her early teens, then allowed Mail to lead her by the hand to the kitchen.

While Maolisa chaotically looked around for food supplies Aislin hopped onto one of the spacious counter tops, crossed her legs, folded the sides of her kimono in to cover her lap, and sat watching.

"Don't you know where you put anything?" she asked after the search went on for over ten minutes.

"I didn't do the shopping, I got a service company to clean up and stock the pantry." She paused to look at her sister, "don't worry, I got a list from Mom for you. The freezer must have at least ten gallons of ice cream in it." She stood up and looked around, one fingertip pressed lightly to her lips, then suddenly pointed at Aislin, "Oh! And you have to look in the cabinets beside your window. There should be candy."


Help Me, Sister Ch. 02



CHAPTER TWO – Consummation 

Maolisa untied the sash holding Aislin's kimono closed, then used it to tie her wrists together. Taking the free end of the sash, she pulled Aislin out into the hall, up the stairs, and to Aislin's bedroom. Once there, she untied her and took her kimono off for her, then pushed her onto the big bed in the middle of the room, "It seems my big sister is in luck. Her little sister is really curious about BDSM." She tied her sister's wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, making sure they were stretched just slightly uncomfortably, then sat beside her and explained the safety things she'd read about online, and set up a safe word and had Aislin practice saying it over and over so it would be in her head should the need arise. She stood up, bent over her restrained sister, and kissed her, letting her suck on her tongue a moment. "I'm going to get a drink. Did you want something?" She grinned as she left the room.

Aislin moaned in desire and frustration as her sister left her tied to the bed. Her hips and shoulders were aching from the tension Maolisa had them under, but the ache felt good and made Aislin feel more excited. She could feel her heart racing, and had a thin sheen of sweat forming all over her body. As she waited for whatever Maolisa planned she repeated the safe word over and over, scared that she would forget it and then need it. She trusted Mail not to hurt her any more than she wanted, but she knew that there was a very big risk that being so close might trigger an attack. 

Taking her time, Maolisa went down to the library to get a bottle of brandy, then down to the kitchen to get some soda for Aislin. Mail knew Ash would want a strong drink, but she couldn't let her have more than one because of issues with the medicines Ash took to try to manage her spiraling moods. She wiggled her toes on the cool tile of the kitchen floor and made a mental note to thank Aislin for getting her to pay attention to such things. Life is much more interesting when you notice the details.

Watching Maolisa enter the room carrying liquor, soda, and glasses, Aislin had to smile. Anticipation had her wet and warm, and Mail's pretty, lightly tanned face made her heart melt, even more now that she knew Mail wanted her. Her stomach was still churning in fear and anticipation, since she had never had sex with anyone, and only knew of BDSM from reading. The one porn film she had seen was so badly made she was laughing too much to get excited, which her mother told her was typical of porn. Most films were so bad they were comedies, with only a few rare gems worth taking the time to watch, so Aislin didn't waste her time with it much, and her sex education was none the worse for it, but nothing else substituted, and she still knew little to nothing beyond the biology her doctor told her.

Maolisa put the drinks and glasses on a small table by the door. It looked like it was intended as a night stand, but with the bed in the middle of the room it would have looked out of place to be beside it. She poured herself a glass of the brandy and walked up to the side of the bed, smiling down at her sister. "You look so cute stretched out like that. I probably need to get pictures before I let you up again." She took a sip of her drink, her cheeks flushed as she looked over her sister's body, admiring the way light seemed to make her white skin glow. With the freckles on her face and the red-brown of her areolas the only break in the color she looked as if she didn't actually exist in this world. Maolisa realized she was holding her breath and let it out in a sigh. "Sis, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you," she smiled at her sister's pretty face, "and I want to make love to you." She grinned, "right after I play with you."

"I love you, too." She blushed and turned her face away, "after you play with me?"

"Wrestling your cute little body, tied down and naked, until you cry out with pleasure." She took another gulp of brandy, then put it on the table and returned to the bed, kneeling beside her sister. "First, though, I want to kiss you and taste your candy coated tongue. You've tasted mine, but never gave me yours."

Blushing more but trying to look at her sister's face, Aislin murmured, "You didn't tell me to. I can't do things like that if you don't tell me to." She managed to force herself to look near her sister's eyes and saw where she was looking, and blushed even brighter, looking away. "See, that's why I don't look people in the eyes!"

Laughing, Maolisa caressed her sister's cheek and then kissed it, "No it is not, and you know it." Pulling her face toward her, she started kissing her lips, "I bet you got excited knowing your sister was looking at your pussy with lust. Now give me your tongue." As she sucked on the tongue, candy-sweet as she expected, she slid her hand down Aislin's trembling cheek to her delicate throat, then brushed her fingertips lightly down her breastbone. She slipped a fingertip over the hard bubble of a nipple. "You want me to think of you sexually." Leaning over she blew lightly, then bit the nipple, licking while it was in her mouth. As Aislin moaned, vibrating Maolisa's mouth, Maolisa had to moan in response.

Closing her eyes tightly, Aislin found she could concentrate on the feelings of lust and desire and keep the fear from growing too fast. She almost grinned as she realized the fear was actually contributing to the lust and excitement. As her sister pulled at her nipple with teeth almost as small and sharp as her own she cried out in a little squeak before biting her lips and forcing herself to stay quiet. She didn't want to make Mail worry and stop. Each little bite, and there were many, made her feel warmer and wetter. Gradually, as the pressure built, she noticed she was trembling more.

Feeling her sister's little body trembling, almost shaking, Maolisa stopped playing with her chest and looked up at her face. "Are you sure you can handle this? Do you want me to stop, or maybe go slower." Watching Ash's face twist in confusion she remembered, Ash couldn't handle a series of questions very well, especially when she was emotional. She caressed Aislin's chest and started again. "Can you handle all this?"

Aislin shook her head, "no."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Aislin shook her head again, "no."

Smirking, Maolisa leaned over and caressed her sister's nipples again, kissed her, licking at her lips, then moved away from her. Finding a comfortable chair near the bed she curled herself in it and watched as Ash's trembling slowly faded.

"We're going to have to go slow and let you build a tolerance, aren't we?"

Looking a little sheepish, Aislin nodded, "uh huh. I'm sorry. I was so excited, being helpless and scared, I forgot to say something."

Maolisa grinned, "So you liked being scared and horny at the same time?"

Aislin blushed and made sure her face was turned as far as it could be from her sister. "Uh huh!" She curled her fingers and toes as she realized how excited she sounded, whimpering a little in embarrassment. "Strong feelings get mixed up and then, um, well," she trailed off weakly.

When Mail thought Ash was calmed enough to try again she stood and made sure she was in her sister's line of sight, then let her kimono fall to the floor. She moved closer to the bed again, heading around the corner and approaching the footboard, then smiled up to Aislin. "I think you have a little foot fetish," grinning a bit as Ash sucked in a tight gasp, "and I think it might even apply to your own pretty little things." She grinned as the little toes in question curled up tightly, then reached for the closest foot, caressing the sole lightly, surprised to find it as soft as a child's. She watched visible shivers run up and down her sister's body as she touched her lightly, then opened her eyes wide as Ash moaned deeply. "I see it does."

Whimpering and squirming, Aislin bit the inside of her cheek to try to keep quiet but as her sister's fingers ran over the sensitive sole of her foot she lost a bit of control and moaned, twisting and turning in the satin bonds. Feeling as if she couldn't get away made her moan even more and she looked away from her sister, a little ashamed of getting excited over such little things, her face reddening yet again.

"How can your itty bitty feet be so soft and sensitive when you go barefoot all the time?" Maolisa climbed on the bed to press her cheek to the bottom of Aislin's foot, "you're even softer than my bum." She lifted her face and grinned at Ash, "You'll get to feel soon." She pressed her lips to the tiny toes and felt them curl tightly as her sister seemed to become tense all over. Kissing and rubbing her lips across the little balls had her sister moaning, gasping, and twisting side to side. Mail looked a few times to see if there was any fear on Ash's face but was sure it looked more like excitement, so she returned her attention to the tiny toes. Sucking them into her mouth she moaned, vibrating them, and felt her sister bounce on the bed, her hips thrusting at the air, and she grinned to herself as she continued to run her tongue over the soft little foot until Aislin's orgasm was done.

Aislin whimpered and wiggled her foot, trying to move it away, but between the gentle pressure of her sister's hands and the sash holding her stretched out all she managed was to get her foot touching and rubbing Mail's mouth more. She moaned and squirmed, her hips starting to thrust into the air, and tried to say the word but couldn't remember how. Never having experienced such a strong reaction to anything she started to panic, pushing herself over the edge into an orgasm that had her entire body bouncing and thrashing as much as the ties would allow, squealing softly. 

Maolisa resisted the urge to cuddle and love her sister until the orgasm was done and she was lying, gasping for breath, with a huge smile on her face. Then, lying down alongside her trembling body, she kissed Ash playfully, "Time for you to give me your tongue again." As Aislin eagerly obeyed Mail bit it gently before sucking it roughly. At Aislin's moan Mail tried being rougher, and found that even biting enough to make her whine also increased her moaning. She tried to look in her sister's eyes, but, as always, Ash couldn't let her, closing them tightly. "Don't forget to tell me when you are getting overwhelmed, okay?"

"Kay," she murmured just before gasping as Maolisa twisted one of her hard nipples. "Sept sometimes." She squeaked when Mail pulled the nipple hard, then moaned softly, "You're gonna make me cum again!"

"You like me to hurt you?" Maolisa asked, just to confirm what she thought she was seeing. "Is that what Mom meant by sensation addict?"

Blushing and scrunching up her face, Aislin nodded. "Strong feelings make me horny." She looked at her sister's nose, "and I like being horny." She giggled shyly, "Mom only found out cause she used to spank me for being bad since I don't listen to getting yelled at and one day she was really mad and got carried away and gave me a huge orgasm. She hardly spanks me any more."

Mail giggled with her, asking, "hardly?" and resumed torturing her nipples, biting and twisting and pulling, smiling each time she could get a squeal followed by a low moan. When she didn't get an answer she bit harder until Aislin was whimpering and panting heavily. "So, do you get Mom to spank you so you can get horny?" Still without an answer, she bit one nipple hard enough for a sharp canine to pierce the skin.

Squealing and thrashing, Aislin started humping the air. The feeling in her injured nipple pushing her close to orgasm, she felt she couldn't catch her breath and when Mail did it again she screamed and felt herself fall into an orgasm.

When she noticed Aislin start her orgasm Maolisa took a chance and pressed her mouth to her sister's, kissing deeply while she enjoyed the results of her torture. Before she realized she was doing it she was straddling her humping sister and getting very excited from the pounding against her pelvis. As Aislin started to slow down, Mail kept a close look on her face to try to figure out if she needed to move or not, but Ash's facial expressions were not very helpful. The change from thrusting her hips to trembling all over was a much stronger clue and Maolisa quickly slipped off.

Gasping for air, Aislin tried to wave her hands and kick her feet, starting to panic when she couldn't, then remembered she was restrained. The thought made her feel safer and she stopped trying to move. As her awareness returned from her orgasm, she noticed her sister was on top of her, kissing passionately. She returned the kiss as well as she could, but the trembling started and she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth and ball her hands into little fists to hold back the fear. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as the skin touching hers moved away.

Maolisa knelt beside her sister again, spreading her knees, and reached out to caress Ash's arm lightly, getting a twitching in response. She sat back on her heels and waited, smiling softly as Ash's body very slowly relaxed. Once Aislin was breathing close to normal, Maolisa reached out slowly and took the injured nipple between thumb and finger and squeezed just enough to get a gasp and moan, "are you going to answer me now?" She grinned as Ash shook her head no, and pulled, "there's only two ways this could end. You say the safe word, or you answer me." Aislin twisted and turned on the bed, thrashing what little she could while tied so tightly, and tried to shake her head. Mail let up and watched Ash relax again, tears in the corners of her eyes. "Why won't you answer?"

Aislin bit her lip and sniffled, then shook her head negatively. She looked toward her sister, then away.

"Are you ashamed of what you do?" Mail asked, then sighed as Ash nodded very slightly. "You don't have to be. Not with me. I know you can be a bad girl at times, but it isn't like you have a lot of control." She leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, then whispered, "and I can spank you to make it better. Bad girls need lots of spankings, don't they?" Aislin nodded vigorously, making Maolisa giggle. "I think we can work with that." She looked at the blush on her sister's face, "feeling naughty and ashamed makes you horny, too, doesn't it?" She grinned as Aislin whined.

Keeping her face turned away from Mail made it easier for Ash to think, but still not comfortable enough to talk about the embarrassing things. She never could talk about them, always writing them ahead of time when she had to go to therapy, then just nodding or shaking her head as the doctor read and talked about them. She had hoped her mother would have told Maolisa all about that sort of thing so they never had to talk about it, but she could understand that maybe it was hard for other people to talk about, too. She was tempted to just blurt out that everything made her horny, but the same thing that prevented her from asking for what she wanted prevented her from admitting anything so bluntly.

Mail laid down on her sister, then forced her face around for a kiss, "I think I like my sister being so kinky. I can play with you and know that you like it even when it makes you blush and cry."

Ash nodded and let herself be kissed again, letting Maolisa have her tongue. After being told to do it at least once, the fear of rejection could be overcome easier. It still existed, but wasn't as powerful. She felt much more comfortable now that Mail had figured out some of her worst secrets, although she realized they weren't really very secret. She managed to enjoy the kissing with her sister on her body for several minutes before the shaking started again.

Maolisa stayed where she was for a couple of minutes, watching Aislin's face as the fear and sexual excitement built, then slowly started sliding down. She planted little kisses on Ash's chin, then throat, then breast bone, pausing to admire her sister's hard nipples standing up from her broad boyish chest, then moving down. She giggled as kissing made Aislin's stomach flutter with a little waving motion, even the second and third time. By the time Mail was slipping down between Ash's thighs, her sister was starting to tremble and bounce, moaning nearly continuously.

Starting to cry from the stress, Aislin wanted to tell her sister to leave her alone, and at the same time wanted her to continue. Her fingers and toes curled painfully as her body tried to panic and orgasm simultaneously. While she couldn't decide which was more important, the question wasn't really a question since she couldn't talk anyway. The thought that she was completely helpless, without even recourse to the safe word, made Aislin start humping in preparation to orgasm, even before her sister fully reached her mound. She knew it was a race between the oblivion of a panic attack and the heaven of a panic-induced orgasm, although she wasn't consciously thinking about it.

Feeling her sister starting to thrust wildly, Maolisa put her mouth directly on her soft, puffy little mound, kissing lightly, then slipping down a little to find the wet and stickiness that had built up in the fold. Pressing her tongue inside she discovered her sister had no inner lips, just a soft smooth fold leading to her tight little opening at one end and a tiny nub of a very stiff clitoris at the other. Wrapping her arms around the bouncing thighs to hold her mouth in place, Mail licked between the two places of interest, getting only a few very quick strokes in before she heard the squeal and felt the chaotic tossing of Ash's orgasm starting.

Aislin relaxed quickly once Maolisa let her go, smiling briefly at her sister to let her know she was still aware before closing her eyes and starting to doze off, completely exhausted. Even light touches from her sister's lips couldn't keep her awake, although they did start getting her hot again before she lost consciousness.

Maolisa didn't let the fact that her sister was asleep stop her from exploring her body, but took it as a convenient way to avoid the fear and stress attacks. Opening her sister's pussy wide with her fingers, she poked inside with her tongue, savoring the thickening results of multiple orgasms. She decided she liked the taste of her sister slightly more than the taste of herself, which she already loved. She smiled as Ash moaned in her sleep, then inserted a finger deep inside, eliciting another loud moan, before slipping it out and using the juices to ease it into the little pucker of her sister's bum. She was surprised to hear another loud moan, and moved her hand around to her own bum, pushing gently until a finger entered, causing her to gasp. She muttered into Aislin's pussy, "I didn't know that felt good!" With her own pussy hot and wet, Maolisa climbed back onto the bed and knelt in front of Aislin's face, spreading her knees wide and sitting on her heels, twisting one ankle side to side until her heel slipped up to press hard against her wet mound.

The first thing Aislin saw as she woke from her impromptu nap was her sister's small heel squeezing the lips of her pussy. She moaned in lust and licked her lips, sure she was still dreaming, and murmured, "do that to me!" As she heard her own voice she realized she was waking up and blushed brightly, closing her eyes tightly to try to make it into a dream where she could talk like that. When she opened them again a few seconds later the scene hadn't changed and she bit her lip hard enough to hurt. She whimpered with desire, then looked up her sister's body toward her face, stopping at her smiling lips. "Hi."

"Hi." Maolisa smiled down to Ash's face, "I thought you might like seeing that when you woke." She leaned over, lifting a little so her sister could see that her pussy had left her foot wet, and kissed her cheek lightly. "I hope you mind that I molested you while you were sleeping."




Help Me, Sister Ch. 02



"Um, you want me to mind?" Aislin looked confused.

"Yes, that way you will get all excited and I can have more fun with you. Think about how you would feel knowing someone was doing things to you in your sleep, taking advantage of you without you knowing."

Aislin looked even more puzzled, "If I'm asleep and don't know, then I wouldn't feel anything about it."

Grinning, Mail caressed Ash's cheek, "so nothing that happens to you when you're asleep could make you embarrassed or ashamed or mad?"

"Well, I guess if it hurt when I woke up or other people knew and thought it was my fault I might care, but I don't think so." She shrugged as much as she could while restrained, "I guess I can't feel about stuff I don't know is happening."

"So to embarrass you, just saying things won't work?"

Aislin blushed lightly, "nope. I mostly get embarrassed because of stuff I do or how I react. Like getting a spanking isn't embarrassing, but liking it is, and having an orgasm from it is kind of humiliating."

"Oh. If I gave you an orgasm by spanking you'd feel humiliated?" Maolisa started to feel a little sad about that.

Blushing even brighter, Aislin shook her head, "No, I don't think so. I don't know. The only person that ever did that was Mom and I think that's why I feel so bad after." 

"Feel? Not felt?" Maolisa grinned at her sister again, reaching out to caress her cheek, "so now I have the answer." As Aislin tried to hide her face Mail shifted around on her knees, sitting on her feet and keeping them out of the way of her pussy, "will you be embarrassed to watch me masturbate for you?"

Turning her face back quickly, Aislin shook her head, licking at her lips and looking directly at her sister's pussy, making Mail feel a little less confident than she had been acting.

Taking her turn to blush, Maolisa smiled and placed her hand on her mound, rubbing gently, "I've been thinking how hot it would be to play with myself while someone watched, but I hadn't really planned to do it for real." As she started getting herself warmer she relaxed a little and let her finger slide inside her fold. "But having my sister watch me finger myself feels so bad and exciting." Having no inner lips of her own, she briefly wondered if it was a family genetic thing or simply another of the defects she shared with her sister. She spread her puffy lips to show Ash. After a bit of clumsy moving about she got her fingers holding herself open in a way that she thought would allow her sister to see her finger herself to orgasm, then got a finger inside and started moving it in and out slowly, watching Aislin's eyes.

Aislin grinned as she realized that Maolisa felt what they were doing was bad, and planned to continue it. She realized she hadn't thought of Mail's point of view at all and grimaced at herself. Normally she hid as much as possible from thinking about other people, it was too overwhelming, but she knew she should be trying for her sister. She told herself she would make it up later, and returned to getting excited by her sister's masturbation. She wanted to reach out and help, but only tugged at her bindings a little before settling back down to watch as Mail's hips started bouncing her bum on her feet.

Just as Maolisa felt her orgasm about to take over she forced herself to make sure her sister had a good view, then tried to watch her face as Mail's orgasm made her squirt cum all over her waiting hand. She barely caught a glimpse of the shock in her sister's eyes before she had to let herself tip over and lie on the bed humping the air and moaning in pleasure. When she finally caught her breath she put her wet hand to her sister's mouth to let her lick it clean, smiling at her.

While she licked the cum from her sister's hand Aislin kept tipping her head back to look at it puzzled. "I saw you pee, but it doesn't taste like pee, it tastes like pussy."

Maolisa giggled and hugged Aislin, "That wasn't pee! And if you thought it was how come you were so anxious to lick it?"

Shrugging, Ash grinned a little bashfully, "it was from you. So if it wasn't pee," she trailed off.

"Cum." Maolisa took her hand back to get the last tastes of her cum from it, "if you touch the right place inside enough, and stay horny long enough before cumming, you can make yourself squirt it out, sometimes quite a lot. I love the taste." She snuggled her sister a moment, "when you get more comfortable with me I'll do it in your mouth sometimes. And teach you to do it for me."

Aislin smiled back, her hands and feet feeling a bit numb from being tied for so long, but unable to say she needed to be freed. She twisted her hands and feet around to get them more comfortable, then blushed as Maolisa noticed and started reaching for the ties. "You don't have to."

"Yes I do. Don't want your cute little hands and feet to fall off, I have plans for them." Maolisa finished freeing her sister and watched her curl up into a ball in the middle of the bed rubbing and her wrists and ankles. "I'd apologize for making them hurt but I think you liked it and you look so cute getting the circulation back."

While rubbing her extremities, Aislin peeked over at her sister and whispered shyly, "You say cute a lot."

Sitting beside the little ball of her sister's body, Maolisa scooped her up onto her lap, "Does it bother you?" When Aislin shook her head no, Mail kissed her forehead lightly, "You are very cute. You mix sexy and cute together in such interesting ways, then add a batch of pretty into the mix."

Aislin giggled, sounding like the little girl she resembled, and rested the side of her head against Mail's shoulder, looking down at her chest. One small hand reached out and gingerly touched a semi-erect nipple lightly, then jumped away at Maolisa's gasp. After waiting a moment she reached for the nipple again, touching softly with a fingertip, watching the little bud grow and stiffen. Wrapped up in her first up-close study of someone else's nipple, Ash seemed to forget that she was snuggled on her sister's lap, remaining relaxed and curious. Her hand opened gradually and she caressed more of the breast under it, letting the now-hard nipple glide lightly across her palm in a circle.

Maolisa bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly, stifling a soft moan to avoid bringing attention to herself as she enjoyed her sister's attentions. With Aislin curled up in her lap, knees to chest and heels to bum, all Mail could do was wrap her arms around her and let her explore. Maolisa figured it was probably best that way, to let her sister get more comfortable being held, but was having trouble maintaining her calm while her sister touched sensitive and excited parts.

The colors of Maolisa's nipple and areola would look the same as Aislin's to most people, but to her they were vastly different and intriguing. She compared the edge between Mail's slightly tanned skin and areola to the edge of her translucent white skin and areola, noticing as she touched how soft the little cone of Mail's breast was compared to the skin-on-muscle feel of her own tiny mound, but only as a side issue of the visual difference. Gradually, as her visual study neared completion, her fingers also noticed the contrast between the hard nipple of her sister and the soft fatty tissue it was projecting from. Shifting her touch from light caressing to pinching and pulling, she smiled at the way the tissues stretched and deformed.

Shuddering at her sister's touch, Maolisa let out a tiny whimper, hugging Ash tightly. To her surprise, Aislin was not at all distracted from her study, merely shifting her arm a little to fit the slightly smaller space Mail had allowed it. Mail leaned her cheek on the top of Aislin's head, which only served to push her face a little closer to the breast she was studying so intently. The soft warm breath on her skin caused her to moan, her small fingers clutching at Ash's body as she felt herself growing wet and warm. When Aislin's tiny foot slipped down between Mail's thighs, rubbing against the smooth skin of her mound, Maolisa was sure she was about to cum. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit into it.

Having her face pushed a little closer to the object of her study, Aislin thought about how the different textures between nipple, areola, and underlying skin would feel in her mouth. She'd always liked to put things in her mouth for testing, getting into quite a bit of trouble for it growing up. She leaned forward, shifting on Mail's lap, and didn't notice her foot slide down to rub her sister's pussy. Squirming a little to get the right angle, she placed her hand under and around the cone of her sister's breast, then squeezed and pulled outward, bringing the nipple to her lips. As her lips closed around the hard nub, Ash instinctively started suckling her sister's breast, her tongue pressing and stroking around the nipple.

Maolisa moaned, unable to hold it back, as her sister sucked her nipple. Holding Ash with just one arm, Mail moved her other hand between their bodies and pushed her sister's little foot tightly against her pussy, then started shifting it around, pleased when her sister helped by wiggling her toes. She was moderately amused at how single-minded Aislin could get, to where things that would normally have her orgasming or running in fear could be completely overlooked when something grabbed her attention. She looked down and noticed her sister's eyes closing as her hand went from pulling the breast she was sucking on to grasping at it, like a baby. With her eyes closed, her body relaxed even more and Maolisa was able to lie backwards, pulling Ash with her, and straighten out her own legs. Ash never once let go of the nipple, her body shifting as needed to keep hold of it, and Mail was in a better position to masturbate with her sister on top of her, still mostly curled up.

Aislin snuggled her sister's body, the breast in her mouth making her feel safe and secure, and stayed in a half sleep, enjoying the feeling of being held so closely. She wasn't really aware of who it was holding her, as her mind was inward, focused on how good she felt. Even the touching of her foot wasn't enough to penetrate her cozy little cloud of contentment.

Once she was able to lie down, Maolisa found the angle made it easier for her to use her own hand instead of her sister's foot to masturbate, but she made sure as she let go that it would be close by after she was done, then proceeded to insert two fingers inside her pussy and use her thumb on her clit to get some much needed relief. Once she was done she brought her hand to her sister's face and wiped her cum over it before bringing her fingers the rest of the way to her mouth to lick up the last bit. She reached back down to hold her sister's foot, still wet from being used for the first part of her masturbation, against her mound as she dozed off.

Slowly waking up, Aislin spotted the small breast near her mouth and leaned over to take the nipple into her mouth, closing her eyes as she suckled. She put her arms around whoever owned the boob she was tasting, and tried to straighten her legs. One moved easily, but the other seemed to be caught in the grip of a soft hand. Ash wondered if the hand was going to rub her foot to orgasm, or if she would have to do it herself. She wiggled her toes against the palm, decided it didn't matter which went first, and started moving her foot against the soft skin, moaning into the breast in her face.

Maolisa woke up fast as Aislin started humping her pelvis hard and fast, biting her nipple hard enough to bring tears to Mail's eyes. Within seconds of Mail realizing what was going on she felt her sister stiffen and tense every part of her body, then relax all at once with a large sigh, murmuring half asleep into Mail's bruised nipple. Mail giggled and hugged her sister tightly, waking her up.

Recognizing the feeling down in her pussy, Aislin guessed that she had made herself orgasm while she was waking up again. After a second thought, feeling herself held tightly by her sister, she wondered if Mail had done it for her. The half remembered dream of someone playing with her foot left the issue unclear as she came fully awake. She bit her sister's nipple lightly, just because it was in her mouth, then tried to roll away.

Looking at the window as the warm, wet, sticky body of her sister rolled off her, Maolisa realized they had played and slept through the night. She wasn't sure of the sun angles at this house yet, but she thought it was early morning, just past sunrise. She smiled, turning to look at her sister's pretty face, then smiled wider as she caught her looking back. She reached to hug her as Ash blushed brightly and looked away. "I saw you looking at me!"

Aislin shook her head vigorously, "uh uh." She let herself be hugged for a minute, then started to push away. "I'm all sweaty and sticky and, uh, messy, and need a shower. Probly stinky, too." She rolled off the edge of the bed with a thud, missing her attempt to land on her feet. "Probably should remember I'm not very coordinated in the morning and don't do that."

"Or we could put cushioning so it doesn't matter. We probably should anyway, since Mom said you fall out of bed a lot." Not wanting to make her sister feel worse, Mail moved to the side of the bed and slid off carefully rather than roll to her feet, "or I could tie you to the bed every night."

Aislin blurted out, "that would work," before thinking, then blushed brightly as she stood up. "Um, not that I want to be tied up all the time. But if it helps then I probably wouldn't complain a lot." She trailed off, looking down at her feet as she kicked one toe against another. "Need a shower."

Taking her by the hand, Maolisa led Ash to the bathroom and helped her get into the tub, then looked at her curiously as she stretched out, "I thought you were going to get a shower?"

"Yup, but I lay down for it so I don't slip or something and get hurt."

"Why not take a bath, then?"

"I might drown." She grinned self-consciously, "I forget to pay attention some times and when I get thinking about stuff I don't notice other stuff at all, even if it hurts me."

"Or someone else," Mail murmured, then smiled. "I'll stay with you and help, so a bath it is." She helped Aislin out of the tub, then closed the drain and set the water running. "You have to check the temperature, I don't know how you like it."

Sitting on the edge of the tub, Aislin adjusted the mix, then stood by her sister, watching the tub fill. After it was a few inches deep she started fidgeting as she watched, then biting her lip.

"What's the matter, Sis?"

"Maybe it's getting deep enough?" She looked at the water dubiously.

Maolisa realized that the fidgeting was not about being too close to her, but about fear of the water. "You never had a real bath at all?"

Shaking her head, Aislin continued to watch the water getting deeper, eventually taking Mail's hand and holding it tightly.

Using her free hand to turn off the flow of water, Maolisa turned to her sister and reminded her, "the safe word applies to everything we do together, okay? If any part of life is too much for you, say so and I'll be there." She watched Ash relax a little, still eying the water, "yes, if you start to drown I can hold you out of the water while it drains away." She guided her to the edge of the tub, "would you like to try it? It's very sensual."

Aislin looked between her sister and the water and back, tempted to look in Mail's face for reassurance. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she lifted her leg high in the air and let Mail guide her into the tub. As she stepped into the warm water she sighed, murmuring to herself, "I like to be wet." She slowly settled herself into the water until she was almost lying down, only her face and hands above the surface.

Maolisa grinned, biting her tongue, and helped Ash get seated, then held her hand as Aislin seemed determined to crush Mail's, hinting that she might not want to let go. "How does it feel? Comfortable?"

Not trusting herself to speak without squeaking, Aislin just nodded and reached for body wash with her free hand. It only took her a moment to realize trying to wash one handed wasn't going to work, and she looked flustered.

"Why don't you hold the sides of the tub, so you can feel safe, and I'll wash you. Then you get to have my hands all over your body, too. Would you like that?" Maolisa knew she was treating Aislin like a child, but she didn't really know how else to handle her in her current state. She hadn't known her mother meant it literally when she said Aislin could be extremely childish. Smiling softly, she gently removed her hand from Aislin's and placed Aislin's on the edge of the tub, watching her grab at it. When she reached for the body wash Aislin nearly threw it to her, then grabbed the other side of the tub with her newly freed hand.

Looking at the water sloshing around the tub, Aislin kept telling herself it was like a tiny swimming pool and perfectly safe. As usual, trying to tell herself a fear was irrational had only one effect: it made her feel dumb that she couldn't get past it. She closed her eyes and tried pretending the sloshing sounds were water against dock pilings and had a little more luck. The ceramic covered metal of the tub didn't feel like wood and was starting to be a distraction, so she tried letting go, but keeping her hands near the edges and found herself starting to hear the water against the sides of a swimming pool, which fit the feeling of lying in the tub better than trying to imagine floating in a lake. She slowly sank into the pool, only her head above water, and let the warm water soothe her.

Not knowing what was going on in Aislin's head, Maolisa just watched her go from near panic to calm and serene in a matter of moments just by closing her eyes. She knew her sister had her own world inside her head that didn't always match the one outside it, and just wrote off what she'd seen as her sister stepping into that internal world in self-defense. Pouring some body wash into Ash's sponge, Mail reached into the water and started washing her body, smiling at the sigh and smile she got from Aislin in return. She was able to wash most of Aislin's front and sides without disturbing her from wherever her mind was, then tried reaching between her legs and grinned as Ash seemed eager to spread her legs for her. Sighing, she decided to be responsible and do what she was supposed to.

Aislin, not completely lost in her pool fantasy, found being washed to be much more soothing than she had expected, and a lot less exciting than she would have, had she thought about it. Being so absorbed in focusing on staying in the pool instead of the bathtub she escaped realizing that she was being close to another person, and even being touched. Until Mail tried to wash between her legs, but even then it stayed gentle and comforting with only a little bit of sexual sensation added. Ash considered encouraging her sister to molest her, then remembered if she even tried her brain would betray her and she'd get scared and mute, or as close to it as to make no difference and in general just mess up a wonderful morning. She slipped a little further from the bathtub reality toward her pool fantasy and enjoyed what she had.

Maolisa found that whatever world Aislin was in it made her very cooperative. When Mail needed Ash to sit up just a gentle pressure on her back lifted her, and reaching underneath her was all it took to be able to wash her bum. She even kept her head tipped correctly when Maolisa decided to wash her long hair, which took several minutes. Rather than risk scaring her, Mail used the shower head to rinse the shampoo from her hair instead of dunking her under, which is how Mail rinsed her own. Once she had her sister all washed and rinsed she put the sponge away and just looked at her, caressing her face and shoulders.




Help Me, Sister Ch. 02



Gradually, Aislin noticed she wasn't in a pool, or alone, but she kept her eyes closed, letting her mind sort itself out slowly. A soft hand was touching her lovingly. She leaned her cheek against the hand and was rewarded by a gentle pressure in return. Keeping her eyes closed she turned her face to the hand and kissed the palm lightly, enjoying the soft sound of someone sighing in contentment. When the hand moved to one side and another hand cupped the other she knew she was supposed to tip her head back and part her lips and let the other person kiss her. So she did.

Once her sister was reacting to her, Maolisa felt safer touching, and cupped her face in both hands, a little surprised at Aislin when she tipped her head back on her own and parted her lips for the kiss. She briefly wondered if she might like Ash's internal world, where kisses were comfortable and not scary for her. She slipped her tongue into her sister's mouth and found it as inviting and pleasurable as the first time, and held the kiss as long as Aislin stayed relaxed, gradually ending it as she felt her tensing just the slightest bit. By the time Aislin was opening her eyes Maolisa was guiding her to stand up and step out of the tub.

The taste of her sister's tongue in her mouth brought Aislin closer to reality, and desire, and she sucked and licked it easily. Something told her not to suck hard or wild, and she listened. Sudden changes when she was hiding always ruined things, and usually made them worse than whatever it was that she was hiding from. She liked the taste of her sister's tongue, then realized she knew who was kissing her and felt impressed with herself, that she could admit to something real while not fully letting her hiding place go. As she thought about it she felt the hiding place letting her go gently.

Wrapping a towel around her little sister Mail felt a bit protective. Aislin looked so much like a lost little girl standing there dripping in the middle of the bathroom, not seeming to know what to do. Once she had the towel around her, though, she suddenly seemed to be quite sure of what to do. Take it off and drop it. Maolisa caught it and used it to dry her instead and Ash put up with it although it was obviously starting to irritate her. Mail finally got her body dry and decided to let her hair stay wet rather than fight her. "You okay, Sis? You're being awful quiet and uncooperative."

Aislin felt the annoying touch of cloth and tried to hide again, but there wasn't any place to go so she just tried not to think about what was going on. Eventually the cloth stopped bugging her and someone asked if she was okay. When the cloth didn't come back she thought maybe it would be okay to answer. "I'm fine. Is the drying all done?" As her sister nodded, Ash felt herself moving back into the world, as if it had been hidden in a haze. She smiled a bit shyly at Mail. "I'm sorry, Sis. Drying off always feels so yucky and I felt so good I didn't want it to end." She smiled wider, "but now I'm clean and dry, mostly, and not mad and I didn't even try to hit you one time." She frowned slightly, "although that might have been fun."

"Oh? You want to hit me? Don't forget I'm the dominant one here. That could be dangerous for you." Maolisa tried to look threatening, but she knew she didn't look much tougher than Ash did.

"That's why it would be fun. Since you're the dom you would have to punish me." She looked thoughtful, "do doms need a reason to punish their subs, or can you do that any time you feel like it? I never really figured out the rules, cause in some books it's like they do whatever they agree to and then in others there's lots of complicated rules and rituals. Not like me and you kind of rituals either. Weird stuff like walking a certain distance behind and never talking unless asked and have to say ma'am and sir and kind of mixed up stuff like schoolboy sadist fantasy joins fake chivalry to take advantage of miss needy inferiority complex."

Giggling, Mail grabbed her sister and playfully slapped her bum, hitting a lot harder than she intended and getting a low moan instead of the squeak she was aiming for. "I think we can make our own rules. If there's a BDSM psychic police out there to catch us they'll have to find us first." Turning Ash sideways she slapped her again, this time intentionally hard enough to leave a red hand print on her bum that took time to fade. When she turned Aislin back again she noticed her sister had tears in the corners of her eyes and a big smile on her face. She kissed her softly and hugged her tightly, noticing how hard and warm and inviting her body felt.

Ash was shocked at the first slap, thinking her sister should know better than to surprise her, but the burning it left in her bum and the flare of temper from it turned her horny instead of angry. Before she even had a chance to tell her sister not to do that she was getting slapped again and she was sure she didn't want to say it. Letting Mail turn her around she didn't try to hide how much it hurt, just tried to show she appreciated it, smiling as wide as she could. She was excited enough that the big hug that followed the slaps didn't make her start shaking before Maolisa let her go again. The kissing and the tongue in her mouth after that continued feeling good.

Maolisa recalled a minute or two too late that surprising Aislin could be extremely bad. It often led to anger and anger almost always led to rage, which always led to a tantrum. When no anger seemed to come and the hug and kiss weren't rejected she took a moment to hold Ash lightly, "I'm guessing that you got a little horny. You didn't explode at me."

Blushing, Aislin buried her face against Mail's chest, nodding. "Told you already about it." Putting her hands on Maolisa's breasts, she squeezed lightly, sighing as she felt her sisters nipples stiffening under her palms. "You got nice boobs. I like them." She stood still, her naked body pressed against her sister's, and felt comfortable for quite a while. She guessed it could have been as long as five minutes. When the trembling started she just pushed gently at Mail's chest and moved away a step when Mail opened her arms.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to keep my hands off you. See what you started?" Maolisa grinned at her sister making 'monster claws' with her hands. "You turned me into a sex fiend."

"A dominant incestuous lesbian sex fiend. Just the kind I need." Aislin looked around, "although my fantasies of being ravaged and savaged haven't taken place in a bathroom before."

"First time for everything. Like being tied up by your sister."

"That wasn't a new fantasy. I been having that one ever since you got me to move in here." Aislin went to bite her tongue a moment too late, watching the smile on Mail's face.

Maolisa reached out and pulled Aislin closer, "I know saying things you want is hard for you; well, nearly impossible, but anytime you can make yourself ask for it I promise I won't say no if it's not too dangerous."

"So you won't tie me up and beat me with a live wire in the middle of the crocodile pit at the zoo?" Aislin grinned.

"Oh, that's all you want? I was expecting something much worse. I'll try to arrange that for your next birthday." She slapped Ash's bum, not as hard as she had before but enough to make Ash wince and squeak. "Um, seriously for a minute, I really do mean it. Anything. I love you."

Looking as close to Mail's eyes as she could force herself, she nodded, "I love you, too. And maybe someday I can ask. For now just assume if I didn't say the safe word either I liked it a lot or I got lost in my head so it was okay, too. Probably the first one."

Holding pulling her sister's pelvis to hers, grinding their little hairless mounds together slowly, she kissed her, "I'll try to remember, and not worry too much." She licked Ash's lips, "does it bother you that I liked it when you cried a little?"

"I didn't know you liked it." Aislin looked down at her sister's small breasts, comparing them to her non-existent ones, "I kind of forgot to think about you when I was excited." She looked back up to her sister's mouth, "I'm sorry. It's habit."

Maolisa hugged her tight, then moved her away a bit, "I know how it is. Don't forget, I have similar issues, just not as severe. There's lots of times I have to pretend I don't know someone is there, so I don't get overwhelmed." She smiled at Aislin, "and here we are intentionally getting into an intense relationship. I think you're not the only masochistic sister in the family." She traced circles on her sister's bare chest with a fingertip. "I know I'm your owner now, and can order you to do anything, but one thing I want to ask you for instead of order."

Nodding, Aislin watched her sister's fingertip, her nipples starting to stand up on either side, and waited.

"Would you be my lover as well as my sister and my property?"

Aislin smiled wide as she nodded vigorously. She reached out for her sister's hand.

Maolisa nearly kicked herself as she lowered Aislin to the floor gently. She really timed that bad; the bathroom isn't really the best place for propositioning someone, even if it is a fancy one. She smiled as she held sister's body, waiting, pleased that she had overwhelmed her with love.



Help Me, Sister Ch. 03



Sorry it took so long to get this chapter. Some of the parts are stressful to think and write about. It's a little short, but the concept was complete and a new one about to start.

Hope you like.

Lissa



CHAPTER THREE - Mood Swings



Maolisa woke to an empty bed and sighed. Resisting the urge to reach for a dressing gown, she walked down the hallway to Aislin's room. As she expected, Ash was there. On the floor just inside the doorway. Mail curled up beside her, spooning, and tried to doze off.

Aislin woke up with her sister snuggled up to her bum, snoring softly. Slipping out from under Mail's arm she made her way down to the kitchen and reached for the coffee beans. A box got in her way so she had to pull it out and then get what she needed from it. She smiled suddenly, remembering. There is a routine for making coffee. Laying out everything she would need first and then following the steps, she soon had fresh ground coffee brewing. She resisted the urge to jump up and down and clap, thinking she might be too old for that kind of thing.

The aroma of fresh brewed coffee guided Mail to the kitchen, where she found a naked Ash sitting cross-legged on the counter sipping a cup and looking out the window. "Morning, Sis." Maolisa rubbed at her eyes and got an empty cup and started making some coffee for herself. "Um, how come I found you sleeping on the floor in your room in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know. Were you looking for something?" Aislin looked a little confused, "although if it was the middle of the night it probably could have waited for morning."

Maolisa giggled as she figured out how Aislin had interpreted her question. "I meant to ask why you were sleeping there. When I fell asleep we were on my bed all tired and comfortable. I thought you would like sleeping with me."

"When I was sleeping it was fine but then I woke up and it wasn't my room and you were close so I had to be scared. I couldn't go back to sleep so I went to my room and I could." Ash looked down shyly, then shivered as Mail finished making her coffee and came to stand in front of her, resting a hand lightly on her foot.

"Would it be better for us to sleep in your room, in case you wake up?" Maolisa caressed Aislin's toes, smiling as her sister started getting excited and squirmed on the counter top, wiggling them.

Aislin sipped at her coffee, wiggling her little feet as her sister teased her, "You're going to make the counter all messy and have to wash it." As her body started to tremble slightly, she frowned. "I don't think that would work too well. When I wake up in the night and close to you and not too horny then I would still get scared. It's two things. A different place is scary and a person is scary." She looked thoughtful, or spacey, as she stared into her coffee cup. After a minute she brightened, "but I think I can stop being scared of you cause you're my sister and I wasn't scared before, and new places can be old places in time and then not scary, but that means sleeping in the new place and being scared for a time until it's not a new place any more." She smiled wide, "that's how come I can sleep in my room now; it's been time."

Leaning over to kiss the tiny toes, Maolisa thought about it. "Okay. How about we work on getting you comfy with me in your room first? I can spend time with you, maybe make you stay near me?" She reached for her sister's cheek, caressing it, then stepped back as Ash's trembling threatened to spill her coffee. "And we have to wash the counter anyway, you put your bare bum on it."

Once Maolisa was far enough away to stop being scary, Aislin realized she had asked two questions. "You should only ask one question at a time." She tried to scowl at her sister but ended up looking silly, "I might get confused and it would be your fault." She stuck her little tongue tip out between her lips.

Giggling, Maolisa moved close again and tried to bite Aislin's tongue, then asked again, "Would it be good to first try to get you comfy with me in your room?" While she waited, she let her hands wander over her sister's body, enjoying the shudders and shivers it caused both of them.

"Maybe we can do that. I don't know how to get comfy, though." Ash shrugged, "just happens with some people sometimes but not much." She unfolded her legs and slid off the counter into her sister's arms, then shuddered heavily at the skin to skin whole body contact, "but we can try over and over and over," she trailed off, grinning and fidgeting nervously.

Leaning in to press her lips to Aislin's, Maolisa murmured, "You almost asked for what you want! Next thing you know, you'll be the dom one making demands." 

Aislin ruined the kiss with a fit of giggles.

Maolisa held onto Aislin for as long as she dared, then let her go and stepped away to let her calm down. Trusting Ash to know her limits was not always wise, especially when it came to things like hugs and kisses. "Now how about clean up the coffee mess, and where you set your cute little bum, while I go get some jogging in?"

Turning to pick up the coffee cups, Aislin wiggled her bum at Maolisa, grinning back over her shoulder, then started picking up and putting away the coffee making gear seriously. "Okay. I'm going down to the dock and jump in the lake, then bug you about a computer for me to play with and learn about stuff, then maybe it will be time for lunch."

"Whoa, Sis! Don't plan that much of the day. You know what will happen if something changes." Maolisa patted Aislin's bum lightly, "how about just planning to go to the lake after cleaning this, and then see what should be next?"

"Now I have to unplan it? That's almost as bad as changing, you know. I already was thinking about ..." 

Maolisa cut her off with a kiss, holding her tightly as she started winding herself up to being angry. "Ssh. Calm, baby. Breathe slow. We can work with it. Just think about now." As the tension in Ash's body flowed out, being replaced by trembling, Mail let her go, a little bit at a time, until they were just holding hands. "We can do what you want, but take it in small bits, okay?" Stepping back a little more, so their arms were outstretched and just touching fingertips, she watched Ash's hand becoming steady, then let it go. "Can we do it that way, or do we need to use your plan today and do smaller plans tomorrow?"

"Maybe some of the plan? Go to the lake then bug you and then think about next?" Aislin looked like a lost little girl, very insecure.

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.




Help Me, Sister Ch. 03



Seeing Ash's nipples stiffen and stand up from her flat chest amused Mail. She wasn't sure but she suspected Ash was using thoughts of sex to let her be close. Not that it was a bad thing; seeing her sister horny and naked outdoors was making Maolisa horny as well. Stopping, she turned to her smaller sister and released her hand, wrapping her arms around the warm little body. "I love you, Sis. I want you to be happy. Sometimes it might mean I ask you to do hard things, like go to a store or talk to someone. Okay?"

"Mom always says that, too." Tipping her face up, Aislin kissed Maolisa, "love you." 

"Did you make her walk around outside naked, too?" Maolisa grinned. Feeling Ash's trembling growing rapidly, Mail let go and stepped back a step, noticing that she didn't have to move as far to see Aislin start settling down.

Ash shook her head side to side, "uh uh. We didn't have forest to walk around in so she had to wear clothes most of the time. I didn't go out much, either, cause of that." She held up her hand to show how white she was in comparison to Mail's light tan, "See? No sun."

Maolisa reached for Aislin's hand, brought it to her lips to kiss, then held on as she resumed walking up the path. "I don't know if I should let you get a tan. I like you the way you are." Turning to look at Ash she grinned, "I might have to make you wear clothes when you go outside."

Seeing the grin, Aislin could tell there was some humor involved, but wasn't sure if she was interpreting it right so just shook her head side to side, "Nope. Just for going to places like stores and doctor visits." Again she started repeating variants of 'no' until Mail stopped her by kissing her so she couldn't speak, getting her attention. "Maybe sometimes for taking them off, though. Like role play? That can be fun."

Arriving at the house, Maolisa stopped just before going in the door to the kitchen. "What do you know about role play? Especially role play that involves taking off your clothes?"

Ducking around her sister, her face red, Aislin muttered, "Um, not too much I think." Hurrying through the kitchen she called back, "going to wash now. Maybe you can find a computer?"

"We're going to have a conversation about that, Sis!" Maolisa called after her, shaking her head. She made a note to herself to talk to her mother a bit more about exactly what sorts of things Ash has done and with who. Predators love people like Ash, who won't say anything unless asked, so abusers get away just by making sure no one has a reason to ask. Of course it could all be innocent, as well, although Mail wasn't sure how. She made her way to her computer room, dropping her clothes in a pile by the door, and started looking up local shops. Well, local in a relative sense, considering how far the nearest town was.

Lying in the tub and turning the shower on, Aislin satisfied a tension that had built up while keeping her mind on sex to be able to be close to Maolisa. She had considered following Mail around until she got the hint but she didn't want to have to talk to her about the past. For Aislin, the time it would take to shower would be sufficient for that conversation to be dead. As she was drying off she was already thinking only about the trip to get a new computer, making herself nervous but working on getting herself prepared to go without causing her sister too much trouble.

Maolisa found several shops that looked promising, advertising a wide selection of computers and accessories. One she eliminated by asking basic questions of the salesperson, knowing the correct answers, and writing him off when he got them wrong. Another was eliminated when the manager was certain there would be no problem with accommodating Aislin but refused to listen to her needs; people who promise things without listening rarely deliver. She was left with one that seemed willing to work with her on prices as well as try to arrange for Aislin to be able to be part of the deal without scaring her half to death. Pleased with herself, she ran upstairs and got a quick bath.

Looking in her closet for clothing, Aislin sighed heavily and sat on the floor. She had too many clothes and no idea how to choose. If she was just staying home and looking to be comfortable it would be easy, but she didn't know what was appropriate to go out. Her mother had usually picked her clothes for her, since she never seemed to grasp the necessary criteria. She started whimpering as she retreated from the stress, finding it more comfortable to get lost in her head.

Finding Aislin staring into space, rocking back and forth, and whimpering, Maolisa sat beside her and laid her gently on her back, then hugged her tightly. Talking didn't seem to get her attention, but touching her chest made her gasp softly and stop the whimper noise briefly. Smirking and sighing, Mail fondled her sister, finding that it got her attention back from wherever she was much faster than just waiting. After less than ten minutes Ash was giggling and trying to touch Mail in return, having no memory of being lost or why.

Aislin found herself lying on her closet floor being molested by her sister. Whining a little at the surprise, she tried to remember how she got there but could only recall playing with herself in the bath. Before she could get upset, Mail had succeeded in getting her excited enough to distract her and she forgot about being mad, letting her sister's fingers bring her to orgasm. Resting on the floor after, she giggled at Maolisa. "I guess I had a problem?"

"A little bit. Do you remember what you were doing before I was touching you?" Maolisa caressed her sister's chest lightly.

"I was in the bath fixing things, then I was here and you was fixing things." She shrugged, "so nope, don't remember."

"Fixing things?" Mail grinned, "oh, you mean, um, yes. Okay. Well, how about we don't worry about it? We can just find you something to wear to the store and see about getting a computer. How does that sound?"

She shook her head side to side, "I can't get clothes. There's too many." Looking up at the clothes hanging in the closet, she rolled onto her tummy then stood up and tried to get out of the closet.

"Ah, I see. Could that be why you had a problem?" Maolisa found a sun-dress that she thought would look cute on Aislin, "I like this, Would you wear it for me?"

"You're talking like I'm a baby!" Aislin grabbed the sun-dress and looked at it, then smiled, "It's cute! Thank you. Maybe it could have been."

Tousling her hair, Maolisa hugged her, "you're my baby, is that okay?"

"Yup!" Aislin pulled the dress on over her head and waited for Maolisa to straighten the shoulders and neck. "Need underpants, though. For armor. No shoes! I don't need shoes. Nope, not just to look at a computer." She smiled at Mail, making a pouty face. 

"Ah, I can see you're starting to feel better, trying to get your way with the puppy face." Mail smiled back at her, "but you didn't have to, the store manager said it would be okay if you don't wear shoes. Just don't step on anything pointy." Holding her hands between them, Mail looked into Ash's eyes as Ash looked at Mail's chest, "No one will try to talk to you, they'll talk to me, okay?"

Biting her lip and nodding, she lowered her head a little, "okay. But I still don't like it."

Maolisa pulled Aislin to her and kissed her forehead, "you know you turn into a little kid when things you don't like come up?"

Aislin nodded, smiling sheepishly and murmuring, "can't help it."

Once Aislin was dressed Maolisa went back to her room and dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes, then returned to escort Aislin to the car. She'd already been warned that Ash would not buckle her own seatbelt and needed a harness with a difficult clasp so that she couldn't take it off if her mind was wandering. Expecting a little fight from Aislin, she was pleasantly surprised when her sister cooperated, holding her arms out of the way and letting herself be strapped in, then waiting patiently as Mail moved around to the driver's side. Maolisa leaned over and kissed Ash on the cheek, then started the car.

Twisting and turning a little, Aislin tested the harness. Finding that it held her securely, she smiled contentedly, leaning back and relaxing. Being restrained made her feel a little excited and gave her something to think about instead of worrying about where they were going. She looked out the window and watched the trees moving past, lightly touching herself, until they were entering the city. Turning her face down, she avoided looking out until the car stopped, then sat and waited patiently for Mail to let her out.

Maolisa unbuckled her sister's harness, smirking at her. "I know you can undo the clasps when you're not having a bad time. You don't have to wait for me to do it, do you?"

Aislin nodded, "Yes I do. Not supposed to do it myself cause then it can become a habit that I don't have to think about. Then in a bad time I could still do it and that would be dangerous. It's better if I don't practice." She let Mail take her hand and guide her out of the car, wincing as her bare feet hit the hot asphalt of the parking lot, then held her hand to walk to the store entrance.

Feeling her sister's hand shaking, Maolisa squeezed it lightly, hoping it felt reassuring, and walked beside her across the small parking lot. The store they were going to was in one of the many strip malls that litter the landscape of the south, and seeing it made Mail nervous for Ash's sake. It was a bit smaller than she had expected, so if there were many people at all inside it would feel crowded; something Ash could not handle. Pulling the door open, she was relieved to see only three people, and two appeared to be employees.

Moving behind Maolisa as one of the men approached them, Aislin pointed out to her that another of the men was setting the sign in the window to say 'closed'. She smiled when Mail nodded, then followed her to meet the approaching man. She looked him over, noting his casual clothing style, as he introduced himself as the owner and manager of the store while he waved away an obvious sales person that was heading toward them. Grinning shyly and looking at the floor as he looked her over in return, she tried harder to hide behind her sister, getting close enough to feel her body heat.

Keeping herself between Aislin and the manager, Maolisa explained what they were looking for, and stressed that it was for a beginner, so top end would be overkill. He pointed out that going too low end would also be a problem as the lack of features would be discouraging. Mail followed him to a stand of keyboards and monitors running demonstration software and let him show how it could be frustrating to not be able to manipulate images due to lack of features or the hardware being too slow. Maolisa had to agree with him when she tried a few things that she thought should be basic but weren't supported. As they talked and looked over models and accessories she kept an eye on Aislin as she started wandering and looking at things.

Finding a demonstration machine with a drawing tablet attached and a graphics program running, Aislin started drawing pictures. She experimented with the buttons on the tablet, then started clicking the various menus and the tools they would make available, then played with the various coloring effects. Being engrossed in her artwork she didn't notice a salesman approach until he started to say something to her, startling her into yelling, "stay away!" and backing away quickly. Once she was at a safe distance, which for a complete stranger was about eight feet, she looked around for Maolisa, then ran to her and hid behind her back again, muttering "stay away" over and over until Mail hugged her and put a finger on her lips.

"Sorry, Ash is extremely afraid of people. She can't stand to be closer than about eight feet to strangers, and even friends and family scare her if she is too close for too long." Maolisa was a little annoyed since she had made that clear on the telephone earlier, but then saw how the manager was glaring at his employee and saying something about how he was told to stay away, and she realized it was just a mistake by one person. She turned back Aislin and let her pull her over to the art demonstration, noticing that Ash was so excited she wasn't trembling, except the vibration of a kid that can't contain their energy.

Aislin showed Maolisa how she could draw things and manipulate them, getting wrapped up in what she was doing and forgetting she was just showing the device. She giggled nervously when Mail managed to get her attention and remind her they hadn't bought it yet, and told Mail, "hurry up!"

Being very careful, Maolisa explained that she would get it, but first they had to find the best combination of price and features. She could see Aislin was having trouble holding her temper, but couldn't think of a way to get her to be patient, and trying to hug her or calm her was having the opposite result. Repeating that she was just finishing buying it, she tried to hurry through the transaction.

Ash needed Mail to get the computer so she could draw more. She pointed at the drawing she was doing and tried to explain what she was doing but she was mad and there were no words. Why couldn't her sister understand she had to have it? She was doing something important! Grunting and pointing, she tried yelling to make the words come out but they remained inside, only a loud 'aaahhh' escaping her mouth. She wasn't aware that she was stamping her feet and jumping, her little hands balled into fists as she cried in frustration. Her head felt fuzzy and clouded, and she blamed Maolisa. If Mail had just got her the computer she needed she wouldn't be so mad and hurting. Her annoyance spiraled down through anger into blind, unthinking rage.

When Aislin started trying to hit her head on things Maolisa grabbed her around the body, trapping her arms and holding her away from anything she might break or that might break her. With great effort she pulled her sister to the door as one of the sales people opened it, then to the car as the other opened the car door for her. She wrestled Ash into the car and buckled her into the harness, still screaming, and went back into the store to finish purchasing the computer. Maolisa asked if there was some way they could save the picture Aislin had made and the manager pulled a USB drive out of a drawer, copied the files to it, and gave it to Mail, telling her it would be no charge. The salesmen loaded the components into the trunk for her as she tried to soothe Aislin.

As the car started moving, Aislin calmed enough to stop yelling. She still couldn't find any words, so leaned her head against the side window and just cried softly, not knowing what had happened. Her memory of the store was fading fast and all that remained was the feeling of having been very angry, with no idea why. There was a feeling of something lost, but she couldn't recall what it was, just that it was very important. She leaned on the door whimpering, gradually falling asleep.

Tears running down her cheeks, her heart breaking for her sister, Maolisa drove carefully, taking frequent looks at Aislin to see how she was doing. When Ash's face started relaxing and the whimpering sounds stopped Mail was able to start relaxing herself, her heartache easing a little. She felt bad for hoping that Aislin's fragile memory would lose the events of the store, but she also felt it would be easier for Aislin. The aftermath of Aislin's temper was never good, but was worse when she remembered it; the guilt Ash put on herself could last days, keeping her from enjoying anything. Arriving home, Maolisa unbuckled Aislin but left her sleeping, then started unloading the computer components.

Things bumping and thumping and making the car shake eventually woke Aislin. Looking around groggily she discovered she wasn't restrained. She stood and looked at the pile of boxes Mail had stacked by the door, then, recognizing the logos on the sides started getting excited until she saw the one for the drawing tablet. Remembering her lost drawing, she started to cry.

Maolisa was looking at Aislin and noticed what she was looking at when she went from excited to crying and quickly pulled out the USB drive the store manager had given her. "We have your picture, Sis! I saved it for you. See? It's right in here. As soon as we get this stuff put together you can have it again, okay?"

Reaching for the drive, Aislin looked at it closely, "The whole picture is in it?"

"Yup. All we have to do is plug that into the computer once it is set up and copy the files over. Then you can work on it more or just save it or print it or whatever you want." She watched as Ash's face went from extremely sad through relieved to happy, then continued spiraling through to ecstatic.

Jumping up and down, giggling, bouncing on her toes, clapping her hands, and grinning wide enough to make her cheeks hurt, Aislin looked more like a five year old than an adult, but she wasn't aware of it. She let her body express her happiness any way it chose, without regard to how it looked, and didn't pay any attention. She clasped the drive to her chest, her fingers gripping so tightly they turned white, tears of happiness replacing the ones from sadness on her cheeks. She stopped Maolisa from picking up another box so that she could grab her in a hug, still bouncing up and down like a schoolgirl. Her uncontrollable giggling was infectious.

Mail hugged her sister tightly, enjoying the rare chance to do so without worrying about her getting scared, the bouncing making it a little more amusing. She had been aware of Aislin's tendency to go to extremes with her moods, but had not seen the full range in years. The tempers were scary and heart wrenching, but the euphoria was delightful. Disengaging herself gently, she suggested Ash let her take things up to the library so she could set up the computer. A little nervous that Ash would take it as rejection, Maolisa was pleased when she was let go, Aislin's eagerness to have her new toy overriding her tendency to take things as personal affronts. Giggling as Ash continued bouncing and laughing and clapping, Mail started carrying the boxes into the house and up to the library.

Aislin wanted to help Maolisa carry the boxes upstairs, but she wasn't allowed to carry fragile things very far. She might forget she had them and open her hands, leaving them to fall and break. Not that she forgot all that often, but there was no way to tell when it might happen. Just to be safe she was clutching the USB drive tight enough to make her hands ache. It wasn't fragile but it was small and might get lost and then she'd have to get sad again and she hated that. She fidgeted, scraping her bare feet on the concrete garage floor in a way that Mail told her hurt just to watch but felt exciting to Ash. As Mail came for the last box Ash ran up to the library ahead of her.

The computer was winning the battle against Maolisa's temper. While she didn't have the super short fuse of her sister, nor the tendency to spiral from minor annoyance to animal rage in minutes, she did have limits to her tolerance for frustration, and they were being reached. It seemed no matter how she inserted parts in, getting them all feeling snug, when she turned on the box it just made varies beeping sounds and shut itself off. Using her own computer to look online for what the beeps meant didn't help any, since it was a different combination every time. She'd already sent Aislin outside for a bit so she wouldn't notice Mail getting upset at the thing. Well, that and because that much exuberance when things weren't going well just made the annoyances feel worse. Plugging the screen into the video card again, Mail pushed the power button, listened to the beeps, and threw the instruction book across the room when the box turned itself off again.




Help Me, Sister Ch. 03



"No throwing stuff! It's bad bad bad bad bad. You want a spanking?" Aislin walked into the room just in time to see the book fly. She sighed heavily, "and people say I have a bad temper! At least I never throw things. Um, mostly." She bent over to get the book, letting Mail leer at her bum for a minute, and looked at the illustrations on how to set the parts up. She pushed Maolisa out of the way and pulled the side off the box, then looked back and forth between the box and the book. Reaching inside with tiny fingers she pulled out the memory sticks, fiddled around with the locking levers, then reseated the sticks. She did the same with the processor and then the graphics card. Tracing all the wires, she reseated every connector. Squatting beside the box and giving it one last look she put the side back on, slapped it hard muttering "better work dammit", and turned it on. It stayed on.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Aislin, Maolisa slapped the carpet with both hands hard enough to make them sting. Rubbing them together ruefully, she growled, "you don't even know anything about computers! Why did it work this time?"

Aislin held her hand against Mail's, showing the comparative slimness of her fingers. "One, gots skinnier fingers. Two, even computers are afraid of making me mad." She stood up, then reached to pull Mail up. "I just made all the parts snuggle together, since you had them in the right places. The memory stick latch things fit funny, so then I did all the others just in case they fit funny too." She pulled her sister around the desk to watch the boot screen, then looked puzzled, "how come it says Windows? You said you like linux better."

"I do, for the things I use the computer for. What you want is different. There are a lot of good graphics programs for linux, but not enough. Linux would be cheaper, more secure, and easier to maintain, but that's not a good reason to give up functionality." She shrugged, "a computer and its operating system are tools to me, and probably will be to you, not a religion. We use what works best for what we want to do." She grinned, "and it does have linux as well. You can boot into it if you want, and run Windows in a virtual machine, or run the linux in a virtual machine and leave Windows as the main OS, so you can have the best of both."

Smirking, Aislin smacked her sister's shoulder lightly, "I bet that's all just gibberish so you don't have to explain to your dumb sister."

"You aren't dumb, you just haven't had a chance to learn this stuff yet. The place we went preinstalls Win and linux because they mostly deal with geeks, so you have a choice. But," she sat down at the desk and started setting up logins for both of them, "they can't preinstall software since there's no way to know what people want and they can't put everything. That part takes time but it's easy." She pulled out a box that had the logo of the graphics program Aislin had been playing with at the shop, "First I'll put this on, though, and let you play a little before I add more stuff, okay?"

Aislin nodded eagerly, perching on the side of the chair until Maolisa pulled her in to sit beside her on the seat. "So I can put this in," Ash held up the USB drive, "and work on the picture more? It's not done yet." She squirmed a little, enjoying the feeling of her naked body against Mail, in spite of Mail still being dressed from going out.

Hugging Ash before returning to answering the install questions, Maolisa nodded, "yup. I thought you might want to do some more with it. You were having too much fun to make you wait long." Once the questions were finished she sat back to let the install proceed, pulling Ash onto her lap and caressing her chest to get her horny enough to endure being close during the boring wait for the program to be ready.

The program finished installing about the same time that Aislin was noticing that she was having trouble staying comfortable so close to Mail. She squirmed and touched herself between her thighs while Mail reached around her to answer the post-install questions and let the program start, muttering repeatedly, "is it ready yet?" She admitted to having no patience at all, even though sometimes she tried. Not often, but sometimes.

Smiling, Maolisa lifted Aislin from her lap then set her on the seat, taking the USB drive from her and putting it into a slot in the side of the flatscreen, then leaned over and grabbed the trackball as the box asking what to do with contents popped up and clicked open. She set it to copy the files over to the computer's hard drive, then removed the drive and put it in a drawer in the desk before starting the drawing program and getting it to open the drawing for Ash, smiling again as Ash started giggling like a little kid, bouncing on the chair. She barely got her hands out of the way in time for Aislin to pull the drawing tablet on its rack over the keyboard and reach for the stylus. Backing away, she stepped around the chair and caressed Aislin's long hair lightly, her heart melting as her sister forgot the rest of the world existed.

Aislin experimented again, finding the tools she had used in the shop, then trying more. Opening the help window, she pushed it to one side where she could get it with a tap of the stylus on the side of the drawing surface, then accidentally found the touch sensitive buttons along the side of the tablet. Playing with them a little she found she could set one to pull up the help screen when she touched it. Giggling almost maniacally she closed the help window and made the drawing window full screen, then touched the help button to pop up the help screen and then again to make it go away. Once she was sure she had it as she wanted she resumed drawing and modifying and experimenting. The help file suggested using a tutorial to learn each thing step by step, but since it used a drawing she didn't want to make she skipped that part, just choosing to use the context help each time she found a new thing. For hours she alternated between fixing the picture and practicing a new tool.

When the sun was down and the sky was darkening Maolisa peeked in on Ash, smiling softly to see her concentrating, her little tongue tip poking out of the side of her mouth as she ran the stylus over the tablet, apparently engrossed in her art. Hesitant to disturb her from something she could sink herself into so fully, Mail decided to prepare a simple dinner she could eat at the desk. She was glad that the antique desk was so large. There would be room for books, food and other things without needing to keep moving the computer parts around. She made a note to put a cupholder on the side of the chair so there wouldn't be any need for drinks to be near the desktop, keyboard, or tablet. Ash wasn't always the most coordinated person, especially when in a mood surge. A spill-proof cup would probably be a good idea, as well. She went down to the kitchen and looked for something she could make into a finger food for her budding artist.

Leaning back in the chair, then sliding down so her bum hung off the edge, Aislin looked at the picture and nodded. "That's about it, I think." She looked around and found a plate with a few pieces of torn up grilled cheese sandwich and a nearly empty travel-cup of soda beside her tablet. A vague memory of eating and drinking lingered on the edges of her awareness. Shrugging, she squirmed a little and discovered Maolisa was sharing the chair with her. She giggled, "I was away again?"

Shaking her head, Maolisa snuggled her sister, naked body to naked body, "I don't think it counts as going away. You were just focused on what you were doing, not inside your head." She pointed at the picture, a moderately realistic rendering of the two of them hugging on the dock. "That is much better than most of what I see on the art sites on the web, and it was your very first! You're awesome, Sis." She licked Ash's lips and caressed her chest, pulling playfully at her nipples, "if that is 'going away' then you should do it a lot. You're talented."

Blushing, Aislin buried her face in the curve between Maolisa's shoulder and neck, murmuring softly, "is just a picture. Making it not flat is hard, though. I wanted to make it look like real people but I think that I need to start different." Sucking in a little gasp as Mail pushed her away a little and leaned over to bite a nipple, she grabbed her sister's head and pulled it to stay tight to her chest, "but maybe another time cause this time is probly time for something else."

Using the silk sash she had brought with her, Maolisa tied Aislin's wrists together and stood up, then towed her, reminiscent of their first time together, to Ash's room. She untied her sister only long enough to tie her hands behind her back, then laid her on her back on the bed. Climbing on top of Ash, Mail forced kisses (not that much force was required) onto the little soft lips. Biting gently, she slowly moved down Ash's body, her teeth scraping first on her chin, then throat, pausing as Mail had to figure out how to bite the broad flat chest, then moving slowly toward each nipple, biting hard enough to make Aislin whimper but not enough to make her cry. Biting lower, at the fluttering tummy, Mail giggled as she watched the muscles make waves from ribcage to mound and back at each bite. She moved lower, taking a pause to lick her sister's navel until she giggled.

Aislin, her attention yanked to her tummy, squirmed and wiggled under her sister, her pussy wet and begging for someone to do something with it. Her mouth refused to say the words her pussy sent to her brain, leaving her whining and twisting, her hips pushing up against Maolisa's body, moaning softly as her sister's skin slid firmly against her soft, smooth mound. Gasping for breath, she pushed her hips up over and over again, hoping Mail would notice.

Maolisa noticed and grinned. Moving slowly down from her sister's navel, she licked and bit at every bit of skin she could, taking her time as Aislin pumped her pussy against Mail's body, first her stomach, then her chest, now her chin. By the time Mail's mouth was at the puffy mound of her sister's pussy Aislin was moaning and whimpering, humping so hard that Maolisa was sure Ash was going to cum whether Mail did anything or not. She continued biting the soft pillowy tissue, licking as her tongue found a fold. As Ash thrust harder and faster Mail used her hands on her sister's thighs to keep her shoulders and head bouncing in rhythm to avoid injury, her mouth working to tease Aislin's body even as she knew Ash was at the end of her resistance.

As Mail's mouth covered Aislin's lips, her tongue spreading them, Ash thrust hard and fast, bucking her pelvis in orgasm, squeaking as she tried to squeal, her sister's tongue reaching her clit at just the right time to push her higher. Her legs wrapped around Maolisa's back, her heels kicking hard as she thrust her pussy into Mail's face, moaning deep between gasps for air. She twisted side to side, trying to get her hands out from under her. Being unable to just made her orgasm stretch out longer; something about being completely helpless made her hornier. She giggled to herself as the orgasm started to wane, thinking how nearly everything made her horny. She was distracted from her momentary lucidity by the touch of Maolisa's mouth on her toes.

From the sound of Aislin's heavy breathing Maolisa was sure she was ready to orgasm again even though it had only been a minute or two. She smiled wryly, wishing it was so easy for her to cum; one touch of Ash's toes and she was halfway there. Mail needed a lot more touching, or a lot more mental stimulation. Such as watching her sister cum. Caressing the cute little foot, she turned and watched her sister throw her head back, arching up in another orgasm. She shook her head, grinning, and crawled around Ash on her hands and knees, moving toward her head.

When Maolisa straddled Aislin's chest, her hot, wet pussy almost on her face, Aislin tensed. When she looked down into her eyes, Aislin shuddered and trembled, quickly looking down, straight at the smooth puffy folded mound of her sister. She licked her lips, then bit them, then moaned as she tried to say something, but she didn't have any words to say, just feelings, but Mail couldn't hear her feelings. She tried to lift her head but was afraid she might be doing the wrong thing. Biting her lip, she whimpered.

Not wanting to torture Aislin emotionally, Maolisa scooted up on her knees until her pussy was right above her sister's mouth, then lowered herself, whispering, "it's okay to lick. I want you to." She smiled down, "just think of what you want me to do to you, and do that to me, except no hurting." She grinned as Ash giggled into her pussy, the vibrations running through her excited body. As Aislin thrust her stiff tongue directly into the fold of her pussy, Mail groaned. "Did you ever lick another girl?"

Shaking her head side to side, Aislin bit at her sister's mound, then murmured into it, "nobody told me to."

The vibrations of Aislin taking into her pussy made Maolisa moan before murmuring in response, "then I'm going to tell you lots of new things to do."



Help Me, Sister



Ash grinned widely, "I found it by smell. Tons and tons of sugar can't be hidden." She put her hands on her feet, twitching a little as her fingers idly caressed her toes, "I guess Mom told you I go on sugar binges."

"Better than drinking binges. I had a summer of that, that I don't want to repeat." She looked around again, then pulled open the freezer and pulled out a frozen pizza. "Looks like we have to do the easy thing for now until I learn what's what in here. Or get someone else to cook."

"Don't look at me. I've burned enough parts of my body. If it takes heat to make it, I pass. I just can't seem to handle the stove."

Maolisa prepared the oven, then leaned against the counter beside Aislin while waiting for it to preheat. "Mom thinks that's just because you can't settle down. She says you get really nervous and jittery when you start trying to cook."

Aislin shrugged, "Maybe, but it doesn't seem to get any better with practice. Mom tried and tried to get me to cook so she could rest after work and I just couldn't get it. Something ALWAYS goes wrong."

Mail put her hand on Ash's hands over her feet, waited for her shudders to pass, then caressed her lightly, smiling softly, "I know. Mom gave me lots and lots of warnings."

Blushing, Aislin looked down at her sister's hand covering her own, pleased to see it looked almost as childish as hers, including the short nails, although Mail's looked trimmed rather than bitten. "Like I live in my own world, unconnected to reality?"

"She mentioned that. Several times. Forcefully." Maolisa grinned at her sister, "just don't bring any dragons here, the house is big but not that big." The oven signaled it was preheated and Maolisa pulled the pizza from the box and put it inside, setting a timer. She returned to caressing her sister's hands, giving her a tender smile when she she shuddered. "If I give you enough attention, will you stop being so nervous?"

"Probably for you, but it doesn't always work. Most people stay scary no matter how much time I spend with them, but once in a while I find someone I can get used to." She smiled shyly at her sister, "I'm expecting you'll be one of them, since I wasn't scared of you before." She reached out and caressed Maolisa's cheek with her fingertips, then let them drift over her lips, biting her own when Maolisa kissed her fingers.

"School must have been really rough."

Nodding, Aislin shifted her bum on the counter, "They tried to make space and rules for getting near, but with the push to get handicapped people mainstreamed, they wanted to try to force me to be with the regular students. I think I missed about three quarters of the year cause of not being able to face them." She shrugged and put her hand back on her feet along with the other hand. "It wasn't so bad, though. There were girls that liked to try to take care of me, over powered mother instincts I think, and they would make people stay away as much as they could. Teachers were the worst. They seemed to think they could just order me to not panic." She unfolded her legs and slid off the counter as the pizza timer sounded, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Maolisa was looking over her body as the kimono pulled up for a moment when it caught on the edge of the counter.

Maolisa found a steak knife and cut the pizza into wedges, then watched as Aislin tore a slice into small bits with her fingers, shaking her hand every once in a while as it got too hot. She offered the knife to her, but Ash pulled back as if afraid of it, and Mail moved it away. "You don't like knives?"

"Mom didn't let me near really sharp ones. She was afraid if I had a tantrum I might hurt someone really bad by accident. She made such a big deal out of it I guess it made me leery of even touching one." She smiled sheepishly, "although I never hit anyone during a tantrum. I yell bad words and bang things and stomp my feet and cry and sometimes just scream." She fidgeted with her pizza, now ripped into bite size pieces, pushing it around and occasionally picking up a piece to chew for a long time. As she ate and kept her attention on pizza pieces she seemed to relax a bit.

Thinking about her sister's control problems made Maolisa a little uncomfortable. Not so much out of fear of what she would do, but the discomfort of feeling sorry for her when she knew that was the last thing Ash would want. Her father tried to blame Aislin's issues on attention seeking and 'being a baby', but her mother and the doctors said Ash was severely autistic and had to work really hard to avoid freaking out over every little thing. Mail was hoping she could give Ash a place to be herself with few outside disruptions to trigger problems, since Mail herself was autistic, just not so severely. One of her first steps would be to learn Ash's rituals, like tearing her food into tiny bites, and not make her uncomfortable about them. She watched her older but smaller sister eat, a little flutter in her stomach at observing how childlike she could be.

When Aislin was finished eating she stood and walked away from the table, leaving scraps of pizza behind. Maolisa got her attention with a little cough, then pointed at the bits of food. "Hey, Ash, could you get those? The trash is that flap under the sink like they have in fast food places."

Aislin looked at the scraps with a wrinkle in her brow, as if confused, then smiled, "oh, yes. Trash." She giggled nervously, blushing a little, "um, you might need to tell me a few times about picking up. Mom wasn't consistent and, well, I dunno if you know, but it's hard for me to remember what things to do if it changes too much." She looked down at the floor and fidgeted a little before saying softly, "like if you want me to pick up after eating then I have to do it every time, not just sometimes when you don't feel like it. Or you can ask each time you want me to, if you don't want it to be a regular thing."

Maolisa carefully approached and wrapped her arms around Aislin, hugging her gently, "I know. Remember, we did live together for many years before the divorce. I know about routines and how evil change is." She pulled her head back to try to look into Ash's eyes, forgetting for a moment that Ash never looked a person in the eyes, "I have my own, you know, although I try to fight them," she smirked, "not very successfully, but I try." She released her sister from the hug, "picking up stuff from the table is one we both need, unless we decide we can handle having a housekeeper, and that wouldn't be until after we get accustomed to the place so we still need it for now."

Aislin wiggled out of Maolisa's arms, her body starting to tremble from being so close, then cheerfully picked up the remains of lunch and disposed of them, asking, "so what do we do with the trash when it's full?"

Opening the cabinet door under the flap, Maolisa showed her the trash basket, "Just take this out the back door, turn right, there's a fenced area on the side of the house. Inside is the big trash things. Dump it in there and bring it back. The big things are emptied by the trash company on Monday mornings so we don't have to worry about that part of it."

Once the kitchen had been cleaned up Aislin took off her kimono and handed it to Maolisa, "Here, you can have this back. I'll get something of my own after I have a shower." She headed out to the hallway and up the inside stairs to the third floor, then found her room at the opposite end of the hall from the master bedroom. While it was further from Maolisa's room than she wanted, the other options didn't suit her tastes as well. She liked the dark greens and browns of carpet and wallpaper, and the big four-poster bed with matching bedding planted in the center of the room instead of against a wall. When she had first seen it she giggled and told Mail it was perfect, giving her a chance to fall out of bed in any direction without being restricted by walls. Sections of the walls had dark wood panels that had turned out to be doors behind which were cabinets, closets, and drawers, with more storage space than Aislin could imagine ever needing, and one led to a large bathroom.

Maolisa watched her sister until she turned into the stairway and out of sight, smiling to herself. She'd wanted to have her little older sister back for a couple of years, but her father had no tolerance for handicapped people and would go out of his way to cause them trouble. That she was his daughter only made it worse. At the same time he forbid Mail from contacting her, claiming Ash had abandoned the family when he sent her to her mother. Winning the lottery with the ticket he had given her as her only present for her eighteenth birthday had allowed her to get out from under his 'insanity'.

Aislin stretched out in the tub, which was more than large enough for her to lie down in without bending in any way, and turned on the shower, relaxing in her artificial rain. She pictured her younger sister as she looked when Ash took her towel and sighed deeply, then took care of the physical tensions it raised. After resting a few minutes she washed, sitting under the running shower. While she'd never had any problems in a bath, her mother had always been afraid she would have some kind of attack (her mother didn't really understand autism) and wouldn't let her have the water more than a couple of inches deep. Aislin didn't like standing in the shower, though, as she was afraid of losing her balance when touching parts that made her tremble or shudder while washing. So a shower while sitting or lying in the tub was her compromise, although she thought she might have to try a full bath, with deep water, soon. Maybe have Mail sit with her just to be safe, although that might bring up other issues. Aislin blushed as she pictured it, and hurried through the rest of her shower-bath.

Maolisa returned to her room and looked through her drawers until she found some shorts and a t-shirt, then changed clothes. She looked for her flip-flops a minute before remembering Ash wouldn't let her wear them, then put on some tennis shoes, without socks and smirking as she thought about how her father would yell that the shoes would be ruined by her sweat. She was tempted to throw out all her socks just to spite him, but dismissed the silly idea right away. She had enough silly ideas that she hung onto without keeping spiteful ones. Like kissing her sister on the lips. She couldn't recall what had prompted her to pucker, but she was glad Aislin simply returned the kiss without getting all upset. A small sigh escaped as she remembered the soft little lips moving against her mouth. Shaking herself out of introspection, she went through her bathroom to the outside stairs, briefly wondering why the stairs went to the bathroom instead of the bedroom.

The deck outside Aislin's bedroom didn't have a set of stairs leading down, but it was large enough to contain a set of all-weather furniture including a sofa, two lounge chairs, and a small game table with matching chairs and umbrella. Ash stretched out on a lounge chair and dozed, letting the cool breeze raise bumps all over her body and stiffen her nipples. The tightening of her nipples gave her pleasant daydreams but not enough to incite her to actually move, and she fell into a nap.

The afternoon was getting cooler as Maolisa went down the stairs and across the clearing into the forest at a brisk jog. Her intent had been to get exercise by jogging to the dock along the path through the forest but she quickly discovered running a winding, ungraded, narrow dirt path was much more difficult than the paved park paths in a city; the quarter mile trip one way had her completely winded. She found her sister's clothes from the morning dropped haphazardly around the wooden planks. She looked around for shoes but didn't find any, so assumed she hadn't worn any even at first. Mail wondered how she could have such pretty little feet the way she mistreated them, walking across any surface in her path without shoes, regardless of how rough and torn up it might be. She picked up Ash's shorts, t-shirt, and underpants, looking twice at the underpants, since her mother had told her it was near impossible to get Aislin to wear underclothes. She shrugged and started the walk back up to the house.

Waking up was always a slow process for Aislin. It would take her several minutes to separate dream from reality when waking in her own bed. Waking in a new place, on a lounge chair outdoors, she found it difficult to pull herself the rest of the way awake. A soft hand caressing her chest, brushing lightly over a nipple as it moved up her neck, then cupped her chin, made it more dreamlike. She imagined she heard her sister's soft voice whispering her name, then again. Gradually it occurred to her that she might not be imagining it. She opened her eyes as the soft hand slid lightly down over her throat to rest gently on the center of her chest. She felt her cheeks flush as her nipples hardened at the touch. She looked over to Maolisa and saw no sign that she saw anything wrong.

Sitting on the seat beside her sister and leaning over, Maolisa touched her lightly, trying to wake her. She wasn't sure what kind of touch during waking would set off one of Ash's downward spiraling reactions. She whispered her name, then bent her face down and kissed her sister's lips lightly, then again, when she found them slightly parted, inhaling through her mouth to capture the candy-flavored breath, smiling when she figured out the flavor was spearmint. She let her tongue touch her sister's lips, wetting them, then lifted her head and caressed the pretty face as she whispered Aislin's name again. As Ash blinked slowly awake Mail blushed lightly. When no bad reaction started, Maolisa let her hand slide back to Ash's chest, trying to avoid brushing the nipple again. She didn't want her sister thinking she was trying to take advantage of her in her sleep.

"I went down to the dock and found your clothes. Did you have any shoes? I didn't find any." Maolisa continued speaking in the soft voice she'd used to wake Aislin. It was her natural tone, but she had gotten into a habit of trying to speak louder, after being told over and over that speaking softly was a sign of weakness.

"I haven't worn shoes since graduation. School was the only time I really needed to," Aislin replied in a matching soft voice. Aislin had only developed a habit of matching her tone to the tone around her, since she didn't really grasp the nuances of changing tone of voice. Mail made a note to herself to speak softly around Ash, so she could hear that softer voice more.

"What about stores and restaurants?"

Aislin grinned, "You would be surprised what you can get away with when people think of you as 'that freak kid'. Clerks would help find stuff for me to get me out of the store faster, rather than fuss at me for being barefoot." She paused only a moment before looking away shyly, her face flushing a brighter pink, "and I can't eat in restaurants. I don't remember the last time I was in one for more than just picking up a take out meal. I hate them."

Maolisa reached to stroke her sister's cheek comfortingly, but caught herself before making the contact that might trigger a panic or tantrum. "I don't usually go to them. They're uncomfortable when you're alone, and Dad didn't want to be seen in public with a daughter, it might hurt what slim chance he had of getting a date. Not that he ever got a date that I know of, but in his mind he's a ladies man."

Aislin giggled, trying to picture the drunken bully she remembered playing a ladies man. "He must have an even richer fantasy life than me!" Maolisa joined her in giggling.

"Anyway, I put your dirty clothes in the utility room beside the kitchen." She chewed her lip, then blurted out, "I found panties down there, but Mom said you don't wear them. Did you start and not tell her?"

Ash giggled again, "No, I just wore them like, um, don't laugh! Like a shield, sorta. A thing to do to feel safer." She looked away again, "I get scared sometimes, and little things like that help me think I'm doing something to be safer, and that helps me not panic."

Mail waited until Ash was turned where she could see her move, then caressed her shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Aislin's hand covering hers and her mouth turning up into a smile let her know Aislin understood the intent.

"Oh, okay. Well, they're in the utility room, too. Do you know how to do laundry, or is there a reason you can't?"

Shaking her head side to side, Aislin smiled, "Nope, no reason not to. One of the parts of normal life Mom let me do for myself. Although she always checked to make sure I didn't forget the soap or to turn the machines on."

"Oh good. The more you can do yourself the less need we'll have for housekeepers or anything," Maolisa smiled, "and the less of that we need the less people you have to see. Except me. You have to see me. A lot."

Aislin took her sister's hand and kissed the back of it lightly, "I like that part. Seeing you, I mean. The part about housekeepers and people, well, the less the better. I could be happy going a year of no other people right now. I still haven't got over graduation and that was months ago."

Maolisa looked up and down her sister's body, hoping it looked casual, then stood up and smiled down to her, "I've got paperwork to take care of. My office is on the second floor beside the library if you need anything." She started to turn toward the door, then paused as she felt Ash's fingers trail over her thigh, then turned back, "Did you want an office or a computer room or something? Or is the library all you need?"

Shrugging and looking at where her fingers still rested lightly on her sister's thigh, Aislin smirked, "I don't have a computer or anything like that. Mom was afraid I wouldn't use one and we didn't have the money to spare. I'm not even sure I'd have a use for one, although I've wanted to try making pictures." She shrugged again, "Mostly I just read, so the library suits me, and I love all the wood and leather."

"Leather?"

Grinning, Aislin tapped Maolisa's thigh, "The book bindings? You didn't notice most of them are real leather bindings? And the seat covers? The desk blotter?"

Blushing brightly, Mail turned back to the door to go in the house. "Oh, I wasn't thinking of leather in that context."

Aislin watched her sister's bum sway as she left the deck, thinking she'd like more information about the context Mail had been thinking. She blushed as several images ran through her mind, then forced herself to think about getting up and doing something. With a small effort she pulled herself up from the lounge chair and went to look in her closet, knowing Mail had added considerably to her wardrobe when stocking the room. After just a couple of minutes she found a deep green, very light, satin dressing gown that fit loosely and had a little sash to hold it together so Ash wouldn't have to think about it, which was a requirement since Ash wouldn't think about it. Some form of clothing was needed as Aislin was heading for the library and sitting on leather chairs while naked was not comfortable after a while.

Maolisa dropped into her desk chair and kicked off her tennis shoes. She grinned lightly, thinking how Aislin was already corrupting her: in the past, she didn't take her shoes off just to be comfortable. She wiggled her toes, thought about how they could use some nail polish, then pulled her chair up to her desk and moved the mouse to wake up the computer. As she worked she kept finding herself rubbing her feet on the carpet and shook her head with a smirk, realizing why Ash was always moving her feet.

The desk chair in the library was a large antique, matching the desk. Made of dark, heavy wood, the seat, back, and arms had thick, soft, leather-covered padding in the important places. Aislin leaned back and put her feet up on the edge of the desk, then pushed a little, smiling as she found the chair was too heavy to be accidentally tipped over that way. She put her feet back on the floor, enjoying the feel of the luxurious carpet, and stood up to look more closely at the books.




Help Me, Sister



Emails from her lawyer made Maolisa smile widely as the trust she had been trying to set up for Aislin was finally confirmed and approved. Nearly a third of her lottery winnings were put aside in case there came a time Ash was left alone or survived past retirement age, with the investments spread widely enough that risk of complete loss was low. A quarter of the funds were in a retirement account for herself that was safe from her tendency to overspend, requiring legal hoop-jumping to extract money from. The rest was invested with a limited cash-withdrawal option and automatic deposits into her spending account and the accountant's account for paying the bills. Mail could be a responsible person for most things, but getting bills paid on time was not one of them. After reading through the documents and marking those tasks complete she decided to get up for a few minutes to stretch.

Finding Sir Thomas Malory's 'Le Morte d'Arthur' and T. H. White's 'The Once and Future King' as a bound set made Aislin squeal and jump up and down like a child before reaching for the first one. Carrying it back to the desk as if it were as fragile as a snowflake, she set herself down, sliding until her bum was almost off the front edge of the seat, put her feet up onto the desk, ignoring the way the dressing gown fell open to her waist, and opened the book carefully. Within minutes she was lost in the stories, her trembling from excitement at finding the books subsiding as her mind wandered into fantasy.

Maolisa sighed as her bare feet stepped onto the cool hardwood of the hall floor, then turned toward the stairway. Before she got there she decided to peek in the library and see how her sister was doing. It never occurred to her that Ash might not be there, as Ash was always where books were. From the doorway she was looking at the side of the desk and chair and could easily see that Aislin was bare from the waist down, her robe hanging to the floor from the seat instead of wrapping her legs. Mail smiled at Ash's pretty legs, ankles crossed and cute little feet resting on the desktop, toes tapping the air in time with some tune in Ash's head. She wanted to reach out and touch the lovely, soft skin, but didn't want to scare her sister, nor interrupt her relaxation. Reading seemed to help Aislin's ability to cope with reality much better than any other form of stress relief. She blew her sister a kiss and wandered back to her office.

As the light from the afternoon sun faded from the windows some automatic system gradually raised the artificial lights in the library. The change was so gradual Aislin's reading was not disturbed, giving her hours of enjoyment and relaxation. By the time she returned from the worlds in the book her back was aching from being slumped in the hard chair for so long, and she moaned softly as she squirmed to get the kinks out before lifting her feet from the desk and placing them on the floor, wiggling her toes. "Ouch," she muttered as she tried to stand and fell back, then succeeded on a second try. Stretching backward then forward, then reaching to touch her toes, shuddering, then standing up straight again and wiggling her whole body seemed to get the kinks out. She grinned to herself, remembering her mother fussing that it wasn't fair that she could recover so easily from a stiff back. The thought got her thinking of her mother and she decided to ask Mail to invite her to come visit often, since she refused to move to the south with them.

Her office was originally intended as a walk-in closet, so Maolisa only had room for her desk, computer, file cabinet, and safe, not even a chair for visitors. She liked it that way, so she could get things done. It didn't take much to distract her, even simple knickknacks and pictures could break her concentration if she saw them out of the corner of her eye, so she put her office where there wasn't room for that stuff, and kept everything else in its place. Setting up that way had the beneficial side-effect of keeping her from dawdling over things she needed to do; she wanted to get the work done and get out as quickly as possible. Thus, when Aislin appeared in her doorway, she stood up to get out of the office instead of inviting her in. Aislin didn't move right away and Maolisa brushed up against her as she got to the door and felt her shiver a little without moving away from the touch. Mail smiled and intentionally brushed her hand against Ash's and shivered herself when her sister clasped it briefly before moving back from the doorway.

"I like your office, Mail. It's nice and cozy. You just need to change the color. White is horrible. Walls should never be white," Aislin grinned at her sister. "I want a nice green office, with green carpet and green wallpaper and even a pastel green ceiling."

"We can make you an office and just spray it down with water and let mold grow on everything, how's that?" her sister teased, but when Aislin blushed and looked down at her toes, a sad expression on her face, Maolisa gave her a careful hug and apologized, "I'm sorry, Sis. I forget that teasing like that doesn't work for you. It was supposed to be just a joke."

Aislin smiled faintly, "Oh. I never know when it's supposed to be a joke or being mean and it always feels mean even if I should know better." She lightly touched her sister's cheeks with her lips, "I'll try to think the right way so you don't have to worry about how you talk."

"And I'll try to think the right way and not say jokes that could be insulting. It's not really a nice form of humor anyway." Maolisa took advantage of the tender moment to kiss her sister's lips, suppressing the urge to lick, and gently tighten the hug. Feeling Aislin starting to tremble she backed away as casually as she could, a little surprised to notice Ash's cheeks getting a little pink flush.

Looking down at her toes rubbing the line between the carpeted office and the hardwood hallway, Aislin tried to get herself distracted. "I was coming to ask if maybe we could have Mom come visit soon. I think I miss her already."

Maolisa started down the hallway, holding her hand out to Aislin to let her decide if she wanted to hold it or not. "Yes, we, me and Mom, already talked about it. She said you would probably want it within the first few days but might hold out a couple of weeks. You think you can make it a month, or need her sooner?"

Aislin took her sister's hand, her own trembling just a little at the touch, "I want to say that would be fine, but I know me and that would be too long. Maybe two weeks from now? I don't want to be a pest but this is a lot of change and even though I'm happy stress is stress, good or bad, and builds up." She grinned at Mail, "If it had been me winning the lottery I probably would have had a temper tantrum from the surprise and tore up the check." Mail laughed and had to concentrate to stop herself from giving her sister a big hug.

"We can manage that, I'm sure. Mom was thinking between two and three weeks would be your limit, and counting from the day we came down, that would be two and half. Mom knows your limits pretty good."

Aislin smiled faintly, "She's had years of experience, and she cares enough to pay attention, even when she doesn't understand. It's not like I have changed much. I get older but I don't grow up." She looked up thoughtfully, "I think I prefer it that way."

Mail gently squeezed Ash's hand and couldn't suppress a giggle when Ash squeaked in surprise, sounding like a cartoon mouse. Aislin slapped her lightly, but giggled as well, and let Maolisa tug her into the stairwell, going down. "Let's get some coffee and call her now." She smirked, "Every time I call her the conversation lasts at least one cup, sometimes two."

"What do you talk about so much?"

"The care and feeding of an older sister." Mail giggled and squeezed her sister's hand again, and got slapped lightly again.

Ash tried to start the pot of coffee brewing but as she tried to pour the coffee beans in without grinding first or using a filter Mail took over. Ash sighed, looking a little disappointed in herself, "I know how to do it, but for some reason every time I try I suddenly can't remember, and the odd things like trying to use whole beans seem to actually make sense. Then when someone else starts doing it I know the right thing." She climbed up on the counter, sitting cross legged beside where Mail was putting things together for the coffee, not seeming to notice her robe was open a little and Mail was sneaking peaks between her thighs.

"Maybe if we tried turning it into a ritual, with preparation steps laid out, we can break that habit." She got the all the things needed for making the coffee and set them out on the counter between Aislin and the coffee pot, "See, like this? Set it all out at once, so you're doing it differently from what you are used to doing." Once she had all the items laid out in a row she moved her hand to the side, slipping it under Aislin's robe to rest on her knee. Aislin's face flushed a little bit and she trembled slightly, but she didn't move away.

Aislin smiled at her sister, "That's how I usually break routines that I do wrong. Reorder them so that I don't fall back into the old habits. You'll just have to tell me the first few times." She pulled her robe closed better, but let it go over Maolisa's hand on her knee, shifting her body around to pull some of the robe out from under her bum. As she moved Maolisa's hand slipped down her thigh a little and Aislin gasped, then bit her tongue to distract herself from moaning.

Maolisa briefly considered the idea that Aislin had caused her hand to slip over her thigh intentionally, then decided that was just wishful thinking and the gasp was from surprise. She slid her fingers up her sister's thigh, back to her knee, enjoying the way Aislin shivered as she did. She tore her eyes away from Aislin's little mound and looked up toward her face, grateful for Aislin's inability to look someone in the face. Reluctantly, she let go of Ash's knee and turned to the telephone on the wall, dialing her mother's number.

Aislin turned toward the coffee maker, and with everything laid out for her it was easy for her to do things in the right order. Before her sister had even said hello on the telephone the coffee was brewing. She slid off the counter, letting it pull her robe up for a moment, giggling when Mail took advantage of it to slap her bum, hard enough to sting but not enough to really hurt. She wiggled a little, causing Mail to giggle, then went hunting in the cabinets for coffee cups.

The phone was answered just as Maolisa slapped her sister's bare bum, causing her "hello" to sound a bit strained as she was trying not to sigh heavily at the touch. "Hi Mom. Just calling to see if you are ready to come visit. No, not today," she laughed, "You have a little time to prepare. How does two weeks sound? Okay, I'll get the tickets set up." She chatted with her mother for a few minutes, watching her sister moving around the kitchen, looking in all the cabinets. She noted that even though she moved fast, almost suddenly, when going from place to place, she looked graceful doing it. She wondered if it was something she developed to help prevent accidents from her jumping around all the time.

Aislin found the coffee cups in a cabinet on the opposite side of the kitchen from the coffee maker and sighed in exasperation. There was no way she could leave it like that, and started moving them to the cabinet over the machine. That cabinet had boxed foods in it, which needed to be moved, and within minutes Aislin was engrossed in a major re-ordering of the entire kitchen as Maolisa watched, amused and a little impressed. Aislin's quick movements and obsession with order and logic made fast work of the job.

Maolisa kept their cups filled and tried to help as much as she could, but Aislin found cooperation difficult, not being able to anticipate what another person is about to do. Finding herself bumped out of the way, and things she did undone right after, Mail decided she was safer sitting at the table and watching. She didn't mind having an opportunity to watch her sister's little body moving and bending and twisting, although she did have to bite her tongue at times when she would catch a glimpse of more skin than most people would allow visible. When she got hot and removed her robe, Mail almost reached out for her, wanting to pull her into her lap with a desire that was getting harder and harder to resist. She settled for giving her a kiss on the lips and caressing her cheek when she came by for a coffee refill.

Wiping her hand over her brow, Aislin found it wet with sweat, and looked around the kitchen. She hadn't really noticed how much work she was doing. Once she started she just focused on the task and drifted away inside her mind while some part of her brain that she didn't have a lot of contact with used her body to accomplish the job. She was aware of what she was doing, so far as knowing that she moved this here and that there, but not actually thinking about it directly, and after a job was done she didn't have much memory of what happened during the work. But then, she often found herself without a clear memory of what she had just been doing. It could be really annoying to suddenly find herself standing in the kitchen with a pan in hand and no idea why. As she got down on her hands and knees to put something in the back of a lower cabinet she thought she heard a deep moan, but when she looked around her sister was still sitting at the table with her coffee. She shrugged and turned back to the cabinet, squirming a bit to get further back.

Moaning at the sight of her sister's bum in the air made Maolisa blush and bite her lips. When Aislin turned to look at her Mail hoped that her inability to read faces was real, because she was sure her lust must be plainly written. Then when Aislin turned away again and squirmed, wiggling her bum, Mail was sure she was going to lose her self control and do something bad to her sister. She bit her lips harder, nearly puncturing them with her teeth. She wondered how she was going to be able to live with her sister when every glimpse of her body excited her, and Ash disliked clothing.

Putting the last pan away, Aislin made one more circuit of the kitchen, checking every drawer and cabinet to be certain the contents were in the most logical place she could think of. While she wasn't lazy, she hated needing to walk back and forth just to get a pan from the opposite side of the kitchen than the stove where it would be used. She was pleased, and picked up her robe. It had gotten too much sweat in it before she took it off, so it was too damp to put back on. She used it to wipe her face and smiled at her sister, "Is it okay that I just rearranged everything without asking?"

Mail pulled her sister to her lap, enjoying the wiggling and squirming as she fought to get away, and gave her as gentle a hug as she could while not letting her escape. She kissed her lips lightly, letting her own part a little, and was pleased when Ash's parted as well, letting them share their breath. It felt odd to be kissing her own sister that way, especially while she also trying desperately to get away. When they broke the kiss Mail noticed Ash's nipples were standing up invitingly. Instead of taking the invitation she let her sister get up, slapping her bum as she moved away. The memory of her sweaty, slippery body in Mail's hands was going to linger a long time, Mail was sure.

Biting her lip, Aislin wondered if she should tell her sister that kissing and touching like that made her think about sex. She decided it would be a bad idea, she didn't want her sister to think that she was a pervert in addition to being severely handicapped. That would probably be too much and she'd get sent back to her mother. She enjoyed the kiss as long as she could tolerate before the urge to put her tongue in her sister's mouth became too strong and she had to pull her lips away. When Maolisa let her up and slapped her bum she blushed and nearly stopped to let her do it again, but managed to step out of reach before turning back, giggling. "You're a brat!"

"I had to thank you for all that work. I think it deserved at least a hug and kiss!"

"Well, you're welcome." Aislin stifled the impulse to tell her to thank a different way. She wouldn't mind being scared that way by her sister more often, even if it was making her feel a bit frustrated. She knew she wouldn't forget the feel of her sister's soft hands sliding over her sweaty body any time soon. "I'm going to get a shower, I'm all wet and slippery."

Maolisa nearly volunteered to help, but was afraid that even her socially clueless sister would pick up on that as an innuendo, and she didn't want to freak her out. As she watched Ash's cute little bum wiggle away, she decided she needed a bath, and followed her out, then up the stairs, heading in opposite directions at the top. She stripped rapidly as the tub filled, then stepped in found she had gotten the balance of hot and cold just right this time. After relaxing in the soapy water for a minute she put her hand down between her thighs and started relieving the tension spending so much time with her sister had built up.

Aislin stepped in to the shower, allowing the cold spray to play over her chest until her nipples ached. She took the head down and adjusted the setting to massaging bursts, and adjusted the temperature to cool instead of cold, then turned the pulsating stream to point between her thighs to wash away the strain of being so near Maolisa without being able to act on her imagination.

The tub had cooled considerably by the time Maolisa was ready to get out, her frustrations temporarily eased. Wrapping herself in a large towel, she stepped out onto the deck, and looked out over the forest. Her mind tried to make her think about how to deal with her feelings for Aislin, but she pushed it away, letting herself stay relaxed and enjoy the temporary calm of having fixed that urge. Thinking of Aislin brought another thought to mind, and she dropped the towel to the deck and stretched, enjoying the cool breeze. Being naked so much was new to her, but she could understand the appeal and told herself to try to do it more often.

The shower massage did its job well and Aislin was feeling quite relaxed as she turned the water warmer for washing. Running her soapy hands over her body had the usual effect, but muted somewhat after the first relief. She idly wondered if her sister was as sensitive to touch, which led to thinking about touching her and bringing back the tensions she'd just relieved. She grinned sheepishly, thinking she needed to find something to think about besides her sister. Once she'd taken care of the issues raised and had her body cleaned of sweat she stepped out of the shower and padded naked through her bedroom to her deck, then stood there letting the cool breeze dry her as the sun set.

As it got too dark to see much, Maolisa stepped back through her bathroom to her bedroom. She found a thigh-length kimono and matching silk sash. She reached for panties out of habit, then told herself to try Aislin's no-panties rule. She closed the drawer and headed out to the hallway and Aislin's room to invite her to dinner.

When Maolisa knocked on her door, Aislin opened it without dressing, as she rarely thought to put clothes on. Mail looked at her, blushing slightly, and went straight to her closet. She found a thigh-length kimono and sash and handed them to Aislin, smiling. Aislin sighed, "I suppose wearing clothes around the house is a rule here, too?" although she was glad for the excuse to hide her body's reaction to Mail's mere presence. With the kimono on and tied her hard nipples weren't so obvious, since she didn't have breasts pushing them outward like Mail. As she thought that she glanced at Mail's chest and noticed her nipples were poking at the fabric of her kimono and her knees wobbled a little at the thought of what they would look like.