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My Awakening: Summer Vacation

By: nosliwec



This is a continuation of my previous series. So it will be helpful to have read the previous stories beforehand. If you haven't read them, they involved Hailey's sexual awakening at the hands of her sister. It ended with a lesbian orgy with her sister's friends. The following series took place during Hailey's Spring Break and told of her continuing sexual awakening with her sister's friends. This story did get pretty long and not seeing a good way to split it up decided to give it to you in one big piece. Hope you enjoy it.

All characters depicted having sex are over 18.

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The first night in California neither Kaitlin nor I wanted to fix anything. We were about to head out to a restaurant when my phone rang. Seeing Hannah's name on my screen, I answered it immediately. "Hey. How're you?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Tired and hungry. I was just about to grab dinner with my sister."

"Oh. Okay. So you made it to town, then?"

"Yep. Hey, my sister is asking for my phone. One sec."

"You must be Hannah?" She waited for a few seconds. I had no idea why my sister wanted to talk to Hannah, but it gave me time to get my socks and shoes on to go out. I didn't hear the rest of the phone call, but soon enough Kaitlin handed me my phone back. We arrived at a nice family owned Italian bistro. We were beckoned over to a table by—Hannah?!? She rushed me and pulled me into a big hug. Hannah was a short Vietnamese girl. She stood shorter than me by a few inches putting her a smidgen over 5 foot nothing. We had a very similar body type, but her exotic looks made her look incredibly sexy.

"I hope you don't mind. Your sister invited me."

Shaking my head, "No, of course not!" I was beaming. Radiating, more likely. I felt like I was going to burst.

We sat and talked, while waiting for our food to arrive. Kaitlin kept quiet, mostly, following our conversations. At a lull, Kaitlin asked, "So tell us, or me since I guess Hailey knows you better, about yourself."

"Well, first off, I was adopted." I hadn't known this. Already, it seemed, my sister was going to get more information from my friend than I had gleaned from her. "Long story, short. My adoptive parents were doctors that went to Cambodia to volunteer, Doctors Without Borders. A few years later, they found out my mother couldn't have children. They decided to adopt, but remembering their time in Cambodia they decided to adopt a child from an impoverished country. They found me through an adoption facility. They decided to name me Hahn Phuc. (Hahn rhymed with Dawn, while Phuc sounded like Fook.) When I started school, my parents decided that my name would not be easily interpreted so began calling me Hahnah. Many people didn't notice the h in the middle and started calling me Hannah."

"What does Hahn Phuc mean?" my sister inquired.

"Gift from Above as well as Happiness. My mom and dad found the meaning quite profound and the name stuck."

"It's beautiful." I had to agree. "So you're parents are doctors?"

"Well, yes, but my mom decided to become a receptionist when my dad opened his own practice. She decided that she would rather not have the busy life-style of being a doctor so she could be at home more regularly. Although, when needed, she does assist dad from time to time."

Our food was delivered and, being as hungry as we were, my sister and I were done pretty fast. Not so fast to have skipped the wonderful flavor of the food, though. It was, by far, the best Italian food I'd had. Upon settling the tab, Hannah and I made plans the following day to hang out. She hugged each of us. Kaitlin told her it was great to meet her and we departed.

It didn't take me long to get acclimated to California. On days, or nights rather, that my sister worked, I was spending time with Hannah. I soon found myself spending my time with either Kaitlin or her, which suited me just fine. Hannah would bring her laptop over, just in case we wanted to game together in the same room, but we never did. Part of me wondered if, like me, she just didn't like to be away from her computer.

One day, on a rare occasion, my sister had to work both that day and that night. So I spent the entire day with Hannah. We went to the beach early. We spent the entire day at the beach. We had packed a picnic lunch so we wouldn't have to leave. I had to admire the golden tan I was now sporting after just a week and a staying in California. By the time the sun started to set, we were exhausted. We piled into her car and drove to my sister's apartment. I could tell Hannah was about to collapse in a heap so I suggested she shower here and stay the night. She readily agreed and called her parents to inform them where she was.

As she took her shower, I sat on the couch. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Hannah was shaking me. I looked up and saw she had changed into one of my babydoll nighties. A see-through peach colored one that really looked hot on her. Noticing her lack of underwear, I involuntarily licked my lips. Smiling, she said, "Shower's all yours." I stretched and headed to the bathroom.

Once I got the shower running, I luxuriated in the spray for a bit letting the water ease my weariness. When I got out, I grabbed two towels. One, a smaller towel, wrapped around my hair and the other one around my body. I walked to the room I had my stuff in, I was in my sister's bed most nights. When I got through the door, I stopped in my tracks.

"I found these when I went looking for something to wear. By the way, I do hope it was okay, since I had nothing to wear to sleep in with me." My eyes were as big as saucers. Laid out on the bed were three toys I had gotten while here in California—a double ended dildo, a strap-on and a vibrator. I still don't know why I had bought them. My sister had toys here and I had mine safely hidden at my house. I, also, had no idea what I was going to do with them all unless I hosted some lesbian orgy, I suppose, again.

"I'm curious, though, why do you have these and who do you use them on?" I was stammering. I couldn't answer either of those questions. I couldn't tell her who I used them on. Except for my sister and my friends, no one knew of my incestuous relationship. And they had had time to come to terms with it, even longer than I had. But staring at someone fairly recently new in my life, I couldn't risk her reaction with the truth. As for why I had them, that was just as difficult. I had just realized I was a lesbian, but hadn't told anyone outside of my circle of friends. The only bright spot, the fact she hadn't already bolted, was that she had to realize my sexual orientation and was accepting of it. But that didn't answer why would I have the toys if I didn't plan to use them. And if I told her I did use them, I was faced with telling her the truth of my sister.

I slumped to the ground. I felt like I was going to vomit. The towel parted so that the only thing covered was my breasts, but just barely. I was too dazed to even consider covering up my nakedness that was exposed. Hannah rushed to my side and holding my head to her shoulder said, "I'm sorry. I found these in the drawer and thought I was just tease you a bit. I didn't mean for you to react this way."

We sat like this for a while. My heartbeat slowed, slightly, and my breathing calmed. I slowly got up and went to the bed. She sat where I left her. I placed my hands on the bed and bent my head. "So I guess you know...I'm a lesbian?"

"Yeah. I figured that out." I sighed deeply. I was nervous, but I was determined to tell her. A true friend would understand, right? I was about to turn around to tell her my deepest secret, but I didn't get the chance. She molded herself behind me and wrapped her arms around me. "If you are feeling ashamed, don't be. It's alright." I shook my head. No, that's not how I felt, well not really. Little did she know, though. "Are you worried I won't want to live with you on campus? Or that I wouldn't be friends with you any more?" 

I was about to say something else, but her next action left me as stunned as I had been when I walked in the room. Her hands undid my towel, but with her body pressed up against me all it did was expose my front, which was actually still hidden from her view. Her hands then grabbed my breasts. She kissed my neck up to my ear to whisper into it, but before she did she licked and suckled the lobe. "I was trying to find the right time to come out to you." She licked my ear some more and pinched my nipples. "Then, I found these toys in your dresser. I figured you and I were more alike than we ever knew." I was getting wet. "I was thinking of you, while you were in the shower. You might even be able to taste me, but you have to choose the right toy."

Holy shit! She was using one of my toys while I showered. I was flabbergasted. My mind was reeling. I was getting worked up so well right now, I even forgot about my earlier anxiety. I decided the truth of my sister could wait until after, right? Have sex with my friend, at least once, before she decides to leave my life forever. She brought me back to reality by saying, "You have to choose correctly, or I stop." As I was pondering, in a sing-song voice she whispered, "I wonder which toy I chose for us to play with tonight?" I had the brilliant idea to try and sniff the toys to see if I could catch her aroma, but she seemed to realize what I was planning and yanked my head back by my hair. "Tsk tsk tsk...no cheating." She let go of my hair and that hand drifted south to my pussy. She began to saw her fingers between my lips.

So she used a toy. It's one to share. While, technically, you could share a vibrator with us using it on the other, I eliminated that one. Now the real question was the strap-on or the double-ended dildo. I got even wetter thinking of her with a strap-on attached as I waited for her to fuck me just like this. I was about to reach for it. It was almost the perfect choice. The way she's been manipulating me so far. It had to be that one. I started to reach for it. My hand was nearing the shaft, but before I got to it her hand left my pussy. My hand stopped. Was she cluing me in? I heard her breathing in my ear. She wanted this as much as I did. So it is possible she was showing her hand so she wouldn't have to make good on her threat. I snatched the double-ended dildo and spun around, quickly. I fell back on the bed. She tumbled on top of me. I thought it would be such a sexy-cool thing to do, but we ended up bumping heads. Plus I landed on top of the other toys, which was really uncomfortable.

Laughing, "What the hell was that?"

"I had this image in my head. It looked hot when we did it."

"How was it supposed to go?"

"Well, I would twist around, like I did, fall back on the bed and you would fall into my arms and kiss me. Then, during the kiss, I would remove your clothes so we could get started."

"Even though you might not have the right toy?" I panicked. Did I choose poorly? Part of me snickered as the line from that Indiana Jones movie popped into my head. That was dispelled as I frantically tried to figure out how I got it wrong. She leant down and gave me a passionate kiss. I lay there immobile. She stopped kissing me, "Aren't you supposed to undress me?"

I looked at the toy in my hand and back up to her. She smiled down at me, "You picked correctly." She went back to kissing me. I squirmed around a bit to get some relief from the toys poking me in the back. She figured it out and, without stopping her kissing, reached behind me and pulled the toys from under me. Where they landed, I had no idea. As soon as I was comfortable, I began my task of undressing my friend.

I started running my hands as far down her body as I could reach. When I reached the hem of the slip she wore, I pulled it further up her body. I gasped a little when, having pulled the slip over her ass, she started grinding her knee on my crotch. As my hands worked the nightie up her body, the grinding and the kissing intensified. I finally got the babydoll bunched up below her neck, but with her mouth attached to mine I couldn't move it higher. She, reluctantly, released my tongue she had been sucking on and leaned back. I quickly removed the slip and before she could move attached my mouth to one of her luscious breasts. I made gentle love to each of them. She clutched my head to her chest. But I wanted to do more. I broke free from her grasp and kissed my way down to her pussy. I flipped her on her back, this time it worked just like I had imagined it. She fell back onto my bed, her silky black hair spreading out on my pillows. I looked at her and wished I could stop and take a picture of this image, but I didn't relish in the sight long as I had other images in my head. Mainly of me between this beauty's legs.

I slowly licked around her folds. I kissed and suckled her lips. Then, tentatively, stuck the tip inside her warm center. I flicked my tongue a little before pulling it out. I flattened my tongue and grazed over her slit before sucking her exposed clit, just for a second, before I slipped my tongue back inside her folds. I giggled just then, mouth full of pussy and a stupid song came into my head. 'You put your left foot in. You put your left foot out. You put your left foot in and you shake it all about.' Except, I decided to go with it. I put my tongue in. Then I pulled it out. Finally I put it, but this time I thrust my tongue as far as I could manage and wiggled it about. I couldn't really do the hokey pokey, afterward though.

I soon felt hands on my head. Hannah was tugging me upward. Once my head was even with hers, she pulled me into a deep kiss and rolled me on my back. Breaking the kiss she said, "As much as I want you to finish me off, we still have this," she raised the double-ended dildo over her head like a might warrior princess might wield a sword, "to play with." She bent back down to trail kisses down my body. Reaching my pussy, she did the same for me. My juices were running. I had closed my eyes as I relished her tender touch on my southern lips.

I opened my eyes as I felt the shaft of my toy penetrate me. I watched as this exotic beauty shoved inch after inch of toy into me. When roughly half of it had disappeared, she angled the rest up and, standing over me, guided it into her own pussy. Some of the remaining length, angled as it was, went further into my pussy filling me fully. I was amazed when, fully inside of both of us, Hannah had closed the gap between our pussies. There was no evidence of the dildo stuffed in us.

She started to gyrate on top of me moving that toy around both of our pussies. I was mesmerized watching her. I had my hands on her hips as she did what looked like a slow, sensual belly dance on top of me. She leaned forward and pulled me back into a passionate kiss. Her hands were stroking my body as she ground our bodies on the dildo embedded in us. It didn't take long for our mutual orgasm to build up. She raised herself off of me and, holding my hands our fingers interlocked, started grinding herself on our shared toy. She came to a stop, cumming on her end of the toy, but I still needed a bit more. So I flipped her on her back and ground myself on the toy. Our hands were still interlocked as I rode the toy to my own orgasm. I collapsed on top of her. We were both panting.

I gingerly pulled the toy from our pussies and we rolled over, exhausted, and fell asleep in each others arms. I felt her extricate herself from my grasp at some point, but didn't bother to move or wake from my dreams. A short time later, I felt her slide in behind me and cup my breasts. I'm not sure how long we were like that when a loud crash sounded at my door. I grudgingly opened my eyes to see a moonlit figure in my doorway that looked oddly like Hannah. I groggily looked behind me to see my naked sister was the one in bed with me. It took my brain a few seconds to realize the predicament I was in. By that time, Hannah had bolted from my room. Nausea flooded my system, but this time there was no intervention coming. I had to face my deepest fear. I had to lay it all out on the line and hope Hannah didn't bolt from my life like she had my room.

I slipped on a negligee I found. The first one in fact, which happened to be the very one Hannah wore not that long ago. I noticed a broken glass of what used to contain water on the floor. Avoiding the shards, I walked out and found her sitting on the couch—her legs pulled up against her chest and her chin resting on her knees. I sat down in front of her on the coffee table. I reached out my hand to her, but pulled it back when she flinched at it. I really was going to lose this person from my life, I realized. I hung my head down low as tears streamed down my face.

We sat there, silently. Her watching me as tears continued to fall from my eyes. Breaking the silence, she asked, "Y-you're s-sister?" I merely nodded. "So you two have had..." She didn't finish the thought. She didn't have to, I knew what she was asking and I just nodded. We sat there again in silence as she thought about that.

"H-how?" I looked up at this question. I was confused. How what? I clearly wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't fathom what she wanted to know in my sleep addled, shocked as hell mind. She had a look on her face that I couldn't figure out. She took a deep breath when she realized I wasn't going to answer. Maybe she realized I needed more context, I don't know, but she asked, "How did it happen? Or rather how did it start?"

I slumped again on the coffee table. After I told her, I realized, could be a real problem if she decided to do anything with this knowledge. But if I had any chance to repair the damage done, I had to tell her. I breathed deeply, trying to gather the strength to tell her everything. I finally looked up at her and started the story, "Well...it started on Winter Break." I relayed the entire story of my sexual relationship with my sister. I told her about my sister finding me masturbating watching her do the same in a video. I told her about the sex while we were Christmas shopping. I told her about the days we spent with each other after school ended. I tried not to go into details about the sex just mentioned we had sex. I left out the orgy on New Year's Eve as well as my Spring Break activities. I figured I had given her enough ammunition to sink both Kaitlin and I already, if she wanted. I realized that if Hannah wanted to, I may very easily be forced to move away, possibly with Kaitlin. I may even lose my parents if she had any desire to tell them about our trysts. I didn't know how much this information might hurt my sister and I, but I knew it could destroy our lives if Hannah wanted to.

I was starting to cry again thinking of all the possibilities. Each one worse than the previous one. When I heard Hannah ask, "Why Kaitlin? Why have sex with your sister?" I thought about it. It didn't take long for an answer to formulate.

"I always felt loved and supported and protected by her. She's always been there for me. She's the one that has taught me the most about being a woman. And when I saw the video I just, I don't know, I thought this way it would be like she was teaching me this as well. When she came in, I wasn't thinking clearly, I guess. The whole holiday I never really thought about it. I just...it was the first time anyone had truly desired me and I never stopped to think about any of it. And now there's you and her and..." I broke down again.

"Me?" I nodded. This time she reached out to me and lifted my head gently. "What about me?" I wasn't sure. I had blurted it out without thinking. Hell, I hadn't even had a chance to rationalize what I felt about Kaitlin and now I had to rationalize my feelings for Hannah. My head was pounding. I had all these emotions and no way for my brain to come up with what these emotions were. "D-do you...love me?" I blinked my eyes a few times.


My Awakening: Summer Vacation



"I-I...don't know. Maybe?" She leaned back on the couch. "I don't know how I feel about any of this. It's all so new and foreign to me. All I know is, right now, I don't want to lose you."

She sat there, watching me. Slowly, she got up from the couch and walked past the coffee table. She looked back where I was sitting and told me, "I think I better leave." She left the living room and went to my bedroom. When she came out, she was dressed. I sat there on the coffee table and watched her walk out of the apartment and possibly my life. As soon as the front door was closed, I was curled up in a ball on the couch bawling my eyes out. I had no idea what was going to happen or if I was ever going to hear from Hannah again. I felt Kaitlin stroking my back trying to soothe me, but nothing worked. Just before sleep overtook me, Kaitlin pulled a blanket over me.

After Hannah found out about my relationship with my sister, I didn't hear from her. I was in a state of utter depression. I didn't go out. I didn't eat much; the only reason I did was at my sister's insistence. I was completely lost. I felt like my entire world had blown up on me and I had no idea how to fix it. At night, sleeping alone in my own bed, I would drift to sleep as I imagined the ground would form a huge hole and swallow me up.

There was a morning, a few days after the incident, I was idly making figure-eights in my cereal. I was staring so intently that I didn't pay attention to anything else around me. I vaguely felt my sister watching me across from the table. "She loves you, you know." I looked up at my sister, surprised she was still sitting there. We hadn't talked much these past days. I saw a hurt in her eyes, but I was too focused on mine to really wonder about hers.

"How..." I croaked. "How do you know?"

Sympathetically smiling, "I saw the look on her face when she would look at you." I tilted my head, inquisitively. "I'd seen that look before. Back in high school. I..." she sighed. "I saw it on Marissa's face, too. I was too interested in what others would think of me if I shared her same feelings. Or rather I was afraid of my perceived notion on what others would think."

I went back to idly playing with my cereal. It was all well and good that Hannah loved me, but it didn't really help me out of my funk. I mean Marissa loved Kaitlin, but is now with Olivia. If Kaitlin still loves Marissa, she lost her chance to be with her. So I find out Hannah loved me, but was it over before it had a chance to start? I mean I never even got to find out what my feelings for her were. This whole ordeal was so foreign to me. Why couldn't life be more like a math or science equation? I could figure this out. If relationships could be solved with the quadratic formula, it would be so much easier for me. Hell, I couldn't even begin to determine how I felt about my sister. I knew I loved her just like I loved our parents and just like I loved our friends, but each one of the loves I had were different. And the love I had for Hannah was different. How can I love all these people and each one was different than the other. It was so confusing.

I hadn't even noticed my sister getting up from the table, until I felt her hand on my shoulder. "You're in love with her, aren't you?" Startling me, I jerked in my seat. But when she said that, I snapped my neck around like she had slapped me.

"I-I don't know how I feel. I just...I don't know...I can't wrap my head around my feelings. I keep trying to. I've been running these ideas around in my head, but I don't seem to get any closer to a solution." I looked at her, pleadingly. Here was the one person I felt could fix me, who could solve the mysteries I couldn't. I begged her, with my eyes, to tell me. To help me.

She leaned down so we were eye-to-eye. "Hailey, you can't use your head for this problem. As wonderful as your brain is, it's ill-equipped for matters like feelings. Unfortunately, you never had a chance to exercise the part of you that can solve this." She placed a hand over my heart. "Your heart is the only thing that can answer this particular problem."

"I told you about Marissa for a reason. I was in love with her, same as she was with me. But I didn't act on it out of my own fear. And I lost her. It's a little different, sure, but the message is the same. Don't sit here not doing anything about your feelings or you may lose what you truly love."

"But how do I know? How do I know what I truly love? I love you. I love mom and dad. I love Paige and Marissa and Olivia and Naomi. But it's all different. How do I know which one is real?"

"Sweetie, they're all real." I slumped my shoulders, defeated. "Think about each one and just let yourself feel. How do you feel about Paige?"

I thought about Paige. The way we talked when I had my hair done; the way she was with me on the threesome date; the way she helped me deal with the aftermath of the actual threesome. She felt like what? She felt like my sister. A bit different, but a sister nonetheless.

"How do you feel about Naomi?"

I tried to think about Naomi, but every time I thought of her I thought of sex. And I would get a little wet from it. I couldn't separate the two. Sure I loved her. I also loved that she would push my boundaries and I could allow myself to be carried past my inhibitions. I trusted her to know just how far to go. I couldn't reach anything deeper than that.

"And Marissa?"

Marissa and Olivia. Olivia and Marissa. Never have I ever seen two people so intertwined. At least besides my parents, maybe. Whenever I am near these two, I feel like I am in the middle of a blanket just out of the dryer. All warm and fuzzy. The love these two had for each other, it was hard not to bask in their light. As soon as I started thinking of them and their love, my mind drifted to the day at the beach. Basking in the warm sun, soaking up its rays, lying on my back next to Hannah. Was that it?

I looked back at my sister. She must have realized I had come to the same conclusion as she had already deduced. She had a sadness in her eyes. Did choosing Hannah mean I would lose her like she had lost Marissa? I couldn't choose someone over my own sister! I wouldn't. She'd been my lifeline for so long I couldn't sever it. She tried to get up and leave, but I grabbed her and pulled her to me. "I don't want to lose you, though." I told her.

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "You could never lose me. We're sisters. Always and forever." I felt a pang when she used those words. Those words that she had used so many times.

"But what about..."

Interrupting me, "Hailey, you and I...I would have loved to spend our lives together, forever. How would it work out though? We couldn't marry. Mom and dad would suspect something since neither of us would marry another. Plus, we would probably be living together. I doubt they would be as understanding as our friends. Besides, I could never live with myself if I denied you your happiness. I think Hannah is that. At least for now. You have to go and see for how long."

"But you said..."

"I know. I was caught up in the moment as well. I had the one person I loved more than anyone else in the world in my arms...in my bed...it was wonderful. I think I needed you as much as you needed me. You helped me get over Marissa, finally."

"You opened myself up for love." She nodded her head.

"I always wanted you to see yourself like we, my friends and I, saw you. You owed it to yourself. To open yourself up and allow others to love you." We started crying. It was a touching moment between sisters.

"How long have you known...about us I mean? We, well, we...had sex every day since I got here. We would sleep together every night. What was all that?"

"It's...I don't know...I guess, well, um...I wanted so much for us to be...real. I wanted us to be forever. Not as just sisters, but I knew it wouldn't be. So I...held on to it...us...for as long as I could. Every day I got to be with you, was one more day I could cherish. Knowing it would, eventually, come to an end."

Thinking about our time in California and how great it had been, led my thoughts to her nestled behind me. Replaying that night, hearing the crash of the glass of water from my doorway, brought back my depression unabated. I was in love with Hannah, but before I could profess it she was gone. Slipping out of my grasp, she stroked my cheek. "Call her." She turned and went about her morning chores. Never out of arms length from me hoping to get a call or text from Hannah, I quickly dialed her number.

Getting her voicemail, I said, "Hey. It's me. Can we talk?" I sounded desperate, but I was. I had to do something, anything, to try to get her back. I didn't get a call that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. A week went by. I sent a voicemail every day, just one. I didn't want to become annoying; although, one a day may be borderline annoying, but not as bad as multiple calls a day, right?

I finally got the call I was hoping for. Her ring tone sounded from my phone. Answering it, I said, "Hey." Yeah, that's me the smooth operator with a monosyllabic greeting. The person I am in love with finally calls and I give a simple 'hey'.

"Hi," came the response. There we sat, well I was sitting and assumed she was too. Two one-syllable words and awkward silence. This is what I have been so eagerly waiting for? What do I say next? Ask her how she's been? No, because then she might ask me and I'd tell her I was miserable. She'd say it was my fault and hang up on me. I couldn't have that. I needed to tell her how I felt, but I couldn't blurt it on the phone. I had to see her, but how do I do that when she probably doesn't want to see me.

"Hailey, what did you want?" She made it sound like such a chore to call me. As if her parents had made her call me back. Wait would they have done that? Just to get me to stop calling her incessantly.

"Can you come over?" I wasn't planning to say that! I couldn't believe the words slipped out of my mouth before I had even time to think of what to say. I was mortified. She was going to say no. How could I remedy this?

"I don't think so. It's just not...a great time for me."

"Please." I begged her. "I have to talk, but I can't do it. Not like this. Please just this once. I promise...if you come over, I will leave you alone...if that's what you want. Just please come over and hear me out." I was imploring her with every ounce of my being. I heard her breathing in the background. She immediately got off the phone after she reluctantly agreed to come over.

I was brimming with nervous energy. I hurriedly got a shower, which was fortuitous because my sister was liable to toss me in and scrub me down as rank as I smelled by now. After showering I quickly straightened the living room. A week and a half is a long time for used Kleenexes to build up. I wasn't willing to sit down and let my anxiousness build, so I went to the kitchen and started fixing some lunch. It was less about being hungry and more about not wanting to ruminate over the many possibilities that might occur.

So I set out to fix a quick easy meal. I started boiling water and threw in some penne noodles. While they were cooking, I got some frozen chicken breasts out and put them in the oven to cook. I then got out some carrots, broccoli and cauliflower to chop. I was just finishing up the vegetables when the chicken was done. After rinsing off the knife, I began to cut the chicken into cubes. Once I was done cutting everything, the noodles were nice and soft. I drained the water and threw in the chicken and vegetables. I also emptied a jar of Alfredo sauce and stirred it all together. I placed some garlic bread into the oven, as well. Just then I heard the doorbell ring.

I rushed to the door to see Hannah standing there. I had an urge to hug her, but her arms were crossed in quiet defiance. So I merely held the door for her to enter. We stood there staring at each other. My sister, having made herself scarce during my Tasmanian Devil impersonation whilst cleaning and cooking, emerged from her room. "Did I hear..." She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw Hannah in her apartment. "Oh. Sorry, I'll just leave you two..."

"No. Wait." Hannah stated. I was shocked as was my sister, it turned out. Addressing my sister, "Hailey wanted to talk, but on driving over here I decided I did, too. I have questions. For both of you." The buzzer sounded from the oven. Hannah gave me an incredulous look. "Did you make lunch?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just couldn't sit still and decided to do something. I didn't even really think about it, so yeah." Turns out my impulse was a good idea. We three, mutely, walked to the kitchen and served ourselves food that I had made. Making our way to the table, we quietly ate our lunch. Each of us formulating what to say or what would be said.

Hannah broke the silence. "This," she pointed between my sister and I, "is wrong. But not having any siblings myself, I have no idea how to begin to question it." She looked at Kaitlin. "She told me what happened, I think she omitted some things, but I have the gist of the events. I just don't understand how it happened."

"I told you about the video..." I tried to explain, but she wasn't asking me. She turned her head and the look she gave me made it clear she wanted to hear it from Kaitlin. That look quieted me. It also showed me how far I had to go just to get back to a friendship. I was crushed. My sister noticed this and grabbed my hand. Her touch gave me strength to carry on.

Hannah watched our hands while Kaitlin took a deep breath. "She told you about the video?" Hannah nodded, waiting for my sister to continue. "Well, for me, it started much earlier. Not going into details, I had fantasies of my sister with my friends. One, Marissa, had the same body type as Hailey does. So I would imagine it was Hailey I was having sex with. The only problem was Marissa had feelings for me that I decided not to reciprocate. Part of me pretended she was Hailey, so I could be with her without allowing myself to get too close her. Because, I rationalized, I couldn't be in a relationship with a girl I pretended was my actual sister. Then, when I saw the object of my fantasies masturbating to a video of me, logic failed me. Somehow my fantasies that kept me away from one girl made me fall for another, my sister. Recently, it occurred to me that the relationship I have, or had rather, with my sister was an attempt to pretend that I was in the relationship I really wanted—with Marissa."

"So let me get this straight. Your fantasies of Hailey kept you away from a girl you had feelings for, but ultimately drove you into a relationship with your sister that you used to...what?...vicariously have a relationship with the original crush?"

"Something like that, yeah." We all sat there quietly as we let that information sink in. This new information had my mind reeling. I released my sister's hand and rubbed my fingertips in circles on the temples of my head. She had told me she loved me. Was it a lie? Or was what she just said a lie? It was confusing to me. She still loved Marissa. She loved me. Can you love more than one person at a time? I thought about my own life. I loved Kaitlin, but I realized I loved Hannah as well.

Kaitlin stood from the table. "I have to get ready for work. I'll be home late." She leaned down and kissed me on the top of the head and left the room. I looked at Hannah. She sat there staring at me. There we were sitting in silence. I had so much to tell her. I had to lay it all out on the line and hope she would accept me. If only as friends. I realized then I just didn't want to lose her in my life. But how do I start? Where do I begin? I started to say something. I opened my mouth, but before I could utter a word Hannah reached across the table and grabbed my hands.

I was in shock. She had seemed so hostile, but now I felt comforted by her. "Let's talk in the living room." I nodded my head. We sat on the couch, once we got to the living room. Sitting on opposite ends facing each other, I was running through everything I wanted to say. What did I want to say before I was interrupted? I can't remember. If there was one thing I wanted her to know, more than anything else, what was it?

"I love you," I blurted out. I gasped and put my hands to my mouth. The thought was in my head, but I had made no conscious decision to actually say those words aloud. My body was protesting against my brain. My heart was taking over, bypassing my ability to rationalize everything. In the aftermath, my brain was trying to figure out how to correct this miscalculation.

"You do?" The truth, now out in the open, couldn't be denied. I just nodded my head. "What about Kaitlin, do you love her too?" I nodded my head again. I sunk my head and covered my eyes with my hands. "So...who do you love more?"

Who did I love more? My sister or Hannah? I couldn't choose between them. Is this what I was doomed to face? I couldn't have Hannah if I still had Kaitlin? Kaitlin has been in my life forever and will always be in my life. "I can't...I can't say. I love you both, but I won't choose you over my sister. I mean...we're sisters, family. Nothing is coming between that."

"I'm not asking to come between you and your sister. I'm asking do you love me or your...lover...more?" But my lover was my sister! Argh! Why is this so complicated? I sat there trying to decipher my feelings again. I tried to separate Kaitlin into two entities, like Hannah had mentioned—Kaitlin, my big sister, and Kaitlin, my lover.

"If you're asking me if I can stop having sex with Kaitlin, then yes I can. We have, basically."

"What do you mean 'basically'?"

"Ever since that night, the one you...well, you know..." She nodded her head. "Well, I haven't done anything, really. I haven't felt like doing anything."

"It's true." Kaitlin stood at the hallway entrance. "She's been moping around here all day since you left the apartment last time. Barely even eats." She walked toward us. She again kissed the top of my head. "I have to go now, but," she turned to Hannah, "I hope you can accept my sister. She misses you terribly." With that, she left the apartment. Even now, my sister was looking out for me. It gave me a strength I didn't know I had.

"I wish I had someone like that. I mean, I love my parents, but the closeness you two have...well, I'm jealous, really. I'm just afraid that...well, that if you two are alone that you might...well, have sex...without me."

Unbidden by my mind, I pictured Hannah in various positions being with Kaitlin and me. Hannah on her back, eating me out as she was being eaten by my sister. Me between Hannah's legs as she watched my sister pound my pussy with the strap-on. Hannah riding me with both of our pussies stuffed with a double-ended dildo while Kaitlin fucked her ass. Had I heard that right? Was she asking to join us? Surely not! I mean her reaction and all the ignored phone calls. This had to be my ears playing tricks on me. "Without you?" I croaked. "You're not asking..." I couldn't finish the sentence. It was too ludicrous.

I saw a flash of...fear in her eyes. Fear? Had I touched on something she hadn't wanted to admit to? "Join you?" She finished my train of thought. I gasped. She had to be thinking the same thing. She wanted to join Kaitlin and I? "No...I mean, well no. I just...you know...wanted...I don't know." She put her head in her hands. I went and hugged her. Muffled by her hands she asked, "Does it make me a freak?"

Whispering, "Does what?"

Lifting her head from her hands, "This past week and a half, well, I didn't call you back because...well, because every time I tried to come to terms...with your relationship...well, I started...you know...imagining...things. It's all so confusing to me. When I left, I was shocked. When I got home, I was...well part of me was disgusted...I mean she's your sister. But I still loved you. I thought of what we did that night...and other things...I wanted to do with you. I had this...fantasy...of you and I...in your room, like that night. Instead of stopping, though, we kept at it. Then...well, like your story you told me...about the night she caught you...well she was in the doorway...and..." She couldn't finish her sentence. She didn't need to, it was written all over her face.




My Awakening: Summer Vacation



"Why? Why couldn't you say something...sooner?"

"I didn't want to come between you and your sister. I didn't think you would choose me over her. I was pissed. I loved you...before your visit. I fell in love with you...while gaming, funny as that may sound. And to think...my pining...would be in vain just...crushed me. I thought...if I just left and didn't look back...it would be easier. You could be with the one you loved."

"But I want you. I love...you."

"And your sister? You and she have a past—a sordid past. Can you really commit to me and stay away from her?"

I thought about Marissa and Olivia. They were the only friends I had in a committed lesbian relationship. Olivia would be in Hannah's position, essentially. Marissa had encounters with Kaitlin and yet Olivia trusted Marissa, how? Had I known how this conversation would be going, I might have called her for advice. "As long as we are together, I belong to you. Nobody gets me without you."

"Wait...what? Are you suggesting..."

Nodding, I decided to reveal the rest of my sexual adventures. She listened closely to the New Year's orgy, my Spring Break week and my graduation party. I was getting wet reliving my escapades. By the time I was finished, she was flushed and breathing heavier.

"Wow. I had no idea...I mean, shit, that was hot."

"Look. Like I said, though, all I care about is being with you. Will it be hard to leave my past? Sure. But it is my past. You are my future. I will leave it all, for you."

"But if we want to..." She had a naughty, sexy and somewhat bashful look on her face, contemplating what could happen.

"If you want. I'm up for anything...if my stories hadn't proven that yet."

"So, when does your sister get off?" I really wanted to say something sarcastic, like any time I am between her thighs or riding my strap-on dick. But I held my tongue.

"We could do something while we wait for her."

"Like what?" She had a devious look about her, but I had other ideas in my head. I instructed her to change and I did likewise. We donned club-style dresses. Skimpy little numbers that were modest, but revealing at the same time. 

I wore a purple mini dress. The top portion tied around my neck while the front draped over my breasts and formed a V just below my navel. It did have a little strap to tie just under my breasts to keep the two halves from exposing my breasts to the public. The fabric then wrapped around my hips just above my ass and flowed down to mid-thigh. I topped off my look with matching heels. My dress left my arms, my back, most of my legs and a good deal of my front exposed to the night air.

She wore a pink and yellow floral Oriental style dress I had picked up during our shopping trips. I hadn't had a chance to wear it, yet. It had a high neck with a gold button enclosure. It had a form fitting front, exposing no skin but clearly outlining the suppleness of her breasts. Like mine, it fell to mid-thigh and also bared her back and arms. She wore a pair of strappy wedge sandals.

Once properly dressed, she asked, "So what now?" I merely smiled to her and asked for her car keys. We got in the car and I drove us off to where my sister worked, a strip club. When we got there, we had a valet park the car as we entered the lobby. We were waved through without having to pay the entrance fee. Either women typically got in free at these clubs or they knew me by now. (I'd come a few times with my sister when she had to work.) Either way, we were soon sitting at a table.

I liked the place. The girls, the ones I'd met, were nice and friendly. If it wasn't for the stripping, I might be tempted to work here myself. Well, there's always the waitresses, but I hear they don't get much here. We sat there, watching the girls perform on the stage, waiting for my sister to get up. I soon heard her nickname being announced, but didn't mention that to Hannah.

She came out wearing a micro skirt and a tasseled bra. She was strutting around the stage, gyrating her hips to the first song—"Her Strut" by Bob Seger. She was soon out of the skirt and transitioning up the pole. When she got to the top, she started with a spinning knee bocker. (I won't attest to a great repertoire of pole dancing maneuvers, but she did let me know some of the moves.) By the time she got about three-quarters down the pole, she transitioned into a bumslide to splits. I slipped Hannah a single and had her go tip Kaitlin. Kaitlin, ever the professional, never broke her routine, but I did see her whisper in Hannah's ear and give her a peck on the cheek.

Hannah, returning, was blushing. Her show got really good after that. Maybe she was showing off for Hannah and me? Or this was where she normally ups the ampage? Whatever it was, it had Hannah's attention. I slid her some more singles, but told her to wait until she was off the pole to give it to her. I also instructed her to tell my sister I wanted a show. So she took my singles and strode up to the stage. By this point, my sister was topless and the first song was ending.

Her next song started off slow and sexy, but by the time Kid Rock voice sounded on "So Hott" she was going all out. Hannah finally was able to tip Kaitlin. Kaitlin placed her hands around Hannah's neck and pulled her head to her tits so she could shake them across her face. She then dropped her head even with Hannah's and pulled her into a deep kiss. The rest of the bills I gave Hannah slipped out of her hands and onto the stage. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw a guy actually make it rain over Kaitlin's back. When Hannah was released from my sister's grasp, she dazedly stared at the stage like she wasn't sure if the kiss was over or not. Realizing it was, she staggered back to the table.

Giggling, I asked, "So blew your wad on that one kiss, huh?" She looked down at her hands and noticed, for the first time, that her singles were gone. She looked back at the stage. Maybe she was contemplating getting the bills she hadn't meant to spill? I placed a hand on her knee to keep her there. She looked, pleadingly, into my eyes. Almost begging me to let her go back up. I pointed to the stage, "Song's almost over, but don't worry, there's more to come." She sat back in the chair, her voice ragged.

We sat there watching as a new dancer came up to the stage. Suddenly, I felt arms around me. I looked back to see my sister's face over my shoulder. She was looking at Hannah, though. "Enjoy the show?" She just nodded her head. "She said you wanted a show, sis. Her specific words were 'My girlfriend wants a show.' Was it what you hoped for?" 

"God, yes."

"So does this mean you worked everything out?"

Hannah nodded. I smiled and replied, "Yeah, but she wants something more, I think."

Glancing back at Hannah, she asked, "Oh and what's that?"

"She wants to watch, I think." Hannah's eyes got huge. She seemed barely able to sit still. "That is, I think she wants you to give me a lapdance."

"Is that so?" Again, Hannah merely nodded. "Well, I guess we need to get a booth." With that, she grabbed both of our hands and found a privacy booth—one of those areas with the really tall backs. They can fit a couple people rather well, but three might be pushing it. We were going to squeeze in either way, though.

We got settled in. I was sitting on the left side while Hannah sat on the right side. Kaitlin had her knees between our thighs, looking over the edge. "Ooh, the song's almost over." She untied the ribbon holding my dress top together and freeing my breasts, wickedly smiling as she did so. She started kissing my neck while massaging my breasts. Her knee was pressing into my crotch. Finally, the new song came on. She did her best to give me a proper lapdance, but she was soon into bringing me off. I noticed Hannah never took her eyes off of us, as she was fingering her cunt. I was moaning, but my sister admonished me before taking my nipple back in her mouth. In my frenzied state, I grabbed Hannah, much like my sister had earlier, and began to kiss her deeply as my sister worked me to my impending orgasm.

The song ended, but she didn't care. She kept going. By the time the next song ended, she had cum as well and was straightening up to go back out to work the crowd for another lapdance or two. She stood to leave, I was still getting my top fixed, when she turned and grabbed Hannah's hand bringing her fingers to her mouth. She sucked on her fingers, cleaning them of her juice. "I'm going to want some of this straight from the source, now." She blew a kiss at Hannah and walked off.

We went back to our table and watched some more dancers. We even had a few more lapdances, but not another one from Kaitlin. We didn't want to steal her away from paying customers. Most of the girls that came up to us gave us free dances. I found out my sister had told them at some point that she was paying for the dances. I guess they would divvy up at the end of the night. Some of the girls wanted to give the dances out in public. It turned out to be a good idea. The guys, horny perverts as they were, tipped the dancers more than she would have gotten in a privacy booth. After they were done, I would get kissed and then half the tips from the dance. At one point, I saw Hannah with a tatted up goth chick doing the same thing. When she was done, I looked at her and asked, "Having fun?"

"Hell yeah!"

We settled down a bit and enjoyed the show and each other's company. Much sooner than we expected, the club was closing. I never expected to stay out this late, but it had been fun. We were getting up to leave when a bouncer came up to us. "If you want, you can wait until the girls get out. I can walk you to your car with them."

"Oh. That's okay. We can manage."

"Nah. I'd feel bad if I let you do that. Part of my job is escortin' the ladies at night. All sorts of crazies these days. 'Sides Kaitlin's my favorite girl here. Anything bad happen to her sis, shit, I'd be pissed. And to think I coulda done somethin', too? Never be able to look her in the eyes again." With that, he went about doing his part to help with the cleanup.

So we sat and talked as we waited for the girls to get ready. We were too wound up to really care about the wait. "I guess living with you might be an adventure in itself," Hannah mentioned.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. If this is going to be a typical night, how are we ever going to get to class?" I had to laugh at that. I also had to groan. Did I just awaken a sleeping beast in her? We would certainly be having some wild nights, but I hoped we could get to a place where we could function as well. But it would certainly be a fun ride. 

I felt a tapping on my shoulder. Kaitlin was standing behind us waiting. "You cost me quite a bit tonight; although, not as much as you might have. Those public dances you were doing were hot. I hear you made some cash too." I nodded as did Hannah. "Well, you ready to take this party elsewhere?" We hopped up. The bouncer was waiting for us at the door.

"Oh shit. We had a valet drop us off. I don't even know where it's parked."

The bouncer beamed at us. "S'okay. Got'em in my hands. Ready?" He walked behind us with his hands holding the keys. When we reached Hannah's car, he unlocked the door and helped me into the driver's seat. I reached across to unlock the passenger door, then started the car. The bouncer never left until the car was in gear and driving away from club. I saw him escort Kaitlin, presumably to her car, but we were out of sight before they got there.

"Hurry, please?"

"Why the rush?"

"I want to change. Hopefully before your sister gets home." Yep, this could be trouble, but it would definitely be worth it. We made it in plenty of time. When I unlocked the door, she rushed to my room. What she was looking for, I had no idea. I just followed her. She was rummaging around the closet and when she came out she had in her hands a sash. I was stumped. That is until, having removed the dress, she wrapped the sash around her breasts. She then found matching panties, at least close enough to really matter. There was her outfit. I laughed, but I fished around and found a similar look. We went to Kaitlin's room and pulled off her comforter. Lying in her bed, we waited for my sister's return.

We had locked the door upon entering the apartment. Mainly, for us to have a little more time to get ready. We hadn't been in her bed long when we heard the door being unlocked. Hannah started to giggle excitedly so I clamped my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. I had just removed my hand and replaced it with my mouth—how could I pass up kissing this beautiful woman, especially 'dressed' as she was?—when Kaitlin entered the room. I heard a gasp from the doorway that brought me back to the present.

"Holy..." was all she muttered. I love that I can still get my sister worked up. I wasn't sure where this night would lead. I mean yes obviously we were going to have sex, but I meant after that. I had feelings for both of these women, but something told me that my time with Kaitlin was drawing near. I wasn't going to let that stop me, but I did stop and wonder for a second. And a second was all I had because my sister was soon crawling naked to the two scantily clad girls on her bed.

"I always dreamed of coming home to an image similar to this...two...hot...delectable...women. Just waiting for me to..." She licked up one of Hannah's legs, from her ankle to her panty covered pussy. She took her time licking the pussy in front of her through the fabric.

Hannah looked at me and said, "Oh, God. Your sister is licking me so good!" I pulled her into a kiss. I explored her mouth with my tongue. Her tongue soon joined mine as we twirled our tongues in each others mouths. I was distracted by the kiss when I felt my sister lick my leg as she had done Hannah's.

I felt Hannah reach for my breasts, but, despite my need for release, I slapped her hand away. We had dressed this way for Kaitlin, the least we could do is let her take her time to unwrap us. I had learned quite a bit from my sister and her friends. The biggest thing was that anticipation made the pleasure even bigger.

My sister lifted herself from me. She looked at both of us and wondered aloud, "What should I do to two little imps lying on my bed? I spent all day on my feet (not true) busting my ass (okay, had to give her that) and now I can't get any sleep because you two are in my bed (very true)." Before I knew what was happening, she roughly flipped me over onto my stomach. She then raised her arm up and—SMACK! I yelped at her sudden attack. I wasn't expecting this.

"I heard that you have gotten...naughty, while I was away. And the way you deal with naughty girls is..." SMACK! I let out another shriek, but a moan had inadvertently escaped my lips as well. Kaitlin heard it, too. "Oh you like it, do you? I bet you do. All naughty girls like to be spanked." SMACK! Then she started to rub my ass delicately and kiss the burning flesh. I felt her tug my panties down my legs. Once exposed, she plunged her tongue into my depths. It didn't take me long to cum from her oral attack. All night I was a ball of anticipation. From the moment we stepped into the strip club, I was on a sexual peak. I'd had, I don't know how many, orgasms, but none of them sated my need for more. I was lying on my stomach, relaxing after this last one.

I looked over at Hannah and saw the look on her face. I glanced down and saw why she had that look. Between her thighs was Kaitlin, eating away at the delicacy before her. She hadn't removed the panties completely. Hannah's legs were around and over Kaitlin's body; her ankles still held her panties, but she was too busy enjoying her pleasure from my sister's mouth. I leaned over and started to kiss her. I reached up to play with her breasts, but she slapped my hands away, to my surprise.

There was shifting on the bed, as my sister moved up Hannah's body. I watched as Kaitlin moved through the gap between her legs. Hannah's ankles, still wrapped with her panties, were resting on my sister's ass. Kaitlin smiled, leaned down and said, "I love getting presents on my bed." With that, she untied the sash around Hannah's breasts and started to suck on her nipples. I just watched. Until, that is, my sister said, "She has another one needs attention." Then, looking into Hannah's eyes, said, "Don't be shy, either. We love hearing our names being screamed out by a beautiful girl."

We were feasting on the breasts in front of us. I reached my hand up and under the pillows. I had a quest, but in my addled mind I couldn't recall which side it would be on. Then I found it. My hands circled the vibrator Kaitlin kept close at hand. My sister didn't like being too far from a sex toy, just in case she needed to get off before sleep. I pulled it out. As soon as it was in the open, Kaitlin grabbed it from me. She slipped it under her torso and, seemingly, into Hannah's dripping pussy. Our mouths never left her breasts in my quest. I soon heard the buzzing from the toy, muffled slightly by both Hannah's pussy and my sister's body. I took a quick glance down and saw my sister's arm moving back and forth. A hand urged me back to the breast I had abandoned.

"Fuck, yes. God. I can't...can't believe...fuck...two sis-sisters are...shit, yeah...fucking me...oh God, yes so good." She was bucking and writhing, but with my sister's body mashed into hers and me pinning down one side, there wasn't much room for her to shake us off. Not that she really wanted us off anyway.

"Harder. Fuck me harder...FUCK!...Yes, Kaitlin slam it into my pussy!" How she arched her back with both of our bodies on top of her, I will never know. But she was soon back on the bed. "Hailey...FUCK ME!...your sister...is...OH GOD!...FUCKING ME-E-E-E-E!" Sweat was glistening her body. I wanted to do more to help her over the crest, but the position we were in I had no way to get to anywhere else. Soon my sister, sensing her impending orgasm, shifted down to taste her sweet nectar.

During the shift, I leaned over and took her other nipple in her mouth while pinching the one I just vacated. This also meant her torso was again being held down by my weight. I saw my sister start to lick and suck her clit. "OH SHIT! FUCK! I-I-E-E-E-E-I..." The rest was a garbled mess of incoherent babblings of a woman possessed by the orgasm washing over her.

My sister slipped out from between Hannah's thighs and finally removed the panties from her ankles. We gently ran our fingertips over this beauty's skin as she came back to earth from her orgasm. I looked into my sister's eyes, which drew me closer to her. Soon, our distance closed, we were kissing over Hannah's body. "God, that's a hot sight to wake up to." Breaking our kiss, we smiled and leaned in to softly kiss and nibble her neck, jaw, cheek and ears. "Can I, well, I want to..."

"After what we just did, I don't think you have any right to be shy now," my sister informed her.

"I suppose so. So can I return the favor?" My sister nodded and rolled over on her back. Hannah took in the sight of my nude sister, sprawled out before her. She then looked to me. Her eyes questioning, as if I had to give her permission to pleasure her. It was shocking, yet it gave me a warmth in me. 

She looked back at my sister and, licking her lips, smiled at her. She then started kissing and licking her way down my sister's body. When Hannah was starting to kiss around my sister's navel, Kaitlin brought me back to her mouth. Her hands were untying the sash around my breasts. As soon as my breasts were exposed, my sister's mouths were there. I was moaning with my eyes closed. My sister was humming with my nipple in her mouth while Hannah was licking my sister's cunt.

Panting, my sister said, "Let me taste you, sis." I straddled my sister's head, looking down to watch her get pleasured by the exotic beauty between her thighs. My sister, knowing all of my buttons, soon had me worked up. I had my hands on both of her breasts, kneading and pinching them.