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Raine & Sheri

By: destinie21



This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21

Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by law. This story contains incest so if that's not you cup of tea then read no further otherwise

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The phone was ringing when I entered the apartment and for some reason I ignored the miracle of caller ID and picked up the receiver. I'd had a trying day and it was reflected in my voice as said hello. I cursed myself internally when I recognized my mother's voice on the other end. She spent the first fifteen minutes of the one-sided "conversation" making me feel guilty for not calling her often enough. I apologized half-heartedly and waited for her to cut to the chase, we were close but she rarely called just to chitchat. I didn't even bother mentioning that the phone worked two ways. If she got that in her head she might call more often and god knows I couldn't dodge her forever. The thing about my mother was that she was always trying to pry into my business, talking to her was like an interrogation. I was reviewing my endless to do list when she got around to the real reason for the call. 

"Your sister is going to be in New York for a couple of weeks to lay some tracks for her new album and I thought since you had a spare room..."

I had to use every ounce of will power I possessed not to hang up the phone; my mother knew I could barely stand my sister. It was nothing new we had been at odds since the day Sheridon could talk. She had always been a drama queen but every since she had become a star she was insufferable, had we not been bound by blood I doubt we would have even crossed paths. 

I tried to ignore the tension headache that came on at the mere thought of my younger sister, as my mother went on about me having the nice big apartment and there being no reason for Sheridon to stay at a hotel. I had a dozen reasons why she should stay at a hotel or at least away from me but my mother didn't accept one of them. She gave me some bullshit about Sheri being lonely when she was in town. I didn't believe that for a New York minute, Sheri was rarely if ever alone. My mother as usual was relentless and in an instant I went from being a grown woman to being seven years old. 

"Fine Mother, just make sure she doesn't bring her whole fucking entourage to my door."

"Don't forget who you're talking to little girl."

"Sorry Mother" I sighed hoping she couldn't somehow tell I was rolling my emerald eyes. We spoke for a few more moments, before disconnecting.

After I hung up the phone I couldn't quite remember how she had tricked me but somehow she had and I was stuck. 

Sheridon arrived two days later, she was only supposed to be staying for two weeks but she had enough suitcases for more than a month. The doorman was struggling with her bags and all she was carrying was a tiny purse. I rolled my eyes and stepped back as she entered. Tony and I stacked the bags by the door, and then he tipped his hat before leaving. I gave him a wave and a word of thanks as he went. 

Despite the fact that I had lived in New York for nearly a decade this was the first time my sister had ever been to my apartment, although she had visited the city countless times. 

There were no cheerful hello's exchanged between us I pointed her to the guestroom and returned to the couch. She stood by the door looking at me with her hands on her hips. I may not have liked my sister but I couldn't deny her good looks she had gotten our mother's high cheekbones and honey colored almond shaped eyes. At on time her hair had been dark brown and just as curly as my own but now it had been straightened and lightened within an inch of its life. I had to admit that with her, honey brown skin the blonde and chestnut locks suited her. 

I tried to ignore her and continue reading but I couldn't concentrate, her mere presence set my teeth on edge. I sighed she hadn't been here for ten minutes and already she was working my nerves. She was obviously indignant; I glanced up from the book.

"What?"

"I haven't seen you in nearly eight month and you can't even spare a moment to ask about my life."

I almost laughed; of course she would be mad I was hanging on her every word like some misguided fan. Frankly I didn't give a damn about her tour, her success was old news, without another word I pretended to go back to reading, and she turned and walked down the hall in a huff. I noticed that she left her set Louis Vuttion luggage by the door, if she thought I was carrying it to her room she then she had lost her cotton pickin' mind. Who the hell needed so much shit for two weeks anyway? 

I went about my usual routine and tried to pretend Sheri wasn't there, that only worked for about two hours. I was in the bedroom that I had converted into an office when she came in. She had obviously taken at least one of her suitcases into her room because she was wearing a different outfit. I took in her fitted red pants and sleeveless top with a designer's eye, the outfit itself was simple but the perfect cut and tailoring suggested that it had been customized for her and had probably cost more than most people spent on clothes in a year. Even her toenails were painted red. Was this really how she lounged around the house?

She entered the room; and started looking around. There were fashion sketches and plastic covered bolts of fabric thrown haphazardly in the corner pencils pens, markers, and sketchbooks covered nearly every surface in what I liked to call organized chaos. She looked at the drawings without a word. While I pretended to ignore her as I inked yet another sketch but for some reason it was nearly impossible to do so. 

She kept looking around circling the room until finally she ended up behind me, having no concept of personal space Sheri leaned over my shoulder. Her lips were near my ear when she spoke.

"That's really nice, Raine." 

Her voice was low pitched and smooth as silk, the voice she'd had for years. The very voice that had gotten her a record deal when she was 19, but had never really affected me before sent shivers down my spine as she spoke. For a moment I couldn't move. When my brain finally kicked in I almost managed to moderate my voice to its normal tone.

"Sheri I'm busy, go away."

She stepped back immediately, as she left I glanced up if I didn't know better I would have said her feelings were hurt. I pushed that thought aside only because it was ridiculous based on our dynamic. I couldn't concentrate anymore although I hid in the office for another hour before emerging. By then I was almost able to convince myself that my baby sister hadn't excited me with her voice. 

She was curled up on the sofa when I entered the living room; looking so small laying there on the expanse of black leather. At the moment I couldn't remember why there was so much animosity between us, as she lay there sleeping she looked as near to innocence as she was ever going to get.

I went back to the studio for a moment, to gather a pencil and a sketchbook, as she slept I sketched her face. Sheri had been my first model; I had been drawing her since I was nine, before the need to compete had set in. However she hadn't sat for me for years and years. 

I concentrated on her face as I sat there drawing, the angles and planes formed beneath the graphite of the pencil and I nearly smiled. The process of creating something from nothing always relaxed me, and made me feel unreasonably happy. She startled me when she opened her eyes. I wondered how long she'd been awake or more accurately I wondered if she'd ever been asleep. She stared at me locking, her gaze with mine and for some reason I wanted to blush. I closed the sketchbook quickly as Sheri sat up and smiled slowly, when had she gotten so very sexy? I jumped up from my position on the floor needing to run. 

The first time it could have been a fluke, after all I was attracted to woman and maybe her voice had just struck a chord, or at least that's what I told myself when I tried to rationalize my earlier reaction. But she wasn't talking now and it was her lips that I was thinking about. That slow perfect smile had made me drop my eyes to her lips, in that moment I wanted to press my lips against hers and open her mouth with my tongue. Just seconds after the thought formed I was denying it, and pushing it away. 

I shook off what I considered to be another bout of temporary insanity; Sheri was staring at me with her smile still in place as she spoke. 

"You always used to draw me, when you thought I was asleep." "What do you mean Sheri?" Although I hadn't meant it too the question came out sounding harsh and accusing. It was the tone of our usual communication, and the attraction I was trying to deny added a razor sharp edge to my voice.

Her smile wavered and a frown crossed her brow for an instant.

"Jesus Raine I didn't accuse you of a crime, all I meant was that you were always drawing me when you thought I wasn't looking."

I smiled a little, not at all sure how to deal with her. I had expected that her visit would be nothing but turmoil and braced myself for conflict. So far I had been the one snapping and treating her badly, while she had been civil. 

"Sorry I didn't mean to snap I'm just tired."

She shrugged her shoulders, and rose from the couch stretching. I tried not to notice the way her shirt rose slightly as she lifted her arms over her head, I also tried not to notice the way my heart quickened just a little at the sight.

I had to get far away from her fast, because I felt as if I was losing control. I turned walking away, putting distance between us. I couldn't understand what was going on, Sheri looked the same as she had when I'd seen her at Christmas in California eight months earlier, and she had never ever stirred me up sexually before now.

I went into my room and sat down on the edge of the bed resting my head in my hands , I rubbed my face briskly as if I could rub away the indecent thoughts that I was having about Sheri. Was I turning into some kind of pervert? Incest was for backwoods yokels with names like Hoss and Billie Sue, the thought of kissing my sister should have made my stomach turn, but it didn't. In fact the thought sent bat-winged butterflies through the pit of my stomach and a lower place I refused to even think about. 


I sat there for a moment longer trying to get my bearings, before jamming my feet into a pair of beat up old green converse high-tops. I all but ran from the apartment, I knew where I was going I also knew what I was doing, although I wanted to refute that too. My feet slapped the pavement as I jogged through the streets. It was hotter than fuck but I barely noticed as I ran the full ten blocks to my destination. 

The doorman gave me a curious look as I entered the high-class apartment building, I had been here before but I was usually dressed to the nines. This time I hadn't even bothered with a comb, and my oversized paint stained T-shirt and short denim shorts didn't exactly scream class. If I'd been thinking I might have gotten a little offended that he had judged me on looks alone. I had more than enough money to live in this building even if I was looking a little out of sorts. I crossed the elegant lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. I grew impatient waiting and pressed the up button repeatedly as if it would make the elevator descend faster. 

When it arrived I entered thanking god I was the only one on it as I pressed the number for Asha's floor and waited. When the doors opened I stepped out and hurried to the apartment that occupied the whole floor, I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear her moving around and after a few moments she appeared. I took her in with a glance, she was long and lean, with deep brown skin and jet black hair that she kept in a straight sleek chin length bob. I could see the surprise in her brown eyes behind her small stylish glasses, but nevertheless she stepped back letting me in. 

Asha barely had time to shut the door, I was all over her, kissing her lips and running my hand beneath her loose tank top, while my thigh pressed between her legs. She moaned and arched against me, breaking the kiss I looked at her, both of us were nearly breathless.

She spoke first. 

"Hi."

I smiled at her, brushing my hair from my face, "Hi, yourself "

She was studying my face and searching my eyes for answers that I couldn't give. I pulled away from her and left the front hall leaving her to follow me. Her apartment was elegant and stylish from the high gloss wood floors to the breath taking view of the skyline. My heart still broke when I looked out and didn't see the twin towers in the distance but the view was still beautiful. I stepped down into her sunken living room and reclined on her sofa kicking off my shoes as I did so. Her sofa was actually an Indonesian day bed that had been strewn with overstuffed down pillows. A person could get lost in the comfort of it all. 

She remained silent and searched my face still waiting for answers. 

Asha was for all intents and purposes my best friend she was also my fuck buddy. She had been my girlfriend at sometime in the past but we had been better off as friends although neither of us could shake the sexual attraction. 

As far as relationships went we had both found the other to be too controlling, as a couple we had fought over nearly everything from where we would dine to what type of laundry soap was best. There had been a need between the two of us to dominate, the relationship was doomed but as friends we were able to compromise, and agree. 

I moved to kiss her, and she resisted slightly, I pressed myself against her trying to communicate my need. She got the message. 

Her hands ran through my hair as I explored her mouth with my tongue. She tasted like lemonade and something else I couldn't quite identify. She tugged my hair lightly knowing it would excite me further, and leaned into me as I reclined willingly, liking the feel of her weight pressing against me.

I felt her fingertips graze my breasts beneath the fabric of my shirt and arched against her. Her lips left mine and brushed my neck as she squeezed my breasts roughly in her hands. I gasped Asha was good at pushing the limits and blurring the line of pain and pleasure. One of her hands left my breast and slipped into my shorts, as she lowered head and took my right nipple into her lips. She tugged both the nipple and the cotton of my shirt between her teeth and nibbled. I pushed against her craving release.

Her hand grazed my slit, she raised her head and stilled for a moment.

"Who's got you so turned on baby?"

I closed my eyes for a moment and tried not to think of Sheri,

"You."

Asha laughed as she shook her head, "No, you came here ready I had nothing to do with it."

I didn't bother denying her words instead I looked into her eyes.

"You talk too much Asha."

She smiled and lowered her head to kiss me. Her lips met mine in the same moment she plunged her fingers into me running her thumb over my clit as she hit home hard and fast . Her hand took me over the edge in moments, my body tensed and I closed my eyes. All I could see was Sherri's face, at the thought of my sister my inner muscles gripped Asha's thrusting fingers harder. I pushed against he wanting the feeling to last, I hadn't had sex in months and I needed this release. 

My eyes were still closed when Asha slapped me dead in the face, and jumped off of me. I was stunned.

"What the hell did you do that for?"

She stared as if I had lost my mind. I sat up trying to arrange my clothes, there was still a wet spot on my shirt from her mouth. 

"You don't even know do you?" My mind was blurry with lust and I had no idea what she was talking about, but before I could rack my brain for the answer she went on.

"Who the fuck is Sheri?"

My heart pounded as I realized that I had called out my sisters name, Asha of course knew who my sister was but thankfully Sheri was a common enough name, I'm sure she never thought even for a moment that the Sheri I was thinking of was Sheridon.

I sighed running my hands through my hair. 

"She's no one, I'm sorry."

Clearly my apology wasn't enough. Hell it wasn't even a real explanation.

"I think you should leave Raine. Come back when you want me."

I put my shoes on and stood apologizing again, before she shut the door Asha ran her hand over my face. 

"You know I don't care who you fuck, but when you're with me, you need to be here."

I was shaken over what had happened, Asha had spoken the truth when she said she didn't care who I fucked, there would be no damage done to our friendship by my slip up. I was more worried that I had not only thought of my sister but also called her name as I came. 

I damn near got hit by a car walking home. My mind was on other things and I had walked into the street not even bothering to check the light. The driver gave me the finger and cursed me as I ran to safety.

My mind was still spinning I wanted to blame Sheri for whatever was happening to me but she hadn't done a thing. I tried to work myself into being mad at her because if I was angry at least I could shut her out. That worked until I opened the door of my apartment. 

Sheridon Regina Lane might have been a diva now but she was no stranger to the kitchen, Mother had taught us all how to cook but Sheri had a flair for it that went beyond recipes and measuring cups. I could hear water running and smell something rich and savory as Nina Simone played like a sweet mellow soundtrack in the background. I had almost forgotten that Sheri brought music with her everywhere she went. I'm sure that at least one of the suitcases was filled with a mix of compact discs. At any given time one could find anything from the latest pop princess to Muddy Waters in her possession. I almost smiled and headed deeper into the apartment while Nina told me all about the house of the rising sun. 

"What's all this?" She looked at me, with narrowed eyes and puckered her lips in distaste.

"Did you go out in the streets like that?"

I rolled my eyes at her, even though she had a point. "Yes"

"Good god why?"

I shrugged my shoulders and dropped my eyes. "I had to run an errand." I wondered what she'd say if she knew just what that errand had been. She sighed and shook her head, but didn't say a word. 

"I'm going to take a shower." I announced to her as I was turning to leave the kitchen. I felt sticky from sex, and sweaty from having been out in the blazing heat. 

After I showered I couldn't decide what to wear, usually my around the house cloths consisted of faded t-shirts whose origins I had long since forgotten and ratty cutoffs. However with my sister dressed like a lounging diva I couldn't bring myself to dress like a mistreated stepchild. 

When I emerged from my room I wore a pair of black pants that I had designed and made myself, they were lightweight and perfectly fitted to every curve. I had paired the slacks with a hot pink t-shirt that stopped inches above my navel and had been strategically cut to appear ripped. MY hair was out of control in the humidity despite my central air conditioning system, I had done what I could and combed my long chestnut curls into a ponytail and then twisted it into a loose bun. I almost felt normal competing with my sister was something familiar to me.

I sat on the sofa relaxing with the book I had abandoned hours earlier, the music in the background was low and sweet and the sounds in the kitchen seemed homey. All of it almost made me wish I had someone to come home to. 

At 26 I had the career of my dreams making more money in a year than most people would make in a lifetime. I had worked hard to become one of the top young designers in America and now I was international. but even I had to admit that the amount of money some people would pay to wear my name scrawled across their chest was ridiculous, it gave new credence to the phrase laughing all the way to the bank.


Raine & Sheri Ch. 02



This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21

Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by law. This story contains incest so if that’s not you cup of tea then read no further otherwise

Enjoy...

I woke slowly, feeling well rested for the first time in months. I stretched languidly as my mind recalled the afternoons events; I hadn’t come home planning to fuck my sister but I’d be a liar if I said some small part of me didn’t hope for it. Sheri had become almost an obsession over the past three months; the attraction had arrived unexpectedly and had been unwanted at first. Like most things I couldn’t face, I had denied it but at the moment I couldn’t recall the reasons. I suppose I should be feeling some sort of recriminations or trying to come to grips with having fucked my sister only hours ago in this very room but I had no regrets. I wondered idly if I should ask my therapist about it, but then I realized I could never tell Dr Sloan this, it was far too personal.

After rising from the bed I took a brief shower and dressed quickly. I put on a pair of orange slacks and a matching sweater, the outfit was brand new and perfectly fitted over my curves. I ran a few drops of Curl Control trough my hair taming it slightly with a brush. I wondered if I should put on a little makeup but dismissed the idea nearly immediately. Mother knew her children well and she would have questioned me if I went overboard. Instead I put a little lip gloss on and emerged from my room unable to wipe the smile from my lips.

Mother was in the kitchen cooking with Sheri by her side. I stood in the doorway, unnoticed as I watched my sister. She was wearing a claret colored dress that clung to her breasts; the lower portion of her body was concealed by the counter she was standing behind. Her head was down and she was chopping vegetables, all of her hair was pulled back in a loose braid and she’d put large gold hoop earrings in her ears. I just stared at her, she must have felt my eyes on her because after a moment she looked up trapping me in her honey colored gaze.

I felt a little breathless as she ran the tip of her tongue over her full lips. 

She winked at me and went back to her task. I looked at her for another beat before I was able to tear my eyes away. 

When I looked at her Mother was looking at the two of us, and then her eyes moved to me. I wanted to drop my gaze in silent denial of the moment she had just witnessed, but before I could so much as blink Mother turned her back to me and put the pan she had been holding into the oven. 

I wondered if Sheri had seen Mother looking at us. I doubted it, but we would need to be more careful. When the pan was safely inside the oven Mother turned to face me, looking me up and down and staring at me hard, when I was a child that very same look used to let me know I had better straighten up and act right. This time I wasn’t a child and I stared back at her crossing my arms slowly beneath my breasts, to let her know my movements were calculated and not at all unconscious. 

“Is there any thing I can do to help you Mother?”

She hadn’t missed the way I had crossed my arms, and I hadn’t missed the way her eyes flicked over them an instant before she put her hands on her hips. 

“Not right now Raine.”

Her voice was normal but her eyes were squinted slightly as she looked again from me to Sheri. I dropped my arms and shrugged letting the matter drop before the accusations and denials started. I walked from the kitchen into the living room feeling slightly guilty for leaving Sheri at the mercy of our mother.

The guilt passed quickly as I recalled that Sheri could hold her own. Even when we were teenagers she had been the one to do what she was going to do and to hell with the consequences.

I joined my father in the living room and sat on the sofa feeling slightly restless as he read the paper. I picked up a magazine from the coffee table and began skimming through it. Sheri walked into the room a moment later my eyes were drawn to her. Her dress flared from the hips and swished around her calves as she walked. My mouth felt dry as she pulled the ponytail loose and ran her fingers through her hair. 

My eyes dropped to her lips as she started to speak.

“Raine, I’m going to get some salad dressing, want to come?”

I nodded my head and caught her eye before letting my gaze roll over her like a caress. 

“I have to get my shoes.” As I exited the room to retrieve a pair of shoes I let my hips swing knowing she was watching me. I pushed my feet into a pair of high heeled sling backs and adjusted the straps before returning to the living room. Daddy was still engrossed in the paper as Sheri and I walked out of the front door. She jumped into the driver’s seat of sleek red sports car and started the engine as I got into the passengers side. 

I ran my left hand over her knee and upward to her thigh moving the material over her leg as my hand came to rest on her bare thigh. 

“You look nice Sheri.” 

She hissed as my fingernails stroked her thigh.

“Jesus Raine are you trying to kill us both?” I moved my hand away noticing she had swerved a little from the caress. I laughed and rested my hand on my lap. Sheri exhaled as if she had been holding her breath and moved the car back into her lane.

I kept my hands in my lap and glanced out the window for a few moments before speaking “Did you see Mother watching us?” 

Sheri glanced away from the road for a second. “Yeah I saw.”

She shrugged but didn’t say anything more; then again I guess there was nothing else to say. Sheri pulled the car into the parking lot of the high priced grocery storeand parked. When the car was in park I ran my fingers over her leg again grazing her upper thighs with my nails, Sheri turned her head to look at me as my hand went between her legs. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned as my fingers ran lightly over her pussy. The immediate heat and wetness of her slick skin, told me she had decided to go without panties.

I ran my middle finger over her slit, slipping it between the lips of her pussy. Her hips jumped as I brought my finger to her clit and applied slight pressure. 

I started moving my hand in a circular motion as I leaned forward to lick her neck. I could taste a faint hint of her perfume on the skin. Sheri moaned my name as I nipped her jaw and met her lips. I slipped my fingers into her as my tongue parted her lips. Sheri moaned into my mouth as my fingers slid in and out of her. On each in-stroke I would rub my palm against her clit and she would arch for the contact. I could feel her muscles tightening around me and I kissed her harder as she gripped my shoulders. When she was spent I pulled my hand from her and settled into my seat. I could feel her eyes on me as I brought my fingertips to my lips to taste the slickness she had left on my hand. 

Sheri smiled and leaned forward. “Jesus Raine.” She said before kissing me and bringing her hands up to cup my breasts though my sweater. I moaned as her hand slipped downward. She nearly ripped the button from my pants trying to unfasten them. Her lips never left mine as she slipped her hand into my panties. I had been turned on since I had risen from the bed earlier that afternoon and touching her had nearly sent me over the edge. All it took were a few light strokes of her fingertips over my clit, I was panting her name as I climaxed and running my fingers through her hair. She pulled away from me fastening my pants and was out of the car a moment later and I followed behind her, we were only in the store a few moments getting the salad dressing. The young girl working the register recognized Sheri and nearly had a conniption. In the past such a display would have bothered me but for the first time I sort of understood what the big deal about Sheridon Lane was.

I smiled watching her indulge the girl by signing a few autographs mad out to various people. When we left Sheri was very quiet, even in the car she didn’t talk to me. I wondered what had caused this impromptu silent treatment

“Sheri what...” I had planned on asking her what was the matter but she took one hand off the wheel and held it up as a signal for me to be silent.

“Listen Raine I know you hate it when people fawn all over me, I’m sorry I really am.”

I wanted to deny what she had said but I couldn’t because too many times in the past I had been jealous of the attention she got. I was sorry that I had been such a bitch but moreover I was sorry I had made her feel that she didn’t deserve the attention. I couldn’t even believe she was apologizing to me.

It looked like I would have more to come to terms with than just sleeping with Sheri. The girl in the store only knew Sheridon Lane as a pop icon and she adored her, I had known Sheri for years and for the longest time I had only loved her out of family duty.

When I spoke I was surprised to find I was on the verge of tears. 

“No Sheri I’m sorry, there’s nothing wrong with people paying attention to you.”

She heard the words catch in my throat and looked over at me. We were already pulling into the driveway and before she could say anything or see the unshed tears in my eyes I got out of the car. I swung the door to the house open, Mother was standing in the living room when I entered and she saw the tears on my face, that were falling despite my efforts to stop them.

“Did you and your sister have a fight?”

I ignored her question because I doubted I would even be able to speak without breaking down. I walked past her and went down the hall to my room. Once inside I shut the door and lay across the bed crying. 

I didn’t regret sleeping with Sheri, I couldn’t. But it was clear to me I couldn’t just fuck her, I wanted to know who she was and the sad truth was beyond the surface I really didn’t know her anymore.

I was a little calmer when Sheri opened the door and entered. She shut the door behind her and I heard the lock click into place. I could tell even with my bed turned away from her that she was looking at me, and a moment later I felt her weight settle on the bed.

She rested her hand on my back and rubbed in slow circles, as if she were soothing a crying child. Despite my emotional tumult the touch of her hand still sent shivers of excitement down my spine. I turned over on my side so I was facing her.

She didn’t say a word but I could see the hurt in her eyes. “Why don’t you hate me?” I asked her. 

She stared at me looking a little confused. When she spoke her voice was almost a whisper. “Because I love you.”

I looked at her and wondered if she loved me or if she was in love with me. That was an issue my brain couldn’t process so instead I held out my hand for hers and went on talking. 

“I’m sorry Sheri, for all of it for the times I made you feel not good enough and for the times I hurt you purposely or otherwise. I had no right to do that and the only explanation I have for you is I was jealous.”

Sheri just kept looking at me, I wasn’t sure if it was the way the light was hitting her eyes or if she was holding back tears. When she spoke I knew it was the latter. “Are you dumping me?”

I wanted to laugh but I didn’t want to do anything that would hurt her feelings. So instead 

I lay on my back and pulled her into my arms. 

“You can’t break up with your sister.” I said holding her tight.

She laughed and lowered her head to kiss me. When she lifted her head she was searching my eyes. 

“Were you really jealous of me?” Her tone told me she was amazed at the possibility. I nodded, and she kept on speaking. “Well I was a little jealous of you too, you were pretty and smart and you didn’t need anyone but everyone liked you anyway.”

It was my turn to search her eyes. I had figured the only reason Sheri would have to be jealous of me was that I was older and had more privileges. Perception is a funny thing. 

I shook my head before speaking. “Sheri you’re smart and people like you, you can sing your ass off and I’ll tell you a secret.

“What?” She asked raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re prettier than me.”

“Not from this angle” she said kissing me lightly on the lips. I let my hands trail down her back and cup her ass as she kissed me. She spread her legs and straddled my hips grinding her pussy against me. I had almost forgotten where we were. Our mother and father were in the living room I knew they couldn’t hear us but we could hardly emerge from the room with our clothes overly rumpled and looking like we’d just fucked.

I turned my head breaking the kiss and reminded Sheri where we were. She kissed me again then reluctantly shifted off of me.

“We should have stayed at my place.”

“Yes we should have” I agreed. Sheri only lived about ten minutes from our parents but Mother liked us all to be under the same roof for holidays. Aside from that I had only been to Sheri’s place two or three times although she had lived there for four years. 

“I’ll stay with you a little before Christmas.” 

You would have thought I told her she won the artist of the year award the way her eyes lit up.

“You promise?” 

“I promise.” I replied

“Pinky promise” she said holding out her pinky.

“Pinky promise.” I said solemnly hooking my little finger with hers before laughing at the childhood honor system.

Sheri stood releasing my finger and straightening her dress.

“We’d better go eat.”

I stood reluctantly knowing she was right, I walked to the door and unlocked it before swinging it open. Sheri followed me from the bedroom to the kitchen. Mother and Daddy were already seated at the table. Sheri and I joined them without a word, Daddy kept on eating but Mother was looking at us as if she expected an explanation. I busied myself fixing a plate not daring to meet her gaze. 

We all ate in silverware clanking silence until mother decided to speak. She ran down the thanksgiving menu and what she expected us to make. I nearly rolled my eyes, there wasn’t a person sitting at the table who couldn’t afford to hire someone to cater a lavish holiday meal, instead we would be trapped in the kitchen cooking for hours. With all of the relatives coming in I would have to make enough sweet potato and pecan pies to feed an army to say nothing of all the curried rice and vegetables I’d have to make. 



I tuned Mother out. Just thinking about all the goddamn people that were going to be underfoot gave me a headache. I didn’t particularly find drunken arguments with the family to all kicks and giggles and in addition to that I knew Sherri and I would never be able to sneak off, even for a few moments. 

I sighed lightly and glanced across the table, Sheri was sipping from her wine glass and her eyes met mine, the look told me she had sex on her mind and just in case maybe I missed the message, she slid her left foot along the inside of my right ankle and up my leg. I parted my lips and exhaled slowly barely stifling a moan. Sheri Lowered her glass and a smile danced over her full lips as she tucked a few misplaced hairs behind her ear. 

Damn I wanted her bad. I knew she wasn’t wearing underwear and I wanted to crawl under the table and taste her. By the time dinner was over I was wet and ready but I managed to relax with my parents and Sheri for two hours in the living room. They talked and laughed about god only knows what while I entertained thoughts of Sheri trembling and moaning beneath my lips teeth and fingertips. I shifted squeezing my thighs together, Sheri didn’t miss the motion and when I looked across the room I saw that mother hadn’t either.

She was staring at me with a knowing look as I crossed my legs. My brain told me I was just being paranoid, mother couldn’t possibly know what was going on. Right? I held Mothers gaze not willing to look away. She lifted her hand and ran it trough her hair although her hair hadn’t been in her face. Her hand moved from the ends of her hair and trailed over her neck and shoulder before toying with the thin gold chain she always wore on her neck. She kept looking at me as she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She had managed to keep her deep red lipstick in tact over dinner and for a moment I idly wondered if it was color stay lipstick. I would have stared her down all night but Father broke the silence announcing that he was going to bed. It was only ten but he liked to turn in early. We all said our goodnights to him and he went up to bed. I felt a little nervous now that Daddy gone, but I apparently had no reason to be. We talked about old times and Sheri and my teen years, and nothing seemed amiss. By the time Mother turned in for the night I was convinced I had been creating conflict where there was none. Had I been feeling introspective I might have admitted to myself that I always seemed to create conflict where there was none. 

I headed to my room and disrobed folding my clothes into a neat pile although I knew the outfit would end up in the cleaners.

I hadn’t even gotten the chance to put on my pajamas when I heard a knock on the door. Before I could grab my bathrobe Sheri opened the door. 

Clearly she only knocked to announce her arrival, as she never seemed to wait to be invited in. Her eyes took me in for a moment before she stepped into the room and closed the door. The click of the lock told me she had more on her mind than small talk. I smiled and didn’t bother trying to cover up, her gaze made me feel beautiful.

Sheri didn’t say a word as she moved closer to me, when her lips brushed mine I moaned into her mouth and wrapped my arms around her neck pressing my naked body against her. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as she cupped my breasts, stroking my nipples beneath her fingertips. My back arched and she slipped her thigh between my legs, pressing against my mound. I could only grip her shoulders and jerk my hips. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should be saying something about not indulging our lust under our parent’s roof. Even if her lips hadn’t been pressed against mine I doubt I could or would have spoken. I wanted her here and now and to hell with the consequences. 

My hands trailed down her back and cupped her ass through the fabric of her dress. I held her close pressing my thigh firmly between hers while I sucked her tongue into my mouth. Sheri ground against me hard and my hips moved in almost perfect rhythm with her. The friction caused by her dress against my cunt pushed me over the edge. I could feel my muscles tensing and grabbing at nothing, as my body began to quiver. My hips trust in an uncontrollable frenzy against her as my hands gripped her firm ass. 

Sheri moved with me and just as the aftershocks of my passion ran through me she climaxed. I could feel her wetness on my thigh and when I moved my lips to her neck she was panting my name in a low smooth voice. When she relaxed against me I pulled back a bit to look into her honey colored eyes. Her lips were parted just a little and I ran my tongue over the space between them, just for a second before pulling back again. 

“God” was all she said but the look in her eyes made me grin.

“Goddamn.” I replied pulling her toward the bed. 

I sat at the foot of the bed with my legs spread and pulled her toward me. She was still standing when I started unbuttoning her dress. The dress had far too many buttons along the front and I was impatient, I wanted to taste her now. I put my hands on the opening near her breasts and pulled until the buttons popped I repeated the motion until the dress was completely open. 

Sheri spoke as more than a dozen buttons flew off the dress. “Raine this dress cost…” She didn’t say another word as spread her pussy and licked the wet skin. I had been waiting to taste her and she was well worth the wait. 




Raine & Sheri Ch. 02



Her heat was unbelievable and the taste of her was too erotic for words. I licked her from top to bottom tasting her flavor and spreading the slickness over her. 

Sheri’s hands gripped my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked the sensitive tip with my tongue. I moved my hand between her legs and easily slipped two fingers into her. She was hot wet and tight and I fully understood why men seemed to lose their minds over a good piece of pussy.

I took her relentlessly. Months of longing and unspent passion made it impossible for me to even try and tease her. I wanted to feel come, and more than that I wanted to taste it when she did. My tongue flicked her clit hard and fast as my fingers stroked in and out of her rapidly. 

Sheri was trying hard to hold back moans and was panting softly as her body shook and tightened. I moved my head from side to side tugging her clit lightly as I increased the speed of my hand. Sheri moaned aloud as she slipped into another climax. I pulled my fingers from her pushed my tongue into her, finally tasting the flavor of her passion. 

I could feel her thighs trembling beneath my hands and she would have fallen if I hadn’t pulled away, and lay back on the bed pulling her with me in one fluid motion. She settled on top of me and gave me a wet sloppy open- mouthed kiss. When she pulled back she looked into my eyes.



“That was amazing Raine.”

I smiled at her not knowing what to say.

Sheri continued to speak. “I only came in here to kiss you goodnight.”

I rolled my eyes 

“No you came to get exactly what you got, and I was more than happy to give it to you.”

She laughed softly. “You caught me.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist. “You let me catch you, and now that I’ve got you I’m not letting go.”

“Promise?” she asked. 

“Pinky promise.” I whispered before kissing her again. 

She and I laid there not saying a word. Her weight began to grow uncomfortable and I shifted a little signaling for her to roll off of me. We both lay on our sides facing one another. I threw my left leg over her hips craving some sort of contact. 

I was tired and satisfied but I didn’t want to go to sleep. I wanted to spend the night awake and watching her. The way the light played over her eyes and the strands of honey-blonde and chestnut hair that she had tucked behind her ear. Everything about her turned me on and made me want her. In the end sleep one over and my eyes dropped. I wanted to tell her she couldn’t sleep in here, and that she should go to her own room but I didn’t. We fell asleep side by side and woke up intertwined. 



When I awoke Sheri was staring at me with her head resting on her arm. Her leg was between mine and her arm hand was resting on the side of my ribcage just below my breast. I smiled and moved to kiss her but she brought her hand up and stopped me. I frowned a little. 

“I don’t like to kiss before I brush my teeth.” She said form behind her hand. I smiled and disengaged myself from her. Her eyes followed me and she looked puzzled as I moved down the bed. I didn’t say a word instead I parted her thighs and spread her pussy giving her a long open mouthed kiss. Sheri gave a half laugh half low moan before she locked her legs around my head trapping me, I didn’t even try to struggle. I was right where I wanted to be.

This time I took it slow teasing, and nibbling her lips, stroking the soft flesh with my tongue. Sheri was moaning low and deep as her hips caught a slow steady rhythm. My hands gripped her thighs and my nails dug lightly into the skin as I took her with my mouth. 

She shuddered as I sucked her clit between my lips pulling lightly on the flesh. My fingers slipped slowly into her, she was just as hot tight and wet as she had been the night before and having my fingers inside of her nearly made me lose control. Still I kept up my slow consumption of her, until she moaned my name and pleaded for me to make her come. 



I couldn’t resist her voice or her request. I sucked harder on her clit and pushed a third finger into her fucking her fast. Her hips jerked, and her cunt tensed around my fingers making me moan into her sex. 



Sheri had to grab a pillow to muffle her moans. I was a little worried we would get caught in the light of day but I couldn’t stop myself from taking her over the edge to more times. When she was spent her skin glistened with sweat and her eyes looked glazed. I straddled her hips and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Good morning.”

She smiled wide “Yes very good.”

I laughed a little and rolled off of her, moving to lie beside her again. I kissed her cheek lightly, before speaking. “You should go.”

“I know, may as well go make my bed look slept in.” She said before rising. 

She looked at me for a moment then ran her fingers along my face as if she needed assurance I was really there. Then without a word she left closing the door behind her. 

I lay in bed for a few moments longer before rising and stretching. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I went to take a shower. 

By the time I finished showering and dressing Mother was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. When we had lived at home she had demanded that we eat our meals as a family, and as she had told me countless times before the rules didn’t change because I was grown. She still expected all of us to be around the table together when we were home. 

I knew better than to help her with preparing breakfast, after all the kitchen was her domain, and you didn’t enter into Mother’s domain without being invited. I poured myself a cup of the Columbian coffee she favored and went about flavoring the strong dark liquid to my liking. Without turning from the stove she spoke. “Only one cup, you drink far too much coffee. It’s probably why you don’t eat enough.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. 

“Don’t roll your eyes at me girl.” 

I smiled, after 26 yers, I still couldn't fgure out how she called me on the eyerolling, but she always managed to catch me. 

“Sorry mother.”

I sat at the table drinking my ration of coffee while she flipped strips of bacon over in the old cast iron frying pan. I wondered how she managed to eat such rich meals and keep her figure. I had never heard her speak of any exercise regimen and I certainly couldn’t picture her doing sit ups and crunches. My eyes wandered over her body before my brain could kick in and tell me to stop checking out my mother’s ass. I had always known she was beautiful but hadn’t considered her body as anything but my breeding grounds. Looking her over now I recognized that she was my type. Hell she was probably the proto-type for the kind of women I went for. I always had appreciated a good set of hips and she definitely had that area covered. 

Damn, damn, damn. This feeling was not good. I already had enough on my plate with Sheri I couldn’t have designs on my mother too. My mind wouldn’t go there but my body had other plans. I was very aware that my nipples had hardened and the wetness that I had washed away in the shower was making a surprise comeback between my thighs. 

Mother chose that instant to turn around she was holding a plate of bacon in her hand and she met my eyes searching them for a moment before setting the plate down. She smiled and on the grounds of nothing I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had caught me looking. 

I wondered if she knew what was on my mind, then I wondered how I would react is she did know. Denial would have been the obvious choice but my body told me if she so much as hinted at requited lust I would be in trouble. I sighed and went ahead and acknowledged the attraction, hoping acceptance would allow for quick dismissal of the thought.

It almost worked and perhaps would have had mother not dropped her eyes to my breasts and taken a good long look before running the tip of her tongue over her lips and meeting my eyes again. I sipped my coffee not bothering to look away from her eyes. I knew that look well, but I wasn’t going to make a move on her. At least not in the kitchen, however images of spreading her out on the kitchen table ran like a movie through my head. 

She set the plate down on the table and turned away from me without a word, the look that had passed between us became nothing more than a memory as she resumed cooking. Everything seemed almost normal seconds later when Sheri walked in. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and she wore a pair of jeans and a tight white sweater. The sight of her sent a pleasant ripple through the pit of my stomach. 

“Morning, Raine.” She said smiling at me. 

“Good morning.” I replied winking at her

She didn’t miss a beat as she went about preparing her own cup of coffee. 

Breakfast was done and like clockwork my father appeared. I wondered if he could feel the sexual tension in the room as he sat at the head of the table. 

I ate in silence as Mother and Sheri went on about who knows what. I was busy thinking about what had transpired. I almost convinced myself that I had imagined the exchange with Mother until she caught my eyes and licked her lips again. 

That red lipstick was driving me crazy and taking my mind places it had no business being. I stared at her, unable to look away. Sheri shifted and kicked me under the table. When I looked at her she was practically bursting with the need to laugh. I had no idea what was so funny so I shrugged my shoulders slightly and continued to eat. 

When the meal was over Mother excused herself and Daddy stood announcing that he was going to play a little golf at the club. I couldn’t think of a more boring sport but he seemed to love it.

The moment they were out of the room Sheri started laughing like she had lost her mind. She was trying to explain something to me but she may as well have been speaking a foreign language for all I could decipher.

I got up and started clearing the table while she had a good long laugh. When she regained control of herself she started to help me clean up.

When she spoke there were still hints of laughter in her voice. 

“You always were a mama’s girl.” 

I dropped the glass I had been holding into the sink. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I picked up the glass and rinsed it before putting it into the dishwasher.

“Please Raine I’m surprised you didn’t jump over the table and take her right here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do.” I turned to the kitchen doorway; mother was leaning against the frame with her arms crossed and a smile on her lips. I wondered how long she had been standing there. 

I turned back to Sheri in question she had to have seen mother standing there. She shrugged and laughed again. “There’s nothing wrong with being a mama’s girl Raine.” She said crossing the kitchen to join our mother at the door. Mother uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around Sheri’s waist before kissing her full on the lips. I watched as mother’s hands gripped Sheri’s ass and squeezed. When they broke apart both of them were out of breath. Sheri stepped aside and both of them looked at me. 

I was speechless, clearly I had missed something. Mother stepped away from the door and walked until she stood in front of me. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand removing all traces of her now smeared lip stick. 

She leaned in until our breath mingled. “Aren’t you going to give your mother a kiss baby?” 

As she spoke her breath passed over my parted lips, turning me on more than the display I had just seen. I leaned forward closing the space between us and kissed her, sucking her bottom lip between my own. 

She moaned and laced her hands in my hair as I ran my hands over her hips. Sheri crossed behind me pressing her pussy to my buttocks as she reached around to grab Mother’s ass. Sheri pulled pressing all three of us closer together as she kissed and nibbled my neck. 

Mother pulled her lips away and watched Sheri lick my neck. She smiled 

“You were right Sheri she is a good kisser.” I made a metal note to question the hell out of them later. Right now I was far too busy indulging. 

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Raine & Sheri Ch. 03



I probably should have been full of questions, and later on I probably would be, but for right now the only thing I was thinking of was the pulsing wetness between my thighs.

Mother stood back and watched as Sheri kissed my neck. I held my mother's gaze while Sheri's hands swept in an upward motion over my waist then my abdomen then my ribcage until finally she brushed her palms over my nipples. She pulled my nipples between her fingers and pinched them as her teeth grazed my neck. I moaned her name and turned to face her. 

Lifting her shirt over her head I tugged her left nipple between my teeth as she pulled the garment over her head and tossed it to the ground. Sheri arched against my mouth and gripped my hair as if trying to pull me closer. My hands fumbled at the waist of her jeans as I undid the button. Sheri spread her legs for me but I wasn't ready to take her yet. I knew Mother was watching and I planned on giving her a good show. I caressed my sister's hips and pushed my hands into the back of her pants kneading the flesh as I switched from one nipple to the other. I thrust my led between her thighs and maneuvered her hips so that she was riding the upper part of my leg. Sheri was panting for me and I knew she would climax soon. I gripped her ass harder and pressed my thigh more firmly between hers as I rocked her hips. I could feel her body tensing as I pulled her nipple between my teeth. Tugging as I caressed it with the tip of my tongue. Sheri gripped my shoulders so hard; I could feel her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.

I pulled back not even bothering to give her a chance to calm down I knelt in front of her dragging her pants over her hips and thighs. She kicked the pants away after stepping out of them. She had decided once again to go without panties. I leaned forward and inhaled her scent before opening my lips over her wetness. I felt her knees tremble a little as I pulled the slick flesh between my lips and sucked lightly. Sheri moaned and pulled my head closer while simultaneously grinding her hips. She rubbed her pussy all over my face, leaving her scent and wetness on my skin. I gripped her thighs lessening the motion and resumed control. I spread her lips and sucked her clit into my mouth. Pulling hard and slipping to fingers into her cunt. The pressure from my lips and the penetration of my fingers had her shaking and moaning again. She was panting like she had just run a marathon when I heard a moan from behind me and turned away from her. 

Mother was sitting in a chair facing the two of us with her legs spread. Her amber eyes had been fixed on Sheri and I as three of her perfectly manicured fingers disappeared into her pussy. Her lips were slightly parted and she was moaning softly as her other hand pinched and rolled her nipple. Leaving Sheri where she stood I crawled toward my mother on my hands and knees, when I was between her thighs she pulled her fingers from her sex and rubbed them over my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked her hand clean one finger at a time as I looked into her eyes. Then I leaned forward to taste her more fully. I pushed my tongue into her savoring her flavor form the inside. Mother hips jerked forward as my fingers rolled over her clit and my tongue fucked her. Her taste was richer and deeper than Sheri's but somehow the same.

I was so engrossed in the taste, feel, texture and scent of my mother that I didn't hear Sheri approaching. I was mildly surprised when I felt her hands circle my waist and undo the button on my pants. She pulled the pants down to my knees taking my panties along with them. I spread my legs and arched my hips as much as the garment would allow and buried my face deeper between Mother's thighs. 

Sheri ran her tongue over the crack of my ass and I moaned we hadn't gone there yet and she couldn't possibly know that my ass was so sensitive. I thought I heard her laugh a little but I wasn't sure. The next moment I felt her tongue wiggle into my ass and I nearly screamed as her fingers pulled and rolled my clit. I could already feel myself going over the edge. Away from Mother's pussy and fastened my mouth to her clit pulling and stroking the sensitive bit of flesh rapidly. 

Mother was saying something and for a moment my lust-ridden brain couldn't decipher the words. After a moment what she was saying registered. 

"Raine you're such a good girl, Mama loves her good girl." The words were simple enough and in the past as a little girl they had been more than enough to make me smile. In this context they along with Sheri's tongue and fingers sent me over the edge. I laid my head in her lap moaning as I felt the tight spiral of passion that had built in me coil, then snap. Sheri spread my ass cheeks and placed a kiss on the tiny puckered hole before lowering her head to lick and suck the taste of my passion from my slick sex. I finally managed to get back to the task at hand, I spread mother's pussy again licking and sucking her clit and redoubling my efforts. I pushed two fingers into her and then worked in a third fucking her hard and fast. Like Sheri, Mother grabbed my hair gripping it tight as I worked her over. Just before I felt her pussy convulsing around my fingers she locked her thighs around my head. Her hips jerked and her muscles tensed as she moaned. The taste of her filled my mouth and her scent was all around me. I licked nibbled and sucked until I felt her thighs sweat and she pushed me away. I knelt smiling at her as Sheri ran her hands over my breasts from behind. Mother leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, sucking her taste from my tongue. 

When she pulled back her eyes were slightly glazed. "Sheri, was right you're damn good." I leaned back and turned my head to the side and looked at my sister. Her fingers were still toying with my nipples. She kissed my cheek before pressing her lips to mine briefly. 

"Mama's girl." She whispered. 

"Motherfucker." I replied laughing. 

Mother was looking at the two of us smiling. "Come on you two." 

She rose and walked from the room. For a moment I stayed where I was admiring the view. When I rose I turned and helped my sister to her feet, before collecting our clothes and following mother. 

She was in her room sitting at the foot of her bed. She held her arms open and I straddled her hips and sat on her lap. Sheri spread her legs and sat behind Mother resting her legs on the outside of mine. I leaned over mother's shoulder and captured my sister's bottom lip between my teeth. She kissed me hard and I could feel her hands pushing between mother and I to tug Mother's nipples. 

Mother moaned and bit my shoulder as her hand trailed down my belly to my cunt. 

She spread my lips open and pressed into me easily. She moved slowly in and out rubbing my clit with her palm. I moved my hips trying to make her go faster but she pulled back teasing me. 

Sheri's hand crossed under mother's arm and she began to stroke mother's pussy from behind, while slipping her other hand into her own sex. My lips switched from my sister's to my mother's as I rolled Mother's nipples between my fingers. Pinching and pulling hard. All three of us were moaning and jerking our hips. Mother had mercy on me and speed up the movement of her hand. Sheri was apparently doing a great job because both her and Mother were panting nearly as hard and fast as I was. I know I only had one orgasm but the strength of it hit me again and again making me shake shudder and break out into a sweat. When I was spent and had regained my breath and composure both Sheri and Mother were staring at me. I blushed a little, embarrassed to have lost control like that. Mother looked into my eyes and ran her hands over the side of my face.

"You're such a beautiful girl." 

I smiled at her glad that she found me beautiful. I embraced her and whispered my thanks in her ear. Sheri rested her forehead against mine and looked into my eyes. 

"Absolutely beautiful." She added 

I remembered her saying those same words months earlier in reference to the tattoo I had penned on my inner thigh and pelvic bone. Mother had to have seen it when I approached her as she sat on the bed but she hadn't said a word. 

We sat in silence for a few moments before rearranging ourselves in the bed.

Mother was lying between Sheri and I with the comforter pulled over us, looking very satisfied. She was the first to speak. 

"I've finally got both of my girls." 

I looked at her wondering which questions to ask her and Sheri first.

I figured I'd start at the beginning and work from there.

"when did this all start?" I asked. I was surprised to hear a hint of jealousy in my voice but I put it aside wanting to know the answer. 

Mother fixed me in her gaze. "Don't be jealous baby." She chastised me lightly before kissing me as if to ease any hurt feelings. I smiled a little because she had caught the hint of envy in my voice. She knew me so well. After kissing me she went on.

"it started nearly three years ago."

I was shocked and wondered how they had hidden it. Then I remembered how rarely I saw my family. Holidays certainly wouldn't constitute as quality time. 

I shrugged no use regretting the past now. 

I waited to see if Mother was going to add anything. Apparently not she fell into silence. I stared at Sheri and she just smiled an enigmatic little smile before closing her honey colored eyes. Mother kissed Sheri's lips lightly then turned to me. 

"We'll talk later, besides I have some questions about those tattoos." 

I smiled I should have known she wouldn't let it go without at least commenting. 

She kissed me on the lips and ran her hands between my thighs just resting her hand on my pussy. She cupped my sex in her hands and closed her own eyes. I clenched my thighs loosely around her still hand and closed my eyes as well. 

When I opened my eyes Sheri was already awake; watching mother and I with her head rested on her upturned hand. She smiled when she saw that I was awake before shifting to lean over mother and kiss me. Her hand cupped my breast and as she ran her tongue over my nipple she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I parted my lips for her, sucking her tongue between them as my thigh clenched around my mother still hand that was still cupping my sex. 

Mother had awakened sometime during the kiss I shared with my sister and when I relaxed my thighs her fingers ran up and down my slit. 

I spread my legs and arched my hips for the contact. Mother laughed and slid her middle finger into me easily. I was already wet and ready; She slipped another finger into me and stroked in and out. She curved her fingers putting a slight pressure in my inner walls, I arched my hips and thrust to meet Mother's strokes.

Sheri pulled her lips from mine and pressed them to Mother's shoulder. Mother replaced Sheri lips with her own giving me a sloppy open-mouthed kiss as she teased me with her fingers. She sucked and nibbled my bottom lip and I moaned into her mouth. When she pulled back her head a little to look into my eyes I begged her to make me come 

She kissed me once more before trailing her full lips over my neck. She consumed me with her lips and left tiny puddles down my abdomen, When her lips touched my pussy I sighed and she moaned and flicked her tongue out to taste me. After spreading my lips open with her fingers she ran her tongue over my clit. I pressed my hips upward and locked my ankles behind her head. 

Sheri was moaning out loud by then and when I turned and looked at my sister, she had her legs spread and her hand in her puss while the other hand pulled and tugged at her nipples. I could almost smell her scent and suddenly I had to taste her wetness.

My hand was on her thigh when I spoke. "Let me taste you Sheri."

It was a demand more than a plea and she seemed more than happy to comply. She put one knee on either side of my head and straddled my face.

Putting my hands on her hips I guided her cunt to my lips and kissed her long and hard savoring her taste. I pushed my tongue into her core as she ground her hips against my mouth. I could feel her shuddering as I stroked my tongue in and out of her. 

Sheri leaned against the headboard using one arm to support herself while the fingers on her free hand rolled her clit in hard tight circles. The taste and wetness of my sister was amazing but I was having a hard time concentrating on savoring Sheri, while my mother was stroking my clit with the tip of her tongue. 

Mother pulled the sensitive pearl of flesh between her lips and shook her head rapidly from side to side causing my entire pussy to vibrate. I stopped eating Sheri and just moaned into her slick sex. 

Not missing a beat Sheri simply grabbed a fist full of my hair and ground herself against me riding my face. I could feel her tense a moment before her wetness covered my face, I moaned into her core again as I felt my own climax. When I was spent I felt physically exhausted and slightly lethargic. It took nearly all my strength to smile as Sheri leaned over and licked her come from my face. 

Mother stayed where she was but turned her head slightly and rested it on my thigh. I could feel her running her fingernails over the image of the weeping willow tattoo. "What possessed you to get a tattoo here girl-child?" She asked softly.

I shrugged my shoulder a little then realizing she couldn't see the motion I spoke.

"I just thought it was pretty."

She pressed her lips to the leaves for just a moment before repositioning her head on my thigh. "You were absolutely right." Mother responded.

We were all silent for a few moments, then mother stood and told Sheri and I to go and make ourselves presentable. Apparently Daddy would be home soon and she wanted everything to appear normal. Sheri and I rose and kissed mother on the lips before leaving. 

I followed Sheri down the hall and into her room. There was a bathroom in my room as well but I wanted to shower with her. I hadn't asked but Sheri didn't seem to mind my being there. The warm pulsing water felt good rolling over my skin and Sherri's hands felt even better. She stood behind me and rubbed soapy circles over my wet skin as I leaned against her. 

I liked the feeling of her breasts against my back, I turned my head slightly and reached around and pulled her head toward me. We kissed slowly and gently. This time there was no passionate rush but the ever-tightening coil of arousal in my stomach was still there as I felt her tongue slipping between my lips.

I turned to face her and wrapped my arms around her neck. I was rubbing my soapy body against hers and nibbling her jaw-line, "We need to talk." I murmured against her skin.

"I know." She said brushing her mouth against mine. "Later"

I couldn't have argued if I wanted to since Sheri pushed her tongue into my mouth and ran her hands down my back to cup my ass. 

I pushed my thoughts aside and spread my legs letting my sister thrust her thigh between mine and have her way with me. I was surprised to find that an entire morning of sex did not quench my desire for her. After she pushed me over the edge I knelt in on the floor of the shower and tasted her as the hot water ran over us. 

After our shower I returned to my room to get dressed before joining my Mother in the kitchen where she was already busy preparing lunch.

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Raine & Sheri Ch. 04



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I walked into the kitchen and approached my mother, she had her back to me but I could see her watching my reflection in the glass door of the cabinet. Pressing my breasts against her back and resting my hands on her hips I whispered in her ear. “Can I help you?” Pressing back against me she shook her head slightly. “No I’m almost finished.” Running my hands upward I brushed my fingertips against the sides of her abdomen and over her ribcage. I could feel the heat of her skin even through the fitted black v neck sweater she wore. Cupping her breasts in my hands I lowered my head slightly to run my tongue over her neck nipping at the skin lightly with my teeth. If I hadn’t been right behind her I might not have heard the little moan that escaped her throat. I wanted to throw her down on the kitchen floor and take her right then and there but the slamming of the front door meant Daddy was home. 

I jumped away from her as if the heat from her skin had burned me. By the time Daddy had walked down the short hallway and entered the kitchen I was sitting at the table. I looked everywhere but at him feeling guilty that not only was my mother having an affair, she was having it with my sister and I. I sighed and stood up retrieving the dishes to set the table. My life had gone from being reasonably stable to being precarious and off kilter. It would figure that the two women I loved the most would be behind all my new found confusion. I didn’t regret what had transpired for even a moment but I had my doubts as to whether or not I could handle it.

The images of the three of us entangled played through my mind while my thoughts buzzed like background noise. What if I or we ruined our family? What if Daddy found out? What if I couldn’t handle it and a rift formed between my mother and I and then again between Sheri and I? I had plenty of questions but as of yet no answers came to mind. Sheri breezed into the room just as Mother set the last dish of food on the table. I was trapped between lust and doubt and could hardly taste the food let alone enjoy it. I glanced at Sheri to see if maybe she was experiencing any of what I was feeling; her expression told me she wasn’t thinking of much beyond sex. 

It dawned on me that Sheri wasn’t new to all of this, a fact that I had almost forgotten. I made up my mind to question the hell out of her before I touched so much as a hair on her head. I had to get my answers before I got too deep. Yeah right too deep, I know I’m already drowning. 

After lunch I helped to clean up then went to my room to think. The room had Sheri all over it and I kept losing my train of thought, I was thinking of just how fun it would be to tie her to the bed and have my way with her when I heard a knock on the door. Before I could utter a word Sheri swung the door open and entered the room, nearly slamming the door behind her. I smiled at her wondering for a moment if my thoughts had somehow summoned her. Shaking the thought out of my head I ran my fingers through my hair. Sheri’s eyes tracked my motions, as she leaned back against the door. “What’s the matter Raine?” She asked

“We need to talk” I told her with a level stare. Lust ran like an undercurrent beneath my skin, it took all my willpower to keep my thoughts on track but there were things that I wanted to know and assurances I needed to have. Sheri walked over to the bed and seated herself by my side. I looked at her for a moment before speaking up and asking possibly the weirdest question that had ever passed my lips. “How long have you been fucking Mother?” Sheri laughed because I had blurted out my question or perhaps because of the way I had phrased it. 

When she regained her composure she returned my stare and grew serious, “About Three years.” She said 

“Well, how did it start?” I asked trying to hide my shock

Sheri looked uncertain of how to begin. “It started with Mother and Sandra.” I looked at her hard, Sandra was my mother’s sister older than she was by a year. The woman was a raging bitch but one hell of a looker. I sat there staring and waiting for my sister to go on. Seeing that my only response was widened eyes and slightly parted lips Sheri continued. 

“I walked in on them and well, it was sort of you know hot. At first I was like Oh my god what the hell.” She paused “You know?”

I nodded my head pretending to know the feeling.

Well anyway the first time I just walked out. Mother came after me and caught me before I could storm out and book an appointment with the first available shrink. She asked me how I felt about what I had just seen. I told her I was disgusted and traumatized. She said “oh really” and slipped her hand down my pants before I could back away.” 

I was picturing the scene in my head as Sheri spoke. She was right it was hot. The Images flashing in my brain sent little shocks to my pussy. 

“She laughed at me when she realized I was turned on. She said it didn’t seem like I was that put out. Then she dipped her finger into me and swirled it around. She had me shaking and clinging to her before I could process what was going on.” Sheri stopped talking and seemed to be reliving the scene herself. 

“Did you sleep with Aunt Sandra?” I asked her and although I hadn’t known it was there a hint of jealousy tinged my voice as I spoke. 

Sheri refocused her eyes as if just noticing I was still there. She smiled. “Yes” 

I nodded and again felt the little electric pulses of arousal at the thought of my sister and our Aunt and our Mother. I was entertaining thoughts that would never have occurred to me six months ago. Fuck why was I the gay one and the only woman in the family who hadn’t been in on the lesbian action? What was that all about? 

“How come no one made a move on me before?” I asked my sister. Once again jealousy tinged and colored my words 

Sheridon laughed then catching the hurt that I know flashed across my face she stopped. When she spoke again her tone was gentle and almost placating. “Raine you don’t know how you seem, you seem infallible, and more than that you seem so self-assured. Mother needed me and she wanted me. We or at least I knew that you didn’t and never really would.” 

The last part of her sentence was so soft I barely heard. I didn’t like the way my entire family seemed to view me but I realized it was my own fault. I had cut down and controlled the lines of communication, not wanting to fail made me both stubborn and prideful so even when I did need my family I hadn’t told them so. The image they had was the one I had allowed them to have. I pushed the thoughts from my head promising to mull them over later. 

Taking Sheri’s hand in mine I looked into her eyes and smiled. “I’ll always need you and as for wanting...” I pulled her closer while leaning in slightly to kiss her lips. She opened to me and I slipped my tongue into her mouth tasting her. She moaned and pulled back a little. “I want you more.” She told me, I started to object but this was no time to argue, instead I stood and straddled her lap. Her hands ran up and down my back as I linked my arms around her neck. For long uninterrupted moments I kissed her, full deep open mouthed kisses that left the both of us panting. 

She slipped her hand beneath my shirt and traced a path up the sensitive skin of my belly traveling slowly and steadily her nails raised goose bumps along my arms. I moaned when she pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and licked my lips. Pulling her head back slightly she looked into my eyes as she tugged my nipple rolling the flesh gently as she pulled outward. 

I bit my lip and held back a moan but she ran her other hand up my shirt and began to roll and tug both of my nipples as she watched my face. I arched my back and moaned aloud. She laughed low and deep. “Say mercy.” I shook my head at her and dug my teeth into my bottom lip as she tugged harder. “Say mercy baby.” 

She said again looking intently at my face. I moaned but still wouldn’t give in, Sheri never had been able to beat me at the childhood game and I wasn’t about to let her best me now. I leaned forward slightly and slipped my hand between her spread thighs. She clearly wasn’t wearing underwear, I ran my index finger up and down her slit teasing her, she was already getting wet from the slight contact and a hint of her scent was creeping into the air. Sheri parted her legs for me moaning as I slipped my finger between her inner lips and massaged the silky skin. 

I was teasing her, avoiding her clit as I stroked up and down. She leaned in and lifted my shirt biting my nipple hard. I moaned as she swirled her tongue over the hard peak. I slipped my finger into her and swirled it feeling the soft tightness of her inner walls. Sheri thrust her hips looking for a hard fuck but I withdrew slowly. 

A knock on the door made us spring apart like guilty teenagers. I fixed my clothes and Sheri pulled her dress down, before I walked over and opened the door, glad that Sheri had had the foresight to lock it in the first place. 

My mother stood in the doorway completely naked. Her hands were twined in my hair and her lips spread over mine before I could so much as blink. I fell into her embrace naturally, letting my body press fully against her as I parted my lips for her. She kissed me deep and hard and I moaned against her lips ready to be consumed by her. When she pulled her mouth from mine she laughed and put her hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back. Caught off guard I stumbled a little as I backed into the room. Mother laughed again and once we were both in the room she shut and locked the door again. 

“Now what could my girls be up to behind closed and locked doors?” Mother asked with a laugh. 

Sherri had risen from her seat on the bed and stepped up behind me pressing her breasts into my back as she embraced me from behind, running her palms over my thighs and hips she cupped my breasts and squeezed gently. I kept my eyes fixed on mother and I knew Sherri was watching her too. Mother lowered her eyelids slightly and parted her lips taking in an audible breath when Sheri ran her hands back down my frame and pulled my dress up. Her hands caressed my thighs again then she ran her fingernails against my skin making me moan. She slipped her left hand into my panties sliding her finger up and down my slit rapidly. I could feel myself leaking and for a fleeting moment I was embarrassed at the extent of my wetness, I was fairly dripping. 

Sheri rubbed my clit with the palm of her hand as she bent her middle finger and entered me, I moaned again as she fingered me hard and fast making my inner thighs tremble and my knees weak. Mother was still watching us as she lightly stroked her own pussy and smirked. I arched my hips as Sheri fucked me and I stared into my mother’s eyes shaking with the intensity of the climax that was just around the corner. Mother licked her lips slowly and slipped her ring and middle finger into her mouth, slowly as if she were going down on a man. When she pulled her fingers out they were shiny and wet, with a wink she spread her legs a little wider and pushed her wet fingers into her pussy. 

That’s the moment that I lost it, I couldn’t have been quiet if my very life depended on it, I felt hot and liquid as I came all over Sheri’s fingertips, moaning and gasping. If my sister hadn’t been behind me supporting almost all of my weight I might have collapsed on the ground, but she held me up and kept stroking and rubbing my pussy lightly, sending intense aftershocks coursing through my body. When I could focus I turned my attention to my mother; she was still sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy slowly as if she had all the time in the world. Almost without thinking I dropped to my knees and crawled toward her putting my face within inches of her cunt. 

She moved her hand and gripped my head pulling me in and pushing her hips up toward me. I opened my mouth and sucked as much of her as I could into it, running my tongue all over her. The muscles in her thighs tightened then loosened under my hands and she moaned my name. I pulled back a little and used my fingertips to spread her lips before focusing in on her clit. At first I flicked it beneath the tip of my tongue hard and slow, teasing her and trying to see what exactly made her lose control. She pulled my face closer and I sucked her clit between my lips pulling hard and running my tongue over the tip. Her hips rose and fell faster as I moved my head from side to side. I could feel her hot wet heat spreading over my lips and chin and her smell was everywhere. 

I absolutely loved it. Gripping my hair mother ground my face against her pussy, moving her hips faster and faster as she fucked my face. I slipped a finger into her and kept licking and sucking at her clit making her moan over and over again. I knew she was close and I slipped a second and then a third finger into her filling her up and stretching her out. Curving my fingers slightly I fucked her hard. Within moments she was moaning panting and coming for me. 

Standing up I kissed her hard on the lips and pulled her to the bed. Sheri had stripped and was lounging naked on the bed smiling at the two of us, while her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt making a wet sucking noise in the suddenly silent room. I lay next to her and she leaned over to lick my face clean as Mother settled beside me and reached across my body to touch her. 

I parted my lips as my sister ran her tongue over them softly. I reached between her legs and pulled her hand away replacing it with my own. Sheri scooted her hips forward slightly as I slipped my middle finger into her wetness, Mother had moved from my side and positioned herself so that her head was facedown in Sheri’s lap. I could hear her slurping and licking and I could feel Sheri’s muscles tightening around my probing finger, as my sister spread her legs wider letting her own hand fall between my legs. She was stroking me lightly as I pushed a second and then a third finger into her core. She moaned and moved he hips forward wordlessly begging for the penetration. I fucked Sheri hard and fast as Mother continued to lick and suck her clit. She was bucking her hips and a sudden scream tapered off into a long loud moan as she arched her back. Sheri’s motions almost threw Mother off of her as she lifted her bucking hips several inches off of the bed, I could feel her muscles squeezing and gripping my fingers as her wetness thickened and increased. 

Sheri let out another half scream that made its way into a deep moan before her body relaxed. I moved my hand away from her and sucked my fingers dry as I watched mother reposition my sister and herself. On her back now next to me Sheri spread her legs again and looked into my eyes while our Mother went down on her. Sheri’s lips were slightly parted and her brown skin glistened with a sheen of sweat she was moaning and whimpering quietly now as she reached for my hand. I spread my fingers letting her link hers between mine as I leaned over and kissed her softly. My free hand crept to her left breast and I rolled the stiff nipple in slow hard circles. 

Leaning back I hovered above my sister watching her face, one of my hands still gripped hers and the other pulled and tugged at her nipples as I looked at her. For the first time I had the full pleasure of watching my sister’s face as she climaxed, Her breathing quickened and seemed heavy and hot as it escaped her lungs through full half open lips, her skin was flushed and her honey colored eyes were wide open and sparkling when her hips moved under our mother’s lips her eyes deepened and seemed to sparkle like liquid gold. She was absolutely breathtaking as her eyes closed for a moment and she shuddered and trembled. When she opened her eyes she smiled at me and lifted her free hand to brush beads of sweat from her hairline, as she squeezed my fingers in hers. 

Mother licked a path up Sheri’s bell and between her breasts as she moved up her body. Sheri’s dropped her hand from her head and twined it in Mother’s dark hair pulling her closer. Well lay there quietly with Mother on top of Sheri and me next to them, facing them as I held my sister’s hand and gently stroke my mother’s smooth sweaty back. The room absolutely reeked of sin and sex as I closed my eyes. 

I thought hours had passed but I the clock on the bedside table told me it had only had only been about twenty minutes. Mother had shifted to Sheri’s side and now all three of us were laying side by side in the bed without so much as an inch of extra room. Mother and Sheri had been talking about Thanksgiving in hushed tones and when I opened my eyes they suddenly quieted. Ignoring their sudden silence I smiled and stretched letting go of Sheri’s hand in the process. Mother smiled and blew me a kiss from across my sister’s body. I leaned over and gave her the real thing before settling back and resting my head on my curved arm. “So when will Auntie be here?” I asked reffering to my Aunt Sandra, most of the time we just called her Auntie. 

“Two days.” My mother said with a smirk. “Why?” I smiled obviously she had figured out that Sheri had told me about Auntie and her little smirk said she thought she had me all figured out. 

“Because I’m going to seduce her.” I said with a smirk of my own. Both my mother and Sheri looked at me, Auntie wasn’t the kind of woman you went to, she was the type that made demands and came to you. Mother arched an eyebrow. “Well girl-child if anyone can do that it’s you.” 

I laughed. “Oh it’s as good as done. 

to be continued...

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Part five is on the way , please take the time to leave a public comment or send feedback, consider it as a thank you to me. Or if you hated all of it consider it a fuck you, then ask yourself why you indulged fully in something you abhor. Regards Destinie21 



Raine & Sheri Ch. 05



Auntie arrived a day sooner than my Mother had said and I wondered if she had lied to me or if Auntie really did get the dates mixed up like the two of them claimed. I suspected it was the former and not the latter seeing as I couldn't remember my aunt ever having mixed up anything but a drink. The fact that Mother had lied or was suspected of lying didn't bother me in the least, after all I was pretty much beyond surprise. And we all had been keeping secrets hadn‘t we? 

Auntie arrived with her attitude and heinous offspring in tow. Robin was my cousin and if I were some spandex clad super diva she would have been my arch nemesis. The bitch worked my nerves like that shit was a job. She was older than me by about two months and she had never let me forget it, not that it mattered now that we were both grown, but believe me in the times of Barbie's and my little pony dolls she had ruled with an iron fist. When we'd gotten a little older our mother's had kept us in constant competition or at least that's the way I saw it, they would sit and compare us like purebreds at a dog show. Luckily I had grown out of the need to compete before I'd even entered high school. I could only be my best and no one else's. Robin hadn't grown out of that need and if she hadn't stayed on my nerves so damn much I might have felt sorry for her or at least taken a moment to wonder why she had such an intense need to be or feel that she was better than everyone else. 

The little bitch didn't even acknowledge me when I answered the door. Auntie was still sitting behind the wheel of their huge ass SUV and appeared to be talking on a cell phone . Robin set her bags down on the porch and left them there as she pushed past me and entered without so much as a hello. If she expected me to bring them in she had clearly lost her monkey ass mind. I left the bags where they sat and closed the door leaving it unlocked for Auntie. Mother had gone shopping for all the thanksgiving fixins and Sheri was in her room, so for the moment I was stuck with Robin. She whipped her sunglasses off and flopped down on the sofa in the living room sighing. I looked at her wondering if she had eaten in the past year. She was so damn skinny it looked like a hearty sneeze might send her flying. In addition to being Skeletor she had dyed her once black hair to a frightening shade of auburn that made my retinas itch. 

"Do you have anything to drink?" She demanded. 

I'm sure , you do remember where the kitchen is don't you?" I asked her settling on the opposite sofa. She looked at me hard and sighed again before getting up and heading into the kitchen. She was slamming shit around and generally acting a fool which I ignored. I would have retreated to my room except for the fact that I wanted to see Auntie. My stomach was already quivering with excitement over the many possibilities of seduction that played through my head like a streaming video file. I didn't have to wait too long Auntie came in the house within moments as if my thoughts of her had summoned her. 

I knew I was staring but that didn't stop me from doing so. Believe me you would stare too, She was tall, full bodied, cocoa brown, and dark eyed. Her face was all cheek bones and full lips. Her hair was cut into a sleek stylish bone straight, jet-black bob. It was hard to imagine that she was the same skinny girl that had stood with my mother in those old photographs, with a mass of unruly black hair and a look that said "fuck you." even way back then. I smiled at her when my lips decided to function again and was able to mutter "Hello Auntie." She looked at me hard and for some reason I started to blush. Hoping she hadn't seen I jumped up and brushed past her. 

"Let me see to your bags." I said walking right out of the room. 

"Oh that's ok Lorraine don't bother I'll take them up myself." She had brought her bags into the house and set them at the foot of the stairs before entering the living room. I turned back not sure what to do, so like a fool I just stood there. Auntie was staring at me again in a way that wasn't altogether familial. Had she always looked at me like that and I'd just failed to notice or did she know what I was thinking, or what I had done? I felt myself starting to blush again and wondered how the hell I was ever going to seduce her if she made me as flustered as a school girl with a simple look. 

A slight smirk played across her glossed lips and she parted them as if to speak. She never got the chance because Robin walked back into the room. She glared at me and I glared right back hating her for making me miss whatever Auntie had been about to say. 

Auntie turned away from me and looked at her daughter. 

"Robi why did you leave your things on the porch?" Robin glared at me again. "I thought as our hostess Raine would have enough sense to bring them in. Obviously her manners are lacking." 

I wanted to run over there and shake the hell out of her skinny little ass but instead I smiled. 

"Technically this is my mother's house which would make her your hostess, besides you're family not guests which means you can get your own damn bags." 

"Whatever." 

She left the room in a huff and made plenty of noise opening and slamming the door, and then getting her lone suitcase off of the porch. She made even more noise dragging the damn thing up the stairs. Unless she had cadaver crammed in there there's no earthly way that the bag was that heavy. Yes that's right you guessed it drama queens run in my family. 

Auntie closed her eyes for a moment as if saying a silent prayer. More likely she was cursing the demon that had impregnated her and with the succubus that was my cousin. She seemed to be proud enough to rave about her daughter to any family member who would listen and even the ones who wouldn't but she couldn't seem to stand the girl when it came to one on one interaction. Not that I could blame her much. Robin was selfish and spoiled rotten thanks mostly to her father. Auntie had been divorced from Juan 20 years but he had maintained a relationship with his only child. Robin had been to the most expensive schools money could buy and given every gift she'd ever him asked for, I knew for a fact that Auntie had never really been able to discipline Robin because her daughter had no idea what it was like to be denied anything. Juan met no phone privileges immediately with the purchase of a cell phone. No car just meant he'd call a car service to take her where she wanted to go. Because of that she had grown from a spoiled little girl to a spoiled woman who was in a word sickening. 

After her moment of silence Auntie opened her eyes and graced me with a wide smile. We jokingly referred to her as the politician, because no matter what the circumstances she could produce that same brilliant smile. 

"So what have you been up to?" She asked 

"No good." I replied being more of a smart ass than I usually was with her 

She looked me up and down slowly. "Yeah right. You? The good one, I'll believe that when I see it." She said 

" Well then I can't wait to show you." With that I walked out of the room I headed down the hall to my room and would have made it too if Sheri hadn't opened her door and yanked me into her room. I hit my head on the doorframe but was otherwise fine. She glanced around the hallway before shutting the door, and pinning me to it. She kissed the place where I'd bumped my head before kissing my lips. When she pulled away I was breathless and a little dazed. 

"Auntie and Robin are here." I said 

"Yeah I know." 

"Well aren't you going to say hello?"

"No, right now I'm going to fuck you." 

"Sheri no." 

She leaned in closer so that her lips were close enough for me to feel her breath as she spoke. 

"Are you telling me you don't want me?" She asked running her fingers under my shirt, and letting her nails caress my skin. 

"Of course not..." she cut my answer off with another question. "Are you telling me it's not mine?" She ran her left hand downward over my abdomen and then between my legs to cup my pussy. "No Sheri, it's yours, but..."

"Then let me have it." She said cutting me off again, and staring into my eyes.    

I wrapped my arms around her neck and closed the space between our lips. Pulling her bottom lip between my teeth I nibbled lightly as I ran my hands up and down the back of the satin robe she was wearing. She pressed herself closer to me still massaging my pussy with the palm of her hand. Breaking the kiss I pushed her away and then stepped around her, She turned to me and watched as I pulled the tight pink shirt I'd been wearing over my head. She kept on looking as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips, thighs and calves and kicked them away. When I stood I took of my plain black bra and tossed it at her she caught it with a giggle and advanced on me. As she walked she undid the sash on her robe and shrugged the garment to the floor, then she pushed me onto the bed and we fell in a tangle of arms and legs both of us giggling like children 

She pinned me to the bed, straddling my hips and grinding her pussy against mine as she pressed the backs of my hands against the mattress. There was no laughter now, just deep low moans as her wetness slid up against mine. The air was already thickening with the smells of and sounds of sex. 

I could already feel the tiny spark of excitement in the pit of my stomach growing into a fire. She kept grinding her hips in slow tight circles letting her pelvic bone hit my clit. 

"Who's is it?" she asked me 

I wasn't much of a sexual talker and I didn't answer, although I had heard her. Sheri's question turned into a demand 

"Who's is it." Again I didn't answer her this time she got a little bit rougher with the motion of her hips and squeezed my hands harder pressing them more firmly into the bed.

"Who's is it." This time she said it trough clenched teeth and this time I answered. 

"It's yours Sheri, it yours." 

She smiled then laughed deep in the back of her throat. I was moaning her name and gripping her hands as she thrust me over the edge. 

When I walked out of her room I was smiling, I made it into my room undetected and thanked God that the guest rooms were on the second floor. I had meant to take a shower but once I was in the room the bed drew me like a moth to the flame. I stripped and lay down across the comforter falling into the deep dreamless sleep of a well-satisfied woman. 

I awoke a few hours later to the smells and sounds of the upcoming holiday. I didn't bother with more than a quick wash up and a change of pants before joining mother Sheri and Auntie in the kitchen. 

Everyone was busy cooking and barely spared me a second glance when I stepped into the room, I observed them all quietly. Sheri sat at the table crumbling the cornbread that would become the basis for our stuffing, mother was at the sink with her back to the others washing mustard and collard greens, so that they would be free of the grit and grime of the earth and auntie was standing at the counter cutting up the potatoes that would be used in the potato salad. Robin to the shock of no one, was sitting at the table doing nothing. In my youth I had resented her laziness in the kitchen, but now I thanked God for it because that girl couldn't cook her way out of a paper bag and her slothfulness was probably at this very moment saving us all from botulism and salmonella. Sheri looked up and a smile started in her eyes and meandered slowly to her full lips. 

"Hey Raine." she said 

I returned her smile and offered a "hey" of my own. We stared at each other for a beat to long and when I turned away I saw both Mother and Auntie smirking at the two of us with a knowing look. I just shrugged and smiled before heading over to the table to start helping to prepare for the holiday feast. 

Even though it was still two days until thanksgiving we were already preparing for the single afternoon of gluttony. We cooked and nibbled and laughed in the way only three females bond by blood can. For as while we all forgave the petty animosities that lingered on the periphery of every family gathering and reminisced over the old times, that didn't seem so bad right then. Eventually even Robin joined in the idle chitchat. We stopped cooking to eat sandwiches and drink a little wine, after that we were all going to continue with the preparations but in less than a quarter if an hour we sort of abandoned our stations and began wandering around and cleaning up. We were calling it a night although none of us admitted it. 

After the kitchen was as clean as it could be at present I headed into the living room, Mother and Auntie were seated on the sofa talking in hushed tones, they quieted as soon as I walked into the room. 

Laughing I walked out of the room and said "Carry on."

I walked down the hallway headed to my room, I stopped for a moment at Sheri's door and even raised my hand to knock but paused at the last minute.

Stepping away from her door I continued the short journey to my room. I had a seduction to plan and Sheri's presence wasn't likely to help one little bit. I was sitting on the foot of my bed thinking when I heard a knock on the door. I suspected it was Sheri and the very thought brought a smile to my face. When I opened the door I was surprised to see Mother standing there. I stepped back allowing her to enter the room before shutting the door behind her. She looked at me for a few moments with a hint of a smile playing across her lips. I wasn't exactly sure what she wanted so I waited for her to make it known. 

She never had the chance as she opened her mouth to speak there was another faint knock on the door, without waiting for an invitation into the room Sheri opened the door. I was glad I wasn't modest or anything what with Sheri constantly barging into my room and all. Sheri glanced at Mama and then her eyes were on me again. She leaned forward and I opened my arms to embrace her. Our lips met and kissing her felt like home. When she stepped back I knew she had felt at least some of what I was experiencing. We were still chest to chest and I could feel her heart racing right along with my own. I should have taken my beating heart and shortness of breath as a sign but as usual my all around stubborness and willful igonorance allowed me to dismiss the tangible feelings that would have given me an introspective look into my emotions. My mother however had no such reservations abd when I looked at her she narrowed her eyes as if she would be able to examine me more closely through her almost closed lids. I looked away and focused my attention on everything but her eyes. I could still feel her looking at me although I I couldn't see her expression I could sense her discontent. Sheri hadn't looked away from my face for even a moment and I felt suspended between their gazes. Without speaking a word Mother stood and walked past the two of us and out of the room. I didn't have time to ponder her actions nor did I wish to closely examine her parting look. Sheri was all over me before mother's foot steps faded on the hard wood floors of the hallway. 

I accepted her advances willingly and submitted to the waves of lust that seemed to be ever present between the two of us. She kissed my lips as if she intended to consume me then moved her lips to my neck leaving trails of wetness on my skin as she licked kissed and sucked. She undressed me as she moved lower. foreplay wasn't on her mind just then and I can't really say that I cared. With Sheri I was almost always aroused long before she even touched me so there was no need to work me up. It seemed being in her presence for any extended period of time was foreplay enough. She was kneeling between my legs now, spreading my pussy lips apart and running her tongue up and down in hard fast strokes. My hips were moving in motion with the rhythm of her tongue. Then she had two fingers in me as she sucked my clit between her lips and nibbled the flesh lightly. I was panting and moaning as she took me over the edge. She wound me up until I almost forgot myself and screamed her name. Sheri found this to be highly amusing and from time to time would emit a sound that was part low moan and part laughter. She didn't stop until I grabbed her hair and pulled her away all but begging her to stop. It didn't help that I could barely breathe let alone be bothered to construct coherent sentences. Still she got the message and laughed once more before sliding up and lying next to me on the bed. When I recovered my breath and most of my senses I tried to return the favor Sheri had so vigorously bestowed upon me but she laid her hand on my upper arm and stopped me. 

"No" she said "What?" I asked. I had certainly heard what she said I just couldn't understand what she meant, in the short time that we'd been together she had never once refused my touch, so this was altogether new.

"Just hold me Raine." She said, as if that was enough of an explanation, and surprisingly it was enough. I had never been the type who was prone to non sexual touching and certainly nothing as ridiculous as cuddling. As usual though Miss Sheridon Regina Lane was redefining the kind of person I had always thought I was. 

Because she had asked me too and also because I genuinely wanted to, I held her in my arms. I was able to look into her hazel eyes for long uninterrupted moments and what I thought I saw there made my heart skip a beat then beat double time as if to make up for the lapse. I didn't know if it was joy fear or an acute heart attack. 

Sheri smiled as if she could somehow look in my face and read the thoughts racing through my brain, then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before reaching to turn of the beside lamp. When the room darkened I immediately missed the sight of her eyes. I had it bad for her and that shook me up a bit. Still I drifted off to sleep entangled in a naked embrace with Sheri that was anything but sisterly. 

I woke the next morning feeling as though I was being watched, I opened my eyes and scanned the room. Mother was standing across the room with her back pressed against the door as if barring the only exit, or entrance. Her arms were crossed beneath her breasts and she looked tired and weary. It occurred to that I should have locked the door the previous night before falling asleep. Should haves tend to be nothing but regrets so I dismissed the thought and rose from the bed. Sheri didn't even stir as I disengaged myself from her embrace. She was a heavy sleeper and probably wouldn't have stirred if I'd stood up and jumped on the bed like a toddler. 

Mother obviously hadn't come to exchange cookie recipes with me and so I could only assume she was there to talk to me. I grabbed my robe and put it on tying the sash tightly at the waist , when I was properly covered she moved away from the door so that she could turn and open it. We left the bedroom and walked silently to the kitchen. The coffee was already brewed which meant she had planned all this. I sighed quietly, if this talk required coffee it wasn't going to be fun, amusing or even pleasant. Mother poured us both a cup of coffee and after it had been flavored to our respective likings I started to take a seat at the table. She shook her head. I hated it when she went all-quiet like this. We were too much alike in that aspect. When she made her features unreadable and suppressed her emotions I could depend only upon verbalization, which she was currently withholding. 

We ended up on the deck the sun was bright enough to keep the coolness of the ocean air from being chilly. Mother finally spoke and although her voice was soft it still startled me after all the silence. 

"You can't love her." She said.




Raine & Sheri Ch. 05



I kept quiet a while longer before replying. "Apparently I can"

"You'll only get hurt or hurt her. You can't love her you know that." 

"If it were just me I'd make that sacrifice Mother but it's too late." 

"Why?" She paused "did you tell her?"

I shook my head. "No I didn't tell her but I think she loves me too."

"Jesus Lorraine, wake up, that girl has been in love with you for years, you just weren't supposed to fall for her."

For the first time since we'd come outside I looked at her. She looked back. There was no anger in her face nor had there been any in her words, but in her eyes I saw two things. Pity and hurt. I wondered now if the warning had been for me or for the girl she once was. The pity was for Sheri and I but the hurt wasn't empathetic it was known. 

I turned away looking once more at the rich well-kept landscape of the backyard. I didn't want to see her hurt or her pity. She touched my arm and once she spoke, so quietly in fact that I couldn't really be sure if she was talking to me or to herself. 

"It's not going to be easy to let her go. It's going to be the hardest thing you'll ever have to do." 

I looked at her again and saw that she was crying quietly. I placed my hand on top of hers where it rested on my arm. 

"I don't want to let her go." I whispered.

"You may not have too; she might leave before you have the chance to give her up." Again I wondered if her words were for me or for herself. Not wanting to hear anymore and knowing that nothing was going to be resolved with words I stood. As I walked back into the house and shut the sliding door my heart broke a thousand times for the woman who sat on the deck weeping in the early morning sun, and mourning a lost love. 

Sheri was just waking up when I reentered the bedroom, the digital clock on the bedside table told me I had been gone for a little more than an hour. It was just barely nine-o clock. Sheri stretched her arms over her head and then rubbed her eyes before stretching her whole body. She'd been waking up like that all her life, I smiled remembering the same routine I'd just witnessed being preformed by a five year old Sheri. It was still damn cute. Her hair was rumpled and although she had preformed her little wake up routine she still wasn't fully awake. 

"Good morning gorgeous" I said blowing her a kiss, before turning and locking the door. 

" I am not gorgeous, at least right now anyway." She said emerging from the bed. 

I looked her over from head to toe and then let my eyes travel back up slowly. "Oh yes you are." 

She smiled and my heart fluttered. I knew that if anyone else had said what I'd just thought I'd probably have puked or at the very least gagged. I was totally strung out on her and I knew it. Sheri retreated to the bathroom to swig some mouthwash and was her face and I followed. I brushed my teeth while I stared at her in the mirror. She wrinkled her nose and told me to stop staring. When my mouth was rinsed free of toothpaste foam I informed her that I couldn't help it. She giggled and kissed me, pressing her soft full lips to mine. We eventually made it into the bedroom and ended up tumbling into the bed with Sheri pulling me on top of her. I pulled back slightly resting most of my weight on my arms I looked down at her face. She was definitely gorgeous and I was absolutely in love with her. I knew hurting her was out of the question I'd stay with her for as long as she would have me. If I ended up with a broken heart or weeping on a patio deck twenty years down the line then so be it. 

"What's the matter?" Sheri asked looking nonplussed. I hadn't realized I was crying until she reached up and touched the tears on my cheek. 

"Nothing." 

"That's a whole lot of nothing, if it's got you crying like that."

I straddled her hips and sat up straight using both of my hands to wipe away the tears. I couldn't really pinpoint why I was crying let alone explain it to her. Leaning down I resumed my position and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a kiss meant to start anything; it was just my lips touching hers. Pulling back so that our faces were only inches apart I spoke barely above a whisper.

"I love you Sheri." 

Her eyes widened and she stared for a moment. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean that I am in love with you." I punctuated each word with a tiny kiss on her face. 

"cross your heart" she demanded. 

I leaned back and drew an X over my heart with my right index finger. "Cross my heart," I said looking into her eyes.

She smiled at me and said "Guess what." 

"What?" I asked slightly annoyed that she would start a game of twenty questions right now.

"I love you too; for years and years as a matter of fact. Did you know you were my first crush?"

"No I wasn't you first crush was Leonardo Dicaprio when he was on "Growing Pains" and you know it" I laughed because I taken that tidbit of knowledge directly from one of those lying celebrity rag mags that totally made up biographies to suit the tastes of the pop buying masses. 

Instead of laughing she looked touched. "So you do keep up with me in the magazines. I knew you were a fan"

"I own every CD you've ever put out, and I'll have you know that I still have a tape of your seventh grade talent show." 

"I sent you those CD's and no you do not have any such tape." 

"I would have brought them even if you hadn't sent them and I do too have that tape. I also have a tape of a certain three-year-old singing at church on Christmas morning. "Oh come let us adore him" I think it was" I said knowing full well that was the very song she'd sung from three to seven at St something or other church on Christmas morning. 

Before she could respond I leaned over and kissed her lips. She kissed me back opening her mouth beneath mine and touching the tip of her tongue to mine. My hands wandered over the hills and valleys of her body, following familiar paths and staking claim on every single part of her. She moaned and squirmed beneath me as my lips moved from her mouth to her neck to her chest. I consumed her slowly savoring every bit of her. I nipped at her firm skin with my teeth and swirled my tongue over her flesh and Sheri moaned. At first her moans were just deep throaty sounds but as I dipped lower running my tongue between her nether lips she began to moan and pant my name. I caressed the soft folds of flesh adding wetness to wetness and making her clamp her legs around my head and grip my scalp with her nails. I spread her lips open pressing my mouth to her hole I sucked gently pulling her flavor from her core and her hips jerked beneath me, I pulled back only slightly and pulled her clit between my lips alternately sucking and licking the sensitive flesh. Sheri was definitely panting for me then and trembling as she climaxed. 

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Raine & Sheri



Sheri entered the room quietly and sat at the end of the sofa near my crossed feet, she had a glass of wine in her hand and she sipped it once before placing it on the coffee table. 

"Pick that up." I shouted. She nearly knocked the glass over in her haste.

"What's wrong with you girl?"

"Sheri that table is made of an Indonesian door, you'll stain it with the moisture from the glass." 

She rolled her eyes then stared at me. "You don't have to have a stroke about it." 

"I was just telling you."

"No you were telling the whole tri state area, do you mind if I put it on this glass table or is this some sort of special magical glass?"

Glaring at her I asked "would it kill you to use a fucking coaster?" I pointed to a decorative little box that had hand painted bamboo coasters inside.

"Can I walk over and get them or would you like me to fly, so my feet don't contaminate the floor."

"I'd like you to stop being such a god damn smart-ass."

"I'd like you to stop being so fucking anal." she replied standing up to retrieve a coaster. She slammed it on the table and placed the glass on it.

I nearly smiled, this is how I expected the visit to go. I was comfortable and familiar with this type of interaction, in fact I was relieved by the return to regularity. I read my book while she flipped through a magazine that had been on the table. I tried to concentrate on the book but gave up after reading only three pages. I guess James Patterson and me would have to wait until my sister was out of my hair to get literary. I put the book on the glass table nearest to my end of the couch and stood. Sheri gasped as I headed away from her causing me to turn and look at her. 

"What?" Her eyes were wide with shock. "You got a tattoo, Mother is going to kill you." I snorted and instinctively touched my lower back where three small Chinese symbols permanently marked the skin. "Sheri I'm a grown woman and the last time I checked this was my body, besides Mother hasn't seen it yet."

She scoffed "I can't believe it you're the good girl. How many tattoos do you have anyway?" I laughed out loud I hadn't been a good girl in more than seven years. "Two."

Her eyes widened again. "Where's the other one."

"In a place you haven't seen since the last time we took a bath together." For a moment the image of her kissing the small weeping willow I had tattooed on upper and innermost thigh crossed my mind. The leaves of the spanned over the right side of my pussy and would have been lost in my pubic hair had I had any. It was almost too erotic for words. She shook her head in disbelief. 

"Down there?" Her eyes dropped to my crotch. 

"Yes Sheri down there." I rolled my eyes hoping she hadn't caught the flash of desire in them.

"Let me see."

It was my turn to shake my head. "No I don't think so." Before she could say another word I turned and headed to the kitchen, it wasn't full sixty seconds before she was following me. I looked at her with one eyebrow raised in question as I reached into the dishwasher for a glass. 

"I just came to check on dinner." She crossed behind me and opened the oven to peer at inside. When she had finished inspecting the contents of the oven she turned to me with a half smile playing on her lips. 

"I can't believe you have a tattoo"

I rolled my eyes "Girl please."

"So what do those symbols mean?" I sipped the juice I had poured before answering. "Strength, courage and wisdom." 

She nodded and smiled a little wider. "So what's the other one of?" Her eyes dropped to my crotch as she asked. 

"A tree." I smiled a little thinking of how Asha jokingly referred to it as the tree of life". 

"What kind of tree?" "A weeping willow." "Why would you get that?" I shrugged "because I thought it was beautiful." She cocked her head to one side dropping her eyes again. "Did it hurt?"

"Like hell." I replied "Well can I see it?" I shook my head both in answer to her question and the recurring image that popped into my head.

"Please Raine." She poked out her lip feigning a pout. Her little act should have been annoying but I almost found it cute.

"Sheri no, there's not that much to see any damn way."

"Jesus Raine, it's not as if you have anything I haven't seen. You're such a prude" the last part was said nearly under her breath but she had meant for me to hear.

She was baiting me and I knew it but I still felt a little ridiculous, she was after all my sister and even though I was having questionable thoughts it surely didn't mean that she was. Before I would change my mind I placed my drink on the counter and unbuttoned my pants lowering them a little. For a moment Sheri looked surprised, I couldn't tell if it was because she hadn't expected me to show her or if it was the tattoo itself that shocked her, hell it could have been my lack of underwear for all I knew. The surprise passed as quickly as it had appeared and she spoke. 

"You're right Raine it is beautiful."

She reached out her hand and I knew she was going to touch me. I held my breath as her fingertips brushed over the trunk of the tree, that started where my thigh met my pussy. Her fingertips brushed upward over the leaves and I sighed breaking the spell. She drew back her hand and helped pulled my pants up fastening them before meeting my eyes

"Absolutely beautiful."

I could feel myself blushing something in her voice made me wonder if she meant the tattoo or if she was talking about the place it was inked. I stepped away from her not trusting myself, if her hand had dipped any lower she would have felt the unmistakable wetness of my arousal.

Sheri was the first to speak. "Dinner is nearly ready why don't you set the table while I make a salad."

I was relieved to have a task, I set the table with concentrating as if my life depended on it. By the time I was done Sheri was binging out a serving plate with Lasagna piled high. She went back and returned with the salad as I went off to get a bottle of wine. 

I sat down and looked at her across the table. Because we rarely spoke outside of family affairs it was awkward to make conversation. I did as she had suggested upon her arrival and asked her about her life. I knew some of what she told me because of the family grapevine, I also kept up with her in entertainment news although I would deny it to the death if asked. 

Thankfully she talked for nearly the entire meal. 

I only half listened and probably couldn't have recounted much of what she said, I tried not to think of my sister in a sexual way but it proved impossible. Apparently I was obsessed, I wondered idly if I would become a celebrity stalker, nearly laughing aloud at the thought.

I realized that Sheri was staring at me and I got the impression she was waiting for an answer. Unfortunately I had missed the question. I focused and looked into her eyes.

"Pardon."

"You weren't listening"

"Yes I was I just didn't hear what you asked."

"I was asking if you were dating someone."

I shook my head not even wanting to discuss my love life with her. She had been through a dozen boyfriends since I last saw her. My family knew all about me being gay, and all of them were forever badgering me about getting serious with someone or at the very least dating. I hadn't been in a relationship in more than a year. At least not an emotional one. 

Sheri smirked. "I should have known."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh you aren't like regular people Raine you're perfect, you don't need anyone." 

I sighed, she had always done this. Alluding to the fact that I was perfect. I hated it, it seemed that as the oldest I was expected to be a shining example. Everyone expected it and during my youth it had caused a lot of hidden stress. I stopped her with a raised hand.

"Get off it Sheri, just because I won't fuck my way through life doesn't mean I don't need people."

"Are you calling me a slut."

"Hey you said it not me."

Her eyes flashed, she was mad. I hadn't meant to call her a slut or even hint at it. She was the one who had jumped to that conclusion. She pushed her chair back and stood.

"Fuck you."

I started to tell her I wish she would. Thankfully she stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall slamming the door to the guestroom. For once her drama didn't get to me.

I spent the night tossing and turning and trying not to think of Sheri. I knew she slept nude and I had to restrain myself form going to have a look. The next morning I looked as if I hadn't slept at all. A glance at the clock told me my fitful night had caused me to oversleep I went into the kitchen to make coffee and was surprised to find a note on the table. Apparently Sheri had gone for a manicure and pedicure and would head to the recording studio to work for a few hours. 

I was relieved not to have to see her , I mad a cup of coffee and shrank it quickly before getting ready to go to work. Luckily I was the boss so my lateness wouldn't be a problem. The design house was busy as usual although it was summer we were preparing the spring summer line for the following year as well as working on the ads that would promote the completed fashions of the coming fall and winter. As usual I immersed myself in work using it as a sort of nepenthe. The day passed quickly and after work I wasn't the least bit tired. Heading home in a taxi I used my cell phone to contact a few friends and set up plans for the evening. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck at home lusting after my sister.

I was only going to be home for a few moments in order to change into and pull myself together for an evening out. When I entered the apartment Sherri was nowhere to be seen, I realized that I had sneaked in quietly as if I didn't own the damned place. I shook my head and went to my room, I was flipping through the clothes in my walk in closet trying to decide what to wear. I decided on a low cut orange dress, the back was out and cut nearly to the point of indecency, and the clingy material followed every curve and only the shoulder straps prevented the whole affair from falling off. 

I picked out a pair of orange sandals I'd bought on a whim I hadn't gotten the opportunity to wear the spiked sling backs yet. The mirror told me that from the neck down I looked great. The humidity had turned my natural curls into an unruly fright. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and put on a pair of large gold hoop earrings and a few gold bangles, before making up my face. In the end I thought I looked pretty damn good. I actually looked a great deal like my sister although I was fuller than she would ever be. When we were younger I'd wished to be a little leaner but I'd gotten our mother's hips so I was out of luck. In my adulthood I had appreciated those attributes on myself and in other women.

The night turned out to be lackluster and I bowed out early saying I had a headache. Asha gave me a concerned look but didn't say a word as I departed with only a few words of goodbye and the other three women that had joined us. My headache wasn't all together fake, the pounding music of the live band and the nearly sleepless night I'd had set my nerves on edge. I wanted nothing more than to go home and relax with a good book and a glass of wine. 

Walking the few blocks to my apartment allowed me to unwind, Without meaning to my mind drifted to my sister, I almost hoped she was asleep, but a glance at my watch told me it was only 9:30. Once again I found myself creeping into the apartment like a prowler. I needn't have bothered since Sherri was seated on the sofa. She saw me before I saw her and she nearly scared the piss out of me when she chuckled. I looked in her direction wondering why the hell she would be sitting in the darkened living room. 


"Sneaking in Raine?" I purposely ignored her question and flicked on the nearest lamp. "Why the hell are you sitting in the dark?" She didn't say a word but her eyes swept over me in a way that made my skin feel like it was on fire. I tried to shake it off but her eyes took me in from head to toe for a second time. When she met my gaze she spoke.

"You sure clean up well." I was wishing I'd worn something that required a bra, she couldn't have missed the way my nipples had hardened under her glance.

"Thanks, a lot." She smiled and I felt those butterflies again, this time they were definitely lower than my stomach. "Come on Loraine" She said using my given name, "You know you always look good but tonight you look damn good." 

Her eyes took me in again and I couldn't have spoken if I wanted to. I smiled and turned away from her loosening my ponytail as I headed to the kitchen. I definitely need that drink now and wine wasn't going to cut it I reached for a glass and put a few cubes of ice inside before putting a few inches of whiskey into it. The drink felt like liquid fire going. I could feel her watching although I hadn't heard her coming. Her eyes flicked up as I turned around and I almost thought she had been checking out my ass. I shook my head running my fingers through my hair. This was going to be a long two weeks.

"So why are you home so early?" I shrugged my shoulders "I had a headache." "You okay?" I nodded "just tired." I told her I was going to rest glad to have a chance to get away from her. If she kept looking at me like that I wasn't sure what I'd do. In my room I kicked of my shoes and stripped off my dress and the tiny thong underwear I'd worn beneath it. Not bothering to put on any other clothes I laid across the bed trying to get into a book, after reading the same paragraph four times I gave up and turned over to grab the remote. I was watching some mindless situation comedy when I heard a light knock on the door. 

Before I could reach for my robe Sheri, entered. I wondered why she's even bothered to knock if she was just going to waltz in. I was about to ask her that very question, one look at her face told me I didn't need to bother. She was blushing as if she were the naked one instead of me. I laughed, and met her eyes.

"What is it Sheri." "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." "I'm fine." She mumbled in response and retread. I hadn't heard her or at least I thought not, it had sounded like she'd answered my declaration by saying "yes you are."

I feel asleep sometime later, but found myself rising early after another fitful night of sleep. If this kept up I would look like hell on heels in a few days. It was only seven in the morning and I was surprised to find Sheri in the kitchen. I wished she had worn more than the tiny bathrobe she had opted for. I could see her nipples tenting the satin. I tried not to stare although I know I had been. I looked at her face and I would've sworn she saw me looking, although she didn't say a word.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I always get up early."

I shrugged I hadn't known that. 

"Do you have any coffee?"

I may not have kept food in the fridge but I always had coffee. I pulled it out and started to prepare it myself. Sheri stood there looking at me with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. 

"What?" I asked looking at her. 

She shrugged her shoulders making her breasts rise and fall. I nearly dropped the coffeepot. 

"What's wrong with you?"

I turned away getting water and pouring it into the machine. 

"Nothing"

"It's me isn't it?"

I didn't move a muscle, did she know?

"I know you didn't want me here, I just thought things would be different. I'm going to just get a hotel."

I relaxed she thought I was mad at her, thank god.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. Things were different alright, she had no idea how different. I didn't say anything for a moment, my words stunned her as much as they did me.

"Don't go." 

"Raine you can hardly look at me, why would you want me to stay?"

I turned to her "I don't know."

She dropped her arms and before I realized what she was doing she hugged me. I could feel her nipples brushing against mine through the thin nightshirt I'd put on before leaving my room. I couldn't suppress the moan that spilled from my lips. 

She pulled back a fraction and looked into my eyes, I knew she had heard me and there was no mistaking the sound. Her eyes lit up a moment before she spoke.

"You want me don't you?"

I shook my head and tried to push her away. She held tighter and kept looking at me. When had she gotten so damn strong?

"Sheri this isn't funny let me go." She let me go but didn't step back. "I know you want me, I saw it in your eyes and I heard you moan." I stepped back and shook my head again, not trusting my voice. She laughed as she poured herself a cup of coffee. 

I left the kitchen and went to my room shutting the door leaned against it, my panties were soaked and all she had done was hug me. 

Before I could get myself together I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to open it but she kept knocking, until I flung it open. 

"you forgot your coffee"

I took the cup from her hoping it was laced with hard liquor and tried to close the door. She pushed past me and entered the room laughing. I left the door open and looked at her. She sat on the bed and took me in. I set the cup on the dresser and crossed my arms over my chest, I knew my nipples were showing through the thin shirt. 

"What do you want Sheri?"

"What do you think?"

"I have no idea." 

"Not even a little?"

"Sheri stop playing around"

She rose from the bed and approached me, I took a step back and she laughed again. She rested her hands on my shoulders, and looked at me. 

"I'm not playing."

Her lips brushed over mine. This is what I wanted but it was wrong. I pushed her away and moved back. 

"Sheri don't."

She looked at me hard and raised an eyebrow. 

"Don't what."

"you can't just kiss me, we're sisters."

"so the only reason we can't fuck is because we're sisters?"

I stared at her with my lips slightly parted as she went on.

"I've wanted you for years Raine but you were always to good for me. I didn't think you would ever even be attracted to me."

"I'm not."

She stepped up to me again brushing her fingertips over my left breast. 

"Yes, you are."

She pinched my nipple between her fingers and I moaned. 

"See."

I could barely think let alone talk. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over my lips. I pulled her closer and kissed her. When she pulled away I groaned. 

"Tell me you want me?" I stared at her, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted any woman, but she was my sister and I couldn't get past that. "I can't." She kissed me lightly. "You will."

I couldn't help turning to watch her ass swing as she walked away. She knew I was watching because she flipped the back of robe up and I caught a glimpse of her bare ass. "All you have to do is tell me you want it and it's yours Raine" I couldn't see her face but her voice told me she was smiling 

I took a shower and dressed, thankfully I didn't see her before I left. I stayed out the whole day knowing that if I went back to the apartment I would go crazy trying to resist her. Not being in her presence didn't keep Sheri from my mind. I thought about her constantly. I wanted very badly to fuck my sister and knowing that she wanted me made it impossible for me not to be turned on. 

It was hours after nightfall when I walked in, Sheri was nowhere in sight. I figured she was sleeping. When I walked into my room it was clear that I was wrong. She was stretched out on my bed, in a hot pink panties reading a book. 

I couldn't stop my eyes from taking her in. She stood smiling as she approached. I backed knowing she was going to kiss me. 

"Sheri no."

She stopped in her tracks. 

"I won't force you."

She side stepped me and walked from the room. I sighed and almost called out to her. I spent another sleepless night tossing and turning. Twice I would have sworn I heard moans coming from her room. 




Raine & Sheri



I ended up sleeping later than usual because of the restless night. Sheri was dressed when I entered the kitchen. The jeans she wore rode low on her hips and flared at the bottom, she had on a pink sweater that was cropped below her breasts and she was clearly braless. 

I took a deep breath and got coffee without a word. I could tell Sheri was watching me. When I turned she spoke.

"I'm sorry Raine, I shouldn't have pushed you."

I didn't know what to say. She stood and set the paper down. 

It really would be better if I went to a hotel. I nodded knowing that she was right. I wondered if our strained relationship had anything to do with this attraction. If we had been very close would either one of us have wanted to breach the trust? My head was already starting to ache and there were things that I would be thinking about for a long time to come.

"Do you want me to help you pack?"

She agreed and I followed her to the guestroom anxious to have her gone. Maybe once she was gone I could get her out of my head. 

She had brought a ton of clothes and shoes and it too almost an hour to pack it all. Neither of us spoke and I suspected she was her mind was as busy as mine going over what had transpired between us. She was nearly packed when I told her I would call a cab.

"Don't bother Raine, I can have a car here for me within the half-hour and besides I doubt all my shit would fit in a cab." 

I nodded, I had almost forgotten what it meant to be Sheridon Lane. Of course she had a hired car at her beck and call. I looked into her face not knowing what to say, I wanted to offer her something to let her know things between us would be okay but in truth things between us had never been okay. Instead I just told her to call me before walking out of the room. There were no long goodbyes or fanfare when she left just a few short words and a quick impersonal hug. By the time the car had arrived she was decked out in the tiniest denim mini I had ever seen and a loose flowing silk tank top with flowers all over it. She looked good but she always did, the shorts and tank top I'd thrown on was no where near sexy but she looked at me with fire in her eyes before flipping a pair of high priced sunglasses on.

"Bye Raine." I wished I had sunglasses to cover my roving eyes as they swept over her.

"Bye Sheri it was nice having you."

She nodded "Thanks, but you didn't " She was out the door before I could say a word. 

I watched the driver cart her bags away and for a moment I wanted to run after her. I shut the door knowing I should feel relieved.

for the three months I threw myself into my work trying desperately to put my sister from my mind. I was nearly always short tempered and exhausted. The employees steered clear of me not wanting to have their heads bitten off. Outside of work the few close friends that I had noticed the change in me but had quickly learned to keep their mouths shut about it. Only Asha braved my temper and agitation. She had shown up at my apartment and grilled me about what could be going on.

"Will you just mind your damn business?"

No Raine I wont there's something up with you and I'm not leaving until I find out what it is."

I ran my hands through my hair, and wondered just how long it had been since I had washed it. I wanted to tell my friend what was wrong with me but I didn't quite understand it myself. I felt like I had lost my sister but that didn't make since because we had never been close and not hearing from her was nothing new. I shrugged and answered as honestly as I could without telling the whole truth. 

"I don't know Asha" She shook her head slightly and waited. Obviously she wasn't going to let me cop out of this.

I ran my fingers through my hair again tugging it a little as if to pull the thoughts from my brain. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I wasn't sure if I should weep or laugh. I hated mood swings they were the worst rides in the park but lately I'd been on them more and more. Settling back into the old familiar emotionlessness I focused my gaze on her probing eyes.

"Have you ever wanted someone you knew you couldn't ever have, because everything about them and the situation is all wrong?" 

Asha stared at me, maybe because I had blurted the question out after a long silence. Or perhaps she had seen the unshed tears in my eyes, it was my turn to search her face for answers. More silence filled the air between us but it wasn't anywhere near companionable instead it was the kind of quiet that and sucked up the air and crept into your bones.

She nodded her head but spoke no words. 

"We'll what did you do?" I wanted the answer and I hoped to god that she could give it to me. 

"I let her go because it was easier to be friends than it was to be lovers."

She looked at me and in a moment of clarity I knew she had been talking about me. I also knew that I couldn't ask her about this again. She left a few moments later leaving me with more on my mind than ever.

I scrounged in my pitifully empty refrigerator and found a yogurt that hadn't gone expired. Walking into the living room I turned on the stereo and listened to an old school Whitney Huston CD from the days when she could still sing The phone rang and as usual I let the machine get it not wanting to talk to anyone. Three times in a row the caller hung up when the machine clicked on, on the fourth call I snatched up the cordless phone.

"Hello." I snapped into the receiver. "Hello yourself Lorraine." A frown crept over my brow, she was going to give me the business for sure. Not only had I not called her, for the past weeks I had been dodging her calls.

"What's the matter with you girl, I could be dead for all you know or care." "Mother if you were dead surely someone would call and tell me." "Not that you would answer the damn phone." she huffed I had walked right into that one. "I'm sorry Mother, I've been so busy..." She cut me off by talking over me . She hadn't raised a fool and I knew when to be quiet. 

"Listen thanksgiving is at the end of next week and I expect you to be here. Since I couldn't get you on the phone I had your father buy the ticket a while back. I want you here this year no excuses."

I had forgotten all about thanksgiving. "Fine I'll be there Mother." She told me all about the flight arrangements and I grabbed a pen and wrote it down. Apparently I would be spending an entire week with the family. I sighed, but I knew better than to talk back. I hung up the phone feeling as if I had run a marathon in mud. 

Going home was the last thing I wanted to do but I had to admit my mother didn't ask me for much, I could at least give her this. I almost managed not to be excited at the prospect of seeing my sister. The flight seemed short since I had closed my eyes the second I'd settled in my seat. I gathered my lone suitcase from baggage claim and rented a car. Despite my misgivings I was a little happy to in LA. Getting to my parents' house took ages with all the holiday traffic and by the time I got there I was on edge. I pulled into the long winding driveway and parked the car carefully. The size of the "house" still shocked me every time. I got out of the vehicle feeling out of place. 

My mother flung the door open before I could knock and threw her arms around me nearly making me drop the bag I was holding. 

"Hello mother I mumbled into her shoulder." 

She stepped back taking me in. My clothes hung loosely on my frame. I had lost quite a few pounds from lack of eating and I knew the bags under my eyes showed despite the makeup I had carefully applied. 

"You look like hell" I sighed, mother was an author but with us she never minced words. 

"Thanks."

"Don't get smart."

I sighed again thinking it was going to be a long week. She led me to the kitchen and fixed me a sandwich despite my refusal. Sitting at the table I picked at the food as she grilled me about my life. Getting the same uniform answers I always gave she switched gears and filled me in on family news. When it was clear that I was barely listening she stared at me.

"What's the matter with you Lorraine." 

I shook my head wanting for some reason to cry.

"Nothing Mother." "Don't lie to me girl, you show up looking terrible and you sit there looking ready to cry at the drop of a hat, declaring that nothing's wrong."

I didn't have time to answer, Sheri breezed into the room bringing the scent of perfume with her. I stared at her for a beat while she returned my gaze. She was wearing mustard colored pantsuit and I noticed that I wasn't the only one who had lost weight. Other than the missing pounds she looked no worse for the wear. I smiled truly happy to see her.

"Hey Sheri"

She returned my smile with a soft hey as Mother looked at the two of us. "Well I'm glad you two are getting on well."

I dropped my eyes and stared at the sandwich I'd been picking with. Sheri spoke no doubt covering for me. "Don't be silly mother we're sisters of course we're getting on well." Mother made a sound akin to a snort as she rose. "I'm going out for a bit. Hopefully you two won't get into any trouble."

I smiled in spite of myself. "Mother we're adults." She laughed outright. "Since when?" she asked exiting the kitchen, The front door shut a few moments later and Sheri sat across from me. "I didn't think you'd be here." I looked into her eyes and sighed. "Are you upset." She shook her head. I smiled unreasonably happy that she wasn't upset to see me. 

"You look..." "Like hell" I finished fir her. "Hey you said it not me" I shrugged not bothering to deny it. I stood telling her I was going to unpack. She didn't say a word she just nodded as she slide my sandwich in front of her and began to eat. I was in my old bedroom putting away the last of my clothes when she walked through the door closing it behind her. She leaned against the heavy wood and stared at me.

"We should talk." I nodded dreading what had to be said, but needing it as well. I took a seat on the bed and waited. When she met my gaze again she was crying, I felt tears in my eyes and after months of holding them back they fell. She crossed the room and sat next to me. Her fingers brushed my cheeks touching the tears and brushing them away. I pressed my face to her hand as we both sat there crying. She looked into my eyes and without a word we she brushed her fingertips over my lips. I leaned forward kissing her, I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. She opened her lips to me and I moaned into her mouth. 

When we pulled apart she stood running her hand through her head, I laughed recognizing it as the same motion I always used. She turned to me staring as if I was crazy. 

"What's so funny?" she sounded mad so I stopped laughing. "Nothing."

"Are you playing games with me?" It was my turn to stare, I shook my head. "No I'm not." "Then what are you doing."

I shrugged "I want you." She stood absolutely still and kept staring." I rose from the bed and walked over to her. I put my hands on her shoulders and stared into her hazel eyes searching them. 

"You said it was mine if I wanted it." I ran my hands into her hair as I spoke. "I want it Sheri...." I was prepared to beg her but I didn't need to. Her lips were on mine before I had the chance. When we broke apart we were both breathing heavily. 

She stepped away for a moment and locked the door. When she turned to me she unbuttoned her suit and slipped it from her shoulders letting it fall to the ground. Her pants followed as I watched, in the past I would have scoffed at the fact that she had matched her underwear to her suit, but now I found it undeniably sexy. She approached me and for the first time I had absolutely no inclination to back away. Her lips brushed mine again and she pulled my bottom lip lightly with her teeth before sucking it gently. I felt the stabs of excitement shooting through my stomach as I leaned into her and cradled her head with my hands. I wanted to be able to go slow and savor the moments but months and maybe years of wanting her made it impossible. My hand was between her thighs and as I had no desire to maneuver her tiny yellow panties off I ran my hand over the wetness before tearing the thin fabric from her body and tossing them to the ground. She moaned my name as my lips trailed over her neck, I was biting her lightly as my fingers plunged into her wetness. I stroked hard and fast letting my thumb caress her clit as I entered her. Sheri's hips jerked to follow my fingers, and I could already feel her tightening around me as I dipped my head to pull her nipple between my teeth She dug her fingernails into my scalp pulling me closer as my hand moved faster between her thighs. I had to wrap my free arm around her to steady the both of us as her hips bucked, She made almost no sound aside from her shortened breath, but the wetness around my fingers intensified and I could feel her muscles tightening. I kept my hand moving as she went over the edge. 

Moments later she was looking into my eyes, as I pulled my hand from her and tasted the remains of her passion. She moaned in the back of her throat as my finger disappeared into my mouth. I wanted to kneel and taste her cunt right then but Sheri had other plans. 

She undressed me quickly tossing my clothes across the room. I laughed because she was like a kid tearing wrapping paper from a present and I told her so. Seri looked into my eyes and searched them for nearly a minute. 

"Raine you have no idea how long I've wanted you." She was right I didn't she had alluded to it when she'd visited but I really had no concept of how much time she'd been speaking of.

"Tell me how long then." I said running my fingernail over her lips. 

"Years."

I couldn't believe it. How had she managed? I'd hardly been able to hold out for a few months,' years would have killed me. In a moment of clarity I realized that part of the problem between us might have been her pent up desires. Suddenly the unnecessary avoidance and arguments made more sense. My mind went blank sometime during my mini epiphany she had managed to kneel in front of me. When her tongue slipped over my pussy I nearly lost balance. Sheri either didn't notice or she didn't care because she spread my lips and sucked my clit into her mouth sucking hard as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive flesh. I was panting like a bitch in heat and pulling her head closer, I felt the heat in my belly only moments before it washed over my whole body. It had only been moments since her lips touched me but I was coming, Sheri was no novice and she was relentless I had to push her away after the second time only because I was afraid I might pass out. 

I didn't even think I could make it the few feet to the bed so instead I fell to the carpet next to her. I covered her lips with mine pushing my tongue into her mouth. I could taste myself all over her as I explored her mouth. I still wanted to spread her legs and have my fill of her but I heard the front door open and shut. We sprang apart like a couple of naughty teenagers. Sheri laughed and scrambled for her clothes. Mother was back and even with the door locked and shut and the rooms far apart I knew we couldn't keep up what we'd been doing. 

Sheri dressed in record time and I wondered idly how many situations she'd been in where she had to be dressed and gone in moments. She kissed me lightly before walking from the room and shutting the door. 

I had thought about taking a quick shower but months of fitful sleep and the satisfaction of a good come made me too tired. I barely made it to the bed before I fell asleep. 

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