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Three of a Kind Pt. 01

By: Cassie007



I checked my make-up in the mirror and gave myself a quick appraisal. The faint red lipstick, more gloss than anything else, gave my pale complexion something to compare against. Because of that complexion, the same I shared with my mom and sisters, I used some blusher on my cheeks, and brushed some auburn eyeshadow above the thin eyeliner I usually wore. I smacked my lips together, feeling the sticky sensation of the lipstick, and pouted twice. I'd clipped my long dark fringe close to my scalp for this evening, to better show off the diamante shoulder straps on my dress. I was particularly proud of those straps. Cassie had taken the dress from her seconds shop one afternoon and, within a couple of days, had made it into something good enough for the catwalk. But that was Cassie; ever resourceful.

Satisfied (that at least I could look worse), I backed away from the mirror and smoothed my hands down the sides of my dress. The dress, as I have said, was originally a seconds piece; bought probably decades ago by some young woman; worn, discarded and forgotten as the fashion changed and styles moved on. It was made of a silken type of material I couldn't identify (Cassie probably could, but that's her gift). Originally a dull pea-green color with unfashionably wide shoulder straps and a wide knee-length hem. It may have looked good during one era, but not anymore. Its saving grace (apparently) was the bodice where clever stitching underneath the bust gave even the smallest breasts an appreciative lift. But Cassie had seen something in it, exclaimed it was perfect for her little sister, and snapped it up before the dress even got onto the shop floor.

Cassie had strip-dyed it with other green colors, then went to work on the hem and straps. She tore the hem, slashing the length on one side and re-stitching it to give it a lop-sided look. I covered my right leg down to its original knee length, but cut high across on my left leg, so that on that side it was no higher than a mini-skirt. I looked hard in the mirror, trying to find the "fabulous legs" Cassie assured me it showed off.

But the crowning glory of this re-modelled dress were the straps. Cassie had taken them and scrunched the living hell out of them; crinkling and pinching the material, then sewing in several lines and clusters of tiny diamante stones. Each one had been fixed by hand, and it must have taken her hours to finish it so expertly.

I looked at the net result in the mirror and wondered if it had been worth all that effort. Being the youngest of three, and enjoying neither the quiet confidence of Cassie, nor the outright exuberance of Jennifer, my eldest sister, I had always struggled to convince myself that I was clever enough, pretty enough or wise enough to emulate either of them. 

But now, on the eve of my twentieth birthday, twenty minutes away from a dinner out with my sisters and their boyfriends, one month away from graduating early at university with a degree in psychology and a promised career enforcement, I wondered if I had made the grade. Compared to them, I was still the kooky little sister; untested and untried in the big, bad world. Jennifer had tamed it long ago; was now a successful and highly-paid executive in an international PR firm. She was the mistress of her own destiny now and compounded it by hooking one of her rivals from a different company as her boyfriend. Cassie had graduated from uni with a degree in art and immediately earned a huge amount of publicity (and cash) when one of her fresh-from college paintings found its way into a gallery sponsored by the Whistler foundation. Ever the rebel, Cassie then only took on commissions that she wanted. She moved out to live with Jennifer and spent most of her time at a seconds shop; sorting out and selling the unwanted clothes and items of other people for poorer people. Along with her gorgeous boyfriend, Mark, she was the happiest, most fulfilled person I knew.

I slipped on a pair of heeled sandals I'd borrowed from my mom and struck a final pose in the mirror; holding in my tummy, pushing out my chest and stretching out my left leg to the side for maximum exposure. I must have held the pose for all of two seconds before I felt the discomfort steal over me. I relaxed; pulling down the hem on the left side and smoothing the dress down my tummy again. If I'd put on five pounds in the last five years it wouldn't be wildly off the mark, but I never felt comfortable with my own body. Not with myself or with Richard; my only real boyfriend who I started going out with when I was sixteen, then was dumped by when I was seventeen. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at the very thought, and sighed.

"Kimberly, honey! Are you ready? Cassie just rang and asked if you were still coming!"

Mom's voice cut through to the here and now. I turned away from the mirror and opened my bedroom door, calling out;

"Okay mom. I'm nearly ready. I'll be gone in five minutes."

I turned back briefly into my room, grabbed my clutch-bag and left. Downstairs, dad was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. I smiled, went over and gave him a hug, breaking his concentration. He looked up at me, smiled, then looked me up and down.

"Wow!" he said, "Who brought out this beautiful butterfly?"

"Da-aaad..."

"No, I mean it" he said, eyeing the dress Cassie had re-made for me. "You look wonderful. Who's the lucky guy?"

"Dad, I told you yesterday; I'm going out for dinner with Cassie and Jennifer. For my birthday."

"Oh right. Yeah." he said, nodding as if realization had just dawned on him. "That's right; the triple date; right?"

I flushed with embarrassment, knowing that the redness would show up immediately on my pale skin. Dad chuckled and pulled me into a hug.

"Have a good time, baby." he said, letting go after I'd ruffled his greying hair.

Mom stood by the door with my long coat.

"Geez mom, " I said. "Can't wait to get me out huh?"

"That's right, honey" said mom, tapping a finger against the watch on her wrist. "Your father and I want to have sex. It's the living room's turn tonight and I want you out of the way."

I felt the embarrassment surge again. "Mom, I hate that!" I said, groaning. Mom looked over and my dad and winked. They always did this to me. It seemed to be some kind of retribution for not having inherited their confidence, or openness. Mom pulled me into a hug. She was wearing her work clothes; trousers and a blouse - almost masculine, but still looked fabulous for her age; her dark hair similar to mine and only slightly tinted by a few strands of grey.

"Bye sweetie. Have a good time."

I took my coat, gave both mom and dad a wave as I left, and stepped down from the front of the house to the pavement, and the taxi waiting below. As I stepped into the cab I felt my cell phone buzz inside my pocket. My heart skipped a beat. Somehow I knew it was Amanda. Again. Amanda had been my first great love, the first one - that is - since I realised that it was pointless trying to get a boyfriend when all I was interested in were girls.

I'd had the usual angst of trying to 'discover' who I was and why I felt that way. I struggled and experimented with trying to fit myself into some kind of lifestyle box. Was I a lesbian? If I was, what did that mean? Should I act in a particular way? Should I dress in a particular way? What should the new 'discovered' me be like? And, after some embarrassing soul-searching, I realised that I should be nothing more or less than just me. I didn't easily fit any kind of compartment. Was too thin and pretty to be butch, not Barbie-pink enough to be a femme. Was pale skinned but didn't dress like a goth. Was too quiet to be a new age lipstick lesbian, and too fond of the finer things of being a teenage girl to be a 'bra burner' (as mom called it, whatever that meant.)

And, sometime during this voyage of self discovery, Amanda had discovered me. She, unlike the confused girl I happened to be, was a girl sure of her identity and her place in the world. Amanda was sassy, dominant and confident. She would shout from the rooftops that she was a lesbian. She had t-shirts that said "Rug-Muncher At Work" and "All plumbing needs catered for", with a female washroom sign above it. Amanda had dragged me into the world of erotic sex-play and - God bless her - gave me my first orgasm the week after my eighteenth birthday. We dated in secret for about six months; stealing evenings and afternoons when we could. For me the sex was not so much incredible, but a revelation. 

I'd had sex twice with Richard; the first time to pop my cherry and get that whole virgin thing out of the way. Or so I thought at the time (how cheap my thoughts were back then). The second time was on his birthday when I'd made the effort to dress up for him. Both times had been brief, clumsy and largely uncomfortable. I had begun my sexual dawning not with the dreams of scented flowers or stars in my eyes, but with Richard grunting and heaving and being all too brief. I formed a mental illusion that sex was probably going to be one of those things like taking out the weekly garbage or cleaning out an old shoe cupboard: tedious, regular but infrequent, with a faint satisfaction of a job well done. Like a lot of other young women, I suspected that the idea of a female orgasm was something of a myth created to make guys feel better. 

But with Amanda, I found someone who was as interested in pleasuring me as she was herself, and my body reacted to it hungrily. When I had my first real orgasm, I felt as though I were exploding, leaking and having a stroke all at the same time. I remember the experience in detail. Amanda and I had skipped class at college, and gone back to her mom's house. We were fooling around in her room, playing music, talking, kissing and holding hands. Things had progressed naturally and I was soon in the happy situation of sliding under the thin sheets of Amanda's bed feeling the heat of her bare legs against mine, and the touch of her fingers around my waist. We both still wore our panties but had taken everything else off. She had crushed my smaller breasts with her own, and I felt my nipples harden at the delicious contact. Her lips were warm and wet, and the soft skin below and behind her left ear invited me to nibble gently at her neck. When Amanda kissed her way down the length of my body, planting oversized kisses on each of my bullet-hard nipples, and had hooked her thumbs under the elastic of my panties, I was already lost in a world of pleasure I hadn't known before. 

That first, shocking sensation of Amanda's fingers between my legs, teasing and prying me open, produced an involuntary whimper. In her own way, Amanda was almost as clumsy as Richard was, but at least she was doing to me what she wanted to have done to herself, so was already in a good position.

And when, at last, I felt her lips, and tongue, between my legs, the room began to swim around my head. I remember grabbing the back of Amanda's head; twisting my fingers into the curls of her auburn hair and pulling her toward me as she made frantic stabbing motions with her tongue. Amanda's face was buried between my legs, her hands at the top of each of my thighs and her left knee pressing up against my right ankle when it happened. I had my legs wide open, my back arched, and my eyes closed. I had reached back behind me with my left hand to grab the headboard, and had shoved the big knuckle of my right index finger between my teeth when it happened. Amanda had the CD of her friend's band: 'Laura's Farmyard' playing on loop in the background when in happened. There was the distant noise of a big mack truck careening past when it happened, and the mixed smell of my own sweat and Amanda's 'Impulse' body spray in the air when it happened.

My body became super-sensitive, and I went from trembling to rigid and back again almost instantly. I remember making a high-pitched squealing noise as I came, feeling a rush of blood to my face as the sensation of Amanda's tongue on my clit drove me to climax. I remember Amanda stopping to look up at me, then coughing and gagging as I orgasmed with her face so close to my pussy.

Her first words to me, after giving me this incredible revelation, were: "Eeeeugh! You peed on me!"

I remember at the time feeling the shame of having done such a thing, of having let myself go in such a fashion. It had the potential, added to my earlier experiences with Richard, to put me off sex with both genders. It had the potential to be a mortal hammer-blow to my sex-life. But something inside me rebelled against that shame. Something in me delighted and cried out at this abandonment; this shocking climax. I'd had my revelation; my sexual awakening. And I was determined not to suppress it.

Unfortunately, Amanda didn't quite achieve the same heights as I did when we made love. I was very patient with her, doing to her all the things she had done to me, and a little more besides, but she was never able to let go. She claimed to have "wonderful orgasms" with me, but I didn't feel that she did. Her body was still locked in a fight to contain the explosiveness of the kind of orgasm I was learning to enjoy. 

Two months after that first orgasm, Amanda and I had a fight (about not being seen as girlfriends in public), and she called me "sex-crazed". I was stunned. Stunned that she thought of me that way, and (secretly) stunned that she was probably right. I'd grown to love the idea of my orgasms. Yearned for them every time Amanda and I made love. And it was too much for her.

Amanda and I split up. But not before she sent a letter to my parent telling them I was gay.

That had caused a bit of a fuss and a few awkward evenings, I can tell you.

But I had told mom that yes; I was batting for the girls' team, not the boys', no; I wasn't the evil witch Amanda may have wanted to portray me as, and c; yes I was still her and daddy's little girl. They were, I have to say, surprisingly accepting of it. So was Cassie and, in her own indifferent way, Jennifer too. I cut my then long hair into the style I have kept since that day; short at the back, tapering into a long fringe at the front, imbalanced on my right side, so that I could hide that side of my face if I let it hang forward. Some of the time I wore it that way, other times (like tonight) I clipped it up to give me a boyish look. Most of the time I just curled it behind both ears with my finger; a lazy way to deal with it. 

I had seen Amanda several times since we broke up, but not intimately. She had professed her love for me on more than one occasion, but it was her guilt talking, not her feelings. I smiled, told her that I would always have feelings for her and that we should always be friends, but nothing more. She cried a few times. Only once did she tell me my hair looked silly, and that was to try and endear herself to me; give her a chance to rearrange it and touch my face. I thought about that, and curled a stray lock behind my right ear.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said," said the taxi driver in a weary voice, "where is it you want to go?"

I smiled, a little embarrassed that I'd been caught daydreaming so easily, and directed him to my sisters' house. I was only five minutes late, according to Jennifer.

The evening, at Cassie and Jennifer's, was a quiet success. Jennifer, my tall, successful eldest sister, had dressed in an elegant deep red gown; tight but not clinging, with loose sleeves that were slashed around the top of the shoulder but covered her upper arms. A wide sash covered her slim waist, and stockings (Jennifer always wore stockings) covered the distance between the knee-length hem of her dress and her black, low-inch heels. She'd left her long, straight hair down. Her fringe, just curling down to the level of her eyes, reminded me of a dark crest of wave, giving her a look of dignified allure. She looked beautiful.

As if to deliberately contrast this look, Cassie had worn a loose, white crocheted top that covered her body and arms completely, as though it were trying to hide the much larger breasts that she was blessed with than I. She wore a short brown skirt to emphasise her bare legs (shorter than mine, but shapelier, I thought), and a pair of ankle boots with a thin, two-inch heel. She looked ready for a good night out (rather than in), and quite lovely. I suspect that every item she wore (including the socks and panties) came from her seconds shop. Her hair, as dark and rich as both mine and Jennifer's but much, much longer, was pulled back and plaited, leaving the tail to swish free as she moved. 

Mark and his friend (who Cassie assured me was "lovely") had failed to appear. Cassie waved away their absence, blaming some work crisis or other. I never did get to find out whether Mark's friend was male or female. Elliot, the boyfriend Jennifer had recently snagged, was a lot older than I imagined. Thinning hair, already marching briskly from grey to white, he could have easily been in his mid forties. He was charming and engaging, but a different generation to me. He didn't seem particularly affectionate with Jennifer, but that wasn't surprising giving Jenny's general aloofness.

There was far too much food, and Jennifer's taste in wine ensured none of us remained dry throughout the evening. I modelled and twirled in the dress Cassie gave me, accepting her wolf-whistles with an embarrassed smile. We spoke a lot about Cassie's art projects and her charity work, about my dissertation in psychology, about Elliot's recent trip to Sardinia. Cassie even asked me (at one point, when we were alone while Jennifer and Elliot cleared up the dinner plates) if I'd got a girlfriend recently. I'd shaken my head, embarrassed again, and changed the subject. We played cards - three, five and seven card poker, and a game Cassie said was the best called Cribbage - and drank a little more wine. I wanted to play the piano - my other great love - my Jennifer only had a sad, tired old keyboard and it almost seemed an undignified betrayal to play on that when I had mom's Steinway back at home. 

I remembered ordering a taxi, and waving goodbye at the end of the evening, kissing each of my sisters with considerable warmth, but remembered nothing of the ride home. I must have been a little tipsy from the rich wine Jennifer proffered. I woke up on the third Hey.

"...Hey! Miss! Cant go through this way. Road's blocked." "Hmm?" I said, rousing myself from the slumber I'd drifted into.

"I said the road's blocked" said the driver, his voice sounding as tired as I felt. "You want me to go round the other way or drop you off here?"

I rubbed my eyes and looked out of the window, trying to focus on any houses I could recognise. About fifty yards up the road to my right there was a yellow police cordon. Behind that there were a number of cars with flashing lights and at least one fire engine. I remember thinking that something bad must have happened. I had been ready to tell the driver to try and found another way round, just about to open my mouth and say those words, when I recognised Mr Abberline's BMW 4x4 at the end of the road. The end of my road.

I looked again up the street as my heart began to drop like a stone.

"Oh no." I said, quietly. "Oh no. Oh please no."

I got out of the taxi and stumbled out onto the pavement, feeling the cold night air envelope me as I staggered toward the cordon. If the taxi driver shouted at me, or followed me, I couldn't tell you. All I knew was that my heart emptied as I walked toward that cordon, my watering eyes fixed on the shell of the house I used to live in.

"Excuse me, miss. You can't come this way. There's been an accident."

I remember the police officer's voice; deep and professional, but not his face. 


Three of a Kind Pt. 01



"That's my house." I'd said, weakly. "That's where my mom and dad are."

The police officer paused for a few moments, then took me gently by the arms and led to me to one side.

"If you'd just come with me miss" he said, his voice softer now, but insistent. "We'll find somewhere for you to sit down."

Some people came to speak to me later. I don't remember everything they said.

******

Chapter 2

One of the police officers had eventually taken my cell phone and asked me who he should contact. Automatically, I gave them Jennifer's number. Within a short space of time, both Jennifer and Cassie had arrived at the scene. Cassie cried a lot. Jennifer dealt with the police and firemen. I didn't see her cry. The police eventually took us back to Jennifer's house. I stayed in the spare room and fell quickly into a deep and formless sleep. I remembered waking up late the next morning, feeling bright and chipper. I wrapped one of my eldest sister's dressing gowns around me as I walked down to the large ground-floor kitchen and the smell of coffee. I had a smile ready for both my siblings. It fled from my face when I saw them both; sitting, dishevelled, both holding cups of coffee in their hands. In that instant, the enormity of what had happened the previous night came back to me. I hadn't dreamt it. Hadn't stayed at my sister's house after getting a bit too tipsy and had a weird dream about a house fire. It had been real. 

When they saw me, and the look of horror mixed with surprise and shock on my face, they were quick to react. Cassie immediately started crying. At that very sight, almost as if my tear glands had expected it and were waiting only for an instruction from my brain, I too began to cry. Loose tears, spilled easily down my cheeks; tears in a hurry to escape before the wracking, sobbing and chest-heaving followed them.

Jennifer held open her arms and I ran between them, letting my sister enfold me and hug me while I struggled to contain the hurt and the pain of the sobbing, and the awful sound of my beautiful sister Cassie doing the same.

***

After a long cry, we all calmed down enough for us to share a three way hug; holding each other in a disorganised, uncomfortable mess of towelling robes and dressing gowns. We hugged a lot, then all sat down and said nothing for a time. I suspect we were all doing the same; all thinking endlessly about our parents. About things they'd said to us, or given us. Times we'd enjoyed together, places we'd been to. Things we hadn't said or done with them. Then Cassie (it would have to be Cassie; the one with the most love of life) said;

"I never got to tell dad how bad he was at golf."

It broke the mood and made us all laugh. The laughter was mixed with tears, but they were open ones; as if it were now okay to talk about mom and dad. We each recited embarrassing stories; how Jennifer had once long ago caught mom and dad having sex on the kitchen worktop.

"...Honey, daddy forgot his shorts again, so I was just holding on to him from up here. He's so tall. Be a sweetie and get his towelling robe....."

How Cassie had been mortified when Dad had come early to pick her up from the high school prom, and had been determined to get on the dance-floor;

"..Kiddo, you aint seen nothing' yet!" Then skidded on a napkin and crashed into the food table before sprawling out on the floor as all of Cassie's classmates wondered who the madman was.

How dad had come to video my solo dance in the school production of our punk-rocker musical, and left the lens cap on throughout the performance. Watching the video afterwards had been equally funny; a blank screen with background music and dad's blow-by-blow commentary;

"...aw, that's a nice move- ooops, nearly fell over there, Kimberley. Watch out... Who the hell is that guy? What a weirdo. What the hell is going on?"

At last, drying our eyes from the laughter of it all, Jennifer slapped the table and announced;

"I am not getting out of this fucking bathrobe until bed-time!"

Cassie and I agreed that we'd do the same. We spent the whole day watching films (snuggled together on the three-seater sofa), snacking on foods our waistlines would surely regret, talking together and - eventually - making a significant dent into Jennifer's wine reserves. At the end of the evening, I went into the little-used spare room that I was beginning to make my own, and tried to get some sleep. It didn't come. At a point where the grief and anger and hollowness was just about to swallow me again, there was a knock at the door.

"Kim? Honey are you okay?"

It was Cassie. I got up, opened the door, and threw my arms around her.

"I feel so lonely!" I said, not knowing where the words, or the feelings, had come from. Cassie pulled away from me and took my hand.

"Come with me" she said. She led me to her much larger bedroom and closed the door behind us.

"You're staying with me tonight." she said, "So I can make sure you don't go all wiggy on me."

I chuckled through the sobs and offered her a lop-sided smile. "Top and tail, like we used to?" I said.

"Oh, hell. Just choose a side." Cassie replied.

I shrugged off the robe and climbed into the right side of the bed, facing away. Cassie slipped under the covers behind me. I shivered a little.

"It's cold" I said. Without replying, Cassie wrapped an arm around my waist, hugging close to me. I shivered again, feeling the instant warmth and heat from her body. She pressed up close against me and I could feel the crush of her breasts, beneath her nightshirt, beneath my pyjamas, against my back. Could feel the smoothness of her thighs against the backs of my legs. Feel the warm drift of her breath on the back of my neck.

"Shh. Shh, baby sister." she said, bringing up her hand to smooth her fingers against the side of my face. "It's all gonna be okay."

I relaxed, drifted off to sleep in the arms of my sister, and dreamt.

**

I was travelling in a very fast train; watching the dull grey landscape beyond me hurtle by at unimaginable speeds. Even the far distance, usually so static, like the hour hand of an old clock, seemed to shift and rumble as the train ate up the miles. I turned away from the window and looked down at myself. I was sitting in a small old-fashioned compartment; upholstered seats with wooden arm rests, six of them in all. Luggage racks angled up toward the ceiling above each side of the seats, all empty.

I was sitting, quite primly, on the seat closest to the window, dressed in a tight-fitting, formal skirt suit. It was made of some kind of heavy material - like tweed - and was grey flecked with little lines of pink and red and yellow. The skit clung to the bottoms of my thighs - just an inch or so above my knees. I was wearing beige stockings (yes: I could feel that they were stockings; the suspender belt clipped to them pressed against my thighs), and a pair of sturdy leather shoes with a dashing two inch heel. I could feel a stiff bra beneath a smooth textured shirt, and my suit jacket was buttoned tight up from my waist to almost as high as my collar. As I turned my head, I could feel the weight of a hat perched on top of my head. I lifted my hands up to feel the hat and noticed the glint of jewellery and adornments.

My right hand was braceleted with a string of smooth green stones. My left hand was collared by a small ladies' watch. Thin black leather strap. Ticking hands. Quite the antique. On the fourth finger of my self hand (yes; the wedding finger, as some people call it), was a slim ring topped with a crown of emeralds and a single large diamond. I was quite sure of the gemstones, even though I had never seen the ring before.

I stared at the engagement ring with a curiosity I hadn't experienced since I had been a child. It was an exquisite ring. Must have been very expensive, but it somehow felt right. Like I wasn't a stranger to it.

I pushed myself off the seat and walked carefully to the door. The clothes I wore felt odd, but not uncomfortable. I opened the door to the gangway and stepped outside the compartment. I looked left. The carriage was empty.

"Darling! Darling there you are!"

I turned at the sound of the voice - a voice I instantly recognised but could not place - and stared, mouth slightly open. Coming towards me down the gangway, dressed in an impeccable 1940s suit, was my sister Cassie. Only the person approaching me was unmistakably a man. Taller, bigger build, rugged face with no hint of make-up, and a slight pencil-thin moustache etched onto the upper lip. Cassie's long braid swung ponderously from behind the man's slick-backed hair. The features were a man's. The build, the clothes, everything about him told me he was a man. But the figure coming toward me was without a doubt my older sister, Cassie.

He/she approached me with arms extended, hands opened.

"Darling, I've missed you! Come here to me. Come to me."

I felt myself being drawn toward him/her, and being accepted into that embrace. The figure smelled exactly like my sister and, as I felt his/her hands reach around my waist and slip over the roundness of my buttocks, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"I've missed you so much, baby girl." said the man/Cassie.

Outside the landscape hurtled by at unimaginable speeds. I looked over an-

***

I opened my eyes and felt my heart beating far too fast. I nearly cried out but remembered at that last moment that I was not alone; not able to make such noise without disturbing Cassie. I shifted quietly on Cassie's large bed, looking for the alarm clock, and looking to see where my sister was. As I turned, I felt Cassie shift slightly. She stretched a leg and moaned softly. I bit my lip, conscious that anything I did might wake her up. I loved slowly to face her. She was lying on her side, away from me. The time on the clock beyond her read 4:54. I shifted myself slowly from the bedcovers and stood up. I pulled my dressing gown over my shoulders and stepped to the door. As I was about to leave I stopped and turned back to the bed. I went over, very quietly, to Cassie's side and stared at her for a moment. She looked very serene, cheeks flushed a little red from the heat we had created in bed together. I leaned in close to her and planted a very soft kiss on her cheek. She didn't move. As I stood up and left, I somehow couldn't divorce the image of my sister as the man of my dreams on the hurtling train.

I went back to the cold spare room and slept lightly.

***

At the breakfast table, Jennifer announced that she was going back to work. She said that she was only going to the office in town, not some far-flung place like she had to sometimes. She told Cassie that she'd be back in the early evening, for us to have dinner together, then left; her earl grey tea only half drunk.

When she had gone, Cassie joined me in the large sitting room as I flicked through a few cable channels.

"Hey" she said, holding out her hand, "I saw one for you the other day. Gimme the controls."

I handed over the handset and Cassie punched in three digits. The TV screen turned blue and a yellow sign informed us that GayGirlTV would not begin broadcasting until 7pm.

"Oh shoot" said Cassie. "I'd forgotton it doesn't start until later."

"Forgotten?" I said, wrinkling my brow.

"I mean, yeah; I'd uh, looked it up in the listings before." said Cassie, tossing the controls back. I flicked it back to the news channel I'd last remembered seeing. There'd been another shooting in New York, and Denver was holding some kind of huge annual agricultural fair. 

"Hey." said Cassie, tapping my drawn-up knee.

"Hmm?

"What happened this morning?" 

I frowned again, momentarily distracted by the two newscasters fumbling around each other's lines.

"What do you mean?"

Cassie slapped me lightly on the thigh. "Like, you weren't there, doofus!" she said.

I turned to her and returned the smile she sent me. 

"Sorry," I said. "I had a funny dream, woke up and didn't want to disturb you. So I crept back to the spare room."

"You didn't need to worry. I wouldn't have mind you waking me. I was sleeping light anyway. Besides, I've been disturbed for some time anyway."

"Yeah, I know that!"

Slap. Prod. Cushion whack. Return cushion whack.

"Ow! Minx." "Cow." "Cow back."

We collapsed back onto the sofa, grinning. "Seriously," Cassie said. "You should have stayed. I was worried when I turned over and could feel you."

I made a face. "But, but it would have felt a bit strange if Jenny had come in to wake you up and saw us cuddled up together."

"Oh get real."

"What? You don't think that would look weird?"

"Us two sharing a bed? Course not. It's not like you'd ever be that desperate for a girlfriend."

"Hey!" I realised my reply was a little sharper than I'd meant it to be. Cassie's face fell.

"Oh Kim, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant- I just meant that you'd probably set your sights a lot higher."

"That's what the 'hey' was for!" I said, giving her knee a playful push to show her that I wasn't angry. "You are way hotter than most of the girls I've ever met."

"Really?" 

"Really. So I don't want to hear you talking like that, okay?"

"Okay."

"Mean it?"

"Yep."

"'Cause I can go to level two with this cushion." I said, threatening her with the edge of the one I'd hit her with.

"Oh now really; get real" Cassie replied, reaching behind her for ammo. I got one in before she belted me. We had a cushion fight for pretty much ten minutes; two grown women rolling around in our pyjamas hitting each other with cushions. Eventually, we stopped, both lying on the floor next to each other, grinning and panting.

"Sleepover in my room tonight?" Cassie said.

"Oh why not?" I replied, getting in one more good hit before running off to the sanctuary of the bathroom.

***

Jennifer arrived home early (for her) at 5pm. Cassie had only just come back herself before that from a stint at the seconds shop. I promised her that I would come join her one day soon. Jennifer looked happier and more content than the day before, and I wondered if she had been to see Elliot. She was wearing a formal skirt suit, black stockings (I guessed) and a white blouse. She didn't change clothes when she got home, much to Cassie's disgust.

"Don't you ever want to slob out?" she said, waving her hands up and down her own sloppy jeans and t-shirt outfit.

Jennifer ha declined to reply, telling me instead that she was going to cook pasta for tonight. I said okay, giggling that the two of them could be do husband-and-wife-like. We had another bottle of Jennifer's good red wine between us and played card late into the evening. The three of us loved playing cards. Cassie even joked that they had built and lived in the house of cards. After the house had gone quiet, and we had all retired for the night, I lay in the cold spare room bed and tried not to feel too sad or lonely.

When I heard a soft knock at the door, I got up, pulling the dressing-gown around me, and went outside, taking my sister's hand as we crept off to her room. Shrugging off my dressing gown, I slipped under the covers to the same spot I took the previous night. I felt Cassie jump into bed behind me, then felt her arm pull me into a close hug once more. I could feel her heavy breasts loose against my back.

"Cassie" I whispered. "Aren't you wearing pyjamas?"

"Just some shorts" she whispered back, her breath soft and sweet against my neck. She nuzzled further against me, pressing her body up against my back, and her knees into the backs of my thighs. 

"You got me too hot last night."

"Too hot?"

"mm-hmm."

Cassie nuzzled against me a little closer and I felt the heat and the comforting warmth of her body up against me.

"Kimby?"

I smiled drowsily at Cassie's old pet-name for me. "Yeah?"

"When did you know you wanted to be with girls? I mean, how did you know?"

"I'm not sure. I just did. I remember looking at pictures of women when I was young and thinking they looked really nice."

"How do you mean, 'nice'?"

I turned round in the large bed to face my sister. Cassie didn't move away and we found ourselves almost nose to nose.

"I don't know. I'd stare at model's faces, and their bodies, their legs. I liked the way women's hips curved, and how their breasts looked. I thought women were very pretty, even back then."

"How young were you?"

"I guess about twelve or thirteen."

"When did you first kiss a girl?"

I smiled again, jabbed a finger to poke Cassie in the ribs but felt something a lot softer.

"What is this; Twenty Questions?"

"No; I just want to know."

"Well it was with Amanda. When I was seventeen. If you have to know."

"How... How did it feel? To kiss another girl?"

".....it felt nice. It felt good. A lot softer and gentler than when I'd kissed boys."

"Did you... did you really, really want to make out with Amanda?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Not especially, I guess. I mean I hadn't been chasing her or anything. I just had the opportunity and took it. I'm glad I did though. Amanda was nice."

"Nice?!"

I giggled. "Well, if you have to, have to know, she was pretty hot. When we were together."

I felt, rather than saw Cassie nod her head. The beginnings of an uncomfortable silence stole over us. I was aware that we still had our bare legs entwined. 

"Now is that all, Ms Letterman, or did you have any more questions?" 

Cassie poked her tongue out and blew a raspberry at me. "Zip it, lesbo." she said. That earned her another jab in the ribs. I turned over onto my other side once more. Again, Cassie drew herself up close behind me, snaking her arm around my waist.

I clung onto the arm she wrapped around me and nestled into the bed, suddenly feeling very drowsy and comfortable as my sister's soft purring voice called me baby and told me to have good dreams. The last thing I remembered, before drifting off to sleep, was Cassie's soft, warm hand pressing up against the ribs beneath my breasts, and her slightly sweet breath tickling the short hairs on the back of my head.

****

I screwed my eyes shut tight and mouthed an 'O' as I felt the wind scream past me from the inside of the open top car I was sitting in. The car was old, antique, like it had been made fifty years ago and more, but was tearing down the long road in front of me at a frightening pace. I became aware of the seat belt tight against my collarbone; pressing the skin between my two small breasts. I was wearing some kind of top beneath a loose jersey, a short black skirt and mid-calf high heeled boots. When I shifted slightly I could feel the stockings and suspender belt against my thighs. The passenger seat I occupied was soft and covered in a thick, cushioned leather. The world outside the car blurred past in screaming helter. I could not catch my breath.

"Exhilirating, isn't it, darling?" shouted the man next to me.

I turned and looked into the smiling, rakish face of the man-form my sister Cassie had carried over from the train journey. He/she was in the driving seat next to me, sitting far back into the seat and driving with a wide-eyed abandon that bordered on recklessness. He/she was wearing a loose shirt, unbuttoned to the chest, with blue denim jeans and boots on. I caught a glimpse of the smooth skin of his/her chest as the long braid struggled to fly loose behind his head. I could not - literally - say anything. The speed and violence of the air around me took my breath away. The man-form Cassie reached over and put his/her hand on my left thigh, squeezing lightly.

"I love you." he/she said, working his fingers against the nylon fabric of my stockings. He took his hand away and returned it to the steering wheel.

"You do love me, don't you, Kimby?" His/her face was solemn.




Three of a Kind Pt. 01



"Yes." I said, scared by both the words I'd uttered, and the speeding violence of the car. The man-form Cassie produced a lazy, lop-sided smile.

"Show me how much you love me."

I bit my lip, at first not knowing what to do. Then I felt a sharp stabbing sensation between my legs. I looked down and immediately felt a wave of eroticism ripple through me. I shifted in my passenger seat, pushing myself lower down and my legs further apart. I drew up the hem of my short skirt and rubbed the insides of my thighs where the stocking tops exposed my bare skin. I realised I wasn't wearing any other underwear. Despite the terrifying pace of the car, and the screaming of the wind, I felt incredibly horny. I lifted up my right hand, bracelet with the green gemstones, and slipped two fingers between my lips and into my mouth, licking and wetting them. I reached down with my wet fingers and found an equally wet, and very hot space between my legs for them to rub.

"Good, good." Said the man-form Cassie. "Show me how much you want me, little Kimby."

I felt my breath quicken as I began to masturbate more urgently, rubbing and slipping and digging my fingers inside myself. I closed my eyes and squeezed hard on my breast with my left hand, pinching the nipple as hard as I could between finger and thumb, just how I liked it when I'd been with Amanda. I turned a little in my seat, aware of another hand on my legs, between them. The wind screamed overhead and-

***

I opened my eyes with a start and knew - in the real, waking world - that there really was another hand between my legs. I was laying on my back, legs closed, and feeling hot and flushed but there was something else there. I felt my heart skip a beat as I realised who the hand must belong to.

"Cassie?!"

The shock in my voice must have been noticeable. But Cassie's reply wasn't drowsy or shocked. She sounded like she'd been awake.

"Yeah?"

"Cass, what are you doing?" I hadn't moved. Not an inch. And my sister's hand was still between my legs, pressing with the edge of her left index finger against the crotch of my pyjamas.

"What do you mean?" She hadn't moved either, but the bed sheets were ruffled and rumpled, as though we'd both been rolling around in the bed.

"Cassie! You've got you hand between my- You've- you can't-"

I lost the power to speak. 

"Kimby?" This time there was real concern in Cassie's voice, as though she'd only just now noticed there was something wrong. I shifted in the bed; rolled away from my sister and got up. I stood for a moment, disoriented and confused.

"I need- I need to get to my room." I said. 

"Kimby, what's wrong?"

I picked up my dressing gown and made for the door. Cassie didn't follow me, but she called after me softly. I closed the door behind me, bewildered and dazed. I made my way back to the cold spare room, walking past the kitchen and adjacent to the main living room. 

I could see that there was a flickering light coming from the living room and quieted my steps, slowing to see who was there. It was Jennifer, of course, laying on the sofa in front of the TV. She must have fallen asleep sitting there. I crept quietly along the hallway to the spare room and slipped inside, shivering against the cold air. I slid under the covers of the small, single bed and forced myself into a fitful sleep.

It was only much later, when I was at the point of slumber, that I recalled the explicit scenes of Sapphic abandon on the TV screen Jennifer had been watching. I did not recall if Jennifer had been asleep, or awake. Confused, disoriented and tired, I had not spare mental energy to process that. I collapsed into a black dreamless sleep, worried that my world still had some way to be turned before it went upside down.



Three of a Kind Pt. 02



[Kimberly is still trying to come to terms with the horrible death of her parents. She has found comfort with her sisters, Cassie and Jennifer, but is disturbed by erotic dreams that indicate a much deeper subconscious love...]

*

I the morning, there was nothing to do but act like last night had been a dream - all of it. I woke up late and showered in the little en-suite cubicle the spare room enjoyed. I put on a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt that were clean but hadn't been worn since before the night of the fire, and a pair of flat sandals for the warm spring day. I went into the kitchen, ready to offer a bright good morning to either of my sisters, but neither were there.

"Hello?" I said. "Cassie? Jennifer?"

There was no answer. I looked in to the sitting room, where I'd spotted Jennifer sat in the sofa during the wee hours. It was empty. So was the study and, after some investigation, both of my sister's rooms. I went back down to the kitchen and only then did I spot the little yellow note pinned up against the reminder board:

Kim,

Have gone to work already. Cass had to dash out early for something at the seconds shop. Unless you want pasta again, grab some food from the mall and we'll cook later. Will be home by 6. 

It was signed off by Jennifer, with two kisses at the bottom. I held the note for a moment, wondering what I should do with my day. Technically I was still in the leave period between finishing my dissertation and my final interview with the police in June. I had no-one to apologise for not going to work. No one to shake excuses at for failing to hand in a paper. 

I sat at the kitchen table and ate some toast, and drank my orange juice and felt very, very lonely.

Without quite even realising what I was doing, as though it were an action my brain hadn't fully considered or consented to, I punched in the digits to Amanda's number on my cellphone.

"Hello?"

"Amanda? Hi. It's Kimberly."

"Kim? Kim?! Is that really you? How are you Kimby?"

"I'm fine, fine. How's things with you?"

"Things are great. I mean, they're like super-shit y'know. But hey, just everyday life, right?"

I grimaced, trying to hold back sudden tears. "Yeah. Listen, I was thinking. We haven't um, we haven't seen each other in quite a while, and I was thinking maybe we should, you know..."

"Meet up? God yeah. That'd be great. I thought you were going to live in New Jersey."

"Yeah, I am, but not yet. So you want to meet up?"

"Sure! That'd be fun. I'm just kicking around at home today, doing some housework. How about we have a few drinks at Mackie's next week if y-"

"How about half an hour?"

I could tell that the request took her initially by surprise. I could also tell she knew exactly what that meant. The pause was agonisingly longer than I expected. When she next spoke, Amanda was quieter, her voice a little bit more silky.

"Sure, Kimby. I'll, um, I'll just grab a shower and put on some clothes-"

"Don't bother." I said, letting the silence confirm what Amanda was already suspecting. The next time she spoke, I could hear the giggle in her voice. 

"Why Miss Jones, I do believe you are being naughty! I-"

"I'll be there in half an hour." I said, and cut the call.

I put the phone down and sat, watching my trembling hands for a few minutes, before picking up my phone again and putting it into my jeans pocket. I went back to my room, sat down to put on a little make up and comb my hair, then picked up my bag and left.

I walked across town to the leafy residential avenue where Amanda still lived with her parents. Well, she lived on the same plot but had, three years earlier, persuaded her wealthy father to convert the family garage into a flat for her to live in by herself. She rarely spoke to her parents now; expect to argue about boundaries between the driveway and her 'garden path'. I walked up to the door and range the bell. The door opened a few inches; as much as the chain would allow. Amanda's face, framed by her short auburn hair, fixed into view. She looked much the same, but had put on quite a bit of weight.

"Hey stranger!" she said, in little more than a whisper. I forced a brief smile.

"Hi Amanda."

"You look great!" she said, eyeing me up and down.

"Can I come in?"

"Oh yeah."

The door closed and I heard a brief rattling before it opened again; slowly, and not fully, until I could step inside. Amanda closed it behind me while I stood, still wearing my summer jacket.

"Great to hear from you, Kimby. I didn't know if-"

Amanda had the breath taken away from her as I grabbed her upper arms and forced her against the wall by the door. I pushed myself hard up against her and smothered her lips with my own, kissing her passionately, violently, before she could react or push me away. I needn't have worried about her pushing me away. Within seconds, I was being pushed back to the opposite wall; Amanda's greater strength and bulk telling as she pressed her own ardor on me. I banged my head hard against the wall but ignored it. Amanda's hands were on my breasts; pressing them, squeezing them hard like she knew I enjoyed. I had my hands in her hair, down her back; raking her skin beneath the fabric of her top with my nails as our teeth clashed against each other and our tongues stabbed at one another relentlessly. For a spectator, it would seem we were fighting, or each forcing ourselves on the other at the same time. In truth, I absolutely had to feel like I was alive, and I knew that Amanda would be my release.

We broke apart for a few moments, catching our breath. Amanda looked me up and down; eyeing me wildly.

"Wow!" she said, breathing hard. "Wow! Kimby I didn't think you still felt that way about me. I didn't think you wanted to-"

I leaned forward and kissed her again; gently this time. A shushing kiss.

"I just want you to make love to me." I breathed, my lips and tongue remembering the taste and the scent of her as I kissed her again and again. Within a few seconds, Amanda's lips and hands were as hungry as mine. She tugged the jacket down my arms and dropped it to the floor. Breaking our kiss for only the briefest of moments, she pulled the hem of my t-shirt up from my belly and over my head. My small breasts bounced free and Amanda cupped them. Then she moved her hands down to my waist and fumbled with the button on my jeans. I guided her hands and helped her tug the jeans, and my panties, down past my hips and legs onto the floor. My sandals came off as I stepped out of my jeans and I stood there; naked and desperate as Amanda let her eyes and hands feast themselves on my body.

"Come on." she said, taking my hand and pulling me into her flat, toward her small bedroom. I did not protest. As she led me to her room, I looked at her properly for the first time. She had put on a lot of weight since we were last together, and that was evident in the orange baby-doll dress she was wearing. She was still the same Amanda though, and as she threw me onto her bed, I lay - face down - wanting her just as much as I had in the past.

Seeing that she had time on her hands, and that I wasn't going to change my mind and walk out, Amanda slowed her ador and urgency. She crept up onto the bed behind me and began to kiss the backs of my legs - from the ankles upwards - taking turns to wet each leg with her lips as she moved upwards. I sighed, closing my eyes to the sensation. I parted my legs a little as Amanda reached my ass cheeks and her teeth began to nibble at my skin. I felt her hands spread my ass open and her mouth on me again; lips wetting, tongue probing. Wetting two of her fingers, Amanda slipped them underneath me and pressed them against my already wet and swollen clit.

"Mmm! That's what I love about you, Kimby. You're always wet and horny!"

I didn't want to hear her speak. I didn't come here to be Amanda's girlfriend once more. I shifted, lifting my right leg as I rolled away from her. I knelt up on the bed, closing the space between us.

"Shh." I said, pressing a finger against her lips, then covering them with my own lips. Amanda simpered and coo'd at me, but I tugged at the bottom of her dress, trying to lift it. Amanda squirmed at first, as though she didn't want me to remove it, but gave up the fight when my hands insisted I wanted her naked.

I ran my hands over her larger body, feeling the soft folds of her skin beneath my fingers. I felt her react to my touch; remembering her old twitches and nuances. Despite her different shape, and our time apart, being here having sex with her was like old times; like putting on a pair of comfortable old shoes. I lay her down on the bed and spread her legs open. I kissed the soft fur at the top of her pussy, just like I knew she enjoyed, then pressed myself between her legs, using my lips and my tongue to prise and tease the warm, salty slit beneath her small clitoris. 

I ate her for several minutes, feeling the familiar ache in my jaw as Amanda tried and failed to bring herself to the kind of orgasm I was able to enjoy so quickly. I shifted, swivelling my body around so that my legs straddled her head. I lowered my hips to her face and she didn't disappoint me.

I revelled in the sensations the pure hot lust our lovemaking produced and, when I came and heard Amanda sputter and cough, I turned round again and lay beside her, my hand still exploring the soft mound between her legs as I pressed my small frame against hers. We kissed for a while, each tasting the other's sex on our tongues and lips, and didn't talk.

Eventually, when her pussy got too sensitive for me to touch, and I had taken instead to roaming my hand over her breasts and belly, Amanda kissed the top of my head and told me that she still loved me. She began to talk about her efforts to get a job, and what maybe we could do together next week when I shifted, pulling myself up on my left elbow.

"I'm leaving." I said. Instantly, her eyes showed a panic I wished I could have averted. "Not right now. Not this minute. But I'm leaving. For New Jersey, and I wanted to come and say goodbye to you, Amanda. I wanted to remind myself of the good times we had together. I wanted to feel-"

Alive. That's what I wanted to say. But I didn't. Nor did I say anything about my family tragedy. I didn't come to Amanda's for sympathy.

"-I wanted to feel you in my arms, on my lips once more. I don't think I'll be coming back."

Amanda started crying. Small at first, then large, unattractive sobs making her body shiver as we lay on the bed. I shifted, kneeling up and straddling her, smoothing her hair and face with my hands.

"Duh- duh- don't leave me!" Amanda pleaded, staring at me. 

"I have to." I said, feeling my pussy rub against her belly as I knelt over her. 

"We can, we can find somewhere. You can stay here with me and-"

"No. I'm leaving. You'll find someone else who can-"

"I don't want anyone else, Kimberly! I've always loved you! Please don't leave me again. Puh- Please...!"

I felt sorry for her then. Sorry that I'd used her in the way I had; as a sexual tool to make me feel alive. I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Amanda." I said. "I wanted to say goodbye in a special way. Don't be upset."

But she was, and the second round of love-making I'd anticipated did not happen. I left her crying on the bed as I went back to the door and put my clothes back on. I called out goodbye as I left but she didn't answer me. But that was Amanda's style anyway. I would get a flurry of texts later on, and phone calls. I thought about changing my cellphone, and switched it off.

I took a slow walk back to my sister's house and let myself in with nothing particular on my mind. I dropped the spare keys (which had effectively become my keys) into the bowl near the door and went to get a drink of water before taking a shower. As I put the glass down, I noticed that there were two coffee mugs standing next to the sink. Both were only half-drunk. I touched them, realising that the faint warmness meant they had only recently been abandoned. There were traces of lipstick on each mug. I wondered if Cassie had come back home early. I walked out into the hallway.

"Hello?" I called out, lifting my voice to the stairs. "Is anyone else home?"

There was no reply and I was about to go back to my room to shower once again when I noticed the white jacket. It was draped over one of the dining room chairs and I didn't recognise it as either one of Cassie's or Jennifer's. I picked it up and saw that there was a name-tag on the label. It read "B Chaykin". I'd never heard of 'B Chaykin'. I wondered if he or she was a friend of my sisters'. 

I put the jacket back over the chair and went back out into the hallway. I was going to my room when I heard a creaking noise from upstairs. I stopped, listened again, and walked slowly up the stairs. I wondered, instantly, whether there was a burglar in the house. Then, almost as quickly, I discounted this. A burglar, even a very bad one, was unlikely to leave their jacket on a chair downstairs while they ransacked the house. As I reached the landing, Jennifer's bedroom door opened. She stepped out and closed the door immediately behind her. She stared at me; a little wide-eyed, then smiled. Her hair was mussed up, and her bare legs were instantly noticeable.

"Kimberly! Hi! I didn't think you were home. I tried calling on your cell..."

"I, uh, I switched it off. Wanted some peace and quiet, you know."

"Yeah."

"Jenny, is everything okay?" I asked. Jennifer looked a bit nervous, biting the side of her lower lip, but smiled, nodding her head.

"Mm-hmm!" she said, brightly. "Are you- are you going back out?" she asked. I shook my head.

"No. I - uh - ran into an old friend today. Didn't end so well. I just want to have a shower and chill out."

"Sure, okay." said Jennifer. She looked distracted, as though her mind were elsewhere. "Well, I suppose I can pop out for some groceries later on."

"Okay."

There was a bit of an uncomfortable silence, so I turned to go back down the stairs. I heard another creak behind me but Jennifer hadn't moved. I dismissed it and went back down to the ground floor. I had my shower, changed t-shirts and, when I came back out, Jennifer was gone. So was the white jacket.

Jennifer returned home a couple of hours later, when the sun was setting and the evening was starting to chill. She seemed her old self again, and we chatted about music and her work. I asked her if she was seeing Elliot this week, and she waved it away; an irrelevance. No answer.

We ate stir-fry, and I'd rarely eaten any better. Jennifer went up to her room, saying she was changing going out to meet an old friend, did I want to join her? I smiled, declined, and settled myself into the sofa to watch TV and raid the ice-cream box. I gave Jennifer a wolf-whistle as she left, telling her she was lucky she was just my sister, but the joke fell awkwardly and she frowned before leaving.

It was late when Cassie came home, and she was drunk. I let her in after she fumbled several times unsuccessfully with her door key to gain entry. She threw me a fool's grin as I let her in and then made her way unsteadily over to the sofa, where she collapsed unceremoniously into the soft upholstery.

I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of strong coffee. I poured out a large glass of water and came back to the room where Cassie was already in danger of falling asleep. I shook her shoulder until she opened her eyes, told her to sit up and proffered the glass. Cassie licked her full red lips, thought about something for a moment, then frowned.

"I need to pee." she said, in a serious tone of voice. She looked up at me and grinned. "Help me up?"

I took her hands and hauled backwards, bringing her back up on two feet once more. I went to let go of her hands but she clung on to me. I went to move away but Cassie drew me toward her and wrapped her arms around me.

"You" she said, with extraordinary deliberation, "are lovely."

"I love you too." I said, patting her back with my hands. I prised myself off her but she clung on to me doggedly. 

"I need to pee." she said, as though I needed reminding of the fact.

"I know."

"And I need you to help me."

"Cassie, don't be silly. You've been going for a pee by yourself for quite a long time. I'm sure you don't need me to-"

"I need you to help me." Cassie repeated, only this time she held up her right hand for me to see. There was a large red gash on her palm that I hadn't seen before. The wound looked fresh, but had stopped bleeding, and Cassie must have used a hanker-chief or something to staunch the flow.

"Cassie! My God, how did you do that?"

"It hurts." she told me, pouting sadly. "I can't unbutton my jeans."

"All right. All right. I'll help you." I said.

Using me as a mobile crutch, Cassie made her way to the bathroom and I helped her to the toilet. 

"Just stand still. Hold on to the sink with your good hand." I said.

"M'okay." Said Cassie

I got down onto my knees and began to unfasten the button at the top of my sister's jeans. I got the first one done, then the second and third when I felt Cassie's hand ruffling the hair on my head. I looked up.

"What?"

Cassie shrugged. "Nothing. You just look nice down there."

I shook my head, wondering how near-fatal my sister's blood alcohol level had got to. I eventually prised open the last of Cassie's buttons; the lowest of which was almost beneath the curve of her pubis. Cassie had her eyes closed and her mouth open in an 'O' shape.

"There." I said. "Now just sit carefully when you go. I take it you can do that, right?"

"Sure." Cassie said and, although it sounded definite, it was the voice of a very drunken person trying not to sound like one. She made one or two half-hearted efforts to slip her jeans past her hips, then gave up. She looked at me with a that fool's grin and a shrug.

"Help?"

I tutted, raised my eyebrows and reached up to my sister's waist, hooking my thumbs either side of her hips and started pulling down her jeans. I was dimly aware of doing something very similar with Amanda some time ago, and the thought flashed through my head that my sister was much better looking, and had a much more attractive body than Amanda. The following thought was extremely naughty and I banished it almost before it teased me that if circumstance were different, my heart would be pounding right now with the closeness to another girl's sex. I smoothed Cassie's jeans past her shapely thighs until they crumpled up at her ankles.

"Now sit down carefully." I warned her, starting to get off my knees. Cassie had her eyes closed and her lips half open. She stood as still as anything and didn't move to remove her panties. There was a long pause.

"More help?"

I sighed, muttering to myself. I leaned back in to my sister and once again hooked my thumbs under the fabric of her clothes either side of her hips. Cassie wore plain white panties and, as I brushed her skin with my fingertips, I felt her skin tingle and goose-bump. I pulled them slowly down the rounded part of her hips; past the twin cheeks of her ass at the back and then below her pubis at the front. As I did that I became aware of two things; the first was that Cassie had her hand on my head once more, fingers gently massaging my hair and scalp. This was odd and, in pretty much any other context, would be very annoying. But, kneeling on the bathroom floor in front of my sister and pulling down her panties, it took on another connotation. 

The second thing I noticed, and when it hit me, I nearly froze, was the very heady and musky smell of sex. It smelled so similar to my own scent when I got very horny, but ever so slightly different. As I peeled Cassie's panties down to her ankles, there was no mistaking the fact that she was horny as hell, and wet with it too. The smell of her sex filled my nostrils and I felt an immediate reaction in my own body; a mirror reaction, an instant sexual reflection that filled me with confusion and a feeling of awkwardness. I remember staring, for the briefest of moments, at the short, damp hairs of my sister's pussy, wondering, wondering what it would be like to touch them.




Three of a Kind Pt. 02



I backed away and stood up, blushing hard. 

"Ah, okay. There. All set. Now just don't ask me to clean up af-"

"Kimberly, I don't need to pee." said Cassie, and this time her voice really did sound sober. I managed a half hearted chuckle.

"After all that, huh? Cass you must have been drinking some-"

I stopped, watched as Cassie bent down, reaching with first one hand, then her injured one, to slip her jeans and panties down to her feet. She stepped out of them, and toward me.

"Kimberly, these last few night have been- have been everything to me."

She had a sad, serious look on her pretty face, and I felt myself backing into the corner opposite the door.

"I don't know what it is" she said, shuffling closer to me. "At first I wanted to ignore it but when we shared my bed I, I, well. I couldn't. Just couldn't. The feelings are so strong, Kimberly and - after mom and dad died - it was like something inside me just switched. Made me think differently. Feel differently. Feel differently about lots of things, but especially about you."

I felt the wall nudge into my back behind me. Cassie was only a couple of feet away from me, and my heart was racing faster than it had ever done before. My mouth was dry and no words were close to escaping it. Cassie reached out a hand, her injured one, and stroked the tips of her fingers across and down my shoulder. I shivered at her touch.

"You feel it too, don't you?" she said. "We're all that's left now; you me and Jennifer. I don't know what it is, but I can't bear being away from you. I feel- I feel safe when I'm with you. Warm, loved. You do love me, don't you Kimby?" I felt a fresh shock as I remembered those exact same words from the mouth of the man-form Cassie who had been driving the speeding car. 'You do love me, don't you Kimby?'

Cassie reached out with her hand and stroked the side of my face; her fingers barely touching my skin.

"Cassie, what are you doing?"

"Kimby, you told me that you loved me. In bed last night. The night before that. You told me you loved me. You told me how you wanted to show your love for me."

"You didn't hear me right."

"I did. You told me you loved me and I could see it; I could smell it from you. The two of us were so hot together in bed. Not just warm, but hot together."

Cassie's fingers stroked my face but I didn't seem able to move.

"Cass, what about Mark?" I said, groping for an excuse. Cassie smiled softly, sadly.

"There is no Mark. Hasn't been for weeks."

"Please stop." I managed, and it was only half-hearted at that. I was confused, lonely and sad. Confused by what my big, annoying and until-now ordinary sister was saying (was doing) to me. Lonely that mom and dad had left me without them, and sad that I didn't want to have the lesbian sympathy vote from a girl who was curious and who wanted a safe lay. But that wasn't right. Having sex with your own sister would never be a safe lay. But I wasn't thinking right. In any case, I couldn't move. I stood there, in the bathroom, with my big sister - naked from the hips down - stroking my face and telling me how hot I made her. I felt stars spinning slightly around my head. Before I could do anything else, I felt her hands either side of my face, then combing the hair by my ears with her fingers, then at the back of my head and down; down the top of my spine as she stepped in close and held me. Her breath was sweet and alcoholic on my neck, and I could feel the heat of her, mingled with the smell of sex, closer than ever. 

My body was in turmoil. My desires were being stoked by the nearness and sexual musk my sister was exuding; a scent that I felt instantly attracted to. And my natural defences against such feelings for someone like my sister were crumbling beneath the well of loneliness brought about by our parent's death. I wanted - I needed - to be loved.

I felt Cassie's lips on my neck; actually felt her begin to kiss my neck with small, gentle kisses, and felt myself react to it automatically by leaning away, offering greater access. I felt my own hands make contact with the warm, bare skin at her hips, drawing her to me as I would any other lover. It was then - only then - that something told me I could not (not) do this with my sister.

I pushed her away and stumbled toward the door, mumbling that I couldn't - just couldn't.

I ran from the bathroom to the my cuckoo's bedroom and closed the door behind me. I got into bed; still clothed, and let myself drift into the oblivion of sleep.

***

The aircraft was cruising though the clouds at the very limit of its normal speed, hurtling and diving through a large back of fluffy clouds. Being a small aircraft, every nuance and tiny pocket of turbulence was exaggerated. 

I looked down, realized I was sitting on a fold-down seat with my seat-belt harness locked into place. My clothes were tight; the uniform of an air hostess with a short blue skirt, blue blazer buttoned to my breasts, pale stockings, two-inch heels and a small hat pinned to my hair to keep both in place. I licked my lips and could feel the slick, sticky lipstick I was swearing.

I was about to get up, see what was behind the curtain in front of me, when the tannoy speaker broke the silence.

"Cabin crew to cockpit. Cabin crew to cockpit."

I got up, stowing the seat and harness, knowing instantly that the call was for me. I turned away from the curtain, longing but unable to open in and see what lay behind it. Instead, I turned to, and opened the heavy, airlock door behind me, which led to the cockpit.

As soon as I was in, and had closed the door, my senses became aware of the death-defying speed at which we were travelling. Two gigantic windows directly in front of me showed a vision of wave after wave of white pillowed softness being sliced and torn apart by the nose of the plane. I felt my knees weaken a little; aware of this familiar yet terrifying feeling of speed.

"I'm going down Kimby." Said the pilot. "I'm going down, so go down with me."

I looked to the left and saw my sister, Cassie, sitting in the pilot's chair. She was Cassie; exactly how I knew and loved her; a woman in the full possession of her youth and beauty, dark hair spilling down her back in a tight braid. She wore a captain's shirt with epaulettes and wings on the left breast, and black trousers and court shoes to finish the effect. Her large breasts strained against the buttons of her shirt. This time, some small kernel of my sub-conscious brain realized, she wasn't some strange man-form. This time, the dream-person was my sister; down to every lovely detail.

"I can't get up Kimby." said the pilot, her hands gripped tightly on the controls in front of her.

"Stand over me."

I looked worried, stared once or twice at the terrific speed at which we were travelling. 

"Don't worry" the pilot's calm voice told me. "My co-pilot will keep us together." She inclined the head in my direction and I looked behind me.

Over my shoulder was another woman, a couple of years older, with the same dark hair my sister and I shared. This woman's fringe was cut just below the level of her eyes and she was tall; tall and elegant. I knew her from somewhere; recognised her but could not place her.

"I can't get up, Kimby. But you can come to me. Stand over me."

I lurched a little, as though pulled by a string, over to where the beautiful woman talking to me sat at the pilot's chair. I knew her, but couldn't remember her name. Resting one hand against the back of her chair I swung my right leg over her outstretched legs. I braced myself against the headrest of her chair; bent slightly with my legs wide apart, straddling her.

"Your buttons, Kimby. I can't kiss you with those buttons done up."

I smiled, irritated by my own short-sightedness, and balanced myself carefully as I released the buttons on my blazer and shrugged the jacket off my shoulders. My small breasts leapt up and down with the movement and I watched Cassie's eyes follow them hungrily.

With the jacket discarded, I leant forwards once more until my left breast was directly in front of the pilot's face. The nipple was already erect and hard. I watched as the woman leaned forward in her pilot's chair, her mouth open and tongue extended. I felt the hot, wet sensation of her tongue touch my nipple and it stole my breath. I leaned forward; legs wide apart to accommodate the chair, with my hands taking the pressure of my movement. I leaned in to the pilot and she took my left breast into her mouth, closing her lips over my nipple and areola, and sucking, licking me with her mouth. I moaned, giving myself in to the sensation; closing my eyes as she suckled me and turned me on. And I knew that I was very turned on.

She released me and I shifted, feeling the cool air on my erect left nipple as I watched her take my right breast and treat it to the same loving attention.

"Harder." I whispered.

The pilot took my right nipple between her back teeth and bit down on it. I moaned as the sharp pain doubled the erotic sensation. 

"Yes. Yeeees. Make it hurt!"

She released my nipple and began to bite around my breast, leaving small nips and welts around the sensitive skin. I struggled to hold my position as the pain/pleasure increased. Eventually, with a gasp as she once again bit down hard on my erect nipple, the woman leaned back into the chair.

"Kneel up on the armrests." she said. I looked, doubtfully for a split second, then positioned one knee up onto the wide armrest to the left. Then, holding carefully, lifted myself up to the armrest on the right. My hold was now precarious, but my crotch was directly in front of the pilot's face.

"Lift up your skirt."

I tried, but could not take my hands away without losing my balance.

"I can't."

"You mean you don't want to."

"No, no! I want to, but I can't."

"You said you'd show your love for me." The voice was still soft, but there was a bitterness to it that nearly made me cry. I tried to remember the pilot's name but couldn't. All I knew was that I loved her terribly, and would do anything for her.

"I do want to be with you. I want to do everything with you, but I can't. If I move my hands, I'll fall. I can't"

There was some movement to my left.

"I'll help you. I'll hold you."

It was the co-pilot. The tall woman who I recognised but couldn't name. She left her controls and, moved slowly toward me. She was tall and very beautiful. Like the cover of a magazine. She had longs legs and worse dark stockings (I somehow knew they were stockings), and a tight shirt covering her torso. She moved to my side and lipped her hands around my waist. I could feel the warmth beneath her hands and her touch immediately heightened my feelings. I breathed a small "Oh!" as she held me by my waist, giving me the stability to take my hands away and hitch up my short skirt.

My pussy was bare, and pulsing from the heightened state of arousal. I leant forward as the pilot did the same and before I could properly get my grip on the headrest of the chair, I felt her tongue stab into the soft folds of my pussy. It was like driving a knife of pleasure between my legs and I would have fallen had it not been for the other woman holding tightly to my waist.. She shifted her grip, slipping one hand round to my belly, and the other over the rounded cheeks of my rear. I could feel her warm hands, touching and holding me as the pilot made love to my pussy with her mouth.

I looked over my shoulder as the nose of the aircraft hurtled through the sky, I could not tell if we were flying straight or diving headlong through the could bank. But I did not care. The pilot's lovemaking was extraordinary, and the other woman's closeness and stability kept me in place. A sharp screeching noise sounded behind me and I saw the very faintest of hairline cracks on the windscreen as-

***

I woke with a start, terrified and erotically charged all at once. I was still in my room, still dressed, but the bed was messed up, as though I'd been tumbled in it. I sat up and hugged myself for a moment before getting up and taking off my clothes. I slipped on the bathrobe I'd been wearing and then, without really thinking about it at all, I stepped out of my room and crept down the corridor to Cassie's bedroom. There were no lights on and it must have been late.

I slipped into my sister's room and, discarding the robe, climbed under the warn covers. Cassie stirred as my colder skin interrupted her sleep, but I shushed her into silence. I wrapped myself around my sister, uninhibited by my nakedness, and kissed her softly on the cheek. She slept on and, in a space of time shorter than I imagined, I slept soundly too. But in this sleep, I had no dream. It was the formless, comforting sleep of oblivion, and I welcomed it.

***

Chapter 4

"I said; 'are you going to go out later today'?"

I shook my head, took the spoon out of the coffee I'd been stirring and looked up.

"Um yeah, I suppose so." I said, smiling absently at Jennifer as she fussed over the stove with a couple of poached eggs she'd been cooking. "I'll probably be back late" I mumbled, not really giving the answer much thought. I sighed, involuntarily, thinking about the last few hours and wondering what would happen; what new lines had been drawn between the relationship between myself and one of my sisters.

"Well, if you are going out, there's a grocery list on the refrigerator door. Can you get that stuff?"

"Huh?"

"The list, Kimberly. On the fridge door. Are you okay?"

And, instead of being irritated by my absent mindedness, there was concern in my big sister's voice. On impulse, I got up from the kitchen table and walked up to her. I put my arms around her neck and hugged her close to me. She hugged me gently at first; as though she were not sure of the contact. But I held on to her; hugging her closely, pressing myself against her and breathing in the scent of perfume she had put on while getting dressed for work. She was dressed almost casually; in a short-ish pinstripe skirt and a white blouse. I felt Jennifer's hands slip down from my shoulders to my waist, and I felt a curious sensation of stability, of rightness as she did so. I stepped back and kissed her cheek, smiling broadly.

"Well," she said, after I'd sat back down, "what was that for?"

"For being lovely." I said, still smiling but offering no further explanation. Jennifer shook her head, making her pony-tail bob behind her, and grinned.

"Mad." she said. "Gone completely mad."

I sat back down, smoothing out the short skirt I'd put on that morning with one hand. The skirt was one of my own that I'd found, as was the bra. But the top, and panties I was wearing came from Cassie's drawer. I wanted to have something of her on me throughout the day, and even wearing her panties gave me a little thrill.

Jennifer finished her breakfast and we chatted about the letter that had arrived just after Cassie had gone early to the seconds shop. It was addressed to the three of us, but Jennifer opened it. It was from Mason & Fletcher, the firm of solicitors mom and dad had had contact with a couple of years ago when they'd been wrongly accused of fraud. The text of the letter was brief, and mysterious.

Dear Ms' Jones (Jennifer Anne, Cassiope Jane, Kimberly Iona)

I write in respect of your parents who died so tragically last week in the fire that destroyed their home. I was entrusted by your parents to enact their last will and testament should any such fate before them and it is in that regard that I write to you know.

I would like to invite the three of you to the hearing of your parents' will at my offices, 1422 Stockman Avenue, on Tuesday 9th at 10 am. 

As requested by your late parents' will, in addition to your attendance will be Mrs Martha Jane Luis, Mr Zachary Bayonne and my colleague, Ms Barbara Chaykin.

Please respond to this note as soon as is possible to confirm attendance.

Yours,

Tim Grainger 

The ninth was next week. "Can't we find out sooner?" Cassie had remarked when we'd all read it. Jennifer had shrugged. She was used to dealing with legals and paralegals. "These things take time. At least we have some space to think about our response."

"What do you mean, 'our response'?" I heard myself say. "Surely we just get whatever mom and dad let us, split three ways."

Jennifer leaned over and touched my cheek. "Sweetie." she said, her smile and touch making me shiver for some reason. "In the world of Legals, nothing is ever easy or straight forward." 

We had known Zack - mom and dad's gardener - since we had all been little girls. None of us felt surprise or concern that he would have been left something in their will. I had stiffened a little at the name 'Chaykin', remembering it from the white jacket I'd seen in the house the other day. I asked Jennifer about the unfamiliar names, but she claimed ignorance. We would have to see who they were on the 9th.

Jennifer had gone off to work, another kiss from me planted on her cheek. It was then that I sat back down at the big kitchen table and thought about the events of earlier that morning. 

Although I had slept quickly, and deeply after getting into Cassie's bed, I didn't sleep for very long. We had awoken, almost together, a short time before dawn. I roused sleepily, aware that my sister's body position had shifted. I opened my eyes to find her staring back at me; confusion and wonder in her eyes.

"I dreamt we were on a boat far far away" she told me. "We were on a journey in the middle of nowhere. There were storms on the horizon but it was still calm. I was frightened by the storms but you hugged me and told me it would be okay. And you kissed me. What does it all mean?"

"What it means," I had told her, is that the calm sea is our everyday life. The land - back where mom and dad and everything we knew was solid firm ground - is behind us know. The sea is our new journey."

"What about the storm?" she had asked me.

"The storm is me." I had told her.

"How can it be you? You were on the boat with me. You held me and told me it would be okay."

"That wasn't me. That was your desire. The storm is the trouble you're headed to is you follow that desire."

Cassie had looked at me; sleepy and lovely in the dim glow of the early morning. Our bodies; mine naked, hers wrapped in thin silken pyjamas, weren't touching but close enough to feel the heat from each other.

"Is that what you are?" she had asked me. "A storm?"

"Want to change course?" I asked her. She had closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, stared deep into mine and said 

"No."

That was when I embraced her. And, this time, it was no sisterly embrace. My fingers reached beneath her pyjama top and danced over the bare skin of her back. She trailed her fingers along my spine and sighed into my ear as we closed on each other. She whispered my name. We moved a little, only a little, until our cheeks brushed against each other and, then, our lips were close. I felt my sister's breath hot against my mouth as I closed my lips onto hers and kissed her like that for the first time. It was like an electric charge jagged through the both of us. I pulled away, breath and heartbeat quickening. I gently pushed Cassie back onto the bed, then straddled her, my knees locked close against her hips. I shrugged the bed sheets off me so that she could look at me naked.

"Is this what you want?" I said to her, trailing my own fingers down my torso, between my breasts.

"Yes."

Her eyes never left me, but she raised up her hand and slowly brought it to my left breast. She trailed her fingertips over my breast, feeling the tautness of my nipple; erect and hard at this sudden release of eroticism. On an impulse, I had grabbed both her hands and closed them over my breasts, holding them both hard against me.




Three of a Kind Pt. 02



"Do you want to make love to me? As a woman to a woman?" I had asked her. Cassie had nodded, then shook her head, irritably. "Yes. But I- I don't know how."

"Shh. Shh" I had told her. And then I made love to her. I made love to my sister as I would have done only in my wildest dreams with Amanda, or Maria Sharapova, or Catherine Zeta Jones, or Niki Gudex or a hundred other women I had fantasied about. 

Cassie was my sister. And she was now my lover. I kissed her soft skin and it tasted almost the same as my own, just slightly different. I trailed my lips and my kisses and my new love for her all over her body; letting my tongue rest on her newly erect nipples and tease them. I nipped her the way I liked my own nipples being treated roughly, but she squirmed and I left them, trailing my kissed down he rib cage and onto the flat of her tummy. 

She kept whispering out my name as I kissed her, and she squirmed and wriggled as my lips reached the soft tufts of hair between her legs. But I had massaged her thighs, and used my fingers to tease open first her legs, then the hairs of her pussy. She has a beautiful pussy does my sister, let me tell you. The folds of her lips are plump, the hood covering her clitoris was raised, and the smell and taste of her made my heart race faster than it had ever done.

Before I touched her with my lips, I looked up at her and asked her if she wanted me to do this. She had nodded saying "Yes! Yes!" Her fingers eventually found my shoulders and she touched me there; not sure of whether she should hold me, push me or dig her nails into me. I lowered my face and brushed my lips against the soft wetness of Cassie's pussy, feeling the warm sticky sensation of her sex touch me. I poked out my tongue, let it travel slowly up and down the growing slit between her lips and, when I closed my mouth over the hood of her clitoris, I felt her whole body begin to shudder as though I had wired it to an electric chair. Her hands were like flails. She tapped me, slapped me and scratched me, but eventually held onto the back of my head as I made love to her pussy with my mouth.

She was wet, and her juices were strong and musky in my mouth. I reached down with my right hand between my own legs and ran my finger up and down my own pussy. Irritated, as though it had sent a message to my brain for being left out, I began to claw wildly at my own pussy; digging my own fingers between my own lips as I licked at my sister's pussy. 

Cassie had come, in a space of time quicker than I (or her) imagined. She had curled up into a ball, immobilised by the climax, and I had gone to the bathroom to wash my face and hands. In truth, my own pussy was burning to be fucked, and I frigged myself quickly with the head f a shampoo bottle, but I couldn't come and didn't want to leave my sister alone. I went back into the room and noticed that the sun was rising.

"Jenny will be up soon." Cassie had said, as I got back under the covers and held her.

"She can't see us like this. Can't know what we've become."

"What have we become?" I asked her, tracing my fingers up and down her naked body as I felt her do the same to me.

"Lovers" she had told me. "Oh God, Kimberly. We're lovers, not sisters any more."

"We'll always be sisters." I had told her. "Always. Now we are just a bit more than that."

"A lot more." Cassie had said.

We had dozed a little, then Cassie got up and showered. She dressed and left soon after, kissing me awkwardly on the lips before she left the room.

Jennifer, of course, suspected nothing and, now that she had gone to work, I was alone again and in the turmoil of my new-found love for my sister Cassie.

I used the time to do something positive; to stop me moping about the tragic events, and to stop me thinking constantly about my sister in a sexual context. I went to the library and started reading up on wills and inheritances. I also took the time to look up the names on the letter sent to us my Tim Grainger - the solicitor holding our parent's will. They all checked out at the firm described , and seemed to have a very good reputation. There was one article I could understand but it referred to an internal employment tribunal case involving Redman, Redman and Grainger (the solicitor's firm) against Chaykin. I could only suppose it was the same 'Barbara Chaykin' as the one in our letter, but could find out nothing more.

I stopped to buy a sub-roll sandwich for lunch on the way back home and got to my sister's place in the early afternoon. I had to mentally pinch myself that yes; this was now my home as much as Jennifer's or Cassie's. 



Three of a Kind Pt. 03



[Kimberly adjust to life with her sisters, CAssie and Jennifer. But she is unprepared for the level of eroticism she feels toward her sister Cassie, and how this will affect the new family unit. And Jennifer has a dark secret to keep...]

*

Chapter 5

I let myself in and took my sandwich to the kitchen, putting down that, and my handbag, on the table. That's when I noticed the white jacket draped over one of the kitchen chairs. I turned up the collar of the jacket and looked at the label. It had 'B. Chaykin' on the tag. I stopped what I was doing and stopped to listen. There was a faint creaking noise from upstairs. I crept quietly out into the lounge, and then up the stairs towards the bedrooms. I followed the sound of the creaking noise and, as I neared Jennifer's room, heard the definite movement of someone moving or walking around. I froze, not sure what to do next. As I waited, and listened, I heard a door close, then the shushing, insistent hiss of a shower being used. Using this as cover, I stepped closer to the bedroom door and put my hand on the door knob. I turned the knob gently and pushed open the door. As I stepped into my elder sister's room, I was confronted with a sight I would not forget for the whole of my life. I looked over onto my sister's big double bed and my face went pale. 

There, lying naked on her own bed; hands and feet handcuffed to the four corners of the bed-stead so that she was spread-eagled, with a red ball gag stuffed into her mouth and strapped around her pretty face, was my sister Jennifer. Our eyes locked, and there, in that micro-second before shock turned to horror and dismay, I felt my adrenaline begin to rise. Jennifer, my beautiful elder sister, was being raped in her own bedroom.

Jennifer screwed her eyes shut and turned her head away, sweat already beading and running down her forehead. I gazed at her and down her body; transfixed by the awful, terrible state she was in; breasts pinned and flattened to her chest, bare stomach concave, dark triangle of short pubic hair raised and spread as her long, smooth legs were pulled apart into an inverted V-shape.

Jennifer started to moan; long sobbing moans that I could not understand. At once, I moved forward, running over to my sister and kneeling by the top of the bed, reaching out and loosening the straps holding her mouth-gag in place. 

"Shh!" I said, looking over my shoulder at the door to her en-suite bathroom. "I'll help you out of this and then we'll get away - call the police!"

Jennifer coughed once and the gag tumbled free onto her chest. Ball shaped at the top, it had a longer, plug-like shape that must have filled my sister's mouth. Jennifer looked at me, screwed her eyes shut tight, then looked at me again. Tears were flowing freely from the corners.

"Kimby. Oh God, Kim. Please leave. Just please, please go and forget you ever saw this. PLEASE!"

"Wait, no. We can both get out of here!" I implored her. "We can both get away. Quick, while he's in the shower!"

Jennifer was shaking her head violently. "No, no! Kimberly, please just go. It's all right. It's okay. I'm- I'm-" Jennifer could not finish her sentence and I was struck by what she was saying.

I'm okay? I'm not being raped? I'm not doing this against my will? I'm part of this?

"Oh God, Kimberly! Please, for the love of all things holy, please go now!"

At that moment, right where I was deciding whether to do just what my big sister was asking me, a high, feminine voice called out from the bathroom next door.

"Hey bitch. Hope you're still wet and sweet!"

The shower had stopped. I did not recognise the voice. But it sang out high and clear once more.

"How does that little plug taste, bitch? I can feel my asshole getting tight again. I might have to put it back in before I gag you again!"

This last word was followed by the door to the room opening. I had no time to move. No time to do anything other than kneel by the top of my sister's bed and grab hold of her 'cuffed hand. Jennifer had screwed her eyes shut.

A tall, blonde woman, dressed in one of Jennifer's own bathrobes, stepped out into the room; a confident, cruel smile on her lips. The smile disappeared immediately as she registered my presence in the room, to be replaced by an outraged scowl.

"Who the fuck are you?" she said.

There was a moment of silence as I found myself literally unable to speak. This- this woman had somehow come into Jennifer's life and was not only in the process of some kind of consensual rape, but also had the indignant attitude of being the mistress if everyone she laid eyes on. Being quite timid by nature - until at least that morning I had fucked Amanda with entirely my own agenda - I should have been intimidated by the tall, imperious blonde dominatrix. I should have been blushing violently, mumbling apologies for some insult or misdemeanour I didn't understand, cowering low and hoping 'it' would all go away. But I wasn't cowering. And if there was a blushing red colour at my cheeks, it was from hot rage rather than fear.

I stood up, letting go of Jennifer's prone hand.

"Me?" I said, staring hard into the defiant eyes of the blonde woman. "Who am I? I'm the fucking sister of the this fucking woman you have 'cuffed to this fucking bed. And if you don't fucking well get out of my house within the next five fucking minutes, you'll be wearing the end of my boot on your fucking blonde cunt!"

There was another one of those heavy, pregnant pauses and I felt my arms begin to tremble. I watched the taller blonde woman's face run through the emotions of shock, anger and, finally, defeat.

"Well, I have never-" She began, bluff and bluster pouring off every word. I stepped up, swinging my right hand in a quick, tight arc that ended with my open palm connecting with the side of the pretty face.

She made a strange mewling noise, stepped back against the doorframe of the bathroom and raised her hands protectively to her face.

"Four fucking minutes left, you bitch. And I mean it!" I heard myself say.

The blonde woman, now reeling from both verbal and physical assaults, finally snapped into some kind of action. She dodged past me, grabbing her clothes as she went, and fled out of the room; not making any further sounds. I stood for a moment, listening to her retreating steps, and closed my eyes. A few moments later and the front door slammed shut. I turned back to look at my sister.

Jennifer had turned her face away from me once more, and was crying into her shoulder.

"Jen. Are you okay?" I meant the words to sound soft, sympathetic. But they came out harsh and cracked. Jennifer probably thought that I was angry with her. But nothing could have been further from the truth. Since mom and dad had died, Cassie and Jennifer were all that I had. Jennifer didn't answer me. Didn't even acknowledge me, but carried on crying into her shoulder and long dark hair. I cleared my throat and tried again.

"Jennifer, please. Tell me you're all right."

"All right?" she said, half laughing, half sobbing. "All right? Trussed up on my bed like the cheapest whore who ever sold her body? The- The fucking- dirtiest slut who let herself be gagged and raped? And then caught by my little sister? Am I all right? Do you think that I'm all right?!"

She still would not look at me. But I could not bear to see her that way. Could not bear to see by big sister so broken and forlorn. I ran over to the bed and threw myself down beside her; wrapping my arms around her body and pinning my head against her breast. Jennifer struggled to shake me off but she was trussed and 'cuffed to the bed. Prone and unable to fight me. I took advantage of it; holding and clinging on to my big sister as though my life depended on it. I felt the coldness of her skin warm beneath me as I hugged her. Felt her writhing and shaking slow and, eventually, stop.

I lay on top of and beside my sister, holding her fiercely and feeling her soft warmth of her hartbeat against my ear through her breast. Her breathing slowed and calmed.

"Kimby, I'm so- I'm so, so ashamed!"

Those last words were choked through renewed sobs and tears, but I still clung on to her.

"I'm so- I'm so ashamed! Oh God, how did it come to this? Oh God, Oh Kim, please forgive me, please!"

Jennifer's sobbing was incessant. I had never heard her like this, and it both frightened me and - I don't know - it brought out other emotions too. I lifted my head up until I could see my big sister. 

"Hey. Hey it's all right." I said. Jennifer still had her head turned away. Still sobbing, but quietly now. I used my hand to touch her chin and draw her face round to mine.

"It's okay, Jen. Really it is. Don't cry."

Jennifer sucked in a huge breath, then let it out. She coughed a noise that could have been a harsh bark, or a laugh.

"Oh God, you must hate me. You mu- must think I'm the most disgusting creature on earth. Your pervert big sister!"

"No, no-" I began, but Jennifer was shaking her head.

"What; finding me here trussed up, naked, butt-plug strapped into my mouth: oh yes, it was her butt-plug all right. She had it in all the time she stripped me and 'cuffed me. Then, when she wanted a shower, she just took it out of her ass and stuffed it in my mouth. Pretty filthy huh?"

"Jen- Jen, you know I'm a lesbian, right? And you should know that none of this is a shock to me. Not even the 'cuffs. Not even the plug. I just-"

"But that's not the half of it, little sister."

Jen stared at me, fire in her eyes, then she looked away once more. I asked her what she meant but she shook her head. But she could not move, and I would not leave her. Eventually, she turned back to look at me. This time, there was that faint, tired smile, soon replaced by a terrible grief.

"I really am the most disgusting creature, Kimby. I really am. I'm worse even than those rapists you see on TV."

"But why? Why, Jen? Why do you say that? What have you done?"

"What have I done? Nothing. But it's what I want. It those terrible, terrible desires that make me so disgusting."

Jennifer was really scaring me now, and part of me wanted to free her (somehow) , and leave her alone. But I could not. There was a long, long pause before my big sister next spoke.

"It- it happened not long after the accident with mom and dad." she said. "I had been getting headaches during the day and bad dreams during the night."

"Dreams about mom and dad dying?" I said. Jennifer smiled.

"No. Much worse. Dreams about sex. Lots and lots of sex."

"Sex?"

"Uh-huh. And all of it was with women. All of it. Kimberly, I've never thought of myself at a lesbian. I mean I kissed Mary Delaney once in high school, but that was just a kiss, and only a curious one at that. No, these dreams were very graphic, very vivid. Dreams of women undressing me, making love to me, doin-doing this kind of thing to me." She glanced left and right to her hands.

"But that doesn't make you disgusting, Jen!" I said. "I've been dreaming about women since I was fourteen! And I know that I'm not disgusting!" I said that last bit with a smile. Jennifer didn't return it.

"Did you ever dream about fucking your own sister?" She asked me. I felt stunned. My God, did she know about me and Cassie? Was our incestuous liaison so obvious already? I was, for the second time that day, left utterly speechless. Jen stared at me, watched me avert my gaze, then looked away.

"You see? I am the most disgusting creature."

I looked up quickly, holding onto Jennifer's right shoulder with my hand, squeezing a little against her soft skin.

"No, no. It's not that Jen. Really. I, I just-"

"Oh God, I want to die." 

"No! Jen, please listen to me. You don't have to hide any of those feelings with me. Not any of them."

"Why? Because you're a lesbian?"

"No. Because I love you. Love you very much."

To emphasise the point, I lowered my head and kissed her on the cheek softly; once, twice. The third time at the corner of her mouth. She turned he head to me.

"I dreamed about you too." she said, staring hard at me, the fringe of her dark hair trembling as it rested over her eyes. Perhaps she meant it to shock. Maybe it was her idea of pushing me away from her. But I smiled.

"That's okay" I said, kissing her softly on the cheek once more. "That's okay, Jen." I kissed her again, and again. I suddenly felt my heart thumping hard in my chest. I knew that thump. Recognised it. Remembered it from my first intimate encounter with Cassie. It was the heart-thump of lust.

I kissed and kissed Jennifer and, eventually, I felt her own lips kiss me back. I turned my head and she turned hers. Our lips met. We kissed.

We kissed!

I felt Jennifer's soft, red lips squash against my own as they embraced, squashed together, then separated again.

"It's okay" I kept mumbling, "It's okay."

Our kisses lengthened until there were long moments between each separation. I felt Jennifer's lips part a little and, sensing this, held the kiss, letting my tongue snake out and reach into her mouth. There was a little jolt from my sister, but then my tongue was welcomed and I felt the return kiss from her tongue; hot and sweet in my mouth. Then it withdrew quickly.

"Kimby, this is so, so wrong!" she whispered. "It's not right!"

"But it's what you dreamed of, right?"

"Yes."

"And it's what you want, right?"

"...yes."

"And I want it too, Jen. God knows, I love you."

"You do?"

"Yes. Yes I really do."

"Oh Kimby."

This time the kisses were long, and passionate. I put my right hand round the back of Jennifer's head and held her slightly off the pillow. I felt a surging, tingling sensation between my legs and welcomed it. Jennifer was writhing on the bed, clearly turned on. I reached out with my free hand, touched the side of her face as we kissed, then trailed my fingers down her neck, collarbone and onto her chest. My fingers found her nipples; hard and raised. On impulse, I stroked them with my fingertips, then squeezed them a little. Jennifer moaned within my mouth. I trailed my hand down further, over her smooth, flat stomach and into the soft, tight curls of her pubis. He legs were spread open, pinned wide apart, and her soft pussy was open too. I slipped a finger down the hood of her clitoris and between her lips. Jennifer broke off the kiss.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh heavens, Jesus! Kimby, Oh God!" she said, turning her head one way then the other.

I dipped my finger between her pussy lips. She was so wet! My finger slid inside her and I felt the huge surge of sexual electricity run through me. Not only that; but the incredible, awful taboo of knowing that I was fingering my own sister. My other sister!

I pulled my finger out and raised it up to my face. I let her watch as I opened my mouth and slipped the same, come-covered finger into it. I sucked on it, eyes closed, then bent down and kissed her again. Jennifer's tongue was urgent in my mouth; rolling and tasting her own come from between my lips.

"Let me get you out of these." I whispered, gesturing to the 'cuffs.

"No." Jennifer shook her head. "No. Keep them on. I- I like them. Make love to me, Kimby. Fuck me, suck me, do anything you want to me. I- I want to be just yours."

"You like being tied up?"

"I like being-" Jen turned her head away from a second, even now, hating to acknowledge some new secret. "-vulnerable." 

I stared at Jennifer for a second, not sure what to say or do. Then, still staring at her, I reached down between her legs once more and dipped two, then three fingers inside her hot, wet snatch. She was so open. I pulled my fingers out and brought them up to her face. I watched as she licked and sucked them greedily. When they had been licked clean of her juice, I bent down and kissed her again.

"Kimberly, I-"

"Shhh." I said, placing a finger, longwise against her soft lips. "No talking."

Jennifer looked at me then nodded slowly. I returned the nod, then got up and shifted down the bed. I shuffled until I was kneeling beside her body, then bent over once more and pressed my lips against her navel. I kissed her belly button and inhaled the deep, rich scent of her skin. I kissed her navel again and again, becoming increasingly aware of how turned on I was getting. I could hear Jennifer moaning quietly and, when I looked up at one point, she had her eyes closed, mouth open in a slight 'O' just the way Cassie did when I made love to her. I banished that last thought; it was too close to some kind of infidelity. But of which sister, I couldn't even begin to say.

I kissed down my sister's navel until my lips reached the soft, dark curls of her pubis. I let my fingers snake into that short thatch, pressing against the soft, vulnerable skin beneath. Jennifer's breathing was getting deeper, more ragged. I could smell the heady musky smell of her sex as I pressed lower and lower between her legs. Eventually (after a little - just a little - teasing), I let my tongue find it's way towards Jennifer's raised clitoris. I touched her hard nub with my wet tongue, and I felt a bolt of sexual energy ripple through us both. I lowered my mouth and let my lips cover the hood of her clit; letting her sex fill my mouth. Jennifer moaned loudly, calling out to God.

I sucked gently at my eldest sister's pussy at first; small sucking motions between my lips. But then (and partly because I was now so horny I couldn't stop myself), I sucked harder and harder, well aware that doing so was almost cruel against such hyper-sensitive organ. Jennifer was thrashing against the 'cuffs. Squirming as I sucked hard against her clit. The taste of her was amazing! Different to my own; different to Cassie's, but somehow the same as all three. I let go of her clit and slurped greedily at the wide gash between her pussy lips. They were slick with come; dripping onto the bed sheets as I licked and licked at her.

"Oh fuck me! Oh fuck me! Please!" Jennifer cried. I sucked hard on her clitoris one more time, the got up from my crouched position, moved away from that wonderful nestled spot between my sister's long, smooth legs. I knelt up, then back off the bed, standing up on legs that protested against being crouched for so long.

"Kimby, don't leave me!" Jen implored.

"I'm not." I said. I looked around and spotted what I wanted. A long, medium-thick yellow dildo was lying on the floor close to the bed. I reached beneath my skirt and slipped Cassie's panties over my hips and down my legs, stepping out of them but keeping the rest of my clothes on. I picked up the dildo then got back on the bed, kneeling close to Jennifer's body.

She had a hungry look in her eye as she watched me open my mouth and slide the dildo into it. I sucked and sucked on the veiny plastic sex toy then leaned closer to my sister and took it out of my mouth.

"Open wide." I said. Jennifer did so, and I inserted the dildo gently into her mouth. She sucked and licked it hard, eyes half-open.

"That's enough." I said, taking it out. I moved closer again, but this time swung one of my knees over her prone body so that I was facing away from her. I shuffled back a little until I could feel my ass close in front of her face.

"Help yourself." I said, settling back until I felt the warmth of Jennifer's breath against my legs and ass. There was a slight pause and I knew it was Jennifer's hesitation, but I didn't force the issue. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt Jen's hot breath against my wet pussy lips and then, ever so hesitantly, the soft, warm sensation of her tongue against my sex. I felt myself repeating that same 'O' with my mouth as Jennifer started to lick gingerly at the lips of my pussy. I pushed back a little further and felt her tongue respond; sliding into me as though it were a finger into a glove. After this glorious sensastion (Jennifer's tongue was long and warm and oh-so-perfect), I felt her mouth close up against my sex. That feeling of - enclosure - of having my clitoris wholly sucked by another woman, was almost enough to send me into a shuddering orgasm. For a learner (if that was really what she was), My eldest sister was a natural at licking pussy.




Three of a Kind Pt. 03



I opened my eyes, aware that I was approaching one of my explosive orgasms much too quickly. Focussing on my sister's beautiful spread legs, I wet the thick yellow dildo with my mouth once more, then began to rub it up and down her waiting pussy. I felt Jennifer moan, almost stop licking me, then writhe on the bed. Bending low and propping myself on one hand, I used the other to slowly insert the thick, bulbous head into the wet, open slit between Jennifer's lips. Jen's moaning and writhing continued until I had planted all seven inches of the dildo up inside her. The feeling on pushing the sex toy up my sister's pussy was incredibly sexy, and I felt that wave of orgasm rise within me once more. 

"That looks so beautiful, Jen." I said. "Oh yeah, that looks so good."

Jennifer broke off her mouth-mauling and took a few ragged breaths.

"Oh Kimby! I never knew I could feel so horny. Oh God, that's so good. Fuck me, Kimby: fuck me!"

I duly obeyed, using my free hand to pump the dildo in and out of Jennifer's sopping pussy. Despite all the attention it had just received, my own pussy was aching for more. I shifted on my knees and said

"Lick me."

But Jennifer didn't lick my pussy. Whether it was me shifting my position, or a conscious choice on her part, I next felt my eldest sister's long, wet tongue press up against the hole of my ass. 

"Oh Jennifer." I said, taking the time to feel her tongue rasp up and down over my naked asshole. "Oh that feels so good. I love my ass being licked!"

As if this were a new passport to it, Jennifer started rimming and licking my open asshole with her lips, tongue and teeth. I had been rimmed before - many times - but the sensation was always an electric one for me. Being rimmed on my sister's bed as I fucked her with a dildo was a crescendo of feeling that could not be ignored. I doubled, then re-doubled my own efforts at fucking Jennifer's pussy with the dildo. I hear a high, keening noise rise from my sister behind me, and knew - just knew - that she was on the crest of an orgasm like me. Abandoning the dildo, I bent low and began to munch greedily at Jennifer's pussy. The heady scent of sex was in my nostrils as I flicked my tongue over and over and over her clit. There was a pulse; once, twice as I felt Jennifer's pussy contract. Her orgasm was wild and that alone was enough to send me over the edge. With her tongue still lapping at my open asshole, I felt my own pussy convulse as wave after wave of orgasm burst out of me.

The two of us were moaning, panting into each other's bodies for long moments as the waves of orgasm slowly died away. Carefully (my pussy was always tender after sex), I shuffled round until I was lying close up against my sister. Although I still had most of my clothes on, I nuzzled up against her, throwing my arm over her lower chest as I laid my head on her shoulder.

"Jen, I love you so much." I said, meaning every word of it.

"Oh God, Kimberly. That was the most- the most incredible, fantastic sex I've ever had. It was so, so wrong,"

"No! No it wasn't wrong at all!" I said, raising my head to stare into her eyes. "Jen it was perfect! It was- it was like it was meant to be. All of it." and, as I said it, Cassie's image shot to the front of my brain. Again, I had that odd sense of betrayal, and again could not say for who.

We lay quietly for a few moments. Then, in her very normal, grown up voice, Jennifer said:

"Kimberly, did you pee on me?"

I giggled, then laughed out loud as I hugged my naked sister. I looked across to the hollow of her throat and saw she sticky wetness of my own orgasm on her skin.

"No, silly." I said. "It's not pee. Not really. It's just my come."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." 

To prove the point, I got up onto my elbow, leaned into Jennifer's throat and started licking and kissing at my own come.

"Ahh, that's nice" said Jennifer, appreciating the kisses. I lapped up enough come, then move up and held my face over hers. I arched my eyebrows in query and Jen, biting her lower lip in thought or decision, nodded. I closed my eyes and lowered my mouth to her lips. We kissed, and I opened my mouth, letting the juice of my come trickle into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around mine, lapping at the sex-juice and we kissed for long, long minutes. When we stopped, I lay back down with my head on her shoulder and was ready to fall asleep.

"Ow."

"What?"

"My arms are really hurting now."

"Oh gosh, Jennifer, you should have said!" I jumped up and scrabbled at the nearest 'cuff.

"How do you open it?" I said. "Where's the key?"

"Just- just press the button on the side."

"Press a button?" I said, as though that solution was far too easy. I looked for, and found a small metal knob on the side of the 'cuffs. I pressed it and the catch slipped. I prised it gently off Jennifer's wrist then went over to the other 'cuffs. Amazingly, there were no welts or red marks on her wrists or ankles.

"I like the feeling" explained Jennifer, smiling as she sat up and rubbed her wrists, "but not the pain!"

I looked at the 'cuffs again and saw that they were lined with leather or some other soft material.

"Wow, my arms feel really stiff!" said Jenifer.

"Here" I said. "Let me get your ankles." I reached down and unclasped both cuffs around her ankles. Jennifer bent her knees and brought her feet up to rub them. I watched her for a moment or two rub life back in to them, rubbing away the pins and needles.

"How do you feel?" I said. Jen gave a comic scowl. 

"Awful. That was nearly an hour in those 'cuffs. I-"

"No. I meant, how do you feel about us? Me?"

Jen opened her mouth; ready answer waiting to come out but somehow stalling. She looked at me, looked away.

"You mustn't tell Cassie." she said.

"Jen, listen. I think I should say-"

"No!" There was a real force behind her words. "No. You must promise me you'll not say a word about this to Cassie. Not one word! Promise me Kimberly?"

Then it was my turn to stare, mouth opening and closing like a oxygen-drowned fish. I felt that this was becoming too much to bear. First, my growing desire for Cassie; the long slow love-making we had shared together and short hours we'd spent in each other's arms. And now the explosive lust of fucking with my other sister, Jennifer; hot rampant sex that made me orgasm with a volcanic gush. 

And promises to each of them that I could not tell the other. Was my lust that deep, that depraved? It must have been, because I found myself nodding and agreeing to Jennifer's promise. I wouldn't tell Cassie a word about the sex Jennifer and I had just had. I turned round and sat on the edge of Jennifer's bed, turned away from her so that she wouldn't see the tears that threatened my eyes.

"And what about from here on?" I said, aware of how small and feeble my voice sounded. Jennifer pulled her legs up and over the edge of the bed, sitting up close to me. She didn't put her arm around me (and I really really wanted her to), but sat quite contentedly in her nakedness beside me.

"From here on?" she echoed. "Kimby, I just don't know. I just- Well I mean- I- I just don't know."

I got up, wiping a tear from the corner of my left eye in such a way that Jennifer couldn't see. I feigned a startled gasp and said;

"Omigod! Cassie will be back any time soon! I'd- I'd better go get a shower and change."

Jennifer did not panic. "Kimberly...." She let my name linger, put a trailing hand on my thigh as I stood up. 

"God! I'd better go!" I said, rising from the bed and walking to the door. I will not look back. I will not look back, I told myself as I took step after step. I didn't stop to pick up my panties, but went straight to the bedroom door where I'd sent the blonde bitch packing nearly an hour ago. I turned the handle, opened it and walked through. Only at the very end did my willpower fail me and I snatch a brief glimpse backwards. Jennifer was still on the bed, naked; hands folded on her closed knees. Breasts sitting pert and only partially covered by the long tresses of dark hair flowing down her back, shoulders and front. Her lips closed; not in a smile or a scowl. Just closed. But her eyes aimed right at me; unreadable.

I walked out, felt my heart catch in my chest, and wondered if it was going to fail.

Chapter 6

"I've been thinking" Jen said, as she breezed into the room care-free. She had showered and changed into a pair of jogging pants and one of her old running sweaters. She looked very athletic, with her dark hair still wet from the shower. I was downstairs, slouched on the sofa with my nose in one of my criminological study texts. I was determined that I would re-acquaint myself with my work, even if the rest of my life had been pulled though a food blender.

"Yeah?" I said, throwing a smile over my shoulder, "What's that?"

I hated this part with any lover; trying to work out what the after-sex conversation was going to be like. Some lovers get all shy. Some lovers get silly and want to marry or elope with you. Some lovers get mad, like doing what you did together was wrong, and it was your fault. I hoped it wasn't that last one with my big sister.

"Well" said Jennifer, her paralegal PR voice creeping in, "It's when you use that blob of gray mass to come up with variable solutions to a problem or issue."

"Duh" I said, grinning again, still unsure of how Jennifer would react.

"I was thinking" said Jen, stepping up a little closer to me, "that I'm not sure how we can define what you and I did as incest."

"Jennifer!"

"No really. Did you know, in the Victorian age in England, about a hundred thirty years ago, incest between women was considered impossible? Impossible, Kimberly!"

"What, like there'd be some kind of force field between us?" I said.

Jennifer laughed lightly and came up behind me. She put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

"Oh Kimby, what are we going to do?" she said. I had no answer, was still trying to gauge her reaction to our energetic love-making. I felt Jennifer's hand slip down from my shoulder onto my collarbone. Linger there.

"I never felt such-" she paused for a minute, groping for the right word, "-such extraordinary feeling before Kimby. When you touched me. It was like- it was like you and I were meant to do it. Is that so wrong?"

Her hand was now at the curve of my left breast, her fingers kneading ever so gently at the skin beneath the thin top I'd put on.

"No, Jen. I don't think it's so wrong" I said, turning a little to look at her. Her fringe bobbed just above her eyebrows, and gave her eyes and incredible feminine look. She really was very, very pretty. No more or less than Cassie, but in a more - I don't know - more classical way. Her hand sunk lower, until it lightly cupped my breast. I could feel my nipple rise up hard against her palm. And she could feel it too.

"So you don't mind if I dream about you again." she said, her hand rubbing gently at my breast. Incredibly, I felt myself start to get horny once more.

"No I don't mind" I said, batting my eyelids at her to let her know I felt the same way about her. "I don't mind if you do more than dream, Jen."

Jennifer bent down to kiss me; a classic lover's kiss where both parties knows what's coming but neither is in a hurry to get to it. In my book, one of the best kind of kisses, and something I had cherished with my other sister Cassie. We were into the second phase of kissing; that urgent, passionate stage where tongue lash and teeth clash, when we heard the door being opened. Cassie was home. Jennifer and I broke off our kiss, like well-rehearsed illicit lovers, and she flopped onto the couch next to mine, switching on the TV with the nearby remote. When Cassie walked in, she would have seen her bookish little sister (lover) on one sofa with her nose in a book, and her elder sister cycling through the million-and-one cable channels.

"Wow!" said Cassie, firing off one of her huge smiles. "That smells good! What's cooking?"

There was nothing cooking, and we all knew it. I looked up at Jen from over the top of my book. She looked at Cassie, then back at me and smiled. I sighed, shut the book with an audible clap and got up.

"Okay, okay. What do you want; chicken salad or casserole?"

I looked at both of my beautiful dear sisters. They grinned at me.

*****

The six days that followed were a personal private hell for me. A private hell dripping with so much sex I could barely tell you where to begin. A private hell with secrets and betrayals I thought would tear me apart. But let me give you a flavour of this particular erotic, sex-driven and maddening week of hell.

That night; the evening of the first day Jennifer and I fucked each other, I lay in bed, wondering how and when I was even going to switch off the turmoil in my head and get some sleep. I had rolled, tossed and turned in my new room then, finally, got up, cloaked myself in my dressing gown, tip-toed down the hallway, and let myself into Cassie's room. Despite everything, and the urgent desire for sex never far away from my proximity to her, I slept deeply and soundly in the naked arms of my sister. 

We woke early (actually, Cassie woke me up with a soft, insistent stroking of my thigh. It marvelled me that I could wake up horny; actually slip back from the dream world to the real world already hot and wanting sex. It was as if some part of my hind brain were reacting to Cassie's touch even though the rest of it was asleep). I had spooned with Cassie during the night, allowing her to curl up against my back, two pairs of legs pulled up at the knees and bent. 

Cassie's hand drifted up from my knee to the top of my thigh then back down again. As it rose up, I straightened my leg. I felt Cassie's soft finger drift up the very high, sensitive part of my thigh and tickle my short pubic hairs. I heard a sigh escape my lips. Down the hand went again, and up it rose. This time my legs were a little more parted and, this time, Cassie's fingertips brushed against the fur between my legs and the puffy skin beneath. The hand travelled down again, and up and (by this time, nearly panting), I shifted onto my back a little more so that Cassie's fingers tickled all the way up to my clitoris. I felt her had mould up against my sex; fingers finding their way between the already-wet lips of my pussy, and over the hood of my awakened clit. 

Cassie slipped her hand beneath my body. I raised myself slightly to accommodate it and settled back down as I felt her other hand reach round and hold my breast, squashing my bullet -hard nipple against her palm. Then, using her nose and lips to move my hair, I felt her begin to nuzzle into my neck, planting wet kisses, drawing small slices of love with her tongue and she held my breast, played with my pussy. The feeling was absolutely, absolutely heavenly. I closed my eyes to the multiple sensations Cassie was drawing from me and felt the orgasm ride up like a deep, insistent high-tide surf rising up the beach. No fireworks, no spectacular explosion of sexual outage, but a long, slow orgasm that I thought was neither possible nor sustainable. After I had come, I turned round to kiss my sister and share the heat of my passion with her. Cassie let me take over then; let me move and shift around her like a hospital orderly, kneeling, shifting and laying next to her body as I kissed her neck, spent long, long minutes exercising my mouth, teeth and tongue on her beautiful heavy breasts. I drew lines of love down her body; one from my tongue down her tummy, one down her leg from my still-wet pussy. Used fingers and mouth in the most tender way I could to open the heady, musk-lade lips of her pussy. I must have eaten her pussy for a long time, because after I had lapped up the juice from her orgasm (every last drop, and you'd better believe me), Daylight was breaking through the curtains.

We lay together for a little while; holding, stroking and touching each other. Whispering and giggling, kissing and telling each other we loved her.

Heaven.

Then we had got up and Cassie reminded me to go back to my room in case Jennifer was up early and caught us together. She can't ever know about us, Cassie had reminded me. 

I sighed, went back to my room and got ready for the day, pulling on jeans and a top, wearing Cassie's panties and sandals.

Breakfast had been brief, with both sisters trying to catch my eye when the other wasn't looking. At one point, when Cassie had left the room to brush her teeth, Jen had stepped up to me with a smile on her face. I was by the dishwasher, loading it with our plates and bowls.

"Sleep well?" she said, her hand slipping between my ass cheeks and squeezing me. Anyone else, and I would have batted it away or been offended. But with Jen, it seemed to press just the right button for the butterflies in my tummy to wake up and flap about.

"Sure." I said, beaming a smile as I let her hand press against my sex.

"I didn't" Jen said, running her tongue across her beautiful lip-glossed lips. "Tossed and turned all night. Mostly tossing, as it happens."

I had smiled, biting my lower lip. Jen had leant toward me and whispered, "Sneak into my room tonight."

"I can't!" I said, in a harsh whisper. "What if Cassie sees us?"

Jen had squeezed me a little harder, winked, turned around and walked off, not one or two seconds before Cassie reappeared, asking for a ride into town.

Later, after I'd calmed down a little, I got a text from Jennifer:

'1215 at prkway n grn. Plz cum.'

Twelve-fifteen at Parkway and Green. A place in town far too expensive for me to usually be seen in. Like millionaire's corner. I sighed, defeated by my own intrigue and desire for sex to resist.

I left early, and got the Parkway and Green a little before twelve. There was a small park nearby and I went to it, sitting on a bench near a small fountain and drinking in the day-time sun. I was woken up by a buzzing from my jeans pocket. I picked out my cellphone.

'R u there?'

I got up, putting my cellphone away and walked toward the corner of Parkway and Green. There was a sleek black ford parked right there by the road. As I approached the sidewalk, the window of the ford opened.

"Hey" drifted out a familiar voice, "Wanna ride?"

I grinned, pulled open the passenger door and hopped in. Jen, clad in one of her skirt suits with the skirt raised high up onto the thighs so she could drive, grinned back at me. She had those big sunshades on that she liked, with red red lipstick. I stared at her legs and looked back up at her, licking my lips.

"Here? In the car?"

Jen laughed. "Kimby, I always knew you were a lesbian, but I didn't know you were always horny! Buckle up."

I did, and Jen drove me the short distance to a little side-street lined with those big old blocks of apartments the kind you needed a six-figure salary to own. She parked up and got out. I followed. 

Jen sorted through a jumble of keys from her handbag and eventually picked one out. She went to the main door, let us both in, then called the elevator in the central hallway. We got in to the tight cubicle and, even before the doors had fully shut, had our hands on each other.

When the elevator doors opened on the ninth floor, we were the perfectly respectable pair of women once again. It made both of us smile.

"What is this place?" I said, as Jen led me toward a grand door near the front of the building.

"Oh we have a few places in the company" she said, selecting a key and inserting it into the lock. "Some we use for PR shoots, others for company employees to stay at if they've come from around the other side of the world. This one, however" she said, opening the door to one of the most magnificent apartments I had ever seen, "belongs to my boss. Actually, the MD. He's away, and wanted me to feed his cat."




Three of a Kind Pt. 03



I stepped into an apartment so huge and opulent that I thought it must have been part of a movie set. In the main lounge (at least twice the size of the one in our house) there was the kind of furniture that only comes out o very expensive interior designer's workshops. A huge leather sofa dominated the centre of the room; semi-circular and finished in jet black. A very large flat screen TV was set into one wall, a large faux fireplace opposite. A gigantic chandelier hung over the room; its thousands of sparkling crystal edges giving the place an almost unearthly feel. The carpet underfoot was thick and soft, with Persian rugs (I somehow knew they had to be genuine Persian) dotted here and there.

"Wow."

"Yuh. You should see the bedroom" said Jen. "He's actually got mirrors on his ceiling and I'm sure there's a hidden camera in there somewhere. Old perv."

I was still staring round at the flat, mouth open but nothing coming out of it. Jen rested against the back of the sofa, taking a moment to draw in a deep breath.

"I, uh. I had sex here once." she said, almost absently.

I shot her a look. "You had sex with the MD?" I had seen the MD in one of Jen's corporate team photos. He was an old guy; slightly gray and pallid with eyes that stared just a little too hard at you. The very thought of my tall beautiful sister baring flesh to him was, in every essence, 'Eeeuuw'.

Jen smiled. "I said I'd had sex here, not with the MD."

"Ah."

"It was last year. He was away and Evan - he was one of our reps in New York - Evan had stayed for a week. Evan was... ...pretty energetic, to say the least."

Jen stared at the floor for a moment, lost either in the past, or what she was about to say. I stood still, giving her time to gather her thoughts.

"At the time" Jen said, picking up her thread, "there wasn't even the faintest notion that I might be a lesbian. Not even the faintest spark. Evan had a great body, you know? He was a pretty damn fine lover. Didn't do anything to make me lose faith in guys, sexually I mean."

There was another pause and I shifted on my feet. I didn't want to interrupt her, but hearing about my sister's sexual exploits with other people - despite the shocking intimacy we had shown each other - still made me feel very uncomfortable. Jen was lost again for a moment, then looked up.

"So why did I start having so many dreams, so many fantasies, about women? Where did it come from?"

I shrugged, unable to give her an answer. For myself, I had known I liked other girls from a very early age. Knew, even before I started fantasising in a sexual way when I was thirteen or fourteen that I wanted another girl as my partner. For me, there was no mysterious revelation. Jen took another deep breath.

"At first, I thought it was great fun; spicing up my fantasies with a woman or two. But then it began to prey on my mind. Well, not prey so much. Settle, I suppose. I felt vaguely guilty about it, but could say why. But then I started to have more explicit dreams. And in some of them there was you. And Cassie."

"You dreamed about Cassie?" I said, blurting out the words. Jen held up a hand. 

"Not another word." she said, stamping her finality on that subject. I let it slip. For now. Jen looked at me; her eyes twinkling beneath her black fringe; face framed by her large hoop earrings and made to look even more stunning with the bare minimum of make-up.

"Why, Kimberly? Why has this all started happening?"

"I -uh, I-"

"I mean, it's one thing to fantasise about lesbian sex, right? But it's like way off the scale to think about undressing your little sister and- and- ...God, even thinking about it is getting me started."

Two red spots had appeared on Jennifer's cheeks. She wouldn't look me in the eye, so I stepped over to her. I reached out a hand, brushed away a strand of hair from her face and curled it behind her ear. She leaned her head a little as I did it, like a lover would.

"The same things have happened to me." I said softly. "I've had- I've had feelings for you too. Maybe they were both - yours and mine - just buried a little bit. We're sisters, Jen. Maybe it's not so bad that we can feel this way. Please. Please don't feel sad."

Jen looked up at me sharply.

"Sad? Sad? Kimby I don't feel sad." She took my hand and gripped it. "If I felt sad, I'd probably feel a bit better. No, I don't feel sad. I feel guilty, but that's because I've had nothing but you in my mind since yesterday. I feel guilty because I'm so fucking horny I could strip you right now and fuck you raw."

There was another long silence. Jen stared at me with some kind of defiance, as though she were picking a fight. The bloom on her cheeks had risen to a full blush. I licked my lips.

"Okay then." I said.

"What?"

"Okay then." I repeated. "Do it. Right here. Right now. Because I'm telling you Jen, there's nothing we can do together that will stop me from loving you. I thought I showed you that yesterday."

Jen stared at me for a moment longer, her stare softening a little, but still full of fire. She reached out a hand and settled it on my tummy. Then she drew it down until it rested on my pubis. She flicked a peek past my shoulder, then looked back at me.

"We've got twenty minutes." she said.

"Better hurry up then." I replied with a little impish smile.

Jen reached out with her other hand and undid the top button of my jeans. She zipped me loose, then hooker her thumbs by my hips and slowly pulled my jeans and panties over my ass and down my legs. I stepped out of them, still wearing my two-inch sandals. Jen stood up, still not taking her eyes off me, and tugged at the hem of the top I was wearing. She pulled it up and over my head, discarding it on the floor. Then she unclipped my bra and slipped that off me. Naked, but for my sandals, I stood in front of my big sister and smiled at her. Jen put her hands against my sides; palms warm against my flesh. I laced my arms around her neck and she pulled me into an embrace, our lips finding each other and our tongues dancing round one another. 

It felt incredibly erotic being naked up against my sister wearing her expensive clothes. My breasts were crushed against hers and I could feel the bones of her bra press against me. She pulled my hips closer to her with her hands, then slipped them over the curves of my ass and squeezed at me. 

My heart was thudding again; not just at the fact that everything she did to me; every touch was perfectly weighted to make me feel more horny. Not just that. What really sent me spinning was knowing that I was doing it with my big sister. That taboo was the emotional hard-on that I could not ignore.

Jen pulled out of the kiss and manoeuvred me with her hands.

"Lean over the sofa." she breathed, her hot sweet breath tickling my mouth. I did as she wanted, and bent over the back of the leather sofa. The leather was shockingly cold against my skin, but I knew I'd warm it up in no time.

I felt Jen kneel down behind me and then, after she had parted my legs wide open with a gentle insistence of her hands, I felt her breath between my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes at the same moment that I felt her tongue - hot and wet - slick up and down against the sensitive puckered skin of my asshole. Tentative at first, Jen began sawing up and down between my ass cheeks with her tongue, wetting and softening my very sensitive area. She knelt back for a moment, and I felt the tips of one, two fingers rub up against my anus.

"Kimby, I love your ass." She said. I murmured an agreement, too lost in the sensation of sex to articulate a suitable response.

I felt Jen slip the tip of her finger into my asshole, and moaned at the pleasure.

"I've always like it anal" said Jen, imparting another intimate secret to me. "It always gets me so horny. Wait there." she said, then stood up. She retrieved her back, rummaged around in it and then produced a fair-sized dildo with harness straps attached to it. I stared at it for a moment, preparing myself to get a good fucking from my sister. I was wrong.

"Kimby, I want you to put this on" Jen said to me. "And there's something else. But put this on for me, please?"

I stepped over and took the strap-on from her, slipping into the harness easily and tightening the straps so that it sat snug against my pudenda. While I was doing this, Jen had reached underneath her skirt and had slipped her panties off. Dropping them to the floor, she picked out two more things from her bag. One was a small tube of jelly, the other was one of her sets of handcuffs, the ones with the leather insides. She handed me the 'cuffs. "You know how they work." she said. "I want you to put them on me. Wait." she added, at the end. She unclipped the top of the tube of jelly and squirted some KY onto her finger. Then she reached round behind her and applied it behind. After doing that, she assumed the position I had just used; leaning slightly over the tall back of the leather sofa. She was still fully dressed, but for her panties. She looked at me over her shoulder and reached back with her arms stretched out behind her.

"'Cuff me." she said. I stepped over and clicked the handcuffs over her wrists. She let them fall to the small of her back.

"I might fall if I lose my balance." she said. "You'll have to hold on to me."

I nodded, wiping the residual KY from Jen's fingers onto and over the strap-on dildo. As a lesbian with some experience of dildos and other sex toys, I was perfectly comfortable with them. Some dykes just don't like to be reminded that there are cocks in the world, but I wasn't one of them.

"Where do you want it?" I said, my voice low. Jen looked at me over her shoulder.

"In my ass." she breathed. "Fuck me in my ass, Kimberly."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Oh yeah. I'm clean."

I stepped closer behind my sister and lifted up the hem of her skirt until I got it hitched up over her hips. I pressed onto the little bone at the small of her back as I guided the tip of the dildo toward the lubricated hole of Jennifer's ass.

I was about to say "You're sure?" again, then thought better of it. Using one hand to guide the dildo, and the other to hold onto Jen's ass, I pressed the tip of the fake cock up against Jen's smooth, lubricated hole. Jen hissed a "Yeeeeess!" as the first centimeter widened her sphincter for entry. I realised that my sister had a beautiful tight ass, so I gripped the dildo a little tighter, used my had to spread her ass cheek, and leaned in to her. There was, at first, a moment of mere pushing; I pushed Jennifer closer to the sofa as I felt the base of the dildo press up against my pubis. There was a press, a press, and then-

Jennifer stifled a cry as the full head of the dildo slipped inside her sphincter and up inside her asshole. I held it there a moment; watching as the tight muscle of Jen's ass contracted around the thick dildo. Then I eased in a little further, pushing the dildo deeper inside Jennifer's ass until I felt the tiny soft hairs on her inside cheeks against the hand holding the dildo.

"More?" I said, more of a murmur than a whisper.

"Yesss! Put it all in Kimby!"

I leaned in further, moving to brace both hands against her smooth, rounded ass cheeks. I watched, feeling my own heart begin to race faster and faster, feeling the red flush of sexual excitement spread down my face to my naked chest. I watched the dildo ease slowly inside my sister's ass until I felt the base it was connected to plant up against her flesh. I held the dildo inside her, wondering (perversely) what it would feel like to be actually so far up inside her like that. I could feel my own pussy aching for attention. Feeling that, and realising the position I was in, I reached a hand underneath Jennifer's lovely ass and felt for the wet gash of her pussy. 

Jen let out a long, heavy breath, as though she had been holding it in all that time, and moaned for pleasure as she felt my fingers dance around the crack between her pussy lips. She was dripping wet and I flicked my middle finger up against the hood of her clit.

"Oh fuck me! Oh fuck me, Kimberly. Fuck my ass hard!"

I withdrew my hand (licking it briefly), then grabbed the central link chain between the handcuffs on Jen's outstretched hands, pulling her shoulders back. I set my other hand on her ass cheek and started to ease myself backwards and forwards; slowly, carefully, watching the plastic dildo stretch the tight skin around Jennifer's ass as it slid out then in. Jen was breathing deeply, moaning 'Yesss' every now and then. I kept a grip on both her ass and the 'cuff chain, and started to up the rhythm when I felt Jen's sphincter begin to loosen up. Pretty soon (and it was pretty soon; Jen's ass was wonderfully pliable), I was drawing the dildo out almost full length, then driving it back in again. I was fascinated with the sight of it going in so deep up my sister's butthole and became aware of how quickly turned on I was. The ribbed underplate of the strap-on was rubbing and grinding against my own clit, and it was making me even more horny. 

Dropping the 'cuffs, I pressed down on Jen's ass cheeks with both hands and started pile-driving her ass with the strap-on; banging up against her ass every time I drove the dildo as far as I could. Jen was writhing as she lay spread over the sofa; her moans now nothing more than choked gurgles. I could feel that familiar wave of orgasm start to ripple through me; like a tsunami rumbling deep through the ocean water; rising each moment as it approached the beach. 

"Do you fucking like it?" I started saying, feeling double-dirty as I dildo fucked Jennifer hard and deep. "Do you?"

"Yes! Oh yes" she moaned, arms flopping uselessly up and down against the small of her back. We fucked like that for a good few minutes (although it felt like hours), until I felt the wave of orgasm surge through me. I carried on ass-fucking Jennifer through that first wave; feeling the heat of it flush through my body. Then; my clit infinitely tender, I slid the dildo out of Jennifer's ass and watched her sphincter wink at me as the muscle gaped the hole, then contracted. 

Jen slid off the sofa and, turning to me, knelt in front of the dildo and took it into her mouth. Seeing her suck the dildo that had just been rammed seven inches up her butthole, looked incredibly dirty. Her dark hair was still held tightly in a pony-tail, and her fringe bobbed slightly as she sucked back and forth on the dildo. I felt a second wave shudder through me as I watched Jen suck the dildo between my legs, then I eased it out of her mouth, knelt down in front of her and took her face in my hands. I stared at her for a moment, then leaned in and kissed her deeply. 

She had an earthy taste on her tongue; the taste of her own ass. It felt incredibly erotic. Jen shifted, and I head a small click, then her hands were free and she was holding me round the waist in a gentle, lover's clinch. We kissed for a few minutes more, then Jen broke off.

"We gotta go." she said. I nodded, not wanting to break off so great a fuck, then reluctantly got up. We kissed once more, then I turned around to retrieve my clothes. I bent over to get my panties and jeans when I felt a sharp crack on my ass cheek. I sucked I air, shocked, for some reason, at the little spank. I felt my ass cheek warm to it though and looked over my shoulder. Jennifer was smoothing out her suit, giving me an evil grin.

"Save it for next time." I said, my voice dripping honey.

*****

After Jen had dropped me off back at the park (no last kiss goodbye, despite my desire for one), I walked slowly home, grabbing a salad on the way back. By the time I got home, despite the beautiful sunny day, I felt thoroughly miserable. I could barely separate the images and emotions I had in my head of each of my beautiful sisters, and each one had stamped upon it some kind of 'top secret' caveat that betrayed me against the other. I got back home, feeling lonely lost and guilty. I felt guilty not just for my sisters, but for my parents. What had it come to: that I would start seducing and lesbian fucking my own sisters just a couple of weeks after they had died? How would the shame of my actions ever find forgiveness with their memories?

I told each sister, that evening, that I wasn't feeling well (which was, technically, true - I felt dreadful) and went to bed early. I woke up refreshed the next day; having slept through peacefully for once, but Cassie was sulking. I had not visited her. I promised her, over breakfast, that I would come by the seconds shop and see her. 

I'd left it until nearly lunchtime when I made my way across town to Cassie's shop. It was a beautiful sunny day again, and I let the warm rays cheer me up. I hadn't touched myself since Jen and I had sex in her MD's flat, and was by now feeling pretty frisky. I had put on my default outfit; g-string, jeans, low-heeled sandals and a little vest top. But, at the last minute, with a stray thought of Jen running through my head, I took off the vest top and swapped it for a jacket; a little number halfway between suit-jacket and day-jacket. Then I took that off, removed my bra and put the jacket back on. The smooth lining on the inside of the material rubbed sensuously against my nipples. I felt a little bit naughty, but was in a 'what-the-hell' mood.

I caught Cassie in the middle of dealing with an awkward customer; one who was arguing a point or two. Cassie looked up at me, smiled feebly and returned her attention to the larger, middle-aged woman. Cassie's cheeks were flushed and her hair was unbound and a little straggly around her shoulders, as though she had been combing it with her fingers (a habit she's had from when we were young). I stood behind the middle-aged woman and started pulling faces at my younger sister. Cass caught my eye over the woman's shoulder and I saw just about every flick of emotion from startled, to horror, to humour then back again as she and I locked gazes.

I picked up a dress from the rail behind me and held it against my body. I ducked and curtseyed; making 'O' shapes with my mouth like a cheesy 1950's pin up. At one point, I heard the middle-aged woman drawl;

"Are you taking this seriously?"

And Cassie replying;

"Yes, yes of course madam."

Feeling myself slip into a fit of giggles, I turned to put the dress back on the rail just as the woman whirled round to glare at me.

"Do you work here too?" she snapped.

"No ma'am." I said. "But that is such a beautiful color" I added, nodding toward the hideous blue summer gown she was holding.

"You think?" said the woman, surprise unknotting her eyebrows.

"Oh yes, definitely. Anyway. Have a nice day." 

I moved off, hearing the woman mumble something after me. I made it down to the shoe-rack before I started giggling again. I didn't dare turn round until I heard the commotion behind me drift away. When I did look around, it was to see Cassie striding purposefully up the aisles toward me. I yelped, and dashed for one of the cubicles. I managed to get the door almost shut before Cassie's sneaker-clad foot wedge it open. I yelped again, cringing back into the corner as Cassie squeezed in.

"You little... little minx!" she hissed at me. I was giggling and yelping as Cassie started prodding and tickling me.

"That was Mrs Blayard, Kimby! If she doesn't get her weekly rant over and done with today, she'll be back here tomorrow!" 

I giggled and howled quietly as Cassie dug her fingers into my ribs. Eventually, her fingers found their way round my back and down to my ass. I reached behind Cassie's shoulders and pulled the western-style half-door closed. Leaning close in to each other in the confined space, I found myself being pressed against Cassie's large breasts; feeling her tummy press against mine as her hands asserted themselves around my rear.




Three of a Kind Pt. 04



[Previously: Kimberly is dealing with the turmoil of loving both her sisters, and keeping those feelings secret from the other. And that's without the recent death of her parents to consider...]



ONE WEEK LATER

Cassie came home later than usual. It was Monday 8th, the evening before the hearing at the lawyer's office and I was still kicking my heels at home (my new home, I had to keep reminding myself). I had thought about calling or going to see Amanda. Not for the sex. Good God, I was getting more sex than I thought was possible. Almost too much for my overactive hormones. Almost.  No, I felt like calling Amanda at low points when I wanted someone else to talk to. But then I could hear the whine in her voice and I knew that I'd be re-opening a Pandora's box of emotions, for both her and me.  

So as the date of the will-reading edged closer, I'd re-immersed myself in my old studies, taking my mind off the constant battle between desperate need for sex with both my sisters, and the awful guilt of feeling as though I were betraying both of them. Jennifer had gone to work during the day, but had come home early. We had fucked, of course (it was almost a fait accompli if I were alone with either sister). A real lesbian quickie on the kitchen table. Jenifer had fucked me with a cucumber that was so cold it numbed my pussy. I had never been vegetable-fucked before, and could imagine no-one else but Jennifer, with her love of wild, no-limits sex, doing it to me. I had come all over the cucumber, squirting my orgasm down the length of the green organic dildo as Jennifer pressed her lips against mine and I squeezed hard against her breasts.  As quick as I had come, Jen had washed the cucumber and returned it to the fridge (a part of me could not believe that she still intended for it to be eaten). Then she went up to shower and change. Throughout that quickie, Jen had not even taken her suit jacket off. 

It was as I emptied another tin of tomatoes into the rich bolognaise sauce that Jennifer came downstairs, dressed casually in a pair of shorts a t-shirt and a jogging top. The shorts showed off her long, smooth legs and her sweater hid those high, pert breasts I had rubbed on not twenty minutes earlier.

"Mmmm. Smells good" said, coming up to the cooker. She smiled at me, kissed me briefly on the lips, and flopped onto one of the chairs by the kitchen table. 

"Do you know when Cassie's coming home?" I said.

Jen stifled a yawn, stretched her arms up high (making her breasts strain against the sweater, I noticed). "She should have been home ages ago. We've got the meeting tomorrow. I wanted us all to sit down and talk it through."

"Mmm."

I was about to ask Jen something about the legal process; something trivial and really just for the sake of conversation when there was a crashing noise outside the front door. Jen and I looked at each other. Jennifer was getting up to investigate when we heard the door key sound and our sister, Cassie, walked in. She looked dreadful.

I dropped the wooden spoon I had been using into the pot, heedless of whether it would sink in the bolognaise, and ran over to Cassie. My younger sister's thick hair was messed up, long strands of it uncoiled from the thick braids she preferred to keep them in. She looked as though she'd been crying and had that worn look of someone who was either mentally or physically fatigued.

"Hey hey, what is it?" I said, setting my arms against her shoulders and feeling her arms through the thick fabric of her green coat. Cassie looked up at me first, then Jennifer, then sighed.

"I -uh. I don't know, Kimby." Hearing that pet name from Cassie's lips made me shiver a little. Taking her elbow, I led her into the kitchen diner where Jen had pulled out a chair for Cassie to sit on.

"Are you hurt?" said Jennifer, concern heavy in her voice. "Did something happen to you?"

Cassie waved a hand in dismissal. "I -uh. I got a text."

"A text?" Jen and I said it at the same time; looked up at one another, then back to Cassie.

"Look."

Cassie held out her cellphone and Jen took it. She checked the mail function, knotted her eyebrows, frowned, then handed it to me. I looked at the LED screen:

"You will get nothing from her parent's will, unless you call me. Do not tell your sisters."

"Who is it from?" I said. Cassie looked up at me, her eyes wide.

"I don't know." she said. I went to hand her the cellphone back but she shook her head a little. I put it back on the table. There was a moment of awkward silence, then Jen - sensible wonderful Jen - said exactly the right thing.

"Well whoever the fuck it is, they've got no right sending shitty texts like that. Cassie, go take a bath upstairs. Kimberly, you help me get dinner done. We're going to ignore that stupid text and open at least three bottles of wine to have with this excellent Italian. Now come on. Someone's just trying to spook us before the reading tomorrow, and we're not going to let them; right?"

"Right!" I said, sounding more convinced than I felt. "Come on Cass" I said, taking her hand and giving her a peck on the cheek. Cassie looked up, gave me a smile, then slowly got up from the table, as though she were an old lady instead of the young, beautiful and healthy woman she was.

Cassie took a few deep breaths, then smiled at me and Jennifer in turn. 

"Scum-bags, huh?" she said, shaking her head a little.

"Damn straight" I replied.

Cassie went upstairs and to the main bathroom. When she was safely out of sight and earshot, Jennifer picked up Cassie's cellphone and picked the mail function again. Then she drew out her own cellphone from her jeans pocket and called up her phonebook function.

"Look" she said, handing me both cellphones at once. I took them and stared at the screen. Cassie's had the number from the abusive text. Jennifer's had the same number with the name "Barbara C" next to it.

"Barbara C?"

"The blonde bitch who just made it out last week before you were going to tramp her triangle with your boot."

"Oh. Oh!"

"Yeah. Bitch must have decided this as some kind of twisted revenge or something."

I was stunned for a few moments. Had my anger; my rage, sent Barbara over the edge? On a course of vicious revenge at a woman who she'd never met, just to get back at me? And how in hell did she get Cassie's cellphone number?

I put the cellphones back down, carefully lest I threw them in anger. I fumbled for words several times, trying to come up with the right thing to say. Eventually, I found it.

"Bitch."

Jennifer nodded. "Yeah. And tomorrow, we're going to do a bit of sorting out, believe you me."

"Tomorrow?" I said. "We should be out there right now looking for that bitch! What if she-?"

"We're switching all our cellphones off." said Jen, interrupting me. "And taking the house phone off the hook. And not answering the door. Because tonight, we are doing exactly what I said; We're going to eat, drink and be merry. If not for us, then for Cassie."

I nodded, happy to be corrected out of my bad mood. "So, you want me to fix up this pasta, yeah?"

"No. I want you to go upstairs and check up on Cassie; make sure she's alright. I'll get things sorted out here."

"But I-"

"No buts Kimberly, please. Go and check up on Cassie."

Jen stepped up to me and bent her head slightly. She kissed me very lightly on the lips and I felt her fingers dance over my left breast, making me tingle.

"And remember," she said, replacing her lips with a 'shush-up' finger against mine, "Not a word to Cassie about you and me. You promised, right?"

I nodded, feeling giddy at the swirl of thoughts with the tingling prospect of kissing and fucking Jennifer spiralling one way, and the thought of helping a naked Cassie into the bath swirling the other.

"Okay." I said, turning to walk away. God! I thought. Why couldn't the best sex in my life just be normal?



*****



I knocked quietly on the door as I got to the bathroom.

"Hey Cassie, are you in there?" I said.

"Is that you, Kimby?"

"Uh-huh."

"Come in."

I opened the door to a puff of steam and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I looked over at Cassie as she lay in the tub. She had her head back, resting on a sponge, her heavy, perfect breasts tilting either side of her chest as bubbles bobbed around a shoreline just below her ribcage. I couldn't help staring at her; at how attractive she was, and caught myself biting my lower lip.

"Catching a peek?" She said, her voice dripping with playfulness.

I smiled, a little embarrassed, and nodded.

"You don't mind do you?" I said, stepping up to the tub. Cassie raised herself a little from the water, exposing her glistening wet breasts.

"Help yourself." she muttered lazily, closing her eyes. I knelt down beside her and started trailing my fingers in the hot water, letting them brush randomly against my sister's naked body.

"Mmm. 'snice. Wanna come in?"

"Nah. Jen just sent me up to see if you were okay."

"Jen sent you up?"

"Yeah. We were both worried about you when you got in today. That maybe the text you got was, I don't know, really upsetting you."

"...Jen sent you up here? Like what; she's the field-marshal or something?"

There was a note in Cassie's voice I didn't like. Something rebellious. I shook my head, smiling. 

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I was all for staying with the dinner and leaving your lazy ass to wrinkle up in the suds."

"Bitch."

"Eat me"

"Okay."

We shared a lingering smile. I trailed my hand up to Cassie's face and touched her cheek. She nuzzled into my palm, irrespective of the soapy wetness.

"Cass," I began. "About Jen...."

Cassie opened her eyes. Stared at me.

"No, Kimby. You're not going to tell her. You can't. You promised."

I sighed. Dropped my head. Cassie reached up and took my hand with hers, drawing it back to the water and settling it on her chest. My fingers automatically searched for, and found, the swollen bud of her nipple. Cassie was holding my hand against her body; squeezing my hand to squeeze her breast.  But I suddenly felt a little ill. I smiled inwardly at the irony. I'd come up to check Cassie was okay, and there I was feeling more wretched and miserable that ever.

"Hey, you okay baby?" Cassie said. I looked up and smiled, but felt the stinging in my eyes even as I did that.

"Yeah, yeah.  I'm okay. It's just- I'm just a little-"

I withdrew my hand and stood up.

"I just need to get out of this... ..sauna and finish the dinner. Jen and I agreed that we would all have a girl's night in. Pyjamas, chick-flicks, food wine and no calls, okay?"

Cassie caught the 'don't go there' look in my eyes and said, "Okay."

"That means no hanky panky." I said, wagging my finger at my sister as I dried my wet hand on a towel.

"Okay," said Cassie, looking all mock-serious. "No hankedy-pankedy. At least until Jen's gone to bed."

I smiled lamely and reached for the door.

"And don't stay there too long" I said, opening the door to leave. "'Cos even if I had the chance, I wouldn't use an iron to smooth out the wrinkles in your lazy ass."



*****



We rendezvoused down in the main lounge exactly at 8 o'clock.  We'd gone to our separate rooms to change into our pyjamas, and I'd done exactly that; wearing a sloppy sweaty over my pyjama top and pulling on some thick bed-socks to go with the high-rise shorts I liked to wear. I met Jen downstairs and she was dressed almost the same as me; her tall athletic figure wrapped in a cardigan with slippers instead of bed-socks on her feet. We chatted for a few minutes while the rest of the dinner was prepared. 

Apart from the rich bolognaise sauce, Jen and I cooked some fresh tagliattele, spaghetti, and gnocchi. We also did some home-made garlic bread (Jen's speciality), and a big bowl of salad.  My stomach rumbled at the sight and smell of it.

Cassie wandered down a few minutes later, wearing tight boxer-style knickers under a loose ra-ra skirt and two t-shirts on top. Nothing on her feet.

"Oh. .My. God." she said, leading the way with her nose. "That smells so, so good. When do we eat?"

"Right..... Now." said Jennifer, turning with three pasta plates in her hand. 

"You want to eat here?" I said, looking at both sisters, "Or in the lounge?"

"Here." said Jen, automatically.

"There." said Cassie, at the same time. They looked at each other. In profile, I marvelled at how different they were to each other, and how wonderfully beautiful they both were.

"Okay" I said, before a mini-cat fight could emerge. "Let's eat the pasta here, then attack the ice-cream over there."

Jen said okay. Cassie shrugged. 

The meal was really, really good and I had to stop myself from eating too much and getting a belly-ache. Cassie was tucking in with her usual appetite for food, and even Jen was enjoying it. We were onto our second good bottle of Rioja when I sat back; finally defeated.

"That's it. Not another bite." I said.

"What about Ice cream?" said Cassie, wagging a pasta-laden fork at me.

"Doesn't count." I said. "Besides, as long as I can lay fully stretched for about half an hour, I reckon I can get more space for seconds."

"Where the hell do you put it?" said Jen, shaking her head at me. I looked down at my small, boyish figure. 

"I don't know." I said, looking at them with big, innocent eyes. "Maybe it's all going to into my ass one day."

"Then we'll have to smack it out of you!" said Jennifer, daring a naughty grin in my direction. There was a tiny, frozen moment.

"Jennifer!" said Cassie, frowning. Jen started to blush (and that was worse, somehow. Jennifer hardly ever blushed).

"Okay, that's it." I said, half-growling. "We're going into the lounge and we're starting with 'Heathers'. Pasta over. Short interval before ice-cream smack-down. And if anyone wants to take a crack at my ass, they'll have to get through the fists of fire first!" I raised my hands, making small fists with them. Jen and Cassie both giggled. It made me look silly, but it broke the ice. What the hell.

We cleared away the dishes and food, and went into the lounge. Jen worked the TV and DVD players, and Cassie and I flopped onto the main three-seater. Jen took the two-seater at a right angle from us. The film started and we got through about twenty minutes before our own conversation drowned out the blare from the TV. The wine was still flowing quite freely, and I could tell that we were all loosening up a little.  More than once, I had to bat away Cassie's hand as her fingers roamed across the sofa toward my thigh.

"Ooh," said Cassie, as though she had just forgotten something, "I need to pee. Be back in a tick."

She got up, steadied herself, and set off upstairs for the bathroom. Jen watched her go, then leaned across the sofa toward me.

"I am so fucking horny!" she said, that evil little gleam in her eye. "Come sit here with me."

I shook my head, unable to articulate an answer.

"Oh Kimby please; just come here and let me touch you a bit."

"Jennifer, no. Don't do this to me!"

Jen frowned. Maybe she was wondering what I mean by that. What I did mean by it was; 'don't get me all horny then tell me to keep your silly secret straight away, because Cassie wants to do exactly the same thing'. I smiled at her; hating to see her frown, but the wine was making her bolder than usual, and she gave me her puppy-dog look.

"Don't you want a quick cuddle?"

"Jen! A cuddle is one thing, but you and I both know that-"

I broke off as Cassie returned to the room.

"I miss something?" she said, clearly catching the tail end of the conversation. Jen was still draped across the sofa, but I had crossed my arms.

"Nothing." I said, a little sullenly. Jennifer, enjoying watching me squirm a little too much, waved a hand lazily.

"Kimby was just talking about how she popped her cherry with another girl. It sounded fun."

"Jennifer!" Cassie and I said it at the same time; that blurting of a name that only a sister can make into an reproval. I was cross, but Cassie was getting mad, I could tell.

"That's a mean fucking trick." she said, wagging a finger at our elder sister. "There's never been anything wrong with Kimby being a lesbian. Nothing at all. It's mean to poke fun out of her!"

Jennifer held up a hand, placating. "I'm sorry. No, we weren't even talking about Kimby's girl-on-girl adventures. But-" she added, before Cassie could huff or puff even further, I did have something I wanted to show you. Something I taped the other day."

Jen, still wearing that wicked grin, got up and put a DVD into the player. Then she came back and started the movie. It was a home-recorded movie, and the logo at the top right hand corner gave it away even before it started. 

GayGirl TV

"Hey!" said Cassie, brightening. "I saw this too! I mean I did see it" she added quickly, a little embarrassed. "I mean I saw the logo. I mean the station. You know the gay thing."

Jen and I looked at each other, and then at Cassie, who was going to keep digging a hole for herself unless we stopped her. We both laughed, and once again the ice between us sisters had broken again. Jen flopped back on the couch and turned up the volume.  

"How the heck did you...?" I began. Jen waved a reply.

"I was up late, and looking for something to watch, when I cycled through this."

"Hang on" said Cassie. "Isn't this a pay-per-view?"

"Sure." said Jennifer. "That's okay, right?"

"Oh yeah" said Cassie, a little eagerly. "That's cool with me. I just- I just wondered, is all."

"That okay with you Kimby?" Jennifer said, winking.

"If I keel over with embarrassment, will that be answer enough?"

"Oh don't be such a prude." said Jen, winking again and turning up the volume.

The advertisements drifted away and a girl with a dreamy voice announced the premier of a new movie, instructing us to sit back and enjoy the show; with friends or without.

"Definitely with friends!" shouted Cassie; "Whoo-hoo!"

Jennifer and I laughed. The movie title came up.

'Little girl lost'

I coughed in the back of my throat. 

"What?" said Cassie, nudging me with her hand; "You know this film?"

I smiled back. "Let's just say it's reputation goes before it." I said. "Hey-" I added, struck by a new thought, "-you two have both seen porn, right?"

"Sure." said Jennifer.

"um, yeah." said Cassie.

"Okay. So have you seen lesbian porn?"

"Sure. Most porn has lesbians in it, right?" said Jennifer.

I smiled and sat back.

"Watch and learn. Watch and learn." I muttered, taking another sip of that lovely wine.

The storyline to the film, and it definitely had a storyline (unlike some factory-churned out pornos), was that a girl returning from her university on the other side of the country realises that two of her oldest friends have fallen for each other. While she got into some lesbian trysts working money for her university fees (dancing and screwing with other girls to make money for guys at strip joints), she was shocked to find out about her old friend's new lust. The first sex scene - between the two old friends - hit the screen straight away. It started with low-lights and some sensuous kissing between the blonde and brunette, which led to some graphic and well-shot oral sex between the two girls.

"Wow." said Cassie, next to me.

"Cool." said Jen.

I got up and poured more wine for my sisters, seeing how rapt both of their faces were. We got into about half an hour of the film, and through two more scenes (one of the main actress dancing out and erotic number with a super-hot blonde, and another with the two old friends in the garage where one of them worked; only to be caught by the main character, who was shocked to see them at it.




Three of a Kind Pt. 04



"That is so, so, so embarrassing!" said Cassie. Jen and I stared at her.

"What?"

"Getting caught out by someone you know like that. It'd kill me."

"Oh get real" said Jen. "It's half the fun getting nearly caught, right Kimby?"

The smile froze into place on my lips.

"What do you mean?" said Cassie. "Have you ever been caught with another girl, Kimby?"

"More times than I'd like to admit." I muttered.

"Really? Like, when?"

"Lots of times."

"Was it exciting, nearly being caught?" Cassie said, a light gleaming in her eyes. I could tell she was talking about us; about me and her, but didn't want to say it aloud. I could tell she was getting turned on too, but wasn't able to admit it.

"It was horrible." I said.

"Oh puh-leeze" said Jennifer, stretching cat-like across the sofa towards us and winking. "It's so much fun. I love nearly getting caught out!"

Cassie giggled. I shook my head, smiling.

"Yeah, but you'd hate to be actually caught out, right?"

"Oh I don't know" said Jennifer, running her fingers through her hair. "Depends on the company."

"Really?"

"Sure."

I stood up, took a dropped-hip pose and looked at her. Then looked at Cassie. Both stared at me, wrestling with their own thoughts and desires, but unable to open up to them. The TV behind us, despite the action between two blondes who could have been twins, was forgotten.

"Well" I said, choosing my words with care, "What would you say if I were caught in bed with, say, Cassie? Huh?"

Cassie purpled as soon as I said it. Jennifer stared at me, sobering fast.

"Or-" I added, before either sister could speak, "What bout if Cassie caught me and Jennifer in bed together?"

Jennifer didn't say anything, as flushes of embarrassment (and shame?) hit both sisters. I knelt down on the floor between them and took their hands in each of my own.

"What if we were all caught together? Huh? What would someone think of that?"

There was a moment of absolute frozen silence, then Jen tried to pull her hand away. 

"Kimberly, this is silly..." she began. I held on to her hand. Held on to Cassie's too.

"I'm tired." I said. Cassie picked up on this.

"Uh, yeah. Maybe we should all go to bed...."

I looked up at her and smiled, sadly.  "No, Cass. I mean I'm tired of the secrets. Tired of trying to hold everything in."

"What- what do you mean?"

I looked at both my sisters; Cassie on the edge of gloom and despair, Jennifer as though she were about to jump up and run. I smiled, getting more confident.

"Tired of holding back." I said. "Tired of keeping secrets from both of you. Tired of playing games." 

I said the last and stood up. I wondered for a moment if either Cassie or Jennifer would bolt off, but they stayed on the sofas; staring at me. I undid the cord of my dressing gown and shrugged it off my shoulders. Then, wordlessly, I took off my top, and pulled down my pyjama shorts. I stood, naked but for my thick bed-socks, in front of both sisters and held out my hands to them.

"I'm tired of not showing you both how much I love you." I said. I knew that this was it; this was the rubicon over which I had feared to go, and which would shape the lives of me and my sisters from here on. Maybe if I hadn't had any wine to give me that Dutch Courage, maybe I wouldn't have done what I did. Maybe if the erotic lesbian film hadn't been working at my subconscious, I wouldn't feel that way. Maybe if I wasn't so sure of my sisters' love for me, I would never had said what I said. But it was true nonetheless. I was tired of keeping their secrets. And with losing mom and dad so fresh in my mind, it was something I couldn't bear to hold in any longer.

Cassie took my hand but held it limp on her thigh. Her eyes were downcast. 

"Kimby and I have made love several times since mom and dad died." she said. There was a pregnant pause, and I knew Cassie was going through her own torment of admission now. I felt Jennifer's hand slip into mine.

"Kimberly and I have fucked like rabbits over the last week." she said. "I never knew how much I wanted to be with another woman until Kimby and I- Well, until we made love. It was amazing."

Cassie nodded. "Yeah."

I felt the relief slip, like a landslide, off my shoulders. It was out there now; both their secrets and whatever happened from here on, I wouldn't have my conscience to wrestle with. I knelt, naked on the floor holding my two sisters' hands while the lesbian porn flick behind me blared on, forgotten.

I don't know how long I knelt there at my sister's feet. Their admission (to each other, although it hadn't been said that way), was like a benediction to me. I had carried the double guilt of this lesbian incest; had borne the weight of two sets of secrets from the two people I loved most in the world and, hearing each of them admit their passion with me was truly the most wonderful relief imaginable. I could have closed my eyes and slept right then; slept for goodness knows how long, happy and secure in that new-found relief. I did close my eyes, feeling myself smile broadly. When I opened them, I could see that both sister's were nervous. Cassie looked down; her face already deeply flushed. Jen - confident, forward Jen - was staring off to the opposite wall. I still held their hands, but that was the only contact. I took a deep breath.

"It can stop right here." I said.  "It can end here and I will be happy for the rest of my life. I will love you both as much as I ever will and we needn't ever have to worry about these awful secrets anymore."

Cassie and Jen were both silent. I wondered for a moment what they were thinking; what they must be wrestling with now that the knowledge of their taboo trysts with their little sister were in the open. Feeling bad that I should be so happy when they were so low, I let go of Jennifer's hand and went to pick up my pyjama top. I had been foolish to think that it would go any further. It was even more significant than making out with your best friends. These were my sisters and now they had to face their own conscience of sleeping with me, as well as the shame and guilt of knowing the other sister had also done the same.

I picked up my pyjama top but Jennifer reached down and covered my hand.

"I can't stop it." she said, all businesslike. "I can't-"

"I can't bear not being with you.  I'm sorry Cassie." she said, finally looking up at Cass (whose gaze was still rooted to the floor), "But something's happened since Kimberly and I...  ...made love. Something- I- I don't even know how to express it. I-"

"I feel the same." said Cassie, still not looking up. "I feel the same. It's like- it's like something's happened. Something's changed since mom and dad- you know. I can't bear not being with you. With either of you."

I felt a warm tickle on my right cheek and felt the tear roll down to the corner of my lips. I was feeling a little giddy. Were Cassie and Jen both saying they still wanted me? Could they both be willing to see me as sister and lover?

"You- you don't want it to end?" I said, looking up first at Cassie's down-turned face, then to Jennifer.

"No." said Jennifer, staring me in the eye, her dark fringe bobbing slightly over her eyes. "I don't want it to end. Not at all."

I rose up on my knees and leant in towards Jennifer, pulling my hand free. I was crying and laughing at the same time as I reach out, cradled her pretty face in both my hands and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were so soft and sweet that I felt light headed when her lips met mine. I kissed her once, twice, three times. Loud, serious kisses as though I were marking her lips with my own.

"I don't want it to end either."

I heard Cassie's voice to the side and, breaking off my kiss with Jennifer, shuffled to meet Cassie's outstretched arms. She pulled me into an embrace and I breathed in deeply of her scent as her unbound hair covered my face briefly.

When we broke off the embrace a little, I could see there was a shy smile on her face. I bent towards her and kissed her on the lips lightly, once, twice. There was a moment of pause and then I felt her hands on my face; framing me, trapping me there as she leaned back into me and kissed me more fervently. I felt my lips crush against hers, felt them being parted my her large, wet tongue. I felt the heat and passion of her mouth as she kissed me and kissed me; her fingers a welcome cage around my face. 

And then there was a hand on my thigh, and I knew that Jennifer was touching me. I felt Jennifer stroke my leg lightly at first, then knead my flesh with more insistence. Her hands were on my legs now, gently pulling at them while Cassie continued to kiss me passionately. I kept my eyes closed and abandoned myself to the touches and whims of my two sisters. Cassie broke off our kiss and helped Jennifer lower me onto the floor. There was a pause - no spoken words - and then I felt Cassie's breath on my face.

"I love you, Kimby," she said. 

"I love you too." I replied, reaching for her kiss and eventually finding it. "I love you both."

Cassie kissed me again; long slow rolls of her soft tongue against mine within each other's mouths. I let her pin my arms back over my head and felt my legs being gently parted. Then, before I had time to even know what was happening next, I felt the hot, warm stab of a tongue between my legs. I shivered a little as Jennifer began to eat me; at first kissing and licking the hood of my clit with infinite care, and then delving her tongue between my pussy lips and penetrating me with her mouth. I whimpered, feeling (at last!) the true wonders of having both sisters make love to me. I broke off the kiss to grab air, hearing myself mutter some little-girl "Oh, Oh, Oh" noises as Jennifer made sweet love to my pussy with her mouth.

Finally I opened my eyes to see Cassie; still flushed, staring wide-eyed down the length of my body. Staring at the sight of her older sister eating out the pussy of her younger sister. I followed her gaze and watched as Jennifer, naked now that she had taken her clothes off, dug her face between my legs and gorged on my sex.

"Oh God." Cassie murmured. "Oh God, I'm so horny. That looks so fucking good. Oh Kimby, why did we wait until now?"

"Let me taste you!" I breathed, writhing as Jennifer attacked my pussy with her tongue once more. Cassie got up off the floor and fumbled with her clothes. The t-shirts came off first and I watched the heavy bounce of her breasts as they were set free. Then she pulled down the ra-ra skirt until she could kick it off, then stood over me. I looked up at her; at the heavy breasts above me; at the inverted v-shape of her thighs as they met in the middle with the soft triangle of hair between them. 

"Come here. Let me taste you!" I breathed again. Cassie stood over me then lowered herself until she crouched over my face on her hands and knees; her head only inches away from where Jennifer was driving me crazy with lust. I reached up, round her ass cheeks, as prized open her legs before lifting my head up toward her pussy.  The smell of her sex was intoxicating. She was definitely turned on, and inhaling that wonderful earthy scent shot wave upon wave rippling through me. I closed my eyes as I reached up and felt my mouth touch her pussy. She was dripping wet already as I let my tongue explore the outer folds of her sex. I felt her quiver as I began to eat her out, using my hands and fingers to massage her ass while I did so. 

A few moments later I nearly had an out-of-body-experience. I felt my body shift into a new, higher gear as I lay on the floor; legs open to my elder sister's mouth, my own mouth engorged with the pussy of my other sister. It was like absolute incest, and absolute lovemaking. I closed my eyes and imagined myself from above; watching this wonderful scene of three loving sisters giving so much of their bodies to each other.

It was like that; on my back with my mouth clamped to Cassie's wet pussy, when I was hit with the most extraordinary orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. There was no wave upon wave of pleasure and sensitivity. No gradual build up to a crescendo of sensation. It was like being hit by a heat wave in all points across my body. I felt myself shudder and then, before I was even consciously aware of it, heard myself cry out loudly. I felt Jen's fingers dig into the flesh around my hips exactly at that moment, her head jerk up from its place between my legs. I felt Cassie stiffen, then jerk bodily. Watched as her pussy convulsed and her orgasm rained down on my face. It all happened at exactly the same time. Exactly.

We lay there for a few moments, the three of us locked into position by the sensitivity of our own bodies. Then, gingerly, carefully, Cassie lifted herself off me and settled into a laying position on my left side. Jennifer crawled up on my right and lay against me there. No words were spoken, but the three of us lay there naked on the floor of our lounge; arms and legs draped across each other in a jumbled assortment. I curled up on my right side, spooning against Cassie, and laid my head against Jennifer's shoulder. I wanted to tell them both that I loved them beyond measure, beyond the very words I had to describe it. Wanted to, but didn't. My eyelids closed and sleep hit me like a hammer-blow.

I woke up, cold, several hours later. The TV was off and the lights were out. I fumbled to consciousness and felt Cassie's warm heat at my back; her heavy breasts squashed lightly against my mid-spine. But Jennifer was no longer lying next to me. I had a brief heart-beat of panic, wondering if she'd abandoned me, then saw that it was her movement that had woken me. 

She padded silently back to where we lay with a huge blanket in her arms. It was a gift from dad many years ago after he'd visited New Zealand on business and hear about how cold Jennifer had got while he was away. It had the logo of a famous New Zealand rugby team emblazoned on the black-and-white blanket, and was as soft as lambs wool. She knelt down next to me and spread the rug out over both Cassie and myself.

"I was getting cold" she whispered, keeping her voice low so that she wouldn't wake Cassie, who breathed heavily in her sleep. I smiled up at Jen; marvelling at how beautiful she could look in the dead of night. Snuggling under the warm fabric of the blanket, she slid an arm across my side until it reached Cassie's body. We lay horizontal, face-to-face, for a few moments, staring into each other's eyes.

"Are we doing the right thing?" I said, still worried deep in my heart that I had broken a taboo that should never had been breached. Jennifer smiled softly.

"I love you more than I ever thought possible." she whispered. "More than a sister. More than a lover. More than- I don't even know how to say it."

"I know! I know!" I whispered back, grinning. She leaned across the tiny airspace between us and kissed the tip of my nose. We settled back, hearing Cassie's breathing shift behind me.

"Did you feel it too?" I asked again, feeling the shared heat from our three bodies being captured and returned to us by the blanket. "I mean, when I came, it felt like all three of us shared the same thing, at the same instant."

"It was like someone had shot me." Jennifer replied. "It was like- like nothing I'd ever, ever experienced before. Like nothing I could have even imagined. It was- it was like- like heaven."

I nodded slowly, eyes wide, listening to Jennifer say the words that were in my own head.

We lay for a few moments more, just touching each other and bear near each other, then drifted off to sleep again.



*****



It was probably Cassie's insistent rubbing of my ass that woke me up, several hours later. My head was very foggy, as though I'd been asleep for years, and could have slept for more.

"Kimby.....  Kimby!"

"Wha-?"

"Come on, get up, look at the time! It's nearly nine o'clock!"

Startled by this, I raised my head. I was still entangled in the mess of my sister's arms and legs (a wonderful feeling, let me tell you), and my movement also roused Jennifer, who was sleeping quietly on her side, her back to me. Something about Cassie's voice had an urgency to it. And then it hit me. Today was the day of the reading. Today was when we'd hear what mom and dad said in their last will and testament. In less than two hours.

I bolted upright. "Ohmigod!"

I rubbed my face and sat for a moment between my two sisters, trying to get my head together.  Cassie was groaning next to me like she had a hangover (which, I conceded, might be true. Cassie always did find it hard holding her drink). Jennifer, more refined, was getting up by increments, taking deep breaths to wake herself up.

I clambered to my feet, letting the big New Zealand blanket slip away from my naked body. I could feel my nipples being very tender as the blanket rubbed on them. But, other than that, and the general fug of waking up too quickly, I felt fine. More than fine, actually. As if some part of me was not so much made whole as newly-discovered.  My night of incestuous sexual passion with both my sisters had opened up a new door for me. 

Quickly banishing these tempting new thoughts, I turned to look at Cassie, then Jen.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower in my room, then I'm going to start on a quick breakfast. We all need to eat something before we go out."

"I vote we eat you." said Jennifer, smirking.

"Har, har." I replied, hand on dropped hip. "Enough time for that later. We need to move."

I left my two sisters on the floor, and went to shower. Mercifully, neither of them came to visit me while I scrubbed under the hot rain of water. I used the shower to batter my skin; massaging me on the highest pressure sensitivity. But if either Cassie or Jen had knocked on the cubicle door, I've no doubt that we would have been delayed by another good twenty minutes. I felt there was now a sexual openness between us, or at least between both sisters and myself, and that this had raised my sexual radar even higher. Basically, I was starting to feel horny just being around my sisters, just waiting for the sexual rhythm to begin.

I got dressed quickly, and in sober clothes, choosing a trouser suit Jennifer had given to me, with killer two-inch heeled shoes and a pink blouse. On impulse, I decided not to wear panties, rather letting the feel of Jennifer's clothes ripple up and down my crotch as I moved.  I sat for all of two minutes in front of my mirror, putting on the barest of make-up. I used my favorite eyeliner, added a little lilac eyeshadow, and the barest hint of rouge.  I made my way back to the kitchen where I put on the kettle for some coffee, some bread to toast and some eggs to scramble. I was laying out the table when Jennifer walked in.

She was dressed in one of her business suits; the jacket cut to fit her body perfectly, white top peeking out from beneath. The skirt was short, but not slutty, and she wore sheer tights and low-heeled shoes below it. She had put more care into her make-up, adding lipstick where I hadn't, and had tied up her dark hair into a pony-tail, giving her fringe more emphasis. She looked fabulous.

"Hey." I said, smiling as she walked in.

"Hey yourself." she replied. She smiled, but nervously, as though testing the water.

"You okay?" I said. There was a pause before Jennifer looked at me. When she did, there was a question in her expression.

"Are we okay with what happened last night?" She said.

I smiled again, as though to a worried child or (ironically) to a little sister.

"We're more than okay." I said, moving round to embrace her. I slid my arms around Jennifer's small waist and pulled her toward me. She let me pull her, and I felt the soft crush of our clothes against one another as we hugged. I planted the smallest of kisses on her lips; enough to let her know that it was not a mere sisterly kiss, but not so much to smudge her lipstick.




Three of a Kind Pt. 04



"But what about Cassie?" The pinched in her eyebrows was still there.

"Cassie's fine. More than fine. Jen, last night was the most wonderful of my life. Finally, I've felt that something's happened that's good and right, even if feels like it shouldn't be. You feel the same don't you?"

There was the barest pause before Jennifer nodded, returning my hug with a bit more squeeze. I broke off the embrace, and turned back to get the coffee pot.

"Jennifer," I said, using her full name cautiously, knowing that we still had a lot of delicate bridges to get over, "I think we need to tell Cassie about Barbara. She will be there, won't she? At the lawyer's office?"

Jennifer sipped her coffee carefully, looked into her drink, then up at me, nodding slowly.

"We have to tell Cassie about how you know her, and about the abusive text she sent Cass. We've got to be clear with each other before we go in there."

"I- I don't' want to tell Cassie about me and Barabara." Jen said, glancing behind us to make sure we were still alone. "I don't want her to know about be being tied up and- and-"

"Jen, we've got to be clear with each other!" I repeated, sitting down beside her and putting my hand on her silky thigh. "If we go into that office with even the slightest sign of division between us, who knows what Barbara will use against us?"

"But what I did with Barbara-" Jennifer said, plaintively.

"Doesn't matter. Jen, come on; do you really think Cassie is going to question you after last night?"

"Even so, it's not-"

"Not the same as watching you eat out your little sister's pussy? Not the same as getting tongue fucked by the same sibling? Come on, Jen. I think we've earned from each other a bit more credit than that."

Jennifer flushed red, but nodded. 

"Now that we've found each other" I said, squeezing her thigh with my fingers, "I'm not going to let anyone get between us like that." 

Jen freed a hand to place it over the one I had on her thigh. 

"Will anyone get between us?" she said.

"Not if I can help it." I said, getting up to see to the eggs. 

Cassie came down a few minutes later, looking marvellously smart in a pair of slacks, ugg-style boots, white blouse with a long-sleeve black top over it. She had bound her hair into a tight braid down her back, and had even put on some eye make-up. She smiled broadly.

"Mmm. Those eggs smell good!" 

As she got to the table, she offered Jennifer a kiss on the cheek and they exchanged "Hey"'s. I put down a plate of eggs and toast in front of her and Cassie reached up, kissing me on the lips, brushing her finger against my chin as a lover would. Something about the affection between my two sisters and me, and between themselves, bothered me.  Was I still the sexual fulcrum in our trio? If I left would Jennifer and Cassie never show sexual feelings for one another? I couldn't be sure. The only thing I was sure about was that somehow I wanted my sisters to be as affectionate with each other as they were with me. Some reverse-jealousy feeling within me wanted them to have sex with each other. Because if they didn't, then perhaps that made me the sexual freak, rather than the catalyst for our strange, but wonderful sexual sisterhood.

I brushed the thought away. We needed to focus on the here and now. And that meant dealing ourselves a good deck of cards before we got to the lawyer's office.

The three of us sat together at the table; romantic thoughts shelved as we first confessed our recent dalliances to each other (not without some measure of embarrassment, I can tell you), then to our dealings with Grainger, Luis & Bayonne. Then it came to Jen's confession of her S&M sessions with Barbara Chaykin (there had been another one, of course. One I hadn't been aware of, even until then.)

"It was, uh, a phone call she made while I was talking to her one day. She said she'd put me on hold, but she left the phone on while she spoke to her 'girlfriend'. It was pretty coy at first; she was talking about meeting up later on. Then she started talking lower (although not so low that I couldn't make it out), saying how much the other person had been a naughty girl, and how she - Barbara - was going to have to give her a naughty smack or two."

Jennifer paused, not able to meet either mine, or Cassie's eyes.

"It sent a little tingle through me. Never thought about that kind of thing before, but it made me tingle. When Barbara came back on the phone, I said I heard part of her call. She paused, then said that that was quite a naughty thing to do, and maybe I'd need a little smack too. I'd said I was too old for that, and she laughed. She has a pretty laugh. She said she'd be the judge of that."

Jennifer stopped again, took a sip from her orange juice, then a deep breath before carrying on.

"I met her a few days later. This was just over two weeks ago. She had some papers she wanted me to see. Things that may have been from our parents, but weren't. While at lunch, she kept touching me. Not overtly, but enough to make me tingle again. She would brush her hand against mine, or rub her stockinged leg against mine, that kind of thing. She said she was going out later for a drink, and did I want to come? She squeezed my thigh as she said it, dug her nails into my leg just a little."

"Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute." said Cassie, holding up her hands to make a 'time-out' sign. "Was this the evening you disappeared and didn't come back until very, very late?"  Jen nodded. As she did so, I pictured the night in my head. Cassie and I had lazed around, mostly in her bed, touching and fucking guiltily while our elder sister was away.

"Barbara told me it was a dress-code club and some of the dress code was pretty strict. She urged me to wear a short skirt; short and tight and, for some reason - maybe that tingle - I did, pulling out that old leather mini I hadn't worn for a long while. Well, the club was on the decent side of fetish, but only just. Barbara met me outside and gave me a lingering kiss on my cheek as we met. She held my hand inside, clearly happy to be there, and took me in. I got pretty drunk, and saw a lot of stuff that opened my eyes. There were guys and girls dancing and making out. Some with the opposite sex, some with the same. Two guys podium dancing in S&M leathers were all over each other. In fact, I'm sure they were fucking at one point in full view. Anyway, Barbara knew just how to handle a novice like me. She left me for a long time, and I was at the point of leaving when she came back. Some guy had been hitting on me pretty hard and I was feeling pretty uncomfortable. But she 'rescued' me, and took me away - to her flat. We had some more drink, then got talking about the club and S&M. Barbara volunteered that she liked a bit of Dom herself. I asked her to show me. She got all dressed up in her Dom outfit; knee-high boots, stockings, side-split mini skirt, latex basque, gloves. You name it.  That was when she started acting differently. She started ordering me around, saying I was naughty, making her get dressed up like that; and I should pay for it. That tingle in my belly was full-on fluttering now. And I was drunk. So when she bent me over and slapped my ass, I thought it was funny. I let her do it again. And again. I let her slip her latex fingers between my legs and touch my pussy. I even let her tie me up on her bed."

Jennifer took another sip of her drink, then shook her head, as though telling a story she didn't believe. 

"I remember her asking if I'd ever fucked a woman before. I'd said no. Then she said it was high time I ate some snatch. I remember watching her climb over to straddle my face, then pull her panties to one side. She paused for a moment, to let me see it, then sat down and ground her pussy into my face."

I took a sidelong glance at Cassie and saw that her eyes were rapt, her cheeks a little flushed. Was she getting strangely turned on by this? But Jennifer was losing her appetite for this particular confession. She wound up the sexual details, and got to the really interesting part.

"Thing is, Barbara told me that there was a problem with mom and dad's will. Some legal loophole. She said it was something that had almost never come up before in legal precedent. Something that could bring in the police."

"The police?" I heard myself say. Jen nodded, but with an open expression that suggested she knew nothing more.

"Barbara said she'd help me through it, but only if I agreed to be her 'naughty girl'."

"You didn't think to tell us?" said Cassie, her face a mix of anger and disappointment. "You didn't think we should know of some problem?" 

Jen looked up, tears welling in her eyes and reached for Cassie's hand. "Oh Cass, I'm so sorry. I was so embarrassed about the- well, you know. I just couldn't say anything.  I thought I'd try to work it out by myself and- and-"

"It's okay," said Cassie, squeezing Jennifer's hand affectionately. "It's okay. I'm sorry I yelled."

I watched my two sisters for a moment. They sat there, a little stiffly, holding each other's hand. Then, in a moment that made me smile warmly, they reached across the table and hugged each other closely. The confession was over and, when they sat back, the old laughter was there.

"Dammnit!" Jennifer said, dabbing at the corners of her eyes where tears had made her mascara run a little. "Now I've got to make myself look pretty again."

"You look plenty pretty." said Cassie. Jen smiled up at her. I looked at my watch. 

"Umm, Cass, Jen, we'd better go. It's nearly ten."

We got up, made our last preparations (Jen had gotten together all of the relevant papers on mom or dad we thought we'd need), and went outside into the crisp morning air, ready to hear the last will and testament of our parents.



Three of a Kind Pt. 05



The office of Grainger, Luis & Bayonne was everything you'd expect a lawyer's firm to be: Big, spacious and full of the most recent comfortable furnishings. But, underneath it all, there were lots of closed-off cubbies where people could work all day without seeing or talking to another human being. And the furnishings might have been nice, but it was still somehow austere; like someone was giving the impression of comfort, but not quite getting it right. It had a plastic quality to it that had nothing to do with the expensive lighting, or the plumpness of the pillows on the couches. There was a small reception area that we stopped at to present our names

Jen, Cassie and I were greeted only moments later by a handsome young guy with a crisp suit and a sharp smile.

"Hey there!" he said, extending his hand to each of us in a very business-like manner as he showed us into the interior of the office. Jennifer's smile was tight, Cassie's was broad and honest, just like I knew it would be. I don't know if I even smiled at all. The man ("Mark, but you may as well call me the waterboy in here! Everyone does!") threaded us past numerous busy desks where young men and women wore telephone headsets, or let their fingers dance over expensive new computer keyboards.

"Mr Grainger himself wanted to meet you." Mark said, as though that should impress us. "I've heard a lot about this will. Wish I was senior enough to play a role in it!"

"What have you heard?" asked Jennifer, striding elegantly behind Mark.

"Oh, you know" said Mark, dismissively, "just stuff. Anyhoo, here we are!"

He brought us to a large, oak-panelled door and turned the handle without knocking. Jen stepped inside first, but I saw her hesitate mid-step. I followed, and Cassie came in behind me. Mark shut the door as we crossed the threshold.

Mr Bayonne's office was more than the word 'plush' could describe. It seemed the entire office, from floor to walls to ceiling, was decorated in only the very finest things money could buy. The blue carpet beneath our feet was thick and soft. The walls were panelled in oak or mahogany from floor to ceiling. The chairs and couches had a Queen Anne look to them that oozed expensive antique. Bayonne's desk - a gigantic mahogany construction - dominated the room at one end in front of a set of curving bay windows that were sashed in net curtains. Even the drinks cabinet to the side of the room had a very stocked feel to it.

And standing behind the desk, alongside an older man with wispy grey hair and dark pinstripe suit covering his spare frame, was the immaculately dressed blonde siren Barbara Chaykin. She smiled softly, reserving the cool glare of her blue eyes for Jennifer, and Jennifer only. I could feel my older sister's discomfort from where I stood and fought the urge to hug her closely.

"Ladies, good morning." said the older man, extending his right hand palm-up, like a benediction. "Please, sit down. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, tea, something a little more stiff?"

The three of us sat onto the wide couch set at an angle in front of Bayonne's desk. Cassie sat to my right, Jen to my left. Jen had her eyes downcast, away from the withering gaze Barbara was directing at her. Barbara and Bayonne sat down in their own plush chairs.

"Ms Jennifer would like coffee. Cream, but no sugar." said Barbara, twisting her smile a little. "Right?"

Jennifer looked up at last, stung by the intimacy the blonde woman dared to show.

"Water actually." Jen said, staring defiantly at Barbara's cool smile.

"Feeling sweet enough today?" asked Barbara, eyebrow raised.

"Any more and I might be sick." muttered Jennifer, cheeks beginning to glow red. There was a short, awkward silence.

"I'll have coffee, thank you. Black. No sugar." I said, trying to break the ice. Bayonne nodded, his cool smile mirroring Barbara's. I felt a tightening in my chest and felt that already; even before the preliminary introductions were out of the way, the law firm had got the upper hand. Beside me, Cassie drew a finger up to the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm. Let's see" she said. "Well, since you asked, I would absolutely love a cup of camomile and eucalyptus tea. That would be lovely!" she added, smiling broadly. Bayonne's smile faltered a little.

"Camomile and eucalyptus?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Ah, we don't- I don't know if we've got-"

Cassie waved a hand dismissively. "Oh that's a shame. Well, if you haven't got that, then just peppermint tea, thank you."

Bayonne reached for his intercom. "Mark, have we got any Camomile and-" He turned to Barabara, "What was it?" he whispered, urgently.

"Menthol." said Barbara, her smile slipping.

"-and menthol tea?" Bayonne finished.

Cassie raised her hand, smiling. "Eucalyptus, actually. Camomile and eucalyptus. But never mind. Peppermint will do just fine. I keep forgetting, silly me, that not everyone can offer these kinds of things."

Bayonne kept his finger on the intercom.

"A peppermint tea" he said, overriding his last comments. "Coffee, black, twice, and some water." He let the buzzer register a "Yes, Mr Bay-" before he cut it off. He set his hands palm-down on his desk and looked at us in turn, smiling. Obviously a practised technique. I felt a smile begin to grow on my lips. I reached out a hand and took Cassie's; squeezing gently. Oh, my sister Cassie was wonderful sometimes. Ditzy, messy and a little bit shy, but utterly, utterly wonderful. Only she could do that; rescue us from a bad hand by asking for tea.

"While we, um, wait for the drinks" Bayonne said, raising his hands in that almost-benediction once again, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Zachary Bayonne, one of the partners in this fine company. My colleague is Ms Barbara Chaykin, one of our rising stars."

Bayonne adopted an academic's frown. "And you must be Ms Jennifer, Ms Cassandra and Ms Kimberly" he said, directing his gaze correctly to each of us in turn.

"It gives me great pleasure to conduct the matter of your parent's last will and testament. Not that there's great pleasure in the manner of it" he said hastily, "but just in meeting you lovely young ladies. I must say, right at the start, how sorry I am about your loss. We in the legal industry are often described of as cold, calculating or manipulative. I can assure you, that is far from the truth." 

I thought of Barbara, and spared a glance her way, only to see her looking right at me.

"Please," said Bayonne, smiling in a grandfatherly fashion, "accept my condolences, and those of my colleagues."

"The letter we received, Mr Bayonne-" started Jennifer.

"Please! Call me Zack."

"-the letter said that your other partners, Mr Grainger and Ms Ruiz, would also be here. Is there a problem?"

"A problem?" said Bayonne, raising his eyebrows, "Yes. I won't lie to you. But not concerning yourselves. Martha - Ms Ruiz - has a child who is unwell and is staying at home to be with her. Mr Grainger has - unfortunately - left this practice."

"But he only sent us the letter last week." said Cassie, sitting forward a little.

"Yes, yes. It's regrettable. But there are , of course, internal issues that can move things very quickly when they happen. Mr Grainger's departure is a sad loss to the company but, as I said, should have no bearing on your parent's will. I hope you understand."

Something about Bayonne cried out for him to be listened to, believed. And what he said seemed so open as to do away with the need for lies. But I did not believe him. And nor, do I think, did Jen or Cassie. Something had happened, and now it was only Bayonne and Barbara Chaykin. Suddenly I wanted to get this whole thing over and done with as quickly as possible.

At that moment, the door behind us opened, and Mark entered the room carrying a tray of drinks. 

"Whoo!" he said, bright and merry. "Didn't think I'd get through there without spilling a drop!"

He approached Bayonne's desk and went to set down the tray, but Barbara motioned him to the side, where the drinks cabinet was. He set the tray down, distributed the drinks, then left without further word.

Bayonne attempted pleasantries while we sipped at our drinks, until Jennifer set hers down onto the small table next to the couch where we sat.

"Mr Bayonne, please. My sisters and I have struggled a lot since our parents' death-"

I saw Barbara shift in her seat. Was that a smirk on her face? Her gaze had almost constantly been locked on Jennifer, who either did not notice, or was ignoring it as she carried on speaking.

"-and despite your hospitality, we'd rather just listen to our parents' will and move on with our lives."

Bayonne adopted a sombre, pitying expression and raised one palm face-up. "Of course. Of course. I fully understand. This cannot be easy for you. Barbara, if you would?"

He inclined his head toward the blonde woman and Barbara rose from her seat. She was dressed in a lilac suit, her skirt cut high up her thigh. Her blouse was fitted and her blonde hair was perfectly arranged around a perfectly made-up face. To the common guy (or girl) she looked pretty stunning. Unless you knew what a Grade-A freaky bitch she was.

She went to a combination safe set into the wall to the left, opened it and returned with a large envelope wrapped in a red ribbon. But, rather than going to Bayonne, Barbara walked over to where we sat.

"You will notice that the envelope has been sealed prior to your parents' death" she said, without even the trace of sympathy Bayonne showed. "Their signatures have been made over the red seal, and you can see there's been no tampering."

She sounded like a magician, convincing her audience of the facts before she pulled the trick. As she handed the envelope to Jennifer, she deliberately brushed her fingers against Jen's hand. When Jen looked up, Barbara smiled and winked at her. Jennifer flushed red again, and looked down. She passed the envelope to me, and then I passed it to Cassie, who held it up to the light as though she expected to sneak a peek at the contents inside. Eventually, satisfied that the envelope was properly secured, she handed it back to Barbara.

"Thank you" said Bayonne, finally accepting the envelope. "I shall now break the seal and read out the last will and testament."

He did so; slowly, deliberately, and, once he had, he took out a pair of half-moon glasses from his jacket breast pocket and fixed them on. He cleared his throat.

"I Martin Caspian Jones, and I Georgina Kimberly Jones, being of sound mind and good health, do here delcare our last will and testament, made jointly on 3rd of June 2006. In the event of either the death of aforesaid Martin Caspian Jones, or Georgina Kimberly Jones, the worldly possessions and articles of one shall automatically become the property of the other. In the event that both of us should die together, our last wishes are as follows:

To the family of Mr Inushi Kyamoto, we leave the sum of five thousand dollars."

I saw Cassie nod her head beside me, approving. Mr Kyamoto had been mom and dad's gardener for many, many years; watching and seeing each of us girls grow up as we played around him and his lawn mowers, hoes, spades and rakes in our garden. He was a very kind and sweet man, and we all missed him when he died four years ago. Bayonne continued.

"-to the Cancer Foundation, we leave the sum of twenty thousand dollars."

Again, this was no surprise. Mom's sister, who dad was very close to as well, suffered for a long time with breast cancer, eventually losing her battle, but fighting all the way.

"-And to the Supporter's association of the New Zealand rugby team, the Auckland Blues, we leave the sum of one thousand U.S. dollars."

I looked at Jennifer and she at me, eyebrows raised in mock annoyance. Trust dad to pledge some money to a sports team half way across the world that he only visited once in his life. Bayonne paused to look up, smiling. "My dad left half his will to the Boston Red Sox" he said. "It's a guy thing, I guess." 

Cassie barked a short laugh and Bayonne drank it up like it was milk and honey. Then he re-fixed his glasses and carried on reading.

"To our daughters; Jennifer, Cassandra and Kimberly, God hope that they are alive and well, we leave the remainder of our estate; our finances, property equity and articles, an equal share to do with what they will."

I let out a sigh of relief. I had been waiting, dreading, some kind of hiccup or problem like the one Barbara had alluded to in her text. And it hadn't come. Reached for my sister's hands and took them, letting my hands rest in each of their laps.

"However-" Bayonne continued, "There are some provisions. If there are disputes surrounding possession regarding any sums or articles, it is our will that such articles or sums be held in a frozen account until arbitration can resolve this matter. I leave arbitration to Mr Timothy Grainger of Bayonne, Grainger and Ruiz."

Bayonne set down the will, and picked up another piece of paper on his desk. 

"The articles are set out in this inventory, including property portfolio and accounts. An even three-way split of the money left by your parents currently stands at $855,432 each. This includes bonds and long-term asset accounts, to which each of you will have equal access."

Bayonne paused for a moment, to catch his breath. Jennifer sat forward, her hair spilling over her shoulders.

"Wait a minute, did you say we were entitled to a third share each of $855,432?"

"No, Ms Jones. The total calculation of your late parents' assets, not including property portfolio, amounts to $2,566,296. There is a separate footnote saying that details of how to access all the accounts have been lodged with the various bank and asset managers."

I felt Cassie squeeze my hand. "I had no idea.." she murmured, trailing off.

"I'm sorry, Mr Bayonne. Please continue." 

"That really is all there is. There are some personal notes to each of you from your parents, which I will pass on, but the last will and testament is, I must say, refreshingly brief."

"That's it?" said Cassie, looking from me and Jen to Bayonne.

"Not quite." said Barbara, sitting upright in her chair. She did not say the words quietly, but they cut through the air like a knife. Jennifer's face began to darken. "What do you mean?" I heard myself say.

"There is a, well, how should I put it? There is a legal problem with your parents' will."

"And that is?"

"It is null and void. Your parents' cannot offer you anything beyond the grave, as assets made by them are rendered unlawful through an illegal marriage."

Jennifer's voice could have cut ice. "What?"

"Your parents accumulated their wealth during a marriage that was both illegal and improper and, according to statute, such assets acquired are subject to a judiciary process and will be frozen. They can offer you nothing."

"You bitch. You fucking bitch, I-"

"Please, " interjected Bayonne, his confessional hand raised. "Please, excuse my colleague's rather brusque tone. This is, of course, an extremely distressing time for you. However, what Ms Chaykin has to say is entirely true. Unfortunately, under statute, the assets your parents made during their illegal marriage cannot be accorded to you as part of their last will and testament. There is a judicial process that could take many, many months to look into this. In the interim, the assets will be managed by the executors - this company - until a full review has taken place."

"I can't believe this." said Jennifer. 

"How can their marriage have been illegal?" said Cassie, looking very fragile.

"It was incestuous." said Barbara, a hint of a smile on her lips. "They were, in fact, siblings."

*****

There was the kind of pause that all movie directors love to introduce into a shocking scene of their film. It was a stunned silence that rested heavily over the room. Bayonne was holding his hands together lightly, staring intently at his desk. Barbara and Jennifer glowered at each other, unspoken enmity flying between them. Cassie was shaking her head beside me.

"That's ridiculous!" she said, suddenly laughing. "That's- that's just ridiculous! Surely this is some kind of joke?" she added, staring from Bayonne to Barbara. The blonde woman shook her head, still glaring at Jennifer.

"No joke, Ms Jones. Your parents were brother and sister, albeit raised in different families and brought together in later life as adults. They suffered something known as 'Genetic Sexual Attraction' after they realised their shared parentage, but chose - decided - to do nothing about it. Chose, in fact, to conceal the fact throughout their courtship and marriage. The marriage was, of course, illegal and, according to legal statute, renders their union null and void alone with any assets or articles gained as a result of that marriage."

"They could have got such assets separately." I heard myself say.

"All accounts and articles of value, property, etc, were in joint names." said Barbara, forcing herself not to smile.

"But this is ridiculous!" said Cassie, sounding like a broken CD. "How can they have been brother and sister? If they were, surely we - their children - would have been deformed or disabled due to the gene correlation?"

"I can't answer that." said Barbara, airily. "I'm not an expert in genetics nor am I a scientist. Clearly you ladies are extremely fortunate that there aren't any apparent disabilities. But the fact remains that your parents were brother and sister, and their will - made in union - is null as a result."

"And what?" said Jennifer, stiff as a board beside me on the couch, "You get to keep all the money?"

"I'm truly, truly sorry," said Bayonne, interjecting once again. "This must come as a horrible blow so soon after losing your parents. But the law is the law, ladies. All we can do is kick-start the judicial process-"

"Where is your evidence?" I said, hearing the tightness of my own voice.

"Beg pardon?"

"Where is your evidence that mom and dad knew they were siblings when they got married?"

"It's documented in accounts subsequently recovered from the house fire in which they died." said Barbara, flatly.

"You, what, went through the ashes looking for documents?"

"They were... recovered."

"Show them to me."

"Unfortunately, Ms Kimberly, they are now lodged as evidence in the judicial process."

"You don't have copies?"

"Certainly. I can send them to your lawyer. Who would that be?"

"What about evidence that they were siblings at all?" said Cassie.

"Again, documentation."

"That's a lot of fucking bull." said Jennifer, standing up. I, then Cassie followed suit.

"Ladies, ladies, please!" said Bayonne, on the seeming verge of panic. "There is no need for this. The judicial process in already in place. Ms Chaykin can provide you with all the necessary details. I-"

"I don't want to see or talk to this bitch ever again in my life." said Jennifer, raising a finger to point across at Barbara.

"Then, ah, then perhaps one of our junior partners can provide you with the necessary details. I know this is distressing. But please, we will do all we can to ensure that the judicial process is fair and-"

"You'll keep the process going as long as you can, charging our parent's posthumously for your inflated charges, until there is nothing left." I said. Bayonne reddened, and looked away.

"It might be a long process." said Barbara, smiling at me. "We don't employ cheap."

Jennifer closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's get out of this place." she said. "The smell here is making me want to puke."

She turned away from Barbara and Bayonne, and made for the door.

"Ladies please! There are the matters of non-union assets to discuss, and-"

"Go put your fucking head down a toilet" said Cassie, turning away and following our sister.




Three of a Kind Pt. 05



I stood for a moment, looking directly at Barbara Chaykin. "You'll pay for this." I said. Barbara apprised me coolly, as though I were some interesting zoo specimin.

"You can't buck the system." she said, breezily.

"The system is one thing. But you - you - will pay for this." 

There was the momentary flicker of discomfort in her expression. A chink in her ever-so-smug armour. I turned and walked out of the office, following my sisters. Mark, the jacked-up tea-boy, made his way to intercept Jennifer as she led our way out.

"Ladies! Can I get you anyth-"

"Get the fuck out of my way, waterboy."

We left the building, and went home. We even made it into the car before each of us began to cry.