Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 00:35:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jane Doe <malkuth_lies@yahoo.com>
Subject: The End of August

	Ok, the standard. If you shouldn't read this, don't. You know where
you are, and what's here. Take responsibility for yourself. If it'e legal,
and you want to, read on, and enjoy!

~Jane


	The end of August has come and with it the end of freedom. The heat
is nigh unbearable, the sun beating down on our heads as Dad lugs the last
of the suitcases up to the curb in front of the dorm. Dad and I have
already dragged most of Sara and I's things up to our little room, so I
take a moment to wipe the sweat from my brow and contemplate my miserable
situation.
	Back to Mark, and all my supposed friends. Mom couldn't stop
chattering about how much I must be looking forward to seeing all my
friends. They're just comrades in misery. People I would never talk to if
we weren't all stuck in this prison together. And why? So our parents can
be unshackled from the inconveniences of children for three quarters of the
year.
	And this year, joy of joys, Sara is joining me. It's like they read
my mind and found the one thing that would make time here even less
bearable. Babysitting the miscreant and keeping her out of trouble. If she
hadn't managed to get kicked out of nearly every other boarding school on
the continent they probably wouldn't have resorted to this. I don't even
want to know what she did this time.
	I glance back at her, leaning in the shade of the entrance's
archway. Even in this heat she seems totally unflappable, as though
something like ambient temperature is too far beneath her to bother
noticing. She knows I'm glaring at her as I pick up my last duffel,
swinging it back over my shoulder, but she keeps gazing out past the
parking lot at the wall and the trees beyond, a light breeze just barely
enough to cause a sway in her long, dark hair.
	We head past her, back up into the stuffy dormitory and she gives
Dad a faint smile as he passes, carrying one of her bags in each hand. To
most it would be a shy, thankful smile. I know better though. I can see the
cool disdain behind her eyes when she looks at him. I can see her contempt
for Mom as well. These are the only things that unite us, a mutual hatred
for our parents. It's sad really. But I doubt she sees it that way.
	As soon as everything is vaguely in place and it's hugs and kisses,
love you but we have to go, we'll send a Christmas card and all that, we
can't miss our plane. The hustle and bustle of other families moving their
unfortunates in is muted to almost nil when Sara shuts the door, and we're
alone. Just the two of us, staring across our small room at one another as
though sizing up a competitor before a prize fight.
	"Well... it's just the two of us then."
	Her voice is cool as ever, her face impassive as a small drop of
sweat creeps its way down the contours of her neck to the hollow of her
throat. I give her a half smile, I'm sure she can pick up how happy I am to
have her at the same school, much less sharing a room with me.
	"Yeah, us girls left with no one but each other. Just keep your
nose clean, I don't want to have to explain to Mom and Dad why you got
kicked out, despite my `supervision'."
	She smiles her own little smile, a gleam showing in her eyes that I
definitely don't like.
	"That's what it all comes down to really, isn't it? You don't want
to get yelled at by Mommy and Daddy because you couldn't control me? Don't
worry your pretty little head sis. I only get caught when I want to. Keep
me amused and you won't have to worry about me wanting to leave."
	She smirks and turns, beginning to unpack. God why can't they get
the air conditioning to work? I set in to my suitcases as well, a nervous
feeling settling in my stomach and refusing to be quelled.

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	The first couple of weeks pass quickly, getting reacquainted with
the girls, settling in, starting class. Honestly it's not as bad as I
expected. Sara spends a good amount of time out, usually in the library,
and I get left to do as I like. The heat, however, has not let up one
bit. Every day it climbs over 100 degrees and we're lucky if it gets into
the high 80s at night. And that's outside. We lay in our little beds, Sara
on the bunk above me, wearing as little as possible and sweating until our
sheets are damp. It must be hell up on the fourth floor. Thank god for
small favors I guess.
	There's also getting to know Mark once again. I have to say he's
still pretty much the same guy, still the good boy trying to seem bad,
trying to be so cool... but it's cute. Walking together, talking together...
the heat makes the physical side a bit sticky, but in a way it's almost
kind of sexy. Now I just have to make sure I keep him away from Sara. She'd
probably steal him out of spite. Not that I doubt how he feels about me but
I know how a pretty face can drive boys wild. And not that I'm not pretty...
but I know she's prettier than me. She's drop dead gorgeous.
	Then it happens. It's Thursday and class lets out. I join the mob
of girls trudging down the corridors in the stifling heat and head for the
courtyard. I step out into the glaring sun and make my way towards the
gate. There, leaning against the brick archway leading into the schools
property is Sara. And in front of her, far too close for my tastes, is
Mark. His tie is off and his short sleeved uniform shirt is open, showing
his slightly damp undershirt. And damn he looks good. That bitch.
	The heat is almost forgotten as anything other than further fuel
for my anger as I stalk across the courtyard, it provides me with new
energy to fuel my fast pace. She spots me as I approach; predictably enough
the only acknowledgment of my presence is brief eye contact before she
rolls her eyes. I manage to catch Mark unawares, however, and he starts
briefly as I take his arm and give him a tight smile.
	"Aw, hey babe. How's it going? Enjoying the lovely weather?" He
smiles casually down at me, his posture relaxing back from his previous
lean towards my sister.
	"Oh yeah," I respond with a wry smile. "I've always wanted to go on
a spa vacation, but that doesn't mean I want to be in a sauna 24/7 for a
month."
	Sara just lets out a soft sigh, looking out beyond the gate into
the distance.
	"Your roommate doesn't seem to be too happy with it either." Mark
says with a grin, eyeing Sara once again.
	"Yeah, she doesn't like anything that messes with her complexion
too much." I give her a little smirk as her eyes drift momentarily over me,
impassive as ever.
	"I don't tan, I burn and peel away paler than before." Her voice is
as disinterested as her face, now that her majesty has deigned me worthy to
hear her speak. I doubt she was so blase before I showed up. "Regardless,
I'll catch you lovebirds later. I'm going to be late for my study group."
	She turns and starts off towards the library. Good riddance. I give
Mark's arm a little squeeze and then pull him down into a chaste kiss, in
case any of the teachers or nuns are watching. Time to remind him who his
girl is. I give his arm a little tug and he breaks out into another wide
grin as I pull him off to one of the many shaded nooks around the
buildings. Both to get out of the heat of the sun and create a little of
our own.

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	His hands slide over me a little more roughly than I like, gripping
my flesh where I prefer to be caressed. I admonish him with a light bite on
his lower lip, then tip my head back, allowing his lips to vainly attempt
to devour my neck. I can feel him pressed up against me, the firmness of
his body, the rock hard bulge of his cock pressing against my pelvis, his
slippery palms sliding over the skin of my back underneath my shirt,
occasionally ranging down to knead or squeeze my ass. My mouth meets his
once again and I can feel the passion and hunger in him.
	That's the best part. I can feel how much he wants me. He wants me
and only me. I am his world right now, his idol, his goddess. It's in his
kisses, the way his mouth and hands travel over me, the way he presses me
back against the cool brick wall, and the throbbing of his stiffness
straining to escape from his shorts. All for me.
	Which leads me back to Sara. Another reason to hate her. Whenever
she's around it's like I cease to be an independent entity. I stop being a
single person; I become half of a unit, inseparable in so many people's
minds. And not even equal halves. So often it seems I end up considered the
lesser. Her needs always come first. It's always what will make her behave,
what will appease her. Never what makes me happy. My twin, my bane, my
albatross. Shit. She can totally ruin my mood, just by being in the same
state.

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	When I get back to the room my mood hasn't brightened any. She's
laying on her bed, flipping through a magazine. She hardly even glances up
at me. I stare at her for a moment, her long, smooth legs, her flat belly,
lightly beaded with sweat, the swell of her breasts held in place by a lacy
white bra, her delicate wrists leading up into her long, graceful
hands. Her skin, usually white as cream, is flushed pink in our stuffy
little room, her dark hair spread over her pillows. Polar opposites, and
yet we're twins.
	I shoot a glare in her direction, not caring whether she sees it or
not, and head to my computer, shedding clothes as I go.
	"I saw what you were doing earlier." I say, sending another dark
look her way.
	"Mmmm... and what was that?" she asks, not even looking up, still
idly paging through her issue of... whatever it is.
	"You know." I'm not in the mood for her games. Playing innocent and
then sniping as soon as an opening appears.
	"Oh, you mean getting talked at by your boy toy?"
	"He's my boyfriend. And I saw how close you were getting." God she
makes me furious. I'm sure the wavering tone in my voice shows it, but I'm
not sure I care.
	"You mean how close he was getting to me. You really could do
better." Calm, steady, detached. Infuriating.
	"So you were just standing there, innocently minding your own
business and he randomly started talking to you?" I ask incredulously,
ignoring the snipe at my taste in men.
	"Essentially, whether you want to believe it or not. Though he did
seem to realize we're sharing a room."
	"Right. Why do you always do this?" I turn and stare daggers at
her, wishing looks could kill. She lets out a soft, long suffering sigh and
puts down her magazine, rolling onto her side to look at me.
	"I'm not doing anything." How can she be so calm?
	"You're after Mark!" I nearly scream at her, anger bubbling and
rising in my belly every moment she remains so damn calm.
	"Abby, honestly, I'm more likely to be interested in you than in
him." What the hell is that supposed to mean? I can't fucking stand hearing
her say my name like that. So condescending and almost irritated, as if she
were explaining addition to a retarded 20 year old for the fourth time in a
row. I'm getting irrational and pissed off and I'm sure it's showing like
nothing else, I can feel the blood rushing to my face and my clenched fists
are trembling.
	"What? So he's not good enough for you!?" It's the first thing that
springs to mind and I can't help but spit it out at her. She sighs again,
laying back on the bed and picking up her magazine once again.
	"You're missing my point." Ignoring me like I'm a spoiled
child. She's the one that's always causing trouble and I'm the one that's
childish?
	"Am I? What the hell is your point then?"
	"Forget it. I don't want your boyfriend." She speaks with a tone
that tells me she's said all she's going to. I could rant and rail all
night and she wouldn't open her mouth again.
	I pick up my trig book and slam it down on my desk, giving her one
last murderous glare before sitting down and flinging it open, then
plopping down in my chair to make a vain attempt at studying.

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	*Flip... flip... flip*
	The sound of the pages of her magazine turning echoes in my head.
	*Flip... flip... flip*
	Ah god... how long am I going to have to put up with this? I close
my textbook with a bang and look at the clock. Forty-five minutes of
incessant crinkling and flipping as she pages through various inane
rags. Where does she get all these? I turn and glare at her once again. Her
eyes are on me, an eyebrow slightly raised as she flips another page, not
even looking at the damn thing. My lips tighten and my eyes narrow,
frustration building.
	She sighs, oh the poor thing, all she has to suffer. I'd love to
gouge her eyes out about now. Of course apparently that wouldn't stop her
from flipping through those things. She sets it down and sits up, lightly
hopping down off her bunk and grabbing a dress shirt, pulling it over her
shoulders as she walks out the door. Good. Maybe I can study now.
	I go back to my book and continue with my homework, sine, cosine,
tangent, triangles galore. Soon I'm almost missing the distraction of
having her pissing me off. I guess misery really does love company. It's
been nearly half an hour. Where could she have gone? Not like she could've
gone far wearing that little. And I am supposed to be making sure she stays
out of trouble. Dammit Mom and Dad. Why did you have to send her here?
	I get up, pulling on not only a tank top but also a pair of my gym
shorts. I won't be seen wandering around in a bra and panties through the
halls, even if this is a girl's school. I scour our floor, checking the
lounge and any of the rooms with open doors, and finally I walk into the
bathroom.
	She's sitting on the sink nearest the small window, a cigarette
burning between her fingers as she gazes out.
	"What the hell are you doing?" I ask, honestly surprised. I never
knew she smoked! And in the bathroom of all places? Is she trying to get
caught? She lets out a long sigh, yet again. Apparently that's her thing
today.
	"Giving both of us a bit of quiet. At least until you decided to
join me." She takes a drag on the cigarette and blows it slowly out the
window.
	"Do you have any idea how stupid this is? Smoking in the bathroom?
Are you trying to get kicked out?"
	"Nope. But I get the idea you might be happier if I did." She
smiles at me, syrupy sweet.
	"Shut up. You get kicked out I get in trouble." She rolls her eyes.
	"Oh no, mommy and daddy might make you baby sit me for the summer!
Or worse! They could cancel your credit cards! Or... or.... What if they
didn't let you have your shiny little piece of crap convertible to pick up
all the boys in!? Whatever would you do!?" Her exaggeratedly desperate look
and wild, sorrowful eyes mock me. I glare at her once again.
	"Why should I bother picking up guys? So you can steal them?" I
shoot back at her. For once she looks a bit pissed off. It's wonderfully
gratifying to get her a bit flustered, to see her cheeks redden and the
anger in her eyes.
	"I'm not interested in your damn boyfriend. Why can't you get that
through your head? Blonde syndrome?" it's my turn to suffer her calmly,
smiling confidently.
	"Liar." I smirk at her and I can see her seething, this is great!
	"Liar? You think I'm lying? Fuck you. I don't want your idiot boy
toy." She glares at me and hops off the sink, flicking the butt of her
cigarette out the open window and stalking back out of the bathroom and
towards our room. I'm not going to let her get off so easily.
	"Oh really? What? You only like the dark meat? Or maybe Hispanic
guys? C'mon sis, what is it you like?" I'm almost giggling with glee as we
get into the room and I close the door behind us, I love seeing her out of
sorts! I have no idea why this is pissing her off so much, but I'm riding
high on the wave.
	"Oh, you want to know what I like? You want to know what turns me
on, Abby dearest? Tsk tsk, you don't even know your own twin. Shall I show
you?" She spits, whirling to face me, eyes blazing, hair falling loose and
wild around her shoulders, open shirt exposing the bare stretch of her
belly and neck, as well as her virgin white bra and panties. I almost
snicker as I think of her wearing `virgin' white. Looking her in the eyes,
I do giggle lightly.
	"Sure sis, show me. You have pictures around here somewhere? I
wouldn't put taking pictures of your fun with an ex past you. Ooooh, or
maybe video! You're resourcef-..."
	Suddenly I'm pressed back against the door and she's so tight
against me it's hard to breathe, I can smell the smoke in her hair and
taste it in her mouth as her tongue probes my mouth. I try to push her
back, but I have no leverage and I'm just not strong enough. Her lips are
melded to mine, so aggressive yet so soft, her hands sliding over my hips
and sides, so light yet so urgent...
	I can feel almost every curve of her flesh pressed against me, the
fullness of her breasts, always bigger than mine, pressed against my chest,
her hips pressing into my stomach, just a bit higher, the two inches she
has on me making just the difference. I can feel her stomach and chest
heave as she breathes... what the fuck is going on? Damn she's a good kisser
though...
	I'm confused as all hell as she gathers my hands above my head,
pinning them up there with one of hers, holding my wrists tightly. I feel a
jolt as I realize not only did she shift my hands, she pressed one of her
thighs between mine, and as I squirm against her, the sensations between my
legs tells me I'm... well... squirming against her. Her mouth moves off mine,
down over my chin and onto my neck, leaving a moist trail as she covers my
skin with kisses, sucks, nibbles and bites. It's total sensory overload.  I
revel in the helplessness, it's weird and it's fucked up, some part of my
brain says, but I'm past caring. All I can think of is the feel of her lips
on me, her saliva leaving a cool trail on my burning skin, and I begin to
grind desperately against the hip and thigh she's afforded me.
	She leans her upper body back as her mouth continues downwards,
using the space created, she pulls up my tank top roughly. I let out a tiny
groan of protest when she stops sucking and biting my collarbone, but then
I feel her soft lips on my exposed left nipple, sucking it into her mouth
and gently biting down, ravaging the soft flesh of my breast with her
mouth. The groan turns to a gasping cry and I barely notice as she begins
tugging my shorts and underwear down. She even manages without too much of
an interruption to my grinding, but when I feel her bare thigh against my
exposed wetness, it's all I can do to avoid screaming.
	She lets go of my hands and her mouth moves off my nipple, sliding
over to the right one before nipping and kissing her way farther down my
stomach... dear god is she going to.. ? I can't even think of it, my heart
is pounding in my chest and in my ears, it's like every last nerve ending
in my body has suddenly come alive, registering pleasure everywhere any
part of her has touched me, plus the area surrounding, just by
proximity. Her hair brushes over my abdomen and legs as she slowly goes to
her knees in front of me. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my
entire life. To have her kneeling... wanting me... touching me, taking
possession of every bit of me... I can feel it, as sure as anything else
I've ever felt. She wants me. This is her time to worship, to desire, to
give me everything she has and more. And I'm more than willing to accept
it.
	She nudges her way under one of my legs, so it's over her shoulder
and around her back.  I allow her total access, completely willingly. She
slides her arm around my uplifted leg to rest her hand on my mound,
delicately spreading the lips beneath, and there's a terrible moment of
anticipation... what will it be like? I've never let anyone... much less a
girl... even less my pain of a sister... and then it happens. I feel the
first moment of contact like a religious experience, it's like seeing god.
I don't just feel it, I see it, hear it, smell it, it reverberates through
my entire being... the heat and wetness of her mouth melds with my own, her
tongue caressing my deepest folds, suckling on my clit as she did on my
nipples, working the fingers of her other hand gently at the entrance to my
holy of holies, lightly penetrating, never invasive, exploring and working
my entire body into a frenzy of pleasure through that one small area.
	I bury my hands in her hair, feeling the silky soft strands of
liquid jet flow between my fingers, caressing her face and neck as she
pushes me ever farther. The first orgasm hits me from out of left field.
It's like the world is spinning and breaking apart, swirling into the
darkness behind my closed eyelids. I don't think I could even whimper, my
breath swept out of me, glorious explosions of hormones going off in my
brain.
      Many follow that first, but I'd be lying if I said I remember them
all clearly. We make it to my bed eventually, where we finally collapse,
exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and drift off into a deep,
dreamless sleep, curled around one another. Somehow, the heat just isn't as
much of a bother anymore...