Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 23:29:20 +0100 From: Jan Vincent <jan123@hotmail.com> Subject: Sisters - Chapter 2 Dwelling of the guilty party: jan123@hotmail.com http://www.sistersinlove.org As always, comments are welcome! CHAPTER TWO: KISS AND TELL Linda closed her eyes, pulling her hair back once more, getting annoyed with her constant struggle for keeping her tresses away from her eyes and mouth. She had already thought about cutting them shorter, shoulder-length. But Mom and her sisters -- especially Nikki -- insisted she shouldn't. They all said she had such beautiful hair, long, shiny, full of golden curls, the envy of her female classmates, and one reason why she was so damn popular with the guys... But at that moment Linda's hair was just a nuisance to her. The weather outside was too hot, and so was the temperature inside. Sweat trickled down her forehead and the rest of her body. Linda brought her hand to the nape of her neck, feeling the dampness. She lifted her hair and then let it fall, heaving a deep sigh. She sprang out of bed, heading for the small wooden balcony leading off from her room, the room she and her sister Nikki shared. A mild breeze met her face when she slid the door open. She breathed in deeply, as if to mask another sigh. She looked down, watching the passersby on the street below and the people strolling in the small park opposite. It was dark -- about 10:30, Linda guessed. Although the park and the street had their fair share of lamps, the light was not enough for her to recognize faces. She could hear them laugh, though. They were having fun... and that made her sad. Linda was alone in the opulent, oversized, white-washed beach house, feeling her loneliness acutely. Her sisters had gone with Mr. Cool's gang to Sweeney's, the groovy dance club bursting with rhythm, and pretty faces and scantily-clad luscious bodies. She loved to dance, to feel the beat filling her senses, her muscles, her brain, with energy. She loved the way the guys looked at her on the dance floor, pointing at her, probably making non-p.c. remarks such as "what a nice piece of ass" she was. Guys were predictable, Linda thought, too damn predictable. Well, most of them. Girls, on the other hand, were able to surprise her sometimes. They could be as sweet and gentle as her sisters Nikki and Jeannie, saying how great she looked, or bitches straight from hell, threatening her that one day they would get her and cut her "shitty" face up. They said she acted as if she owned S.F. High. Linda looked up to the sky, sadness flooding her heart. 'Why are people so mean?' she cried out to herself. She tried not to cry but soon tears ran down her cheeks. She sniffled, wiping her face dry with her fingers and the back of her hand. If Mom saw her do that, she would surely get a reprimand. A proper lady should always use a handkerchief, Mom would gripe. Mom and Dad weren't home, though. They were on a cruise on the yacht belonging to Jonathan and Molly Bell, their closest friends. Mom and Dad spent more time with the Bells than with their own daughters, or so it seemed to Linda. Linda swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat. She sniffled again. Linda thought about calling Rick and having him come over. Rick would be the perfect distraction to drive away those sick thoughts about Nikki. Inviting Rick, though, conflicted with Mom's Rule Number One -- no boyfriends allowed in the beach house. Unwittingly that strict rule had strengthened the bond Linda had with her sisters. The four of them were stuck with each other and having fun together had come naturally. There would be ups and downs among them but the bottom line was definitely positive. What Linda loved most about Nikki was that she could discuss EVERYTHING with her sister. There were no secrets between them. All fears, anxieties, loves, guys, sex, were discussed without holding back. She trusted Nikki with her life. She loved to talk to her. She loved the way her sister listened, with her attentive blue-gray eyes wide open as if Nikki breathed in every word she said. In addition, Nikki was a warm person, never shying away from physical contact. Hugging and kissing and cuddling up together had become so natural between Linda and Nikki that none of them thought twice about it. This closeness contrasted markedly with the way Linda related to most if not all her female friends. Come to think of it, they rarely touched each other and if they did it felt so fake and "forced". There was always this fear hanging in the air of someone calling them "lesbians". `Damn it!' Linda cursed mentally. It just wasn't fair. Linda looked out once again at the skyline and the lights of a beach resort full of rich people and rich kids with too much money. She wondered if Nikki and the twins were enjoying themselves at Sweeney's. She was almost tempted to join them, but the prospect of facing the bouncers alone didn't appeal to her. 'Too late now, Linda,' she rebuked herself, regretting now her decision to stay at home. Running away from the source of her inner turmoil wasn't helping much. She thought constantly about Nikki, and the more she did so, the guiltier she felt. She had urges to cry, her chest drawing in air unevenly. She exhaled, sighing, and returned to her room. She opened a book, tried to read but couldn't even finish the first page. She was restless and afraid... Afraid of what? Of Nikki? Her sweet sister Nikki? Nikki wouldn't hurt her... Then what? Her feelings for Nikki? Was she falling in love with Nikki? Or was it just sex? Linda shook her head, turning off the bedside lamp, leaving her room submerged in almost complete darkness. Linda lay on her bed almost in a trance, hearing distant noises and voices outside. She shut her eyes, feeling her heart hammering inside her chest, her body covered with sweat. Suddenly she sat up on the bed. She heard a creaking sound coming from downstairs. Burglars? It was too early for her sisters to be back from Sweeney's. They wouldn't go to the trouble of getting past the bouncers with their fake IDs just for a couple of hours of fun. Linda wavered between going downstairs or calling the cops. Before she could make up her mind, hurried steps echoed in the hall, the door swung open and Nikki walked into the room. Linda's heart still thumped. She wanted to complain about her sister scaring her, not yelling to say she was home, and then just charging into the room unannounced. But her anxiety was deeper than the fear of a burglar. Her double anxiety left her silent, unable to speak. "Hi!" she heard Nikki say. It was a curt greeting but Linda didn't find it surprising. Their last interaction had been far from being friendly. Summoning up all her strength, Linda whispered, "You're early." Her voice sounded hoarse and tentative. She cleared her throat. "Is that a complaint?" "No, you just scared me... I didn't expect you so early." "I was worried about you. I tried to "blend in" at Sweeney's but I knew you were not OK. I just couldn't stay there and enjoy myself... Mr. Cool got pissed off when I left, but I don't care." Nikki closed in, turning on the bedside lamp and sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at Linda, noticing that her sister's green eyes still looked dejected. "Are you feeling better now?" Linda shrugged, looking away. "Is there something on your mind?" Nikki pressed on. Linda shook her head, still looking down at the covers of her bed. "Why don't you talk to me, Linda? Why are in such a mood? I don't recognize you any more. I haven't seen you this sad in ages... You're always so cheerful and happy and... alive. But now it seems something is troubling you and you don't tell me. I find you crying. When I want to discuss it, you just bang the door in my face." "I'm sorry, Nikki. It's just--" Linda's eyes met Nikki's for a short moment but Linda couldn't stand her sister's probing look any longer. She averted her gaze once more. "It's just-- It's so hard..." "What? What's hard?" Linda let herself stretch out on the bed, covering her face with her hands. She sighed again and looked at her sister's worried, pretty face. Nikki looked so beautiful with makeup on, and the pair of earrings she had "borrowed" from Mom. She wore a long black close-fitting dress, also Mom's. Eventually Linda's eyes fell on Nikki's cleavage, tracing the contours of her sister's breasts and guessing where the nipples pressed against her bra. An immediate response ripped through Linda's lower belly and her own nipples, leaving her utterly confused and ashamed. She felt the burning in her cheeks, glad that she, after all, wore her hair long, the perfect curtain to fend off prying eyes. "What's hard, Linda?" Nikki insisted, lying down beside her sister. Linda's mouth opened and shut without a sound. Linda stared at the ceiling, or a point in space beyond it, her mind miles away. Nikki kept watching Big Sis, her elbow propping up her upper body. Over time that position became uncomfortable, forcing Nikki to rest her head on Linda's bed, releasing her sore elbow from the weight of her body. Neither of them spoke, their breathing the only sound in the room. Suddenly, Linda's green eyes left the ceiling and faced her younger sister. Linda made an attempt to smile but the muscles of her face rebelled. Then, out of the blue, she said, "You're so beautiful." Nikki shook for a moment, taking in the intensity of Linda's stare. It felt odd and it was frightening... but at the same time fascinating. There was this strange glitter to Linda's eyes that made Nikki shudder. She felt Linda's fingers touching her cheeks while brushing her hair away from her face. Because the contact tickled, Nikki pulled away, giggling. "No, I'm not... You're the pretty one." "No, just look at yourself and see how gorgeous you are. You can get any guy you want." Nikki looked at her sister, wondering what was behind all this sucking-up. A few years ago compliments coming from Linda were always a prelude to trouble. Kind words often laid the groundwork for wheedling favors, such as covering up for Big Sis every time she wanted to sneak out of the house at night and meet a guy. They fought and accused each other of being selfish and irresponsible. But in the end Big Sis always won and got her way. Linda knew how to handle her younger sister and, in particular, her younger sister's guilt. Over the years Linda had grown wiser and less enthusiastic about her night-time escapades. She was older and so allowed to stay out till later. The thrill of the forbidden fruit fizzled out, and so had Linda's willingness to risk grounding for something she now wrote off as immature behavior. Linda's early recklessness had given way to responsibility and poise. Instead of losing her popularity, the guys swarmed around her like flies flying around a honey pot. They had finally found someone they could depend on, and even be friends with. "You taught me that, Lin," Nikki said, breaking the silence and getting closer to Linda. "You showed me how." "No, I didn't." "Yes, you did. I saw how you handled the guys and how popular you were... and are. I wanted the same, you know, so I tried to copy you... Remember when you used to call me "copycat"? I hated you for it but you were right... I was a copycat." "No, you weren't. I--" "Yes, I was. I'd always look at you and pay attention to everything you said and did." Nikki paused for a moment, swallowing. "You'd shout at me, saying that I should stop following you and get a life. Don't you remember that?" "Yes, but--" Linda cut herself off, seeing the hidden pain behind the blue-gray of her sister's eyes. "Oh Nikki, I am sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to shout at you. I was young and didn't know better... although I still think you should get a life." Nikki looked closely at her sister and soon saw a shadow of a smile on Linda's mouth. Nikki gave a chuckle, aware that her sister's jab was a joke, Linda's way of saving them both from any further aggravation caused by past grievances. For a long moment they stared at each other, Nikki shuddering again by the intense, almost mysterious pull of Linda's eyes. Linda's hands kept stroking her hair, uncovering her face and her right ear. Linda didn't tickle her any more. Nikki's face had grown used to Linda's touch, becoming warmer and less tense. All of a sudden Nikki felt Linda's arms sliding around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies touched. Before long Big Sis began to kiss her cheek. Nikki trembled and her face burned as if on fire. She had been kissed before by Big Sis but these kisses felt different, very, very different... She couldn't understand why her heart beat so fast, why her breathing sounded so uneven... Nikki opened her mouth, breathing in more deeply, feeling the corner of Linda's lips against hers. Without quite understanding the meaning of it all, Nikki was kissed by Linda, lips on lips, each tongue exploring the other. She let Linda kiss her, too overwhelmed to refuse, too confused to respond. As unexpectedly as it all started, Linda broke their kiss, turning her back on Nikki and sitting up on the edge of her bed, shaking. "I'm sorry, Nikki... I don't know what's gotten into me." Nikki sat up as well. She liked Linda's kiss, the overwhelming intensity of it. Linda had never been this tender to her. They'd never been this close. She enjoyed that closeness. Whenever she was with Linda, she felt safe, loved, taken care of. Confused ideas rushed through Nikki's mind, not knowing what to do next. Little by little, it became clear that she wanted Linda to kiss her again, to feel Linda's mouth and hands "killing" her with soft caresses. But Linda seemed so upset about their kiss. She reached for Linda and hugged her, feeling the softness of her sister's tummy and waist. She felt her nipples grow stiff against Linda's back. She was getting excited. It felt wonderful to be able to touch and smell Linda's hair -- silkiness mixed with a sweet fragrance, so typical of Linda. "Linda?" "Yes?" "I want you to go on." Linda turned to face her, ending the embrace. "What do you mean?" "About kissing me. I liked it." "I thought you hated it. I thought you hated me..." Nikki shook her head. Taking the initiative, she threw her arms around Linda's neck and kissed her hard, with passion, pulling her sister down with her. They kissed, tongues searching for each other. Nikki loved it. She'd never been kissed like that before -- so passionately, so desperately. She couldn't understand why Linda had started it, but that didn't matter any more. Linda held her tight, so tight she was afraid she was going to suffocate. And it made her happy, so damn happy. Her beautiful big sis, the object of lust of so many, was kissing her, making love to her as if tomorrow was the end of the world. Linda slid down and kissed her neck, moving back to her ear, nibbling at it, sending shudders of pleasure up her spine. Then her sister's mouth went for the cleavage of her dress. Her back arched up, trying to increase the contact between Linda's mouth and her breasts. Her legs pressed together against Linda's thigh. Only then Nikki realized how wet she had become, her sex pulsating, her womb becoming alive. Suddenly Linda stopped. "Why did you stop?" Nikki asked, afraid that her sister was having second thoughts. "I thought you didn't want it any more." "NO! Please, DON'T stop." To prove her point, she passionately kissed Linda's lips, so tasty, so delicious. They were soft, so wonderfully soft, with none of a guy's roughness. "Please, go on. Please." Linda was astounded by Nikki's pleading, still battling with her conscience. She was older than her sister, and it was up to her whether to stop what she had started. Linda looked at her sister's eyes, so eager, twinkling with desire and lust for her. It felt unreal, almost like a dream. "Please, Linda... PLEASE... Please, don't stop." Linda shook, Nikki's pleading engraving itself in her mind, like a hot iron leaving its mark on naked skin. Linda returned to Nikki's embrace and they kissed once more. Linda's hands found their way to the zipper of Nikki's dress. Desire was taking over. "May I?" she asked, still wavering between zipping open Nikki's dress or stopping everything right there. "Don't ask me anything. Just do what you want... If you wanna fuck me, just FUCK me." Linda was shocked, not so much by the use of the four-letter word -- something absolutely forbidden at home -- as by her sister's willingness and desire. Nikki's shapely legs kept brushing on Linda's thigh. On an irresistible impulse, her hand landed between Nikki's legs. Nikki moaned into Linda's mouth, producing the most erotic shudder in Linda's body. The shudder converged on her sex, Linda becoming deeply aware of her arousal, the slow buildup of her love secretions. Linda wondered how could this be. They had known each other all their lives. Why now? Why this? Linda's hands slowly but steadily relieved Nikki's body of the "stolen" dress. Nikki's inviting, round full breasts, caught her eyes -- those globes of female flesh, the cause of her downfall. It was the contact of her own breasts with Nikki's that had triggered this mad, crazy desire... Unable to hold back, her hands touched her sister's breasts, feeling their inebriating softness through the lacy fabric of Nikki's bra. Nikki moaned softly, her eyes closed, feeling Linda's mouth on her breasts, kissing them, Big Sis's hands reaching to open her bra. They used the same brand so opening it was no problem. "Hurry," Nikki complained. "Kiss them, lick them... Please..." Linda looked down at Nikki, her tongue feeling how dry her lips were. She did as she was told, returning to the roundness and softness of Nikki's breasts, kissing them, licking them, playing with them. Linda couldn't get enough of it. It was paradise. "Nice... That's feels nice, Lin. Go on, please. Kiss me hard, kiss me tender. Just drive me crazy, CRAZY." Linda smiled a little, going for Nikki's trim tummy, kissing her navel. "Lin..." Nikki whimpered, wriggling her torso. "Don't tease me. Let's get undressed." Linda stared at Nikki, finding it hard to believe what her sister was saying. It was as casual as though they'd been lovers for years. Nikki's boldness and matter-of-fact tone of voice didn't betray the unusualness of their lovemaking. Nikki's blue-gray eyes still twinkled, displaying their lust, Nikki's desire for her. Linda closed her eyes, her qualms surfacing again. Nikki took the lead though, not giving her time to think. Nikki made her roll over. Sitting up on the bed, she pulled Linda's T-shirt up, and tried to remove her sister's shorts. "Help me out, Lin," she protested, giggling and falling on top of Linda. Nikki kissed her, her mouth hungry for those pouting, sensual lips. Linda, so beautiful, and was hers. HERS. This thought excited her, for her beautiful big sis wanted her, yearned for her, as if she were a guy. No, not a guy... 'I'm definitely a girl,' Nikki thought, 'and that's the confusing part.' Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Nikki peeled off her dress and, without losing a second, returned to Linda, embracing her, kissing her lips, and pressing her sex against her sister's through the fabric of their panties. Nikki could feel the warmth and the dampness down there, sensing Linda's undeniable excitement, so similar to her own. Fascinated by Linda's breasts, she started teasing them, playing with them, her eyes observing her sister's nipples growing stiff against her bra. Big Sis's boobs were slightly bigger than hers, Nikki realized, another reason why she used to envy her so much. But now, those mounds of soft, sensual flesh were hers to enjoy, to feel, caress, kiss, suck... She swallowed, opening her legs and straddling Linda's thigh, enjoying the pressure on her vagina. She began to kiss Linda's breasts, licking the white lace of her bra, getting high on Sis's fragrance and softness. She went for the cleavage, trying to nuzzle her bra down. Linda wasn't patient, though. Her sister snapped it open and hurled it to the floor. They laughed as Linda's bra landed where Nikki's lay. "Even our own bras are so hot they want to have sex with each other," Nikki quipped. "Yes," Linda whispered with a troubled, husky voice. "Come, come to me. Don't make me wait." Nikki moved in closer, kissing her sister, sucking her saliva, kneading those full breasts of hers. She scrambled toward those waiting pink nipples, and she licked and sucked them, like a baby, like a lover, until Linda moaned. Nikki kept moving Linda's breasts up and down, enthralled by their softness. Linda's hands touched her hair, tenderly, while she rubbed herself on her sister's thigh. 'This is getting too much,' Nikki thought. 'This can't be real.' Big Sis moaned again, convincing her of this reality. They kissed some more. 'I'm falling in love with her,' Nikki thought. Maybe she had been in love with Linda all her life and hadn't realized it. That feeling of belonging made her bite Linda's lips. Linda was taken by surprise but Nikki knew she liked it. She moved her hand down Linda's slender body and touched her between her legs, feeling how moist her sister was. She pushed Linda's shorts further down and slipped her hand under her panties. Linda heaved a deep sigh, trying to press her thighs together, which was prevented by Nikki's leg in between. Linda searched Nikki's beautiful eyes through her sister's disheveled hair and made Nikki kiss her once more. They kissed while her sister's hands frolicked inside her sex. "Ooohhh... that's nice, Nikki." "I know," she said, smiling. "I know, Sis. And let's get rid of your shorts. And our panties too." Nikki pulled her up until they got to their feet. They looked at one another's flushed faces for a moment. Then they laughed and hugged each other. "Come on, Sis. Help me out with these tight shorts of yours." "Sure, ma'am." When Linda's shorts fell to the floor, they kissed again, Nikki's hands working on her sister's bottom, pulling her closer. Linda's tongue found its way to Nikki's neck and up to her sister's ear, making her tremble and go weak. "Sisss," Nikki hissed, "you drive me crazy. No guy's managed to do that, ever." Her hands were busy slipping under Linda's panties. Her fingers touched her sister's mound, feeling their way, penetrating Linda's sex. "You're wet, Sis," Nikki whispered, unable to contain her exhilaration. "You're wet for me." "Yes!" That's all Linda could say. After shedding the rest of their clothes, they returned to the bed, Nikki still calling all the shots. Linda preferred it that way, for Nikki was younger and thus the most vulnerable to... what?... abuse? Linda shook her head, driving away that depressing, scary reasoning. She directed her thoughts to her sister and how good Nikki made her feel. Nikki's naked young body against hers was such an incredibly erotic experience. 'The forbidden fruit,' she thought. 'It must be.' Nikki kept kissing Linda, slowly. Her sister's lips didn't seem to tire of hers. They went on kissing for an eternity, enjoying the contact, mouth against mouth, tongues playing inside, smothering their soft moaning. Nikki's eagerness for kisses was unlike anything Linda had ever experienced before. Her dates kissed her all right. But the guys soon got so worked up that their willingness to go slow and wait for the right signs evaporated, and that ruined everything. Nikki, however, took her time, her svelte thigh brushing against Linda's sex, Nikki's hand playing with Linda's engorged breasts, her mouth exploring Linda's nipples, sucking them, leaving a trace of saliva behind and returning to her mouth again. From time to time, Nikki's hand slid down to Linda's vulva, her slim fingers going slightly in and out, making sure she wouldn't hurt her, unlike some of Linda's boyfriends, who tried to finger-fuck her without caring if she was ready or not for full penetration. She was ready now. "Sis, fuck me," Linda whispered, driving her sister close. "Please." Nikki's answer was a full-blown kiss on her half-open mouth. Nikki smiled for a second but soon enough she got back her earnest look. Linda loved her sister's intentness. Apparently Nikki took her pleasure very seriously, Linda thought. And while kissing her, Nikki's fingers prowled over her body and stopped at her breasts, pressing them together, making her moan with pleasure. Instinctively, Linda opened her legs for Nikki. Her sister's fingers touched her small patch of blond pubic hair and went for the wet folds below. "Do it! Don't tease me!" Nikki licked her own lips, smiling at her sister once again, watching her close her eyes. Nikki's fingers explored Linda's vulva, feeling the waves of pleasure they were creating in that beautiful young girl's body. The realization that she was making love with her own sister excited her. Aroused by this stimulus, she was accelerating her attentions toward Linda's sex, soaking her fingers with Linda's secretions, and joyfully filling her nostrils with the musky scent of female desire. Her fingers began to penetrate Linda, harder and ever harder. "Yes, Nikki... That's it... Go on... Ooohhh... Uuuhhhhmmmm..." Nikki silenced her, putting her breast in front of Linda's mouth. She correctly guessed at her sister's desires. When Linda started to suck her nipple, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her masturbate against Linda's hip bone. "Yes, Nikki, go on," Linda begged. "DON'T stop." Her fingers moved closer to Linda's clitoris, rubbing against it. "Oohh," her sister sighed, "it's so GOOD, so damn fucking good. Say you're fucking me." "I'm fucking you," Nikki answered, without relenting on her action, her hand completely drenched by her sister's secretions. "Yes, you fucking me... and fucking me good... fucking my brains out." If Nikki wasn't so horny herself she would have found it hilarious. She was almost coming: Big Sis's moans, her mouth on her nipples were wonderful. Linda's lower belly started to buck like a wild animal, urging Nikki's fingers further in. Linda started to come, the walls of her vagina pulsating around Nikki's wet fingers. She kept titillating Linda's clitoris to prolong her sister's pleasure until Linda collapsed, exhausted. After a few minutes, Linda was anxious to reciprocate the satisfaction. Nikki did as she was told, opening her legs and brushing her sex on Linda's thigh. "Go on!" said Linda, putting her hands on Nikki's bottom to increase the grinding against her own slippery thigh. Nikki's secretions were all over her, and that excited her beyond words. While Nikki slid back and forth, her breasts swayed and brushed against Linda's globes of flesh, hard nipples against hard nipples, soft skin against soft skin. Nikki convulsed with her orgasm, closing her eyelids and exhaling deeply. A few seconds later, Linda had her second. They lay there, holding each other close, Nikki kissing Linda tenderly. Linda kept her eyes shut, shuddering from time to time, enjoying the intensity of it, all the pleasure Nikki had given her. She was speechless, amazed by her own excitement and response to Nikki's sensuality. "Am I dreaming, Nikki?" she asked, opening her eyes. "Nope," Nikki answered, shaking her head, a smile appearing on her flushed face. "It feels like it." Then Linda screamed, "Ouch! That hurt!" Nikki's smile widened into a full-fledged grin. "Yes, it hurt, Sis... but now you know you ain't dreaming... Right?" Linda laughed, wrapping her sister's waist in her arms, kissing her, feeling Nikki's long hair on her face, her heart beating faster, her sense of smell and touch sharpened by the scent of sex in the air, and the warm, soft feel of Nikki's naked body against hers. "I love you." "I love you," Nikki replied. "Don't say that, because I may believe you." "You should... because it is the truth." Linda smiled and kissed Nikki once again, still feeling Nikki's warmth. The juices of pleasure ran between their legs. Their bodies shivered from time to time. Neither of them wanted that moment to end. But it would end, sooner or later, Linda thought. Sisters being lovers?... That was unheard-of. Linda's sadness crept back, her exhilaration again slowly overcome by guilt. She swallowed, her arms pressing her sister closer, fighting that growing fear of losing Nikki. Her sister said she loved her. Just words... that meant nothing... or did they? Linda looked at her sister and smiled. Nikki had fallen asleep, in her arms. After all, Nikki's sluggish nature was a blessing. After all, she loved her sister for it, because Nikki's sloth had been the immediate cause for their lovemaking. Linda shut her eyes, trying to sleep as well, vowing she would no longer tease her sister for her laziness. No, not ever.