Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2004 00:06:25 -0400
From: Kill Allhippes <killallhippes@gmail.com>
Subject: The Young Sisters Chapter One

Becky Young was not a good girl. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She
like drugs. She liked alcohol. She liked sex. She liked anything she
shouldn't have.

She was quite beautiful, slim, naturally tan and athletic. Long, straight
black hair and deep blue eyes. At 5'1", she wasn't the tallest, but she got
by.

Her older sister Jenny wasn't much different. She liked getting high.
Getting a little drunk was no new experience for her, nor was getting laid.
In fact, she was quite fond of all three. The only difference between the
two was that Becky didn't happen to care whether it was dick or pussy, boy
or girl. Becky liked both just the same.

At sixteen she had had her first experience with an older boy at a
party. It was nothing special, but she had enjoyed it just the same. Only a
week later at another party she had her first encounter with the female
sex, and again she had found herself quite pleased when it was over. From
that point on she was hooked.

Jenny, on the other hand, had stuck to the boys. Not that she hadn't been
offered the chance to explore. It was just the girls had always been either
a little too close to her or a little weird. She would always remember the
time in the girls locker room after cheerleading tryouts when the head
cheerleader, a very lovely Amber Redding, had made it very clear that if
Jenny wished to be on the squad she would be required to join Amber for a
little fun in the shower.

Not that Jenny was a slouch . Like her younger sister, she was slim and
athletic. Her red hair was of a most glorious shade, almost blonde really.
And like Becky she had the perfect ass and nice, small breasts. The kind no
one talks about, but which are just perfect in size and shape. Jenny Young
had nothing to be ashamed of in her body.

She had refused, though not because she lacked the interest. Amber Redding
was one of the most beautiful girls in the town of Juniper. With her soft
features, olive toned skin, her full, round and perky breasts and an ass
that just begged to be gently bitten and firmly smacked she was the ideal
woman (or girl, depending on your political stance). She even managed to
have a wonderful personality and a kind demeanor. It just hadn't seemed
right. After all, Jenny was dating Glen at the time. Cheating was wrong ,
right?

Obviously there is no need to point out the fact that Jenny failed to make
the team.

Not that that bothered her. High School was a long time ago. She was now
ending her junior year at college. Even Glen was ancient history. That
cheating bastard never could keep his dick in his pants. Jenny had no idea
why she had let it go on so long.  Well, she did have one idea: she simply
couldn't stand the idea of being alone.

That was why she was coming home for the summer. That and the fact that her
most recent relationship (with a dumb jock named Greg) had ended on a
bitter note after she had made the mistake of making his friends her
friends. In the end, after the big, blowout fight at Greg's apartment, in
front of all their (his) friends, she was left with nothing, but half a
bottle of vodka and a handful of vicodins to end the night quickly before
she cried herself to sleep.

All that had been only a week and a half ago. She still had come nowhere
close to getting over it. Luckily her doctor was a loveable old quack and
he'd given her script for more vicodins and some adderall just because she
wore a tight, black miniskirt and a two sizes too small matching tank top
to his office and she hadn't complained whenever he absentmindedly touched
her knee. He was nice, old pervert in his way. Jenny so hated to take
advantage of him, but it was better than getting it off the street. At
least she knew Dr. Atwood would stop at the touching. Some dealers didn't
have quite as much self control.

Becky had been the only one at home when she arrived back home. As usual,
their parents were off on a cruise or at the casino or what ever the fuck
they were into now, and weren't scheduled to be returning home for another
week or more. Jenny was quite happy with this. The parental 's could be
such freaks sometimes. She knew they wouldn't be able to leave her
alone. For some reason they had felt that Greg was going to be the "one."
Even Jenny hadn't been under that delusion.

Becky, on the other hand, would just be glad big sis was finally around to
party like old times. Last summer had been such a blast. With any luck this
summer could be more of the same.  Imagine Becky's surprise when she found
her sister to be a drugged up ball of emotional instability. This was just
not right. Jenny was partier, not doper. Jenny knew how to handle herself
. Jenny knew how to have a good time without going too far. Jenny did not
speed through the day and crash on a painkillers at night. But that's just
what Jenny did from the very day she was home.

On Jenny's first day back Becky had noticed that something wasn't right in
the world of her beautiful older sister. Jenny smiled, Jenny laughed, but
it just wasn't right. It just wasn't Jenny. It was a hollowed version of
her usual kind, perky self. Her eyes looked tired and scared. Her smile was
forced and behind it Becky could tell Jenny was hiding a lot of pain.

But Becky had let it slide. She knew Jenny would tell her if anything was
wrong. Jenny always had before, so why wouldn't she now? After a week,
however, Jenny had said nothing to Becky ask her if there were any parties
around. There always were in Juniper in the summer, so every night that's
they did. Jenny Young quickly became the life of every party in town for
any boy lucky enough to run into her and show her even the slightest
interest. Fat ones, skinny ones, dumb ones, assholes, scumbags, potheads
whoever. Jenny fucked them all as her younger sister shook her in dismay in
the background not wanting to intrude on her sisters life, but finding that
harder and harder as each night passed and her sister failed to explain
this sudden change into vacant slut of the moment.

Finally, Becky couldn't hold in her doubts anymore. She had to confront
Jenny on her odd behavior. As much as she hated to but in, she had to. This
was sister, after all, and she loved her.

It was a little after four in the morning on a Thursday when Jenny finally
stumbled in from a party Becky had deserted hours before due to it's
dullness of people and activity. Jenny, however had obviously had a good
time judging from her awkward steps and the way her gypsy skirt was tucked
into the ass of her panties.

Becky had been waiting up for her in the living room dressed in her usual
night time attire (a pair panties and loose t-shirt), but Jenny almost
didn't notice her as she blindly stumbled into her room to collapse on the
bed. Becky followed her into her room and sat down the edge of Jenny's bed,
sitting quietly until Jenny rolled over groggily .

"What do you want?" Jenny asked lazily through her pilled out haze. When
Becky just stared forlornly at her she groaned and rolled back over to pass
out, but Becky put a gentle, but firm hand on her shoulder to roll back
onto her back.

"Jenny", said Becky in quiet, concerned voice, "what's been going on with
you lately?"

Again Jenny groaned and tried to roll over, and again Becky's gentle hand
stopped her with a question.

"Jenny, please tell me what's wrong. I love you. I can't stand to see you
like this." a tiny tear formed in the corner of Becky's eye. It truly did
hurt her to see Jenny like this. Jenny saw this and with no explanation
began sobbing uncontrollably, trying vainly to cover her face with her
hand. Becky picked up off the bed gently and hugged her sister to her,
feeling the warmth of her body, the wetness from the tears that flowed from
Jenny's eyes, the heaving of her chest from her sobs.

Becky, too, began to sob as she hugged sister tightly. She whispered to
Jenny that it was alright, "Just let it out Jenny" she said. "I love you,
sweetie. Just let it go" and Jenny did as she returned Becky's hug.

The two sisters sat on the edge of Jenny's bed crying together, though
neither really knew why for several minutes. Becky's hands instinctively
began to caress her sisters back, feeling the soft skin underneath the
tight, red halter top and the naked flesh at Jenny's shoulders and lower
back. Unconsciously, she began to become turned on by the feel of Jenny's
skin under her fingers and Jenny, equally unconsciously, began to return
the caresses. No words were spoken as the sweet sobs continued for awhile,
but soon the sobs came to a stop, though the soft caresses and the embrace
continued.

Slowly, but certainly, both of the sisters realized they were becoming
aroused. Oddly, neither one found this idea disturbing. Jenny pulled her
tear stained face from her younger sisters now wet shoulder and looked
Becky in the eyes and saw love and acceptance there. Becky saw the same
thing in Jenny's eyes, as well as a longing that she understood quite well.

Slowly, again, both sisters closed their eyes,, but did not lower their
heads. Softly and slowly the two sisters came together in a new way. Becky
and Jenny kissed.

It was a beautiful kiss. Soft, tender. Slow and easy. So natural and so
glorious. It held a closeness, a sacred bond so sweet and so disturbing. As
hands began to explore bodies, lips and tongues began exploring each
other. Neither sister could hold back the delicate moans that escaped their
bodies. This was love.

Jenny and Becky fell back onto Jenny's bed never once break the
kiss. Becky's hands began to find their way under Jenny's shirt to feel the
soft skin of her sisters tummy and the small mounds of Jenny's beautiful
breasts. Jenny's nipple's were already hard like flint when Becky's fingers
found them and pinched forcefully, but gently, forcing a loud groan to
escape from Jenny's throat.

Jenny's hand 's were not idle as her younger sister fondled her breasts and
back. She had found her way past the waistband of Becky's panties enjoying
the soft flesh of Becky's ass. Her fingers traced the crack that split the
two half moons into separate hemispheres, teasingly caressing the semi
-sensitive flesh.

Becky somewhat reluctantly broke away from her sisters kiss only to begin
placing kisses all over Jenny's face and neck slowly, tortuously as she
slowly made to move down Jenny's body to replace her hands on Jenny's
breast with her mouth.

Clothes began to disappear from their bodies. Jenny's halter. Becky's
panties. Jenny's skirt, until both sisters were laying naked, flesh on
flesh, young, loving body sliding against younger, loving body. Becky's
lips finally found their way to Jenny's breasts as Jenny's hands found
their way to Becky's soft, shaved folds.

The room was filled with the beautiful sound of two women making love
without words, without thought or intent. Love made only of pure passion
and caring. The sweetest thing on earth.

Becky's loving attention on Jenny's breasts caused Jenny to squeal and
squirm in pure delight. Her sisters lips and tongue were doing things to
her she had imagined possible. Hitting every nerve ending. Bringing forth
pleasure's Jenny had dreamt about. When Becky brought her fingers to
Jenny's pussy and began to explore gently, but enthusiastically Jenny knew
she would be having the most wonderful orgasm of her young life. She gave
in to the feeling and soon she was rewarded. She screamed in pure ecstasy
as her body shivered and quaked as all the while Becky never stopped her
loving attention.

Becky kissed and licked her way down Jenny's still quaking body until she
found her mouth on her older sisters sex. Becky showed no mercy as she
began eating out her sisters sweet pussy even as Jenny was still recovering
from her previous orgasm. Jenny could only moan her approval as her hips
came alive to grind her cunt against Becky's loving mouth.

"Oh my god!" she screamed "Oh Becky! Oh baby, I love you!!" as orgasm after
orgasm raced through her quivering, gyrating flesh as her younger sister
struggled to stay in contact she so desperately wanted to devour. Becky
quickly reduced her big sis into moaning, shivering beautiful mass of girl
flesh. Jenny had never appeared so beautiful before.

Becky crawled back on top of Jenny as Jenny recovered from her glorious
comes. Their mouths met for another long, loving kiss. Jenny tasted herself
on her sisters face for the first time in her life. It was so wonderful. So
sweet. She wondered what Becky's nectar tasted like. She simply had to find
out.

Jenny rolled Becky over onto her back, not breaking their kiss. Not wanting
to relinquish the feel of her nipples rubbing against her sisters, their
pussies touching, their clits rubbing together. Instinctively Jenny began
grinding against her younger sister. The sensation was unreal. Like
electricity, their sexual energy flowed together from the contact. Their
kiss finally broke as they fucked each other with wanton lust. Their
screams filling each others heads with the sweet sound of their combined
lust until they both exploded in a joyful union.

As she came down Jenny remembered that she still hadn't tasted Becky, so
she began to kiss her way down Becky's now sweaty body. Impatiently she bit
and licked first her sisters left breast, then her right, then bit and
licked her way down that tight, flat tummy until she arrived at the
treasure she now so desperately wanted to taste. And she did, and it was
delicious.

Becky was wonderfully surprised at how skilled her sister was. Jenny missed
nothing. Her mouth and fingers found ever spot , every nerve ending. Like
magic, sweet, sexual magic. Jenny made Becky feel like god himself had
blessed them both with immaculate pleasure. She was quickly coming like
she'd never imagined possible. With a scream she soaked her sisters face
with her sweet nectar, and watched through bleary eyes as her sister drank
it all up.

Jenny was unrelenting. She continued her attentions until Becky reached
down and pulled her into a kiss.

The two sisters embraced and kissed and fondled each other until they fell
asleep in each others arms, having for the moment forgotten all about the
worries of life.

When they awoke in the morning, their bodies still entwined it was one in
the afternoon. They made love in sixty-nine position until they had both
come twice and they shared a bath where they again made love. Their lives
had changed forever, but there was so much more for them to share.

Jenny never had told Becky what was wrong. She still needed to find that
out.