Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by FaeLissa

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in December 2013 }

Maolisa paced the outer walk of the widow’s watch slowly, amused to find such a thing here in the middle of a forest in the deep south. From here, high atop the out of place mansion, she could see miles across the multicolored sea of trees in all directions, and even the hole formed in it by the lake to the east. Her expectations of dull autumn colors had not been realized, and she felt less homesick as she admired the reds, oranges, and golds of fall. That fall arrived later in the south than back home was not really important, as long as it arrived. Smiling, she shivered as a cool breeze caressed her body through her thin dressing gown.

***

Aislin looked down at the water, inches from where her toes hung over the edge of the wooden dock. Her bright white feet contrasted sharply with the dark gray aged wood planks and momentarily drew her attention away from the cold water. She wiggled her toes, smirking at how childish they looked even with nail polish, then thought that maybe the nail polish was having an effect opposite of what she intended.

After the brief sidetrack, her mind returned to the task at hand: admiring the beauty of the lake. She’d always been partial to small lakes surrounded by forest, and it didn’t much matter to her what part of the country it was in, as long as it was isolated.

***

Stepping back inside the cupola and out of the wind, Maolisa made her way down the narrow spiral stairs, her bare feet enjoying the feel of the cool, varnished steps. As she stepped into the huge but nearly empty master bedroom, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. She stopped and studied her reflection, smiling faintly at the way her white lace dressing gown made her light skin seem tanned.

Opening the gown, she turned from side to side, assessing her 28-26-28 figure and frowning only slightly at the 28B chest size and the little round bum that kept her hips from being bigger than her waist. She liked having a small chest and hips, but resented the comments about her resembling a little girl that it drew. Shrugging, moderately content with what she saw, she removed the gown and tossed it onto the queen-size bed before stepping through the connecting door to the spacious bathroom.

***

Taking a deep breath, shivering in anticipation, Aislin dove from the dock into the frigid lake, resisting the urge to scream as the icy water seemed to make every inch of her body sprout instant goose bumps. She swam out into the lake as far as she could while remaining underwater, then paused to tread water and catch her breath before doing a simple breaststroke to return to the dock.

As she put her hands on the planks and pulled herself up, she noticed, not for the first time, that her fingers had the same childish look as her toes and sighed in exasperation. Climbing up onto the old wood, she surveyed her naked body and came to the conclusion that she was never going to look like a woman, other than her long hair tickling her heels.

She pulled at her nipples, almost grinning at how they stood firm and hard from the small russet circles of her areolas just from getting cold. Not that it was the only way to get them to stand up, but she blushed over her entire body when she thought of the other ways. She warmed her AA-cup breasts in her hands to try to get the aching nipples to relax, but found the touch caused more tension, not less.

***

The master bathroom featured a bathtub raised on clawed feet, mounted on a small pedestal a few inches from the floor. A shower head attached to flexible tubing hung on the wall beside it, within easy reach of someone sitting or standing in the water. On the opposite wall, under a large window flanked by two brass-framed mirrors, a long counter with a recessed sink was illuminated by multiple wall lights as well as overhead spots.

Maolisa grinned and shook her head slightly, thinking about how little use she was going to get out of the make-up counter (as the salesman had called it). The last time she had used make-up was on graduation day at the insistence of the master of ceremonies, who was convinced girls wore lipstick, blush, and eyeliner all the time.

She looked around for the toilet and eventually found it hidden in a small sub-room closed off by doors disguised as floor to ceiling mirrors. She paused to look down at her vulva, then caress it lightly as she thought there might be hair growing there at last, but discovered it was just a shadow and she was still as smooth as a kid. It seemed even the hormone treatment wasn’t going to fix that.

***

The dock was not attached to any building or road, it seemed to merely grow from the tree-encrusted shore, but when Aislin reached the beginning (assuming the part furthest out in the water was the end) she found the narrow trail she had followed to find it. She was halfway back to the house, lost in the sensations of the trees and bushes caressing her body, before she recalled that she had been dressed when she left the house. She shrugged, smirked at the forest around her and decided she could go back to the dock for her clothes another time.

She continued up the winding path, letting the forest tease her with gentle touches and light scraping on sensitive skin. There was no possibility of just pushing straight through to the house, at least, not while naked. Her one attempt at it had gotten her some very interesting as well as some very painful pokes.

***

The water in the tub was too hot to step indirectly, so Maolisa took a moment to untie her auburn, nearly brown, hair and shake it loose, smiling at the way it seemed to float in slow motion when she shook her head. At five feet long it was only a couple of inches from dragging on the floor when not tied or braided. She preferred it loose, especially when naked, but it could be really annoying, particularly around open flames like campfires or gas stovetops. She only knew one other person whose hair could get as long, and knew it was for the same reason.

Touching the water with the tip of a finger, she decided she had it cooled enough to tolerate, although still a smidgen too hot to be comfortable, and stepped in, figuring it would cool while she distracted herself before washing.

***

Approaching the house from the forest, Aislin noticed a set of stairs winding back and forth from the ground all the way to the top floor, with landings and doors on the two floors in between. Curiosity, one of her more interesting traits, compelled her to climb the stairs to find out where they led. The door at ground level opened into a hallway she didn’t feel a need to explore, so she wiped the dirt off her bare feet, shivering at the touch, and climbed.

The first floor up opened into the spacious kitchen, which surprised her as she hadn’t noticed the door from the inside in the couple of days she’d been in the house. She shrugged and blamed her faulty memory, then climbed up to the next level. She knew it would be a surprise, as she hadn’t been to the second floor up since moving in and had no idea what was there.

As the door swung wide she gasped, then made a sharp, schoolgirl squeal of pleasure at discovering a library that would be the envy of any 19th-century gentleman’s club.

***

Maolisa rested her head on the back of the tub for a moment, then used her toes to capture the chain to the plug and pulled on it, releasing the water and sighing softly as it swirled around her on its way out. Reaching up, she pulled the showerhead from the wall and turned on the faucet under it, making a tiny yelp as the first bit of water out was cold, then sighing again as it warmed.

She rinsed the soapy suds from her body, then stood to make sure her hair was rinsed thoroughly as well, since leaving even a trace of soap in it made it clump up horribly. She looked down at her bare body, then at the settings on the showerhead, then grinned before turning off the water, placing the head back on the wall, and telling herself she needed to make time for experimenting.

***

Aislin stepped into the library and shivered in delight as her feet sank into the plush maroon carpet. She stood and wiggled her toes for a moment, then wandered slowly around the walls. Dark mahogany shelves stretched floor to ceiling, covering most of the wall space on three sides. The fourth side was half-filled with a brick fireplace flanked by inset glass-fronted cabinets holding various decorative items. The bookshelves on the wall nearest Aislin were broken by large windows, but the shelves continued above and below them. The far wall shelves were interrupted only for a door, with the shelves extending across it over the top.

Aislin’s tummy fluttered at the sight of so many books to explore. She told herself to make time for the library, then stepped back outside and onto the staircase to continue to the last landing.

***

Finding a towel big enough to use as a small blanket hanging near the tub, Maolisa wrapped herself in it and wandered over to the make-up counter. She discovered her favorite comb had already been set beside the sink and started combing her hair, looking around as she did, seeing details she had missed on her first look. One thing she found was a door beside the mirrored door to the toilet. Pausing her combing, she reached for the knob, grabbing it just as it was turned and pulled from the other side. She screamed in shock and heard a mirroring scream in a similar voice.

***

The door at the top of the stairs had no window, and the landing didn’t go far enough to the side to be able to look into the windows in the wall, so Aislin just grabbed the doorknob, turned and pulled. Seeing Maolisa standing there startled her and hearing the scream triggered her to scream as well.

Maolisa dropped her comb and towel, then started giggling. Aislin leaned against her and Maolisa wrapped both arms around her, hugging Aislin and holding her up as the two of them laughed a lot harder and longer than the incident really called for. As they slowly caught their breath, Maolisa let go of Aislin and picked up her towel, wrapping it around herself, then retrieved her comb and resumed fixing her wet hair.

“Ash, what are you doing sneaking around outside my bathroom? And naked?” She kept her eyes on Aislin’s face, knowing the girl was very sensitive about her body, in spite of refusing the hormones that would fix what she claimed she didn’t like.

Aislin continued to giggle, shrugging. “I went down to the dock and had to swim. It’s cold. I forgot my clothes when I came back, then I saw this staircase and wanted to see where it went.” She grinned, “it went here.” Aislin pushed past her sister and her mouth dropped open in awe, “Oh, Mail! This is wild! You could rent your bathroom out as an apartment!” She took the comb from Maolisa’s hand and started combing for her as she continued to look around. “What are you going to do with all this space? Between us we don’t have enough make-up for even one of those cabinets.”

Maolisa let her sister comb her hair for her, they’d done that for each other most of their lives, and shrugged. “Not really much to do with it. Bathrooms aren’t really the most versatile rooms in the house. Besides, there are tons of other rooms being wasted already. There’s enough bedrooms alone to turn this place into a hotel.”

Aislin shook her head side to side vigorously, “Nuh-uh. No hotels. Hotels have people in them. Lots of people. Mostly lots of rude people.”

Wincing, Maolisa took Aislin’s hand with the comb and held it still, “You’re going to pull my hair out!” She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her sister’s lips. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that to you. Not really soon, anyway, and certainly not without us talking through it together.”

Leaning forward, Aislin kissed her sister in return, parting her lips slightly and then giggling again as Maolisa blushed. She resumed combing her hair.

They stayed quiet until Aislin was finished, then Aislin grabbed Maolisa’s towel and pulled it away, laughing, “Get dressed if you’re gonna, we have a house to explore. Did you know it has a library? Already chock full of books? It’s huge! I might have to move my bed in there for a while.”

Blushing brightly as Aislin tried to lead her to the outside door while she was still naked, Maolisa wiggled her hand until she got free, then headed for the door to her bedroom. “Let me get something on first! You’re worse than a little kid.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m the same as a little kid, except smarter.”

“More educated maybe, I’m not so sure about smarter,” Maolisa quipped, then winced and blushed again as Aislin slapped her bare bum. “Okay, okay, a little smarter.” She jumped to get into her room before she could get smacked again.

Maolisa had to hunt for the right closet to find something she felt like wearing, which she determined, from Aislin’s mood, should be something modest if she didn’t want to spend the day red-faced. She sighed as she considered her reaction to Ash’s playful touching, once again deciding it wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She pulled out a couple of nice silk kimonos, one with flowers for herself, and one with a dragon for Aislin to try to get her interested in wearing it. Slipping on some flip flops, she went back through the bathroom then out to the landing her sister had barged in from.

Aislin was standing near the stairs, about to run down but stopped to put the kimono on with a heavy sigh. As she looked down, she noticed her sister’s flip flops and shook her head side to side. “Nope. Not wearing those things, They’re a horrible invention. They’re ugly and the noise they make is really, really disturbing.”

Mail smiled and nodded, then stepped out of her flip flops and continued down the stairs barefoot. “Remind me to get some slippers that you approve of next time we’re in town.” She didn’t notice her sister watching her feet on the steps and biting her lower lip.

Once inside the library, they looked around the books for a few minutes, then dropped onto opposite ends of a big overstuffed sofa facing the empty fireplace. Maolisa curled her legs up underneath her while Aislin stretched hers out toward Maolisa, pushing her feet under the edge of her sister’s kimono and rubbing her leg with her toes. Mail noticed the lip-biting this time and looked at her quizzically. “Something bothering you?”

Aislin shook her head side to side, her ghostly white face getting a bit pink as she looked down shyly, “No, nothing’s wrong. This is so great, now. I mean having such a big place, and us being together and out of school. What could be wrong? Why would you think something was wrong?”

“Well, first, you keep biting your lip, and I don’t remember you doing that before. Second, you’re babbling.” She grinned, “Well, you always did that, but usually you were talking about a book or something, not just sounding nervous.” She put her hand down by her side and caressed Aislin’s feet tenderly. “Have I become scary to you?” she asked as Aislin’s feet jumped and then trembled under her hand.

Shaking her head, Aislin spoke softly, “Not more than anyone else. It was a long time, then suddenly you call out of the blue and invite me to move down here with you. I’m happy we’re back together, but it’s new.” She grinned sheepishly, “and you know how I am about new.”

Maolisa slid her hand up and down Aislin’s leg, then caressed her feet again, thinking she understood why Ash trembled again, and smiled at her tenderly. “I know. That’s why you went with Mom when the folks split. Dad couldn’t handle your sensitivities.” She smirked, “He couldn’t really handle much of anything. Getting me out of his house was probably the best thing that lottery money will ever do for me.” Shrugging, she looked over the little body of her sibling, “although he did make sure I got the hormones to, um, finish growing up. I still don’t know why you didn’t.” She made a gesture like holding up breasts, “then you could have boobs, too.”

Aislin giggled, blushing. “I’m happy the way I am, even if I do fuss about it sometimes. There were a few times in high school I considered it, but,” she shrugged, “it just isn’t for me. Mom doesn’t understand, either, but she lets me make the decision and doesn’t get mean about it.”

“Dad would have been mean. It’s why they split up — when he doesn’t get his way, he gets mean.” Maolisa stroked Aislin’s slim ankles lightly. “As you can see, it only got me a little further along.” She smirked, “and the biggest effect seems to be that now, I have periods. The one part of growing up I would gladly have skipped.”

Moving her feet to rub the soles against Maolisa’s thighs made her shudder and blush again, but Mail seemed to have decided that she knew what was going on with her weirder sister and let it slide.

Aislin slid her feet again, then stood up and returned to looking at the books, not noticing that the tie to her kimono had come off and her undeveloped body was exposed. Not that it would have mattered to her if she had noticed.

“Did you know they were going to leave the place furnished and all the books in it?” she asked her sister.

Nodding, Maolisa smiled at Aislin’s obsession with books. “Yes. The previous owner died and the estate was happy to dump it all in one transaction, since I gave them close to the estimated value. I didn’t want to have to do all the decorating stuff, and it’s the style I would have wanted anyway.” She stood up, making sure her kimono was closed, and headed for the door. “Let’s get some lunch. I skipped breakfast and now I’m hungry.”

Aislin nodded absently, then grinned, “Oh, sorry. I almost missed that. I do that to Mom all the time. She asks about food, and I just nod and never even notice what she said.”

As Ash approached Mail, Mail reached out and tried to take her sister’s hand. Aislin jumped away, tripping and falling back against a bookcase, hitting her head, as she yelled, “No touching!” Once she was on the floor and holding the back of her head she swore softly. “I’m sorry, Mail. I wasn’t expecting that, and I guess I just went on autopilot.” She held her hand out and Mail cautiously helped her to her feet, then held the trembling little hand lightly.

“People still scare you?”

“Only most of the time.” She blushed prettily. “That was why when you invited me to live twenty-five miles from the nearest neighbor, I jumped at it — even though it meant change. Change might be bad, but people are worse, and we were right in the middle of town.”

“That part I can understand. I still get the shakes if I have to be in a group for very long or in a small space.” She moved her arm slowly around her sister’s waist, then gently hugged Aislin when she didn’t panic again. “I never was as sensitive as you, but enough that I can understand. I should have been more careful.”

Aislin leaned toward her and lightly pressed her lips to Maolisa’s, “It’s okay, Mail. We’ll adjust to each other in time, if I don’t drive you to kick me out first.” Her tummy fluttered when Maolisa puckered her lips during the kiss, and her face got a little warmer.

Maolisa replied, her lips tickling Aislin’s, “I won’t ever do that, even if you go back to tantrums every day at dinner.”

Aislin blushed brightly at the reminder of her early teens, then allowed Mail to lead her by the hand to the kitchen.

While Maolisa looked around for food supplies, Aislin hopped onto one of the spacious countertops, crossed her legs, folded the sides of her kimono in to cover her lap, and sat watching.

“Don’t you know where you put anything?” she asked after the search went on for over ten minutes.

“I didn’t do the shopping, I got a service company to clean up and stock the pantry.” She paused to look at her sister, “don’t worry, I got a list from Mom for you. The freezer must have at least ten gallons of ice cream in it.” She stood up and looked around, one fingertip pressed lightly to her lips, then suddenly pointed at Aislin, “Oh! And you have to look in the cabinets beside your window. There should be candy.”

Ash grinned widely, “I found it by smell. Tons and tons of sugar can’t be hidden.” She put her hands on her feet, twitching a little as she idly caressed her toes, “I guess Mom told you I go on sugar binges.”

“Better than drinking binges. I had a summer of that, and I don’t want to repeat it.” She looked around again, then pulled open the freezer and took out a frozen pizza. “Looks like we have to do the easy thing for now until I learn what’s what in here. Or get someone else to cook.”

“Don’t look at me. I’ve burned enough parts of my body. If it takes heat to make it, I’ll pass. I just can’t seem to handle the stove.”

Maolisa prepared the oven, then leaned against the counter beside Aislin while waiting for it to preheat. “Mom thinks that’s just because you can’t settle down. She says you get really nervous and jittery when you start trying to cook.”

Aislin shrugged, “Maybe, but it doesn’t seem to get any better with practice. Mom tried and tried to get me to cook so she could rest after work, and I just couldn’t get it. Something always went wrong.”

Mail put her hand on Ash’s hands, still resting on her feet, waited for her sister’s shiver to pass, then caressed her lightly, smiling softly, and said, “I know. Mom gave me lots and lots of warnings.”

Blushing, Aislin looked down at her sister’s hand covering her own, pleased to see it looked almost as childish as hers, including the short nails, although Mail’s looked trimmed rather than bitten. “Like how I live in my own world, unconnected to reality?”

“She mentioned that. Several times. Forcefully.” Maolisa grinned at her sister. “Just don’t bring any dragons here, the house is big but not that big.” The oven signaled that it was preheated, and Maolisa pulled the pizza from the box and put it inside, setting a timer. She returned to caressing her sister’s hands, giving her a tender smile when she shuddered. “If I give you enough attention, will you stop being so nervous?”

“Probably for you, but it doesn’t always work. Most people stay scary no matter how much time I spend with them, but once in a while I find someone I can get used to.” She smiled shyly at her sister. “I’m expecting you’ll be one of them, since I wasn’t scared of you before.” She reached out and caressed Maolisa’s cheek with her fingertips, then let them drift over her lips, biting her own when Maolisa kissed her fingers.

“School must have been really rough.”

Nodding, Aislin shifted her bum on the counter, “They tried to make space and rules for getting near me, but with the push to get handicapped people mainstreamed, they wanted to try to force me to be with the regular students. I think I missed about three-quarters of the year cause of not being able to face them.” She shrugged and put her hands back on her feet. “It wasn’t so bad, though. There were girls that liked to try to take care of me, overpowered mother instincts I think, and they would make people stay away as much as they could. Teachers were the worst. They seemed to think they could just order me to not panic.” She unfolded her legs and slid off the counter as the pizza timer sounded, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Maolisa was looking over her body as the kimono pulled up for a moment when it caught on the edge of the counter.

Maolisa found a steak knife and cut the pizza into wedges, then watched as Aislin tore a slice into small bits with her fingers, shaking her hand every once in a while as it got too hot. She offered the knife to her, but Ash pulled back as if afraid of it, and Mail moved it away. “You don’t like knives?”

“Mom didn’t let me near really sharp ones. She was afraid if I had a tantrum I might hurt someone really bad by accident. She made such a big deal out of it that I guess it made me leery of even touching one.” She smiled sheepishly, “I never hit anyone during a tantrum, though. I yell bad words and bang things and stomp my feet and cry and sometimes just scream.” She fidgeted with her pizza, now ripped into bite-size pieces, pushing it around and occasionally picking up a piece to chew for a long time. As she ate and kept her attention on pizza pieces, she seemed to relax a bit.

Thinking about her sister’s control problems made Maolisa a little uncomfortable. Not so much out of fear of what she would do, but the discomfort of feeling sorry for her when she knew that was the last thing Ash would want. Her father tried to blame Aislin’s issues on attention-seeking and ‘being a baby’, but her mother and the doctors said Ash was severely autistic and had to work really hard to avoid freaking out over every little thing.

Mail was hoping she could give Ash a place to be herself with few outside disruptions to trigger problems, since Mail herself was autistic, just not so severely. One of her first steps would be to learn Ash’s rituals, like tearing her food into tiny bites, and not make her uncomfortable about them. She watched her older but smaller sister eat, a little flutter in her stomach at observing how childlike she could be.

When Aislin was finished eating, she stood and walked away from the table, leaving scraps of pizza behind. Maolisa got her attention with a little cough, then pointed at the bits of food. “Hey, Ash, could you get those? The trash is that flap under the sink, like they have in fast food places.”

Aislin looked at the scraps with a wrinkle in her brow, as if confused, then smiled, “Oh, yes. Trash.” She giggled nervously, blushing a little, “Um, you might need to tell me a few times about picking up. Mom wasn’t consistent and, well, I dunno if you know, but it’s hard for me to remember what things to do if it changes too much.” She looked down at the floor and fidgeted a little before saying softly, “Like if you want me to clean up after eating then I have to do it every time, not just sometimes when you don’t feel like it. Or you can ask each time you want me to, if you don’t want it to be a regular thing.”

Maolisa carefully approached and wrapped her arms around Aislin, hugging her gently, “I know. Remember, we did live together for many years before the divorce. I know about routines and how evil change is.” She pulled her head back to try to look into Ash’s eyes, forgetting for a moment that Ash never looked a person in the eyes, “I have my own, you know, although I try to fight them,” she smirked, “not very successfully, but I try.” She released her sister from the hug. “Picking up stuff from the table is one we both need, unless we decide we can handle having a housekeeper, and that couldn’t be until after we get accustomed to the place, so we still need that routine for now.”

Aislin wiggled out of Maolisa’s arms, her body starting to tremble from being so close, then cheerfully picked up the remains of lunch and disposed of them, asking, “So what do we do with the trash when it’s full?”

Opening the cabinet door under the flap, Maolisa showed her the trash basket, “Just take this out the back door, turn right, there’s a fenced area on the side of the house. Inside is the big trash things. Dump it in there and bring it back. The big things are emptied by the trash company on Monday mornings, so we don’t have to worry about that part of it.”

Once the kitchen had been cleaned up, Aislin took off her kimono and handed it to Maolisa, “Here, you can have this back. I’ll get something of my own after I have a shower.” She headed out to the hallway and up the inside stairs to the third floor, then found her room at the opposite end of the hall from the master bedroom. While it was further from Maolisa’s room than she wanted, the other options didn’t suit her tastes as well. She liked the dark greens and browns of carpet and wallpaper, and the big four-poster bed with matching bedding planted in the center of the room instead of against a wall. When she had first seen it, she giggled and told Mail it was perfect, giving her a chance to fall out of bed in any direction without being restricted by walls. Sections of the walls had dark wood panels that had turned out to be doors behind which were cabinets, closets, and drawers, with more storage space than Aislin could imagine ever needing, and one led to a large bathroom.

Maolisa watched Aislin until she turned into the stairway and out of sight, smiling to herself. She’d wanted to have her little older sister back for a couple of years, but her father had no tolerance for handicapped people and would go out of his way to cause them trouble. That she was his daughter only made it worse. At the same time he forbid Mail from contacting her, claiming Ash had abandoned the family when he sent her to stay with her mother. Winning the lottery with the ticket he had given her as the only present for her eighteenth birthday had allowed her to get out from under his insanity.

***

Aislin stretched out in the tub, which was more than large enough for her to lie down in without bending in any way, and turned on the shower, relaxing in the artificial rain. She pictured her younger sister as she looked when Ash took her towel and sighed deeply, then took care of the physical tensions it raised. After resting a few minutes she washed, sitting under the running shower. While she’d never had any problems in a bath, her mother had always been afraid she would have some kind of attack (her mother didn’t really understand autism) and wouldn’t let her have the water more than a couple of inches deep. Aislin didn’t like standing in the shower, though, as she was afraid of losing her balance when touching parts that made her tremble or shudder while washing. So a shower while sitting or lying in the tub was her compromise, although she thought she might have to try a full bath, with deep water, soon. Maybe have Mail sit with her just to be safe, although that might bring up other issues. Aislin blushed as she pictured it, and hurried through the rest of her shower-bath.

***

Maolisa returned to her room and looked through her drawers until she found some shorts and a t-shirt, then changed clothes. She looked for her flip-flops a minute before remembering Ash wouldn’t let her wear them, then put on some tennis shoes without socks and smirking as she thought about how her father would yell that the shoes would be ruined by her sweat. She was tempted to throw out all her socks just to spite him, but dismissed the silly idea right away. She had enough silly ideas that she hung onto without keeping spiteful ones. Like kissing her sister on the mouth.

She couldn’t recall what had prompted her to pucker her lips, but she was glad Aislin had simply returned the kiss without getting all upset. A small sigh escaped as she remembered those soft little lips moving against her mouth. Shaking herself out of introspection, she went through her bathroom to the outside stairs, briefly wondering why the stairs went to the bathroom instead of the bedroom.

***

The deck outside Aislin’s bedroom didn’t have a set of stairs leading down, but it was large enough to contain a set of all-weather furniture including a sofa, two lounge chairs, and a small game table with matching chairs and umbrella. Ash stretched out on a lounge chair and dozed, letting the cool breeze raise bumps all over her body and stiffen her nipples. The tightening of her nipples gave her pleasant daydreams, but not enough to incite her to actually move, and she fell into a nap.

***

The afternoon was getting cooler as Maolisa went down the stairs and across the clearing into the forest at a brisk clip. Her intent had been to get exercise by jogging to the dock along the path through the forest, but she quickly discovered that running a winding, ungraded, narrow dirt path was much more difficult than the paved park paths in a city; the quarter mile trip one way had her completely winded.

She found her sister’s clothes from the morning dropped haphazardly around the wooden planks. She looked around for shoes but didn’t find any, so assumed she hadn’t worn any even at first. Mail wondered how she could have such pretty little feet the way she mistreated them, walking across any surface in her path without shoes, regardless of how rough and torn up it might be. She picked up Ash’s shorts, t-shirt, and underpants, looking twice at the underpants, since her mother had told her it was near impossible to get Aislin to wear underclothes. She shrugged and started the walk back up to the house.

***

Waking up was always a slow process for Aislin. It would take her several minutes to separate dream from reality when waking in her own bed. Waking in a new place, on a lounge chair outdoors, she found it difficult to pull herself the rest of the way awake. A soft hand caressing her chest, brushing lightly over a nipple as it moved up her neck, then cupped her chin, made it more dreamlike. She imagined she heard her sister’s soft voice whispering her name, then again. Gradually it occurred to her that she might not be imagining it. She opened her eyes as the soft hand slid lightly down over her throat to rest gently on the center of her chest. She felt her cheeks flush as her nipples hardened at the touch. She looked over to Maolisa and saw no sign that anything was wrong.

Sitting on the seat beside her sister and leaning over, Maolisa touched her lightly, trying to wake her. She wasn’t sure what kind of touch would set off one of Ash’s downward spiraling reactions. She whispered her name, then bent her face down and kissed her sister’s lips lightly, then again, when she found them slightly parted, inhaling through her mouth to capture the candy-flavored breath, smiling when she figured out the flavor was spearmint. She let her tongue touch her sister’s lips, wetting them, then lifted her head and caressed the pretty face as she whispered Aislin’s name again.

As Ash blinked slowly awake Mail blushed lightly. When no bad reaction came, Maolisa let her hand slide back to Ash’s chest, trying to avoid brushing the nipple again. She didn’t want her sister thinking she was trying to take advantage of her in her sleep.

“I went down to the dock and found your clothes. Did you have shoes? I didn’t find any.” Maolisa continued, speaking in the soft voice she’d used to wake Aislin. It was her natural tone, but she had gotten into a habit of trying to speak louder, after being told over and over that a soft voice was a sign of weakness.

“I haven’t worn shoes since graduation. School was the only time I really needed to,” Aislin replied in a similarly soft voice. Aislin had developed a habit of matching her tone to the tone around her, since she didn’t really grasp the nuances of a changing voice. Mail made a note to herself to speak softly around Ash, so she could hear that softer voice again.

“What about stores and restaurants?”

Aislin grinned, “You’d be surprised what you can get away with when people think of you as ‘that freak kid’. Clerks would help find stuff for me to get me out of the store faster, rather than fuss at me for being barefoot.” She paused only a moment before looking away shyly, her face flushed a brighter pink, “and I can’t eat in restaurants. I don’t remember the last time I was in one for more than just picking up a take out meal. I hate them.”

Maolisa reached to stroke her sister’s cheek comfortingly, but caught herself before making the contact that might trigger a panic or tantrum. “I don’t usually go to them. They’re uncomfortable when you’re alone, and Dad didn’t want to be seen in public with a daughter, because it might hurt what slim chance he had of getting a date. Not that he ever got a date that I know of, but in his mind he’s a ladies’ man.”

Aislin giggled, trying to picture the drunken bully she remembered playing a lothario. “He must have an even richer fantasy life than I do!” Maolisa joined her in giggling.

“Anyway, I put your dirty clothes in the utility room beside the kitchen.” She chewed her lip, then blurted out, “I found panties down there, but Mom said you don’t wear them. Did you start and not tell her?”

Ash giggled again, “No, I just wore them like, um, don’t laugh! Like a shield, sorta. A thing to do to feel safer.” She looked away again, “I get scared sometimes, and little things like that help me think I’m doing something to be safer, and that helps me not panic.”

Mail waited until Ash was turned where she could see her move, then caressed her shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Aislin’s hand covering hers and her mouth turning up into a smile let Mail know Aislin understood the intent.

“Oh, okay. Well, they’re in the utility room, too. Do you know how to do laundry, or is there a reason you can’t?”

Shaking her head side to side, Aislin smiled, “Nope, no reason not to. One of the parts of normal life Mom let me do for myself. Although she always checked to make sure I didn’t forget the soap or to turn the machines on.”

“Oh good. The more you can do yourself, the less need we’ll have for housekeepers or anything,” Maolisa smiled, “and the less of that we need, the less people you have to see. Except me. You have to see me. A lot.”

Aislin took her sister’s hand and kissed the back of it lightly, “I like that part. Seeing you, I mean. The part about housekeepers and people, well, the less the better. I could be happy going a year of no other people right now. I still haven’t gotten over graduation, and that was months ago.”

Maolisa looked up and down her sister’s body, hoping it seemed casual, then stood up and smiled down at her, “I’ve got paperwork to take care of. My office is on the second floor beside the library, if you need anything.” She started to turn toward the door, then paused as she felt Ash’s fingers trail over her thigh, then turned back, “Did you want an office or a computer room or something? Or is the library all you need?”

Shrugging and looking at where her fingers still rested lightly on her sister’s leg, Aislin shrugged. “I don’t have a computer or anything like that. Mom was afraid I wouldn’t use one and we didn’t have the money to spare. I’m not even sure I’d have a use for one, although I’ve wanted to try making pictures.” She shrugged again, “Mostly I just read, so the library suits me, and I love all the wood and leather.”

“Leather?”

Grinning, Aislin tapped Maolisa’s thigh, “The book bindings? You didn’t notice most of them are real leather bindings? And the seat covers? The desk blotter?”

Blushing brightly, Mail turned back to go into the house. “Oh, I wasn’t thinking of leather in that context.”

Aislin watched her sister’s bum sway as she left the deck, thinking she’d like more information about the context Mail had been thinking of. She blushed as several images ran through her mind, then forced herself to think about getting up and doing something.

With a small effort she pulled herself up from the lounge chair and went to look in her closet, knowing Mail had added considerably to her wardrobe when stocking the room. After just a couple of minutes she found a deep green, very light, satin dressing gown that fit loosely and had a little sash to hold it together so Ash wouldn’t have to think about it, which was a requirement since Ash wouldn’t think about it. Some form of clothing was needed, as Aislin was heading for the library, and sitting on leather chairs while naked was not comfortable for very long

***.

Maolisa dropped into her desk chair and kicked off her tennis shoes. She grinned lightly, thinking how Aislin was already corrupting her: in the past, she didn’t take her shoes off just to be comfortable. She wiggled her toes, thought about how they could use some nail polish, then pulled her chair up to her desk and moved the mouse to wake up the computer. As she worked, she kept finding herself rubbing her feet on the carpet and shook her head with a smirk, realizing why Ash was always moving her feet.

***

The chair in the library was a large antique, matching the desk. Made of dark, heavy wood, the seat, back, and arms had thick, soft, leather-covered padding in the important places. Aislin leaned back and put her feet up on the edge of the desk, then pushed a little, smiling as she found the chair was too heavy to be accidentally tipped over that way. She put her feet back on the floor, enjoying the feel of the luxurious carpet, and stood up to look more closely at the books.

***

Emails from her lawyer made Maolisa smile widely as the trust she had been trying to set up for Aislin was finally confirmed and approved. Nearly a third of her lottery winnings were put aside in case there came a time Ash was left alone or survived past retirement age, with the investments spread widely enough that the risk of complete loss was low. A quarter of the funds were in a retirement account for herself that was safe from her tendency to overspend, requiring legal hoop-jumping to extract money from. The rest was invested with a limited cash-withdrawal option, automatic deposits into her spending account and the accountant’s account for paying the bills. Mail could be a responsible person for most things, but getting bills paid on time was not one of them. After reading through the documents and marking those tasks complete she decided to get up for a few minutes to stretch.

***

Finding Sir Thomas Malory’s Le Morte d’Arthur and T. H. White’s The Once and Future King as a bound set made Aislin squeal and jump up and down like a child before reaching for the first one. Carrying it back to the desk as if it were as fragile as a snowflake, she set herself down, sliding until her bum was almost off the front edge of the seat, put her feet up onto the desk, ignoring the way the dressing gown fell open to her waist, and opened the book carefully. Within minutes she was lost in the stories, her trembling from excitement at finding the books subsiding as her mind wandered into fantasy.

***

Maolisa sighed as her bare feet stepped onto the cool hardwood of the hall floor, then turned toward the stairway. Before she got there, she decided to peek in the library and see how her sister was doing. It never occurred to her that Ash might not be there, as Ash was always where books were.

From the doorway she was looking at the side of the desk and chair and could easily see that Aislin was bare from the waist down, her robe hanging to the floor from the seat instead of wrapping her legs. Mail smiled at Ash’s pretty legs, ankles crossed and cute little feet resting on the desktop, toes tapping the air in time with some tune in Ash’s head. She wanted to reach out and touch the lovely, soft skin, but didn’t want to scare her sister, nor interrupt her relaxation. Reading seemed to help Aislin’s ability to cope with reality much better than any other form of stress relief. She blew her sister a kiss and wandered back to her office.

***

As the light from the afternoon sun faded from the windows some automatic system gradually raised the artificial lights in the library. The change was so gradual Aislin’s reading was not disturbed, giving her hours of enjoyment and relaxation. By the time she returned from the worlds in the book her back was aching from being slumped in the hard chair for so long, and she moaned softly as she squirmed to get the kinks out before lifting her feet from the desk and placing them on the floor, wiggling her toes.

“Ouch,” she muttered as she tried to stand and fell back, then succeeded on a second try. Stretching backward then forward, then reaching to touch her toes, shuddering, then standing up straight again and wiggling her whole body seemed to get the kinks out. She grinned to herself, remembering her mother fussing that it wasn’t fair, how she could recover so easily from a stiff back. The thought got her thinking of her mother and she decided to ask Mail to invite her to come visit, since she refused to move to the south with them.

***

Maolisa’s office was originally intended as a walk-in closet, so she only had room for her desk, computer, file cabinet, and safe — not even a chair for visitors. She liked it that way, so she could get things done. It didn’t take much to distract her, even simple knickknacks and pictures could break her concentration if she saw them out of the corner of her eye, so she put her office where there wasn’t room for that stuff, and kept everything else in its place. Setting up that way had the beneficial side-effect of keeping her from dawdling over things she needed to do; so she could get the work done and get out as quickly as possible.

So when Aislin appeared in her doorway, Mail stood up to exit the office instead of inviting her in. Aislin didn’t move right away and Maolisa brushed up against her as she got to the door, feeling her shiver a little without moving away from the touch. Mail smiled and intentionally brushed her hand against Ash’s shivering herself when her sister clasped it briefly before moving back from the doorway.

“I like your office, Mail. It’s nice and cozy. You just need to change the color. White is horrible. Walls should never be white,” Aislin grinned at her sister. “I want a nice green office, with green carpet, green wallpaper and even a pastel green ceiling.”

“We can make you an office and just spray it down with water and let mold grow on everything, how’s that?” her sister teased, but when Aislin blushed and looked down at her toes, a glum expression on her face, Maolisa gave her a careful hug and apologized. “I’m sorry, sis. I forget that teasing like that doesn’t work for you. It was supposed to be a joke.”

Aislin smiled faintly, “Oh. I never know when it’s supposed to be a joke or being mean, and it always feels mean even if I should know better.” She lightly brushed Maolin’s cheek with her lips, “I’ll try to think the right way, so you don’t have to worry about how you talk.”

“And I’ll try to think the right way and not tell jokes that could be insulting. It’s not really a nice kind of humor, anyway.” Maolisa took advantage of the tender moment to kiss her sister’s lips, suppressing the urge to lick them, and gently tighten her hug. Feeling Aislin starting to tremble, Mail backed away as casually as she could, a little surprised to notice Ash’s cheeks getting a little flushed.

Looking down at her toes, rubbing the line between the carpeted office and the hardwood hallway, Aislin tried to get herself distracted. “I was coming to ask if maybe we could have Mom come visit soon. I think I miss her already.”

Maolisa started down the hallway, holding her hand out to Aislin to let her decide if she wanted to take it or not. “Yes, well, me and Mom already talked about it. She said you would probably want her to visit within the first few days, but might hold out a couple of weeks. You think you can make it a month, or do you need her sooner?”

Aislin took her sister’s hand, her own quivering just a little at the touch, “I want to say that would be fine, but I know me and that would be too long. Maybe two weeks from now? I don’t want to be a pest, but this is a lot of change… and even though I’m happy, stress is stress, good or bad, and it builds up.” She grinned at Mail, “If it had been me winning the lottery, I probably would have had a temper tantrum from the surprise and torn up the check.”

Mail laughed and had to concentrate to stop herself from giving her sister a big hug. “We can manage that, I’m sure. Mom was thinking between two and three weeks would be your limit, and counting from the day we came down, that would be two and a half. Mom knows your limits pretty well.”

Aislin smiled faintly, “She’s had years of experience, and cares enough to pay attention, even when she doesn’t understand. It’s not like I’ve changed much. I get older but I don’t grow up.” She looked up thoughtfully. “I think I prefer it that way.”

Mail gently squeezed Ash’s hand and couldn’t suppress a giggle when Ash squeaked in surprise, sounding like a cartoon mouse, but also giggled. She let Maolisa tug her into the stairwell, going down.

“Let’s get some coffee and call her now.” Mail smirked, “Every time I call her, the conversation lasts at least one cup, sometimes two.”

“What do you talk about so much?”

“The care and feeding of an older sister.” They shared a brief laugh.

Ash tried to start the pot of coffee brewing, but as she tried to pour the coffee beans in without grinding them first or using a filter, Mail took over. Ash sighed, looking a little disappointed in herself, “I know how to do it, but for some reason every time I try I suddenly can’t remember, and the odd things like trying to use whole beans seem to actually make sense. Then when someone else starts doing it, I know the right thing.” She climbed up on the counter, sitting cross-legged next to where Mail was putting things together for the coffee, not seeming to notice her robe was open, and Maolisa was sneaking peeks between her thighs.

“Maybe if we tried turning it into a ritual, with the preparation steps laid out, we can break that habit.” She got all the things needed for making the coffee and set them out on the counter between Aislin and the coffee pot, “See, like this? Set it all out at once, so you’re doing it differently from what you’re used to doing.” Once she had all the items laid out in a row, she moved her hand to the side, slipping it under Aislin’s robe to rest on her knee. Aislin’s face flushed a little bit and she shivered, but she didn’t move away.

Instead, she smiled at her sister, “That’s how I usually break routines that I do wrong. Reorder them so that I don’t fall back into the old habits. You’ll just have to tell me the first few times.” She pulled her robe closed, but let it go over Maolisa’s hand on her knee, shifting her body around to pull some of the robe out from under her bum. As she moved Mail’s hand slipped down her thigh a little and Aislin gasped, then bit her tongue to distract herself from moaning.

Maolisa briefly considered the idea that Aislin had caused her hand to move intentionally, then decided that was just wishful thinking and the gasp was from surprise. She slid her fingers up her sister’s thigh, back to her knee, enjoying the way Aislin shivered as she did. She tore her eyes away from Aislin’s little mound and looked up toward her face, grateful for Aislin’s inability to look someone in the eye. Reluctantly, she let go of Ash’s knee and turned to the telephone on the wall, dialing their mother’s number.

Aislin turned toward the coffee maker. With everything laid out for her, it really was easy for her to do things in the right order. Before her sister had even said hello on the telephone, the coffee was brewing. She slid off the counter, letting it pull her robe up for a moment, giggling when Mail took advantage of it to slap her bum, hard enough to sting but not enough to really hurt. She wriggled a little, causing Mail to laugh, then went hunting in the cabinets for coffee cups.

The phone was answered just as Maolisa slapped her sister’s bare bum, causing her “hello” to sound a bit strained as she was trying to conceal the sudden excitement that touching Aislin’s bottom made her feel. “Hi, Mom. Just calling to see if you’re ready to come visit. No, not today,” she laughed, “You have a little time to prepare. How does two weeks sound? Okay, I’ll get the tickets set up.”

She chatted with her mother for a few minutes, watching her sister moving around the kitchen, looking in all the cabinets. She noted that even though she moved fast, almost suddenly, when going from place to place, she looked graceful doing it. She wondered if it was something Aislin had developed to help prevent accidents from her jumping around all the time.

Aislin found the coffee cups in a cabinet on the opposite side of the kitchen from the coffee maker, and sighed in exasperation. There was no way she could leave it like that, and started moving them to the cabinet over the machine. That cabinet had boxed foods in it, which also needed to be moved, and within minutes Aislin was engrossed in a major re-ordering of the entire kitchen as Maolisa watched, amused and a little impressed. Aislin’s quick movements and obsession with order and logic made fast work of the job.

Maolisa kept their cups filled and tried to help as much as she could, but Aislin found cooperation difficult, not being able to anticipate what the other person was about to do. Finding herself bumped out of the way, and things she did undone right afterward, Mail decided she was safer sitting at the table and watching. She didn’t mind having the opportunity to watch her sister’s little body moving and bending and twisting, although she did have to bite her tongue at times when she would catch a glimpse of more skin than most people would allow to be seen.

When Aislin got hot and removed her robe, Mail almost reached out for her, wanting to pull her big sister into her lap with a desire that was getting harder and harder to resist. She settled for giving her a kiss on the lips and caressing her cheek when she came by for a coffee refill.

Wiping her brow, Aislin found it damp with sweat, then looked around the kitchen. She hadn’t really noticed how much work she was doing. Once started, she just focused on the task and drifted away inside her mind, while some part of her brain that she didn’t have a lot of contact with used her body to accomplish the job. She was aware of what she was doing, so far as knowing that she moved this here and that there, but didn’t actually think about it directly, and after a job was done, she didn’t have much memory of what happened during the work. But then, she often found herself without a clear memory of what she’d just been doing. It could be really annoying to suddenly find herself standing in the kitchen with a pan in hand and no idea why.

As she got down on her hands and knees to put something in the back of a lower cabinet, Aislin thought she heard a deep moan, but when she looked around her sister was still sitting at the table with her coffee. She shrugged and turned back to the cabinet, squirming a bit to get further back.

Moaning at the sight of her sister’s bottom made Maolisa blush and bite her lip. When Aislin turned to look at her, Mail hoped that her sister’s inability to read faces was for real, because she was sure that her lust was plainly visible. Then when Aislin turned away again and squirmed, wiggling her bum, Mail was sure she was going to lose her self control and do something forbidden to her sister. She bit her lip harder, nearly puncturing it with her teeth. She wondered how she was going to be able to live with her sister when every glimpse of her body was so arousing, and Ash disliked clothing so much.

Putting the last pan away, Aislin made one more circuit of the kitchen, checking every drawer and cabinet to be certain the contents were in the most logical place she could think of. While she wasn’t lazy, she hated needing to walk back and forth just to get a pan from the opposite side of the kitchen. She was pleased, and picked up her robe. It had gotten too much sweat in it before she took it off, so it was too damp to put back on. She used it to wipe her face and smiled at her sister, “Is it okay that I just rearranged everything without asking?”

Maolisa pulled her naked sister into her lap, enjoying Aislin’s wiggling and squirming as she fought to get away. She gave her as gentle a hug as she could without allowing her to escape. Then Mail kissed her lips, letting her own part a little, and was pleased when Ash’s parted as well, letting them share their breath.

It felt odd to be kissing her own sister that way, especially while she was struggling to break free of their embrace. When they broke the kiss, Mail noticed that Ash’s nipples were standing up invitingly. Instead of taking the invitation, she let her sister get up, slapping her bottom as she moved away. The memory of having Aislin’s sweaty, slippery body in her grasp was going to linger for a long time, Mail was sure.

Biting her lip, Aislin wondered if she should tell her sister that kissing and touching like that made her think about sex. She decided it would be a bad idea, not wanting her sister to think that she was a pervert in addition to being emotionally handicapped. That would probably be too much, and she’d get sent back to her mother. She enjoyed the kiss as long as she could tolerate before the urge to put her tongue in her sister’s mouth became too strong and she had to pull away. When Maolisa let her up and slapped her bum she blushed and nearly stopped to let her do it again, but managed to step out of reach before turning back, giggling. “You’re a brat!”

“I have to thank you for all that work. I think you deserve a hug and kiss, at the very least!”

“Well, you’re welcome.” Aislin knew that wouldn’t mind being surprised that way by her sister more often, even if it was making her feel a bit frustrated. She knew she wouldn’t forget the feel of her sister’s soft hands sliding over her sweaty body, not any time soon. “I’m going to get a shower, I’m all wet and slippery.”

Maolisa nearly volunteered to help, but was afraid that even her socially clueless sister would pick up on that as an innuendo, and she didn’t want to freak Aislin out. As she watched Ash’s cute little bum sway, she decided she needed a bath, and followed her out, then up the stairs, the sisters heading in opposite directions at the top.

Mail stripped rapidly as the tub filled, then stepped in to find that she’d gotten the balance of hot and cold just right this time. After relaxing in the soapy water for a minute, she put a hand down between her thighs and started relieving the sexual tension that spending so much time with her sister had built up.

***

Aislin stepped into the shower, allowing the cold spray to play over her chest until her nipples ached. She took the head down and adjusted the setting to massaging bursts, and adjusted the temperature to cool instead of cold, then turned the pulsating stream to point between her thighs to wash away the strain of being so near Maolisa without being able to act on her imagination.

***

The tub had cooled considerably by the time Maolisa was ready to get out, her frustration temporarily eased. Wrapping herself in a large towel, she stepped out onto the deck and looked out over the forest. She tried to think about how to deal with her feelings for Aislin, but she pushed the notion away, letting herself stay relaxed and enjoy the temporary calm of having fixed that urge, even if only briefly.

Thinking of Aislin brought another thought to mind, and she dropped the towel to the deck and stretched, enjoying the cool breeze. Being naked on a regular basis was new to her, but she could understand the appeal and told herself to try to do it more often.

***

The shower massage did its job well and Aislin was feeling quite relaxed as she turned the warm water up for washing. Running soapy hands over her body had its usual effect, though muted somewhat after the first relief. She idly wondered if her sister was as sensitive to touch, which led to thinking about touching her and bringing back the tensions she’d just dealt with. Ash grinned sheepishly, thinking that she needed to find something to think about besides her sister.

Once she’d had her body cleaned of sweat, Aislin stepped out of the shower and padded naked through her bedroom to her deck, then stood there, letting the cool breeze dry her body as the sun set.

***

As it got too dark to see much, Maolisa stepped back through her bathroom to her bedroom. She found a thigh-length kimono and matching silk sash. She reached for panties out of habit, then told herself to try to go by Aislin’s no-panties rule. She closed the drawer, headed out to the hallway and Aislin’s room to invite her to dinner.

When Maolisa knocked on her door, Aislin opened it in the nude, as she rarely thought to put clothes on. Mail looked at her, blushing slightly, and went straight to her closet. She found a thigh-length kimono and sash and handed them to Aislin, smiling.

Aislin sighed, “I suppose wearing clothes around the house is a rule here, too?” although she was glad for the excuse to hide her body’s reaction to Mail’s mere presence.

With the kimono on and tied, Aislin’s hard nipples weren’t so obvious, since she didn’t have breasts pushing them outward like Maolisa. At that thought, that she glanced at Mail’s chest and noticed that her sister’s nipples were poking at the fabric of her kimono and her knees wobbled a little at the thought of what they would look like.

Maolisa noticed Aislin sneak a glance at her chest and smiled inwardly. Her sister might not be completely heterosexual after all. She still didn’t think it would be a good idea to let Ash know of her incestuous thoughts. Mail had grown up with one of the most homophobic men in the world, and was scared of her own lesbian feelings, never mind letting someone else have a chance to hurt her for them.

She watched her sister pull the kimono on, then grabbed the sash and tied it for her as an excuse to get close and smell her candy breath. When she was done she leaned forward to press her lips to Ash’s, keeping hers open, and was pleased that Ash did the same, permitting Mail to inhale a lungful of that sweetest of air — Ash’s breath.

Aislin felt her knees wobble as Maolisa took air from her mouth during their kiss. She was pretty sure that mouth to mouth kissing was unusual for sisters, so open-mouthed kissing must be even less normal. Could it be that her sister felt the same way as she did? Her body trembled as she considered it, but then she reminded herself she really didn’t know what was normal or abnormal. She didn’t have friends to talk to about it, didn’t watch television or movies, and only read epic fantasy. She couldn’t take a chance that she was misreading what Mail felt about her. She let Mail pull her close and caress her back while they kissed, then stepped back, blushing lightly.

Mail felt her sister tremble as they kissed and took a chance, caressing her back and holding her snugly. When Aislin allowed it and continued the kiss, Mail started getting her hopes up again, and didn’t try to talk herself down.

Aislin’s blush after the kiss helped keep her attitude positive. Rather than push her luck, she put off making any further advances for the moment. “What would you like for dinner, sis?”

“Meat.” Aislin grinned at Maolisa’s smirk, “Okay, cow meat. Cooked would be nice, but not necessary.”

Reaching for her sister’s hand, Maolisa started for the door, her heart feeling like it skipped a beat when Aislin’s little hand clasped hers, twining their fingers together. She sighed happily, her bare feet getting a thrill when stepping from thick soft carpet onto cool hardwood. She wasn’t sure if it was the new sensations of walking around barefoot or the excitement of holding her sister’s hand that made it seem so interesting. Whatever it was, it made her notice more, and she liked it.

Taking Mail’s hand made Aislin giddy, distracting her so much that she almost didn’t notice the feel of the hardwood floor when she stepped into the hallway. She paused a split second to let her toes wiggle against the grain, then let Mail lead her down the hallway. She allowed herself to be led, mainly so she could watch Maolisa’s pretty feet as she danced down the hallway.

By keeping her mind on dragging her older sister into the kitchen, Maolisa managed to keep herself from turning Ash around and molesting her. Once she had her in the room, Mail pushed her into a chair, leaned over to kiss her again, caressing her cheek, then set about finding something to feed them.

Whenever her preparations took her near Aislin, she couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her soft white skin, or bending over to kiss her pretty pink lips. That Aislin always kissed her back or touched her hand in return gave Mail hope that Ash might be feeling the same sort of affection that Mail had for her.

Never having had a girlfriend or boyfriend, or a friend of any sort, Aislin wasn’t sure how to respond to Maolisa’s open signs of affection. She was becoming more certain that her sister’s feelings were more than sisterly, but didn’t know how to encourage her to show more without taking a huge risk. Aislin couldn’t bring herself to risk rejection, so she had to wait for Mail to make most of the moves. She did go so far as to breathe through Mail’s mouth during their kisses, which seemed to please her sister a lot.

Maolisa knew her sister couldn’t initiate any social interactions on her own. It made things difficult because she also overreacted to things that didn’t go as she wanted, so if Mail was misreading her responses, it could lead to a major disaster and damage their newly restored relationship. She knew she should be going very slow with Ash, but every time she gazed upon those little-girl features or touched those sensuous lips, it left her wanting more. As Maolisa made them a steak and potatoes dinner, she continued to push her affections on her sister, overjoyed that they were being returned.

Dinner was mostly eaten in silence. Aislin wasn’t experienced or comfortable with small talk, so unless there was something specific to be discussed she was quiet. She didn’t feel uncomfortable with the quiet; to her it was the way things always were. The only difference between this dinner and all the others in the past was the way that her sister kept looking at her between servings. It made her uncomfortable, but in a good way. Her appetite for food was quickly appeased, but she continued to pick at the meal, trying to think of a safe way to tell Mail to do what Ash hoped she wanted to.

Cleaning the kitchen together after the meal gave Maolisa many more chances to touch and caress her sister, and she took them. At first she played it safe, just touching her back or shoulder or hand. Once the job was finished, she stepped up beside Aislin and put an arm around her back, pulling her close as she started to pull away, and slid her hand over Ash’s bum, caressing it as she studied her sister’s face for a reaction.

Jumping in surprise as her sister’s arm slid round her, Aislin tried to get away to a safe distance. When Mail held her tightly and forced her to stay close, she started getting excited, and the obviously sexual caress of her bottom nearly made Ash faint. She blushed brightly, feeling the hot flush down to her chest.

As Maolisa turned to her, Aislin leaned forward and pressed her mouth to her sister’s, then licked her lips. Closing her eyes, she leaned into Maolisa and moaned softly as Mail’s warm tongue slipped into her mouth. Her hands trembling, she slipped them up and around Maolisa, holding her sister in a shaky hug as she kissed her passionately.

Maolisa finally broke the kiss and stepped away from her sister, giving her space when she noticed that she was starting to breathe deeply in a way that didn’t sound like passion. “I’m sorry, sis,” she whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Blushing brightly, Aislin shook her head, “Yes, you should have,” she blurted, “I liked it, even though I got scared.”

Maolisa grinned widely, “So my big sister is a submissive, incestuous lesbian?”

“Yes. And she hopes her little sister is a dominant, incestuous lesbian.” Aislin looked down at her toes, blushing furiously.

On to Part Two!