We made it to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up. I washed my face, as Maisie gently stroked my hair.
“That was pretty hot, aye?” she giggled.
“Maisie! Really? That was…different, but not sure we should be going there, eh? I explained.
“Well, I think you’ve been waiting for this forever, hmm? Chloe. I know you, hmm? You can’t fool me, hen,” she said so lovingly.
“And you? Hmm? You happy she’s eighteen now?” I snapped at her.
“Ooooo. Tetchy, hmm?” she giggled, so I swatted her bum. “I think you’re the happiest one here, Chloe,” she delicately whispered in my ear.
We quickly changed into our party frocks. Well, not really party, but…
“Talk to her, hen, okay? Soon,” Maisie encouraged, and held me so close that I thought I would cry.
I kissed her harshly, devouring her lips.
“I fucking love you, woman. God. Do I really deserve you?” I asked, hopefully facetiously.
“Hey. If I can live with, and enjoy, your kinks, well, then I guess so,” she laughed. I spanked her arse and we crept downstairs.
The garden had filled with friends and neighbours over our missing hour. I sheepishly saw Belle, and lowered my eyes, embarrassed at what had transpired. Resolutely, she walked to me. Well, us, actually.
“Everything okay, huns?” she smirked.
Maisie and I were speechless and could think of nothing to say.
She devilishly laughed and touched our arms.
“It’s okay, right?” she chuckled. “Maggie told me you might be a while. She was pretty coy, that one. Later, hmm?” she smiled, and chastely kissed us both.
We walked around, stiff drink in hand and mingled, talking, laughing and chatting. A lot of dad’s friends from work were there, all of them congratulating Maisie, Belle and me on our ‘marriage.’ I was touched that they took the time to come over and talk with us.
We walked with Belle, introducing her to guests who thought might be interesting. We were somewhat subtle with our affection, as Belle was still a bit uncomfortable around friends of friends. Well, in certain circumstances. She was getting there, though. She still had remnants of forty-odd years of conditioning to work through.
Maggie and I kept our distance from Maggie, our eyes catching hers every once in a while, but quickly averting our gazes. I looked at her, standing there so resolute, talking with her friends; assertive, certain, strong and sure of herself. Or so I thought. My heart softened the more I saw how she interacted with people. She was a young woman now. Sure, she still had oodles to figure out, but don’t we all?
It was Belle who saw me looking at her and softly bumped my arm. “Go on. Go to her, Chloe. Talk with her, hmm?” she smiled. I looked at her understanding eyes, lifted myself up on my toes and kissed her. I probably shouldn’t have, but I needed to. To thank her for being…her.
I walked towards Maggie and suddenly our eyes locked. She stood there, a subtle fear on her face, but I went to her.
“I’m…I’m…sor—” she began to say, but I put a single finger to her lips and whispered, “Shhhh. It’s okay, Mags. C’mon. Let’s go talk, hmm?” and without waiting for an answer, I grabbed her hand, leading her back into the house.
It was too crowded, so I took her upstairs. I opened her bedroom door, quietly closing it behind us.
“I’m so sor—” she began again, my finger going back to where it was a few minutes ago.
“I’m sorry, Maggie. I…I shouldn’t have reacted that way, ‘kay? I’m sorry,” I sighed, our eyes piercing one another.
I brought my hand to her long, auburn hair, and tucked the loose strands behind her ear. Her eyes were sorrowful, but so full of life. I kept my hand on her head and slowly pulled her lips to mine. Hesitantly, our lips touched, Maggie unsure of what was happening. Was I playing a game? Teasing? I wrapped my hands in her long, soft hair and pressed my lips to hers. We stood there, connected, as if time had stood still, ’til she slowly returned my gesture.
Her hands swept through my hair, as our faces twisted and turned in the softest, most generous kiss a sister could ever give. I actually felt her love flow through those delicious lips and deep into me. I moved to press her against the wall, but held back. This was neither the time nor the place. A deep kiss would suffice. For now. Just letting each
other confirm our deepest desires, was more than enough.
Neither of us wanted to break away, break this magical moment in case it all fell away at our feet. So we kissed. And moaned. And kissed some more. My hands inexplicably, ran down her back, feeling, as if for the first time, her delightful teenaged body. I tried to stop my hands, but they weren’t listening to the one part of my brain that still had common sense. I tenderly cupped her arse, my fingers gingerly fondling her covered, beautiful bum. Maggie’s fingers moved from my head and came to my hips, gently squeezing them, our lips and spittle as one. Slowly, she raised her hands…and I didn’t stop her. Of course, I should have, but my body wasn’t listening to my adult brain at this point. Her thumbs caressed my barely-covered breasts, her moans into my soul touching me and causing me to almost lose touch with reality. Maggie delicately fondled my sparse mounds, her breath getting heavier and her touches more insistent.
I pulled from her embrace and whispered a heartfelt, “No, Mags. Not now, ‘kay?” and I looked into her loving eyes. “This…ohhhhh, darling,” I sighed, and kissed her again, her touch firmer and more resolute.
She was trying to manoeuvre me against her door, her urgency growing with every tender, not-so-sisterly kiss.
“No…No, Maggie. Please, ‘kay? Let’s just…take a deep breath here, all right?” I asked, looking at her and stroking her hair.
“We can’t do this…here,” I sighed, knowing I had said the wrong thing. She smiled, knowing that if it wasn’t going to happen here, at least it would, at some point. Soon.
“I love you, Chloe,” she sighed, her fingers running over my face with a practised touch from God knows where! “I…I always have. But you know that, don’t you? Don’t you, Chloe?” she longingly sighed.
“I…I do, Maggie. And I’ve always loved you, darling. Even more so now. We…we need to stop, though, but we’ll talk. Soon, all right,” and somewhat chastely kissed her. “C’mon. We’ve gotten the tough part out of the way. Back to your party, ‘kay?” I said, although neither of us believed it.
She moved me against the door and her tongue slipped between my lips. I should have pulled away, but my tongue slipped between her wet, glossy lips, the tips touching and swirling around the others. Reluctantly, I gently pushed her from my fluttery body. I cupped her face in my hands and whispered, “C’mon…Trouble,” and she giggled, and I took her hand and went crept downstairs.
We loosened our hands when we reached the front room.
This wasn’t some sordid, lustful encounter. This was my sister.
“Go. Enjoy your friends, ‘kay?” I smiled, her hand grabbing mine again.
Ohh, Fuck, Chloe, I thought.
In a haze of emotion, I walked back to the garden. Maisie tracked me down, as much as I was trying to avoid her and Belle.
She was smirking, as she stood in front of me, her hand around my waist and a knowing smile on her face.
“So…?” she asked.
“Later, Mais. God…I’m such a fucking idiot!” I sighed.
“You didn’t…did you?” she asked, breathlessly.
“No! Of course not. But we could have…too fucking easily!” I sighed, and laid my head on her shoulders.
Belle saw the tender move and came to us. I could tell she wanted nothing more than to hold me, soothe me, and help me, so she did. Her warm arms enveloped my now-timid body and I was safe. Safe from myself.
“Is everything sorted, darling?” she asked with concern, her arm steadily around my waist.
“Dunno,” I said, and shrugged my sullen shoulders. “I think I may have messed things up. Can we, uhm, talk about this later? I don’t want people looking at us right now,” I begged, so we walked around, Belle’s hand in mine. Maisie, ever trawling for new connections, made the rounds, her enthusiasm and personality garnering a lot of attention. Belle was more subtle with her enquiries, and probably more successful, if truth be told.
The sun was shining, the drinks flowed and the music had everyone dancing and socialising. We danced with whoever would have us, Maggie slyly butting in and stealing too many dances with Belle, Maisie and me.
Then, after her delicious cake was cut, she opened a few prezzies. Of course, all daddy’s friends spoiled her, as they had spoiled me for all these years. Daddy went overboard and bought Maggie a second-hand Audi TT. I guess you could call a two-year-old car second-hand, hmm? When I had heard of this several weeks ago, I just snickered at our too-generous father.
“Really, dad?” I smirked. He just shrugged his shoulders.
What did we ever do to deserve him, hmm?
Maggie opened present after present, the pile growing. When she picked up ours, we held each other. Belle, Maisie and I had bought her a sexy, slim, diamond bracelet. We chose a beautiful, but simple, pavé set bracelet, not ostentatious, but elegant, nonetheless. We all paid a third, which was a bargain for Maisie and me!
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