Another Night Wasted, Chapter 5

  • Posted on December 9, 2017 at 9:30 am

By Jane Doe

Jen
Why does she keep staring at us like that? I mean, I know why she’s staring, but why won’t she stop? Peeking out briefly I can see Lucy growing more animated, as if her hands could say something her mouth wasn’t up to. But her eyes are still glued to us, open to roughly the size of dinner plates. I swear to god she’ll be drooling in a minute if she doesn’t stop.

I curl back in against Lana, letting out a soft groan. I nibble lightly on her skin as I hide my face against her neck, my own weak kind of vengeance. I feel more than hear her sigh softly and she gives me a gentle squeeze.

“C’mon, Jen, no need to hide. Lu is the one over there drooling on herself. She’s the one that should be ashamed.” Lana’s gently chiding voice and obvious amusement with Lucy’s reaction prompts me to peek out once again, just in time to see Lucy straighten up indignantly, almost pouting.

“I am not drooling. I’m just—”

“Trying to catch a few flies in your mouth?” I can’t help but interrupt. Lana giggles as I hide from Lucy’s glare, once again sheltering in the safety of my sister’s arms.

“Don’t make me steal your towel, little girl!” Knowing Lucy, she might follow through on that one.

I cower behind Lana for a moment, then dart to my closet, discretion being the better part of valor and all. It’s time to get at least some semblance of clothes on.

*****

Lucy
Holy fucking god damn. I can’t believe I just saw that. Lana and Jen? Hot. Way fucking hot.

How long has this been going on? Soooo many questions. No time like the present for asking, I guess. My eyes stay glued on Jen over by her closet as I whip out my cell to make a few calls and she pulls on… Oh dear god, my cell is momentarily forgotten, as she pulls up what looked to be a pair of black panties. It’s only as they stretch and cling to her ass that it becomes obvious they’re not silk or cotton or anything of the sort, but a filmy mesh. It’s a total letdown when the towel drops back down to cover that tight little butt of hers, but the disappointment is only for a couple of seconds. Katie’s voice is lost in my ear as the towel falls to the floor, giving me an eyeful not only of her — how to say it, accentuated ass — but the gentle curve of her back and side, her long, milky white thighs and everything above and below. Her skin still glistens with a slight sheen of dampness and it takes a light smack on the back of my head from Lana to break me out of my reverie.

Hot fucking damn. Now I know why guys always want to watch. I mean, I know I get a bit overboard with the sex drive at times, but looking at the two of them — Lana so reserved, such a sweet, kind, gentle girl; and Jen, crazy little creature, passionate and almost smoldering at times. I’ve never had friends like them, much less friends like them who are apparently sleeping together. They’re both so different, gorgeous and sexy in entirely contrasting ways — just the way they look at one another. I’m going to need a cold shower if I keep thinking about this.

Back to my calls…

*****

Lana
Once Lu tore her eyes off of Jen, she got up and wandered out — had enough of being distracted, maybe? I can’t help but cross the room to my little sis and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me after she’s pulled a t-shirt on. I give her a sly little grin and lay a few kisses along the back of her neck.

“You’re mean, doing that to poor Lu, ya know?”

“Doing what? I needed to get dressed.” She leans back against me, laying one of her arms over mine and turning her head to beg a kiss, eyes pleading and lips pouting until they’re met with my own. I can feel her body loosen, relaxing at the intimate touch of my mouth, her lips parting mine as she takes it deeper, slipping her tongue in to dance with my own, turning in my arms to face me and sliding her arms around my neck.

My heart could almost burst with the love I feel for her, and the heat rising in my lower belly tells me how much I want her as well. How could I have missed this? So close and so perfect, and now that I’ve found it I can only feel bad for the poor boys out there that will miss out on dating my Jen. I pull back and break the kiss before I lose the will to do so, smiling into her eyes and willing my sister to feel how much she means to me.

“Well, yeah, but not necessarily right in front of her. You’re going to get her all hot and bothered, and then she’ll have to find some poor boy to take it out on.” My smile breaks into a grin as she rolls her eyes.

“Oh yeah, poor, poor boy. I’m sure he’ll be crying for weeks afterwards.”

“Only because he won’t be able to keep her.” We both giggle and her head finds a resting place on my shoulder, her face buried against my neck. I can’t do anything but sigh softly, letting my satisfaction have a voice for a short moment, and hold her close. I want her to be my lover, and for the first time in the short sexually aware period of my life, I have absolutely no reservations about the who or where or when of it. My first time will be with her, and that’s all that matters. I’m so fucked up. But once again, that’s okay, because she is too. I can’t imagine what it was like for her feeling this way and having no idea if I would ever feel the same thing for her — it must have been torture.

“Okay, Stop it, you two! If you don’t, I’m going to have to strip you both down right here and have my way with the pair of ya!” Lucy, mistress of the innuendo entrance. “We’re going out, and you girls have some explaining to do. I want all the dirty details and a schedule for continuation.” She grins and points out the door. “But first, Lana, shower. Now. Can’t have you smelling like stale sex for the rest of the day.”

I can’t help but laugh at her business-like manner, and I don’t think I can really argue either. So I just shake my head and smile, letting go of Jen and obediently heading off to the shower.

*****

Jen
The red is so deep, so livid. It’s like a horrid mockery of the normally subtle hues of Lana’s hair. But it doesn’t stop at her hair, it streaks down over her face, her skin deathly white against those red gashes. She looks so cold.

The silence reigns supreme, I try to scream but no sound mars this horrible scene. She’s dead, I know it. I sob and cry and clutch her to me, shouting for help, cursing whatever god brought her so low… and then… I kiss her.

My lips meld with hers. She’s so cold. And like in a fairy tale, I feel her stir…

I wake up, shivering, even under the warm covers. Shivering, even though Lana is curled in against me, breath slow and steady in sleep. I lay there for quite some time, listening to her breathe, feeling her presence, the warmth of her against me. Not cold and bloody and dead, but wonderfully alive… and mine.

Slowly, I draw myself up, careful to leave her undisturbed, and peer at the clock. 4:00 a.m. Or close enough. I guess bad dreams can strike even the happiest of sleepers. With the phantoms of sleep leaving my head, I carefully rise from the bed to peer out the window at the darkened street. Time for a smoke; it’s been too long since I’ve had a night to think.

Perhaps it’s not such a bad thing, waking like this. I’d almost forgotten the quiet wonderment of the world at night, when everyone else sleeps. The shadows the moon throws when her mood is right, the silent hum of a world full of electric appliances, water heaters and furnaces, always running. The comforts of modern life keeping the dreamers safe and comfortable in their beds. The sky so vast, one can only imagine the other worlds out there. The galaxies spinning in the darkness, each isolated amongst so many others of their own kind. I wonder if they ever collide? Do stars and planets by the millions, or billions even, go crashing into one another, destroying what once was, to create something new? And do they occasionally come together more peacefully, timeless spinnings in tune with one another, slowly melding over eons?

Looking at Lana’s slumbering form, now half rolled onto her back, even in the grips of her dreams seeking me as much as I ever sought her, I think they just might come together like that, once in a great while.

Yes, perhaps it’s not really so bad, being a phantom myself now and again. Clinging to the lines between sleeping and waking, night and day. Being a ghost, seeing but unseen, watching over the world so different under the night sky than it is under the sun.

Man, waking up from a dream like that makes me weird.

I slowly shake my head as I haul open the window, but quietly — to awaken that sleeping beauty now would be almost criminal. Pulling on my hoodie and climbing out onto the roof, I fish a cigarette out of the pack and light it, taking a long drag and feeling the smoke clear away the last of the cobwebs. Time to think. Dad always says people need their quiet time, and on that issue I won’t argue with him.

What a weird day, no wonder I had weird dreams. Lucy showing up to get Lana out and back on the dating scene, Lana… well… telling her, I guess. The afternoon in the back corner of a smoky coffee shop, talking in hushed voices, listening to Lana share her side of the story, then having to divulge my own. I didn’t do it for Lucy, of course. I mean, it was nice having an outsider there, someone other than Lana and myself, really, just being able to tell someone, to tell another human being: “I’m in love with my big sister,” and have them… well… exalt in it, in her own weird way. Lu’s a strange one, to be sure, but it was wonderful to have someone as excited about it as we are sit and listen. But mostly I did it for Lana. We hadn’t really talked about it, not entirely. Bits and pieces here and there, but we never sat down and told one another how we decided that not only were the feelings there, but they were worth acting on.

I could feel her eyes on me the entire time I spoke, telling all, every last little thing I could remember, everything that made me fall in love with her, the way people say siblings never should. I don’t even remember most of what I said now, it was just a torrent of words, images, feelings, making them understand these things. And when I was done, Lana just hugged me. She pulled me close and held me for quite a while, kissing my hair and nuzzling my head as we each got the third degree from Lu.

She should work for the feds or something. No detail left unscrutinized, no casual turn of phrase or ambiguity left without clarification. Lana finally broke down laughing and threatened to never speak of it again unless Lucy stopped being so anal about everything. It makes me think Lu would be dangerous with a journalism degree as well. The hunger in her dark eyes, the need to know, it was kind of sexy to be honest. I’d never seen her as having much of a brain before, but I guess it just goes to show that, in a lot of ways, my big sis is a much better judge of character than I am. Not that I ever doubted it.

As I sit and think it over, I watch the moon slowly set, sliding her way down the vault of the sky, slipping into the depths of some younger night. Only the stars are left burning, holding watch until the gray shadows assert themselves, as if to prepare the world for the coming of the sun. As that great orb begins its stately ascent, I slip back inside, away from its glare and pompous ways. I can’t help but think of the sun like that, some vast prima donna, never allowing any other to share its stage.

My eyes slip back to the form laying supine on the bed, I can’t help but smile to see her gazing back at me.

*****

Lana
It took me a moment to figure out what was wrong, to realize that I’m alone in bed. Rolling onto my back, I can see the first light of dawn leaking in. I can’t help but wonder how the hell she can wake up so early on a Sunday, but be such a pain to rouse during the week. Seeing her come slipping back in through the window, wearing only her hoodie over t-shirt and panties, my irritation fades. Watching her stare back out the window with that thoughtful look on her face, the calm look of contemplation broken by her habit of chewing lightly on her lower lip, making her appear just a touch younger than she would like to be considered.

Then those lovely eyes are drawn over to me, and with the strange light of these wee hours on one side of her face and the other side in shadow, she looks to me like a goddess of the dawn, calling me from the slumber that had nearly consumed me since Mom died. Returning her glorious smile, I reach out a hand to her, beckoning her over to the bed, to her place beside me.

Pulling her down, I kiss her softly, lightly at first, playing my tongue along her lips briefly. They part, allowing me entrance. I plunge in, twining my tongue with hers, our lips and mouths dancing in a wordless communication of desire, of need. My hands slide up into her hair, feeling its silky softness and I drink in the taste and smell, lightly smoky, definitely her.

It’s intoxicating, knowing her, feeling her like this. Her body is slightly chilled but warming quickly against my own, her flesh responding to the heat rising from the depths of my body and washing through my entire being, heartbeats quickening as one.

Slowly dragging down the zipper of her jacket and twining my legs with hers, I have to stifle the urge to just strip her as quickly as possible, to feel her against me in all ways, all places. I fight the urge because I want to savor everything, each moment, each touch, breath and kiss. Her fingertips leave trails of fire on my skin, heat that causes my nipples and groin, all of my most sensitive places, to ache with longing.

This is how it should be. This is how I’ve always wanted it to be. Maybe not for everyone, but for me. I can only hope she feels the same. In my heart, I know she does.

Pushing the jacket off her shoulders, I shift slightly to move my mouth down along her neck and over the newly exposed skin as she lets out light gasps and moans, her hands traveling over my sides and back, across my stomach, anywhere they can reach. Sliding an arm under her, I lift her to rid her of her hoodie. I pull her clingy, soft cotton tee up to expose her flat, smooth stomach. I cannot resist the allure of her navel. Dipping down as I ease her back to nibble it, letting my tongue circle and dip into its depths in pantomime of a much more intimate act. Her fingers slide through my hair, gripping now and again as I shift on top of her, slowly making my way up over her stomach and ribs, pushing her shirt up higher to expose the lovely, perfect mounds of her breasts.

Licking and biting at the soft undersides of them, each in turn, working my way up to first delicately, and then more roughly, suckle and nip at the now rock-hard buds of her nipples. Eliciting murmurs and moans as well as soft gasps. Her cries are as music to my ears, spurring me on as my hands trail up her thighs, feeling the taut muscles tremble beneath her skin.

Pulling back, I kneel between her thighs, looking down at her despite her soft groan of protest, fixing her in my memory, keeping this moment in the golden light of dawn, making it mine and hers. Then I slide my arms under her knees, reaching up and hooking her panties, drawing them down as she lifts her hips to aid me. She smiles as I hold them for a moment, raising them to smell the wet spot that was growing on them, to take in the scent of her arousal… I don’t think I’ve ever smelled anything so wonderful, such a heady, musky, slightly tangy scent.

I can see the gorgeous glistening between her thighs as she sits up, wrapping me in her arms and pulling my night shirt up, briefly twisting it as it comes, locking my arms up and over my head, covering my eyes so all I can see is the faint light filtering through the fabric. I can feel her breath only a moment before her mouth locks over one of my nipples, sucking greedily, sending a delicious chill down my spine. Restrained, blind and at her mercy. It’s all I can do to stifle a cry as I feel her hand slide down into my panties, her fingers sliding over my mound and dipping into my own wetness, making my legs feel weak as I shudder at the minor explosion of pleasure in the back of my brain.

Her grip on the shirt releases and her newly free hand begins roaming again. I throw off the shirt, wrapping her in my arms, I pull her up to me to meet her mouth with my own, locking our mouths together in desperate desire. Her fingers sliding the length of my slit, passing over my hardened clit and dipping lightly inside I utter a soft cry, one of my hands seeking out her wetness as well. I never imagined it like this, so soft, incredibly slick and warm and welcoming, the nub of her little pearl so obvious and begging for ministrations and her heated depths seemingly sucking my fingers in.

She lets out a cry of dismay and surprise as I push her away, knowing suddenly what it is I want. Shifting with a quickness I didn’t know I had, I lay myself beside her, my cheek on her thigh as I pull her hip up, nearly forcing her onto her side and kissing her between her thighs, pushing those lips wide and letting my tongue plumb her depths. I hear her cry out and nearly sob with the sudden shock of it, and then I feel her grip my ass and begin a similarly fevered assault. Fingers replacing my tongue inside her, my jaw and lips quivering as near constant moans escape them I feel driven by this rush, this heat and near insanity to devour my sister, drink in all that I can and leave none to waste.

Our moans and cries build in unison, mirroring one another’s pace and frenzied energy, until everything in an instant seems to go pure white, an explosion, a convulsion of something so pure, so primal, all thought ceases, and then fades to black.

*****

Jen
Our shuddering orgasms hit at nearly the same instant, mine lagging half a second, but as I heard and felt her come, the swift, hard undulations inside her, the near squirt of fluid streaming into my mouth, her guttural cry of unloosed pleasure, I couldn’t even think of holding back another instant. To feel that mind-numbing ecstasy, and know that she brought it on, this is heaven.

It’s a labor to catch my breath, to form coherent thoughts, to do anything other than drift in the afterglow…

But after a moment I realize she’s not moving. Panic stabs deep into my psyche as I untangle myself from her legs and gather her to me, holding her, calling to her but she’s as limp and lifeless as that horrible morning.

And as her eyes slowly open and she smiles up at me, the most beautiful, crazy smile I’ve ever seen, I can’t help but think, it is just like that morning. Overreacting, as always. Leaning down to kiss her deeply, I laugh as soon as our lips part.

“Jen?” She’s still smiling as she gazes dreamily up at me.

“Yeah, Lana?” What can I do but smile back? The panic gone, I feel giddy and higher than I ever have been before.

“I love you.”

“I love you too… crazy woman.” Her smile widens at that, and she happily snuggles against me again.

“Okay… now let’s get some more sleep.”

The End

1 Comment on Another Night Wasted, Chapter 5

  1. kacey says:

    Very good :-)

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