This was supposed to be a setup for something a lot less vanilla than it is. It still is, but it was originally meant to be too. First chapter is your garden variety yuri incest, but wacky hijinks will ensue after the foreshadowed time skip. This was meant to be a short intro, but Emily and Liz insisted on having some time in the sun before getting to the plot.
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I seduced my sister when I was 14. She thinks she seduced me, but she's not the brightest bulb in the drawer. And anyway, I like it this way. Guilt is the best way to keep someone close, and to make sure they keep a secret. Now, when I crawl into her bed at 3 AM, even though I can feel in the hunch of her shoulders and the fuzz in her voice that she doesn't want to be awake, she'll eat me out anyway. Dumb bitch. Love her, though.
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It was two summers ago when I cracked her. She's a year older than I am, and although she'd had her (unfairly large) tits for a couple years, she was just starting to take a *serious* interest in other kids. Like the boy cleaning the pool under Mother's watchful (and appreciative, I'm pretty sure, though I never caught them doing anything) eye. I'd been working on her since the end of school, touching her more, wearing less, complimenting her chest and her long, brown hair. I'd found her diary when she left it out, distracted by finals, and I knew she thought I was pretty. What she actually wrote was, "God, Liz is so hot." She wrote that about a lot of people, to be fair, but I was determined to make her do something about it. So I was playing the insecure little sister that summer, getting her to compliment me back. She liked my flat tummy, the short, jagged haircut I was trying out, the sundresses and tank tops I wearing more and more around her as she "helped me feel more confident." And I hadn't been letting her masturbate.
I was terrified she'd figure out what was going on, but... well, like I said. Not the smartest. So when I'd knock on her door about ten minutes after I started hearing the rustle of sheets and muffled moans from across our shared wall, I don't think she ever really realized what was up. It made her nervous, though, and downright terrified of being vocal. When I interrupted her for a goodnight hug, I could feel her heart racing while I pushed my small boobs into her ribs.
"Goodnight Emmy," I'd whisper up at her, letting her get a long sniff of my hair while she held me in her arms, barely suppressing the urge to rub her hard nipples into my clavicle. "Love you."
And I'd feel the shiver run down her back, and smile beatifically like a tiny little sister should.
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