Brittnee startled and suddenly turned around. "Nothin'," she said. She made a big effort of hiding something behind her back and somehow managed to: Karlee needn't see that. Her little sister Karlee, aged ten and one year younger than her, walked into the living room and didn't notice anything. She just smiled at her, threw down on the sofa and flickered the TV on.
Brit sighed with relief, and without further speaking she slid that under her shirt and walked out of the room. "Hey, Malcolm's on! Wanna watch?" Karlee called. She made a silly-sounding voice... that voice. Brit's heart missed a beat... oh, how she wanted to... but couldn't. Not there, not now.
"Er... not now. Gotta do som'n. And then dad's home, are you crazy or what?" she whispered as she passed aside her.
Karlee didn't insist... and that was totally strange for her. Brittnee hoped she hadn't seen anything and that she didn't even suspect she was hiding something: She couldn't have stood all those questions her sister could ask in one single minute. Sometimes Brit thought her head was gonna blow up or something. "What? Who? Where? Really? Tell me! Explain! Why?"... she could be a pain in the ass at times.
But she loved her madly. As a sister, first. And as a girl, later. Actually, the thing that most frightened Brittnee as she silently made her way back to their room was that Karlee would feel refused and started to be suspicious. All the year long, since that had started, Brittnee had never said "no" to her little sister. Never ever, not a time she refused, not a time she missed it. Dad's home, she had said. That was true indeed, but hoped Karlee'd understand and not think that...
"Oh, damn it!" she hissed under her breath. "I can't be there all the times! She'll understand..."
"Who you can't be there for?" Brittnee started again and again hid that under her shirt. This time was a man's voice calling her, and as she turned she saw the figure of her father. Terry was a tall and handsome man, with dark hair and big hands, and always - and that means ALWAYS - had a camera along with him wherever he went. This one, a Kodak, was hanging from his neck: Terry grabbed it as soon as he saw Brit and took a pic.
"Dad, please..." she said shyly. She usually wasn't a shy girl AT ALL, but just didn't like to be photographed when not "on the set".
So she didn't think Terry's very latest project was exactly great: her father had had what called "the greatest idea of all", and that always meant trouble. He thought it'd've been great fun taking pics of Brittnee and Karlee when they didn't know; then, maybe after a one-week time, he could show them all so they could decide which ones post on the Net and which ones to keep private. He'd always been very respectful about his girls, and never pushed them to do something they didn't want... but he had been unmovable on that. He wasn't if sure Brit and Kar really disliked it, but he wanted so bad to do something like that he hadn't even been asking them.
"So?" he said, after taking another shot of Brittnee. "Who you can't be there for?"
"Er... um..." she had to invent something quick. "It's for a school play. I'm tryin' my lines. Over and over again, you'll hear me often, dad."
"A school play? That's great. When?"
With that, he'd just cornered her: Brit didn't know what to answer, but somehow managed to assemble a lie and to tell it convincingly. "Don't know yet, the date's still to be chosen. But it's gonna be late this year, we still have so much to do... and that's why I'm practicing! If you don't mind..." she nodded her head meaningfully.
It took Terry a second to realise he should've left her alone, and when he finally did he clicked one more time - the photographer - and then walked away.
"Phew..." Brittnee exhaled with relief and finally got to her room and closed to door behind her. "It's gettin' hard to be alone on this house!" she muttered. Afraid that someone else may come in at any time, she went straight to her drawer and threw that inside it. She checked that to see if everything was all right, giggled for a second and then closed the drawer again... just in time! One moment later her father opened the door again without even knocking and said: "Gonna go out in a sec, girls! Need more films, be back soon!"
"Bye, dad!" Brittnee and Karlee said contemporairily. That was the thing they heard him say the most, apart from "I love you, sweetheart", "Hurry up, you'll miss the schoolbus!" and "Get your ass down here right now or I'll tan it good!", of course. There was a little photo shop called The Photographer's Paradise just ten minutes away from their house. Terry always went there when he needed more films, and since he bought no less than 30 every week he had stipulated some kind of contract with the owner, who of course couldn't be happier with having such a client...
Brittnee's thoughts about his father suddenly came to a stop when she heard the loud BANG! of the front door being closed. And then came more sounds: the TV had just been flipped off, Karlee was standing up from the sofa... steps on the stairs... running steps on the stairs to the first floor, where their room was...
She couldn't do anything now: she had to stay in there and hope Karlee would never open that drawer. That didn't seem to be a risk anyhow, since what Karlee probably was up to had nothing to do with drawers. Brittnee saw her coming into the room half-running, a happy expression on her face. Just as she heard dad's car being ignited and the wheels steering on the ground, Karlee had run towards her and was throwing her arms around her neck.
"He left finally!"
At first Brit didn't want that right now... but as she felt her little sister's arms gripping her and the soft smell of her skin in her nostrils she totally changed her mind. She soon realised she wanted it bad, too.
"Lucky he ran outta film..."
Kar didn't listen and brought her mouth to Brit's face. She kissed both her cheeks and then moved to her mouth. "Forget luck..." she mumbled as she slowly pressed her lips to her sister's. She lowered a hand and took something out of her pocket: three Kodak films.
A big smile lit up Brittnee's face, and as Karlee threw the films down she flung her arms around her waist and gave her a huge kiss on her lips. They stood there silently, some shy sunbeams in a warm spring morning creeping through the half-opened window, a light breeze caressing their skin. Their lips touched once and never detached, their hands ran through each other's hair and neck and seemed to never want to stop.
Brittnee and Karlee let that kiss linger on and on for what seemed like ages, but which was just a minute. A long, endless minute of pure sisterly love. Total linking, the ultimate contact. Two girls pressing their lips and their bodies together, two sisters, friends, lovers caring for each other and giving and taking never-felt before sensations. They had actually felt them so many times they couldn't count no more, but it didn't matter: whoever had said "everytime is like the first time" was damn right.
At last their kiss broke and they both sort of gasped for air. Karlee went for her sister's ear and whispered "I love you" before kissing it. Brit stood still and inhaled the sweet perfume, so little-girl like in Kar's hair. She loved it, it sent thrills running all through her body, even more than physical contact. She would have liked to smell that aroma forever, and she knew she could when she felt Karlee's mouth descending from her ear and reaching her neck. It was their little signal, an unspoken rule: kissing each other on the mouth was normal, they did it not less than twenty times a day when dad didn't look; but the neck was different, 'cause it was more passionate, more entertaining, more intimate... just more. If one kissed the neck, it meant she was ready for that more. If the other one stood still and didn't reply, it meant she wanted it too.
And the most amazing thing about this little body language was that never had they spoken one single word about it. No need for talking about that. It was established. Innate.
Slowly but firmly Karlee took hold of Brittnee's hand and led her to the bed. She seemed uncertain as to which of the two to choose - the girls had always slept in the same room and didn't want to change - and at last she headed for her own.
Brittnee let her sister manuever her over the edge of the bed and onto the smooth covers. How come it was the younger one who ALWAYS led the game was beyond comprehension for her, but for once she loved not to be "in charge" of something. Karlee draped herself over her sister and their lips found again. Brit's arms were trapped under Kar's body, so she took them out as Kar shifted her weight from one side to the other to allow her to, never letting go of her lips and keeping on caressing her black hair. Brit felt a swarm of heat pass through her as she took her sister's tongue in her mouth; she let her own hands wander about Karlee's body, down onto the small of her back and lower, and lower again.
Then lower some more. She took the hem of Kar's shirt and lifted it a bit, so she could touch the little girl's skin. Its softness and tenderness made it feel like silk, waves of heat were radiating from it and almost burned Brit's hand. She was a fire burning herself, and as she felt Karlee's hands moving and gently grabbing onto her shoulders she made her way more and more down to her little sister's plump bottom cheeks. The place she'd wished to explore since she saw her running through the doorway.
Brittnee recognised immediately the touch of those familiar shapes, the way they stood perfectly up and the way they were so smooth but also so rigid. She took hold of Karlee's nates, each in one hand, and massaged slowly, very slowly around the same spots, feeling her way all through them and not wanting to miss one single inch.
Meanwhile, Karlee's kiss had broken in dozens of little kisses, each short and very sweet, which went from Brit's mouth to her eyes. She was kissing her all over her face, sweet and hot ten-year-old lips able to provoke such feelings in an eleven-years-old girl. It was beyond belief to Brit. She realised once more, if needed, how much she loved to be touched and explored by her sister. Yes, she herself liked to touch her bottom and run her hands all over her body, but most of all she cherished those moments when Karlee would caress every portion of her skin, along the arms and down to each hand, then up again to the chest and onto the little breast just starting to develop; way down to her always uncovered navel, where her tongue would rest a bit before her mouth moved on... and on, lower and lower to the point when the dress just needed to be lifted or the shorts needed to be tugged down. Treasure revealed, land discovered, and Karlee's face would sink deeper and deeper until it'd reach the hottest spot... one moment of pure dazzling and confusion through the white cotton briefs, then it would move away down the legs, taking care of her whole legs, from thighs to knee-hollows and more, from knees to toes. White socks removed if necessary, a little tonguing against the sweet feet-skin...
And then she would come up again as a thundering rainstorm and their kees would start again. By then Brit would probably be half naked, and Karlee would work her way through the remaining clothes...
One more rapid storm and Brit found herself being turned over. She laid on her tummy and felt Kar starting to descend again, this time down her back. Brittnee rested her head on the covers and spread her half-bended arms on the bed, while Karlee pressed against each of her vertebras with her mouth and nose, kissing each, slowly working her way down to the coggix... which she finally found. Last piece of tissue in the way. Brittnee felt her own white cotton panties being slid down past her hips, then down her thighs and to the ankles, finally falling to the carpeted floor where they rested along with her shorts.
Karlee stormed up again and she found her most wanted treasure. Brit knew that she liked her bottom... but she didn't know she was obsessed with it. She'd fallen in love with it two years before, watching Brit getting out of the shower, and then had always wanted to touch it and see it again and again. Since there was no modesty at all between them, she had had many chances to take at least a little glance every now and then... but when that happened, she had it laying there motionless, absolutely still. By pressing her ear against the warm skin she could feel blood running in the veins and Brit's heartbeat. It was like it was breathing, like a being of its own, a living creature that just wanted to be touched and caressed and loved. And all that was love and all that was Brittnee fitted Karlee perfectly, so she had no trouble caressing it all over and over again, running her hands on the two hills and her fingers along the small crack that divided them. Ever so slowly, never rushing. Kissing here and there, feeling it with her face and sometimes raising herself up so she could see it completely.
Time passed always very slowly when they were together. Every second felt like forever, but on the other hand forever was never long enough. And most of all on that very same spring morning, when Brittnee and Karlee heard their father's car pulling in the driveway and the engine stop!
A quick glance at the clock told them so much time had passed since Terry left, and a quicker glance to each other told them to get up and dress at lightspeed.
The last sleeve of Brittnee's shirt was in its place one instant before Terry poked his head into the girls' room and greeted happily. "Smile," he said.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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