Chapter 41: Violence

What was the matter with Linda Parker?

For these last few years, she had been enjoying all kinds of different sex. With men. She loved to suck and to be sucked, she loved anal, she loved more than one guy...

Guy. Yes.

So far, guy.

But... What about something... Someone... Some girl?

It wasn't just thanks to Julie. Sure, when her twin sister ate her, Linda had a fantastic orgasm. One of the bests of her life. But that had nothing to do with it.

She had also seen lesbian sex, just in front of her. Again, that didn't impress her that much.

And she had tasted another girl's juices. Amy's. Her baby sister.

That's what bothered her.

Yes, that was it.

It wasn't that, after her first taste of girl's juices, she was so hooked up that she wanted more. Quite frankly, she hardly noticed the taste of Amy's juices.

What bothered her was the simple fact that she had tasted Amy's juices.

That bothered her a lot!

Not that she had tasted another girl's juices, but that she had tasted Amy, of all 3 billion girls in the world.

So far, Linda had always thought on Amy as her baby sister. The "kid". The "virgin", certainly. The sweet "baby".

But, that Friday afternoon, she saw another side of Amy. The sexy side. The slut side. The bitch side.

Until that Friday, she was sure that Amy was still virgin. Then she realized that, not only Amy had been having sex (with her own siblings, and others), but she was also a slut.

Amy, suddenly, was no longer the shy girl. In Linda's mind, she only had to say "shut up" to Amy, and Amy would do it. It had always been that way.

But now... Amy was changed.

Amy was a slut.

Worst. Linda recognized that she got into a silly (but delightful) competition with her baby sister to see who was the biggest slut.

Sure, she recognized that the competition had been silly, but it still mattered to her. Silly, yes, but so what? She should have won.

And she thought she won. Until she realized that Amy outsmarted her. Amy planned it, so Linda would drink her juices! Her baby sister! For Amy, sure, it was a victory, to get her (only) straight sister to drink her juices.

Sex is something wonderful. But, in general, we should do it only when we are excited, only when we are horny, only when we really want it. Or, better, when we crave for it. When we want to experience the sensations that only an orgasm can provide us. Sex (and masturbation) is not something we should do just to pass the time, waiting for our favorite TV show to start. Sex is bigger than that. Something special, to be done when we want it the most.

But then... We've all had one of those silly days. Those days when we have sex with something different on mind. Those days when we want to have sex just to prove something else. Those days when we, somehow, want use sex to make a statement.

This is not what sex is about.

But so what? We've all been there.

And, that Friday afternoon, Linda was there.

Roger had just called the kids, to say that Lucy and he would be out of town for the weekend (in fact, they would be in George's house), and that, after work, he would just come to get some clothes and go.

The kids could have just taken their clothes off, but come on, after what they had experienced less than two hours before, who had the energy? And who had the urge? They were all satisfied. They made plans for the night, but they all waited for Roger with their clothes on.

Well, most of them.

Linda was mad. And she used the free time to teach her baby sister a lesson.

Really... All Linda wanted was for Amy to drink her juices. Lesbianism was not that big, in her mind. The fact that Amy was a girl was just a detail (that wouldn't stop her). She wanted Amy to drink her juices because that, in her silly mind, would make things right again.

So she entered Amy's bedroom.

Amy was completely bored with geography. She really wanted to finish all her homework that Friday, knowing that they would have the whole house free for them during the whole weekend, but geography was too much!

Still... When she saw the look on Linda's blue eyes, she really started to appreciate geography.

Amy quickly realized that Linda was mad. And she knew that the reason could only be her attitude a few hours before. Amy had been a bitch, she knew it. And Linda didn't like it.

Well, now it was Linda's turn to be a bitch:

"Hey, dyke," she raised her skirt, "do you like what you see?"

Yes. Amy did like. What she was seeing. Because she hated what she was hearing.

"What do you want?"

Linda said the truth:

"I want you to drink my juices!"

"Fuck off."

What? Amy Parker?! Telling Linda to fuck off? No, no, no, no, no...

"Come here, bitch. You like this, don't you? You like to eat pussy, don't you? You like to shove your tongue inside a stinky cunt, don't you?"

"Are you telling me that your cunt stinks?"

Linda didn't even register. She commanded:

"Come here and eat me!"

Amy didn't move:

"If you want it, you have to kiss me."

"You're not the boss here, dear."

"No? Who's the one begging for me to lick her pussy?"

Linda stopped for a second. She was not there to beg. She was there to MAKE Amy eat her cunt.

Then Linda acted. She grabbed Amy's blonde hair, trying to force her sister's head down.

Amy reacted. She wouldn't be forced:

"Kiss me first!"

So there they was. Linda wanted to be licked, Amy wanted to be kissed. None of them would give first what the other wanted, waiting for the reward later. Silly, I know. But, again, it's more common than one would expect.

Linda tried to force her baby sister, trying to push her head lower. Amy, however, was stronger than she looked, and she wouldn't give in.

Then Amy did it.

The worst thing.

She kicked Linda's shin!

It was more painful than Linda would expect. Her leg was really hurt, and in the craziness of the moment, she slapped Amy's face, and then quickly gave a step back.

The slap was strong and loud. They said nothing to each other, they just looked into each other's eyes.

Oh, fuck. What had they done?

Never, never, never in their lives had they ever acted violent with each other. Sure, they had lots of arguments, like all sisters, but they never got physical about it.

And then, that Friday, it happened.

In Linda's mind, it was somehow connected. The incest and the violence. After all, she had just be introduced into incest, and then she acted like a bitch, and then... It happened.

Amy wasn't blaming the incest. She was, however, blaming the bitchness.

What had happened? Really? This was crazy! Linda wanted to be sucked by Amy, and hell, of course Amy would love to eat a beautiful girl like Linda. In fact, she wanted to, she had been wishing that she could and...

This was supposed to be sex. Nothing serious should have happened.

But it did.

They said nothing, they didn't move. One kick, one slap, and that was it. They were just watching each other.

Who would say the first word? That was the point. Somehow, they both felt that it would be a sign of weakness to speak first. To say "sorry" first.

But Linda didn't want to go to her bedroom, not with this between them. Amy's feelings were similar.

Of course, to fight was out of the question. Neither of them wanted it.

And yet... Their hearts were beating fast and their muscles were tense and their pupils were dilated and their breaths were fast. Their bodies were ready to fight.

Linda's leg was still hurt, long after Amy's pain was gone. Amy, feeling nothing but embarrassment, said the first word:

"Sorry."

"No. I'm sorry."

And, saying that, she touched her sister's arm.

It was an "okay" gesture. And, trying to say the same thing, Amy held her sister's hand on her shoulder. She squeezed it.

Linda lost it.

Linda kissed Amy. Not as a sister, and certainly not an "okay" kiss. It was a wonderful kiss.

And Amy kissed her back.

Why?

How did this happen?

Well, my best guess is that their bodies demanded some physical attention.

You see, there is a school of thought that says that sex between women is somehow softer than sex when there's a man involved. It's the old thing about girls being less than aggressive than guys. As if all lesbian sex was full of candles and romance, and as if there is always perfume and music in the air while two girls make love.