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Promises
by Marcia R. Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)

***

Twin sisters Alexa and Kathy once knew the importance 
of familial support. Alexa needs Kathy's support now, 
badly. Kathy, the older and more mature of the two, 
understands this. Does Alexa? (MF, FF, inc)

***

Based on the Short Story:
My Sister Alexandria
by Kathy (kathy80@aol.com)
Which can be found in directory 1

***

My boyfriend likes my sister, Alexa. When I was away 
last year he took her out a couple of times, not as a 
date, but in order to be closer to me, virtually. Alexa 
is my twin.  

Alexa was always quieter than I and never had the luck 
with guys -- not all good luck, by any means -- that I 
did. But she did like Robert and came along with us 
sometimes to the movies, or out on a picnic, or to a 
party when she was alone. 

I didn't mind; we were twins. 

Last New Year's Rob and I threw a party at our house. 
It was very successful and a lot of our friends turned 
up. Alexa met a seemingly-nice guy named Jim and danced 
with him most of the evening. Just after midnight, 
however, I found her alone in the bathroom in a flood 
of tears. 

"What's wrong?" I helped her off the floor and onto the 
commode seat. I wet a hand-towel and wiped her face. 
"Where is Jim?"

"We had an argument," she sobbed. 

"Blow your nose," I told her. 

She blew her nose into the hand towel and explained: 
"He wanted me to go home with him and I said no and he 
wanted to--hic--know why and I told him I liked him but 
I didn't think I should go home with him on the first--
hic--date and we were all right for a while but after a 
while he started to--"

"Okay, okay," I said.  "I get it."

She sniffed loudly. "I'm a moron, aren't I?"

I told her she was but I kissed her on the forehead to 
show her it was all right. "Where is he now?" I asked. 

"Gone," she said morosely. "I think."

I left for a moment to circuit the house but Jim was 
indeed gone. Bastard.

"You stay here tonight," I told her. She was legally 
drunk anyway and I wasn't driving her home. I was a 
little drunk myself. And I wanted my sister.

"You're sure?" she said.

"Of course, I'm sure." I guided her back downstairs and 
into the kitchen and made her eat some food. 

"Rob won't mind?"

A hilarious image ripped through my mind. "Rob wouldn't 
mind it if you fucked him," I said aloud.

She sprayed Doritos and dip into her hand. "Kathy!"

I started laughing. 

"God!" She wiped her mouth and rinsed her hand under 
the faucet. "You shouldn't do that. You embarrass me."

"That's why I did it," I said.

At two o'clock we shut down the party and bedded our 
guests in every available space. Two couples and five 
singles shared the basement; Alexa was on the couch; 
four acquaintances lay on air mattresses in the living 
room, and four of my best friends were in the two spare 
bedrooms upstairs. I locked the bedroom door to keep 
the riffraff out. 

"Are we gonna fuck?" Rob wanted to know.

"Are you gonna make me?" I asked him.

"I can make you if you want me too," he said.

I took off my clothes and made him screw me good.

*   *   *

At just after three o'clock I awoke and went to the 
bathroom. My bladder was bursting. We have two 
bathrooms upstairs so I had this one locked up. There 
was a knock on the corridor door.

"Kath?" It was Alexa.

"Yeah."

"Let me in."

I let her in and she scuttled over to the commode, 
yanked down her jeans and sat down. "Oh, God," she 
sighed, letting her urine out. "I thought I'd die."

I rinsed my hands and dried them on a towel. I played 
one hand through her blonde hair. "You okay?" I asked.

She shrugged.

"I think that Jim's a real asshole, Alex." 

"I do too."

"I don't even know him."

"I wish I didn't."

"Where'd he come from, anyway?"

She shrugged again.

"Listen," I said. I had been thinking about this since 
midnight and it had the right feel. "You remember when 
we were thirteen?"

"Yeah," she said slowly.

"Remember how upset you were that, that boy, whatever 
his name was--"

"Richard."

"Yeah, Richard, how he had you all upset and crying 
your eyes out? How I wanted to beat him up?"

She sat on the commode and bobbed her head. Her face 
was starting to redden. Her hands gripped tightly in 
her lap. 

"You remember what we did, Alex?"

"I remember."

"Didn't you feel better afterwards?" I asked.

"Kath," she muttered, eyes not meeting mine. She 
shifted uneasily on the seat, forgetting to wipe 
herself. 

"Maybe tonight's a good night to find out if we still 
have the power to heal ourselves, Alex," I said. Then I 
bent down and I kissed her.

*   *   *

At four o'clock Rob rolled over onto his side to face 
us. He pulled the bed sheets up to his chin, depriving 
Alex and I of cover. We giggled softly so as not to 
awaken him.

"Do you think he'll know?" Alex whispered.

"I think there's no doubt about that." I traced the 
line of her nose, around her lips, over her chin, and 
down between her breasts. I cupped one breast gently in 
my hand, then let my fingertips continue southward on 
their journey. Alex shuddered. 

"You heal real good," she said.

"You're the perfect patient," I told her. I let my 
fingertip circle her bellybutton and she shuddered 
again.  

"It was different this time," she said.

"We're older."

"That isn't all."

"We're more mature." I let my fingertips glide down her 
belly to the thin stripe of pubic hair and then between 
her legs. We both shuddered now. 

"Can we do it again?" she pleaded.

I drew her to me and wrapped her tight with my legs and 
with my left arm while my right hand cuddled her 
bottom. Her lips parted and we danced with our tongues; 
sounds suspiciously like deep moans echoed in our 
chests. Nuclear reactors began to redline in our 
groins. I probed her with my middle finger and let her 
enter me with her own. We coiled like mating snakes, 
twisted like spaghetti.  Orgasm arrived and we rode it 
like a magical surfer. We wanted more--desperately--but 
didn't want Rob waking to find us like that. 

"I could wake him," I whispered. "I know he likes you."

Her eyes flared momentarily, but she shook her head. "I 
like him too but you and Rob are a couple. You might 
not mind now, but events have a way of turning around 
on you when things go bad."  

I wanted her to be happy, but she was right. A forced 
relationship could shipwreck us both. And besides, 
being with her was enough. 

"You promise me," I told her, drawing her back to my 
lips, "next time you get screwed over by a guy, you 
come and see me."

"I will," she promised.

And my sister always keeps her promises.


THE END

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