Inspired by @gentlelovingsiscon's Penny/Lena Saga, @sisconvention's untitled story, and @juniper-petunia's meyers sisters story, The Klein Sisters is the working title of my own erotic incest serial!
1- Melody (mutual pining; shame; kissing)
2 - Zelda (slow burn; pining; exhibitionism; age difference)
Characters
Melody - 15, the youngest; the princess of the family. Came out as trans a month before the story begins; her parents see this as a second chance and have so far been very supportive. Has had feelings for Rachel her whole life, but hasn't realized it yet.
Rachel - 18, the middle; the fiery teenage communist who picks fights. Just old enough to remember Zelda moving away, and is extremely protective of her little sister. She also fell in love with her when she realized she had a little sister, and doesn't have the self control to hide it for long.
Zelda - 26, the eldest; the prodigal daughter. Came out at 18 and her parents took it badly; they had a huge fight and she left. Coming home to mend things with her family and to write her memoir. She doesn't know she has a little sister yet.
Babylon Adonis - 26. Ex-partner and Zelda's friend from high school. A sex worker and self-described "nymphomaniac." Exactly the kind of person who would name themself "Babylon Adonis."
crazy how even "Vi probably pictures young Powder while hilt-deep inside Jinx" isn't enough to get me to watch that show. just doesn't look very good is the thing
explained to two different heterosexual women and one gay man this week that many online lesbians have seen homoerotic potentialities in the devil wears prada and all were shocked to learn this information
you leave Cleo's in a huff, angry at yourself for doing that, for… for taking advantage. Cleo is understanding, of course, “go home and talk to your sister, angel,” too understanding, it makes you sick. she forgave you so easily, unearned when you can't even forgive yourself.
you hate driving angry, but you need to get home. you need to… to what? you think. fuck it up even harder? no. leave Lena alone. she doesn't need you right now. you'll just hurt her again.
you shake your head in the hopes of dislodging the thoughts, instead succeeding only in shaking them about your head and confusing yourself. luckily you're a good driver even a bit dazed, and the suburban roads hardly test that. it's not too long before you're parked again, once again home.
you can't help the cycle you're locked in. you hedge your bets and head straight for Sarah's room. can't afford to slip. can't afford to hurt her. she needs someone who won't…
won't what? cheat on her? you didn't talk about it. with Sarah… Sarah doesn't care. she wants to know, after, but…
you stop in your tracks, just a few steps away from Sarah's door. you can't tell her either, can you? you felt like it couldn't get worse, but that's just the twist of the knife, isn't it? even Sarah isn't safe harbor.
so you go for something adjacent. you turn at the last moment and knock on Moss's door. “hey, you got a few minutes?” you ask. for a breathless second you wait before you hear movement behind the door and exhale. the lock clicks, implied permission, and you push into your housemate's room, somewhere you can't make the same mistake over again.
“have a seat,” they say, “i was just working on the plans for our next job. i'll save, then we can talk. Sarah barely told me anything, and Lace is being evasive.”
right. even here, there's something to answer for. it's a little bit of a hollow feeling in your chest. you nod and take a seat in the shitty little armchair they keep in their bedroom. a 3D printed and hand assembled footrest sits nearby, and you pull it over to kick your feet up, looking around Moss's room.
it's full of knicknacks they've made themselves, from woodworking to 3D printing, even some glass blowing. you're good with a hammer and some nails, you're a damn sight better than most carpenters if you're inclined to brag, but the reason you work with Moss is because they're good at the little details. shit you miss, shit you can't wrap your head around.
the string lights strung up are very understated, coupled with lots of black cloth draped up to make the ceiling look something like the night sky. your eyes fall from the ceiling to the only other source of noise in the room, the barely perceptible whir of Moss's 3D printer, currently making… something. they have a side hustle selling cosplay props, maybe one of those.
after a couple more minutes Moss makes a satisfied noise and pushes away from her desk happily. “i think the Kellers are going to love that bathroom. i'm ordering some really pretty tile from a guy who's willing to let it go for cheap.”
you nod absently.
“okay, what's up?” Moss asks, moving from her desk chair onto her bed and patting the space beside her, then leaning over to the bedside table and opening a drawer. “talk while i light up. don't even think about trying to get out of this, i hate not knowing what's going on and nobody's told me jack or squat!"
you frown, but move up to the bed to sit next to Moss. they pull out their private stash, and you start talking.
“i… blew Cleo off. for a while. when Lena moved in. i got… distracted. you know how i can be, but…” you trail off for a moment, looking at Moss to maybe figure out if they know, but they urge you on with a motion, so you keep going, “Lena is so distracting… more than Sarah, more than Cleo, i can't keep my mind off of her, and… she loves me too. and i got so caught up in that, that i just- god, Moss, i can't- i fucking forgot about Cleo for a whole month! who does that?!”
distracted, you don't even notice when Moss lights the joint, only taking notice when she shoves it in your face and says “steady on, sailor. rough waters ahead, incest be damned,” and you can't help the startled and delighted laugh that erupts out of you.
“yeah yeah, you're not subtle, you fucking idiot. i knew after the first sunday night dinner she was with us. you need to be careful with that shit or somebody's gonna find out who you don't want finding out!”
properly chastized you hold up your hands in surrender and do your best to control your laughter. you take the joint from Moss's fingers and bring it to your lips, taking a deep pull followed by some clean air before exhaling in the vague direction of Moss's air purifier. you take another couple of small pulls like that, relaxing with each successive drag, the tactile ritual of it calming your nerves.
“answer my question, asshole. how the fuck could i do that to Cleo?”
“were you an item yet? you made any commitments? no qualifiers, had you two actually had a talk yet?”
you pause. eventually, “no. i told her we'd talk at the next party. then i-”
“then you didn't.”
“then i didn't. we… flirted a little bit. she implied we'd talk later, but i didn't… i left to be with Lena. gladly.”
“first real fuckup of this whole situation, to my ears.”
you go to protest, but the look they give you kills it. you go quiet again, thoughtful. Moss lets you, gently handing you the joint back. you take another couple puffs, feeling the first several start to kick in. you relax back into Moss's bed, covered in pillows and plushes, just as maximalist as the rest of their room.
you don't know how to reconcile it. how can what you did not be a fuckup? you keep the question in your mind, unsure if you'll ever answer it.
“then she- Cleo, that is- she came up to my door and tried to come in-”
Moss hisses and cringes, “shit, so that's-”
“and i got mad-”
“you got-”
“and i was trying to defend Lena-”
“Penny it's not-”
“and i got so fucking mad and i pushed Cleo and-”
“it's not your fault, you were-”
“and Sarah's banned Cleo from her parties and probably from the house and-”
“Penny listen-”
“MOSS!!”
she falls silent.
“today. this afternoon. i went to see Cleo.”
her hands come up to cover her open mouth.
“i-”
“yeah, i get it. Penny, holy fuck.”
you nod despondently. “i don't know what to do. Lena and i never… we never discussed this. we never talked about… that. ownership, possession, cheating, all that shit, we just. with Sarah she… she already knew, and it was understood, but now with someone else, and someone who scared her so bad like that, can- god, Moss, i fucked up bad and-” you cut yourself off, afraid of the admission.
Moss, god bless their wretched little soul, admits it for you, “you're afraid she'll leave you for this.”
you nod, your mouth pressed into a tight line, lips drawn in and bitten down on to keep your mouth shut, don't say it out loud, don't make it real.
“you're such a fucking idiot sometimes.”
you guffaw, all that control slipped away in an instant.
“i've seen the way she looks at you. i've seen the way you look at her. i've seen the way all three of them look at you, and you at them. talk to them all honestly. tell them you're scared, and trust them. don't be an idiot about it.”
“when have i ever known how to do anything else?” you say, your words a little jumbled as the weed really takes hold of you. you relax just a little further into the pillows and plushes and look at Moss happily. “you're an asshole but also one of the best friends i could ever have.”
“i thought you were allergic to feelings,” Moss deadpans, and you fling an ineffectual arm at her in retaliation. they laugh, bright and cheery, and you laugh too.
“only the scary ones,” you whisper.
Moss leans over to bump your shoulder and you giggle.
“so, what's the plan?” she asks.
“i think… Sarah first. tell her that i went and fucked Cleo and that i'm figuring that out. then… Lena. then, i guess, the two of them together. and then hopefully… hopefully i talk to all three of them about this. i- god this fucking sucks.” you groan and lean back, covering your face with your hands miserably.
“suck it up, buttercup, it's not like you have to do it right now. those are some conversations best had sober, and my whole goal right now is to get you as high as the grass itself, my friend," Moss says, handing you the joint back. it's almost out. it dawns on you that they're giving you the honor of finishing it off.
it's harsh, hot, and mostly ash, but the very end of the joint hits hard. Moss puts music on, something pleasant, the Eagles you think, as you are laid out flat by the weed donkey kicking you.
“hwugh” is the only sound you can muster as you maneuver to lay flat.
“hwugh indeed, my friend,” Moss recites happily, clicking off the string lights and on a star projector, then laying down with you.
“preddy…” you mumble, staring at the fake stars, nothing more than a field of green laser dots, but spinning and full of patterns and making your head spin too.
you can hear the smile in Moss's voice as she takes your phone from beside you and sets it on the bedside table. “there she is. just relax, cutie. nobody needs us right now.”
you sink a little deeper, the strangely gentle care that Moss takes with you once you've laid it all bare sending your heart into fond thrills. a lazy smile stretches across your face as the Eagles' Witchy Woman starts and you start singing along.
>-<
“Penny!” Sarah's voice interrupts you surely some hours later, the album switching several times before you're drawn back. reality, crashing back in. she sounds upset, but you can't place where on the spectrum it lies. that's not her angry voice, but she's not scared either…
you respond sluggishly, Moss's private stash having its intended effect, lumbering to a stand. “yeah, you better get that,” Moss says like an asshole. you lazily throw a bird in their direction, only getting a muted chuckle in response.
you feel much more even keeled. maybe after all that, you can finally talk to Lena and Sarah. whatever Sarah has to say can wait, this is more important. you pull open Moss's door, and Sarah, at the other end of the hall near your door, turns back.
“Penny? where were you? i called your phone but you didn't answer,” she demands.
“i… was talking to Moss. can we talk?”
“not right now, love, there's something really important- someone- do you know a Liliana?”
the name wakes you up. “what?”
“i got a text this morning from a Liliana, she says she's Lena's- she's your-”
"Sarah i can't fucking deal with that right now i-"
ding dong!
both you and Sarah whip your heads in the direction of the front door. “i didn't think she'd get here so soon, she- Penny?!” she shouts after you as you rush toward the front door. a left immediately out of the hallway into the living room and then the mudroom, and you swing the door open. and just like Sarah warned you, you find me on the other side.
“hey. you're Sarah's toy, from her facebook page. is Lena home?”
I need to be her high school girlfriend. Need to be two little trans girls clumsily working through our first experiences with romance and sexuality. Need to treat her right
She would like me. She would look up at me after awkwardly frenching with eyes that just beg me to pull her hair. Melody Klein call me back we could have such a good teenage transbian experience
I need to be her high school girlfriend. Need to be two little trans girls clumsily working through our first experiences with romance and sexuality. Need to treat her right
She would like me. She would look up at me after awkwardly frenching with eyes that just beg me to pull her hair. Melody Klein call me back we could have such a good teenage transbian experience
I need to be her high school girlfriend. Need to be two little trans girls clumsily working through our first experiences with romance and sexuality. Need to treat her right
another thing about kill la kill. the show is so fucking sneaky. you're watching it and it's all high strung, lightning paced, balls to the fucking wall action and comedy. and then you think back on an episode and you're like "woah one of satsuki's earliest memories is her father telling her she will wear Junketsu (purity) on her wedding night, a garment that can only be activated by the spilling of blood. and this act of blood being spilled will give her a unique form of power that necessitates her being naked and unashamed of her body. but she is being told it can only happen on her wedding night. and then she sees another teenage girl using HER garment, Senketsu (fresh blood), and becoming empowered in her own body without being married. and it infuriates her so deeply she spills blood on her own purity in order to reach higher levels of power. and then she beats that other girl to a pulp. because unlike that other girl, she actually fully embodies what it means to be naked and to be unashamed. this is actually the first step of that character reclaiming her own body after a lifetime of sexual trauma." and that all happens in episode TWO. and it looks like THIS
Christian-Buddhist syncretism in the West sounds super peaceful hippie coded but in Asia that would be someone whose is trying to figure out how to resurrect Hitler
@dp101428 I put you on blast in public, so it's only fair I put this one out where people can see it too.
Thank you for apologizing! I really appreciate it, and it makes me feel nice that you listened when I had something to say, and didn't use my tone as an excuse to dismiss me.
I'm really glad that you like Kleinfic so far. I will be coming back to it; I have so many plans and I love those girls with all my heart. But like the authors of most of your favorite fics, I've got a whole dang life outside of this thing, and I only ever want to add to the story when doing so is fun and free of pressure or obligation. That means there are gonna be stretches like this one, where there are months between posts.
In the future, if you want to express excitement about the story to me, feel free to send me an ask about the girls themselves, or their world! There's all sorts of trivia about them that probably won't become super relevant in the story itself, and I love to share! Whenever new chapters come, I hope you'll enjoy them <3
