You give the door a little push, hoping that, by some miracle, it won't be stiff today, but alas.
If you want to enter your big sisters room, you will have to do so as you always do.
Even the thought of interrupting her sleep is enough for you to raise your hand and position the knuckle of your finger closest to your thumb up and begin gnawing slightly. You go to step into the door, pushing it open before something gives you pause.
You hold your stuffie just up above your moth, concealing the bond between your teeth and hand. You push.
The door grinds against the carpet as it opens, you glance to the bed, surprised to see no figure laying there, smirking at the ceiling as though she has scored against it in some subtle way.
The ceiling still has yet to understand any of these losses but your sister is probably right about her small victory. She's normally right.
You turn to the other corner, your sister is sitting in her chair staring at a screen, her usual composure gone, replaced with one of intense concentration. Just as your gaze locks onto hers she flicks the mouse, the window still minimizing as she turns to face you.
Strange, normally she turns to face you the moment you enter.
"And why is little miss insomnia in my room tonight?" She snarks.
You always -internally- describe your sister as a woman of two moods.
Soft, gentle and slightly condescendlingly caring.
Tonight you can tell she is a "Mel special", or, put in english, a mix of both, leaning to the latter.
Her voice seems to melt the tension whilst simultaneously swirling it up and up above you.
"Umm." You start, forcing the edge of your hand out of your mouth.
"It isn't a sleep thing." You hasten to draw a breath so that you can add the qualifying statement you had been begging yourself not to forget. If your words had legs, the next set would be tripping over themselves.
"I mean it is partly that!" Itwould beweirdif it wasn't, weird if it wasn't, so weird, Itwouldbeweirdifitwasn't, weirdif itwasn't.
"But also I just wanted to see you...." You shove the knuckle back in and gnaw hard.
"Sure girl, -" It is genuine but you can't help but hear the sarcastic phantom that seems to haunt all serious conversations with you sister tent the edges of her voice.
"-you can hang anytime with me." As she finishes she reaches her hand up to the cuddly zigzagoon clutched over your chin, the afformentioned soft and gentle care shining through as she slowly lowers it, revealing your teeth sunk into your hand.
You quickly take your hand out and look at her fearfully.
"Oh sis..." she sighs, wrapping one arm around your neck and slowly guiding you closer.
Her tone changes, the joviality returning "...Can't have you sustaining damage can we? At least let your future girlfriend do that for you."
You flush "Um... Y-yeah..." Somehow you are now sat in the office chair with her, her thighs are tucked through the holes under the handles -were they through there when you came in?- and you are sitting in the parting between, the flesh unconcealed by her shorts just brushing and tickling at you through your pjamas.
Her hand -previously around your neck from behind- is now snaked across the top of your breasts, the V-neck you sleep in allowing some skin contact, with the hand attached slightly curled at the end, the finger brushing the clothed mound attached to you.
"wh-what were you um... L-looking at?" She smiles, you can't see her face but you just know she does.
her free hand slips around you, squishing into your boobs a little as it does, and she slides the mouse closer to the edge, clicking and bringing up a window that completely covers the screensaver, a picture of you and her playing backgammon. A chess board siscarded in the corner, too much for you.
The article has the words "Plurality and what it is." Displayed at the top in bold.
"Heard of it?" You have, a little, but don't want to interrupt her.
"For some people it is like sharing a body... I think I have it but I don't really 'get' that...." her words are infues with a perfect hum that keeps bringing any fragments of lingering attention back to her voice. Her voice. Her voice.
"For me it is more like. Moods. Or modes. Like, when I said I think have BPD I might have just meant this. Maybe I have both. That... It feels like to much though."
She stops speaking. You want her to go on. Every muscle in your body screams not to speak but you force yourself to anyway. "Th-that's really cool sis.... So I have like... Two elder sisters...." You need to do it but your body doesn't want you to but you need to say the nest part.
"Yeah, I guess you do!" She laughs softly, you feel her chest, the chest you are leaning on, ripple a little as she does.. "So, which of us is better?" The laugh becomes more of a playful teasing giggle.
"I-It is really nice sis...." You ignore any attempt to pick between the two women who have previosuly, in your mind, made just one sister as a whole. But despite how right it all sounds... "It is am-m-amazing.. But it um.... W-wasn't the window Imean I don'tThink it was what you were looking at when I came i-in..." Youfucked up. Fucked up. She can have private tabs, who cares you nosy little-
"Well... Sister, dear.... It wasn't, but I don't think you need to see the other. It isn't really for little eyes... Lots of... Gore....." The humming is starting to make it difficult to focus on her actual words, she's done this before, it always makes you feel a little sleepy, but now it is almost as if you can hear whispers in the hum.
"Not for you, understand? Better for you to just relax-" the humming stops abruptly, forcing all of your attention onto that word. You feel yourself lean back into her without really meaning to. "-and cuddle with your big sisters, hm?"
"Y-yeah..." You murmur the words, attention once again dragged away mid speech, whatever effort your sister had been making to stop herself gripping to hard is forgotten.
Her thighs relax, pushing into you as they do, and her arm lowers, bringing it perfectly level with your breasts, no longer simply implicating touch.
As her arm comes down it pushes your V-neck with it a little, her elbow and some of the attached bone sinks into the tight gap between the shirt and your skin, the elasticity of the material pushing her arm into your tits.
You whine quietly. If her arm was a snake, then it has just pounced.
"S-sis..." You gasp the words.
You only realize how close she is to your ear when she speaks "Shhh... It's ok, it feels good, it feels good... Shh..." If the sarcastic and slightly overbearing has flooded to her body and her mannerisms then the comforting and condescending must be talking.
The voice riles you up and soothes you at once, two emotions that have no buisness co-existing overwhelm you.
The arousal and absolute serenity os too much and you try to move. Her grip is far too tight though and all you accomplish is pushing her bony arm into your boobs harder, increasing your desparate pleasure.
"S-sis..." You need this. So badly.
"It's ok beatiful, it's ok..." You squirm at the words, yet they seem to hurt in some way.
And your sister, your wonderful sister, your divine, perfect sister, picks up on this.
"No, not beautiful, not beautiful, adorable, so adorable." You emmit a sound, you cannot quite hear it over the sound of her breathing into your ear.
"So cute, so adorable...." It is perfect. It is an emotional paradise.
Suddenly she stands, pulling you with her and wrapping a second arm around your boobs, tightening her grip and making you whine again.
"It's ok cutie, ok...." She walks you to the bed and flops down, lying upon you, your face is by her boobs and she notices.
"Mmm? Need something my dear little sister?" You open your mouth to reply but she acts first, pushing herself forwards a little and using a hand -One that she must have moved of your boobs (not that you noticed, she can grip just as tight with one arm it seems)- grips her collar, stretching it and bringing her breasts onto your face.
"Mph!" you feel the edge of her shirt collar rest against your chin, you find out where her hand went when you feel it wrap around your head, pinning it into your breast.
"See?" The sarcastic voice is back, though her grip hasn't loosened. "You can do more with your mouth than injure your hand little girl."
"So whenever you feel like you need something to do with your mouth...." You try to whine but are pressed far to close to her breast- "...Just come to your big sisters, yeah?" -You stick your tongue out onto her bare breasts instead.
"Ffffuckkk that feels good..." You aren't sure if she is reffering to your tongue on her breast or acknowledging herself as two entities. You test by working your tongue around her left tit. Is it left or right do you care does it matter it is good it is both it is hot.
"Mmmm" It takes you a second to process that the sound came from you not her. You have pissed yourself. And a lot of saliva has just drooled out of your mouth.
She bounces on you thrice, stops, and sits up, rolling off you as she does.
She is clearly out of breath but she ignores herself and reaches a hand out to stroke your chin. "Good? Was it...?" She pants.
"Mmmm... I-it f-felt... G-good...." you can barely get the words out, "Exhausting...".
She smiles at you "It worked then...." the hum is back.
She reaches down and slides your pjama trousers off, then she whips the dovet out from under you and lies it upon you. Walks to the desk, picks up your cuddly zigzagoon and passes it to you.
"I'm going to dry these," she gestures at the trousers. She is going to clean them. Remove your urine as she has done multiple times before, but is to polite to say so.
You have never pissed yourself whilst doing anything with her other than a board game though....
"Cuddle zigs" she instructs, the hum speaks more than her words, your tired mind is made sleepier and a slight fuzz is put over it. "That should've been exhausting enough to help you sleep but you have her....If you feel funny you can... Um... H-hold her to your boobs. Might help."
You feel so warm under her blankets, when you were younger you thought it was because her blankets where better, but your worldldy wisdom now tells you it is simply because they are hers.
You hug ziggy to your breasts as she instructed.
You are just concious enough to notice her re-enter the room, tuck in beside you, stroke your head and whisper that you were such a good girl for her.
