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the decommissioned pilot in front of me: yknow i just, cant find my place in the world anymore. im a weapon, what does a weapon do when its not needed? i feel like im just, doomed to waste away, to rust, ignored and forgotten
me, also a decommissioned pilot: yeah i completely understand, its hard.
do yuo wantt to make out andf inger eachothers neural ports.....
30 seconds before Boots on the Ground.
"Ready up Kiddos-" "Let's get this show on the road-" "Alright Pilots!-" "Let's get ready to braaaaawl!-" "Ready up Pilots-" "This is your Handler speaking. Thirty seconds on the clock-"
Engines humming, heads up display feeding that steady input of mech diagnostics and pilot condition. The alloyed monster under command of a fragile little thing, meat. The Pilot. Faceless, made from the bodies across the entire known stars. Millions of tongues, memories, preferences, appearances, all in a blur. Designated with a callsign, known by the paint on their machines, their voices tinged with the crackle of long distance comms. A readout of the most intimate details on health, heartbeat, blood pressure, stress levels, oxygen percentage of the air they breathe. They pull the trigger. Make some other sucker watch vitals zero out, make them have to grapple with losing their killing machine.
25 seconds before Boots on the Ground.
"Packed you coffe jelly in your cockpits again-" "Let's make this job a clean one-" "Mission parameters are set, everyone better come home safe-" "Kill counters reset and bets placed!-" "This operation shouldn't be anything difficult for Pilots like you-" "I know what you're capable of. Prove me right.-"
They know all there is to know about their Pilots. They know all there is to know about their Handlers. They watch them through the cockpit cameras and listen to them through the mics. Launch commands through transmitters blinking softly through the night. They receive and act as best they can. They hold the gun. They pull the trigger. They pull the trigger. They hold the gun. Hope they don't mind the intrusion. But begging them to stay. Always by their side, the safety net and the threat. Always too close, right in their ear. Tell them sweet lies. Hold them close, the Pilot in your sights. You're in their mind. You're their fly by.
10 seconds before Boots on the Ground
"This is Handler Telegram, see you on the other side Kiddos-" "Broadband signing off, get comms up as soon as you can-" "Morse speaking! Sending you all lots of love, I'll hear you all soon-" "Dial-Up here telling you all to score some points down there!-" "Handler Postage giving you the all clear, good luck Pilots-" "Give them hell. The many corpses begin to speak-"
Guns loaded, rituals started, every little moment the last sparks of humanity before they become something other before the combat stims hit and the commands begin to fly, the short seconds where a Handler remains silent and all they can hear are their squadmates in their ears. Pilot, human, dog, hound, murderer, machine, thing, creature, monster, Pilot, soul, killer, person, Pilot, Pilot, Pilot, Pilot. Names fade to callsigns, callsigns into code, code into raw numbers. The clock ticks down.
Boots on the Ground
Bandsaws into the flesh of an apprentice without proper equipment. Carnage. Range or melee, explosive or blunt, the kills rack up all the same. The screaming machines just raw noise to something this trained. Runts of the litter compared to these hounds. Alloyed hands realer than the flesh ones controlling their pelts, their claws, their maws. Then the stims hit. No distinction between pleasure and pain anymore it's all one sensation, one singular trip driving them closer to that purpose. Mercenary hounds, dogs of war, they put the muzzle and collar on. The price of a human life means so little anymore. Money means nothing anymore, it's the thrill of the hunt, the game. Hearing a sad excuse of a pilot beg for their life over comms or watching a veteran cook off their own reactor foolishly. Humans are expensive. Kept far from battle but right in the ear of those Pilots. Handler connection restored.
"Kill confirmed Kiddo-" "Nice one now move onto the next-" "That's another kill for you-" "Pyro down! Twenty Points!-" "Kill confirmed, marking it down-" "Target eliminated-"
Boots on the Ground
Blood soaks the tools, human blood, oil, coolant, slag, it's all the same. The lifeblood of something spilled across what was once unmarred by the hands of war. Unsullied by dogs. It's not their fault, they needed to go for a walk, needed to let loose. In paradise someone is going to grow tired. That freedom a shackle. The leash an open field. They laugh, and sing, and joke, and smile, pure bliss on the battlefield. It's home, it's comfort, running free. Ammunition counters tracking downwards as kills keep mounting. They're free. Free from the worries of it all. Devour the young. Burn the wheat. Soak the ground. Just follow orders. Let yourself get lost in the high, let them think for you, let it all melt away in the glorious gunfire.
Boots on the Ground
Watch them frolick, you're doing them a service. You're the kind one. Let them live free, let them kill for you. Devotion is such a potent drug. Stronger than anything else you could give them. Watch their heart rates spike with each kill counted. Pride. Be proud of the dogs at your hands, how they beg to be let loose. You don't even need to pay them anymore. They'd turn on each other if you asked. You're a good Handler. You'd never make them do that. It's why they'd listen. They trust you. Trust every action and command. Watch them play. Watch them kill. Watch them. Watch them. Listen to them play. Listen to them kill. Listen to them. Listen to them. The choir of hounds barking for you. The choir of hounds waiting for commands. The choir-
"Good Pilot." "Good Pilot." "Good Pilot." "Good Pilot." "Good Pilot." "Good Pilot."
Good Handler.
HOW TO WRITE A SCIFI/FANTASY PILOT
Noah Evslin does Twitter chats about TV writing tricks and tradecraft. I did one on writing procedural pilots a few weeks ago, and, by popular demand, he’s asked me back to talk about writing scifi/fantasy pilots tonight at 7pm pacific. If you’d like to join us, here’s the link.
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Hope to “see” you all there!
An only daughter who was raised in a pretty happy family finding out she's actually adopted and then tracking down her bio family. Her Birth Parents can't deal with her showing up and don't let her into their lives, refusing to fill the sudden gaping hole in her chest.
She finds out though that she actually has a sister, and they're so curious about each other. They become friends and hang out every chance they get, making up for lost time, filling each other in on their lives, gossiping and teasing each other like they shouldve been growing up.
They go out for drinks regularly, and every time they get closer and cuddlier, blaming it on the alcohol. Her sister always ends up staying in the apartment that she lives in now so she could stay close. Her sister says she doesn't want to deal with her parents giving her shit for getting drunk.
They sleep in the same bed, every time with less and less clothes on. They're just getting comfier with each other, they're sisters after all. Every night ends with longing looks and panting breaths, both staring at each others lips, always inching that little bit closer.
Every morning it takes her sister longer to leave her side, and even longer to leave her apartment.
She secretly hopes one day her sister will stay with her forever.
Part 1:
Arrivals and Bad Decisions
Marin stood in the middle of the arrivals section of the airport, checking her phone every few minutes. Abigail, her little sister, had said hours ago the flight was delayed. She’d messaged when they’d finally started boarding an hour late, and the terminal showed the plane was delayed even further in arriving.
Still, the whole thing meant they were now a few hours behind schedule, and it was making Marin anxious. Well, more anxious than she already was. She knew they didn’t actually have anything organised for after or even the next day, but the change to the plan had been making her heart rate steadily climb. She exhaled, ran her fingers through her short dark hair for the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes.
She forced herself to focus on what Abigail might look like now. It had been four years since the two had seen each other, when Marin helped her little sister move out of home and into her college dorm. Her sister had moved out as soon as she could after turning 18 and getting her acceptance letter, and Marin didn’t even ask before she’d road tripped back home by herself to help her move.
The campus was still vaguely local to their hometown, but far enough to discourage their parents from trying to look in on her. They were both thankful for that. Marin hadn’t spoken to their parents in many years, not even when she was helping her sister pack up her things. There was no talk or even eye contact when she was hauling the boxes out.
Their parents weren’t accepting people. Judgmental to their cores. Marin had run away at 20, when she had barely enough saved up to do so, to get away from them and to finally start HRT. Both sisters had already confided in each other that they were trans, Marin first and Abigail a few years later. They’d told each other their names, and they addressed each other as sisters whenever they were alone together. It was like their secret they kept for each other.
Marin felt bad about leaving her baby sister behind, but Abigail encouraged her every day to get out and get away until she finally did. Marin had come out to her parents, had the inevitable shouting match that followed, and left. From what Abigail had told her, she understood her little sister had much the same experience.
They made sure to keep in regular contact, calling every week if not more. Abigail’s phone camera broke almost immediately after starting college, and she couldn’t afford to get a new one. Marin was opposed to pretty much any kind of social media. Over the years and hundreds of phone calls though, she had noticed the changes she could in her little sister. The happiness and confidence growing in her voice, the gradual changes in pitch and inflection.
Apparently she’d joined a band with some friends she’d made, and the singing went along great with her voice training. She’d even sung for Marin a few times over the phone. It was all the older sister could do but to listen with her jaw hanging open with tears in her eyes, shouting and cheering whenever the songs ended.
Had she grown her hair out, or kept it short like Marin? She knew the band she was in was sort of, garage punk? Is that how she dressed as well? She was obsessed with makeup growing up, how much had her skills grown? Would she have any piercings? Tattoos?
She’d always been afraid of needles when she was smaller, but apparently getting on HRT too had helped desensitize her a bit. Marin kept spinning different women around in her mind, all different combinations of aesthetics and looks, trying to guess at who her baby sister had grown into.
She’d gotten so lost in her thoughts and memories she hadn’t noticed the gate change from delayed to arriving, and then disembarking, and the steady stream of people now walking past her. The only thing that cut through her mind was a voice that called out something she hadn’t heard in person in a very long time.
“Mare-Mare!”
Marin’s heart stopped, all her hairs now standing on end. She whirled around toward the source of the voice, and saw a goth woman in an old band shirt, covered in belts and necklaces, with long deep red hair. The woman had been eyeing her to see if she would react. Now that the two made eye contact, the womans face split into a wild grin as she burst forward at full sprint.
“Mare-Mare oh my god!” Abigail shouted as she launched herself at her big sister. Marin caught Abigail in her strong arms and easily lifted her into a deep, crushing hug.
“Abi! Abi look at you!” Marin laughed, tears pricking her eyes.
When the younger woman tapped her shoulder, Marin let her back down and took her in properly.
Abigail was still smiling wide, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. Her skirt bloomed and accentuated her honestly incredibly shaped hips, her torn tights showing off her plush thighs. Her arms were bare, and her forearms were covered in small amateur tattoos and stick’n’pokes.
Looking further up, her shirt rode up a little thanks to her unfairly big ti- chest, exposing a sliver of her stomach. Her makeup was incredible, stark but gorgeous smoky eyes accompanying large and blocky eyeliner. Her lips were jet black, contrasting against her silver lip rings in spider bite piercings. Marin felt an uncomfortably familiar heat start pooling between her legs.
“Look at you, Miss Beefcake! How the fuck are you so shredded?” Abigail giggled, having been gazing over her big sister at the same time. Marin pretended not to notice how her little sisters eyes positively raked over her arms. She wondered if she should have worn something with sleeves.
“Nice tats too, they’re gorgeous!” Chirped the redhead, pointing at the tapestries of plants and woodland animals adorning Marin’s skin. The older sister tried to rationalise that she had just been looking at those instead.
“You too lil sis, they’re so cute.” Fawned Marin, taking her sisters hands and smiling at the patchwork drawings on her arms. Abigail shifted her feet a little faster, and looked slightly to the side, faint pink spreading across her face.
“Shut up, they’re just little things I had my friends do for me over the years. Let them practice, y’know.” Abigail shied, still smiling.
“They’re still cute! It’s very cute that you’ve got little reminders of your friends on you, Abi” beamed the older sister, rubbing her thumbs against her little sisters hands. Abigail shifted side to side even faster.
“C’mon lets go get all your stuff, yeah?” Marin relented, letting go of her sisters hands. A phantom sensation ghosted her palms at the sudden absence.
The two made their way to the luggage collection, grabbed each suitcase as it went round the carousel, and went and packed it all into Marin’s truck. They chatted non-stop the whole time; about everything and nothing, how the flight was, Marin’s job, how talented Abigail was at makeup. Marin had just brought up her living situation as they got the last suitcase in the truck bed and tied the covering back over the top.
“It’s kind of a small apartment, only one bathroom, but it should be big enough for the two of us.” Marin explained as they both climbed into the front “I emptied out the spare room and set up a bed that I got second hand. I should be able to get you something better in a few months.”
“’m sure it’s fine, and I can get myself something when I get a job and start paying you ba-” Abigail had started before Marin cut in, shaking her head.
“None of that, don’t even start thinking about paying me back. I’m doin’ all this because I want to okay Abi? And I’ve got enough saved up that I can take care of us both for a while.” Marin kept her eyes on the road, but her voice was firm.
“I just want you to get settled and relax for a bit okay? Let me take care of you, lil sis.”
She reached over and rested her hand on her sisters thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Abigail shifted in her seat, squeezing her legs together, but Marin didn’t notice.
“So why did you move all the way down here? What happened to college?” Marin asked, keeping her eyes on the road.
“Oh, y’know, it just didn’t stick.” Abigail replied dryly, waving her arm vaguely in the air “I tried lots of stuff; Science, English, History, but it was all just kinda boring. I figured I should stop flip floppin’ around before I rack up even more debt.”
“But what about your friends? Your band?” Questioned the butch with a quick look of concern.
“Pffft the band split like, three months ago. ‘Nd my friends’ll be fine, I’ve got all their socials, we’ll stay in touch.” She smiled. Abigail put her hand over her sisters and gave it a squeeze back, before quickly withdrawing.
Content enough with that, Marin nodded and kept driving.
“Hey…” said Abigail, her voice sounding smaller.
“You didn’t… tell Mom and Dad I was moving here did you?”
Marin looked at her sister as though she’d grown a second head and scoffed.
“Fuck no, I haven’t spoken to them since I left and I don’t plan on changing that. I don’t think they even know where I live”
“Okay okay!” Abigail put her arms up defensively, but smiled all the same.
“I figured… I just wanted to check in case you, I dunno, felt like you needed to let them know for safety’s sake or somethin?”
Marin squeezed Abigails’ thigh again, and she shifted in her seat even more.
“I’m the one that took take care of you, not them. I’m gonna keep being the one that takes care of you okay?” Marin said softly.
“I’m a big girl now!” Abigail objected lightheartedly, putting her hands on her hips and sticking her tongue out.
“I can take care of myself”
“Don’t you even think about it” laughed her sister.
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The pair arrived at the medium sized apartment block Marin lived in fairly quickly, hauling the few suitcases into the elevator and up to her apartment.
The room set up for Abigail was pretty quaint, but with the bed shoved right into the corner, there should be room for at least a desk if she wanted, Marin had told her. She was free to decorate however she wanted; without putting holes in the walls. Renters lament and everything.
Marin felt a small pang in her chest, wishing she could give her sister something a bit nicer and more cozy. Abigail just looked around and smiled like it was the best room she’d ever been in.
While her little sister set to unpacking all her clothes and what possessions she had, Marin went to the kitchen to start on dinner. She was tired and they realistically could just get some takeout, but she wanted her sister to have something fresh and homemade for her first night. She doubted her little sisters dietary quality while she was a student. So, she got to making some simple but tasty chicken burritos.
It didn’t take too long, this being a regular easy dish Marin made for herself during the week. So when she was finished, she wandered back to Abigail’s room to let her know dinner was ready.
“Hey lil sis, made some di-” she froze as she rounded the doorway.
Her sister had taken no time at all to put her clothes away and distribute a small collection of plushies on her bed. Currently, she was sitting on the mattress, halfway through changing into some pyjamas.
A pair of sinfully small shorts were hugging her figure, and she was pulling an over-sized shirt over her head. Marin gazed at her; at the ample size of her tits, how perfectly they were shaped, how soft they were. She felt her mouth starting to water, and snapped her head to the side when her sisters head poked through the top of the shirt.
“Sorry!” she choked. Her face was burning, and a slight shift in her stance was all it took to confirm she was dangerously wet.
“Chill Mare-Mare” giggled her little sister. The use of her pet name did not help her predicament at all.
“It’s not like- Well I guess it is all stuff you haven’t seen before. Pretty new after all.”
Abigail got up from the bed and wandered over, and Marin forced herself to look back. Thankfully, the giant shirt did a good job of covering up her sisters curves, and she let out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding.
“Y-yeah” Marin managed, injecting false casualness into her voice
“I was uh, just coming to grab you for dinner.”
“Fuck yeah!” the redhead jumped, and walked past her sister toward the kitchen. The older sister took a few moments to try and compose herself. Get her breathing under control.
When she was vaguely happy that she’d done a good enough job, she went and joined her sister. Marin didn’t have any kind of a dining table or anything, no room, so they just ate on the couch and put something on the TV for some background noise.
Abigail inhaled her first serving, and quickly went back to finish off the small amount of food that was still left. Marin preened on the inside that her baby sister still liked her cooking so much.
They stayed on the couch a bit longer after finishing, but it had been a big day and they both looked very tired very quickly.
“I should probably shower and get all the airplane off me, but I just can’t be fucked.” Abigail groaned, rolling around on the couch.
“Fair, I’m not gonna judge you” the Marin nodded, eyelids drooping.
“I shower in the mornings, I’ll deal with the dishes then too”
Abigail made a noise of agreement, but didn’t move. She was curled up in a ball, and was now oddly stationary.
Marin grunted as she stood up, and moved over to her. She bent down, and scooped her little sister up into her arms.
Abigail wasn’t asleep yet, but she didn’t object. She just smiled sleepily up at her big sister and draped her arms around her shoulders. Marin carried her down the hall, flicking the lights off as she went, and carried her into her new room. Gently laying her down on the mattress, she gave her little sister a kiss on her forehead.
“Goodnight Abi” she whispered into her hair.
“G’night big sis. Love you” murmured Abigail, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
“Love you too” Marin replied, turning off the light and closing the door.
She crossed the hall into her room, closing the door behind her. Not bothering to turn the light on, she stripped down to her boxers and collapsed into bed. Tired as she was, she took a few moments to smile to herself, thinking about how her baby sister was all grown up and they were finally together again. She wasn’t going to let them be separated ever again.
Sleep was blanketing the corners of her mind, when she heard something. It wasn’t too loud, but enough to grab her attention. Listening out now, she heard it again. She wasn’t sure what it was, so she dragged herself out of bed and headed for the door. She was planning on checking it out and making sure Abigail was okay, when it came again, much louder.
She froze.
Surely it wasn’t.
She imagined it.
She’d had to.
She pressed herself up to the door and strained. A noise that shouldn’t have been so familiar came again.
Her sisters moans.
She stood stuck against the door, straight backed and stiff. Sweat was beading on her forehead, heat curling between her legs. Her sister moaned again, not trying too hard to be quiet. The walls weren’t particularly thick, maybe she didn’t know. Didn’t realise the sounds of her pleasure were echoing through the apartment.
Marin panted, and wiped the sweat from her brow. She’d soaked through her boxers, she knew it. Her cunt ached almost painfully. Her hand started to move to the waistband of her underwear, spurred on by another, much more throaty moan.
Her fingers were just starting to push into her boxers, but she stilled. It had gone quiet for a few moments. She listened, desperately waiting for more, when the sound of a door opening broke the silence. Marin retreated at light speed, flinging herself back into bed and getting half composed when her own door creaked open.
“Mmmh? Wh-what’s up?” she asked shakily, trying to pretend she’d been woken, despite the lightning running through her veins.
“Mare-Mare?” Abigail said into the dark, sounding very small “I… I was just, gonna ask. If, I could sleep with you. In here? Like when we were little?”
Her little sister had taken every excuse to go and sleep with Marin when they were kids. Even sneaking into her room after their parents said she was too old to do it anymore.
“Y-Yeah, of course Abi, come on” Marin croaked, trying to clear her throat of how tight it was.
Her little sister giggled and hurried over, tucking herself into the bed with the pillow she’d brought. She laid down facing away from her older sister, but looked over her shoulder expectantly. Marin swallowed, and slowly scooched over, cuddling up against her sisters back.
Her breathing was ragged as she slowly lowered her arm to embrace Abigail. Her little sister sighed with content as Marin brought her arm over and splayed her hand against her midsection. She could feel her sisters breathing, the shape of her through the giant shirt. She swore she could feel how soft she was through the fabric.
Marin retracted and shot up out of bed. Abigail whined and scowled up at her sister, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. It was all Marin could do to not grab it in her thumb.
“S-Sorry sis! Just, gotta go to the bathroom, real quick…” she stumbled, grabbing her phone from the nightstand and rushing to the door.
“Well don’t take too long! I wanna get cosy” Abigail called out from the bed, nestling back into the blankets.
Marin hurried into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and locked it. She didn’t turn the light on. She didn’t want to be able to see herself in the mirror.
Unlocking her phone, she opened up her saved voice mails. There was only one, from just over a year ago. From her sister. Her hands trembling, Marin made sure the volume was as low as it could go, and played the voice mail, holding the speaker up to her ear.
The sounds of her sister started coming out of the phone. Clearly right in the middle of pleasuring herself, moaning and whining right into the microphone. It was from a night Abigail had told her she was going to some party, and sent during the odd hours of the early morning.
Marin was certain her sister hadn’t meant to call her, just drunkenly pressed the screen the wrong way or something. Abigail never brought it up, and so neither did she.
Her hand flew into her boxers and started rubbing furiously. It was rough and desperate, her clit almost over-sensitive. She was already the wettest she’d ever been. She was just trying to rush through this, get it out of her system. She pressed the phone harder and harder into her ear, desperately trying to fill her head with the sounds of her little sister.
She felt herself running full pelt towards her orgasm, the tightness in her core coiling further and further, her hips bucking uncontrollably. She kept going, determined to finish as quick as she could. The recording was approaching the end, and Marin held her breath as the sound of her little sister squealing as she reached her own climax.
Marin grit her teeth and hissed as she came hard and brutally. Stars popped in front of her eyes, and she had to plant the hand with her phone against the basin to stay upright. The wave of her climax washed over her, and she quietly panted in the dark. It wasn’t what she really wanted, but it’d at least let her sleep.
The second her orgasm had passed, she felt sick. The shame taking root in her heart and crushed it tight. She had only used the recording like this a handful of times before, then vowed to never do it again. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to delete it altogether.
Tears stung her eyes. Her baby sister hadn’t even been here a day before she couldn’t help herself from acting like some disgusting pervert freak.
Marin knew her sister was waiting for her back in her room. To hold her gently as she drifted off to sleep. It made her heart hurt even more, thinking about how safe Abigail felt with her, how much she trusted her. Marin washed her hands quickly and splashed some water on her face, trying to deal with the tears.
Drying herself off, she reluctantly went back to the bedroom. She slipped back into her bed, and wrapped her little sister in her arms. Abigail’s breathing was deep and even, but she still cooed with satisfaction at the touch.
Marin spent every second until she fell asleep apologising in her mind, and begging her sister for forgiveness.
Part 3:
Collateral Damage and Whispered Confessions
It was bright. Way too bright. Marin squinted and blinked. The sun didn’t look like that when she woke up. It never looked like that. She reached blindly for her phone, checking the time and groaning. It was really late, she’d seriously slept in. She didn’t end up getting to sleep until the sun was already starting to rise.
Rubbing her face, she sat up in the bed and winced. Her neck and shoulder ached, and she touched the bruises that covered her. Her pillow had been smeared with the lipstick that was spread over her collarbone, arteries and jaw. She hung her head in her hands. It was fine. It was fine, she had a few spare pillowcases.
She got out of bed, put on some random clothes, shed the pillowcase from the pillow, and left her room. She threw the pillowcase into the laundry, another item of shame to clean. Heading to the bathroom, she stripped again and got in the shower.
Marin set the water as hot as it would go, and waited. As the stream pouring over her went from cold, to warm, to eventually almost scalding, she stood still. She didn’t have near as much time before she needed to get ready for work, so working out wasn’t an option. She didn’t have it in her anyway.
She’d clean up, make some breakfast for herself, and then deal with the dishes from the last few days. She quietly hoped that her little sister had at least gotten herself something to eat by now, but she also knew she was probably still sleeping. Marin stood under the almost painfully hot water, letting it soak through to her bones.
Having a plan for the day was one thing, actually working through it was another. And all she really wanted to do was to stay here. In her boiling little cubicle. Let the heat and the steam become all she knew. It still wasn’t hot enough to distract from the molten guilt in her chest.
Eventually she finished up, got dressed again, and steeled herself. She tried her best to beat into her head that how things were, everything that had happened last night, was for the best. It would hurt, for a while. But her and Abigail could work through it, pretending she didn’t know what it was, and they’d be okay.
They had to be.
She went back into the kitchen. Looking at all the dishes piled from the last few days, it looked like her sister hadn’t eaten anything today. Thinking about what she could make for the both of them, she settled on some French toast.
Getting a bowl and making the necessary mixture of milk, egg, and cinnamon, she heated up some butter on a pan and started to dip some slices of bread. Putting the soaked pieces of bread on the pan, they sizzled slightly and started to cook.
The first couple weren’t the greatest, but adjusting the temperature and adding a bit more butter, the following slices turned out much better. The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of warm cinnamon and nutmeg, and Marin decided the first couple slices could be hers. She wanted Abigail to have the best and sweetest ones.
While the final few slices of toast finished on the pan, Marin boiled the kettle and grabbed a couple mugs. She needed some coffee, and if she did, her little sister would too. She knew Abigail liked her coffee very sweet, so she put three scoops of sugar into the mug for her, and poured the water.
Breakfast, kind of, was done. Abigails plate of delicious looking French toast, slightly drizzled with honey, and Marins plate of rougher looking slices. Still, they both smelled incredible. Grabbing her sisters plate and mug of coffee, she went to her bedroom door and knocked.
“Abi?” She called out.
She didn’t get a response.
“Abi I uh, I made us some food. Made some really sweet French toast for you.” She tried again, trying to sound as warm as she could. Still silence.
Marin waited for a few more moments, before turning the handle and entering. Abigail was still in bed, facing away from the door directly to the wall. She didn’t move, but Marin was certain she wasn’t sleeping.
“You feeling hungry, Abi?” Marin asked, trying her best to smile.
Abigail stayed motionless, making no noise.
Marin nodded awkwardly, and put the plate and mug on the dresser on the other side of the room.
“Okay well, it’s here when you want it. Some coffee too, figured you might need some. Please try and eat, okay?” She said, trying her best to not beg.
Deciding that she’d intruded in her little sisters space long enough, she left the room and closed the door. Not wanting to get lost in a spiral, she went back to the kitchen and started cleaning up all the dishes. The repetitive, productive motions were good to keep her mental state mostly in check.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long before there weren’t any dishes left. She took to cleaning the rest of the kitchen. It wasn’t necessary at all. She’d cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom just before her little sister arrived, but she had time to kill and she definitely needed to stay busy.
The rest of the day went like that, with her moving from one already clean part of the apartment to the next. Dusting, wiping, pretending like she could see some smudge or stain that needed her attention wherever she looked. It was a little pathetic, Marin thought to herself, but it worked.
Sure enough, she eventually checked the time, and was glad to see she needed to get ready for work. She put on her usual outfit, deciding to button her shirt all the way up to help cover the marks all over her collarbone and neck.
The buttons around her chest were struggling a little, but they weren’t gapping too much. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror quickly, the marks were still a bit too visible for her liking. Marin grabbed a leather jacket with a hood from her closet and put it on. It really wasn’t the weather for these kinds of layers, but she ignored that.
Heading to Abigail’s room again, she cautiously opened the door and knocked quietly to announce her presence. Looking over at the dresser, Marin felt a pang in her chest seeing that the food from before hadn’t been touched.
Shaking her head slightly, she focused herself and moved towards Abigails bed. It looked like she really hadn’t moved at all. Sitting gently on the mattress, she leaned over her slightly, softly putting her hand on her sisters head.
“Hey Abi, I’ve got to go to work, okay?” She whispered softly. “Are you still coming to the bar tonight?”
Her little sister said nothing, staying as still as a statue.
“You know my boss, Ellie, she really wants to meet you. She really wants to get to know the little sister I never shut up about. And I think you’d really like it there, I think it’s your kinda vibe, yknow?” She said warmly, fighting hard to keep her voice even despite how much it hurt that Abigail wasn’t acknowledging her at all.
Silence, still.
“Okay, well, let me know, yeah? It’d be really nice to see you. Love you, Abi” She bent down and kissed her sisters head before getting up and leaving. Closing the door behind her, she took some grounding breaths, her ritual at this point. She moved to the front door, grabbed her keys and left.
—
The bar was, thankfully, much busier tonight. It wasn’t completely full, but it was close. The sound of people talking, glasses clinking and whatever music Ellie has set up for the night playing through the shitty speakers, flooded the place.
When she first arrived, her stomach dropped at seeing that her sisters Stand-In was already there. Ellie wasted no time in telling Marin that She had been there basically as soon as they opened, barely drinking anything.
When Marin stood behind the bar, Not-Abigail sidled up quickly, ordering Her whiskey and coke again, fluttering Her eyelashes up at the bartender.
Marin made the drink quickly, smiling as best she could, and served it with a half hearted wink. It was enough apparently, Not-Abigail taking Her glass with a loud giggle. Thankfully, there were so many people, She couldn’t really stay at the bar itself. She retreated to where She’d posted herself, and continued looking hungrily over at Marin.
It was busy enough that Marin didn’t have to constantly deal with Her eyes drilling into her, but she tried to look over and wink or something, now and again. It was best to keep something going both ways.
Some of her regulars had shown up though, and she was doing her best to chat with them over the noise and all the people;
A couple truck drivers filled her in on their latest hauls, some construction workers that came every other week told her about all the Definitely Safe pranks they played on each other at work. Some freshly 21 year olds in a shitty band that had started coming every weekend since their ID’s said they could. That last group irritated her deeply, but in an affectionate sort of way.
She was just listening to them argue over some girl or some gig, some bullshit like that, when Ellie’s voice was suddenly loud in her ear.
“Hey, is that her? Is that Abigail?” She asked, jumping and tugging Marins arm in excitement.
Marins heart skipped a beat, as she whipped round to look at the entrance. The world froze, all the noise and people forgotten as her sister walked through the doors. Marin felt dangerously hot.
Abigail had clearly gone all out, her makeup was exceptional and much more intricate. Eyeshadow that matched her hair colour blossomed from her eyelids, intricate lines of eyeliner crossing over them and making beautiful patterns on her cheekbones. She had the same jet-black lipstick on, but she did it differently this time, her lips looking much fuller somehow.
Abigail must have curled her hair or something too, it looked luxurious and full, and bounced slightly in it’s half ponytail as she walked. She wore chunky platform boots, with sinfully tight leather pants. It looked almost like a second skin as it hugged her hips and squeezed into her thighs.
Marins mouth went dry as she saw it curved plainly around the bulge between her little sisters legs, openly on display. She wore a criminally tiny crop top that left pretty much nothing to the imagination, including the fact that she was wearing a lacy black bra underneath.
She walked forward, looking over at Marin and Ellie, and winked.
“Fuck, she’s hot. She looks like… w-wait-” Ellies’ voice trailed off, looking between Abigail and her Stand-In. Marin avoided looking at her boss at all costs.
If Abigail herself noticed her doppelganger standing nearby, she didn’t let on in any way. She just walked over to the pool table and started chatting with the group currently playing like she’d known them forever. It was honestly incredible.
Not-Abigail had clearly noticed though, Her eyes had trailed Marins little sister the whole time she walked through the bar, then her gaze wandered back to Marin. She didn’t look upset or affronted. She was staring just as hungrily as before.
There was, something else in her expression though, and Marin didn’t know what it was. She didn’t like it. Ellie was staring at Marin now, the look of someone who just put together a particularly complicated puzzle on her face. Marin kept staring down, focusing on pouring drinks.
She couldn’t deal with this.
She’d suggested Abigail coming to the bar and even brought it up again sure, but she didn’t think this far ahead. Her sister dolled up to the nines and looking so gorgeous it made Marin salivate and her hands itch. Marins replacement fix, standing in the corner and staring so pointedly and so openly. Her boss, staring as well, having figured out the sickness that hid deep in Marins heart.
Marin started pouring every drink she could, fuck if she was the one that took the orders. She called people over to the bar if they so much looked her way, she struck up conversation with anyone that was there.
She was trying her best to distract herself from the hellish situation she was in that it was almost like she was running the bar herself. Ellie, for her part, got whatever message there was to get, and only helped with the few people Marin really couldn’t get to.
Despite herself, Marin kept a watchful eye on Abigail. She couldn’t help herself. Every time she looked she was chatting away, laughing singing along with the music and dancing with the pool cues. She hadn’t been there very long, but someone had already bought her a drink. Marin silently fumed and gripped a glass she was holding so tight it could’ve splintered.
There was a man over by the pool table who’d been paying her sister extra attention, always coming close and putting his hands on her when he could. Some buzz cut jackass in a stupid vest, generic tattoos of skulls and pinup ladies covering his arms, rings all over his fingers. It wasn’t long before Abigail took to it and started draping herself all over him.
Marin clenched her jaw so hard she expected to hear a tooth crack.
She could have sworn her sister was watching her out of the corner of her eyes, but whenever Marin tried to look a little harder, she always whipped around to dance more or throw herself into the fuckhead groping her. Red was tinting the edge of Marins vision.
“She’s got a lot of energy huh?” Ellie shouted over the noise, concern obvious in her voice “She’s uh, very popular. You okay with her over there?”
“She’s a big girl, she can make her own decisions” Marin managed, her jaw barely moving as she spoke. Ellie kept looking at her with an expression caked in worry, somewhere between anxious she was going to cause property damage and scared she was going to pop a blood vessel. At this point, it could have gone either way.
“I need a fucking smoke” Marin finally relented, giving in to her need to escape, if just for a moment. Ellie nodded and gently shooed her from out behind the bar.
A vicious impulse shot through her brain, and Marin made hard and pointed eye contact with Not-Abigail as she exited through the doors.
She wasted no time in lighting up, inhaling the smoke as though it was the first breath she’d taken in years. A silent prayer to let her get through the night.
“I can see why you want to make her jealous” came a voice from her side. Not-Abigail wandered over, lust in Her eyes as She inserted Herself between Marin and the alley wall. Her hands were already wandering up Marins front, grabbing gently at the collar of her shirt.
“She’s your ex or something yeah? She’s pretty” She whispered thickly, gently kissing Marins neck. Marins hands twitched, slowly gliding over to grab at Her hips again.
“Come on, lemme give you what you can’t get from her” She groaned into Marins ear. Something finally snapped at those words, and Marin pushed Her against the wall. She grabbed Her hips, Her ass, Her face. She smashed their lips together, Not-Abigails mouth already open to let Marins tongue lick inside, moaning loudly.
Marin tried to lose herself in the sensations. She tried to deafen herself with the sounds that weren’t really what she wanted to hear. Tried to drown herself in the taste that wasn’t what she craved. She pressed Her hard against the wall, and tried not to focus so hard on all the ways that She was Wrong.
Marin was so intent on burying herself in the copy in front of her, she didn’t notice the real thing turning around the corner.
“Sis? I swear to god, if you’ve already gone home I’m gonna-“ Abigail called into alley, her words catching in her throat as she saw her sister with someone else. As she saw exactly who her sister was with.
Marin leapt backwards, creating a gulf of space between her and Not-Abigail. The two were taking turns looking between each other and Marin; the stand-in looking confused and gradually more horrified, the original with the same cruel smile from the night before.
“Ohhhh, so that was her lipstick, huh?” Abigail grinned, sounding dangerously smug.
Marin stared at the wall, at the sky, desperately trying not to look at either of the women.
“I, I’m, sorry, did… did she say Sis?” the doppelganger asked, slight nausea undercutting her confusion.
“Yeah, Sis. As in sister. Or are you too dense to put that together?” Abigail shot at Her, a sharp over-sweetness in her voice.
Not-Abigail stumbled a few steps, slowly starting to make Her way out of the alley.
“Jesus… fucking… sister, oh my god” She stuttered to herself. She spat at Marin, and hurriedly walked down the street away from the bar.
“Seeya later knock-off!” Abigail called after her, waving lazily.
She turned back around to Marin, who was still staring in any other direction. She hadn’t moved or made a sound this entire time.
“Soooo” Abigail started, and Marin closed her eyes and breathed in deep “that was miss Love Bites.”
“Abi-“ Marin tried.
“Did she taste good? Was she an excellent kisser?” Abigail asked playfully, but her eyes were stone cold.
“That’s… Christ, that’s none of you-“
“I dunno, kinda feels like it’s super my business, yknow, considering.” She continued, gesturing up and down to herself.
Marin grabbed the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply. How the fuck did everything keep getting worse?
“Abi, just… just please go back inside, okay?” She strained, fighting hard to keep her voice even despite the reality of the situation finally starting to crash around her. Her eyes stung with tears, her stomach roiled with nausea and shame.
“No I don’t really want to, this kinda feels like something we should talk about” her sister stood her ground, her smile dropping.
“There’s- there’s nothing to talk about” Marin lied, laughing at herself on the inside that she even said it.
“Are you fucking kidding?” Abigail immediately flared up “Nothing to talk about? How about the fact that she looked-“
“Abi!” Marin cut her off, shouting.
She’d never really raised her voice at her sister before. She hated how it felt.
“Please… just. Just go back inside.” Marin whispered, barely managing to keep herself under control.
Abigail didn’t say anything. Her face was cold and stony. After an eternity of silence, she turned around and headed back to the bar.
When she was finally alone, Marin couldn’t keep it together anymore. She broke into quiet sobs, falling against the alley wall, tears flowing down her face. She dug another cigarette out of her pocket, pressing it to her mouth desperately.
She barely inhaled any of the smoke, between her sobs. But the familiarity helped, and she clung to it like a lifeline, using it to paddle back as close to normal as she could manage. Eventually, she managed to stop crying, and get her breathing under control.
She still felt awful, nausea and shame burning a hole through her stomach, her heart feeling like it had been shredded and torn. Still, she was on the clock.
Wiping her face on her jacket sleeve, as best she could, Marin headed back inside. The noise crashed against her, and she did her best to brace herself. Moving back behind the bar, she look around for her sister.
She was nowhere, not in front of the bar, not by the pool table or in the corner. Marin swivelled her head from either end of the room, but couldn’t see her anywhere.
“Hey, have you seen Abigail?” She shouted to Ellie, her voice thick with worry.
“Yeah I have, she’s uh-“ Ellie trailed off, sounding too nervous for Marin’s liking.
“Where is she Ellie? Please” Marin urged, desperation caking her voice.
“She’s uh, in the bathroom. With that guy” Ellie forced out, trying not to look at her face.
A fierce ringing pierced Marins ears. The bathroom was small, only a single stall, that locked from the inside of the door. Plenty of couples and small groups went in there to fuck, and the staff didn’t really care. They did have keys that unlocked the door from outside, but that was mainly just for emergencies.
Marin didn’t care if this counted or not. She grabbed the keys from behind the counter, and made for the bathroom door. Shoving through the crowd, she unlocked the door and slammed it open. She almost blacked out with rage.
Abigail was pressed against the sink, the fuckhead from before was shoving his tongue down her throat, and his hand was moving to close around her throat.
Marin was so tunnel visioned, so in the throes of bloodshot anger, that when she shouted and moved to break the two up, she didn’t notice the man had already started swinging.
Blinding pain shot through her left eye socket as her head jerked to the side with the force. One of the fuckers rings had caught her brow. It wasn’t long before a streak of red was running over her eyelid and down her face.
Marin spat, and looked back up at him. Her sister was to the side, panicked and shouting. She could already feel her eye starting to swell over a bit.
It wasn’t going to be a problem.
She shot forward, in his space before he could react. She swung her fists around, crashing her knuckles into his face once, twice. She grabbed his head, and slammed it into the sink. He sunk like a sack of shit, and didn’t get back up.
Breathing heavily, Marin turned around. Abigail was still standing there, her face covered in shock and anger. Marin glanced down. Her sister, despite her apparent frustration, was biting her lip. She was also trying to hold her hands in front of her crotch, her pants shining as they stretched obscenely tight.
Ellie was in the doorway. Apparently she had been right behind Marin the whole time, and had seen everything. She looked from the crumpled man on the floor to Marin, her expression neutral.
“Do you need an ambulance?” She asked, all business.
“No.” Marin replied simply.
“Good. Go home, take the rest of the night off. I’ll deal with this.”
Marin normally would have argued, insisted that she’d still be able to work, that this was nothing. She didn’t care about that right now. Grabbing her little sisters hand, she moved back through the bar, everyone inside squeezing against each other to give her room.
She wasted no time in dragging her sister back to her truck, and starting the engine.
—
The drive back home was silent. Marin stared ahead at the road, and Abigail gazed out the passenger window. Parking, the ride up the elevator, unlocking the apartment door, were all just as quiet. Upon entering, Marin went straight to the bathroom and got a small first aid kit, making to start treating her injury immediately.
Abigail came into the room and grabbed her sisters wrist firmly.
“Uh-uh, go to the lounge. Let me.” She instructed, leaving no room for argument. Marin didn’t have the energy to try anyway.
They both headed to the lounge, Marin dumping herself on the couch and her little sister clambering onto the cushion next to her, gently grabbing her face to examine the wound.
Despite herself, despite everything, Marins heart sang at the gentle touch. At how much Abigail focused on making sure she treated her sister as carefully as she could.
“It’s nasty, and it’s probably gonna hurt for a while, but I don’t think you need stitches” She said evenly. Methodically, Abigail cleaned her hands with some hand sanitizer, applied some antiseptic to some medical fabric, and dabbed at the cut.
Pain stabbed through Marins head and she hissed, her eyesight going hazy for a few seconds.
“Shut up, ya big baby. How’s anyone going to take you seriously if you can’t handle a little cut?” Abigail jabbed. Her voice was gentle, though.
After she was satisfied the cut was sufficiently cleaned, she grabbed some butterfly closures out of the kit, and deftly applied them over the wound.
“You’re probably gonna have a scar. Though, you probably don’t mind, what with your whole tough-girl thing” Abigail mused softly, double checking the closures before getting some more fabric to clean the dried blood from her sisters face.
Marin let herself be handled and moved around as needed, guiltily sighing into the touch.
“You’re uh, really good at this” Marin said, a little awkwardly in the face of everything.
Abigail hummed absently, focusing on her task. “I was in a band remember? People in bands usually do stupid shit. I helped patch everyone up when they did.”
Marin nodded dumbly, and Abigail kept gently fussing over her big sisters face. Marin tried not to think about how close they were.
“So, are we gonna talk about it?” Abigail asked plainly, still gently wiping at parts of her sisters face that Marin was sure were clean by now.
“About what?” Marin tried.
She felt so stupid for saying it, but she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge the looming argument bearing down on them.
“Oh fuck off” Abigail exclaimed, finally releasing Marins head from her hands and looked at her angrily “Don’t do that shit again. How about that girl you were with? How about you beating the guy I was with into the sink?”
“He was shoving his tongue down your throat!” Marin retorted, trying to take the easy avoidance from the other half of the question “And he looked like he was gonna choke you! What else was I supposed to do?”
“Oh please, don’t tell me you’ve never heard of girls being into kinky shit before.”
Marin choked, hot pink flushing across her face upon learning this particular piece of information. Her mind was flooded with images, of her hands that were so much bigger than Abigails, wrapped around her little sisters throat.
“That’s… that’s not the point. You’d been drinking, he was a stranger- it, it wasn’t safe!” Marin forced out in-between embarrassed coughs.
“I wasn’t going to actually let him do anything, and for your information I had like one drink.” Abigail replied simply, folding her arms.
One drink? That wasn’t right. “But, you were surrounded- people were giving you drinks all the time-“ Marin stumbled, trying her best to remember.
“Yeah, they gave me plenty of drinks, I didn’t actually drink them.” Her sister sighed impatiently, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world “I just handed them off to other people or put them down when people weren’t looking. I wanted a clear head tonight”
“And don’t dodge the other part of this. What about you with that girl huh?” Abigail kept steamrolling, not giving her sister a chance to evade “So it’s fine for you to shove your tongue into some girls mouth, but when I want someone to do it to me, that’s a problem?”
“No- no Abi, that’s not what I’m-“ Marin tried desperately, feeling herself getting backed into a corner.
“No? Because that’s exactly what it sounds like to me” her sister interjecting quickly, staying in control of the conversation. “Because considering that she looked a lot like me, it sounds like you’re jealous, and want me all yourself while you do whatever you want with whoever you want.”
Marin was surrounded, there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say to avoid it anymore.
“Maybe I was, okay? Maybe I was fucking jealous!” Marin finally let out, her hands curled into white knuckled fists. Abigail looked shocked, but there was a clear smugness in her eyes.
“Maybe since having you move here, I’ve been dealing with shit I haven’t felt this strong in a long time.” Marin started, not being able to stop, letting everything out all at once.
“Maybe, since seeing how much you’ve grown and how fucking beautiful you are and how fucking perfect your body is-“
Her sister jumped a little at the sheer weight Marin put on those last few words, but she kept going, steamrolling ahead.
“- I’ve been really struggling with shit I am not supposed to feel. And when she came up to me on my break yesterday, she was enough like you that I thought, maybe I could get whatever fucked up shit’s inside of me out, or at least keep it under control” Marins voice was starting to break now, tears welling up in her eyes. Abigail shifted closer, slowly and quietly, as if she was approaching a scared dog.
“But she wasn’t you. Every second, I kept thinking about how different she was, how much she wasn’t what I wanted.” Tears were falling freely from her now, her voice a whisper. “And when I saw… I saw you with him, that fuckhead, groping you like that I… I couldn’t help it. I don’t, I don’t want anyone to touch you like that, but me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Abi.”
Marin sobbed quietly, having finally confessed to her deepest sin. Abigail gently lifted her big sisters head onto her plush chest, letting her cry into her as she slowly pet her hair. The stayed like this for a few moments, the younger sister gently shushing and cooing at the elder until her sobs let up, mostly.
Abigail lifted her sisters head and stared into her eyes, her expression reassuring but firm.
“You big idiot. Why didn’t you say anything, about any of this? How much has this been eating at you? Fuck, I really thought that voice message I sent ages ago would’ve, I dunno, helped or something” She said softly, gently petting her sisters face.
“W-wait, you… you sent that on purpose?” Marin backed up a little, pure shock running through her system “How, how did you know I listened to it, or even kept it?”
“I checked your phone while you were smoking yesterday” Abigail shrugged simply, quickly raising her hands in both defence and reassurance “I didn’t look at anything else, I promise. I… I just needed to know.”
Marins confusion intensified, her previous assumptions about the recording crashing around her ears. “But, but why? Why did you-“ she began, but her sister quickly cut her off.
“Because I missed you. Because I wanted you, and I was tired of pretending I didn’t. Because I needed you to hear what I sound like when I think of you” Abigail said gently, almost whispering those last few words.
Marins face grew impossibly hotter, and the heat started to spread down to her chest, between her legs. Even with her sister confessing too, to the same crime she herself was guilty of, it wasn’t enough to stop the guilt and shame roaring to life in her stomach.
“Abi… shit I, I didn’t think you meant to send it. I mean, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, but-“ Marin started, not getting very far.
“What?” her little sister recoiled a little, frustration returning to her voice “What do you mean?”
Marin laughed despite herself, a genuine laugh. “Come on Abi, it’s really easy to recognise when your sister thinks you’re hot. Plus, you’ve basically been eyefucking my arms whenever you can”
It was Abigails turn for her face to flush, some mix of arousal and embarrassment, and plenty with anger.
“Wait, you knew? You knew how I felt too?” She started, her voice rising just a touch.
Marin shrugged dumbly “I mean, I figured. Like I said it’s-“
“And why the fuck didn’t you do anything then? We could’ve just skipped straight to-“ Abigail started rambling, but Marin cut her off quickly, not wanting her to finish that thought out loud.
“Because we’re sisters” Marin pleaded, her voice begging her sister to relent because she didn’t know how much longer her self restraint could hold “because it’s wrong, because it’s my job to keep you safe and make sure you don’t get fucked up by shit like thi-“
Abigail cut Marin off again, not by talking, but by grabbing her sisters face roughly and surging forward, pressing their lips together. Marin felt like her heart had stopped, like she’d died and this was the final hallucination of her dying brain.
It was heaven. It was everything she had ever wanted, ever dreamed of. She didn’t even try to resist, she was kissing her little sister back immediately. Moaning loudly, desperately, Marin pulled Abigail onto her lap.
Her sister straddled her, pushing herself into her front, and Marin could feel Abigail’s length press into her muscled stomach. The final, stupid and stubborn part of Marin’s resistance rallied itself, and she gently pushed her sister away, just a few inches. A shiny line of spit kept the two of them connected.
“Abi, please, we can’t be doing this” Marin whispered, no energy or force behind her words.
“Says who?” Abigail rejected, gentle but determined “And what the fuck do they know? There are whole groups who think we’re wrong just for existing; Mom and Dad.”
Abigail gently brushed her sisters cheek, gazing lovingly into her eyes.
“I know you’ll always see me as your baby girl. And I’ll always love you for that. But I’m also my own woman, and I can make my own decisions. I want you. I want you to take care of me for the rest of our lives, and I want to do the same for you. I love you, Mare-Mare.” Abigail urged, her voice thick and warm.
And like that, Marin was free.
She surged forwards, grabbing at her sister again. In seconds they were kissing feverishly, no coordination, all love and want. Marin swiped her tongue against her sisters lips, and Abigail opened her mouth with a sigh.
She was perfect, the sweetest thing Marin had ever tasted, her mouth soft and her tongue moving against hers in perfect motions.
Marin grabbed at her sisters tiny shirt, and pulled it over her head, breaking the kiss. She stared hungrily at her sisters tits, plump in the lacy black bra she’d been in. She started kissing at her jaw, at her neck, moving her way down.
“Mare-Mare, ahn~, fuck-“ Abigail moaned. Marin could never have guessed how much better her little sister sounded when it was her making her sing like this.
She nipped lightly at Abigails neck, appreciating the squeaks that came from her sister. Soon, she was finally kissing the tops of her sisters tits that were spilling out of her bra, worshiping them. She bit down against one, growling as she did. Her little sister bucked against her as she cried out, grabbing a fistful of Marins hair.
Marin bit and sucked greedily, leaving a deep bruise as she did. She needed to mark her little sister. Make it clear that she was the only one who could do this. Her lips left her sisters breast with a Pop, and she moved back to her sisters mouth. As she did, her hand snaked up Abigails back and deftly undid her bra, as her other grabbed her sisters ass firmly and lifted her up.
Abigail yelped in surprise as Marin stood up, but was quieted as her sisters tongue pushed into her mouth again. A little clumsily, Marin started carrying her down the hall, kicking her shoes off, somehow managing to wrangle her jacket off her arms, and encouraging her sister to take off her boots. She walked into the bedroom, blindly flicking the light on, and dropped the both of them on the bed, doing her best not to break the kiss.
She grabbed one of her little sisters perfect tits in her hand, and thumbed at the nipple, earning her a loud moan. She took the pink bud between her fingers and squeezed, earning a squeal this time. Marins head was spinning, drunk off the sounds her sister was making. Abigails hands scrambled at the waistband of her pants, and broke the kiss with a needy whine.
“Fuck, Mare-Mare ah~, please” she begged, and Marin wasted no time.
Moving off the bed for a moment, she grabbed the waistband and pulled. Despite how tight they were, she managed to get them off without too much effort. Her eyes fell onto Abigails panties, a cute black pair, and her cock straining against them. A wet spot had spread at the tip, and Marin almost drooled, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Like what you see?” Abigail panted, trying to inject confidence in her voice, but she was clearly self conscious under her sisters gaze.
“Baby girl, you have no fucking idea how beautiful you are” Marin breathed, trying to put all her want and desperation in her voice.
Abigail shivered, her cock twitching. Marin bent down, kissing her stomach reverently, slowly making her way down. She had to put a hand on her sisters hip, as she was bucking desperately at every touch. As she reached her underwear, she grabbed it with a hand and her teeth, and pulled it down.
Abigails length sprang free, slightly flushed, standing so erect it looked almost painful. Marin pulled the panties free, and took her cock into her hand gently, thumbing at the glistening tip. Abigail almost yelled, trying to thrust, to chase any friction or pressure. Marin kept her pressed down and still, as she moved her face closer to her sisters sex, breathing on it lightly.
“Fuck, Abi. You’re so hard, it looks like it hurts” Marin breathed, her voice soft and caring. Abigail nodded frantically. “Is it for me? Are you this hard for your big sister?” She placed a kiss against the head of her little sisters cock, and Abigail looked like she was going to cry as she kept nodding.
“Fuck, yes, it’s all for you, everything’s for you” She pleaded, panting, her voice thick with need “Please, sis, fuck- I, I need you, I’ve needed you for so long, pleasepleaseplease-”
“Good girl” Marin sighed, as she took her sister into her mouth. Abigail squealed, writhing frantically, a hand coming down to grab Marins hair.
Slowly, Marin bobbed up and down, taking the length to the back of her throat, her tongue laving her sisters cock. She shoved a hand down her pants and into her underwear, starting to work on herself.
She slipped her fingers inside herself with ease, but still, she wanted to be sure. Starting to pump inside herself, she moaned around her sister, the vibrations causing Abigails cock to twitch.
Her breathing was getting frantic, a staccato of squeals and moans leaving her throat. Marin could tell she was close, and while she was excited her baby sister was so needy for her, she stopped her movements. There was only one place she was allowed to finish right now.
Sliding her sister out of her mouth, Marin hurriedly pulled her pants and underwear off in one fluid motion. Abigail immediately started to whine at the loss, bucking her hips to chase after it, blindly grasping around to get hold of her sister again.
“Mare-Mare pleeease~ fuck, I need you pleaseplease-” She begged desperately. Her voice caught in her throat as she looked down, seeing her sister climb back onto the bed and start to straddle her, lining Abigails cock with her dripping cunt. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of bone-deep love and something darker.
“Abi, I need you to say it, one more time” Marin whispered, her voice shaky and strained “Just one more time, okay? One more time, and I’ll make you mine, baby girl.”
Abigail shivered, managing to stay stock still, as she stared into her big sisters eyes.
“Please, Mare-Mare, I need you, so fucking much”
Marin exhaled slowly, looking as though she’d just heard her first answer after a lifetime of prayer.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she lowered herself down onto her little sister.
Part 2:
Almost What She Wanted
Marin woke up the next morning quite gently, despite the state she fell asleep in. Abigail was still in her arms. At some point in the night she’d rolled onto her back, her mouth hanging wide open as she snored quietly. A line of shiny drool ran down her cheek.
Marin gazed at her sister fondly, gently brushing some hair from her forehead. The sun was thoroughly up, and she reached to check her phone. It was after midday, later than she would’ve liked but it was fine. She still had several hours till her shift at the bar.
Opening her phone up, it was still on the Voice Mail. She froze, memories of the night before surging into her mind, arousal and heavy shame clashed violently inside her.
She needed to get away from her sister, as if just staying there could taint her somehow. Moving carefully, Marin managed to extricate from the tangle of her little sister without nudging her too much. She got up, grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, some sweatpants and a sports bra. She got changed in the bathroom and chucked her defiled underwear into the laundry. She’d deal with it later.
Marin desperately wanted a shower, to try and wash herself clean, scrub the sin out of her. But she didn’t trust herself to not repeat her actions from the night before. She was still so worked up and she needed something to take her mind off… well everything.
She got a few weights from the nooks and crannies she’d stuffed them, the spare room Abigail was supposed to stay in having previously been a slap shod mix of exercise equipment. Filling up a water bottle and putting it nearby, she settled in the widest spot of empty space in the lounge/kitchen and starting pumping.
It was pretty stupid, she knew. She needed to warm up first; stretch and get her muscles ready, ease into the workout. But she was impatient and angry. Overwhelmed. She kept going like this for at least an hour and a half, swapping between weights, squats, some shadow boxing for good measure.
She imagined punching herself in the face, pretended that some doppelganger was in front of her for her to violently punish. Her muscles were aching, and she smiled with a dark satisfaction at her self flagellation.
She didn’t think too much of her sister sleeping so late into the day. Yesterday would’ve been exhausting for anyone, and she quietly figured her sister had a messed up sleep schedule anyway. It seemed fitting.
Marin had worked up a hell of a sweat. She was in the last stretch of some final push ups, when Abigail sleepily walked into the room.
“Mare-Mare? Where’d you g-” She yawned, before locking eyes with her sister, still holding herself up on the floor.
Marin stood up quickly, sweat rolling down her chest and stomach, restlessly moving her arms around. Her little sister stared at her, her eyes moving rapidly; her gaze darting between Marin’s arms, her stomach, her face, unconsciously licking her lips. Marin coughed a little to try and snap her out of it.
“H-Hey, Abi. I was just, getting some exercise in, you know. Before work later.” Marin said stiffly, trying her best to keep her voice even.
That seemed to do it, Abigail immediately flushing pink and looking just to the side of her sister.
“Y-Yeah! That’s, fair yknow. Um, have you eaten anything yet? Any breakfast or like, lunch I guess?” Abigail laughed out, a bit forcefully.
“Oh uh, no, nothing yet. If you’re hungry I can make us something quickly” Marin said quickly, starting to move toward the kitchen proper.
Abigail slid in front of her, blocking her sister from moving.
“No I’ll do it! You made dinner and everything last night, and let me sleep in your room” She blushed, looking at the floor “It was probably annoying, having your lil sis asking to stay in your bed again, like we’re kids…”
“Hell no, you kidding? It was the best sleep I’ve had in literal Years” Marin grinned down at her sister. Abigail looked back up, smiling. It was technically true too, the sleep itself was perfect. The before and after were the problem.
“Alright, well still, I’m making you breakfast! Probably just some bacon and eggs or somethin’ easy. And youu, gotta go shower, you stink” Abigail giggled, exaggeratedly scrunching her nose and sticking her tongue out.
“Damn, ouch sis.” Marin smiled back, putting some fake injury in her voice. “Fair though. I’m gonna have a smoke and then I’ll have a quick shower okay?”
Marin ruffled Abigail’s hair a bit, her little sister practically purring at the touch, before she grabbed her lighter and smokes off the kitchen counter and leaving her phone, while her sister went and familiarized herself with all the kitchen cupboards and drawers. She stepped out onto the incredibly tiny balcony, lit her cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
This was going to take some work. Work she was happy to do, she’d do anything to make sure her little sister stayed with her as long as possible. But it was going to be tough. She needed to keep, whatever was wrong with her, in check. Needed to make sure she kept her baby sister safe, even from herself if it came to it.
She finished up her smoke and headed back inside, her sister now properly starting to cook. Marin went into the bathroom, and got in the shower, quickly washing. She didn’t want to take too long, she was excited at the idea of trying something her sister had made.
Heading back out to the main room, clean and in a fresh set of comfortable clothes, she sat on the couch as her sister handed her a plate. True enough, it was just some scrambled eggs and fried bacon, but it smelled amazing.
The bacon was just crispy enough, and the eggs were that perfect kind of, slightly custard-y that Marin loved. She dug in quickly, scooping up huge mouthfuls.
“Holy shit Abi, this is great oh my god” Marin exhaled appreciatively between throwing more egg into her mouth.
“Come oon, it’s just bacon and eggs, I didn’t even do that much or whatever” Abigail tried to insist, but smiled anyway “I didn’t make that many things at college so, might as well get good at the things I did”
“Good is underselling, this is amazing. You teach me how to make eggs this good, I’ll show you all the stuff I know how to cook, deal?” Marin grinned at her sister, putting her empty plate to the side.
“You teach me what you do with those burritos, I’ll do whatever you fuckin’ want” Abigail nodded enthusiastically.
Marin checked the time, still some hours left before her shift. She’d managed to get the day before off work to help Abigail move, but didn’t take today despite her manager trying to insist she take a bit more time off. She did manage to convince her to start a bit later, though.
“You gotta start gettin’ ready?” Abigail asked, standing up and taking her and Marin’s empty plates to the kitchen.
“Nah, I’ve got a few hours left.” Marin replied lazily, spreading out on the couch. “Did you want to come check it out later tonight?”
“Mmmm, I promised my friends I’d call them and let them know how I was doing with the move and everything, just hang out.” Abigail answered “But maybe I could come tomorrow night?”
“Yeah for sure, whenever you want sis”
Abigail wandered back and dumped herself back on the couch, sitting with her knees up against her chest and nuzzling the cushions.
“So, what about you? Who’ve you got?” Abigail prompted with an eyebrow sticking up.
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“Well, you were asking yesterday about my friends and stuff, what about you? You got any friends or…” her voice getting a slight edge as she continued “Girlfriends?”
Marin laughed loudly, making Abigail jump a little.
“God, no. I didn’t have time for Girlfriends for so long and, I mean I might now but I just don’t really look, yknow?” She said easily “I’m fine with what I’ve got. As for friends, uh… I mean, there’s the folks I work with, the regulars at the bar…” She trailed off. Abigail scoffed a little at her.
“So you’re telling me you just work and come home and that’s it? Ya don’t hang out with anyone?”
“I mean, there’s another bar I go to when I can. Kind of an unofficial dyke bar I guess. I’m kind of regular there, and I meet people there all the time” Marin did her best to make her life sound more social than it was.
Really she went to that bar, twice a month maybe. When she felt pent up.
“You go to meet girls you fuck, ya mean” Abigail snorted, seeing right through her older sister. She smiled playfully, but her eyes were hard.
Marin flushed but kept her voice light and coy. “Maybe, everyone’s got needs” She said back at her sister pointedly. She wondered why she felt like she was being accused of something.
It was Abigails turn for some pink to spread lightly across her face. Marin felt a strange satisfaction and getting her sister off-balance like that.
“Okay, sure, you’ve got time to cruise but you don’t have time for friends?” Abigail kept pushing a little.
“I have a rich interior life” Marin responded matter of factly. Abigail laughed again and threw a pillow at her.
The rest of the day went on like that, easy and light; the two chatting and laughing or otherwise just enjoying each others presence. Eventually, it came time for Marin to get ready for work.
She went and changed into a white button up, keeping the top few buttons undone and her sleeves rolled up, and some black trousers and boots. Truthfully, it was much fancier than the dive bar she worked at warranted, but she liked the separated outfit for her job.
Plus, the looks it got her from plenty of the women that came through was incredibly satisfying. She said goodbye to her sister, giving her a tight hug and kissing her on the forehead, and left.
—
It was incredibly slow. Barely anyone was there, and no one was really passing through. She had expected this, it wasn’t a day where they usually got much traffic, but it was still. So. Boring.
She did her usual idle activities when it was like this, making sure all the glasses were thoroughly cleaned, checking the levels of all the bottles at the front, wiping the counter. She even went and checked the state of the bathroom a couple times, which she usually avoided as best she could. It was always some kind of a mess.
Her manager, Ellie, eventually took pity on her and came over to pretend to work as well, making some light conversation. She asked a lot about Abigail, how it was having her home and what she was like.
She was clearly eager to meet her, and Marin felt a bristle of defensiveness. Over-protectiveness. She started to keep her answers about her little sister shorter and much less detailed, but Ellie seemingly didn’t notice.
Marin was saved by a small group of people, about four, wandering in through the front door. She stood to attention, immediately leaving the conversation, and moved a bit closer to the group.
“Hey hey, what’re you all after?" She asked warmly, looking at each of them until she saw Her.
It was insane. She had red hair, so much like Abigail’s, tied up in space buns. She wore a short black dress, with ripped tights underneath, fishnet gloves on Her arms. She wore a spiked O-Ring choker, and She had a nose ring. Her lipstick was a deep red to match Her hair.
She wandered up to the bar, eyeing Marin up and smiling. Marin was trembling where she stood, and tried to subtly grip the counter for support.
“Hey Handsome” She purred, and Marin felt a shiver run down her spine. “Can I get three glasses of… ugh whatever that is, and a whiskey and coke for me, pretty please?” She pointed at one of the taps, Her voice lilting up at the end, making Marins core clench.
“S-sure hon, whatever you want” Marin managed to spit out, before hurrying to get the drinks. Anything to break eye contact. It wasn’t long enough though, before she had to turn around and face Her again. The drinks lined the bar, and one of Her friends came forward to tap their card and pay.
Not-Abigail grabbed Her drink with a straw, and carefully put it in Her mouth, licking the end slightly. She looked up at Marin through thick eyelashes, blinking slow and pointedly. Marin swallowed, her throat dry.
“Thanks sweetheart!” Not-Abigail smiled, finally moving away with Her friends to go sit in the corner. Marin let out a breath, her eyes trailing Her until she noticed Ellie, who had apparently been smirking at her the whole time.
Marin ignored it. She loved the back and forth banter and teasing she’d have with her boss whenever a pretty girl walked in. But Ellie didn’t know what was really happening right now. She had no idea about the war of conflicted feelings and hot guilt that was raging inside of Marin.
She tried to keep herself “busy” like before, but it was so quiet she couldn’t really distract herself. She kept stealing glances over at the group, unable to help herself. Every time, she’d lock eyes with Her. It was like She was staring at Marin, hungrily. Every look, every sip of Her drink, made Marin shake a bit more. She needed to get out, get some air, escape.
“I’m uh, gonna have a smoke” she called out roughly to Ellie, who just nodded and moved up to the bar.
She rushed to the front, feeling Not-Abigails eyes stare into her back as she went. Marin burst through the door, and went round into a side alley, leaning against the wall. She lit a cigarette and shoved it into her mouth, inhaling desperately, clutching at the burn in her throat and lungs like a lifeline.
The pleasurable buzz and slight head rush going miles to help ground her again. Still, she was breathing greedily, and it wasn’t long before she needed to light up a second time. She didn’t usually chain smoke like this, but right now she didn’t care.
She was half way through her second cigarette, having managed to get her breathing right and the rest of herself under some semblance of control. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
“Hey there Handsome” came Her voice, shattering the small refuge Marin had built. She opened her eyes to find Not-Abigail right in front of her, looking up through lidded eyes and biting Her lip. Marin felt like she was going to explode. Not-Abigail came even closer, and trailed Her hands down Marins collar and then her chest.
“Got a smoke for me?” She asked, sounding so innocent but Her eyes looking anything but. Marin was on fire. Her fingers were itching, her cunt was aching painfully. She wasn’t as wet as the night before, but it was enough.
She moved before she even realised, gripping Not-Abigail by Her hips and spinning, rapidly shifting places. She pinned Her gently but firmly against the wall, one hand splayed against the bricks next to Her head, the other gently grabbing Her chin. Not-Abigail giggled, and licked Her lips, and Marin surged forward.
Their lips met each other hungrily, desperately pushing against each other. Marins tongue quickly swiped at Her lips, and She opened her mouth eagerly, letting Marins tongue inside. Marin licked, sweeping her tongue over Hers, almost growling as she did.
She was soft, and she tasted like the sweet cola and whiskey, and She was Wrong. The impostor was moaning into her mouth, grabbing desperately at Marins collar, her arms, whatever She could get hold of. The sound was pleasant, keening, hot and desperate. And it was Wrong.
Marin shoved her thigh between Her legs, and could immediately feel it. The Heat, the Want. She grabbed Not-Abigail by the hips with both hands, broke the kiss to move her head next to Hers, and started to move her up and down.
Not-Abigail eagerly got the message, accepting the encouragement to grind and buck Her hips into Marins muscles. She took the freedom the new position gave Her to suck and bite and Marins neck, taking Her time to leave deep marks as she went.
It was rough, and fast, and desperate. And honestly, it was pretty good. The loud, cocky part of Marins brain should be crowing at how quickly they went from eye-fucking, to actually fucking. But she felt grim.
She couldn’t get over the fact that this Wasn’t Her Sister. It was right though. It felt Wrong, but it was right. She should be fucking someone else. Anyone Else. A replacement wasn’t great, but it was a start. Her hands should be on anyone but her baby sister.
Not-Abigails voice was starting to crack, Her moans and whines coming faster and pitching higher and higher. She was close, Marin could tell. Marin forced Her down against her thigh even harder and kept the pace, grinding Her down more and more.
She bucked wildly and started to spasm, stopping Herself from screaming by biting down hard on Marins neck, moaning into her skin. She coaxed Not-Abigail through Her orgasm, slowing to a stop and just holding Her as She panted. It wasn’t any kind of affectionate aftercare or cuddling. She was simply frozen in place.
When finally She caught Her breath and could stand on Her own, Not-Abigail tapped Marin on the shoulder. She backed up, and released her grip.
“Fuck, christ. Thanks baby” She said, fixing up the edges of Her lipstick as best as she could “Maybe I’ll come visit you tomorrow, hmm?”
She winked, and then left the alleyway, heading back inside. Marin just stood, staring at the now empty space. She was empty. She didn’t think much of Abigail’s Stand-In saying she might come around again.
Shit, if emptily fucking her every day was how she kept herself under control, until she could stop being so sick, then why not. Maybe it’d even work.
Marin went back inside, not paying attention to the pointed smirk Ellie was giving her. She didn’t even look up when Not-Abigail left.
The rest of the night was quiet.
—
Marin stumbled through the front door of her apartment. Numbly, she took her boots off and dropped her keys. Her bedroom door was still open, but the light was on. She moved towards it, peering round the door frame, and coming to a stop. Abigail was in her bed, again.
She was all wrapped up in the quilts, hugging Marins pillow to her chest. She must’ve just fallen asleep, or been dozing off when Marin arrived. She looked perfect, like a painting or photograph that should be hung in a place of pride.
Marin thought she could feel any worse tonight. She was wrong. Abigail stirred and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, yawning adorably. Tears stung Marins eyes.
“Hey, Mare-Mare. I was waiting, for you. Thought we could have another sleepove-” Abigail yawned, and then froze as she looked up at Marin. Her eyes went wide, and hollow. Slowly, a cruel smile stretched across her face.
“Oh. Nevermind. You probably don’t want to share after getting Fucked so hard, huh?” She got out of the bed, carelessly throwing Marins pillow, and started for the door.
“Hey, wait a sec, I didn’t say anythi-” Marin started, reaching to grab her little sister by the arm. Abigail recoiled away from her, and Marins heart broke.
“No, you didn’t. Don’t have to. You look like you’ve been fucking mauled. Didn’t even wash the lipstick off.” Her little sister spat, grabbing the ends of her hair, still smiling that awful smile while tears ran down her face.
The words ran through Marins heart like bullets. She tried to muster herself, act defensive, even if she didn’t feel it.
“Weren’t you telling me I need a social life? And how’s it your business anyway?” She tried, her voice still sounding weak.
“It isn’t. So don’t fucking tell me. I don’t want to know anything about it.” Her little sister barged past her into the hallway, and slammed the door to her own room.
Marin stood for a few moments, tears falling freely. She quietly inched towards the door to Abigail’s room, and pressed her ear against it. The sounds of quiet sobbing filled her head. She retreated, heading back to her own room.
She turned the light off, stripped down completely, and fell into bed. She started crying in earnest too. Trying her hardest to pretend she didn’t know why Abigail was so upset. It was better this way. She kept telling herself that, over and over again.
The hours of the night slowly crawled by.
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