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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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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.

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.

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