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Author's Note: This is the first chapter of a three part story.
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"I'm home."
Kathy's heart rose as she heard her sister's voice, followed by the urgent slamming of the front door. It was always like this now. Every time she saw her, heard her, her mouth went dry and her heart seemed to beat just that little bit faster. Of course it hadn't always been like this. She'd always been close to her sister, despite the four years between them. But it had been like this for the last five months.
Since they'd become lovers.
Kathy met Suzy in the hallway. They stopped and stared at each other for just a moment before taking that last step and falling into each others embrace. Kathy felt Suzy's arms sliding around her waist just as she draped hers around her sister's neck. They kissed gently, their lips moving easily against each other. Suzy's tongue appeared first, licking slowly along Kathy's lips before slipping between them. Kathy moaned against her sister's mouth, against her invasion, her nipples throbbing as their tongues danced together.
Suzy could feel her own body responding to Kathy's, her sisters responding to hers. She felt a flood of wetness to her pussy. She could hardly believe that they had only been apart for an hour -- or that she had left their bed to run the errand that she had just returned from after getting the phone call they'd been hoping for that day.
They broke their kiss breathlessly and stepped apart. Suzy held her sisters arms, glancing down to where she knew her nipples would be threatening to break through the long tee shirt that was all her sister was wearing.
"Did you get it? Did you open it?" Kathy asked at last.
"Yes," Suzy told her with a husky laugh, before adding as she took Kathy's hand, "And no ... let's open it together ... and try it."
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It had all started fifteen months earlier. The phone call had come in the middle of the night, the sort of phone call you dread, the sort that nothing can ever prepare you for.
The call had been surprisingly short. But by the end of it, Kathy knew that Dick, her husband of almost twenty years, was dead. There had been an accident -- a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road and it was all over. Dick had never stood a chance.
Kathy had been numb for weeks afterwards. During the funeral, she had clung to Jason, her eighteen year old son, and to Suzy. A week after the funeral, she had insisted that Jason go back to College, that Suzy go back to her own husband, that she wanted to be alone.
She had roamed through the huge house, with its secluded gardens and outdoor pool, wondering what would become of her. The house was highly mortgaged, a decision they had taken based on Dick's glittering future at the company he'd worked for since leaving university. But a few weeks later, Kathy had realised that Dick was still looking after her. The mortgage was insured, Dick's life was insured, his company had him insured. Suddenly, Kathy was a rich woman, with a large house free of any debt, a healthy income from Dick's pension plans, and more money in the bank than she could spend.
For several months she struggled on alone, buoyed by Jason's breaks from College, and an occasional visit from Suzy. Despite her financial position, Kathy kept working, staying on as a part time graphic designer, a job she loved and had done for the last five years.
But seven months after Dick died, the phone rang again in the middle of the night.
Kathy's heart was pounding as she sat bolt upright in bed, the ringing of the phone tearing through her head as if it had physically reached out and shaken her awake. Her hand was shaking as she reached out for the phone, hardly daring to touch it, let alone pick it up and speak, as all sorts of terrible thoughts rushed through her head.
"No," she told herself, "No ... no ... no ... not Jason ... not again ..."
But it was Suzy.
Kathy knew straight away that her sister was upset, was crying, that something was wrong.
"Kathy," she'd wailed.
It took a few minutes to get it out of her, but Doug, Suzy's drunk of a husband, had gone one step too far -- and had hit her. For Suzy, once was once too often, and she had stormed out of the house, a marriage that for her had been disintegrating for years finally over. She had wandered the streets for hours, numb at the suddenness of something she had known for a long time was inevitable. In the end, as she woke up the dangers of walking the streets alone at night, she had phoned her sister.
"I'm coming for you," she told her younger sister straightway, already grabbing whatever clothes were within reach.
"Okay," the relief obvious in Suzy's voice.
"Where are you?" Kathy had continued, pulling a sweatshirt on over the tee shirt she habitually wore to bed.
"Near the shops."
Kathy knew immediately where Suzy meant. Despite the size of the city, there was only one "the shops" to them.
"Go into MacDonald's, you'll be safe there," Kathy told her, taking control as she dragged her jeans on as quickly as she could, any thoughts of underwear forgotten.
She staggered along the hallway, grabbing her mobile phone and keys from the hall table before rushing outside, just about remembering to slam the door behind her.
As soon as she was in the car, Kathy pushed her phone into the hands free cradle and phoned Suzy's mobile. She spoke to her as she raced the five miles into the city centre in record time. She spoke to Suzy to make sure that she was safe, never mentioning what had happened between her and Doug. As she screeched to a halt outside MacDonald's, Suzy burst through the door. They clung to each other in the front of the car before Kathy drove home in silence.
It was only when they were safely in Kathy's kitchen, the two of them sat across the table from each other nursing steaming cups of cocoa that Suzy broke down and the whole story poured out. Kathy let her speak, hardly saying a word as everything poured out. Suzy spoke rapidly, tears running down her cheeks as she told Kathy everything she'd wanted to tell her for so long, but hadn't as Kathy had so much on her mind already. Kathy cried as well, for herself, for Suzy, for what they'd lost, because she hadn't been there for her sister.
The next day they both missed work. Suzy borrowed some of Kathy's clothes and they lounged around, talking about everything they wished they'd spoken about before. It was clear that there was no going back for Suzy.