This is the second chapter of a brother-sister romance, seen through the eyes of the brother's bisexual girlfriend. To recap: Valerie, a cute blonde twentysomething, lives happily in a lakeside town with Cal, her loving and well-hung boyfriend. However, when Cal's tall, beautiful younger sister Anya comes to visit, Valerie finds her bisexual tendencies aroused. She begins to fall in love with Anya, and fantasises about seducing her.
The incestuous relationship is built up more in this chapter, and the lesbian/bisexual elements between Valerie and Anya also get much more explicit. Be aware, there is also a lot of pissing in this chapter, as well as a backstory involving abusive relationships. Comments are welcome.
Warnings: Piss, Lesbian Sex
All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.
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The darkening skies were reflected blue and grey in the still waters of the lake. It was early in the evening, but the sun was sinking fast and the street lights were coming on across town. The Saturday night crowds were beginning to gather on the waterfront, bustling into the bars and clubs that overlooked the water. The air was cool, verging on chilly, promising a cold night ahead.
Valerie sat in the passenger seat of Cal's car as he drove her and Anya to their evening drinks. She watched distractedly as the town went by through the window, the flashy shopfronts and new-build apartments of the lakeside giving way to the quieter streets of the suburbs and the dark, ragged outline of the surrounding pine forest. She glanced over her shoulder to see Anya, tall and quiet and palely beautiful, sitting in the back seat of the car. The younger girl was wearing a pretty, long-sleeved blue dress whose cut nicely flattered her slender curves. That familiar ache of longing rose up in Valerie again. She couldn't wait to have Anya alone to herself.
It had been a deeply frustrating week. Work had been absolutely hectic - Valerie was beginning to silently regret her promotion; it seemed like her twenty percent raise had come with a hundred percent workload increase. She and Cal traded lustful text messages every lunchtime, but for her it was more out of habit than anything else. All she could think about was Anya, and coming home to see that tall, luscious girl lounging around in her dressing gown, so close yet just out of reach, was nearly unbearable.
Valerie and Cal still fucked every night, and she made sure to moan and cry out at the top of her lungs each time. There was no way Anya couldn't hear them, sleeping in her cosy guestroom just down the corridor. Valerie hoped to provoke the younger girl out of her comfort zone, bring out her more sexual nature. But Anya was clearly too shy to mention it, and she kept giving Cal those furtive, desirous looks when she thought nobody was watching. Her attitude to Valerie remained as it was before - good-natured, courteous, but quiet and totally platonic. It seemed hopeless.
Now, though, the weekend was finally upon them, and things were looking up. Some of Cal's old school friends were visiting for the first time in months, and he wanted to have a boys' night on the waterfront with them. It suited Valerie perfectly, as it gave her an excuse to take Anya for some drinks of their own. Cal had agreed to drop them off at Valerie's favourite haunt, an upmarket wine bar on the outskirts. "You'll have to get Anni home, though, babe," he'd warned Valerie as they set off. "Pretty sure I'm gonna be too drunk to drive in a couple hours."
"I'll take care of her," Valerie promised him.
As the car rounded a corner onto a winding, tree-lined lane, Valerie looked back at Anya again, trying to catch her eye. When Anya met her gaze, she smiled faintly, and Valerie's heart fluttered. She wanted to kiss her so very badly. She felt a quick jolt of guilt, remembering that Cal was right next to her. It seemed like so recently that he'd been all she wanted, and the thought of his leanly muscular body and his huge, beautiful cock still gave her a tremor of inner delight. She hadn't stopped wanting him, she tried to reassure herself. It was just that she wanted his sister more.
The wine bar was a hidden gem located on the very edge of town, where the neat suburban streets gave way to the dark pine forest. It billed itself as a quiet but trendy escape from the everyday bustle, and attracted a wealthy, relatively young clientele. Valerie had always preferred that sort of place to the packed, deafening clubs of the waterfront. Cal pulled up in the bar's little gravelled parking lot to let the two girls climb out. Valerie was in high heels, but Anya just wore some neat white plimsolls. She was obviously quite self-conscious about being so tall, and in heels she would have even rivalled Cal in height.
"Have a good night, babe," Cal said, kissing Valerie goodbye as she got out of the car. "You too, Anni." He smiled warmly at Anya, whose answering smile was, as always, faintly sad.
Cal drove off, and Valerie led Anya into the warmly-lit, understated interior of the bar. It wasn't too crowded this early in the evening, and they found a cosy booth near the back, out of sight of most of the other patrons. Valerie insisted on buying their drinks. "You're the guest, Anni. This is my treat," she said. It was more than just generosity that motivated her. She was eager to get Anya to open up, and she trusted alcohol to be the necessary social lubricant.
It turned out that Anya really liked her wine - she drank several large glasses of pale chardonnay, in surprisingly quick succession. Valerie, meanwhile, paced herself with a half-bottle of good Australian shiraz. She watched Anya's reserved manner grow more and more loose and cheerful as she drank. After the younger girl had been so shy all week, it was a genuinely pleasant sight to see her happy. Valerie also found it quite titillating to see her drink so much, knowing that she would have to piss it all out later on.
No longer so reticent, Anya chatted happily about herself - her dancing, her language studies, how it had been growing up with Cal in their luxurious country home. She blushed as Valerie told her a few scandalous stories from her wild teenage years. She was meeting Valerie's gaze more readily now, and wearing a quietly happy smile. She was so beautiful when she smiled; her delicately pretty face lit up with such warmth and sweetness that Valerie couldn't help staring at her.
"I like you, Vali," Anya said as she finished her fourth glass. Her soft voice was a little louder and her words faintly slurred from the wine.
"Awww. I like you too, honey," Valerie replied cheerily.
"You make my brother happy. He loves you. I can see it. You're so cute together."
"I love Cal," Valerie said, not quite knowing if she was telling the truth and feeling guilty for it. "He's the best thing in my life. He's given me everything."
"I'm so glad he has you. I...I wish I could..." Anya trailed off. She seemed to have lost her train of thought entirely, because she sat there for a moment, then suddenly giggled like a schoolgirl. "Um, you and him are...really noisy. At night."
Valerie grinned at her, secretly pleased that Anya's thoughts were turning to sex. "Oh, do we disturb you? Sorry, Anni, you know how it is."
"He makes you moan so loud." Anya's smile was adorably shy. "I know he's...um..."
"What?" Valerie feigned a look of total innocence.
"Oh, you know. Like..." Anya looked down sheepishly. "I shouldn't say it. He's my brother."
"Don't be shy, Anni, you can say anything to me."
