My sister and I love each other, but we fight constantly. We're always saying something rude about one other's hair, clothes, whatever, it doesn't matter, we quarrel. It's getting to the point were Daddy will put in ear plugs if he's home with us for too long.
The other night, we thought Daddy might turn us over on his knee like he did when we were younger. We were in the bathroom, standing side by side. I looked over and up at my sister; I hated the fact that she was taller than me. She stands five foot seven inches tall, and I a mere five foot even. I think I also resented the fact that she was older than me. We're two years apart, she's 21 and I'm 19. We both have red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, some people have mistaken us for twins, but we're a year apart. Our bodies are different, she doesn't have much in the way of boobs, 36A, is all her cup size is, and I tease her about it all the time. Me, my boobs are a 36D. She doesn't have much in the way of hips either, very narrow she is, and I tell her she looks like a boy, which pisses her off. I got the better body entirely, I have a very shapely figure, and no one could ever mistake me for a boy. I was telling her that she needed to change her outfit, or buy clothes that fit her better. All her clothes drape off of her like potato sacks; she was yelling at me, telling me that I dressed like a slut and I should be more conservative, when Daddy burst through the door.
"That's enough! I want to hear no more from either one of you! You are driving me insane! You two are too old for this!"
My sister's first reaction is to get defensive and I let her go first.
"Dad, she started it!"
I looked up at Daddy sheepishly.
"No I didn't Daddy. I was just being honest. I can't help it if she can't stand to hear some criticism."
Daddy looked down at me. He knew what I was doing, but he always sided with me.
"You aren't dressed very well at all, Eliza."
"You always side with her!"
She turned and gave me a mean look and I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Jessica! That's enough from you too."
I put my eyes down and nodded my head.
"Sorry Daddy I won't do it again."
My sister humphed my way and I moved past her. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Daddy's cheek. "Sorry to make you angry Daddy."
He patted me on the head and smiled down.
"It's okay Darling. I just wish you two girls would get along."
"I'll try real hard Daddy."
I gave him another kiss, and as I got back behind him I stuck my tongue out at my sister again.
"Daddy! Look! Look what she's doing!"
Daddy didn't turn around.
"That's enough Eliza! Get on out of here and go to bed!"
The bickering continued of course, until there was a break when Eliza was out with her boyfriend. I was in my room, reading and listen to music, actually enjoying the fact that she wasn't at home. I really hated fighting with her, but I couldn't ever stop myself from doing it. I heard the front door close and Eliza run up the stairs. I also heard Daddy yelling.
"Eliza, is everything alright?"
"Fine, Daddy, everything's fine!"
From the tone of her voice I knew she was okay. So, I went back to reading. I only got a few lines into the book when my door burst open and in came Eliza looking all flushed and fluttered.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
I fought with my sister a lot but I felt protective over her as well.
"Nothing. Well, okay something happened, but it wasn't wrong."
"What? You lost me somewhere in there."
"Oh Jess, it was fuckin' great!"
My eyes widened, my sister doesn't speak like that.
"Okay, what was it? C'mon you gotta tell me!"
"I did it."
I watched Eliza go to the door, check the hall, and then close the door completely.
"You did what?"
"You know!"
"No, I don't. What did you do?"
"Don't make me mad! Not tonight!"
"I'm not trying to make you mad; I don't know what the hell it is you're talking about."
"I had sex."
"Oh, that it?"
"What do you mean, is that it?"
"Well, by the way you came in here I thought maybe you'd had the shit fucked outta ya or something. Just having sex isn't anything special."
"You've had sex before?"
"Ummm..yeah, and I've had the shit fucked outta me too. I like the fucking better."
"You never told me!"
"Why would I tell you?"
She looked so disappointed, and I felt bad. I sighed and patted my bed.
"Come here and sit down. Tell me all about it. What did you do?"
"Everything."
I laughed, "no really what did you do?"
She blushed and started telling me.
"We started off with kissing."
"Huh-uh. There a good part coming up soon?"
"Oh shut up and listen. Then he like started touching my breasts, and I started to get really hot by that. So when he put his hand up my skirt this time I let him do it. He started rubbing on me, and oh god it felt so good, and I just couldn't stop him and he put his penis...."
I made a face and she stopped talking.
"What?"
"Don't say penis."
"Why?"
"Sounds too freakin' technical. I hate that word, penis. Say cock, cock is much better."
"Okay, so he put his ummmm...cock in me, and we had sex."
"Where'd he come?"
She blushed again.
"C'mon, you didn't let him come inside you did you? I know you are not on the pill or anything."
"No, he didn't do that."
"Then where!"