[Previously: Kimberly is dealing with the turmoil of loving both her sisters, and keeping those feelings secret from the other. And that's without the recent death of her parents to consider...]
ONE WEEK LATER
Cassie came home later than usual. It was Monday 8th, the evening before the hearing at the lawyer's office and I was still kicking my heels at home (my new home, I had to keep reminding myself). I had thought about calling or going to see Amanda. Not for the sex. Good God, I was getting more sex than I thought was possible. Almost too much for my overactive hormones. Almost. No, I felt like calling Amanda at low points when I wanted someone else to talk to. But then I could hear the whine in her voice and I knew that I'd be re-opening a Pandora's box of emotions, for both her and me.
So as the date of the will-reading edged closer, I'd re-immersed myself in my old studies, taking my mind off the constant battle between desperate need for sex with both my sisters, and the awful guilt of feeling as though I were betraying both of them. Jennifer had gone to work during the day, but had come home early. We had fucked, of course (it was almost a fait accompli if I were alone with either sister). A real lesbian quickie on the kitchen table. Jenifer had fucked me with a cucumber that was so cold it numbed my pussy. I had never been vegetable-fucked before, and could imagine no-one else but Jennifer, with her love of wild, no-limits sex, doing it to me. I had come all over the cucumber, squirting my orgasm down the length of the green organic dildo as Jennifer pressed her lips against mine and I squeezed hard against her breasts. As quick as I had come, Jen had washed the cucumber and returned it to the fridge (a part of me could not believe that she still intended for it to be eaten). Then she went up to shower and change. Throughout that quickie, Jen had not even taken her suit jacket off.
It was as I emptied another tin of tomatoes into the rich bolognaise sauce that Jennifer came downstairs, dressed casually in a pair of shorts a t-shirt and a jogging top. The shorts showed off her long, smooth legs and her sweater hid those high, pert breasts I had rubbed on not twenty minutes earlier.
"Mmmm. Smells good" said, coming up to the cooker. She smiled at me, kissed me briefly on the lips, and flopped onto one of the chairs by the kitchen table.
"Do you know when Cassie's coming home?" I said.
Jen stifled a yawn, stretched her arms up high (making her breasts strain against the sweater, I noticed). "She should have been home ages ago. We've got the meeting tomorrow. I wanted us all to sit down and talk it through."
"Mmm."
I was about to ask Jen something about the legal process; something trivial and really just for the sake of conversation when there was a crashing noise outside the front door. Jen and I looked at each other. Jennifer was getting up to investigate when we heard the door key sound and our sister, Cassie, walked in. She looked dreadful.
I dropped the wooden spoon I had been using into the pot, heedless of whether it would sink in the bolognaise, and ran over to Cassie. My younger sister's thick hair was messed up, long strands of it uncoiled from the thick braids she preferred to keep them in. She looked as though she'd been crying and had that worn look of someone who was either mentally or physically fatigued.
"Hey hey, what is it?" I said, setting my arms against her shoulders and feeling her arms through the thick fabric of her green coat. Cassie looked up at me first, then Jennifer, then sighed.
"I -uh. I don't know, Kimby." Hearing that pet name from Cassie's lips made me shiver a little. Taking her elbow, I led her into the kitchen diner where Jen had pulled out a chair for Cassie to sit on.
"Are you hurt?" said Jennifer, concern heavy in her voice. "Did something happen to you?"
Cassie waved a hand in dismissal. "I -uh. I got a text."
"A text?" Jen and I said it at the same time; looked up at one another, then back to Cassie.
"Look."
Cassie held out her cellphone and Jen took it. She checked the mail function, knotted her eyebrows, frowned, then handed it to me. I looked at the LED screen:
"You will get nothing from her parent's will, unless you call me. Do not tell your sisters."
"Who is it from?" I said. Cassie looked up at me, her eyes wide.
"I don't know." she said. I went to hand her the cellphone back but she shook her head a little. I put it back on the table. There was a moment of awkward silence, then Jen - sensible wonderful Jen - said exactly the right thing.
"Well whoever the fuck it is, they've got no right sending shitty texts like that. Cassie, go take a bath upstairs. Kimberly, you help me get dinner done. We're going to ignore that stupid text and open at least three bottles of wine to have with this excellent Italian. Now come on. Someone's just trying to spook us before the reading tomorrow, and we're not going to let them; right?"
"Right!" I said, sounding more convinced than I felt. "Come on Cass" I said, taking her hand and giving her a peck on the cheek. Cassie looked up, gave me a smile, then slowly got up from the table, as though she were an old lady instead of the young, beautiful and healthy woman she was.
Cassie took a few deep breaths, then smiled at me and Jennifer in turn.
"Scum-bags, huh?" she said, shaking her head a little.
"Damn straight" I replied.
Cassie went upstairs and to the main bathroom. When she was safely out of sight and earshot, Jennifer picked up Cassie's cellphone and picked the mail function again. Then she drew out her own cellphone from her jeans pocket and called up her phonebook function.
"Look" she said, handing me both cellphones at once. I took them and stared at the screen. Cassie's had the number from the abusive text. Jennifer's had the same number with the name "Barbara C" next to it.
"Barbara C?"
"The blonde bitch who just made it out last week before you were going to tramp her triangle with your boot."
"Oh. Oh!"
"Yeah. Bitch must have decided this as some kind of twisted revenge or something."
I was stunned for a few moments. Had my anger; my rage, sent Barbara over the edge? On a course of vicious revenge at a woman who she'd never met, just to get back at me? And how in hell did she get Cassie's cellphone number?
I put the cellphones back down, carefully lest I threw them in anger. I fumbled for words several times, trying to come up with the right thing to say. Eventually, I found it.
"Bitch."
Jennifer nodded. "Yeah. And tomorrow, we're going to do a bit of sorting out, believe you me."
"Tomorrow?" I said. "We should be out there right now looking for that bitch! What if she-?"
"We're switching all our cellphones off." said Jen, interrupting me. "And taking the house phone off the hook. And not answering the door. Because tonight, we are doing exactly what I said; We're going to eat, drink and be merry. If not for us, then for Cassie."
I nodded, happy to be corrected out of my bad mood. "So, you want me to fix up this pasta, yeah?"
"No. I want you to go upstairs and check up on Cassie; make sure she's alright. I'll get things sorted out here."
"But I-"
"No buts Kimberly, please. Go and check up on Cassie."
Jen stepped up to me and bent her head slightly. She kissed me very lightly on the lips and I felt her fingers dance over my left breast, making me tingle.
"And remember," she said, replacing her lips with a 'shush-up' finger against mine, "Not a word to Cassie about you and me. You promised, right?"
I nodded, feeling giddy at the swirl of thoughts with the tingling prospect of kissing and fucking Jennifer spiralling one way, and the thought of helping a naked Cassie into the bath swirling the other.
"Okay." I said, turning to walk away. God! I thought. Why couldn't the best sex in my life just be normal?
*****
I knocked quietly on the door as I got to the bathroom.
"Hey Cassie, are you in there?" I said.
