Chapter 5 -
Cassie
...wherein histories are shared, a game ends with two winners, and an education is threatened.
"My..."
"Hi!... Vicki... I'm, um, Cassie, and... this is pretty weird for me too. But... I'm really happy to finally meet you!"
All Vicki could do was watch as Cassie walked closer and closer towards her. She stood locked in place, the sight of her smiling doppelganger already almost too much for her mind to handle. None of this made any sense. She didn't have a sister, that would be... no, this was definitely some kind of joke... but...
"She looks just like me..."
had barely raced through her thoughts when the long-haired blonde closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Vicki in the most reassuring hug the dumbfounded teenager had ever known.
"I always wanted a sister..." breezed like cotton candy through Vicki's left ear, her sister's voice so similar to her own, but just so slightly off, which somehow, in ways Vicki would never be able to verbalize, made it all the more pleasing.
Vicki didn't know how long their hug lasted, or for how long it took for her to reach up and place her own hands across Cassie's back once it had started. Their chins rested comfortably on each other's shoulders as they stood together in the silent living room of the Tate household. Their mom, Jeannie, stood off to the side a few feet away, completely forgotten about by both Vicki and Cassie as the two girls held each other close, tears forming in both of their eyes.
Vicki kept her eyelids shut as Cassie's hands—soft, small hands that felt just like her own—pressed against her body, moving ever so slightly in different directions every few seconds as if to confirm that the girl underneath them truly existed. The new reality that Vicki had a sister, one that looked... and felt... and smelled... just like her destroyed everything that came before, leaving in its wake splinters and half-formed ideas of what the next few hours, days, and even years might hold.
Though ill-prepared for being on the receiving end of her sister's warm embrace so suddenly after learning about her in the first place, Vicki soon discovered being squeezed by Cassie, and returning her hug in full, felt like the most natural thing in the world. As the freshly-introduced sisters continued to explore the still-unreal tangibility of the other, and especially because the proportions of Cassie's body matched that of Vicki's in very noticeable ways, Vicki soon found herself getting lost in the gentle flattening of her chest against her twin's, the soothing pressure of both of their enormous racks buffeting against each other impossible to ignore.
However, "all good things", and Cassie finally pulled away from Vicki, her reluctance palpable. The left edge of her lips brushed past Vicki's cheek, leaving a nearly imperceptible streak of saliva behind, dotting the brunette's tanned skin.
"I'm... I'm sorry for just glomping onto you like that... I was thinking so much about what I would say, what I would do, when... when, you know, when we met for the first time... simply just giving you a big giant hug wasn't even part of the plan!"
Standing just a foot away, Vicki gazed at the all-too-familiar face gleaming back at her. Would she ever get used to this?
"Oh?" Vicki replied, matching her twin's bright smile. "What
was
the plan, then?"
"I, uh, sort of imagined that there would be more of a... firm-handshake-nice-to-meet-you kind of situation? And now that I say it out loud, I'm really glad I just went in for the hug."
"Yeah, me too."
Mentally kicking herself, Vicki hoped that Cassie didn't notice her eyes' quick dart downward to the blonde's similarly oversized chest.
"So..." Vicki began, glancing at her mom, whose face wore a mix of worry, relief, and clear affection for both of the teenage girls standing before her.
"Mom, I... I'm not mad, I'm not, I promise. I'm just... I really need to know what's going on. When you left on Friday, you said you had a job thing, but now I have a sister, and that is honestly something I'm still wrapping my head around, and I really can't wait to know everything about you, Cassie, but please... mom... what is...?"
"Okay, right, yes, um, how about we all sit down, and I'll... I'll explain. Cassie is already up to date, as, uh, you've probably guessed, and um..."
"Here Vicki, sit next to me... please?" Cassie interrupted, taking Vicki's hands in her own.
"Of... of course, I would love that."
Cassie and then Vicki plopped down right beside each other on the couch, while Jeannie took a slow and measured seat on the coffee table directly in front of them. Vicki, having had no time to change since she arrived home, was still lewdly squeezed into the tight black t-shirt she had worn to Celia's, and only because of the current situation the three Tate girls found themselves in, nobody had gotten around to asking her why she was wearing bikini bottoms instead of shorts or a skirt. Beside her, Cassie's sky blue sundress billowed about her sister's body, catching every whiff of air that passed by. It did a slightly better job of downplaying her pronounced curves, but still proved no match for her gigantic breasts, clearly equal to Vicki's in both size and weight. Like Vicki, she was also currently going braless, and every slight shift of her body caused her spectacular udders to wobble and sway beneath the thin cotton.
Directly before her, wearing a smart white blouse and long navy blue skirt, Jeannie sat with her legs pressed together, her knees angled, and her tiny perfect ankles crossed beneath her. Her hands sat in her lap, and Vicki could see a hidden sheen of nervous sweat coating her palms whenever they tilted towards her. She exuded beauty and elegance effortlessly, and a large part of Vicki's heart wrenched in agony knowing that if this was any other normal Sunday afternoon, she would have already shed all her clothes and welcomed her mom home with the deepest and longest kisses she could offer, followed by the slowest and sloppiest blowjob that a daughter could provide, fully aware that it all still wouldn't be enough to lay bare the endless reserve of glowing love and searing lust she always felt towards her mother.
But... clearly she had known Vicki had a sister for, well, her entire life, and had... had... purposefully kept this...
HER!
... a secret. Wanting to give her mom the benefit of the doubt clashed with brutal pangs of sadness and confusion, and before Jeannie had even started talking, rivers of tears flowed down the teenager's cheeks.
"It's okay, Vicki... it's okay," Cassie whispered, obviously unable to ignore Vicki's fragile emotional state, now completely on display.
With the most tender of movements, Cassie brushed aside the hair on the side of Vicki's face, and kissed her sister on the same cheek her lips had briefly encountered earlier, placing her half-open mouth directly over the stream of tears leaking from Vicki's reddened eyes.
"It's alright, beautiful," Cassie quietly encouraged, before kissing Vicki's cheek again, and then a third time, her soft lips feasting on the rivulets of salty pearls running down her sister's face.
Vicki's growing embarrassment of openly crying in front of her mom and sister (whom she had only known for like ten minutes!) dwindled by the second as Cassie delicately kissed her tears away, the combination of her sibling's warm breath against her skin, Cassie's comforting fingers intertwined with her own, and the barely-audible, rhythmic smacks of her sister's lips echoing through her ears all doing wonders in making Vicki feel like her world truly was as stable as she felt it was before walking through that front door.
