As I try to fall asleep, I occupy my mind with my destination once we separate. It won't be easy to find, reach, or search, I'll need to bring enough provisions and to prepare a long-range scanning construct as I travel.
It's good Leomi agreed to take care of the Little one, I would have had to leave it behind for that trip and then come back. I hear Leomi twist and turn inside her blankets. I do my best not to mind it.
“What is it?” I ask, having succeeded in not minding it for a full second.
“I can't settle down.” Leomi mutters. It's a trick, don't forget she teased us to spoil us! Yes, but that's good, right? Make her work for it, sister!
“Why?” I press.
“I...” She trails off. “Can't stop thinking about what I did.” She answers.
“The drowning? It's fine.” I tell her with a grunt.
“But, I overreacted.” Leomi protests.
“You're the only one who knows if your reaction was comparable to how much we overstepped.” I reply, avoiding to speak of how I felt when held underwater because I really wasn't okay even though it's fine for her to have done it.
“There is no equivalence to be had or sought between us, only consequences.” Leomi Lance replies with a scrappy voice.
Ah, you made her mad. Don't think I can't hear the schadenfreude in your tone. It was just a thought, you can't hear it. You'll suffer too if she loses it, I'll make sure you'll be on the front seat because it's your fault she reacted that way. You were into it as well! Life ain't fair.
“I'm glad you think so, and I do as well. But it's almost instinct for us to retaliate in case of aggression so there is a parity involved in how we react to what the other does.” I explain, feeling like I'm using my brain way too much when I should be sleeping. “You pretty much said so yourself by using the word 'overreacted'.”
“Okay, that's... ugh, true.” Leomi groans, loudly shifting inside her blankets. “You went further than I could handle, but you didn't cross a line.” She murmurs, as if she didn't want to admit this out loud. “I need to know how far past the line I went.” She adds shakily.
“Tchoo!” I sneeze just as I was about to answer.
I hear her shift and then stand up. I smile as she swiftly crosses the room to lie down on the mat next to me but refuse to turn around even as she throws her blankets atop of my own.
“I don't have lines anymore, or rather, they're so screwed up and blurry that they don't make logical sense.” I tell her honestly. “It was pretty horrible but I'm not afraid to confront my fears.” She exhales heavily at my answer.
Do you also get the sense that she's minimizing what we did to her? How she felt? Somewhat, but she provoked us, she pushed us not to hold back. She would have done so whatever the circumstances, it's not in her character to admit weakness during a confrontation, even to us.
She wasn't exactly rational, during and afterward... Is it pride? Definitely, you don't get rid of a lifetime of privilege that easily. She did admit as much, somewhat incoherently. Her instincts and temper didn't help her.
Leomi lifts my covers and slips in with me, pressing her cool cheek against mine. I can't help but chuckle at the stack of four thick blankets she made. My laugh is cut short when I feel a wet sensation on my face, realizing belatedly that she's silently crying.
“Kitten, we wouldn't still love you if tormenting us was all you wanted from the relationship and we would still love you if tormenting us didn't pain you as much as it does because you also crave to make us happy.” I gently tell her.
“Don't tell me that.” Leomi mutters, clearly afraid of herself.
“Regardless of the reason, you are indeed owed our attentions.” Elizabeth berates, hiding the pain Leomi's tears cause behind bravado. “We oblige you because we love you, no matter if you think we owe it to you as a matter of fact because you're that spoiled.”
“I am not spoiled.” Lance utters with a sharp voice. “I am simply too used to the privileges I held.” She adds in a whisper.
Liz smiles pridefully inside our head at the fact our fierce kitten merely shed a single tear. I turn on my left flank to hug her from the side. I reach down and slip my hand under her nightshirt to then take hold of her western mound.
I feel Leomi pass her right arm inside my empty left sleeve and push it between my torso and the mat, briefly lifting me up. Her right hand slides across my back to take hold of my breast from behind. Her left hand soon sneaks inside my pants and underwear to take hold of my buttocks.
“You're my peer but also my rival, I want to win. I expect you to bend the knee or be made to when I so desire.” Leomi jests majestically, making it difficult to determine how serious and how flippant she is being. I doubt Lance herself is able to.
“You want to dominate me, huh?” Liz asks provocatively. “We can have you call for mercy in minutes.” We threaten.
“Hmh.” Leomi snorts dismissively but I can feel her lips move against my cheek to form a smile.
If not for that affront, it would be impossible for me to give up on the round breast that belongs inside my palm. I slide my hand down her flank and start tickling the side of her belly.
“Khh!” She barely manages to muffle her giggles.
“You'll be begging, begging of me, to leave you be.” I sing softly as my fingertips trail down her body, using the slightest brushes to stimulate her sensitive skin.
“Mmph!” She somehow manages to suppress her laughter and make it sound like a protest at the same time.
“You'll be calling, calling for mercy, for you belong to me.” I chant next to her ear while I relentlessly target the inside of her thigh.
“Ah, kh, haha, hr.” She manages to smother herself but it doesn't last long. “Ahahahahhaaha!” Leomi bursts out in a brief fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Haha, kh, sto, pha!”
She jerks up with squirming legs. Her hands grip my ass and chest. Her body's struggle feels like she's caressing me, she apparently can't or won't gather her strength to fight back. With her body arched like it is, I decide to change targets. I slip my hand up to the small of her back and use my fingers to mercilessly end her.
“You'll be pleading, pleading for leniency, my dear Leomi.” I intone, enjoying my improvised melody almost as much as her hilarity.
“Khph, krhahahahahahahahahakh!” She explodes. “I beg of you to leave me be! I call for mercy! I plead for leniency!” She belts out.
My chest seizes with an agonizing pang, a burst of yearning adoration for her. She finished the song for us, she was listening closely in the midst of her ordeal... Kiss her, kiss her now!
While Leomi struggles to catch her breath, I lay my lips on her forehead, temple, cheek, jaw, neck, and shoulder before starting all over again. I desperately kiss her to evacuate the feelings clogging up in my throat, the overwhelming emotions clasped around my heart like a fist.
“I love you so much. I think my heart just broke.” We utter in sync.
In fact, I can feel a point of agony but it is already slowly fading away. Leomi suddenly pulls me atop of her, laying me down on my back with my head resting on her stomach.
“Problem?” She asks shortly, lacking the air to express the worry written on her face in words.
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“No.” I quickly reply.
“Good.” She sighs in relief. “I can have my revenge.” She declares teasingly.
Her hands land on my shoulder and a half. I tense but her fingers start massaging my muscles, turning them loose in moments. An alarm rings in the back of our minds but, as usual, we fail to raise our guard again.
“As expected from my jay, what a courting song.” She murmurs with an amazed voice. “How should I return the favor?” She wonders out loud.
“Have mercy?” I squeal with a fearful voice, more as a way to excite her than from actual fright.
“You shall have none.” Leomi denies instantly with a hard tone.
Her voice, the threat and promise within, makes us shudder in desire. We watch, like spectators, as our body acts by itself on instinct. Our lips part to welcome hers. Our thighs split to invite her touch. Our hand reaches for her cheek to seek comfort.
“Shh. Trust me and close your eyes.” She whispers with a sultry voice.
We do so in spite of the fact she's undoubtedly going to retaliate. It isn't a breach of trust if it's what I expect of her. A mad smile twists my lips. Yet, she doesn't take action to cause me pain and pleasure, to make us feel alive, like we thought.
Her hands merely start caressing me over my clothes. She paws my breast only to gently lift it up and stroke it soothingly. Meanwhile, her other hand rubs my belly without venturing down. It feels excruciating to wait for her to get serious, which is likely the whole point.
Yet my desire gradually cools down from my expectations and I settle down in her grasp to simply enjoy her touch, unable to remain on edge without stimulation. My heartbeat slows down to a crawl, each pulse strong and peaceful.
Surprisingly, minutes pass without her taking advantage of the fact I've melted into her embrace. It seems ludicrous but, perhaps, she never intended to do anything more than to massage me with loving caresses. Our mind starts drifting to the point where we barely realize her hands have stopped moving.
“Do you want me to tease you?” Leomi asks with an affectionate voice. “Be honest.”
“No, this is nice.” I mutter weakly. That's an understatement. Hmm.
“Then sleep, my jay.” She tells me. Her arms tighten around me and she kisses the top of my head. “I'm protecting you.” She adds with a frail voice.
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I wake up with her cool arms still secure around my torso, a warm cocoon of blankets wrapped around us. Hot tears quietly trickle down from the corners of my eyes. It surprises me because I'm not sad or afraid, I feel completely safe.
“Fuh.” I sniff.
“Jay? What is it?” Leomi asks in a hazy voice. She pulls the curly strands of hair preventing her from looking down at my face. “Are you crying?” She asks, sounding panicked.
“No, I'm fine.” I hurriedly deny, shaking my head. “Great, actually.”
“But you're crying.” Leomi says with a tight voice.
“I... I don't understand either.” I tell her.
I flip around inside her arms and place my hand on her left shoulder to support me as I lean in to kiss her soft lips. More and more tears pour out only to fall on her confused face.
“I think we're too happy.” I admit, feeling utterly embarrassed.
“Too happy.” Lance repeats, baffled.
She blinks, her traits briefly freezing from surprise before lighting up like a sun. Her expression grows so bright that I have to look away, mortified. It doesn't stop me from snagging her lower lip to nibble it.
“Hmm.” She exhales, making a yearning sound. “I am too.” She tells me.
She takes hold of the corner of a blanket and uses it to wipe my cheeks and then hers. I lock eyes with her again just as I feel her hands find my buttocks and possessively seize it, allowing me to immediately give her a loving look.
Our legs interlock like it's the most natural thing in the world. We remain as we are for a long, long time. Leomi grinning in delight as I gnaw on her lower lip, suck it, release it for a gentle kiss, and begin the unhurried but passionate cycle anew.
In the end, I affectionately nudge her nose with mine and we get out of the blankets together. She heads outside first to wash while I remain to prepare breakfast. The most remarkable part of our embrace is the absence of sexual tension.
It seems like yesterday helped us stabilize our emotions. Perhaps, we need to lash out once in a while to avoid blowing up. We're thinking about making love to her right now. Which reminds me of the timing.
I move towards the window on the tip of my toes and glimpse through the flaps. Leomi is standing there completely naked, facing the house to fully expose her lithe and chiseled body to the morning sun... and likely me if I peek.
I push the flaps open with the determination not to hide if I am taking advantage of her. Her gaze lazily shifts to me, turning my already hot cheek into a burning mess, not that I look away from her bronze skin.
She reaches behind her back with her hand, plunging it in the bucket resting on the edge of the well. She takes the washing cloth out without breaking eye contact even as water droplets drip on her feet. I swallow my saliva with difficulty.
We can't wait anymore, we need to get engaged or we might end up sane. Leomi slowly glances down to her body and starts rubbing her chest, her superb body undulating seductively. I can't help but press my thighs together to relieve the pressure building up.
She leans down to wash her ankles before turning around, somehow ending up bent over with spread legs to wantonly show off her tight ass and sex. I slam the flaps shut just before I lose all strength in my knees and fall on my ass, unable to handle the sight.
Why is she completely naked next to the well? Is she insane? Someone might come by and see her, or watch from a hillside. I think that's the point. Our jealousy gives us the energy to stand up and glimpse through the flaps again.
Leomi is no longer making a spectacle of herself and quickly finishing up. She clearly did all this for me. It makes me both happy and uncomfortable to realize that she would have kept going for as long as I wished to watch, regardless of the risk. The risk is the point.
“Ugh.” I grunt and quickly tear my eyes off.
I set the table and wait for Leomi to come back. When she does, I grab a dry strip of cloth and don't look at her as I run past her. I inspect the horizon for people before I throw the bucket in the well and after I lift it up.
I would usually find a spot in the shadow of a tree, or behind the house, or anywhere not in sight of a window really. But, today, I want her to peek at me with the same craving look in her eyes as I no doubt had.
She will, don't worry. But, what if... You're not the only one who wants to show off, sister. I take a deep breath and start undressing, removing every item of clothing at once.
The flaps open within moments. Liz can't help but throw a furtive glance against my better judgment. My judgment is fine, look how captivated she is. I exhale and inhale twice before allowing myself to 'see'.
Leomi is sitting on a chair she dragged to the window with her chin inside her joined hands and elbows resting on the sill. She is surveying my body, eyes traveling up and down as she apparently can't decide what to look at.
I gulp and start washing, giving her something to follow. The water is cold and the air colder but my body feels like it's on fire. Still, I'm no coward so I restrain myself to slow movements.
I make a spectacle of myself, encouraged by her fascinated expression, her trembling fingers, the blaze in her gaze. I even show off my battle wounds which I take pride in but can't quite accept as desirable.
In my mind, my jagged scars should be unsettling, but my opinion on that subject is insignificant in front of hers. My insecurities vanish, defeated by Leomi's utter shamelessness as she openly devours the sight of me.
I turn around and bend over, dismissing the intense heat in my cheeks as unimportant. Yet, I can't help but be faster about washing myself with the wet cloth. Liz suddenly takes over and our movements become unhurried.
Thuck. The sudden sound makes us startle. We snap up and cover ourselves, throwing a fearful look over our shoulder. The flaps are closed. She slammed them. I feel a sudden rush of pride for my sister who pushed Leomi to the point she could no longer handle it.
It was a team effort, I assure you. Hm. It wouldn't have worked as well if you didn't start so timidly. I smile in satisfaction. We swiftly finish up and run inside to have breakfast.
The main room is dark but I can clearly see Leomi standing with her back to the window as she takes rough breaths. My lips widen into a grin and I light the fire under the pot again to keep the house warm.
“Come on, let's eat.” I tell her.
“I didn't get to see the end.” Leomi replies dejectedly.
“I belong to you, kitten. You just have to ask.” I inform her.
“But it's better if you do it voluntarily... so much better...” She whispers in a daze.
“Ah. Tough.” We chuckle and take hold of her hand to pull her to the table.
“Don't act so mighty.” Leomi mutters and sticks her tongue out. “You behaved twice as indecently as I did.”
“Hey!” I protest the lie. “Those are fighting words!” I warn her.
“Oh, are they now?” She asks with eagerness in her voice. “Tell me, who took a peek first?”
“That's not fair! You were baiting me!” I exclaim.
“No one told you to bite at my tease.” Leomi replies, sounding unconcerned by her admission of guilt because she's right, I decided to look.
We sit down at the table while glaring at each other, neither willing to back down. We wolf down out food and grab our training swords before rushing outside to spend our overflowing energy.
It takes only a few brutal clashes for us to lose our shallow animosity and start grinning complicitly. We soon start locking weapons to catch our breaths and exchange conciliatory kisses in-between our crossed swords.