Late Night Fiona

You head down stairs and grab yourself a ginger ale from the fridge before settling into the living room and waiting to see what was going to happen with Zoey. You turn on some tunes and check your texts, there is just one from Allie checking in on you and your new “anaconda”.

You are only half way through your drink when you see headlights flash across the front window. Perhaps a minute later you hear keys in the lock and the front door open. Despite all that had happened this evening you find yourself smiling. You so rarely saw your big sister when she got home in the wee hours like this, and late night Fiona was the best Fiona of all.

You get up and walk to the entryway to see your sexy blond sister taking off her high heeled boots.

“Hey Fiona.” You say softly.

“Hey dummy.” She says back, her voice tired and calm like it always is this time of night. “I saw the lights on. I was wondering who was up.” She walks up to you and pulls you into a strong hug. You close your eyes and relish this rare moment. She kisses your head and takes in a long breath through her nose, smelling your hair like she sometimes did. Too quickly she lets you go again and pinches your cheek, hard enough to hurt but you don’t gripe. “Who loves ya?”

“You do!” You beam, it had been years since she asked you that. God you need to stay up to meet her like this more often. “I love you too.”

“So what’s up kid? Something bothering you?” She was in the process of undoing her skirt belt when you stop her.

“We have company.”

“Shit.” She straightens her dress again. “Allison?”

“Zoey.”

“Zoey? What the fuck is she doing here?”

“She needs us. She’s having problems.”

“Well boo-fucking-hoo for her. Her problems aren’t our problems. She can go to her own family.”

“Her family is her problem.”

“Mmm.” Fiona grunts. “Still, none of our business.”

“Elsie made it her business.” You say. “And so did I.”

Fiona looks at you for a long moment before nodding her acceptance. “Fair enough.” She turns her head and reaches back to rub her neck, she was obviously wiped out by whatever it was she did these nights. “She better be gone by tomorrow though. I’m not fucking hiding in my own home.” She pats your cheek lovingly with a tired smile. “Well…I’m turning in. Good night fuck face.” She turns toward the stairs.

“Wait!”

“Mmm?” Her intense hazel eyes turn back to you.

You hesitate, you weren’t even sure yourself why you’d said it. You just…you just didn’t want this to end yet. In the morning she would be back to the domineering bullying bitch she usually was. Plus you didn’t want to be alone, while nothing compared to Zoey you’d been through a ringer tonight.

“Your…your neck is sore.” You say. “Let me work that out for you.” You smile demurely, knowing what that did to her. “You’ll sleep better.” Fiona stares at you in silence for a long time, as if trying to discern your true motives. You wait patiently with that pleasant grin. “Please?”

Her aching neck and your kindly grin get the better of her and at last she nods, slowly. “Okay kid, yeah. That would be really nice.”

Taking her hand you lead her back into the living room. “You want a drink or something?”

“I’m good.” She says suspiciously. “Why are you…” She lets the question drop and reiterates. “I’m good.”

You pull one of the arm chairs out from the wall a few feet and invite her to sit down. Again she pauses to look at you quizzically but again she relents. Taking a seat she unbuttons the top few buttons of her blouse and pulls it down to expose her shoulders. Just that simple act of revealing her shoulders…does more for you than everything Allison had done previously that night and it hits you that this might have been a terrible idea. The ache in your groin returns, small but present. Mercifully the bra she leaves on.

Moving in behind her you rub your palms together to warm them before sliding them up under your sister’s long soft flowing blond hair to touch her silky smooth skin. You warm her up with some light rubbing along her traps and up her long neck before you really dig in. As your thumbs press hard into her tight tense muscles she lets out a moan of pure pleasure and with that moan the pain between your legs grows.

“Ohhhhh fuck. Yeah Jesse, just like that. Hard as you want. Ohhhhh!”

Touching your big sister, the central figure of your every wet dream since puberty started, and hearing her respond to your touch so pleasurably stirs those same feelings you’d had earlier. You give yourself a moment to revel in it, drinking in her sounds of joy, feeling the soft warm skin in your grasp, and briefly gripping her neck then shoulders as you might a lover…all the while the pain growing more intense…before you focus yourself and bring your mental defenses to bear. It wasn’t easy, not by a long shot, but you managed to keep the ache bearable.

Fiona, her eyes closed, a small smile on her ruby lips, sighs to your attentions. You could actually feel her muscles relaxing. “Ohhh Jesus kid, I needed this.”

“Glad to do it.” You say genuinely.

Without opening her eyes she says. “Are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you?”

“Whatever it is you’re waiting to talk about.”

“Oh.” You continue your massage, your thumbs gliding along and working out the knots. “I…um…I met someone.”

Her smile grows. “Someone not Allison.”

“Yeah.”

“Someone outside the family?”

“Of course.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Probably.”

“Well…break up with the bitch. Simple as. Fuck, I’ll call her right now if you want. Give me your phone.”

“No!” You keep rubbing, debating whether to say more and coming to the conclusion there might never be a better time. “Yeah…here’s the thing. The new girl, Casey, I like her. I really like her. But…” You rub, you stroke, you caress. “…I think…I…might be interested…in more.”

“More?”

“In indulging. In joining the family. Experimenting at least.”

This opens her eyes. She looks back up at you to see if you were bullshitting her. “Go on.”

“But…I need it to be under my terms. My conditions. I need to go at my own pace.”

She raises an eyebrow and you feel her body coiling for action. “You fucking pussy ass bitch. Do it or don’t do it, don’t fucking tease. If you’re on the menu say so and I’ll dick you down right fucking now, company or no company.”

“Fiona, stop. Please.” You say firmly as your hands grip her neck and you hold her down in her seat. “Not like that. I’m serious here.” Meeting her fiery gaze with one of your own you say. “If you want me…you’ll have to earn me.”