Epilogue: Sapphic Sisters

The sun burned over Metropolis, and Lois Lane whistled as she walked the streets on her day off. The white sundress gleamed, her white heels clacked on the sidewalk, her broad-brimmed hat held in place by a string beneath her chin, large dark sunglasses hiding her violet eyes. Summer in the city, humid because they were on the coast, but there was enough wind to take the worst of the heat off, and Lois was free as any woman in the world...work was going well, she'd had great luck picking up women lately, and she hardly felt the pang of desire that might set off her little condition.

My name is Lois Lane.
And I'm a lesbian.
I am attracted to women.
I like to eat pussy.
I'm a carpet-munching, cunt-licking dyke, and I don't care who knows it.

She spoke the mantra to herself quietly, not because she was afraid anyone might hear it, but because it felt good to reaffirm her sense of self. Her steps led her to the Metropolis Zoo, where she was about to meet her favorite person in the whole wide world.

Lucy Lane was on the corner outside the gates...and immediately, Lois could sense something was wrong. The skirt was too short, the pantyhose beneath them torn, and the sleeveless wifebeater she was wearing made it clear that the blonde woman, only a few years younger than Lois, wasn't wearing a bra. There was mascara smeared around her eyes, and she was drinking out of a brown paper bag.

Still, she was young and fit, muscles apperent on those slim arms and legs. Probably in better shape than Lois herself, given that Lucy was in the Army and had to keep trim to max the physical training tests—and Lucy would max them, Lois knew. Just passing wasn't good enough. Peel off that shirt and no doubt there would be washboard abs.

The reporter sighed. She'd known Lucy to go on benders whenever she got a bit of leave, but she'd hoped that her sister would be sober for their meet-up...

Lois's thoughts were sidetracked as her little sister picked up the bottom of her shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from her brow...giving Lois a clear view of not only those sculpted abs, but the bottoms of her sister's small, pert breasts. The reporter felt a familiar tingle, deep inside her head, a pins-and-needles sensation as desire flashed hot and bright, wrecking changes deep inside her brain.

Suddenly, Lois wasn't interested in the zoo.

"Hey!" Lucy said as she let her shirt drop. She noticed Lois for the first time and smiled, obviously half-drunk. Which suited Lois fine.

The reporter spread her arms wide and drew Lucy into a hug, lifting the younger woman off of her feet...and then her hands crushed her little sister's ass, and Lois's mouth kissed the hollow of her throat, tasting her salty sweat. Lucy laughed as they spun around, not caring who saw them...and then sank down into her sister's grip as Lois kissed higher, along her neck, tongue licking...and the laughter died down as something penetrated through the drunken woman's brain.

Then their mouths met, and Lois Lane's tongue dived in past her sister's defenseless lips. Tasted bitter beer and sweet saliva, and Lois let her right hand slip until the middle finger of her right hand was pressing against her sister's panties...and Lois only set her down on her own two feet when the young woman got too heavy to hold aloft.

"What...what was that?" Lucy said, blinking in the sunlight.

Lois smiled. "I missed you," she said honestly. Her hand found Lucy's, the one that wasn't holding a beer, and she guided Lucy into the zoo.

Ten minutes later, they were in the reptile house. At this time of day, it was cool and quiet and secluded, most of the snakes and lizards sleeping, the kids on their summer break, the zoo attendants on their lunch break...

The Lane sisters were on their lunch break too.

"Oh God...Lois...this is so wrong," Lucy said with a moan. They were in a dark corner next to a spotted snake enclosure. Lois was on her knees, the sunhat on her back; Lucy's skirt was pulled up around her waist and her panties were bunched around her knees. The young woman brought her free hand up to her mouth to bite it as her big sister buried her face in the sweaty crotch, tongue lapping over the hairy cunt before her lips seized on the clit, sucking gently.

It tasted like when Lois licked her own pussy juice off of her fingers.

With practiced ease and terrible hunger, Lois sucked on her little sister's labia, let her tongue dive into those lips, teased the very bottom of Lana's slit with the tip of her tongue...and again and again returned to that clit, attacking the stiff little nub without mercy. Too well did Lois remember when she had taught Lucy all about the birds & the bees...and now she was taking her sister on the advanced course.

The beer bottle dropped to the floor as Lucy's moan turned into a muffled, high pitch whine. The muscled thighs clamped around Lois Lane's head as she sucked hard on the little clit, lucky it furiously, and when she felt the hot spurt of her sister's ejaculation the reporter drank the bitter juice down as if it was the only thing that could assuage her terrible thirst.

"F-fuck," Lucy said, gasping, half-slumped against the wall as Lois stood up, the almost-empty beer bottle in its brown paper bag in hand. "I can't believe we just..."

Lois pressed the stubby glass neck of the bottle into her sister's cunt.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, Lucy," Lois said. "I think we have a lot to catch up on. So let's go back to my place..."

Lois shoved harder, and Lucy nearly leaped as the glass slid deeper into the spit-slick slit, the labia spreading at it hit the shoulders of the bottle...but Lois wasn't done.

The spotted snake, an uncharacteristic scarlet, was not snoozing on its branch. It eyed the two women with greater interest than a normal serpent should have...and a dark tongue flickered out, as though it could taste the pussy in the air as Lois drove the bottle home, until the flat of her palm pressed against her little sister's pussy, the wet and wrinkled paper bag discarded at the women's feet.

Lois helped raise the panties back into place, so that they held the bottle inside Lucy Lane's cunny.

They left the zoo with Lucy walking awkwardly, clinging onto her sister, who held a proprietary arm around Lucy's hip.

A moment after they left, so did the scarlet serpent.