The Jig is Up

They remain like that for a few tender minutes. People begin to approach, wondering if everything was okay, but you wave them off and keep them away from your sisters. After they had finally cried themselves out you then hear...laughter.

Elsie and Fiona were laughing as they held on to each other. They begin to get up, you help them by lifting them by their elbows. They continue wiping away tears and laughing. You all hug tight.

"Oh my god." Fiona sniffs. "I can't believe we did this here." She looks around at a couple of the other pedestrians that were gawking. "What are you looking at!?" She barks. They turn and continue on their way quickly.

El laughs lightly. "Had to happen somewhere I guess." She blushes at the realization of how public that all had just been.

Fiona gets serious as she rests a hand on Elsie's shoulder. "Should have happened a long time ago. Thank you Elsie...you are too good for me."

El wraps her arms around Fiona's waist. "I'll be the judge of that, thank you very much." She gets up on her toes and kisses Fiona sweetly. "Oh, and you can call me kitten if you want. I was just making a point."

Fiona winks. "You got it, kitten." Elsie giggles.

They both turn toward you and reach out with their arms. "Hey, sorry you had to see that Jesse." Elsie says.

You enter into their embrace again, all of you holding on to each other. A comfortable feeling of togetherness and belonging fills you. "Are you kidding, I wouldn't have missed that for the world. I love you two so much!" You cry out too loudly.

They both laugh again. You all hug tight. You hold it a long time. They felt so good pressed against you, all of you pressed together. The Bailey's as one.

You eventually let go and slowly head back to the car. You on Fiona's left, Elsie on her right. All of you arm in arm. Fiona walked proud as a peacock flanked by her precious beloved siblings. Thinking Fiona and El might want to keep this good feelings going between them you ask. "Want me to drive?"

Fiona seemed surprised by the question, and then she smiles. "Sure Jesse."

You rush forward and open the door for them. "What a gentleman." Elsie grins. They both crawl into the back seat.

By the time you get into the drivers seat, adjust things, and pull out your sisters were already in each other's arms. You drive aimlessly for a time to give your cuddling siblings some time just to be together and before too long you just start driving for home. You figured a little quiet privacy would be needed after that very public and emotional outburst by them.

You could hear kissing and lovey cute talk behind you. Much like Fiona had done earlier you adjust the rear view to get a better look. They were face to face, their noses just an inch apart, and stroking each other's face and hair.

They are whispering, you couldn't make out what they were saying over the road noise and the radio which was on low. While you can't make out the content of their talk you can hear the little mmm's and mmm hmm's and giggles and such. The talking occasionally interrupted by a short bout of tender kissing. Before long the sweet talk is happening less and less and the kissing and gentle touching happening more and more. It is not long after that they in each other's embrace making out with a deep passionate kiss.

Watching your two beloved sisters kiss like that might just be the hottest thing you'd ever witnessed. You were having a hell of a time keeping your eyes on the road. You were on familiar streets now, you speed up just a bit to get your two hot and bothered sisters home.

At one point you hear Elsie let out a moan of protest. "Oh! No...no, no, no." You look back to see El pushing Fiona's hands back away from her. Fiona had pushed El all the way over against the door and was looming over her. Unsurprisingly wanting to take the dominant role in the make out session. Elsie is breathing heavy but shaking her head. "I can't... Just...let me, um, just let me direct things. Okay?"

While they had begun to start the healing between them El obviously still had some scars that wouldn't heal so fast. If Fiona wanted to be with El she'd have to let the little sister take control. Your older sister sits back into her seat and nod. "Sure El, of course." She understood.

As Fiona sits in her seat Elsie leans over. Stroking Fiona's arms she gives her sister and tender kiss to the neck. You think about Fiona's hard controlling grasp and her powerful kisses. This must be so different for her. Elsie was slow and gentle, sweet and tender. You chuckle as you watch Fiona reach up then pull her hand back, then lean in then **** herself back, then reach up and pull back yet again. She desperately wanted to ramp things up and take control but she couldn't. Fiona would have to learn to give up control and have patience when with her little sister.

You were pulling up to the house now. All of you couldn't wait to get inside. El and Fiona were all over each other and wanting to take it to the next level. For your part, whether you were a participant or simply a spectator, you wanted to get things going too. With the potential of neighbors watching El and Fiona pull themselves apart and behave themselves, though they keep shooting each other playful little glances.

You park the car and all hurry toward the door. Elsie is giggling like a school girl, Fiona striding with all the power and confidence she usually had and then some. Once more you rush ahead to open the door for them.

You all hurriedly pile into the house and close the door behind you. Right in the entryway you are tittering and kissing and groping one another. This time you were involved as well. Having both your kissing sisters in your arms at once was amazing! You were all frisky and horny and totally in love. It was a euphoric **** unlike any other.

It all comes to a screeching halt.

You suddenly hear a very harsh stern voice from down the hallway. "Well! Aren't you all happy today."

You look. Your mother was standing about ten feet away. Her arms were crossed. A furious look in her eye. You knew that look, someone was in trouble. Big time. You honestly couldn't remember a time she'd looked angrier.

Elsie is the first to speak. "Hi Mama, we were just..."

"Elsie. Jesse." She says darkly. "Would you please give Fiona and I a moment?" Her voice was firm yet still polite, the fury in it bubbling just under the surface.

You and El look at each other. "Um."

Fiona steps forward, out in front of the pair of you as if shielding you. "What did I do this time? Come on Ma, don't be such a bitch right now. We're having a really good day."

Your mother says in low but steady voice. "Yes, I heard. I got a call from an old friend today. I haven't heard from Aaron in quite some time."

You and Fiona glance at each other knowingly. Elsie looks at the pair of you confused. Aaron from the club! You hadn't realized he knew your mother! He saw you and Fiona all affectionate and together as boyfriend-girlfriend. Holy fuck...he knew who you were! No wonder he had been looking at you so strangely.

Fiona takes a deep breath and straightens up to her full height. She wasn't nervous or shaken like you were, she looked proud. She strokes your hair lightly then brushes her thumb along your cheek lovingly.

"Don't touch him." Your mother hisses.

Fiona ignores her. Leaning in she gives you little kiss. "Why don't you guys go wait upstairs." She says. She then leans in and give El a kiss as well. Stroking your shoulder she smiles. "Let me talk with Mom. Do what I say now, okay?"

You reluctantly nod.

"Jesse, Elsie, come away from your sister!" Your mother snaps. It was obvious she laid the entirety of the blame on Fiona.

Elsie steps forward. "Please. Just listen to Fiona before you get angry, please Mom."

You add. "She didn't make us do anything we didn't want."

Your mother's glaring eyes stayed locked on her eldest child. She wasn't going to talk to you or El it was obvious. She only had words for Fiona.

Hand in hand, your worried eyes looking back at your older sister as you went, you and Elsie head upstairs together. Fiona and your mom stood facing each other in the hall a few paces apart. It reminded you of two gunslingers facing off down a dusty street in the old west.