Vol.4 Re-write, Chapter X — The Snuggle the Sister and the Snack

Abby and I were under the sheet with nothing on, staring at the ceiling completely red-faced, but not for the reason one would conclude if they walked in on us, but for the context, we’ll have to rewind.

It started with us bidding our friends farewell and making our way to Abby’s therapist. Once there, we were invited inside the room she used as her office and we sat down, the lady asking how things have been going since the previous week.

Abby started with reporting her sleep status and told her in detail what events had happened pertaining us and her sister, me adding a bit more context from my point of view where I could, and how we solved it. We sat there for the whole length of seven minutes before the lady told Abby that she was doing good, and if she wanted to talk about anything else.

“Hmm… nothing comes to mind. Babe?”

I also had nothing I wanted to talk about so… things just ended there, meaning that we were out twelve minutes after having arrived. That, it seemed, wasn’t a rare occurrence either as Abby told me over some ice cream while we waited out the first wave of people buying groceries in their commute home.

It was mostly silence between us after that since Abby was thinking about something the therapist told her: with how much progress she had made and how short some of their conversations were, it was time for Abby to either start coming twice a month instead of weekly, or maybe even simply stop going at all.

That was a big decision, so I let her be, merely keeping her company for the most part, but once we got to her place… I got worried that maybe things weren’t as good as they should.

We got inside and I took off my uniform with Abby paying zero attention to me, went to shower alone without even jokingly inviting me, and when she came back, she sat down by me on the floor, our back resting against the bedside, seemingly ignoring me, despite the fact that I theatrically crossed my legs.

It might sound very narcissistic, but Abby never ignored my legs, and now was especially strange since I had only my panties on and one of her tank top showing part of my belly, so there was plenty of bare skin for her to look at. I had intended to provide her with something to distract herself with, but seeing it fail was stinging more than I’d ever think it would. Abby loved my legs the most, and when she felt bothered, she’d cling to me, and in this circumstances, she’d likely rest her head on my lap or caress them. At the very least, she’d glance at them.

“Everything ok?” I asked, leaning my head sideways and “accidently” bumping a foot on hers.

“Yup. Everything is fine.”

She didn’t sound fine at all, so I contorted a bit, tapping my foot on her knee and asked if she was sure.

For a moment I thought that she had bitten the bait as she grabbed my foot and brought it closer to her mouth, me innocently thinking she was about to give it a quick kiss. I suppose that in a way she did bite the bait, but by that, it meant me getting my big toe bitten with enough force that it hurt a bit.

“Do you really think I’m that easy?” she asked, ready to bite my pinkie next.

“No! It’s just… you’ve been super quiet,” I told her, hoping that would convince her not to bite again. You haven’t been paying attention to me at all too, I mumbled under my breath.

“I haven’t, have I?” she said, putting my foot down.

I watched her getting up and standing between my legs. With her usual gentleness, she took out my glasses, hanging them on the uniform shirt I wore for the day that she put on after coming out of the shower, and pulled my head into a hug against her lap.

“You’re way too cute, it’s kinda unfair when you act like that,” She spoke with a voice just as soft as the legs my face was pressed against, her fingers running through my hair.

I told her that I could say the same about her, hugging her knees and rubbing my face against her, happy that I had made her pay attention to something else other than bothersome stuff. The fact that she was just out of the bath and holding me like this also made my heart flutter.

But the part about how she was holding me while I rubbed my face on her proved to be a misstep because I heard her call me with a whiny, slightly trembling, voice. Looking up, I saw her flushed face and glistening eyes staring down at me, her fingers clutching my hair once our eyes locked.

You see, my shirt hanged at the same height her skirt would so I hadn’t realised that my head was levelled with her crotch, me rubbing my face against her being a bit too stimulating for my two-week-old celibate girlfriend, and seeing her like that was in turn too much for me too.

The memory of how we had to stop ourselves that morning came to mind once again, that allied to the moment we were experiencing making it really hard to think straight.

“Could you, erm…” she said, her voice drifting as she shot glances away from me, but never being able to not stare at my face for more than half a second.

The door was closed, the height was perfect for what she was asking, and she’d have the bed for support if her legs grew weak. It was the perfect mood and position, so I began running my hands on the back of her legs and kissing the mid-thigh where skin was exposed.

“Mmh, ah!” she moaned, a bit louder than usual, me not even having touched anything egregious and we both froze as we heard the sound of creaking coming from her sister’s bedroom, reminding us that if we were to do this, Abby had to be as quiet as a mouse.

See where this is going?

Well, keeping as many details as possible between myself and her, Abby simply couldn’t keep her voice down no matter what we tried.

Abby holding a hand over her mouth? Nope, didn’t work despite the initial response.

Moving to the bed and kissing while using my hand instead? Nope, we were already moaning a lot just from kissing, and when I touched the inside of her leg without warning, she let out a trembling gasp. Telling her where and when I was going to touch her also didn’t seem to make much of an effect. In fact, once we gave up, I wondered if it didn’t make things harder for her because touching her waist produced a similar result when before it was a bit tamer.

Me covering her mouth? The worst result of our attempts. And that’s the moaning alone, don’t even get me started on the giggling!

“Then, let me do it for you instead,” Abby panted after we tried all we could think of on her, sounding a bit desperate about salvaging the situation. I wasn’t too hopeful since I too was being kinda noisy whenever Abby kissed me more aggressively when we tried that to quieten her, but I still rolled on my back when she pushed me.

I’d like to say that we fared better with me on the receiving end, but… I ended up asking her to stop before it could be said that we were doing something. I was covering my mouth with both hands and was barely holding my voice down just from having my neck kissed and chest touched at the same time, and I was too focused in not making noise to enjoy the experience too. And call me picky, but I’d also prefer if it were Abby on the receiving end first.

All of this led to the present moment, us panting on our backs and feeling frustrated as we stared into the ceiling, me in particular wishing for a cold bath.

“I’m sorry Violet,” she lamented as she rolled onto her side and away from me. “I thought we could maybe make some love to make up for these past two weeks and this morning but...”

I rolled over, forcing an arm under her neck and embraced her gently.

I told her then that while I was a bit frustrated that we ended up doing nothing, I still enjoyed it somewhat.

“How could you?” she asked, sounding like a hurt bird. “We both barely did anything because we have no privacy.”

“Well, for starters... I love the faces and sounds you make when we are making love and I got to see part of that. You were super cute just now.”

“...”

“...Pfft, fufu! I also learned something new today about you.”

That caught her attention, and she moved her body just enough to see my face before asking what I meant.

The hand belonging to the arm I was using as her pillow, I used it to cover her mouth, Abby’s body tensing up before I had even done anything further.

“You are quite sensitive to this, aren’t you?” I whispered to her ear before giving it a playful bite, Abby squirming and whimpering as a result.

She also bit my hand so that I’d uncover it and called me a “big, stupid, meany” for teasing her like that, with the most embarrassed and trembling voice I had ever heard her use, making me laugh and call her all kinds of goofy sweet stuff as I clung even more to her.

“Gee! You really can be a piece of work,” she grumbled, pressing herself more against me.

“And who’s fault is it that I turned this way?” I giggled in a whisper as I made the final adjustment to settle down by pushing a leg between hers, now feeling a lot better that Abby cheered up.

Abby grabbed one of my hands with entangled fingers and pressed it against her chest, making me feel its softness, warmth, but what I was appreciating the most, her heartbeat, calm and strong, just like she described mine when I was happy and relaxed with her, and we both let out a deep sigh.

“Still, this is quite nice,” I commented.

“Yeah, sure is,” Abby said, sounding like a purr. “Wanna take a nap like this?”

That sounded wonderful, but before that, I’d like to get some water, forcing me to break away from her momentarily.

“Want me to bring you some water too?” I asked, Abby looking very attentively at me while I put my clothes back on, giving me a sense of normalcy.

“If you don’t mind. Oh! And also, could you—”

“I’ll bring you some snacks,” I chuckled before she could voice her wish. “Anything else?”

Only a kiss and for me to be quick because she wanted to make our time count. Not that I had to go home at any specific time. In fact, maybe I’d stay over? We had a good thing going on so…

Hmm, but… if I go home, we might make love tomorrow morning?

Decisions, decisions, but all that vanished from my mind as I got to her kitchen. There, I found her sister.

For some reason, she was holding the toaster above her head, turning it around in the air like she had never seen one and thought it was some sort of mysterious artifact, completely oblivious to my presence.

“Is it broken?” I asked, trying to start a conversation after pondering turning heels and go back to the bedroom and giving up on it. I didn’t want to talk to Sophie, but I really, really didn’t want to explain Abby that I saw her sister and ran away. Talking to her in my violet underwear and with one of Abby’s strawberry themed tops was better somehow. To clarify the reason why I was dressed so shamefully, her father would only be back around dinner timer and I’d strip down again when I got back to Abby, so that was why I didn’t bother dressing up more, although now I was wishing I had at least put on some shorts.

Her head snapped at me, surprised that I was there. She staggered a greeting and told me to wait. She removed from her ear a wireless earphone I couldn’t see before from under her loose hair.

“Sorry… I was listening to music and these are really good noise cancelling earbuds, so I didn’t hear you coming.”

A voice in my head shouted out in frustration that if that was the case, Abby and I could be making love with her being none the wiser. I told said voice to shut up because thinking about doing naughty stuff to Abby was out of the question in front of her sister and that even if they were as good as she said they were, she’d still hear our moans, whimpers, giggles or gasps eventually. Hell, Oliver would probably hear us, and he was likely sleeping somewhere in my living room.

Noticing how I was dressed, she got a bit flushed and averted her eyes, me being thankful for that, but also growing even more self-conscious.

“Sorry about the clothes,” I said, trying to cover myself up. “I wasn’t expecting running into anyone.”

“No, erm, it’s ok… we are both girls after all… or maybe in this case, that makes it worse?”

That was something I had thought about a lot in terms of changing clothes in the locker room while in a relationship, so I was able to tell her that as long as she didn’t look at me with any… physical interest, I was fine if she looked in my direction.

“Although the water can feel a bit muddy at times,” I concluded.

“…Sounds complicated,” she said, looking at me.

“It’s just something that I—that me and Abby, have to deal with,” I told her, trying to sound like it weas something that didn’t bother me as much as it actually did. I’d prefer if only Abby ever saw me on a more exposed way, but that wasn’t always possible.

To change the subject, I asked her if there was something wrong with the toaster.

She told me she was looking for the wattage of it because she saw a video on how to use one and in it, the person said that the heat setting could vary from model to model depending on that.

While true, that was going too far for something that could be resolved by simply keeping an eye on it, so I asked why she hadn’t asked Abby what setting we used.

“I heard you two arriving together and didn’t want to interrupt you from studying or talking…” she explained, making a face that was far too similar to Abby. It annoyed me that it was so similar to my girlfriend, and I felt those dark feelings rearing their heads again, but I told them to scram. She was acting very considerate towards me and her sister, and that counted a lot.

“If you’re like me and like your bread a bit charred, I recommend setting it on seven, but if you have your toasts like Abby, then a five or six will suffice,” I explained, getting to her side and dialling the nob into the sixth position since it was the median of the three numbers I gave her. “Do you know where we keep the bread?”

She said she did, but she was looking at me in a weird way. I thought that it was because she wasn’t expecting me getting this close to her nor that I’d be this talkative. I was a bit surprised too, but I guess my social skill had gone up since the last time we met and she was reminding me enough of her sister when she’s needing cheering up that I was acting mostly on instinct. The latter made me feel weird about it because that meant that I was having my motherly side awakened by a girl older than me. An actual adult, in fact.

“Are you just having some toast? I’m preparing Abby some snacks, so I can make you some extra if you want.”

“…I’m ok, thanks,” she said, looking like she was still thinking about it even after answering. “If you don’t mind though… could I watch?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. She reminded me of Abby when we started hanging out at my place and she’d come watch me work in the kitchen, no matter if it was just to slice some bread for sandwiches, or to actually cook something.

“I don’t mind, although I’m just making her a sandwich and little else.”

More precisely, I was going to take her bread with some cheese and jam in between, a peeled and sliced apple and a miny bowl with a mixture of unsalted peanuts, cashews and almonds. Simple as it was, it still got her to look very attentively at what I was doing.

“Babe?” Abby called out from somewhere out of sight.

I hoped she had put on some more clothes, but when she popped her head into the kitchen and saw me and her sister together, she walked up to me and help my arm, still only wearing my shirt and panties. Or at least I was hoping she was wearing them under the shirt.

Discreetly, I reached under to see if she was. Her pulling away and avoiding eye contact with me told me everything I needed to know.

“Isn’t that shirt too big for you?” her sister asked after she told Abby that I had been teaching her some stuff.

I thanked my starts that it was, otherwise, we’d be in deep trouble, at least as long as Abby didn’t raise her arms, raising it and making the overlap at the bottom part ways. I guess I should also be thanking her decorum in at least buttoning it up from her the second button all the way to the last.

“It’s Violet’s shirt,” she told her sister, coming to take refuge against me. “It feels nice wearing her stuff around the house.”

Then maybe I should let her wear my underwear too to avoid these kinds of situations, right?

As if. It wasn’t enough of an occurrence for that to be a valid solution. It’d also raise another problem if the ones she wore clearly belonged to me due to the colour or design.

Although… she’d look cute wearing…

Why was I thinking about that with her sister so close by!? I could faintly feel Sophie’s breath hitting me whenever she spoke to me or her sister, and my mind was going in that direction!?

I needed to either focus or get out of there asap.

I asked my girlfriend why she had come to the kitchen, hoping to speed up our return to the bedroom. She figured she should at least help me carry some of the stuff as she guessed I’d be carrying a tray with food for her together with two water bottles.

“We… we could also eat together?” Sophie asked.

Abby seemed to like the idea, and I thought it was a good way for us to bond over, so I didn’t have the heart to say no. I did however have one condition.

“Let me and Abby just go put on some shorts first,” I said, directing Abby to turn around and walk in front of me so that I’d cover any possible indecent exposure from a possible fluttering of the fabric.

Once in the bedroom, I was going to ask her what her idea was, but she covered my mouth with her tiny hands and pouted at me.

“And what do you think would have happened if I hadn’t noticed your hand and you surprised me with a sudden touch under the shirt?” she huffed, having known all along what I was going to say once behind doors.

I hadn’t thought of that, so there was no point in me getting mad over her lapse in judgement since I almost did something that’d have been far worse. If Abby had let out a moan or squeak like the ones she did earlier when I suddenly touched her buttocks directly—and let’s be real, she would have—it’d be nigh impossible to convince her sister that I hadn’t touched her baby sister in an inappropriate place with her right there.

To further rub salt in the wound, she grabbed the ends of the shirt and lifted them up to show me that my suspicion and fears had been unfounded. She was annoyed at me, but the face she was making as she flashed me was super cute and making me feel worse for having doubted her.

“See? I’m wearing them,” she said, sticking her tongue out to me. “Now, hurry up, you big dummy.”

I was apologising to her and promising that I’d do something extra nice for her, anything she’d want, if she forgave me when she rudely interrupted me by tossing some of her shorts at my face.

Once I removed them, she was staring at me, looking very red and asking if I really meant it when I said that I’d do anything she asked.

It felt like a trap, so I was making the addition of that being within reason, but seeing her reaction once I said it made me backpaddle.

“No, erm, even if it’s a bit unreasonable.”

She was still pouting and staring at me, thinking about it. Slowly, she approached me and placed her hands on my hips, moving them back and forth, and asked meekly if I promised to hear her out without getting mad.

“Sure. It’s a promise.”

“All right… it’s a promise…”

She then got on the tips of her toes, leaning her head upwards for a kiss.

I wasn’t sure why she kissed me. It didn’t feel like it was due to my promise as she was already looking like she was planning it from the start. Asking her about it was met with her moving her hands to the back of my hips, Abby fiddling with the elastic band of my underwear first, and only after that did se tell me the reason.

It was a show of gratitude for me accepting Sophie’s invitation when all I wanted was to be there with her, snuggled up under the sheets for a nap.

I told her it was nothing, but she insisted that it meant a lot to her that I was doing that.

She was also back to looking deep in thought, looking at my bellybutton or something and still fiddling with the elastic band. Was she back to thinking about her request?

“…Are you telling me now what is it that you want? Or do you—eek! A-Abby!?”

“Not telling! Ahaha!”

She gave me a wedgy that got me tiptoeing and mischievously ran away before I could enact some sort of payback, leaving me grumbling alone as I pulled out fabric from a very uncomfortable place.

I disliked when she did this kind of stuff. Not the pranking, I mean, the reason why she pranked me. Don’t get me wrong, getting my underwear shoved up my bum like that wasn’t exactly ideal, but I could laugh about that in a minute or two—I more or less already was, especially if I got to prank her back or enact some other revenge plot. What I’m talking about that I disliked was Abby wanting something from me, getting too scared to ask and finding a way to run away at the last moment. I wished she was a bit more comfortable with me to say that kind of stuff right away, but that, it seemed, still would take some time.

“…Haah…”

Knowing that, it still sucked that she wouldn’t though. Maybe if I gave reverting the roles a try? Like, what could I come up with that’d make me reticent about asking her to do?

“…”

Was I naïve, innocent, or just uncreative that I wasn’t coming up with something that we weren’t already doing in some shape or form, or that wouldn’t arouse such feelings of apprehension towards her reaction? Or maybe I had that much faith in my girlfriend and was also just that comfortable with Abby? I felt like it was more of the latter, wishful thinking perhaps, but all I could come up with would, at most, simply result in her giving me a side-eye with a raise eyebrow out of surprise, or simply make her laugh.

“…Babe? Everything ok?” Abby asked, seeing me frowning as I came to sit with them at the table.

Yup, I was fine. I wasn’t ticked off at all from us not being on the same page about feeling comfortable making weird requests, no sir. Also, why was she acting all innocent after having shoved my underwear all the way up my butt!?

You can’t possibly expect to always be on the same wavelength.

No, but it was still annoying as hell.

Or maybe I should just stop shadowboxing and beating myself up, hmm? Abby acted suspicious, but it didn’t automatically mean that what she had planned was anything weird. It could very well be a specific kind of date and she wanted to surprise me because it’d be something I’d enjoy too.

“So, erm, how’s school?” Sophie asked, her gaze fixed on me, bringing me back to Earth. I needed to pay attention to avoid defaulting to dissociate and end up letting out some… unneeded detail. I’d strive for a good impression.

Wait, do I? Why should I?

First, because she was my girlfriend’s big sister, and second, because I still didn’t want Sophie to think her baby sis was dating some useless bimbo. My spiteful side would still needlessly flare up at inconvenient time, and I hoped it hadn’t shown in my face as I answered the question as honestly as I could while also trying to make myself look good.

I’d like to say that the conversation shifted its main focus away from me, that weight being shared between me and Abby, but no, Sophie seemed very interested in chatting with me. Well, maybe not “interested” interested, more like… she was putting in the effort, you know? Trying to find some sort of common ground is what I should be saying.

“Hmm… and what about after high school?” she asked after I finished telling her about my hobbies, the question being the one I was dreading the most out of all she could possibly make. “What are your plans?”

I clenched a bit, thinking that I was doomed. How could I possibly answer that!?

Just tell her the truth.

How could I? She’d see that I had zero aspirations in life! Yeah, ok, I had one, and that was to make Abby happy, but that wasn’t what I was being asked. It could start a whole other argument too.

Seriously, what do I say?

Something soft brushed my foot. Then, another one joined it. Since we had our hands over the table to eat while talking, Abby was using our feet in their stead to give me courage.

“…This might be disappointing to hear but… I don’t really have an idea about what I want to do next… I do want to make a home for Abby, but… I really am struggling to find something that I could do professionally other than being a housewife, but… we are both girls, so it doesn’t feel fair at all that Abby’s the one carrying all the burden of providing financially… I’ll get a part-time at least, but really… that’s as far as I could plan out until now…”

She kept staring at me, her silence cutting deep like a knife, but her face was hard to read.

Then…

“I wasn’t expecting to be on the same boat as you on that one,” she said, getting a sad smile. “It really makes you feel useless, doesn’t it?”

“…”

“…Sorry, forget that I said the last part,” she said, shaking her head. “You seem to be a smart, responsible girl, and you still have time, so don’t worry about it too much. I’m sure you’ll figure it out sometime.”

I was now even more awestruck from hearing her say such nice things about me. Did I really have to stress as much as I did? Such foolishness.

She switched her focus to her sister and then back to me. With an awkward voice, she said that the idea of finding a part-time job did sound good and asked with an even more awkward voice if she could ask me for advice in case she found some job offer since I had experience in that kind of thing.

“Y-yeah… I don’t mind,” I staggered, having had Abby tapping my foot to snap me back to reality.

Have I been the sole bitter person all this time?

It seemed like it, driving a thorn into my heart. I really was a nasty girl on the inside.

She thanked me, curling up over herself and looking pleased with the results from our conversation. Thankfully for me, she then got up and excused herself back to her room, commenting that she had enjoyed the time we had together but wouldn’t steal more of our time when we likely had homework to do. A bit weird that she framed her words like that, making it sound like we wouldn’t ever meet again, but that, I attributed to some sort of mental fatigue from focusing on controlling her emotions and not ask or say anything stupid. I know that was my case, me rudely throwing myself over the table surface, a sharp exhale letting out all the tension in my body. There was no way that I’d be doing homework after such a mental and emotional exercise. Homework could wait for the weekend for all I cared. We only had to deliver it Monday, and we were doing homework at Mathilda’s place anyway.

“You did great,” Abby told me, getting up.

She proceeded to get behind me and give my shoulders a nice rubbing. Such a nice feeling it was, to have her magic hands squeeze the tension away. It still was a bit unnerving how my shoulders’ muscles would pod sometimes though…

Slowly, I rose up to sit properly, my head resting against her chest. Curious, I looked up to see what face Abby was making. She was over the moon, grinning from ear to ear and starting to hum to herself as she bobbed her head side to side to mark the rhythm as she looked down at me with big, happy eyes that practically sparkled once they met mine.

“…I know it’s me who has to do anything you ask and not the other way around, but could I get a full back massage before we take a nap?” I asked in a mix of sighs and moans.

“Hehe, sure!” Abby said, looking happy that I was asking and singsong the rest. “I was just thinking of that. A full body massage even! We really do get one another, huh?”

“…”

That sounded like a good way to create a huge misunderstanding because I moaned a lot when getting massaged, but I was finding it hard to care as I melted under her fingertips.

“If we were a fruit, which one would we be?” she asked very excitedly.

“…Dunno.”

“A pear!”

“…Pfft, fufu! What? That’s so silly, it’s not even funny! Fufu!”

Going back to her comment of us getting each other, there was still room for improvement. Well, I shouldn’t focus too much on it, or at least, I concluded that as I saw her radiating over me. We’ve only been together for a year, so there was bound to be plenty of stuff needing work, some present, others yet to come, but we also had a lifetime together to work them out.