[Sister Dearest][E & Rawrg]

Alex lay in bed, sleepy-eyed and, quite honestly, not very awake. She should have been in class an hour ago, she knew that--but it had been a late night, and she had had far too much alcohol in her system before falling asleep. She groaned as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, glad for the blinds that covered her windows and kept the light outside from piercing her half-lidded eyes.

Slowly, Alex shuffled to the kitchen. She held her head in both hands, rubbing her temples, as if it would actually stop her head from hurting. The bright light in the kitchen made her wince--every surface was white or stainless steal, and she suddenly regretted that choice. Her migraine flared and she loaded the coffee maker with ground-up beans and water. She pushed the 'On' button and sat at the kitchen table to wait out the horribly long ten minutes until the coffee was done.

With a sigh, she opened a bag of Wonder Bread that was on the table and got a piece out for herself to soak up any leftover alcohol that was in her stomach making her feel sick. In reality, she hadn't had that much to drink. Alex wasn't a party girl, but she was light weight. Mostly, she wasn't a party girl because she was a lightweight. It was an unfortunate circumstance, but it was more unfortunate that she had gotten drunk and ended up in her current circumstance.

If anyone looked at Alex, they would find her pretty. Usually, anywho. She was a pretty girl. But her think, white pajama pants revealed her secret--Alex had a penis. She was one of those girls in the margins who had been born 'funny', and always been a little weird since. But she was still a girl--at least, part way. She had a vagina, too, and all the accessories, including the insidey parts that went with it. She could have had a baby, if any boy ever wanted to have sex with her. But, when was that going to happen?

She let out another sigh as she poured herself a cup of coffee and devoured a second piece of bread. It was her unfailing cure for hangovers.

Desperately her fingers moved across the keyboard; a chaotic orchestra of clicks beneath a melody of frustrated groans. The composer, Allie, was but a silhouette in front of the bright light of the monitor. Eyes darting to the screen a whimper left her throat and her fingers no longer moved. Class was nearly over, and she had to write five more pages. Hanging her head in defeat she spun around in her chair. Her eyes were closed to the dark room, as if there was much to miss. There was but a bed, desk, chair and dresser.

Realizing just how futile her attempt was, she turned back to her computer and hit the save button. Standing, she headed for the door, her shoulder slumped. Allie was much like her twin. She had the same face, the same hair and the same bust size. They liked most of the same foods, had many of the same hobbies and knew a lot of the same people. Some would say they were the ideal identical twins.

Allie knew differently.

While Alex had both male and female genitalia, Allie had only a penis and a scrotum. Not only that, but Allie was as clean as a shiny new whistle. She did not drink, smoke or do any sort of drugs. Her grades were almost at a four-point-zero grade point average and normally she was not very lazy. Everything she did had an air of seriousness to it. Always following the rules and never bending them. Though… bubbling under the surface was a different woman.

Allie walked into the kitchen with a loud, almost obnoxious yawn. Her hand was scratching at her crotch and the other underneath her breast. She wore but a tank top and a pair of blue and white striped boxers. Her purple hair cascaded down her shoulders and back; her unruly bangs nearly covering her eyes. All in all, she looked like a guy with boobs, unkempt and unconcerned with her appearance.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” She asked; her butt planted firmly in a seat across from Alex.

Leaning forward, she planted her elbows on the table and cradled her head in her palms. Smiling oddly, she watched as her sister suffered. It reminded Allie of their first time. They had both lost their virginity on that hot summer afternoon. Though, it hurt Alex more than it hurt Allie. It was a rather clumsy and pathetic sexual encounter but it would always be Alex’s favorite. How could it not be? She took her sister’s virginity! The one girl in the world that looked almost exactly like her.

Alex groaned, leaning her head on the table. "You know very well why." She said accusingly, pointing at her sister with a crooked index finger (she hadn't the energy to extend it fully, to be honest). "You let me go to that damn party." She was clearly not feeling well. With a heavy sigh, she sat up again. She felt a little better already, thankfully, due to the coffee and bread. And the face that she'd already thrown up twice that morning.

She sighed again. "I suppose I should really be as much of a stick-in-the-mud as you and just not drink at all, even though I barely drink." She stood up, glumly, her feet dragging as she went to the refrigerator. Time for pancakes. Pancakes made her feel better no matter how nauseas she was. "Want breakfast, or have you already eaten?" It was, of course, already noon, but hey, she'd just gotten up.

She began to assemble the ingredients she needed. It took a while, of course--her brain was slow with the bit of vodka she'd had the night before. Alex was studying to be a cook, and so she made the best pancakes out of the two of them, and even in her class, and the school. She was the most revered cook in her teachers' eyes. It made her happy.

Eggs. Flour. Milk. Salt. Baking soda. She counted off the ingredients she needed on her fingers, then went back again and recounted her list before reaching for a bowl and a spoon. She began to pour, mix, and repeat, her headache beginning to shrink away as she focused on what she loved to do.

The badder began to bubble as it was ready--not from any sort of heat, perhaps it was the chemical reaction with the baking soda. She let out a sigh, realizing she'd made too much again. It was only half a batch, but if Allie didn't eat any, they would have a lot of leftovers. "I'll go to class tomorrow." She mumbled, quietly, pushing her long, purple hair out of her face.

"Last time I checked, sticks no longer need food." She answered, taking the time to examine her neatly filed nails.

Sure, she did not party or do half of the things that Alex did, but why should she? Allie had a few women on the side and satisfied herself normally with Alex. Between sex and learning, who needed booze and drugs? There was nothing like watching her lovely sister squirm in pleasure.

Allie watched her sister prepare the pancakes, her brain disconnecting from the world. Her thoughts were not actually on Alex cooking, but rather the last time they had made love. It was one of their more lusty encounters, and happened at the very table she sat at. Even now she could feel Alex's tight vagina gripping her girl cock like a clamp. She could almost hear Alex's own cock slapping against the underside of the table, which moved ever slightly with each thrust.

"Good," She said, licking her lips.

The legs of the chair scraped against the linoleum, and with two smooth strides, Allie was behind Alex. Reaching down she took a handful of ass, squeezing at the flesh. Her other arm wrapped around the woman's abdomen.

Resting her head on Alex's shoulder, Allie continued, "It's been nearly a week now."

Alex gasped softly as her ass was grabbed. And that made her head hurt really badly. She let out a groan and pulled away from her sister, going to her slowly-heating frying pan. Suddenly she stopped, turning around to look at her sister with big, apologetic eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Allie, I didn't mean it to seem like that... My head just hurts..." She rubbed her forehead with concern.

"Never mind." She said suddenly, turning off the stove, walking back over to kiss Allie's neck. "I know it's been a week." She murmured, wrapping her arms around her sister's waist, pressing their hips together. "Does that mean you want...?" She asked, softly, licking her way up to Allie's ear.

Her hands, meanwhile, were busy. They slid down Allie's back and grasped her ass, one of them slipping around her hip to the front of her body. "What would you like me to do for you?" She asked, softly. The pain in her head was beating down her creativity, but she did her best, cupping her sister's genitalia with one hand, her other running slowly up and down her back. "I'll do anything you like, just be nice..." That was the rule Alex had: Allie had to be gentle with her. She only liked it when things were gentle.