The night was quiet.. the winds slept, the birds silently hovered, and even the stars were dim. Beneath white sheets, behind closed doors, Heather stirred as familiar hands traced her bare skin. A sigh escaped her parting lips as she slowly awoke. She knew who it was, but as the thought reached her conscious mind, her conflictions arrived with it. Joy was her twin, brought to her from birth, joined by more than just sisterhood.. another sigh involuntarily came from Heather, she tried to concentrate.. soft hands caressed her legs as moist lips hovered just beneath her wet center... Heather loved Joy, but she also knew it couldn't be. Society stood in her path, and Joy too. For Joy loved men, even as she loved Heather. It was a truth she didn't know how to accept.. until.. Heather's thoughts faded as her pleasure intensified.. She loved Joy, yet felt hurt by the truth of her love... her pleasure heightened as she tried to focus on her thoughts... Why couldn't Joy be hers?.. she bit her lower lip, fingers digging into soft sheets.. why couldn't Joy just love her, and her alone...? A gasp of satisfaction briefly threatened to break the night's quiet... Heather looked into the mirror, her eyes distant, as Joy kissed her tenderly on the cheek. She saw mixed emotions in the eyes that stared back at her, betraying the truth she had belatedly come to realize.. that her torture had become her remedy...
THE END
Life seems to be moving at a fast pace for me right now, and i can hardly find time to pause and reflect, least to write...
Perhaps I'll be writing a second story for this...
Perhaps...
