All kinds of Sisters

I originally planned this as four chapters but it might go longer than that if you guys respond positively. The idea came to me while watching Big Little Lies (it's pretty good if you haven't seen it). There's a line at the very beginning about half-sisters and it sort of made my mind wander about the different types of sibling relationships and that, somewhat inevitably, took me to this place. Hope you like it.

Interestingly, that show inspired two stories (well... one story and the scene from colors last week). 

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There are lots of different types of sisters, and I have all of them. I don’t mean like loud, quiet, smart, dumb, etc. I mean like actual categories. You see, I have a twin sister, an adoptive sister, a step sister and a half sister. Yeah… It’s a little weird at Christmas.

My parents didn’t think they could have kids so they adopted. Two days after they signed the adoption papers, they found out they were pregnant. With twins. As you can imagine, the prospects of going from zero kids to three scared the crap out of them. It REALLY scared the crap out of my Dad who, after less than 12 months, took off. We never heard from him again. Good riddance to the SOB.

Mom remarried a couple years later. A nice man who ended up being my “real” father as far as I’m concerned. At the time, our life was in a bit of a downward spiral and we were probably two weeks away from being homeless. Then this guy shows up out of nowhere. I barely remember it. Aspen and I were only three at the time. Sydney, our adopted sister was five. She still tells the story about kicking him in the shin the first time she met him. Kicked him hard, as it turns out. He still had a divot there years later. Well he kicked her back (gently I’m assured by both) and they got along well from that day forward.

Anyways, Daniel had a daughter of his own, Lee Ann. Just a year younger than Aspen and I. And then, within two months of getting married, a fifth kid was added to the house when Paris was born.

Oh… my name. Sorry. It’s a little embarrassing. In case you hadn’t noticed, my Mom has a thing for naming her kids for places she wants to visit. Aspen, Paris and Sydney all got pretty lucky. You wouldn’t really notice that they’re named for some goofy traveling obsession. On the other hand, when you name your son Patagonia, you condemn him to either public ridicule or to adopt the name “Pat”. I chose the latter. I’m really glad my Mom didn’t want to visit Phuket.

So… yeah… that’s how our family came to be. And we were happy. We are happy, actually. As unorthodox and weird as we are, we’re quite happy with each other.

Sydney has always been the perfect big sister. She watched out for Aspen and I when we were little and when two new children were quickly added to the family, she took it on herself to take care of everyone and help Mom in every way possible. She was barely old enough to remember the fights between my biological father and Mom, but the abandonment left a big impression on her.

Aspen and I were basically inseparable. She was my other half in a way very few people can fully understand. She seemed to have a preternatural ability to know what I wanted. And I for her. We sometimes freak out identical twins with how close we are. As we got older, I got more comfortable around people and Aspen became the shy one. I would start talking for her. Not in a bullying, controlling way. It was just what made us both comfortable. She was fine around our sisters and other girls. But other than my step dad and I, she really didn’t talk to guys. Even waiters would cause her to clam up and shoot me a pointed look to order for her.

Lee Ann was the bookworm of the family. A lot of people thought Aspen was shy but then they got to know her and realized it was just around boys. Lee Ann, on the other hand, just seemed to enjoy the quiet. Of all of us, she was the one most likely to simply sit in a bay window on a rainy day and read an old book. Or just watch the rest of us play. She would partake if we pressed her. If we were playing some kind of board game, she’d almost always win, but mostly she simply wanted to be around us and watch, soaking in the family atmosphere. When she wasn’t doing that, she’d immerse herself in a good story or even read interesting subjects on Wikipedia. Dad tried to get her to play Basketball when she was seven. She actually did pretty well the first practice. Then Dad made the mistake of explaining that there were different defenses. She couldn’t stop talking about it for the next two weeks. “What’s a box in one? Do you play a 1-3-1 against the motion offense? When’s it best to switch to man?” At the first game, she kept getting lost on the court as she tried to figure out exactly what the opponents were doing, sometimes even stopping to count with her fingers. Turns out, it’s easy to steal the ball from you when you’re counting to five on one hand at the same time.

After that, Lee Ann and Dad would bond over WATCHING sports, not playing them.

And then there was Paris. She was four years younger than Aspen and I and she was wonderful. And also a handful. She was like the classic youngest child dialed up to 11. Both the good stereotypes and the bad ones. She was brilliant but a brat. Giving but spoiled. Empathetic but sharp tongued. Loving but entitled. A pop psychologist would have spent one afternoon with her and screamed, “I KNEW I was right!”

So that’s my family. And like I said. We’re happy. And I think it’s fair to say our happiness has only increased over the last few years. And that’s really what this story is about. How we went from a surprisingly happy, non-nuclear, family to deliriously happy.

The story starts with Paris’s high school graduation… No… that’s probably not right, The story really starts with Sydney entering the marines. She went into bootcamp right out of high school. Aspen and I were old enough to help keep Paris in line and, despite her reservations, Sydney wanted to see the world and “do some good for others”. Our parents were worried about her (what parent wouldn’t be?) but they were also encouraging. So she left, and for the next couple years, her letters to us were what we all gathered around the fireplace to read. She wrote every week like clockwork and we listened to Lee Ann read it. It was the highlight of our week. I know that sounds pretty geeky… and I guess it was. But she was our big sister and had been a second mother to all of us so we missed her tremendously.

A couple years later, Aspen and I went off to college. It didn’t shock anyone when we went to UCLA together. It just made sense. I majored in engineering. She majored in literature. Despite how in sync we were, we had very different aptitudes. She’d wanted to study engineering with me but I’d insisted she do something she was going to love.

“But I’ll love being in class with you, Pat.”

“I know… but we’re roommates. We can be away from each other for four hours a day,” I said with a laugh.

She pouted but she knew I was right. “Fine… but I’m helping you study and you’re gonna help me, got it?”

“Of course!” I told her. And that’s exactly what we did. We threw ourselves into our studies and  didn’t socialize much. Sometimes I look back and wonder if I missed anything. The traditional college experience, you know? Aspen hooked me up with a couple of her girlfriends, but none of them felt right. I tried to return the favor but Aspen demurred every time.

“Yick… Dave? Why? So I can be buried underneath a pile of sweaty hair?” she said with a laugh.

“He’s not THAT bad, Aspen,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“For someone who knows me so well, you sure do a lousy job of picking out boys for me to date.”

“Sorry… I’ll try to do better,” I said, chastised.

“Just think about what I like and give me that, Patagonia,” she said. She only full-named me when she was feeling particularly serious. I thought about what she said a lot over the next few days. Aspen had always been there by my side. I tried to think back to guys she’d mentioned or been interested in but could think of nothing. It really started to bother me.

It wasn’t until spring break of our Junior year that I figured it out. Campus was pretty much abandoned but we’d stayed behind. Neither of us had any inclination to go party at the beach. That just wasn’t our scene. But I felt like we did need to blow off some steam.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Aspen asked as she wrung her hair out from a shower so recent that I could see the steam flowing gently out of the cracked door behind her.

“Get drunk?” I asked, jokingly. We’d just turned 21 and it seemed like the quintessential college experience.

Aspen gave me a funny look but then shrugged, “Sounds fun. Beer, wine or vodka?”

“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. ‘Get Drunk’ was about as far as I’d taken my plan. I kinda thought Aspen wouldn’t go for it and getting drunk alone seemed a singularly depressing idea.

She pulled out her phone and tapped away, “According to the internet we should try Apple Cider, Rum and Coke or some kind of white wine like a Chablis… Shablee… not sure how to pronounce that…,” she said as she flicked through random websites.

“Sounds good. Let’s go,” I said.

“Right now?”

“Sure… no time like the present.”

Turns out, all of those can be picked up at your local ABC liquor store so we were home 30 minutes later with two bags of booze staring back at us from the counter.

“What now?” she asked.

“I dunno… want to do some kind of stupid drinking game?”

“Sure… uhmm… pick a TV show,” she said.

“Modern Family,” I said with a laugh. I’d been on a sitcom kick lately.

Aspen pondered that for a second, “We drink whenever Phil says something dumb.”

“We’ll be dead by the end of the first episode,” I replied, not wanting to get alcohol poisoning my first time drinking.

“Yeah… you’re right… okay… How about every time Gloria says something we don’t understand.”

“Okay… that sounds fine,” I said.

If you haven’t watched the show, Gloria is from Columbia and has a thick accent. Turns out, I’d forgotten how often they make that joke about her accent being hard to understand. So about halfway through the second episode, we were both pretty buzzed.

We were sitting on the couch, comfortable, buzzed and laughing at the absurd sitcom when one of the stupid streaming service commercials came on. We were poor college students so didn’t pay for the premium, no-ad service. While the commercial (that we’d already seen three times) played through, I looked over at Aspen and drunkenly asked, “I can’t figure you out, sis. What is it you’re looking for.”

She laughed for no real reason and lolled her head to the side before saying, “What do you mean?”

“I mean in a guy… I’ve been trying to figure it out for years and I can’t. You told me to think about what you like and I’m at a loss.”

She looked at me, suddenly seeming far more sober than I felt. She bit her lip before saying, “Well… I like you…”

“So you want a guy that looks like me? I hooked you up with Pete… people think we’re brothers,” I said.

“He’s not you, though,” she said quietly.

“Ohh… so somebody who’s more like my personality… Jared and Hairy Dave are like me… Jared even kinda looks like me a little… same hair… same rough build… I guess his face is different.”

Aspen rolled her eyes and flopped towards me, putting one hand on my knee and the other around my shoulder. She was suddenly inches from my face, staring me dead in the eyes, “No Patagonia. Nobody is you,” she said.

My brain may have been a little fuzzy but I think I was starting to get the picture. “You mean…”

She nodded, then leaned forward and kissed me. It was tentative and a little awkward. She’d only ever had one kiss before, a brief backyard peck when she was 7 with a boy from school. I didn’t have a bunch of experience but I knew what I liked and I felt my body take over. I slid my hand around her waist without thinking, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her and pulled her to me. She scooted the remaining couple feet towards me and sank into our kiss, following my wordless guidance as I kissed her with growing passion.

We kept at it for several minutes before I felt her hand start to slide up my leg. Suddenly, the weight of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I pulled away, looking at my sister who was practically panting in front of me, breathless from the hot make out session we’d been having. “Aspen… you’re my sister,” I said.

She looked downcast. Sad. Almost despondent. “Is that a problem?”

“Aspen… you’re. My. Sister,” I said, feeling like the sentence was sufficiently explanatory.

“You’re what I want, Pat.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Do you want me? Don’t answer… just look at me… Do. You. Want. Me?” she said, parroting back the staccato tone of my own objection.

I looked at her. REALLY looked at her. Aspen has very long, silky straight hair which hangs down almost to her ass. It’s a sort of golden, dirty blonde that sways when she walks, framing her whole body. And I’d never looked before but damn… my twin sister had a body! Tiny little waist and wide hips with breasts that sat high on her chest even without a bra. Oh shit! She didn’t have a bra on! Her nipples were poking out prominently through the T-Shirt.

She noticed me staring, “Do you like them? They’re yours, Patagonia,” she said as she whipped her shirt off over her head and sat back. “It’s all for you.”

I swallowed, “Aspen… I don’t… I just was asking what you wanted… and I… I mean,” I stammered, having trouble thinking. Between the arousing sight of my twin sister and the alcohol, I could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone articulate them verbally.

“What I want is to give you everything you want, bro. EVERY. SINGLE. THING,” she said, leaning forward and crawling across the couch to kiss me again. My resolve crumbled to dust as our lips touched. I felt that electricity, just like other first kisses I’d had but this was so much more intense. This was my sister.

This was my sister!

I pushed her away again, “We can’t… you’re drunk,” I said.

“Is that the only reason? If it is, don’t worry about it. I’ve wanted this for years, Pat.”

“I’m drunk…” I said.

She paused, then looked at me, “Tell me what you want, Pat. I promise I’ll do anything you ask. ANYthing.”

Now, I don’t know about you, but a hot, topless blonde offering to do anything you want is not something that happens to me every day. So how I managed to utter the next sentence is beyond me. I kinda think my drunken state on top of everything warrants some kind of medal or something. Regardless, I said, “I want you to go to bed and sleep it off Aspen. And then talk about this in the morning. Okay?”

Aspen looked at me for a long time. Eyes searching mine with the slightest hint of a frown creasing across her lips. She didn’t look sad, just… disappointed. Eventually, she nodded her head and stood up, “If that’s what you want, Patagonia. I did say anything.” She grabbed her t-shirt and walked back to her bedroom, shaking her hips in a way that told me she knew I was staring at her ass. Damn was it a nice ass.

I followed her down the hall, forcing myself into my own bedroom despite every fiber of my being telling me to follow her. “Goodnight, Aspen,” I said quietly as I closed the door.

“Goodnight, my love,” I heard her say softly behind me, so quietly that I don’t think she meant for me to hear. But the words rang in my ears as I flopped into bed. The image of her and her words that night played through my head for the next ten minutes as I took care of the huge bulge I’d been battling against.

In the morning, I woke up early, still groggy from our night of drinking. It took me a good five minutes before I remembered fully the previous night’s incident. “Oh God,” I said, stumbling out of my bedroom in a hungover haze. My headache was splitting but I barely noticed. I needed to talk to Aspen.

She clearly handled her alcohol better than I had. She was whistling happily in the kitchen, cooking a delicious smelling breakfast. That was the first thing I noticed. The glorious smell of lightly charred bacon. The second thing I noticed was my sister’s perky little ass poking out from underneath a short, thin white t-shirt. “Aspen? What are you… uhmm… wearing?” I asked.

She turned around with a bright smile. I noticed the smile for the briefest of moments before my eyes darted downward involuntarily. As I expected from the view from the back, she was completely naked from the waist down. Her pussy was on full display. And it was shaved completely smooth, which I find the most attractive. I stared for a moment, both of us silent, before managing to wrench my eyes back up to my sister’s smug face.

“Do you like it, Pat?” she asked.

“Uhhmm… Aspen… what…?”

“I see the magazines you buy. After you passed out last night, I went and looked at the pages that were most worn. I’m glad you’re not a big tit guy,” she said with a laugh before turning back to continue cooking. Inexplicably, the first thing that popped into my head was that she was cooking bacon naked and that seemed pretty bold.

“The grease is going to burn you,” I said, not thinking about it, “I mean… with you wearing so little.”

She laughed a delightful, mirthful laugh, “That’s why I’m wearing the shirt, silly.”

“But your pants… and underwear, Aspen.”

“You saw the top half last night. You might as well see the whole thing, right?’

“What? Why?”

She turned around again, looking at me with a face that was 100% sober and serious, “Because you big doofus. It’s yours. It’s all yours, okay? Every inch of my body. Every thought in my head. They’re all yours. Completely. Forever.”

“Aspen…” I said, warningly. She simply stood there looking vulnerable. She was biting her lip again as she looked at me.

She turned back to the stove and kept cooking, scooping the bacon out as she spoke, “Stop worrying about it, Patagonia. With me, you just get to take what you want. To have what you want, okay. It doesn’t have to be sex if you don’t want. I just wanted you to know that literally everything is on the table for you. No limits, okay?”

I sat down, blinking my eyes and trying to force my still cloudy brain to wrap itself around her words.

“There’s water and coffee there for you, my love,” she said, gesturing over her shoulder to the bar. I reached out, grateful for the liquids. The water was gone in 15 seconds. I hadn’t realized how thirsty and dehydrated I was. The coffee was still hot and I had to sip for a bit but it was gone quickly as well. The whole time, I was trying to understand what my twin sister was telling me.

“Aspen,” I finally said. I looked up and she was standing there staring at me. “Can you put some pants on. I can barely think straight as it is and… that… isn’t helping, okay?”

“Sure thing. If that’s what you want,” she said. She went quickly to her bedroom and came back out holding a tight pair of running shorts that barely covered her ass. She slipped them on, pulling them up and over her plump ass in a display that had to be intentionally enticing. “Better?”

“A little,” I said. “Sit,” I told her, indicating the chair in front of me.

She promptly sat down and said, “What’s up, bro?”

It was such a casual question given the last 12 hours. I looked at her for a moment, blinking before busting out laughing, “What’s up bro? That’s your question?”

She rolled her eyes before looking at me with that same serious face, “You want to know about last night?”

“Uhh… yeah!”

“And this morning?”

“Aspen… tell me what’s going on. Please.”

“I love you, Patagonia,”

“I love you too, Aspen,” I said.

“For me, that’s unconditional though.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Would you strip naked and run through the parking lot if I asked?”

“No,” I said.

“I would. I would do anything for you, Pat. I realized a couple years ago that the thing that makes me happiest on any day at any moment is making you happy. Just doing little things. Making you breakfast. Cleaning up your messes. Even watching your stupid superhero movies.”

“You don’t like them?”

“I didn’t at first. But now I love them. Because you do and because you wanted me to.”

“You love superhero movies because I WANT you to?” I asked, confused by the very concept.

“Exactly. I love making you happy. And anything you want from me I’ll do. And If you want me to love doing it, I’ll love doing it. Understand?”

“Not even a little,” I told her, still confused.

“Right now… if I wasn’t your sister… If I was just some random girl sitting here and telling you this… if I was one of those girls you watch in porn… don’t try to object… I know you do… If I was one of those girls, what would you want to happen. Be honest.”

“Well… I guess I’d want you naked…,” I started. With a blur of speed, Aspen had stripped back out of her shorts and yanked her top off, flinging them onto the couch.

“Done. What next?”

“Aspen, stop…,” I said.

“What. Next?” she said with an intensity I rarely saw from my usually soft-spoken sister.

“Uhmm… I guess a blowjob is what usually happens next.”

She rolled her eyes again, “Stop telling me about how a porn works. I’ve seen them. I know the formula. What do YOU want, Patagonia. You have a hot naked girl in your apartment. What would YOU want to have happen.”

“I’d want to watch her play with herself,” I said. It was the truth. I really liked watching a girl masturbate while she talked dirty.

“With a toy or not?” she asked excitedly.

“With a big dildo, I guess.”

“In her vagina or butt? What’s wrong?”

I must have made a face. Vagina really took me out of the moment, “Sorry… nothing.”

“Patagonia… tell me what’s the matter.”

“Nothing really… just… vagina feels so clinical, you know?”

Her eyes lit up, “Got it… not… that… twat?” she asked.

“Sounds kind of silly,” I said, “Pussy… or… uhmm… cunt… are good,” I said. I wasn’t sure how she would react to that word. I knew lots of women found it offensive.

“Cunt? So you like… cunt… big brother?”

I nodded, feeling a little bit mesmerized.

“You want to watch a naked blonde fuck her cunt with a big fat dildo?”

I nodded again, utterly mesmerized, and she stood up with a smile. She left the room with that same, sexy butt swagger and quickly returned with a nice sized purple dildo. Not massive by any stretch but definitely well above average. She saw me staring and smiled at me as she sat down on the couch and spread her legs, “I had to make sure I would be ready for you, Pat. I’ve seen what you’re packing.”

I blushed. “You’ve been planning this?”

She nodded. “Yesssss,” she hissed as the dildo slid into her glistening pussy. “For a couple years now. Ever since I first saw you get out of the shower. What else would your hypothetical friend be doing, Pat?”

I realized that it wasn’t hypothetical. This was real. She wasn’t joking or messing with me. She wanted this and, I had to admit, it was getting pretty hard to resist the pull myself.

“She’d be talking dirty… like really slutty, you know?” I said. I couldn’t help it. She had me. I adjusted my cock and was excited to see her eyes flick down and the smile form across her lips.

“Like what?” she said with a gasp, “Teach me, Pat.”

“Like… I dunno… talking about how slutty she is… telling me how wet her cunt was… how bad she… uhmmm,” I paused, not sure where this all was headed. My head was spinning in a haze of lust, all thoughts of the hangover having evaporated.

“What… You want me to tell you how desperate my cunt is for your big fucking cock?” she asked as she plunged the dildo into herself over and over. I was mesmerized as I watched her lips grip hungrily at the purple shaft as it split her asunder. “My tight little pussy is right here Pat. It needs you. Tell me what you like, Pat.”

“I want you to tell me what YOU like,” I said. “What’s going through that slutty little brain of yours?”

She moaned, her eyes rolling, “I… I… I don’t think about those things,” she said.

“Liar… you obviously do. Don’t try to act all innocent.”

She kept stabbing the dildo into herself as her eyes fixated on my crotch. She said nothing, just staring blankly for several minutes, unresponsive other than the moans and gasps that escaped her lips. Finally, she whispered throatily, “Sh… show me. Please?”

“What?” I asked, teasing her as I stroked my cock through my pants.

“Show me… and I’ll tell you,” she said.

I was so aroused by her words and the overloading visuals that I didn’t hesitate. I yanked my pants down and sat back on the couch, my cock sticking up from my lap awkwardly.”Now tell me, Aspen. What do you want?”

“I… I… I don’t think about specifics. I think about the feelings. I don’t… uhmm… oh… I don’t want to have to think about the specifics… you know?”

I shook my head, not understanding.

She just kept hammering away, licking her lips lustily before finally continuing, “I want you to make me do things.”

“Like what?”

“Anything… seriously, Patagonia. ANYTHING. It doesn’t matter how horrible or degrading. I’ll do it. You OWN me,” she said.

“I can fuck you?”

“Of course,” she said, laughing at the mundane request.

“Cover you in cum, fuck your ass?”

“YEsssss,” she hissed, getting into it more, “Anything means anything.”

“Spit on you? Spank you? Trade you to my friends?”

“Oh god…. Yes… oh god!” she said, “I want to cum, Pat! Can I cum?”

I started to agree but then got an evil thought. I started stroking my cock, “No… what if I deny you, Aspen? What if I want you to do this everyday and never let you cum?”

Her eyes were wide and her mouth stuck in an “O” as she stared at me. She kept fucking herself but took her other hand away from her clit and locked eyes with me. She nodded, “Yessssss… my orgasms are yours too, Pat.”

“What if I never fuck you? What if I just have you seduce other girls for me?”

“OHhhh… God… Nooo… but yessssssss… if that’s what you want, Pat… of course.” Her whole body was shaking wildly now. Her legs twitching. Her eyes looked almost vacant and broken as she kept flicking between my face and my cock.

“What if I want you to seduce Sydney for me?”

Her smile turned wicked and she looked at me, “Anything, Pat. I’ll find out what she likes and help you fuck her. I’ll be there holding her ankles wide for you if you want. Just tell me. Use me how you want, Pat. Please. I need it. I need to be used by you. I need to be useful to you.”

“Come here,” I said, beckoning her over with my finger.

She practically dove at me, the dildo forgotten as she rushed over to stand next to me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her down to my cock. She didn’t need any instructions, simply opened her mouth and accepted me, taking my cock halfway down before she gagged. She came up, gasping for air and immediately dove back down. “I’m going to do that, Aspen. I’m going to use you and make you mine in every way. In any way I want, understand?”

She gurgled her agreement around my cock, still plunging herself deeper and deeper onto my cock, completely ignoring her human limitations. I looked at her, blonde hair already a mess. Beautiful pale skin and red lipstick all smeared. “You’re mine,” I hissed before releasing the biggest load I’d ever had into her mouth. She sputtered in surprise and came up gasping. A second jet hit her face and she dove back in, determined not to let any of it go to waste. She sucked down every bit, licking her lips when she was done as she sat back on her heels and looked up at me.

“Did I do well?”

“It was a good first try,” I said, running my fingers through her hair.

“So there’s going to be a second time?” she said, staring up at me with bright, eager eyes.

“And a third, and a fourth, and a fifth…” I said.

She grabbed my legs and hugged me tight, “Thank you so much, Pat. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sis. I love you too.”