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A Tale of Two Sisters from the Borderlands	By : lesbiaN7ncest Category: +A through F > Borderlands Views: 10105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning Fiona opened her bedroom door a crack and peered out into the main room of their little hovel. Sure enough, Sasha was sitting out there, drinking something warm and reading something that appeared to claim to be news of some fashion. Fiona cursed under her breath, but told herself that she couldn't avoid Sasha forever. Besides, she was a con artist. It's what she did for a living. Surely she could bluff her way past her sister. Taking a deep breath, Fiona opened the door and stepped out, striding to the kitchen area confidently as if it were an ordinary day.
'Not too confident!' her mind screamed. 'It will be too obvious then.'
Fiona listened to her brain and slowed down into a more casual pace, while also letting her broad smile ease off, yet not vanish. "Morning Sasha," she said casually, trying to sound pleasant, yet not overly pleased. 'You got this' he mind assured her.
"Morning Fi," Sasha responded offhandedly, but then she looked up and turned around to observe her sister over her shoulder. "Everything okay with you?"
"I'm fine," Fiona answered, rifling through the fridge. "Why do you ask?"
"Well... it's just that last night, you seemed a bit... off," Sasha explained.
"Oh, that," Fiona said with a wan smile. "I was just reminiscing about what happened over the past few weeks. You caught me at a bad moment... just thinking about Gortys again. I just wish... I wish there had been another way."
It helped matters that Fiona did really feel this way. Every so often she'd think back to those moments where she and Sasha were forced to shoot Gortys, and it tore her up inside. Part of her hated to use something like this as a tool to hide her shameful thoughts about Sasha from her sister, but she also knew it was a matter that genuinely bothered her, and this could help sell that her current emotional state was something else.
"So do I," Sasha admitted regretfully. "We both cared about Gortys a lot. But we also had to do what we had to do."
"I know," Sasha said sadly, the memories actually starting make her close to tears. "But I still can't help but feel that there could have been another option."
Sasha stood up and walked over to Fiona, placing a hand on her shoulder. Fiona looked up and Sasha smiled and pulled her into a hug. Fiona returned it as Sasha spoke over her shoulder. "Just remember what Felix said," she started, and then her voice went deeper as she did her impression of their former caretaker and comrade. "When you're planning something, you can look for alternatives all you want. But when the shit hits the fan, often there's only one course of action. Because thinking too much then will get your ass blasted off."
Fiona chuckled a bit at that and smiled. She always did love Sasha's impression of Felix. "Thanks Sash."
Sasha squeezed Fiona again briefly before letting go and leaning back. The sisters smiled at each other, but then Sasha leaned forward and kissed Fiona on the tip of the nose quickly. It was a simple act of sisterly affection, and nothing overtly meaningful beyond that, yet Fiona couldn't help but blush and feel warmth radiating through her body as it happened. She looked at her sister's pretty face smiling fondly at her, and all thoughts of Gortys and what happened were quickly replaced by the verboten desires she'd been feeling towards Sasha lately. Fiona was left speechless again, part of her wanting to step away, while another wanted to embrace her sister's petite body once more. And in a less sisterly manner. Luckily for Fiona, Sasha broke the silence, not seeming to notice her sudden staring. "Well, I'm heading out to hang out at the bar and see if I can pick up any gossip. Might get some leads for jobs that way."
"Okay... okay sure," Fiona managed to say. "Good luck."
"Thanks. I'll probably be a few hours," Sasha said as she gathered some stuff. "Feel free to drop on by later if you make any headway yourself."
Sasha trotted out the door, leaving Fiona watching her before it closed shut. Fiona shook her head and wiped a hand across her brow. She couldn't keep letting Sasha affect her like this. She needed some way of at least functioning around her. She thought about it and wondered if she needed some kind of release to get rid of the tension, but how? From deep within her subconscious came the answer: you're alone for a while... take advantage of it.
Masturbation. Fiona wasn't sure it was the answer, but it was hard to not give into her mind's carnal suggestions. And she was feeling rather horny at the moment. Fiona sighed and removed the belt buckle that hooked around the right side of her jacket and clipped around her trousers. Taking a seat on the couch, she loosened the top button of her pants and spread her legs, then sucked on and licked her two middle fingers for a few moments before sliding them down the front of her trousers. She decided to slip them over her panties rather than in to begin with, where she squeezed them up into her dampening sex. Fiona moaned as she began to tend to herself, rocking her head back and breathing deeply, yet steadily. For a few seconds she tried to picture Athena in her mind's eye, but instead the image faded and Sasha's face replaced it. Fiona cursed herself for a moment for letting her mind go down that path, but deep down came a counterpoint that if she can be satisfied with Sasha in this form, she may not feel the need to go after the real thing so much.
Fiona accepted this, and began to increase the rhythm of her fingering. Things were just starting to get good, and Fiona was ready to slip her fingers right inside herself soon. She had been ignoring all surroundings and just focusing on the feeling between her legs and the thoughts of her sister doing naughty, forbidden things to her, when the main door opened.
"I'm back. A bar fight broke out and I wa-- OH MY GOD!"
Fiona's eyes flashed open and she saw Sasha standing there mortified. Fiona had no idea what to do, as she sat there frozen before her sister, her hand still down the front of her pants.
"Fiona! What the hell?!" Sasha blurted out, quickly closing the door behind her and locking it.
"Sasha I... I..." Fiona started, and then tears welled up in her eyes and she dropped her face into her palms and started sobbing.
Sasha ran over towards her sister, sitting beside her and making soft soothing noises to make Fiona calm down and stop crying. With one hand on Fiona's shoulder and the other patting her knee, Sasha hushed her and pressed her forehead against the side of Fiona's head. "Calm down. It's not a big deal, sis."
"I'm sorry Sasha," Fiona said after a long exhale, her face no longer hid in her hands. "I didn't mean for you to see me like that. I... I thought I had a few hours before you'd be back. I didn't mean to... to do that... in front of you."
"It's okay, Fi!" Sasha said quickly to calm her sister down, vertical palms facing Fiona. "I understand. We all need some... personal time now and then." A pause followed, then a side note came with a mocking 'stating-the-obvious' tone to it. "I just thought you'd at least have the sense to keep it in your room."
Fiona sank into the couch a little. "Sorry Sash. I just... didn't think. I was already out here when I got the urge and... Well..."
"You had the house to yourself, so why not?" Sasha said playfully with a smirk. Fiona didn't say anything, just returning a nervous smile and sinking a little lower again.
"Soooooo... who were you thinking about?" Sasha asked curiously. "Who was pleasuring you in your sordid fantasies?"
Fiona hesitated to answer. "Ath... Athena," she eventually lied.
"I'm sorry Fi," Sasha said with an understanding look of empathy. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad by prying. It must be hard for you."
"H-How do you mean?" Fiona queried.
"Well, she's with Springs, isn't she," Sasha answered. "She's spoken for."
Fiona looked down and away as her sister said that, then she felt the hand on her thigh start gently stroking up and down. She followed the arm it was bound with her eyes to see Sasha leaning in with a look of sympathy. "It must be hard to be attracted to somebody you can't have," Sasha added, and Fiona noticed a slight flush to Sasha's cheeks and the subtlest of wavers in her voice.
"Yeah," Fiona said, looking into Sasha's green eyes that twinned her own. "It does."
"Did that little lesson you gave me a couple of days ago set this off?" Sasha asked boldly. "I mean... you did get a little carried away there for a moment."
Fiona didn't answer verbally. Her eyes looked away for a moment before meeting Sasha's again and she slowly nodded.
"I thought so," Sasha said, trying to give Fiona a reassuring smile. "You've been acting kind of strange ever since then."
"I didn't mean to, Sash," Fiona tried to defend. "It's just... just..."
Fiona couldn't even find a decent excuse, but Sasha didn't give her much time to find one before she interrupted.
"I noticed you watching me dancing yesterday, Fi." Sasha's tone was accusative, yet strangely not hostile. More like she was simply letting Fiona know that she knew and any attempts to hide or deny it were a waste of time, but also not to worry despite it. "And the way you looked at me when I got out of the shower."
Sasha let that hang, and Fiona's cheeks got rosier and her eyes grew wide and round. Sasha continued. "It took me a bit of thinking to realize, but... I put two and two together."
"Sasha, look... I don't know what you think, but I d-"
Fiona was silenced by a finger against her lips and her sister making a soft hushing sound. When Fiona ceased trying, the finger moved up from her lips and gently stroked some locks of Fiona's fringe away from her face. Sasha shifted a bit closer to her, a warm smile on her lips and a slightly dreamy look in her eyes. She played with Fiona's hair with the tip of her finger for a few seconds more, then spoke up slowly and softly. "You weren't really thinking of Athena at all, were you?"
Fiona's eyes tried to read Sasha's for a moment, then she bit her bottom lip and her cheeks squeezed upwards, seeming to push a few droplets of liquid up into her now regret-stricken eyes.
"No," Fiona admitted, in almost a whisper. "I... I wasn't."
"You were thinking about me, weren't you?" Sasha asked, and she seemed to look sad. It wasn't a disappointed sad though, but more of a piteous one.
"Sasha I..." Fiona began, and she lowered her face in shame as the tears started to run down her cheeks. "I never meant to hurt you." She let out a sob and brought a hand across her eyes. "I never meant to... to look at you that way, and feel about you that way. I just..." She trailed off, then changed her mind about what she was about to say. "It just... it just happened..."
Fiona cried a little, then felt some finger tips under her chin. They encouraged her to look up and through blurry, tear-streaked vision she saw Sasha looking at her sadly, and Fiona wasn't sure but she could swear she saw Sasha's eyes start to glisten at the corners. But then, the edges of Sasha's mouth slowly curled up a little.
"It's okay, Fi. There's no need to feel sad or guilty," Sasha comforted. "You and I have been through everything together. We've always been there for each other. Always had each others back. No matter what. Through thick and thin. You're my sister, and I love you more than anybody. I trust you more than anybody. And that's not going to change, even if your feelings towards me have." Sasha let that hang, then she blinked quickly, lowered her head a little and blushed. "Even if our feelings towards each other have... changed."
Fiona did a double-take, then raised one eyebrow and looked at Sasha quizzically. "What... What do you mean by that?" she asked Sasha. "What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying... is..." Sasha started, only to abandon the sentence as she looked deeply into Fiona's emerald eyes and a look of desire came over her. "Screw it!" Sasha breathed, and she lunged forward and pressed her lips into Fiona's with heated hunger. The younger sibling clasped Fiona's face between her hands to stop it retreating, but after the initial surprise wore off, the older sister yielded then quickly reciprocated a few seconds later. Instinctively Fiona's hands landed on Sasha's hips as they made out, and after a good twenty seconds or so the sister's parted, their eyes still locked on each other's even if their mouths no longer were.
"Sasha..." Fiona breathed, seemingly in awe. She couldn't believe this was happening. Sasha smiled back, again brushing some stray strands from her sister's face.
"You're so beautiful, Fiona," Sasha breathed, awestruck herself. "I always thought so, but... why couldn't I see you like this earlier?"
"Y-you're just saying that because I'm probably one of the only single girls within 200 miles that's still got her face intact," Fiona answered, blushing deeper.
"Not quite," Sasha noted. "You still have that little scar on your brow."
Sasha tapped the facial impurity gently with the tip of her finger, then slowly leaned in closer to Fiona. "That said though... I think it makes you more beautiful."
Sasha placed a gentle kiss on the scar, then giggled and leaned back again. Fiona reddened again, then looked away, her smile disappearing. "Sasha, I don't want to be a wet blanket here, but are you sure that... this..."
Fiona's sentence vanished into silence as she looked back at Sasha. Her sister was giving her a look she'd seen many times before, but she didn't recall it being directed at her. It was a sultry, half-lidded look of flirtatious desire that she'd seen Sasha employ against various men over the past few years during con-jobs to get them on-side and turn them into putty. It didn't have any real affect on Fiona in the past, even when she was discovering her interest in other women, but then it had never been directed at her like this. That changed everything, and Fiona found it hard to not be completely hypnotized by the sensual stare.
On top of that, Sasha was slowly starting to peel her hooded bolero from her shoulders. The mostly brown, green and tangerine colored garment softly crumbled onto the edge of the couch behind her before its own weight pulled it down to the floor at the foot of the furniture. Sasha's arms were now fully exposed, a white undershirt supported by two thin shoulder straps and a pair of goggles hanging around her throat the only things now visibly adorning Sasha's upper torso.
"Sasha... what are you doing?" Fiona asked as her younger sister leaned in towards her again. Sasha pressed her lips hungrily into Fiona's and answered with a kiss, before slurping away and reaching our with both hands towards her older sister's collar. She unclasped the two golden fasteners that joined the blouse collars at Sasha's throat, smiling at her sister as they snapped open.
"Getting part two of our lesson started," Sasha finally answered.
"You mean..." Fiona started.
"I've learned how to kiss a woman. Now I need you to teach me how to make love to one."
"Sasha... I..." Fiona began, and then she sighed. "To start with, aren't we moving this a little fast? I mean... we're sisters."
"I think we've already gone beyond that, Fi," Sasha said pragmatically, and she stroked Fiona's cheek as her voice softened. "That bridge has been crossed. We both know how we both feel about each other."
"Yeah, but... we don't have to jump right into the deep end so quickly," Fiona said. "We can give this some time to sink in." Fiona placed a hand on Sasha's cheek too. "I don't want to hurt you and make you regret anything by rushing things."
"I won't, Fi. Not when it's you," Sasha said, giving her sister the most earnest look possible. "I... I love you."
"I... love you too," Fiona said.
"Then show me," Sasha breathed, and she took Fiona's lips in hers again. The two sisters made out, Sasha sliding her hands down onto Fiona's shoulders while Fiona dared to curve her fingers around her younger sister's firm rear end. Fiona felt Sasha's hands begin to work her reddish brown coat off of her shoulders and she broke the kiss with a murmur. Sasha looked disappointed.
"Don't resist me, Fi," Sasha said, stroking her older sister's cheek. "I want this. I really do."
"It's... not that," Fiona said, blushing. "It's just that... lesson two..."
"Uh-huh," Sasha said, capturing Fiona's lips in hers for a brief moment, then releasing so her older sibling could continue.
"It's just that I... I never did quite... finish step two myself," Fiona admitted.
"Always got interrupted at the crucial moment?" Sasha asked, kissing at Fiona's throat.
"No," Fiona answered, finding it hard to completely stifle a small moan and sensing her sister was resuming her work on removing her coat. "Just never... found the right girl to go that far with."
"Well, then perhaps we can both learn together at the same time and teach each other a few things in the process," Sasha said seductively.
Fiona had to admit, Sasha's sultry tones and look of heated desire was turning her on no end. She returned the favor, her own voice growing husky as her own aflame eyes met Sasha's. "I'll try to teach you what I can though," Fiona told her.
Sasha smiled. "That's my girl," she said, and they kissed passionately again, the older sister leaning up into Sasha to give her an opportunity to remove the half-dispatched coat entirely.
Fiona began to take more of the initiative herself now, and the next time their faces parted she leaned down to kiss Sasha's throat, then hooked one of the straps on her sister's tank top down to place a wet one on her shoulder. Sasha pulled Fiona up into another kiss as she reached down to unbutton the front of Fiona's gold-trimmed, hexagon patterned sweater vest. After the maroon garment popped open, Fiona leaned forward and down, sticking her tongue out and putting the tip right into Sasha's exposed navel. Sasha squeaked with a little jump, then giggled. "That tickles!"
Fiona made an approving sound then sucked at the skin of Sasha's stomach right around the navel, tonguing it briefly again before planting some kisses upwards. She grasped the hem of Sasha's top between her teeth then pulled her way up her younger sister's body. The garment followed in her wake and Sasha raised her arms into the air as it crumpled up around her chin. Fiona hitched it up over Sasha's head until it hung wrapped around Sasha's elbows just above her dreadlocks. With a hungry look, Fiona leaned in and latched onto her sister's mouth with hers once more, pulling the white undershirt the rest of the way off Sasha's arms as they made out again. A white, slightly frilly bra was all that covered Sasha's chest now, a single strap clasped around her back its only fastening.
Sasha helped Fiona slip her opened vest off completely, then began slowly unbuttoning Fiona's frilly-wristed blouse, exposing more of her sister's cleavage at the center of two ample orbs encased in a black, lacey bra. Sasha's breathing grew heavier as she revealed her sister's body more, and she bit her lip and fidgeted as Fiona finished peeling her blouse from her succulent body. Sasha was amazed that somehow, despite living on Pandora for so long, Fiona managed to keep her skin in such great condition. The two sisters stared into each others hazy jade eyes of want and passion and reached for each other before seeming to melt together again, each of their pairs of hands roaming over the now mostly exposed torso skin of the other. Fiona reached up to remove her hat, but felt hand clasp around her wrist and carefully lower it back onto her head. Sasha broke the kiss with a slurp and spoke up.
"Leave the hat on please," she requested of Fiona. "I think you look so hot wearing it."
Fiona smiled at Sasha and kissed the tip of her nose. "If you keep those goggles around your throat," she countered. "They're soooooo sexy on you."
"Deal," Sasha said with a giggle, and she reached around behind herself. "But this is definitely not staying on."
There was a slight tug and Sasha's bra fell loose, exposing her chest. She wasn't as well-endowed as her older sister, yet her breasts were perky and well-proportioned. Fiona loved them in fact, thinking they suited Sasha so much. They were just the right size and shape. Sometimes overall aesthetics were more important than mere size. She reached forwards and ran an index finger down the center of one of them, making Sasha shiver a little as her nipple was flicked. "God, you're beautiful Sasha," Fiona breathed in wonderment.
"It runs in the family," Sasha said with an earnest smile.
"Now here's something that I can teach you," Fiona said, starting to lean forward. "I at least managed to do this with another woman at one point."
Cupping Sasha's right breast in her left palm, Fiona squeezed and raised it a little as she lowered her face down upon it. Extending her tongue, she placed it just beneath the dark pink peak that topped off the mound and then ran it up across it. Sasha gasped and jumped a little, a tiny moan emanating from her throat. Fiona made a pleased one in response then repeated the motion, suckling this time on the nipple after she did. Her lips squeezed off with a pop and she switched to the other breast, but moved her left hand to take the first one's place, where she caressed the saliva-coated nipple in circular motions with her fingertips. Sasha's noises became more frequent and her breathing quickened, one hand reaching down to stroke Fiona's cheek in approving encouragement.
Fiona tended to Sasha's breasts for a couple of minutes, switching between mouth and fingers now and then, and always slowly and sensually applying herself rather than rushing things. Sometimes her fingers would tweak and squeeze rather than just circulate, and sometimes she'd flick her tongue rapidly across the nipple or even nibble ever so slightly with the tips of her teeth. Sasha just knelt there on the couch giving sounds of approval all the while, until Fiona eventually stopped and their faces met with passion yet again. As Fiona massaged Sasha's chest during their osculation, the younger sister reached behind her older sibling's back and unclipped Fiona's bra, letting it drop between them. Fiona's breasts bounced free and Sasha's hands slipped around Fiona's sides to grasp the two liberated orbs in her palms and start squeezing them.
"My turn," Sasha hissed alluringly against Fiona's lips as she broke the kiss, their foreheads pressed together. Sasha lowered her face to Fiona's chest, where she demonstrated that she was a quick study when it came to her sister's teachings. She repeated everything that Fiona had done to her, though not in the same order as to remain unpredictable. Fiona loved every moment of it, letting out small moans of acclaim and occasionally grunting or saying Sasha's name or small words of praise. Every so often her mind would wander briefly and she'd wonder if this was really even happening. It was so hard to believe that this was taking place between the two of them. A few days ago they were just sisters. Sisters who cared a lot for each other, but still as sisters. Now they were pleasuring each other sexually and as strange as it seemed it also seemed so right somehow.
Sasha removed her mouth with a moist smack from Fiona's breast after a time and she shuffled away a little. Fiona was briefly confused, but quickly realized what Sasha was doing when she bent down and unfastened her shoes, kicking them off across the room. The socks came off too, then Sasha stood up and began unfastening her trousers. She gave Fiona a sexy look as she wriggled her hips, sliding them down to the floor to bear her legs and reveal a small pair of white panties as the only other thing on her body besides the still fastened goggles around her neck. Sasha let Fiona drink in her almost naked body, thrusting out her hip and doing a sexy twirl for her sister. Fiona looked up with a pleased smirk, casually reaching down to unbuckle her own boots too.
Sasha turned around next, looking at Fiona over her shoulder with a come-hither look. She winked, then grasped the elastic at the sides of her hips. Sasha slowly leaned forward, her eyes not leaving her sister's as she gradually peeled the undergarments down her thighs, past her knees and finally to her ankles. Fiona's eyes couldn't help but shift away from Sasha's about halfway through the process, as her little sister's glistening pussy peeked into view. Sasha lifted one foot to retrieve the panties, which she twirled around her finger a couple of times before sending them flicking across the room. As Sasha watched them sail away with a giggle however, her attention was no longer on Fiona.
Sasha jumped with a yelp as hands wrapped around her from behind, one reaching up to cup one of her breasts while another encouraged her to turn her head around. She felt herself pulled up against a soft female body, and saw Fiona's beautiful face just beyond her shoulder. Fiona's head titled and she encouraged Sasha to tilt hers the other way, so that their mouths linked in a deep kiss. Once this was initiated, Fiona's right hand slipped from Sasha's face and ran over her younger sister's untended breast before lowering further. Fingers trickled down Sasha's flat stomach before a palm flattened against the center of it and two central fingers glided down the receded slope. Sasha gasped, breaking the kiss, as Fiona's fingers slid over her moistened folds. She reached up to stroke Fiona's cheek with one hand with another instinctively landed on the wrist attached to the hand starting to pleasure her.
Fiona kissed Sasha's cheek and suckled on her earlobe as Sasha moaned and seethed Fiona's name in pleasure, her fingers stroking upwards again and parting before squeezing Sasha's lower lips between them in another downward motion. Sasha gripped her fingers around Fiona's pulsating wrist and she squeezed tightly, but she neither discouraged not directly encouraged any motions, all strength in her upper arm absent. After a few more gentle-yet-firm strokes, Fiona eased two fingers inside Sasha's wetness deeply, making Sasha gasp out and utter a long, drawn out moan followed by Fiona's name. Something about hearing Sasha say her name like that while she was putty in her hands turned on Fiona immensely, and she pressed her tongue against Sasha's jaw and ran it up the side of her cheek before encouraging her backwards.
Fiona eased Sasha down onto the furniture, sitting her sister down upon her lap while she continued to work her fingers inside her. Fiona drew her face along side Sasha's again and breathed warmly against her sister's cheek, both of them panting now, though Sasha was far louder. Every time Sasha said Fiona's name between gasps she'd reward her with a gentle kiss on the temple or cheek. Sasha eventually turned towards Fiona and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Sasha slipped down a little as this happened, and Fiona shifted slightly to the side. When the kiss broke Sasha realized their changed positions, so took advantage of it by suckling at Fiona's right breast that was now just a few inches from her face. Fiona moaned as Sasha's mouth worked magic on her nipples, continuing to pleasure Sasha with her fingers that were now so coated in juices they were squelching with every pump.
Fiona didn't want to make Sasha come yet though, so she slowed down and then slipped her fingers out of her pussy. Sasha began to make a disappointed noise, but was dumbstruck as she watched Fiona draw her honey-coated fingers towards her face and slip them into her mouth. Fiona made a satisfied and muffled moan as she cleaned her fingers off, leaving Sasha blushing at her with wide eyes. "Wow Fi! Did you just eat my..."
Sasha couldn't seem to finish the sentence and Fiona just smiled and laugh as she removed the now saliva drenched digits from her mouth. "I sure did," Fiona uttered erotically. "You taste good, Sasha. I think I want some more."
"You'll get no argument from me," Sasha smirked back. Fiona laughed again, almost sinisterly, and she slid out from under Sasha and leaned over her, encouraging her sister to lay back with a gentle press to the center of her chest. Fiona then leaned back up vertically, and reached down to unbuckle her trousers. She slipped them off her thighs, past her knees and off onto the floor to join her boots and socks, Sasha watching all the while. Then, sitting there in just her hat and panties, Fiona leaned back down towards Sasha and placed a hand on each one of her sister's knees. She gently pushed them apart and Sasha blinked and her cheeks flushed as Fiona prowled closer and it dawned on her what her sister was planning on doing.
"Oh my God, Fiona! Are you gonna..."
"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," Fiona emitted from her throat as her face drew closer to its target, her half-lidded eyes locked on Sasha's wide, unblinking ones.
"H-H-Have you ever d-done this before?" Sasha asked shakily.
"Nuhhhhh-Uhhhhhhh," Fiona answered with a slow shake of her head. Her mouth opened and her tongue began to extend.
"I'm so happy that I'm... your first," Sasha said with a tearful grin before she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
The corners of Fiona's mouth curled up more. "Me too," she said in earnest. "I love you."
"I... love you too," Sasha said, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.
Fiona's smile broadened even more, and she extended her tongue again and lowered her face between Sasha's bedewed thighs. Sasha threw her head back with a sudden moan at the contact, then bit down into her lower lip and started emitting squeaking, panting noises as she felt Fiona's tongue squirm around inside her delicate warmth. Sasha's fingers dug into the cushions beneath her, and she looked down the length of her body to see Fiona's face at work. A mix of emotions stirred within Sasha as she watched Fiona tend to her aching sex. Disbelief that this was happening was up there, but so was wanton pleasure and ecstasy. Looking at Fiona though, Sasha could also see a deep love and affectionate act going on. Fiona wasn't just ravishing her in pure lust, as Sasha could see and feel that her sister really was tending to her in a loving manner. The way her sister lapped at her sex was not too different from that of a mother cat cleaning one of its kittens. Sasha could tell that Fiona was concerned about making her feel good because she loved her, and that it mattered more to Fiona than just sexual gratification. Sasha looked down with red, sweaty cheeks and smiled, thinking she'd never been closer to Fiona than she was right now. In fact, she'd never been closer to anybody else than this.
Sasha began to play with her own breasts as she watched Fiona suck and lick at her pussy. Fiona looked up and their eyes met and locked. Both giving each other heated glares of want, love and desire, Fiona pushed deeper and harder and the pleasure began to build between Sasha's legs even more, sending electricity throughout her body. It didn't take much longer for Fiona's tongue to work at Sasha's most sensitive spot and send her sister over the edge, orgasming wetly against Fiona's lover face. Sasha twitched and shuddered for a while before Fiona circled a tongue around her mouth to collect a majority of the spread juices and started to crawl up over her younger sisters panting form. Sasha smiled when She saw Fiona's face smiling down at her, and the older sister dipped her head down to let their mouths connect once more. They both kissed, softly and yet passionately, Sasha tasting herself on her sister's tongue and lips. They made out for a little while, before Sasha gently encouraged her sister away.
"That was perhaps the greatest, most intense moment of my life," Sasha admitted. "So I feel I owe you at least an attempt to return the favor."
"You don't have to if you're nervous," Fiona assured Sasha. Sasha just smiled warmly.
"But I do," she answered, and her expression became more carnal. "And I want to."
Fiona smiled and blushed and she felt Sasha both start to try and slide down the couch more, while simultaneously encouraging Fiona to move her body forwards. Fiona's rear end and Sasha's midriff passed each other, then Sasha's breasts drifted through the archway formed by Fiona's thighs too. Sasha's breathing quickened as she anticipated what was to come, Fiona's stomach passing overhead, then arching up and away as Fiona leaned back and upright. And only a moment later it appeared: Fiona's panty clad crotch. Sasha could already see and smell the moisture from it, and she inhaled it in before reaching up with her fingers. She carefully pealed the fabric aside at Fiona's crotch, making her older sister shudder with pleasure as she did. Fiona was so wet that all Sasha did was touch the skin at either side of Fiona's delicate petals to be rewarded by a few dripping droplets of nectar landing on her tongue. Sasha let out a small giggle at this before swallowing, then she encouraged Fiona to lower herself with a small downward squeeze on each of her sister's buttocks.
Fiona let out a long hissing sound as she lowered herself, the noise transforming into a moan of pleasure once Sasha's tongue and lips made contact. Sasha wasn't sure exactly what to do, but her improv seemed to be getting a good reaction from Fiona. She licked and lapped at the coral folds above her, sometimes across the outside, and sometimes venturing in deep. Fiona groaned Sasha's name and played with her own breasts as Sasha pleasured her, while Sasha moved one hand to her own still tingling folds and rubbed the sensitive flesh there. Fiona bucked against her sister's face as the pleasure built, every so often the two of them locking eyes and giving each other the most carnal stares. Fiona's hat eventually came off in the process, but no attempt was made to stop it or retrieve it. As Sasha was getting Fiona close to the edge, Fiona lifted one leg and carefully turned around, her pussy leaving Sasha's mouth for only a moment. When she had finished her adjustment she was facing the other direction, allowing her to lower her upper half down over and onto Sasha's horizontal body. Sasha kept lapping away as Fiona's face came down, and the older sister shifted Sasha's hand aside to replace it with her mouth upon Sasha's vulva. Sasha moaned into Fiona's pussy at the contact, then kept going, as Fiona began to lick at her again.
A few moments later, Sasha's mouth magic pushed her older sister over the edge and Fiona came. As she shuddered under Sasha's oral caresses, Fiona continued to eat Sasha out, and within a minute Sasha came a second time from Fiona. They both lay there panting for a little while before Fiona turned around and crawled up beside her sister. They both wrapped their arms around each other and hugged tightly, staring lovingly into each others eyes and softly kissing each other. Despite everything they'd been though, Fiona and Sasha had found each other, and found happiness.
"I love you Sasha," Fiona whispered into her sister's ear before kissing her cheek.
"I love you too," Sasha answered fondly, looking into Fiona's eyes with adoration. "I don't think I care if we get off Pandora or not any more. It doesn't really matter where I am... so long as I'm with you."
"I feel the same way, little sister," Fiona said giving Sasha a peck on the lips. "I feel the same way."
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A Tale of Two Sisters from the Borderlands