Awakenings: Alanna

Background

So how do three teenage girls end up living alone in the same house? Well, let's backtrack a little. A month or so. This is our house. My name is Alanna Miles, or as my friends call me, Ally. I live here with my sister, Megan, who is four years my senior. Then I have a little brother, Kevin, who's just three. And finally, there are our parents, Harvey and Yvonne. Dad and Mom.

Dad's working overseas, and he hasn't been home in three months. We see each other almost every day, thanks to modern technology, but it has been ages since I last saw him properly. He's some hotshot in a big company and is doing some sales shit that I have no idea about. I'm just a high school student, I don't care about jobs. I should, but I don't.

Megan is friends with a girl called Estelle. She and Estelle used to be friends when I was very little, but they moved and they ended up just being long-distance friends. I've never seen Estelle, except for pictures. She looks very pretty, like, almost perfect. She had long blonde, slightly curly hair that she dyed orange at the tips. Her brownish, almost orange-colored eyes were constantly smiling. Her tiny lips formed the cutest smiles I had ever seen.

See, here's the first problem in my life: I'm gay. I'm so very gay it's difficult for me to think straight. I haven't come out to anyone yet, except for my one friend at school, Lise. One day Megan said that Estelle was coming to visit, and I had to go to the bathroom to have a small gay panic attack.

Mom said that it's perfect, since she's taking Kevin and going to visit Grandma for a weekend, and Megan and Estelle could watch over me. Like I need a guardian or something, I'm eighteen, not eight for heaven's sake!

Anyway. So, Mom left with Kevin, and we were alone, just Megan and me. Estelle arrived the next day, and I hid in my room thinking impure thoughts of Estelle and me. Then the COVID pandemic shit hit the fan, or perhaps it was my wish coming true, I don't know yet. New Quarantine rules hit big time, and Mom was stuck in the North with Kevin and Grandma.

Not a big deal. We could live just fine for a while, Megan and me. But then the next part happened. The rules also stopped all travel in and out of the country, public transport outside of the city closed down, and non-essential workers had a curfew and suggestions to stay inside. So here we are, Dad is stuck in a different country, Mom and Kevin are stuck with Grandma in a different city, and Estelle is stuck here with Megan and me. Thus starts a story I wish has a happy ending.

Breakfast

We were sitting around our kitchen table, eating breakfast. Megan and Estelle were talking about something, I wasn't paying attention. I was browsing Reddit on my phone and laughing internally at stupid gay jokes, when my sister threw a curveball into everything I believed in.

"So Este, how and when did you learn... you know," Megan said to Estelle, thinking I wasn't listening at all, "that you're a lesbian?"

Estelle chuckled, and her laughter was like pretty raindrops falling on fresh spring leaves. I swallowed hard and hoped I wouldn't die coughing right there and then. Estelle. The personification of beauty to me, the woman of my dreams and the object of many, many nights of thoughts of flicking her bean under my covers, was a lesbian like me. I must've gasped, because they both turned to look at me.

"Sorry," Megan said. "I thought she wouldn't hear."

"Don't worry," Estelle said. Her voice was like little birds singing in the spring. It sent electric pulses all around my body. "It's not like I'm keeping it a secret, anyway," she said. She turned to look at me and smirked. "I don't think your sister minds that anyway," she said and giggled.

"Ally?" Megan said. "Nah, no, she doesn't care. She doesn't think about things like that yet at all, she's still young." I tried to smile at her, but I felt my cheeks blush. "She didn't even blink an eye when Matt was here last time. I mean, you'd have to be blind not to drool at him," Megan said, and looked at me. "Nah, she's either too young, or Ace."

I just smiled politely at her and tried to keep my face straight. Inside, I was screaming. I glanced at Estelle, who looked at me with a strange smirk on her face.

"Anyway, I don't mind either of you knowing," Estelle said. "I guess I've always known, at some level at least." She suddenly giggled. "I used to have such a crush on you when we were eight or so," she said. Megan took a double-take and her eyes flashed open.

"Me?!" she yelped. "You never said anything!"

"How could I?" Estelle said. "Back then I didn't know what it was, and later, when I understood it better, I was too embarrassed and scared. And then, even later, you went with Joe, and I learned that some people were straight and some were Gay," She looked at Megan and grinned. "Though I don't know. Maybe you're Bi or Pan. I might need to try that out..." she said and laughed.

"Ewww, Este! I'm straight! And also taken!" Megan said.

Estelle laughed a bright and clear laugh, and I shifted nervously on my chair. She was so cute, so goddamn cute, she had no business being that cute. It was unfair how adorable Estelle was. "Don't worry, I won't steal you away from your precious boyfriend, Meg," she said.

She glanced at me and smirked. "Maybe I'll just steal your sister," she said and winked at me. Oh my god. She knows, she definitely knows. She laughed, Megan ate, and I was having a gay panic attack. Again.

Nightly Visit

Afterward, I ran into my room and hid under the covers. My cheeks were flushed, my ears were probably bright red. And those were not the only spots in my body that were hot and bothered. I tried reading Reddit and watching Netflix, but my head just kept rewinding images of Estelle in my head, and Megan saying that Estelle was gay.

It was a double-edged sword. On one hand, it was everything I ever dreamed of. But on the other, it would require me coming out. To at least Megan and Estelle - if she hadn't guessed already - and then there was the fact that Estelle lived so far away. Would anything work if there was literally an ocean between us?

I spent the day watching stupid videos on TikTok and Insta and reading gay fanfics on Wattpad. Not the most productive day I've ever had, but it was all I could muster after the morning's revelation.

At first, we'd planned for Estelle to stay the few nights in Megan's room on the floor, but now that it became clear that she would be spending an extended amount of time here, we made the guest room into "Estelle's Room" for now. Megan and I were upstairs, Estelle was downstairs opposite the bathroom. So when I woke up at 2 in the morning because I had to pee really badly, I ended up listening behind her door. I don't know what I expected to hear, but it was not that!

Estelle was breathing heavily and moaning softly. Her voice lowered and rose rhythmically, and she was making tiny whining noises. My mind raced through every kind of a horrible scenario of what things could have happened, but the moaning threw me off. It was not a bad moaning; it didn't sound like she was in any danger.

There was a small light shining through her doorway, and it wasn't completely closed. I don't need lights in the night at home, so I was walking in darkness. I hoped that it would be enough so she wouldn't see me here in the dark and peeked through the small opening between her door and the frame.

What I saw took my breath away completely. Estelle was lying on her bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide and that side of her body was facing directly at me. I saw straight into her core. She had one hand on her nub, rubbing it gently, and in her other hand she held her phone in front of her face and she was watching something on it.

Her boobs were shaking rhythmically. And what kind of boobs! She was lying on her back, so of course, boobs tend to disappear when you do that, but hers were still very visible. Her nipples stood erect like little cute beads. Her areolae were almost pink. This, along with her really pale skin, made her look like a porcelain doll. Her orange curls were spread mostly on the bed, but one or two strands had made their way onto her boobs, and the effect was stunning.

I stared at her in silence with my mouth open. I felt myself getting wet and my breathing get heavier. I almost jumped when Estelle made a louder whine and arched her back. "Haa, haa, haa...," she breathed, "Haa... Ally...," she said softly, and I gasped. I instantly turned away from the door and pressed myself against the wall and slapped my hand on my mouth. She said, 'Ally??' While... while doing... that?! Did she...? About me...?! I bit my lip and tried to get my breathing under control.

I stood there, almost holding my breath for a few minutes, almost too afraid to move. I didn't hear the moans anymore and hoped she had gone to sleep. I turned towards the door and peeked into her room again, hoping to see her sleeping and making sure the coast is clear.

I almost had a heart attack, and I screamed aloud, when I peeked in and saw her standing there, not more than a couple of feet away, looking straight into my eyes with a wide grin on her lips. She was still as naked as the day she was born, her orange curls dancing on her erect nipples. I could smell her fragrance in the air, it was intoxicating. Her inner thigh glistened with wetness. She opened the door and pulled me in, putting her hand on my mouth.

"Shh!," she said, still grinning. "Don't wake up Meg and blow our chance!" she said. The hand she held on my mouth was the one she was using earlier to touch herself. I smelled her scent on it and the wetness made its way between my lips. She tasted incredible. I felt my heart beat like crazy inside my chest. I took a deep breath, drawing her scent into my nose. I couldn't help it, so I licked her hand and moaned as my tongue tasted her wetness in her hand.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "You're a lively one!" she said and put her other hand behind my neck and pulled me close to her. She was slightly taller than me, so my face ended up neatly almost between her boobs. I felt a trickle on my inner thighs and knew I was already so wet it was almost embarrassing.

"I'm going to remove my hand," she said. "Please don't scream. I would very much like to spend some time with Meg not running through that door thinking I'm trying to kill her little sister," she said, and giggled.

She took her hand away from my lips and stood back a little. It was dark, but the tiny nightlight she had illuminated enough that I could see her. She looked so beautiful, so perfect. Never had I ever seen anyone so sexy in my life, and I had watched my share of the internet. "You're so beautiful..." I said without realizing I had said it aloud. She smirked at me and twirled around.

"You can look all you want, Ally..." she said and fluttered her eyelashes at me. "I can turn the light on if you wish?" she asked. To be fair, I really wanted to. I wanted to see her in the bright light so I could memorize it. But I didn't want to break the magic of the moment.

I shook my head and mumbled a soft, "No." I stepped forward, closer to her, and looked into her eyes. "This is enough," I whispered to her. "This is already more than I could ever have hoped for," I said. "But why me?" I asked. "You're so gorgeous, you could have any person in the entire world. Why choose me?"

She looked a tad embarrassed, and a blush crept into her cheeks. It made her look even cuter. My little gay panic gave up and just left. This was too much for just small gay panics. My heart thumped in my chest hard enough that I felt it without touching.

"Because I've wanted you for so long, Ally," she said. "Ever since you were like twelve when we met briefly at that summer trip, and then each time I FaceTimed with Meg and saw you in the background. I've been in love with you for years, Ally," she said.

I didn't know what to think. My head felt dizzy and my heart beat so fast it almost hurt. My mind wasn't working in the way I had gotten used to, so I just stepped even closer, tiptoed, and kissed her on the lips.

She moaned against my lips and threw her hands behind my neck and pulled me into a tight hug. Her boobs squeezed against me and it felt so wonderful. They were firm but soft, so, so soft. I wrapped my hands around her waist and held myself close to her. Our lips locked. We stood there for God knows how long, I don't.

She took a few steps backward, still holding me all the time, our lips still locked. She lowered herself onto her bed and pulled me along with her. She lay on her back and pulled me on top of her.

"I want you so badly, Ally," she said. "I want you so badly! I was watching pictures of you on my phone and my hand just started doing that," she said. "I have wanted you for years now, but now you're old enough to join me."

I had just turned 18, so that was slightly questionable, but in my mind, I was totally ready. I was more ready to jump her than I had ever been ready for anything. I pulled myself up and sat astride her lower body. She put her hands on her side and smiled at me.

"I'm all yours, Ally," she said and half-closed her eyes. She looked so sexy and hot I thought I'd come from just looking at her. My panties were soaking, and I was dripping onto her. I softly caressed her nipples with my fingertips. She arched her neck back and closed her eyes, then let out a long moan.

"Ally?" I heard Megan shout from upstairs. It scared the crap out of me, and I jumped up and onto the floor. I panicked and looked for a place to hide, then realized that would be the stupidest thing I could do.

I glanced at Estelle. She was sitting up in her bed, looking alarmed, but disappointed. I mouthed 'Sorry' to her and bolted out the door and made it into the bathroom just before I heard Megan walk down the stairs.

"Ally?" she said again. "Are you here? I heard a scream," she said, and I cursed myself over and over again. If I hadn't yelled... If only I hadn't yelled... Being cock-blocked by yourself is the ultimate irritating thing. I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw Megan worriedly looking around with a flashlight on.

"Here, Megan," I said. "I'm in the bathroom. I'm okay, I just... I just had a weird dream. I thought I was scared, but it turned into the best thing ever. But I was already awake enough and needed to pee. Sorry for waking you up." Well, it wasn't that much of a lie, was it? I mean, it really did turn out well, even though I almost had a heart attack in the beginning.

"Don't worry about it, Ally," Megan said. I washed my face, tapped it with a towel, and opened the door. Megan was standing in front of Estelle's door, with her back turned to it, facing the bathroom door.

"Come on, little sister," she said gently. "Let's get you back to your room. Don't wake up Este with your screaming," she said. I glanced over to her door and saw her through the opening. She stood near the door and probably heard everything I said. I blushed slightly. She put her finger on her lips and licked it, then moved it down to her nipple. I gasped and Megan grabbed my arm and started pulling me along.

"Come on, Ally. Go back to your room, we'll talk more in the morning," she said and led me upstairs, to my room, onto my bed, and told me good night before leaving. I thought about hopping downstairs as soon as she left, but knowing Megan, she'd sleep so shallow she'd hear any steps, and certainly would hear if either of us should scream again. Even though it frustrated me to no end, I decided to sleep for the rest of the night in my room.

Another Breakfast

The next morning we all gathered for breakfast again. Megan was feeling happy and had made us toast and eggs before either of us woke up. We entered the kitchen almost at the same time, both looking tired as hell. Estelle had a pissed-off expression on her face, and I worried that I had done something really wrong. But she seemed to direct her frustrated expression towards Megan, so perhaps not.

"Morning Sleepyheads," Megan said. "What took you both so long? It's almost ten, you're both up usually for hours at this point," she said. Estelle scowled at her and sat down. She put her head in her hands and sighed.

"I had the best dream last night," she said. "It was wonderful and happy and I was excited, but then something woke me up and the dream didn't continue," she said and her eyebrows twitched. I knew what she talked about, but I hoped she meant Megan and not me. Both of us had interrupted her, but I hoped what she said was not just horny lies and she meant Megan. I blushed just from thinking about it. Megan glanced at me, irritated.

"Sorry about that, Ally sometimes has bad dreams, and she screamed quite loudly last night, I woke up to it too," she said. Estelle glanced at me and grinned slightly, then she looked at Megan and her pissed-off expression came back.

"Nah, it wasn't her," she said shortly and picked up bread from the table. She munched on it and muttered something under her breath.

"How're you feeling, Ally?" she said to me. I couldn't help it, so I scowled at her too. She scrunched her face at me. "What's with you two today? Did you share a bad dream or something?" she said and turned around to concentrate on cooking. She shook her head. "And here I was thinking this would be a nice day to be together, just the three of us. I watched the news and we're gonna be living together for quite a while so we might as well get comfortable being together," she said.

Estelle scowled at her, turned to me, and smiled such a warm and tender smile I thought I'd melt. "No, we shared the good part of the dream..." she said quietly and winked at me. "Works for me," she said aloud. "I've always wanted to get to know your sister better anyway..." she said and grinned at me. I blushed like crazy and looked down. She giggled.

Making Dinner

We spent the day inside, talking and playing games. It turned out we shared a lot of hobbies, Estelle and me. More than I could have hoped for. Megan was never really interested in gaming, but Estelle was really happy when I suggested we'd play something and opened our console closet.

At home, she had just one older machine, and she was all over our collection of the latest things. Megan sighed and joined in. She had fun in the end, even if she tries to deny it. I had gotten so used to beating Megan on any games with my eyes half-closed; it came out of nowhere that I got my ass handed back to me by Estelle in many a game. My god, she was good at aiming. Or then just unfairly lucky.

For dinner, we decided to go all out and make a fairly complicated dish. Megan took the pots and pans and ended up being responsible for the actual cooking, Estelle and I got to chop, slice and grate all the ingredients. It ended up being a nice thing. Megan cooked on the isle, we took our ingredients and set up a station on the kitchen table... which was juuuust slightly out of sight of Megan.

I had not even had time to sit down before Estelle just jumped me. I dropped the knife on the table as she stepped really close to me, wrapped her hands around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug, and pressed a hungry kiss on my lips.

"Estelle!" I whispered. "Megan's right there!" I whispered and glanced towards the cooking aisle. I could see Megan's left hand from the backside. It would only take one glance from her, and...

"I don't care!" Estelle whispered into my ear and kissed my earlobe. "I thought I'd die last night when she took you away!" she said quietly. "I want you so badly, Ally," she breathed into my mouth as she kissed me again.

"I'm gonna murder your sister if she interrupts us tonight again. Come to my room after she goes to sleep, Ally. Please," she said, almost pleading. She let go of me and turned to face the table. I saw her cheeks get flushed and her ears were bright red. Mine weren't any different, though. My ears were hot and I must've looked redder than the tomato I was holding.