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"Can I have some more of that in a bit?" she whispers, quietly.
I laugh at that, and squeeze her against me. "Only if I get some too. God, Emma, I've never been fucked like that. It was sublime."
"Mm... ditto. I feel like I've been turned inside out three times," she answers, pressing back against me. "So... was that how you thought it would be?"
"Better. Better than every fantasy I've ever had about you in the whole history of forever."
I feel her chuckle. "And how often have I been a fantasy of yours, Bella?"
"On average? Twice a night at least."
"Bella, you perve."
I close my eyes and crawl in closer to her. "I can't help it, Em. I can't help that I want you."
"I'm not complaining, you know..." she mumbles softly.
"Good," I whisper, kissing her neck. She rewards me with a small happy sigh, which morphs into a protesting whine as I shift slightly.
"Don't go," she whimpers.
"I'm not going anywhere, just getting comfortable."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart," I whisper.
"Good. I like being held like this," she says, snuggling down again. "It makes me feel so warm and fluffy. It's delicious. You can't go anywhere."
I snort at that, and tighten my arm around her, holding her against me. As we lie there, rocking along with Indigo in the swell of the storm, I hold my sister's warm body against me, listening to the quiet breaths she draws as she slowly dozes off again in my arms. The sounds of the waves slapping on the hull merge with the gentle sound Em makes, and the rest of the world fades into the background as contentment draws her soft, enfolding blanket over me.
Slowly, I realise that the continuous grey ache in my heart is silenced; for the first time that I can recall I feel at peace -- like I belong somewhere; that someone wants me, someone depends on me.
It's a strange feeling, almost frightening, and I feel a fierce, strong upwelling of emotion for this precious, special girl who's given herself utterly to me.
"I love you, Emma Charlotte Richards," I breathe into her neck.
"I love you too, Isabel Jane Richards," comes her almost inaudible reply.
I'm still smiling as sleep carries me away into dream.
- COMMENTS
Enochlesisabout 1 month agoMan, this was one of the easiest 5-star reviews I've ever given. Fantastic work. It's so hard to quickly imbue characters with such depth without turning their emotional journey into bathos, but you nailed it. The desperation in Isabel's entire existence was palpable from the outset. Thank you for this!
Dessertmanabout 2 months agoI have expressed my admiration for your writing skills elsewhere so I won't repeat myself, but it is clear from the many favourable comments here I am not alone in holding your skills in such high regard.
Well done yet again!
steelyblue732 months agoIt’s as much a love story, of unconditional bonds that transcend traditional ones, as it is a sexually charged tale, but then it’s very much that too. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Anonymous5 months agoJessus fucking Christ! Ahhh! I love you for how your stories just.... Fucking hell! How do you do that! gah! That story is so beautiful! Brava! Thank you...
Lilkahuna7 months agoIt is scary how well you write. I absorb every story and jump right into the next one. My one fear is that you will stop submitting stories. I really hope you are writing professionally. You have a gift with the use of the language and how you use it to paint pictures that are vivid and real. Thank you.
Anonymous7 months agoYou know, I saw it coming the second Emma phoned up sounding upset. Fucking cheaters man. I hate them with an intensity that scares me. It's always the best people that get fucked over as well. It's so bloody tragic. Thank goodness she has her wonderful sister. Anyway, needless to say, after hearing about Emma's suffering and seeing her pain, I was invested. I needed to see her get her happy ending. And that feeling only strengthened as I learned more about Bella and her longing.
I can't help but wonder if the characters in these stories that were hurt are infused with something from your own personal experiences. Did someone hurt you like that? If so I'm truly sorry. No one should ever have to experience a hurt like that. I hope it didn't leave any lasting effects, if that is indeed the case, and that you're happy and living your best life :)
All that intimate tenderness when they confess to each... I'll admit I lost it and the tears flowed. After all that build up and with how much I can relate to Bella, it's no surprise really. Really well done. You have a gift for writing, truly.
I wish there was a second part, kind of like with the Alexis story, that shows a bit more of their future. Emma decides to pack up and travel the world with her sister and they live a wonderful life of adventure, growing old together and sharing a most profound and beautiful love every day. That's what I'll assume happened anyway :) Maybe a little revenge on that cheating asshole as well.
Cagivagurl9 months agoWhat a fabulously wonderful story...
Bittersweet, and the dialogue flows nicely. Little shifts, the mood rising and falling.
You do write beautiful conversations...
5 stars well earned...
Cagivagurl
