Stowaway Monsters Ch. 02

Kim only chuckled, her ego clearly stroked. "Thanks, my dears. Well, I've gotta go. Have to mingle. You guys have fun and enjoy the exhibit, yeah? Don't get too excited."

I watched as she turned around with a wave of her hand and left us to our devices. It always amused me how much Kim had grown after all these years. She had always been headstrong and stubborn but her talents were often wasted mingling too much with the bad crowd as kids. But look at her now. She was thriving and happy. How far gone the past was.

I took one more glance at Joanna and eyed her. Her hair was done up in a bun that wrapped her shimmering red hair in ribbons around her head and settled on her crown. Her eyes were smoky and her lips ruby red, but what really caught my attention was her figure hugging maroon dress. My eyes travelled the length of her body in awe until I reached her beige heels and ended my ogling.

"Keep staring, and you'll have everyone here convinced we're fucking." Joanna nonchalantly said. A hot blush formed on my cheeks and I cleared my throat in embarrassment of being caught. "It's nice to know you like what you see. I wanted to jump your bones the moment you came strolling out in this little dress, so I guess we're not so different?" She smirked as she trailed a finger down my back and played with the material.

"Try to keep your hands to yourself tonight, will you? This isn't the time for that." I said as I ushered her hand away.

We walked through the exhibit mostly in silence. It was strange - how normal I felt after everything - only to be reminded of reality whenever Joanna touched my arm or held my hand. I prayed Kim wouldn't catch us off guard, but then again, moments at a time, it would feel like we were the only ones there anyway as we studied each piece.

When we reached last stage of the exhibit however, Joanna suddenly pulled me into a hidden crevice of a room beneath the steps that lead to the upper floors. It was another part of the show, apparent from the paintings that lined its walls, but no one was around to observe them. The room could easily be overlooked.

I glanced around but only one of the paintings caught my eye. Dead center, framed above a bench, was a painting depicting two women making love. I took a closer look and let my eyes fall on it's ethereal pastel colors and the vivid red that seemed to run between the two women. It was beautiful.

Suddenly, Joanna's hands were on my waist and she embraced me from behind as she nuzzled herself into the nook of my shoulder. I gasped a little but didn't turn around. She kissed along my shoulder and down my arm as she held me and I closed my eyes at her touch.

"Joanna..." I uttered.

"No ones around. There's nothing to worry about." She reassured me through her kisses. Swiveling my body around, she smooched me and stuck out her tongue to lick my upper lip. It didn't take much persuasion for me to break. I was lost in the moment and draped an arm around her; engulfing myself deeper into the kiss.

Our tongues danced with each other in a sensual mess and our bodies molded together. There it was again, the amorous monster, rising from its depths. Once more I could feel it taking over. I plucked her bottom lip with my own and gently sucked on it; rolling the soft flesh like dough.

Her hands were still on my waist but her palms and fingers pressed into me with hunger and want. Then down it went over the swell of my ass where she squeezed and prodded at the tender flesh beneath the dainty dress.

The silence and vacancy was all too real and good to be true. We kissed there for what felt like hours, enjoying each other's taste, almost replicating the painting before us. But when I opened my eyes and glanced over Joanna's shoulder, I was finally reminded of my grave reality.

There in the entryway of the small room stood Kim with a look of utter shock on her face. My heart seized, smothered by fear and shame as the goosebumps riddled my cold skin. I dropped my hands from Joanna.

She'd noticed my changed demeanor and looked up at me before turning around. She too was paralyzed at the sight of her big sister. Her hands fell from my body as she turned around fully to stand by my side, calm and collected as she always was. But I could tell. I could tell she was wavering from the way her shaky breaths filled the quiet room.

Kim was the first to speak and her words were slow and confused as she stared at us. "What's going on?"

The shame had consumed me before I could answer her. Before any of us could say a thing, I bolted from the room; running past Kim. She turned around in an attempt to stop me but stopped short only to look back at Joanna. I couldn't bear to stand there with Kim's eyes on my like that. It was like all my sins had been laid bare for her to see and I was ashamed.

I left, like the coward I am, and I hid away from everyone.

Weeks had passed since that incident and my dignity had withered along with. It didn't help that practically every other day Kim would try to call me. I couldn't speak to her. Not after everything. So, I let the calls go unanswered and the days pass by without a single word from me. I couldn't even face aunt Angie or Gerald anymore and soon enough, everyone had caught on to how strange I was acting.

I should've stopped when I had the chance. I should've known better. There was no other way around it, I had the responsibility. But as much as I berated myself, it was too late. I knew Kim wouldn't tell aunt Angie or my mother, but it wasn't her telling that I feared more so than the idea of how I'd disappointed her. She must've been horrified to see me with Joanna like that.

Late one evening as I stared at the ceiling of my room, a light knock tapped on my door. It opened and my mother peered from behind. Swiveling it open fully, she leaned on her hips and sighed, worry lining her expression. "It's been weeks, love. Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's going on?"

I nodded. "I can't talk about it, mom. I'm sorry."

She scrunched up her lips, "well, I'm heading out with Angie tonight, so call me if you need anything. If there's anything you girls need, you know how to get ahold of me, ok?"

I blinked and sat up. "Wait what?" But before I could get any clarification my confusion had already been answered. As I got up from my bed, Kim suddenly popped up from behind my mom with a smile on her face.

"See you girls later, ok? Love you!" And then my mother was gone, leaving Kim at my door.

I watched as she came in and crossed her arms. She stared at me with a sour look. I pulled my legs in and looked away.

"Now," I heard her say, "I know I have no say about the joys of calling back, but if you think you can ignore all 57 of my calls and not expect my wrath, you're dead wrong."

I tucked my head and gulped. "Kim, just get it over with. Say what you need. I won't show my face around anymore. You won't have to see me, again."

Abruptly, I was attacked by a pile of my own dirty clothes as she picked them up from the floor and hurled them at me. I flinched and held my hands up to shield my face and then she was speaking again - or more yelling.

"Is that what you've been doing this whole time? Self-loathing and fantasizing about how much I must hate you? I never really pegged you to be so dumb, but this is probably it."

I stared at her in shock.

"We're best friends. So don't think you can just decide whatever you want without talking to me, or so help me. You're not going anywhere, you hear me?" She was near the edge of my bed now and towered over me as I slowly nodded in response. "I'm not mad, Esther. I was worried after you left like that. Just talk to me. I'm not losing you again, I just got you back."

My voice was small, so small that I couldn't usher it out from the back of my throat, but after a few seconds, I sighed. "I'm sorry, Kim. I shouldn't have blanked out on you."

"Go on." She fumed. Impatiently, she tapped a finger on her elbow as she crossed her arms and stared at me with stern eyes.

"I just...couldn't face you after what happened. I didn't want you to find out...like that. I was going to tell you sooner. But it's not like it matters anymore. What I was doing was wrong from the start. It shouldn't have happened."

She was looking at me. Her lips were pursed and her brows furrowed a bit. "Are you sure that's what you want?" The question was surprising. What did that mean? "Look, I was a little shocked when I found you guys like that, but c'mon, I think anyone would've been shocked to see their sister and best friend making out. But, I'm not mad or anything." There was a moment of silence. "Do you like her?"

What else was there to say? I watched her with apprehension and sighed. "Yeah, I do."

"Wow..." She trailed off, "Joanna's got you good." We looked at each other for a second before bursting out in giggles. "Holy shit, Esther. Well, at least now I know who she's seeing. I don't have to worry about some crusty punk. When did it happen?"

"I don't know, it was months after I came back. Things just happened so fast."

"Huh," she tilted her head in thought, "wait, so you guys already had a thing before that first night I invited you over to my place?"

"Yeah, sorta." I scratched my head.

"Did you guys have sex that night?" She eyed me curiously, a sly smile on her face.

I gulped. At the moment, I was supposed to be honest, but there was no way I was going to answer that. Of course, it didn't matter, my silence was all she needed and she dropped her jaw in astonishment. "You guys totally fucked in my apartment!"

I rolled over and shoved my face into my pillow while she jumped on me and jiggled me about; squealing in shock and excitement.

"You guys are total freaks!!" She guffawed, tears wetting the corners of her eyes. The blush I had all but set my cheeks ablaze. "I'm never letting you live this down! Sweet pea Esther is a little kinky!" She laughed her way down as she laid beside me where I'd replaced the pillow covering my face with my hands.

Letting a few giggles tickle her throat, she finally calmed down and looked at me. "Well, I'm cheering for you guys."

"You don't think it's crazy?" I asked.

She shrugged. "It's a little unexpected, but you and Esther are your own woman. I mean, when I look at Joanna, I see a lot of myself in her. But at the same time, she's this entirely different person. My little sister can be a pain sometimes, but who wasn't at that age? There's a lot hidden beneath the surface with her and I know she doesn't tell me everything, but I trust her to live her life the way she believes is right. I don't see anything wrong with you guys. The only thing 'wrong' you did is that you didn't tell me." Lightly, she punched me in the arm and we laughed.

"Sorry. And thanks." I said. Lying there then, face to face from one another, reminded me of those days when we were teens. Those nights where I'd sleep over and we'd just stay up all night talking. After all this time, despite everything, we were still those same two girls.

It turned out that after the ordeal at the exhibit, Joanna had done a lot of deep thinking of her own. Kim told me about how she'd finally confessed everything about herself to her and their parents. Granted, it took a couple of days, but Joanna had sat aunt Angie and Gerald at their home and they just talked, honestly, for the first time in years.

Gerald had been speechless, mostly at his own ignorant errors that'd resulted in Joanna's plight, but even so, he was the man I knew he was. Kind, loving, and unconditional. He'd accepted Joanna without hesitation and aunt Angie was no different.

Apparently, she couldn't stop crying and apologizing that eventually Joanna's coming out moment had ended up being a soother session with her sobbing mother. I chuckled at the thought of it. I couldn't have been more proud and happier. Joanna deserved this and her parents deserved this, and when I thought about the way I'd acted, I wanted so bad to see her again.

My conversation with my own mother had occurred shortly after Kim's visit. One night I caught her at dinner and just said it. She let me talk without interruption and listened very closely, and when I finished, she just grabbed me in a hug and told me she loved me. Everything had always been so simple with her, but even then, her words filled me with so much security and joy. She was my mother, after all.

But there was one more closure I had to seal. I needed to see Joanna.

So, Friday evening, I was there. As the bell let out and the kids ambled down the school steps, I waited for her. She stepped out in blue jeans and a halter top and instantly, our eyes met. There was no panic or thrill that passed between us, just an understanding. Although she did look a little surprised to see me.

"Hi, Joanna." I said.

"Hey."

I took in a breath and swallowed. "I promised I wouldn't leave you behind again, but I left you there during the exhibition. You were right, I'm not an honest person. If I had just an ounce of the courage you have, I wouldn't have so many regrets in my life. But what we have, I don't regret and I'm sorry for everything."

She fingered the strap of her backpack and watched me with a soft expression. "I talked to my parents, although I'm sure you already know. I've been unreasonable, I know that now. It all seems so stupid. All this time, we've both been afraid of telling the truth when the truth didn't matter. I don't blame you for running, and you're here now. I just wanted to see you."

A smile crept on my lips. Her sincerity was something to be fond of. It takes a lot to admit when someone is wrong, but rather than that, she was showing so much maturity. Again, she'd bloomed in front of my eyes and I was enthralled. "What did aunt Angie say about us?"

"She said she was happy. For the both of us. She's always adored you, so she said it was like getting the daughter in law she'd always wanted. God knows my brother can't keep a steady date." Joanna smirked.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Marriage was way too far in the future to even ponder about, but of course aunt Angie would say something like that. "Marriage can wait, right now, I just want to express everything I feel for you. Without hiding anything." I watched her until I couldn't stay still any longer and raised my hand to meet her cheek. The feeling was warm and smooth and I leaned in to kiss her.

Breathing in her scent, hearing her heartbeat, everything felt so right then. She kissed me back and we stayed like that until I parted away. "C'mon, let's go."

We spent the rest of the day going wherever we wanted to go and experience together. I took her to all my favorite places as a kid and told her about all the shenanigans her sister and I used to get into it. And she showed me all of hers. And then we went to dinner and laughed and talked the night away as if I'd never left all those years ago. For the first time since everything had started, I was at ease.

By the time I brought her to my house, it was late. Around 9pm. Walking through the house, I realized mom wasn't home and I couldn't recall if she'd told me if she was going anywhere. She didn't say anything about having a night with aunt Angie, so I assumed she just wasn't here.

Then I realized something. The fear of not knowing, suddenly, wasn't so scary anymore. She could've waltz right in and I wouldn't have cared. I glanced at Joanna and sort of grinned, happy that we'd both made peace with everything.

I took ahold of her backpack and slid it off her shoulders while I kissed her on the ear. I could feel her body relax under my touch and her breathing grow shallow. Then I wrapped my hands around her waist and hugged her from behind as I kissed down her neck.

"We've only just gotten home. Is this what you were really after?" Joanna teased me.

"No," I giggled, "but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't on my mind all day."

She laughed as I laid more kisses on her shoulder and then she turned around and gave me a seductive smirk. "Bedroom. Now."

We practically ran up the stairs to my room before I shut the door behind us. And then we were on each other.

Clumsily, we mashed our bodies and locked lips. I didn't know why I was, but I was more aggressive and passionate in my movement. Then an idea formed in my head. It was just as a little revenge for playing me like a fiddle the first time we had sex.

Abruptly, I spun her around and pushed her onto the edge of my bed belly first. She looked surprised and tried to get up but I wasn't having any of it. I wedged my knee between the gap of her thighs and rode it up her ass. With my left hand I played with her hair and then I leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Did your parents ever spank you?" I asked, licking her earlobe as I ran my right finger in circles on the surface of her right asscheek. I could tell the motion tickled her.

"No." She whispered softly.

"You've been misbehaving for awhile now. I think it's time it's caught up with you, don't you think?" Running my hand down her crack, I curled around to reach the front of pants where I unbuttoned her. Slowly, I tugged down her pants until it rested at the bottom of her now bare behind.

Her cheeks were smooth and soft, and oh so delectable. I almost didn't want to redden those white globes - almost. I rubbed my palm on her as in circles to warm her flesh before I quickly slapped down. It was fast and light, like a tap. Just to prepare her.

Then I rose my hand a little farther back and slapped her again. She flinched and I could feel the sting on my own hand as I watched her white flesh grow pink. She was restless and squirming underneath me. From the small sighs, I could tell she was writhing from pleasure.

I slapped her again, harder this time, causing her to yelp. The noise was so surprising that I couldn't help but want to soothe her, so I bent down on my knees and laid a wet kiss on her behind. She let out a moan but I didn't want to stop there. I kissed and licked her ass while I rubbed my hands down the sides of her leg and up her back until suddenly she turned around and perched herself on the edge of the bed.

We stared at each other - misty eyed - and she spread her legs before me. "What else can that tongue do?"

I grinned, "if you guide me, whatever you want."

She licked her lips and smiled as I pulled her pants the rest of the way down and tossed it aside. It was a bit unnerving at first, but so hot all at the same time as I stared at her bare pussy. She had a tuff of trimmed pubic hair above her pussy but that wasn't all that caught my attention.

She was wet - incredibly so - and the pink folds glistened with her juice. Just looking at it aroused me more and I glanced up at her as a way to ask her what I should do first. She placed a hand on the back of my head and guided me towards her hot pussy. "I want you to taste me, first. Stick out your tongue and lick me."

She didn't need to say anymore. Slowly, I buried the length of my tongue down her slit and ran it up and down. The taste was interesting but nothing romantic like in the books. It wasn't sweet or pronounced. But I wanted more. Joanna's quiet moans were all the sweetness I wanted to savor as I ate her out.

Turned out, I didn't need any guidance. So consumed with the desire to taste her, I'd unknowingly put myself in the right track, apparent from her bucking and moaning. She grabbed ahold of my hair and squeezed her legs around me as I felt her about to cum. I gripped her hips and dove my tongue into her which sent her into a frenzy. Throwing her head back, she shuddered as the orgasm filled her up and flushed out.

Immediately, I rose up to kiss her and she met my lips with a hungry zeal. Then she wrapped her arms around me and held me there against her, her head on my shoulder. I could tell something was off with her and asked her if she was ok.