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“Your sister is coming home tomorrow.” Her father had said it so nonchalantly, like she hadn't been gone for half a decade. Like Ruby's only contact with her big sister for that entire time hadn't been a handful of awkward texts and even fewer awkward phone calls. So, no, Ruby did not understand how her father could be so blasé about Yang's imminent return. Ruby felt many things about it, but calm was absolutely not one of them. Anger, surprise, nervousness, and excitement all swirled and snarled in her stomach threatening to send her running for the sink. Feeling herself being pulled under Ruby closed her eyes and took many deep, slow breaths.
After her thoughts slowed to a manageable pace and the sound of pounding blood faded from her ears. Ruby stared at her Father, casually sipping his still steaming coffee, his brilliant blue eyes slowly panning to her from the screen of his phone.
“Yes, Ruby?” he asked
“Diiiiiid she say anything about why she was coming back, like did something change orrrr…?” Ruby responded
Tai drained his coffee cup, smiled warmly, and chirped “Nope, she didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask. Have a great day kiddo, I have to be off.” And in a whirl the middle-aged blonde left his cup in the sink, swept past his daughter, pressing a passing kiss into her scalp. “I love you Ruby.”
“Love you too Dad, catch you later.”
Ruby spent the remaining morning into the afternoon busying herself with housework. Cleaning up breakfast, making her bed, laundry to washer, and again from washer to dryer. Sweeping the lower level of the cosy family home. Bathroom to hallway, hall to kitchen, kitchen to living room, living room to mud room, mud room to trash. A pattern so often repeated from childhood to now that it was something deeper than reflex. She liked the routine, and after a time she had come to somewhat enjoy the solitude, if begrudgingly. Ruby had always found work to be something of a contradiction. She delighted at having tasks to do or problems to solve, but when she had to do it surrounded by strangers and on someone else’s timetable? Panic, shaking, loss of words, a sense of doom she could neither place nor escape. After several such incidents and as many firings her parents had sat her down and delicately suggested that it was okay if Ruby just stayed with them for a while. Until she was ready to work again they said, exchanging knowing looks. Ruby had been so relieved that she had collapsed in grateful sobs.
Having worked up a bit of a sweat, she made for the bathroom “It's just Yang.” She thought to herself as she disrobed, neatly folding her oversized T-shirt and long faded floral pyjama pants on the counter for later removal. “You've got nothing to be worked up over. So what if you haven't been in the same room in 5 years? She's still Yang, right?”
But, then she wondered, was she? Would she really be the same? Or maybe more importantly, would being around her be the same? Ruby had run into old friends from school after graduating, and the shift in energy and context for those relationships had left her uncomfortable to say the least. Would this be like that? It seemed silly to wonder, she had known Yang her entire life. Comparing the durability of that connection to say her friend Nora from home room in 7th grade felt wrong. But still, she worried. Ruby shook her head. Her father had never bothered to say when exactly Yang would be arriving, and she wanted to at least be presentable while she swore a blue streak at her big sister for being so far away for so long. Or not. Maybe she wouldn't swear. She hadn't decided yet. Mulling it all over she got the water going for a shower.
The water was near scalding and the bathroom quickly filled with steam. “More deep breaths Ruby, in and out. Let the steam clear your sinuses and the water clear your head.” She stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain to, and let the heat melt her anxieties (mostly) away. She thought of her sister. For as long as Ruby could remember she and Yang had been inseparable. When a young Ruby first went to school she had spent the entirety of the first day crying to see her sister, their mother was fond of telling that story. She outgrew that dependency, obviously, but she also always preferred to be around Yang if it were at all possible. As they approached their teen years Yang became increasingly moody and irrational, even by teenage standards. They remained close, as Ruby worried for and struggled to understand her elder sister. Yang talked less, even to Ruby. She never smiled. She kept covered up even when it must have been miserable. It scared Ruby.
Then came the day when the dam finally broke. When a distraught Yang tearfully informed her family that she was their daughter, had always been their daughter, and that if she had to keep trying to be a son she didn't know if she could take it. Things got better after that. Little by little. Month by month, she saw her sister learn to smile again. And for a time Ruby was happier than she had ever been. And then when Ruby was seventeen Yang left, and Ruby was the one falling deep into despair. Her reminiscence was abruptly halted by a dramatic downward shift in the temperature of the water. Ruby squealed in shock and slammed the faucet closed, her actual washing long ago finished in favour of dissociating under the warm stream. Cursing to herself she emerged and wrapped herself in a towel, only to realise she had forgotten to pull her clean clothes from the dryer.
“This is what I get for having my fucking head in the clouds.” She muttered. More out of frustration than genuine irritation, it was a short walk to the mud room after all. As Ruby emptied the dryer into her hamper she heard the front door open and close softly behind her.
“Hey Mom! Just getting my stuff out of the laundry. Hey, any idea when Yang's supposed to get here?” She said without looking up. Summer hadn’t responded. Ruby took up her hamper and spun around to ask if her mother had heard what she said, but instead found herself face to not face with a set of very well sculpted olive coloured abs.
“Hey Rubes. Uh. You uhm. Grew up while I was gone.” Ruby dropped her hamper on her feet. She didn't notice.
“Yang?” Ruby's voice came out small and unsteady. She had been prepared to shout at Yang until she was blue in the face. But here and now, her resolve crumbled. Yang sniffled and replied thickly “Yeah Rubes.”
At that Ruby locked her arms around her sister and began to sob. “You fucking jerk! I missed you so much!”
Yang stiffened for a moment but began to ease into the embrace. “Yeah, I'm an asshole. You got me there.”
Ruby chuckled amidst the tears. “At least I know that hasn't changed”
At that she pulled away and properly took in her sister's appearance, looking her up and down. Well, if Ruby were honest with herself, mostly up. She was wearing a khaki pair of cargo pants that looked as if they had once been baggy and were now strained by the powerful legs there contained. And a bright orange tank top that gave Ruby an excellent view of Yang's arms and shoulders. They were wide with large, well-defined muscles. The deep olive flesh on both spider webbed by scars from elbow to wrist. When Yang had left she had still been rather lanky, aside from her quite broad shoulders. Her rather modest curves had given her a cute somewhat tomboyish look, a stark contrast to the amazonian woman before Ruby. Her sister's face was however very much as she remembered it, long and with a strong jaw framed by messy golden curls. A large smattering of freckles around her cheeks, nose, and eyes complimented the large lilac orbs. And she was blushing. Why was she blushing?
Yang coughed “Uh Rubes? You want me to carry your clothes upstairs, and I can uh, leave you to get dressed.” Ruby's face immediately began to glow with heat. She squeaked meekly and leapt back, pulling the towel wrapped around her all the tighter.
Ruby spluttered “IforgotIcompletelyforgothowdidIforgetohmygoshYangI'mso-”
Yang scooped up the hamper and turned her back to her sister as quickly as she could. “You're good Rubes come on, upstairs, let's go.”
Once safely on the other side of her bedroom door, hamper in tow, Ruby let her towel fall with a groan. So much for letting Yang have it, it figured she would get distracted in the actual moment. No matter, she concluded, Ruby could simply give Yang an earful the next time she saw her. Which would be soon. Crap. Well, at least she'd be wearing clothes this time. It really was no fair of Yang to catch her in a state of undress like that. That problem remedied; Ruby examined her reflection in her mirror.
Very much unlike her sister the woman in the looking glass was short and soft with a ghostly complexion. Plush thighs giving way to generous hips and an equally robust waist. A sizeable belly she had slowly grown to love, and similarly hefty breasts she had always been rather fond of. Her face was short, with gentle features and full cheeks. Her dark auburn hair cropped into a shaggy pixie cut contrasting strongly with her pale skin and eyes. The heavy black leggings she had pulled on were her favourites both due to comfort and the blessed addition of pockets. The neckline on her crimson top wasn't particularly deep, but on Ruby it revealed a fair bit of near translucent cleavage. She stared for a moment into her own eyes and inhaled deeply as her heart hammered in her throat. Ruby had always thought her sister beautiful. But the Yang that returned was in Ruby's estimation the most handsome woman she had ever seen.
××××
Ruby came downstairs to find Yang stretched out on the couch in the living room. The couch itself was just shy of being long enough to contain her, so she had her feet propped on one of the arm rests. Yang's arms were gently folded on her chest and her eyes were closed, giving the impression that she was taking a nap. A sly smile spread across Ruby's face, and she crept down the remaining stairs as quietly as she could. Yang had made the foolish mistake of leaving her midriff unguarded, and while unexpected tickling wouldn't remotely be full payback for years of absence, it would be a start. As she neared the couch and began to descend on her unsuspecting prey Ruby was interrupted by a warm and deep voice.
“You aren't by chance thinking of tickling me, are you sweet sister?”
Ruby turned to Yang's face and pouted “Mmmmayyyybe.” Her playful pout soured, “You deserve it you know. You left me Yang. That hurts.” Ruby's voice trembled slightly, and she felt water wicking at the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away and steadied herself “So yeah, I'm really glad you're back, but, I'm also fucking pissed.”
Yang's ordinarily bright lavender eyes seemed greyed and dim as she gazed back at her sister. “That's fair.” Yang sighed, “I've got a lot of work to do, a lot of trust to rebuild.” Suddenly her eyes reignited, and a wolfish grin split Yang's face. “And I've got some catching up to do, last time I saw you, you were a string bean teenager and now look at you!”
Ruby scoffed “Oh, and what is that supposed to mean?” Yang began to form an answer, but before she could get it out Ruby seated herself on Yang's abdomen with as much force as she could muster.
“Ack! Ruby! Get off of me!” Yang wheezed, curling inward like a cocktail shrimp. Yang's hands went to Ruby's hips and attempted to push her off. Ruby braced herself with her legs against the coffee table, straining to keep Yang from unseating her. She could feel the hard warmth of Yang's abs through her leggings as she squirmed, it sent bolts of electricity lancing through her.
“No! I'm not budging until you apologise!” Ruby squeaked. Hoping that the rising inferno in her core was not betrayed by her voice.
Yang continued to struggle against her sister, finding plenty of purchase on her ample hips, but never quite enough leverage. “I'm sorry Ruby, I didn't mean to body-shame you.”
Ruby snorted out a laugh “I don't care if you call me a land whale! I'm actually quite proud of my shape. Thank you very much Ms. Muscles.”
Yang giggled “Fine, fine. But I am sorry. Really.” she sighed, mirth falling from her voice “Finding myself shouldn't have meant losing you, I…don’t think I was in my right state of mind.”
“No shit.” Ruby replied flatly.
“Once again, I deserve that. And you deserve better from me.” Yang took up her sister’s left hand from its anchor point on the cream-coloured couch, gently engulfing it in a miniature embrace. “So let me be better, let me prove myself worthy of your forgiveness.” Ruby smiled softly to her older sister “Well okay, then I forgive you. Or, I will. Or I am forgiving you? Like a process. But you WILL tell me why the hell you've been so distant, I don't care if I have to wait. But I need to know.” A look of worry flitted across Yang's face followed swiftly by one of relief “That works for me Rubes, I promise I’ll explain myself. Now, would you mind getting off? You're kinda smooshing my stomach up into my lungs here.”
Ruby felt a blush flare to life across her face as she hopped off of her sister. Straining to keep her voice even she turned to the taller woman “And what about you Yang? Don't tell me you ended up 'finding yourself' in a gym?”
Yang snickered “As a matter of fact, yeah. I kinda did. Dad's whole thing about how 'an active body makes for a quiet mind' turned out to be true, who knew?” Ruby opened her mouth to say something before Yang cut her off “Yes Ruby, I know that Dad knew.”
Ruby chortled and offered her sister her arm “C'mon Yang, I'll help you move your stuff in from the car.”
Yang grasped her forearm tightly and pulled herself off the couch and fluidly moved to embrace her sister “I missed this.” She sighed “So how pissed are Mom and Dad?” Ruby craned her neck to look her sister in the eyes. “Well you know Dad, he's spent the last five years insisting to trust you and give you the space you seemed to need. I'm sure he was more worried than he let on, but he's definitely not mad.”
Yang nodded “And Mom?” She inquired
“So, you know how you get your temper from her?” Ruby began
“Fffffffuuuuuuuuuck” Yang groaned. “I'm gonna be making it up to her for the rest of her life aren't I?”
Ruby stared at her solemnly “Yang I wouldn't be surprised if she haunts you beyond the grave for this.”
“Yeah.” Yang said softly, “That checks out.”
Ruby gave her sister a tight squeeze “Hey, it's okay sis. She's just mad, it's not like she hates you. Anger born of worry…aaaand maybe a little parental outrage.” The shadow that had fallen over her older sister seemed to clear somewhat at that. Ruby gently patted her sister's bicep “C'mon Yang, let's go get your crap.”
Her sister's arm was firm like iron. Ruby's hands looked so small and delicate in comparison, and she felt the heat in her centre blaze even hotter, urging her to linger and caress in a most unsisterly way. Ruby's life without Yang may have been depressing, but she couldn't deny that it had been less tense.
“Yang, I get that you like to travel light. But this is fucking ridiculous.”
A look of exaggerated hurt crossed the elder girl's face “Hey! I've got all the essentials covered here, what more could I need?”
Ruby cleared her throat slightly before beginning; “Oh I dunno, little things. Like spare clothes, furniture, a mattress, cookware, plates, you know house stuff.”
Yang grinned broadly “Why would I ever need any of that crap when I've got my weights, my sleeping bag, and this winning personality?”
Ruby snorted “Yang, please tell me you weren't living like those dudes in empty apartments with like an Xbox, a TV, and a single chair.”
Yang's face became a blank mask and a cold pit formed in Ruby's stomach, she knew that look. “Don't be silly Ruby.” She said flatly “I was staying with some friends. Grab the sleeping bag and the duffle, I'll get the weights.” Yang quickly gathered an armful of dumbbells and resistance cables and spun on her heel towards the house.
Ruby snatched up the indicated bags and took off after her sister “Hey, wait, why didn't you ever say so before? We all thought you were living alone, it would have been nice to be less worried about you.”
Yang didn't look back as she answered “It's-It's complicated Ruby. I-”
The much shorter girl appeared at her elbow, huffing slightly and pink in the cheeks. “Then talk to me Yang. Disentangle it for me.”
The blonde stopped and turned stiffly to her sister “I will. Just, can you give me some time, please?”
Ruby saw that Yang's eyes looked far, far away and her own expression softened. “Okay, that's fair. But you're getting a real backlog of tea to spill here sis, might want to keep a ledger so you don't forget.” The blonde gave a rumbling chuckle, the warm sound adding to the dusting of pink across Ruby's face. She really hoped that Yang just thought she was out of breath from her brief jog, which was true, but far from the only reason.
When they reached the door to Yang's room, they stopped. Yang stared at the door for a few seconds before inhaling deeply, and letting herself in. Ruby hadn't been in Yang's room much since she left, it became more painful than reassuring as the time and silence stretched on. The bed underneath the windows on the far wall was pristine and well-made, likely for the last time for a while Ruby thought to herself. The other walls were adorned with posters celebrating the bands and anime that had shaped a young Yang, as well as two deeply wrinkled pride flags. A fine layer of dust coated nearly everything in the room, even the bed. Which is why, after setting her equipment on an empty patch of floor, a great cloud of dust exploded outward upon Yang throwing herself onto the bed.
Ruby spluttered and coughed “Blegh, Yang couldn't you have dusted it off first?!”
Yang let out a deep contented sigh “What's that Rubes? I can't hear you over the sound of all this comfort. Fuuuuck I missed having a real bed.”
Ruby set down the duffle and sleeping bags by the weights and plopped down at the foot of the bed. “I thought beds weren't essential Yang?” the much shorter girl quipped.
Yang flashed her an easy smile “They aren't Rubes. But that doesn't mean they aren't fuuuuuuucking great.” Ruby felt her heart begin to race, being so close to Yang again. Five years of anger and repression, of trying to move on. Five years, and still she was in love with her sister. The absence had made it easy to pretend. But now, with her here? She realised she had just been lying to herself, managing the pain. She had barely come to this realisation before she felt a pair of large and powerful hands set upon her hips. In an instant she was pulled backwards and enveloped in the blonde's embrace. As she settled into the crook of her sister's lap she felt something very stiff pressing against her rear.
Ruby could feel her pulse in her ears, among other places. “Y-Y-Yang?!? W-w-what are you doing?!”
The elder girl chuckled hoarsely, the sound agonisingly close to Ruby's right ear. “When your anxiety was too much we would sit like this, remember? Well, this time I'm the one who needs grounding…if that's okay.”
Ruby swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “Yeah, Yang. That's okay.” And so they sat. Ruby nestled in the crook of Yang's legs, the much shorter girl resting her head upon her sister's shoulder. Yang kept her arms wrapped tightly around Ruby's middle, squishing into the pale orb of her belly. While Yang seemed to slowly relax through the embrace Ruby found herself only getting more keyed up. She was enveloped by her sister, encompassed by her. Firm legs on either side of her own, powerful arms braced against her sides. The warmth radiating from the blonde's deep olive skin felt contagious, like the rays of the sun were contained within her very flesh.
“Thanks, Rubes. I think I'm a bit more together now. You mind if I go take a shower? Want to wash off that road feeling.” Ruby nodded her ascent, not completely trusting herself to speak at that moment. Yang gave her a brief, tight squeeze and extricated herself from her sister. As she watched Yang leave, Ruby noticed that her shirt sleeve was damp.
××××
“Hey, Ruby. You hungry?” Ruby looked up from her phone to see Yang standing behind the couch, still damp hair in a chaotic high ponytail. She had changed into another tank top, this one a pale blue, as well as a pair of black gym shorts ending around her mid-thigh.
“Um, are you going to cook?” her sister nodded in the affirmative, the wet mass of her ponytail flailing as if in agreement. “Okay, so the red fire extinguisher is still under the sink, but the silver one is in the pantry now 'cause we haven't really needed it in a while. Oh, and you know how to call 911, right?”
Yang's eyes narrowed competitively “I hope you're prepared to eat those words alongside a heaping helping of crow when I'm done oh sister of little faith.”
Ruby recoiled “Ew Yang, why the fuck would we eat crow?! Where did you even get crow meat!?”
Yang stared flatly into her sister's eyes “So this is the punishment you've settled on? Slowly killing me with mom jokes?”
Ruby hopped off the couch to follow her sister into the kitchen. “Depends, is it working?” she cooed with patently false sweetness.
“Sure is Rubes, my heart's gonna give out any minute. Now, can you stop trying to kill me so I can cook?” Ruby gave her sister a thumbs up and made for the pantry “Woah now sis, I said I was cooking. You don't lift a finger.” Yang admonished
“Who said anything about helping? I'm just getting prepared.” the shorter sister's voice wafted from the pantry as she emerged with the large silver fire extinguisher.
Yang grimaced. “The hell you tell me about it for if you were gonna go get it yourself?”
Ruby flashed a wicked grin to her sister “To be a bitch.”
Yang spit laughed as she inspected the contents of the refrigerator. “Hmm, there's some ground beef in here. Any buns for burgers?”
Ruby seated herself at the kitchen table, placing the fire extinguisher next to her place at the table with an exaggerated thud. “Sesame or Brioche? Personally I think the brioche hides the taste of carbonisation better.”
Yang, for her part, flipped Ruby the bird and set about heating the pan for the meat. Ruby watched her sister intently, all jokes aside she was curious to see if Yang had actually learned to cook in her time away. That…and the fact that her sister's upper back and shoulders were on glorious display, rolling in rhythm as Yang kneaded the meat into patties.
“Smash burgers or steakhouse sis?” Yang asked as she worked
“Hm, wha? Oh uh, smash. Thin patties mean more burgers.” Ruby had begun to lose herself in the watching and hadn't been prepared for the question.
“Can do sis, three good?” Yang called
Ruby cackled from the table “Sure Yang, three is good to start.”
Yang turned to look at her sister “To start?”
Ruby beamed, “I didn't get these curves by eating single servings sis.”
Yang turned quickly back to the cook top “Yeah, me neither. Estrogen is a hell of a drug.” Both girls giggled at that.
The savoury scent of cooking beef. The hissing of steam and patty. Scrape. Flip. Slap. Scrape. Flip. Slap. Scrape. Flip. Slap. Somewhere in it all Ruby forgot about the extinguisher and let herself be immersed in the moment. It was surreal. Some small part of her worried that this was all a dream and that she would awaken the next morning alone and disappointed once more. But, at least for now, the burgers smelled plenty tangible.
“Order up! 3 cheeseburgers, salt, pepper, American cheese, no mayo, extras, vegetables, or sauces.” Yang placed the food before her sister and was rewarded with a delighted squeal from Ruby
“Eeee! You remembered!” the shorter girl cried
Yang's face lit up “Of course I did, how could I forget your goofy dry burger fetish?”
Ruby mumbled something that sounded roughly like “Shut up Yang” through mouthfuls of rapidly devoured burger.
The elder girl chuckled warmly “Okay, guess that's my cue to start round two. How many you want?” Ruby held up three fingers on the hand that wasn't occupied with dinner. Yang's eyes widened slightly alongside a dusting of pink across her face.
The burgers were delicious. The cakey brioche contrasting beautifully with the crisp of the beef, and the well melted cheese. In Ruby's opinion adding anything to this was an over complication of a perfectly balanced meal. In Ruby's opinion. She continued to watch Yang as she worked, broad back now glistening through the gaps in her top. Yang had to stoop slightly to work at the cook top, her impressive height something of a disadvantage in a space designed for folks of more average proportions. She absolutely towered over Ruby, but given that Ruby stood at five feet flat a great many people did that. Not many people matched Yang's amazonian six-foot five, however. Thinking of the difference in size between the two of them always unleashed a wellspring of desire in Ruby's core.
Ruby wasn't sure when she first developed feelings for her sister. All her life Yang had been her best friend. Her constant companion. The focus of her attention, her protector, her confidant, her partner in mischief. It seemed natural to Ruby as the girls aged that those feelings melded with teenage and then adult desires. She had thought her sister one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen even, hormones only making her more so. That Yang had been thin and slight despite her height, not so with the powerfully built woman before Ruby now. Ruby doubted she could fully encompass her sister's arm with both hands anywhere but her wrists. She was glad Yang was focused on cooking, Ruby was certain her face was a brilliant shade of crimson.
“Round two, coming in hot Rubes! You gonna want any more, or can I get the next few? Oh hey, you okay? The heat getting to you a bit?”
Ruby shook her head “Totally fine!” she squeaked. Yang raised an eyebrow and set the plate before her sister and returned to the cook top. Ruby's insides smouldered and writhed. “Fuuuuck, I am so out of practice at this.” she thought as she brought burger number four to her lips. The growing sense of fullness of her belly only heightened the aching emptiness of her core, and the feeling drove Ruby crazy. This was getting bad, her stiffening clit screamed for her attention. Demanding to be as well indulged as her stomach was in this moment. Had she been alone she would have simply taken care of the need then and there as she ate. But for now she settled for absently stroking her stomach under the table as she ate, the stimulation enough to temper her carnal hunger. For now at any rate.
By the time Yang was seated with her own meal Ruby had completely devoured her remaining burgers. Yang stared, her mouth ever so slightly agape.
“Guess my cooking isn't so bad after all?” the elder woman inquired.
Ruby turned to her sister languidly, lost somewhere between satiation and raw need. “You're making it exceedingly difficult for me to stay angry with you.” Ruby sighed. Yang smirked at her sister before tearing into her own burger. A triple drenched in mayonnaise and some kind of green sauce, the patties thick and practically smothered by thick layers of cheese. Ruby wrinkled her nose in disgust “Look at that poor burger; drowning under the weight of all that baggage.”
Yang ignored her sister and ate with animalistic zeal, seemingly not stopping to take breaths, swallowing each bite as she went to take the next. Ruby was transfixed, she had never seen Yang take to food like that before. As she watched Yang rapidly annihilate the sizeable burger Ruby couldn’t help but to imagine what it would be like to have Yang devour her like that. Pinned to the floor by hands practically welded to her hips, her vision a sea of messy blonde curls interlaced with her petite pale fingers. Holding on for dear life as her sister explored every churning, aching inch of her, gulping down mouthfuls of her arousal with that same ruthless hunger. She imagined Yang effortlessly hiking her knees onto those massive tan shoulders, her questing tongue taking full advantage of the angle.
Ruby jolted back into the moment, how long had she been daydreaming? Yang had apparently taken both their plates and stood at the sink, washing them. Ruby quietly returned the extinguisher to the pantry. “So, not only do you cook now, you also clean?” Ruby inquired as she sidled up on to the counter next to the sink.
Her sister didn't look up from the plate she was scrubbing “Yup!” the p accentuated with a loud pop. “While you're up here you mind handing me the pan Short Stuff?”
Ruby guffawed; “Eat a dick Yang!” as she handed the pan to her sister. Yang laughed, and Ruby swore she could feel her clit pulse along in tandem with the rumbles.
“My bad Rubes. You are of perfectly normal height and absolutely not, in any way, fun sized.” Ruby’s face burned, the sensation cascading down her body like the dripping of candle wax. She was deeply grateful for Yang's distraction with the dishes, she needed to go take care of these feelings before this got any more out of hand.
Ruby leapt from the counter, impacting the floor with an appreciable thud. “Thanks for the food Yang, I'm gonna go lay down I'llcatchyoulaterbyeee.” she called behind her as she rapidly made her way out of the kitchen, through the living room, and to the stairs.
“Isn't it a little early?” Yang shouted back, the upward inflection seemingly gesturing at the pale evening light still filtering through the windows
“Sure is sis!” Ruby replied, already halfway up the stairs trembling with anticipation and need. She practically slammed her door shut, an inopportune tremor guiding her hand. Secluded in the dim confines of her room Ruby swiftly ditched her top and leggings, flinging the garments in the general direction of her dirty hamper.
Ruby collapsed into her bed. Quickly slithering from foot to headboard and flopping onto her back. She admired the rolling softness of her own body for a moment; the heavy sagging breasts now pooling like uncooked pancakes on her chest, the pale pink nubs of her nipples painfully stiff and capping them like strawberries. The ghostly expanse of her belly rippled gently with each motion, and her clit strained valiantly against the plain purple panties that sought to contain her. Ruby hooked her thumbs into them and peeled the soaked garment downwards, though they clung stickily to her as they went. Ruby sighed as she was exposed to air. Her clit and the surrounding auburn curls glistening in the dim light with her need. She began to trace slow circles around the tight bundle of nerves, delighting in some measure of friction at last.
She thought of Yang down in the kitchen, she thought of walking down there as she is now. Instead of being disgusted or confused the Yang of her fantasy was enthralled, as drawn to Ruby as Ruby was to her. This Yang moved to pull her sister into her strong arms and a hungry kiss. A kiss that set every inch of Ruby ablaze. She imagined Yang breaking the kiss to growl lowly to her.
“Table. Now.” the younger sister shuddered and did as she was told. Laying upon the table, short legs dangling limply off the edge. Fully exposed. Yang circled around her sister slowly, a lioness sizing up potential prey. “Oh, is this my doing?” the blonde purred.
Ruby's reply became a loud “Eeeep!” As Yang without warning lapped greedily at Ruby's centre, her large wet appendage slid agonisingly slowly from clit to entrance. She gently dipped inside, exploring at her leisure, earning Yang a delighted gasp. She felt the weight of her sister press into her back. She felt hot breath wetly in her right ear.
“You taste incredible.” Yang whispered, before pressing a sticky kiss into Ruby's neck. The pale girl trembled at the contact, wordless pleas spilling from her lips.
The Yang of Ruby's fantasy laughed, the bass of her voice as intoxicating to Ruby as wine. Something incredibly hot and stiff slapped heavily against Ruby, unleashing a keening sigh from the younger woman. Yang languidly ran the bulbous tip along Ruby's length, coating herself in the younger sister's thick arousal. And ever so slowly began to push her way inside. Yang settled over top of her sister as she thrust forward lazily, firmly pinning her by weight and firmly grasped wrists to the table. Ruby felt like she was going to see stars, the burning stretch was a beautiful agony. With each flutter of her walls she felt as if there was less room, less rebound, just more Yang. More burning, rigid cock. The thought sent a bolt from her flooded core to her aching nipples and she squealed. When the hard muscle of Yang's thighs met the plush flesh of her ass Ruby felt so gloriously, incredibly, brutally full.
Once again her sister’s voice rumbled in her ear “I'm gonna move now, okay?”
Ruby managed to gasp out a shaky “Mmmhm.” as her sister methodically retracted her throbbing cock Ruby shivered, already missing the friction and fullness.
Yang seemed to delight in teasing her need-helpless sister. Where the initial stretch had been measured in inches, this withdrawal was in centimetres. Ruby keened, struggling to wiggle her hips, trying desperately to regain some measure of that divine pressure. It was hopeless, Yang was immovable and solid as iron. The sense of helplessness sent a wave of pleasure through her, wracking her immobile arms, sending her dangling legs quivering and kicking. Finally, she felt the tug of Yang’s bulbous crown at the inner cusp of her entrance. As if the invading appendage had dug in her heels, protesting her potential removal from this molten sanctuary. Her sister pulled ever so gently backwards, threatening to escape fully from Ruby’s grasp.
The redhead clenched jealously, wailing “No, no, no, please sis. I need you. Please” and at long last Yang acquiesced, slamming her hips into her sister with an almighty clap. She built a rhythm like an old-fashioned steam engine slowly growing to full power. Each thrust just that bit faster than the one before until the strokes began to feel less like individual crests of a wave and more a sea of constant motion. Of burning, damp friction. She clenched hard against the girthy invader filling every bit of her, feeding the inferno that consumed her.
“Christ, Ruby.” Yang snarled from behind her “You're so. Fucking. Tight.” Ruby hummed in response, her body little more than a conduit, currents of pleasure ripping through her unchecked.
The table under Ruby rattled and groaned with each rut, held in place solely by the women’s combined weight. Ruby imagined how her sister must look, holding her down and ravishing her. The wild mane of blonde hair cascading down the expanse of her back, nearly blocking Ruby from view, keeping her younger sister all for herself. Legs like fleshy thick tree trunks rooted Yang in place and held Ruby’s doughy thighs resolutely still, hammering away at her sister messily. A viscous waterfall poured forth from where the sisters were joined, each back stroke freeing more of the mixture of slick and pre-cum from Ruby’s exquisitely stuffed passage.
“This cunt is heaven sis. I think you might be ruining me.” Yang growled, breath even and voice steady despite its lustful thickness and her own exertions. “Would you like that little sister? If this meaty cock was only for you, to take and to please and to worship?” Ruby gasped sharply, the filthy talk curling her toes and over-stoking her fire. She came hard around her sister's monstrous member, failing to push her out despite the crushing twist of her orgasm.
Ruby’s fantasy dissolved, unable to maintain her focus through the rapidity and force of her climax. She delicately withdrew three fingers from herself with a lewd squelch, the digits dripping with a gelatinous coating of arousal. Ruby tried to will herself to get up and clean herself off, but she had neither the will nor the energy. As the afterglow of her orgasm carried her away into sleep Ruby had one final coherent thought.
“I am so fucked.”