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Ange drabbles
Another day, and Ange watched her twin cut through the water. The slim body, sleek and merging with the liquid like it was a second skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she tilted her head back, staring at the sky. If they all had a calling, Ange would say hers was the sky, the stars. Chii, her beloved sister, was the ocean. The water. Cooling, calming, healing, strong, versatile..
One would almost think the teen girl was jealous of her younger twin. But she wasn't. In fact, she loved her twin very much. But that was where the problem lie.
Her gaze followed the swimsuit as it clung to the curves of Chii's body, tracing along the lines of a figure she knew so well. The ache in her heart increased, and a shiver of heat wound it's way into her belly as her mind took creative liberty to wander into territory the girl held very private, but dear all the same. The way her twin would look when she'd just gotten out of the water, the way her white hair would cling down her back, the bangs framing her face. Stripping out of the swimsuit, her pert breasts bouncing once freed from their confinement, and the pale skin being revealed as the material slid off. And in Ange's mind, she imagined herself tracing some of those white strands that playfully curled around the front, and trailing down chii's collarbone and chest, resting on her abdomen, and then wrapped her arms around the younger's waist, pulling the fully naked teen flush against her body. And the lingering water would soak into her own school uniform, and the heat of their bodies would be felt all the clearer...
The older twin flushed deeply, and bit her lip, dragging her eyes away from her twin.
Unacceptable thoughts. She shouldn't have thoughts of touching Chii in the shower. Or helping her strip after swim practice. And she took too much delight in when they bathed together. She watched too intently when her blue-eyed twin was eating. The way her pink tongue would slip out to catch missed food, and grin sheepishly when she'd gotten it all over her face.
Ange got a spark of electricity that settled as heat in her belly when she would clean her younger twin's face off, when she got it all over. Every littlest touch, every hug, every glance, Ange savored each of these. But she loved it most of all, when her twin sang.
And when she would sneak into her bed after having a nightmare, and she would hold her all night long.
Pretending, as she held her close, that they weren't sisters. That they weren't near identical twins. That instead, in a different time, a different place, they were lovers who had met as childhood friends.
Ange loved Chii. And the love was simple, devoted, and tainted so very deeply with a disgusting lust that the soft spoken girl would never say anything about it. Because to have her sister look at her with anything but love, with anything but a smile.. would Destroy her.
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