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This is intended to be another lesbian Romance. Not exactly sure where it’s going from here though. I’m really working hard here to create a character that is reacting to a situation that she finds herself in. I really don’t want her to come across as a total man-hating bitch, but not really sure that I succeeded. Please try to read it with the understanding that she really does not hate men, and actually does like them as friends, but that she is kind of forced into her situation. Also, don’t get too hung up on the treatment of the guys in this chapter. There may be a few surprises yet to come (or is it cum?)
There is absolutely NO incest in this series. None. Not even implied incest. If you think there is, then get yourself checked by a therapist.
This is the story of another cousin of GTO and Linda. She is not mentioned in any of the other stories, but Gail, Robin and Linda will be making appearances. I also had to throw in an encounter with Jimmy. For those not familiar with him, he seems to be my favorite punching bag. He’s a real douche, and kind of deserves it.
This is fiction, people! As in, NOT REAL. All characters having sex are over 18. OK, Legal bullshit: Fiction, not real, everyone over 18, don’t bother with comments on spelling or grammar, I read stories here too, so I know that I am far from the worst in those areas.
Now, without further ado.
My Sister’s Best Friend Ch. 3:
New Year’s Eve. We lazed around most of the day. There were a couple of Bowl Games on, and we watched some of them. I’m more of an NFL girl myself. I usually only watch college football during Bowl Season. Tabby and I did check out the playroom. It was OK, but neither of us liked pain, and we weren’t overly excited about domination or submission. I did whip Kayla a couple of times, but I didn’t really get into it. It was fine for Aunt Gail, but it just wasn’t my thing.
A couple of the games were interesting though. About 8-o’clock, Tabby and I went up to our room to get dressed for the evening. Aunt Gail was having a New Year’s Eve party at the club. We showered together — and regardless of what Aunt Gail says, we did NOT drain Lake Mead! OK, so the shower took an hour and a half, but we were really dirty.
Make-up on, hair done, garter belt, stockings, 5-inch heels, and a very small red dress. Oops! Forgot the panties and bra. Tabitha pulled up her blue dress and showed me that she also neglected her panties. Yum, yum.
Aunt Gail had a limo pick us up. I figured that none of us would be in any shape to drive back. We were let in by the Raiders Linebacker with tits and continued to Aunt Gail’s private table. Tabby, Linda, April, and I all had to roll our tongues back in after the waitress took our orders. I refrained from asking Aunt Gail why she even bothered to get into that scrap of material.
The club was packed by 10:00. Denise and her new girlfriend joined us. Denise was one of Linda’s old girlfriends. They were still close. The breakup had been amicable. We spent the next couple of hours dancing and joining in the competitions. I know that you are eager for the details, but there was just too much to tell. All I will tell you is that I didn’t win the vibrator contest, and Tabby came in second in the strap-on fucking contest. We kissed when the clock struck midnight. I was correct. We were all too drunk to drive home at the end of the night.
A couple of days later, we returned home. We discussed our options and what we had learned over the last week. Aunt Susan and Uncle Jacob already knew about us and were OK with it. Of course, Aunt Gail, Robin, and Linda accepted us as well. I started discussing some of my other relatives with Tabby, trying to figure out who would and would not accept me as a lesbian. I came to the conclusion that there were several relatives that probably wouldn’t really care, but the hard-core family members would become rather hostile. Unfortunately, my parents and siblings were in the hard-core group.
It was an 8-hour drive, so we had a lot of time to discuss things. Tabby wasn’t too concerned with her family. She had a cousin that came out as gay a few years ago. Her family was a bit disappointed, but accepted him and his lover as they were. Besides, her brother had already provided her parents with grandchildren, so she was kind of off the hook for that.
The question was, could I afford to be estranged by my patents? Granted, I was paying my own way through school, and I had my own apartment. I had a decent part time job that kept a roof over my head, gas in my car, and food in the refrigerator. Still, my parents did help out occasionally when things got a bit tough. There were the occasional car breakdowns, or some other unexpected expense that would pop up. Could I really afford to walk away from that before I graduated and began my career? I only had another year, and then I would be set.
Reading the last paragraph, it kind of sounds like poker oyna I’m some kind of greedy bitch. You probably think that I am a bitch by now anyway. Why do I just seem so concerned about the money, and not mentioned the fact that I would be losing the love and emotional support of my family? I am VERY concerned about that. You just need to understand how my brain works. I’m not wired like everyone else. My logical side had already dealt with this aspect. I was going to lose that regardless. It didn’t matter if it was today, tomorrow, next month, or next year. At some point, I was going to have to tell them that I am a lesbian, and then I would lose the love and support from them. There was no point in discussing it or worrying about it.
“Why don’t we just move in together?” To tell the truth, I had wanted that to happen for a while now, but I was afraid that she would think it was too soon. I was kind of surprised when she asked that.
She continued on. “Look, we both feel the same way about each other, and it really doesn’t make a lot of sense to be paying rent on two places. We could cut rent in half, as well as utilities and food. In fact, I’ll bet our combined food bill will actually go dawn. I know that when it’s just me, I tend to eat a lot more pre-packaged stuff that can be heated up in the microwave. Those things are more expensive than cooking regular food. Cooking for one is a pain in the ass, but cooking for two is totally worth it. We could still just play it off as being roommates if you aren’t ready to come out yet. My lease is up anyway, so I’m actually looking at either moving or signing another lease with the required rent increase.”
That actually sounded really good. I liked the idea immediately. The question was, where to move to? I had a couple of ideas.
“I actually happen to know someone that has a small, two-bedroom house that they are trying to rent. I’ve been thinking about it, but it is just a bit too much money for me alone at this point. With both of us, it would be doable and less that we are currently paying combined. On top of that, it also has a nice garage and back yard. I’ll call him the next time we stop and see how soon we can move in.”
“That’s great! Now, can you scrounge up a couple of those strong college boys to assist in moving the heavier stuff?” She asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Even better.” I replied. “I can get my sister and her husband to help with his truck too.” Then I got a nasty grin on my face. “Then, after we are done, we can have a housewarming party and do the big reveal. I’m sure that Katie will get a kick out of finding out that she facilitated in our affair.” Yeah, OK. I’m a bitch.
My friend agreed that we could move in the next weekend. We decided that we should stop and see Aunt Susan and Uncle Jacob on our way through. I just needed to be careful about what I said. We decided that it would be best if we didn’t tell them that we had been in Las Vegas. Knowing where we had been, it would be easy for them to figure out that it is Aunt Gail that had been in contact with Linda. I had promised Aunt Gail that I wouldn’t reveal that bit of information. I called Aunt Susan and told her that we were in the area and asked if we could stop by. Of course, she was delighted.
They came out to meet us as we pulled into the driveway. Greetings, hugs, the normal stuff when visitors arrive. Aunt Susan had made a fresh pot of coffee and we retired to the living room. We chatted about several different things before I had to give a bit of information.
“Aunt Susan, I have learned a couple of things, but there are some very sensitive issues right now. I can’t tell you how to get in touch with Linda right now, but I can tell you that you will have the opportunity to see her and talk to her within a few months. I can tell you that everything will be revealed soon. I’m sorry, but I simply cannot give you any more information. Please be patient and I guarantee that everything will turn out wonderfully for you soon.”
I could see the look of anguish on their faces, but I reassured them that everything was coming together.
“I also need to tell you that in the very near future, Tabby and I will be going public with our relationship. I’m sure that there will be a lot of fallout from that within the family. I may need your help with some of it, if that’s alright. I’m sure that my parents and sister will not take the news well.”
“Of course, Dear. I will help wherever I can. It would be somewhat hypocritical of us to throw you under the bus when we are trying to get back our daughter who is also gay.” She said with a smile.
Hugs all around. We stayed and talked a while more. I told them that we were moving in together and about the housewarming party that we would be having. They had an invitation, and assured us that they would be there. They were looking forward to the fireworks that were to come, and they would also stand and support canlı poker oyna us in it.
The next weekend, I borrowed my dad’s truck and my sister’s husband brought his truck to help move. I had also gotten a couple of friends from school to help move stuff. My sister helped both Tabitha and me pack up our apartments. They bought the story we told them about Tabby losing the lease on her apartment and us deciding that it would be better for both of us to become roommates. We seemed to be able to get along well, and we would be saving a lot of money rather than being on our own. Of course, we did flirt with the guys that I had conned into helping. Well, if you consider giving college students free beer and pizza conning them. I had talked to them quietly and warned them that Tabby and I would be flirting with them, but not to take it seriously. They kind of knew what was going on anyway, so they just flirted back. Katie actually bought the charade.
Tabitha and I adjusted well to being roommates. After my sister and her husband left, we had the guys help us move Tabitha’s clothes from ‘her room’ into the Master bedroom. You really didn’t think that we would actually be using separate bedrooms, did you? Of course, there were a couple of minor quirks that we worked out. We scheduled days for when each of us would cook, what chores would be rotated, sides of the bed, that sort of thing. We adapted. Oh, the whole ‘which side of the bed’ thing turned out to be a pretty much moot point. We usually just passed out from exhaustion in the last position we were in.
It was a Saturday a couple of weeks after we had moved in. It turned out to be a pretty nice day for the end of January, so we decided to Bar-b-que for our housewarming party. This would be an interesting party. About 1:00 in the afternoon, I went out to the back yard to light the bar-b- que. No gas grill for this country girl. This was a full-on oak wood grill. I had a couple of tri-tips, half a dozen half chickens, and a few salmon steaks. We had prepared the salad, and Tabitha made an awesome potato salad to go with it. I had also made garlic bread to toast on the grill.
People had started to show up shortly after I got the fire going. Of course, we had the game on in the living room. My family was there, Uncle Jacob and Aunt Susan, several of Tabby and my friends from work and school, as well as a few other relatives. Yes, I was nervous. Tabby just kept reassuring me that everything would work out. We still had family that would accept us, and — unlike what happened to Linda — I was much more financially independent from my parents.
The afternoon was actually a lot of fun. I had relaxed and accepted that what was going to happen would happen at some point anyway. My sister had brought a couple bottles of wine as a housewarming gift, as well as a few other people had. I made sure to open hers first. It was probably petty of me, but I could envision her grabbing them and taking them back as she stormed out later. Besides, aside from her being a bitch, she really did have excellent taste in wine. Everyone also enjoyed the food as well. I actually am very good at working the grill. I’ve done it for years.
After dinner, Tabby and I did a quick job of cleaning up. We had used paper plates and plastic silverware. One, it was quick and easy, and two, we really didn’t have enough real plates and silverware for everyone. Plates and silverware in the trash, Leftovers sitting on the counters to be put away later. It was showtime.
“OK. Who wants the tour of the house?” I said. Of course, everyone had already seen most of it. Obviously, the kitchen, livingroom, back yard, and bathroom, but the doors to the bedrooms had been closed. It turned out to be a rather quick tour.
I saw a hint of a question on Katie’s face when we showed them the guest bedroom. Her head snapped around when I said that. She noted that I had said ‘Guest’ instead of identifying it as being either Tabby’s or mine. I almost laughed at the look of shock when I said ‘Our Bedroom’ as I opened the door to the Master Suite. It was blatantly obvious. Two toothbrushes on the vanity, two towels on the rack, two sets of make-up, obviously two different sets of clothes and shoes on each side of the closet, and two nightstands with phone chargers, lamps, and accessories. That wasn’t to mention the two sets of slippers on the floor beside the bed.
“Why are the two of you sharing a room when there are two bedrooms?” My mom asked.
I saw the smile on Aunt Susan’s face as my sister’s face began to turn white.
“Kind of difficult to cuddle with my lover if we are in different rooms, mom.” I replied.
“You, you, you…..you’re sleeping together?” Katie almost shouted.
“Well, yes.” I replied. “We’ve been seeing each other for several months now, and we have you to thank for that, Katie. You were the one who introduced us and got us together. Remember that party last summer internet casino where you tried to set us up? You succeeded. We hit it of immediately, and we’ve been together ever since. We both really appreciate what you did for us. Oh, and thanks again for helping us move. It was always kind of a pain before when we were living in different places. This is a lot better.”
You could almost see the nuclear meltdown going on in her brain.
“But, what about all those guys that I set you up with?” The anger was beginning to peak through.
“Oh, we had fun going out with them as friends. We all had a really good time, especially when we were double dating, but now, we decided that we are just going to go out together. Hanging out with the guys is OK, but we want to have some romance now.” Tabby put in.
“You were SUPPOSED to have been romancing with the guys. They were all nice guys. I was trying to help you.” Yep, you could actually see the steam escaping from her ears.
“Unfortunately, you made two mistakes with that.” I explained. “First off, most of them were extremely boring. Second, I am a lesbian. I’ve been a lesbian for years. I’m not attracted to guys at all. I was never single because of a lack of opportunity, or because I was too picky. I was single by choice. But, rest assured, you DID help me find the love of my life. If it wasn’t for you introducing us, we may never have found each other. So, you see? Your plan to set me up with one of your friends actually did work. We both appreciate you setting us up with each other.”
I was kind of worried there for a minute that I was going to have to call an ambulance. Katie looked like she was about to have a stroke.
That’s when Aunt Susan stepped in. “I’m very happy for you, dear.” She said as she hugged me. “I just wish that I could have handled things better with my daughter. Unfortunately, I made some very bad decisions back then and lost her. I would do anything to fix that.” Then, looking at my parents, she continued. “I pray that your parents react better than we did. It would be a tragedy if they overreacted and lost such a wonderful person and a daughter from their lives. That was the single worst decision that I have ever made, and I regret it every second of every day.”
The look on my parent’s faces was of absolute shock, but it was beginning to turn into anger and disgust. Uncle Jacob, long known in the family as being quiet and contemplative, turned to my parents and said in his quiet distinguished voice, “Think very carefully about what you say. Regardless of what you are feeling at this moment, this is your daughter. This is still your little girl that you bore and raised. She is the same girl that you lovingly embraced as she welcomed you into her new home just hours ago. She is the same girl that you showed such pride in just moments ago as she was regaling you with her accomplishments. She is the same daughter that you have been bragging to us about for years as she was putting herself through college — the first one to go to college in your family. She is the same little girl – well, not so little any more — that you loved mere moments ago, before you discovered one very minor trait about her that you may not like very much. I’m sure that there are a few other things that she does that you probably don’t agree with, but you still love her anyway. Believe me, regardless of what you are thinking right now, this is not worth what you are about to do. Take my advice right now, cousin, don’t do what I think you are about to do. Don’t say anything. Walk away, go home, and think about it. Don’t throw your daughter away. Remember what Jesus said; ‘hate the sin, but love the sinner’. You don’t have to agree with her choice, but that doesn’t mean that you can hate your daughter. You just need to accept her for herself and accept the person that she loves for themselves. I speak from experience. I didn’t do that when I had the chance, and I live with the pain of that every day. Don’t make the same mistake that I did.”
Without another word, my parents turned and walked out the door. Katie, however….
“As far as I’m concerned, you are going to burn in hell. I want nothing to do with either of you. You’re both degenerate perverts. The Bible also says that we should brush the dust from our feet as we walk away from those that reject His word. That is exactly what I’m going to do.” She announced as she and her husband stormed out of the house.
A few of the other family members remaining also left without a word, but some also stayed.
“Well, that could have gone worse.” I said. “There really was no hope that Katie would accept it. I was kind of surprised that mom and dad didn’t start screaming at me. Thank you, Uncle Jacob and Aunt Susan. I think you both helped defuse a really bad situation. I guess we’ll see what happens when mom and dad calm down.”
We moved back into the livingroom and talked for a while longer. Most of the relatives that stayed announced their — well, not exactly support, but — acceptance. While they were not really comfortable with my sexuality, they still loved me and would just overlook that particular part of me.
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