Help Me, Sister

Emails from her lawyer made Maolisa smile widely as the trust she had been trying to set up for Aislin was finally confirmed and approved. Nearly a third of her lottery winnings were put aside in case there came a time Ash was left alone or survived past retirement age, with the investments spread widely enough that risk of complete loss was low. A quarter of the funds were in a retirement account for herself that was safe from her tendency to overspend, requiring legal hoop-jumping to extract money from. The rest was invested with a limited cash-withdrawal option and automatic deposits into her spending account and the accountant's account for paying the bills. Mail could be a responsible person for most things, but getting bills paid on time was not one of them. After reading through the documents and marking those tasks complete she decided to get up for a few minutes to stretch.

Finding Sir Thomas Malory's 'Le Morte d'Arthur' and T. H. White's 'The Once and Future King' as a bound set made Aislin squeal and jump up and down like a child before reaching for the first one. Carrying it back to the desk as if it were as fragile as a snowflake, she set herself down, sliding until her bum was almost off the front edge of the seat, put her feet up onto the desk, ignoring the way the dressing gown fell open to her waist, and opened the book carefully. Within minutes she was lost in the stories, her trembling from excitement at finding the books subsiding as her mind wandered into fantasy.

Maolisa sighed as her bare feet stepped onto the cool hardwood of the hall floor, then turned toward the stairway. Before she got there she decided to peek in the library and see how her sister was doing. It never occurred to her that Ash might not be there, as Ash was always where books were. From the doorway she was looking at the side of the desk and chair and could easily see that Aislin was bare from the waist down, her robe hanging to the floor from the seat instead of wrapping her legs. Mail smiled at Ash's pretty legs, ankles crossed and cute little feet resting on the desktop, toes tapping the air in time with some tune in Ash's head. She wanted to reach out and touch the lovely, soft skin, but didn't want to scare her sister, nor interrupt her relaxation. Reading seemed to help Aislin's ability to cope with reality much better than any other form of stress relief. She blew her sister a kiss and wandered back to her office.

As the light from the afternoon sun faded from the windows some automatic system gradually raised the artificial lights in the library. The change was so gradual Aislin's reading was not disturbed, giving her hours of enjoyment and relaxation. By the time she returned from the worlds in the book her back was aching from being slumped in the hard chair for so long, and she moaned softly as she squirmed to get the kinks out before lifting her feet from the desk and placing them on the floor, wiggling her toes. "Ouch," she muttered as she tried to stand and fell back, then succeeded on a second try. Stretching backward then forward, then reaching to touch her toes, shuddering, then standing up straight again and wiggling her whole body seemed to get the kinks out. She grinned to herself, remembering her mother fussing that it wasn't fair that she could recover so easily from a stiff back. The thought got her thinking of her mother and she decided to ask Mail to invite her to come visit often, since she refused to move to the south with them.

Her office was originally intended as a walk-in closet, so Maolisa only had room for her desk, computer, file cabinet, and safe, not even a chair for visitors. She liked it that way, so she could get things done. It didn't take much to distract her, even simple knickknacks and pictures could break her concentration if she saw them out of the corner of her eye, so she put her office where there wasn't room for that stuff, and kept everything else in its place. Setting up that way had the beneficial side-effect of keeping her from dawdling over things she needed to do; she wanted to get the work done and get out as quickly as possible. Thus, when Aislin appeared in her doorway, she stood up to get out of the office instead of inviting her in. Aislin didn't move right away and Maolisa brushed up against her as she got to the door and felt her shiver a little without moving away from the touch. Mail smiled and intentionally brushed her hand against Ash's and shivered herself when her sister clasped it briefly before moving back from the doorway.

"I like your office, Mail. It's nice and cozy. You just need to change the color. White is horrible. Walls should never be white," Aislin grinned at her sister. "I want a nice green office, with green carpet and green wallpaper and even a pastel green ceiling."

"We can make you an office and just spray it down with water and let mold grow on everything, how's that?" her sister teased, but when Aislin blushed and looked down at her toes, a sad expression on her face, Maolisa gave her a careful hug and apologized, "I'm sorry, Sis. I forget that teasing like that doesn't work for you. It was supposed to be just a joke."

Aislin smiled faintly, "Oh. I never know when it's supposed to be a joke or being mean and it always feels mean even if I should know better." She lightly touched her sister's cheeks with her lips, "I'll try to think the right way so you don't have to worry about how you talk."

"And I'll try to think the right way and not say jokes that could be insulting. It's not really a nice form of humor anyway." Maolisa took advantage of the tender moment to kiss her sister's lips, suppressing the urge to lick, and gently tighten the hug. Feeling Aislin starting to tremble she backed away as casually as she could, a little surprised to notice Ash's cheeks getting a little pink flush.

Looking down at her toes rubbing the line between the carpeted office and the hardwood hallway, Aislin tried to get herself distracted. "I was coming to ask if maybe we could have Mom come visit soon. I think I miss her already."

Maolisa started down the hallway, holding her hand out to Aislin to let her decide if she wanted to hold it or not. "Yes, we, me and Mom, already talked about it. She said you would probably want it within the first few days but might hold out a couple of weeks. You think you can make it a month, or need her sooner?"

Aislin took her sister's hand, her own trembling just a little at the touch, "I want to say that would be fine, but I know me and that would be too long. Maybe two weeks from now? I don't want to be a pest but this is a lot of change and even though I'm happy stress is stress, good or bad, and builds up." She grinned at Mail, "If it had been me winning the lottery I probably would have had a temper tantrum from the surprise and tore up the check." Mail laughed and had to concentrate to stop herself from giving her sister a big hug.

"We can manage that, I'm sure. Mom was thinking between two and three weeks would be your limit, and counting from the day we came down, that would be two and half. Mom knows your limits pretty good."

Aislin smiled faintly, "She's had years of experience, and she cares enough to pay attention, even when she doesn't understand. It's not like I have changed much. I get older but I don't grow up." She looked up thoughtfully, "I think I prefer it that way."

Mail gently squeezed Ash's hand and couldn't suppress a giggle when Ash squeaked in surprise, sounding like a cartoon mouse. Aislin slapped her lightly, but giggled as well, and let Maolisa tug her into the stairwell, going down. "Let's get some coffee and call her now." She smirked, "Every time I call her the conversation lasts at least one cup, sometimes two."

"What do you talk about so much?"

"The care and feeding of an older sister." Mail giggled and squeezed her sister's hand again, and got slapped lightly again.

Ash tried to start the pot of coffee brewing but as she tried to pour the coffee beans in without grinding first or using a filter Mail took over. Ash sighed, looking a little disappointed in herself, "I know how to do it, but for some reason every time I try I suddenly can't remember, and the odd things like trying to use whole beans seem to actually make sense. Then when someone else starts doing it I know the right thing." She climbed up on the counter, sitting cross legged beside where Mail was putting things together for the coffee, not seeming to notice her robe was open a little and Mail was sneaking peaks between her thighs.

"Maybe if we tried turning it into a ritual, with preparation steps laid out, we can break that habit." She got the all the things needed for making the coffee and set them out on the counter between Aislin and the coffee pot, "See, like this? Set it all out at once, so you're doing it differently from what you are used to doing." Once she had all the items laid out in a row she moved her hand to the side, slipping it under Aislin's robe to rest on her knee. Aislin's face flushed a little bit and she trembled slightly, but she didn't move away.

Aislin smiled at her sister, "That's how I usually break routines that I do wrong. Reorder them so that I don't fall back into the old habits. You'll just have to tell me the first few times." She pulled her robe closed better, but let it go over Maolisa's hand on her knee, shifting her body around to pull some of the robe out from under her bum. As she moved Maolisa's hand slipped down her thigh a little and Aislin gasped, then bit her tongue to distract herself from moaning.

Maolisa briefly considered the idea that Aislin had caused her hand to slip over her thigh intentionally, then decided that was just wishful thinking and the gasp was from surprise. She slid her fingers up her sister's thigh, back to her knee, enjoying the way Aislin shivered as she did. She tore her eyes away from Aislin's little mound and looked up toward her face, grateful for Aislin's inability to look someone in the face. Reluctantly, she let go of Ash's knee and turned to the telephone on the wall, dialing her mother's number.

Aislin turned toward the coffee maker, and with everything laid out for her it was easy for her to do things in the right order. Before her sister had even said hello on the telephone the coffee was brewing. She slid off the counter, letting it pull her robe up for a moment, giggling when Mail took advantage of it to slap her bum, hard enough to sting but not enough to really hurt. She wiggled a little, causing Mail to giggle, then went hunting in the cabinets for coffee cups.

The phone was answered just as Maolisa slapped her sister's bare bum, causing her "hello" to sound a bit strained as she was trying not to sigh heavily at the touch. "Hi Mom. Just calling to see if you are ready to come visit. No, not today," she laughed, "You have a little time to prepare. How does two weeks sound? Okay, I'll get the tickets set up." She chatted with her mother for a few minutes, watching her sister moving around the kitchen, looking in all the cabinets. She noted that even though she moved fast, almost suddenly, when going from place to place, she looked graceful doing it. She wondered if it was something she developed to help prevent accidents from her jumping around all the time.

Aislin found the coffee cups in a cabinet on the opposite side of the kitchen from the coffee maker and sighed in exasperation. There was no way she could leave it like that, and started moving them to the cabinet over the machine. That cabinet had boxed foods in it, which needed to be moved, and within minutes Aislin was engrossed in a major re-ordering of the entire kitchen as Maolisa watched, amused and a little impressed. Aislin's quick movements and obsession with order and logic made fast work of the job.

Maolisa kept their cups filled and tried to help as much as she could, but Aislin found cooperation difficult, not being able to anticipate what another person is about to do. Finding herself bumped out of the way, and things she did undone right after, Mail decided she was safer sitting at the table and watching. She didn't mind having an opportunity to watch her sister's little body moving and bending and twisting, although she did have to bite her tongue at times when she would catch a glimpse of more skin than most people would allow visible. When she got hot and removed her robe, Mail almost reached out for her, wanting to pull her into her lap with a desire that was getting harder and harder to resist. She settled for giving her a kiss on the lips and caressing her cheek when she came by for a coffee refill.

Wiping her hand over her brow, Aislin found it wet with sweat, and looked around the kitchen. She hadn't really noticed how much work she was doing. Once she started she just focused on the task and drifted away inside her mind while some part of her brain that she didn't have a lot of contact with used her body to accomplish the job. She was aware of what she was doing, so far as knowing that she moved this here and that there, but not actually thinking about it directly, and after a job was done she didn't have much memory of what happened during the work. But then, she often found herself without a clear memory of what she had just been doing. It could be really annoying to suddenly find herself standing in the kitchen with a pan in hand and no idea why. As she got down on her hands and knees to put something in the back of a lower cabinet she thought she heard a deep moan, but when she looked around her sister was still sitting at the table with her coffee. She shrugged and turned back to the cabinet, squirming a bit to get further back.

Moaning at the sight of her sister's bum in the air made Maolisa blush and bite her lips. When Aislin turned to look at her Mail hoped that her inability to read faces was real, because she was sure her lust must be plainly written. Then when Aislin turned away again and squirmed, wiggling her bum, Mail was sure she was going to lose her self control and do something bad to her sister. She bit her lips harder, nearly puncturing them with her teeth. She wondered how she was going to be able to live with her sister when every glimpse of her body excited her, and Ash disliked clothing.

Putting the last pan away, Aislin made one more circuit of the kitchen, checking every drawer and cabinet to be certain the contents were in the most logical place she could think of. While she wasn't lazy, she hated needing to walk back and forth just to get a pan from the opposite side of the kitchen than the stove where it would be used. She was pleased, and picked up her robe. It had gotten too much sweat in it before she took it off, so it was too damp to put back on. She used it to wipe her face and smiled at her sister, "Is it okay that I just rearranged everything without asking?"

Mail pulled her sister to her lap, enjoying the wiggling and squirming as she fought to get away, and gave her as gentle a hug as she could while not letting her escape. She kissed her lips lightly, letting her own part a little, and was pleased when Ash's parted as well, letting them share their breath. It felt odd to be kissing her own sister that way, especially while she also trying desperately to get away. When they broke the kiss Mail noticed Ash's nipples were standing up invitingly. Instead of taking the invitation she let her sister get up, slapping her bum as she moved away. The memory of her sweaty, slippery body in Mail's hands was going to linger a long time, Mail was sure.

Biting her lip, Aislin wondered if she should tell her sister that kissing and touching like that made her think about sex. She decided it would be a bad idea, she didn't want her sister to think that she was a pervert in addition to being severely handicapped. That would probably be too much and she'd get sent back to her mother. She enjoyed the kiss as long as she could tolerate before the urge to put her tongue in her sister's mouth became too strong and she had to pull her lips away. When Maolisa let her up and slapped her bum she blushed and nearly stopped to let her do it again, but managed to step out of reach before turning back, giggling. "You're a brat!"

"I had to thank you for all that work. I think it deserved at least a hug and kiss!"

"Well, you're welcome." Aislin stifled the impulse to tell her to thank a different way. She wouldn't mind being scared that way by her sister more often, even if it was making her feel a bit frustrated. She knew she wouldn't forget the feel of her sister's soft hands sliding over her sweaty body any time soon. "I'm going to get a shower, I'm all wet and slippery."

Maolisa nearly volunteered to help, but was afraid that even her socially clueless sister would pick up on that as an innuendo, and she didn't want to freak her out. As she watched Ash's cute little bum wiggle away, she decided she needed a bath, and followed her out, then up the stairs, heading in opposite directions at the top. She stripped rapidly as the tub filled, then stepped in found she had gotten the balance of hot and cold just right this time. After relaxing in the soapy water for a minute she put her hand down between her thighs and started relieving the tension spending so much time with her sister had built up.

Aislin stepped in to the shower, allowing the cold spray to play over her chest until her nipples ached. She took the head down and adjusted the setting to massaging bursts, and adjusted the temperature to cool instead of cold, then turned the pulsating stream to point between her thighs to wash away the strain of being so near Maolisa without being able to act on her imagination.

The tub had cooled considerably by the time Maolisa was ready to get out, her frustrations temporarily eased. Wrapping herself in a large towel, she stepped out onto the deck, and looked out over the forest. Her mind tried to make her think about how to deal with her feelings for Aislin, but she pushed it away, letting herself stay relaxed and enjoy the temporary calm of having fixed that urge. Thinking of Aislin brought another thought to mind, and she dropped the towel to the deck and stretched, enjoying the cool breeze. Being naked so much was new to her, but she could understand the appeal and told herself to try to do it more often.

The shower massage did its job well and Aislin was feeling quite relaxed as she turned the water warmer for washing. Running her soapy hands over her body had the usual effect, but muted somewhat after the first relief. She idly wondered if her sister was as sensitive to touch, which led to thinking about touching her and bringing back the tensions she'd just relieved. She grinned sheepishly, thinking she needed to find something to think about besides her sister. Once she'd taken care of the issues raised and had her body cleaned of sweat she stepped out of the shower and padded naked through her bedroom to her deck, then stood there letting the cool breeze dry her as the sun set.

As it got too dark to see much, Maolisa stepped back through her bathroom to her bedroom. She found a thigh-length kimono and matching silk sash. She reached for panties out of habit, then told herself to try Aislin's no-panties rule. She closed the drawer and headed out to the hallway and Aislin's room to invite her to dinner.

When Maolisa knocked on her door, Aislin opened it without dressing, as she rarely thought to put clothes on. Mail looked at her, blushing slightly, and went straight to her closet. She found a thigh-length kimono and sash and handed them to Aislin, smiling. Aislin sighed, "I suppose wearing clothes around the house is a rule here, too?" although she was glad for the excuse to hide her body's reaction to Mail's mere presence. With the kimono on and tied her hard nipples weren't so obvious, since she didn't have breasts pushing them outward like Mail. As she thought that she glanced at Mail's chest and noticed her nipples were poking at the fabric of her kimono and her knees wobbled a little at the thought of what they would look like.