Two Sisters from the Borderlands

"Trust me, Sash... it is," Fiona said with a shake of her head.

"What if I act like Athena?" Sasha said, and she frowned while giving Fiona a cold, emotionless stare with her mouth a straight line. Sasha issued a raspy growl from the depths of her throat for a few seconds then said, "I am a Vault Hunter," in a deep, humorless tone. "I throw my shield and never smile."

Fiona couldn't help but smirk a little, but she just shook her head still. "No."

"Pleeeeeease Fi," Sasha pleaded, holding her hands in a pumping ball between her chin and chest. "For me?"

Fiona sighed and threw her head back, knowing if she had one weakness it was when Sasha begged her like that and added "for me" at the end. After a few moments of just thinking it over she looked back at Sasha to see a hopeful smile adorning her younger sister's face, then she sighed again.

"Okay then," she said reluctantly, but then a wagging finger came out. "But you're to swear that none of this leaves this house, okay?"

"I promise," Sasha said with a nod, her smile broadening. Fiona looked at her sideways again.

"Yeeeeaaaahh... it kind of weirds me out how into this you seem to be."

"I've just been curious for a while about it," Sasha admitted. "And you're the only person I can think of that I could trust to practice with that isn't already hitched in some manner."

Fiona paused for a while then squinted at Sasha. "Yeah... I'm not sure that makes me feel any better."

"Don't stress about it, Fi," Sasha said, rolling her eyes. "It'll be fine. Just tell me what to do."

"Okay," Fiona said and she closed her eyes for a moment and let out a long exhale. She looked back up as she twisted her whole body to face Sasha. "Just... just relax. Loosen up."

Sasha nodded quietly, rolling her shoulders and nestling her lower body into the soft sofa some more with a wriggle of her butt. She bent her neck left and right, her dreadlocks bobbing too and fro as she did. With her eyes closed she let out a gentle sigh of satisfaction and her shoulders loosened. "Okay," she finally said.

"Good. Now I'm going to lean in and kiss you. Just... go with the sensation. I'll take the lead, but it should come naturally to you after a few moments as to what to do."

"Gotcha!" Sasha said, her eyes still closed.

Fiona steeled herself, her mind contemplating the fact she couldn't believe she was doing this. She began to lean forward, but as she did she noticed Sasha lean towards her with her lips pursed outwards. Fiona smirked and gently placed a finger against them, which made Sasha jump with a slightly muffled yelp. "No," Fiona stated simply. "Don't anticipate too much like that. Just relax and let me initiate things."

"Hm'kay," Fiona said against Fiona's finger, then she slowly rocked back and relaxed her mouth again. Fiona could see Sasha was trembling ever so slightly and she couldn't help but smile about it. There was something endearingly cute about her usually brash sister shaking over something so simple considering some of the things they'd dealt with over the years, especially over the past few weeks. Fiona stopped letting her thoughts wander and continued on with the exercise.

Fiona leaned in towards Sasha until their faces were about a foot apart. Fiona then reached out with one hand towards Sasha's face and extended her index finger. As gently as she could she brought it up under her sister's chin, softly touching it to the underside of her jaw. Sasha only flinched a little at the sensation, but Fiona's hooked finger giving a subtle tug forwards was enough to send the correct signal to the younger sister. She slowly leaned forwards, the gradual pressure of Fiona's guiding finger dictating her speed. It wasn't long until Sasha could tell her sister's face was drawing closer, as even with her eyes closed she could sense the mass of Fiona's head closing distance to her own. A few moments later she could feel the warm puff of Fiona's breath drift against her lips, and she heard the mild wet smack of Fiona's mouth opening mere inches away from her own.

Sasha's heart was beating so quickly over the previous few seconds, but it seemed to stop entirely in her mind when she felt the pliant moist softness of Fiona's lips meet her own. Sasha listened to Fiona and didn't respond immediately, instead just letting her teacher take the lead and just focusing on the sensations themselves. She could feel Fiona's upper and lower lips press into hers and there seemed to be a warm burst at the center. A brief suction formed there before it subsided a few moments later, but she could feel Fiona's warm breath dance across her skin, telling her that her sister's mouth had not retreated far. She next felt Fiona's lower lip flick up on the underside of her own, while Fiona's upper lip seemed to almost tug at hers to encourage it forward. Another suction occurred, focused more on Sasha's lower lip. As Fiona pulled back this time, she softly tugged on her sister's lower lip, pulling it out a little before dislodged itself and flicked back into position.

Fiona turned her head the other way next, pressing her lips against Sasha's with a little more force, yet maintaining a smooth and soft technique all the same. The tip of Fiona's nose tickled Sasha's left cheek and the younger sibling couldn't help but let out the tiniest of squeaks as she sensed the tip of Fiona's tongue slide against her upper lip. The finger that had been just beyond Sasha's chin glided up her jaw line slowly until the other three joined it and wrapped around the back of Sasha's neck, allowing Fiona to press her lips into Sasha's even more without the force pushing her sister's head away. Fiona eased her tongue into Sasha's mouth further, and it met its kindred muscle in the darkness. Sasha wasn't quite sure what to do, but Fiona seemed to sense this and she used her tongue to encourage Sasha's to, essentially, come out and play.

Sasha obeyed the completely oral instructions Fiona's tongue and lips were giving her, which were not as complex as she might have thought. Every move Fiona seemed to make with her mouth was now guiding her and almost instinctively she followed. It really was like a dance, and while Fiona may have been leading, Sasha was soon becoming a worthy dance partner. As the motions went on, Fiona started to retreat a little now and then, in what Sasha could tell was an intentionally teasing manner. She seemed to be trying to encourage Sasha to take a little more initiative herself now and then, as if to indicate that the process was something for both of them to work together in tandem with and not merely for Fiona to dictate everything. Sasha attempted to rise to the challenge, reciprocating what Fiona had done to her, and putting her newfound teachings to the test. And yet all the while, both complimented each other, no matter who was in control. Domination would switch, but the partner would move in time with the lead, and then it would switch back.

Most importantly to Sasha, this was the softest, most sensual and pleasurable kissing she'd ever experienced. Every man she had kissed had either been too rough, too keen to take control or rush things, or a combination of all of these. Sasha could tell by the sensations and the way that Fiona was kissing her that this was as much about what she wanted as it was about what her kissing partner did, and if anything Fiona seemed more concerned about making the experience good for her than for herself. Sasha decided to show her appreciation by cupping each of Fiona's cheeks between her palms to steady her teacher's face before pressing her own against it with a long and deep kiss. Fiona made a muffled grunt of surprise as it happened, then smiled and let out an approving moan with a slight chuckle to it.

Fiona responded by running her lips over Sasha's and wrapping them around her student's extended tongue. She began suckling on it for a few moments, then let go and ran her tongue along Sasha's lower lip before pressing her mouth hard against Sasha's lips again. Sasha let out a muffled moan as Sasha pressed forward against her, beginning to tip her backwards. Sasha adjusted her position and began to lower herself slowly onto the couch beneath her, while Fiona instinctively pressed forward and down upon her. All the while, their lips stayed locked and their tongues lashed between them like freshly caught eels trying to escape. Fiona disengaged her lips from Sasha's and came down upon her sister's jaw, where they pressed wetly. They lifted and came down again upon Sasha's throat, the younger sister instinctively tipping her head back. She exhaled, "Ohhhhh... Fiiiii..."

It was a split second later that Sasha's eyes flicked open, wide and worried. The whole time since the kissing had started she had kept her eyes closed and kind of lost herself in the sensations, but she was starting to now come to terms with what was happening. "F-F-Fiona... stop!" she managed to utter.

Fiona's own eyes snapped open and she raised her lips up from Sasha's neck, a thin trail of saliva branched between them for a few seconds before it snapped and vanished. Fiona looked up with an expression of shock and green eyes met green eyes, both with reddening cheeks beneath them. Fiona's mouth hung open while Sasha's tried to form a coy smile as she blinked a little, looking down and away from her older sister. "I-I think we might have... been getting a little... carried away there, Fi."

Fiona but let bottom lip and immediately sat up, pulling her hands away from Sasha as if the contact had burned her. "Oh my God!" Fiona uttered. "I'm so sorry, Sash!" A pause as she shook her head and looked away. "I don't know what came over me!"

"It's okay, Fi," Sasha said, sitting back up and placing one hand reassuringly on Fiona's knee. "It was probably my fault."

"I didn't mean to get carried away," Fiona said earnestly, looking back at Sasha. "I just... got caught up in the moment I guess." She paused and sighed. "It's been a while since I... well... y'know..."

"I guess that's what happens when we're both just sooooo damn good and kissing," Sasha said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I mean, seriously Fi... that was AMAZING!"

"You... you mean it?" Fiona said, blushing deeper.

"'Course I do!" Sasha said as if it were obvious. "I've never been kissed like that before. I can see why you prefer women if that's what it's like. Where are the lesbian sign-up papers, coz I'm all aboard for more of that!"

"Thanks," Fiona said with a warm smile, then she winked. "You were pretty good yourself. Once we got you out of those bad habits at the start."

"What can I say... I had a good teacher," Sasha beamed back, tapping Fiona's knee.

Fiona's smile broadened and she leaned forward and hugged Sasha. Sasha returned the gesture and after a few moments Fiona sniffed at the air.

"Damn!" she said, letting go of Sasha. "I forgot about the food!"

Fiona ran back to the kitchen and resumed her cooking, and Sasha pivoted around to face her, leaning on the back of the couch with her chin resting on her arms.

"So. When's lesson number two?" she asked flippantly.

Fiona stopped and just looked at Sasha with an open mouth and wide eyes. Sasha smirked back and winked and Fiona just laughed.

"You're terrible!" she chided before returning to her cooking.

Fiona managed to focus on things for another few hours as if nothing had happened between her and Sasha, but then she found her thoughts drifting towards the moments they shared together on the couch. As much as Fiona tried to focus on other things, her mind would find itself going over the events again and again. She'd close her eyes for a few moments and could picture Sasha's face slowly drawing closer to hers, then she swore she could almost feel it happening again. Every so often she'd reach up to touch her lips, only to find them still on her face, not being kissed. Every time Sasha moved about the room she found herself watching her. Not only that, but she seemed to be taking in a lot more of Sasha's than she normally would. Fiona's gaze would play over her sister's delicate facial features, then wander down her slender throat to the gentle sloping rise of her chest. Her eyes would drink in Sasha's slender, exposed stomach before cascading down her pelvis, rear and thighs. And as she did, Fiona felt a pit in her stomach and an uneasy sensation that told her that it was wrong to do so, while a voice in the back of her head told her to appreciate and admire it all, because it was all very nice. Sister or not.

Fiona had an uneasy sleep that night, with almost fevered dreams of kissing Sasha, and waking up to swear she could see her younger sister lying beside her. And the next day things didn't get much better. After breakfast, Sasha decided to turn on the radio that they'd manage to get to pick up some decent radio stations. She began to dance in the middle of the room, and while Fiona politely declined to join her little sister, she couldn't help but look up from what she was doing more often than pay attention to it and watch. Perhaps it was just the type of songs playing, but seemed like every movement Sasha made was sensual and enticing on some manner. She moved so gracefully and smoothly, yet there was something primal and provocative about it. The way she would sway her hips, twist her tummy, arch her back and run her hands over her body all seemed designed to stimulate it seemed. Again Fiona felt both uncomfortable, yet drawn. And she was both pleased and disappointed when the spectacle ended.

Sasha left not long after finishing her musical recreation, giving Fiona some moments to slam her fist down and verbally curse herself for what she was experiencing. She kept telling herself that this was wrong, and Sasha was her sister. Her beautiful, attractive sister. That she loved and trusted so much. And that was the reason she felt she both should and shouldn't fight this. She didn't want to hurt, humiliate or offend Sasha, yet at the same time she felt an already deep connection with Sasha and her younger sister was one of the only people she could feel she could truly trust. Surely there wasn't a massive difference between the familial love and trust they already had and a more intimate form of love and trust. Was there? Sasha herself had said this was Pandora, and that there'd be no need for anybody to find out if they were clever. And they were. But what if Sasha didn't want to? And what if even bringing up the issue was enough to disgust Sasha so much that she were to leave and never come back. Fiona couldn't take that risk. She just couldn't.

But it was not that simple. Fiona had told herself in Sasha's absence that she was not to pursue anything and the matter was ended, but that was before Sasha returned. She had been caught in a nasty dust storm during her outing and ran inside covered in brown and gray powder before slamming it shut behind her. After telling Fiona what happened and dropping some supplies on the workbench, Sasha darted into the bathroom and Fiona heard the water running. This didn't really phase Fiona, as she looked over the supplies her sister had brought back and proceeded to put them away. But shortly afterwards, as Fiona was back to going over a possible job they might be able to pull, the sound of muffled water spray stopped. The sound of a door opening could be heard and then two soft footsteps.

"Phew! That's much better!" Sasha said.

Fiona looked up and her tongue seemed to catch in her throat at the sight before her. This wasn't the first time Sasha had exited the shower in such a manner before, but Fiona had never looked at her sister as anything more than a sister until yesterday. Today there was something different about it. Sasha's thick ringlets hung low against her cheeks, heavy from the water and her skin glistened with beads of moisture. The only thing that adorned her slender body was a tiny, blue-green towel wrapped tightly around her torso. It started just beneath her armpits, its taut attachment squeezing Sasha's perky breasts up and together, almost threatening to slip a nipple over the top edge. Almost every curve from there down was visible as the wet cloth clung to her body, ending abruptly at the upper thighs, only inches below the nexus of Sasha's crotch and the outer curve of her buttocks. Fiona's eyes drank in her sister's body, as she swore she almost moved in slow motion before her. Beads of water trickled down her almost completely exposed thighs and as Sasha tried to shake some liquid out of her deadlocks, her chest almost tried to heave out from its constraints.

Fiona just stared, half praying to any deity she had even remotely heard of that that towel would break loose and drop to the ground, while the other half hated herself for wishing that. Sasha seemed to notice her almost statue-like sister and she tipped her head to the side for a moment and made an unsure noise. "Fi?"

Fiona tried to say something, but she just uttered incoherent nonsense, shaking her head slowly back and forth as her eyes roamed up and down Sasha's form. Sasha walked up to Fiona, leaning over and squatting ever so slightly to meet Fiona's eyes. This didn't really help as while Sasha tried to look Fiona in the eyes, all Fiona could do was direct her attention to Sasha's cleavage, just a few feet away from her face.

"Fi, are you okay?" Sasha asked.

Fiona blinked and looked up into Sasha's concerned face. She tried to speak again, then felt guilt just wash over her. Before any of the tears she could feel incoming could form, Fiona quickly stood up and walked right past Sasha. "I'm sorry, Sash... I have to go!"

With that Fiona disappeared into her room, leaving Sasha to just stare at the door that closed behind her. A thoughtful look crossed Sasha's face for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor for a while. She looked back to Fiona's door with a worried look, then grasped her towel tightly where she'd tucked and folded it and made her way to her own room quietly.

The next morning Fiona opened her bedroom door a crack and peered out into the main room of their little hovel. Sure enough, Sasha was sitting out there, drinking something warm and reading something that appeared to claim to be news of some fashion. Fiona cursed under her breath, but told herself that she couldn't avoid Sasha forever. Besides, she was a con artist. It's what she did for a living. Surely she could bluff her way past her sister. Taking a deep breath, Fiona opened the door and stepped out, striding to the kitchen area confidently as if it were an ordinary day.

'Not too confident!' her mind screamed. 'It will be too obvious then.'

Fiona listened to her brain and slowed down into a more casual pace, while also letting her broad smile ease off, yet not vanish. "Morning Sasha," she said casually, trying to sound pleasant, yet not overly pleased. 'You got this' he mind assured her.

"Morning Fi," Sasha responded offhandedly, but then she looked up and turned around to observe her sister over her shoulder. "Everything okay with you?"

"I'm fine," Fiona answered, rifling through the fridge. "Why do you ask?"

"Well... it's just that last night, you seemed a bit... off," Sasha explained.

"Oh, that," Fiona said with a wan smile. "I was just reminiscing about what happened over the past few weeks. You caught me at a bad moment... just thinking about Gortys again. I just wish... I wish there had been another way."

It helped matters that Fiona did really feel this way. Every so often she'd think back to those moments where she and Sasha were forced to shoot Gortys, and it tore her up inside. Part of her hated to use something like this as a tool to hide her shameful thoughts about Sasha from her sister, but she also knew it was a matter that genuinely bothered her, and this could help sell that her current emotional state was something else.