3. Faux Lèvres

It wasn't a busy day at work today, I mostly did inventory since not a lot of clients called for pricing info or came in the store. My back muscles were tense and my feet were probably tinged in red at the soles, but all that felt less of a nuisance when the memory of me and Elsa this afternoon at the cafe passed thru my mind. As I'm walking back to my dorm figments of the lunch date were passing through, Elsa carefully twisting her fork four times to create the 'perfect pasta bite', Elsa's statuesque pose while she was spacing out, the tears, the tickling revenge.

Getting back to the dorm building felt quick, like if I had skipped ten yards a step from the bus stop onward.

"Hey Anna, I'm guessing lunch was very… substantial. So uh... I don't mean to sound prying but, do I know him?" My roommate Rory asked turning back from the desk in which she reads whenever she has time for.

Rory is blonde, a bit shorter than myself, she wears glasses but not the ones fake nerd cam girls use; metallic italian design pink aluminum framed glasses. She has some sort of scholarship, so you could say she is a genius, that being said she can be blunt minded at times. I would describe her as a pixie kind of girl: petite framed, younger looking, innocent, curious and beautiful yet she seems to care more for her achievements than her looks.

"It was a lunch date with my sister, Elsa, I told you about it today before leaving, as we agreed for safety measures back the first day we met"

Rory might be a brilliant student, but she has some insecurities and a slight paranoia, well not really but kinda. Its nice that she cares for me after sharing this room for just a few weeks to be honest. We made a pact which basically is just a way to know if any of us are still in one piece...or in the worse case: where to find the pieces. I would push her into talking about her troubling past or her fears but I know she needs space and to trust me more before revealing her afflictions.

That being said I haven't show her a picture of Elsa or my family so we are not officially friends yet.

"Oh, right, right...right. Its just that... you were using the lipstick you said smelled as chocolate but tasted 'just like regular lipstick, perfect for romance'" Does she have photographic memo-, maybe she knows were you left it "Uh, you took it with you. You put it on that bag right there" she pointed at the one I had with me all day today. Guess it fell off somewhere else.

"Well there goes nine bucks. Thanks anyway Rory." She relaxed a bit and smiled back as she shrugged in apology. She might not have much to offer, but I should take my chances and ask "Uh, Rory, do you happen to know anyone that could help my sister with some issues?" I said while pointing to my head, her face was a question mark "I-I am not suggesting you have issues or-"

"I go to the college's main building, there is a social worker in the office from seven to five. She is kind and polite. I've seen her every thursday since my second week here. She's helped my when I miss Ma-my step mom" she trailed off and almost broke on the last part. I guess she's homesick?

We share a secret... I guess we are officially friends now.

ooo

There I was sitting on my heels on the bed, my shorts tossed somewhere in the floor, so is my shirt and bra. Only a over sized plain white t-shirt was cove-almost covering half of my body. Usually I would wear bloomers or boyshorts, or pajama pants; but this night she asked me to keep the panties I been wearing all day. It were not lacy, colorful, or excessively revealing, yet, I felt exposed to the eyes lurking from the mirror. Anna's eyes were obsessed with the part my shirt was failing to hide from her, my b-butt.

"See aren't you more comfortable like this" she teased so I nodded away from her gaze "Oh c'mon Elsa, just look how cute we are" she twirled and our shirts revealed the full length of my thighs and my rear entirely. My hands trapped the bottom of the shirt in place trying, why? She is me- she's Anna, she knows how I look naked she is a girl too, and besides we showered together when we were children, and she is my sister.

Then why is our face this shameful shade of red. What would Anna do in this type of scenario?

Run, hide away from the gazing eyes or-.

So I bold up and lift my shirt above my head almost toppling the red hair of my head. My breast as they were this morning: pale, not huge nor petty or flat, a few tiny birth marks scattered trough my torso and my nipples pink but unusually erected, which pretty much contradicted my next words "Its a rather hot evening, Anna, You are okay with us sleeping like this r-r-right" I couldn't stop the stuttering, and I knew Anna would know I was bluffing and tell me to get dressed if I was uncomfortable.

She didn't. She put a hand to her hip and the other to cup her chin while she examined my nude body walking round me. My arms were paralyzed and my cheeks were back on that reddish tinge that spread to my ears eventually.

"Hmm" she hummed a few times before she stopped in front of me "Yes, we can sleep like this" she said while opening her arms and presenting her own nude torso to me. Maybe it was the embarrassment or my own insecurity that had blind me from the fact that, when I took off the shirt I took hers off as well.

She was truly bold, unlike me. Anna has always been the one leading our adventures, choosing the path for herself and mine at times. She is strong, willing, determined, and everyone loves her...how couldn't we.

I am socially awkward, quiet, blunt at conversations, a geek, and sometimes a shut in. And I would be still trapped in that state if Anna wouldn't have fought with me and helped me be a little less afraid of... everything. Afraid of being alive, of being her sister, of being so different than her, of not being perfect.

I looked at her and saw our faces stained with teary mascara. But I felt...happiness. I walked towards the mirror and kneeled down to wipe the runny makeup of my cheeks and could not help myself and I kissed her again. The lipstick left an impression of my lips on the glass. It was...beautiful in a way I had never think of before. Even the smell of was like chocolate for some reason, this moment smelled as fulfillment...its confusing.

"Want me to help you with that blondie?" she took the stick from my hands and twist it to push the pale pink balm out. She scoot closer to me and my lips innately pout to receive the ointment.

But it was not lipstick what reach my skin, but her lips.

And...even if it was not chaste, even if it was unexpected, wrong and ungodly...

I accepted it.

And the night was still so young.

"Is this what you needed, Elsa?" she said with her right hand's thumb cupping my face and her left arm crawling thru my back to engulf my waist and pushing herself onto my lap.

"N-n-nn-. I... th-th-th-th" no word could come out of my throat, my head was clouded with horrific deviant thoughts. I tried to disperse them away by shaking my head, but her hand was still controlling me, forcing me softly to nod.

"Oh, sweetie. You don't have to strain yourself by talking if its too difficult. You just..." her hand left my chin and started to trace a dangerous road with her index finger from my neck descending to the crevice of my breasts "have to let your body do the talking part."

A delightful feeling traversed my nerves. Starting in my chest and penetrating to my spine causing a spasm in my mid section and the tensing of my thigh muscles. The slow deliverance of those last words, had such a seductive connotation, the reaction my body was presenting was unavoidable. I closed my eyes and my lips parted just enough to let Anna know I accepted her caressing.

She responded by kissing me in a way no other person had ever done before. I felt my legs part as if they had a mind of their own. I tensed my legs to try and reason with my body.

I was not strong enough. And I'm not that naive, I could tell what my body language was telling her. I wanted more. More of her love, more of her touch, more of this wrong feeling. But I shouldn't. This is my sister and- nothing else should be needed as an excuse.

So why is this so hard to control. Why can't I wake up and stop this. I could just snap my fingers until the truth was clear to me, that I was alone in that gray room, that this was all in my imagination.

But I didn't wanted that. I needed Anna by my side on that bed. I need Anna to hold my hand when we sleep, to wake up next to her in the morning, pull her from the soft arms of slumber by kissing her like a fabled beauty. I need her love to save me from the darkness in this world.

And if having her here in this room means, to have her in this way, the way lovers own each others soul and flesh. Then I'll defile our flesh to this dark goddess embalming my core.

When did this feeling began? Was it when my lips touched the looking glass or... was it years ago when Anna helped me recover from depression by taking me out for a sisters date. Only the two of us in the movies, eating ice cream cones on the bridge on the way back home, holding hands while we took the long way back to enjoy the starry night just for a bit longer. Did it began when she forced shower me everyday because I felt so bad I had no will power to do it myself.

Did it matter?

"I-I-I-I w-w-want-t you, I n-need... You Anna. I want your best and your w-worse. I want your pretty and your undisclosed. I need you with me as we used to be and... and any form you need us to be"

AN: Hï, Hell0, hey there. This is getting a bit dark. I hope you liked this chapter and thanks for your previews feedback and the incoming one. Please let me know if my spelling is wrong, there is only so much google can help. I have yet again updated chapters 1-2, Apparently I have misspellings for through as trough all thru those chapters.

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