5. Faux Sèrums

*Warning: Adult topics ahead. There are mentions of dark stuff in this chapter, be careful and remember this is just fictional entertainment. Please enjoy!

All this time pretending that I could be normal, all the time hiding my wrong and sinister, pretending that the reason for my lack of interest in a boyfriend was normal, all that time wasted.

I should have been stronger, bolder. I should have been honest about my true nature, and let her know. Maybe that way, maybe she would have understood, or, at the very least she would have helped me overcome my addiction to her. But now its too late.

In front of the mirror I stand, my red striped white panties rolled on my left ankle, the door locked, the curtain hiding my room and my actions, my core yearning for my-for her touch.

Thanks to the communal showers, I have not shaved, not properly, my lucky genetics gave me legs that require no shaving... but that's not what Anna was looking at. She was fascinated with the stylized patch of hair crowning my sex.

My mouth got watery as the thought of her, actually being as close as mirror Anna was supposed to be, my legs started shaking not only with anticipation but also strained by exercise.

Anna gets up and gently pushes me towards the bed until the back of my knees is touching the edge of the mattress, a soft blow of her finger tips on my sternum to force me into sitting position.

I don't want to stop her, not anymore. After feeling Anna's love thru those kind words, her support, and her arms around me... and that brief kiss. This is love.

I'm in love with my sister.

There is no need for workarounds or excuses. Her love is the only thing that has kept me alive, the only thing that gives me hope.

I love her playful nature, her protectiveness, her kindness, the way she dances around the place when we are alone, her secret kisses...

I look at the mirror and see Anna on her knees behind me, wrapping her arms around my chest and kissing my neck. Feeling her lips made me shiver, her right hand playfully teasing my breast by circling around the sensitive erecting pink flesh and neglecting her touch to my needy places. I could feel a drop of arousal traversing my inner thigh and descending to the bed sheet underneath me.

"Fuck me Anna, just do it already"

"Well, will you look at that, no more stuttering. I was getting attached to it. But if you really want me to..." she grabs me by the neck, not applying enough grip to suffocate me but, enough to make me yield and follow to assume the position she wants from me. She pushes my head to the mattress and my ass high up, supporting my weight on my knees and shoulders as my hands grope my chest, slowly descending to my wet pulsating sex.

My fingers reach my vulva, as the tip of my middle finger touches my clitoris, my whole body tightens as the intense delight travels through my skin. My index finger joins in a circling pattern rubbing with ascending intensity. Anna controlling my movements to lead my to pleasure.

My face retorts the lustful joy that invades my flesh in the mirror and I pretend the girl masturbating on my bed with a red wig on is Anna, my Anna.

And I can feel it, climax edging on my nerves. My feet contorting and my toes clenching as my legs gave up, and I lay on my stomach. My hand left my breast to ascend to my throat and gains control over my breathing, just like I wish Anna would.

My eyes closed as my mind goes blank... and then in my head the image of Anna, the real Anna kissing me, a real kiss this time, just as couples do in movies.

My muscles clench from head to toe, and then as the orgasm arrives, relaxation, release as no other.

I had no more energy left in my body. Those last twenty minutes had left me in ruins, I didn't bother trying to dress or to remove the red hair of my head... I just couldn't. It has been long since I slept as easy as this night.

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It has been so long since the last time we shared a kiss and its the first time Elsa has ever initiated it. I guess that now that mom is not snooping around she can finally relax and accept how much she likes them. I'm glad I was strong enough to leave her, I almost flaked there when we kissed and stayed with her... but the fact that she is still hiding that from me, kept me determined to follow the plan.

She deserves, much more.

Back at my dorm I was greeted by Rory, I knew she was curious about my night, and, well I also know how hard it has been for her to make friends at campus, so I gladly shared the events of our night... except the kiss.

"Well, its good that she is doing exercise. It helps with depression and its healthy anyway". I wonder if that is true, Rory seems to know a lot about the topic... I wonder if she has had episodes of depression like Elsa, or, maybe she read it in one of the many books she has access in our college library. She seemed fairly acquainted with the terms.

"Yeah, I guess. Um, have you... ever had an episode of depression, Rory?" she looked upset by the question, she crossed her arms and her eyes went to her feet. Maybe I was pushing-

"I was sixteen... Malena and my father, had just signed the divorce forms, not before having arguments and shouting every night for almost six months. Even in our big house with thick walls, I could hear their nonsense fighting over anything and everything. Every night I would be afraid of my future, my dad would have me stay with him... but I had learned to love my new mother during the years she lived with us." Tears traveled down her youthful face as she paused. "Then the day came, she has suitcases and boxes ready to move to an apartment as she, father and their lawyers have settled in a contract. I begged her to take me with her. But she had to remind me that her hands were tied by law. Taking me, would have been kidnapping. I was young and, reckless- No, stupid!

I ran upstairs into my father bedroom..." she wiped hear face and her glasses, then took a deep breath before continuing. "I woke up two months later in the hospital. And she was there for me. She has been there for me ever since".

Sometime during Rory's story I had gone across from my bed where I was sitting, to hers. My arms around her shoulders. I felt terrible for asking her to tell me this, and the memories of Elsa's worst state came back to me as well.

So, I shared Elsa's- our depression episodes. How we could be in the same bedroom, yet, Elsa would be avoiding all contact with me, she stopped eating lunch with me, she stopped being happy.

And then, it came the resolution, me confronting her and finally getting her to talk back to me, and the many days and nights that we had to fight against the darkness inside her just to see the beauty of the world.

After many more tears and sobs, we were exhausted, but, we had smiles in our faces. I had promised Elsa that I would be discreet about her... past, but I guess I couldn't just listen to Rory open her heart like that and just nod politely and go to sleep.

I explained Rory about my early volley course with a long yawn as I went back to my side of the room to put on an over sized plain shirt. She said she understood, and even promised me to not read the book she got with her from the library to keep the light off even if it was barely past ten.

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I woke up five minutes before six, even sleeping right on schedule, I was feeling tired. Maybe it was an emotional overcharge... or fat delicious pizza messing up with my high performance athlete's diet. I took the quickest shower I could, luckily for me there was still a lot of hot water this early in the morning. After putting on my uniform and doing my hair into a precise ponytail, I took a glance over at the sleeping blonde a few steps from me. She looked like an angel, just like little Elsa did when we did sleepovers and she would fall asleep first.

After the day of volley and hours of boring lecture courses, it was time for our session with the social worker. I got to there first, and waited for Elsa to find me sitting on the long bench in front of the psychologist office.

I was playing Free fall on my phone while waited, until, a tap on the shoulder brought my attention off the digital gems on my screen. It was Elsa, but, lipstick, a light green summer dress, her hair in a relaxed thick tress. She looked so beautiful. Her lips...

Is that my...?

"So, should we knock, or is the social worker expecting us?" No stuttering, confident, and in a light green summer dress, is this really the same girl I had pizza with yesterday?

"Legs, I mean. Yes, we should knock before going in. You look pretty by the way." Elsa smiled smugly, she took my compliment with more panache than I would have seen her do before.

We knocked, and the voice of a rather old lady invited us in. She was in her fifties maybe even older, a bun on her white hair and her big old fashioned glasses covering a big part of her face.

She requested that Elsa was alone during the session. So I was back outside in the hall, guess free fall it is.

After losing all my lives, and giving heart to thirty puppies on Instagram, the office door opened up slowly, Elsa came out. Her head facing downwards, her makeup a bit messed, and sadness overflowing her pores. What did she do to the smiling beauty I met half an hour ago. I mean, yes, crying can be a release... but she looked- she seemed so happy and relaxed just before entering that room.

"She... wants t-t-to speak to you" look at me Elsa! What have I done. She is worse than before.

We traded places, I went in the office and Elsa sat on that bench, her attention full to the screen glowing in her hands.

The social worker offered me a chair while still writing something in a big yellow note pad. I sat in silence until she finished, nervous about what she needed to tell me and a bit intimidated by the old black desk full of things a doctor would have... except a computer.

She finally set her pen down and closed the note book "Anna I presume. Well lets talk about your sister. Elsa has developed a rather unhealthy attachment to you, she describes her housing situation as unsatisfactory and seems very committed to go back to a former time and the childish behavior you and her used to have during your early teen years. I assure you, she will move on and leave this behind her. All I need you to do is to keep doing everything the same as you have up to date. No sleepovers, no relocating, just normal sibling interaction during lunch and any other social event you attend to. This should clear Elsa's mind from the confusion, anxiety and obsession issues, then you could be normal sisters again. Her speech impediment is psychosomatic but I guess you already knew about it, that should be fixed as well. She just needs to be more mature about this whole situation."

I left the office filled with doubt. Why was she using the word normal like that, I mean yes, we are not like the rest of people, but so what! Why should we?

Elsa stood up as I closed the door behind me. I could see that she was pretending she was better, faking a smile like she used to in our last days of high school.

"So, how d-did it go in th-th-there?" you can't lie to me sis, but, I sure have and will lie to you until you are honest with me.

"Well she didn't tell me anything I didn't knew before" and she doesn't know the truth like I do "but, she did recommend me one thing... She said that we should relocate you isso- issofact- as soon as possible"

"Um, to a psych ward-"

"No, you silly blonde. To my dorm room."

Authors Note: Hi, hell0, hey there. Seems like Anna and mirrorAnna are really good at fabricating truths. This chapter was juicer than the previews ones? How did you like it? Any spelling mistakes, please let me know.