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It was the night before Thanksgiving. Takeout pizza for dinner, the traditional cutthroat card games (Grandma was the big winner), and, finally, it was nearly midnight, Mom and Grandma were in bed, and it was just the two sisters in Jess’s old bedroom. “I missed you so much,” Brija sighed, pulling great-grandma’s antique quilt over both of them.Jess searched Brija’s eyes, a grave expression on her face. “Do you remember what we talked about before I left? Did you do what I told you to do?”“I tried,” Brija said. “I tried so fucking hard. I went to the dance, and Kev and I made out a little afterward, but I just couldn’t get into it, and finally he just took me home.”“What about Lexi?”“I still think she’s hot, but I still don’t know if she’s into girls or not. I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin. I try to think about her when I’m in bed and need to get off. Or sometimes Kaley. But they always change into you in my mind, before I come. Always.”Jess sat up against the headboard and hugged her knees. “Brija, you need to get serious about this. It’s one of the main reasons I went to Oregon.”“But why?” It was a rehash bahis siteleri of their same old circular argument.“Because you and I are fucking sisters.” Pause. “Literally. If this goes on, it will mess you up so bad. What if you want a family someday? We need to stop.”“You think we need to stop. I don’t need to, or want to. Don’t you love me anymore?”“Of course I do! Don’t say that.”“Then what is the problem?”“Brija….”“Did you meet somebody?”“No.”“Jess, I don’t care if I’m fucked up, as long as it’s you. I don’t need or want anybody else. Ever. What about that email you sent me about the collar and leash?”“Brija, I told you. I was a little drunk when I sent that.”“Bullshit. I know you. When you’re drunk is when you tell the truth.”Jess had no reply to that. Brija reached under the bed and pulled out a plastic shopping bag. “I saw these at the Renaissance Faire. It took all the money I had with me, but I had to buy them.” She pulled out three items of supple brown leather: a collar, a leash, and an ankle bracelet. They were obviously handmade, and they were beautiful.“Oh, Brija,” Jess said. “Did you canlı bahis siteleri really spend all your money on these because of that stupid email?” But Brija noticed that Jess couldn’t take her eyes off of the leather.“I want to come out as your property. In public. I want you to own me.”Jess could not speak. She placed the leash in her hand and drew it across her palm. It felt so good. Smelled so good.“Friday. Please, Jess. I have never wanted anything this bad. Ever. Please, Jess.” And she fastened the collar around her own neck, snapped the leash in place, and handed the other end to Jess.The instant Jess took the leash, months of sensible good intentions vaporized and floated away forever. She pulled on the leash, drawing her sister’s face close to hers. But, as their tongues battled in midair, Jess’s devious mind was already calculating. There was a chance — a very, very tiny chance — that this would not end in total disaster.On the day after Thanksgiving. Kev was practicing spirals with his bud Bryan. Thank god it was a nice day. Kev needed to stretch his muscles after the previous day’s canlı bahis turkey and pie orgy. He also needed a good dose of trash talk, after a whole day being nice with boring relatives. He retrieved his water bottle from under a tree and took a long drink, then checked his phone.There was a snap from Brija. That was unexpected. He hadn’t heard from her since Homecoming, and he assumed she was pissed about something he did that night.The video started with a crazy blur. Maybe somebody’s bedroom? Then it steadied on the back of Brija’s head and shoulders. Her hair was messed up, and she didn’t seem to have a shirt on. WTF? Who was holding the phone? Then Brija turned around. Her tits were bare, her nipples hard. She was blushing deep red. She had a leather collar on, with a leash trailing out of the frame. A fucking leash!Oh Jesus.Brija had never sexted him. Or anybody else, as far as Kev knew.Then the leash went taut, and another face came into view next to Brija. Her older sister, Jess. Jess gave the camera an evil grin, then grabbed a handful of Brija’s hair and kissed her. A deep, open kiss.Kev suddenly realized that Bryan was next to him, watching along with him. On the video, Jess was facing the camera again, saying something. Kev clawed at the volume button. “…thirty minutes. You snooze, you lose. One-time offer, lover boy.”

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