My Awakening Ch. 02a

This is a continuation of my previous story. So it will be helpful to have read that story beforehand. This chapter got rather long real quick so I opted to separate it into three parts. Hope you all enjoy it.

All characters depicted are over 18.

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I rolled back on my side. That's when I noticed it. I still had my sister's panties from last night clutched in my head. I let out a deep contented sigh. I lay there reminiscing about last night's adventure with my sister. I wondered was that it? Would there be more? Did I want more? I thought about that last question. My sister had made me feel amazing, loved, even beautiful. I decided that, yes, if she wanted another go, I was in. In for an inch, in for a mile. Or, as it came to my head before I corrected it, in for an itch. And, boy did I have an itch that my sister knew just how to scratch. Not knowing what might be in store for today, I got up. Not more normal groaning. I was excited, buoyant. That third day I wasn't a morning person? Yep. After a night of sex with my sister, gave me a skip to my normal pattering of my feet. Who would have known?

Slipping into my pajamas, forgoing my underwear. I padded down the hall to the kitchen. I saw everyone else was up and breakfast was just about ready.

Dad looked over from the stove, "Finally decided to join us, sleepyhead?"

I stretched a bit and responded, "Yeah, couldn't trust anyone to leave me any food. Especially with your cooking." I went over to my dad, standing on my tippy toes and kissed my dad on the cheek.

"You seem to be in a good mood this morning. We didn't even have to shake you out of bed," my mom said.

"Guess I am just happy Kaitie's home," I said using my longtime nickname for her. She loathed it when others called her that, but with me she tolerated it.

Dad pulled me into a hug. He always hugged me the same. Deep, hard and long. Like he never wanted me to go. I felt safe and loved in his arms.

"Hurry up, dad. I'm starving," Kaitlin piped up. Laughing, my dad kissed the top of my head and let me go and turned to finish making breakfast.

"First time home since moving to California and impatient as ever," my dad chuckled.

I turned to face my sister who had a beaming smile. I stuck my tongue out at her. Dad always gave me hugs in the morning. My sister would always bicker about the food getting cold or it taking too long. Anything to get the hugging to stop. It was a sibling thing. And it started right back as if it never stopped. Despite last night.

So I went to sit in my normal spot. I had always liked sitting next to the window behind the table. Mom liked the chair facing the kitchen. I think it was to check on the time since the clock was in that direction. So dad sat opposite me and next to mom. Normally, I don't have an issue getting in and out of my spot. But today was different. With dad cooking pancakes and mom and Kaitlin were both already seated, I had to squeeze myself behind one or the other. My sister inched her chair closer to the table. So I took the hint. I sucked in some air, not that it would do much good as small as I was, and inched my way behind Kaitlin. My nipples, still sensitive from the night before, brush across my sister's golden tresses sending pleasant tingles through my body.

Finally sitting down, I looked over and saw my sister grinning. While dad finished the pancakes, mom asked, "So you two have any plans?"

Immediately, Kaitlin responded with one word. "Shopping."

My sister loved shopping. Whether she bought anything or not. I loathed it. I opted for online shopping and staying in, but my sister loved going out.

"Oh that's nice. Mind if I tag along?" My mom and sister were very similar. The two of them could shop until the stores closed. My dad and I were different. We liked to stay in and piddle about the house.

"Sorry, mom," Kaitlin started, "but I think it's a sister day today." She reached under the table and quickly found my hand. Interlacing her fingers with mine, she gave my hand a squeeze. A reassuring squeeze? An urging squeeze?

I looked at my sister, my eyes wide with confusion. Kaitlin looked at me and slightly shook her head towards mom. I looked at mom then back at Kaitlin. She was trying to tell me something, but I had nothing.

"Honestly, Hailey did you already forget?" I was dumbstruck. Forget? Forget what? Had I actually planned to go shopping with Kaitlin and I blacked it out? Kaitlin, addressing our mother, said, "Hailey was telling me last night how she still needs to do some Christmas shopping. So I volunteered to go, but since it's for the two of you it might be hard to hide it if you come."

Now I get it, she wanted me to come up with a lie without making it look like a lie. "Oh, sorry. I must have a lot on my mind today. Sorry."

"Yeah. I suppose. I mean her computer did explode on her last night?"

While our dad was carrying two serving plates of food—one with the pancakes, one with bacon and sausage patties—asked, "What? Exploded?"

"She's exaggerating," I sighed, "but yeah it crashed on me and I haven't had time to determine the issue."

"I heard her yell last night. So I went over to see what her problem was. Then we started to talk. She mentioned having so much to do and not a lot of time to do it in. One of which, was buying Christmas presents. So I offered my expertise," she said this last with as much bravado as she could muster. Almost, as if I should give her a medal for her taking me anywhere.

Mom looked over at me, "What do you have that's so time-consuming?"

"Well, I have a paper that's due. Not to mention exams to study for. And now on top of it all, I need to figure out what's wrong with my computer. That'll take time plus the shipping and then the installation. All while still needing to use it for schoolwork." I was working myself up. Listing my problems, but seeing no solution. I needed to write my paper. I needed my computer to write my paper. My computer decided to up and crash on me. UGH!

That's when I felt it. A reassurance. My sister's hand had dropped my hand and was placed on my thigh. Stroking my thigh, her fingers were making lazy circles where they touched. It was comforting.

"See? She needs a day off. A day off from thinking. So I decided we should have a sister's day."

"Seems like a good idea to me, kiddo," my dad said to me.

"Yeah. I suppose. I still worry about everything else. Will I have time to finish it all?"

"Well, no good comes from worrying. I think a day to cool off and let your mind wander will do you some good. Besides, I need your head clear and focused on your sister. I can't afford to let her go hog wild in the mall with my credit card. Not if you plan to go to college at least." My dad chuckled and slid a credit card over to Kaitlin.

She snatched it and doing her best evil villain impersonation steepled her hands with the credit card between them and lecherously said, "My precious!"

My dad laughed heartily and said, "If I recall, someone was just complaining how hungry they were." My sister put on a faux innocent expression and put the credit card in one of her pants pockets and started piling up pancakes on her plate.

"Eat up, little sis. We have a long day ahead of us." She smiled, almost wickedly. Oh, God. What was in store for me today? No use backing out now. I was committed.

We had some small talk while we ate. As we were clearing the table, I started to rinse the dishes. When my dad nudged me out of the way and said, "You better get ready. Knowing your sister, you probably shouldn't keep her waiting too long."

I walked to the bathroom. I started the shower. Nice and hot. Getting the steam to start fogging up the mirror, I checked the temperature and adjusted it accordingly. I slipped out of my clothes and into the hot shower. I was enjoying the feel of the water cascading down my body, when a loud banging interrupted my reverie. "HURRY UP, SIS. WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!"

What was it about my sister and shopping? Of course we have all day. The mall closes at 10 PM during the holiday shopping season. It wasn't even 10 AM, yet. Did she really expect us to shop for twelve hours. Again, I wonder what I had gotten myself into. But I quickly finished my shower. Wrapping myself up in a towel and holding my pajamas, I trudged down the hall to my room. Laid out on my bed was an outfit. I looked at it. I looked at my closet. What the hell?

Peeking into my room, my sister tells me, "I picked out your outfit for today."

Turning towards her, "I don't even recall owning these clothes. Where did you find them?"

She walked into my room, closing the door behind her. "You don't own these. Or rather you didn't own these."

I was confused. So if I didn't own these were they hers? But then these would be too big for me. I looked at the clothes, almost as if they might lunge up off the bed and attack me.

"They're just clothes, silly. Just put the on."

I turned to Kaitlin, half expecting her to leave or avert her eyes. She did neither. She crossed her arms and arched her eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to leave?"

"Why? I saw it all last night."

She had a point. She had a ring side view of my body. So I turned to the bed and dropped my towel. Before I had a chance to reach the bed, her body was pressed to mine. She breathed in my freshly clean scent. Her hands wrapped around me, hugging me from behind. I let a stifled sigh. Her hands traveled up my body until both were cupping my breasts. I was shivering, both from her touch and the air hitting my damp skin.

"I had to tear myself away from you this morning. It took all my strength to leave your bed. I could stand like this all day until my legs gave out."

She slowly disentangled from me. On wobbly knees, I walked to the bed and sat down. I picked up the outfit one piece and examined it. It was a loose fitting white blouse with a low neckline. Below it was a purple mini a-line skirt. Next to the outfit was a pair of anklet socks with lacy trim on top. And to round up my attire, on the floor were a black pair of Doc Marten's Mary Janes. I looked around the bed and noticed a tiny flaw in Kaitlin's thinking. There was no underwear. I put the blouse down and headed to my dresser.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Turning around I stammered, "Um, my dresser."

"Everything you are to wear is on the bed."

"But there's no underwear."

"I know. Now hurry up." I was frozen in place. I could get away with no bra. I didn't like to, but my breasts as small and firm as they were probably wouldn't be noticed. No panties? That just seemed so impractical. In my indecision, I saw impatience in my sister's eyes.

I went back to my bed and put on my new skirt. I then slipped my blouse over my head. I sat down and put my socks and shoes on. When I stood up, my sister indicated to me she wanted me to turn around to which I did. I saw my reflection in the mirror. The neckline was lower than I had anticipated. It plunged to just below my sternum, but wasn't so loose that I would have an issue with a boob popping out. Not unless the neck was yanked. Squinting, I could swear I saw my nipples through my shirt, but wasn't sure. I walked closer to the mirror and sure enough, if you looked hard enough you could see my nipples! I couldn't go out like this! But then looking back at the neckline I realized a bra would be much worse. The bra would clearly be seen both the inside edges of the cups and the strap between them. Looking down at the rest, I noticed the skirt was shorter than I realized at first. It also flared out a bit. Sitting down, I would have to be very conscious to not flash anyone. But normal walking should be modest enough if not still a little daring.

I turned back around to face my sister. The look in her eyes was mesmerizing. She had a desire. A desire...for me. That thought shook me. I was desirable? To my sister no less! The insecurities I felt on my attire vanished. If this is how my sister wanted me, then this is how I wanted to be. I saw now that our attire wasn't unalike. The colors were different and hers had a few more accessories. She had on a red top, but it flowed over her curves and the neckline didn't seem to plunge us far. Or maybe it was an illusion since she had larger breasts. Her blouse was tucked in to a tight beige mini skirt that was definitely shorter than mine, but as tight as it was it didn't seem to have the same tendency to flash someone as she sat down. She had a gold chain belt around her waist and matching gold hoop earrings and red heels to finish off her look. She looked, in a word, amazing.

I looked back at my mirror and I saw, in myself, a beauty trying to emerge. I saw her walk behind me in the mirror. When she reached me, she bent down and fiddled with my left ankle. I looked down at her curiously. When she was done, with whatever she did, she looked at me and said, "I wanted to see the anklet I got you." I looked at my ankle and while I usually kept it hidden in my socks and pants I tended to wear, there it was out in the open.

I started to tuck my shirt into my skirt, like my sister's look. She pulled my hands away and said, "This blouse isn't supposed to be tucked. Now come on. Oh don't forget your purse."

My purse? I never carried a purse. All I needed were my keys, my phone and my wallet. All of which fit in my...that's when it hit me. I had no pockets to put my stuff in. So I looked around and on the bed, totally ignored was a small black purse with a little strap. I went to pick it up. I opened it and there in my new purse was my phone, my keys and my wallet. I looked up at my sister and she was smiling at me.

"Okay. We're all set. Ready to dip into your college tuition?" I looked at her in confusion. Her shoulders slumped a little and she rolled her eyes at me. "You remember. The little joke dad made about the credit card?" Oh. Right. "You would think as dazed as you have been so far with me back, that I'd be the smart one."

So we headed out of my room, but as we got out of the doorway her arm linked into mine. We exited right in front of mom. She looked at us in our outfits. Then as if out of a daze, she asked, "Where did you get that outfit, Hailey?"

"I bought it for her before I left Cali. I had planned for it to be a Christmas present. But since we are going shopping, I couldn't be seen in public with her in her old clothes. So I guess I have to get you a different present, little sis." She looked over at me and gave a little wink. Again, I fretted what had I gotten myself into.

"Well you look beautiful," mom directed towards me, "you both do." She leaned and gave us each a peck on the cheek. "So," addressing Kaitlin, "how long do you plan to be out?"

"Probably not home until after dinner." I had a deer in the headlights look. She expected to stay out how long? What the hell are we doing all day? She saw my look and giggled. "We might catch a movie and dinner out. We'll see how tired Hailey is."

"Okay. Well you girls have fun."

As we left, I could almost hear mom saying something to the effect of them, my parents, having the house to themselves. Kaitlin looked at me and laughed. I guess she heard it too.

We walked to my Mini Cooper, both of us heading to the driver's side. She held out her hand to me and I looked at her then her hand. Not sure where this was going I grasped her hand with my free hand. She got an exasperated look on her face. "No. Your keys." My keys? No one drives my car. Not even my dad. This is my pride and joy.

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On Kaitlin's 16th birthday, our parents got her a VW Bug. It was last year's model, but had low mileage. She had really wanted a convertible, but had been persuaded that since it was a year round car and we lived in Spokane, where the winters could get bad, that a convertible was probably not the best option. She did get to pick the color.

When it was my turn to get a car, I had long since planned a new car was not my option. No, I liked the old cars. When I was younger, my dad had gotten a toy. He had gotten a steel body replica of a Ford Model T. Whenever he was out in his garage (we had a shed he converted to do maintenance and eventually work on cars), I was out there with him helping. His nickname at that time, I've had many over the years, was Grease Monkey. I would just hand him the tools, but eventually I would get curious about a new part he got or what he was doing. So little by little I would learn about cars.

When we finally got it finished, he offered the first ride to my mom. She flatly refused. I don't think she really liked the idea of a hot rod, but it made my dad happy and so she didn't say anything. I also can't recall her ever getting in it. So when he turned to me and asked if I wanted to go, you could have seen the smoke trail following me, much like the Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons.

We made it a habit to coast around on nice days. We'd even stop off at an ice cream shop and get ice cream cones. Annually, we would enter in local car shows. One year, though, during the summer before my 15th birthday, I saw the car I just had to have. A 1967 Mini Cooper. An older gentleman I had never seen owned it. I was practically drooling over it. It wasn't all that appealing, I guess. I mean I'd seen hot rods, like my dad's, and muscle cars, but this one was distinctively different. And it hadn't been "Americanized", by which I mean the driver's side was on the opposite side.

"Would you fancy to sit in the car," a British voice asked. I whirled around. My eyes were threatening to pop out of my head.

"R-really? You'd let me?"

"I reckon why not," he said with a brilliant smile. I looked over at my dad who just nodded his assent. I slipped my shoes off, I'd been to enough shows to know not to sit in one's show car with dirty shoes on, and slid into the driver's seat. He closed the door for me as I basked in glee. He indicated to me to roll the window down. Once it was, he told me to go ahead and adjust it as needed. He turned away from me and started talking with my dad. I didn't pay any attention as I was off in my own little world. One in which this was my car.

On my 15th birthday, my present came in the form of a 1967 Mini Cooper. Not the one I'd seen, but a fixer-upper. For the next year, my dad and I worked on this car. I knew the ins and outs of my car. And I absolutely love it.

Perhaps, you are wondering what then did I get for my 16th birthday? My parents, a month or so from my birthday, were wondering what they could get me and finally just asked. I thought it over. My old computer, which was already old when I got it, was in need of replacement. So I asked, if it wasn't too much, if I could get the parts to build one. They discussed it and, as they said, my car was more modestly priced than Kaitlin's had been they could get me my parts. So I made an account with newegg, researched all the parts and put the parts in a wish list that was forwarded to both parents. That same computer that sat in my room that stopped working.

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She wanted the keys to my car? My pride and joy? I couldn't fathom it. "Why? I know where the mall is."

"We're not going to the mall, at least not first. I made an appointment for you while you were in the shower. We are already late. So if you can just hand me your keys we can get going." Did I mention my sister can be impatient?

I tentatively handed my keys to my sister. It seemed like I had just given her the one thing I cherished and was never going to see it again. I walked to the passenger side of the car, a side I have never sat in in this car.

Once I got settled and belted in, Kaitlin laid her hand on my bare thigh. "Cheer up. This will be a fun day. Trust me." She smiled warmly at me. She started the car and headed off to who knows where. Her hand never leaving my thigh, except to change gears. We pulled into a parking lot of a beauty salon. What's going on? But before I could ask, Kaitlin was out and rushing to the door. So I got out and, making sure both doors were locked, followed my sister.