🔞 Illicit Sister Kisser

She sits at her desk, white light glaring from the monitor. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter; the clanking of metal keys. Every so often, though, the sound shifts; patter-pitter, and then silence. That's how you know big sis came in. Who knew writing would be so difficult with a hand between your legs? "Go on, keep writing. You're awfully good at it, lil sis." She tries to write. She really, *really* tries. She almost spells a word -- a simple one, four letters maybe -- before big sis bites down on her neck. A moan and a squeal. She bites down again, a different spot, and those little hand movements under her skirt get quicker. Lil sis accidentally slams her keyboard. A door soon creaks. Lil sis readjusts her skirt, and big sis covers the bite marks with lil sis' hair. "Whatever was that?" asks mom. "The two of you okay? I heard a scream." "Oh, its perfectly fine, lil sis just saw a spider. You know how she is." "But I thought she liked spiders," mom retorts. Lil sis speaks up. Her voice fluctuating; like cracked glass, one tap and it shatters. "Not when they're on my desk, mom!!!" Mom and the sisters banter back and forth for a short while. You know how parents are. A genuine, real desire to connect, and still there is this wall. Attempting to scale it is like riding a barrel up a waterfall. The door closes, silence is shared between the two sisters. The monitor houses a disjointed array of letters. Lil sis closes the document, and big sis grabs the covers.