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She shouldn’t have looked in the first place. It was stupid of her to do and she knew it. A gross and unforgivable invasion of privacy that has left her in a nearly impossible situation for her to navigate. It was a moment of weakness. Curiosity has truly killed the cat here. She didn’t know that her older sister had a girlfriend, and this seemed like the sort of thing that she would know. No one would tell her of course. No one really went out of the way to tell her anything ever. She just tended to pick things up through a sort of eavesdropping osmosis situation most of the time. For a while she found this a bit unbearable, but at this point she had become entirely used to it.
She couldn’t help herself when she saw the heart laden text message appear on her older sister’s phone. Her sister had left it behind when she went out for a run. She thought it was too clunky, and used a small personal music player to keep herself entertained while she was out. Her older sister was out grabbing groceries for the house. Their mom was at work. It was just her there alone with her older sister’s phone. The youngest must have forgotten that the oldest doesn’t take her phone with her on runs. She must have forgotten that it would be sitting there with her middle sister.
The middle sister knew what her older sister’s phone pass code was. It was just another one of those things that she picked up in her eternal snooping campaign. It was the only way she was ever going to learn what was going on around her. What was going on in the lives of the people she loves. These were the justifications scrolling through her older sister’s phone. The contact information just read “Darling Angel” surrounded by hearts on either side. It didn’t immediately reveal who the darling angel was. Starting with the most recent texts first didn’t reveal much either. The messages seemed familiar in a way that she couldn’t really place. It was certainly someone she had seen before. Her mind rushed at first to what felt like the most logical conclusion. She was convinced that her older sister was with one of her friends from school. It made her a little sick. Had she slept with one of her friends? The text messages surely wouldn’t feel like such a familiar style if it was one of her other sister’s friends.
After the initial shock and disgust, there was a second more pressing emotion. She wasn’t quite ready at the time to admit what exactly that emotion might be. She just knew it was one she should not be having. She paused scrolling to check the actual phone number attached to the contact. This was fruitless. She was never good with numbers and she hadn’t even memorized the numbers of her family members at this point. She had been scolded for this on occasion. Which was fair enough. It’s good to know. The next logical step, she thought, would be to text the number from her phone, or to see if it showed up in her contacts. However, she was not feeling particularly logical at the moment. She wanted to read more of this. The text messages from the night before were progressively more erotic. Starting from the moment the two of them climaxed, and slowly working backwards. The guilt of what she was doing briefly intermingled with the other feeling she refused to identify, and became too overwhelming for her to function. She turned the phone face down and pressed it against the surface of the couch she was sitting on.
Only five minutes passed, but to her it felt like hours. She was able to calm down a little, and flipped the phone back over. The same conversation was still open. There hadn’t been any new texts from the mysterious lover. She was once again staring at the erotic exchange that the two parties had the night before. She scrolled a little bit further up. Finding her way to the foreplay part of the evening. It wasn’t long before she stumbled into the instigating text message of the exchange. A singular nude photo that had been sent to her older sister. It was difficult for her to understand at first. She knew what she was seeing. There’s no mistaking that face. It’s one she’s seen almost everyday of her life for as long as she can remember. If she had entered the phone number into her phone it would have directed her to the contact for her younger sister. It suddenly locked into place why the texting style had seemed so so familiar.
It’s been a few days now since she made the discovery. She hasn’t mentioned it to anyone yet, but that’s been the only thing on her mind since. This isn’t a thing that’s supposed to happen. She knows that. She should tell their mom. It makes her feel sick to imagine how to navigate that conversation. It would be difficult for her to suppress the memory of getting hard while looking at that image of her younger sister. It’s not really in her control, but it doesn’t matter. To her, she is just as complicit now as the other two are. There’s a tinge of irritation to this feeling. Revisiting the feeling that she wouldn’t let herself explore the other day. Poisonous jealousy. If she has to be culpable in this whole thing then how is it fair that she isn’t even getting to participate. These thoughts make her feel even more sick, and even more stuck. How could she look her mother in the eyes and rat out her sisters when she would do the same thing given the chance.
She struggles to piece through what her options are. It’s easiest for her to sit back and be a nosy wallflower. She can continue to keep tabs on the situation, and then maybe a solution will reveal itself in due time. She waits until late at night, around 12:30 in the morning. She quietly made herself a cup of coffee a few hours before to ensure that she would be able to stay awake. She hears an alarm go off in her youngest sister’s room. That must be how she avoids having to use caffeine for this. The alarm gets shut off almost as quickly as it got started, and within a few seconds she can hear footsteps moving down the hall. Then she hears a door open and close. She waits a few more minutes before quietly exiting her own room. She rushes to press her ear against the door of her older sister’s room. Too blinded by her own eagerness. Not quite aware enough of her surroundings.
A looming figure in the dark quickly grapples her and covers her mouth to keep her from crying out in panic, “Shhhh shhh shhh. The last thing you want to do is wake mom up and have to explain why you had your ear pressed against my door. If I move my hand, are you going to be quiet?”
She nods her head.
“Good. Now Ella, would you like to tell me what exactly you’re up to?”
“I was just…” Ella’s older sister places her hands against the wall on either side of her, and keeps her pinned in place. Ella lets out a soft gasp.
Her older sister mocks, “You were just? What? Spit it out?”
“I just heard someone come into your room and I was nosy and wanted to know who it was. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. I just wanted to stay informed.”
“Oh, are you sure you didn’t know?”
“How would I know, if you never told me?”
“Let me explain it to you, since you’re having some trouble remembering. See the other day I got a real earful from my dear girlfriend, because I hadn’t responded to a loving text message she had sent me,” Ella’s stomach churns listening to this, “I was pretty dumbfounded right? Because I had never received the notification. Imagine my shock when my girlfriend sent me a screenshot of the read receipt saying that I had opened the text in the middle of my run. My run where I never bring my phone with me.”
Ella whines as her older sister presses closer into her, “I’m really sorry I…”
“What did you think that you were going to do once you finished listening to us, dumbass? Were you going to run back to your room and jerk yourself off?” Her older sister laughs quietly, “You know the two of us thought you were a little too good for it. Always so focused on being perfect. You’ve got some kind of weird complex. She always wanted to invite you, but I always told her no. I didn’t realize you were some sick voyeur bitch.”
“I’m not,” Ella squeaks out.
“Come on. Seriously? Look at where you are, pretty girl,” Her older sister’s breath is rapid and shallow, “Look. I’ll make it simple. Since you wanted to perv on us, we’re going to turn the tables. You’re going to come in here and put on a show for both of us. We’re going to jerk each other off to whatever stupid bullshit we make you do. Or you can yell for mom, and ruin this for all of us. Do you really want to split us all up like that?”
“No I… I really don’t. I’ll do whatever you want,” Ella is on the verge of tears.
Her older sister backs away and quietly opens the door, and not so gently shoves Ella into the room in front of her. The room is dark, and it is difficult for her to see. She immediately recognizes the shadowy silhouette of her younger sister, and recognizes her bright high pitched voice.
“Oh yay! Did you really get her on board? I didn’t think…”
“Yeah she’s in. Took a little convincing, but she’s in,” her older sister rests a hand on her shoulder, “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes. I want to do whatever you tell me to,” Ella replies sheepishly.
“So cool… I’m a little scared to ask how you pulled this off Angela,”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve secured your anniversary present, and that’s all that really matters. Let’s do this before mom wakes up okay?”
“Strip Ella, let’s not waste our time here,” her younger sister orders. Her voice is more firm than usual.
“Wait, shouldn’t we talk more about this first. Can’t I know what I’m getting into?”
“We didn’t get to know that you were gonna use jerk off material, why should you get to be more informed than us?” Angela bites back, “Strip now or I’ll do it for you, and it’ll be a lot more humiliating if I have to do it.”
Ella tries to make some sense of what’s happening to her while she slowly pulls her pajama pants off. The sudden realization that her stomach has been twisting in on itself and racking her whole body with nausea and dull pain. Why does she want this so badly? Why isn’t she fighting against this at all? Her forehead is drenched with sweat as she thinks about their mom being right across the hall. She’s standing there in a bralette and panties now. Her stomach manages to hurt even worse than it was a few seconds ago. She can’t make herself look at her sisters. This does make the whole process a little bit easier. She manages to strip down the rest of her underwear. The air in the room is rather cold against her bare skin, and she shivers a little.
“Geez, I didn’t know she was so pretty,” her younger sister’s smile is audible in her voice, “I’m getting a little jealous.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of affection for the both of you,” Ella looks up just long enough to see Angela’s head turn to look at her, “You hear that right? Once you come out of the other side of this ordeal you’re in on this now. We’re all going to be girlfriends. That’s what we always wanted, and I hope you know that.”
Ella tears up, and her knees buckle underneath her. She would have fallen if her sisters hadn’t darted up from their seats at the end of the bed. They stand on either side of her to keep her upright. Ella breaks out into full quiet sobs. Doing the best she can to avoid drawing any attention to the room they’re all in.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I know I said I would…” Ella chokes out through her tears.
Her two sisters independently begin stroking her hair, and Angela coos into her ear, “Shhh. I wasn’t really going to make you do anything. I was just trying to scare you a little. Consider it your initiation. Had to know that you really wanted to be a part of this.”
Her younger sister begins to tear up a little too, “Thank god you’re finally here too. It made me sick that you weren’t mine. I was worried some other girl would take you from us.”
The three of them collapse into the bed. Her sister's warm bodies heating up her own bare skin. Three nervous stomachs churn in tune with each other.