Chapter #6Naked Hearts by: 3Klee   It was dark inside the shoe and Grace still had to get her eyes used to the darkness, however she managed to spot the silhouette of her sister at the bottom (or rather the point) of it. Claire was curled up in a corner, hugging tightly her legs and keeping the head on her knees, yet she heard her little sister getting closer. "Go away, Grace!" she told her in a faint voice without raising her head. Grace pretended not to having listen her and just said "Hey, sis!", "Don't "hey sis" me!" replied Claire still without moving.
The younger girl bitted her lower lip and exclaimed "Look, I'm sorry! It's just... I'm a moron... ok?", "Tell me something I don't know..." said the still motionless Claire. Grace smiled "Uhm... tomatoes are actually fruits, not vegetables. Cuz they got seeds". Silence. Her attempt at humoring up the things obviously hadn't worked, "Can we just get out of here? The smell's terrible!" she asked. "It's your shoe, jackass!" was Claire's answer.
"Fair" commented Grace, "So, mind if I sit?" no answer. "I'll take it as a yes. Free country and everything, right?" still hush. "Ya going to pout at me? C'mon Clairie..." even using a pet name didn't broke her sister's silence, which shook Grace a little. "I was just messing around a bit! I won't actually dissing you!" her voice trembled "Please talk to me! Say anything"
"Bitch" coldly replied Claire finally raising her head. Grace was shocked, her sister calling her that hurted her more than she would have imagined. There was another silence then Claire exploded: "You are just mean! Why are you always so mean? I'm the big sister! I should be the one picking on you... but it's the exact contrary! I'm nothing but nice to you and yet you're always such a bitch to me! You call me names, make fun of my miseries, humiliate me, b-bo... bodyshame me... what have I done to you? Why you dislike me that much?" Claire's eyes were still red with tears.
Grace would have usually replied something snarky and ironic, but seeing her sister like that... she just couldn't: "I... I do like you, big sis" she said shyly looking her eyes "It's just... I mean... look at you!"
Claire snorted "Yeah, I know... I'm an ugly, bony, pale skinned, flat-chested, freckled-"
"Ya fucking kidding me?" exclaimed Grace wide eyed "Do tou really think that of yourself?
Ever seen 'Game of Thrones'? You're a total Sansa lookalike!"
"Who? Never seen a single episode, it's too violent and... there's too much, uh, n-nudity..." just as she was saying that, Grace came close to her older sister, sitting at her side, staring tenderly into her eyes, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her thigh; both of them were still completely unclothed, yet, strangely enought, it doesn't bother Claire at all, they were sharing something at that moment, something eternal. "You're the most beautiful girl I know!" confessed Grace.
Claire's eyes were still a little red but she was now smiling "You really think so?" she asked with a hint of tears. "Of course, you dummy! How can you think not to be?" answered her younger sister placing her head on her right shoulder, "I envied you for all my life" confessed Grace a bit saddened " You were the perfect golden child while i was the black sheep. You were so better than me in everything and i wanted to loathe you but i simply couldn't, cuz you were the best sister ever... so i began to mess with you and..."
"Envious of me? You're the brave one, the outgoing one, the one who always know how to get out of difficult situations... the one who can talk to boys without seeming a retard..."
Grace smiled "And you're the one with good grades, the better dancer, the one with sports trophies, the one who's most likely to go to college... face it, sis: compared to you I'll be always nothing but a punk"
Claire gave her a quick kiss on the forehead "Why didn't you ever told me how you felt?"
"Pride, shame... combination of both. Doesn't matter anymore, now" replied Grace kissing back her cheek "Why didn't you ever told me about your body issues? I feel like shit for all the things I said you during those years... if I had known...", Claire hugged her "It doesn't matter anymore..." she said.
The sisters spent some more minutes lying in the nude on the surreal pavement of the giant shoe, talking like they haven't do in years, baring their insecurities, hope and dreams to each others, they also speak about trivial stuff like their hobbies, favorite music, movies, school, guys, place they like and shared memories on their childhood. They felt like being REAL sisters for the first time...
"No. Way. Mom cursed!?"
"I swear, Claire! And more than once!" laughed Grace, they had shifted position and were now lying on their sides, facing each others. "How can I have missed it!" said Claire laughing in return. "It's not too late... I've got a feeling our nude shrinky adventure is far from over" replied the blond girl while standing up "And I didn't want to point that out but... you're no longer covering your goodies!"
Claire blushed a little and stand up as well, they shared another hug. She had to admit being naked doesn't disturbed her right now. At least not that much.
"Let's do it again sometimes, after we're out of this" said Claire "Having ah heart chat, I mean"
"Of curse, we should make it an habit" smiled Grace. "Uhm... and, Claire..."
"What?"
"I love you"
"I love you too"
Then, they both walked out of the shoe where Sue was waiting for them. She was overjoyed to see her girls were holding hands and laughing to each other: Claire was actually the daughter of a friend of her who got pregnant when they were at high school, she took care of her since birth due to her request but never hid the truth to no one, including the kids. Sometimes if it was for the better, when she saw Claire and Grace she can't help but ask if it was due to knowing they were not really sisters.
Now she know she was wrong, they were sisters. They were a family, no matter what.
She hugged them overjoyed and all three of them began to cry and laugh at the same time.
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Carl kept watch from a distance as the three reunite and make 'a sandwich' with their gorgeous bodies, meanwhile the warm air slide over his own naked skin, stimulating his boner further. He doesn't want to masturbate in the open but the sight was too exciting... the trio was too strikingly beautiful... too perfect and they were also turning around now he could see their faces, and if he concentrate his sight...
"Oh my fucking God!" his mind popped at the realization "They're mom, Claire and Gracie!"Carl was shocked and ashamed beyond imagination: he had gotten an hard-on, fantasized and was seriously thinking about masturbating over his naked mom and sisters! He even gave sexy nicknames to them!
"Goddammit! "Hot Ginger"? "Golden Pixie"? "Feral Red"? Seriously what kind of pervert am I? At least no one will ever found out about it..."
Then he noticed that his boner was still there, maybe even bigger than before. Despite his thoughts and the shocking revelation he couldn't keep his eyes from staring at the three girls, their sexy bodies, their feminine laughs... the teenager reached down, attempting to pacify himself, this only stimulating him further… his cock was now uncontrollably hard.
He could now see everything of them, from their defined legs, to their shiny sweaty boobs... even their pussies were all on full display: mom's got a full patch of red hairs, Claire's "carpet" was slightly lighter than her drape" and Grace was still relatively hairless... but their all so hypnotic...
"No! No! No! What am I thinking? Oh shit. This isn't supposed to happen. I need to stop thinking about them that way! They're not hot! They're my old lady mom, little Gracie and boring Claire!"
Only they were not.
Susan seemed like a wild vixen with her messy red mane and muscular physique.
Grace had matured into quite an early blossom with a sexy little lady's figure.
Claire was a masterpiece of nature with not a single visible flaw on her amazing body.
And to top it all they were all hugging, touching one another, sweating, laughing sensually... with their skins freed from any kind of cloth confines... Carl's virgin eyes were irredeemably kidnapped by this heavenly flash of nudity. It was perfection.
Before he could realize it he started stroking his rock-hard cock still gazing at the trio... his libido quickly pushed over the edge… and he began to squirt his cum in thick gushes, then he closed his eyes in an intense orgasmic pleasure...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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