The Other Munroe Sister
Chapter 1
Selena Russo was traveling under a false name. She had done it on several occasions before, when she wasn't in the mood to be recognized by her fans. Not that she wasn't grateful to them, for she really was. Sometimes she just needed some alone time. She had once asked one of her most trusted makeup artists for tips to disguise her features, and she had learned a lot. So now, boarding a plane, no one knew she was the great Selena Russo, 22 year-old Disney Queen. Presently, she was just Ashley Cruz, owner of a small travel agency that had exactly zero customers. An identity came in handy on occasions like this, when she needed to stay under the radar.
It was also useful when she decided to indulge on the Sapphic pleasures she sometimes craved and where denied to her because of her status as role model to millions of little kids and teens worldwide. That, and the fact that her contract gave possession of her soul to the Mouse.
On those rare occasions, she used all the skills she had learned to disguise her features as much as she could, and then she would go out and meet a girl with whom to spend the weekend, showering her in gifts by day and ravishing her by night. It was a little bit risky, but the rewards have always been worth it.
She found her seat, and put her small bag on the overhead compartment, alongside with her leather jacket. Currently she was traveling to Dallas, to visit her family, and then spend the weekend with one of her closest friends, Dallas Munroe. As she made herself comfortable on her seat, she couldn't help but reminisce on how she had become such a close friend with the older girl, while they had both been on the set of a Disney movie. Somehow they had connected, even when her personalities where so different.
Dallas always managed to make her laugh, even through the worst possible situations. She had always been there for Selena, but she somehow had kept a small barrier between them; in all the years they've known each other, Dallas never wanted her to sleep at her house. Therefore, it came as a surprise when the older girl asked her to spend the weekend at the De la Garza family ranch. It had been a little out of left field, but then again, Selena did needed some time to relax, so she had immediately said yes.
While she watched all the other passengers take their seats on what appeared to be not a very full flight, she admitted to herself there was another reason why she had accepted the offer; of her three best friends, Miley Stewart, Taylor Swift and Dallas Munroe, Dal was the only one she had never been with. In a biblical kind of way. Dal had always rejected her advances, albeit in an extremely good-humored way, always claiming she was straight. Selena had argued that those had been exactly Miley and Taylor's words before she had converted them to the joys of muffin eating; Dal had laughed even harder and ruffled her hair.
Dal's constant rejections only served to increase Selena's desire. She had to have her. Worst thing was, Dal seemed to enjoy the effect she had on her; always wearing the skimpiest clothes, always showing a little too much skin, always lingering her touch a little too much. She was going to make use of every opportunity to convince her friend of the benefits of a little Russo in her life.
This didn't meant she wasn't going to try and score some strange if she had a chance. For example, with the young woman who was asking her to move so she could get into her seat. While Selena complied, she took the opportunity to check her ass out. Even if said ass was clad in some cheap-looking pants, it was a very nice one indeed.
The girl took her seat, and Selena risked another look at her. She was wearing generic cargo pants, a white t-shirt, and a jean jacket. Her hair was shoulder-length, and she sported a bang. Selena couldn't help but feel she knew her, but she shook the feeling for its impossibility.
She knew immediately that she wanted to get to know this girl, but judging by her demeanor she seemed to be the kind of girl who required more work than usual, and she wasn't really in the mood to work hard. As the captain turned on the "fasten your seatbelts" lights, Selena decided she would let her walk away alive just this time. She chuckled slightly; the poor thing would never knew just how close she had been to becoming prey to a sexual predator like herself.
Just before takeoff, Cargo Pants crossed herself, lowered her eyes, and started mumbling something that could only be a little prayer. The action reminded Selena of simpler times, when she was a little girl. She still went to church, but not as regularly as she used to. She still believed, only not as fervently as before.
When the plane had leveled, Cargo Pants took out an iPod and donned the earphones. Selena dismissed her, while trying to concentrate on a crappy magazine she had bought in a newsstand. She was bored in a few minutes, and decided to try to catch up on her sleep. She was so tired from filming and touring that she was in dreamland almost instantly.
She opened her eyes, wondering how long had she been out. A quick check on her watch revealed she only had around half an hour until landing time. She picked up her magazine again, and tried to concentrate on the articles. It was useless; she had no clue why she had picked up such an inane magazine in the first place. Nothing but dumb gossip, and she didn't need to torture herself with it. After careful consideration, she decided that what she really needed was some human interaction.
"Hey, Cargo Pants, what are you listening to?" She asked the girl on the seat alongside hers. After waiting a few seconds for an answer that never came, she waved a hand in front of her eyes. Cargo Pants looked at her again, and after removing one of her earphones, Selena repeated her question.
Cargo Pants' only answer was to take out a white handkerchief, clean the earphone, and offer it to Selena. When she donned it, her brain instantly received an onslaught of two female voices. Being a singer herself, she immediately identified them as sopranos, but since she wasn't really into classical music, she couldn't identify the name of the piece. She turned towards her row mate to ask her, but she saw the girl seemed completely mesmerized with the music. Selena closed her eyes, and enjoyed the singing. It was in French, she thought.
As the piece ended, she again turned to her row mate and asked. "It was beautiful, what's its name?"
Cargo Pants stared at her own lap for a while, seemingly lost in thought, and after a few seconds, she pressed pause, and answered. "It's popularly called 'The flower duet', from an opera by Leo Delibes called 'Lakme'. Its real name is actually longer. Did u enjoyed it?"
"Actually, I did. I'm not that big a fan of classical music, but well, this piece was so wonderful; point of fact, it helped me relax a bit." Selena answered, while catching a glimpse of the small crucifix the other girl had around her neck.
"Are you afraid of flying?" Cargo Pants asked.
Selena had to laugh at that. If she only knew the enormous amount of flights, she had been on all through her life. "No, not really. I was just feeling a little antsy for a while. I'm taking a small holiday for the first time in ages, and it takes me a little to switch from work mode to relax mode."
"Oh. Well, I'm glad I could help you." She hit the play button again. "This piece always helps me relax too; it's called 'Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini', by Rachmaninoff. It's a bit long, so if you get bored, just tell me, OK?"
They remained silent for nearly 10 minutes, and Selena found herself enjoying the music more than she had previously thought possible. She would have to remind herself to buy some classical compilations when she got home. Cargo Pants was right, this music seemed to soothe her like nothing else had done before, and it would be a welcome inclusion to her collection.
Speaking of collections, she stole another look at the shorthaired girl and deemed it would make a fine addition to the assortment of women who had shared her bed. If only Selena wasn't feeling so lazy today. And if only she wasn't on a quest to screw Dallas' brains out. Oh well, you can't have them all.
"I'm not big on the classical masters, but apparently you are, so, would you mind terribly recommending a few compilations I can buy? Whatever you think would be nice for a neophyte like me." Selena asked.
Cargo Pants seemed to consider it for a while, and then smiled a wide, toothy smile towards her. "Why, of course, I'd be delighted. It's always nice to be able to help people." She started working on her iPod like crazy; her fingers moving so fast Selena could hardly follow. After a few minutes, she handed her the device. "Here, just type in your email, and hit send. I chose some very popular ones, so you won't have any trouble finding them."
As Selena took the device, she couldn't help but wonder. Was the girl being devious, and had found a way to get her email without even asking? Or was she totally oblivious to the fact that Selena wanted her? Well, she had to admit she hadn't been sending many signals, but still, Cargo Pants had to be totally dumb or totally straight not to notice. She sent herself the email, and stole a glance at her row mate's one, to get her name without the need to ask. No luck there, it wasn't a very informative one. However, she had to admit it was a cute one.
She passed back the device to its owner. "Are you originally from Dallas? If you are, maybe we saw each other around; you seem to be the same age as me, and I don't know how, but there seems to be something familiar about you. I can't quite put my finger to it." Selena asked, even when she knew the chances of them meeting were astronomical at best.
"No, I seriously doubt it." Cargo Pants answered immediately, and with such conviction, that it startled Selena. How could she be so sure? Well, if she was going to be like that, Selena got out of her seat, and went to the restroom without another word. She was actually angry, what right did that little bitch in such crappy clothes had to be snappy with her? The great Selena Russo didn't take that shit from no one. There were a million Cargo Pants out there more than willing to do anything for a little time with her. So the skinny bitch could go fuck herself.
The short trip to the lavatory served to calm her, but as she took her seat, she felt a little ashamed with herself, so she refrained from making any more conversation with the shorthaired girl sitting by her side. Strangely, she regretted it. Cargo Pants seemed like someone she would like to be friends. She couldn't understand why she had reacted so harshly, but she was not about to apologize. Girls came and went, and besides, she had to concentrate on dear old Dal. With that, she gave the weird girl one last look, and slowly forgot about her while thinking of the things she would do to her friend once she got into her bed.
Two days later
Selena was glad Dal had finally been able to leave work behind to come pick her up, for she was really looking forward to some R&R at the older girl's family ranch. They were driving northbound on Dallas' beat up old VW. Selena could never understand the love her friend had for the rust bucket, but she was too happy to care.
"We're gonna have so much fun, girlfriend! It feels like forever since we've been able to spend time together!" Dallas seemed her usual cheerful self. "Mind you, we'll have to keep it PG most of the time, as Madison's gonna be there too. So please, I implore you, Selena Marie Russo, stop trying to seduce me. It's not gonna work, and, if you remember last time you stayed with us, it can lead to very awkward situations."
Selena had to laugh at that. "Oh, Dal, don't be such a spoil sport. Where would the fun be if I don't hit on you?" While she said that, she undid one more button of her blouse, giving Dallas a wide view of her generous cleavage. She had chosen a to wear a read polo and jean shorts, the better to let her friend know what was available to her if she only asked. "You know you could end it, I would stop chasing you if you just allow yourself to be with me. I promise you will love it. I'd be so gentle with you, a perfect first time." Selena said in a deep, sultry, voice.
"Oh Selly, you're so hilarious!" Dallas laughed in joy, much to Selena's annoyance. "You know I do love you, but as a friend. I'm sorry kiddo, but I really don't swing that way."
"How can you tell? You should take my generous offer, Dallas." Selena said a little indignantly. "As both Miley and Taylor can attest, I'm probably the greatest lay in all of LA and Texas. And they were extremely reluctant at first to try the Sapphic delights I presented, but with a little perseverance, I managed to convert them, and know they are both my bitches. So take that, Miss Munroe."
"Oh I'm very sure you can be very convincing, Miss Russo. And I'm sure u can do wonders with that mouth and tongue of yours." Dallas said huskily, while tracing her fingers down her own cleavage. "I'm sure you'd know just how to touch me, how to slowly part my lips, and then find my love button with your wonderful, moist tongue. I'm sure you know how to use those nice fingers of yours to bring me to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. I'm so sure you would be the greatest lesbian lover I could ever have… Sadly for you, honey, I'm not interested!" Dallas finished with a big laugh and a huge grin in her face.
"You bitch!" Selena was outraged! "You're so mean, Dallas! I actually thought you were about to fall into my clutches. But don't worry; I have the entire weekend to get you into my bed. "She finished with a dark, evil grin towards her older friend.
Dallas seemed to be deep in thought. When she finally spoke, her tone of voice was more serious, the grin on her face replaced by a somewhat anxious frown. "Selly, my other sister, Demi, is there too. I know I haven't told you much about her, and that you have never met her. There is a reason for it. But, Selly, I never ask anything from you. I'm asking now. Please, Selly, if our friendship means anything to you, please don't hit on me in front of her. It would be extremely uncomfortable for her. Please, Selly." Dallas seemed very concerned.
Selena was perplexed. She had always known Dallas had another sister, but she had never actually met her. She wondered why, and if that had to do with Dal's usual reluctance to invite her to her family's house. But most of all, she wondered why was her friend so apprehensive about her flirting. True, Selena knew she could be a bit over the top on occasions, but that had never bothered her friend before, not even when Madison was around. She always seemed to take it in good nature. She had never really complained about it. Truth be told, Dallas was a bit of a pushover; she consistently did Selena's bidding, except when it came to sleeping with her. She was about to make a joke of it all, but one look at her older friend's face was enough to convince her otherwise; she seemed so preoccupied that Selena didn't had the heart to torture her.
"Is everything OK, Dallas?" She asked, concern for her friend lacing her voice. "Of course I won't do anything you don't want, that's a given. But please, tell me if something is wrong, or why shouldn't I behave like that in front of your sister. A sister I know absolutely nothing about, really. Not even her name. I haven't even seen a picture of her. What's the deal with that, you know you can trust me, don't you?"
"Her name is Demetria, but everyone calls her Demi. And I think it would be better if you see her for yourself." Was Dallas only answer. This did nothing to alleviate Selena's fears. Maybe said sister was a deformed monster. Or worse, a psychopath intent on murder. She told herself that couldn't be the case, for murdering psychopaths usually didn't get invited into normal families' get togethers. And while Dal might be a little insane, the rest of the family she actually knew were really pretty normal people.
They drove the rest of the way in silence, Selena mesmerized by Dallas' legs. It was such a shame she had to behave. She really had hoped this time her friend finally surrendered to her. A promise was a promise, and she would keep her word. But no one had said anything about private flirting. She was sure they were sharing a room, and God help Dallas by nightfall. A small, creepy smile crossed her face. If Dal only knew about Cargo Pants, she would seriously wish Selena had drained her energy on her.
Reminding herself about that girl was enough to get Selena hornier. She couldn't understand why, but Cargo Pants had really gotten to her. Maybe it was her gap-toothed smile. Maybe it was her bang, for nobody wore bangs anymore. Or maybe it was the air of contentment that seemed to emanate from her. She had no idea why, but she really wanted to see her again, a second chance, and this time, she would not let her escape.
Her grin lasted there until they arrived at the ranch, where her friend cheekily informed Selena that she would be the one sharing one of the double rooms with her sister. Selena was fuming as she unpacked. The room was big, and being the well-bred girl she was, she avoided the temptation to snoop on the other girl's closet. However, she did saw a medium sized crucifix above the bed Demi was occupying. She walked over to examine it, and, even though she wasn't an expert, she could tell it was actually a very nice work of art. Probably Italian, even.
After she finished, she went into the family room, where Dallas let her know that her sister was running an errand in the town nearby, and would be back presently. When the older girl asked her if she wanted a beer, Selena couldn't say no.
They had been talking for a few minutes when they heard the front door open. Dallas excused herself, and walked out to meet her sister and mother. Selena got up, and started pacing the room, trying hard not to think on ways to sneak into Dallas' room that night. She turned around when she heard someone entering the room.
"Selena, this is my sister, Demi." Dallas said with a big goofy expression. Selena slowly gazed at the person by her side, and was greatly surprised.
"Cargo Pants? Is that really you?" Selena asked, her voice denoting her amazement. She studied the face; yeah, it was Cargo Pants. The wide, toothy grin was unmistakable. However, there was something off about her, something about her clothes. She was dressed completely in black. The skirt was ankle length. The blouse fully covered her torso and arms. She had a somewhat large crucifix around her neck and… Holy shit she was a fucking nun!