Chapter Seven: Healing Old Wounds.


The wounds which were the very worst were not those who were freshly cut into the skin. Rather those were the wounds which had a very long time to fester. Sara thought this particular dynamic summed up her family. She arrived at the driveway, parking her motorcycle on the edge of the driveway, and exiting it.

She turned her attention towards Laurel who had been waiting for her. The two sisters exchanged a nice smile with each other before they walked over next to each other. There had been a lot of things unsaid between the two of them. They worked out a lot of their tension, although there was still which lingered in the air.

"Mom and Dad being in the same room is….surreal," Laurel said. "After what happened…"

"What the hell happened?" Sara asked.

"Well, they're getting along now, and that's the main thing," Laurel said.

"Laurel, I'm being serious, what happened," Sara said. "Because, I'm beginning to think me leaving broke the family…"

Laurel lifted her hand and stopped Sara halfway, to make sure she didn't say anything.

"No," Laurel said. "There were problems….before then, I think, but they just…you weren't the main cause, but you could have been the straw that broke the camel's back. So, now they're….well they just thought it would be better off to separate before things got too awkward."

Laurel's words did an amazing job of doing the exact opposite of making Sara feel better. No, she felt so much worse now her sister was telling her she was only the final straw, and not the main reason. Laurel realized what she said and spun towards Sara, reaching towards her arm.

"Look, Sara, I know you're holding a lot of burdens on your shoulder, but…can you try and relax tonight?" Laurel asked. "I know it's pretty hard, but do you think you can at least….."

"For Mom's sake, you want me to do that?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, for Mom's sake," Laurel said. "And for Dad's as well…..it would help if you talk about this to someone as well….because there's still something that's bothering you."

Sara didn't really say anything. She just turned her attention towards the door and walked up the driveway. Laurel walked behind her, dropping the subject cold. The younger Lance sister opened the door

"Hey, Sara," Quintin said, leading her inside. "Your mother's sitting at the table, she's really glad to say hello to you so…..if you want to….."

"I will," Sara said. She resigned herself to what had to be done, right now.

Sara turned around and noticed her mother sitting at the table.

"Sara, I'm so glad you're back," Dinah said. She rose to her feet and walked over towards Sara with a smile. "I'm glad you've made it home for a while I thought….."

Dinah didn't say anything. Her arms wrapped around her youngest daughter in a hug. Sara made sure to put a gentle grip around her mother. After the accident she had been in about ten years ago, she had some back problems. They had gotten better over the years, although she still had pain.

And she did not return to the level of activity she used to be in.

"Quintin and I, we came to a parting of the ways, and we had our share of disagreements," Dinah said. "But, we can't give up hope, can we?"

"No, you can't," Sara said.

Hope had been the one thing which had brought her through some dark times, but it wasn't hope for herself, more for the hope that others would have a better life. Sara sat down to the table and Laurel took a seat next to her.

"We're all glad to see Sara home, safe and sound," Laurel said.

"And to think, my daughter had been married," Dinah said. She realized what she said. "Sorry, honey, I know it must have been hard but…"

Sara understood her mother meant well, and it was as awkward for her after five years as it was for everyone else.

"No, I've come to peace."

'No you haven't.'

Sara shook her head a second or two later.

Dinner had been served with some light conversation being made around the table. Dinah's eyes looked towards Laurel and Sara for a moment, and saw her two daughters were at relative peace.

"I really don't like to talk about it away from work, if I can help it," Sara said. "But, I think things are going well, although I'm learning as I go. I never intended to be a huge part of a multi-billion dollar corporation."

"Million actually," Laurel said, letting the air out of the room. "After…it happened, the company's stock had been driven to the ground."

"Well, someday it might be billion again," Sara said.

"Isn't it odd to see the two of them getting along?" Dinah asked. "Perhaps we should keep a close enough eye on the steak knife."

"Yeah," Quintin said. "It's good to have the family back together, at least for one night….I half expect a meteor to fall through the ceiling and crush us all for it going so well."

The tension could still be cut with a knife, even though all of them tried to act cordial with each other.

"Was it because of me?" Sara asked.

Laurel almost held her hand up to silence Sara. Sara swung it underneath the table and smacked it away. Their fingers touched for a second.

"No, it wasn't because of you, we didn't get a divorce because of you," Dinah said. She reached across the table and touched her hand to the side of her youngest daughter's face. "Granted, both of you girls growing up played a huge part of it, but it wasn't just your disappearance for five years."

"Yeah, there were a lot of differences, which were more obvious over the years," Quintin said. "It's just…when you grow old, things change, and….well, actually come to think of it, getting a divorce might have saved both of our lives."

Quintin laughed, although his humor wasn't shared around the table. Still, Dinah figured he had a point, cooler heads didn't prevail. After her accident, she took out things on Quintin a bit more than she should, her temper shortened greatly, and she was harsh on him. The way he handled Sara's disappearance didn't help matters at all.

"I think we're communicating better now we're not married," Dinah said.

"Given marriage is all about communication and trust…it's amazing how you trust each other more when you're not," Laurel said. "But, if you're at peace and you're happy, that's all that matters."

Laurel was not blind to see while her mother had moved on, her father still struggled. He had been pleased to have his little girl back in his life, but there were certain problems.

Dinah had not been at peace with one other thing, and she needed to clear the air. The older woman waited to see Sara finish her eating. She tapped her daughter on the shoulder.

"Sara, can I talk to you in the living room?" Dinah asked. "Alone."

Sara turned away from her sister and father. Both of them nodded. Mother and daughter rose up from the table and walked away. The moment they were out of an earshot from both of the other Lances.

"Sara, I'm sorry," Dinah said. "I was the one who gave you the permission to go, when you begged me to go…and I have a feeling if I said no, you wouldn't have to go through what happened during the last five years."

"Mom, you do realize I only asked you permission as a curiosity, right?" Sara asked. "I would have found a way to sneak off."

Dinah smiled, if Sara was anything like she was at that age, she was certain Sara would have found a way, permission or not. Her wild younger years should have been kept in the past. It was not the life she wanted for her daughters, and it only led to tragedy, damaged friendships, and broken marriages.

"Yes, I know," Dinah said. "It wouldn't have stopped me from beating myself up about this, any more than it's stopping you from blaming yourself for our divorce."

Dinah placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. The two of them locked eye to eye with each other.

'If only you knew what I got into with my friends when I was your age,' Dinah thought.

Dinah hoped her daughters would live a more normal and less reckless life. Hopes and dreams got dashed under the best of circumstances.


Dinner gone rather well, better than Sara could hope. At least it didn't end in yelling and accusations, although she detected a note of frostiness with her parents which was a common them throughout the night. After over, Sara needed to get away to exercise some tension off, and thankfully there was a gym open late at night where she could do so. S

he walked in the gym and Laurel walked a few paces behind her. She looked pale, was shaking, and sweat dripped down her face. She looked around, happy to be on firm ground.

"Okay, never again, never again!" Laurel yelled. "If you think I'm riding on the back of a motorcycle again with you again….you must be completely and utterly out of your mind."

"Relax, we didn't crash," Sara said.

"Yes, but I'm pretty sure I left my heart and my lunch about two blocks back," Laurel said. "It would be about right if you had gotten in a motorcycle crash a couple of weeks after coming back from the dead. You already got one motorcycle wreck."

She pointed towards Sara's wrapped up arm. As far as Laurel knew, it was a fresh injury, not the same injury she received. Deadshot got her good. Sara would have been healed by now if she fully embraced the serum inside her. She suppressed in instead.

Sara was going to need a vessel of release soon though, if she wanted to keep up with the techniques used. She could go out to a club and see if she could seduce some more innocent woman into her bed, but Sara wanted something a bit more meaningful, a bit more personal, for her first time since officially returning back.

It took almost a year before Sara learned to control her darker impulses, and redirect her energy to other ways.

"You're done lecturing me, right?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, but I think I'll take the bus back home," Laurel said.

"You really think taking the bus in Starling City is safer than being on a motorcycle with me?" Sara asked.

Laurel slipped into the changing room to put on her workout clothes. She actually came here fairly often to work out, so she could punch a bag before she ended up punching someone in the face. The last couple of cases frustrated her.

She walked out to see Sara already into her sports bra and a tight pair of workout pants which stretched over her sister's ass. Laurel followed Sara's progress when she stretched, seeing every toned bit of her sister's frame.

'It has to be illegal to find your sister this hot,' Laurel thought. 'But, I'm doing it…strictly from a scientific perspective. Just a commentary on how attractive a person is, it's not like….although it would be interesting but….NO BAD, LAUREL!'

Laurel tried to stretch a little bit more. She found herself thrown off balance. The next thing she knew, Sara slipped behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist to steady her.

"You want to adjust your positioning a little bit," Sara told her sister. "You don't want to fall over, do you?"

"I know how to stretch," Laurel said. "I do it every day, after work…and…"

Sara placed her hand in between her sister's thighs and slowly spread them apart. Laurel wondered how much experience Sara had with spreading apart a woman's thighs, not she was accusing her baby sister of anything. There were just some things she shouldn't think of. Her mouth inched closer towards Laurel's ear.

"You should spread them like this, you'd get a bit more out of your workout," Sara said. "Then again, you've always been more of the academic type then the athletic, aren't you?"

Laurel thought it was unfair, she might not have been a natural like Sara, but it wasn't she fell flat on her face anytime she worked out. Then again, it was hard to formulate a response when your attractive younger sister's fingers caressed way to close to a certain part of her body.

Sara retracted her fingers from Laurel. Her entire body grew flushed because of the sense of loss and smiled before stepping back.

"Mom's still hiding something," Sara said. "I don't know what."

"Mom is stubborn and headstrong," Laurel said.

"Just like her daughters?" Sara asked in a saucy manner.

Laurel just barely held back a smile.

"Yes, just like her daughters," Laurel said. "If she wants to tell us what's going on, she will. I…agree if you think there was more than Mom and Dad's divorce than met the eye, although…bringing that up tonight might not have been more of your more tactical moves."

"I believe it wasn't because of me now," Sara said. She supervised Laurel stretching out and then stretched out for her own. "And, seriously, I didn't know you and Oliver were still together."

"Well, I'm not sure how long we were going to be," Laurel said. "He did profess my love to me….."

"Really, you too?" Sara asked.

"But, I didn't have drunken Vegas wedding vows to back it up," Laurel said. "He did give his love a bit too freely, and I wouldn't be surprised if there's a small army of little Queens running around somewhere."

Sara didn't have much of any chance to respond when a loud whirling sound came from around the other side. She grabbed Laurel around her waist and threw her down to the ground with barely a second to spare.

The windows exploded open and sent glass flying inwards. Thankfully, the heavy equipment they stood behind shield them from most of the explosion. The heat grew so intense it was almost unbearable for either of them to stand up.

Both of the girls were shaken. Laurel's eyes narrowed in frustration.

"Laurel, are you okay?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, you?" Laurel asked.

Sara nodded, and noticed a black man in tactical gear standing on a rooftop. He disappeared as quick as he had arrived. No sight on the man's face with the mask having been pulled over them.

Both sisters rushed outside and a note had been folded up against the wall. Sara ripped the note off of the wall.

"It says abandon your crusade," Sara said. "I don't understand."

She might have been playing ignorant, but Sara made many enemies. There could have been no way they could have known.

'Who could have found out?' Sara asked.

"They're not going to scare me off that easily," Laurel said. She snatched the note away from Sara.

Laurel's response shocked Sara to the core. Of all of the things she expected.

"Wait, that's for you?"


The attack transpired so fast, Sara couldn't even begin to piece it together and most certainly had no idea who was behind it. No handwriting on the paper to trace back to the source. The most surprising part of it was Laurel had been the target, and Sara just happened to be there. Sara knew her sister must have made some rather dangerous enemies in her job.

But, dangerous enough to try and kill her with a rocket launcher?

'Would any of them have gone this far,' Sara thought to herself. Her frown deepened.

The Starling City Police Department hit the scene. The entire neighborhood had been into chaos. Thankfully, at the time, the gym had been sparsely attended. Only Laurel and Sara worked out, and there were no one there other than a couple of customers.

"Laurel, Sara, oh god," Quintin said. "Are the two of you…"

"We're fine, Dad," Laurel said.

Their father shook his head. He had been a father long enough to know when things most certainly were not fine at all.

"No, you're not fine, no one's going to be fine after something like that," Quintin said. "What the hell just happened?"

"Someone tried to take me out because I'm working on a case," Laurel said. She steadied the grip on the bench she at on.

No scratches, no blood, Laurel redefined the term luck after Sara had just barely pulled her out of the fire.

"Someone was trying to scare you?" Quintin asked. "Who was doing it?"

"I can't tell you, it's going to be a client of mine in jeopardy," Laurel said. She could see her father's disapproving gaze fall upon her face. "If it was just my life that's on the line, I'd tell you…"

"Well, it is your life on the line, and if there's some scumbag preying on you, I have to know…"

The note really didn't leave any kind of clue. The paper littered with letters which had been cut and pasted out of a Starling City newspaper, and there had been not even a hair sample on the paper. It appeared the person who had done this had done a pretty good job in covering their tracks.

"I made a promise to the client, I wouldn't reveal them," Laurel said.

"Yeah, that kind of promise is likely to get you killed."

Laurel frowned and looked towards Sara. Sara turned her head around and looked towards her father.

"He dressed in black tactical gear, and…..there were three silver buttons on the front of his coat," Sara said. "He was wearing a mask…leather, but I didn't see his eyes, or anything else. He was completely covered in the gear."

Quintin nodded as firm as possible. He knew his oldest daughter knew, and the fact she wasn't telling him made his job rather difficult. He moved across to talk to the force.

"You really should tell him," Sara said.

"If it was my life was on the line, and just my life, I agree with you," Laurel said. "If it was a secret which could put a lot of people in danger, you'd feel the same way."

Sara didn't quite meet Laurel's eyes. She did hold onto a secret which put a lot of people in danger. It wasn't easy. Still, she was very concerned Laurel would end up dying.

"Our father doesn't need to lose another daughter," Sara said.

Laurel had been spared from answering. A limo pulled up off to the other side of the police barricade. Moira Queen stepped out, and the Starling City Police Department all stepped in front of her.

"I'm afraid you can't cross, Mrs. Queen….."

"It's only for a moment," Moira said. "Given how much money a year Queen Industries donates to the Starling City Police Department, you should have the courtesy to let me step through, and have a talk with my daughter-in-law."

Sara turned and looked up. Moira getting involved might end up being a problem.

"I'm fine, really I am…"

"Tonight proves the danger you're in," Moira said. "And I can apologize to you enough….."

"Actually, she's not in any danger, it's me they're after," Laurel said.

"Be that as it may," Moira said in an almost dismissive tone of voice, holding her hand up to stop Laurel. "On Monday, I'm going to arrange personal protection for her."

Sara frowned. She knew while Moira's intentions were the best, she also knew depending on what she decided, it could be a bit of a problem as well.

"My son wouldn't approve if I left you in any danger," Moira said. "And while I can't tell you what to do, I would strongly recommend you stay at your father's house and have no further late night excursions."

Little did Moira know what a night time excursion for Sara really amounted to. Sara frowned, not liking being told what to do, she didn't like it as a teenager, and she liked it even less now. Moira seemed concerned, or maybe she had plans.


Sara sat in her room, her old room, still feeling like a stranger in her own house. She stripped out into a black tank top and a pair of blank panties, showing her firm toned legs on display. She didn't really go to sleep given the fact she was worried about who was after Laurel.

'Who could it be?'

A knock on her door brought Sara out of her thoughts.

"Come in!"

Sara tried to sound all excited. She frowned when seeing Laurel standing in the doorway. She dressed in a nightdress which clung enticingly of her body. She had been working out since Sara had been gone, but she supposed everyone did need an outlet.

"You didn't leave."

"Dad insisted I'd spend the night here as well, until I was more willing to talk about who was after me," Laurel said.

She sat down on the bed. The two sisters looked at each other.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Funny, that's the question I should be asking you," Sara said. "Given you were the one who had been targeted…..you're keeping some big secrets."

"Well, you haven't even told anyone really what happened when you were on that island for five years," Laurel said.

Sara sighed and threw her hands in the air.

"You just had to turn it around on me, hadn't you?" Sara asked. "That part hasn't changed, hasn't it? You always deflect criticism when someone gives it to you. It's always someone else."

"Look, I'm working with a very delicate case, and there's some very dangerous people who could get involved, and if this broke open, some good people could get killed."

"Yeah, well get what, tonight it was you who could have gotten killed," Sara said.

"You….we were fine, it wasn't a problem," Laurel said. "You…saved me…in a way."

"All the times you were there to look out for me," Sara said. "When we were younger….even if I didn't appreciate it at the time."

"I could be a bit demanding at times," Laurel admitted. "But, seriously, I would do anything for you….."

"Okay, fine, tell me who's after you."

The moment Sara had a chance; she would be after these people and putting an arrow in them. No one targeted her sister, no one.

"Okay, anything but that," Laurel said. "But, seriously thought…..I don't want to see anyone hurt, especially you, and it's obvious we're….we're still in a very awkward place….and….I don't even know what to say….."

"Well, maybe if we have some tension, it should be worked out," Sara said.

Laurel blinked in confusion and realized Sara's hand rested on her bare thigh and gave it a light little squeeze. She found it kind of difficult to concentrate.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't think I haven't seen you checking me out," Sara said.

Laurel had been, and Sara noticing made things awkward. It was wrong to have those thoughts about your sister. Yet, despite it being wrong, it still excited Sara.

"Well, you did….well you're beautiful, even after all of these years," Laurel said. "There's nothing wrong with observing the fact your baby sister's beautiful, isn't it?"

"No, Laurel, nothing at all."

Sara's lips pressed upon Laurel's in such a quick flurry she barely registered what happened until her tongue forced it's way past Laurel's lips and into her throat. The older sister sighed when her younger sister kissed her.

Laurel reached behind her head, with every intention to force it away, but she only held onto the head and deepened the kiss on her own accord. The two sisters exchanged a very unsisterly kiss, with Sara mounting Laurel's lap and closing her eyes.

The kiss broke, and Laurel's breath had been taken away.

"Sara, this is….."

"Wrong?" Sara asked. "Society says so, but….I'm not about to conform with what they say…and besides, you can't ever tell me you haven't had a thoughts."

Sara's time away caused her to have a more liberated view on many things, which society frowned on.

Laurel breathed in, and looked at Sara. Sara's fingers started to caress her body and pull back the nightdress to reveal the black bra and panties, garter, and stockings she wore underneath. Those fingers brushed down towards her navel and tickled it.

"You're seducing me," Laurel breathed. Sara's fingers tensed over her and started kissing the side of her neck. "My God, Sara, you're…"

Laurel's breathing intensified when Sara kissed her on the side of the neck some more and bit the flesh, marking Laurel for her.

"You're mine," Sara said. "And you'd do anything for me….well, those are some dangerous words, Dinah Laurel Lance."

Sara found her outlet, and she thought nothing could be more personal than her sister.


Sara's heated kisses continued to work their way over Laurel's body. She shuddered every time one of them hit the side of her body.

The control felt amazing, to have her older sister, who always held some small measure of authority over her on the account of being older, whimpering at her every maneuver. Sara enjoyed having control.

"Are you dripping wet?" Sara asked. "I bet you are….I wonder how many panties you ruined thinking impure thoughts about your little sister."

Laurel's breathing became quickened. Sara's fingers danced everywhere on her body. They brushed ever so closer to the edge of her panties, but did not take the plunge, at least not just yet. They spent a fair amount of time teasing Laurel and driving her to a point of never ending madness. Those fingers ground up against her heated center.

"You said you'd do anything for me?" Sara asked. "Would you do anything to see my finger inside of you, and I let you finish?"

"You think you're letting me…"

"No, I don't think, sister," Sara said. She nibbled the side of Laurel's neck and drew back. "I know….why don't you eat my pussy?"

The thought sounded so taboo, yet Laurel's thighs throbbed at the thought. Sara turned around and her ass inched closer towards Laurel's face. She saw the beautiful ass in its perfectly smooth glory. How she longed to touch it, to grab it, to squeeze it.

"First eat my pussy, and then we'll talk about what other places you can stick that naughty tongue of yours."

Sara's panties rolled down. Laurel inhaled her sister's smooth pussy. The aroma caught her off guard. Laurel's hands shook when grabbing onto Sara's ass to get her close. The younger sister spread her legs for the older sister, and lowered her pussy.

"I know you've done this before," Sara said.

Laurel only answered with her tongue dragging across Sara's dripping hot slit. The honey rolled from her pussy. The sweet savory taste from her sister's pussy only made Laurel lick her more. Savor the taste, go down on her, and devour her pussy lips and the sweet, sweet center.

Sara closed her eyes and stroked her sister's body when the two settled into a sixty-nine. Laurel was actually pretty decent. Not exactly the best she had, but she wasn't horrific. Her soft tongue took a few seconds to hit the pleasure points deep within her.

She rolled down Laurel's panties and exposed her tight pussy. Sara's finger started to grind down and collect the moisture. She pushed her finger into her mouth, sucking on it. Her sister's tangy juices went in her body.

"So good, time to show my big sister what I can do for her."

Sara planted a kiss on Laurel's lips, this time the lower ones. Her tongue slowly slipped into Laurel's pussy. She groped down Laurel's thighs and teased her asshole for a moment, but pulled away. She'd save that taboo desire for another time.

Laurel's entire body shook from Sara's tongue pushing deep inside her. Intense really didn't even begin to describe everything going through her. She remembered her duty.

Sara's tongue jammed into Laurel's tight little pussy.

"Jesus!" Laurel moaned, but Sara's thighs closed around her head.

"That doesn't sound like pussy eating."

Sara hummed a tune when going down Laurel's pussy. The older Lance daughter bucked her hips up to allow her baby sister further and deeper access. Sara mapped out a clear path around her pussy and kept nibbling, biting, licking at those lower lips.

Both sisters brought each other to orgasms. Sara's juices splashed on Laurel's face. Laurel tried not to let them drain out onto the bed, staining the sheets.

Sara hit a certain point on Laurel, stimulating the very sensitive nerve endings on the lower half of her body. Laurel's thighs clenched shut along with her pussy. Sara slurped her, sucking the warm honey from between her older sister's thighs.

Laurel collapsed back on the bed, and Sara turned herself around. She pressed hip to hip with Laurel and smiled, peering at her.

"Sara, that feels so good," Laurel breathed.

Sara ground against Laurel's lower body. She grabbed a handful of hair, gently, but forcefully, and pulled Laurel into another deep kiss full of tongue.

Laurel moaned into her sister's mouth. Sweet Sara, and her wet mouth, which currently had been full of Laurel's own juices, sparked another level of desire through her. Sara's hips rocked down onto her.

Somehow, Laurel felt like she was being penetrated by something, thanks to the share force of Sara's hips driving down onto her. Every time their hips collided, Laurel's jumped a little bit.

Their lips smacked together with an "mmm". The lips on their faces also made similar sounds during the intense make out session. The friction rising and falling between their pussies made things really hot, and really intense.

Laurel tried to flip Sara over onto the bed. Sara had none of that, and would remain on top. She pushed down onto Laurel and grinned.

"You can't help yourself," Sara said. "You like being dominated by me, don't you? Has this been a fantasy of yours for a long time?"

Despite the fact Sara was in control, her soft, skilled hands caressed Laurel's flesh. It raised questions of what exactly Sara had been doing during the five years away.

"Answer me, tell me the truth," Sara said. "And I might let you cum."

"I….I've…yes, I suppose," Laurel said.

"You suppose?" Sara asked. "So, you're nothing, but a little sub, who gets off on having her little sister dominate her."

Her skilled fingers tickled Laurel's clit and brought added heat towards her body. Sara bent down and gave Laurel torturous kisses on her nipples. The lips lingered for only a second, but pull away.

"Yes, I was hoping one day you'd get so fed up for me trying to boss you around, you'd throw me down and fuck my brains out!" Laurel yelled. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Well, that's interesting," Sara said.

Sara pinched Laurel's clit in just the right spot. The waves of pleasure coursed up through her sister's body. Sara brought her hips up and down on Laurel's in just the right spots as well. She held back a little bit. Her overheated pussy felt so good at the pleasure coming from between her loins.

Laurel's hands reached up as much as they would dare and felt all over Sara's body. Her firm, toned skin dripped with only a slight amount of sweat. She brought Laurel to more pleasure. Their juices intermingled together.

She thought she would explode from so much pleasure, even more pleasure than she could ever feel in her life. Her hands reached up to the back of Sara's head and wanted to guide her body everywhere where it needed to go. More spikes of lust flew through Laurel's body.

"Sara, ooh yes, Sara, more," Laurel breathed.

Sara smiled when bringing the point of her hips down. She practically penetrated Laurel from the muscles she struck. Her sister's face, racked in a never ending state of lust made her heat up.

The two sisters swapped juices with each other. Their upper lips met in an equally feverish dance of passion from their lower lips. Sara could feel Laurel's body, racking in a never ending state of orgasm. They looped all through her body in a constant barrage.

Sara's lust spiked knowing it was she who caused them all. She pressed Laurel down onto the bed and drilled her into the mattress. Their bodies merged in a sweaty, sticky wave of lust and desire.

Laurel had been released with a mind rattling orgasm. Sara rode it out and it triggered one of her own. She leaned down and smiled.

"You're such a screamer, aren't you?"

Sara showed no signs of slowing down for the evening. Laurel looked up at her beautiful sister's face. Another twitch came through her body.

"Don't…stop….."

"Don't worry, honey, I won't."

So, she didn't.


Several hours passed before both girls got their taboo desires out of their systems. It was a small miracle no one had come across them.

Laurel wrapped her arms tight around her sister, holding her in close. She smiled at the thought of what happened. They dripped with sweat and other fluids after their coupling. Laurel brushed her hands down her sister's hair.

Sara rested her head on Laurel's shoulder with a sweet little smile.

"I had an itch, and you helped me scratch it tonight," Sara said.

"I'll do anything for you Sara, any time," Laurel said. "I love you."

Sara smiled.

"I love you too, Laurel."

Their relationship dynamic may have changed tonight, but Sara thought it had changed for the better. A healthy relationship would make them closer than ever.

She would have to explain the entire polygamy thing to Laurel, but why ruin the moment?


To Be Continued on November 4th, 2016.

And we start with dinner, and well there are some interesting little tidbits, if you're ready to read into them.

The tension is building through this chapter, it kind was in the background, between Laurel and Sara, but it hit this chapter, reaching its climax. If you didn't see this coming with the incest tag in the summary, then I don't know what to tell you.

Laurel's the target for this attack. Needless to say, she's pissed off someone pretty dangerous.

Oh, Laurel being a screamer…..that's going to take on an entirely new meaning in the future.

There's a hint Laurel's been getting some training during the five years Sara's been away.

Until next Friday.