A/N

OK, so many thanks again for the reviews and support. I can guess that at least some of you read the last chapter through your fingers, and especially Cook lovers..Sorry about that. Every story needs a villain, and in this one he is certainly that!

So this chapter will develop the plot a bit, and there will be less jig a jig and more fluff. I think I deserve it, and so do you. Operation Naomi is under way, just hoping it works out for them. Oh yeah, I know don't I? Ha ha.

Just a heads up to anyone who's interested. I am co writing a story with the wonderful mysteriousbrunette, who is an awesome author in her own right (should that be write?) and nails dialogue much better than I do. The story will be called Pleasure Island and the author name we will be using is, wait for it... Fancyseeinglouhere. Its an in joke guys, so don't ask! The story will contain lots of fun, sea, sand and, well, Emily and Naomi will be in it, so yeah, LOADS of smut! We are in the early stages of collaborating, so the first chapter will be up shortly. Stuff has been written ha ha...And if you haven't read her stories yet, go away and do it now. I can wait..a little while at least. No, just do it. She isn't just a good writer, she's a lovely human being and all round nice person to know. Am I drooling? Yep, I've seen her picture too, so feel free to drool with me. Just don't mention Catwoman Converses...

Anyway...

Naomi

Well fuck me with a well oiled cucumber, as Katie would say. Life has taken a definite turn for the better. Emily came in on Monday and the world suddenly took on a new, rose tinted glow. I was expecting a continuation of the uber professional Governor Fitch, keep your distance atmosphere we have been living in since my return to sunny Larkwood. But it couldn't have been more different. She smiled at me breezily as she walked to her office, and I think my jaw must have tried to emulate my previous attempt at a swan dive, crashing to the shiny floor. I stared at her a bit before continuing my demanding job of sweeping the doorway to the library. After she had disappeared into her office I almost convinced myself that I had dreamed it. Where were the nervous glances, the aloof attitude and the keep your distance body posture I had been getting for days?

About an hour later, I was in the library, sorting some new stock, when Glenda, Emily's tame screw and secretary popped her head in the door.

"Naomi" she said brightly "Can you pop into the Governors office in 5 minutes? She wants to go through some paperwork with you concerning the...'accident'"

I smiled grimly at her attempt to give a politicians gloss to my near demise

"OK Miss" I said, equally brightly, but with as much genuine humour as Jimmy Savilles biographer. "No problem"

She nodded quickly and disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

When I knocked on Emily's door, Glenda opened it and ushered me inside, before leaving us alone. I looked over at the desk to see Emily looking right back at me. She looked stunning, of course, she doesn't have any other look, does she? She had a pale green suit on, buttoned high, but with a pretty silver pendant around her neck, The suit contrasted nicely with her smooth skin and red hair. God, she is beautiful, I thought. What on earth would someone as gorgeous as this want with a state like me? I was all too conscious of my loose grey trackies and blue sweat shirt. Since we had become more distant, I had stopped making an effort for her. Didn't seem much point, really.

"Sit down Naomi" she said shortly "I think we need to talk"

My heart joined my Converses on the floor as she looked at me. Oh shit, was this going to be the conversation I dreaded?

She lowered her voice and leaned over the desk, giving me an opportunity to ogle her tits, something I would usually be all too eager to take, but the knot in my stomach and the growing fear in my heart put paid to any over active fantasies I might have had.

"Don't worry" she said in a low voice "I just need to explain some things to you Naoms"

The use of my pet name gave me a flicker of hope, which my brain desperately tried to fan into life.

"I've been a complete cow, and I know it" she said, searching my eyes for something, I don't know what. "Things have been so fucked up, I don't know where to start"

"Have you cheated on me?" I blurted out, louder than I intended, and I saw her eyes widen at my words

"NO!" she said "I wouldn't do that Naomi. I love you, you soppy cow"

"Not even with Tara?" I grated, my voice revealing my anxiety better than my words

"Especially not with Tara" she said levelly "In fact Tara told me to get my fucking act together and remind myself who I actually want to be with"

Part of me wanted to scream at her for even having that type of conversation with my rival, but the other half wanted to shout for joy at what she was saying. I did neither in the end, just waited for Emily to continue.

"She is, or rather was a good listener, that's all"

I managed, by supreme effort to stop myself saying something bitter and hateful about good listeners and Emily's knickers, but it was hard, believe me...really hard. I think she saw the conflict in my eyes and rushed on

"That's all she will ever be to me you daft woman. I love you. I love you more than I can put into words, but I've been confused and upset, what with the accident, and my friend Zoe being killed while you were in hospital. I didn't know what to do about my feelings for you. My sister and your best friend are out there, putting themselves in danger to get you out of here, and all I seem to do is to make you miserable. Can you see how hard that is for me?"

I nodded slowly. Not really understanding at all, but trying.

"This is still going to be a difficult and probably long road for both of us..But you're not alone any more Naoms" she said, her voice catching in her throat. Which was way too unfair on me. Emily's standard husky voice was hard enough to resist. Emily on the verge of crying was fucking impossible to defend against. I felt tears welling up in my own eyes.

"I will be there for you all the way. And so will your mum, Effy and Katie too. You have all of us to look out for you now. All you need to do is overcome a lifetime of distrust, suspicion and solitude. I mean, how hard can that be?" Her eyebrow did that quizzical thing I loved...

She ended with a weak smile, and I had to laugh at her expression. How fucking hard indeed. I had spent years cultivating this fuck off attitude. It would take more than words to break the habits of a lifetime. But if she was prepared to stick with me, how could I refuse her? The girl of my dreams. Emily Fitch. Time to grow some, I told myself. Time to give my little redhead something back, apart from sarcasm and an over active tongue on the rare occasions I got to see her naked... I smiled at her nervously, and was rewarded with the biggest, happiest grin I ever need to see in my whole life. My heart resumed it's place in my chest and began to beat normally again. Well, as normally as it even would in the presence of my beautiful Emily.

"But there's one small problem Naoms" she looked down at her fingers on the desk, and my heart plummeted again. What now? For fucks sake this was worse that Thorpe Park for roller-coasters.

"You have to get a new girlfriend" She looked up at me through those Bambi lashes and I gulped back a surprised gasp. What the actual fuck?

"Err Ems" I said haltingly "For a minute there, I thought you said I had to get a new girlfriend/"

"That's right" she smirked, and I wondered what the fuck was going on in that oh so pretty head. "Her names Emma, and she's crazy about you, as of today"

My expression must have been priceless, because she just carried on looking at me for a second or two, that smirk still on her face.

"I thought we had cleared this up Emily" I said primly "I love you, you love me, no extras included? It's a little early in our relationship to be talking about threesomes, yeah?" Sarcasm was always my refuge in times of distress. Old habits die hard

Still the little smile, and to be honest, it was starting to annoy the hell out of me.

"What the fuck..." I started, but I guess she had milked the joke long enough, and raised a hand against my imminent explosion.

"She's called Emma, which means you can use the nickname Ems, OK?"

The puzzled look stayed on my face and she smiled at me as if I was educationally challenged.

"And she will be writing you letters, probably every day, and sending you stuff. Get the picture?"

Slowly the cogs of my institutionalised brain began to to turn and I saw what she was getting at.

"So...you will be Emma?" I said deliberately

"At last, the Ice Queen's brain catches up on 3 years of lethargy" she giggled, and although my inner Campbell bridled at her piss taking, I was mostly relieved that I had actually understood at last.

"So how does this work then" I said stupidly, reverting to long term con mode.

She actually raised both eyebrows this time. I scowled in what I hoped was a warning about teasing the beast any further.

"Duh..." she chuckled "I write to you every day, telling you how wonderful it was to catch up with you, not to mention spending most of your parole fucking your brains out. You respond in kind. Two weeks of that, and the censor office will get tired of wanking to our pornographic exchanges and we can actually talk through the letters without raising entirely baseless rumours that you are shagging the wing governor"

"But won't the screws think its odd that I spent the day out screwing 'Emma' instead of mourning the passing of my dearly loved father" I said

"For fucks sake Naomi" she said quickly "Do you think for one moment that they bought that story of his imminent demise?"

"Most of the long term cons in here have had more deaths in the family than Hercule Poirot and Midsomer village put together. No one actually buys it. The only time I have turned down an application was when the dopey cow who put it in forgot that her paternal grandmother had 'died' three times in the past two years. It was kind of hard to believe"

She laughed again quietly, and this time I joined her.

"So, we carry on as normal, but 'Emma' now becomes my love interest from now on?"

"No Naomi, we don't carry on as normal" she said, rising from her chair and walking round the desk towards me

"Two things will change. First, I will start to behave towards you the way I should have from the start" She cupped my head in her hands and kissed my lips tenderly and with gentle passion. "Like my actual girlfriend?"

"And secondly, you accept that I am never, ever going to leave you, cheat on you or ever, ever give up on you. Can you do that"

I swallowed hard and nodded, my head still in her cool hands. I fell into those dark brown eyes, and to be honest, I could have fucking happily drowned in them.

"I love you so much Ems" I finally managed, tears springing into my eyes as I spoke

"I know" she said "I know"

Effy

I know everyone thinks I am like a fucking Sphinx... Impassive and immovable, impossible to know or understand, and with the emotional range of a door stop, but what do they know? Suddenly, after years of cultivating this fuck off exterior, some girl comes along and changes everything, and I mean everything, overnight. Katie Fucking Fitch, who would have thought it?

I just didn't know what to do with myself after Cook raped her. I mean I know what I wanted to do. Find him, torture him, kill him. Easy yeah? But it wouldn't either be possible, or solve our little 'Naomi problem'. So I just had to suck it up, comfort the lovely Katie as well as I could and consume about a distillery's worth of JD to dull the ache.

The worst of it was, that night I had almost got to what I wanted to. White's journal. Every dodgy deal, every drugs shipment, every bent copper, magistrate, judge, journalist and government official was in it. Everything that Johnny White cares about is in that book .Leather bound, about 8" square and usually hidden inside his 'secret' compartment behind the headboard of that bed. Yep, that bed. The one that Katie spent a couple of hours being raped by Cook on. My plans for the evening had been scuppered by her stupid idea to get wasted and then laid by Karen. I knew all about Karen McClair. I had fucked her enough times to get inside that mercenary, gold digging, drug addicted head. All she cared about was getting laid, getting high and getting rich. Stupid bitch had no idea that before she ever got enough of the money, her body would be so used and wasted by Cooks drugs and the multitude of cocks she ingested that she would be discarded like an empty milk carton in some alleyway behind a club once she had served her purpose.

The plan for the night was to have got Cook and Karen into White's cabin, fuck them unconscious and then use the combination I had spent weeks memorising while on my hands and knees on Whites bed, being fucked by his pencil dick, to get the one thing knew would bring the whole rotten enterprise to its knees. He liked to boast, see, White. All my fake sighs and moans had persuaded him he was the best cocksman in the SouthWest. Some fucking chance. But Katie, bless her little libidinous heart, had put paid to that with one stupid and naive decision. I blame myself totally of course. I should have known that Cook wouldn't take her earlier rejection too well. Too many years being told by one random plastic bimbo or another what a stud he was, had twisted his already overinflated ego into a monster he was barely in control of these days.

I don't know what had happened to the James Cook I knew in college, but this bloated, drug ravaged parody certainly wasn't it. Actually, that's completely wrong, I know exactly what had happened to him. Johnny White. Years of pandering to his deviant desires and all consuming greed had made Cook what he was now. It was White who gave him the means and the opportunity to indulge every want he could ever have. White who gave him the industrial quantities of drugs. White who paid for every 18 year old wannabe who would fuck anyone and anything to get into the inner circle. White who enforced every decision Cook made. White who turned every sad and vicious act into normality. I hated him with every fibre of my being, but he was untouchable without that journal. I had to get it. But how?

The past few days have been a little better. Katie's physical injuries were getting less painful, well, at least she hadn't been hurt internally. Her bruises were fading and that shocked vacant look in her eyes had been replaced by a sort of wary resignation. She was tough, my little Katie. Not as tough as she liked to make out, but tough enough to file this episode under the 'mistakes never to be made again' section of her mental filing cabinet. But emotionally, I knew it would take more than rest and talking to put it behind her. We haven't made love since, but I know she still has feelings for me. She cries still, at night, when she thinks I am asleep. Little sobs and hopeless sighs. I pretend I'm still dozing and 'accidentally' throw my arm over her as if I'm just adjusting my position behind her. When she is safely in my arms and I'm spooning her with my body, the shaking stops and she relaxes. When her breathing slows and becomes regular, I sleep myself. We don't speak of it in the morning, but I think she knows.

In fact I think she knows a whole lot more than I would ever admit to her face. The little sexual diversion I had planned with this Fitch sister has turned into something I never thought I would experience. I care about her. I mean really care. Not just fuck her senseless for a few nights, get my itch scratched and then move onto another target. No, it's turned into something rather fucking wonderful. We talk, we laugh, we tease each other and we are starting to do real couply things together. Like have lunch every day on the window terrace, poking fun at the losers that parade round Victoria Square. Or go shopping in town together for the seemingly endless leopard print she craves. Things I never thought Effy Stonem would ever do. Bonding with anyone was never the plan, but being part of a couple with Katie Fitch, hitherto self proclaimed straightest girl in Bristol, was definitely off the radar...

I catch her watching me quietly sometimes. I suppose she's looking for the return of Queen Bitch. Can't blame her. I seduced her, got her into this whole thing, and I think she is expecting me to revert to type at some stage. But it's not going to happen. At least I don't think so. Can't things ever be complicated?

So tonight I start my plan 'Operation Normal' She is visiting her sister this afternoon, and so I've ordered a take away, Chinese, as it's her favourite. Two bottles of chilled Chablis are in the fridge and a couple of industrial strength spliffs are tucked in their usual place, inside my bra. I'm going to get her fed, get her pleasantly drunk and stoned. Then I'm going to get her into bed with me. Nothing exotic, no strap ons, silk scarves or mirrors tonight. Just a naked Katie Fitch and a naked Elizabeth Stonem, a big bed and all night to explore. I have to exorcise the demons that are still haunting her. She has to realise that making love with me is not going to be an echo of that horrific experience on White's boat. It's something beautiful, something wonderful and something worthwhile. At least that's the plan.

Katie

When I got back to the flat, Effy was in a funny mood. Funnier than usual that is. We've been virtually living together since...it... happened, and I've grown fonder of her than I thought was possible. I know I should be angry with her for getting me into this shit in the first place, and the 'old' Katie Fitch certainly would have been. But she has been the one thing I can rely on these days. My mum would have locked me in my old bedroom and called the police if I had told her what had happened. My dad would have got himself killed trying to murder Cook, and my dippy sister would have just cried a lot and blamed herself, or worse Naomi. She's so loved up nowadays that its frankly sickening. Apparently, she had the incredibly crass idea to invent some girl called Emma for Naomi to pen friend. I'd fucking hate to be a censor in that prison. I can just imagine how graphic those lezzer letters are. Pass the sick bucket.

Anyway. Physically I am fine now. My face doesn't look like a technicolor impressionist painting any more, and I can walk without wincing again. But obviously I am still a bit shaky. Not that I would let anyone know that of course. I have a reputation to keep. But Effy knows. That fucking all knowing smirk I catch on occasions tells me that she can still see into my mind, which is a bit unsettling, I can tell you.

The doorbell still makes me jump, so Effy answered it. The smell gave it away before she came in holding a frankly ridiculously oversized take away bag. Chinese. My favourite, and she knows it. I changed into a pair of shorts and an oversized tee, which if anyone knows me is a complete character change. I wouldn't be seen dead in some of the stuff my lezzer sister wears indoors. But being here, with Effy, has done strange things to my dress sense. Please God it stops before I end up going out in a see through chiffon tutu and a pair of Catwoman Converses. So fucking gay, that!

Sitting on the overstuffed couch, eating prawn crackers and drinking ice cold Chablis, I rested my head on her shoulder and smiled at her endless stream of funny anecdotes. That's something else not many people know about Elizabeth Stonem. She's actually really funny, once she drops the ice queen exterior. After choking for the fourth time on my food, I dug her in the ribs and made her stop until I'd at least finished my plate. All these calories will have to be burnt off at some stage, but maybe not tonight.

Two more glasses of wine and my head began to feel a bit light. I was sitting with my legs across hers, laying back on the cushions, when she stopped talking and just looked at me.

"I think it's time, Katie" she said in a strange quiet voice

"Time for what?" I said, knowing exactly what she meant. The small knot in my stomach grew into a boulder, and I felt a bit panicky.

"Time for you to realise that sex is something to be enjoyed again" she whispered

I gulped noisily and just stared at her as she got up from the couch and stood in front of me. She held out a slim hand and my own hand betrayed me by reaching up to allow her to pull me to my feet.

"I'm not sure...I mean, I don't know if I can..." I said slowly.

"You can Katie" she said, and pulled me so close our bodies were touching from thigh to shoulder. "This is something special, and I won't lose it because..." she didn't need to end the sentence, I knew what she meant.

I let her lead me into the bedroom and sit me on the mattress. Whilst I watched, she pulled off her own tee shirt and dropped her girl shorts to the floor. I blinked at her as she stood in the glow of the bedside lamp. Naked apart from a tiny pair of blue lace knickers, she looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her, and that's saying something.

"Say something" she smiled, and suddenly my mouth was dry and uncooperative.

"You're beautiful" I finally managed, unable to resist running my eyes over her small breasts and hardening nipples. Jesus, when did I become a tit woman? Easy answer, when Effy Stonem rocked my world.

She slid her underwear down slowly and when she straightened up I almost gasped in surprise. She had shaved down there, and now was as smooth as a schoolgirl. I felt myself licking my lips and cursed mentally my total fucking inability to look at her naked without a hundred lurid sexual images tumbling through my mind in quick succession.

"Now we match" she smirked, and I almost giggled out loud at the ridiculousness of what she was saying. Matching fannies, yet. All I needed was a subscription to Diva and a Lip Service box set and I would be a fully paid up rug muncher. Why was it that I didn't feel that was the worst thing which could happen to me. Oh yeah, being serially raped by Cook, that was worse. The thought briefly dropped a bucket of cold water over me, but she must have used her superpowers to read my mind, yet again.

"This is US, Katie" she said firmly "No one else"

She sat beside me and pulled at the hem of my tee. I raised my arms and let her take it off me. She took a long look at my boobs, and I couldn't help a small smirk at her endless fascination with my tits. She wasn't the first, or even the hundred and first to admire them, but she definitely was the most appreciative. She knelt by the bed and slipped off my shorts and knickers, until I was as naked as she was.

She slipped an arm round me as we sat side by side and tipped my head so that her lips were inches from mine. I could smell sweet and sour sauce and alcohol, but strangely, it wasn't a turn off. Her eyes held mine as her lips brushed my own slowly. I felt the knot in my stomach loosen as her lips caressed mine. She was so fucking soft. The kiss deepened, and I let her push me back until we were laying on the soft bed. Her hand cupped my face as she kissed me and I allowed her tongue to gently enter my mouth. So different from the thousands of kisses I had had with guys. No stubble, no hard pressure, no wandering hands, just kiss after kiss, tongue slipping lovingly over mine until I felt myself responding in kind. Soon enough, our arms were gripping each other, and our mutual moans were echoing in the bedroom.

When she slid a cool hand over my breast, I momentarily froze, remembering the last person who had done that. But this hand was soft and gentle, and the thumb which was circling my excited nipple was considerate and sensitive, not rough and demanding. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me intently. I knew what she was thinking. Was it now I bolted for the door, or would I let her go on?

She carried on caressing my breasts slowly and I pulled her head to mine again, until my mouth was by her ear.

"It's OK, Effy" I whispered "It's OK, really"

I felt her face twitch next to mine, and knew that she was smiling

"It's more than OK Katie" she said "It's love"

I felt a thrill go through my body like I had never felt before. She loved me?

The next kiss was hungrier, more searching, and I used my own hands to cup and knead her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, and I used my fingertips to pull on them hard, the way I knew she liked the most. This time I heard her moan helplessly and felt a surge of pride at the fact that I could make Effy Stonem lose it.

We kissed until we had to break for oxygen, staring at each other in wonder at how incredibly arousing this was. I moved first, sliding a knee between her thighs and feeling the wetness and heat between them. She groaned then and started to roll her hips against my leg, the friction building her arousal. I felt her hand part my legs, allowing her cool fingers to touch me...there.

I jumped as if I had been plugged into the mains. I hadn't even touched myself since...it...happened, so this was something I instinctively knew I needed badly. Her knowing caresses and thrusts soon made me as wet as she was and I moaned into her mouth, feeling the tension mount as we both climbed our personal mountains.

It wasn't enough for me though, and before I could lose all control, I pushed her hands away from me. I saw her face fall as she looked into my eyes, both of us panting from the sheer delirium racing through our bodies.

"I'm sorry" she said, still breathing hard "Too soon?"

I smiled sadly at her misunderstanding and shook my head

"Not too soon babe" I breathed "I just need to..." and lowered my eyes to her open legs. I felt almost light headed when she grinned cheekily at my open perving

"It's all yours Katiekins" she laughed "Only yours, and always yours"

She laid back on the bed and opened her thighs wide. I licked my lips at the sight of her. As I did, she reached up with both hands and cupped her own boobs, thumbs already circling hard nipples

"Jesus" I said "I want you so much Effy"

"Don't talk, Do" she said, closing her eyes and breathing faster as I slid between her legs. Her thighs twitched as I slid gentle fingernails up and down them, prolonging the anticipation. As my face got closer to her wetness, I breathed on her, and saw the muscles in her stomach ripple as she tried to stay still under my teasing.

"Fuck Katie" she gasped "No more tormenting. Just lick me"

"Oh yeah" I said, which were the last words I spoke for several minutes. My tongue and lips spoke for me, very eloquently. And my fingers too for that matter. One, two and finally three, just how she liked it. Slow thrusts, gentle circles, hums and lapping. She came so hard, I think she may have passed out for a few seconds. My head hurt from the hair pulling and my lips were bruised from the bucking of her hips against my mouth when she orgasmed. It was intense, uncontrollable and loud. Just how I liked to see Effy come.

Obviously she had to return the favour, and it was surprisingly easy to relax, let her play me and finally take me over the edge with her fingers. All the time she looked into my eyes, watching me enjoy her loving. As I climaxed hard and long, she rode it with me, her hot eyes holding mine. Making sure I knew it was her doing this to me, with me, for me. Afterwards, I cried a little, maybe relief, maybe just pure emotion. All I do know is that she cleansed me that night. I was whole again. Katie Fitch, back in the game.

We slept entwined together properly for the first time in days. I woke in the night, watched her sleep for a few seconds, then slid down the bed and woke her in the best possible way. By the time she was fully awake, her hips were already rolling and her thighs were pressing against my ears. This time, when she came, I didn't stop, but carried on licking and slowly sliding my wet fingers in and out of her. A few minutes later, I made her come again. I moved up her body and kissed her gently as she relaxed. The taste of her in both our mouths as we twisted our tongues together.

Sleep overcame both of us, and it was mid morning before we woke again, still clutching each other, like shipwrecked survivors. Which is pretty accurate really. She had saved me, and I think I may just have saved her, in my own little way.

Emily

I know I shouldn't get excited about writing or receiving letters at my age, but I found myself hurrying when I got home most nights, almost running up the stairs to my apartment. Once I was inside, the sight of an off white prison envelope on my mat made my heart race every time. I may have only just left Naomi, maybe after a stolen kiss in the library, or an occasional brush of fingers when we passed each other, but still this idea of her writing out her feelings was working even better than I thought it would. She seemed to become a different, much more open person when she had the time to put her words down on paper. More loving, and much more...err adventurous. I know the censors office are used to women pouring their hearts out to their partners, and I have seen some of the more lurid fantasies they share too, but Naomi was fair setting the paper alight these days. She always started and finished the letters beautifully. Clever, well thought out phrases and sentences filled the lined paper, which never failed to lift my heart and fill my eyes with tears. But in between, she could be quite...graphic...about what she wanted to do to me in and out of bed.

My eyes may have filled with tears, but not sad ones, ones that were usually generated by extreme exertion. Exertion of the horizontal kind. God that woman had an imagination which could set fire to asbestos. The things she wanted to do, and make me do to her were usually just about physically possible, but only if I were a contortionist with a sex drive to match a Bonobo. I was very much looking forward to our next self engineered days parole, to see if she could match thoughts with deeds!

On another subject, I could see that Katie was very happy nowadays, which always made me happy too. Her and Effy were joined at the hip most days, and my gaydar is either completely out of sync or broken, because I swear that they are much more than close friends. My sister, joining the rainbow club? I can't believe it. Last time I had them round for dinner, I am positive when I looked out of the window I saw Katie hold hands with Effy before they buzzed up to be let in. Now Katie wasn't even a fan of holding hands with guys, so to see her walking hand in hand with Effy, looking for all as if they were the worlds tightest couple is frankly mind boggling. I asked of course, and got a complete fuck off blank from my sister. However, I was watching Effy's eyes as I did, and even the ice queen herself couldn't quite hide the flicker of sadness when Katie said she wasn't 'fucking gay, lezzer' So, something to dig a bit more on then.

But I suppose, being completely loved up myself, I wasn't really concentrating too much on the possibility of my hetero sister joining the rug munchers club courtesy of Elizabeth Stonem's sponsorship. I had enough trouble processing the knowledge that Naomi and Effy had been occasional lovers in the past to want to open that can of worms too wide. I knew how 'persuasive' Effy could be from personal experience, so thoughts of my lover and her in naked clinches were definitely off the Fitch imagination horizon.

This evening was no different to start with, than any other this past week. There was an envelope, and I forced myself to leave it unopened until I had showered, changed into my favourite pink fluffy dressing gown and uncorked a bottle of cold Cava. Filling a large glass, I settled down on the couch to read Naomi's latest billet doux. Two swallows into the Cava and I was engrossed all over again. She started by telling me she loved me, several times. I grinned dopily at that. It never got old for me, this feeling that I was wanted by the person who I loved more than anyone in the world. Then she told me again, only more graphically, and with a certain artistic flair which sent its own warmth several inches below where the wine was doing it's job. I got to the part where she was describing my naked body, silk scarves and her wicked tongue and suddenly it was too warm everywhere. My dressing gown was far too restrictive, and I opened it, pulling the belt away, so the cool air played over my skin. I knew where this was leading, which of course was exactly what had been planned by the author of my own personal 50 shades of grey...

Settling back on the cushions, I began making lazy circles on my stomach and breasts with my open hands. I wanted to make this last. I read another few lines and carefully put the letter on the floor next to the couch. There were another 3 pages, and who knew if I would need a 'fix' later?

Slow caresses turned to inquisitive fingers. My mind played loops of erotic couplings involving Naomi and a rather lifelike oversized battery powered friend I had in my bedside cabinet, and I briefly considered getting up and retrieving it before deciding that I was pretty close already, and there was always later. Just as things were getting to the stage where I was about to ask God for his assistance the lounge door burst open and my sister and Effy fucking Stonem lurched in, obviously the worst for wear and clutching a bottle of wine in each hand.

The world stopped for several seconds. My sister stood open mouthed and horrified before turning abruptly on her heel and running into the kitchen shouting "For fucks sake Emily!" quite loudly. Effy Stonem took her time following her. She raked me from head to naked toe before sniggering

"Delicious, Emily. I knew you had hidden depths"

I had tried, very unsuccessfully to cover up, but only succeeded in tangling myself in the dressing gown, Several large areas of flesh hitherto only revealed to Naomi's eyes were still in full view.

"Fuck off Eff!" I said forcefully, trying harder to cover the bits of me she was still blatantly perving over.

"We'll get some glasses then, while you...err recover your dignity" she laughed and followed my still loudly complaining sister into the kitchen.

Five minutes later we were sitting facing each other, fully covered up in my case, in the lounge, ignoring the elephant in the room, 'Masturbation', I think it's name is...

"Scarred for life. Fucking scarred for life" my sister intoned, looking at her glass of wine as if it was full of diamonds. "My twatting sister getting off to no doubt disgusting visions of that blonde lezzer. Scarred for FUCKING life!"

"Get over yourself Katie" I said bitingly. "This is the sister who made me endure years of Wednesday and Sunday night self pleasure events, whether I was asleep or not, remember?"

I give her due, she at least had the self awareness to blush. Those unwilling nights of audible torture were burned into my memory banks. Katie was what you call an early developer, and discovering the pleasure associated with self abuse was irresistible to her early teenage self. The fact that her twin sister was forced to hear the horrible evidence had escaped her...Until now.

Effy smirked at her new friend and opened her mouth to speak, but Katie beat her to it

"Don't even think about commenting on THAT Stonem" she hissed

Effy laughed out loud then, something I had never actually heard her do before.

"OK Katie" she smiled "My lips are sealed" but she spoiled it with a raised eyebrow that made us all laugh out loud.

"Fuck it" Katie said forcefully. "I want this out of the way now"

I raised my eyebrow then and looked at my sister quizzically

Katie sighed deep and long and then straightened up in her seat, looking me directly in the eyes as she spoke.

"You've probably guessed it already, what with your fucking lezzer gaydar and all, but Effy and are more than just...friends" She stared at me, challenging me to mock her.

I looked again at Effy, who was regarding us both with a calculated smile on her face.

"More than friends?"` I said, not wanting to make this too easy for her. She had given me enough shit over the years over my sexual orientation, I had lots of sarcasm to catch up on. "You mean, you've kissed and stuff?"

I could see two expressions across from me. One was serene and unconcerned, the other was dark and explosive. No prizes for guessing which belonged to whom.

"Fuck off Emily" my twin barked "You know what I mean"

Too good to resist, I thought, worth prodding the angry bear one more time at least.

"You don't mean heavy petting too, Katie? I'm shocked. You could get a girl pregnant like that"

The explosion, when it came was epic. A true Katie Fitch tour de force.

"You BITCH" she screamed "What do you want, a blow by blow account of muff munching, you fucking lezzer twat"

I give her ten out of ten for lack of self awareness on that point. I certainly didn't need pointers on muff munching, Naomi and I were quite the experts in that field by now. And I don't think screaming at your lesbian twin sister about her sexuality really cuts it when you're sitting with your female lover, does it?

Effy coughed out a laugh at that statement, and Katie must have realised how ridiculous she was being because that was the extent of her volcanic temper for tonight.

"OK" she said quietly "I love her, right"

Now that WAS a show stopper, and I sat there with look on my face like a shop window mannequin. Blank and uncomprehending.

"You...love her?" I said stupidly, for want of anything else to add to the conversation.

Katie looked up at me, suddenly direct and almost pleading for understanding.

"Yeah. I love her. Deal with it"

"And you?"` I said, finally dragging my eyes away from my sisters gaze to look at Effy

"Me too" she said simply and reached over, covering my sisters hand with hers. Dare I say it, they looked fucking cute.

"Well that calls for a drink, yeah?" I laughed, raising my glass to them both. After a second or two's hesitation, two more half full glasses chinked against mine. I have no idea what we were toasting, but it just felt right. Effy, of course, had the right words.

"All lezzers together then" she chuckled

I saw Katie wince at that, and filed away the thought that she would take a while to get used to THAT particular label, but she drank to it anyway. Sisters, huh?

A/N

OK guys, that's all for now. I promise that the next chapter, apart from being long and involved, will feature actual plot action. I just thought our heroines needed some well deserved R and R. Poor Emily, interrupted self abuse is SO frustrating, huh? As if I know that...

Next chapter under way. Sorry about the delay. Christmas and all that. Guest performances from Cook, Johnny White and a certain Congolese French speaking guy who may or may not turn out to be as good a guy as he was in S3. (Don't know what the fuck happened to him in S4) What are you liking (if anything) about the Keffyness of this story? I wasn't certain that there would be any when I started, but it seemed to evolve. Glad that I avoided any Kemily? I am!

Although there may or may not be a flashback to a certain blue eyed blonde and Effy in the next chapter. They have history you know, and it always comes out, no?

Answers on a postcard, or preferably via that little button down there... you know the one that says review? Almost as much fun for me as that other little button that enjoys stimulation of a different kind. Ha ha ha