Liz and I came back to the car. She looks calmer now, and I also feel the same. It is like a weight we have put down.
Liz is not smiling, but her calm looks more true than before. There are no trace of tears on her face anymore, and it almost seems like there are no more traces of them on her heart too.
The car moves along the beach. Liz is looking outside while I rest my head on her shoulder. The shaking of the car should have lulled me into an enjoyable calm, but when I shake with its movements while looking at the two seats in front of me, shaking in my sight, the image of the accident came back to my mind.
I close my eyes, and try to think about the seaside city instead.
"Max, what's wrong?"
I feel her hand on mine which is holding her, and that is when I realize that I'm holding her tighter. I shake my head and open my eyes, but she shifts my head toward the beach.
"Look at the sea, don't look forward. I'm here with you."
I feel warm inside, because she seems to know what is going on even though I said nothing. I smile, and I can feel Liz smile at me as she palms my cheek to keep me from looking at the seats in front.
I hold her arm closer and I look outside. The blue of the sea is like the white of the clouds. It is the same as my past life. I suddenly feel like enjoying the beach. I suddenly want to overwrite the memory in my mind with something newer.
We arrive at the hotel, and after paying the fare. After registering, we go to our room. It is a simple suite, but its design makes it feel spacious. It has a window facing the west where the afternoon sun is streaming in from, at the same time as the beauty of the wide sea.
The freshness the salty air is bringing makes me smile. I pull down my zipper and turn to Liz.
"I will go take a shower."
"I will join you inside soon."
I nod at her, then I leave her with our luggage. I let my dress fall to the ground and I walk away with only my panties on. Actually, I leave it on the floor at the door before I go inside the bathroom, and I'm sure Liz is shaking her head at my behavior. But I'm feeling freer in my heart, so I feel like letting myself go. Though I sigh when I look at my bandaged leg. It is such a killjoy.
I run a bath, and I carefully clean myself. I am halfway done when Liz arrives. The first thing she does is check whether I am taking care of my wound. Then she undresses herself and uses the shower under my envious gaze.
The water running through the hair, over the skin, and from top to bottom. My eyes go the curves I'm starting to envy once again.
My envy is not hidden, and Liz smiles at me when she sees it. I bite my lip, and because Liz does not have to be careful when showering, she finishes at the same time as I do, and she laughs at me.
"Since you are so envious, I will let you wipe me dry. What do you say? At the same time, I will wipe you dry, and remind myself of when I was small like you. Hahaha."
That… that is an insult. She is looking down on me. I glare at her. When I use the towel to wipe her dry, I squeeze both her breast and her butt.
She laughs, but in between, let out ambiguous sounds. I snort to myself, but she retaliates. And even though I am small, I am sensitive, a little too sensitive.
My developing nipples in the middle of areolas on the larger side stand up on my chest. Liz laughs and squeezes them.
"Anh~"
"Hehe~"
Her victorious smile doesn't sit well with me, so I push her out of the bathroom, and straight onto the only bed in the room.
She doesn't resist, and she keeps laughing, but not for long. I let go of one side of the towel that has been the obstacle on my way, and I take her breast in my mouth. This time, it is not to suckle, but to bite, and to leave hickeys on it.
Liz tries to continue laughing, but while she is not my kind of hypersensitive, I remember her nipple hardening in my mouth the past week we slept together.
I bite at her nipple in the middle of a faint areola, then go down to run my teeth over her underboob.
"Anh~ Max, what are you doing~?"
Her question was exhaled in-between moans. Even as she talks, she holds the back of my head, and I smile like a small fox.
I continue down while leaving traces on her skin, and I don't even think she realizes, but she spreads her legs to give me better access, and she jolts when I lick the small knob that was already hard at her crotch.
Before she can react, I kiss her. This is kind of my first kiss, and its taste suddenly came to me as a first experience.
"Hn~!!!"
Liz's voice and her reflex of pushing my head down snap me out of my daze. I raise my head up and smile at her big-sister-composure that has flown out of the window as she arches her back and raises her chest. It is like she is presenting a plate of big white cakes with vivid-colored strawberries.
I catch them and fiddle with them, while I return to continuing my first kiss.
Liz can't think anymore. She only keeps moaning. The taste of her fluid makes my heart race as I push my tongue in her cave. Everytime I twirl it, it is like I'm playing with an instrument. I make Liz move to my whims.
She jumps, she shakes, she trembles, but throughout all of that, she doesn't try to fight back. The torture is enjoyable, and she needs it.
I free one hand from the cakes above and bring it to keep company to her clitoris.
I'm happy I'm a woman, like her, and I know how to eat her out.
Her cries grow with time, as I kiss the lips outside and I snake into her wet cave with my tongue. She keeps shaking with each loud moan until I feel her tremble from deep within. I pinch her nipple and her clit at the same time, and I press my tongue against the point I have found on the wet inner wall of her cave before I vacuumed her fiercely.
When she froze, I was afraid for a moment, before she let it all out. Everything she has been holding in. The sadness, the pain, the grief, even the strength she has forcefully held herself up with for me.
It is like I can taste all of that in the liquid she is squirting in my mouth. And it refuses to stop coming out. It is like a challenge against the vacuum I have created to pump everything out. But I like challenges.
I let go, then pinch the two fleshy knobs between my fingers more fiercely, and this time, my sister comes undone.
"MAX~!!!"