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Jeanne stood on the terrace looking at the New York skyline. They were so high up, they could look into the other boroughs. She stood there with a cocktail holding Eliza’s hand.
“Thanks for inviting me and Terrence,” she said to her sister.
Eliza squeezed her hand as a way of a response.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe who smiled and held up his phone.
“Is it okay if I use the image for Instagram?”
Eliza turned and looked at her husband and smiled broadly, before she looked at Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded.
“Thank you, you are the prettiest ladies here so I had to take a picture!”
He walked over to the two of them, his arm instantly going about Eliza’a waist. He thrust his phone at both of them. The picture only showed their silhouettes framed by the skyline and their held hands. The caption read:
rafehughes The loveliest two women here tonight, one happens to be my wife @elizamort—the loveliest woman of all!
Jeanne felt a tear come to her eye, as she gave Rafe back his phone and picked up hers to reply. She thrust her phone into his hands.
Rafe smiled, and showed the phone to Eliza who smiled back at him.
Jeanne had replied:
jeannembordeau You are the loveliest couple I know!!! <3
Terrence walked over to them, and Jeanne immediately pressed herself to him.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed against the shell of her ear.
Jeanne looked up at him on tiptoes, and he cradled her tulle covered backside in his hands. His body warm against hers, Jeanne wanted to be alone with him, but she knew they would have to wait.
It was much later in the back of the car home, Terrence’s hand burning between her legs like his cock would in moments, that she saw the picture of their tulle-filled embrace not on Rafe’s Instagram but under the hashtag for the party.
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Eliza had not been making a lot of public appearances, but this was a big one. She was not necessarily up for all of the festivities, but she wanted to support Rafe in his new role at his company. He had been a partner forever but now he was the CIO, and she was terribly proud of him.
She wanted to show him off, and decided to invite her sister and her boyfriend. Jeanne arrived and though she always looked elegant, she looked extraordinarily so and Terrence looked besotted beside her.
Eliza saw her own reflection with Rafe, and she felt that they looked like the most attractive couple there. But she had to admit that it was weird to see Terrence look at someone else the way he used to look at her, even more so to see him look at her sister like that.
Jeanne was flushed with pleasure, under his gaze and Eliza smiled at them.
Rafe was with her, and holding her hand and showing her off all night and Eliza loved that! But she kept an eye on the couple close to their side.
Terrence had his hand on the small of Jeanne’s back, and Jeanne looked up at him with adoring eyes. They looked picture perfect, Eliza could not help but note the soft eyes her sister placed on her—happy she had invited them to celebrate with them.
“Thank you again Eliza,” Jeanne said taking her hand, and the two of them in the reflection of the floor to ceiling windows gave Eliza shivers.
“Thank you for coming.”
Later it was Terrence who looked at Eliza with weary eyes. She had walked over to him when Jeanne went to the bathroom.
“Thank you for inviting us,” he said, and Eliza nodded.
She remembered having a fever for him, she also remembered letting him go because loving him hurt too much and made her think of things she did not want to think about. Lila, how she almost lost Rafe forever.
“Sure,” she said.
“I miss you Eliza, I miss being friends. Maybe someday…”
“Maybe,” she answered and walked away not wanting Jeanne to think she had cornered him.
Had she ever been friends with him really? Jeanne had been friends with him, and then more and it was fitting that Jeanne returned to him with her gloved hand and looked up at him like the fairy princess.
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Harry backed up against the wall, his hands settled on Damaris’s hips. She looked in his eyes, and kissed his neck over and over, chewing on his skin which aroused him beyond arousal.
“You have always been so nice to me, no one else…would be like you are being to me. If they saw me,” she said nibbling on his neck.
“Everything I know about you is something that someone told me. That is why I asked you to tell me your story,” he replied, pulling her hips to him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and licked his neck where she has nibbled. His hands moved from her hips and cradled her breasts. She felt warm and soft, like she was melting in his hands. The scent of sandalwood on her body and around her made him want more from her. His kisses all over her body turned to bites, and she asked him harder, harder.
“Draw blood, I need to feel it harder,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Harry wanted to bite her, but he knew the primal way he felt he could lose his mind and he did not want to do that. He was so hard, he knew he had to be inside her quickly—there was no time to wait.
“Get on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
“Let me put it on you,” she said as she rolled on her side, and took condoms out of the drawer beside the bed. “I know how to do it without my hands.”
“No, maybe you can show me that another time.”
Damaris handed him the condom, and she touched herself. She was still wet and he could hear the clicking of her wetness as she played with herself. He heard the wetness of her break when he thrust into her. She looked into his eyes, and looked so vulnerable as she caressed his body, kissed his chest and moved under him like she was greedy for everything even though he was giving it to her.
“Harder,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need it harder to believe it.”
Harry stopped altogether, and looked at her. Her eyes were wet and vulnerable.
He kissed her.
“I can barely keep my hands off of you, I want to grind you through this bed, but I also want to savor you. Let me do this the way I want to, I know what I am doing—you have seen that.” Damaris nodded, and he entered her again. He grabbed her breasts, and she arched up but he smacked her hip so she would not move. “Spread your legs wider.”
She looked at him and spread her legs wider, putting her hands between her legs and opened herself up to him. She looked like a flower, and he thrusted in and out of her until he felt her wrap her arms about him and she moved with him. He felt that she was having sex with him finally and not trying to manipulate him with her body.
Harry pulled her close to him. Her body melted against his, and he felt himself melt with her.
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Jeanne picked up roses for her apartment, on the way to dinner with Karys. She was mildly tipsy because she has been drinking wine for so long with her sister, but she was happy that that had happened.
Karys stood up to kiss her, and they both sat down.
“So?” she asked, and took a sip of her wine. “How did things go with Eliza?”
“Fine,” Jeanne answered. “We drank a lot of wine, and we talked and everything was fine. We are supposed to have brunch in a few weeks. She is going to Paris with her new husband.”
“I know, I read it in the daily news.”
Jeanne smiled, Karys did not know who her sister was until she had told her but she followed her the same way that she had before they were even knew they were sisters. Eliza and Rafe were not in the news all of the time, but they were there enough that they seemed like celebrities.
“I saw it in the paper too, but Eliza told me the details today while we were together.”
“Like a sister.”
“Like a sister.”
“I guess she will take my place, you will go to all of her events and be with her and get caught up in her life and I won’t see you anymore. Last supper?”
“Not a chance, not even if you wanted it!”
Karys was not her closest thing to a sister anymore, but she was her best friend without a doubt. They had been best friends forever, even including a brief period when they were exploring their sexuality and tried each other on for size. They realized that was not who they were. They were just the best of friends and would always be. Their level of intimacy did not need to include anything more than that.
“Good!”
“You should meet Eliza, we all have to plan something. We have to start mixing worlds, and I told her all about you and Sabrina. So we will all meet. I am supposed to meet her friends too. I already know her husband so…”
“Sure it will be nice to meet her.”
Nodding, Jeanne wondered what it would be like to merge their worlds. What it was going to be like to expand their worlds?
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Eliza felt it had been enough time, enough time that she had spent brooding and Oscar made her realize that she definitely wanted to try to make up with Jeanne. She was not sure if Jeanne was going to want to even talk to her, after the scene that she had made at the bar.
But Jeanne surprised her.
She arrived at the cafe where they first met, and she had her hair up and wore her glasses. Jeanne also wore glasses, and had her hair up. They giggled when they saw each other. Jeanne got up from the table, and Eliza was not sure if they were going to hug each other or not. Eliza walked over to her, and curtly kissed her cheek.
Jeanne kissed her back in the same manner, adjusted her glasses and gave her a wan smile.
Eliza sat down, and as soon as she did the waitress walked over with a glass of the wine that she has always loved when she was there. She smiled at the waitress, and raised her glass to Jeanne.
“Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know that we did not end on good terms.”
“You are my sister, I was not a prize that night either. I did not have to flaunt my relationship…”
“I am happily married Jeanne, it should not matter to me. You are my sister, that is what should matter. Can we start over again? Can we try to start over again?”
Eliza studied Jeanne, whose face did not go hard but pensive.
“My mother was like my sister,” Jeanne paused and before she continued, Eliza noticed whenever Jeanne was emotional her accent became very French. “But she was still my mom, and I have very close female friends and as close as we are I am not sure I ever thought about them like sisters. I am sure I have room in my heart for a sister. It would be the star on top of all of my female relationships right now.”
Eliza smiled, and felt her eyes water. Jeanne wiped a stray tear.
“I already love you Eliza, I spent all of this time with you, before this all…” Jeanne waved her hand absently, and picked up her wine. “You’re my blood.”
Eliza picked up her own wine, and clinked it with Jeanne’s.
“I love you too,” she said and meant it.
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Harry felt lonely, and that was something that he never really felt. He understood why Sabrina had gone to London, and he was okay with it. But she went away a lot, and he was not one to keep her from doing what she wanted to do…but it did mean that he was alone in the couple they were in a lot.
He knew that he was allowed to do what he wanted to do. Sabrina told him everything that she did, and he had even been involved in a foursome with her, Carole and Gui.
He remembered Carole. He had been startled when she died as well. She had been stunning, there was something about her eyes that made you want to look at her. Her sister had the same thing, maybe that was why when Damaris watched him and Sabrina have sex he did not mind. Maybe he was hypnotized by them, and she looked so much like Carole.
She felt familiar.
When Harry went to the neighborhood bar that night, he was not expecting to find a familiar set of eyes. But there was Damaris, wearing a dress that meant that she wanted to be seen and she sat with her legs crossed in a come-hither fashion. She looked at him, a mildly sardonic smile on her face but he was pretty sure that it was just for show.
She got up and walked over to him. When she stood in front of him, Harry’s smile was heavily sardonic. Some of these people saw him here every night almost with Sabrina—what were they going to think of this?
“Do you have a light?” she asked and leaned toward him.
“You cannot smoke in a New York City bar,” he said to her, picking up a book of matches from the bar. “You have to go outside with it.”
“Are you going to be a gentleman and come with me?”
He followed her outside.
“It might rain,” she said, as he lit her cigarette.
“You caused a hell of shit storm in London, I would think a bit of rain would not bother you in the least.”
Damaris smiled.
“Of course it was my fault, right? A woman can tell when she is not wanted. When she is being used. But it is easy to be fooled when you think you are in love.”
Harry studied Damaris, her damp eyes still were hypnotic but sad at the same time.
He caressed her cheek.
“Do you want to tell me your side of the story?”
“I do not want to talk anymore.”
Was it more of a turn on to walk away from the window of the bar, have the strangers inside and the regulars wonder where he was going with the sexy stranger with the accent? Was that what made him follow her?
“I am staying up the street…” she said walking ahead of him, and he could not keep his eyes off of her body. She knew exactly what you do to keep you looking at her. He looked at the hotel up the street and took her hand. He and Sabrina at times had pondered going there, so they could role play.
The inside smelled like sandalwood, which mirrored Damaris’ perfume. When they walked into her room, she pulled her dress over her head.
“This is how I talk,” she said, slipping her fingers between her legs and smearing her wetness over her belly for him to see…
…her language.
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Jeanne fanned her face softly, as she got in the back of her car. She was overheated, after her interview with Maddie Stone especially since she and Maddie went out after. Maddie told her her desires like she was reading her tarot cards.
Maddie did not know anything specific, but she told her things that made it hard for Jeanne not to get heated. For Jeanne not to think about Terrence, she missed him.
She had not meant to hurt Eliza, by getting involved with Terrence. She was seeing Mal at the time it was not something that she had planned. But she and Terrence had shared experiences—-because of Eliza–that it was hard for them not to get deeply involved.
Jeanne opened her car window, because the heat in it was making her inflamed. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, she knew that she was aroused enough that she could have made herself have an orgasm if she pressed her thighs together. If she pressed them together just the right way, she would come.
But she was not going to do that—she was waiting for a sweeter reward.
The reward of Terrence.
She stopped in front of his apartment building, and looked up at his building. He waited for her at his door. He pulled her into a tight embrace when she got up to his floor and she kissed him with desperate longing. She would not let go of him and when she finally did, she rubbed his stomach eyes locked with his.
She could not keep her hands off of him.
She took in his scent, pulled unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and he put this hands over hers.
“I want you,” she said softly, her eyes still locked with his.
He pulled her up against him, and her feet off of the floor she wrapped her leg about his.
One of the favorite themes in porn was when the man was in control. When he was aggressive, and made the woman know that he wanted her. When she told him that she wanted him, he was not shy at all about letting her know that he wanted her as well.
Porn was sexy, but with Terrence was sexier. His warm body against hers was sexier.
If Eliza had this now with Rafe, how could she be mad at her for wanting this with Terrence? How could anyone begrudge anyone for wanting this?
Just Terrence on top of her was enough, she could just have him on top of her forever…
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A tune played in her head, and Eliza did not know the song title. It was a song that she, Terrence and Jeanne had sung tipsily while at the cafe the first time she and Jeanne had met.
It had been a good night, and before her accident, she had been so happy at her solo apartment after what she would thought be her final breakup from Rafe, being with Terrence and having Jeanne as a friend. Even the quick transition to sisters after had been okay, and falling in love with Rafe again.
Now, living in their new apartment and married, she was terribly happy. The strength of her love for Rafe had floored her. She always knew she wanted to marry him, and now she knew why.
But did she want her sister back? Blood was thicker than water, she did not care about Terrence, but Jeanne? Should they try to make amends?
Eliza picked up the phone, still humming that nameless song and called the only person she knew would always be there for her.
“Mrs. Hughes? How are you!”
Eliza felt her face warm, as she took in her new salutation.
“Oscar?”
“Where do you want to meet?”
Eliza was still on leave and trying to factor in work she could do from home. It was the post-traumatic stress disorder that was worse than her physical pain from the accident. Oscar took her in, and hugged her for a very long time.
He pulled out a chair for her, and studied her.
“You look happy,” he said finally.
“Yes,” she smiled.
“Marriage agrees with you,” he noted.
“Maybe.”
He took her hand, and she studied him in return.
“How are you?”
“I am okay, Sally…” She squeezed his hand. His ex had reentered his life, and it had been a nonstop ferris wheel from what he told her. “Why did you want to see me?”
“Besides from getting married, have I changed? Jeanne said Rafe told her I had changed but everyone changes. I was wondering if I should try to bring her back, try to be a sister. To be sisters again. I don’t know…”
“Do you miss her? Do you want her back in your life?”
The nameless song still in her head and on her tongue, made her remember a time when she enjoyed being with Jeanne.
Her sister.
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“I was distracted by your reflection under the picture of the pretty woman — you are prettier.”
Damaris smiled at the man who she saw walk over from the bar, and hand her a glass of what he clearly guessed she was drinking.
“Good line,” she said, as he sat down next to her.
He was sitting beside her moments later at the AirBnb she was staying at in Brooklyn. She had had enough of Paris and its beauty, and being confused for her dead sister.
People sometimes looked at her like she was an apparition, and sometimes she believed she was.
The guy beside her, she did not know his name—was not necessary for the function he served for the night. But that did not mean that she was not going to give him something to remember. He squirmed underneath her, as she gave him a meaningful hand job.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he whimpered, and she laughed.
He wanted to come inside her, and she would let him. But she knew she was dextrous, and her hand skills would drive him crazy.
She wanted to test his stamina.
His hips bucked, and he finally placed her on his lap.
Damaris looked at him with innocent eyes.
“You are a very bad girl,” he noted.
“Are you going to punish me?”
She saw his white teeth glow in the dim room.
“Do you want me to punish you?”
She nodded vigorously, and slipped his loosened belt from around him before she pulled up her skimpy dress which she wore nothing underneath and offered her bare backside to him. He got behind her and she felt him press himself between her cheeks.
“No, the belt first…” she urged him.
He playfully tapped her a few times with it, but she was having none of it.
“Hit me!” she commanded.
And when he did hit her with force, she felt tears come to her eyes and she came with such a force of her own she was pretty sure she almost lost consciousness.
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