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(Re)Finding our own path
(Re)Finding our own path
Chapter 1 – July 11, 2013
Previously
The sexy dean closed the door behind her and re-entered the kitchen.
«Uh… Want to stay here for dinner?» she asked her sister, just to try not to think about how badly she wanted to stay with Tina right at that moment.
«Sure, it sounds like a plan» Kit replied. «I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back»
The woman made her way across the hallway and approaching the bathroom, which was right in front of the bedroom, she noticed something strange in the room. «What the fu —», she whispered and then raised her voice «What the fuck happened in here!?» she stated, looking at the books on the floor.
Bette heard her sister. «Shit!»
Busted.
That’s what Bette thought as she heard her sister.
She quickly ran forward her and tried to look as calm as she could.
«What?»
«Can you explain this mess, baby sis?»
Dang! She couldn’t say she just had sex with Tina.
Awesome and mind-blowing sex.
She almost left herself daydreaming at that thought and Kit noticed it.
She composed herself, «Huh, well… I couldn’t find one of my paperworks, I was sure I left it in here, on the bed. I freaked out… yes, I freaked out and I threw the books all over the floor»
«And why was Tina here?» Kit frowned. «In the bedroom»
She scratched her neck, nervously. «Actually, she was helping me find it»
«Listen, baby girl. I know you… You’re my sister and I know when something is going on with you. So stop bullshit me and tell me what’s going on»
Bette didn’t say anything. She looked down, then gazed at her.
Kit sighed. «I don’t know, excactly, what’s happening… but I truly hope you know what you’re doing»
«Don’t worry, Kit. I have everything under control.»
«Yeh, yeh… keep saying to yourself that, baby girl.»
The two sisters had dinner together, that night.
The thought of Tina kept roaming around her head. And the fact tha she couldn’t be with her, be truly with her, as they always dreamt about, killed her.
In the middle of the night, the brunette woke up in her own bed.
Someone was sleeping in the spot, next to her.
But she wasn’t -that- one.
Jodie came up at the house later that night. But They didn’t have sex.


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