‘Lil ’Sis, Part 1

As they drove up to the club, Rebecca couldn’t help but to feel nervous. Not only were she and Jessica taking a chance at spurring Sarah’s wrath at Rebecca’s underage clubbing, but this was the first time she’d been someplace like this, and she was feeling a little sick to her stomach from the anticipation of doing something wrong or childish. She worried desperately that she would do or say something that would give her away for the thing that she really was. Jessica sat in the driver’s seat all calm and smooth, the epitome of confidence in the face of a night of uncertainty and possible humiliation.

Jessica, for her part, was worried. Sarah would kill her if she let anything happen to her little sister. Plus, she was determined to show Becca a good time, to try and get her mind off of the fact that Sarah once again had a relationship and she did not. Sarah would never forgive her if the result of their night of clubbing was a drunken one night stand, and Jessica was reasonably sure that she was not okay with that eventuality herself. However, she wanted Rebecca to feel incredibly sexy and to have her confidence bolstered. So Jessica’s compromise to herself was that she would take Rebecca somewhere she was reasonably safe from leaving the club with some random guy but still be hit on with a fair degree of frequency: a gay club.

Rebecca at first hadn’t been too sure of the idea of going out, but after a little pushing, she had allowed herself to be persuaded to accompany Jessica out because “she was getting pretty damn stir-crazy” ever since Miranda had left her when she lost her medical license. Jessica had bought them both several dozen outfits, and had made Rebecca try on every single one in every conceivable combination before she was satisfied that they were both sexy enough. Rebecca, for her part, wasn’t too crazy about exposing as much skin as most of the outfits were designed for, but finally she agreed with a combination of clothes that she was reasonably sure wouldn’t get her arrested if she were seen in public with them on.

Jessica was wearing a red cap sleeve lace corset top and a scandalously short blue-jean miniskirt with loose black leather chaps that came up to the hem of her skirt. Her black leather boots were studded around the sole and looked as though they were studded on the sides as well, though one couldn’t be sure, as her chaps were covering the upper portion of her boots. Rebecca, to her own surprise, had been convinced to wear a black leather top with a square sheer panel that showed almost everything she had, along with a pair of black leather drop-side pants, which revealed several inches of skin on one hip and a black g-string with a silver butterfly in the back showing for the whole world to see. She wasn’t sure how she’d been roped into wearing something a slutty as this, but she was sure of one thing: no one was going to mistake her for a little girl in this getup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noted that she looked like a sluttier version of Selene from Underworld, and she was pretty damn sure that she liked it. A lot. Not to mention that her boots were an almost exact match for those that Selene had worn in the movie. She’d wanted a pair of boots like these ever since Sarah and taken her to go see it last year, and here Jessica located a pair with apparently little effort. Why hadn’t she thought of that before?

On top of all that, Jessica had taken her to a salon where she’d gotten dark purple highlights, which made Rebecca to gasp in pleasure. She loved her hair like this, all wavy and demure. She’d immediately gone back home and grabbed a feather-on-thong extension, which she had Jessica change the color of to match her new highlights, and then tied it into her hair. Jessica had kept her hair pretty much the same, though she somehow affected a shimmer on it so that it reflected light in colorful ways.

Rebecca was jolted out of her thoughts when Jessica pulled into a parking space a couple of blocks from the club. Getting out, the two huddled together against the cold and walked the few blocks to stand in the relatively short line outside the club. When they finally made it inside after about twenty-five minutes of stamping and rubbing each other's numb limbs in the freezing cold, they hustled into the warm and loud interior of the club. Making her way through the crowd, Jessica led Rebecca to the bar and ordered an appletini for the two of them. Jessica caught Rebecca’s surprised look and laughed, moving her mouth close to her ear so that she could hear her without Jessica having to shout over the music.

“We’re at a club, Becca. You gotta have at least one drink, or you’ll look suspicious.” Seeing the relaxed look on her face, she quickly added, “But don’t think you’re getting drunk. One’s all you get, missy. Okay?”

Rebecca nodded and grinned, carefully picking up the martini glass the bartender had just placed before her by the stem, making sure she didn’t spill it as she brought it to her mouth to give it a cautious sip. Surprisingly, it was better than she’d expected it to be, as it was very smooth going down, as opposed to the swill she’d snuck from Spike’s flagon that one time. She wasn’t too much of a fan of the sour apple aspect of the drink, but overall it was potable. She gave Jessica a slight grin as she went ahead and took another sip.

They hadn’t been standing there for more than two minutes before a very pretty redhead walked over and smiled at her, decidedly ignoring Jessica as she asked Rebecca if she could buy her a real drink. Rebecca was about to answer when Jessica stepped between them and hissed like a cat. The woman backed off, but not before calling her a bitch. Turning back to her, Rebecca could see the big, satisfied grin on Jessica’s face as she leaned in again to talk into her ear. “You’ve got to watch out for cougars, Becca, unless you want to end up as sushi tonight.” Rebecca could practically hear the hum in her friend’s voice against her ear, and couldn’t help but to be intrigued by the notion that she’d almost been picked up—and by a woman, no less!

The imagery Jessica had used caused her to blush deeply, which embarrassed the hell out of her because she was sure that her friend could see it as close to her neck as she was, even though the lighting was low and ranged across the spectrum of colors. Looking over at her, she could see that the shimmer in her hair caused a sort of halo effect around the older girl, as though part of her aura was visible to the naked eye, and was announcing that she was hunting.

The thought amused Rebecca: the thought that Jessica, the woman who was like a big sister to her, was actually on the prowl for sex tonight, and was doing so in front of Rebecca. Up until this moment, Rebecca had been shielded from this aspect of Jessica’s sexuality, though she had experienced secondhand the relationship side with both Beth and Miranda. But here, in the real world, she could see the hunger in her eyes as Jessica scanned the room with the intelligence of a tactician and the intent of a lioness towards her prey.

It thrilled her to get to see this part of her, and Rebecca felt as if she were catching a glimpse of the verboten, the taboo placed upon her by her overprotective sister to shut her out of all things adult. This thought had Rebecca’s mind racing, and she felt that if she didn’t share at least some part of what she was thinking and feeling, she was going to explode.

“Jess!” The redhead turned her attention back to Rebecca as she leaned her head in, this time proffering her ear to her instead of moving her mouth toward the other girl’s. “I just wanted to thank you for bringing me here!” she gushed, trying to find the right words without sounding like a complete idiot.

Jessica just smiled at her and listened as Rebecca continued. “I mean, this place is great! If it wasn't for you, I'd be at home alone with my vib--" she cut off there, realizing too late what it was she'd just admitted to, and to Jess, no less! What was in these drinks, anyway?

Jessica--who had, at that very moment, decided to take a sip of her own drink--choked on her appletini as it went down the wrong way in her surprise. Becca had a vibrator? Perversely, she wondered for a moment what color it was, before she mentally slapped herself. Bad Jessica! Bad, bad, bad!

Rebecca saw Jessica's thoughtful grin and felt like she could die right there. She was about to reply when movement of to her right caught her eye, and she turned just in time to see a tall, curvaceous blonde making her way to the duo, heedlessly walking through dancing pairs as though they didn't exist. As she walked up, she gave Rebecca a quick grin and then stepped over to Jessica to bring her into a deep, knee-jello-ing kiss, using one hand to cup her ass while the other jerked up Jessica's miniskirt and sensually rubbed her crotch through her panties.

Rebecca, dumbstruck, watched as they continued pawing each other. She wasn't quite sure, but she thought she saw a finger disappear, though the way that Jessica moaned and ground against her hand told Rebecca that she was probably right. After what seemed like half an hour, Jessica and the blonde split apart. From the look on Jessica's face, Rebecca could tell that she really hadn't noticed the spectators that had started to gather.

Catching her breath, Jessica tried to ignore all of the leering men and women (even the gay guys had gotten hot watching those two go at it) and said in a barely audible voice, "So, you saw my status update?"

Grinning as she wiped the corner of her mouth with the knuckle of her thumb, the blonde woman (for there was no way that she could be called a mere girl, Rebecca realized) ignored her question and turned to Rebecca, giving her a wide, dazzling smile. "So, who's your friend?" she asked, still talking to Jessica.

Jessica stepped over to Rebecca's side, edging in front of her a bit protectively. "This is Rebecca, my best friend's little sister."

The blonde stepped in close, circumventing Jessica to place a hand on Rebecca's hip, trailing her fingers over her bare hip and hooking a finger in her g-string, resting it on the hipbone that ever so slightly protruded from Rebecca's thin frame. "I'm Meagan," she hummed in Rebecca's ear. "It's very nice to meet you, little sis." All Rebecca could do was blush and swallow hard against the really good sensations coming from Meagan's roving hand. Meagan smiled knowingly back at her and turned back to Jessica, who was frowning, if only slightly. "So, you wanna have some fun tonight?"

"I can't leave Becca high and dry, Meg. Tonight's supposed to be about her," Jessica replied plaintively, the reluctance visible on her face.

"That's even better. You know how much I love being watched. Maybe we can even get little sis low and wet. . ." Meagan trailed off, grinning at the reaction she was getting from both girls.

"I-I never. . ." Rebecca began, not really able to form a complete sentence with her mind jumbled up like it was.

"I-she-she never," Jessica said at the same time, obviously having the same problem. Finally, it looked like she got enough control over herself to blurt out, "But she's Becca!"

Right, like that made sense to a complete stranger. It appeared that Meagan, however, having known Jessica long enough to get her thought/speech patterns, frowned. "Okay then, I guess I'll see you around. . ."

Rebecca watched as Jessica's eyes tracked Meagan's retreat back into the main crowd on the floor, crestfallen. She didn't want to be the cause of the further spiraling into depression that Jessica seemed to be going through lately. Jessica cared enough about Rebecca to try and cheer her up--wasn't it Rebecca's prerogative to do the same? And goddesses know how happy Jessica is after she gets laid.

Gathering up her nerves, Rebecca stepped over and leaned over to her ear so that she could be heard. "Jess, go ahead! We both know you want to!"

Jessica's face hardened in stubborn resolve as she crossed her arms. "I'm not leaving you!"

Stricken, Rebecca knew that Jessica would not back down on this one. Lightening-quick, she shifted her world-view slightly and made a big, big, HUGE snap-decision. "Okay, then. Fine. I'll go with you."

Jessica's jaw dropped in astonishment for about two milliseconds before it was moving again, words and objections spewing forth like water from a hydrant. Rebecca held up her hand and immediately Jessica stopped talking, her eyes still wide with disbelief. "Now, are you going to get her, or am I?"