Sisters by chance - The beginning

Graduation

Sofia's POV

It's packed with people outside of the school. Loud music is playing and everyone is waiting expectantly for the principal to start calling the classes so that they can run out to their waiting relatives. We stand together with grandma and grandpa, cousins, aunts, and uncles. All with balloons, flowers, and other trinkets and stuffed animals to hang around Hannah's neck. Mom holds the sign with Hannah's picture and name on it. In the picture, she is about two years old and bathing in a bathtub. She has foam all over her hair and face like a mustache. I'm also in the picture really, but have been cut off! Today is, after all, Hannah's day. After an eternity in the scorching sun trying to protect the girls, the principal comes out and gives a short speech to the large crowd. He talks about life, about expectations, about how these young people should take over the world and never forget where it all began, here, now! Completely cheesy and a lot of bullshit if you ask me but believing is nice and won't hurt anyone, so! Class, after class, is called out and runs out to the cheers of the crowd! Hannah's class is second to last. She comes stumbling out with her classmates around her. Reddish in the face of alcohol, warmth, and joy. She hugs her friends and waves vivaciously to us. The pride of my little sister swells in my chest, she is so beautiful! Mom cries tears of joy over her little girl. When Hannah reaches us through the sea of people, I'm the first to hug her. I hang a large, stuffed, chestnut brown bear around her neck. Hanna's absolute favorite animal. She hugs it hard before I am shoved to the side to make room for everyone else who wants to come forward. After Hannah has been thoroughly congratulated and photographed, Dad decides that ‘that’s it, and collects Hannah and her friends and literally pushes them onto the wagon. People have walked away to wherever they think is the best place to observe the parade of wagons, cars, trucks, and other transports possible. Everybody wants to attend the celebrations. The music is loud and the police are watching through their fingers, this entire tradition of partying on moving objects with a crowd cheering on is not totally safe. We stay to see the first two laps of celebration around town before we drive home to welcome all the guests who will soon show up in our garden. 

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It’s been hours. In the garden, a comfortable mingling takes place between all guests. Grandma sits despite the heat with a thin blanket over her shoulders in the shade. The drinks disappear like butter in the sunshine and everyone has a good time while they wait! I lie on my stomach with June, May, and our cousin Elly on the lawn in the sun surrounded by paper and crayons. So far I have drawn everything they want. Flowers, cats, ballerinas, everything! So now it's up to the girls to color. I sketch on a wolf. A large one with gray fur. The coat shimmers in blue. It stands and howls classically against the moon. Wolves are beautiful animals, dangerous of course but, beautiful and mysterious. Down here in the southern parts of the country there are no flocks. But in the north, it is much more common. A few weeks ago, a lone wolf was apparently seen a few miles from here. The thought is quite scary and makes me shudder when I think about it. I've heard about wolves taking sheep, what if they take children? But at the same time, it would have been so cool to see one. A sudden shadow over me draws me back to reality from my pondering.

“So, Miss artist! When does the party start?" I recognize the voice and when I turn my head and look over my shoulder, a smiling Erik stands over me.

"Now!" I say and give him a cocky smile. He has dressed up for the occasion and is standing over me in a white shirt, the top two buttons are unbuttoned. He has gray jeans and a mischievous smile on his face that reaches those heavenly blue eyes. I roll over on my back still under him and between his legs.

He raises questioning eyebrows and grinned. I mime "Pervert" with my lips and hit him on the knees laughing "Help me up you!"

"Sure," he says with a grin. He takes my hands and pulls me up to a hug “So, your sister is not here yet. We have time to have some fun before she appears”. He's sensitive enough to whisper the words. At the same time, he caresses small circles on my lower back. He scowls when I start laughing "What?" He asks, annoyed. 

“As if! Everyone here would notice if I disappeared, have you met my grandmother? I swear she was a spy in a past life!” “Just a little quickie, pretty please!” Whines Erik with a twinkle in his bright eyes. I know he is faking, this is a part of our routine. Erik likes the chase, and I like giving it to him!

A small voice interrupts us.

“Erik, Look! Sofia has drawn me a ballerina. You have to help me with the tutu. Come!” Erik peers down at my sister's enthusiastic expression. “Saved by a Bell” I laugh and give him a peck on the cheek before I go to help put out a few more snacks. May takes Erik's hand in hers and pulls him down to the ground. His somewhat tormented face lets me know that I possibly have to make it up to him later.

When Hannah finally arrives, it's half past three in the afternoon. Hannah is drunk and tired, her eyelids are heavy. Before mom can put her claws into her. I apologize to some relatives and drag her up to her room. "Take half an hour, I'm guarding!" She nods, yawns loudly, and falls down among the pillows with a small “Thank you”. I lie down next to her, I'm not particularly tired but take the opportunity to rest anyway. Hannah snores softly. She really is cute. My thoughts float to Erik, I wonder if we could sneak away after dinner?

After half an hour, I have to wake Hannah up. She washes her face so we can put new make-up on. After that, I check her hair and then myself before we are ready to go down. “You look nice, sis!” She says gazing at me through the mirror and giving me a hug from behind.

“I know! You too darling!” I reply with a kiss on her cheek. Down in the garden, Hannah is met by more hugs. The gift table is full and you can really see how it itches in her fingers. Mom has served the food and encourages everyone to eat immediately, so the food won't spoil in the heat. The evening goes exactly as we had hoped, everyone is eating, drinking and having fun. Mom is praised for all her work and, she sucks it all in like a sponge. She totally forgets that she has received lots of help! And tells anyone and everyone about all the time she spent on napkins and floral decorations.  

As the hour passes, families with children and the elderly go home. Mom went inside with the "little ones" a long time ago. Dad sleeps in a deck chair, the music roars and, I'm drunk having a blast dancing! Hannah dances with Laura, Sam, and Max. They came just in time for the cake, Max's little brother Michael also graduated today. Michael is at the moment on the lawn with his girlfriend underneath. He's got his tongue down her throat and seems totally oblivious to the world. Erik puts his hands on my hips, following them as I sway them to the music. I giggle when he traces over my hips and my behind, pulling up my dress some. He slumped down into a chair and pulled me firmly down on his lap. He breathed heavily and slurred in my ear. “I wanna f**k you so bad!” My head is spinning, the night is still warm. And once again, life feels wonderful and carefree. Erik mumbles with his face buried against my neck and shoulders. I can feel how he grows under me and, all inhibitions are blown away. I grind confidently against him and smile when I hear him grunt. I turn around, straddling him. My fingers find his hair, I move my hips teasing him. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling. I get up and take his hands in mine. Despite the drunkenness, he quickly grasps what’s about to happen and gets up swaying.

He follows me down to a corner of the garden. “Nobody will see us here!” I giggled, pulling his hands and stumbling a bit. My hands feel clumsy and, my fingers do not really obey, I giggle again over my inability to unbutton his pants when we reach the far end of the corner. His hot mouth is pressed against my lips and, I open up for his tongue. He is impatient and unbuttons his own pants instead and, my fingers search through his sandy blonde hair. With his trousers at his ankles, he holds my neck tightly with one of his hands. With the other, he finds his way under my skirt.

His fingers quickly find the edge of my panties and, he abruptly inserts a finger into me. My honeypot is wet and ready. This is not our first time together and, the time for foreplay is long gone. Erik and I have been to and from for months. My hands have found their way inside his boxers and, I’m caressing his member. He loves when I give his balls some extra attention. My fingers are clumsy but, he still gasps into my mouth. Without warning, he turns me over and pushes me up against a tree, I spread my legs. He fumbles with his boxers pulling them down. He brings my panties to the side exposing me to the summer night. His fingers work in and out of me. I feel him hard at my entrance, it's my turn to grunt. With his hand on my hips, he swiftly pushed inside me pumping hard without hesitation. Through the excitement and the alcohol, I suddenly get an uncomfortable feeling. It is like I am being observed. I shake my head in an attempt to shake off the notion. But it remains and forces me to sober up. Erik is still pumping and moans heavily. He grips tight on my hip and, one of his hands gathers my hair and holds me by it. The action forced my head back. Through the obscurity, right behind the tree trunk, I see something gleaming in the dark. Eyes? My hands slip against the raspy bark. With a heavy grunt, Erik empties into me. He falls forward against my back. My legs give way and, my hands have nothing to hold onto. We tumble to the ground.

"What the f**k," I hissed, pissed off and disappointed. He is lying on the ground and pant heavy. Once I have managed to get up again, I can’t see anything between the trees.

Dizzy, panting, and with sticky thighs, I stand leaning against the tree, searching out into the night, but everything is just a blur. I must have imagined it all, right?