Home (1/1)
Title: Home
Pairing: Jessica/Tiffany
Rating: PG15 (to be safe)
Word count: approx. 1100
Tiffany’s father had announced that they will be adding a new member- Sooyeon- to their two-person family. The long-kept secret was spilt once Sooyeon’s guardian had passed away. Tiffany had taken the news of her father having a side family quite calmly- that was until she found out which Sooyeon her father was referring to.
Tiffany did not mind the fact that her father had an affair on her sick and dying mother, and had a child with the other woman. No. She did not really care that her father, the man whom she loved and cherished so dearly, cherished someone else as much as he loved her. No. She didn’t care about any of that.
What actually mattered to Tiffany is the fact that Jessica Jung Sooyeon, her current lover and obsession, is unfortunately her half-sister.
Her. Blood. Fucking. Relative.
‘Sooyeon…?’
‘Jung Sooyeon, sweetie.’
Tiffany thought she was going to die then and there when she had heard the surname “Jung” slip out of her father’s lips. It wasn’t Hwang Sooyeon or Kim Sooyeon, but Jung Fucking Sooyeon, as in her Jessica Jung.
Jessi, for God’s sake.
-
“Two years, Jessica, don’t you think that would have been a sufficient amount of time to tell me that we are related to each other by blood?” Tiffany glared at Jessica through the mirror as the latter ran the pink lipstick across her lips.
Jessica shrugged, capping her lipstick and haphazardly throwing it into her purse. “Knowing you, you would've packed your bags and ran away. I wanted you, sweetie, and I still do.”
Tiffany subconsciously stepped back as Jessica turned towards her and took a few steps forward, only stopping when her back met the cold surface of the bathroom’s walls. She felt her sister caressing her jaw with one hand and snaking the other around her waist, settling it on the small of her back.
“Nothing will change that…as long as you are Tiffany- sexy, smart, wild Tiffany.” Jessica’s hand that was caressing Tiffany’s jaw moved to meet her other hand. She clasped them together behind her younger sister’s back and kissed the area where jaw met neck. “Nothing will change,” she whispered, her husky voice sending chills down Tiffany’s spine.
“This is wrong, so, so wrong,” the younger brunette spouts, her body and mind no longer hers.
“Is that so?” Jessica pulled away from her sister. “Then do you want us to stop?” She did not receive an answer from Tiffany. “Tiffany, do you want us to stop what we’re doing?” The woman being questioned stayed quiet, her eyes staring into the mirror behind Jessica.
“I don’t know,” she finally whispered, and felt arms around her waist again.
“Do you want us to stop kissing…?” Tiffany felt a tongue sliding across her lower lip and entering the warm confines of her mouth, Jessica’s lips wrapping around her tongue soon after. The latter sucked on Tiffany’s pink muscle until a moan escaped from her. The older of the two pulled away, leaving Tiffany breathless and wanting more.
“No.” The younger sister shook her head.
Jessica smiled a devious smile at the belated reply. She had already known the answer to her own question. She simply felt the need to tease her sister. “Then do you want us to stop having…sex?”
The younger woman’s nerves were being shaken by Jessica’s touches. The latter’s wandering hands were playing with the hem of her skinny jeans. “No.”
“Don’t you think that answer is a bit ambiguous? ‘No, I don’t want to have sex with you. Or no, I don’t want to have sex with you on school grounds.’ Which one is it?”
Tiffany whimpered. Jessica’s hands were now each resting on her inner thighs. “No, I don’t want to have sex with you…on school grounds.”
The reply came out weak, but Jessica understood her nonetheless, and she smirked, knowing that Tiffany had fallen too hard and too far into her trap to climb back out. “Well then.”
-
Tiffany banged her head against the hard surface of her desk. She hated it how Jessica affected her. She was never a match for the vixen’s charm and seductive nature, which always left her vulnerable to all of Jessica’s advances. Tiffany was a victim who had always surrendered under her sister’s lustful gazes.
“You know,” Jessica said, placing her palm between Tiffany’s forehead and desk, “I’m not really in the mood to stay up all night kissing the booboos on your forehead goodbye, when we could be completing other...tasks.”
Tiffany flushed, knowing full well which “tasks” Jessica was speaking of. “You’re pretty well considering your aunt just passed away.”
“How typical of Tiffany, always changing the subject when she gets embarrassed. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie. It’s human nature.”
“And what do you mean by that? ‘It’s human nature to have sex. Or it’s human nature to have sex with your sister.’ Which one is it?”
Jessica laughed at the witty reply and rested her cheek on the side of her fist, her eyes gazing lovingly at her younger sister. She had long lost interest in what their teacher was preaching. Tiffany was by far much more deserving of her attention.
“So…?” The younger woman pushed, pulling Jessica out of her small trance.
“Both, I guess.”
-
The sun’s rays woke Tiffany up to a sleeping Jessica in her embrace. The older woman was clad in her birthday suit, her back pressed against Tiffany’s front. Tiffany snuggled closer to the other, enjoying the warmth she emitted. She tightened her hold around Jessica’s tiny waist, which resulted in her waking up from her deep slumber.
“Fany…?” The sleeping beauty groaned and turned around in Tiffany’s arms. She took a minute to let her eyes adjust to the sunlight that seeped in through the room’s curtains. “Hmm. I’m still not sure whether I’m turned on by your possessiveness over me, or just plain old creeped out.”
Tiffany grinned at the remark, her laughter bringing a smile to Jessica’s face. “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well?” Jessica questioned into the sensitive skin of her girlfriend’s neck. She bit the area where neck met shoulder, eliciting a heavy sigh from the younger woman. “Fany?”
“Yes…?”
“Should we…run away?”
Tiffany knew what the consequences to her actions would be, and truth be told, she’d rather not face them. They only had one of two choices left, and facing their father was not an option. One, they run away and start anew where they will be accepted, or two, wait for their father to marry them off to men whom they will not care for, nonetheless love. “You mean you want to leave everything behind?”
“Yes, there’s nothing left for us here.”
Tiffany nodded and kissed the crown of her sister’s head. She knew full well that having Jessica by her side was enough. Jessica has always been enough, and she will always be more than enough.
End
A/n:
Please excuse any mistakes/errors.
This piece consists of short snippets from an on-going that I am in the process of writing. I’m not too sure how far that will get. It can, however, be read as a standalone.
I hope you enjoyed reading it. Thank you!