u/TheDaughterofIsis

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Angela was unsure what to do when her little sister, Gael, booked a vacation to Hawaii for them and their daughters. With Gael's husband away on business, and with the girls about to start college, this would likely be their last opportunity to vacation as a family. Angela thought about refusing until her daughter, Anna, showed genuine excitement on her face. Angela just couldn't bring herself to refuse. Anna had never even been out of state, never mind a luxurious destination like Hawaii.

Gael paid for the whole thing. She had just received a promotion at her firm and was delighted to share her success with her less fortunate, older sister. Plus, as Gael reminded her, Angela could not be expected to pay for half of a luxury vacation when she could barely afford rent on her basic, cleaner's salary.

Angela tried to ignore her sister's belittling remarks. Gael never changed. Growing up, they always did the things Gael wanted to do. It was easier to agree with her than suffer through her monstrous tantrums. If Gael didn't get her way, she would scream, kick, and pull Angela's hair until Angela just surrendered. It was not worth the hassle.

It didn't help that Gael was Dad's favorite. He didn't even try to hide it. Their mom died when they were children and Gael was her spitting image. Gael's exuberance, liveliness, Mediterranean complexion, black hair, and blue eyes, were like she cloned from their mom.

Unfortunately, Angela took after their dad. Ratty brown hair, sallow skin, and difficulty controlling weight. It was hard for people to accept that the sisters were from the same genetic pool.

It was unfair. Gael was not only blessed with mom's charm and good looks, but she was intelligent enough to be accepted into an Ivy League College. She even married a handsome, rich, CEO of a multinational. She drove a Mercedes S-Class, lived in a mansion in Paradise Hills, had personal trainers, regular cosmetics, and a life of endless comfort.

What did Angela have? A rented studio apartment and a 1997 Mercury Sable with over two hundred thousand miles on the clock. It would not have been anything for Gael, of course, to pay for first-class tickets for them all.

Instead, Gael reserved first class as an exclusive treat for herself and her own daughter, Lucy.

She didn't need to say it to make her intention clear: Angela and Anna didn't deserve first class. They were lesser than Gael and Lucy. Angela ought to have been mad, but as always, she just took it with a smile and a thank you, hating her own spinelessness.

It was impossible to stand up to Gael. Gael was so beautiful. Unfairly beautiful. Painfully beautiful. Angela's stomach wrenched every time she saw her. Her poreless, glowing skin; her glossy black hair, and haunting blue eyes. Her Chanel sunglasses and Bottega Veneta calfskin bag cost more than the contents of Angela's entire suitcase. But most of all, the way her sculpted buttocks appeared inside her tight white jeans, made Angela fantasize about pressing her nose against her little sister's ass crack and inhaling her smell.

There was a thrill in the unfairness of her life. Gael won, and Angela lost. It was as it should be. It was exciting. It made her pussy tingle. As shameful as it was, she had touched herself plenty of times to Gael's triumphs, especially the ones that came at her own expense.

Angela had never been to college. When Dad had gotten sick, she had stayed home to take care of him. Ivy League-bound Gael was never going to sacrifice her own advancement when mediocre Angela had nothing going on in her life.

His deterioration made him harder to deal with. When Gael finally graduated law school and landed a high-paying role in the firm, Angela had hoped Gael would offer to take on some of the burden and offer to pay for his care.

When she approached Gael, Gael accused her of being selfish. How dare she pawn Dad off to a stranger. How dare she stress Gael when she was pregnant. Angela squirmed, apologizing as she secretly fingered herself to climax. Her place was to ensure Gael continued to live her best life, free from worries and cares.

That night, Angela had gone to a bar. She needed to forget about Dad and Gael for one night or risk going insane. She met a nameless drifter who took her back to his motel room. They fucked and she never saw him again.

Anna was the gift he left behind. She was the one thing in Angela's life she never allowed Gael to control. Anna was the best thing she had ever done. She was her best friend. She was her life. She was what made her keep going. She loved her more than anything.

She tried her best to set a positive example for her. Anna did not need to see her mom subservient to her auntie. Of course, that was easier said than done when Angela found herself in Gael's presence, crumbling to whatever whim Gael had decided that day.

She worried she had unconsciously imparted her docility upon Anna since Anna had seemingly adopted a "go along to get along" mentality regarding her interactions with Gael's daughter, Lucy. Lucy took full advantage of Anna's easygoing nature, bossing her around like Anna was her personal assistant.

Lucy carried herself with all the confidence of a young woman who had never known anything but to have her own way in all things. She had the worst kind of pretty, rich girl privilege - groomed since birth with private tutors and elite schools to eventually take her place at the top of whatever field she chose to excel in.

Gael imparted to Lucy the life lesson that people treated you how you looked. Angela had thought it a toxic message on an impressionable mind. But the way Lucy confidently took the welcoming smiles and greetings of the airline staff as her due right for being herself as she followed her mother through the jet bridge to board the plane, Angela knew deep down that Gael had been right. Gael was always right.

She glanced at Anna, dressed in her too-baggy shorts and T-shirt, huddled into herself as if afraid someone might look at her. She lacked confidence. She was shy and found it hard to make friends. It was a shame. Angela wanted so much for Anna to be better than she was. She couldn't help but feel she'd failed her as a mother. At least she could give her a wonderful vacation. She was determined to make it an experience they would never forget.

The flight found Angela trapped in the middle seat of the middle row, wedged between a severely overweight man who invaded her space with his overlapping gut, and an old woman who spent the trip snoring through her nose. Gael's charity apparently did not extend to paying the small amount of extra money to reserve seats.

Angela had walked past Gael and Lucy after boarding the plane. They were both luxuriating in their first-class cubicles on individual recliners with enough legroom to satisfy an NBA star. Gael was sipping a glass of champagne and smiled as she met Angela's eyes, raising her glass in a toast.

Gael would be served the highest quality food from a menu prepared by an award-winning chef. She would have an unlimited pick of snacks and beverages. She would watch movies on a 32" LED screen with noise-canceling, acoustic-enhancing, headphones, and her seat would flatten into a bed with memory foam pillows.

Angela meanwhile, would get a warm can of Coke and microwave chicken pasta, somehow boiling and freezing at the same time.

Still, it was Gael's money. If Angela cared so much, maybe she should have scraped the money to pay for her own seats? Oh, wait. Angela was poor. Embarrassingly poor.

It was sad, but she was thankful Anna was going to community college. It was local and more importantly - cheap. She would still have to take out loans and work to pay her way, but at least it was feasible.

Lucy of course could focus all her attention on her social life as a member of an elite sorority, and on her studies. She would not even have to waste her precious time on chores since poorer girls would take up the slack as a means of paying their way. It was just one more advantage Lucy had over Anna.

Angela crossed her legs to try and ease the tingle in her pussy at the unfairness of it all. When the old woman next to her collapsed her sleepy head on Angela's shoulder and began to drool, she started counting down the seconds of the longest trip of her life.

*

Angela met up with Anna once the plane finally landed and they made their way to baggage claim together. Anna had fared no better than Angela. A creepy old man had spent the whole trip staring at her legs, occasionally smacking his lips. She was terrified he would start getting handsy with her. Angela tried to reassure her that she was safe. Somehow, she would find the money to reserve their seats for the return flight.

A notification on her phone alerted her to a message from Gael on her phone.

-Hi, sis. You don't mind picking up our bags when you get yours, do you? We're on our way to the hotel.

She wasn't surprised. Few people would have had the gall to ask such a thing, and even fewer people would have texted back like Angela with a lame:

-No problem.

As much of a turn-on as it was to obey Gael, she could not let her know how pathetic she truly was, especially since Anna was with her. What would Lucy think if she saw Angela obey her mother without any sign of self-respect? Angela decided upon sarcasm as a reasonable defense. She added:

-Your Majesty. Followed by a bowing emoji, and an eye roll.

Gael responded with a winking face and Angela felt satisfied she had handled it as well as she could. It wasn't as if she could say no and just leave Gael and Lucy's bags at the airport. Angela had no stomach for an argument she could never win. Not when Gael could just cut her off any time she liked. How could Angela ever afford a week in Hawaii without Gael bankrolling her?

"Is everything okay, Mom?" asked Anna.

Angela nodded and smiled. "We're going to meet your Aunt Gael, and Lucy later. We're going to pick up all the bags while they get things ready for us at the hotel."

Anna seemed satisfied with the make-believe arrangement. Angela just hoped Lucy did not rub it in Anna's face. That girl had an attitude problem, especially where Anna was concerned.

Being the same age, Angela had hoped they might have been friends. But Lucy's constant bragging and teasing had quickly put an end to that delusion. They were just too different. Lucy was brash, entitled, and borderline cruel. Anna tried to be nice to everyone. It created a definite power imbalance between them. Lucy had no problem ordering Anna around, and Anna had no problem obeying. Anna was not one for confrontation, and Lucy, like her mother, could explode on a whim with little provocation.

It was to Angela's shame that the few times she took Lucy and Anna out, they always did what Lucy wanted. Angela did not want to deal with Lucy's temper any more than she had wanted to deal with Gael's. It was permissive, but Angela was not Lucy's mother. It was not her problem. She only had to interact with the monster the few times she had bothered to visit her Granddad anyway.

She always thought Gael would come to regret spoiling Lucy as she had. Lucy would one day find herself in the real world where you couldn't just scream and yell to get your way. Except, Lucy seemed to go from one achievement to the next with no indication her life would be anything else but constant success and privilege. Regardless, Angela hoped there might one day be some kind of comeuppance for Lucy's behavior. Karma was a thing, right?

Angela was glad the girls would see little of each other once they started college. Their lives were on different trajectories. Their shared granddad had been the only real link between them. Now he was gone, they would live their lives with little to no interaction.

It was for the best. Anna could not avoid comparing herself unfairly to Lucy. Lucy had all the advantages in the world and Anna had none. Obviously, Lucy had a massive head start on life, and the sooner Anna escaped the negative comparison the better.

They just had to get through this vacation.

They collected Gael and Lucy's Prada and Gucci labeled luggage along with their own generic $20 cases and took a cab to the hotel. Anna looked out the window in awe at the palm trees, turquoise seas, and golden beaches. It brought Angela pleasure to see her daughter so entranced. It eased her doubts about the trip and made the ordeal on the plane worth it.

Their hotel was an imposing palace situated directly on the private, pristine beachfront. It had once been the favored residence of Hawaiian royalty, and now existed as the jaunt of the rich, powerful, and famous.

Angela had to admit that Gael had really come through for them. The resort was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for her and Anna. It was something Anna would remember for the rest of her life. She was grateful Gael had the single-minded drive and natural charisma to reach the pinnacle of society to afford a place like this. Angela could have tried to save for a hundred years on her sad salary and still fallen short.

The lobby had polished marble floors and high domed ceilings, muraled to celebrate traditional Hawaiian culture. Botanical gardens and inviting swimming pools showed through circular archways that filled the hall with natural light and air.

Angela felt out of place in her baggy, brandless travel clothes. She desperately needed a shower. All around her were attractive people in designer outfits. They were Gael's kind of people. Angela and Anna could not have been more out of place if they had smeared themselves in excrement. With the looks they were being given, Angela began to wonder if she had accidentally soiled herself.

They approached the counter and the receptionist smiled at them, immaculately and questioningly.

"May I help you?" she said in a way that made it seem the "help" was to direct them to a hotel better suited to their status.

"Yes," said Angela, aware her daughter was watching her reaction to this uncomfortable exchange. She would not allow Anna to see her mother's shame. They had as much right to be here as anyone. "We have a reservation. Bennet. Angela Bennet?"

The receptionist cocked her head and typed on her keyboard.

"I'm sorry," she said patronizingly, "we have no reservation under that name. Perhaps you have the wrong hotel?"

Angela felt her cheeks pinken. "Then it must be under my sister's name. Gael LeMarr?"

"Hmm, Mrs. LeMarr did book a separate double queen. Of course, I'll need confirmation. One moment please."

Angela smiled with clenched teeth. She heard impatient sighs from the customers in line behind her.

The receptionist continued to stare at her as she held the receiver to her ear, raising a single suspicious manicured eyebrow.

"Mrs. LeMarr?" she said deferentially into the phone. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, but there is a...person...here who claims to be your sister? Mrs. Angela Bennett? I apologize. Miss. Not Mrs."

Why was it necessary for Gael to correct that? Angela felt hot at the beautiful smile the receptionist was giving her.

"Mom?" said Anna nervously, clutching her phone. "Lucy wants to know what's taking so long."

Angela sighed. "This is not the time."

Anna stared, wide-eyed.

"Look," she snapped, "we'll be there in a minute."

"But...she wants it now. What should I say?"

"I don't care!"

Her outburst brought the attention of the lobby to her. There were mutters of disapproval. The receptionist gently placed the phone down, frowning. A large man in a pressed white shirt appeared next to her. His nametag showed he was the manager.

"Is there a problem here?" he said, folding his intimidatingly large arms over his large chest. His muscles appeared to flex beneath the tight cotton.

Angela gulped and smiled nervously out of embarrassment.

The receptionist stared at her like she was a bug. "Mrs. LeMarr's sister, Miss. Bennet will be staying with us."

"Will she now?" said the manager. "Then she ought to know we have zero tolerance for abuse against our staff."

"No, no," said Angela, waving her hands and smiling as brightly as she could to disarm the situation, "I wasn't...I wasn't yelling at her. She's doing a wonderful job. She's been so helpful. I've just had a long journey. Just a little stressed. I'm sorry. I meant no offense." She was practically bowing.

Anna hopped forward. "She was only yelling at me," she said self-deprecatingly. "I asked a dumb question. Sorry. I'm kind of dumb."

Angela was grateful for the backup. Even if it did come at Anna's own expense. They just had to get through this moment without being expelled. Where would they even go? They both smiled submissively.

The manager inhaled slowly through his nose, glancing at the receptionist to gauge her reaction. She gave him a shrug.

"Fine," he said, exhaling to deflate his chest. "As a favor to Mrs. LeMarr, we can let you off with a warning. But in the future, I expect my staff to be treated with dignity and respect."

"Absolutely," said Angela. "You won't need to worry about us. Thank you so much."

He grunted and moved away. Angela tingled with excitement at being so thoroughly put in her place.

The receptionist slid the card keys over the counter and Angela picked them up with a grateful smile.

"Mrs. LeMarr expects her luggage," said the receptionist firmly. "She's in the Presidential suite over in the east tower."

"Of course," said Angela, happy to be escaping even if it was as her sister's servant. "Thank you so much."

She and Anna dropped their chins and trundled Gael and Lucy's designer cases over the glossy marble floor, trying to ignore the slow head shakes and disdainful stares from the hotel's elite clientele.

*

Gael's spacious suite was hardwood and toned in tropical, designer furnishings. It came with a fully stocked bar, a 75" plasma screen, ensuites, and a wraparound balcony with panoramic views of the ocean.

Gael wore a Turkish, white cotton bathrobe. She carried the subtle aromas of coconut and lavender oil. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and her supple skin glistened with products. It was hard to believe there was only a year between them. Gael could have easily passed for a decade younger. Angela felt like an old woman in her presence. It was as if Gael was more than human. How was it possible for someone to look so perfect all the time? Did she never just lounge around in sweatpants eating greasy food and ice cream?

"I hope they didn't give you too many problems downstairs," said Gael sitting down on the couch and crossing her legs, showing skin. "It completely slipped my mind to tell them you were coming. Isn't that funny?"

Angela wanted to forget about the altercation as quickly as possible. She was here to relax, not dwell on her inadequacy. "It's all fine, Gael," she said, pulling Gael's case into the middle of the room.

Anna cleared her throat. "Um, Aunt Gael? Is...uh, Lucy here?"

Gael smiled and nodded to a closed door that led to one of the double bedrooms.

Anna moved toward it with both her own and Lucy's case. She lightly tapped on the door and waited. It opened harshly to reveal a king-sized four-poster bed and a peeved-looking Lucy. Anna appeared small as she made her way inside with an apologetic smile.

"Where the hell were you?" said Lucy, before slamming the door closed behind her.

Angela's jaw gaped at Lucy's temerity. Did she not realize Anna's mother was watching the whole thing? Or did she just not care?

"Drink?" said Gael, resting her elbows on the back of her couch, pushing her breasts forward to expose her cleavage through the loosened V-neck of her bathrobe.

Angela blushed and averted her eyes to Gael's bare, bobbing foot.

"Are you okay?" said Gael, "you look a little flush."

Angela felt a chill over her skin. Gael could never know she turned her on. It would be a disaster. How could she ever explain? It was fundamentally wrong on a natural and spiritual level to be aroused by your own sister.

"I'm fine," she lied, "I'd love a drink actually."

Gael nodded to the bar. "Help yourself."

Angela smiled gratefully and walked across the floor, aware of Gael's eyes following her. There was every kind of spirit and tonic Angela could think of. She needed something strong. She took a glass and poured herself a shot of vodka, downing it one. The burn felt satisfying.

"You don't mind making me a Mai Tai, do you?" said Gael.

"Um, sure. What's that again?"

Gael chuckled. "You don't know what a Mai Tai is? Really?"

Angela found herself blushing once again.

"Mix golden rum, orange curaçao, fresh lime juice, and orgeat. Add some ice and then pour dark rum on top."

Angela had never prepared a cocktail in her life. She did the best she could but her shake was soft and her pour sloppy. It looked like a vomitus mess as she handed it over to Gael, embarrassed by her attempt.

Gael laughed. "What is this?"

"I mean...I've never made one before."

"You don't say."

What exactly did she expect? She was not a barmaid. "Well, I'm sorry it didn't live up to your standards, Your Majesty."

"Oh, don't be so butt hurt," said Gael. "I'm only teasing you." She placed it on a wooden coaster on the coffee table. "I do need a picture of this, though." She took her phone from the armrest and snapped a picture of the monstrous cocktail, giggling to herself. "I'll caption it: This is my sister's idea of a Mai Tai." She laughed at the cleverness of her joke.

Lucy's door swung open and Angela was glad for the distraction. Lucy had changed into a Missoni one-piece floral bathing suit with a plunge neck that exaggerated the impressive curves Angela had not realized her niece possessed until now. She wore a flowing silk cover gown of Japanese design and heart-shaped sunglasses. Her brunette hair had been styled into a floral-scarf ponytail, perfect for the beach.

Angela stared as if seeing her for the first time as an adult woman. She was like a superstar compared to Anna, skulking behind her in a modest one-piece and boy shorts, carrying Lucy's tote bag and Chanel-branded beach towel. Anna kept her head down, apparently aware of the discrepancies between herself and her cousin.

"I'm going to the beach, Mom," said Lucy, "you coming?"

Gael smiled at her. "I'll be down in a little bit, angel. You go and enjoy yourself."

Lucy nodded and wiggled her finger behind her shoulder without turning to command Anna to follow. "Let's go."

Angela could not let that go. Anna was not Lucy's PA. This was her vacation too. "Wait," she said.

Lucy lowered her glasses down her nose and stared confrontationally. Anna glanced nervously at Lucy and then at her mom.

"Anna," said Angela, "we haven't even seen our room yet. We need to unpack."

"Oh, Angie," said Gael, "stop being such a stick in the mud. Let the girls have some fun. They're on vacation. Go ahead, girls. We'll join you later."

Lucy scoffed at Angela and slid her glasses back over her eyes. She continued on her way without a second glance.

Anna smiled at Angela. "Sorry, mom, I'll see you later." She scurried after the confident strides of Lucy and out of the suite, closing the door behind them.

"Isn't it great," said Gael, "to see the girls getting on so well?"

"Um, sure," said Angela, staring worriedly at the door, wondering how deep the power imbalance between them went. She would have to speak with Anna about this later. Just because Lucy was richer, did not give Lucy the right to treat Anna like a servant.

But then something sank into the pit of her stomach as she looked down at Gael's expensive luggage and back at the Mai Tai she had made. Of course, Anna would think it was normal. Look who her role model was.

"Are you okay, sis?" said Gael, "you look like you've seen a ghost."

Angela swallowed and nodded. "I'm fine," she lied, "just anxious to unpack and get to the beach. I'll, uh, meet you there."

Gael smiled knowingly. "Looking forward to it."

*

Angela wore a one-piece with a modest ruffle skirt that covered her body. She had no intention of showing herself to the world. As the years progressed, she found her weight increasingly impossible to control. She was not obese, but she may as well have been when she compared herself to Gael. Her sister had maintained her perfect feminine figure despite pregnancy and middle age.

The deep golden sand was luxuriously soft and warm. It was like a massage for her feet. The sky was a brilliant blue as if painted in oil. The turquoise sea trickled crystalline water across the beach. Dense palm trees guarded the beachline, blocking it from trespassers. It was the quietest and most beautiful beach Angela had ever seen. She smiled to herself. This was living.

She spotted Gael ahead of her, sunbathing on her back on a Mallorca beach towel. She wore an asymmetric Versace bathing suit with a diagonal Grecian shoulder strap. One leg was bent with her knee pointed to the cloudless sky. Her gold earrings and Egyptian ankh necklace, made her appear like Cleopatra reborn. A smirk crept over her lips as she beckoned Angela to join with her a wave, staring at her through Chanel aviators.

"You took your time getting here," she said.

Angela smiled, taking it in the light-hearted way she hoped Gael had meant it. "Well, you know. Just checking out the room."

"How do you like it?"

"Oh, it's amazing."

"I bet you never thought you'd stay somewhere like this, right?"

"Um, sure. Look, I know we've had issues in the past. But I do appreciate all this. I mean, this is paradise, right?"

"I'm happy to hear you say that. I was beginning to worry you thought I was just rubbing my success in your face. I mean, you haven't exactly accomplished much, have you?"

Angela blushed, struggling to find something to say in response. It had always been an unspoken truth between them. Obviously, Gael had accomplished more than Angela. It had never needed to be said. A bead of sweat came down the side of her forehead as Gael continued to stare.

At last, Gael laughed, giving her hands a single clap. "I'm just teasing you, sis."

Angela blinked at her.

"Oh, come on. You don't need to look like I've just ripped the head off your favorite doll."

"Okay, well...that wasn't really funny, Gael."

"What I said? Or that time I actually did rip the heads from all your Barbies?"

Angela remembered the carnage. All those vacant smiles from dismembered plastic heads. She had cried and ran to Dad. His first concern was what Angela had done to upset Gael.

"Go get yourself a Mai Tai, sis. It'll make you feel better."

She was right. She did need a drink.

Gael smiled and lifted her own empty glass. "You can get me one while you're at it."

Angela sighed and took it from her. "Sure thing," she said sarcastically, "anything else I can get you, Your Majesty?"

Gael elaborately hummed as if in thought. "No, you're good." She rummaged inside her Bottega Veneta calfskin shoulder bag for her purse. She opened it, pulled out a titanium credit card, and handed it over. "Just hurry back. I don't want the ice to melt."

Angela gave her an aggressive curtsey.

Gael laughed. "That's a good little peasant girl."

Angela held her curtsey, surprised at Gael's joke, before smiling. She turned around and made her way back up the beach, looking back to see Gael smirking back at her. Gael was so beautiful. It was as if the beach existed just so she could sunbathe on it. Angela took a breath and hurried on her way, trying her best to suppress the growing arousal in her thoughts and pussy.

When she returned with the Mai Tais, Gael was still in the same picturesque pose.

"There you are," said Gael, "I thought you'd gotten lost."

"So sorry to keep you waiting, Your Majesty."

Gael chuckled and took her glass from Angela. She stirred the liquid with her straw as if searching for the ice. She parted her full lips and sipped through the bamboo, keeping her eyes level with Angela, slowly sucking the liquid. She released a pleased hum and caressed her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Angela had to refocus on something. Anything. She took a much larger gulp from her own drink and looked away over the beach pretending to search.

Her heart stopped for a second as she spotted Lucy and Anna. Lucy was resting on her towel and beach pillow, reading a book. Anna knelt in the sand next to her, clutching a giant palm leaf, fanning Lucy as if she was an ancient Egyptian queen.

"What's wrong with you now, sis?" said Gael, turning her head to look at what had caught Angela's attention.

"You can't be serious? Don't you see what they're doing?"

Gael shrugged. "Looks like they're having fun. What's the problem?"

"Fun? Gael, my daughter is literally fanning your daughter with a palm leaf!"

Gael laughed. "Oh, sis. It's not a big deal. They aren't hurting anyone. I think it's quite empowering to see young women exploring themselves like this without fear of judgment."

"Gael, this isn't 4000 BC. People don't just fan people with fucking palm leaves."

"Anna seems quite happy to me."

Angela hated to admit it, but Anna did seem especially serene. It was as happy as she'd seen her in a long time. It was as if she found the whole task therapeutic.

"Leave them be, sis," said Gael, stretching. "They aren't kids anymore. They know what they're doing."

Of course, Gael wouldn't have a problem with it. Her daughter wasn't the one acting like a slave. Did Gael not understand the power imbalance at play? Lucy, the rich, privileged, Ivy League freshman, the daughter of a lawyer and CEO being fanned by a poor, community college-bound daughter of a cleaner?

"Anyway," continued Gael, "I want to get some sun on my back." She lifted her lotion and stared at Angela, raising a single groomed eyebrow and pushing both her lips into a pout. "You don't mind, do you?"

Angela swallowed. Her pussy tingled at the prospect of rubbing her hands over Gael's toned, tanned body. She took another huge gulp of her drink. Gael was her sister. This was wrong. This was all so very very wrong.

"Come on," whined Gael, "I can't do it myself, Angie."

It was like they were teens again. Angela knew how bad things could get if she refused. Maybe Gael break into her room and cut holes in all her panties again? Or maybe tear random pages from her favorite books? Steal her homework to ensure she got detention? Pretend Angie had slapped her so Dad would ground her? There was no end to Gael's maliciousness.

"Okay," said Angela, taking the lotion.

Gael smiled and turned on her front, showing off the back of her legs. They were long and appeared even longer thanks to the V-shape cut of her swimsuit bottom.

Angela knelt by Gael's feet and squirted the expensive-looking dark lotion into her hands. She rested her palms against Gael's ankles and slowly rubbed up her calves, thighs, and up her buttocks. Gael's skin felt firm and smooth. There were none of those stubborn hairs that plagued Angela's own legs.

Gael twitched her glistening buttocks and Angela could not help but stare. They looked good enough to lick. Her breath deepened. Her body perspired. She squeezed her thighs together and felt her arms tremble. She wanted to take her time. Gael's body deserved to be treated with all the care and attention she could offer.

"Enjoying yourself, sis?" said Gael.

Angela froze with her palms pressed on Gael's buttocks.

Gael laughed. "I'm teasing you. Come on. Keep going. It feels good."

Angela smiled at the compliment. She found herself trying even harder to be as good for Gael as possible.

Gael reached back and stretched the cloth between her ass cheeks, exposing her crack. She twitched her buttocks expectantly.

Angela did not need to be told. She rubbed a small amount of lotion across the side of her hand and carefully guided it inside the crack. Gael moaned. Angela closed her eyes and imagined it was her tongue caressing Gael's sweat. Excitement raged in her stomach. She could not wait to go back to her room to play with herself.

She thought about the day Dad died. Gael had no interest in visiting. She said it would be too depressing. She wanted to think of him as the man he was, not the frail, lunatic he'd become.

Angela called her selfish. Angela had sacrificed everything to take care of Dad. Gael did nothing but live her best life, safe in the knowledge her older sister would take care of things at home.

Gael attacked back. Angela was trying to be a martyr. She only stayed at home to make the world feel sorry for her. Gael would not play those games. If anyone was selfish, it was Angela. She'd been the one pushing to put Dad in a home, regardless of Dad's feelings on the matter.

Angela apologized immediately. She just wanted Gael to see Dad. Whatever it took. Gael finally relented, agreeing to speak to him for a minute over the phone.

Dad's face looked alive for the first time in months when he spoke to her. He poured his heart out. Telling her how proud he was. How proud Mom would have been. The first thing he would tell her in heaven was what an amazing person Gael had become. Gael grunted disinterestedly. Angela pictured her sister filing her nails with the phone propped up by her shoulder. Lucy of course was out with friends. There had never been a chance for Dad to say goodbye to his favorite granddaughter.

He passed on shortly after this. It was as if he was content to leave the world knowing Gael was in it. His will handed everything to Gael. Angela had hoped he might leave her the house since she had lived there her whole life. But no. Gael was his sole inheritor. Sacrificing the best years of Angela's life had meant nothing.

Gael had magnanimously offered Angela the chance to purchase the house from her at market value. Obviously, Angela could never have afforded the asking price. But that wasn't Gael's problem. Her hands were tied. It wasn't personal, just business. Angela wasn't sure how being kicked out of a house she had lived in her whole life by her little sister wasn't personal, but Gael had declared her petty and that was the end of the discussion. For a while, Angela and Anna stayed in a homeless shelter until Angela found a studio apartment in the bad part of town and began her cleaning job.

She could have fought it. She could have found a lawyer and disputed the will. Hell, after Gael treated her like that, she would have been perfectly justified in cutting her out of her life completely.

Of course, she did no such thing. That night in the homeless shelter, after Anna had fallen asleep, she considered how unfair it was that she had been the one to put up with Dad's mood swings and abuse, offered him support and care, yet Gael, the daughter who could barely be bothered to take a minute out of her day to say goodbye to a dying old man was given everything.

Gael had won again. Just like she always did. And Angela was glad. Gael deserved it. Angela spent that cold lonely night in the shelter surrounded by the drug-addled and deranged, furiously fingering herself to orgasm.

Back in the present: "Hey," said Gael, eliciting a jump from Angela as if she had been caught in the act, "why'd you stop?"

"S-sorry," she said, reaching for her Mai Tai and finding it empty. "Um, do you want another drink?"

"You finished yours already? I guess you built up a thirst rubbing lotion over my body."

Angela laughed nervously.

"Work on my arms first, then you may go."

"Thank you," she said without thinking. She held her breath at the mistake. That had been far too genuine. She had to recover with sarcasm before it was too late.

Gael chuckled. "Your Majesty?"

"Y-yes, of course. Your M-majesty," added Angela, laughing nervously again.

She squeezed more lotion into her palms and started on Gael's arms. She felt a drop of disappointment to be away from Gael's buttocks. She glanced down at them, glistening in the sunlight. She wondered if Gael would notice if she leaned down to give them a light kiss.

She looked back up to see Lucy and Anna walking across the sand, heading back to the hotel. Lucy smirked at her as she strode confidently ahead with Anna scurrying behind, carrying Lucy's bag. It was a mercy that the palm leaf had been tossed aside. Anna avoided Angela's eye. Her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment., but was it for herself or for her mother now massaging the arms of her aunt?

Once Gael was satisfied, she allowed Angela to glumly trudge her way back across the beach to bring her a new Mai Tai. She feared for Anna. Angela had wasted her life because she got gratification from seeing Gael win at her expense. It was not a life she wanted for her daughter. Anna had to be better than her.

She felt a chill down her spine as she heard giggles from behind the outdoor restroom. She knew it was Lucy. She tried to convince herself that there was nothing to see. She was exaggerating. Yes, Lucy was bossy and Anna was a pushover, but that was all. She was just projecting her own sickness onto her daughter. She should just keep walking and let the girls have their fun. They deserved privacy away from their parents.

But she couldn't help herself.

She crept up to the restroom's bamboo wall and placed her back against it, sliding to the edge to peek around the corner. She gasped at the scene she saw.

Lucy stood with one hand on her hip, pointing her phone at her feet. Anna, was on all fours, carefully and deliberately licking the sand clean between Lucy's toes.

"That's it," said Lucy, giggling at her phone screen. "Don't you dare leave a single speck."

"Yes, Princess," said Anna.

It was too much. Angela jumped out from behind the wall, taking them both by surprise.

"Stop this right now," she said, marching up and grabbing Anna under her arm, heaving her to her feet.

"M-Mom?" said Anna, pale-faced. "W-what are you doing? Ow, you're hurting me."

Angela wanted to scream at her. "Good! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" But she didn't. She just dragged her away. Whatever this was, it had gone too far. Anna was her daughter. Her best friend. Without Anna there was nothing. There was no reason for anything. She could not lose her. She would not lose her. Not like this....

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