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Fareeha’s fingers danced along the fingerboard of her guitar, which was silent to any outsider, but inside the haven of her headphones, a song played - one of the several she kept in her memory. Her fingers plucked along the strings with fervor, and her eyes were closed. The guitar was plugged into an amp, and the frayed pair of headphones also plugged into there, so as to not disturb the rest of the house. Mom made it a rule - no electric guitar without headphones.
As her hands absentmindedly strummed the guitar, her thoughts drifted off - as they had been a lot lately - to Angela. Her pale, gentle face, with deep blue eyes that were angelic, that were kind and always made her feel grounded when she looked into them. Her sweep of light blonde hair, which always smelled so nice and clean, and her slender curved figure which, she’d dared to let be the center of her dreams at night - but it always came with her waking up in a cold sweat after. A sheen of terror struck her heart, when these thoughts rose in her head, because she knew she could never, ever, dare act on these, never ever let them be real - but keep them in her head where they could never come to fruition. And that was because -
“Fareeha?”
The teen’s head shot up. The graceful figure of Angela, her sister, stood in the doorway, her thumbs twiddling.
“Hey, Angela.” Fareeha greeted, removing her headphones.
“Can we talk?”
Fareeha’s heart began to race just a little bit. This was a bit strange. They talked, of course, but Angela never asked her to talk. Those words never meant a good thing. “Of course.” She sat up in bed, put the guitar down next to the amp and leaned back against the headboard.
Angela slowly crossed the threshold and took a seat on the far edge of the bed, her knees turned to face Fareeha. However, her eyes flitted around Fareeha’s room for a brief moment, as she took in the sight of the rock band posters decorating the walls, the various sports equipment. It was a room that was every inch her little sister, and it always gave her a comforting feeling, knowing Fareeha was near.
She remembered the day the Amaris adopted her. It had been a whirlwind - but she remembered, very distinctly - Ana Amari as the tough, stout but kindly soldier who had pulled her from the rubble of her house. She was the woman who had held her as she sobbed in her arms, who pleaded with the officials to keep her out of the orphanage and let her take her home instead. She’d had to wait a few nights in foster care, but was relieved when she got the call, and stepped outside to see Ana Amari, smiling lovingly at her, flanked by her husband, Sam and a little girl - her new sister, Fareeha. They were her new family.
Fareeha remembered the day the small, blonde Swiss girl became her sister. Despite Angela being six months older than her - and technically, the “big” sister - Fareeha had always felt a strong urge to protect her. She reminded her of a dove - peaceful, serene, but fragile. Those protective urges were only amplified a hundredfold when Angela presented as an Omega - and she herself as an Alpha.
“So. Umm, wow.” it was not like Angela to speak so hesitantly. “This is a lot to say. I think I’m going to just take it slowly, is that alright?”
Fareeha knit her dark brows together in concern. “Of course. You know you can tell me anything.”
Angela let out a nervous laugh. “I think you’ll regret saying that soon.” She blew a long stream of air out her mouth. “Alright. Okay. Umm… so,” the girl looked down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. “You know school is coming to an end. And you’re going off to basic training this summer.”
“Yeah? And you’re going to university - and in Switzerland, nonetheless. You're gonna miss me?" Fareeha teased.
“Of course,” Angela insisted. “You know I will. I don’t know who I’m going to hang out with before I move away.”
“Brigitte and Baptiste. They’re like, your best friends. And they don’t ship off for college until September.”
“I know, but who will force me to sneak out with them and go to rock concerts late at night? And who’s going to drag me with them on morning runs on the weekends?”
“Okay, okay, you have a point. I’m special.”
“Yeah, you are,” Angela said in a more serious tone, “To be honest, I’m scared to be off in another country without you near me.”
“Oh,” Fareeha bit the inside of her cheek. “I really don’t like the idea of you being far away either. But I knew it had to happen one day.”
“And that’s what I wanted to discuss with you. You already know it can be… risky for an Omega to go out without an Alpha at times.”
“I do know that,” Fareeha’s golden eyes scanned Angela’s face, brimming with curiosity.
“And when I go to Zürich, to study in the expedited pre-med program, I’m going to be around a lot of… egoistic types. Cut-throat types of people, who would do anything to get what they want.”
“A lot of Alphas,” Fareeha said, a faint undercurrent of a growl to her words.
“Yeah,” Angela sighed, “Alphas. I’m afraid that they might just walk all over me, or - you know…”
“I know,” Fareeha said, “believe me, I know how Alphas are.” her lip curled in fury as she remembered the time she had to throw Genji Shimada, one of the Alpha boys from school, off of her sister… he was lucky to still have both legs intact. If Fareeha could have had it her way, that boy would have needed a new body. Nobody layed a hand on her sister.
“I’m going to take suppressants the entire time I’m away, of course. If I let a heat come on, I don’t even want to think about what would happen.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” Fareeha said, blankly. She felt stupid as soon as she said it. It was a flagrant understatement.
“But I’ve been thinking. There’s a way to make sure Alphas won’t approach me like that anymore.” Angela paused and pressed her hands together once more, as if thinking of what to say. Fareeha watched her, hugging her knees close to her chest. “If I’m marked,” Angela spoke again, but this time her voice was shaking, “and Alphas can smell an Alpha on me, they won’t… try anything.”
“That’s true,” Fareeha said, slowly, “so you want an Alpha to bite you?” Bite - the word carried heavy implications, beyond just a nibble on the neck. A bite indicated ownership, and possession, of an Alpha over an Omega. A bite could only effectively be administered while an Alpha was knotted inside of an Omega…
“I think this is the only way to keep myself safe,” Angela said, quietly.
The thought of her sister being marked, and owned, by an Alpha stirred up fear inside Fareeha’s mind. She didn’t trust any Alpha with Angela. No one was worthy of even a kiss from her, much less that crucial, important position of being the one to mark her. “Who were you thinking of asking to do it? You’re not seeing anybody.”
Angela’s face turned a bright red now. “Ummm, well….” She looked up at Fareeha again. Her large blue eyes scanned her sister's face, filled with an anxious hope, as if she was trying to tell her something, but it was impossible. Impossible, because it was too hard, and she feared what Fareeha would say in return - but something she had to tell her, regardless.
Fareeha watched her sister’s face. There was only silence. "Angela?"
"Fareeha..." Angela whispered shakily. And then Fareeha knew.
There was no way. It couldn’t be what she was thinking. That wasn’t possible. Angela would never…
“Angela?" Fareeha's heart was thunder inside her ribcage, "Are you serious?”
Angela only nodded, and looked at her with pleading eyes. She bit her lower lip - she had never looked so submissive before. Fareeha detested the way that look made her feel.
“Angela,” Fareeha whispered, “that’s… that’s not right. We’re family. I can’t…”
“I know,” Angela exhaled sharply, “I know it’s wrong, believe me, I do, I just, I really don’t know who I’d rather have do it than you.”
“But why me? Why not, I don’t know, literally anyone else?”
“I don’t want literally anyone else, Fareeha. I want someone who I know cares about me, who loves me, to do it. And don’t lie to yourself. You know you don’t want anyone else marking me, either.”
Fareeha fell short of words. It was true. She hated how right her sister was. How right she always was.
“Besides,” Angela pressed onwards, “we’re not technically related. There won’t be any physical consequences for it.”
It was hard to argue there. “But, there will be other consequences, Angela. What will Mom and Dad say? They’ll see the mark on your neck, and they’re gonna want to know who did it.”
“No, they won’t. I’ll make sure to cover it up.”
“You’re going to wear turtlenecks all summer? Really?”
“No, it’s an easy fix. Just some foundation, and wearing my hair down. Don’t worry about it.”
Fareeha could hardly believe her sister’s persistence. “But a mating mark is no joke, Angela. You’re asking me to mate you. If I bite you, if I do this… you’re going to be attached to me. For the rest of your life. Don’t you want to actually go out and find a mate, someone you love romantically, to bond with, instead of your fucking sister? Have a normal experience, like everyone else?”
“No.”
Fareeha shook her head. “What do you mean, no?”
“I don’t want a mate. I don’t want a normal Omega’s life, living subjected to some Alpha’s whims.” she took Fareeha’s hand, squeezing the larger, darker palm in her own. “If you do this for me, you’ll liberate me. You’ll set me free from ever worrying that an Alpha will come along and trick me into trusting them, only for me to end up bonded to someone that won’t give a rat’s ass about me. You know I only care about my career, and I have no time or room for finding a mate. I actually want to go out and do things.” the slightest droplet of a tear welled in her eyes. “And you know it’ll only be a one way street. I’ll be attached to you, but you’re free to go on with the rest of your life and find that mate you deserve. You won’t have to worry.”
A torrent of distress rippled through Fareeha. How could she tell her sister that it was her that haunted her dreams, that she used to lay in her bed and fight off the dreams of taking her sister and holding her in her arms and being something more to her? She couldn’t know. It would just ruin everything. Or at least, she always thought it would.
Until now.
“Angela, I…”
Angela squeezed Fareeha’s hand. “That was a lot. I know. I’m sorry. You don’t have to decide now -”
“No, Angela,” Fareeha said, louder now, a slight Alpha timbre lacing her words, which instantly made Angela fall silent, “I need to tell you something. I… I’ve always admired you. I’ve always felt protective over you, and it killed me to think of anyone else getting to be the most important Alpha in your life one day. But now that you say this…”
Angela watched Fareeha’s face, her bottom lip quivering, and another tear rolling down her cheek.
“I… I think I have feelings for you. Feelings a sister should never have. I’m… I’m sorry.” she began to cry in the way she always did - silent, sternly, but with the unmistakable glisten of tears brimming in her eyes.
“Hey,” Angela scooted closer, so that she was now on the bed with Fareeha, and held both her hands even tighter, “Hey, don’t cry. Please. It’s okay. I’m glad you could open up to me like that.”
Fareeha sniffled. “I was never going to tell you. I didn’t want to ruin anything.”
“Well,” Angela whispered, “I guess I beat you to it.”
They both chuckled, weakly, through their tears. But it didn’t last. Soon, they both fell silent, and they were left staring into each other’s glassy eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” Fareeha asked, her voice trembling.
Angela gave her a gentle, relieved smile. She nodded - but was caught off guard, as Fareeha wrapped her arms around Angela and pulled her into her lap. Fareeha watched Angela’s eyes, scanning them, looking for a sign, a warning to stop, anything, but saw none, only a sparkle of excitement - and then she pressed her lips to Angela’s.
Her brain screamed at her from within:This is wrong this is wrong this is wrong, stop it right now, walk away, forget this ever happened.
But her body told a whole different story. Between her legs, inside of her boxers, she could feel the stirrings of excitement as her clit filled with desire - she wanted to extend.
She needed more.
They kissed for a moment, which became two, which became a minute, and Angela’s hands wove through Fareeha’s hair, pulling her in closer. Fareeha parted her lips, aching to taste even more of Angela - she was sweet, and her lips were cool and soft, and she smelled tantalizing, the Omega scent as well as the familiar aroma of her sister enticing her all the more. Soon, Fareeha was leaned back against the bed, with Angela on top of her, kissing hard, without a care for who could walk in and see them - it was just the two of them, their hearts racing against each other’s, their hands wrapped around each other, and Fareeha felt herself growing with each slow, deliberate brush of Angela’s body against her.
She had fantasized about this, before. At night, when Angela was already asleep in the room across from her, and Mom and Dad had gone to bed, when it was just her - and she’d reached down into her pants and closed her eyes and dreamed of the impossible day she’d ever get the chance to have her like this.
But this was no fantasy. Angela was here, in the plane of reality, kissing her and strewn in her lap, in her arms. And it was better than she had ever imagined.
Angela felt Fareeha reach down and grasp her hips, and start to gently move her against her lap. She felt something hard pressing against her stomach. A rush of excitement spurted down between her own legs as she realized it was her sister’s desire for her - manifested in the bulge beneath her pants.
Angela pulled away from the kiss, and Fareeha’s shocked eyes met her own.
“Can I… can I see it?” Angela whispered, keeping her arms wrapped around Fareeha’s neck.
Fareeha’s eyes went wide, but she nodded, slowly. The younger girl watched with utter amazement as Angela reached down - keeping her eyes on her - and slowly undid the buttons of Fareeha’s jeans. She pulled down the denim pants with a gentle tug, so they sat lower, bunched around her tan, faintly muscled thighs. Then, Angela slowly reached out, with trembling fingers, and began to pull Fareeha’s briefs down, anticipating the prize that lay underneath -
Suddenly, Mom’s voice echoed from outside the door. “Fareeha! Angela! Come get your dinner, before I throw it in the trash!”
Angela immediately shot her hands away and gasped, looking at Fareeha with sobering realization.
“Fuck,” Fareeha muttered, and snapped her jeans back up, the bulge still prominent as ever. “Mom getting in the way, as always.”
“Maybe it was a good thing,” Angela said, nervously. “I wasn’t sure if we were ever going to stop.”
“Yeah,” Fareeha rubbed the back of her neck, “umm, is it okay if, maybe, I need some time to think about this? I mean, trust me, I want to do this with you, but, I mean, you know…”
“Yeah, I understand,” Angela said, nodding, biting her lip, “it’s a lot. We can talk about it later.”
“Maybe Mom’s terrible cooking will give us the clarity to think straight” Fareeha said, and Angela giggled lightly. They made their way out of Fareeha’s bedroom, but not before checking to make sure their hair was in order and their clothes were smoothed out.
They were far from finished, however. Angela was sure of that.