Chapter 47: Sweet Mother, I Cannot Weave

“So… Where do I start?” Alexis settled down onto the couch so she was able to hold her sister while Elizabeth continued to do so from the other side. “I have no idea what you know… so I guess I’ll ask something really basic to start—do you know Mae is a Weaver, and what that means?”

Claire bit her lip before she nodded and nuzzled into Elizabeth’s shoulder with the same motion. Elizabeth’s hand continued to smooth her hair, and Claire quietly sighed. “Yeah… Well… was… She quit.”

“You can’t… quit.” Alexis frowned, opening her mouth to say more before Claire squeezed closer to Elizabeth. Alexis closed her mouth, and instead gently kissed Claire’s cheek.

The two spent a long moment with Alexis’s lips on Claire’s cheek, nestled close without any words at all.

This is… way more comfortable than I would have anticipated it being… Claire sighed, and was surprised by how relaxed it sounded. Maybe I should be more suspicious of her if she knows all of this Weaver stuff. She could be why mom is missing…

But I want…

Claire shook her head, squeezing tighter into Elizabeth.

No, I do trust her.

Alexis squeezed Claire a little tighter. “But… Sorry, that’s not important right now. We can leave that… alone for the moment. Anyway… Do you know how Weavers… recruit?”

“…Sapphistry?” Claire looked up at Alexis, a shy expression across her face.

“…I mean, yes.” Alexis quietly laughed, squeezing Claire tighter. “But not just that. You see… We didn’t always used to do this? But science… it’s pretty crazy these days. Genetics… technology… medical… stuff…” She cleared her throat, shaking her head. “And at some point a woman in one of the conspiracies—I can’t remember which—got sick of only having the option to raise orphans. There are plenty of queer girls without homes, and we’re happy to help ‘em out—we are—but someone… wanted a kid that was their kid.

“So… The tech got worked out so basically you take the genetic material from two women… and then a third woman carries the baby to term. No men involved.”

Claire blinked, staring blankly ahead.

“Three mothers…”

Alexis laughed.

“Yes. Three mothers… Additionally, it’s considered… bad for genetic diversity to only grab it from people who were born into it. Even before we figured out how that tech worked, we knew that if we weren’t careful we’d end up like banana trees… or bees? I forget which.” Alexis waved her hands to push the metaphor away. “Anyway… Mae became a renegade, but she still had a lover on the inside. And she wanted a daughter.”

Claire bit her lip.

Alexis held her tighter.

“Yeah… And uh… There’s never going to be a good time for this, so I just want to come out and tell you.” Alexis’s cheek rubbed against her sister’s. Her scent, the warmth of her body, everything about Alexis was comfortable. Familiar. It was almost nostalgic, but for an experience she’d never had. “What happened thirteen years ago was because… basically our birth mother—the one you never met…? She decided she wanted to have two kids with the sample of Mae and Sophia, and uh… I don’t know all of the specifics because finding out info about this when a lot of this was our third mom doing things she wasn’t supposed to do is tricky…

“But you ended up with Mae and Sophia. I ended up with Carnelian. That’s what she goes by these days, anyway… to everyone else.” Alexis frowned. “I think the idea was even supposed to be that Mae and Sophia would be allowed to raise one of us, but… she wouldn’t let mom see you… So… Thirteen years ago… She tried to take matters into her own hands.”

Claire quivered, her skin turning clammy and cold. Her heart started beating faster. She whimpered, shaking her head as Alexis squeezed her in tighter.

Don’t think about it.

You don’t want to remember it.

Just let her think you can’t remember it!

Plenty of people believed that… right…?

“Claire…” Alexis sighed, squeezing her sister again. “I read the file. We don’t weave girls that young—not under any circumstance… but the mission debriefing said that you were secured in an old closet, and you were going to be held there until Carnelian could meet you, but then… Mae found you first. You were young enough, so I didn’t figure that Mae would’ve revealed what happened…

“I don’t even think Carnelian was trying to kidnap you… permanently. Doing that to a seven year old, not even explaining everything… That’s… screwed up…?” Alexis frowned, but didn’t loosen her grasp on Claire at all. “I think she just… wanted to meet you. I only found out I had a little sister by mistake. She did everything she could to keep you out of official records. Who the other two parts of my genetics come from aren’t accurate in the records, either. I won’t bore you with the details, but eventually… I figured it out.

“When I did, and then found out you’d been traumatized by the Weavers like that… I wanted to meet you. I wanted to… be here for you.” She paused, almost pulling back before she shook her head and held tighter. “To make it up to you. Big sisters should… protect their younger sisters. I didn’t have the chance to let you down, but I… I found an excuse to get permission to come here to explore expanding our influence… and… used it to prepare this.”

Alexis gestured around them, and Belinda moved from the wall to kneel at Claire’s feet. She nuzzled her cheek into Claire’s knee, kissing ever so softly before falling still.

The unpleasant grinding inside of Belinda slowed, and she sighed peacefully.

Being close to Claire made everything better.

Claire reached out to stroke Belinda’s hair, but she couldn’t stop shaking her head. She didn’t pull away, but her head kept moving back and forth.

She stared ahead, teeth closed around her bottom lip, arms clinging to Elizabeth. The naked blonde smiled, concern in her eyes, but she said nothing. In that moment, much like Belinda, her job was to provide physical comfort, and she was good for that. Her body, more than just a little curvy, gave Claire plenty of warmth to hide herself in.

Belinda, tight and warm, sexy and helpless, provided her own kind of support.

Together, with Alexis protectively squeezing her, Claire was surrounded on all sides by women focused on her happiness and comfort.

“If…” Alexis cleared her throat. “If you don’t feel safe with me? That’s fine. I… Hoped? By weaving Elizabeth for you… and some… surprises for later—good ones!—you’d feel safer with me. If I fucked up, and you still can’t, well… I’ll leave you alone, but I’m still going to watch over you. I am your big sister.”

“No…” Claire stopped shaking her head. “No.”

Alexis kissed Claire’s cheek. “I mean it…! Family isn’t important to everyone in the Weavers, but I take this responsibility very seriou—”

“No!” Claire interrupted her, loud and pitiful as her voice gave way to sniffles. Her body shook, and tears filled her eyes. “That’s… That’s not what happened… It wasn’t… Carnelian or Ruby or whoever trying to meet me… that’s not what happened… I never told anyone what happened…!”

Alexis frowned, using her thumb to push some of Claire’s tears away. “I can make it so no one else in the room will remember hearing you, and you can—”

“No…” Claire whispered this time. It was a soft, pleading sound. “You don’t understand I… I’d done something bad. Something… wrong. I don’t remember it… but it… it made Mae-mommy so… mad. It didn’t feel like she was being unreasonable, so I know what I did was bad… it was really bad, really wrong… and she was… so angry. She left to… do something… and I tried to chase after her, to say I was sorry, to beg her to let me fix it…

“And that was when… those women and… the closet and… laughing and…” Claire sniffled louder, sobs making her body shake. “I was… I was bad and… and… and I know it sounds silly, I know a grown adult isn’t supposed to feel like this, but… but I do. Mae found me… saved me… even though I was so bad… that happened because I was bad…”

Alexis shook her head, and rested her chin over Claire’s head. “No. You weren’t bad. Mae was bad because she kept you from the rest of your family. Carnelian was bad because she didn’t think how it would hurt you. And I…”

For a few long minutes, the two sisters quietly cried. Nestled together, shaking in soft sobs, they cuddled as Belinda nuzzled Claire’s leg and Elizabeth stroked her hair.

Claire was the one who found her voice first.

“That means… all these years of feeling like… if I was bad… people would leave me… that I’d be taken away… that I was this bad thing and if I didn’t behave…”

Alexis squeezed her tighter.

“You didn’t deserve any of that… and if you’re afraid that I’m here to recruit you? Or weave you…?” Alexis kissed some of her sister’s tears away. “Sweet mother, I cannot weave. Slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.”

Sniffling, Claire looked up at her older sister. “Who…?”

“You, silly…” Alexis gently smoothed her sister’s hair in a matching rhythm with Elizabeth. “So now’s when I reveal the full harem that I’ve gathered up. Some of this was part of… expanding into the area… but….” Alexis held up her fingers.

Snap!

“Michelle…! Bring them in, please…?”

“M-Michelle…?” Claire sniffled, trying to rub at her nose with the back of her hand. “Wh… So you… Wait… Belinda… Elizabeth…”

Alexis kissed her sister’s lips softly, squeezing her tighter. “Shh. Let your big sis show you the women she weaved just for you. They’re all at your disposal, too… because what’s mine is yours. This is the least I can do for not being there to be your tough, big sister.”

Michelle walked up to the couch, holding a box of tissues. Claire took it gratefully, staring up at Michelle dressed in a short red skirt, and a black open sweater over a red shirt with a low, dipping neckline. Behind her, Fiona, wearing a pair of impossibly short shorts, and one of her golden sweaters stepped close behind her.

“She was my first acquisition…? She has a boyfriend, but he has no clue. Infiltration is fun like that… and Fiona…? She came into town at a really convenient time—and that girl was just begging to be part of a lesbian harem…” Alexis wiggled her fingers at Fiona who blushed and waved back.

Claire stared in awe.

She parted her lips to speak, and Alexis pushed her finger over her sister’s parted lips.

“Watch, sis. You have Belinda at your feet, Elizabeth beside you, and…” Alexis grinned. “We uh… tried to just get Belinda on her own, but… best laid plans… My luck, I’m betting that I just missed her yesterday… so…”

She motioned at Vivienne and Lauren, Belinda’s family dressed identically in a pair of tight, shiny, black latex bodysuits that went right up to their chins. Claire quivered, her thighs clenching as Belinda down at her feet peeled out of her clothes, revealing the latex she wore underneath. She stood between her sister and her mother, all three of them looking so lovingly at Claire down on the couch.

“The Kims?”

Alexis grinned.

“Mother, and daughters…” She kissed Claire’s cheek again. “Yours.”

Claire mewled, her eyes fluttering as she stared ahead at the sight. Their tight bodies were wrapped up in such a shiny second skin, making them look that much smoother, that much more like sex objects instead of women in a way that made Claire shudder.

I… do still want to date Belinda, but…

…Nothing says I can’t fool around with her sister, and her mother too, if… well… she’s into that… and we could all do it together…

Alexis’s grin grew as she watched her sister’s reactions. “Perfect! But… I still have one other little surprise! Because I’d wanted to meet you yesterday. I’d hoped to meet you the day before that, actually…? I was hoping to meet you at lunch… tease you, make you want to know more, but… you’ve been missing, and…”

Wearing the same skirt, the same blue coat over her white blouse, the same black skirt and sheer stockings, Claire’s redheaded professor stepped out beside the other women.

“Miss Quinn?!” Claire mewled, kissing at Elizabeth’s shoulder instinctively as her whole body shook. “You… got me… A teacher?!”

“Professor.” Alexis waved her hand dismissively. “Teacher. Close enough. I would have gotten you your favorite, but Michelle didn’t know for sure which one you found sexiest… and I couldn’t find you to chat. Plus there was the whole matter of getting you in trouble with Belinda because I was so deep in infiltrator mode I didn’t realize that you were ‘C’ and just sent that cover story so her nosiest friend—judging from her texts—and her SO wouldn’t miss her while I got to work…”

Claire flushed, whining without any real frustration to the sound.

It was hard to be too upset with a blushing, squirming harem in front of her and her straight-girl crush against her face.

Alexis weaved Lauren and Vivienne because Belinda was so worried she went to meet up with me… And because I was busy with Belinda… Claire giggled, and couldn’t stop as her eyes filled with tears all over again. Because of that text… Belinda found out about Mae and Sophia… That’s why…

Oh this is fucking hilarious!

Alexis anxiously cleared her throat. “Everything… alright…?”

“Uh-huh… Just… everything is fitting together much… clearer…” Claire sighed. “I… one second… I need to send a text…?”

“Of course…!” Alexis sighed in relief. “Go right ahead… I’ll just admire the view!”

[Hey, P? Turns out I have a surprise sister. Apparently my third mother is someone named Carnelian…? A lot of what’s been happening to me… basically forever feels like a combination of having a mommy fetish, and Carnelian—apparently. I’m at Belinda’s now, and everything seems like it’s going to turn out alright.]

[Mae-mommy is missing, but even if it doesn’t take all of my trauma away the thing that’s made me scarred and terrified, uh… wasn’t what I thought it was, so….]

[We’ll need to hang out again, soon! I’ll tell you more!]

She muted her phone, and tried to tuck it back into her bag only for her emergency pill bottle to fall down to the floor.

Before she could grab it up, Alexis grabbed it first. Claire didn’t even try to stop her from reading it, just shifting uncomfortably on the couch before nuzzling into Elizabeth’s naked breast.

“…Your anxiety seems pretty serious. I… probably made it worse by trying to be dramatic, huh….?” Alexis frowned apologetically as Claire nodded. “Do you want to take some meds to help yourself calm down… and then have a little sisterly fun fucking away at some helpless women until we need to curl up and take a nap in one big pile of slick wet women?”

Claire’s eyes lit up, and she nodded rapidly.

“You… are the coolest big sister… ever…!” Claire leaned up to kiss Alexis, and before she realized it Claire was holding her face, parting her lips, and rubbing her tongue along her sister’s.

She tastes so… right…

She feels so… wonderful…

I have a sister…

Alexis’s body rubbed against her own, and Claire stroked along the sweater that covered her breast. Both of them moaned together, and when they drew back a thin line of saliva connected their mouths before it fell apart.

Mmmmmm… a sister who is just as much of a deviant, just as much fucked up as I am…

And probably can teach me even more about Sapphistry, introduce me to another mother?

Claire licked her lips, her eyes fluttering.

“This is worth… all of the stress… all of it, and more…”

Alexis grinned.

“Then you don’t get to be upset when I have you take some of your meds before we get started—just in case—huh?”

The two sisters stared into each other’s eyes.

Claire tried to pout, and Alexis tried to scowl.

Moments later they were locking lips again, mashing against each other’s warmth to savor as much of the sensation as they could.