A Sister's Gift

This is a follow-up story to "Making A Mistake."  http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600086949

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Several days after that ill-fated chat, Oriana was once again staring at the videos her twin sister had sent her.



One part of her thought that maybe she should give her sister a break.  After all, neither of them had even known each other since about eight months ago.  Miranda had known about her, of course, helping keep her safe from the dangerous man that was looking for her.  But until that day on Illium, when someone she'd never met before walked up to her and told her she was her sister, neither of them had much experience dealing with each other.



So she should expect that Miranda would have some growing pains, getting used to interacting with a younger sister.  But damn, Randa, talk about moving from one pole to another.



"And speaking of poles," Oriana muttered to herself, watching as a younger woman, probably about her age, grinned as the cock she was working on spewed out across her face.  God, was she some kind of pervert or something?  Her first instinct had been to delete the whole message and forget she'd even talked to Miranda, but some part of her had wanted to get a look at what all the fuss was about.



It was the one thing she'd never told anyone.  Not her best friends, not even Miranda: she was a virgin.  Her parents had watched her like a hawk when she was a teenager, enforcing strict curfews and imposing other rules that Oriana only now understood were for her own protection.  Too bad that protection kept her away from the kind of attention she wanted to attract.  She hadn't dated all through high school, and just when she was getting used to college and starting to consider sowing her wild oats before they got stale, her entire world got flipped, turned upside down.  



And now she was here, at a whole new college on a whole new planet.  Hell, even under a different last name; at least these folks Miranda worked with let her keep her first name, rather than force her to relearn what she should respond to.



So here she was, Oriana Navras, 20 years old and the only penis she'd ever seen was on a video screen.



Maybe Miranda was right; maybe she should be bold with Danner.  But Danner wasn't like her.  He was handsome and athletic and he'd probably had tons of girls before her.  She would be mortified to be in bed with him, all clumsy and inexperienced, while he struggled not to laugh at her.



Her thoughts went to Meliah, and she frowned.  The thought of that little slut getting her hands on Danner chased away all of her doubts, if only for a split second.  While she watched the new video that had started playing, she reached into the bottom drawer of her desk, dug through various pieces of junk, and retrieved her vibrator.



"Can't be that hard," she said to herself, as she tried her best to imitate the woman in the video.  She tasted the residue of her own juices on the hard plastic as she licked it up and down.  The wide-eyed asari in the video started to deep-throat the cock in front of her, and Oriana was about ready to follow suit when there was a knock at her dorm room door.



"Ori, you in?" said Cat's voice from outside.



Hastily, Oriana jammed the vibrator back into place and slammed the drawer shut.  "I'm here, come on in!" she called out as she jammed on the power button of her terminal.  The image of the alien woman licking her partner's scrotum vanished.



The door slid open, and Cat walked in with something in her hands.  While Oriana had had difficulty getting to know people in her new school, she and Catherine Lanister had been best friends within weeks of her arrival.  The curvy girl with loose red hair and laughing green eyes had made it a point to welcome the newcomer, and the two had quickly bonded over their many shared traits.  Both of them were originally from asari planets, and were used to being the lowly, inferior humans looked down upon by the oldest known race.  They both turned their noses up at the current dreck being called "pop music," although Cat was more into 20th century jazz than Ori's more classical tastes.



And both of them were twins, although there was no way Oriana could tell Cat that.  She'd want to know more about Miranda, and then the obvious question would be raised as why Ori's "twin" was about ten years older than her.



"Studying for the midterm from hell in two weeks?" Cat said, bouncing down in a chair next to Oriana.  Seeing the blank terminal screen, she grinned.  "Or too afraid to even look at the study guide?"



"No point," Oriana said with a resigned tone.  "There's no way I'm going to remember all those dates and wars and all that.  Looks like I'm going to have to enjoy another semester of Late 20th Century Earth History with dreary old Mr. Krelis."



Cat leaned in close to Oriana.  "You know what you have to do, don't you?"



"What?"



That same old naughty smile came to Cat's face.  "Go into Krelis's office, pull down those ugly pants of his, and suck that turian dick till your guaranteed A pops out the end."



Oriana grabbed a notebook and swatted at Cat, as her friend cackled.  "You're so gross, Cat," Oriana said, smiling despite herself.  As she put the notebook back on her desk, she looked down at Cat's hands and remembered.  "What's that there?"



"Oh, mail was coming in when I got back," Cat said.  "Guy was putting this in your box, but I told him I was your lesbian lover, and the blood rushed south so quick I was able to nab this for you."



Oriana rolled her eyes at her friend's constantly dirty mind.  She took the package from Cat and rested it on her desk.  "Probably those new violin strings I ordered.  Not that I'm going to get much use out of them, anyway."



Cat's good mood immediately fell.  "I'm telling you, Ori, you gotta put in for a transfer to another room."



"I've tried, believe me," Oriana said.  "With me arriving so late in the year, though, I'm pretty much stuck with little Miss Stick-Up-Her-Butt until next year."



Oriana had been the third roommate of Dyena Mallus, the previous two having quit school entirely rather than put up with her.  She'd made an immediate impression several hours after Oriana had settled into her room.  Five seconds after she had put bow to string on her violin, the dowdy asari had snapped her head up from her work and yelled, "Would you please stop that racket?  I'm trying to work!"  Oriana hadn't dared play with her roommate in the immediate area since.



"Thankfully she's probably going to be off at the library all day," Oriana said.  "At least I can get myself ready to fail a little less painfully."



Cat laid a comforting hand on Oriana's shoulder.  "Don't sweat it, Ori.  I'll be here to help you if..."



"Hey, Cat," said a man's voice.  Both of them turned to see Jason Lanister poke his head into the room.  "Could I get those astronomy notes back from you?"



"Jason!" Cat cried out, her tone scandalized.  "You should have knocked!  What if we'd been naked in here or something?"



The slim red-headed man grimaced.  "Well, if you'd been naked in here, sis, you'd be pleased to know it would be the last thing I'd ever see before I drilled my own eyes out of their sockets."  He looked over at Oriana and smiled.  "How you put up with her on a regular basis, I don't know."



"You're dead!" Cat rushed at her brother and wrestled him into a headlock.  "You see this little weakling here?" she called out to Oriana as Jason struggled.  "Getting beat up by a girl, you little pansy?"  Jason got his hand up under her armpit and started ticking.  "Hey, no fair!" she said in-between peals of uncontrollable laughter.



Oriana watched them with a smile, but deep down she couldn't help feeling a little envious.  In between the usual sibling taunting and teasing, she knew the Lanister twins were the best of friends.  Meanwhile, her sister was billions of light years away, off having some grand adventures while leaving poor little Ori off by herself.



Yeah, she knew it was out of Randa's control.  That if she'd had the choice, Miranda would be there right now, the two of them catching up for the years of lost time.  But Miranda had important work out there, and Oriana would just have to content herself with enjoying a sibling relationship by proxy.



"You give?" Jason exclaimed, having driven Cat down onto Oriana's bed and tickling her in both armpits now.



"Never!" Cat shrieked as she escaped from Jason's tickle assault and dashed around him out of the dorm room.  Jason was about to give chase when Oriana called out.



"What's up, Ori?" Jason said.



Oriana hesitated, but finally asked.  "Jason, what do you think about Danner?"



Jason immediately turned concerned, and he sat down next to Oriana.  "Something going on with you two?"



"I wish it was between me and him," Oriana said.  "But these days I think it's more between him and Meliah."



He gave her a comforting smile and a pat on the shoulder.  "Honestly, Ori.  If that idiot picks that tramp Meliah over you, he didn't deserve you in the first place."



"Maybe I'm just imagining things," Oriana said.  "I'm meeting him tonight, do you think I should confront him?"



Jason shook his head.  "Nothing good'll come of that, not when you don't have any real proof.  Either he is cheating, and then he'll just lie to you about it and learn to be more discrete, or he's innocent, and you'll end up scaring him off.  Just play it cool for now, but keep your eyes open.  If you end up finding out for sure he's a scumbag, you know me and Cat'll be there to pour varren feces in his back of his hovercar."



Oriana laughed.  Sometimes, she really wished Jason was her type.  But while he was almost as good a friend to her as Cat, she just couldn't think of him in that way.  Plus, dating her best friend's brother would be all kinds of weird.



"You hang in there, alright?" Jason said, rising to his feet.  "You ever need to talk to me about anything, you know where you can reach me."



Oriana nodded.  "Thanks," she said.  "But I think I'll be okay."