Sibling Rivalry, Part 2

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Subject: "Sibling Rivalry" Part 2 of 3 (long)
Date: 5 Oct 1995 20:47:06 -0400
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That afternoon Rachel arrived home from school before Sandy and decided it
was time to put
her pay back plan into action. She dug out her old Polaroid from the
depths of the closet and
made sure there was film and fresh batteries. She concealed the camera in
one of the drawers of
the file cabinet which was right beside the large study desk in their
bedroom. Minutes later,
Sandy arrived home from school just as Rachel was enjoying a cigarette in
the family room
watching television. Sandy, without saying a word, headed right to the
bedroom to start her
homework. About 20 minutes later, Sandy called out to Rachel, "Do you
think you could help
me with this new math stuff, I just don't get it? That is, if your not too
busy smoking.". Rachel's
plan was proceeding on cue, as she hurriedly lit a cigarette and
intentionally left it burning in the
ash tray in the family room. Rachel sat down at the desk, pretending to
fully understand the math
problem Sandy was working on, and then asked Sandy "Hey squirt, I think I
can solve this
equation, but could you please go out to the family room and get the
cigarette I left burning in the
ash tray, it may take a while." Sandy, appreciating the help with her math
problem, left the
bedroom to retrieve Rachel's cigarette. In her brief absence, Rachel
extracted the Polaroid from
the file cabinet and carefully took aim at the bedroom door, waiting to
catch Sandy "In the act".
When Sandy returned, with Rachel's cigarette case and lighter in one hand
and an ash tray and a
lit cigarette positioned between her fingers in the other, Rachel seized
the opportunity to click off
a picture. In almost disbelief Sandy protested "What are you doing?" as
she carefully placed the
items on the desk. Rachel, intently watching the Polaroid develop before
her eyes responded,
"Oh nothing Sandy, I just thought mom might like to see what you really do
when she's at work."
After several heated exchanges, in which Sandy argued that mom would never
believe she was
actually smoking since she was only holding the cigarette in the picture,
Sandy finally broke
down pleading "OK what do you want from me?". Rachel laid out her terms,
agreeing not to
show CJ the picture, but only on the condition that Sandy take a drag from
her cigarette. Sandy
reluctantly held the long cigarette to her lips, taking a short drag,
without actually inhaling,
grimaced, and said "There, are you happy now?". Rachel, not satisfied at
Sandy's half hearted
attempt demanded, "No, do it again and this time try inhaling, just a
little.". By the next evening,
the scenario was repeated, only this time the stakes were higher, Rachel
demanding three puffs
from the cigarette. As the days passed, Rachel, noticing Sandy was
actually inhaling slightly,
decided a second photo opp was in order. True to form, she clicked off a
second, even more
incriminating photo of Sandy exhaling a long stream of smoke, commenting
"Gee Sandy, I think
mom would believe this one, don't you?". Sandy stared at the photo with a
confused look, not
sure if she liked the image of her exhaling smoke or if she did not, then
snapped back "OK, OK,
you're right, just tell me what you want me to do. Just don't show mom,
please.".
The days soon turned into weeks as Rachel incrementally raised the stakes.
By the second
week, Sandy's demand was measured in cigarettes smoked rather then in
drags. Nearly two
months later, it was clear to Rachel that Sandy was truly enjoying her
punishment, smoking five
cigarettes on the evenings when CJ worked and at least one each morning in
their bedroom. The
blackmail was a mere pretense at this point, as Rachel noticed that Sandy
was pulling hard, with
cheeks hallowed, when she would take a drag and  was holding the smoke
longer, exhaling in
long streams, just as she did.
Now, Rachel decided, it was time for phase two of her master plan. That
afternoon Sandy got
home from school and nervously approached her saying, "OK Rachel, I'm
ready for my
cigarette now". Rachel, now toying with Sandy, took out the two photos and
tore them in half
saying, "Gee sis, I'm sorry I blackmailed you. You don't have to smoke any
more. I will never
make you do that again. Will you ever forgive me?".
Sandy had that confused look on her face once more as she hesitantly
replied "Oh thank you,
I'm glad it's finally over." as she quietly retreated to the bedroom. Not
more then one half hour
later, Sandy emerged from her room and made a bee line for the carton of
Virginia Slims 120's
on top of the fridge. Then Sandy frantically stripped off the cellophane
and shook loose a
cigarette, placing it firmly in her lips, she then stormed out into the
living room and extracted 
Rachel's lighter from her cigarette case, flicked it to life, then took a
deep, deep, first drag, and,
without saying a word, sat down on the couch. Rachel, now smiling, broke
the silence just as
Sandy was taking her third voracious drag, saying "Gee sis, do you think
it's finally time to let
mom know? I mean, I don't think she will mind or anything. After all, when
you ratted on me she
nearly chewed my ear off telling me stories about her smoking escapades
when she was
thirteen." Sandy took another long, deep drag from her cigarette and
looked at Rachel saying,
"You know sis, I have really envied you and mom for the last several
months now, every since
you got permission to smoke. You two seem more like friends then mother
and daughter
anymore. All I can think about lately was how much I want to smoke openly
too, just like you
do every day, with mom." Sandy then took a calmer drag, then while
exhaling a long stream of
smoke towards the ceiling, reflected "Rachel, I really appreciate you
teaching me to smoke. You
know, it's not many big sisters who would take the time...". Rachel
interrupted saying, "You
know Sandy, I think tonight we will let mom know. She just might surprise
you, like she
surprised me that night when you ratted. Please trust me, you'll see". The
two sisters experienced
a very close bonding, as Sandy enjoyed a full seven cigarettes that
evening anxiously awaiting
CJ's return from work. It was clear from her deliberate, soulful deep
drags, her ladylike poise,
and the confidence she displayed in her smoking style that the confusion
she may have once had
was long gone. Sandy now liked herself as a smoker, she liked the smell of
cigarette smoke on
her cloths, she liked the longing for that first cigarette in the morning,
and she especially liked that
special, warm sensation of the smoke entering her lungs, fulfilling her
deepest cravings, time and
time again. For her part, Rachel felt especially proud of little sis,
knowing that Sandy's smoking
habit had matured and would no doubt provide a lifelong source of
pleasure, relaxation and
enjoyment for her, just as it did for herself and for CJ. Rachel glanced
at Sandy reassuringly
saying "Just think little sis, tomorrow you'll be able to join mom and me
at the breakfast table,
instead of hiding out in the bathroom with the fan on, just think...".
Finally, at 11:45 Sandy and
Rachel heard the familiar sound of CJ's key in the door...
(Part 3 of 3 coming soon)  

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