"I like the darkness." Milda tilted her head a little, smiling; her sharpened teeth generally made people run, but Joe merely looked at her nervously. "I like it a lot." She thought Joe might be special. "Do you like darkness, too?"

"It's alright," he muttered, glancing away.

Milda smiled, leaning close. Her chest pressed against the rippled black cloth when she did that, the lower lip lifting up enough to give anyone behind her a view. They wouldn't see anything but blackness, unless they were too close for safety. She loved it when they got that close. But no one came. Joe backed off nervously, though.

"You know I'm married, right?"

"It doesn't matter, Joe," she smiled. "The darkness will take you both, if I ask it; I like it a lot." She grinned. "The darkness is more than big enough."

"Yeah… I'm sure…" he glanced over her shoulder, shifting back and forth against the door frame in his hand. He looked adorable when he did that; so sweet. "Are your parents here?"

She smiled. "I'm eighteen; I don't need parents. Were you curious about that, Darkness?" she leaned against him as she whispered, her cloth tightening further, her breasts touching against him. He would able to feel her nipples through the cloth. She watched his throat move up and down as he swallowed.

"My name is Joe." His voice sounded choked. Like he was letting her get to him; but he pushed her away. She loved that about him, too. So innocent for all his drawing. The sweetest of the dark; so perfect for what she had in mind.

She smiled at that, running a fingernail across his skin; he shivered in response, driving his flesh lightly against the tip of her nail. She giggled back, feeling the entire length of muscle on his arm. "It's all a lie," she told him, keeping her voice to a bare whisper. "Everything about you is a lie. Your face is a lie; your voice is a lie; your existence is a lie. A male lie, wrapped around the feminine sweetness."

Joe squirmed in front of her; he was getting nervous, now that his existence was on the line. In that he wasn't special at all. "Look, just because I write gender benders doesn't mean-"

"It's your nature, calling out." She smiled,  leaning in against him again, wrapping her hands around him as her fingernails dug lightly into his back. "Your existence, crying out to me in stories; demanding its freedom from the male shell that has protected it all these years. My little sister of the dark."

"You're wrong; you're insane." Joe was shaking his head back and forth, hurriedly. Milda tilted her head a little to watch it,  a small smile playing across her face.

"Maybe I am," she admitted. "But it doesn't matter; when I crack you open, someone will come out. Even if there was no one there before, there will have been someone there all along; that's how stories work, you know. Stories and magic; and little girls of the darkness."

"You're not making any – ahhhh – sense…" he whispered; it sounded sensoul to her. He was shivering against her, trembling and shuddering. His skin felt cold. His body felt empty. Her fingers dug into it and tore, the threads connecting its back separating as the thin skin that separated reality and fantasy split, the fake crumbling to nothing as breasts pressed against her back.

"Oh," the voice whispered, soft and feminine. The faceon it peeled away, tender eyes blinking at her, dark eyes drilling into her soul. They're owner titled her head to the right, the dark colored pigtails bouncing a little in the sun. "I'm free," she whispered.

The masculine arms flopped to the ground, the legs sliding to the earth as slender things moved out, the striped stocking legs flashing a few times as their owner tried to get use to them. "I'm… I'm… I'm…"

"Darkness," Milda smiled, kissing her sister on the cheek. Their breasts rubbed against each other beneath the cloth, the tight material of her sister's dress giving the chest definition as they met. She gripped the dark material between her fingers, rubbing it softly with a smile. So familiar to what she was used to.

She'd known where to find her sister from the first time she'd seen the comic strip, the first time "Joe" had poured his reality through the walls of fantasy. Her little sister, all grown up. She smiled, and kissed the girl on the other cheek as well. "You're home."

Darkness nodded, a small smile on her face. "It was nice being Joe, though… The memories are starting to fade, but I liked it… his wife, too. Will she be sad?"

Milda shook her head, a small smile splitting her lips. "Don't you know?" she asked, her voice a bare whisper of a laugh. "The wife of a sister, is a sister too. That's why Darkness is all consuming."

Darkness giggled, showing her sharpened teeth.