[Popular] A Love that Can't Be

Title: A Love that Can't Be
TV Show: Popular
Author: DCForever
Site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/DCForeverFics
Email: bryanc23@yahoo.com or dcforever23@yahoo.com
Feedback: Always welcomed and appreciated and expected
Archiving: E-mail me for permission
Rating: NC-17 (Just read it..doubt you will be disappointed)
Summary: Sam McPherson is in love, but is it a mutual feeling...aer ler love is uncovered
Warning: If you are not the legal age in your area to read adult related stories or if you do not care to read female slash (f/f) stories, then please turn around and go back where you came from. This is the only warning you will get. If the above doesn't include you, then please do enjoy the following story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any copyright to the tv show "Popular," the WB, or the writers of the show. So please don't sue.
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Jane knocked on her daughter's door. Sam had only been home for a thirty minutes and was in her room preparing to take a much needed shower.

"Sweetheart, can I come in?"

"Sure mom, the door isn't locked."

Opening the door, "So how was your day? Anything exciting happen?"

"Just the usual day. School, homework, and working on a school news article for the paper. If I'm going to be a Pulitzer Winner I need all the practice I can get."

"You know, that has a nice ring to it...Samantha McPherson McQueen Pulitzer Award Winner. I would really have something to tell the ladies when I get my hair done. You would be the talk of the town."

"Yeah sure mom...that would be until Brooke's name was mentioned. Then it would be what a fabulous women she is. Miss World, Miss Playboy, Miss Everything and then I would be yesterday's news. Remember mom, what goes around comes around. Yeah, its out of context, but somehow it seems to fit."

"So I can see you and Brooke are still having problems with this marriage thing. Mike and I are happy and we so want you and Brooke to be just as happy with each other."

"Yeah, still copping with you and Mike getting hitched, but don't worry...I'm sure Brooke and I will eventually find some common ground. Til then, I will fight and defend my turf."

"Just don't play to hard honey. Hate for you two to destroy this beautiful house and each other."

Sam turned back toward her dresser as Jane started to leave the room, but she just couldn't let go of what she found out.

Turning back to face her daughter, "Sam, when you get out the shower I think we need to have a more in depth discussion."

Not quite sure what her mom was getting at, "Sure mom. Whatever you say."

Jane left her daughter to her privacy and her awaiting shower. The shower was just what Samantha was needing.
After the shower, Sam dressed in a small t-shirt and a pair of panties and wrapped her body in her warm, cotton robe and flung herself on the bed. By this time her mom had returned and knocked on the door before she entered. It was obvious that Jane wasn't her usual self. Studying her mothers movements and actions, Sam started to really worry that something was wrong. As Jane made her way toward her daughter she was still deciding the best way to talk to her. Its not everyday that you accidentally discover that your daughter has a crush on another
girl...especially when the other girl is going to soon be her sister.

Starring at her daughter's relaxed form on the bed, "Honey, I'm not sure how to approach this, but I need you to be understanding and completely open with me. Can you do that? And remember, I can usually tell when you start to lie...you could really take some lessons from Brooke or Nicole. They both have it down to an art."

Jane waited patiently for her daughter's response.

"What's wrong mom? You're starting to worry me."

"Oh don't worry dear. The problem isn't with me, but I have a suspicion that it is with you."

Sam was shocked at her mother's words and immediately felt goose bumps pop all over her body. The tension seemed to be sucking all the air from the room as mother and daughter deafly stared down each other.

"You've lost me mom"

"Please dear, if something is bothering you, please...just tell me. You haven't been acting your normal self in the last few weeks. At dinner time you don't seem to be hunand and from the phone call I got the other day from your teacher your grades are starting to drop off. You race to your room everyday after school and no longer interact with the rest of us. Especially with Brooke. I know Mike and I don't condon the fact that you and Brooke fight all the time...or should I say used to fight, but there haven't been any fighting for sometime now and I'm really starting to worry. Its not like you two not to have a few bad words to say about each other. Is something wrong at school or do you have a problem with the family...other than the fact you don't want this marriage to take place?"

Jane was praying that her daughter would crack. She didn't knny ony other way to approach the matter..if they ever approached it at all.

"Mom, there is nothing wrong with me. If you had to give what I'm going through a title it would be a mild state of depression, if that. Plus I'm feeling some stress from the newspaper and school, but that is all it is. Nothing really to worry about."

Her words were coming out crystal clear, but Sam knew she was lying through her teeth. Everything that was different about her and the changes she was going through all were the effects of a one Brooke McQueen. Over the last few weeks, her feelings towards her nemisis and soon-to-be-sister had changed drastically. She no longer felt hate for the blonde, but admiration, lust, love, and totally despiration to touch her body. She couldn't seem to get Brooke's image out of her mind since the last family carwash.

Sam and her mom had started a little tradition of washing their car together at least once a month. Well, the last family carwash also included her new family members, Mike and Brooke...and Brooke's bikini left nothing to the imagination. She was stunningly sexy in her blue, two piece bathing suit. Even some of the neighbors stopped by for a little chit-chat, just so they could get a close-up look at Brooke. She was desired by so many and she knew about them all...except for one. The car washing wasn't the problem, but afterward when her and Brooke were left to clean up the mess...that is when it happened.

Brooke had crept up behind Sam and had dumped a bucket full of suds all over her. The water was cold and totally shocked the girl. When she turned around to face Brooke, Brooke started snickering and pointing at Sam's chest. The water's temperature had a hardening effect on her breasts and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
Brooke teased her, "I bet Harrison and the other Kennedy boys would love to see this side of you. All wet and pointy and all. Finally we have something in common...pointing to her own hardened breasts. Too bad you don't show them off as much as Nicole and myself or you could have any guy at Kennedy eating out of your hand or wherever you preferred him to ear out of." Brooke pressed the side of her breasts up against Sam's, "Wow!," grabbed one in her hand, "And they're bigger and harder than mine. Seems someone is turned on."

In disgust, Sam stepped back, bent over and mooned the girl. Brooke had been waiting for a photographic moment...pulling her instant flash camera from the back of her bikini bottoms...waiting and ready. When Sam turned back to look at Brooke, she was struck with horror. She saw flash after flash go off before her very eyes. Not only was the mooning captured on film, but so were the pointed breasts that were conciled behind Sam's soaking wet t-shirt. Sam chased her for a while, but finally gave up...allowing Brooke to think she had gotten the best of her. Sam new exactly how she could get bat tht the blonde.

Later that evening, while Brooke was showering, Sam went throughout the house turning on all the hot water she could manage. As she crept into the steamy bathroom, she heard a high pitch scream and immediately following, Brooke jumped out of the shower...shivering all over. In that instant, Sam captured the prize of all prizes on polaroid film. Brooke McQueen completely naked, water drng ong off her body, nipples as hard as rocks.

"Hey Brooke, payback is a bitch isn't it?"

Without saying a word, Brooke walked past Sam and into her room where she retrieved her camera. She had realized defeat and the girls exchanged camera for camera and went their separate ways. Brooke wasn't the brightest girl or she would have thought to look to see that the camera was a Polaroid Instant and have known to ask for the instantly developed pictures. Sam still possessed those pictures and was even using them to aid in her personal pleasuring each night.

It was those pictures and a brief summary of the above memorihat hat Jane had read in one of her daughter's journals. She was putting Sam's clothes away when she was interrupted by a phonel fol for Mike and Sam's journal was the closest paper for taking down the message. It was then that she ran across the journal entry and the pictures. Stunned by her findings she read through the rest of the journal and two others that she later found under the dresser. One journal was more of a scrapbook comprised of cutout pictures of her and Brooke and some Playboy looking models. Jane read all about the fantasies that Sam was having about Brooke and all the turmoil the girl was going through knowing that she could never experience those experiences with Brooke. It was this delima that Jane was trying to get her daughter to express.

"Okay sweetheart, answer me this. Not sure how to say this without just saying it and getting it out in the open." Sam was now leaning on her arm, "Sam, do you have a thing for cheerleaders? Female cheerleaders to be exact? Possibly a certain sister?"

Sam hadn't expected to hear this from her mother. How did she find out.

"Please don't think I was snooping or anything, but I ran across one of your journal entries..and some pictures of a certain young blonde female...a naked blonde female to be exact and a certain lost pair of bloomers that the colors happen to match a certain blonde female's cheerleading uniform. Now would you like to talk?"

Stunned beyond disbelief, Sam laid back in bed in an act of shame and started crying.

Through sobbing tears, "I'm sorry mom. I don't know what came over me. I just started having these feelings...feelings I knew were wrong...feelings that felt too good to be wrong. Please don't be mad at me."

"Mad? That isn't possible. Confused and somewhat disappointed is more like it. I love you sweetheart and I thought we used to could tell each other any and everything that was bothering us. You should have come to me with your situation."

Still sobbing, "I know mom, but this was something that you couldn't help with. Only Brooke could, but evhinghing I wrote in those journals were just fantasies and that's all they were..."

"...ohhh mom, what are you doing? ahhh"

"Just lay back sweetheart and relax. I know I'm not Brooke, but it seems you just need another female hand to help you out at the moment. If it would make matters better, I donind ind if you call me Brooke"

During her daughter's sobbing explanation, Jane had pushed her right hand into Sam's robe and was delicately massaging her mound through her panties. Upon hearing Sam's moaning, she took her left hand and gently untied the robe and pushed her hand under the girl's t-shirt, seizing a braless breast. She continued her massaging and meading until she felt dampness seaping through the material. She ducked her hand inside the material and started rubbing circles around her daughter's clitorius. Jane knew from her own pleasurings that Sam needed this relief in the worst of ways. Touching and pleasuring another female was not new to Jane, but this time she wasn't wanting anything in return. She was performing a motherly duty by helping her daughter out...and in the further reaches of her mind she was also living out one of her own hidden fantasies. A smile came to her face as she turned and watched the effects she was having on her daughter. Sam, with her eyes closed and a grin a mile long, seemed to be in dreamland. Jane leaned down and gave Sam a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips and proceeded towards her breasts. She ran her tongue over each breast and then one-by-one she proceeded a baby-like sucking motion.

Hours later, Brooke returned from the mall with Nicole and rushed to her room to listen to the new cd she had bought. As they passed Sam's room, Brooke looked at Nicoleshe she was vividly shaking her head from side-to-side, but Brooke figured it would be okay to invite Sam to her room to listen to the cd as well. Things hadn't been that great between her and Sam as of late...a little bonding wouldn't hurt. Knowing that Sam always came home and listened to her walkman-cd player, Brooke didn't bother with the mindless door knock and opened Sam's bedroom door. There, on Sam's bed was her and her mother...sleeping in the same position they were in earlier. Both girls were stunned and quickly closed the door and rushed to Brooke's bedroom.

"Brooke, is that natural in this house?"

"No way! How could you think something like that?"

"Don't get me wrong, but didn't we both just see the same thing? Was or was that not Ms. McPherson's mouth covering Sam's breast? And her hand was between her legs. If I'm mistaken... maybe we need to look again."

"Damn Nicole. Yes, I saw what you saw...and yes, I'm just as shocked...but in a weird way it sort of explains somethings. I don't agree with it, but did you see Sam's face? I haven't seen her face that lit up since...well, forever. And from the looks of things, Jane wasn't receiving...just giving..."

"What, you think she was helping Sam? I don't think so! Its obvious that she had fucked her. You think Sam has Jane on a string or something...you know...at her beck and call 24-7? I bet Sam's her mistress. What kind of kinky family are you getting involved with Brooke?"

"Just stop it Nicole! Sam is right about one thing...you can sure be a bitch sometimes."

"Considering her state of undress and what I saw in there...that's probably what she wants me to be...her bitch."

Brooke couldn't take Nicole's mouth and comments anymore. Without thinking, she rushed Nicole and pinned her up against the closed door, attacking her lips with her own. Breast to breasts, the blonde forced herself on the shorter blonde...ripping her shirt and fondling her breasts. Brooke had gotten the hint that Nicole would like to be a submissive. She pinned Nicole's arms above her head the best she could while her tongue traced a slimy trail from her lips to her breasts. She lightly bit each nipple before filling her mouth with one delicious globe after the other. Nicole was in heaven and was eating up the moment...before long, she was on her hands and knees eating something else up all. ll. As soon as Nicole had gotten Brooke off and was greeted with her tasty juices for the second time, Brooke backed away and yet again greeted Nicole, but this time it was with a camera flash.

"That's just one of several pictures I took during our little party. Say one word about Sam and Jane to anyone and everyone in school, town, and on the net will see and hear about your lusting for being dominated and the craving you have for pussy...and not cock."

Cocking hyebryebrow, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would. This family has enough going on as it is to have to be worried about incestuous orgies, rumors, or the cops. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes, and understanding is what we have. So what just happened had no meaning behind it? You used me because you had a feeling I would use this against you and Sam. I guess over the years you have gotten to know me pretty good. Never thought you would sink this low...I mean, you have to admit this scheme of your's is down near my level. That's pretty low...especially for you."

"I do what I have to protect and survive."

Brooke walked past Nicole and opened the door motioning for the shorter blonde to leave. Nicole looked at her ripped blouse and asked if she could borrow something to wear home before she left. Brooke removed her own blouse, leaving only her tan colored bra, and flung the blouse in Nicole's face. Nicole slid it over her head and straightened her hair before she realized Brooke was standing in the doorway to her room...braless. Her mouth dropped open at the sight before her.

"Figured all I put you through..I could at least give you a nice parting gift." walking inches from Nicole and partially opening Sam's door once again, "Now here's your chance...suck 'em."

Nicole Julian turned to stare at the sleeping mother-daughter pair as she accepted Brooke's gift with an open mouth.

Brooke whispered in the girl's ear, "Enjoy it while you can...there will never be any seconds. And just look at Sam...laying there all vulnerable and all...showing off all her glories...looking mighty sexy...and to think you will never experience that pleasure...the pleasure you've been keeping locked inside since the day you filaidlaid eyes on her. Don't worry Nic, I figured it out a long time ago. Hell, its the only reason you like fighting with her...cause when she's pissed her breathing gets shorter and her breasts start heaving. On top of that, you love watching her tight-jeaned ass as she walks in the opposite direction as you. Guess I will win that bet between Josh, Sugar, and Mary Cherry after all. You lust for something you will never have."

A tear dropped from Nicole's eye as she listened to the words being whispered in her ear.

THE END