Title: Strawberry Wine
Author: Joanne Collins
Fandom: Askewniverse (Chasing Amy/Mallrats)
Pairing: Alyssa Jones (Joey Lauren Adams)/Tricia Jones (Renee Humphrey), implied Alyssa/Caitlin 
Bree
Rating: [NC-17]
Summary: Alyssa visits home for the first time in years to attend Julie Dwyer's funeral. She 
finds Tricia much more grown-up than she expected. Fun and memories lead to comfort, which leads 
to more.
Status: Finished.
Archive: Yes to KSSlash, Movie_slash, Straight Askew, incestfic, ladyslash, factsofslash, 
Rareslash, Rare_smut, fabulae and CKOS. Others please ask.
Email: Joanne
Series/Sequel: Not planned as such, but you never know what will happen with inspiration. For 
now, it's a standalone.
Web Page: http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/4859/Joanne.html
Disclaimer: All Askewniverse characters belong to Kevin Smith, and the interpretations of these 
two belong to Joey Lauren Adams and Renee Humphrey. Warnings: Incest (sister/sister), f/f sex, 
underage sex (Tricia is fifteen).
Author's note: Tricia appears in Mallrats, Alyssa in Chasing Amy. I've heard that both 
characters also have cameos in Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back, but I haven't seen that one yet. 
The title is from a Deana Carter song. It seemed appropriate for the story.

I have not seen/read any of the supplementary materials to the Askewniverse. All information in 
this story from the canon comes *only* from the movies. If I contradict anything from the comics 
or other sources, it's because I don't know I'm contradicting it.

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The house was quiet as Alyssa opened the door with the key that was kept hidden in the fake rock.

She breathed a sigh of relief that she wouldn't have to face the parental inquisition just yet. 
It had been a hard day, and she wanted to rest for a while before facing up to the usual barrage 
of well-meaning questions about her writing and her lifestyle.

Alyssa took off her black jacket and hung it in the closet, then kicked off her black heels. It 
was a warm afternoon, so she took off her blouse as well, walking through the house in a white 
lacy camisole and the black skirt of her suit, peeling off the pantyhose as well.

She got to the kitchen and pulled out one of the bottles of wine she'd put in the fridge earlier, 
pouring a large glass. She raised the glass to her nose, smelling the scent of strawberries. 
She took a sip, the coolness of the liquid coating her mouth and making her feel less stifled.

Alyssa looked out over the backyard, her father's pride and joy, then turned around. She saw a 
figure silhouetted in the light of the front door. "Heather?" she called softly.

"Not quite, Lyss," the young woman stepped out of the glare of the sunlight, revealing a neat 
school uniform, complete with white socks.

"Trish? Since when did you look so grown-up?"

"I am fifteen," Alyssa's younger sister protested.

"And writing a book about sex. Since when did you kids start getting into that kind of thing?"

"Oh, I remember a certain nickname of yours that we won't bring up," Tricia smirked. "From high 
school."

Alyssa had the grace to blush. "Let's not talk about that and say we did, okay?"

"Well, you were the one who brought it up. Speaking of writing, I loved the latest issue."

"Comics...hardly comparable to a book that might turn out to be a turning point in research."

"You bring something to people too, Lyss. Believe me. I've heard people talk about your comic at 
school. They really like it."

"That's sweet."

"Can I have some?" Tricia indicated Alyssa's glass.

"Sure," Alyssa said, getting another glass and pouring Tricia some wine.

"Why didn't you give me a lecture about being too young?" Tricia asked as they sat at the 
kitchen table and sipped their drinks.

"Because I'm not Mom, and besides, she let me drink wine when I was fourteen."

"Parents never tell you that stuff. They always just say that you're too young, or whatever."

"What do they think about you writing this book?"

"They're Mom and Dad. I'm the 'gifted one'. I tell them what they want to know, but I don't go 
into the details."

"I don't blame you. How's the research going?" Alyssa asked.

"Boringly," Tricia replied.

"How can sex ever be boring?"

"Oh, believe me, it can be. It's not about intimacy. I have to pay attention to what these guys 
are doing all the time. I have to see if having their neck licked does it for them, or if 
they're blow in the ear guys. If their nipples are sensitive, or if they like digital anal 
penetration, and you'd be surprised how many love that. If it's blow jobs that get them off, or 
if they like me in lingerie. It's all so dry and boring. I don't think I've touched anyone out 
of simple affection since I started this. It gets to me sometimes."

"It sounds so clinical. I never thought about sex like that. God, I remember when Caitlin and 
Julie and I used to talk about sex. I haven't thought about that in years. We thought we knew it 
all back then."

"How was the service?"

"Not as eventful as the wake," Alyssa said after pausing for thought.

"I never asked you, were you and Julie ever, um, involved?" Tricia blushed. "I mean, I knew 
about you and Caitlin. From walking in on you. Remember?"

"How could I forget?" Alyssa smiled. "You were what, nine? And you walked in on Caitlin and me 
kissing in bed one morning after one of our sleepovers."

"So, Julie?" Tricia asked.

"No, we were never involved," Alyssa said softly. "I would have loved to be. She was so sweet 
and beautiful. She never thought she was, though. I wanted to be the one to make her feel 
beautiful. I always thought of her as the one who got away. It's something I truly regret never 
having pursued. But I was too busy with Caitlin. I don't regret my time with Caitlin, but 
sometimes, I wonder how things might have been different."

"I'm sorry," Tricia said, taking Alyssa's hand and squeezing it.

"Can we talk about something else? I've cried enough today," Alyssa said.

"Let's go listen to some music," Tricia suggested.

They walked upstairs, Tricia put a CD into the stereo, and the sisters continued to talk.

"So how did you know it was women you liked?" Tricia asked.

"It felt right. I can't say more than that."

Tricia nodded. "I know what you mean. Some things can't be explained, they just *are*."

"Exactly."

Tricia moved uncomfortably. "Lyss, I'm going to change. I hate wearing this uniform when I don't 
have to."

"Go ahead. I'll change the music." Alyssa got up and rifled through the stack of CDs

Tricia pulled off the uniform and slipped a silky robe over her head as Alyssa put on a CD of 
soft instrumental music.

"That's pretty," Alyssa said when she looked at Tricia in the peach silk garment.

"It's just another robe. Some guys like them. Want to see the others I've picked up for 
research?"

"Sure."

Tricia opened one of the closet doors. The space behind it was filled with filmy robes, 
camisoles and other items of lingerie. The pastel colours glowed against the soft wood of the 
closet.

"Wow, that's a lot," Alyssa said, walking over to look at the soft underthings.

"That one would look pretty on you," Tricia said as Alyssa touched a red silk teddy. "Want to 
try it on?"

"Why not?" Alyssa pulled off her camisole and bra, then unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. She 
pulled the red silk on and did up the snaps.

"Very nice," Tricia said. "But there's something missing. Shoes," and she pulled a pair of white 
mules out of the bottom of the closet.

Alyssa slipped her feet into them and walked a few steps. "They're kind of high."

"High heels and cleavage. Too damn many men fall for the old tricks."

Alyssa laughed. "Not only men. Women too."

Tricia laughed and came over to take the mules from Alyssa who had decided not to risk walking 
any more in them. Tricia put them on to show Alyssa how easy she found it to walk in them, only 
to trip the moment she put them on.

Falling forward onto Alyssa, Tricia knocked the breath out of both of them.

"Are you okay?" Alyssa asked after a moment.

Tricia gasped for breath, looking into Alyssa's eyes.

"I'm fine."

Their eyes locked, something passing between them. Without a thought, Alyssa leaned up and 
placed her lips over Tricia's, kissing her. Tricia's arms moved around Alyssa, and she pressed 
into her, kissing her back.

They separated after a moment, eyes locking again, both breathing hard.

"Did we just...?" Tricia couldn't say any more.

"Do you want to stop?" Alyssa asked.

"Is it wrong if I say no?" Tricia asked softly.

"Does it feel wrong for you?" Alyssa was taking this slowly. "Because I can stop whenever you 
want to. Just tell me to stop and I'll stop. But if you don't want me to..."

"I don't want you to stop. I know I should tell you to stop, that I should have told you to stop 
before the kiss, but Lyss, it's been so long since I've *wanted* someone to touch me. I want to 
be with you."

"Could we move this somewhere a little more comfortable, then? I don't think I wanna get rug 
burn on my legs," Alyssa smiled as Tricia moved off her.

"Especially when there's a nice comfortable bed right here," Tricia added, reaching a hand down 
to help Alyssa up.

As she stood, Alyssa felt the heat of Tricia's body against hers. Tricia was the one who pressed 
their lips together this time. Even in the heat of the moment, Alyssa had to ask again, to make
sure it hadn't been a moment of weakness for either of them.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, and please, Lyss, stop asking me. I *want* this, more than I've wanted anything for a long 
time. Please, just touch me."

"Okay. Then I want you to do something for me," Alyssa smiled.

"What?"

"I want you to lie back and let me make love to you. I want to give you this. Please?"

"How could I say no?" Tricia's eyes darkened as Alyssa unsnapped the teddy and pulled it off. 
Tricia watched her sister's body flush with desire as she looked at her pale skin.

Tricia lay on the bed, Alyssa unfastening the robe she wore, the occasional brushes of Alyssa's 
fingers on her flesh causing heat to rise to the places Alyssa touched. Alyssa took Tricia's 
lips again when they were both naked, lying on top of her. The kiss seemed to go on forever, 
and Tricia thought she might come just from this, from feeling her sister's lips on hers, the 
mutual desire and love flowing between them. She didn't think she could feel more pleasure than 
she did in that moment.

Alyssa proved her wrong very soon after, finally releasing her lips to trail kisses over 
Tricia's neck, finding a spot that caused Tricia to moan sensually as Alyssa's tongue tickled it 
gently, then more firmly. "More, there, please," Tricia managed to get out between moans. 
Alyssa continued, each stroke of her tongue making Tricia moan and shudder beneath her.

As she licked Tricia's neck, Alyssa's hands explored Tricia's soft skin, feeling the silken 
flesh under them. Alyssa's fingers found the mound of one of Tricia's breasts, circling over 
the flesh slowly, eventually reaching the puckered nipple at the centre. Alyssa pinched, gently, 
causing the nipple to rise and swell under her fingers.

Alyssa kissed her way over the soft flesh of Tricia's breast, finding the erect nipple and 
swiping her tongue across it. She wetted the stiffened flesh, then blew across it, Tricia's body 
wriggling under her attentions. Alyssa kissed her way across to Tricia's other breast and 
repeated the treatment on it, gently biting down on the nipple to bring it to stiffness in her 
mouth, then swiping her tongue over it.

As she was kissing Tricia's breasts, Alyssa ran a hand over Tricia's thighs, pushing them gently 
apart. She traced her fingers lightly up the soft insides, feeling the flesh warm to her touch, 
gently brushing the patch of curls at the centre, and finally moving lower. Alyssa touched the 
slick lips, feeling Tricia's juices flow as she touched her. Alyssa pushed a finger inside 
Tricia, feeling the heat close around her, slick juices covering her. She lifted her face from 
Tricia's breasts, leaving Tricia panting as she entered her with another finger. She didn't move
them for a moment, just sat there, staring into Tricia's desire-filled eyes, feeling the heat 
around her fingers grow impossibly hotter. A soft moan from Tricia broke the moment and Alyssa 
bent to kiss her lips again, her fingers moving in and out as she did. After a moment, Alyssa 
pulled back, then pulled her fingers out of Tricia, who moaned in protest. Alyssa shook her head 
when Tricia whimpered for more, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste. The sweetness 
exploded over Alyssa's tongue, and she knew she had to taste more of it.

Alyssa moved her body down the bed, settling between Tricia's thighs, kissing the soft inner 
flesh of each one a few times, then biting very gently before moving to the place she most 
wanted to taste. Alyssa ran her tongue very gently over the folds of Tricia's sex, tasting the 
juices that flowed freely. She zeroed in on the clit, erect and throbbing as she touched it with 
her tongue. Alyssa flicked her tongue over the small bud of nerves a few times, Tricia almost 
screaming at each touch, then moved lower again, pushing as much of her tongue as she could 
inside Tricia while gently squeezing the younger woman's clit between two of her fingers. As 
Alyssa moved her tongue inside Tricia, she squeezed her clit just a little more tightly with 
her fingers. That was what finally sent Tricia hurtling over the knife edge she'd been balanced 
on, and she came, her juices bathing Alyssa's face as Tricia cried out her pleasure.

Alyssa stayed there for a moment, licking up the juices that were still flowing, until Tricia 
was too sensitive to be touched. Alyssa moved to lie beside her sister then, waiting till she 
was able to talk again.

"Wow," Tricia said.

Alyssa smiled.

"That was amazing. Lyss, I haven't felt like that - well, ever. Not even before this whole 
project started. I never had someone who made me feel like you do. I can't tell you how many 
guys have gone down on me since all this started, but this was special. Maybe I should have 
written the book on the sexual habits of females."

Alyssa felt an odd stab of jealousy at the thought of another woman touching Tricia. The men her 
sister talked about didn't bother her, but for some reason she didn't like the idea of Tricia 
being with a lot of women. She forced a smile. "I don't think that would be as interesting to 
most people. It would be kind of a niche market. You'll sell a lot more books the way you've 
gone."

"I guess. And," Tricia looked at Alyssa, "I don't think it would feel as special as it does if I 
were with anyone else."

"I know this has been very special to me," Alyssa responded. "I love you, Trish. I haven't been 
with someone I love in a long time."

"Why not?" Tricia asked.

"Well, I haven't been with *anyone* in a long time. I just - sometimes it's just too much 
effort, you know? All the bullshit that goes along with dating, and you have to date before you 
can get to know someone, and I have to know someone before I can really be in love with them."

"Are you saying you're in love with me?" Tricia asked.

"Not exactly. I love you, and you love me, and that isn't going to change. But it's got an 
extra dimension to it after today."

"I know what you mean. It's like we have this secret that no one else will ever know, and it's 
ours, and it's beautiful."

"Exactly."

"You're so beautiful," Tricia said, leaning up to kiss Alyssa again. "I was wondering - I know 
you said you wanted to make love to me because I've done all the work when it comes to the 
research, but it's *only* been for the research. I would love to try to do for you what you've 
done for me. If you want me to, that is."

"Want you to? I'd love it if you would, Trish. But I couldn't ask. I don't want this to be about 
me. This is about you and what you want."

"I want to do to you what you did to me," Tricia said. "Is that what I taste like?" she asked 
after licking at some of the fluid that was still glistening on Alyssa's face.

"Yes. Delicious."

Tricia smiled and kissed Alyssa's face all over, licking up the remnants of her own juices.

Alyssa fought the urge to direct her sister, wanting the younger woman to experience this like 
she had the first time, finding out what her lover liked through her own explorations, not being 
directed. Alyssa lay back, letting Tricia discover her. For just a moment, Alyssa's mind drifted
back to the first time she'd had sex with Caitlin. Even though neither of them had ever done 
this before, Caitlin had seemed so confident that Alyssa had just naturally followed her lead. 
Alyssa was brought back to the present by Tricia finding the place at the base of her neck, 
between her collarbones, and filling it with kisses. She couldn't have known, but that was one 
of Alyssa's most sensitive places, and Alyssa couldn't help but moan an encouragement to 
continue. Tricia did, kissing there for a long time. Like Alyssa had, she took it slowly, though 
Alyssa suspected that it was partly because this was how Alyssa had done it and partly because 
this was new for her sister, and Tricia wanted to experience it all. Alyssa remembered Caitlin 
again for a moment, how her friend's curves and softness had felt so very different from the 
boys she'd been with before, and Alyssa's experience, though it had become the stuff of urban 
legend, had not been as wide as Tricia's. Alyssa smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to the 
top of Tricia's head, glad to be sharing something so special with her sister.

"What?" Tricia stopped kissing Alyssa's neck when she felt her sister's lips on her hair.

"Just a memory," Alyssa's smile brightened. "Of the first time I was in your position."

"With Caitlin?"

Alyssa nodded.

"I'm glad you have good memories of your first time with a woman."

"I want you to have the same," Alyssa said, kissing Tricia again.

"Trust me, that's not going to be a problem. Now, where was I? Right about here," and Tricia 
began kissing Alyssa's neck again. This time she lingered only a few moments before moving her 
lips lower, finding the soft flesh of Alyssa's breast, then licking over it, finding the nipple 
at the centre and taking it into her mouth, feeling it rise under her tongue. Tricia kissed 
across the valley between her sister's breasts, lingering to feel the heartbeat under her lips 
increase as her hand played with the breast she hadn't been kissing earlier, then kissing across 
to tongue the hardened nipple. Tricia was pretty much going on instinct and what Alyssa had done 
to her earlier. Being with a woman was helped by knowing that what felt good to her would 
probably feel good for her lover. Tricia seized that thought and bit down gently on Alyssa's 
nipple as her sister had done to her. The moan that came from Alyssa was almost enough to send 
Tricia over the edge again, but she held herself back, wanting to make her sister shatter with 
pleasure first.

Tricia kissed down Alyssa's stomach, feeling the heat rise under her sister's skin with each 
touch of her lips. She stopped when she reached the skin just above the blonde patch of curls 
that hid Alyssa's sex, and moved back to look at her sister, spread open before her. Tricia 
hesitantly touched the outer lips, feeling the hair abrade her fingers slightly as she rubbed 
gently, Alyssa moaning and pushing into the gentle touch. Tricia moved inward, feeling the 
slickness of the inner lips, then further, finding the hard nub of Alyssa's clit hidden beneath 
the dampness. Tricia touched Alyssa there gently, then more firmly.

Tricia leaned in, smelling the scent of Alyssa's desire, then she pushed a finger into the slick 
heat, adding a second as she got more comfortable. She placed her other hand so she could reach 
the nub of Alyssa's clit, smearing some of the wetness over it to desensitise it slightly, 
stroking the nub as she pushed her fingers deeper inside her sister.

As Alyssa had done to her, she pulled her fingers out, but she kept the pressure on Alyssa's 
clit as she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste Alyssa's juices. Alyssa watched Tricia, 
her face shining with love and passion, and both moaned when Tricia tasted the fluids on her 
fingers.

"Delicious," Tricia said, then moved so she could taste her sister completely. Her tongue moved 
inside Alyssa, softly at first, then as Tricia tasted her and found herself wanting more of the 
taste, faster and deeper.

Tricia moved her tongue around, tasting Alyssa, fingers busy on her clit. Then she pulled her 
tongue out, replacing it with her fingers. Tricia's tongue found the throbbing nub of Alyssa's 
clit, and a few strokes were all it took for Alyssa to come.

Tricia moved to hold her sister in her arms, then she looked at the clock on the wall.

Alyssa recovered more quickly than Tricia had, and she noticed her sister looking at the clock.

"What is it?"

"Mom and Dad will be home soon. Half an hour or so."

"Well, I don't think they'd survive finding us like this."

Tricia giggled. "Probably not."

"God, I need a shower."

"Use my bathroom."

Alyssa showered first, then Tricia.

They went downstairs to the kitchen after pulling on comfortable clothes, and Alyssa poured them 
another glass of wine each.

Tricia was the first to speak. "Lyss, today was...amazing."

"It was," Alyssa agreed, covering Tricia's hand with one of hers.

"But it can't happen again. At least, not right now."

"Don't you want it to?"

"It's not that. I have a commitment, to my publisher and to my work. And I can't exactly 
research the sexual habits of men while I'm making love with my sister."

"That's true," Alyssa agreed.

"And it's not as if we can just run off together."

"I know. So, what? This is a beautiful memory?"

"I'd like to think that it might happen again one day, but for now, Lyss, it can't."

"I know. I knew it when we started."

"And who knows? Maybe you'll find someone to love before we see each other again."

"I don't think so."

"I do. You're too - loving not to have someone in your life, Lyss. And I have my work. But you 
know what? I've got something else. Something to think of when the fiftieth jerk paws me because 
I'm wearing heels and cleavage, or when I'm going down on some guy because he says it's all he 
can get off with or - fuck, any of those men. And maybe I'll find the right one after I've 
finished with them."

"I hope so," Alyssa said. "Trish, do you - is it at least good *sometimes*?

"Well, yes. It's not like I think I'm in love with any of them, and when it comes to some of 
them, that's a good thing, but sometimes they'll do something right and I'll come, or it'll feel 
good, or it'll be someone I know and like, and it will add something to our friendship. But it's 
never - real."

Alyssa smiled and leaned over for one last kiss, knowing that it would be the last time she 
kissed her sister with passion for a long time, if it ever happened again at all.

Tricia responded, her tongue twining with Alyssa's, both tasting strawberry wine.

FINIS
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