The morning after the encounter with Emma, Gemma lay on her bed unmoving. She wondered if perhaps she had gone to far with her. Maybe her sister wouldn't talk to her again and yet, all Emma had wanted to do was help her. Had she helped though? Gemma felt more confused than ever about what she wanted, who she was even.
On impulse she threw back the covers and sat up. She was wearing boxer shorts and a baggy T-shirt, which was normal for her. This morning they kind of uncomfortable, out of place. She opened her wardrobe door and checked out her reflection in the full-length mirror.
She pouted and turned to the side, her shoulders slumping.
Emma had a great body, she thought, as she continued to eye herself up and down. In one quick move, she pulled off her T-shirt and boxers then stood naked in front of the mirror. She almost didn't recognize the woman standing there. She had always hated being female, always wanting to be one of the guys. As females go though, she was attractive with her long legs, tight body and pretty face. Her hair was short and styled guy like, but it couldn't detract from the rest of her womanly charms. A familiar tingling welled in her stomach and made her feel warm throughout her body.
"Why have I become such a slut?" She said. Her hands circled her breasts and squeezed them gently.
They feel the same as Emma's. She thought, while squeezing and pinching her nipples.
Her hand journey downwards was painfully slow.
Last night was the first time she had ever touched herself there and for some reason, she felt strange doing this. Her fingers traced over her shaved mound and onto her wetness.
"Oh my…" She breathed, as her fingers circled around. A finger slide between her lips and over the wet entrance to her body. She paused, finding the strength to push in a digit and permanently kill part of her that wanted to be a guy.
There was a loud knock at the door.
"Shit." Gemma said, almost jumping from her skin. "Who is it?"
"It's Mary." Came a muffled reply.
Gemma stomped over the to the door, unlocked it and threw it open.
"What?" She demanded of her other, youngest sister.
"I…" Mary paused and looked Gemma up and down. "I…"
"Spit it out girl." Gemma said, her frustration growing.
"Gemma, you're a girl." Mary gasped.
For a moment, Gemma wondered if Mary was teasing or seriously had wondered about her big sister.
"As are you, as is Emma. Look, can I catch up with you later, I'm busy right now."
Mary nodded, then managed to drag herself away.
Gemma locked the door and then sat on the bed. If Emma was cute, then Mary was pure beauty. She was the best looking of the three, without any doubt. Emma turned many heads; Mary turned all heads, including other women. What made it strange was that Mary didn't seem to notice she was stunning.
How she would love to fuck her. Suck on those big perfect breasts. Okay, they were only a C cup, but it still made them the biggest in the family. Gemma lay back on the bed and spread her long thighs wide apart. She pictured Mary naked, with that huge blue dildo jammed into her tight little pussy.
Gemma sighed as her fingers again slide over her now slick pussy. A finger rested against her hole, she paused for a knock. None came, so she pushed. Her pussy felt tight, there was a moment of resistance and then it slid in.
"Narrhh" She breathed.
Her wet finger moved almost all the way out, then buried itself in much deeper.
"Mmm." Her legs came up, her next push had her finger in as far as it would go. She wiggled it around, feeling her soft velvet walls and marveled at how her pussy gripped it so tightly. She started feeling hot and her finger stopped its exploration and started sliding in and out slowly. Her pace quickened, as did her breathing till she sat up, panting for air. Her eyes darted about the room and came to rest on her hairbrush. She bounded over to it, snatched it and threw herself back onto the bed. Her legs spread and an instant later, the brush pushed into her depths.
"Mmm better." She gasped, as its thickness stretched her. She worked it in and out for a few minutes then pulled it out and threw it across the room. She rolled over on the bed and looked under it. There was the huge dildo she had fucked Emma with. She reached for it, her fingers not even able to circle the monster and sat it on the bed. Wasting no time, she positioned herself above it and pushed downwards. She felt the toy stretching her to impossible limits but she just couldn't get it in. Frustrated she sat down next to the toy and gave it a back hander, sending it flying. She again looked around the room and found nothing she could use.
Maybe a banana? She thought.
She opened the door quietly and peaked outside.
No one there.
She tip toed to the top of the stairs and listened.
Silence.
She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. She started to feel a bit exposed, standing there completely naked but she was there now. First she checked the fruit bowl, but found only oranges and apples. She decided to check the fridge.
Milk, orange juice, butter, carrots, tomatoes… Carrots? She thought. She picked up each on in turn and was about to give up when she found a large and almost perfectly shaped one at the back.
"Bingo." She whispered, "Damn its cold." She closed the door and turned towards the stairs when Mary came around the corner.
"What the …" Mary said.
Now it was Gemma's turn to be speechless.
Mary eyed the carrot and then raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Gemma knew she was busted, somehow the thought of Mary knowing what she planned to do turned her more than ever and she even considered inviting her younger sister along. Mary was no lesbian though, she was sure of that.
"Tell anyone and you're dead." Gemma hissed, then pushed past and headed back to her room. She closed the door and locked it, then jumped onto her bed and giggled. Her legs fell apart and she traced the carrot down between her breasts, over her mound till it rested against her pussy.
"Mary, you want some of this." She said to the empty room, and then pushed. Nothing, for many seconds nothing happened. She gritted her teeth and pushed again, it slipped in a couple of inches.
"Ohh cold, cold." She said. She didn't stop moving the carrot, back and forth a little deeper till it hit another barrier. Gripping the carrot, she pulled it almost all the way out then slammed it back in hard. It burst through the feeble barrier of her virginity and deep into her body. She almost completely left the bed as her body jumped in shock at the sudden depth and pain. She let go of it, closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of it being there. The fullness of it. After a few minutes, she gripped it again and started working it back and forth.
She lifted her legs and began plowing her pussy. The room filled with her moans and the sound of her soaked pussy being fucked.
There came a knock at the door.
"Nooo." Gemma whispered. She had felt a feeling growing within her, pushing her on with more determination. She ignored the door and worked her hand furiously, stabbing away at her tender pussy with the large carrot.
"Gemma, are you awake?"
Shit, it was her mother.
"Just a second mum." She said. She threw the carrot under her pillow and put on a dressing gown, then opened the door.
