This story is purely fictional and any connection to real events is purely co-incidental. However, this story is close to my heart, and I stand by what I've written. If you are offended in any way by reading this story, I offer you my sincere apologies.
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My name is Linda. I am 25 years old, and I live in New York, the big apple. I am a software consultant at a big firm, and needless to say I am pretty well off by myself. My family lives in Chicago, but I left them when I as still in high school, as they couldn't accept the fact that I was gay. Yes, they were that much naive. Well, it's been many years, and some damage control has already been done. My mom called me up last year, and I was invited to the Christmas dinner. I did go, but it was as awkward and uncomfortable as I had thought it was going to be. I could easily notice the whispers and the stares, and my parents didn't even try to make me feel comforted. It seemed as if I didn't knew them anymore.
The only person who was a little nice to me was my little sister Kim. Well, she wasn't exactly little. She had turned 18 that very month, and had turned out pretty good looking. When I first saw her after all these years, I was stunned. She was by far the most prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had golden hair and blue eyes. Anyway, we got really connected on that trip, and I found out how amazing she was. She wasn't like other teenagers. She was gentle, kind and thoughtful. Everything she said had a deeper meaning to it. We could have been best of friends, but for the distance between me and my family. She didn't care what anyone else said. She said that she admired how I was proud of being different, and looked up to me as a strong person. I was almost sorry when the vacation ended and I had to go home to NY two days after New Year.
I had thought that it was all over, but I got a surprise when I got another call from my mom a week ago, saying that Kim was coming to NY for some days, and she wanted to stay with me. Well, I have a one bedroom apartment, which isn't exactly small, but isn't built for two people. But I couldn't miss a chance to spend some time with Kim, so I agreed anyway.
I went to pick her up at the airport. When I saw her alight from the escalator, I was dumbstruck. She looked so good I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing a low cut sleeveless top and tight low jeans. This was the first time I noticed that she had nicely shaped breasts. They were a bit small, but seemed firm and juicy. Oh my god! Did I just say juicy? I was a bit shocked that I was thinking these things about my own little sister, but I couldn't help it. I've been with some very hot girls, but Kim was different. She was like a Greek Goddess. Ok, back to reality. Kim came down to me and we hugged. Her breasts touched mine, and I was again drowned in my own thoughts. I couldn't speak at all on the way home, and was relieved to get to my apartment.
It was about 6 in the evening. Kim was in the bedroom. I was in the living room watching TV. But I couldn't concentrate. I was thinking more of getting into the pants of my sister than staring into the idiot box. Her boobs, her curves, her legs, it was all too much for me to handle. Her flawless skin, her youth, it appealed to me more than anything. That sacred space between her legs - to touch it, to feel it, to caress it with my fingers, to dig out her special spot and rub it with my thumb, sending into waves of ecstasy...
And my juices started to flow. I could feel myself getting wet, and that for my own sister. Part of the reason was that I hadn't had sex for a some time now, and normally I don't touch myself that often. So it turned out that I hadn't "relieved" myself for about two weeks, and now my juices had filled up inside me, waiting to explode.
"Linda, can I talk to you?"
Kim's voice broke my train of thoughts, and I looked at her. She was wearing a short white T-shirt and a skimpy bottom. I could make out the outline of her breasts and also her left nipple.
"What it is honey?"
Oh my god! I called her honey! What was I thinking? But she didn't seem to mind, and walked into the room and sat down with me on the couch.
"I need to talk to you about something."
I looked into her eyes and noticed how nervous she was.
"I don't know how to say this," she continued, "but I can't talk about this to anybody. You are the only one I can turn to."
I was a bit surprised that she was saying stuff like this, but I remembered the kind of people my family members were, and thought to myself that she was right in not confiding in them.
"Look Kim," I replied, "I know we are not that close, but I want you to know that I am your sister, and I will do everything in my power to help you. You can trust me. Now relax, and tell me what's on your mind."
She seemed a little relieved.
"As you know, I am 19 years old. And ever since I... um... grew up, I'm having some doubts."
I began to suspect where this was going.
"Guy trouble?"
"No, not exactly," she replied, "and that's the problem. I don't like guys."
"You don't like guys? As in you met a guy, you liked him before, but now you no longer like him. Is that it?"
Kim broke eye contact with me and looked down. "No. I don't like guys as in sexually."
Finally, I realized where this was going. My hot, hot sister also gay. It's a miracle! A homo miracle!
"Look Kim," I started, "As you probably know, I also am gay. And believe me, it keeps getting better and better! Seriously, it's not a bad thing. It's the way you were born. If you're different, accept it, and be proud."
She looked up at me, "See, that's the problem. I know I'm not straight, but I don't know if I'm gay. I mean, I know I don't like guys, but I don't know if I could like girls. I've seen the videos and such, but I didn't get," she flinched, "you know, aroused. I'm so confused I can hardly think. I feel as if I'm a freak."
I certainly didn't expect this. But I knew what I had to say. I had went through this too.
"Listen, honey, I know what you're going through. But believe me, you'll find someone very special, and that person will understand all your needs, and then you'll find out all the answers for yourself. The first time is always hard, but you'll just have to trust time to do it's bidding."
I held her hand, and we hugged. After that we ate dinner. She hardly said a word during the whole meal, and I too was feeling very uncomfortable, since we had talked about sex, the most uncomfortable thing to talk about, but I reckoned that this feeling will pass in a couple of days.