(Before we begin, please remember this story is totally a fiction. All the names, places and situations do not represent any real people or places. All characters are over 18. To make sense of this story, you should start at the beginning with chapter 1. My stories are stories not just sex scenes. When I write I love to give background and context to the lives of my characters. I like to think they are slow burns. If you find them not to your liking Please move on, but I hope you stay and enjoy Margaret's journey to the end. Please fill free to make comments or send me ideas on what should happen next. I do hope you enjoy)
--- Maggie
RECAP
She continued admiring my body from head to toe. Slipping on her own sheer nightgown, she threw her arms around me, our breasts just a two thin pieces of cloth apart and gave me a big hug. She asked,
"Are you really so very tired from your trip?" "We can have our own sleepover."
We moved to her bed; she pulled back the spread to uncover satin sheets. As we got under the covers, I caught a strong sexy musk emanating from her body. I just hoped she didn't smell mine.
Cuddling close she said, "We have years of things to catch up with and so much more to share.
Now Chapter 5: Maggie, Kelly and Shawna Reconnect
Was it my imagination? Did Kelly's offer of a sleep over mean more than a chance to gossip and cuddle? My gay instinct said this was an invitation to play. I could not believe how my body started to tingle and my pussy started to leak as we sat cross legged facing each other in just our nightgowns. Neither of us had bothered to put on panties and our night gowns were virtually transparent, so our bodies were totally exposed to each other sight. We sat virtually knees touching knees and tried to regain the closeness of sisters.
Through the night, we laughed and cried and hugged and kissed, as we shared our deepest secrets; trying to establish the sisterly bond we never developed because of my leaving home. It might have been easier to form the bonds of sisterhood, if she was not naked; or if I did not smell her heavy musky scent still lingering from when I first had entered her bedroom. Indeed, I smelled it getting stronger as we continued to talk. I felt myself getting wetter as my own strong aroma filled the air to combine with Kelly's earthy musk. She started to look at me in a different way. It became apparent that there was a mutual sexual response to being this close to each other.
She told me of her first attempts at tongue kissing and how she fumbled with how to move her lips and tongue to enter her lover's mouth without slobbering. I laughed at her detailed description of her failed attempts. Before I could protest, she was pushing her tongue in my mouth to demonstrate how much her technique had improved. She held me tight and gently caressed me at the same time kissing me deeply. I moaned into her mouth as I felt my nipples harden and my pussy juices begin to flow onto the satin covered bed as another seemingly aggressive woman took charge.
When we separated, I could see her eyes travelling up and down my body. I could see her nostrils flare as she inhaled in my heavy female scent. I could see her chest rising and falling, as my eyes were fixed to the hard pebbles of her nipples. My entire focus on Kelly's swollen buds as I watched them move up and down, as we continued to talk about ourselves in the most intimate ways. It was a magic moment as we clung to each other, seemingly glued in place as we sat on the bed. Ending our tight embrace, we leaned back and continued speaking in hushed tones, almost as if we were afraid of being overheard.
Shaking, I whispered about the horror of my prom date and my first experience of sexual penetration by a man. I told her of my feelings of violation and abuse. I confided in her about Alice. How she came to comfort me and how she seduced me instead. My discovery that I liked girls. I cried when I shared how lonely and blue I became once Alice had left and my futile search for another intimate girl/girl relationship. Finally, I revealed how I was pressured to get engaged by our mother and how I gave in at twenty-two and how unhappy I had been. Told her about my talk with our dad and the real reason I broke my engagement to Kenny and fled. I did not want to marry a man; I wanted a woman.
It was like a floodgate had opened and I couldn't stop. I told her all about my toxic relationship with Madison. How most of my relationships with women had been based on my gifts to them and fleeting in nature. How they always left me alone and blue and seeking something more. I told her the more successful I felt in business, the lower myself-esteem seemed in my personal life. I told her about Gail and my introduction to the world of Dominance and submission. I described that relationship in detail, by the end of my tale my submissive nature was exposed. She sat there quietly and listened, her head cocked to one side and I could see a smile of delight come over her face and you could almost see the wheels turning in her head.
Kelly told me that attitudes had changed in the younger generation living in town. There were several openly gay couples and singles living here now. She told me there was also a club not far from town that catered to the LGBT+ community. She told me that attitudes had become much more liberal and accepting. Kelly looked me straight in the eye and shared that she was bisexual and slept with both men and women and that Shawna was her dominant lover. I had suspected that there were more "benefits" for Kelly and Shawna living together than just sharing a mortgage, but had not expected this revelation into the world of lesbian D/s.
Looking at my sister's beautiful face, I wondered if there was still a strict taboo against incest. I secretly hoped not, but was afraid of finding out for myself. It was just not in my nature to be the more aggressive seducer in a relationship.
I sat back and drank in her loveliness with my eyes. She was so beautiful and I could not help admire her body. I knew that I wanted her and from the look on her face she wanted me too. but she was my sister. As I looked at her breasts, her belly and her hair covered pussy, my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. As I looked at the rise and fall of her tits and caught a glimpse of the light brown hairs peeking out from her pits, I was so aroused. My soaked pussy was trying so hard to convince my head that we were for all practical purposes strangers.
So, what if she was my biological sister on her birth certificate. These were just words printed on a faded document 25 years ago. I had missed all the important times in her life and she had missed mine. If it wasn't for some shared facial features, no one would suspect we were family in any way. I continued my mental justifications; we weren't getting married and she certainly couldn't get pregnant by me and have my baby. It was my first night back home and what kind of wanton pervert had I become. I wanted my sister sexually and did not give a hoot of the possible consequences for me or to her or to our long-term sibling relationship.
Things had certainly changed here in our small conservative town. Eight years ago, it would have been unthinkable for a girl to be seen completely naked, even by her own family in her own home. At that time all couples were expected to be boy/girl. There were no girls, who were openly bisexual or homosexual. It would have been a town scandal. When did the exploration of alternate lifestyles become accepted? Eight years ago, two sister having sexual relationship would have rocked this community to its very foundations, could it be different now? Should I take the chance of destroying Kelly's reputation to find out?
As these thoughts ran through my head, I could still feel my nipples tighten and my pussy pulse with desire. I so wanted to taste my sister's lips again and caress her firm breasts. I still wanted to explore her lower lips and delve into her moistened flower, but I still hesitated and argued with myself silently.
I never got the chance to end my internal struggle. Kelly strong arms drew me closer and kissed me. It definitely was not a sisterly kiss as her tongue pushed past my lips and invaded my mouth. I didn't think, I just kissed her back. It became a tangle of silk and nylon as we both tried to remove our nightgowns at the same time without parting our lips and ending our kiss. Laughing through the entire process of twisted arms and fabric, we were finally naked in the bed facing each other.
She kissed me passionately holding my head tightly in place. She explored my mouth with an experienced tongue; finding ways that inflamed and heightened my yearning. Releasing my head her hands travelled slowly down my body to my breasts. Playing with my nipples I shivered and moaned, I struggled to keep my mouth in contact with hers. My own hands traveled down her bare back, scrapping her skin with the manicured tips of my nails. She bit my lower lip hard, drawing blood as she pushed me back against the pillows and pinned me there just like a captured butterfly.
She looked deep into my eyes as she continued to caress my sensitive nipples. I was mesmerized as she stroked and twisted them; laying there eagerly waiting for what she would do next. My heart beating faster, my breath coming in rapid gasps as I tried to take in air between my moans of delight. My mind was filled with an anxious longing, silently begging for more. My body was paralyzed on the soft mattress, waiting for Kelly's next move. I looked up at her and stared into her icy crystal blue eyes that matched mine exactly. I didn't have long to wait. She pushed my arms apart to the ends of the headboard, whispering,
