I am a 27 year old woman who this past June became a lesbian bride. My name is Cheryl and Melissa has been my partner for the last two and a half years. Mel is a stunning brunette eight years my senior and while we would both be considered femmes, there has never been any doubt who is the dominant partner in our relationship.
Last month, Melissa and I scheduled a get away to Vegas with my sister and her girlfriend. After arriving at our hotel, Mel informed me she had invited some of our closest friends to our surprise wedding. While it was a civil ceremony and not recognized where we live, it was perhaps the happiest moment of my life.
While the wedding was her idea, I had for months been hinting that I'd like to take our relationship to another level. My sister encouraged me to get a pride tattoo a few years ago when I came out. She had done the same. Earlier this year, I surprised Melissa with another tattoo, interlocking female symbols on my right shoulder with both of our initials. The colorful tat has served as a constant reminder to us both how much I love her.
Up until our wedding, we often introduced each other using the term girlfriends finding partner to be so stuffy. However, after our ceremony, Melissa now refers to me as her wife. It's a description which probably fits as I do most of the household chores and activities and Melissa is the primary income generator.
As an attorney at a very prestigious firm, Melissa and I live very comfortably on the income she makes and she prefers, at least for the time being, that I do not work. While she enjoys her job, it is a very stressful position with long hours so I always make sure when she arrives home to have our dinner ready and help her relax – in whatever manner she chooses for the evening.
This morning when Melissa left for work, she instructed me to write how I became a lesbian. After all, it's not every day that a woman is introduced into a lesbian lifestyle by her own sister!
My sister Meagan and I are both blondes and 5'4" and 5' 6" respectively. But Meagan is actually my step-sister. My real mother died when I was nine of cancer and dad and I lived together several years on our own. I was an only child and dad really doted on me. He's always called me his little "sunshine."
When I was sixteen, dad met a divorced lady with children of her own. Barbara had two kids: Meagan who was 14 and Brian who was 10. After dating for nearly a year, Barbara and dad married and we all moved in together. While I was fond of Barbara and became close to both Meagan and Brian, no one could ever come between dad and myself.
Meagan and I got along well enough but she was certainly the more adventurous of us girls She was constantly getting in trouble for over staying her curfew, drinking with other teens in the neighborhood, and wearing outfits which drew sharp criticism and rebuke from mom and dad.
It was no surprise then that I got a call one summer when Meagan was a junior in college. I had just graduated and moved into an apartment a few hours away. Dad called and said there were some minor problems at home and mom and Meagan were really going at it. She asked if I would consider allowing Meagan to spend the summer with me.
At first I was at a real loss at the source of the tension until dad handed the phone off to Barbara and she explained that they had both recently found out that Meagan was in a relationship and they simply didn't approve. When I cut in that she was a big girl now and could make her own decisions, Barbara cut through the chase and informed me Meagan was seeing another girl.
I must confess at the time I was shocked. When I lived at home, there was nothing to infer that Meagan was anything other than boy crazy. On the contrary, I can't even recall how many times she was grounded for staying out late with a guy and usually one who was much older than either one of us.
I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved with a domestic dispute between my parents and Meagan but I was happy to have my sister for the summer and thought the time together would give everyone a chance to cool off. Meagan agreed to spend a few months with me and drove over that weekend.
Meagan is a very pretty blonde with brown eyes and a gorgeous figure. Growing up, I was often envious how she captivated people's attention. While she is a couple of inches shorter than I am, she always wore clothing that accentuated her emerging figure, especially her chest. Many of my friends have commented she looks a great deal like Jessica Alba from that movie Sin City. She has a tiny waist and measures 35-24-34.
She spends a great deal of time outdoors either on the tennis court or by the pool leaving her with a dark skin tone. Meagan has always tanned much better than I do. Another thing that always left me envious.
Initially things went very well. I often picked us up something to eat on my way home from work and we spent much of the evening talking and watching shows on television. One night, we started drinking wine and eventually she started telling me how she was seduced by an older girl at a sleep over.
Meagan and the girl ended up sharing a sleeping bag and experimented with each other the rest of the evening. From there, Meagan expanded from kissing games with other teens to actually allowing herself to be picked up by an older girl at a college mixer.
As she described her encounter with the older coed, I felt myself getting wet with excitement. Over the next couple of days, my thoughts and fantasies were filled with images of Meagan being taken by this girl.
It was after this incident that things really began to change at our apartment. While Meagan was never modest to begin with, she began passing me in the hall with little or nothing on as she made her way to and from the shower. It wasn't the first time either of us had been nude in front of each other as we often shared rooms on family trips, only this time there was a sense of electricity in the air.
It was if she were openly flirting with me, encouraging me to look as she exhibited her body which had continued to blossom in our time apart.
Some times when I would come home from work, she might be lounging around in just panties or a thong watching television. When I commented she needed to put clothes on, she feigned it was too hot or she just wanted to be comfortable.
One evening, we were watching a DVD she had rented at Blockbuster. We had both been drinking beer when she caught me glancing over at her. As usual, she was sitting on the couch, her feet propped up on the table, topless wearing only a skimpy pair of black panties.
I was admiring her breasts, firm, full, and her nipples standing erect. I secretly wished mine were as round and firm as hers.
"See something you like?" she said breaking my concentration. I was immediately embarrassed that she had caught me transfixed and immediately tried to laugh it off.
"What?" I acted nonchalantly.
"I asked if you saw something you liked. It appears you were staring at my tits?" Megan shot back with a smile.
"No, I was just thinking. Sort of lost in thought. I wasn't staring...or didn't mean to be. Anyway, I'm not into..." I paused for a second, grappling with my thoughts, "Your tits," I said with emphasis. "That's your thing not mine," I laughed off.
I could tell my face was a little flush having been caught. I had been staring. We both knew it.
"It's okay. I've see the way you look at me," she said back, her eyes penetrating mine. "Why don't you come over here and feel them...touch them?," she trailed off.
"Meagan," I raised my voice slightly. "You're my sister!"
"Half sister," Meagan corrected. "My mom married your dad. If they hadn't met, we'd just be two girls," she said with a sly smile.
"That's gross. I can't believe you're even suggesting it," I said disgusted. My own sister, suggesting we fool around. I got up and went to my bedroom. Her words turning in my head.
It was one thing to let her live with me for the summer. I wasn't interested in girls...especially my sister. Yea, she was hot. But no way. I was strictly into guys.
I had been dating a man named Paul for several months. We hadn't actually had sex although I had allowed him to get frisky at his apartment one evening.
