Turned from a straight girl who's never even kissed another girl into a committed lesbian may not be that unique, but having the girl that turned you be your sister, well, that's got to be quite out of the ordinary. I knew my stepsister Meagan was a lesbian when mom convinced me to allow her to stay the summer with me during her college summer break. I had just gotten off a devastating break with my boyfriend Steve and felt her presence with me at my apartment would do us both good. Mom and dad hoped the time with me and separated from her girlfriend Whitney might actually redirect her life – it didn't!
Little did I know then the journey I would soon travel. I lived a few hours away from our folks and had just graduated myself. Meagan was wrapping up her junior year at college when mom and dad called and asked for the favor. We are two years apart and have always been close since my dad married Barbara. I was sixteen at the time.
What started as an act of blackmail when Meagan found I had been arrested for possession of marijuana turned into a complete acceptance at what I was becoming. I had tried to resist her advances even before she confronted me with her evidence that I too had not been quite the angel our parents thought. She walked around in my apartment constantly in a state of undress – almost always nude or at least topless.
Though I feigned she needed to put something on, I couldn't help but catching stolen glances at her gorgeous little breasts with her pink pointed nipples. I put up a little resistance, acting put off and disgusted she would even confront me with such a proposition, but deep down I think I really was curious. To be truthful – I know I was.
I had always been envious of how pretty she was and so full of energy. Even growing up she was always the one mom and dad had to punish with a curfew for staying out late or caught drinking underage. Meagan is so extroverted and the life of any party. She also had a take charge personality and when she started in on me, I knew I would give in. But then again, I wanted to! I wanted to see what it was like, being with another girl. It was just it never occurred to me it might be with my own sister.
But Meagan always had a way of rationalizing her behavior, quickly reminding me we were only related through our parent's marriage. In actuality, we were just two adult girls attracted to each other sexually.
On Saturday morning we had a brief sexual encounter in the shower before we headed out for a day out at the pool. After a few drinks and more than enough sun, Meagan suggested we head into town to shop. She was not at all impressed with what she considered my too plain wardrobe. But more importantly she wanted to stop by an adult novelty shop to buy what she said were some "toys."
We both took quick showers to wash off the oil and lotion from our day at the pool and she pulled out shorts and a top she wanted me to wear. The top was actually hers. A little yellow piece that tied above the midriff and a pair of black shorts. When I started to pull on some bikini panties, she voiced her objection and told me not to wear a bra or panties, just the shorts, the top and a pair of yellow flip flops. Little by little, she was giving me directions, not merely suggestions, and I felt myself submitting.
I had always thought of myself as independent and self-reliant, but for some reason I enjoyed having my little sister take charge. I found myself wanting to submit to her. Whether it was pleasing her with my tongue or something as simple as dressing the way she instructed. I seemed to be giving into her completely.
After we dressed, she walked up to me and pulled my long blonde hair back in a pony tail and wrapped it with a yellow hair band. Stepping back, our eyes met and she stepped back in and placed her warm plump lips on mine. I kissed her back as her tongue slid between my lips. I was totally lost in her kiss as I felt her soft breasts rub against mine. Even though we had just dressed, I wanted to strip my clothes off and collapse to my knees and feast on that sweet pussy of hers that I had come to savor.
Meagan had "Googled" on our computer some women's apparel and novelty shop in the city and had no trouble finding the place. I had never been to a store like that and the truth is I owned one "toy" as she referred to it. A vibrator that some of my sorority sisters in college had given to me as a gag gift when my boyfriend Steve and I were on one of our many breaks. Gag gift or not, I certainly put it to use over the last few years and was quite curious what other kind of toys might be in this store.
When we entered the shop, I was blown away by all the apparel, lingerie, and adult novelties that were lined up on shelves and hung from the walls. The business was manned by two young girls about our age, both of whom were already helping two of the three women perusing the shelves, studying the products neatly arrayed before our eyes.
I simply could not believe the variety of dildos, vibrators, and items I had no idea what they did. Meagan had made a dart for the back of the room and seemed to be looking at belts. As she examined them more closely, I could see they were harnesses, I assumed for the dildo she planned to fuck me with later that afternoon!
"What do you think?" Meagan quizzed as she held the leather harness up to her small waist. All it was missing was the instrument which she would penetrate me with. That she would use to fuck me endlessly for the duration of the summer.
"So, like what do we use with it?," I inquired back meekly as I saw her eyes shift to the variety of dildos lining the shelves in all sizes and colors.
"Well, that's a personal decision for you. You want flesh colored? Or maybe a little dark meat? Or how 'bout this little purple one," she joked as she grabbed a package off the shelf with a purple dildo in a plastic wrapping.
"I don't know," I shrugged not as much indifferently, as I was sort of embarrassed about picking out something so intimate.
"I have an idea. You see one about Steve's size?" referring to my old boyfriend.
I scanned the shelf and spied one that I thought was just about the size and girth of his cock. There was a part of me that resented it. I hated him now. He had cheated on me with someone I thought was a friend and then repeatedly lied about it until the evidence came crashing down on him. So many chances! Time after time, I had forgiven small indiscretions, times when I thought he had strayed but just wasn't sure. No, the last thing I wanted was a cock that looked like his. Perhaps that's what was driving me from men to begin with.
Maybe that was the reason I had dropped any pretense at fighting off Meagan's advances and embraced my new found Sapphic attraction.
"That one," I pointed. But, frowning I replied back , "I'm not sure I want anything to do with something that reminds me of him though," I sighed, looking down at the floor.
"Fine," Meagan retorted as she snatched a much larger black cock off the shelf. "I believe this is night and day from what you might have been used to. Now perhaps we also need something a bit smaller."
"I don't understand," I replied. Why do we need two?"
"For the other hole darling. And I'm pretty sure we'd have a difficult time getting this monster up that tight little ass of yours," she shot back with a smile.
I couldn't help but think about earlier in the morning in our shower when she had used her fingers on me back there. I had never had anyone finger my ass, to fuck me there, but I loved it and recalled how much I wished she had a cock then and there. I would have begged her to fuck my cherry ass right there in the shower.
Meagan also bent down and picked up two triangle looking objects that she explained were anal plugs that she would have me wear, perhaps even to work, to stretch my ass.
"You love anal baby and we need all the appropriate toys," she said smiling as she picked up three different kinds. One was a vibrating plug, then an additional one the same size and then another a little larger one. She was intent on training my ass to accommodate a larger cock. My pussy tingled at the thought as I looked over in a mirror to see my hardened nipples poking though the fabric of the sheer yellow top she had me wear.
As we walked back up front I couldn't help but notice handcuffs lined with some type of padding and other restraint devices hanging on the wall. Meagan turned back to see me staring and she couldn't help but remark, "You're such a bottom aren't you?"
I wasn't sure at all what she meant. "Here," she shot back as she set our items down and pulled some leather devices off the wall. "These are for your wrists and these your ankles, to tie you down with, and might as well get this too," she smiled as she removed a leather collar from a post. It had a ring on it with silver studs all around the collar. "Here, let's see how this looks," she said as she unbuckled it and placed it around my neck and buckling it in the back.
I stared in a mirror and almost didn't recognize the woman who was staring back.
"Damn, that's hot Cheryl. I like that! So, you going to be my little lesbian slave tonight? Let me have my way with you? Use you any way I like?" she purred.
"Would you like that?" I smiled back feeling so slutty with the leather collar around my neck.
