Conclusion
It's been a little over four weeks since my step sister seduced me into lesbian sex. While I was at first turned off at the idea of making love to another woman, and in particular with my own sister, I gradually gave into her advances. My parents had hoped time with me would pull her back away from an affair she had at school with an African American girl named Whitney. Instead, Meagan turned her attention on me and within just a couple of weeks my resistance crumbled.
Meagan and I had really begun to explore my darker side. After a nasty breakup with my boyfriend Steve, I found I loved having sex with another woman. Meagan and I had sex nearly every day since that night she broke though my resistance and had me submit to her. Since then we had purchased a variety of toys, fucked each other with strapons and dildos, and even explored my submissive side as she tied me up and had her way with me.
I was surprised how much I enjoyed it when she played with my ass and that became a regular part of our sex life as I licked her sweet pussy and ass with her often fucking my ass as she took me doggie style. I think I enjoyed anal sex as much as when she fucked my pussy and particularly enjoyed when she became a little rougher with me. I'm not certain why but I really got off when she became more descriptive, talking dirty to me, telling me what a slut I had become. When she called me her little cunt and dyke, it made my pussy wet. To think of my little sister using language like that always sent me over the edge.
I had met a slightly older lady, perhaps 36, when Meagan and I went shopping. Maggie was a beautiful woman and like us, a lesbian who seemed instantly attracted to me. One afternoon after work, I met Maggie for drinks and then went back to her apartment where we made love. It was my first experience with another woman outside my sister and I knew then I was hooked on sex with another woman.
But today was the day that I both dreaded and looked forward to – Whitney's arrival. Whitney was my sister's lover from college. I had encouraged Meagan to invite Whitney up for the balance of the summer, at that time hoping she would back off her advances toward me. Instead, she both accepted that invitation and slammed shut her trap on me as she claimed her prize and my lesbian virginity.
I knew what Meagan and I had been doing together was wrong, or at least taboo for most people. Having sex with your sister, even when they are a step sister, was inappropriate. But Meagan had rationalized that we were just two girls attracted to each other whose parents had married. That seemed to make sense, though it would not change the fact we were family.
I think the hardest thing I was dealing with was the feelings I had for her. Not only did I love her as my sister, we had a special bond that only lovers can understand. I knew how much she loved Whitney and was looking forward to the weekend and I wondered how jealous I would become. I was happy for her but at the same time terribly depressed that our time together was coming to a close – at least those were my thoughts!
Meagan had noticed the change in my behavior and went out of her way to shower kisses and hugs on me in the days leading up to Whitney's arrival. I think we both knew it was time for me to explore my new found sexual awareness with others. Meagan had introduced me to a different world but it was time for me to embark on a new chapter in my life. I knew she would always be there, but it was time to move on.
When the doorbell rang, Megan leaped out of her chair and was there in an instant, opening it wide as Whitney stood in the frame. She was every bit as pretty as Meagan had described. She was wearing shorts and a yellow top with little flip flops holding a bag of her belongings. As Meagan had described, her skin was a soft caramel color, with brown hair that fell just to her shoulders.
I was struck at the emerald green eyes expecting perhaps dark eyes which seemed to sparkle as she smiled brightly at her lover in the doorway. Whitney dropped the bag slowly, letting it sink to the ground as Meagan wrapped her arms around her and kissed her long and passionately in the doorway.
I did feel a pang of jealously and my heart hurt a little as I watched the two lovers embrace. I knew I shouldn't be sad but there was a part of me that was crushed. I'm not sure how long they kissed until Meagan finally broke away long enough to pull Whitney inside and introduce her to me. Whitney leaned in and kissed my cheek softly as I smelled her fragrance, both alluring and sweet as I felt her soft warm lips on the side of my face.
"It's so good to finally meet you Cheryl. I feel like I know you already. Meagan's told me so much about you. Thanks for inviting me," Whitney beamed.
"I'm so glad you could come," I said back wondering how much I really meant it.
"Meagan, why don't you help Whitney unpack and I'll get us up something to eat. I'll bet you're starved after your drive up," I asked looking back to my sister's girlfriend.
"Starved, I haven't had anything since this morning, a pack of nabs and a diet coke," she said laughing back in my direction.
I watched as Meagan leaned into her as they walked down the hall together. I headed into the kitchen to prepare some light lunch. It was perhaps an hour or so before my sister and Whitney emerged from the back bedroom. Both had the tell – tale sign they had been in a bout of afternoon lovemaking with Meagan's hair quite disheveled. Whitney was now wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else with Meagan in just a pair of panties.
I could see the red marks on Meagan's breasts, evidence that Whitney had been sucking on her nipples, making up for the lost time the two had been apart. Both had a certain glow as Meagan grabbed the two glasses and plates from the cabinet. I informed Meagan that I had made plans to go out for the evening.
She seemed disappointed but I thought it would give all three of us time to adjust to the new arrangements.
I left Meagan and Whitney snuggled up on the couch together as I made my way to the wine bar Meagan and I now frequented. The restaurant was a popular venue for lesbian and gay singles and couples.
As soon as I left the apartment I tried calling Maggie to see if she could meet me there. My call went straight into voice mail so I decided to try back later. Maggie was the lady I was introduced to by Meagan from the women's apparel shop. She and I really hit it off and we had recently gotten together.
I took up a seat on a couch inside the bar. There was a young lady about my age playing the guitar and signing. I asked for a Merlot and was just beginning to chill when Stevie, the girl I met the last time I was there walked up. When Stevie asked if I was with anybody, I was almost reluctant to respond.
Meagan had specifically told me to stay clear of Stevie who she said was a bit on the kinky side. We didn't get into it much other than Meagan certainly didn't feel that was a relationship I should explore. But there was something about her. Something that seemed to allure me and I didn't see the harm in just talking with her.
