Sara

A new story in three parts. It's long, and a slow burn so you'll need to be patient.

A while ago, I thought about what it must be like to have a relationship with two members of the same family. The dynamics of a submissive in the hands of two sisters gave my imagination plenty to conjure with.

I hope you like it, but beware if you're squeamish, there's fetish content, particularly in parts 2 and 3, so if that is not your thing please move on.

Part 1.

I was heading for The Strand, after work, when my mobile rang.

"Hello."

"Jane?"

"Yes."

"It's Lauren..."

"Oh hello. How are you?"

"I'm well thank you Jane. Listen, I believe from what Sara's told me that you're going down to hers in Sussex tomorrow to stay."

"Yes, that's right. It's the Bank Holiday so I'm hoping the weather will stay fine."

"Good. Yes, the forecast is that's it's going to be very warm. Listen, I want you to come to lunch on your way down. You know where I live don't you?"

This was the moment I would regret later. I should have come up with a suitable excuse, but I wasn't really concentrating, so just said "Yes" rather limply,

"It's the same house you and Sara were brought up in, isn't it? Near Uckfield?"

"Yes. It's The Lodge, Headington. Get here for half past eleven and I'll prepare some lunch."

"Oh...OK...thank you."

"I'll expect you then. You don't have any silly allergies, do you? I've forgotten."

"No..."

"Good..." and the line went dead.

I managed to get the first tube and stood squashed by a door with my nose almost stuck in a woman's armpit. It was fearsomely hot, so the air was heavy with sweat. I was grateful the woman's dress wasn't sleeveless.

As the train rattled slowly westwards, I started inwardly cursing at myself for being so easily trapped into going to Lauren's for lunch.

It wasn't that I didn't like her if anything the opposite was the case. It was just an added complication to what was always going to be a tricky weekend.

It was going to be the first time I'd seen Sara for nearly three years. We'd been at the same university, and after my final year we'd had a relationship. I suppose the word relationship is rather formal to describe what happened...we'd had a short fling really.

***

Sara was two years older than me and doing a PhD. I spent part of my final year doing some research for her as part of my project. She was everything I wasn't back then; confident, sophisticated, beautiful, and worldly. I was naive, shy, and looked girlish and gawky. She had impossibly green eyes, cascading waves of carefully highlighted pale brown hair, and dress sense that always accentuated her pert breasts and firm bottom.

During the three months we worked together, I developed a huge crush on her. I'd never been attracted to a woman, in fact I'd got a boyfriend at the time, but there was something about Sara that just sucked me towards her.

After my finals, I stayed up at Uni until graduation. My parents were away in Dubai, and I thought there would be more parties and fun if I stayed in Birmingham. In the event, I found to my dismay that most of my friends went home or on holiday whilst waiting for their results, so I ended up kicking around with nothing to do. Sara spotted me in the faculty building eating lunch alone one day, took pity on me, and invited me to her house for supper...

The thought of spending an evening with my crush was more than I'd ever dared dream about, so I jumped to accept the invitation.

I spent hours worrying what to wear, buying new underwear, just in case, and trying to put some waves in my long mousey hair to make myself look glamorous.

In the event the evening was rather dull, as Sara's house mate Jo was there, and joined us for the meal. It wasn't till we were finishing off the wine and nibbling cheese on the patio that we were alone.

"You seem very uptight tonight, Jane, if you don't mind me saying so. Is there anything the matter?"

"No, no," I said unconvincingly before taking a large slurp of wine to try and relax. "I'm just sad that this part of my life is ending. I'm going to miss my friends and all the people who've helped me in the department."

"You've been an exceptional student, I'm sure you'll settle into your chosen career. You'll forget about us in a few weeks. You're moving to London, aren't you?"

"Yes," and I told her about the job I'd secured, and my plans to live with my cousin. I waffled on for a few minutes, Sara listened patiently. Realising I was behaving more like an excited adolescent than a twenty-two-year-old, I suddenly stopped, looked at her and apologised.

"Don't worry," she said smiling, and leaned forward towards me from her chair and gently cupped my cheek with her fingers.

They were warm...I luxuriated in the fleeting contact.

"Jane, I'm going to ask you a question. I suspect you will struggle to answer honestly, but it might be best if you steel yourself and do..."

"I..."

"Have you got a crush on me?" she interrupted.

I was floored by her directness. I could feel the colour rise to my cheeks and prayed the fading light would hide my blushes.

"I.... I......" and then with braveness I didn't know I had, said..." Yes, Sara, yes, I have."

"Thought so. You've been gazing at me all doe-eyed for the last few weeks. How very lovely...Is it very painful??

".... Yes..."

"Thought so. How did you know I was gay?"

"Someone said something in the lunchroom one day. They were right, weren't they?" The horror at my lack of doubt as to whether what I'd heard was true suddenly hit me like a brick.

"Yes, they were."

"Thank God...Sorry..."

"What for?"

"Being so childish..."

"Don't be silly..."

The tears welled up in my eyes and started running uncontrollably down my cheeks, and then my nose started to run. In less than ten seconds my appearance changed from near graduate to snivelling schoolgirl...

"Come here..." she said soothingly.

"I'm a mess."

"You're gorgeous..."

She stood and then gathered me up and then sat down again so I was in her lap with my legs over the side of the armchair.

"The question is Jane, are you going to do anything to relieve your pain?"

"I'm not sure what you mean?"

"Well, as I see it, on the 8th of July you will leave the campus for the last time... Will you leave Birmingham with your desire unfulfilled or not?"

"I don't know..."

"Let me make it simple. I'm afraid my position in the faculty is such that I can't be involved with a student under any circumstances."

My heart started to sink.

"Yes...I understand. That's why I've never said or done anything that might cause a problem." I whispered.

"But on the 9th of July you are no longer a student."

"I'm not sure I follow you." I thought I knew what she was on about but was afraid of being presumptuous.

"Ask me out after the 9th stupid..."

I could barely believe what she said. I wiggled off her lap and stood up to face her.

"You mean?"

"Yes, I mean."

"So will you?"

"Yes...but not here. I'm going home to Sussex for a week after the end of term. Why don't you come and stay, and we can go out properly, away from the sanctimonious academics we're surrounded by..."

She pulled me back down on to her lap. My summer dress caught on the arm of the chair and there was an ominous ripping sound. I was momentarily alarmed, but then her arms went round my neck, and she pulled me close into an embrace.

Our lips touched briefly, and I pulled away, alarmed that I'd overstepped the line. Thankfully, she was smiling....

I caught a hint of her perfume; it was musky and hung in the air.

"It's perfectly acceptable to give your colleagues a goodbye kiss Jane."

I leaned forwards, she gathered me in, and our lips mashed together properly. I did not want it to end, and neither it seemed did Sara, as she put her hands behind my neck and held me tight...

Things could have gone further that night, but we both knew the line was best not crossed. We just sat and chatted; the fingers of our hands intertwined.

In the hall, as I set out to walk home, we kissed again... a goodnight kiss.

Her tongue forced its way between my lips, and I tasted her sweetness...

We both tried extremely hard not to giggle with happiness and too much white wine.

I floated home, my head in a spin, and a small wet patch in my new panties...

***

I was jolted out of my reverie as the tube pulled up at my stop. The air on the platform was cooler. I made my way home, wondering what I needed to pack for the weekend whether my old Toyota would hold up for the journeys...

***

The results and Graduation week came and went soon enough. Sara and I hardly saw each other but we spoke on the phone and messaged each other. I was full of insecurity about whether she was truly attracted to me or was just keeping me at bay until the end of term. As each day passed, I would work myself up into a state of doubt until I heard her voice.

I started to pack all my stuff up in the house, ready to leave. I also dealt with my nascent relationship with Phil. Fortunately, that had not got very physical. He was too busy playing Tennis to have a lot of time for me, so the parting was more about practicality than loss. He was from Lancashire, and I was a Londoner. I told him continuing was pointless after the end of term; we simply couldn't afford it. He told me that he'd come to the same conclusion, so we parted amicably.

My parents came up to Birmingham for the ceremony. There were photos of me in my gown with my scroll, including one of me and Sara. It's the only picture of the two of us I have. Afterwards there was a faculty lunch. My Dad, once a physicist too, sat between Sara and Professor Harding. The three were in deep conversation most of the meal. I drank too much...

There was one last party in the evening with friends and their families, but my memories of it are sparse. There was laughter and tears in equal measure as the door closed on my student life.

***

The day after I got home, Sara came through by e mail with all the details and timings of when I should go to Sussex. I had the car, but there was a train once an hour to Uckfield and she'd pick me up, so I opted for that. Her parents would be away for a few days, so we'd have the run of the house, unless her older sister Lauren came home. She also asked me to call her.

"I don't want you come all the way down here under any false pretences," she said when we spoke. "If you're happy to come down for a few days of fun then I'd be thrilled, but I don't think we should start anything believing that something between us will be deep and meaningful. It's just impossible now you've left Birmingham."

I hesitated momentarily before replying, stunned by her matter of factness.

"Yes, you're right. Of course you're right. I agree. Let's just have some fun. The weather for next week looks good. We can go to the beach..."

"It's not that close Jane.... but fortunately, we've got a pool. Bring your bikini..."

***

I sat in deep thought most of the two-hour train journey. I was a twenty-two-year-old virgin, desperate to rid myself of the moniker. I wasn't entirely sure whether I was lesbian, bisexual or what. I'd never sought to label myself whilst I was growing up and even at University, I'd been patient with myself to see what happened rather than jump into bed with someone. I knew I was a bit of serious sort of nerd, hell I was a physicist for Christ's sake. Could I manage a short-term fling without getting hurt?

I didn't know...but I resolved not to ruin the only holiday I was going to get before I started work by over thinking things...

***

Sara, wore tight black leggings, trainers, and a tank top when she picked me up. Her hair was in a high ponytail. My lilac t shirt, hoodie, and jeans, although well fitted, felt rather frumpy.

On the platform, we hugged briefly and touched lips like old friends do.

She swung the little black Mini out of the Car Park and we set off for Headington. The sun was out, it was warm.

After twenty minutes we turned off the main road down a narrow lane. The house was set in its own grounds, surrounded by trees. It looked like it was worth millions compared to the modest home in Barnet I'd been brought up in.

Sara guided me through an oak panelled hall into a large kitchen. There was a breakfast bar and a couple of old sofas facing out to the patio. She pulled the bi-fold doors open and ushered me outdoors. The water on the swimming pool rippled in the gentle breeze. It looked very inviting...

Down beyond it, to the left of the lawn, I could see a two-storey wooden building with a deck and balustrade nestling in the trees.

"Would you like a drink and some lunch? I baked a Gruyere and Spinach tart if you're happy with that? I just need to make some dressing and open some wine."

"Sounds divine."

It didn't feel like these were the opening moments of my seduction and I wasn't at all nervous. That was what was so memorable about that afternoon. We both knew it was going to happen, but when and the where wasn't pre-determined.

"You did bring a bikini or a swimsuit, didn't you? she said teasingly, as she prepared a salad.

"Of course I did,"

"Not that you need one. You can skinny dip if you want, nobody will see you."

"I prefer a little cover when I swim."

"There's not much on top to cover..."

"That's rude," I replied with mock offence. "I can't help having no boobs."

"I know. I'm teasing. Your little boobs were one of the first things that attracted me to you..."

I felt myself colour up slightly.

"Here," she said, pulling a wine bottle from the fridge, "open this and pour us both a drink. There are glasses over there in the cupboard and an opener on the breakfast bar."

I poured two generous glasses of the Frascati, and helped Sara carry the food out to the dining area. She raised the sunshade, and we sat down to our lunch. The tart was delicious.

Afterwards, she showed me upstairs to my bright and sunny bedroom. Sara apologised for the single bed - apparently none of the spare rooms had doubles, but at least there was a shower and loo. She pointed out the connecting door to her room in the corner and winked at me...I unpacked my case and found my swimming things. I opted for the navy swimsuit as it accentuated my bum and hips, and the top held me snug.

Sara had pulled two sun loungers together by the pool and put towels down and tables for our glasses to the side. She was in a white halter neck bikini with high rise bottoms. She was carefully applying sunscreen to her legs, looked like something out of Vogue, and I instantly regretted going for the swimsuit.

"Wow," I said. "You look amazing..."

She looked up from her task and looked me up and down.

"You look lovely too, but I do think a bikini would be better for sunbathing. You're not shy, are you?"

"A little..."

"How sweet you are. Go and put on your bikini. You've got no reason to be shy, you've got a stunning figure."

I went back upstairs and changed. The pale blue bikini was an altogether much more revealing number. I cursed the fact that I'd not done anything about my bikini line. With careful tucking in, I was just about decent, it would have to do.

Sara had reclined the back rest on her sun lounger and was lying on her tummy resting on her elbows and tapping something into her mobile. She glanced up as I settled down next to her.

"That's much better," she said stressing the much. "Do you need suncream?"

"I have some in my bag, thanks..."

Her phone pinged and she went back to tapping another message. I fetched my bag and applied the factor 30. As I settled down on the lounger Sara turned on to her back and adjusted the backrest, so she was at the same angle as I was.

"You've got such a flat stomach. I'm very envious. Do you work out a lot?"

"Not that much," I replied. "I'm just lucky, I think. I never seem to put much weight on. I bloat up a bit for a day or two with my cycle, but it never really hangs around."

The sun was really warm. After a few minutes, Sara went and fetched a jug of iced water and glasses. She poured me a tumbler full. As she handed it to me, I noticed a generous tuft of chestnut coloured hair sprouting from her armpit.

We chatted about this and that. I finished my wine and went and fetched the bottle from the ice bucket. I topped up our glasses and took a swig before settling back down on the lounger. Sara had lifted one arm and was cradling the back of her head with her hand. The lush tuft of hair in the armpit was fully exposed. I stared at it momentarily. She looked so vibrant, so full of life. I felt a twinge down below.

When I'd settled, she leant towards me slightly.

"So, tell me about your love life at Uni Jane? Were you involved in lots of passionate affairs with your fellow students?"

"Well, no, not really."

"Oh, how disappointing...."

"I had a boyfriend, Phil, for a while in my last year, but that really didn't go very far..."

"Why not?"

"Well, he was too interested in Tennis and wasn't a good lover I suppose. He was inexperienced. I was his first girlfriend..."

"But you made out...?"

"Well, no, not really..."

"You mean nothing? Nothing at all?"

"A few kisses and cuddles. I brought him off a couple of times with my hand, but even that wasn't successful. He only lasted a few seconds."

"And he didn't, you know, didn't do anything for you..."

"No... he was rather embarrassed. All I got was sticky fingers..."

"Oh God..."

"But what about girls. You must have got your taste for girls from somewhere?"

"Lesbian porn Sara...porn."

She spun round off her lounger and nudged her way on to mine so she was sitting facing me.

"Jane you're not trying to tell me, that after three years in Birmingham and a boyfriend, that you've never been with a girl and are still a virgin are you....?"

"Well yes..." and I blushed to the roots of my hair.

"You poor thing...that's awful...well actually awful is the wrong word. In some ways its lovely. I mean well it's sad that you didn't have any passionate relationship at Uni but its lovely that you have got so much to look forward to."

She reached out with both her hands and pulled me up into her arms.

"I think I found you in the nick of time," she said between small kisses to my forehead, cheeks, chin and finally my lips.

"I thought I found you!"

"OK, maybe...I want to know one more thing, Jane and then I promise I won't interrogate you any more..."

"OK..." I replied quietly, my heart in my mouth at what other embarrassments I had to suffer.

She pulled back out of the embrace and looked at me.

"I'll come straight out with it then...You do masturbate don't you?"

"Well yes, of course, though I'm not very good at it...?"

"But you orgasm. You come; you climax....?"

"Sometimes..."

"OK, good. Come on let's go for a swim..."

I was grateful for the break. Telling Sara about how difficult I'd found it to reach orgasm over the years would have just been too humiliating for words.

She stood up, and with the nimbleness of a cat, sauntered down to the side of the pool and dived in. There was barely a splash.

"Come on slow coach, it's time to cool off," she said when she surfaced.

I got up from the lounger and made my way down to the shallow end. I sat down on the Grecian steps. The water sloshing around the top step was cool on my genitals. Sara front crawled from the deep end till she was in front of me.

"Are you getting in or do I have to resort to pulling you in..."

"I hesitated and swung my knees open and closed a couple of times."

"Nice bush..." She teased.

"That's not fair," I replied, knowing immediately that my bikini was not up to the task now it was wet.