Rachel loved staying with her boyfriend's family. The Allens were welcoming wonderful people and whenever Rachel stayed with Rodney, they treated her just like she was part of the family. She and Rodney were even allowed to sleep together when she stayed. She and Rodney went to the same college and for breaks it was always more convenient to go to his parent's house.
Now things were slightly different. She and Rodney happened to see his little eighteen year old sister Janet having sex at a party. Sex. with a man and a woman. Ever since witnessing this erotic event, Rachel couldn't get the image of Janet licking pussy out of her head. Even worse, she couldn't get the idea of Rodney sliding his cock into Janet's beautiful wet pussy. She felt disgusting, yet aroused. The very idea of this kept Rachel in a constant state of arousal. Janet's presence in the room would cause Rachel to blush and tingle with desire.
One Sunday, when Rodney went to help his dad, Janet and Rachel were left alone in the house. Janet channel surfed on the TV while Rachel flipped through her notes for her psych class. Rachel couldn't bear the tension.
"Janet," Rachel broke the silence, "may I ask you a question?"
Janet hit the mute button on the television, "Sure, Rachel."
"It is a personal question, and I don't mean to pry..." Rachel started to babble.
"Just ask, already. What do you want to know?"
Rachel bit her lip. She hadn't practiced this, had no idea how to say what she wanted to say, "Are you... do you like girls?"
Janet looked at Rachel in silence for several heartbeats before responding cautiously, "What do you mean? Most of my friends are women."
"No... not like that... I mean, are you a lesbian," Rachel asked and then quickly tacking on, "or bi?"
Janet set the remote down. "I don't know if I feel comfortable discussing my sexual orientation with my brother's girlfriend, no offense."
Rachel nodded. "I understand, it's just, well.... The other night, there was this party, Rodney and I went to it on a whim. You were there."
It was Janet's turn to blush. "Oh god..."
"We saw you, and the two -- the couple."
"Oh god..."
Rachel continued, "It was so hot. You are so hot."
Janet's mind raced, fear of discovery clouded her senses. She did not hear Rachel's words clearly. She calculated which lie to tell.... Forced? Drunk? Drugs? Nothing sounded like it would get her out of this free and clear. "It's not what you think, Rachel. It was ... I did ...," words failed her.
"Janet, there was nothing wrong with what you were doing. I'm not chastising or judging," Rachel responded calmly, though she felt herself getting more aroused recalling the events of that night. Remembering how Rodney fucked her, calling her by Janet's name.
"You can't tell anyone!" Janet said. "Oh god, Rodney saw? Oh god..."
"Don't worry, we aren't going to tell anyone. There was nothing wrong with what you were doing. You are all adults, you get to make these decisions for yourself."
"If mom and dad ever find out..."
"They won't, I promise you. Though fucking people at a party isn't the most discrete way to behave."
"I know, I know. It's just so... I like it so much."
Rachel smiled. "I know what you mean. Getting caught up in the moment, not caring who knows or sees or hears..."
"I don't know what I am," Janet said.
"What do you mean?"
"To answer your question. Lesbian, bi, straight... I don't know. I am just sexual, you know? "
"Good answer," Rachel said. "Why label it? You like what you like."
"Have you ever been with a woman," Janet asked in a half --hearted attempt to push the focus away from her.
"Sadly no, but I've always wanted to."
"You are bi?"
"I am bi," Rachel replied. "Just not a lot of opportunities to explore it, you know. I love your brother, everything I do , he knows about. I don't cheat. That does limit who I can be with, though."
Janet looked a bit surprised. "He lets you sleep with other people?"
"He does, and I let him do the same. So long as it was discussed before it happens. Your brother is quite the libertine."
"Libertine? What's that?" Janet asked.
"A free thinker, a lover of life and pleasure and all that ..."
"Then I'm a libertine, too," Janet added. "There is so much to explore and feel and do. I want it all."
"Do you?" Rachel asked, very pleased at the direction their conversation turned. "What are some of you fantasies?"
"Oh, so you are prying now. This feels odd. Should we be this open?"
"You said you were a libertine like your brother, he is open. He talks openly about sex and his desires all the time."
"Yeah, but I doubt he is as twisted as me. Sometimes I think I'm really fucked up," Janet said.
"In what way?"
"I really like to be dominated by a man. I love it when he takes control. I really love it when he is rough with me, spanking me, slapping me. I love the idea of being taken by force, being told to do things. I want to be used."
Rachel was overwhelmed by the base confession Janet gave. "Janet? Do you think I'm attractive?"
Janet paused. "You are very pretty."
"Come here, Janet."
Janet hesitated and then stood from the couch and walked over to the chair Rachel was sitting in. Rachel set her notebook on the floor to the side of the chair and gazed up at Janet. Janet wore a simple babydoll tshirt and pajama pants. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She looked gorgeous to Rachel.
