My brother and I have always shared a special relationship. He is two years older then me, yet we have been more like friends than family. We grew up in a single parent home, relied on each other and grew closer than I think most siblings would.
When it came to relationships we both acted as the screener for each other - he would interrogate would -be suitors and let me know his thoughts on the guy and I would do the same with his dates. I think I had higher standards for my brother as I love him dearly and wish only the best for him, and most of his dates were a little on the trashy side for my liking. This was until he met Clair who on a physical level looks amazingly like me. I am average looking, blonde/ blue, shorter then most but make up for it with great legs and bum. Clair is taller and has larger breasts but for the most part we could pass as sisters.
On the personality side we click, we are into the same fashion, music, movies - you name it, so Clair was a blessing for both Mike and me. We would all hang out every other weekend; go to movies, concerts and other entertainment venues.
During this time I started to wonder what Mike saw in Clair. Did he see the similarities between her and me or not, did he think of me when he was in bed with her? Now these questions should have disgusted me, yet they had the opposite effect. I would play with myself thinking of how Mike would fuck Clair while thinking of me, I would suck the juices off my fingers and pretend that it was Clair's juice; it would make me hot and sweaty and over time my fantasies became more and more graphic.
I never acted on these fantasies and never even brought them up because the three of us were getting along so famously, but the thoughts were there.
When Mike invited me to his holiday home I thought nothing of it. It was a regular occurrence when the three of us would go together or I would invite a boyfriend or a girlfriend at the time (non sexual).
We sat around drinking and talking most of the night when Clair became a little more loosely lipped than usual and she told us about a lesbian relationship that she had experienced prior to meeting Mike.
Mike was shocked yet I think he was proud that he had managed to 'turn' one even though Clair then admitted that she was bi-sexual.
I was excited. I had never talked openly about bisexuality with anyone and I was interested in hearing her thoughts and opinions. After about five or six questions Mike asked if I was bisexual.
I told both of them that I had never kissed a female but the thought was alluring.
When Clair asked if I wanted to try it, Mike's eyes almost exploded. I did not have to think about it for more then a second. 'Yes I would,' was my response.
Clair came in closer and moved in for a kiss. I was excited and I closed my eyes. We kissed! It was the best feeling I have ever had! Our tongues danced around; her lips were soft and pouty. It felt like an eternity. I could have orgasmed from that kiss when it was broken by the sound of Mike asking how it felt. All I could muster was a whisper.... that felt good!
Nothing else happened that night expect we continued to drink and talk and Clair filled in more details of the previous relationship, about which Mike was becoming more concerned.
Clair set his mind at rest by saying that he satisfied her in everyway and grabbed at his crotch. This was my cue to go to bed.
Once in bed I frigged myself like crazy thinking of that kiss and imagining the hot sex going on less then fifteen feet from me in the other bedroom.
