A sharp clap of thunder woke Emily from a sound sleep. She kept her eyes closed, but her heart was pounding from the sudden loud noise. The rain was pelting the window like small stones and the wind was howling. After several minutes, she tried to get back to sleep. She was disturbed a second time by a gentle tapping on her bedroom door. Emily reluctantly left the warmth of her bed and open the door. Her sister Kate was holding a worn stuffed teddy bear and her pillow. With a smile, Emily silently invited Kate in. The storm, it seemed had frightened both girls. Back to back, they snuggled into the warm covers, and tried to sleep.
Emily and Kate Henson had shared a bed many times when they were younger. But since high school when they each got their own bedroom, the times were fewer and fewer. Now, with high school behind them, the sisters, both eighteen, had their own interests. Emily, the oldest by almost two minutes found it hard to get back to sleep, but eventually both girls nodded off.
Sometime during the night, Emily rolled over and put her arm around Kate's waist, holding her close while it continued to rain. Without waking, Kate put her hand on top of her sister's. Another loud clap of thunder, and Kate turned to face her sister. They hugged each other for comfort. As the storm outside ragged, a flash of lightening momentarily lit up the bedroom and another clap of thunder echoed in the night. Both girls open their eyes staring at one another. Their bodies pressed tightly together. They hadn't been this close in years.
With their eyes wide open, Emily moved forward until she just brushed her lips against her sister's. Or maybe it was Kate that extended her head. It really didn't matter. The storm outside that had awakened the girls was nothing compared to the storm that started between them that night. A storm of lust and passion. A storm of secrets and tender moments. A storm of love.
"Its quiet now Katie. You can go back to your room." Emily said in a whisper, sometime later.
"I like it right here." Kate said, whispering like her sister.
"Why did you kiss me?" Emily asked, still whispering softly.
"I thought you kissed me." Katie said.
Almost as one, the girls kissed again. It started as a quick, friendly kiss. And ended much more passionately. Both girls giggled as only sisters with a secret can, pulled the bed covers over their heads, and kissed again.
For the next three days, to the casual observer, nothing seemed out of the ordinary between Emily and Kate. Even their parents didn't notice the subtle changes, or at least didn't say anything. The innocent touching of fingers while they washed dinner dishes. The looks and smiles. Sitting a bit closer together while watching television. The whisper when they thought no one was looking. But there was a difference. It grew and blossomed in both girls. Perhaps it had been there all along, lurking just under the consciousness level. Maybe it was fate.
"I'm going up mom. I've got a little headache." Emily said, as she got off the couch.
"Ok honey. Get a good night's sleep. You're on your own for breakfast. Dad and I are going out early." Mom said.
"I might as well go too." Kate said, "I can use an early night."
Both girls waited patiently. Listening. It took the better part of an hour for Kate and Emily's parents to turn off the television and head to their own bedroom. When Kate heard their door close downstairs, she stood up and slipped on her robe. She opened her door as quietly as she could, and tiptoed across the hall to Emily's room. She didn't have to knock. Her sister was waiting.
"Do you think we waited long enough?" Jill Henson asked, whispering to her husband.
"You tease the girls just like you used to tease your sister when you were their age." Her husband David answered.
"Kim and I haven't fooled around like that in years." Jill said.
"Well if you two ever want to relive your youth. I'm willing to help." David said smiling.
"You're a pervert." Jill said, keeping her voice low and smiling.
Emily closed her bedroom door quietly and locked it. She was naked. The girls faced each other. Emily reached for the sash of Kate's robe and untied it. She pulled it open enough for her to slip her hands inside, wrapping then around her sister's waist. She pressed closer, pulling Kate towards her until their bodies were touching. Both girls felt a tingling, almost electric sensation. Their tight young bodies trembling at their closeness. Kate stared into her sister's eyes, remembering the storm. She parted her lips slightly and leaned her head closer. She didn't close her eyes until her lips touched Emily's. With a sigh, the girls stood there, kissing tenderly in the dim light.
