Loving Sisters

It was a strange day.

All day I felt like I was out of step, and I wished I could have stood still and let the world catch up with me, or run as fast as I could and try to get back to my normal life, but I was stuck in a jumbled, crazy day, full of mistakes and surprises, accidents and coincidences, and as it wore on, as the long school day kept getting longer, I told myself that I could get through it, that everything would be fine, things would return to normal and I would be back to my old boring life in no time.

I was wrong. The day, and my life, was going to get stranger.

After finally escaping school I went to my sister Sara's apartment. She works afternoons but she gave me a key, telling me I could go there anytime I wanted - which was pretty much every day. Her apartment was a haven for me, and it was taste of the future; there was only a matter of months before I finished high school, and then I would leave for college, look for a nice little place like my sister's apartment, and start living my life. Sara is four years older than me and her life seems perfect. Everything about her is perfect. She's the best sister in the world.

I let myself into her apartment, put down my bag and took off my coat. All I needed was some quiet, I thought to myself, a chance to relax and let things return to normal. I headed toward the kitchen to make myself some tea, but then I heard a noise. Was Sara home? I walked down the hall. There were sounds coming from her bedroom. I nudged open the door.

Sara was home. She was with a guy. They were on her bed, naked. She was on her hands and knees and he was behind her, pumping his hips.

She saw me. "Oh, hey Jen," my sister said to me in a heavy voice. "What - what time is it?"

"Sorry," I said, and closed the door. Then I said, "It's four o'clock."

I am such an idiot. What was I thinking? If you hear noises coming from a bedroom there's only one logical thing it could be. Why did I have to walk in there and see that?

In a daze I went back to the kitchen and started making my tea. I knew my sister wouldn't be upset with me - she has always been open about sex. Sara is very beautiful, much prettier than me, and she is perfectly comfortable with her body. It probably didn't bother her in the least, me walking in on her like that. Still, how embarrassing can you get? Now I was stuck with the image of some guy fucking my sister.

And I couldn't get the image out of my mind. The dark bedroom. The two figures on the bed. The rhythm of their bodies. Sara's long hair spilling over her shoulders. Her breasts, so full and round, swaying under her. Her body rocking back against her lover. Her face looking up at me as I stood in the doorway.

What would have happened if I hadn't closed the door, if I had stayed and watched? I imagined kneeling down by the bed, touching my sister's hair and looking into her eyes. What would her breasts feel like as they swung with the movement of her body? What would her lips feel like as her breath came faster? If I took off my clothes, watching my sister having sex, if I got on the bed, the guy still thrusting into her, if I opened my legs in front of her, would she...?

God, my face was burning. What was happening to me?

I took a long sip of tea. For some time I'd been aware of my feelings about women. I wasn't ashamed, it was just hard to admit it - I'm a lesbian. Nobody knew, and I hadn't done anything about it. I was going to wait until college before I tried anything; it would be too uncomfortable, too strange in the town I grew up in. Waiting wasn't really a problem, although I couldn't help fantasizing sometimes.

But I had never thought of my sister in that way.

It was crazy. It was absurd. It was the result of too many hormones pumping through my body, I decided. I shouldn't take it seriously. It was a normal reaction to what I saw. Or an abnormal reaction - whatever.

I was standing in the kitchen, thinking these thoughts, when I heard the bedroom door opening and I suddenly realized - what was I still doing in her apartment? I should have left right away instead of making some tea. I really am an idiot. Now I would have to hide and hope that nothing more embarrassing happened.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your sister?" I heard the guy ask as they walked out.

"I think she's embarrassed enough," Sara said.

"It was nice meeting you!" he yelled toward the kitchen.

My sister laughed. "Just go!" she said. I peeked around the corner and saw her pushing him out the door.

Sara walked into kitchen, looking happy. A little bit of red in her cheeks was the only sign of what she'd just been doing.

"I am so sorry," I said to her.

She waved away my apology. "No, I'm sorry. I got off work early to be with Greg and I just lost track of the time, it's later than I thought."

"But it was so stupid, walking in on you."

"Don't worry about it. We finished. Well, he finished - I'll finish later."

Do you see what I mean about being open about sex? But she shouldn't have said that about finishing later; it put another bad image in my head.

"Are you going to stick around?" my sister asked. "It's been a long time since we've just sat and talked."

I agreed. I poured her some tea and we went to the living room.

"How long have you been seeing Greg?" I asked her. It was funny - I didn't know what he looked like, I never saw his face.

"A couple of weeks," she said. "It's not serious."

"It looked serious."

"That wasn't serious. That was fun."

Why couldn't I be like that, so open and carefree? Everything in my life had to be secretive and heavy. Maybe it was time to open up. It seemed fair; I had seen something of her private life, I should share something of my life. I took a deep breath.

"Can I tell you something?" I said.

"Of course."

"I'm a lesbian."

She didn't even blink. "Yeah, I kind of knew that," she said.

"What? Really? Is it obvious?"

She laughed. "Relax. It's just because I know you so well. I knew you never really liked boys. It wasn't too hard to figure out."

"So it doesn't bother you?"

"Of course not," my sister said, then she smiled. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I've had sex with women before."

"What?"

"In college," she said, sitting back on the couch. "A few different times. It was really nice." She closed her eyes and ran her finger around the rim of her teacup. "Mmm. It was very nice."

My head was spinning. She wasn't kidding, she'd actually had sex with women. It was hard to believe at first, but the more I thought about it the more I could imagine it happening. Sara wouldn't freak out if a girl hit on her - she would be polite, and curious, and probably willing. And I could imagine a lot of girls hitting on my sister.

"I like guys better," she was saying. "Having a big cock in your pussy...well, you probably don't want to hear about that. But women - yeah, there's something about sex with women."

"What's it like?" I asked, my throat dry.

"Soft," Sara said, looking thoughtful. "And slow. Although it can be fast too. It's entirely different than with men. More sensual. More giving. And it can last a long time. You haven't done it yet, have you? You'll like it."

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation - but since we were, I figured I could mention something that was bothering me. "I have to admit, when I think about it, when I imagine doing it for the first time, I get a little nervous. I'm not sure I would know what to do."

"Everybody's a little nervous their first time. You shouldn't worry. Sex is natural. You just do what your body tells you to do."

She always knows the right thing to say. I felt better, more comfortable with myself. And after hearing my sister talking about lesbian sex, I guess I felt kind of horny too.

"Tell you what," Sara said casually. "If you want, I can show you how it's done."

"What?"

"I'll show you how to make love to a woman," she said. "Right now, if you want."

"What do you mean?" She couldn't be thinking what I was thinking. It couldn't be true.

"We can have sex," she said.

It was true - she wanted to have sex with me. My sister wanted to lick my pussy! And I wanted her to lick my pussy, oh god, I really did. But I couldn't tell her that. I couldn't say yes. It was insane. It was impossible. How can something be so wrong and so right at the same time?

"Jen," she said, "I know this sounds crazy, and I've never thought of this before, but I think it's a good idea. I want to teach you. I want to show you how good it can be. And it will be good. I really want to do this. I mean - wow, I haven't been this excited in a long time."

My brain stopped working. I knew she liked sex but this was too much. Things like this are not supposed to happen.

What a strange day.

My sister got off the couch and kneeled in front of me. "I've shocked you," she said, touching my hand. "Sorry. I guess I have a different attitude towards sex than most people. Sex really is natural. People make up these rules about what's right and wrong, what's good and bad, but they don't know anything. Forget the rules. I have no problem with having sex with my sister. I don't think it's wrong. I think it'll be wonderful. I think it will be very, very special. Because I love you."

My heart jumped. She looked so serious, so beautiful, kneeling on the floor. I knew she would never hurt me. I trusted her completely. And I wanted her so bad.

"I love you too," I said, my voice catching. "Would you show me how to make love to a woman?"

She gave me her brightest smile. "Yes."

Sara took my hand and led me into her bedroom. It sounds simple now, but it wasn't; with each step we were walking away from the world, away from our old, normal lives, and even though I was scared I didn't want to turn back, I knew we were going to a place that was amazing and strange. My darkest dreams were coming true - how many people get to say that? I wasn't going to let my fear ruin this.

My sister shut the door behind her. We stood together, closer than we've ever been before, silent, smiling, gently tugging off each other's clothes. My heart was beating like a wild animal, and I wondered how she could be so calm; then I noticed her eyes burning, her hands shaking as she undressed me. I peeled away her clothes, staring as her incredible body was revealed, so familiar and yet so new - and so unbelievably sexy. I have never seen anyone more beautiful.

She was checking out my body too. I looked down, comparing myself to her, and I thought that maybe we weren't so different. Of course we would look similar, we were sisters - then it hit me, what we were doing, what we were about to do, something crazy and dirty and forbidden and so, so exciting. She must have seen it in my face, and she must have been thinking the same thing; she gave me a look that made me shiver, then she sat down on her bed, naked and graceful, gesturing for me to join her.

And I suddenly remembered what she'd been doing on that bed just a short time ago.

"Sara, you were just fucking that guy..."

"It's ok - he was wearing a condom, and I had a quick shower. I'm all fresh and clean, see?" And she spread her legs for a moment.

A moan passed my lips. There was no stopping now.

I sat down on the bed beside her. She brushed the hair out of my eyes and said, "We'll take this slow."

But it didn't seem like we took it slow. It seemed like we took no time at all.

She kissed me, her soft lips pushing me back against the bed. Our tongues rolled together, her breath filling my mouth, a whimper in both our throats. She stroked me, caressed me, and I felt a heat building inside me, a liquid heat filling my insides. I took her breasts in my hands, feeling the silky weights in my palms, her nipples hard as mine. When she touched my pussy I was dripping wet, then I was exploding, on fire. I reached down with a shaking hand, found her pussy, hot and slippery against my fingers. Our bodies bumped together, trembling. Our kisses became urgent. I couldn't breathe. I was going insane, it was too much, her fingers inside me, I was flying apart, my sister wouldn't stop, I was coming, oh god, coming over and over. With a cry Sara broke our kiss and looked in my face, her fingers still moving, her body against mine, looking in my eyes but I couldn't focus, I was caught in an orgasm, convulsing, shaking, I couldn't stop, it went on and on, until I couldn't take any more, until she slowed down, bringing me back, letting me catch my breath, letting me regain my sanity; and suddenly I laughed, I felt such joy, seeing her face before me, her smile, the love in her eyes, my beautiful, wonderful sister.

We kissed again, a long, slow kiss that left my heart pounding. Then she said, grinning, "We're just getting started."

Her body slid down mine, her lips leaving a trail down my chest and stomach. She stopped with her face above my pussy. I was open beneath her. I could feel her warm breath on me. I was throbbing, aching. I couldn't wait a second longer.

"This is how you lick pussy," she said, locking eyes with me. Then she lowered her head.

Oh. Oh wow. I stretched back on the bed, my body melting, my mind lost in the flood; yet a part of me was totally aware of everything she did. Every movement of her tongue. Every touch of her lips. Her nose rubbing against me. Her hands pushing apart my thighs. It was a dream, a dream that wouldn't stop, as my sister licked the center of my being, as the world shrank to the size of my pussy, as time was reduced to the rhythm of her tongue. She slowly pushed me to the brink, relentlessly forced me over the edge, my body vibrating, my mind blank, the pressure increasing, until I found myself screaming, it came out of nowhere, a surge of energy, it roared through me, I bucked on the bed, Sara held on to me, she kept licking, I kept screaming, gasping for breath, and everything went black; and when I came around, my body humming, feeling more alive than ever, my sister was slowly, lovingly licking away my juices, sending ripples through my body with each pass of her tongue.

I think I went a little crazy then, because I don't remember how I got between Sara's legs. She gasped, squirmed, maybe I was going too fast but I couldn't help it, I was too excited. I did everything she showed me, everything she taught me, I desperately wanted to make her feel the way she made me feel. She put her hands in my hair, holding me close with her thighs. She started panting, making little sounds. Her pussy was heaven, so warm on my tongue, tasting so good, I could have licked her all day, all night. I slowly found out how to her please her, feeling her body shake, feeling the tension build and release, feeling my own pussy respond. She was getting louder, she was getting wetter, I was doing it, I was making her come. I guided her orgasm with my tongue, as her fingernails dug into my scalp, as she screamed my name, licking her, drinking from her, making her body shudder, driving her crazy, giving her everything I had, until she had finished, until her screams grew ragged, until her body became limp; and she sat up and pulled me close, hugging me, thanking me, and I kissed her, happier than I've ever been before, and we lay back down together, exhausted, glowing.

And lying in my sister's arms, warm and content, I had a revelation, a moment of pure clarity. I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I sat up and turned to her.

"I want to be your girlfriend," I said. "I want to be your lover. I'll never find someone like you. I don't want anyone else. I love you. And you love me, right? We can live together. We can make a life together. It would be perfect - don't you think it would be perfect?"

"Oh, honey," Sara said, putting her hand against my cheek, a sad smile on her face. "You'll meet someone else. You'll find a real girlfriend. I'm not the one. I'm just your oversexed sister. We're just having fun together. Give yourself some time to sort out your feelings - you'll understand."

"But, but," I said, then I realized that I was babbling; I needed to slow down. "All right - maybe you're right. But we can do this again sometime, can't we?"

"Jen, if it's going to be this good, we can do it anytime you want."

We've been doing it a lot. Each time it gets better, and each time we become closer. And I'm not going to give up. She still dates guys, a bunch of different guys coming and going in her life, but I'm always there for her. I know how to make her happy. I know how to make her scream. Someday she'll see that I'm the one for her. I can wait; we'll be together for the rest of our lives.