I was always the bad kid in our family. I was the one with the lousy grades; I was the one with the messy room, the one who stayed out late, the one who dated boys and ditched church. I think everyone, myself included, was surprised when I went on to college after graduating. My grades weren’t what they might be, but I had artistic talent, and I majored in painting.
Amy came to visit me in the fall of my sophomore year. I had an off-campus apartment which I shared with another girl, Kristen. Amy was a senior that year, and thinking about going to my school after she graduated. It was great to see Amy, and I was looking forward to showing her around. We had always gotten along pretty well, considering that we were opposites in so many ways. She was the good daughter, the one who got perfect grades, helped out around the house, and didn’t date.
The first night we went out with a bunch of friends for pizza and beer. My friends all liked Amy; I was a little disturbed to see more than one of my male friends checking her out (this was my 18 year old kid sister!), but I knew that Amy could take care of herself. We stayed out late, and even though she didn’t sample any beer, she was falling asleep by the time we got back to the apartment. I made a bed for her on the couch, tucked her in, and stumbled off to my own room to catch a few hours sleep.
I had a full day of classes the next day. When I left for my morning class, Amy was still snoring on the couch. She looked really cute like that, almost like a porcelain doll, with her button nose and curly blonde hair all mussed up.
My second class of the day was cancelled; the professor had called in sick. I went back to the apartment, planning to surprise Amy and take her out to lunch.
When I opened the front door, I was greeted with a sight that stopped me in my tracks. Kristen, my roommate, was stark naked and spread out all over the couch. Her large breasts jiggled as her head rolled back and forth in ecstasy. Her long, muscular legs were spread wide, and my little sister Amy, naked as the day she was born, was crouched between her legs, her face buried in Kristen’s crotch. Apparently she was doing a good job; Kristen was moaning and groaning and encouraging Amy, running her fingers through my sisters curly blonde hair as Amy slurped away.
I was shocked, to say the least. I’d never suspected that Kristen went that way, never mind my goody-two-shoes kid sister. I had to admit that they looked like they were having a good time. “At least someone is getting some in this place.” I thought to myself. They hadn’t seen me; they were in a world all their own. I quietly closed the door and went out for lunch by myself.
The rest of Amy’s visit was pretty uneventful. Needless to say, I never mentioned what I had seen on the couch that day. At the end of the week, Amy thanked me for my hospitality and went back to home and high school. Kristen told me that my sister was a really sweet kid. I only smiled.
It wasn’t as if I was totally sexually inexperienced. I had lost my virginity when I was 16. I had fooled around with a few guys since then. The main problem was that I was socially awkward and painfully shy. At 6’1, I was taller than most guys, and I wore glasses. I was kind of a geek. Guys weren’t exactly banging down my door. Anyway, masturbation was, I had found, a much more reliable way to have orgasms. Sometimes I thought about knocking on Kristen’s door late at night when my clit was twitching, but I never did. The fact is I was too chicken.
After midterms, I drove home for Thanksgiving. I got in around noon on the Wednesday before turkey day. My mom was at work, and Amy was in school. It was the first time in a while that I found myself alone with nothing particular to do.
I went into Amy’s room to see if she still had the halter top I had let her borrow last summer. Ok, I wasn’t even fooling myself. I went into her room to snoop.
Her room was disgustingly clean. The bed was made, her books were all neatly put away. There were family pictures and unicorns on her dresser. All her shoes were arraigned in pairs in the closet.
She kept her toys in a box under the bed. Now, I owned a vibrator, and I guess I had expected to find one when I pulled the box out. What I found really blew me away. There were maybe a dozen different sex toys there. Some of them I didn’t even know what you were supposed to do with. There were a couple different vibrators, and several dildos; one of them so big that it was a little scary. There was what I thought was a butt plug, a double ended dildo, and were those anal beads? There was porn, too: a stack of magazines, and several DVDs.
I hadn’t been exposed to much porn; I guess I had thought of it as a guy thing. I had a couple of trashy novels in my own bedroom, but it never would have occurred to me to buy a DVD. I was curious. I turned on her computer and slid a disk in.
I was shocked at first at how raw, how explicitly sexual it was. My little sister, the sweet little girl who always did her chores, liked to watch this? It was all women, and they were fucking and licking each other in every combination imaginable. There didn’t seem to be much plot, but that really didn’t matter. The more I watched, the more I wanted to see. I could feel myself getting excited. Really excited. I looked at Amy’s alarm clock: it was one o’clock, I had plenty of time before she came home from school. On the screen, a woman with spiky pink hair was licking her girlfriend’s asshole. I let my jeans fall around my ankles, and snaked a hand between my thighs.
I watched and teased and watched and teased, getting more and more excited and wet with every scene. I was going to have to orgasm soon. I looked over at the collection of toys spread out on the bed, trying to decide which vibrator to pick out. It was then that Amy walked into the room.
I felt suddenly cold all over. I’m sure I looked as guilty as I felt, my hand stuffed inside my panties, the girls on the screen moaning orgasmically. The lust in my cunt was suddenly gone. For a long heartbeat, we silently looked at each other across the room.
In our house, your room was sacred territory. You just didn’t go into someone else’s room without permission. I felt terrible.
“You’re home early.” I managed lamely.
“Half day at school.” Amy replied. “You aren’t going to tell Mom are you?”
Tell Mom what? That I had walked in on Amy eating out my roommate? That I had found a big stash of porn and sex toys under my little sisters bed? That Amy had found me in her room masturbating to her lesbian porn?
“No, I’m not going to tell Mom anything.” I had stopped the DVD, and I was pulling my jeans back on. “I’m really sorry.” I added.
“You can borrow something if you want.” Said Amy “Just ask first, ok?”
I slunk out of her room, feeling lower than low. I hid in my own room most of the rest of the day. I finished masturbating, because my body demanded it, but it wasn’t fun. I felt that I had violated a trust between me and Amy. Why did I have to snoop? At dinner, Mom asked me why I was so quiet. I told her I was tired from midterms. Amy didn’t seem any different from usual: positive, polite, and perky.
The next day we did what has become our Thanksgiving tradition: in the afternoon we helped out at a homeless shelter; in the evening we rented a movie and ordered pizza. In spite of myself I had a good time.
After everyone had gone to bed, I tapped on Amy’s door. She answered, in her pajamas.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m really sorry” I said “I feel terrible.”
“It’s ok.” Amy said. “Really, it’s ok. It’s just embarrassing. Why don’t you come in for a minute?”
I closed the door after me, and sat down on the side of her bed. “Are you a lesbian?” I asked.
“Yes” she replied. “Are you?”
