What's the best way to start a story about what it's like to have sex with your younger "almost twin" sister? I thought about "It's like making love to yourself except you don't know in advance when the finger is going in." Or simply "When you have sex with your little sister, there's never a concern about where the relationship will go."
I think that would be click-bait writing though. It would just create the wrong tone.
What was important to know is that we were sisters that had grown up together in some pretty fucked up circumstances and that the ordeal had made us close. We weren't a one night stand. There was more to the relationship than just lust. We would never get married, buy a Suburu and get a Labrador like might happen after your standard lesbian hook-up, but there was a love there that was deep and had a history. No one would know her like I did ever. We cared for each other and we did our best to keep each other happy.
It might begin in the middle of the night, first feeling her spoon me, her young breasts pushing tight against my back and her body below conforming to the curve of my ass, then her reaching around with her hand and sliding in between my legs. Her kisses on the back of my neck soft and wet as she would find my button and touch it with a tenderness Daddy had no time for. I would reach back and find my way to her sex with my own hand, returning the pleasure and together we might spend minutes or hours exploring each other and providing the something more than just sex.
Other times the sex we had was more about horseplay or something like it. We spent a lot of time together and we were both pretty sexual beings. Sometimes we'd simply nip off into the woods and play with each other just for something to do or because one of us was stressed or just horny.
And because part of being such "close" sisters was providing the intimate grooming in intimate areas. There was always the opportunity to kick off some sex just doing our standard morning toilette. During those times we might further explore with our fingers and tongues, often laughing as we seemingly removed years of age from our nether regions as we scissored off the pubic hair that announced our womanhood.
And speaking of scissoring, we did this sometimes while whispering naughty, naughty nothings to each other as we spoke of the boys we knew at school, and our after school escapades in their cars and basements.
I'll never forget the night I shaved her pussy before the senior prom. Those are the memories that not everyone has about a sibling.
We had grown up together and we loved each other. We shared common experiences - good and bad - that spanned decades. We hadn't seen each other in a long while and yes, some things had changed, but that didn't change who we were - it just added a level of re-discovery and excitement to it all.
So after not seeing her for a long time, we spent the evening getting up to date on each others lives, but I don't think there had ever been a doubt how the evening would end.
I took her hand long enough to get up off the couch and follow her to my bedroom, I had a combination of joy of re-igniting our sexual relationship, the safety of knowing where we stood, and the anticipation of seeing what, exactly, my dear sister had gotten herself into over the last few years.
Patty had never had patience so once we hit the bedroom door, she was ready to go at it hot and heavy, but I wanted to take a closer look and just drink her in. I hadn't had sex with a woman in a long, long time, and our past playtimes together were before she had developed as a college athlete. My kid sister had really emerged as a physically fit, sultry seductress and I wanted the chance to appreciate what kind of woman had become.
Her blonde hair was shorter than she'd worn in high school. A stylish shag with a few spikes of longer hair left to flow across her neck as she moved. The mane gave her a wild look that was alluring and so full of life.
Her breasts - smaller than mine but as large as lemons with puppy nose prominence, stood pert on her chest and high above her flat belly with the pronounced muscles of a dedicated athlete. Her shoulders were wider than I remembered.
Her hips were lean, framing a shapely mound that featured a thin well manicured "landing strip" and legs below that were sturdy and powerful. I was amused to find that she had a very small hawks tattoo that sat to the lower right of her vagina where it might partially be seen were she wearing the smallest of bikini underwear.
(She told me later the landing strip and tattoo were a team thing and that every softball team member had one. Some lucky tattoo artist must have had a hell of a night doing that handiwork. I wondered later what kind of situations she must be getting into where sharing common pubic hair style would create an environment of teamwork.)
And oh goodness, those legs and that ass! Years of exercise had paid off. I really couldn't wait to bury myself in her -and I intended to get at that ass if she'd let me.
I wanted to kiss her so I did, sliding into her arms finding her lips with mine. Our tongues danced together and she shut her eyes to enjoy the experience as she always had.
Her hands traveled down my back and slid to my hips and then one hand down to my sex.
