Practice Maes Perfect - a Prequel

I didn't know who else to call. I should have been able to handle this by myself. I was thirty years old, with a ten-year-old daughter and a nine-year-old son. I was a grown woman. I was mature. Or at least I thought I was. Now my husband of 11 years had decided he didn't love me anymore.

I had seen the signs long ago. After a whirl-wind teenage romance, he's swept me off my feet and to a Vegas wedding. The first couple of years were great and produced my wonderful daughter Karen and my son Colin. But it seemed like after the kids were born, Ken began to lose interest in sex, and in me. We rarely made love, and then it was usually so he could get off. I no longer orgasmed with his cock inside me. And Ken didn't care.

It was December, and Ken had decided to take the kids skiing in Colorado. He was always trying to show off his wealth, and perhaps buy their love. But I know the kids saw right through it, or maybe I just hoped they did.

Right before he left on that trip, we'd had an especially bad argument. The kids didn't see me, but I was a sobbing mess as they drove out of the driveway, gone for a week.

I couldn't call Mom. She hadn't wanted me to marry Ken in the first place. She said I was too young, and maybe she was right.

I thought of my younger sisters, Donna and Julie - the twins. They were 11 years younger than me and had left home to go to college and start new lives. I started to call Donna, the outgoing twin, but decided against it. I needed someone with a heart that I could pour mine out to.

Julie it was. The shy one. Or so I thought.

"Hey, what's up, Liz?" Julie said as she answered the phone. Caller ID must have tipped her off that it was me.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Home," she said. "Bored as usual. Winter break is no fun with Mom and Donna gone to see Grandma. Why?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to burden her with my problems. I was the older sister, after all.

"Liz, what's wrong?" Julie asked.

"Oh Julie!" I cried, letting the tears fall. "I just don't know what to do!"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Julie said. "Tell me. What's going on?"

"I don't want to lay this on you," I said between sobs.

"That's what sisters are for Liz. Now spill!"

"It's Ken. Fuck! I've held this in for so long and I haven't told anyone."

I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Liz, Liz," Julie said. "Tell me. What about Ken?"

"It's just ... we haven't been close for so long and now he's done it again and I just feel so alone."

Another bout of sobs overtook my body.

There was silence on the other end. When Julie spoke again, there was a seriousness in her tone that belied her young age.

"Liz, listen to me," she said. "I want you to come over. Now. You're what, an hour's drive away? Get in the car and come over. Get out of that place."

"What?" I said between tears.

"Look," Julie said. "I'm your little sister. I've always looked up to you. It's time that I do something for you, instead of you always looking out for me. Now get over here, girl!"

The finality in her tone finally got through to me. I knew I had to escape, at least for a while.

"Maybe for a bit," I said. "Clear my head, you know. Talk some things out. I haven't had anyone."

"I know," Julie said. "I know. Now you've got me. Text me when you're on your way, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Julie."

I hung up and packed a bag. It took a while because I kept stopping to cry. Eventually I got in the car and texted Julie.

It was indeed about an hour to our family home near Bel Air, California. I pulled into the driveway and Julie came out to greet me.

"Liz!" she called and ran up to me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly. "I'm so glad you came," she said, grabbing my small suitcase and leading me up the walk.

I hadn't realized how much Julie had matured. I'd see her and Donna at some holidays, however, Ken kept us away a lot, so I'd really lost touch. As I followed her, I noticed she'd let her auburn hair grow long, halfway down her back. She was taller too, my height of 5'5" or so. She was wearing a short blue dress, which barely covered her bum. It also showed off her athletic legs. Julie was the tennis star of the family. We were all sure she'd go pro and was already on the tennis team at UCLA.

"Please come on in!" Julie said, holding the door for me.

As she turned, I noticed her figure, which had grown appreciably since the last time I'd seen her. Her breasts were large, as big as my "D" cups. As she bent to pick up my bag I noticed lots of cleavage. I wondered if my shy little sister had finally begun to blossom!

I settled into my old room, which was now the guest room. As I gazed around, memories flooded back of the years I spent here, laying on my bed, dreaming of a happy life. Tears started flowing freely as I realized how few of those dreams had come true.

"Hey, Liz," Julie said, poking her head in the door.

"Sorry!" I said, wiping away the tears. "Lots of memories in here."

"I'm sure!" Julie said, coming in and sitting next to me, taking my hand in hers.

"Nothing to be sorry about!" she said. "Good memories, I hope."

"Oh yeah," I said, looking into her piercing blue eyes. "Good ones then. Not so much after."

"Do you feel ready to tell me?" Julie said, putting her other hand on top of mine.

I sighed. It was time to unburden myself.

"I forgave Ken when the first one happened. The first affair - with a co-worker."

"Wait," Julie interrupted. "Ken had an affair? I didn't know anything about this."

"No one did, not Mom and not even the kids," I said.

"You said 'the first one'."

I sighed again. "He had three actually."

"The son of a bitch!" Julie said, raising her voice.

"I know you think I should have left him then. But I couldn't. I guess it was partly my pride. Mom always said Ken was a cad. And partly for the kids. But now ..."

"He did it again?"

I nodded and devolved into another fit of sobs, tears falling off my eyes and onto the top of Julie's hand.

"He ... he promised," I said between sobs. "He said he'd never do that again. But he was lying!"

I leaned against Julie's shoulder and cried again. I was embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I'm supposed to be the strong older sister and here I am literally crying on your shoulder!"

We both laughed at that. It felt good and broke the tension.

We sat silently for a few minutes.

"So, what're you going to do?" Julie asked, finally.

I thought for a moment. "I have no idea. Maybe I just need to spend some quality time with my little sister, try to forget that asshole, and decide where I go from here."

"Sounds good," Julie said, standing. "Let's go for a swim. That'll be relaxing."

"A swim it is," I said.

I changed into my suit, a red two-piece bikini. Not too revealing since I didn't really have a husband that was interested in my body, but it did show off my figure to some extent.

Julie, on the other hand, was wearing a white bikini that was, well, sexy. Two narrow triangles of fabric covered her breasts, sort of, with lots of cleavage and even exposed the underside of her boobs. The bottoms consisted of a very small triangle of fabric tied with strings. The fabric was so thin that I thought I saw the outline of her labia.

This was not the sister I remembered.

"So ..." I said, sitting next to her at the edge of the pool and picking up the drink she'd poured for me. "You seem different."

"I do?" Julie said, sitting back on her hands, which caused her nipples to poke out from her suit top.

"Yeah," I said. "You've really grown. Matured. I mean, not just physically, though that's pretty obvious."

"You think?" she said, looking down at her chest.

"Uh, yeah!" I said. "You've turned into quite the beauty. And I wouldn't have thought you'd go for a suit like that. Not that I don't like it - I love it actually. Just ... something seems different."

"How so?" Julie asked, looking into my eyes.

"You seem so confident. So free. You're not shy anymore at all."

Julie looked out at the pool for a moment before turning back to face me. "I have changed a lot this year. I've done a lot of new things."

"You mean like the tennis team?" I said after taking a sip of the Margarita Julie had made.

Julie smiled slyly. "Not exactly that."

"Ooh!" I said, smiling back, which felt great. "Your love life?"

Julie hesitated. "Yeah, but I don't want my love life to make you feel bad."

"Oh!" I said. "Don't worry about that. I'd love to live vicariously through you and forget about my lack of a love life!"

"I, um, met someone on the tennis team actually." Julie said, searching my eyes for a reaction.

"A girl?" I asked, trying not to react at all.

Julie nodded her head. "Uh, huh. Ellie. Ellie's her name. We really hit it off. She's fun and outgoing and ... very beautiful."

"That's great!" I said. "I didn't know you were into girls, but, yay!"

"I didn't know I was either," Julie said. "Ellie kind of, well, I asked her to take my virginity."

She said this with an urgency at the end, like she was daring me to judge her or something. I thought for a second, my mind racing a bit.

"Was it wonderful?" I asked. "Being with a girl, being with Ellie?"

Julie seemed to relax her shoulders somewhat. "It really was, wonderful I mean. I never knew I could feel such things. She gave me my first orgasm."

So, that was what she was embarrassed about.

"I'll bet that was special," I said, putting my hand on her thigh.

"You have no idea!" Julie said, enthusiastically.

"I really don't," I said. "I've only ever been with Ken. I've never been with a girl."

"Oh," Julie said. "I didn't know."

We sat for a few moments in silence, both staring at the cool water.

"What's it like?" I asked, breaking the quiet, "being with a girl, I mean."

Julie looked up and said, "A woman's touch is fantastic. How she touches me and kisses me, and the things her fingers and tongue do to my pussy. I get wet thinking about it!"

"Wow!" I said.

"Am I being too forward? Sharing too much?"

"Not at all," I responded. "It truly sounds magical. I've always been curious about having sex with another woman, but it's probably not in the cards for me."

"And why not," Julie asked, putting her hand on mine.

"I'm not beautiful, like you," I said, a little tear starting to form in the corner of my eye.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Julie said, squeezing my hand. "I've been envious of your looks since forever!"

"But I'm, like, so much older. No girl would want me," I said, looking down at my feet dangling in the water.

"Liz," Julie said, lifting my chin to face her, "if you weren't my sister, I would be very attracted to you - who you are as a person and to your incredible body."

"Oh, don't be silly!" I said.

"I'm serious," Julie said. "Look at this body," she said, gently running her hand down my arm and just grazing my right breast. "You've kept your shape so well. Your boobs are phenomenal, you have an amazingly flat stomach, and gorgeous legs. Not to mention your face - those blue eyes, your full lips. Fuck! Why do I want to kiss you right now!"

"You're so silly!" I said, a bit flattered and flustered by her words. And I was having a strange feeling in my crotch, not something I'd expected, or felt for a long time. Was it arousal?

Instead of answering, Julie leaned over and gently placed her lips on mine. It was a gentle kiss, not sisterly, but not overtly sexual either. I was completely taken by surprise - both at the fact that my sister had just kissed me, and that I was reacting with pleasureful chills running all over me.

"Sorry!" Julie said, embarrassed. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I, uh," I started to say. "I just didn't expect that. But it felt, well, it felt good. Maybe too good."

"It did?" Julie said. "You aren't like, revolted?"

"Surprisingly, revolted is not the word I'd use," I said. "Um, turned on?"

"Really?" Julie said.

"But," I said, "you're my sister, like you said."

I wasn't sure what was going on at this point. My feelings were all jumbled up. I was getting aroused by my own sister kissing me. This couldn't be right. But I couldn't deny what my body was telling me.

"Maybe," Julie said tentatively. "Maybe I'm safe. I'm not going to betray you. Maybe that's why it's okay to have feelings like this for each other. Maybe its sisterly love taken to the next level?"

I looked in Julie's eyes, those beautiful eyes. They were so loving, so welcoming. I'd been without affection for so long that it felt wonderful to be wanted.

I glanced down and saw two things. The first were her nipples, sticking out even more through the thin fabric of her suit. The second was her crotch. Was that a wet patch right in the center?

"I, uh," I said. "I don't know what to do here, but I really want to kiss you back."

"Will you?" Julie asked.

Against my better judgment, I leaned over and kissed my sister. This time it was definitely not a sisterly kiss. I pressed in on her soft lips. They felt so warm and inviting. She reciprocated, putting her hand behind my neck and pulling me close.

We kept kissing, just lips, but moved back and forth, our heads tilting side to side. I felt thrilling feelings cascade around my body - feelings I had not felt in so many years that I'd figured they were gone forever.

"Wow!" I said as we broke off. "What just happened?"

"I don't know," Julie said, "but I loved it. It makes me feel so good, down there," she said, glancing down at a new expanding wet spot on her suit.

"You're ..." I said, "you're aroused?"

She looked up at me and nodded. "I hate to admit this, Liz, but I am getting fucking turned on and super wet thinking about you. I think maybe you are too?"

I was startled at this. I followed Julie's gaze down to my own crotch. Staining the middle of my suit was a large damp circle. I knew where it had come from. My pussy juices were flowing for the first time in a long time.

"I am," I said. "I'm not sure why, but I am totally aroused by you. What's happening here?"

"I don't want to question it," Julie said. "Whatever it is, I want to go with it. Is that terrible?"

I reached over and held her face in my hands. "Not terrible," I said. "Wonderful maybe?"

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time she pushed her tongue out gently to lick across my lips. I moaned and opened my mouth slightly. As our tongues touched each other, I felt like a shock of electricity pass through my body. My hips started moving back and forth on their own.

We broke off and I leaned back, a little out of breath.

"You're a good kisser, Liz," Julie said.

I laughed slightly. "Well, I've never kissed a woman before, or kissed one of my sisters like that before either!"

Julie laughed, and then had a more probing expression on her face. "Liz, I want to do something more with you, and I'm not sure how to ask."

"Just ask," I said, kind of hoping I knew what she wanted, and shocked that I wanted it too.

"Will you, um," she said, "will you make love to me?" she asked, a soft look of longing on her face.

"Even though we're sisters and not supposed to do stuff like that?" I said.

"Yes," Julie said seriously. "Especially because we're sisters. I want to give your body pleasure. I want you, Liz. I want you so bad it hurts!"

I felt like I was at a crossroads. My past was filled with loneliness, frustration, betrayal, and abandonment. This new path was potentially filled with pleasure and love. Though an untraveled road, I felt myself taking it, wanting it, wanting her - my beautiful sister.

"I want you too, Julie," I said. "I would love to make love to you!"

Julie came back in, and we kissed. This time I didn't hesitate at all. My tongue found hers and swirled around it, drinking in her sweet taste and the warm wetness of her mouth. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in. Our tongues traded mouths and lips and teeth. I felt Julie's hands on my shoulders, holding, caressing, moving up and down my bare arms. We made out like that for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes.

When we broke off, I watched Julie's fingers run across the sides of my breasts. I noticed my nipples were now standing erect. As her fingers got closer to them, I found myself willing her to touch me.

"Are you sure about this?" Julie asked, looking up at me and then down to my hardened tits.

"I want it more than anything," I said, grabbing her hand and moving it to my breast.

When her fingers grazed my right nipple, I practically jumped. No one had touched me there in so long I had forgotten what it felt like. There was a strong tingly sensation that went from my breast down to my crotch as she ran her finger back and forth.

"Oh!" I said reflexively.

"Feel okay?" Julie said.

"Very okay!" I said.

Julie brought up her other hand and gently squeezed both of my nipples at once.

"Ah!" I said, taking in a sharp breath.

My entire chest moved towards her hands as she pulled out on my tits and rotated her fingers. My hips also rose up slightly.

"Oh fuck!" I said. "No one's ever done that to me. I can't believe how good it feels all over!"

"Just wait," Julie said with a smile. "There's so much more."

"I want it all!" I said.

"Then let's go somewhere more private, like my room," Julie said.

I nodded and we got up out of the pool. As I stood, I noticed a line of liquid run down my leg. It wasn't pool water but my own juices. Julie noticed too.

"Looks like you're enjoying our sister time so far!" she said, looking at my leg.

"I know I shouldn't," I said. "But I am. Big time!"

Julie grabbed my hand, and we headed inside. As we walked, my mind was confused. I'd just let my own little sister touch my nipples in an overtly sexual way. Was I so desperate for love that I'd do something so taboo? Or was there something else going on here?

As we entered her room, it seemed as if Julie saw my hesitancy. "You know, we don't have to do this," she said, holding my waist with both hands.

I looked at this beauty before me - so kind and giving and desirous. At that moment it didn't matter that she was my sister. This was Julie, a woman I was just getting to know again, a woman who accepted me, loved me, wanted me.

"I'm so turned on right now that I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to," I said, holding her face in my hands. "But I don't want to stop."

This time when we kissed, our hands roamed freely. Julie grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me close, grinding her mound against mine. My hands went to her large breasts. Her suit top was so small that my fingers found her tits instantly. I felt her bumpy areola and her hard nipples, also covered in little bumps.

"Oh, yeah!" Julie moaned as I squeezed and pulled on her nipples as she'd done to me.

There was a fire in my crotch. I felt heat and wetness and a strong desire to move and to touch myself.

Julie let go of my ass and moved her hand to my crotch. When she ran her hand up my slit, I felt those urges increase, except I wanted Julie to touch me.

"Take me, Julie," I said. "I want you!"

"I feel the same way," Julie said, reaching around behind and undoing my suit top.

I let the fabric fall away from my breasts and then pulled it over my head.

"Wow," Julie said, admiring my breasts. "Your nipples look so delicious. I want to taste them!"

"Ooh! Please do," I said, pulling her face to my chest.

Julie's tongue began to work magic on me, sucking, licking around my tits, biting them gently, suckling and flicking her tongue out. She alternated between nipples. I was getting so aroused that I almost felt like an orgasm was coming on.

I undid the ties holding my bottoms on and let them fall. I wanted Julie to see me, all of me.

She stepped back. "You're so incredibly beautiful," she said.