For Laurie - A fellow lit author and horny twisted chic!
My eyes flew open as the alarm bellowed briefly. I slammed my hand on top of it, sending it thumping to the floor, and restoring quiet to the room. Before I could gather my thoughts, the silence was broken again, this time by the ringing phone. I felt the chill of the air on my arm as I reached out from under my warm covers and grabbed the receiver.
"Hello"
"Trish? It's Fred…Just letting you know the office will be closed today."
"Closed?"
"Yea, it's not worth it."
"What?"
"Have you looked outside yet? There's at least six inches of snow on the ground, and it's still falling!"
I sat up hesitantly and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the streets were deserted, and everything was white. The usual dark sky was bright with falling snow.
"I don't imagine we'd get much done today anyway, so enjoy the long weekend. I'll see you on Monday."
"Oh yea, sure. Thanks Fred."
"Don't thank me, thank the weather!"
"I will. Bye"
"Bye."
I hung up the phone, and nestled comfortably back into my warm bed.
I drifted in and out of deep sleep until about 9:30, and decided it was time to get up. I rolled myself out of bed, stretched and got up, wrapping myself in a robe and heading to the kitchen, stopping only to turn up the heat.
I sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee and leafing through a gossip rag, enjoying the quiet of my unexpected snow day. With absolutely nothing planned, and nothing to get done, I just basked in the thought of the relaxing weekend ahead of me.
I yawned as I got up to stretch, and decided that a nice hot bath was what I needed as the chill of the air tickled my skin. I hadn't yet bothered to turn on any lights in the house, and the dim quiet kept me in a lethargic state.
I lit some candles in the bathroom as the tub filled with hot water, and stripped off my clothes. I took a brief second to critique my appearance in the mirror, and finally settled into the warm water.
My naked body soaking the hot water felt heavenly. I closed my eyes, and soon enough my mind began to wander. Before long, my mind settled on thoughts of sex. Knowing that I had nothing but time to myself, I let myself give in. After all, it had been so long since I've had the time to indulge in my sexuality, alone or otherwise.
My hands caressed my naked body, slowly teasing my erogenous zones, as my mind and body anticipated the pleasure to come. I was in no rush, and enjoyed the gentle teasing of my fingers on my body as my mind wove a collage of sexual fantasies. My breathing was slow and steady, and every muscle in my body was relaxed as I slowly reached my state of sexual meditation. It had been so long since I had the time to treat myself to this kind of sexual pleasure. I knew that once I really got started, it would be sometime before I finished, and the bath would get cold long before. I drained the tub and dried off. I didn't bother to re dress or even wrap myself in a towel as I headed back to my bedroom and got back into my warm bed.
I thought briefly of a former lover. The one who taught me about true pleasure. I thought back to the times we'd spent together, hours and days we spent just being together, naked in each others arms, surrounded by sexual energy, racing through our bodies, trading pleasure like I've never known before or since.
I was once again lost in my thoughts when the phone rang again. I quickly snapped out of my trance and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Trish?" I recognized immediately that it was my sister Sara, but I couldn't understand why she was calling.
"Hey, what's up?" I thought that I sounded a bit annoyed that I was being disturbed, but she didn't seem to notice.
"I'm so glad I got you. I got snowed in at school and I can't get my car out to get home. Can I come to you for a little while?"
"Oh, I uh…"
"If I can't it's okay, I understand. I'll just stay here…"
"Of course you can come here, don't be silly. It's no problem at all. Work was cancelled so I'm here all day."
"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you…"
"You're not bothering me. Besides, what else would you do, sleep at school? You're always welcome here. Do you need a ride?"
"No, it's okay, I'll just walk. I'll see you in about 15 minutes."
"Okay sweetie, just walk in."
"Okay, bye Trish."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and sat back on my pillows taking a deep breath.
"So much for that." I said to myself. My pussy was tingling, and I was definitely in need of release. I thought about getting myself off quickly before Sara arrived, but then I remembered I had the whole weekend in front of me. I decided to hold off, knowing that the end result would be that much better if I kept myself in anticipation.
Sara's school was just a few blocks away from me, and she would stop by from time to time, but she always called first. I don't know why, I guess that's just the way she is. We haven't seen each other for any length of time in while though, due to our busy schedules.
Sara is very quiet and shy, completely unlike the way I was when I was eighteen. I'm only four years older than her, but because of my life and my job I've had to mellow out considerably. She is a beautiful girl, but she's not the type to flaunt it, and I don't think we've ever talked about dating or sex or anything remotely close, so I don't know much about her personal life. She, in turn, doesn't know much about me either. It's not that I wouldn't tell her, but like I said, our conversations never took that turn.
I briefly wondered about her sexuality as I made my bed and covered myself with my robe. It occurred to me that she has never introduced me to anyone that may have been a potential lover, or even companion. Curious. I wondered if perhaps she was hiding something. Or could it be that she just wasn't interested? Could she still be a virgin? I'd never thought of it until now, and it peaked my curiosity. It was true that we never discussed this type of thing, but there was certainly no question as to my standing. She had, on occasion, met several of my boyfriends at the time. It wasn't until later that I discovered my interest in the same sex. I recalled how that left me confused for quite some time, until I was able to come to terms with my sexuality. I wondered if that sort of thing had a tendency to be hereditary.
I don't know why I was dwelling on these thoughts that had never before occurred to me. It was more than likely no doubt attributed to my own current state of arousal, but either way, I decided that I wanted to find out. I heard the door open and close, and I knew Sara had arrived. I called her name, and heard her making her way to the bedroom as I tightened my robe.
She walked to the doorway pressing her arms tightly to her chest. Her wet hair hung in ringlets from her knit cap against her face and over her shoulders. Her pale skin was flush, and her lips were quivering.
"Sara! Oh my God you're freezing! C'mon, let's get you warmed up."
I turned her around and steered her into the bathroom. I reached into the tub and turned on the hot water.
"Get your clothes off. The hot water will warm you up." I pulled at her jacket, and she started to undress.
"Get into the shower, and I'll make us some tea."
I took a towel from the closet, rested it on the sink top and closed the door. I started the water for the tea, and went back to retrieve Sara's clothes so I could put them in the dryer. I opened up the bathroom door and gathered her wet cold clothes. The cold made me shiver as I pressed the pile to my body.
I got into the basement and dropped the pile in front of the washing machine, and before I could turn the machine on, something caught my eye. I reached into the pile, pulling out a sexy black thong. I held it up, stretching it between my thumbs.
"I guess she's not so shy after all!" I said to myself. I don't know what made me do it, but I quickly brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled the light, familiar scent as it filled my nose. My body instantly tingled and my skin was covered in goose-bumps. I held it in for a second, then slowly exhaled as I dropped them into the washer. I picked up the rest of her things and put them in as well, except her jacket, which I hung on a line to dry. My pussy was tingling once again, and I hadn't even thought about the fact that it was my own sister's scent that made it happen.
I got back upstairs, and Sara was standing in the hallway, tightly wrapped in her towel.
"Trish, do you have anything…"
"Yea, hang on, I'll get something."
