"What's it like kissing another girl, Joan?"
It was the last thing the startled woman expected to be asked by her holier-than-thou sister at the breakfast table.
"How should I know?" she answered, trying to buy herself some time but knowing that her blushes were going a long way to repudiating any innocence she may have on the matter.
"Well, I overheard some gossip in the staff room and I began to wonder if it might be true."
Joan tried to busy herself making the coffee while wondering who had been talking about her and her most private secret.
"Why would you think such a think?" she asked her older sister.
"Well, thinking back, I've never seen you with a man."
"Iwe went to a convent school, Mary, and now we teach in one. There haven't been a lot of men in our lives."
"Be that as it may, I didn't really pay any attention to what they were saying at school until I saw you come home last night."
Now Joan's face really started to burn with embarrassment. She had been totally unaware that Mary was still awake when she came home last night. It had been late and all the lights were off so she had thought she was perfectly safe lingering in the car with her girlfriend. It had been such a wonderful evening back at the other woman's house and neither of them had wanted it to end at that point. They had obviously spent too long kissing in the car. If Mary had been shocked by what she saw, Joan wondered just how shocked she would have been if she had known the couple had spent the last few hours doing much more than just kissing and that they could still savour the taste of each other's pussy on their lips.
She had wanted to tell Mary for some time now but she had never managed to pluck up the courage to tell her older sister that she was gay. They had both grown up together and even went to the same convent school. While Mary was always seen as the good girl, eventually taking her vows and joining the Order when she finished school, Joan was definitely seen as the black sheep of the family, even though she went on to university, eventually training as a teacher.
When Mary had called her one day out of the blue and said she was leaving the convent Joan was stunned but also delighted and immediately offered her sister a room with her. That was a couple of years ago now and, with Joan's encouragement, Mary had also trained to be a teacher. Joan was more than happy to put in a good word for her with the Headmistress and soon they were both teaching at the same school.
They continued to live their own lives, however, Joan enjoying the best of the nightlife their city had to offer, while Mary stayed at home and watched TV. Now it seemed she had taken up spying on her sister as well as spending her time praying in her room, just as she had done when she was still in the convent.
Joan knew she could never expect her sister to understand the depths of her own depravity but maybe this was the time to take the plunge and explain how she had never been interested in finding a "good man," as their saintly mother had always wanted.
"You never really liked boys, did you?" prompted Mary, smiling at her sister, letting her know that she wasn't going to be disgusted.
Even so, Joan just gave a shrug and wondered if anyone else in the family held the same suspicions. For some reason her mind wandered back to the first time another girl had kissed her, really kissed her, and all the doubts of her teenage years had been swept away in an instant.
They had been at a party together and were walking home when her friend suddenly stopped walking and forced Joan to turn to face her. Joan wasn't too sure why the other girl had come to a halt but, when the other girl leaned in slightly towards her, she realised it was finally going to happen. She felt her girlfriend's hot breath on her face as she waited for Joan to close the distance between them.
The rest of the world seemed to disappear as her whole being now concentrated on the other girl. She smiled nervously and moved in, closing that tiny space between them, until their bodies were just touching. Joan tilted her head slightly and their lips finally met in a way that was much more sensual and passionate than any kiss with a boy had ever been.
She marvelled at how soft her girlfriend's lips were as they both explored forbidden territory and wondered if her own felt the same. Neither of them wanted that moment to end but both knew that, when it did, they would be forever changed.
And so it had proved for Joan. From that night on she had never been interested in boys, or men, and had resolved to fully embrace the lesbian lifestyle at university. What she would do once she moved back home was another matter.
But that was a long time ago and the more pressing issue was what was she going to tell her sister now? She looked across the table at her innocent, older sister, and knew they would both have to wait a long time for another moment like this one.
"I suppose I've known that I'm gay for a long time, Mary, but I just never knew how to tell you or anyone else. You're not going to tell our parents, are you?"
"Of course not, it's no-one's business but your own but I'd be surprised if they didn't already know."
This shocked Joan almost as much as her pious sister's acceptance of her sexuality.
"So, you're ok with it?" she asked, still fearful of the answer.
"Of course I am, silly. It's your life; you have to live it as you see fit. Now, this is supposed to be your birthday. How about we go shopping for your present then I treat you to lunch at somewhere fabulously expensive?"
"Sounds good to me, sis. Let's go."
With that the sisters hugged each other before returning to their individual bedrooms and their own, very individual thoughts. As they got dressed for a day shopping their chosen attire mirrored their own taste and experience. Joan chose a figure hugging white blouse and full length skirt. What the casual observer wouldn't notice, however, was the split on the back of her skirt which almost reached the tops of her thighs. If anyone did take a closer look they would be lucky enough to see that she had selected her favourite black thong and hold-up stockings. To complete her underwear she had chosen her black bra which matched her thong and was just as revealing as it simply pushed her full breasts up and out yet the cups barely covered her nipples.
Mary, on the other hand, was much more conservative. Without thinking she had reached for her familiar baggy jumper and baggy trousers, showing off none of the curves that many a priest had fantasised about when she was a nun. Beneath her conservative clothing she was just as unadventurous and wore one of her many plain white bras, large white cotton panties and plain black tights. She wondered why Joan was smiling when she came out of her bedroom but would never have understood if her younger sister had explained that Mary was wearing exactly what she had expected.
After a wonderful day shopping the two sisters were exhausted and decided to have a late lunch at their favourite restaurant. Mary wasn't used to drinking wine during the day and had never had more than two glasses at any one time in her whole life so, by the time their meal was finished and a full bottle of red had been consumed, she was feeling more than a little giddy. When Joan suggested they drop in on one of her favourite bars on the way home, the older woman thought it was a terrific idea.
Joan didn't deliberately set out to take her sister to a bar frequented primarily by women but that was where they went. Besides, she told herself, there will be straight people there too. And so it proved. When they found a table and ordered their drinks Mary didn't think there was anything strange about their surroundings. At first.
After another couple of drinks that she probably shouldn't have had the innocent woman began to notice that the majority of customers were women and that some of them were very familiar with each other. However, when, for the first time in her life she saw two women at the next table kissing passionately, she couldn't help but stare.
Joan had probably drank more than she intended too but she eventually noticed that her older sister was no longer listening to her endless chatter and turned to see what Mary was staring at. When one of the women at the neighbouring table began to run her hand up her partner's thigh, she decided that Mary wouldn't be able to cope with much more and hastily ushered her sister out.
Mary was quiet all the way home and Joan began to think that it had been a mistake to take her sister to the bar. Once home, they again returned to their own rooms to unpack their earlier purchases. Joan imagined that her sister would be on her knees praying for the two women she had been spying on earlier when she heard Mary asking her to come through to her room.
She steeled herself for a lecture on the immorality of what the women had been doing, and were about to do, but she was in for the shock of her life. Mary was waiting for her as soon as she opened the door and, all of a sudden, stepped forward and kissed her on the lips. Not a passionate kiss not a lover's kiss, just a kiss that lasted for no more than a few seconds.
Stunned, she could only look in disbelief at her pious sister.
"I wanted to see what all the fuss was about," Mary said in explanation.
