That night, we simply lay in bed together, just kissing and holding each other. Our naked bodies tangled together felt comfortable, as if we had just found something that we didn’t even know was missing until we’d found it. We let our hands explore each other, aquatinting ourselves with each other’s body and touch. The sight of our bodies together began to seem as if they belonged. It became difficult to tell who was who, and it almost didn’t matter. I was comfortable. I felt no shame or guilt or embarrassment. I came to realize my true feelings, and embrace them. I was in love with my sister. It became obvious that this was meant to be, and I didn't know it, or chose not to believe it until now. Valerie however, knew it all along, and never denied it to herself, just to me, out of fear that I wouldn’t accept it, and we would be forced apart forever.
As we connected, I could feel her. I felt what she had been feeling for years, and it hurt. It hurt to know that I could have unknowingly caused her so much pain. I imagined that I was healing her with my touch, mending her broken soul with each loving touch of my skin to hers.
There was nothing I couldn’t have shared with her at that moment, but there was no need. She already knew everything that she needed to. I knew that, because I felt it too. There was no need to speak, and no awkward urges to feel as if we should, as if years of isolation from each other had vanished, and we knew each other all along. We realized that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if we haven’t talked for almost eighteen years, or we spent most of our lives trying to get as far from each other as we could. We would never be able to escape this feeling. It was always there, and always would be, and all we had to do was acknowledge it, embrace it. We were a part of each other. We would have had to eventually. Sooner or later, this had to happen, because what we felt was bigger than both of us. We could have denied it forever, but sooner or later, this was bound to happen. There was no way we could have avoided it forever. I had never experienced such a feeling of freedom in my life.
I fell asleep in my sister’s arms. I never felt safer, stronger or more sure of anything than this. I dreamt vivid dreams about her. Dreams I had not experienced before, or at least before I could remember. They were familiar, as if I had been there before, but couldn’t remember. It was a strange place surrounding us with no clear distinction of where we were, but we were comfortable there. We felt safe. Maybe it was the place, or because we were together, but I never wanted to leave. As I slept, I was aware of her naked body against mine.
When we woke in the morning, we both knew that we had been to the same place, as if we were there together, in the same dream at the same time. It is something that has never happened before or since, but it was real. We stayed close to each other, and felt as if we never wanted to get up. We looked at each other lovingly, and shared a knowing smile.
I kissed her lips softly.
“Say something.” I whispered.
“What do you want me to say?”
“It doesn’t matter, I just want to hear your voice.”
“I woke up, and you’re here, next to me, with me. Promise me you will be her everyday when I wake up.”
“I will be. Everyday when you wake up, and every night when you go to sleep, I will be here.”
She kissed me softly and closed her eyes, resting her head against my shoulder. Her hands slowly slid across my skin, sending chills throughout my body. Down my arm, over my stomach to my breasts. I felt her fingers lightly gliding over my nipple, causing me to inhale sharply at her touch. Her eyes opened, and we kissed.
I slowly rolled her onto her back, and kissed her entire body. My tongue and lips explored every inch of her delicate skin. Her lips, her ears and neck, over her shoulders to her pink nipples. I took my time basking in the feel of her skin against mine. I worked my way down to her belly, down her legs to her ankles, feet and toes, and back up to her sweet center. She was already wet and open to me, and I let my tongue explore every part of her, spending extra time in the places she responded to best. She was the sweetest fruit I’d ever tasted ,and I could have stayed there forever. I licked her from top to bottom, from the soft skin above her womanhood, down to her little anus. Every bit of it as exhilarating as the last, until I finally settled on her clit. In seconds she was pressing herself against me, and I could feel her muscles contracting, and her juices flowed out of her. I tasted every bit of her, and it was heaven.
I had never imagined myself doing the things I was doing, but now that I had done them, I never wanted to stop. I never imagined anything could be so good, or that I would take so much pleasure from pleasing someone else. Hearing my sister’s cries of ecstasy urged me further, until she made me stop. I returned my lips to hers, kissing her passionately.
Finally, she did the same to me. I never felt anything so comforting and erotic as she bathed me in her loving kisses. Each time her lips touched me I quivered with excitement. I began to feel this odd sensation that I had never felt before. My stomach felt as though I was constantly falling, and I felt as if I were going to pee. It almost felt as if there was something ready to burst out of me. As Valerie’s tongue massaged the arch of my foot, I tried to tell her to stop, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly, as if she sensed what I was feeling, she dove herself between my legs. The pleasure was excruciating, and without warning, my body felt as though it exploded. The pleasure I felt was indescribable, and it was as if I had no control. I felt as though I was falling away, and Valerie’s touch was the only thing keeping me connected to where I was. It seemed as if it would never end, until I felt myself slowly beginning to return. I was again aware of my sister’s body against mine, her gentle hands brushing my hair from my face and her soft kisses on my neck.
We spent the rest of the day together. We had showered, and except for an occasional meal, we never left each other’s side, giving each other love and pleasure until we were too exhausted to continue.
Again, we slept together, as if we were one. When I woke in the morning, Val was still asleep. I watched her sleep peacefully for what seemed like hours. I was content just watching her, and, for the first time, began to notice how different she looked from me. Her beauty was intoxicating.
Finally, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled.
“What are you looking at?”
“You.”
She sat up on her elbows. “How long have you been awake?”
“I don’t know, about an hour.”
“Mom and dad are coming back today.”
“I know. I guess we should clean up a little.”
“Probably, but I don’t see any point in rushing.”
“What are we gonna do when they come back?”
“I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to figure something out. In the meantime, we should take advantage of the fact that we’re alone.”
“Oh yea? Well what did you have in mind?”
She leaned over and kissed me, making me shudder as her tongue wiggled around mine.
“Val, I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life then in the past two days.”
She put her hand between my legs. Her finger gently sinking between my lips, stroking my opening. I could feel myself getting wetter, and it was obvious she felt it too.
“It looks like you’ve got a little left in you.”
She continues rubbing me until I was thoroughly wet. Her finger gently pressed against my clit, causing my body to stiffen.
