As kids, Bo and I sometimes liked to stay overnight in each other’s rooms. One of us would bring her mattress to the other’s room, and after going to bed, we’d stay up for an hour or two making up campfire stories. Sometimes we’d just talk about whatever went through our minds until we dozed off.
But our worlds became pretty different and we stopped doing sleepovers around when I was twelve. I started going through puberty and discovering sexuality while she was still a child. We weren’t as interested in each other’s lives as before, spending more time with friends our own age than with each other. Before, it had been pretty even. I don’t mean to say that we grew distant, not exactly. It wasn’t so much boredom with each other as it was the two of us getting to know other people. That’s what it felt like for me, at least, but I don’t think Bo would have described it very differently.
*****
I think I found her thong around March 2005. We’d recently turned fourteen and eleven. In April, after spring had already teased everyone for a week or two, our area got a cold spell and even some snow around the end of the month. My family turned up the heaters and we got ourselves snuggly and comfy. It was then that Bo suggested that we hadn’t done an overnighter in quite some time, and I agreed that we should have one, looking forward to an evening of giggling, silliness and catching up with each other.
We hauled her mattress, sheets and blankets into my room and put them next to my bed. We got into our pyjamas, brushed our teeth and were eager to go to bed, even though it was a Friday and only about 9pm, much to our parents’ surprise.
We had a nice time talking for an hour or two. Slowly, we got tired and the breaks in our conversation grew a little longer.
Eventually, Bo asked, “Hey, can I crawl in with you and snuggle? It feels like that would be great right now. You know, with the icky weather outside and everything. Plus, Max wasn’t really in the mood for cuddling today, so I’ve been missing out.” Sometimes our cat got moody and didn’t want to be picked up or held.
I laughed, saying, “Sure, crawl on in.”
I could hear Bo’s bed sheets moving in the dark. I made room for her, shuffling toward the wall, and held up the blanket for her to slip underneath. I felt her climb in, and immediately she snuggled up, lying on her side facing me and pressing herself close. I couldn’t help but smile at her sudden, resolute display of affection. I put my arm underneath her neck and held her, lying on my back.
She made strategic use of her position and planted a peck on my cheek, making me laugh again. I was also starting to grow really warm somewhere in my chest. It had been a long time since we’d been this affectionate with each other.
Bo started stroking my hair, and I could tell, even in the dark, that she was smiling contently, because she was so close. I responded by stroking her back with the arm I’d wrapped around her. For whatever reason, the closeness seemed to make it necessary to continue our conversation in a near whisper.
“I’m really happy that you’re my sister, Lisa,” Bo said.
“I’m really happy you’re my sister, too,” I said.
For a while we just lay there stroking each other, and that seemed to be the end of the night’s casual chat. We didn’t fall asleep for some time, however, and every once in awhile, one of us would shift slightly. Bo always stayed on her side and attached herself to me like glue. She kept giving me pecks on the cheek.
At some point, I became aware that aside from just being content with all the sisterly affection and getting cozy in a warm bed on a cold night, it also felt really nice to have my hands full of girl. A cute girl pressing herself to me, sticking as close as possible through my every movement, occasionally stroking my hair or kissing my cheek.
Fuck.
Fuck! Come on Lisa, it’s bad enough that you’re a lesbian, and that you masturbate, and sniff your sister’s panties, but now you’re thinking about Bo this way? Are you that desperate? She’s only eleven!
Some other organ told my brain to shut up for a while and I focused on enjoying all the sensations that I felt while snuggling with my sister. I could smell her hair. It smelled like shampoo and girl. Then there was the way our bodies were touching through the pyjamas we wore… the warmth of her skin, the gentle throb of her heartbeat, the caress of her breathing
Gazing into Bo’s happy face, I continued to stroke her back. She gave me yet another peck on the cheek. I laughed and said, “If I kiss you back, are you going to stop doing that? I wanna sleep.”
Bo said, “Okay.”
I didn’t even know why I’d asked. Maybe it was a defensive reaction because I felt uncomfortable with my sister kissing me, if only on the cheek. Beautiful as it was, it felt wrong — at least, it did as long as I was having these forbidden thoughts about her. Or maybe I wanted to give myself an excuse to kiss her back. Probably both.
I tried to turn on my side to face her, but as I moved away, she clung tightly, moving right along with me, not allowing even an inch of space to get between us. We were both giggling at how determined she was to stay glued to me.
“God’s sake!” I whispered. “You’re crazy, girl!”
She just laughed, refusing to yield in the slightest. Once I managed to turn onto my side, Bo wrapped her arm around me and pressed herself close, so we were chest to chest, belly to belly. She even placed one foot on my ankle. I kissed her on the cheek.
We just held each other, an unspoken challenge between us of who was going to make the first move to go back to a sleeping position. After five minutes or so, it became clear to me that it wasn’t going to be her, so I shuffled around in order to lie on my back. She stubbornly tried to stay stuck to me.
By the time I was done shifting myself around, Bo was half-lying on top of me with one arm draped across my chest, one leg placed over my legs and her head resting on my shoulder. I was way too uncomfortable — or more accurately put, way too comfortable. In fact, I was tingling all over with arousal.
I laughed, mainly to conceal my nervousness, and said, “Bo, I can’t sleep like this. You need to get off me, okay?”
She let out a mock sigh, but did roll onto her side of the bed. After a moment’s silence she said, “Can I still use your arm as a cushion? It feels really nice when you hold me.” I liked it too, so I said yes. Thankfully, I fell asleep pretty quickly.
*****
When I woke up with Bo still resting on my arm, I was determined that this was not going to be the last overnighter we shared that year. Or that month. Or that weekend.
I lay next to Bo, watching her sleep. I enjoyed gazing at her, and it only felt partially inappropriate. I was feeling very sisterly, too — whatever that meant.
Bo woke up not long after I did. Her first sign of waking was a drawn-out sigh as she lazily turned onto her side to face me. She put her head on my shoulder and stretched an arm across my chest.
“You awake?” I asked.
Bo took a few seconds to answer. “Kinda,” she said with a half-frown, eyes still closed. I giggled, but shut up.
We just lay there lazily for a while, not moving much. We weren’t in any hurry to leave the warmth and comfort of the blanket. After some fifteen minutes, Bo said, “I slept reeeally well next to you. Thanks for letting me do that.” She kissed me on the cheek, then scrambled out of bed.
I could get used to those kisses, I thought.
When Bo was out in the open, she looked at me in horror and dove onto her own mattress, kicking around wildly while trying to get herself under the blanket. When she had accomplished that, now completely out of view, she lay on her stomach, shivering.
After a few seconds, we both broke out in laughter.
“Is it that cold?” I asked.
“Come out and see for yourself. While you’re at it, you can turn up the radiator,” she ordered.
I laughed. “You’re closer!”
“Don’t. Care,” she said emphatically.
“You can probably reach it from your mattress!” I said.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then I saw her arm slowly extend from beneath the blanket. She almost made it to the dial, but not quite. She let her arm drop to the ground. “Nope,” she said hopelessly.
I let out a mock sigh, got up, padded over to the radiator and turned it up. I walked past Bo back to my bed; then, when I knew she couldn’t see me, hurled myself at her. I jumped so that my limbs landed around her, my torso hovering just above the Bo-shaped lump under the blanket. She shrieked loudly. I let myself drop and pinned her down.
“So you don’t wanna get up, huh?” I growled. She was laughing by now, struggling to get out.
“I do, I do!” she proclaimed, her efforts futile.
“What’s the code word…?” I demanded.
“I don’t know!” she cried, still struggling.
“Then you’re my prisoner.”
She suddenly stopped moving and lay still again. Then, in what she hoped was a surprise move, she gathered all her strength, trying to throw me off, but still no dice.
“Please lemme go!” she wailed.
“That’s not the code word,” I said.
“Wait, I know, I know!” Bo proclaimed. “But I need to whisper it into your ear.”
I put my face down next to hers, and she kissed me on the cheek again.
“That’ll do,” I said, freeing her.
*****
That Saturday night, we got ready for bed in the bathroom. We brushed our teeth together, but gave each other a moment of privacy to undress and put on our pyjamas. I think we started doing that when I was around ten, and I felt awkward about my body changing.
I went upstairs to my room first and got into bed. Then when Bo walked through my room to get to hers, I asked, “Wanna stay overnight again?”
“Sure!” Bo said happily. “I’ll go get the mattress.”
“Well, it’s still cold outside,” I said. “Wanna sleep in my bed again, and help keep me warm?”
“Okay,” she said, smiling. I smiled back, holding up the blanket for her. She crawled on in and immediately snuggled up to me. I played with her hair for a while, then kissed her on the forehead.
“That’s not a proper goodnight kiss,” she said, showing me how it actually worked by kissing me on the cheek. “Goodnight, Lisa.”
I smiled and kissed her back. “Goodnight, Bo.”
*****
The next night was Sunday. We had school the next day, which meant different bedtimes for us, so we ended up sleeping in our own rooms. Bo had a 9PM curfew, while I could stay up till twelve if I wanted to, and I usually did. I’d chat with online friends from the USA, for whom it was only early afternoon, or masturbate to porn. I’d gotten a PC for my birthday, so I didn’t have to use Mom’s anymore, but I had to be quiet when Bo was next door in her room.
The weekend after, I really wanted Bo to sleep in my room again, but I’d already started to be afraid of being found out. I didn’t want Bo to suspect that I had more than just sisterly feelings for her. I thought it might seem suspicious if I wanted to have her sleep over all the time, so I waited for her to ask me instead. She didn’t, and I cursed myself for pussyfooting. She didn’t ask the next two or three weekends either, but then one Friday in May, she sat down on my bed while I was at the computer.
“You wanna sleep over in my room tonight?” Bo said.
“Sure,” I said, trying and probably failing not to sound too giddy about the prospect.
“I know it’s not cold anymore, but you don’t need to bring your mattress if you don’t want to,” she said. Inside I cheered, happy about setting that precedent last time, but stayed cautious.
“Are you sure you want me crammed in there? Your bed’s smaller than mine. And it might get too hot eventually,” I said.
“I don’t think I care. If it gets all sweaty, you can still go get your mattress,” she said.
“Okay,” I said.
When we were ready for bed, I followed Bo to her room. She got into bed first, getting herself comfortable, then held up the blanket for me like I had done for her. She smiled, saying, “Get on in.” I was happy to do just that.
We talked about this and that, stuff that had happened since the last sleepover, swapping quotes from SpongeBob (Bo knew the dialogue from most episodes by heart), et cetera. As our conversation thinned, I lay facing her. I lifted her head to put my arm underneath her neck, and she turned to face me.
We just smiled at each other for a while until Bo gave me a peck on the cheek, then she moved back to smile again. God, I’ve missed those, I thought, and kissed her back.
We went back and forth for a while, with small breaks in between kisses spent smiling at each other. Then she said, “I didn’t think I could ever like you this much.” She was blushing.
“Yeah, same here,” I said.
After she kissed me once more, I gathered up all my courage, thinking, now or never.
I kissed her on the lips. Just a small peck, like those before. Only the destination was different. She gave me a surprised look.
“Hmm?” I asked, pretending that nothing had happened.
“You just kissed me on the lips,” Bo said.
“I guess,” I said.
“But we’re sisters,” she said.
“And?” I said.
“Sisters can’t do that,” she said.
“If you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again,” I said.
“That’s not the point,” she said.
“Hmm?” I asked, playing dumb.
“I liked it, but you’re my sister,” she said.
“I’m your sister, but you liked it,” I replied. She didn’t say anything to that, so I said, “If you liked it, then what’s the harm?” She still didn’t say anything, evidently thinking.
Finally, I said, “I’m sorry,” and gave her another peck on the cheek. “Do you still like me?”
“Of course, silly,” she replied with a smile, and kissed me back on the cheek. She closed her eyes, and that seemed to be the end of that conversation for the night. After a while, she fell asleep.
*****
I woke up the next morning with Bo still in my arms, as usual. I gazed at her beautiful face a few inches from mine and marveled at the sensations of being snuggled up to her, feeling her hair on my skin and the weight of her neck on my arm.
I was incredibly horny.
Bo was still sleeping. I managed to pull my arm out from underneath her without waking her up. I got up, walked into my room and closed the door. I got into my bed, slipped underneath the blanket, put my hand in my pyjamas and masturbated, trying not to make a sound.
After I came, I just lay there with a hand still down my pants, eyes closed with Bo’s image in my mind, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
Some twenty minutes later, Bo walked into my room. I thought that panicked movements might give me away, so I left my hand where it was, hidden by the blanket.
“Morning,” I said, smiling.
“Why did you leave?” Bo inquired.
“I just had to move and stretch a bit… you know, after cuddling all night. Your bed is kinda small for two,” I said. “I didn’t wanna wake you up, so I came over here.” I felt myself blush when I realized the unintended innuendo in what I’d just said, but of course Bo didn’t notice.
“Don’t do that again. I like waking up next to you, that’s part of the fun of sleeping over,” she said.
That’s gonna be pretty hard, I thought, feeling my pussy throb against my palm.
“Okay,” I said. Bo smiled.
“See you downstairs,” she said and left.
The second Bo closed the door, my fingers started moving again.
*****
We were in our own beds the next night when I heard Bo calling from her room.
“Lisa?”
“Yeah?” I replied.
She didn’t say anything else, so I got up and opened the door to her room. Bo was grinning, holding up her blanket. I grinned back, closed the door and crawled into bed with her. She snuggled up to me and our little game started again. Peck on the cheek. Smile at each other. Kiss back. Smile at each other.
I decided to try my luck again. I gave her a peck on the edge of her mouth; not really on the cheek, not really on the lips. She looked a little bemused, but didn’t say anything.
Her next peck went on my forehead. I decided to play, giving her a peck near her ear. She giggled and kissed me on the nose.
My next one was fully on her lips. Just a small peck like all the others, but I went for it decidedly, going for maximum sound effect, too. Smack!
Her eyes widened with surprise. “Lisa!” she gasped.
“Hmm?” I smiled.
“You can’t do that,” she said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because we’re sisters.” She said it slowly, as if I had forgotten about our recent conversation and needed to be reminded, like a little child.
“Why are all the other spots okay, but that one isn’t?” I asked — not annoyed, just curious.
That had her thinking. “Only lovers kiss each other on the lips,” she said eventually.
“But you liked it, right?” I asked.
Bo thought about it. “Yes.”
“Then why can’t I kiss you there? Why should only lovers enjoy those?” I asked.
Again, Bo pondered for a moment. “Besides, we’re both girls, right?” she said.
I felt a sting somewhere in my chest. Girls can be lovers, too, I thought. But that wasn’t going to help my case, so instead, I smiled.
“We sure are,” I said. Bo smiled back and gave me a peck on the lips herself.
“Did it hurt?” I teased, grinning at her.
“Shut uuup,” she said, blushing.
I ruffled her hair, and she giggled. We fell asleep soon after.
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