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Unexpected Delights, Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 17, 2017 at 4:48 pm

By No One

Chloe sat on the couch, eyes intent on the TV screen, game controller held tightly in her hands. Next to her, her best friend Alex was equally concentrated on the game. After all, it was a very serious duel; video game pride was at stake. On the screen, their chosen characters were squaring off — punching, kicking, and performing all sorts of crazy moves.

Alex had already won the first round, but Chloe wasn’t going to let her get away with it; she had the upper hand this time. Her character jumped over a projectile and kicked her opponent in the head, then proceeded to execute a series of attacks that made the screen flash and shake. In the end, Alex’s character was thrown back and fell to the ground, beaten.

“Oh yeah, that’s right! Not gonna go down so easy!” Chloe exclaimed, elbowing her friend.

“Uh-huh, we’ll see,” Alex said, unimpressed.

It was then that Chloe noticed that Alex’s older sister, Nettie, had entered the room. The teenager’s ever-changing hairstyle was a rather tame shaggy brown  mass today, though she had been known to wear everything from a pink pixie cut to a green mohawk in the past. Her small tank top in fact featured a skeleton with a mohawk – Chloe thought it was the mascot of some punk band. Her tiny camo shorts were so short, they barely covered more than panties would. A pair of spiked bracelets completed her outfit. She looked cool and badass. She looked really hot.

Chloe swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “H-hi,” she timidly greeted the newcomer, but received only a grunt in reply.

“Final round!” the video game announced. “Fight!”

It was suddenly much more difficult for Chloe to concentrate on the game. She couldn’t help stealing glances at Nettie, who had let herself fall into an armchair next to them and was fiddling with her phone.

Chloe had been fantasizing about the older girl for a few months now, and having her so close and looking sexy as hell was very distracting. In the game, she kept getting hit by attacks she should have easily blocked or dodged, and Alex eventually made short work of her.

“Ah-ha! I thought it wasn’t gonna be easy?” her friend said smugly in triumph.

“Yeah, yeah,” Chloe said, offering no excuse. She couldn’t exactly admit that she had been at an unfair disadvantage.

“Rematch?” Alex offered.

“Nah, not really feeling it. Play against the computer for a bit.”

“Psh, sore loser.” Alex rolled her eyes, but she did switch game modes.

Chloe leaned back into the couch, trying to get a good look at Nettie without being too obvious about it. The teenager was lazily sprawled into the armchair with one bare foot on the cushion and the other on the floor, a position that some would consider indecent for a young lady. Nettie was hardly ever ladylike, mind you, but Chloe liked that about her. She noted that the older girl’s tiny shorts were frayed at the bottom, and wondered if she had actually shortened them herself. Nettie’s small top kept riding up every time she shifted, offering tantalizing glimpses of her belly.

Chloe’s eyes drank in every detail. She was certain this outfit would make it into her late-night fantasies, when she lay under the covers, a hand between her legs, and imagined Nettie seducing her, kissing her, doing all manners of naughty things to her young body. She shivered at the thought, but firmly pushed the idea away. Now was definitely not a good time to be thinking this kind of thing.

She sighed, knowing her fantasies would never come true anyway. Nettie had just turned seventeen, there was no way she would be interested in a little twelve-year-old like her. They barely interacted at all — in fact, Nettie usually ignored her completely when she was over to play with Alex.

“What?” The annoyed voice abruptly pulled Chloe out of her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up to meet Nettie’s frown, and she realized with horror that she had been caught staring at the teenager’s body.

“Oh! N-nothing! Sorry!” she mumbled, hastily dropping her gaze to the floor, as if the carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. She felt her cheeks burn, and fervently hoped that Nettie had not noticed.

After a moment, she dared a quick glance at the older girl and, to her further embarrassment, found Nettie still staring in her direction. Her disapproval seemed to have faded at least, and she instead looked… curious? Chloe wasn’t sure how to read her expression.

“Meh, beating the computer isn’t as fun as beating you,” Alex interrupted, oblivious to the situation, and apparently having triumphed over her computer opponent while Chloe was distracted. Bored of the video game, she turned it off, then asked, “Hey, you brought your swimsuit, right?”

Chloe was glad for the diversion. “Ya, got it right here,” she answered, patting the bag at her feet, while pointedly avoiding looking at the teenager again.

Alex and Nettie’s mother entered the room at that moment. She eyed her eldest daughter’s attire dubiously. “You’re not going out dressed like that, are you?” she asked warily.

Nettie raised an eyebrow. “Is that a dare?”

Her mother let out a resigned sigh and dropped the subject with a shake of her head. Instead she said, “All right, girls, I’m going out shopping for the afternoon. Alex, dear, your father will come pick you up at 4. Or that’s what he said anyway, but who knows with that man? Could be 3, could be 6.” She rolled her eyes, obviously not fond of her ex-husband’s sense of punctuality.

“‘Kay, mom. Can we go swimming?” Alex asked.

“Oh, honey, you know I don’t like you using the pool when I’m not home,” her mom replied, hesitating.

“Mom, come on, we’re old enough to swim by ourselves,” Alex pleaded. “And I’m a good swimmer, I never drowned even once,” she added with an innocent smile.

“It’s fine, I’ll watch them,” Nettie interrupted, surprising everyone.

“You will?” Her mother seemed thrown off by the offer. “Seriously though, you have to pay attention.”

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Mom, I’m not gonna let my sister drown.”

“Well… All right then,” her mom relented. It seemed that was settled.

While Alex was saying goodbye to her mother, who she wouldn’t see for a couple days while she was at her dad’s, Chloe decided to go change. Nettie passed her by in the corridor, smirked at her, then went into her own bedroom, opposite the bathroom.

What did that mean? Chloe wondered. She sighed, thinking that after the embarrassment earlier, the older girl probably was laughing at her, and thought she was silly, or creepy, or stupid, or all the above.

She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Examining herself in the mirror, she sighed again; there was no way Nettie would ever be interested in her. Her face was plain, she thought, and her glasses made her look nerdy. Well, she was a bit nerdy, she supposed, but still, she wished she didn’t have to look the part. She did rather like her straight brown hair, but it probably looked boring to a certain someone used to crazy punk hairstyles.

She got undressed, then fished her blue bikini out of her bag. She was happy that she had finally been allowed to get a bikini, though a modest one. Her mom was rather old-fashioned and had previously always insisted on one-piece swimsuits. It was a silly thing, taking such pride in wearing a two-piece, but it did make her feel more grown-up somehow.

She put on the bottoms, then looked at her back in the mirror to fasten the top. Turning around, she admired the result. She had to admit she liked what she saw. Her boobs had been growing rapidly lately — a fact she was very proud of — and she thought they filled out her top nicely. To an extent at least. It’s not like anyone would think she was all grown up, but still, she wasn’t a little girl any more. That made her smile.

Her smile faded a little when her eyes went down to her waist. She wasn’t chubby, exactly, but she could definitely be thinner. Alex and Nettie were skinnier for sure. Maybe I should go on a diet, she pondered sadly. She sighed, pushing the idea out of her mind for now, but resolved to give it some thought later.

Exiting the bathroom, she noticed that the door to Nettie’s room was ajar. On impulse, she glanced in as she passed by, then froze mid-step. In the room, the teenager, her back to the door, was taking off her tank top. She threw it carelessly on the bed, then began undoing her shorts.

Chloe’s eyes went wide, and her heart was racing. She knew that she really shouldn’t be standing there peeking. It was creepy behavior, and Nettie would be pissed if she caught her at it. Still, she couldn’t make herself look away.

She watched on as Nettie hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, wiggling her hips to help herself out of the tight garment. The clothes pooled at her feet and she kicked them away, now completely naked. Chloe felt an instant of panic as Nettie began to turn around, but thankfully the older girl stopped before coming face to face with her. Instead, she paused and stretched lazily, giving Chloe a full side-view of her nude body.

She was perfect. Her long fine legs, her shapely butt, her flat stomach, her small but perky boobs — Chloe wouldn’t change one thing about her. She watched on as the teenager went to her dresser and bent over to riffle through the clothes in the bottom drawer, giving her an amazing view of her ass and even a tiny glimpse of her sex.

Chloe swallowed hard. She was beginning to feel quite warm between her own thighs, and she was glad that getting into the pool would soon hide any unseemly wet spot. She imagined herself going into the room, feigning shock at finding Nettie nude in front of her. In her mind, the teenager wasn’t angry, instead she smiled, sat on the bed, and patted the spot next to her, inviting Chloe to come closer. It was far from the first time that she had fantasized about such a scene, but usually the real Nettie wasn’t right in front of her.

“Chloe, you ready?” she suddenly heard Alex call out from the living room. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and quickly sprang away from the door to avoid Nettie noticing her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here,” she answered as she joined up with her friend, trying her best to sound nonchalant. Inwardly, she was cursing the interruption.

“Hey, new bikini. Nice. Looks cute,” Alex remarked.

Chloe smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. Finally got my mom to get me this instead of a one-piece.”

Alex chuckled; she knew how Chloe’s mom could be. She was wearing a bikini as well — in fact, one argument that Chloe had used to convince her mom was that Alex had been allowed bikinis for years.

Chloe thought the light green fabric went well with her friend’s blond hair. She noticed with a bit of guilty pride that, unlike her own, Alex’s bikini top didn’t have much to hide, the girl still being rather flat-chested. She was certainly a pretty girl, and Chloe had to admit she looked good in her bikini, even though she didn’t usually think of Alex that way, since they had been best friends since kindergarten. There was also the fact that ever since she had discovered her sexual feelings towards girls, Chloe’s major crush had been Alex’s older sister.

Making their way outside, they sat on the edge of the in-ground pool, dipping their feet in the water. It was a hot midsummer day, and the water felt really nice. Obediently waiting for Nettie before getting all the way into the pool, they turned their heads towards the door when they heard the older girl come out.

Chloe couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping at the sight. The teenager was wearing a thin, black, strapless bikini top with narrow horizontal stripes cut off in the middle to show off her cleavage. Similarly, the bottom had an opaque section covering her private parts, supported by thin strands of fabric with holes in between. A pair of sunglasses completed her extremely sexy ensemble.

Even though Chloe had seen the girl entirely naked a few minutes ago, the display still got her blood pumping. There was something to be said for the sexiness of clothes that concealed as well as revealed, she decided.

Alex seemed quite surprised herself, her eyebrows trying their best to reach her hairline. “Uh, does Mom know you have a bikini like that?” she asked dubiously.

“No, and you won’t tell her,” Nettie replied bluntly.

“Hmm,” Alex remained noncommittal. “Dunno why you’d wear that anyway. Aren’t you gonna get set on fire out in the sun?” she said cheekily.

Nettie gave her sister a look over her sunglasses. “Do you want to use the pool or not?”

“Yes! Okay, okay, sun’s good,” Alex relented. “Vitamin C and all that.”

“Vitamin D,” Chloe corrected automatically, though her attention was still wholly focused on Nettie. She tried not to stare at the older girl, but it proved a difficult task, and the sunglasses made it hard to tell if she noticed Chloe looking at all.

Alex jumped into the pool, splashing everywhere. Chloe followed, a bit more cautiously.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your glasses?” Alex asked.

“Oh, um, no, it’s okay. I don’t think I’ll put my head under water,” Chloe said. She received a weird look in return. Of course, the main reason she wanted to keep her glasses on was so she could keep admiring Nettie’s body, but she didn’t really want to tell her friend that.

The younger girls started playing in the pool while the teenager lolled on a sun lounger, watching them — or so Chloe assumed, but Nettie could have simply fallen asleep, for all she knew. She had a nagging feeling, though, that the older girl was observing her from behind her sunglasses, maybe silently judging her.

It made her nervous, since she couldn’t keep from stealing glances at the teenager. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to ogle her crush’s near-nude body at her leisure. After a while, she did manage to relax and start enjoying herself, Nettie becoming more a pleasant distraction than a source of erotic tension.

About half an hour later, the girls were play-wrestling on a pool raft, trying to push each other into the water.

A male voice suddenly interrupted their duel. “Hey there, girls.” They turned to find Alex’s dad, who had just entered the backyard through the door in the fence.

“Oh, hi, Dad,” Alex greeted him. “You’re early.”

“Am I?” he wondered, then pulled out his cell phone to look at the time. “I guess I am! Ah, well, more time to spend with my little princess!”

Chloe wasn’t quite sure what time it was, but estimated that he was at least two hours early. She rolled her eyes, a bit annoyed at having their play time cut short.

The man turned to Nettie, raised an eyebrow at her indecent attire, but didn’t comment on it. Instead he said, “What about you, Antoinette, want to join us for a movie?”

Chloe cringed. Nettie hated being called by her full name. Her dad really should know better. The man had some sort of distant French ancestry, and had insisted on giving his daughters fancy, old-fashioned French names, even though he probably didn’t speak a word of the language himself. Alexandrine didn’t mind hers quite as much as her sister did, but she also preferred the shorter “Alex.”

Nettie slowly turned her head towards her father, lowered her sunglasses, and simply glared at him as a response.

“Nettie,” he amended with a sad smile.

She stared for a few seconds more, then pushed her shades back up. “No, I’m good here,” she finally said.

He looked a little disappointed, but seemed to take it in stride. He was probably used to the cold shoulder by now; the moody teenager didn’t get along that well with either parent, from what Chloe understood.

“Well, all right, just you and me then, kiddo. You ready?” he asked, turning back to his younger daughter.

“Yeah, I guess, um…” Alex said, hesitating. She gave Chloe an apologetic shrug. It seemed their fun in the pool had come to an abrupt end.

“You can stay a bit if you want, Chloe,” Nettie interrupted unexpectedly.

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. “O-oh, um,” she said, struggling for words through her surprise. Staying alone with Nettie — her heart was already beating faster at the thought. “O-okay, I guess I could,” she finally managed.

Alex eyed her sister suspiciously. “She’s acting weird,” she whispered.

“Kinda,” Chloe agreed. “Just being nice, I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird.”

Chloe chuckled and shrugged helplessly. She didn’t mind at all if Nettie wanted to be nice to her, weird or not. The two girls hugged and said their goodbyes, then Alex went inside to change before leaving with her dad.

Chloe decided to laze about on the inflatable raft for a bit, slowly rotating in the water. As she watched Nettie spin out of sight, she thought about trying to strike up a conversation with the older girl. She had no idea what she could possibly say that would be of interest to her, though. She sighed, knowing she would probably never dare to speak up anyway.

As the raft turned back towards where Nettie had been lounging, she found the teenager standing on the edge of the pool instead, looking at her. Chloe sat up straight, startled, nearly falling into the pool in the process.

“I’ll be right back, don’t drown while I’m gone,” Nettie said, flashing her a smile before turning towards the house.

Chloe was surprised that the smile had seemed genuine, rather than mocking. She thought the older girl had a beautiful smile, that she should use it more often. Then again, she wouldn’t be Nettie if she smiled all the time. Chloe watched her walk away, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Does she always walk like that? she wondered.

A minute later, the teenager reappeared with some sort of bottle in hand. “Help me with this sunscreen, will you?” she said. “Wouldn’t want to ‘get set on fire.’”

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “H-help you?” she repeated, unsure if Nettie really meant what it sounded like.

“Yeah, it’s hard to put on my own back, right?” Nettie explained, demonstrating the difficulty by exaggeratedly trying to reach over her head.

Chloe giggled nervously. “Yeah, um, okay,” she said. Her heart rate kicked up another notch. Getting to touch Nettie’s bare skin, even just her back, sounded like heaven.

Dipping her feet in the water, she paddled the raft over to the pool ladder and climbed out. She had dried off in the sun and didn’t really want to get all wet again. At least not this way, she thought mischievously.

She joined up with Nettie, who was now lying face-down on the sun lounger. The older girl handed her the sunscreen bottle, and Chloe squeezed some into her palm. She admired the sight in front of her while rubbing her hands together.

The punk girl’s pale skin looked very inviting, and her bikini bottom, while not quite a thong, still showed off quite a bit of her butt. Chloe felt heat rise up in her that had nothing to do with the sun.

She took a deep breath, then gingerly started applying the sunscreen to Nettie’s upper back. Her skin was soft and smooth, just like she had always imagined in her fantasies.

“Hold on, it’ll be easier this way,” the teenager said, as she reached back and undid the clasp of her top, offering the whole of her bare back to Chloe’s eager hands.

Chloe’s eyes grew wide. It seemed like a silly thing — just a little more skin showing, no big deal, right? Somehow though, it felt like it made a big difference to the situation. Technically, Nettie wasn’t wearing her top anymore, she was just lying on it. If she turned just a little, Chloe would see her boobs.

She was getting butterflies in her tummy as she tentatively began to rub the sunscreen all over the teenager’s back, and fervently wished she could also rub it on her topless chest. If she peeked at Nettie’s side, she thought she could see a hint of the older girl’s breasts. She felt like a bit of a creep, thinking these thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. She desperately wanted to touch every inch of Nettie’s beautiful body.

Chloe tried to keep her thoughts focused on the other girl’s back, rubbing up, then down, and back up again. She wasn’t sure how long she was expected to do this — when she put sunscreen on her own body, she made it quick, but at this moment, she didn’t want the contact to end. She put more pressure into her movements, making sure the lotion was nicely applied — that was her excuse, at least.

“This is turning into a massage,” Nettie commented.

“Oh, err…” Chloe hesitated and stopped moving. Nettie didn’t sound unhappy, exactly, but she probably thought Chloe was being weird.

“It’s nice, keep going,” the teenager encouraged her.

Chloe let out a reassured sigh and resumed her movements. Emboldened by the girl’s implicit invitation, her manipulations turned into a full-on back rub. The teenager seemed to be enjoying it, too, judging by the little noises of contentment she was making.

The thought that she was making Nettie feel good filled Chloe with elation and excitement. Of course, this was just an innocent gesture — her private fantasies went much further — but still, this was the most sensual thing she had ever done in her young life. Chloe would take what she could get, especially from the girl of her dreams.

“Wanna do my legs too?” Nettie asked after a while.

Chloe swallowed. “S-sure,” she replied, trying not to sound too excited.

She moved closer to Nettie’s legs, squeezing some more sunscreen into her hands. Surely the teenager could have taken care of her legs herself, but Chloe certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to touch more of her lovely body.

She started rubbing Nettie’s legs at the ankles, slowly made her way up to her thighs, then back down again. All the while, her gaze kept being drawn to the older girl’s very noticeable butt, which her bikini did very little to conceal. It was very distracting. She ached to touch it, but didn’t dare go very far along Nettie’s upper thighs.

Her hands made their way back down to the teenager’s ankles, then climbed back up again for another pass. She was really enjoying the feel of Nettie’s smooth legs. As she reached the middle of her thighs, she wondered if she should try going further.

“A little higher,” Nettie suggested suddenly, as if reading her thoughts.

Encouraged, Chloe continued on until she reached the top of the other girl’s thighs, tantalizingly close to her inviting butt. “Like this?” she asked timidly.

“Just a bit more,” Nettie replied nonchalantly.

Chloe paused. There really was no space left to go higher without leaving her legs entirely. Surely Nettie wasn’t requesting a butt rub? She had asked, though.

Chloe hesitated a moment, then, heart in her throat, she tentatively inched higher, prepared to take her hands off at any moment if Nettie protested. There were no objections though, so she continued and soon found herself cupping the girl’s cheeks with both hands. They felt nicely firm.

Heart hammering, she froze, entirely unsure about how to proceed next, now that she had been allowed to do what she had thought would never happen. She saw Nettie shift and turn her head to look back at her, and immediately yanked her hands away, thinking she was in trouble.

The teenager merely smirked at her though, her eyes flashing over the sunglasses, leaving Chloe rather confused. Is she doing this just to embarrass me? she wondered, a little annoyed. Still, she couldn’t help thinking that Nettie’s smug smile was very sexy somehow.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good at that,” Nettie commented, before she suddenly turned over, shamelessly leaving her bikini top behind.

Chloe’s eyes opened wide as saucers as Nettie’s small, perky breasts were suddenly revealed to her. She had gotten a peek earlier, but having the nearly-naked teen up close and in front of her was quite a different experience. She didn’t know where to look. Though Chloe desperately wanted to drink in this lovely, sexy vision, modesty and embarrassment forced her to look at the ground. Her rebellious eyes then drifted back up on their own after a second for another yearning glance.

Nettie chuckled as she sat up. “So shy… it’s cute,” she said, before reaching out and lightly caressing Chloe’s cheek with a finger.

Chloe could only gape at the older girl, her mind a cloud of confusion. Was Nettie actually flirting with her? Was she just messing around? Mocking? She had no idea what was going on.

“You didn’t look so embarrassed while you were spying on me earlier, when I was changing,” the teenager added, that sexy smirk still on her lips.

Chloe gasped. “You saw me?”

“Sure. Got a big mirror in there, you know. I heard you coming out of the bathroom and saw you peeking in before I started getting naked,” Nettie explained.

Chloe winced, cursing herself for not noticing the mirror. Obviously, her attention had been elsewhere.

Then the rest of Nettie’s sentence sank in. “Wait, before…? You… did that on purpose?” she asked, still confused.

The teen girl chuckled. “Of course. I thought I caught you checking me out in the living room before. Wanted to make sure I was right about you,” she explained, grinning.

“Oh,” Chloe said simply, bewildered by the situation.

Nettie scooted closer, then reached out again, this time tracing the outline of Chloe’s ear with a finger before moving down to caress her cheek, then her neck and shoulder. “Did you enjoy the view?” she asked softly. Nettie’s other hand came up to cup one of her own bare breasts, emphasizing the kind of view she meant — as if Chloe needed a reminder.

Chloe swallowed hard. This had become very intense, very quickly. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. The proximity of the nearly naked teenager made it hard to breathe. Not trusting herself to speak, she merely nodded.

Nettie smiled, took off her sunglasses, and gave Chloe a flirtatious look. She leaned in close, their cheeks nearly touching. “Did it make you wet?” she whispered, lips brushing Chloe’s ear.

Chloe felt her face grow hot at the provocative question. It seemed too embarrassing to answer. At the same time, she didn’t feel like she could deny Nettie anything at that moment. Timidly, she nodded again.

“Mm, good,” the teenager said huskily. Flashing a wicked smile, she reached up to take hold of Chloe’s chin and, angling it down slightly towards her, brought their lips together.

Chloe froze, eyes wide. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Nettie was actually kissing her. Her first kiss, and it was with the person she had fantasized about for so long, who had seemed completely unapproachable. Even though she could feel the other girl’s soft, warm lips on hers, the situation still seemed entirely unreal.

It took her a few seconds to realize she should probably be reacting to the kiss. Tentatively, she closed her eyes, and tried to move her lips in response to Nettie’s. It took a moment to get used to the new experience but, guided wordlessly by her well-practiced partner, she ended up lost in the kiss. It was a delicious, sensual feeling that sent tingles through every inch of her body.

When their lips finally parted, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself meeting Nettie’s blue-grey gaze. As the reality of the situation sank in, a hundred questions jumbled up in her mind. It was a struggle to articulate any of them coherently. “W-why?” she ended up clumsily blurting out.

Nettie let out a surprised laugh. “‘Why?’ I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Chloe felt silly for putting the question so vaguely. “Well, um, yes,” she admitted. She had definitely wanted that, though she still couldn’t believe it had really happened. She felt like pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but didn’t want to look childish in front of Nettie. ”But, I mean, you… like me?” she finally asked.

The teenager laughed again. Clearly, Chloe was very amusing to her, though she hadn’t meant to be.

“Well, I’m not asking you to marry me, if that’s what you mean,” Nettie said, making Chloe giggle. “Just… I’m horny, and you’re cute and interested,” she explained simply, shrugging.

Chloe pondered this for a moment. It wasn’t a very romantic declaration, but of course she wouldn’t expect that kind of thing from Nettie. Was she even looking for romance herself? She wasn’t quite sure what she really wanted from the older girl. Her fantasies were certainly more erotic than affectionate, and besides, it felt strange to imagine Nettie as her actual girlfriend.

Still, it made her nervous to take the big step, to let herself go and actually “do it,” with another girl. The sight of the teenager’s body — her beautiful face, her perky breasts and stiff nipples, her flat belly — were doing a lot to relieve her uncertainty, though.

“You… really think I’m cute?” she asked hesitantly, feeling a little self-conscious standing in front of the gorgeous teen.

“Yeah,” Nettie replied, sounding a little surprised herself. “Looks like you’ve been growing into a little hottie right under my nose. Can’t believe I didn’t notice before.”

Nettie made a show of admiring Chloe’s body, making her blush. A thought seemed to cross her mind then, and she took on a pensive expression.

“So, do you and Alex…?” she asked after a moment, trailing off but raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Chloe frowned in confusion for an instant before she realized what Nettie was getting at. “Oh! No. We’re not, um… We don’t… fool around, or anything.”

Nettie nodded, as if that’s what she had expected. “Right. I would be pretty shocked if the little sis was into anything dirty,” she said, laughing. “So, was that your first kiss then?”

Chloe nodded shyly in response.

“Thought so. Hope you liked it. You do need some practice, though,” Nettie said, but with a wink to take the sting out of the comment. “But don’t worry, we’ll give you that,” she quickly added. Their eyes met, and the teenager’s sexy smirk reappeared on her lips.

She reached out to touch Chloe’s thigh, then started moving her hand up higher, fingers gliding over her skin. Reaching the young girl’s butt, she gave it a playful squeeze, receiving a startled giggle in response.

Nettie’s touch felt electric, sending currents of excitement flowing through Chloe’s body. She had never experienced anything quite like it; having someone caress your skin this way felt very different from touching yourself. She nervously wondered what it would be like if they went further.

Nettie’s hand continued its journey upwards, moving diagonally across Chloe’s hip and onto her belly, where it traced slow circles with a finger. It felt nice, but it also brought to mind the young girl’s insecurities about her appearance.

“I’m thinking of going on a diet,” she blurted out without thinking.

Nettie blinked at her in surprise, then frowned. “What? Why?”

Chloe shrugged uncomfortably. “Well, I just… I’m not very skinny, I guess…” she mumbled.

“What?” the teenager repeated, apparently very confused. “You look just fine, didn’t I just say? You don’t need a diet, that’s bullshit. You’re not fat at all.”

“Oh. Well, I just mean, like, you’re a lot skinnier,” Chloe hesitantly argued.

Nettie dismissed the comparison with a shrug. “Just a fast metabolism, or whatever they call it. I don’t try to be this thin, it just happens. Don’t buy into that shit they push on TV where everyone is super skinny. Nothing wrong with some curves. You look great, trust me.”

It sounded like advice Chloe’s mom might have given her — with a lot less swearing — but coming from Nettie, it did a lot more to reassure her. “Oh, well… okay,” she relented with a shy smile.

“And you do have nice curves,” Nettie said with an appreciative grin, leering pointedly at Chloe’s bikini top. “At your age I was flat as a board. Well, that hasn’t changed that much, I guess,” she added, looking down at her own small breasts.

“Oh no, I love your… um… boobs,” Chloe said, pausing mid-sentence to blush a little as she realized what she was saying.

Nettie gave her a flirty grin. “Like these, huh?” she asked, teasingly cupping the boobs in question.

Chloe nodded shyly.

“Well, you don’t have to just look,” the teenager continued.

Chloe swallowed. Did Nettie really just invite her to touch her breasts? She took a step closer to the teen girl, who was still sitting on the sun lounger. Lifting a hand, she hesitated. Was it really okay to do this?

“Still a shy little thing, huh? We’ll have to fix that,” Nettie teased. She took hold of Chloe’s hand and, looking into her eyes, pressed it against one of her breasts. She hissed in pleasure at the contact.

Eyes wide, Chloe gave Nettie’s breast a tentative squeeze. It was nice and firm, and she could feel the stiff nipple poking at her palm. She tried rolling it between two fingers, as she liked to do when playing with herself, and was rewarded with a little moan from the teenager.

She was quite pleased with herself for being able to give Nettie pleasure like this. Her own arousal kept climbing higher and higher, and as it did, her nervousness diminished. Already feeling a bit more confident, she brought up her free hand to play with Nettie’s other breast.

“Mm yeah, there you go,” the teenager purred. She leaned forward, pressing herself into Chloe’s hands, and lifted up her head. Eyes half-closed and lips parted, she paused an inch or two from Chloe’s mouth.

Chloe realized Nettie wanted her to initiate the kiss — a kiss she found she was hungry for as well. Barely hesitating, she pressed her lips to the other girl’s, and was soon lost again in that delicious shared intimacy. Her hands on Nettie’s chest continued their caresses and she soon had the girl moaning into her mouth.

A moment later, Chloe was surprised to feel Nettie’s tongue slipping between her lips, but  allowed her in readily. The teenager’s tongue playfully teased hers and lured her into a sort of sensual dance. Chloe thought this was called French kissing, but she’d had no idea until now how sexy and enjoyable it felt.

When their long kiss broke some time later, their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

“Mm, already much better. You’re a quick learner, I think. That’s good,” Nettie remarked.

Chloe giggled. “Maybe you’re a good teacher.”

“Damn straight I am,” Nettie agreed, before she leaned back a little to look at Chloe. “Now then, do I get to see your tits too?” she asked with a wicked smile.

Chloe’s eyes darted around the backyard nervously, suddenly very aware of how exposed they were. “Um, here?” she asked uncertainly.

“Nobody can see,” Nettie encouraged her, indicating the wooden fence that stretched all around the yard with one hand, touching her own bare breasts with the other. Clearly, she had no problem being topless out in the open.

Chloe was far less comfortable. There was a fence, sure, but it was possible that the neighbors could still spy on them through their second-story windows. She was now quite willing to let Nettie lead her into naughtiness, but maybe not in public. “Um, I dunno…” she hesitated.

Nettie gave her an indulgent smile as she got to her feet. “Okay, wanna go inside then?” she offered, to which Chloe nodded vigorously. Chuckling, the teenager started walking towards the house. “Might be best anyway, now I can make you scream even louder,” she added, with a sly backwards glance.

Heart still hammering, Chloe followed, wondering what Nettie had in store for her. That last comment sounded promising, but also rather intimidating. Nevertheless, she was way too turned on to stop. This was what she had yearned for all along, wasn’t it?

Chloe still had a hard time believing it was actually happening — that she was most likely about to have sex for the first time, and with the hot older girl of her fantasies— so this time, she did pinch herself. She wasn’t dreaming.

Continue on to Chapter 2
 

Nothing To Be Ashamed Of

  • Posted on June 17, 2017 at 12:29 pm

By Anne

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

“Hon, your father and I are leaving now. We left some money on the counter if you girls want to order a pizza or something later. Your sister and Jamie are in her room studying. Be good.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom, have fun.”

“Don’t stay up too late, we’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

After my parents left, I went upstairs to my room. On the way, I could hear my sister and her friend Jamie giggling in her room. Sometime later, I heard the front door open, and I knew that Jamie had left.

“Whatcha watchin’?” My sister asked as she burst through my door.

“Nothing, really. Did you guys get any studying done in there?”

“Not really. Jamie was on about her new boyfriend.”

I didn’t say anything and just stared at the television.

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Me either.” She flopped down next to me on my bed. “I’m bored.”

Again, I ignored her.

“Are you a virgin?”

“What?”

“Have you ever had sex before?”

“I know what a virgin is. Why are you asking me that?”

“Well, Jamie was telling me that she had sex with her boyfriend, and I didn’t want to seem as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“So, you told her you’re not a virgin.”

“Well, not exactly, but I didn’t tell her I was either. I mean, I’m almost 19, and I didn’t want to seem lame or something.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

“So, you’re still a virgin too.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, you’re not?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST FORGET IT! I’M SORRY I EVEN TRIED TO TALK TO YOU! NEVER MIND!”

She got up and stormed out of my room. I heard her slam the door to her bedroom, and turn the radio on loudly. I felt bad for dismissing her the way I had. I guess I just wasn’t used to talking to my sister about anything serious. I figured I should go and make things better.

I walked into her room and turned off the radio. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, and hugging her pillow.  “What do you want?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

“Well, you succeeded.”

“I know. Listen, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. You shouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“I don’t. Well, at least I didn’t until Jamie told me about her boyfriend, and I just wonder, I mean I want to know what it feels like.” I sat next to her on the bed, and she continued. “I’m probably the only eighteen-year-old virgin on the planet.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” I paused for a second, contemplating what I should say. “It hurts like hell.” Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.

“You’ve done it before?”

“Just once. And it hurt real bad. It wasn’t anything like I expected.”

“Who was it with?”

“Do you remember that guy John I went out with in high school?”

“The guy with the long hair that you met at Ashley’s party?”

“Yeah.”

Him?”

I nodded.

“Oh my god! He was foul! I can’t even believe that you even went out with that loser.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? He was just different, I guess. Besides, he was kind of cute.”

“Well, if you say so.”

“Alright, maybe not.” We both laughed.

“I can’t believe that you did it with him.”

“Believe me, I’d much rather have forgotten all about it. I wish it never even happened.”

“So, what did it feel like?”

“I told you, it hurt.”

“That’s it? It hurt? Jamie said it’s like the best feeling in the world.”

“Well, I mean some of it was nice, but mostly it was just, I don’t know, but it definitely wasn’t what I expected.”

“What did you like about it?”

“Well… I can’t believe we are talking about this. I don’t know. I liked when he kissed me. He kissed my breasts and…”

“And what?”

“Well, he… you know…”

“He went down on you?”

“Yeah.”

“What did it feel like?”

“It felt good, I guess.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

“No. He wasn’t really… I don’t know, it was kind of fast, and not really doing it right, I guess. Then he just wanted to stick it in me, and it just hurt from there on out.”

“So, you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Of course I have, just not from him.”

“So, with who?”

“With… well… no one… you know.”

“No. How?”

“Wait a minute. Are you telling me you’ve never… had an orgasm?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Haven’t you ever, you know, played with yourself?”

“Oh my god, you do that?”

“Oh my god, you don’t?”

“No. I mean I… Once It felt… well, I felt… I don’t know, and I touched it, but, I don’t know, I just felt stupid.”

“Oh sweetie. My god, you must be going crazy. There’s nothing to feel stupid about. Everybody does it.”

“Really?”

“Really. I can’t believe you’ve never done it. Don’t you ever think about sex?”

“Yes, all the time.”

“And doesn’t it get you horny?”

“I guess so. I mean, yeah.”

“Let me show you something.”

I walked over to her computer and turned it on. I got online and punched up a web site all about female masturbation. We scrolled through all the different sections. We got to a part of the site where different people would write in and describe their favorite methods. As we read through, I would comment on each one, telling her which ones I liked, and which ones to try.

After a while, I started to feel really comfortable with her. I know it sounds strange, her being my sister and all, but we never talked about this stuff before, obviously. I also noticed that the topic of conversation, and the stories of all these different women pleasuring themselves was getting me in the mood for a little “self love” of my own.

“I can’t believe you’ve done all these things!” She must have said that like ten times. “How about this one?”

“Yeah. I told you, I’ve read this before, and tried most of these things.”

She just laughed, and continued to scroll through the stories. I could tell she was intrigued by what she was reading, and judging by the way she was fidgeting in her seat, I think she was getting a little horny as well.

“Well, I think my work here is done.” I stood up to leave. “Have fun. Let me know if you get hungry; mom left money for pizza.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I thought I would go back to my room, so you could do your homework!” I laughed.

“Oh my god! I’m not gonna do this!”

“Why not? I think you probably should. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do. You’d better get to it or you might explode soon.”

“Very funny. I’m not doing this while you’re here.”

“Well, that’s why I’m leaving…”

“No, I mean… It’ll be weird. I mean, you’ll be in the next room, and you would know what I was doing, and I… That would be weird.”

“Would you rather I go downstairs then?”

“NO! It won’t make a difference if you walk to Alaska, you’d still know what I was doing.”

“Okay, well, suit yourself. I’ll be in my room, playing with myself!”

“SHUT UP! No, you won’t!”

“Why not? This whole conversation put me in the mood. And besides, I’ve just told you everything I do. I don’t think there’s anything to be ashamed of anymore.”

“So, you’re just gonna go in your room and masturbate, knowing I’m right here?”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. See, now you won’t know for sure, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of!” I laughed again and turned to walk out the door.

“Wait!” My sister got up, ran towards me and hugged me. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Let me know how it goes.”

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. Just as I was about to walk out the door she stopped me again. “Anne?”

I turned to face her.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

“I don’t know. Sex stuff, I guess.”

“Do you ever think about girls?”

“Sometimes, I guess. Why?”

“You do? Are you…?”

“No! I like guys! But I think about women sometimes too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Sometimes I’m a little curious to know what it would be like, I guess.”

She didn’t say anything, and I could tell she was thinking really hard.

“Whatever you think about when you do it is okay. It doesn’t make you weird or anything, and the best part is that it’s just for you to know. That’s why it’s a fantasy.”

“What about me?”

“What do you mean? What about you?”

“I mean… never mind. Forget it.”

“What? Tell me. What about you?”

“Do you ever think about… me?”

I didn’t know what to say. I surely didn’t see that one coming! And the truth was that I actually had thought about her before.

It was the first time I think I ever really admitted it to myself. Ever since last year, we were swimming together at some friends of our parents’ house. She looked pretty sexy in her bathing suit, and I even caught a few glimpses of her tits when her suit slipped down after diving in the pool. Ever since then, images of my sister would sneak their way into my thoughts when I was masturbating, and usually brought me over the edge, harder than ever. I just thought maybe it turned me on because it was something so wrong, and… I don’t know, “taboo.”

I had to face the fact that I did indeed think of her that way sometimes, and I hated myself for it. And to make matters worse, I realized that it was probably not just the topic of conversation that had me turned on so much that afternoon, but the fact that it was my sister who added to my sexual excitement.

I was lost in my thoughts.

“Never mind. That was a stupid question.”

Not really, I thought to myself. God, if she only knew! There was no way I could tell her. She’d probably think I was a freak… But… then why did she ask?

“Why?… I mean, why did you ask me that?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. It was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t! It’s just that… well, when you said you were gonna go do it, I thought about you… I mean, I thought about you doing it… and… it… well, it kind of… I don’t know… I’m sorry. Please, don’t think I’m weird, I couldn’t help it.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all. I guess it’s pretty normal. I mean, we just spent like two hours talking about stuff with each other, I’m sure the idea of it turned you on a little bit. It’s okay, you’re not weird.”

“So, thinking about my own sister while I play with myself wouldn’t be weird?”

“Okay, maybe it is, but then I guess we are both freaks.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you wouldn’t be alone in having those thoughts.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth that I felt my stomach jump. I thought my knees would give out and tumble me to the floor. I grabbed on to the door frame for support, and we both stood in silence for a good minute. “Well, I guess I’ll be in my room if you want me.” We both laughed out loud, and that eased the tension greatly. “Well, you know what I mean.” I turned to leave, but then stopped. “Unless…” I turned around to face my sister who was now sitting on the bed.

“What?”

I walked toward my sister and sat next to her on the bed. I slowly reached my hands up to my breasts, and started to pinch and squeeze my already stiff nipples through my T-shirt. I stared directly at her and watched as her eyes darted hurriedly across my chest. I quickly slid my shirt over my head, and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts bounce freely in front of her. After throwing the clothes on the floor, I resumed teasing my bare breasts.

Her mouth hung slightly open, her eyes finally settled on mine. She followed my lead, and her hands began clumsily stroking her breasts through her shirt.

I slid one hand down and began rubbing myself between my legs through my jeans. I was pressing hard through the thick denim, but was not getting the full effect. I stood up and quickly slid my jeans to the floor. I got back on the bed and knelt just a foot from my sister, naked except for my panties. I thrust my hips forward, arched my back slightly, and let my hands resume their previous positions on my body. I gasped slightly when my hand met my cotton-covered pussy.

My sister’s eyes were still rushing over my body, trying to see everything at once, as her hands, now more rapidly, fondled her breasts almost as if on their own. I could see a small dark spot growing on the cotton shorts between her legs.

I slowly brought my other hand down from my breasts and rolled my panties down, exposing the bare skin just above my pussy. I slid both hands down the front of my underwear, moaning at the familiar feeling of my own touch. I gently stroked my throbbing clit with one hand, as the other sought out my opening and gently slipped a finger inside me. My hips began to move back and forth in rhythm, my eyes never leaving my sister’s.

My mind was spinning with lust as I masturbated for my little sister, who was frozen in her place in front of me. She was obviously enjoying the show. My breasts pressed together between my arms, as my hands busily worked on my aching pussy.

“Take your clothes off and join me. I’ll show you what to do.”

She jumped when I spoke, and her stare moved away from me as if she was caught looking at something she shouldn’t have been.

“It’s okay, hurry.”

She moved slowly as if she were in a trance, and removed her shirt and bra. Her tits were magnificent. Soft and firm, with beautiful light pink nipples pointing straight out. They were at least a full c-cup, and shaped perfectly. She stretched her legs out in front of her, and slid off her shorts. Her feet briefly touched my legs, and we both jumped as if we had crossed over to something we shouldn’t have. She pulled her legs back quickly, and tucked her knees tightly into her chest.

“It’s okay, let me see.”

She slowly slid her legs back out, and let one clumsily slip off the bed. My heart raced as my eyes fell on her neatly shaved pussy. I almost came right there. I quickly pulled my hands out from between my legs and leaned towards her. I pulled her foot underneath me and rested my pussy against her toes. She tried to pull her foot away again, but I held it there until she gave in.

I grabbed her hand and put it over her pussy, and guiding it with my own, I began to slowly move it up and down. She gasped and twitched as her own fingers touched her clit for the first time. Her hand began to move on its own, and I let go.

In an almost curious manner, her other hand grabbed for my breast, and she began to squeeze lightly, and her touch sent shocks through my body. I flinched slightly, and she quickly pulled her hand away.

“It’s okay. You can touch me if you want.”

I grabbed her hand and placed in back on my tit, and her hand began to lovingly caress my nipple. The sensation was indescribable, and I immediately threw my hand back down my panties and started to rub my clit as fast as I could.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and the wet crackling of our fingers rushing over our pussies.

I was nearing my orgasm when I had noticed both my sister’s hands grabbing at my tits. Without thinking, I pulled her head towards me, guiding my tit into her mouth. Her lips clasped around my nipple, and sucked like a starving baby looking for milk. My other hand instinctively made its way between her legs, and sought out her clit. She screamed through a mouthful of my breasts when my fingers glided across her clit. It felt wonderful to touch another pussy.

She threw her arms around me and bucked her hips uncontrollably as I fingered us both to orgasm. I came first, and almost fell right on top of my sister, as my whole body felt like it would collapse from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. My sister came moments later. I held her close to me as her body shook and bucked under my touch. I whispered words of encouragement to her as she came, all the while never releasing my tit from her eager mouth. She finally collapsed in my arms and fell backwards, pulling me on top of her.

My natural instinct kicked in, and I put my lips to hers. She met me with no resistance, and soon our tongues were swirling around one another’s in a frenzy of lust.

Our kissing became more comfortable, more passionate. We began to lick and bite one another’s neck and ears, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. We were both obviously so caught up in the passion of the moment, that we never even had time to think that what we were doing was wrong in any way. We didn’t contemplate our actions, or the repercussions that we would most likely be faced with afterwards. We just let ourselves become consumed with the intense passion and lust filling us, and it was beautiful.

As our kissing grew more intense, we let our hands wander, and explored each other’s bodies. My hips were soon grinding against my sister’s, her hands pushing and pulling me across her bare pussy. She pulled at my panties, indicating to me to remove them. I lifted my ass in the air, and we both slid them down my legs and off. I slowly lowered myself back on top of her, and shivered as my bare pussy pressed down on her neatly trimmed mound. Our breasts mashed together as we both began grinding our hips into one another. Her hands grabbed firmly around my ass, pulling me into her, as she thrust her hips to meet mine.

We fucked hard for several minutes, but we both needed more. I worked my way down my sister’s body, until my lips were inches away from her swollen pussy. I could feel her shaking with anticipation as I teased her waiting pussy, gently running my tongue over her lips.

Momentarily unsure of myself, I gently explored every inch of her pussy with my fingers and tongue. I gently slid my finger inside her, as my tongue focused on her swollen clit. I tried to concentrate on how It would feel of she was doing the same thing to me. As she began to react, I knew I was doing something right, and I grew more confident and aggressive.

The taste of her pussy was intoxicating. I can remember thinking that I never knew how guys could ever do this to a girl, and how gross it must be, but now I understood. I couldn’t get enough of her. I removed my finger from inside her, and fucked her with my tongue, straining to get as deep as I could. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. I let my fingers slide across her clit, and she was soon bucking her hips and moaning loudly. I could feel her tighten around my mouth, and my tongue was soon bathing in a flood of her juice. I struggled to get every last drop, but her legs were soon clasping around my head, and she was pulling me away from her.

“Stop! I can’t take anymore!”

I knew she had become sensitive, and moved away from her begrudgingly.

She struggled to speak between gasps of air. Her chest was pounding into the air, and her head was rolling back and forth. She quickly placed her hand over her pussy as soon as I moved my head away.

“Oh my God, that was fucking awesome.” Her body tensed up, as her legs stretched out in front of her. “It still feels like you’re there.” She squealed as her body shook and she gasped for air.

I knelt beside her, stroking her arm in comfort, as she slowly began to settle down. I couldn’t help but feel proud of a job well done.

“That was amazing. I didn’t know anything could feel that good.” She spoke softly, and her voice was cracking.

“Me either,” I said, smiling.

“Not bad for my first time, I guess.”

She tried to sit up, but I put my hand on her chest and held her down. She didn’t resist.

“Let me do you.”

“There’ll be plenty of time later. Just relax.”

I lay beside her and pulled her close to me. She rolled into me, rested her head on my chest, and began to drift off to sleep. I gently stroked my clit until I came again, trying hard not to make a sound, and soon fell asleep myself.

I woke up a few hours later. The room was dark and I was alone. It took a few seconds for me to remember why I was there and what had happened earlier. As I thought about it, my stomach jumped, and I couldn’t help but smile. I picked my head up to see where my sister could have gone. I pulled myself out of the bed. My muscles ached. I didn’t bother to dress, as I headed out of the room looking to see where my sister could be.

The house was dark and quiet. I realized I was starving, and went to the kitchen to order a pizza. When I got there, I noticed that the money Mom left was missing. I really wanted to be mad at my sister, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to be upset, so I just shrugged it off, and decided to take a shower.

I had just got under the hot water when I heard the front door slam shut. A few minutes later, my sister walked into the bathroom.

“I got dinner. Hurry down before it gets cold.”

She shut the door before I could answer. I was a little put off by her abruptness, and wondered if she was regretting what had happened. As I washed up, I also wondered why I wasn’t. I thought that it was probably to be expected that we would feel ashamed about the things that happened, but I didn’t. On the contrary, I felt amazing, almost invigorated, and I started to feel that maybe she didn’t feel the same way. I hurried out of the shower, to find out.

As I opened the bathroom door, I heard my sister’s voice as if she was speaking to someone, and familiar giggles coming from the kitchen. I instantly felt a wave of relief wash over me as I recognized that she was with Jamie. Most likely, it was the reason for her abruptness. I quickly threw on some shorts and a shirt and headed downstairs.

“Hey, Anne. I went to get us some pizza, but Jamie talked me into Chinese.” She gave me a little smile, assuring me that everything was okay.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I invited myself along,” Jamie said.

“The more the merrier,” I said.

My sister quickly rolled her eyes in my direction to indicate that she had no choice in the matter. I had already figured that out for myself.

Jamie has been friends with my sister ever since they were young. She’s a nice girl, but she’s always been a little… pushy, shall we say? She’s the kind of girl who has always “been there and done that,” and knows everything about everything. Other than that, though, she’s okay.

I sat myself down and dug into a box of lo-mein, as we listened to Jamie go on, seemingly without breathing, about how her boyfriend stood her up that evening to go hang out with his friends. My sister and I pretended to be listening, as we exchanged smiles across the table. Jamie continued, not missing a detail, as I buried my foot in my sister’s crotch under the table, delighting in her obvious lack of comfort. She glared at me across the table, telling me with her eyes to cut it out, and I just smiled back at her with a mouth full of noodles.

“…And I would probably just forget about him, but he’s really good in bed. He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”

This seemed to catch our attention.

“Yeah? He’s that good?” I asked.

“Oh my God, he’s amazing!”

“Does he make you come every time?”

Anne!”

“What? She said he was amazing. I just wanted to know!”

“The other night I came like four times in a row!”

“Four times! Wow, that’s pretty good! How big is he?”

Jamie gestured with her hands to indicate he was about six or seven inches long.

“Not bad,” I said. “Why don’t you loan him to my sister, she could use a good man to fuck her. She’s still a virgin.”

“ANNE!”

“What?”

Jamie was silent for the first time since I’ve known her.

“I can’t believe you!”

I could tell my sister was mad, but not really. I think she also found it tough to get mad at me the way she used to.

“What? It’s no big deal!”

She didn’t say anything, and Jamie took it as an opportunity to jump in.

“You can fuck him if you want. I know he wouldn’t mind. He’s always asking me if you would be into having a threesome.”

“See, there you go.”

“Eeeew… are you serious? He wants to us to have a threesome?”

“Well, of course! He’s a guy! Every guy’s fantasy is to have two chicks at once.”

“She’s right about that, sis!”

“Well, I’m flattered, but I think I’ll pass,” said my sister.  “That would just be too weird.” I laughed so hard, I almost shot noodles out my nose. They both just stared at me. “Besides, I get all the sex I need.”

“I thought you were a virgin?” Jamie asked.

“Well, technically I guess, but I’m satisfied.”

“Playing with yourself in the bathroom doesn’t count, you know. Although it is fun!”

“I’m not talking about that. In fact I don’t do that either.”

“So then how are you satisfied? What, are you gonna tell me you’re a lesbo?” Jamie laughed to herself. My sister raised her eyebrows and shoveled some food into her mouth. “Oh, please! You are so full of shit! I’ve known you forever! I think I’d know if you were a lesbo! Who could you possibly be fucking that I wouldn’t know about? There’s no one we even know who would be into anything like that…”

“Well, if you must know, I fucked Anne just this afternoon, and it was awesome. My sister ate my pussy so good I almost passed out! As a matter of fact, I was planning on returning the favor after we ate.”

I was completely shocked! I couldn’t believe she just said that to her best friend, as if it was the most natural thing in the world!

“You’re fucked up!” Jamie said. “That’s just gross!’

My sister laughed. “You asked!”

“Oh, right! I’m supposed to believe you and your sister fuck each other!”

“First of all, she is not gross, and if you don’t believe me, ask her.”

She grabbed my foot, and I pulled away immediately, banging my knee hard on the table.

“She’s had her foot buried in my pussy for the past fifteen minutes, rubbing my clit with her toes! And I probably would have come if she kept it there!”

She reached under the table and grabbed my leg, almost pulling me out of my chair and stuffing my foot back into her crotch.

Jamie sat speechless once again, as it became obvious to her that my sister wasn’t lying. My sister just kept on eating as if nothing ever happened. I sat in disbelief, staring directly into my container of food, pretending as if nothing was happening. I couldn’t help but smile at the situation, and struggled to keep from laughing. Jamie just looked back and forth at both of us in disbelief, waiting for a sign that we were kidding.

“Oh, please. You are so full of shit! You actually almost had me believing you fuck your own sister!”

“Suit yourself. You don’t have to believe me.”

“Cut it out already! You’re grossing me out!”

No one spoke.

“Okay then. If I’m supposed to believe you and Anne are lovers, then prove it!” Jamie sat back with a knowing smirk on her face.

“I have nothing to prove to you. I don’t care if you believe me or not!”

“That’s what I thought!” Jamie said. “Now, cut it out.”

I looked up across the table at my sister and smiled, as Jamie went back to her food. My sister caught my eye and smiled. I quickly threw myself over the table and planted my lips firmly on my sister’s. We were soon making out, obviously swirling our tongues around one another’s, and putting on a hell of a show. My sister grabbed me firmly by the back of my head, as I reached across and gave her tits a firm squeeze with both my hands.

“Oh, my God!” Jamie said. We ignored her as she quickly jumped up from the table. “That’s fucking gross!”

My sister broke our kiss and turned to face Jamie. “I told you I wasn’t lying.”

Jamie stood there with her mouth open in disbelief.

“You should stick around, and we could have a threesome. I’m sure my sister won’t mind.”

“The more the merrier!” We both laughed.

“C’mon, Jamie. She’s amazing! Let her eat your pussy while I eat hers. It’ll be fun!”

Jamie ran out of the house so fast, we barely saw her go. We both laughed so hard we almost passed out.

“I can’t believe you told her all that!”

“Well, I didn’t expect her to actually believe it! And I really didn’t expect you to attack me! I was only bluffing!”

“So, what are we gonna do now? She’ll probably never talk to you again!”

“I’m not worried.”

“Well, what if she goes and tells all your friends.”

“She won’t. And besides, who’s really gonna believe her?”

“So, what do we do now?”

My sister smiled and pulled me into the living room by the hand and threw me on the couch. She pulled my shorts off, and my pussy buzzed with anticipation. She quickly spread my legs apart and dove her tongue into my pussy. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. She licked and sucked my clit until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed two fists of her hair, and my ass flew off the couch slamming into her mouth as I exploded hard. It felt as if her tongue was in my belly, working to get every last drop out of me.

I opened my eyes briefly, and caught a glimpse of Jamie out of the corner of my eye, standing behind my sister. Her eyes widened, and I noticed that her hand was down in her pants, furiously working between her legs. I pulled my sister’s head up from between my legs, and turned her around in Jamie’s direction.

“That’s so fucking hot… uuugh.” Jamie came, and fell down to her knees, as she continued to rub herself for all she was worth.

My sister and I got up and helped Jamie stand up. She looked at both of us, then smiled as we hurried upstairs to the bedroom.

The End