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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 12

  • Posted on August 3, 2017 at 6:20 pm

By Purple Les

I woke up at five in the morning on Saturday ’cause I had to pee so bad. I went downstairs to the bathroom. When I came out I saw Mom at the kitchen table.

When I asked her why she was up so early she told me she had a busy day with Aunt Billie today. I asked her if we were going to have sex all day. Mom smiled and said that would be great, but that was not why they would be busy. She was already dressed.

“I’m going to the market early today, Angel.”

I asked if I could come too, and she told me to throw some clothes on, and that she would buy me breakfast.

We ate at the diner near the market. I had chocolate chip pancakes, hash-browns, orange juice, and scrambled eggs. Mom watched me eat while she had coffee. Then we walked to the market. We saw Mr. Tran and talked to him some, but he was pretty busy getting food for the restaurant.

“Carol, it is so nice of you to let the girls stay over today, we will have our hands full, thank you so much.”

I asked Mom what that was all about as we moved on.

“Listen, Katy, I have a sitter for you today.”

“Aw, Mom! I’m not a baby! Is Mary coming over? We can watch each other. You’ve left me home alone before.”

A whole lot of dirty sexy thoughts ran through my head, of things me and Mary could do without someone around. It made me tingle down there.

“I’ll be gone until this evening, that’s a lot different than leaving you for an hour or so. Your sitter came highly recommend to me. Mr. and Mrs. Tran have a wedding reception at the restaurant today, and the sitter is watching Mary and Lucy later this morning, too. I want you to be on your best behavior today, understand?”

“Yes. Can I go to the sheriff’s while you finish shopping?”

“Okay, if you put these bags in the truck on your way over there.”

I took the bags and put them in the pickup truck and then walked over to the sheriff’s office. I went inside and saw Sheriff Johnson.

“Howdy, Katy,” he said to me, “I’d like you to meet my deputy.”

“You have a deputy? Since when?”

“Since the state decided I needed one to help with the border patrol. Sandie! Come out here, please, and meet a citizen.”

A short, dark-skinned, dark-haired woman came out in a full police uniform. She was really pretty, and I liked her butt, her boobs were small though.

“Katy, this is Officer Sandra Sanchez. Sandie, this is Katy Watson, she’s a real crackerjack girl.”

Sheriff Johnson always called something or someone he really liked ‘crackerjack’. It made me feel good inside that he thought I was ‘crackerjack’.

“Nice to meet you, Katy,” said Officer Sanchez, and she shook my hand.

“Sandie, you take a walk around the market, and I’ll spell you in an hour or so,” said the sheriff.

“Okay, Chief,” Officer Sanchez said, and she put on her coat and hat and left. I liked her smile, and dark brown eyes.

I talked with the sheriff and watched TV. Ten minutes later Officer Sanchez was back and she had a man in handcuffs.

“Drunk and disorderly, Chief,” she said.

I saw it was Jason Links’ dad; he got drunk every weekend. He was a big man, almost as big as the sheriff. I was surprised officer Sanchez could bring him in alone.

The sheriff said, “Dang it, Links, you do your wife and kids no honor at all. Sanchez, put him in a cell and let him sleep it off. I’ll go patrol for awhile now, while you do a report on this.”

The sheriff left, and I asked Officer Sanchez how she brought Mr Links in. He always made a big fuss, and would start a fight.

“It’s no big deal, Katy, I was a marine for eight years. This is a walk in the park for me.”

Mom came in to pick me up, and I introduced her to Officer Sanchez. Just like grownups, they were like, “Oh nice to meet ya, call me Carol. Call me Sandie, blah, blah, blah.”

Then I was in the truck with Mom heading home. I asked Mom where her and Aunt Billie would be all day. I got a long silence. So I asked again. This time the subject was quickly changed to my grades at school, and why didn’t I study harder. So I didn’t ask anymore, afraid it would bring on a lecture about how I was wrecking the planet or something.

Then we were in the driveway. Mom turned the truck off, it always made me laugh the way she turned the motor off, but it kept running for a minute anyway. We got out. I handed her the groceries at the door and then came in the house. Mom put the food away and we heard the doorbell.

Aunt Billie was here. Her and Mom were talking while I watched TV. Mom would walk around the house looking in her purse, saying, “Okay, I have everything.” Then she would look at me and say “Be a good girl, Katy,” then look in her purse, and say “I have everything,” again and tell me to “Be a good girl,” again.

Mom must have done that over and over, for five minutes or more.

I asked Aunt Billie where they were going all day.

Her answer was, “It’s none of your business, Snoopy.”

The doorbell rang again. Aunt Billie got the door. I heard talking, then Mom came in the living room.

“Katy, this is Pam, she’ll be staying with you today.”

I didn’t look up from the TV.

“Yeah, okay, Mom.”

“Kathleen Anne! Come over here and meet her.”

I got off the couch, and walked over to her. I couldn’t believe this was the girl Mom was going to trust not only my life to, but Mary and Lucy besides.

The girl was skinny with cute little boobies. I could tell they were cute because she had on a tight purple sweatshirt. Her jeans were tight also and ripped at the knees and on her thigh too, on one side. She was a head taller than me, and looked sort of mean.

She had on purple lipstick, and her finger nails were purple too. She had shoulder length blonde hair, it was almost white, except the bottom of her hair, and half way up was, yeah, you guessed it, purple.

She had taken her boots off and her heavy socks were also purple. She had four purple peace symbol earrings, two on each earlobe. I bet if she could have, her eyes would be purple instead of blue.

Mom started walking around the house again, looking in her purse and saying “I have everything.”

Aunt Billie handed Pam a sheet of paper.

She said, “This is a list of what Katy should do, the numbers you can reach me at are at the bottom, along with the sheriff’s office, poison control, fire department, and the hospital.”

I thought Mom and Aunt Billie must have figured me and Pam would spend the day trying to kill each other.

Mom had her coat and boots on.

She said to Pam, “Thank you so much,” and to me she said, “Be a good girl, Katy. Do whatever Pam tells you.”

Mom kissed my forehead, hugged me hard, and said, “I love you, Angel. Be a good girl. Do what Pam tells you. Bye, see you tonight.”

She looked like she was going to cry. Then she said, “I’ll be in the car, Billie.” and went outside.

Aunt Billie said, “Bye,” to Pam, then she came over to me and kissed me on the mouth. Aunt Billie put her hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Be a good girl, Katy.”

Then I heard Aunt Billie’s car doors slam, the motor started and they were gone.

“I’m going to lay on the couch and watch TV for a while, Pam, I was up early.”

She said that was fine with her. She had a ton of homework to do.

I fell asleep. When I woke up it was 8:30, still early in the morning for me on a Saturday. I went in the kitchen and stared at Pam.

She looked up at me from her books that were spread all over the kitchen table. She picked up the list and looked at it.

“Okay, Katy, says here you need to sweep the floors and clean the bathroom. Get to it.”

When I finished I went back and stared at her some more till she picked up the list again without even looking at me.

“Now take a shower or bath, and put on clean clothes.” She looked up at me now. “Do you need help washing or dressing?”

I rolled my eyes at her and sighed. “I’m nine years old! Not some baby. I can do all that by myself.”

“Well then, get to it. You look younger than nine.”

I told her when my birthday was and she laughed and said, “So, you’re just nine, still a little squirt. If you need help, yell out to me, now get.”

I stuck my tongue out at her to show her I wasn’t a kid. Then I went to the bathroom. I decided to take a bubble bath. After that I went up to my room and put on clean jeans, and underwear, and a fresh checkered flannel shirt. Then I went to the kitchen to stare at Pam some more. She ignored me.

“So, nothing else on the list?”

“You’re supposed to finish your homework now.”

I got my books and sat across the table from her.

“So you like purple, I guess?” not feeling much like starting my homework.

“If you really want to know, it’s how I try to bring peace to the world.”

“Purple’s the color for death. Are you going to make the world peaceful by killing everyone?”

She put her hand over her mouth, but not before I saw her smile. “What I mean, Katy, is that people are so polarized. You know, red states, blue states. You mix red and blue together you get purple. It’s my way of saying something about unity. Besides, I like purple, and I still miss Prince.”

“Where did you find purple hair dye?”

“It’s beet juice. You put it in a bowl and then put the end of your hair in it. It went up farther than I thought it would.”

I did my homework and when I finished I stared at her some more. She looked over at me.

“Okay, Katy. So I look a little weird to you. Stop staring at me.”

“It’s not that, Pam. You look familiar to me.”

“Look, squirt, I’m thirteen. I’m in junior high school. You don’t know me.”

It was when she called me squirt again that it came to me.

“Hey, Pam. I think it was last year. You and two of your friends rubbed off in the girls’ room, and I did it with you, remember?”

She looked over at me with her mouth open. I could see she did remember.

She said, “Listen, kid, I hope we didn’t traumatize you or anything?”

“No. To be honest with you, it was the coolest thing that had ever happened to me up till then. I mean, seeing you guys rubbing your pussies, and doing it with you. It was so cool. I used to think about it all the time when I rubbed off.”

“Well, I’m glad you were okay with it. I felt a little guilty doing it with a little kid like you, but I’ll be honest too. It was really cool for me too. I’d never seen a kid doing anything like that. I thought it was hot.”

We smiled at each other.

“Um, now I’m sort of thinking, Pam. Maybe we could do that again. You know watch each other rub off. Or, you know, other stuff maybe. Can we?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “What do you mean, ‘other stuff’?”

“You know, like, maybe kiss, or get naked and lick each other. That kind of stuff. Don’t you do that with your friends?”

“You mean go down on each other? No, I don’t do that with my friends. The only thing I’ve ever done with them is rub off. I think it would be gross to lick their hairy pussies. Though I have to admit, when I saw your clean little bare pussy that time, I did think about kissing it. You … you’ve done stuff like that for real? Or you just talking big?”

“Honest, I’ve done it for real.”

“With who?”

“My cousin, she’s sixteen. And with a friend too.”

“You liked doing it?”

I couldn’t help but smile at her when I said, “I love doing it with girls I really like. I think I like you, Pam.”

I watched her face get all red. I got up and walked around the table to her. I felt all funny inside, big butterflies in my tummy. I put my hand on her shoulder.

“I’m supposed to do whatever you tell me to. I guess if you told me to kiss you, or get naked for you, or lick your pussy, I’d have to do it, wouldn’t I?”

“Uh, would you get me some water, please? My throat feels all dry suddenly.”

I got her a glass of water and put it on the table by her. She picked it up with two shaky hands and drank it.

“Listen, kid, I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not molesting you. I mean, that’s a hot offer, but we’d better not, okay?”

“Well, I think it’d be fun. You wouldn’t be molesting me. We’d just be fooling around. No one will ever know except us. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other rub off before.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to maybe just kiss a little bit. You really kiss? I mean, sexy like? I haven’t ever really kissed anyone, sexy like. This is too weird, Katy. You’re just a kid and I’m a teen, we shouldn’t.”

Sitting there, Pam was a little lower than me standing next to her. I moved a little bit in front of her, put my hands on her shoulders, and slowly moved my face down towards hers. I pressed my lips against hers for a moment and pulled back. I licked my lips.

“You taste like grapes,” I told her.

I couldn’t believe she giggled, “It’s my lipstick, squirt. It’s grape flavored. You like it?”

“Maybe, can I taste it again?”

Pam gave me a nice smile and said,“Sure, if you’d like to.”

I put my lips to hers again, longer this time.

“Um, I think I like it, let me taste it better.”

I sat down on her lap. Now I was looking up at her a little, she moved her face down toward me now, and we kissed again.

I opened my mouth a little, and moved my tongue against her lips and she pulled back.

“I just wanted a better taste, Pam, it’s okay.”

She moved her head back down and this time she opened her mouth a little, too.

I stuck my tongue in her mouth and moved it around. Then I sucked her tongue into my mouth and she started to move it around in my mouth.

While we kissed, I started to feel her boobies a little bit, her nipples got stiff, and she put her hand on my thigh, and moved it up and down. She did that till her hand came against my crotch. Then she broke the kiss.

“Wow, that’s hot, Katy. Maybe we better stop now.”

“Please, Pam, just a little bit more, okay?”

She sighed and said, “Okay, just a little bit more.”

We kissed for a long time.

This time when we stopped she said,“You’re serious, aren’t you? I mean, if I told you to undress, you’d really do it, wouldn’t you?”

“I sure would. Honest. You want me to?”

“We’d better not. We really better stop now.”

We looked at each other, and then we were kissing again. We got a little braver about feeling each other up, too.

When we broke the kiss again, I said, “Want me to strip for you, Pam? Or if you want to, take my clothes off me, that’s okay too. We can watch each other rub off. Or we could rub each other off. I’ll lick your pussy if you want. I’d like to. ‘Course you’d have to let me see it to do that.”

She started kissing me again.

We both jumped out of our skin when the doorbell rang.

Pam went, “Whew, saved by the bell! Please answer the door, Katy.”

Then she went to the kitchen sink and splashed cold water on her face.

It was Mary and Lucy with their mom, Mrs. Tran, at the door. They came in and Mary and Lucy took off their coats and boots while Mrs. Tran talked with Pam and introduced the girls to her. Then she was gone too.

I remembered how I’d been naked, and had sex with Mrs. Tran, Lucy, Aunt Billie, and my Mom, and I felt even more horny than I had already been. I felt sad I had to keep that a secret from Mary. I felt better knowing it wouldn’t always be like that though.

Pam said, “Okay, you girls, watch TV or play or something for awhile. I have to finish this homework. Then I’ll make us some lunch.”

I went with Mary and Lucy to the living room and started to flip through the channels on the TV. Lucy wandered back in to the kitchen.

Mary said to me, “Hey, Katy, maybe we can sneak up to your room later, and make out.”

Then she kissed me on the mouth, and I hugged her.

We heard Lucy talking in the kitchen.

“I’m five years old, Pam. Mary is ten. We share the same bedroom. I can ride a bike.”

Then it was quiet for a moment, then we heard Lucy giggling.

“This is my poochie, Pam. Me and Mary see each other’s poochies all the time.”

Me and Mary walked into the kitchen.

Lucy was standing on a kitchen chair. She had her pants and panties down around her ankles. She had her shirts up around her armpits. Then she turned on the chair so her back was to Pam.

“This is my behind,” which she started to shake back and forth from side to side, still giggling.

Pam’s mouth was wide open. “Hey, Mary! Can you get your little sister to pull her pants up, please? And see if you can get her to stop pulling them down.”

“The only way she won’t pull them down, is if she doesn’t have them on,” Mary said as she laughed. Then Mary put Lucy’s clothes back in place and lifted her off the chair.

“Come on, Lucy, watch TV with us. Your stories are on now.”

Actually, my stories were on, and we watched old black and white westerns. We mostly talked till some action on TV caught our attention. Mary asked if I minded letting Siobhan hang with us at school. I told her I was okay with it. That I liked her, even if she talked like a college professor or something. It was noon now. I went in the kitchen, washed my hands real good and made peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches for all of us. We all sat around the kitchen table eating and talking and then Mary helped me clean up the kitchen.

Pam said, “Just give me an hour or so to finish my homework, and I’ll keep you guys company, we can play a game or watch a movie or something.”

Now Lucy’s stories were really on. I groaned as Mary put on the PBS channel for her little sister. Lucy was on the floor watching the TV. Mary was on the couch next to me, and she started to kiss me with her sticky peanut butter lips. Our tongues were all over each other’s mouth, and I was getting super horny. We heard the closing song from the show, and I groaned again.

As the second chorus started Mary giggled and put her mouth near my ear and softly began to sing along, even using a little British accent like the kids who sang the song on the TV. Except she changed some of the words.

She went, “They’re two, they’re four, they’re six, they’re eight, let’s get naked, and masturbate. Rubbing off, sure feels great, with Mary and her friends….”

Then she moved her head away and sang very loudly, “… With Mary and her friendsssss!”

Lucy turned quickly and said very loudly, “No, no, no! It’s Thomas and his friends, not Mary.”

Mary laughed and said to her sister, “Well, I get naked with my friends, isn’t that more fun than what Thomas does with his friends?”

Then Mary grabbed the bottom of my shirts and pulled them off over my head. Now I was suddenly sitting there topless.

Lucy laughed and clapped her hands.

“Come on, Lucy! Help me get the rest of Katy’s clothes off.”

Mary was now behind me, her arms holding my arms behind me. Lucy jumped on the couch and undid my jeans. I struggled, but not very hard. The next thing I knew Lucy had my pants and panties pulled off and my socks too. I was bare naked.

Lucy started a sing song of “Katy’s naked,” and then loudly announced, “We see your poochie, Katy!”

I was sure Pam must have been able to hear, but she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t come in to see what was happening.

Then Mary stood up and shucked her clothes off. I couldn’t believe she’d just got naked like that, but she had. I hadn’t seen her naked since New Year’s. All she had on was her glasses. She ran a finger up and down her shiny slit, and then put it in her mouth. Then she took her wet finger and rubbed her nipples making them all stiff and shiny.

She said, “Now I’m gonna fuck you, Katy. You’re my wife, and I’m gonna fuck you.”

I thought she had gone crazy, she knew Pam was right in the kitchen, but she was acting like we were there alone. She got back on the couch, pushed my knees up to my shoulders and lay on top of me. She moved so her clit was right against mine. It sent shock waves through both of us. I don’t know if she had practiced with Lucy or just got lucky, but she really knew how to rub our clits together.

“You better stop, Mary. What if Pam comes in and sees us?”

Her answer was sort of like Sammie’s answer to me once when I asked her something similar.

“So what, if she does? I think I’d maybe like that.”

“Yeah, but.…”

Then everything felt so good, I didn’t care if the six o’clock news team suddenly came in and filmed us to show the whole world.

“I’m fucking you, Katy. Do you like it?”

I reached down and grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed them hard, trying to guide her on me.

“Yeah! Yeah! I like it! Fuck me, Mary.”

It was so weird, saying “fuck”. Having Mary rub her clit against mine. Being naked with her while her little sister watched us. Pam, the baby sitter, just in the other room, maybe about to walk in on us any second.

I had a come. The best part was Mary was still fucking me and I knew I would have another come in a moment, a real big one. I had got used to having a come and then one right after, that was even better than the first one.

We were kissing, and she would move her clit off mine then back on again. I broke the kiss, and squeezed her ass real hard with my hands and fingers. I looked up at the ceiling, but my eyes were closed tight.

“Fuck me, Mary! I’m coming!”

I heard Mary’s voice, “Yeah, me too!”

Mary was me, and I was Mary. We had gone inside each other somehow, and could feel each other’s pleasure. She was hot and heavy laying on me all of a sudden. My legs were now on top of the back of her legs. She had her head near my ear and was saying she loved me. I opened my eyes. My hands were moving up and down her back and I told her I loved her too.

I looked over and there was Lucy with her pants and panties pulled down rubbing her little girl pussy.

Standing near her was Pam. Her eyes were wide open, so was her mouth. Pam was looking back and forth between Mary, and me, and Lucy.

She said, “Holy shit! I can’t…. Oh, wow!”

Then she ran to the bathroom.

When Pam came back out she saw Mary on the floor, watching Mary’s now nude little sister sitting on my face.

Pam said, “I just.… Oh, my god … I.… No, holy shit!” and she ran back to the bathroom.

Pam came back again after awhile. This time Lucy was laying on top of me, resting. Mary was kneeling on the floor, kissing my ear, and rubbing her sister’s bare ass.

Pam stood looking at us.

“That was like … uh. This is the coolest thing I ever saw in my life. Uh, listen, Mary, your mom will be here to pick you up in a while. I need you guys to get dressed now, so she doesn’t know about this, okay.”

We did get dressed, but not right away.

Pam didn’t seem to mind looking at us bare naked.

Mary suggested Pam get naked too.

Pam said, “Listen, you guys. This never happened. Okay? You didn’t do this, and I didn’t see it.”

Pam watched us dress. We watched something on TV. It was about an hour later that Mrs. Tran picked up her daughters. She gave Pam a fifty dollar bill.

I asked if Mary could stay overnight. Mrs. Tran said no because my Mom wasn’t home to ask. Then they were gone.

It was getting dark, Pam heated some leftovers up for us and we ate in silence. After we cleaned up the kitchen she said we still had a lot of time before my Mom would be home.

“Do you want to watch a movie, or play a game, or something, Katy?”

I smiled at her, and said, “How about ‘or something’?”

Continue on to Chapter 13

 

One Sister’s Confession

  • Posted on August 3, 2017 at 12:16 pm

By Anne

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

I came across this site just a few weeks ago. Before that, I would have never even been remotely interested in what goes on here. Not that I’m not interested in sex, but I don’t spend all that much time thinking about it. If I had seen this kind of thing before, I would have just assumed everyone here to be lonely perverts who couldn’t get sex on their own, so they have to write about it. I would have never been interested in anything like this.

I came here by accident, but curiosity got the better of me, and I started to read some of the stories. Even as I’m writing this, I still can’t believe what I’m doing. I was almost appalled by the topics of stories as I scrolled through them, but given what I’m about to share, perhaps I was just surprised that I wasn’t alone in what I was thinking.

I guess this is actually what I was looking for, but it just wasn’t the forum I was expecting. Even as I read through all the stories, I still don’t see what the attraction is. Do people actually get off on this stuff? I mean, pictures and stuff I guess I understand, but this? It just seems a little weird to me that people sit in front of their computers, pleasuring themselves to this. I was also amazed at the number of stories written about this particular subject. I would have never imagined, in my wildest dreams, that there would be people out there who actually thought about this, let alone partake in it. A few weeks ago, I was in the popular opinion that incest was left to inbred hillbillies, and no normal person would even think about such a thing.

For days I scrolled through endless pay-sites and other perverted crap, trying to seek out advice on the subject, hoping that somewhere, somebody could help me, or us. The more disturbing images of young boys and girls with old men and women that I scrolled through, the more disgusted I got, until I came here. Days of looking at this stuff had me wondering what was on people’s minds.

So if this is so disturbing to me, what was I doing looking at it? I was looking for help, or advice, anything to justify what had happened, but all I got was staged pornography, until I found this site. Like I said, it wasn’t really what I was looking for, but at least it was real. I don’t mean the stories are real, but they were written by real people, and not somebody looking to make a quick buck on some poor slob’s perverted fantasies. The only real “saving grace” was the amount of people, men and women, who seemed to think about this kind of sex. At least it made me feel as if I wasn’t a freak.

Well, maybe I am, but at least I’m not alone, and somehow that makes me feel a little better. Then I got to thinking that maybe if I share my story, somehow that would help me feel as if what happened could be justified. I don’t think it will, but at this point I’m willing to try anything. I guess if you can’t beat ‘em…

Okay, so here goes…

It was a few weeks ago on a Friday night, and I didn’t feel like doing much of anything but vegging out on the couch. I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, only to find when I got to the couch, my sister obviously had the same idea.

My sister and I get along well, now that we’re older anyway. I guess that’s typical of sisters, and we’re really no exception to the natural order of things. At least we weren’t until that night. Anyway, we had no problem hanging out together, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for us to do so. We are both very social, and often run in the same circles of people. That’s not to say we’re always together, but you know what I’m saying. Basically we have, or had a very “normal” sibling relationship. Reading through some of these stories, people insinuate that there was always some sort of sexual tension or attraction between siblings growing up. I can safely say that was absolutely never the case with my sister and I. I mean, she’s a pretty girl, but she’s my sister, and I never would have ever thought of anything like that. The thought of it for either of us would have just been inconceivable, at the very least.

Anyway, we were both on the couch watching a movie. My head was at one end and hers at the other. We shared a big crochet blanket between us. She was wearing sweatpants, a shirt and socks, and her hair was pulled back in a clip, just in case that’s relevant. In other words, there was nothing remotely sexual about the situation. It was all pretty standard.

We hung out for a while, just watching the movie and being normal. Every now and again we would shift our positions, trying to remain comfortable, but basically my feet were behind her back, and hers in front of me. After a while our legs were kind of entangled together, but I was really too involved in the movie to even notice. Besides, it was still nothing that I would consider out of the ordinary, so I didn’t really give it any thought.

It was about an hour or so later that my attention was suddenly averted from the movie. I think I was somewhere between sleep when I realized that my foot was nuzzled tightly in my sister’s crotch, and hers in mine. This, of course was not intentional, and I don’t think that either of us had even realized it. The only thing that made me even realize it was the steady pressure on my toes. As my mind began to focus more on what was happening, I noticed the heat growing between her legs, and could have sworn that she was even a little wet. I also noticed that I was feeling the same way. I glanced in her direction, and I could see that her eyes were closed, confirming that she was most likely not aware of what was happening.

I could feel her womanhood through her clothes on my bare foot, and without giving it another thought, I tried to pull myself away from her. My toes curled as I tried to pull my foot out from between her closed legs, and pressed harder into her. At the same time. Her foot pressed harder into me. Her hips pushed forward into my foot, making it harder for me to get away from her. I glanced back at her face, and her expression hadn’t changed, leading me to believe she was asleep. The more I wiggled my foot, trying to free it from her grip, the harder she squeezed her legs together and pressed herself into me. I could actually feel her rubbing herself against my toes, and I could fell her pressing her foot into me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and at the same time, her foot was stimulating me as well. I had to stop this.

I tried to sit up so I could get better leverage to pull my foot from her grip, when she started intentionally wiggling her toes into my crotch. Her toe massaged my stiffening clitoris and sent a jolt through my body, causing me to grab onto her foot. I slid back into my original position, and to my dismay, I let out a small groan of approval as her toes continued to stimulate my clit.

Her hips were now moving steadily against my toes, and her foot was working on me, bringing me to orgasm. She began to moan, and it became obvious what was happening. I held her foot in my hand, originally intending to move it, but for some reason, I held her steady as her toes continued to massage me. I began to react to her probing toes, and returned the favor to her. She moaned loudly once again, and my head fell back on the arm of the couch. I was completely giving in to my impending orgasm. I felt my sister sit herself up slightly, and her foot job became more intentional on my aching clit. She grabbed on to my bare foot, sliding it higher on herself, moaning her approval as I must have made better contact to her. There was no doubt she was awake now, and I didn’t care. My orgasm was building, and It was too late to stop.

Our hips were pumping as we held each other’s foot against ourselves. We were both close to orgasm, and we wiggled our toes against one another, coaxing the inevitable. Suddenly, I could feel her pussy contracting against my foot. She let out this low, deep moan, and her body seemed to stop moving. I felt her muscles pounding against my foot as a rush of warm wetness soaked my toes.

Suddenly, my own orgasm gripped my body, and I felt as if I couldn’t speak. I had never experienced anything so powerful, and if I had the ability to reason at that moment, I may have been scared at the complete lack of control over my own body. I could feel this warm gush of fluids emerge from between my legs, and my whole body shook. I could feel myself being jostled around as my sister’s spastic movements shook my body. It was unlike anything I could have ever imagined as my body convulsed with pleasure. I’m still not sure of what it was exactly that I had experienced. This was unlike any orgasm I’ve ever felt. My body was locked up, as though I was being electrocuted, as this immense pleasure coursed through me. It lasted for several minutes, and felt as though it would never end. One after the other, this intense pounding pleasure gripped my body, until it finally vanished, leaving my whole body twitching uncontrollably. Even after it passed, I still felt as if it wasn’t finished, and I felt as though I was on the verge of yet another orgasm.

Our eyes never made contact as our bodies tried to recover from what we had experienced. I had almost forgotten that I wasn’t alone until my sister hurried passed me. I didn’t even feel her move away from me. My pussy still burned as though I needed release, and my fingers immediately went down my shorts. My shorts were absolutely soaked through, and it was as if a gallon of cum had escaped my body. Everything below my waist was soaked, and my fingers glided over my still throbbing clit with ease. It was so big and hard, and I never felt myself like that before. It was almost foreign to me, but I was too far gone to care. My fingers pressed against my swollen gland, and I immediately shook with another orgasm, this time returning me back to reality. My moans of pleasure turned to sobs as my eyes filled with tears. I lay on the couch with my hand down my pants, sobbing hysterically as the reality of what just happened ripped through my conscience.

I didn’t move for what seemed like hours as I cried hysterically at what just happened. Finally the shame of what I just did hit me, and I tried to get as far away from where it all happened as fast as I could. I somehow made my way to my room and fell on my bed. It was as though every bit of energy was drained from my body, and it took everything I had just to make the ten-foot walk to my room. I was numb, and I couldn’t feel any part of my body, except my swollen sex. It seemed as though everything was five-times bigger. I think I must have passed out as soon as I hit my pillow. The only comforting thought that went through my mind was that whatever guilt or shame I was feeling my sister was sure to be feeling too, and at least I wasn’t alone. I don’t know why that made me feel any better, but somehow it did.

The next few days, my sister and I avoided each other like the plague. There was no way I could face her, and I was sure she was feeling the same thing. I had so many things going through my head, that I couldn’t focus on just one of them long enough to sort them out. I was disgusted by our actions, and was sure that our relationship had been completely destroyed from that moment on. After all, there was no way we could face each other again.

The other thing that was disturbing me was how powerful my feelings were. Every time I thought of her, my stomach fluttered, and it terrified me. What did it mean? Was it nausea or elation? I kept reflecting on the feelings I had experienced, and how I never felt anything so powerful, so wonderful in my whole life. Was it just a freak thing, or was it my sister that caused them? I questioned my sexuality, and my feelings for my sister until I felt like I was on the brink of insanity. What scared me the most was that the only person who could understand, the only person who I could talk to about it was the one person I couldn’t bear to face. I actually had to laugh at the irony when that realization crashed onto me.

I knew I couldn’t let another day pass without facing up to what had gone on between us. I tried to rationalize the whole thing by diminishing what had happened. It was so stupid when I thought about what had actually happened, and I couldn’t believe that it was causing me so much distress. I wondered if my sister was even thinking any of this. Maybe to her it was no big deal, and I was agonizing over this all alone. I needed to know.

Just as I was getting up enough courage to seek her out, there was a knock at my door. I opened it up to find my sister there, looking down at the floor. It was almost disturbing to see her in the state that she was in. I had never once seen her like this, and it frightened me a little. She was my big sister still, but something was different, and I’m sure she sensed it too. Without a word I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room, closing the door behind her.

We just stood there without speaking for several minutes. She was still looking straight at the floor, holding her arms tightly around her body. Her normally beautiful hair hung straggled around her as she stared at her feet. She looked like I felt, and it was obvious that we had been thinking the exact same things.

I opened my mouth to speak, still unsure of what I was going to say when her body started to shake and I heard her sniff. It became apparent that she was crying. Just as I moved closer to her, she fell into me, sobbing hysterically. We held on to each other and cried. I hated to admit it, but it was probably the closest we’d ever been at that moment. Even though it was pain and confusion that we were both feeling, it was somehow beautiful. Her body was comforting next to mine, and as we cried together, it was as If we were helping each other. It made me feel as though everything was okay. At least, everything that had happened was okay. Now the only question was where we were going to go from here. I don’t think either one of us could have answered that question, or predicted the answer. We silently agreed to see where we wound up.

Her head rested on my shoulder, and mine on hers. I felt her warm tears soaking through my T-shirt, and it sent chills through my body. I suddenly became aware of her body pressed against mine. Our thin T-shirts were the only thing between us, and I could imagine her nakedness against mine, so much so that I could almost feel it. Something about that thought stirred something inside me.

She left my room without either one of us speaking a word, but somehow, I felt better, as I’m sure she did as well. We could just forget the whole thing ever happened, and maybe we could get away with that.

That night, I was in bed, watching television in my own room. I wasn’t really paying any attention to it, but I was too tired to do anything else. I wasn’t really thinking about anything, enjoying the rest my mind was getting after it had been in overdrive for the past few days. Just as I was dozing off, there was a knock at my door again. I called for whoever it was to come in. It was just my mother, seeing if everything was okay. Obviously mine and my sister’s recent behavior had not gone unnoticed by her, and she was trying to find out what was wrong. I told her that I just wasn’t feeling well. She mumbled something about my sister’s similar condition, and how there must be something going around. Obviously she had already questioned her and she gave my mom the same excuse. I knew that she was just trying to make sure everything was alright between us in her interest to keep harmony in the family. I assured her that we were okay, and she seemed to accept it. She asked if I wanted to join her and my father for dinner and maybe a movie, but I declined. Apparently, so had my sister. She told me to get some rest, and she’d see me later.

I heard them leave, and shortly after there was yet another knock at my door. It could only be one person, so I called for her to come in. She walked into my room and sat down at the foot of my bed. She asked about mom’s line of questioning, confirming to me that she had indeed received the same treatment. It really wasn’t important, but it was nice that we were talking, seemingly without any weirdness between us. At least I was drawing that conclusion until my sister changed the subject.

She lay herself next to me on the bed and put her hand on mine. I felt myself shake nervously at her touch. Kind of like when someone tells you to remain still, and you feel your body moving, just because you’re more aware of it. I held my breath, and avoided looking at her as she spoke. I was more aware of her body next to mine, and her hand touching mine that I wasn’t paying any attention to what she was saying. Suddenly, without warning, she kissed me. Not like a sisterly kiss, but an intimate kiss. Without thinking, as if it were a natural reaction, I kissed her back. It was passionate. Tender and loving, and probably the best kiss I had ever felt. Within minutes she was in my bed, and our hands were grabbing for each other, pulling clothes off as we kissed like two lovers.

It was almost as if I was dreaming as we touched and tasted each other. It was the first time that I had ever truly made love. Neither one of us had ever even considered sex with another woman before, but it happened naturally. We seemed to know exactly what to do, and it was the most perfect thing ever. There was no awkwardness, no shame or guilt, just love. It was incredible. We experienced sexual pleasures beyond what we had previously experienced. Whatever was happening between us was beyond anything I could have imagined, and after that night, there is no way we can ever go back to the way things were.

So that’s how I wound up here. I need to know where we are headed from here. How can this work? My sister is now my lover, and it’s the most intense thing I have ever experienced. So maybe we are sick and perverted, but we’re happy. I guess no one really has the answers, so we’ll just have to see where this goes. After writing this, I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter anyway, as long as we are together. I guess I should never judge anyone for what they are thinking, because you never know when you’ll find yourself in the same situation!

The End