Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2007 08:47:25 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Behind Sis' Shyness

I hung up the phone and waited for my sister to arrive at my apartment. We
had a long day ahead of us; we had to get her moved in and ready for college
next week. I was definitely looking forward to it; this was our first chance
to bond as sisters and maybe as friends instead of always competing with
each other. Mom and Dad had asked me to get an apartment for this reason -
so we could be roommates. I think they were all shocked when I said yes.

As far as personality goes, Chelsea and I couldn't be more different. She
just turned 18 a month earlier, and she was always so shy. She buried her
nose in books, had very few friends, and got by just because she did so well
in school. On the other hand, I was the social butterfly who had all kinds
of friends and loved to show off my body. If you saw the two of us in a
restaurant, I would be the flirty one who's laughing and cracking jokes
while I'm getting looks for wearing a bikini top in public. Chelsea, on the
other hand, looks down at her menu, avoids eye contact, and covers her
beautiful body in the kind of clothes I wouldn't be caught dead in - frumpy,
unattractive threads that no one should force themselves to wear.

That was going to be the first thing that changed. I had survived the year
in a dorm with a roommate who had a different guy over every night. I got my
first tattoo. My shining moment, though, was when I cam home for Spring
Break - with a new companion in tow. I'll never forget the look on Mom's
face after she asked me what his name was, and I corrected her - 'Her name.'
It was Jessica. That was how I told me parents I was a lesbian.

Jessica and I broke up over the summer, much to Mom's delight; they told me
then that Chelsea would be living with me, with the phrase 'to straighten
you out and help you find a good man' implied but never stated. I'm sure
that's what she thought. Good luck changing a girl who got a tattoo of two
interlocking 'female' symbols tattooed on her pussy.

Finally, the big moment arrived - 9 am sharp, Chelsea arrived. Predictably,
she came with everything I expected - a lecture from Mom accompanied by
absolutely no help from her moving in. Yes, Mom, I'll dress a little more
appropriately and make sure it's quiet enough for Chelsea to study...right
after I invite a wild girl named Brittany or Sparkle or something over to
have mind-blowing all-girl sex, the joys of which you will never know
because you're a prudish bitch.

We finally lost Mom and Dad by about 4, at which point it was our time to
hang out. I would have asked Chelsea what she enjoys doing for fun, but I
knew the answer to that - nothing. So I took charge and told my shy sister
what we were going to do - first I was taking her to my gym, then to dinner,
then to a movie, and then back to the apartment for a little sister chat.
Maybe later to someplace where we could 'check out the guys,' which she knew
didn't mean anything like that because, after all, she was in the room when
I told her I liked girls.

I got Chelsea dressed up in some of my workout clothes, which worked pretty
well from an aesthetic standpoint - she's a blond goddess like me, and she's
just a bit curvier and less toned than I am, so my size wasn't too far from
hers. Getting her out of those frumpy sweats, which she inexplicably wore in
August, and into something that showed off her body was a little more
tricky. I told it to her straight-out, though - I was about to give her the
confidence she needed. And come on; she might have been my sister, but at
the same time, she was a gorgeous blond in workout clothes. There's no way
in hell I'm not looking at that.

After fighting through the millionth frustrated sigh followed by,

'Come on, Laura; there's no way I'm going out looking like this,'

There were only so many times I could tell her she was a mega-hottie before
she gave up and went along with it. Finally, she came to the gym with me,
and I got to see her body in motion for the first time.

Chelsea and I both stand 5'10"; I'm a little jealous of her body, though.
She's a D cup with beauty she doesn't even have to try for; all I got was a
smallish C and ten hours a week in the gym. She was a little subconscious
that running made her breasts bounce too much; I explained to her that
they're supposed to bounce, and pretty soon, she just went with it. And
pretty soon after that, she got hit on. I was both a bit jealous and
incredibly proud of her - the first person to hit on my younger sister that
day was a tall, sexy, well-built, seemingly very nice...woman. I was beaming
with pride. Chelsea was somewhere between uncomfortable with it and defeated
that her lesbian sister got her hit on by a chick.

We showered up...separately, unfortunately; while I wasn't at all
uncomfortable with being seen naked, Chelsea was, so she asked me to make
sure no one else was around. Naturally, though, I did get a few looks at her
naked, soapy body - and I definitely liked what I saw. The passing thought
of, 'Damnit, Laura, this is your sister; stop checking her out!' passed my
mind and was, as always, overruled by my insatiable libido. I loved watching
her.

I didn't mind letting Chelsea see me naked, though I noticed she wasn't
looking. I think she took a quick peek - not sure if she was checking me out
or if she just wanted to see one of my tattoos or if my nipples were really
pierced (they are,) but either way I didn't mind. Being checked out by a hot
girl is always fine with me even if she is my sister, and she could look all
she wanted.

I got her something nice to wear, and she took right to it - jeans and a
tank top that showed off her killer body. I had on tight jeans and a bikini
top; I could at least say I got the nice ass in the family while she got the
nice rack.

After dinner, we grabbed a movie; I'd talk about it, but I was too busy
eyeing Chelsea - and I was pretty sure she knew it. Come on; I could sit
there and watch some dull women prattle on about this and that, or I could
watch my sexy sister's cleavage. I made my decision, and I was glad I did. I
got lucky - Chelsea wasn't really watching the movie, either, and she didn't
care one way or another what it was about.

My heart was racing. Was I actually hot for my own sister? I tried to make
idle chat in the car, and it seemed like she did, too; she was a bit
nervous, as was I. I don't think she knew just how lost in lust for her I
was. It took everything I had not to leap across the gearshift and ram my
tongue down her throat, tear her top off, and have my way with her.
Amazingly, I made it home without doing so, and we got into the apartment
and talked for the evening. I must have had incredible self-control, because
she just got hotter and sexier with every passing minute.

Chelsea headed off to bed, and I soon did the same, although not without my
nightly ritual - since I left for college, I started taking a liking to
lesbian porn, and I decided to watch a little on my computer. I put the
headphones on, and I followed my raging libido to a site dedicated to incest
- especially between sisters. I downloaded a video of two hot sisters - the
site said they were sisters, and they looked like it - and I stripped naked
and started rubbing my nipples. I couldn't get enough of this; these two
girls were so talented and so gorgeous that I had to stop myself from
climaxing because I loved watching it. It was a long video of these two
girls going at it, and I watched them tongue-wrestle for a good four minutes
of it before the younger girl went down on her older sister. I caught myself
moaning Chelsea's name a few times and calling her a naughty little
bitch...it didn't stop me from giving myself a very strong, body-shaking
orgasm that only sisters could give each other.

I calmed down a bit, checked my e-mail, and went to sleep, waking up just a
few minutes after Chelsea did. She stood outside my door asking me what we
needed to do today. I sat up to answer her, forgetting I was naked (I always
sleep naked, but I forgot about it) and she just smiled and came into my
room and sat down.

She asked me what I was trying to cover up - I never covered up before. I
didn't have an answer, but she didn't mind. Wait, when did my little sister
become the confident one?

Soon, I got my bearings, and she started stumbling over her words - it was
as I expected, but I got worried about the sudden change. Nonetheless, I was
definitely eyeing her; she wore the same tank top to bed that she had worn
the day before, and it showed off her cleavage very nicely - especially
since she was braless now.

She looked me in the eye and asked me what I was thinking when I told Mom
and Dad I was a lesbian. Honestly, I wasn't thinking; they had to know
sometime, and I thought they should find out from me sooner rather than
later. She said that Mom and Dad had always wondered why neither of us dated
in high school - they had their answer with me when they found out I liked
girls. They also told Chelsea that she should go out and date more and
overcome her shyness; after all, there was 'no way you're both lesbians.'

She laughed nervously as I awaited her next move, which I expected to be,

'I know you're just acting out, and there's no way you're really only into
girls. Come on; grow up and find a guy.'

She was, after all, there to try to get me to go straight. But Chelsea told
me she didn't quite know how to say what she was about to tell me, so she
just stumbled over it...

'Laura, you're the only one I've said anything to about this. Mom and Dad
were wrong. I'm a lesbian, too.'

I almost got up and did a victory dance; what restrained me was that I knew
there was no way my innocent sister was into incest like I was. Her
follow-up question was,

'What's it like to be with a girl?'

I told her everything - and I went into details of my sex life with Jessica,
who was a hell of a lover. I then went on to tell her that I was only single
because Jessica caught me cheating on her with a rock band drummer named
Blaze, who had big tits and twenty tattoos. Blaze, unfortunately, was
bisexual and agreed to stay faithful to her idiot boyfriend, so I was out of
a lover. I think she was liking Blaze and maybe could have seen herself with
Jessica. What I didn't expect came next.

Chelsea kissed me.

At first, it was a nice, easy kiss that could have been a mistake if I
didn't want it, but somehow, she knew I did, because she wrapped her arms
around my naked body and brought out her tongue. I did the same with her;
getting close and enjoying her sweet, sensuous tongue touching mine. I was
in heaven, and my sister was my angel.

I pulled her down onto the bed and stripped off her tank top; we continued
to kiss and let our bodies touch. I had no idea Chelsea was such a naughty
girl or that she had it in her to come on to anyone, much less her own
sister, but I didn't care. I stroked her back, played with her hair, and
moaned while I tongued my new lover. My pierced breasts pressed against her
bare beauties; we both got a little enjoyment out of that (I have extremely
sensitive nipples, and I could tell she did, too.)

I lost track of time. We had gotten up about 9:30, and by the time we knew
what was going on, we had been making out until just past 11. I smiled as I
broke the kiss and suggested that we get in the shower. She was a little
less than pleased about being away from me for even a short time...until I
told her I wanted her to get in the shower with me. She smiled as I grabbed
her ass and pulled down her shorts, stripping her naked.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other; we acted like schoolgirls in love
as we waited for the shower to warm up, slapping each other on the ass,
sneaking in a quick nipple-lick, and letting our tongues touch in a naughty
manner before we got in and started soaping up. As hot as Chelsea looked in
the shower yesterday, she was a thousand times sexier up close and personal.
We let the water rinse off our soapy breasts, ran our fingers along each
other's ass cracks as they filled with soap, and playfully kissed and
nibbled each other's necks.

I bit her nipple sweetly, and she screamed momentarily but smiled and told
me to do it again. So I did, on the other nipple. I felt up her gorgeous
breasts, which she told me had grown to a sexy DDD cup, and I licked her
nipples sweetly and tenderly as she moaned. I dropped to my knees and sucked
her gorgeous breasts, pleasuring her sensitive nipples. I was the happiest
girl in the world at that point.

I squeezed her massive breasts, licked the skin between them, and played
with her nipples as she could do nothing but moan in pleasure. Her blond,
wavy hair was soaked in the shower, and her naked, wet body was mine to
enjoy. She called me 'baby' and 'lover' and couldn't get enough of having
her nipples tongued. I hoped to bring her to orgasm from just playing with
her breasts.

I sucked one nipple and pinched and squeezed the other; the intensity almost
got to be too much for my sister and shower partner, who actually told me to
slow down. Naturally, I didn't listen; I never did when a girl told me to
slow down. And I made her happy I didn't - just from pleasuring her breasts,
I started to give her a delicious, sexy orgasm right there in the shower.

Still standing and trying to hold on, Chelsea screamed like a banshee as I
made love to her DDD breasts, showing her nipples no mercy but all the love
I could give. The shower was steamed up from all the heat and passion, and
Chelsea's moaning was just making it hotter. All this lust, passion, and
sweet sex - with my own sister! Finally, that video I watched last night was
coming true for me in a much hotter way.

The orgasm died down a bit, and I slowed down with the nipple-licking and
ass-grabbing, switching over to kissing her nipples, then her chest, then
her neck, and finally her luscious mouth. Kissing Chelsea was addictive in
ways I didn't understand. No girl was as hard to stop kissing as she was.

Between passionate moans, she told me it was my turn, but I told her I had a
better idea, and she would find out what it was soon. We got out of the
shower, dried off, and with our hair still wet, we climbed onto the couch,
realizing that the shower had taken us almost an hour. From the time we
turned off the water to the time our still-naked bodies hit the couch, our
tongues didn't stop touching. I couldn't stop kissing her if I wanted to,
and I sure as hell didn't.

Chelsea's perfect body got on top of mine as I laid on my back, grabbed her
back, and tongued her delicious mouth. I couldn't stop, and the kiss got
more intense until we were practically grinding our naked, still-damp bodies
against each other. Kissing Chelsea and giving each other this dirty, wild
pleasure was way better than anything I had ever experienced with Jessica or
even the wild Blaze, who had kissed me in public in front of her boyfriend.
That was the end of me and Blaze. This was the beginning of me and Chelsea -
and she knew it, too.

I couldn't stop kissing her. It wasn't always a full-on make-out with tongue
touching tongue, but we were all over each other, and I gave her hickies on
her neck, something she had never experienced before. She gave them right
back, and I wore them with pride. I never wanted anything more than to show
off my passionate love for my sister.

I realized it was almost 2:30 before Chelsea broke the kiss, clearly wanting
more than just the small orgasms we were giving each other. I smiled and
asked her how adventurous she felt like being. The conversation started then
with her, and went like this:

'I want us to be more than just sisters, Laura. I want us to have wild sex
every night.'

'You're more than just my little sister, Chelsea. You're my lover, and I
love to teach you.'

'That thing you did on my tits was amazing.'

'I know you know how to do something like that.'

'I can't wait, sis. I'll do anything.'

'Anything?'

'Anything, Laura. I'm yours.'

'Lick my pussy.'

WIthout another word, she slid down my body, spread my legs, and got to
work. And from the way her tongue worked, I couldn't believe she'd never
licked pussy before. She was an absolute natural, finding every senditive
spot and never slowing down. I had never felt a tongue work as fast as hers
did. I knew she had never been with a girl before, but her lack of
experience wasn't slowing her down.

She darted her tongue in and out of me. I had to grab onto the couch and
stuff a pillow in my mouth to muffle my screams. She stroked my g-spot with
her tongue and worked all over the inside of my pussy, which was completely
shaved and showed one of my tattoos. That delicious tongue of hers was so
fast and so swift, and after a couple of minutes, she was right on my
g-spot, pinning my legs down, and making me scream my head off.

I felt the orgasm coming quickly. The pillow I was stuffing in my mouth
wasn't helping, and I think everyone in the building was about to find out
how good Chelsea was at licking pussy. It was a thousand times as intense as
last night when I was just thinking of her. It went to every pleasure nerve
in my body, and I was in ecstacy - and she wasn't stopping. There was no way
she was a pussy-licking virgin. She just had to be experienced. No one licks
pussy like this on the first try.

I caught my breath, and she slid back up my body with a huge smile on her
face. She kissed me and told me that she was, in fact, very experienced, and
she just hid it behind her extreme shyness - a facade to mask the fact that
she had been having an affair with the sexy school nurse since her sophomore
year. She always felt a bit ashamed, but when I told Mom and Dad about
Jessica, she felt a little vindicated - and very happy. She asked to be my
roommate just so she could make a move on me. I couldn't have been happier.

Chelsea and I kissed after that, and as always, we didn't stop. I was so
into her it was ridiculous. I grabbed her ass, tongued her mouth, and
pressed my bare breasts against hers, and we didn't stop. I was in love with
Chelsea, and I knew she was in love right back. As usual, we lost track of
time, kissing and grabbing ass for hours after that, completely oblivious to
anything besides each other. It might have been a good idea to pay
attention, because someone was knocking at the door, and being naked and
kissing, we couldn't answer, so they came in...

...and it was Mom and Dad, who caught their girls in the act. There was no
denying it - the front door was wide open, they were standing there, and
they had watched us kiss, grind, and call each other 'baby' for a good ten
minutes before we noticed what happened.

Mom nearly exploded, and Dad started to tear up. They both came to the
crushing realization that their daughters were both lesbians...and into each
other.

It was hell fighting with the two of them, especially when we were both
still naked and they could see every one of my tattoos, but soon enough,
they gave up and stormed out. A small part of me felt a little bad for
upsetting them. Fortunately, I was so horny that I didn't feel bad at all,
and I told Chelsea to get on top of me in a 69.

She straddled my face, and I spread my legs for her. She had a landing
strip, which she told me that her last lover thought was sexy, but I knew
she just got because I had one. We started tongueing each other at the same
time, and her magic tongue brought me to ecstasy almost immediately while I
turned my tongue on auto-pilot to enjoy Chelsea's tongue tantalizing my
g-spot. I couldn't believe my own sister licked pussy this well.

I got her screaming, too, grabbing her ass and going deeper and deeper with
my own tongue. I felt a bit jealous that no hot school nurse ever taught me
to eat pussy like a goddess, but I still knew Chelsea was enjoying it, and I
loved to please her. I slapped her ass and called her a naughty girl, and
she told me just how naughty she was.

She tasted incredible - I love pussy, but she was the best ever. She was so
well-groomed and delicious, and she was such a pro. I loved how she was
keeping me on the cusp of an orgasm but not giving one to me, somethign I
could never figure out how to do...all I did was tongue her hard and fast
while she screamed like a banshee. I could tell she was more used to being
the one eating pussy than being eaten.

She was saving my orgasm for when she got hers - and she got it. I could
tell it was a screaming, body-shaking, mind-blowing orgasm for her just like
it was for me. Her tongue only sped up, and so did mine; I think she was
trying for more than one orgasm, while I was just trying not to lose
control. I grabbed and squeezed her gorgeous ass right at the spot where my
name was going to be tattooed. She grabbed my legs and held on. If I could
have formed words, I would have been calling her a bitch and telling her to
go faster, not that she needed to; she was dynamite.

I don't know how many orgasms I gave her, and I lost count of how many she
gave me. My tongue stopped out of pure exhaustion...from the incredible
orgasms she was giving me, that is; my tongue was still going strong when
she collapsed and pressed her naked, flawless body onto mine. She had just
enough energy to turn her body around and kiss me one more time.

That night, I gave Chelsea a ring and asked her to be my girlfriend. She
accepted, and we've been together ever since. She got that tattoo of my name
on her ass, and I got a matching one on mine. We don't care who knows about
us, and when our parents figured that out, they came back around and told us
just to be happy.

This wasn't enough for either of us, though. We wanted a threesome. And
when we got ohome for the holidays, Mom told us that she and Dad were
separated... and we decided to put our plan into action that night...