Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:06:51 -0500
From: two40puddin@optonline.net
Subject: Snow Day by Anne240

My eyes flew open as the alarm bellowed briefly. I slammed my hand on top
of it, sending it thumping to the floor, and restoring quiet to the
room. Before I could gather my thoughts, the silence was broken again, this
time by the ringing phone. I felt the chill of the air on my arm as I
reached out from under my warm covers and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello"

"Trish? It's Fred...Just letting you know the office will be closed today."

"Closed?"

"Yea, it's not worth it."

"What?"

"Have you looked outside yet? There's at least six inches of snow on the
ground, and it's still falling!"

I sat up hesitantly and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the streets
were deserted, and everything was white. The usual dark sky was bright with
falling snow.

"I don't imagine we'd get much done today anyway, so enjoy the long
weekend. I'll see you on Monday."

"Oh yea, sure. Thanks Fred."

"Don't thank me, thank the weather!"

"I will. Bye"

"Bye."

I hung up the phone, and nestled comfortably back into my warm bed.

I drifted in and out of deep sleep until about 9:30, and decided it was
time to get up. I rolled myself out of bed, stretched and got up, wrapping
myself in a robe and heading to the kitchen, stopping only to turn up the
heat.

I sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee and leafing through a
gossip rag, enjoying the quiet of my unexpected snow day. With absolutely
nothing planned, and nothing to get done, I just basked in the thought of
the relaxing weekend ahead of me.

I yawned as I got up to stretch, and decided that a nice hot bath was what
I needed as the chill of the air tickled my skin. I hadn't yet bothered to
turn on any lights in the house, and the dim quiet kept me in a lethargic
state.

I lit some candles in the bathroom as the tub filled with hot water, and
stripped off my clothes. I took a brief second to critique my appearance in
the mirror, and finally settled into the warm water.

My naked body soaking the hot water felt heavenly. I closed my eyes, and
soon enough my mind began to wander. Before long, my mind settled on
thoughts of sex. Knowing that I had nothing but time to myself, I let
myself give in. After all, it had been so long since I've had the time to
indulge in my sexuality, alone or otherwise.

My hands caressed my naked body, slowly teasing my erogenous zones, as my
mind and body anticipated the pleasure to come. I was in no rush, and
enjoyed the gentle teasing of my fingers on my body as my mind wove a
collage of sexual fantasies. My breathing was slow and steady, and every
muscle in my body was relaxed as I slowly reached my state of sexual
meditation. It had been so long since I had the time to treat myself to
this kind of sexual pleasure. I knew that once I really got started, it
would be sometime before I finished, and the bath would get cold long
before. I drained the tub and dried off. I didn't bother to re dress or
even wrap myself in a towel as I headed back to my bedroom and got back
into my warm bed.

I thought briefly of a former lover. The one who taught me about true
pleasure. I thought back to the times we'd spent together, hours and days
we spent just being together, naked in each others arms, surrounded by
sexual energy, racing through our bodies, trading pleasure like I've never
known before or since.

I was once again lost in my thoughts when the phone rang again. I quickly
snapped out of my trance and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Trish?" I recognized immediately that it was my sister Sara, but I
couldn't understand why she was calling.

"Hey, what's up?" I thought that I sounded a bit annoyed that I was being
disturbed, but she didn't seem to notice.

"I'm so glad I got you. I got snowed in at school and I can't get my car
out to get home. Can I come to you for a little while?"

"Oh, I uh..."

"If I can't it's okay, I understand. I'll just stay here..."

"Of course you can come here, don't be silly. It's no problem at all. Work
was cancelled so I'm here all day."

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you..."

"You're not bothering me. Besides, what else would you do, sleep at school?
You're always welcome here. Do you need a ride?"

"No, it's okay, I'll just walk. I'll see you in about 15 minutes."

"Okay sweetie, just walk in."

"Okay, bye Trish."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and sat back on my pillows taking a deep breath.

"So much for that." I said to myself. My pussy was tingling, and I was
definitely in need of release. I thought about getting myself off quickly
before Sara arrived, but then I remembered I had the whole weekend in front
of me. I decided to hold off, knowing that the end result would be that
much better if I kept myself in anticipation.

Sara's school was just a few blocks away from me, and she would stop by
from time to time, but she always called first. I don't know why, I guess
that's just the way she is. We haven't seen each other for any length of
time in while though, due to our busy schedules.

Sara is very quiet and shy, completely unlike the way I was when I was
eighteen. I'm only four years older than her, but because of my life and my
job I've had to mellow out considerably. She is a beautiful girl, but she's
not the type to flaunt it, and I don't think we've ever talked about dating
or sex or anything remotely close, so I don't know much about her personal
life. She, in turn, doesn't know much about me either. It's not that I
wouldn't tell her, but like I said, our conversations never took that turn.

I briefly wondered about her sexuality as I made my bed and covered myself
with my robe. It occurred to me that she has never introduced me to anyone
that may have been a potential lover, or even companion. Curious. I
wondered if perhaps she was hiding something. Or could it be that she just
wasn't interested? Could she still be a virgin? I'd never thought of it
until now, and it peaked my curiosity. It was true that we never discussed
this type of thing, but there was certainly no question as to my standing.
She had, on occasion, met several of my boyfriends at the time. It wasn't
until later that I discovered my interest in the same sex. I recalled how
that left me confused for quite some time, until I was able to come to
terms with my sexuality. I wondered if that sort of thing had a tendency to
be hereditary.

I don't know why I was dwelling on these thoughts that had never before
occurred to me. It was more than likely no doubt attributed to my own
current state of arousal, but either way, I decided that I wanted to find
out. I heard the door open and close, and I knew Sara had arrived. I called
her name, and heard her making her way to the bedroom as I tightened my
robe.

She walked to the doorway pressing her arms tightly to her chest. Her wet
hair hung in ringlets from her knit cap against her face and over her
shoulders. Her pale skin was flush, and her lips were quivering.

"Sara! Oh my God you're freezing! C'mon, let's get you warmed up."

I turned her around and steered her into the bathroom. I reached into the
tub and turned on the hot water.

"Get your clothes off. The hot water will warm you up." I pulled at her
jacket, and she started to undress.

"Get into the shower, and I'll make us some tea."

I took a towel from the closet, rested it on the sink top and closed the
door. I started the water for the tea, and went back to retrieve Sara's
clothes so I could put them in the dryer. I opened up the bathroom door and
gathered her wet cold clothes. The cold made me shiver as I pressed the
pile to my body.

I got into the basement and dropped the pile in front of the washing
machine, and before I could turn the machine on, something caught my eye. I
reached into the pile, pulling out a sexy black thong. I held it up,
stretching it between my thumbs.

"I guess she's not so shy after all!" I said to myself. I don't know what
made me do it, but I quickly brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled the
light, familiar scent as it filled my nose. My body instantly tingled and
my skin was covered in goose-bumps. I held it in for a second, then slowly
exhaled as I dropped them into the washer. I picked up the rest of her
things and put them in as well, except her jacket, which I hung on a line
to dry. My pussy was tingling once again, and I hadn't even thought about
the fact that it was my own sister's scent that made it happen.

I got back upstairs, and Sara was standing in the hallway, tightly wrapped
in her towel.

"Trish, do you have anything..."

"Yea, hang on, I'll get something."

She smiled and went back into the bathroom. I grabbed my only other robe
from my closet and brought it back to her.

"Here" I said as I handed it to her. "No need to get all dressed up! Might
as well be comfortable."

She smiled and took it from me. I went back to the kitchen to pour the tea.

We sat at the table, talking a little and drinking our tea. She was feeling
warmer by now, cradling her hands around her cup and looking down at the
floor.

"Thanks Trish."

"You don't have to thank me."

"Mom and dad will be home soon. When my clothes are dry I'll call them to
pick me up."

"What for? Why don't you just stay here tonight, and tomorrow we'll get
your car?"

"Nah, I don't want to be a pain."

"Oh Please! Call the house and leave a message that you're staying with me
tonight and stop being a pain in the ass!"

She smiled. "Where am I going to sleep?"

"On the couch! Where else? You can sleep with me, the bed's big enough."

"Okay."

"So, speaking of sleeping...any lucky guys lately?"

"Huh? NO!"

"C'mon Sara, you can tell me. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, just curious. I mean, I guess, well we never talk about that
stuff, and I feel bad that I don't know these things about you. I just want
to know you better, that's all."

"Oh. Well, what about you?"

"No. No one at the moment. Too busy."

"Oh, yea...me too."

"Sara, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Depends..."

"Well, I'll ask, but you don't have to answer. Just don't get mad okay?"

"What?"

"Are you...a virgin?"

She smiled. "Oh my God, I can't believe you asked me that!"

"Well?"

Her face turned red and she looked back down at the floor.

"No."

"Aaaah! So have you done it a lot? I mean with a lot of guys?"

She laughed again. "No, not really."

"So, you're not a slut then?"

She looked up at me. "Eew! NO! Of course not!"

"Just checking! So what's the deal then?"

"Why do you want to know all this?"

"I told you. So tell me..."

She shifted in her seat and took a sip of her tea. I could see she was
uncomfortable, but not mad, so I pressed on.

"C'mon, spill the beans."

She sighed. "You're not gonna like, go tell mom or something are you?"

I laughed. "Of course not! I would never do that! What you say stays
here. So tell me."

"Fine. I had sex a few times with this one guy ^Ö we were sort of dating,
and once with this other guy."

"Was it good?"

Her eyes widened and she smiled. Her face turned red again and she shrugged
her shoulders. "I don't know, it was okay I guess."

"That's it? Okay I guess?"

"I don't know. Yea."

I shook my head. "What about girls?"

"What?" She looked at me as if she thought I knew something.

"Have you had sex with any girls?"

"Why would you ask me that?...Have you?"

"We're not talking about me. You have haven't you?"

I smiled, and she looked as if someone just ran over her puppy.

"No."

She wasn't very convincing, and as soon as she answered she took a sip from
her cup. I was definitely on to something.

"Oh. I have. It's pretty good."

She gulped on her tea, put the cup down and stared at me.

"You have?"

"Sure. It was fun."

She was looking at me as if she was contemplating what to say.

"You mean you never even thought about it?"

"I uh..." She took a deep breath and mumbled something under her breath.

"It's okay Sara, you can tell me."

She looked at me, and looked as if she were about to cry.

"Honey what's wrong? Did I say something?"

"Okay. There's this girl...from school. One night, I don't know how it
happened, we were just joking around, but then it got more...involved. We
didn't have sex, but we did some stuff, and now...I don't know, I'm just
confused."

I smiled. "Let me guess. You keep thinking about it, and you liked it but
you can't admit it. You're afraid if you liked it you might be a lesbian,
and you still like guys too. But you think about it a lot, and it really
turned you on, and you wish you could have done more, but you're glad you
didn't."

She stared at me with her mouth wide open.

"Right?"

"Yea. But..."

I laughed. "I guess it's hereditary."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Listen Sara, You're fine. It's normal to feel that way. Don't
get so hung up on what you call it, it doesn't matter. You are what you
are. If you enjoyed it, that's okay, let yourself enjoy it."

"Yea but..."

"Listen, I can tell you anything, but it won't matter. You have to figure
it all out for yourself. But you will, and everything will be fine."

"Really? So I guess you went through the same thing huh?"

"Uh-huh."

She was quiet for a minute.

"So, what's it like?"

I smiled. "Well, that's also something you'll have to find out on your
own."

She nodded her head. "Thanks Trish."

"Your welcome. Sara, anytime you want to talk, I'm always here."

"Okay. Thanks."

She got up and gave me a big hug. I don't know if it was the smell of her
hair, her body pressed against mine with nothing between us but the thin
material of our robes, or the conversation. Perhaps all three, but I could
feel my juices flowing, and my clit throbbing. It was all I could do to
keep from excusing myself and heading straight to the bathroom. This time I
was completely aware that it was my sister who was causing me to feel like
this. I told myself it wasn't her, and that it was just everything else,
but either way, I had no idea how I was going to last until tomorrow.

We spent the day just hanging around, watching movies on cable and talking
about trivial things. It felt really nice to be hanging out like we were,
spending "quality time" together. It's something that we had never done
before, even when we were younger, but we agreed to make time for it in the
future.

It turned out that Sara isn't as shy as I suspected her to be, I just
didn't know her as well as I should have. Judging by some of the
conversation we had she has a bit of a wild side to her. She didn't come
flat out and say anything, but I was able to read between the lines, and
pick up on some of the things she was hinting at. Of course, I may have
been jumping to conclusions as well, and reading too much into what she was
saying. Either way, she was definitely more open than I knew her to be. I
still couldn't get over her confession of being with another girl. I really
wanted to get back on that subject, but I didn't want to seem too
forceful. Still, I couldn't stop imagining what my sweet little sister
would look like, skin to skin with another girl.

I was thankful the whole day the my sister wasn't able to read my thoughts,
and I tried my best not to reveal myself, but it was getting more difficult
as time went on. I was cursing myself for not finishing what I had started
earlier, telling myself that my heightened state of arousal left unattended
was the cause for my mind to be working the way it was. Sara's openness in
revealing her sexual desires to me, no matter how innocuous they may have
been, was causing me to think things I shouldn't. It also didn't help any
that she, and I for that matter, were both scarcely covered.

I caught myself the whole day, my eyes drifting over her revealed skin,
staring as though I was in a trance, and pulling myself away suddenly when
she spoke or moved. At times, it seemed as though she knew I was staring,
and would move, as though I was making her self-conscious, and other times
she moved to reveal more, as if she was enjoying my attention. I knew that
this was all in my head, but the longer it went on, the more real it
became.

It had been getting late, and the scattered conversation had all but given
away to the television. We sat in silence, Sara watching the screen, not
really following what was happening, and me watching Sara. The house was
still completely dark; except for the glow of the television lighting our
silhouettes, affording me the opportunity to steal long glances of her
without her knowing. I had positioned myself in the corner of the couch
while she sat slumped with her bare feet on the edge of the coffee table.

My eyes were scanning her bare legs. Her smooth pale skin highlighted from
the soft light of the television, and the way her toes curled around the
edge of the table, coupled with the thoughts I was having, had me
practically panting. It was long ago that I had stopped telling myself that
this was my sister, and that I shouldn't be thinking these things, allowing
my mind to indulge freely in whatever thoughts it conjured. I don't know at
what point I concluded that it was okay as long as these thoughts remained
just thoughts. After all, I was never one to deny myself fuel for fantasy
as long as that's all it was. There was certainly no harm in that.

It was a good long while that I let my mind run wild before deciding that I
had gone as far as I could go. My skin had become warm and moist, my throat
dry, and my heart was pounding in my ears. My pussy was swollen and
tingling, aching to be touched, with no real possibility of it happening,
at least not the way I wanted. Sara's eyes were heavy, fighting
consciousness, and she was barely awake. I opened my eyes wide and extended
my foot, gently nudging her ribs with my toes. She jerked and opened her
eyes, seemingly a bit dazed.

"Why don't you turn off the television and we'll go to bed." I
whispered. "The remote is by you."

She looked around, and lazily dropped her feet to the floor and pulled
herself upright. She leaned over to grab the remote that was just out of
reach on the table next to her. As she extended herself, she unknowingly
revealed her bare butt to me, and my stomach leapt. I felt my clit
instantly tingle and my juices churn as her pussy came briefly into
view. She quickly settled back down, adjusting the robe and clicking off
the television. I didn't have time just yet to dwell on what I had just
seen, as we both stood up to go to bed.

We stood on either side of my bed, Sara stretching as I pulled back the
blankets. She looked around quickly, and then back at me. I knew what she
was thinking, but I didn't give her time to ask, as I quickly untied my
robe and let it drop to the floor, slipping under the covers. She looked
briefly stunned, but then hesitantly began to untie her own robe. I turned
away from her, trying to act disinterested, and soon felt her weight on the
bed as she slid in next to me. I rolled back to face her. She had the
blankets pulled up to her neck, her hands clutching them tightly and her
arms pulled tightly into her chest.

"It's freezing in here."

"It'll get warmer, just give it a few seconds."

She let out a quick shiver.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even think, do you want something to put on?"

"No, I'm okay."

"It's just that I usually never wear anything to bed...If you're
uncomfortable..."

"No, I'm okay. I usually don't wear anything either, but I'm usually
alone."

"Well, unfortunately, so am I."

She giggled. "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know. You warming up yet?"

"A little."

"You want to cuddle?" I asked playfully. She giggled again.

"No thanks, I'll be okay."

"Okay, suite yourself."

I rolled away from her again, and we were both silent for a few minutes. I
thought she would be sleeping soon, and my fingernails were already gently
tickling my lips, impatiently waiting to go to work. I knew that I could
get myself off undetected by my sister as long as I did it slowly, and she
was asleep. It wouldn't be the first time I masturbated while someone slept
unknowingly next to me in the same bed.

"Trish? You awake?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can I ask you something?"

I rolled back towards her, delaying my pleasure again.

"Anything. What is it?"

"Remember what we were talking about before, about other girls?"

"yeeeaaa..."

"Well, how did you know like...what to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how did you know that you were doing it right? I mean with guys
it's pretty easy ya know? But with girls..."

I giggled. "Don't worry, with girls it's even easier."

"Really? How?"

"Well, I mean, you know what you like right? I mean, you know what feels
good to you, so you just do what you think would feel good. You've kind of
got the inside track. Plus, most girls, when they're with other girls don't
have any problems telling you what to do. It's not like being with a guy."

"I guess so."

"Well, do you ever think about it when you're playing with yourself?"

She laughed, and If I could see her face I'm sure it was bright red.

"I don't know."

"Of course you know! So when you're playing with yourself and you're
picturing the things you want done to you, do that."

"Yea, but that's different. I don't usually think about it like that. I
just do it and think about other things."

"Yes but you know what you're doing to yourself that feels good, so just do
the same things you do to yourself on her."

"Huh? No I mean..."

"I know what you mean...It doesn't matter if it's your finger or your
tongue or whatever, just do what you would want done to you."

"Oh."

This conversation was definitely getting me more excited. My fingertips
were now pressed firmly against my clit.

"I don't know if I could do that, I mean, didn't it freak you out a little
bit?"

"What? Going down on a girl? Not really, it turned me on."

"Well yea, the thought of it, but actually doing it? I mean is it gross?
What's it like?"

"No it's not gross. I mean, assuming that the girl is not gross. It's much
better than swallowing a guy's cum, although, I kind of like that too."

She giggled. "You're a slut!"

"Whatever! I'm just being honest."

"Well, what's it taste like?"

"You've never tasted yourself?"

"Nooo."

"Well, that's how you'll know. I mean, all girls are a little different,
but you'll get the idea."

"Oh."

We were both quiet for a few minutes, and my fingers continued to slowly
rub my clit. If Sara didn't fall asleep soon, I was just going to have to
cum while she was awake and hope she didn't notice.

"Trish? Do you do it a lot?"

"What?"

"You know, masturbate?"

"As much as I can! I'm doing it right now as a matter of fact!"

She laughed. "Shut up! Seriously! How often?"

"I don't know, it depends. Sometimes just a few times a week. Sometimes
everyday."

"Really?"

"Yea, sometimes more."

"Wow."

"What about you?"

"I don't know, maybe a few times a week."

"Liar."

"Really! Okay, well sometimes I do it more. Lately I've been doing it a
lot."

"Ever since the girl?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it. If I had the time, I'm sure I would
do it more."

She giggled. By now my fingers were rubbing steadily on my clit, and I was
aching to cum. I couldn't stop thinking about Sara masturbating, and what
she must look like. It was killing me knowing that we were lying just
inches apart, completely naked and talking about eating pussy and
masturbating. I couldn't imagine that our conversation was not affecting
her, even a little. I couldn't hold out much longer. I slowly slid one of
my fingers into my hole. I was so wet and hot, and it felt so good going in
that I didn't notice a little gasp escape my throat.

"Trish? You okay?"

I let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry Sara, I just..."

"Oh! You really are doing it aren't you?"

"Uh-huh. I'm sorry, I told you! I can't help it, I'll be right back."

I got up to go to the bathroom and finish, but she stopped me.

"No, it's okay, don't go. I was going to go to the bathroom and do it too,
but since you're already doing it here..."

I watched as her hand reached under the blankets and between her legs. Her
foot rested against my leg as she spread herself wider, and she sighed as
her hand obviously touched her clit.

"I'm glad I wasn't alone. I was beginning to think I was going crazy."

She laughed and sighed at the same time. "I've been thinking about it all
day. Lately, I can't get to sleep unless I do it."

It felt strange to be carrying on a conversation with my sister as we both
lay there playing with ourselves as if it were the most normal thing in the
world. I decided to see how far I could go.

"Sara. I was watching you today. You are so beautiful. I was thinking what
you would look like when you were getting your pussy eaten by that girl."

"uugh...I know, I was watching you too. I wondered the same thing."

Suddenly she rolled towards me.

"Trish, let me watch you. I want to see you do it."

I quickly pulled the blankets from both of us. The first thing I noticed
was her soft white tits, perfectly shaped. Her hand was casually rubbing up
and down between her legs. We both rolled on our sides facing each other.

"Wow, you look so...hot doing that. Oh my God."

My finger was steadily pumping in and out of me, and just her words brought
me to the edge. I stopped, wanting more. Sara stopped too.

"Why did you stop?"

"I don't want to cum yet. I want to enjoy it for a while. I learned a long
time ago that if you stop just before you cum a few times, you're orgasm
will be more powerful. Plus it feels so good to tease yourself, and keep
yourself wanting more."

"Oh." She paused for a moment.

"This is okay isn't it? I mean, we're not doing anything weird are we?"

"Define weird?"

"I don't know. I mean, we shouldn't be doing this with each other should
we?"

"Well, I guess it depends who you ask. I suppose since you and I are the
only ones who will know, and it's okay with us, then it's okay."

"I guess."

We were both breathing heavy, and teetering at the edge of orgasm. I was
slowly teasing myself, stopping and starting again while my sister looked
on and did the same.

"Would it be okay if we did more?"

My stomach fluttered and my orgasm leapt out at the thought of what she was
possibly asking. It hit me like tiny little waves, and my body twitched and
shook. Sara reached out and touched my arm.

"Are you cumming?"

"Uh-huh, a little."

"oooh."

"What more do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I don't want you to get mad or anything, If It's too
much..."

I inched in closer to her, our bodies almost touching. Sara froze as I
mashed my chest into hers. I put my face just inches from hers, taking my
hand from between my legs and draping it over her hip. She swallowed hard,
her hand continuing to rub between her legs. I took my other hand and
placed it over hers, moving hers away and cupping her pussy. Her hips
continued to push back and forth against my hand.

"All you have to do is ask..."

Without hesitation, she kissed me hard on the lips. Our mouths opened and
our tongues slid around each other's. I rolled her on her back forcefully,
hovering over her. She pulled her knees back, resting her ankles on my
hips. I let my fingertips slip between her lips, caressing her soft, wet
folds from top to bottom, stopping only to give her clit a quick rub and
back down again. Our kissing remained intense and passionate as we traded
moans. I slowly worked my middle finger inside of her, pressing it deeper
with every loving thrust. She was so hot and tight, and my finger slid
easily in and out. I could actually feel her juices coating my finger. I
quickly withdrew, and breaking our kiss, held my finger to her lips. Her
hand grabbed mine and directed my finger between her lips. Her tongue
swirled around my finger as she sucked it dry. I wasted no time in wrapping
my lips around one of her stiff, light pink nipples. With each pass of my
tongue, it grew more erect in my mouth . Finally at full attention, I
switched off to the other.

"How does it taste?"

She smiled and flashed her eyes at me as she withdrew my finger from her
mouth.

I quickly returned my finger between her legs, inserting it once again into
her pussy. I worked my tongue down her soft skin, kissing and licking all
the way down. I reached the soft skin of her thighs, and took my time
kissing and biting her, inching slowly inside towards her pussy, building
her anticipation. Her breathing increased, and her hips were rising to meet
my eager lips. I didn't want her to cum just yet. I wanted her to enjoy it.

I sat straight up on my knees, and grabbed her ankle in my hand. I slowly
ran my tongue over the arch of her foot, underneath and up to her toes. She
giggled and tried to pull away.

"Relax. Just close your eyes and concentrate on how it feels."

Her hand started to make it's way between her legs. I reached out and
grabbed it, placing on her breast.

"Not yet. I don't want you to cum yet."

She was eager, but reluctantly gave in to me. I continued licking her toes,
one by one until she was audibly enjoying it. When I sensed that she had
calmed down a little, I worked my way back up her leg, this time settling
directly on her pussy. She moaned loudly as my tongue pushed past her lips
and sunk into her hole. I fucked her with my tongue, briefly pulling out
and riding it up her slit to her throbbing button. Her body tensed and
retracted with each pass. Her hips gyrated slowly, humping my tongue as I
ate her pussy. Her creamy juices mixed with my saliva were running out of
her, down her crack and onto the bed. Her moaning was increasing, and I
knew she wanted to cum.

I once again replaced my tongue with my finger, pumping it slowly in and
out of her light pink folds. I let my tongue gather her cum as I dragged it
down below her opening. I gently licked and sucked the sensitive skin
between her pussy and ass. Her hips bucked wildly. Her eyes were closed
tightly, and her head thrashed from side to side. Her fingers pulled and
twisted each of her own erect nipples, and I could see that they were much
darker and swollen.

I decided to see how much longer I could keep her waiting, and slowly sunk
the tip of my tongue in her ass hole. She squealed loudly, and her whole
body jerked. I squeezed her thigh, signaling for her to relax. I waited a
second for her to get used to the feeling, and then slowly began to eat her
ass again. In no time she was moaning louder, and on the verge of orgasm. I
quickly worked my way back up to her clit, engulfing it firmly between my
lips, and pressing small circles with my tongue. Her hands grabbed my hair
as she threw her hips at me. She was about to cum. I quickly pulled away.

"No, please, not yet. Not yet...don't stop."

Her hips bucked wildly, and her whole body flailed on my bed. I quickly
kissed her lips. She turned her head from me.

"Trish no...please don't stop...I'm almost there..."

"Shhh...I know. But now you know what you have to do. If you want to cum,
you have to eat my pussy like I ate yours."

Without a word she pushed me on my back and quickly dove her tongue into my
pussy. Her tongue and fingers assaulted my clit and asshole, just like I
had done to her. Within seconds I was cumming harder than I have in a long
time. Normally, I enjoy it when time is taken, but my orgasm nit me so hard
and fast I didn't have time to argue. She kept licking and sucking me well
into my third orgasm until finally, I had to pull her away.

Our eyes met, and her face was shiny with juices, and I could see in her
eyes she needed to cum. She got up on her hands and knees, crawling towards
me, licking her lips and panting. She looked almost animalistic. My sweet,
shy sister needed to cum, and nothing was going to stop her.

She crawled on top of me and kissed me hard on the lips.

"Please Trish, I need to cum."

I smiled, and wasted no time going down on her. My tongue assaulted her
throbbing clit as my finger massaged her g-spot. In seconds she was
screaming as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her tender body. Her
body twitched and shook uncontrollably, and cum gushed from her pussy.

Finally, she had calmed down, and I had taken my spot next to her. We
kissed passionately, just holding each other, enjoying the feel of our
nakedness entwined together.

"Wow, I never thought that anything could feel so good."

"Me either."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. No one's ever made me cum like that before."

She smiled at herself, and quickly got onto her knees, turned around and
pulled my curtain back.

"Oh wow. There's got to be at least a foot and a half of snow on the
ground. I'll never get my car out tomorrow."

I laughed. "Gee that's too bad, I guess you'll have to stay here with me
until Sunday."

She settled back next to me. "Yea, I guess so. It might take days before I
can get it out."

"Days huh?"

"Uh-huh."

We both giggled, and kissed passionately. We held each other close,
touching and caressing each other until we both fell asleep.