My name is Susan, and I am a 36 year-old divorcee with no kids. I live in an apartment in the suburbs and I work downtown as a legal secretary. I have a sister, Sandra, and we have been very close since we were young. She is about two years younger than me, but now that we are in our thirties we look about the same age – very similar overall, actually. We are both brunettes, we both have green eyes, and we both used to wear a 36C before she had a child.
Our parents had raised us in a very conservative home, so conservative that the only thing they ever told us about sex was not to do it until we were married. We never received a "birds and bees" talk from either of our parents, and the only way we learned about it was from our friends and television.
Although we were never officially "taught" about sex, we both had still experimented quite a bit on our own. As sisters, we talked about everything, so we shared all of our sexual escapades with each other. I had been the first to engage in sexual activity, but I had been nervous to let it get beyond oral. Sandra, on the other hand, was more adventurous than I, and she had been the first to lose her virginity to a high school senior when she was 15.
As we got older, we didn't talk about our sex lives as much, but it still would come up on occasion. Sandra would get a new boyfriend and she would tell me about some new technique he had tried on her. I had my first threesome (two guys) shortly after I graduated college and we talked about that in great detail. But the most memorable one (for me, at least) was talking about Sandra's first experience with another woman.
Kate had been her name, and Sandra talked about her luscious lips and her gorgeous breasts. Sandra told me about how tender and passionately they had kissed, and how sparks flew as their tongues met and wrestled in each others' mouths. Kate licked and sucked on Sandra's breasts, and Sandra told me how wrong – yet amazing – it felt. All that was nice, but when Kate ate her pussy it was just so unrealistically good. Kate seemed to know exactly where to lick, where to touch, and when to do each, and Sandra described each of the three orgasms she had had while Kate was going down on her.
We had talked about it on the phone, and while Sandra had talked about it I found myself getting so turned on. I had just gotten out of the shower so all I was wearing was my bathrobe, which allowed my hand easy access to my dripping slit. Sandra didn't know, but as soon as I got off the phone with her I had fingered myself to the biggest orgasm I had ever had.
The most embarrassing part about it was that while I was fingering myself, I wasn't thinking about having just any woman do that to me. I was thinking about looking down and seeing Sandra's green eyes staring up at me as she devoured my pussy, seeing her hot brown hair swishing furiously as she worked her magic. Ten years later, I often wondered what it would be like to be with my little sister, so much so in fact that I decided to try to make it happen.
Sandra is married with an eight year-old daughter, and we try to get together on a regular basis for some sister talk. It hadn't been happening as often as before. We were weekly at the start, kind of dropped to a couple times a month, and now we are lucky if we even see each other monthly. Sure, we still talk on the phone and text, but there is very little face-to-face time. But Sandra had been talking about coming over for a while now, so I decided to pursue it this time. When the date was set, I got ready.
I went out and bought some toys and lube, not sure what to buy because I had never been with another woman before. I was sure the sales person would be able to help, but I was a bit timid about asking her for help. However, as I was walking toward the counter there was an item that caught my eye.
I saw it from the back first and thought it was some sort of leather thong or something, but as I came around the front I saw a large pink penis sticking out of it. It was like something I had only seen in the lesbian porn I occasionally watched. The price was not too bad for an item in a store like this, so I decided to buy it. The lady at the counter had this knowing looking smirk as she rang up the strap-on, but remained professional as she gave me my total.
When I got home, I put all the items in the drawer in my bedside nightstand where they would be easily accessible. Then I called up Sandra and asked her to bring a bottle of a nice cabernet or Riesling, and I put on some sexy red lace underwear underneath my white blouse and black skirt. I checked myself out in the mirror several times, making sure I looked good yet also somewhat sultry. When I heard the doorbell ring, I did one last check to make sure everything was in order before answering the door.
She was wearing a pink silk blouse and tight-fitting blue jeans, and I quickly glanced at how nicely the jeans hugged her tight little ass. She was in her thirties, but her ass was still in as fine of shape as it had been in her young twenties.
"Hey, old lady!" she said.
"Hey, kiddo!" I replied as I hugged her, careful of the wine bottle she was holding in her right hand.
I let her come in and she went straight to my kitchen, depositing the wine bottle on the counter before disappearing to the bathroom. Not wanting to waste any time on lowering our inhibitions, I opened the blue Riesling bottle and poured us a couple of glasses. As I finished pouring, Sandra came into the kitchen and smiled.
"You read my mind. It has been a long week and I am ready to relax," she said.
We retired to the living room and sat on the couch, sipping our wine. We traded gossip and talked about her daughter; just the small talk until the buzz from the wine started to kick in. It wasn't until about halfway through her second glass that Sandra started to seem a little buzzed. I decided to change the subject and try to lead the conversation where I wanted it to go.
"So how are things with you and Paul?"
"Oh, about as good as can be expected after ten years of marriage," Sandra said, taking another sip from her wine. "We have our little tiffs about the same old shit, but other than that things are fine."
"And the sex?"
Sandra giggled.
"Of course you would ask that. We probably average about once or twice a week. He is still just as amazing in the sack as he was when we met."
As we polished off our second glasses and Sandra went into the kitchen for refills, I was trying to think about how to make my next move. Lucky for me, Sandra ended up making it for me.
"Shit!" I heard Sandra say from the kitchen.
