Not too long before Damon and Sonja's mother, Shelly went for their nature walk, Sonja was at the airport to pick up her best friend, her honorary sister Michelle.
She stood just outside the TSA checkpoint eagerly watching the crowd until she spotted her. Michelle spotted Sonja at about the same time and the two women smiled and waved, and as soon as Michelle was past the TSA checkpoint she and Sonja embraced and giggled like schoolgirls.
"'Chelle!" Sonja said, using the nickname that only she was allowed to use, "It's so good to see you again!"
"Oh girl, I missed you too!" Michelle exclaimed.
Much like Damon had stated upon first seeing her picture a few days earlier, Michelle did bear a striking resemblance to Janet Jackson. She even had her hair braided similar to the way Janet had her hair in the movie "Poetic Justice". Much like Sonja, she was tall at exactly six feet, and even without wearing revealing clothing, it was obvious to anyone with two working eyes that she was very well endowed, with a 44DD bust.
It had been seven months since the two had last seen each other, but they had known each other since they were ten. They met in the 5th grade when they were seated next to each other. They quickly became best friends, and conveniently lived just down the street from each other. They had spent so much time at each other's homes that Sonja started calling Michelle's parents mom and dad, and vice versa. They went to the same middle and high schools, and even planned to go to the same college. When they both got accepted to the same school, they made arrangements to live together in a small apartment off campus.
One night, during their sophomore year the two were sitting on the couch watching TV one night when Sonja turned to Michelle.
"Hey, 'Chelle, can I tell you something?" Sonja asked.
"Sure, hon," Michelle said, then looked at Sonja and saw the look on her face, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, no, maybe, I don't know." Sonja said.
Michelle turned off the TV. "Sonja, what is it? You know you can tell me anything. You're my best friend, you're my sister. You know I'm not gonna judge you. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."
Sonja took a deep breath. "Okay," she said, "I think I'm bisexual. I guess I always have been but never knew how to say it before. And goddammit, I think I'm in love with you."
Michelle sighed with relief, "Is that all?"
"That's not exactly the response I was expecting." Sonja said.
"Shit, girl, I fell in love with you practically the second I laid eyes on you." Michelle said, "But I get it. We were both ten, and I didn't really understand my strong attraction to you. I've wanted to tell you for so long. I was just worried it would ruin the friendship we've built over the years."
"Really?" Sonja asked, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, "Because that's the same reason I didn't tell you. But I couldn't keep it inside anymore. I had to say something, being as close as we are, I'd hate myself if I went the rest of my life without saying anything."
"You know, it's that old saying about hindsight being 20/20," Michelle said, "If I had known you felt that way about me back then, I would have said something. Well, maybe not when we were ten, but you know what I mean. Either way, I wish I'd known earlier."
"Ditto."
"Well we know now." Michelle said, "So what do we do about it?"
"This." Sonja said, and leaned forward and kissed Michelle for the first time.
They headed for Sonja's bedroom and had sex for the first time, and although neither one of them was really sure what they were doing (and internet porn wouldn't be a thing for another few years), they were able to bring each other to orgasm. Much trial and error went on over the next few days, but they eventually figured things out, and despite both girls having boyfriends, they kept this new level of their relationship to themselves. They kept up appearances in front of family and friends over the years, and even after both women were married, whenever they could find some time to themselves, they would shed their clothes, and hop into bed together.
Michelle's husband, Phil, had been a firefighter, and died in the line of duty. They had only been married three years. Michelle had never remarried, but her best friend in the world had been there for her every step of the way to help her deal both physically and emotionally with the grief and pain of losing her husband.
Once Sonja had a baby to deal with, their times together became less and less frequent, especially after Michelle got a job promotion that required her to move out of state. But between letters, phone calls, emails, text messaging, social media, and the occasional visits the two kept each other updated on everything that was going on in their lives. Michelle even took time off from her job to be with Sonja after her husband had died, much like Sonja had been there for her.
Michelle had been overjoyed when Sonja told her about Clay, and it went without saying that Sonja wanted her there as her maid of honor just like she had been at her first wedding. Michelle also admitted she was jealous of Sonja for finding a hunk like Clay. Once they had grabbed Michelle's luggage they headed to the parking garage.
"Sorry there's no room left at the house," Sonja said, "But with my parents and Clay's parents there, plus Denise and Damon, there's no spare beds left."
"Ah, girl, don't worry about it," Michelle said, "It's probably better this way, you know after seven months, I probably wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you."
They reached Sonja's car and tossed Michelle's bag in the trunk.
"God, 'Chelle, I've missed you." Sonja said once they were in the car.
"I missed you too, babe." Michelle said.
Without a moment's hesitation the two leaned in and shared a passionate kiss.
"You know, no one is expecting us back at any specific time." Sonja said as she started the car.
"I like the way you think," Michelle said, matching the mischievous smile on Sonja's face. "So tell me again about this stepson of yours."
"Oh my god, 'Chelle," Sonja said as she threw the car in gear and headed out of the parking garage. "He's 21 years old and he's hung like a fucking horse. Just like his father. I mean you know I've had a few men since Will died, and while the sex was good it was never mind blowing. Until I met Clay, he has without question the biggest cock I've ever had the pleasure of well... having. And as for Damon, those pictures I sent you, they don't do him justice. He's six foot four, built like a fuckin' brick wall, and has a huge cock like his father."
"I still can't believe you fucked your stepson," Michelle said, feeling herself getting wet at the thought.
Sonja had told Michelle about her and Damon not long after they had fucked, as the two had made a promise years ago that there would be no secrets between them.
"I fucked my sister-in-law too."
