It was the end of long day.
I'd arrived in town just that afternoon with a rented car and my meager belongings. My sister, Jessica, was letting me stay with her until I got settled—though she'd warned that her one-bedroom apartment was not large.
I had no idea, yet, how I was going to survive here in the city, but I couldn't stay at home any longer. My parents had thrown a fit when they read my diary and learned about my sex life. Most offensive to their mid-western values was my increasing preference for women.
No daughter of theirs would ever be a lesbian, they vowed.
So I chose not to be their daughter, and left.
Now, here I was with my sister, celebrating my independence.
After we'd showered, Jessica took me out for dinner and introduced me to sushi, which I'd never had before. I was skeptical, but after my first taste I was hooked. We drank some sake, too, but it wasn't quite my style.
Instead, we opted to pick up some wine on the way back to her apartment. We sat on her couch and talked all evening. Eventually, I told her how I'd come to my hasty decision to move.
"Jenny, you know, the only difference between you and me," my sister said, "is that you got caught."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're not the only one who prefers women," she added.
I did a double take, then broke into a smile. I hadn't expected this, but it was so cool. It seemed especially fitting that our narrow-minded parents had produced only lesbian daughters. My sister, just a year older than me, hinted at the lengths she'd had to go to hide her sexuality from the family. Moving to the city had seemed like the best thing, as soon as she was old enough.
I hugged Jessica, feeling closer to her than ever before.
"Tomorrow night, I'll take you out to the one of the lesbian bars," my sister promised. "We could both find some action. I haven't been laid in a month."
She told me stories about friends and lovers she'd met in the local lesbian scene. I couldn't wait.
"Time for bed," said my sister eventually.
It was nearly 3am.
"I guess you're right," I sighed, slightly drunk. "Shall I sleep on the couch?"
"Not unless you want to wake up as a pretzel," Jessica joked. "No, you should crash with me."
"Thanks," I said, then groaned when I saw what a mess my pile of suitcases and bags was. "Gotta find something to sleep in."
"Worry about it tomorrow," my sister said. "You can borrow something of mine."
Something of hers, it turned out, meant something exceedingly sexy. In her bedroom, Jessica had a drawer stuffed full of lingerie and delicate nightwear. She just loved the whole ultra-feminine look, she explained.
I liked it myself, but I had to agree even more when my sister selected two matching baby doll and panties sets: one pink and one yellow.
"Here," she said, handing me the top from one set and the bottom of the other. "We can be cross-matching."
"Now that's sexy," I said, feeling the sheer material.
"You can change in here," Jessica explained. "I'll use the bathroom."
I took off all my clothes and put on the stunning pink baby doll. It was a just a wisp of ornate lace flowing across my breasts, with a little bow at the front to hold it together. The panties were even more revealing; a delicate sliver of yellow fabric that barely covered my pussy. It teased its way up the crack of my ass and was held in place by bows at my hips.
It was a good thing I kept my pubic hair trimmed down to nothing to complement such an outrageously sexy pair of underwear.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and just wanted to touch myself all over. I tried putting my hair up, imagining myself in the eyes of a lover. Searching for a hair tie, I opened my sister's bedside drawer. There I found what I was looking for, and much more: I spied a few toys, and explicit pictures of my sister and various girlfriends.
I looked away quickly, but the images were burned into my brain.
My sister. Making love to women. In this bed.
Just then, Jessica came into the room.
"Like this," she said.
Putting her hands on my hips, she tugged my panties up so that they rode high on my hips.
"God, you look good in that, Jenny," my sister said as she stood behind me.
She put her hair up to match mine. We looked gorgeous, side by side at the mirror, I had to admit. Matching bodies, matching blonde hair, matching faces, matching lingerie...we could almost have been twins.
Jessica climbed into bed, and I walked around to the other side. As I slid under the sheets beside my sister, it really hit me that I was finally away from the stifling conservatism of home. At last, I was free to be myself. And tomorrow night, I would make my debut in the lesbian community.
It may me feel very adult, and kind of sexy, too.
I was acutely aware of my sister's body in the bed beside me, and of my own near-nakedness.
I thought about the pictures.
"Goodnight, Jenny," said my sister.
"'Night, Jess," I replied.
I leaned over to give my sister a goodnight kiss and she propped herself up to receive me.
It was supposed to be just a simple sisterly kiss, but the moment our lips touched it felt like something else. The kiss was brief, but we parted slowly.
