Kylie pushed open the door of her parents house, unceremoniously dumping her duffle bag that contained all her soccer gear on the floor of the entrance way and kicked off her muddy cleats.
"Hi mom, I'm back from practice!" She shouted as she bounded up the staircase to her room, taking the steps two at a time.
"Hey sweetie!" Her mom replied, shouting from the other room "Don't forget, your sister will be getting in sometime today! Also please put your stinky clothes in the laundry hamper!!"
"Yes mother!" she shouted back as her face lit up. How could she forget!? Kylie had been looking forward to seeing her older sister Brooke for weeks. Kylie was 19, almost twenty, but Brooke was twenty two and enjoying her second year of university at a school that was just close enough to visit for an occasional weekend, but long enough away that it meant there were sometimes many weeks before she saw her sister.
She and her sister were extremely close, and were even more so while Brooke was still living at home. Both girls found that having a sister around was a great way to talk about and share the issues that they might not want to bring up with friends or parents. Brooke, being the trail blazing older child, had helped Kylie through many trials associated with being a young woman. They had tried to continue these sisterly talks while Brooke was away, via skype and texts, with some success, but it was just not quite the same. Though Kylie was certainly jealous of all the adventure and fun times Brooke hinted at having in college.
Kylie entered her room, swinging the door shut behind her. She kept her room tidy, with most of the wall space taken up by posters of famous soccer players and clubs. A neat row of trophies lined the shelf above her bed, medals dangling off a hook next to them, glinting in the afternoon sunlight.
She began to undress, wanting to take a shower so she could look presentable for her sister, who always gave her a hard time for her tom boyish appearance and behavior. She quickly shucked off her sweaty blue soccer jersey, briefly admiring her firm and flat tummy in the floor length mirror. She smiled at what she saw, her taut young form kept in line by many hours sweating on the field. She was slender but nicely toned, with her dirty blond hair tied up in a pony tail, showing her freckle dotted face that was more often described as cute than strictly beautiful. Part of that might also have been her height, which only was 5'2" at the moment. She hoped she would keep growing in collage. At least height wise she thought as she briefly cupped her small breasts, she was ok with those staying small, they usually just got in the way on the field as it was.
Then she wriggled out of her sports bra, letting her petite breasts breathe in the cool air of her room. Her small dark pink nipples stiffened slightly as she again cupped her now bare tits. Kylie took a deep breath and sighed, thinking once again about her problem. For Kylie did indeed have a problem, one she had been struggling with for a very long time.
For as long as she could remember Kylie had felt a little different from her friends. When she was younger and her peers were becoming more and more obsessed with boys, she found she was becoming less so, moving in some other unknown direction.
To her consternation she found her heart fluttering at the sight of her best friend's shapely legs as she tore down the soccer field, or the smell of someone's hair at a sleep over. At first she had tried to fight these urges and convince herself they were just a phase and that they would pass, but they never did. She didn't know if she was actually gay, but she was definitely confused. "bi-curious" was the term she had heard on TV. This confusion was so bad, and she was so worried what people might think that she never even told her sister. To this day it was the one and only secret that she had ever kept from Brooke.
She herself had never had anything against a person being bisexual or homosexuality in general; her parents had thankfully raised her in a home that promoted tolerance and respect for other's differences, even if you don't agree with them. However the same could not be said for her town. For Kylie lived in a small town in rural Georgia, and growing up she had heard nasty stories about the way people were treated in school if they were different in this particular respect.
Not only did she not want to be harassed by the other students in her small tight knit school, she did not want to risk losing the friends she had made by the time she had come to terms with her feelings during her high school years. She simply did not think losing her closest friends because of some dramatic confession was worth the potential return. In the end Kylie had decided that the best course of action was to just keep her head down, study and try to make it out of high school mentally and emotionally intact, after which she would be free to explore.
In the end the plan had actually worked out great in some unexpected ways. Her parents, especially her father, had been overjoyed at the fact that she had shown little interest in the litany of boys that were always following her around, asking for dates. Her free time that usually would have been spent going to parties went to school work, earning her stellar grades. And finally, the raging and red hot sexual frustration she often felt was directed onto the field, earning her a free ride scholarship to the University of Washington next year. It was perfect, a whole new life in a liberal university far from home! It would be the perfect chance to finally explore her feelings, experiment, and maybe actually learn who she really was.
But despite this promising future, there were times she could not help herself and she really wished she had somebody special in her life. Somebody to talk to, or go to dinner with... Or to kiss and fall asleep next to... or more. Almost against her will her mind drifted to a particular team mate and her hand drifted in kind to her flat stomach, tracing slow circles lazily. Her friend Emily really was amazing: Pale skin, shockingly red hair and breasts that made Kylie lightheaded and need to look away. She thought back to the other day in the school shower, seeing Emily lather her athletic form with body wash, paying special attention her soapy breasts that were so large and voluptuous and yet still gravity defying in their perkiness. As Kylie stood in her room and imagined they were her own hands gently massaging those ivory white boobs, gently grazing the light pink nipples with her palms, her hand deftly slid under the waist of her mesh shorts and she cupped her mound firmly as her other hand squeezed her own breast tighter.
Kylie let out a soft sigh and just as she was starting to gently rub herself through her cotton panties the door to her room burst open violently and a shrieking blur shot across the room and wrapped her in a huge bear hug. "Ky! I missed you so much!!" her sister Brooke yelled.
"Jesus don't knock or anything sis!" Kylie replied. She quickly hugged her sister back, hopefully hiding any evidence of what she had been doing. "Hmm I missed you too though." It felt really nice to be embraced by someone she thought, as Brooke continued to hold her for a few seconds longer than a normal hug required.
"Looking hot little sis!" Brooke said as she finally released Kylie from her embrace. "All the sports are obviously paying off! So tell me again why you don't have like three boyfriends right now?"
