Saturday Morning Surprise - My Sister Thinks I'm Sexy #1
Prologue
I'm Carrie Smith. I'm a pretty average college student. I study, go to parties and stress about the future. I'm also a lesbian who's in love with her younger sister. See? Average.
My younger sister Leslie is just a year younger than I am. She's smart, pretty and popular. She's also still in the closet. Our parents know about me; I've been dating girls since middle school. Leslie on the other hand, had only had boyfriends so far, so our parents had no reason to suspect that we've been sleeping together.
Our mom is always busy at the office or away on business. Our dad is the homemaker, but he spends a lot of his time making sure our 12 year old brother gets to his various activities. It's never too hard for my sister and I to find some time alone.
Even before we started having sex, Leslie and I had been close. The two of us had always been best friends; she'd talk to me about anything. After she broke up with her last boyfriend, she had told me that she was done dating guys. I joked with her and said that she should give girls a try. Then, she told me that the only girl she'd really want to date was me. Since then, we've been lovers.
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It was a normal Saturday morning. I stirred in my bed then started to stretch and wake up. Next thing I knew I bumped into something. It was my sister, Leslie, asleep next to me in an oversized t-shirt. She hadn't been there when I fell asleep; when did she sneak in? Mom was away for the week and Dad should be with Andy at his football game today. I sat up and glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was almost noon. That meant everyone was gone and Leslie had probably snuck in after they left.
I turned on my side and started trying to wake her up. I nudged her shoulder, but nothing happened. She looked like she was peacefully asleep as she lay there with her long, brown hair tied up in a messy bun and her face looking relaxed. One hand was rested lazily over her stomach and she moved it to her side as I shook her a little. Her shirt rode up and I realized she didn't have any panties on. Her nipples were clearly visible as I looked down at her chest. Suddenly, I thought of a better way to wake her. She had climbed into my bed looking completely vulnerable after all; she was begging for it. Knowing her, she might not even actually be asleep.
I gently ran my finger over Leslie's stomach. I found her belly button and traced circles around it before drawing a line up to her chest. She still hadn't moved, so I continued and teased my finger along her breasts; no response. I moved on to tracing around her hard nipples and I finally heard a sigh leave her mouth. Maybe she really was asleep.
"Leslie? Leslie, are you awake?"
She didn't respond, so I continued. This time, I lifted her shirt so her stomach was exposed. I traced lines around it like I did before; up, down and around. Instead of going up her body, I went down and traced the line where her panties would have stopped. I traced along the delicate insides of her thighs and that sensitive spot that met her hip. She moaned that time; softly, but like she was enjoying it. I glided my fingers down her thighs and her body shivered. I inched closer and closer to her pussy and she moaned before I had actually managed to touch it.
"I knew you weren't asleep," I said.
"Did you really?"
"Yup."
"How could you tell?"
"Just a feeling," I said before I leaned over and kissed her good morning. "When did you sneak in here?"
"When I heard Dad and Andy getting ready to go to his game this morning. I didn't think you'd mind."
"I don't mind... I just don't know what I'd do if they had come home before we woke up."
Leslie turned and looked at the clock behind her.
"Well, we've got about two hours before they'll be back."
