Tabby yawned as she walked into her bedroom. It had been a good evening with a bottle of wine talking with her sister that she had not seen for four years. But now her mother had left for work as a night nurse and her drunken stepfather had returned. The two girls had decided to call it a night when he arrived not long after their mother had gone.
The young brunette walked to the middle of her room, stretching high in the air as she did. She flicked the small bedside light on then started to unbutton her jeans. They fitted tightly to her firm round butt and she had to ease them down to avoid taking her fine silk lace panties with them. Once they were at her feet she bent over to tug them, her white sox and trainers off in one shot.
Reaching high again she pulled the plain white t-shirt over her head, letting the long dark hair cascade back down her back, covering the white bra strap. Dressed only in her lace bra and panties she stepped forward to her dresser and picked up the hairbrush. Slowly she brushed out her hair, dragging the brush through the shiny hair. Soon it looked straight and beautiful.
She yawned once again as she walked to her bed. Her short shiny silk red nightdress lay under the pillow. Tabby laid it out on the bed like a red lake on her dark blue duvet. Then she reached behind her back and unclipped the white lace bra. She let it slip forward over her shoulders and tumble off onto the bed. Her breasts were small but firm, the nipples erect like little rocks. She stopped momentarily to look at her beauty, touching her breast with her hand gently.
A smile appeared on her lips. This was the sexiest time of the day. Tabby often felt turned on by the sight of her own body just before bed. A light tingle went through her body and her hand moved to her lace panties. She let the finger travel across the outside of her crotch, feeling her damp pussy beneath the soft material.
Then the 18-year-old slipped a thumb in the side of the flimsy panties and tugged them down. The white panties joined the white bra laying on the edge of her bed.
Tabby turned to face the mirror, examining her naked body. Next she ran her hand over her hard nipples, down across her firm belly to touch her trimmed pussy hair. She sighed softly before turning back to the bed. Quickly, as though disgusted with herself, she slipped the red nightdress over her head. Within a minute she was in the bed with the light out.
The sexy thoughts returned, but rather than play with herself Tabby just smiled to herself and rubbed her thighs tight together. She was tired and would be asleep soon.
Less than a minute after turning out the light Tabby heard some gentle footsteps in the hall. Her door was slightly ajar. She watched as it moved further open and a figure stood, framed by the light from the hall.
"Are you still awake?" Diane whispered. Tabby's sister had walked into the room.
"Yes," Tabby replied, sitting up in the darkened room. She reached for the bedside light. The room filled with a low yellow glow from the weak light.
Diane was slim and tall like Tabby, she also had dark hair, but not as jet black as Tabby. At 23 Diane walked with more adult allure than the teenage Tabby, her long legs stretched from below the short silk robe she wore. Without asking she sat herself cross-legged on the end of the young girls bed.
"How have you been able to put up with him?" Diane asked.
"What do you mean?" Tabby smiled at her sister.
"That slob downstairs, he's so gross," Diane's nose curled up in mock disgust.
"He's ok. Most of the time I just avoid him."
"I don't know what Mom sees in him myself," Diane said. "Do you know what he's doing now?"
"No," Tabby responded.
"He's watching some porno movie," Diane's dark eyes widened. "I could hear the grunting and that horrible music those films always play."
"How do you know what kind of music they play?" Tabby smiled sitting up a little higher in the bed.
Diane blushed as she looked at her sister's evil smile. "I just do, ok."
"Oh, I see Di," Tabby winked with a little giggle. "Tell me, do you use or deal?" The younger girl laughed out loud.
"Ho ho, neither, but I have had the misfortune of seeing one before."
"Misfortune! I thought they were pretty hot myself," Tabby confessed.
"Don't tell me he's corrupting you as well!" Diane gasped.
The two girls looked at each other and laughed.
"I have to say you are looking pretty good these days," Diane said admiring her sister in her red nightdress. "And that little red number really suits you." Her hand reached out to run over Tabby's breast in a gentle arc. A cheeky smile spread on the older sister's face.
"Hmmm…that felt nice," Tabby responded, her eyes closing and a smile appearing on her face.
Diane lent a little forward and kissed her sister softly on the cheek, sitting back with a seductive smile on her red lips. A nervous silence followed as Tabby looked into the dark eyes of her older sister. Without a word it was Tabby her leaned forward toward her sister this time, her lips gently meeting Diane's.
Their kiss grew deeper as their lips sealed together, slowly parting and tongues engaging each other. Diane's hand came up to cup Tabby's soft cheek, her other hand finding the 18-year-olds waist. Likewise Tabby reached for the delicate body of her sister, her hands finding her waist to hold the silk robe.
As the girls broke that first lingering kiss they looked deeply into each other's eyes. A smile spread across both sweet lips.
"I have never been with a man," Diane finally stuttered. "I have always preferred female company."
