[Author's Note: This story is the sequel to "The Cameltoe." All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of eighteen.]
*****
I was exhausted and yet I couldn't sleep; conflicted by guilt but not ashamed. I wanted more, when less loomed larger. I wanted to seek comfort where it has always been. My sister Mikayla had always been my light in the darkness when I couldn't sleep.
The swim platform at our private pond had been the perfect crucible. Yesterday had been amazing. No, that doesn't describe it. Yesterday had been about self-awareness and sexual exploration. About enlightenment. My boyfriend Jimmy had tried to shock Mikayla and me by casually sunbathing naked. We enjoyed his subtle taunt. Yes, his nakedness had been visually stimulating to both of us. But for me, the heat had come from watching my sister. It was the way Mikayla had lusted after my boyfriend. And it was about discovering Mikayla's piercing and the stark beauty of her nakedness.
Yesterday wasn't just another page in my journal, it was a whole new chapter. Even though I was nineteen, my older sister had always treated me like I was a little girl. I wanted my sister to acknowledge my emancipation; my transition from baby sister to woman peer. She had done just that. Jimmy had been so turned on by our silent tryst that he had fucked me like it was our first time. I lust for the piston action of his rock-hard cock all the time. Which made it interesting that I equally enjoyed Mikayla's rough play and the girl-girl romp that left me with a sticky face and a newly found admiration for my sister.
*****
It was late Sunday evening and Mikayla would be going back to the dorm tomorrow. I pushed down my covers and sat naked on the edge of my bed. I contemplated walking boldly to my sister's room without dressing. Being caught naked outside of my bedroom by my parents didn't faze me. I enjoyed being naked in the house when no one was around. Occasionally, late at night when they were home, I'd be naughty and dart naked down the hall to the bathroom or downstairs to the kitchen and back.
It was three years ago, a little after midnight, the house was quiet, everyone was sleeping. I had darted to the bathroom at the far end of the hallway. I didn't know my mom was in the bathroom.
Startled by my sudden and very naked appearance my mother gasped, "Hannah!"
In what seemed to me like an eternity, but was really only a split-second, Mom assessed me from head to toe. As confident as I had been with my own clean-shaven nakedness in the locker room, standing there in front of my mother I was mortified.
Mom didn't bust a gut laughing or ooh and aah about how grown up I was, she simply said with a warm and all-knowing smile. "I haven't seen you run to the potty naked since you were three, you might want to grab your robe even if you're in a hurry."
Mom never brought the subject up again. I half-expected her to say something about my cleanly shaved pubis but she was way too cool to invade my personal space.
For me, modesty was a social norm not a personal one. Until yesterday, I lusted only for my boyfriend's hairy chest, tight butt, amazing cock and his unwavering fascination with my breasts and vagina.
I'm not one of those girls that envies how easy boys have it. Or hate the complexities of being female. I celebrate everything feminine about my body, especially the way that it drives boys crazy. Lust is lust, it works both ways. I have envied other girls but never lusted after one.
I decided not to shock the crap out of my sister. Passing on my birthday suit impulse, I went to my dresser.
I took my favorite pair of pink cotton panties out of my underwear drawer. I pulled them on and examined myself in the mirror. I liked the way the cotton panel laid flat against my pubis and created a bridge across my hips. I could run my fingertips under it without touching the elastic band. But most of all I loved the way the fabric caressed each fold of my labia. The panties were worn thin and produced a perfect cameltoe.
I stood in front of the mirror with my shoulders back and my hands on my hips. The mirror always presented me with a totally honest image of my body. Both of my breasts were equally sized, firm, and gravity defying. Perky, in that I couldn't pass the pencil test. Using both hands, I pushed them up and inward. Sexy cleavage yes, but not full enough to trap a hairbrush between them. Not small because they bounced just enough that when I ran or played volleyball, I needed a sports bra.
I slipped on a loose-fitting crop-top tee that cascaded over my breasts to my midriff. Silkscreened on the front of the tee was a "Hello Kitty" image. The first time I wore this sleep set for Jimmy he nicknamed it my "Jailbait" look. What he loved most about it was its easy access to the underside of my boobs and nipples.
*****
My parent's bedroom was at the far end of the hallway across from the bathroom. I tiptoed to my sister's bedroom which was halfway down the hall from mine. I quietly turned the knob, it wasn't locked. I gently pushed it open. My sister was lying in bed with the covers turned down to her knees, reading.
Mikayla looked over the top of her book at me. Without moving her head away from the book, she removed her right hand from inside her panties and used it to lift the duvet cover on the opposite side of her bed. Without speaking she returned to reading her book while holding the cover up. The silent gesture was both warm and inviting.
I slipped under the covers and snuggled close enough to her to ease my doubts. Mikayla didn't flinch when I rolled on my side, covered her right knee with mine, and draped my right arm under her breasts. I sighed deeply and felt my body shudder in release.
Mikayla's scent was intoxicating. The scent was a mixture of soap, lotion, perfume and clean sheets.
"I love you Mika." I said in the slightest of whispers.
"I love you too, now get some sleep." She whispered back.
*****
Sleep was the obvious choice but I decided to opt for door number two. My head was resting on the pillow with my lips next to my sister's right shoulder. The strap of her frilly camisole had slipped off and left her shoulder bare. I kissed her right shoulder and gently cupped her left breast through the sheer fabric with my right hand. Fearing that she might reject my curious touching I relaxed my hand and held it perfectly still.
Mikayla accepted my touch without putting her book down. As she turned the page, I could feel her nipple stir and then harden to a point against my palm. What happened next, only took an instant.
Mikayla rolled on to her right side facing me. Her left knee slipped over and straddled my right leg and her right breast pushed between mine. My right hand was still cupping her left breast and my lips were brushing hers.
"Kiss me, like you mean it." Mikayla whispered.
Unlike any boy that I'd ever kissed, Mikayla's lips were soft and full. The softness mixed with the taste of her fruity lip gloss was strange yet inviting. My lips parted with hers and her tongue shot past my teeth to the base of my tongue. I could feel the heat of her center squeeze against my leg. There was no mistaking Mikayla's urgency.
Mikayla broke the kiss and whispered, "Sissy, can you handle this or are you just fucking with me."
"Mika, this is no game, I want more..." I answered. But Mikayla cut me off with another kiss before I finished answering.
This time the kiss seamed endless. I was lost in a myriad of new sensations. Her sweet taste, erotic tongue movements and soft lips left me wanting to be closer. I yearned to crawl further inside her mouth. I put a hand behind her head and drew it closer without making the kiss harsher.
I flinched a little but did not break our kiss when Mikayla's hand slipped under my shirt. Jimmy's touch was nothing like my sister's. His touches were forceful, sexually deliberate and dominating. Her touch was sensual, delicate and delightful. I moved a hand to her breast and mirrored her caresses to include sensual nipple tugs and taunts.
I wanted to push my hand down over her tummy into her panties. The urge was both overwhelming and confusing. I knew exactly what it would feel like, but it wasn't my intimate place, it was hers. My mind was reeling, thousands of thoughts and sensations all happening while I remained focused on our kiss.
"Oh Mika," I moaned as she pulled my nipple tight.
