Curious Girls Ch. 37

"Sure," Sara looked toward me, still smiling. "What's on your mind?"

"I didn't ask before because I figured you would tell me when you were ready. But I feel like not asking more questions is part of what let us drift apart--let Tamara take advantage of you. But you and Amber... What was that about?"

"Me and Amber?" Sara's smile disappeared. "I'd almost forgotten about her."

"We don't have to talk about it."

"No! No, it's okay." Sara paused. "Amber was... a weird fluke."

"Oh?" I pressed.

"I never should have gotten involved with her," she continued.

"Because of Amber specifically? Or because she's, well... a she," I asked, continuing to press for details. I couldn't explain why but, somehow, knowing Sara and I were alike in our views toward the fairer sex made me feel closer to her--like maybe we weren't so different after all.

"Oh, I'm not gay," Sara laughed. "That date was a mistake in communication and I didn't want to bail because I was afraid of you getting cold feet with Madison."

"Oh," I replied, feeling as if I'd been doused with cold water. "And Tamara?"

"What about her?"

"You were with her for awhile--before she forced you, right?"

"I mean--yeah, I guess so," Sara hedged.

"Did you enjoy being with her during that time?"

"I-I was confused," Sara stammered. "I like guys. I don't really... could we talk about something else?"

"Sure," I replied, taken aback. "I didn't mean to--"

"It's okay," Sara interrupted, smiling again. "Really. I just don't want to think about Tamara right now." She rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "I'd rather hear what mischief you've been up to in my absence."

"Me? Mischief?" I laughed. "Well, I did started seeing Madison,"

"You have a girlfriend?" Sara gasped excitedly.

"No, not exactly. Nothing so official. But she was there for me when I had no one else."

"Well, I hope she realizes how special you are," Sara smiled, pulling a strand of hair out of my face.

"She does. I don't let her forget it," I giggled.

"Well, good for you," Sara replied, stifling an unexpected yawn.

"Is my love life boring you," I asked teasingly.

"Never! I just--"

"I'm joking," I exclaimed. "It's late. We should go to sleep soon."

"I call dibs on the floor," Sara exclaimed quickly, covering her kindness with humor.

"Not a chance. You--on the couch. I'll take the floor."

"But--," Sara started to protest.

"Not another word," I insisted, "Now get off my bed," I slapped at her ass playfully until she finally relented and climbed onto the couch.

"Krista?" Sara asked as she stretched out on the couch. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," I replied, closing my eyes.

*****

Sara opened her eyes to find a shadowy figure hovering silently over her head. Although it was dark, this situation was all too familiar. Sara was staring directly between the legs of a woman who towered over her. The figure's long hair hung down, mostly obscuring the face. But Sara couldn't mistake what she saw in those eyes. It was a mixture of love and intense desire.

"I thought I had lost you," the figure whispered, running her fingers through Sara's hair. "But I'll make sure she never takes you away from me again, even if I have to kill her."

"How did you find me," Sara whispered, mouth dry. "How did you figure out where I was?"

"Dumb luck, really. If you can call it that. But why don't we save that story for tomorrow?"

She lowered her mound to Sara's face, and Sara felt her body shaking as Tamara's wet lips gently caressed Sara's mouth.

"No," Sara whispered, panic taking over. "No. Stop. Please. No. No. No," she begged quietly. Where was Krista. Had Tamara hurt her?

Sara's breaths grew short, and she began to struggle with every fiber of her being. She lashed out with all of her strength, clawing at the shadowy figure with a ferocity she hadn't realized she still possessed.

*****

"Sara. Wake up, you're having a nightmare." Sara was suddenly aware that she was being gently shaken. "Sara, it's OK. You're safe."

"Krista?" Sara replied as she realized her sister was sitting next to her on the couch. Tamara was nowhere to be found. "A dream? It was just a dream?" Sara asked groggily, a wave of relief washing over her.

"Don't worry, you're safe here. Safe with me." Krista whispered comfortingly as she ran her fingers through Sara's hair. "I guess a few nightmares are to be expected after what you've been through."

It was just a dream. It was just a dream. Sara repeated the affirmation endlessly in her head like a prayer. Her heart was still racing as Krista stood up to return to her pallet on the floor.

Sara reached out instinctively and grabbed her sister by the wrist. "Don't leave me... please."

Krista smiled reassuringly. "Let me just put some more wood in the fireplace, and I'll join you on the couch."

Sara's eyes followed Krista as she grabbed two pieces of wood from the pile next to the wall and pushed one of them cautiously into the fire. The flames were only just beginning to die down, and the shadows it created were hypnotic.

Krista attempted to nudge the second piece of wood through the opening, instead sending it tumbling onto the hearth. She giggled.

"You're drunk," Sara laughed. She felt her own words come sluggishly. She hadn't realized she so tipsy herself. The alcohol must have taken some time to fully hit her, because she felt more drunk than when she'd fallen asleep.

"No, you're drunk," Krista giggled back, biting her lip. She finally managed to finesse the second piece into the fire.

Sara continued to watch the way the firelight lit the room, casting long shadows. She watched the way the firelight danced over her sister's smooth, bare skin. Her chest and the side of her breast were illuminated while shadows danced around her buttocks. As Krista turned, Sara found herself transfixed. She couldn't stop herself from noticing how beautiful Krista's breasts looked in the firelight. She had always known her sister was more blessed than herself when it came to their breasts, but--damn.

Sara was almost certain that Krista's breasts were smaller than Tamara's, but considering Krista weighed a good five to ten pounds less than Tamara despite the fact she was a couple of inches taller, her breasts stood out more on her slim frame.

"Are you OK," Krista asked, looking back at her.

Sara blushed, averting her gaze. "Sorry. I was just wondering again how you and Tamara got so lucky in the--breast department." She glanced down at her own B-cups.

"Don't you dare put yourself down," Krista scolded. "You're perfect, just the way you are. Besides, I don't think you want to be more like Tamara anyway, do you?"

"Well, no," I conceded, my face still hot. "I wouldn't mind being more like you though," I winked at her.

"Now, stop being so down on yourself and scoot over." Krista bounced over, climbing under Sara's blanket. Sara turned, facing the couch and let her sister hold her from behind.

"I meant what I said," Krista spoke up, resting her chin on Sara's arm.. "You're stunning. And these are perfect," she reached around and playfully squeezed Sara's breasts."

"Stooop," Sara blushed, wiggling away.

"Some day, you'll find a guy who thinks so too. And you'll realize your little sister was right all along. As usual," she laughed.

Krista wasn't normally this touchy-feely. Sara suspected the alcohol, but she found she didn't mind. She was just so happy to be away from Tamara. And she felt safe in her sister's arms. Her little sister's arms.

"I feel like I should be the one comforting you," Sara said, holding Krista's arms tightly under hers.

She shushed Sara. "You've always been there for me. Let me be here for you now."

Soon, all that could be heard was the crackling of the fire. Sara breathed deeply, the sense of peace wrapping her like a warm blanket. Feeling safe for the first time she could remember in a long, long time--Sara finally drifted back to sleep.

*****

Sara awoke, feeling anxious. She rolled over, momentarily confused by where she was only to find herself looking directly into her sister's eyes.

"Can't sleep?" Sara asked.

"No. You?" Krista replied.

"Not a wink."

"Too bad we can't put the TV on to kill some time. It's so quiet."

"How did people entertain themselves before technology?" Sara asked, somewhat rhetorically.

"Honestly? People had a lot more sex because there was nothing else to do."

"Really? I mean, I guess that makes sense," Sara laughed. "But that doesn't really help us."

"No, of course not. But I can think of one way to kill the time that doesn't require any lighting."

"What's that?"

Krista licked her lips nervously, leaning in suddenly and kissing Sara's mouth. Sara was too surprised to even respond, and she pulled away. "Sorry, I guess it's probably weird now. After all, I guess we don't really need the practice anymore," Krista stammered apologetically.

Sara hesitated a moment before leaning forward, kissing her sister back. "I guess there's no harm if it's just for fun."

They exchanged half a dozen soft pecks when Krista asked, "So, do you like kissing me more than you like kissing Michael?"

"What? Of course not," Sara replied quickly. Krista looked crestfallen. Her kisses stopped abruptly. "I mean... that would be weird, wouldn't it? Sara asked defensively.

"No, you're right," Krista responded.

"But it's still something to do to pass the time," Sara responded after a long silence.

"We can just consider this kissing practice if that's less awkward for you," Krista offered quietly.

"You know what? Fuck it. I do think it's fun, and I'm not going to apologize for it." Sara reached behind her sister's head and pulled it to hers. Sara had forgotten how soft Krista's lips were.

"I think it's fun too," Krista said timidly between kisses. They continued pecking each other, soft popcorn kisses--each kiss lingering slightly longer than the previous. The kiss wasn't intense at all, but Sara could feel her breath quickening. "I guess you'd have fun kissing anyone though?" Krista prodded.

Sara responded by pushing her mouth harder against her sister's. She didn't know if she would enjoy kissing anyone else as much. She knew she enjoyed kissing her sister more than Tamara. Hell, she might even enjoy kissing her sister more than Michael although she'd never admit that to Krista. Krista's lips were just so soft, despite the passion behind each of her kisses. Why did Sara like kissing her sister so much? It was weird, and she knew it. But after being trapped with that sadistic bitch for so long, Sara was just happy to relax and enjoy herself without overthinking things for once.

"Shut up and kiss me," Sara whispered to Krista. Krista obliged, and Sara could sense Krista's own breath quickening, keeping with the escalating intensity of their makeout session.

Their lips were no longer pulling away from each other, the popcorn kisses melding seamlessly into an endless dance of soft, wet lips. Each kiss became indistinguishable from the next--separate, yet all part of the same kiss.

Sara felt Krista's tongue dart tentatively into her mouth, and she met it with her own. When they had been practicing, there had been so much anticipating, thinking, and analyzing. At the time, she had also felt a little guilty because she had known it was wrong on some level, even if it was only for practice. Now, Sara was fully caught up in the moment and her brain was finally turned off. She just let her body respond, and she found her and Krista's tongues locked in a furious battle for control of the others mouth. Sara wanted her tongue in Krista's mouth--in her sister's mouth. That thought made her hesitate.

As she allowed herself to be distracted, Krista won the battle, pushing her tongue past Sara's lips into Sara's mouth. Sara forced herself to stop thinking, letting herself enjoy the sensations of tongue on tongue. She sucked gently on Krista's tongue, because that's what you were supposed to do--right? Fuck. She turned her brain off yet again, not letting herself care about why she was doing any part of what she was currently doing.

She continued to suck, gently letting her sister's tongue slip through her lips, only to suck it back into her mouth. She was acutely aware of how close they were. She could feel her sister's breath on her lips, their breasts pressing into each other.

Fuck. This was all too intimate, too personal. Sara pulled away, catching her breath.

"I just need a minute," Sara gasped. Why was she having so much difficulty relaxing? She noticed a half-bottle of wine sitting on the side table, and she grabbed it. Downing the entire bottle in several swallows, she noticed Krista staring at her, a mixture of shock and amusement on her face. Sara didn't respond, instead dropping the bottle to the floor and pushing her mouth back against Krista's.

*****

Sara awoke in a daze. It was nearly dark, and only embers remained in the fireplace. She looked over at her sister, sleeping soundly. A half-finished bottle of wine sat on the side table next to them.

Didn't I finish that?

Everything was hazy. She knew she'd finished it, yet there it sat directly in front of her. That's when she realized she must have been dreaming. That made a lot more sense than the alternative. Still, it had been a nice dream. Her and Krista had never made out like that before, and she would never have wanted them to, but she had to admit she'd like the way it felt to let herself get caught up in the moment.

She felt a pang of guilt, realizing she was slightly wet from the dream. The passion--the intensity of the kiss--it had been enough to get her quite worked up. But fuck--it was her sister. Taking a cue from her dream, she grabbed the bottle and downed it--for real this time.

Sara found herself thinking back to the dream. She would never admit it, but she found herself secretly hoping her next dream would continue from where the previous left off.

*****

She opened her eyes to the sensation of soft lips on hers. Her wish had been fulfilled, it seemed.

She didn't waste any time, immediately rolling over and pulling her sister on top of her. Perhaps she should have focused on imagining someone other than her sister, but she'd make do with what her brain chose to give her. Krista was certainly not the worst option. It was better than dreaming about Tamara, by a long stretch.

Krista straddled her, and they immediately fell into heavy petting as if Sara had never woken up. Sara looked at Krista, noticing again how nice her body was in the firelight. And those breasts. They were, at least, very similar in size to Tamara's. Yet, they were even more stunning somehow. If this were real life, Sara would have been afraid to let her eyes linger too long. However, as this was only a dream, Sara allowed herself to stare like a lecherous schoolboy who was seeing a woman's breasts for the first time. Part of what Sara felt was envy. Part was something else entirely. And perhaps she was running on autopilot from her time with Tamara, but Sara found herself filled with a strangely intense desire to kiss Krista's breasts.

She guided Krista forward and down until her sister's breasts hovered just over her face. She buried her face in them, letting her lips and tongue began to caress every inch of her sister's perfect, perky breasts.

"Sara?" she heard Krista ask, "What are you doing?"

Sara didn't respond, but she knew somewhere deep inside that even in a dream, this was wrong on so many levels. She shoved those feelings down and let her tongue slide over Krista's nipple, closing her lips around it as she gently suckled. Her hand caressed the other breast, and she heard Krista sigh with pleasure. Sara's pussy was on fire.

"Fuck me," she heard herself say.

"What?" Krista asked with confusion. "What are you--,"

"Shut up and fuck me," Sara moaned, feeling an intensity she'd never felt before. She'd not intended to say that, but that was the way of dreams. They happened the way they wanted, even sometimes while in an active dreaming state.

Krista hesitated, then scooted back. Sara didn't even know what she meant by the demand, only that she wanted release desperately.

Krista lifted Sara's leg up, holding it between her breasts as she positioned herself over Sara's pussy. Krista whispered once more, "Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," Sara moaned back.

With that, Sara felt Krista's pussy press against hers. It was every bit as wet as Sara's, if not more so.

This is just like that scene I watched at Tamara's. Sara thought to herself.

Sara heard herself moan as Krista began softly pressing her sex into Sara's. "Fuck, that feels nice." She could barely make out the form of her sister in the darkness, and she was thankful for it. Despite this being a sex dream which she was enjoying quite thoroughly, seeing her sister on top of her might be a bit too much. Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on the sensations of slick pussy rubbing all over hers, pressing harder by the second. Their clits rubbed together, and it felt heavenly. She could hear the sound of their wet lips as Krista alternated between thrusting and grinding.

She tried to think of someone else, if only to assuage her guilt for having such a dream about her sister. But who was there to think about? Not Amber. Definitely not Tamara.

"You can touch my breasts... if you still want to," Krista moaned, grabbing Sara's hands and pulling them to her chest. Sara let her hands rest hesitantly on Krista's bosom, but she found herself opening her eyes wanting to see once more that magnificent sight. They really were quite stunning, and they felt felt incredible under her fingers. Krista's skin was so soft. Sara squeezed tenderly, feeling Krista's thrusting against her pussy grow harder as Sara continued to massage her sister's sumptuous tits.

I wonder if it really feels this nice? Sara contemplated, feeling a momentary sadness as she realized she would never experience this in real life. Her and Michael would never be able to share in this experience together.

Well, I'm damn well going to enjoy it now. Sara thought defiantly.

She thought to the video and began to mimic the thrusting of the bottom girl, grabbing Krista's ass as she thrust her own pelvis upward. The only sounds that could be heard in that moment was a mixture of deep breathing, pleasured moaning, and the sound of very, very wet pussies slapping into each other over and over again. As the pleasure threatened to overwhelm them both, they began grinding and pulling at each other like animals. Krista leaned down, squeezing Sara's own small breasts.

At that moment, Sara felt her pussy erupt with a more intense pleasure than she could remember.

Krista continued mashing her pussy against Sara's, her own orgasm coming seconds later. Sara continued groping her sister's ass. Their thrusts slowed until Krista came to a rest on Sara's mound, her breathing ragged as she struggled to catch her breath. She tumbled onto Sara, gripping Sara's face between her hands and kissing her as she ran her fingers through Sara's hair.

Damn. Sara thought. For a straight-laced straight girl, there is something really fucking broken in my brain.

To be continued...