For Laurie - A fellow lit author and horny twisted chic!
My eyes flew open as the alarm bellowed briefly. I slammed my hand on top of it, sending it thumping to the floor, and restoring quiet to the room. Before I could gather my thoughts, the silence was broken again, this time by the ringing phone. I felt the chill of the air on my arm as I reached out from under my warm covers and grabbed the receiver.
"Trish? It's Fred…Just letting you know the office will be closed today."
"Yea, it's not worth it."
"Have you looked outside yet? There's at least six inches of snow on the ground, and it's still falling!"
I sat up hesitantly and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the streets were deserted, and everything was white. The usual dark sky was bright with falling snow.
"I don't imagine we'd get much done today anyway, so enjoy the long weekend. I'll see you on Monday."
"Oh yea, sure. Thanks Fred."
"Don't thank me, thank the weather!"
"I will. Bye"
I hung up the phone, and nestled comfortably back into my warm bed.
I drifted in and out of deep sleep until about 9:30, and decided it was time to get up. I rolled myself out of bed, stretched and got up, wrapping myself in a robe and heading to the kitchen, stopping only to turn up the heat.
I sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee and leafing through a gossip rag, enjoying the quiet of my unexpected snow day. With absolutely nothing planned, and nothing to get done, I just basked in the thought of the relaxing weekend ahead of me.
I yawned as I got up to stretch, and decided that a nice hot bath was what I needed as the chill of the air tickled my skin. I hadn't yet bothered to turn on any lights in the house, and the dim quiet kept me in a lethargic state.
I lit some candles in the bathroom as the tub filled with hot water, and stripped off my clothes. I took a brief second to critique my appearance in the mirror, and finally settled into the warm water.
My naked body soaking the hot water felt heavenly. I closed my eyes, and soon enough my mind began to wander. Before long, my mind settled on thoughts of sex. Knowing that I had nothing but time to myself, I let myself give in. After all, it had been so long since I've had the time to indulge in my sexuality, alone or otherwise.
My hands caressed my naked body, slowly teasing my erogenous zones, as my mind and body anticipated the pleasure to come. I was in no rush, and enjoyed the gentle teasing of my fingers on my body as my mind wove a collage of sexual fantasies. My breathing was slow and steady, and every muscle in my body was relaxed as I slowly reached my state of sexual meditation. It had been so long since I had the time to treat myself to this kind of sexual pleasure. I knew that once I really got started, it would be sometime before I finished, and the bath would get cold long before. I drained the tub and dried off. I didn't bother to re dress or even wrap myself in a towel as I headed back to my bedroom and got back into my warm bed.
I thought briefly of a former lover. The one who taught me about true pleasure. I thought back to the times we'd spent together, hours and days we spent just being together, naked in each others arms, surrounded by sexual energy, racing through our bodies, trading pleasure like I've never known before or since.
I was once again lost in my thoughts when the phone rang again. I quickly snapped out of my trance and answered it.
"Trish?" I recognized immediately that it was my sister Sara, but I couldn't understand why she was calling.
"Hey, what's up?" I thought that I sounded a bit annoyed that I was being disturbed, but she didn't seem to notice.
"I'm so glad I got you. I got snowed in at school and I can't get my car out to get home. Can I come to you for a little while?"
"Oh, I uh…"
"If I can't it's okay, I understand. I'll just stay here…"
"Of course you can come here, don't be silly. It's no problem at all. Work was cancelled so I'm here all day."
"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you…"
"You're not bothering me. Besides, what else would you do, sleep at school? You're always welcome here. Do you need a ride?"
"No, it's okay, I'll just walk. I'll see you in about 15 minutes."
"Okay sweetie, just walk in."
"Okay, bye Trish."
I hung up the phone and sat back on my pillows taking a deep breath.
"So much for that." I said to myself. My pussy was tingling, and I was definitely in need of release. I thought about getting myself off quickly before Sara arrived, but then I remembered I had the whole weekend in front of me. I decided to hold off, knowing that the end result would be that much better if I kept myself in anticipation.
Sara's school was just a few blocks away from me, and she would stop by from time to time, but she always called first. I don't know why, I guess that's just the way she is. We haven't seen each other for any length of time in while though, due to our busy schedules.
Sara is very quiet and shy, completely unlike the way I was when I was eighteen. I'm only four years older than her, but because of my life and my job I've had to mellow out considerably. She is a beautiful girl, but she's not the type to flaunt it, and I don't think we've ever talked about dating or sex or anything remotely close, so I don't know much about her personal life. She, in turn, doesn't know much about me either. It's not that I wouldn't tell her, but like I said, our conversations never took that turn.
I briefly wondered about her sexuality as I made my bed and covered myself with my robe. It occurred to me that she has never introduced me to anyone that may have been a potential lover, or even companion. Curious. I wondered if perhaps she was hiding something. Or could it be that she just wasn't interested? Could she still be a virgin? I'd never thought of it until now, and it peaked my curiosity. It was true that we never discussed this type of thing, but there was certainly no question as to my standing. She had, on occasion, met several of my boyfriends at the time. It wasn't until later that I discovered my interest in the same sex. I recalled how that left me confused for quite some time, until I was able to come to terms with my sexuality. I wondered if that sort of thing had a tendency to be hereditary.
I don't know why I was dwelling on these thoughts that had never before occurred to me. It was more than likely no doubt attributed to my own current state of arousal, but either way, I decided that I wanted to find out. I heard the door open and close, and I knew Sara had arrived. I called her name, and heard her making her way to the bedroom as I tightened my robe.
She walked to the doorway pressing her arms tightly to her chest. Her wet hair hung in ringlets from her knit cap against her face and over her shoulders. Her pale skin was flush, and her lips were quivering.
"Sara! Oh my God you're freezing! C'mon, let's get you warmed up."
I turned her around and steered her into the bathroom. I reached into the tub and turned on the hot water.
"Get your clothes off. The hot water will warm you up." I pulled at her jacket, and she started to undress.
"Get into the shower, and I'll make us some tea."
I took a towel from the closet, rested it on the sink top and closed the door. I started the water for the tea, and went back to retrieve Sara's clothes so I could put them in the dryer. I opened up the bathroom door and gathered her wet cold clothes. The cold made me shiver as I pressed the pile to my body.
I got into the basement and dropped the pile in front of the washing machine, and before I could turn the machine on, something caught my eye. I reached into the pile, pulling out a sexy black thong. I held it up, stretching it between my thumbs.
"I guess she's not so shy after all!" I said to myself. I don't know what made me do it, but I quickly brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled the light, familiar scent as it filled my nose. My body instantly tingled and my skin was covered in goose-bumps. I held it in for a second, then slowly exhaled as I dropped them into the washer. I picked up the rest of her things and put them in as well, except her jacket, which I hung on a line to dry. My pussy was tingling once again, and I hadn't even thought about the fact that it was my own sister's scent that made it happen.
I got back upstairs, and Sara was standing in the hallway, tightly wrapped in her towel.
"Trish, do you have anything…"
"Yea, hang on, I'll get something."
She smiled and went back into the bathroom. I grabbed my only other robe from my closet and brought it back to her.
"Here" I said as I handed it to her. "No need to get all dressed up! Might as well be comfortable."
She smiled and took it from me. I went back to the kitchen to pour the tea.
We sat at the table, talking a little and drinking our tea. She was feeling warmer by now, cradling her hands around her cup and looking down at the floor.
"You don't have to thank me."
"Mom and dad will be home soon. When my clothes are dry I'll call them to pick me up."
"What for? Why don't you just stay here tonight, and tomorrow we'll get your car?"
"Nah, I don't want to be a pain."
"Oh Please! Call the house and leave a message that you're staying with me tonight and stop being a pain in the ass!"
She smiled. "Where am I going to sleep?"
"On the couch! Where else? You can sleep with me, the bed's big enough."
"So, speaking of sleeping…any lucky guys lately?"
"C'mon Sara, you can tell me. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I don't know, just curious. I mean, I guess, well we never talk about that stuff, and I feel bad that I don't know these things about you. I just want to know you better, that's all."
"Oh. Well, what about you?"
"No. No one at the moment. Too busy."
"Oh, yea…me too."
"Sara, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Well, I'll ask, but you don't have to answer. Just don't get mad okay?"
"Are you…a virgin?"
She smiled. "Oh my God, I can't believe you asked me that!"
Her face turned red and she looked back down at the floor.
"Aaaah! So have you done it a lot? I mean with a lot of guys?"
She laughed again. "No, not really."
"So, you're not a slut then?"
She looked up at me. "Eew! NO! Of course not!"
"Just checking! So what's the deal then?"
"Why do you want to know all this?"
"I told you. So tell me…"
She shifted in her seat and took a sip of her tea. I could see she was uncomfortable, but not mad, so I pressed on.
"C'mon, spill the beans."
She sighed. "You're not gonna like, go tell mom or something are you?"
I laughed. "Of course not! I would never do that! What you say stays here. So tell me."
"Fine. I had sex a few times with this one guy – we were sort of dating, and once with this other guy."
"Was it good?"
Her eyes widened and she smiled. Her face turned red again and she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, it was okay I guess."
"That's it? Okay I guess?"
"I don't know. Yea."
I shook my head. "What about girls?"
"What?" She looked at me as if she thought I knew something.
"Have you had sex with any girls?"
"Why would you ask me that?…Have you?"
"We're not talking about me. You have haven't you?"
I smiled, and she looked as if someone just ran over her puppy.
She wasn't very convincing, and as soon as she answered she took a sip from her cup. I was definitely on to something.
"Oh. I have. It's pretty good."
She gulped on her tea, put the cup down and stared at me.
"Sure. It was fun."
She was looking at me as if she was contemplating what to say.
"You mean you never even thought about it?"
"I uh…" She took a deep breath and mumbled something under her breath.
"It's okay Sara, you can tell me."
She looked at me, and looked as if she were about to cry.
"Honey what's wrong? Did I say something?"
"Okay. There's this girl…from school. One night, I don't know how it happened, we were just joking around, but then it got more…involved. We didn't have sex, but we did some stuff, and now…I don't know, I'm just confused."
I smiled. "Let me guess. You keep thinking about it, and you liked it but you can't admit it. You're afraid if you liked it you might be a lesbian, and you still like guys too. But you think about it a lot, and it really turned you on, and you wish you could have done more, but you're glad you didn't."
She stared at me with her mouth wide open.
I laughed. "I guess it's hereditary."
"Never mind. Listen Sara, You're fine. It's normal to feel that way. Don't get so hung up on what you call it, it doesn't matter. You are what you are. If you enjoyed it, that's okay, let yourself enjoy it."
"Listen, I can tell you anything, but it won't matter. You have to figure it all out for yourself. But you will, and everything will be fine."
"Really? So I guess you went through the same thing huh?"
She was quiet for a minute.
"So, what's it like?"
I smiled. "Well, that's also something you'll have to find out on your own."
She nodded her head. "Thanks Trish."
"Your welcome. Sara, anytime you want to talk, I'm always here."
She got up and gave me a big hug. I don't know if it was the smell of her hair, her body pressed against mine with nothing between us but the thin material of our robes, or the conversation. Perhaps all three, but I could feel my juices flowing, and my clit throbbing. It was all I could do to keep from excusing myself and heading straight to the bathroom. This time I was completely aware that it was my sister who was causing me to feel like this. I told myself it wasn't her, and that it was just everything else, but either way, I had no idea how I was going to last until tomorrow.
We spent the day just hanging around, watching movies on cable and talking about trivial things. It felt really nice to be hanging out like we were, spending "quality time" together. It's something that we had never done before, even when we were younger, but we agreed to make time for it in the future.
It turned out that Sara isn't as shy as I suspected her to be, I just didn't know her as well as I should have. Judging by some of the conversation we had she has a bit of a wild side to her. She didn't come flat out and say anything, but I was able to read between the lines, and pick up on some of the things she was hinting at. Of course, I may have been jumping to conclusions as well, and reading too much into what she was saying. Either way, she was definitely more open than I knew her to be. I still couldn't get over her confession of being with another girl. I really wanted to get back on that subject, but I didn't want to seem too forceful. Still, I couldn't stop imagining what my sweet little sister would look like, skin to skin with another girl.
I was thankful the whole day the my sister wasn't able to read my thoughts, and I tried my best not to reveal myself, but it was getting more difficult as time went on. I was cursing myself for not finishing what I had started earlier, telling myself that my heightened state of arousal left unattended was the cause for my mind to be working the way it was. Sara's openness in revealing her sexual desires to me, no matter how innocuous they may have been, was causing me to think things I shouldn't. It also didn't help any that she, and I for that matter, were both scarcely covered.
I caught myself the whole day, my eyes drifting over her revealed skin, staring as though I was in a trance, and pulling myself away suddenly when she spoke or moved. At times, it seemed as though she knew I was staring, and would move, as though I was making her self-conscious, and other times she moved to reveal more, as if she was enjoying my attention. I knew that this was all in my head, but the longer it went on, the more real it became.
It had been getting late, and the scattered conversation had all but given away to the television. We sat in silence, Sara watching the screen, not really following what was happening, and me watching Sara. The house was still completely dark; except for the glow of the television lighting our silhouettes, affording me the opportunity to steal long glances of her without her knowing. I had positioned myself in the corner of the couch while she sat slumped with her bare feet on the edge of the coffee table.
My eyes were scanning her bare legs. Her smooth pale skin highlighted from the soft light of the television, and the way her toes curled around the edge of the table, coupled with the thoughts I was having, had me practically panting. It was long ago that I had stopped telling myself that this was my sister, and that I shouldn't be thinking these things, allowing my mind to indulge freely in whatever thoughts it conjured. I don't know at what point I concluded that it was okay as long as these thoughts remained just thoughts. After all, I was never one to deny myself fuel for fantasy as long as that's all it was. There was certainly no harm in that.
It was a good long while that I let my mind run wild before deciding that I had gone as far as I could go. My skin had become warm and moist, my throat dry, and my heart was pounding in my ears. My pussy was swollen and tingling, aching to be touched, with no real possibility of it happening, at least not the way I wanted. Sara's eyes were heavy, fighting consciousness, and she was barely awake. I opened my eyes wide and extended my foot, gently nudging her ribs with my toes. She jerked and opened her eyes, seemingly a bit dazed.
"Why don't you turn off the television and we'll go to bed." I whispered. "The remote is by you."
She looked around, and lazily dropped her feet to the floor and pulled herself upright. She leaned over to grab the remote that was just out of reach on the table next to her. As she extended herself, she unknowingly revealed her bare butt to me, and my stomach leapt. I felt my clit instantly tingle and my juices churn as her pussy came briefly into view. She quickly settled back down, adjusting the robe and clicking off the television. I didn't have time just yet to dwell on what I had just seen, as we both stood up to go to bed.
We stood on either side of my bed, Sara stretching as I pulled back the blankets. She looked around quickly, and then back at me. I knew what she was thinking, but I didn't give her time to ask, as I quickly untied my robe and let it drop to the floor, slipping under the covers. She looked briefly stunned, but then hesitantly began to untie her own robe. I turned away from her, trying to act disinterested, and soon felt her weight on the bed as she slid in next to me. I rolled back to face her. She had the blankets pulled up to her neck, her hands clutching them tightly and her arms pulled tightly into her chest.
"It's freezing in here."
"It'll get warmer, just give it a few seconds."
She let out a quick shiver.
"I'm sorry, I didn't even think, do you want something to put on?"
"No, I'm okay."
"It's just that I usually never wear anything to bed…If you're uncomfortable…"
"No, I'm okay. I usually don't wear anything either, but I'm usually alone."
"Well, unfortunately, so am I."
She giggled. "I didn't mean it like that."
"I know. You warming up yet?"
"You want to cuddle?" I asked playfully. She giggled again.
"No thanks, I'll be okay."
"Okay, suite yourself."
I rolled away from her again, and we were both silent for a few minutes. I thought she would be sleeping soon, and my fingernails were already gently tickling my lips, impatiently waiting to go to work. I knew that I could get myself off undetected by my sister as long as I did it slowly, and she was asleep. It wouldn't be the first time I masturbated while someone slept unknowingly next to me in the same bed.