Sister

Alison and  I don’t see each other very much, if at all these days. We live about half a mile away from each other so really, this is unforgivable, and it is entirely my fault. My working life has become hectic, and my love life with Emily passionate and sometimes all consuming. Anyway, Ally has The Lovely Chris, so why would I intervene? 

So when the doorbell chimed and there stood Ally, I threw myself into her arms and squeezed! We settled into the lounge and Dani, ever attentive to people’s needs, brought two to-die-for hot chocolates and promptly disappeared telling us she had the laundry and ironing to do - even though I knew she’d done it all yesterday. Bless her. 

We sat and sipped this wonderful concoction and just chatted easily. Drinks finished a warm, all pervading silence wrapped us both in its loving arms. Sometimes, you just don’t need to talk. Ally broke the silence. “It started in a lounge, didn’t it? That first time.” I must admit, I wasn’t with her for a moment. “You know…the first time we…..” she left the sentence hanging while Miss Brain kicked my bum for me. “Oh…yes….yes it did. Hey, remember that cheesy old movie we were watching?”

“No. All I remember was being overwhelmed with the desire to do something sexual….in front of you….with you.” I didn’t know that. I thought she’d just been taken over by the sex scenes and needed to take care of herself. After all, we hadn’t even attempted to touch one another that time. 

“I really wished we’d done each other.”  Fuck….really? 

Another silence. 

“I…….miss you.” The weight of the world was in those three words. I felt suddenly incredibly guilty. Alison and I had developed really a quite tremendous sex life together when I lived at home and especially during the lockdowns. There wasn’t much we hadn't done with, to and on one another, and I realised that when I moved out….that was that. Even though she has The Lovely Chris, I didn’t give a thought to the fact that she might actually miss…..er…..us in that way. Fuck….talk about guilt trip, much. 

But just because someone says they miss you isn’t necessarily an invitation to the dance. The ensusing silence stretched, it seemed, to the end of time. Someone had to break it, and unhelpfully, Miss Brain shrugged her shoulder and said, “Don’t look at me. You’re on your own with this one kiddo.” 

“Ally…..I am so sorry. I miss you too that way more than you know. It’s no consolation I know, but I masturbate thinking about you daily.” Even as I said it I realised it was true. I masturbate a minimum of four times a day, usually more, and Alison is always a feature of at least one of them. 

“I do too. Chris is divine, and I couldn’t ask for a more wonderful person in my life, in my bed or in me, but….it isn’t the same, is it? What we did wasn’t just loving…it didn’t just fill the boredom, or even give us sexual release….it was also….” She fumbled around for the word “…naughty too, wasn’t it? Two lesbian sisters. That breaks a few taboos.” 

A wave almost crushed me with its suddenness and sheer weight. God, I wanted her. Right here…right now…on the lounge floor….bent over the couch…..I wanted to suck her, fuck her in every hole, but above all, I wanted to love her….to make love to her. Then Ally did the sexiest thing imaginable. Her knees moved ever so slightly apart. Just enough to show her panties. All the time, her eyes never left mine. 

As for me, my body was a raging torrent of conflict. On the one hand, I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out. While on the other, I wanted to hold her tenderly like the most delicate orchid. I slithered off my chair onto my knees and crawled to her in penitent obeisance. Her knees opened a little further to allow me against her and I put my arms round her waist. “Ally, I am so sorry. It’s been so mean of me to just…ignore you….ignore us…and…” she didn’t let me finish. She leaned forward and kissed me. “It takes two, Anna. I’ve been remiss as well."

Four hours later.

We never made it to my bedroom. Instead a guest room served, and on the bed, I gently stripped her savouring and worshipping every inch of her, and every stitch of her clothing. Her panties were drenched by the time I got them off her, and I resolved to keep them. I have a plan for them later today. At first, we made love, tenderly, gently, until orgasms washed over us almost lazily like waves on a tropical beach. 

Then came the savagery. Suddenly there were no more gentle touches, no more softness, no more tears rolling down one another’s cheeks. There was savage, brutal finger fucking. There was bum licking, there were fingers in both holes. There was squirting and at one point Alison dragged me almost forcibly into the wet room (that particular bedroom has an all-in-one wet room…very handy) forced me to my knees and peed on me, making me cum without even needing to touch myself. I reciprocated the gesture at her request. The soundtrack accompanying this phase was a dialogue of, “Fuck me….finger me you bitch……ahhhhhh….you fucking cunt, you’re gonna make me cummmmmmmm”. 

Resting in each other’s arms, naked and freshly showered, Ali broke the silence with, “What’s she like? Emily. Does she taste nice? Smell nice?” A flash of a memory surfaced. Briefly, during the time we were having sex before I moved out, and after the lockdowns, I had spiced things up by ‘acquiring’ the panties of someone I knew. Ali had thoroughly enjoyed smelling and sucking someone else while I was sucking her off. I slithered off the bed and retrieved a pair of Emily’s. “Here. See for yourself.” She took them, half them for a while, found the sweet spot in the crotch and, inhaling it deeply, slowly began to masturbate. This time, Miss Brain did tap me on the shoulder warning me to, “Just watch. She doesn’t want you right now.” I have to say, watching my sister masturbate with my wife’s panties was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. 

Later that evening after dinner, I told Em what had happened….including the part that she was part of it in a way. Emily rolled it round her head for a few moments. “You know, she’s right. You can’t just do all that and walk away leaving each other cold. You need to get together now and then I think.” I asked if she minded me getting her panties. “Of course not. In fact, I have a question for you. If Alison wanted….would you be ok with me having sex with her?” I mulled this over….

…..”only if I can watch.”