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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

   If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one.  Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this.  If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help.  You need it.  If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue.  But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

   A great thanks to Terry Steyaert for editing the story.





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the express, written permission of the author.

   Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.



   Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me.  Part 5





   'Tomorrow.  Tomorrow Sis will start the treatments,' Susan thought.  A
week had passed and they had managed to forget about the treatment, the
illness, but now it was too close for Susan to put it out of her mind. 
This was the last day.  They had slept together in Susan's big bed, kissed
and cuddled, but nothing more.  Susan's period had started the first night
and in a way it had been good.  It had given her time to get comfortable
with sharing her bed with another woman.  Susan felt ready now.  More than
ready; for the first time in her life, at least the first time after she
had found out what sex was about, she wanted to have sex.  There was still
a trace of anxiety, but Susan told herself it was because she was about to
do something she had always thought of as forbidden.

   Susan brought the tray into the bedroom, filling the room with the smell
of fresh bread and tea.  Drowsy, Sis sat up in the bed.

   "You're going to late for work."

   "I'm not going to work today.  It's the last day and we are going to
spend it together."

   "You're so sweet."

   It was cosy to sit close together in bed and eat breakfast.  Susan
thought it could become a ritual when something special was going to
happen. She had planned for something special.  After they had finished
eating she ushered Sis to the shower and cleaned up after them.  It was
impossible to eat breakfast in bed without spilling breadcrumbs and Susan
hated breadcrumbs in the bed.  By the time she had finished, Sis returned
from the bath, damp and fresh.

   "What's the hurry?  You look like we're late for something."

   She was right: Susan had hectic, red cheeks and appeared restless.

   "No, we're not late for anything.  I just...  I don't want you to go to
the hospital, you know, with us never being together.  You've been so
patient with me.  I want to spend the day in bed with you."

   "It sounds lovely but I have to be sure about one thing.  I really need
to know that you want to do this, not just for my sake, but for your own."

   "It is!"

   Susan though about it for a moment.  Sis looked a bit sceptical.  In a
way, Susan could understand why, and she desperately wanted to convince her
that she wanted to do this, but how?

   "Sis, what can I do to prove I really want to be with you?  I want to
feel you all over and inside me.  Lying close together in bed the last
couple of days has made me long to touch you.  I want to have sex with you.
I've never really wanted to have sex with anyone before."

   Susan felt her eyes flood and tried desperately to blink the tears away,
but Sis saw it.  She put her arm around Susan and pulled her close.

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean it like that, you have been through enough
and I don't want to be another one to just take when you can't receive."

   "I know.  It's all happening so fast, but I know what I feel.  I've
never been in love before; I've never wanted to have sex with anybody. 
I've never felt like I feel for you.  Please..."

   Sis sealed her mouth with a kiss.  It lingered on for minutes; a long
soothing kiss, making the tears disappear.  Susan's cheeks were still
blushing when they broke the kiss, but there were no sorrow in her eyes,
only anticipation and tenderness.  Sis almost shed a tear.  Hand in hand
they went into the bedroom.  They had seen each other naked every day since
Sis moved in, but Susan suddenly felt timid about taking off her clothes.
She thought about it and it almost made her laugh.  It was so ridiculous.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

   The zipper in her jeans acted up and Sis stepped in and helped. 
Giggling, they fought the zipper for more than a minute, pulling and
pushing Susan's jeans and the zipper.  The fabric was pulled tightly into
Susan's crotch and maybe Sis' hands put a little more pressure here and
there than strictly necessary.  Susan stopped giggling, her breathing
quickening and cheeks blushing.

   Finally the zipper opened.  Sis knelt in front of Susan and pulled the
jeans and panties down.  When Sis stood again the towel had come loose and
fell to the floor as she reached around to take Susan's bra off.  They
stood naked as close as they could without touching each other, feeling the
warmth of the other's body.  It was tantalising.

   "Are you scared?"

   "No.  Maybe a little anxious."

   "Promise me to tell me if I do something you don't like."

   "I will."

   Sis took Susan's hand a led her to the bed.  They kissed, like they had
done many times now.  Susan felt comfortable with kissing, she felt
comfortable caressing Sis' breast, and she felt ready for more; anxious but
ready.  Tentatively, her lips found Sis' nipple.  The surge in Susan's
stomach was definitely excitement, completely different from the way she
felt with a man.  It dissolved into a warm feeling, spreading throughout
her body, especially to her crotch.  Susan felt Sis caress her back, moving
lower to the small of her back and to her cheeks.  Another warm surge
dissolved and spread.  Susan stopped thinking about what it was she was
doing and her hands began caressing parts of Sis' body previously
unexplored.

   Sis let Susan lead the way, trying to guide her with subtle means like
spreading her legs to make Susan do the same.  By now, Susan acted on
instinct.  Her hand was drawn to Sis' pussy and she was hardly aware until
she felt the moist, puffy folds.  It almost made Susan laugh, because it
felt so safe to touch Sis.  It was as if she was touching herself.  The
excitement distracted Susan and she hardly had time to focus on her own
feelings, even when Sis' fingers began gently caressing her pussy.  It did
feel good and Susan wanted it, but it was mind-blowing to give pleasure,
instead of just being the target of a man's satisfaction.

   Excitement had replaced anxiety.  Susan was more aroused than she had
ever been before and completely absorbed in what her fingers, lips and
tongue were doing.  Sis was getting close and Susan was just about to fake
an orgasm like she had done so many times before, but she stopped herself,
realising that there was no reason to fake anything; experiencing Sis
having an orgasm was almost as good as having one herself and she was sure
they were going to continue for a long time.

   When Sis came she was unable to concentrate on Susan, but it only made
witnessing Sis's orgasm better, because Susan could focus on that and only
that.  The small whimpers made it sound as if Sis was rendered helpless in
a strong torrent, fighting to stay on the surface but losing the battle in
the end.  The whimpers turned in to cries and her hands clutched Susan's
hand between her legs in the last seconds before she exploded.  Shivering
rigidly she pressed Susan's hand against her clit.

   Susan held Sis until the shivers stopped and her breathing returned to
almost normal.  Sis looked so healthy, smiling up at Susan with blushing
cheeks and shining eyes.  It nearly made Susan cry; Sis had to get well. 
Maybe Sis could see it in her eyes.  Gently, she pushed Susan onto her back
and began kissing her face, neck, then her breasts and nipples.  Susan
reached out to caress Sis, but her hand was pushed away.

   "Your turn.  Don't be scared."

   Susan was too excited to be scared, even when Sis moved down over her
tummy, kissing and licking her way down to the top of Susan's bush.  She
spread her legs in excited anticipation of what was to come.  Sis teased
her, kissing and licking all of her pussy, not just going for her clit, as
the few men who had tried to please her that way had done.  Susan felt a
very strong surge was building in her stomach.  She was pushed into the
torrent, gasping and whimpering helplessly as Sis plunged her in deeper.

   When Sis sucked Susan's clit into her mouth she swept the bed away under
her.  In a strange kind of suspended state Susan felt herself falling into
a wonderful abyss.  Warm waves washed over her and she fought to stay
conscious, enjoying the intensity.  She heard herself cry out and felt how
Sis was holding onto her with both arms wrapped around her waist.  She
wanted to drown, but despite the tireless effort Sis put into it, Susan
finally surfaced, gasping for air.

   "I should have admitted to myself that I'm...  a lesbian a long time
ago. But then we might never have met."

   Susan had regained her composure and was cuddling with Sis.  It was so
nice to cuddle after the marvellous experience.

   "I'm sure we were destined for each other."

   "It was so wonderful.  I mean, I've been licked before, but men usually
do it to get you ready for them.  They probe with a finger to check if
you're wet enough.  Martin did his best, but I guess I was never able to
let go and enjoy it."

   "Martin is my brother and I love him very much, but don't let it fool
you.  He can be as selfish as the next man, sometimes.  He's no saint."

   "But he was really good.  The first time we were in bed together, it was
after a party and I was a little drunk, he really did make me come and it
felt so good.  I thought it would be different with him.  I liked the
feeling of him inside me.  I was just too tense and I couldn't very well
get drunk every night, could I?"

   "When you're ready for it, there are ways to do everything a man can do,
plus all the nice things women can do, too."

   Susan put her hand on Sis' breast and kneaded it gently.  "I'm ready for
anything as long as it is with you.  You know what the strangest and most
wonderful thing is?  I'm ready for it now."

   "Ummm.  Have I unleashed a little sex-monster?"

   Susan giggled and blushed timidly.  Sis tweaked her nipple, making Susan
gasp.  "You don't have to be ashamed of it.  According to Martin, lesbians
are allowed to enjoy sex."

   "What does he mean?  Are straight women not allowed to enjoy it?"

   "Of course.  It was just something he said one day, about how rare it
was to meet a women who enjoyed sex, or was willing to admit she did."

   "I guess I confirm his statistics."

   "He'll be green with envy because I can make you squeal in ecstasy."

   "You really do tell each other everything!"

   "Yes.  Speaking of ecstasy: Do you want to squeal a little more?" Sis
circled Susan's left nipple with the tip of her index finger.

   "No.  A lot.  And I want to make you squeal, too."

   Susan began circling Sis' nipple, moving close until their lips met in a
kiss.  They made each other squeal several times before they left the bed
to eat and go shopping for essentials for the dinner Susan had planned. 
They returned to bed and Susan learned a lot that day.  Her favourite was
when they lay side by side licking each other's pussies, especially when
Sis tickled her nether hole.  It was incredible how good it felt, compared
to the pain it had brought her in her early experiences.  All anxiety was
gone; Susan was ready to let Sis take her anywhere and do anything.







   End of part five.







































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