Kissing Practice

by JetBoy

It's taken at least twelve years of steady tinkering -- often with long gaps where I never even glanced at the damn thing -- to bring this story to completion. The basic plot is a staple of lesbian fiction; perhaps my take on it will be hot enough to overcome its familiarity. That's up to you, of course.

This one goes out to Cheryl Taggert, one of the first authors of lesbian erotica that I encountered on the internet. Her stories were always guaranteed to get my motor purring, and I quickly learned to keep an eye out for new ones. Her emergence from retirement has been one of the highlights of these last few years, with (I hope) many more sexy tales to come. I can't give her a hug or a bouquet of flowers, so this little story of mine will have to suffice. Thanks, Cheryl.

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I've always looked up to my big sister Kelly. She is intelligent, sweet and beautiful, and I emulated her in every way. I used to dream of being as pretty as she was. We had shared the same bedroom since I was a little girl, and were close enough to actually prefer living together.

My sister and I were both incredibly bright, though very different in temperament. Kelly was the outgoing type, both brainy and popular. She was one of the stars of the debate team, and performed in nearly all of the plays put on by the theater department. In fact, she'd played the lead in the school production of Our Town -- Emily, the girl who marries young and dies in childbirth -- and gave such a great performance that she had most of the audience in tears, myself and our parents included.

Me, I was the quiet, smart kid; always with my nose buried in a book or writing poems, not especially into being noticed or making a splash. I saw being popular as too much work, preferring to have a few carefully chosen friends who really understood me. And my very best friend in the world was Kelly. I'd known for a long, long time how lucky I was to have an older sibling who didn't see me as an irritant, or behave as if I didn't exist.

Kelly made it her mission to assist me through my awkward preteen years. She was always willing to share the secrets of her maturing body with me as she grew into womanhood. Kelly showed me when her breasts started to develop, and I remember gazing in awe at her budding chest. When I got my period for the first time, her soothing words and little kindnesses made what might have been an awful experience into a happy one. She even let me know when she began to grow pubic hair, baring her private parts to me so I could see what was happening to her.

I felt happy for my sister, seeing what an amazing young woman she had ripened into -- but I couldn't help but feel impatient as well, since it sometimes seemed like I was taking forever to catch up. When she began to date, I wanted to as well, and I began to look at the boys in my class differently.

When I was twelve, and Kelly fifteen, she got asked out on her first really big date. That's when our sisterly relationship started to become something more.

It was 1983. Ronald Reagan was president, Michael Jackson ruled the airwaves, and girls in our part of Virginia were still more or less expected to stay virgins until they married. Of course, a lot of them didn't, but most of the girls at least pretended that they were chaste. No one wanted to be labeled a slut, after all.

By this time, Kelly had gone to a movie or two with boys from her class, but nothing serious. Then one day she came home, beside herself with excitement, and rushed me to our bedroom to tell me the news: an older boy had asked her out -- none other than Bart Davis, the junior quarterback on the high school football team! I squealed as she told me about how he had asked her to go to the school dance with him, and how all the other girls were jealous. We went on talking for the rest of the day about how wonderful it was going to be for her.

Kelly was floating on Cloud Nine for the rest of the week. She confided in me that she was hoping that he would ask her to go steady, and shared whispered conversations with me at night about how awesome it would be to have Bart for her boyfriend. The dance was planned for Saturday night, and we were already planning her outfit on Wednesday.

But that Thursday, some of the older girls at school gave Kelly a hard time -- saying she was still just a kid, teasing her about being too young and inexperienced to go out with a guy like Bart. She came home fighting back tears. It was her first real date, and she was suddenly afraid.

"Kel, what's the big deal?" I asked her as we sat together on her bed on Thursday night. "I mean, like, he asked you out. You've gone out with boys before."

"But this is different, Kris," she told me. "This is my first real date at a dance and all, and he's an older guy. Like, what if he wants to kiss me? I -- I've never kissed a boy before... not a real kiss, anyway."

"You haven't?" I asked her incredulously.

"No," she told me, "just a peck on the lips with Dan when we went to the movies. That was nothing." She started to cry. "That's what I'm worried about. He is going to, to expect me to know how to kiss him, and I've never even done it. If I mess it up, the other girls will find out -- and they'll never let me h-hear the end of it." She was sobbing now. "Everyone w-will laugh at me, Kris!"

I wrapped my arms around Kelly and held her close. She continued to cry as we hugged. I wanted to help her out so badly, but had no idea how. I mean, this was my older sister, the girl I idolized, who I'd always thought of as being so much more worldly than me -- weeping in my arms, terrified of flubbing her first kiss.

I patted her back consolingly. "You should practice kissing before you go out with him, Kel," I murmured.

She gazed helplessly at me. "Who c-could I get to do that?" she cried. "If I asked any boy to help me learn how to kiss and the word got out, I'd be finished at school. Everyone would think I was a total geek!"

"Well... what about one of your girl friends?" I replied. "Like Lynn. She'd help you out, wouldn't she?"

Kelly slowly shook her head. "I couldn't ask another girl to kiss me, Kris. What if she told someone? I mean, Lynn's a real friend, but she can't keep a secret. And if that got around at school..." She shook her head again. "No way. I wouldn't dare."

I grimaced. "Yeah, you're right. Lame idea."

Suddenly Kelly sat back and stared at me. "W-would you try it with me, Kris?" she blurted, taking me completely by surprise. "Like, you and I can practice kissing together... couldn't we? That way I'll totally know how to do it by Saturday!" Her eyes were bright with excitement.

Her request took me by surprise -- I didn't know what to say! She was my sister, and I did love her, but I'd certainly never thought about kissing her that way. Heck, I'd never even thought about kissing a girl before. Back then, fooling around with someone of your own sex was not the available option it is today.

Still... her suggestion did seem kinda interesting. Weird, but interesting.

"Come on, Kris -- it'll be fun!" she squealed, enthused by this answer to her problem. "I mean, like, you're my best friend, and we can learn together."

"Yeah, but..." I started, not sure how I really felt about doing something like that with Kelly. She pleaded with me, though, and what little resistance I had soon faded away.

"Look, sis... you are going to want to know how to kiss someday, right?" she asked, her hand on my arm. "I mean, you'll be dating yourself in a couple of years. Just think -- you'll probably be the only girl in your grade who'll know what to do!"

Okay, that sold me on the idea. I smiled and said "All right."

"Really?" she cried, clapping her hands. "Oh, Kris, this is going to be so great..." Then she fell silent, gazing at me shyly. It was awkward for a moment, the two of us staring at each other.

She took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's do this. Why don't you pretend that you're a guy, and it's our first date, and we're parked in your car up at Douglas Point." That was the local make-out spot.

Kelly fell silent and closed her eyes, waiting for me to make the first move.

I trembled inside as I slowly moved towards my sister, bringing my face to hers. Our lips came together in a soft, slow kiss.

We sat there for a moment, our lips pressed together, and I felt Kelly slowly wrap her arms around me. I felt her body press against mine, pushing me back onto the bed, then she shifted so that we lay side by side, our mouths still pressed together, both of us clad in our usual sleeping attire, t-shirts and panties.

Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I melted.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was responding to my sister. Our tongues met, touching tentatively at first as we began to explore, our bodies beginning to throb with heat. It was my first French kiss ever, and I was so excited I was practically shaking!

My big sister and I were making out on her bed, and I loved it! My body was tingling, pulsing with new desires and sensations as we continued to kiss. Many years later, I still get chills when I think about my first "practice" with Kelly, and how happily I savored the sweetness of her mouth on mine.

Suddenly Kelly's lips left mine, and I nearly protested -- but then she was nuzzling my jawline, and I leaned back, mouth falling open as she slowly kissed a pathway down my neck. I adored the softness of her lips against my skin, her tongue tracing the hollow of my throat. She had shifted on top of me by this time, our legs entwined, and we slowly started to grind against one another. Things were getting quite heated when I pushed her head back and moved my lips to her neck.

"Oh Kris, that's really nice," she purred. I was kissing her neck like she had mine, tongue trailing along my sister's beautiful skin, our bodies slowly sliding together as our embrace became hotter and more passionate.

Our kissing continued on for many minutes, both of us loving this mutual first experience at making out. When we eventually broke our embrace we both giggled and hugged one another, telling each other that it was a good thing that we'd just done, feeling happy and thrilled that we now knew how to kiss.

I had blissful dreams that night, reliving the sensation of my sister's sweet tongue in my mouth.

The next morning was a bit awkward at first. At one point we were both naked at the same time, and there was an instant of sheepish embarrassment when our eyes met. It was a very weird moment that lasted for a few heartbeats, then we broke out laughing.

"Thanks, Kris," she said, reaching out to touch my bare shoulder. "You really helped me last night. I'll tell you all about how it went with Bart when I get home."

I ended up daydreaming through most of my classes, thoughts of kissing my sister stuck in my head. I also found myself observing the boys around me in a new way, and I pictured several guys that I liked kissing me like my sister had done. My body was awash with new feelings, and I drifted home in a happy daze.

The wait was agonizing, as all I wanted was for Kelly to come home and tell me about her date. What I wanted even more was to kiss her again, but I wasn't sure how she felt about that. After all, if she had a boyfriend of her own, why would she bother making out with her kid sister?.

I tossed and turned under the covers, growing increasingly restless as I waited for her. Suddenly I heard feet treading up the stairs, and sat upright as the door quietly opened and Kelly slipped inside.

She was positively radiant, smiling hugely, and clearly glad to see that I was still awake.

"Let me get cleaned up, and I'll tell you everything!" she announced, then darted into the bathroom. I waited for her, beside myself with excitement. She was finally home, the moment of truth at hand.

She practically raced back into our room in her nightshirt, jumping into my bed before I could speak and seizing me in a big hug.

"He did it, he kissed me!" she exclaimed as she bounced on my bed, unable to keep from grinning. "It was so wild. We were alone, and he started to kiss me, and then he Frenched me. I'm so glad I got to practice with you, Kris!"

I was delighted that I'd been able to help my big sister, and my heart began to beat faster when she told me, "Y'know, the funny thing is, you kiss better than he does." She placed a hand on my arm. "Wanna practice some more?"

"Yeah!" I replied immediately with a vigorous nod.

Kelly wrapped her arms around me and our mouths met, lips quickly parting, tongues meeting and mating. As our kiss deepened, we easily shifted about on the bed so that her thigh was pressing between my legs and mine rested between hers. I felt giddy with mixed pleasure and excitement when our bodies began to grind together -- gently at first, then with a rising intensity.

Suddenly she drew back. "Would you do something else for me?" she asked, a hint of shyness in her tone. I was nearly out of breath, but managed to nod. Kelly had me so turned on that I was ready to agree to anything she wanted.

"I'm going on another date with Bart next Wednesday," she told me, her fingers brushing my lips. I flicked at her fingertips with my tongue, not completely following what she was saying, I just wanted to kiss her more. At last we were on equal ground, both of us discovering things together.

What she said next definitely got my attention, though.

"The thing is, he's older, and more experienced than me," she told me as I took her finger into my mouth and sucked at it. "I think he's going to try going to second base with me on our next date. I want to make sure I'm ready for him, so... would you, um, touch me here?" She gestured to her breasts.

I just stared at her as she brought her face back to mine, and we began to kiss again. She paused to shrug out of her bathrobe, leaving her in t-shirt and panties, then shifted so that she was beneath me and I was on top.

I knew what she was waiting for, but I was nervous. I mean, my own sister wanted me to feel her up! Too timid to make my move, I just kept kissing Kelly until she spoke again.

"Go ahead, Kris -- I want you to," she told me, taking my hand and gently pressing it against her chest.

My heart raced as I cupped the soft mound through Kelly's t-shirt, slowly spreading my fingers apart. She moaned in response, then her mouth crushed into mine, her tongues darting between my lips.

Growing bolder, I began to fondle her breasts. My sister hummed her approval into our kiss, and I could feel my body growing hot with excitement.

We slowly drifted apart, sharing a wide-eyed gaze that said everything about what we were feeling right then. "Oh, Kris," she whispered, "that feels wonderful. Don't stop." I continued to grope her while she drew in closer to nuzzle my neck, her lips and tongue driving me wild with desire as they lightly brushed against my skin.

Our bodies were sliding together, both of my hands now pressed against Kelly's breasts. She began to suck on my tongue as I teased her nipples.

She suddenly broke away with a breathless gasp. "Hold on!" Clumsily raising herself into a sitting position, Kelly whisked her t-shirt off and threw it aside, then lay back down, pulling me to her. She sighed happily as my hands claimed her breasts, now wondrously bare. "Yesssssss..."

I licked my way down her neck, all nervousness gone as I explored my sister's body for the first time. My lips found their way to her chest, Kelly's heart racing frantically as she ran her hands through my hair. Her breast was inches from my face, and I knew what she wanted me to do.

When I ran my tongue across the erect bud of her nipple, my sister whimpered, "Omigod, Kris..." I took it into my mouth, sucking at the tip of her beautiful breast.

I was lost in a new world of pleasure. My body was hot and moist, my own breasts aching to be touched. I moved back up to her face, and we kissed long and hot, writhing against each other on my bed.

We kept at it a little while longer, and then we separated with one last loving kiss and lay back together, nestled side by side. Her hand found mine and gave it a squeeze.

"That was really amazing," she told me as we cuddled. "You are helping me so much, and it feels good, too! Let's practice again tomorrow, 'kay?"

I spent the whole next day in anticipation of that evening. Sure enough, Kelly came to me that night for more "practice." This time she made out with me, just like I'd done to her. It was amazing. Even though I hadn't developed as much as Kelly, my breasts were wondrously sensitive, and the feel of her fingers against me was out of this world. I almost swooned with pleasure when she first kissed and licked my nipples.

Gazing deep into my eyes, she locked into a steamy embrace with me, breasts pressing together as our lips and tongues met.

I could feel how hard her nipples were as we hugged, arms passionately entwined around one another. I'd also become increasingly aware of the heat and dampness that mounted between my legs as we kissed, and I knew that she felt the same, just from the warmth of her own sex as it pressed against my thigh.

"Love you, Kris," she told me, gently placing her hands on my face. I told her that I loved her as well, and we shared another intimate kiss, my sister's fingers cradling my cheeks as our tongues swirled together.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies nestled closely.

By the time of her third date, my big sister and I had been fooling around every single night. Although she did enjoy being with Bart, Kelly admitted to having more fun when she was with me. And although I was still thinking about guys and wanting a boyfriend of my own, those feelings seemed utterly insignificant when I was with my sister.

That evening, while Kelly was out, I mostly spent in my bed -- trying to read a book I liked, but I was too restless to focus on the words. Finally, I put the book to one side, turned off the light and tried to rest, only to find myself tossing and turning, bombarded with images of Kelly and Bart kissing, his hands touching her breasts.

I was feeling some pangs of jealousy -- but then I smiled when I remembered how Kelly told me I was better at making out than Bart. Still, I felt annoyingly restless, wanting my sister home and in bed with me.

I teased my nipples, the buds erect and sensitive. The familiar heat and wetness began to spread inside of my body and between my legs. For some reason, Kelly and I had yet to touch each other very much below the waist. I'm not sure why, we never discussed it. I was shy, I suppose... and perhaps it would have been crossing a line we weren't quite ready to cross yet.

That night, however, I was feeling especially bold; longing for more from Kelly. I slipped a hand inside the panties I wore, fingers curving between my thighs. I'd masturbated before, of course, but something about the way I felt right then made touching myself feel absolutely amazing.

Suddenly I knew that I wanted to, had to, touch Kelly this way. This was what I'd been longing to do with my sister, although I hadn't realized it until then. We'd made each other feel incredible, but had yet to experience the ecstasy of total release.

I nearly bit through my lip as I exploded in orgasm, moaning my sister's name as I rubbed my pussy.

Bringing two fingers to my mouth, I tasted my sex. All I could think about now was Kelly, how I wanted to share this with her, how badly I longed to touch my sister like this.

I was brimming with anticipation and lust when Kelly finally got home. By now I'd shed my underwear and lay completely naked under the covers. She rushed into the room, stripped down to her panties and slid into bed with me, giving me a soft kiss.

"So... how'd it go with Bart?" I murmured.

"Oh, okay -- I had fun," she told me as she snuggled up to me. "But I'm glad to be home. I felt more like being with you, actually."

"I have a surprise for you," I told her with a smile as we shared a quick kiss and embrace.

"Oooohh!" she exclaimed as our bodies came together. "You're naked!"

I nodded with a smile as she threw the covers back and stared at my nude body for a few heartbeats. Then with a giggle, she whisked off her own panties and drew me into her arms, our bare bodies entwining.

"Mmmmmm, this feels awesome!" she said to me as we pressed into each other. I could feel Kelly's hot, damp opening against my thigh, and the warmth of her pussy was driving me wild with desire.

"Tell me what happened," I urged as I kissed her.

"Let's talk about it later, okay?" she whispered impatiently, "I've been wanting to kiss you all day." She took my face in her hands and planted her mouth on mine. I purred with pleasure as her tongue slid between my lips and we kissed hungrily for a couple of minutes.

Her face was flushed and happy when we broke apart. "So..." she grinned, "what's this surprise of yours?"

"I'd rather show you than tell you," I said. "Just lie back."

Wanting to see her naked, I threw the covers off the bed as she stretched out, smiling at me expectantly. I rolled on my side, facing her, and touched her gently. She smiled, and my hands began to roam over her nude body as my mouth sought out hers again. As we kissed, I trailed my hand down between her thighs, and we both moaned as my fingers brushed over her mound.

"Oh, yes, Kris! Touch me... touch my pussy!" she blurted, responding to my bold caresses.

"D-do you like that?"

"Ohhh, yes... ohhh, God, it's so... OH!" Her body jerked as my fingers slid between her moist pussy lips. I touched her the same way I'd fondled myself, getting my fingers wet with the essences of my sweet sister.

Then I got a really hot idea. I brought my pussy-wet fingers up to my lips and tasted them.

Kelly got incredibly excited watching me do that, and her tongue joined mine. "Mmmmm..." we both purred as I held my fingers between our eager mouths. We both licked and sucked her juice from my fingers, and I gasped as she suddenly slid her hand down my body and between my legs, fingering me like I had her.

"Yes! Oh, yes... oh Kelly, d-don't stop!" I cried as she toyed with my pussy. It felt great when I'd done it to myself, but it was unbelievable when she did it to me. My sister and I kissed hotly as we fingered each other, both of us growing more delirious by the second.

I wanted to go further, though -- to put my fingers inside her.

"God, Kris -- omigod that feels so GOOD!" she cried as I slipped one finger deep into her hot, slippery hole. Right away, she did the same to me... and the sensation was dizzying. I was trembling now as she began to slide that wicked finger in and out, in and out.

We quickly found a mutual rhythm, both us moaning as our pleasure soared even higher. I felt like I was going to explode, but the sensations just grew more and more intense.

Then Kelly touched my clit with her thumb... and that was IT! My body seized up as indescribable waves of purest ecstasy crashed over me, one after another. It was all I could do not to scream out loud. I could feel the breath shuddering out of my lungs in hoarse bursts of "Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" My hand was still between my sister's legs, fingers frantically thrusting in and out as I worked to bring her off.

And then she was climaxing too, her face suddenly against my chest, her breath hot on my skin as she bucked and rocked on my hand. We leaned against one another, trembling as our orgasms crested and slowly -- so slowly! -- receded.

We slept together again that night, peacefully slumbering in each other's arms.

I woke up very early the next morning, and gazed at my sister's beautiful body. I had always wanted to be just like her, and now Kelly and I were playing sex games together. I shivered with excitement as I stared at her erect nipples, and lowered my head, extending my tongue to lick one.

Moving slowly, I slid my hand between Kelly's legs and gently caressed the pink folds of her pussy. Her breathing grew faster as I toyed with her, and she slowly opened her eyes with a smile.

"Good morning," she cooed. "Damn, that feels incredible."

I leaned up to kiss Kelly as my fingers brushed her pussy, and she whimpered into my mouth as I pleasured her. She quickly became wet, and my finger was just starting to inch inside her vagina when we heard our mother moving around.

We quickly separated, and she dove into her bed just minutes before Mom opened our bedroom door. She told us both that it was time to get up, then left without a backward glance.

Laughing with my sister at what a close shave that had been, we both emerged from our beds and hugged. Entwining our naked bodies together, we shared a passionate kiss while cupping each other's bare asses. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful night, and I could not wait for the evening to come, so I could play these sweet games with my beautiful sister again.

We did make out that night -- and every night for the next week. The time we spent together naked and in each other's arms was like a taste of paradise. I couldn't get enough of my sweet sister.

Then came the night when things changed between us again.

Kelly was out on her fourth date with Bart. Mom was out playing mah-jongg with her friends, like she did every Friday. I was idly thumbing through a cheap sci-fi paperback, passing the hours until Kelly got home.

Suddenly I heard a key opening the front door. It couldn't be Mom, because she always came in through the garage. Besides, she'd only left fifteen minutes ago. So I figured it had to be my sister. Glancing up at the clock, I was surprised to see that it was only 8:30. What was Kelly doing home so soon?

I heard quiet footsteps in the foyer, and then Kelly came into the living room. The thoughtful, serious look on her face puzzled me... I could tell that something had happened. But what?

"Kelly... why are you home so early? It's only--"

"I need to talk to you, Kris," she said quietly.

"Well… sure," I replied nervously. "What -- what's the matter?"

"Let's go upstairs," Kelly softly murmured.

My heart was pounding as we climbed the stairs to our room. Something was wrong. Was Kelly going to tell me that we couldn't fool around anymore, that she had to be true to Bart? Would she never kiss or touch me again? The thought of losing what I had with my sister had me paralyzed with fear.

I sat numbly on my bed as Kelly closed the door behind her. She gazed at me for a long moment, and I felt as if I were about to burst into tears. Then she spoke.

"I... I broke up with Bart tonight."

I was confused. "Why?" I asked softly.

Kelly sat next to me and looked at her hands. "I don't love him." Bewildered, I was about to speak when my sister raised her face to mine, transfixing me with her shining eyes. "I love you," she whispered.

It was like the earth shifted beneath my feet. I could feel the blood draining from my face as her words hit home. My sister... in love with me? I felt exhilarated and utterly terrified at the same time. Unable to speak, I just stared at her, my mouth slack.

Kelly lowered her face, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm... I'm s-sorry, Kris," she gulped. "I didn't mean for this to happen." I could see her struggling not to cry. "We were just having fun, I thought... m-making each other, you know, feel good..." She sighed. "But, somehow... you and me -- it became, well, a lot more." She raised her face, and her eyes met mine. "And I fell in love with you. With my own sister!" A sob burst from her throat.

A torrent of feelings raced through me. I quickly knelt before Kelly and grabbed her hand. "Please don't cry," I whispered. I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm, then gazed up at my sweet, wonderful sister, my heart brimming with emotion. "Oh, Kelly," I said softly, "I love you, too." I drew her into my arms, pulling her down onto the bed with me.

Her moist eyes held a question, and I answered. "Listen... I'm glad you broke up with Bart. I want you all to myself. I want to be your girlfriend."

My sister's face began to slowly light up. "Y-you do?"

I was practically dizzy with relief, unable to restrain a giggle. "You… you goofball. You nearly scared me to death, you know that?" Her eyes furrowed as I tried to explain. "I thought that you were gonna tell me you didn't want to... be with me any more. That's what I was afraid of. That you were about to dump me."

"No way," Kelly said emphatically, a smile illuminating her face like a sunrise. She squeezed my hand. "I'd never dump you, sis."

"Better not," I murmured, rising to my feet. She stood, too, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding my sister close. My lips brushed her ear as I whispered, "Take my clothes off, Kelly. Make love to me."

Her mouth found mine, and we shared a warm kiss that quickly grew passionate. My hands slid down Kelly's back to fondle her bottom, and she hummed her approval. Breaking away, she began to fumble for the buttons on the old flannel shirt of hers that I wore around the house. Clumsy in her excitement, it took Kelly longer to undress me than it should have, and she made little impatient sounds as she worked.

Finally, though, I stood before my sister, pulsing with anticipation as she drank in the sight of my nude body.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered. "God, how could I have gone out on all those dates with Bart, when the whole time I had you here, right under my nose?" She shook her head. "I was actually making out with you, Kris... and I still didn't understand how I really felt, not until tonight."

I drew closer, reaching for the bottom of the cute pink sweater she wore. "It doesn't matter, Kel. I don't think I knew I was in love with you, either -- but I sure do now."

With that, I began to strip my sexy sister. I took my time, wanting to savor the moment -- pulling her sweater up and off, unhooking her skirt and letting it slip to the floor, unfastening her bra and sliding it over her silky arms, finally kneeling to slowly tug her panties down to ring her ankles. Somehow, the sight of Kelly's bare feet stepping out of her undies totally thrilled me.

I gazed up at my sister, now completely naked. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I buried my face in the softness of her tummy, nuzzling her there, basking in the sweet perfume of Kelly's skin.

"C'mon, Kris," she cooed, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Let's get into bed."

Moments later, my beautiful sister and I were lying beneath the sheets and kissing hungrily, as we'd done so many times before. Yet now it was different, completely new. For the first time, our lovemaking wasn't a game -- this time it was all about us.

We kept the pace slow and easy at first, exploring each other with a genuine sense of wonder. When I kissed Kelly's breasts, or sucked on her fingers, or stroked her thighs, I kept telling myself, This is my lover's body. I was greedy, ravenous for my big sister.

At one point we were lying entwined, mouths locked together, tongues dancing back and forth as we fingered each other's pussies. I was moaning, on the verge of exploding, when Kelly suddenly broke away.

"Ooooohh!" I cried, frustrated. "What're you doing, Kel? I w-was so close!"

"Shhhhh," she soothed, touching my lips. "That's why, sis. I didn't want you to finish just yet." With that, Kelly moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way until she lay sprawled between my legs. "I've thought about doing this to you for days -- only I didn't have the nerve, not until now."

Then she began to kiss my pussy.

How do I describe it, that first time my sister went down on me? I'd heard some vague, hushed descriptions of oral sex from girls I knew, but nothing I took seriously. The idea of getting kissed "down there," seemed more, well, ridiculous than anything.

But when I felt Kelly's mouth touch my bare slit, I was lost to all reason.

Her kisses were incredibly tender at first, like whispered words caressing my sex. Then I felt her lips part as Kelly began to kiss me like a lover, the tip of her tongue joining in. Then she took that first long lick, trailing from the cleft of my bottom up to the tip of the clit.

Things got all crazy and mixed up in my head after that. My sister was going down on me while I stared sightlessly at the ceiling, her mouth and tongue taking me places I'd never been, never imagined could exist.

Like every time Kelly got me off, I felt the storm build inside me -- gently at first, then swelling like a gray cloud filled with rain, the grumbling of thunder mounting into a deep roar. But now there was the warming glow of my sister's love, mingling with the storm's fury, feeding my pleasure. She loves me, I kept thinking, radiant with joy. Kelly is in love with me!

Then she took my clit between her lips and sucked at it like a tiny nipple -- and everything came crashing down.

I'd never imagined feeling so wonderful. Like drinking from the sun, my soul warmed by its golden nectar. I trembled and shook helplessly, unable to do much more than absorb pleasure. And pleasure there was, in abundance. It seemed to last forever.

Finally, though, I lay limp and spent, just conscious enough to register Kelly taking me into her arms, nuzzling my cheek. Without thinking I turned my face to hers, lips parting to receive my big sister's kiss.

Kelly's mouth was wet from my pussy, and I moaned with delight to know that I was tasting myself as our tongues lazily tangled.

I felt so mellow and at peace with everything that I could have fallen asleep right then -- only I realized with a fresh surge of excitement that my sister was waiting for me to make love to her.

Suddenly filled with renewed energy, I grabbed a squealing Kelly and wrestled her onto her back, then claimed her mouth in a rough kiss. I was on fire, bent on making my big sister come like never before.

Moving down Kelly's body, I buried my face in her breasts -- kissing and licking them all over, teasing the nipples with tiny bites that made her squeal.

Usually, I liked to linger over Kelly's chest, spending a long while pleasuring her titties with my mouth and hands. But right then, all I could think of was her wet pussy and how badly I needed to get down between those beautiful bare legs and lick.

Before I knew it, I was on my belly, staring at her vulva and moistening my lips. Kelly's sex looked lovely and smelled divine. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic curls, a darker shade of blonde than the hair on her head.

With trembling fingers I opened her, revealing fiery pink flesh that shone with wetness. That's her cunt, I thought, the word that I had never spoken before now echoing in my mind. My sister's cunt.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I drew close, Kelly's thighs brushing my cheeks. I parted my lips and, with the very tip of the tongue, traced along her opening as if it were a mouth.

"Ohhh, Kris," she whispered, "th-that feels amazing..."

The taste of her, rich and thick, made me crave more -- and I helped myself, covering Kelly's sex with my mouth, my tongue probing into her.

Somehow I instinctively knew what to do; how to pleasure Kelly. Perhaps it was the sisterly bond between us, the tie of shared blood. Every swipe of my tongue had her mewling with delight, each kiss and playful nibble sent a quiver through her body that I could feel.

With quivering hands, Kelly cradled my head, held me to her while I licked and sucked at the entrance to her womanly center, my sister's fluids flowing freely. I drank from her.

Kelly's clitoris enticed me. As a young girl who regularly masturbated, I was on intimate terms with that special part of a woman's body, that fleshy key that opened the gateway to delight. Licking a path along the delicate opening to her vagina, I gave my sister's clit a tiny flick of the tongue.

"Oooooh!" Kelly squeaked. "Omigod, Kris... k-keep doing that!"

Eager to oblige, I closed my lips around the tiny bulb and began to suckle.

Kelly's response was immediate, her slender frame first shuddering helplessly -- little quiverings that soon grew almost violent as my big sister began to come.

A low moan issued from her throat, quickly mounting into a wild cry. Her thighs squeezed my face so tightly it hurt, but I soldiered on -- nursing at Kelly while she squirmed beneath me, lost in ecstasy.

Finding my sister's clitoris with a finger, I began to clumsily masturbate her, my mouth sliding down to cover Kelly's dripping cunt once more. Her honey, thick and luscious, trickled down my throat as I sucked at the warm, fleshy opening, thirsting for more.

Suddenly she was thrusting me away, gasping, "Kris, stop! I can't -- I c-can't -- I can't..."

Startled, I raised myself, falling back on my haunches, and watched Kelly as she sank back into her pillow, breath escaping from her like a slowly deflating beach ball.

She lay quietly for a while, motionless but for the rise and fall of her glistening breasts. Then her eyes slowly drifted open, and she gave me a sleepy smile. "C'mere, you," she purred, beckoning me to her with a finger.

I nestled into my sister, and she cradled my face in her hands, gazing at me with adoring eyes. "I love you, Kris. Really love you."

"I love you too, Kelly," I sighed, every atom of me radiant with happiness. We shared a sweet, lazy French kiss, then I rolled onto my back, lying next to my sister. Her hand crept into mine.

Neither of us spoke for awhile. I guess I was overwhelmed right then, my mind whirling with the crazy reality of what had just happened between Kelly and me. How could sisters be in love with one another? There was nothing to compare these feelings to, no point of reference. I was an explorer in an unfamiliar land, making my way without map or compass.

Finally, Kelly turned to me. "Maybe it's wrong for me to feel this way about you, sis," she murmured, "but I don't think so. Actually, I don't even care if it's wrong or not. I want us to be together, for always. Until we're both weird old ladies -- living in a big house full of cats!" She giggled, then gave me a shy smile. "What'cha think, Kris? Wanna be mine, for ever and ever?"

Tugging at Kelly's shoulder, I coaxed her into my arms, her body resting atop mine. I placed a tiny kiss on my sister's chin, then nuzzled the softness of her neck. "Yeah... absolutely. I'll never want anyone like I do you."

Our mouths came together again, and we kissed for a long while, our tongues playing little teasing games until I felt my desire mounting once more.

But Kelly broke away with a sigh. "Damn, sis... I want to make love to you again. But Mom's gonna be home before long. We've gotta clean ourselves up."

"That's cool," I replied. "No school tomorrow, after all... we'll just pick up where we left off after she goes to bed. Hey, wanna take a shower with me?"

"Oooohh, great idea!" Kelly squealed. "I like the way you think, Kris. We can get clean and dirty at the same time!"

Hand in hand, we padded naked into the bathroom that adjoined our room, giggling like little kids while we climbed into the shower.

Was that ever an amazing experience! Kelly and I took turns soaping one another up, then we rubbed our slippery bodies together beneath the flowing water like we were dirty dancing, kissing again and again and again. Then Kelly's hand found its way between my legs, and she began to masturbate me. Unwilling to let my big sister have all the fun, I sought out her pussy, exploring her with my fingers.

"Yeah, that's it," she panted. "Just... just like that, baby sister."

I was licking her neck, holding Kelly to me as she slowly drew her nails down my back with her free hand. Then that hand was fondling my ass, two fingers probing in between to play with my butthole. I'd never even thought of touching her there, but it felt great.

The whole thing was freaky, but fantastic and wild -- the way sex always was wild in the grownup paperback novels that the girls at school passed around under the teachers' noses.

Before very long Kelly and I were clutching each other tightly, hanging on for dear life as we came.

My head was spinning like a yo-yo, and the heat we'd built up in the shower must have really gotten to me, because the next thing I remember is finding myself sitting on the slick tile, slumped against the wall. Kelly had just turned off the water and was reaching down to grasp my arm.

"C'mon, Kris," she spoke soothingly, helping me to my feet. "Damn, you scared me for a second there -- I thought you'd passed out!"

"I'm okay," I muttered, though I still allowed Kelly to lead me from the shower stall. The air was cooler outside, and it managed to clear most of the fog from my mind.

"Hurry up and get dry!" Kelly demanded, yanking a towel from the rack and thrusting it at me. "Mom's gonna be home before long... we spent too much time in the shower." Grabbing the matching towel for herself, she began to vigorously rub her body down.

Moments later, my sister and I were struggling into our night wear -- sweatpants and a faded old Elton John t-shirt for Kelly, candy-striped pajamas for me. Not a stitch on underneath, of course.

By the time we heard the loud hum of the electric garage door that signalled Mom's arrival home, Kelly and I were sprawled out on the overstuffed sofa with the TV on, pretending to be watching Johnny Carson.

"Hey, kids," she murmured as she peeked into the living room.

"Hey, Mom," we dutifully answered, then I added, "How'd the mah-jongg go?"

Entering the room, she set her purse on the end table. "Pretty good... I came out about fifteen, sixteen dollars ahead." She glanced at my sister. "What about you -- how was your big date?"

Kelly shrugged. "Oh, I dunno... I think I may be over Bart. He's handsome and all, but all he can talk about is football, football, football. Gets dull as dishwater after a while."

Mom snorted. "Well, so much for that grand passion. I suppose I should be glad that you're discussing sports instead of making out."

"Oh, we did some of that, too..." Kelly grinned.

"Do me a favor -- spare the details," Mom protested, raising both hands as if in defense. "Just don't make me a grandmother for at least ten more years, okay?"

Kelly gave me a quick smile. "I promise."

"Good." Mom slipped out of her coat; hung it on the rack. "Honestly, I never really saw you as the kind of girl to be dating athletes, anyhow. I suspect you'll probably end up with a brainy type. Good-looking, of course!" she added with a laugh.

My sister glanced at me again, a light in her eyes that made me a puddle inside. "Hmmm... y'know, Mom, I think you're probably right."

I could feel myself blushing hotly; luckily, Mom didn't notice. "Well, I'm turning in," she said, pausing to yawn. "You girls don't stay up too late, okay? I don't care if it is Saturday, you're not lounging in bed until noon."

"Okay, Mom," I said. "Night-night."

"Sweet dreams," Kelly murmured.

"Night, girls." Mom gave us a brief salute, then left. We heard the muffled cadence of footsteps, growing fainter as she made her way down the hall to her bedroom.

Kelly leaned toward me. "You go upstairs first," she said, keeping her voice low. "Get undressed and into bed. I'll watch this for another ten minutes or so, then come up and join you."

I was grinning in delight, already craving more of my sister. Darting in to plant a brief kiss on her mouth, I got up, making my way to the stairs. Glancing back at Kelly, I felt a surge of renewed lust as she slowly licked her lips, reaching up to fondle her left breast, her eyes burning into mine.

Entering our dark bedroom my heart was racing. I quickly divested myself of my pajama top, stepped out of the bottoms, then slid naked between the cool sheets of my big sister's bed. The dim illumination of Kelly's clock spelled out the time: 11:23.

The next few minutes seemed to inch by, moving slowly as a glacier. I tried and failed to keep myself from looking again and again at the clock, wishing I'd told her, Ten minutes? Make it five, lover.

The thought of that last word made me shiver deliciously, and I passed the time letting the idea echo in my mind: Lover. My sister Kelly is my lover. I longed to shout it to the sky, to let the universe know about this amazing thing that had happened to me. To us.

Thankfully, it was only seven minutes before Kelly entered the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she stepped into the spilled moonlight and posed sexily for me, hands on her thighs. "Hey there, baby sister."

To this day, I still recall how beautiful she was at that moment -- and how much I hungered to have her in my arms. "Hey, Kelly," I whispered. "Come be with me."

Her arms crossed as she reached down to grasp the hem of the t-shirt she wore, drawing it up and off to bare her breasts. Even in the pale, buttery light, I could see that her nipples were erect.

Turning around, Kelly planted both legs wide apart, shifting her hips to and fro like a belly dancer, but slowly, almost lazily. I felt the heat of lust bloom inside as I drank in the sight of her sexy movements, knowing that she was putting on this erotic display for my benefit.

For an instant I almost felt sorry for Bart Davis. What was he doing right then? Probably at home, glumly fondling his dick and moping over the hot night he'd expected to have with my big sister. The night I was enjoying instead.

Tucking her thumbs beneath the waistband of her sweatpants, Kelly slid them down, exposing the creamy globes of her buttocks one tantalizing inch at a time. I was hypnotized; heart smashing against my rib cage, the fierce, ravenous need for my sister squeezing me like the paws of some enormous beast. I wanted to leap from the bed and fall upon Kelly, take her on the floor where she stood, make her scream my name.

She pushed her sweats down to her ankles, straightening to step from them, pausing to pose for me. Her ass seemed to glow in the spilled light; a new moon, even lovelier than the one in the sky.

It occurred to me that, having lavished so much attention on other parts of Kelly's body, I'd neglected that luscious bottom. Well, I'd make up for that soon enough. I wanted to hug it, caress it, shower it with kisses.

Kelly slowly turned and advanced toward the bed, the pad, pad, pad of her barefooted tread matching the thumping of my heart. Then my sister was beneath the sheets with me, her naked body pressed tightly against mine, mouths and tongues joined in a ravenous kiss, legs entwined.

I bathed in the clean, fresh smell of her, craving Kelly so desperately that I ached inside -- never mind that we'd last made love less than an hour ago. We were in each other's arms, morning seemed ages away, and the night was ours.

*****

From then on, Kelly and I were a couple; lovers in secret. We shared our bodies, our sex, our souls nearly every night, and in the daytime when we could. My sister and I exchanged valentines, wrote love poems, even bought each other rings with money we'd saved.

In order to maintain the illusion of being "normal," Kelly occasionally dated boys; I did the same a couple of years later. Since neither of us would do more than kiss -- and not much of that -- the guys would usually grow impatient and move on before long. I had a stroke of luck at fifteen, finding a gay male friend named Edwin who needed his own camouflage. He and I kept a fake relationship going through my last three years of high school. I told him I was a lesbian, though he never knew about my sister.

We eventually had to confess the truth to our mother, not long after I started college. Concealing our love from her required too much effort and calculation for us to keep up, and the resulting stress was making us both crazy. Besides, we felt guilty about keeping Mom in the dark about such a huge part of our lives.

So one day, Kelly and I sat Mom down and broke the news to her as gently as we could. I was a bundle of nerves, and though my big sister seemed calm, I knew from the endless discussions we'd had on the topic that she was frightened, too. We simply had no idea how our mother would respond.

Imagine our surprise, then, when Mom informed us that she'd known our secret for several years! Kelly and I sat there gaping at her like idiots while she explained.

The seeds of her suspicion were planted, incredibly enough, by a certain look that she'd seen my sister and I exchange one evening. "I've been around the block a few times," she said, "and I know what it means when two people look at each other that way, even if they are sisters."

Once the idea had taken root, the signs of our sexual intimacy were easy enough to pick up on. We always shared my bed, then Kelly messed hers up in the morning so it looked as if it had been slept in. "You girls should have used the other bed now and then," Mom told us. "One set of sheets was always a lot cleaner whenever I washed them."

It turned out that our mother was less upset about us having sex than she was at our lack of honesty; she had always encouraged us to be open with her about anything and everything. This was the first time since we were kids that Kelly and I had worked so hard to deceive her, and admitting that made us feel ashamed.

Mom admitted that she didn't really understand how sisters could fall in love. "Maybe murder each other," she shrugged. "Lord knows your Aunt Linda and I came close to that a time or two!" She couldn't help but worry about the huge risks my sister and I were taking; still, Mom gave us her blessing, taking Kelly and I into her arms when we both began to cry.

Our dear mother is gone now, and more than three decades have flown by since that momentous night when my sister and I kissed for the first time. We are still together, still lovers.

Kelly and I live in a small California town, a place where no one knows of the family bond that links us. We have kept our secret well, even from the few women who have shared our bed.

Both of us have indulged in brief flings and one-nighters with other female partners; never anything serious. Somehow Kelly and I know without saying so that we're together for the long haul, come what may. It's a beautiful valentine of a love story, and being part of it is the best thing that ever happened to me.