But that was not the real problem. The real problems began when my little sister began to follow my lead. I had always been very close to my sister, and as younger siblings often do she had a tendency to emulate my behaviors. In this case, however, she took it a step further. Rather than a rational rejection of an illogical belief system, she went into plain rebellion. My parents blamed me for her disobedience, and I soon fell out of favor with them.
When I finished high school I immediately went to an out of state college to get some distance between us, and everyone was happier for it. In fact, I had not even been home to see my parents and seldom spoken to them in the two years I had spent there. Now I sat in my room, quite surprised to be on the phone with my mother.
"So, how are things going Sophie?"
"They're fine Mom."
"Are you still keeping your grades up?"
"Yes Mom, you know I am." I had never had any problems getting good grades, and my mother knew this. It was ridiculous for her to ask, not to mention out of character.
There was a long pause, neither of us speaking. I got the distinct impression that there was something she wanted to say but could not find the courage to do so. This belief was fed by the fact that this was only the fourth or fifth time we had spoken since I had moved off to school. There had to be a reason for the call.
"So, what's up?"
"It's - well, it's Maggy."
"What's wrong now?" I tried to make my annoyance plain. I'd had more than enough of being blamed for my sister's actions. They were her responsibility, not mine.
"Nothing's wrong, actually. Quite the opposite," she was trying not to sound confrontational. "It seems she's finally settled down. She's going to church again, and she's become really good friends with Jennifer Dover."
Jennifer Dover? That made no sense. Jennifer Dover was a good little churchy girl, and Maggy and I had never liked her. Why would Maggy hang out with her? "Jennifer Dover? The short fat girl?"
"Sophie! Don't be so cruel!"
"Life is cruel mother."
We have had conversations in the direction this was leading before. She knew where we were going and bit her tongue. There was another long pause. I had plenty of resentment built up, and I didn't want to make it any easier for her to say whatever it was she was going to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
Finally, she spoke. "Your father is very happy with the way things are going now."
"That's great," I replied, making sure my words dripped with sarcasm. My father had always been far more difficult and angry about the situation than mother, his happiness meant little to me at this point in time.
"He's . . . He's cooled down a bit. I - What I'm trying to say is I talked to him, and we want you to come back home for the summer. It's been too long Sophie."
Now I was really shocked. I just sat with my mouth open, my thoughts racing.
"Sophie, are you there?"
"I'm not changing, mother. Your not going to try to convert me are you?"
"I know! I know! All we want is to see you Sophie. It's not right for us to live like this. Won't you please think about it?"
After a while I reluctantly agreed, though I was kicking myself for it after I hung up the phone. I anxiously finished the last two weeks of the quarter, then prepared for my return home. The trial that I knew that I must face was never far from my mind. While our differences might have been slightly reconciled, the rift was by no means repaired. It interfered with my studies a bit, but as I said I have always had good grades and the impact wasn't that great.
Finally the day arrived and I returned home. As I pulled up to the house, the sight brought back a lot of memories, most of the more recent ones unpleasant. The last fight I had had with my parents entered my mind. They had been trying to talk to me about being a negative influence on Maggy for quite a while, but now they were accusing me of "corrupting" her. That had been the last straw. The next day I had calmly and coldly informed them I was moving out, and we had hardly spoken since.
As I got out of the car my reminiscing was interrupted by the sight of my mother running out to greet me, tears running down her face. Immediately she embraced me.
"Oh Sophie! It's been too long. Far too long!"
As she gripped me, some of my anger finally melted and gave way. I softened, and I returned her embrace. Soon I was crying as well. The stony facade that I had prepared was crumbling. As much as I hated to admit it, I was truly happy to be back home. The welcome I got from my father was not nearly the same, but there was finally some warmth between us again. Maggy was not yet home from school, she still had a few days to go before she was done with her last year of highschool. So mom and dad and I sat in the living room and exchanged small talk. We avoided any deep conversation topics, as nobody wanted to stir up painful memories. It was a little awkward, but at least no one was angry.
Before long Maggy got home, and to my surprise she had brought Jennifer Dover with her. Also surprising was Jennifer's appearance. She was no longer "short and fat". At some point she had gone through a growth spurt and lost some of her girth. While she was by no means skinny, I definitely wouldn't call her fat. Full-bodied is more like it. In her white dress shirt, long black skirt, and knee-high boots and with her brunette braids that reached down to her waist she still looked like a good little church girl, but she was damn cute. I'd bet she made a lot of boys wish she was naughty.
My little sister didn't look bad either. She was still quite a bit shorter than me (but then again I am quite tall), but her body had developed nicely since I had seen her last. Her breasts had grown out. They weren't very large, but had a nice shape; and her hips had also flared out a bit, so she didn't look quite so tomboyish. The most striking feature was her fiery red hair, cut short but still a tangled mess anyway, just as I remembered it. We really didn't look very similar. My hair was relatively straight, and platinum blonde. Where she was athletic, I was more like a model. At times it was hard to believe we were related at all.
My sister and I embraced, though without the tears that my reunion with my mother evoked. She introduced me to Jennifer, who meekly mumbled something I didn't understand and blushed a little, and then they were off to my sister's room to study for a history final. Maggy hadn't seemed as excited to see me again as I had hoped. I wanted to spend some time with my kid sister, but well did I know the rigors of academic life.
For a while things were really not that interesting for a while. Everyone got along fine. Mom and Dad spent a lot of time at work and a lot of time helping out at the local church, so I didn't spend a lot of time with them, but when they were around we got along fine. Maggy seemed to genuinely have been "rehabilitated", and all was going well. She did spend the majority of her time with Jennifer, which I found rather odd, but this seemed to please my parents so I avoided bringing it up.
About ten days after my return home, we got a phone call from some out-of-state relatives. One of my dad's cousins had gotten in a car accident. She was hospitalized, and not likely to make it. She and dad had been very close when they were younger, so my parents immediately flew out to see her. Since Maggy and I had never even met her, we stayed home.
Maggy and Jennifer had just finished school, and both were as of yet unemployed, so they were both home all day. I found their behavior to be more than just a little strange. They both seemed quite a bit more touchy-feely than normal. Whenever Maggy happened to place her hand upon Jennifer it would linger there far longer than it should have, and whenever I had my back turned one of them would end up giggling. When I turned back toward them, Jennifer's face would always be blushed. Knowing Jennifer to be the good girl that she was, I tried for the most part to ignore it.
That night Jennifer stayed over, and I got the surprise of my life. In the middle of the night I got up to use the restroom, and as I was going back toward my room I heard noises coming from the living room. I thought that maybe someone had left the TV on, and so I went to turn it off. What I saw froze me in my tracks.
The couch was facing away from me, so I could not see anything below the top of the backrest. But I could see my sister, hands clutching her naked breasts, head thrown back, eyes closed, moans escaping from her open mouth. From the motions her upper body was going through, I got the distinct impression that she was grinding herself down on something. Whatever it was, she was obviously enjoying it immensely. Maggy and Jennifer's earlier behavior seemed to take on a whole new light, and Jennifer's reputation was no longer able to suppress the suspicions that had been aroused.
I stood and gaped for a moment, still awe-struck, but soon came to my senses and returned to my room before my presence could be discovered. My head was spinning. I was no innocent little girl; I had been exposed to lesbianism at college. But I had never even considered the possibility that my little sister preferred the companionship of other women. Suddenly a lot of things made a lot more sense. The fact that in all of Maggy's rebellion I had never heard of her having a boyfriend for instance, as well as all of the time she spent with Jennifer. They weren't just friends. "Studying for finals" indeed . . . All of these thoughts kept running through my head, almost as much as the image of my sexy little sister in ecstasy, riding what I imagined to be Jennifer's face.
I found myself getting aroused. I had never been attracted to another woman before, but the thought of Maggy being tongue-fucked by the good little church girl set my mind reeling and my body reacted in ways it never had to thoughts of men. I tried to suppress it. It wasn't right to think of my sister like that. It wasn't normal. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I couldn't get to sleep. I lay, tossing and turning for more than an hour, but it was no use.
My clit was throbbing and my nipples were so hard it hurt. I wanted desperately to cum, but I couldn't stop thinking of Maggy. I tried to think about something else sexy. I even tried thinking about just Jennifer, but Maggy always ended up finding a way in there. Finally, I gave in and started fingering myself. I sent my fingers flying over my clit, trying to get this over as fast as I could and get Maggy out of my mind. Soon I had masturbated myself to one of the most explosive orgasms I'd ever given myself. Panting and purring, I finally got to sleep.
The next day elapsed much as the first had. But the sexual undertones to the girls' behavior seemed much more evident to me. A few times, after I heard them giggling, I could have sworn that I could see Jennifer's big erect nipples poking through her shirt. It was too much for me to bear. Soon I had to get out of the house and distract myself with something else. I drove around town for a while, seeing how the place had changed since I had moved away. It hadn't really. I tried going to the local book store, but everything that was any good I already had. Besides, I couldn't really concentrate on the books anyway. I kept thinking about Maggy and her new lover. Soon I gave up and returned home. The afternoon passed much as the morning had.
That night I lay awake, tossing and turning again. It was useless. I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I got up, and was about to slip on a pair of shorts, but I suddenly felt naughty and left my room wearing only a tight little tanktop that I usually slept in. I was totally exposed from the waist down. The cool air caressing my wet pussy was exhilarating, and by the time I had soundlessly crept to the living room I was practically dripping. However, I was disappointed to find the living room empty.
I was about to return to my room when a wicked thought struck me. I could sit outside Maggy's door and eavesdrop. If they were going to make love in the living room, it seemed only fair that they shouldn't expect much for privacy, but listening to what they did in the bedroom seemed a bit more like trespassing. But I needed to get off now, and it was basically their fault I was all wet, right?
I ascended the stairs to the second story, and then crawled on my hands and knees to Maggy's bedroom door. When I stopped, I was pleased to find that I would be treated to another audio feast. At first all I could hear were soft little whimpers, punctuated by occasional inaudible whispering. As time went on it got louder.
"Yessss . . . Fuck me . . . Fuck my pussy . . . "
I was quite surprised to find that the voice doing the whimpering and talking dirty was Jennifer's. Those were not the words I expected to hear coming from her, but then again I had never expected her to let my sister fuck her either.
"Fuck me with your cock . . . Yes, oh yes . . . Harder . . . Fuck me harder . . . "
'Fuck me with your cock?' I thought. Were they using a strapon? My imagination rapidly flipped images through my mind, and in my mind I could see Jennifer on her hands and knees, with Maggy taking her from behind. I could see Maggy's hands resting on that supple bottom, and the gentle ripples that would travel through Jennifer's body as their flesh met. I became more aroused than I thought was possible. My hands crept up under my shirt and fondled my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples. I thought I was going to cum without even touching my pussy, I felt so hot. I didn't, so I soon reached one hand down between my outspread thighs and furiously fingered myself.
Evidently Maggy was complying with Jennifer's wishes, because she was thrusting into her hard enough that I could hear the slapping of flesh outside the door. Soon the pleasure prevented Jennifer from talking anymore, and the noises coming from her mouth degenerated into inarticulate moans, and then screams. I couldn't imagine the walls keeping me from hearing this down in my room, so I felt a little less guilty about eavesdropping. My climax came just after Jennifer's started and ended before hers, but still it was fantastic. I'm sure I made plenty of noise, but Jennifer was so loud that it didn't matter anyway. As I crawled back away to my room I could hear them murmuring to each other and kissing.
I hadn't planned on saying anything about what I had heard and seen to Maggy and Jennifer, but it sort of happened the next day anyway. Maggy left the house for something, and I was left alone with Jennifer for a short time. She was so cute in another one of her little churchy outfits that I couldn't resist the temptation to say something.
"So, Jennifer . . . " Already she was blushing, and I hadn't even said anything. Normally someone that incredibly shy would have irritated me immensely, but she was so damn cute when she blushed that I found it kind of endearing. I could think of no smooth way to say what I wanted, so I just blurted it out. "You and Maggy - You're more than just friends aren't you? Are you lovers?"
I didn't think it was possible for a person's face to turn that red. She just sat there, staring at me with her mouth hanging wide open. God she was so cute. But she was obviously terrified, and I started to feel guilty. "I heard you two last night, so there's no use denying it. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me, dear. I won't tell a soul."
Some of the dread faded from her face, but it was quickly replaced by humiliation. She still couldn't bring herself to speak. I cupped her cheek in my left hand and tried to reassure her some more. She was trembling, so I pulled her close and held her. "Thank you," she finally managed to squeak out. She was so meek and submissive, I thought was beginning to understand why my sister liked her.
I didn't say anything else to Jennifer about the subject, but still she acted like a beaten dog all day. If she hadn't been as cute as a button while she did it she would have gotten on my nerves. Later that afternoon, Maggy came to me.
"Jennifer told me you talked to her." I took it she meant the talk about my discovery.
"And . . . "
"I actually thought you already knew. I mean, there were all those hints."
I didn't know what she was talking about, so I just said "I had no idea until the night before last. I was pretty shocked to find out."
"So you saw us on the couch then? I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong," I replied.
"So you really won't tell anyone? Thank you so much. Mom and dad would xxx out so much!"
"Don't worry, you're safe for now. I do have a question though. How in the world did you end up with Jennifer Dover."
Suddenly her voice dropped to an excited whisper, and she turned giddy like a little girl. "Actually, she came to me about a month ago." My surprise most have shown on my face, because the next thing she said was "I know! She's the last girl I would have thought was a lesbian. But she came to me, I guess because I was the 'wild girl', and asked me if I had ever been attracted to another girl. The poor thing was terrified there was something wrong with her and that she would get caught being bad. But she was so adorable." I just nodded my head knowingly at this.
"I kind of just fell for her right away. Believe me, I was as surprised as you are."
From this point they were a bit more open about their sexuality. They would kiss passionately in front of me, and every once a while Maggy would sneak a feel of Jennifer's big heavy breasts and they would both giggle. "So that's what they were doing earlier," I thought. Jennifer was of course embarrassed and awkward the whole time, but eventually she loosened up a bit.
Later that night, while we were all watching tv (at least I was), they were really getting into it. They ended up with my sister laying on top of her lover, kissing her passionately and caressing her whole body, ending up with her hands fixed on those massive mammaries. I fixed my gaze to them in fascination, completely forgotten, but after a moment Jennifer broke off the kissing and looked over at me self-consciously. Maggy seemed to return to reality then.
"Sorry Sophie. We'll go up to my room."
"Don't be sorry," I replied. "And you don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to, I don't mind." I couldn't believe that had just come out of my mouth! But the damage was already done. Too late to take it back. I wanted desperately to see them fuck on the couch in front of me, but I hoped that I hadn't made that too obvious. It wasn't right for me to want to see my sister like this.
They both just looked at me for a moment, and then Maggy broke the silence. "Do you want to do it in front of her Jennifer? You'd like that wouldn't you?"
The only response that she could manage was to gasp out a breathy "Yes."
"I'll be right back love," my sister said. "I'm going to get my cock."
That right there was almost enough to push me over the edge. I wanted so badly to finger myself then and there. Not only was I going to get to see them making love to each other, they were going to use the strapon right in front of me! I had died and gone to heaven. And sitting across from me on the other couch was an angel. I smiled at her, and she made an attempt at returning the favor, but instead decided to stare at her hands resting in her lap, fingers entwined and fidgeting nervously.
Maggy returned with her plastic cock and soon their mouths were glued together again. Before long articles of clothing were flying every which way. I didn't even pretend to xxx the TV anymore. My sights were set on them. Jennifer was lying on her back, gloriously exposed, and Maggy was at her tits, pleasuring them with her mouth. I wanted more than anything to join them, but that was my sister. I couldn't do that.
Jennifer had her hands tangled up in my sister's wild mane while Maggy worked her tongue in ever constricting circles around Jennifer's nipples. Obviously Jennifer was enjoying the attention her breasts were receiving. She was in so much pleasure I think she had even forgotten to be meek. She had her head thrown back over the arm rest, and her eyes were closed while her mouth was wide open and letting loose little noises that attempted to do justice to the sensations racing along her nerves. I wanted nothing more than to stick my tongue in that adorable mouth, but I restrained myself for the time being.
Soon Maggy was completely naked as well, and she had her lover get up on her hands and knees. I couldn't help but notice that my sister's hair down there was just as wild and nearly as red. How sexy! Jennifer's shyness seemed to return once she was facing me, and I think Maggy got off on it.
"You want me to fuck you while my big sister watches, don't you Jennifer."
All she could manage was a meek little "Yes."
"Letting her see us excites you doesn't it."
Again, she squeaked out an affirmative response.
"Ask me for it Jennifer. What do you want me to do?"
For a moment she couldn't force it out, but finally came a whisper of "Fuck me."
"Louder, love."
She repeated it, louder this time. "Fuck me."
"More."
"Fuck me in front of your sister."
"More."
"Fuck me in the pussy with your big plastic cock, in front of your sister."
"What's the magic word Jennifer."
"Please . . . " she whined.
I guess that was enough for Maggy, because she started to rub the cock at her lover's entrance, and then to slowly insert it. All this time Jennifer kept getting redder and redder, and once again I could not help but think that she was the cutest thing in the world.
Maggy started off really slow, but soon she was thrusting in and out of the good little churchy girl rapidly. Jennifer just moaned and sighed as my sister made love to her. I was kind of disappointed that she didn't talk dirty like she had before, but I guess I probably shouldn't complain too much.
Now Maggy was fucking her hard enough that the slap of flesh was loud, and Jennifer's big boobs wobbled back and forth slightly out of sync with Maggy's movements. Her moans were getting closer and closer to screams, and I could tell it wouldn't be long before she exploded in orgasm. I couldn't take any more stimulation. I pulled off my jeans and my panties, and right or wrong I began to masturbate myself right in front of my sister. I felt dirty doing this, especially while she was fucking another woman. But I guess that was part of what excited me. I don't know how I lasted as long as I did, as turned on as I was. Soon Jennifer was cumming, and then so was I. Both of us cried our pleasure out loud, and then the three of us lay there, panting.
Then Maggy seemed to have just noticed what I had done, and it was my turn to be embarrassed. However she spoke to Jennifer, not to me.
"I think you got my sister all excited. You got her to finger herself. You dirty little girl."
Jennifer was on her back again. Maggy's mouth was on her again, first at her mouth, then moving down her neck to suck at her breasts. Then Jennifer's mouth was on my sister's perky breasts, licking and nibbling her erect and protruding nipples.
"I want to ride your face love. Get into position please."
Jennifer slid her head down off the head rest and down the couch, so her legs were hanging off the other end. Then Maggy straddled her face, and her lover's tongue shot out to pleasure her pussy. She clutched her delicious little breasts just like she had when I saw her the other night, and all the while she still wore the strapon.
Soon I was turned on again, and I thought about pleasuring myself some more, but I reconsidered. I was more than a little freaked out about what I had done in front of my little sister. But still I watched as she ground herself against Jennifer's face until she climaxed. I went to bed without a word, and I was so spent from our short encounter that for the first time since mom and dad flew out I fell right to sleep.
I woke well into the morning feeling absolutely fantastic. I had slept a full eleven hours, something I hadn't done since I was sixteen. I got up, wearing only my tank-top again, and walked to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I had to walk through the living room to get there, and discovered Jennifer and Maggie asleep on the living room floor. They were both still naked. Jennifer lay on her back with a pillow under her head, and Maggie lay atop her with her face pillowed between those glorious breasts. She still wore the strapon.
"Great," I thought. "If this keeps up and going to end up rubbing my clit off." Once again my pussy began to cream. I got out of there before I started dripping on the carpet and started the coffee. I waited in the kitchen for it to finish, and then decided to drink it in the kitchen as well. Going back through the living room would only force me to deal with the confusion that came with being attracted to my little sister.
Half way through the cup though, in walked my sister wearing nothing but the strapon. "Pour me a cup would you Sophie."
I meant to respond, but instead I stood gaping at the plastic cock. I was shocked that she would so nonchalantly wear that unnatural appendage around the house.
"You like it? It turns Jennifer on just to see me wear it, so once it goes on I don't take it off until I have to. Sometimes I even wear it under my clothes." She giggled.
She could have done anything she wanted to me right then, sister or no. I would have been completely hers if she had only acted. But she didn't. Instead she poured herself a cup of coffee (I was still busy staring), and walked back out to the living room. I tried only halfway successfully to distract myself by doing the dishes. Eventually I ran out, and had to go back through the living room on the way back to my bedroom.
However I never made it to my bedroom, as I found Maggie and Jennifer making love again on the floor. They were in the same position they had slept in, with Maggie laying atop her lover humping her slowly. I didn't even try to resist the temptation anymore, I simply plopped myself down on the couch and went to work on my pussy.
Maggie and Jennifer had their lips glued together, so there wasn't much in the way of sound at first. Then Maggie moved her mouth to Jennifer's neck, nipping and sucking the skin there. Then I could hear Jennifer's delightful moans and grunts. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and pressed my feet against my ass, spreading my thighs apart and exposing myself as much as possible.
"Faster, please, fuck me faster Maggie," Jennifer whined.
Maggie propped herself up on her outstretch arms and complied, plowing into her lover's voluptuous body and making it move in the most beautiful ways. Those tits that I had come to adore so much was bouncing back and forth, and as frequency of the bouncing increased so did the speed of Jennifer's high pitched half-scream half-moans. Soon she came, the pleasure escaping her body in one long, whiny scream.
They still lay on the floor, their limbs now entwined, kissing passionately for a few moments. Meanwhile, my fingers continued their little dance of ecstasy over my clit. I needed desperately to cum. Maggie disengaged herself and came over to where I sat. My heart stopped.
"Sophie. I want you to eat my pussy."
I just sat, staring with my jaw dropped down to the floor. This seemed to have become a rather common response for me. Somewhere deep down inside me I was sickened by the idea. Sisters don't have sex with each other. There was a voice in the deep recesses of my mind telling me to get up and run. But the throbbing of my clit and the sight of my sister's petite body drowned out that little voice.
"Will you, please?"
I nodded, incapable of any other response. She stood on the couch on her knees, and moved her crotch to my face. I licked tentatively at her slit a few times, before burying my nose in her beautiful pubic hair. Soon I got a feel for what I was doing. I ran my tongue awkwardly from the bottom of her labia to the top, splitting them apart as much as I could, before lapping at her clit. This cycle seemed to be working on her, so I repeated it. As I became more comfortable I resumed my own stimulations.
But when Maggie noticed this she stopped me. She grabbed my wrists and brought my hands up to her nipples. I wanted desperately to get myself off, but she had the power of command over me now, and I would do whatever she wanted.
"Not yet Sophie. It's my turn right now."
As I played with her nipples she threw her head back and let out a long slow moan. She began to grind her hips ever so slightly against my face.
"Oh yes. Just like that, sis."
On odd and unexpected pride began to grow in me. I was pleased that I was making my sister feel this good. I was very confused right then, but the sexual high I was experiencing overwhelmed everything else.
As Maggie got closer to cumming, she grabbed my wrists again and pinned them to the couch. Now she was humping my face. It was difficult to keep my tongue where I wanted it, but she didn't seem to mind much. Soon she came all over my face. She pulled her pussy away from me and looked into my eyes, smiling. I returned the smile, proud to have made her feel that way.
"Now it's your turn."
She sank down unto her butt beside me and placed her hand between my thighs, rubbing up and down around the outside of my pussy. I'm sure she could see in my eyes how desperately I needed to cum, but still she only teased me. Every time she came near my clit little electric pulses of pleasure would travel up my spine and hit my brain, making me more and more desperate for release. Had I been able to speak I would have begged her to make me cum. I would have begged my little sister to stick her fingers in me and fuck me to orgasm. Instead I dug my fingers into the back of the couch and thrashed my head about while I moaned in pleasure and in frustration.
Finally she inserted two of her fingers and fucked me as deep as she could. She was strong but gentle at the same time. She pushed herself into me until she could go no farther. Her fingers roamed around and explored my depths. She made my pussy hers, and in doing so gave me the most intense pleasure. It didn't take long before I felt an explosion between my legs and I screamed out my pleasure.
I had just been fucked by my sister! It had been heavenly, but now my head was out of the clouds and I was left to consider the consequences. What did this mean for me? For our relationship? Am I a lesbian? I didn't know the answers to any of these questions. It was far too much to think about in one sitting.
I sat for I don't know how long with my head resting against Maggie's shoulder, simply finding pleasure in the closeness. When I raised my head, I found my sister with her lips planted on mine. She made love to my mouth with her tongue, probing everywhere, sticking it deeper than I thought it could go.
This didn't seem like a spontaneous kiss. There was no hesitation; this seemed like something planned. I found myself thinking that maybe nothing my sister had done over the last few days had been spontaneous. Perhaps every move she had made was made with the intention of seducing me. I didn't know, and the more I thought about it the more I didn't care. I was in heaven.
As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately so did our sexual encounter that morning. We all knew that our parents would be returning that afternoon, so we broke off and prepared for their return. Jennifer said her farewells and returned to her own home. It may have just been my imagination, but her shyness towards me seemed to be dissipating.
When mom and dad finally got home, things went back to how they had been before, awkward, though now for different reasons. I didn't know how to act or what to say. My mind was constantly occupied with what had happened. It didn't help that Maggy seemed intent on ignoring that it ever had happened. I felt many things: disappointment, loneliness, even a little like I had been used and discarded. But most of all I felt a great yawning emptiness that I had not known was there before.
After this time seemed to fly by, and my time back at home was over. When I had first come down I had expected to be happy to escape the situation by the time I left. Now I was not sure what I felt. Confusion was probably the foremost emotion in my mind, if that can even be considered an emotion. I no longer knew what to feel, especially towards my sister. I loved her as a sister, but the unusual extent to which we had shared physical intimacy suggested a different kind and depth of love. One thing was for sure, I wouldn't be satisfied with men anymore.
When it came time to say goodbye, there were a thousand things running through my head to say to Maggy. Finally I said just one, "Thank you for opening my eyes."
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