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My Awakening Ch. 02

By: doonie



I walked down to the station feeling extremely excited and rather moist between the legs and caught a train into town to meet my boyfriend. The bay in my carriage was empty and with my hands resting loosely in my lap I could feel the outline of my engorged pussy lips. I nearly forgot to tell you that I'd completely shaved that area after my morning shower except for a pencil thin line of downy hair on my mons which looked like an arrow shaft pointing straight at its target.

The finger resting over my clitty and the rocking motion of the train was making me feel so wanton that I almost missed the stop I was supposed to get out at. My legs felt like jelly as I walked through the exit barrier and caught sight of my b/f. 'I've been so looking forward to this' I said giving him a hug ' thank you for arranging it for me'. 'Sexy lady' he replied making me shiver 'you deserve a big thrill and I'm dying to see how you react to the film as I'd quite like to get a video camera just for us'.

We entered the foyer and stood at the back of the queue. There were pictures from the film on display all around which left nothing to the imagination and the thought of me starring in our own films swirled round my mind. I was surprised not to see any 'dirty old men' in raincoats and noticed that there were one or two youngish couples like us as well as all the blokes. I squeezed my boyfriend's hand to get his attention. 'I want to be naughty for you' I said and without waiting for a reaction I undid the zip on my jacket. I could see the instant look of delight on his face as his eyes travelled down to admire my cleavage which was dangerously exposed. I pretended not to notice but I could see several other pairs of eyes looking me up and down – yes, I thought, I'd like to be a film star!

We went in and settled in our seats. I took my jacket off and as I put it on the empty seat beside me the lights dimmed and the show started. The film was about a young virgin's first tentative steps to explore her own sexuality. She did look extremely young and the two friends who'd undertaken to teach her how to enjoy her femininity didn't look much older either. The action soon moved to a lounger by a garden swimming pool as they all arrived back from school in fits of giggles. They made the girl lie on it then one of her friends sat supporting her shoulders in her lap, legs astride the lounger whilst the other knelt at the other end between her calves. Oh gosh, this is making me feel very randy again remembering how they started caressing her and talking to her about how aroused they had got flashing themselves in public on the way home. As the one at her head started massaging her neck and shoulders I felt a similar sensation on my own neck. I froze, tingling all over as I realised it wasn't my boyfriend. What was I to do? I was just about to say something when my boyfriend placed his finger tips on the top of my thigh and began tracing them up and down just like the girl who was kneeling on the lounger was doing. I can't describe how wonderful it felt, looking at the action on the screen and feeling the same gentle caressing of my own desperate body by two different people. I was lost as any resistance I might have had evaporated in the excitement of the moment. my breasts felt so tight and my nipples so puffy. They were aching beyond belief to be squeezed and tugged gently. I responded with my shoulders to the massage and the hand began to move under the collar of my blouse just like the girl on the screen was doing. She had actually started to undress her friend to expose her breasts and had begun to rub sun tan lotion into them. I wanted my breasts exposed too – almost without thinking I held my breath as I undid the last button on my blouse, thrust my chest out, arched my back and let out a deep sigh.

The blouse slipped down my right arm but I was beyond caring and wanted it to. I traced a line with my own fingers up across my stomach to cup my boob gently, lifting it and flicking my nipple with my thumb. I was gasping for breath again and my whole body felt on fire – I'd never been this exposed in public before and it felt so, so good. The hand moved over my shoulder and I got hold of its fingertips and pulled them towards my booby. The message got through straight away and his hand began to explore the breast I was offering him in my palm, raising it so it could be touched. He seemed to know exactly what to do to please me.

On screen the second girl had begun stroking the novices mound through her lacy little panties. Her hips were beginning to push up and down and a definite damp patch was now evident. Slowly, she eased the panties off her friend's bottom, then down her thighs until her pussy was exposed. She was really writhing now as fingers started teasing her pussy. I wanted that to happen to me too but my b/f just continued to tantalise me by caressing all round my pussy just occasionally brushing across it through the thin material. In desperation almost, I loosened the drawstring on my pants and they slid so low I could just see what was left of my pussy hair and where it stopped just short of my clitty. I let the finger tips of both my hands wander all over the area, making me squirm in my seat as my first climax started to go past the point of no return.

At last, my b/f started stroking my hands, pushing my fingers towards my slit. I've never been so wet nor has my clitty ever felt so swollen. It felt as if it was at least an inch long and each time I touched it 50,000 volts shot through my body. The young girl on the lounger had been taken through several orgasms and they were all debating how to get one of the girls' brothers to show her what a real cock felt like. All this, whilst one friend was rubbing her clitty and the other girl had virtually all her hand inside her frigging her g-spot. Part 1 of the film ended with the arrangements they'd made for meeting the following day and I just had time to do a couple of buttons up on my blouse before the interval lights came on. Wow.

I was still trembling all over as I whispered to my b/f that something very erotic had happened. 'What was that?' he asked and I explained how I'd been to horny to stop the hand from whoever it was behind me as it joined in making what was happening on the screen come alive. I glanced furtively around but there was nobody there and I felt more than a bit disappointed. 'If you liked it so much' said my b/f 'would you like somebody to help me film and play with you on another occasion?' He doesn't miss a trick but I was so excited at the prospect that my mouth went all dry and I could only nod as goose bumps broke out all over me.

'Don't look now' he said, 'but I think he's come back to sit behind you again.' My stomach did a double somersault. The lights began to dim and Part II began.

This time the hand crept straight over my shoulder from behind and undid the blouse for me. Then I felt his other hand on my neck as he began to fondle me playing with my nipple. I looked at my b/f for approval and he blew me a little kiss, so I took his fingers in mine and began to use them really seriously to play with my pussy while the stranger roamed all over my top half.

I was really loosing control of any remaining inhibitions now as I slipped the harem pants half way down my thighs and began to dip two then three fingers in my soaking cunt, spreading my juice all over my swollen love lips and clitty as I wanked it between forefinger and thumb like a baby cock. My hips thrust up and my bottom rose off the seat as I was shattered by my first ever whole body orgasm. It went on and on and at about the 8th peak I lost count as one climax rolled into another. I'd no idea if anyone else had sensed what was happening but I was way beyond caring. Then quite without warning I felt the walls of my vagina push right down as if I was turning inside out and all of a sudden I was squirting masses of girl-cum all over the back of the seat in front, down my thighs and on the floor.

That was three firsts in quick succession – public wanking and being felt up by a stranger – whole body orgasm and a squirting climax. I was wrecked and sank down in the seat to recover. Not long afterwards the film ended but I've no recollection of what happened during most of the second half. I don't know how I managed to walk back to the station but when we got home my boyfriend helped me out of my clothes then snuggled up naked behind me on the bed, holding me to his chest as I fell into a deep contented sleep.

The b/f again. To this day I'm convinced she has no real idea who it was behind her but she often recalls the occasion as one of her horniest ever moments and the turning point in her own sexual liberation as my very special sexy exhibitionist. 

My Awakening Ch. 02



Joel had left town knowing that I had taken advantage of him while he was in a drunken state. I had no idea what consequences would come of my actions. I would have to wait and see. I had been bolder than I ever thought possible, and discovered things about myself that I had never even dreamed of. The night I had spent with Joel had changed my whole idea of how life was to be lived. I didn't know how I would proceed, but I knew I was a very different person now. Passion and lust. Carnal pleasure. Exploration. These were new things to me, but I would welcome them into my life.

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My husband, Kenneth, and I made love the night after Joel left town. I tried my best to bring my new-found excitement and energy into it. Kenneth was too restrained, and it became just another routine encounter. Almost robotic. With minimal foreplay, he climbed on top of me and humped me with short and quick strokes. I made all the sounds I thought would encourage him on, but I felt very little passion. It lasted only moments. He grunted a few times with his orgasm, then pulled out and rolled onto his side. A quick kiss and soon he was fast asleep. As I lay there afterwards listening to him sleep, I realized this was maybe as good as it would ever get. Thoroughly unsatisfied, my thoughts inevitably returned to Joel.

My eyes closed as I focused in on his image. I reached down between my legs and lazily began to fondle my clit as I thought about Joel and his big cock. I imagined what it would be like as it penetrated deep inside me. I replayed the scene in my mind of me sucking his cock and swallowing the flood of cum that rushed into my mouth. I longed for it and my pussy began to get very wet with my playing and fantasizing. I rolled over, facing away from Kenneth as my fingers began to explore with more urgency. My juices made everything slippery which helped to intensify the pleasure as I increased my tempo. I explored every part of my soaked clit and labia. My fingers slid up and down through my slick pussy lips with so much urgency I had to stop for a moment, fearful that I was shaking the bed and that Kenneth would wake. Several seconds of listening confirmed that he was still breathing deeply and rhythmically, fast asleep. 

I brought the tip of my middle finger up and focused on my clit, now swollen and poking out from under the clitoral hood. I rubbed it furiously in a back-and-forth pattern as I pulled the skin above it tight with my other hand. I had to bury my face into the pillow to muffle the moans that escaped my mouth. My middle finger pushed down through my pussy lips to the bottom, and I curled my finger inward as it easily slid into my opening. I plunged it in past the second knuckle, breathing heavily with the intense pleasure. Flexing my middle finger upward, I placed the pad on the rough patch of skin I found inside my entrance. Increasing the pressure I massaged the area I knew to be my G-spot, massaging it in a circular pattern. My other hand made its way down and flowed over my swollen and sensitive clit. 

My eyes were closed and I imagined Joel's cock sliding in and out of me, filling me, pressing into every part of me. My fingers worked my pussy, inside and out, wildly attempting to bring forth ever more pleasure. All the while my thoughts focused on Joel and how amazing his cock felt in my hand that night. Soon I felt a wave of intense pleasure rippling from my pussy through the rest of me. I gasped into the pillow. My body shuddered with involuntary spasms as my climax overtook my mind. Though I tried to stay quiet I was unable to control the groans that came from deep inside. The thoughts of Joel had pushed me over the edge. I pressed my face into the pillow and bit down on it as hard as I could to absorb the sounds of my orgasm. My fingers shook in the throes of pleasure as I desperately tried to control them. I knew the bed had to be shaking with my efforts, but I had lost control. My breathing was labored and irregular with desperate breaths through my nose as I clamped my mouth shut to keep the sounds inside. Finally the wave of pleasure subsided and I was left quivering, lying on my side, with my head buried deeply in the bed. 

Slowly my breathing came under control. I listened carefully for Kenneth's breathing. Sure enough he was still sound asleep, completely unaware of yet another betrayal on my part as I lay 2 feet away. I drew the covers tightly over me and curled my exhausted body into a ball. Slowly I drifted to sleep, unable to put the fantasy of Joel out of my mind.

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That Thursday I had the day off. Kenneth went off to work at his usual time and I slept in. I was looking forward to a lazy day at home alone. Finally I got up, showered, and ate a late breakfast. Standing at the sink doing dishes, my mind was so far away. 

Suddenly two very large hands swept under my arms and grabbed my boobs firmly. I let out a surprised scream and instinctively spun around...and there he was!

Joel's face was inches from mine and he was looking down at me intently with a crooked smile, eyes piercing right through me. My jaw dropped, and I had trouble catching my breath. 

"How did you get in here?" I stuttered. It was all I could think to say.

"You gave me a key to the house, and I kept it." He said matter-of-factly.

I just stared back, speechless. He was so close to me I could feel his hot breath against my face. I opened my mouth and tried to form some kind of response, but there was nothing. 

"I came back to see you," he said quietly. "I think we have something to finish." His eyes narrowed slightly and he watched closely for my reaction.

I was in shock and my heart was pounding. As he continued to stare into my eyes, my mind struggled for words, but nothing came out. His whole body moved closer and he leaned in and began to kiss me. My body tensed and went rigid. My mind was racing, and I had no idea how to react. 

His lips caressed mine. I couldn't help but give in to him. I closed my eyes and began to kiss him back, the shock giving way to passion. It felt just like my first kiss, with my heart fluttering and my mind in absolute overdrive. He hadn't shaved probably in a day, and surprisingly his rough stubble drove me wild. I leaned into him, pressing my body against his as we kissed. Our tongues intertwined as the passion increased. My legs were weak, and I grabbed his upper arms for support. Joel's right hand snaked around my low back pulling me in even tighter and holding me steady. 

As we kissed our hands began to tentatively explore each other. I wrapped my arms over his broad shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair, as one of his hands worked its way to my right breast, gently caressing my swelling nipple. It was exquisite, and a moan escaped my lips. I pressed myself into him harder, melting my body into his.

The intensity of our kissing began to increase. Tongues interwoven and exploring. Joel leaned back slightly so his hand could find its way up and into my shirt. With expert fingers he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. He pulled my bra and the front of my shirt up to my neckline, freeing my breasts to open air. Breathing became difficult as his fingertips found my rigid nipples. I broke from our kiss and threw my head back, gasping with pleasure. Immediately he lowered his head and took my nipple between his lips, gently sucking it. His tongue rolled and flickered over it, sending shivers throughout my entire body. As he sucked on my nipple, my right hand came down his neck and back, creeping ever further downward to his perfect ass. I grabbed under his butt cheek and tightened my grip. His lips clutched my sensitive nipple. It felt so good. I leaned my head down and nibbled on his ear as he did this. 

Moving my hand around his hips to the front, I caressed his inner thigh for a few moments, tenderly massaging up and down. My passion was urgent now and slowly I moved my hand up to the object of my desires. My fingertips brushed over the hard bulge in his pants. My pussy tightened, simply from the feel of it. I cupped my hand over his growing manhood and massaged it in a circular pattern with my palm. He pressed himself into my hand, obviously yearning for more. Without any need for hesitancy now, I reached for his belt with both trembling hands and fumbled to unlatch it. Next I undid the button on his jeans and the zipper. I used my left hand to pull the elastic on his underwear out and down while I reached in with my right and once again grasped around the thick shaft of his wonderful cock. I pulled it upward and free of its confines. As the head cleared the waistband its full length flopped out into the open air. Not yet hard, it hung heavily downward, supported by my still-trembling hand.

The flickering of Joel's tongue on my nipple stopped briefly as I began to stroke his hardening cock. The outer skin loosely slid up and down the inner shaft as my hand maneuvered its length. He moaned softly with my touch. I pulled the front of his underwear down further to give me more space to work my hand. He surprised me by reaching down and pulling his pants and underwear over his hips and butt, letting them fall to his ankles. It suddenly occurred to me that I was standing in my kitchen in broad daylight with an enormous cock in my hand, my shirt pulled up to my neck, and a man was suckling my tit...It also occurred to me that I really didn't care. 

I stroked him faster, feeling his already huge cock thicken even more in my grasp. Bringing my hand all the way to the tip, my fingers focused on caressing and stimulating the soft head. I felt his body stiffen slightly and he let out a quiet moan. I moved my other hand to the shaft and he began to move his hips back and forth, working his cock through my fingers. 

I backed away slightly, pulling my sensitive nipple from the grasp of his lips. With his cock still in my hands I dropped to my knees on the hard kitchen tiles. I was eye level with his cock, and I finally got my first full daylight view of it. I held it up and examined it closely. It was everything I knew it would be. The thick shaft was heavily adorned with branching veins running down its length. The head was huge and bulbous with smooth shiny skin. It had red coloration that was noticeably darker than the shaft it sat atop. It was truly massive and breathtaking. It had the look of such power. His balls hung well below like ornaments, suspended by his wrinkled sack. He was shaved completely clean, which I found incredibly sexy. I stared at it like a hungry lioness watching her prey.

I looked up at Joel with passion in my eyes. He had been watching me admire his beautiful cock. The look of desire on his handsome face drove me wild. My gaze fell back down onto his cock, and I leaned forward and began to kiss the tip of it. As I kissed it my tongue came forward and rolled around it as if I were French kissing him. My saliva flowed over him as I took the head into my mouth and began to apply gentle suction. The soft and pliable head contorted itself within the confines of my inner mouth, molding itself around my mouths features as I sucked him in. This made him groan louder, and his hands instinctively came forward to grasp my head. He gently pulled my hair back with his fingers and held it back out of the way while I made love to his cock with my mouth.

I pulled my lips off of his cock and pushed it upright against his stomach. Leaning in further I nuzzled my head into his groin and swirled my tongue over his balls. They tumbled around inside the loose and wrinkled skin of the protective sack as my tongue and mouth nudged and explored their features. After a moment I began to move my tongue upward along the underside of his long shaft, looking up into Joel's eyes. He carefully watched every move with wide eyes. I pulled his cock away from his belly as my tongue advanced slowly along its length. Finally reaching the end, I aggressively took him back into my mouth. My lips sank down over his cock as both of my hands began to push and pull the skin along his hard shaft. 

Joel's big hands tightened their grip around the makeshift ponytail that he had pulled my hair into. I increased my suction and began to move my head steadily up and down his cock. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other trying to find balance. I increased my speed and worked my tongue over every inch of skin that it could reach. My hands moved in time with the bobbing of my head. I wanted to give Joel every amazing sensation I could. My intensity increased. At the end of each stroke I sucked down hard on the head of his cock and swirled my tongue heavily over the smooth skin. He was moaning and his hips began to rock in time with my movements, trying to fuck my mouth. I couldn't control myself as I desperately attempted to maximize his pleasure. I worked his cock furiously. Passion and desire dominated over self-control. Loud slurping noises escaped my lips. My mouth was heavy with saliva, and his cock was becoming soaked with it. I tightened my grip with both hands as I dragged the skin up and down the rigid shaft. My lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen, but I didn't stop. His moaning increased, and his body began to shudder. I could tell he was close to orgasm and I wanted his hot seed in my mouth again. I wanted to taste every drop of his warm cum and feel it slide down my throat. I kept up my furious pace, ready for him to erupt.

Suddenly he let go of my hair and grabbed the sides of my head as he stepped back, forcibly withdrawing his cock from my yearning mouth. He quickly let go of my head and clamped his fists over my hands and held them firmly in place, halting my pumping motion. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching in my grasp. I watched as a single drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip, but he didn't cum. He had held off his orgasm. I didn't know why. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, his mouth slightly open. We stayed locked in this position for several moments as he recovered. I watched him and wondered if I had done something wrong. I wanted to say something, but I was too afraid of ruining the moment. Finally he opened his eyes and looked down at me.

"Whoa...Easy...this isn't a race. We have time, right?" He said, looking down at me carefully. His lips turned up into a fabulous smile.

I was relieved. I bit into my lower lip seductively and nodded my head. He released his grasp from around my hands. I stayed there for a moment on my knees with both hands still wrapped around his big cock. I was unsure how I should proceed now. I think he sensed my hesitation. He gently took hold of my wrists and pulled my hands free from his shaft. Kicking off his shoes, he maneuvered his feet and ankles free from his pants and underwear. He bent over and took me by my upper arms. Pulling me upright, he leaned in and kissed me passionately once again. As our tongues danced over each other's, Joel's hands began to wander over my body. He caressed my back through my shirt, and then moved down to my side and waist. Slowly, and with confidence, his hands moved downward. My hips, my outer thighs, and then to my inner thighs he progressed. I closed my eyes in anticipation. I could feel his still erect cock as it jutted forward, pressing into my stomach. I grabbed it again with one hand and lightly stroked it. 

His right hand moved up my inner thigh until it reached the top. He pressed his hand firmly into my aching pussy. He stopped kissing me and looked down. I moaned my approval as his fingers flowed over me through my jeans. I spread my legs apart as his hand rubbed back and forth. My pussy was beginning to get wet with his touch. He reached with both hands and easily undid my pants and drew down the zipper. My heart beat faster now. His fingers found their way inside the elastic of my panties, and he drove his hand down inside. His fingertips brushed through my small patch of pubic hair on their journey downward. I shuddered as he finally came in contact with my clit. Oh god! I spread my legs wider and pressed myself into his fingers. He rubbed up and down my pussy, spreading the wetness all over my lips. It felt so fucking good! He found my clit again and his fingertips focused in on it, gently rubbing in a circular pattern over the swelling nub. A moan escaped my lips. I grabbed his shoulder with my free hand to steady myself as I leaned into him, resting my head against his muscular chest. He pushed his hand down further, letting one finger plow its way through the center of my pussy lips. Back and forth he worked his finger through my slit. The feeling was incredible! I was amazed how different and how much better it felt from my own hand. So much better.

My jeans and panties were limiting Joel's access, and I was happy to mirror his actions in pulling them down over my hips and letting them fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing shoes, and I easily stepped free of the clothing. Going a step further, I pulled my shirt and bra over my head. I was wearing nothing but a pair of socks now. I looked at him and gave him a wicked grin. He stepped back for just a moment and took in the sight of my now naked body, moving his eyes from my face downward. His eyes fixated on my bare breasts. My boobs were not big, but they were firm and sat proudly on my chest. My erect nipples pointed at him as if beckoning him toward me. I saw hunger in his expression. His eyes moved down my body, examining every feature. My narrow waist, the line of my hips, the curve of my ass. He carefully examined my pubic area, as I stood naked before him. My hair was trimmed into a clean triangular patch, pointing the way to my yearning pussy. He licked his lips unconsciously. 

A smile appeared on his face. He quickly stripped his own shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Now we were both quite naked, greedily taking in each other's body with our eyes. His body was incredible. He was tall, very muscular and defined, with a ruggedly handsome face. He had broad shoulders and a big chest. I knew he spent many hours every week in the gym developing his physique. His stomach was flat, with just the faintest hint of muscular definition underneath. My eyes moved to his amazing cock. I decided this was his most impressive feature. It jutted straight out from his groin like a giant missile. Being completely engorged with blood, its skin was darker than his body. As I gazed at it I noticed it twitch a little as he breathed and shifted his weight. His cock was made for pleasing. I had never before had such appreciation for the male body as I did at that moment. Everything about him seemed perfect.

He stepped toward me again. Encircling his big hands around my waist, he easily lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the kitchen counter. I hadn't expected this and I grabbed at his shoulders to steady myself. As I wondered what his intentions were, he brought my legs up and placed my feet on the counter, which had the effect of spreading my legs open. I felt very vulnerable. My pussy was now fully in his view. He kissed me passionately again, and then began to work his way down my body gently kissing along the way. He paused briefly to suck on my nipple, eliciting another groan of pleasure. My breathing quickened as he made his way down my stomach to my pubic hair. Moving off to the side he kissed and licked his way along my inner thighs. I quivered as he teased me. Slowly his lips moved upward toward my crease. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I had never had my pussy eaten out, and it was about to happen. I stared down and watched as his lips made first contact with my labia. He nuzzled his lips gently into my skin. I was trembling and could hardly breathe. 

His tongue snaked out and slid up the length of my pussy lips to my clit. I cried out, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of it. Joel began to work his wet tongue up and down through my pussy lips. The rough texture of it sent shockwaves through me. This felt better than anything I had ever experienced in my life. Without even realizing it, I put my hands onto his head and weaved my fingers into his hair. He circled his tongue over my swollen clit, coating it with his saliva. I lost control of myself as I pulled his head closer into me. Feeling a pure animal instinct, I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy over his flickering tongue. My exhalations became nothing but moans. He reached up and pushed my inner thighs outward, spreading me open wider as I fucked his tongue. One of his hands slid all the way up my thigh and I felt a finger slowly work its way into my pussy. I felt a prickly wave of electricity shoot through me as he licked and fingered me at the same time. My body shuddered with involuntary spasms.




My Awakening Ch. 02



"Oh god...please don't stop, Joel...please!" I managed to say through clenched teeth.

He smothered my clit with his rough tongue. I could feel him working it in every direction. It only took a few moments of this before a warm sensation arose inside my pussy and spread rapidly outward, racing through every part of me. My whole body shook from the orgasm. My breathing was labored and irregular. My feet slipped off the counter and I struggled to bring them back up again. Moans erupted from deep within my lungs. I laid my head back into the cabinet behind me as I quivered from the pleasure. I had let go of Joel's head without realizing it. The intense sensation faded slowly and left me shaking with my head cocked to the side. I looked down. Joel's face was still nuzzled into my pussy as I recovered from my orgasm. He was very slowly and gently running his tongue up and down the length of my pussy lips, delicately caressing them as if they were fragile.

Finally he brought his head away. I looked at him. At first I was mortified by what I saw, and then I almost laughed. His lips and chin were soaked with the juices from my pussy. Reaching down, he grabbed his shirt, preparing to wipe his face with it. I grabbed his arm and stopped him. Dropping myself off the kitchen counter, I grabbed his waist and pulled him in close. I couldn't help myself as I brought my lips to his, kissing him passionately. I tasted myself on his lips and it made me hunger for him even more. I pulled my lips away and put my arms around him. I held him in a long embrace and closed my eyes. I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my life and I wanted him to know it. We began to kiss again, gently and tenderly. As our tongues swirled caressed each other's my passion renewed. My thoughts drifted back to the semi-rigid cock that was pressing into my stomach. I reached down and grasped it in one hand, giving it a playful squeeze.

I looked deeply into his eyes. "Come with me," I said. Keeping his cock firmly in my grasp I turned and began walking toward the stairs, leading him by his big cock like a leash. Without saying a word, Joel stayed right on my heels like a good boy as we made our way up to my bedroom.

Crossing through the doorway, I led him over to the bed. We kissed again briefly, but I had other plans in mind at the moment. I took control and pressed him to the foot of the bed and sat him down. I looked down at his cock. It wasn't very hard and it rested down between his thighs as he sat, reaching nearly halfway to his knees. I got down on my knees in front of him. Reaching both hands behind his hips, I pulled his butt to the edge of the bed and spread his legs apart. His cock hung heavily down over the edge of the bed. I took it in my hand and brought it to my mouth again. I slowly worked my tongue around it, licking and sucking gently. I slid my tongue up and down the underside of the big head. Again he held my hair up and out of the way, and he opened his legs a little more for me. One of my hands worked up and down the shaft, and I carefully caressed his huge balls with the other. His cock was growing and I moved my mouth up and down over the head and top of the shaft. I could hear his breathing, rhythmic and steady.

My focus on his cock became more insistent, increasing my suction as I slid my lips and tongue up and down. I made exaggerated slurping noises as I let generous amounts of saliva flow onto it. His cock quickly became fully hard and I was again in awe at its immense size. The grip of my tiny hand around it seemed so feeble. Joel was becoming more turned on now, moaning softly above me as he sat there being devoured by my eager mouth. I loved pleasing him. I could have kept going like this. The thought of bringing him to orgasm and letting him cum in my mouth again was a tempting thought. But I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his huge cock in my pussy. I needed it!

I slowly and reluctantly lifted my mouth and released his cock. I was careful to leave a lot of my saliva slathered over it for what was to come next. I looked at him and slowly got to my feet. I took a few breaths and crawled past him to the head of the bed and lay on my back. He turned to watch as I brought my knees up partway, and spread my legs open wide. I looked up at him and motioned to him with my finger.

He got onto the bed and slowly moved up on his hands and knees until he was hovering over me. His heavy cock drooped down and rested on my lower stomach. My naked chest was heaving as he shifted back and positioned himself near my entrance. Instinctively I reached down and grasped his saliva covered cock midway down the shaft, and nestled the big head into my yearning labia. I worked it up and down my soaked pussy lips, wetting the tip of his cock with my juices. I couldn't take it anymore...I placed his enormous cock at my opening. Looking up into his eyes I nodded my consent, willing him inside me. He said nothing as he met my gaze, took one deep breath, then he slowly and deliberately began pushing into me. 

The head of his cock pressed into and through my pussy lips. I immediately let out a loud guttural moan as I felt myself spreading apart. He slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper as I stretched around him. His cock had so much girth, I thought I couldn't take anymore. The pressure on the walls of my pussy was more intense than I thought possible. And still he kept advancing, opening me further.

"Oh my god...you're so tight," he whispered almost breathlessly.

When he was halfway, he paused to let me adjust. My pussy felt stretched to its absolute limits. I spread my legs open even wider, desperately trying to make more room for him. Joel was as deep into me as Kenneth had ever been, and there was still a lot more of him. My eyes were glazed over as I stared up into his. A look of intense pleasure was evident on his face. Our lips met again, and as we kissed I was overcome with passion. 

I grabbed his hips and pulled on them, urging him deeper. I wanted to feel him in the furthest depths of my pussy. Slowly he advanced, inch by inch. I let out stifled little whimpers that I hoped he couldn't hear. I took shallow breaths, not wanting to add to the enormous pressure building inside my pussy. My insides parted, giving way to his insistent advance until we felt our pubic bones meet. I was filled beyond imagination! The head of his cock rested 9 inches into me, and I was amazed that I accepted all of him. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Cautiously I began to move myself beneath him, sliding my slick inner walls over his swollen shaft. He groaned and withdrew partway, then confidently pushed himself deeply into me again. 

"Uuunnnggghhhh," I groaned.

Joel withdrew even further this time, and more forcefully thrust his huge cock into my depths. The sensation was almost too much, but I knew I wanted more. I reached my hands around his back and urged him on. Rhythmically he began pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. The ridge on his engorged cock-head scraped itself back and forth along my soft inner walls. I was dizzy with pleasure. Each time he thrust himself forward I couldn't help but let out a loud moan. His pace increased. My pussy was repeatedly being stretched to its limit, and then released. 

"Oh, oh, oh....oh my god...oh, oh, oh," was all I could get out.

The force of him fucking me rocked my body back and forth. My boobs were being tossed around, bouncing up and down my chest. He laid his forehead down into my shoulder to brace himself while he powerfully drove himself in and out. He was now withdrawing his cock almost completely with each thrust, leaving only the head inside. I looked down between us, mesmerized as I watched the huge shaft disappear in and out. Twice he pulled out too far, and my pussy lost its insistent grasp on his cock. Both times I quickly reached down and positioned him at my canal so he could re-enter. As he worked his cock in and out I did my best to meet his thrusts, grinding my clit into his pubic bone each time he bottomed out. The sensation was so incredible. My urgency was growing and I could feel another orgasm coming. It happened so fast, but I didn't care. He felt so good deep inside me I couldn't hold back, even if I had wanted to.

The sensation of warmth began to spread through my entire pussy and lower abdomen. I could feel the orgasm building and every muscle in my body began to tense. Dizziness overcame me and my breathing came in short gasps. He must have been able to tell by my body language that I was at the edge because his pace increased. I dug my heels into the bed and rocked my hips, working my pussy around on his cock while he thrust to my very core, over and over and over. I was desperate to intensify what I was feeling. I was breathing with short desperate gasps, and moaning came from deep inside. My stomach muscles involuntarily started contracting in quick, intense spasms. 

Then suddenly an unimaginable wave of pleasure washed over me. It started within the core of my pussy and rapidly spread outward in every direction. Every fiber of my body began to tingle, and I felt like I was on fire. My whole body convulsed and I desperately grabbed at Joel's shoulders and held him tightly as my body shook from the intensity. I cried out. I lost control of my legs and they flexed back and forth as if I were seizing. I had a brief sensation that I was falling through the air as my stomach seemed to drop. Throughout this he continued to fuck me deeply. My pussy went into spasms, tightly gripping his thrusting cock, pulling at him, drawing him in, clutching at him, resisting his withdrawal. Ecstasy became the only thing in my world for a few perfect moments. I was lost in time, and nothing else existed.

My orgasm finally began to fade, and I realized that I hadn't been breathing. I took in a few desperate and deep breaths trying to catch up. My mind and body felt numb, and I was dizzy. I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to regain composure. Only now was I starting to become aware of my surroundings again. My body relaxed and I sank into the mattress. I looked up at Joel's face. He was staring intently at me with a little grin. His pace had slowed dramatically, but he was continuing to thrust into me with long and deep strokes. His cock was coated even more now with my juices and it slid smoothly through me. My clit was extremely sensitive and each time he brushed into it I jumped. Finally, he slowly pushed all the way into me and stopped.

"My god that was awesome to watch!" he marveled. 

I replied without thinking. "Joel, I...I've never felt anything like that before. I can't even explain how incredible it was."

"Where has this part of you been hiding?" He asked.

I thought for a moment before answering. "Deep inside," I said, looking up at him. "But I think you're touching that part right now." I winked and gave him a huge grin.

Joel flashed a quick smile back, then withdrew his cock and lay down by my side. Taking the cue, I got up onto my hands and knees and climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach. My boobs hung down into his view and he reached up with both hands to caress them. God it felt so good. I lowered my pussy down on top of his glistening wet cock, pinning it against his stomach. I worked my hips back and forth slowly, gliding my wet lips up and down the length of his long shaft. We both groaned in unison. My pussy slid easily up and down his huge shaft. He reached up with both hands and massaged my tits as I shifted my weight over him, dragging my pussy across his cock. I paused briefly at the top and rolled my lips over his cock-head in a circular motion. He took a deep breath and clutched my tits even tighter. 

Feeling the need to be filled by him once again, I raised my hips and reached down with one hand to pull his rigid cock into position. I maintained my grip as I lowered my aching pussy down over his length, inviting him inside me once again. My inner muscles were so much more relaxed, the penetration was smooth as I flowed easily over him. With him deep inside me our pubic bones met once again, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation of absolute fullness. I rocked my pelvis back and forth against his pubic area, pressing my clit into him. His cock twitched slightly inside me. I continued this motion for a few moments, savoring the incredible feeling.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at him and realized that he had been staring up at me the entire time, studying me. He was incredible, and this set off a wave of intense passion inside me that took hold of my whole being. I was becoming infatuated with this man. Holding his steady gaze with mine, I slowly raised my hips, drawing the slippery walls of my pussy up and over the considerable length of his shaft. When I could feel the head of his cock pulling through my labia I relaxed back and let my pussy flow down over him again until he was buried deeply within me. 

He brought his hands to my hips to add support. On my hands and knees I began to rock my body forward and back, dragging my tight pussy over his cock. Still staring at me, his mouth opened but no words came out. I grinned at him again and began to increase my pace. I tilted my pelvis forward and back as I worked him in and out, constantly changing the angle of penetration. I settled into a steady rhythm, not overly fast or slow. I desperately wanted to prolong this sensation. Up and down his cock I slid, watching his facial expressions through every moment. My boobs swayed above his chest from the motion. I bent my arms and dropped my chest down, dragging my protruding nipples across his skin as I fucked him steadily. Oh god. The combined sensations drove me wild. The way Joel was breathing told me he was being driven wild too. This incredible man had awakened something inside me that I didn't know existed. Something I knew I wanted to feel over and over again.

Joel's hands now started to push and pull at my hips, guiding me over his cock. Taking back control, he moved me faster up and down his length. The increase in speed had an immediate effect on me, as the incredible sensation rushed through my pussy with each deep penetration. His strong hands worked me over him, and I let him take full command of the pace. I'd had two orgasms. It was his turn.

The speed of our pace increased the friction between us. I could feel the head of his cock as it swept through my pussy. The long strokes stimulated every inch of us both. I reached down between us with one hand and caressed his balls gently as we fucked, rolling them in my fingers and sliding them around inside the loose skin of his ball-sack. He moaned his approval. As our pace increased I did my best to meet his thrusts with my own. I flexed my pelvic muscles around him, grabbing him tighter. His response to this was an opened mouth and a wrinkled forehead. He looked to me with pleading eyes. He needed release and I was going to give it to him. 

I pumped my hips up and down, driving my pussy over his cock, tunneling him through me. The head of his big cock stayed enveloped within me and in a constant state of stimulation. Over and over, faster and faster, I pushed him in and out of my depths. My soft and slick pussy walls caressed and coddled his thick shaft. I fucked him as hard as I could. My breathing became heavy with the effort. I looked down at him, his face was contorted with the pleasure. I stared at him as we fucked. I wanted him to cum so bad. I needed it as much as he did. 

My hips rocked back and forth as I worked my pussy on his length. I used every muscle, every motion that I could, trying to milk the cum out of him. My pussy gushed fluid onto his cock. The intensity of my sensation was almost overwhelming, but my focus was completely on Joel. His face was gripped with his impending orgasm. His eyes were glazed over and he was moaning loudly. I knew very well how he was feeling at this moment having been there myself just a short time ago. His hands stayed on my hips, pulling me up and down onto his hard cock. He moved his hips upward in time with my motions, driving his cock-head into the farthest reaches of my wet pussy. His need to cum urged us both on with a feverish pace.

His mouth opened and in between gasps he moaned, "I'm gonna cum...oh...I'm cumming."

I quickly raised my hips, his big cock slipping easily out of my soaked pussy. Joel's body was shaking. His hips continued to gyrate out of pure animal instinct as his body prepared for the ultimate manifestation of male pleasure. He was gasping and I could see his shoulders convulsing. I threw my right leg up and pivoted around on my left knee so I was beside him. I hurriedly grabbed his cock in my hand as I brought my mouth towards it. 

Suddenly, his body went completely rigid. Before I got my mouth to it, his hips bucked and his cock ejected the first huge explosion of cum. It splattered forcefully across my forehead. I heard him grunt loudly with the first spasm. I clamped my mouth down over his huge cock-head and began to stroke it just as his insides contracted again and sent the second thick stream of cum into the back of my cheek. As I began to gulp this down, a third wave of cum washed over the back of my throat. 

With each ejaculation, Joel's body shuddered violently and there was a loud grunt. I swallowed as fast as I could as he repeatedly expelled huge streams of cum into my waiting mouth. My hand worked up and down his slick shaft, milking him for more, prolonging his ecstasy. Finally he was done and his body collapsed into the bed, completely spent. 

I continued to gently suck his cock as I finished swallowing all of his seed. I worked my tongue over him and cleaned him as I had done before, savoring the taste of our mixed juices. Pulling my mouth away, I reached up and used a finger to scrape off the thick white glob of cum still sticking to my forehead. Looking up at him, I seductively sucked my cum-coated finger, swallowing the remnants down as well. I wanted him to know what it meant to me to accept him fully and swallow every drop of his cum. He stared at me as I did this, still catching his breath. 

I pulled my finger from my mouth and gave him a huge grin. He grinned back, pulling me up by the shoulders, giving me an amazing and passionate kiss. With our tongues entwined, we both savored our taste for a long moment. Finally I relaxed into him and nestled my head down into his shoulder. No words were spoken or needed right then. We lay like this for several minutes, savoring each other's embrace. At that moment nothing else mattered. I raised my head and looked over at the clock. It was 12:15. Five hours before Kenneth would be home. I reached down and took Joel's soft cock in my hand...and smiled...

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Joel and I fucked twice more that afternoon. His stamina was every bit as incredible as his body. I swallowed every drop of cum that he gave me that day. I was infatuated. My life was now forever changed – for the better. Joel left the house 20 minutes before Kenneth came home, and we vowed to get together soon and often. He said he wanted to find out what other dirty secrets I had been hiding. I just winked at him as he drove off. I would be counting the days and hours until I could feel him inside me again. I knew what I had to do.

Kenneth came home and I told him I wanted a divorce. I was vague with him about the reason. He was stunned to say the least. I still cared for him a lot, but I just could not stay with him knowing what I now knew about myself. He would never be able to change, and I would never be the same again. Those two facts could never coexist. For both of us I had to leave. We both had good careers, and we'd both be just fine. 

I packed a bag and walked out the front door not knowing what I would find...but I knew I'd have fun finding it.



My Awakening Ch. 02a



This is a continuation of my previous story. So it will be helpful to have read that story beforehand. This chapter got rather long real quick so I opted to separate it into three parts. Hope you all enjoy it.

All characters depicted are over 18.

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I rolled back on my side. That's when I noticed it. I still had my sister's panties from last night clutched in my head. I let out a deep contented sigh. I lay there reminiscing about last night's adventure with my sister. I wondered was that it? Would there be more? Did I want more? I thought about that last question. My sister had made me feel amazing, loved, even beautiful. I decided that, yes, if she wanted another go, I was in. In for an inch, in for a mile. Or, as it came to my head before I corrected it, in for an itch. And, boy did I have an itch that my sister knew just how to scratch. Not knowing what might be in store for today, I got up. Not more normal groaning. I was excited, buoyant. That third day I wasn't a morning person? Yep. After a night of sex with my sister, gave me a skip to my normal pattering of my feet. Who would have known? 

Slipping into my pajamas, forgoing my underwear. I padded down the hall to the kitchen. I saw everyone else was up and breakfast was just about ready. 

Dad looked over from the stove, "Finally decided to join us, sleepyhead?"

I stretched a bit and responded, "Yeah, couldn't trust anyone to leave me any food. Especially with your cooking." I went over to my dad, standing on my tippy toes and kissed my dad on the cheek.

"You seem to be in a good mood this morning. We didn't even have to shake you out of bed," my mom said.

"Guess I am just happy Kaitie's home," I said using my longtime nickname for her. She loathed it when others called her that, but with me she tolerated it.

Dad pulled me into a hug. He always hugged me the same. Deep, hard and long. Like he never wanted me to go. I felt safe and loved in his arms.

"Hurry up, dad. I'm starving," Kaitlin piped up. Laughing, my dad kissed the top of my head and let me go and turned to finish making breakfast.

"First time home since moving to California and impatient as ever," my dad chuckled.

I turned to face my sister who had a beaming smile. I stuck my tongue out at her. Dad always gave me hugs in the morning. My sister would always bicker about the food getting cold or it taking too long. Anything to get the hugging to stop. It was a sibling thing. And it started right back as if it never stopped. Despite last night.

So I went to sit in my normal spot. I had always liked sitting next to the window behind the table. Mom liked the chair facing the kitchen. I think it was to check on the time since the clock was in that direction. So dad sat opposite me and next to mom. Normally, I don't have an issue getting in and out of my spot. But today was different. With dad cooking pancakes and mom and Kaitlin were both already seated, I had to squeeze myself behind one or the other. My sister inched her chair closer to the table. So I took the hint. I sucked in some air, not that it would do much good as small as I was, and inched my way behind Kaitlin. My nipples, still sensitive from the night before, brush across my sister's golden tresses sending pleasant tingles through my body.

Finally sitting down, I looked over and saw my sister grinning. While dad finished the pancakes, mom asked, "So you two have any plans?"

Immediately, Kaitlin responded with one word. "Shopping."

My sister loved shopping. Whether she bought anything or not. I loathed it. I opted for online shopping and staying in, but my sister loved going out.

"Oh that's nice. Mind if I tag along?" My mom and sister were very similar. The two of them could shop until the stores closed. My dad and I were different. We liked to stay in and piddle about the house.

"Sorry, mom," Kaitlin started, "but I think it's a sister day today." She reached under the table and quickly found my hand. Interlacing her fingers with mine, she gave my hand a squeeze. A reassuring squeeze? An urging squeeze?

I looked at my sister, my eyes wide with confusion. Kaitlin looked at me and slightly shook her head towards mom. I looked at mom then back at Kaitlin. She was trying to tell me something, but I had nothing.

"Honestly, Hailey did you already forget?" I was dumbstruck. Forget? Forget what? Had I actually planned to go shopping with Kaitlin and I blacked it out? Kaitlin, addressing our mother, said, "Hailey was telling me last night how she still needs to do some Christmas shopping. So I volunteered to go, but since it's for the two of you it might be hard to hide it if you come."

Now I get it, she wanted me to come up with a lie without making it look like a lie. "Oh, sorry. I must have a lot on my mind today. Sorry."

"Yeah. I suppose. I mean her computer did explode on her last night?"

While our dad was carrying two serving plates of food—one with the pancakes, one with bacon and sausage patties—asked, "What? Exploded?"

"She's exaggerating," I sighed, "but yeah it crashed on me and I haven't had time to determine the issue."

"I heard her yell last night. So I went over to see what her problem was. Then we started to talk. She mentioned having so much to do and not a lot of time to do it in. One of which, was buying Christmas presents. So I offered my expertise," she said this last with as much bravado as she could muster. Almost, as if I should give her a medal for her taking me anywhere.

Mom looked over at me, "What do you have that's so time-consuming?"

"Well, I have a paper that's due. Not to mention exams to study for. And now on top of it all, I need to figure out what's wrong with my computer. That'll take time plus the shipping and then the installation. All while still needing to use it for schoolwork." I was working myself up. Listing my problems, but seeing no solution. I needed to write my paper. I needed my computer to write my paper. My computer decided to up and crash on me. UGH!

That's when I felt it. A reassurance. My sister's hand had dropped my hand and was placed on my thigh. Stroking my thigh, her fingers were making lazy circles where they touched. It was comforting.

"See? She needs a day off. A day off from thinking. So I decided we should have a sister's day."

"Seems like a good idea to me, kiddo," my dad said to me.

"Yeah. I suppose. I still worry about everything else. Will I have time to finish it all?"

"Well, no good comes from worrying. I think a day to cool off and let your mind wander will do you some good. Besides, I need your head clear and focused on your sister. I can't afford to let her go hog wild in the mall with my credit card. Not if you plan to go to college at least." My dad chuckled and slid a credit card over to Kaitlin.

She snatched it and doing her best evil villain impersonation steepled her hands with the credit card between them and lecherously said, "My precious!"

My dad laughed heartily and said, "If I recall, someone was just complaining how hungry they were." My sister put on a faux innocent expression and put the credit card in one of her pants pockets and started piling up pancakes on her plate.

"Eat up, little sis. We have a long day ahead of us." She smiled, almost wickedly. Oh, God. What was in store for me today? No use backing out now. I was committed.

We had some small talk while we ate. As we were clearing the table, I started to rinse the dishes. When my dad nudged me out of the way and said, "You better get ready. Knowing your sister, you probably shouldn't keep her waiting too long."

I walked to the bathroom. I started the shower. Nice and hot. Getting the steam to start fogging up the mirror, I checked the temperature and adjusted it accordingly. I slipped out of my clothes and into the hot shower. I was enjoying the feel of the water cascading down my body, when a loud banging interrupted my reverie. "HURRY UP, SIS. WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!"

What was it about my sister and shopping? Of course we have all day. The mall closes at 10 PM during the holiday shopping season. It wasn't even 10 AM, yet. Did she really expect us to shop for twelve hours. Again, I wonder what I had gotten myself into. But I quickly finished my shower. Wrapping myself up in a towel and holding my pajamas, I trudged down the hall to my room. Laid out on my bed was an outfit. I looked at it. I looked at my closet. What the hell?

Peeking into my room, my sister tells me, "I picked out your outfit for today."

Turning towards her, "I don't even recall owning these clothes. Where did you find them?"

She walked into my room, closing the door behind her. "You don't own these. Or rather you didn't own these."

I was confused. So if I didn't own these were they hers? But then these would be too big for me. I looked at the clothes, almost as if they might lunge up off the bed and attack me.

"They're just clothes, silly. Just put the on."

I turned to Kaitlin, half expecting her to leave or avert her eyes. She did neither. She crossed her arms and arched her eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to leave?"

"Why? I saw it all last night."

She had a point. She had a ring side view of my body. So I turned to the bed and dropped my towel. Before I had a chance to reach the bed, her body was pressed to mine. She breathed in my freshly clean scent. Her hands wrapped around me, hugging me from behind. I let a stifled sigh. Her hands traveled up my body until both were cupping my breasts. I was shivering, both from her touch and the air hitting my damp skin.

"I had to tear myself away from you this morning. It took all my strength to leave your bed. I could stand like this all day until my legs gave out."

She slowly disentangled from me. On wobbly knees, I walked to the bed and sat down. I picked up the outfit one piece and examined it. It was a loose fitting white blouse with a low neckline. Below it was a purple mini a-line skirt. Next to the outfit was a pair of anklet socks with lacy trim on top. And to round up my attire, on the floor were a black pair of Doc Marten's Mary Janes. I looked around the bed and noticed a tiny flaw in Kaitlin's thinking. There was no underwear. I put the blouse down and headed to my dresser.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Turning around I stammered, "Um, my dresser."

"Everything you are to wear is on the bed."

"But there's no underwear."

"I know. Now hurry up." I was frozen in place. I could get away with no bra. I didn't like to, but my breasts as small and firm as they were probably wouldn't be noticed. No panties? That just seemed so impractical. In my indecision, I saw impatience in my sister's eyes.

I went back to my bed and put on my new skirt. I then slipped my blouse over my head. I sat down and put my socks and shoes on. When I stood up, my sister indicated to me she wanted me to turn around to which I did. I saw my reflection in the mirror. The neckline was lower than I had anticipated. It plunged to just below my sternum, but wasn't so loose that I would have an issue with a boob popping out. Not unless the neck was yanked. Squinting, I could swear I saw my nipples through my shirt, but wasn't sure. I walked closer to the mirror and sure enough, if you looked hard enough you could see my nipples! I couldn't go out like this! But then looking back at the neckline I realized a bra would be much worse. The bra would clearly be seen both the inside edges of the cups and the strap between them. Looking down at the rest, I noticed the skirt was shorter than I realized at first. It also flared out a bit. Sitting down, I would have to be very conscious to not flash anyone. But normal walking should be modest enough if not still a little daring.

I turned back around to face my sister. The look in her eyes was mesmerizing. She had a desire. A desire...for me. That thought shook me. I was desirable? To my sister no less! The insecurities I felt on my attire vanished. If this is how my sister wanted me, then this is how I wanted to be. I saw now that our attire wasn't unalike. The colors were different and hers had a few more accessories. She had on a red top, but it flowed over her curves and the neckline didn't seem to plunge us far. Or maybe it was an illusion since she had larger breasts. Her blouse was tucked in to a tight beige mini skirt that was definitely shorter than mine, but as tight as it was it didn't seem to have the same tendency to flash someone as she sat down. She had a gold chain belt around her waist and matching gold hoop earrings and red heels to finish off her look. She looked, in a word, amazing. 

I looked back at my mirror and I saw, in myself, a beauty trying to emerge. I saw her walk behind me in the mirror. When she reached me, she bent down and fiddled with my left ankle. I looked down at her curiously. When she was done, with whatever she did, she looked at me and said, "I wanted to see the anklet I got you." I looked at my ankle and while I usually kept it hidden in my socks and pants I tended to wear, there it was out in the open.

I started to tuck my shirt into my skirt, like my sister's look. She pulled my hands away and said, "This blouse isn't supposed to be tucked. Now come on. Oh don't forget your purse."

My purse? I never carried a purse. All I needed were my keys, my phone and my wallet. All of which fit in my...that's when it hit me. I had no pockets to put my stuff in. So I looked around and on the bed, totally ignored was a small black purse with a little strap. I went to pick it up. I opened it and there in my new purse was my phone, my keys and my wallet. I looked up at my sister and she was smiling at me.

"Okay. We're all set. Ready to dip into your college tuition?" I looked at her in confusion. Her shoulders slumped a little and she rolled her eyes at me. "You remember. The little joke dad made about the credit card?" Oh. Right. "You would think as dazed as you have been so far with me back, that I'd be the smart one."

So we headed out of my room, but as we got out of the doorway her arm linked into mine. We exited right in front of mom. She looked at us in our outfits. Then as if out of a daze, she asked, "Where did you get that outfit, Hailey?"

"I bought it for her before I left Cali. I had planned for it to be a Christmas present. But since we are going shopping, I couldn't be seen in public with her in her old clothes. So I guess I have to get you a different present, little sis." She looked over at me and gave a little wink. Again, I fretted what had I gotten myself into.

"Well you look beautiful," mom directed towards me, "you both do." She leaned and gave us each a peck on the cheek. "So," addressing Kaitlin, "how long do you plan to be out?"

"Probably not home until after dinner." I had a deer in the headlights look. She expected to stay out how long? What the hell are we doing all day? She saw my look and giggled. "We might catch a movie and dinner out. We'll see how tired Hailey is."

"Okay. Well you girls have fun."

As we left, I could almost hear mom saying something to the effect of them, my parents, having the house to themselves. Kaitlin looked at me and laughed. I guess she heard it too. 

We walked to my Mini Cooper, both of us heading to the driver's side. She held out her hand to me and I looked at her then her hand. Not sure where this was going I grasped her hand with my free hand. She got an exasperated look on her face. "No. Your keys." My keys? No one drives my car. Not even my dad. This is my pride and joy.

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On Kaitlin's 16th birthday, our parents got her a VW Bug. It was last year's model, but had low mileage. She had really wanted a convertible, but had been persuaded that since it was a year round car and we lived in Spokane, where the winters could get bad, that a convertible was probably not the best option. She did get to pick the color.

When it was my turn to get a car, I had long since planned a new car was not my option. No, I liked the old cars. When I was younger, my dad had gotten a toy. He had gotten a steel body replica of a Ford Model T. Whenever he was out in his garage (we had a shed he converted to do maintenance and eventually work on cars), I was out there with him helping. His nickname at that time, I've had many over the years, was Grease Monkey. I would just hand him the tools, but eventually I would get curious about a new part he got or what he was doing. So little by little I would learn about cars.

When we finally got it finished, he offered the first ride to my mom. She flatly refused. I don't think she really liked the idea of a hot rod, but it made my dad happy and so she didn't say anything. I also can't recall her ever getting in it. So when he turned to me and asked if I wanted to go, you could have seen the smoke trail following me, much like the Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons.

We made it a habit to coast around on nice days. We'd even stop off at an ice cream shop and get ice cream cones. Annually, we would enter in local car shows. One year, though, during the summer before my 15th birthday, I saw the car I just had to have. A 1967 Mini Cooper. An older gentleman I had never seen owned it. I was practically drooling over it. It wasn't all that appealing, I guess. I mean I'd seen hot rods, like my dad's, and muscle cars, but this one was distinctively different. And it hadn't been "Americanized", by which I mean the driver's side was on the opposite side.

"Would you fancy to sit in the car," a British voice asked. I whirled around. My eyes were threatening to pop out of my head.

"R-really? You'd let me?"

"I reckon why not," he said with a brilliant smile. I looked over at my dad who just nodded his assent. I slipped my shoes off, I'd been to enough shows to know not to sit in one's show car with dirty shoes on, and slid into the driver's seat. He closed the door for me as I basked in glee. He indicated to me to roll the window down. Once it was, he told me to go ahead and adjust it as needed. He turned away from me and started talking with my dad. I didn't pay any attention as I was off in my own little world. One in which this was my car.

On my 15th birthday, my present came in the form of a 1967 Mini Cooper. Not the one I'd seen, but a fixer-upper. For the next year, my dad and I worked on this car. I knew the ins and outs of my car. And I absolutely love it.

Perhaps, you are wondering what then did I get for my 16th birthday? My parents, a month or so from my birthday, were wondering what they could get me and finally just asked. I thought it over. My old computer, which was already old when I got it, was in need of replacement. So I asked, if it wasn't too much, if I could get the parts to build one. They discussed it and, as they said, my car was more modestly priced than Kaitlin's had been they could get me my parts. So I made an account with newegg, researched all the parts and put the parts in a wish list that was forwarded to both parents. That same computer that sat in my room that stopped working.

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She wanted the keys to my car? My pride and joy? I couldn't fathom it. "Why? I know where the mall is."

"We're not going to the mall, at least not first. I made an appointment for you while you were in the shower. We are already late. So if you can just hand me your keys we can get going." Did I mention my sister can be impatient?

I tentatively handed my keys to my sister. It seemed like I had just given her the one thing I cherished and was never going to see it again. I walked to the passenger side of the car, a side I have never sat in in this car.

Once I got settled and belted in, Kaitlin laid her hand on my bare thigh. "Cheer up. This will be a fun day. Trust me." She smiled warmly at me. She started the car and headed off to who knows where. Her hand never leaving my thigh, except to change gears. We pulled into a parking lot of a beauty salon. What's going on? But before I could ask, Kaitlin was out and rushing to the door. So I got out and, making sure both doors were locked, followed my sister.




My Awakening Ch. 02a



"Sorry we're late," I heard my sister tell the receptionist, "Little-Miss-I-Slept-Too-Late-And-Took-Too-Long-To-Get-Ready just couldn't be bothered today." My head snapped up when I heard her long time hyphenated jabs directed at or about me. I forgot about those in the year and a half apart we'd been.

Just then I heard what could only be considered a squeal. "Oh. My. God! Is this the little string bean of a sister that always followed you around like a second shadow?" My eyes bugged out. My sister's high school best friend, Paige, was a receptionist here? "Let me get a look at you, girl." She gasped at what she saw. "Wow. You really have turned into a beautiful girl." I looked down at the floor at her compliment and felt my face burning up. I glanced up at a mirror and saw my face was beet red.

Now Paige is roughly my height, but had more a more fuller look than I did. Her dark hair, which fell to the shoulders, was the perfect contrast to her alabaster skin. She had a face of an angel, but her eyes sparkled with the mischief of an imp. Paige grabbed my hand and led me to a chair, to which I sat as I waited for my fate. She and my sister continued talking, when I heard Paige ask, "So what are we doing today?"

"Well she needs a haircut," my sister responded. I looked up and stared at the reflection of my sister and Paige. Wait, a haircut? Okay, fine I was sitting in a hair stylist's chair, but it hadn't really registered.

"But-," I tried to express my reluctance, but my sister put her hand on my shoulder as their conversation continued. I guess I had no say in the matter, much like the rest of the day had been so far.

"Well, yeah. I mean why bring her here for a boob job?" That brought my head snapping back up. With all this snapping, I'm surprised my head wasn't completely sore by now. I noticed a quick look between my sister and her friend. Realizing how I must have taken that, she leaned over me and said, "Not that you need one. From where I am, they look just fine." She pecked me on my cheek. "Your sister can just be a little daft at times." The compliment and the kiss had me blushing anew.

"So this is what I had in mind," my sister informed Paige while showing her images on the phone. I guess Paige wasn't the receptionist but rather the stylist.

Looking over the pictures, then back at me, Paige said, "Oh yeah. She will definitely be able to pull this off. It'll really make the boys notice her now. Can I hold onto the phone to consult?"

"Yeah. One sec." She fiddled with the phone, then handed it over. "There now you don't need a password to access it when it hibernates."

"Excellent. Shouldn't be too long."

She started getting her tools she would need. I watched with interest. "So, little sister is getting a make-over, huh?"

"Seems so."

"Yeah. I figured you didn't get much say in this."

She started snipping and clipping my hair. I sat and dutifully moved my head at her urging. I tried to get glimpses of the photos she kept looking at. Once she saw me straining to see. "Sorry. I think Kaitlin wants this to be a surprise. Don't worry, you will look stunning. Trust me." As she was working she asked me questions about school. She finally asked about boys, specifically about a boyfriend. I shook my head not able to speak about it.

"Surely there's a boy you're interested in?"

"There was."

"Ooh. Do tell."

"He asked me out to prom."

"How I loved the formals. I bet you looked exquisite with your dress and shoes." She then got a hurt face. "But I wish you had come here and had me do your hair and nails. Girl, you would have looked like an angel, or a sex kitten depending on what you wanted. Well, this year you know where to go, right?"

"Won't be a next time."

"What? Your last formal of high school. It's better than being a junior at prom."

"Wouldn't know."

"You did say he asked you to prom, though."

"He canceled. On the night of..." I stopped abruptly.

"That jerk! If I had him where you are now, he wouldn't be leaving here with his dick." With that she snipped he scissors in the air in front of my face. "At least not in my fantasy." I chuckled at her display. "Look, the best way I know to get back at being dumped? Look so damn good he ever let you go."

She finished my hair, but rather turn me around to inspect myself in the mirror she pulled me out of the chair and led me to the back. "Normally," she explained, "we wash the hair before the cutting to make sure its all clean. But I saw that you had just washed it so I opted to cut first. Now, when I wash your hair, any loose strands will just fall out. When we get back to the chair, I will style it. So you can see just how great it will look with a minimal of effort."

So I sank into my new chair. She started lathering up my scalp and I slowly drifted off a little. "Okay. All done," I heard distantly. Opening my eyes, I recalled where I was. "Yeah. I love getting my head massaged too. Come on." Again she helped me out of the chair.

This time, as I sat in my original chair, she turned me to face the mirror. My long hair was gone. In its place was a much shorter version of my hair. Even wet it didn't come down to my shoulders. I wanted to run my hands through it, but when I tried Paige lightly slapped my hands. "Let me show you how to get the best look to go with this style first. Okay?" I simply nodded.

She put some mousse in her hands and started raking her fingers through my hair. Then she took a pick and shaped and styled it. When she was finished, I didn't recognize the person in the mirror. I moved my head and so did the reflection. I tested everything I could, but the reflection, I realized, was me. I had my bangs combed over to one side slightly covering my left side of the face. The rest of my hair swept out in the back with the right side tucked behind my ear. That's when I noticed my sister had discarded the fashion magazine she had been looking at and moved behind me.

"So, Hailey. Do you like it?"Did I like it? I mean I missed the feel of my hair, but I couldn't deny I did like the way it looked.

"Yeah. No," still looking at my head in different angles then looking at them both in the mirror, "I love it."

I was offered two hands, one my sister's and one was Paige's, to stand up from my chair. We walked to the register where Kaitlin handed Paige dad's credit card. I didn't look to see what it cost or the tip she gave. Apparently, she also got some of the mousse Paige used. "You know, if I had known we were using daddy's card," Paige said, "we could have dyed or better yet highlighted her hair and done her nails as well." I was still looking at my new hair style in the mirror and started fantasizing about a new color. Could I pull off blonde, like my sister? Not likely. Then I thought maybe just blonde highlights on my bangs then blonde tips on the remainder. I smiled at that thought. I looked at my sister, pleadingly. "See? She likes that idea already!"

"Well, unfortunately, we have lots to do and now less time to do it." Paige bent her head to Kaitlin's and kissed her on the corner of the mouth, more like close friends might.

I was about to head to the door, when Paige gripped my wrist. "Look, for prom. Come back. I will fix you up."

"Look-" I tried to tell her.

"I know. Look you are gorgeous. If those high school boys can't see that and are too stupid to ask you out to prom. Well, I might even be able to help with that too." She handed me a card, on the back she wrote her cell number on it. "Just think about it." She leaned in and kissed me, much like she had with Kaitlin. I was on cloud nine. My sister, and now Paige, thought I was beautiful. I felt like I was floating to the car rather than walking. I didn't even attempt to get into the driver's seat. I just plopped down in the passenger's seat and basked in pleasure.

I was sitting there as Kaitlin pulled out of the parking lot. At the first red light, Kaitlin's hand reached between my legs and started playing with my pussy. All of my thoughts fled from my mind in that instance. Her hand is on my pussy...HERE? Everyone can see! The light turned green, but her hand removed.

"Shift." Huh? "I can't shift with my hand where it is. Or do you want me to stop?"

I then noticed that my car was revving and needed to be in a higher gear. So I put my hand on the shifter and, at my sister's nod, shifted into second gear. My sister took that opportunity to slip the tip of one finger into my pussy. This continued all the way to the mall. I would shift and she would add more stimulation. I felt vaguely like Pavlov's dog, but I didn't care. I was being brought to the edge and back again. It was frustrating, but if I remembered last night, my sister didn't just tease. She made good on her fingers' promises. I just had to wait it out—the best was yet to come.

And come it did! Once we got to the parking garage, she found a spot that was rather empty. Surprisingly empty, considering this was still a Saturday and one in December when people should be flocking to the stores for Christmas gifts. She'd worked three fingers into my pussy and had been gently pushing them in and out, but never enough pressure to give me the orgasm my body had craved. The moment she put the car in park, she took her hand from my pussy. She licked her fingers of my juice on her fingers. Except for one, the last finger she offered to me. So I sucked my own juices off her remaining digit.

Sitting back she told me, "Lean against the door. Oh and make sure it's locked." I looked at her blankly. So she emulated what she wanted me to do. She locked her door and leant back in the corner between the car seat and the door's opening. Doing so, she lifted one leg up and placed her foot between the two seats. The other leg was spread as wide as she could manage in my tiny car.

Understanding what she wanted, I mirrored her pose. Once I was in place, she moved. How she managed it I don't know, but she was between my legs in a matter of seconds. She had to squirm to avoid the shifter, but she was in place. 

At first, she started to kiss me. Her tongue darted out and into my mouth. Her hand slipped into my blouse and was massaging my breast. All the attention paid to my pussy while she drove had me moaning in no time. Her other hand slid under my skirt and I felt her shove two fingers in me. I was writhing in no time. Or at least as much as I could pinned to the door with her weight atop me.

Soon, I couldn't do anything but pant and moan. She disconnected out mouths. She knew it was coming. The evil, wonderful lover she had turned into knew, but wouldn't let me orgasm. She raised up slightly looked me in the eyes. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I—I-" my head thrashing from side to side.

"Better tell me, sis. Or I am liable to make you walk around the mall in this state."

She was pushing me to expand my boundaries. My sexual boundaries. I realized, then. Last night, was just a precursor to show me what it could feel like. Now she wanted me to go further. To verbally express my sexual desires.

"I—I-," moaned, "want to cum!"

"And you will, but how?" She added a third finger, "Riding your orgasm on my fingers?" Her three fingers sunk deeper into my pussy. Her palm rubbing my clit.

"OH GOD! YES! YES! HARDER! ALMOST THERE! PLEASE!" I bracing myself with one arm clutching the neck rest and the other gripping the dash. My hips thrashing on her invading fingers. I was so close. So very close

"Or," she shifted again so her head was at the hem of my skirt, which had ridden up my thigh, "in my mouth while you ride my tongue?" My body lurched at that. Looking down at her I saw a grin on her face. "Little sister, likes that idea? Cumming on my face?" I nodded vigorously. "So tell me. What do you want most."

"I—I—T-TON-TONGUE! I W-W-WANT YOUR -T-TONGUE! T-TO C-CUM I-IN Y-YOUR MOUTH!" I practically screamed.

She dipped her head under my skirt and then her tongue was licking my slit. Up and down. Slowly, gathering the juices that were leaking out already. The she plunged her tongue into my depths I howled with pleasure. No words, no intelligible words, escaped. Only guttural moaning.

Her tongue was growing in intensity and I was thrashing in the passenger seat. The hand on the dash quickly slipped into my blouse and started pinching my nipple and massaging my breast in alternating fashion. My breath became ragged. Unlike last night, there was no break no ebbing of the tidal wave. My sister wanted me to cum. And cum fast. My legs lifted my ass off the seat and my hand on the neck rest moved to my sister's head as I pushed her mouth crushing into my pussy.

"OH GOD! YES, KAITLIN, YES!" I panted. "C-CUM-CUMMING! OH G-GOD, Y-YES-SS!"It was explosive and it was over quickly. I was gasping for air. Kaitlin extricated herself from under my skirt. Before she sat back on her side of the car, she kissed me. An open mouth, tongue exploring, passionate kiss. Which I reciprocated. I tasted myself on her lips. The kiss was intoxicating and if she kept it up, I might have demanded another orgasm. She pulled away and licked her lips.

Once we had recovered and fixed our appearances up to be publicly acceptable, we got out of the car. On my wobbly legs and with shaking legs, I pulled the hem of my skirt down. I could feel my juices seeping down my legs. Kaitlin came around to me, licking her fingers of my secretions.

"You know, I may want an ice cream cone, but only if I can have this flavor." She grinned at me and linked her arm through mine and off we went into the mall.



My Awakening Ch. 02b



This is a continuation of my previous story. So it will be helpful to have read the previous stories beforehand. This chapter got rather long real quick so I opted to separate it into three parts. Hope you all enjoy it.

All characters depicted having sex are over 18

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Walking into the mall, arms linked with me, still a little wobbly from the orgasm my sister had just given me in the car, leaning on Kaitlin's shoulder. I was lost in my thoughts. How, not even a full day has passed, I had my first masturbation session while watching my sister on video masturbate. Had sex for the first time, with my sister of all people. Had sex in a public place, the parking lot just this very, had a minute even passed since I had an orgasm in the car? At this pace, I was definitely going to be burning through the hearty breakfast I had this morning.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I had no idea where Kaitlin was dragging me. I was so hazy from the orgasm, I didn't even care that I was basically being forced to shop. I must have had a goofy smile on my face, although I couldn't see it. I, also, couldn't help it if I did. It wasn't until Kaitlin slipped her arm from me that I even knew where we were. Victoria's Secret. I breathed deep. I had to gather my strength because knowing my sister, shopping is a marathon, not a sprint. And I was going to need all the strength I could muster to last a day with her.

"Oh. My. God." I heard. I turned my head and my sister was hugging this statuesque, caramel-skinned beauty. Her silky black tresses were long, flowing and bouncy. If I didn't know better, I would swear she had to be a model that stepped out of the pages of the very catalogues that were on display at the front of the store. "What brings you out here?"

"Winter Break. Home for the holidays. Today, out with the little sister on a shopping spree." My sister replied with a beaming smile. She pointed to me when she mentioned 'little sister'. To which Naomi, specified by her name tag, turned her gaze on me.

She strode up to me, grabbed both of my hands and raised them outstretched from my body. "This is little Hailey? Wow! What a couple of years has done to you. You look absolutely stunning." A girl can get used to all this praise and adoration. But if I got too much, I'd be afraid my face would burst into flames as hot as my blushes have been searing me today. She dropped one of my arms and the other she raised over my head and twisted my wrist causing me to turn around. Seriously, did I look like a marionette? Simple twists and flicks, I was beginning to think I had no control of my body any more. "Very nice, Hailey. You certainly have grown up a lot since I last saw you."

Turning to my sister, "So shopping spree? So what are we looking for today?"

"Nothing for me today." Which caused Naomi's eyes to bulge out and me to stifle a laugh at that look. Not that her look wasn't warranted. I mean my sister shopping and no one would, should or could believe she wouldn't buy something for herself. "Nope. This is all about my sister. You see, she just got her braces off," looking at me, "this summer?" I nodded. "And just now got a new hair cut, but now we need a new wardrobe starting with the essentials."

"Alrighty. So what do you have in mind?"

"Well, first off. I think she should finally be properly measured for the right size bra. Her old ones, when you can see she is even wearing one under her baggy shirts and sweaters, seem to be too tight."

"Sure. We can do that. Let's just head to the changing rooms." Once we were there, Naomi took my hand and led me inside, leaving Kaitlin to wait on us. Naomi grabbed a tape measure and led me to the back changing room. "Well, Hailey, I can't really measure your bust with a shirt on. Would you mind taking it off?"

Blushing, I slipped it over my head. I heard a small gasp, or did she just moan, when I revealed I wasn't wearing a bra. Whatever it was, it passed quickly. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled the tape measure around and just under my breasts. "30 and a quarter," she mumbled. She loosened the tape measure and slipped it over my breasts. Her hands were sending tingles down my spine, especially as her hands grazed my nipples. She pulled the tape tighter and said, "32 and a half. So that makes you a 32B" She dropped her hands and turned to leave the door. 32B?!? All this time I had been wearing the wrong bra size. A B-cup! Today, I started out thinking I was a 34A and now I was a 32B.

I started to follow her out to the sale floor. She abruptly stopped and smacked right into her. She remarked, "Well, I know a lot of people in the store, myself included, would love to see you, ALL of you, I do kinda think you should put your top on first." Wow, my head has been completely turned on in this entire day. Turning back, I gathered my top and pulled it over my head. When I turned back around, Naomi had left.

I walked out and saw Naomi and Kaitlin walking the store talking and absent-mindlessly picking up bras and panties. They kept some; discarded others. I couldn't tell rhyme or reason on their decision making process. I finally got behind them and followed them around, but never once was I asked for any input on the selections.

"So, how long have you worked here?"

"Since I started college. Usually, I work weekends and if needed on weekday nights, but they don't work me too hard with classes. I get a lot more hours now that classes aren't in."

"Where do you go, again?"

"Gonzaga."

"You like it?"

"Yeah. It's hard, but its a good college and like I said my manager is really understanding. Especially when I get overloaded on homework and exam time."

This conversation was droning on and all I got to do was follow along. That was until I saw the sleep wear. I just stopped and examined a mannequin wearing a satin two-piece outfit. It was a cami and pants that, while looked like a gray tone, said was pale plum. I was just feeling the material, when I heard, "So find something that interests you?" I turned my head and saw my sister beaming at me. "See? I told you shopping can be fun. Hmm. And it seems, despite the evidence in your closet, you do have good taste."

She handed me the stack of bras and panties. There was an assortment of colors and styles. Naomi ushered me to the changing room, followed by my sister. Naomi, stopping at the entrance to the rooms, looked around to see if anyone noticed and then slipped in behind my sister and I. Kaitlin went straight to the back cubicle and, waiting for Naomi to enter, latched the door.

"Well, we can't really try on the panties. Its just not sanitary and besides you're probably still a bit moist from earlier." I stared at my sister in disbelief. Had she really just said that in mixed company? Naomi just looked between the two of us, a devilish grin forming.

"So you finally got your wish?" Naomi looked at me and informed me, "Back in high school we had a friend in our group. We would swear she looked like you, or how we thought you might look in a couple of years. So at times, we would pretend she was you, but older." Wait? What? My sister had sex with her friends in high school? But she dated boys. Did I ever see her with any boys? I can't say that I did. I mean they picked her up and they dropped her off. But I can't recall a single kiss to any of them. Then it really hit me. My sister and her friends...fantasized? About me! It was too much. I sat on the bench. My sister sat next to me and wrapped her arms around me.

"I'll explain it all to you, later. But Naomi doesn't have much time before they notice her gone and we do need to see how you look in the bras, at least. Okay?" I simply nodded, not at all understanding. My sister lifted me up and removed my top while Naomi pulled my skirt down. I just stood there about as lifeless as the mannequin I had been looking at. Naomi lifted one leg at a time and pulled my skirt from under me and draped it on a hook. I was being led back to the bench and gently pushed to sit back down. Kaitlin sat behind me. At first, I thought it was so I wouldn't inch away from what was about to happen. It was at this time that I noticed Naomi had gotten back on her knees before me.

I watched fascinated by Naomi. She looked at me like a cat might look at her prey. Just before she pounced. But she didn't pounce, at least not like I imagined it. She sniffed my thighs. I felt her tongue lick up the dry juices that had dripped down my leg. My thighs began to glisten from her saliva. Each lick pulled her closer to my creamy center. But rather than go up one thigh, she would alternate to the other. I trembled while I watched her. My sister put her hand on my chin and gently nudged my face to look at her. When my head was turned as far as I could without causing pain, my sister leaned in and kissed me.

As soon as our lips touched, Naomi had her tongue thrust in me. She wiggled it around. I slumped pushing my pussy harder onto her face. My body melded with the softness of my sister. She grabbed my breasts with her hands. Between her kneading and pinching, her caressing tongue, Naomi's probing tongue, I started moaning in my sister's mouth. I wanted to pull away, but I wasn't able to. Kaitlin would sense when I was about to separate our mouths and a hand would firmly keep me in place. I couldn't back away; my sister's body kept me in place. I couldn't lurch forward between the head between my thighs and my sister's hands on my breasts. I was at the mercy of these two women. And I was in ecstasy.

I felt Naomi sliding two fingers into my pussy. When they bottomed out, she opened them as wide as she could in my tight canal and flicked her tongue in between her two digits. My sister pinched and pulled my nipples and I let a scream out. Naomi started to wiggle in my pussy as she started to push and the retract her tongue. I screamed, muffled by my sister and her invading tongue, at the new sensation. My legs jerked out on their own. When they fell back towards the ground, they landed on Naomi's back with a THWAP. I heard her gasp into my pussy. My thighs clamped around her head like a vice as I came. She didn't just stop, though; she kept up her tongue assault. My sister stopped pinching one of my nipples and started playing with my clit. Driving me to yet another orgasm for the day. Three orgasms in such a short span of time. My head felt dizzy. My nipples felt like they would dent steel as hard as they were and my pussy felt tender. In hindsight, I am thankful I didn't wear underwear today. The rubbing of the fabric may have been too much after the thrashing my body was taking. When this orgasm subsided, finally, my legs loosened from around Naomi and she slithered out from under me. My sister pulled away from our kiss. And I lay back against my sister panting for air.

Naomi leaned over me and hungrily kissed my sister. After a bit of tongue wrestling, my sister pulled away and started to lick my juices off Naomi's face. After a brief breather, Naomi stood and picked out a random bra and handed it to Kaitlin. Kaitlin then put it on me, with Naomi adjusting the straps and cups to make sure it fit. Once in place, Naomi stood aside and allowed Kaitlin to look at me in the mirror. They did this for every bra they had with them. Kaitlin would nod her head or shake her head and Naomi would discard the bras in two piles. Once we were out of bras, I was beckoned to stand and Naomi would place a pair of panties in front of my crotch and Kaitlin would see what she liked or disliked. There was less to look at since I guess she was looking not only at style of bras but color as well, but with color established all she needed was the style of panties.

Naomi straightened herself out and tried to wipe the girl juice and saliva off her face without messing up her makeup. When she was satisfied, she gathered up the discard pile and put them in the basket at the front of the changing rooms. She then returned with the purchase pile and headed to the registers. Kaitlin, in the meantime, was getting me back into my clothes I had shed. She kissed me lightly and told me to wait for her on the benches outside Victoria's Secret, which I did.

She came out with two big bags to fit her purchases in. I stared open mouthed at her haul. "How do you think dad is going to react to all of this?" I practically screamed.

"Shh. Keep your voice down. Not all of it went on dad's card." Well that effectively shut me up. I started to say something, but my mouth closed. I tried again, but that question died before making it past my lips. "I do have my own means to buy things with, y'know. So stop gaping like a salmon and let's keep shopping." She held out her hand, which I took, and she hoisted me off the bench.

We stopped in at Aeropostale, next. We had no tryst in here, luckily. I swear if we had sex in every store, I wouldn't be surprised if I died from the pleasure. Kaitlin grabbed a bunch of clothes for me to try on. The attendant stopped us as we had too many clothes for one trip. So Kaitlin handed me an outfit. The rooms were much smaller here so she stayed out and waited for me to return.

The first outfit was a white pair of jeans, matching denim jacket and a peach top. When I came out, she had me turn around so she could inspect it and handed me a new outfit to try on. "Bring that outfit back out with you." So I had on a dark floral dress that barely came to my knees, when I came out with the previous outfit back on their hangers. This went on for the entire collection of outfits. I saw one pair of jeans that were especially tight on me hanging up to be re-shelved. After my impromptu fashion show for my sister, I tugged on her elbow, "Those jeans you had sent back."

"Yeah?"

"Well, they are the only pair of pants you sent back."

"Yeah. They just were too tight, sis."

"I know."

"So what's the problem?"

"I'm still not wearing any panties!" I did the best to scream but in a whisper. She just looked at me quizzically. I guess I had to spell it out for her. "Some of my, well, I mean, my juices...got wiped on the inside of them."

"Oh. That. Of course they did," she responded. Just loud enough to attract the attention of another associate, she added, "If that bitch had realized how much I was going to spend, she might have let up on the maximum number of items I could try on in the stall."

The attendant, turned out to be a manager, seeing the number of clothes in Kaitlin's hands and, fearing she would leave without anything, tried to appease my sister. She finally relented on giving Kaitlin the employee discount for our purchases, which my sister separated into two payments. One out fit was purchased with our dad's credit card. The other four or five outfits paid by a card I'd not seen today.

We were strolling the mall, our arms laden with the purchases we had made so far. We had pants, jeans, skirts and dresses from a variety of stores. We had quite a few tops from different stores. One I actually got to pick out for myself in Hot Topic; a pink shirt with the Horde emblem from World of Warcraft on front and in white in a WoW-ish typeset said 'Girls Got Game'. I was pleasantly surprised to see my sister relent and so easily at my request. "I am not trying to change who you are, Hailey. I love that your interests are so different from mine. I want you to stay exactly how you are, in your interests, in your personality. Well, I would like to see you come out of your shell, but the rest of your personality. Today, though, I just want you to see yourself the way I see you. As the beautiful woman you truly are."

It was about this time that my stomach alerted us that it was time for lunch. We looked at each other and laughed. We had so many bags we looked like walking advertisements for the stores in the mall. And we had only made it around the first floor. "Let's stash these in your car. That way we can eat and continue shopping after lunch without lugging it all around with us." I readily agreed to this sentiment. 

After loading my car with all of the purchases, we headed back in just chatting about things. How her classes were. What California was like. Where I wanted to go to school. Just catching up with each others lives. We were at the food court in no time. Looking at the selection, we decided on splitting a foot long sub from Subway. I let her order while I grabbed us a table in the increasingly busy area.

I sat down and patiently waited for my sister. I had found a table near Subway and was sitting facing the direction my sister would be coming from. When I saw her, I waved her over to the table. I had been ruminating over some of the things I'd seen, heard and done in the course of the day today. So as soon as she sat down and started divvying up the food, I blurted out, in a hushed tone, "So did you really fantasize about me in high school?"

She looked up at me and cocked her head to the side. Glancing to either side she saw that no one was paying any attention. She sat down, giving her some time to think. Perhaps trying to arrange her thoughts and how best to put them into words. "I did," she replied simply. I wanted more. I was about to say something, but her hand slid on top of my hand and continued to speak, "I will tell you everything, just let me explain at my pace, okay?" I nodded my head. "Okay, so you just eat for now."

As I started to eat my sub, she began her tale. "First of all, I don't know if you realize this, but I am a lesbian." I had a rather large bite in my mouth and was having a hard time swallowing at this news. She waited until I had swallowed and again as I was about to say something, she stopped me. She smiled at me. "Yeah. I thought not. Part of why I wanted to move away was for me to have the freedom to explore my sexuality. Without you, dad and especially mom having an easy time to come out for a surprise visit. I, suppose, I knew in high school, but I didn't really want to openly explore this side of me for a variety of reasons. One of which, was how mom and dad would react. The other being how all of the high school would. I liked my status as Queen Bee, as it were, and was afraid my sexuality might dissolve my popularity." She would stop at times to take a bite to eat during her explanations, but this time she stopped to take a sip of her drink.

"But you still dated boys! I saw you go out and come back from dates. How did you date them without them finding out? How did you convince your friends to..." She stopped me once again.

"Convince my friends to have sex with me? That wasn't as hard as you might think," she said with a conspiratorially look. "Now, do you want me to continue?" I nodded. "Okay then, no more interruptions. So first off, I had to insure my popularity so I did date boys, but we didn't have sex. Well, intercourse. They were just as happy getting blowjobs as they might have been with having sex. At least, until they would start pestering me for actual intercourse. At which time, I stopped seeing them and moved on to someone else. I had no sexual interest with the boys I was with. I used them to help hide my secret and to keep my place on the popularity totem pole."

"Totem pole? That's not how I ever thought of the popularity hierarchy."

She beamed, "It's always how I thought of it. How else do you explain it? I was standing on top of others in a heap to remain at the top. Look at any totem pole and there is always one icon standing on top of those beneath it." She had a valid point, I conceded. "So anyway that's why you saw my with multiple guys but never anyone that I actually brought home. I had no interest introducing a guy to the family because in short order he would want more than I was willing to offer and I would toss him back. As for my friends?" She stopped talking for a while, taking time to eat and think.




My Awakening Ch. 02b



"Well, I suppose the first time started on a cheerleader competition. We got to pick who we were going to bunk with. So naturally, I had my best friends in the room with me. I had never told them about my lesbian desires. I wasn't 100% sure if I was a lesbian or if I just didn't like the immature boys in high school. We'd done things like practice kissing with each other, but it all seemed so harmless."

"But at the competition, things changed. Naomi and Paige slept in one bed together. Marissa and I in the other. One night, after a stressful day or rehearsals, we started just massaging each other's sore muscles. One thing led to another that changed our relationship. We were still friends and we would never reveal the depth of our friendship. So we felt safe to explore without judgment. We were there for each other, to help each other find out what we wanted, what we liked and what we didn't like. We were closer than ever."

"Wait, a sec. Didn't Marissa come out of the closet shortly after I started the school? I remember everyone gossiping about it, but then it eventually just dropped."

"She actually came out of the closet, first to us, near the beginning of our sophomore year, but the three of us didn't let that bother us. We were there for her as she was for us. So what if she found out she was a lesbian through our get-togethers. We loved her as she was. By the time it became public knowledge, I had enough power to make or break other people's social standing and we squashed anything being done to Marissa. She and I had a closer relationship than with the other two. I think she had a crush on me, but I didn't allow myself to feel the same way. I suppose. I just didn't want to get tied down to any one person. At least, not high-schoolers. So much immaturity and insecurity, in both sexes, I was just the same, I realize now. I think she was a little hurt about me not reciprocating her emotional attachment of me, but I think she figured it was better to have what I gave her and her to be content with it. She'd seen what I did to guys who tried to push me further than I was willing to go. Perhaps, she thought I would do the same to her. I don't know, back then? I might have."

I saw a pained expression on my sister's face at the turn of this story. Having finished my sandwich, I reached out and put my hands on hers. She looked at me, thankful of my compassion. She smiled up at me. "Thanks. I hadn't thought of any of this in so long."

"What about me? Or rather your fantasies about me? How did that come about?"

"So, little sister, wants to know all my deepest, darkest secrets today? Hmmm, well that one came out unexpectedly. When we each had our 18th birthdays, after the main celebration ended. We would pick up the trash and straighten the house. Then had a sleep over, just the four of us." A twinkle in her eye gave away there were secrets, juicy secrets, but she was just going to keep those for herself to remember.

"Naomi was the last of us to turn 18. So in the middle of a hot foursome, Marissa was between her legs. All of a sudden Naomi yells out, luckily her parents weren't in the house, your name. It shocked us. But you should have seen Naomi. I don't think I'd ever seen a black woman blush before, but boy did she!" Kaitlin was laughing over the memory. "After that night, I saw you differently. I couldn't get you out of my mind. What would you look like in different clothes, without clothes? I started role-playing with Marissa. The others would join in as well. Naomi, I could tell, was really getting into you, but she just couldn't figure out how to get you. So she did the only thing she could. She used the stand-in Hailey. I had it worse, though. All day at home with you, I was tormented by my fantasies of you. That's also one of the other reasons I had to move away. To get away from you." I could see a tear forming in her eye. 

"We got together, the four of us, for the last time on graduation night. I moved to California shortly after. I just don't think I could have kept my secret about you, from you, for much longer. I keep in touch with them, although I should have kept better contact, I guess. I didn't know Naomi worked here at the mall. So that's really about it."

Finally finished with her tale, one thing piqued my curiosity, "So Naomi...fantasized about me first?"

Kaitlin chuckled at this, "I thought you would say something sooner than now. Yeah, I suppose she did. It's why I suggested she come in to the changing room with us. I wanted her to finally taste the fruit she was lusting for all those years ago. And I thought it would be hot to see my sister getting a thorough tongue lashing. I don't get to watch everything I do to you. So it was a little for me, too."

Kaitlin, finishing up her sandwich and the bag of chips we had split, started picking up the trash and asked, "So ready for more shopping fun with you big sister?" I smiled and nodded. She was right, a girls day out shopping was exactly what I needed.

"One thing."

"Sure anything."

"All these purchases. How are we going to hide them coming into the house?"

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "You sure do worry about the littlest things sometime. I got it worked out."

"And when dad sees the bill?"

"He has only purchased your hair cut, a couple of the bra and panties set, an outfit and lunch. So far." I was confused. If that's all he bought, then how did we accumulate so much? My eyes turned to saucers as I looked at my sister anew. "Figured it out huh? THIS is my Christmas gift to you. Don't worry, though. I also got you something to open on Christmas Day."

I was utterly speechless. How did my sister have enough money to afford all of what we bought? She was just a college student, but she was living a lifestyle that was above and beyond a simple college student. On top of all that, she was spending a small fortune on me. Part of me wanted her to return the purchases. I didn't want to crimp her finances, but looking up at her I noticed she was truly happy. She had her arms linked with mine. She had a pep in her gait that I hadn't seen in years, and not because of her living in California, but before that. And she didn't seem to be fretting over the money she was spending. So perhaps I should just let her dote on me. I mean, since she seemed to want to and all. I placed my head on her shoulder as we walked the mall some more.

"Thanks," is all I could muster to say for what my sister was doing for me today.

I didn't look, but I could feel her gaze on me, contemplating me, "Anything for you, little sister. I told you someone will show you how special you are and you like you deserve."

"I didn't expect it to be you, though."

"I didn't either, truthfully. Hoped, but not expected. But I did know this. If no one else, then by God by me."

We walked by a shoe store, when Kaitlin stopped abruptly. "We haven't gotten you any shoes yet!" I groaned a little. Not that I was growing tired of shopping, but that I would have to give up my head rest and part from my sister's touch.

We went in. I sat on a bench as my sister fetched a sales clerk to help her. Walking back towards me, a boy from my school was practically running after my sister to keep up with her pace. He was carrying a foot measuring tool with him. I was racking my brain trying to think of the boy's name, but since I had no social life out side of a few board or pen-and-paper game nights I couldn't place his face with a name.

When he got closer, I saw his name badge. Eric. "You go to my school don't you?" I asked him.

He glanced at me, "Umm. Oh, yeah I think so. Although, I am just a sophomore. I didn't recognize you at first."

"Yeah. I had my hair cut today."

"It looks nice."

"Thanks." Why did he look so familiar? Yeah. I know he goes to my school, but me being a senior and him a sophomore we didn't really have classes together. On top of that, my lack of a social life and my propensity to look at the floor I just couldn't fathom why he looked familiar. Then he turned his head! "You aren't, by chance, Steve's brother. Are you?"

"Yeah. You know him?" Fuck me! Steve was just the guy that asked me to prom last year. Correction, the guy who stood me up on prom last year. He had been a senior, so luckily I didn't run into him every day reliving that dreadful night, but did Eric know what had transpired? I hoped not.

"Sorta." My sister had been watching the exchange between Eric and I, with a furrowed brow. She must have seen my panicked stare, but with no way to know what had me worked up she stood there, helplessly. She motioned to me, with her finger and thumb, if I would like to bail. I took a soothing breath and shook my head. It shouldn't be too rough right? I didn't think brothers, especially as seniors and freshmen, would share much between each other. At least, that's what I was hoping for.

Eric knelt down and asked me to remove my shoes to get a measurement. Once I was clad only in my socks, he took the foot and placed it on the tool. He made some adjustments and got my shoe size. At that point, he looked up at me. Or rather he was lifting his head to look at me, but stopped. I saw his eyes bulge. It then dawned on me. He was looking straight at my pussy! I squirmed a bit in my seat, which inadvertently spread my legs a tad wider. What. The. Fuck. I was showing this boy my pussy! I wanted to cover up. I should have covered up. Then I noticed something. He was licking his lips. I looked a little longer. I thought I could detect something.

"You should do the other foot as well. Shouldn't you?" My sister said as she smirked down at us.

He shifted slightly to measure my other foot, as my sister suggested. Except this time, he tried to do it without watching what he was doing. No, he was still mesmerized by my body. That's when I noticed what I was detecting. His pants were getting a little too tight around his crotch. I was giving this boy a boner! That realization, the realization that not only had my sister and her friends fantasized me, this boy was getting turned on sent a tingle down my spine. The power I knew my sister had in high school for boys to trip over themselves to accommodate her. I had it too. I had it and I had covered it up for too long.

Finally, I decided to help this boy. I placed my foot where it need to go to be measure. I looked down at him, I asked in my best husky voice I could summon, "See something you like?" I saw Kaitlin stifle a laugh.

He stammered out an apology and finished my measurement of my foot. "So, umm, what do you need, err, want today?" At which my sister, grabbed his arm, much like a mother might grab a child's arm in the grocery store, and led him down aisle after aisle gathering shoes.

He had quite the armful, but there once one request my sister had made while they were gathering the shoes. She had apparently found a shoe they didn't have in my size on the floor and had asked him to check the back. Once he had left on his mission, my sister, looking both ways, whispered, "You had that boy so worked up. It was actually really funny! The line you said to him, I about fell over from laughter. I am so glad I was able to keep it in. In fact, at one time I stopped so abruptly he ran right into me and you know what?" I shook my head. "He was still hard!" This caused her to lose it and just start laughing. I did too.

We had just got control of our laughter and were trying on the first pair of shoes, when Eric had returned. He was carrying the shoe box as if it were a briefcase full of diamonds. Panting a little, "This is the last one in her size we have." My sister just nodded and had him place it with the other shoes. I was pacing back and forth. My sister made a comment, mostly to herself, about how these shoes would look with certain outfits. I tried on a dozen shoes ranging from heels, to sneakers, to flats, to wedges. She was always commenting on the shoes, matching certain ones with outfits we had purchased. How did she remember everything we had bought? I couldn't even tell you how many of one item we had. Like pants, or more specifically jeans; how many jeans did we buy? Couldn't say. Shirts? Same answer. Yet, her she was. My sister rattling off outfits Like she had them imprinted in her brain. 

We ended up with six pairs of shoes, including the one Eric had to retrieve from the back. Carrying them to the register, I thought Eric would drop them all, when Kaitlin leaned over and whispered, "So how much is it worth for a view up my sister's skirt?" He croaked at that. He turned beet red. "Or rather, how much is it worth to keep our little secret from reaching your manager's ear?"

Yep, my sister could be a real bitch sometimes. I was trying to intervene on Eric's behalf, but before I could pipe up he stammered, "I-I c-could gi-give y-you m-my employee d-discount?" My sister seemed to think this over making Eric squirm a bit. "It's the best I can do, I promise. Please, I need this job." I really felt sorry for the boy.

I think I saw realization hit her as to how far she had pushed this boy. For a brief second, I saw...remorse? Perhaps she had changed, or was trying to change. I hoped any way. "That'll work for me. Hailey?" I just nodded my ascent.

Once we left, I had to know. Had to ask. "Kaitlin?" She kept walking. She was walking at a more hurried pace than at any time today. I hustled to keep up. But she wouldn't slow down. I just stopped. I let the bags fall to the ground. When she noticed I wasn't with her, I saw her stop and look around for me. She spotted me and walked back towards me.

"Come on." She motioned for me to follow her. I made no movement to do so. She looked at me impatiently. I sat down on the bench I was standing by. She looked like she was about to yell at me, like we were younger. But back then I HAD been an annoying little brat, yes I will admit that. But today? No, not today I wasn't. I was right and slowly I saw her ire fade as she knew I was right. She sat down next to me. Her body slumping as her head rested on my shoulder.

For a time, we sat there like that. "What was that back there?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't know." She must have thought I was going to accuse her of lying. Before I could, which I wasn't going to, "No, really I don't know. All of a sudden, as soon as I saw him looking up your skirt, I knew I could manipulate him."

"But you did it to the attendant at Aeropostale, too. And that was just some woman doing her job." She hung her head a little more. This is an odd occurrence. I am usually the one with my head hung low. My sister was always the one that had her chin raised in confidence.

"I thought." She started, but stopped. A few moments passed in silence. "I thought moving to California would be right. That I could be the person I..." Whatever she was struggling to say, I wasn't going to rush her. I put my hand on her head and let her just sit there. "Part of me, didn't think I deserved you." This admission snapped my head back. I didn't deserve HER? "You are always so helpful. Even doing things you don't like so others can do them or don't have to do them. Sometimes I always thought you let people walk all over you, but you never complained. Like today, everything I have pushed you to do from the moment I said we were shopping. Sure you might have complained or given a look like you didn't want to. But I knew, if I pushed you enough you'd relent. Part of why I moved was so I didn't push myself on to you. I wanted you to choose me because you wanted me. I stayed away hoping I could get my urges to stop manipulating people around me. I now see I haven't changed. Not one bit."

I stroked her hair. "Of course you have changed. The person you were in high school wouldn't have cared about the people she hurt to get what you wanted. Of course, your family and your closest friends were immune to that kind of manipulation, but I saw it at school. Mom and dad never saw that side of you."

"Did I..." she started to sob. What she was trying to ask, must have been the hardest thing she had ever said to me. I waited, patiently. She wiped some tears from her eyes. "Did I force," her voice got so low I couldn't hear it. "Force," she said with a croak, "myself on you? Manipulate you to let me have sex with you?"

I thought about it. I thought about our first night together. Had she manipulated me? Sure I was vulnerable when she found me that night. But could I say she manipulated me? No, she hadn't. As soon as I hit play and started masturbating with my sister's video, something deep down registered to me before I really knew it. I wanted my sister. Just like my sister had wanted me years ago. She just had the courage, for both of us, to go for it this time.

I shook my head, "No. You didn't manipulate me. I was a willing participant." I leaned down and kissed her fully on the mouth. She was the usual instigator of our trysts, but this time I had to show her she was loved by me as much as I was loved by her.

We sat there, long after our kiss ended, the crowd of people walking by largely ignored. We just sat there luxuriating in our love for each other. She finally got up, held out her hand and helped me to my feet. Rather than linking our arms like we had been most of the day, she interlaced our fingers of our hands and walked the store hand-in-hand.

We had no other incidents throughout our shopping spree. Some kisses. Some strokes. But nothing outrageous. She got me some accessories. We picked out gifts for mom and dad. Well, I picked out gifts for them. Kaitlin had already done her shopping in California. I got dad a new watch he was sorely needing. Mom was always difficult to buy for. She and Kaitlin were so similar, but Kaitlin told me she took care of mom in Victoria's Secret, much to my surprise.

Kaitlin had even suggested we go into an electronics store to talk to someone about my computer problem. Had I known that was an option, I would have picked up my scratch paper I jotted down the error code! I had my brow furrowed trying to remember it, but it was a lot of random numbers and letters.

Kaitlin must have noticed my turmoil, "You don't know what's wrong with your computer?" I shook my head. "Was that piece of paper on your desk important?" I nodded. "So the fact that I put it in your purse was a good thing?" I dropped the package and gave my big sister the biggest hug I had ever remembered giving her. She mirthfully giggled.

After talking with a tech and looking up the code, we determined the biggest culprit was a fried motherboard. I was a little despondent, but at least I had a direction to go to fix my computer. By this point, we were getting hungry again. So we piled my car with the rest of our day's haul. We were trying to decide what else we could do, when Kaitlin suggested we eat at Chili's, here at the mall, then go see a movie. I liked that idea, a lot.

We stopped into a restroom for the obvious reason and to straighten ourselves up a bit as well. I mean, we had been walking and shopping for quite a few hours by this point. Even my sister can't go that long with out hair and makeup needing to be retouched, at least a little bit. She had finished up before me. When I came out of my stall, she had this impishly sexy grin on her face. I looked around to see we were alone. I came to her as she beckoned me to her.

"I just can't get enough of you little sister." God her urges are going to fry my brain. I glanced over at the door hoping no one would enter. "I locked it already. No where to go. No where to run." She tried to make her voice as lecherous as possible. We both started to laugh. Until, that is, my sister's mouth found mine. Her hand slipped into my blouse and was immediately on my breast again. She kissed down my neck. I was moaning already. She put her mouth right next to my ear and whispered, "I want you to say it. Say my name."




My Awakening Ch. 02b



"Kaitlin." She nibbled my ear lobe and pinched my nipple. "Oh. Kaitlin." Her tongue came out and licked my ear. Her fingers twisted my nipple. "OH! KAITLIN!" She backed me up to the vanity and had me sit on the counter.

"Louder." She had one breast out and was sucking on my nipple. Her hand was still twisting and tugging my other nipple.

"OH. GOD!! YES, KAITLIN, YES!" Her other hand slipped beneath my skirt and she slipped two fingers into my slippery pussy with ease. My hips lurched, pushing her fingers deeper in my canal. "YES! OH. MY. GOD!! YES! KAITLIN!! RIGHT THERE! SO CLOSE!"

She was ramming her fingers in and out of me. Relishing my impending explosion. She bit my nipple. She twisted and pulled on my nipple. I squirmed. Her mouth and her hand that was on my nipple vanished. Before I knew it her head was in my skirt, again, lapping up my nectar. I leaned my back against the mirror. "OH! GOD! YES! MAKE ME CUM, SISTER!! MAKE ME YOUR LITTLE SISTER CUM ALL OVER YOUR MOUTH!!" My ranting and moaning urged my sister further. I was bucking but her hands held me on the counter. My hands playing with my breasts. With my feet dangling, I had no purchase to do anything but writhe and squirm under my sister's talented tongue.

"OH! GOD! CUMMING!! YES, KAITLIN! MAKE ME CUM! SHOW YOUR LITTLE SISTER WHAT A SLUT I AM FOR HER BIG SISTER!! FUCK! YES!! YESSS!! I AM SUCH A LEZZIE CUM-SLUT FOR YOU, SISTER!!" I had no idea where the words came from, but I couldn't stop them from spewing forth from my lips. But the words did the trick. My sister lost all control and just ravaged my pussy.

I came and came and came. I was just writhing and moaning as I flooded my sister with my juices. Once I had stopped, it took another minute or so for me to stop shaking my orgasm was so great. She kept petting me as I lay on the counter. As uncomfortable as it was, I couldn't move. And my big sister was there to make sure I didn't roll off and crack my skull on the tiled floor.

Once I could stand up on my own, Kaitlin ran some water on some paper towels and wiped up my drying pussy juice off my legs, gently. She didn't want to run too hard on my sensitive pussy. And I was grateful for that. I got my outfit straightened out. We both got our makeup retouched from kissing and, for her, pussy licking. Assessing ourselves in the mirror we decided we were presentable and, peeking out to see if the coast was clear from any pissed off women waiting on the other side, walked out hand-in-hand.



My Awakening Ch. 02c



This is a continuation of my previous story. So it will be helpful to have read the previous stories beforehand. This chapter got rather long real quick so I opted to separate it into three parts. Hope you all enjoy it.

All characters depicted having sex are over 18.



Kaitlin got finished straightening herself up faster than me. While I was still making myself presentable, she unlocked the bathroom door and peeked out. We had been in the bathroom, with the door locked, for quite some time during the Christmas shopping rush. I was surprised we hadn't heard banging. Or maybe we were so focused on what we were doing we just didn't hear. Or maybe someone was getting a janitor to unlock the door. With that thought, I put a little more haste in my efforts.

"Hurry up. The coast is clear, for now." I was just finishing up when Kaitlin said this. We slipped out of the bathroom and blended in the crowd. Once we got far enough away, we started giggling. I can't believe the places we have had sex. I suddenly stopped, which really surprised Kaitlin as our hands were interlinked. But when I thought of our activities, and I actually thought we had sex, I realized we hadn't had sex. I had, sure, but had Kaitlin? She'd just been giving me sex, but I had done nothing for her.

"What's wrong, Hailey?" Concern was evident in her look. Actually, her entire body was oozing concern.

"Well, I was thinking." I paused how do I state what I was thinking. She nodded allowing me to formulate my thoughts into word. "We haven't been having sex, right?" She looked baffled, like I had just grown horns on my head. "I mean, I know I've been having sex. And I know you were either there like with Naomi or actually there..." I blushed trying to say what I was intending to.

"Eating you out?" She finished for me. I nodded my head. "And that means we haven't had sex? I thought that's what it was. I mean oral sex, anal sex or vaginal sex. It's all sex. So if we haven't been having sex, then what have we been doing?" She sounded angry, or hurt, but when I looked at her none of these emotions matched with look. She still looked concerned. Maybe she was just trying to get me to explain so she could understand?

"Well, yes. I agree. All sex is sex. What I mean is, you haven't been having sex." Understanding, was starting to show on her face.

"Sweetie, I have been, too. Giving or receiving, is still having sex. But in your mind, you think, somehow I am getting cheated on this arrangement?" I slowly nodded. "So are you willing to rectify this situation, in your mind?" Finally, comprehension dawned on me. In my guilt of getting all the sexual attention, I had put myself in a position to face another challenge. Do I give my sister sexual release? If I don't, will this end for me? Hell, if I don't, then I am just being selfish. Will she let me...eat her...on my terms, where I want? Or will she dictate when and where?

I felt her hand on my arm. Alarm, evident on my face. I looked in her eyes. The look she gave me was compassion. I felt loved. I felt...I knew she wouldn't push me further than I wanted to go. Sure, she had pushed me further than I had gone, before. But the look she gave me just then, I knew. I was safe. She would never force me to do anything I didn't want to do. Had I wanted to stop, she would have. I am just glad I hadn't wanted to stop.

She grabbed my hand and we walked to Chili's for dinner. Nothing said between us. Nothing needed to be said. So I thought back on our day, but I started to realize this was starting to feel like a date. An over-sexed date, for sure, but a date nonetheless. My first date, with my sister. And I'd put out on it. God what a slut! I laughed, out loud. Just the thought put me in hysterics.

My sister looked at me like I was going crazy and would soon be visiting me in the loony bin. It was too much for me. I bowled into her and when I got my arms around her, my mouth near her ear, I whispered, "I'm such a slut!" Which caused me to giggle even more. My sister pulled away slightly absolutely flabbergasted. So I explained further, "I had sex on my first date, with you!" I giggled some more.

When I finally stopped giggling, she said, "Okay, slut, let's get some dinner." I don't know why it was all so funny. Maybe it was the euphoria of my over-sexed mind. Maybe it was the incredulous events of the day. Maybe it was just the fact all of this was done with my sister. All I know is once it was over I felt relief.

Once we were seated in a booth, we started looking over a shared menu. Sure, we had a second menu, but it felt more intimate this way. We were sitting side-by-side, neither one of us wanting to part from the other. We decided on an appetizer and a shared plate of pasta.

With our order placed with our waitress, my sister turned to me and asked, "So explain to me the hilarity of you being a slut and us on a date."

"Well, I was thinking about the day so far. And everything seemed to feel like a date, right?" She nodded. "Well, if this is a date, technically it's our first date, right? I mean every other time we did things together, it wasn't a date-like feeling. And I'd always thought girls who put out on the first date, were sluts. I mean here you are, buying me things, and I am putting out. I mean, if we weren't...sisters (I whispered)...I guess that would make me a prostitute? Or a mistress, if you were married."

"So let me get this straight. You're a slut because you had sex on what you are guessing is our first date, multiple times by the way. And you find it funny, why?" I sensed she was getting hurt. Why would she feel that way? Something in my head, sounded funny, I laughed at it, and now my sister is getting hurt over it?

"Well, yeah. I mean before last night, I hadn't even masturbated. And now I've had sex..." I quickly counted the times in my head, "...four times? I even flashed a guy. And masturbated while you watched. I mean that's kind of funny to me. Why don't you see it as being funny, at least a little?"

Now I could really see her anger rising. She was trying very hard to reign it in, which is good because if it boiled over, all hell would break loose. Taking a deep, calming breath, "Because, little sister, what would it say about me? I mean here I was lusting after you and fell for you. Only to find she was a closet slut I could have had at any time? Or that if I hadn't seen you masturbate, you would have gone off and been one with someone else? Why would I feel like the one person I truly could love calling herself a slut, was funny? So I opened her eyes to what sex could be like and now. She was insatiable and would give it to anyone who gave her the slightest hint he or she was interested? Yeah. Hilarious!" Her tirade over, I was surprised it had remained hushed and hadn't escaped our booth, left her panting.

"I'm sorry." I tried to reach for her hand, but she pulled away from me. So I put my hand on her thigh. "I wasn't thinking about any of that. I just found it funny..." I amended my wording quickly "...ironic that so much has changed since I woke up yesterday to where I am now. I mean, I never even dreamed that anything like last night and today could possibly happen. Yet, here I am, with you, doing them. So, yes, I do find that, this situation, to be funny." I didn't amend my words this time. "And no, I am not going to be giving 'it' to anyone who gives me the slightest hint of interest." This calmed her down, quite a bit actually. She leaned her head on my shoulder.

At this point, our waitress brought out our appetizer and refills. We sat and ate. So much had been said that we just let it absorb and be contemplated. So, my sister loved me? I knew she did but this was more. Was she IN love with me? She seemed pretty upset, especially thinking I might just have sex with anyone. Was she wanting to date me? Was I ready to be my sister's girlfriend? Was I even a lesbian? My sexual experience has only been at my sister's hand, and mouth, and Naomi, with my sister there. How would it even work if we did date? I mean, we couldn't tell mom and dad. Wouldn't they grow suspicious when neither of us married or dated? If we lived together, they would definitely figure it out. Would they disown us? So if we didn't tell them, we wouldn't have much of a relationship anyway. So the end result would be no relationship with our parents, either by our choice or theirs. Could I live like that? Sacrifice our parents for our sexual relationship?

I was so lost in thought I stopped eating. "You have your worried face on. What's up?" What's up? I couldn't even voice all the issues swimming in my head.

"What are we?" I asked, simply.

"Sisters."

"I mean now. With everything we've done. What are we?"

"Sisters. With benefits, I guess. Why? What do you think we are?"

"You don't think we're more? I mean the tirade you gave me. It sounded deeper. It sounded..." How had it sounded? "...jealous. Are you in love with me?"

At this, she was looking everywhere. Everywhere but at me as if she could get the answer from the lights and signs around the restaurant. When she couldn't, she turned to me. She tried to speak, but she just nodded.

"For how long?"

She found her voice, finally. "High school. Actually, when you started high school. My friends noticed you too. Saw how much you'd grown. Grown in beauty, despite the lack of effort you put forth. I tried to deny it, and I did. I even had myself fooled that I wasn't. But the night Naomi, mistakenly, used your name. There was a rush in me. I knew it could never happen. I wanted nothing more than to leave it alone and let it go unrequited. But the night I caught you, I just couldn't let it go any more. I had to see where it would end. If you never speak to me again, I'd understand. But today was as much for me as it was for you. I wanted...I needed to see what a date with you would feel like. At least once. You may have just needed a hand to help you experience sex. A sexual mentor, and I was, am happy to be the one for that. But please. Please let me finish this one, perfect date."

Everything my sister has done for me in the past, I couldn't not give her this. I don't know what my feelings were for her, but I knew I loved her. Maybe not like she loved me, or maybe I did. But in my uncertainty, the one thing that was absolutely certain, was she would have her date. Hell, the way she's made me feel today and last night, my gift to her would be me. She could have her girlfriend she wanted, through Winter Break. Maybe by then, I would have a better understanding of my own feelings.

I was just about to tell her my decision, when the waitress came over with our entree. She placed it before us and told us, "Those three women over there," she pointed towards a booth behind us, "want to pay for your dinner. If that's alright?" We craned our necks over the back of our seat and saw Naomi, Marissa and Paige, who waved at us.

We turned around and Kaitlin said, "Sure. That'll be fine." Once the waitress left, Kaitlin's three friends cane to our booth and squeezed into the opposite seat.

"When Naomi called and told me you were in town, I thought to myself 'That bitch had the nerve to come and not tell me?'" Marissa stated. "She said you were at the mall and I knew you liked to spend all day here. So when Paige and Naomi got off from work, we went scouring the mall looking for you. Paige saw you come in here and texted us to get here."

"I put in the reservation for three and asked to be seated behind you two. You girls were so wrapped up in each other, you didn't even see us walk by," Paige stated.

"I was a little hurt you didn't see me. I mean I even gave your pussy a nice tonguing." Both of the newcomers stared directly at Naomi when she said this.

"You had her cunt in your mouth? Lucky bitch!" Marissa said. "What was it like?" She turned to me, "I'd love a go someday." Winking as she said this.

"Easy, Marissa. What would your girlfriend say?" replied Paige.

"If she could join us!" They all three laughed at that. Neither Kaitlin nor I had had time to say anything since their interruption. Kaitlin grabbed my had and was squeezing it. Was she worried her friends would tear us apart? 

Paige noticed it first. She saw the evidence of Kaitlin's squeeze. The tightening of her shoulder. The wincing on my face. "Hey, you two. Enough." Was all she said. The other two stopped there bantering, immediately. They turned to Paige, but saw her gaze was turned to us. So they looked at us. "We seem to be barging in on something a little more serious than what Naomi conveyed."

Naomi quickly tried to defend herself, "It's not my fault! Hailey already smelled of dried pussy juice and I could detect something on Kaitlin's mouth. I figured it out when I had the source of that scent in my own mouth. I just thought they were fucking." She turned to us, "Is it just sex? Or is there more?"

For the first time since I had known her, Kaitlin wasn't the confident woman I knew. She was looking to me for strength. I squeezed her hand and looked at her friends. One-by-one, directly in their eyes. Once I had their attention, I said, "She's my girlfriend." All three sets of eyes turned to saucers, but the only sound I heard was a gasp from Kaitlin. I turned my head to face her, "At least until you go back to California." I saw confusion in her face, so I elaborated, "I made up my mind, but the waitress then these three interrupted what I wanted to tell you. I don't know how I feel about all of this or if I love you the way you do me. But I know what you have done for me and I want to do this for you. I will give you me, as your gift. As long as you are here, I will give you the girlfriend you've wanted. It might be tough with mom and dad around, but when you are in California I have to be able to explore what I want. On my own. I love you sis, with all of my heart, so if this is acceptable to you, then I am yours." You could hear a pin drop in our booth. Her friends were deathly quiet as I had relayed my intent to my older sister. I thought she might break down in tears, but she reached up and pulled my head towards her and kissed me. This was a different kiss than her earlier ones. She wasn't trying to build me to an orgasm, or stifle a scream. This was a kiss shared between lovers. A loving, passionate embrace.

Marissa spoke first. She grabbed my sister's hand, "I'm happy you finally found someone you could let yourself love and be loved by." She looked at me, "Be careful with her. She's not as strong, emotionally anyway, as she tries to pretend to be."She vacated her seat and headed back to their booth.

Naomi looked at us both and grinned. "Thank you, both, for letting me be apart of you earlier. I know you knew I really wanted a go with Hailey in high school so thank you for letting me join in. Hailey, sweetie, you are a delectable little minx. If I get a chance again, I will do it all again. Over and over." I was blushing as she exited.

Finally, Paige leant forward and said, "I just wish I had a chance this afternoon." Shaking her head with regret. "But I won't cheat on James. I hope it works out for you, Kaitlin. Hailey, if it's alright with you and Kaitlin, at some point I would love for you to get together with my husband and I." I looked at her shocked. "He knows I like girls as well. I don't cheat on him, but I will share with him some tasty morsels I pick up." She winked at me and left Kaitlin and I alone, again.

"So, girlfriend. Our dinner our friends bought us is getting cold. Shall we?" I laughed and, rather than split our food on to separate plates, we ate from the same plate. Sometimes the noodles we were going after were the same ones, which caused us to giggle together. I seemed to be eating the majority of the food, when I mentioned this, my sister responded, "Of course you are. I need you energized if I am to spend the rest of my Winter Break wearing you out." I couldn't wait!

The waitress brought us over a desert with a folded napkin. "Your friends in the back took the liberty of ordering desert. I hope you're hungry." When she walked away, Kaitlin opened the napkin and we both read the note inside:

"It's not the sweetest desert you could have, but it was the best thing on the menu. Besides, you may get kicked out for eating the sweetest desert. Enjoy...both deserts!" The dot of the exclamation mark was a smiley face, winking.

We left Chili's completely stuffed. Hopping on the escalator, we made our way to the movie theater. The next show time for the movie we both agreed on wasn't for another thirty-five minutes. So we purchased our tickets and just ambled the mall. We talked about everything and nothing at all. One thing that was mentioned by Kaitlin was how I should look into USC for college. I told her I would think about it, which was enough for her. For now.

We showed up at the theater ten minutes early. When we got to our showing, we noticed it wasn't very busy. So we made out way to the topmost row and found a seat in the center of the row. We got comfortable and waited for the show to start. With the lights dimming, I felt Kaitlin's hand slip under the hem of my skirt. I quickly glanced around to see if there were anyone near enough to see.

"I already checked. There's no one else on this row. The closest person is five rows down and near the aisle. But that note got me thinking. I am ready for the sweetest desert. And I don't think I can wait! Better be quiet, little sister, we don't want to get kicked out of the movie."

During the previews, she started her slow torture of my young body. Sliding her fingers up and down the slit. Pushing their tips into my pussy. Flicking my clit with her thumb. Not to push me to the brink, but to get me aroused and ready for the real action to begin. God, am I happy I didn't wear panties today. The pleasures I would have missed out on!

She kept this up until we were about fifteen or twenty minutes into the movie. Maybe so she make sure no one would come up and see a different kind of show than the one they paid for. My pussy was already a sloppy mess with my juices oozing out of my hot furnace. Her fingers were torturous. I wished she would either stop and let me come down from the peak she built me up to. Or, preferably, give me enough pressure to push me over the edge. But this slow pace just made me want to scream at her.

Maybe she sensed my need. Maybe she decided she needed more as much as I did. I didn't care. At that point, she slid off her chair and nuzzled her face into my crotch. She blew on my pussy as her two thumbs stretched open my pussy. She repeated this, but each time she blew on my pussy she would tongue my slit in one long lick starting from the bottom of my pussy and ended up flicking my clit. Then a breath and another lick. I tried to push her head closer to my pussy, but she slapped my hand away and continued her torture.

She wrapped her lips around my clit. Her fingers sunk into my pussy. One finger at first. She started to wiggle it in a "come here" motion. She pulled her mouth from my clit. It was as if she knew how fast or how slow to go to maximize my orgasm. This wasn't a crashing tidal wave I was building towards. This was a long drawn out orgasm.

She slipped another finger in. She slowly pushed them in, then pulled them out. Slowly building in tempo. She licked my pussy slowly. The tip would push in as her fingers pulled out, collecting my nectar. I started to moan. A low, guttural moan. Not loud enough to be heard. My hands went to the arm rests, bracing myself. My knuckles turning white as I squeezed the arm rests.

She slipped a third finger in me. As she would push her invading fingers, her middle finger would make the "come here" motion while the other two fingers remained ridged. She kept up her tonguing as her fingers were pulled out, except her tongue would slip deeper. This caused her to slow her finger fucking to slow so her tongue could be removed before her fingers replaced it.




My Awakening Ch. 02c



My legs spread wider, my hips slid further over the seat cushion. I felt like I was melting into the theater chair. My whole existence faded to what was happening under my skirt. Where typically I was wound up and my body would tighten preparing for my orgasm. This one left me loose and relaxed.

Her fingers moved in and out of me faster. Her tongue was flicking my clit at the same pace. Slowly building. I was simmering to the boiling point. The closer I came to my orgasm, the more relaxed I felt.

I didn't cum in an explosion. My orgasm oozed out of me. I had mini-tremors as I came. Before one orgasm ended, I felt another. I couldn't scream. My mouth opened but no sound would emanate. I silently screamed my bliss. This was unlike anything I'd felt before. It felt good. All of them had, but this felt...like love. I just wanted for nothing else than to roll over and have her hold me as I rested. I didn't need anything else. I had her. But I remembered where I was, I couldn't do what I wanted we were in a theater.

I bolted, just a bit, startling Kaitlin whose head was on my shoulder and had her furthest hand in my blouse cupping a breast. I had dozed off. Had it been a dream? But it felt so real. I looked around in the dark, trying to figure out if any of what happened really happened. I looked at Kaitlin. She smiled and leaned in to kiss me. That's when I smelled it. She had been between my legs. I had passed out from the pleasure she gave me, maybe coupled with how many times I had orgasmed had something to do with it. I settled back in the seat and fell into the kiss Kaitlin had initiated.

Once I was lounging back in the seat, she lay her head back on my shoulder to finish the movie. I felt my eyelids lower. And soon I was asleep again. I felt a gentle rocking and slowly stretched and opened my eyes. I saw the lights in the theater raised and looked over at my sister, who was nudging me. When she saw my eyes, she smiled, "Time to get up, sleepyhead. Movie's over."

Groggily, I replied, "Just a bit longer."

"Well, I think these guys want to go home too." She gestured to a couple of guys in suits. Must be the managers, I thought. She held out her hands and, when I grasped them, pulled me up onto my feet.

It took us a while to get to the car. It was parked on the other side of the mall. So we walked, her arm around my waist, my head on her shoulder. "So did sister like shopping with me today?" I simply nodded. "Do you want to do it again tomorrow?" I scowled at her and shook my head. "I guess I tuckered you out, hmm? Made you 'shop til you dropped'?"

I snickered at that, "More like made me cum so much I had no choice but to drop."

"Perhaps," she conceded. "We have one spot left to go, before we get home." I groaned. "Don't worry, you can't go inside anyway. So you can stay in the car and rest." She kissed my cheek. Her hand slipped down and grabbed my ass, squeezing it.

As soon as I was belted into the passenger seat, my eyes were closed again. I opened them back when I felt the car stop. I saw the Castle Megastore sign, but didn't my groggy mind couldn't process anything about it. I closed my eyes until I heard the door shut.

"Hey. Come on," I heard my sister whine, "I still want to play some more. I promise once more and you can sleep." I grudgingly opened my eyes and saw my sister with some kind of contraption in her hand. She handed it to me and said, "Stick it in your pussy." So I put this small oval shaped item in my pussy. As soon as it was in, and I felt my eyes close again, I felt a vibration at my center jolting me awake. "No more sleeping."

My sister, while driving home, kept playing with some kind of remote that controlled the vibrating intruder. I was frazzled. I was tired and exhausted from the sex and the shopping, but the buzzing wouldn't allow me any rest.

We got to the house. As I stepped out of my car, a buzzing so intense sent me to my knees. "Oops. I didn't mean to do that. Must have hit the button by accident when I got out." The look I saw was that same faux-innocent look I knew too well. Innocent, my ass.

She leaned into the car and picked out some of our purchases. We couldn't carry all of the bags up in just one trip. So she pulled out just the ones on the back seat, except for three. We couldn't carry them all up in one trip. I went to grab the other three, when she stopped me. "We can't get them all and, if someone is still up, these will be the safest ones to carry with us." I was too tired to question her at this point. So we went in.

It was a good thing, I guess, we didn't carry everything in. Dad was just getting up from the couch with ESPN on the TV. "Hey girls," looking at the time, "Wow. Did you two even leave a mall left standing for tomorrow?" Kaitlin giggled. I groaned. "Wore her out shopping, huh?"

"You could say that." She winked at me.

"So how much did all of this cost me?"

"Not much. A hair cut, an outfit, a pair of shoes, some personal effects, lunch and a movie." Kaitlin said as she handed our dad his credit card and the receipts to go with what she described. I tried to figure out her game. We bought a lot more than what she mentioned. Then it dawned on me. She kept using two cards all day. Separating one purchase from the rest of our piles and paying them separately. Those smaller piles were on dad's credit card to make our trip 'legitimate' and not extreme. But whose credit card was the other one? Oh right, my addled-brain finally recalling what she had told me. Hey, I was tired! 

He went through the receipts quickly adding them up, "Less than I was expecting it to be. Thank you, Kaitlin."

"Oh. It was less? Then perhaps I could have it for tomorrow." She went to snatch it from his hands.

"Not a chance," dad said laughing. "So do I get to see these purchases I paid for?"

Kaitlin looked at me. "Yeah. We can show you what we bought." She grabbed me by the arm and ushered me into my room. "Okay, these are dad's purchases. Put them on. I will be right back."

"But..." I tried to stop her, but she was out of my room before I could stop her. The egg in my pussy was still vibrating. Groaning, I started changing. I didn't remove the egg though, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to or not and I couldn't really ask Kaitlin since she bolted from the room.

I was nearly finished changing into my new outfit, when Kaitlin came in with a few extra bags. "I took the time to get mom and dad's presents out of the car." she explained. "I just told him not to look while I came in."

She looked around the room for a while before she looked back at me. "I was going to suck your juice off the egg you had in you. Where did you put it?" I had a pained look in my eye. So she had expected me to pull it out! She realized where it was just then, and pressed the button she had hit in the driveway. Again, I was on my knees. "Oh. You little minx! This is really going to be fun." She helped me up. She went out first and started to address our dad, like some kind of runway emcee. 

"And finally, here is Hailey! From Aeropostale, she is wearing..." I felt the egg buzzing in me. Her words droned on, but the buzzing had me wiggling around. She was smiling at me, but somehow dad didn't notice. "Turn around, Hailey." she stage whispered. So I turned around. She would hit that damned remote at uneven intervals sending tingles through my body.

"Are you alright, Hailey?" dad inquired.

"Yeah. Fine. Just need to pee," there was a hitch in my voice as I said 'pee'. "I think." He came over to me, luckily Kaitlin turned off the vibrations when he hugged me.

"Well, you look beautiful, princess. I love the new look." He kissed the top of my head. "Well, I am certainly tired, so I am going to bed. Kaitlin, thank you. She certainly seems to have enjoyed your time together, even if you made her shop so long and without a bathroom break. Night you two, see you in the morning." He kissed Kaitlin on the forehead and headed to his bed.

"Okay. While he's in his room, let's get the rest of the purchases." I groaned. "Fine. Go to your room and lay down." I happily did so, until I fell to my knees again. "Don't you dare take it out either. You had your chance and left it in. You don't want to help, okay. Now you have to suffer the consequences." I was about to protest and help her out. "Nope. Your room. And you better be naked. Now." Not a chance to change her mind now. Fuck me!

So there I was on my bed squirming around. When my sister would come in, she would push the button to the highest setting. When she left, my egg was at a very low setting gently buzzing in my pussy. I think she made more trips than was necessary, but I lost count with the gentle buzzing and the pulsing barrage that assaulted me when she entered.

Finally, with all the purchases stashed in my closet or under my bed out of sight if either of our parents wandered in, she pulled the egg out of my pussy and placed it in her mouth. She licked off my nectar as she walked towards my nightstand. She took the egg and the remote and placed them in the drawer. She then picked up the Castle shopping bag, it was the only bag not stored away, and placed it on the bed. She pulled out a box from the bag and laid it on my bed. I had been watching, curiously, this entire time. She flipped open the box, but couldn't see inside.

Forgetting the box, for the moment, she peeled off her clothes and let them puddle at her feet. When she was completely nude, I couldn't move my eyes from her. All my tiredness seemed to fade from my body. "Close your eyes," she told me. I slowly did as she asked not wanting to take my eyes from her gorgeous body. I heard rustling and then she told me to open my eyes. Standing at the foot of my bed, stood my naked sister. Except this time, she had on a strap-on. It...gleamed. In her hand was a tube, of some kind. She said something. I didn't register what it was. "I want your virginity, Hailey. Can I?" I was mesmerized by the sight of my sister with a dick. "Hailey? This time, you have to say it for me. I can't, I won't do this without your explicit permission." She said it as slowly and articulately as she could. "Can I fuck, my little sister?" I nodded. "Say it."

"I want you to fuck me with your...dick."

"It's going to hurt for a little bit. I will go as slow as you want. I will use the lube on you to make it less hurtful. If at any time you want me to stop, either tap my forehead with one finger or call me Katie. Okay?" I nodded. "To show me you understand, repeat it back to me."

After I had repeated her instructions, she lubed my pussy up. She got between my spread thighs and was rubbing the fake dick on my pussy. She leaned down and reminded me, "Be quiet and don't wake mom and dad." With that, she inserted the head of her cock into my pussy. It was bigger than anything, I'd had in it so far. She didn't move at first. The she took it in her hand and used it to make circles in my pussy. She pushed it in a bit further. It was really starting to feel good. She had her hand on her cock where it had been the deepest and started thrusting it in and out, but only to where her hand was. She pushed a little more, moving her hand down a bit more. The sensation was getting to be more painful. She watched me. Saw every grimace. Every evidence of euphoria. And she would move and stop based on my expressions.

The next thrust broke my hymen. My body lunged at her in pain. I wanted to scream, but her mouth was on mine. Kissing me. Smothering my scream. She didn't move. She just held me. And kissed me. My ragged breathing settled down and she pulled away from my face. She wiped a tear from my face. "You okay?" I nodded. "Just a bit further and I will be all the way in." She pulled her hand from her dick and made a fist. "It's just that more to go. Do you want to?" All this time, she remained perfectly still. My body adjusting to this new invader. I was grimacing, but I still nodded. She pulled the dick out until just the head remained in me and in one quick motion impaled me fully.

I arched my back in both pain and pleasure. Sure, technically, before now I wasn't a virgin. I'd had sex, but now I was officially not a virgin. Deflowered by my sister wearing a strap-on. She didn't move. My back fell back on the mattress. This was her sign. She pulled the dick out to the tip and thrust in me again. She kept that pace until I was accustomed to it. Out to the tip. Slam all the way in. Her movements became quicker, the strokes much smaller. She started to suck on my nipples. My hands were gripping the sheets and my hips were thrusting driving the fake cock into my hungry cunt. I was meeting her thrusts with my own. The pain was subsiding and the pleasure was building. My hands grasped her. My legs entwined around her, under her ass, helping her thrust into me. I wanted more. Needed more.

In my frenzied state, I flipped my sister over onto her back. She was surprised. I started bouncing up and down on the dick that was embedded into me. My hands tried to find purchase to help me lift myself up and they landed on her breasts. I started squeezing her breasts, my breathing became ragged as my orgasm built. I couldn't push myself up and down any more. My arms became weaker and I sank down on the dildo. My sister flipped me back around and pounded my pussy. My legs wrapped around her legs. My arms were gripping the sheets. But my body was spent. I just let my sister pound me and carry me to that land of euphoria I had been so many times within the last twenty-four hours.

And I came crashing and thrashing. I closed my eyes. My sister slipped out of me and unfastened the strap on, stashing it under the bed. She crawled back into my bed. When I opened my eyes, my sister was spooning me from behind holding me. My breasts in her hands. I pulled the duvet over us. I then, closed my eyes once again and sank deeper into her embrace and drifted off in a blissful sleep.



My Awakening Ch. 03



A few days after I took Chelle to the cinema (My awakening 01) I was quietly minding my own business when my colleague Rog ambled into my office. He was the guy who had the gear to print the pictures I'd been taking of Chelle.

After a bit of aimless general chat, he got round to what he really had in mind. 'Thanks for the other day' he grinned, 'I still don't think I could balance a tray on my lap and I certainly couldn't have done so then'. 

'Pleased that you enjoyed yourself' I replied. 'I know Chelle had a fantastic time – she keeps telling me as if she can't really believe it actually happened. She got such a buzz from not knowing who it was and she's not even trying to guess. She's even hinting a lot that she wants to do some more naughty public flashing and can't seem to keep her fingers out of her pussy! In fact, a couple of times she's asked me to stand behind her chair and play with her boobs while she watches a porn video and wanks herself silly while she relives the whole thing. I've never seen her so turned on.'

'She's truly lovely' said Rog. 'You really are such a lucky bastard to have someone like that. You know, the other night going home on the train I was wedged in my rush hour seat remembering it all and I had a spontaneous eruption – I had no coat with me which made the evidence difficult to hide. When I got in, I had to nip straight upstairs to change'. He laughed a bit sheepishly. Then I laughed with him and he looked at me and asked 'are you planning to take any more photos soon?'

'I might'

'I just thought I'd let you know that my wife's taking the children to stay with her mum next week in case you're interested as I'll have plenty of spare time if you need any prints done'. Just then my phone rang and our conversation was interrupted by work, but not quite before I managed to say 'Thanks…. I'll let you know if anything……'

When I got home, Chelle was waiting to greet me wearing one of my favourite summer dresses. I could tell that she was feeling randy the instant she put her arms round me. She was like a cat on heat rubbing against me and purring. It was a lovely late summer evening and she'd got an ice cold jug of Pimms ready. Still entwined we gravitated towards the garden and sat in a warm corner that always catches the last rays of the sun. It's quite hidden from view and, as she stretched out in front of me on a lounger, I began massaging her feet and calves. We started to talk about the w/e and what we might do if the weather stayed fine. 

'Would you like to be my sexy lady again? I asked. She slid down a bit and I was now caressing her thighs. She parted her legs and raised her hem slightly. 'Oh yes please' she gulped as my hands reached the top of her leg – 'I'm so wet and horny already I'll do anything you want' I reached a bit further and she giggled wickedly as I discovered that she'd got no panties on. Her entire pussy was sopping wet and I teased her slit for a bit. Then I stopped and said 'No more until tomorrow but if you tempt me, sexy lady, I'll make you come until you beg me to stop' She pleaded with me to play with her some more there and then but I wanted her to be so horny tomorrow that she'd shed all her remaining inhibitions.

Next morning we decided we'd get the chores done as soon as possible, take a car ride after lunch and eat at a canal-side pub we knew of, on the way home. She wanted to start straight out but I reminded her that she needed to do the weekly shop first while I went in search of some wine and a couple or three new rolls of film for the camera. 

'Oh goody, more photos' she grinned, putting on a thong, a pair of sandals, a skirt and skimpy top, in that order. Then, giving me a lovely lingering French kiss, she went off to the shops. She looked gorgeous and her silhouette against the sun's brightness was ravishing.

We were both back by mid-day and Chelle went to change. She emerged in a very short, loose, strappy, cotton print dress. It was pale blue and set off her lightly tanned skin perfectly. 

The plain bodice was cut straight and low and showed a fair amount of her firm cleavage and I'd always enjoyed it when she wears it out to please me. Over it she'd thrown a very light crochet cardigan but I didn't know just then that she'd modified the dress. The naughty imp had cut a massive scoop out of the back right down to her bum and had used the spare fabric to make a bikini string to tie across the top at the back. 

She brushed past me through the front door, giving my cock a little squeeze on the way as she skipped out to the car. As she went down the front path she slipped the cardigan off. 

There was more of her back uncovered than covered. I love watching her strutting about in public now as I think her bare back is extremely sexy and the wobble of her boobs when she leaves off her bra has sent better men than me into orbit. 

She hadn't tied the back too tightly and I could see the swell of her breasts in the gaps at the sides. She glanced over her shoulder, saw me looking and stuck her tongue out. 'What's the use of a sun dress if the sun can't get to you?' she reasoned sweetly. Who was I to argue, she took my breath away.

I could only sort of waddle after her around my bulge but I got my own back as I caught up with her to unlock the car, I put my hand right up her skirt between her cheeks, feeling her heat. She was laughing as I gave her a playful shove into her seat. We drove off and were soon beyond the built-up area. 

Chelle has agreed to take over the story now.

Hi, I'm Chelle. Ever since the episode in the cinema, I've been constantly randy. I can't get it out of my mind. I love seeing the photos me b/f's taken of me and I'm hardly able to keep my hands from playing with myself wherever I am nowadays, when wicked thoughts creep into my head about being his naughty lady. 

I'm so wet and ready all the time. I've started to dress much more sexily buying all sorts of new clothes to excite me and my man. I never dreamt in my wildest fantasies that flashing myself to other people would be such a turn on but I love all the admiring looks I'm now getting and my b/f is so much more attentive!

It only takes the slightest raunchy thought and my nipples begin aching beyond belief to be tugged, squeezed and pulled gently. My love lips have also been so swollen and ready – and now, they are very, very juicy, so I've asked my b/f to strip me slowly and touch me as I write. He's standing behind me and kissing my neck right now, sending shivers all over me. 

I love the thought of you all reading this – will you tell me what you'd do if you were here too? Would you just watch or would you want to feel me?

He wants me to write about the car trip as explicitly as I can. He's just whispered in my ear that he'd love me to tell you everything. Well, by the time we got in the car I was feeling so wanton, I could hardly contain myself. When I'd gone shopping the excitement and anticipation just began to overwhelm me and the first thing I did when I reached the supermarket was to nip into the loo and take off my panties. 

I was good and didn't touch my clitty ho ho although it was speaking volumes to me but I did play with my nipples a bit until they looked as if they would push right through my top. Shopping is boring I thought until I got to the freezer cabinet. I picked out a tub of ice-cream and accidentally (honest) brushed it against one of my boobs. 

The cold stung me and I looked down to see the melting frost had made my top pretty well transparent. God that made me shiver, but not from the cold! As I continued to browse, I could see all the men giving me furtive glances – and quite a few grins too. It was lovely, but had left a bit of a stain so that's why I changed when I got home.

I picked out my blue flowery sundress. Holding it up in the sunlight, I could see the shadow of the window right through it. Perfect, I thought. I'd not worn it properly since altering it but now I was really ready to try it out on my b/f. It didn't take me long to dress and soon I was out of the front door and waiting impatiently for my b/f to unlock the car. I must admit I wiggled my bum a bit against his hand as he shoved me into the car. I threw my cardi onto the rear seat and settled in. 

'While I drive, why don't you tell me how naughty you are going to be today?' he asked. I started by telling him how much my body was yearning to be touched. I let the seat down a bit and he reached across and began playing with my boob. My thighs parted involuntarily as I looked out of the side window. We were still going down a street full of shops and I wondered if anyone could see what he was doing. 

(The voice in my ear has just asked if I liked it and I have to confess that I was hoping to get even more daring as I was trembling all over with the thrill of what we were doing).

That's why I took hold of his hand and guided it down across my stomach to my thigh, then pulled the hem of my dress up slightly and placed his fingers on bare skin. I wanted him to see more of me so I reached behind my back and undid the tie. I let the far strap slip off my shoulder by the window as I angled into the corner so he could get a better view. 

He pressed the button to lower my window. 'Oh God yes,' I gasped. The feeling of the sun and wind washing over my body was exhilarating and I let the dress slide dangerously low until it was just hanging by a thread on my taut nipple.

Then I raised the dress up my legs a bit more and encouraged his hand to explore higher up the insides. My breathing was becoming a bit ragged and I remember thinking how much my chitty wanted him to find it. 

(He's undone my top now and is sending me wild as he teases my boobies)

I could see we were passing plenty of people walking along the pavement on my side and lots of other cars on the road. Knowing they were so close was making me feel so wanton. Gradually we began to leave the built up area behind. He asked me if I was still enjoying myself and I jumped as his finger brushed against my clit at last. I held his hand against it and began to move it up and down in tune with the thrusting of my hips. 

I was so wound up that an orgasm washed through and through me immediately he started squeezing my little man. 

In my haze of delight I felt the car pull up into a lay-by. He leant across and pushed two fingers hard into me til he found my G spot. I whimpered in absolute bliss as I heard the cars and lorries whizzing past on the road. Then I came – gushing girl come all over his hand – squirting just like I did in the cinema, soaking the foot-well. I lay back exhausted as he pulled back onto the road, wondering what was next in store for my new insatiable lust.

Well I didn't have to wait long. He tweaked the other shoulder strap which fell down my arm and then the front of the dress itself til both my boobs popped out. Naked in public I thought, this is gorgeous. I began playing idly with them as we turned onto a dual-carriageway, feeling my pussy begin to throb again. 

'This is such fun, I didn't realise how exciting it would be' I confessed as my hands started to stimulate me more urgently. 'Ooh yes, I'm coming for you again'I cried. 

I raised myself up and knelt on the seat causing my dress to tumble round my thighs, supporting myself with one hand on the open window cill whilst the other was busy in my soaking pussy. He was driving quite slowly and I could see the occasional car passing us as I reached new heights of pure excitement. 

(My pussy is getting some attention now – it's all squelchy. I wonder why!!!)

In a little while we turned off into a car-park serving a large public country park. There were one or two cars already there so I sank in my seat as he got out, came round and opened my door. 'Do yourself up a bit' he grinned, holding out his hand, 'come on let's go for a walk'. I sat there meekly while he did up the back tie on my dress marvelling at the huge bulge in his trousers. 

Then we left the cat and he guided me with his hand caressing the small of my bare back. I was loving this as we ambled out into a large grassy area. We sat down right in the middle of this area, facing each other. 'Play with yourself while I watch' he said leaning back on one elbow. By now I was so far gone I had hardly a shred of inhibition left. I undid the back of my dress again leant half back as well and put my hand on my pussy. 

I found my clit sticking out and began to rub it like a little willy. I crept forward until I was lying alongside him begging him to stroke my thighs whilst I masturbated for him. He curled his legs round and I rested my head on his thighs as another series of rapid climaxes made me shake and twitch. 

I just could not get enough of this and tried to take my dress right off, but he stopped me. 'Not quite yet' he smiled ' I want you to come and sit on that bench with me - over there by the path.' My stomach flipped as that was where all the other people seemed to be walking to and fro.

It was only then that I noticed he'd got the camera. As we walked across the grass he asked me if I'd like to do a few shots for the family al-bum! 

I love posing for his pictures and get so aroused when we look at them together so I was only too willing. Half way across the large expanse formed by the grass he explained what he had in mind. I was to sit down, lie back and pretend to go to sleep and not notice how disarranged my clothes were getting. 

I sat down and closed my eyes. I could still here some people playing tennis a hundred yards or so away and the conversations of people walking round the path by the court. I lay down and felt extremely wicked as I inched the skirt up my legs and began caressing my body through the thin dress material. 

Then I felt a shadow blot out the sunlight and a squinted up and saw him snapping away. He told me he was going to leave me and go and sit on the bench, saying he'd use the telephoto to get some more shots of me stretched out, then I was to get up and walk slowly over towards him. 

Now I've seen the results I just can't believe how exposed I was in such a public place. You can quite clearly see the games on the tennis courts in the background and loads of people strolling past in the middle distance. I walked over to the bench and he moved away and told me to sit on it. 

The path was only a few yards behind it but I really played to his lens – pretending to want to sunbathe by pushing the straps off my shoulders and exposing all my thighs as I raised my feet onto the seat and opened my knees. I could feel the heat of the sun on my bare pussy as two or three couples passed right behind me, chatting away to each other. 

The thrill was making me leak like mad and I just had to ask him over. 'Please come and sit with me' I begged, 'I need to come and I want you to play with my clitty – I can't wait any longer' He gave me a kiss and drew me towards him so I was leaning back against his side with my legs stretched along the bench. 

He began kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders sending goose bumps all over me. The top of my dress slipped a little and glancing down I could see the edge of my nipples. Then his hand found my hip and started massaging my groin area. 

I groaned as my breathing became very ragged. 'Oh yes' I gasped 'please touch me down there' His hand moved over my mound and my hips jerked involuntarily as I felt the friction of the dress material on my clitty which must have been poking out an inch or more, it was so engorged. Gently he began to rub my swollen love lips. I didn't care any more where I was, I just needed to be loved and made love to by his wonderful caresses. 

He put his hand down the back of my dress and suddenly there it was, hidden but resting on my mound, right where all my desires were willing it to be. 

His fingers began delving and playing in my wetness and I groaned for release. 'Please, please I gasped fuck my pussy with your fingers. 

'There's some people coming' he said easing back but not quite stopping. 

The thrill of what we were doing just sent me to a height of ecstasy I'd never felt before. I was having orgasm after wonderful orgasm and it was so daring and public. He took his fingers out and pressed them gently into my open mouth. I sucked and licked my own juices for the first time ever on that warm sunny bench in the park and I adored it.

We've had lots of adventures like this but what do you think we could do next – any suggestions? I'd love to hear from you. Love and sexy exhibitionism, Chelle.



My Awakening Ch. 03



This is a continuation of my previous story. So it will be helpful to have read the previous stories beforehand. Hope you all enjoy it.

All characters depicted having sex are over 18.

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The next week went by surprisingly fast. And relatively calmly. The day after our shopping excursion, Kaitlin and I took tags off the clothes and washed them. She went through my closet and got rid of many of my old clothes and shoes. She also found better hiding spots for my new sex toys, which included my rabbit vibrator, my egg vibrator, the strap-on and a double-ended dildo. Apparently, she had bought the last three at the same time from Castle that night. Apart from that, I finished my school work. Kaitlin sprawled on my bed reading gossip and fashion magazines, while I worked. She left me alone for the most part. I guess she just wanted to be near me, much like I had been when we were younger. 

While I was in class for the next three days, Kaitlin was home. She would borrow my car so she could run around town. She would drop me off at school and pick me up. I would enter or exit my car with a kiss from her. But that was it. Classes for me ended Wednesday. I was looking forward to spending the next two days with my sister doing what we wanted to do. She had awakened my sexuality and I was eager to explore it, but it was not to be. At least for this week anyway. Mom had Thursday and Friday off since she had to work Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. So Kaitlin and I rummaged through my closet and drawers discarding clothes to make room for my new clothes she had bought me. We talked about college and what to expect. We even went out for mani-pedis, which our mom went with us.

This is how mom found us, but Kaitlin had started massaging my back. Of course, mom thought it was perfectly innocent. She announced dinner was ready and so we disentangled ourselves and headed to the dining room. This was how most of the week went. 

Mom had Thursday and Friday off since she worked a mid-shift on Saturday and an early shift on Sunday. So the real fun started the following week. During the days, while our parents were at work, we would wake up late and fool around. We had sex in every room, we tried to do it in our parents' room but it was just too weird. I can't even remember every encounter, but I do recall certain aspects. We used all of my toys, in a variety of ways. I remember at one point having my egg in my ass while my sister and I used the double-ended dildo. I also remember being in, what my sister called, reverse cowgirl on the sofa riding my sister while she wore the strap-on and watching porn in the main room. At night, after dinner and before mom and dad went to bed, I would be working on my essay and applications for college admissions. My sister would be on my bed reading a magazine or paint her nails or she would just quietly watch me. During our time alone, I did ask her questions about how she found out she was a lesbian, how she liked the taste of pussy. (I had tasted mine on her fingers and mouth, but surely different pussies tasted differently.) I was curious and she helped me at least have the answers, but I still had to figure things out on my own. It was nice and comforting in a way I couldn't really put into words. We would fall asleep together. At some point, she would slink off to her room. But she would wake up as our parents left the house and slide back in bed with me.

I remember one night vividly. It made me question so much about our relationship, but I was too afraid to ask her about it. Afraid of her answer. Afraid of the ramifications. But it was the single brightest days so far. We were watching a sappy romance movie. The kind you can guess the ending within the first fifteen minutes. Her legs spread as I was lounging against her. My head rested on her shoulder. My back against her breasts. Her hands lightly stroking my breasts through my satin cami. At one point, she pushed me so I was leaning forward. When in position, she started massaging my neck. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and was moaning. This is how mom found us. She announced dinner was ready. Once she left, we started giggling. "Could you imagine what she would have done had she come in earlier with my hands on your breasts?" After that night, we decided not to try anything sexual while our parents were home. So weekdays were for us. But nights and weekends were off limits.

One night sometime before Christmas, I asked her, "Are you wanting me to do to you what you do to me?"

She stroked my hair as we were lying on my bed, "I don't want to push you faster than you are willing to go. But yes, I do. If you don't want to, please don't. I can get myself off with just the image of you on your back." She smiled sweetly at me.

"That just doesn't seem fair. My big sister is giving me these wonderful orgasms and I make you relieve yourself?"

"It's not about fair. It's about what you are willing to give. I am happy just having this kind of relationship with you at all. And besides, when I fuck you with the strap-on I may not have the intensity you do when I cum, but I do cum. And don't even get me started on what you do with that double-ended dildo. You're a natural on that thing."

"So you don't feel...cheated?"

"Not. One. Bit. You made me so happy when you agreed to be my girlfriend, even if it has a time limit."

"About that..."

"Shhh. Don't worry one second. About any of this. If all I get is this one holiday with you, it will be the best thing I have ever had. I wouldn't change one minute of it. Unless, that is, you go break down and analyze every little thing about it, like you are headed down now. Let me just have these moments. In case I don't get any others."

I shut up and just lay down with my sister. I eventually fell asleep in her arms, like every night so far since our shopping spree. She would get out at some point because every morning I would feel her get back in bed with me. I could really get used to waking up with her in my bed.

Christmas came. We did the present exchange. I was surprised that my sister had gotten me the cami and pants set I was fingering in Victoria's Secret. She had also grabbed mom a nice robe from there, but on the label she indicated the gift was from me. Kaitlin and I were the biggest recipient, as always. We had an early Christmas dinner. Mom and dad always had a cruise the day after Christmas until New Year's Day. Mom gets tired of the snow and dad gets swamped from New Year's until mid-April being an accountant. So they had established this tradition many years ago. Of course, when Kaitlin mentioned she was coming home, they were prepared to forgo their trip, but she had insisted they keep their date. She had to promise not to wait so long to come back and visit.

We insisted they leave the dishes and get to the airport. Once the parents left, we started doing the dishes. Kaitlin washed while I rinsed and dried. She, obviously, got done before me. But when she finished, she got a mischievous look in her eye. I barely had time to register it before I had suds in my hair, face and on my shirt. I had to close my eyes so the suds wouldn't get in them, but having a vague idea where she was and still had the hose in my hand I sprayed. I knew I hit the mark when I heard her squeal. I wiped the suds from my face to inspect my retaliatory hit. I really soaked her good! Her shirt was sticking to her and I could definitely see her bra. She made a move like she was going to get more suds, but I held the hose, threateningly. She backed off and I finished the dishes. By the time I was done, I turned around and my sister had shed her shirt and bra.

She leapt at me and started making out with me. She had me stripped naked in no time. She spun me around and planted me on the island. "Y'know. Mom and dad left before we had desert." What? She's still hungry? She started rummaging through the refrigerator. She grabbed some strawberries, a peach, some maraschino cherries and an aerosol can of Cool-Whip. She then got some vanilla ice cream from the freezer. Before she was done on that side of the kitchen, she got a banana and an ice cream scoop. She placed the items next to me and started cutting the peach into slices.

"Lay back," she told me once the peach was sliced. I did as she asked, propping myself on my elbows to see what she was planning. What she was planning blew my mind! She grabbed a peach slice and the thinnest side of the cut of peach she slid through my slit. I felt the juicy fruit leave a trail on my outer lips. She slid it once, twice. On the third stroke she left it in my pussy, not shoving it in just sitting there. She then grabbed two maraschino cherries and rubbed them on my nipples. The syrup running down my breasts. She took the whipped cream and circled the base of my breasts with it then a line from my sternum to my pussy. 

She took the slice of peach from my pussy and ate half. "Do you want to taste this peach?" I nodded. She held it with her teeth and fed it from her mouth. As I was chewing the fruit covered in my nectar, she slid two strawberries along my pussy. She ate one, then fed me the other. She ate the cherries off my nipples, but their syrup had dried on my breasts. She started licking the whip cream. Her hands were busy elsewhere, but my eyes were closed savoring the sensations she was giving me. Then I felt something long and thin being pushed into my pussy. My eyes shot open and I saw she had shoved half the banana into my cunt and was fucking me with it. My legs dangled and had no purchase. My back gave out and my arms grasped the ledge of the counter so my hips could help my sister fuck me. She stopped suddenly. The banana still wedged in my pussy. 

My eyes were closed still willing my body to just cum, but with no stimulation it was a lost cause. Before I could open my eyes, I felt a freezing feeling on my breast. I looked down to see my sister with another scoop of ice cream over my other breast. It landed with a plop. My sister was making me a banana split. Or rather making me into one. Her mouth started sucking and nibbling my breasts, but not fast enough to stop it from melting. My entire torso was a mess of dried cherry syrup, and melting Cool-Whip and ice cream. Her hand grasped her make shift dildo and thrust it into me. I was cumming in no time. By this point, my sister knew all the buttons to push. The ones that will let me build slowly and the ones that had me crashing into orgasm. This one was not slow. I came hard. I was regaining my breath and senses when I looked at Kaitlin, who still had her flannel pajama pants on, eating her banana, happily. 

She had already put the items back where they went. So I pouted, like the brat I was when we were younger, "But I wanted some desert, too."

"Well, I made my desert. If you want some, make it yourself." She stuck out her tongue. So I thought about it. If I were to make a Kaitlin desert, what would I like to eat? I wanted to show her I could be creative too.

I opened the refrigerator and peered in. Pumpkin pie? Nah. I pushed further in and saw a platter. I pulled it towards me and dipped a finger in the chocolate mess. Brownie batter! Mom hadn't had time to bake it so she had wrapped it up for Kaitlin and I to enjoy while they were gone. How would this taste? Just then, I felt some melted ice cream drip down my mound and I didn't care. She made a mess of me, I would do it to her! "Katie, I need your help."

"What with?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could set a plate out for me for my desert. You know, like I did for you?" I looked back and saw her yank her pants and panties off and got on the counter. "Oh. God. You look hot like that." She smiled, brightly. "Mind closing your eyes?" When her eyes were closed, I brought my desert to the counter. "No peeking, sister." She nodded in compliance. I could see goose bumps forming. 

I didn't bother with a scoop; I put both hands in the gooey mixture and slathered thick handfuls onto my sister's breasts. I started easting the brownie batter from my sister's breasts. It was getting everywhere! Not only was she as messy as I was, I was getting messier. She was too far up on the counter. So I grabbed her ass with my brownie covered hands and pulled her closer to me. I had been fantasizing about doing this. Questioning whether I wanted to or not, but now. This moment, I wanted nothing more than to feast on my sister's pussy. Like she had mine many times.

I thought of everything she had done to me. And tried my best to do the same to her. I tentatively licked her slit. It tasted different. I thought it would have, but this tasted...I looked at my hands and realized why. My face was covered in brownie. I giggled at my naivete. That is until my sister's hands found my head and urged me back to her folds. I started licking vigorously. Her Hands went to her breasts, kneading them. I even saw her lick her fingers of their brownie coating.

I soon had her thrashing and moaning. She was inching further up the counter. I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy tight with my mouth again. She was panting and screaming my name. I never wanted her to stop screaming my name. With renewed energy, I brought her to another orgasm before her last one was over. I got on the counter next to my sister, who was still spasming, and cradled her. When she calmed down, she looked at our bodies and laughed. We were beyond filthy. She climbed down and helped me off the counter. She never let go of my hand as she led me to the shower.

I can't say it was a very effective shower. We were too busy having fun and getting each other off, but once we were done and drying each other off. I asked, "So does it hurt?" She looked at me curiously. "Shaving. Down there." My sister had a line of pubic hair that pointed to her pussy. I kept mine trimmed, at least in summer when I wore bathing suits, but in the middle of winter? It wasn't a hug priority.

"Would you like to try it?" Her pussy, when I had eaten her out, felt so smooth. I wondered what she preferred, just then. So I asked. She thought, "Well, don't get me wrong I'm only saying this because you asked, but I do prefer a silky smooth pussy to eat. Now I would be happy to continue without..." I stopped her at that point.

"I want you to show me how."

She beamed. Going to the vanity she pulled out a pair of clippers, a razor and shaving cream. She looked at me and told me to sit on the edge of the tub. She reached behind me to grab a wash cloth. She carefully cut my pubic hair as short as she could. Then, while lathering up my mound, asked, "How do you want it to look?" I looked at her with confusion. "Like mine? With a little left. Or none at all?"

"Whatever you think is best."

She smiled. "Lean back just a bit." Her smooth hands and gentle touch were getting me worked up again. I could see her concentration was waning with my aroma wafting in her nostrils, but she kept on. Careful not to nick me. With the task done, she wet the cloth with warm water. She ran the cloth over my mound, both wiping the excess shaving cream and hair off as well as working me into a frenzy. With my pussy cleaned, she discarded the cloth in the hamper and continued caressing my pussy with her fingers. "So, little sister, how does it feel having my fingers in your bald cunt?"

I moaned. "Just think what my tongue will feel like on this smooth skin." I moaned again. "Don't worry. I won't make you wonder for long." She pulled me up and rushed me to my bedroom where she pushed me on to my bed. We didn't worry about being naked. About closing the door. About being quiet. We had the house to ourselves so why worry about that. This way it'd be easier for us to fool around. Nothing to get in the way. It was a quick cum for me and from then on we were nude.

I couldn't even begin to tell you all the sex we had. She showed me all sorts of positions. Some we had done like doggy, reverse cowgirl. Now that I had had her in my mouth, we 69'd. It was a sex crazed week. And I learned a lot. Which was good, because my final exam in lesbian sexuality was coming-cumming?-on New Year's Eve. My sister had invited her three friends over for a night together. They arranged it with their significant others. How they did, I didn't know. I knew Paige had said she never cheated on her husband. And I knew Marissa was in a committed relationship. I would later find out, but on the day of the event I only knew they had come to some kind of an agreement.

January 31 finally arrived. Upon waking up, I noticed my sister wasn't in bed. I looked around the room and noticed, to my surprise, she was sitting at my desk, clothed. I was trying to piece it all together. We had been, happily, waking up together. We had gone about our days with nothing on, unless we intended to go out. Before she saw my eyes on her, she had a distant look on her face. A sad look. I wanted nothing more than to go to her and hold her, but before I could move she noticed I was awake. She put on a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Morning, sweetie."

"Katie, is something wrong? Did I do something?" She shook her head.

"No, it's nothing you did. We need to talk, before the party starts. And now is probably the best time, since we will need to clean up and prepare for tonight." I just nodded letting my sister say what she needed to. "Look, I want you to have the time of your life tonight. So I have decided that, for today, we should act like sisters and not lovers. So no running around naked. No sex. Let your mind—your dirty, naughty mind—revel in itself. You are about to have the night of your life and I would just rob you of your ability to cum as often as my friends are going to want you to. So get dressed and come down." 

She got up and was headed to the door. I leapt out of bed and grabbed her wrist. She tried to break free, but I wouldn't let her go. "Katie, please. Lets at least have our shower together. Even if we don't fool around in the shower. Please." She smiled sweetly at me, nodded and lightly kissed me on the lips.

The shower was exquisite, but it did leave me hornier than I had been in a while. Normally, if I started getting horny, I had a willing participant to get me off. Today, even though she looked ready to bring to orgasm, she stayed true to her vow of no sex. I was washing my own pussy today, but when she noticed I was spending a little too much time between my legs, she yanked my hand away. "No cumming. At all." I whimpered, but nodded in agreement.

When we got out and were dried, we headed to our separate rooms. I thought I saw a tear in my sister's eye, but she turned into her room and closed the door. So I hung my head and shuffled into my own room. I changed into the cami and pants my sister had gotten me for Christmas and sat at my desk just thinking. Something was really wrong, but what was it. Why was Kaitlin so upset? Why wouldn't she just let me comfort her? Was it tonight? If so, then why had she arranged this? Was this the end of us? Not as sisters, we would never lose that. Would we? Did our tryst mean we could no longer be sisters? When she went back to school in California, mean she was out of life for good? Was that it? Did she think I would let her do that? All these thoughts flooded my head, but the one person I could talk to had shut her door on me. Literally and emotionally.

I padded down the hall to the kitchen and made cinnamon rolls. I at a few with some orange juice. Kaitlin still hadn't left the room. So I knocked on her door. She didn't answer so I told her loud enough for her to hear, "I made cinnamon rolls. They're in the oven to keep them warm. If you want some." She didn't answer, at least not audibly to me. So I slinked back into my room. I began to look for things to do and noticed on my desk was a box from newegg. My new motherboard was sitting neglected since it had arrived. I'd been so preoccupied with my new relationship that my past life was put on hold. One thing, I knew I had to change. If she still wanted me, she wanted me to still be me. She'd told me so, many times. So what was more me than being the brainy girl who worked on computers?




My Awakening Ch. 03



I opened the package and took out the purchases. I had decided with the money I got from my grandparents and uncle to get both my motherboard and a new CPU. I also had chosen to get one more thing from my wish list, a new solid state drive. I had been lusting over them ever since they dropped in price, but never could bring myself to get one, but this year I decided I needed to pamper myself some. Luckily, there hadn't been any big changes in RAM so I didn't need to change that. I was quickly becoming self-absorbed of removing my computer parts from the case and getting my new parts in. I had been working for hours when I finally had everything in and I had double-checked my wiring. I turned on the machine and a satisfying sound hit my ears. The whirring of the fans and a single beep telling me the computer was working properly. Well, at least one issue was solved.

As I was getting Windows installed, another problem arose. My stomach started growling. I made sure that everything was going smoothly and headed to the kitchen to make myself lunch. I noticed Kaitlin's door was open, but she wasn't in there. I stopped in my tracks when I saw she was on the sofa watching a movie. She looked up when I entered. "Hey."

"Hi." Wow, did it get awkward all of a sudden, or what? We looked at each other for a few seconds before I broke the silence, "Going to get lunch. Want anything?"

"What are you fixing?"

"Something simple. Mac'n Cheese and grilled cheese sandwiches, I think."

"Sounds good. I'll help."

I was fixing the sandwiches as she got the mac'n cheese ready. "So what were you doing today?" she asked.

"I finally got around to fixing my computer."

This perked her up considerably. "Oh? That's great! I was wondering if you were ever going to do that before school started. So how is it?"

"Well, it's working. Just getting Windows installed now. Then a long, slow process of updates, installing the software I want back on it. Could take me another day to finish it all up, but it's been a nice distraction." I felt a little guilty making that jab at my sister for her abandoning me today, but it hurt. And I wanted her to know.

I saw she felt it. And at that moment, I regretted it. If I ever had a chance to rewind my life, that was the only time I'd erase. "That's good." I heard the hurt in her voice. She tried to hide it. From other people, she might have succeeded. Not from me. With lunch ready, she took her bowl and sandwich and went back to the couch. She sprawled on the couch leaving me no room to sit. Fine, I could take a hint.

I went to my room and sat at my desk. While Windows was still loading, I turned on my TV and watched a movie I had seen a million times. Not because I necessarily felt like watching, but to drown out the emptiness I felt. The one thing I wanted to do, was denied me. And no it wasn't the sex, although truth be told I wouldn't have minded that either, but I just wanted to be close to my sister. Was this what it was going to feel like for the rest of my senior year? An aching and longing I couldn't relieve?

I absently went about installing my programs, updating drivers, all rather tedious but had to be done. The movie droned on in the background and I ate my lunch as it slowly got cold. I was again lost in my world when I heard a knock on my door frame. I hadn't closed it, so my sister could have just walked in, but rather she stood outside looking in. I swiveled my chair to face her. "Hey could you go run out and get something for tonight?" I looked at my computer checking its status, also to make her wait a bit longer.

"I suppose, I have time. What is it you need?"

"A cheap curtain. Big. And try to find one that isn't too course." What? Why do we need a curtain? A small smile creeped on her face. In answer to my unbidden question, "We don't have sheets big enough to fit the mattresses and we don't want to ruin those." She turned and walked away.

So I got up and changed. Still not bothering to close the door, why bother? She'd seen me far more intimately this week and besides, she wasn't around to watch me anyway. Once changed, I left in my car towards the shopping center. I found what I was looking for in a thrift store. So I headed home. Upon entering the house, I noticed the furniture was pushed as far out as was possible and my sister was lugging her mattress down the hall. As soon as she got to the living room though, she fell. The mattress tumbled on top of her as she let out a loud OOOF. I would have run to her and helped her up, if it wasn't so damned funny. Rather I ran to her, and plopped down on her mattress.

"Aw. Thanks, sis. You knew how much shopping wears me out. And you know just what I would need." I gushed. Her head was sticking out from under the mattress but everything else was covered and effectively pinned with my weight on her. So I took this opportunity to do what I'd been wanting to do all day. I rolled over on my stomach and planted a kiss on her lips. I leaned up and I could see the desire she had for me well up, but she couldn't get her arms free. I removed the curtain from the bag and, getting up from my comfy bed, I plopped it right on her head as I walked away. 

I could hear scurrying as she crawled out from under her trap and yelled, "Oh you're going to get it you little brat!" I giggled as I closed my door and locked it. She was banging on my door yelling at me to open it. Our old game of cat and mouse from our younger days was started afresh. But we were decidedly not young any more.

"Not by the hair of my pussy lips!" Using a different variation of the Three Little Pigs.

"If you had any, I'd pluck them one by one until you were as bare as you are now!"

"And if I liked it, would you lick it better?" I was goading her. I knew it, but the game I started was getting me wet.

Then, I heard a THUMP on my door. And a...scratch? I opened it up and my sister, who was sitting down, leaning against my door, had her head in her hands. "I want to. I want to so badly. Today has been pure torture for me. To be apart from you."

"Why? Why stay away? I told you, I was yours."

"Until I left. I know. Maybe it was stupid of me, but this," she pointed to me and then herself, "I've fallen in love. But I am leaving. So I am trying. Trying to be the strong one. The older sister. And do what's right, for you." She started balling.

"Katie," I plopped down behind her and held her, "I didn't know. I'm sorry. I don't know if I feel the same way you do, but I do love you. I love being with you. I missed you all day. It was agony for me, too."

"I want what's best for you. I always have. Maybe it's me. I hope it is. Maybe it's not. That's what tonight is for. It's going to be hard for me to share you. It was different with Naomi. We were just getting started, but now, after this week. I don't want you with anyone else."

"Then cancel. We can go back to where we were."

Breaking abruptly from my embrace, she stood and shook her head. "No. Absolutely not." I was confused. She wanted me. I wanted her. Now she's changing her mind? "I will not let you choose me out of pity. I want you to choose me because there is no other choice," she spat. She breathed in, visibly relaxing. Calmer she started again, "The reason I was able to have the confidence to live my life was from my friends. I told you what we did, both to and for. I know you don't have that. Your friends are just trying to hide ad survive high school, but my friends and I we were looking beyond high school. We wanted to, not to survive, but to control our lives. Not high school, although you could probably say we did that as well. What tonight is, dear sister, is for you to have my friends. It's...an initiation, I suppose. You are coming into my group of friends. They will, try to at least, help you discover yourself. If you accept, they—and Paige's and Marissa's significant others—can help you guide you through your own sexuality." 

"Wait? What?" I hadn't thought I actually said it until Kaitlin started talking again.

"Paige and Marissa aren't interested in cheating on their loved ones. So, they told their husband and girlfriend about tonight. Paige and James like to bring other women in bed with them. And, according to Marissa, her girlfriend has been wanting to experience what Marissa has told her about our high school get-togethers. That's how they got permission to come."

"So you agreed to let me be with other people, without even asking me?" I was getting mad. She was setting me up as her...her...SLUT! The word finally dawned on me. She was so furious at me when I referred to myself like that and now here she was treating me exactly like that.

She rushed to me leaning down and to grip my arms. I was trying to wiggle free. I was almost there, when she said, "Hailey, wait. Please. Please let me explain." I stilled and looked at her. "I don't want you with anyone else, I swear. And if you ultimately decide you don't want to be with Paige and Marissa with their significant others, that's fine. It's your choice. Their partners know this as well. It's not an obligation. It's an...opportunity." I was soothed down from my rage.

Kaitlin was trying to form the words to explain it all. I could see it. Finally, she said, "Each of my three friends are in different stages of love. And different kinds of love. Paige and James are happily married. Whatever happens here, she isn't leaving him. He gave her his blessing to come here for a fling. If you happen to go to bed with them in the future, it'll be his reward. If you don't, I am sure Paige will reward him in other ways, for his trust. Marissa and Olivia are a loving lesbian couple, from what I hear. According to Marissa, Olivia hasn't been out but a year or so. She's curious about adding more women to their bed, but not at the expense of losing Marissa. As for Naomi, she will sleep with anything she sets her eye on. Not interested in settling down, at least not yet."

"So there you have it. My three friends discovered what they wanted in high school with people who wouldn't judge or ridicule them. One is predominantly heterosexual, despite a few dalliances with women. One is strictly lesbian and happily monogamous. And the other is only interested in pleasure. I thought what better way to get you to figure out your own sexuality than the very friends who I discovered mine from and who discovered theirs from as well."

I sat there mouth opening and closing like so many salmon that swam the rivers in Washington. I was gawking. At a complete loss of thought and words. Like a shorted out computer, my brain was trying to reboot. Slowly, I regained my senses. So my sister was willing to sacrifice her love for me, so I could find love for myself. Even if it meant, it might not be her? What's that old adage? 'If you love it, let it go'? I couldn't finish the thought. How did it end? Just then I felt her warm embrace as she wrapped me in her arms. She whispered, "That way if you come back to me, I know it really is love." That was it! How did she know what I was thinking? I hugged her tighter.

I pulled away from her and looked in her eyes. Both of our faces were tear streaked. "This entire time. From the first night all the way to today. What was it? What did it all mean?"

She, wiping tears from her eyes, "Love. I never expected you to masturbate to my video. I never expected any of what happened, well not until after that night. Had you once, ever, told me to stop I would have. But you never did. So I decided to show you, not just all the ways sex could feel, but also to feel loved. But I can't show you any more. I wish I could. Oh, little sister, I wish I could. But I don't want a man. So I can't show you how...how to be with one to see if you do." We sat there clinging to one another, for how long I don't know.

We didn't break apart until we heard a knocking at the door. Glancing around, we noticed it was time for our guests to arrive. So we got up and answered the door. And all three of Kaitlin's friends were there. Almost as if they planned to show up right at the same time. We ushered the three women in. Our hair and faces were a mess. We hadn't yet gotten my mattress out in the living room, either. We had no snacks.

"So looks like we might have interrupted something," Naomi said, carrying bags from Buffalo Wild Wings.

Marissa, backhanding her shoulder, "Shh. Obviously it's not what you're thinking." Facing us, she asked, "Everything okay?"

I looked at my sister, who looked at me. I nodded. She replied, "Yeah. Just some sisterly talk about tonight."

Paige, setting down the pizza boxes onto an end table, came up to me and pulled me into a hug, "Sweetie, whatever you want to do is fine. If it's just movie night with the girls, a romp in the hay, whatever." She whispered in my ear, "I assume your sister told you about James. Let me ease your mind. He's a wonderful, gentle man. And if you aren't interested in having sex with the two of us, he understands. Okay?" I nodded.

Marissa was next to hug me, "Ever since I told my girlfriend about you and tonight. Well, she hasn't had her hands off me. She really wants to meet you, Hailey. I think you two would be great friends. I'd actually worry about you, more than anyone else, of being able to steal her away." She winked at me.

Naomi simply stated, "Girl, I already had you. So you don't want to put out tonight? Shit, I'll find somewhere else to party." I didn't believe a word she said. Maybe it was the shit eating grin she had plastered to her face. "Seriously, girl. You're one of us now. Whether you like it or not. We don't force anything. We don't stop, neither. Our only motto, I guess we'd call it, is we don't judge. But really, you gonna say no to this?" At that she put on her best runway pose. We all laughed. She got all that mushy feelings released and had me relaxing at what all of my life's opportunities could be.

Kaitlin, Paige and Marissa took the food to the kitchen. Naomi followed me to my room and helped grab the my mattress and carried it into the living room. The girls were in the living room, when my sister tugged on my arm. I noticed the three of them arranging the mattresses together and placing the curtain over them. Kaitlin led me to the rest room where she pampered me. She washed my face, fixed my hair (which was soon messy again, but it did look nice at one point today) and applied makeup. She then told me I had an outfit in her room to wear.

She followed me in to her room. I looked baffled when I saw it. It was red stain-y ribbon on a spool. "I wanted you to wear this on Christmas, but I never got a chance to get it on you so I could take it off. I thought this would be perfect, though, for tonight." It was thicker than normal ribbon. Almost like the ribbon on those big prop boxes at the mall Santa Claus displays. 

She started unfurling the ribbon. She started at the crack of my ass and worked it over my shoulder and covering a nipple. It then went between my legs and back over my other shoulder and covering that nipple. She cut it so she had enough to tie both ends right about my ass. She started another strip and wrapped it around my breasts,. The bow, this time was in the middle of both breasts. She then took something off her nightstand. Three mistletoe. One she taped over each covered nipple and the largest she taped to cover my pussy. She stood back to admire her gift wrapping skill. She had me stand there and pose for a couple of photos from her phone. I finally got a chance to see myself in her mirror and my pussy started to drip at the sight of me.

"They've all had time to change into whatever they plan to wear. So let me change and grab the toys. You wait here until you hear me introduce you, okay?" I nodded. She hurriedly slipped on the babydoll and panties she had on our first night and raced to my room to get the toys.

I heard a whooping from Naomi. She must have liked the assortment of toys. Marissa's voice was shrill and loud, "Oh my God! Have you been using all of those on her?"

My sister, excitedly, proclaimed, "YES! And my God she's already a pro with this!" I could only assume she meant the double-ended dildo. I was threatening to blush the same color as this ribbon, pretty soon.

I soon heard my sister bellow, "Ladies! And I use that term loosely for some of you. I would like to introduce the newest member to our little club. The one you've all been fantasizing about and only two have had. She oozes sex. The yummy! The scrumptious! The insatiable! HAILEY!" She had the girls cheering loudly and me absolutely red hot with embarrassment. That was until I walked into the room. Every eye was wide as saucers and their mouths hung open. Their look confirmed to me what Kaitlin had just said. To them, I was the embodiment of sex. She held my hand and led me to the mattresses. The girls were sitting on the couch. I was laid down on pillows facing them.

Marissa was wearing a cami and panties set in white. Her tits were small, like mine, but she was a few inches taller than me. Paige was wearing a teddy and garters in red with black lace. She was practically falling out of the cups. Naomi had on a sheer yellow lacy top and matching panties. As I was stretched out on the make shift bed. I looked at my sister, she was watching her friends. I told her, "Your friends don't find me sexy," I pouted, "Even after taping mistletoe for them to kiss me under." I looked over to them, "Don't you want to play? I got all dressed up. Just. For. You."

They were on me like a pack of hyenas. My ribbons were pushed aside to accommodate their mouths. Paige and Naomi each suckled a breast while Marissa was licking my pussy. In no time at all, I was thrashing. My sister was good, don't get me wrong, but there is no way she is talented enough to stimulate all threes of these erogenous zones simultaneously. The way Paige and Naomi had my arms pinned under them, I couldn't move. I did, however, find their pussies clad in their panties. I inched my arms as much as I could to get my arms to go down their bodies. I was determined to get to my goal before I came. Each struggle brought me closer. Until I felt the tops of their panties. My back arched as I felt two thumbs stroke either side of my clit. I paused my trek for a second to look down. Both Naomi and Paige had run their hands down my body and their thumbs started flicking my clit. First one thumb, would pull it towards the owner. The the other would do the same. They kept alternating between them. At the same time, Marissa started thrusting two fingers into me while licking me at a furious pace.

I arched my back, "MORE! OH. GOD. MOO-OOO-ORE!" I was being used like a...a...a fuck toy. They were going to wear me out. Let me rest. Then do it some more. All night if I let them. And I wanted it all. I finally pulled my mind to me and finish the quest I had abandoned. I slid my fingers into their panties. Realizing my goal wasn't to escape, Naomi and Paige readjust themselves so I could finger their cunts while I was being pleasured. I forgot all about my sister. That is until I felt her hands on my jaw and pulled me into a kiss. I moaned into her mouth. The sensations were too much. I was cumming hard. Soon I felt Marissa leave my sopping wet cunt and Paige slid off my fingers.

I had little time to recover when I felt Marissa impale her self on my fingers. I looked over and she had taken the liberty to disrobe. I smiled as I saw her. "So, my twin, I never got to fantasize about you. They all insisted that I pretend to be you that I never got to. Now, though, I can pretend to be your twin." I shuddered. "Oooh. You like that? Thought you might, my little sisterfucker." She kissed me as she pinched my nipple and humped her sex on my fingers. Paige started eating my pussy then. I felt Naomi leave my hand and turn my face towards her.




My Awakening Ch. 03



"Y'know. I think you still owe me for the other week. What d'ya say? Mind if I ride that tongue of yours?" I quickly nodded and she mounted my mouth facing my pussy. My hand was then replaced by my sister's pussy. She leaned down and sucked my nipples. If I could have seen the action, I probably wouldn't even see my body under all this girl flesh. The two vixens on my arms kept me pinned. The seductress between my legs had her arms wrapped around me so my legs couldn't move and the harlot riding my tongue meant I was at the mercy of these four women. And I loved every minute of it. I wasn't allowed up until all four women had eaten me out and, besides my sister, ridden my tongue. In the midst of the musical chairs they played on me, where the odd one out with a chair was between my legs, each of them took off their lingerie.

I was laying down resting and panting. The ribbons were strewn about my body. When the four of them saw I was the only one with clothes on, at least I had the most covering me, the stalked after me and started unwrapping the gift that lay before them. I had no energy to get up. So the four went and heated the pizza and wings. My sister brought over a spare plate for me while Naomi brought me a drink. I still lay there. So, out of my line of sight, one of them did something and they all laughed. I saw a wing descend to my mouth and was fed. I scooted up so I wasn't lying down, but rather propping myself up. I thought vaguely, how I imagined Cleopatra would have lounged in her day. Except, her servants wouldn't have fed her in such a sloppy way. I soon had buffalo sauce dripping on my tits.

I was served this way the entire time; I had pizza, ranch dipped celery and wild wings fed to me, as evidenced by the spots of foods covering my body. One person was lifting a glass with some kind of liquid to my lips, but missed the mark. I got some of, what tasted like, wine in my mouth but the rest dripped down my chin. This exchange spurred on the next round. Naomi, the spiller of wine, was on me in a flash licking up the trail of wine. My sister had exited the room holding the plates and glasses of discarded food and wine. I was being licked and suckled and tickled. I was squirming around when I heard my sister announce. "As great as dinner was, my treat, to all of you for this wonderful meal. Is desert!" She said that last while brandishing the Cool-Whip and fruit. Soon I was smothered in ice cream, various fruits, Cool-Whip and an extra long banana, which was being eaten right out of my pussy by Naomi. Every time she went to get more in her mouth, a little more slipped in me. No one was covering my mouth. They all were licking up the desert that I was wearing. So I was moaning at the top of my lungs. I don't recall what was said, I just remember I was hoarse the next day.

When the majority of the mess was licked off of me. I felt Paige plop down next to me wearing the strap-on. "Come on, let me fuck you like my husband would want to." I rolled over and straddled her tummy. I felt her push me down closer to the dildo. Someone's hands were guiding it into my waiting pussy. When I bottomed out, I started rocking on top of her. I then felt something else pushing into my ass. I tried to look back but my head was held in place. "Trust us. It'll feel soooo good. But looking at it won't help." I nodded as what Paige said was likely true. My sister showed me a mirror and I saw it. Marissa had the double-ended dildo in her pussy on her back as she had impaled my ass on the other end. She started moving and thrusting it in me. Just as my sister was putting the mirror away, I saw Naomi sit on Marissa's face. This made the thrusting stop until Naomi, facing the action, took up the thrusting of it with her hands. I was so full not a sound would escape me.

I saw my sister sit on Paige's face with a wicked smile. In her hand was the controller of the egg. But who had it? She pushed a button and Paige jerked into my cunt. My eyes got big, both at the sudden lurch into me and because Paige had the egg! My sister leaned in and kissed me. She then said, "For you." And handed me the remote. I tried it myself and another lurch. Oh this will be fun. I can dictate how much pleasure both of us feel. I pressed the remote for a continual vibration and she started moaning into my sister's cunt. My sister was crying out her orgasm in no time. All the while, Paige kept shuddering into me which would bury my ass on to the dildo shoving it into Marissa who screamed into Naomi who was matching my sister to see who could cum the loudest. In my hand, was the key for all our orgasms. I wanted to back it down, but I inadvertently increased the magnitude. The chain reaction it caused made me loose my grip on it and we were on a runaway train straight over the edge of our impending orgasm. We were bucking so hard and so completely intertwined we were crashing into another orgasm before the first wave subsided. The only survivors were Naomi and Kaitlin, only because they fell away from the mouths on the pussies. Only then did I feel the torrent fade. My sister had the infernal device in her hand, but with one wicked smile. She hit the button one last time. Just to see her marionette's jump. 

We rested for what seemed like hours, but we soon saw that the ball had yet to drop. We had 12 minutes before New Year's. So my sister decided we should daisy chain until the ball drop. Her friends felt this was a great way to kick off New Year's. She left the room to bring in the champagne and bucket of ice. There really was no rhyme or reason on how we ended up. Marissa was face first in Kaitlin. Kaitlin had Paige's pussy. Leaving me and Naomi to decide where to go. Naomi chose Paige's mouth, "I want that sweet pussy in my mouth to ring in New Year!" So I got between Naomi and Marissa. 

My sister then lifted her head and said, "Remember the ball drops we all cum. Not before." We started licking the pussy in front of us. As we heard the count down on TV, we hurried our efforts. By the time we were on "2", I was feeling Marissa's pussy squeezing my tongue. My pussy was delivering my juice to Naomi's eager mouth. When "Auld Lang Syne" began playing, we were on our backs panting.

My sister got up and opened the champagne bottle. "Ok girls. Scooch together." She poured it all over us. Then the remainder went on her. We had our mouths on any available skin drinking the champagne from our bodies. We began to wear out and just lay down where we were.

It was morning before any of us moved. Kaitlin was first, then me. I had a difficult time extricating myself from the limbs, but I managed to do so without disturbing anyone. I found Kaitlin at the kitchen counter drinking some coffee, naked from the night before. She had that distant look in her eyes.

"Anything wrong?"

She shook her head. "No. Not today. Last night, I don't know. Just felt right somehow." I looked at her curiously.

"How so?"

She smiled at me, warmly. "Like, if I don't have another chance with you. I could live with that. After last night, that is. It was like that with graduation. Like saying goodbye to something that meant so much to me." She glanced over at the huddle of her friends.

"Marissa?" She nodded.

"I didn't know my feelings for her then. When I did, it was too late. She moved on. She loves someone else. And I am happy for her."

"Who said anything about ending, though? We're still sisters."

She leaned on my shoulder. "Yes. We will always be sisters. But like I said, and I am serious about this, find what it is you want. And don't let anyone convince you of it."

I thought about it. Eventually, I learned exactly what I wanted. But for now, my adventure started one night at home with a borrowed laptop of my sister's and a curiosity of a certain video. Had I not pushed play, where would I be now? Certainly not as happy as I am now. No, like Robert Frost wrote, "I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

I kissed my sister on the lips, if this was to be the last time for this, I wanted her to know something, too. "I love you, Kaitlin. With all my heart. I don't know if it'll be the love you have for me or not. But I know this, a wise woman once told me, 'someone will show you how special you really are. And they will treat you like I know you deserve to be.'" She brought her lips to mine and for the last time during her trip, we kissed. Not as sisters, but as lovers.

This is the final chapter of this portion of the series. Hailey's sexual awakenings will continue while her sister is off at California. My next portion, My Awakening: Spring Break, will delve into different categories as Hailey experiments with Kaitlin's friends. This does not mean Hailey and Kaitlin's story is ending, as I intend to write more about them. Thank you for your votes and comments.



My Awakening Ch. 04



Hi! It's me, Chelle. I'm feeling so horny again, I thought I'd tell you another of my true adventures while I sit here all by myself and wait for my boyfriend.

After getting so sexually aroused in the park (Chapter 03) we decided to head to a nearby pub for some refreshment, so I could recharge my batteries a bit! The evening was drawing in but the heat of the day was still lingering, turning into one of those lovely times where eating outside is just beautiful. 

'I've brought you a change of clothes' said my b/f as we reached our car. 

I opened the bag he presented me with and there was the most fabulous little dress. It was knitted from very fine white clingy jersey material, had a rather plunging neckline and little tab buttons all down the front. I dived into the back of the car to do a quick change act then emerged to stand beside the open door to give him a whirl. His grin told me everything I needed to know! 

With my hands at my sides, my finger tips could quite easily touch my bare thighs but the most amazing thing about it was the way the material turned into open crochet work just below my boobs, extending half way down my hips before it became solid again, barely covering my bum and pussy. It was wicked and just suited my desire to show off some more. Plus it accentuated my tan!

On the drive to the pub I found myself stroking my nipples through the thin top and could see two stalky swollen teats straining to burst out. The thought of going into a public bar with just this on had turned my pussy to goo again. As we walked to the main entrance from the car, I could see my b/f was looking at my cleavage. 

'I can just see the darker outline of your nipples – God you look sexy' I felt so proud as he put his arm right round me and cupped my breast as we strolled slowly to the door.

The neckline was rather loose and the side his hand was on started to slip off my shoulder. It made me feel so wicked, especially as his fingers found their way through the crochet and tickled the underside of my breast. The thought of going brazenly inside the way I was dressed made me go all wobbly round the knees. I was torn between wanting to and being a bit shy. He kissed me then told me how proud he was of me and that made me glow with pleasure and confidence.

We went and stood by the bar while we waited to be served. I perched against, rather than on, a bar stool, sideways on to the counter, and shifted my stance so my legs were slightly apart as I slowly surveyed the room. I was miles away when I felt his hand press on my thigh. 'Are you going to tell me whether you want some ice, or not?' he smiled. I tried to concentrate as I felt his fingers exploring between the buttons right at the tops of my thighs which were only partly hidden below the level of the counter top. His finger tips brushed across my pantyless mound and I jumped and moaned 'Ooh Yes' 'She'd like plenty of ice then please' he said to the barman, raking his fingernails right across my love lips and generating intense ripples of lust 

As the bartender turned to add the ice to my spritzer I leant forward and whispered in my b/f's ear that if he didn't stop doing that to me I would be in danger of coming right there. 'Come on then, drinks and food first and then I'll see what I can do.' With that promise I didn't hesitate any longer, taking his arm and propelling him towards the rear garden as he told the waitress where we'd be.

I flushed with pleasure as my b/f said 'every single man in that bar has had his eyes riveted on you right from the moment you walked in – you look absolutely stunning' I wiggled my bum provocatively as we retreated. There were one or two couples outside as well, but thankfully no kids. I chose a spot facing out from quite a gloomy corner. He came and sat down half turned towards me. The first drink slipped down like nectar and while he went off to buy another one I started musing about the way I'd get him to kneel astride me with his great big cock throbbing over me as I played with it until it spurted out of control all over my boobies and face.

I must admit that I then did something very naughty. With my legs crossed I repeatedly clenched and relaxed my thighs and even before he'd returned I'd started to get lovely little orgasms chasing through me as I squeezed my swollen clitty and gazed round 'innocently' at the other people sitting there.

'The food'll be here soon' he announced as he sat down. He looked at me quizzically and asked if I was getting too cold. I shook my head, grinning and whispered that I was becoming extremely aroused and the goose pimples were simply a reaction to the thought of me touching him intimately whilst stimulating myself in all the new ways he'd taught me. 'Tell me what to do now' I pleaded as I want to show off to you.

I leant towards him, stroking the stem of my wine glass like a big phallus and kissed him playfully on the cheek. 'Gosh, your cleavage looks inviting.' Thinking he deserved a treat, I undid some more of the top buttons on the dress so it was open, level with the bottom of my boobs. As I did this, the food arrived and the sassy young girl who'd brought it over to us got an eyeful too, which seemed to lock her gaze on me. I smiled at her and let my fingertips trace idly down the soft skin of my neck and lightly across the rising mounds of tender flesh below. I felt them swell as my breathing quickened.

Then I felt his hand rest gently on my thigh. I uncrossed my legs as he began to stroke languidly up and down the inside of them, playing with my dress hem. I'm certain the waitress saw this as she seemed to take ages longer than necessary, fussing over the arrangement of our plates and cutlery. I felt so brazen and just couldn't keep my thighs together. The soft caress of my dress started to feel too tight and I only just resisted an urge to step right out of it as she went inside with a backward, conspiratorial smile at me. Her eyes seemed to have been hungering for me and I rather liked the idea.

There was now only one other couple left on the far side of the garden and my b/f suggested we might leave when we'd finished eating. 'Please can we stay here for a bit like this?' I begged because it was all so new and exciting me so much. I persuaded him to buy me another drink even though I was feeling rather heady already. As he was away at the bar, I surreptitiously undid another button and pushed the neckline of my dress to the edges of my shoulders. 

I was feeling so daring until the girl came back to clear the dishes, but I needn't have worried as she gave me a friendly hello, asked if we'd enjoyed the food and mentioned that she had not been doing the job for long. I could sense she was staring at me and it really turned me on. I'm sure she was engaging me in conversation just so she could linger a bit more. She kept brushing against me as she tidied up and complemented me on my tan. When she withdrew it was with a very knowing wink as more drinks appeared and I sat back in my chair and eased the hem of my skirt up as far as I dared.

The last couple got up to leave as he put the drinks down and I brushed my fingers over his flies. I don't think I'd ever felt such a rock hard lump. 'I hope that's not painful' I giggled. 'No, but it does need to be soothed with a bit of licking and sucking quite soon' he replied, sending more shivers all over me. I desperately wanted someone or something to touch my pussy. I parted my legs even wider as the ache got almost unbearable. The effect of the drink was making me feel so reckless.

The dress finally started to slip down one shoulder as I wriggled and I felt another little gush of pleasure ripple through me. I so wanted to please him. He sat down and his hand found my thigh again. 'Oh yes!' I gasped as I leant right back and let my pelvis thrust imperceptibly up and down while his fingers began to brush occasionally against my neatly trimmed bush, 'please tell me what you want to do to me, I'll be ever so good and do anything, yes anything you want. Tell me.' 

As I sipped my drink, I looked at him over the top of my glass while my free hand started to wander into the open neck of my dress. He just sat staring at me so I dipped a finger into the drink and traced a line with the cool liquid into my cleavage. 'Do you like me doing this? Would you like me to explore a bit further? Oh! My nipples are soooo stalky' I gasped. 'Will you suck them and lick them and nibble them for me?'

Right on cue his finger gave my clitty an electric shock and I nearly spilt my drink. Undoing a couple of buttons at the bottom of my dress I splayed my legs wide open so I could see my pussy with his fingers teasing my love lips apart. 'Put them in me and wank me' I begged, grabbing his wrist and pulling it towards me. I let the top slip down until my boobies popped right out and started to fondle both of them, squeezing, pulling and tugging as he gently masturbated me in the way he knows drives me nuts.

This could go on forever I thought and I had a massive climax. My juices made slurping sounds round his fingers. It was a good job there was still quite a lot of noise from inside the bar. I had to admit that the chance of someone catching us had made it even more exciting than I would ever have imagined.

After a bit he sat back, placing my hands on my swollen pussy. 'Now, you've got to do just what I tell you' he said. 'Oh yesss please' I murmured, thinking he was going to let me play with myself now we'd got the garden to ourselves, but he did something that makes me instantly wet every time I recall it.

'Take your drink and go over to where that other couple were sitting just now. No, don't do the buttons up on your dress – just sit there anyhow you like – but you've got to tempt me to want to come over to you'. I walked tentatively across wondering what I could do. I felt so exposed. The noise from the bar was much closer and louder here. I thought I saw someone who looked like the waitress, peeping at me from behind a door but I couldn't be sure.

Instead of sitting down, I perched on the edge of the table. I'd pulled the dress onto my shoulders again but hadn't done any of the buttons up so only two of them saved me from being totally naked. I gave my b/f a little wave and dipped one finger into my wine and licked it off. My hips swayed slowly to and fro as I repeated the sucking several times more. Then I leant back putting both hands behind me on the table and thrust my chest out so I nearly burst free. I started rocking my shoulders too as I put one foot on a chair and drew my knee aside. With so many undone buttons and the way my dress was now gaping open I could feel the cool air tickle all the little drops of moisture clinging like dew to my labia.

My clitty was burning and throbbing beyond belief so I dipped my fingers in the drink again and very slowly ran them up the length of my slit mingling the alcohol with my own juices which were now leaking freely. I savoured the flavour on my fingers. The taste and smell of my aroma and the wine was divine

I started to undo the last two buttons as I caressed and fondled myself all over. As I got to the last button I saw him begin to move. He got half way to me as I let the dress fall right open in blatant invitation. Then I gasped as I saw what he'd done. He'd opened his flies and there, pointing up at the stars and inches from me, was what I'd been wanting so much.

Slowly, with his back to the pub door he walked the rest of the way over and the end of his erection bumped into my clitty. 'Oh God', I gurgled, as I threw my head back and the dress slipped right down my arms to me elbows. I leant back as he allowed just the great purple head enter me. He stopped moving and I could feel my cunt trying to swallow him as he placed a hand on each breast and squeezed my nipples and tugged at them.

I tried thrusting my hips forward but he just moved with me, making me whimper with frustration. My vagina started to contract with the onset of a fresh massive climax as he sunk in another inch and I thought, heavens there's still six more inches to go. I gripped him with my cunt, (I love these dirty words especially when he says things like – 'grab my cock tight in your pussy til you squeeze it dry') as my juices flooded out and one of his thumbs began to play hard with my clit. Just as I started to orgasm again for the umpteenth time he withdrew and spurted great gobs of hot sticky cum all up my front; masses of it all trickling down me mixing with my perspiration.

Then he did my dress up leaving several buttons undone top and bottom and before I could hardly stand up straight moved off to leave. I staggered up to him and said I must just go to the loo first. 'Well I'll see you outside then by the car'. I felt so wicked and wondered if any one would notice his spunk through the crochet – I could still feel it.

As I emerged from the loo the waitress was standing outside in the corridor. 'Bye', I said, 'thanks for the food'. She hesitated, then obviously fighting to make a decision, held out a piece of paper. 'It's my phone number – I couldn't help seeing what you were up to – I didn't mean to look but when I came to ask if you needed anything else I just...I just...well it was so sexy I couldn't interrupt, but I wanted to come much closer. Please would you tell me if you're ever coming here again – watching you was so exciting' And with that, she put her hands on my shoulders, drew me to her and gave me a quick kiss on each cheek before saying 'thanks- you are really gorgeous and your partner's a bit wicked too'.

How much had she seen? I was totally non-plussed for a moment but I took the piece of paper and tucked it safely away. As I walked through the bar I could sense the spunk oozing down my belly and I felt as if my face was bright scarlet. It took all my willpower not to run.

By the time I'd found him by the car, I'd decided not to say anything about the phone number. That little secret was making me all warm and tingly inside but I filed it away until I'd decided what to do about it.. As I hugged him he asked me whether I'd enjoyed the pub and I just collapsed against him letting out a loud 'mmmmmmm'.

I had to admit that being quite so uninhibited in public was a side to my character that I just didn't know was so strong, or there even until he'd shown it to me. My horizons were expanding by leaps and bounds and I was loving it.

On the way home he started telling me how he'd like me to try something new like doing a strip show for some of his friends that didn't know me. He said he could try to arrange a photo session where they got me to play with myself in front of their cameras. I was curious how far he'd want me to go and began to fantasise about how I would do it.

'They'd have to be people I didn't know and you'd have to pretend I was a model you'd hired'. The more I thought, the more the idea appealed to me.

'We'd get you to arouse your nipples as you revealed them slowly to all the probing lenses' he said and I started to imitate what he was saying. 'I don't think it would be long before your clothes were slipping down your arms' he continued. 'Now you'd be exploring more of your body – walking very slowly up and down in front of all the clicking cameras'. 

'I think I might find the idea quite arousing' I confessed getting into the spirit of it more fully. 'I think if I did a strip I'd really love it if the audience was allowed to help take my clothes off.' I paused, breathing harder. 'Do you think they would touch me as I paraded in front of them?' 

'Yes, I'm sure there would be no objections' he chuckled.

'In fact' I ventured a bit hesitantly, 'do you think anyone would mind if I brought my dildo and let them rub it up and down my thighs and between my legs?'

'How do you mean?' His breathing was now definitely getting more ragged too.

'Like this' I gestured as I stuck two fingers out and demonstrated stretching one leg onto his lap and the other up on the dashboard. 'Right up here on the inside and all over my wet mound, stroking me up and down my slit' I stuttered, my breath coming in gasps. 'So every now and then it slithered backwards and forwards over my clit'. I groaned loudly as my imagination ran riot.

'Perhaps it would slip inside by accident, if you were very wet' he prompted.

'Ooooaaah, that would have to be only an accident.' My fingers were now the errant dildo in my mind. 'How would I stop I – I – I –don't think I could – do you think it would matter if I really came in front of them?'

'Why should it' he said, 'you'd just be following the rhythm of their lead and let it happen'.

'I think I'd have to say something'

'What?'

'Well shouldn't I ask them if I could help them?'

'What on earth do you mean?'

'Well I could ask if they would get better shots if I held myself open and if they would like to put it in me. Perhaps if you didn't mind I could ask them to touch my clitty to make sure it was sticking up enough and all wet so that they could get the best photos'

I was really getting into this. 'Perhaps I'd like to suck the dildo, taking it in and out of me, tasting my juices on it while they used their fingers in turn on me.' I now had three fingers deep inside me. 'Please stop the car you sexy man so I can imagine all those hunks while you wank me. I need to come again'. I put his hand on my slit as we came to rest and several of his fingers squelched straight in. I couldn't stop myself thrusting violently up and down as I came and came and came. I nearly fainted with joy and when my senses partly returned I realised that we'd stopped in our own front drive.