7 comments/ 50641 views/ 47 favorites My Perfect Little Sister By: ScattySue Welcome to my latest story and my first tale in the Incest/Taboo Category which I hope you will enjoy. Feedback is, as ever, very welcome as are ratings: knowing that one's stories are appreciated is a tremendous encouragement to keep writing. My heartfelt thanks to my stalwart, generous, supportive and brilliant editor, Winterreisser. Thanks also to my favourite test reader and friend, Kat. Just for the avoidance of ambiguity (especially for those less familiar with the UK education system) all the characters in the story are 18 or over. ================================================== "It's so unfair," I complain as I flop down on my sister's bed following her surprise announcement of her lesbianism just as Sunday lunch was finishing. "What?" she asks incredulously as she sits in the chair by her desk, smoothing her skirt as she does so. "What's so unfair about my being gay, Cathy?" This is, of course, a ridiculous question, though Fee won't realize this. "I didn't say you being gay was unfair," I struggle to keep the bitterness out of my voice, "but, of course, when Little Miss Perfect, Felicity the Favourite, tells Mum and Dad that she's a raving dyke then they're all wonderfully accepting and 'Oh, we're so pleased that you could come out to us and be who you are.' It's not fair, Fee." "Would you rather they disowned me?" she asks, clearly upset by my anger. "Perhaps they should have called me a sicko, a pervert and thrown me out. Would that have made you happy?" "No!" I protest. "Then what's your problem, Cathy?" "It's not you, it's them, fucking Mum and Dad. I'm so fed up with always having to fight for everything and them always being dissatisfied with me." "What do you mean, 'fight for everything'?" she asks and I realize that her being four years younger than me means she's not understood or noticed how our parents treat us so differently. "Look, when I came to choose my subjects for GCSEs, they wanted to tell me what I should take. They succeeded, mostly, but I made a stand and insisted on taking Art, which they said was a waste of time, instead of German, which I hated and was complete crap at but that was, according to them, much more 'useful' for my future." "But, Cathy, you're, like, amazing at drawing and painting and stuff. Surely they could see that?" "I don't know if they could see it or not; it didn't matter. Art for them was simply a waste of time. It was only with the help of the teacher at school that I got to take it." "What, did your Art teacher talk them round?" Fee asks, intrigued and I cannot help a wry laugh. "Nope; the German teacher: he said I was too shit at the subject to be allowed to take it! I got to take art but, of course, it was only because I was a failure at German." I shake my head. "Naturally, there was much the same battle when it came to A Levels; Art was again a no-no, but this time I didn't need them to fill in the form so in theory I could pick whatever I wanted, as you did. In the end, I had to compromise just to, well, just to not have them push me into going out to work, or so it felt at the time. Psychology was okay and they didn't mind that, but Philosophy was a waste of time so I ended up with Economics and History just so I could again keep Art." "That's not fair. They just let me choose... oh yeah, that was your point wasn't it." She looks sad for me. "At least you could do the degree you wanted," Fee tries to sound positive. "Yeah, sort of... and only once I persuaded them that I ought to be allowed to do a degree at all. You should be glad you were at your friend's house the afternoon of that argument; Mum and I were both in tears by the end of it." "But how, I mean, Mum and Dad have always said they want us to go to University and, well, that the Graphic Design degree was the course you really wanted to do..." Fee protests, though with less conviction. "Yes, well, that's another sore point. I did choose Graphic Design and, yeah, okay, it wasn't a bad course and I like the job I have now but... well, it was the only art course that I could find that seemed to link to a job afterwards. That was the condition, you see: the course had to be practical or vocational... not like you." "Well, International Relations is... quite... yeah, okay, it's not the same." She hesitates. "I'm sorry Mum and Dad have such a downer on you, it's not fair. I think you're pretty amazing, for a big sister, anyway," she smiles. "Thanks, you're not so bad yourself... for a little sister!" I smile back. We haven't always been such good friends, due to our age difference mainly I guess, but over the last few years we have grown closer. Despite that, her coming out as lesbian this afternoon had come as a shock; she had never mentioned anything like this to me. She'd also had what I'd assumed were boyfriends in the past. It was frustrating but clearly my gaydar didn't work, at least not with Fee; perhaps my feelings towards her got in the way. She looks at me with an expression of confusion on her face. "Cathy, look, I really am upset with the parents for how they've treated you but there's just one thing: what the fuck do any of your problems with Mum and Dad have to do with me coming out to them? " she asks a little anxiously, "Are... are you okay with me being gay? You are, aren't you? Please say you are. I know I should have told you before telling Mum and Dad but if, like, you'd disapproved then I couldn't have gone through with telling them." There is now desperation in her voice so I smile reassuringly. "Fee, I'm absolutely fine with you being gay, really I am, though it was a surprise. It's just..." I take a deep breath. "Fee, you know where I live in Portsmouth, the flat that I share..." "Yes, with your flatmate, Helena. She's nice," Fee replies, obviously remembering the couple of times she's come down and visited. "Fee, Helena wasn't my flatmate..." I look down, suddenly nervous. "What? Cath, I know she lives with you so what are you talking about?" "Jeez, Fee, make me paint you a picture, why not?" I say in exasperation. "Yes, of course Helena lived there but she wasn't just my flatmate..." I look at her, willing her to understand. She looks confused for a moment, before understanding dawns. "She was your... girlfriend?" I nod and a grin spreads across her face as she moves from her chair to sit on the bed beside where I lie. I wriggle aside to make room for her. "So you're lesbian too; my big sis is a dyke like me. That's so cool!" "Excuse me?" I poke her in the ribs, "She, Helena, and I were together for eighteen months and I've known I was gay since I was I was younger than you are now; I think, therefore, that my cute little sister is a dyke like me! My problem now is that you've told Mum and Dad you're a lesbian, right? So if I tell them now that I am, what are they going to think? That I'm copying you, probably, because they were so okay with it." "More than okay," Fee admits, "it's almost as if they were pleased about it." "Well, they were probably so concerned to be not the least bit negative that they overdid it a bit. You can bet I won't get the same reaction; they'll think I'm just looking for their approval by being like you." "No they couldn't: you knew you were gay before me and you've got a girlfriend." She sees me shake my head sadly and, I assume, the look on my face as my throat constricts with grief. "Oh... so... is Helena not your girlfriend anymore?" she asks. "No, she's not," there is a catch in my voice, "she, she left me for someone else three weeks ago." Fee lies down and puts her arms around me. "Cathy, I'm so sorry, she was lovely. Pretty too... um sorry, that's not helping is it?" she apologises as she sees the tears welling in my eyes. She pulls me in and hugs me; I resist briefly before relaxing into her arms as, finally, I cry for the pain of losing my girlfriend, my lover. I feel Fee stroking my hair, "There, there, Cathy," she says softly before holding me as tears fall from my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were a lesbian, Cath?" she asks eventually. "Honestly? Like you were with me, I didn't know how you'd take it and so I was too scared to come out and just say it. That's why I invited you to come and stay, hoping you'd ask an awkward question and I could confess to you." "That was your master plan for coming out?" Fee asks incredulously. "But, like, you had your own room and everything; how was I meant to suspect that you and Helena were, like, having it off together?" Despite the tears I smile at the term 'having it off', remembering being at school, too shy to say 'fucking' or even simply 'having sex'. "It had been the spare room since Helena and I became a couple," I tell her, turning my head to look at her. "I thought you might notice how bare the room was with no pictures or knickknacks or stuff." She looks at me with a frown. "Sorry, have I upset you?" I ask, desperate for her kindness and friendship right now. "Well apart from it being annoying that you deliberately pretended that there was nothing between you and Helena and then expected me to be Miss fucking Marple or Jessica bloody Fletcher and work out you were a couple, there are also several uncomfortable nights on that bloody sofa of yours when I could have been in your comfy bed if you'd damn well been in bed with Helena, where you belonged! Oh, newsflash: that would also have given me a decent hint that you were gay!" she smiles. "What did Helena think about you pretending that there was nothing between the two of you?" "It, er, pissed her off... quite a lot, actually. Fee, I've really struggled with admitting my sexuality to people and I think that's what finally pushed her to leave; she thought I was ashamed of her." I feel Fee stroking my hair again. "I should have told you of all people, trusted that you'd not reject me." "Cath, I'd never do that... I love you too much to hurt you." I look into her pale blue eyes, take in her cute round nose, high cheeks and full, sensual-looking mouth all framed in her wavy, red-blonde hair; so different from my dark hair and deep brown eyes that I get from Dad. I feel butterflies in my stomach, hoping she won't realize how much Helena looked like her and why that mattered... "We're heading off now," Mum's voice calls up from downstairs. "We'll be back this evening." "Bye Mum, Bye Dad," we both call. "Where are they off to?" I ask. "Didn't you know? They've taken up golf together. I think they have a lesson followed by a game each Sunday afternoon." "I thought it was called a round of golf, not a game," I tell her and laugh at her shrug of indifference as we hear the front door slam. "So, little sis: who's the lucky girl who's got you as a girlfriend?" I ask. "Um, well there isn't one, not at the moment. I mean I've kissed a few and, well, you know that Spanish exchange student we had staying, Laura?" "Yes, and you were staying with her in return last month if I recall. Did something happened between the two of you?" "Yeah, the first night I was there she came into my bed in the middle of the night. She said she'd seen the way I looked at her, which was fair enough: I'd been eyeing her up since the moment we met she was so gorgeous. She said she wanted, you know, to see what being with a girl was like so it was a first time for both of us." The image of Fee in bed with another girl is, I have to admit, turning me on. "And how was it?" I ask, trying for big-sisterly interest rather than voyeuristic fascination. "Like you don't know what it's like!" "I meant did you enjoy... what you did with Laura?" "Duh! I've just come out to you as gay: what do you think? Or are you looking for the salacious details about how we started kissing before our hands began to wander? About my sucking her tits and Laura sucking mine..." a mischievous grin appears on her lips as if she can tell the effect her words are having on me, "about my fingers inside her, feeling her cum as I held her? Is that what you wanted?" "Um, more information than I needed. It's probably not right, me hearing details of your sexual activities," I tell her as I shift uncomfortably, the dampness in my panties now noticeable. "I really just wanted to know if it had been as good as you'd hoped." "She came to me every night I was there. Oh shit Cathy, it was wonderful. Except that on the last night she told me that it was over and that I wasn't to try and keep in touch. She wouldn't say why or anything, just that it was over. She said she was ill the next morning so she didn't even come to see me off." "What a bitch; I'd never leave a girlfriend or lover like that." "That's because you're a wonderful, caring person. I was devastated; I thought she was beautiful and that she loved me..." she sighs. "Still, the one good thing is that it left me in no doubt about being a lesbian." She falls silent and we lay cuddled together. I've been very aware of my little sister physically for several years as she's turned from adolescent girl to woman, and a beautiful woman at that. If I'm honest, I've had a crush on her for ages; maybe more than just a crush. "Um," Fee looks bashful. "Cathy, did you ever notice anything about Laura?" "I never met her did I, so what do you mean?" "Oh, no you didn't did you..." she takes her arms from around me and gets up, going over to her desk to pick up her tablet computer. She fiddles with it before holding it out to me. On it is a photo, obviously a selfie, of Fee and another girl, Laura I assume. Laura with dark, straight hair just a little longer than mine, deep, brown eyes but, most of all, a slight gap in her front teeth, like the one Fee teases me about in mine... fuck. "Um well, she is pretty and, well..." I can't bring myself to say it. "Does she, er, remind you of anyone?" "Well, maybe... Should I be worried that your first lover looked a little bit like me?" I try to joke but Fee doesn't even smile. "I don't know... should I be worried that Helena looked somewhat like me? Or perhaps that was just chance..." "And if it wasn't?" I whisper, my heart pounding. "Then it might just mean that you find you sister attractive... very attractive." Fee is standing close as I look up at her. "And that you find me..." "Beautiful... sexy, even," I suggest as I sit up. "Oh yes, very sexy..." She bends towards my upturned face. "The word 'hot' might be better still..." I reach up and cup her cheek in my hand. "Fee, can I kiss you?" I ask, my voice trembling. "I'm going to be bloody disappointed if you don't," she smiles as our lips touch. This feels slightly surreal, as if I'm suddenly inside a fantasy. And this is a fantasy of mine, one that has attracted and scared me in equal measure. Oh, how I've longed to kiss you, Fee, but what kind of girl lusts for the kiss her own sister? And not just a kiss... I hesitate as our lips rest together and she does too, a timeless moment of indecision on the cusp of something momentous. My thumb brushes her cheek softly and she gives a slight but appreciative sigh. That is enough to tip me over the edge and I press my mouth to hers. Fee presses forward too as our lips part and mouths mash, hungry to taste and share. The pressure topples me back onto the bed and she lands gently on top of me. Our legs interlace as I savour the feel of her body pressing down on me. I run my tongue across her lip and her response is instantaneous, our tongues meeting and entwining. Her thigh is warm and firm as it presses between my legs, against my vulva. I cannot resist arching my back slightly to press my pussy against her as my right hand drops to cup her boob. "Mmm Cath that feels good," Fee breaks the kiss to tell me. "I've wanted to do this with you for so long." "How long?" I ask as my left hand begins caressing and squeezing her other boob. "Summer three years ago. Oh that's nice, Cath. You were back from uni and I heard you masturbating one morning as I passed your bedroom door and I stopped and listened. I was already wondering about, you know, my sexuality and stuff, what it would be like going with a girl, all that stuff and hearing you, like, really turned me on. I went back to my bed to do the same as you and all the time I kept thinking about what I would have seen if I'd opened the door and walked into your room..." "I could show you, if you'd like," I whisper. "Oh Cath, I'd more than like that. Can I... can I undress you?" "That would be so hot. Here, let me stand." I rise from the bed and Fee stands too. We wrap our arms around each other and embrace, kissing deeply as I notice once again that little sis is actually taller than me now. I feel her hands glide down across my back. "Oh, I love the feel of this shirt on you," she tells me before lifting the hem of my silver-grey silk tee shirt, "but I think I'd like it even better off!" she grins. I raise my hands as she slips the shirt smoothly up over my head before casting it onto the floor. Immediately she reaches around and unhooks my bra before running her hands up my back and across my shoulders to slide the bra straps down my arms. I let the bra fall to the floor as Fee takes half a step back to look at me and I try to relax under her gaze, unexpectedly nervous of what she thinks of my body. "Mmm I wish my boobs were more like yours, lovely and round and full and, wow, your nipples are so big and hard," she says in awe as her fingers reach out to touch. "That's because you've been getting me a horny as hell since you started talking about what you and Laura got up to. You got horny thinking of me frigging myself so imagine what the image of you in bed with a girl did to me!" "Well, I think I should find out, don't you?" she says and reaches out to pop open the button of my jeans before sliding the zip down. She squats as my jeans are tugged down but I have to rest my hand on her head to pull my feet from each leg in turn after which the jeans are unceremoniously cast aside. Fee's eyes are glued to my mid-blue panties or, more accurately, to the deeper blue of the damp fabric pressed against my gently oozing pussy. Finally she looks up, her gleaming eyes mirroring the joyfulness of her smile. "My big sister really does have the hots for me!" she says happily. "And I wonder what tale your panties would tell?" I ask. "I think we should find out, don't you?" I reach down and pull her to her feet then immediately begin unbuttoning the mauve cotton blouse she is wearing. Unbuttoned, I push it open and off her shoulders as she lowers her arms behind her to allow the blouse to flutter to the floor. Even before the garment has settled her delicate demi-cup bra is undone and I pull it down. "Oh, Fee, your tits are so cute... no, more than cute: they're perfect," I tell her as my eyes gaze on the firm, petite mounds, each hemisphere firm, supporting the hard, rose pink nubbins of her nipples. My mind is full of thoughts of what those nipples would feel like between my lips, how her skin would taste and, without realizing it, my head dips to bring my mouth towards the objects of my desire. However, as if reading my mind, Fee's hand stops me. "Ah ah, not yet, no extra turning on before the pantie check!" she laughs so I turn my attention to undoing the fastening on her demure but feminine just-above-the-knee black skirt. "I can't remember the last time I saw you in a skirt," I comment as I struggle slightly with unfastening the skirt. "Yeah, well, I didn't want Mum or Dad thinking that being gay made me, like, some kind of tomboy," she replies as she guides my fumbling hand, "or some lesbo slut. There." The skirt clip pops open. With a slight tug the skirt falls to the floor. It occurs to me that Fee really works at ensuring Mum and Dad's approval in ways that have never occurred to me. However, the sight of Fee's panties immediately interrupts my train of thought. My Perfect Little Sister It is a bright red thong but over her pussy, whose slight crease is visible through the sheer fabric, they are not just darker they glisten with her secretions. "Fucking hell, Fee, you're leaking through them!" "See, Cath, I told you I didn't need any extra turning on! Undressing you I thought I was going to orgasm right there and then." I drop to my knees and can smell her scent as I rest my hands on her hips. Though this is my little sister, there is no power on earth that can stop me as I lean in, my mouth opening to cover the sodden fabric. My tongue laps over the skimpy garment and I taste Fee's honey; she tastes better than any woman I've known. I look up, "I want to make love to you... do you want that too?" I ask, nervous despite being so turned on. "I, I want to be sure we both really want this... little sister." "Yes, big sister, I want it. I really, really, want us to make love," she smiles happily, "and I want to do it now!" "My pleasure," I tell her as I hook my thumbs under the waistband of her thong and draw it down. The saturated fabric adheres briefly to her flesh before peeling away. "You shave completely I see," I say as I admire the perfect, smooth mound and vulva. I lean in and kiss her soft skin just above the cleft of her pussy. Once again the smell and taste is intoxicating as my tongue reaches out to caress the edges of her soft, swelling inner labia. I feel a tremble run through her and I suspect that she is close to orgasm. "Oh, Cath my darling sister" her voice thick with her arousal, "eat me out, make me cum." I need no second invitation and my hands grasp the firm, soft flesh of her bum, holding her still as I run my tongue up her pussy once more, this time more firmly, and again, now pointing my tongue so that it parts her nether lips to stroke the inner folds of her sensitive flesh. Her hands rest on my head pressing me gently forward, encouraging me to probe deeper, something I am only too happy to do for I am in heaven, my senses filled by the taste and smell of her, the feel of her hot, wet interior on my mouth and her bum in my hands, the sound of her gentle gasps and little sighs of pleasure. She becomes my whole universe as I seek her pleasure with my mouth and tongue in every way I can: little licks and deep thrusts with my tongue; sucking and nibbling her sensuous folds and lips that now open to me, hungry for my touch; sucks and caresses of the hard, red swelling that her clit has become. The tempo increases and Fee's gentle gasps and little sighs have become loud cries and moans as she now grasps my head, grinding her pussy against my mouth. I redouble my efforts, focussing more on her clit and each lick and suck produces a cry that is loud and filled with her excitement and lust. I feel her begin to tremble. "Fuck... Cath... I'm gonna... cumm! Ahh... yes... oooooh! So good... aaaahhhhhhhh!" Her hips buck as her climax tears through her and I struggle to keep my mouth on her as I seek to draw out her orgasm. Suddenly her legs turn weak and she is collapsing half on top of me and we end as a tangled heap on the floor. She continues with several long shivers and moans as little orgasmic aftershocks tremble through her until, at last, she is still. I untangle myself from underneath and curl my body around hers as I stroke her hair. "How did my big sister get so fucking good at eating cunny?" she asks at last, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me. "Practice!" I tell her. "And yet Helena left you, even though you can do that to a girl: she must be certifiably insane!" "Fee, I never made Helena cum in the way you just did. I," I have to think to express what just happened for me, "I don't think I've ever been so totally committed giving a girl pleasure as I was just now with you, so completely focussed." She rolls over and kisses me. "All I can say is it was totally awesome. And you totally taste of my cunt!" she smiles as she sees in my face my shock at her use of the word 'cunt'. "Now, I have to try and do the same to you and your cunt so do you want to lie here or would you prefer the bed?" "On the bed, please. Do you always call it your... cunt?" I struggle slightly to say the word. "Not always but most times. Why not? It's a very old English word and hasn't always been considered so extreme. I think 'my big sister just ate my cunt' sounds much better than 'my big sister ate my pussy'; that make you sound like a cat eating monster!" she laughs as we stand up. "Perhaps you'd prefer 'cunny'? What do you call it?" "Um, usually a 'pussy'," I confess, "it's the word Helena always used but 'cunny' is better and perhaps, with you, I can say, 'my little sister's has a gorgeous cunt that tastes delicious!'" I go to sit on the bed but Fee stops me. "Hold on, sis, you've way too many clothes on!" she giggles. "Hmm, you're right; you'll never get to my cunt with these panties on," I admit. "So what are you doing about it, hmm?" I say in my best Mum voice with my hands on my hips. "Oh no, Cath; way to kill the mood, pretending to be Mum!" she shudders. "Oh shit, sorry. Come here and kiss your big sister 'coz I really need you to make me cum," I tell her desperately as I hold my arms out. She steps into my embrace and our bodies seem to fit perfectly, her taller slimness against my shorter, more curvaceous figure. Her hug is brief before her hands are pushing down my panties and, as they slip down my thighs, I wriggle and kick my legs to make them fall. With me fully naked at last, Fee presses me backwards until my legs contact the edge of her bed and I topple onto it as I did earlier. However, my sister does not fall on me this time but looks down. "Hmm, what a gorgeous body you have," she says appreciatively as her fingers reach down and glide through my short, trimmed pubes. "Nice and tidy but still quite au naturel; never considered going hairless, sis?" "I have shaved sometimes but..." "Helena preferred this," Fee interrupts to finish my sentence. "Okay, I've not tried a cunt this hirsute before so let's see..." She kneels on the bed but doesn't, as I expected, go down on me. Instead, her targets are my boobs, which she starts to caress, and kiss and lick and suck, almost as if she knew how wonderfully sensitive they are. "Sorry Cath," she says between sucks, "but I just had to have some time with your tits and these amazing nipples." "Mmm Fee, I'm not complaining; I absolutely adore having my boobs and nipples played with annnnd, oh wow, you're doing a great job there! Mmmmm!" She has sucked the top half of my left boob into her mouth and her tongue is busy inside licking, rubbing and kneading it, sending bolts of pleasure through me. She might have beaten me for wetness earlier but I can now feel a warm trickle leaking from my pussy, no, from my cunt; my hot, sopping, fleshy cunt as my fingers discover. Fee notices my exploring hand and it is gently slapped and pulled away as her mouth releases my boob with a wet pop. "Now, now Catherine, hands off: your cunt is mine this afternoon," she warns as she lifts her head and looks down at it. "Fuck that looks good enough to eat! Sorry, Cath, but I don't care how much you adore tit play, I need to eat you out right now." "About fucking time!" I tease, "I've been waiting ages for my sister's mouth on my cunt... years in fact." She looks at me as she shimmies down the bed. "Really?" she asks, "You thought about me like that when I was, like..." "Yes, well, too young, anyway. I never thought it would happen though," I admit. She grins at me. "Oh, it absolutely is!" she replies wickedly and she slips from the bed to kneel on the floor between my leg. She lifts each of my feet onto the bed, spreading me wide open. I feel a butterfly flutter of anticipation in my stomach and a wild excitement as to what she will do. She does not disappoint as something warm and wet presses softly against my exposed bum hole, her tongue I realize, before dragging up over my perineum and on through the convoluted, steaming wet flesh of my pussy in one long, sensuous lick. "Oh god!" I gasp, "Helena never licked my bum..." "If you say her name one more time, I'll leave you here on the edge of orgasm forever!" Fee interrupts sternly. "I intend to make you cum harder and longer than you've ever done before; I may not have had as much practise but I can be quite imaginative and, as your sister, I think I know what you'll like." "Sorry, Fee," I answer contritely, "and that lick felt amazing." "Good," she says as her head dips down once more. "Oh, and your cunt is delicious too. We taste pretty much the same, actually," and with that I am treated to another full-length lick. She keeps repeating, adding little variations such as more pressure or swirl of her tongue around my tight bud, little kisses and licks on the sensitive perineal skin, tongue thrusts and laps or sucks and nips of my pussy and clit. She's right: she seems to know instinctively what will feel good. Almost as soon as that though crosses my mind Fee changes her method as I feel a slim penetration of my pussy -- my cunt, damn it! -- her finger, no doubt. It slides back and forth a couple of times before she decides a second digit is required. Oh yes, that's much better as the walls of my cunt are gently stretched and the fingers, as they curl to rub the top of my cunt's passage, feel wonderful. There is a soft, rhythmic squelching as Fee finger fucks me and I wonder, savouring her touch, what someone passing the door would hear before I realize that her fingers invading my wet cunt are certainly not as loud as my grunting moans that keep the same rhythm. Any hypothetical eavesdropper would have no doubt what was going on and that thought makes me smile and turns me on just a little bit more. I begin thrusting with my hips, trying to encourage Fee to go faster and deeper. Her response is to add another finger and, slim though her fingers are, three together make my cunt feel very full. No, not very full: wonderfully full, as I feel a first threatening tremble pass through me. Her breath is warm on my gaping labia just before her mouth closes over the top of my cunny and I squeal as her tongue laps roughly over my highly sensitized clit. I expect a repeat, hope for one, but she switches to gentle caresses. She must be trying to draw this out, it occurs to me, as her finger thrusts have also become slower and softer, though still enough to keep me massively turned on. After a few minutes the tempo and vigour are building once again and I can feel the orgasmic tension rising once more, higher and higher. I am writhing and crying out but again, without warning, Fee eases back and the incipient orgasm recedes. "Oh, Fee, darling, please make me cum!" I beg. "I promised you your best orgasm ever and that cannot be rushed," she admonishes as she continues the gentle stimulation. I growl in frustration but I'm scared of protesting too much for fear that she might stop altogether. It does feel good though and I return to imagining someone spying on us. What if this had happened when she visited me? What if Helena had walked in to find her girlfriend's cunt being fingered and devoured by girlfriend's little sister? Would she have been outraged or aroused, finger-fucking herself as she watched? I begin playing with my nipples and can feel my climax nearing. Fee's fingers and mouth build in intensity and stimulation once more and I'm getting close, so close. Something presses against my bum hole: squirming, penetrating... "Oh fucking god, yes! Aaaahhhhh!" I gasp as my orgasm crashes through me at last, in great, pumping waves that dominate everything, overwhelming my senses. And it goes on and on as Fee continues to play my cunt, stretching the climax until I am gasping incoherent pleas to her to let me go, that I cannot stand any more. I lay panting and utterly spent. "Oh Fee, my darling girl and wonderful sister, come here," I manage and hold my arms up. Moments later she slips between them and we hug each other as we kiss. Her beautiful face is slathered in my juices and she's right, we do taste alike. When I can move at last we wriggle under the bedclothes and snuggle up to doze. When I wake it is with a wonderful sense of love and happiness as I find Fee is in my arms and that it wasn't a dream. However, I instantly begin to panic that Mum or Dad will walk in on us and I look round to locate Fee's bedside clock before sighing in relief; we have only slept for hour or so. My panic has disturbed Fee and she slowly opens her eyes. "I love you, Cathy," she murmurs. "I love you too, Fee, my perfect little sister," I reply and kiss her softly but deeply. "Come on darling, we need to get cleaned up before the parents get back. Up you get and in the shower," I order her. "Only if you join me," she replies and I happily agree. We take our time in shower together, soaping and rubbing one another clean. The temptation to do more is immense but sense, and the fear of imminent parental return, dissuades us. We towel each other dry before walking naked back to Fee's room where we dress once more. However, I am aware of a new intimacy between us, reflected in our almost constant touching and hugging and kissing of each other. "We're going to have to be careful, Fee my love," I warn as I stand behind her to brush her hair while playing the hairdryer over it. "Mum and Dad will notice if we're this affectionate towards each other." "Yes, I know... but I love you and... hey yes, we're lovers, lesbian lovers," she says, eyes shining. "Oh stop it or I my cunt will start dripping again!" I can feel the grin on my face. "I wish I didn't have to drive back to Portsmouth tonight," I sigh. "Okay, that's your hair done, will you dry mine?" We swap places as I sit in the chair and she stands behind me. "Cath, darling, did you know that Portsmouth is one of the universities I'm applying to?" "You mentioned you were thinking about it." "Mmm, well, one of their open days is a week on Thursday, so can I come down and maybe stay over with you now that she-you're-not-allowed-to-name has moved out?" "Oh, Fee that would be wonderful," I exclaim. "You could come down Wednesday evening and I'm sure I could get a couple of days off; then there'd be the weekend. We could fuck each other senseless!" I say and we're both laughing. "Definitely, but only after I've been round the open day," she warns. "I mean, I do want to see the university but also Mum and Dad are bound to ask lots of questions about what I thought of the uni and the course and everything, so I can't say 'Sorry I missed it because I was fucking Cathy,' can I?" "True, and anyway I'd like to go round the old alma mater with you and show you the sights." "Cath, you realize that if I went there then..." "Oh no: three years of living with my little sister. Woe is me!" I complain, trying to keep a straight face. "She'll be under my feet the whole time." "Sod being under your feet; I'd much rather be under you," she laughs and bends in to kiss me, "and on top of you... and beside you... and inside you!" She is turning me on again but my arousal is quenched by the rattle of keys in the front door. "Shit, that's Mum and Dad back. Cathy, quick: I need one last proper kiss from my sexy sister." "Last kiss, but just for now," I promise her, before her tongue slips into my mouth.