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Kirsten Myhre had a secret. She had carried this secret since she was twelve, since she fell into an ice-cold river on a school trip. Her older sister Anna had gone to school to pick her up, because their mother couldn't leave her job as a waitress in a local bar. It was Anna who usually took care of her, as Mother worked long hours to make ends meet and Father had left them a couple of years before, on account of his propensity to cheat on Mother with other women.
Kirsten was a beautiful blonde of Norwegian descent. She was shy, liked to wear a mix of punk, death metal and gothic clothes as well as dark-hued makeup. She hadn't dyed her hair black yet, because her mother would have a fit and would probably ground her for a couple of weeks if she acted on her ultimate act of rebellion.
Although most of her friends didn't have anyone to look up to, Kirsten had a hero in her life--Anna, her most beloved big sister. Kirsten loved her, adored her, would do anything for her. Not only Anna was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, she was the most dependable member of her family. If she had a problem at school, Anna would fix it. If she sprained an ankle, Anne would fix it. If school was tough and grades were slipping, Anna would make sure she would fix it by helping her with her homework, pulling up her luminous smile, encouraging her to perform her best.
For so long had Kirsten tried to tell Anna about her secret, but how could she? Kirsten was afraid of the consequences, what other people would say about her, and most importantly, what Anna would think of her if the secret became known. Only a few days before she had told Mother and Anne that she was gay. Boys were just uninspiring. Other girls were sometimes interesting, but up to a point. She had explained, she had reasoned and acceptance was immediate. Mother gave her a hug and said everything would be all right. Anna kissed her on the cheek and held her tight, whispering to her ear: "Sis, I knew all along you were gay." And then Anna gave her a light, quick peck on the lips. "I am so happy for you. You came out. It's good you didn't bottle it up inside. That can be so bad and destructive."
Anna's peck on Kirsten's lips had been sisterly and innocent enough, but Kirsten had melted in her Big Sis's arms. Kirsten loved Anna so much that it hurt sometimes, as though someone was squeezing her heart with an iron grip.
Kirsten's mind returned to that day when she fell into the river. Anna brought her home after picking up their younger sister Lisa. When they arrived home, Anna told her to get rid of her wet clothes. At first Kirsten balked at the idea. She kept crying in fits. When Anna returned to the living room with a long terry towel, her older sister made her remove her sweater and blouse, then her skirt and socks. At twelve years of age Kirsten didn't wear a bra. Feeling shy for a moment she covered her small breasts from Anna's scrutinizing, worried look. Anna kept drying her body with the towel, speaking softly. "Kirsten, don't cry. I know you were afraid when you fell into the river, but you are safe now. Baby, listen to me. Now let's take these wet panties off. Help me, come on."
Kirsten opened her legs slightly and allowed Anna to slide her underpants down her long, skinny legs. She stepped off them and Anna kept drying her, massaging warmth back into her cold, distraught body. At that moment, Kirsten understood how much Anna meant to her. She knew she loved her older sister more than Mother, more than anyone she knew, but when Anna told her to sit on her lap to console her, to make her forget the nightmare of impending death, Kirsten realized she had fallen in love with Anna head over heels. The moment when Kirsten's naked skin contacted Anna's bare legs, Kirsten's body shook as an erotic chill ran down her spine. Although Kirsten could feel the hem of Anna's short skirt, which had ridden up when she sat on her sister's lap, her blurred mind focused on the smooth feel of her sister's thighs. Kirsten sobbing increased in intensity, protracting the contact, the excuse of sitting on her sister's lap, and the repeated chills it caused in her over-sensitive body.
Returning to the present and realizing she was lying on her bed, Kirsten reached for her laptop and logged into her blog. She kept her true identity secret, as on those pages she had confessed to the world she was in love with Kirsten most of her teenage life. At first she passed as a "regular" lesbian teen in love with another girl, but as questions were asked, she revealed her love interest was a girl five years her senior and that this particular girl was her own big sister. When the read the I-word on one of the comments, she became upset. Of course, Anna was her own flesh and blood, but Kirsten hadn't made the connection between that ugly word and herself. To love Anna was as natural as to have hunger and thirst. To love Anna was like loving herself. Anna was like her in so many ways--her upturned nose; her large, attentive blue eyes; her long strawberry blonde hair, her excruciatingly beautiful Nordic angelic face; her love for her own sisters; her care and worry when things at home didn't go as planned. Anna loved her unconditionally. Anna was there for her. What better lover could Kirsten ask for? Nobody could compare to Anna. Nobody!
Kirsten was so keen on writing her new blog entry that her mind didn't register that someone had knocked softly on her bedroom door. A new knock followed and then the door was swung ajar.
"Hey, Sis, what's cooking?" asked a young woman at Kirsten's bedroom door.
With a start Kirsten closed her laptop and turned over on the bed. With her heart hammering in her chest, Kirsten faced a smiling though quizzical Anna.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were at your boyfriend's."
"May I come in?" said Anna, who kept on smiling.
Kirsten shrugged. "Sure."
"So, what were you writing?"
"Nothing. How do you know what I was doing?"
"Because of the noise you make when you tap on the keyboard."
"I could be chatting."
"Were you?"
Kirsten shook her head. "No."
"What then?"
"Nothing in particular."
"I know you," said Anna looking more closely at Kirsten. In a fluid gesture, Anna flipped Kirsten's hair over her younger sister's shoulder. "You're flushed. You closed your laptop as if I am not supposed to know something. What's the big secret, little girl? Are you in love?"
"So if I am?"
Anna arched up her eyebrows. "Oh, you are." Anna's smile grew into a grin. "Oh, that's so cool. I wish I was in love too."
Kirsten stared into the blueness of her sister's eyes, trying to fathom what secret they hid in the deep. "I thought you were in love with your boyfriend. Why did you move in with him if you don't love him?"
"To experiment."
"Experiment?" said Kirsten with a combination of disgust and outrage.
"Yes, that thing with Bryan is an experiment of sorts. And don't you look at me like that. He knows about it and he's not complaining. Quite the reverse, little girl."
Kirsten winced and grimaced.
"I love you when you do that," said Anna with a teasing smile, licking her own upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
"Do what?"
"When you twitch your beautiful nose in disgust."
"Yeah." Kirsten didn't know what else to say.
"But do tell me, do I know the girl?" said Anna, sitting down on Kirsten's bed, observing her sister's leaning body.
"What girl?"
"The girl you're in love with, silly."
"Oh." Kirsten lifted her shoulders wearily and let them sink with unease. Against her will, Kirsten's body rebelled and began to shake.
"Am I upsetting you? I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you."
"No, that's OK. You're not...you're just...."
"What, little girl?" said Anna, leaning closer and holding her sister's chin.
Kirsten swatted Anna's hands away from her face. "Don't call me that. I'm not a little girl. I'm sixteen, remember?"
"I do, but even if were fifty years old you'd still be my little girl."
"Oh, stop it," said Kirsten, fighting off the sudden rush of blood onto her cheeks.
Anna smiled. "That's why I love you. I love to make you blush. You're so easy."
"I'm not easy," Kirsten groaned. "I'm not easy at all."
"I didn't mean it in a derogatory way. It was a compliment. You're uncomplicated. You're innocent. You're my little angel, and you have always been."
"Stop it, Anna. You're embarrassing me. That's so, so lame."
"It's not lame. It's the truth."
"And I'm not that innocent."
"No? Do tell me about your little dirty secrets then? So how many times you made love to her, in your mind?"
"I didn't make love to her. I fucked her."
Anna straightened herself up and said, "Wow! You fucked her? How?"
"With a strap-on and the works."
Anna's shocked curiosity was evident and Kirsten was enjoying every second of it.
"Come on, you don't even own a dildo," Anna said. "Hello, you're sixteen. I am amazed you even know what a strap-on is."
"You've always told me to use my imagination and I did."
"You've been surfing into porn sites, I see."
Kirsten shrugged. "As if kids didn't talk about sex when Mother and Father were our age."
"Indeed. But tell me, who's she? Do I know the lucky girl?"
"Yes." Sudden fearlessness crept into Kirsten's body and soul, the shaking abating.
"Who? Tania?"
Kirsten shook her head.
"Sylvia?"
Kirsten pouted with disgust. "No way."
"Sandra?"
"Nope."
"Lisa?"
"No, she's a little girl. I don't lust after little girls."
For a moment Anna seemed confused. "What do you mean, she's a little girl? Lisa is older than you."
"Oh, I thought...." Kirsten's face became livid. "I thought you meant...."
"You thought I meant our little sister? No, of course not. I meant Lisa Sandhurst, the one who plays...." Anna's words trailed off. Kirsten's panic increased as she saw her older sister confusion turning into shock. Softly and slowly Anna asked, "Why would you think I meant Lisa?"
"Listen, Anna, it's not what you think."
"Are you a pedophile?"
"No, I'm not. I told you, I would never, ever hurt Lisa or any kid. I swear. I swear, Anna. It's not that."
"Then who? You're scaring me, Kirsten. You're really are."
"You know I like older girls. You know that. I've told you that so, so many times."
"You weren't lying, were you?"
"No, I wasn't. I swear."
"Then who? Tell me."
"No, I can't."
"Why can't you? I'm your sister. You've always told me what's on your mind."
"I'm older now. I need my own space."
"Good line, but that won't cut it. At least tell me how old she is."
"She's your age."
"What? You're in love with a twenty-one-year-old woman?"
Kirsten nodded.
"And is she into you as well?"
Kirsten shrugged and then shook her head slowly, almost imperceptibly.
"If she is, she's a pedophile."
Kirsten became angry. "I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm almost seventeen. I'm almost a senior."
"No, you're a kid. Don't fool yourself. Try to find someone your age."
"I hate girls my age. They're so dumb and stupid."
"Why?"
"All they think about is their looks and boys and stuff like that."
"I like boys. So you're calling me stupid too."
"But you like girls too. I saw you making out with Helen."
Anna's wide smile reappeared. "Hmm, that was a good kiss. Helen knows how to kiss a girl, definitely."
"See? I made my point. And you were seventeen and Helen was twenty-two when you guys kissed for the first time. So who's the pedophile now?"
"Seventeen ain't sixteen."
"Yeah, big difference."
Anna grinned. "You can definitely hold an argument, little girl. I didn't know I had such a smart ass for a sister. But still you didn't tell me who she is."
"And I am not going to tell you."
"Oh no? Even if I tickle you to death?" And in that very moment, Anna's hands found Kirsten's ribcage, torturing her with her fingers. Kirsten wriggled and screamed and laughed, trying to escape her older sister's tickling. Anna slid onto her sister's body using her own weight to gain leverage. "Tell me. Who's she?"
"No, I won't tell you."
"Please?" said Anna, stopping her tickling assault for a moment, panting a little, her cheeks gaining sudden color.
"No." Another bout of tickling was waged on Kirsten's body. The younger girl screamed again, but she knew neither Mother nor Lisa were home at that moment. "Please stop," begged Kirsten between fits of laughter. "Please...."
"So there's no chance you're ever going to tell me the identity of your lover, is there?" Anna parted her lips, breathing a little faster.
"She's not my lover."
"But you told me you fucked her." And that moment, Kirsten felt her sister's pubis press itself against her own. Without even noticing Kirsten moaned softly, realizing for the first time how humid the folds of her womanhood were. Apparently, that conversation was turning on Anna too.
"No, I haven't. I wanted to shock you, because you thought I was this innocent girl, which I'm not." Without thinking, Kirsten's arms held her prone sister tighter against her own body, increasing the pressure as she opened her own legs.
Anna became flushed, confused, her eyes less focused. She pushed her own pubis against her sister's womanhood once again, sighing deeply.
"Anna, what...."
"I'm sorry. I--"
"No, go on. Please."
"You're making me...."
"That's OK. It feels good. Please, please go on."
Anna shook her head. "No, this is not right."
Kirsten tightened her embrace around her sister's slender waist, pressing her sex against Anna's. "Please, I need this." Kirsten breathed in in stutters, announcing her nervousness, her desire. She freed her sister's waist and cupped her face. Anna still struggled with her own desire, mortified, unable to decide what to do. Kirsten was amazed that her sister had become so excited to the point of starting that delicious rubbing and squashing. Kirsten was so incredibly turned on that she felt her own clit throbbing, a first in her short, almost non-existing sex life. "Please, please, I love you."
"You do?" said Anna, gasping softly. "What about the mystery girl? Don't you love her more?"
"That's impossible."
"Why?"
"Because..." Kirsten rose her head and kissed Anna on the lips. At first Anna refused to be kissed, but then her mouth opened ajar and let Kirsten's tongue enter.
"Stop. Stop. Why are you kissing me? We're.... You're...."
Kirsten's answer was another kiss, a deeper and rougher one, full of desire. Anna, almost against her will and her better judgment, mashed her pubis against the increasingly humid vulva of her sister. Anna's desire became mixed with surprise. "You are.... How can you.... I'm your sister."
"Don't talk. Just kiss me and make love to me."
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can." And to prove her point Kirsten kissed Anna again, opening her legs even further, humping against Anna, her hands traveling down her older sister's body and reaching her ass. She pressed Anna's bottom against her lower belly, moaning a little into Anna's mouth, which kept kissing her back, Anna's tongue playing wet games with Kirsten's. Frantically Kirsten's lips slid down Anna's neck, planting kisses along the short trip. Anna moaned.
"But you love someone else," Anna protested, staring down at her sister.
"No, I don't."
"But you said...."
"I know what I said."
"But...."
"Yes, it's you. It's been you and nobody else but you."
"But how? Why?"
Kirsten told her about the day she fell in love with her. That moment when she felt her sister's naked flesh against her own. It had been so innocent, but so thrilling at the same time, despite the stressful event she had gone through. The moment when Anna had held her on her lap epitomized Anna's unconditional love for her little sister. Kirsten became obsessed with that moment of their lives. Anna, it was Anna and it would always be Anna.
From that moment on, Anna let herself go. They disrobed themselves and flesh contacted flesh again. There was a time in their lovemaking when Anna and Kirsten returned to the living room and Anna sat on the couch of their memories. Kirsten sat on Anna's lap once again. Kirsten looked deeply into Anna's eyes and whispered, "Make love to me. Kiss me."
And Anna did that and more. They kissed for long minutes. Their kisses were desperate, their bodies long and sweaty. Anna's hand found Kirsten's clitoris and she masturbated her sister while kissing her. Kirsten's head swam. She moaned, she whispered her big sister's name. She felt the orgasmic wave rise inside her, the walls of vagina throbbing, her body becoming tauter despite the chills that ran down her spine.
"Fuck me, fuck me with your fingers," Kirsten begged, inserting Anna's middle finger between the wet folds of her sex. She kissed Anna with abandon. "Please, make your sister happy. Please...."
Anna complied and the second she slid her fingers into her sister's hole, Kirsten bucked up and came with a long, deep moan.
They remained in the same position for a long time, Kirsten's head leaning on Anna's shoulder, thighs lying across thighs, a hand still inside Kirsten's pulsating sex.
Anna was the first to speak: "I don't want to ruin this moment for you, but we really have to leave the living room. I don't think we should get caught like this. I don't think Mother would approve of this."
"I know. I just...."
"What?"
"I'd...I couldn't stand it if...."
"If what?"
"If that's it. I mean...."
"You're my little sister. I'd never leave you in the cold."
"I know, but...what about your boyfriend? Are you going to tell him about this?"
"No, of course not."
"But...but...."
"Don't worry, little sis. We have plenty of time."
"But I'm in love with you. I am."
"I know. And that it is scaring me a little, because I'm in love with you too."
"You are?"
"Who wouldn't be? You're my little angel, and you've always been."
Overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion, Kirsten kissed Anna, and while she did so her body convulsed in another intense orgasm, drenching Anna's hand even further. They kept kissing each other until they heard a car rolling into the driveway.
"Mother!" they cried together. And with a bound they tore up the stairs. In a frenzy they slipped their clothes back on.
"So, are you going back to your boyfriend?" Kirsten asked as Anna combed her younger sister's hair. She watched for Anna's reaction in the cabinet mirror of her bathroom.
"Don't be jealous, little one. I told you: it was just an experiment."
"So does that mean you're coming home? To your old room?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes." Anna nodded, smiling, apparently amused by little sister's eagerness. "How many times I have to tell you I will not leave you in the cold?"
"I know. You proved that when you held me in your lap that one time."
"See? There you have it." And with this, overwhelmed by intense love and desire again, Kirsten held her sister's waist. "What happened, little one?" Anne said.
"Nothing. I just wish we could be by ourselves once again. I want you so bad."
"Soon, little one. Soon. I promise."
Kirsten was a beautiful blonde of Norwegian descent. She was shy, liked to wear a mix of punk, death metal and gothic clothes as well as dark-hued makeup. She hadn't dyed her hair black yet, because her mother would have a fit and would probably ground her for a couple of weeks if she acted on her ultimate act of rebellion.
Although most of her friends didn't have anyone to look up to, Kirsten had a hero in her life--Anna, her most beloved big sister. Kirsten loved her, adored her, would do anything for her. Not only Anna was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, she was the most dependable member of her family. If she had a problem at school, Anna would fix it. If she sprained an ankle, Anne would fix it. If school was tough and grades were slipping, Anna would make sure she would fix it by helping her with her homework, pulling up her luminous smile, encouraging her to perform her best.
For so long had Kirsten tried to tell Anna about her secret, but how could she? Kirsten was afraid of the consequences, what other people would say about her, and most importantly, what Anna would think of her if the secret became known. Only a few days before she had told Mother and Anne that she was gay. Boys were just uninspiring. Other girls were sometimes interesting, but up to a point. She had explained, she had reasoned and acceptance was immediate. Mother gave her a hug and said everything would be all right. Anna kissed her on the cheek and held her tight, whispering to her ear: "Sis, I knew all along you were gay." And then Anna gave her a light, quick peck on the lips. "I am so happy for you. You came out. It's good you didn't bottle it up inside. That can be so bad and destructive."
Anna's peck on Kirsten's lips had been sisterly and innocent enough, but Kirsten had melted in her Big Sis's arms. Kirsten loved Anna so much that it hurt sometimes, as though someone was squeezing her heart with an iron grip.
Kirsten's mind returned to that day when she fell into the river. Anna brought her home after picking up their younger sister Lisa. When they arrived home, Anna told her to get rid of her wet clothes. At first Kirsten balked at the idea. She kept crying in fits. When Anna returned to the living room with a long terry towel, her older sister made her remove her sweater and blouse, then her skirt and socks. At twelve years of age Kirsten didn't wear a bra. Feeling shy for a moment she covered her small breasts from Anna's scrutinizing, worried look. Anna kept drying her body with the towel, speaking softly. "Kirsten, don't cry. I know you were afraid when you fell into the river, but you are safe now. Baby, listen to me. Now let's take these wet panties off. Help me, come on."
Kirsten opened her legs slightly and allowed Anna to slide her underpants down her long, skinny legs. She stepped off them and Anna kept drying her, massaging warmth back into her cold, distraught body. At that moment, Kirsten understood how much Anna meant to her. She knew she loved her older sister more than Mother, more than anyone she knew, but when Anna told her to sit on her lap to console her, to make her forget the nightmare of impending death, Kirsten realized she had fallen in love with Anna head over heels. The moment when Kirsten's naked skin contacted Anna's bare legs, Kirsten's body shook as an erotic chill ran down her spine. Although Kirsten could feel the hem of Anna's short skirt, which had ridden up when she sat on her sister's lap, her blurred mind focused on the smooth feel of her sister's thighs. Kirsten sobbing increased in intensity, protracting the contact, the excuse of sitting on her sister's lap, and the repeated chills it caused in her over-sensitive body.
Returning to the present and realizing she was lying on her bed, Kirsten reached for her laptop and logged into her blog. She kept her true identity secret, as on those pages she had confessed to the world she was in love with Kirsten most of her teenage life. At first she passed as a "regular" lesbian teen in love with another girl, but as questions were asked, she revealed her love interest was a girl five years her senior and that this particular girl was her own big sister. When the read the I-word on one of the comments, she became upset. Of course, Anna was her own flesh and blood, but Kirsten hadn't made the connection between that ugly word and herself. To love Anna was as natural as to have hunger and thirst. To love Anna was like loving herself. Anna was like her in so many ways--her upturned nose; her large, attentive blue eyes; her long strawberry blonde hair, her excruciatingly beautiful Nordic angelic face; her love for her own sisters; her care and worry when things at home didn't go as planned. Anna loved her unconditionally. Anna was there for her. What better lover could Kirsten ask for? Nobody could compare to Anna. Nobody!
Kirsten was so keen on writing her new blog entry that her mind didn't register that someone had knocked softly on her bedroom door. A new knock followed and then the door was swung ajar.
"Hey, Sis, what's cooking?" asked a young woman at Kirsten's bedroom door.
With a start Kirsten closed her laptop and turned over on the bed. With her heart hammering in her chest, Kirsten faced a smiling though quizzical Anna.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were at your boyfriend's."
"May I come in?" said Anna, who kept on smiling.
Kirsten shrugged. "Sure."
"So, what were you writing?"
"Nothing. How do you know what I was doing?"
"Because of the noise you make when you tap on the keyboard."
"I could be chatting."
"Were you?"
Kirsten shook her head. "No."
"What then?"
"Nothing in particular."
"I know you," said Anna looking more closely at Kirsten. In a fluid gesture, Anna flipped Kirsten's hair over her younger sister's shoulder. "You're flushed. You closed your laptop as if I am not supposed to know something. What's the big secret, little girl? Are you in love?"
"So if I am?"
Anna arched up her eyebrows. "Oh, you are." Anna's smile grew into a grin. "Oh, that's so cool. I wish I was in love too."
Kirsten stared into the blueness of her sister's eyes, trying to fathom what secret they hid in the deep. "I thought you were in love with your boyfriend. Why did you move in with him if you don't love him?"
"To experiment."
"Experiment?" said Kirsten with a combination of disgust and outrage.
"Yes, that thing with Bryan is an experiment of sorts. And don't you look at me like that. He knows about it and he's not complaining. Quite the reverse, little girl."
Kirsten winced and grimaced.
"I love you when you do that," said Anna with a teasing smile, licking her own upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
"Do what?"
"When you twitch your beautiful nose in disgust."
"Yeah." Kirsten didn't know what else to say.
"But do tell me, do I know the girl?" said Anna, sitting down on Kirsten's bed, observing her sister's leaning body.
"What girl?"
"The girl you're in love with, silly."
"Oh." Kirsten lifted her shoulders wearily and let them sink with unease. Against her will, Kirsten's body rebelled and began to shake.
"Am I upsetting you? I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you."
"No, that's OK. You're not...you're just...."
"What, little girl?" said Anna, leaning closer and holding her sister's chin.
Kirsten swatted Anna's hands away from her face. "Don't call me that. I'm not a little girl. I'm sixteen, remember?"
"I do, but even if were fifty years old you'd still be my little girl."
"Oh, stop it," said Kirsten, fighting off the sudden rush of blood onto her cheeks.
Anna smiled. "That's why I love you. I love to make you blush. You're so easy."
"I'm not easy," Kirsten groaned. "I'm not easy at all."
"I didn't mean it in a derogatory way. It was a compliment. You're uncomplicated. You're innocent. You're my little angel, and you have always been."
"Stop it, Anna. You're embarrassing me. That's so, so lame."
"It's not lame. It's the truth."
"And I'm not that innocent."
"No? Do tell me about your little dirty secrets then? So how many times you made love to her, in your mind?"
"I didn't make love to her. I fucked her."
Anna straightened herself up and said, "Wow! You fucked her? How?"
"With a strap-on and the works."
Anna's shocked curiosity was evident and Kirsten was enjoying every second of it.
"Come on, you don't even own a dildo," Anna said. "Hello, you're sixteen. I am amazed you even know what a strap-on is."
"You've always told me to use my imagination and I did."
"You've been surfing into porn sites, I see."
Kirsten shrugged. "As if kids didn't talk about sex when Mother and Father were our age."
"Indeed. But tell me, who's she? Do I know the lucky girl?"
"Yes." Sudden fearlessness crept into Kirsten's body and soul, the shaking abating.
"Who? Tania?"
Kirsten shook her head.
"Sylvia?"
Kirsten pouted with disgust. "No way."
"Sandra?"
"Nope."
"Lisa?"
"No, she's a little girl. I don't lust after little girls."
For a moment Anna seemed confused. "What do you mean, she's a little girl? Lisa is older than you."
"Oh, I thought...." Kirsten's face became livid. "I thought you meant...."
"You thought I meant our little sister? No, of course not. I meant Lisa Sandhurst, the one who plays...." Anna's words trailed off. Kirsten's panic increased as she saw her older sister confusion turning into shock. Softly and slowly Anna asked, "Why would you think I meant Lisa?"
"Listen, Anna, it's not what you think."
"Are you a pedophile?"
"No, I'm not. I told you, I would never, ever hurt Lisa or any kid. I swear. I swear, Anna. It's not that."
"Then who? You're scaring me, Kirsten. You're really are."
"You know I like older girls. You know that. I've told you that so, so many times."
"You weren't lying, were you?"
"No, I wasn't. I swear."
"Then who? Tell me."
"No, I can't."
"Why can't you? I'm your sister. You've always told me what's on your mind."
"I'm older now. I need my own space."
"Good line, but that won't cut it. At least tell me how old she is."
"She's your age."
"What? You're in love with a twenty-one-year-old woman?"
Kirsten nodded.
"And is she into you as well?"
Kirsten shrugged and then shook her head slowly, almost imperceptibly.
"If she is, she's a pedophile."
Kirsten became angry. "I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm almost seventeen. I'm almost a senior."
"No, you're a kid. Don't fool yourself. Try to find someone your age."
"I hate girls my age. They're so dumb and stupid."
"Why?"
"All they think about is their looks and boys and stuff like that."
"I like boys. So you're calling me stupid too."
"But you like girls too. I saw you making out with Helen."
Anna's wide smile reappeared. "Hmm, that was a good kiss. Helen knows how to kiss a girl, definitely."
"See? I made my point. And you were seventeen and Helen was twenty-two when you guys kissed for the first time. So who's the pedophile now?"
"Seventeen ain't sixteen."
"Yeah, big difference."
Anna grinned. "You can definitely hold an argument, little girl. I didn't know I had such a smart ass for a sister. But still you didn't tell me who she is."
"And I am not going to tell you."
"Oh no? Even if I tickle you to death?" And in that very moment, Anna's hands found Kirsten's ribcage, torturing her with her fingers. Kirsten wriggled and screamed and laughed, trying to escape her older sister's tickling. Anna slid onto her sister's body using her own weight to gain leverage. "Tell me. Who's she?"
"No, I won't tell you."
"Please?" said Anna, stopping her tickling assault for a moment, panting a little, her cheeks gaining sudden color.
"No." Another bout of tickling was waged on Kirsten's body. The younger girl screamed again, but she knew neither Mother nor Lisa were home at that moment. "Please stop," begged Kirsten between fits of laughter. "Please...."
"So there's no chance you're ever going to tell me the identity of your lover, is there?" Anna parted her lips, breathing a little faster.
"She's not my lover."
"But you told me you fucked her." And that moment, Kirsten felt her sister's pubis press itself against her own. Without even noticing Kirsten moaned softly, realizing for the first time how humid the folds of her womanhood were. Apparently, that conversation was turning on Anna too.
"No, I haven't. I wanted to shock you, because you thought I was this innocent girl, which I'm not." Without thinking, Kirsten's arms held her prone sister tighter against her own body, increasing the pressure as she opened her own legs.
Anna became flushed, confused, her eyes less focused. She pushed her own pubis against her sister's womanhood once again, sighing deeply.
"Anna, what...."
"I'm sorry. I--"
"No, go on. Please."
"You're making me...."
"That's OK. It feels good. Please, please go on."
Anna shook her head. "No, this is not right."
Kirsten tightened her embrace around her sister's slender waist, pressing her sex against Anna's. "Please, I need this." Kirsten breathed in in stutters, announcing her nervousness, her desire. She freed her sister's waist and cupped her face. Anna still struggled with her own desire, mortified, unable to decide what to do. Kirsten was amazed that her sister had become so excited to the point of starting that delicious rubbing and squashing. Kirsten was so incredibly turned on that she felt her own clit throbbing, a first in her short, almost non-existing sex life. "Please, please, I love you."
"You do?" said Anna, gasping softly. "What about the mystery girl? Don't you love her more?"
"That's impossible."
"Why?"
"Because..." Kirsten rose her head and kissed Anna on the lips. At first Anna refused to be kissed, but then her mouth opened ajar and let Kirsten's tongue enter.
"Stop. Stop. Why are you kissing me? We're.... You're...."
Kirsten's answer was another kiss, a deeper and rougher one, full of desire. Anna, almost against her will and her better judgment, mashed her pubis against the increasingly humid vulva of her sister. Anna's desire became mixed with surprise. "You are.... How can you.... I'm your sister."
"Don't talk. Just kiss me and make love to me."
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can." And to prove her point Kirsten kissed Anna again, opening her legs even further, humping against Anna, her hands traveling down her older sister's body and reaching her ass. She pressed Anna's bottom against her lower belly, moaning a little into Anna's mouth, which kept kissing her back, Anna's tongue playing wet games with Kirsten's. Frantically Kirsten's lips slid down Anna's neck, planting kisses along the short trip. Anna moaned.
"But you love someone else," Anna protested, staring down at her sister.
"No, I don't."
"But you said...."
"I know what I said."
"But...."
"Yes, it's you. It's been you and nobody else but you."
"But how? Why?"
Kirsten told her about the day she fell in love with her. That moment when she felt her sister's naked flesh against her own. It had been so innocent, but so thrilling at the same time, despite the stressful event she had gone through. The moment when Anna had held her on her lap epitomized Anna's unconditional love for her little sister. Kirsten became obsessed with that moment of their lives. Anna, it was Anna and it would always be Anna.
From that moment on, Anna let herself go. They disrobed themselves and flesh contacted flesh again. There was a time in their lovemaking when Anna and Kirsten returned to the living room and Anna sat on the couch of their memories. Kirsten sat on Anna's lap once again. Kirsten looked deeply into Anna's eyes and whispered, "Make love to me. Kiss me."
And Anna did that and more. They kissed for long minutes. Their kisses were desperate, their bodies long and sweaty. Anna's hand found Kirsten's clitoris and she masturbated her sister while kissing her. Kirsten's head swam. She moaned, she whispered her big sister's name. She felt the orgasmic wave rise inside her, the walls of vagina throbbing, her body becoming tauter despite the chills that ran down her spine.
"Fuck me, fuck me with your fingers," Kirsten begged, inserting Anna's middle finger between the wet folds of her sex. She kissed Anna with abandon. "Please, make your sister happy. Please...."
Anna complied and the second she slid her fingers into her sister's hole, Kirsten bucked up and came with a long, deep moan.
They remained in the same position for a long time, Kirsten's head leaning on Anna's shoulder, thighs lying across thighs, a hand still inside Kirsten's pulsating sex.
Anna was the first to speak: "I don't want to ruin this moment for you, but we really have to leave the living room. I don't think we should get caught like this. I don't think Mother would approve of this."
"I know. I just...."
"What?"
"I'd...I couldn't stand it if...."
"If what?"
"If that's it. I mean...."
"You're my little sister. I'd never leave you in the cold."
"I know, but...what about your boyfriend? Are you going to tell him about this?"
"No, of course not."
"But...but...."
"Don't worry, little sis. We have plenty of time."
"But I'm in love with you. I am."
"I know. And that it is scaring me a little, because I'm in love with you too."
"You are?"
"Who wouldn't be? You're my little angel, and you've always been."
Overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion, Kirsten kissed Anna, and while she did so her body convulsed in another intense orgasm, drenching Anna's hand even further. They kept kissing each other until they heard a car rolling into the driveway.
"Mother!" they cried together. And with a bound they tore up the stairs. In a frenzy they slipped their clothes back on.
"So, are you going back to your boyfriend?" Kirsten asked as Anna combed her younger sister's hair. She watched for Anna's reaction in the cabinet mirror of her bathroom.
"Don't be jealous, little one. I told you: it was just an experiment."
"So does that mean you're coming home? To your old room?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes." Anna nodded, smiling, apparently amused by little sister's eagerness. "How many times I have to tell you I will not leave you in the cold?"
"I know. You proved that when you held me in your lap that one time."
"See? There you have it." And with this, overwhelmed by intense love and desire again, Kirsten held her sister's waist. "What happened, little one?" Anne said.
"Nothing. I just wish we could be by ourselves once again. I want you so bad."
"Soon, little one. Soon. I promise."
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