Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2007 09:19:56 -0800
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Her Boyfriends Sister,(lesbian / begginings, f/f)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between
teenagers.  If this type of content offends you or
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             Her Boyfriend's Sister
                      By
                     Jan

	Plattsmouth, Nebraska is a farming town about
15 miles south of Omaha on the State Highway 75
and State Highway 34.  Highway 34 is the river
crossing between Nebraska and Iowa.  This is the
kind of country where every teenager has access to a
pickup and probably started driving farm equipment
by the age of 12.

	This is the kind of community that supports the
National Rifle Association and align themselves with
the religious right.  Any rumors of gay or lesbian
relationships are considered scandalous and lead to a
lot of tongue wagging and reproaches.  The leadership
of the local churches would call on them to repent or
suffer the damnation of hell.

	Girls are expected to marry young and have
several children.  Misty was a fifteen-year old
sophomore in high school and had never thought of
anything more than finding the right man to marry
and how many children she would have.

	She sought out a tall lean farm boy a couple of
years older than her and she flirted with him until he
thought it was his idea to ask her for a date her, not
that she was not attractive.

	Misty is only five foot two and 113 pounds.  She
is a dirty blond with blue-green eyes and her figure is
36-B, 21, 38. The top of her head barely reached the
chest of her boyfriend.

	The homes in the neighborhood were not all
that old because between the river flooding in spring
and tornados occasionally ripping through the area a
lot of homes were rebuilt on the average of every
couple of decades.  Every home had a storm cellar.

	Because the basements were below ground they
were naturally the coolest place in the homes during
the summer because the ground water was so high
the soil was damp all of the time.  The basements had
to be water proofed during construction.  Water
sump pumps were part of the planning.  Just the same
most basements were made into usable spaces.

	Her boyfriend's parents had made their
basement into a large family room.  There was
everything down there a teenager needed, TV,
stereo, refrigerator and a bathroom.  One day after
school he had picked her up after school and brought
her to his home and they retreated to the basement
to make out.

	They were engaged in a heavy petting scene
when his younger sister came down for some reason.
Misty and Bill were only mildly upset with her
presence and continued necking.

	While they were busy kissing Bill's mother
called down for him to come upstairs and do
something he was supposed to have done earlier.
After he left his sister came over and sat down next
to Misty.

	Her name was Kristine.  They were the same age
and they even had some classes together.  She had
long auburn hair and brown eyes.  She was much more
developed than Misty at five-foot eleven with
measurements a lot more mature, 38-C+, 24, 40.
Misty envied her figure because she was a stud
magnet.

	Kristine asked, "How do you French kiss my
brother?"

	Misty was still horny after making out with Bill.
She tried to explain how they did it but Kristine
asked her to show her.

	Misty said,  "Why not?"  She had practiced
kissing her girlfriends in the past when they had
sleepovers so it was no big deal.

	Kristine and Misty were really going at it when
her brother came back down.  He did not say anything
but he did watch for awhile.  It was getting close to
dinner time so Bill had to take her home.

	Misty tossed and turned that night thinking
about the way Kristine had kissed her.  She found
herself slipping her hand under her nightgown and
masturbating.  She was confused by her feelings.
She was not thinking about Bill but was thinking about
the way Kristine was holding her while they kissed.
She smelled so good and her face and lips were so
soft.  Her tongue was much bigger than hers and
Kristine had been the one to tongue her mouth.

	Misty was wondering if she was turning gay.
She had a couple of more sleepless nights and she
could not look Kristine in the eye at school.

	She avoided going home with Bill for awhile.
One day when school was over she was planning on
going straight home because Bill was on a trip to
Omaha with his father.  She was walking home when
Bill's pickup pulled up along side of her and she saw
Kristine driving.

	Kristine said, "Come on, get in."

	Misty tossed her book bag into the pickup bed
and got in the truck.  It was at least ten years old
and rattled as they headed down the road.  Kristine
would not hear about taking her home.  She took her
to her house and led misty down to the basement.
Misty didn't see their mother or anyone.  When she
asked, Kristine informed her that her mother was
visiting a neighbor so they had the house to
themselves.  Kristine started hugging and kissing her.

	When Misty gave into her feelings and started
returning the kisses, Kristine started feeling her
small breasts.  When Kristine started trying to
remove her clothes Misty tried to resist at first but
soon gave up fighting and allowed Kristine to pull her
blouse up and push her small bra up over the tops of
her breasts so that she could place her hands
directly on her little breasts.

	When Kristine started sucking on her nipples
she didn't resist as Kristine started removing her
blouse and bra.  She even helped her to unfasten her
skirt.  She did resist her pulling down her panties
because she felt strange being undressed by Kristine
while she was still fully dressed.

	Kristine stood up and proceeded to undress
right there in front of her.  She kicked off her flat
heeled shoes and didn't have nylons on so it didn't
take long to shed her blouse, bra, skirt and panties.

	Misty was impressed with the size and shape of
her breasts.  She had large dark brown areolas with
fat nipples.  Her pussy had dark brown hairs on it.
Misty didn't know if the triangle shape was natural or
if Kristine shaved it that way.

	Seeing her naked she felt even more inferior to
her but she could not object this time when Kristine
moved to pull her panties down.

	Kristine didn't seem disappointed when she saw
the light dusting of light brown hairs on her pubis.
Kristine sat down on the sofa and pulled Misty down
alongside her.  She put one arm around her body and
placed the other hand between her legs while she
kissed her on the mouth.  Misty could not believe how
much she enjoyed the way Kristine was playing with
her.

	She had always been apprehensive about
Kristine's brother getting her pregnant no matter
how good playing with him had been.  Having sex with
his sister freed her from any concern about
pregnancy.

	Kristine knelt before her and sucked her pussy
until she climaxed.  While Misty flopped back and
rested her head while she recovered Kristine stepped
upon the couch so that she was standing with her
feet on either side of Misty's hips and bent her knees
until her pussy was being pressed against her mouth.

	Misty looked up at the hairy pussy and knew
what was expected.  She started licking her pussy
before she actually placed her mouth over her cunt
and drove her tongue deep into her canal.  She also
reached up around Kristine's hips and took hold of
both tits.  She felt proud of herself when she felt
her climax.  She knew this was not going to be the
last time.

	They only had to hide their relationship for a
short time before her brother went away to college.
It was not long before he wrote home that he was
getting married to a girl he met at college.

	Misty and Kristine were constant companions
through high school and went away to the University
of Illinois together.



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