Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 22:17:00 +1100
From: Snoopy . <nathan_b16@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sister's Story

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All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted
within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. (MINE) Any
resemblance between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person,
living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If
you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories
it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees
conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own
MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in
your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.

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Chapter 1 Introduction

The sisters loved to be home alone. Maybe that would seem strange for most
young teen who would rather be gallivanting their siblings. But Sue and
Alice were different. They were comfortable with each other. They enjoyed
each other. They actually liked each other. And they had much in common.
Their attraction for each other was in no small part due to their well-to-do
parents who were always away, usually at their respective offices making
more money. For years they had had private schooling, nannies galore and all
of the other niceties that comes to the upper crust. They had the requisite
pets, a dane, a newly-acquired pointer, a nice home and secluded pool. They
never lacked for anything.

For all of their silver spoons, Sue and Alice were neat kids. Nicer ones you
couldn't imagine, no presumptuousness, no smugness, nothing like that, just
nice kids. Hard to believe, huh?

Well, that's not all. Although they weren't the stunning, teeny-bopper,
movie starlets, they were good looking. They were similar, both about
five-two, nicely proportioned, with trim, but not athletic, bodies. The
single year between them didn't show, to Sue's chagrin. They both had sweet
oval faces, haloed by soft, lush brown hair flowing over their shoulders and
cascading down their flawless, lightly tanned backs.

Their intriguing young breasts would never turn the eye of the Madison
Avenue-conditioned male trained to gravitate to the protruding mountains of
silicone, but their appeal was beguiling. The soft pink flesh gently, but
irresistibly, rose from their slim chests to lusciously peak at the most
adorable areolas you could imagine. The wee nipples crowned the Grecian mons
to perfection. 'Tis a pity that no mortal beyond their own hands had ever
rejoiced in their caress.

But the Creator would be disappointed if the viewer stopped there, for His
greatest works were yet to come. Tearing one's self away from the mounds of
the youthful Venuses, one delights in following another immaculate trail
over the most graceful curves imaginable. The rolling curves gently ebb at
the waist, but carefully hasten outward again at the youthful hips. The flow
so docile that one might be mesmerized into forgetting that Sue and Alice
were women ÄÄ women, who could bedazzle any male, if given the opportunity.
If the Creator had also given them the desire to attract the male of the
species, all would be in chaos. But, dear reader, don't lose our train of
thought. We are not finished our wonderful tour. As we continue our luscious
travail over the sensuous hips we pause only a moment to note that the soft
curls of pubic hair enticing conceal what mere mortals could not even
imagine, so we will bypass heaven for now. As delicious as our excursion has
been the tantalizing and provocative rise of the twin-mons derriere command
attention.

Many plastic surgeons could triple their business if they could duplicate
this magnificent sight before us. But the soft roundness without the
slightest hint of flaw or blemish is irreproducible by Man. If designer
clothes didn't hide these consummate domes from our sight Sue and Alice
would have been submerged in Italian hands.

As we unmercifully sever our sensual attachment to these heavenly hills we
are greeted with two identical long, slender, shapely legs, consistently
without imperfection. The lovely and delicate feet don't disappoint us, just
sledgehammer our minds that we are at the end. We shiver in ecstacy
imagining the first trembling hand to follow this last leg of our journey
the other way!

But the tour we took is only in the imagination, as these two delights are
just now awakening from a satisfying sleep, clad in filmy, expensive
baby-dolls. This was one of the few mornings where they awoke together. They
tried to do this often when their parents were going to leave the house
early. As nice as the house was, it was big and sort of spooky when they
were along. They had slept together less and less in recent times. Although
they enjoyed the companionship of each other more than other siblings, they
did have independent interests.

As they lounged around in bed, they talked of various things and
interspersed their ramblings with mutual hugs and sweet, sisterly kisses,
something they had each missed. With no noticeable change, their embraces
and kisses seemed to last longer and longer. For some reason, this morning,
the very touch of each others faintly-clad bodies was exciting.

When they awakened this morning Alice had commented that this felt like a
special day, but she couldn't place her finger on exactly why she felt like
that. Sue only felt excited, just as she did any rainy and dreary day.

It was Sue who first noticed, "You feel so warm and soft this morning,
Alice. And you smell so good. You didn't get some perfume, did you?"

"Hardly, but I was thinking the same thing. When I hold you, your body seems
to radiate heat. When you trembled a few moments ago, it sent a delicious
flutter up my spine. Do you suppose that was an orgasm?" she chuckled.

They were comfortable with each other. They had totally confided in each
other early on, so they were very relaxed talking about this sort of stuff.
Since they had commonly slept together they had even advanced to some pretty
sensuous fondling of each other. Neither had ever experienced an orgasm,
though. They had once mutually revealed that they wanted to, someday, but
passion was not really foremost in their young minds.

"I don't think so, but maybe we should go with the flow."

"Now, what are you suggesting, Young Lady. Do you imagine me to be one of
those brutes in Daddy's videos?" Alice spoke in mock rebuke.

Once they had discovered a porn video that their father had rented. That
struck them as odd, as he never seemed to have time for that sort of stuff
at home, or at least that is what they had heard their mother tell a friend
over the phone one day. But she had added that it was just as well, "I would
rather work than screw, anyway," she had remarked.

Anyway, all the girls saw was huge-busted whorey-women benignly presenting
themselves to a string of self-centered creeps with huge cocks.

Over the years the girls had gradually learned about physical love-making.
First, it was from friends at their schools, then a few clandestine books
borrowed from here and there. (These same tutors had advised them that huge
cocks were rare and not of significance by themselves, anyway.) And then the
video. For a long time that had turned them totally off of this line of
thought. Only recently had the subject come up a few times, usually because
of comments friends had made. They all wondered if there wasn't something
more to this thing. Or was it just another something for men, like TV
football.

Anyway, Alice's tongue-in-cheek rebuke was taken correctly and Sue responded
in kind, "I don't know. What do you have?"

Alice threw off the covers, stood up on the bed, pulled up her tops and
quickly back down, and shot back, "Help yourself."

She tried to keep a mischievous smile on her face, but somehow the joke was
wearing thin. She trembled in anticipation, hoping beyond hope that Sue
wouldn't think she was joking. The thought flashed through her pretty head
that she was actually holding something back from her sister for the first
time in her life. "Why in the hell must physical love have to cause the
psychological distress it does," she thought.

Sue's grin faded quickly as she glanced from the lowers to Alice's lovely
face. "Really? Can I really look. I have wanted to do this for a long time."

"God, Sue. I have wanted you to and wanted to look at you. Why couldn't we
have just talked about it like we do everything else?"

But she didn't wait for an answer. With a sensuousness that would have
aroused a eunuch she slowly lifted the gossamer pajamas and slipped it over
her head. With a catch in her breath she dropped it off the bed and slowly
lowered herself back down next to Sue. Never once did she take her eyes off
of Sue's.

Sue, copping a quick glance at those delightful, pert and perfect breasts,
sporting exquisitely erect nipples yearning to be touched, reached out to
hold Alice. Without any word they embraced and began a kiss that might never
end.

At first every movement they made, be it the fleeting search by their
tongues or the seemingly random motion of their soft hands over each others
bodies, was slow and almost unsure. But as the kiss deepened and they grew
more comfortable with the new heights they unknowingly were ascending, the
indecisiveness dissolved and they moved, seemingly in unison, with new
confidence, conscious and deliberate, then eager.

For many long, dreamy minutes (for us clock watchers) they passionately
cavorted, rejoicing in the delightful sensitivity of each others bodies.
Somewhere along the line, Sue's babydoll rode up to around her neck so that
as they extended their kissing their bodies pressed flesh to chaste flesh.
The difference between adult urgency and childlike joy was so very apparent
now. Only fleetingly did they venture near Society's designated erotic
zones, but their mounting intensity did not reflect the youthful omission.
How wonderful is innocence!

Only when Alice accidentally caught her finger nail in Sue's filmy covering
did the spell break. A quick cry escaped the narrow opening between their
cleaving lips and they parted.

"Ouch. Your jammies are in the way, Sue. Let me take them off."

The normally jocular Sue, taking a role new to her, overlooked that opening
and said, "I could do it, but I would rather you did. Your hands are so soft
and warm. Remember when I let Jack get his hand inside my blouse last month?
He felt like a rough, clammy dish rag. He even scratched me. If he had felt
like you I would have given him my cherry, I know!"

As Alice extricated Sue from her pajamas she quickly resumed the kiss which
had so excited them. This time they only held the kiss for a few moments.
With no visible sign they parted and held each other a foot or so apart. For
many moments they held each others loving gaze.

At exactly the same moment each reached up and placed their hands on the
others lithe waist for a few sighs. Again, with no visible sign their tender
fingers began a slow trace, first around a small circles, slowly growing
larger. Their respective touches were scarcely perceptible and, no doubt,
wouldn't even have been noticed if their sensitivity wasn't so intense. As
the bravery of their gentle and kind digits increased they moved upwards
towards the luscious globes. Although Alice lingered around Sue's naval, Sue
did not prolong the agonizing delay and reached up to enfold the delectable
mounds. As her fingers slowly encircled the soft, heaving orbs, Alice
reciprocated.

Being careful not to interfere with their dallying progeny exploring the
delights they leaned together and commenced another fervent kiss. Their
mutual heavy breathing made it difficult, but they survived. And prospered.

Another eternity passed unnoticed by the lovingly entwined couple. Who is to
say how long it would have continued or where it would have ended. But fate
interrupted.