Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2010 23:34:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: ben albrecht <orpfynmakyr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Sketching my sister"

"Sketching My Sister" by GrandMoff

Notice: This is a fictional story, intended for the entertainment of
readers. It involves sexual situations between two sisters, one of
whom is underage, i.e. (F/f, incest.) If this offends you, please
don't read the story.  Any resemblance between these characters and
any person is coincidental.

-oOo-

Drawing and painting have been my favorite activities since I was seven or
eight years old. Art requires concentration and solitude. I spent a lot of
time alone--pencil, brush, or pen in hand. Some people called me strange,
but it was how I had to work.

By the time I was 13, I drew people--women, men, girls, boys--more than
anything else. But I noticed that my art was not improving, and I grew
frustrated. I wanted to be much better than I was.

I was 15 when I decided I had to have a model. It was a dilemma. I didn't
have enough money to pay for one. I didn't dare ask one of my few friends
to do it.

My art teacher, Ms. Wallace, noticed my despondent attitude. At first I
didn't tell her what was wrong, but she insisted. She promised that she
would keep it to herself, so I leveled with her. That turned out to be a
great move, because she had a great solution. She said she had a few
friends who modeled and would be happy to pose for me free of charge,
though only for an hour or two per week.

"Oh, Ms. Wallace, thank you so much!" I told her. "It's been so
disheartening, seeing my skills stagnate--"

"You're welcome, but there still may be a problem. I met these friends in
college, and they live in Chico."

(I ought to mention who I am and what my situation is, I think. My name is
Bara Kokovinis. I live in a little town called Rich Bar, in northern
California. I'm American, with heritage that is mostly Japanese (my mom's
side) and Greek (my dad's side.) I'm 5'3", 117 lb, with kinky long
black hair which I usually wear up, light brown eyes, and easily-tanned
mahogany-colored skin. I'll be 16 in October. I have an older brother and
an older sister. Anyway, to my story.)

"I can't get to Chico," I said quietly.

"Sure you can; I'll take you," Ms. Wallace said cheerfully. "If your
parents will let you go, of course."

"Oh, I couldn't accept--"

"Please, come with me. I want to see your art improve and I want to help
you." She lowered her voice. "Don't tell anyone. I know I shouldn't have a
favorite, but I do. You're it."

"Ms. Wallace, thank you. I mean it, thank you."

-oOo-

Saturday morning saw me in the passenger seat of Ms. Wallace's sturdy
F150. I was grinning, and she caught me off-guard with her sudden
statement. "You look happier than I've ever seen you," she said.

"I am happy, Ms. Wallace, very happy!"

"Call me Korrina, okay?"

"Korrina? Your first name's Roberta, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, and I don't like it. Korrina's my middle name, and it's much
better."

"You said you've gotten a friend to agree to model for me? Who is she,
Korrina? What's she like?"

"Her name's Rose--"

I had to giggle.

"What?" my teacher asked.

"It's a coincidence. My name is the Japanese word for Rose."

"That's a coincidence, all right. Bara means Rose? Cool, I didn't know
that."

"But I interrupted," I said. "Tell me about her."

"Let's see...she's my age, 28. She's over 5'7", and thin enough to make
me envious. She's an artist; quiet, but with an easy smile. I think she'll
like you a lot."

"She doesn't mind posing for someone as young as I am?"

"Not at all. She was in your position once."

-oOo-

Ms. Wallace took me to Chico every two weeks. It was great. She had three
friends who took turns modeling for me: Rose, Sandra, and Aevry. I liked
all of them. They and Ms. Wallace were fun to be with and they loved
treating me to cake or pie and tea. My art improved, and so did my
self-confidence. I was a bit embarrassed at the beginning, but they
quickly put me at ease (which is kind of backwards, I suppose!) I found it
easier to focus.

-oOo-

My sister, Ame, lived in an apartment in Paradise but returned to my
parents' house nearly every weekend. She's 20, and a very private person,
so I was surprised when I was drawing in my room one Saturday and heard
her knock. I let her in and she sat across my table, in a comfortable old
oak chair. She was in the mood to talk.

"Wow, that's nice," she praised, referring to the drawing I was making, a
picture of a smiling young woman holding an umbrella.

"Thanks," I said.

"Much better than a year ago."

"Thanks," I said again.

"How have you improved so much recently, Bara?" she asked casually.

"Just working harder, I guess."

"Really?"

"Ame," I said, looking her in the eyes, "I'm losing my concentration.
Could you please talk about something else?"

"I'm sorry. Something else, then. Mom tells me you're gone every other
Saturday for several hours. Where are you going?"

"Just...out with friends," I answered as calmly as I could.

"A guy, maybe?"

"No," I laughed, "not a guy. I just go out--you know--talk, have pie, drink
tea, that kind of thing."

"Well, good for you," Ame said. "You've changed, for the better. You're
happier and more assertive."

"Am I?"

"Sure you are."

"That's nice of you."

"I'll have to meet your friends some time."

I was tired of playing defense. "I'd like to meet some of yours too," I
said. "When are you going to let me come visit you at your apartment?"

"Suppertime, girls!" our dad called from downstairs.

-oOo-

The school year was nearly over, so I asked Ms. Wallace if our next trip
to Chico would be the last.

"No way!" she said. "I'm too selfish; I like being with you too much to
stop our expeditions. And so do Aevry, Rose, and Sandra."

I blushed. "Thank you. I love being with all of you."

So our visits to the city continued through the summer. My art looked
nothing like it had a year ago. I grew closer to Korrina, Rose, and the
others. Sometimes we'd go shopping or swimming, or to the tennis courts
after the modeling sessions. I was having the time of my life.

Nothing goes smoothly forever.

It was a Saturday morning in late July. I was riding with my eyes closed,
enjoying the smell of the trees and the feel of the wind. Then I felt
Korrina take a turn we hadn't taken before. "What's up?" I asked.

"Time for a little bad news," my teacher said with a sigh. "Aevry called
me yesterday. Her brother-in-law was killed in a car accident and she's
going to the funeral today."

"That's terrible," I said.

"Not really--Aevry and I hated him. She's just going to support her sister.
The guy cheated on her all the time, but she loved him."

I didn't know what to say. "Oh," I muttered.

"But don't worry about it, Bara," Ms. Wallace said quickly. "I'm sorry; I
wasn't trying to bring you down.

"Anyway, none of that is the real point."

"It's not?" I was a little confused.

"There's good news too, and that's the point. Aevry called a friend of
hers who agreed to model in her place. That's why we turned early."

"Oh. Wow, that was nice of her--of both of them."

"I don't know her very well, but she's beautiful and seems really nice.
She'll be a great model, I know."

"How's Aevry's sister?" I asked.

"Not so good. We think she'll get over it, though."

"Does she have any children?"

"No. It's probably a good
thing that they didn't have kids; it would be hard on them. She's said
before that she wants children, but--damn! I think I just missed our turn!"

"Oops," I said. "I'll be quiet so you can concentrate."
"Ah!" Korrina said triumphantly. "I didn't overshoot after all. Here it
is."

In seconds, we were parked in front of a large yellow three-story house. I
grabbed my stuff and Korrina led me into the building and up the steps to
the top floor. She knocked. I felt a bit nervous, but excited.

A woman opened the door. I nearly dropped my bag.

"Hi," Ms. Wallace said.

"Ame!" I said.

"Bara!" she said, just as shocked.

"You two know each other?" Ms. Wallace asked.

"Yes,w--"

"--Not very well," I interrupted loudly. "But we get along well when we do
see each other. Still...are you sure you don't mind posing for me, Ame? I
mean, I'm sure you have other things to do."

"It's no trouble at all," she said, mischief suddenly appearing in her
eyes. "Surprised though I am, it's really good to see you."

I was suspicious. "It's nice to see you too," I answered warily.

"What kind of poses were you looking for?" Ame asked. "I'm new to this;
I'm afraid you'll have to direct me."

"Should I leave?' Ms. Wallace asked. I'd forgotten she was there!

"No need, please stay," my sister requested smoothly. "Do what you like--I
have movies, books, magazines."

"I brought my own. Thanks," Korrina said. She pulled a paperback from her
purse and sat on a padded chair near the counter that separated the
kitchen from the living room.

This was a strange situation, but I was here to work on my art. "Could you
show me around so I can judge the light and the settings?"

"Certainly."

After the brief tour, I decided that the living room, with its large
south-facing windows, would work the best. "Okay, this spot is quite
suitable," I said. "Let's try a lying pose first; you may want to
use a few of those throw pillows for comfort."

"Good thinking." Ame collected four of them and set them on the carpet.
She paused very briefly. She opened her robe and shrugged it from her
shoulders in one smooth motion.

The last time I had seen Ame naked I had been five or six years old. She
blew away all my other models. I guessed she was 5'1" or 5'2" and
106-108 lbs. Her flawless skin was a shade darker than mine, with no tan
lines. Under that perfect skin were strong, firm muscles. Her wavy black
hair fell past her shoulders and glistened with health. She had no body
hair, so all her skin could be seen. Her hips weren't wide or narrow; they
were just very nice to look at. And her chest? I'm a little taller than
she is, but she's always had larger breasts. For the first time, I saw how
much larger. They were true D-cups or maybe even a tad bigger, and shaped
exquisitely. Her areolas and nipples were large and dark brown, very
pretty.

Could this goddess possibly be my sister?

I wanted to stare, but this wasn't the time. Once I had pencil in hand, I
could look all I liked. From all angles. I was going to have fun
today!

But what was I thinking? This was my sister! Gorgeous, but should I look
at her as anything other than my sister? Wasn't it wrong to feel pleasure
because of looking at her body, no matter how beautiful it was?

On the other hand, she'd offered to be my model. If she had no objection,
why should I? And I did want to improve. And she was the ideal subject.

I looked at her as objectively as I could. I put guilt out of my mind.

I started sketching.

I had her take six poses in all. I kept drawing.

"Bara, it's been almost two hours," Ms. Wallace said suddenly.

I couldn't believe it, and Ame looked startled by the revelation also. But
it was true. I had 21 sketches, all of excellent quality. The time had
flown past.

My sister put on her robe. "Let me make you some tea before you go," she
offered.

"Korrina?" I asked.

"Sounds good," my teacher said.

We talked idly before Korrina and I set off for Rich Bar. Just before we
left, Ame let me know that this was anything but over. She said, "We'll
have to talk when I see you next, Bara. I want to know you better than I
do."

I didn't think it would be long before I saw her again. I was right. Less
than an hour after Ms. Wallace had dropped me off at home, I heard the
front door open and close. Then she knocked at the door to my room. "Come
in, Ame," I said, sounding as bored as I could.

She entered and shut the door.

"You got so much better. Now I know how," she said. "Why didn't you tell
me?"

"Uncertainty, I guess. I didn't know what you'd think. But I know now,
don't I?"

"You have to let me see them!" she said, grinning evilly.

"They aren't ready; they're only sketches until I can finish them and turn
them into--"

"Come on. I was the model; you owe me."

"No way. Rose never makes any demands."

"I'm not Rose." Ame leaned nearer, her face a few inches from mine.

"What's the harm? Let me see." She took the sketchbook from my suddenly
weak hands.

"Wow! They're very nice. You've made me look so beautiful," she said, and
I could tell she meant it. I blushed, which only embarrassed me more.

"I drew what was there and no more," I said. "If they're beautiful, it's
because you are." She looked happy to hear it, not shocked. I went on.
"Aevry is quite good-looking. So are Rose and Sandra. But they don't
compare to you. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I never noticed just
how beautiful you are."

"I'll model for you again, if you'd like," Ame offered. She gently took my
hand and lifted it, touching each finger in turn. "I never noticed how
much skill was in this hand of yours."

"Thank you."

"I don't understand why you didn't want Korrina to know we're sisters;
care to tell me?"

I had to think, unsure of my own motives. "I don't know. When I saw you, I
thought--it seemed smarter to tell her when I was ready. Not right away."

Ame looked askance at me for a moment. "Tell her when you're ready, then.
In the meantime, give me an answer. Do you want me to model for you again
or not?"

"Of course I do."

-oOo-

Ame picked me up the next Friday, took me to her place, and posed for me.
She had rearranged some of the lights in her apartment, so the lighting
was better this time around. She had moved some of the furniture too, I
noticed. I drew sketches of her for more than two hours.

When we ended the session, I made tea for us and we started talking. I
felt closer to her than I ever had. "I truly appreciate this," I told her.
"I'll bet it's hard, stripping for your kid sister."

We both laughed. "No!" she said. "We are sisters, so I know I'm safe with
you. Besides, I'm proud of my body. Showing it to an artist is
satisfying."

"Hm," I mused, "if I had a body like yours, I'd probably like showing it
off too."

"What was that?" Ame asked slyly.

"I'm just saying it makes sense," I said, turning red. "You've always
turned heads. You said you're proud of your body and you should be."

"That's sweet," she said.

I prepared myself to ask what I'd wondered for a while. I cleared my
throat and began. "It's none of my business, but do you have a boyfriend?"

"What?" Ame's eyes widened. "No, I don't. I thought you would've talked to
Aevry about me..."

"If I have a question about you, it's you I'm going to ask," I said. "I
hate gossip."

"Good for you; that's rare among girls your age." Ame took a deep breath.

"Mom and Dad won't like it, so please don't tell them."

I nodded.

"Aevry used to be my lover."

I tried not to let my shock show. "Really? I mean, you and Jeremy--"

"I'm sorry to spring it on you, Bara-chan," Ame said quietly, using the
Japanese ending she'd used for me when we were kids. "I shouldn't have
blurted it like that, but I couldn't think of a better way.
"Jeremy's just a good friend; he always has been. I didn't want to get
harassed in high school, so he agreed to fake being a couple with me.
There's no need to pretend anymore. Since he moved to Oregon, we haven't
seen each other in quite a while.

"Please don't be mad. I'm the same Ame you've always known."

"I'm not mad at all. But--it's weird--I mean--I never guessed! I had no
idea!"

"I wanted to tell you many times," my sister said. "I was scared that I'd
freak you out."

"Give me a hug, Ame-chan," I said.
I hugged her and she lightly held me. I wrapped my arms more tightly
around her and she got the hint and hugged me normally, like she always
had. "You'll always be my big sister and I'll always love you," I
whispered.

"I love you too," she breathed.

We drew apart. I passed her a box of tissues and she wiped her face.
When she got her composure, she smiled at me. "You're the best," she said.

"You aren't off the hook, you know," I laughed. "You said Aevry `used to
be' your lover. What happened?"

"Seriously?" Ame asked. "We didn't have enough in common, I guess. She
doesn't mind a mess; she's kind of lazy; things like that. We just didn't
work out."

"Are you seeing anyone now?"

"No, and I'm not looking. I'm fine by myself at present. But how about
you? Anyone special in your life?"

"Are you kidding? Not interested! Besides, there's too much going on in my
life."

-oOo-

Because I went to Chico with Ms. Wallace and to Paradise with Ame, I piled
up drawings fast. I went through book after book, filling each. Korrina
and Ame said they were excellent and I accepted the praise graciously.

-oOo-

On the last Friday in July, I was at Ame's apartment again. She wanted to
show me something before the session, but made me promise not to laugh.

"Drawings of yours?" I asked calmly.

Her eyes widened.

"I know you too well, Ame. I promise not to laugh at your work. I'm sure
it's very good stuff, and I'd never laugh at you. Don't you know that?"

"You do know me too well!" She pulled a sketchbook from her top shelf.

"Here they are."

"They're good," I said as I turned the pages slowly. "For the work of a
beginner, they're very, very good."

"They're based on your sketches--not much more than copies," she said. "I
know how much you improved, working with a model. Do you think I could
learn faster that way too?"

"Without a doubt," I said.

"Then could you model for me after I have for you?"

"Me? Me?"

"Please, Bara? Just once?"

Her brown doe eyes were impossible to resist. "All right. I owe you.
You've done so much for me; I'll do it."

"Thank you!" She smiled warmly. "Give me a minute and I'll pose for you
first." She put away her sketches, slipped out of her clothes, and let me
direct her. I had her try six poses in an hour and a half. She was
perfect, as usual.

She put on her robe while I set down my pencils and paper. "My turn, I
guess?" I asked with a nervous laugh.

"I'll get my book and pencils. I have a robe and hangers waiting for you
on my closet door."

I went to her bedroom and began to undress. It seemed a little more
difficult than usual, but I soon had my shirt and shorts hanging on the
doorknob, my underwear folded neatly, and one of Ame's comfortable cotton
robes draped loosely on my body. I rejoined Ame in the living room.

"Ready when you are," she said. "I'd like to start with a kneeling pose,
right knee up, next to the bookshelf, looking out the window."

I swallowed hard. I undid the sash, opened the robe, and let it slide off
my body. As I got down on one knee, I stumbled just a bit. Ame noticed.

Her voice was concerned. "Bara, hold out your hand."

I did.

In an instant, she had her arms around me, kneeling beside me. "Oh my
poor Bara-chan; you're shaking like a leaf! Please forgive me. I had no
idea this would upset you so much."

Her compassion moved me. I forced a smile onto my face. "Thank you,
Ame-onee-chan, but let me pose for you. I want to. I need to have more
courage. It's not like you're asking me to do something painful or
embarrassing. I want to do this for you; I'll get used to it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay. But we can stop any time."

My smile became genuine. "Right." I was still a bundle of nerves, but I
got into the pose that Ame wanted. I could feel her eyes on me. I felt
flushed. My heart thumped.

"So beautiful," she murmured. I don't think she thought I could hear her.

I didn't agree, but now wasn't the time to argue. I kept my mouth shut.
Ame had me adopt four more poses before she was finished. I was right: I
stopped trembling a minute or two after we began and felt at ease with my
nudity in her presence. But I didn't forget my nudity. Indeed, I stayed
excited as her depthless dark brown eyes studied me. I found myself
enjoying her gaze while she saw all my secrets, and that was a little
shocking. But I guessed it was normal. Otherwise, who would ever model?

"I'm done," Ame said, setting down her book. "Thank you very much."

I put on the robe she'd given me. "No problem. It was fun."

She turned to look at me. Her eyes were wide with surprise. "Bara...you're
amazing, you know that?"

My cheeks grew hot. "No, I'm not," I said, looking at my toes.

"You are. Believe it." She gently lifted my chin. "You have the
concentration, the patience, the confidence; you're remarkable. I've never
met anyone like you."

I couldn't talk, but I beamed at her, showing my gratitude.

"Come on," she said. "We'll have chocolate cake with our tea and we'll
show each other our sketches."

I made the tea. She served the cake. We sat next to each other at her
table, looking at our work. She praised mine (and they were good, if I say
so myself.) Then we looked at her drawings.

"They're good, but don't exaggerate so much," I said.

"What do you mean?" Ame asked.

"You've made me look too good. In this facial study, for example," I held
up the sketch and pointed, "the lips, the eyes and the lashes, they
aren't--"

"--Come on, I want to show you," she said, grabbing my arm and leading me to
her bedroom. She brought me to her mirror and stood behind me.

Her little finger gently touched my face, moving as she talked. "These
lashes are beautiful," she said quietly. "They have to be: they frame the
most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. These lips--they're gorgeous--so full,
so exquisite. I--I can't help wanting--

"--I know you might hate me for asking, but just once...may I kiss you?"

Her intensity was frightening, exciting, and completely irresistible. My
sister, yes--but she was alluring. I desired to be kissed by her. She had
me. "Yes," I squeaked.

Oh, she knew how to kiss! Her delicious, tender lips slowly caressed mine,
a small bit at a time, leaving no part neglected. I grew weak in the knees
as her heavenly mouth made pure contact with mine. I did my best to follow
her lead.

Apparently, she liked what I did. "Oh, you're a great kisser," she
whispered after we'd separated. "I'm really glad I asked. Bara, was that
too wrong of me?"

"It wasn't wrong at all," I said, reaching out and running my fingers
through her hair. "I'm happy. I love you, and I know you love me. I'm...so..."

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed her again! She
relaxed into it, and I was overwhelmed. Her smell, her feel, her taste--in
that instant, she was a part of me.

I released her. She smiled at me with true joy. "You're right," she said.
I do love you. The night I left for Chico, I cried, because I missed my
sister."

"I cried too," I admitted, "each of the first three nights you were gone."

"Would you come to lunch with me next week, before our next drawing
meeting?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

-oOo-

We had sandwiches and lemonade in Chico at 1:00, then we went back to her
place in Paradise. She was wearing CoolWater--a wonderful fragrance--and as
she drove, my glance kept drifting to her. She looked gorgeous in her
tight red-and-white halter top and black denim miniskirt.

Was she trying to turn me on? I loved that perfume. She kept
shifting in her seat, causing her skirt to creep up toward her hips,
revealing her lovely legs. She'd put a Keiko Matsui CD in her stereo (Ame
knows I adore her music) and let it play softly. Every now and then, I'd
catch her looking at me with a glimmer in her eye. She was affecting me,
whether she meant to or not.

As soon as we entered her apartment, I had my answer. "Bara, I know I said
`just once,' but--" She leaned and brought her face to within inches of
mine, never breaking eye contact.

I nodded, answering her unfinished plea.

We kissed. Her divine lips breathed sweet air into my lungs. She sighed
into my mouth. I was aware of her chest pressed into mine, the strong,
slender body I held in my arms. I knew that body by sight. Now I was
learning it by touch also. Being with her was exciting. My heart was
racing.

We separated, breathing heavily. "Like wine," my sister said. "You're
intoxicating.

"So! Shall I pose first?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I have three poses I know I need to see."

She posed for me, and looked more gorgeous than ever. Two hours later, she
put on her robe. I set down my paper and stood. I shed my robe.

"Your tan lines are very appealing," Ame said abruptly. "They highlight
your skin tone and your innocence." My cheeks and ears grew warm.

"You blush so easily; it's adorable!" she continued. She advanced. I
stood there, unable to move. Her right index finger lightly touched the thin
line of untanned skin between my breasts.

I gasped at the contact.

That seemed to wake her. She pulled away violently, as if she'd been
electrocuted; and she turned her face away from me. "Please get dressed.
I'll take you home," she said in a voice filled with pain.

"But Ame, w--"

"-Don't argue! You have to go. We have to stop doing this."

I embraced her from behind. She struggled weakly, but I needed her reason,
so I held her. "Why, onee-chan? Have I done something wrong?"

"Because I want you." Her voice quivered. "I thought I'd be able to
control myself, but--when I'm with you--I want to be your girlfriend! I want
to kiss you everywhere. I want to make love to you. Let me go!"

I kissed her ear. She stood completely still. "I love you, Ame. If we
separate now, when will we see each other next? Being away from you would
hurt me. Wouldn't it hurt you?"

"But...I want you. Not being able to have you hurts too," my older sister
said softly.

I swallowed. "Then, please be gentle," I stammered.

She didn't respond immediately.  To make sure she understood me,
I let my hands start
wandering, very lightly, over her voluptuous body. I kissed each earlobe.

She rested her hands on mine and relaxed into the front of my body.
"This is big, you know," she groaned. "It's serious. It means something.
Are you sure you want to make love with me?"

And I did know, just then. "I want nothing else."

Ame turned around. Her arms clasped my waist. "I'll teach you," she
murmured into my neck. "Let me, my adorable baby sister." She pulled the
barrettes from my hair and it fell free.

I wish I could say I remember it all, but I was overwhelmed. I burned
beneath her touch. I didn't know I could feel so much pleasure. I asked
her to break my hymen and she did; I don't remember any pain at all. I
remember her lips, her tongue, her palms and fingers, her hair, her breath
even. She used all she had to make me climax over and over. I was not even
close to ready for this orgasmic deluge.

I woke in her arms in the early evening. She was awake, stroking my hair.
My body ached everywhere, but it was a wonderful, dull ache that reminded
me of my sister's passion.

"How do you feel?" Ame asked, kissing my forehead.

"Oh," I groaned. "Ah. I'm so worn out!"

"I might have overdone it," she chuckled. "Sorry."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she answered.

"I want to do that for you, but I know I couldn't do as much as you've
done for me."

"Don't sell yourself short," Ame laughed. "You've always been a quick
study." She gave me a sly wink.

I crept up her body and kissed her perfect lips. "Let me know what you
like. I want to make you happy," I murmured. My muscles burned
delightfully as I moved to lie full-length on top of her. I kissed her
neck lightly.

"Mm," she sighed, "very nice...but I like kisses on my upper chest even
more."

I did as she asked. I blanketed her shoulders and chest with kisses,
though I left her areolas alone for the time being. Each time I kissed,
the touch of my lips became a little lighter. Ame noticed.

"Losing interest?" she jibed between pants.

I grinned secretly. I knew I was getting to her.

"Come on, Bara!" she said at last. "You said you wanted...me to tell
you...what I liked."

"But I never said I'd do it," I whispered. "Good things come to those who
wait."

"I should have known...you'd be a tease!" she said, laughing breathlessly.
"How about my poor pussy? When's she going to get some love, huh?"

In answer, I crawled down her body, keeping my tongue in contact with her
soft, smooth skin all the while. For the moment, I somehow resisted the
temptation and bypassed her sweet-smelling (and delicious-looking) delta
and worshipped her beautiful legs with my mouth. She seemed to like that,
particularly when I kissed the hollows behind her knees.

"Oh, Bara!" Ame said quietly, her voice like an angel's to my ears. My
pulse raced. I lost all my patience. My hunger for my sister's pussy
surged. I put my shoulders beneath her legs and moved up. Her scent was so
heavy it was tangible.

My tongue touched her lower lips. It was incredible. She chanted her
delight. I went crazy with her taste and...

...Here again, my memory isn't good enough. I can say this: my pleasure at
making my sister come was as great as my orgasms had been earlier! I don't
expect anyone to believe it, but it's true. Hearing her trying to gasp my
name--I can't tell you the feelings it gave me.

At last, she had to push me away, and we lay on her bed, in blissful
union. We were totally aware of each other. I held her tight. We fell
asleep.

Let me say here that I'm not self-absorbed. I know I'm not the first girl
in history to make love with her sister. But I wondered if anyone had ever
felt the way I did then. I woke with Ame in my embrace.

For an instant, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Then I felt a bit
of guilt. But after that, I felt only gratitude. I'd found what most
people never will, though they might spend their whole lives searching.

I'd found the love of my life.

I lay there, with my sleeping sister, until she awoke. It might have been
an hour or more.

I watched her as she woke up. She didn't appear to go through the conflict
I'd had. She gave me her dazzling smile. "I know your parents pretty well.
I don't think they'll worry if you spend the night," she offered.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "This bed's comfy, and I'm sure we'll be able to think
of something to do to entertain ourselves." I leaned down and kissed her.

"I love you," Ame said when she could.

"I love you," I answered.

"And I love you."

"I love you too!"

"I love you--now come on; we need a shower."

"'We need a shower'--I like how you're thinking," I said with a broad grin.
"Ame...I can't tell you--I mean--I love you so much..."

"...I know, Bara-chan," she said. "I don't think there are any words for
it."

-oOo-

I stayed the night, all right. Ame and I had just discovered our passion,
and we were insatiable.