“That’s a double-sided dildo, Lindsey!”
“A what? You actually know what this is? I knew you were a little slut!” Lindsey uncoiled it. “Well, what do you do with it?” she asked.
“I thought you were the one that was having all the sex! I haven’t gotten laid in years,” I admitted. “I know because I watched a show about lesbians and there were these girls talking about double-sided dildos so I looked them up online.”
“Why were you watching a lesbian show?” Lindsey demanded to know.
“I…um…I don’t know…” I didn’t have a good answer for this. I had no idea why I had watched a lesbian show. It had been a documentary about lesbians that explained what their day to day lives had been like. I had been fascinated, unable to change the channel or look away.
“Should we try it out?” Lindsey asked?
“Try out the dildo? It’s for two people, Lindsey.”
“Holly, I’m not stupid. I know it’s for two people. I’m asking if you want to try it with me.”
“Me and you?”
“Yeah. Me and you.”
“But we’re sisters!”
“Stepsisters. We’re not related and you’re not the only one that hasn’t gotten laid in ages.”
“Wait, Lindsey! You’re always flirting with everyone! How can that be?”
“Flirting and fucking are two different things,” she moved closer to me and I was shocked when my stepsister kissed me right on the mouth. I let it happen, scared to tell her to stop. I didn’t want her to stop. As much as I hated her as a sister, as a lover, I was loving her. Our mouths were hungry, all that pent up desire finally having a place to go. Her arms wrapped around my waist and I wrapped mine around her neck. I pulled her closer to me, allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth. At this moment, she was no longer my stepsister. At this moment she was the girl I was giving myself to and it felt so good.
I knew why I had watched that lesbian show. I knew why this was feeling so good. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. It would have been easier to keep pretending to be straight and not having sex at all than it was to surrender myself to Lindsey that day in her bedroom. He hands wandered all over my body and I let mine do the same, following her lead.
“Lindsey, you feel so good,” I moaned into her mouth.
“You do too,” she moaned right back. We peeled each other’s clothes off until we were wearing nothing but our t-shirts. She pushed me back onto her bed and spread my legs. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you,” she admitted as her tongue stroked my pussy for the first time. I let her lick me, loving the way her mouth felt on my pussy. I could feel my whole body shaking as her tongue worked my clit. She knew what she was doing, that much was obvious. She had eaten pussy before. I was scared. I had never eaten pussy before. I’d never done anything lesbian, although I had deeply wanted to. What if Lindsey didn’t like what I did with my tongue? What if I wasn’t good enough?
“I don’t think I can do this,” I tried to get out of the situation before I embarrassed myself.
“You’re going to do it, Holly. You said you wanted to and now you’re in this.” She climbed up onto my pussy and she sat right on my face. “Now you can’t go anywhere. I know this is what you want. I see the way you look at me. Now lick my pussy, you lesbian slut!”