Lesbian Female / 28
First time coming out with this,
When I was 14 my mother married a man who had two kids, a boy and girl twins. They were 15, but we were in the same grade.
I had to room with the girl, my new 'sister' and he had his own room. Things got off to a quick start and my mother got pregnant right away. My new 'sister' and I shared a big bed and she was a hugger and from just about the first night she was going to spoon me and hug me. At first I thought it was weird but being hugged like that felt good and I let her.
One night we were all hugged up and she asked me if I had ever touched a boy. She clarified and asked if I had ever touched a penis or sucked one. I told her no, I had not done that, and she said if I wanted to I could touch her brother.
That led to the conversation of how much sexual experience I had, and she cupped my boobs and asked me if I liked that. I told her no, but I did, I liked her hugging me and putting her arms around me, I liked feeling her tight against my back and having her put her leg over me to sleep. I didn't take her hands off my boobs and she put her hands under my top and really felt me up while she hugged me real tight. She asked me if I was getting wet, because when you got felt up you got wet, and she put her hand down between my legs and asked me to open my legs and she felt me up and fingered me. I was wet. She stopped suddenly and just hugged me real tight and said she was real happy to have a sister of her own.
I found a lot about what I liked, for the next several weeks we experimented with all sorts of things, and we started to make out and kiss. We brought each other to orgasm and then would just lay together and hold each other real tight. Sometimes late at night she would wake me up to ask me if I was happy that our parents had decided to get married so we could be together. I didn't know it at the time, but I was falling in love with her.
We started to dress alike and we had our hair cut the same way and we told everyone we were sisters, we ate lunch at school together, we did homework together, we set the table together, we made the bed together, we showered together, and we slept and made love together. And every night she would put her arms around me and I would get as close as I could to her. That year while my mother was pregnant was the best year for me. The new baby brought us even closer, and when my mother announced that she was pregnant again, we knew we would be together forever.
For my 16th birthday we were bought a car, for the two of us. It was our car and we used it to go to school and to run around. She liked to drive and I liked to ride, I only drove when I had to. Freedom was a great feeling, we were so in charge of our lives.
We were getting ready for school and she asked me I had ever thought about having sex with a boy. I told her no, it had never crossed my mind. She thought for a while and then said that maybe we should, to see what it was like. She went to her brother and asked him and he agreed, and at the age of 17 I laid on the bed while he got on top of me and I lost my virginity to him. It felt good, because it really did feel good. She followed later and she lost her virginity. It didn't change how we felt about each other. It was just something for us to remember and talk about.
We are two 'sisters' that live together and are quite happy with how we are. College is behind us and we are building our careers, and living together and sleeping together, still hugged very tight, and I am still being awakened at odd hours for her to ask me crazy things, we still set the table together and make the bed together. The day my mother got married I found my 'sister', the love of my life.
When I was 14 my mother married a man who had two kids, a boy and girl twins. They were 15, but we were in the same grade.
I had to room with the girl, my new 'sister' and he had his own room. Things got off to a quick start and my mother got pregnant right away. My new 'sister' and I shared a big bed and she was a hugger and from just about the first night she was going to spoon me and hug me. At first I thought it was weird but being hugged like that felt good and I let her.
One night we were all hugged up and she asked me if I had ever touched a boy. She clarified and asked if I had ever touched a penis or sucked one. I told her no, I had not done that, and she said if I wanted to I could touch her brother.
That led to the conversation of how much sexual experience I had, and she cupped my boobs and asked me if I liked that. I told her no, but I did, I liked her hugging me and putting her arms around me, I liked feeling her tight against my back and having her put her leg over me to sleep. I didn't take her hands off my boobs and she put her hands under my top and really felt me up while she hugged me real tight. She asked me if I was getting wet, because when you got felt up you got wet, and she put her hand down between my legs and asked me to open my legs and she felt me up and fingered me. I was wet. She stopped suddenly and just hugged me real tight and said she was real happy to have a sister of her own.
I found a lot about what I liked, for the next several weeks we experimented with all sorts of things, and we started to make out and kiss. We brought each other to orgasm and then would just lay together and hold each other real tight. Sometimes late at night she would wake me up to ask me if I was happy that our parents had decided to get married so we could be together. I didn't know it at the time, but I was falling in love with her.
We started to dress alike and we had our hair cut the same way and we told everyone we were sisters, we ate lunch at school together, we did homework together, we set the table together, we made the bed together, we showered together, and we slept and made love together. And every night she would put her arms around me and I would get as close as I could to her. That year while my mother was pregnant was the best year for me. The new baby brought us even closer, and when my mother announced that she was pregnant again, we knew we would be together forever.
For my 16th birthday we were bought a car, for the two of us. It was our car and we used it to go to school and to run around. She liked to drive and I liked to ride, I only drove when I had to. Freedom was a great feeling, we were so in charge of our lives.
We were getting ready for school and she asked me I had ever thought about having sex with a boy. I told her no, it had never crossed my mind. She thought for a while and then said that maybe we should, to see what it was like. She went to her brother and asked him and he agreed, and at the age of 17 I laid on the bed while he got on top of me and I lost my virginity to him. It felt good, because it really did feel good. She followed later and she lost her virginity. It didn't change how we felt about each other. It was just something for us to remember and talk about.
We are two 'sisters' that live together and are quite happy with how we are. College is behind us and we are building our careers, and living together and sleeping together, still hugged very tight, and I am still being awakened at odd hours for her to ask me crazy things, we still set the table together and make the bed together. The day my mother got married I found my 'sister', the love of my life.
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