Met My Love In Jr. High

I was fifteen and my sister thirteen when my parents were assigned to Porto Alegre in Brazil. We had zero Portuguese and zero knowledge of Brazil culture. Our school was a small international school where we could study in English. There were quite a few Brazilians in school with us.

On the cultural side my sister and I were invited to a pool party at the house of one of my father's local coworkers who had a daughter our age. We wore our US style two piece, she wore a Brazilian style thong. Her cheeks were so tanned, so amazing, and when she bent over to pick up a pool toy, her girl parts were clearly visible. If anything we were raised to be so careful, modesty was ingrained in us. My sister slapped my arm because I was staring.

Being from Minnesota of Scandinavian heritage brown girls, black hair and deep brown eyes were not what we were used to, especially beautiful, gorgeous girls. That afternoon I felt what I had never felt before. I had my first full on crush, for the first time tight shorts and bikini top boobs were on my radar, but my focus was only on this one girl who was fourteen and she was in school sandwiched between me and my sister.

In Brazil girls are sexy, they flirt with everyone, especially with grown men. And every time she preened for a man, including my father, I raged jealously. My sister really became her friend, they were in dance together. It was several months before she got permission to go with us to a farm in the interior several hours away. She sat between my sister and me, our thighs touching, my heart beat and my inner thighs were so moist and wet as we drove.

At the farm the three of us were put in one room. There was one big bed, and a small single bed. At night while we got dresses, in our summer nightgowns which showed everything, as we combed our hair my sister whispered to our friend that I liked her, in the girlfriend way. And my sister chose the small single bed leaving us the big bed together. With my head on the pillow, she knelt and kissed my cheek, then just as quickly my lips.

While my sister told us to be quiet while she grabbed my boobs, kissed my nipples through my nightgown, she put my hand on her boob, whispered that she wanted to hug naked. She pushed my panties down, took hers off, straddled me and rubbed her crotch against me, turned around and bending over spread her legs open for me to kiss her open crotch. By the time we were just laying on the bed we had done the nasty thing, me to her and her to me.

During the day the next day she insisted on holding my hand, she hung on me, and told my sister that they were now sisters. We swam in the pool, changed and stood totally naked and let our eyes see every thing, pinching a nipple, kissing on the mouth. At night we had more of the same, except with instructions to do this and that some more, and unrestricted time with our mouths in our crotch.

Brazilian girls just like sex, girl or boy, but when they are young like were sex with a girl isn't frowned on, and feeling as we did, having a girlfriend made sense. By the time my father was brought back home we had spent three years as committed girlfriends. Although boys would have been ok, we stayed with each other. I invited her to come to college with me, she is so dark in Minnesota, compared to my pale white skin. We will graduate next year, fingers crossed, and we want to get married so she can stay here with me.