The Sister Thing

When my sister and I were growing up, our parents were divorced. So it was just mom and the two of us. I was sixteen and two years older than Jenifer. Jen and I started having some bisexual fun and were playing around. Mom pretty much knew. She saw us naked together often enough. She never said anything, though.
Well. Twelve years later, when the original Covid lockdown began, I invited Jen to stay with me. We were both feeling bored and suitably uninhibited, so we just started to enjoy ourselves again with a little entertaining bisexuality. , Each of us had our fill of ever lasting relationships, which had not lasted, and this was great. The lockdown ended and the two of us continued to enjoy this aspect of our relationship. We talked about it and decided to move out to the west coast where no one knew us and just live openly together.
No, we are not madly and romantically in love. It’s nothing like that. It just that for both of us this is such a convenient, relaxing and satisfying arrangement which we both thoroughly enjoy. I know – lesbian sisters. Although we really don’t think of ourselves as being lesbians, not as such, just sisters and friends. She has her own room and I have mine, although we do sleep together quite a bit, which is nice. Each of us have simply just decided to be happy.