My sister and her girlfriend had been living with me for about three or four months. I didn't mind because they'd been helping to pay bills and kicking in on chores. But then, my sister lost her job and needed another one. The only thing she could find was an ad in the local job hunter's classifieds from a fish canning operation up in Alaska. The new season was about to start come November and they were accepting applications. If qualified, she'd be flown from Seattle to Alaska and spend the next 90-days canning fish. The job sounded horrible, especially to a militant vegetarian like my sister, but she needed a steady paycheck and the job paid well.
She couldn't take her girlfriend with her, so it was decided that she'd stay with me until my sis got back. I was fine with that. I had a job too, and a young daughter at home. It would be nice having a free baby sitter around.
I guess my sister had been gone about a month. I and her girlfriend Jennifer had started to really get to know one another. We often stayed up late into the night talking while we watched cheesy B-movies. We both liked those and I had shelves full of dvds. I found out Jennifer had endured a pretty tragic childhood, full of alcoholism (both parents), psychological and physical abuse (from both parents) and molested, at the hands of a sixteen-year old male cousin when she'd only been seven. After she'd went to live with her grandparents, an older friend of her grandpa's had invited her out horseback riding shortly after her 11th bday, and she'd been molested again, forced to perform oral sex. When she'd told her grandparents, her grandpa had shocked her by slapping her and calling her a damned liar. His friend was a good man.
It was no wonder Jennifer hated men, I thought. It was too bad too, I'd seen pictures of her when she'd been younger and still dressed and looked like a girl. She'd been really pretty. But now she kept her dark hair shaved down to peach fuzz, she'd paid friends to put prison-style blue ink tatts all over her arms, neck, back, and other places I wasn't likely to see, not being my sister. And she had started working out, so that she now had better abs than I did and relatively big biceps for such a small woman (she barely stood 5'' in shoes).
I totally sympathized with Jennifer and it made us closer. When my sister had been around, we hardly spoke. Now we were best friends and even watched Internet porn together, making fun of the really bad amateur stuff and the horrible acting in the more professional clips. "Why do they even write scripts," she'd always ask, "nobody cares about the set-up. They just want to see people humping each other."
We watched a lot of different genres. Gay, straight, bbw, mature, lesbian, milf, teen, black on white, asian. We even found some weird site that showed chicks getting it on with dogs. We sat there "ewwing" and making gagging sounds, but mostly laughing at what some people will do in front of a camera.
One night when we were watching gay stuff, we saw a clip of an older guy doing a very effeminate twink with long strawberry-blonde hair. I shrugged "I'd probably fuck that twink if I knew him." Jennifer stared at me "For real?? I didn't know you were bi."
"Me either," I said. "But idk, he's got a nicer ass than most chicks I've seen. And did you see him blow that old dude?? He's got his shit together. Better technique than my last girlfriend."
My admission made her see me in a new light I guess, cause she admitted she still kind of liked guys. She just couldn't trust them anymore. Not after everything she'd been through. I told her I didn't blame her.
"Well, I do trust one guy now." she kissed my cheek. I guess it was the combination of watching good porn, being close together and getting kissed. I got hard. But I ignored it. The last thing I needed to do was say or do something stupid and further traumatize her and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt all men were scumbags.
With 30 days to go before my sis returned home, Jennifer and I were starting to be mistaken for a couple. Everywhere we went, me and her with my little girl in the middle holding each of our hands, people just assumed we were a family. It didn't bother either one of us. We even joked about my sister coming home and finding out we'd decided to hook up while she'd been gone. Even though I laughed about it, it wasn't such a horrible idea to me. I even caught myself in bed at night jerking off to the fantasy.
It finally happened a few nights before my sister got back home. I was getting ready for bed and brushing my teeth. Jennifer came into my room, already in the men's boxer shorts she wore to bed and her sports bra and sat on the edge of my bed. I finished brushing and asked her what was up. She got to the point.
"Do you want to have sex?? Because I kind of want to. With you, I mean. Just once to see what its like with a guy, without having been forced to do it."
I told her that yeah, I wanted to too. I just hadn't asked because I didn't want her seeing me in the same light as all the other guys that had hurt her in her life.
She asked me if I thought things would get strange between us once my sister came home, if we fucked. I told her probably. After sitting there a little longer, she decided she wanted to do it anyway. I did too.
I was surprised when she removed her sports bra. She had huge tits. I never had a clue she had so much packed into those tight bras she wore. She pulled her boxers off, and she had a clean shaven pussy and a cute little rear end. I gave it a smack and she squeaked, and punched me playfully. She told me she kind of liked it, and wanted me to spank her so I closed the bedroom door and she stretched across my lap and I spanked her til her bottom was nice and red. In the process she got soaking wet. I slipped a hand between her legs and fingered her a little, before having her crawl up onto the bed where I could eat her pussy. She wouldn't tell me whether or not I was as good or better than my sister. So I suspect I wasn't in either case. I spent quite a bit of time on her breasts. I just loved those things. Most of my girlfriends had been women with small breasts and to finally have natural big ones all to myself was fun. She didn't want to suck my dick, way too many bad memories there. I knew it and hadn't asked, but she just told me ahead of time she couldn't do me back when I started giving her oral. I told her that was cool. I ended up fucking her in the missionary position until I blew a load inside of her. Then we just lie there in each others arms kissing until I was ready for more. The second time she rode me cowgirl style until I came a again. After that we took a break for late night munchies before fucking once more, this time doggy style. We fell asleep together.
The next morning we went about our normal routines. But that night we fucked again. And again the night after, even taking a long hot shower together. Jennifer asked me if we should keep making love behind my sister's back when she got home. I said that as much as I wanted to, we shouldn't. And so we haven't, but damn if I don't have some really intense feelings for her now. It sucks, but that's just the way it is.
