Sisters Summer

Author’s Note: All characters over eighteen. Be advised there’s quite a fair amount of butt play in the story, despite it being largely a romance between sisters.

****

I had the run of my parents’ house for the summer. Covid restrictions had eased up, and Mom and Dad decided to go on the road for a while. Camping and hiking and such. Whatever they felt like, really, just to get out and about for a while.

I’d joined them for the first little bit, then driven back home on my own. Two months or more would have been way, way too much. I loved my parents, and was ok with camping on occasion, but there were limits.

Besides, living all on my own for a while was a luxury to me. I hadn’t quite finished university yet, and the bane of school roommates wasn’t yet passed. I’d be going back for one more year in the fall, assuming things were still sufficiently calm to allow classes. One could never tell in pandemic times.

For now, I just relaxed and enjoyed my time. Much of it spent soaking up sun in the backyard, often fueled by booze or pot as the mood struck me. It was near enough to paradise.

I had some friends over at times. It wasn’t just me all by myself every day. However, unexpected guests were basically non-existent. I was therefore slightly puzzled at hearing a car pull in the driveway.

I grumbled to myself at having to investigate, despite having had nothing else at all to do all day. In comparison, it just seemed like a lot of bother.

My mood changed instantly upon seeing who it was.

“Kara!”

I raced forward, finding I had plenty of energy after all when it counted.

My big sister turned and smiled at me. Her eyes widened at the speed of my approach, but she caught me skillfully anyway, and prevented us both from tumbling to the ground.

“Triss!” she greeted me back, hugging me tight as I glomped on to her.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” I said, still mashing my warm, bikini-clad body against Kara.

“I did too tell you,” Kara said, trying unsuccessfully to ease me away. “I said I’d be coming back once border restrictions eased up a bit.”

“That’s not specific and you know it! You should have let me know!” I eventually let Kara go an took a step back.

“Yeah well… I wasn’t totally sure when it’d be, really. And I didn’t want you to interrupt plans in case something changed.”

“Ha, plans? Not hardly. The sun’s been great. That’s about all the plans I have.”

“Fair enough.” Kara’s face turned apologetic. “Now… technically I am meant to isolate for a bit….”

“That’s fine. Means I’ve got you all to myself.”

“You sure you didn’t have plans? Now that I think about it maybe some warning would have–”

“It’s fine,” I said, waving an hand airily. “I was actually gonna hang with my friends tomorrow, but they’ll understand. Hell, she’ll want to see you at some point too. When it’s safe.”

“Uh huh. Well… good, then. Wanna help me drag my stuff inside? I’ve got an awful lot of it.”

I considered the question. “I suppose,” I said. “But you have to do all the heavy things.”

“Why’s that?”

“‘Cause they’re yours, mainly. Also I’m not dressed for labour.”

I did a quick spin to show off my bikini, which was indeed not made for much other than lying out in the sun. I wasn’t even sure I’d trust it to go swimming in.

Kara gave a low whistle. “Damn, Triss. That looks good on you.”

I beamed, ever so pleased with myself. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“How are you possibly keeping the boys off you dressing like that, hm?”

I rolled my eyes. “Pff, this isn’t for boys. This is for me. Looking hot’s got nothing to do with them.”

“No one else, huh?”

“Nope!”

Kara gave me a mischievous grin. “Good. All for me then.”

I felt my face redden, even as Kara luckily turned back to her car. There was something in the way she’d delivered that line, something that I couldn’t bounce right back from the way I was so used to when Kara and I bantered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I mumbled.

“Nothing at all,” Kara said, no hint of anything untoward in her tone.

“It meant something,” I insisted.

Kara turned back to me, and her smile only grew wider. “Oh my god, are you blushing?”

“No!”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You so are. No one’s called you cute in that outfit yet, have they?”

“I–”

“You always were a sucker for a compliment.”

“You never called me cute either,” I said, trying desperately to salvage the conversation. “You said–”

“You look cute in that suit,” Kara said calmly. “Grab a bag, would you?”

She made it look so easy. My face fairly burned from confusion and embarrassment. There was pride in there too, sure, as a compliment from my big sis was really quite nice, but she’d gotten me all in a tangle over hardly nothing at all.

“Glad I’m so cute,” I mumbled, grabbing what looked like the lightest bag available. I regretted my decision upon realizing it was probably stuffed full of books. Heavy ones.

“Well… you’re right. Maybe not cute.”

“Wha–”

“Hot. You grew up even more since I last saw you, Triss. Downright little hottie you are.”

“You… what….”

“I wasn’t kidding about thinking you’d have boy trouble. You show up like that to a summer party, you won’t know what to do with all the attention.”

“Can you stop, please?” I pleaded.

“But you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

“Cute. Hot. I get it. Just–”

“Too much, I know. But what’s a big sister for if not to torment you from time to time? Haven’t seen you in ages. Got so much to make up for.”

I groaned. “Well if I don’t survive it, tell Mom and Dad I love them, ok?”

“Will do.”

****

I changed into some more modest clothing before helping. Just shorts and a light top. Nothing fancy. Just enough so I didn’t feel quite so embarrassed around Kara.

She made another teasing comment about me changing, but left it alone after that.

It was nice just to catch up with Kara after that, once we’d settled a bit. After sitting outside a bit and sharing a joint, it was just like old times again. Me and my big sis. It was a warm, fuzzy feeling. Like things just made sense.

“So how you been?” Kara asked. “Other than having way too much free time on your hands?”

“What makes you think it’s been too much free time?” I asked, feeling happy and mellow, and just watching a cloud slowly drift by.

“I mean… that tan. How many hours you been putting in out here anyway?”

“Hehe, a lot.”

“Good. That’s good. I’ll have to join you.”

“You will,” I agreed seriously. “Not much else going on. ‘Specially ’cause we’re gonna be quarantined here together for a while.”

“Mmm. Shouldn’t be that long, really. Just need to get a test done. But it’ll be time well spent, for sure.”

“‘Cause you’re so deathly pale right now?” I asked lazily, firmly grasping the opportunity to tease Kara back some.

“Partly that,” she said agreeably. “Partly that for sure.”

Something about her tone made my insides flutter a little. I didn’t know what was going on today, with Kara and all. But she just glanced sidelong at me, with that mischievous smirk of hers, and it made me feel like there was so much more going on than I could grasp.

“Stop that,” I said.

“Stop what?”

“Whatever you’re doing.”

“M’not doing nothin’.”

“If you were some boy sitting there, talking like you are, looking at me like that….”

Kara snickered. “Oh, Triss. What, like you’d think I was hitting on you?”

“Aha! So you know what you’re doing.”

“I do. But it’s not like that. Obviously. I’ll tone it down though if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Well… I mean maybe a little,” I said, suddenly fearing she’d stop altogether. “But… compliments are nice.”

“They are, aren’t they?” Kara said softly. “I don’t know, Triss. I’ve just felt so weird lately, about flirting and dating and stuff. And I come home to you looking like some beach goddess… I mean my baby sis of all people, right? It just felt, like, safe, is all. Like I could open up a little.”

My heart beat harder, rather annoyingly so. I should absolutely not be getting excited every time Kara displayed some questionable interest in me. But at the same time, I knew what she meant. I’d been having a weird time with relationships and stuff lately too, and not just because of pandemics and whatnot.

“I can be safe,” I said. “If you need something like that. Just to be open with, or whatever. You always used to be that way for me.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah. Of course. Used to be I couldn’t ever model a new outfit for someone except you. You know, the ones that were more… daring than I was used to.” I smiled at the memory. “Sometimes they didn’t work. But sometimes… it didn’t matter what you said so much… but there was a look in your eye sometimes, like daaammmn. You know?”

Kara thought about it a moment, then giggled. “Did I really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh god, sorry. It wasn’t me perving on you, I swear.”

“No no, I know. I needed it, really. Just this sense that I actually really looked good sometimes. And I knew I did, if it even got you checking me out a little.”

Kara grinned. “I guess I probably used to get the same from you, sorta. You’d stare a little bit sometimes, when you thought no one was looking.”

I blushed. I’d made Kara go a bit red already, which helped, but my blush felt so much worse.

“Just… I mean you really crushed it sometimes. Used to think someone was a lucky bastard when you were headed on a date or whatever. When you really wanted to look good.”

“Awww.”

“But I mean, whatever, we’re just hotties being hot. What ya gonna do?”

Kara nodded seriously. “Hotties bein’ hot. That’s–”

She couldn’t keep a straight face and dissolved into a fit of giggles. I wasn’t far behind. I had no idea what was up with the two of us, other than being a little high, but it was kind of fun. Weird, but fun.

****

Kara and I opted for sunbathing the next day. A pretty natural choice. I hesitated over wearing the same bikini again, not sure I was up for the confusing feelings that may come up, but it really was the one I looked best in, and I kind of wanted to look good. Even if only Kara was going to see me. Maybe especially because of that, though I didn’t want to think too hard about it.

Kara opted for an almost equally scandalous bikini as me. I nearly stumbled awkwardly as I first saw her in it, but managed to catch myself and walk mostly normally before she looked.

I wasn’t sure if it made things better or worse that we matched today. It gave me something to think about other than Kara looking at me, but it also meant checking her out a lot too. Neither option was baggage free.

“Ahhh,” Kara sighed happily as she lay out flat on a lounger in the yard, perfectly presenting herself to the sun. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Don’t forget sunscreen,” I said, busying myself setting up right next to her to avoid any untoward stares just yet.

“You using any?”

“No. But I’ve built up a tan, you’ll just burn if you try to keep up with me.”

“Oho,” Kara said. “You’re gonna school me on suntanning, are you?”

“If necessary, I suppose.”

“… I probably shouldn’t ask for help with applying it, huh?”

I took a deep breath, feeling myself quiver rather embarrassingly. “You’re not gonna be like this the whole time you’re home, are you?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Kara applied sunscreen to herself. I lay down beside her and pretended not to watch her, but really it was so hard to look anywhere else. Long stretches of smooth, perfect skin, and Kara running her hands all over everywhere, leaving herself slick and shimmering in the sun.

“I had a bad breakup,” Kara admitted softly.

I startled out of staring at her. “Oh. Sorry.”

“I mean… I call it a bad breakup. It was a bad relationship, really. The breakup was good. But just… I don’t feel right after. Not like I used to be. Maybe my imagination. I don’t know.”

“Not right how?” I asked.

“Like… like scared, I think,” Kara said slowly. “Awkward. I wanted to get right back to it. Date again. Move on. But then, like, I feel so judged, or like even if someone seems nice now, how long would that last? That kind of thing.”

“Oof. Who did a number on you like that? Not Tom, surely.”

Kara gave me a pained nod. “Yeah. Tom.”

“Aw, what? He seemed so nice those couple times we met.”

“Yeah. I thought so.” Kara sighed. “It just… it all went bad.”

“Well phooey. We’re gonna need booze for this.”

“Triss… it’s awfully early in the day….”

“So? Who’s gonna stop us?”

Kara gave a small, lopsided smile. “Well when you put it that way.”

I dashed into the house, and grabbed a couple vodka sodas. I tried not to notice Kara’s eyes on me as I returned.

“Your drink, my lady,” I said.

Kara shook her head, but accepted a can I offered her and cracked the top on it. “Well cheers, I guess.”

“Slainte.”

I let Kara be in peace for a bit. Let her sort her head out and let the alcohol kick in a little.

“You know you’re gonna trick me into revealing secrets if you get me drunk,” Kara said.

“You shouldn’t have secrets from me anyway,” I said.

“Ha, right, ok.” Kara took another sip. “I know I was weird right off the bat.”

“Nah. Well… a little.”

“It’s just… I miss flirting, Triss. I miss it a lot. And I come home and see you looking like… like that,” Kara said, waving a hand at me. “And it’s you. Like… no danger. You’re not gonna hurt me. Not even gonna have to worry about you getting horny and wanting in my pants and ruining the moment. Some questionable instincts took over.”

“Dude… you gotta stop making me blush.”

“But it’s so easy.”

“Yeah, well….”

“Sorry,” Kara said softly. “I woulda thought you must be used to some attention by now.”

“I am. But a lot of it doesn’t mean anything. Like you said, people trying to get in my pants, mostly. Like building a connection first isn’t important.”

“Right?” Kara said. “Like, enjoy looking, fine. I know I do. But keep it civil until we know each other some.”

“Exactly.” I stared at my drink thoughtfully for a moment. “Kara? You can flirt with me a bit if you want.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean I like it. It caught me off guard for sure, but it makes me feel nice. And it’s you. It’s safe.”

She nodded. “Good. I don’t know that I will anymore, but I’m glad I didn’t come on way too strong with it.”

“Nah. Just enough to embarrass your poor little sister is all.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Kara reached her can over and I bumped mine against it, then we both drank. The booze was working, I could feel it in me, warming and relaxing. I didn’t want to overdo it, but a small buzz and a little emotional cushioning were well called for today.

I flipped over to do my back after a while. Kara just looked at me quizzically for a moment, then emulated me.

“Hey, Triss?”

“Hm?”

“Do you ever… when you’re tanning….”

“What?”

“Like… tanlines, you know? Do you… eliminate them?”

I looked at my sister. “Are you asking if I take my top off?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

I smirked crookedly. “Sometimes, yeah. Depending on how brave I’m feeling.”

“It’s just you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. But sometimes I worry about unannounced visitors. Or Mom and Dad coming back early or something.”

“Without warning?”

“Yeah, right,” I said. “Because no one in this family would show up with no warning.”

Kara smiled ruefully. “Fair.”

I kept looking at Kara, then slowly reached back and untied my top. I left it where it was, but made sure the strings were off my back. Technically not indecent, but damn close when I wasn’t by myself.

Kara bit her lip as she looked at me. “No lines at all,” she said in a mildly awed voice.

“I’ve worked hard at it.”

“Mmhm. Well it looks good. Front too?”

“Front too,” I agreed.

I was glad to be lying on my stomach. My tummy was getting all flippy from Kara’s attention, and I had an excuse not to look right at her for a bit. Was she thinking about my boobs now? Probably. They looked good. Well tanned. I had, indeed, put some effort in to the effect. But to have Kara thinking about them was a lot. Not in a bad way, necessarily. Now that I knew where she was coming from, her attention didn’t worry me quite so much.

“What about below?” Kara asked softly.

I hesitated, tensing and fluttering all the more. “Still got some lines there,” I said. “Not bad, but not evened out as much as I’d like.”

“Ah. I got a lot of catching up to do.”

“You mean… nudely?”

I was gratified to see Kara blush rather obviously. She even awkwardly played with her hair while she tried to downplay her embarrassment. “If either of us is brave enough, I suppose.”

“Well you start, I’ll maybe catch up later.”

“No way. You and your tanned goddess body, and you think I’m gonna show mine off first? Get real.”

I laughed and let the matter drop. I let my mind wander and just enjoyed the sun and my sister’s company.

My mistake, such as it was, was in relaxing and letting my mind drift too much. I forgot entirely about my undone bikini top, so that when I flipped over, it didn’t come with me.

I was sufficiently used to sunbathing topless by myself that it didn’t even feel weird to me. It was only Kara’s stare that alerted me to what I’d done.

“Oh. Whoops,” I said.

“That’s a nice even tan alright,” Kara said softly.

“You approve, do you?”

“For sure.”

“I could put my top back on….”

“But why bother?”

I casually dropped my top on the grass beside me as I rearranged and laid on my back again. I was getting rather addicted to my sister’s attention, wildly inappropriate as it was. The tension and nerves I felt were beginning to not even worry me. More and more I enjoyed the sensation of danger and appreciation.

Kara moved slower than I had, rolling over and adjusting her back rest. I eyed her while pretending not to watch, definitely noting the flush in her cheeks. She looked straight at me before fumbling with her bikini top and removing it.

“My turn I guess,” she said, failing to keep a quaver from her voice.

It was so weird for me to see my sister topless and feel like it was a Big Deal. We’d seen each other in various states of undress before. It just happened sometimes. But the context made all the difference. We had different motivations now. Seeing Kara’s boobs now had meaning, not unlike seeing a crush casually stripping off clothes.

“No tan lines either,” I said.

“Ha ha. Because I have no tan to speak of,” Kara said.

I grinned. “Yeah. That. Nice, though.”

She blushed a little deeper. It was a nice reversal to make her squirm a little. I seized upon the power of it as an excuse not to worry about my feelings for a little while.

“You complimenting my tits?” Kara asked.

“Kinda. The whole effect, I think. You’re nice to look at.”

“Oh god. Are you just saying that to get back at me?”

“Largely. Also… just because it’s true.”

Kara shook her head. “Welp, gonna have to put that top back on then.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I am not prepared for dealing with this.”

“Oh sure. It’s fine to perv on me, but when I–”

“I never perved on you!” Kara insisted. “Just… appreciated.”

“Yeah. So I appreciate you back. It’s fair.”

“… I don’t like it in that direction.”

I made a face. “Hypocrite much?”

“No! Or… maybe. I just feel like I need to be in control, I guess.”

“‘Cause of Tom?”

“Among other bad decisions lately, yes.”

“Ah.” I considered out situation. “I could share some of my recent romantic tribulations if that would help.”

“… you know, it actually might.”

“Good. ‘Cause I need to vent about them with someone, and I’ve been all on my lonesome for a time.”

“Can’t share with your friends?”

“That’s just it,” I said with a weary sigh. “I mighta briefly… stupidly… hooked up with Jess one time.”

Kara’s eyes widened. “Your friend Jess?”

“The very same.”

“Oh wow. How was that?”

“Probably a mistake. It’s been weird since. I mean… we were both into it. More than a little drunk, to be fair, but it felt right at the time. I don’t know. But I don’t actually, you know, want to be with her or anything.”

“And how does she feel?” Kara asked.

“I… haven’t dared ask her since,” I said, wincing slightly.

“Oh Triss….”

“I mean, Kathy knows what happened,” I said. “And she assures me everything is fine. I had to bump plans to hang with them, since we’re isolating and all.”

“Sorry I interrupted,” Kara said. “Delaying that is probably not the greatest.”

“Enh. It’s fine. “It’ll all be fine. Probably. Jeez, I still don’t even know if Rey knows. She had a drunken make out with Jess a little while back. Never went anywhere, but now–”

Kara cracked up. “Oh my god, what’s going on with your friends all of a sudden? You guys were never all into each other.” She paused. “Were you?”

“Of course not! It’s just… I don’t know. Boredom maybe? Not having a lot of options?”

“Too much booze?” Kara asked.

“Well… yeah. Some of that.” I clenched my hand tight a second, feeling nerves of a whole different sort. “Kara?”

“Yeah?”

“Something I’ve been worrying about lately. Not worrying. Well, kinda. Thinking about, anyway. I think… maybe sometimes I like girls. I think that’s why Jess and I… why that happened.”

“I mean, I assumed, Triss,” Kara said gently. “You wouldn’t really hook up with a girl if there wasn’t something there.”

“No, I know. But it’s never… I never thought I did. I don’t understand it. And never mind how confusing you’ve made things.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Kara said.

“It’s ok. It’s probably actually good for me. Getting to explore some things without any pressure to actually do stuff.”

“Probably still a bad idea,” Kara said quietly. “But… too late to worry about that now.”

“Sure seems it.” I sighed. “I need another drink.”

“You’re not developing a problem are you?”

“Pff. Lazy summer days in the backyard don’t count. Everyone knows that.”

“I don’t know that that’s true.”

“Well what else am I going to do?” I asked. “Sit here and have a real, sober, heartfelt conversation about my feelings and emotional difficulties?”

“… yes?”

“Nope. Getting a buzz on first. Only way.”

“I thought so,” Kara said. She hesitated for a moment, then drained the rest of her drink. “Get me another too.”

“Will do.”

I was acutely conscious of Kara’s eyes on me as I left, and even more so as I returned. I carried a small cooler in front of me, offering some small shielding from her gaze, but my tits were not even slightly covered, and she once again showed quite an appreciation of them.

“I thought you were just getting us a drink each,” Kara said.

“Efficiency,” I said, as though it explained everything. “Can’t be hopping into the house all the time. Even if you like watching me go.”

Kara groaned softly and fished for another can. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe alcohol is needed.”

“Right. For when you’re perving on your little sis.”

“Not what’s happening.”

“Yes it is. Was. Still is. Whatever.”

“… ok, yes, I was checking out your butt,” Kara said. “But you have to understand, that little bikini of yours is made for people to check you out in. The way it clings… and it’s so small… and–”

“Oh my god stop!” I busied myself getting a new drink to hide my eyes for a moment. “It’s also because my butt is fantastic,” I said more quietly, but with a firm confidence that surprised even me.

“That too,” Kara said. She reached over to clink her can on mine. “Cheers to your butt.”

“Slainte.”

We each took a deep drink. Warmth spread inside me, a mix of more booze and too much emotion. Mostly confusion and uncertainty, but god help me some arousal and pride too. Kara checking out my butt. Complimenting it. It made me feel way better than it had any right to. And I wasn’t nearly drunk enough yet to blame the alcohol.

“So… do you like any other girls?” Kara asked.

“Oh god, I don’t know,” I said. “I mean… sometimes I think so? But I’ve never really done much, so I don’t know how to sort out feelings. Like what’s a crush, and what’s a passing fancy, and what’s just… horniness.”

Kara almost choked on her drink. “Triss, being horny for someone is a really good indicator that–”

“I know, I know. Not like that. Like… you know when you’re in the mood, and lots of things seem a lot more enticing all of a sudden? So like, what’s actually real when I feel that way?”

Kara pondered. “I think it’s all still real.”

“But how would I know. For instance, Jess,” I said, stabbing a finger for emphasis. “We got horny. And stupid. And we did stuff. But I’m not, like, into her. Not that way.”

“There’s different ways to be into someone,” Kara said. “They don’t all have to be, like, long term romantic things. Maybe sometimes you just do some stuff one time. Maybe that’s all it is. Maybe that’s still valid and real.”

“Yeah, maybe. You’re confusing me now.”

“Sorry.”

“Uh huh.” I leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling all too tired for having done fuck all all day. “What about you then?” I asked. “You must have been thinking about girls lately.”

“Why must I have been?”

“You seriously gonna tell me it’s just me? I mean, sure I’m amazing and all–”

“Full of yourself much?”

“–but this isn’t coming out of nowhere. You as much as said so.”

Kara squirmed a bit. “Ok, yeah. It’s not out of nowhere.”

“Thought so.”

“And maybe… maybe I was again being a little unfair. Trying out how some stuff feels in a comfortable place. With a comfortable person.”

“Your sister.”

“Correct. Is it still ok?”

“Of course, Kara. I’m here for you.” I grinned toothily. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna torture you mercilessly about it if I feel so inclined.”

“You little shit! Careful or I’ll start embarrassing you again.”

“Pff, power dynamic’s changed. I’m in charge now.”

“You think?” Kara cleared her throat and leaned up on one elbow. She stared at me, widening her eyes, batting her lashes flirtatiously. “I think I could do things to you if I wanted,” she said, her voice going soft and seductive. “Just try me.”

I bit my lip and felt my toes curl involuntarily. “Stop!”

“I thought the power dynamic had changed,” Kara continued in that same bedroom voice.

She shifted in such a way to draw attention to her breasts. I couldn’t look away. My heart pounded from that heady mix of danger and sensuality that Kara was far too capable of providing.

“I thought so too,” I whined. “But stop… stop seducing me, dammit. What if I jumped you right now, huh? Wouldn’t be so funny then.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Kara said breathily.

“Grrr!”

Kara broke down in laughter, luckily before I had to do something stupid.

“Oh my god, that was working on you, wasn’t it?” she chortled.

“Yes! Stop laughing.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll… I’ll walk around and show you my butt some more.”

“Again I say don’t threaten me with a good time.”

My eyes narrowed. “I’ll start asking some very pointed questions about where your sexuality has been lying lately.”

Kara sobered up quickly. “Yeah, that’s more of an actual threat,” she admitted. “Though… I kinda want to talk about it anyway, so….”

“So go for it then.”

Kara took a deep breath. “Ok, see, the part that just sounds stupid to me is… like after Tom, after the disaster of the end of our relationship, I wasn’t interested in anyone at all at first. Then I started thinking about girls.”

“That doesn’t sound stupid.”

“No but like… because of a bad time with a boy. That’s not how sexuality works. I don’t just start liking a different type because of a bad experience with someone.”

“Maybe not,” I said thoughtfully. “But sometimes experiences make you consider things you wouldn’t have ever thought about before. Like… ok, so, I just always assumed I was straight. Took it for granted. I love that there are lots of options for other people out there, but I didn’t expect them to apply to me. Now I’m questioning that assumption. And maybe… maybe you are too. For different reasons.”

“I feel like I’d have known already if I wasn’t straight,” Kara said.

“Would you though? If you devote all your romantic energies to boys and pass off any wandering thoughts about girls as just silly fantasizing or a passing appreciation?”

“Um….”

I waved an airy hand. “‘Cause that’s where I’m at, Kara. I’ve realized that thoughts have always been there, I just never did anything about them. Never explored them. I find girls super duper pretty sometimes, and just think that I want to look like them. Maybe I want to kiss them though. And other stuff.” I shrugged. “Or maybe I really am straight and this Jess thing was just because I was drunk.”

“It doesn’t sound like it was just that,” Kara said.

“No. I don’t think so either. Plus… I don’t think the barrier for bisexuality is as high as people make it out to be. If I like ninety-five percent boys and five percent girls, wouldn’t that still qualify? Hypothetically, I mean.”

“… so you’re bi?”

“Not officially. I just think probably I might be. I was obsessing over the ratio of attraction, but realizing it doesn’t matter has helped. It just feels nice to have a label to cling to. Even if I haven’t truly settled on it. But if I do… I guess I came out to you first.”

I smiled shyly at Kara. She still seemed overwhelmed and confused, but she beamed in true happiness for me.

“That’s awesome, Triss,” she said. “And maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m too much in my head over some stuff. I don’t really need to understand exactly what I’m feeling. Just that I’m feeling some stuff. And fuck it’s a lot less pressure to just admit to, like, five percent attraction to girls. Or whatever.”

“I thought so too. I mean, that doesn’t mean it can’t be way higher in reality. And I might figure that out some day. But five percent seems manageable.”

Kara nodded. “Manageable. I like it. Does this… does this weirdly mean we might both have come out to each other at the same time?”

I giggled softly. “I think maybe technically yes.”

“Cool. I need another drink.”

I tapped the side of my head. “Hence the cooler.”

“Yeah yeah. You’re a genius.”

“Glad you can finally recognize that fact.”

****

I was pretty happy with the conversation Kara and I had. I felt especially close to my sister afterward, and I wanted to discuss things more. It really felt like we understood each other, were in similar places, and needed one another for support.

Flipside was that I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and how we’d been laying out together topless for hours. She’d been checking me out lots, and it had kinda been turning me on. Admittedly, I’d done exactly the same to her. I couldn’t stop looking, thinking, and imagining.

Later, inside, privately, I lay naked in my bed, finally able to do something about my wet pussy. I was just glad my bikini bottoms, sexy as they were, didn’t reveal my arousal too blatantly. Kara would have had a field day with that.

I moaned softly as I played with myself. Mostly just teasing my pussy, edging around my clit. I focused at first on not masturbating to my sister, but that was a forlorn hope if ever there was one. She was all I could think about.

There was the obvious reason why, that we’d spent so much time mostly naked together that day. That had an effect for sure. The context of it all was important too. The emotional intimacy, feeling close, and a mutual admission of some new and confusing realizations about who we might like.

A deep, crazy part of my brain kept wondering if she was thinking about me the same way. Rubbing herself and fantasizing about me. Picturing my tits. What she’d want to do to me.

Those sorts of thoughts were too much. They made my pussy flood and tingle, sure, but I didn’t actually want my sister to think about me that way. Not for real. Looking, appreciating, even some flirting were all fine and good. Thinking about her while rubbing one out was a step too far, but I didn’t have to admit it to anyone else. Fantasizing about anything beyond that needed to be shut down hard.

****

I slept in the next day. There was no reason not to, really. It was a bad habit when I could do it any day I wanted, but it was nice to get up fresh and rested for more sisterly bonding time.

I would have gone straight for my favourite bikini, but I had soaked the bottoms yesterday, and I needed to run them through the wash. I opted for my second suit, which was also a bikini style, but not nearly so hot on me, in my opinion.

Kara clearly agreed, judging by her reaction when I joined her outdoors.

“Aw, where’s your other suit?” she asked.

“Thought I’d switch it up,” I said.

“Boo.”

I smirked. “Not showing off enough T and A for you or what?”

“I mean… it’s fine, I guess. I just liked the other one.”

“You can still perv on me in this one,” I assured her.

“I do not perv on you,” Kara corrected. “I… appreciate.”

“Ah, cool. Well get your tits out already. I want to appreciate them.”

“Ah! Presumptuous much?”

“Shy all of a sudden?”

“Just–”

“You need an even tan, you know.”

Kara snorted. “A fine excuse. You gonna take your top off too?”

“I will if you will.”

Kara nodded. Our eyes met, we each reach for our tops, then simultaneously removed them.

I sighed contentedly at my topless sister. Yeah, it was nice. I liked looking at her. So much for behaving myself at all.

Her skin had picked up a touch of colour from yesterday, still quite pale in comparison to mine, but maybe a little too red for comfort.

“You better wear more sunscreen today,” I said. “Don’t wanna burn.”

“Well I need to tan, though. That’s the whole point.”

“You’ll still tan. Just nice and slow. Easy does it.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re already done.”

“I put the time in,” I said. “You will too. Not like we have anything else going on.”

“True. And you’re right, I don’t want to burn.” Kara took the sunscreen, but hesitated before applying. “You’re just gonna stare while I do this, aren’t you?”

“Maaayyybe.”

“… we’ve got some issues, huh?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”

Kara squirted some sunscreen into her hand, then bent down to start applying it to her legs. I watched her move and jiggle, unsure whether I appreciated her tits more, or the way her cheeks flushed in cute embarrassment.

“Hope you’re enjoying yourself,” Kara grumbled.

“I am, thanks.”

“Perv.”

“You keep calling me that.”

“‘Cause you are.”

“Nah. If I was a perv I’d do something more like this.”

So saying, I took the sunscreen, pushed Kara back, and took over for her. I only meant it to be a joke, really. Or so I told myself. But running my hands up the smooth, tempting skin of her thighs made it almost immediately feel like less of a joke and more an excuse to be handsy.

Maybe the biggest thing that stole the humour was Kara’s reaction. She didn’t laugh and shove me away, like I told myself I expected from her. Nor, however, did she seem at all upset. Instead, her expression was awestruck, uncertain, and willing surrender. She didn’t actively encourage me, but her eyes suggested things she wouldn’t dare say aloud.

I kept going. What else could I do? I squirted out some more sunscreen and rubbed it into her tummy. I was so very fascinated, lost in the forbidden delights of my sister’s body.

Not that we were going to go Too Far here or anything. Rubbing lotion in wasn’t that bad, really. But it wasn’t a hundred percent innocent by any means.

It was exploratory, if anything. A testing of new boundaries. Our conversations had been one thing, and eyeing each other in ways sisters really oughtn’t to, and now trying out physical touch. Touch that went beyond sibling closeness.

Maybe I was just horny. The possibility couldn’t be discounted. But it seemed to me that Kara herself was making the experience much more alluring and seductive to me than it would have been otherwise. That we were so close, that I shouldn’t be thinking things about her. That she was my sister for fuck’s sake.

We were both exploring some feelings lately that we hadn’t previously known about. Doing so with each other was questionable as hell, but it was ‘safe’ as Kara had put it. Emotionally safe. It didn’t have to mean anything, and we knew and loved each other already. There were a lot fewer minefields to dodge, but the ones there were, admittedly, were some pretty big ones. If somehow one of us did something to make the other totally uncomfortable and it strained our relationship, that would suck so bad.

The risk didn’t stop me, of course. I didn’t think it would come to that, and I was too far hypnotized to think about it any harder than that.

Kara. Her body. Her eyes. Her–

“I think you got my stomach well enough,” Kara said quietly.

“Oh shit, right, sorry.”

I startled awake and quickly squirted more sunscreen to hit Kara’s arms and shoulders. I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t been taking some small advantage just then. It was far too obvious. But still Kara didn’t laugh, frown, or try to stop me. Just kept watching me intently, as lost in her own thoughts as I was in mine.

“You missed my boobs, you know,” she said.

“I’m aware,” I said, swallowing hard.

“Don’t want them to burn.”

“No. Indeed not. Do you… want me to get them for you?”

“Well you’re getting everywhere else.”

“True. Just… yeah.”

I stopped myself from arguing. Kara’s breasts represented a more sensual area than anything else yet. Her skin was so warm and soft under my hands anyway, and so utterly amazing to me. Feeling up her breasts felt like an admission of that fact, though somehow failing to do so would be much the same, except without any of the fun part.

Fun? Yeah, fun. Groping my sister’s tits was going to be fun. That was a weird thought.

It wasn’t groping, I had to chide myself. Rubbing. Caressing. Taking care of them so they didn’t burn. Even if it was naughty and fun for me, I shouldn’t treat it as sexual unto itself. It wasn’t quite that bad.

I couldn’t keep my cool despite my best efforts. Running my hands over Kara’s breasts made me tremble, even before I’d actually touched them. They were just tits. No different from mine, hardly, but they made me go slightly crazy.

Luckily, Kara couldn’t make fun of me for my reaction. She’d closed her eyes, and her breathing had gone ragged. The rise and fall of her chest under my hands made my hyper-aware of how she was reacting, and let me know that I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself.

“Your tits are nice,” I said, daring to risk a comment.

“… thanks.”

“Too bad we’re sisters.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I could be really into this.”

Kara looked at me, piercing my soul with her eyes. “I feel like you’re really into it anyway.”

“And if I was? How would you feel about that?”

“Honestly? It’s kinda nice to feel some appreciation and intimacy.”

“… of your boobies?”

Kara rolled her eyes. “Not specifically. I mean, like, generally. You rubbing me down all over. And, like, clearly enjoying it.”

I looked away. “It’s ok,” I said noncommittally.

“Uh huh. Just ok, is it?”

“Well–”

“Because you’re still massaging my tits.”

“I–”

“And you’ve had a look in your eyes like you’d discovered some massive treasure and were counting up the loot.”

“I most certainly did not!”

“You so did.”

“Well… maybe I’ll stop then.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

I frowned at Kara. She looked back evenly at me. I kept playing with her breasts. When she didn’t say anything further, I even dared to toy with her nipples more, running my thumbs over them in small circles. She seemed to like it.

I started to have even more insane thoughts the longer I played. Like how it would feel to curl up on Kara and suck on her boobies. That was obviously taking it way, way too far. That wasn’t something sisters did. Not even something we could get away with in the name of exploration.

Reluctantly, I had to climb off my sister and return to my seat. She seemed disappointed too, but her expression turned thoughtful as I settled myself.

“I kinda liked that,” Kara said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“And you liked it.”

“True.”

“… is that weird?”

“Pretty clearly yes,” I said.

Kara nodded. “Ok, but what if I separate the experience?”

“Separate it how?”

“Like… that parts that were you, and the parts that were a girl.”

I frowned. “They’re the same parts.”

“No but like… emotionally you’re my sister. Physically you’re a girl. Like that.”

I sighed. “I think you’re trying too hard.”

“Oh. Maybe.”

I let the silence drag on. I felt bad shutting Kara down like that, and felt like I had to say something else, but it too me a while to think of anything constructive to say.

“Kara?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think that was about your boobs.”

“I think it was. You were rather enamoured.”

“I was. But more because, like, it was kind of naughty. And with you. It’s all so forbidden and shit, you know?”

“So, what, Triss, you only wanted to touch me like that because it’s forbidden?”

I shook my head. “No. Not just that. We’re exploring. With each other. What I’m saying is, like, that time I hooked up with Jess, I mean her boobs were great and all, but they’re just boobs, you know?”

“Sure.”

“And so are yours.”

Kara pouted. “Mine are nicer.”

I cracked a small, crooked smile. “They are. But still. I didn’t want to touch you just ’cause you had your tits out. More because… it’s fascinating and dangerous… and it’s you, and I knew you’d let me.”

Kara nodded slowly. “There’s just something about knowing someone wants to do stuff, huh?”

“There is.”

“Like… I wanted you to touch me. And I think you’re on to something, because you wanting to touch me made me want it more too.”

“… and it’s still super weird, right?”

“Oh super weird. You’re my little sister. I mean jeez.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

“But,” Kara said slowly, “I mean really, we’re just helping each other learn stuff about ourselves.”

“Sisters help each other.”

“Exactly.”

“Not usually by fondling each other.”

“No. Not usually.”

“You’re really nice to feel though, Kara.”

She blushed. “Thanks.”

“Not just your boobs either. I liked all of you. I think ’cause your breasts were what I was least supposed to touch, I kind of overly focused on them.”

“Ah, yeah. I get it. Well… what if I just say you can touch them whenever you want, so they won’t seem so tantalizing?”

“That could work. Orrr it could backfire entirely.”

“Yeah,” Kara said. “It could.”

“You wouldn’t even mind that, would you?”

“I can think of worse fates.”

I bit my lip and lay back, trying to get comfortable. Kara’s flirting was getting to me way too easily. If one could even call it that anymore. Like… I’d felt her up while she was very nearly naked. That certainly was beyond flirting.

Goddamn I was wet. I was going to ruin another pair of bikini bottoms at this rate. Somehow… somehow the promise in Kara’s voice, the way she looked at me, the implicit naughtiness in her flirtation got me more worked up even that running my hands all over her. Both were good, but one just got me horny, the other made me shiver and re-examine everything I thought I knew about my own sexuality.

Girls, sure, I had already been working on that this summer. I was really quite glad I’d had that drunken fling with Jess, in retrospect, if only to get my head pointed that direction. But sisters? My sister? Was that even somewhere sexuality could take me? Apparently it could. But why? What was it about Kara that was doing this to me?

Reciprocated attraction was part of it here. Maybe we both just needed the attention, and getting it from each other fueled whatever mutual fuckery was happening to us. Or maybe that safe exploration we’d discussed? Maybe. More and more, this didn’t feel totally safe. Not at all.

But… it was Kara. I loved her. I wasn’t scared, I couldn’t be, not when I was with her. But I was certainly confused, and a little worried about what might be happening.

And oh god I just wanted her give me that quietly sultry look again. The one that said ‘yes I’m your sister, but if you want to touch me inappropriately that would be ok.’ My pussy tingled just thinking about it.

****

“For lying out in the sun all day, I’m weirdly hungry,” Kara said.

I nodded seriously. “Takes a lot out of ya, doing nothing all day with such determination.”

“Ha ha, smartypants. Wanna stay inside rest of the day? I think I’ve had enough sun. Maybe just curl up with a movie or something? And some delicious, unearned food?”

“Sounds good to me. What ya making us?”

“Why do I gotta cook?”

“Because you’re the one starving, apparently.”

“So you should take care of me then.”

“Sounds like a bad deal for me,” I said.

“I dunno. You got free access to my body today. In perpetuity, even. I think you’re doing ok.”

I groaned and let my eyes close for a second. I wasn’t quick enough to block out the teasing smile Kara gave me though, and it lingered behind my shut eyelids.

“I don’t suspect that offer will actually last forever,” I said.

“Well we don’t know, do we?”

“We don’t.” I sighed. “You better pick a good movie if I’m gonna have to take care of you.”

Kara grinned. “Will do.”

I grumbled as I changed–I didn’t need a bikini anymore, after all–then grumbled all the way to the kitchen too. I didn’t much feel like cooking any more than Kara did, but I was stuck with it. But as she’d very correctly pointed out, I was still probably getting a good deal out of the day.

I leaned against the fridge in a comfy pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt. I wasn’t bothering with looking sexy at this point. I could do that again tomorrow if need be.

Nothing immediately sprang to mind as far as what I should make for Kara and me. Something low effort and tasty. A quick peek in the freezer solved my problem for me, though.

“Pizza is easy. Pizza is good with movies.”

Thus convincing myself, I preheated the oven, popped in my discovered frozen pizza, and waited.

Kara wasn’t overly impressed with me at first.

“… you cooked a frozen pizza?”

“Mmhm!”

“I thought you were gonna spoil me,” she complained.

“I don’t know what gave you that idea,” I said. “I only begrudgingly wanted to cook for you at all.”

Kara sighed. “Alas, my poor body so reduced in value that–”

“Ok, for real, if you’re prostituting yourself out to your little sister and hoping for great rewards, you’re gonna have to rethink your business model.” I passed Kara a plate. “Besides, it’s rising crust, at least.”

Kara perked up slightly. “Oh, well as long as it’s the good frozen pizza.”

I was forgiven my lack of effort, and we demolished the pizza. I’d been pretty sure Kara would be ok once she started getting some food in her.

It was even better once we’d finished. Without particularly thinking about it, I set our plates aside, then leaned back against Kara. She immediately wrapped and arm around me and snuggled me close to her.

We were so close, and so warm together. I wouldn’t have thought twice about just how intimate it was, except for our behaviour these past couple days. It really put new context on things.

I didn’t want to fret about it. I was stuffed and more than a little lethargic. It was so nice and comfy with Kara, curled up snug and feeling safe as could be. I just wanted to enjoy it.

The movie flashed before me, sounds and sights passing me by. I retained some, but far too much of my brain was occupied with either resting, or appreciating my sister. Hardly any devoted to plot and character.

Kara wasn’t helping matters, every now and then moving her hand a little. Mostly just on my arm, rubbing up and down, sometimes lightly tickling with her fingertips. So distracting.

“What’d you think?” Kara asked me afterward.

“About what?”

“The movie? Good choice?”

“I… wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Triss! Ugh.”

“What?”

“It… I mean did you catch any of it?”

I considered. “Those two girls ran off together at the end, huh?”

“Yeah. That was the point. ‘Cause the one was supposed to get married to a guy, and she meets this girl, and–”

“Trying to get me in the mood for girl on girl stuff, eh?”

Kara blushed cutely. “Not quite so crude as that.”

“Oh.”

“Thought it might be appropriate, is all.”

“Well… do you have anything where sisters get together?” I asked.

“Not so much. Never thought about it before.”

“Too bad.”

“… would you really want to watch that with me?” Kara asked quietly.

“… yes.”

I felt Kara tense for a moment, then relax. “Let me scroll through here, see what I can find,” she said.

I leaned back against her again, surrendering myself even more to her embrace. I wasn’t paying attention to what she picked for us, but I assumed it would be something else lesbian themed.

Again, I didn’t pay overly much attention. Kara was even more to blame than before. Instead of keeping her hand relatively innocent on my arm, she let it creep ever-so-slowly under my shirt.

I pretended not to notice. She had to know that I knew, but as long as I didn’t say anything about it, neither did she.

Her fingers teased me, barely contacting my sensitive skin. I felt her touch so acutely, it was a small agony waiting for her to do more, and more.

I sucked in a breath when she finally laid her whole hand on me, palm flat on my warm skin, completely under my shirt. I wasn’t even sure that feeling her up earlier could compete with the intimacy of the moment. There was nothing overtly wrong with it, either. I wasn’t a sexy touch by any means. Nothing one would see in porn. But it was huge to me.

I hardly dared move. Didn’t want to do anything to scare Kara off. I wanted her to touch me more. Or… or to do something else. God, anything she wanted.

Was I so easy as that? Apparently I was, under the right circumstances.

Kara began stroking me, only soft and delicate, running her touch over my side and tummy. She made me tingle and gave me goosebumps. Despite my best efforts to be still, I occasionally squirmed or gasped.

It got to a point of me silently begging her for more. Imagining where else she could touch me, and feeling so ashamed of how badly I wanted it. I tried to focus my fantasies on my breasts. They were safe as I could manage. But I had other, naughtier thoughts that definitely weren’t ok, weren’t even on a level with the exploration we’d agreed to.

“You’re wiggling around an awful lot,” Kara whispered.

“M’trying not to,” I said.

“Having difficulties are you?”

“You know I am.”

Kara kissed the side of my head, just barely brushing her lips past my ear in the process. “You’re very sensitive.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“You’re touching me.”

“Mmm,” Kara said. “But nowhere inappropriate.”

“That doesn’t matter. Touching is touching.”

“It’s all in your head, Triss. This is just a big sister showing affection. That’s all.”

“Lies!”

Kara squeezed me tighter to her. “What are you feeling then?” she asked.

I melted into her embraced. “You know,” I said softly. “Same things you felt when I touched you.”

“Ah. But you were doing more of this,” Kara said, casually cupping my breast under my shirt.

I smiled contentedly. “Yes. I was.”

Kara ran her thumb back and forth over my nipple. “Is that what you want?”

“Yesss.”

“That’s baaaddd.”

“So? You didn’t mind.”

“Never said I minded, Triss. Just that it’s bad.”

My eyelids fell half closed as Kara felt me up and played with my tits. I luxuriated in it, resting more heavily against her and letting the naughty magic seep through my being.

“Your terms are accepted,” I said.

If anything, I ended up catching even less of the second movie than the first. I was driven to total distraction by my sister and her calculated groping. I was oblivious to the world, excepting Kara herself and my own insane arousal.

My panties were soaked. Absolutely drenched. Kara just kept doing that to me, ruining my bottoms. I wouldn’t have any left at this rate. I’d have to walk around naked from the waist down just to save on laundry. We’d see how she felt about that!

A shiver ran through me at the thought. I knew how I wanted Kara to feel about it, how I’d want her to look at me. This was so bad. She was absolutely right about all of this being very, very bad. But I didn’t want to stop. Didn’t know if I could.

****

I wore my original bikini again for sunning ourselves the next day. Kara smiled appreciatively at seeing me in it again.

That smile was so unfair. She looked at me like that, and all I could think of was her hand all over me the day before, and my hands all over her, and anything else that I’d imagined and hadn’t actually happened yet.

What was a girl to do?

Well, I still had a few options to regain some control. Rather dangerous options, though, as they only escalated things. Still, I had to do something.

I whipped off my bikini top as a matter of course. For tanning purposes, but not really.

Kara’s eyes lit up immediately, rather gratifying to me. They widened further when I casually tugged at the string on one side of my bottoms.

“What are you doing?” Kara asked.

I timed the dropping of my bottoms to the end of her question, then paused as though considering the question, but really just posing naked for my sister.

“Need to work on my tan line,” I said as though it was obvious. “Can’t have it falling behind.”

Kara swallowed heavily as she looked me up and down. “Triss….”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, you don’t hardly have any tan line at all.”

“But I got a little bit of one,” I said, playfully running a single finger up and down the top of my hip, drawing attention to the area that Kara was trying so hard not to stare at.

It was way too easy. Kara followed my finger with her eyes, then locked on to my cute little pussy for a moment before tearing her gaze painfully away. I was a naked puppeteer, making my sister dance to the slightest movement of my fingers.

“You really have been working on a full body tan, huh?” Kara said, croaking slightly as she tried to sound normal.

“I did say so.”

“You did. Just… I was struggling to picture you lying out naked all day.”

I grinned broadly. “Struggling to picture it, were you?”

Kara flushed and looked down, but her eyes didn’t stay to herself for long. “Dammit Triss. You shouldn’t be able to do this to me.”

“You’re awfully horny, Kara.”

She got brighter red. “I… I am. It’s true. Maybe I never should have left like I did. Because I come back and… and the things I want… they aren’t good, Triss. Not good at all.”

A shiver ran through me and I had to focus on standing steady for a moment.

“You think if you’d stayed–”

“If I’d stayed I think we would have been just the same as we ever were. We wouldn’t have thought about these things. Wouldn’t have occurred to us.”

“I don’t know if that’s true,” I said.

“Did you ever think about me inappropriately before a few days ago?”

“… not that I recall.”

“Right. I think… I think I didn’t realize how important you were, Triss. You in particular. Like, yeah, girls in general have been on my mind. I’ve been very confused about that. But maybe it had nothing to do with anyone else. Maybe it was just you, and I didn’t realize what all my jumble of emotions meant.”

I trembled and had to move before I fell over. I sank to my knees right next to Kara, looking deep in her eyes. It had the effect of allowing her some returned self-control as I curled my naked body up and hid parts of it. For the moment, I wasn’t interested in teasing her further anyway.

“Kara… you really think that?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and yeah, that’s the best I can come up with.” She reached out and gently touched my cheek. “I missed you, Triss. I was looking for love. Moving on with my life. Doing what people do. It took coming back to realize maybe… maybe I had something here that I shouldn’t have left.” She swallowed. “Or… or maybe I needed to leave for longer.”

“Don’t say that.”

“For our own good.”

“Fuck our own good. I’m happy you came back, Kara.”

“I know. Me too. Doesn’t mean it’s good for us.”

Kara caressed my cheek. It was my turn to melt and be hypnotized. Just that simple touch, coming from my sister, the two of us so close together, and so very awkward.

“I used to miss you so bad too,” I whispered. “When you were first gone. I’d forget sometimes, and I’d be so excited to tell you something, and then I’d remember I had to text or call if I wanted to share. I couldn’t just flounce into your room and drop on your bed and share dramatic details of my life.”

“I miss that too,” Kara said. “I’d laugh sometimes, but I always loved how you’d share stuff like that. Such an angsty teenager, as were we all, but you never shut me out.”

“I never wanted to shut you out.”

“I know. I’m sorry I left.”

I shook my head, tears starting to well up. “I think maybe it had to happen, or we wouldn’t have realized.”

“Yeah, maybe. I can be sorry for something even if it was the right choice.”

“Ok.”

I swiped clumsily at a tear running down my cheek. Kara smiled tenderly and got one on the other side for me. She was so beautiful and so loving, making me feel such a bursting of emotion in my heart.

I move closer, so slow that she could have moved at any time if she wanted. She didn’t. Just stayed where she was, watching me, waiting, just as breathless as I was. Her eyes widened as I closed the gap, her lips open just enough for a soft pant.

The first contact was electric, the meeting of our mouths. I kissed my sister, impulsive and controlled all at once. That control vanished as soon as we met, though. Just gone into the aether like it never existed.

For one glorious moment we were connected in a loving kiss, the like of which I’d never before known. Not with any boy or girl ever. Just Kara, just now.

I quickly grew embarrassed that I was naked for it. For our first kiss. I rued my teasing of my sister. It seemed so laughable and gauche in hindsight. But as with certain other regrets… perhaps necessary.

Kara didn’t mind my nudity. As we pulled apart, searching each other’s eyes for clues on how to feel, her gaze dipped down my body, and she smiled at the sight of me.

“That was a good kiss,” she said.

“Thanks. I try.”

“Do you think… maybe… we could have another?”

I blushed furiously warm. “I think we could,” I said, my voice cracking painfully.

Kara kissed me, and again I trembled and wobbled, even down on my knees already. I liked kissing her, and certainly wanted to do it again, but her kissing me had a more physical effect on me. An effect I couldn’t control.

“This is nice,” Kara whispered.

“Very,” I agreed. “But I might fall over soon.”

“Oh?”

“My legs aren’t cooperating.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“No, you’re right. It’s very cute. Hard to be sorry about that.”

Kara helped lower me backward onto the grass. My lack of stability couldn’t hurt from that position.

She didn’t follow me right away. She stayed where she was, and only let her gaze travel over me, up and down, exploring my fully nude and well tanned form.

My nudity left me so very vulnerable, but I didn’t mind it. I could be vulnerable for Kara. It made me all squishy inside to try and guess what she was thinking about me, and what she might do.

I wondered if she could see how wet I was. If she’d know how turned on she’d made me without deliberately meaning to do so. It was such a back and forth between us, taking it in turns to make each other helpless and crazy, or sometimes even doing it simultaneously.

“God, Triss,” Kara said, staring hungrily at me.

“Well… you got me where you want me,” I said in a small voice.

“You think on your back is where I want you?”

“… yes.”

“Just how bad do you think I am that I’d take advantage of my baby sister like that?”

My eyes widened and hope pounded in my chest. “You’re gonna take advantage of me?”

“I implied the exact opposite.”

“Technically, maybe. But if you didn’t wanna do something, you wouldn’t have even suggested it.”

“Triss, I’m trying really hard to be good.”

I frowned at my big sis, endeavouring to look as cute and appetizing as possible at the same time. “What if I asked really nicely for you not to be good?”

“… how nicely?”

“Pretty please?”

“Grrr, Triss….”

Kara was on me before I could persuade her further. She dove toward my face, stopping only inches away, then slowly kissing me. I could get used to those kisses. Could become a quick, hopeless addict.

I’d had lewder kisses, sure. Deeper, firmer, tongue-ier. None more loving and passionate though. None from someone whom I adored, trusted, and cherished like I did Kara. The difference was so painfully obvious to me now that it kind of bugged me how long I hadn’t realized. I felt such a fool. My self-chastisement was eased by Kara’s continued tactical application of her lips and conveyance of emotion.

“I can’t believe you just got naked like that for me,” Kara murmured between kisses.

“I’d do lots more for you,” I said.

“Yeah I bet you would. What am I supposed to do now?”

“… anything you want?”

“Oh Triss, you oughtn’t to say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Someone might take you up on them.”

I shrugged. “It’s ok. I’ve only said it to you. And if you want to do stuff… that’d be nice.”

“You make it very difficult to be a responsible big sister.”

I smiled brightly. “Glad to hear it.”

Kara growled deep in her throat, a sound that sent the most exquisite shivers through me. She was eyeing me like prey, and she already had me pinned to the ground, helpless beneath her. She could take what she wanted, and had the look of seriously considering it.

“I really hope you don’t regret this,” she said in a low voice.

“Why would I–”

Kara interrupted me with another kiss, then she was moving. I watched bemusedly at first as she crawled backward, then with increasing awe and anticipation. The direction she was moving suggested some terribly naughty things to my horny mind.

Her imagination had to have been in the same area, as she stopped at my breasts and gave them some attention, kissing and gently sucking on them before moving on again. It was a briefer affair than I liked, but I didn’t dare protest just yet. Not until I figured out her goal.

“Where ya goin’ Kara?” I asked.

She ignored me, kissing a line down my tummy, straight for my pussy.

“Kara?” I tried again, my voice squeaking embarrassingly.

Her kisses got slower as she closed in, her lips dragging across sensitive skin and giving me goosebumps. Her eyes flicked up at me, just briefly, only for a second, before she kissed the very top of my wet little slit.

I gasped and lay back, unable to watched for a moment. Kara gave me more kisses all around and even square on little pussy. Sister kisses just for me, in about the naughtiest place she could have picked. Which was, I assumed, her intent. She’d warned me. I couldn’t say she hadn’t.

A smile curled on my lips. I arched my back slightly, pressing my hips up toward Kara. She pushed them back down again, holding me down, spread and accessible to her. Her temporary plaything. A role I was overjoyed to play for her. Horniness and love coming together into a single beautiful emotion.

“You’re kissing my pusssyyy,” I whined, as though somehow Kara didn’t already know.

“I told you,” she said quietly.

“This is what you wanted?”

Kara rubbed her thumb over my slit, then kissed it again. “It really is,” she purred. “If you want me to stop, you better say so.”

“Why would I ever want you to stop?”

“Unf. Triss….”

Kara trailed off, and proceeded to give me lots more kisses. Sometimes soft and light, sometimes deep and teasing me with her tongue. She wasn’t quite licking me, nor trying to wriggle inside, though I would have been ok with either or both. Mostly she was just showing an excess of affection for my wet pussy, and I loved every second of it.

It was so insane. That I’d seduced my sister like this. Or she’d seduced me. Or we’d gotten each other. Whatever the reality was, it was crazy and wonderful all at once.

Kara’s finger pressed against me. Again I arched and lifted my hips, and again she firmly held me down where she wanted me. She rubbed her finger up and down, then slowly sneaked it inside me.

Close behind her fingering, Kara located my clit with her tongue and started gently teasing it. If anything, though, she sucked on it more than she licked. I wasn’t used to that particular sensation, let alone when combined with other wonderful things, and I quite loved it. It was a focused, tactical assault on my pussy, and it sent the most wondrous pleasure all through me.

“Karaaa,” I whined.

Her eyes flicked up toward me, but that was it. She was busy. Wasn’t going to respond to me.

A second finger slipped inside me, the pair of them wiggling within me, trying to locate a sufficiently sensitive area. I let Kara know by moaning when she’d found my g-spot. I’d messed around it with it occasionally, but never had anyone else seek it out, let alone on their first time down there.

Advantages of being with another girl? Or something more directly related to my sister? We’d never really had discussions about what we did while masturbating, nor what we liked in bed with someone else. Now I was curious.

Curious as I might have been, though, I felt it far more important to let Kara just keep doing what she was doing. She provided me a sisterly pleasure unmatched by my experiences so far, and I loved her for it, so very much.

“You’re gonna make me cuuummm,” I whimpered.

Kara grunted and lost her rhythm, but only for a second. I shut up so as not to disturb her again, letting her keep going, keep doing those wonderful things to me, sucking and fingering, making me so wet and building me toward climax.

I squirted on her face. I actually did. I couldn’t have warned her, since I didn’t expect it any more than she did. I lost control of my body, felt myself gripped by shivers and tension not my own, and had just enough time to think about panicking before I experienced the most wondrous release.

Kara caught a faceful of it. I absolutely drenched her. I would have laughed had I not been so busy moaning and clenching, grasping at the lawn beneath me, overwhelmed by pleasure ripping through me. All inside me were pleasant tingles and sexual warmth, my whole body an orgasm for a few glorious seconds.

I rolled on my side as soon as I was able, still recovering from what had just happened. Kara sat up on her knees, bemusedly swiping at her face and the juices covering it.

“Holy shit, Triss,” she said softly. “I didn’t know you were gonna do that.”

“Neither did I,” I croaked. “Where the hell you learn to eat pussy like that anyway?”

Kara shrugged, clearly pleased with herself. “I know what I like. I thought maybe you’d like it too.”

“Well you were right.”

Kara lay down next to me, slinking right up behind me. I stayed curled on my side and let her insinuate herself about me, wrapping me in her arms, nuzzling at my shoulder from behind. I slowly relaxed and pressed myself back against her, taking comfort in her warmth and tenderness.

Her touch was so gentle. Like she was afraid she’d broken me. Which wasn’t far off, really. But I felt myself grow stronger with every small kiss and caress, healed by my sister’s love.

“We’ll have to get some fluids in you,” Kara said. “Don’t want you dehydrating.”

“Dehydrating?”

“From squirting so hard.”

“Pff, it wasn’t that much.”

“Beg to differ. I was the one with it all over my face.”

“Still, though.” I squirmed, feeling energy returning, and enjoying the sensation of rubbing against Kara. “Could I… maybe… try eating you?”

Kara giggled and kissed me behind my ear, making me flinch and squirm even more as she tickled me with her lips and hair.

“Not just now, I think,” she said.

“But later?”

“Maybe.”

“… why not now?”

“Because, dear sister, I have way too many feelings going on at the moment, and I’m likely to burst if you do anything too wonderful to me.”

“Sounds fine to me.”

“I’m sure it does.”

“… but you’re not gonna let me?”

“Not yet.”

“Mean.”

Kara sighed. “A big sister has to make difficult choices sometimes.”

“Oh boo, don’t bring age into this. We’re both adults.”

“But I’ll always be your big sis.”

I pouted, feeling a mixture of annoyance and chafing at her claim of authority, plus a happy warmth that she was, indeed, my beloved sister and always would be. They were feelings I’d had many times in my life in regard to Kara, but never so strongly, and never mixed in quite the same way.

“Well… as long as you cuddle me good,” I relented.

“I have every intention of doing just that,” Kara assured me.

I nodded and let it drop.

Kara’s cuddles were worth it, I had to admit. She was so lovely and warm against me, almost too warm with the sun raining down upon as at the same time. Regardless, I huddled to her warmth as I might around a fire on a cold winter day.

She danced her fingers lightly around my body, not trying to tease or arouse me, but just playing and feeling. Her breath was ever present on my neck or shoulder, and her kisses came at sporadic intervals, sometimes tickling, sometimes making me sigh and melt just a little more.

“I love this,” I said with perfect contentment. “I love you.”

Kara was quiet for a moment, then another feather-soft kiss graced my shoulder. “I love you too, Triss. I don’t want to ever leave you again.”

“Agreed.”

****

“I forgot to mention earlier,” Kara said. “I got a call. My tests are negative, and I’m officially out of isolation.”

I grinned. “Glad to hear it. But I’m not done isolating with you yet.”

“No, I’m sure you aren’t.”

Kara eyes me up and down. She still wore her bikini, I hadn’t put mine back on since removing it in the first place. Kara couldn’t stop checking me out, and I thrilled at the attention every single time.

“I just thought you might want to spend some time with your friends,” Kara said. “Since I kinda interrupted your plans and all.”

“Hm, yeah, I think probably I will,” I said. “But… how am I supposed to tear myself away?”

Kara rolled her eyes. “You act so smitten.”

“I am smitten.”

“You’ve known me forever.”

“Mmm, but not like this. Never like this.”

Kara tried to look serious. “If I eat your pussy again, will you go play with your friends?”

“If you eat my pussy again I might never leave your side.”

She sighed. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m in love.”

I darted in and kissed Kara, making her blush so very cutely.

“We can’t just spend all our time together,” she said, still valiantly trying to be sensible. “We have to live our lives. Summer will only last so long, then you’re back to uni, and I… well, I have to figure out what the hell I’m doing.”

I clasped my hands to my heart as though wounded. “Ah, no, do not speak of such things. Why would want to think of reality when you could have me instead?”

Kara tilted her head. “I intend to have both,” she said in a low tone of primal finality.

My turn to blush and more. My legs trembled, and I stepped to Kara out of necessity, needing her for balance. It was at the same time an excellent excuse to get my hands on her, slipping my arms around her neck and pulling her in for another, longer kiss.

“I like you with no clothes on,” Kara said, running her hands down to my butt and giving it a good squeeze.

“You should make up your mind whether you’re trying to romance me or seduce me,” I said.

“Neither. Both.” Kara shrugged. “Whatever seems best at the time.”

“I might be serious about never leaving your side.”

“Luckily I’m even more serious about us still having lives outside of each other.”

“Unnecessary!”

“Triss, darling, you either make plans with your friends, or you shan’t find my tongue on your clit again any time soon.”

My eyes widened in true horror. “You’re bluffing!”

“Most likely. But can you take the chance?”

“… no.”

****

I crawled in bed with Kara that night. I couldn’t resist. It just felt like it needed to happen. She wasn’t at all surprised at me sneaking in with her.

“You know what’s funny?” Kara asked.

“What?”

“Before you got here, I was just thinking about when you used to come sleep with me sometimes. Way back. When you didn’t want to be alone at night.”

“Oh yeah. I did used to do that,” I said thoughtfully. “Not usually naked though.”

“No, not so much.”

“… how come you’re not naked?”

“Oh Triss, you’ll get me naked sooner or later. Don’t worry.”

“How about sooner?”

Kara booped my nose. “Behave yourself, or I’ll kick you right back out of bed.”

“No really though. You like me being naked.”

“Love it.”

“And you liked licking my pussy.”

“Mmhm.”

“So–”

“I’m sorry, Triss. I know what you want. I understand it. But I need to be comfortable with it too. And some stuff is gonna take a little longer than other stuff. It’s not really rational, it’s just what it is.”

“Oh. Ok. That makes sense. Can I still try my best to seduce you?”

“Yes please.”

“Good.”

I kissed Kara, refraining from taking it any further than that, despite being so close and intimate in her bed. I could behave myself to some extent. If I had to.

“I’m gonna hang with my friends for a bit tomorrow,” I said.

“Good girl.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you seen your friends yet?”

Kara snorted. “Turning the tables on me, are you?”

“Mmhm!”

“Well… maybe I’ll send some texts tomorrow. Not even totally sure who’s all around right now.”

“Good idea.”

“… Triss?”

“Hm?”

“I think I might find it really hard falling asleep next to you.”

I smiled invisibly in the dark. “Yeah. Same.”

****

It felt almost weird being dressed normally again. It couldn’t really have been that long since Kara had come home, but since she had I’d spent a majority of my time showing off a scandalous amount of skin. And even before that there had been a lot of barely clothed tanning in my life.

Hanging with my friends was a good excuse to exercise some temporary modesty, which I appreciated if only because it would heighten the experience of stripping off for my sister next time.

“Ugh, I’m so jealous of your tan,” Rey complained. “What do you do, like, nothing but lying in the sun?”

I laughed. “An awful lot of it, yeah.”

“Living the dream, huh?”

“That’s me,” I said, casually flipping my hair. “Life of luxury.”

“You joke,” Kathy said. “But I mean… really though. Some of us still have responsibilities out in the world.”

“You poor darlings,” I said, making big, sympathetic eyes.

As anticipated, I got some playful jeers for my efforts. I laughed them off just as easily as I would have any other time. Perhaps more so, because no matter what any of them said or thought, I had a wonderful secret that was more important than any friendly teasing could ever hope to match.

The subject turned away from me and my tan shortly enough anyway. I let the conversation flow around me, aware of Jess sneaking small, appraising peeks at me from time to time. I needed to talk to her at some point, about us hooking up and everything, but didn’t want to force it and make it look like a whole thing.

I really wanted to ensure we were cool, though. I was like ninety-five percent sure we were ok, but the remaining five were a few too many percents to comfortably leave dangling like that.

It seemed Jess was thinking much the same thing. She got to the subject before I could, at the very first opportunity we had for a semi-private conversation.

“Hey, so things are ok, right?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” I said, not needing to ask what she meant. “I was gonna ask you that.”

“I mean, I just didn’t have a chance to see you, and–”

“It was only ’cause Kara came home. I wasn’t avoiding you or anything.”

Jess nodded and brushed her hair behind her ear. “That’s what I thought. Just… I got nervous. Overthinking it, I think. I… I kinda took advantage a little, sorta, and–”

“You didn’t.”

“I did though. You’re my friend, I don’t want to–”

“Hey,” I said firmly. “It was both of us. You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to. Yes, sure, we were kind of drunk, and we probably wouldn’t have done anything otherwise, but it’s not on you.”

Jess fidgeted awkwardly. “I kinda feel like it is. Even if it isn’t. Just… I feel like I maybe used you a little. ‘Cause I had some stuff to figure out. It wasn’t a fair thing to do.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah, like… shit, I haven’t really figured it out yet still, but… Triss, I think I’m probably bi.”

“Oh.” I smiled cautiously. “Well that’s cool.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. Thanks. I mean, I’m not sure about anything yet….”

“I think maybe you are, but you’re just worried about it. What it means. How you’re gonna tell everyone.”

Jess bit her lip. “You think?”

“I mean, I think I know you pretty well after all these years.”

“True. You’re probably right. It’s, uh, not something I want spread around right now.”

“No, jeez, of course not, Jess. That’s for you to say when you want. I won’t tell. Though I mean, Kathy and Rey probably suspect some. And I did kinda tell Kara already that we hooked up that once.”

Jess flushed. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ve, uh, talked a little with Kathy and Rey already too. You three all pretty much know the same stuff. I just… I gotta work on it some more still. And I think I probably still like guys more. So, uh… yeah.”

I nodded. “I gotcha.”

“I should have found someone else to experiment with if I was gonna do it though,” Jess said. “I really–”

“Oh hush. It was good for me too,” I said. “We both learned stuff about ourselves. And personally, I think I’m much happier it was you than some rando.”

“… what did you learn?”

“Same as you, more or less.”

“You’re… bi?”

“I think so? I haven’t really thought about it terms of labels, but… yeah. There’s a girl I really like, and I may not have realized if not for you. So it really truly is all good.”

Jess peered at me sharply, almost worried. “Not… not me?” she asked anxiously. “Is it?”

I laughed softly. “No, Jess, not you. I promise. I really meant a girl. A different one. I wasn’t being coy. Well… not about you anyway.”

“Who?” Jess insisted.

“That I can’t tell you right now.”

“Aw come on.”

“Nope, I really can’t. I probably shouldn’t have said anything at all, but I wanted you to stop apologizing.”

“You know I’ll find out,” Jess vowed. “Somehow or other.”

“Yeah, I know, you’ll enlist Kathy and Rey and pester me endlessly until I tell.” I smirked. “But I’m enraptured by something more powerful than annoying friends for now, and I really don’t think you’ll get anywhere.”

“Well… why won’t you say? Is it someone we know?”

I sighed. “You know all the same people I do, Jess. So yeah, it is. But I’m not telling. It’s new and wonderful, and I don’t need anyone sticking their noses in just yet.”

“Oh. Well… ok then. I’d be cool about it though, I promise.”

“I doubt that somehow.”

“I would though.”

I fell back on my inner thoughts of Kara as Jess continued to pry, at times subtly, and at times very overtly prying. Kathy and Rey were no help. They were just as curious about my new sweetheart, who must remain unknown to them.

It was nice that none of them offered the slightest objection to me being with a girl. I don’t think it even occurred to any of them to raise concerns on the subject. Maybe just because everyone by now had to know about Jess and I hooking up, but I think more so because they just really wouldn’t mind who I was with, if only I’d share juicy details. My silence on the subject was of more consternation to them than any particular gender preference.

I supposed I’d probably be the same with any of them. I’d be supportive of their decisions, but I’d certainly want to be privy to details in exchange. Perhaps it was unfair of me not to say anything when I thought of it that way, but on the other hand I wasn’t sure how far friendship extended when it came to dating siblings. Nor would it be fair to Kara to let that information slip without consulting her.

I actually got a little concerned the more I thought about it. Was what Kara and I had even something we could share? It was another case of not having stopped to think about labels, but we were technically being rather incestuous. A legally and morally questionable affair. But… it didn’t feel that way to me. It didn’t feel at all like something that we should have to hide, and that would be the subject of scorn and derision.

Those thoughts more than anything left me full of confusion and turmoil after a while. My poor friends sensed my distress, and assumed their prying was the cause of it, so at least they changed the subject firmly away from my love life afterward.

****

“Kara?”

“Yes, Triss?”

“I’m glad I went to see my friends today.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“You were right. We need to spend some time apart.”

“I feel a but coming,” Kara said, reaching to fondle my bum with expert timing as she spoke.

“Very funny,” I said. “But yes.”

I was lying on my back, head in Kara’s lap. Groping my butt was a bit of a stretch for her in our current position, and she soon returned to toying with my hair, caressing my face, and sneaking under my shirt.

“It got me thinking,” I said, trying my best not to get distracted by my sister’s wandering hands. “Are we… is us being together… is it bad?”

“We knew it was bad going in,” Kara said softly. “You can’t tell me now you didn’t know this was… questionable. So very questionable.”

“No, I know. But it was, like, playful bad. Now I wonder if it’s serious bad. Like… the kind of thing I can’t even tell my friends about.”

“Do you want to tell them?”

“Kinda, yeah. But I didn’t want to do it without talking to you.”

Kara sighed. “I wish I had an easy answer, Triss. I really do. I’ve been wondering much the same things, you know. About if I could ever tell my friends. Or whether we can tell Mom and Dad.”

“And?”

“And I don’t know. I don’t want to ruin everything by telling people. It’s… it’s not the sort of thing people do.”

“It isn’t, is it?” I said morosely. “Sisters don’t fall for each other.”

“Not often,” Kara said. “Not that you hear about.”

“… I’m scared they wouldn’t understand.”

“Your friends? Or our parents? Or… everyone else?”

“Yes. Yes to any of them. I got thinking about how nice it was that no one blinked an eye about me being with a girl. But then I got sad because I didn’t dare tell them just what kind of girl she was.”

“Ah.”

“And I want to. I really do.”

Kara held my cheek in her hand, gazing at me with such comforting adoration. “I support you,” she said. “Whatever you decide. I don’t think your friends would reject you over it, but it’s your decision.”

I nodded. “Thanks. It’d probably be ok, huh?”

“I expect so. But… who can say anything for sure?”

“Yeah.”

****

I tanned naked again the next day, showing off for Kara of course. It worked very nicely, and I had her between my legs and eating me out even faster than I expected.

A girl could get used to this sort of treatment.

Kara made me cum, then lay right where she was looking up at me with cat-like satisfaction. After admiring my happy, dreamy face for a moment, she crawled up my body, kissing her way along my naked, sun-kissed skin.

“You’re all mine,” she informed me possessively as she cuddled up with me on a lounger really not made for two.

“I am,” I agreed. I stroked Kara’s cheek. “But you’re mine too. Just wait till I get some ambition back, I’m gonna lick you so good.”

“Nooo, just cuddles.”

I frowned. “It’s my turn,” I insisted. “I get to lick you. It’s only fair.”

“I’m not ready.”

“What? But… but….”

“Just cuddles,” Kara repeated and snuggled against me again.

It was hard to argue with her. She was nearly as naked as I was, going topless but still wearing her bikini bottoms. Having her all warmly up against me like that was extremely difficult to fight against.

I didn’t want to make Kara uncomfortable at all. If she wasn’t ready, then she wasn’t ready. But it bugged me that I didn’t get to taste her.

I could still work on getting her fully undressed, though. When we split up for more tanning, I ‘helped’ her with some sunscreen, and used the process of rubbing her down as an excuse to untie her bottoms, spiriting them away before she could protest. She rolled her eyes at me, but my hands all over her body were having the desired effect, and she didn’t say anything about it.

She did, rather delightfully, give me one of her very cutest blushes as I admired her nude form. I practically salivated over her pretty little pussy, wanting to get my mouth on it, but restraining myself with the patience of a goddess.

My hands wandered a little too close to Kara’s naughty area, and she eventually rolled over on to her tummy to protect herself. What she didn’t seem to realize what that giving me such access to her booty was just as dangerous, if not more so, since I hadn’t explicitly been warned off of it.

“You got such a nice butt,” I said, happily massaging Kara’s ass.

“Gee thanks.”

“I mean it.”

“Yeah, but you’re a horny little thing right now. Don’t think I don’t know.”

“You ate me out not so long ago,” I said. “So… I’m not the only one.”

Kara squirmed. “That should have calmed you down.”

“It did. For a bit. That wasn’t going to last forever, you know.”

“Not even a full hour,” Kara grumbled.

“Better eat me out twice next time.”

“I just might have to.”

I played some more, seeing what Kara would let me get away with. She still acted shy and reluctant, but she started to loosen up for me and I was pretty sure I could get her horny enough to let me do more.

“That’s my butthole!” Kara protested as I tested her.

“I know,” I said. “It’s so cute and little.”

“You can’t touch it.”

“I think I can, actually.”

“Nooo.”

I might have paid more attention to Kara’s protests if she hadn’t been lifting her hips up toward me, reacting to my naughty touches by presenting her ass more lewdly and accessibly to me.

It didn’t make much sense to me that she’d let me at her bum so much more easily than her pussy, and maybe it didn’t make sense to her either, hence her token protests. It worked for me, at any rate. I teased Kara more, fingered her little bumhole, and watched her lift her butt more and more for me.

“I’m gonna kiss your butthole,” I said, curious as to what Kara’s reaction would be.

“Trissss! That’s naughty!”

“Yeah. That’s kinda the point.”

I brushed my thumb back and forth over Kara’s asshole while she squirmed beneath my touch.

“Well do it then,” she finally said in a husky voice.

“Just like that?”

“Don’t be a tease.”

“I’m not. I’m gonna do it.”

“So do it!”

I grinned evilly, spread Kara’s butt cheeks, and buried my face in her booty. I planted a kiss right square one her tight hole, as promised, but couldn’t resist doing more than that.

I kept kissing, testing, and teasing. I started using my tongue for some longer, deeper, sloppier kissing. Every little bit of it made Kara go crazy.

Privately, not that I wanted to admit it to my sister, I’d never played with someone’s ass like this before. It was all new to me, and I really didn’t know what I was doing. I was enamoured by it, though, and that counted for a lot. That and Kara appreciating everything about what I was doing. Maybe for the physical sensation of it, or maybe for the sexiness of having her little sister tongue-deep in her bum. Both were valid reasons to get excited.

“Oh god, Triss,” Kara moaned.

I had to keep adjusting my position, because Kara kept lifting her butt until she had her knees firmly under her. It was a far more wanton and horny pose from my big sis than anything I’d ever seen out of her before. And all because of little ol’ me.

I couldn’t take the time to lean back and admire the view, much as I wanted to. I was far too busy delving into Kara’s ass, trying vainly to lick my way right up inside her. I was slightly embarrassed at my own enthusiasm, and how easy it was to lose control. Luckily Kara was as deeply enthralled as I was, and only seemed to enjoy my puppy-like licking.

“Triss… my pussy,” Kara croaked.

“Hm?” I mumbled, not wanting to part from Kara’s bum.

“Rub it. Please.”

I could have swooned at my sister’s begging voice. No time for theatrics though, I had a job to do.

I sacrificed a hand from the task of spreading and caressing Kara’s booty for the sake of reaching around to her pussy. I struggled to find a comfortable way to do everything at once, but Kara’s desperation made me do my level best.

My first few attempts were amateurish and fumbling. I wouldn’t have known it from the way Kara reacted, but I could recognize my own lack of skill in the matter. It took some time to settle in and feel like I was living up to my potential, and by then Kara was whimpering and trembling, threatening to cum before I could direct her there on my own schedule.

I gave in and let it happen. Kara was going to cum, and she wanted me to do it for her. My more grandiose visions of tactically reducing her to a gooey, quivering mess of a sister had to go. There would, hopefully, be chances to try again after this. Especially if I did a passable job in the moment.

Kara exploded hard. She didn’t actually squirt like I had, but she shook and collapsed, moaned incoherently, and curled up tight after while she recovered. I admired the process as much as I could while trying to keep stimulating her. She eventually shoved my face away and I got to sit back and just watch her deal with the overload.

I had been absolutely adoring Kara’s cute and vulnerable moments lately, and this was one of the very best yet. All caused by me, which made it even better.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Kara mumbled.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re so in love with me.”

“Ah, but it would be impossible not to look like that right now,” I said.

Kara’s cheeks flushed and she curled up tighter. “I can’t handle it.”

“You have no choice.”

I squirmed my way down next to Kara, attempting my very best to cuddle her.

“Pff, hey, there’s no room,” she said.

“Sure there is. Just scooch over.”

“There’s nowhere to scooch!”

Kara started to giggle and wrestle me away while I tried to settle. Pretty soon the both of us were laughing and messing around in very childish manner, except for being all naked and into each other.

We fell over on the lawn, and I managed to land mostly on top, so I pinned Kara down. She gave in and let me hold her down and kiss her, then eventually curl up atop her.

I could feel Kara relaxing beneath me, soothed by my intimate presence. She eventually started gently stroking and caressing me, and playing with my hair. I murmured happily and shifted my head near her boobies for maximum personal comfort and enjoyment.

“Triss?”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t know that’s what I needed, but thank you.”

I smiled. “Sometimes a girl just needs her butthole eaten, I guess.”

“You joke, but… yeah. I didn’t want to get into it. I had some hangups. I mean I still have them, but I think it’s a little better now.”

“What kind of hangups?”

“With pussy eating, in particular.”

“But why?”

Kara sighed. “Because Tom got to be a bit of a dick about it. Especially toward the end. It got so I’d have to ask for him to even think about licking me, and a lot of the time he still just wouldn’t. I know it’s not rational, but I didn’t want to ask you to–”

“I was practically begging!” I protested.

“I know. I said it wasn’t rational. I just… I thought about you between my legs, and I’d get all anxious inside, and I didn’t want that feeling. Not with you.”

“Oh.”

“But my butt… no one’s done that to me before.”

“First for me too,” I admitted.

“I… I really liked it. And once you got me going, it was way easier to let you play with my pussy.”

“Think I could lick it too next time?”

“Maybe,” Kara said. “Work me up to it.”

“That I can do,” I promised happily.

****

I crawled into bed with Kara again that night. Of course I did. How could I stay away?

To my delight, we were both naked this time. I didn’t take advantage of my sister’s unclothed state, other than benefiting from nude sisterly snuggles, which were more than enough for me.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the very best way of all to spend the night.

Sleeping together became a pattern for us. We didn’t want to sleep alone anymore. The first time Kara shyly came to my room while I was still getting ready for bed was an absolute thrill and delight for me. Seeing her sneaking into my room all naked and cute, and very much needing to be with me. It made my love for her swell all that much more.

I slowly eased Kara into greater comfort with her own body, and specifically me doing things to it. Lovely, sexy things. I understood her hangups to some extent, not to mention this whole sisterly love thing being new to the both of us.

Kara felt much more free to explore my body; licking, kissing, and caressing anywhere she so desired. I very much appreciated her attentions. My playing with her butthole got plenty of reciprocation, though I think she still preferred my pussy much of the time, claiming it was cute and delicious.

More important than the sex, though, was our vastly increased intimacy. I wouldn’t have minded going days without sex as long as I got to be with my Kara, close and happy together.

“It’s a good thing you came back,” I whispered to her in bed one night. “Or I never would have realized how much I needed you.”

“Sometimes you just can’t see these things clearly,” Kara whispered back.

We held hands under the covers, staring wistfully at each other in the dark.

“I was always meant to have you in my life,” I said.

“We were meant to have each other,” Kara said, correcting my statement.

“That too.”

“Triss?”

“Yeah?”

“I… never mind.”

“What? No, tell me.”

“It just seems silly.”

“I don’t think it will,” I insisted. “You can tell me. Even if it is silly.”

“… you know how you almost told your friends about us?”

“Mmhm.”

“I just wonder… maybe we should do that. My friends too. Let them know.”

I grinned slowly. “You wanna be official?”

“It would be better to hide, I know, but–”

“I don’t think it would.” I located Kara’s lips with my fingers, then moved in for a deep, reassuring kiss. “I want people to know too,” I said softly. “I want to be able to love you. Summer won’t last forever, you know.”

“No. It won’t,” Kara said sadly. “We won’t have this magical paradise forever.”

“I’ve never been a magical paradise before.”

Kara stroked my fair fondly. “The situation is a paradise. Not you specifically.” She paused. “Although….”

“Parts of me are, huh?” I teased.

“All of you is. I take back my statement. You’re a goddamn paradise, Triss.”

I blushed and couldn’t think of anything else to say to that. I made do with making Kara roll over her and spooning her just as adoringly as a little sister ever could for her beloved big sis. It said more than my words could.

****

I breathed deeply in the salt air. “Ah, haven’t been to the beach in forever, feels like,” I said.

Kara beside me gave me a quizzical look. “Would have thought it would be a great place for you working on your tan.”

“It would,” I agreed. “But we weren’t supposed to go to beaches and parks and stuff for a while, and it just seemed like such a lot of bother even when they opened again. All this trying to stay apart from other people and stuff.”

“I suppose.”

“Good place for meeting friends though,” I said happily, slipping my hand into Kara’s. “And it doesn’t look too busy today.”

“Lucky us,” Kara said, squeezing my hand. “You ready?”

“No. But it’s not going to get any better if we wait.”

“We could just be sisters today, you know. If we wanted.”

I looked at Kara, measuring our mutual apprehension. “No,” I said slowly. “No, let’s do it. I want to do it.”

“Me too,” Kara said, adjusting her grip on my hand.

Between the two of us, our palms were already sweaty and slippery. We moved together for a quick, reassuring kiss, then marched off together, each carrying our stuff in our free hand.

Jess, Kathy, and Rey were coming, as were Brooke and Amy, two of Kara’s friends. Kara and I weren’t the first or last to arrive, so some of our friends saw us walk up holding hands, and some didn’t.

No one commented on it though, which just made the eventual reveal slightly more nerve-wracking. I got a few compliments on my tanned bikini-goddess appearance, though, as well as an envious look or two. Preening in the attention helped keep me from worrying too hard, which was nice.

Jess was the most obvious about actually checking me out, and just gave me an approving nod when I made eye contact. I smiled shyly back and held a little tighter to Kara for a moment. All of a sudden I was fearful that my brief encounter with Jess would be an impediment, even if that was silly. We’d talked it through already. Neither of us wanted anything more with the other, and I had someone else to occupy my affections anyway.

All invited parties were soon accounted for, and we all claimed a little spot of sand next to each other, spreading out towels and playfully arguing about who was getting the best spots.

Unable to handle the quiet tension inside myself that I didn’t know how to get rid of, I was the one to first push for a quick swim. Kara was right behind me, as were the rest of the girls in a scattered, disorganized line behind us.

I splashed clumsily into the water, shrieking at the sudden cold of it, but then laughing and continuing to submerge myself. Kara caught up with me and tackled me into the water before I could actually dunk myself under my own power.

I warmed immediately at my sister’s touch, her body pressing wet and slippery to mine. Whilst under the water and temporarily invisible, she sneaked a kiss from me. It wasn’t a great kiss physically, but the meaning behind it was much appreciated.

Our friends remained scattered as we surfaced together. Some dared the full water relatively quickly, and others stood shivering and whining in the more shallow area. Kara and I held hands beneath the water and taunted the bigger wusses until they gave in and properly dove underwater too.

The whole group of us stayed in the water a little while. There was some lazy swimming, a bit of childish splashing, and some just relaxing. I floated on my back for a time and just watched clouds go by, until Kara came along and tackled me underwater again. She paid me in even more sneaky kisses, and I really felt like I could get used to that sort of thing. The thrill of getting away with it while so close to other people thrilled me tremendously.

“Ok, I gotta go warm up again,” Rey said, giving in first.

She started a slow mass exodus of the water. I couldn’t protest, as I was also feeling the chill by then, and that was even with Kara warming me up.