Katie
Naomi is sleeping beside me now. Her even breathing and silent presence is comforting to me in a way I never expected. Lets be honest, the sex was amazing. Strangely enough it seems to get better every time. Seems ridiculous, laying here with her warm skin touching mine. She didn't even seem to mind my little, err...kinky aberration... Usually, I'm a fuck 'em and leave 'em kinda girl. Most of my sex has been had standing up, if I'm honest. Quick sloppy kissing, eager hands searching under clothing, wet warmth and gasped climaxes. Easier all round, at least for me. Sasha was an exception, and look how that got ugly at the end.
I've been like that since I was 16. Since...him. Because I started off straight, believe it or not. Or so I thought. I got everything before Emily. Being born 6 minutes before her shouldn't have made much difference, should it? But it did. I got pubic hair (waxed into oblivion ever since I discovered how being smooth added to the tactile pleasure of being touched), tits, (and boy did I lord it over my sister over those bee stings, when they suddenly emerged just after my/our 12th birthday) and my adolescent hormones kicked in a good 6 months before her too.
Thats what got me into trouble then, and I'm still living with the consequences now...
His name was John, and if my Dad had ever found out what he'd done to me, he would have murdered him for sure. Because he was my Dads best mate and spot partner at the gym. I was 15, going on 25 then, full of the stupid, shortsighted confidence you have when you first understand the power of your body over men. They are stupid, simple creatures, and when I saw Johns eyes follow the bounce of my tits as I reached across to pick something off the kitchen table one evening when he was an invited dinner guest, I thought I could tease him a bit. The heat and clenching between my legs was thrilling and...well let's just say I was curious.
A week later, he came round one afternoon, when my Dad was at the gym, and my mother had taken Emily and James to the doctors because they both had flu. I wish now that I had been sick that week. I didn't then though. Stupid Katie...
His flattery, and the fact that he was a body builder, with perma tanned skin and bulging muscles weakened my already flimsy resolve. I was nearly 16, and desperate to lose my virginity. Emily was still a complete geek then. More interested in biology books and reality TV to spare any time for flirting. Looking back, I guess she was gayer than me, even then. Her wall posters were a dead giveaway, if I could have been bothered to look, which I couldn't.
Anyway, his sly teasing worked like a charm, as we stood talking in the kitchen, me in a tiny crop top and shorts, him wearing a white vest top and cut off joggers. His arms fascinated me...brown and muscular, with no sign of any body hair. I didn't know then that it was what bodybuilders did to enhance their definition. But then, I didn't know much about anything in those days.
I just thought I did.
He must have thought Christmas and Easter had come at once. I was ridiculously easy to seduce. My total sexual experience up to then had consisted of one disastrous against the wall shag with a boy my age, which hurt like a bitch and irreversibly stained my best white skirt with blood. A couple of messy hand jobs in backs of cars, and one very unsuccessful attempt at a blow job. How was I to know you had to be careful with your teeth? Serves him right for making my jaw ache.
So John had no trouble seducing me. I'm not going to lie and say I was reluctant, at least not at first. He was in his early thirties, fit and experienced. Lets just say, until I found out about my true preferences, his clever tongue gave me the most explosive orgasm of my life. When he moved up my body and sucked both my nipples hard before sliding his oversized cock into me, I let him screw me all he wanted. It was a 'proper' fuck, and as he thrust in and out of me, I persuaded myself that this was what I wanted all along. Even when he came inside me, the terror of unwanted pregnancy seemed a distant reality.
He fucked me again just before he left. This time with me bent forward naked over the couch in the lounge. I didn't like that quite so much. He seemed to go in a LOT deeper, and his calloused fingers gripped my hips painfully as he rode me way too hard for comfort, and certainly too hard for me to get off. But like I said, I was green. This was what grown up sex was, wasn't it? When he turned me round at the end and forced his dick into my mouth, I just did what he asked and swallowed. Seemed polite.
But the steroids he was taking daily (unknown to me then) were doing things to his body and mind I had no idea about. You can't call it an affair, because it wasn't. He was twice my age, and the only time we got together, that long hot summer holiday, all he was interested in was getting me naked and living out his schoolgirl fuck fantasies. We didn't talk much, and I stopped telling him that I loved him after he roared with dismissive laughter. I was just a stupid kid, eager to give him anything he wanted to keep him happy. And he wanted plenty. Straight fucking, which at least gave me half a chance to get off, even if he always slapped my hand away when he saw my fingers touching my aching clit, soon wasn't kinky or direct enough. He preferred just to get me into the back of his car, open his trousers so that his swollen cock bounced free, and push my head down. I learned that my gag reflex was slight, which was lucky for me. That meant I always ended up with eight inches of stiff meat down my throat but at least I didn't choke. Coming in my mouth was also compulsory, even if that DID make me gag. He would hold my mouth tight around his jerking cock and yell at me to suck it...swallow it ALL down like the slut I was. I was too stupid to realise I was just a warm receptacle for him to ejaculate into.
Soon, even that humiliation wasn't enough. I was his little teenage whore, and he liked to remind me of it, colourfully, while I pleasured him. Towards the end, I wasn't even getting to take my clothes off. He would pick me up at the end of our road, drive us to a deserted factory estate and just bend my head towards his lap. I sucked him off, swallowed his cum miserably, suffered his insults, and then he dropped me off home. The last time it happened, he got really mad because the steroids were stopping him getting hard. I sucked away, like some mobile vacuum cleaner for over 20 minutes, but his once impressive prick stayed soft and unresponsive.
He screamed at me that I was fucking useless, a stupid little cunt who couldn't even suck cock properly. My eyes stung with tears, but he was beyond reasoning with. He zipped himself up and threw open the back door. I looked at him in shock, but his eyes were red with rage.
"Get the fuck out, bitch" he roared "See if any of the other punters fancy a go"
And with that, he literally kicked me physically out of the back seat, onto the wet gravel outside. I watched his tail lights with disbelief as they disappeared into the night.
As I got off the floor, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand, I saw a shape detach itself from the shadows of the derelict factory building in front of me. It was a woman in her thirties, dressed in some purple fucked up leather skirt and miniscule tank top.
She looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and weary resignation.
"It happens" she said throatily, dragging hard on the cigarette she had in one hand.
"Punters get physical sometimes luvvie. Just get back out there. The next one might be a proper gent"
She studied my face for a second before throwing the spent fag onto the ground to join about a thousand others.
"Not seen you here before...maybe a bit young for this patch hun?...Try the harbour. They like 'em young and skinny down there" She grinned nastily, showing cigarette stained teeth.
I stared at her in total shock. She thought I was a fucking prostitute. And then of course, I realised...thats what I was... that's what I'd been doing for the past few weeks, only I wasn't even getting paid for it. Sucking off a punter in the back of a car. My humiliation was complete.
And so that was the end of my introduction to sex with guys. And the fucking end of the rest of the story too. Too many nights afterwards waking up with a suffocating feeling in my throat and the charming memories of being called a cock sucking whore in my head. The nightmares had mostly gone now. Since I found out about the power of the pussy, not a single heterosexual fantasy had disturbed my sleep, but just now and again...and only then when I felt safe about revealing it, I do a bit of reverse role play...just to add spice. Naomi just happened to catch me on one of those occasions. Or so I convinced myself.
But none of that explained why, after a couple of brief, if satisfying sexual encounters with this inexperienced, drop dead gorgeous, bottle blonde, I had let my guard down so completely. Why did I choose her to drop my defences with?
I looked down again at her, as she laid beside me, smiling gently in her sleep. Looking at it practically, we were an unlikely couple. Me, the vampish player, constantly on the lookout for fresh meat. Her the 'just out of the closet' convert, who, if my instincts weren't completely fucked, was still in love with my sister. Fucked up doesn't even come close...
But there was something about her. Something compelling enough for me to break all my rules. Asking her out on a date was out of character, asking her to be my girlfriend was like I had exchanged my brain with Emily's. She was the hearts and flowers twin. Its all she's ever wanted...the adoring girlfriend, hand holding in the fucking meadows and soppy text messages. Emily just wants to be in love. But I'm lying here naked with the object of her desire. And part of me burns about that. I found out I do have a conscience after all.
I'm not kidding myself that Su-Li is the woman to stop Emily yearning. I saw my sisters face when I told her I was going out with Naomi last night. It wasn't the look that an indulgent sister gives her twin to wish her good luck. No, the old green eyed monster was roaring away behind those meek brown eyes. And I looked back, just before I got in Naomi's car. Yep, those upstairs curtains definitely twitched.
But what was I gonna do? I actually fancy the knickers off this uncertain, born again blue eyed woman. And not just because sleeping with her was a revelation. Her technique wasn't perfect yet...but it was a fucking close second. I'd come harder on Naomi's tongue than I ever had with Sasha, or any one of a dozen others. But like I said, it wasn't just the shagging. She was funny, smart and fun to be with. That trick with the pre booked hotel room worked a treat with my ego. Everything was perfect...she was perfect. And thats why I'm lying awake in this huge Queen sized bed, unable to just snuggle down with her to share the well deserved post coital sleep we've earned.
I laid awake for another hour, still no clearer about what the future held. Did she like me as much as I obviously like her? Is she gonna run off as soon as Emily realises that Su-Li is just a pale substitute for her?
Eventually, I gave up trying to sleep. Bollocks, I thought, there's one thing guaranteed to take my mind off the future. I slid down under the single sheet and carefully pulled Naomi's legs over my shoulders. She grumbled sleepily, but let me rest my head on her smooth thigh as she started to drop back off. I extended my tongue and lazily swiped her still moist slit. She twitched, but didn't wake. I licked again...more slowly. She muttered something indistinct under her breath, and I stopped for a second. Please God, don't let her be saying "Emily" I thought bitterly...but she muttered it again, and I relaxed...it wasn't a name...at least the name of anyone likely to steal her off me.
"Jesus" she groaned again and I smirked "Heavenly deities I can deal with" I whispered to myself and pressed forwards, using the tip of my tongue to tease her clit back out of hiding. When her fingers finally clawed at my hair, and her hips started to roll slowly in time with my languid licks, I knew that sisterly competition was on the back burner...at least for now.
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Emily
I'd say tonight was a disappointment, but that wouldn't begin to cover it. Lying here, my skin still damp from the sex I've just had with my beautiful dark eyed lover, I should be tired and satisfied. But I'm not.
It never was going to be right from the moment Katie announced she was going out with Naomi...on a fucking date, of all things. Katie doesn't DO dates. She does a fucking spectacular line in club pulls and toilet shags, but dating? Nope. I thought she was joking until I saw how much effort she was putting into getting ready. Not that she doesn't normally, because my sister thinks the word casual is obscene, but she was making the sort of effort I had only seen her do once before... when she was in her 'straight' period, when we were much, much younger. She was so sure her fling with that guy John was a secret, but I ain't deaf, even if my parents seemed to be back then. The frantic teeth scrubbing when she finally got in told me she was doing more with her mouth than chatting in his car. The part of me that wanted to be 'grown up' like her sort of faded into the background when I realised that meant getting down and dirty with a penis. No way, no how.
Anyway, the hour long bath was obligatory, but the untold moisturizer, waxing and general fuss she was making, told me with sickening certainty that she was actually going on a proper date with Naomi Campbell. Bitch. And that goes for both of them.
I tried...I mean I really tried to keep my face neutral. But Katie has had 20 years of practice, spotting my real feelings, and she wasn't fooled for a second.
"I know you still fancy her a bit Ems..." she started, and I let my impassive expression fall even further (Fancy her a bit be buggered, I was crazy about her) "but be honest, babe...you blew her out big time...and anyway...haven't you got, like, a proper girlfriend now anyway?"
I swallowed the impulse to remind Katie how she had tried to seduce Naomi in that club toilet, well before I had given up on getting her. What was the point? Katie was obviously really into Naomi...and by the sounds of it, the feeling was mutual. I couldn't stop the sick, cold feeling in my stomach at that unpalatable fact, but it didn't change a thing. And anyway, Katie was right, I did have a girlfriend. A sweet, loving, sexy and attentive girlfriend. She only had one small fault...she wasn't Naomi fucking Campbell.
And although Su was sleeping peacefully beside me now, her cupid bow lips still slightly swollen from our kissing...and other activities, I knew that she knew it wasn't right too. She'd tried so damned hard tonight. Not just the sex, which was always good, but the attention to detail she always took when she came round. Always the perfect DVD to watch, the perfectly chosen takeaway to eat and the perfect wine to go with it. And for dessert, the perfect performance between my legs, to make me moan and beg.
Because, despite the fact that she was even more in the closet than me (her family were ultra traditional Hong Kong Chinese and did not approve of anything outside 'normal' hetero relationships) she was the perfect girlfriend. She held my hand in the cinema, she bought me beautiful flowers almost every week and she indulged my occasional grumpy moods. But there was something missing. Something tall, blonde and currently probably begging my fucking sister for more fingers. Bitch...
I shuddered as I tried to suppress the vivid imagery of Katie and Naomi lying in bed, just like I was now. Naked, satisfied...or...maybe hungry for more?
I thought we really had something, me and her. Something special. More importantly, something Katie couldn't take off me, like she had in the past. Katie always took what she wanted...toys, clothes, makeup, and now she'd taken something I really, really wanted. Naomi.
I sighed and slid Su's arm off my waist. I had to get up. I reached down and picked my discarded tee from the floor beside the bed and got out of bed. I padded silently out of the room, pausing at the door to look back at my girlfriend. She was on her side, the sheet covering her from the waist down. I sighed again. I should be there...sleeping the sleep of the sexually sated, not hovering by my own bedroom door, tugging at my lip with my teeth. What the fuck was wrong with me? She was beautiful, desirable and totally in love with me. But with sickening certainty, I knew I was going to break her heart...and pretty soon.
I looked into Katies bedroom, but the untouched bed told me everything I needed to know about how HER evening had panned out. Probably still shagging the night away at Naomi's house. My stomach twisted again as I remembered the feel of Naomi's lips on mine, her body pressed against me...her scent, her soft hair. That wasn't the sort of kiss you faked. She had wanted me as much as I wanted her. But first she'd fucked up, by giving my sister what she craved, then I'd closed the door in her face by flaunting Su-Li and telling her I'd moved on.
And now she wasn't just shagging my sister occasionally. Now she was her fucking girlfriend. It hurt more than I thought anything could.
I crept downstairs, grateful for the small comfort of my mother being in Scotland still. She couldn't bear to be in the house, now that the SOLD board was outside. Her dreams had been shattered too. First with my Dad losing everything by borrowing stupid amounts of money to shore up his failing gym. Then when she threw him out after the 50th screaming row, he'd ended up living in a caravan with a girl not much older than us from his gym. She'd sort of come to terms with the fact that Katie and I were never going to walk up the aisle with a suitable male, but I caught her looking at us sadly, once or twice, when we discussed some hot woman's body on TV. It must be hard, I suppose, to see both your daughters choose a life so different to the one you dreamed of for them. But to give her credit, she never tried to change our minds. We could have had worse.
I got myself a cup and boiled the kettle. It was nearly 2 am, so I knew Katie wouldn't be back now. She'd just turn up in the morning with a just fucked smirk. Bitch.
After the hot chocolate was made, I settled down on the couch, turning on the TV and muting the sound. I didn't want Su waking up and coming down to 'keep me company'. Harsh, I know. Add selfish to the list of my faults.
My luck of course, the movie channel was showing a US lesbian drama. I forget the name of the film, it had already started, but of course, being a mans idea of lesbian soft porn, it involved two impossibly beautiful girls getting naked a lot. Great, I thought, now I'm horny as well as fed up.
I sighed for the third time since I had woken up. Oh well, maybe a bit of self pleasuring will relax me enough to sleep for a bit. I pulled the tee off and dropped it beside the couch. The central heating was still on low, so it was pleasantly warm. I plumped two cushions under my head and waited for another sexy scene to start.
Toying with my tits, the tingle started straight away between my legs. As the two blonde girls on screen kissed passionately, I pinched my nipples hard enough to make me moan. Su -Li was too gentle most of the time. I liked my body to be taken roughly sometimes...so tonight, I gave myself what I needed. I imagined Naomi's face looking down at me as I roughly palmed my tits. The heat between my legs increased and I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the wetness grow. The girls on screen were fingering each other now, moaning into each others mouths. My legs parted as I sought out the place I needed my fingers to be right now. My mouth opened and my head fell back onto the cushions, TV dykes forgotten. My mind was full of Naomi's eyes, Naomi's lips, Naomi's caresses.
My fingers found my clit and began to circle. This wasn't going to take long. The kaleidoscope of erotic imagery flowed smoothly through my heated mind. Naomi's tits, Naomi's cunt...her wetness, her heat...her...
I felt the orgasm rush building as my fingers flew. My tongue came out to wet my lips as I imagined her taste...the sound of her voice begging me to lick her...to fuck her. I bucked my hips wildly as I started to come. Fuck, this was gonna be a big one. I threw back my head and moaned,
"Oh Jesus baby...thats it...thats it...Oh fuck Naomi...Coming...NAOMI!"
As I started to relax, my thighs trembling, a small, trembling voice came from the doorway behind me.
"Emily?"
Oh shit. Busted.
