This is Love, Part Two

  • Posted on October 13, 2020 at 3:24 pm

By Jan Vincent

After having taken care of our chores, we were on the balcony again for another sunbathing session. I wondered how my sister Lisa and I had harbored these secret desires all our lives; despite being best friends and sisters, we’d never discussed them.

Lisa told me she’d had two girlfriends while in college, but things hadn’t worked out with either of them. When I asked if that story about her cheating boyfriend was true, she said, “Yes, it’s partly true. It wasn’t a guy, though. It was my last girlfriend. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I didn’t know if you could handle the truth right then.”

“So girls cheat too, huh?”

“Oh yeah, for sure they do.”

“So, you caught her with another girl?”

“No, worse. I caught her with a guy. I hate dilettantes.”

I giggled. “I know what you mean.”

“And what about you?” she asked after a moment of silence between us.

“What about me?”

“Were you in love with anyone back then?”

I kept quiet for a while. I couldn’t remember anyone catching my attention in that way, except for my big sister. I could have made a joke about it, but was too scared of her reaction. I shook my head and closed my eyes, facing the autumnal sun.

***

Days went by and classes began. The amount of work I was expected to do was overwhelming. High school was a cinch compared to college. The professors and their assistants flooded us with work — papers to be researched, essays to be written, sources to ferret out.

One day I was coming out of my class when I heard a voice calling. It was Kylie, the girl who was smoking in the bathroom at that party, the one where I’d pretended to be Lisa’s jealous girlfriend.

I went over to her and we shook hands. “Hi, how are you?”

“Fine, you?”

“I’m okay… a little tired.”

“I know,” Kylie said, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Freshman year is a bitch.”

“So, has something happened to my… I mean, to Lisa?”

“No, why would you think something happened to her?”

“Because you obviously want to talk to me, so I’m wondering what about.”

Kylie smiled. “Well, it’s true. I do want to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“Not here. Let’s go to the Union bar. Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

“Fine, that’s perfect. We’ll get lunch.”

We went over to the Student Union building and walked into the bar. The place was half full. In principle, alcoholic beverages weren’t served during the day, but there were two college guys sitting at a corner who had obviously had a few too many already.

Kylie chose a table near the counter, away from the loud duo. After giving our orders to the waitress, I asked, “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“About Lisa, of course,” Kylie said. She’d reached for her pack of cigarettes and took one out.

“You’re not allowed to smoke in here,” I said.

“I know. I’m not gonna smoke. I just want to have it in my hand. It calms me down.”

“Why? Do I make you nervous?”

Kylie made a grimace, making plain she didn’t find my wisecrack funny. “It’s not you. It’s the whole situation.”

“What situation?” I said.

“I know Lisa is getting back at me for dumping her.” Kylie sniffled and coughed, looking back at the rowdy guys who were trying to catch our attention.

“You’re Lisa’s ex?”

“Yeah, I was in the picture until you came up.”

“Huh. Lisa told me she dumped you because you were cheating on her with some guy.”

She scowled, shaking her head. “Lisa is such a liar. It was me who dumped her, because she was cheating on me with you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re lying.”

Her mouth tightened. “Then ask her what name she used to whisper when we fucked. Ask her. I dare you.”

I stared at her, taking in what she was saying, wondering if she could be believed. I knew Lisa could lie if the circumstances demanded it. But Lisa saying my name while she made love to her girlfriend was way too unbelievable.

“And why are you saying all this to me?” I said, crossing my arms while waiting for an answer.

“Because—” She fell silent.

One of the drunken guys came over and dragged a chair and sat at our table. “Mind if I join you?”

“Yes, I mind,” said Kylie, defiant, still holding the cigarette. “I’m having a private conversation. So please fuck off, okay?”

He sneered. “What, are you a lesbo or something?”

“As matter of fact, I am. So leave.”

“You’re a fucking dyke? What a waste.” And turning to me, his big, hairy hand touched my face. “And don’t tell me you’re her fucking girlfriend.”

“I’m not.” I pushed his hand away.

He was getting agitated. “What’s the matter with you?” he demanded. “Goddamn lesbo perverts.” He glared at Kylie. “My last girlfriend turned into a fuckin’ dyke. Could’ve been you who did that to her. Cunt!”

I became really scared. I looked around but no one seemed inclined to help us. They just stared and did nothing. I looked over to the counter for the bartender, but he had disappeared.

When the drunk guy started twisting Kylie’s arm, one boy hastened over to stop him, but he was knocked over by the bully’s partner. Kylie screamed in pain. I tried to help her, pummeling at the guy and shouting, “Leave her alone. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Suddenly I felt strong arms around my waist. I was lifted in the air and was thrown down like a bag of potatoes. My head hit the floor; everything went blank after that.

***

When I came to, I was in Lisa’s arms. Someone had warned her about the ruckus in the bar she managed. She was dismayed to see me lying on the floor unconscious.

“Are you all right, baby?”

“Yes.” I tried to sit up. “Ow, my back hurts.” I flashed back to the pool episode and the way my sister saved my life. How I fell in love with her then. “Where’s Kylie?”

“Kylie had to go to the hospital. That asshole really manhandled her. And this is all my fault.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about, but the pain prevented me from probing deeper.

I also got taken to the hospital, while my sister kept holding my hand. When we arrived there, I was left in a gurney even though I could sit down.

“Please lie down,” Lisa said. “We don’t know if something happened to your spine. Remember you almost died when you fell into the pool.”

“I know,” I said. And again overwhelmed by my feelings I hugged her and began to cry.

It didn’t take long for me to be examined and discharged, reminding me of the days my sister stood by my side while I fought for my life. Before leaving we looked for Kylie, but the nurses didn’t let us see her because she was in intensive care and we weren’t family.

“I’m glad we’re family,” Lisa said as the taxicab took us home.

“Why?” I said with a hoarse voice. I cleared my throat.

“Because the paramedics let me go with you in the ambulance. If we weren’t kin, the doctors couldn’t even talk to me about your condition, which was nothing, really. Thank God, you’re fine.”

“Why did you lie to me about Kylie? Twice. First you say she was a man and then I find out she’s not. Then you say she cheated on you when she says you cheated on her with me.”

“What?” Lisa looked outraged.

“Yes, Kylie told me you cried out my name when you made love to her. That’s why she broke up with you.”

“And do you believe her?”

“Why? Is she lying?” I waited for a reaction but all she did was to release my hand and look away, watching the city streets rushing by. “Lisa, is she lying?”

“Let’s not talk about it.”

“And why not?”

“Because…”

I stared at Lisa, my beloved big sister, who had lied to me twice. Suddenly she looked like a stranger, someone I had just met.

“I just want to know why you lied to me about Kylie.”

“I told you. I didn’t know if you could handle the truth.”

“But why did you tell me you were cheated on while you were the cheater.”

“I didn’t cheat on Kylie. You know that.”

“But why would you whisper my name when you…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I knew she would understand what I meant.

“Because…”

“Because of what?”

“Because of what I read in your diary.”

“You read my diary?” I said. I sat up on the bed and slapped her arm.

“Calm down,” she said, flinching away from me. “I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did, didn’t you?”

“It a long time ago, on the eve of your Sweet Sixteen party. Mom invited all those hideous friends of hers to the party, remember?”

“Yeah, I do. So?”

“You cried so much because Mom ruined your party. You didn’t want those people around your friends and Mom wouldn’t listen. And then when you went to bed, you started writing in your diary but you fell asleep. As I knew you wouldn’t want Mom to find the diary, I took it from your lap, but before I could put it away… well, my curiosity got the better of me, and I read it. I’m sorry.”

“So? That has nothing to do with anything.”

“Yes, it does.”

“How?”

“That’s when I knew you liked girls. You didn’t say it with so many words, but I could see it was there. I loved it when you wrote stuff about me. You would describe me with so many details, the little expressions I had, the looks, the way I took care of you when you almost died in the pool. I was…” Lisa paused for a while, facing the wall, her eyes blinking, her hand scratching her scalp. “I was intrigued. I dreamed about it. I had nightmares about it. It was really weird.”

“What are you talking about? What were you intrigued with?”

“Sometimes I had the weird feeling that…”

“Go on,” I said.

“That you loved me.”

“Of course I loved you. You’re my sister.”

“Yes, but you drew those hearts with my name in them. Why?”

I swallowed hard. “Because you’re my sister,” I said. “I love you.”

“Yes, I know, but…”

“But what?” I raised my voice. I was becoming a little nervous.

Lisa shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m freaking you out. All I’m saying is that reading your diary changed me forever. Didn’t you notice that after your birthday I quit chasing guys?”

“Did you? I didn’t notice it.”

“Perhaps you didn’t. I just kept everything inside.”

“Why?”

“Because I realized right then that I’d been living a lie. You made me realize I liked girls, not boys.”

“How?”

She held my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “Because the love in your words. Because the way you described how much I meant to you, and that no guy would ever compare to me. You made me cry when I read it for the first time. It was powerful, so full of meaning, so full of emotion. I was overwhelmed, and confused, and so I cried myself to sleep that night. I was a mess the next day, and because it was your birthday I kept quiet and acted like nothing had happened. But everything had changed for me. Everything.”

Lisa got up. “I have to leave… visiting hours ended five minutes ago. And I imagine that you probably need some space right now.” She bent down and her lips brushed my cheek. “I’ll be here first thing tomorrow. Love you, little sister.” With that, she left.

***

So, what’s a girl to do when she learns she’s been in love with her own sister all her life… and that her sister knew it before she did? Neither of us knew how to handle this, and so we kept going to classes, studying and living our lives as if this had never happened. I spent most of my time in the library or in my room.

But then people would come over and ask about my girlfriend. Embarrassed, I’d blush. So many times I wanted to tell them the truth, but somehow it never felt right.

Like the time when I met Lori. She was a tall blonde with a long, lithe body who liked to show off her legs in short pleated skirts. Everywhere she went, she attracted stares. She had her belly button pierced. The piercing twinkled in the sunlight, causing even more people to look at her with awe and envy and lust. I couldn’t believe it when, one day, Lori came up to me in the cafeteria and asked if she could sit at my table. At first I didn’t react and then I mumbled, “Sure. Of course.”

She put down her tray in front of mine and sat across from me. She introduced herself with a happy grin and I barely managed to say who I was.

“I know who you are,” she said. “You’re Lisa’s girlfriend.”

“You know Lisa?”

“Yes, of course. Who doesn’t?”

“How would you know that? I mean, who told you I was Lisa’s girlfriend?”

“Everybody knows that. Although there’s a rumor going around…”

“What rumor?”

She bit her lip. “It’s nothing. It’s just nasty gossip.”

“Come on, you mentioned it first. I want to know what’s this rumor is about.”

She leaned toward me and whispered, “People are saying that you and Lisa are, um, kind of related.”

I sighed, once again feeling angry at my sister for her lies. But if I revealed the truth, I’d probably cause a big scandal, one that Mom and Dad would probably hear about. So once again, I played along. “People say that because we look alike.”

“Yes, you do.”

“But we aren’t related, okay?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to shock you or anything. I just thought that—I mean, usually gay people are more open-minded than most and so I thought I could—I mean, never mind.”

“I’m not gay.”

“You’re not? But you have a girlfriend!”

“Well, it’s complicated. I like girls, but I don’t like that word.”

“Is ‘lesbian’ better?”

I grimaced. I felt confused and under attack. “Lori, stop it. You don’t even know me.”

“Sorry. I’m usually not like this. I’m kind of nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?”

“Well,” she began, lowering her voice again. She ate another forkful of pasta and then stared at me. She had the bluest eyes. They were sparkling as if something was overwhelming her. “I kind of like girls myself. I’ve always wondered how it’d feel, making love to another woman. That must be amazing, right?”

I choked up again. I stared at her, feeling extremely embarrassed. I was an 18-year-old virgin, and this flamboyant, sexy blonde was asking me that?

“Well, yeah, it’s amazing,” I managed to say, looking down at my food.

We ate in silence for a while; then out of the blue she dropped the bomb.

“Well, uh, if your girlfriend and you would ever consider having a little three-way fun, I’d be most interested.”

***

When I told Lisa about Lori and her indecent proposal, my sister didn’t react.

“What’s the matter?” I said.

“Are you considering it?” Lisa said without looking at me.

“Should I?” I said, my eyes still fixed on her graceful frame of a forlorn-looking girl.

She was biting her lower lip. “It’s up to you. After all, you’re not my girlfriend. You’re just my sister.”

I walked up to Lisa and stood right in front of her. “What do you mean, I’m just your sister?”

Her greenish eyes rose and they looked at me. “You’re my sister, not my girlfriend, or wife, or anything else I may have made up about us.”

I grabbed hold of her hand and said, “But do you want to?”

Her hand felt cold to the touch. She was still shaking. “What?”

“To be my girlfriend?”

“Would you… want that?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “This feels so… weird.”

“It is,” my sister said. She gave a deep sigh and let go of my hand, looking sideways and away from me. Her profile was half-hidden by her raven hair. Then she faced me and held me by the arms. “But if you want to, I’d love to try.”

We hugged. She pulled my hair away and for the first time, we kissed.

It was sweet and tender, her tongue tentatively touching mine. I let her kiss me properly. Her tongue invaded my mouth, touching my teeth, searching for my tongue. A delicious thrill went down my spine. When the kiss ended, I could barely breathe.

“Wow, that was—”

“—spectacular, super-cool, amazing,” Lisa said, a smile emerging on her lips.

I laughed. “It’s better than I imagined.”

“Should we go… further?”

Suddenly I felt frightened. Was I ready to become my sister’s lover? I had been thinking about it for years… did I really want it to happen? All I could do was stammer “I… I don’t know…”

Lisa stood up and pulled me by the arm toward the hallway leading to our bedrooms. Before I could say anything she stopped and made a half turn. She looked at me with a serious, determined look on her face. “Look, I know you find this weird, but if you feel like it you can sleep with me tonight. Would you want that?”

I was taken aback by her words. One side of me made me think it’d be crazy to accept it, but another side of me, encouraged by my sister’s matter-of-factness, urged me to relax and go with the flow.

***

I was lying in bed with Lisa, side by side, our arms touching, our bodies bare. I looked at her and my eyes followed the contours of her body in the yellowish half-light: her breasts, round and succulent; her piercing-free belly button, a depression in her tense flat stomach; her pubes, a perfectly trimmed dark triangle announcing the treasures below.

I watched her watching me, her eyes falling upon my tuft of pubic hair, so similar to hers, adorning my vulva. I smelled the musk of my own arousal. I yearned for Lisa’s touch, for her hand to leave the bed sheets and trace my stomach toward my mons, teasing the soft curls, making me gasp for breath and anticipation.

I could no longer wait. I took my sister’s hand and made her touch between my thighs. An intense surge of pleasure invaded me, making me wet and desperate for more.

“Fuck me, Lisa. Fuck me.”

I woke up and sat up on the bed. I realized I was in my sister’s room and the bed was Lisa’s. My sister was soundly asleep, and neither of us was naked. The sexy dream I was having had been just that: a dream. Again, the familiar feeling of disappointment took over me.

I lay awake in Lisa’s bed for long minutes, heaving sighs from time to time. I wanted something to happen, but I didn’t know what or how. My sister had invited me to her bed, but for some reason she fell asleep after pulling the sheets over us.

Without really being aware of it, my hand drifted down toward my mons. I rubbed it over my panties, feeling the sexual tension grow inside my belly and between the walls of my vagina. I resisted the temptation to slip my fingers under my panties. It was a sin, my mother had told me so many times. I shouldn’t touch myself, but I shouldn’t have kissed Lisa either.

I tore my own hands away from my body, increasing my frustration and insomnia. I turned over several times in bed and, as luck would have it, my sister woke up.

“Annie? Why are you… Can’t you sleep?”

“No.” My voice sounded too plaintive for my taste.

Lisa turned on the lights. She faced me, her head braced against her arm. “What’s the matter?”

I didn’t answer immediately. I hesitated. It wasn’t easy to admit how frustrated and horny I was. I wanted her to make love to me, even if it was wrong. “Lisa, I…”

“Yes?”

Instead of saying it with words, I kissed her pointblank, slipping my tongue between her parted lips. I felt her moving away. “Annie, what…?”

“I want this. I want this more than anything.”

Lisa stared at me with surprise and apprehension. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, and to prove I meant it I grabbed hold of her hand and put it on my left breast. “Please make love to me. I love you. I do. I want us to be girlfriends. Don’t you?”

“Annie, why—so sudden?”

“I don’t know. I just need you. Right now.” And before she could say anything, I took off my t-shirt and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Like a mad girl I devoured her lips, sending myself into a sexual frenzy. “Oh, Lisa… I need you… I need you to fuck me.” As I said those words, my mind returned to that moment with Lori at the cafeteria. I almost didn’t recognize myself anymore. Where was that old Annie I knew so well, the one who never used words like that?

“Annie? What?”

I didn’t let her finish. I filled her mouth with my tongue, nibbling those luscious lips while I rubbed my body against hers. She let out a sigh and moaned as I kissed her neck, then smiled shyly as I removed her pajama top. It felt glorious when I felt her breasts touching mine. Slipping a hand between Lisa’s thighs, I touched her mons, then began to rub it.

“Touch my clit,” she whimpered.

As the inexperienced virgin I was, I let my sister guide me and touched her where she wanted. My heart raced when my fingers felt how moist she was. I was ecstatic about Lisa’s reaction to my own desire. We kissed fiercely, then softly, then fiercely again, all the while fingering each other. It was amazing to feel Lisa’s pussy clutching at my wet fingers, and to feel her inside me.

“Let’s take off our panties, then I’ll show you something really nice,” Lisa said, kneeling on the bed. With a catlike smile, my sister hooked up her fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and tugged them off. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about this.”

“About what?” I said.

“About kissing you. Undressing you. Making love to you. Making you mine.”

I moaned against the pillow, opening my legs to her, offering my body to my sweet older sister. “Oh, I’m yours, I’m all yours. Just fuck me.”

Lisa gave me a mischievous smile, getting rid of her own panties. In a quick gesture, she slid her slender body on mine. I raised my legs, enjoying the delicious rubbing of her pubis against my pussy, while we kissed like lovers, lost in wild abandon.

“Lisa, please fuck me. Fuck me!” I begged.

I flashed back to the dream I had had earlier, and the image of us lying naked in her bed made me grab her ass and grind her lower body against mine, opening my legs even further. I felt her wetness trickling into my vagina, and a mental picture began to take shape: I imagined Lisa making me pregnant, I imagined having her baby, our baby.

I felt a powerful surge of electricity go through my body, peaking at my nipples, my hands, then my legs and finally my lower belly. My body was shaking helplessly as I came like never before.

Finally I lay limp and bathed in sweat, weak as a newborn kitten.

“Wow, you’re really wild in bed,” Lisa said, smiling down at me and kissing me passionately.

We stared at each other for a long time. I took in her beauty, her jet hair, mussed with sweat and the odors of sex. “You didn’t…” I said.

“That’s okay. There’s plenty of time for you to return the favor.” She smiled. “So… my little sister is still a virgin.”

My eyes went wide and Lisa murmured, “I could feel your hymen when I fingered you.”

I giggled, in spite of myself. “Well, you aren’t. I sure couldn’t feel yours.”

Lisa chuckled, and caressed my face. “Yes, you’re right. I’m not a virgin anymore… thanks to Kylie.”

“Kylie? But she’s a girl. How can she—”

“Girls can lose their virginity to other girls too. One day I’ll show you how… if you let me. Will you?”

I nodded, playing with her hair, so similar to mine. Suddenly I encircled her naked body with my arms.

“What’s the matter?” Lisa said, smiling. “Afraid of losing me all of a sudden?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m just happy; happy that this has happened with someone I trust, someone I’ve known my entire life. It doesn’t feel so weird anymore.”

Lisa nuzzled my face. “I love you, Annie. And I really do want us to be girlfriends.”

“I… I’d like that,” I sighed, turning to capture my sweet sister’s mouth in a lover’s kiss.

The End

 

11 Comments on This is Love, Part Two

  1. Euphrosyne, thalia & Aglaia says:

    YES!…the final realization! Annie & Lisa now more than just sisters, but lovers as well.
    All the confusion, the lies, the weird social awkwardness, all dissipated as the sisters inexorably driven by their deep desires finally consummate their special relationship!

    A great story of angst and passion, Jan Vincent. Hope all us readers will get to read another story from you, here at Juicy Secreats someday!

    E,T&A

    • JetBoy says:

      Sadly, Jan found religion and renounced her Sisters in Love website, lesbian erotica, and probably being gay.

      It’s one of my biggest gripes with religious faith — people of great creativity giving it all up for God.

      • Euphrosyne,Thalia & Aglaia says:

        Hey JetBoy!
        Thanks for that little update. Yes, it is too bad that Jan has “seen the light” as it were, many a creative person has been stifled by the restrictive beliefs of some religions…Too bad we couldn’t invent a red or blue pill,ala The Matrix, to reverse the effects and pull back the curtain to reveal reality…I’m reminded of a song from that great English rock band Jethro Tull(headed by the legendary Ian Anderson of Scotland by way of Blackpool),whose song: “Wind-up”, from his album Aqualung, decried the authoritarianism of the religious zealots, and that line from the song, which, some how I’ve manged to remember,almost 50 years later:
        “He’s not the kind you have to wind-up on Sundays”

        Maybe in some far off future time things will change, and the “Age of Reason” will be resurrected(pun intended)

        E,T&A

  2. wwilk says:

    I remembered that story as being longer on SIL. It was awhile ago and I am pretty old so who knows. Great story though.

  3. David says:

    It was a great ending to the story and having sisters become lovers is so hot. I will mill Jan’s writing, it was very erotic. But a good thing is we have plenty of erotic stories to read in JS and a lot of great writers My thanks to all of you for your great work!

  4. Jay says:

    A wonderful tale of awakening how to be able to admit the love and finding she is also having the same intense love.

    Jay

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