Sister Adventures

There are some things you can bring up with friends, other things you bring up in therapy, and sometimes there are things only your sister can help you with.

My name is Stephanie and I'm 37-years-old. Like a lot of women I know, I'm bisexual, but I didn't figure that out until well into my 30s. Growing up, there were so many women: actresses, singers, and athletes that I was obsessed with. I dreamed of being their best friend and hanging out with them all the time. Looking back, it's now obvious to me these were my earliest crushes. It's funny how everything looks different when you realize one new little detail. Which brings me to my sister.

Colleen is 36-years-old. We're practically Irish twins and have been best friends our whole lives since I can't remember a time before her. We were only a grade apart in school, went to the same college, took some classes together, and got to be in the same dorm room for two years.

She married her college boyfriend not long after graduating and ended up divorcing him almost 10 years later. She caught him cheating and it really screwed with her sense of trust. In men, at least. We ended up growing even closer because in her divorce settlement, she got the house and I moved in shortly after that. It reminded us of being back at college and was so much fun despite it all being a rough time for Colleen.

Months later, I came out to her as bi. Not only was she supportive, but she surprised me by saying she was too! She realized it in high school, but didn't know anyone who was out, so she kept it to herself. At college we both met women who were gay, bi, and other types of queer, but she ended up with her boyfriend pretty quickly, and she was happy with him, so what was the point in exploring with other people, she figured. The irony!

So that takes us to more recent events. Colleen's marriage ended about 3 years ago, and I've found dating to be almost impossible the last few years. Men just aren't doing it for me anymore and I stopped trying with them. Because I didn't realize my own sexuality for so long, I've only ever dated men and didn't know where to begin with women. I've also read too many horror stories online about bi women feeling shamed by other people in the queer community. While I know those are limited experiences, it made me too nervous to put myself out there.

So I've chosen to remain single and enjoy the life I have. And you know what? I really do enjoy it! Plenty of toys to keep me satisfied, none of the social hangups, and my best friend/sister who lives right down the hall.

Okay, fine. I do miss another person's touch once in a while, but I'll pass if it means having to sit through another dinner with "What's your favorite color?" or "Let me tell you about my ex."

Ugh! No thanks!

But one evening while we were having dinner at home, Colleen asked me something. At first, it was like any other conversation we had. She asked if I had ever been with a woman. Sex talk was not out of the ordinary for us. We tell each other everything.

I told her I hadn't, and she asked even if it was something small. A kiss, a date that didn't lead to anything. Anything. Still no, I said.

She looked a little let down. Not in anything I did, just that I wouldn't have any experience to impart.

I asked if she was thinking about being with a woman and she said she has been thinking about it a lot. Like a lot! But, same as me, she had no idea how to put herself out there, and was nervous to start in her mid 30s. She figured anyone she'd meet would be a lifelong lesbian who wouldn't want to have this queer virgin to train (her words, not mine).

I laughed, said I understood, and that it was the same reason I hadn't done anything. She replied saying the ideal situation would be to find someone who had little to no experience with a woman and was willing to be a fuck buddy so that they could both figure it out together before trying to date.

Colleen wasn't the type to come up with hypotheticals lightly. She usually thought out all the details. I smiled and asked her if she had someone in mind. And this is where it got weird. She turned away and said, "I dunno."

I dunno? My sister never says I dunno!

I wasn't mad that she said it, but... she just doesn't say that! Not to me. If she had someone in mind, she would tell me. If she didn't then she would tell me that too. "I dunno" meant she did have someone in mind and was embarrassed to tell me. But why? We tell each other everything!

We told each other when we each lost our virginity. She told me when she broke into a neighbor's house as a kid (it was a dare, she knew where the fake rock key was and was in there for all of 10 seconds). I told her when I first got drunk and high, when a guy first came in my mouth, when I purposefully dressed a little risqué to help get a promotion (it worked, I earned it too), and what my first sex dreams about girls were like. She told me the same kind of stuff. So please understand when I say, this "I dunno" was so weird!

I'm sure my face revealed some confusion, but I didn't want to push her. She changed the conversation and it was otherwise a normal evening. If she was uncomfortable telling me, she'd get there in time. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to try and figure it out. No snooping, just a lot of mental detective work.

It couldn't have been anyone at her job. She told me about all the women who were openly queer and they were either "well experienced" playing the field or in committed relationships. No newbie queers there.

It couldn't have been anyone in her running group because there was only one lesbian there and while Collen thinks she's hot, she was married. Colleen isn't perfect, but she's not about to be the other woman after being cheated on. Besides, there was the experience thing again.

There was the woman, Jaqueline, who owned the bakery we frequented. They flirted sometimes and somehow they once got on the topic of dating. Colleen mentioned how she was bi, and Jaqueline said she was gay, but never found her "Mrs. Right."

I thought for a few days that it could be her, but then I saw Jaqueline out one night, clearly on a date with a woman. I mentioned it casually to Colleen and she happily replied that she knew, and they had been dating for months. She was not upset about it in the slightest.

So... if not her... then who?

I kept thinking of other possibilities, and even if I found someone who made sense, what didn't make sense was her not telling me. She would have told me about the barista, or the hot goth woman down the block, or that terrible local podcast woman at the park who wants "hot takes" from anyone who will stop to give her a sound byte about why being gay is a sin, but everyone can see she's ridiculously closeted and is one good fucking away from coming out! So who?!

Who is a woman in Colleen's life whom she is open to the idea of being with, but also has little to no experience in that realm. The only person I could think of was... me?

And that's when it hit me. Colleen was talking about me. I'm a queer woman. I have no experience being with another woman. And I am definitely someone she would be too nervous to tell.

"I'm right... right?" was my only thought.

Because it fit. It fit like the last piece of a puzzle. But that didn't mean I was confident enough to just go ask her, "Hey, sis, is the woman you want to fuck, me by any chance?! Your own flesh and blood sister?"

No. If I was going to confront her, I needed to do it just right so that if I was wrong, I could shrug it off and we could quickly move on. But if I was right... oh shit... what if I was right?!

And that sent my mind spiraling. It filled with images of us being intimate. I'd often fantasized about being with a woman, but never my sister. This was a first and what was weirder is I suddenly found myself being okay with it. I wasn't turned on, but I wasn't repulsed or disgusted. It was this satisfying feeling of "this is fine."

I then remembered exactly what Colleen said. She wanted a fuck buddy. Not a girlfriend or a serious relationship. She wanted a woman at her experience level to go through this with. It wasn't about falling in love, it was about sex. Would it be so wrong if that was with me? Could I find myself getting past the fact that we're sisters and just look at this as the two of us helping each other out and being there for one another like we always had been?

Oddly, yeah, I think I could.

I sat with it for a few more days. I didn't want to be impulsive, and the more I lived with the idea, the more on board I was getting.

It was an early Saturday evening when I decided to sit Colleen down and talk. I wanted to make sure it was before dinner as we usually had a glass of wine on Saturdays and I needed us both to be completely sober so I knew for sure we were thinking clearly. I get it's just one glass, but I didn't want any excuses for either of us.

"Hey, Col," I started. "Can you sit with me? I want to ask you something."

"Sure, girl. What's up?" she asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

"You remember a couple weeks ago when we were talking about either of us ever being with another woman?"

She adjusted herself on the couch ever so slightly. She knew exactly what I meant and couldn't hide her discomfort. I didn't want her to feel awkward even for a second, but it was necessary to get to the truth.

"Ummm," she started. "Yeah, why do you ask?"

"I've been thinking about it, and you said something that really caught my attention. When I asked if you had a woman in mind, you said you didn't know. Colleen, you are always direct with me. You would have told me if there was someone or if there wasn't. Even if you didn't want me to know who, you would have said that, and we both know I would have respected that boundary."

"O-okay..." she replied, her voice cracking a little.

"What I realized is you did have someone in mind, but you were so embarrassed to tell even me. Col, I want you to know there is nothing you can't tell me."

I placed my hand on her thigh as physical touch has always been a comfort for us both. She jumped ever so slightly.

"No matter what, I love you. I won't judge you, I won't hate you, I won't walk away from you. I am here through anything and everything."

"Okay, but, Steph, this isn't what you think," she said, placing a hand on top of mine. "This isn't about some random person who might be bad for me or-"

"It's me," I jumped in, cutting her off.

Her face turned the brightest shade of red I had ever seen on another person. She breathed heavily to the point that I thought she'd start hyperventilating. I moved my hand to her cheek and scooted in closer. She felt so warm to the touch.

"The woman you were talking about is me."

She just stared at me. I refused to look away. She needed to know what I said was true and that none of this would scare me off. I don't know if it was a few seconds or whole minutes, but we were both so quiet.

"How did you know?" she finally managed to ask through a whisper.

"Colleen," I said, tilting my head and giving a reassuring smile. "We know everything about each other. It took me a few days, but I figured it out."

"Okay, but it was just a thought I had that day!" she blurted, trying to find an excuse. "It's not like I've been fostering a crush for years, I don't think about us like that, it literally just got in my head that day and when I started to talk to you, I was going to say something, but then I chickened out because I know we shouldn't!"

"I believe you," I told her. And I did. She wouldn't lie to me in this moment. I wouldn't lie to her.

"It's just a random thought that came and went. I put it behind me, I know it's not happening, I'm not trying to make it happen," she said, dropping her head.

"Oh," I said, rocking my head side to side. "That's too bad. Because since I've had time, I started to think about it. And I gotta say, I'm into it!"

Her face darted back up. "What?!"

"Yeah, I mean you said you wanted a fuck buddy. Someone to explore this side of your sexuality and the more I thought about it, the more I realized I want to be that person. I've wanted to explore that for me too and I feel safest with you. So if you're really over it, that's fine. But if you ever want to explore tha-"

Colleen interrupted with a kiss. I flinched because I was caught off guard, but then I quickly settled in and reciprocated. We both opened our mouths and our tongues pressed into the other. Every first kiss I ever had was a few seconds, but this went on and on. Neither of us seemed to want to stop. We were both breathing heavily, our arms wrapped around each other's body.

"Holy shit," I thought. "I'm making out with my sister!"

We slowed just enough for us to take pause. Our lips released as we both lowered our heads and rested on the other's forehead. My eyes remained closed and we both slowly breathed in silence for a moment.

"Did... did you like that?" she asked, cautiously.

I placed my hands on her face, and looked her deep in her eyes. "Colleen. Do that again."

She smiled at me in a way I had never seen before. Her eyes lit up and she leaned forward as we went back at it. Kissing her was intoxicating, and didn't leave any doubts in my mind.

When I first decided I would talk with Colleen, I prepared myself for the best and the worst outcomes, but I didn't think about the details. I figured there was a chance she would want to try something, but I didn't entertain what that something could be. I didn't see a point in planning for such an unlikely event and just told myself to keep an open mind and be supportive of my sister. An open mind was no longer an issue. She and I had both repressed this side of our sexuality for too long and we could tell it was all about to come out.

Colleen made the first move by gliding her hands up my arms, cupping both of them under my chin and to the sides of my face. She held me there for a few seconds. It was all so she could reposition her hands and slowly moved them down my chest. She cupped around both of my tits and pressed her hands into them.

I moaned in delight and pushed harder with my tongue to let her know I was enjoying it. My hands were behind her head, fingers massaging the back of her scalp, a place I knew was sensitive for her.

A few minutes ago I was anxious to start a conversation with my sister. Now, here I was making out with her, tasting her sweet mouth, stimulating one of her pleasure zones while she was giving my tits a squeeze.

She pulled back and quickly grabbed at the bottom of my shirt. We were mentally in sync with one another. I knew to lift my arms up so she could remove my shirt and then I did the same to her. We next unclasped each other's bras and our tits were out.

I leaned back slightly to get a good look at her. My sister and I both worked out regularly, we're athletically built, and I've always known we looked good. But this time, for the first time, I saw her as the sexy woman she was. I reached my hands out to cup her tits and she did the same to me. Her body was soft and warm, her hands felt so good against my skin and around my nipples.

We gazed at each other, hands all over each other's tits, legs around each other. We just held there for a minute, both wanting to take it in.

"Want to go to the bedroom?" she asked. "I never was one for sex on the couch."

Oh she was clever!

She made her intentions clear without directly stating it. Obviously, this was uncharted territory for us both, as sisters and as women. We could have done things slowly, paced ourselves, stopped there and tried more another day. But no. This was more than a make out session with us having just reached second base. In her mind, we were only getting started. This was her way of telling me she was ready to fuck.

Good. So was I.

We took each other by the hand and made our way upstairs, into Colleen's bedroom. Her king size bed, soft sheets, and plush pillows were all so welcoming. They matched the lovely softness of her skin.

Colleen laid me down and climbed on top. I saw the desire in her eyes and she hovered over my chest. She leaned down, opened her mouth, and began licking my tit.

"Oh fuck yeah," I said after a sharp gasp. It was clear she was about to lick me, but the feeling of her soft tongue against my nipple was still unexpected in the best way. It sent a jolt up my spine.

She moved over to my other tit and licked it all the same. Both my nipples were hard and she began to suck on them. I placed a hand around her head and pulled her in slightly. Another wordless gesture to tell her to do more.

She opened her mouth wider and sucked on my tit. It was warm in her mouth and the feeling was exhilarating. I could feel her tongue swirling around my nipple. I moaned at the pleasure this was bringing me and she sucked even harder. Too hard. This caused me to let out a slight "eck" which led her to stop.

"I'm sorry!" Colleen exclaimed, looking nervous. "I got carried away."

"It's fine," I said, brushing the hair back from her face. "Get carried away some more."

She flashed me that smile again and the desire returned to her eyes. She lunged forward, kissing me more, and I kissed her back. We couldn't get enough of each other.

I reached my hands down and squeezed her ass. Damn, it felt so nice in my hands. Over her pants wasn't enough so I slid them down and grabbed her ass properly. I squeezed hard and dug my nails in just a little. She moaned into my mouth and I broke off to lick her neck.

This was all headed for the inevitable. So far Colleen had been the aggressive one, but I wanted it to be my turn. I wanted to be with a woman as sexier as her just as long as she had.

I grabbed hold and rolled us over, now I was on top. She giggled slightly as we went around and I made my way down to her incredible tits. I licked, I sucked, I swirled my tongue around her nipples. She moaned and whimpered throughout all of it and without realizing, I began grinding my pussy against her leg.

"Oh you're really getting into it now," she said, grinning.

That's when I noticed what I was doing. Not wanting to stop, I pulled down my pants and then hers. She smiled and giggled, this was going exactly where she dreamed. Where we both had dreamed.

We were each down to our panties and I was ready. I had longed to be in this very spot with a woman. Saw it in countless videos, imagined myself with so many of my favorite stars. And now, the real opportunity presented itself. The first pussy I was going to eat: my little sister's.

Colleen knew it was about to happen. There was no "are you sure, let's talk about this." We knew each other. We didn't need words to know what the other was feeling. We had been communicating with our eyes, our hands, our tongues, and our bodies. She wanted it, I wanted it.

I grabbed the band of her panties and pulled down. Colleen lifted her ass up to help me remove them with ease. Soon I would know how she tasted.

I looked her in the eyes. She was rubbing her tits with her hands and breathing lightly. I maneuvered down between her legs, never breaking eye contact. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue out, making the slightest of contact with her pussy. Her whole body shook.

"Don't tease me," she whispered, squeezing her tits more to show how much she wanted it.

I finally looked down, spread her lips with my hands, and began licking her delicious, wet pussy.

"Ahhhhh," she moaned as she threw her head back.

I gave long strokes with my tongue up her pussy over and over. Each lick made her wetter, put more of her taste on my tongue, made us both more excited. My licks got faster, her breathing increased. I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled me in, but I lifted up just enough to let her know there was more.

I tilted my head up just a bit and used one hand to expose her clit from the hood. It popped up, hard and ready.

"Oh fuck yeah," he moaned. "Do it, Steph. Suck my fucking clit."

I took her clit in my mouth. I had seen this in porn so many times, felt men do it to me, but this? This was better than I imagined. Each suck caused her to moan more. When I started to lick and flick it with my tongue, she gasped. I was doing that. I was causing my sister to feel all that ecstasy with my mouth. It was a thrilling rush that brought its own sense of pleasure.

I started to suck on her clit some more, pulling on it with my lips. She wriggled around in delight and I held onto her hips to keep her delicious pussy in my mouth. Was I there for one minute? Ten? More? I couldn't say. Time had no meaning. With my face buried between my sister's legs, time was no longer measured by the ticking hands of a clock, but with each of her moans that increased in volume.

"Oh... oh... OH..." Colleen started to shout.

It was building up for her. I saw no reason to slow down. I stuck a finger into her pussy and she gasped. I glided it in and out, slowly at first and then with greater intensity.

"Oh, Steph! Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah! Steph, don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

I wouldn't dream of it. Her cries made me go harder. I added a second finger. My hand became drenched from her pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Oh... OH! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oooooh fuuuuuck!"

Her body trembled as she orgasmed. She came all over my hand and mouth. I pulled my fingers out, grabbed her hips again, and began licking her pussy furiously. Her cries turned back into loud moans and pants as I didn't give her a break. I looked up from between her legs and saw her wonderful tits going up and down as she breathed hard and fast. My licking never stopped, it didn't take long for the second orgasm to hit.

"Fuck! Fuck yeah, Steph! Eat that pussy! Eat my fucking pussy! Fuuuuuuck!"

Another wave of her cum in my mouth. I slowed my licking down and stopped a few seconds later. I could feel her body trembling slightly as I moved back up so we could be face to face.

Colleen's eyes were closed and she muttered, "Oh god. Oh god. Fuck that felt so good. Did we go too far? Shit! Is it weird now?"

I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand and nuzzled the other cheek with my nose. Clearly she was having some post-orgasm worries, but I wasn't.

"Shhhhh," I whispered into her ear. "Col, I love you. You don't need to worry about that. You don't need to be scared about regrets. Not about this. I know what we just did and nothing will make this weird for me. I'm having too much fun and I don't want to stop."

She looked at me and grinned.

"You always know how to make me feel better," she said as she brought her hand to my face.

"Yeah, and I think I'm learning new ways to do that too!"

We laughed together and then kissed. The kiss lingered and she rolled on top of me. Her hand made its way down past my stomach and into my panties. She rubbed my pussy and I moaned while continuing to kiss her. Whatever brief worries she had were gone.

She next pulled my panties down, but didn't get between my legs. Instead, she took my hand and guided me to stand up on my knees on the bed.

"I always wanted to try this," she said as she laid back.

I immediately understood and positioned myself over her, one knee on each side of her head. I lowered myself down slowly and stopped when I felt her mouth.

First, I ate my sister out, now I was sitting on her face. The day contained so many wonderful new experiences.

Her tongue felt like a feather. She used it to give my pussy long, deep licks. I found myself grinding and riding her face. She stuck her tongue further in and my pussy got wetter, dripping down her chin and onto her neck. I kept grinding back and forth. It was so much, I leaned back and saw Colleen had a leg bent up. I grabbed it to stabilize myself. This gave me even better leverage and I grinded harder.

Back and forth, over and over on Colleen's velvety tongue. I felt the orgasm building. I moaned and grunted.

"I'm gonna cum," I told her.

"Yeah! Cum all over my face!"

"Cum all over my sister's pretty little face?"

"Mmmmm!" She responded, her hands now squeezing my hips and pulling me down slightly. The sister talk did something extra to her. I admit, it did something for me now too. The taboo of it all wasn't lost on us. Knowing it turned her on, turned me on. I was happy to lean into it.

I kept grinding, it kept building.

"Oh... oh yeah! Here it comes," I said. "Oh, Col! Oh, Col! Oh fuck, your tongue is so good! I'm gonna fucking cum on your face! I'm gonna cum all over my sister's face!"

She pulled again.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!!!"

I never had an orgasm in that position before nor had I cum from oral sex before. It felt wonderful. I gushed and Colleen's mouth was covered. I fell forward and just caught myself with my hands on the bed as the strength went out of me. I was barely able to shift my weight and lift a leg to let her out from under me.

Once she was clear, I fell into the bed and she snuggled up next to me.

"You uh, you really went with the sister thing," she said. "Was kinda hot."

"Yeah, I could tell you liked it," I responded. "I'm starting to like it too."

"Really?" she asked, excitedly.

"You're my dirty little sister," I said as I rolled towards her. "And I'm your dirty big sister."

She giggled at this.

"And it's not weird for you?" she asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Col, I meant everything I said. I love you so much. I admit, I was... uncertain... what to think at first when I figured it out. My mind went in a lot of directions, but none of them were bad, and all of them had one thing in common: we were together."

She grabbed hold of my hand and I squeezed hers in return.

"I love you too," she said. "I'm also really hungry."

"Oh god, me too!"

We laughed, got dressed, and ordered some takeout. The evening was like any of the other Saturdays we spent together. Nothing felt different. Those "I love you's" weren't sudden declarations of us now being in love. It was the same sisterly love we had always felt.

We even slept in our separate rooms that night. I passed out and had nothing but sex dreams. Colleen was there as were a few other women I fantasized about.

The next morning, she was already awake, we had coffee in the kitchen and discussed the night before.

"Any regrets?" she asked, cautiously.

"Not a one," I replied with a grin. "In fact, I'm hoping we could do more today."

She straightened up, her eyebrows raised. It was a yes if there ever was one. But we didn't rush to it right then and there. We continued to enjoy our coffees and talked about what this meant for us.

We agreed, it was a fuck buddy situation. It's what we both wanted. We ended up calling it one of our sister adventures, a phrase we coined as kids. Whenever we wanted to do something, just the two of us, none of our friends, we went on a sister adventure. This was that. It would continue as long as we felt it was good for both of us, but we weren't dating, we weren't a couple. Colleen was serious about wanting to be in a relationship with a woman and now I was too. This was us gaining the confidence and experience to pursue that. But we also weren't in any hurry since we were having so much fun together.

That afternoon, we had sex again. It was even better than the night before as all our nervousness was gone. We explored each other freely and communicated what we wanted to try.

Kissing her was incredible. I couldn't get enough of her lips. Playing with and sucking her tits was also wonderful. We stopped to laugh at one point when Colleen said having boobs in her face was a fun new experience and I jiggled them over her.

She got that look in her eye and flipped me over. Colleen licked me slowly from my toes up to my pussy. No one had ever paid such loving attention to me like that. Her tongue dragging across skin was divine, sending tingles throughout my body. When she reached my pussy, she took long, slow licks from the bottom to the top.

The day before, things felt more urgent. Like we needed to try things quickly, worried the high would pass. But this day, we knew we had time. And Colleen used every second she could.

Long lick after long lick. Her tongue pressed firmly into my slit, sneaking its way inside me, and back out as it finished against my hood. The most wonderful feeling on a never ending loop.

"Ooooh fuck, Col," I moaned as she continued to tongue me.

Her hands slid up my hips, onto my stomach, past my ribs, and rested on my tits. She pinched my nipples and I squealed in delight. Her tongue never slowed and my body felt like it was slowly catching fire. I didn't know if I should scream or hold my breath. It built gradually, but slowly. Oh so slowly. Like she wanted it that way.

I looked down and Colleen was so beautiful between my legs. Her focus was on my pussy, her eyes down, her hands expertly teasing my nipples. And then she flicked my clit. And again. And again.

"Ughhh," I let out with a breath. "Oh, Col!"

She looked up at me right then. Her eyes were intense. She brought a hand down to spread my hood. I could feel my clit pulsating and as her tongue made direct contact, I grunted.

"Fuck!"

I could feel Colleen smile, and her licking didn't stop. In fact, it increased, and everything escalated quickly. Her long, soft strokes earlier built me up so well and had gotten me ready, my body was screaming for release and Colleen was about to give it to me.

I arched my back, pushing more of my pussy into her. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in. I wanted it, needed it. Colleen grabbed my hips and gave it right back.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Oooooh fuuuuck!!!"

I felt an intense heat I have never before experienced. I've had good orgasms before, but this went to another level. Colleen added to it by furiously licking my clit, prolonging as much as she could. I panted, yelled yes, and held her to me until I could take it anymore. I pushed her off and fell limp.

She stayed down there, her head resting on my thigh. My eyes were mostly closed, but I could see her looking up at me through the slits. She looked so sweet, so lovely.

My eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me.

"I really like doing that," she said, like someone who needed to tell me her secret.

"Making me cum?" I asked, my breath still shaky.

"Well yes," she said with a laugh. "But eating pussy. It's so good!"

"Hey, as long as you like doing it, I'll enjoy it on my end."

"And what about you?" Colleen asked as she started to move up my body, kissing me along the way. "Do you like doing it?"

"Ooooh yeah," I answered. Hands finding her as she continued the ascent up my body.

"Feel like doing it again?" she asked, playfully.

"Yes, but give me a minute... or five. You wrecked me."

She giggled and kissed my cheek, snuggling me. She whispered how much this meant to her, how glad she was that we could do this, and that she hoped we could for a while. I nodded along and felt no different.

When the strength returned, I rolled over and kissed her. Her lips tasted of me and were softer for it. I ate her out like it was my last meal. She squirmed and screamed and I licked up the sweat and cum off her delightfully beautiful body.

We fell asleep in her bed and woke a couple hours later. It was evening and we spent it watching a movie and eating leftovers like many of our Sundays.

The next day at work was completely normal. I didn't feel like I had this big secret I was keeping from everyone. I didn't feel like the taboo was hovering over my head and I had to hide it. It was just the start of another work week.

I know it was that way for Colleen too when she texted me her usual Monday morning vent about the coworker she wishes would stop greeting everyone about how wonderful Monday mornings are.

"They aren't. Find an actual personality!" her text read.

I laughed to myself and knew. I knew this past weekend hadn't changed anything between us or how we saw one another. She's my sister, my best friend, and I love her. We found this new way to help each other and for the time being, we would keep at it. We'd keep going on our sister adventures.

The End.