"Oh hi daddy! Come on in!"
“Okay, laundry, teeth, other stuff, check, check, check!” She went through the list in her head and then turned off the light switch in the laundry room or alcove or whatever you wanted to call it and she led me to the bedroom. Ah the bed—in which we’d both be sleeping together—naked. If my sister had been a guy, then I knew I would have been getting a whole lot of dick first before being allowed to fall asleep with how this evening had progressed.
Finding ways for us both to be naked, throwing away my only pair of panties, insisting that we sleep naked in the same bed, yeah, I’d fully be expecting some dick in me, but with my sister? Nah, that’s just…just weird, but whatever. She was still Kelly, but, I don’t know. More worldly? More…uh…21st century? I just couldn’t put my finger on it, so I mentally shrugged and listened to her explain which sides we’d be sleeping on.
She was quite descriptive as to her reason why I should be on one side and her on the other, when it really came down to the fact that she wanted to be on the side of the bed with the alarm clock and her cell phone charger, which she had plugged her phone into. I usually just plug my phone into my laptop, but I also have a wall charger too.
It felt very awkward climbing into bed completely naked, but once I’d pulled the covers over me, and felt the soft velvety comfort of the Egyptian cotton sheets against my naked flesh, I was sold.
I thought I might get a little chilly, but then I realized that I’d been naked for a while already and I wasn’t cold at all—not even the slightest.
Kelly turned off the light next to her and slid into bed next to me.
“What did I tell you?” she said. “Sheets feel great, don’t they?”
“You are right about that!” I said as I squished my head into my fluffy down pillows.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Nevermind.”
“No, go ahead and tell me. You can ask me anything you know.”
“Well, are you…”
“Am I what?”
I chickened out and asked a much wimpier question than the one I had swimming in my head, “are you naked at home a lot?”
“Oh yeah,” she scoffed, “pretty much all the time. Even if I’m only home for a few hours between work or whatever, I take off all my clothes and enjoy it while I can.”
“Are you a nudist then?”
“I never really thought about myself as a nudist, but I do like being naked pretty much whenever I can be, so I suppose if the shoe fits…”
“When was the last time you were with a guy?”
“Oh Jeez, I’d say four, maybe five years.”
I sat up in bed and gasped. “Five years?”
Kelly was silent for a moment and said, “Yeah, probably closer to five than four, so, yeah.”
“Do you crave it?”
“You mean sex?”
“Well, I guess I crave being sexy. I can’t really say I crave being with any guy in particular…”
I swallowed and went for it. “How about girls?”
“What about girls?”
“Do you ever think about girls?”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
I sighed and said, “Do you ever think about girls in a sexy way?”
“Well who doesn’t? We’re in a society that hyper-sexualizes women starting at a very young age…”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Alright then, yes.”
“Yes, I sometimes think about girls in a sexy way.”
“More often than guys?”
“You could say that.”
“Are you a lesbian?”
“What?” I said worried that I crossed a line in my questioning.
“Labels? I don’t understand.”
“You think about only guys and sex, you’re supposed to be straight, you think about girls, you’re supposed to be gay. What if I don’t care who I or anyone thinks about?”
“Uh… you’re bi?”
She snorted again.
“Bi-curious? Come on, be honest with me, I won’t judge.”
“Alright, alright, it’s true that I probably think about girls more than guys…a lot more.”
“What kind of girls?” I asked, my heart beating faster for some reason.
“Oh, sometimes celebrities, sometimes girls I see on the street in passing.”
“Anyone you know?”
“Do you ever think about me?”
“I think about you all the time. You’re my sister.”
“You know what I mean. Do you ever think of me as…more than your sister?”
“It’s okay if you do, I promise I wouldn’t be offended.”
She swallowed and cleared her throat before saying, “I…uh…I can’t say. Do you ever think about me?”
I smiled coyly, which I wasn’t sure if she could see in the dim light before saying, “I think about you all the time. You’re my sister.”
She snorted and said, “Hey! That’s my line!”
“So tell me, is this whole naked thing just a ruse? Throwing away my panties and all? You don’t really live a panty-free life do you?”
“I do actually. Check out all of my drawers if you don’t believe me. You’ll find bras, and even stockings and garters, but no panties.”
“I believe you.”
“Good, because I don’t have any. And I really didn’t have any ulterior motive in throwing away your panties, I promise. I saw them on the floor and thought, “Ew, old panties,” and just threw them away like they were a used tissue or something. I don’t know.”
“So,” I began, “when was the last time you were with another girl?”
“Who says I was?”
“By how specific you were when I’d asked about when the last time you were with a guy, and you said ‘a guy?’ as in ‘not another girl you mean?’”
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
“Because I know you and your stalling tactics, it just didn’t click until now.”
“Alright, alright, it was about four months ago when I went to Paris. Her name was Mathilde and she was beautiful…”
“Tell me about her.”
“You really want to know?”
“Okay, um, she seduced me actually. I think she picked up on my vibes, because I was particularly horny on that trip. I’d brought some erotica with me on my tablet and that’s all I read the whole flight. Let me tell you, by the time the plane landed, I was wetter than Splash Mountain.”
“What? Like Fifty Shades or something?”
“Oh, way better. I’ll have to let you read them some time. Well, in any case, Mathilde somehow caught my scent and talked me into going out to a bistro with her after all the business meetings were done for the evening. Before the night was over, we were back in her Paris apartment and we were deeply exploring each other’s works of art.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the vivid analogy. “She showed you her own personal Louvre I take it?”
She laughed as well, “Something like that. It was amazing.” She sighed. “Best sex I ever had.”
“Better than any guy?”
“Oh, by a factor of ten easily. A hundred even. I’ve never had a Frenchman, but I couldn’t imagine that any could make me any happier than Mathilde did that night…”
“How come you never told me?”
“I just did.”
“No, before. Why weren’t you more open with me about your sexuality before now?”
“I…I didn’t know how you’d react. You would always ask me about which guys I thought were attractive, and I would clam up, thinking that you meant men and only men. I figured it would be safer to just keep my feelings to myself.”
“Feelings for women you mean?”
“Something like that.”
“Feelings towards me even?”
“I can’t say.”
“You can’t say what kind of feelings you have for me?”
“Well, I love you, you know that, right?”
“As a sister or…?”
“Of course as a sister!” she almost sounded offended.
“I know you love me as a sister, but now I can’t help but think you’ve thought of me as something more than that. Am I completely wrong?”
“I can’t say whether I’ve had other types of thoughts about you,” she paused.
“Why couldn’t you?”
“Have you ever masturbated and thought about me?”
“You said I could ask you anything!”
“I want an honest answer.”
“That’s kind of personal, don’t you think?”
“You just told me you had an amazing one night stand with a sexy French woman some three or four months ago or whenever it was, and now you can’t tell me honestly whether you’ve thought about me sexually or not?”
“Well, when you put it that way…”
“Okay, maybe once or twice when I’ve played with myself, a stray thought about you might have popped into my head…okay?”
“Have you ever thought about me licking your pussy?”
“Well, have you?”
“Well, uh, sort of…”
“I suppose I have, but it’s more the other…way…around…”
…continued in part 6…
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As to writer’s block, I don’t really find that I have that problem. More often I find that I don’t have time to write or have other things that distract me when I do have free time. “Oh yeah, I wanted to watch this show over here…”
If I’m feeling tired or crappy, I also have a tough time writing. Sometimes, I have to force myself to make time to write and then I just lose myself in what I’m writing and often end up going to bed late or miss out on something else I was supposed to do. Sometimes I just need a really good push and then I roll down the hill for a good long time! ;)
I actually have more ideas for stories than I have time to write them. It’s a real shame because if I was able to pay the bills with my erotica, I’d be able to write a whole lot more of it! That won’t be able to happen until places like Amazon get off their high horse and allow for the 1st Amendment to breathe free in fictional literature.
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