Older sister who has so many filthy thoughts about her younger sister, but wants to protect her. Her love for her sister is stronger than her lust, at least until younger sister sees and hears older sis masturbating, mumbling, "I love you sis... fuck me like that... you're so pretty... I need you..."
And suddenly younger sis is overwhelmed with love for big sis. She spends whole days distracted from her college prep thinking about what big sis meant. She was always the one so put together. So reliable, so real. They had always been close... how had she not noticed? Or maybe she did notice the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the subtle lip bite as little sis changed her shirt. Maybe she wasn't ready to think about her sis that way... and maybe now was the perfect time.
Little sis knocking on big sister's door. Big sister looking disheveled, breathless. Little sis smiles devilishly because she knows what big sis was doing, and who she was thinking of while doing it. Taking big sis' hands, leading her to the bed, sitting close, their legs overlapping. Noticing big sis' throat shift as she swallows nervously. "I want you to know that I love you, too. I saw you masturbating, moaning my name. I loved it." Big sis flustered and shocked, hardly believing her ears, ashamed and afraid and so turned on. Little sis pressing her down into the blankets, climbing over her, kissing and kissing and biting and sucking all down her neck and chest, stripping her older sister as she fumbles with little sister's own clothes. Heated, frantic touches, desperate whines and hungry moans. Sopping wet folds slipping and grinding together, whispering each other's names, grasping and gripping and nails digging in. Body-shaking orgasms, one, two, and just barely three before they're both spent. Gasping for breath, holding each other close. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
The closest friendship either of them has ever had, now deepened even more... They realize this was bound to happen. Big sis confesses just how long she'd wanted her little sister. How many hours spent frantically rubbing her clit, pounding fingers into her hole, biting a pillow for fear her dear sister next door would hear. The guilt and shame that is quickly fading away, now that there's no secrets between them. Gentle forehead touches, long talks about love and lust and sadness and fear and hate. Learning about each other-- Big sis loves soft things. Silk, pillows, fluffy plushies and blankets, but was always afraid she'd be seen as weak for wanting them. Little sis saves some extra money and buys big sis silk sheets and a big teddie bear. She says that no one will judge her beloved big sis. Big sis hugs her so tight and cries.
College comes. Little sis has to move onto campus. The two spend way too long saying their goodbyes on the front porch. "I love you so much. Please call every day, ok? I don't know what I'd do without you." Little sis is crying too. "Every night, I swear. Us sisters stick together. Our blood is one." Not even three weeks pass before big sis can't take it anymore and plans a trip to visit her dearest sister. Both of them running to embrace each other, elated to finally be close again, to be able to hold hands, to kiss, to feel and touch each other. A very long night in the dorm.
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