| Sisterly Love Hi, my name is Cindy, and I have always been a lesbian that I know of. Well, at least since I was nine years old when I had my first experience, and since then I've been hooked. Today i am 32, a college graduate with a successful career and active lesbian social life. My relationships with women are very fullfilling, sexually and otherwise, but I often look back to my first time as a milestone in my life. Thanks to my older sister. My sis Brenda was fifteen and was developing into a woman, with all the features that made it increasingly difficult for me to keep my eyes off of her. I mean, I wasn't really lusting after her, but I thought she was attractive and was fascinated by her curves, breasts, and pubic hair. Though I was six years younger than her we were always close, sharing the same room all our lives and always able to openly confide with each other. I considered her a peer, sort of, yet I admired and looked up to her. Brenda would often walk around naked in the room, and so would I for that matter. We always did and thought nothing of it. Sometimes, especially after a shower, she would be nude for an hour, doing her hair, manicuring herself, and stuff. I would be sure to be in the bedroom when I heard Brenda taking a shower, to make sure I could look at her naked. I pretended to read, or find things to talk about with her, but I am sure she noticed where my eyes were going and I could tell she was even beginning to put on a little show for me. She must have liked the attention and it was like a little game we played, me pretending not to look and her pretending not to notice me staring at her. I caught her loooking at me naked a couple of times and thought nothing of it. After all, I had a body lacking interresting female features, especially breasts. Compared to me, as I saw it, Brenda was like a model, a godess. One day Benda took it a step further, and for this I will always be grateful to her. As usual she was naked after a shower, and we were having a nice conversation while she brushed her hair. Somehow we got on the topic of dating boys. Suddenly she seemed to turn serious. She sat on the bed next to me and said we should have a talk. Brenda began to tell me about the birds and the bees. Most of this stuff I already heard about in school but she began to go into a lot more detail. She also spent more time talking about lesbian sex, and how good it was. She told me she can teach me more about sex if I want. I agreed. It amuses me now to think of how Brenda divided each of those sex education sessions into lessons. That is so typically organized of her. She always left me anxiously anticipating the next lesson. The first time she taught me the different ways of kissing. She also explained how the boy, or girl, will probably try to touch the breasts. She massaged my nipples and then taught me how to do hers, all the while explaining to me about mammary glands and nerve endings, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was enjoying her french kissing me while carressing my nipples too much. The second lesson was about the vagina. We both stripped naked and Brenda went on about reproduction and menstrating, before getting to the pleasures of sex and the clitoris. She showed me hers. Then she got a small mirror so I could see mine. for the first time she was touching my bald pussy and though she pretended to be clinical and impartial, I was in heaven. She began to explain to me the benefits of masturbation and oral sex, and lesbianism, so that I could avoid becoming pregnant. She then demonstrated masturbating on me, then herself, and then had me masturbate myself. After she watched me for some time, she took over and expertly used her hand to make me cum. I was really beginning to enjoy my lessons! The next lesson was about eating pussy. I don't think I have ever since had such a blissful orgasm as when my sister Brenda licked my nine year old pussy. I still get turned on remembering it. Of course, she was considerate enough to allow me to practice learning how to eat pussy using her as the subject. I don't know how she got so good at at. Maybe it just came naturally for her. Sometimes, after our parents were asleep, we would climb in the same bed and continue my lesbian schooling, cuddling together on those cold winter nights before going off to school in the morning. Usually we had to be careful our parents wouldn't suddenly walk in and catch us in the act, so it was always nice whenever they went out and left us alone together. Thats when we could truely be uninhibited and experiment, but this didn't happen very often. I remember my parents taking us camping and we had to make out in the woods to get away from them, we were so desperate at having gone without sex for four days! This went on for a couple years, neither of us seriously considering dating as we were so content with sexually satisfying each other. Eventually Brenda moved out, and though I was heartbroken and missed her dearly it was best that we both get on with our lives. I began to make more friends in high school and, in time, focused more of my attention on a girl who I suspected of possibly being a lesbian. I mean, I flirted with her and she seemed to return the gesture. She liked physical contact, like hugging whenever we got together, for example. Her name was Jenny. Jen was pretty but not as pretty as Sis, and was really a sweet nice person, fun to be around. Once Jen and me managed to get some rum and got drunk on rum and cokes. We were both laughing and singing, very plastered, with our arms around each other when suddenly I just kissed her on the lips. I had been working up the courage to do that for a long time but the alcohol made me act on my impulse without a second thought. Jen seemed stunned and looked at me wide eyed, and then broke out into a nerveous drunken laughter. At least she didn't slap me and run away, I thought. Feeling brave and determined, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her close, kissing her again, a bit longer this time. She seemed tentative but didn't resist, so I kept kissing her, longer each time, and soon I was involved in a torid make out session with my best girlfriend. That night I made sure to make Jen cum so hard and often that she would be back for more. It turns out Jen wasn't a lesbian as I first suspected, but I was happy to teach her all I had learned from Brenda, and to show her just how I liked my pussy taken care of. Being a lesbian wasn't as socially accepted as it is now so we had to be careful, but that just made it more exciting. We continued for some time. After high school I went off to college and eventually lost contact with her. Jen, I love you whereever you are! A lot has happened since then. Brenda is now married with four kids and living in Seattle. Can you believe it? I see her only once or twice a year, but we email and phone each other often. We will always have that special bond between us. I wonder if she is teaching her own daughters the way she so ably taught me. |