Chapter 3

Amy and I didn’t discuss our conversation when we went for our morning bike ride the next day. I still had questions but wasn’t sure how to ask them or if I wanted to hear the answers.

Over the next two weeks, my sister and I became closer. We went to the gym, rode our bikes, and spent several days at the mall. Amy convinced me to buy new underwear, telling me it was important to feel sexy even if no one ever saw them. On one of the trips to the lingerie shop, my sister added several thongs to my things. When I paid for the items, I blushed when I saw them, but I was too embarrassed to return the skimpy panties.

When we got outside, I lit into my sister. She laughed so hard she had to hold her sides.

“Wear them a few times, and if you don’t like them, I’ll take them.”

Back home, I tried on all the new panties and bras I had bought. As I examined each outfit in front of the mirror, I understood what Amy meant about feeling sexy. After trying the bras and bikini panties, I reluctantly pulled on one of the thongs. The pair I picked was red with a lacey front panel. I checked myself out in the mirror, turning to see my bottom.

The thin wisp of fabric between the cheeks of my butt was a bit strange, but overall, I liked how the tiny panties looked and felt. I removed my green bra and replaced it with a red one. As I looked, I realized Amy had matched the thongs and bras.

After a long hot shower, I dressed for my date with Kyle, wearing one of the thongs under my shorts with a matching bra. For the first time, I based my outfit on my underwear instead of the other way around. The lingerie I selected was hunter green, the same as my top. I matched it up with a pair of shorts and sandals.

I spent several minutes staring at myself in the mirror and felt it was a stranger staring back at me. Over the past few weeks, my attitude had changed almost as much as my body. While I wasn’t ready to go any further with Kyle, I began to think about it more.

Kyle picked me up at seven, and we headed to one of our friend’s houses. She was throwing a party to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. On the way to the house, I couldn’t get the thought of my underwear out of my head. I giggled when I thought about how Kyle would react if he knew.

The party was fun. We had a great time dancing and talking with our friends from school. Kyle and I took off to park for a while when it ended. After a heated make-out session, Kyle drove me home.

Amy was sitting outside when I got home, so I went to sit with her. She laughed at me when I told her I would keep the thongs. She offered me a cigarette, but I refused it.

Things began to get busy preparing for the wedding during the following week. My sister had a shower at Dad’s country club and received a lot of beautiful things. Amy received revealing lingerie, and the girls commented about her upcoming honeymoon.

I asked Kyle to attend the wedding, but he would be at his grandparents’ house the same weekend. I was disappointed but accepted the fact he couldn’t make it.

When my sister and I went to the dress shop for my final fitting, I was amazed at the difference from my first fitting. Once the dressmaker took my measurements, Amy and I left. She pulled into the parking lot of a clinic and turned to me.

“Well, what do you think? I made an appointment for you to get birth control pills, but we can leave if you want. I forgot to tell you how much they help with your period. I know the exact day mine is going to start now.”

I wanted to be upset with Amy but couldn’t because I knew she was right about being prepared. My relationship with Kyle was still growing, and I guessed we might make love someday. I wasn’t ready to do anything yet, not even let him touch me, but I also knew there would come a day I would want him to.

Opening the front door of her car, I said, “Let’s go.”

The whole process only took a few minutes. The doctor gave me an exam and a prescription for the pills. The clinic also gave me the first month’s supply and told me to start taking them when my next period ended. I did a quick calculation and realized my next period would end a few days before the wedding. When the nurse asked if I wanted condoms to use before I started taking the pills, my sister and I laughed.

Two weeks before my sister’s wedding, my dad told us he had reserved hotel rooms for most of my sister’s guests. Darrel’s family lived in Michigan as we did but on the other side of the state. Dad didn’t want the people driving home after the reception, so he booked the hotel rooms. I asked my mom why we were going to Grand Rapids. She told me most of our friends and family could afford to travel to the wedding, and Darrel’s couldn’t.

We would get there a few days before the wedding to attend the rehearsal and dinner following it.

Amy’s friends took her out for her bachelorette party, and my sister came home drunk at three in the morning. The commotion woke me, so I went into my sister’s room to see if she was okay.

Amy was trying to get her clothes off and not having much luck. She stumbled around the room and giggled as she fought with her blouse. I stood in her doorway, laughing as she tried to undo the buttons.

“Let me help you.” I walked over to her and pushed her hands away from her chest. “You look like you had a good time tonight.”

“It was wonderful.” Her words were slurred, and she was still giggling.

As I undid her buttons, my sister held onto my shoulders to avoid falling. Once I opened her blouse, I pulled it off one arm, then the other. When I reached behind her to unhook her bra, Amy threw her arms around me and hugged me.

“I think I had too much to drink. I’m drunk!”

I laughed. “Yes, you’re very drunk.”

“I’m very drunk and very horny. Where’s Darrel?”

“Darrel is probably home in bed, where you should be.”

“Yes, you’re right. I should be home in bed with Darrel. I would love to feel his big cock in my pussy. Mmmm, he fucks me so good.”

“I’m sure he does, but he’s not here.” I finally got her bra off and reached for the waistband of her jeans.

While I struggled with the button on her jeans, Amy grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to hers. I froze as my sister gave me one of the hottest kisses I had ever had. Her tongue snaked between my lips and into my mouth as she pulled my head tighter to hers. I tried to push her away, but we fell to the floor with Amy on top of me.

I put my hands on her shoulders and used all my strength to push her up. When our mouths separated, she smiled at me and grabbed my breasts. Her fingers closed around my boobs, and she began to massage them.

“Do you like this, Trish? Do you like it when I squeeze your boobies?”

“No, please stop.” The words came quickly, but my body was saying something else.

My sister’s fingers found my nipples, pinched them, then wiggled her hips until her legs were between mine, and she began to hump against my crotch. By this time, I had stopped pushing her away and supported her as she played with my breasts and nipples. As her hips continued to move, I felt myself getting wet.

Lost in the moment, I gazed into my older sister’s eyes. She was still smiling, then she licked her lips. I lowered her, and our mouths met again in a wet kiss.

Suddenly, Amy rolled off of me and began to cry. I pulled her into a sitting position and put my arms around her, holding her to me.

“Oh, Trish, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please forgive me.”

I began to rock her in my arms and stroke her long blonde hair. She put her head against my chest and wept.

“Don’t cry, Amy. I’m not mad at you.”

“I tried to rape you.”

“No, you didn’t. You’re drunk and don’t know what you’re doing. Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

I helped my sister to her feet, unfastened her jeans, and pulled them down her legs. When they were at her knees, I put her on the bed to slide the jeans off her legs. As I slipped the last leg of the tight jeans over her foot, I couldn’t help glancing between her legs. Her purple thong was soaked, and I could smell her arousal. I finally stood up and pushed Amy onto her back.

It took a few minutes before I could finally pull her covers back and swing her legs onto the bed. Amy held her arms out and asked for another hug. I leaned down and felt her arms circle my back. We held the embrace for a moment, and she kissed me again. Like before, her kiss was one a lover shares, not siblings. I knew she was drunk, so I didn’t protest.

I stood up after Amy broke the kiss and reached for her sheet. I couldn’t help but look at her body before pulling the sheet over my sister.

“Trish, thanks.” I smiled and nodded. “I knew what I was doing. I’m truly sorry.”

As I tucked the sheet around her, I kissed her forehead and said goodnight.

Back in my room, I replayed what had happened and found it amusing and exciting. It felt like Amy was still playing with my breasts, and I was captivated by the mere idea. I used my hands to simulate the feeling, but it wasn’t the same. I considered returning to Amy’s room and snuggling in bed with her for a moment, but I decided it wouldn’t be a good idea.

I don’t know what time it was when I fell asleep, but it was late when I woke up in the morning. After going to the bathroom, I went into my sister’s room to check on her. She was lying on her back with the sheet kicked off her nearly naked body. When I covered her, she opened her eyes and smiled.

“Morning, how do you feel?”

“Like someone has been beating me in the head all night. How did I get to bed?”

“You don’t remember?”

Amy looked into my eyes, grinned, and said softly, “I remember everything.”

I blushed and nodded. My sister sat up, let the sheet fall from her body, shook out her hair, and raked it with her fingers before standing up and heading to the bathroom. Amy carried her thong and tossed it in her hamper when she returned. I quickly noticed she trimmed her pubic hair, leaving a thin strip on her mons. When she realized I was looking at her, she rubbed herself and chuckled.

“Darrel doesn’t like it bushy.”

“How long have you been shaving there?”

“Since I started going with Darrel. I used to do a bikini trim, but now I do it like this. Sometimes I shave it all off.”

“Doesn’t it itch?”

“No, I shave my pussy when I do my legs every other day.” Amy grinned. “Want me to shave yours?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“It helps when you wear a bathing suit. No hair will show.”

I thought about it for a moment, then shook my head. Amy shrugged her shoulders and went to take a shower. While my sister showered, I went to my room and removed my nightshirt. After pulling down my panties, I looked at my thick mat of curly brown hair, ran my fingers through it, and reconsidered Amy’s offer. Shrugging my shoulders, I went into the bathroom and opened the shower door.

“Does your offer still stand?” I asked my sister.

Amy looked over her shoulder, smiling as she nodded her head. “Clip it short with the scissors. I’ll be out in a minute.”

I sat on the toilet and began trimming my curly pubes. As I snipped, the hairs fell into the bowl. Once I had done my best, I told my sister I was finished.

Amy invited me into the shower stall and told me to sit on the bench. She took the showerhead off the hook, pointed it at me, and wet my crotch. After replacing the showerhead, she grabbed the shaving gel and razor. Kneeling on the floor, Amy put the gel into the palm of her left hand and put the can down. She used the fingers of her right hand to carefully coat my pubic hair with gel and rubbed it into a lather.

When Amy pushed my knees apart, I suddenly felt embarrassed. She must have felt the tension in my legs because she looked up and smiled.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything like I did last night. I still feel bad.”

I nodded and leaned my head back against the wall. I felt her fingers on my vulva as the razor scraped my flesh. Amy pulled my skin tight and continued to shave me. I closed my eyes and let a low groan escape my throat.

“Hmmm, it seems someone likes what I’m doing.” Amy chuckled and carefully finished shaving my labia. Before moving to my mons, she rubbed me with her fingertips and caused me to groan again. I kept my eyes closed as my sister shaved me. When she said she finished, I saw the small triangle of hair remaining on my mons.

Amy rinsed my crotch with the showerhead and used her fingers to clear away the remaining gel. I kept my legs parted as her hand stroked up and down. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Surprisingly, I felt myself getting turned on.

“You better stop.” My voice was low and throaty.

Amy stroked my clitoris with her thumb, looked up, and smiled before removing her hand. I wanted her to keep doing it, but I knew I would climax if she did. Closing my legs, I stood up on shaky knees. My sister grinned at me, put her arm around my waist, and steadied me.

“Your pussy looks cute now.” Amy held my shoulders, pushing me back as she looked down.

“Cute? I never thought of it as being cute before.”

My sister leaned close to me, kissed my cheek, and grinned. “Yup, cute and tasty. If you weren’t so uptight, I’d crank you up like you’ve never been before.”

“You would put your mouth down there? On a girl’s pussy?”

Amy nodded and grinned at me. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’ve had sex with a girl.”

I wondered if she was kidding me or if she would do it. Knowing my sister, at least what she’d told me the past weeks, I wouldn’t put it past her. Feeling weird about standing naked in the shower with Amy, I opened the door and started to step out.

“Aren’t you going to shower, Trish?”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.”

I moved under the spray and picked up the shampoo. I began to lather my head and felt my sister’s fingers join mine. After a moment, I let my hands hang at my sides while Amy washed my hair. Once she finished with my head, Amy rubbed my back with some bath gel on a puff.

“Do you remember when I used to give you your baths?”

I nodded. “Yeah, it seems so long ago now.”

“Only about seven years. You used to love it when I made fake boobs on your chest with the suds.” Amy reached around me and coated my breasts with the soap. “You sure don’t need me to do it anymore.”

When Amy removed her hands, I laughed. She finished my back and bottom, turned me around, and started on my front. Amy gently soaped my neck, shoulders, and chest before adding more gel to the puff. I stood rigidly as her hand moved over my stomach to my crotch. It took a moment to realize she had abandoned the puff and used her bare hand between my legs.