The WiFi in my room has been on the fritz for days now. I’d told Dad about it and he said it was the same in their bedroom and that he was working on it.

Dad works from home as a translator in a makeshift office in their bedroom and my mom works shifts at the local hospital as a doctor in gynecology.

Anyway, I’ve got to look up some stuff for school so I use the PC in my big sister Catherine’s room because she’d said it was working OK in there. When I start typing in the name of a site all sorts of stuff comes up, some of which looks suspiciously like porn.

Intrigued, I click on one of them and a load of thumbnails come up and they’re all lesbian porn. Wow, that wasn’t exactly what I was expecting what with Cat’s hot boyfriend Phil and all.

I look in the site’s search history and there are just three items: ‘Lesbian sisters’, ‘Teen lesbian sisters’, and ‘Big and little Lesbian’. At fourteen I’m old enough to know that just because someone looks at some porn doesn’t necessarily mean that they actually want to do that stuff. But even so...

I re-run the ‘Teen lesbian sisters’ search and scan through the results. Some of the little girls look no bigger than me and I watch parts of the two videos that bear the most resemblance. it’s pretty obvious that she’s been getting herself off imagining that it’s her and me playing out scenes like these.

I look at some of the other sites and it’s all much the same stuff. I can only conclude that Cat’s got a serious fantasy about herself and me. I’m not really sure how I feel about that. I guess, in a way, I’m kind of flattered that she finds me attractive, but in another way, it’s definitely a bit weird.

I’d never even thought about girls in a sexual way before but now I do it’s beginning to get me a bit hot and bothered. When I actually imagine Cat sitting in front of the screen with her fingers on her pussy, watching this stuff, I definitely feel a bit turned on.

I quickly scan a few of the other vids and one in particular catches my eye: the two girls look very young and they are both incredibly beautiful. I think what attracts me to it was that all they are doing is kissing but it looks so passionate and real. I’d seen a little boy/girl porn and, to be honest, I wasn’t very impressed: that had seemed pretty fake, mostly too rough, and hadn’t done much for me at all.

This though is very different, even when they do get naked everything is so tender and soft and ... well lovely. I could easily watch the whole thing but I don’t want to be caught playing with myself in Cat’s room so, somewhat reluctantly, I stop it.

Thinking back, I’ve never caught Cat looking at me like that, and I have to be a bit impressed by her self-control: even though she’s got the hots for me she’s never let on.

I’ve always been a bit of a tomboy and just about live in jeans and a sweatshirt, which I guess must be disappointing for her, and I suddenly find myself overcome with fondness for her.

I put everything on the computer back as I found it and shut it down before going back to my room. When I hear Cat go past my door I give her a couple of minutes and then follow her.

When I go in, she turns around and smiles at me. I throw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her neck and kissing her soundly on the lips.

“I love you Cat,” I tell her and kiss her again. She laughs and hugs me back.

“I love you too Ellie, but what’s brought all this on?”

“I’m not sure,” I tell her. “I just got all fond all of a sudden.”

She picks me up around the waist and spins me around and I’m acutely aware that our breasts and our pussies are pressed firmly together and it feels a bit strange but in a really nice way.

She puts me down and slaps me lightly on the bottom.

“C’mon, scoot you, I’ve got to get changed.”

I make up my mind that she’s due a few treats for her admirable restraint.

The next morning I’m taking my time drying off after my shower in the bathroom that I share with her. I notice the door open a crack and see her face peering in.

“Come on in,” I call to her. “I’m nearly finished.”

She comes in and sits on the edge of the bath as I make a point of drying all my nicest bits right in front of her. I actually find it really exciting, knowing that she’ll be being turned on by my little display, and I drag it out as long as I dare.

Finally, I pull on my robe and bend over to kiss her before closing it, giving her a close-up view of my tits and pussy.

“All yours,” I tell her brightly, tie the robe, and leave her to it.

Back in my room, I find that I’m trembling and really turned on by the whole thing, and I rub my pussy gently for a few minutes before telling myself off and getting dressed.

I can’t help but keep thinking about how she must have enjoyed my show and, indeed, how much I enjoyed it.

That evening while I’m reading in bed she’s on my mind again and I go to her room and knock.

“Come in,” she says from inside.

When I go in she’s sitting up with a book beside her and the covers pulled up nearly to her neck. I can see from her bare shoulders that, at the very least, she’s naked from the waist up.

I jump up onto the bed and sit there with my legs crossed. I have nothing on under my nighty and I’m pretty sure she’ll be able to see my pussy.

“So how are things with Phil?” I ask her, for something to say, and because I’m fascinated with boys at the moment.

“OK,” she replies. I can see her glimpsing down at my legs every now and again and I’m guessing we’re both feeling a bit excited now.

“Have you let him get to second base yet?” I ask her mischievously.

“Ellie!,” she cries, and her face turns bright red.

“Aha!” I cry triumphantly, pointing at her face. “You have. What about third?” She pulls the covers even higher as if to protect herself against her naughty little sister.

“Nothing to do with you,” she replies, but I can tell by the slightly guilty look on her face that she has. I pretend to look horrified.

“You have, haven’t you?” I accuse her. “Have you let him ... fuck you as well?” I demand, using the word for its shock value as much as anything else. She pulls the covers up over her face so I won’t be able to see her expression.

“No.” I hear, all muffled by the bedclothes. She peeks out from behind the covers, her face still the color of beetroot.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I’m a bad, bad girl.” I try to look sorry but can’t stop grinning at her discomfort. She lowers the quilt down until it’s just covering her breasts.

“You are,” she agrees. “you most certainly are!”

I look pointedly at the covers she is still holding up to cover her modesty.

“Why are you being so weird?” I ask her. “It’s only us girls. You can probably see my pussy from there.” I say and pull my nighty a little higher so that I can see it too. She stares between my legs and her expression is a mixture of surprise and fascination.

She sighs and lets the covers drop. I get to see her boobs and I’m instantly jealous. They’re bigger than mine but so firm and the shape is just perfect, sort of upturned near the tip with tiny, pretty pink nipples which are all hard.

“So, Phil then?” I say, trying to get her to open up a bit more.

“Never mind Phil, what about you? Are there any boys you fancy at school? Or girls of course.”

“There might be a few...” I say coyly and ambiguously. I leave a pause for effect. “ ... but none that I’ve let finger me. Not like you!!”

“You are a rude little girl,” she says a little exasperated. “Anyway, do you mind? I’ve got to go for a wee.”

“Go on then.”

“I’ve got nothing on. I always sleep in the nude,” she explains.

“So?”

“God, Ellie, you’re impossible,” she says, then skips out of bed and drags a robe on hurriedly, but not before I catch a glimpse of her pussy. It’s bald! I think it looks lovely and, when I compare it to mine with its sparse covering of hair, I’m jealous of her all over again.

Suddenly it occurs to me that the razor she has in our bathroom isn’t just for her legs!

As she spins away from my gaze I get a view of her back, and she’s gorgeous: a slender hourglass figure with the most exquisite ass. I pout to myself as she covers herself with the robe. If I look anything like as good as her when I’ve finished growing I’ll be very happy indeed.

I intercept her on her way to the bathroom and I give her a little peck on the lips.

“Night, night,” I say. “No naughty business when I’ve gone, thinking about Phil ... or anyone else for that matter.”

“Wicked girl!” she says, and ushers me out of her room with a hand on my little bottom that makes me shiver all over.

A few days later I’m sitting on her bed again.

“Do you shave ‘down there’?” I ask her, and, after a pause, she nods.

“Will you help me to do it?”

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

“I’m scared,” And it’s the God’s honest truth. “pleeeaaassee,” I whine pitifully but jokingly.

“OK,” She says finally. “we’ll do it when Mom and Dad are out shopping on Saturday morning.”

On the day I’m bouncing around like a mad thing waiting for them to leave and, as soon as they do, I go and tell Cat.

“Get a couple of towels and bring them to my room,” she says. When I get there she spreads one out at the end of the bed.

“OK, strip from the waist down and lie there,” she says, all business.

Stripping in front of her, knowing how much it must be exciting her, has me trembling like a leaf. I lie down on the towel and she bends over and looks at my sex.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks, glancing up at me. “It looks so pretty and it’s so soft?” and, as she says it, she runs her fingertips through my whispy hairs making me quiver with pleasure. I’m not sure, but I am sure that I want her to keep touching me.

“Yes, please,” I reply breathlessly, my heart pounding.

“OK, hold on, I’ll just be a second,” she says and disappears in the direction of the bathroom. She comes back with a washcloth, an aerosol can of foam, and a razor.

“Open wide please,” she says with a little chuckle, touching my inner thighs gently. I spread my legs and the tingling intensifies. Then she starts to gently clean my vulva and down near my asshole with the warm washcloth.

“It’s important to clean carefully first to help avoid infections,” she says, matter-of-factly, and again I have to admire her self-control. It feels absolutely sensational and it’s all I can do not to purr.

She sprays a little foam onto her hand and then smears it all over my mound with her fingertips. No one has ever touched me there before and it feels amazing. I try not to let it show but I’m incredibly aroused already and the urge to thrust my hips at her hand is intense.

She picks up the razor and I gulp as it approaches my pussy.

“You should shave in the direction that the hair is growing and hold the skin taut to keep it smooth.”

She starts doing the area above and gradually works her way down. As she begins to work on my outer lips her fingers are right next to my clit, stretching the skin, and it’s a real struggle not to moan with the sheer pleasure of it.