Chapter 2

I had a plan as well, albeit a tentative one. I wasn’t certain I could pull it off, which is why I hadn’t mentioned it to Amy, but if I could I’d be fulfilling her request, enjoying a long-standing fantasy of mine, and satisfying her curiosity about something all at the same time.

At seventeen, we were far from the sheltered, innocent girls we’d been at eleven. We’d looked at dad’s magazines then; we looked online now. We’d seen a lot more than just two women together, although obviously that sort of thing was my favorite. And Amy had always been fascinated by pictures of one girl using a strap-on dildo on another.

Toys were one thing we’d never used; we had no way to get one, to start with, and it seemed kind of risky to have something like that in our room where our mom might find it even if we did.

But for this, it seemed worth the risk, and we had a checking account with a debit card, so I could order one off of the internet-- which was good, because I didn’t think I could have actually walked into a store which sold such things and bought one.

The next afternoon, I kicked her out of the bedroom, telling her that I needed to make some plans for the weekend. I ignored her attempts to try to get me to tell her what I was planning, telling her nothing more than “If I can manage it, you’ll really like it,” before closing the door and locking it.

I spent the next few hours researching strap-on dildos, trying to figure out what the best kind to get would be. I settled on something called a ‘Feel-doe’, which didn’t require any actual straps, instead having a bit that went into me, so that I would be able to feel it as much as she would. Or at least that’s what it claimed, anyway.

It wasn’t cheap, at all, and the over-night shipping didn’t help either, but I didn’t want to risk it not arriving in time. Two or three day shipping would probably be fine ... but this was for Amy. It’s not like I had anything better I could do with the money.

I made sure to clear the history and cache on the browser before letting Amy back in, so that she couldn’t find out that way, and proceeded to ravish her thoroughly.

After all, the actual research part of the night probably hadn’t taken more than an hour, but I kept getting distracted by the pictures, and the links that went to sites that weren’t useful for research, and ... well, by the time I let Amy in, I’d been simmering for several hours.

Not that she objected, aside from insisting that I let her participate in whatever it was that had gotten me turned on, next time.

I made a point to hurry home the next afternoon, hoping that I’d get there before our mom did-- or at least before she checked the mail. Unfortunately, I had no such luck.

I had a bit of hope that she wouldn’t have thought anything about the package, but as soon as we walked in the door, our mom pulled me into her bedroom to talk to me.

“I ... noticed you got a package today,” she said.

I could feel my cheeks burning, and I felt dizzy. I didn’t know what to say. “I ... um...”

“You aren’t in trouble,” Mom said, looking uncomfortable. “I wouldn’t have said anything, but ... I was expecting a package.”

Oh god, no. Please no. Please tell me she didn’t, I thought.

“I saw it, and where it was from, and assumed it was mine, so I opened it,” she continued.

Couldn’t the floor just open up and swallow me?

Mom hesitated, as if trying to decide what to say. “Sue, your father and I aren’t stupid. Or blind, or deaf.”

My cheeks weren’t burning anymore. I could feel the blood draining away.

She sighed, and sat down on the bed. “We weren’t sure what we should say, or if we should say anything, when we noticed it. If it had been any other pair of sisters ... but you’ve always been close, and the one thing we knew was that neither of you would do anything to hurt the other, so we knew it was consensual. You’re both girls, so there’s no danger of ... of pregnancy, and ... to be honest, we were afraid that if we said anything we’d be causing a problem. We worried, though.”

I’m not sure I was breathing. I know my heart was beating, because I could hear it pounding in my ears, but I’m fairly certain that it was the only muscle capable of movement in my entire body.

“We knew that eventually you’d have to ... move on,” Mom said. “I was worried when Amy had her first date, but you seemed so happy for her...”

“I was,” I managed, my lips dry.

“But you haven’t dated ... It’s not because you were afraid for us to know you like girls, is it?”

“No.” My head was spinning. This was the most surreal conversation I’d ever had...

“Then why not?” she asked.

I thought about what to say. They knew about us, so there was no point in denying it. They didn’t seem to object to it on principle, so maybe ... maybe I should tell her the truth.

“I don’t want anyone,” I said. “Amy’s all I’ve ever wanted. I love her. I know most people would think it’s wrong, and sick, and perverted, but it’s not!” The words gushed out, as if by admitting it to her I’d opened the floodgates on a damn. “I love her, Mom. What we have isn’t, it’s not, not dirty, or ... or shameful, it’s beautiful, and wonderful, just like Amy. I hate that we have to hide it, that people wouldn’t understand, but I’d rather hide it than lose what we have.”

“But what about Tom?” she asked. “Is it really fair to let him think that Amy loves him, when she’s in love with you?”

“She does love him,” I said. “She loves me, but she loves him, too.”

“Oh,” Mom said. She clearly hadn’t been expecting that. “Does he ... know?”

I shook my head. “No. He knows we’re close, but not how close.”

Mom looked, if anything, more troubled than when we started. “Do you really think that it’s right to ... to ... for Amy to cheat on him with you?”

“No,” I said. “It’s not right, at all, and we know it. It’s just unavoidable.”

“What are you going to do if he gets serious about her?” she asked.

“You mean if he asks her to marry him?” At her nod, I sighed. “We’ll tell him. Honestly, we’ll probably tell him before then. We just ... we have to be sure he won’t freak out. If he doesn’t, then even if he gets mad, he won’t tell anyone. He’s not that kind of person. But people do unpredictable things when they freak out. We have to know he won’t.”

“How can you know that?” Mom asked.

I hesitated, and sat down on the bed beside her. “We’re going to ... hint at things. Not the ... the fact that we love each other, but things that are kind of ... tangential to that. If he freaks out over that sort of thing, then he can’t possibly handle the truth. If he doesn’t, well, it’s not proof he won’t, but it’s a good sign.”

“What sort of things?” Mom asked. I didn’t answer, unsure what to say, and she sighed. “All right. Let me ask you something else, then. Is Amy sleeping with Tom?”

I didn’t answer that, either. I wasn’t about to betray Amy’s confidence, and Mom should have known better.

“She’s not going to be in trouble,” Mom said. “I just thought that maybe that’s why you bought a dildo. That maybe just, um, fingers weren’t enough anymore.” Her face was flaming red, but she pressed on. “If ... if that’s the reason ... it’s probably not a good sign, honey.”

I blinked. I would never have thought of it that way, but if I put myself in Mom’s place, it was logical enough.

I sighed, and shook my head. “That’s not it at all.” I bit my lip. “If I told you that she was planning on sleeping with him on his birthday in a couple of months, and wanted to be sure she wouldn’t have a problem, would you stop her?”

Mom looked troubled. “Are you okay with that?” she asked. “It seems kind of ... cold, to ask you to help her so that she can cheat on you.”

“She’s not cheating on me,” I said. “I’m okay with it, really. And it’s a hypothetical situation. I didn’t say she was, I asked what you would do if she was.”

Mom closed her eyes for several seconds, and sighed. “I wouldn’t stop her. She’s almost an adult, and both of you are responsible. I know she’s on the pill, but will you promise me she’ll still use ... protection? The pill doesn’t help against diseases.”

“In this one case, she doesn’t need to,” I said. “Tom’s still a virgin as well.”

Mom swallowed. “Oh. That’s ... surprising, in this day and age.”

“Not really,” I said. “They were only sixteen when they started going out, and he’s not the kind of guy that would cheat on her.”

“You have a point,” Mom admitted. “Okay. I won’t try to stop her. Does she ... have someplace in mind? The back seat of a car may be the stereotypical place for something like this, but it’s not comfortable or safe.”

“I guess she could rent a motel room,” I said.

Mom made a face, and then sighed. “No, that’s not really much better. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but ... if you can let me know when, far enough ahead of time, I’ll get your father to take me out of town for something.” She looked a bit troubled. “Er. If you think you can find an excuse to be out of the house as well?”

That ... was completely unexpected. Mom was offering to ensure Amy could use the house, so that her first time would be comfortable. I never could have seen that coming.

I debated with myself for a few more seconds. “It’s not for his birthday,” I finally said. “That really was a hypothetical question. You and Dad are going to be out of town next weekend.”

Mom blinked. “Oh. But what about you?”

I bit my lip. “We’re cleaning off the other bed, so that they can use our bed.”

“But where will you be?” Mom asked.

“In the other bed. She’s going to tell him that that was my price for covering for them. At worst, he’ll think I’m a voyeur or something, but if he doesn’t freak, well...”

“Oh,” Mom said faintly. “I guess that makes sense, but ... are you going to be all right? Watching, I mean?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked.

“She’s going to be ... making love to someone else,” Mom said. “Won’t that hurt?”

I shook my head. “It’s not taking anything away from me, and he’s making her happy, so why would it hurt?”

Mom gave me a look of incomprehension, but let it pass. “So I need to make sure we call if we end up coming home on Saturday for some reason, then?”

I bit my lip, and shook my head. “Um. Friday, too.”

“Tom’s going to be over on Friday, too?” Mom asked, surprised. “How is he managing that? Or is he not spending the night?”

“No, he’s only coming over on Saturday,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat further. “Friday night ... Friday night is for us.”

Mom looked at me, puzzled, for a moment, before comprehension dawned. “That’s why you ordered the dildo,” she said, slowly.

I nodded. “Tom will be her first man, but ... I’ll be her first ever.”

Mom sighed. “I still worry about you. This could blow up, you could get hurt ... but it seems like you’ve thought it through, so...” She sighed again. “I hope we did the right thing, not trying to stop you.”

“You did, Mom. You did. I know ... I know you don’t really understand it. I don’t know if you can understand from the outside. But we aren’t hurting each other. We’re good for each other.”

She sighed, one last time. “I hope so,” she said. “In the end, all we can do is trust you. And we do.” She reached out and squeezed my hand. “I hope it works out for you,” she said. “I really do.”

I squeezed back. “It will. Trust me.”

The next week lasted at least a month, maybe longer; Friday was at least two weeks long. Finally, our parents were gone, and Amy and I were alone in the house.

“So, now are you going to tell me what my surprise is?” Amy asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Not quite,” I said. “Why don’t you go get dressed?”

“I am dressed,” she said, puzzled.

“Not for a date.”

“A date?” she asked.

I nodded. “Maybe I can’t actually take you out on a date, but we can do the next best thing. I’m going to order some food, and Mom said we could have a couple of glasses of wine, so you go get dressed up-- and don’t come out until I’m ready for you, okay?” I said. “I just need to grab my dress out of the bedroom so I can get dressed once everything is ready.”

“O ... kay,” Amy said, wide-eyed.

“This should be special,” I said. “You’re special.”

She blushed. “That’s ... wait, Mom said we could have wine?”

I nodded.

“Why?”

“She thinks tonight should be special, too.”

Amy went pale. “You told her?”

“Sort of,” I said. “She already knew about us, her and Dad both, but they weren’t sure what to do, so they decided to trust us.”

“Oh ... I don’t even know what to say,” Amy said.

“I had to explain about this weekend because ... well, I can’t say without ruining your surprise, so just trust me that there was a good reason. She’s going to make sure they call if something happens and they have to come home early,” I said.

Amy’s eyes got even bigger. “She knows ... about tonight? Or about tonight and tomorrow?”

“Both,” I said. “I was blown away when she offered to help. I knew she wasn’t going to try to stop you, but ... that was totally unexpected.” I smiled at her. “I initially hinted that you were thinking about sleeping with him on his birthday, to see if she’d try to stop you. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she told me that if I’d give her some advance warning, she’d arrange to have Dad take her out of town so that you wouldn’t have to have your first time in the back of a car or a hotel room.”

“Whoa,” Amy said, looking dazed. “That’s ... that’s just ... whoa.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Mom’s ... Mom’s cooler than I thought.”

“Yeah.”

“Now, off to the bedroom with you,” I said. “I’m ordering the food to be delivered in a couple of hours, so you should have plenty of time to get ready for our date.”

She looked at me, eyes suspiciously bright, and grabbed me, kissing me hard. “I love you, Sue. You’re too good to me.”

“No, I’m not,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not even as good to you as you deserve. But I try.”

Two hours later, the food was on the table, and the only light in the room came from almost two dozen candles scattered around the room. I looked it over, giving one final nod of approval, and checked my appearance in the mirror.

I’d spent more time getting ready for this than I think I’d spent for any other event in my life, but then, it was more important than any other event. I picked up the box containing the final thing I needed, and walked down the hall to our bedroom.

When Amy opened the door at my knock, I found myself speechless. I’d seen her dressed up before, for school functions or dates with Tom, but this time...

This time she was dressed up for me, and it took my breath away.

The dress she was wearing was one of my favorites; I loved the way it set off her skin, and the way it exposed so much of that skin without being cheap or tawdry. Her hair was down, curls framing her face, and I had to try twice to speak.

“This ... This is for you,” I finally managed, offering her the corsage. “You look ... wow, Amy. You look beautiful.”

She blushed. “So do you,” she said, taking the corsage. “Oh, Sue ... it’s gorgeous.” She blinked, rapidly. “This is ... I love you so much, Sue.”

I had to swallow. “I love you, too. I told you, tonight deserved to be special. I’ve done everything I can to make it special.”

I offered her my hand, and she took it, trembling. She stopped as we walked into the dining room, gasping.

“Oh, Sue...” Her voice trailed off, as she looked around.

I turned her to face me, placing my hands on her hips. “We’ve never been able to be ... romantic, like this,” I said. “But tonight we can. Just for tonight, we don’t have to worry about the rest of the world. Just for tonight, we don’t have to be careful. Just for tonight ... it’s just us, nothing else.”

She stared at me, a tear forming at the corner of her eye, and I reached out and brushed it away. “I love you, Amy, and I want you to know it. I’d shout it from the rooftops, if I could, but I can’t. So all I can do is try to show you.”

“I...” She swallowed. “I love you, too,” she said. “I ... you said you’d ask me to marry you, if you could.”

I nodded. “I would.”

“I’m asking you,” she said. “We can’t do it legally, we can’t ... we can’t have a ceremony, we can’t tell anyone ... but will you be my wife? To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, til ... til death do us part?”

I had to swallow before I could answer. “I’ve always been yours,” I said. “Since ... since forever. I will, Amy. I do.”

“And I will be yours,” Amy said. “I will love you, and honor you, and cherish you...” She swallowed. “I can’t promise to ... to forsake all others, but ... I promise I won’t put anyone above you. They’ll have to understand the fact that you’re just as important, that ... that you’re just as much my wife as they are my husband.”

“I think he will,” I said, caressing her cheek. “He loves you, just like I do.” I swallowed. “My wife.”

“My wife,” she echoed, and leaned forward, kissing me tenderly. “My wife.”

I can’t honestly say I remember much of the dinner; I don’t think I even tasted the food. All I really remember are Amy’s brilliant green eyes, staring at me with love and devotion.

It seemed like the food vanished before I knew it. As Amy drained the last of her wine, she looked me in the eye.

“Sue,” she said, her voice husky. “I want you to take me to bed now.”

I swallowed, setting my wine glass down with shaking hands. “Yes...” was all I could say; there was so much more I wanted to say, but words were completely inadequate. “Yes.”

I stood, walking around the table to help her out of her chair, and kissed her hungrily. I could taste the wine on her lips, and a shiver ran down my spine. “I need to get something out of Mom’s room,” I said. “Meet me in the bedroom?”

Amy looked up at me from under lidded eyes, obviously wanting to know what was so important, but she didn’t ask. She merely licked her lips, slowly. “Hurry,” she said.

I did. It took me a moment to get to the package-- Mom had put it up where our dad wouldn’t stumble across it, thankfully-- but once I had it in my hands it was all I could do not to run down the hall to our bedroom.

As I stepped in, I stopped, my breath catching in my throat. Amy was undressing, and had just straightened from stepping out of the dress, her back arched slightly. She was turned sideways, slightly towards me, and I had a perfect view of her profile, the curve of her breasts, the line of her stomach, her smooth, muscular legs.

It was hardly the first time I’d seen her nude, or even the hundredth, but I’ll never get tired of the sight, or even used to it. Amy has always been beautiful, but puberty had made her even more so, and I honestly believe she puts any Hollywood actress you could mention to shame.

She turned, hearing me come in, and a brilliant smile lit up her face. “You’re overdressed,” she said. She took a step closer. “Let me fix that.”

I stood there, unmoving, frozen by the sheer beauty in front of me, as she took the package from my hand and set it on our table before sliding her hands around my waist and up my back. “Are you ready?” she whispered, as she tugged the zipper down. “Are you ready for me to give you my virginity?”

I nodded, dumbly, shivering as her fingertips trailed along my skin as she lowered the dress. “Then do it,” she said. “I’m so wet for you...” She took my hand and pressed it between her legs, and I could feel the wet, slick heat. “I’ve been waiting all week. I don’t want to wait any more.”

I reached out blindly with one hand, grabbing the package, and then gently maneuvered her backwards, until her knees hit the side of the bed.

“Lay down,” I said.

She did, her eyes never leaving mine. “Do I get to find out what my surprise is now?” she asked.

I smiled. “You’ll love it,” I said. “I hope so, anyway.”

Her eyes were focused on the package in my hands as I opened it. I hadn’t removed the outer covering, so she had no clue as to the contents before I pulled it out.

Her eyes widened. “Is that what you’re going to ... use?” she asked.

I nodded, looking for the small bottle of lubricant that was supposed to have been included in the package.

“Why does it have ... two parts?” she asked, eyeing the smaller protrusion that stuck out at an angle from the main shaft. “It’s not supposed to go, um, up my rear too, is it?”

I shook my head, opening the bottle and applying a generous amount to the shorter end. “No,” I said, unable to stop myself from grinning. “It goes ... like ... this.”

I realized, as I positioned it, that I hadn’t thought it through completely. I was as much of a virgin as she was, and the bit that was supposed to go in me wasn’t exactly small. On the other hand...

I held it pressed against my opening. “Do you want to do it, love?” I asked. “Do you want to take my virginity, so that I can take yours?”

Amy stared at the dildo in my hand. “That bit ... goes inside you,” she said. “And then the other bit ... ooooohhhhh.” She licked her lips. “You are the best sister ever,” she said. “And the best wife ever.”

She reached out, taking the dildo from me. “Come closer,” she said, looking up at me. “I hadn’t even realized they made things like this, but it’s ... perfect. It’s perfect, because you’re giving me your virginity, just like I’m giving you mine.” She slid the tip along my labia, wetting them, and then pressed it against my opening. Against my cherry.

“I love you,” she said. “I love you, my sister. I love you, my wife.”

As she finished the sentence, she pressed harder, and I drew in a hiss of pain as it stretched me wider than I’d ever been. It hurt, a sharp, pulling pain, but not quite a tearing sensation, and the pain eased as the widest part slipped in.

And my nipples were so hard they ached, and my clit was throbbing. It might have hurt, but the reason for the pain was so arousing I could hardly breathe. Amy’s hand was wrapped around the shaft of the dildo, spreading the lube along it, and every motion made the end inside me move.

“Can you feel that?” she asked, wonderingly, and I nodded. “It feels ... odd. It’s not like Tom’s dick. It’s cooler, and harder, and ... it looks really odd, sticking out from you like that.”

She looked up at me, her pupils dilated with desire. “Really odd ... and really, really, really hot,” she said. “Fuck me, Sue. Shove your dick into my cunt and make me a woman. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

She fell back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and pulled her lips open with her fingers. “Please, Sue. I need it. I need it so bad...”

I moved above her, kneeling on the edge of the bed between her legs. It wasn’t the first time we’d been in this position, but somehow this time it was different. Better. Hotter.

“I can’t make you a woman,” I said, shifting my hips and trying to figure out the angle I needed. “You’re already a woman. All woman. My woman. But I can fuck you.” I reached down and rubbed the tip of the dildo along her lips. “I can make love to you, and take your cherry, just like you took mine.”

“Do it!” Amy cried, raising her hips. “Please...” She slid one hand up enough to rub her clit. “Please...”

I didn’t make her wait any longer. I pressed the dildo against the thin barrier that prevented entry to her body, and pushed. She whimpered, a high, keening noise, and I faltered, but she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my hips.

“Don’t you stop,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Don’t you dare stop. I know it’s going to hurt, but I want it, you understand? Do it.”

I pressed again, and without warning she clenched her leg muscles, pulling me down into her ... and her up onto the shaft of the dildo.

“Yes!” she hissed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “In me ... yes...”

I could feel her fingers moving underneath me, causing the dildo to move slightly with the motion of her fingers.

“All the way,” Amy said. “Put it all the way in.”

I hesitated, not wanting to hurt her any more than I already had, and she reached up and grabbed my hair with her free hand.

“Do it,” she said, pulling painfully on my hair until I was bent down, making it hard to keep from pressing the dildo into her further. “Do it.”

She kissed me, hard, and I gave in, the dildo slowly sliding the rest of the way into her, until we were pressed together. I could feel her fingers moving in quick little circles as she rubbed her clit ... and mine, because it was just a little below hers, her hand trapped between us.

I was going to come. Oh god, was I ever going to come. Between Amy pulling on my hair, and kissing me hard, and her fingers brushing my clit as she fingered herself, and the feel of the dildo moving inside me as she clenched her muscles around it, I was going to come.

“Fuck me,” she breathed. “Hard. I want to feel it moving inside me.”

I did. It no longer mattered that it might be painful for her. She wanted it, needed it, and I gave it to her.

It had felt ... interesting, when the dildo slid into her, but nothing earthshaking. Just a more or less steady pressure as the dildo pressed back against me. But fucking her...

Fucking Amy was heaven.

I started moving slowly, but that didn’t last long. Within a minute, I was slamming into her, hard, pulling the dildo almost all the way out before shoving it completely into her.

And I was coming. Every thrust made me come again, or maybe it was one long orgasm, and every thrust was just a sharper peak. I don’t know. I just know that it felt so good, and Amy was right behind me.

Maybe it was because the night was so special, or because she didn’t have to worry about our parents finding out, but I’d never seen her so uninhibited, her fingers clutching at the bed, biting her lip and squealing as she came, writhing against me, her hard nipples rubbing against mine.

Finally, we came down, covered in sweat, my hips and thighs aching, my cunt aching, but I didn’t care. No, it wasn’t even that. I liked the ache, the proof that I’d given Amy everything I had.

“God, Sue,” Amy mumbled in my ear. “That was ... wow.”

“Wow,” I agreed.

We lay like that for several minutes, before Amy began tracing designs on my back with a fingertip. “So, I was wondering,” she began, in that innocent little girl voice which meant she was up to something.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think ... maybe ... I could try it out?”

“Try what out?” I asked, my mind still not working at its full speed.

“This, of course,” Amy said, and twitched her hips, making the dildo move inside me. “I want to fuck you.”

Every muscle in my body ached. My cunt was sore just from having the smaller end in me. I could barely move.

And my cunt clenched around the dildo hard.

“You want to fuck me?” I whispered.

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed, her hands sliding down to my ass. “Please?”

I’ve never been able to tell Amy no, even when I should. And when she’s using that little-girl voice to get me to do something sexual...

I never stood a chance. Not that I really wanted to resist.

“Oh god yes,” I said.

She giggled. “Somebody likes the idea, don’t they?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to try something a little different?” she asked.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, first, let me have the dildo,” she said, pushing me off of her.

“Okay.” I pulled it out of myself, wincing a little.

“Okay, now get up on your hands and knees, and face away from me.”

I shivered, seeing what she had in mind. Somehow, it felt so ... dirty. Why getting fucked from behind by my sister would be more forbidden than fucking her face to face, I don’t know, but that’s the way it felt ... and my cunt twitched as I scrambled to obey.

Amy knelt behind me, pressing the tip of the dildo into me. “Are you ready?” she asked.

I nodded, my breath coming in short little gasps. “Yes...” I whispered. “Do it.”

Either the dildo was larger than it had appeared, or the position made it feel larger, or maybe my cunt was just tenderer than I’d thought, because it hurt as it slid in, a sharp, almost tearing pain, more like what I’d expected when she slid the smaller end in.

“Amy?” I said, sucking in a breath at the pain.

She stilled. “You okay?”

I nodded rapidly. “Oh ... yeah. Definitely. I just wanted you to know ... I don’t think you actually broke my cherry before. I think you broke it just now. Fucking me.” I shivered. “And I understand why you didn’t want me to stop.”

She laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that made my nipples tighten. “Oh, good. I don’t want to stop. This is ... really hot.”