Chapter 1

My sister opened another bottle of wine, our third of the night. I knew it was a terrible idea, but I was having too much fun to make a real effort to stop her.

"Dana, no, I have to be up with the kids in less than four hours."

She ignored my whiny protest and refilled my glass with the thick, sweet red. We hadn't seen each other in years, and it had been even longer since we just sat and talked like this.

"Is this the same party girl I remember staying out all night, going to work at the donut shop first thing in the morning, then doing it all over again the next night?" Dana dropped back onto the sofa and took an unsteady swig from her glass. "Now that chick was fun!"

"That chick didn't have a husband, two kids, and a house to take care of."

"But you took care of a lot of dick back then, didn't you?"

"Dana!" I couldn't help looking around to make doubly sure we were the only two in the room.

"Oh, don't pretend like you were little miss goodie-goodie. You had to be getting plenty of cock back in those days."

I couldn't help laughing at hearing my big sister talking like that. Sure, we were close enough that we could discuss our sex lives in general terms, but I'd never heard her come right out and use language like that in front of me. She took another gulp of wine, and I did the same.

"Not as much as you're implying, but I did get my share."

"I bet you did. Slut."

We both burst out in giggles that we had to stifle with hands and pillows. The wine was making everything we said seem ten times funnier than it actually was.

"Oh, God," Dana sighed, "I am so goddamned horny." This prompted another bout of giggles. "I'm serious, Vicky, it's not even funny anymore."

"Is there something wrong between you and Roger?"

"No, not exactly." Dana stretched her legs out on the sofa and decided to go ahead and confide in me. "It's just that he's been so busy since the promotion. We barely have any time together, and when we do he's too tired to want to do anything." She took a long sip from her glass. "Or maybe he just isn't attracted to me anymore."

"You know that's not it," I assured her. "You're still as sexy as the day he married you. I'm sure it's just because of his job. I know he loves you more than anything in the world."

"Maybe, but it doesn't make me any less horny." A wicked little grin crossed her lips. "I've been going through an awful lot of batteries lately."

It took me a second to make the connection. "Dana! Oh my God, I don't want to hear about that!"

"Oh, please, like you never take care of yourself when you need to."

"Maybe I do, but I don't go around bragging about it."

"Maybe... ?" Dana's voice trailed off in a strange sort of way.

She looked across at me through the dimness of the living room. There was a light on in the kitchen, and a couple of candles burning here in the room with us, but that was it. She seemed to be debating whether or not to say what was on her mind.

"What?" I said, hoping to coax it out of her.

She hesitated, staring into the swirling liquid in her glass. "Remember that trip Dad took us on? When we rented that RV and drove along the coast for two weeks."

An icy tingle went up my back. "I remember how that old camper smelled like cheese and dirty socks."

"It stunk so bad," Dana chuckled. "But it was probably my favorite family trip we took. It was just after you turned sixteen, and I was going into my senior year."

I took a big swallow of wine. My head was swimming already, but I didn't know if I was ready for where Dana might be going with this. Neither of us had ever spoken of it, and I assumed that we never would.

"Jim and I are talking about taking the girls to Disney next summer," I said.

"Remember how we had to share that one little bunk together for the whole trip?" Dana wasn't going to let me sidetrack her.

"I guess," I mumbled, noticing my heart was speeding up.

"Do you remember what else happened on that trip?"

I knew exactly what she was referring to. "A lot happened ... we practically hit every tourist trap west of the Rockies."

"It was the third or fourth night and I woke up because you were moving around next to me. I was going to yell at you to cut it out, then I realized that you were playing with yourself under the covers."

I could feel the warmth rising in my cheeks. This was something we'd never talked about. Something that by silent agreement we had decided never to talk about.

"The next night," Dana went on in violation of our private pact, "I stayed awake to see if you'd do it again. I don't know why, but all day I kept thinking about you doing that. Just when I couldn't stay awake anymore, you started going at it again. Do you remember?"

I didn't know what to say. Why was she bringing this up after all these years? "I don't know," I lied. "It was a long time ago."

"I started playing with myself, too." She was looking at me, but I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes. "As soon as I did, you stopped and acted like you were asleep. But I kept going until I finished. Do you know that was the first time I had an orgasm with another person there with me?"

She smiled with the memory. It was a memory I had attempted to avoid much of my life. It brought nothing but feelings of shame and embarrassment. Deep down I knew that it was this memory that probably prevented us from being closer as sisters.

"We were kids," I said weakly in an attempt to dismiss it.

"The next day I couldn't wait for bedtime." Dana's glass was nearly empty. She reached for the bottle and poured herself more. "As soon as I thought Mom and Dad were asleep I started fingering myself." The excitement in her voice was becoming more obvious. "Remember what happened then?"

"No." I didn't sound very convincing.

"Such a liar," Dana teased. "After about a minute, you started playing with yourself right along with me." She paused, waiting for me to say something. "Oh, c'mon, I was there. I know what happened."

"Maybe I don't think we need to be talking about this. That was so long ago..."

"I know." Dana pursed her lips and shrugged. "But I still think about it a lot. I think about how after that first time we did it every night for the rest of the trip. The two of us squeezed together on that little bunk, masturbating together at the same time, moaning into our pillows when we made ourselves cum. Those were some of the best orgasms I ever had in my life."

"I'm sure that's an exaggeration," I said. I desperately wanted us to be talking about anything else, but at the same time I couldn't deny that my nipples had stiffened with arousal. I wanted to tell Dana that I didn't want to hear anymore, yet I knew it would be a lie.

"I wish I was," Dana answered with a wistful smile. "It's weird to admit that the best sex I ever had was diddling myself along with my little sister in an old camper that smelled like feet."

We both had to laugh at that. It was my turn to reach for the bottle and top off my glass. I had no idea what to say, but she needed me to say something.

"I liked it, too," I confessed in a whisper. "I thought I was some kind of perverted freak for touching myself like that. Then, when I found out you did it too, it made it seem okay."

"Maybe we were just both perverted freaks. Ever think of that?" We giggled at that, but it was more out of nervousness than anything else. "Yeah, I think about that trip a lot."

"So you mentioned."

"Funny how we never did it again after the trip was over."

The warmth that had been in my cheeks spread to other parts of my body. I didn't want to acknowledge it, but a familiar ache was beginning to make itself felt between my legs.

"I guess it was just one of those one-time things." The wine was giving everything a sheen of unreality. This whole conversation could easily have been a strangely vivid dream. "The opportunity really never came up again."

Dana set her wine glass down carefully onto the coffee table. "This could be an opportunity."

"What do you mean?" I laughed.

My sister fixed me with a penetrating gaze and boldly slipped her hand down the front of her pajamas.

"Dana!" I hissed, worried that even this was loud enough to wake up my husband or kids. "Are you crazy?"

"Did I mention how horny I've been lately?"

"Yes, but ... but..." I couldn't put a sensible sentence together once I saw the way her hand was moving under her pajamas.

"I'm so fucking wet right now, Vicky. What about you?"

"Stop fooling around. We are not doing this." I tried to sound firm, but I doubt I was very convincing. "Jim is right upstairs, and my kids..."

"Then we'll just have to be quiet." Dana cupped one of her full breasts through her light tank top with the hand that wasn't working in small circles at her crotch.

"You're only acting like this because you're drunk," I accused, trying to keep my voice low. "Now get your hands out of your pants."

"C'mon, Vicky, I know you want to. No need to be shy with your big sister."

"We're not kids anymore. We're mature women, with husbands and children."

"That's right, we're big girls now." As she said this she tugged the front of her tank top down, freeing one of her breasts. The contrast of her dark areola against the pale flesh of her breast was alluringly apparent in the glow of the soft candlelight. She thumbed the erect nub of her nipple shamelessly as I stared.

"I'm not doing this with you, Dana." My voice wavered uncertainly.

The disappointment was clear in her eyes. "Will you at least stay here with me while I do it?"

My heart was thumping hard against the inside of my chest. I allowed a small nod.

Dana smiled and leaned back on the sofa. She opened her legs wider and let out a shivery moan. It was the wine, I told myself. She wouldn't be doing this otherwise. She probably won't even remember it when she wakes up in the morning.

She slipped the tank top off one shoulder and uncovered her other breast. Her fingers caressed her round suppleness and tickled over her stiff nipple. She was, as I'd assured her earlier, as sexy as ever.

"Mmm, this feels so good, Vicky." Her body was beginning to writhe on the sofa. I was finding it difficult to sit still where I was on the loveseat. "Remember the night you pulled the covers down? The moon was shining through that little window, and we could each see what the other was doing. I remember perfectly the way your hand moved down there like it only happened yesterday. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen."

"You are so full of it," I said, trying to deflect her lustful gaze.

"It was all very confusing back then." Dana's hand went back to her other breast and squeezed it hard. "How could I be so turned on by another girl, especially my own sister? But there was something about seeing you touching your pussy, and letting you see me touch mine, that was more than just about sex. We were sharing our most private secrets with each other."

"We were," I agreed hoarsely. "I was so jealous of your body back then. Your tits were bigger than mine, and you had all the right curves in all the right places. I pulled the covers down that night because I wanted to see you. I wanted to see all of you naked."

"I liked the way you looked at me. I never wanted anyone to see me like that before."

Dana took her hand out of her pajama bottoms. I could see her middle finger glistening with wetness. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her bottoms down in one smooth motion. My breath caught and I didn't know what to do. My instinct was to look away, but I was unable to. She kicked off her pajamas and resumed her former position. My sister's legs were splayed open in a relaxed pose. She hadn't been wearing any panties, leaving her pussy on full display in the soft flickering of the candles.

"Can you see me in this light?" She combed her fingers through her thick patch of pubic hair. "I want you to see my pussy." Dana slid the candle on the coffee table closer. "Is that better?" She leaned back and gently spread her outer lips apart just enough to expose her erect clit and swollen labia. "Can you see your big sister's naked pussy?"

"I ... I can." I was almost too stunned to speak.

I'd never seen another woman's pussy like that before. Of course I'd seen pubic hair in the locker room, and I'd seen a couple of porno movies with my husband, but it was the first time another woman, much less my sister, had opened herself up like that in front of me for real. I was immediately ashamed of how much I liked it, but not ashamed enough to put a stop to it.

"Don't be upset with me for this, Vicky. I know how weird I'm acting, but I'm so fucking horny, you have no idea." Dana began gingerly rubbing the area around her clit as she spoke. "Roger and I haven't fucked in almost three months. I masturbate every day, sometimes two or three times. And half the time I'm thinking about you and those nights in the camper. I imagine you're there next to me, fingering your pussy along with me."

"I don't think you're being weird," I said. The fact was that she was being insanely weird, but that didn't mean I wanted her to stop. "I'm your sister, and I love you. If this is what you need, then ... I'm here for you."

"Oh, God, I don't know what I'm doing." Dana had her feet propped up on the coffee table, legs wide, grinding her clit rhythmically with the heel of her hand. "I fantasized about this a thousand times, but I never meant to actually go through with it. But now..."

"Now?"

"Now I'm here on your couch, spreading myself open, desperate for you to see me cum, and you're over there thinking I've lost my mind ... judging me..." Dana pinched her nipple hard at that point and pulled at it mercilessly. She groaned with the pleasure that the pain brought her. "Please don't hate me for this."