Exploration & Fun With My Sister

It all began when I was 14 and my sister Hannah was 13. 

I need to explain that one of the things that I think drove us to do the sexual things we did was the distinct lack of love and affection that existed in our staunchly religious home. On the surface we were the prefect Christian family. But at home, things were messed up. My mom was a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist. And my dad worked a ton and was hardly ever around. We had money and a nice house and nice things, but what we didn't have was love.

As a result, two things happened. 

First, Hannah and I became almost inseparable. We looked out for each other, covered for each other, spent a ton of time together, and most of all, we bonded in our hatred of our older sister and in our fear of our mom. I had guy friends, but Hannah was my best friend.

Second, I rebelled silently in ways my mom would not discover. For example, whenever I was home alone I loved to strip and walk around the house buck naked. It gave me such a thrill to do normal activities naked all around the house! What made it even more thrilling was that I always had a boner, and the pure naughtiness of walking around my house with a raging hard-on doing normal everyday activities was so much fun! My mom would get pissed if she saw me without a shirt on and so I would laugh at the idea of what she would do know if I walked around the house naked a boner! And of course in those days I would keep a boner for hours and hours, even after jerking off a couple time. I made a point of having an orgasm in every room in the house, even my parents' bedroom.

So one Saturday I thought I was home alone. I had a long list of chores to do (my mom was super strict that way) and I was in my room naked making my bed… when from the hallway I heard footsteps.

I panicked hard core. Holy shit! Who was it!?! It was one of these life-flashed-before-my-eyes situations! If I was caught this way the punishment would be brutal and merciless. I didn’t even have time to cover up or hide! Whoever was there was a half second from being visible.

I turned to look just a Hannah came into view.

Ok! At LEAST It wasn’t my mom or dad. Or my hated older sister who would have gleefully ratted me out. Hannah and and I were friends and we could mitigate the damage.

I watched her eyes. At first she was like, Oh there’s my brother. No big deal. Then I saw her register the shock and horror on my face. And a split moment later she realized I was naked. And in the next instant, she saw and realized the full extent of my nudity! She saw my boner and her face exploded! Her eyes got absolutely massive. Her jaw hit the floor. And her face broke into the most massive grin I had ever seen on any face anywhere.

But despite her reaction, I was still in full panic mode. There was a slim chance she might either just plain rat me out at worst, or even just let it slip. Either way, if my parents found out about this, it was lights out for me.

So I did the only thing my 14 year old brain could think to do. I slammed the door on her.

Later that day, after I was dressed and when we saw each other next, I was still embarrassed but she again gave me the most massive smile. It wasn’t a dangerous, devious smile. She wasn’t that kind of a kid anyway. It was a confident, happy, smile, like “we share a secret and it makes me happy” kind of smile.

As soon as we had a change to have a conversation alone, I immediately apologized.

“I’m so sorry!” I whispered. “I didn’t know you were home. I thought I was alone in the house. I am SOOO sorry!”

Ignoring my apology she just asked, still with that same smile, “WHY were you NAKED?!?”

I could feel myself blushing. And I just shrugged. “I dunno,” I mumbled. “I do that sometimes when I’m home alone.”

She seemed to process this for a second and then she said, “Wait. It wasn’t just that once!? You do this… a lot?”

I shrugged and half nodded. I wasn’t sure where this was going. But what she said next blew my mind.

“WHY,” she said slowly, “didn’t you TELL me?!?”

I was confused. What did this mean? I just stared at her with what must have been a totally befuddled look.

She kept talking slowly, as if I was dense for not putting this together myself.

“We could have been doing it… TOGETHER!”

What. The. Fuck. Did I just hear?

Hannah was awesome. We were friends. We got along. We hung out. We would sit on her bed and chat for hours. We were united in our deep hatred for our older sister, and we complained together often about the heavy hand with which our mom ruled the family and dictated so many aspects of our lives. She was a good friend. Maybe even my best friend.

But…

I had never thought about her in any kind of sexual way.

Ok ok YES of course I had noticed that she was hitting puberty and I had casually wondered what her body now looked like naked. It had been many years since we were little kids and had taken baths together. But I certainly didn’t think about her, for example, when I masturbated.

But now… what was this? Suddenly possibilities were exploding in my head! I didn’t dare get too excited but at the same time I couldn’t help but wonder what this might lead to.

"How often are you naked?" she asked.

"As often as I can be."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"I dunno, maybe a year."

"Why was your penis standing straight up like that?"

"It does that when I’m horny."

"Why?

"So it will go into a vagina. If it’s floppy then it won’t go in."

"Ooooohhhh!!" And I could see her connecting the dots in her head.

And then she asked, "So, wait! That’s what a boner is?"

I laughed. "How do you know about boners?"

"I’ve heard girls at school talk. I didn’t know what that meant."

"Yes, I had a boner."

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels awesome! I love having boners!"

She laughed. "No silly. I mean does it feel like a bone? Like when someone touches it?"

"Oh! That kind of feel. Um, it’s hard but also squishy."

"That doesn’t make any sense."

Then, I had an idea. Trying to act all casual about it I said, "Well I mean, you could find out. If you wanted. I mean you’ve already seen it."

She seemed to take a moment to grasp what I was suggesting. And then that same smile came back, slowly creeping across her face!

"No WAY! You would LET me FEEL it? Are you serious? You would do that for me?!"

Oh man. She clearly had no idea how happy it would make me to “let” her do that! So I just kept playing it cool.

I shrugged, playing it casual. "I mean if you want, yeah, I'd let you. Next time we're home alone, you can just feel it."

"THANK YOU THANK YOU!" she said, with a huge smile.

It seemed like years before we ever got the chance. But in reality it was probably a couple of days. My mom announced one morning she would be gone for several hours. And as soon as she couldn’t see us, I glanced at Hannah. She was already looking at me with a very knowing smile.

Even before the car was out of the driveway I was stripping. And by the time the car was out of sight I was walking to my sister's room naked with a boner. For an extra touch of humor and drama, I got a white sock and pulled it all the way day down over my shaft and balls!

She was anticipating me, and when I walked in she locked eyes on my sock covered boner and she literally clapped, jumped, and giggled with delight! Then she made a huge show of being all excited to pull the sock off, and when she did she said, “Whooah! I get to PLAY with you!” While clapping and jumping!

She motioned me to the bed and asked me to lay down on it, which I readily did. I was so excited and nervous and high on hormones I was almost shaking.

At first she just poked it a few times with her finger and giggled as it sprang back into position each time. But then she got more bold and grabbed my shaft in her hand, gripping it tightly.

“You’re RIGHT!” She said. “It IS both squishy and hard! It’s like soft on the outside and hard in the middle!”

And then she just began to explore. She asked about my balls and what they did. I explained that they make sperm, and she seemed to know what that meant. She squeezed my tip and remarked that it felt spongy.

After maybe 5 minutes I could tell that she was reaching a point where her initial curiosity was satisfied, I said, “Watch this.” Then I stood up and started doing jumping jacks. I knew from experience that when I did these naked with a boner that each time I jumped my penis would do a loud WHAP against my abs, which I found hilarious. And to my delight, she did too.

We goofed around with my boner for a few more minutes and then I decided to be bold.

“You know,” I said. “It’s not really fair that I’m the only one who’s naked.”

And she was like “oh my gosh. You’re right.”

And then, as if striping for her older brother was the most natural thing ever, she pulled off her shirt, and then her bra. I got my first glimpse of her little boobs. So delicious!

Then, standing there bare boobed and wearing nothing but shorts and panties, what she did next was totally mind blowing and showed me just how much sexual energy and pent up desire this girl had been hiding! She did a FULL BLOWN STRIPTEASE DANCE FOR ME!

She dropped her shorts, and seeing almost her entire skinny, taut, well toned body with her puffy nipples and rock hard abs made me horny as hell. And then with a quirky smile she picked up her shorts again and with one hand she used her shorts to block my view of her pussy while with the other hand she pushed her panties to the floor. Then, doing a little bit of a dance, she spread out her shorts to keep my view blocked and turned around, keeping her shorts in front of her pussy and butt cheeks the entire time! When her back was to me she slowly teased her shorts up and up, slowly revealed the most perfect set of adorable, perky, round little ass cheeks! Holy shit! I knew I wanted to get my hands on those!

And then once her bottom was in full view and she was shaking it at me, (watched her cheeks bounce made my boner throb) she put her shorts back over her pussy and danced as she turned around. When she was facing me she gyrated her hips at me, still hiding her pussy. And then, thrusting her hips forward and back, she flung her arms wide and gave her hips a final thrust forward and said, “TA DAAA!” letting me finally see her pussy!

And that was the first of so many times I got to see her sexy little mound and her vagina slit!

I immediately asked her to lay on the bed next to me, and she complied, knowing exactly what I wanted. She even spread her legs for me. I cupped my hand over her pussy and rubbed it, which made her smile and giggle. I fingered her slit (outside, for now) and rubbed my fingers in her cute bush. Then I let my hands explore. Breasts. Nipples. Pussy again. Legs. Pussy. I turned her over and cupped my hands on her unbelievably sexy cheeks, giving them a squeeze and a gentle rub.

After that I don’t have a clear memory of what happened. I do recall we never left her room and we took turns feeling each other over and over. She was only interested in my boner. I was interested in her entire body. And I also remember her laying with her head on my stomach looking down at my boner with my shaft in her hand when we heard the sound of mom's car in the driveway.

Holy shit! Had it been a couple of hours already! We went flying for our clothing and we had just managed to get dressed and start doing something normal when our mom came in and began to look for us.

And so this became our pattern! Every time we were home alone, we’d strip! And then we’d just do … stuff … when we were naked. And by “stuff” I don’t even mean sexual stuff. We’d do our chores. We’d eat a snack. We’d watch TV. We’d hang out on her bed and chat. The most sexual it ever got was the constant touching. She often had her hand around my shaft when we were chilling. Like I remember us laying on the floor watching The Price is Right with her hand around my shaft, and she would imitate Bob Barker. Gripping my shaft and putting her mouth close to it like me penis was the microphone, “Bryan’s Boner! Come on down! You're the next contestant on the Price is Right!”

Or, we’d just sit on her bed and talk about the most random stuff. She would sometimes lay next to me and casually play with my boner. Or she would lay on her tummy and I'd user her naked bottom as a pillow. Or with her on her tummy I'd gently scratch her back and butt cheeks, and then she'd turn over and I'd rub her tiny boobs and tummy, and she'd spread her legs and I'd rub the outside of her pussy. And we'd do this all so casually while we aimlessly chatted. 

We kept on being naked buddies like this for a long time. I don’t recall how log. But it went on for a while. I know we started in the summer and it went well into the cold season. And the only reason I know this is because I remember “that night” very vividly. And I know we were wearing flannel pajamas that night, and we only wore those in the winter.

Up to this point she had never seen me have an orgasm. I was, of course, masturbating like crazy. But for whatever reason, it hadn’t even crossed my mind to involve her. And I’m not sure why. It’s not like I considered it and then ruled it out. I just legitimately hadn’t even had the idea to masturbate with her. If I had to search for a reason, it was probably because of our deep religious upbringing. Hanging out naked and feeling each other up constantly was one thing. And while we both knew it was “wrong” in the eyes of our religion, we also just didn’t give a fuck. But orgasms must have been some kind of line, and my 14 year old brain wasn’t wired to cross it.

Until that night.

“That night” began innocently enough. My parents were out. The younger sibling was in bed asleep. And our older sister was… somewhere else and who the fuck cared so log as she wasn’t home with us. We were watching a TV movie, and in the show there was a couple who was romping and rolling under the covers and kissing passionately. They even showed her slipping him her tongue. And as we were watching this (fully dressed in flannel pajamas, odd considering how much we were naked when we could be) my sister looks at me and says, “Have you ever done that?” And she was indicating the couple on the TV. “Kiss and grab each other like grownups do?”

“Nope,” I replied.

“Wanna try it?”

“Sure,” I shrugged. It hadn’t crossed my mind and I didn’t really care if we did or didn’t. But if it would make her happy then I was willing to play along.

So she hopped up and started to skip to her bedroom. I turned the TV off and followed. When we got there she laid down and patted the open spot next to her. I laid down and and she immediately climbed on top of me, put my head in her hands, and then just went for it! She pressed her lips against mine and began to kiss me just as passionately as the couple we had just been watching, even slipping her tongue inside my mouth!

Well.

As you can imagine, it didn’t take long for my penis to swell. And after a minute I had to reach down and adjust it so it could pop straight up without getting stuck in my underwear. She stopped kissing me long enough to look down and realize what I was doing. When she figured out that I had a boner, she was clearly delighted! And she resumed kissing me with an even stronger enthusiasm.

But most notably, she was now GRINDING on me and I could feel her pubic mound against my shaft, which sent my hormones into orbit!

I was already groping her butt cheeks through her full length flannel night gown. But now I want wanted my hands on her actual cheeks. So I began to pull her nightgown up. When she realized what I was doing she lifted her hips up to make it easier. I pulled up her gown until I could reach her panties which I immediately shoved down so I could fondle her cheeks as we kissed. We did that maneuver without our lips breaking contact! But after a moment like this she came up for air and said, “I can’t feel it anymore.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Your boner. I can’t feel it now.”

She was right. Her nightgown was all bunched up between us.

“Let’s take it off!” I said. She sat up just enough for us to pull her gown over her head, and then with her panties still down around her upper thighs, and with my flannel pajama still on, we went back to kissing with my hands firmly griping her cheeks.

And then, I had an idea.

I pulled her head off mine and said, “I wanna be naked too.”

“What? Noooo! They can’t touch or I’ll get pregnant!” She’s saying this laying on top of me with my hands on her ass cheeks, our faces inches from each other.

I giggled.

“No silly! My penis would need to go inside your pussy for that to happen. And we won’t do that!”

“Promise I won’t get pregnant?”

“I promise.”

“You promise you won’t let it go inside?”

“I promise!”

“Ok then!”

With that she rolled off me and began frantically pulling down my pajama bottoms and her panties. And when I was naked from the waist down and she was totally naked she quickly gave my shaft a firm grab and said, “Stay out of my pussy!” And then she laid down on me, taking care to press her pussy ON my shaft, and then we went back to kissing!

I’m not gonna lie. It was hot. I didn’t even care that she was my sister. I could feel her slippery slit rubbing up and down my shaft as she thrust it against me rhythmically. I was groping and grabbing desperately at her cheeks as we kissed deeply and pressed our bodies as close as they could get. Long gone was the light exploratory let’s-find-out-what-it’s-like kissing we had started with. This was hot, passionate, pure unabashed lust-fest, flesh-loving, almost-fucking, love making.

And then the feeling began. I knew it well. You do too. That very first warning that an orgasm is on the horizon. I took my hands off her cheeks and used them to pull her face away from mine.

“What?!?” She said, looking and sounding confused. “If we keep doing this I’ll have an orgasm.” “Is that when sperm comes out?” “Yes.”

“Does it mean you’re super horny?” “Yes.” Huge smile on her face. “Will it get inside me?” “No.”

With that, she smashed and locked her lips back onto mine and began to seriously pump her pussy fast against my shaft and within a few seconds I exploded into what to this day remains very possibly the most universe-bending, star-exploding, and penis-blowing orgasm I have *ever* experienced! My world went simply cosmic as I wrapped my legs around her, grabbed onto her ass cheeks, and squeezed her hard as I began pumping rivers of cum between us. I was having nearly uncontrollable pleasure spasms as I sucked on her lips and just kept squirting and squirting and she kept grinding and pushing on me.

And when the orgasm began to slip away and I came back down to earth, she pulled her head away from me and whispered, “Wow!” And then we both just started to laugh! We got the giggles something fierce and she peeled herself up and we looked down at the slimy layer of cum that was all over us, we laughed even more.

Well, I’m going to consolidate the next couple of weeks. We went a bit wild. That night seemed to unlock something in our brains. A line had been crossed and now we wanted to explore as much as we dared on the other side of the line. Starting that night after we cleaned my cum out of both our pubes she wanted to know all about my orgasms. She watched me masturbate, and then I asked her to give me a hand job, which she readily did. Yes, at 14 I could still have three orgasms in the same night! (Although after the third my penis was sore.) And then she laid down and spread her legs and I finger fucked her for the first time. 

In the days to come, the sexual exploring and experimenting continued. We told each other about things we had heard other kids talk about at school, and then we would try them. There as a lot of fumbling and awkward "Does that feel good?" questions, but we were having a blast!

When I told her about oral her eyes got huge, but she immediately took my shaft in her hand, leaned down, opened her mouth, and took my tip inside her. After some sucking and licking, she sat up, laid down on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "Your turn!" I had NO IDEA what I was doing, and at the time neither of us knew about clits. So I licked up and down her slit and even stuck my tongue inside her. The taste was strong but she was giggling and twitching and said it felt great. Later she tried a few times but failed to suck me to orgasm, and I licked her pussy a few more times, but we didn't do a lot of oral.

Several times I masturbated between her butt cheeks that I had rubbed down with lotion and sprayed my cum up her back. She gave me so many hand jobs I lost count. She seemed to totally enjoy "making me squirt sperm" as she called it. One Saturday I was awoken to the feeling of her hands on my penis. When I opened my eyes she said, "It's okay! We're home alone!" and then she jerked me off. And one Sunday she was having a hard time waking up and my mom asked me to go get her out of bed. I went into her room where she sleeping on her back. I slipped my hands under her panties and my finger in her pussy. Her eyes popped open she she said smiling, "Wow that's one way to wake me up!" I slid my finger in-out a few times as she closed her eyes and moaned before we heard our mom yelling from upstairs.

And as kissing was now a thing we would do this too. Sometimes casually. Like we would kiss gently while she rubbed me slowly and I'd eventually cum. But also, most fun of all, we repeated our naked-kiss-and-grind-to-orgasm several more times. This, we both clearly loved! And each time it was as hot and sensual as the first.

We tried everything we knew about… except actual sex. That was a line she was not willing to cross and I never once asked or pushed for it, although by now it was all I ever thought about when I masturbated.

And then one day, out of the clear blue, about six months I would guess after it all started, I walked naked into her bedroom and she gave me a look I had never seen before.

“Bryan,” she said. “We can’t keep doing this.”

At first I didn’t understand. But then I saw the look on her face, and I got worried. Did she mean we had to stop? Totally stop?

“Huh?” I muttered.

“We have to stop.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s incest.”

“I know. I don’t care.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Why now?”

“Because if we don’t stop I WILL end up pregnant.” She looked at me when she said this. And I understood. She wanted to fuck as badly as I did. But she also didn’t want to.

“Ok,” I said. “We can slow down. No more kissing and…"

“No,” she said gently. “It all has to stop.”

I tried to talk some sense into her. Let’s at last keep the hand jobs and the finger fucking?

No.

The petting?

No.

The hanging out naked like when we first started?

No. We won’t be able to stop ourselves.

I finally went back to my room feeling deflated and sad. It was the first breakup I’d ever had. And even typing that I’m fully aware of how weird it must sound. But a breakup is exactly what it was even though we kept being siblings. Over the next few weeks I tried several more times to instigate some playtime again. But each time she shut me down and turned me away. And the last time she got pretty pissed at me too. So I finally knew I had to stop.

For a while, things were awkward between us. It was like we had forgotten how to be just friends. It took a while, but eventually we remembered how to hang out together with our clothes ON and without our hands all over each other's penis and butt cheeks and boobs and pussy.

But I will say this.

The way our house was laid out we shared a hallway and a bathroom. We could walk to and from our bedroom and bathroom with nobody else seeing us. And although it was rare, she never really ever made much of an effort to cover up. So for the next four year until I went to college I saw her naked every now and then, and she saw me naked almost daily. It was fun to watch her develop into a full grown woman!

Sometimes I would still walk into her room naked and she would give me a slightly frigid look that said, “I am barely allowing this.” She’d tolerate me sitting naked on her bean bag chair she got for her birthday but after a few minutes she would suggest that I leave and go get dressed. And so I just learned to appreciate the few times per month when she would get lazy with her towel when walking to her bedroom after a shower or leave her door open when changing.

And, to her everlasting credit when she discovered female masturbation at the age of 14 she let me watch from the doorway a couple of times until one time I sprayed my cum all over her carpet while watching her. After that she always kept her door closed when she did it, although I could hear her panting and gasping from time to time.

And, a last note about my sister’s journey. By the time she was 14 she no longer showed much interest in Christianity. And when she was 16 it was obvious to all who knew her that she would leave the church when she turned 18 and moved out.

When she was 16 she got a boyfriend, Jeremy, and started having sex. My parents seemed clueless but she confided in me. I was 17 and yes a small part of me was jealous. I asked about pregnancy and she said Jeremy's parents supplied with with condoms and morning-after pills. I wanted to ask her if she could bring some home for us, but, as she was drifting away from the church I was getting more into it. I was truly trying hard to be a good Christian boy. After my sister and I “broke up” way back when I was 14 I had fooled around a with a few other girls (no sex, just petting) but then swore them off and promised myself I would wait until I was married. (And yes! I managed to stay a virgin until my honeymoon).

When she was 17 just before I moved out and went to college for my freshman year before college, my sister switched from boys to girls. She played around with a few of them and told me in detail about how they would masturbate each other and 69 each other.

By this time, in the days leading up to me going to college, it has been years since I’d wished for any sexual contact with her. Yes, we still saw each other naked. But any sexual edge to that was long gone. It had become just two people, two friends, living in the same house. I rarely had a boner any more when she saw me and I hardly looked twice at her naked body when I saw it. And although she told me about the sex she had with girls, I had long ago stopped thinking about her when I masturbated. We were still friends. She was maybe still my best friend. But we had grown way past the early teen kids who had had so much fun and passion exploring together. And while of course I still vividly remembered all the sexual fun we'd had once-upon-a-time, I really didn't spend much time thinking about it, if at all.

The night before I moved out to go to college, there was a sad mood in the house. It was the end of an era. My mom, bless her heart, had over the years spiraled downward until she had a breakdown and at last began getting the mental help she needed. My relationship with her was on the mend. As a family we stayed up late talking and playing games. And it was late when we all went to bed.

When I was in bed and almost asleep my sister came in my room and sat next to me on my bed. We put our arms around each other and our faces together.

“I’m gonna miss you,” I said.

“Not as much as I will miss you," she replied.

We talked for a minute and then she said, “Do you ever think about all the stuff we did together when we were kids?”

It was the first time we had talked about it in years.

“Of course,” I smiled. “I think I always will.”

“Do you still think about us when you masturbate?” she asked.

“I’ve tried to stop.”

“Masturbating?”

“No! I still do that all the time. But I try to not think about us when I do it.”

“Why?” she wondered out loud.

“Because as you once said, we’re siblings and it was incest.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yup!” I said.

“Do you ever wish we’d had sex?"

“Once upon a time I wanted to desperately.”

“Really?”

"You knew.”

“Yeah," she said. "I suspected. But you were a gentleman and never pushed.”

“You have no idea how hard that was to not push for it.”

“Do you still want to?”

Good Lord, I thought. Was this an invitation? I smiled at her and said, “I’m still the gentleman!”

“That didn’t answer my question!”

For a brief moment I allowed myself the fantasy of ripping her clothes off her and fucking her hard core right there on my bed.

“Yes,” I said. “I never stopped wanting to have sex with you. I was insanely jealous when you started fucking Jeremy. But also, no. The bigger part of me knows it’s wrong and that we would regret it.”

“Still the gentleman,” she sighed. And I was pretty sure I'd just let her down, like she'd come in here hoping for sex, but I couldn't be sure. And I was actually starting to ask myself if it would really be that big of a deal, and I could feel myself getting hard.

To make matters worse, after a brief silence, she leaned in and kissed me quickly on the lips. I like it, and I kissed her back. Then we both just seemed to give in, and we started to make out heavily, just like old times. I knew she could feel my boner, and after a bit of heavy kissing she grabbed it through my shorts and said, "Would you settle for a goodbye hand job?”

“Oh yes please!” I said, gasping with relief and anticipation.

She stood up and in about a half a second peeled off her summer pajamas and was naked. Damn I still loved the sight of her body! And it had been a looong time since she's been this close to me with no clothing on. Then she moved closer to me and pulled down my pajamas and boxers. With hands that had become much more skilled since the last time she touched me, she once again took my penis in my hands and began to stroke me. It was the first time in four years she'd touched my penis. I took the liberty of cupping her breasts and she didn't object. I closed my eyes and relaxed and enjoyed the fantasy of us fucking. And soon I was spraying all over her, my bed, and my shirt. And then with my cum still a mess, she leaned in and kissed me. It was a long kiss. A good bye kiss. And I reached behind her and held her naked ass cheeks in my hand. They had filled out since the last time I’d held them and were now woman cheeks and not girl cheeks. We held the kiss for a long time. And I adored every second of it. When the kiss ended her eyes were wet with tears. She stood up and looked at me for a moment, as if she were going to say something, but then she changed her mind, picked up her pj's and undies, and walked out of my room still naked. When she got to my door, she turned and blew me a kiss, and now her tears were running down her cheeks.

That was the last time we ever saw each other naked or touched each other sexually. We also never talked about it again. I went to college and never really came back home much, other than for short holiday visits. She moved out after high-school, left the church, and became a full blown lesbian. I’m now a devout Christian and married with kids. She is an atheist, a lesbian, dabbles in LSD and smokes a ton of marijuana and has tatts all over her body.

And we're still good friends.