Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow

I would say “bittersweet” sums me up as I write this. It’s been an odd day of packing and basically placing my whole life into moving boxes. 

I’m lying in bed naked. The only clothes available are over there on a chair. Socks, jeans, panties, t-shirt, fleece, and coat. Oh, and there’s a large bath towel in my bathroom that I can use for my early morning shower….or to squirt on tonight, but most likely, probably both.

I’ve just listened to my parents have unusually loud sex. It always turns me on, but unusually, although I’m very aroused, I didn’t masturbate. Why? Because something else caught my attention. 

There comes a moment when it starts to snow really hard that somehow changes the atmosphere, even  in this computer-controlled, air-conditioned environment. It’s really odd to describe, but it’s a sense of stillness. Without drawing my curtains, I just knew it was snowing. 

So, I walk to the window, but I can’t see a damn thing with the light on. Turning it off only helps minimally, but stepping naked onto my…(huh…’my’…not for much longer) balcony, the cold bites and snaps at my body and the large, sticky white flakes melt instantly on my skin. The exterior lights show. A world of thick white blanket extending way beyond their reach into the darkness beyond. 

My mind seems to simply switch off the cold. It also travels beyond that which I can see to the grounds beyond, covered in their silent blanket, and shrouded in the night. I picture the large lawned garden where we went naked last summer, and I saw my parents having sex. Further out, the orchard, the scene of many masturbatory induced orgasms. Beyond that, the old pool and hot tub. And then the tennis court, the scene of my dirtiest sexual encounter. A,lot has happened here and I shall miss this place when, as of 10:00 tomorrow, it is no longer my home. 

A soft double tap on my door seems to switch off the insulation formed by my mind. Fuck, I’m cold! I’m wet too….in every sense. I slide the heavy door closed and the warmth of my room quickly dries my skin. “Come in”. I don’t care if it’s Alison, or mum or dad. All have seen me naked before, and two of the three have had sex with me.,

Alison walks in and sits on my bed. She too is naked. “Fucking hell….they were loud tonight weren’t they?” Since her boyfriend, Alison’s language has become more….ripe. I nod my assent. “I wonder what they were fantasising about this time? Ali shrugs her shoulders. 

Silence

“So, tomorrow’s the big day then?” There is a world of sadness in her voice and it catches on the last word. The tears well up and fall freely down her cheeks. “Oh Ali…..” I sit beside her on the bed and hold her to me. The crying becomes deep, heartfelt sobs. “Hey…I’m not leaving the country! I’m only a couple of miles away at the end of the village.” Slowly the sobs subside and I feel her relax against me. 

“Can we….one last time…?” The words act like punches. Somehow, don’t ask me how, I know this indeed will be the last time. Ever. She has Chris, and I have Emily. What Ali and I did together is…is about to be something in the past. I feel emotional as I hold her face and kiss her. Her tongue darts into my mouth and makes me shiver.

Her hand lifts slowly and cups my boob….it always feels like a ‘first time’ when she does that. I reflect that no matter how dirty our sex has been, it always feels like two teenagers exploring each other for the first time. Unusually, in fact, for the first time ever with Ali, I take the lead. I lie her back on my bed and kiss her ear which makes her squirm. Kissing down her neck I already see a substantial sexy flush. Was that caused by listening to our parents, or by my attentions now? Who knows? (Who cares?) 

Her tits are like bullets…and I mean her tits. I’ve never known them this firm. Down, over the gentle swell of her tummy to her mound. I can smell her now, that sweet, musky scent that is so intoxicating. Is it just because she’s my sister and this is taboo that gives it an extra edge? Again, who knows…who cares? Parting her cunt lips reveals a glistening wetness, and from her hole, there is a creamy white discharge that I lap up with my tongue. I suppose part of me expected it to be semen, but it isn’t. It’s pure Alison. 

Licking her clit is…do you know, I simply can’t describe it….it’s not so much the touch or taste of it, it’s the fact that this clit is my sister’s and it’s the reaction of her whole body as my tongue begins it’s dance with her sensitive little nub. My middle finger slides effortlessly inside her and finds her g-spot. Although I’m 100% committed to what I’m doing to her, it’s as if Miss Brain has isolated a part of herself which speaks,to me as I suck and finger my sister. “Do you remember when you first fingered her g-spot, and she felt like she was going to piss herself? Do you remember telling her that you’d consider it an honour if she did? Do you remember how you unlocked that area of sex for her…something she had fantasised about since she was 13, but never had the courage to try until you? Do you realise how much you have given this girl?” I almost answer aloud….and how much she has given me. 

I am suddenly filled with awe at the responsibility one has regarding the sexual awakening of another person…how much joy you can bring them…and how much harm you can cause. I denied Alison nothing. I feel her tense and she cums on my fingers…..fingers? I don’t remember inserting the second finger….ah well….just as well Miss Brain was in control. My gaze travels to her crotch….she’s a hot mess down here, and I simply adore watching the contractions as her orgasm fades. Her cute little bum hole moves so invitingly that I’m tempted to push my tongue in there, but again, Miss Brain intervenes  and says no. Fuck…I really wanted to do that. 

“Anna…will you…(she still hesitates when she wants to ask for things) will you sit on my face?” This is a dangerous position for me because when I cum like this, as well as copious squirt there is always a degree of pee as well. I hesitate and eventually say “Ali, I’d love to but I might well pee.” Miss Brain slaps me round the face…hard “Don’t you think she doesn’t know that…you fucking idiot.” Ow! We move to the floor. Ali lies on her back and I kneel over her face. I’m already dripping before he tongue goes to work. When I do this, I like to look at her body. She often masturbates when she’s licking me out, but this time, I find myself facing the other way. More steering by Miss Brain. I don’t protest….I don’t try to move. I feel her tongue like a humming bird flitting between my hole and my clit. Yes…a humming bird it a good analogy. I also feel her body moving under me. She is masturbating. I look up…trying to catch sight in one of the many mirrors in my room, but each is placed tantalisingly out of line of sight. Then I feel it. That deep rumble that heralds the build up of an orgasm. 

I actually try to resist it….like a virgin on a first date with a boy. They’ve been making out and for the first time she allows him to touch her over her panties. She thinks she’s going to cum, but nice girls don’t do that, so she fights it…just like I’m fighting it now. Any attempt at resistance is foiled as Alison’s slick finger slips up my bum hole. I cum…savagely….and I realise that Ali’s whole mouth is wide open, cupping my cunt completely while her humming bird tongue keeps the orgasm going by dabbing my clit lightly. I feel my squirt leave me…actually no….scratch that….I feel something leave me….squirt…pee….I couldn’t tell you…probably both. It doesn’t phase Ali though. 

I almost fall off her and she helps me back onto the bed where we lie in each other’s arms silently. Then, she kisses me, and I taste myself on her lips. We’ll never do this again Anna, but I want you to know, I love you more than words can say. You…woke me up, sexually….and….” She tails off into silence. I’m about to tell her I love her too when two words fall from her lips. “I’m pregnant.” 

Shocked? Stunned? No, hardly. She and Chris are barely ever out of bed, and I suspect Chris is hardly ever out of Ali. “How far?” Only a couple of months….early days yet….mum and dad know…she told them this morning. 

So, I’m going to be an Aunty….sounds very grown up. I might have to start acting responsibly.

I hold my sister in my arms, wondering about the new life inside her. There’s nothing to see yet of course, but the future is certainly exciting. 

I feel her breathing deepen and soon, she is asleep in my arms. I lay awake pondering what is to come. At 10:00 tomorrow, a van will load my possessions from here and I will follow it in my car to my new life with Emily. It will be hard looking in the mirror as I head off down the drive. 

The new cottage is already fully furnished, and ready for us. Emily and I decided we would ‘move in’ at the same time on the same day, even though we’ve spent nights there together before. This will be goodbye to the family home. 

It all feels very grown up really, and I don’t know what lies ahead. Emily will keep her job, but I want to do something as well, although I have no idea what. I loved building my little chain of coffee shops, and it proved very lucrative when I sold them. Maybe I’ll do something like that, but for the time being, I’ll be a housewife. 

And that’s the other big news. (Save the best till last) Emily and I are getting married. We would both have loved a church wedding, but you can imagine the Catholic church’s view on two lesbians walking down the middle aisle. So, in the new year, civil ceremony for us and maybe we can get a blessing from a kindly priest. They DO exist, apparently.