Sister Act?

 .....it was almost 11:00 pm when  I heard two soft taps on my door. When I opened it, Alison stood there. She was wearing a long t shirt, but it was her face that attracted my attention. I haven’t seen her look like that before. There was almost a glow about her skin, and her eyes were full of tears. Then she blinked and a single tear escaped and rolled down her face. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her into my room. 

We just stood there and hugged. Her hand round my back and hooked over my shoulders and mine wrapped around her shoulders and waist. Since I was ready for bed, wearing almost the same as her, except my t shirt was shorter, I could easily feel her breasts pressing against mine. Hers felt firm and I could easily feel her nipples hard against my boobs. I had no doubt she could feel mine too! I have small tits, but very pronounced nipples, especially when they’re hard. Between my legs, my clit started to throb, but for now at least, I had to ignore it. 

We just stood there and held each other. If anything was wrong, it wouldn’t do for me to ask. She will tell me if and when she’s ready. When finally she pulled back slightly, she still had that soft glow to her skin. There were tear tracks down both cheeks, and I realised my shoulder was wet where she had rested her head. She uttered two words. “Kiss me?”

As our lips met, it was soft, like a butterfly. Although our mouths opened and our tongues touched, this wasn’t the raunchy ‘fuck me into oblivion’ type of kisses we have enjoyed before. Something told me not to initiate anything more, so we stood and kissed. I felt my whole body trembling. She kissed up my cheek to my ear (a highly sensitive part of me) and whispered, “Make love to me. I don’t want to.....fuck....just...make love to me.” 

We moved as one to my bed, and lay together. I gently removed her t shirt and then my own. I knew this would be different from anything I have ever done with anyone before. Usually, I am keenly aware of my own arousal and my own needs, especially the need to cum, but as we kissed and touched each other, all I had in my mind was her. Stroking her breasts, kissing them, touching between her legs, and gently (gently!) entering her. When I kissed her vagina, it felt.....holy. I felt privileged beyond words to be kissing her there, and when she came into my mouth, I swallowed her with the same reverence I used to give to receiving holy communion. It was at that moment that I felt my own tears roll down my face. 

And even when Alison took the lead, it felt like my steady progress to orgasm was not for me but for her. When I came, I felt like I wanted it to be for her. Oh, I know that makes no sense at all, and I suppose you had to be there to understand it. 

We were so wrapped up with each other that we made no attempt o be quiet, even though our parents room is next door, and I can hear them when they have sex. They must have heard us. 

We came, turn and turn about. Nothing we did felt ‘dirty’. This was something else entirely, and I’m sorry, but I lack the words to adequately describe it. For example, normally, when I push my finger in her bum, I’m doing it because it’s raunchy, dirty, forbidden. Yet this time, my tongue on her clit and my finger sliding in her tight hole, it was none of those things. It was a desire to explore her in every way possible. 

The last time we did anything sexual, it was full of dirty words. We both used and abused each other. This time, no. None of that. 

Alison came. I came. I want to borrow a phrase I read in a story here. “I drank the benediction of her love from the cathedral of her sex.” 

Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, and stayed that way all through the night. We woke this morning, and made love again. 

Oh, I’m sure there will be a difficult conversation with mum later, but something significant happened last night, and I don’t regret it for a second. She never told me why she was crying when she tapped on my door, and I didn’t ask. 

Today, I feel different....

......and a little scared.