Sisterly Love (1F please)

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Samantha, but most of her friends called her Sammy, was a college student but living at home with her parents and her older sister. She and her older sister had always been close, mainly because her Mom and Dad often separated but eventually got back together. Her older sister was always the prettier, skinnier one. And all the boys wanted her sister. A few weeks ago, Sammy came home drunk. She was so tired of her parents always yelling at her and she hated that her older sister was the angel. That night Sammy was so drunk and she didn't remember much of that night. But she went into her older sister's room and they made out. It didn't go much further than that, just making out and touching.

Sammy and her sister never talked about it afterwards. But lately, the two sisters have been teasing each other. Nothing incredibly sexual; just somethings grabbing each other's ass or breasts. Erika wouldn't admit it, but playing around with her older sister was kind of hot.

At dinner, Samantha's parents began asking her about her day and Samantha answered them, just nodding. But between talking with her parents, she brushed her foot against her older sister's leg under the table..smiling at her.

ooc: sample PM please. Was playing this but she stopped posting. Would really like to start this up again.
 

Cassie had been sitting on the patio reading a magazine when her mom motioned for her to come in for dinner. With a sigh, she sat the magazine down on a small side table, and stood up. Barefoot, and wearing nothing but a very short pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt, Cassie made her way into the house. She fixed herself a glass of sweet tea and then joined the rest of her family at the table.

As she sat down, Cassie reached out and ran her hand over her younger brother's hair, messing it up. Jake pulled away from her, clearly irritated, but Cassie had already turned her attention to Sammie who sat across from her. The tall, slender blond smiled at her younger sister, even as their parents started asking Sammie about her day. Cassie caught her sister's attention and made a face, trying to get her to laugh.

A moment later, Cassie felt something brush against her knee. Glancing down she realized that it was Sammie's foot. Cassie suppressed a giggle, but did nothing to discourage her sister's playfulness. Instead, the blond adjusted her body slightly, sitting up straighter, and in the process, spreading her legs further apart. Above the table she appeared to be very interested in what her father was saying.
 
Sammy loved her sister Cassie for the most part. Sammy was just so sick and tired of her sister being perfect. She had a good job, she was going to school and all the boys thought she was the hottest piece of ass to walk the earth. Okay, so maybe Sammy was a little jealous. Okay, a lot jealous. Sammy was always number two to her sister. Her sister could do no wrong and often times Sammy was the biggest screw up ever. That's what led to the night she got drunk. She came home tipsy as shit and she made out with her sister. Nothing really happened, just some kissing and touching but that was it. And they never talked about it again. Sammy didn't want to talk about.

Sammy had been pretty tipsy that night so she didn't remember a lot of it. She remembered making out with her sister, there was a lot of tongue. She remembered her sister kissing her neck and fondling her. Sammy knew she had fondled Cassie too as they made out.

At dinner, Sammy was quiet for the most part. Her mother and father asked her about her day but Sammy just nodded and answered simply. While under the table, she felt her sister spread her legs. Sammy softly stuck her bare foot near Cassie's crotch on her shorts and rubbed softly.
 
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Cassie and Sammie had always been close even though Cassie knew that Sammie had been jealous of her for years. Recently though, their relationship had changed slightly. Ever since that night a few weeks before when Sammie had come into Cassie's room and they had started making out. Cassie still couldn't remember how it had started, though she knew that the alcohol they had both consumed had probably been the catalyst. Since that night she and Sammie had begun to, well, flirt with one another almost constantly. It was almost as if they both wanted to pick up where they'd left off that night, but neither one was willing to say it. So instead they smacked each other's asses, or fondled one another's tits in passing, pulled each other's shirts up, etc.

Despite the flirting they'd been doing lately, it still surprised Cassie a little when she felt her younger sister's foot slip along her inner thigh until Sammie's toes were rubbing Cassie's pussy through her shorts. It surprised her, but she quickly decided that she liked it. Careful not to let her parents or her brother know that anything was going on, Cassie smiled at Sammie. Then setting her fork down, Cassie reached down beneath the table and softly stroked her sister's lower leg. She stifled a moan as Sammie's foot brushed against her pussy again.

"So, Sammie, are you seeing anyone new?" Cassie's mom asked. Cassie took advantage of that momentary distraction and took hold of her sister's foot guiding it more firmly against her pussy.
 
Sammy had never been into girls and she wasn't. She was straight. But a few weeks ago, Sammy had been so tired of Cassie always being the perfect angel who could do no wrong, Sammy went out and got drunk. She came home and before she could stop it, she was making out with Cassie. They had made out in Cassie's bedroom. Sammy had been really drunk so she didn't remember a lot of it, but she knew there was a lot of tongue. She even swore that Cassie told her that she was so hot. They touched a lot, fondled each other. Although Sammy and Cassie never talked about, Sammy still remembered it. And ever since that night, Cassie and Sammie started teasing each other. They would grab each other's ass, fondle tits and sometimes whisper hot things to each other.

"No Mom, I enjoy just going to school, okay?" She rolled her eyes. Her parents always hounded her about stupid shit. She hated being number two to her sister. She loved her sister, she did but Sammy hated being number two. Sammy looked down at her plate of food, feeling tears come to her eyes. She tried so hard all of the time but everyone fucking loved Cassie.

Sammy let her foot brush against Cassie's crotch on her shorts with her toes. She continued to tease her sister a bit more. A few minutes later, Sammy excused herself, not looking at her parents or her sister. She just wanted to be left alone. She went up to her room and slammed the door.

She lay on her bed, holding her pillow close as she cried a little. She fucking hated them. They made her feel like shit all the time and Cassie was so perfect.
 
Cassie was disappointed when Sammie abruptly excused herself, putting an end to their flirtation, but resisted the urge to follow her sister upstairs. She sat quietly and finished eating her dinner as her parents talked about weekend plans and grocery shopping and a half dozen other topics that she wasn't interested in. As she ate, she wondered what had caused Sammie to leave. Was she embarrassed by what she'd been doing beneath the table, or was something else wrong?

Sammie was always emotional and seemed to always be upset about something, which Cassie had a hard time understanding. For Cassie, life had been easy so far. She was smart and attractive and people liked her. Everyone liked her. She knew that made Sammie mad sometimes, but she wasn't sure what she could do about it.

Once dinner was over, Cassie excused herself and made her way up to her sister's room, knocking lightly on the door, "Hey, can I come in?" Cassie pushed the door open and stepped into her sister's room.
 
Growing up Sammy and Cassie had always been close. But because Cassie was two years older, she started becoming the smarter one, the prettier one, the sexier one. The little angel that their parents loved and Sammy was the screw up. And maybe the reason she liked the night she got drunk so much, was that she was second best anymore. She had just enjoyed herself with Cassie that night. Although they didn't really do anything, except for makeout with some tongue and some touching, it was a lot of fun. Even though she had been drunk, Sammy remembered how it felt when her sister touched her. Her sister even told her how hot she was. And the flirting between them, that was fun too. But Sammy soon had to come back to reality and realize she wasn't hot like her sister. She was just the big screw up.

"Leave me alone, Cassie." She said, laying on her stomach on her bed. She held her pillow close to her, her brown hair over her face and her pillow a little wet with tear stains.
 
Cassie could see that Sammie was upset, she could hear it in her voice too. She slowly closed the door and walked over to the bed where her sister laid. Sitting down beside her sister, Cassie reached out and placed a hand on Sammie's back, "Come on, sis, tell me what's wrong," she said, her hand making small circles on Sammie's back.

"Is it just mom and dad?" she asked, trying to guess what could have gotten to Sammie at dinner. As she tried to soothe her sister and get her to open up, Cassie found herself thinking back to that night a few weeks ago when they'd fooled around. It was so weird to think that she had made out with her own sister, but even weirder when she thought about how different they were. Cassie was the good girl, or at least, that was what their parents thought. The truth was, Cassie was tired of being the good girl. She wanted to do something bad, something naughty.

"Talk to me, Sammie," she pleaded.
 
She felt her sister touch her back. She pushed her hand away. "It's all of you, okay?!" She yelled at her sister. "You're the prettier one, the sexier one, the one that is perfect okay!" She said. "And I'm the ugly one who screws up all the time." She said. She loved her sister a lot but she was so tired of her sister being the prettier one, the one that was hotter and smarter.

Sammy knew the night she got drunk was wrong. She didn't remember all of it. She remembered making out with Cassie a lot. She remembered there was a lot of tongue involved. She remembered them feeling up each other, touching each other's tits. And since that night, the two had been flirting..grabbing each other's ass and tits all the time.

As Sammy laid on the bed, she remembered that night. She was really drunk, they had been laying on Cassie's bed. They started kissing innocently at first, then there was a lot of tongue. Sammy remembered touching Cassie's tits and making her nipples hard.
 
"That's ridiculous, Sammie," Cassie said as she scooted closer to her sister on the bed. "You aren't ugly. You're beautiful and sexy and smart. I'm serious, Sammie, you really are hot, you just have to figure that out and stop worrying about it. Besides being me isn't all that great. Mom and dad think I'm so perfect, but I'm not. And its not easy to live up to those expectations."

Cassie really wanted to just roll her sister over and kiss her, to show her how much she cared about her and to show her how desirable she was, but she didn't know if Sammie would think she was weird or not.
 
As weird as it had been the night she got drunk, she found that she kept thinking about. Of course she didn't remember all of it. But when she was drunk, Cassie made her feel pretty. And for once she didn't feel ugly in comparison to her sister. She knew it was wrong to kiss her sister like that but she remembered how much they made out, with tongue and then touching. And since then, they had been touching a lot. And whenever they touched, either with grabbing each other's asses or tits, it made Sammy feel hot.

"Whatever Cassie. Just go be perfect and leave me alone." She said, hugging her pillow to her. She loved her sister so very much but then there were times like these where she felt so ugly and unpretty because Cassie was so perfect to everyone.
 
"If I was so perfect would I make out with my own sister? Would I want to do it again?" Cassie asked, her voice a bit louder and a bit more intense than she intended, perhaps because she was admitting something out loud that she had been scared to admit to herself.

"Would I want to make out with you if I thought you were ugly?" she asked, frustrated.

Finally, Cassie stood up and started to the door, feeling like there was nothing she could say to make her sister feel better. She paused at the door and turned back to look at Sammie, "It's not my fault that mom and dad treat me different, don't take it out on me." With that she stomped out and slammed the door behind her, heading into her own bedroom.
 
Her sister wanted to make out with her again? Sammy wasn't expecting to hear that. The truth was, Sammy couldn't forget that night either. She remembered laying in Cassie's bed when they started making out. First it was just a playful kiss, then they started to really make out. She remembered tasting Cassie's tongue in her mouth. There was a lot of tongue. She remembered Cassie kissed her neck and touching her tits, playing with them. It seemed like they had made out forever that night. And since that night, they had been teasing. Grabbing each other's ass whenever they could. They hadn't really made out since that night but sometimes Sammy thought about.

Sammy pulled herself together and stopped crying. She walked down the hall into Cassie's bedroom and went inside, shutting the door behind her.

"You've really thought about making out again?" She asked softly.
 
Cassie flopped down on her bed, frustrated with her younger sister and with her parents, who she blamed for everything. She couldn't believe that she had actually admitted to Sammie that she wanted to make out again. But it was true. She hadn't stopped thinking about it since that night. All of the flirting and touching that they'd done since had just been Cassie's attempt to recapture the magic of that night they'd spent together in her bedroom.

Cassie fought back tears as she realized that Sammie probably didn't feel the same. Most likely, Sammie thought she was some kind of pervert. Maybe I am, she told herself as she rolled onto her stomach, her back to the door. Only a pervert would want to make out with her own sister and touch her breasts and her ass...

"You've really thought about making out again?"

Not having heard the bedroom door open, Cassie almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Sammie's voice. She twisted her upper body to look back at her sister who stood a few feet away. "Yes...I know it's weird...please don't tell mom and dad...don't tell anybody..."
 
Sammy made sure the door was shut and locked, knowing if they were going to even mention this again, their parents didn't need to hear it. No one knew about what happened between them that night. They didn't even talk about. But Sammy didn't forget it. She had come home drunk, so sick of everyone. She was laying in her bed and then Cassie came. They started talking and before they knew it, they were kissing. They were intensely making out with lots of tongue. They kissed each other on the neck and Sammy remembered Cassie saying how hot she was. They grabbed each other's ass as they made out and tits too. And since that night, they touched when they could. Never making out but a simple grab of the ass.

Sammy walked over to her sister's bed and sat down and sighed. "I'm not going to tell Cassie." She said as she stared at her lap. "I thought about it too..." She blushed a little, knowing Cassie probably thought she was some sort of pervert now.
 
"You did, really?" Cassie asked, startled to know that she wasn't the only one. She rolled over onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

Cassie could feel her heart beating faster just thinking about that night, and thinking about the dinner table just a little while ago, when Sammie had teased her with her foot. Was it possible that her sister felt the same way she did? That she wanted to make out again, just like Cassie did? Maybe do more than just make out...
 
Sammy had tried to forget about that night because this was her sister after all but every time Sammy was laying in her bed, all she thought about was that night. When they were making out with lots of tongue, fondling each other a lot. And since then, they had been teasing, especially with what happened at dinner under the table. "I wouldn't say something like that just to make you feel better Cassie." She said.

"I keep thinking about when we made out." She whispered softly. She remembered there was a lot of tongue, feeling her sister's tongue in her mouth.The way they grabbed at tits and ass. And since then, they grabbed each other's ass and tits. And Sammy had been thinking a lot about making out again.
 
Cassie couldn't believe how good it made her feel to hear Sammy say that. She suddenly felt warm all over. She felt wanted.

"Does that mean...can I kiss you again?" Cassie asked, almost surprising herself at how bold she was. She sat up next to her sister, placing a hand softly on her knee and looking at her, trying to see if she could tell what her sister was thinking. "Maybe just a little kiss?"
 
Sammy had been thinking a lot about kissing her sister. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about how they made out in her bed with lots of tongue. She was probably a freak for wanting it to happen again. But whatever. She was already a screw up anyway. And the truth was, making out with her sister had been really hot.

"Just a little kiss." Sammy said softly as she leaned forward and kissed her sister gently. She could taste the lip gloss on her sister's lips and it tasted really good. She knew she shouldn't but ever since they made out that night, Sammy wanted to kiss Cassie again. Cassie was the perfect one and for once, Sammy wanted to feel pretty. And the only time she felt pretty was when she was kissing her older sister.

She knew Cassie could have any guy she wanted but Sammy just wanted to kiss her sister and feel pretty.
 
As Sammy leaned in and placed her lips against Cassie's, the tall blond felt her heart racing, pounding against the inside of her chest. Her sister's lips were so soft and wet, and Cassie couldn't help but think it was so much nicer kissing Sammy than any boy she'd ever kissed. Cassie knew she shouldn't, but felt her hand slipping up her sister's leg and then her tongue slipped between her lips, pushing into Sammy's mouth.

God, this is so wrong...but it feels so amazing! Cassie leaned into her sister, pressing her lips tighter against Sammy's as she searched for her sister's tongue with her own. Her hand continued to creep slowly up Sammy's thigh.
 
Sammy wasn't a lesbian or at least she didn't think she was. She had been with boys before but since that night when they drunkenly made out, it was all Sammy could think about. She thought about her sister's tongue in her mouth, how Cassie fondled her. And all the nights since then when they teased each other all the time. The only time Sammy felt pretty is when Cassie was touching her. God, she felt like such a sick pervert for thinking that.

Sammy opened her mouth against Cassie's wanting to feel Cassie's tongue again. God, it was so fucking wrong. But the way her sister's tongue felt in her mouth felt so good. She moaned a little as Cassie touched her thigh. She hoped Cassie didn't think she was some disgusting freak.
 
Cassie just knew that her sister was going to stop her at any moment, but she couldn't stop herself, she wanted more. More than just a soft, gentle kiss. More than just making out and feeling each other up. She wanted more of Sammy. She wanted to give more to Sammy.

She could feel her sister's tongue against hers now, and that only encouraged her more. Her hand had reached the top of Sammy's thigh and was now pushing its way between her legs. She wanted to rub her sister's pussy just like her sister had started to do to her earlier.

Cassie pushed Sammy down onto her back, lowering herself down over her sister, never breaking their kiss.
 
Sammy had thought about this for such a long time. That night that they had made out and touched was so hot for her and Sammy never stopped wanting it. The way they had made out with so much tongue and touching. Sammy knew Cassie probably hated her and thought she was so disgusting. Sammy giggled as her sister pushed her on the bed so Cassie was on top of her.

She felt Cassie start to move her hand up her skirt. "Tickles Cassie.." She giggled as her tongue toyed with Cassie's tongue. She loved the way they were kissing and making out with lots of tongue.

Sammy started to squirm a little, feeling ticklish. "You're tickling me, Cassie.." She whispered, kissing her back with tongue.
 
Cassie was so lost in the kiss with her sister that she didn't really realize what she was doing with her hand, which had traveled all the way up Sammy's thigh, slipping under her skirt, until she heard Sammy giggle and say that it tickled. Cassie didn't stop. Her blond hair fell around her sister's face as she continued to press her lips tightly against Sammy's soft, wet lips. It was every bit as good as it was the first time they'd made out, but more intense. It wasn't just a playful experiment now. Now there was desire and lust.

"It's okay, I promise you'll like it," Cassie whispered into her sister's ear as she slipped her fingers between Sammy's legs and gently rubbed the middle of her sister's panties.
 
"Cassie...." She whispered softly to her sister. Sammy could feel her sister rubbing her panties and in turn making them wet. Sammy continued to make out with her sister, with lots of tongue. She loved the way it felt to have her sister's tongue in her mouth. She played with Cassie's tongue, brushing her tongue against Cassie's.

Sammy didn't know if her sister would be mad, but with her right hand Sammy reached up and touched Cassie's full tits. Her sister always had the bigger tits and since they started teasing each other, Sammy would grab Cassie's tits whenever she got. Sammy started to fondle Cassie's tits softly through her shirt.
 
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