Oh! Emily

I had known for a little while that I was a lesbian. I’d never told anyone this because I was too embarrassed. It wasn’t because I didn’t like guys. I’d gone out with a few and even gone all the way with a couple. But they just didn’t really do anything for me. The realization that I was gay came slowly to me.

It started in gym class when I was 14. I would see some friends of mine changing. I saw lots of girls in their underwear and even some naked. Every time I saw a girl wearing just her panties (or less), I would get this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I tried to shrug it off. I dated a few guys when I got to high school. But like I said, none of them did anything for me.

What really finally triggered my realization was my little sister, Emily. She was always so cute. But it wasn’t until she hit puberty that I really started to notice. Her breasts grew and her butt got nice and round. I was truly attracted to her. I actually masturbated a few times with her in mind. The problem was that she was my sister. So I couldn’t do anything about my feelings for her.

Now 18, I started to date other girls in secret. I finally felt right. The sex was absolutely incredible. Yet still, each time I met and slept with a girl, I thought of Emily. I knew that I would never be satisfied until I slept with her. I finally got my chance through a strange circumstance as school was nearing completion.

Emily was 16, so she and I went to the same school together. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a car, so we had to take the bus to school. As it turned out, that ended up being what got us together. You see, our ride home was always quite long. So one day I decided to have a sexually based conversation with Emily and see where that would lead.

We got on the bus and took up our usual position at the back. I asked her how her day went and she asked me how mine went. Our usual banter. So I decided to “come out” to Emily to see what her reaction would be. “Emily? I want to tell you something. Do you promise to keep it a secret?”

“Why? What is it?” she asked.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone. It’s very important.” I insisted. Emily looked at me for a second, confused as to what would be so important. Understandable, since we shared everything together. What could I possibly have to say that she’d never heard before? Finally she said okay and then it was my turn to stare at her for a moment. “Emily,” I paused, “I’m gay.”

Emily’s jaw dropped. “Really?!” she asked, “How do you know?” She looked me up and down as if trying to see what it was that made me this way.

“I know,” I responded. I told her about the guys and the few girls I’d slept with. All the while she stared at me intently. She seemed very interested. I couldn’t figure out if she was just curious or if it was just like hearing new gossip to her.