Sister’s Surprise, Capter 2

Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 2


Night had fallen as I slowly stirred, my arm reaching over to the other side of the bed. I was disappointed to find that I was alone. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing a dim light flashing from white, to blue, and to grey and back again, as it radiated from down the hall, and a soft din coming from the same direction. I sat up, and became keenly aware of why girls remove their bra before bed. The straps of my bra dug into my shoulders, and beneath my arms. Everywhere the straps of my bra crossed was sore, and even as I started rubbing my shoulders, I was making a mental note not to let that happen again.
I rose from the bed with difficulty, my pink panties still around my ankles. I pulled them up, suddenly aware of how messy my sister and I were together. Our combined cum had dried over my clit. I smiled a little, realizing this wasn’t the first pair of panties I had cleaned cum out of, and will not be my last. However, It was the first time that it was going to be more than just my cum, which elated me to no end.
On shaky legs, I ventured down the hall, peering around a corner to see Jessica on the living room couch, watching TV. She didn’t notice me yet, so I took the time to look over my darling, beautiful sister. She was wearing a short white robe, open enough to admire the cleavage of her breasts. Growing up, I had occasionally snuck peeks at her boobs. Well, every chance I got was closer to the truth. I was a horny teenage boy, and seeing boobs, even my sister’s excited me. I relished the times after she took a shower, as she would walk from the bathroom to her room with the towel around her waist and wearing only a bra. I always listened for the sound of the shower to turn off, so to run to my door, cracked it open ever so slightly, and secretly watch her walk down the hall to her own room.
An odd thought crossed my mind as I reminisced: Did she know I was watching back then? Did she parade her bra covered breasts for me to see? I think we were going to have to talk about just what she had done for Michelle while waiting the past six years for her.
Six years. The amount of time staggered me. Had I really denied myself for that long? I knew, KNEW, I wasn’t Michael for so long, but I pretended. I did all the things teenage boys did. I played sports, I had a girlfriend. I hid Michelle in the darkest corners of my mind, and only let her out when no one else could see her, which was only about once every other month. And when I was done, she went back, hidden in a box in the back of the closet.
I exhaled quietly a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. Michelle was never going back into that box.
I gazed back at Jessica. Her legs were tucked beneath her on the couch, the short robe not cover them entirely. The light from the TV glinted off of her smooth tanned legs. She worked out, I knew, ever since she had been a little girl. She had a gym membership, and went at least once a week to help keep her petite figure, especially after Jennifer was born. She had tried to drag me there a few times, but since graduating from high school, most of my time was spent with April, or at work.
There was a commercial break on the program she was watching, and she took the chance to look over to me. A sweet smile spread across her face as her blue eyes focused on me. “Good morning, Shelly”, she said, using an affectionate nickname. “Did you have a nice nap”?
“Yeah, I guess”, I said, then realized that I had just used Michael’s masculine voice. “Yeah, I did”, I said again, the feminine lit clear in my voice. Talking like a girl was going to take some getting used to.
Her smiled widened when she heard Michelle’s voice. She took the remote from the coffee table, turned on a nearby lamp, and turned off the TV. My eyes blinked uncontrollably as they slowly adjusted to the light. She then patted the seat cushion next to her, inviting me to sit.
I felt no more control over my legs than I did my voice, as I was afraid each step would be the step that decided my knees would buckle and give out. With effort, I made it to the couch, and sat down as gracefully as I could, which was more like plopping down.
“I need to know what you’re feeling”, Jessica started without preamble.
I took several deep, calming breaths. I looked into her eyes, never seeing her beautiful smile fade from her soft lips. “Yesterday was both the worst and greatest day in my life”, I said, still trying to compile my thoughts, trying to explain what I meant. “I had always thought that when my secret came out, when Michelle was exposed, it would be the end of my life. My friends would shun and hate me for being different, and mom and dad would tolerate me, but in their eyes, I just wouldn’t be their son any more”. I saw her mouth open, ready to give me some words of encouragement. I lifted my hand, asking for her to let me finish. “And I was right. Michael’s life is over. I can never go back to that life”, I forced a weak smile, “and I never want to go back.
“I spent the past twenty-four hours riding one emotional rollercoaster after another. First, Michelle was discovered, and then April both dumped me and threw me out, not so much as giving me a chance to say anything”. I could feel my eyes starting to water as I relived the painful experience. “Then she outted me to EVERYBODY. She was not content to just leave me; she had to ruin my life too.”
Jessica had handed me a box of tissues, and I quickly pulled out a few, and was drying my teary eyes. “Then I came here”, I started again, once I regained my composure. “You welcomed me in, and told me that I could be Michelle if I wanted to. I decided there was no point in hiding who I was from you, so I did. And you not only accepted me as Michelle your sister, you accepted me as Michelle your lover. And I can tell you, I have never felt a love like what we shared before. And that was all before what happened in the bedroom”.
“You had a very rough day”, she conceded. “I have been prepared for Michelle to come to my door for years. But at the same time, I knew that the moment I saw her again, it was going to be on the worst day of Michael’s life. I knew I was going to have to be strong for you”. She took my hands in hers. It was strangely relieving to know she was trembling as much as I was. She leaned forward, pulling my hands forward, to pull my head to hers. My breath quickened as my lips once again touched hers. It was a kiss shared by lovers, our lips pressed to each other gently. It wasn’t a kiss about sexual tension, where our tongues penetrated and fought with each other, a prelude to sex. This kiss was far more sensual, without being sexual. It was what I needed the most at that time, a kiss from my lover.
Our lips parted, and it was as if her smile wiped away any apprehensions I had at that moment. I knew that no matter what else, she loved me.
“Let’s get cleaned up before bed”, she said, rising from the couch, pulling me up too. “Unless you want to be smelling our dried cum all night”, a playful smile crossed her face.
She pulled me back to the bedroom, and into the master bath. It was spacious, a large jetted garden tub occupying a corner of the room, two sinks along the wall, facing two vanity mirrors. A shower head built into the ceiling meant to emulate rainfall was spread over directly above the tub.
She reached into the linen closet, pulling out a few towels, and a small toiletry bag.