Tasting Lora

I was 17 years old when I decided to finally try
sex with another girl. I had thought about it since I
was a pre-teen, but had never had the courage to
attempt anything, mainly because I was afraid the word
would get out all over town. A little background
info:
My parents were in their mid 40’s when I was 17; I
had two sisters, Lora (16) and Lisa (15); My parents
were not open-minded about “alternate lifestyles”.

My sisters and I were not the most attractive
girls in school, but we weren’t homely either. We all
had long, brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin. At
17, I had a good figure (36C-24-37) and always had
guys sniffing around me. My sisters had hardly any
breasts at all and seemed to take after our mother who
was almost flat chested. All the women in the
household paraded around naked unless my father was
home, so we all were pretty familiar with each other’s
bodies. I had noticed on many occasions that Lora
would try to look at my naked body without getting
caught. I never let on that I knew, but I started
getting the feeling that she might like other girls
like I did.

Our house was located in an area that wasn’t in
the city, but not in the “country” either. We had
neighbors, but their houses were a minimum of one
hundred yard away, some further than that. Our pool
was located in the backyard, which was surrounded by a
tall privacy fence. All the women in the house swam
in the nude now and then, but we didn’t sunbathe at
all since we were so fair skinned.

My first, wonderful, sweet experience with
another girl was with my sister Lora, and it started
with us swimming naked on an early day in June. I had
been in the pool for a few minutes when Lora came
prancing out of the house, stark naked, and took a
header into the pool. We laughed and splashed each
other and had a great time for ten minutes or so. We
made our way to the shallow end of the pool and
lounged on the steps. I pretended to stretch, leaning
back and arching my back as far as I could, trying to
thrust my breasts out as far as possible but still
keep an eye on Lora. Sure enough, I noticed her
checking me out. When I finished stretching, I looked
closely at Lora and noticed that she seemed to be
crying a little.

I put my hand on Lora’a shoulder and asked her
what was the matter.