The sister act part 1

Even to this day I still marvel at the perculiar circumstances in which I lost my virginity. I recap it often, usually when I am finger-fucking myself, and I still contact those involved for a little ‘reminisce’ occasionally.

It started on a day in July. I had finished my GCSE examinations, and the senior year got about one and a half months extra summer holiday. The year above at finished their AS level exams as well, and so they had been on holiday for a week or two longer than us. This was okay for me and my sister, who were both quite social people and we seldom stayed in the house for days on end.

My name is Laura Marsh. I was sixteen at the time; I had just finished my GCSEs. I was about 5’10” and of medium/slim build. There was no way I was fat. I liked wearing tight tops to show off my breasts, one of my most treasured assets, and miniskirts to reveal my long, tanned legs.

My sister Emma had just finished her first college year and her AS-level exams. Her birthday was at the start of August, meaning that she was one of the youngest in her year, so she was still sixteen at the time, a fact that I plagued her with constantly during the holidays. “Don’t go thinking you’re better than me because you’re older than me, wait, you’re not anyway!” I would taunt. Emma had grown used to this by now and would roll her pretty eyes at me when I did it.

Emma was like me in a lot of ways, she had magnificent breasts that, since I was fourteen, had a very strong desire to suck on, and she liked to wear tops that paraded them. She wore miniskirts, but not with the passion I did; she prefered to wear tight jeans that showed off her perfect, slender butt, which I secretly had a growing desire to spank hard.

We were quite normal sisters, but we were very open with each other; we would talk about boys, puberty, fantasies or anything.

The day was a Tuesday the 18th of August, or as we now call it, Judgement Day.

Our parents worked full-time and because we awoke at around nine-thirty, we seldom saw them until around seven, when they returned from work. Just days before on the Sunday, myself and Emma had planned with two friends to take the bus into the centre of town and go shopping. However, today was raining, and we agreed that we would forget the trip if it was raining, and so, we had no prior engagement, although our two friends had called and told us that they would probably come around to our house later on.

Currently, I was sat on the sofa watching a cartoon that I wasn’t paying attention to. I was watching the rain, hoping for it to clear up, when Emma came down the stairs, jumping the last three and landing so her miniskirt flew up around her belly-button, exposing her pink thong and beautiful rear-end to my wild eyes for a few teasing seconds. Oh, how I wanted to spank that behind.

Emma took up her usual spot on the floor and began playing with her new mobile phone. She was facing away from me and I craned my head to look up her skirt to get a better view of that behind.

I picked up some litter and walked the long way around to the kitchen.