Two Sisters, One Bed
Masturbation / Toys
Voyeur / Exhibitionism
Written by women
Author: Katie Sweet, Source: sexstories.com
-------- Part 1 -------- Living in a cramped apartment wasn’t easy, and as a girl, sharing almost every aspect of my life was tremendously complicated. Since we lived in the downtown area of a large city, space was hard to come by; my mother, my sister, and I had to share two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a small living room that had a kitchen attached as an after-thought. The bathroom was disgraceful, each of us our own sets of makeup, our own razors, our own shampoos, our own towels, etc. Everything always got mixed up, and my sister would often use my stuff, whether intentionally or not. Worst of all, though, I had to share a crowded bedroom with my younger sister, Rebecca, or Becca for short. We usually got along well, but the notion of having very little privacy often infuriated me. In addition to having to wait for the bathroom’s vacancy, I couldn’t look at the computer without the fear of someone peering over my shoulder, and I couldn’t change clothes without waiting until someone left the room, and I couldn’t play with myself at night without the anxiety of my sister hearing the commotion. Becca was a cute girl, and she was growing nicely into a woman’s body. She ran track for the school, so she had a healthy frame with a flat tummy, and her shaven legs had a modest muscle tone. Her hips were maturing into the ideal hourglass figure, and she boasted beautifully shaped breasts. Her light brown hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, reached to her shoulders. She ...
... wore makeup lightly, and she had an earring in each ear. Her face was flawless, and her skin was smooth. When she smiled, she showed off her adorable dimples and her pearly teeth. Overall, Becca was becoming quite a head-turner. I, too, took pride in myself. My body was similar to Becca’s, except that my hair was a darker shade of brown, and my breasts were slightly bigger. But even in an all-girl family, and even though we were all very attractive, we were very asexual; apart from when we first got our periods, Mom never talked about sex in any capacity. Mom never discussed boys, condoms, masturbation, etc. Also, Becca and I never discussed anything either, and even when we changed clothes, we did it in privacy because we never felt comfortable seeing each other naked. Indeed, life was tough in the small apartment, but I managed to survive. One day, however, our sisterly relationship began to change. Becca and I had come into the apartment after having visited the community pool. We wore bikinis, and there were several cute boys around outside that made me horny. It didn’t take a lot to arouse me, and I felt the need to touch myself daily. I just assumed my horniness was a normal part of being a girl. “Hey, Becca,” I said. “Yeah,” she replied in her soft, cute voice as she dried her hair. I joked, “I think that boy was staring at you.” She blushed. “What?” “Yeah, you know,” I continued. “How do you know he wasn’t staring at you,” she retorted with a cheeky grin. I smiled. As ...