Flirt with Kiera

All of a sudden you find yourself staring at your sister. Holy shit, is she beautiful.

"You look tired," you tell her. "You want me to tuck you into bed?"

"Maybe," she says. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

You help her to her feet and guide her down the hallway to where Kiera has her bedroom. It's the larger of the two, with a big space for her to do her yoga and a window looking outside.

"This is nice," you say. "Lots of room. Really cozy."

"Yeah," Kiera says. "You wouldn't believe what I had to do to get it. Jordan really wanted it." She sat down on the side of the bed and looks up at you with a contented look on her face.

"What'd you have to do?" you ask.

Kiera smiles. "I had to fuck her with a strap-on," she says. "Usually she's the one on top."

You blush. "Uh, wow," you say. "So are you two, like, together, or...?"

"Not really," she says. She lies down across the bed, her lovely brown hair splayed across the duvet. "But sometimes we get too drunk or just too lonely and having a hot lesbian around is hard to turn down when you haven't gotten laid in weeks." She sighs deeply, looking like she's about to fall asleep. But then she opens her eyes again, and she's staring you down. "So," she says. "Did you come here tonight just to tell your big sister you like girls? Or did you have an ulterior motive?"

Well, you didn't have an ulterior motive. But, looking down at your sister on the bed, her arms thrown over her head and her hair making a halo around her face, you start to think that you might be thinking untoward things now. "I wanted to pick up the drinks too," you say, still not sure what the right response is.

Kiera sits up, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin on the back of her hand. "And that's all?" she purrs. "Just a quick little visit with your big sister?" She pouts. "Tooooo baaaaad," she says. "I guess I'll just go to sleep. Unless you really did have an ulterior motive."

You crawl onto the bed beside her and push her onto her back. Then you start nuzzling her neck, kissing it softly as your hands explore her body. Holy shit, a little voice in your head screams. This is your sister! You're making out with your sister! You ignore the voice and lift your head to look directly into Kiera's eyes. "You're gorgeous," you say.

"So are you," she retorts. "I'm so glad you're into girls now."

You kiss her and feel your tongues stroking against one another. You push your breasts against hers and your hands are roaming all across her body. "I'm going to put my hand in your pants now," you warn her. Your fingers are already fiddling with the zipper on her jeans, and soon you find yourself stroking her pussy through her red thong.

Your sister moans into your mouth, and you intensify your kisses, leaving a dark hickey on her neck. "I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad didn't teach you to kiss like this," Kiera says.

"No," you say between kisses. You slide your hand into her underwear now and slip the tips of your middle and ring fingers between her lips, stroking her up and down. "I taught myself. That was with guys, though."

Kiera laughs, then moans, then laughs again. "Clearly the method's the saaay-muh!" she squeals. "Fuck!"