I was eighteen. Melinda was twenty-two. From the moment Melinda touched my pussy, I knew she was the one for me. I still remember how her finger first felt gently touching my smoothness. I especially liked it right after I had freshly shaved. The feeling was just so sensitive afterwards.
Melinda knew a lot of things. She was so knowledgeable in all areas and I learned so much from my older sister. All I had to do was watch Melinda and I would learn something new. Cooking, cleaning, fixing things, or even plumbing, Melinda could do it, but it was sex she did best. I know this because she taught me about it. It was the reason why I fell in love with her.
I was a senior in high school and it was a normal morning where Melinda and I shared the bathroom; her getting ready for work and me getting ready for classes. She would always shower first while I got things ready to make ourselves pretty.
I would always be naked while waiting for Melinda to get out as I got our pretty paint together. Deep down inside, I always looked forward to seeing her naked, so the minute she was finished and reaching for the towel, I could not wait to see her body.
She was shorter than me and stood just five feet in her bare soles. However, I was not much taller than her, maybe just by two inches. Melinda was very petite and very curvy. There was no fat on her short slender body. It was very tight and perfect in every way. Her breasts were very pert and medium sized, kind of made her body a little out of balance since she was so tiny. Her thin legs complimented her body in a natural way though. They were smooth and silky and led right to a spot that was just as smooth and velvety. Every time she got out of the shower and I saw her standing there naked, her perfect pussy was actually on which my eyes concentrated.
My pussy was nothing compared to Melinda's. While her outer labial lips formed the most perfect seam and concealed what was inside, my outer ones were more prominent. I felt inferior to her because mine ruffled slightly while her's were perfectly up and down. Not that mine were not vertical, they were, but not with the perfection of Melinda's. With mine rippling up and down as they would, I felt compared to those of a female horse.
But that was the way I was made and I could not help that. I just wished my pussy looked more like my sister's. Granted we were both smooth, it just did not look natural to me. I was four years younger than her and I felt that I should have had the most perfect sexual lips. I knew that was wrong since I could not help the way we both came out, but sometimes certain things were unnerving. This was one of them. I felt that way until the day Melinda touched my pussy.
As usual, we both awoke at the same time and began our morning ritual. Melinda started the shower so that it would be nice and hot. I was sitting on the toilet using it as Melinda turned around and removed her robe exposing her short naked tight body. I knew there was something up when she smiled.
"Vicki, take a shower with me this morning," Melinda said with a curve in her upper lip.
I had just begun to wipe myself when I was taken aback at her statement. My hand was still stuck between my legs in a pause when I looked at her with a very peculiar look.
"You want me to do what, Mel?" I said, not knowing what else to say.
"You heard me Vick. Take a shower with me."
"Mel, what's wrong with you this morning? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"Oh come on Vick! Let's not waste the water like we do every morning. I bet it'll be fun! Come on!"
I sat there on the commode finally able to finish wiping and felt a tingle as the paper swished over my clit. I shivered and did not know Melinda could see it.
"See, you shuddered just at the thought. I saw it. Please join me Vick!"
I wondered if Melinda really knew that it was because I touched my clit slightly than the thought of being in the shower with her. I thought I must have been crazy even considering about getting in the shower with my older sister. But as I stood, I felt the beginning of arousal and could not believe it. I began to think something was wrong with me. Then I wondered if something was wrong with Melinda.
At the time, I was not sure if I was going to do the correct thing, but I walked toward Melinda and she immediately had a different glow. It was arousal, although I did not really realize it at the time.
I followed Melinda into the shower and the hot water immediately fell over my body. Melinda slid the shower door closed and again smiled at me. I knew that she was up to something; I could tell that she was thinking.
I stood there not knowing what to do as I watched Melinda take the soap and squirt it heavily over the bath sponge. She turned her body so that it was under the shower's sprinkles and said as she handed me the sponge.
"Here, wash me" she said.
I looked at her and could not move.
"Don't look at me like that Vick. Wash me. You know, like you wash yourself."
"Really Mel, this is too much. I shouldn't even be in the shower with you. This is just so wrong" I said.
Then I threw the sponge down to the shower floor and reached for the door to slide it open to exit.
"No Vick. Stay. Please? What's wrong with this?"
"Melinda, what's wrong with this? You really have to ask that? Think big sister, THINK!"
I turned my back and did not know she had reached down and picked up the sponge sopped with soap. I began to slide the shower door to exit when I felt the heaviness of the sponge hit me in the back.
"Shower pooper!" Melinda yelled and laughed.
I turned around and Melinda splashed water in my face and smiled. I reached down and grabbed the sponge. When I came back up, my head was in line with her pussy. I stared at its perfection and wished mine was like hers. I tried not to stare long and continued up with the sponge to squeeze the suds over her head.
As the soap ran down Melinda's face, I could see the smile. I continued to watch the trail of soap run down her breasts that offset her body, and the suds followed the contour of her rather large nipples, much larger than mine. It was funny to me that I was finding how different our bodies were to each other, but it seemed she did not care. Or did she and I just did not know it?
"See, I knew you would enjoy this Vick! Now will you help?"
I smiled at my big sister and put more soap on the sponge. Little did I know that it would turn into a teaching session.
Melinda turned around and I pressed the sponge to the middle of her back. The suds rolled down her wet skin all the way to her round ass. I preceded to run the sponge down the crease of her back then back up. As I did, Melinda began to moan a little. I just figured it felt good to her.
At first, I was hesitant to go lower, but something inside me told me to do so. I was not sure what that was, but I listened to it, taking the sponge and rubbing gingerly across Melinda's posterior. In doing so, I lost my balance and my bare hand planted right on one of her round cheeks. A feeling passed through me I could not explain. I had never felt a feeling like the one I had. I did not even know how to describe it. Melinda, however, loved my bare hand on her ass.
"My ass feels good doesn't it, Vick?"
It did feel good, but I did not know how to answer her. My big sister's petite ass was firm. It felt like a smooth balloon. I began to wonder what the item in front of it felt like. That's when I began to question myself.
"Uh huh, you not saying anything says enough. Want to feel more of me little sis? I sure would love that." Melinda said and turned around.
When she did, her firm C-cups brushed across my A ones. I let out a little sigh as I felt her nipples brush across mine. I lifted the sponge and drug it across one of her breasts and felt the firmness of it. It felt a lot like mine but with more depth. Her nipple began to lengthen and become rigid under the sponge. It got so hard and long, I cold almost balance the sponge on it and it would not fall to the shower floor. Without even thinking, I took my free hand and began to feel her other breast. In fact, I actually thought I was feeling my own until I realized what I was doing. How could I have made such a mistake?
So, I jerked my hand away. When I did, Melinda asked, "Why'd you take your hand away, Vick? That's what I want you to do. Isn't it obvious that this is more than just a shower now?"
I admitted to myself that it was, but I just did not want to admit it to Melinda. Why? I really did not know. At the time, I think I did not want her to know I was enjoying it. She was my sister after all and we were not supposed to be doing this. At least that was what I thought.
Then Melinda showed her true feelings for me. She looked into my eyes and brushed her hand over my cheek, touching the corner of my lips slightly. The look she had was more than a sisterly look. It was a look of both desire and love. While I was contemplating that, Melinda pressed her lips to mine as I felt her hands squeeze my ass. Immediately, I dropped the sponge and gave into my sister's hold.
As she kissed and squeezed, our breasts touched each other and I could feel my pussy reacting. My sister was arousing me. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, it felt so right.
I felt my personal arousal mix with the the water of the shower as Melinda continued to kiss me.