I’m Leslie Smith; just a normal girl in her last year of high school. I make really good grades and I’m one of the most popular girls in my class. I’m also a closeted lesbian who’s in love with her older sister. Is that weird?

You see, my older sister, Carrie, is the coolest. She’s smart, pretty, and very athletic. She’s also been a proud lesbian for years now. She first came out to our parents when she was thirteen. I, on the other hand, have never tried being honest with them about it and since I’ve only dated guys so far, our parents have absolutely no clue about how close my sister and I actually are.

Our mom is always busy. She’s always either stuck at work late or off on some business trip. Our dad takes care of things around the house, but he’s usually occupied making sure our little brother gets to his extracurriculars. It’s generally pretty easy for Carrie and me to find some time alone to fool around.

Even before we started sleeping together, Carrie and I were super close. She was practically my best friend growing up and I always looked up to her – I still do. The two of us can talk about anything together. I tell her all my secrets. So, after my last boyfriend broke my heart, I told her that I was done with guys. She was probably joking when she said it, but she told me that I should give dating girls a try. I didn’t hate the idea, but the only girl I had ever been truly interested in was her. I told her that, and that was the start of our new relationship.

The two of us have gotten even closer since then, and our relationship, or maybe just my sister, has become less awkward. She’s more willing to kiss even when we’re not completely home alone. She doesn’t even mind when I sneak into her bed for some playtime anymore, but lately, she’s been really busy with college and hasn’t had much time to spend with me. I miss her.

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It was Thursday night and I was sitting at the kitchen table with my dad and my thirteen-year-old brother, Andy. Dinner was ready over twenty minutes ago and Carrie still hadn’t come down to eat, even though I had told her that I made her favorite. This wasn’t the first dinner she had missed this week, either.

Monday, she had been late coming home from school. Tuesday, she had been home on time, but rushed and left dinner early, and yesterday, she skipped dinner entirely. I had just assumed she didn’t want to stomach one of Dad’s experimental meals, but here she was, missing meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I even sauteed the green beans on the side exactly how she liked them. Hmph!

I sat at the table frustratedly picking at my food. After I had tried so hard to do something nice for her, she still hadn’t come down to eat. What was with her lately? I’d hardly seen her all week. Every time I stopped by her room, she was too busy to stop and talk let alone have any fun. I knew she had been super swamped with homework recently, but she could still make more of an effort to hang out.

Dad and Andy cleared out of the kitchen and left their dishes on the counter. They had to go and get ready to leave for one of Andy’s sports games. I forgot which one of them was supposed to be tonight; he played so many. I grumpily put the leftovers away for Mom, and Carrie, if she ever left her room. I grumbled to myself as I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

“Stupid Carrie. Always too busy… I know she’s got finals soon, but she has to take a break sometime… She should know I miss her… Grr!”

I slammed the dishwasher closed, then turned to lean against the sink with my arms folded under my chest. I whipped around so quickly that my long brown ponytail smacked against my face. I groaned in frustration. I had finished cleaning up completely, and Carrie still hadn’t come downstairs. I was mad at her, so I decided to go up to her room and tell her.

I walked upstairs to her bedroom door and knocked.

“Come in,” I heard her say.

I opened the door and I didn’t bother hiding the frown on my face. Carrie was seated at her desk with her head lying on top of it and her laptop closed in front of her. She seemed kinda down, but I wasn’t going to let that keep me from telling her that I was angry with her.

“Carrie, we called you for dinner like half an hour ago! You said five minutes,” I said crankily.

“I know…” she sighed. “I was trying to write this stupid paper. My professor hated my draft, so I’m nearly back to the drawing board trying to make it ‘more interesting.’ I’m sorry, but there’s just no way to make certain parts of history interesting,” she grumbled.

I wasn’t frowning quite as hard as I had been. I must have started to feel bad for her since she seemed really upset about this paper.

“You seem stressed,” I said to her while still in the doorway.

“Ugh, I am!” she exclaimed as she sat up suddenly. “School’s been awful so far. There’s tons of homework, the professors are all really unhelpful, and no one else seems to be struggling at all!”

She put her head back down on the desk facing away from me this time. She seemed truly upset, and I suddenly felt bad for being so mad at her. I closed the door softly, then walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. After a few seconds, she sat up and let me hug her. She spun her chair around and I held her from her side. Her head rested against my stomach as her arms wrapped around my lower waist. I stroked her head, then ran my arms down to her shoulders and upper back. She felt tense. Maybe Carrie just needed to relax a bit.

“You know what? I think you just need a break. Maybe if you take your mind off of it for a while it won’t be so stressful when you come back to it,” I suggested.

“Maybe, but I have to finish this paper by tomorrow. I’m running out of time.”

I stepped back so I could look at her.

“Come on, a little break won’t hurt.”

After I said that, a dirty thought crossed my mind. I suddenly knew the perfect way to help her relieve some stress.

“I could help you take your mind off things… relax a little… if you want…” I said seductively.

She sat there and seemed to think about it for a moment.

“I don’t know…” she said hesitantly.

“Dad and Andy are about to leave. It will be just the two of us until Mom gets home around 8:30.”

Carrie glanced at the clock, then took some more time to think. It was 5:52; that gave us plenty of time. We’d be home alone, so she wouldn’t even have to keep quiet. There was no way she could say no to that. She hated it when she had to try not to moan, or when she didn’t get to hear me make noises.

Besides, I really wanted some time with her and I was willing to do anything to get it. Even if I didn’t get off, I wanted to be what she was focused on for a while. And, now, I also wanted to take her mind off of school and make her feel better. I’d never seen her this stressed about anything before and I felt like I had to do something about it.

“Well, that does sound nice…” she said finally.

“Right? After that, you can eat, maybe take a soak, and then get back to your homework.”

She was silent for a long time, or at least it felt like it.

“Okaaayyy,” she sighed. “You’re right. I’m way too stressed to keep going right now. I’m too frustrated with this paper to write it and I doubt I can get any other studying done either.”

“Perfect. Then as soon as we’re alone… I’ll make it all better,” I flirted as my hand glided across her cheek.

I smiled at her and told her I’d be right back, then went to see if Dad and Andy were still around. I left her room and went down the stairs. As I reached the bottom, Dad was helping Andy get his equipment out the front door.

“Bye, hun,” Dad called out. “We’ll see you after practice. Hopefully, we’ll be back around 9.”

“Okay, dad. See you later. Have fun, Andy!”

“Later,” he responded.

The two of them made it out the door, then I locked it behind them. After that, I ran upstairs back to Carrie’s room. When I opened her door, I noticed she had moved from her computer chair to her bed. She was lying with her legs hanging off of it on the opposite side of where the door was, over near her desk. She tilted her head up to look at me as I walked in.

“They’re gone. It’s just us now,” I said as I closed the door behind me.

I climbed onto her bed and leaned over to kiss her upside-down. Her lips and the kiss felt weak, like she wasn’t really putting effort into it.

“Aww, what’s wrong,” I asked her as I curled up next to her head.

She seemed distant, or like something was on her mind. I knew college was giving her a hard time, but she should still have the energy to kiss, right? Did she not want to do this right now? Or was it something else?

“I… I don’t know… I just feel like… maybe I can’t handle this college thing,” she said facing away from me.

Ahh, so she was still preoccupied with school. Maybe she needed a little pep talk.

“Sis, you can do anything. You got this.”

That was weak, but maybe she’d buy it.

She turned around. “You really think so?” she asked.

“I mean, yeah… I’ve been watching you do shit I thought was impossible since you were like, 3!”

“Haha, what?” she laughed.

It was true. Carrie had always been amazing at everything. That was why I admired her, but since she was so good at everything, sometimes I felt like I was just living in her shadow. Seeing her struggle with something was reassuring somehow. It was like it made her seem more human and less superhero. Everyone has their weaknesses and strengths; she taught me that. Maybe college wasn’t her thing, but I wasn’t about to let her give up on it either. I had to say something.

“I’m serious, sis!” I started. “You were always running when I could barely walk. Or when you were doing those competitive bike races and I was stuck on training wheels. Or just how good you are at everything in general…” I paused. “I don’t really have any good examples right now. You’re just… seriously good at like… everything.”

“Except school,” she sighed.

“No, don’t be like that. I really mean it. You’re like, my role model.”

“R-really? Thanks… that means a lot.”

I leaned over and gave Carrie another upside-down kiss, then she started to sit up and turn around. I got up on my knees to meet her, and we kissed gently. As the kiss grew, I put my arms around her shoulders and she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me in tight. Our bodies were pressed together as we kissed until we lost balance and fell over onto her bed. I ended up on top.

I sat up slightly and looked down at her. She looked kind of vulnerable like this. It was unusual for Carrie to seem so helpless, but I kind of liked it. I smiled as a naughty idea crossed my mind. I’d make her feel better, but I was going to have some fun doing it. I was going to tease her and drive her wild. I couldn’t let her off the hook completely for ignoring me all week, after all.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take your mind off things,” I whispered before giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

I began by kissing her on the neck just behind her ear. Her short brown hair was tied out of the way in a tiny ponytail behind her head. I slowly kissed my way down her neck to the top of her scoop-necked shirt and felt her breathing speed up with each kiss. When I got to her cleavage, I kissed toward one side and then the other before pulling her shirt down to kiss and lick lower. Her boobs were small, so she hardly ever had a bra on; today was no different. As I kissed the sensitive skin between them, she gasped and her chest rose and fell beneath my lips, making me smile.

I sat up so I could pull her shirt up from the bottom. I slid it up her body, leaving a trail of light kisses as I worked my way up. Each time my lips touched her, I could feel her breath shake as she began to let out soft, shuddering moans. I lingered around her belly button with each kiss forcing her strong abs to flinch. Then, I tugged on her belly button piercing with my lips. She let out a loud moan, and I felt my own pussy clench. God, she was so sexy.

I continued to kiss my way up her mid-section until I had rolled her shirt up past her chest. I kissed her boob, planting a firm smooch on her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, then let it go, and Carrie gasped. Before she even finished reacting, I had done the same to the other one causing her to gasp again, breathlessly. I felt my vagina respond again. I was enjoying her sounds and how her body felt underneath me. I had really missed this.

Being intimate with Carrie was one of my favorite things to do, but she’d been too busy lately. I was upset that she hadn’t had any time for me, but I also wanted to make her feel better. Maybe I should torment her a little. Yeah… I could torment her body until she can’t take anymore and begs me to let her cum. Then after she finally has her orgasm, she won’t be able to forget why we spend alone time together like this. She’d have to make some time for me. Right?

I quickly moved away from her breasts and started to kiss my way back down her torso. It made Carrie whine, which was a good start to her mild sexual torture. I kissed her slowly, placing kisses all over her body as I went. I wasn’t moving in a straight line, and her moans and breathing told me that it was driving her crazy. She couldn’t easily anticipate anything.

As I got to her leggings, I started to roll them down to kiss from her lower abs to her hips. When I licked the spot connected to her thigh, she let out a deep sigh that I felt rumble through her body. As I continued to pull her pants down, I realized she didn’t have underwear on. Had she not worn any today? Interesting. I decided to bother her about it.

“Carrie! No underwear at school?” I asked sarcastically.

“Relax, I took them off when I got home,” she responded.

“Aww, and here I thought you had gotten a little kinkier. Too bad.”

That honestly disappointed me a little bit. For a moment, I thought she had gotten more of a wild side. I liked the idea of a bolder Carrie. It had so many possibilities. Oh well. Not today, I guess.

“I-I did…” she defended. “I took them off for when I finally had some time with you, you, dork. That’s why I was trying so hard to get this paper out of the way…”

“Aww… really?” I giggled.

She took them off for me? I guess she had been thinking of me after all. For a second, I felt a bit guilty about being so upset with her. I wanted to make it up to her, but I was having a good time messing with her, too. She’d enjoy it, sure, but I was going to keep having my fun with her.

“Okay, in that case…” I said before pulling her pants down farther.

I kissed as low on her torso as I could without kissing her lady bits; I didn’t want her to have that satisfaction just yet. I made sure to slow down the lower I got, just to annoy her a little. Next, I pulled her pants the rest of the way down her legs and left them bunched up around her ankles. With her legs stuck, I was able to lift them up and crawl in between them to lie down. With her knees bent, her feet and pants fit neatly into the small of my back. Then, I wrapped my arms around her thighs with my hands loosely holding her hips. This should be a great angle for pleasuring her pussy.

Carrie didn’t shave down there; not exactly. She kept it trimmed short and neat with a little extra on top. Now that I was looking at it, I realized that I couldn’t use my fingers on her; my nails were too long. I had gotten them done last weekend when my friends made me go with them to the salon. I forgot. I was going to have to use just my mouth. I didn’t mind doing it in the slightest; I just wasn’t sure how well I could do. It wasn’t something I had practiced a lot. I had the general idea of what I was doing, but I usually had a few fingers to rely on to help get the job done. I decided...