Love Thy Sister (Lesbian Story)

Love Thy Sister (Lesbian Story): Chapter 8

Abbey 12:00am

I feel so beautiful. But not that type of beauty where you glam yourself up really nice and everyone around you says that your beautiful. No, the type of beauty where it tingles from your head to your toes and you feel all melted. I feel as though my eyes are sparkling diamonds that everyone admires. I feel as though my lips are delicate petals made to form a smile. I feel as though my strawberry blonde hair hangs from my shoulders like precious light colored gold. I feel precious, I feel like a diamond. She touched me. I’m not talking about the usual hug or the usual nervous kiss I’m talking about intimate passionate touching. I’m talking about sex… It all happened so unexpectedly really. One second we’re watching T.V laughing, the next she has me wrapped in her warm, strong arms and is laying me against her bed. I can still feel the warmth of her body pressing against me. She stared deep into my eyes and started rubbing my waist. Her beautiful chocolate skin intertwined with my porcelain skin. Mmmm, I can still hear her whispers. She kept whispering “I love you.” and “You’re so beautiful Abbey.” I can still feel the burning sensation on my cheeks for I just knew they were ruby red. I can still hear her soft sweet moans in the back of my head. She makes me feel so treasurable. When she compliments me, it’s more than the usual: “You’re so hot” or “You’re so sexy.” A girl gets really tired of constantly hearing that. Now as her head lies on my chest, her coal black hair is spilling all over my shirt I feel connected. It is such a deep connection that no one will ever understand but us. I'm in love with Crystal; I'm in love with my dear sister.

Crystal 2:00am

To be touched is like electricity shooting through your body. To be touched is to feel like just for that moment nothing and no one matters but you and that person. To be touched by Abbey is to be loved. It was passionate, every girls first time should be passionate. Ha, I’m acting as though I had sex a million times before. But no…she was my first and it felt beyond anything I ever dreamed of. I mean everyone has probably had that time where they were in their room at night with the lights turned off and they hold their pillow and pretend like its flesh they’re touching instead of a fluffy down. Almost everyone has pressed their lips against it imagining that someone’s soft, luscious, plump lips pressing against their lips. You close your eyes and those with the most vivid of imaginations hold onto that moment never wanting to open their eyes…but then it all stops. Either you’re disrupted by a parent entering your room unannounced, the phone rings, or you have the slightest hope that someone is actually going to be there when you open your eyes. For me it’s the last one. I used to close my eyes and pray that when I opened them Abbey would be laying there craving when our lips would conjoin one more time. I don’t have to imagine anymore…I actually have it. I feel selfish in a way, for those who have never had that. Or those who are older than me and have never experienced that. But should I feel selfish? The constant isolation I have fought through for so many years has lead up to this beautiful moment…It feels good, this feeling feels good. I finally have what I wanted, but why do I feel like there is so much more to long for? I don’t know…and I dare not to attempt to answer this question when it’s the night after I lost my virginity and the girl that I have wanted since I was a mere child is laying in my arms resting. No, I dare not answer that question, at least not for now….

Abbey 9:56am

Everything feels different the morning after you lose your virginity. Well, at least for me it does. When I awoke there was fog outside and everything was so frigid. Everything felt so uncomforting, except for the bed. The bed was still warm and filled with nostalgia from the night before. Crystal is still knocked out. I had expected to find her up already up and writing or something. But no, she was just sleeping so peacefully. It was the most peaceful I had ever seen her sleep in my entire life. Usually she always has this serious look on her face or she looks depressed. I feel so rejuvenated this morning, it’s like I’m a completely different person. I never expected to lose my virginity this way though…you know how when you first discover what sex is, or when you get those feelings you try to fantasize it? I imagined me lying in a bed with my favorite actor or singer and them “deflowering” me. Wow, I was totally off. I lost my virginity to my sister. Is it wrong that somewhere deep down inside I feel a bit wrong? I love Crystal, but for some reason this all feels wrong…Shelly texted me this morning. She wants to know if I wanted to hang out with her and a few other people from school. I still haven’t texted her back yet. Would it be rude of me just to leave my sister laying here after we had sex? There it goes again, the feeling that I did a revolting thing. I need something to get all of this out of my head, maybe I should go with Shelly. Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do. I’ll just leave Crystal a note and go with her. We’ve been spending a lot of time together anyway. Every relationship needs some space right? I know for certain that right now I need some space…

Crystal 1:12pm

How the fuck are you going to ditch your girlfriend in bed right after having sex for the first time? I am livid, no I am beyond livid. I awoke this morning expecting to find Abbey either snuggled up against me or somewhere in the house. But guess what I found instead? I found a cold  bed with a little blue posted note lying there where Abbey should have been. All it said on the post-it note was: “Went out with Shelly, I love you.” That’s it?! I ripped the note up, how in hell could she just do something like this? I feel like I just had a one night stand. I can’t even stand the idea of a one night stand and now I feel like I had one. I’m so frustrated right now I don’t even feel like writing. I should go out just to piss her off. Yeah, she’ll come home to a cold empty mansion with no one to talk to but herself. But where would I go? I’m not going to the library when I’m mad like this. I should just catch a bus and go downtown or something. Wow, I must be really insane. I NEVER go downtown. The last time I went downtown was when Mom and Dad wanted to do the whole: “Take your child to work” thing. I remember them showing Abbey and I off to all their rich friends, and then them putting us both in this conference room. They said “Have fun” and didn’t come back for hours. I still should just go downtown. Maybe I’ll find a nice coffee shop or something. I’ve always dreamed of going to a coffee shop. Not the usual Starbucks one though. I am not a fan of Starbucks at all. They overcharge you for some watered-down cappuccinos. I’m going to go and put on some clothes, grab my wallet, and venture into the unknown. Goodbye….

-The irritated and Livid Crystal