Foreword
"Ellen, take your nightgown off."
Without a word, I obeyed. I stood up, slipped off my nightgown, and quickly got into bed with my sister. Instantly, our lips met and our arms wrapped around one another in a loving and tender embrace. I was slightly shocked when our tongues made contact, but neither of us pulled away. In fact, we lay there in the darkness trying to get even closer. Our tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouth; licking, sucking, probing. She would insert her tongue into my mouth as far as she could put it, and wiggle it around, and then pull out. Then, I would do the same to her. I had heard the expression "swapping tongues" before, and I thought it was a gross expression, but here I was, doing it with Sheila, and it was the most fantastic experience of my life!
I broke away and whispered, "Sheila, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Ellen."
"Your body is beautiful."
"So is yours," she replied sweetly. My sister was now running her hands all over my body, driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt so much better than my own hands exploring my own body.