Lisa was a good older sister. She cared for her, took her home from school, helped her with her homework. In exchange all she wanted was small things. She told her sister to sleep with her in her bed so she wouldn’t be lonely. Her sister was happy to oblige and for a time Lisa was happy with just that.

	With sleeping so close to each other came normal things, like cuddling and nuzzling. This was ok, Lisa thought. It’s normal for sisters who sleep in the same bed to cuddle and hold each other. She tried not to think too hard when her heart raced as her little sister clung to her half asleep, cheek resting on her breast. She hoped it wasn’t thumping too loud.

	And it was normal then for her to cling back. It was only fair after all. Her little sister couldn’t have all the clingy-ness. Lisa wrapped her arms around her little sister and held her so close she thought they would cease being two people. Merge into one being with twice the love all for each other.

	And it was normal still for her heart to ache every second she was apart from her little sister. For her to hurry faster and faster to her little sisters school in hopes of seeing her sooner. For her to cling longer and longer in the mornings long after her sister had woken up and wanted to get out of bed. To shower her in kisses and adoration and love.

	She had her limits. When her desires turned from platonic kisses to kisses of passion. When they turned from cuddling and nuzzling to groping and squeezing. When her heart beat so fast and loud her little sister asked if she was ok and she nearly cried to hold herself back. To keep her from crossing that line.

	Yet she couldn’t give it up. The smart thing to do would be to cut herself off from her little sister. Sleep on the floor or on the couch. Let her walk herself home from school she was old enough after all. Yet she couldn’t give it up, for she loved her little sister too much.

	And her little sister, bless her, for when her older sister hugs lasted just a bit too long. Her older sisters kisses on the cheeks turned into kisses on the lips and then to kisses in the mouth. When she caught her older sister panting and moaning next to her one night. She didn’t say a thing. She laid there and listened and wondered why her heart beat so fast too.

	Her little sister had her limits too. It wasn’t like she didn’t feel when her older sister groped her butt or her chest. It wasn’t like she refused her older sisters kisses even when she stuck her tongue in her little sisters mouth. It wasn’t like she wondered what her older sister was doing when she was panting and moaning behind her in bed. 

	It felt like a naughty thing to do, but she trusted her older sister. She wouldn’t do anything bad to her little sister she loved and adored so so very much. She didn’t like when she saw the pained expression in Lisa’s face when she woke up and turned around to face her.

	She had her limits. As long as she didn’t touch her little sister. As long as she didn’t do anything to her it would be ok. At least that’s what Lisa told herself. But when her lil sis asked her what was wrong while she was masturbating to her and she broke down into tears in front of her she couldn’t help herself any longer.

	It was a naughty thing to do her little sister would learn. When her older sisters arms wrapped around her and taught her about all the spots on her body she could touch to make her little sister feel good. When her older sister moved her little hands across all the spots that made her feel good. When there were no more limits, they were finally happy together.