Zoey and Justine, 2

Taking both of her hands, I disentangle our bodies, let go and turn to face her. It looks as if she’s hurt, but I have no intention of denying what she so obviously intended.1

“Zoe-” she starts and is cut off by my mouth covering hers. Surprised though she is, Justine’s a quick thinker, and her previously limp hands find their way to my face. The kiss intensifies and our tongues entwine as my hands, recently on her hips, start to slowly move their way upward under her gorgeous black button up shirt. Well, nice looking shirt, (I bought it for her). 2

I moan slightly into her mouth, thinking of what we are going to do to each other. We both come up for air and our shallow breathing slows down a fraction. 3

I realise with some certainty that our entangled bodies have made there way out of our stamp size bathroom and into our much more comfortable living room. It’s a cosy apartment. Much more of a home to both of us then anywhere else has ever been.4

Tacking some time to observe my partner, a delicately grasp hold of her hand and lead her to our couch. Justine and I are far more often thought of as distant relatives or close friends rather than lovers. Its not that we mind, we’re quite comfortable when left to our own devices. The simple fact is that we are very much alike.5

Same taste, same look, gosh, same temper and competitive nature. Some our differences are that I have the darkest brown eyes that many have seen, where heres are of an oceanic colour. Oh, and one thing that Justine wont ever let me forget is that she stands a mere 7 centimetres taller than me. Argh.6

I push Justine back onto our long comfortable lounge, watching her lovely aqua eyes light up with interest. Before I join her, I kneel between her legs and unbutton her jeans, giving a slight yank to signal what I want. She obliges by shifting her weight and allowing me to relieve her of her denims.7

Shucking my jeans I take both Justine’s outstretched hands and let her guide me on to the couch. I straddle her as she leans into the lounge and our heated bodies feel like they were made to fit each other’s mould. Impatient, as always, Justine pulls my shirt over my head, revealing my matching black lace bra, but I make her wait.8

Slowly, I take time to unbutton her shirt, and as each button goes my mouth follows in a trail of kisses down her now exposed skin. My hands find something unfamiliar. Something strange. I gasp, then let out a slow sigh, tacking in the sight before me.9

“About that,” comes the reply to my surprise. “It was going to be a present for later, but you are so very eager at times Zoe-” Justine stops to observe my behaviour. There’s that twinkle in my eye and she just knows I’m thinking bad thoughts.10

“Babe, you look sooo, sexy in black lace,” I murmur into her ear after leaning in and retrieving her shirt. Then I pounce, when she is most relaxed. 11

Taking both of her hands in my own again, I loop my fingers through hers. With some exertion I then spin Justine to the left a bit and push her down on the couch. Grinning as she struggles, I hold both of Justine’s hands above her head and push them into the lounge.12

She moans as I kiss away all resignations. Tongues again entwined in fiery passion. I know what she wants, but I wont give it to her, not yet. The kiss starts to transform form hot and heavy to sensual and loving, and as I pull away to see Justine’s face I realise something.13

Still straddling her, I lean in as close as I can and place a soft delicate kiss on those beautiful lips. 14

“Jus, I love you with all my heart,” I put my forehead against hers, “And I hope that you know it.” As she turns her head I can see a tear fall from the corner of her eye. That was the first time I ever said I love you to anyone other than family.15

She begins to speak as I kiss trails up and down her neck and startles me by swearing. My eyes quickly follow hers an-16

“Hey sis, I thought it my younger sisterly duty to see if you were still alive locked up in this heap of junk!” My kid sister pauses after hollering this out, tacking her eyes away from my mail, (nosy brat), and seeing us.17

“Oh well fuck me…” 18