"Your face is wet, Arlene," she said in a soft voice.

"It should be," Arlene replied, slightly nervous now. "Look where I've had it."

"Where you said you've wanted it since we were little girls," Peggy said.

She ran her hand through Arlene's lovely blonde hair, then moved her fingertips over the woman's lips. She slipped the tip of her finger into her sister's mouth. Arlene, with her eyes flexed on Peggy, parted her lips and sucked gently on the finger, her tongue twisting slowly on it. She slipped her mouth onto Peggy's finger, taking it deeply, her eyes still staring into those of Peggy's.

"Arlene, I loved it," Peggy whispered, removing her finger. "It's been a long time for me, too. You must have known."

"I thought so, or suspected it, Peggy," Arlene murmured, sitting up on the couch.

"There were little signs, hints, that you were this way. I just never paid enough attention, I guess."

Peggy sat beside her sister, an arm over her shoulders. She tilted her sister's chin, and tenderly kissed the pussy-wet lips.

"It was me that didn't notice, Arlene," Peggy said softly. "I had no idea you were… were…"

"I'm not a lesbian!" Arlene said quickly.

"No. I didn't think you were," Peggy said just as quickly.

"Then why have I wanted to do this to you all these years?"

"I don't know," Peggy said, hugging her sister. "I know you aren't a lesbian, but I'd bet you're a hot little thing, and need sex as much as I do. We're both in the same situation, almost."

Arlene put her head on Peggy's shoulder, her palm resting on her thigh. "I'm so miserable, Peggy."