Jessica shivered as she felt her sister’s tongue slither into her mouth again.  The tangy sweetness of her own sex juices filled her senses and made her slightly dizzy.  Then Ashley quickly pulled away, and as she swung the covers over the naked, trembling teen, she bent and whispered, “Sneak into my bed tonight, and I'll show you what that dildo is really used for”.  And with that, Ashley was gone.<br/><br/>For several minutes Jessica lay curled into a foetal position beneath the covers.  Her breath still coming in short gasps, she cautiously ran a hand across her naked body – her nipples were still hard and sensitive, her lower lips still puffy and swollen, slick with her own gooey wetness.  Jessica sighed and bit her lip – she felt pangs of guilt run through her about what had just happened – it was wrong – but it had felt so good, so right.<br/><br/>Hopping out of bed and gathering her discarded clothes from the floor, she listened carefully for any signs of life on the outside landing, and confident that the coast was clear, she quickly slipped out of Ashley’s bedroom and back to her own.<br/><br/>“I’d better get ready for supper”, Jessica thought to herself, glancing at the bedside clock, and with that she stripped off her only remaining garments – her white knee socks – and clambered into the shower.  Standing beneath the cascading warm water of the power shower, Jessica’s thoughts went back to her sister’s parting words.<br/><br/>“Sneak into my bed tonight….”<br/><br/>“I’ll show you what that dildo is really for..”<br/><br/>Jessica sighed again, as she rubbed a wet soapy hand over her small breast, feeling that the nipple had already responded to her deepest thoughts, and had risen to a hardened peak.<br/><br/>Another soapy hand smoothed across her mound, playing with the fine tangle of hairs that covered it.  Her thoughts ran back to the soft kisses that had recently explored her, the wet tongue that had invaded her.  Looking across at the razor that she used to shave her legs, she resolved her decision.  She wanted Ashley to want her – to desire her – she so wanted to please her.  And with those thoughts she sprayed some foam onto her mound and slowly and methodically began to shave herself clean.<br/><br/>Drying herself with a towel in front of the long mirror, Jessica could not resist looking at the reflection.  She almost gasped – the soft pink petals of her sex, normally concealed beneath fine curls of hair, were now completely exposed – it looked so “rude”.  “Oh – I hope Ashley likes it”, she whispered to herself.<br/><br/>Rummaging through her drawers she picked out the sexiest pair of panties she could find – a semi-transparent white thong – and then slipped on her shortest denim micro-skirt, the hem barely covering the very tops of her thighs.  Finally, she grabbed a thin cotton tank top and popped it over her head, neglecting the need for a bra.<br/><br/>Another quick glance in the mirror brought a smile.  And with that she skipped down to the kitchen.<br/>