So a bit of background about me...
I'm Amanda, and I'm twenty-seven, blonde, and Swedish. I've been living in England for the last eight years with my English husband while my parents and siblings live in Sweden. I've got a younger sister called Vilma (twenty-five) and a brother called Gotte (twenty-three). I go and visit them when I can, and they come over here to visit every couple of months.
CHAPTER 1
Lately, Vilma hasn't been to visit as much as she used to. As she's just finished university, I appreciate that she'll be a bit strapped for cash to start with, so she may not be able to afford flights quite as regularly. I was a bit confused, however, about a question our mum asked me on her most recent visit.
"So, what nice things did you get up to when Vilma came over last week?"
"What do you mean? Vilma hasn't visited me in ages!" I replied.
"Nonsense, I dropped her off at the airport myself!" said mum, looking just as confused as I was.
I then understood that Vilma must have been traveling somewhere she didn't want mum to know about. We were good sisters and had covered for each other plenty of times in the past when one of us was in trouble, so I cottoned on quickly.
"Oh yes, of course, Vilma. For some reason, I thought you said Gotte. Silly me!" I lied. "Yeah, we went to the park and the beach, and there's this lovely new cafe near the park..." I embellished.
Soon as mum left, I got on the phone with Vilma to find out the latest gossip from my sister. I needed to know why I was covering for her 'straight from the horse's mouth', as the weird English expression goes. I called her and brought it up, and she got very awkward, indeed.
"Right, Vilma, why did I just have to lie to mum about you 'visiting' me last week?" I asked.
"Ok, look, Amanda, you really can't say... promise?"
"Of course, as always!" I replied.
"Well..." and she went on to tell me her reasons.
It turned out that Vilma had hooked up with someone on Tinder a few months previously, someone English who visited Sweden regularly for work. They had started hooking up each time that person visited, and recently Vilma had traveled over to England herself, so they could enjoy themselves here as well. However, the reason she hadn't told anyone, especially our mum about this, is that Vilma had been hooking up with a girl called Lily. She knew our parents were quite religious and that they wouldn't approve of their daughter being lesbian, so that's why she lied and said she was visiting us instead of Lily.
"Vilma, you know I couldn't care less whether you like girls or boys, you can always tell me!" I told her. "Just next time you're going to involve me in a lie, make sure you tell me first!"
CHAPTER 2
A few weeks later, Vilma called me to say she would be visiting Lily for a week and asked whether she could come to spend a few days with us afterward.
"I've found myself a job back home, but it doesn't start for a couple of weeks, so I'm going to stay with Lily in England for the next week, and thought I could come to visit you afterward before going home?" she explained.
"Congratulations on the new job!" I said. "And yes, of course, come visit us!"
"I know it's your birthday next week, and I'm sorry I won't be around for that, but maybe we could go out and celebrate it when I get there?" Vilma suggested.
I was delighted, as I'd not seen her in ages, and told her she was more than welcome. She and my husband really get on too, so he was fine with it. Just having her visit would be a lovely belated birthday gift!
When Vilma finally came to visit we had a lovely sisterly catch-up. We spoke about her new job, and she also told me more about how she had met Lily, and what they had been up to this last week. I'd not seen her so happy in a long time. She told me about and how much she was enjoying her relationship with Lily, and I was so happy to see this new buzz in her!
I had received a coupon for a local spa treatment for my birthday from a friend, but on the second day of Vilma's visit, I decided to give it to her to enjoy. I thought she would enjoy it, and she had always had back problems (partially due to her large breasts weighing her down), so she would benefit from a professional massage far more than I would.
"Are you sure?" she replied excitedly. "Thank you so much, I've always wanted a professional massage!"
"Honestly, 100%. I'm so happy to be able to treat my little sister on the rare occasion she does actually come to visit!" I teased. "Plus, I've got a ton of house chores to do, particularly the laundry, as my husband seems to forget where the washing machine is..."
On her way to the spa, Vilma sent me a message asking me if I could please add some of her clothes to the laundry wash as she hadn't washed anything the whole week she was at Lily's. So I went into the guest bedroom and opened up her suitcase, searching through her clothes to see what really needed a wash, checking the different compartments for anything tucked away...
And there...
...at the bottom of the case...
...in a silk bag...
...were two...
...huge...
Dildos!
CHAPTER 3
I was shocked! So Vilma, my seemingly innocent younger sister, had brought two big dildos over to enjoy with her new girlfriend Lily! I supposed that was fair enough, especially as neither of them had a real cock for the other to enjoy... but still, these were surprisingly large! I'm not a prude, and do have a small vibrator myself, and my husband and I have a great sex life. Has a nice-sized cock, but these toys were next-level big. Thicker and longer than my husband's cock!
I just stood there at the side of my sister's bed... one of her dildos in each hand. I examined each one carefully.
The first one was purple and looked like a regular rabbit vibrator - albeit large and very graphic - with realistic penis bell-end and veins! It also seemed to have some sort of WiFi or Bluetooth receiver thing on it. It looked like it could be controlled remotely! Could Lily control this via the internet from England to give Vilma some orgasms in Sweden? God, was I really thinking about my sister having an orgasm?!