Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

More Babysitting Adventures

By Cheryl Taggert

I entered the adults’ bedroom and turned on the light. Their room was beautiful. Mirrors covered one wall, as well as an area above their bed. I was still naked, and the sight of my nude body in the mirror that covered the opposite wall was intriguing. It was only 10:15, and Ronni had said it would be after midnight before they got home, probably close to one, so I wasn’t afraid of being caught. In fact, as I snooped in their room, I began to almost wish I would get caught. These were two people who LOVED sex.

I went to their bed and looked up into the mirror on the ceiling. The reason for it was more than obvious. Then I slowly opened the drawer of the bedside table on my side. The drawer was filled with erotic fiction books. Most of them dealt with swinging couples, but there was one that was about a family that had sex with each other and their neighbors. As I read a part of this book, my breathing grew a bit ragged as I could feel the telltale moisture building in my pussy once again. I put that book aside, thinking I would come back to it if I had time, and noticed that the bed’s headboard had a sliding door that opened up a small area there for storing things. Well, what was stored in this one really got me going. Ronni had three vibrating dildos in there.

I picked up one and sniffed it. The smell was intoxicating. I thought to myself that this dildo was coated with Ronni’s pussy juice, and the smell was heavenly. Without thinking, I put the dildo in my mouth and sucked and licked the dried juices off.

I moved to the other side of the bed to check out the bedside table there, and what I found nearly made me faint. On top of a stack of DVDs was one I recognized as one of my mom’s. Fuck! Another family that liked to watch my mom fucking men and women! There were six DVDs in the drawer, but only the one on top was of my mom. I began to wonder if Ronni had left this one on top for a reason.

Then I noticed that the one below my mom’s DVD was a DVD-R, not a commercial DVD. Wondering what might be on it, I started to take it to the den to watch some of it when I noticed there was a DVD player and TV in the bedroom. Of course. They probably wouldn’t watch these in the den with the chance that Emily might come in.

I turned on the DVD player and TV and inserted the DVD. After a few flashes, I was suddenly watching Ronni. She was on the bed, with a dildo in her pussy. She was masturbating herself and talking to whoever was operating the camera, probably her husband.

“You want me to do this?” Ronni asked the camera.

The camera moved in a nodding motion.

Then Ronni moved to a doggy-style position, inserting the dildo further into her vagina. She moved her front half to the bed, resting her head and shoulders there, and her other hand sought her clit, which she rubbed, first slowly, then faster. Soon she was grunting.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good,” said a feminine voice. It was the person with the camera. I could tell because of how close the voice sounded, not to mention that Ronni was busy moaning. The camera began to wiggle and the woman with the camera began panting. The wiggle was rhythmic, and I realized she was masturbating as she filmed Ronni doing the same.

Ronni moved onto her back again. Looking at the camera, she asked, “Tell me about your fantasy again.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I want to come hearing it again. It shouldn’t but it makes me so hot to fantasize about it.”

“Well, it’s just fantasy, you know.”

“Okay, you’ve said it for the record. Now tell me.”

“I fantasize about Emily.”

I swallowed hard. Emily? This woman was telling Ronni about a fantasy involving Emily–a sexual fantasy–and Ronni was getting off on it.

“What do you fantasize about my little girl?” Ronni asked, slowing the movement of the dildo probably to hold off the approaching orgasm.

“I fantasize I catch her with the dog. She’s in bed and naked, just as you said she was when you spied her doing that. And Annie is between her legs. Licking her.”

“Licking her–what?”

“Licking her pussy. Oh, my God. Did you really catch her doing that?”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know I caught her. She was too, well, involved. What would you do, again? You’d watch her, right?”

“Yes. I’d watch her, taking off my own clothes as I did and start playing with myself.”

“Then what? Tell me again.”

“I’d open the door and walk in. At first she’d be too–involved–to see me. Then, she would and she’d get scared at first–until she saw I was naked and playing with my own pussy.”

“Then what?”

“Then I would move the dog away and start licking her myself. I would lick that baby pussy and make it feel oh….so….good–”

“Tell me about her…what would she do?”

“She would love it. Then she’d say, ‘I wish my mommy would do that’ and then I would have her coming. She would have an orgasm.”

“Oh, yes!” said Ronni, and she began to come. The camera got wobbly, and I could hear the woman with the camera coming too. Then there was another flash and a new scene started, this one of Ronni and a woman. The camera was fixed and not moving, so I assumed this must be the woman who had been making the movie of Ronni. The room looked the same, including the clothing strewn about the floor, which I had seen in the previous part of the movie.

Then, looking, I saw that something seemed rather strange. It appeared that Ronni was having sex with–Ronni. This woman looked exactly like Ronni, and it hit me like a truck. Ronni had an identical twin.

And they were lovers.

And her twin sister fantasized about having sex with Emily.

And, apparently, so did Ronni, given her desire to hear the fantasy “again” in the previous part of the movie. The sisters moved naturally into a sixty-nine. The camera, either on a tripod or some surface where it was aimed at the bed, did not allow for much in the way of actually seeing what they were doing, but of course, I knew exactly what was happening between their legs.

I was still holding the DVD of my mom’s movie and, looking at it, another thought struck me. The movie was about two sisters who had sex with various people but were never quite satisfied. I had seen the movie before, of course. In the movie, the sisters would get together and talk about their sexual conquests, but they would always talked about being disappointed with their lover. This finally led to the two sisters having sex with each other. The movie was called “Love Me Like a Sister.”

I looked back at the DVD that was playing of Ronni and her identical twin. No wonder she likes this DVD of my mom, I thought.

Then something else occurred to me. Ronni had caught Emily in bed with Annie licking her pussy. As I watched Ronni and Randi (her sister’s name, I discovered, through dialogue), I lay back and placed the dildo I’d cleaned with my mouth against my clit and turned it on. Soon, I was coming again, for the third time that night. After last night, I was getting sore, and after that final one, I put everything back as I’d found them- -with one exception.

I placed my mom’s DVD under the DVD of Ronni and her sister, instead of on top of it. I figured that Ronni had made it obvious she wanted me to find this, and I decided to make it obvious that I had–and had watched her and her sister having sex. I also did not clean the dildo I had used. I also made sure it was in a different area of the headboard’s storage area so she would know I had used it. I pictured her sniffing it and smiling to herself as she licked it clean.

I snuck back into Emily’s room. She was asleep, as well as Annie. I went to her bathroom attached to her bedroom and saw her panties on the floor. She’d been wearing them when I put her to bed. Sneaking up to the bed, I pulled the covers down a bit. Her pajamas were on. I reached down and stroked her butt. Her panties were now gone.

I looked over to Annie and smiled. Apparently, she had gotten at least one more meal of pussy before ending the night. Perhaps this was an almost nightly thing.

I left her room, went to the den, and put my clothes back on.

I dozed off on the loveseat and awoke when Ronni gently shook me. She was looking at me and smiling. Then she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Not a lover’s kiss, just a peck, but it was enough. I had forgotten to wash my mouth after all that sex, and she knew the smell of pussy.

“You’ve been a busy girl,” she said.

“When did you get here?” I asked, doing my best to wake up fully.

“Long enough to see you did more than snoop in my bedroom. Like the movie?”

Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure she had wanted me to find what I did. Her expression did not give her thoughts away.

“Are you mad?” I asked, needing to be sure before saying anything else.

“I guess that would depend.”

“On what?”

“On what you thought of the movie. You did watch it, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Wait. Which movie do you mean?”

Her right eyebrow rose. “Why, the one you left on top.”

I nodded. “I’d seen the one with my mom.”

“Well, you are a bad little girl, aren’t you? You snoop in your mom’s stuff too?”

I was finally awake enough to know what I was saying. It had probably been a mistake to say I’d seen my mom’s movie. Ronni didn’t know about our sexual relationship, though something told me she wouldn’t mind. Would love it, in fact. But I couldn’t let that particular cat out of the bag.

“Sometimes,” I said and smiled sheepishly, hoping she would smile too. She did.

“So, you haven’t answered my question. Did you like it?”

I hesitated, then realized she already knew the answer. “Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“You used one of my toys, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“Was it good?”

I nodded again. I became aware that she was unsnapping my shorts and lowering the zipper. Before I knew it, her hand was inside my panties, feeling me.

“Where’s your husband?” I asked, wondering if he might catch her doing this to me.

“Passed out in the bed.”

“Oh.”

“You’re still wet.”

I nodded.

“Did it shock you that I have sex with my twin sister?”

“A little at first, but mostly because I didn’t know you had a twin.”

“You won’t tell anyone about my little homemade movie, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“And you won’t tell anyone I started playing with your pussy, will you?”

I shook my head, staring into her emerald eyes, wondering what she’d do if I reached for her pussy as well.

Then she was tugging my shorts and panties down. When she had them off, she pulled my hips closer to the edge of the loveseat. She looked at me, licked her lips, and moved her mouth to me, licking me first, then covering my pussy with her mouth. She moaned.

“I’ve wanted you for nearly a year,” she said when she came up for air. “Does that bother you?”

“No, I’ve wanted you too.”

“Wow… being the daughter of a porn actress must make you more sexually mature than other girls your age.”

“Maybe. I know other girls my age who like sex.”

“Maybe one day you’ll introduce me.” She smiled and returned to my pussy.

After I came, she moved back up onto the loveseat. I think she was surprised when I moved to get my hand under her dress. I felt along her leg and up to her panties. Then I moved them aside and began to finger her, first with one finger, then with two. I put my pinkie on her butthole and pressed, entering her there as well. Her breathing became rapid. She was panting in seconds. I pushed the dress up so I could see what I was doing, then dropped down to eat her pussy. I kept my fingers where they were, pistoning them in and out of her sopping vagina and tight butthole. Before I knew it, she was coming on my face. I crooked my finger up and massaged her g-spot, and she nearly came off the loveseat.

We lay there until she spoke.

“Get dressed and I’ll take you home. However, I want you to be sure to return–often.”

“Okay.”

“I have one other question, and I really don’t care what the answer is, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, wondering what she might ask.

“Did you have any kind of sex with Emily?”

Well, she’d said she didn’t mind which answer I gave, so I told the truth. “Yes.”

“What?”

“Well, first we let the dog lick us.”

“Did she come like that?”

“Yes.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you do anything else?”

“You won’t be mad?”

She smiled that same smile I had fallen in love with. “No, I won’t be mad.”

“Yes, we did.” She waited this time without saying anything for me to go on. “We ate each other.”

Her eyes got wide at that. “Had she ever done that before?”

I could see what she was thinking–that Randi had seduced her niece as she had fantasized about doing. “No, I was her first.”

She looked at me, smiling seductively this time. “I bet that you won’t be her last, though. Do you think she’d have a problem with my sister or me doing the same things with her?”

“No. I think she’d like it.”

“How do you know?”

I couldn’t very well tell her that I did stuff with my mom and recognized the same libido in Emily, so I made something up. “She just likes that stuff, no matter who’s doing it to her. She already loves you two, so there shouldn’t be any problem with it.”

“Would you help us?”

“Help you what?”

“Seduce Emily.”

I thought about that and decided it sounded like fun. I knew Emily would like it. And I knew the rest of us would too.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now get dressed and let me take you home. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon–or rather, this afternoon? I want to discuss it with you. Randi will be her around two.”

“Okay. I have to ask my mom, but I don’t see why not.”

“Good. Now, get dressed before I eat you up again.”

As I lay in bed that night, I thought about what had happened and what I had expected to happen. Life is funny that way. We think something will go one way, and it goes in quite another direction. A wonderful direction, in this case.

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