Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Not long after I got home from school on Friday that week, the phone rang. It was my mother calling from her office to tell me that she was taking Katrina to dinner, so I could order a pizza later for me and my sisters to have for supper.

Katrina was going to meet my mom at our house at 6:30, and then they’d go out. I didn’t ask if I would be allowed to be with them later that night when they made love, which I was sure they would do, but I was definitely thinking about it, and just the possibility of seeing them both naked and having sex got me excited.

The other thing I thought about right away, of course, is that this would give me another opportunity to spend private time with Kate, after Molly went to bed. That was also very exciting.

Mommy got home at about 5:30 and started getting ready. First, though, she spent a few minutes with each of us, asking about our day, checking to see if we had any homework to do that weekend, and stuff like that. Then she went to her bedroom and when she came walking down the stairs a half hour later, my jaw dropped.

She was wearing a new dress I hadn’t seen before. It was purple and short and sleeveless, with a kind of a flower thing on the shoulder. With her long legs and a sexy pair of black heels, it made her look unbelievably hot, like a movie star or something.

“Wow!” called Kate from the sofa, where she was watching TV. “Mom, what a babe you are!”

“Mommy, you look so pretty!” Molly went running over from where I’d been working with her on a coloring book. When our mother reached the bottom of the stairs, Molly flung her arms around her.

“Oh, you girls are so nice to say that. It makes an old lady like me feel good to know that you think I’m pretty.”

“Pretty hot is more like it,” Kate told her.

It was funny that Kate would say stuff openly like that. She was never afraid, like I was so often, of what someone might think. She just said what was on her mind. That was another of the many things I liked about her.

As we were all complimenting my mother on her appearance, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and let Katrina in. Now it was her turn to be the subject of our admiration.

Her dress, which was kind of a shiny bronze color, was not nearly as short as my mom’s — it came to just above her knees — but it was silky and sexy and very low cut in the front, letting us see quite a lot of her beautiful breasts.

“Whoa,” raved Kate, “you guys are going to set the city on fire tonight!”

Molly ran over and gave Katrina a big hug, just the way she’d hugged my mom.

“You look just lovely, Katrina,” said my mother to the blonde. “What a beautiful girl you are.”

“Thank you. But no one could look beautiful next to you in that stunner of a dress. Turn around for me.”

My mother did a little pirouette, and as she spun, her dress flared out, giving us a quick flash of her splendid bottom. She was wearing a black thong.

“Uh-oh!” my mom laughed. “I guess I’ll have to be careful if we go dancing tonight.”

“Yeah, or if the wind starts blowing more than about two miles an hour,” joked Kate.

When they left, I walked out with them to my mother’s car (she drove a Mercedes, while Katrina had a Toyota, so that was an easy choice), to see if there was anything else my mom might want to tell me. But there wasn’t.

However, I did get a little squeeze from Katrina.

Knowing that she was coming over, I’d put on a very short dress myself. It was actually an old dress that I’d had for like three years. But that meant it now came to just barely below my bottom when I stood up.

When I’d opened the door for Katrina earlier, I’d seen her look down at my bare legs and lift her eyebrows, apparently appreciating what she saw. And now, as I walked between them toward the car, she reached her hand behind me under my dress and fondled my rear end. That gave me a nice thrill. Luckily, I don’t think my mom noticed, because she might not have liked it.

* * *

My sisters and I had already eaten our pizza before Katrina got there, so after they left, we could do whatever we wanted until bedtime. Molly and I did some more coloring together, then I played Barbies in her room with her, got her a few cookies as a treat, and finally read her a story before she went to bed at 9:00.

Kate watched TV for a while, then turned it off and was on the sofa looking at a magazine when I came downstairs after tucking Molly in.

“Hey,” I said, sitting down next to her. Barefoot, I tucked my legs in under me and faced toward her.

“Hey,” she answered, putting down her magazine and smiling at me.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure whether I should follow through on the impulse I was feeling, but then I did it. I leaned close to her and kissed her softly on the lips. It was just a short kiss, but certainly not the standard sort of a kiss between two sisters.

She smiled again when I pulled away from her and giggled a little. That made me giggle too.

“Do you want to go get in bed?” I asked her. “And talk about stuff like we did before?”

“Yeah, I do!” she nodded and grinned, her cute face aglow with eagerness. And we went upstairs.

As soon as we got to Kate’s room, I said, “Before we get in bed, would you do something for me?”

“Sure, what?”

“Um, you know that bathing suit you have, the one that’s yellow, and…”

“You mean my itty-bitty bikini?”

“Yeah.” It was the first bikini my mother had let Kate wear. She looked amazing in it. “Well, um, do you mind putting it on for me? I just want to see you in it.”

She looked puzzled for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders and said, “Okay.”

I sat on the bed and watched as she retrieved the bikini from her bottom drawer, then pulled her t-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I felt an illicit thrill as I saw my little sister’s breasts again. They were so beautiful, just tiny mounds high on her chest, with small dark nipples, standing erect.

Kate turned to me and held out the top of the bikini. “Can you tie it for me?”

I got up from the bed. The suit was nothing more than a few triangles of cloth and strings. She positioned the top over her breasts and I tied it in the back for her and around her neck.

Then she pulled down her shorts and panties and stepped out of them. I was standing behind her, so I couldn’t get a good look at her pussy this time. But I stepped back a little to enjoy the view of her perfect little bottom.

As she tied the strings on the sides, she asked, “How come you want to see me in this?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. The truth, of course, was that it was just an excuse to see her naked, to ogle her body. I said, “Um, I don’t know. I just like that bikini, and your, I mean, the way you look in it. You look great in it.”

“Thanks,” she beamed at me. She put her hands on her hips and struck a sexy pose, something like a swimsuit model in a catalog.

“Nice,” I giggled.

Kate turned and admired herself in the mirror. “Yeah, I like this a lot. It makes me look almost grownup.”

“It does,” I agreed.

Then she turned toward me. “Do you want to try it on?”

“No, not tonight. Let’s just get in bed.”

“Okay, um, with jammies? Or…”

I shook my head. “Uh-uh. Naked, like last time, all right?”

“Sure,” she grinned at me as she started untying her bikini.

I pulled the little dress I was wearing over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra either, so all I had to do was slip out of my panties and I was nude. I slid into Kate’s bed and waited while she put the suit back in her drawer. Then she climbed in beside me.

Just as she was beginning to snuggle down under the covers, she stopped and said, “Do you want me to turn the light off?”

“Yeah, I guess maybe the overhead light. But turn on the little lamp, okay?”

“Right.”

My sister leaned over and switched on the small lamp on her bedside table, then bounced out of bed and dashed over to the wall switch by the door where she turned off the other light.

It was a joy to watch her lithe body moving naked across the room. I was feeling insanely happy at that moment and I couldn’t help but start to laugh. Kate caught the bug too.

By the time she got back in bed and we scrunched under the covers together, facing each other, we were both giggling madly, caught up in a nervous, excited, almost ecstatic fit of laughter.

When we calmed down a little, Kate asked, “So, are you still a lesbian?” And that set us off on another giggle fit.

“Of course I am, stupid,” I finally managed to say. “What about you?”

“I think so…” Then she grabbed my shoulder with her hand and put her forehead against mine, laughing again. “No, I mean I am. I know I am!”

“What makes you say you are for sure?” I asked, when we’d settled down enough.

“You know, just, the way I think. The people, I mean, the girls I like to look at. The ones that get me excited. You know.”

“Yeah, I know.” I looked at her lips. I wanted to kiss her.

“Julie, I’m so glad I can talk to you about all this.” She snuggled in closer to me. “There’s no one else in the whole world I would ever talk to about it.”

“What about Mommy? You could tell her.”

“I know I could. But, I mean, you told me about it first. So now I feel sort of safe with you.”

“Well, Mommy doesn’t have to tell you. Just look at her. Today she was kissing a hot sexy woman right in front of you.”

“I know,” Kate said. “That was awesome.”

“Do you like Katrina?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I guess… but there’s something… maybe it’s like I think Mommy deserves someone better than her, you know?”

“Yeah, she does,” I agreed. “Mommy deserves someone really special.” I was thinking that the someone really special she deserves is me, although of course I didn’t say that.

My sister sighed then, and rested her head on my shoulder. Except, since we were on our sides facing each other, my shoulder was really more like my chest. She was holding me, and looking straight down at my little boobs.

I put my hand on her back, rubbing her gently. Her skin was soft and warm.

We stayed that way for a minute or two.

I felt myself gradually becoming more and more excited. I was so used to fantasizing about situations like this that in my mind I immediately began picturing Kate moving down so she could kiss my tits and suck on my nipples. That thought made my nipples hard and my pussy wet. I wondered if Kate could tell how aroused I was.

After another minute, she raised her head to look at me. “Was there, like, anything special you wanted to talk about tonight?”

“Kind of. But, um…”

I was so excited by our level of intimacy, both physical and emotional, that I couldn’t stop myself from taking it to the next level. I whispered, “First, can I kiss you again?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, how I did before, on the sofa. Like that again.”

Her eyes were wide. “Do you really want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

She pressed in even closer to me, until our lips were almost touching.

“Why do you want to kiss me?” she asked in a nearly inaudible whisper.

I licked my lips as I stared at hers. “Because I… I think you’re, you’re sexy… and I like sexy girls.”

That seemed to be what she wanted to hear. My sister melted into me, her mouth coming to mine, her lean warm body pressing against me. We kissed, but with our lips closed. I held her tightly, wanting never to let go.

When we finished, I asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl like that before?”

“Uh-uh. I’ve never kissed anybody like that before,” she giggled.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, a lot. You kiss nice.”

“So do you.”

I couldn’t believe I was here with her like this, holding my little sister’s naked body and kissing her! I wanted to do much more with her then, but I was too afraid to go any further.

I said, “Mommy likes kissing girls too. You know she’s having sex with Katrina, right?”

“Well, yeah, duh.”

“And did you know that she also kissed Melissa? That girl from Victoria’s Secret?”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. I saw them one night. It was right here, in our house. I was, um, I was asleep but I got up to go the bathroom and I saw them. They were in the family room, on the sofa, and they were kissing.”

“Oh, man, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Were they — did they do anything else?”

“Well, I… I watched them for a while,” which was true, “and then I went back to bed,” which was also true, although I’d left out quite a lot in between.

“That’s hot. I wish I could have seen it. You should have come in and got me up.”

“Okay, well, maybe if it happens again.”

“Did you like watching them?”

“Um, I, yeah, I did.”

“Did it make you want to kiss a girl too?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Kate smiled at me, a smile full of sexual possibilities. She put her mouth right next to mine and breathed, “Can we kiss some more now?”

We kissed again, but this time I opened my mouth slightly and touched her lips with my tongue. She pulled back suddenly.

“What was that?” she asked.

“That was my tongue,” I giggled. “Didn’t you know that’s how grownups kiss? You’ve seen them doing that in movies and on TV and stuff lots of times.”

“Yeah, but I never did it, and it seems weird.”

“I know, it does seem weird at first,” I told her, “but if you do it some more, you’ll really like it.”

“How do you know? Who else have you kissed like that? Do you have a girlfriend at school or something?”

“No,” I grinned at her, “I don’t have a girlfriend. But, um…”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell Kate that our mother had shown me how to kiss that way or tell her that I’d already kissed five or six other women and girls like that. I really wanted to tell her, but I knew I should wait and talk with Mommy about it first.

“It’s just, um,” I stammered. “You know, I’ve seen, uh, I was looking online and I found a YouTube video of girls kissing each other like that, and it looked really nice. And I thought that’s how I want to kiss somebody too.”

I hated to lie to her. This would have to change. I needed to talk with my mother about it as soon as I could.

Then I added, “And, also, you know, I saw Mommy and Melissa downstairs that night, and that’s how they were kissing, with their tongues and everything.”

“God, I wish I could have seen that.”

“It was hot.”

“I know,” said Kate. “Melissa is really cute, and Mommy is… um, Julie, do you think Mommy is pretty?”

“Of course. I think she’s the prettiest and sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Really? You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

My sister flopped onto her back, a big smile crossing her face as she looked up at the ceiling. “Oh man!” she exclaimed.

“What?”

“I’m so glad you said that. I thought I must be the only girl in the whole world who thinks her own mom is sexy.”

“I’ve always thought that,” I grinned. “But even more since — well, like, recently. She’s just so pretty and her body is totally great and all that. Except it’s not just how she looks, though, it’s also how she acts.”

“Yes!” Kate agreed. “I mean, there are a lot of other beautiful ladies, but she just has this, I don’t know, this attitude.”

“Uh-huh, and you know what else? It’s also because she’s so nice. I mean, she’s someone you like even more than if she was just good-looking. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah. Like someone you would want to love, to be in love with.”

Now I flopped onto my back too and stared at the ceiling. “Oh, god, Kate, I know! Sometimes I think I am in love with her. And then I think that’s crazy, she’s my own mom. But I can’t help how I feel. She’s just so nice and so gorgeous and so sexy.”

I turned onto my side, facing her. “Do you think that’s nuts?”

“No,” she turned to me, putting her forehead on mine. She seemed to like doing that. “No, it’s not nuts. Or if it is, we both are. I don’t see how anyone could not be in love with her.”

“Yeah,” I giggled. Then I said, “Do you think Katrina is in love with Mommy?”

Kate frowned, then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. She’s kind of, um, she’s too much all about herself or something.”

“Do you think?”

She nodded.

“Good,” I said. “Because I want to keep Mommy just for us.”

Kate scrunched in closer to me. “We’re so bad, we’re evil,” she giggled. “We both want to love our own mother in a way like we were, you know, married to her or something. It’s, um, what’s that word? Incept?”

“You mean incest?”

“Yeah. What does that mean?”

“It’s when you have sex with someone in your own family. Your dad or your mom, or your brother or your sister.”

“With your dad? Or your brother? Yuck!”

“I know,” I giggled. Then I put my mouth right next to her ear and whispered, “But with Mommy, it’s okay, right?”

Kate squealed and grabbed me, laughing insanely. When she finally calmed down, she said, “I can’t believe you let me talk with you about all this stuff, Julie. You’re like the most awesome sister ever.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you are!!” She howled, almost delirious.

I started tickling her and she tickled me and we giggled and shrieked like a pair of silly adolescent girls.

When we finally settled down again, she asked, “But, um, you said incest was having sex, right? What about just loving, or, I mean, you know, being in love with your, like, your mother? Is that incest too?”

“I don’t know. But if you’re in love with someone, doesn’t that mean you want to make love with them?”

She put her head down to my chest and whispered, “Yeah.”

We stayed that way for a while, holding each other. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of being naked in bed with my wonderful, sweet, smart, sexy little sister. When I looked at the clock again, it was almost 10:00.

“Kate?”

“Yeah?”

“You have to have lights out soon.”

“Okay.”

“But do you want to kiss a little more before that?”

She raised her head and looked into my eyes. “Yeah, I do.”

So, we kissed for another ten minutes or so, and this time she let me put my tongue in her mouth. At first she was tentative about it, but it didn’t take long for her to respond the same way, and soon we were kissing passionately and wetly with full open mouths.

I hated to have to end our make-out session that evening and leave my sister’s bed. I wanted to keep kissing her all night long, and do a lot more too. But I knew I shouldn’t do anything else until I talked with my mom about everything first.

Kate didn’t want to let me go. “Aw, can’t you stay a little longer? Just another few minutes?”

“No, I can’t.” I nuzzled her nose and then climbed out of bed. “If Mommy comes home and you’re still up, I might get in trouble. You know how she is about rules.”

“I know. But just kiss me once more.”

I was standing next to the bed, naked. My adorable sister was holding my hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Please?” she begged.

“Okay, but this is the last one.” I leaned down and we shared one more long wet kiss.

It was insanely hard for me to keep from doing more. I wanted so badly to touch her all over, to play with her little nipples, kissing them and sucking on them, then slide my hand down between her legs — and just as I was on the verge of being completely unable to stop myself, I pulled away from her and went to her bedroom door.

I was breathing hard and my nipples were painfully stiff. I hadn’t actually touched myself, but I knew my pussy was dripping wet. Somehow I managed to say, “Turn out the light and go to sleep now, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll try to anyway.”

“That’s good,” I smiled, then blew her a kiss. “Night.”

“Night.”

Once I was in my room, I got in bed and immediately began to masturbate. I closed my eyes and thought about kissing Kate, pretending she was there with me and imagining myself doing all the things I wanted to do with her. Then I fantasized that she and I were in our mother’s bed, and our mommy was touching us and kissing us, and we were all three making love together.

I made myself come again and again… and just as I was recovering from one of my many wonderful orgasms that night, I heard the garage door opening.

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