Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

At school the next day, I was still feeling bold and self-confident.

When lunchtime came, I made an excuse to Amy, telling her I had to get something from my locker, and she went in ahead of me. Then I hung outside the cafeteria door, waiting for the eighth-graders. Classes were released ten minutes apart for lunch in order of age, from youngest to oldest.

After a few minutes, I saw Madison approaching. She was walking with a couple of other girls, but they were doing most of the talking. She was just looking around. When she saw me, she smiled.

I pretended to finish tying my shoe and then stood up, entering the cafeteria right behind Madison. Perfect timing!

In line next to her, I didn’t say anything at first while our trays were being filled. But as we neared the end, I stuttered, “Um, M-Madison?”

She turned to me, smiling again.

“Hi, I’m, uh, I’m Julie…”

“Yeah, I know. You’re the one everyone was talking about who had that hickey a few weeks ago. Hi, Julie.”

That stopped me for a moment. Everyone had been talking about me? Of course, our school was pretty small, only about three hundred students, but evidently my blemish had made a bigger impression than I’d realized at the time.

I was sure my face was red, but I pressed on. “So, anyway, I was wondering if maybe I could talk to you sometime, to, um, to ask you about something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, uh, do you want to sit together?”

Wow, I couldn’t believe how brave I was that day! Only a seventh-grade girl asking an eight-grader if I could have lunch with her. It was practically like going on a date!!

“Okay,” she answered brightly. “How about over there?”

We went to a table with only a few other students, younger ones who were almost finished eating. As we sat down, I glanced around for a moment, wondering if I was making any of the other kids jealous because I was the one sitting next to the hottest girl in the school. Then I noticed Amy sitting by herself, looking glum, and I vowed to spend some extra time with her that day after school.

“What did you want to ask?” Madison took a bite of her tuna casserole and looked at me expectantly.

“You—” my voice caught. I was feeling nervous. But I reminded myself that I was someone special, I’d had a hickey given to me by a sexy grownup girl! (Even if no one else knew that part.)

I cleared my throat and began the speech I’d rehearsed, “Um, you’re graduating this year, but I still have another year, and so I was wondering if you’ve decided where you’re planning to go to high school. I mean, I’m not sure yet where I want to go, and I thought maybe you had some ideas on the best schools.”

That sounded pretty good, I thought, only I hoped it didn’t come across like I was stalking her, as if I was intent on following her wherever she went. Even though I was.

“Oh, sure,” she said.

We chatted about various high school options, private and public, charter and magnet. I listened to her, and I really appreciated how she seemed so genuinely interested in learning what my goals were, if I had any career plans yet, and so on. But as we talked, I couldn’t stop myself from constantly looking at her mouth, at her lips. And at her tits too. I tried not to make that too obvious.

When lunch was over, I thanked her for all her help.

“You bet, any time. I’m glad to know you, Julie!”

Madison was so nice and so smart and so pretty and so… so everything, I could hardly stand it. I was proud of myself for being bold enough to approach her that day. And now that I’d broken the ice, I should be able to go up and talk to her any time I felt like it. I hoped I would have the courage to do so.

* * *

Late that afternoon, I was in the family room with Molly helping her finish up her homework. She could do the work herself with no problem, but sometimes she needed a little encouragement to stay with it and get it done instead of being distracted by other things.

Kate was watching TV in the same room. We heard the phone ring. “That’s probably Mom,” Kate said, “for you, but do you want me to get it?”

“No, I’ll get it.” I got up and answered the phone.

My mother normally called from work every Friday at around this time so she could let me know how to plan for dinner. During the week she and I would share the cooking chores, with Kate helping out sometimes too. I couldn’t make anything very complicated yet, but I was pretty good with simple things.

On Fridays, though, my mom would often tell me she was bringing something home from a take-out restaurant. And once a month or so, she took us all to dinner. My sisters and I usually got to choose where we wanted to go, but sometimes she tried exposing us to different kinds of fare at various ethnic restaurants. Some of them I liked and some of them I didn’t.

Anyway, tonight she said she was planning to take Molly out for dinner and a movie and then the next night, Saturday, she was going to get a sitter for Molly and she would take me and Kate to dinner. That all sounded fine to me. No cooking and no dishes!

Before ending the call, my mom asked to speak to Molly. She told her all about the plans — a special night just for her — and of course Molly was very excited.

“Rat-a-tooly!” she shouted when she hung up the phone. “We’re gonna see Rat-a-tooly!”

She meant Ratatouille, but we didn’t bother correcting her pronunciation.

“That’s great, Moll,” I said, “I’m sure it’ll be totally fun. But now listen, let’s get this spelling done. You know how Mommy is, homework finished first before anything else.”

“Okay!” With that motivation, she settled in and easily wrapped it up.

My mother came home around 5:15. After spending a few minutes each with me and Kate, asking how we were doing, if we had any homework to do, and so on, she got Molly ready to go.

Then she told us, “All right, girls, we’re off. We should be back around 9:00 or so.”

“Bye, Mommy. Bye, Molly. Have fun!”

Kate and I were on our own for dinner. We could order a pizza if we wanted to, or eat leftovers, or make sandwiches or whatever. But as soon as we were alone, we had the same desire.

My sister turned to me. We were standing by the front door, where we’d said goodbye to Molly and Mommy. She took my hand. “You want to go get in bed?”

Her eyes were shining. I was excited too, and nodded my agreement. But then, as we started walking toward the stairs, I had a deliciously dirty inspiration.

“Wait,” I stopped her. “I have a better idea.”

I led her to the sofa in the family room. “Let’s do it here.”

“What do you mean?”

I sat down and started taking off my clothes. I was wearing a pullover sweater and a bra — I usually wore a bra for school — along with jeans and undies.

“Right here,” I said. “Come on, let’s both get naked. I want to do it down here.”

“Do what?”

“You know, masturbate. I want to do it here on the couch, where I can watch you.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. Does that sound okay to you?”

“Oh, man, it sounds… oh boy!” She sat on the couch and quickly began undressing.

Soon we had everything off, except our socks. Two young sisters, 12 and 10 years old, facing each other, sitting at either end of the sofa, legs spread apart, touching ourselves.

It was amazing to see her that way. I stared at her body, so smooth and lean. Kate’s breasts were very small but already becoming rounded, while mine were more cone-shaped. Her nipples were like dark little buttons. My gaze ran down to her crotch. From this distance, I could see no hair at all. She looked like a little girl, a sweet innocent child like the ones I often fantasized about.

And there she was, right in front of me, a young girl, naked and touching herself. And not just any girl, but my own sister. My beautiful, sexy 10-year-old sister, letting me watch while she —

Then I came.

We had only been masturbating for about five minutes, and we hadn’t really said anything to each other yet, and I didn’t expect to come so soon. But when I realized that in a way my fantasies were already coming true, it was just too much for me.

I think my early climax surprised Kate too. I heard her saying, “Wow,” as I closed my eyes and squeezed my hands together over my pussy. I could feel warm secretions leaking out between my fingers. I was sure they would drip onto the couch, but that didn’t matter. By now there had been so many orgasms on that sofa, it must have smelled like a lesbian bordello.

Keeping my eyes shut tight and picturing little naked girls all around me, climbing on me, kissing me, I slid my fingers back and forth in my slit a few times, and soon I was coming again, my whole body shuddering in ecstasy.

When I recovered and opened my eyes again, Kate was staring at me.

“God, Julie,” she said, “what made you come so fast?”

I chuckled, lifting a hand to my mouth so I could taste myself. “I don’t know, just thinking about girls and stuff.”

“What kind of girls?” She was rubbing herself as she looked at me.

“Um, sometimes I like to think about… about really young ones. Girls even younger than me, I mean. That gets me excited. Do you ever do that?”

“I guess, sometimes, but mostly I think about older girls, like Monica Simmons. Or about grownup ladies. Um, especially ones with blonde hair and long legs.”

“You mean like Mommy.”

“Uh-huh.” Kate was rubbing her clit more intently, looking down at her fingers as they moved rapidly between her legs. “I really like to think about, you know, about Mommy while I… while I play with myself.”

“Tell me what you think about,” I asked her, as I began stroking my own pussy again.

“I just, I think about how pretty she is, and how she looks so sexy when she dresses up to go out.”

“She’s hot, isn’t she?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you ever think about having Mommy kiss you? The way you saw her kissing Katrina? Or, like, the way I saw her kissing Melissa that night?”

“Sometimes…” she whispered. Her eyes were closed now. She seemed to be concentrating on her fantasy and on the feelings her hands were giving her.

“Would you like it if Mommy was naked with you? Right next to you, holding you close? Would you like it if she was touching you and kissing you? What if she put her hands where your hands are now?”

“Mm — Julie — Unh!”

Kate was climaxing. She stretched her slim legs wide apart, giving me a great view of her hot young pussy as she rubbed her fingers over her clit.

I felt my mouth water as I watched my 10-year-old sister bring herself to a thrilling orgasm. I wasn’t ready to come again, but seeing her that way, out in the open instead of in a darkened bedroom, was extra sexy and exciting. I was glad I had thought of doing it on the sofa.

When she finished, I saw something that really surprised me. She put a finger inside herself. Much deeper than I expected she would, deeper than I ever had. Her middle finger went inside until it almost disappeared. Then she pulled it out, shiny with her juices, and lifted it to her lips, tasting herself.

I was speechless. I had seen lots of grownups, or at least older teenagers, putting their fingers in their pussies like that. But I had never done it myself, and I certainly didn’t think my little sister would. She sure did, though.

When I masturbated back then, as a 12-year-old, I mostly concentrated on stimulating my clitoris. I played with my nipples too, and I liked how it felt to rub my fingertips around the opening to my vagina, but I had never yet tried putting my fingers (or anything else) up inside my pussy. I sort of wanted to, but I was afraid I might do something wrong and it would hurt. Besides, just playing with my clit usually made me come fairly easily and quickly.

So it surprised me when I saw Kate push her finger way up inside. I didn’t say anything to her about it, but I made up my mind I would try it for myself.

That attempt would have to come at another time, though. Because a minute later, after Kate was done licking her finger, she said, “Man, I’m hungry. Do you want to order a pizza?”

“Okay.”

“Or, wait, maybe that would take too long. Why don’t we just have sandwiches?”

“That’s fine.”

I didn’t care what we had. I would have preferred to masturbate some more, but apparently Kate needed to eat. Being so athletic, always off playing one sport or another, gave her a big appetite.

We made our sandwiches and ate them in the family room while watching a video.

Have you ever seen the old movie, Personal Best? It was one of my mom’s favorites and Kate liked it a lot too. Partly, I suppose, because it was about young female athletes. But mostly, I expect, because it showed a couple of hot girls kissing and then having sex. It didn’t show everything, of course, it wasn’t porn. But it was definitely arousing. And it had a pretty good story too.

While the movie was on, Kate cuddled up close to me. It felt nice sitting that way, watching those sexy girls on the screen and holding my sister in my arms. After it was over, we switched around the channels for a while, not really staying on anything for very long, until Molly and our mother came home. They brought ice cream sundaes for dessert — yay! — which we all enjoyed together.

“Okay, girls,” said my mom, when we’d finished our treats, “time for bed.”

She sent Kate and Molly upstairs but took my hand, holding me back. I turned to her. My mother had that intense expression on her face again, a look of pure animal desire. It made me so excited when I saw her like that.

“After I’m sure Molly is asleep,” she told me, “I’m going to have a talk with Kate tonight. About you-know-what.”

I smiled. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

I knew that was true, since she had spoken to me about it in detail each of the two previous nights. And we’d done a lot more than just converse, of course.

She licked her lips and raised her hands to her breasts. She was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt. Her bra was thin enough that her erect nipples clearly poked through.

“I’ll put Molly in bed first,” my mom squeezed her nipples as she said my little sister’s name — it seemed like there was some connection there, but I wasn’t sure what it was, “and then I’ll go in and talk with Kate. I think she’s ready for it. I know I am.”

A ripple of arousal passed through her body. She was trembling with lust.

After inhaling deeply, and then letting it out, apparently trying to calm herself, my mother took my face in her hands and gave me a long wet kiss. Then she said, “You go to bed now, lover. Think of how much fun we’ll have together, you and me and Katie, playing our game. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I kissed her lips one more time, two more times, and then headed upstairs.

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