Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By DirtyMindedMom

I stood in the shower with one foot propped up so I could shave my pussy as clean and as smooth as possible. I was groggy after an almost sleepless night and the steamy water was only making me want to crawl back into bed for the rest of the day. But I knew as soon as my head hit the pillow my mind would start racing again. I couldn’t stop thinking about what my sister Dana and I had been doing for the past two nights of her visit. Mental images of her and I masturbating together dominated my thoughts. I was in an almost constant state of arousal, and didn’t know what to do about it.

After drying off I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I opened my closet door and was confronted with the full-length mirror hanging there. I wouldn’t ever be mistaken for a lingerie model, but I was still in pretty decent shape for a mother of two. I turned and checked out my ass. It was holding up. I could get away with a bikini at the beach without totally embarrassing myself. I cupped my breasts and gave them a slight lift. Not as pert as they once were, but they’d gotten a little bigger with each of my pregnancies and I kind of liked the way they jiggled these days. What I didn’t understand was why my sister was so fascinated by this fairly ordinary mom-body of mine.

I couldn’t deny that masturbating with her had opened up some unexpected aspects of my own sexuality, but I was afraid she wanted to take things to a place I wasn’t prepared to go. I loved my sister like crazy, especially after what we’d shared, and yet I couldn’t see myself engaging in the kind of hardcore lesbian sex I was sure Dana had in mind. I was a responsible wife and mother, and not some sex-crazed teen. I had to keep this thing between Dana and me from going any further.

But the throb between my legs gave me pause. I parted my clean-shaven outer lips and looked at my pussy in the mirror. My hard, pink clit stood out proudly. I flicked it with the tip of my finger and a tingling pulse of pleasure washed over me. I ventured lower and found my pussy hole. It was sopping wet. It had been like that all night. I couldn’t remember ever being so consistently horny at any other time in my adult life. This was insane. There was only one thing to do about it. I threw on my robe and headed downstairs.

I had reconsidered and changed my mind at least three more times before reaching the guest room door. I took a deep breath and went in without knocking. Dana was sprawled out on the bed asleep. There was a bottle of lube conspicuously left on the nightstand, and I could make out the long, thick shape of her huge dildo under the sheet next to her. I was about to change my mind again when I heard her voice.

“Hey, sexy lady. Is it noon already?”

“No, but as long as you’re awake, I think we need to talk.”

“Ugh, this sounds like fun.” Dana rubbed her face in an effort to wake herself up.

“I’m serious,” I sat down on the bed, realizing that I probably should have gotten dressed for this. “We have to deal with what we’ve done like a couple of sensible adults.”

“I know, I know,” she groaned, pulling her hair back and using the band around her wrist to hold it in a ponytail. “What I did wasn’t fair. I was going through some weird shit, and I shouldn’t have involved you. The last thing I want to do is cause problems for you or do anything that would hurt your family.”

“I’m glad you see it that way,” I said with a sense of relief.

Dana sat up and took my hand in hers. I couldn’t help but notice she had on her thin white tank top. I could plainly see the dark circles of her areolas through the fabric stretched tight over her breasts. Damn her for looking so sexy like that.

“Don’t get me wrong, Dana, I honestly don’t regret what happened,” I continued, doing everything I could to keep my eyes off her tits. “I think we just need to appreciate what we shared these past couple of nights for what it was and leave it at that.” Even as the words left my lips, they rang false.

Dana regarded me with a searching look. There was a hint of sadness behind her smiling eyes. Finally she nodded with resignation. “You’re right. We’ll leave it at that.”

She opened her arms and invited me in for a hug. As soon as we embraced I was once again conscious of her breasts pressed tightly against mine. It would have been nice to feel them one more time against my bare skin. But, no, that couldn’t happen. It shouldn’t happen. Shit, I was getting aroused all over again!

“So,” I said, desperately trying to calm myself. “what do you want to do on your last day here? Shopping, I assume?”

“How’d you guess?” She pinched my cheek like an obnoxious old aunt, and jumped out of the bed.

As she headed for the guest bathroom I saw that she was naked from the waist down. I stared at her shapely ass as she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, feeling my heart accelerate. “I don’t want to go to the mall though.” She spoke over the loud shush of her peeing. “Let’s go to the swanky shops down on the boulevard.”

“Yeah… sure.” My sister’s dildo was lying in view now that the sheet had been pulled aside. I remembered feeling it fill me up and wondered if I’d ever be able to recapture that sensation on my own. Somehow, I knew that I couldn’t.

“And lunch is on me,” Dana announced around her toothbrush as she returned to the guest room. She was still naked except for her little tank top. I couldn’t help checking out that fantastic bush of hers one more time. I didn’t know if I’d ever get a chance to see it again, and the very thought made me ache inside.

“Okay, yeah… lunch.” I felt like crying. Why was I still feeling this hunger for my own sister? Why couldn’t I make it go away?

“I think I’m going to shave it like yours,” Dana said, apparently having noticed me staring at her lush pubic thatch. “Maybe Roger will want to fuck me then.”

“Oh, no, d-don’t!” I blurted out despite myself. “I think it’s perfect the way it is.”

“Yeah, and you don’t want to fuck me either, so what good is it doing?” She laughed and went back into the bathroom to rinse.

It was too much, damn it. Too much. Before she even came back, I’d made my mind up one last time.

“Actually, Dana, I do.”

She came to the door, still smiling from her little joke. “What?”

“I do want to fuck you.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing myself say those words.

Her face turned serious. “I don’t know if I exactly understand what you’re saying.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… in that way. About the things we’ve done together. About the things you want to do.”

“The things I want to do?” She took a careful step into the room as if she was afraid any sudden movements would frighten me away.

“You want to know what it’s like to lick another woman’s pussy.” I untied my sash and shrugged my robe off, then stood before my sister fully exposed. “I want to be the one to give that to you. I want you to go down on me.”

She obviously couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “This is a joke, right? You’re just making fun of me now.”

I lay down on the bed and spread my legs. “I’ve been up all night thinking about you sucking my pussy. Now get over here and eat me before I change my mind.”

Dana came to the edge of the bed, then hesitated. She knew there’d be no going back after we crossed this line. She’d made it more than clear that this was what she wanted. The only thing holding her back would be the fear that I’d come to my senses after it was too late, and resent her for making me feel obligated to indulge her lesbian fantasies.

“Look,” I said, “I know you want this. And I know you’re worried I’m going to flake out on you, but I promise I won’t. I want it, too. It hasn’t been easy to admit it to myself, but I’ve been wanting this for a long time and was just too afraid to be honest with myself about it.”

Dana sat down on the bed between my legs. She reached out and lightly caressed the inside of my thigh.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” The firmness of my voice didn’t match the nervousness I was feeling inside. “I love you, and you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. I hate the idea of you out there trying this with some strange woman you picked up in a sleazy bar. I want to be your first. I want the first pussy you taste to be mine. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“You’re the best sister a horny slut like me could ask for.”

“Now I believe you mentioned something about wanting to suck on this big old clit of mine?” I peeled back my clitoral hood and brandished my stiff nub toward her, challenging her to cross that line with me.

Dana’s eyes lit up and she gratefully lowered her head between my legs. Her soft cheek brushed against my inner thigh and a thrill bubbled up through me. I knew then that it would be only a matter of seconds before she had me coming.

My sister’s tongue fluttered tentatively over the tip of my straining clit. A torrent of tingling sensations flourished at random spots all over my body. Next I felt a feathery kiss there and my pussy cried out for more. She kissed my clitty again, and once more, then took it between her lips. Oh, sweet Jesus, that felt good.

Dana gently suckled my tiny, feminine erection, the tip of her tongue teasing circles around it as she did. Heaven couldn’t be half as good as the feelings that were bathing my entire being in that moment.

“Taste me,” I begged.

She kissed her way down between my lips until she reached the place I wanted her. Dana’s tongue explored the area around my pussy hole. I could feel myself flexing, opening wider for her. Then her tongue darted into my opening. An involuntary shudder of ecstasy seized me. She was really doing it. My sister was actually tasting the juices flowing from my heated pussy. I heard her moan and quickly go back in for another taste. In a matter of moments she was eagerly lapping at my vagina, greedy for more of my intimate flavor.

“Oh, yes,” I urged, “lick it up. Lick it all up.”

I suddenly couldn’t comprehend why I had ever resisted this. No social norm or moral imperative ever made me feel so lovingly enmeshed with another person both in body and soul as doing this did. Giving myself so completely to my sister was a gift for me as much as for her. Even so, I knew there was no way I would ever be able to make my husband understand. He would condemn me, and be repelled by my incestuous perversion. Jim, despite his love for me and the life we’d built together, would leave me and take the girls away. I’d never been more certain of anything.

And yet, I was powerless to turn from the path I’d chosen. Moreover, I didn’t want to turn from that path. I was willing to risk everything for what my sister and I had discovered. Maybe I’d hate myself one day for this choice, but I couldn’t envision giving up this newfound bliss because of something that might never come to pass.

I turned my face and pressed my mouth into the pillow and let out a weeping cry of pleasure. Dana was sucking at my pussy hole as if she was trying to draw every drop out of me. Only then did I realize we were the only ones home and there was no need to keep our lovemaking quiet. She grabbed my hips and pulled my cunt tighter against her mouth as I let free a wail of sheer satisfaction to signal my sister that what she was doing to me was sending me to the limit.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I cried out without inhibition. “Oh, yeah, eat my pussy.”

I looked down and was pleasantly startled by the sight of it being my sister’s face there in my crotch. I was so used to seeing my husband down there. I reached down and undid her ponytail, then took hold of her loose hair and pulled her head back up to my clit. I needed this bitch to make me come!

“Suck my clit!” I commanded roughly. “Make your baby sister come.”

Dana had no problems doing exactly what I was ordering. She latched onto the knot of flesh that surrounded my sensitive nubbin and began sucking for all she was worth. Her hands moved from my hips to my outer lips, spreading them wide so she could get at my clit easier. Her thumbs settled right over my pussy hole, dipping just far enough in for me to feel it. It was almost too much to take in all at once.

“I’m going to come,” I screamed. “I’m going to come on your face! Make me come on your face, Dana!”

This was no longer the dainty affair that it had started as. There were no tentative kisses or hesitant licks. My sister’s face was buried in my pussy and she was going at it like she’d waited all her life for this opportunity and was afraid it might never come again. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the immorally exquisite sight of Dana madly eating my cunt.

My orgasm hit me like a rush of something wild being unleashed. I felt all my energy pour into my pussy and then erupt in a single blast of rapturous ejection that emanated outward and filled the whole room. My fists pounded the mattress and I didn’t have the breath to scream any more than I already had. I completely lost all control of my body as I thrashed and spasmed through the second and then the third orgasm that my sister mercilessly evoked with her mouth. When it finally became too much I had to push her face away from my cunt.

She reluctantly relented and released my clit. I lay limp, filling my lungs in great gulps. Traces of my climax persisted within me as I slowly regained my senses. Dana was looking up at me from between my thighs with a huge smile, her cheeks shiny with the wetness of my pussy. She’d never looked more radiant that she did at that moment.

“Not bad for a beginner,” she joked and licked her lips. “Just wait till I get good at it.”

“If it gets any better than that, you’re going to kill me!” I laughed. “That was fucking intense. I swear my teeth are buzzing right now.”

Dana kissed my clit and sent a pleasant shiver up through me. She was loving every second of this. “I want to make you come again like that.” As she spoke I could feel her warm breath on my pussy.

“I do too,” I said, “but let me finish enjoying this one first.” The explosive moment of orgasm is undoubtedly the main attraction, but the subtle mix of fading sensations and effusive emotions left in the aftermath have their own erotic appeal. “In the meantime, how about you take off that top and bring those big, beautiful tits up here.”

Dana planted one more kiss on my bald mound, then pulled off her tank top. The moment I saw her tits flop into view I was instantly filled with lust. No other woman had ever affected me like this before. I held out my arms and took my big sister into my embrace, pulling her against my chest. Mmm, sweet paradise. I’d been longing for the feel of her naked breasts against mine since that first night.

“I would have never guessed you were a boob man,” Dana teased.

“I just recently found out myself.”

“It does feel nice, doesn’t it?” Dana moved her body so our breasts rubbed together.

It was without question much more than nice. She shifted herself so that she was on top of me. Her tits hung down over mine so that her nipples were just barely brushing against mine. It was delicious torture. When I couldn’t take it anymore I pulled her down onto me. My sister’s soft flesh crushed against my own, getting me horny all over again. And, if that wasn’t enough, I could feel her pussy hair tickling my bare crotch. So many new sensations that I never expected to ever experience were coming at me faster than I could take them in, but I didn’t want any of them to stop.

“Vicky,” Dana said looking straight at me, “tell me if you think this would be too weird, but I really want to kiss you right now.”

Instead of answering, I put my hands on her head and guided her lips to mine. The sparks were instantaneous. I expected it to be weird, just like Dana said, but it wasn’t. Far from it.

In a matter of seconds Dana’s tongue was in my mouth. I sucked it without hesitation, and explored her mouth with my tongue in return. We’d kissed as sisters countless times, but now we were kissing like passionate lovers.

“Can you taste it?” Dana asked without taking her lips away. “Can you taste your pussy?”

I could. The flavor of my sex was on her lips, her tongue, her cheek. I couldn’t get enough of it. “I can,” I answered. “I can’t believe your mouth tastes like my cunt.” We resumed kissing even more intently. “This is so fucking nasty.”

“It’s better than I ever imagined,” she whispered and plunged her tongue once more into my mouth.

Our naked bodies writhed together as we kissed. My hands ran up and down her back as our legs twined, bringing our hips into tight contact. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been kissed like that. My heart was full of love and lust to the point of bursting. I had the misplaced sense that I wanted Dana inside me. I wanted her to have a cock so she could completely possess me and take my body in forceful conquest. But it couldn’t be like that — this was something entirely new. The fact that she couldn’t quite fulfill that primal desire in me made our lovemaking even more preciously desperate.

“You want to suck my tits, don’t you?” Dana suddenly asked.

“Yes,” I answered without thinking. I didn’t feel the need to filter my desires with her.

My sister grabbed one of her generous breasts and brought it toward my mouth. She traced her stiff nipple around the edges of my lips before letting me suckle her. I took her delicate tip into my mouth and suddenly understood why men were so enthralled by breasts. And knowing from experience just how good this felt for Dana made it all the more pleasurable for me.

I groped blindly for my sister’s other tit and when I filled my hand with her pliant globe of flesh I felt the goosebumps rise along my arms and all down my back. I couldn’t help but wish we had discovered each other this way when we were nubile teens, but then I decided this way was better. All those years of furtive fantasizing and unspoken yearnings only made our sinful surrender all the more gratifying. Besides, we wouldn’t have been able to appreciate what a special connection this was when we were young and dumb. Now that we were somewhat mature women, with families and experience, this intimate bond we were creating was more profound than we could have understood it as clueless teenagers.

“Suck the other one,” Dana whispered above me. She turned her shoulders and fed her neglected nipple into my mouth. I drew her supple flesh between my lips, running my tongue across the silky corona of her areola. “You like that, don’t you?” she purred, not expecting me to answer with my mouth full. “You like sucking on your sister’s big titties. So good.” She pressed her breast insistently against my mouth and I sucked harder. “Different than when my husband does it. So much better the way you suck me.”

Dana’s words barely registered with me as lost as I was in her tits. I wanted to take even more of her in. I pushed her breasts together and was able to open my mouth just wide enough to encompass both of her nipples together at the same time. This elicited a deep moan of approval from her. I mouthed them both, lapped my tongue between them, then sucked each one as hard as I could in quick succession. I moved quickly from one to the other and back again until Dana was laughing with delirious delight.

“Oh, God, you’re spoiling me,” she giggled as I rubbed her stiff nipples lovingly against my cheek. “Vicky,” she said thickly, “I want you to touch my pussy. Feel how wet you’ve made me.”

She guided my hand down between her legs. My fingers brushed quickly past her curly pubic hair and into the warm, wet folds of her pussy. My touch glided over her hard clit, down her moist slit, and directly to her drenched hole. She certainly wasn’t lying. I never knew a woman could produce so much natural lubricant, but she was literally dripping.

“Put your fingers inside me,” she pleaded as she nibbled enticingly at my earlobe.

Before I could fully consider her request, my middle two fingers were already sliding into her vagina as if by their own accord. It was a surreal moment for me. My fingers were actually inside another woman’s pussy. Not only that, but that pussy belonged to my big sister. One would assume that these sorts of realities would cease to shock me at some point in this kinky journey, but each new first brought its own unique surprise of awareness along with it.

“There you go,” Dana murmured into my neck. “That’s my girl. Fuck me with your fingers.”

It was a foreign position for me, but I instinctively began moving my fingers in and out of her in the way I would have wanted someone to do to me. I felt the inner muscles of her pussy clamp tight each time my knuckles passed through her opening. I massaged my fingertips along the upper inside of her, hoping to hit her g-spot as I did. I must have been doing something right because she was humping my hand right back. I loved the way her naked body moved on top of me, and there was a good chance I was going to come simply from the incidental contact her thigh was making with my pussy as she fucked my fingers.

“You’re going to make me come.” She twisted her hips, trying to get me to push deeper into her. I added my index finger which made it possible to give her what she wanted. The way she bit down on my shoulder told me that she was more than pleased with my efforts.

“Come on, Dana,” I growled seductively, “come on my fingers. I want you to come for me.”

This spurred her to pick up the pace even more. She mashed her tits against mine, let her thigh grind into my crotch, nuzzled my neck with warm, breathy kisses, and gyrated her pussy around my three fingers like it was the best cock she’d ever had.

“Right there!” she groaned. “Right there, right there, yes! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!”

Her pussy suddenly spasmed and crushed my fingers with a strength that was well beyond what I thought a vagina was capable of. Her whole body tensed above mine as she rode out a long, slow orgasm. Finally, she sucked in a loud breath and melted on top of me in a heavy mass of hot flesh. My fingers were still buried in her cunt, and I could feel it quivering ever so slightly. And I thought that was just the stuff of corny romance novels.

We lay quiet for a time just holding each other. I eased my fingers out of my sister’s pussy and she made a little pouting sound, but followed it up with a tender kiss on my lips.

“Okay,” she said after a while, “it’s my turn.”

I gasped with surprise as she inserted a finger in me without any further warning. I forced my body to relax, determined to allow myself to enjoy this, no matter how inappropriate my brain was telling me it was. Dana probed me without much finesse at first, but she quickly learned how to handle my pussy based on the sounds I was making as she experimented. Before long she was expertly fucking me with her two middle fingers while at the same time pressing the heel of her hand against my clit, which was primed and ready to explode.

Once my sister got into an ideal rhythm, she leaned in and began sucking on one of my tits. These two sensations combined to heighten the pleasure well beyond their sum. I let out a sighing moan and gave myself over to her completely. I was her plaything. I never would have imagined that one day I’d be lying here in my guest room being masturbated by my naked sister as she sucked my nipples. I was no longer the same person I was just a couple days ago. My whole outlook on the world had to be different from now on. I expected this to be a frightening prospect, but as my sister worked me toward yet another mind-blowing orgasm I knew my life was going to be so much better for this experience.

“Come on, baby girl, I know you want to come.” Dana took one of my nipples between her teeth, applying just enough pressure to make the pain feel good.

Moments later I was bucking and pumping against her fingers as she slapped her hand furiously against my pussy with each plunging thrust. The wet sound of her madly beating my cunt launched my orgasm to the next level. I swear I was having two climaxes all at once. I didn’t hold anything back and let my voice cry out to express the sublime joy I was lucky enough to be enjoying at the hands of my sister.

Before I’d had a chance to fully recover, Dana was busy moving into a new position. I opened my eyes and was stunned to find her kneeling over my head, her sex just inches above my face. Without a word she lowered her cunt to my mouth. I reflexively began licking and sucking at her sopping wet pussy. It had all happened so fast I could hardly get my bearings. Everything in the next minute melded together in a single wondrous blur.

Her pussy hair tickled my nose, I couldn’t breathe, her feminine scent was pungent and desirably intoxicating. My tongue lashed out almost at random as I tried to make sense of what I was licking. My chin was quickly soaked, and I could feel her juices trickling down across my throat. She tasted like me, but with a distinct tang that was unique to her. Dana was grinding her pussy against my mouth while she held onto the headboard above me. I fought for air, as I licked and sucked at whatever came within reach.

I grabbed her ass and tried to steady her so I could concentrate on her clit or some other special spot, but she was humping my face too wildly for me to focus my efforts in any one place for more than a couple seconds. I gave up and let her do her thing — whatever that was.

It was probably less than a minute before she was coming. As she convulsed above me a warm flow cascaded down over my mouth and coated my cheeks. It seemed impossible that a woman could come that, much but I realized that I apparently had a lot to learn.

Dana collapsed onto the bed next to me in a fit of merry laughter, leaving me sputtering and trying to piece together what just happened. She grabbed a hand towel from the nightstand and handed it to me. I wiped my face with it, wondering if she’d used this towel for the same purpose last night after using Big Tony. I decided it didn’t really matter, and passed the towel back to her and watched as she patted her pussy and inner thighs with it.

“Damn,” she swore. “You might just be the best lover I’ve ever been with.”

“Even though I don’t have a cock?”

“Especially because you don’t have a cock.”

I reached over and settled my hand on one of her breasts. Her hand found its way to the spot between my belly button and my mound. I felt connected to my sister in a way that I knew would have otherwise been impossible without the things we’d done together in the past few days.

The essence of her intimate scent was still strong in the air. I already wanted her again. My old self would have demurred, not wanting to appear overly eager, but the new me had other priorities.

I swung myself over and mounted my sister in the sixty-nine position. I pried her legs apart, without meeting any resistance, spread her engorged pussy lips and dipped my mouth down to find out what it was like to eat a woman’s cunt at my own pace. Meanwhile, I felt Dana doing the same at her end. We wordlessly conspired to make this one last, and it wasn’t until ten minutes later that we got around to making each other come.

After that we took a break. We popped into the kitchen for a light snack and lots of water to rehydrate. Neither of us bothered putting on a robe. It felt so naughty just traipsing around the house naked with my sister in the middle of the day. Once we were refreshed we headed back into the guest room. There was no further mention of going shopping.

We spent the next two hours playing. We masturbated ourselves and each other, used Big Tony’s vibrations to get ourselves off, gave each other very sensual massages, and took turns eating one another out a few more times. When we were too drained to carry on we shared a nice long hot shower together. If I hadn’t already had about a dozen orgasms, I would have come just from the feel of her soapy body against mine.

Dana was packed and ready to go just before the school bus was due to drop the girls off. We stood by the door locked in a decidedly un-sisterly goodbye kiss for several minutes before I forced myself to back away.

“Okay, we have to get our shit together.”

“I know, I know.” Dana smoothed her skirt and checked the buttons on her blouse. “I hate that I have to go.”

“Me, too.” I resisted the urge to grab her and kiss her again. “But it’s not like we’re never going to see each other again.”

“I’m going to try to convince Roger that I need to come again in a couple weeks.” She looked a little worried. “That is, only if you want me to.”

“Of course I want you to.” I wanted to comfort her by sliding my hand up her stockinged thigh and giving her sweet muffin a reassuring squeeze. I suspected her panties would be as soaked as mine were just then. “And if for some reason you can’t come here, I’ll find a way to come visit you.”

“What about the girls?”

“Believe me, I’ll figure something out if I have to.” I gave in and hugged her to me. Our lips met again. With my hands on her ass I pulled her in tight. “I’m going to go crazy thinking about you and all the nasty things we did.”

“So will I. And I already have some ideas for some new things I want to try with you.”

“Like what?”

“They’re pretty filthy. I’m not going to tell you until you’re extra horny so you’ll be less likely to say no.”

“You’re such a manipulative bitch.”

“You’re welcome,” she said with a wink and kissed me once more. “Promise me again that you won’t say anything to Jim about what we did.”

“I may be crazy, but I’m not insane.” I couldn’t stop myself from groping her breast through her blouse as we embraced. “Same goes for you, not a word to Roger.”

“Since he barely talks to me anymore, that won’t be a problem. This is our secret.”

“The biggest, dirtiest, most perverted secret I’ll ever have.”

“I have the best sister in the world.”

“What a coincidence, so do I.”

With one last lingering kiss Dana grabbed her suitcase and hurried out the door. It seemed she was worried that we’d end up rolling around on the floor like a couple of horny tramps if she didn’t go right then. I watched her from the door as she got in her car and pulled away. We waved to each other and she was gone.

I closed the door and felt a kind of emptiness I hadn’t known before. I knew I would be facing a lot of questions and doubts over the next few weeks. I’d crossed a bright line into the realm of lesbian sex. This was no small thing for me. On top of that, and more significantly, I was now a person who had unequivocally ventured down the dark path of incest. Even putting the moral and ethical considerations aside, there were very real consequences for what I’d done with my sister.

But, despite knowing my conscience wouldn’t let me rest easy, I was sure this thing between me and my sister wasn’t going to end here. As long as we kept this secret between sisters, I was certain there’d be more to come.

THE END