Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

PART TWO: The Teen Years

Life with Jenna and Plans are Made

By Cheryl Taggert 

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Three years had passed since Cindy left town. Or maybe she hadn’t left town. Mom had kept her ears open and overheard someone saying she’d never be seen again. By this time, we had all resigned ourselves to the idea that they had found and killed her. Jenna, now ten, remembered her mom, of course, but now she viewed my mom as her mommy, even calling her “Mommy,” and she saw me as her big sister.

Our lives settled down after Jenna’s arrival in our home, and nobody ever questioned why Mom suddenly had another daughter. At least the authorities never did. Neighbors would ask, and our story was that Mom had a sister who had died and now we were raising her daughter. Mom never took any legal steps to make Jenna her real daughter because she didn’t want to go through having to prove Jenna’s identity. Mom just enrolled Jenna in a private school, which requested her records from her old one in North Hollywood. After that, life became routine once again.

Of course, routine is what is known as a relative term. Routine for most people was definitely not routine for us. Our routine involved sex, and lots of it. Mom was nearing an age when she would, as she had put it, age out of the business, though that was still a several years away. She was twenty-nine now. Very few women worked beyond age thirty-five, and only those who took really good care of themselves and worked out regularly made it that far. Mom, of course, kept herself looking great. She could still pass for no more than twenty-five.

My aunt Emmy was now living only a short drive away. She had earned a degree in interior design and was working as an interior decorator for one of the posh stores on Rodeo Drive. She came over most weekends if she had the time, and we would engage in what she liked to call “ageless sex,” meaning ages weren’t important. Needless to say, she loved it that Jenna was now a part of the family.

One day after school, I was lying on my tummy in bed and doing my math homework. I hated school now. I was in seventh grade, and everyone, especially the girls, sometimes seemed to do their best to be mean to each other. I was a frequent target, and Mom told me it was because I was so pretty, very intelligent, and probably talked about a lot by the boys. When I asked if that meant they were jealous of me, she answered, “In the extreme.” The fact that I had little interest in the boys didn’t seem to matter. I was more interested in men than boys, and more interested in girls and women than men.

Anyway, I was lying on my bed and I had left my bedroom door open. I was in the middle of a tough factoring problem in algebra and was concentrating on that, so I didn’t hear Jenna when she came into my room.

I was wearing a skirt, and it was mostly bunched up to the middle of my thighs. I didn’t think about the easy exposure of my pantie-clad butt and pussy since I thought I was alone except for Jenna. My legs were spread wide, and to be honest I wasn’t thinking about sex at all. I was thinking about this damn factoring that made no sense to me. Mom may have said I’m “very intelligent,” but not when it came to algebra.

Suddenly, I felt fingers touching my pussy through my panties. I knew it would be Jenna, so instead of doing or saying anything to stop it, I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips off the mattress for a second before lowering them to the bed again to indicate it would be fine to continue.

My sister’s hand once again began to touch me in my most sensitive area. She was scratching my pussy gently, and it was driving me mad in seconds.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, not even turning to look at her. “That feels nice.”

The hand began to rub up onto my butt, massaging the cheeks through the thin cotton, pressing into the crack to leave a small wedgie behind, teasingly brushing against my butthole before moving again to the cheeks.

My breathing began to pick up its tempo as my blood began to surge through my veins faster because my heartbeat had increased as well. My little sister was turning me on quite a bit. I was now mostly just staring at the problem in the book, knowing I would never solve it until I had come at least once, maybe more.

The hand dived down to my pussy again and began to rub my quickly moistening slit through the material of my panties. I could feel the fluids building in me and beginning to wet the gusset of my panties. Mom had always mentioned I would get more moisture as I got older, and she hadn’t been kidding. Since turning twelve over a year ago, my wetness truly did become a flood. I once got so turned on at Deanna’s that my denim jeans looked like I had peed in them.

I spread my legs more to allow my sister easier access.

Now my head was lying on my book, forehead against page. All the concentration that had been on my algebra problem was now on my pussy. The only sensations in the world were the tender fingers touching the sensitive flesh between my legs.

My moaning became more pronounced as the hand was joined by another. Now both my ass and my pussy were receiving attention from those hands. Those wonderful, talented hands.

“Take them off,” I gasped, raising my hips off the bed once again to make stripping my panties from my flesh easier.

She didn’t have to be asked twice. The hands abandoned their targets long enough to grasp the elastic band at my hips and pull the unnecessary garment from my tender flesh.

Now I was more or less naked from the waist down. My skirt was still on, but it was now bunched at my waist.

A finger entered my pussy. Dear God! How had I gone from not even thinking about sex to nearly coming in a matter of only a few minutes?

I awkwardly reached for the hem of the shirt I wore and managed to pull it over my head, tossing it aside before twisting an arm behind me to unclasp my bra. I pulled my A-cup bra off one arm and reached below me to grasp a burgeoning nipple, pinching it lightly to avoid the pain that could happen if they were treated too roughly. (They could sometimes be downright sore, which Mom told me was to be expected until I got through puberty.)

I moved up onto my knees and allowed the finger to continue its glorious assault on my drenched pussy. My face was now lying on my pillow, my butt in the air.

Now a second finger entered my butthole just a bit. I could feel the two fingers pushing slightly against each other in my most private of places as they worked in and out, fucking me and preparing to send me to Paradise.

“Don’t stop!” I said. “I’m gonna come soon!”

The thumb of one hand moved to my clit and began to rub it back and forth, pressing against my pubic bone. God! That felt so good!!

“Yes..yes…yes….OH!” I cried, my orgasm seeming to consume me from inside out, as if a flame had been lit and the fire was spreading from my pussy to the rest of my body.

Finally, I calmed down, the spasms receding and biological normalcy returning as my heart rate settled and my breathing became slower.

“Holy shit, Jenna,” I said. “That was so–unexpected. And good!”

Giggles clued me in that there was more to what had just happened than my mind had assumed.

Turning over, I saw Jenna with a huge smile on her face as the giggles got worse. Kneeling at the foot of my bed, her hands still wet from my fluids, was her friend Carmen Cashion.

I’d met Carmen before, and I knew she and Jenna had recently started fooling around because Jenna tells her big sister everything, especially when it came to sex. Since this sexual contact had been very recent, I was not included in any of their fun.

At least not until now.

Carmen was a cute girl Jenna’s age. She wore her dark hair down her back in a ponytail that reminded me of a real horse’s tail it was so long. She had beautiful, almond-shaped blue eyes and her smile showed teeth so perfect I wondered if she’d had them capped. Her tongue was now compressed between her teeth in an effort to control her giggles.

“Gotcha!” Carmen said.

Ignoring my nudity, I sat up and faced them. “What the fuck is going on, Jenna?”

Jenna could see that while I certainly enjoyed the orgasm, I wasn’t so keen on having one of her friends touching me without my permission. It wasn’t that I would have said no if they’d asked. It was that they sneaked up on me and basically molested me without my being aware of what was really going on.

“We thought we’d surprise you!” Jenna said, still grinning.

“That wasn’t right, Jenna. You should ask me if I want someone else to touch me like that. I thought it was you.”

“We know,” Jenna said. “You loved it, didn’t you?”

“When I thought it was you, I did.”

Now Carmen began to look ashamed, as if she had barged in where she shouldn’t have. I didn’t want her thinking I hadn’t enjoyed it, nor did I want her thinking I wouldn’t enjoy it again, as long as I knew who was doing what to whom.

“Carmen, I don’t mind really that you did it to me. I would really like to fool around with you. It’s just that I thought it was Jenna, so it was a mean trick to play on me. I do like you.”

She smiled a bit at that. “I like you, too,” she said, and I could see the crush she had on me in her features.

I was still naked except for my skirt that was bunched at my waist. The other girls were fully dressed.

I looked at Carmen. “I suppose she told you we mess around together, huh?”

“Yeah. I think it’s cool. I wish my sister messed around with me.”

“How old is she?” I asked.

“Fourteen.”

“She probably would if she knew you wanted to,” I said.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. She barely pays any attention to me at all.”

I looked at her and realized I was dying to see her naked. I was still horny, despite having just climaxed a moment ago.

“Never know unless you try,” I said. “Of course, you’d have to be sneaky about it, but I think you know how to be sneaky.”

Both girls grinned at me.

“Did it turn you on to do that to me?” I asked Carmen.

She looked at Jenna. They grinned at each other then at me. “Uh-huh,” Carmen said.

I quickly removed the skirt, pushed my school books and work to the floor, and lay back, spreading my legs and arms.

“So why are you two still dressed then?” I asked.

“Won’t your mom be home soon?” Carmen asked. Okay, apparently Jenna hadn’t explained about Mom yet.

I glanced at Jenna. She had a crooked smile that said, ‘Do we tell her?’

I looked back to Carmen. “If you swear never to tell anyone, I’ll share a secret with you, but you have to swear not to say anything to anyone — not your sister, not your best friend that you would trust with anything, and certainly not an adult. Otherwise, people would go to jail.”

Her eyes lit up. “I swear.”

“Okay, but you have to understand, this isn’t some little girl’s secret that would only get someone grounded for a few days. This is really serious stuff.”

“I understand,” Carmen said, then running her finger (still wet, I noticed) across the center of her chest in an ‘X’ pattern, she added, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Okay.” I looked at her again, deciding she would be able to keep this secret. “We do these things with our mom, too.”

Carmen’s jaw dropped open and her eyes bulged. “Are you kidding?” she said.

“Not kidding. And I meant it. You know what happens when adults are convicted of sex crimes against kids. That would happen to my mom. We’re kids, but it’s also incest because I’m her natural daughter.”

“Fuuuccckkk,” she said, drawing it out into one long word, her eyes still on me. “That is so hot!”

Then she looked downward and I could tell she was checking out my boobs.

“So, you wanna do this?” I asked.

“Sure!” she said.

The girls began to undress themselves, but I stopped them.

“Undress each other,” I said. “Here, lie down together here.” I scooted to make room for them on my bed.

They had already removed their t-shirts, revealing flat boobs with delicious looking nipples. They lay on my bed and started working each other’s pants down.

“Do you two kiss?”

“Uh-huh,” Jenna said. “She’s a good kisser too. You’ll see.”

“Then kiss each other,” I told them.

The two ten-year-old girls moved together and kissed, their tongues sliding around on each other. Their hands moved to encircle the other’s neck.

“Who taught you to kiss like that?” I asked Carmen.

Breaking the kiss, she answered, “Jenna. That’s how I found out about you two. I asked who taught her.”

Now the girls’ hands were at the waist of the other’s shorts, unbuttoning, unzipping, and finally pushing the garments down to mid-thigh. I was surprised to see that neither of them were wearing panties. I said nothing about this, but I took in the sight of Carmen’s lovely butt, so well shaped for a ten-year-old. Her pussy was bare of any hair, of course. Their pussies were nearly identical. I had been very intimate with Jenna’s pussy for years now, and I was looking forward to enjoying Carmen’s puffy slit.

Jenna moved to where she could push Carmen’s shorts off, kicking her own off as she did. Now all three of us were naked. The girls looked at me and I said, “So, let’s see how well my student has taught you.”

We all giggled as I moved to kiss Carmen’s enticing lips. As soon as my lips met hers, I was hooked on kissing her. She had the softest lips I could remember kissing. My hands moved to her nipples and pinched and caressed them. Then she was moving down to my neck, kissing me there, causing shivers to run down my body and raising goose-flesh to ripple down my sides. Then she moved to my boobs, where she tenderly kissed my nipples and gently sucked them, making sure to be careful with them as if she knew how easy it was to turn pleasure into pain.

I felt my sister move to my hips, where she pushed a finger into my pussy. I felt the finger plunge in and pull out, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind. I could hear Jenna sucking her finger, removing the wetness that covered it and savoring the flavor. Then she turned my lower body so that she could get to my pussy, and I felt her lips wrap around my clit to suck and lick it.

Looking down, I noticed Carmen was watching what Jenna was doing while flicking my nipple with her tongue.

“Sit on my face so I can lick you like that,” I said.

Carmen looked at me and smiled. She started to position herself so that she was facing toward the top of my head, but I told her to turn around so she could watch Jenna. She turned around, and I had easy access to her bald little pussy and her butthole.

“I wish my sister was here,” Carmen said. “Maybe she’d let me do that to her.”

Carmen seemed to have quite a crush on her older sister as well. I wondered if there were anything I could do to help Carmen seduce her.

But that would have to wait. I could feel my climax building. Jenna was one of the best at eating me, a natural. I reached down and managed to touch her inner thigh. She got the idea and moved to where I could finger her while she and I enjoyed feasting on pussy.

My middle finger plunged into her as my thumb moved to tenderly rub her clit. Jenna’s hymen had been gone when she moved in with us. I wasn’t sure how that happened, probably a bicycle accident or something.

I concentrated on getting my baby sister and her best friend off while enjoying what my sister was doing to me. My orgasm was still building itself inside me; I could feel the passion rising.

The soft petals of Carmen’s pussy were mashing against my face, and she was beginning to rub it up and down on me in a fucking motion. I could tell she was close to coming.

I twirled my tongue around her clit, bathing it with her juices. Small bursts of sound began to come from her, small “uh-uh-uh” gasps of delight.

Then she froze for a second and nearly screamed as the orgasm hit her. Seconds later, Jenna began to come, too. Small vibrations of sound from her throat caused her lips to hum against my clit.

About the same time that they were starting to come down from bliss, I felt my own orgasm starting to tremble its way from my clit to my butthole to my nipples, and then the sensations spread all over my body. I grunted out my climax just as Carmen joined Jenna at my pussy. Both girls were licking me now, each fighting for space to give my pussy pleasure. Jenna was at my clit and Carmen at my vagina, where she lapped up my juices.

Finally, I began to relax. Jenna and Carmen moved to lie beside me. We remained there for a few minutes, catching our breath.

Finally, I said, “Carmen, what’s your sister’s name?”

“Clair.”

“Does she ever have girls sleep over or sleep over at another girl’s home?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever tried to sneak up to her bedroom door after they were in bed and listened to what they were doing or saying?”

Carmen looked at me. “I know she does stuff with girls. Our rooms are right next to each other, and I hear them. It’s just she never wants to do anything with me — just her friends.”

“Then the battle’s half won,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.

“Well, we know she likes sex with girls. That would be the biggest thing to overcome if we weren’t aware of it. Now, all we need to do is come up with a plan on how to seduce Clare, get her interested in sex with her little sister.”

Jenna spoke up again. “Cheryl, it’s different with us. We had sex together before I ever became your sister. This is Carmen’s real flesh and blood sister.”

“It’s not all that different, really. All we need to do is set something up that makes Clare see Carmen as a sexual person, not just a sister.” I looked at Carmen. “I assume you touch yourself, right? That you masturbate?”

“Yeah,” she said. Her tone made it seem like a silly question, and I suppose it was.

“Are you willing to let your sister catch you masturbating?” I asked.

“I suppose, but couldn’t she sort of threaten to tell my parents?”

“Then you could threaten to tell about her friends and what they do when there are sleepovers.”

Carmen’s eyes grew wide. It hadn’t occurred to her she had ammunition against her sister, should her sister want to reveal anything personal to their parents.

“Here’s what I think you should do. I assume you two get home before your parents get home from work, right?” Carmen nodded, totally focused on my words. “And I assume since your school lets out a half-hour earlier that you get home first?” Another nod. “When you feel up to it, be naked and in your bed when she gets home. Stay there and when you hear her coming to her room, start playing with yourself and masturbating. Then just as she’s passing your door, which should be almost closed, but not completely, start moaning. Believe me, she will stop outside your door and listen. If she doesn’t come in, you can pretend you hear her and say something like, ‘Clare, is that you?’ and if she doesn’t answer, get out of bed and open your door or something. If she’s left, go to her room and find her.”

“Do I stay naked?” Carmen asked.

“Well, you can put on a robe, but that’s all.”

“Then what?”

“Ask her why she was listening outside your bedroom door.”

“What if she says she wasn’t?”

“Tell her you heard her and heard her footsteps moving to her room. Or just start confessing to what you were doing. Tell her it feels really good.”

“Then what?”

“Tell her you know about her girlfriends. That should get a conversation started about girl-girl sex and how you have tried it and like it too.”

“Then what?” Carmen asked again, as if it were some sort of mantra.

“She might suggest the two of you try it. If she doesn’t, you suggest it, saying you think it would be a lot of fun, especially since the two of you have so much time alone before your parents get home.”

“Do you think it will work?”

“I’m almost positive,” I said.

We lay there for a while longer, just chatting, paying no attention to the time.

Then, without warning, my mom was standing at my bedroom door, taking in the sight of her naked daughters and her younger daughter’s naked best friend. We weren’t even under a sheet, just lying nude on top of the covers.

“What is going on?” she asked, pretending to be shocked at what she had found.

“It’s okay, Mom. She knows. Everything,” I said.

Mom looked us over again. Then, looking at Carmen, she asked, “You won’t tell anyone, not a living soul, about this?”

“Nobody. I know how much trouble there would be,” Carmen said, slowly removing her hands from in front of her pussy where they’d automatically landed when she saw my mom.

I noticed my mom licking her lips subconsciously. I knew she’d be licking that young pussy before long and having Carmen licking her as well.

“Well, you need to get dressed. A private detective is coming over in about thirty minutes,” Mom said, as if private detectives visited us on a regular basis.

I sat up. “A private detective?” I asked. “Why?”

“I’m going to hire her to see if she can find out what happened to Cindy. She was recommended by someone I trust.”

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