Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Openmindedwoman

How we enjoyed those close times!

So often I went home dripping wet and sooo stimulated, and then masturbated, wondering if they were feeling any of the inner urges that I was. I knew they were nearing hormone time themselves, growing and changing. And our ways of being together continued to grow and change as well when they were 11 and 10.

They liked the caressing fingers on their arms and sides and necks and backs. Sometimes a back scratch would happen, as they would lie with their head in my lap, one at a time, to have their backs and shoulders scratched and rubbed.

Backs and shoulders… and bottoms, lightly, and the backs of their legs if I could reach them.

Touch… intimate, familiar touch, still not overly sexual touch, but I certainly realized that my nipples always hardened, and I would feel the moisture sliding inside my pussy.

And those were the years that they began to surprise me with their awareness and curiosity.

“When will I have hair on my vagina, Aunt Leslie?” Juli asked as she lay with her head on my tummy and her fingers casually combing the dark fur on my mound.

They had learned a little of body parts terminology from their mom, but that’s as far as she would go with any talk about bodies or sexuality in any way.

“Well, Juli, I started seeing mine when I was about 12, but it didn’t really get full until I was maybe 17 or 18, I guess.  But everybody is different about that. Have you had any sex ed lessons at school?”

Justin piped up, “Naahhhh the kids say that doesn’t happen until 7th grade, so it’s another year for her, and two for me.  But kids all talk about it, especially if they have older brothers.”

I loved how open to talk they both were, and they knew they would get honest answers from me.

“David Bower says his brother calls it a girl’s ‘pussy’,” he giggled, continuing. “But I think that’s dirty, isn’t it?”

It was an opportunity for me to advance with the attitude I was feeling inside, so I responded, “Well, you two… yes, there are proper terms for our bodies that I would use with your mom or any other adults, like your teacher or doctor or whoever, but I have to admit that when I was your age we all called them ‘pussies’ and ‘cocks’, just like some of your friends might. I don’t think that’s dirty, exactly… well, a little naughty, maybe, but you can use whichever words you want to around me.”

I held my breath at this, wondering if they would be shocked at their aunt’s words. It made my heart beat faster.

There was silence for a while, then Juli added, still lightly combing my pussy hair, “Some of the girls in my class are starting to get titties, too, Aunt Leslie. Do you think mine will be like yours and Mom’s or will they be smaller? I want them to be big enough.”

It sort of blew my mind that Juli was giving voice to her private thoughts, and apparently had decided it didn’t matter if her brother was in on the conversation, and that she used the word ‘titties’, which came from her friends, no doubt, rather than what her mother would have taught her.

And it was making me squirm a little to feel her fingers tugging at my pubes, though she wasn’t really touching my skin or going for anything else.

I let my hand slide from her back to cup her tight little bottom. “Oh, darling, don’t ever worry about how big they are. A girl’s tits are very special, and as you get older you will learn that there is much more to all that than how big they grow. In fact, smaller ones are much more comfortable when you get to be my age and older. You know that mine are soft and hang a little now, don’t you?”

Justin leaned in and without hesitation reached up and held my right breast in his palm. “Your nipples are really big, too, compared to Juli’s, and even Mom’s,” he declared.

Juli turned her head to face my torso, which put her face practically against my left breast. My hand rested easily on her hip, and slid up and down from her armpit to her ribs to hipbone to thigh.

“Well, nipples can get a little larger when they are stimulated, Justin,” I answered. “But have you been spying on your mom when she’s naked?”

“Well, sometimes sorta……” he murmured. “Are yours, um, stimulated now, Aunt Leslie?”

I looked down to see Juli moving her hand to her own little tit, fingers sliding across her nipples.

“Well, are they?” she asked me.

I sighed, resigned to letting this go wherever it would go. “Yes, I guess they are. It does feel very nice when they are touched, or when you two are so very close, like this.”

Justin let his hand move, fingers sliding across my right nipple, feeling its rigidity, back and forth.  And Juli boldly leaned forward a little more and captured my left nipple with her lips, sucking on it lightly. I let out a little moan and a big breath, and they both backed off.

“Did that hurt, Aunt Leslie?” Juli asked.

“Oh, no, sweetheart, it felt really good, actually, just like I think it feels when you touch your own, doesn’t it?”

“Ohhh my god yes it does!” she answered, and her hand moved again to her own sprouting tit, fingers sliding more quickly back and forth across the hardening little bud.

“I hope you two take time to explore yourselves, more and more,” I dared, “especially now that you seem to be recognizing how good it feels.”

And they did, so they said, as time went by and Juli turned 12, with Justin a year behind.

We weren’t together as often for a while, as their mother felt they were old enough to be alone for short periods of time, even a few hours if she went to a movie or out with friends in the evening. But sometimes I would still stay over, if she was gone for a weekend, or they would come to visit me, just… well, just because I’m their aunt and they wanted to.

Of course, whenever we had the opportunity, we would talk about the sexy things they were feeling, about what their friends at school said or did, and I would correct them about the myths that some parents spread in order to keep their kids from exploring their sexual selves. The warm naked intimate feeling of sitting next to each other on the couch felt more arousing than ever to me, and clearly it was to both of them as well.

It didn’t take long for them to strip their clothes when we were together, and they would patiently help me undress, which always excited me even more. Nipple play was one of the things we talked about a lot, and Juli reported that she loved to wake herself slowly in the morning by caressing her growing tits, now the size of sweet little apples, with those thin but now, ever so long pink nipples that seemed to be constantly rigid. She would usually caress them almost absentmindedly as we talked, strumming, or tugging lightly, sometimes twitching a little when she did so. It always made my heart race to sit like this, naked on the couch, talking about their growing awareness.

“They still feel that good when you play with them, sweetheart?” I asked, mimicking her actions on my own nipples, feeling them tighten and expand as she watched.

“Wow yes for sure!” she answered, and licked her lips.

I noticed that Justin had moved his hand to his lap and was touching his hard cock in a variety of rolling motions, pulling the foreskin back to expose the shiny head beneath.

“Mine feel good, too,” he said, “especially when you touch them, Aunt Leslie. But it feels even better when I touch my cock and pull the skin back like this.”

Julie craned her neck to see, and giggled a little.

“Shut up,” Justin retorted. “Just cuz YOU don’t have one.”

At age 11, Justin had started a growth spurt, and I noticed how much his youthful penis had begun to come along for the ride. No doubt he would eventually be a well-endowed young man, with plenty to offer to whomever might be interested.  My heart beat just a little faster to see him so willingly on display for his aunt and his sister, and clearly relating it to sexual feelings.

“Actually,” I softly shushed them both, “she does have something that is similar. Girls have what’s called a clitoris, and the tip of it feels to us a lot like the head of your cock feels when you touch it, Justin. You do touch it sometimes, don’t you?”

“Oh yeahhhhh…” he smiled. “For sure, and god it does feel good. Some of the boys talk about how much they jack off. I’ve done that, well…” he blushed “…a little bit I guess.”

Meanwhile, Julie had spread her legs wide and was feeling herself, looking for that little button I mentioned.

“Here,” I said, scooting forward, spreading my legs wider and moving her a bit aside so she could see. I used one hand to spread the top of my pussy lips and the other to press down on the back end of my hood so that my clit popped out, fleshy pink, large and wet from the folds.

“This is where a girl’s clit lives, you two, and you should both honor it and treat it with special care if you ever touch a girl that way.” Holding myself open with one hand, I licked the fingers on my other hand and used the tip of my index finger to slide back and forth across the tip of my clit.

“This is the way girls ‘jack off’, Justin. Sometimes we call it ‘jilling’, and just like when you touch the head of your cock, it feels really really good to do. Using a little spit helps make it feel even better.”

They watched while I flicked my clit back and forth, using two fingers over the tip, and then pressed down harder, rolling it, moving my hips in a fucking motion against my hand, losing myself in the mounting feelings that had been fueled by the highly charged conversation, and the fact that my now almost teenage niece and nephew were watching me masturbate, watching their auntie display her oozing moist pussy, learning about self-induced pleasure, and apparently totally comfortable with it.

Minutes went by, and more, as they snuggled up close, watching, leaning against my arms. I spread my legs wider, tipping my hips upward, letting the feelings overwhelm me, not caring what happened. Then I used the other hand to cup my pussy, and slid two fingers deep inside, curling them, stroking my inner walls, plunging into myself with wet slurpy noises until I felt the spasms start inside, rolling through my hot, soaked tunnel and exploding in my head and in my loins.

“Ohhhh goddd yessss…. fuckkkkkk yessss,” I managed to squeal as my orgasm overtook me, heart pounding and breath ragged. The kids held my arms and hugged me tighter, not frightened, but clearly realizing that something powerful was happening.

“Wow, Aunt Leslie, I mean…” Juli half whispered. “Does it really feel THAT good? When I rub myself it feels good, but you were like, something I dunno…”

“And you said ‘fuck’,” Justin giggled. “If mom heard us say that she would have a cow.”

I smiled, realizing I had just taken a pretty big step from the edgy but more ‘informational’ talking we had done into clearly ‘on display’ sexual territory, and I’d felt a huge rush about doing it with them watching me. And they had not backed off, but seemed into it, curious, already exploring themselves, feeling the beginnings of their teen hormones and very attracted by all of it.

“Did I really say that?” I countered. “I suppose I shouldn’t be using such naughty language around you two, even if that’s what I’m feeling.”

“But you told us to use the words we want to use, even if it makes us feel naughty,” Juli answered, reaching again to comb the hair just above my slit. It was matted down by the wetness of my weeping pussy cum pushed against my mound by my palm when my orgasm hit.

“Oh, yes, sweetheart, you are sooo right. We can all say whatever things here with each other that we want, as long as it’s respectful of each other, and makes us feel good with each other.”

I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her in and let my palm slide across her left breast, cupping it, feeling its firm small apple shape and warmth, with the hard spike of her nipple to roll, just with my palm.

“Do you like the feel of my little tits?” she whispered. “I like how it feels when you hold them like that.”

“Of course I do, baby girl. I love how they feel, and how your nipples get to be hard spikes, just like mine do when we’re turning on our bodies. Do you like how mine feel?”

I used my right hand to reach across and cup my left tit and offer it to her. She nuzzled it with her cheek, then turned her face to it, and licked, then suckled, then licked.

“Be careful there young lady,” I teased, “or you’ll have me ready to fuck myself all over again.”

Juli lifted her hand to hold and caress my tit as she suckled again, and I let my fingers slide back and forth across her extended nipple, feeling it ever so gently, capturing its base between my thumb and first two fingers, sliding them along it to the tip.

“Your nipples are as long as mine, sweetheart,” I observed. “Not as thick, but I think they must be longer than most girls your age, yes?”

“Mmmmm-hmmmm,” she  gurgled an answer, then released me. “I’ve noticed that mine are long… thinner than a lot of girls have, but longer.”

Indeed they stood out like tan pink spikes, well over half an inch from the darker pinkish-brown areolae that encircled them. We sat silently for a few moments until I noticed a movement on my other side, and we looked over to find Justin caressing his verrry erect cock.

“It’s pretty hot to watch her do that, Aunt Leslie… really… it makes my stomach feel all goosey to see it.”

I reached my hand over, palm down. “Pull back the skin, Justin, and rub the tip back and forth across my palm.”

He did just that, and immediately his breathing quickened. “That’s the way I do it on my top sheet in the mornings sometimes,” he admitted, so quietly it was nearly a whisper. I licked the palm of my hand and put it back for him to continue.

“There… doesn’t it feel better when there’s something slippery for it to slide against?”

He nodded, holding his impressively long rigid member in his hand, and moved it slowly back and forth, the very tip rubbing against my palm. He turned his head toward me and I adjusted so that my right nipple was available.

“Just imitate what Juli is doing, honey,” I sighed, and felt his mouth capture my nipple, pulling, sucking, tongue washing over it as if he had done this a thousand times. My stomach churned as I felt the warmth of my two darlings, now feeling their own urges, and now understanding how natural and beautiful it is to let them flow, sharing openly the feelings they generate.

It didn’t take long for Justin’s hips to buck, and his voice to cry out, “Oh my godddd Aunt Leslie, it’s gonna happennnnnn.”

I felt the first hot spurt, on my palm, and moved my hand so I could see. Juli leaned out a bit so she could see better as well, and three or four more spurts of boy cream shot into the air.

“Goooood,” I crooned softly. “Soooo good, Justin, and I wrapped my arm around him to pull him closer as his spasms finished.

His cum had landed on his wrist and on his belly, and he seemed to not know what to do with it, so I reached over with my off hand and wiped it upwards, onto his chest, with my fingers. There wasn’t a lot, but more than I had expected. He flinched just a bit at first, but when I then wiped it onto my own chest, just between my tits, he relaxed.

Juli was wide-eyed. “It’s a mess,” she croaked.

“Oh, but it is such a good mess, Juli. It’s just a natural part of our body fluids, like the juices that our pussies produce. Some girls produce lots more than I do, but there was a bunch from me just a little bit ago, wasn’t there!”

I reached to Justin again and coated my fingers once more with the remains of his orgasm. I brought it to my nose, sniffed, and offered my fingers to Juli.

“See, not much there to smell.” Then I licked my fingers clean. “And it doesn’t really taste like all that much, either, just a little salty, and if it is from someone special, like Justin is special, then it’s really a treat for a girl.”

“That is like waaay beyond cool,” Justin cooed, and I asked Juli if she would like to try a drop.

“Wellllll, okay, I guess,” she said, and gamely licked a taste of her brother’s sperm from my fingertips. She didn’t react to the taste at all, and so I gave her another dollop, effectively finishing what was on Justin’s belly.

“It’s really not so bad,” she concluded. “Actually, it’s not as bad as some of the stuff we have to eat that’s like ‘good for us’… think brussels sprouts?” she giggled. And she suckled a little harder on my fingers, cleaning and tasting and using her mouth and tongue like a kitten on its paw.

“You two will get lots of chances to taste our girl juice, too,” I continued. “I think you will like that, too, Juli, when the time comes. I think you will be a natural.”

“I don’t feel like a natural right now,” Juli pouted. “You two both got to finish, and now I feel like it’s my turn!”

“You are soooo right, sexy one,” I responded. “Here, turn yourself so your head is on the pillow at the end of the couch, and put your right foot up on the back, like that.”

I moved her left foot up onto my knee and slid down a little more, spreading her long coltish legs wider. She had sprouted a very sparse growth of blonde hair on the mound above her smooth bald pussy lips, and I reached over to tug it and comb it, letting the feeling of my fingertips on her sensitive mons start her motor.

Her hands went to her smallish tits, and her eyes locked onto mine as she began to play. Justin leaned into me from the right, resting his head on my tit and his hand on my thigh, watching, breathing softly against me. I ran my fingers down Juli’s young vulva, and back up again.

“Show Justin your clitty, now, darling,” I instructed, and she reached both hands to part her lips, spreading them like I had done until her little pink bud came into view. She was a very wet girl, showing all the signs of a body mature enough to respond to the sexual play she had seen and felt.

I grabbed a small pillow from the floor and she lifted her hips as I slid it under her. “There, now we can see just what we need to see. Juli… is it okay… that we see?”

“I want you to see,” she whispered, “just like you showed us. I mean, it’s only fair, and besides,” she blushed a little, “it excites me when you see.”

If I didn’t know already, I knew then that my little minx of a niece was turning into a full-fledged sexual being. I reached out with my left hand palm up and slid my thumb neatly into her slick pussy.  My fingers ran naturally in between her bottom cheeks, and she wiggled herself onto them. Her face flushed even more, and she used one hand to keep herself spread, and licked the other set of fingers, coating them with saliva for her clit. What a fox! She knew exactly how to do it, fingertips rolling and then flicking and then rolling her young bud while I used my thumb to keep her feeling at least a little bit filled.

“Ohhhh god Aunt Leslie, I love that… fuck my little pussy for me.”

She was becoming our total leader in naughty language. It seemed to spur her on to hear her own voice uttering words she knew her mother thought to be dirty, but which only served to entice me more, and also served to make my adult heart beat rapidly and my woman pussy warm again.

“Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh,” she cried, barely audible, but matching the thrusting motion of her slim girl hips.

“Good, Juli… sooo good, baby. I love how your pussy is so tight on my thumb. Fuck my thumb, sweetheart, pull it right inside you,” I mouthed.

My fingers ran up and down over her puckered bottom hole as she moved, and she was totally lost in her own pleasure.

“This is how a girl fucks, Justin,” I offered.

“I know,” he said in return, “at least I know now. I just wish it was me, I think.”

His hand was boldly cupping my pussy as we watched, stroking it, feeling it, learning me as Juli bucked herself harder, her young girl juices beginning to flow out around my thumb.

And then she mewed a deep throaty sound like a siren beginning, just the start of it, and then starting again, and over and over again as her orgasm flowed through her body. I could feel her pussy hot inside, tightening as its spasms pulled at my thumb. I let the tip of one finger slip more firmly around her anal opening, lubricated by the running down of her own wetness. I felt it tighten and spasm along with her pussy as I caressed it, while she held her own legs wide apart and thrust her young bare pelvis forward with instinctive motions against my hand.

“See, Justin?… See how beautiful she is when she cums? Just like you were, lost in the world of her high. You must always sense where a girl is in her cum, and do it harder, or softer, whatever she seems to need, or asks for, if she is able to. But you must be aware of her sensitive spots, feel for them, listen and feel for her reactions to your touches, and always do what feels the very best for her.”

I tilted my head to one side and smiled as Juli began to come down. “Got it?”

He nodded and eased up a little with his fingers on my slick labia, lifting them to his nose, then daring to taste a bit from his fingers as Juli’s hard breathing began to subside. Her slim body jerked slightly when I removed my thumb and ran it a little across her clit, and she put her hand on it, signaling that she just wanted to be still.

“The time may come, darling niece, when you will want to continue right through the super sensitivity, and go for a second round. I can remember doing that… doing multiple orgasms, but sometimes it is overwhelming to go right from one to the other. Sometimes we need a little recovery first… but sometimes the recovery diminishes the feeling, and it’s time to stop. It’s all okay, Juli, whichever way. It’s all soooo good, and so good to share.”

She smiled and nodded, our eyes locked in wonder with each other, and she blew me a kiss with her other hand.

“You were great, sis!” Justin’s enthusiastic offering broke the silence of our closeness. “You were like totally awesome!! It must have felt just like it did for me.”

I pulled my hand from Juli’s sopping pussy and licked a little, then moved it to Juli’s face.

“Taste yourself, sweetheart. You’ll find that we girls all taste just a little different, but we taste sexy and delicious, just like you do, but all in different ways.”

She didn’t hesitate, and I give her lots of credit for her open mind about inhaling her own slippery wetness, lapping it, and then sucking it from my fingers, from my palm.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Learn to enjoy all of that. The time will come when you’ll have an opportunity to get it right from the source, and the more open to that you are, and the more you can honestly enjoy it, the more your girlfriends will feel like you deserve the same intimate treatment from them.”

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