Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Alfie Atkins

Marisa felt the softness of Carlie’s lips on her own. Felt the gentle pressure of her mouth, the warm wetness of those tasty lips, and it felt like she was sinking into some deep dreamland.

She had waited and dreamed of this moment for so long. But now that the moment was upon her, she was tense with apprehension, unsure of how to deal with it. As Carlie tried to take the kiss deeper, part of Marisa complied, part of her resisted. She wanted this, yet she knew it was wrong. The fact that her body was wracked with helpless desire only made the guilt worse. She had to stop this now, before it went any further.

Carlie, mistaking Marisa’s reluctance for fear, drew slowly away from her sister’s lips, and leaned in close to her ear. Her warm breath on Marisa’s earlobe was enough to send a fresh flood of desire leaking from the younger sibling’s pussy, and she struggled to resist it.

“Oh, Marisa, my sweet baby sister, love of my life, don’t be scared,” Carlie murmured in her husky voice, so soft and sexy in Marisa’s throbbing ear. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to love you? All of those nights with you sitting next to me, I could feel your sweet thigh against mine, and I wanted you so badly I was almost bursting. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. I want to cherish you and love you, Marisa. I want your first time to be with me.”

Carlie’s words were soothing and arousing — and as she whispered them, Marisa felt her body melting, drifting. She yearned to let go, to allow Carlie to take control of her body, her desires, her passion, her life. It felt so right, yet at the same time so wrong. But Marisa could not deny the effect Carlie was having on her, and wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

Is it really a sin to love? Marisa asked herself.

Reaching out, Carlie switched off the light. The cloak of darkness shrouded the girls. It had the effect of making Marisa feel safe, somehow, but a hint of fear still lingered. Carlie put out a hand and cupped Marisa’s face, and Marisa reveled in the feel of her big sister’s touch — the silky softness of her palm, the scent of Carlie’s desire still fresh on her fingers.

Lightly, yet so arousingly, Carlie traced the outline of Marisa’s mouth with her moist finger, sliding the tip ever so slightly between her younger sister’s lips, causing Marisa to shudder a little in mixed excitement and pleasure. It was the single most erotic moment of Marisa’s life thus far, and she was shocked at how a single touch could arouse her so thoroughly.

So close to her ear Carlie’s tongue was grazing it, Marisa felt the sensation before she heard the words. “Oh, Marisa, let me love you. Let me show you the joys of love. I’ve wanted you for so long. I want to be your first, Marisa. Will you let me?”

Marisa’s head was a muddle of confusion, but she was aware of two things above all: Carlie’s hand cupping her face, and a searing desire that seemed to rush through her body in steady surges.

“But what about Ebonie?” Marisa whispered, glancing nervously at their sleeping baby sister, across the room in her own bed. “If she saw us doing this, she’ll tell Mum and Dad for sure, you know that — and they’d murder us!” She knew that this was nothing but a last ditch effort to stall Carlie’s seduction, even though, in her heart of hearts, Marisa wasn’t sure she even wanted her older sibling to stop.

Carlie glanced over at where Ebonie lay in the darkness, and Marisa did the same; from the blurry shadow revealed, the youngest sibling was still deep in slumber.

“Oh, Marisa… when she’s asleep, almost nothing can wake Ebonie, you know that,” Carlie coaxed. “Don’t worry about her. Just give in to the pleasure. Let me guide you.”

Carlie was tender with her, yet eager and desperate too, so there was an element of rough passion in their lovemaking. The older sister immediately took charge, enjoying the responses of Marisa’s healthy virgin body. Carlie’s mouth pressed against Marisa’s, and it became immediately apparent that she’d had a lot of practice at kissing.

With gentle expertise, Carlie planted her parted lips on Marisa’s, drawing the kiss out — and within seconds, her sly tongue had eagerly worked its way into her sister’s innocent mouth, circling and parrying with Marisa’s tongue. As they kissed, Carlie extended both hands to touch Marisa’s bare breasts, which she cupped and squeezed gently, her thumbs and forefingers pinching the nipples, lightly tugging them, making her younger sister’s pussy pulse in response.

Wave after wave of desire washed over Marisa. She had now capitulated entirely to her sister’s expert caresses, and her hot pussy was throbbing its approval. But God, what Marisa wouldn’t give at that moment to feel Carlie’s expert fingers sliding roughly in and out of her wetness, thumb flicking her clit, just as the older girl had done while Marisa watched her masturbate. She was trembling with the need for release — surely if Carlie continued to shower affection of her breasts, she would come without having had so much as a finger laid upon her pussy.

But then Carlie paused, broke away from their kiss, and gazed down at her sister. All Marisa could see of the girl’s face in the darkness was the gleam of her eyes. Suddenly, Carlie ducked her head down to Marisa’s body, licking her neck, nibbling and sucking gently. Marisa squirmed on the bedsheets, feeling the wetness of her pussy seeping onto them. Her thighs parted wider and wider, as she waited to feel the hands and tongue of her big sister.

Carlie lay between the girl’s open thighs, letting her tongue roam from Marisa’s swan-like neck down to the firm and throbbing breasts that seemed to beg her to kiss them. She took hold of a soft breast and began to suckle the tip, her tongue swirling about the areole, pushing the puckering nipple from side to side.

Marisa emitted a breathy gasp, almost swooning with pleasure. As Carlie sucked, she ran her free hand gently down her sister’s flat stomach, swirling her fingernails lightly over the soft flesh, tickling in a way that made Marisa’s head spin. Her hand went slowly lower and lower, nearer and nearer to the pussy that awaited her touch.

Just as she reached the top of Marisa’s bush, Carlie removed her teasing hand, took her mouth away from the younger girl’s breast, and rolled over onto her back.

Marisa gazed imploringly at her sister in the darkness, positive that she could hear her laughing lightly. “Damn it, Carlie!” she whispered, frustrated beyond endurance.

Whatever protests the girl intended to make died on her lips when Carlie took Marisa’s hand, brought it to her face and took two fingers into her warm, moist mouth. As she nibbled and sucked at them, Carlie reached down to lightly place her hand lightly on Marisa’s sex. Not rubbing or touching, just resting there, cupping the moist, heated flesh.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you want in a minute, baby sister,” Carlie cooed. “But first, I want you to do something for me. No fair, you getting all the pleasure.” Marisa lay so close to Carlie that her nipples were brushing the older girl’s side.

Gently licking her sister’s fingertips, Carlie whispered, “Touch me, Marisa. Now.”

Marisa shivered at the hint of iron in her sister’s voice — and it wasn’t because she was scared.

Nervous but still eager, Marisa reached out to caress Carlie’s plump, wet little pussy.

“Like this?” she asked, as she lightly separated the lips, finding them wet and hot, ready for her.

“Oh yes. Like that, Marisa,” Carlie moaned, bucking her hips. “Slide your fingers inside me now, then open my cunt and find my clit.”

Spurred on by this dirty talk, Marisa parted the lips of her sister’s pussy, immediately finding the engorged clit. She quickly became aware that Carlie was imitating these actions on her own sex.

As Carlie’s fingers found her own clitoris, Marisa was finding it harder to concentrate. She began to rub at the little button — slowly at first, sliding in the juices of Carlie’s pussy, then faster and faster, circling the tiny nub with deft, rapid strokes.

Carlie copied this on her sister, and Marisa felt the orgasm already begin to sweep through her prone body, her cunt throbbing so violently she seriously expected to pass out. As she continued to finger her sister’s pussy, feeling the heat rising in her body, hearing Carlie gasp and moan, she was suddenly aware of rough hands pushing her away, throwing her back down on the bed.

Shock turned to violent passion when she felt Carlie’s hands pressing her arms down to the bed, the older girl’s face thrusting between her parted thighs. Carlie’s tongue lashed out at her pussy and began to lick eagerly at the wetness there.

Marisa closed her eyes, crying out loud as Carlie pressed her tongue found her clit and began to flick at it. Then her sister’s tongue darted down to the opening, plunged deep within, making Marisa gasp — then out again, licking furiously at the clit once more.

It was all Marisa could do to stop herself from screaming as an orgasm overcame her, one so powerful it felt as if her heart might well burst through her chest. Carlie was sucking at her clit while one finger, then two, easily slid deep into her vagina — plunging in and out, roughly and rapidly, driving her over the edge.

“Oh. Oh, fuck!” she croaked, as monstrous waves of pleasure built up and burst over the overwhelmed girl, making her body shake helplessly.

Before she could begin to recover, Carlie had pounced upon her, seizing her hand and thrusting it between her legs, forcing two fingers into her own pussy. Dazed, but eager to please her sister as Carlie had done for her, Marisa fucked her big sister hard, plunging brutally in and out. Instinctively, her thumb went out and began to rub Carlie’s clit.

Within seconds, Carlie was coming too, her body shuddering, legs twitching as she hissed out obscenities. As the contractions flooded over her body, her buttocks clenching and unclenching, Carlie gasped out, “Oh, Marisa, you are so fuckin’ perfect. Make me come. Touch me, that’s it. Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming now, c-can you feel it?”

Sure enough, Marisa felt the force of Carlie’s release; felt the contractions deep within her as the older girl’s cunt sucked hungrily at her fingers, the hot, wet flesh pulsing and throbbing, thick, warm juices flowing like wine.

Carlie moaned softly as the last of the contractions died away, and her thighs, squeezing Marisa’s hand in a vice-like grip, softened their hold, slackening, then falling limply to either side. Marisa was shocked at the intensity of her sister’s explosion; although her own orgasm had been massive, she’d never seen a reaction like that!

Carlie turned to her sister in the darkness and threw both arms around her, pressing their bodies together. Marisa felt the slickness of their embrace as she held Carlie close, squeezing her so tightly that the older girl felt short of breath. Carlie’s breasts were damp with sweat, the nipples still hard from their lovemaking.

Gentle hands reached out and brushed Marisa’s hair away from her damp face, tenderly cupping her chin. With love and deep understanding, Carlie planted the gentlest of kisses on her glistening brow. There was so much love in that kiss that Marisa was shocked by it. She’d thought that now their passion had been sated, at least for the time being, Carlie would ask her to leave the bed, tell her that what they’d done had to remain ‘our little secret’, and that would be the end of that.

But Carlie was holding her with so much tenderness and warmth that Marisa felt herself falling into an even deeper infatuation with her beautiful, sexy sister.

“Oh, Marisa,” Carlie whispered, “that was so wonderful. I’ve never, ever come like that before. You’re the only person who can make me feel this way. And I know it’s wrong, but I also know that I could never love anyone else like this. I’ve wanted you for so long, I want you now, and I’ll never stop wanting you. Please say that I can explore that beautiful body of yours again… and that you and I will make love many, many more times?” Carlie fell silent, still holding Marisa close, waiting for an answer.

Marisa lay in the dark, studying the silhouette of her sister’s face, wondering what she would be getting herself in for if she let this whole crazy affair continue. But she had to admit that Carlie was right — she, too, had never felt anything like that before, and she wanted more of it. Much more.

Right or wrong, she didn’t want to lose these feelings, or refuse the chance to explore them again and again with her beloved big sister. So when she said, “Yes, Carlie… I want that too,” Marisa knew that she was making the right decision.

Carlie snuggled contentedly into her sister and, lying side by side, snuggled close together, the girls both fell asleep.

Continue on to Part Three