Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassie

For Justine, the day passed far too quickly. They spent a little more time in the surroundings of Dover Castle, laughing and joking all the while, learning more about each other — what they liked and disliked, what they got out of life, what they wanted out of life.

For Kelly, it was finding the soul mate she’d never had. For Justine, it was finding the love of her life.

Everything Kelly did — from the little sidelong smiles behind the curls of her red hair, to the way she’d kick up little clouds of dirt with the toe of her foot as she walked — everything about her was perfect. Even her “estuary” accent, her voice and her mannerisms were charming.

On the way home, Justine asked one of the questions she’d been thinking about.

“Kelly, you told me earlier that you’d had an accident ‘down there’. Was it really bad?”

At once, the tone of the conversation changed. The once smiling Kelly became morose and quiet. Justine knew that she’d just made a serious error, and did something she learned once from a management course at work. She jerked as though hit by an electric shock, making the steering wheel wobble and the car veer left, then right. Both girls cried out, and Justine slowed the car down and stopped beside the road.

“Are you all right?” Kelly said, reaching over and putting a hand on Justine’s knee.

Justine pretended to be stunned for a second, then returned a shaky smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. Feels like I got an electric shock or something from the steering wheel. I’m okay now.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Really. I’m fine.”

Justine revved the engine and pulled back out onto the road. She felt Kelly squeeze her knee for reassurance, and smiled inwardly. Sneaky bitch, she thought of herself. You upset your twin sister, then get her to touch your thigh. Nice.

Once they were moving, Justine talked about an incident years ago where she’d been hit by an electric shock at a supermarket. She supposed she was simply prone to that kind of thing now. They returned to their casual chitchat, and Justine made a careful mental note to herself about where the boundaries of their relationship lay.

Back at Kelly’s house, the Ashford girl insisted that Justine stay for dinner. Justine put up a paper fight against it, but was very easily swayed. Truth be known, it would have taken wild horses to drag her away.

And so, as the evening drew in and the moon peeped out, the two identical women shared a brief meal together, then sat and enjoyed a bad bottle of red wine. It was truly awful, but made the two of them loosen up a bit more. They spoke about schoolgirl crushes and the silly things they did at college.

Then Kelly grew wistful as she spoke of her late husband Dave. It was uncomfortable for Justine to listen to this — she wanted to talk about each other, damn it, not some man who still held a corner of Kelly’s heart — but her sister was in the mood to talk of intimate things, and wasn’t about to stop. She spoke of missing her husband, and of some of the romantic things he’d done for her, but there was also a detachment to what she said. There was something else about her marriage to Dave, a thing she couldn’t express, nor Justine identify. It led the two into an awkward silence, and Justine muttered something about maybe going home.

Kelly, at once, sprang to life again and sat forward in the sofa she’d been curled up into.

“You can’t go! Not in your state!”

“I could get a taxi, maybe, if I had to,” muttered Justine.

Kelly giggled, rose from the sofa, came over to Justine’s armchair and took her sister’s hand.

“You ain’t going anywhere, sis,” she said, then surprised herself. “Hey, I called you ‘sis’!” she said, amazed at her own choice of words. The two giggled, and Justine clung to Kelly’s hand.

“Are you sure?” she said, trying to sound genuine.

“’Course I am!” said Kelly. She stood up, a little unsteadily, beckoning for Justine to follow her. “So we might as well get cozy and have another bottle of wine, right?”

Justine smiled.

It was halfway through their next bottle that Justine realised she was getting pretty drunk. And so, clearly, was Kelly. So it only came as a little shock when Kelly suddenly became conspiratorial and said, “Hey, d’ya wanna see something?”

Justine grinned and nodded. Kelly looked over both shoulders — for dramatic effect, Justine suspected — then stood up and unbuttoned her combat trousers. Justine immediately felt a quickening of her heartbeat, but watched; rapt.

“I ain’t showed no one this since Dave died,” said Kelly, pushing her trousers down below her hips and stepping out of them. Justine ran her eyes up and down Kelly’s long, smooth legs. Are mine like that? she wondered. Kelly then hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and slipped them, too, down her legs. Justine felt her heart thud inside her chest. It was like seeing something incredibly taboo, and extraordinarily exciting. “But we’re sisters, right?” Kelly said. Justine nodded.

“Look,” Kelly said, running a finger down the side of her mons as she covered herself with her other hand.

Justine got onto her hands and knees and crawled over to where Kelly stood. She stopped, still kneeling, on the floor in front of her half-naked sister. She gazed at the finger Kelly stroked along the side of her pubis. The skin between her legs was completely bald; not a hair or a piece of shaved stubble on it. Along the skin where Kelly placed her finger was a long, jagged red scar. The skin had healed over a long time ago, but the flesh had puckered badly and the scar ran further than Justine could see.

“Pretty fuckin’ ugly, right?” said Kelly, laughing.

Justine didn’t want to laugh. She didn’t think it was ugly, either. She thought it was beautiful and wanted nothing more than to lean across and kiss it. Kiss it better, and keep on kissing it. Somehow, in some way she would later fail to understand, she managed to resist that urge. But her heart was pumping, the wine was tingling in her veins, and her body was getting flushed with an extraordinary desire.

There was a brief pause as this scenario seemed to stop time for a moment, then awkward reality set back in.

Kelly shrugged, made a brief clucking noise and stepped back, bending down to retrieve her panties and combat trousers. As she pulled them up, a dazed Justine sat back against the sofa, feeling a strange mixture of foolishness, pity, envy and guilt. Especially guilt.

What on earth was she doing, staring at her new sister’s private parts like that? Even though she’d been invited to look, it was too much. Justine desperately wanted to clear her head, run away, take Kelly in her arms, and drink more wine, all at the same time. She felt young and foolish, not at all like the professional grown-up woman she was supposed to be. Trying and failing to think of the right thing to say, Justine rose unsteadily and said she needed to use the toilet.

As she walked up the stairs to the small but neat bathroom Kelly had, Justine tried to calm her racing pulse. She shut the door behind her and sat for a moment on the closed lid of the toilet, struggling to gather her thoughts.

Nothing came. She was a blank. A void. She couldn’t even find a conflict within her mind to wrestle over. She was just a bag of nerves and emotions.

Shaking off the urge to have a good cry, she stood up, splashed her face with water and trudged back downstairs.

Kelly had turned on the TV while Justine was upstairs and looked back, smiling, as Justine re-entered the room. “Hey, you. I was just catching up on the news.”

Kelly reached for the remote control, but Justine stopped her. “Let’s find out what the latest crises are, shall we?”

Rather than plonk back down on the armchair she’d been in earlier, Justine walked over to the sofa that Kelly was curled up on. Without a word, Kelly uncurled her legs to make room for her twin sister.

The two sat amiably for twenty minutes — watching the news, only saying a word here or there. Finally Kelly yawned and, caught by the same infection, Justine held a hand over her mouth as she yawned too. They glanced at each other and grinned.

“Right pair of party animals we are, right?” said Kelly.

Justine nodded. “Is there anything else on?”

“Let’s have a look, then,” said Kelly, fiddling with the remote control buttons. She started cycling through a host of TV and movie channels. “So many damn channels,” she mumbled. “Haven’t even looked at half of these. What’s that one?”

“It’s, erm, something about an action game show… or something,” Justine said, equally unsure.

“Action game show? Bloody weird.”

They sat together, Kelly cycling through the networks until Justine suddenly stopped her, caught by a crazy idea that momentarily flashed through her brain. “Go back! Go back to that last one a few channels ago.”

Kelly cycled back and Justine said, “There! Stop on that one. I love this show!”

Kelly frowned, straining to look at the screen. “The L Word? Isn’t that the lesbian show?”

“More like Sex in the City, but, um, with only girls!” said Justine, trying to sound enthusiastic. In truth, she’d never seen the show before.

They sat silently for a while and watched as the characters interacted in a scene where one woman was reluctantly leaving her lover. It ended with a brief kissing scene as the two women struggled with their feelings for each other.

“Blimey,” said Kelly, her eyes going wide in awe. Justine gave her a sidelong glance but didn’t speak as the action began to heat up a little between the two actresses.

The scene moved on and, a little later, Justine casually said, “That blonde girl’s very pretty.”

Kelly made a ‘mmm-hmm’ sound, but did not elaborate. After a while, she turned to her sister. “You’re… into women? I thought you was engaged or something,” she said, quietly.

Justine tried to be nonchalant. “Yeah, but I’ve always been kinda broad-minded, and this is a great show,” she said.

They watched in silence for a moment.

“Y’know, Dave used to tell me off sometimes,” Kelly offered.

Justine eased a hand across the small space between them and poked a finger playfully into Kelly’s ribs. “Because you’re no good at rhyming?”

Kelly shot her sister a brief smile, then turned back to the TV. Her hand reflexively made a move toward Justine’s, then slowly withdrew without making contact.

“Nah. Nothing like that,” she said. Her voice was sad, somehow. Justine bit her lip, waiting for Kelly to continue.

“He was a very routine man, my Dave,” Kelly said, lost in some kind of memory. “Liked his things just so, and didn’t have any truck with nonsense.”

There was another pause as another scene played between two different women. Justine was aware that her hand, which had only just poked her sister’s ribs, was still resting on Kelly’s hip. She squeezed gently; a show of support.

“When we were married,” Kelly said, her gaze fixed on the TV but still in a faraway place, “Dave used to like making love every Saturday morning and every Sunday night. Very regular. Very… ordinary. No fancy stuff. Once or twice, I brought home some nice underwear and he liked that.” Kelly smiled at the memory, and turned the sad smile to face her sister. “But then, I went to one Ann Summers’ party — you know the kind, right? Well, I got some kinky outfits. Nothing weird. Just a bit of PVC with fluffy cuffs and that kind of thing.”

She paused for another moment; lost once more in thought. “Dave hated it. Called me a slut. Said I was no better than a bloody pervert.”

There was lull in which a terrible silence could have developed, but Justine couldn’t let herself sit still. She shifted in the sofa and leaned across to her sister, enfolding her in a gentle embrace.

At first Kelly didn’t move. Then, as Justine’s hug squeezed some genuine love and affection into her, Kelly unwrapped her arms and put them round her sister, holding her close.

They stayed that way for a long while, then Justine breathed into her sister’s ear that it would all be okay. Kelly nodded, but silent tears ran down her cheeks and muffled any reply.

The two finally broke apart, but still held onto each other’s hands. Kelly didn’t seem to care that her face was tear-streaked. She stared again at the TV, not really watching. Before long, though, she found herself engrossed in the plot once more.

Eventually, the show finished. Kelly turned and smiled awkwardly at Justine. “Gotta admit, I was getting quite into that at the end,” she said.

Justine rolled her eyes. “Broadminded, right? See, we must be sisters!”

“Must be,” Kelly laughed, squeezing her sister’s hand.

Justine felt her heart beat a little faster. “Shall I stay here on the sofa, then?” she said, nodding toward the clock.

Kelly bristled. “‘Course not! No twin sister of mine stays on a bloody sofa! I’ve got the spare room all set. It’s upstairs, across the landing from my room.”

“Come on,” she continued, punching the remote control to kill the TV picture. Kelly stood up and held out a hand for her sister.

Justine looked up and smiled as she saw Kelly standing over her, extending her hand. She took it and stood up. For a brief moment, the two were as close together as lovers, and Justine felt the warmth of Kelly’s breath on her cheek. She could smell the mix of cheap wine and some fragrance that was similar to her own but subtly different. She felt the heat and proximity of the other woman’s body as the two stood awkwardly for a moment, smiling shyly at one another.

“Come on,” Kelly said again, turning away and moving off. Once again, Justine felt that primal urge to reach out and touch her sister, draw her close, hold her tight. And once again, she resisted that urge. Instead, she followed Kelly up the narrow staircase to her first floor, then along the corridor.

“Here’s your room,” said Kelly, opening the door to a small room with one window at the far side. There was a single bed, a large prefabricated wooden wardrobe, a small chest of drawers and not much else in the room. A typical spare room that never got furnished because it never got used.

Justine looked round, and smiled wanly at her sister. “Where’s your room again?” she asked.

“At the other end,” said Kelly, jerking a thumb over her shoulder. “Just past the stairs. The bathroom’s that first door on the right, almost opposite. Help yourself to anything you need. There’s an unused toothbrush in the cabinet.”

“Thanks,” said Justine. “I’ll check my e-mails and let you use the bathroom first.”

Kelly arched an eyebrow. “E-mails?”

Justine fished out the Blackberry from her pocket. “Ten quid says I’ve got at least three from work.”

“At this bloody hour? On the weekend? Euggh. Good luck.”

Kelly leaned across and embraced her sister briefly, a small, shoulder to shoulder embrace, then kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Night-night.”

“‘Night, Kelly,” Justine replied. She watched her sister leave and then closed the door. She sat down on the bed to take a deep breath and calm her beating heart.

*****

Justine waited until she couldn’t hear any movement outside her room, then padded out into the hallway, still in her clothes. The house seemed still, quiet. She entered the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth with the toothbrush Kelly had left. Tying her hair into a rough ponytail, Justine padded back to the guest room. The house was very quiet by this time, and she was able to gather her thoughts.

She shut herself back into the room and slowly undressed. The day had been a long one, but somehow, the moments together with Kelly had flown by. It was warm in the room and Justine sat on the bed, naked. She thought back to each moment she spent with Kelly and tried to think through what had happened.

There was this awful nervousness between them, and that was natural — but there were also moments of brilliant clarity, and something close to sameness where they copied or shared a gesture, or way of saying something. Neither could have done those things consciously. And there had been a wonderful intimacy, too — holding hands, smiling with lips and eyes, the closeness. And honesty. That was the thing, Justine decided. There was the brutal honesty. Kelly had offered up her most vivid secrets to Justine. Secrets you would never tell someone you didn’t trust, or care for — or love.

And what had Justine offered in return? Had she spoken of her relationship with David? Her extraordinary visit to Portugal, the excitement and shame of her first sex with another woman? Her friendship with Jan, the website editor? No. She had not talked about any of those things.

Justine’s guilt began to consume her. She hadn’t told Kelly those things — but even worse, she’d omitted the most important secret of all; the one she simply had to share. That she loved Kelly, loved her in a way that no woman, no sister, could easily admit to. And that was the truth that really mattered.

Justine sat for a long time and wrestled with these thoughts. And, after a long time she stood, her mind made up. Slipping into panties and a t-shirt, she took a deep breath, then opened the bedroom door.

She made her way down the lit hallway, all but oblivious to the rest of the world around her, eyes fixed on the door that separated her from Kelly. Her mind was a wild whirl of impressions, all centered around her sister: memories of the day they had just shared, images of a childhood that should have been spent with Kelly but weren’t, fantasies of what the future might hold for her — for them.

All these things rattled through Justine’s head as she stepped up to the door and laid her fingers on the handle. She gripped the cold metal knob and turned, then the door slowly opened, admitting her to Kelly’s bedroom.

Justine felt a moment of panic as the reality of what she was doing began to assert itself. The room was dark, gloomy, and there was nothing she could see by. No faint shaft of moonlight through a window. No nightlight fixed to the skirting board.

That sense of panic began to rise inside, flowing from her chest to her throat, threatening to paralyse her. But then Justine saw movement — a shape beneath a duvet shifted in the dark and she realised she could see after all.

There was a pause as Justine began to speak — but suddenly she was unable to, the things she wanted to say vanished in a heartbeat.

The duvet moved again and a form rose on one elbow. “Justine? Is that you?” The voice was bleary, thick with freshly-blanketed sleep.

In her mind, Justine smiled and sighed, saying: Yes, it’s me, Justine. I’ve come here because I’m in love with you, and I need to tell you that. But from her incapable, treacherous mouth, no words came.

Kelly shielded her eyes from the corona of the hallway light that framed her sister’s outline. “Justine? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Concern. And love. Justine could hear nothing but love and concern in Kelly’s tone. And finally, her own voice began to work again.

“I’m… I was scared,” she said. “Of the dark.”

There was an awkward pause, and then the duvet shifted for a third time. Justine saw Kelly’s form shuffle to one side beneath the covers, making a gap where her body had been.

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay,” Kelly murmured comfortingly. “Come and sleep with me. There’s plenty of room.”

It was an invitation Justine couldn’t refuse. Coming closer, she placed the palm of her hand onto the bed. It was warm. Warm from her sister’s body, and so soothing to touch.

She slipped quietly under the duvet as her sister shifted to make more space. Justine drew the covers over her body and felt the heat, the immediacy of her sister, now lying next to her.

The scent of Kelly filled Justine’s nostrils and she knew that never in her life had she ever felt such perfect eroticism or belonging. This was where she was meant to be, by her sister’s side.

Kelly lay quietly, her back to Justine. She reached behind and groped for her sister’s hand. She found it.

“It’ll be okay, sis,” she said, sleepily. “You’ll be fine. Rest now.”

Justine held onto her sister’s hand for as long as she could, then released it.

Later, when she was sure that Kelly was fast asleep, Justine dared to shift in minute increments under the duvet covers, drawing towards her sister’s sleeping form. When at last, she could feel the length of Kelly’s sleeping body pressed against her own, Justine felt as if that her heart might burst with love.

But it didn’t. And in the morning, their bodies had somehow reversed, and Justine woke to the smell and feel of Kelly’s embrace at her back. She lay still, bathing in that perfect, magical moment, not wanting to awaken her sister and break the spell.

And when Kelly dragged herself from her slumber, the biggest surprise Justine had was the tightening of her sister’s embrace, drawing their bodies even closer together.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.“

“Hey there, yourself.“

Justine closed her eyes, feeling a prickle of absolute bliss as Kelly planted a warm kiss on her neck.

“Let’s not get up right away,” Kelly yawned. “I feel like being lazy today, how about you?”

“Oh, I’m happy just like this,” Justine replied, fully aware of the truth in her words.

The two young sisters lay in bed together, resting peacefully.

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