Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Jojo Starr

Daria was in a haze when she heard a soft, rhythmic rustling. She had just fallen asleep. Why am I awake again?

Her adrenaline started to rush as she realized the rustling was coming from within her own room. Her heart was now pounding and she was wide awake. She kept as still as possible and opened her eyes.

As her eyes began to focus, she realized she was looking across the room at her sister’s bed. She could see movement, and it was clearly corresponding to the rhythmic rustling sounds. She felt another heavy jolt of adrenaline as she realized it was her sister who was moving rhythmically.

Is she… is Miley humping her bed?

From what Daria could tell, it sure looked like it! As her eyes focused further, she could see that Miley was lying on her stomach, her face pressed down into her mattress, and her hips were slightly raised, pushing up and down into the bed. She could hear Miley gasping and panting as she thrust her hips down, over and over.

Daria felt her body instantly filled with adrenaline and incredible excitement. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Miley is masturbating!

Daria instantly felt a twitching and a heavy throbbing between her legs. She thought to herself over and over that she must be dreaming, but this was definitely too real to be a dream. She was actually watching her little sister hump her bed.

Daria’s heart pounded like crazy. She’d never felt so hot and excited before – at least while she was awake. She dared not move though, for fear Miley would see her and stop what she was doing. She just lay there, watching, feeling herself get hotter and hotter by the second.

Miley’s breathing got heavier, the rustling got louder, and soon Miley’s bed began to creak. Miley was pushing her hips hard and fast now and Daria had a desperate urge to touch herself. The sight before her was doing incredible things to her body.

Miley now began thrusting her hips hard, grunting softly. Then, after two really hard thrusts, Daria actually heard her little sister give a muffled squeal into the mattress, and she instantly knew her sister was coming.

The intense heat and arousal that gripped Daria’s body at that moment was indescribable. She held her breath for fear of panting herself! All she could do was squeeze her legs together tightly to alleviate the heavy throbbing that was occurring between her legs.

A few seconds later, it was over, and Miley had collapsed against her bed. Daria still dared not move. She had to wait until she was sure Miley was asleep. And then she heard her sister move, pulling something out from under the sheets. It was her pillow. Miley threw it up at the top of her bed.

With a shock, Daria realized Miley had been humping her pillow. She was suddenly seized with another wave of intense arousal that surprised her.

At this point, lying still was absolute torture. Daria was wide awake, filled with incredible energy and sexual arousal. She had just watched her sister masturbate and Daria realized it had gotten her just as hot, if not hotter, than any of the dreams she’d had about Miley. This is real. This really happened. If only I could just move. But she held still, waiting patiently.

It only seemed like more than a minute or two had passed before she heard Miley breathing slow and rhythmic. She must be asleep. Daria desperately wanted to move, but she decided to wait yet another minute just to make sure. Miley’s breathing hasn’t changed. Daria figured Miley’s orgasm must’ve knocked her out. She didn’t blame her!

Now Daria was free to move. The first thing she did was slowly slide her hand down between her legs and cup her sex. It was hot and very moist. She sighed deeply as she began to slowly massage it, closing her eyes and replaying the scenario she’d just witnessed. She sighed deeply again and slid her hand up and then under her panties to cup her naked, slick sex.

Daria bit her lip as her body writhed under the sheets. She had never done this before – touched herself – but she couldn’t help it now. She was too hot and it would be torture if she didn’t do anything about it.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Daria told herself that this was wrong – that she was actively, and consciously, masturbating to thoughts of her sister – but she didn’t dwell on that thought for too long. She was far too hot and bothered.

Daria slid her thin fingers through the slick folds of her sex as she rubbed herself, sighing over and over, feeling her hips involuntarily writhe and thrust back and forth of their own accord.

In her mind, she saw the raised hump of Miley’s butt under the sheets as it pumped up and down into what she now knew was her pillow. An intense passion seized her as she pressed her hand tighter against her sex, her hips thrusting up into it. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the incredible sensation.

She kept her mind focused on that image – Miley’s raised butt, pumping and thrusting over and over into her pillow, harder, tighter. Daria’s thighs squeezed tight around her hand, and she pictured her sister coming, holding that thought as clearly and vividly as she could.

She gasped sharply as she felt an orgasm immediately seize her and her body started trembling heavily. She shoved her hand tight against her sex, clamping her thighs around it as hard as she could, riding out her very first conscious orgasm.

When it was over, Daria opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She felt incredible – warm and blissful all throughout her body. She was absolutely amazed at how powerful that was and was immediately glad she did it. She simply lay prostrate, breathing heavily, relishing the warm, wonderful feeling as she felt her eyelids grow heavy.

When Daria awoke the next morning, she felt better than she had in a long time. She had slept hard and long, not waking up once after… well, after she masturbated. She began thinking about that wonderful masturbation again and what had led to it. Immediately, she felt a rush of adrenaline and a wave of arousal.

But that was immediately cut short by the sounds of Miley stirring in her bed. It was time to get up and Miley would be getting up any second to use the bathroom. Daria simply lay in bed, replaying the events of last night in her head. She carefully reached down between her legs and felt herself. She was surprised to find she was still pretty damp. She would have to change again while Miley was in the bathroom.

Slowly, Miley began rustling around, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Daria turned her head toward her sister. Miley was moving very strangely, turning her whole body around in bed it seemed, and flipping onto her stomach.

The first thing to emerge from under her sheets was her right leg, followed by her left. She reached around for the floor with her feet and slowly stood up, facing away from Daria. As Miley kept her back to Daria as she slowly made her way to the bathroom, Daria realized with a twinge of arousal that Miley’s panties must be wet! That’s why she didn’t want to face her. It only excited Daria further.

Once Miley was in the bathroom, Daria quickly threw off the covers and went to her drawer to grab a fresh pair of panties, and changed into them, putting her damp panties in the hamper.

She was about to climb back into bed when her eyes fell on her sister’s pillow. The very pillow, Daria realized, with another twinge of arousal, that Miley had humped last night. Which side was it, she wondered. Was it the side that was face up, or did she turn her pillow over afterward? Daria slowly reached out to touch her sister’s pillow. She grabbed it and lifted it up to turn it over… and received the shock of her life.

Under her sister’s pillow was a pair of panties – Daria’s panties. She immediately recognized them as the same panties she had worn to bed the night before. The same panties she had a dream about Miley in.

What the hell are they doing under Miley’s pillow? Daria felt a deluge of feelings that jumbled up her stomach and her brain and couldn’t quite figure out how to process what she’d just seen.

Quickly, she set Miley’s pillow back down and rushed back under her own covers. She lay there, her mind spinning, as she waited for her sister to get out of the bathroom. Why… why… WHY are my panties there? Miley must have put them there. There is no other explanation.

Daria thought back to last night… as Miley was humping her pillow, she had her face down in her mattress… right where her pillow would have been. And come to think of it, it DID sound like Miley was breathing through her nose a lot… at least inhaling. Was Miley sniffing my panties while she humped her pillow?

The thought gripped and seized Daria’s body like an earthquake. Her mind spun and reeled. She desperately tried to wrack her brain for any other possible solution. But there wasn’t any. The evidence couldn’t have been any clearer.

The sound of the bathroom door opening jolted her like lightning. Miley came out carrying an old shirt, holding it casually so that it blocked the view between her legs. Daria tried to act as normal as possible, but she simply couldn’t. The realizations that had recently come to her were too profound.

She desperately hoped Miley wouldn’t say anything to her – she wouldn’t be able to conceal her voice well enough. Thankfully, Miley didn’t say anything.

The bathroom door was wide open for her. Quickly, Daria bolted up from her bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands on the counter, staring at her reflection. She looked shocked, dazed, and, of course, like she’d just woken up. What the hell was going on? She felt a twinge of disgust as she realized this was the face of a person who masturbated to thoughts of her own sister.

She felt sick, but that was quickly replaced with confusion as she remembered that Miley had masturbated while sniffing her big sister’s panties! She lingered on this thought, replaying the events she’d witnessed last night, now with the knowledge that Miley was sniffing her panties. Slowly, she began to see the hard nubs of her nipples poking through her t-shirt. She was getting aroused all over again.

No! she thought. Not now. I’ve got to get ready for school. Daria tried to push all those thoughts to the back of her mind as she grabbed her toothbrush and started going about her morning routine. She sat down on the toilet and began to pee while she brushed her teeth. As she casually looked down at her panties stretching between her legs, she could clearly see that the crotch was newly moistened. And she had just changed into these!

Again, she tried to push these thoughts to the back of her mind. But it was futile. They kept coming back over and over. Miley humping her pillow. Sniffing her panties. Miley humping her pillow, while sniffing her panties. God, why would she do something like that? It was so gross!

It was so… God… it was gross, but it was also… somehow, incredibly hot. Daria couldn’t deny that. And that was perhaps why she couldn’t get the thought out of her head.

Miley LIKED the smell of her panties, her dirty panties. She liked them so much she got off to them. Daria simply couldn’t shake the thought. It haunted her like nothing had haunted her before. She finished brushing her teeth and, as casually as possible, walked back into the room.

Miley stood up. She was wearing jogging shorts now. “I’m gonna get in the shower now,” Miley said.

“Okay,” Daria said blankly as her sister walked past her and into the bathroom.

Again and again the thought kept coming back to Daria. She sniffed my panties, my dirty panties.Then another thought took hold of her. She glanced at the bathroom door and heard the shower water come on.

She tip-toed to Miley’s bed and carefully lifted her pillow. To Daria’s shock, there were a different pair of panties there now. The ones she had just been wearing. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Miley wanted a fresh smell. Daria didn’t know whether she should be grossed out or turned on. But judging by how hard her heart was pounding and how weak her knees felt, it was pretty clear which one she was feeling.

She put Miley’s pillow down and tried to focus on getting ready for school. But it was almost impossible. Even after Miley came out of the shower and Daria went in, she couldn’t shake the thoughts. She thought about touching herself again in the shower, but she told herself she needed more time to think about everything. She couldn’t do it just yet.

When she got out of the shower, she couldn’t believe how late it was. She was going to be late for school! Miley was already in the kitchen eating. Daria quickly got dressed and knew she should rush out the door any second, but something was holding her back. She stood frozen in the middle of her room, debating with herself. It was now or never.

And then, as an impulse took hold of her, she felt herself walking across the room to the hamper and lifted the lid. She felt a heavy twinge as right there, just beneath Miley’s shirt, were the panties she’d been wearing last night.

Daria felt a burning within her she couldn’t explain and felt herself reaching for the panties, pulling them out of the hamper, and quickly thrusting them underneath her pillow, but not before she felt a definite dampness on them. She squeezed her fingers into the dampness, and as she pulled her hand out from under her pillow and began walking towards the door, she casually brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. It was dirty and musty… pretty gross, she thought, feeling almost relieved at this initial reaction. But then something compelled her to do it again. She sniffed again. It was still gross. But her body was starting to get warm and there was a light pulsing between her legs. What was happening to her?

All morning she didn’t wash that hand. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t explain it. Whenever she got a chance, she would bring her fingers to her nose and sniff, feeling that strange mixture of disgust and arousal. All day long she kept bringing those fingers to her nose until she couldn’t smell anything on them anymore. And even then, she kept doing it just to make sure the smell had gone away.

Daria couldn’t believe how weirdly she was behaving. This definitely wasn’t her. Was it? What was happening to her? She was smelling her own sister’s vagina, for God’s sake! And what was even weirder was she thought she actually liked it!

She couldn’t stop replaying last night’s events in her head, and she couldn’t stop thinking about that pair of her sister’s panties she had put under her pillow. Miley apparently loved the smell of Daria’s panties. Would Daria… could Daria love the smell of Miley’s? The thought was simultaneously disgusting and thrilling to her. Maybe… she even thought… just maybe it was thrilling because it was so disgusting. Now that was definitely weird.

In any case, she couldn’t wait to get home from school that day and make sure everything was where she left it. Specifically, she wanted to make sure her sister’s panties were still under her own pillow. She knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything with them, at least not until later that night after Miley had fallen asleep. But at the very least, maybe she could rub her fingers against them again and get some fresh smell on them. That, she thought, might tide her over until that night.

So that was exactly what she did. Immediately after getting home from school, Daria was relieved as Miley went into the bathroom. This would be her chance.

She rushed into their room and quickly slipped her hands under her pillow, her heart racing as she felt her sister’s panties. They were dry by now, but she rubbed her fingers over them as best she could, sliding the fabric of her sister’s underwear all across her fingertips.

She pulled her hand out and raised it to her nose. Her heart began racing yet again, accompanied by a twitch between her legs as she smelled the familiar musky scent of her sister’s private region, even though it wasn’t quite as strong as it was that morning.

Daria was shocked at how much this act thrilled her. She wasn’t sure if it was the idea of doing something she wasn’t supposed to, or if she genuinely enjoyed the smell of her sister’s vagina, but a fire had been ignited in her body that burned hot and strong.

She couldn’t deny the reaction her body was having. Her heart was beating rapidly, her cheeks felt hot, and she felt a throbbing between her legs. She even felt a tingling around her nipples and realized they were getting hard. There was no denying it. She was aroused.

And she stayed that way all evening. Whenever she could, she brought her hand to her nose, trying to smell whatever remnants of her sister’s scent she still could, all the while thinking about that pair of panties under her pillow and how badly she wanted some alone time with them.

She barely spoke ten words to her sister all night as they went about their separate routines, finishing their homework, and getting ready for bed. As Daria got ready for bed, her excitement paralleled her frustration. She remembered that Miley had put last night’s pair of Daria’s panties under her own pillow – presumably for another masturbation session with them tonight. But, of course, she wouldn’t do it until Daria had fallen asleep. Which potentially meant a long night for Daria.

She tried to think about it positively. At the very least, she would have to pretend to sleep while listening to her sister masturbate and sniff her panties. While it would be difficult to feign sleep the whole time, Daria could think of many worse ways to spend her evening.

So as she settled into bed, she tried to do just that – pretend she’d fallen asleep right away. As difficult as it was, she tried to breathe slowly and rhythmically, trying to get her sister to think she had fallen asleep.

It was an excruciatingly long and slow process. Daria had to be incredibly patient. It seemed like hours had gone by and she began to wonder whether she was actually falling asleep. And then, suddenly, she began to hear some shifting on the other side of the room.

Daria’s heart began to pound in her chest as she felt adrenaline rush throughout her body. She strained her ears to listen and clearly heard some movement from Miley’s bed. Her heart pounded harder and she felt a twinge of arousal in her stomach and between her legs. She heard some rustling, pausing, and then more rustling as she presumed Miley had just stuffed the pillow between her legs and was now settling down on it. What she would give to see her sister right now! But she held perfectly still.

Then, ever so slowly, she began to hear a soft, rhythmic creaking from Miley’s bed.

Oh God, she’s doing it.

Miley was beginning to hump her pillow. The sound of Miley’s bed softly creaking back and forth was music to Daria’s ears and got her incredibly hot, incredibly fast.

She strained her ears to listen more closely, and after several more thrusts, she could hear Miley exhale. God, it was sexy. She kept listening, and as the creaking got faster, she could start to hear Miley inhaling too – through her nose! She was definitely sniffing something, and Daria squeezed her legs together knowing what it was.

It wasn’t long before Miley was humping hard and fast, gasping for breath. The sounds coming from her sister’s bed were the hottest things Daria had ever heard, and they were making her incredibly wet.

Just then, she heard a tiny little grunt from her sister and a loud, heavy creak, then a pause, then another loud creak, then two more. Daria’s heart pounded as she pictured her sister coming in her panties. Did she come a lot? Did she get really wet? These thoughts were driving Daria mad with erotic desire and she was having an extremely difficult time refraining from touching herself. Then Daria heard a long, heavy exhale and the sound of Miley’s body slumping to the mattress. She was done.

Daria continued to listen as Miley caught her breath, slowly pulled the pillow out from between her legs and dropped it against the headboard, then rested her head on it. Daria waited for her sister to fall asleep. She figured it wouldn’t be too long.

While she waited, she slid her hand slowly underneath her own pillow to feel for her sister’s panties. When she felt them, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Miley had come in these. The thought alone caused her sex to twitch and ooze more fluids into her panties. Daria lay there, feeling her sister’s panties, rolling them between her fingers, thinking about where they had been and what had happened to them, until she was sure Miley was asleep.

When she heard Miley breathing deeply and rhythmically for several minutes, she knew she was in the clear. Her heart began to beat faster again and she bit her lip. She was still incredibly aroused. Her fingers closed around her sister’s panties and she slowly began to pull them out from under her pillow. She held them in front of her and looked at them, barely able to see them in the dark.

As hot and aroused as Daria was, she was still slightly hesitant. Could she really do this? It still feels so weird! She felt her sister’s panties in her fingers and felt another twinge of arousal. These had been right up against her sister’s sex, all day yesterday, and, Miley had masturbated in them. She had come in them. Her cum was actually inside these panties right now, as Daria held them.

Daria suddenly felt a wave of heat and erotic desire seize her like never before, and she pressed the panties to her face and inhaled. Miley’s scent flooded her nostrils and filled her lungs, causing her sex to throb hot and heavy between her legs. THIS is what I’ve been wanting to do all day. What she had only smelled faintly on her fingers and desperately needed to smell in full force. It was intoxicating and unbelievably erotic.

Daria exhaled, her eyelids lightly closed. She inhaled again, this time her hand slid down inside her panties and squeezed her sex. She was shocked at how hot and wet she was, and, as she pressed her fingers against herself, more wetness oozed out.

Daria inhaled again, picturing her sister thrusting her hips against her pillow, grinding and smearing her sex all over these panties. Her clit throbbed heavily and Daria gasped when she touched it. She began to lightly stroke her fingertips up and down her clit as she inhaled the heavy, musky aroma of Miley’s panties. She’d never been so hot in her life. Right now the only thing that mattered was that smell. Her sister’s sweet, musky sex smell.

She rubbed herself faster as she inhaled over and over, squeezing her thighs around her hand, panting and gasping for breath, each heavy inhale filled with the scent of her sister. She imagined her sister bursting into orgasm, flooding her panties with her juices, and suddenly Daria squealed involuntarily, erupting into her own orgasm, bucking and thrusting her hips against her fingers as she continued breathing in her sister’s wonderfully intoxicating aroma. Every nerve in her body burned with indescribable passion as she came, her chest heaving, her body quivering. It was incredible.

After Daria came down from that incredibly thrilling climax, she summoned the last remaining ounce of energy she had and slipped her sister’s panties back under her pillow before resting her head on the pillow and falling into a deep sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 4!