Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By GrandMoff

Because I went to Chico with Ms. Wallace and to Paradise with Ame, I piled up sketches fast. I went through book after book, filling each. Korrina and Ame said they were excellent and I accepted the praise graciously.

On the last Friday in July, I was at Ame’s apartment again. She wanted to show me something before the session, but made me promise not to laugh.

“Drawings of yours?” I asked coolly.

Her eyes widened.

“I know you too well, Ame. I promise not to laugh at your work. I’m sure it’s very good stuff, and I’d never laugh at you. Don’t you know that?”

“You do know me too well!” She pulled a sketchbook from her top shelf. “Here they are.”

“They’re good,” I said as I turned the pages slowly. “For the work of a beginner, they’re very, very good.”

“They’re based on your sketches — not much more than copies,” she said. “I know how much you improved, working with a model. Do you think I could learn faster that way too?”

“Without a doubt,” I said.

“Then could you model for me after I have for you?”

“Me? Me?”

“Please, Bara? Just once?”

Her brown doe eyes were impossible to resist. “All right. I owe you. You’ve done so much for me; I’ll do it.”

“Thank you!” She smiled warmly. “Give me a minute and I’ll pose for you first.” She put away her sketches, slipped out of her clothes, and let me direct her. I had her try six poses in an hour and a half. She was perfect, as usual.

She put on her robe while I set down my pencils and paper. “My turn, I guess?” I asked with a nervous laugh.

“I’ll get my book and pencils. I have a robe and hangers waiting for you on my closet door.”

I went to her bedroom and began to undress. It seemed a little more difficult than usual, but I soon had my shirt and shorts hanging on the doorknob, my underwear folded neatly, and one of Ame’s comfortable cotton robes draped loosely on my body. I rejoined Ame in the living room.

“Ready when you are,” she said. “I’d like to start with a kneeling pose, right knee up, next to the bookshelf, looking out the window.”

I swallowed hard. I undid the sash, opened the robe, and let it slide off my body. As I got down on one knee, I stumbled just a bit. Ame noticed.

Her voice was concerned. “Bara, hold out your hand.”

I did.

Next thing I knew, she was kneeling beside me, holding me securely. “Oh my poor Bara-chan; you’re shaking like a leaf! Please forgive me. I had no idea this would upset you so much.”

Her compassion moved me. I forced a smile onto my face. “Thank you, Ame-chan, but let me pose for you. I want to. I need to have more courage. It’s not like you’re asking me to do something painful or embarrassing. I want to do this for you; I’ll get used to it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. But we can stop any time.”

My smile became genuine. “Right.” I was still a bundle of nerves, but I got into the pose that Ame wanted. I could feel her eyes on me. I felt flushed. My heart thumped.

“So beautiful,” she murmured. I don’t think she thought I could hear her. I didn’t agree, but now wasn’t the time to argue. I kept my mouth shut.

Ame had me adopt four more poses before she was finished. I was right: I stopped trembling a minute or two after we began and felt at ease in her presence. But I didn’t forget my nudity. Indeed, I stayed excited as her depthless dark brown eyes studied me. I found myself enjoying her gaze while she saw all my secrets, and that was a little shocking. But I guessed it was normal. Otherwise, who would ever model?

“I’m done,” Ame said, setting down her book. “Thank you very much.”

I put on the robe she’d given me. “No problem. It was fun.”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes were wide with surprise. “Bara… you’re amazing, you know that?”

My cheeks grew hot. “No, I’m not,” I said, looking at my toes.

“You are. Believe it.” She gently lifted my chin. “You have the concentration, the patience, the confidence; you’re remarkable. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

I couldn’t talk, but I beamed at her, showing my gratitude.

“Come on,” she said. “We’ll have chocolate cake with our tea and we’ll show each other our sketches.”

I made the tea. She served the cake. We sat next to each other at her table, looking at our work. She praised mine — and they were good, if I say so myself. Then we looked at her drawings.

“They’re good, but don’t exaggerate so much,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Ame asked.

“You’ve made me look too good. In this facial study, for example,” I held up the sketch and pointed, “the lips, the eyes and the lashes, they aren’t–”

“Come on, I want to show you something,” she said, grabbing my arm and leading me to her bedroom. She brought me to her mirror and stood behind me.

Her little finger gently touched my face, moving as she talked. “These lashes are beautiful,” she said quietly. “They have to be: they frame the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. These lips, they’re gorgeous — so full, so exquisite. I — I can’t help wanting…” She fell silent.

“What, Ame? You can say it.”

She gazed at me with pleading eyes. “Bara-chan, I know you might hate me for asking, but just once… may I kiss you?”

Her intensity was frightening, exciting, and completely irresistible. My sister, yes — but she was alluring. I longed to be kissed by her. She had me. “Yes,” I squeaked.

Oh, she knew how to kiss! Her delicious, tender lips slowly caressed mine, a small bit at a time, leaving no part neglected. I grew weak in the knees as her heavenly mouth made pure contact with mine. I did my best to follow her lead.

Apparently, she liked what I did. “Oh, you’re a great kisser,” she whispered after we’d separated. “I’m really glad I asked. Bara, was that too wrong of me?”

“It wasn’t wrong at all,” I said, reaching out and running my fingers through her hair. “I’m happy. I love you, and I know you love me. I’m so…”

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed her again! She relaxed into it, and I was overwhelmed. Her smell, her feel, her taste — in that instant, she was a part of me.

I released her. She smiled at me with true joy. “You’re right,” she said. I do love you. The night I left for Chico, I cried, because I missed my sister.”

“I cried too,” I admitted, “each of the first three nights you were gone.”

“Would you come to lunch with me next week, before our next drawing meeting?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said.

*****

We had sandwiches and lemonade in Chico at 1:00, then we went back to her place in Paradise. She was wearing CoolWater — a wonderful fragrance — and as she drove, my glance kept drifting to her. She looked gorgeous in her tight red-and-white halter top and black denim miniskirt.

Was she trying to turn me on? She knew I loved that perfume. She kept shifting in her seat, causing her skirt to creep up toward her hips, revealing her lovely legs. She’d put a Keiko Matsui CD in her stereo and let it play softly. Every now and then, I’d catch her looking at me with a glimmer in her eye. She was affecting me, whether she meant to or not.

As soon as we entered her apartment, I had my answer. “Bara, I know I said ‘just once,’ but–” She leaned and brought her face to within inches of mine, never breaking eye contact.

I nodded, answering her unfinished plea.

We kissed. Her divine lips breathed sweet air into my lungs. She sighed into my mouth. I was aware of her chest pressed into mine, the strong, slender body I held in my arms. I knew that body by sight. Now I was learning it by touch also. Being with her was exciting. My heart was racing.

We separated, breathing heavily. “Like wine,” my sister said. “You’re intoxicating.” She shook her head, as if trying to clear it. “So! Shall I pose first?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I have three poses I know I need to see.”

She posed for me, and looked more gorgeous than ever. Two hours later, she put on her robe. I laid down my paper and stood. I shed my robe.

“Your tan lines are very appealing,” Ame said abruptly. “They highlight your skin tone and your innocence.” My cheeks and ears grew warm.

“You blush so easily; it’s adorable!” she continued. She advanced. I stood, not able to move. Her right index finger lightly touched the thin line of untanned skin between my breasts.

I gasped at the contact.

That seemed to wake her. She pulled away violently, as if she’d been electrocuted; and she turned her face away from me. “Please get dressed. I’ll take you home,” she said in a voice filled with pain.

“But Ame, we–”

“Don’t argue! You have to go. We have to stop doing this.”

I embraced her from behind. She struggled weakly, but I needed her reason, so I held her. “Why, sister? Have I done something wrong?”

“Because I want you.” Her voice quivered. “I thought I’d be able to control myself, but when I’m with you — I want to be your lover! I want to kiss you everywhere. I want to take you to bed. Let me go!”

I kissed her ear. She stood completely still. “I love you, Ame. If we separate now, when will we see each other next? Being away from you would hurt me. Wouldn’t it hurt you?”

“But… I want you. Not being able to have you hurts, too,” my older sister said softly.

I swallowed. “Then, please be gentle,” I stammered. I let my hands start wandering, very lightly, over her voluptuous body. I kissed each earlobe. She rested her hands on mine and relaxed into the front of my body.

“This is big, you know,” she groaned. “It’s serious. It means something. Are you sure you want to make love with me?”

And I did know, just then. “I want nothing else.”

Ame turned around. Her arms clasped my waist. “I’ll teach you,” she murmured into my neck. “Let me, my adorable young lover.” She pulled the barrettes from my hair and it fell free.

I wish I could say I remember it all, but I was overwhelmed. I burned beneath her touch. I didn’t know I could feel so much pleasure. I asked her to break my hymen and she did; I don’t remember any pain at all. I remember her lips, her tongue, her palms and fingers, her hair, her breath even. She used all she had to make me climax over and over. I was not even close to ready for this orgasmic deluge.

I woke in her arms in the early evening. She was awake, stroking my hair. My body ached everywhere, but it was a wonderful, dull ache that reminded me of my sister’s passion.

“How do you feel?” Ame asked, kissing my forehead.

“Oh,” I groaned. “Ah. I’m so worn out!”

“I might have overdone it,” she chuckled. “Sorry.”

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” she answered.

“I want to do that for you, but I know I couldn’t do as much as you’ve done for me.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Ame laughed. “You’ve always been a quick study.” She gave me a sly wink.

I crept up her body and kissed her perfect lips. “Let me know what you like. I want to make you happy,” I murmured. My muscles burned delightfully as I moved to lie full-length on top of her. I kissed her neck lightly.

“Mm,” she sighed, “very nice… but I like kisses on my upper chest even more.”

I did as she asked. I blanketed her shoulders and chest with kisses, though I left her areolas alone for the time being. Each time I kissed, the touch of my lips became a little lighter. Ame noticed.

“Losing interest?” she jibed between pants.

I grinned secretly. I knew I was getting to her.

“Come on, Bara!” she said at last. “You said you wanted me to tell you… what I liked.”

“But I never said I’d do it,” I whispered. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“I should have known you’d be a tease!” she said, laughing breathlessly. “How about my poor pussy? When’s she gonna get some love, huh?”

In answer, I crawled down her body, keeping my tongue in contact with her soft, smooth skin all the while. For the moment, I somehow resisted the temptation and bypassed her sweet-smelling, delicious-looking delta and worshipped her beautiful legs with my mouth. She seemed to like that, particularly when I kissed the hollows behind her knees.

“Oh, Bara!” Ame said quietly, her voice like an angel’s to my ears. My pulse raced. I lost all my patience. My hunger for my sister’s pussy surged. I put my shoulders beneath her legs and moved up. Her scent was so heavy it was tangible.

My tongue touched her lower lips. It was incredible. She gasped her delight. I went crazy with her taste and…

…Here again, my memory isn’t good enough. I can say this: my pleasure at making my sister come was as great as my orgasms had been earlier! I don’t expect anyone to believe it, but it’s true. Hearing her trying to speak my name — I can’t tell you the feelings it gave me.

At last, she had to push me away, and we both lay on her bed, in blissful union. We were totally aware of each other. I held her tight. We fell asleep.

Let me say here that I’m not self-absorbed. I know I’m not the first girl in history to make love with her sister. But I wondered if anyone had ever felt the way I did then. I woke with Ame in my embrace.

For an instant, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Then I felt a bit of guilt. But after that, I felt only gratitude. I’d found what most people never will, though they might spend their whole lives searching. I’d found the love of my life.

I lay there with my sleeping sister until she awoke. It might have been an hour or more.

I watched her as she woke up. She didn’t appear to go through the conflict I’d had. She gave me her dazzling smile. “I know your parents pretty well. I don’t think they’ll worry if you spend the night,” she offered.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “This bed’s comfy, and I’m sure we’ll be able to think of something to do to entertain ourselves.” I leaned down and kissed her.

“I love you,” Ame said when she could.

“I love you,” I answered.

“And I love you.”

“I love you too!”

“I love you — now come on; we need a shower.”

“’We need a shower’. I like how you’re thinking,” I said with a broad grin. “Ame, I can’t tell you — I mean, I love you so much…”

“I know, Bara-chan,” she said. “I don’t think there are any words for it.”

I stayed the night, all right. Ame and I had just discovered our passion, and we were insatiable.

The End