Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By LF

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

I’ve never gotten along with my sister Amy. We always seemed to be fighting when we were kids, and when we grew up and started dating boys, it just got worse. Maybe it was a simple personality conflict at first, but after all the stolen boyfriends and all the humiliations, it became a nasty little war.

One of the problems is that we’re both pretty hot and can have just about any boy we want. I’m a year older, a little taller than her, and the smarter one. Amy might be a bit cuter than me, she has bigger breasts and a curvy figure, and she’s the athletic one. We’re both popular in school, although we never hang out together. Everybody knows we don’t like each other. Rebecca and Amy, the fighting sisters. When we cross paths, something bad always happens.

One day a few months ago I thought I was alone in the house, but I heard something when I walked past my sister’s room. I stopped and listened — she was fucking some boy. It was just like Amy to sneak a boy into her bedroom; I wished that Mom and Dad would catch her doing it, but they never did.

As I stood by her door I heard her moan a name. “Oh, Jack…”

Jack? My Jack? I had been dating Jack for three weeks. Rage swept over me. She was doing it again!

I threw open the door. Amy was on her hands and knees, Jack was fucking her from behind. He looked up, saw me, and said, “Oh shit, Rebecca.”

Amy opened her eyes and screamed at me, “Get out!”

Jack stumbled off the bed and started pulling on his pants, mumbling, “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

Amy sat up on the bed, yelling, “You bitch! Get out of my room!” Jack looked like he wanted to crawl away and hide.

I was beyond anger. This was the final straw.

When I moved away from the door Jack darted past me. Lucky for him. I heard a door slam, then I saw Jack through the window, barefoot, half-dressed, running across the front yard.

Amy was gloating, sitting naked on the edge of her bed. “I didn’t even have to try,” she sneered as I walked up to her. “Guess he couldn’t get what he wanted from you.”

“You fucking slut!” I hissed, and slapped her face, fast and hard.

Usually we just yelled and screamed at each other. Sometimes we threw things. I couldn’t remember the last time we had a physical fight; we haven’t hit each other since we were kids. But I’d gone over the edge. That’s how angry I was.

Amy jumped off the bed, screaming. She grabbed my hair and tugged – it hurt like hell. So I went for her own hair, bunching it in my fist, making her squeal. With my other hand I tried to twist her fingers out of my hair, and she did the same. I don’t know how long we struggled in this position, arms locked, snarling, cursing, faces inches from each other. She kept pushing against me, her bare breasts rubbing against mine. I could smell sex in the room.

Maybe I went a little crazy. Maybe I was getting excited. Maybe. But Amy was the one who started the kiss. She was the one who stuck her tongue in my mouth.

It was a shock. One moment she was pulling my hair, the next her lips were melting against mine, and I was still angry with her, even as our tongues slid together. What the hell was going on? I had never kissed a girl before. Now I was kissing my sister. My sister! This was deeply, deeply perverted.

I’d never been more excited in my life.

God, I think I was coming as we kissed… my knees were shaking, I couldn’t get my breath, I was out of control, I couldn’t believe what was happening. She slipped her hands under my shirt and pawed my breasts. I ran my hands over her naked body. A wild, twisted desire was building inside me, it was unstoppable. I was frantic, out of my mind.

I pushed her back onto the bed, shoved her legs apart and attacked her pussy with my mouth.

I fucked her with my tongue. She screamed, I wanted her to scream, I wanted to drive her insane, like she drove me insane. I wrapped my arms around her ass as she pulled my face into her pussy. I couldn’t believe how good she tasted.

She bucked on the bed as I ate her, gasping, pleading. I kept licking, I don’t know how long, I couldn’t stop. I did my best to drive her wild with pleasure. She screamed, I only licked harder. She screamed louder, I went faster, deeper. Suddenly she was silent, thrashing, shaking helplessly on the bed. I held on, gripped her, ran my tongue over her pussy as she came.

I thought she would never stop — hips thrusting, her cunt a river, the wetness dripping from chin. She caught her breath, body twitching, my tongue exploring her, inside and out. She moaned as I licked her clean.

I couldn’t stand it, my body was on fire. I needed her to lick me now.

I sat up and tugged off my shirt while Amy tore off my jeans. My panties were soaked, I threw them to the floor. I leaned back on the bed and my sister was kneeling between my legs.

Jesus, her mouth was on my pussy. Her tongue found my clit. She slipped a finger deep inside me. How could it be so good? How could we be doing this? Oh God, I was coming. She kept on licking as my body thrashed in ecstasy. She muscled another finger inside me, and I couldn’t breathe. My body shook, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me, bright white explosions bursting in my head. She didn’t let up as I came, her tongue only moved faster and faster. I lost control of my body. I lost my mind.

My sister! I screamed, exploded. I hate her! Oh God! I love her. My sister. Her mouth on my pussy. Feasting on me, drinking from me. It was so good. I couldn’t believe it. Fuck, I couldn’t believe it…

Afterwards we were two soaked bodies, a tangle of arms and legs, her face against my neck.

I couldn’t move, thoughts came slowly. What had just happened? It was like a dream. Did it make sense? No, it didn’t, not at all. She was my own sister. I’d had sex with my sister. Unbelievable, incredible sex with my sister. They’d put us both into therapy if they found out. But it had been amazing. Totally wrong… and amazing. What were we going to do now? How was this going to work? How do we live the rest of our lives?

“What happens now?” I whispered.

She nuzzled my ear. “We do it again,” she said.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said. But suddenly I wanted to do it again too; I wanted to feel her mouth on my pussy, I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to fuck her hard.

“We have to figure out how to handle this… thing between us,” I told her. “And we have to make sure nobody finds out.”

Amy made a face. “Well, duh. Do you think I want everyone to know I’m fucking my own sister?”

“I can just imagine you telling your friends some night when you’re drunk.”

She sat up. “How stupid do you think I am?” she said, suddenly angry.

I thought we were going to start another fight — and then, suddenly, we were kissing again.

Now I understood. Fighting with each other, hearts beating faster, breath quickening, faces blushing — is there really such a huge difference between anger and desire?

All those years of yelling and screaming at each other… we’d both been fighting something else, something deep inside ourselves, something forbidden. Anger was the only way we could deal with it. Now our feelings were all mixed — anger blended with desire, a hot, twisted lust between us.

I knew it was bizarre, knew it might be unhealthy, but didn’t care. I longed to be swept away by this newly realized passion. Sex with my sister was the most incredible thing that had ever happened in my life. Even as we kissed, I knew that we weren’t going to give it up. Not ever.

We kissed long and slow for a while. I trailed my mouth down her neck. She leaned over me, her breasts falling onto my face. I moved my head back and forth between them, savoring her skin… so soft, so smooth, her nipples big and hard. I reached down to stroke her pussy. She sighed, rocked against my hand. I flicked my tongue over her nipples. My fingers slipped inside her. God, I was going crazy again. My pussy ached. I needed her tongue. I needed her.

“Let’s sixty-nine,” I said, the idea suddenly coming to me.

She smiled and nodded. We scrambled into position, with Amy on top. Awkward at first, then it was perfect, perfect! Faces buried in each other’s pussies, moaning as we licked and sucked, barely taking time to breathe. I knew her pussy now, and she mine; but as it went on I lost myself in her. I couldn’t tell which body was whose, which pussy was hers, which tongue was mine. It was like we shared a single orgasm, circling round and round between us, pulsing like electricity through our bodies. We rested for a long while, kissing gently.

Then our desires grew sharp yet again. This time, we explored each other’s assholes. I had never had a boy lick me there, but my sister did. I remember how she moaned as my tongue probed her dark cleft, my finger pumping in and out of her cunt all the while. She brushed my clit with her fingers as she ate my ass.

We came again. We rested. We made love again.

Our pleasures seemed to last forever. How could we stop? Nothing could make us stop.

But finally, our bodies gave out. We were exhausted. And our parents would be home soon. We had to clean ourselves up and get dressed. We had to compose ourselves, act normal, so our parents wouldn’t find out that their daughters had been making love all afternoon.

That night, Amy crept to my room… and my sister and I fucked again.

*****

We’ve kept our secret since then. We still date boys and yell at each other, just to keep up appearances. Actually, she still drives me crazy, and the fights are sometimes real; then afterwards we have to sneak off and make love before we both explode. Amy has a talent for devising schemes so that we can meet secretly somewhere and fuck.

We both love the thrill, the craziness, the danger of it all, and are perfectly happy with our relationship as both sisters and lovers. We can’t wait until we are old enough to move to a new town and live together openly, as a couple.

The End