Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Christene

Together, they packed. It wasn’t the first time they helped one another prepare for an important trip, but it had been the first time the trip was laced with such significance. What did this mean? What was happening?

Carmen suddenly was shaken by the reality that she was the older sister, the mature one. Shouldn’t she put a stop to this? Shouldn’t she call Meredith and tell her about the rendezvous, if only to escape this… this need Carmen felt rising inside of her for Alejandra?

Alejandra paused at her lingerie drawer, touching gauzy underthings that she only ever wore for her lovers. Looking away from the garments whose sole purpose was seduction, she looked back to Carmen. Her sister seemed to be wrestling with what was right and what was wrong.

Surprising herself, Alejandra spoke in a calm but authoritative voice. “I love you, Carmen,” she said. “I love you and I always have. I don’t know what’s going to happen on this trip, but I don’t want to go to New York wondering what might have happened, if I’d just been brave like you.”

Carmen woke from her fears as if they were a dissipating fog. She took in the beautiful vulnerability that donned her sister’s face after having exposed herself so fully. She crossed the room and moved to stand before Alejandra.

Alejandra turned completely at her sister’s approach. She stared at her, into her, wondering if her breathing sounded as raspy or as hard as it did in her own ears.

With a painful awareness of her own movements, Carmen lifted her hands and cupped her sister’s captivating face in them. Her eyes met the eyes so like her own, yet so wholly different. “I don’t want you to go to New York,” she said plainly. “It’s been agony to think of you so far away… so far from me.”

Alejandra parted her lips to speak, but before she could utter a word, Carmen kissed her mouth with a heated sensuality. The words trapped inside her throat left as a moan that filled her sister completely.

Their kiss was slow, but impassioned by a lifetime together — each sister secretly regarding the other, secretly yearning for something they couldn’t define.

The silken softness of their tongues caressed one another in an exploring courtship. It roused an intense hunger that was almost primal, that left them dizzy with its intoxicating power.

Carmen gently broke away. She gazed down at the woman remaining with closed eyes. Alejandra’s lips were a much deeper shade than usual, darkened by desire’s kiss. “I won’t be afraid… not if I know you want this too,” she said.

Alejandra opened her burning eyes. Her hands reached up to lightly rest against her sister’s wrists. She loved the throaty nature of Carmen’s voice. “I want this so much, mi amor,” she answered.

Quelling their desire to take each other there and then, Carmen and Alejandra quickly finished packing for their trip. Alejandra made a few calls, notifying a very important few that she would be on a spur of the moment vacation for the next week while Carmen loaded the suitcases into her car.

When Carmen came back into the house, she heard her sister moving around upstairs inside her bedroom. She frowned anxiously. When she’d taken the bags out to the car, Alejandra had been finishing up in the downstairs office. Why was she upstairs? An icy fear gripped her as she began to wonder if the time alone had granted Alejandra the chance to reconsider the trip — and what had just taken place between them.

She climbed the stairs with a knot growing inside her stomach, then gently pushed the door open.

Alejandra’s white tank and blue silk house-pants were draped across the end of the bed. The woman stood with her back to the door. Her hips were angled slightly to the right as she relied more on her right leg. She reached upward, scooping her flowing hair off of her neck. Quickly, she placed it into a tortoise shell clip.

She slipped into her chocolate sandals.

Carmen leaned against the frame of the door as she took in the view of her sister bending over to clasp the strap of her espadrille sandals around her ankle. She loved the way that Alejandra’s sexy lace panties were purposely cut to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her ample buttocks.

Alejandra reached for the matching lace bra on the bed, then slipped into it with all the seasoned fluidity of a burlesque icon. For a moment, she paused and smoothed both hands over her abdomen. Gazing into the mirror, she regarded herself for quite some time. She wondered if her body possessed the innate ability to drive her sister wild, the same power that Carmen had always unknowingly possessed over her. Carmen could drive Alejandra insane with the most fleeting glimpse of her bare flesh.

Alejandra extended her hand to the bed. She clasped her dress and pulled it over her body.

The clock tolling the time made her gasp. Alejandra quickly grabbed her purse, then turned. Her unbuttoned dress caught in the currents of her movements, fanning around only to fall limply to her sides as she went perfectly still. She blushed profusely as she noticed the way that Carmen was watching her.

Carmen pushed off from the door frame and entered her sister’s room.

Alejandra could still feel the blush heating her skin. “I didn’t know you were there,” she whispered.

The dark-haired attorney held Alejandra’s eyes. Then she lowered her gaze to her hands as they nimbly did up her sister’s buttons. “I know,” she answered, “but it was nice to watch you dress. I haven’t done that since we were living back at home.”

“You used to watch me dress?” Alejandra asked curiously. She felt an excited tingling between her legs.

Carmen nodded. Her fingers lingered near the buttons at Alejandra’s chest. She left the top buttons undone to expose her full cleavage. Her head lowered to bestow each fragrant swell a kiss. “I loved watching you move,” she said. Her sister had the grace of a dancer, with all the cat-like sinewy muscles to attest to it. As her head rose and her eyes once again found Alejandra’s, she said, “I still do.”

Alejandra silently enjoyed Carmen doting over her like this. It had been a very long time since she’d been dressed by her older sibling. She found it nurturing and exciting in the same instant.

“Are you ready, baby?” Carmen purred.

Alejandra leaned forward. She captured Carmen’s lips in a kiss that spoke of wanton promises. When she felt her body taken possessively into her big sister’s arms, she moved her hands to rest against the woman’s chest. The heart pounding beneath her hand matched the fierce beat of her own.

Their kiss broke with a low moan from Carmen. The sound made Alejandra throb with excitement. She stared into her sister. “Yes, lover.”

The way that Carmen’s eyes flashed nearly had them tumbling onto the bed, but instead they hurried to begin their romantic getaway.

*****

Alejandra’s eyes were wide with wonder as she scoured their breathtaking surroundings. She was overwhelmed to be standing inside the lobby of the magnificent Atlantis hotel in the Bahamas — but more than anything, as she turned her head to take in the beautiful woman checking them in, she marveled at the fact that she had come as her sister’s romantic companion. Her lover, she corrected herself.

Alejandra drew close to Carmen. She slipped her arm around the older woman’s waist, unable to go a moment longer without being close to her.

Carmen smiled lovingly, even as she continued speaking with the woman checking them in.

The young woman with smiling eyes and glowing chocolate skin paused mid-action to regard the couple before her. Her smile intensified. She handed Carmen the key card. “Please enjoy your suite, Mrs. Cruz,” she said. “And if there is anything that I can do for you—” She turned her head to direct her smile at Alejandra. “Or you, Mrs. Cruz.” She smiled all the more as Alejandra blushed shyly. “Please do not hesitate to call.”

Carmen wrapped her arm lovingly around her sister. Her head turned as she bestowed a tender kiss to Alejandra’s forehead. “We’ll remember,” she said. Her brown eyes met Alejandra’s in an intimate softness. “Won’t we, wife?”

Alejandra’s arms tightened adoringly around Carmen’s enticing waist. “Yes, my love,” she purred.

Together, the sisters moved toward the elevators. At their backs, they heard the sound of their bags being taken.

It was not long before they settled into a presidential suite, feeling almost giddy with the emotions swirling through them.

Alejandra finished unpacking the last of their things. She had insisted upon doing so. Part of the reason had been to thank Carmen for spiriting them away on this exotic trip, but mostly it had been to think. Now that they were here, so many impressions were swirling through her mind.

Wife. The woman at the front desk had called her “Mrs. Cruz.” Alejandra did not know why, but the title had sent delicious tingles throughout her entire being. What was happening to her? Why did she ache to be with Carmen so deeply? What was happening to them? The more that she allowed herself to think about it, the more she realized that there had always been some unspoken attraction lingering just beneath the surface. For her, at least. Had it been there for Carmen as well?

Alejandra left the bedroom, then made her way out onto the balcony where Carmen stood transfixed by the cobalt glory of the ocean. Taking a deep breath of sea air, she slipped her arms around Carmen’s waist. She lightly rested her cheek against her sister’s shoulder blade as her eyes fluttered shut. Against her lashes and nose, she could feel the satiny strands of her sister’s long hair tickling her softly.

Carmen involuntarily arched into the body molding itself to hers. Her hands clutched the balcony railing a bit more fiercely. She’d been using it to steady herself, dizzy with erotic visions of her baby sister. Alejandra felt so wonderful pressed against her.

Her head fell forward. Her thick dark hair hung around her face. “What are we doing?” Carmen asked in a voice throaty with lust.

“Nothing yet,” Alejandra whispered. She opened her eyes staring forward into her greatest hope — and her greatest fear. “There’s still time to stop, still time to pretend it never happened… that we never kissed.”

Alejandra’s heart thundered almost painfully against her chest. Could Carmen feel it?

“I couldn’t forget your kiss if I tried,” Carmen murmured. “No one has ever kissed me like that before.”

Alejandra felt hope beginning to swell inside her. It rose up to claim her like the waves crashing below. Before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling from her pouting lips. “Carmen, make love to me… please.”

Alejandra’s heart froze. She felt her breath lock itself inside her chest. She watched as Carmen turned inside her arms.

When they were face to face, Carmen did not move. She did not make a sound. Her intense brown eyes simply captured Alejandra’s as if there was no escaping them. And in truth, for Alejandra there was no escape. She was a willing captive.

Carmen raised her hands as if lost in reverence. They hovered so near to Alejandra’s face, but for an aching moment drew no closer. Then at last she cupped her sister’s face tenderly in those trembling hands. Her head inched forward until she felt her lips crush with yielding suppleness against her sister’s sweet mouth.

Their kiss was slow but searing. Carmen swallowed the moan leaving Alejandra’s lips. She felt that moan sink down into her until it reverberated between her thighs.

Together in a waltz, their tangled bodies moved toward the bedroom. This hungered dance was filled with impassioned kisses, lustful moans and hands that simply could not get enough of the bodies they were exploring. Clothes were shed like so many fears about the boundary they were about to cross.

With the sea air rolling into their room, their bare bodies shivered in excitement.

Carmen lay atop her sister, marveling at the softness of her. She stared down at the contrast of their skin tones. Alejandra’s flesh was so much paler than her own. It possessed a creamy nature Carmen’s mind likened to pale vanilla latte. The proud medallions centered within her full breasts were rich and warm like chocolate.

Carmen’s mouth fell on a chocolate delight. She savored its sweetness, relishing the way that it all but seemed to melt against her tongue.

Alejandra wrapped both arms around her sister’s head. She hugged her close, even as her body bowed up from the bed. Her head dug back into the pillows as she began to moan long and low. The sheer pleasure of having Carmen’s mouth on her all but reached down her throat, pulling her groaned appreciation up from her loins. She could feel the thunderous beating of her heart acutely within her swollen clit.

Carmen lavished her sister’s breasts with attention. She swirled her tongue around each nipple, bathing them in her passion. When she could feel Alejandra’s hands cleaving desperately to her as if she could stand no more, she looked up from between the beautiful horizon of her breasts and slowly worked her way lower.

She kissed her sister’s body with purposeful slowness. Carmen could not rush this feeling. She had to draw it out, savor every moment. She’d needed Alejandra for so long… far too long. She understood now. It all made sense. Each time a soft caress from her sister made her heart race, each time she closed her eyes just a moment longer than she ought to when their lips met in greeting or farewell, each time she slept more contentedly in her sister’s arms than in anyone else’s embrace, it was because she loved Alejandra. She was in love with Alejandra. She craved her sister with an unabashed need. Now after all these years, she finally had her.

Carmen moaned against her sister’s tightened abdomen. Her tongue emerged to swipe long and slow at the sweat beginning to bead along her lover’s stomach. She guided Alejandra’s leg to drape over her shoulder, then shivered as the other soon followed suit. She was trapped within slick silken thighs. They held a scent that wafted over her, commanding it as a siren commands all who hear her song.

The air against Carmen’s face was hot with humid invitation. She inched forward, allowing that lustful heat to envelop her. In the light, she could clearly see the velvet nuances of her sister’s pussy, its soft petals beaded by erotic dew. She was delicate and beautiful in the same way that the very flowers that had brought them together were delicate and beautiful.

The instant her mouth met Alejandra’s nether lips, they each jolted with the intensity of that sensation. Carmen’s kisses were timid and soft at first. That feeling soon gave way to an intoxicating need to feed. She clutched at her lover’s legs, pulling her hard to her mouth with a jerk.

Alejandra gasped as she was tugged forward. Her breasts bounced with the force of her sister’s strength. She moaned, her fingers twining into Carmen’s hair while her other hand reached above to clutch the headboard. She gripped both things fiercely, using them to keep her from falling too soon into the orgasmic abyss.

Carmen thrust her tongue forward. She suddenly felt tears sting her eyes. It might have been the heat of her sister that caused her eyes to glisten. It might have been the sheer beauty of her sister’s sweat-glistened body, arcing upward in offering. It might have been the sweetness of Alejandra’s nectar coating her tongue, but the truth was that it was all those things that inspired her tears. Alejandra was gripping her so tightly that she felt as though her tongue was being commanded to delve deeper.

Alejandra cried out. She worked her heated center against her sister’s face and mouth. Words began to leave her in panted encouragements. Half English, half Spanish, the words were pleading and passionate. She was begging.

Carmen breathed deeply, trapping the scent of Alejandra’s cunt in her nostrils. Her tongue swirled, caressing the vaginal walls. It was then that she heard her sister scream.

The sound was filled with love, with fulfillment and a cresting desire for more.

Carmen wanted to encourage Alejandra, to spur her onward to new heights with her words, but she could not tear her mouth from its precious fount. She reached out, tightly clasping hold of her sister’s trembling hand.

Alejandra wove their fingers together as another more violent wave approached. “I love you,” she panted with its approach. “I love you so much!”

Carmen responded by squeezing the hand in hers. She closed her eyes with a moan into her sister as Alejandra cried out again, sending fragrant rains to flood her mouth.

“Lover,” Alejandra rasped. “Oh fuck, lover!”

Alejandra could not see. She could not breathe. She was incredibly alive and dying in the same instant. Finally she managed to stammer, “Baby, c-come here.”

Hearing the urgency of her sister’s voice, Carmen broke away from the dripping sex and crawled up Alejandra’s body. Her face glistened. In that moment with her hair mussed like a mane, she was a beast with remnants of the kill still anointing her face.

Carmen’s fell on her sister with savage need, their mouths crushing together. She felt soft arms wrap around her and marveled at their strength. She hissed and moaned as nails dug possessively into her back.

Their kiss grew more heated, more primal.

Alejandra dragged her nails down the older woman’s back, leaving little trailed reminders that Carmen was hers. She sucked at the fullness of her sister’s bottom lip. Her hands cleaved to the shapely mounds of Carmen’s ass, drawing her closer still. She squeezed, making the woman moan. She felt that moan wash over her face as a hot scented breath, which smelled of her own nectar.

Carmen ground the throbbing wetness of her pussy against her sister. She felt their heated friction create a passionate fire. Her lower back concaved into a lustful arch as Alejandra’s hand strayed lower. She purred in response to the touch.

Alejandra felt her forearm brush between her sister’s cheeks as she reached downward. Her fingertips caressed the folds that were swollen with arousal. She dipped a finger into the fiery cove, feeling it tighten. She drew her hand back, causing her finger to slide outward to its tip. With the air rushing to meet her hand, her wet finger felt cool. She thrust forward to submerge it in aromatic heat once more.

Together they moaned, discovering a rhythm. Their hips moved as one. The tenderness of “I love you,” was intermingled with the moaned curses leaping from their lips.

The room was filled with their voices, joined in lustful song. The air was weighted by the scent of the sea and their combined perfumes. Sweat bound their bodies as a lustful seal. Their long dark hair caressed glistening skin, even when hands could not.

With every pumping motion of Carmen’s curvaceous hips, Alejandra felt her sister’s voluptuous ass caress her arm. She drew back her hand only to push crossed fingers into Carmen at the next stroke, a piston driving her big sister closer to the edge.

Carmen was close. She could feel it. Alejandra stared up at her with burning eyes. She wanted, needed to see Carmen in that moment. She longed to memorize her face as her sister surrendered completely to the pleasure welling within.

Carmen gaped at her sister, her lover. She was shaking violently. Their intense lovemaking was causing sheets of sweat to break out over her body. Her cunt was beginning to spasm around Alejandra’s fingers. “Say you’ll be mine,” she panted. “Say we can b-be together… that this isn’t the last time!”

Alejandra thrust deeper still. She groaned as the motion caused Carmen’s slippery pussy to grind against hers. “Oh, it’s not the last time,” she vowed breathlessly. “I promise.” She knew that it would not be possible for her to live without with Carmen again, to never feel her skin on hers. “I’m yours. I’m yours, lover.”

Climax was creeping closer. Carmen was almost blinded from the mounting heat of it. “New — New York?” she struggled to say.

“Come with me,” Alejandra said, giving her fingers a sharp twist.

Carmen could not speak. She nodded quickly, then threw her head back to release a violent scream of utmost pleasure, her hot juices flowing freely.

Alejandra moaned into Carmen’s breasts as she too succumbed to ecstasy.

Together, they writhed in a slick entanglement. Waves of rapture took them again and again, prolonging the moment with torturous pleasure. Finally, they collapsed into the bed. Their breaths were loud and harsh as they filled the air. Then soon… very soon, the sisters’ heartbeats slowed to match the soothing song of the ocean.

Blindly reaching for her sister, Carmen took the younger woman into her arms, then kissed her deeply.

Alejandra swooned. She wrapped her arms around Carmen, her fingers losing themselves in sweat-lined hair. She deepened their kiss, knowing with certainty that she would never be with anyone else, that she would always crave the woman in her arms — her lover, her sister.

The End