Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Jojo Starr

Miley had never had so much excitement in her life. Every day was filled with wonderful butterflies fluttering all throughout her body, and throbbing, tingling nerves of anticipation of late-night activities with her sister’s panties.

It had become almost an obsession with her. The feelings she got when her nose was buried in her sister’s panties, her hips humping away frantically against her pillow, were unlike anything she’d ever experienced. For her, that moment, right before she climaxed, was the single greatest moment in the world and it was all that mattered.

The only problem was that these moments weren’t happening as frequently as she would have liked. Sometimes she was running so late in the mornings that she didn’t have time to get her sister’s panties before she had to get to class. Other times, even if she had acquired Daria’s panties, she would be so exhausted by the end of the day that she would actually pass out as she was waiting for Daria to fall asleep. She started to worry that the lack of sleep was getting to her.

But to make matters even worse, Miley began to feel slightly guilty about her actions. She knew it was abnormal behavior to be doing the things she was doing. In fact, it was actually perverse.

Still, what kept her from stopping altogether was the fact that Daria was clearly struggling with the same issues, and, to be perfectly honest, it broke Miley’s heart to see her sister in so much anguish. She loved Daria with all her heart and wanted desperately to see her happy.

Miley wrestled with these issues for days on end, wondering whether she should do something, and if so, what. It was exhausting. Of course, the easiest thing to do was try to push it out of her mind, which she often did. But that didn’t stop it from popping right back up again when she least expected it.

It had been several days since Miley had been able to do anything naughty, and she was really looking forward to it tonight. That morning, she had acquired her sister’s panties from the hamper – a super cute pair, she thought, which made it all the more sexy that Daria had had an orgasm in them. She’d been looking forward to it all day. And that night, as she lay in bed, waiting for her sister to fall asleep, she fought her body’s exhaustion. She fought it hard. But it seemed to be no use…

Miley’s heart was pounding as she felt her sister’s body brushing against hers. They were just sitting on the couch, watching TV, but Miley could feel the warmth of her sister’s skin against hers and it was too distracting. It was giving her tingles and causing butterflies in her stomach. She felt an urge to do something, but she didn’t know what.

Suddenly, Daria was looking at her. Miley froze as she looked into her sister’s eyes, feeling her body get hot. Daria was looking at her that way again… that way that made her weak all over.

Miley could feel her heart pound and actually felt shocked at how beautiful Daria was. Miley could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Daria had never seemed this beautiful before and it affected Miley profoundly. She felt just like a puddle in her presence.

And then Daria raised her hand and placed it on Miley’s arm. It was so soft and so warm… such a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt of heat all throughout Miley’s body. And then Daria’s face was moving closer.

Oh, God, Miley thought. Oh, God, she’s going to kiss me. Every nerve in her young body twisted up as tightly as possible. She couldn’t believe this was happening. And then Daria’s lips were on hers. Oh, God it’s so heavenly.

Miley’s hips rocked forward involuntarily and she was surprised to discover Daria’s hand on the couch, right between her legs. When Miley pushed her hips forward, they pressed against Daria’s wrist. Oh, God, it feels so good. Miley pushed her hips forward again as she felt Daria kiss her deeper. Oh, God, it’s so… Oh, God… So good…

Miley woke up panting heavily, her body covered in sweat. She was practically trembling. She still felt everything she felt in the dream. Part of her was annoyed that it was only a dream, but the other part of her couldn’t deny how thrillingly passionate it was. She was unbelievably hot. Hot for her sister.

Miley swallowed dryly as she let this thought sink in. It was a strange, almost disquieting thought, but also a terribly hot one. And suddenly she felt an almost physically painful ache spread throughout her body. An ache to be held, to be needed, to be loved… by her sister. It was almost unbearable, and in that moment she knew Daria had felt the exact same thing. She had no doubt that this was the very sensation Daria had every time she woke up from a dream crying out Miley’s name.

It was terrible. The pain was terrible and it was terrible to know that Daria had been suffering through it too. For how long, Miley could only guess. But it had to stop. She had to stop it. She couldn’t let this go on. She couldn’t experience this pain again. And she couldn’t bear the thought that her sister would ever have to endure it again either.

The rest of the night, Miley lay awake, tortured by these thoughts. She knew she had to do something, but what? What could she possibly do that wouldn’t make a complete fool of herself? What would she do? Say that she knows Daria has feelings for her and that… that they should… what? Be together? Just thinking it sounded absolutely absurd. But she had to do something. She had to.

After several hours of brooding, she finally settled on what she thought was the easiest path – sympathy. She would tell Daria she heard her waking up in the night. That she knew about Daria’s dreams. And that they didn’t bother her. That’s what she would do. It was the only way. It had to be.

*****

The next day was Friday. Miley was terrified all day, knowing what she had to do, but at the same time she was slightly relieved that the weekend was almost here and she would be able to sleep in. She couldn’t remember feeling so exhausted in her life.

All this secrecy and conflicting emotions were too much for her. She couldn’t handle it any longer. She knew that confronting her sister might mean that all this would come to an end. The thought made her heart sink, but at least she would have some closure and wouldn’t feel so tortured all the time.

Miley could barely focus on anything at school. All day she kept creating scenarios in her head of what she would say to her sister that evening and how it would play out. Nothing seemed to be right. It was creating so much anxiety within her, she actually began to doubt whether she could even go through with it at all. But she had to. She knew it was the right thing to do.

So after dinner that night, Miley took several deep breaths, preparing herself. She knew that this would be a good time, as their parents usually sat down and watched TV for a few hours after dinner. She had barely made eye contact with her sister all day. Every time they did, it felt like they were trying to avoid each other. It pained Miley to her core, and she knew it pained Daria too.

She watched as Daria cleared her place and walked off to their bedroom. What was she going to do, Miley wondered. It was Friday so there wasn’t any homework to do. Whatever it was, it would have to wait. Miley took three more deep breaths and got up from her chair.

*****

Daria sat on her bed, her back propped against the headboard, reading a book that one of her friends told her about. It was easy to get into, and she actually enjoyed reading it. It was one of the few things she could do that could successfully take her mind off all the crazy emotions she’d been feeling lately.

Suddenly, she heard the door creak open and, looked up. It was Miley. Great. Just as she thought she’d be able to relax from thinking about her for a while. “Hey,” she said, moving her eyes back to her book.

“H-hey,” came Miley’s voice.

Daria felt a twinge of discomfort. There was something in Miley’s voice, and the way her throat caught…

“Hey, um…” Miley went on. “I was wondering… do you… um, have a minute?”

Daria looked up, her eyebrows slightly raised. She felt her stomach tighten and a jolt of anxiety rush through her body. Something was definitely up. But she hadn’t talked to her sister in so long, and it was clear that Miley was troubled in some way. She had to hear her out, whatever it was. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it would be good to finally talk about something again. Something normal. She sighed as politely as possible and set her book down. “Sure, what’s up?”

Miley swallowed and turned to close the door behind her. Then she walked over and sat down on her own bed, directly across from Daria, her back straight, her hands palm down on her thighs.

Daria felt her anxiety increase. This seemed serious and she didn’t know if she was ready for anything serious. She just wanted a nice, quiet evening, precisely to distract herself from anything serious. She straightened herself, her body tightening.

Miley looked down at her hands and fidgeted with them for a few seconds. Then she looked up.

“Daria, I…” she began, “I’ve been waking up at night and I’ve been… I’ve been hearing you… making noises.”

Daria’s blood turned to ice, freezing her in place. She had to remember to start breathing again. Breathe, Daria, breathe…

Miley looked down again at her hands.

“And I…” she went on, “…and I know that you’re dreaming… and I… and I know… they’re… the dreams…. are about me.”

Daria’s heart sank. No, she thought. Please, God, no. This was everything she’d feared. Everything. She feared she’d been too loud… too obvious. She feared she’d been talking in her sleep. She feared… that Miley had heard. And she had. This was it. This was the end of everything. Daria would never forgive herself. She was a terrible, disgusting human being.

But then again… so was Miley. Daria knew about Miley’s little secret and it was the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely in tears. If Miley called her out on anything – anything at all – Daria would throw Miley’s secret right back in her face. She couldn’t say anything to that. So Daria froze. Tense. Waiting.

“And I…” Miley started.

Daria studied her sister carefully. Every sense and nerve in her body was on high alert. She was on pins and needles – she could erupt in a cavalcade of emotions at any given instant.

She looked at Miley’s face, almost frozen itself, looking down at her hands. And then, ever so slightly, she saw her sister’s shoulders start to shake. Miley was trembling. Suddenly it dawned on Daria how difficult this was for her sister to say. Instantly, she softened considerably, but still felt a good degree of tension.

“I…” Miley went on. “I don’t want you to freak out because….”

Daria tensed again, but for a different reason. This was getting interesting. Her ears strained for every possible syllable that would come out of her sister’s mouth.

“Because…” Miley continued, “…because, I had a dream, too… about you.”

A shockwave coursed through Daria’s body. She certainly wasn’t expecting this. Suddenly all of the tension from her fear shifted into something else. She was now deeply, intensely curious. And… oh God… was she becoming excited?

Miley looked up, now with tears in her eyes.

“I… I never knew it until then,” Miley said, fighting back the urge to cry. “But… it’s always been there. This… this feeling… I… I can’t explain it. And… and once I realized you felt it, even if it was only in your dreams, I… I just… I just knew…”

As she listened to her sister speak, Daria had never felt such an incredible swirling rush of emotions in all her life. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? Yes. Yes, she is. There was no doubt about it. Miley – her little sister – literally the girl of her dreams – was confessing that she felt the same way Daria did.

Daria’s heart pounded like never before, and all of the emotions and physical sensations she’d felt in her dreams for Miley came flooding back into her body all at once, igniting a passion and a fire in her body she never knew existed. Her stomach tightened as she experienced a real-life version of the sensations she’d experienced in her first two dreams about Miley – that she was the most breathtakingly beautiful creature she’d ever laid eyes on. The girl she loved more than anything in the world, and the fact that Miley was so sincere and so emotional right now only increased her beauty tenfold. Daria’s chest and her belly burned, and she felt a heavy and unmistakable throbbing between her legs.

She couldn’t leave Miley in this state. Miley was on the verge of tears – pained, tortured. Daria stood up from her bed, almost without thinking, and walked over to Miley’s bed. Miley stopped talking and froze. Daria sat down next to her sister, their knees touching. The sensation was electric.

Miley looked up at her, her eyes big and wet, searching Daria’s eyes, pleading. She was so beautiful it hurt. Daria felt a terrible aching in her chest and there was only one way to stop it.

Slowly, gently, Daria reached up with both hands, delicately cupping her sister’s face in them. Miley’s skin was so soft… Daria gently pulled her closer as she leaned in. As she came within inches of her sister’s face, she saw Miley’s eyelids softly close, her lips gently parted – so soft, so smooth. Oh, God. It is going to happen. Daria was really, truly, going to kiss the girl she loved more than anyone in the world – her own sister – in real life.

Daria’s heart thumped heavily in her chest as electricity coursed through her body at the realization that Miley wanted this too. Every nerve and every fiber in her being was tense with the knowledge that this was real. Slowly, she closed her own eyes, moving forward, and felt the wonderful heat of her sister’s face before pressing her lips to the most beautifully soft, most thrilling lips in the world – those of her little sister.

Time stopped. There was just heat, and warmth, and love. Daria held her lips against her sister’s, and as she did, she felt the fire in her belly and chest grow stronger. But something told her to pull back and look into Miley’s eyes again. She had to read them – to see what Miley was feeling.

So Daria pulled back from the most wonderfully blissful sensation of her life and opened her eyes. She saw the most beautiful girl in the world slowly open her eyes and look at her with such profound love it actually made her ache.

There was no mistaking it. Miley felt exactly the way she did and not one iota different. Daria felt the fires in her body burn hotter and heavier than ever before as she leaned back in, kissing her sister with firmer, heavier passion.

She felt Miley’s lips crush back against her own and she sighed heavily through her nostrils, holding her sister’s face tighter in her hands. She opened her mouth wider, kissing with a hunger she never knew she possessed, every nerve and fiber in her body alive with desperate arousal.

She wanted to feel every part of her sister’s mouth – merge it with her own. Her lips were incredible, but she wanted more. Daria opened her mouth, panting against her sister’s lips, and when Miley opened hers, Daria lunged forward, merging their open mouths and thrust her tongue into her sister’s mouth, eager to taste her saliva. She felt Miley sigh against her heavily as she pressed her tongue firmly against her sister’s, nearly shuddering at the contact. Daria felt a desperate urge deep within her as she licked her sister’s tongue, pulling it into her mouth, sucking on it.

She couldn’t get enough. The intensity with which she was drawn to her sister was almost painful. Her hands roamed over her sister’s arms, shoulders, back, sides – anything she could touch. She felt Miley’s hands on her body as well, gripping tight, squeezing, clutching her urgently.

The fire that she’d felt in her dreams burned hotter and more intensely than she was prepared for. It was in her chest, in her stomach, and, quite acutely, between her legs. Her body took over. Her passion consumed her. She had to get closer to her sister. She had to merge with her.

Daria turned in front of her sister, keeping her mouth locked on her as she leaned against her, pushing her back to the bed. They broke the kiss when Miley hit the mattress, panting heavily as Daria crawled over her and onto the bed.

Daria needed this. God, she needed it so badly. She saw her sister’s eyes staring back at her, burning desperately for more. Miley, almost instinctively, pushed herself back up the mattress, lying flat on her back as Daria followed her. Daria looked down at her sister hungrily, the fire within her burning intensely as they panted for breath.

Daria could barely believe this was happening. She never wanted anything so bad in her life. She quickly flipped her hair to one side so it wouldn’t be in Miley’s face before lunging down and covering her mouth with her own once again.

They sighed, kissing deeply. Daria not able to get enough of her sister’s lips, tongue, and taste. The throbbing between Daria’s legs was getting impossible to ignore and she quickly crawled up her sister’s body with her knees, hunching over to keep her mouth on Miley’s as her hands went to her jeans, trembling as she fumbled with the button and zipper, then hooking her thumbs in her jeans and panties, pushing them down forcefully with one thrust.

Daria didn’t really know what she was doing – she was operating purely on instinct. All she could think about was how hot and painfully aching her sex was, and how she had alleviated it in her dream with Miley.

Once Daria had her jeans and panties down to her knees, her hands desperately went to her sister’s waistband, fumbling with her button and zipper. Miley’s hands were there almost immediately and they were struggling to pull everything down, Miley’s hips rising off the mattress to get it over her butt.

Panting, Daria walked back on her knees, grabbing Miley’s bunched up garments in her fists, pushed her sister’s legs up, and pulled them up and off her body in one heavy motion. Miley’s legs fell back to the bed and Daria’s body fell between them, her mouth lunging for her sister’s once again.

“MMMMmmmmMMMNNNHHH!” the girls grunted as their bodies collided, their naked hips pressing together for the first time.

Daria pulled back from the kiss, gasping desperately for air as she tried to process the sensation of her hot, naked flesh against her sister’s, and especially her sister’s very short and very soft pubic hair, which tickled her crotch wonderfully.

After two or three short gasps, she went back to her sister’s mouth, her tongue going deep. As she felt Miley’s lips gripping her own, she thrust her hips forward, operating purely on instinct. Then, just as instinctively, Miley opened her legs wider and pulled her thighs back, welcoming Daria closer. Daria groaned as she thrust forward again, this time her hot, burning sex crushing against her sister’s soft, young lips.

“MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!” the girls squealed into each other’s mouths at the sensation.

This was it, Daria realized. This is what she had to do. It’s what she’d done in her dream and it felt so real, so right, and so unapologetically primal. They were kissing, with the lips of their mouths and the lips between their legs. Both places were hot, wet, and aching for more and stronger contact.

She thrust forward again, and again, and again, her brow furrowing, her eyes squeezed tight, seeing stars. She burned and ached like never before, her hips operating of their own accord, pumping, thrusting, humping as hard as they could in a desperate attempt to crush her sex against her sister’s, the same way their mouths were crushed together. To merge with her sister’s body, top and bottom, fluids mixing together at both ends. As sexual and primal a union as she could fathom. Humping. Thrusting. Hard. Tight. Hot. Wet.

She felt Miley’s hands gripping the shirt on her back, and suddenly Miley broke the kiss, gasping for air with a barely audible high-pitched squeak. From a survival standpoint, Daria was relieved – it was getting too intense and she needed to breathe too.

She held her forehead against Miley’s as she pumped her hips and looked down at her, panting hotly. Miley looked back up at her, bringing her hands down to cup Daria’s face as they humped. This was no dream. This was absolutely real and it was shocking in its intensity. Everything was building so fast and so hot…

“Omigod,” Daria panted. “Miley… Oh, God, Miley…”

Suddenly Miley’s face twisted up, her brow wrinkling tightly.

Her sister’s expression sent a bolt of sharp, hot energy through Daria, causing her to hump harder, with all her might, gritting her teeth. She thrust hard and tight, crushing her sex tightly and wetly against her sister’s, grunting as she felt the most powerful welling surge up from her core, spreading rapidly to her whole body.

Miley’s face stayed scrunched. “Daria! Daria!” And then her eyes went big, her mouth dropping open.

It was the most beautiful thing Daria had ever seen and she instantly climaxed. She was staring down into her little sister’s face, the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen, in the throes of an orgasm, her face frozen in the most breathtakingly beautiful expression she’d ever seen.

It was shocking how powerfully it affected Daria, and she instantly felt her orgasm magnify five-fold. Never in her life had she imagined pleasure of this intensity was possible, and she felt her own face twist up, holding her sister’s gaze, as their hips crushed together as tightly as possible, slick, hot pleasure coursing between them at the juncture of their bodies.

They were silent, frozen in orgasm, their bodies trembling heavily, until Miley’s hands moved up Daria’s back, gripping her tighter, then her legs swinging around the backs of Daria’s thighs, pulling her tight, locking their bodies together.

Daria’s body jerked as she felt another sharp jolt of arousal course through her, her hips involuntarily trembling against Miley’s, causing the expressions on Miley’s beautiful face to get even more extreme.

Through it all, their gaze held, never breaking eye contact, and it was causing deep and powerful emotions to course through Daria’s body. The orgasm was too intense – she couldn’t think, all she could do was feel. And she felt the girl of her dreams – the love of her life, her beautiful little sister, the girl she was never supposed to be able to have, who she’d been burning for desperately for what seemed like an eternity now – wanting this, wanting her, passionately, and they were having it, they were doing it, this was actually happening – she and her little sister were coming, heavily, joined in sexual union.

“AAH!” Daria screamed as she felt her heart swell to the breaking point, her body heaving into her sister, but not able to go anywhere as Miley had such a tight grip on her body.

And suddenly, she felt a different orgasm – this one from her chest, causing her entire body to tremble and shake. “HHHhhaahhhHHnnnhhh — HHHHhhhaaaahhhnnnnhh! HHHhhhaaaaaahhhhnnnnhhHHH!” She suddenly realized she was crying – sobbing actually, her body heaving, shaking and jerking. She was still coming too, and the heaving was prolonging her orgasm, as was Miley’s tight grip on her body.

It was a strange sensation, coming and crying all at once, but powerfully and wonderfully intense. Her upper body collapsed onto Miley’s, her head buried into her shoulder, and she could hear little sister gasp beautifully as her own orgasm continued. They held each other – gasping, panting, trembling, sobbing, jerking, until their orgasms slowly subsided, which seemed to take a wonderful eternity.

Daria felt her sister’s body pressed to hers – her arms around her, her legs around her, their clothed upper halves pressed together, chests heaving, breasts soft and wonderful, and their lower bodies joined, skin to hot, slick, wet skin. She felt overwhelming love and acceptance, her body tangled up with her sister’s, and once again felt herself start to cry – more silently this time. She felt Miley’s hands softly caressing her back, her breath next to her ear.

“Oh Daria… Daria, it’s okay…” Miley softly breathed.

Daria let herself cry for a minute, then began to collect herself as a stronger urge overcame her. She wanted to look at her beautiful sister’s face again.

Slowly, she raised her upper body – their lower halves still joined – and looked down into her sister’s painfully gorgeous face, her eyes wet with tears as she had clearly been crying as well, her mouth pursed into a smile that she was desperate to hold onto, lest she burst into tears. It was adorable.

“Oh, Miley,” Daria breathed, brushing aside some sweat-soaked strands of hair that had been plastered to Miley’s face. “Oh, my God,” she said, feeling her heart swelling again. “Is this real?”

Miley’s smile widened as she finally burst into a giggle-cry, her head nodding.

Daria giggled too, shortly though, as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. The silence as they stared at each other was beautiful. Daria brushed her fingers across her sister’s face and slowly leaned down toward her. Miley parted her lips and their mouths joined as beautiful warmth spread through their bodies.

Daria sighed, loving the soft, wonderful sensation of her sister’s lips against her own. Gently, she felt Miley’s hands on the sides of her face and they kissed deeper, softer, lovingly.

They wanted this moment to last forever, but there were footsteps coming down the hallway, getting louder. Panicking, Daria and Miley broke their embrace and quickly tried to disentangle themselves just as a knock came at the door.

“You girls okay in there?” their father asked from behind the door.

Daria panicked. They were still naked from the waist down, both on Miley’s bed. And the air… oh God, it smelled so strongly.

“I heard a loud thump and it sounded like someone was crying,” their father said behind the door.

“Oh!” Daria said, maybe a little too loudly. “I uh… I just… stubbed my toe against the bed!”

“Oh, okay,” their father said. “It sounded pretty bad.”

“It’s okay, I’m fine! I’ll be okay!” Daria shouted.

“Okay,” their father said as the footsteps walked back down the hall.

Daria and Miley looked at each other, their faces completely white with shock and panic. As soon as they saw the other’s expression, they immediately burst into giggles.

“God, that was close!” Daria gasped as their giggles died down.

“I know!” Miley said. “Can you imagine if dad walked in on us??”

Daria squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t even want to think about it,” she said.

“Thank God he bought it,” Miley said.

“Yeah,” Daria said, realizing that that ‘thump’ their dad heard was probably the headboard hitting the wall on that last thrust Daria gave right at their climax. The thought sent a jolt of energy through her. But she quickly brought her attention back to the matter at hand. “We can’t get careless like that,” she said seriously.

“I know,” Miley said, her voice dropping.

“Mom and dad can’t know about this,” Daria went on. “Can you imagine?? Our lives would be over!”

“I… I know,” Miley said, squeezing her eyes shut.

Daria immediately kicked herself. She hated that pained look on Miley’s face. They had just connected for the first time in weeks it felt like, and it was absolute heaven. Why did she have to go and make Miley feel guilty for this? That wasn’t fair.

“Hey,” Daria said, placing her hand on Miley’s back. “Listen, this was beautiful. I don’t regret a single second of it, Miley, and I hope you don’t either.”

“I… I don’t,” Miley said.

The look on her sister’s face still pained Daria. “Oh God,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around her little sister. “I love you so much, Miley,” she said, completely sincere. “So much it hurts.”

“I love you too,” Miley said, close to tears.

Daria felt close to tears as well. This was so intense, so powerful. She was finally connecting with the girl of her dreams. She wanted her so bad, but she couldn’t risk losing her. “We just have to be careful,” she said.

“Okay,” Miley said, sighing. Daria could tell she felt a whole lot better.

Daria slowly pulled back from their embrace. “Which probably means getting some clothes back on now,” she said, smirking slightly.

“Yeah, I agree,” Miley said.

Continue on to Chapter 5!