Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

When Trish opened her eyes the next morning, the first thing she saw was Monica, still in her own bed, smiling at her. Trish blinked, not sure what to say.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Monica greeted her.

“Un-huh.” Trish yawned her reply and stretched. Sitting up, she adjusted her pillows behind her back and leaned against the headboard. She looked around the room at the posters Monica had on her walls. They were mostly singers, and they were all women. “Monica, can I ask you a question?” She asked after several minutes of silence.

Monica was on her back, flipping through her phone. She lay it on the nightstand and turned to face Trish. “Yeah. Sure. What is it?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I mean it is kinda… well, it’s, you know.” Trish stumbled over her words, not sure how to ask what she wanted to. “Never mind. It’s silly anyway.”

“No, go ahead,” Monica said with a grin. “You can ask anything you want.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please ask. I won’t get mad or anything. Promise and cross my heart,” Monica moved a finger across her chest to form an X.

Trish paused again, not looking at Monica as she knew she would surely be unable to continue if she did.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “Last night after we turned out the lights I couldn’t get to sleep right away. I heard you making noises, and I saw you … well rubbing back and forth against a pillow between your legs.”

“Oh, that. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Monica said.

“What were you doing?”

Monica chuckled. “You know.”

But the expression on Trish’s face told her differently.

“I was getting myself off,” she continued and said it more like a question than a statement.

“Off what?” Trish asked, not understanding.

“I was making myself come, Trish,” Monica said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

Trish looked at her and slowly shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

Monica stared at her in disbelief. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Trish nodded.

“Do you know what masturbation is?”

Trish nodded again, looking down at the floor. Her cheeks burned, and her eyes began to fill. Apparently, this was something that Monica expected she would know something about. She knew what masturbation was from overhearing playground conversations and such, but she never really paid any attention to it. Besides wasn’t that something boys did together?

“Don’t you do it?” Monica asked.

Trish looked up at Monica. Her eyes filled and her lip quivered. “How? I’m not a boy!” She sobbed.

“Whoa! Trish, relax,” Monica said and climbed onto the bed beside Trish. “Don’t cry.”

Monica wrapped an arm around Trish and pulled her close.

“It’s okay not to know about these things. I wasn’t making fun of you or anything. I just figured you knew. I’m sorry.” Monica gave her a kiss on her temple. “But don’t you worry. I will teach you everything I know. Okay?”

Trish nodded again and looked over at Monica and smiled meekly. “Okay. Thanks,” she sniffed.

“First off. Everybody masturbates. Boys, girls, men, and women.”

“Really?” Trish asked.

“Yup. When I said, I was getting off or making myself come that was just a slang way of saying masturbating.”

“Oh, I get it. I’ve heard things like that at school but never knew what they were talking about.”

“Now, Trish. Tell me the truth. Do you play with your pussy?”

Trish felt the heat in her face rise immediately, and the warmth in her pussy grow in conjunction. “No, not really.”

Monica frowned. “Why not?”

“I’ve rubbed it a couple of times, but I got this funny feeling.”

“Okay. And what happened?”

“It scared me, so I stopped,” Trish said softly.

Monica almost laughed but caught herself and pulled Trish in tighter. Quickly she said. “Well, I can understand that. My first time was scary too.”

“Yeah?”

Monica nodded. “Yeah.” She paused for a moment. “Trish, do you know what an orgasm is?”

“No, not really.”

“Well it’s a wonderful feeling you get at the end when you masturbate, and I am going to make it my mission to help you reach one. If you want me to, that is.”

Trish paused and thought about it. Is that what happened to Monica last night when she went all still and yelled into her pillow? She trusted Monica and knew her step-sister wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

“Yeah, I would like that. How are you going to help me?”

“I figured we could just do it together. You watch me and follow along. Okay?”

Trish felt her stomach flip, and that familiar jolt of electricity flash to her clit again. She was going to watch Monica play with her pussy and Monica would be watching her too. Trish took a deep breath, she was so excited and scared shitless.

“Okay,” she said with a shaky voice. “When?”

“No time like the present,” Monica said, smiling mischievously at Trish, and then pulled off her nightshirt and panties. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Trish looked wide-eyed at the now naked body of her step-sister. Her eyes traveled from the small breasts, across the flat of her belly, to the pussy nestled between strong legs. Monica’s love of soccer and floor hockey kept her lean and fit. Trish hadn’t expected it to be so sudden. But her pussy was already beginning to tingle, so she climbed out from under the covers, pulled off her own clothes and lay down beside Monica. Their thighs touched, sending more pulses of pleasure through Trish’s body.

Monica was looking at her now. Lust in her eyes, lips slightly parted. Monica slid her hand across her own belly and touched her pussy. She spread her legs and began to rub her clit in slow circles.

Trish swallowed and felt her heart race. She was awash with feelings that were both familiar and alien to her. Her skin tingled, warmth radiated from her core. Her pussy ached and begged for her touch. An incredible flash of pleasure shot from her clit as her fingers contacted the swollen bud. Trish moaned, rubbing slowly as she watched Monica’s fingers move down through her own pink folds and disappear into her entrance. Monica’s hips thrust up in response, and Trish found herself thrusting in sympathy.

“Damn, Trish, it’s so hot watching you touch yourself,” Monica panted and brought her juice-covered fingers back to her clit.

Trish grunted as her body shuddered. There was that feeling again. That pressure deep inside and it was building fast. She should stop. What would happen if she didn’t? Would she have an orgasm? Is that what Monica meant? What if she didn’t like it?

“I… I… feel funny,” Trish gasped, and her body twitched.

“Good, don’t stop. Keep rubbing your clit.” Monica’s fingers were now a blur over her own clit.

Trish kept going. Her trepidation melted away as every nerve ending came alive with wonderful sensations. Her hand moved quicker now, and she felt and heard the squishy sounds of her juices between her fingers. The intoxicating aroma of their arousal filled her nostrils, and she was finding it harder to breathe. The pressure deep inside her continued to build, and Trish found herself adrift in a strange new place. Then, as if a tightly wound spring suddenly let go, her body stiffened, and she arched her back.

Sparks of brilliant white light exploded behind her eyes and fire flashed from her clit and up her spine. She felt weightless and time stopped.

Trish was unsure of how long she had been away, but the sensation of her body against the mattress drew her back to reality. Her eyes fluttered open, and she drew a deep breath. When her vision cleared, Monica was smiling down at her.

“Hey. Welcome back.”

“Wow.” Was all Trish could say between ragged breaths.

Monica giggled. “So, did you enjoy your first orgasm?”

Nodding, Trish said, “That was an orgasm? Wow!”

“Yeah, it was,” Monica said with a chuckle. “And ya know what’s better than giving yourself an orgasm?”

Trish shook her head. “What?”

“Having your favorite step-sister give you one.”

“You’re my only step-sister,” Trish said giggling. Then she gasped as the realization of what Monica was suggesting registered. “Wait! What! You want to make me… um. What did you call it?”

“Come?” Monica supplied

“Yeah, that’s it. You want to make me come? With your hand?”

“Un-huh,” Monica said placing a hand on Trish’s flat stomach and gently caressed the smooth skin, moving ever closer to the girl’s mound.

Trish looked down at the hand on her belly then back up to Monica. She shuddered and the excitement built inside her once again. “No one’s ever touched me there before.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Monica asked as the tip of her middle finger touched Trish’s clit.

Her hips jerked in response, and she breathed a soft moan. “No. Don’t stop,” she whispered and gazed into Monica’s brown eyes, as renewed sensations flooded from her core. She was letting her step-sister touch her most intimate place, and it didn’t bother her in the least.

Monica’s fingers played with Trish’s clit and moved down through her folds. When Monica’s finger brushed her entrance, Trish raised her hips to meet it. Responding to the perceived invitation, Monica slipped the finger inside. Trish yelped and pushed herself up on her elbows, looked down at the sight.

“Your finger’s inside me!”

“Feels good, right?” Monica said as she slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in.

“God! Yes! Is this what they call finger fucking?” Trish asked, falling back on the pillow.

“Yup,” Monica said and turned her hand to press her thumb down on Trish’s clit. Trish responded by rolling her hips in rhythm to Monica’s thrusts. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the bed sheets. She could feel the pressure building fast, and she moaned Monica’s name, riding her finger harder still.

“Come for me, Trish. Come all over my finger,” Monica said in a low throaty voice.

Trish stiffened and shuddered as her second-ever orgasm crashed over her. A scream caught in her throat, and her ears filled with white noise. Spent, she fell back on the mattress and looked up at Monica. Monica smiled as she pulled her finger from Trish, cleaning it with her mouth.

“Oh my god, Monica! What did you do to me?” Trish stared at her friend in utter amazement at what she had made her feel.

Monica chuckled and plopped back down on the bed beside Trish. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Can we do it again?” Trish asked hopefully, rolling onto her side, and looking at Monica. “I mean if you want to. I would like to try and make you come.” Trish felt the burn in her cheeks and between her legs. She held her breath for a long moment as she waited for the response, praying for it to be yes.

“For sure, but later. We better get up and shower. Mom will be banging on the door any minute now,” Monica said as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “We wouldn’t want her to catch us having sex, now would we?” Monica gave her a broad smile and a giggle as she scooped up her nightshirt and slipped it on.

Trish sat up quickly, feeling her stomach lurch. “Is that what we did? Have sex?” She asked, sounding more excited than shocked, which is how she should feel, shocked, not excited. But she was excited.

Monica laughed. “No, not really. That was just some fooling around, but if you want to have sex…”

The smile that Monica wore was mischievous. Trish sat on the bed still trying to process all that had happened this morning as she watched her step-sister leave the bedroom. Did she want to have sex? She wasn’t even sure what that meant. The boy and girl making a baby thing she got, well at least the basic mechanics of it. But how two girls would have sex made her think. So, she sat there, naked, on the edge of the bed and absently toyed with her clit as she thought about it.

It wasn’t until a little jolt of pleasure shot through her that Trish realized what she was doing. Quickly, she pulled her hand away and looked around nervously. Noticing that the bedroom door was wide open, Trish grabbed her nightshirt feeling her face flush, and hurriedly pulled the shirt on. She hoped that no one had walked by while she was touching herself. She had no way of knowing, of course, that Gwen had been standing in the doorway behind her only moments before, watching the pre-teen touching herself, a naughty little grin on her face.

With breakfast done, the girls helped clear the table and load the dishwasher. Gwen stood at the sink, washing the frying pan she had used for the scrambled eggs. Trish had been glad that the thrumming in her pussy had settled by the time she sat down for breakfast. She had masturbated in the shower that morning and quickly brought herself to orgasm.

“You girls have any plans for today?” Gwen asked.

“No, not really,” Monica said as she placed the last plate into the dishwasher.

“How about swimming? You could grab the bus and go to the aquatic center,” Gwen suggested.

“I’m game,” Trish said when Monica glanced over at her, an eyebrow raised, wordlessly asking the question.

“Guess we’re going swimming,” Monica said.

“Okay then,” Gwen chuckled. “But before you go. Could you take the recycling out to the garage, please? And don’t forget we’re all going to the movies after supper.”

The girls agreed and gathered up the bags of recyclables. Slipping on their sneakers, Trish followed Monica into the garage. The spacious two-car garage had only one car in it as Jason had his at work with him. Trish gave a little shiver as she made her way to where the rest of the garbage bags lay. In one corner, near the big garage door, she noticed an old, tattered armchair. There was a box of odd and ends sitting on it, along with a broken lamp, and other discarded objects that wouldn’t be able to fit in a garbage bag.

“What’s up with all this stuff?” Trish asked pointing at the pile.

“Stuff for the dump,” Monica replied. “We’ll put it out by the road when spring clean-up week comes.”

Trish nodded. “Right. We have the same thing back home.” She was about to head back to the house when an object tucked in beside the armchair caught her attention. Trish reached down and pulled a fancy looking briefcase from where it sat between a cardboard box and the armchair. It looked expensive. It was bound in rich brown leather, and its hardware was shining gold.

Trish turned it so the clasps were facing her and she saw that one was missing altogether. The carrying handle was also missing. She turned and looked when Monica squatted beside her.

“What did ya find?” she asked.

“This old briefcase. The leather looked so nice from a distance.”

“It is nice, isn’t it? Jason found it in the attic when he had more insulation put in.”

“Oh,” Trish said as she popped open the latch. When she opened the case, the top tilted to the side and the girls noticed that a hinge was missing. “I can see why it’s in the trash,” Trish said. Examining the interior, she caught sight of what looked like a brown envelope peeking out from a pocket inside the lid.

Setting the briefcase down, Trish pulled the envelope out and flipped it over in her hands. It was about the size of a sheet of typing paper and was blank on both sides.

“Is there anything in it?” Monica asked.

Trish glanced up at Monica and saw a look of excitement on her face as if they had found a buried treasure chest. Trish pulled the mouth of the envelope apart slightly. The weight of the envelope had told her there was something in the envelope, but what she didn’t know. Peering inside she answered Monica.

“Pictures!” Trish reached in and pulled a stack of 8×10 photographs from the envelope. Turning them, so the top photo faced them, both girls gasped.

“Oh my god,” they said in unison.

The first color photo in the pile showed a boy of about 12 sitting on a sofa. Seated on either side of him was a girl. Each girl looked to be about the same age, and all three of them were naked. The boy was smiling at the camera, his hand on the girls’ backs. The girls, one blonde and one brunette, were busy playing with his stiff cock.

“Let’s see the rest,” Monica said.

“Okay.” Trish felt herself getting excited as she went through the pile. The next four photos depicted the same three kids, each one being more explicit than the previous one. The remaining fifteen pictures were of just the two girls. There were shots of them kissing, masturbating, fingering each other, and lots of oral sex.

Trish shook her head, not really believing what she had just seen. Her pussy told her it was real and was throbbing with desire. Was that how girls have sex together she wondered. She slipped the pictures back into the envelope and stood.

“Oh wow!” She handed the envelope to her step-sister.

“Yeah. Wow.” Monica replied, and Trish could see that the steamy photos had affected her the same.

“Do you think my dad knew they were there?” Trish asked as she put the briefcase back together and slid it back to where she found it.

“I doubt it. If he had found them, I’m sure he would have destroyed them.”

“So, should we get rid of them?” Trish asked. She knew they should, but she didn’t really want to. Well, maybe the ones with the boy. She did want to look at the girls some more. As if Monica was reading her mind she shook her head.

“No. Not right away. But we should get back inside. I’ll go hide these in my room.”

With the package of naughty photos safely hidden in Monica’s room, the girls packed their swimsuits and towels, said goodbye to Gwen, and headed for the bus.

Let’s join the girls in the pool in Chapter 3!