Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

You Call This a Seduction?

By Cheryl Taggert

I was a little nervous as we rang the doorbell at the Graysons’. A car I didn’t recognize was in their driveway and I figured it must belong to Randi. It did. As it turned out, she’s the one who answered the door, though I thought it was Ronni.

“Hi, Ronni,” I said, suddenly wondering how this would all turn out.

“Actually, I’m Randi. Ronni’s in the den. Won’t you come in?” She was looking at Aunt Emmy, obviously wondering who she was. She’d almost certainly seen my mom in Ronni’s DVD of her, and Aunt Emmy was too young to be my mom anyway.

“Hi, I’m Cheryl’s Aunt Emily,” said Aunt Emmy, offering her hand to Randi.

“Oh, of course. I’m Randi Craig, Ronni’s sister.”

“Yes,” said Aunt Emmy, “Cheryl’s told me a lot about you.” She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she said this, and I wanted to sink through the floor. I’d never met Randi before, so the only “a lot” I COULD have told Aunt Emmy about her was that she was in the video having sex with Ronni.

“I see,” said Randi, before looking down at me. Her smile was not as bright as it had been when she’d opened the door. I prayed that Aunt Emmy knew what she was doing and wouldn’t blow this for me. I had started to look forward to all the fun I would be having with this family of very desirable women, not to mention little Emily. I was even hoping I could give Mr. Grayson a few blowjobs and let him lick my pussy. After all, I am bi, not a lesbian, and Mr. Grayson was sexy.

We started for the den, Randi leading the way. “So you have the same name as my niece,” Randi said to Aunt Emmy.

“Yes. I hope she loves her name as much as I love mine.”

We entered the den and found Ronni waiting for us, a glass of something cold in her hand. She, too, looked wonderingly at Aunt Emmy.

“This is–” began Randi, but Aunt Emmy interrupted her.

“I’m Emily, Cheryl’s aunt. She’s told me a LOT about you.” Then turning towards Randi, she said, “and your twin. My, you are both so beautiful. You take my breath away.”

Ronni took charge. “Yes, well, won’t you sit down and join us for a little while.”

“Actually, joining you is exactly what I had in mind. Where’s the little one?” she asked, meaning Emily.

“She’s in her room, playing with her puppy,” said Ronni. She didn’t look upset exactly. She looked more confused than anything.

“Or maybe the puppy’s playing with her, eh?” said Aunt Emmy, her eyebrows arching.

Ronni then looked a little angry. Her eyes flashed as she said, “I’m sorry. You seem to be talking in riddles or something. What exactly do you mean by that?”

“I’ll cut to the chase,” said Emmy. “I slept with Cheryl last night when she got home. We ended up having sex, and not for the first time and certainly not for the last. She told me about what will happen today, and I figured that now that we have enough information about each other to send everyone to jail, I was sort of hoping to get in on this.”

The twins looked stunned. Ronni said, “You mean that you…”

“Yep. And I loved licking Cheryl’s pussy as much as you did last night. I can tell you that I am at least as good in bed as Cheryl is and you certainly won’t regret inviting me to this little orgy. I have a lot of experience seducing girls little Emily’s age, so I’m an asset, not a liability. Will Emily remain in her room for a while?”

“Uhm, yes,” Ronni said.

With that, Aunt Emmy stood up and took off her top. She was not wearing a bra, and when her shorts came down, we saw she wasn’t wearing panties either. Within ten seconds from standing, she was completely naked in front of us. She lay on the floor and crooked her finger at me. I moved to her and she pointed at her shaved pussy. “Are you hungry?” she asked, and I glanced at the twins to make sure they were looking, which of course they were, and I moved in immediately, covering Aunt Emmy’s pussy with my mouth.

As I did, I reached down and started pulling my shorts down, along with my panties. I wanted to be as naked as my aunt. I was having trouble reaching them and still being able to lick Aunt Emmy, but suddenly a pair of hands were helping me. Looking at the small sofa, I saw that Ronni, who was at least dressed differently from Randi, was just watching, which meant that Randi, the one who liked to tell her sister about her fantasies of having sex with her niece, was the one removing my clothes. As soon as my lower half was naked, I felt a tongue at my butthole. Mmmm. That did feel good.

Ronni got down from the sofa and was now kissing Aunt Emmy, any animosity forgotten. Her hands were kneading the flesh of her boobs and pinching her nipples. Aunt Emmy was already starting to climb the ladder of orgasms, as she called it. I recognized her breathing patterns and the little moans that erupted with each exhale. I went to work in earnest, trying to break all records for speed of bringing someone off with my mouth.

Soon, Aunt Emmy was squealing and I re-doubled my efforts. My tongue was sliding all around her clit and my fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy, my thumb pressing into her butthole with each inward stroke.

Then she came. And boy did she come. Apparently, this whole thing had gotten her really hot, because I could barely keep up with her bouncing hips.

Ronni had unbuttoned her top and was pinching her own nipples as she sucked and nibbled Aunt Emmy’s. Randi was behind me still licking my ass. Aunt Emmy was starting to recover, and I was lying with my face against her pussy, kissing it and catching my breath, while still dealing with the wonderful sensations Randi was giving my butthole. And Emily? The little one that was expected to stay in her room? She was standing at the doorway to the den, watching wide-eyed. We didn’t realize this until we heard her gasp.

Four panicked pairs of eyes turned to look at her at once. Her own eyes, already saucer-sized, got even bigger at having been seen looking at us, and she did what any six-year-old will do when caught doing what she figured she shouldn’t be doing. She turned and ran to her room.

We all immediately disentangled ourselves from each other and started down the hallway, calling her name. Her door was closed but not locked, thank goodness, and we all entered the room in a sort of bundle of flesh in various states of undress. Randi and Ronni both had their tops undone with no bra to hide their tits. I was without bottoms, and the short top I had on came nowhere near to covering my pussy or my ass, which had saliva gathered at the asshole, an oddly pleasant feeling. Aunt Emmy, of course, had us all beat. She was as naked as the day she was born.

In any other circumstance, this would have probably looked hilarious, but this was not such a circumstance. Emily had been frightened by what her mommy, aunt, babysitter, and a strange teenager were doing. It had been fine to play around with me; we were nearly the same age, but seeing us doing what we’d been doing was unexpected.

Ronni immediately went to her to calm her down, cooing loving words to her. Emily, of course, was crying. Finally, Aunt Emmy suggested everyone else leave the room and give her some time with Emily. Perhaps it was because we weren’t sure what else to do, but we did just that. We all went out into the hallway and left Emily with my naked aunt.

We heard quiet talking followed by a weepy response. I heard my aunt tell her that they had the same name, which was the first thing that seemed to cause Emily to change from crying to just sniffles. Then Aunt Emmy started talking to Emily. Soon they were in full conversation. After a bit, the door opened, and Aunt Emmy, with a likewise naked Emily, stood in the doorway. To our surprise, Emily was smiling.

“Is it true?!” she asked. We all wondered what she was talking about. She sounded as if Aunt Emmy had told her we were taking her this very afternoon on a trip to every amusement park in the world.

As it turned out, she sort of had.

“Is what true?” asked Ronni.

“That you want all of us to play naked games together and get those special feelings from each other?”

“Uh.” Ronni looked around, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Well is it?!”

Finally Ronni looked down at her daughter, the sexually precocious Emily, and answered her question. “Well, yes. Do you want that?”

“YIPPEE!” she answered. jumping up and down in place and clapping, meaning of course she did.

Randi took Emily by the hand and led her to the bed, obviously intent on making her favorite fantasy come true before any of us changed our mind.

Ronni looked at Aunt Emmy. “How did you do that?”

“Easy. I just told her the truth. Based on what Cheryl had told me I knew she was up for it. After I told her that I was Cheryl’s aunt, I told her that not only Cheryl and I, but also her mommy and her aunt wanted to play with her the way Cheryl had last night. That’s when I took her clothes off, and we played around just a little, touching each other and kissing. Then I said for us to come tell you.”

“Oh, my. And that’s all there was to it? I was planning this elaborate scheme to get her into bed with us all, but you handled it in only a few minutes.” She looked at Aunt Emmy with a new and considerable respect. “Thank you!” She leaned in and kissed Aunt Emmy, and it was certainly more than a thank you kiss. Lots of tongue and lots of moaning accompanied their kiss, and I decided to go see what was happening with Randi and Emily.

Randi was naked and had Emily lying on her back, where she was getting quite a pussy licking from her aunt. That sight made me horny, but it also reminded me of how sore I was. I decided to give rather than receive for now, so I stretched out where I could get to Randi’s pussy and ass and began to make oral love to both. Randi let me know it was appreciated by moaning noticeably. I noticed little Emily reacting to the vibrations of her aunt’s moans, and I lay there knowing I was actually helping two girls to get off, one adult and one child.

After I’d made Randi come twice while Emily came once and was on her way to another, I looked around and noticed Ronni and Aunt Emmy were missing. I got up from Emily’s bed and went to Ronni’s room. For a moment, I wondered where Mr. Grayson was, the thought of that blowjob flashing through my kinky mind, but then I realized he was probably at work.

I found Ronni and Aunt Emmy in Ronni’s room, of course. Ronni was in a doggy-style position, and Aunt Emmy was fucking her with a strap-on. I really didn’t know much about strap-ons at the time, but of course I knew what they were. I’d seen my mom give and get before in her movies and with Jill, her old girlfriend from a few years back. So, not sure whether Aunt Emmy was able to really feel anything–I mean it wasn’t her real dick after all–I got up on the bed and put my hand on Aunt Emmy’s pussy from behind. The straps that formed the harness for Aunt Emmy ran along the creases where her legs met her pussy. This gave me easy access to her intimate regions, and I took full advantage. She was ramming the fake cock into Ronni, who was enjoying it immensely, if her grunts and groans were any indication. Aunt Emmy’s right arm was draped around Ronni’s hip, and it was obvious that she was also rubbing Ronni’s clit while she fucked her. I took up my station behind Aunt Emmy and started rubbing her clit for her.

The effect was instantaneous. Aunt Emmy called out, “Oh my God!” and her hips increased their rhythm, moving faster back and forth and ramming the dildo into Ronni. Within seconds they were both coming. I was very happy. I began to think of myself as a bestower of orgasms. I didn’t have any, but I was having a lot of fun giving them.

Finally, we were all lying in a heap in the king-sized bed, Aunt Emmy and Ronni catching their breath and me lying there thinking about how much fun this was in spite of my sore pussy.

Randi and Emily came into the bedroom at that moment, followed by the dog, Annie, of all things, who seemed to think she was being left out of the orgy. She jumped up on the bed and went immediately to Ronni’s pussy and began sniffing and licking. Ronni lifted the dog, saying, “Ooh, not now, Annie,” and placed the dog on the floor.

“Do you mind if I give her a go?” asked Aunt Emmy.

“Who?” asked Ronni, but I knew exactly who.

“Annie,” she answered.

Ronni smiled at my horny aunt. “Knock yourself out,” she said. “That dog loves her some pussy.”

“Would you like to join me?” she asked me, but I declined. Emily, on the other hand, was raring to go. “Okay, Sweetie. You’re the expert on this anyway. You can show me how it’s done.” And with that, she swept Emily and Annie both up into her arms and they left the room. I was left on Ronni’s and her husband’s bed, along with Randi.

“You’ve not come yet, Honey,” said Ronni, obviously speaking to me.

“That’s fine. I’m still sore from yesterday.”

“Ah, yes. Tell us about that. You did get my hint that I WANTED you to snoop in here, didn’t you?”

“Yes. You were kind of obvious,” I said, giggling.

“Well, Sweetie, you’re only nine. I wasn’t sure how obvious I’d have to make it short of telling you it was required that you snoop around in my room and to make SURE you looked through the bedside drawers. I’d left the DVD of your mom on top as a hint it was okay with me if you were looking through my collection.”

‘Yeah. I realized that. When I saw the homemade DVD, I wondered what it might be, or who it might be. I thought at first it was your husband filming you masturbating, but then I heard Randi’s voice, though I didn’t know who that was at the time. I didn’t even know you had a sister, much less an identical twin.”

“That was part of the surprise of it. I knew if you found the DVD you’d play it. I had even sort of stacked the deck, so to speak. All the other DVD’s were of Randi and me. How long did you watch them?”

“Not that long really. I watched to the end of the first part and then part of the second part.”

“If you’d kept watching, you’d have seen a secret video of Emily and Annie. It’s obvious she doesn’t know she’s being watched or recorded.”

“Really?”

“Yep. It’s hot, too.”

Randi said, “It reminds me of the early times with us.”

And that reminded me of something. “Ronni? How long have you and Randi been fooling around with each other?”

They looked at each other. It looked as if they wanted the other to answer, which as it turns out, was true.

Ronni answered. “To be honest, Hon, I’m not sure. For as long as I can remember. We were little bitty things when we started touching and even kissing each other. Maybe it’s because we’re identical twins, but we’ve sort of always known what the other one was feeling. I can remember one time in daycare, we were that young, we were assigned separate beds to take a nap in. I lay there for a few seconds and got up to go join Randi…and met her on her way to join me. I recall we ended up napping in the same bed together after the staff figured out we wouldn’t have it any other way. But in all honesty, we hardly ever napped. This was the time for the staff to take breaks and stuff, so they never checked on us much during naptime.”

“Yeah,” said Randi. “We would have our hands down each other’s pants before we even got settled into the bed very well. I’ve sometimes wondered if we were playing with each other in the womb.” Randi laughed, and it sounded exactly like Ronni’s laugh. I then had another question that popped into my mind right then.

“Did you ever pretend to be the other one on a date or anything?”

Randi and Ronni looked at each other wordlessly for a second before they both answered simultaneously and emphatically. “YES!” That sent them both into giggles, obviously from some of the memories.

“Who?” I asked, truly curious.

“My husband for one,” said Ronni.

“Really? You let your sister fuck your husband?”

“Why not? To this day he has no idea.”

“And can that man fuck!” said Randi, laughing. “Then there was that girl in high school who always thought we were the same person. She had classes with each of us, but she thought one of the teachers was getting the name wrong since they’re so similar.”

“Yeah. I put the make on her and before you know it, we were going at it under the bleachers at school.”

“Yeah, then you told her to hang on, you needed to pee, so you came into the girls’ restroom where I was waiting and I went out pretending to have peed and returned.”

“That girl thought the one person she was dealing with could come and come and come. After a while Randi said she had to pee again and I went out there. We wore that girl out. Then at the end, Randi was finishing up with her and I walked up on them and said, “Are you ready to go home, Randi? We have some chores to do still, and I’m all worn out from the sex.”

Both women started laughing hysterically at that point.

“So to answer your question, definitely yes,” said Ronni.

“How old are you?” I asked.

Randi said, “Sweetie, it’s impolite to ask a woman her age.”

“But I really want to know. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

They laughed again. She’s teasing you, Honey,” said Ronni. “We don’t mind telling you. We’ll be twenty-six in February. Valentines’ Day, in fact.”

“Wow. You’re only six years older than my aunt.”

“She’s nineteen?” asked Randi.

“Yes. She started having sex with my mom when she was seven.”

“Your mom’s older than she is though, right?” asked Ronni.

“Yes. She’s ten years older.”

“Then she was seventeen?” asked Randi.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Honey, has your mom ever, uhm, done anything with…you?” asked Ronni.

I had sort of talked myself into a corner about this, but I figured they were now having sex with Ronni’s six-year-old daughter, so the secrecy with them regarding this no longer mattered.

“Yes. But PLEASE don’t tell her you know, okay? Or anyone else?”

“Emmy knows, though, right?”

“Yes. Mom invited her over when I was six to have fun with me the first time we did it.”

“That’s interesting. You think your mom might enjoy joining us sometime?” asked Ronni.

“I think so. I can ask. I have to talk to her about this anyway.”

‘Well, that’s great. Randi, we might end up having sex with a real porn star!”

“I can’t wait. Is she as good in bed as she looks on screen?” Randi asked.

“Better,” I said, and they laughed again.

“Honey, since you don’t want to come, is there anything else you’d like?” Ronni asked.

“Well, I would like to see the two of you together in real life and not on a TV screen,” I said, hoping to get to see real twin sisters, very pretty ones in fact, in a sixty-nine.

“I think we can handle that,” said Ronni and Randi at the same time.

They moved together and began to kiss, their hands exploring each other familiarly. It was obvious they’d been doing this for some time. It seemed they each knew exactly what the other wanted at the exact moment she wanted it.

As they were getting busy, I heard Aunt Emmy coming in Emily’s room. I now knew I no longer had done something she hadn’t, but who knew what the future would bring?

The sisters made love casually. There was no hurry to their sex, no real urgency. They had each come several times already today, so they were very relaxed as they put on the show for me and me alone.

Soon, however, they were approaching another orgasm, and they began getting vocal. Their breathing grew more ragged and quick; their voices rose in delight at the sensations the other could give them. And then they were coming, their lips locked to each other’s pussy as each ground out her orgasm against her twin sister’s mouth and tongue.

I heard a noise behind me and glanced around, seeing Aunt Emmy and Emily watching the erotic twins as they made love to each other for perhaps the twenty-thousandth time–or more.

When they were finished, there were kisses all around as Aunt Emmy said we would have to go now, but that we’d be back.

“Bring your sister,” Ronni said to Aunt Emmy, as we left them.

When we were in the car, Aunt Emmy asked, “Did you tell them about you and your mom?”

“Yeah. Why shouldn’t I? They’re now doing the exact same thing we three are.”

“You have a point, but be careful how you break it to your mom. Or do you think I should?”

“No, I will. I’m the one who told, after all. But I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“You better hope she does. She’s sort of famous, so she has a lot to lose with people, not to mention how much worse her relationship with our parents will be if they find out.”

That was something I hadn’t thought about. Mom was kind of famous in certain circles–among people who bought porn DVD’s–and some would not be forgiving of our relationship. My grandparents would never forgive her, no matter how much I told them I loved what we did.

I prayed that when I told her, she’d be okay with it. Now I wasn’t so sure.

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