Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next week, on Friday night, I had my first babysitting assignment for Ms. Gallagher.

My mom drove me over to her house — it was a few miles away from ours — and took me up to the door to introduce me. Ms. Gallagher invited her inside, but my mom said she had to get back home to Kate and Molly, so she left, and I went in to meet the kids. I think my mother did that mainly just so I wouldn’t feel like she was watching over me too much, because I knew she didn’t really mind leaving my sisters alone for a while. I appreciated that.

Ms. Gallagher took me in to meet her children, Justin and Britney, a 5-year-old boy and 3-year-old girl, who were playing in the family room. They were okay, I guess, just fairly normal little kids. Luckily neither of them was still in diapers. I was glad I didn’t have to worry about that.

When my mom dropped me off, it was about 7:00 o’clock, and Ms. Gallagher was planning to leave at 7:15 to go on her date. She told me the kids had already eaten and that they were both supposed to go to bed at 8:00. She left me with them for a minute while she finished getting ready to go out.

When she came back, Ms. Gallagher gave me her cell phone number, and asked if I had any questions. I didn’t.

Then she said, “I wish you’d call me Elaine. When someone calls me by my last name, especially a nice young girl like you, it makes me feel so old. Do you mind calling me Elaine?”

“No, I don’t mind, Ms. — um, Elaine.”

“Good, I’m glad. Okay, then I guess we’re all set. How do you think I look?”

“You look nice. Very nice.”

She was wearing a short black skirt with black nylons and high heels along with a patterned blouse and a bolero jacket. She looked good, although I didn’t actually think she was very attractive (I didn’t tell her that, obviously). She had nice enough legs, but her waist was kind of thick, and her face, well… maybe I was getting too picky, but she definitely wasn’t as pretty as the women my mom would bring home.

Anyway, she left a minute later and I was alone with the kids. Everything went fine. I played with them for a little while, then got them into their pajamas, helped them brush their teeth, read them a couple of bedtime stories, and finally tucked them in and turned out the light. They slept in the same room.

After that I was on my own until about midnight when Ms. Gallagher — sorry, Elaine — was supposed to be back. I was tempted to snoop around a bit, maybe see if there was anything unusual or interesting to look at, like in Elaine’s bedroom, for instance. But I didn’t. I just turned on the TV and started flipping around the channels. Unfortunately, she had only basic cable, not even any good movie channels, and there was really nothing on I wanted to watch. They did have a DVD player, but all the DVDs I could find were awful kiddie things like Gumby or Strawberry Shortcake. She didn’t even have any good books to read, just a few crappy magazines. I couldn’t believe it.

Later on, I looked in the fridge, but I didn’t see anything very appetizing there. I did find a stash of candy bars, though, that Elaine kept in a jar on the top shelf of a cupboard. I ate a Three Musketeers bar, although I felt guilty about doing it. At 10:00, I called my mom to let her know how I was doing, as she’d asked me to.

Then I went back to stare at the TV some more while I waited for Elaine to get home. The biggest thing I learned that night is that babysitting is boring.

* * *

I was practically asleep on the couch when Elaine came in at 12:30. The TV was still on, but I wasn’t interested in the program at all, and my eyelids just kept getting heavier and heavier.

Apparently Elaine hadn’t had very much fun either. Her makeup was smeared, so I suppose she might have gotten kissed, but when I asked if she’d had a good time, she just sort of grunted and sneered, not at me, but at the thought of Roger, the guy she went out with.

I told her everything had gone fine with the kids, and then I called my mom and fifteen minutes later she was there to take me home. Elaine gave me $40, which I thought was a lot, but I didn’t complain.

As we were driving, Mommy asked, “So, what do you think? Do you like babysitting?”

“It’s okay, I guess,” I yawned, laying my head on the back of the seat and closing my eyes.

I was totally sleepy that night and I didn’t even try to get my mother to kiss me or anything when we got home. Well, she did kiss me, of course, but she just kissed me goodnight in the regular way.

Then I put on my pajamas, crawled into bed and fell asleep. It was a rare night when I didn’t masturbate and give myself at least one orgasm before going to sleep. I would make up for it the next night, though, and then some.

* * *

As sleepy as I had been on Friday night, when Saturday arrived I was wide awake and full of energy. I decided that afternoon to try some baking. My mom took me to the grocery store to get everything we needed, and then at home she watched (and helped a little) as I put together a peach cobbler for our dessert that night. It turned out perfectly, a big hit.

After putting Molly to bed at 9:30, Mommy got ready to go out. She came downstairs wearing her low-cut green dress with the halter top. It was one I really I liked. Seeing her in it made me think about watching her with Bonnie, only the second person I ever saw her have sex with, after Karen. And it also reminded me of that day at the mall when my mom had been flirting with Carla, the gorgeous woman in the furniture store.

Kate and I, who were sitting on the sofa playing one of her video games, immediately put down our controllers and got up to tell our mother how great she looked.

“Thank you, girls. It means a lot to me to hear you say that.”

She took my face in her hands and gave me a long, wet kiss. Then she did the same with Kate. By the time she finished, we were both reeling. Mommy’s kisses were like a powerful drug or something.

Our mother left and we were on our own. We looked at each other for a minute, each of us trying to decide, I think, what might be the most imaginative kind of sexy play we could devise.

“Hm, out in the garage?” I said, but then immediately dismissed that idea. “Nah, it’d be too cold.”

“How about in the kitchen, with food?” Kate suggested. Leave it to Kate to think up something with food.

“That’s interesting,” I told her, “definitely interesting. It might get pretty messy though.”

“Yeah, it might.”

“Ooh, but then after, maybe we could get in the bathtub together and, like, wash each other off and stuff.”

“Yeah!”

“Let’s do it!”

Laughing hysterically, we ran to the kitchen.

Once we arrived, we stood in the middle of the floor for a moment, holding hands, catching our breath.

“Okay, um, what kind of food is sexy?” I asked, and we pondered that.

“Let’s see, cereal? I don’t think so…” Kate began. “Lunch meat? No, not really… Um, how about chocolate? Like chocolate syrup?”

“Yeah, maybe, but — I know,” I said, as I opened the fridge. “There’s something I wanna try. I saw it on a YouTube video once.”

I got out a bottle of white wine, about half full. Our mother had opened it at dinner and had a couple of glasses.

“Okay, lie down on the floor. No, not on the floor, I guess,” I said to Kate, “maybe um, on the table. Here, move those flowers.”

“On the table?”

“Right. But first, take off all your clothes. We both can, okay?”

“Okay!”

She quickly peeled out of her jeans and t-shirt and undies and I did the same. A moment later there were two young girls standing in their kitchen, completely naked, looking at each other and giggling.

“Now get on the table. Um, on your back.”

“All right.”

She did, and I pulled the cork out of the bottle.

“This might be a little cold,” I said, “but try to keep still.”

I held the bottle over my sister’s navel and attempted to pour just a tiny amount of wine into the depression. In my excitement, I ended up pouring quite a lot more than a tiny bit and she most definitely did not keep still. She squealed and squirmed and the wine went splashing everywhere.

We laughed, shrieking with glee.

“Oh my god,” I said, when I got my breath back. “We really are making a mess. We’re gonna have to clean this up before Mommy gets home.”

“I know, but who cares?” Kate chuckled.

“Yeah, who cares?” I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

I attempted the ritual once more. This time I was able to get a small amount of wine to stay in her navel, with only another cup or so spilling onto the table.

The next step was for me to try to drink the wine from her belly button, but with both of us giggling so much, by the time I got my lips down there, only a few drops were left. That didn’t really matter, of course. It was the thought that counted. I sucked up the drops that were there, then shoved my tongue into her belly button and that made her laugh some more.

Now it was my turn. We switched positions. I almost slipped getting up onto the table, there was so much wine on it. It felt cold and clammy laying down in the mess, but at the same time it was exciting too, like we were doing something forbidden and exotic.

My nipples were stiff and I was starting to get that warm stirring in my center as Kate held the bottle just above my naked body and tried to pour a tiny bit of wine into my navel. She managed to do it more neatly than I had. After slurping up the wine, my sister held me tightly by the waist and pressed her face into my belly, kissing me there deeply and wetly.

“Wow,” I whispered. “Katie, that’s nice.”

“I know.”

She brought her face to mine and we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Her tongue teased inside my mouth. We spent several minutes that way, holding each other, kissing, nibbling, sucking, playing.

When she finally drew her lips away from mine, I asked, “You want to go get in the bath now? Or should we clean all this up first?”

My sister licked her lips and kissed me again. Then she said, “Maybe we should clean it up first, then take a bath.”

“Okay.”

We got to work, tearing off reams of paper towels to soak up most of the wine, and using sponges and soap and hot water to clean up the rest. As we labored, I paused a couple of times to gaze at Kate, admiring her incredibly beautiful nude body. Stooping, standing, walking — whatever she did, she was a joy to look at.

Our clothes, which we’d left on the floor, were wet and had to be laundered, so we tossed them into the washing machine and turned it on. I reminded myself to move them to the dryer when they were done.

Then it was off to the bath.

While we waited for the tub to fill, Kate said, “We didn’t try using chocolate syrup. Maybe we should do that next time.”

“Yeah,” I smiled.

And then I thought of something. “You know what else I’d like to try? Um, in that peach cobbler I made, the way the sauce gets all nice and sweet and, like, sort of syrupy and sticky… can you guess what that reminds me of?”

“Ooh, you’re bad.”

“Uh-huh.”

With the bathtub full of bubbles and warm water, we climbed in.

“We haven’t done this for a long time,” said my sister. “Since we were little.”

“I know. But now I think we should do it more often.”

“Yeah, maybe we should.” She smiled and gave me a kiss.

Our bodies really were covered with wine, now beginning to get stale and smelly, so the first order of business was to thoroughly wash ourselves. Or, better yet, wash each other. Kate insisted on that. It would be easier that way, she said.

She scrubbed me and then I scrubbed her. In the process, our little nipples received plenty of attention, soapy fingers making them full and hard. I lifted my legs out of their water, one at a time, and Kate ran her hands along them from my toes all the way up — almost all the way up to my crotch. I did the same for her.

When we finished with our legs, Kate asked “Do you need to wash your hair?”

“I don’t think so. I just washed it this morning, and luckily I don’t think any wine got in it.”

“Good. Me either. It sure got everywhere else, though,” she giggled.

“Did you get any in your pussy?” I grinned.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Left unspoken was the question of whether I should check and whether I should wash her down there just to be sure. We looked into each other’s eyes, feeling the sexual tension. We were both thinking the same thing, I’m certain, but neither of us was quite ready to say it out loud or act on it.

Instead, after a pregnant pause, she turned around in the tub and stretched out, reclining against me. I put my arms around her and lovingly kissed her cheek.

We remained like that for several minutes, relaxing in the warm water, breathing easily, enjoying the sensual fragrance of our mother’s lavender and vanilla bubble bath (which we’d borrowed from her bathroom). Soon, though, I found myself wanting more.

Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, I allowed my hands to drift through the water to my sister’s breasts where I let my fingers brush just over the very tips of her nipples. I touched her that way again, and then again. I could feel her nipples lengthening, growing harder. Kate’s breath came faster.

I kissed her on the cheek, but this time with more desire, nibbling and licking, gradually bringing my lips closer to hers.

“Oh, Julie,” she sighed, turning her face to mine.

I opened my mouth and she opened hers. Our lips came together, our tongues exploring and teasing. I closed my hands over her little breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. She moaned and pressed her tongue even deeper inside my mouth.

As we continued kissing, I felt Kate’s body start to move, rocking steadily, and I realized then that she’d put a hand down between her legs and she was masturbating. With her on top of me the way she was, I couldn’t reach my own pussy. But that could wait until later. For now I was content to enjoy my sister’s self-pleasuring. And thinking of that gave me an idea.

I eased my hand along her arm, following where it led, until I reached the end. My fingers covered hers and I felt the way she was touching herself. I felt how she stroked her clit, how she slid her fingers down between her lips, how her movements were quickly becoming more urgent, her body tensing as she kissed me, rubbing herself harder and harder, the water sloshing in the tub, splashing over the side, her fingers moving faster faster faster — until suddenly she pulled her mouth from mine, crying out, squealing and shaking as she climaxed in the bath.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Her face grimaced with each spasm. Her thighs banged outward against mine, water splashing everywhere. It was so stimulating to watch her that way it almost made me come.

Finally she began to recover. She was still breathing hard, though, her hand between her legs, covering her vulva, pressing down on it.

“Oh man, oh man,” she gasped, “I — I’ve never done it — in the bath this way — have you?”

“Yeah, I have,” I told her as I kissed her cheek again.

“That was — that was awesome!”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I loved the way…” she took a very deep breath, then let it out… “wow, I mean, I loved the way, when we were kissing, and you put your hand on mine, that was, it was, I don’t know, it was…”

I chuckled a little and squeezed her tightly, loving her with all my being. What a gift it was to be so close to my sister this way.

“Do you want to do it too?” she asked. “I mean, do you want me to move around so you…”

“No, I don’t think so, not tonight. At least not here. When we get in bed. Right now my fingers are starting to shrivel.”

“Yeah,” she giggled, lifting her hands from the water. “I know what you mean.”

We got out of the tub and dried off, using an extra towel to sop up all the water that had splashed onto the the floor during Kate’s explosive climax.

As we finished, she turned to me, smiling brightly. “Okay, your bed or mine?”

“I guess maybe — wait, I know — it’s perfect.” I grabbed her face and kissed her. “Know what we’re gonna do?”

“What?”

“We’re gonna go get in Mommy’s bed and surprise her. We can turn out the lights so she won’t know we’re there.”

“But — really? Can we? I mean, is it okay?”

“Sure, it is. We can do whatever we want. Almost, anyway.”

“Wow, oh man, that’s awesome!” Kate jumped up and down, her little boobies bouncing. “Come on!”

Continue on to Chapter 42