Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2011 }

Hi everyone. My name is Brit. Well it’s Brittany really but everyone calls me Brit, or Britty sometimes, so you can, too, if you like. I’m nine years old and my mommy said it was okay for me to tell you all about me. And about her, too, of course. If you’d like to hear, that is. I’m not very good yet with writing and my spelling sux – or should that be ‘sucks?’ See what I mean?

Anyway, Mommy says she will fix my spelling and anything else that needs fixing, before we send this story in for all you sexy people who like reading about little girls my age, and what we do for naughty fun. But she says you probably already know what we do for fun anyway, but that you’d still love hearing more about me – and her. Oh, and also hearing about my big sister who is thirteen. And she has a girlfriend, too, who just turned thirteen this month. Her name is Karen. And my sister’s name is Emily, but we all call her Em for short. She’s also thirteen. Her birthday was a few months ago and we all had a great party for her and I might tell you about that sometime, too. So that pretty well covers everybody (bet you wish you could uncover everybody – giggle) except for my lil brother of course. He’s only six and kinda cute as lil brothers go, if you know what I mean. His name is Johnnie.

Oh yes, in case you were wondering, me and Em and Johnnie, we have a daddy too. Well, like I guess everyone has a daddy so that’s no big surprise, but he lives with us only on weekends and that’s because he’s a busy lawyer and works in the big city a long way away so he can’t drive home every night and has his own apartment where he sleeps near his office. So it’s just us ‘girls’ all week – giggle. And Mommy likes being one of the girls, if you know what I mean. Even if she’s old – giggling some more – she’s thirty- three so I know that sounds real old. And she just swatted my backside for calling her old. So as you might have guessed I’m now standing at the keyboard with my panties down around my ankles and a slightly stinging butt. Well, only slightly stinging ’cause it was all in fun and she kissed it for me afterwards anyway. Mmmm. That’s my mommy. And I’ll tell you more about that too sometime, ’cause I like having my butt kissed, and…well you’ll just have to wait to hear more. Wink!

I can be a little devil at times, she says. But I know she still loves me and my sister. She calls us both precocious, and yeah, she had to spell that one for me. And she made me look it up in the dictionary so I’d know what it means. She’s a good teacher, and I don’t mean only with writing and stuff. She’s taught us lots about everything. And we love to learn, too. Especially about sex and stuff like that – bet you knew that was coming, didn’t you? Giggle.

But I suppose I should start at the beginning then, right? Well in the real beginning there was nothing ’cause I wasn’t born yet, so maybe I don’t mean the beginning like that, but the beginning as far as I can remember when fun things started to happen to me. And I’m talking about the fun things that I know you want to read about [sticks tongue out at you] as if you all didn’t know what I meant all along.

Me and my sister, she’s Em, remember? Well, me and her, we share a bedroom and when I was six – that would make her nine – I remember hearing her come to bed some nights and soon after she’d climbed under the blankets her bed would start shaking. Like, her headboard would be rattling against the wall making all sorts of noises. I always had to go to bed earlier than her ’cause I was younger – that suxs too – I mean sucks (thanks, Mommy) and I know she thought I was asleep, which sometimes I guess I was, so I probably missed a lot too. But when I wasn’t asleep yet I got so curious about all the noises and peeked at her with half-opened eyes, not that I could see much in the dark. But I could see enough that I knew she was doing something under the covers ’cause they were moving up and down. I could hear her breathing hard and then moaning and suddenly everything stopped and she was quiet again. Then she’d roll over and pretty soon I could hear her snoring. Yes, she snored, and I giggled when I heard her. I wondered if I snored too when I was asleep.

Anyway, one night I couldn’t take it anymore and pretended that I’d just woken up, or really that she’d woken me up with all her noises, and I sat up in bed as she was moaning and the headboard was rattling against the wall, and I complained that she’d woken me up.

“What are you doing, making all that noise?” I asked. “You woke me up,” I bitched at her. I remember she jumped, and suddenly everything stopped and she said I was imagining things and to go back to sleep. I played the concerned little sister and jumped up, crossed over to her bed and lay down beside her. “Are you okay?” I asked, snaking my arm around her shoulder. “You sounded, I dunno, kinda funny, like you’re not feeling well or something.” Told you Mommy said I was a little devil, didn’t I?

“I’m OK,” she muttered. “Now go back to your bed and sleep.”

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Mommy poked her head in. “I thought I heard talking in here. What are you two still doing up this late?” she asked us.

“Em was making funny noises and woke me up,” I lied – well, lied about the waking me up bit anyway. “I thought maybe she was sick or something,” I told her.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mommy asked Em.

“Mommy!” Em replied, in a bit of a scolding tone, and I thought I detected a bit of ‘you know I am’ in her response. Hmmm, I wondered. There’s something going on here that they know about but I don’t. See? I may be a bit of a devil, but I’m a smart one too – giggle.

And then, to my complete surprise my mom came over to Em’s bed, which I was still laying on beside her with my arm around her – remember? And she whispered in her ear just a little too loudly, as she bent over us, “You know she’s going to find out eventually, don’t you?” And I kinda think she wanted me to hear that – which later proved to be correct.

“Find out, what?” I pounced, thinking nobody’s gonna keep secrets from me.

“Mommy, no!” Em exclaimed again, now seeming to be embarrassed, so now I was really curious. I looked up at my mom who was still leaning over us, so much so that I could see down the front of her nightie, thanks to the extra light shining into the room from the partly open door. I couldn’t help noticing her boobies, just hanging there, and I giggled.

“I can see your titties, Mommy,” I smirked, feeling Em trying to stifle a laugh as her body jerked beside me. I’d seen them many times before, of course, but I was just being saucy. And in case you were wondering, and I’m sure you were, I loved seeing them. I thought they were so beautiful, and I always marvelled at the way her nipples changed shape from soft and puffy mounds to sharp, hard points. I know I used to suck on them when I was a baby to drink her milk, but sometimes I had the urge to do it again, especially when they got hard like that. Anyway, more about that later, too. Back to what happened next…

“So, is someone going to tell me what’s going on here?” I demanded. “‘Cause I know something is, you can’t fool me, ya know,” I challenged.

“Mommy?” Em repeated, although this time it sounded more like a question. Oh goody, I thought. Maybe I’m going to find out something after all.

“Did you finish?” my mom asked her quietly. Finish what? I wondered, now holding my breath to see what my sister said.

“No,” she breathed barely audibly in reply, slowly pulling her knees up to her chest under the covers.

“Do you need to?” my mother persisted, reaching over to place her hand on top of mine as it still rested on Em’s shoulder.

“Mmmm,” my sister half whimpered, and I could feel her nodding her head.

“Well, don’t be shy then, do it,” Mommy said, squeezing her hand tightly over mine causing me to squeeze Em’s shoulder in turn.

My sister’s legs straightened once more as she rolled partly over onto her back looking up at Mom. “But what about her?” Em asked, glancing from Mom’s face to mine in the dim light.

“What do you mean what about me?” I asked, now bursting with curiosity. “What do you have to finish, Em?” I asked, staring at her as I felt one of her hands move slowly down her body beneath the bed clothes. Then my mother surprised me, and I’m sure Em too, by grabbing the top of the blanket and rolling it sideways off of my sister so that it then mostly covered me (I was still snuggled up beside her but on top of the covers – remember?) But at the same time it completely exposed Em who suddenly froze like a deer in the headlights revealing to both of us that her hand was now buried deeply inside the top of her panties.

“Good girl,” Mommy said with a smile. “Just keep going and don’t mind us.” As Em’s eyes closed once more her hand started moving again inside her panties. Now, remember, I was only six, but I wasn’t clueless – giggle. I’d kinda found out by then how nice my own pee pee felt sometimes when I touched it. And yes, I’d explored it a bit too by then – what girl doesn’t? And I’d discovered my lips down there used to get a bit wet and slippery after I’d felt around for a while, and my tummy sort of tingled, too. And don’t laugh that I called it my pee pee ’cause that’s what my mommy used to call it when I was a little girl, mainly because that’s where your pee comes from. Now, of course, I know it’s called my pussy and a few other names I’ve heard – but I’m sure you’ve heard them all too so I won’t repeat them here – and I now know that a lot more than just pee comes from it. Told you I wasn’t clueless.

Oh, and in case you are wondering – which you probably are – I did taste my finger after it got kinda sticky after I rubbed my pussy. Tasted yummy, if you ask me, maybe a bit like pee sometimes, but not a lot. Oh, and one more thing. I also stuck my finger into my butt hole to see what it was like in there. I really liked to explore my body. It was a bit tight at first until I learned that if my finger was wet it would go in further, so I tried it after I’d got it sticky and slippery from my pussy. And guess what? It went in much easier and a lot deeper than I thought it would. It felt kinda funny at first but then after a while it felt great. I’d wondered if it would end up touching any poop in there, but it never did. And now that I’m nine years old I really love fingering my asshole – giggle – that’s what I call it now. But more about that later. Think you can wait?

Anyway, back to Em who was still fingering herself inside her panties laying beside me. Mommy did something real hot next. She reached over me and grabbed the top of Em’s panties and started tugging them down her legs. And wow, now I could see my sister’s finger really going to town on her pussy, twirling around and around at the top of it, you know, where that little bump is. Mommy tugged them lower and lower until eventually they were around her ankles, and then she just pulled them off altogether. Em was whimpering as she rubbed herself and now that her ankles were free she spread her legs wider and bent her knees up so her feet were flat on the sheet and her other hand now grabbed one of her ass cheeks and pulled it to the side so her pussy kinda opened up a bit. Mommy beckoned for me to get up from the bed and stand beside her. Didn’t have to tell me twice – giggle. I was so excited.

In the light coming into the bedroom from the open door I could see my sister’s pussy much better now. She’d spread it open as she continued to rub at the top and as I watched, she’d dip a finger in between her lips so that it would become even more wet and slippery so she could rub her nub – hey, that rhymes – giggle. She was so wet down there now and I could see her pussy gleaming in the light as she began to rub herself even harder and faster.

Mommy was standing behind me now and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Isn’t that beautiful, sweetie?” she asked. I nodded, leaning back into her. I then realized I was beginning to feel that tingle in my tummy that I told you I got sometimes when I explored it myself in bed at night. As I continued to watch Em play I suddenly felt my mommy reach one of her hands down around the front of me and cup it gently over my own pussy outside my panties. “Oh, Mommy,” I moaned. “What are you doing?” She didn’t reply but instead pressed a finger through the silky thin material of my panties so that it kinda slipped in between my pussy lips, which I knew were now getting so wet.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded again and kinda pushed my pussy out as she pressed into me. My panties were getting wetter and wetter and I felt so good, even better than when I’d explored myself. As I watched my sister I saw her pull aside one of her pussy lips and actually slide a finger inside herself. That looked so hot! At the same time I felt Mommy pull aside the crotch of my panties and start to play with my naked pussy, sliding her finger between my puffy wet lips and rubbing me just like Em was fingering herself. It was almost like Mommy wanted me to feel exactly what Em was feeling, and she was almost copying exactly what my sister was doing to herself, but on me, so that I would. If my sister was feeling the same as what I was, she must have been in heaven, because that’s what it felt like. Instinctively I reached my hand down to cover my mom’s and pressed it hard against me where I knew it would feel even better. It was like I was using her hand to masturbate myself – and yes, I soon learned that was the word for what we were doing.

It wasn’t long before Em suddenly raised her butt off the bed high into the air and kinda let out a screech. I soon found out she’d had an orgasm and with Mommy’s help it wasn’t long before I joined her. It was so wild. I never thought anything could ever feel that good and I almost collapsed on the floor as the waves rolled through me – I would have if Mommy hadn’t been holding onto me.

Afterwards, we all lay on Em’s bed together. It was a tight squeeze with me and my sister on either side of Mommy. She kissed us both and told us she was so proud of her little girls – well, not so little anymore, she laughed. “You’re both growing up so fast,” she said. It turns out that Mommy had known for a while that Em had been playing with herself at night because she’d fallen asleep with her hand tucked inside her panties many times. Mommy had noticed this when my sister was only eight years old when she’d come in to kiss us goodnight before she went to bed. So she’d finally talked about it to Em, who was a bit embarrassed at first until Mommy told her it was natural and she could do it whenever she had the urge, except in public of course – giggle. And then the lessons had begun, with Mommy showing Em how she did it herself – and yes, my mommy masturbates too, as if you hadn’t guessed. Soon they were doing it together and even did it to each other a few times. Em told me it felt even better when Mommy did it to her and now I knew exactly what she meant.

Anyway, Mommy knew that Em played with herself now almost every night but was also scared that she’d wake me up since she often had a hard time doing it quietly – a friend of Em’s has recently told her she should bite her pillow when she cums if she wants to do it quietly – but that’s another story – giggle. So Mommy decided it was time for me to find out what it was all about so that Em could be a little more open and also so that I could start to learn, even though I was only six at the time.

So, that’s what happened that first night when everything finally came out in the open. After Mommy finished explaining it all, mainly for my benefit I guess, me and Em both kissed her on the cheek and as we did my sister winked at me. Sneaky me suddenly realized what that wink was all about and before Mommy could stop us we both quickly slid one of our hands down inside her nightgown and into her panties. Before she could object Em leaned over and kissed Mommy on the mouth as together we found her pussy, absolutely soaked, and soon gave her what she said was the bestest ever – that’s what she said – orgasm she’d had in her life. That made us so proud. It was so hot for me to feel my mommy’s pussy, and even to get several of my small fingers inside her as Em rubbed her nub, which I soon found out was called a clitoris, or clit for short. She soon exploded, much as Em had, lifting her butt in the air off the bed as she screeched out loud.

And yes, in case you are wondering, I licked my fingers which were coated with her creamy, sticky pussy juices, and she tasted so yummy.

Since that night, lots more has happened. But that’s for another time, if you want to hear it, that is – as if you don’t – giggle.

Continue on to Chapter 2