Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Chelsea and Samantha quickly became inseparable. On days when Dana wasn’t home, if she was either at work or attending classes at the fashion institute, Chelsea usually would walk to our house when school ended — and frequently Samantha would accompany her. The skinny freckled child was around so much she almost seemed like another little sister to us. Her mother, Megan, worked at the beauty salon every day except Sunday and Monday, so it was good for Samantha to have a place to go after school other than an empty apartment.

We got to know Megan pretty well too. After she got off work at 5:00, she would drive over and pick up Samantha at our house if the girl was there — which she was more often than not. Sometimes Megan would come in and chat with us kids for a while, and if she was still there when Mommy and/or Dana arrived, then they would talk too and maybe have a glass of wine or something.

I liked being around them when the women were talking. I was still only 13, but they didn’t seem to mind having me sit with them, sipping a Coke and listening. We gradually learned about Megan’s life: her early pregnancy; her short and troubled marriage; her struggles to make ends meet as a fledgling beautician. I could see that she and Dana were starting to form a bond, two young women who’d had to work hard to find their way in the world while also raising little girls on their own.

It was only natural, then, that we would invite Megan to have dinner with our family one night, along with her daughter of course. This took place on a Friday evening, about two weeks after we’d first met them. Samantha was already there as usual, having walked with Chelsea to our house after school.

When Megan arrived at about 6:00, we could see that she had gone home first to get freshened up for us and change her clothes. She looked really pretty, with her hair done up in a bun, a few coppery strands allowed to curl around her face, framing it. Her lips, already full and pink, were now adorned with bright red lipstick. She wore a short sleeveless dark green dress — and when I say short, I mean really short, obviously intended to show off her gorgeous long bare legs.

If Megan was looking for attention that evening, she certainly got plenty of it. My mom and Dana couldn’t stop complimenting her on how lovely she was. I observed the three of them as they sat together in the family room having drinks before dinner. Dana and my mother were on the sofa, Megan in an armchair across from them. They openly admired the young woman’s body, especially her legs, their eyes continually scanning from her shoes — pumps the color of her pale skin — up to the hem of the dress, just below her crotch. For her part, Megan kept crossing and recrossing her legs. It was really quite a spectacle. The room crackled with sexual tension, and I was sure the others could sense it as much as I did.

The three little girls, Molly, Chelsea, and Samantha, were up in Molly’s room, playing with dolls, probably — or possibly with each other. Kate was in the family room, standing near me. She caught my eye a couple of times, and I could see that she sensed the erotic excitement the same as I did.

Later, as we enjoyed our meal — baked lasagna with a tossed green salad and crusty french bread — it was the younger kids who did most of the talking, Chelsea and Samantha in particular. Those two could go on forever, and both had opinions about everything, often repeated. I didn’t mind that, though. I just love cute little girls, looking at them, listening to them, having sex with them!

Of course, I hadn’t had sex with Samantha yet, and I was pretty sure no one else had either. But then I got a hint that things might start moving in that direction fairly soon.

Chelsea was going on about a sleepover she’d had with Samantha on the previous Friday night at her and Dana’s apartment. Giggling, she told Kate, “We played your game, it was fun!”

Samantha broke into giggles too. I saw Dana start to blush, and then Katie as well — which was unusual because my sister didn’t very often blush.

“What game is that?” asked Megan.

“Um, it’s called Under the Cover Spies,” Chelsea grinned. Samantha was laughing so hard now that we couldn’t see her eyes at all. I was afraid the milk she was drinking might go up her nose.

“Yeah, it’s… well, it was fun. I played the game with them,” Dana smiled.

“Is it a video game?” Megan inquired. “A board game?”

“No, uh,” Dana shook her head. “Kate, maybe you should tell Megan how it’s played.”

Oh, wow, I wondered how this would work out! Would my sister actually tell Samantha’s mom what kind of game it really was?

Kate had regained her composure and now appeared nonchalant. “Well, see, you have two teams, teams of spies,” she began. “They have to try to take the secret formula away from the evil scientist.”

Then she frowned and cocked her head. “With only three people, I guess you didn’t have teams… but who played the evil scientist?” she asked Chelsea.

“I did,” Dana answered.

I immediately formed a picture in my mind of slim, sexy Dana, nude, with two little 7-year-old girls, also naked, crawling all over her. What a lovely thought that was. It made me wish I’d been there, playing the game with them!

So I blurted out, “We should have Samantha for a sleepover here, and then we could all play the game together.”

“Yeah!” a babble of happy voices expressed eager enthusiasm for my idea, the three younger kids plus Katie and Dana too.

Mommy laughed, “Well, I can see that I’m soon going to have a whole houseful of girls playing the fun game that Kate made up!”

Apparently our mother had decided, however, that it was not yet the right time to let Megan hear all about the risqué rules of Undercover Spy, because she quickly changed the subject. We went on to talk about other things, then had our dessert.

The little kids headed back upstairs to play after that, and the moms sat and chatted some more while Kate and I did the dishes. Just before 9:00, Megan and Samantha left to go back to their apartment, with promises that we would all get together again soon.

* * *

There was a sleepover the next weekend, but it didn’t involve Samantha. Instead it was at Hannah’s house. This was a double sleepover, in fact: my little sister Molly had been invited to spend the night with her friend Lindsey, while I would be sleeping in Hannah’s bed — and hopefully not just sleeping, ha-ha!

Molly and I walked over there together at around 5:00 and ate dinner with their family. After that we all sat around and watched a DVD together, The Princess Diaries. That really wasn’t one of my favorites, although I liked seeing Julie Andrews in it. Lindsey and Molly both loved the movie.

At 9:30, the adults said it was time to get ready for bed. That was when it occurred to me for the first time that there were only three bedrooms in the house. Hannah was in one room and Lindsey in another, which meant the third room was shared by Kelsey and Lauren, the two moms. I hadn’t seen their room yet, so I didn’t know whether it had one bed or two. But it made me wonder about things.

I knew the cousins were close growing up. Kelsey had told me all about that. So, could their relationship then, when they were young teenagers, have been something more than just a tight friendship? And might it still be more now? Were these women lovers, sexual partners??

Nah, I told myself, I’m letting my imagination carry me away. Just because they happen to sleep in the same room, that doesn’t mean they fuck each other. Not all women are lesbians, silly, and not all families are incestuous. Come on, Julie, get a grip.

So, I did my best to stop thinking about that as Hannah and I began preparing ourselves for bed. Plus, I had something else to think about now — sleeping with Hannah!

The cute 13-year-old closed the door to her bedroom. We were alone together. She gazed into my eyes for a moment before bursting into giggles and hugging me.

“Julie, this is brill!” she gushed.

“I know, it’s great,” I agreed. “I like you a lot.” I kissed her quickly on the lips, and we giggled some more.

“Come on, let’s get our jim-jams on, okay? What do you sleep in?” Hannah’s big brown eyes were even bigger than usual, shining with excitement.

“Um, like, usually a t-shirt and panties, I guess. Maybe a fleece when it’s cold. I brought a big tee for tonight,” I said, indicating my bag on the floor.

“Me too,” she said. “Mum still buys me nighties, eh, but that’s for little girls.”

I stepped back, giving her a leer, sliding my eyes up and down her slim body. “Hm, you know, I think I’d kinda like to see you in a little girl nightie…”

“Julie, that’s naughty!” she chortled, before adding, “I love it!”

We both decided that tees and panties, or ‘knickers’, as Hannah called them, would be fine. And then we began to undress in front of each other.

By this point in my life, I’d already seen dozens of young girls naked, both in person as well as in some of the porn my mom had. But it was always a huge thrill for me to see a girl exposing herself for the first time. What would her nipples look like? Or her labia? Would she have any hair yet on her pussy? Oh my god it was so exciting!!

Even though Hannah and I had confessed to each other on the day we first met that we both liked girls, that we were lesbians, I still felt hesitant about coming on too strong. I didn’t want to scare her away or anything — although with Hannah that seemed unlikely. She came across as secure and confident, not the type to easily scare.

Nevertheless, I averted my eyes for the most part as we took off our clothes. I didn’t want to openly stare at the girl, no matter how eager I was to get a look at her. She seemed to take the same approach, I noticed, only glancing over from time to time as I pushed down my jeans and stepped out of them, then took off the flannel shirt I was wearing and the tank top underneath that.

Now I was in only my socks, my undies, and a little bra. I looked up at Hannah. She was sitting on the bed. Her socks were off. The skirt she’d been wearing was on the floor. As I watched, she pulled her soft cotton sweater up over her head and tugged it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I got to see her tiny breasts.

You almost couldn’t even call them breasts yet, they were so small and undeveloped, barely more than buds, but with wide areola and plump pink nipples. So delicious! My boobs were still very small then too. I wore a double-A cup bra at the time, as did Hannah, although she’d told me she didn’t much like wearing a bra and often didn’t.

The girl tossed her head, shaking out her long, wavy, naturally red hair. It fell across her shoulders and onto her chest, a few strands draping over those rosy nipples. The effect was unbelievably erotic. My pulse raced, my neck and cheeks were burning hot. I was starting to sweat — and although I’d promised myself not to stare, I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her now.

Hannah looked up at me, flashing that radiant smile that brightened the room. I tried to return the smile, but the muscles in my face felt weak. My mouth was watering something fierce, and I was suddenly afraid I might start to drool, literally. That thought jolted me enough that I was able to regain some control. I swallowed, smiling weakly, then reached behind my back to undo my bra, shrugging it off.

“Nice ones,” Hannah grinned when she saw my breasts.

“Um, thanks…” I managed to say.

She grinned even wider as she studied my chest.

“Have you, like, you know, seen a girl before?” I asked, pointing to my boobs. “This way, I mean?”

“Yeah, a few,” she nodded. “My mum and my aunt and my cousin, Kelsey — though she’s just flat still. An’ of course lots of girls online, eh.”

“Online?”

“Natch, in porn and all. Or chatting. You ever show your stuff to another girl that way? I have.”

“Oh, uh… no, not really. My mom is kind of strict about not letting us go on the Internet very much, unless she’s with us.”

As I said that, I thought how strange it was that our mother could be so stern about certain things, like going online for instance, while also allowing us — and even encouraging us — to do so many other really extreme things with her and with other women and girls. For the time being, however, I put that thought aside. Right now I had more important things to focus on.

Hannah got up from the bed and came to me, taking my hand. “Let’s go clean our teeth. Got your toothbrush?”

“Um, yeah…”

I reached into my bag and fished it out. Then the two of us walked together out into the hall, Hannah wearing nothing but her panties, me the same except with my socks still on. Apparently at least partial nudity was perfectly common among the women and girls in their house. That was certainly fine with me!

While we were brushing our teeth, I couldn’t help looking at Hannah’s little boobs in the mirror, watching her nipples temptingly bounce as she vigorously worked the toothbrush. I saw that she was looking at me the same way.

Just as we left the bathroom, the door to Lindsey’s room opened. The two little ones came out, both wearing knee-length nighties. They smiled at us, neither girl appearing surprised to find us topless.

“We’re gonna brush our teeth,” Lindsey said. “Then can we come in your room for a while?”

“Okay, right,” Hannah nodded.

I could hear that the TV was on in the living room, so I assumed that Lauren and Kelsey were still up, or at least one of them was. Neither Hannah nor Lindsey made any effort to be quiet about the plans they were making, which told me the moms wouldn’t mind the kids getting together that way.

At any rate, Hannah and I went into her room, leaving the door open. She sat on the bed, leaning back on her hands, grinning up at me. I sat down beside her. We’d spoken earlier about putting t-shirts on for bed, but for now that didn’t seem to be a priority. Again, I was more than happy to go along.

A moment later Lindsey and Molly came rushing in, giggling excitedly. Lindsey closed the door and the two kids jumped onto Hannah’s bed.

Lindsey flopped onto her back. “Can we play tickle?” the little blonde asked, her face aglow.

“Yeah, tickle!” Molly demanded, bouncing on her knees. My sister was a blonde too, although her hair was curly while Lindsey’s was straight.

“Tickle!” Hannah exclaimed. “You guys want to tickle?”

“Yeah!” the girls cried in unison.

Hannah dove on top of Lindsey and I tackled Molly. We rolled around together on the bed, grabbing and tickling, laughing and shrieking. There was nothing sedate about this pajama party! We were making so much noise, in fact, that I half expected one or both of the moms to come in and check on us, but they never did.

When I saw that Hannah had her hands up inside Lindsey’s nightie, thumbs pinching the child’s waist, causing her to scream with delight, I pushed my hands under Molly’s nightie too, tickling her tummy. I’d done much more than that with my sister in the past, of course — and I was tempted to do more then — but she and I both seemed to realize it would be best for us to restrain our natural sexual impulses, at least for a while. So I simply poked and prodded and tickled, making her laugh.

After a minute or so, we changed partners, Hannah jumping on Molly, me attacking Lindsey.

It was exciting to have my hands on this child, a sylphlike 9-year-old, her thin white legs flying around, kicking, my fingers eagerly pushing up higher, reaching under her arms to tickle some more, exposing that flat chest, bending down to nuzzle her warm belly, blowing into it, making funny sounds, hearing her squeal.

Hannah was doing the same with Molly, although concentrating more on tickling her waist and her legs than under her arms. I couldn’t tell for sure in all the hectic frenzy, but I thought perhaps I’d caught a glimpse of the redhead actually groping my sister’s crotch as they wrestled on the bed.

Finally they’d had enough. The children were completely exhausted from laughing, almost sobbing. Hannah and I pulled back, grinning at each other, panting from our exertions.

But that was a mistake! As soon as we backed off from tickling the kids, they took advantage of the opportunity to jump on top of us!!

Now it was Hannah and me lying on our backs being assaulted by the little girls. They grabbed and pinched and screamed and tickled, small fingers going almost everywhere as we tried in vain to get away, curling our bodies to protect ourselves, covering our most sensitive spots with our hands. It was no use, of course. The kids were just too quick for us, too intent. We couldn’t prevent them reaching wherever they wanted to reach — and, truthfully, perhaps we didn’t want to stop them, or at least I didn’t anyway.

I allowed Lindsey to get her hands under my arms and tickle me, to push her eager fingers beneath my fingers, which were covering my nipples, and after that to slip a hand down to my tummy. While pretending to resist, I relaxed my curled posture just a bit so the girl could get her hand in there, sliding over my belly button, fingers reaching lower for a squeeze and a tickle, brushing the top of my panties as I laughed and laughed.

It wasn’t really sexual, what we were doing, not quite — but it certainly was enough to have me highly aroused. I wondered if the dampness I felt between my legs might be visible. When at last Hannah and I surrendered, begging for mercy, and the kids let us up, I took a quick glance at my crotch, and yes, sure enough, there was dark wet spot in the center of my lavender undies.

Oh well, I decided, there’s no point in trying to hide that. I wouldn’t make a point of displaying it, but neither would I worry too much about concealing the obvious pussy stain. If someone saw it, they saw it. There was nothing to be ashamed of, after all.

The four of us sat for a moment, catching our breath, still giggling. Our cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with the joy of being a girl having fun.

Lindsey asked, “Can we get in bed with you, just for a while?”

Hannah scrunched her face, looking down at the bed. It was a twin with barely room for two, much less four. “Don’t know if we can fit,” she said. “We’ll be chock-a-block.”

“Just for a while,” Lindsey repeated.

“All right,” her cousin nodded, “let’s give it a go.”

So we all squeezed into that narrow bed. Hannah and I were on the outside, the younger girls in the middle, Molly next to me.

“We do this a lot,” Hannah grinned, “sleep together, I mean, Lindsey and me in the same bed. On the weekends, that is. We’re not supposed to on school nights.”

“But sometimes we do anyway,” Lindsey giggled. “I sneak in.”

Hannah nodded, beaming. Then she asked, “Molly, you ever sleep with Julie?”

“No,” my sister replied, “but with my mom sometimes.”

Lindsey said, “Before they came here, Hannah and Aunt Kelsey, I would sleep with my mom too. I liked it. But now they sleep together.”

By they, I assumed she meant Lauren and Kelsey, her mother and her aunt — which seemed to answer my question of how many beds were in that other room. Presumably there was only one. That still didn’t mean, of course, that they were lesbians, let alone lovers, but it was a nice idea to think about.

We snuggled in close. Hannah and I both were still topless, wearing only our panties (I’d taken off my socks). The little girls were in their nighties. I put my arms around Molly, hugging her. Hannah did the same with Lindsey.

I decided to be bold. Pushing myself up on an elbow, I said, “Do you guys ever kiss? Me and Molly do sometimes, just for fun. And uh, me and my sister Kate too.”

Molly smiled at me, raising an eyebrow. For a second, I thought she might say something like ‘And Mommy too’, or perhaps even more, giving us away, but she didn’t.

Hannah didn’t seem to notice Molly’s look, or realize the significance of it. In any case, she nodded. “Yeah, we kiss sometimes, don’t we, Linds?”

“Uh-huh, we do. I did at Molly’s one time too, when she had that big slumber party. I kissed Molly and Alyssa and Riley, and um, Emily.”

“Nice,” I said, as I recalled the excitement of that night, spying on the little girls, watching them kiss each other while I secretly masturbated.

“You wanna do some kissing now?” I ventured.

When no one else said or did anything right away, all just lying there and looking up at me, I asked Hannah, “Will you guys, like, get in trouble if they catch us?”

“No, it’s all right. Our mums wouldn’t mind, trust me,” she replied, with a sly smile. I wondered what that might mean.

Then Hannah put her hand on Lindsey’s cheek, turning the girl’s face toward hers. After a brief shared chuckle, the cousins brought their lips together and kissed, mouths already open, tongues engaged.

My god, it was so erotic. I wanted to keep watching them — but I also wanted to kiss someone! My sister was as eager for that as I was. Molly closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me, parting her lips. I kissed her deeply, sighing with the exquisite pleasure of plunging my tongue into a young girl’s wet mouth.

Once girls start to kiss like that, it seems they never want to stop. I sure didn’t, and neither did the others apparently, so this went on for quite a while. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing, soft moans, and the slurpy smacking of our lips.

I was really getting turned on, even more than when we were tickling. Kissing Molly was always a huge thrill for me — and doing it front of these other girls made it twice as exciting, whether or not they were actually watching us. Mostly I kept my eyes closed, but from time to time would glance over at them. I saw that Hannah and Lindsey were as wrapped up in each other as Molly and I were. The cousins were clutching and grabbing, pulling their bodies together. I felt free to let myself go then, not all the way, but enough that I rolled on top of Molly, humping her leg as we continued kissing.

The air in the room was warm. We were under the covers, at least partly, four girls crowded in together. The sexual energy combined with the heat of our bodies made it feel like a sauna. My face was dripping with sweat and my panties were soaked too, but not just with perspiration. I shoved my crotch against Molly’s knee again and again. God, it felt so good. My clit was hard, tingling, throbbing. I wasn’t going to let myself come, although it wouldn’t have taken much more at that point.

Finally Hannah cried, “Bollocks, it’s hot!” She threw the sheets down past our knees and sat up, shaking out her tangled hair.

Reluctantly I disengaged from my sister. Molly’s face was sweaty like mine, her lips inflamed from our feverish kissing. She grinned at me as she tried to fluff her cotton nightie with her hands, get some air under it. The material was damp, clinging to her skin. I sat up and looked down at my own chest. It was covered with perspiration, small breasts gleaming in the light from the bedside lamp.

Hannah giggled, “It’s like we all need a shower now, eh?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

The redhead nodded at the younger girls, who were lying side by side, both still breathing heavily. “Okay, you two, back to your room. That’s all for tonight.”

“Aww, no,” they started to complain, but Hannah wouldn’t hear it. She tugged at Lindsey, got the little girls up, and shooed them out the door, closing it behind them.

Hannah walked back to the bed and reached for the lamp, the only light still on in the room. Pausing, she asked, “Shall I turn it off, or leave it on?”

“Um, off, I guess.” Although I certainly loved looking at her, it would be more intimate in the dark.

She nodded and switched off the lamp. It was almost completely dark. There was no moon that night, and Hannah’s bedroom faced the backyard, offering no illumination from streetlights. I heard a giggle and felt the mattress bounce as she hopped in.

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