Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Passing Cloud

The rest of the day was a blur of warm and happy thoughts. I was genuinely excited about getting home and doing this new game with my sister.

After school, as we walked back, Kathy told me that she had spoken with Maria about her cousin and what I had said.

True to her word, Maria hadn’t let me down. She confirmed everything I had said to Kathy, and in fact had insisted that she tried being tied up and ‘tickled’. She had virtually instructed Kathy to let me do what I wanted.

I couldn’t hide my delight as I skipped along. My huge grin betraying my excitement, I even started to make fun of my sister; mocking her and laughing. I hopped around her singing “I’m going to tie you up, I’m going to tie you up…”

I thought she would be cross, but she laughed along with me. I think she was looking forward to bedtime as well.

We ate our food quickly and then scuttled upstairs to ‘play’. Our parents were professional people and seemed happy enough for us to keep out of the way and not make too much noise.

I didn’t waste any time telling Kathy that I wanted to find something ‘good’ to tie her up with — I wanted to practise so that when we went to bed and “did it” properly, there was no way she would be able to get away.

I was so excited with the thought of having her completely helpless and at my mercy and naked, I was almost in a frenzy. I rummaged through my drawers and wardrobe and ordered (my ‘dominance’ was becoming more and more apparent) her to do the same.

After a few minutes we got together in the middle of the room to see what we’d got. We had both found a number of old pairs of tights, and Kathy had found a length of crepe bandage which had been used on her sprained ankle some months ago.

We giggled and laughed as we sorted through the items, making no pretence about how they would be used.

I made the point that the tights felt really strong and that she wouldn’t be able to move a muscle. Kathy, to my delight, was just as enthusiastic and agreed wholeheartedly. I picked up the bandage and observed, “This would make a good gag. We don’t want Mum and Dad to hear you squealing.” That made us laugh again, and I noticed how flushed her face was. I think she was aroused even then.

I laid all the items out that we were going to use and told Kathy I wanted to ‘have a practise’.

She thought that was a great idea (I couldn’t believe her enthusiasm, but I liked it) and so I said, “Okay, then — just sit still, put your leg out, and I’ll try these.” I grabbed a pair of the old white tights.

It took me a little time to get it right. I was so pleased that we had decided to try it out first. I found that if I wrapped the tights around Kathy’s ankle or wrist a few times — nice and tight — then the ensuing simple knot would hold it in place and it was virtually impossible for her to escape. I made her try “really hard” to wriggle out. Eventually, I was satisfied I had a reasonable technique.

“Let’s do it properly now,” I suggested.

Once more, Kathy immediately complied.

I used the legs of one pair of tights on her ankles and another on her wrists (I had already visualised what I was going to do later, on the bed). In a matter of minutes her legs were bound securely and her hands tied tightly behind her back. We giggled and laughed throughout, and when I was done I stood up to observe and appreciate my handiwork.

She was lying on her side, her head twisted to look up at me. I saw how helpless she was. I also saw again how flushed she was. I knew she was aroused — I could sense it. And that knowledge, together with my pleasure at her helplessness, made me aroused too.

I crouched down beside Kathy and poked her gently in the ribs with my index finger.

“Ow!” she yelped. “Don’t!”

So I did it again, grinning.

She yelped again.

“Be quiet,” I ordered her. Then I leaned closely over her and whispered into her ear, “I can do anything I want to you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” I giggled as I said it. What a wonderful feeling of power. I felt my heart beating loudly. It was oh, so thrilling. I couldn’t wait until later when I had her completely to myself. In the dark. My parents asleep. Kathy naked and helpless. I was getting more and more aroused in my reverie. I had to do something.

So I poked her again, and again.

Then I tickled her. Her ribs and knees. I tickled her feet, then back to her ribs. She rolled and writhed and squealed and laughed and yelped and shouted louder and louder, “No! No! Stop it! Leave me ALONE! Get off! Get OFF ME!”

But I wouldn’t leave her alone. I loved it. I felt myself getting more and more aroused more and more “sexy”.

I sat astride Kathy to try and keep her still. I grabbed the bandage from the floor and with some effort managed to wrap it round and round her face, pushing it into her mouth and then tying it tightly.

She could still make a lot of noise, but muffled and less shrill.

And then I was straight back at her. Pinning her down, I tickled and poked and tortured her for what seemed like ages and she thrashed and screamed through it all. It was utterly fantastic. Such power and control.

I pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her panties.

“I can see your knickers,” I sang it out softly. “I can see your knickers,” and I let my little fingers tickle all the way down the crease of her panties between her buttocks and back again.

She went still then, and I bent right down so my mouth was touching her ear.

“Just you wait ‘til later,” I chuckled quietly, “just you wait…”

*****

Some hours later, I sat cross-legged on my bed, waiting for my sister. Her bedside lamp was on, casting a soft warm glow around the room.

Kathy was in the bathroom and there were butterflies in my stomach as I again listened to her toilet. The tinkle of her urinating sent a tingle through my loins as I looked over at her bed, which I had prepared in readiness. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.

I had attached a pair of tights to each of the four legs. Following my earlier practise session, I had made sure that they were wrapped around and tied very tightly so each now had just a single leg lying loosely, waiting to secure the limbs of my willing victim.

A few minutes later Kathy came in. She cast me a furtive glance and a sly half-smile as she glided towards her bed. She was wearing a short nightdress which came just to her knees and rode up her bare thighs as she sat down.

She didn’t say a word, but remained sitting very still with her hands in her lap.

She was obviously waiting for me.

She didn’t have to wait long.

I silently moved across the room and stood in front of her.

“Lie down, then,” I instructed her. My voice was quiet but, to my own surprise, authoritative.

She passively lay full length on her back. She didn’t look up.

I quickly set to work. I felt my heart beating and my hands trembling slightly. I hoped it wasn’t too noticeable. I didn’t want Kathy to know how excited and aroused I was. I thought it might weaken my authority… but I loved every second that I spent tying her to the bed, and as each knot tightened my anticipation intensified.

Within a few minutes I had finished. Both ankles and both wrists were tied securely to the four corners of the bed. I had been fastidious. She was tied really tightly and was genuinely helpless. I had tried hard to stretch her wide — her arms and especially her legs — to give me as much access to her intimate parts as possible. I didn’t want her breaking free.

I stood in silence looking down at her. She squirmed and wriggled in a delightfully provocative way. I could have watched her like that for hours.

But I was almost overwhelmed with a curiously perverse desire. It was similar to the similar to the last time — but more intense. I knew that this was my sister but also, in a way, not simply my sister, but a human body completely at my mercy. Someone who had submitted herself completely for my indulgence. She was tied, helpless, completely vulnerable. I could do anything, anything at all. It thrilled me.

I promptly sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Kathy’s face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her mouth was slightly open. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

I put my hand flat on the middle of her chest and she immediately arched her back, pressing her rib cage against my hand. I could feel her heart quickly beating. She raised her throat by pushing her head back into the pillow and thrusting her chest even harder against me. It was clearly an act of further submission — giving me her body, inviting me to touch her more.

I reached down and lifted the hem of her nightdress. She obligingly raised her hips enough for me to slide the material quickly up the length of her body. I threw it over her head as before so that she lay completely naked before me, but with her face obscured.

The sight excited me beyond words.

Now the scene was almost complete. The gentle light from the bedside lamp allowed me to see every detail of her nakedness. The soft down of her skin; her tight, flat belly stretched rigid by her bonds; the sharp detail of her ribs emphasised with every heave of her chest.

I reached out to touch her small, erect nipples. With just a fingertip I tickled each in turn. I kept doing it for minutes each. Knowing she couldn’t move and knowing what it felt like, I felt a surge of lust thrill through my loins as I revelled in my power.

I thought again that this faceless body, this defenceless human being was mine, mine. My God, I was so aroused.

As I persisted with my teasing, she began to writhe beneath me. My attention was drawn to her now undulating hips and I gloried in the site of her beautiful mound with that so enticing, neat little slit. She tried to push it out to invite me to touch it, then began to whimper, abstractly pleading like a baby.

I immediately put my mouth to her ear, my lips touching the soft cotton of her nightdress and hissed, “Shhh! Don’t make any noise!”

Then, to strengthen my point, I grabbed the nightdress and pressed it tightly over her face and wrapped it round so that it formed a tight mask rather than a loose cover. I could see the fabric stretched over her mouth, moving in and out with her breathing. Somehow that seemed to heighten her helplessness for me. I had another surge of lust in my loins as I took a sadistic delight in getting the roll of bandage from before and tying it round and round her mouth.

To my delight, she lifted her head to make it easier for me.

The end result was that she seemed even less my sister with her face disfigured by the gag — more just a living body for my amusement.

Through the tight material of the nightdress, I touched her face. Her eyes and her ears. I pinched her nose and held it for a few seconds – enough to make her moan in protest, her whole body arching as she fought for breath.

Then I let my fingers move down onto the soft skin of her neck and I began to tickle her.

The rapid drumbeat of my tiny fingers became relentless as I covered every inch of her. I grinned and giggled throughout as she writhed and strained beneath me. I touched her everywhere.

I concentrated on the most sensitive areas with malicious, cruel abandon: her armpits, her ribs, inside her thighs, her feet — especially her feet. She jerked her knees and elbows furiously and thrashed her head from side to side, and each time she tried to moan and scream her muffled objections, I moved up the bed and pinched her nose again until she subsided – all the while giggling in her ear and chiding her, “Shut up! Be quiet! I’ve only just started!”

I became breathless with stifled laughter and paused for a short while. I sat on the edge of the bed with one small hand idly tickling her ribs as she squirmed helplessly.

I studied Kathy again. I was enjoying this so much, but I was now filled with childish lust and was intent on some ‘sexy’ play. I really wanted to be ‘dirty,’ and with her tied like this I could be as rude and dirty as I wanted.

Leaving her briefly, I crossed the room and pulled the pillows from my bed.

With a little effort I managed to force them beneath her hips and buttocks, pushing her sex upwards and forcing her thighs wider.

Trembling with desire, I climbed onto the bed and knelt astride her, facing her feet. I bent my head until my face was almost touching her vagina. I inspected her sex in avid detail. Again, the thrill of having this helpless body beneath mine coursed through me. I almost didn’t know what to do next as the sensation, the awareness of my power, filled my senses.

I watched with eager fascination as my fingers, almost without my control, traced the line of her slit. Such intimate probing – I couldn’t get enough. I pressed her soft vaginal lips, tickled her labia. I carefully pulled them apart as she lay still, exposing her little clitoris.

I lowered my head further and extended my tongue. With the gentlest of movements I allowed the tip to caress that glistening bud.

She gave a muffled groan and squirmed once more, but I was suddenly transported in an ecstasy of indulgence.

I slid my hands languidly along the inside of her thighs, pressing them a little wider, and then licked the tip of her clitoris again — then again.

Her writhing became undulations as I worked on her. My fingertips danced all around her sex — tickling and caressing every part of her vulva, dipping gently in between her moist lips. I trailed my fingers along the whole line of her slit all the way to her anus, where they lingered as I savoured the naughtiness of that intimacy.

I pressed my cheek against her belly, feeling the warmth, inhaling the scent of her body. I could smell the lingering aroma of soap from her time in the bathroom, and that made me think of those other personal things that she did in there. Instantly inflamed, I thrust my face deep between her open thighs. Lasciviously sliding my tongue along her slit I pressed my nose deep between her buttocks and breathed deep. I wanted, lusted after the scent of her anus, her toilet. I wanted to be so dirty.

I licked her there, licked her tight sphincter. I stretched her buttocks with my fingertips so that I could see it. I eagerly examined it in the half-light, then licked it again – proud of my bravery, proud of my abandon.

I became lost in this glorious freedom. I stretched myself full length on top of her, so my hips lay high on her chest and my feet on her face. I ran my hands along her legs with my fingertips extended beyond her knees stroking, feeling. And all the while my mouth licked, slavered and drooled between her open thighs. I sucked and licked and flickered my tongue with wanton delight.

Inspired, I quickly sat up and removed my pyjama bottoms, then without any preamble, pressed my bare behind onto her face. I wriggled and squirmed, grinning cruelly to myself, as I moved my hips up and down, smearing the secretions from my childish lust over the material which was stretched tightly over her mouth and nose. The bandage was still in place, and she was muttering and groaning through it as I rubbed myself on her.

Excited and aroused beyond anything I had previously experienced, I reached behind and pulled the cloth of her nightdress down — releasing her eyes and nose but leaving her mouth still tightly covered. I glanced over my shoulder and noted the startled, almost fearful, expression in her eyes. I loved it, because not only was she afraid of me, I also saw an expression of resignation there. She was defeated. She really was mine to play with. I once again saw her as my sister but now from a new perspective. I was genuinely in control — in my mind, “the boss”.

I pushed myself back again, and this time felt the glorious sensation of her skin and breath against my bare vulva and anus. I wriggled and squirmed again until I had positioned my sphincter hard against her nose where I pressed and rubbed… to show her that I was fully in control and to humiliate her. It felt wonderful. I rubbed my clitoris on her face, relentlessly, until I was on the point of orgasm, then paused, letting the intense feeling subside.

Then, once more, I got back to work on her sex. I licked and lapped her cunt, sucked her clitoris, licked her labia, tickled inside her with the tip of my tongue.

Aroused as I was, I continued with all of this for what seemed like ages — then I noticed her movements becoming more pronounced. The undulations of her hips became stronger and fell into rhythm with me. I sensed her nearing that ‘point’ as her belly tightened beneath me and she strained harder to push her sex into my mouth. I continued licking her with new zeal.

When she started to moan through the gag and her hips began the reflex spasms of orgasm, I pulled my mouth away and sat up a little. One hand carefully parted her vaginal lips, while with the other I used just the tip of my index finger to rapidly flick her exposed clitoris. I did it as fast as I could, and grinned with joy as I relished the sounds of her ecstasy. She was bound so tightly, though, and was so constrained by my weight and the packed pillows beneath her that she could hardly move at all.

I felt so in control and my own physical pleasure was so intense (my naked puss was pressed hard against her belly) I just didn’t want to stop. So I kept on… and on.

Her moans of pleasure took on a different tone. The spasms in her hips were replaced by spasms of a different kind. Her whole body began to tremble. It was such a delicious feeling beneath me.

I turned my head to look into her eyes and was greeted by a baleful stare as she lifted her head to meet my eyes, a series of tremendous jolts running through her. Her head jerked back and forth and the trembling only increased. I grinned mercilessly as I stared into her eyes, my fingertip persisting with its cruel tickling. I did it faster and faster, and she threw her head back into the pillow.

I loved the sight of her stretched, distended throat as she helplessly gave in to the terrible pleasure I was inflicting upon her. Her muffled moans picked up the rhythm of my insistent rubbing. “Nnnnn… nnnnn… nnnn…” I kept doing it. It was wonderful.

Eventually I had to stop. My hand was cramping, and my dear sister had ceased her moaning and had lapsed into a series of feeble whimpers, albeit still in rhythm with my movements.

Satisfied, I slipped my tired finger into the wetness between her labia and held it there for a few moments. Kathy gave a shuddering sigh, and I slowly pulled out and lifted myself off her. I had a moment of regret as I looked down at her naked helplessness, but decided that enough was enough.

Crouching down, I started to untie her. As I fiddled with the knots, I touched my lips to her cheek. She stared blankly upwards in silence as, with a quiet chuckle, I whispered, “I’m going to tell Maria all about this tomorrow. I’m going to tell her everything…”

Kathy closed her eyes.

To be continued…?