Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

“Guess we’ll have to wait for that, huh!” We had both jumped at the same time: I, to the vanity on her dresser, and she to scramble back into her shorts and blouse. I called down the stairs, “Coming!” and looked back at my girl.

Her face was still pretty flushed; her hair nice and frowzy. She stood before me, hands out. “See? Fresh and clean!”

I smiled. “Yep, fresh and clean.” I brushed a stray lock from her face. “Brush your hair, then come down. Okay?”

She nodded, and touched a finger to my lip. “You’re all wet and kissy.”

I looked in the mirror and, yes I was. I dabbed my mouth on my shoulder. Still rosy, but, oh well. “Here we go!” I jogged down the stairs to open the front door.

“LOU!” My little sister had her arms out. I grabbed her, and we hugged. My mom stood behind her, smiling, but in a rush, as always. She held Lisa’s overnight bag. Lisa’s valet, tapping her toe.

I broke the hug and held her at arm’s length. “Let me look at you.” Lisa made a little pirouette, expertly, of course. “Oh my gosh, girl. . . you have grown like, a foot or something.” Mom smiled, and nodded, and looked at her watch.

“And look at you, you’re still in dance clothes!”

Lisa made a face. “I didn’t even have time to change.”

She looked anything but. Her golden blonde hair was held back with a purple headband, her fit dancer body sleek in leotards and skirt. I noticed her legs were bare. Such supple legs!

She noticed my look. “Yeah, I got to take my tights off in the car. I’m a sweaty mess. Whew!”

I really was impressed. “You are so not. You are a very pretty girl, Lisa.”

She blushed at my candor. Mom said, “Don’t give her a bigger head than she already has.” She smiled at Lisa. “She’s been dancing all day, and she won first prize!”

Lisa blushed even harder, and looked down. “Yeah.”

“Wow, that is awesome!” I hugged her, then kissed her forehead. She smiled.

“Yay, Lisa!!” Lily proclaimed form the top of the stairs.

“Hey, Lily!” Lisa loped toward the stairs. She held her arms out and Lily jumped. They both almost fell over, but I was there to back them up. It was funny: Lisa, with her sylph-like dancer’s form, was just a wee bit taller than Lily, even though Lily was (almost) two years older. And whereas Lily still had her little-girl, doll-like quality, Lisa had grown and lengthened, so that she really did have that classic long-necked, dancer’s bod.

“Okay, girls, I have to go,” Mom broke in, handing me Lisa’s case. “Tell Josette how thankful we are, she is such a dear –”

“I know, I will. Is that silk?” She wore an evening dress, casual, but still, spaghetti-strap, black with a shiny pink top.

“Oh please. Polyester, I think.”

“It fits you so well.”

She smiled. “Spandex.”

“Oh. Well, it does, though.”

“Thank you, hon.” She gave me a kiss. “And YOU are a dear for watching these two.”

‘These two’ had already run into the kitchen.

“And you do get to be with your sister for at least a little bit, right?” Mom opened the door. “And she definitely needs a shower before bed.”

“Gotcha. Have fun.”

She made a face. “Council meeting. How much fun? But thanks.” And she left.

I closed the door, and leaned against it. Laughs and giggles came from the direction of the kitchen. Those two. I shook my head. Night and day, I thought. Or, coffee and milk. Lily and Lisa. What was I going to do with them? Lily – well, I knew what I wanted to do there. For days and days. . .

STOP. Lisa had come for ME and she was my sister, for God’s sake. I loved her. Really. But we didn’t see much of each other, and hadn’t for years. Since she was three years old, she’d wanted to be a dancer, and at six, had started going away to a special school just for Dance.

I used to make fun of her in my How-Incredibly-Annoying-Can-I-Be-To-Everybody years (roughly, 13 to 17, and I can still turn it on in a pinch!) “Little Miss Tutu Cute!” “You walk like a Duck!” But she was always pretty amazingly serene for her age, and bore it all like a, well, like a professional dancer, I guess.

I was also, in those roguish days, pretty sex-driven. Like, all the time. Not that I was in and out of bed with everybody – at that time, I was fuzzy on which sex I wanted to go to bed with! I leaned towards girls, but felt very weird and alien for feeling that way, and so did my best to lean the other way towards Boys. Very exhausting.

My fantasy life was chock-full, however. I’d sometimes skip school and spend the entire day in bed with my own sex toys: my hands, my cunt, my ass, my mouth – and my ever-expanding fantasy life. And during these sex binges, lasting sometimes days, if I happened to run into Little Miss. . . well, I became a lot more friendly than usual, you could say.

Not that I went as far as I eventually did with Lily. That happened after Lisa had started going away to school. But what happened with Lily had been warmed to, prepared, let’s say, by the preliminary intimacies I enjoyed with Lisa back when she was maybe 4 or 5 years old. I know, I’m such a perv. Yum.

And I’ll tell you, I was such a BITCH most of the time to her back then, that when I wasn’t a bitch, even if I might instead seem kind of weird and creepy, I think she much preferred that to Lou-lou the Bitch. (That’s what she called me, Lou-lou. Not The Bitch part. She could’ve, though.)

Mostly I’d pet her and hold her and stuff. And she liked it. One time, I remember I was in the middle of some powerfully good fingerpainting, and Lisa, probably five years old, walked right in. Fortunately, I’d been under the covers, which I didn’t always do, so I just froze. But God, I was a lusty mess. And Lisa just wandered aimlessly about the room, asking five-year-old questions.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just. . . napping, kiddo.” I slowly started circling myself.

“Oh,” as she circled the bed. She wore what was to become her virtual uniform: a leotard. A little pink leotard, bunched at the butt. “What’s that?” Pointing at my Joan Jett poster.

“Joan Jett and The Blackhearts,” I breathed, an image of Joan staring at me and sticking her fingers in my twat flashed, and I had a mini-cum. Love having them.

I must have made a little noise. “What’s wrong?” Lisa was looking down at me. Her big blue eyes were concerned.

I touched my idle hand to her face. “Nothing, honey. I’m just a little hot.” Oh yes I am!

She put a cool palm to my sweaty forehead. “Maybe you have a fever.” She sniffed. “It smells like tunafish in here.”

I smiled. “Yeah, I just had a sandwich.” I picked her up and slung her onto me so that she lay full on my body, above the covers. She grinned. I never treated her nicely – this, apparently, was a pleasant surprise.

She lay, head on my breasts, and hummed. Her legs had splayed to surround my hips, and I rested my hands on her little bum. I patted. “You’re getting to have a big girl bottom, aren’t you?”

She pushed herself up on my breasts, and nodded seriously.”I have LOTS and LOTS of exercises, so all my muscles get strong and big.” She flexed her butt against my hand, and grinned. “See?”

I pressed both hands down on her butt, so that I felt her pelvic bone against my clit. Yes, I did. I ground her little body against my front. “Do that again,” I said. “Do it as many times as you can.” I arched my back slightly, increasing the contact. “How many times can you do that? Huh?”

Her little tongue stuck out with the effort. “I can do it a lot!” And she began, unknowingly, to meet my thrusts with her own.

“Whhoah, yes you can!” I breathed. “Let’s see if. . . if we can do it together! Okay??”

“‘Kay!” She really did have a wonderful flexibility, allowing her to really mold herself to my movements. “See??” Lisa was flushed. She liked this game!

Ohhhh, OH, my GOD, I’m coming, ohhhh. . . I’d been almost there when she came in, now. . . but I had to cover, somehow, didn’t want to scare her. Or have her tell Mom. . .

“Okay, okay, Lisa, Lisa. . . no, keep going, it’s okay, just. . . want to play, let’s pretend that. . . I’m the dragon, and you’re riding me. Yeah, I’m the monster, and you got me, you jumped on me, and now you’re riding me, OK?”

“Yeah!! Okay! I’m the hero!”

I was really holding back a flood – jets of creamy joy were shooting through me. . . “Yeah, you’re the. . . the hero, and, and, ohhhHH. . . and, now you pretend to kill me, okay? With your big sword!”

“But I’m a elf, I use bows and arrows –”

“YES, bowsnarrows, yes, kill me, Lees, kill me now!”

And she made a big deal of pulling at her big bow, and I kept up the ride, and I started dying already —

“I didn’t shoot you yet –”

“I know, shoot, god, shoot!”

“Okay, aaaaand. . . Fwwisssshhh! Shtnnng!!”

“Ohhhhh yessss, my GOD, OHHHhhhh, FUCK, omigodomigodomigod, aaaAAAAHHH!!”

And I pulled Lisa down to me and held her, and pressed against her and shook, and held. . .

“Now you’re dead?” She whispered in my ear.

“Yes. I am dead.”

She kissed my cheek and got off the bed. Solemnly, she patted my hand. “You were a good fighter, Dragon.” She went to the door, then turned. “But you said a bad word. . . and I am better!” And she was gone.

Wow.

Oh, I forgot to tell her not to tell Mom about The Dragon and. . . I yawned. Soon.

And fell asleep.

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