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Amber, Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 19, 2017 at 1:32 pm

By Tater Tot

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

I rolled my eyes as I stopped in my daughter Amber’s door — a little shocked, but wanting to laugh at the same time. I leaned against the door frame, watching as she masturbated with her left hand. Her eyes were closed and her hand was moving furiously, flat as if trying to scrub herself, with an expression of frustration on her face.

Of course, she chose that exact moment to open her eyes and saw me standing there.

I sighed as she screamed, “Mom!” then turned and covered her face with a pillow.

“Amber, it’s okay,” I said as I walked over to stand by her. She didn’t even twitch. “Amber, honey, turn around, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I said again.

“Go away,” she mumbled into the pillow.

I sighed again, knowing exactly how this was going to go. Stay in her room all night, slink around me for days, then be angry and defensive for weeks. We went through this every time she became embarrassed. I wanted to pinch her just for the reaction, but I decided to give her a reason to be embarrassed instead.

Lying down next to her on my back, I flipped my skirt up, slipped a hand in my panties and started masturbating. I was actually a little wet from watching Amber play with herself, though her technique was anything but erotic. I pictured the time Dan and I had sex in the car, giving him a blow job, fucking on the car hood, then bending over and letting him fuck me in the ass until I had a screaming orgasm. Too bad he was a cheating son of a bitch, he was great in bed.

After a little while I wasn’t even aware of Amber — lost in my memories, riding the waves of pleasure I got from my clit and periodically inserting a finger. I didn’t try to delay it and reached an orgasm in less than ten minutes.

I came with a grunt and clenching of my pussy, then slowly drew my hand out and licked my finger clean as I opened my eyes. Amber gasped beside me, so I turned to see her facing me, wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open in shock.

Laughing, I said, “Yes?”

“Mom,” she gasped, “did you come?”

I twitched an eyebrow at the phrasing, but gave a laugh and said, “Of course, that’s why people masturbate. Why do you do it?”

She looked embarrassed, sad and frustrated at the same time as she said, “I try, but never have,” then turned her head away, blushing.

“Well,” I said, “it might have something to do with the way you’re doing it.”

Her head perked back up, but she was still blushing as she said, “I don’t know how, I tried…” then stopped, blushing harder.

I turned on my side to face her, head resting on my palm as I tried to decide what she was trying to say. “You tried… what?”

Her face stayed turned away as she said, “You know… putting… you know, a finger… well, putting it… sort of in… you know.”

I almost laughed but caught myself, knowing she would just turn away and sulk again. “Putting your finger in your pussy?” I asked.

She turned to face me and gasped, “Mom!”

That did get me to laugh, but I hurriedly said, “We’re talking about masturbating, honey, so saying ‘pussy,’ isn’t a bad thing. We’re both old enough to not be embarrassed by it.”

I could see the “old enough” statement helped, making her feel like an adult, so I continued, “You weren’t using a finger when I came in.”

She looked up from under her eyelashes and blushed some more as she said, “It just hurt to use my finger, and I had heard other girls say they rubbed themselves.” Giving me a frustrated look, she added, “But they can also see internet porn, and I can’t!”

I laughed again, but held up my hand when she started to get angry, saying, “Sorry, but I never thought of having porn blocked being a handicap.” Looking more directly at her I said, “Those girls were talking about rubbing their clits, or pushing against something to simulate sex, not actual rubbing like you were doing.”

She looked interested, then confused before saying, “I tried to find my clitoris, but I think I mustn’t have one.”

I giggled, then stroked her face and said “You’re young, and some girls have theirs hooded.”

Now she was getting thoughtful, something I’d seen a thousand times — give her some information she was interested in, and she would become focused until it drove you nuts. She cocked her head at me for a second then said, “So how do they have orgasms?”

Wow, guess this was the day for serious sex talk. Trying to get comfortable, I said “Well, penetration is one way, though you’ll want to try to be somewhat excited and wet before doing much. I find that kind of orgasm to be more satisfying, but it takes longer. Most girls use clitoral stimulation when masturbating, but it does make you more impatient over time.”

That was a lot of information, and I could see her trying to sort it out. She was pursing her lips in and out as she thought for a while, then said, “So what do you do to get excited?”

I could see she really didn’t get it, thinking it was a mechanical-type thing, how to touch yourself just right to achieve a specific result. “Honey,” I said, then waited for her to look at me. “When was the last time you became excited when not trying to masturbate?”

She blushed ferociously, causing me to blink, then smile as I waited to hear what was so embarrassing. Did she see a boy naked?

When she didn’t say anything, I said, “Baby, we’re talking about sex, I don’t think you have any reason to be embarrassed. What got you so excited? It’s important to know before I can tell you how it all works.”

She was looking around, acting trapped, but finally whispered, “My teacher.”

I nodded, remembering my own teenage crushes, and said, “Which one?”

Her head went all the way down until her face was in her pillow as she said, “Ms. Thompson.”

I blinked, then almost laughed again — but held it, knowing she wouldn’t handle it well at all. “Well, that’s normal. Most of us have girl crushes early on.”

She peeked up at me and said, “Really?”

I did laugh then and said, “Of course, I’ve had quite a few in my life, and still have them time to time.”

Amber blinked, dumbfounded I think, to realize her old mom was talking about lesbian urges. I wanted to giggle uncontrollably at her shock, but held it in again. When she had a moment she said “Wow. Okay… that’s… well, that’s… I don’t know.”

I wiggled an eyebrow at her, then said, “Anyway… the reason I asked is because when you masturbate you should be thinking about something that excites you, a scenario or fantasy that you live as you play with yourself.”

She blushed again at my words, but kept looking at me, thinking about what I was saying. She nodded to herself, then frowned and said, “What were you thinking when you just did… you know.”

Grinning, I said, “Masturbated?”

She gave me a shy smile and said, “Yeah, masturbated.”

“A time when your father and I had a lot of fun,” I answered.

She gave a half-nod again, but sort of sneered. I understood, she really didn’t much like Dan anymore, not that I could blame her. She thought for a while, then spoke distractedly as she thought out loud. “So you fantasize about something exciting, then when you’re excited, you use your fingers to make you more excited until you orgasm.”

It sounded so logical that I grinned, as she reminded me of me when I was at work solving a problem. Then she blushed and glanced at me, obviously remembering what her fantasy was about.

“It’s okay to think about a woman, Amber,” I said seriously. “Thinking about or even having sex with another woman isn’t evil. Just because you do doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian.”

She was still blushing, but she was looking quizzically at me, so I smiled and said, “Yes, your decrepit old mother has fantasized about women, and I had a girlfriend in college.”

That got a gasp of shock as she said, “Mom!” again.

I laughed at the expression on her face, but waited for her to get it together. She eventually pulled herself back and looked at me appraisingly, acting like I was someone she’d never seen before, so I shrugged and said, “So you fantasize about your teacher, then when you’re wet enough, try easing a finger in. Don’t push in too far, just enough to feel it. Try to tie the fantasy into the physical things you’re doing.”

She blushed as I sat up and moved toward the door. Stopping as I stepped out, I turned and said, “Have fun, but remember we’re going shopping tomorrow morning.”

Big blush, but she nodded.

I found myself masturbating to an orgasm that night, picturing Amber doing the same.

*****

We had fun the next day, though I caught her giving me a couple of appraising looks. The conversation had given her a lot to think about — but I didn’t say anything, though I was dying to know if she had her orgasm.

It wasn’t till that evening while I was in bed reading that Amber finally came to talk. She was wearing her pajamas, though they were looking a little young on her fourteen-year-old frame. She was going to have small breasts and they hadn’t grown big enough to really need a bra, as much as she wished they might. The growing she’d done this year had pushed her to five-four and caused her to look a little skinny, all long legs and arms.

I smiled at her and set my book down as she crawled in next to me, kept her face down and muttered, “It didn’t work.”

I slid down to lie next to her and said, “Tell me.”

She kept her eyes down as she said, “I did what you said. It sort of worked, but I didn’t orgasm. At least I never felt anything like people say.”

I shook my head and pushed the hair out of her face, thinking about what to say. How do you tell someone how to orgasm? It seemed natural to me. The talk was actually making me a little horny, which is probably why I suggested what I did.

“Do you want me to help, baby?” I asked.

She looked up at me questioningly, then blushed and said, “Could you? How?”

This was my last chance to stop, and I didn’t take it. “I’ll try to talk you through a fantasy and touch you, so you know how to do it. Once you have an orgasm, you’ll be able to do it yourself.”

She really blushed, but nodded her head immediately. “Well, turn off the lights and crawl in with me,” I said.

Amber jumped up and flipped the lights off, and came back to slide under the covers. I set my book aside and pulled her close to me, spooning her from behind. Placing an arm around her I propped my head on some pillows by her ear and said, “So, honey, I’ll describe a fantasy, then touch you until you become wet. When you are, I’ll use a finger until you come. Okay?”

She was gasping a little in excitement as she said, “Okay.”

Putting my hand on her stomach, I started rubbing in soft circles.

“You’re at school, in Ms. Thomson’s room. It’s after school and you have to stay late to talk about grades. She walks in, then shuts and locks the door before sitting at her desk. You walk up to stand beside her when she waves you forward. She tells you that your grades could be better, and you need to work harder.

“She takes your hand and pulls you closer until you’re standing between her legs, looking down at her. She tells you that she could probably help you with your grades if you want, then reaches around and puts her hand on your ass.” I reach down and rest my hand on her ass cheek, then start rubbing it slowly as I continue. “You’re staring at her as you nod and say, ‘Yes, Ms. Thomson, I would like your help.’ She smiles and brings her hand around to the front of your legs.” I slide my hand off her ass and around to the front of her thigh, squeezing it softly. “She tells you that if you do what she wants, she can make sure your grades get better.”

Amber gave a soft gasping moan as she seemed to realize she had stopped breathing for a second, then started panting a little as I continued.

“You nod again and say, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Her hand slides up slowly as she stares into your eyes, then finally rests on your pussy.” My hand did that, resting on the outside of her pajama bottoms, pressing into the hot center of her pussy. Amber made a soft groan and twitched her hips forward and back once.

“Ms. Thomson’s hand slides to the top of your pants as she says, ‘Would you like to earn an A this semester?’ You nod again as her hand slides slowly into your pants, easing under your panties.” My hand did the same, sliding in, pushing under the waistband of her panties. “Her fingers touch the top of your wet pussy and she says, ‘Are you willing to work hard and do what I say, Amber?'” My hand reached her wet slit, drawing a loud moan from her as her whole body twitched.

I continued whispering, “Her finger rests against your wet slit as you nod excitedly at her. She smiles as her finger runs up and down your wet pussy, making you so wet and excited. You can see her breasts down her blouse, and how her nipples are standing up as her finger presses against your pussy.”

My finger was sliding up and down Amber’s wet pussy, and continued to do so as I spoke. “Ms. Thomson slides her hand out and unbuttons your pants, sliding them and your panties down, exposing your wet pussy to her, making her lick her lips in excitement. She moves you over to sit on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs as she says, ‘What do you want me to do now, Amber?’”

I stopped talking as my finger moved up and down, pressing harder as her juices flowed. I almost giggled as she mumbled, “Eat me.”

I slid my middle finger in slightly, though she was so tight that it took effort to push up to the first joint as I said, “Ms. Thomson lets her head slide between your legs, and her tongue comes out to push into your wet pussy.”

Amber came at that point, moaning loudly and pushing her hips hard against my hand, humping it a couple of times as she grunted and moaned. She was panting hard when she finally relaxed, so I pulled my hand away, bringing it to my mouth as she turned onto her back and watched me lick my fingers clean.

Her eyes were half closed as she watched, her face totally relaxed. I snuggled her close and said, “And that’s an orgasm.”

She fell asleep almost immediately. I waited a moment, then fingered myself to an orgasm, reliving what had just happened.

Continue on to Chapter 2

 

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Rules for Writing: Naughty or Nice

  • Posted on June 18, 2017 at 12:20 pm

By Amanda Lynn

I will profess that I am by no means an expert on the do’s and don’ts of writing fiction, whether erotic or otherwise. Most of what I know about producing a written document comes from 33 years as an administrative clerk in the Canadian Forces. My desire to write fiction dates back to my grade 8 and 9 English classes where creative writing was a large part of the curriculum. Of course, the stories I wrote then were all very PG. I dabbled with writing until I graduated high school, and then life got in the way and writing took a back seat.

Now that I’m retired, I finally decided to pick up the pen once again thanks to an author who goes by the name ‘No One’. I’d read some stories by this author over at Nifty, and was introduced to Juicy Secrets when a story of his was posted here. By then we’d exchanged a few emails, and he was urging me to try writing again. With that encouragement, and finding a sub-genre that I really enjoyed at JS, I took the plunge.

I pumped out my first effort, “The Holly and the Ivy,” within a week or so and submitted it. To my surprise, Cheryl, Naughty Mommy, and JetBoy approved it, and with only minor editing the story was published. Still, when I read each chapter as it was released, I was not entirely happy with what I had written. I thought I could do better, and decided I needed to learn more about the art of writing.

Thus I began my research, some of which I’m going to share with you here. The amount of information available on the web is astounding, to say the least. Much of what I will reference comes from blogs and web pages of published authors of erotica.

Are you ready? Let’s get started…

Unless you are still in grade school and reading this (which you probably shouldn’t be because you’re a bit too young to be on this site), you may already have a pretty good grasp of spelling and grammar. Still, the English language is full of rules, some of which apply only some of the time and can even contradict other rules.

When I traveled on the school bus way back when, we would stop at the entrance to a subdivision. Someone had posted a sign at the side of the road that simply read:

SLOW
CHILDREN
PLAYING

No punctuation. So, was this sign a warning not to drive fast because there were children playing? Or a statement that the children playing were mentally challenged?

Remember, everyone, punctuation saves lives! { Let’s eat kids! } or { Let’s eat, kids! } Of course, if those kids are horny young girls, then I suppose either one would be okay. But I think you know what I’m getting at.

Listed below are two very informative books that were suggested to me by JetBoy when I asked for advice at the beginning of my research. Both books can be found at your friendly neighborhood bookstore or your local public library.

Woe is I: The Grammarphobe’s Guide to Better English in Plain English

Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation

A dictionary and a thesaurus are also super handy to have around. Most word processing programs have both of these features built into them. These work well, but are limited. I purchased a program called Grammarly (a freeware version is available) to augment Microsoft Word that offers a more in-depth grammar, punctuation, and spelling checker. And, of course, there’s always Google. I’m sure if I’d had access to this tech back in high school my assignments would have had much less red ink on them.

Another good read, one that was recommended to me by Naughty Mommy, is Stephen King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. The first half of the book is autobiographical and interesting. The rest deals with the mechanics of writing. I especially enjoyed when Mr. King described the writer’s toolbox, comparing tools we need to write well with a craftsman’s toolbox.

Shall we take a look inside Mr. King’s toolbox? I’m sure he won’t mind.

On the top level we find a couple of common but very important tools, vocabulary and grammar.

Your vocabulary starts developing when you are a small child. ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’ are typical first words for most people. Mine was ‘shoe’, and I am sure this thrilled my parents to no end. So, vocabulary is your most common tool, and it will evolve as you continue to read. I have found that just listening to people talk also helps, be it at the supermarket, in a restaurant, or at the airport. Listen to the slang or jargon they use.

Some Do’s and Don’ts from Stephen King

  • DO NOT make a conscious effort to improve your vocabulary
  • DO NOT attempt to dress up your vocabulary
  • DO use a simple word in place of a complex, obscure one
  • DO use the first word that comes to mind

Next, a few words about grammar. For a sentence to be complete, it must contain a verb and a noun. Everyone knows that, right? But here’s something else. Verbs can be either active or passive. With an active verb, the subject of the sentence is doing something.

Example: Marcy licked Lisa’s pussy.

Whereas with a passive verb, the action is being done to the subject.

Example: Lisa’s pussy was licked by Marcy.

The use of passive verbs should be avoided if at all possible.

Now let’s talk about the poor adverb. Stephen King has said “The road to hell is paved with adverbs.” I understand the establishment’s negative view of the adverb, and I respect their opinion. However, I like adverbs and will continue to use them, sparingly, but still I will use them. I believe they do have something to contribute to a story.

What are adverbs, then…?

Adverbs — words that modify verbs, adjectives, or other adverbs, and usually end in ‘ly’ — are considered by most professional writers to be a sign of lazy prose. With a strong and appropriate verb, you will not need an adverb.

Adverbs are often used along with dialogue tags to show how something was said. With good descriptive dialogue, an adverb isn’t necessary. By using the adverb, this is also considered a form of ‘telling.’ We will discuss ‘telling’ and ‘showing’ a bit later.

Okay, digging down to the second level of our toolbox, we find what Stephen King calls the Elements of Style.

Paragraphs:

The paragraph is the next level of organization after the sentence. The structure consists of a topic sentence followed by support and description. They provide dialogue, description, and direction.

Description:

Draws the reader into the story by using the senses, and begins the visualization of the subject of the description. The description should be neither too thin, nor overwhelming. Include all the senses and do not spend too much time describing a character.

Dialogue:

Gives the characters their voice and helps define them. You can show things about the character through dialogue without explicitly saying it. Be true to the character by keeping the dialogue appropriate for that person. For example, 8-year-old Sally probably won’t use words like ‘prognosis,’ or ‘philanthropist.’ Come to think of it, I don’t use words like philanthropist. Don’t be afraid to use swear words, if it is appropriate for your character or the situation they are in.

Theme:

The theme is a recurring message presented in the story. It can be expressed through characters, symbols, and the story itself.

 

So, those are the basics. But now I want to share with you a few of the somewhat more advanced things I’ve learned about during my research.

1. Point of View: Who sees what

Point of View (POV) informs the reader who is telling us the story, or the scene. Are we outside the story and it is being narrated to us by a storyteller? Or are we seeing things through the eyes of one or more characters?

Some variations…

OMNISCIENT POV: Told by a narrator who is not a character. Can look into the minds of any character, even during the same scene. Can see the past and the future and can tell us things the characters know nothing about.

THIRD PERSON, ONE POV: The story is told by one person and is therefore limited as to what information you can include. If the POV character is not present at a scene, you can’t describe it, unless through dialogue with another character. The POV character can only experience things she/he can see, smell, taste, hear, feel, know. For example, if the POV character is embarrassed, you could write ‘She felt the heat rise in her face,’ but you couldn’t say ‘Her face turned bright red,’ because the narrator/writer inhabits the character and is working from inside.

FIRST PERSON POV: Very similar to Third Person, One POV but more intimate. Everything that is written must be done through the perception of the POV character. This is by far the most limiting of the POV types.

THIRD PERSON, MULTIPLE POVs: The story is told by multiple characters, but only one at a time. The POV character can be switched at the beginning of a new scene.

HEAD HOPPING: With Third Person, Multiple POVs, changing the POV character must only be done at the beginning of a new scene. Changing within a scene is called Head Hopping and can become very confusing to the reader.

2. Dialogue Tags: Who says what

Dialogue Tags are the one- or two-word statements after a piece of dialogue that tell the reader who is speaking. The most common is ‘said’. ‘Asked’ and sometimes ‘answered’ are also acceptable. Anything else can draw attention to itself and, in fact, is telling the reader how the dialogue is spoken rather than showing them (as discussed in #4 below).

It’s important to remember proper punctuation. The dialogue tag is part of the sentence of dialogue, so a comma is inserted between the end of the dialogue and the tag. For example: “Your panties are wet,” she said. Of course, you would use a question mark in place of the comma if the sentence of dialogue is a question.

Facial expression or actions should not be used in as a dialogue tag. One cannot smile a line of dialogue.

Incorrect: “Welcome home,” she smiled.

Correct: “Welcome home.” She smiled.

Avoid using adverbs in tags. This is another form of telling. Instead, let the dialogue do all the work, or use body language.

Incorrect: “What is wrong with you?” she asked angrily.

Correct: “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked.

Dialogue tags should be inserted as soon as possible if there is a long stretch of dialogue to be spoken. Don’t make the reader wait to find out who is talking.

Action tags can also identify who is speaking. Unlike dialogue tags, they can provide more information such as:

  • Breaking up long passages of dialogue.
  • Creating an image of setting or actions in the readers’ mind.
  • Giving information about the character’s emotions, especially if this contradicts her words. For example: “I’m fine.” Janet rubbed her hand over her swelling ankle.
  • Helping to pace the conversation by creating pauses in the dialogue.

Alternate between dialogue tags, action tags, and untagged dialogue. If it is evident to the reader who is speaking, then we don’t need tags. If more than two characters are talking, then the need for tags will increase. Be creative with your action tags, don’t bore the reader with repetitive actions.

3. Technical Vocabulary: The vagina monologue, or the pussy speaks

It goes without saying that using clinical words during a steamy sex scene would probably kill the mood. I have a reasonable vocabulary when it comes to synonyms for the various parts of the female (and male) anatomy. After all, I’ve spent many years in the company of soldiers.

I did some digging to see what words are most accepted when writing serious erotica — not just porn — and found a blog article by Bryn Donovan that I thought was a good start.

http://www.bryndonovan.com/2015/04/22/synonyms-for-parts-of-the-body/

This next blog article doesn’t talk about body parts so much, but actions, feelings and naughty words in general as it pertains to writing the sexier parts of our genre. This one was written by Quinn Anderson, a published author of heterosexual and homosexual erotica. I’ve used it several times when I found myself stuck for a word that would work in a scene.

 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9661958/1/The-Ultimate-Guide-to-Writing-Smut-Fic

 4. The Golden Rule

The golden rule of writing fiction is: “Show, don’t tell.” What does this mean?

With telling you are giving the reader your perception and outcome. On the other hand, showing gives the reader enough of the details for them to draw their own opinions and conclusions.

Showing involves the reader in the story and keeps them interested. Telling is best saved for the lecture hall. The best way to ‘show’ the reader is to use the senses. Show them things they can taste, smell, hear, and so on. Use strong verbs and concrete nouns that will create a picture in the reader’s mind. Be specific in your detail.

For example, ‘She slogged to the bedroom’ expresses more to us than ‘She walked to the bedroom.’

Don’t give the reader your opinion of a character: ‘Janice was talented.’ Show Janice in a scene that will let the reader come to that conclusion on their own.

So how do we know if we are ‘telling?’ Here a few indicators you can look for that might suggest telling: 

  • Using adjectives, especially in combination with linking verbs, e.g., she was, looked, felt, appeared, seemed. This is especially true for abstract adjectives, e.g., beautiful, interesting, etc.

TELLING: Carol seemed to be turned on.

SHOWING: Carol crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together, and licked her lips as she watched the young girl undress.

  • Using adverbs, especially in dialogue tags.

TELLING: “You are such a bitch,” she said angrily.

SHOWING: “You are such a bitch.” She slapped Amber’s face.

  • Using emotion words. Instead of naming emotions, use actions, visceral reactions, and body language to show us how the character is feeling.

TELLING: “I have never kissed a girl before,” April said, feeling embarrassed.

SHOWING: “I have never kissed a girl before.” April lowered her gaze to the floor as she felt the heat rise in her face.

  • Using dialogue tags other than ‘said’ to tell readers how a line of dialogue should be read. Instead, let the dialogue speak for itself.

TELLING: “Fuck me, Sally,” she exclaimed.

SHOWING: “Fuck me, Sally!”

  • Using ‘filters’. You’re telling readers what your character sees, hears, feels, etc., instead of letting readers experience it directly.

TELLING: Rita heard Amy suck in a breath when she touched her nipple.

SHOWING: Amy sucked in a breath as Rita touched her nipple.

There are times, however, when telling can be useful, such as in covering a period of time when nothing of importance happens. At the beginning of Chapter 8 of “A Girl Named Charlie,” for instance, a year has gone by since the end of the previous chapter. I use a couple of paragraphs to briefly inform the reader what went on during the interim.

 

Final Thoughts

There is so much more information out there when it comes to writing fiction, be it erotica or conventional, naughty or nice. I have touched on just a few things things that I feel are the bare minimum a would-be author needs to write an entertaining story well.

Maybe the most important tip is simply to read, read, and read some more.

You may also want to set a daily writing goal for yourself, even if it’s only twenty minutes a day. A fun website I found offers a large assortment of “generators” that can give you a random plot, setting, dialogue, and much more. It will provide you a starting point to scribble out whatever you want for your daily exercise.

 

 

REFERENCES: 

Stephen King’s Toolbox – https://memoirofthecraft.wikispaces.com/The+Writing+Toolbox

Adverbs – http://jenniferellis.ca/overusing-adverbs/

Telling and Showing and POV – http://jae-fiction.com/

 

OTHER ITEMS OF INTEREST:

Creative Writing 101 by Ali Hale

https://www.dailywritingtips.com/creative-writing-101/

All Write – Fiction Advice by AJ Humpage

http://allwritefictionadvice.blogspot.ca/

Fiction Writer’s Mentor by Tracy Culleton

http://www.fiction-writers-mentor.com/

 

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Unexpected Delights, Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 17, 2017 at 4:48 pm

By No One

Chloe sat on the couch, eyes intent on the TV screen, game controller held tightly in her hands. Next to her, her best friend Alex was equally concentrated on the game. After all, it was a very serious duel; video game pride was at stake. On the screen, their chosen characters were squaring off — punching, kicking, and performing all sorts of crazy moves.

Alex had already won the first round, but Chloe wasn’t going to let her get away with it; she had the upper hand this time. Her character jumped over a projectile and kicked her opponent in the head, then proceeded to execute a series of attacks that made the screen flash and shake. In the end, Alex’s character was thrown back and fell to the ground, beaten.

“Oh yeah, that’s right! Not gonna go down so easy!” Chloe exclaimed, elbowing her friend.

“Uh-huh, we’ll see,” Alex said, unimpressed.

It was then that Chloe noticed that Alex’s older sister, Nettie, had entered the room. The teenager’s ever-changing hairstyle was a rather tame shaggy brown  mass today, though she had been known to wear everything from a pink pixie cut to a green mohawk in the past. Her small tank top in fact featured a skeleton with a mohawk – Chloe thought it was the mascot of some punk band. Her tiny camo shorts were so short, they barely covered more than panties would. A pair of spiked bracelets completed her outfit. She looked cool and badass. She looked really hot.

Chloe swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “H-hi,” she timidly greeted the newcomer, but received only a grunt in reply.

“Final round!” the video game announced. “Fight!”

It was suddenly much more difficult for Chloe to concentrate on the game. She couldn’t help stealing glances at Nettie, who had let herself fall into an armchair next to them and was fiddling with her phone.

Chloe had been fantasizing about the older girl for a few months now, and having her so close and looking sexy as hell was very distracting. In the game, she kept getting hit by attacks she should have easily blocked or dodged, and Alex eventually made short work of her.

“Ah-ha! I thought it wasn’t gonna be easy?” her friend said smugly in triumph.

“Yeah, yeah,” Chloe said, offering no excuse. She couldn’t exactly admit that she had been at an unfair disadvantage.

“Rematch?” Alex offered.

“Nah, not really feeling it. Play against the computer for a bit.”

“Psh, sore loser.” Alex rolled her eyes, but she did switch game modes.

Chloe leaned back into the couch, trying to get a good look at Nettie without being too obvious about it. The teenager was lazily sprawled into the armchair with one bare foot on the cushion and the other on the floor, a position that some would consider indecent for a young lady. Nettie was hardly ever ladylike, mind you, but Chloe liked that about her. She noted that the older girl’s tiny shorts were frayed at the bottom, and wondered if she had actually shortened them herself. Nettie’s small top kept riding up every time she shifted, offering tantalizing glimpses of her belly.

Chloe’s eyes drank in every detail. She was certain this outfit would make it into her late-night fantasies, when she lay under the covers, a hand between her legs, and imagined Nettie seducing her, kissing her, doing all manners of naughty things to her young body. She shivered at the thought, but firmly pushed the idea away. Now was definitely not a good time to be thinking this kind of thing.

She sighed, knowing her fantasies would never come true anyway. Nettie had just turned seventeen, there was no way she would be interested in a little twelve-year-old like her. They barely interacted at all — in fact, Nettie usually ignored her completely when she was over to play with Alex.

“What?” The annoyed voice abruptly pulled Chloe out of her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up to meet Nettie’s frown, and she realized with horror that she had been caught staring at the teenager’s body.

“Oh! N-nothing! Sorry!” she mumbled, hastily dropping her gaze to the floor, as if the carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. She felt her cheeks burn, and fervently hoped that Nettie had not noticed.

After a moment, she dared a quick glance at the older girl and, to her further embarrassment, found Nettie still staring in her direction. Her disapproval seemed to have faded at least, and she instead looked… curious? Chloe wasn’t sure how to read her expression.

“Meh, beating the computer isn’t as fun as beating you,” Alex interrupted, oblivious to the situation, and apparently having triumphed over her computer opponent while Chloe was distracted. Bored of the video game, she turned it off, then asked, “Hey, you brought your swimsuit, right?”

Chloe was glad for the diversion. “Ya, got it right here,” she answered, patting the bag at her feet, while pointedly avoiding looking at the teenager again.

Alex and Nettie’s mother entered the room at that moment. She eyed her eldest daughter’s attire dubiously. “You’re not going out dressed like that, are you?” she asked warily.

Nettie raised an eyebrow. “Is that a dare?”

Her mother let out a resigned sigh and dropped the subject with a shake of her head. Instead she said, “All right, girls, I’m going out shopping for the afternoon. Alex, dear, your father will come pick you up at 4. Or that’s what he said anyway, but who knows with that man? Could be 3, could be 6.” She rolled her eyes, obviously not fond of her ex-husband’s sense of punctuality.

“‘Kay, mom. Can we go swimming?” Alex asked.

“Oh, honey, you know I don’t like you using the pool when I’m not home,” her mom replied, hesitating.

“Mom, come on, we’re old enough to swim by ourselves,” Alex pleaded. “And I’m a good swimmer, I never drowned even once,” she added with an innocent smile.

“It’s fine, I’ll watch them,” Nettie interrupted, surprising everyone.

“You will?” Her mother seemed thrown off by the offer. “Seriously though, you have to pay attention.”

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Mom, I’m not gonna let my sister drown.”

“Well… All right then,” her mom relented. It seemed that was settled.

While Alex was saying goodbye to her mother, who she wouldn’t see for a couple days while she was at her dad’s, Chloe decided to go change. Nettie passed her by in the corridor, smirked at her, then went into her own bedroom, opposite the bathroom.

What did that mean? Chloe wondered. She sighed, thinking that after the embarrassment earlier, the older girl probably was laughing at her, and thought she was silly, or creepy, or stupid, or all the above.

She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Examining herself in the mirror, she sighed again; there was no way Nettie would ever be interested in her. Her face was plain, she thought, and her glasses made her look nerdy. Well, she was a bit nerdy, she supposed, but still, she wished she didn’t have to look the part. She did rather like her straight brown hair, but it probably looked boring to a certain someone used to crazy punk hairstyles.

She got undressed, then fished her blue bikini out of her bag. She was happy that she had finally been allowed to get a bikini, though a modest one. Her mom was rather old-fashioned and had previously always insisted on one-piece swimsuits. It was a silly thing, taking such pride in wearing a two-piece, but it did make her feel more grown-up somehow.

She put on the bottoms, then looked at her back in the mirror to fasten the top. Turning around, she admired the result. She had to admit she liked what she saw. Her boobs had been growing rapidly lately — a fact she was very proud of — and she thought they filled out her top nicely. To an extent at least. It’s not like anyone would think she was all grown up, but still, she wasn’t a little girl any more. That made her smile.

Her smile faded a little when her eyes went down to her waist. She wasn’t chubby, exactly, but she could definitely be thinner. Alex and Nettie were skinnier for sure. Maybe I should go on a diet, she pondered sadly. She sighed, pushing the idea out of her mind for now, but resolved to give it some thought later.

Exiting the bathroom, she noticed that the door to Nettie’s room was ajar. On impulse, she glanced in as she passed by, then froze mid-step. In the room, the teenager, her back to the door, was taking off her tank top. She threw it carelessly on the bed, then began undoing her shorts.

Chloe’s eyes went wide, and her heart was racing. She knew that she really shouldn’t be standing there peeking. It was creepy behavior, and Nettie would be pissed if she caught her at it. Still, she couldn’t make herself look away.

She watched on as Nettie hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, wiggling her hips to help herself out of the tight garment. The clothes pooled at her feet and she kicked them away, now completely naked. Chloe felt an instant of panic as Nettie began to turn around, but thankfully the older girl stopped before coming face to face with her. Instead, she paused and stretched lazily, giving Chloe a full side-view of her nude body.

She was perfect. Her long fine legs, her shapely butt, her flat stomach, her small but perky boobs — Chloe wouldn’t change one thing about her. She watched on as the teenager went to her dresser and bent over to riffle through the clothes in the bottom drawer, giving her an amazing view of her ass and even a tiny glimpse of her sex.

Chloe swallowed hard. She was beginning to feel quite warm between her own thighs, and she was glad that getting into the pool would soon hide any unseemly wet spot. She imagined herself going into the room, feigning shock at finding Nettie nude in front of her. In her mind, the teenager wasn’t angry, instead she smiled, sat on the bed, and patted the spot next to her, inviting Chloe to come closer. It was far from the first time that she had fantasized about such a scene, but usually the real Nettie wasn’t right in front of her.

“Chloe, you ready?” she suddenly heard Alex call out from the living room. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and quickly sprang away from the door to avoid Nettie noticing her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here,” she answered as she joined up with her friend, trying her best to sound nonchalant. Inwardly, she was cursing the interruption.

“Hey, new bikini. Nice. Looks cute,” Alex remarked.

Chloe smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. Finally got my mom to get me this instead of a one-piece.”

Alex chuckled; she knew how Chloe’s mom could be. She was wearing a bikini as well — in fact, one argument that Chloe had used to convince her mom was that Alex had been allowed bikinis for years.

Chloe thought the light green fabric went well with her friend’s blond hair. She noticed with a bit of guilty pride that, unlike her own, Alex’s bikini top didn’t have much to hide, the girl still being rather flat-chested. She was certainly a pretty girl, and Chloe had to admit she looked good in her bikini, even though she didn’t usually think of Alex that way, since they had been best friends since kindergarten. There was also the fact that ever since she had discovered her sexual feelings towards girls, Chloe’s major crush had been Alex’s older sister.

Making their way outside, they sat on the edge of the in-ground pool, dipping their feet in the water. It was a hot midsummer day, and the water felt really nice. Obediently waiting for Nettie before getting all the way into the pool, they turned their heads towards the door when they heard the older girl come out.

Chloe couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping at the sight. The teenager was wearing a thin, black, strapless bikini top with narrow horizontal stripes cut off in the middle to show off her cleavage. Similarly, the bottom had an opaque section covering her private parts, supported by thin strands of fabric with holes in between. A pair of sunglasses completed her extremely sexy ensemble.

Even though Chloe had seen the girl entirely naked a few minutes ago, the display still got her blood pumping. There was something to be said for the sexiness of clothes that concealed as well as revealed, she decided.

Alex seemed quite surprised herself, her eyebrows trying their best to reach her hairline. “Uh, does Mom know you have a bikini like that?” she asked dubiously.

“No, and you won’t tell her,” Nettie replied bluntly.

“Hmm,” Alex remained noncommittal. “Dunno why you’d wear that anyway. Aren’t you gonna get set on fire out in the sun?” she said cheekily.

Nettie gave her sister a look over her sunglasses. “Do you want to use the pool or not?”

“Yes! Okay, okay, sun’s good,” Alex relented. “Vitamin C and all that.”

“Vitamin D,” Chloe corrected automatically, though her attention was still wholly focused on Nettie. She tried not to stare at the older girl, but it proved a difficult task, and the sunglasses made it hard to tell if she noticed Chloe looking at all.

Alex jumped into the pool, splashing everywhere. Chloe followed, a bit more cautiously.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your glasses?” Alex asked.

“Oh, um, no, it’s okay. I don’t think I’ll put my head under water,” Chloe said. She received a weird look in return. Of course, the main reason she wanted to keep her glasses on was so she could keep admiring Nettie’s body, but she didn’t really want to tell her friend that.

The younger girls started playing in the pool while the teenager lolled on a sun lounger, watching them — or so Chloe assumed, but Nettie could have simply fallen asleep, for all she knew. She had a nagging feeling, though, that the older girl was observing her from behind her sunglasses, maybe silently judging her.

It made her nervous, since she couldn’t keep from stealing glances at the teenager. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to ogle her crush’s near-nude body at her leisure. After a while, she did manage to relax and start enjoying herself, Nettie becoming more a pleasant distraction than a source of erotic tension.

About half an hour later, the girls were play-wrestling on a pool raft, trying to push each other into the water.

A male voice suddenly interrupted their duel. “Hey there, girls.” They turned to find Alex’s dad, who had just entered the backyard through the door in the fence.

“Oh, hi, Dad,” Alex greeted him. “You’re early.”

“Am I?” he wondered, then pulled out his cell phone to look at the time. “I guess I am! Ah, well, more time to spend with my little princess!”

Chloe wasn’t quite sure what time it was, but estimated that he was at least two hours early. She rolled her eyes, a bit annoyed at having their play time cut short.

The man turned to Nettie, raised an eyebrow at her indecent attire, but didn’t comment on it. Instead he said, “What about you, Antoinette, want to join us for a movie?”

Chloe cringed. Nettie hated being called by her full name. Her dad really should know better. The man had some sort of distant French ancestry, and had insisted on giving his daughters fancy, old-fashioned French names, even though he probably didn’t speak a word of the language himself. Alexandrine didn’t mind hers quite as much as her sister did, but she also preferred the shorter “Alex.”

Nettie slowly turned her head towards her father, lowered her sunglasses, and simply glared at him as a response.

“Nettie,” he amended with a sad smile.

She stared for a few seconds more, then pushed her shades back up. “No, I’m good here,” she finally said.

He looked a little disappointed, but seemed to take it in stride. He was probably used to the cold shoulder by now; the moody teenager didn’t get along that well with either parent, from what Chloe understood.

“Well, all right, just you and me then, kiddo. You ready?” he asked, turning back to his younger daughter.

“Yeah, I guess, um…” Alex said, hesitating. She gave Chloe an apologetic shrug. It seemed their fun in the pool had come to an abrupt end.

“You can stay a bit if you want, Chloe,” Nettie interrupted unexpectedly.

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. “O-oh, um,” she said, struggling for words through her surprise. Staying alone with Nettie — her heart was already beating faster at the thought. “O-okay, I guess I could,” she finally managed.

Alex eyed her sister suspiciously. “She’s acting weird,” she whispered.

“Kinda,” Chloe agreed. “Just being nice, I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird.”

Chloe chuckled and shrugged helplessly. She didn’t mind at all if Nettie wanted to be nice to her, weird or not. The two girls hugged and said their goodbyes, then Alex went inside to change before leaving with her dad.

Chloe decided to laze about on the inflatable raft for a bit, slowly rotating in the water. As she watched Nettie spin out of sight, she thought about trying to strike up a conversation with the older girl. She had no idea what she could possibly say that would be of interest to her, though. She sighed, knowing she would probably never dare to speak up anyway.

As the raft turned back towards where Nettie had been lounging, she found the teenager standing on the edge of the pool instead, looking at her. Chloe sat up straight, startled, nearly falling into the pool in the process.

“I’ll be right back, don’t drown while I’m gone,” Nettie said, flashing her a smile before turning towards the house.

Chloe was surprised that the smile had seemed genuine, rather than mocking. She thought the older girl had a beautiful smile, that she should use it more often. Then again, she wouldn’t be Nettie if she smiled all the time. Chloe watched her walk away, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Does she always walk like that? she wondered.

A minute later, the teenager reappeared with some sort of bottle in hand. “Help me with this sunscreen, will you?” she said. “Wouldn’t want to ‘get set on fire.’”

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “H-help you?” she repeated, unsure if Nettie really meant what it sounded like.

“Yeah, it’s hard to put on my own back, right?” Nettie explained, demonstrating the difficulty by exaggeratedly trying to reach over her head.

Chloe giggled nervously. “Yeah, um, okay,” she said. Her heart rate kicked up another notch. Getting to touch Nettie’s bare skin, even just her back, sounded like heaven.

Dipping her feet in the water, she paddled the raft over to the pool ladder and climbed out. She had dried off in the sun and didn’t really want to get all wet again. At least not this way, she thought mischievously.

She joined up with Nettie, who was now lying face-down on the sun lounger. The older girl handed her the sunscreen bottle, and Chloe squeezed some into her palm. She admired the sight in front of her while rubbing her hands together.

The punk girl’s pale skin looked very inviting, and her bikini bottom, while not quite a thong, still showed off quite a bit of her butt. Chloe felt heat rise up in her that had nothing to do with the sun.

She took a deep breath, then gingerly started applying the sunscreen to Nettie’s upper back. Her skin was soft and smooth, just like she had always imagined in her fantasies.

“Hold on, it’ll be easier this way,” the teenager said, as she reached back and undid the clasp of her top, offering the whole of her bare back to Chloe’s eager hands.

Chloe’s eyes grew wide. It seemed like a silly thing — just a little more skin showing, no big deal, right? Somehow though, it felt like it made a big difference to the situation. Technically, Nettie wasn’t wearing her top anymore, she was just lying on it. If she turned just a little, Chloe would see her boobs.

She was getting butterflies in her tummy as she tentatively began to rub the sunscreen all over the teenager’s back, and fervently wished she could also rub it on her topless chest. If she peeked at Nettie’s side, she thought she could see a hint of the older girl’s breasts. She felt like a bit of a creep, thinking these thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. She desperately wanted to touch every inch of Nettie’s beautiful body.

Chloe tried to keep her thoughts focused on the other girl’s back, rubbing up, then down, and back up again. She wasn’t sure how long she was expected to do this — when she put sunscreen on her own body, she made it quick, but at this moment, she didn’t want the contact to end. She put more pressure into her movements, making sure the lotion was nicely applied — that was her excuse, at least.

“This is turning into a massage,” Nettie commented.

“Oh, err…” Chloe hesitated and stopped moving. Nettie didn’t sound unhappy, exactly, but she probably thought Chloe was being weird.

“It’s nice, keep going,” the teenager encouraged her.

Chloe let out a reassured sigh and resumed her movements. Emboldened by the girl’s implicit invitation, her manipulations turned into a full-on back rub. The teenager seemed to be enjoying it, too, judging by the little noises of contentment she was making.

The thought that she was making Nettie feel good filled Chloe with elation and excitement. Of course, this was just an innocent gesture — her private fantasies went much further — but still, this was the most sensual thing she had ever done in her young life. Chloe would take what she could get, especially from the girl of her dreams.

“Wanna do my legs too?” Nettie asked after a while.

Chloe swallowed. “S-sure,” she replied, trying not to sound too excited.

She moved closer to Nettie’s legs, squeezing some more sunscreen into her hands. Surely the teenager could have taken care of her legs herself, but Chloe certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to touch more of her lovely body.

She started rubbing Nettie’s legs at the ankles, slowly made her way up to her thighs, then back down again. All the while, her gaze kept being drawn to the older girl’s very noticeable butt, which her bikini did very little to conceal. It was very distracting. She ached to touch it, but didn’t dare go very far along Nettie’s upper thighs.

Her hands made their way back down to the teenager’s ankles, then climbed back up again for another pass. She was really enjoying the feel of Nettie’s smooth legs. As she reached the middle of her thighs, she wondered if she should try going further.

“A little higher,” Nettie suggested suddenly, as if reading her thoughts.

Encouraged, Chloe continued on until she reached the top of the other girl’s thighs, tantalizingly close to her inviting butt. “Like this?” she asked timidly.

“Just a bit more,” Nettie replied nonchalantly.

Chloe paused. There really was no space left to go higher without leaving her legs entirely. Surely Nettie wasn’t requesting a butt rub? She had asked, though.

Chloe hesitated a moment, then, heart in her throat, she tentatively inched higher, prepared to take her hands off at any moment if Nettie protested. There were no objections though, so she continued and soon found herself cupping the girl’s cheeks with both hands. They felt nicely firm.

Heart hammering, she froze, entirely unsure about how to proceed next, now that she had been allowed to do what she had thought would never happen. She saw Nettie shift and turn her head to look back at her, and immediately yanked her hands away, thinking she was in trouble.

The teenager merely smirked at her though, her eyes flashing over the sunglasses, leaving Chloe rather confused. Is she doing this just to embarrass me? she wondered, a little annoyed. Still, she couldn’t help thinking that Nettie’s smug smile was very sexy somehow.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good at that,” Nettie commented, before she suddenly turned over, shamelessly leaving her bikini top behind.

Chloe’s eyes opened wide as saucers as Nettie’s small, perky breasts were suddenly revealed to her. She had gotten a peek earlier, but having the nearly-naked teen up close and in front of her was quite a different experience. She didn’t know where to look. Though Chloe desperately wanted to drink in this lovely, sexy vision, modesty and embarrassment forced her to look at the ground. Her rebellious eyes then drifted back up on their own after a second for another yearning glance.

Nettie chuckled as she sat up. “So shy… it’s cute,” she said, before reaching out and lightly caressing Chloe’s cheek with a finger.

Chloe could only gape at the older girl, her mind a cloud of confusion. Was Nettie actually flirting with her? Was she just messing around? Mocking? She had no idea what was going on.

“You didn’t look so embarrassed while you were spying on me earlier, when I was changing,” the teenager added, that sexy smirk still on her lips.

Chloe gasped. “You saw me?”

“Sure. Got a big mirror in there, you know. I heard you coming out of the bathroom and saw you peeking in before I started getting naked,” Nettie explained.

Chloe winced, cursing herself for not noticing the mirror. Obviously, her attention had been elsewhere.

Then the rest of Nettie’s sentence sank in. “Wait, before…? You… did that on purpose?” she asked, still confused.

The teen girl chuckled. “Of course. I thought I caught you checking me out in the living room before. Wanted to make sure I was right about you,” she explained, grinning.

“Oh,” Chloe said simply, bewildered by the situation.

Nettie scooted closer, then reached out again, this time tracing the outline of Chloe’s ear with a finger before moving down to caress her cheek, then her neck and shoulder. “Did you enjoy the view?” she asked softly. Nettie’s other hand came up to cup one of her own bare breasts, emphasizing the kind of view she meant — as if Chloe needed a reminder.

Chloe swallowed hard. This had become very intense, very quickly. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. The proximity of the nearly naked teenager made it hard to breathe. Not trusting herself to speak, she merely nodded.

Nettie smiled, took off her sunglasses, and gave Chloe a flirtatious look. She leaned in close, their cheeks nearly touching. “Did it make you wet?” she whispered, lips brushing Chloe’s ear.

Chloe felt her face grow hot at the provocative question. It seemed too embarrassing to answer. At the same time, she didn’t feel like she could deny Nettie anything at that moment. Timidly, she nodded again.

“Mm, good,” the teenager said huskily. Flashing a wicked smile, she reached up to take hold of Chloe’s chin and, angling it down slightly towards her, brought their lips together.

Chloe froze, eyes wide. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Nettie was actually kissing her. Her first kiss, and it was with the person she had fantasized about for so long, who had seemed completely unapproachable. Even though she could feel the other girl’s soft, warm lips on hers, the situation still seemed entirely unreal.

It took her a few seconds to realize she should probably be reacting to the kiss. Tentatively, she closed her eyes, and tried to move her lips in response to Nettie’s. It took a moment to get used to the new experience but, guided wordlessly by her well-practiced partner, she ended up lost in the kiss. It was a delicious, sensual feeling that sent tingles through every inch of her body.

When their lips finally parted, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself meeting Nettie’s blue-grey gaze. As the reality of the situation sank in, a hundred questions jumbled up in her mind. It was a struggle to articulate any of them coherently. “W-why?” she ended up clumsily blurting out.

Nettie let out a surprised laugh. “‘Why?’ I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Chloe felt silly for putting the question so vaguely. “Well, um, yes,” she admitted. She had definitely wanted that, though she still couldn’t believe it had really happened. She felt like pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but didn’t want to look childish in front of Nettie. ”But, I mean, you… like me?” she finally asked.

The teenager laughed again. Clearly, Chloe was very amusing to her, though she hadn’t meant to be.

“Well, I’m not asking you to marry me, if that’s what you mean,” Nettie said, making Chloe giggle. “Just… I’m horny, and you’re cute and interested,” she explained simply, shrugging.

Chloe pondered this for a moment. It wasn’t a very romantic declaration, but of course she wouldn’t expect that kind of thing from Nettie. Was she even looking for romance herself? She wasn’t quite sure what she really wanted from the older girl. Her fantasies were certainly more erotic than affectionate, and besides, it felt strange to imagine Nettie as her actual girlfriend.

Still, it made her nervous to take the big step, to let herself go and actually “do it,” with another girl. The sight of the teenager’s body — her beautiful face, her perky breasts and stiff nipples, her flat belly — were doing a lot to relieve her uncertainty, though.

“You… really think I’m cute?” she asked hesitantly, feeling a little self-conscious standing in front of the gorgeous teen.

“Yeah,” Nettie replied, sounding a little surprised herself. “Looks like you’ve been growing into a little hottie right under my nose. Can’t believe I didn’t notice before.”

Nettie made a show of admiring Chloe’s body, making her blush. A thought seemed to cross her mind then, and she took on a pensive expression.

“So, do you and Alex…?” she asked after a moment, trailing off but raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Chloe frowned in confusion for an instant before she realized what Nettie was getting at. “Oh! No. We’re not, um… We don’t… fool around, or anything.”

Nettie nodded, as if that’s what she had expected. “Right. I would be pretty shocked if the little sis was into anything dirty,” she said, laughing. “So, was that your first kiss then?”

Chloe nodded shyly in response.

“Thought so. Hope you liked it. You do need some practice, though,” Nettie said, but with a wink to take the sting out of the comment. “But don’t worry, we’ll give you that,” she quickly added. Their eyes met, and the teenager’s sexy smirk reappeared on her lips.

She reached out to touch Chloe’s thigh, then started moving her hand up higher, fingers gliding over her skin. Reaching the young girl’s butt, she gave it a playful squeeze, receiving a startled giggle in response.

Nettie’s touch felt electric, sending currents of excitement flowing through Chloe’s body. She had never experienced anything quite like it; having someone caress your skin this way felt very different from touching yourself. She nervously wondered what it would be like if they went further.

Nettie’s hand continued its journey upwards, moving diagonally across Chloe’s hip and onto her belly, where it traced slow circles with a finger. It felt nice, but it also brought to mind the young girl’s insecurities about her appearance.

“I’m thinking of going on a diet,” she blurted out without thinking.

Nettie blinked at her in surprise, then frowned. “What? Why?”

Chloe shrugged uncomfortably. “Well, I just… I’m not very skinny, I guess…” she mumbled.

“What?” the teenager repeated, apparently very confused. “You look just fine, didn’t I just say? You don’t need a diet, that’s bullshit. You’re not fat at all.”

“Oh. Well, I just mean, like, you’re a lot skinnier,” Chloe hesitantly argued.

Nettie dismissed the comparison with a shrug. “Just a fast metabolism, or whatever they call it. I don’t try to be this thin, it just happens. Don’t buy into that shit they push on TV where everyone is super skinny. Nothing wrong with some curves. You look great, trust me.”

It sounded like advice Chloe’s mom might have given her — with a lot less swearing — but coming from Nettie, it did a lot more to reassure her. “Oh, well… okay,” she relented with a shy smile.

“And you do have nice curves,” Nettie said with an appreciative grin, leering pointedly at Chloe’s bikini top. “At your age I was flat as a board. Well, that hasn’t changed that much, I guess,” she added, looking down at her own small breasts.

“Oh no, I love your… um… boobs,” Chloe said, pausing mid-sentence to blush a little as she realized what she was saying.

Nettie gave her a flirty grin. “Like these, huh?” she asked, teasingly cupping the boobs in question.

Chloe nodded shyly.

“Well, you don’t have to just look,” the teenager continued.

Chloe swallowed. Did Nettie really just invite her to touch her breasts? She took a step closer to the teen girl, who was still sitting on the sun lounger. Lifting a hand, she hesitated. Was it really okay to do this?

“Still a shy little thing, huh? We’ll have to fix that,” Nettie teased. She took hold of Chloe’s hand and, looking into her eyes, pressed it against one of her breasts. She hissed in pleasure at the contact.

Eyes wide, Chloe gave Nettie’s breast a tentative squeeze. It was nice and firm, and she could feel the stiff nipple poking at her palm. She tried rolling it between two fingers, as she liked to do when playing with herself, and was rewarded with a little moan from the teenager.

She was quite pleased with herself for being able to give Nettie pleasure like this. Her own arousal kept climbing higher and higher, and as it did, her nervousness diminished. Already feeling a bit more confident, she brought up her free hand to play with Nettie’s other breast.

“Mm yeah, there you go,” the teenager purred. She leaned forward, pressing herself into Chloe’s hands, and lifted up her head. Eyes half-closed and lips parted, she paused an inch or two from Chloe’s mouth.

Chloe realized Nettie wanted her to initiate the kiss — a kiss she found she was hungry for as well. Barely hesitating, she pressed her lips to the other girl’s, and was soon lost again in that delicious shared intimacy. Her hands on Nettie’s chest continued their caresses and she soon had the girl moaning into her mouth.

A moment later, Chloe was surprised to feel Nettie’s tongue slipping between her lips, but  allowed her in readily. The teenager’s tongue playfully teased hers and lured her into a sort of sensual dance. Chloe thought this was called French kissing, but she’d had no idea until now how sexy and enjoyable it felt.

When their long kiss broke some time later, their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

“Mm, already much better. You’re a quick learner, I think. That’s good,” Nettie remarked.

Chloe giggled. “Maybe you’re a good teacher.”

“Damn straight I am,” Nettie agreed, before she leaned back a little to look at Chloe. “Now then, do I get to see your tits too?” she asked with a wicked smile.

Chloe’s eyes darted around the backyard nervously, suddenly very aware of how exposed they were. “Um, here?” she asked uncertainly.

“Nobody can see,” Nettie encouraged her, indicating the wooden fence that stretched all around the yard with one hand, touching her own bare breasts with the other. Clearly, she had no problem being topless out in the open.

Chloe was far less comfortable. There was a fence, sure, but it was possible that the neighbors could still spy on them through their second-story windows. She was now quite willing to let Nettie lead her into naughtiness, but maybe not in public. “Um, I dunno…” she hesitated.

Nettie gave her an indulgent smile as she got to her feet. “Okay, wanna go inside then?” she offered, to which Chloe nodded vigorously. Chuckling, the teenager started walking towards the house. “Might be best anyway, now I can make you scream even louder,” she added, with a sly backwards glance.

Heart still hammering, Chloe followed, wondering what Nettie had in store for her. That last comment sounded promising, but also rather intimidating. Nevertheless, she was way too turned on to stop. This was what she had yearned for all along, wasn’t it?

Chloe still had a hard time believing it was actually happening — that she was most likely about to have sex for the first time, and with the hot older girl of her fantasies— so this time, she did pinch herself. She wasn’t dreaming.

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Nothing To Be Ashamed Of

  • Posted on June 17, 2017 at 12:29 pm

By Anne

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

“Hon, your father and I are leaving now. We left some money on the counter if you girls want to order a pizza or something later. Your sister and Jamie are in her room studying. Be good.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom, have fun.”

“Don’t stay up too late, we’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

After my parents left, I went upstairs to my room. On the way, I could hear my sister and her friend Jamie giggling in her room. Sometime later, I heard the front door open, and I knew that Jamie had left.

“Whatcha watchin’?” My sister asked as she burst through my door.

“Nothing, really. Did you guys get any studying done in there?”

“Not really. Jamie was on about her new boyfriend.”

I didn’t say anything and just stared at the television.

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Me either.” She flopped down next to me on my bed. “I’m bored.”

Again, I ignored her.

“Are you a virgin?”

“What?”

“Have you ever had sex before?”

“I know what a virgin is. Why are you asking me that?”

“Well, Jamie was telling me that she had sex with her boyfriend, and I didn’t want to seem as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“So, you told her you’re not a virgin.”

“Well, not exactly, but I didn’t tell her I was either. I mean, I’m almost 19, and I didn’t want to seem lame or something.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

“So, you’re still a virgin too.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, you’re not?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST FORGET IT! I’M SORRY I EVEN TRIED TO TALK TO YOU! NEVER MIND!”

She got up and stormed out of my room. I heard her slam the door to her bedroom, and turn the radio on loudly. I felt bad for dismissing her the way I had. I guess I just wasn’t used to talking to my sister about anything serious. I figured I should go and make things better.

I walked into her room and turned off the radio. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, and hugging her pillow.  “What do you want?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

“Well, you succeeded.”

“I know. Listen, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. You shouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“I don’t. Well, at least I didn’t until Jamie told me about her boyfriend, and I just wonder, I mean I want to know what it feels like.” I sat next to her on the bed, and she continued. “I’m probably the only eighteen-year-old virgin on the planet.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” I paused for a second, contemplating what I should say. “It hurts like hell.” Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.

“You’ve done it before?”

“Just once. And it hurt real bad. It wasn’t anything like I expected.”

“Who was it with?”

“Do you remember that guy John I went out with in high school?”

“The guy with the long hair that you met at Ashley’s party?”

“Yeah.”

“Him?”

I nodded.

“Oh my god! He was foul! I can’t even believe that you even went out with that loser.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? He was just different, I guess. Besides, he was kind of cute.”

“Well, if you say so.”

“Alright, maybe not.” We both laughed.

“I can’t believe that you did it with him.”

“Believe me, I’d much rather have forgotten all about it. I wish it never even happened.”

“So, what did it feel like?”

“I told you, it hurt.”

“That’s it? It hurt? Jamie said it’s like the best feeling in the world.”

“Well, I mean some of it was nice, but mostly it was just, I don’t know, but it definitely wasn’t what I expected.”

“What did you like about it?”

“Well… I can’t believe we are talking about this. I don’t know. I liked when he kissed me. He kissed my breasts and…”

“And what?”

“Well, he… you know…”

“He went down on you?”

“Yeah.”

“What did it feel like?”

“It felt good, I guess.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

“No. He wasn’t really… I don’t know, it was kind of fast, and not really doing it right, I guess. Then he just wanted to stick it in me, and it just hurt from there on out.”

“So, you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Of course I have, just not from him.”

“So, with who?”

“With… well… no one… you know.”

“No. How?”

“Wait a minute. Are you telling me you’ve never… had an orgasm?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Haven’t you ever, you know, played with yourself?”

“Oh my god, you do that?”

“Oh my god, you don’t?”

“No. I mean I… Once It felt… well, I felt… I don’t know, and I touched it, but, I don’t know, I just felt stupid.”

“Oh sweetie. My god, you must be going crazy. There’s nothing to feel stupid about. Everybody does it.”

“Really?”

“Really. I can’t believe you’ve never done it. Don’t you ever think about sex?”

“Yes, all the time.”

“And doesn’t it get you horny?”

“I guess so. I mean, yeah.”

“Let me show you something.”

I walked over to her computer and turned it on. I got online and punched up a web site all about female masturbation. We scrolled through all the different sections. We got to a part of the site where different people would write in and describe their favorite methods. As we read through, I would comment on each one, telling her which ones I liked, and which ones to try.

After a while, I started to feel really comfortable with her. I know it sounds strange, her being my sister and all, but we never talked about this stuff before, obviously. I also noticed that the topic of conversation, and the stories of all these different women pleasuring themselves was getting me in the mood for a little “self love” of my own.

“I can’t believe you’ve done all these things!” She must have said that like ten times. “How about this one?”

“Yeah. I told you, I’ve read this before, and tried most of these things.”

She just laughed, and continued to scroll through the stories. I could tell she was intrigued by what she was reading, and judging by the way she was fidgeting in her seat, I think she was getting a little horny as well.

“Well, I think my work here is done.” I stood up to leave. “Have fun. Let me know if you get hungry; mom left money for pizza.”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I thought I would go back to my room, so you could do your homework!” I laughed.

“Oh my god! I’m not gonna do this!”

“Why not? I think you probably should. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do. You’d better get to it or you might explode soon.”

“Very funny. I’m not doing this while you’re here.”

“Well, that’s why I’m leaving…”

“No, I mean… It’ll be weird. I mean, you’ll be in the next room, and you would know what I was doing, and I… That would be weird.”

“Would you rather I go downstairs then?”

“NO! It won’t make a difference if you walk to Alaska, you’d still know what I was doing.”

“Okay, well, suit yourself. I’ll be in my room, playing with myself!”

“SHUT UP! No, you won’t!”

“Why not? This whole conversation put me in the mood. And besides, I’ve just told you everything I do. I don’t think there’s anything to be ashamed of anymore.”

“So, you’re just gonna go in your room and masturbate, knowing I’m right here?”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. See, now you won’t know for sure, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of!” I laughed again and turned to walk out the door.

“Wait!” My sister got up, ran towards me and hugged me. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Let me know how it goes.”

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. Just as I was about to walk out the door she stopped me again. “Anne?”

I turned to face her.

“What do you think about when you do it?”

“I don’t know. Sex stuff, I guess.”

“Do you ever think about girls?”

“Sometimes, I guess. Why?”

“You do? Are you…?”

“No! I like guys! But I think about women sometimes too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Sometimes I’m a little curious to know what it would be like, I guess.”

She didn’t say anything, and I could tell she was thinking really hard.

“Whatever you think about when you do it is okay. It doesn’t make you weird or anything, and the best part is that it’s just for you to know. That’s why it’s a fantasy.”

“What about me?”

“What do you mean? What about you?”

“I mean… never mind. Forget it.”

“What? Tell me. What about you?”

“Do you ever think about… me?”

I didn’t know what to say. I surely didn’t see that one coming! And the truth was that I actually had thought about her before.

It was the first time I think I ever really admitted it to myself. Ever since last year, we were swimming together at some friends of our parents’ house. She looked pretty sexy in her bathing suit, and I even caught a few glimpses of her tits when her suit slipped down after diving in the pool. Ever since then, images of my sister would sneak their way into my thoughts when I was masturbating, and usually brought me over the edge, harder than ever. I just thought maybe it turned me on because it was something so wrong, and… I don’t know, “taboo.”

I had to face the fact that I did indeed think of her that way sometimes, and I hated myself for it. And to make matters worse, I realized that it was probably not just the topic of conversation that had me turned on so much that afternoon, but the fact that it was my sister who added to my sexual excitement.

I was lost in my thoughts.

“Never mind. That was a stupid question.”

Not really, I thought to myself. God, if she only knew! There was no way I could tell her. She’d probably think I was a freak… But… then why did she ask?

“Why?… I mean, why did you ask me that?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. It was stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t! It’s just that… well, when you said you were gonna go do it, I thought about you… I mean, I thought about you doing it… and… it… well, it kind of… I don’t know… I’m sorry. Please, don’t think I’m weird, I couldn’t help it.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all. I guess it’s pretty normal. I mean, we just spent like two hours talking about stuff with each other, I’m sure the idea of it turned you on a little bit. It’s okay, you’re not weird.”

“So, thinking about my own sister while I play with myself wouldn’t be weird?”

“Okay, maybe it is, but then I guess we are both freaks.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you wouldn’t be alone in having those thoughts.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth that I felt my stomach jump. I thought my knees would give out and tumble me to the floor. I grabbed on to the door frame for support, and we both stood in silence for a good minute. “Well, I guess I’ll be in my room if you want me.” We both laughed out loud, and that eased the tension greatly. “Well, you know what I mean.” I turned to leave, but then stopped. “Unless…” I turned around to face my sister who was now sitting on the bed.

“What?”

I walked toward my sister and sat next to her on the bed. I slowly reached my hands up to my breasts, and started to pinch and squeeze my already stiff nipples through my T-shirt. I stared directly at her and watched as her eyes darted hurriedly across my chest. I quickly slid my shirt over my head, and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts bounce freely in front of her. After throwing the clothes on the floor, I resumed teasing my bare breasts.

Her mouth hung slightly open, her eyes finally settled on mine. She followed my lead, and her hands began clumsily stroking her breasts through her shirt.

I slid one hand down and began rubbing myself between my legs through my jeans. I was pressing hard through the thick denim, but was not getting the full effect. I stood up and quickly slid my jeans to the floor. I got back on the bed and knelt just a foot from my sister, naked except for my panties. I thrust my hips forward, arched my back slightly, and let my hands resume their previous positions on my body. I gasped slightly when my hand met my cotton-covered pussy.

My sister’s eyes were still rushing over my body, trying to see everything at once, as her hands, now more rapidly, fondled her breasts almost as if on their own. I could see a small dark spot growing on the cotton shorts between her legs.

I slowly brought my other hand down from my breasts and rolled my panties down, exposing the bare skin just above my pussy. I slid both hands down the front of my underwear, moaning at the familiar feeling of my own touch. I gently stroked my throbbing clit with one hand, as the other sought out my opening and gently slipped a finger inside me. My hips began to move back and forth in rhythm, my eyes never leaving my sister’s.

My mind was spinning with lust as I masturbated for my little sister, who was frozen in her place in front of me. She was obviously enjoying the show. My breasts pressed together between my arms, as my hands busily worked on my aching pussy.

“Take your clothes off and join me. I’ll show you what to do.”

She jumped when I spoke, and her stare moved away from me as if she was caught looking at something she shouldn’t have been.

“It’s okay, hurry.”

She moved slowly as if she were in a trance, and removed her shirt and bra. Her tits were magnificent. Soft and firm, with beautiful light pink nipples pointing straight out. They were at least a full c-cup, and shaped perfectly. She stretched her legs out in front of her, and slid off her shorts. Her feet briefly touched my legs, and we both jumped as if we had crossed over to something we shouldn’t have. She pulled her legs back quickly, and tucked her knees tightly into her chest.

“It’s okay, let me see.”

She slowly slid her legs back out, and let one clumsily slip off the bed. My heart raced as my eyes fell on her neatly shaved pussy. I almost came right there. I quickly pulled my hands out from between my legs and leaned towards her. I pulled her foot underneath me and rested my pussy against her toes. She tried to pull her foot away again, but I held it there until she gave in.

I grabbed her hand and put it over her pussy, and guiding it with my own, I began to slowly move it up and down. She gasped and twitched as her own fingers touched her clit for the first time. Her hand began to move on its own, and I let go.

In an almost curious manner, her other hand grabbed for my breast, and she began to squeeze lightly, and her touch sent shocks through my body. I flinched slightly, and she quickly pulled her hand away.

“It’s okay. You can touch me if you want.”

I grabbed her hand and placed in back on my tit, and her hand began to lovingly caress my nipple. The sensation was indescribable, and I immediately threw my hand back down my panties and started to rub my clit as fast as I could.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and the wet crackling of our fingers rushing over our pussies.

I was nearing my orgasm when I had noticed both my sister’s hands grabbing at my tits. Without thinking, I pulled her head towards me, guiding my tit into her mouth. Her lips clasped around my nipple, and sucked like a starving baby looking for milk. My other hand instinctively made its way between her legs, and sought out her clit. She screamed through a mouthful of my breasts when my fingers glided across her clit. It felt wonderful to touch another pussy.

She threw her arms around me and bucked her hips uncontrollably as I fingered us both to orgasm. I came first, and almost fell right on top of my sister, as my whole body felt like it would collapse from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. My sister came moments later. I held her close to me as her body shook and bucked under my touch. I whispered words of encouragement to her as she came, all the while never releasing my tit from her eager mouth. She finally collapsed in my arms and fell backwards, pulling me on top of her.

My natural instinct kicked in, and I put my lips to hers. She met me with no resistance, and soon our tongues were swirling around one another’s in a frenzy of lust.

Our kissing became more comfortable, more passionate. We began to lick and bite one another’s neck and ears, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. We were both obviously so caught up in the passion of the moment, that we never even had time to think that what we were doing was wrong in any way. We didn’t contemplate our actions, or the repercussions that we would most likely be faced with afterwards. We just let ourselves become consumed with the intense passion and lust filling us, and it was beautiful.

As our kissing grew more intense, we let our hands wander, and explored each other’s bodies. My hips were soon grinding against my sister’s, her hands pushing and pulling me across her bare pussy. She pulled at my panties, indicating to me to remove them. I lifted my ass in the air, and we both slid them down my legs and off. I slowly lowered myself back on top of her, and shivered as my bare pussy pressed down on her neatly trimmed mound. Our breasts mashed together as we both began grinding our hips into one another. Her hands grabbed firmly around my ass, pulling me into her, as she thrust her hips to meet mine.

We fucked hard for several minutes, but we both needed more. I worked my way down my sister’s body, until my lips were inches away from her swollen pussy. I could feel her shaking with anticipation as I teased her waiting pussy, gently running my tongue over her lips.

Momentarily unsure of myself, I gently explored every inch of her pussy with my fingers and tongue. I gently slid my finger inside her, as my tongue focused on her swollen clit. I tried to concentrate on how It would feel of she was doing the same thing to me. As she began to react, I knew I was doing something right, and I grew more confident and aggressive.

The taste of her pussy was intoxicating. I can remember thinking that I never knew how guys could ever do this to a girl, and how gross it must be, but now I understood. I couldn’t get enough of her. I removed my finger from inside her, and fucked her with my tongue, straining to get as deep as I could. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. I let my fingers slide across her clit, and she was soon bucking her hips and moaning loudly. I could feel her tighten around my mouth, and my tongue was soon bathing in a flood of her juice. I struggled to get every last drop, but her legs were soon clasping around my head, and she was pulling me away from her.

“Stop! I can’t take anymore!”

I knew she had become sensitive, and moved away from her begrudgingly.

She struggled to speak between gasps of air. Her chest was pounding into the air, and her head was rolling back and forth. She quickly placed her hand over her pussy as soon as I moved my head away.

“Oh my God, that was fucking awesome.” Her body tensed up, as her legs stretched out in front of her. “It still feels like you’re there.” She squealed as her body shook and she gasped for air.

I knelt beside her, stroking her arm in comfort, as she slowly began to settle down. I couldn’t help but feel proud of a job well done.

“That was amazing. I didn’t know anything could feel that good.” She spoke softly, and her voice was cracking.

“Me either,” I said, smiling.

“Not bad for my first time, I guess.”

She tried to sit up, but I put my hand on her chest and held her down. She didn’t resist.

“Let me do you.”

“There’ll be plenty of time later. Just relax.”

I lay beside her and pulled her close to me. She rolled into me, rested her head on my chest, and began to drift off to sleep. I gently stroked my clit until I came again, trying hard not to make a sound, and soon fell asleep myself.

I woke up a few hours later. The room was dark and I was alone. It took a few seconds for me to remember why I was there and what had happened earlier. As I thought about it, my stomach jumped, and I couldn’t help but smile. I picked my head up to see where my sister could have gone. I pulled myself out of the bed. My muscles ached. I didn’t bother to dress, as I headed out of the room looking to see where my sister could be.

The house was dark and quiet. I realized I was starving, and went to the kitchen to order a pizza. When I got there, I noticed that the money Mom left was missing. I really wanted to be mad at my sister, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to be upset, so I just shrugged it off, and decided to take a shower.

I had just got under the hot water when I heard the front door slam shut. A few minutes later, my sister walked into the bathroom.

“I got dinner. Hurry down before it gets cold.”

She shut the door before I could answer. I was a little put off by her abruptness, and wondered if she was regretting what had happened. As I washed up, I also wondered why I wasn’t. I thought that it was probably to be expected that we would feel ashamed about the things that happened, but I didn’t. On the contrary, I felt amazing, almost invigorated, and I started to feel that maybe she didn’t feel the same way. I hurried out of the shower, to find out.

As I opened the bathroom door, I heard my sister’s voice as if she was speaking to someone, and familiar giggles coming from the kitchen. I instantly felt a wave of relief wash over me as I recognized that she was with Jamie. Most likely, it was the reason for her abruptness. I quickly threw on some shorts and a shirt and headed downstairs.

“Hey, Anne. I went to get us some pizza, but Jamie talked me into Chinese.” She gave me a little smile, assuring me that everything was okay.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I invited myself along,” Jamie said.

“The more the merrier,” I said.

My sister quickly rolled her eyes in my direction to indicate that she had no choice in the matter. I had already figured that out for myself.

Jamie has been friends with my sister ever since they were young. She’s a nice girl, but she’s always been a little… pushy, shall we say? She’s the kind of girl who has always “been there and done that,” and knows everything about everything. Other than that, though, she’s okay.

I sat myself down and dug into a box of lo-mein, as we listened to Jamie go on, seemingly without breathing, about how her boyfriend stood her up that evening to go hang out with his friends. My sister and I pretended to be listening, as we exchanged smiles across the table. Jamie continued, not missing a detail, as I buried my foot in my sister’s crotch under the table, delighting in her obvious lack of comfort. She glared at me across the table, telling me with her eyes to cut it out, and I just smiled back at her with a mouth full of noodles.

“…And I would probably just forget about him, but he’s really good in bed. He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”

This seemed to catch our attention.

“Yeah? He’s that good?” I asked.

“Oh my God, he’s amazing!”

“Does he make you come every time?”

“Anne!”

“What? She said he was amazing. I just wanted to know!”

“The other night I came like four times in a row!”

“Four times! Wow, that’s pretty good! How big is he?”

Jamie gestured with her hands to indicate he was about six or seven inches long.

“Not bad,” I said. “Why don’t you loan him to my sister, she could use a good man to fuck her. She’s still a virgin.”

“ANNE!”

“What?”

Jamie was silent for the first time since I’ve known her.

“I can’t believe you!”

I could tell my sister was mad, but not really. I think she also found it tough to get mad at me the way she used to.

“What? It’s no big deal!”

She didn’t say anything, and Jamie took it as an opportunity to jump in.

“You can fuck him if you want. I know he wouldn’t mind. He’s always asking me if you would be into having a threesome.”

“See, there you go.”

“Eeeew… are you serious? He wants to us to have a threesome?”

“Well, of course! He’s a guy! Every guy’s fantasy is to have two chicks at once.”

“She’s right about that, sis!”

“Well, I’m flattered, but I think I’ll pass,” said my sister.  “That would just be too weird.” I laughed so hard, I almost shot noodles out my nose. They both just stared at me. “Besides, I get all the sex I need.”

“I thought you were a virgin?” Jamie asked.

“Well, technically I guess, but I’m satisfied.”

“Playing with yourself in the bathroom doesn’t count, you know. Although it is fun!”

“I’m not talking about that. In fact I don’t do that either.”

“So then how are you satisfied? What, are you gonna tell me you’re a lesbo?” Jamie laughed to herself. My sister raised her eyebrows and shoveled some food into her mouth. “Oh, please! You are so full of shit! I’ve known you forever! I think I’d know if you were a lesbo! Who could you possibly be fucking that I wouldn’t know about? There’s no one we even know who would be into anything like that…”

“Well, if you must know, I fucked Anne just this afternoon, and it was awesome. My sister ate my pussy so good I almost passed out! As a matter of fact, I was planning on returning the favor after we ate.”

I was completely shocked! I couldn’t believe she just said that to her best friend, as if it was the most natural thing in the world!

“You’re fucked up!” Jamie said. “That’s just gross!’

My sister laughed. “You asked!”

“Oh, right! I’m supposed to believe you and your sister fuck each other!”

“First of all, she is not gross, and if you don’t believe me, ask her.”

She grabbed my foot, and I pulled away immediately, banging my knee hard on the table.

“She’s had her foot buried in my pussy for the past fifteen minutes, rubbing my clit with her toes! And I probably would have come if she kept it there!”

She reached under the table and grabbed my leg, almost pulling me out of my chair and stuffing my foot back into her crotch.

Jamie sat speechless once again, as it became obvious to her that my sister wasn’t lying. My sister just kept on eating as if nothing ever happened. I sat in disbelief, staring directly into my container of food, pretending as if nothing was happening. I couldn’t help but smile at the situation, and struggled to keep from laughing. Jamie just looked back and forth at both of us in disbelief, waiting for a sign that we were kidding.

“Oh, please. You are so full of shit! You actually almost had me believing you fuck your own sister!”

“Suit yourself. You don’t have to believe me.”

“Cut it out already! You’re grossing me out!”

No one spoke.

“Okay then. If I’m supposed to believe you and Anne are lovers, then prove it!” Jamie sat back with a knowing smirk on her face.

“I have nothing to prove to you. I don’t care if you believe me or not!”

“That’s what I thought!” Jamie said. “Now, cut it out.”

I looked up across the table at my sister and smiled, as Jamie went back to her food. My sister caught my eye and smiled. I quickly threw myself over the table and planted my lips firmly on my sister’s. We were soon making out, obviously swirling our tongues around one another’s, and putting on a hell of a show. My sister grabbed me firmly by the back of my head, as I reached across and gave her tits a firm squeeze with both my hands.

“Oh, my God!” Jamie said. We ignored her as she quickly jumped up from the table. “That’s fucking gross!”

My sister broke our kiss and turned to face Jamie. “I told you I wasn’t lying.”

Jamie stood there with her mouth open in disbelief.

“You should stick around, and we could have a threesome. I’m sure my sister won’t mind.”

“The more the merrier!” We both laughed.

“C’mon, Jamie. She’s amazing! Let her eat your pussy while I eat hers. It’ll be fun!”

Jamie ran out of the house so fast, we barely saw her go. We both laughed so hard we almost passed out.

“I can’t believe you told her all that!”

“Well, I didn’t expect her to actually believe it! And I really didn’t expect you to attack me! I was only bluffing!”

“So, what are we gonna do now? She’ll probably never talk to you again!”

“I’m not worried.”

“Well, what if she goes and tells all your friends.”

“She won’t. And besides, who’s really gonna believe her?”

“So, what do we do now?”

My sister smiled and pulled me into the living room by the hand and threw me on the couch. She pulled my shorts off, and my pussy buzzed with anticipation. She quickly spread my legs apart and dove her tongue into my pussy. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. She licked and sucked my clit until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed two fists of her hair, and my ass flew off the couch slamming into her mouth as I exploded hard. It felt as if her tongue was in my belly, working to get every last drop out of me.

I opened my eyes briefly, and caught a glimpse of Jamie out of the corner of my eye, standing behind my sister. Her eyes widened, and I noticed that her hand was down in her pants, furiously working between her legs. I pulled my sister’s head up from between my legs, and turned her around in Jamie’s direction.

“That’s so fucking hot… uuugh.” Jamie came, and fell down to her knees, as she continued to rub herself for all she was worth.

My sister and I got up and helped Jamie stand up. She looked at both of us, then smiled as we hurried upstairs to the bedroom.

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Island of Joys, Chapter 6

  • Posted on June 16, 2017 at 1:37 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Two more weeks went by, and life settled down to a routine of sorts. They would work in the morning, rest through the heat of the middle of the day, then do final chores in the late afternoon as the sun was setting. They were nearly finished building a hut from palm trees and other brush that had fallen over in a storm prior to their arrival — possibly the one they survived — and soon they would move into it.

Sharon was especially pleased with the way the hut was coming. The reason was she had begun to worry about something else entirely. She had spent some time with a man in San Francisco before she’d noticed her ex-husband and left for Australia. She had let him get her in bed. That had been nearly two months ago, and now she was late. She’d skipped a few periods in her life — they’d always been fairly irregular — but she’d never missed two of them in a row, and now she was overdue for the second one. That meant she’d last had a period over two months ago.

Not only that, but she was also waking in the morning and feeling queasy. She wondered what they would do if she were, in fact, pregnant. Nobody there had ever received any medical training, especially as it related to childbirth. She knew many women and babies died during delivery, and this preyed on her mind, troubling her to the extent that it was interfering with her sleep.

Beverly noticed Sharon was more tired than usual and approached her to find out what the problem was. She came to her during what they thought of as their siesta time during mid-day and asked her to take a walk with her.

Once they were out of earshot of the girls, who had already started kissing as a prelude to another bout of sex, Beverly said to Sharon, “Is something wrong? I’ve noticed you aren’t yourself lately and was wondering if there was anything I could do.”

Sharon heaved a deep sigh. She had known that eventually she would either start her period or have to talk to Beverly about this. And since her period was still absent….

“I’m late,” she said.

“Late?” Beverly asked, not understanding at first.

“My mensus,” was all Sharon could say. She felt she would burst into frightened tears at any second.

It suddenly occurred to Beverly she had endured two periods since their arrival, yet she hadn’t really noticed whether or not Sharon had gone through one. She was ashamed she hadn’t noticed.

“Do you think you’re ill?” Beverly asked, not even entertaining the idea that Sharon could be with child. After all, Sharon had not seen her ex-husband in a long time.

“No, not ill — at least not in that way.”

“Sharon, there’s no way you could be with child. You haven’t seen your ex-husband in a long time, and you even told me you would masturbate to avoid having sexual thoughts about him to avoid it.”

Sharon became cross with Beverly, her anger more the manifestation of her situation and worry than it was actually from being upset with her lover. “He’s not the only man in the world, Beverly!”

Only then did it occur to Beverly that of course, Sharon could have had sex with another  man. She herself had not even considered it after her husband’s death, so she had naturally thought that Sharon had been completely celibate after she’d left the monster she’d been married to, using only her hands for pleasure.

“Oh, Sharon, of course. I’m sorry. It just never occurred to me…. I mean, I never considered you might, well, have sex with someone else, but of course you would. You’re a healthy woman with natural desires, and you hadn’t, well, been forced into having sex with another woman yet. Oh, my, I’m so sorry.”

Sharon looked at Beverly and pulled her into a hug. “First, I’m sorry I became angry. It’s just that I’ve worried so much about this. And never think I’m being ‘forced’ into sex with a woman. I’m now wondering what I ever saw in a man, sexually. Our life is wonderful together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way — well, except for not being stranded on this island. And in addition to being late, I’ve been very queasy the past week when I woke.” She paused to look around the underbrush of the island, which was as wild as the sea itself. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do if I’m expecting. The baby would be born here in all likelihood. And there are no doctors, no hospital. We’d be on our own with this.”

“We’ve survived this far, haven’t we?” Beverly asked, hoping to cheer Sharon up and pulling her into another hug.

“But this is more than just a tummy ache. This is giving birth. To a real, live baby.”

“What became of that woman who is such a survivalist?” Beverly asked.

“She never had to survive childbirth without the benefits of a doctor, or at least a trained mid-wife.”

“Women have been having babies for centuries without either of them. We’ll manage just fine.”

“What if it’s breached? We don’t know what to do about that!” Sharon said. “Susan was a breached baby. It was such a difficult delivery.”

“You’re getting all worked up over nothing. You’ll probably start your period tomorrow, and this will all be worrying for no reason.”

“No, I know I’m pregnant. I just know it. I’m never late the second month after skipping a period, and I had this same nausea when I was first expecting Susan.”

“If you are, we’ll get you through this, and a year from now we’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”

They returned to what they now considered home and found Karen and Susan locked in a sixty-nine. The women were not in the mood, but they enjoyed watching their daughters engaging in sex in what had become a daily event. After the girls climaxed, they lay back and caught their breath and cooled down.

The following week Sharon had started throwing up in the mornings. She had still not started her period, and she had begun to accept that she would be giving birth in another seven months or so. She wasn’t sure if she wanted a boy or girl, and the gender wasn’t that important anyway. She just wanted him or her to be healthy. Still, she could see an advantage to either sex. First, if it were a girl, then the girl-girl sex would just naturally continue when the baby was old enough to take part in the fun. Then again, if it were a boy, he could get Karen pregnant one day to continue the lineage of the two families. And because either gender would have its advantages, she decided not to worry about it at all. Like the pregnancy itself, it would work itself out.

But she did worry. Not about the gender but about the delivery. Beverly had said it would be fine, but what if something bad happened? Something bad was always happening to women in childbirth. They were in a modern age. The Industrial Revolution had brought along so many advantages to their lives in the mid-1800’s, and they had enjoyed those advantages in the world of San Francisco. But here on this island, life was different. They had only themselves to depend upon.

She was making herself sicker from the constant worry. Dark circles were starting to show beneath her eyes. Beverly noticed this and resolved to do something about it. Sharon, in her fatigue caused by the pregnancy, slept more than the others. When Susan asked Beverly what was wrong with her mom during one of Sharon’s naps, the woman decided it was time to tell the girls and see if they could do something to alleviate Sharon’s sense of doom, if not eradicate it entirely.

Beverly looked into the worried face of Susan and said, “Well, I suppose it’s time you both knew.”

“Knew what?” Susan asked, starting to cry as every possible thing that she’d worried might be wrong with her mother burst into reality in her mind.

“Come over here so we don’t wake her,” Beverly said, herding the girls into the underbrush a short distance from the unfinished hut.

“What is it, Mommy?” Karen asked, tears sprouting from her own beautiful eyes. “Is Sharon dying?”

“No, of course not!” Beverly answered, hoping she was right. Despite her assurances to Sharon, she was aware of what could happen during childbirth. Her own aunt had died giving birth to her second child. “She’s, well, she’s with child.”

Karen was instantly excited. “She’s going to have a baby!?” Her wet eyes now shown with glee in the glare of the sun.

Susan was much less enthused. Being older, she understood her mother’s predicament better than Karen did. “But… she could… die, couldn’t she?” she asked, a permanent sort of panic starting to set in.

“She’s not going to die,” Beverly said, doing her best to soothe the girl’s fears. “Women have babies all the time. After all, every person you’ve ever seen went through childbirth, and some mothers have a dozen babies or more during their lives.”

“But that’s with doctors. We don’t have doctors,” Susan said.

“No, we don’t, but I’ve helped with a birth before,” Beverly lied. She had no idea how to go about helping a woman give birth, but since she’d done it herself and had been conscious throughout, she felt she at least knew something about it. All the woman knew was that if she was going to cheer Sharon up, she had to have the girls’ confidence that all would turn out splendidly for them all, especially Sharon. A small lie was necessary as far as Beverly could tell.

“You have?” Susan asked, obviously cheered somewhat by this news.

“Yes, I have,” Beverly answered. Then to at least add a small part of truth to her lie, she said, “And after all, I’ve been through one birth myself, bringing this one into the world.” She gestured to Karen and smiled a smile she wasn’t feeling but hoped looked as though she were. Karen smiled in return, her excitement returning.

“You’re sure she’ll be okay?” Susan asked.

“Positive! And after all, she brought you into this world too, so she’s no novice either.”

“What’s a novice?” Karen asked.

“Someone who’s never done something before.”

“Oh,” she said. Then looking at Susan, she giggled and said, “You came out of her pussy!”

“Well, you came out of your mom’s pussy, too, you know!” Susan said, smiling.

Beverly relaxed a bit, feeling that hurdle was over now.

“Yes, you both came out of pussies, and so did Sharon and I. So, because it happens so frequently, we shouldn’t worry about it unless something happens that makes us worry. Until then, we’re going to be happy about this new baby brother or sister.”

Susan was suddenly shocked at this idea. “Brother? But I don’t want a brother! He’ll be walking around all day with his thingy hanging out!”

Karen’s eyes widened at this as well. “Yes, Mommy. We don’t want a brother! I don’t wanna have to look at his thingy every day!”

Beverly decided she would have to be truthful about this. She would have to get the girls to at least accept the idea of a brother should the baby be a boy. Otherwise, they would never accept him once he was born.

“Well, we have no control over that. And I will tell you right now that, boy or girl, we will love this baby completely. That’s nature’s way. You’ll be very surprised how much you will love the baby, no matter which sex it is.”

“Well, I want her to decide to be a girl!” Karen said.

“It’s not the baby’s decision or ours,” said Beverly. “It’s nature’s decision, and nature always knows what’s best. So whatever sex the baby is, we will know it was the best choice for that baby — and for us.”

“Okay,” said Karen, though her voice was dripping with reluctance.

Beverly looked at the girls, making sure she had their attention. “Now, girls, we have a job to do.”

“What job?” Karen asked.

“We need to make sure Sharon’s life is simpler from now on until she has the baby. We can’t worry her, because all mother’s worry about their babies. It’s another thing that is part of nature. We never stop worrying about them, in fact.”

“You mean you still worry about me?” Karen asked.

“Yes, my love, I do. And Sharon worries about Susan, and she especially worries about the new baby. As I said, it’s nature’s way.”

“So how do we help?” asked Susan, getting more involved with the imminent birth.

“We must work to cheer your mother up,” Beverly said.

“Well,” she said, pausing to build some suspense. “I was thinking about a… wedding!

“A wedding?” Karen asked. “But there’s no daddy for a wedding!”

“That’s what’s special about this one. This wedding will be uniting two women instead,” Beverly said.

“Can two women get married?” Susan asked.

“They can here,” Beverly said. “This is our island, and we can make whatever rules we want, right? I mean, we already allow everyone to go naked and have sex whenever they want as long as the chores are done, don’t we?” The girls nodded, enthusiasm growing in their faces. “That never happened in San Francisco, did it?” Beverly continued.

“No,” the girls said in unison.

“So since this is our own private island nation, we can make the laws. And our law says two women can get married.”

“Will it be you and my mom getting married?” Susan asked.

“Yes, it will.”

“Does she know?” said Karen.

“Not yet, but I think she’ll like the idea,” Beverly said, hoping she was right.

Susan smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. “Will you have a wedding night?” she asked, her meaning obvious.

“Certainly!” Beverly said, her own enthusiasm growing.

“And we can watch?” Karen asked, excited.

“You can do even more than that! You can join in!” Beverly said, and the girls were jumping up and down in complete joy.

Susan looked into Beverly eyes. “Is it okay if we practice for it now?”

“Sure,” Beverly said. “As long as you don’t wake your mom from her nap. Women in her condition need more sleep than the rest of us.”

At that, Susan jumped at Beverly and wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. She kissed the soft flesh of Beverly’s tummy above her mound.

“So lie down!” the girl said, pushing on the woman to get her to lie on the small spot of sand so she could begin doing whatever she wanted to her.

When Beverly had lain on the soft bed of sand, Susan moved between her thighs, crawling up to where she could make love to the woman’s pussy.

Karen, meanwhile, had straddled her mother’s head and knelt there, wanting her mother to lick her bald pussy. The child was facing her mother’s pussy so she could watch Susan as the girl began touching and licking her mom’s pussy.

Beverly felt Susan’s mouth approaching her sensitive flesh. Her clit seemed to be straining for the contact as the child’s mouth came nearer. Susan’s breath was teasing the woman’s genitals, causing Beverly’s mound to anticipate the luscious bath Susan’s tongue would give it.

Meanwhile, Karen lowered her own bald mound to her mother’s mouth. As Beverly’s lips and tongue met the child’s clit, the girl hissed a moan of pleasure.

Beverly could see her daughter’s rosebud was clean as well and made sure her tongue traveled up to the tiny opening to bathe the tender spot. Karen made an ‘uhh’ sound as her mother moved her mouth to the girl’s butthole.

Through her own explorations, as well as Susan’s help, Karen had discovered how sensitive that spot could be. She recalled the first time Susan had touched her there with a wet finger to caress her friend’s private spot. She had been quite surprised at how nice the feeling was. Now, she especially enjoyed when her mom, Susan, or Sharon used their tongue there. It made her orgasms that much more intense.

Meanwhile, Susan used her fingers to spread Beverly’s mature outer cunt lips. Looking into the woman’s pussy, she could see the juices that thickly coated the delicate interior wings. A pool of Beverly’s honey sat at the entrance to her vagina, ready to be smeared throughout the woman’s mound or drip down to her butthole to coat it with nectar.

Susan decided there was a third choice. Leaning closer, she dipped her tongue into the tiny pool of milky wetness and scooped it into her mouth, which was watering for a taste of Beverly’s fluids. She allowed the creamy juices to coat the inside of her mouth then used her tongue like a fleshy spoon again to bring more of nature’s lubricant into her mouth. She swallowed the cream as though she were a starving kitten.

Then placing her mouth on Beverly’s slit, she began massaging the woman’s labia and clit with her tongue, doing her best to give her friend’s mother a magnificent orgasm.

Susan’s attentions made Beverly all the more determined to bring her daughter to climax. She redoubled her efforts, moving her tongue like a tiny switch, batting at her daughter’s clit and making the child whimper with the need to come. Karen’s mother moved her tongue back and forth on the small nubbin of hypersensitive flesh before bathing the child’s rosebud for a few seconds, whereupon she would return to little girl’s clit to start her manipulations once again.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from nearby.

“Well, what have we here?” Sharon had awakened to find no sign of Beverly and the girls, so she had come in search of them. She hadn’t needed to walk far to find the three in the middle of making love.

Beverly turned her gaze in the direction of the voice, but all she could see was her daughter’s cute little butt wiggling on her face. “Hi, Sharon,” she heard her daughter say, nearly breathless with the intensity of the approaching orgasm. “Mom’s licking… my pussy and… and my butt.” The girl hissed once again as the intense pleasure sliced through her once more.

“Is there a place I can join in?” Sharon asked, feeling more sexually aroused than she’s felt in weeks.

Susan stopped drinking from Beverly’s pussy long enough to say, “Lie down where Karen can lick you and I’ll move to where you can lick me while I lick Beverly.”

Looking over the sexy pile, Sharon decided the best thing would be to lie alongside Beverly’s legs where she could get to her daughter’s pussy, allowing Karen to lean over and lick her. Soon, each of them was licking someone while being licked as they formed a rather oddly shaped chain of sexual enjoyment.

Karen began to come first. The others heard  the child’s staccato moans rising in volume and intensity. She began to grunt out the orgasm that now had taken over her entire body. Beverly came next, her own moans joining the symphony of pleasure begun by her daughter. Soon after Beverly’s climax had crested, Susan started her own orgasm.

The only one who had not enjoyed a come yet was Sharon. The two girls and Beverly moved her so that she was lying on her back. The girls started with sucking and kissing Sharon’s breasts, and Beverly began licking the pregnant woman’s pussy. Then Susan was tapping Beverly on the shoulder, indicating it was her turn to lick her mom. Beverly moved to the tit that Susan had been suckling and continued giving her lover pleasure there.

Soon, Karen moved to Sharon’s pussy and tapped Susan, indicating it was now the youngest girl’s turn to lick Sharon’s soaked pussy. They continued this round-robin method of making love to Sharon until she climaxed intensely. Beverly was the one engaged at Sharon’s pussy when she came. The orgasm rippled throughout Sharon’s body.

Afterwards, they lay beside each other, each mother cuddling her daughter as they all basked in the afterglow of their peaks.

“We know, Mommy,” Susan said.

Sharon looked into her daughter’s eyes. “You’re okay with that?” she asked. “You don’t mind a younger brother or sister?”

“Well, I prefer a younger sister, but I guess if it has to be a brother, that’s okay too,” Susan said.

“There’s not much we can do about the gender of the baby,” Sharon said.

“Not much?” Beverly asked. “How about not anything?”

They all laughed at that.

“If it’s a girl, can we teach her about her pussy?” Karen asked.

“Of course,” Sharon said, “but we should wait until the baby has a chance to understand what we do is up to him or her first. The baby should be at least four before that can happen.”

“Oh, okay,” Karen said, obviously disappointed they would have to wait that long. “But I hope it’s a girl so we have another pussy to lick.”

“Me, too!” Susan said.

The women began kissing their daughters, passion building once again.

Soon they were making love again. This time they paired in a mother-daughter orgy. It wasn’t until hunger took them that they stopped, but by then they were all satisfied. And everyone, including Sharon, slept well that night. In fact, it was the first time Sharon didn’t worry about being pregnant. In fact, she found she was starting to like the idea of another child in their little family.

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Tabitha’s Initiation, Part Two

  • Posted on June 15, 2017 at 12:15 pm

In the House

By Amy K.

My aunt and uncle went to bed at about 12:30 am, and sent the rest of us off to our rooms. I, as always, was fortunate enough to be sharing Samantha’s bed. Tabitha, however, was in the room just across the hall from us. We knew that it would take about half an hour for their parents to fall asleep, and in the interest of plausible deniability we had Tabitha wait in her room until then.

Samantha and I passed the time lying in each other’s arms and talking. We quietly discussed our plans for what was to come, and tried to comfort each other’s nervousness with gentle caresses and soft kisses.

At about 1:00 am we could hear my uncle snoring, even from down the hall. As always we giggled at the thought of Samantha’s mom wearing earplugs against the ruckus.

We waited a few moments longer to prepare ourselves for the undertaking, and tried to contain our sudden mutual need to giggle with nervous anticipation. But finally, as Samantha took my hand, and led me to the door, I knew that there was no turning back.

“Ready?” she whispered.

I nodded, and gave my cousin a quick kiss, squeezing her hand reassuringly as I did so. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded, and gulped loudly as Samantha pulled open her bedroom door.

Outside in the hall it was mostly dark, except for the silvery light from the moon outside, shining dimly through the ancient tree that mostly obscured the hall window. Above my uncle’s snoring we could hear the rhythmic sound of crickets, and used the noise to cover our quiet footsteps across the hardwood floor to Tabitha’s bedroom.

Samantha paused just outside her sister’s door, and took a deep breath as she grasped the doorknob. She glanced over at me with a nervous smile, and mouthed the words, “Here we go,” before turning it and pushing open the door.

Inside Tabitha’s bedroom the air was slightly cooler. Glancing around I noticed that both her windows were wide open, and a gentle breeze was blowing at the curtains before moving on to play across the flimsy fabric of Samantha’s nightgown. I smiled as I noticed her nipples stand out against the material, and would have said something if not for the intense look upon my cousin’s face.

I followed my cousin’s gaze, and saw sweet little Tabitha asleep in her bed. The girl seemed so innocent lying there just under a single sheet, the sound of her soft breathing almost as alluring and inviting as the way her almost shoulder length dark red hair framed her young pretty face.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear with a soft whisper as I held her from behind.

“Almost breathtaking,” she agreed wistfully and reached back to caress the side of my face affectionately, “She reminds me a little of you when we’re younger. I almost miss you being so innocent.”

“Yeah,” I agreed thoughtfully, “But I never much liked being naïve. I’m glad you there to teach me. I very much doubt I’d be the same person today without your guidance, Sam.”

My cousin sighed happily and leaned back a little to increase our physical contact. “I love you,” she whispered almost to herself as I slowly ran my hands closer and closer to her breasts.

“I’d be lost without that knowledge as well,” I added, giving Samantha a gentle kiss on the neck, “And yes, I very much love you too, Sam, I really do…”

We both stood there quietly for several minutes holding each other, watching Tabitha as she slept, peacefully oblivious to our voyeurism or the fact that my fingers were slowly and carefully running across her older sister’s breasts until her nipples ached for my touch.

I smiled contentedly as Samantha slouched a little and held her breath. She tilted her head back and towards me, letting me hear her softly breathed exclamations in my ear. Her sweet voice increased slightly in pitch as I finally took both of her hard erect nipples between my fingers and gently rubbed them.

In response my cousin reached back with both hands, lifting up my nightgown to take hold of my ass cheeks and squeezed firmly as I fondled her teasingly. “Harder…” she breathed, but I knew what I was doing.

Samantha’s nipples were notoriously resistant to pressure, and the harder I squeezed them, the more she seemed to enjoy it. But for the moment, I was content to simply rub them gently between my fingers, occasionally applying just enough pressure to twist them and cause her to shiver with excitement. I kept her there for several moments, enjoying the way she kneaded my small firm bottom with her strong fingers. I knew that my cousin was probably getting moist between her legs by now, as I seen her on several occasions come merely by having me fondle her breasts and tweak her sensitive nipples in just the right way. In fact, I was curious to see just how quietly she could come, seeing as I’d neglected to close the door behind us.

I couldn’t help giggle at my own sense of naughtiness, and wondered if perhaps my cousin would take me over her knee on the next occasion that we found ourselves alone together. The thought sent chills through me, and I inadvertently pinched Samantha’s nipples as hard as I could all at once, causing her to gasp loudly and bite down a little painfully on my earlobe.

Her whole body shook visibly for a few seconds as she turned and pushed me up against the wall. In our somewhat awkward position Samantha pinned me in place with her body as she tried not to cry out. I could feel her tongue playing across my ear as she panted softly, as she squeezed my ass harder, and rubbed her own against me in time with her breathing.

I could only push back against her, spreading my legs as best I could, trying to allow her motions to rub against my clit as I twisted and pinched her nipples in random patterns.

“Oh, oh yesss..!” Samantha hissed, suddenly biting her tongue and letting out a short, cute little whine, as the sensations I was invoking became completely undeniable.

“Do — ohh! Do you like it?” I inquired, my breathing becoming almost as irregular as Samantha’s in response to her rubbing her body against mine, while I watched the sleeping form of her sweet little sister.

“Oh! Mmmm, are you ever going to get it, li-! Oooh, little girl!” she managed and brought her hands back up to guide my fingers.

I knew that I’d been neglecting the better part of her nicely shaped C-cup breasts, but my cousin made certain that I made up for my indiscretion by pressing against my fingers, urging me to fondle and knead the entirety of her tits. I teasingly resisted the pressure that she applied to my fingers, pushing back and not allowing Samantha the sensations she truly desired.

My cousin made a low sound of mock disapproval, forcing my fingers down hard against her skin. I giggled quietly in her ear, and gave it a teasing nibble as I let her close to of my fingers on either side of her nipples.

Samantha gasped loudly, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out as I squeezed her nipples as tightly as I could, then twisted them between my fingers. I felt her stagger a little, so I began pressing up and down upon the entirety of her firm breasts in a random pattern so that my cousin would have just a bit more to focus on.

“Mmm. So good…” sighed Samantha, her breathing becoming a steady panting as I continued to coax her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Do you suppose she’s really asleep?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear, causing my cousin immediately reach down with both hands and take a firm grip of my hips as her body writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh, don’t…” she pleaded in a whisper, and I could feel the sweat that was forming on her brow as my cousin tried to kiss me on the lips but only managed to hit my cheek, “You know I can’t handle… ohhh, Amy!”

“I know, my love,” I teased, twisting both her breasts in opposite directions with my firm but gentle grip, “but just think… Little Tabby may have her hands under her nightie and we’d never know! She might be silently playing with her sweet little pussy as she watches her big sister coming… Do you suppose that anything so naughty is possible from someone as sweet and innocent as Tabitha, Sam?”

My cousin’s whole body shook almost violently as she stood like a statue for several moments. I couldn’t even hear her breath as my cousin closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth.

“You okay?” I giggled mischievously, hoping to make her slip up just a little.

Instead, though, Samantha pulled herself away from me suddenly. But, before I could react, she had spun around and had grabbed me by the upper arms, forcing me back and pinning me to the wall that separated her sister’s and parent’s rooms.

I resisted the urge to giggle as Samantha almost roughly brushed my hair out of eyes with both hands as she pressed herself against me. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of her lovely green eyes full of lusty desire before she pressed her lips firmly against mine.

I sighed contentedly into her mouth as my cousin ran her fingers around the back of my head and held me in place as she began pressing her hips against mine. In response, I spread my legs a bit and met her awkward thrust halfway.

“Mmm, I like this!” I panted, our kiss momentarily broken due to our height difference.

Samantha managed to return my sly grin as we simply watched each other for several moments while she moved up and down against my pussy, causing my shirt to ride up. I gasped as I felt my suddenly exposed slit rub up against my cousin’s dark red curls.

“You’re not wearing panties,” she commented, tilting her head to one side questioningly as she continued to move against me.

“I — Ah! I didn’t think I’d need them,” I managed to whisper, grabbing hold of her upper arms for support.

“Good!” my cousin chuckled, “‘Cause neither did I!”

I could feel myself blush at her comment, and suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Samantha, though, had been expecting my usual reaction, and took the opportunity to reach down and grab my thighs. She then bent at the knees, and hefted me up.

I gave her a wide-eyed expression of amazement as she held me up against the wall. My cousin smiled back, pleased to see that I’d underestimated her strength, and resumed rubbing herself against me.

This time, though, our height difference was made up for by my precarious position, so I felt Samantha’s lips press against mine with renewed passion. Her tongue quickly found mine, as I lifted my shirt to just above my stomach to allow for greater skin contact before taking hold of my cousin’s shoulders to assist in her endeavor.

“Oh, man!” I giggled, pulling away for a brief moment, “It’s almost as though you’re fucking me!”

“Yeah, I — I know,” she panted in return, shaking a little as she began pressing harder against me, and picking up speed, “Isn’t it great? Oooh… I should have thought of this sooner!”

I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming as my cousin’s clit rubbed against mine, but managed to reply after a time. “Maybe, Oh! Mmm, maybe we can find your mom’s dildo again sometime,” I offered.

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed me just before lifting her head. “Oh, yeah! Maybe…” she gasped, shaking and shuddering as she held her breath against the sensation that was filling her very being.

“Shh! Not so loud, sil- Oh! I-!” A similar sensation gripped me at that same moment, and I lost my train of thought, as the only thing in the world to me was my beloved. Her firm body moving against mine, bringing us both to orgasm at about the same time.

For what seemed like an eternity, we both held each other tightly, motionless except for the quivering of our bodies. I pressed my lips firmly against Samantha’s, finding her tongue as I whimpered a little, trying desperately not to cry out as she moved ever so slowly against me once again. I found myself digging my nails into her back as my cousin’s breasts rubbed their way across mine, and tweaked my nipples ever so slightly as her coarse pubic hair ran across my clit.

“Mm! Ah-! Stop!” I gasped, turning my head to the side, and nuzzling Samantha’s neck. “I can’t take it!”

My cousin giggled quietly, and slowly let me down. “Mmm… that’s okay,” she whispered lovingly in my ear, and gave it a gentle nibble, “My arms were getting sore.”

“Then I’ll just have to kiss them better,” I giggled, hugging her a few moments longer.

“Well, then I think it hurts in a couple of other places too,” Samantha replied slyly.

I sighed contentedly, and looked up into her eyes. “So tempting…” I whispered, and glanced over at the sleeping form of her sister, “But shouldn’t we keep our little promise?”

“Oh, I suppose so,” Samantha said in mock despair, “A woman’s work is never done!”

“If this is my job, I never want it to end!” I giggled, giving her a quick kiss before slipping out of her arms and creeping over to Tabitha’s bed as I lifted my nightgown up over my head. I then tossed it on the floor, and glanced over my shoulder at Samantha. “Coming?” I inquired teasingly.

My cousin took a deep breath, and nodded as she watched me standing naked in the moonlight next to her sister. I smiled, and glanced down at the little girl’s pretty face. “So sweet…” I murmured quietly, and knelt beside her, “Almost like a little you, Sam.”

Samantha smiled, and nodded. “Kinda,” she replied quietly, and walked over to the end of the bed, where she carefully knelt down, and took the blanket in her hand, “Only much more innocent.”

“Not for long,” I commented, and gave Sam a reassuring smile, “But don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” my cousin whispered, looking a little worried.

“That’s okay,” I assured her, “Enjoy Tabby all you want. I know who your heart belongs to, I know who you really love.”

She smiled and reached over to take my hand. “Thanks,” my cousin said quietly, “Now what do you say we wake Tabitha up the fun way?”

I squeezed her hand and nodded. “You bet!” I giggled, and turned my attention once more to Tabitha.

The girl was asleep on her back, her shoulder length reddish hair still in pigtails. Her breathing was slow and steady, as she slept her dreamless sleep. Glancing over at Samantha, I saw her lift the blanket off the bed before pulling it over her head. Her sister murmured softly in her sleep as Samantha’s soft lips pressed against her slim calf muscle. I knew that she was kissing her way up Tabitha’s legs in the same zigzag pattern that I’d taught her, and that it was only a matter of time before her little sister was awakened due to the sensations.

I quickly decided what I was going to do, and carefully placed my hand upon Tabitha’s left breast. I was barely able to breath as I felt the small firmness just beneath the blanket and nightie. I shook my head, and tried to banish the queasiness that I felt as my heart raced.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! I thought, leaning down towards the girl’s slightly parted lips.

As I touched my little cousin’s sweet lips for the first time, I felt my entire body ignite with a tingling sensation. I could feel my pussy dampen, my nipples standing at attention as I slowly and carefully extended my tongue. As I tasted Tabitha’s lips for the first time, I had to reach down with my free hand and literally shove two fingers inside myself. The sensation of doing something so wild drove me absolutely crazy.

I pressed my lips a little closer, reaching underneath the blanket to take careful hold of the girl’s small breast. I sighed as I realized just how soft and perky Tabitha’s breasts were, and played my tongue across her teeth before entering her mouth entirely.

It was at that point that Tabitha woke up. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed my wrist and gave me a panicked look.

“Shhh…” I soothed, pulling reluctantly away from her soft lips, “It’s okay, it’s just us.”

Tabitha nodded, and met my gaze a little nervously. “Wha-What’s Sam doing to me, Amy?” she asked innocently as I carefully rubbed her nipple between my fingers as I lightly fondled her breast.

“I’m fairly certain that she’s licking you,” I told the little teenager, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead, “Does it feel good?”

Tabitha glanced down at the large bulge in the blankets that marked her sister’s position. I was fairly certain that Samantha had pushed her sister’s nightie up over her waist and had pulled down her panties before assaulting little Tabby’s pussy with her tongue.

The girl glanced down at where her sister was and nodded. “Yeah, it feels kinda neat,” she replied, and looked back up at me, “Is this what you and Sam were doing earlier today?”

“That among other things,” I giggled, and leaned down to give her a soft kiss upon the lips.

Tabitha looked up at me afterwards, her eyes fluttering a little as her sister worked on her pussy with the utmost care. I gave her a loving smile, and took hold of the blanket. “I think you should see this, though,” I told her, and tossed the blanket off the bed.

My little cousin’s eyes went wide with astonishment as she stared down at her elder sister. Samantha’s hands were holding open Tabitha’s thighs while she carefully and lovingly ran the tip of her tongue across the girl’s labia, seemingly avoiding her clit. The whole time, Samantha made soft contented cooing sounds as she tasted the sweetness of her little sister’s pussy.

“I think Sam likes doing this for you,” I whispered into Tabitha’s ear as her gaze was fixed on her sibling’s performance, “But I’m sure that she’d appreciate it even more if you were to return the favor.”

Tabitha opened her mouth to speak, but her words were swept away as her sister tongued her clit for the first time. I sighed happily as I saw the look that crossed the little teenager’s face, and put my free hand behind her head before kissing her.

She moaned softly into my mouth as her sister coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. None of us really knew what would happen when little Tabby came, so I wasn’t about to take any chances. I pressed my lips firmly against hers and reveled in the chills it sent through me to kiss someone this young so passionately.

I was pleased to find, though, that she was perfectly accepting of my kiss, and only squirmed for a second as she felt my tongue push its way between her lips, then practically melted in my arms. All the while, I continued my playful exploration of her small yet firm breast as Samantha finally slid her tongue inside of her sister.

The girl exclaimed loudly once again as the new sensation filled her, but the sound was still muffled enough not to wake anyone, and I soon found that Tabitha was timidly touching my breasts in a similar way that I was touching hers.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetie,” I encouraged her, breaking our kiss for a moment, as she caught her breath, “just run your fingers over it. Don’t be afraid to experiment, and don’t be afraid to tell Sam where you want her to go.”

“Uh, um, right there…” she whispered nervously, and pointed with one shaking finger at her clit, “It felt really good there. And when, when Sam put her tongue inside… I like that too!”

Samantha chuckled as she listened to her sister’s quavering tone, enjoying hearing such a sweet, innocent voice confessing such things. “Inside where, Tabby?” she teased, running the length of her tongue over the girl’s pussy lips, and gladly lapping up the moisture that was flowing from inside.

“Mmm, there,” replied Tabitha shyly, putting her index finger dangerously close to her warm opening.

Samantha smiled, and took hold of her sister’s hand. “Oh? You mean here?” she inquired teasingly, and slid the girl’s finger inside of herself.

“Oh, my!” gasped Tabitha, her face turning red with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a smile, coaxing her to sit up as I tossed her pillows to one side, and crawled in behind her.

“Sam—” stammered Tabitha, “You, you’ve put my finger—!”

Samantha made a soft almost purring sound and cut off her sister’s words by circling her clit with her tongue, while she pushed the girl’s finger in farther.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, embracing my little cousin from behind.

“It’s… it feels so naughty!” she replied causing Samantha to giggle out loud.

“Mmm, but does it feel good?” I continued as I took advantage of my position to fondle both of Tabitha’s breasts at the same time, causing her to sigh, and lean back against me.

“Y-yes…” she hissed, her body started to succumb to the feeling.

“Then why not try this?” encouraged Samantha, taking out her sister’s finger, and placing it against her little clit.

The girl gasped as the moisture touched her clit, and I could almost feel the excitement race through Tabitha as she touched herself. “Now rub it like this,” coaxed her sister, rubbing her finger in slow circles over the little nub, “That’s just how Amy likes it!”

I smiled and tried to hide my face with my hair as I blushed. “Really?” inquired Tabitha as her sister let go of her hand and went back to lapping at her pussy, “Me too… OH!”

I had to quickly turn my head a little awkwardly to clamp my lips down up Tabitha’s before she could make too much noise. The girl’s body was shaking and quivering with excitement as I pinched both her nipples through her nightie. I slid my tongue into her mouth and found hers eagerly waiting for me.

All the while Samantha slid her tongue in as far as it would go into the tight virgin confines of her little sister’s pussy, covering it with her mouth. She then began sucking rhythmically as she probed around with her tongue, driving the young girl past the point of reason.

As Tabitha’s body quivered with joy, I brought my legs up, bending at the knees so that I could slide them under hers before re-extending them. In that way, I was able to coax my cousin’s legs farther apart. Samantha took full advantage of this, and brought her face even closer, sending her tongue just a little farther inside her sister. She then opened her eyes to make sure that the girl was still rubbing herself, and indeed she was.

Tabitha was vigorously rubbing her clit, going faster and faster as we pleasured her. I managed to move my lips away from hers so I could watch, and found myself squeezing her breasts a bit more firmly than I had intended. The sight sent chills through me, threatening to bring me off just by watching such a thing.

The girl let out a little gasp, and grabbed one of my hands. She somehow managed to push my fingers together, effectively pinching her hard little nipple with greater force.

“Just like your sister,” I whispered into her ear, but Tabitha barely noticed as she opened her mouth as if to cry out. All that came forth, though, was a little whine, as her body stopped moving for a moment. The girl then gave one hard shudder, and collapsed into my arms panting.

“Mmm, wow…” commented Samantha, propping herself up on her elbows and smiling up at me, her face smeared with her sister’s pussy juices, “That was fun, and it’s good to see that little Tabby has some self control.”

“I think she passed out,” I giggled, trying to keep my voice down.

“Mmm… No…” murmured Tabitha, a happy little smile crossing her cute face, “It just felt… sooo good…”

Samantha grinned broadly and stifled a laugh. “I’m glad,” she replied, sitting up and putting her legs over ours so that she could get closer, effectively sandwiching her sibling between us, “But I think someone needs to clean me up a little!”

“Mmm, definitely!” I giggled, putting my arms around both of them and leaning my face over Tabitha’s shoulder.

“Wh-what are you doing?” inquired Tabitha warily.

“Mmm, just cleaning up your mess, my dear,” I replied, and gave Samantha’s face a long careful lick, thus tasting my younger cousin’s juices for the first time, “Wow, you’re delicious, little girl.”

Tabitha blushed and did her best to look away. “Really?” she inquired shyly.

“Why not see for yourself?” offered her sister, leaning back a little as I habitually ran my fingers through her long deep red hair.

Her sister turned her head a little, and we could both feel her shaking a little in her nervousness. “It’s okay,” I encouraged, “We taste ourselves all the time. Not just each other.”

Tabitha nodded slowly and closed her eyes. She then timidly extended her tongue just past her lips before touching it to her sister’s glistening lips. The girl gave a slow, careful lick, as Samantha shivered at the sensation.

“Ohh…” replied Tabitha as she drew back, opening her eyes in time to see the look of quiet contemplation on her sister’s face.

“So soft…” whispered Sam, and leaned down to kiss Tabitha’s shoulder, “I think there’s more we have to show you…”

“I agree,” I sighed, and gave them both a hug, “But I think Tabby needs a little break. And I kinda wouldn’t mind a short one either.”

Samantha bowed her head smiling. “Sorry…” she chuckled, “I guess I got carried away earlier.”

“Huh?” inquired her sister, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, just us playing a little before we woke you up,” I explained, “This is to please you, after all.”

She nodded and leaned her head on Samantha’s shoulder. “Thanks, guys,” she muttered. “It was great.”

“It doesn’t have to end so soon,” said her sister, “I’m actually dressed for the occasion, so I’ll head downstairs and fetch us a snack. Then we’ll continue, okay?”

“Okay,” answered Tabitha with a bit of a smile. She then leaned back as Samantha extricated herself and crawled off the bed, “But I can’t believe there’s more!”

Both Sam and I had to quickly stifle our laughter. I buried my face in Tabitha’s shoulder, as her sister covered her face and shuddered a little as she chuckled quietly, but heartily.

“Ah, innocence!” she replied happily and slipped out of the room, “Oh, and don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone. Or else I’ll have to punish you!”

“Promises, promises…” I muttered happily, smiling as my cousin gave me a quick wink before closing the door behind her.

“She, she was only kidding, right?” asked Tabitha as she snuggled against me, moving down just enough so that my head was above hers.

“When you get older, some punishments lose their fear value,” I explained, idly playing with one of her pigtails, “And some even become fun. Like spanking.”

“Mommy or Daddy never spanked me,” she replied casually, “But I’m not so sure I’d want to ever have it happen, though.”

I shrugged. “Perhaps it’s an acquired taste,” I pondered, “I know I enjoy it. Given the proper circumstances, that is.”

“Oh? Such as?” continued Tabitha with genuine curiosity.

“Well, if someone I like does it, when I feel like I’m in the right mood, I guess,” I said thoughtfully, “I’ve never really thought about it too much, but Sam always seems to know when and how I want it. I guess it’s just the bond between us. Although sometimes she teases me with it, and I occasionally have to beg…”

Tabitha giggled loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. “Really?!” she whispered loudly as she turned to face me as best she could.

“Well, not in a serious way,” I told her, trying to hide my blushing with my bangs, “We just tease each other from time to time. It tends to heighten our excitement. But we always seem to know just how far is too far. She’s never actually hurt me in any serious way. Sam’s actually a very kind, loving girl under her pretence of brashness.”

“Big words…” muttered Tabitha, shaking her head as she settled back in, “But I guess it’s part of your ‘bond’.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I commented, feeling a little strange talking to her about it.

“Amy…” Tabitha asked after a short pause, “You care about Sam, right?”

“Absolutely,” I responded without hesitation.

“But… do you love her?” she inquired with an odd tone.

I gulped down my sudden nervousness, and took a deep breath. “In… in a way,” I replied, “I’ve always cared about her. Samantha’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We’re really quite inseparable, actually. Why do you ask?”

Tabitha nodded. “I was just curious,” she said thoughtfully, “I guess it’s just the way you both seem so happy when you’re together. It’s like my sister’s almost another person when you’re apart, and when you show up, she becomes less… serious, I guess.”

“I guess we’re just made for each other,” I sighed, and gave Tabitha a hug, “We were probably sisters in another life or something,”

Tabitha smiled, and glanced up as the door opened slightly. A moment later, Samantha pushed open the door with her hip and entered carrying a tray laden with milk and cookies. She smiled as she carefully shut the door with her foot, and placed the tray at the foot of the bed.

“Did I miss anything interesting?” she inquired, giving me a sly grin.

“No, we were just talking,” I assured her, accepting a glass of milk from her.

“Oh, sure you were!” she chuckled teasingly, and handed Tabitha a glass before picking up hers and sitting cross legged on the bed before us.

“Oh, I’d better move,” commented Tabitha, leaving my embrace, and sitting to one side between us.

“Brr!” I said in an exaggerated tone as she left, and the cool summer breeze touched my naked skin, “You give off a lot of heat for such a little girl!”

Tabitha blushed and smiled as she bit into a cookie. “I almost forgot you were naked,” she giggled, looking over my body as I put my glass on the nightstand and reached for my discarded T-shirt that passed for my nightgown.

“Oh, gee, thanks,” I chuckled, as I came back up and slid into it, “I guess I’ll just go put my pants on then!”

Samantha covered her mouth and tried to laugh. “You’re crazy,” she muttered quietly, shaking her head as she watched me dress.

“And you love it,” I chuckled as I got settled.

Samantha nodded, smiling contentedly as she munched a cookie. “So, um, what do you think so far, Tabby?” she inquired, making sure to keep her voice low.

“Hm? Oh yeah, that…” the girl responded with a bit of a blush accenting her nervous smile, “I, I liked it. It was fun, and once I get my strength back I’d like to see just what you meant by you having more to show me.”

“That’ll take more than one night,” her sister replied with a reminiscent smile, “But we’ll see what we can do. Was there anything that you had in mind?”

Tabitha stopped in mid sip and put her glass down. She looked a little nervous for a moment and nodded. “Well, actually there is one thing…” the girl admitted carefully, “I would like to try to do you what you did to me…”

“You mean you want to lick my pussy?” inquired Samantha with a sly grin, “Well, I think that we can arrange something.”

“Oh, but she’s so inexperienced,” I said with sarcasm as I leaned forward to whisper, “One of us would have to show her what to do.”

“Are you volunteering, my dear?” my cousin asked, looking more than a little mischievous.

“Well, if you insist!” I giggled, and finished my drink.

“Um, how..?” began Tabitha.

“Oh, I think I know what she has in mind,” her older sister chuckled, “You’ll see.”

“Okay…” the girl responded a little suspiciously and finished off her snack.

“Well then, shall we begin?” inquired Sam in a tone of voice that suggested that she wasn’t asking.

I nodded as she put her glass down on the tray, and moved them both onto the floor. Tabitha gave us both a nervous glance as she noticed that she was sitting between us and shrank down a little.

“Just tell us to stop if it gets too much for you,” I told her as we both shuffled towards her.

Tabitha nodded and inhaled sharply as she felt a hand on both her knees. She glanced down, to see me and her sister running our hands up under her nightie along her thighs. The soft skin, beneath our hands was silk. Both of us knew that there was almost no turning back as ran the fingers of my free hand along the girl’s jaw line, causing her to tilt her head to one side towards me in nervous contentment.

Samantha took advantage of this by giving her little sister a soft kiss upon the neck. The girl sighed softly, and she took it as permission to continue as I turned Tabitha’s head to face me. My cousin continued with a line of slow, passionate kisses up her little sister’s neck as I touched her sweet lips once again.

This time, I felt her soft little tongue escape her mouth to seek mine out. I moaned happily as I saw that she was willing to experiment, and seemed to learn quickly. The little one’s tongue was quite nimble as it probed my mouth until I reciprocated by entwining my tongue around hers as best I could.

Samantha, meanwhile, was running her own tongue along Tabitha’s earlobe, following and tracing the natural curves while her fingers found their way to the girl’s nearly hairless pussy. She playfully made small circles with her index finger through Tabitha’s downy pubic hair before running the tips of two of her fingers down over her sister’s labia.

Tabitha jumped a little in response, and I felt goosebumps rise along her legs. I moved my hand up farther and touched Samantha’s fingers meaningfully. I heard her sigh over Tabitha’s slow steady panting as she did her best not to break off her kiss while her sister gently nibbled her ear.

“Just let yourself go,” whispered Samantha, coaxing the girl to lean forward a little with her free hand before lifting up the back of her nightie.

Tabitha reluctantly pulled away from me and glanced over at her sibling lovingly. She nodded and stood up on her knees. Without a word Samantha and I stopped our exploration of Tabitha’s body, and both lifted the girl’s nightie up over her stomach.

Tabitha looked down at that point, and seemed to be watching expectantly as we held the garment just beneath her small budding breasts. Samantha glanced over at me and smiled knowingly. I nodded in response and continued upwards. The cottony material came up over Tabitha’s head with little effort, as she raised her arms to accept our disrobing technique.

We then paused to consider our actions, and take in that breathtaking moment when we both realized that Samantha’s little sister was kneeling naked on her bed between us. I could almost feel the tension emanating from Sam as she drank in Tabitha’s beauty. There was a look of both envy and admiration on her face as she saw that her little sister wasn’t the little girl she’d been only a few months previously.

Tabitha was indeed growing up to be a girl whose beauty would rival her sister’s. But while Samantha was tall and athletic, Tabitha still had that sweet innocence that can carry a girl through adolescence and still cause men to stop and secretly stare. At that moment, I wasn’t sure which one of the two sisters I wanted more.

The look of hungry awe upon my beloved Samantha’s face made me want to offer myself to her. To be ravaged by my talented tongue and nimble fingers. And the shy willingness in Tabitha’s eyes made we want to do the very same thing to her. But instead, I continued my slow, patient examination of her young body.

I scanned across her torso, and couldn’t help but wonder if the erectness of her reddish nipples was due to the breeze from the open window, or the thrilled anticipation of what was to come. I continued on my way, promising myself that I would take the time to run my hands across the same tender flesh that my eyes were enjoying so much, and paused as I looked down at her thighs, topped by her waiting pussy.

Tabitha was still quite short, so they were nowhere near as long as her sister’s, but I knew that she’d probably tower over me in a few short years. I sighed a little disappointedly at the thought of yet another girl being taller than me, but for the moment, I was content to be with someone my own height.

“Here,” said Samantha, making room and breaking the silence, “why don’t you lie down. It’ll be easiest that way.”

Tabitha nodded, and I made way as she willingly lay her body across her bed in a way similar to the one we found her in. She then spread her legs a little, causing Sam to gasp out loud, her deep green eyes going wide as she caught a better view of her sister’s pussy.

“Wow…” she sighed, and reached for my hand.

I gladly accepted it, and gave it a squeeze. “I hope you save some for me,” I said with a smile, “I’d like to feel Tabitha’s tongue in my pussy tonight as well.”

“Of course,” replied Samantha reassuringly, “Just don’t wear her out with yours.”

“I won’t,” I promised and traded places on the bed with her.

We then turned our attention back to Tabitha, who was looking up at us expectantly. “Wha-what should I do?” she asked nervously.

“Just do to me what Amy does to you. Okay?” explained Samantha, running her hand over her sister’s stomach, and running her index finger in a slow lazy circle around Tabitha’s nipple before giving it a gentle pinch, “But first, there’s something that simply must be done!”

Our eyes met at that point, and I tried not to lapse into a giggle fit as I nodded in agreement. “It just wouldn’t be right otherwise,” I responded, removing my T-shirt before leaning forward until I was partially lying across Tabitha’s body with my face near her left breast.

“Mmm, good positioning idea,” chuckled Samantha, and took up a similar position on Tabitha’s right after tossing her night shirt on the floor.

“What are you guys doing?” the girl inquired with a bit of a giggle as our hands met at her pussy.

“You’ll see!” we both promised in quiet unison as we ran our fingers lightly across her pussy lips and clit.

Tabitha’s eyes fluttered a little at the sensation, and even I found myself getting a wet as it sank in that we were both lying naked across Samantha’s lovely, and quite naked fourteen-year-old sister. Our fingers were even beginning to find moisture as we both leaned down and started running just the tips of our tongues over Tabitha’s perky tits.

The girl then began taking in deep breaths as the feeling quickly became overpowering. Practically as one, we circled her nipples with our tongues and ran them down, and over and back up again over Tabitha’s soft breasts. But as we began to suckle her nipples, biting them gently every so often as our tongues flicked them to full hardness, Tabitha’s voice raised just a little.

I then found my finger part way inside of the tight wetness of her virgin pussy, and her sister tried to follow suit. We soon fell into a pattern of taking turns gently fingering Tabitha. The process only seemed to excite her more as on several occasions one of us would come dangerously close to her hymen as we sucked harder and harder against her nipples and occasionally her entire breast.

It was at that time that Tabitha’s body was overcome with an orgasm. The girl’s small frame shook all over as she grabbed both of us by the hair and bit her lower lip in an attempt not to cry out. I smiled with satisfaction as Tabitha’s breathing became a long serious of gasping moans. She looked down at her sister and me with an intense look in her eyes before throwing her head down and arching her back.

Then, with one long muffled exclamation, Tabitha expelled the rest of her pussy juices across our fingers as her inner walls clenched around them. Samantha and I looked on with interest as the girl slowly came down. We both shuffled farther up, reluctantly removing our fingers and cuddling up against Tabitha as we watched her come down.

“Oh, wow…” she breathed as we both kissed our way up her neck, “That was great…”

“Well, it’s not over yet,” I giggled, “We still have to see how well you can lick your sister’s pussy!”

“Mmm… Sounds good,” replied Samantha with a hungry grin as she gave Tabitha’s ear a gentle nibble, “Are you up for it, Tabby?”

“I think so,” she responded, putting her arms around us and giving us both a hug.

“Well then, what do ya say we get started?” inquired Samantha hungrily, “After what I just saw, I’m just dying to have you return the favor, little girl.”

Tabitha smiled, and blushed profusely. “Did I make that much of a fool of myself?” she asked shyly.

“No, of course not,” I assured her with a kiss, “your performance was far from foolish. It was… beautiful!”

The girl covered her face as best she could and giggled as we licked our fingers clean of her juices. We then got up, and began changing position for what was to come. “What are you doing?” inquired Tabitha as I began positioning myself between her legs.

“As we said,” explained Samantha’s hushed whisper, “Amy’s going to show you how to lick my pussy.”

“Okay…” replied Tabitha a little nervously as her sister turned towards me and got upon her knees in order to straddle the girl’s face.

“Just do to Sam what I do to you, okay?” I told her as I got comfortably situated between her legs.

“Any time you’re ready,” replied Sam, a hint of excited expectation in her voice.

I nodded, and held back my overeagerness as I for the first time ran my tongue from the bottom of Tabitha’s pussy up to her clit in one long, slow lick. Both sisters shuddered as I did so, and I heard Tabitha let out a stifled squeal of delight as I ran the tip of my tongue back down one of her labia.

I glanced up and saw the intense look on Samantha’s face as Tabitha’s tongue traced along her pussy. I smiled with satisfaction as a tingling feeling filled me, and I realized that I was not immune to excitement of doing something so naughty. The feel of her soft, nearly untouched skin was like silk to my touch, and the flavor of her juices that her sister and I had brought forth still lingered. I eagerly licked it up with the utmost of care, making certain to lick my way across every sensitive inch of her pussy before sliding my tongue inside of Tabitha.

The girl copied my motions with surprising control, barely stopping to shudder and pant as she concentrated on her sister’s pussy. Soon after, I heard Tabitha’s short exclamation of surprise as Samantha came quietly over her face. I had to hold the little teenager’s legs in place as she squirmed a little when she found her sister’s juices practically pouring out upon her.

But I didn’t let up. I slid my tongue into Tabitha as far as I could, and Tabitha slid her tongue into Samantha with equal gusto. I then covered her nether lips with my mouth and suckled as I explored her interior, hoping that she would do the same to her elder sister.

In response, we could hear Samantha desperately trying to hold back her cries of joy. Her little sister’s tongue buried inside of her was almost too much to bear, as she began letting out a long series of loud little gasps. My dearest cousin tried with all her might to keep it in, but the experience was just too much as I began to swiftly, but gently rub Tabitha’s clit in a circular pattern that I knew would drive Samantha crazy.

Tabitha moaned as she followed suit, and I almost had to laugh as her sister was forced to come forward, now supporting herself on hands and knees. I raised my head, and replaced my finger with my tongue, and vice versa, enjoying the little shocked sound that Tabitha gave when she found just how much farther her fingers could go than mine.

“Y-You-! OH!” panted Samantha in a harsh whisper, as her body moved back and forth against Tabitha’s fingers and tongue so that she was being finger-fucked by her little sister, “Mmm! You, little-! Ahh!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my face glistening with Tabitha’s pussy juices, and topped with a wide grin.

My cousin gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as the onslaught continued. “I — I can’t-!” she managed, just before crying out softly with another orgasm, “Can’t take much-! Much more! Ohhh!”

I merely giggled and gave Tabitha’s clit a little nibble as I managed to wedge a second finger inside of her tight, but extremely wet pussy. “Much more what?” I inquired, and noticed that Tabitha was coming as well.

The girl had thrown her head back against the pillow, unable to close her mouth as she almost absently drove two fingers in and out of her sister’s pussy with greater and greater force. Soon, she was even matching Samantha’s thrusts, and was rewarded with rivulets of warm, sticky clear liquid running over her slender hand.

“C-coming—!” moaned Samantha desperately, her voice raising several octaves.

“So?” I inquired teasingly, “Don’t you want to see just how much you can really take?”

“Oh! Oh fuck—!” she swore, almost loud enough to be heard through the old thick walls of the farmhouse, “I’ll—! I’ll—!”

“What?” I inquired, slowly twisting my fingers inside Tabitha in a clockwise rotation before lapping up the hot sweet juices that suddenly flowed out around them, “Are you going to punish me, Mommy?”

“Better—! Ah! Oooh… believe it—!” she gasped, “I—! AHH!” My cousin arched her back, her facial expression almost looking horribly pained as she came. Samantha held the pose for several long seconds as her body quivered, before giving a long, hard sigh of relief, and collapsed upon Tabitha.

I smiled to myself, and gave my own sigh of happy contentment. The knowledge that I’d managed to wear Samantha out completely by sheer force of orgasm filled me with a certain perverse sense of satisfaction, as well as intense happiness. I pulled away from Tabitha’s still shaking body, kissing her little legs all the way down to her ankles, and giggling as I felt the goosebumps rise before giving my nearly slumbering cousin a kiss on the forehead.

I got off the bed, and knelt down beside Tabitha. There was a look of exhaustion on her face as she turned to me and smiled. “Wow…” she murmured yet again, and I couldn’t help smile at how cute it was that her vocabulary was still so limited.

“I’m glad you thought so,” I said as I brushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes and gave her a soft kiss.

She nodded, and glanced back at Samantha who was still laying over top of her. “We… We won’t have to explain this one, will we?” she giggled softly, and experimentally ran her fingers over the firm muscles of her sister’s legs, up to the roundness of ass.

“No,” I chuckled, rubbing Samantha’s back soothingly, “But sometimes it’s fun to fantasize about.”

“Really?” inquired Tabitha, looking a little doubtful.

“Definitely…” whispered her sister, and rolled off of her.

I smiled, and crawled over Tabitha towards her, making sure to let my small perky breast drag along the girl’s now cool to the touch skin. Samantha smiled wearily up at me as I laid myself on top of her. “She’s young, she’ll learn,” I replied wistfully as I stared lovingly into Samantha’s wary eyes, “But tell me. Are you still going to punish me?”

“Oh… if I ever find the strength…” breathed Samantha with a laugh.

“You were serious about that, then?” inquired Tabitha, changing position on the bed so that she could lie beside up properly.

“Mmm-hmm,” murmured Samantha, lazily playing with my straight blond hair, now curling at the ends from the perspiration caused by our workout.

“Oh, I see…” pondered Tabitha, putting her arm around me, and cuddling against us, “So, you punish each other for making one another feel good?”

We both chuckled softly, and Samantha shook her head as I laid mine upon her chest, supported by her firm bosom. “Not quite,” my cousin explained, “But close. Sometimes, it’s fun to have your bottom smacked. Sometimes, we do things to make each other want to spank us… Or something like that… But I think that in this case, Amy here deserves a little punishment for what she did.”

“Why?” inquired Tabitha, her tone showing a definite curiosity.

“Because I wore her out,” I giggled, “Even after she told me she couldn’t take anymore. But I was curious to see if there was a limit to Samantha’s unending stamina.”

“Oh…” replied Tabitha thoughtfully, “Well, then I guess it would only be fair to test your stamina then. Don’t you think?”

I giggled, and gave Samantha a kiss between her breasts. “Oh, probably,” I responded, and leaned up to kiss her on the lips, only to find Tabitha’s hand between my legs.

Samantha gave me a weak, but nonetheless sly grin as Tabitha’s fingers explored their way up my labia and over my ass. I then couldn’t help but give an amazed, yet excited look as I felt Tabitha give me a single hard slap across my ass check.

My cousin grinned broadly and moved her legs apart, causing mine to spread along with them. “There, that’s better,” giggled Tabitha, shuffling down, and squirming to get between both our legs, “That’s better!”

“No way…” I said with a grin, and happily bit my lower lip as I felt Tabitha lick my pussy, “Oooh, oh yeah…”

Tabitha giggled as I sighed happily. For what her little tongue lacked in talent and experience, the girl made up for in enthusiasm. Also, I found I to be such an intense turn on to have such a young little girl licking me that I immediately found myself wet. I had to lean down and gently nibble my older cousin’s shoulder as the sensation filled me.

Tabitha’s tongue was so soft and hot against my skin. The feeling of her hands, gently holding my thighs apart held me more effectively than any bonds ever could. There was nothing in the universe I wanted more than to remain in that moment forever. I let out a little whimper as the feelings began to become too much, and kissed Samantha’s ear in a desperate attempt to express my joy.

“Oh, oh, Sam…” I whispered in little gasping moans into her ear, “I… I love you… I love you so much!”

“I know,” she soothed, rubbing my back as her sister began fingering my pussy from behind, “I love you too.”

My body shivered involuntarily as I heard her soft words, and I actually found myself crying a little as I was overcome by intensity of the moment. “Shhh…” soothed Samantha, holding me tight against her as Tabitha giggled to herself, truly savoring and enjoying the feeling of new found power.

“Mmm… You taste so good, Amy!” she laughed, lapping up the moisture that my pussy gave forth as I felt my pussy contract around her little fingers, “Mmm, gimme more!”

I barely heard her, but knew that the girl was talking in a manner not unlike that of Samantha. She had once shown me that I have an intense fetish for being talked dirty to, and I then found that if it was someone young and sweet like Tabitha, the effect was only intensified.

The girl giggled with excitement as she was met with more juices from my hungry pussy. It was almost as though I couldn’t stop coming, or crying. Samantha continued her soft cooing noises, trying to comfort me, but I was so happy that I just couldn’t stop myself.

“Oh, Sam…” I managed, “It’s so good… so fucking good..!”

Samantha sighed, and nuzzled her face against mine affectionately in almost a cat like way. “I know,” she whispered, “I know, my love… And I’m so glad that this makes you so happy.”

“Oh… oh, it does!” I practically screamed, but was able to clench my jaw as I arched my back.

Unrelenting, Tabitha merely gave both my ass cheeks a firm squeeze with both hands, causing me to moan a little louder as she flicked my clit repeatedly with her little tongue. She then ran her hands down, dragging her fingers across my butt until she brought them together at my pussy. She the started poking and prodding at my labia with her fingertips, teasing me to near orgasm.

“Oh, neat!” she exclaimed, as the girl found that she could just barely manage to slide three fingers inside of me. Tabitha ignored my own exclamation as pussy lips were spread apart, and my inner walls were stretched to their limit.

“Oh! Right there!” I gasped, as she began fingering me with her three middlemost fingers, each time going just slightly deeper than before, covering herself with my juices as I began to come hard.

“Don’t stop now,” instructed Samantha, looking over at the fascinated grin on her little sister’s face, “It’s no fair to bring someone this far, then not let them get off.”

Tabitha nodded, watching me with interest as I brought my arms in. I reacheed out to take hold of Samantha’s breasts before squeezing them for support. She inhaled sharply, and shook her head with a bemused grin.

“I love the way you never let up,” she chuckled, and moaned happily as I twisted both her nipples at once.

Meanwhile, Tabitha had gotten her face closer to my pussy again and was frantically licking my labia as well as her fingers in a desperate attempt to keep up with me. The little teen only succeeded in covering her sweet face with my juices, and made me come even harder.

I almost blacked out at that point, as I could barely feel my body anymore. I squeezed Samantha’s breasts harder, and only fleetingly hoped that I didn’t hurt her too much as my ecstasy took hold. For several long moments I was paralyzed with passion as I climaxed.

It seemed to take an eternity for me to come down. I could almost hear my own panting and gasping for breath as I only half felt Samantha’s multitude of random kisses upon my face. Later I would find out that she came as well, just by watching me. It was nice to know we shared the common fetish of pleasing each other.

“Oh, Sam… Oh, Tabby…” I whispered, my throat feeling sore, “That was… absolutely incredible.”

“Thank you,” giggled Tabitha shyly, and I realized that she was lying beside us once more.

“I never want to move again…” I heard Samantha mumble happily as she held her sister with one arm, and me with the other, “I just hope I have the strength to move later, ’cause I’d hate to get caught like this…”

“Nice fantasy, though,” replied Tabitha, a little exhausted herself.

Samantha and I smiled, barely managing not to laugh out loud. “Yup…” I sighed, “she’s your sister!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” my cousin replied happily, and gave us both a warm, but somewhat awkward hug before the three of us drifted off to sleep.

The End

 

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Slippery Tips: Advice for the Would-Be Erotic Author

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 6:00 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

Note from JetBoy: Our dear site sister Rachael, who has graciously permitted us to re-post several of her amazing stories (which you can find under her DirtyMindedMom moniker in our Story Archives) recently began postng a new series of incredibly useful suggestions for the novice erotic author. Upon encountering these while paying a visit to Rachael’s site, I immediately wanted them for Juicy Secrets. Cheryl and Naughty Mommy strongly agreed, and that’s when we got the idea of setting up our Writing Advice page, featuring Rachael’s tips and much more. Make all her helpful hints yours, and perhaps one day YOU can turn out a story as spine-meltingly hot as Rachael’s “Family Practice.”

This article is very much a work in progress, and we will be adding more segments from Rachael in the months to come. Thanks by the bushel basket to her for letting us post these here (and for allowing me to “lesbianize” all the sex parts for the benefit of our particular audience). We love you, Rachael!

Porn Writing One Oh-Oh-OH! One

I hear from a lot of people who want to write dirty stories, but don’t think that they can. This is just plain silly. Anyone can write erotic stories – ANYONE! It’s been said that if you can talk, you can write. That’s never been more true than when it comes to writing hot porno stories.

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a How-To manual for would-be erotic writers for a while now, but it’s something that could end up being a big project and so I’ve put it off. Well, it finally hit me that I don’t have to sit down and do it all in one shot. I remembered that I have this blog thingie and I can simply write it as a series of posts. Duh.

I don’t want to get too technical or fancy about it, but my plan is to offer a collection of quick tips and tricks to help people understand some of the fundamentals of writing in general and the elements you need to consider when you’re writing about naked people doing filthy things with their genitals.

There’s no set plan for this endeavor, so who knows how it will play out. I’m just going to jump in and see where it takes us. I’ve gotten a great deal of pleasure from writing, and, if I can help other people get the same thrill out of it that I have, I’ll be very happy.

Here goes…

Rachael’s Slippery Tip #1: Write About What Turns You On

When you’re starting out, this is critical. Attempting to write a story based on what’s popular, or what you think will turn other people on, is a recipe for disaster. I was obsessed with studying writing when I was in college, and for years after. I read every book about writing that I could get my hands on. I was full of theory, but when I sat down to write, I worried too much about what my readers wanted and ended up not having anything worthwhile to say. It wasn’t until I started writing porn for my own pleasure that I was able to become completely immersed in the process, and finish a story that I was willing to share with the world. The only reason I was able to get there is because I was writing about something that I cared about and that turned me on (and I mean really turned me on!).

If it makes you horny, it will make other people horny. That I can guarantee. If you force yourself to write about something that you’re not into, it will show – especially when you’re just starting out. If your goal is to get people wet and/or hard with your words, don’t waste time chasing after what you think people want. You know your own kinks better than anyone, so write about those. Do what you love, and the orgasms will naturally follow. (I think that’s how the saying goes, right?)

A question I get from wannabe authors is: What should I write about? You already have the answer. Think about what story categories you’re drawn to, or what porn videos do you most often turn to. If you find yourself standing naked out in the middle of a field, what are you going to fantasize about while you masturbate (because if you’re out in a field by yourself naked, you’re obviously going to masturbate!). Once you figure out what turns you on the most, you’re ready to take the next step.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #2: Start Small

Writing porn is a shitload of fun! But, if you want to do it well, it can also be a lot of work. One problem I’ve seen many first time writers run into is that they’ve envisioned a sweeping erotic epic with a large cast of horny characters coupling and tripling up in an endless array of combinations — but when it comes to translating their opus into a real story, they peter out a few pages into it. For your first couple of stories it’s important not to bite off more than you can chew (or, more appropriately for our purposes, don’t eat more than you can swallow).

When you’re starting out, think in terms of setting up a simple situation that leads to one good sex scene. Daughter walks in on mom masturbating with a dildo and offers to do it for her. Teenage girl wants to learn how to make out and gets her best friend’s little sister to practice with her. Mom sneaks into daughter’s bedroom to filch the girl’s unwashed panties, but the daughter catches her mother sniffing them and offers to let Mom smell her pussy instead.

Nothing fancy, nothing too complicated, just a straightforward cause-and-effect situation. Keep the main action strictly between two characters. There could be a third character lurking around to add some tension, but the sex scene needs to revolve around just two people (or any combination of two humans, aliens, elves, dogs, and/or vampires). Along the same lines, don’t try to have your amorous couple perform the entire Karma Sutra. Limit yourself to one or two sex acts and focus on really bringing those to life. Mom fingers her daughter. Woman goes down on the little girl next door. Thirtysomething housewife ties up her younger sister and fucks her with a dildo. Don’t try to do too much all at once.

Shoot for three to five pages, but no more than about seven. Pages can vary depending on how much dialogue there is, so it might be helpful to think in terms of word count. Around 3,000 words is a reasonable target for your first few stories. Once you get the feel for the amount of time and effort it takes to write a simple story, you’ll be better equipped to know when to begin expanding your titillating tales to include multiple sex scenes, more characters, and deeper plots.

Start small, score a few quick successes by actually finishing some stories, then build from there.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #3: Building to a Great Climax

A good story is like a good one-night stand.

First there’s the attraction, then some foreplay, and it all leads to a fantastic climax (or two, or five). If any of these parts are missing, then it’s just doesn’t work quite as well. It’s the same with a story, whether it’s a three-page quickie or a multi-chapter epic. You don’t need to be a literary expert in story structure, but you do need to understand the minimum requirements if you want to seduce your reader into coming back to your place for the night.

A lot of writing guides explain that stories should have a beginning, middle, and end. I’ve always found this to be a pretty useless way to explain how to shape a story. What’s important is the function of each of these parts. The beginning contains an introduction to your characters, a premise, and a promise. The middle serves to develop the characters, complicate the premise, and build tension. The end is where you deliver the big pay-off, release the tension, and fulfill the promise.

The introduction is the place for setting up everything the reader needs to know. It all starts with an interesting character that compels the reader to want to get to know them better. A mother of two in a sexless marriage who notices her older daughter developing into a desirable young woman. A shy teenage girl who doesn’t know to deal with her blossoming body and wants to explore her sexuality with someone she has trusted all her life. A horny niece who lusts after her aunt, but is crippled with guilt because her aunt and her mom are identical twins. Describing characters in this way easily leads to your basic premise. Mom seduces daughter; teen girl flirts with big sister; niece has sex with aunt as a surrogate for her own mother.

Your premise is the spine of your story. This means that every scene, event, and line of dialogue should somehow serve this main idea. Staying true to your premise will keep you on track while writing, and prevent you from veering off into areas that confuse or distract the reader.

Finally, the premise contains an inherent promise. “Mom seduces daughter,” makes a promise that mother and daughter are going to fuck. “Teen girl flirts with big sister,” promises that at some point the older girl will give in and take her younger sibling to bed. “Niece has sex with her mom’s twin sister,” promises the readers that she will realize that the desire for her aunt is a misplaced lust for her mother and that they will consummate this taboo relationship, possibly with the aunt joining in to make it a threesome. Your set-up can be as short as a paragraph or as long as a few pages, provided each of these elements is included.

The middle is generally the meatiest part of a story. This is a good place for you to tell us more about the character in terms of background, attitudes, problems, goals, or whatever is important to this story as far as motivation goes. If our premise is mom seduces teen daughter, there should be more to it than just her needing sex. What is there in her past or in her mind that allows her to cross that line and commit a forbidden act? Does she have pleasant memories of sex with girls from when she was a teen? Has she always been secretly aroused by incest fantasies? Does a friend of hers confess to fucking her own son and plant the idea in her head? Did her daughter do something to change Mom’s view of her from an innocent girl to a sexually appealing woman?

This is also where you need to build tension. Notice that I used the word ‘need’! If Mom wants to fuck, daughter wants to fuck, so then they fuck… that’s all well and good, but you’re skipping the literary foreplay. Perhaps Mom makes a move, then pulls back. Or maybe she tries something, and her daughter rejects her (for the moment). Perhaps the sparks fly, but before they can get very far they are interrupted. Without building some tension here in the middle, the climax will nearly always be less satisfying.

Then comes the big finish. This is where the promise of the premise gets paid off. Mom fucks daughter. Big sister goes down on her younger sibling. Niece works her hand into Mom’s cunt while Aunty licks her ass. This is where all porn stories end up – generally, no real surprises for the reader. They know what’s going to happen as soon as they pick up on your promise, but they want to see how the characters get there. If you’ve done a good job of building tension, by the time they get to the expected end they’re so excited that, even though they knew full well what was coming, they’re uncontrollably worked up and masturbating like crazy as the final sex scene plays out in all its graphic glory! Once you deliver on the promise and have drained everyone’s fluids, that’s your signal to end the story, and end it quickly. By then, your reader is a puddle of post-orgasmic fluids at this point, so put a clever bow on your mini-masterpiece in the form of a few poignant lines and walk away.

So there you go – all you ever need to know about story structure. That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Set-up, development, pay-off. If you can think in these terms, your stories will be better than half the stuff out there by default – I promise.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, your place or mine…?

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #4: Create an Outline

To do an outline or not is a point of contention among amateur writers. To me, this is a silly argument because everyone who writes a story does an outline – even if they don’t realize it. My view is that even if you don’t think about your story and create some kind of formal outline but just start writing your story, this simply makes your first rough draft your outline – a very, very detailed outline.

Creating an outline for a porn story is super easy (at least it is if you do it like I do). It starts when you have that moment of insight – an idea for a dirty story that you just have to write. Don’t run straight to the computer – let the story live in your head for a little while. Play some of the scenes out in your mind like you’re watching a movie. Edit the scenes until they flow. Get to know your characters by watching them interact in your imagination. Jot down any traits, plot twists, or lines of dialogue that get you excited.

When you reach the point where you have to get the story out of your head and down on paper, so to speak, gather any notes you’ve made and do your outline. At the very least, all you need to do is write a brief sentence or two for each scene in your story. This will allow you to create a basic structure for your story that will keep you on track and insure that you know where you going before you begin your journey. Having an idea for how your story is going to end is as important — if not more so — than knowing where it starts.

Okay, so my idea is to write a story about a single mother who confesses to her daughter that she’s a lesbian — and a sex addict. Here’s my quickie outline:

Sex Addicted Mom (working title)

  1. Mom talks to Daughter, confesses that she’s gay, goes on to admit that she’s a sex addict, and her therapist told her she should open up about it.
  2. Daughter thinks about Mom’s confession, gets horny and masturbates to fantasy of her, even though she’s always thought of herself as straight.
  3. Daughter offers support; Mom asks her to get rid of all her sex toys.
  4. Daughter secretly keeps toys; uses them to get herself off to even more graphic mom/daughter fantasies.
  5. Mom tells Daughter she hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and it’s making her crazy; Daughter gets turned on thinking about it.
  6. Daughter now plays with toys regularly; accepts that she’s sexually attracted to Mom and makes plans to seduce her.
  7. Daughter offers foot massage; Mom accepts and talks about her sex problems; Daughter makes her move; Mom gives in and they kiss passionately, then do oral on each other.
  8. Mom and Daughter go to bedroom and fuck every which way.
  9. Final twist – Daughter finds out that Mom never went to a therapist at all; she was playing a game of incestuous seduction the whole time.

There, that doesn’t look too hard, now does it? These are just the bare bones, and provide enough of a framework to get you going. You can jump into the writing process with a good idea of where the story is going and how you’re going to get there. Like I said, this is the minimum. If you wanted to add a little more detail about some of the “beats” in the scene, along with some more information about character emotions, motivations, or actions, you can do that as you go.

This is what my expanded outline for this story might look like:

Mom’s Addiction

SET-UP

Scene 1: Distressed Mom sits Daughter down for awkward conversation – her therapist suggested she be open with those closest to her and admit two things: first, that she’s gay, second, that she’s suffering from a serious case of sex addiction. She admits that she’s a chronic masturbator and watches lesbian porn almost every night. Daughter is shocked, embarrassed, and a bit angry, though she really doesn’t know why.

Scene 2: Later that night, Daughter lies in bed, unable to stop thinking about her mother’s admission. Begins thinking about her mother’s sexuality, is shocked to find herself getting turned on. She ends up fantasizing about her mother masturbating to porn and fingers herself until she comes.

DEVELOPMENT

Scene 3: Next day, Daughter apologizes to Mom for not being supportive. She asks if there is anything she can do to help. Mom talks more about her sex addiction, then reluctantly asks Daughter to throw away some things for her since she bring herself to do so. Daughter agrees, and Mom turns over a large collection of sex toys.

Scene 4: That night, Daughter goes through the box of toys, finding herself growing more and more aroused. Finally, unable to resist, she gets herself off with a vibrator while sucking a dildo to sample the taste of Mom’s cunt. Afterwards, she feels guilty and disgusted with herself.

Scene 5: Mom is upset, Daughter encourages her to talk. Mom hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and it’s driving her crazy, she’s dying for sex and willing to do anything or anyone. Daughter tries to give advice, but the lust she feels for her mother makes it difficult.

Scene 6: Daughter gives into her urges and plays with Mom’s toys again. Accepts that she is sexually attracted to her mother, and decides to take advantage of Mom’s sex addiction to seduce her.

CLIMAX

Scene 7: Mom is really stressed, Daughter offers foot massage to relax her. Mom talks about how hard it is not to masturbate and how she misses her toys. Conversation and massage become more intimate until Daughter makes her move and kisses her mother. Mom resists, but only briefly, then she gives in, returning the kiss. They undress, then take turns going down on each other.

Scene 8: In Mom’s bedroom, they undress and explore lesbian lovemaking for the rest of the day and most of the night. Mom tells Daughter that she’d be able to give up masturbation and porn for good if they could fuck like that a few times each week. Daughter happily agrees.

Scene 9: Plot twist – Daughter somehow discovers that her mom never went to a therapist, and made the whole thing up. It turns out that Daughter wasn’t the one who seduced Mom, but the other way around!

Again, not all that much work, but now I have a very good idea of what’s going to happen in each scene, what the purpose of the scene is (both on its own, and as part of the big picture), and a sense of how these characters transition from mother and daughter to lovers. If something doesn’t work, I’ll most likely be able to spot it at this stage, where it will be much easier to fix than after I’ve written 3,000 words and realize there’s a problem and have to start over.

A big complaint by anti-outliners is that if they plan things out they lose the creative spontaneity of discovering the story as they write it. This is crapola! There’s a great deal of creativity that goes into making a good outline, which is just as exciting as writing. Also, there’s no rule that says you have to adhere strictly to the outline. If you’re in the middle of a scene and a great idea pops into your head, you’re free to pursue it. Filling in the details of an outlined scene is where the action really is, and there’s nothing in an outline that impinges on the thrill of creating a story.

There’s a lot more to say on this topic, but this is enough for our purposes. Think about your story, make an outline, write your story. These steps are critical to completing the creative phase of conjuring your erotic tale while minimizing frustration and maximizing fun.

If you still don’t want to make an outline, try doing one while naked and imagining me leaning over your shoulder helping you along as I rub my stiff nipples against your bare back. If that doesn’t work, then you’re a lost cause!

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #5: Keep Your Tense Consistent

This seemingly simple little rule trips up a lot of writers (including me sometimes). Your story will most likely either be told in past tense or present tense – “She fingered her pussy” vs. “She fingers her pussy.” A problem I often see is that the writer unintentionally shifts between the two tenses. There are certain cases where different tenses can be deployed, but almost all of the time you need to stick to one or the other. Where I see this shift happen most often is when the story goes from general narration to the action of a sex scene. This is a natural tendency, so watch for it when proofreading your own work.

Past tense is the most common and most ‘invisible’ tense. To keep things easy for yourself in the beginning, this should be your default tense to write in. You’ll most likely find that you don’t really have to think much about it since this is how most of us naturally tell stories to our family and friends. You’ll say “So, I went to the flower shop and bought a dozen roses, and the girl behind the counter flashed her boobs at me,” more often than, “So, I go to the flower shop and buy a dozen roses, and the girl behind the counter flashes her boobs at me.”

Present tense is useful is when we want to give more immediacy to a story (especially when it’s being told from a first-person point of view). “I open the door and see my naked mom shove a zucchini up her snatch” instead of “She opened the door and saw her mom shove a zucchini up her snatch.” Both work fine, but using present tense has the benefit of being able to put the reader right in the moment, experiencing events along with the characters. Whereas with past tense, the narrator is recounting events that already occurred.

The key is to consciously pick a tense before you start writing, and stick to it. When I decide to write a story in present tense I often find myself slipping into past. Once I’m done writing a story in the past tense, I’ll often find myself slipping into it when I’m writing my next story in present tense. It’s a common problem, but one that’s easily fixed if you remind yourself to be aware of it when you’re proofreading your story.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #6: Use Dialogue Effectively

Dialogue is when the people in your story talk. It’s one of the most dynamic and engaging ways to tell your story, but it’s often underused in porn. Dialogue can be very effective for revealing character, for filling in background, for moving the plot forward, and for rescuing your story from being a series of big blocks of dense text on the page. It’s a very handy storytelling tool. The difficult part is making it sound natural.

Accomplishing this is more of an art than a science. Paradoxically, the quickest way to make your characters sound NOT normal is to try to mimic the way people actually talk. Real people are all over the place and if you wrote down what they said word for word they would sound like blithering idiots. Story dialogue is a stylized version of speech that rarely exists in the real world, but feels like it does.

One of the most common problems I see is failing to use contractions. We almost always use I’ll, you’re, and they’d rather than I will, you are, and they would. There are certain idiomatic phrases where it sounds awkward to use contractions, but otherwise it comes across as formal and stilted. This is why robots and aliens don’t often use contractions – it makes them sound weirdly different when they talk.

It’s sometimes good to give certain characters verbal ‘tags’, but be careful not to overdo them. Don’t have Judy start every line with “So,” or “Well.” Use these sparingly and readers will pick up on it. Same goes for accents. Don’t try to faithfully represent a character’s accent phonetically (“I pahked my cah in Havahd Yahd”). This is difficult to read and quickly gets annoying. Again, just a few little hints of an accent here and there will do the trick nicely.

Keep in mind that dialogue is usually a rapid back and forth exchange. People rarely make long speeches when they’re having a conversation with someone. Even if they do, it’s usually a good idea for the other character to inject a comment just to break things up.

Each line should move things forward. If you can remove the line and it doesn’t ‘break’ the forward momentum of the scene, then you probably don’t need it. This is often the case with ‘chit-chat’. Yes, it may be realistic, but for the purposes of a story it must be distilled down to its minimal essence.

Another important aspect of dialogue to consider is the idea of subtext. People are often indirect about what they say: there are the words, and then there’s what’s behind the words.

“Sorry I’m late, babe,” Kate said.

Jill forced a smile. “Not to worry, hon. As a matter of fact, our friends have become quite jealous of all the free time your late nights at work give me.”

Here we see that instead of being angry and lashing out, Jill is saying the opposite of what she feels in a sweet, passive-aggressive way, and she is planting seeds of doubt in her lover’s mind. What’s she doing with all that “free” time? Meeting strangers online for role-play fantasies? Licking her neighbor’s pussy? Hitting the lesbian bars, experimenting with bondage? The best dialogue forces the reader to pay attention in order to interpret what’s really being said.

Beyond the challenge of creating compelling dialogue, there is also the grammatical mechanics of how to present it on the page. There are just a few simple rules, but it’s probably the area that most new writers have the most difficulty with. I’ll cover some of the biggest technical aspects of dialogue in my next installment.

To be continued…

 

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Moonlight Dancers, Part Three

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 12:00 pm

By Ebo

As she followed Vicky down the hallway, Kelly wondered if this was how Alice had felt tumbling down the rabbit hole. It wasn’t Wonderland she was walking toward, but it might prove even more wondrous. No Red Queen or playing card army, no Mad Hatter or White Rabbit, but a beautiful twelve-year-old girl who wanted to have sex with her.

Vicky went to Kelly’s bed, stretching out on her back. At the foot of the bed, Kelly paused to admire the girl lying there. Vicky looked so soft and inviting, tantalizing. Crawling onto the bed, Kelly smiled down at the girl from her hands and knees. Vicky looked up at her, favoring her with that same sexy little smile that had stolen her breath away in the kitchen.

Searching the girl’s face for any sign of doubt about what they were about to do, Kelly asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” Vicky said, reaching up and touching Kelly’s cheek lovingly.

“If you change your mind, tell me, and I’ll stop,” Kelly said.

“You won’t need to,” Vicky said, propping up on her elbows to kiss Kelly.

Losing the last of her self-control, Kelly kissed her back. Kelly’s hand fell on Vicky’s knee, sliding up her taut thigh and onto her stomach. Vicky was so warm and soft, her skin as smooth as silk under Kelly’s fingertips. She felt even better than she had looked from the foot of the bed. Kelly’s hands wanted to know more of the girl, and Kelly let them explore Vicky’s young body. Vicky sighed into Kelly’s kiss, beginning to respond to Kelly’s touch.

When Vicky broke the kiss and went to her back, Kelly kissed the graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. Vicky squirmed, her breathing getting a little funny as Kelly pressed her lips to the pale slope of one small breast. The girl moaned softly as Kelly teased its stiffening nipple with her tongue, her lips. The moan became a groan as the nipple began to ache sweetly. Vicky’s back arched, pressing her breast against Kelly’s mouth eagerly. Smiling, Kelly moved to her other breast, didn’t let up until she thought Vicky was ready for more.

Kelly moved lower, kissing Vicky in the hollow of her rib cage, then followed the faint muscle line down her taut stomach. She could feel Vicky’s excitement building the lower she went, and she wondered if Vicky knew what was about to happen to her. She knew the girl had some experience in such things, just not what Vicky and Alexis had figure out. Rolling her eyes up at the girl, Kelly kissed the hollow of Vicky’s hip, and the girl giggled and bit her lower lip. Kelly thought the girl was holding her breath, her eyes shining with anticipation. Kelly’s heart started beating faster as she decided the girl definitely knew what was coming.

With her hands on the insides of Vicky’s thighs, she urged the girl’s legs wide open. Kelly’s eyes went to Vicky’s girlhood, and she thought it was the cutest pussy she had ever seen. With the faintest fuzz coming in, it looked like a pale peach, as forbidden of a fruit as any in the Garden of Eden.

Like the biblical duo, Kelly gave into temptation, tasted what was forbidden. This peach wasn’t sweet but salty with sweat from their frolicking under the light of the full moon. Still, Kelly had never tasted such tantalizing flavor on her tongue, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Vicky moaned thickly, and Kelly rolled her eyes up. She smiled at the slack-jawed-eyes-rolled-back look of pure enjoyment on the girl’s face. Vicky’s fingers dug into the sheets as her body began to move with a mind of its own. As her hips began to undulate against Kelly’s mouth, her moans became little wordless cries of excitement.

Kelly listened to the noises Vicky was making and it didn’t take long to figure out what the girl liked and what drove her young lover wild. She had Vicky writhing in ecstasy, her cries filling the air above them. With the flick of her greedy tongue, Kelly teased Vicky’s tender bud, pushed her ever closer to orgasmic bliss.

“Don’t stop!” Vicky said, urgency creeping into her voice, “I’m going to come!”

Kelly had already known, had seen the tightening in the girl’s stomach and thighs, had heard it in her voice. She fought to keep her mouth to Vicky’s thrashing body, to finish her off. With one more cry, Vicky’s body arched off the bed. In an instant of intense pleasure, all the tension fled Vicky’s body and she collapsed back to the bed a panting, trembling puddle of singing nerve endings.

With her fingertips, Kelly gently massaged the soft labia of Vicky’s girlhood, keeping the lovely sensations flowing through her young body. Listening to the girl’s soft sighs, Kelly frowned, something the girl had said bothering her. She wondered where the girl had heard the word ‘come’. Kelly couldn’t remember knowing that word when she was Vicky’s age. She had been much older when she learned it, she thought. She hadn’t known a word to describe that explosion of pleasure the first time it happened to her, didn’t even know the clinical name for it until she had health class in eighth grade.

She was about to ask Vicky about it when the girl’s eyes opened, and she gave Kelly sated, slightly dazed smile. Vicky stretched like a cat in a sunny spot and Kelly half expected her to start purring. Kelly smiled at her and crawled up the girl’s supine body to receive a very appreciative kiss.

“God, you are so good at that,” Vicky said, when their lips finally parted.

“Kissing?” Kelly teased.

Smiling, Vicky said, “That too. You are better than Alexis was.”

Kelly gave her a quick kiss, said, “I have almost two decades on her, so give Alexis some slack.”

“Two decades?” Vicky parroted, her eyes wide.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I was younger than you my first time. That was… twenty or so years ago.”

“Wow, you are old,” Vicky said, laughing.

“Hey,” Kelly said, with fake indignation.

“You are still hot though,” Vicky said, smiling up at Kelly. Looking into the girl’s eyes, Kelly saw Vicky meant it.

“If you can say it without the ‘still’ part, I might forgive you,” Kelly said, playfully. She realized she was flirting with a twelve-year-old. Worse, she really wanted Vicky to flirt back.

Vicky sat up and gave her a toe-curling kiss, smiled at her and said, “You are beautiful and incredibly sexy. I’ve thought so since my first class.”

“Really?” Kelly said, surprised.

Blushing, Vicky said, “Yeah. You were wearing these little yoga shorts and… Well, you have great legs. Oh, and a nice ass.”

“Huh,” Kelly said, taking that in. She had been right- Vicky had been testing her, maybe even flirting a bit. It hadn’t been her imagination or just wishful thinking.

Kelly took a deep breath, said, “In the spirit of sharing, I should admit I’ve found you irresistible since first seeing you. Still, find you irresistible.

Vicky sprung into Kelly’s arms, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s neck and kissed her heatedly. In her exuberance, she toppled them over. Kelly ended up on her back, the girl atop her. Laughing, Kelly hugged the girl to her, kissing her back.

Pulling back, Vicky gave Kelly a sexy little smile, said, “I think you are irresistible, too.”

Hearing those words pleased Kelly more than she liked to admit and she kissed the girl deeply. It pleased her, even more, when Vicky kissed her back as eagerly. Kelly didn’t know what this was, this thing she and Vicky had, but she thought it could be… something. The idea was scary and amazing, completely wrong but felt so right.

She was pulled away from her thoughts when she felt Vicky’s hand slide up her flank to cup one of her breasts. Not ready for it, Kelly had to break the kiss to look at the hand on her chest, then met the girl’s eyes. Vicky gave her a little shoulder shrug, then pushed to her hands and knees. Her lips found Kelly’s nipple and a startled moan escaped Kelly. Amused, Vicky met Kelly’s eyes as she ran her tongue around Kelly’s areola.

She may be twelve, but she is far from inexperienced, Kelly reminded herself, stroking the girl’s hair as she continued to tease her straining nipple.

Her heart started beating faster as Vicky moved lower, her lips leaving Kelly’s skin tingling as she left a trail of kisses on her stomach. Kelly propped up on her elbows, watching Vicky work her way lower. Vicky glanced up at her as she pushed Kelly’s legs up and back, settling between them. Kelly swallowed hard, her heart now racing. The first caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud drew a nervous laugh from Kelly.

So this is happening, Kelly thought, moaning. Vicky was going down on her and, as another moan slipped past her parted lips, Kelly was pleasantly surprised that the girl had a very able tongue. As her body began to move against the girl’s mouth, Kelly thought, she has done this before, probably more than once, considering how she has my toes curling.

“God, that feels so good,” Kelly said, her voice thick with excitement. She saw the corners of the girl’s mouth turn up. That smile got to Kelly almost as much as the lovely things Vicky was doing with her tongue.

Vicky eased her fingers into Kelly’s ready pussy, catching Kelly off guard. There was no hesitation on Vicky’s part, and her fingers found that magic spot deep inside that drove Kelly’s body wild. It wasn’t by accident; the girl knew what she was doing, had done this to another girl. Or perhaps, another woman?

She definitely didn’t balk at the idea of sleeping with me, Kelly managed to think through the haze of pleasure in her brain.

Kelly knew about her friend Alexis, but were there other notches in Vicky’s belt? Kelly could see an older girl- a high school girl, maybe- or even an older woman teaching an eager Vicky the ways to please a woman. She had learned it somewhere, that was sure. The only other option was that Alexis and Vicky had progressed further in the sapphic arts than Kelly and Becky had by this age. Kelly had been a junior in high school before she had put her fingers in another girl or had a girl put her fingers in her.

Her curiosity was piqued, but the lovely pressure on her G-spot and the hot caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud was making it hard to think straight, let alone articulate a question. Maybe she’d ask later, but right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and bask in the waves of pleasure breaking on her like the tide on the shore.

With the excitement of the night weighing on her and the secret desire for the girl building and building this last couple of months, Kelly was too wound up for this to last long. The fact that Vicky was quite skilled only hastened her orgasm. Feeling its first stirrings, Kelly’s eyes sprang open, and she realized that Vicky was going to make her come. All those little daydreams and fantasies she had been ashamed of were coming true.

Kelly met Vicky’s eyes, and Kelly saw the girl knew what was happening to her. The faint smile on her lips told Kelly that Vicky was aware of the tension building in Kelly’s abdomen and thighs. That carnal knowledge in her eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Kelly cried out as she climaxed hard. The explosion of pleasure deep inside shook her to pieces and left her a trembling, gasping mess of happy nerve endings.

“Jesus,” Kelly laughed, trying to catch her breath. She felt as light as a bit of dandelion fluff on a summer breeze, and her toes still hadn’t uncurled.

Grinning, Vicky crawled up and gave Kelly a kissed. Kelly kissed her back, her hands on Vicky’s wet cheeks. She pulled the girl down atop her, putting her arms around the girl. They stayed like that a while, just kissing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

Eventually, Kelly said, “Why are you so good at that?”

“I was good?” Vicky said, playfully. The look in her eye said she knew she was.

“Love, you were amazing,” Kelly said, stealing a kiss, “which begs the question…”

Vicky gave a little shoulder shrug, said, “Lots of practice. I spent the night with Alexis ALOT.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Okay. Are there any other girlfriends I should know about.”

“Alexis wasn’t my girlfriend,” Vicky said.

“No?” Kelly asked.

“She was my best friend,” Vicky said.

“The best kind of girlfriend IS your best friend,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Um, Alexis and I talked about it,” Vicky said, laughing self-consciously, “I mean I loved being with her and I love her as a friend. It’s just… We thought it would be weird. You know, holding hands and love letters and that kind of thing.”

“I think if you hadn’t moved, you’d have changed your mind,” Kelly said, thinking about how she had discovered her own feelings for Vicky’s mother too late.

“Maybe,” Vicky said, then blushed, “probably.”

“Where there any other friends like Alexis?” Kelly asked.

“No,” Kelly said, then gave Kelly a curious look, “why?”

“It’s just… The thing you did with your fingers… It’s always just been you and Alexis, right?”

Vicky nodded, said, “Yeah.”

“You and Alexis… You’ve done that before?” Kelly asked, meeting Vicky’s eyes. She saw the truth in them before the girl even nodded. Surprised, she said, “Really? Didn’t it hurt?”

“A little,” Vicky said, a playful smile breaking out on her face, “the first time, anyway. After that… Well, you know how it feels.”

“Wow,” Kelly said.

“Why did you want to know?” Vicky asked.

“I thought… Maybe, someone had shown you how. An older girl- like a high school girl… Or an adult,” Kelly said, and Vicky laughed.

“You are my first,” Vicky said, still laughing, “well, adult, anyway.”

“Are you planning to sleep with more adults?” Kelly asked, jokingly.

Vicky gave her a quick kiss, said, “I’ll wait to see how we turn out.”

Her heart racing, Kelly asked, “We? Do you think there will be a ‘we’?”

Vicky kissed her deeply, then smiled as she said, “I hope so.”

Swallowing hard, Kelly admitted, “I do, too.”

While she had meant what she said, Kelly didn’t see how it could be possible. After all, she was probably going to prison in the near future. She had just had sex with a twelve-year-old girl, and she doubted the judge would grant her leniency because Vicky had all but seduced her.

Snorting in surprise, she realized Vicky had seduced her. Was this the outcome Vicky had hoped for when she disrobed in front of her in this very room? Had Vicky told her about dancing under the stars with Alexis to get her naked in her own backyard? The idea of a twelve-year-old girl trying to get her in the mood made her shake her head in wonder.

“Why are you shaking your head?” Vicky asked, her beautiful eyes searching Kelly’s

“I just realized this was my first time being seduced by a middle schooler,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

Vicky laughed, said, “Not surprising. You really made me work for it.”

Caught off guard, Kelly burst out laughing, “So, you were trying to seduce me!”

“Maybe,” Vicky said, blushing.

“Huh,” Kelly said, laughing. She gave Vicky a tender kiss, said, “I don’t remember being that bold when I was your age, but I’m glad you were.”

“You think I was bold?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening, “I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”

“Didn’t show. You were confident and beautiful and… damned if you didn’t talk me into dancing naked in my own backyard. I still can’t believe you got me out there. I guess what I’m getting at… Is this where you hoped to end up?”

Almost shyly, Vicky said, “I had my fingers crossed.”

“That’s…” Kelly said, then realized she didn’t have the words. Laughing, she said, “You are something else, Vicky. It’s no wonder I couldn’t resist.”

“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Vicky parroted, her smile playful.

“No,” Kelly said, wrapping the girl up in her arms and rolling them until she was atop the giggling girl. She gave Vicky a quick kiss as she got to her knees. The girl looked up at her, curiosity in her eyes as Kelly straddled one of her hips. Kelly winked at her as she lowered her weight onto the girl, their bodies nesting together. Kelly laughed when the girl’s eyes widened, then Vicky started to smile when she realized what Kelly had in mind.

“Did you and Alexis figure this out?” Kelly asked, leaning in to kiss the girl.

“Sort of,” Vicky said, running her hands over Kelly’s thighs, “we never did it like this, though.”

“There is more than one way to trib,” Kelly said, then smiled and added, “maybe in a minute you can show me what you figured out.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Okay.”

Kelly rolled her hips back and forth, grinding her body against Vicky’s. Both of them dancers, it shouldn’t surprise Kelly how well she and Vicky moved together, but it did. The first time with a new partner didn’t always go so well. Tribbing was about giving and getting, timing and anticipation between lovers and it took some practice. That wasn’t the case with Vicky. It was a replay of earlier, when they were dancing under the stars. Without explanation, they found an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Smiling, Kelly thought, Maybe we really do dance to the same song in our heads.

Kelly believed there was someone for everyone out there, a yin for every yang. The more time she spent with Vicky, she found herself wondering if she hadn’t found her yin. The girl was rapidly becoming the best candidate to date.

She pushed that thought out of her head because it was way too early to be thinking things like that. She’s only known the girl a couple of months and tonight was the first time anything remotely intimate has happened between them. While tonight was extraordinary and Kelly couldn’t deny a connection to the girl, it was just silly to be thinking like this already.

Silly, right, Kelly thought, but she really didn’t think it was silly. In fact, just thinking about Vicky being ‘the one’ made her heart get all stupid in her breast.

Leaving the future for tomorrow, Kelly decided to enjoy right now. She’d spend tonight with Vicky like she’d never get another chance.

Kelly ran her hands up Vicky’s stomach, cupping her small breasts. She kneading them until Vicky’s back arched off the bed and she groaned thickly. Kelly’s hips never stopped moving, rocking back and forth against Vicky as her hands roamed freely over the girl. Vicky was soft and smooth, yet firm in all the right places. Try as they might, her hands couldn’t find a part of Vicky’s lovely young body they didn’t find fascinating.

Kelly’s hands weren’t the only ones left to wonder. Vicky explored Kelly’s body as eagerly, her intimate touch leaving Kelly’s skin tingling in their wake. Her nerve endings were responding to Vicky’s caresses, crying out for more. Kelly’s heart beat faster, thinking the girl found her body as fascinating as she did Vicky’s.

As they fed off each other’s excitement, their pace quickened. No words were spoken, but they still knew what the other wanted, because they wanted the same thing. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the space between them, growing sharper, louder as they pushed each other toward ecstasy.

Kelly felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside, and she met Vicky’s eyes. She saw Vicky was close, too, right on the edge with her. Kelly bore down on the girl, really grinding their bodies together even as her body started to lose control. She held it together long enough to topple them both over the edge and into bliss, their orgasms barely a heartbeat apart. Even as Kelly surrendered to her own climax, she felt Vicky shaking with her own.

Gasping for air, Kelly managed a smile for Vicky, leaned in for a quick, but heated kiss. Rolling of the girl, she wondered about what had just happened. It was rare, coming together like that. The stuff of romance novels, which made it seem all that more special to Kelly. As she stretched out on her back, Kelly had to smile.

She blinked in surprise when Vicky moved atop her, nudging Kelly’s legs open so she could lay between them. Kelly raised her eyebrows questioningly. Vicky just kissed her and started rubbing her lower abdomen against Kelly.

Oh God, Kelly thought, not sure she was ready to go again, so soon. Still, she wrapped her legs around the girl’s waist, crossing her ankles behind her.

It was all the encouragement Vicky needed. The roll of her hips sent lovely sensations through Kelly’s body. She hadn’t completely recovered from her last orgasm, and the delicious friction of Vicky’s body rubbing against her own had her nerve ending singing, again.

Kelly saw Vicky’s face pinched in pleasure, heard the little wordless sounds of enjoyment escaping her parted lips and she had to smile. The girl was just going for it, had no reservations about being with an adult. Kelly thought if their roles were reversed, she wouldn’t be as confident as Vicky. That confidence excited Kelly, drew her even more to the girl.

That moment of instant attraction she had felt for Vicky that first meeting was rapidly becoming something more, even if it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t have gotten this far.

Those stubborn thoughts about this being more than a mistake and a one night stand kept creeping into her head. She still wasn’t ready to deal with them, so she pushed them out of her mind and focused on the sensual flex of Vicky’s hips, the sensations rushing through her every time their bodies came together. She lost herself in Vicky, reveled in the girl’s lithe body.

It didn’t take long for tension to return to her body since it hadn’t entirely left from before. Kelly heard the change in Vicky’s breathing, her cries becoming urgent. Her heart racing, Kelly thought they were going to come together, again. Once was romantic, but twice…

She couldn’t finish the thought because her body exploded with pleasure as she came. Kelly felt Vicky shaking with her own climax, the girl’s pleasure translating through her thighs, which were still wrapped around the girl.

“Again,” Vicky said, with a breathless little laugh.

“Again what?” Kelly asked.

“We came at the same time,” Vicky said, kissing Kelly.

She noticed it, too, Kelly thought, feeling all warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. She kissed the girl back, tenderly.

“That’s not normal, right?” Vicky asked, when their lips finally parted.

Her voice thick, Kelly said, “I’ve never had it happen once, let alone twice.”

Vicky gave Kelly a shy smile, said, “Has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

Looking into the girl’s beautiful eyes, Kelly thought, God, I hope it does.

————————————————————–

“Thanks for letting Vicky stay here. You are a life saver.”

Kelly smiled at her friend, thinking it should be her thanking Becky, not the other way around. Last night had been one of the craziest, most amazing nights she had ever had. She had rolled out of bed this morning, feeling like a million bucks. She and Vicky had stayed up late into the morning, making love, then had fooled around again in the shower a few hours ago. Kelly couldn’t get enough of the girl. Luckily, Vicky seemed to have the same problem with her.

Looking at Becky, Kelly felt a twist of guilt about what she had done last night. Becky was a friend and Kelly had crossed a whole bunch of lines with what she had done with Vicky.

“It was no trouble,” Kelly said, hoping the guilt didn’t show on her face. Changing the subject, she asked, “How was the meeting?”

“Amazing,” Becky said, excitedly, “it was a huge success! So much so, they made me the head of the project. Big raise, corner office, the works.”

“Nice,” Kelly said.

Sobering up some, Becky said, “The downside… The head office is in Portland.”

“So… More flights out of town?” Kelly guessed.

“At least a couple a month, probably more at first. At least, until we get the project up and running at full capacity,” Becky said, glancing at her daughter, “I’m going to have to find something to do with Vick’s. Staying by herself for a few hours after school is one thing, but…”

Her heart racing, Kelly said, “She’s welcome to stay here.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Last night was an emergency,” Becky said, smiling warmly at Kelly, “I’ll figure something out.”

“Really, it would be no trouble,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl, “Vicky and I bonded last night. She is a great kid.”

“She is,” Becky said, pride creeping into her voice, “Are you sure? I mean, that would be perfect, but… it is up to you.”

“I’m sure,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend. She couldn’t help thinking Becky wouldn’t think it was ‘perfect’ if she knew what she and her daughter had done last night.

And this morning, too, Kelly reminded herself, thinking about how sexy Vicky had been all wet and soapy.

“Great,” Becky said, then glanced at her phone. Groaning, she said, “We’ve got to go, but we’ll get together later in the week and discuss the details.”

“Sounds good,” Kelly said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Alright Vicks,” Becky said, motioning to her daughter, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, turning off the TV. She came over to where the woman stood, looking so cute in Kelly’s summer dress. She smiled at Kelly, said, “Um, thanks for letting me stay.”

“You are welcome,” Kelly said.

“I’ll make sure we get the dress back to you,” Becky said, looking at her daughter.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kelly said, laughing, “it fits her a lot better than it did me.”

“Thanks, Ms. Chambers,” Vicky said, sweetly.

Amused, Kelly thought, If this dance thing doesn’t pan out for her, Vicky could always be an actress, with this show she is putting on for her mother.

“Bye,” Vicky said, as she and her mother went to the door.

“Bye, Vicky. I’ll see you at practice on Thursday,” Kelly said, walking with them out on the porch.

“We’ll be there,” Becky said, surprising Kelly with a hug. Kelly glanced at Vicky, and the girl shrugged. Kelly hugged the woman back. In Kelly’s ear, Becky whispered, “I’m glad I ran into you. It’s nice having you back in my life.”

Touched, Kelly said, “I’ve missed you, too.”

Becky let go of Kelly, favored her with a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry about that. Had to be said, though.”

“It’s okay,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

Putting an arm around her daughter, Becky headed down the walkway to her car. Kelly watched them from her porch. Becky looked over her shoulder and favored Kelly with a warm smile. That smile made Kelly’s breath catch in her throat because she recognized it. She hadn’t seen it in a long time, not since she was twelve. Not since Becky had moved away.

Uh-oh, Kelly thought, as she watched mother and daughter drive away, that smile could be trouble. Becky used to smile at me like that when she was having naughty thoughts.

The End

 

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How My Daughter Converted Me

  • Posted on June 13, 2017 at 12:15 pm

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2006 }

I was always very liberal with my daughter. I began teaching her about life from a very young age and a part of that teaching included her learning about sex and sexuality. She had a gay uncle who spent a fair amount of time at my home with his ‘girl’ friend. Sam was transgender, but happy to remain half way between male and female. Sam preferred to be acknowledged as a female, and I did everything I could to accommodate her. She had legally changed her name from Samuel to Samantha, allowing her to retain the nickname Sam. We explained what Sam was to my lovely little girl, Christina. We also explained that Michael, her uncle, preferred men to women and that meant he was gay. Chris pretty much took it all in then without a question or anything else, then asked to go swimming at the community pool.

Chris basically took everything at face value, so to her Sam was her aunt. They got on well, and I was happy to let them spend time together whenever they wanted. Sam’s maternal instincts were in overdrive, I would suspect from the hormones she was taking.

My little girl was taught that people had the right to make their own choices in life and no one had the right to say they couldn’t. I educated her to the best of my ability in all things from drugs to smoking to sex. I wanted her to be ready to face the world, and to always know that I was there to help her through anything she needed me for.

So three days after her twelfth birthday, when Christina came to me and said she was gay, I was more relieved than anything. Relieved because she trusted me with it, and I knew that I could support her through whatever hardships she might face as she grew up.

Like any mother, I suppose my first instinct was to deny what she’d told me, but I knew better. Mike had told me he’d always known he was gay. He’d known since before he understood anything else. I knew homosexuality was genetic, so I just assumed it must run in our family. It made me wonder how many of my relatives from the past might have been gay. That brought about a few weeks of learning about long-dead grandparents, grand uncles etc. There was a couple, a great aunt who died in the seventies, and a great grandfather that had died in the fifties. Both had been married. Both had also been quite odd according to what I was able to deduce based on what my mother and aunt had told me. The great aunt had a female friend that had lived in the same house as she and her husband throughout most of their lives, right up until she died, leaving my great aunt alone, having already been widowed by my great uncle.

My great-grandfather took solitary trips to Fire Island. That was all I needed to hear to suspect his fluctuating sexuality. The other clue was that he had exactly one child, my grandmother. This during a time when birth control was rarely used, and Catholic men were expected to father many children.

I, however, was not gay — I didn’t think so, anyway. Mostly I was asexual at best. I had been with Chris’ father for six months and we’d only had sex three times, the third being the charm. He left me when he found out I was pregnant, and that was fine since I was perfectly secure in my ability to raise a child on my own.

During the nine months I was pregnant, I went to school. After having Chris, I got a job as an office assistant and went to school for computer networking. Now I pulled down eighty thousand a year keeping a small company connected to all its customers and employees. In the time since Chris’ birth I’d not met a man I felt drawn to. I basically felt no sexual desire at all. I simply wanted to raise my daughter and play with my computers.

Now, all this is not to say I never masturbated. I had from time to time, but I wasn’t very sexual at all.

Three weeks after coming out to me, my daughter called me into the bath room. “Teach me how to shave my legs, Mom,” she said, looking up at me from the tub. It was strange seeing her in the bath, since she most often took a shower.

“Aren’t you a little young? I mean, you really only need to do that if your leg hair shows, and yours is still blonde.”

I looked down at my little girl, five pounds overweight and cute as she could be with her chubby little cheeks. But then I found myself looking at her legs. I was tracing their lines from her ankle to her thigh. I glanced between her legs to see that there was as yet no visible hair.

I tore my eyes away, a little surprised at myself. I looked into her face to see her smiling at me. “But mine aren’t smooth like yours,” she whined.

And they don’t need to be till you have a girlfriend, I thought to myself. I still thought of her my little girl, such a typical parent thing, I suppose, but she wouldn’t stay a child forever. I decided that since she felt the time was right, I would go with it until I had reason not to. “Okay,” I finally agreed. I opened the cabinet under the bathroom sink and got her a fresh razor. This I handed to my little girl. “Get the shaving cream there and put some in your hand, then rub it on your legs.”

“No, you,” she said, giggling. She handed the can of shaving cream to me.

I remember wondering what the difference was as I took the can and expressed some of its contents into my hand. I took her leg and beginning with the ankle smoothed the cream up to her knee. I could not help but glance between her legs to see that she did have a small patch of blonde hair growing there. It was clearly visible now that I was closer. “All the way up, Mom!” she demanded. I wrinkled my forehead but continued smearing the cream up her thigh. I stopped short of the fold where her leg met her hip.

I took the razor from my daughter. “Now pay attention or you’ll cut yourself.” I pulled the razor along her leg carefully. “See, keep the blade from moving the long way and you’ll be safe.”

I handed the razor back to her and watched as she finished the leg. She handed me the can of shaving cream again and bent her other leg up. “Now this one.” I did as she asked, sitting back and letting her shave her other leg on her own. When she was finished she rubbed her legs and smiled happily. “Smooth,” she giggled.

She reached out of the tub and grabbed my hand, rubbing it on her lower leg. “See?” she said with a smile. I smiled back. She had such soft skin and it felt quite nice, freshly shaved. I noticed that her hand was still holding mine against her leg and she was slowly moving it up toward her thigh.

At the time I didn’t think much of it and simply took my hand away, seeing a bit of disappointment in her eyes — though again, I thought nothing of it.

It was not until later that night as I lay in bed that I found out how much my daughter’s shaving lesson had affected me. I could not sleep, and tossed for quite some time before realizing that the distraction which kept me awake was my libido. I was excited.

Somewhat annoyed, I rolled on my back and slid a hand between my legs. I would get this over with quickly. As a rule, my libido was more of a distraction than anything else.

As I lay rubbing my clit, feeling the familiar build of an orgasm, I found my thoughts turning to how smooth my little girl’s leg had felt, how flawless her skin was. I found myself wondering if the little patch of hair between her legs was softer than my own… wondering what would have happened if I had not pulled my hand from my daughter’s grip.

I came hard, harder than I can ever remember coming before. I rolled on my side and closed my eyes, ashamed. I’d brought myself to orgasm while fantasizing about my little girl. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. The guilt I felt was almost unbearable.

Another thought occurred to me. I wondered if my little girl had known what she was doing. She had always been a precocious child. It could have been possible that she was testing out her sexuality on me. Of course at the time I didn’t believe that, it seemed far too outlandish to even consider seriously. No, I turned it all in on myself. I felt there must be something wrong with me, that I was broken.

The next day I awoke, hardly remembering the night before. I showered and went to work like any other day. When I got home that night around six, I found Chris had cooked dinner. She had it set out on the dining room table with the lights low and candles burning. I set my briefcase down and joined her at the table.

“So what brought this on?” I asked as she scooped mac and cheese onto my plate. She then served me lima beans and mashed potatoes. To her, this was a feast fit for a queen. This meal served by my little girl was exactly that in my own mind, I suppose.

“I love you, so I made you dinner.” She served herself and sat down at the table, digging in right away.

“How was school today?”

“Dumb,” she said with a mouth full of potatoes. “Fiona and I got in trouble for talking in math class.”

“Yeah? Well you know you’re not supposed to do that.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I only had to stay after for fifteen minutes.” She served herself more potatoes. “I don’t have any homework, I got it all done before you got home,” she said, sounding a bit proud. I would still check it, but I rarely had to have her redo anything, so for the most part it sounded like we would have the night together.

“How was work, Mom? Oh it was fine, you know, computers broke, I fixed them,” I said after a long silence.

Chris looked a little embarrassed that she had not asked me about my day. She had obviously tried to make our dinner perfect. “It’s okay, hon.” I told her, trying to relieve some of the guilt. “But just remember, you should always ask how someone’s day is, even if you don’t care. It’s just polite.” She nodded her head.

We talked quite a bit while we ate. I asked her if she and Fiona, a friend she had found since coming out to me, was her girlfriend. She told me that she had a crush on someone else — but no matter how much I probed, she would not tell me who.

We spent the night watching television. I held my little girl close, like I so often did while we sat on the couch. I was really enjoying cuddling her, but then the shame from the previous night reemerged. Almost involuntarily I pulled away from Chris, but she held tight and tried to pull me back.

“What’s wrong?” I heard her little voice.

“Nothing, sweetie, I was just going to get something to drink.”

The trip to the kitchen and back gave me time to clear my head, so that when I got back to the couch I was able to snuggle up with my daughter without feeling dirty. We went to bed a little earlier than normal that night, and again I found myself tossing and turning, though this time from guilt and not sexual excitement.

I woke up ready to face the day. It was Friday, an easy day to face as a rule. I went to work starting to feel better about the fantasy I’d had about my little girl. It was just random thoughts during masturbation, and I should let it go as such.

Around three, Chris called to tell me she was going to stay with her friend Fiona until I got home. I told her to make sure to be home when I got there and hung up.

I made it through the day and headed home. I pulled into the drive and got out of the car, lugging my briefcase with me. I opened the front door to Chris’ smiling face. She immediately took my briefcase and handed me a glass of club soda. “Can we go out to dinner tonight?” she asked me right away.

I pushed into the house and sat down. After a sip of my soda I looked up at her. “Thanks, sweetie. Umm, where did you want to go?”

“Banana’s,” she said. She loved that restaurant. It was a nice place on the south side of Boulder. I agreed, and after finishing my club soda led her out to the car.

We didn’t talk much as we drove the ten minutes to Banana’s. Personally I was just dreaming about the weekend. I had things I had to do, but a few things I wanted to do.

We were led to our seat and the hostess took our drink order. “She’s pretty,” Chris said as the woman walked away.

“You like black girls?”

“Fiona is black,” she told me. I honestly didn’t know. I’d never met the girl.

“I thought you said that you liked someone else,” I said, teasing her.

“Yeah, but at first I liked Fiona, that’s how we got to be friends,” she confessed. “They have cute butts,” she giggled.

“Christina!” I laughed. “Well, I suppose they do,” I admitted.

We talked about such silly things right up until our food was brought to the table. “I did my homework at Fiona’s,” Chris told me. Her tone told me that she was lying, but she had the whole weekend to get it done so I let it go. I did find myself wondering, though, what it was that she’d done at Fiona’s that she didn’t want me to know about.

When we got home, I went to my office to check on the new server we’d just installed at the office. While I was working on that, Chris turned on the television and began searching through the channels.

When I finished checking out the new server, I joined my daughter in the living room. “I thought you were going to ask to spend the night with your friend when you called me today,” I said, half paying attention to the show.

Chris looked up and smiled. “I thought about having a sleepover here, but I wanna have it with you.”

“With me?” I asked, a bit surprised. “I’m an old lady, though.”

“Yeah, but you’re my best friend.”

Yeah, but? I thought to myself. “So you think I’m old, huh?” I teased.

“NO!” she laughed. “You’re not old, just older than me.” Chris began giggling. “Grandma’s old,” she added.

“So what then, I’m supposed to sleep on the floor in your room?” I asked. There was no way that’d happen, but I was teasing her.

“No, I’ll sleep in your room.”

“There isn’t room on the floor,” I told her.

“I knooow, Mom, jeez. I’ll sleep in your bed, like I do at Anna’s when I stay with her.”

That raised some questions in my mind. My daughter’s recent coming out made me wonder what she might have been doing on her sleepovers. I dismissed it, though. I remembered being a curious young girl at her age and the things my friends and I did. Gay or straight, I am sure she was experimenting with her girl friends.

“Okay, I guess we can have a sleepover,” I finally told her.

Chris wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change.” She jumped up and ran to her room. A few minutes later she came back wearing a tee shirt she’d stolen from me. She climbed up on the couch folding her bare legs under herself and letting the shirt ride up slightly. I could not help but look, seeing that she was wearing a pair of pink cotton panties.

We watched television for a while longer before Chris became impatient and dragged me off to my room. I changed into my own extra-long tee shirt. I didn’t bother going in the bathroom. I’d never been ashamed of my body in front of her, and it had translated into Chris not being ashamed of hers.

I turned off the light and lay down in bed. Chris was already under the covers. She kissed me on the cheek and rolled on her side, turning her back to me. I lay there staring up at the ceiling feeling her warmth next to me, and I have to admit it was quite nice.

Before long, Chris turned on her other side and draped her arm over my belly. I wrapped my arm around her and stroked her back absently while I lay there, enjoying the closeness I shared with her.

Chris’ little hand on my belly distracted me, and I faltered in stroking her. I looked down at my little girl, just barely able to make out her form in the darkness. I sighed and returned to my thoughts. It felt nice being stroked this way.

As I felt her hand moving slowly down my belly, I tensed. My clit tingled, and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I had never felt that way with Chris before, but something about this made me nervous.

I suppose she had been building her courage. Chris began tugging at my shirt until my panties were exposed and she could slip her hand under my shirt to rub the bare skin of my belly. Uncomfortable does not cover what I felt then. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard and tried to deny the building sexual excitement I was feeling.

Stop her! I screamed in my mind when I felt her pinkie finger slip under the waistband of my underwear. It felt so good, though — being touched like this. I felt like I was being seduced, slowly, gently. I had to admit, I loved it, but it was wrong and I had to stop her.

I couldn’t stop her. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t say anything. My curiosity had the better of me and I had to see where it was that my little girl was going with this.

I thought she might have been working her way down to my sex. I half expected her hand to rub over my pubic hair. It did not. In a sudden movement she reached up and cupped her hand around my breast. My blood ran cold and I gasped, “What are you doing?”

She stopped and moved her hand away. No wait, don’t stop, I pleaded silently.

“I love you, Mom,” she whispered. Her hand moved slowly around my belly button. I was breathing quick and shallow. The nipple of the breast she had cradled in her little hand was so hard that it pushed against my shirt uncomfortably.

Slowly, Chris slid her hand back up my chest and wrapped her fingers around my breast. I trembled with the shame of it, feeling tears welling up in my eyes, but no matter how wrong it was, I didn’t want to stop my daughter from continuing this seduction. But I had to.

“Little girls aren’t suppose to touch their moms this way,” I finally said with a trembling voice.

“Why not?” Her question was sincere.

“For one thing, I could get into trouble. But it’s just wrong, I’m your mom.”

“I won’t tell. I thought your first time was suppose to be someone you loved. I love you more than anyone else, so I want it to be with you,” she said, not pulling her hand away this time.

I was trying to move my arm to push her hand away, but I couldn’t. Instead I found myself reaching down and cupping her bottom with my hand. I wasn’t just letting her do this, now I was participating in it.

Chris drew closer to me, reaching across my chest and stroking my other breast. She ran her fingers over my nipples — hardening them, much to my embarrassment.

For all of the shame, though, I wasn’t stopping her. For as much as I knew this just had to be wrong, I could not stop her. I slipped my hand under her shirt and stroked her bottom, now only separated from her by a thin layer of cotton.

Chris sighed and pushed hard against my side. She moved her hand from my breast and down my belly until it rested on my panties, just above my mound. My sex was aching now. As much as I hated myself for it, I wanted her to touch me.

As she pressed against me, I felt her rocking. Feeling my little girl masturbating against my body sent a sudden shock of excitement through me. I found myself tensing, pressing into her crotch with each thrust of her hips.

“Baby, don’t make me do this,” I whispered.

“You want to stop?” she asked, sounding desperate.

I swallowed hard and looked at her for a long time, so long that she moved her hand away. Tears streamed down my face. “No, I don’t,” I said, just above a whisper.

No sooner than the words left my lips than her hand was back under my tee shirt and she was pushing it under the waist band of my panties. Her hand moved across my pubic hair and she folded her fingers around my mound.

I had not been touched by another person in years, but I don’t think I’d ever been this hot. I don’t remember any touch feeling so electric as hers did. There was something about my little girl cupping my sex that drove my desires like no one else ever could have. Her fingers spread around my clit, then she closed them back together as she slid them into my hole.

Was I gay? Was this what I’d always wanted? A woman? But she wasn’t a woman. She was my daughter, a child. A girl who was so young she didn’t even need a training bra. Could that have been it? Was it because she was a little girl?

Too many questions, when all I wanted was to feel more of her touch.

My head cleared a little when I felt her tugging at my panties. Instinctively, I lifted up so she could pull them off. She sat up and suddenly felt too far from me as she pulled my underwear off and threw them over me to the floor. Chris did not hesitate to take her own underthings off and toss them next to mine.

She crawled on top of me. She seemed to know what she was doing. She was clearly skilled in the art of seduction — but how? I wondered. How could a twelve-year-old girl know how to seduce a grown woman, not to mention her own mother?

Chris leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. She reached into my mouth with her small tongue and I closed my eyes, sinking into the kiss. God, it was erotic, feeling her small body on my own, feeling her lips against mine.

She reached down and pulled at my shirt, tugging it up until I had to move to get it off. I then slipped her top off, wanting to see her nakedness. I reached out and stroked her chest, playing with her nipples. I was too shocked by what was going on to be much of a lover. Not that I was skilled anyway, I simply didn’t have the experience — but I tried to touch her the way I liked to be touched. I ran my hands down her sides and around her hips to hold her bottom as she straddled my waist.

“Mommy,” Chris said. She was about to confess something she thought would make me upset, it was the only time she ever called me Mommy. “Don’t be mad, but I didn’t do homework at Fiona’s. She let me practice what I’d do on her. She told me what felt good and how to do stuff. She knows about sex stuff.”

“Did you, now?” I asked. She had practiced this. I wondered how long she’d been planning it, building me up to it. Then the memory of shaving her occurred to me. Had that been a part of this plan? Did she have me help shave her legs to plant some kind of seed?

“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked me quite sincerely.

“Of course not.” I wrapped my arms around my little girl and held her close, comforting her.

Finally she sat back up and began to rub my breasts. I was on fire for my daughter, hardly able to believe what it was that I was doing. Chris lay down and pushed herself between my legs. She hesitated only for a minute before leaning in and surrounding my clit with her little lips.

I gasped, hardly able to believe the expert attention she was giving to my sex. Where had she learned all of this? She suckled me, lapped at me and finally slid three of her fingers inside, causing me to moan loudly.

I writhed on the bed. I ached for her touch. Each plunge of her fingers sent waves through me. Finally in a single burst of orgasm I arched my back and screamed, pulling her closer, yearning for more of her hands and mouth.

When it subsided, I lay on the bed breathing deeply, my head spinning slightly and my skin tingly. I wanted to give my little girl this sensation. I wanted to make her feel what I’d felt.

Slowly I got up and eased the child onto her back, where I began planting little kisses up and down her body. I was unsure about this. I’d never done any such thing. I had wondered about it, like anyone else would, but never did anything to make it happen. I never thought for a moment that if I was with another female, it would it be my twelve-year-old daughter.

I’m sure I was far more nervous than my little girl. Slowly I worked my way along her body and down between her legs. I positioned myself so that I could cover her swollen sex with my mouth.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue across it. Chris moaned and twitched with each lick. I slid my pinky into her body and began moving it in and out to the rhythm of my lapping.

My daughter was breathing hard, clutching the blankets, my shoulders, my hair. She had lifted her legs slightly, making it easier for me to reach her vulva. I moved faster, adding more pressure with my tongue. Chris was moaning and gasping and finally she slammed her hands and feet to the bed, pushing her sex hard toward my face. “Oh!” she cried out. “Mom!”

My little girl relaxed to the bed once her orgasm had subsided. I crawled up to lie next to her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly to me. I loved my little girl so deeply, I wanted to cradle her like this forever.

“My first time was with the prettiest girl in the world,” she whispered.

“When you practiced with Fiona?”

“That didn’t count, it was just practice. You’re my first.”

I closed my eyes and let myself drift at the edge of sleep. I thought I should feel ashamed, but I did not. I felt nothing but my love for my daughter.

I had never thought of myself as gay, and certainly never as a pedophile, yet this seemed so right to me. Whatever my little girl had originally set out to do, I don’t really know. What I do know is that the experience changed me. Perhaps I’m not gay, I don’t really feel an attraction to any women, but I feel an attraction to my little girl. This adventure has caused me to redefine myself a bit. I may or may not be a pedophile or a lesbian, but I am in love with my daughter, and that was all I really needed to understand.

The End

 

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Sisters in Love

  • Posted on June 12, 2017 at 12:06 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

NOTE:  The following early story of mine was originally published at the now-defunct Sisters in Love website. I was given my own author page at that site by the SiL owner, and that was where many of my stories had resided, even those published elsewhere, such as at Nifty and Lesbian Lolita.

As many of you know, the owner of the SiL site eventually found religion and abandoned the site, putting in its place an exhortation to find God. I suppose this fact is evidence of how much religion can change a person. She had been consumed with fantasies about sisters having sex together since she was a teenager and watched two sisters kissing, or at least that was the story she told me, and I had, nor do I have, any reason to doubt her.

To my knowledge, this is the only story I published at SiL that did not appear anywhere else, and since I had kept no personal archives, I considered it lost in cyberspace forever. Then we discovered that someone out there had made electronic copies of the stories prior to the site’s dismantling. This led to our Other Sites archive, and JetBoy explained in a recent blog article how that developed. This story, however, is being published once again at the main Juicy Secrets site because, after all, I am both the author of this piece and part-owner of this website.

There was an original foreword to this story at the SiL site, but I won’t place it here since if you are reading this, you know what kind of imagination I have, along with the topic of my favorite fantasies. I spent most of that foreword defending the subject matter that permeates my stories. However, I did laugh at one thing: I used a pseudonym for Lisa’s sister, Rachel, since back then she had not given me permission to use her real name, not to mention she was still under eighteen at that time. As I’ve said – times, they do change!

So, here is the newly polished, long-lost story, which I have re-titled in honor of the dead website to pay homage to what once was a very stimulating repository for wonderful, lesbian-themed, incest-related erotica. And no, I did not know Lisa when I was sixteen years old. This entire story is pure fiction.

It is true that I am a lesbian. I admitted it long ago and recently found myself wondering what it would be like to enjoy sex with those whom I loved the most, my younger sisters, especially Tammy, the older of the two. It wasn’t until I was sixteen and had experienced touching and mutual masturbation with a friend, Lisa, that I found out how wonderful such an existence could be.

I was intrigued by the possibilities with my sisters, but a bit disconcerted by the label that surely accompanied such an act. Incest. It was such a taboo word. Ugly. Like rape or abuse and, in certain circles, lesbianism. But somehow these words just didn’t fit my image of what occupied my mind regarding my sisters. For one thing, I wasn’t wanting to control anyone or force anyone to do anything. Nor was I feeling that anything I could do would be categorized as abusive. My sisters, Tammy and Jenny, were very close to me. We had always been close, and even when I wanted to, I couldn’t control them or get them to do anything they didn’t want to do. In fact Jenny, the youngest, was the most stubborn of the three of us. So the very idea that I could “abuse” them was ridiculous. We loved each other. As it turns out, we loved each other in a way most people would find distasteful at best. But we are happy.

Trust me. If we ever did have any kind of erotic play, it wouldn’t be abusive. Loving, yes. Abusive? No way.

Perhaps I should explain how it came to be that we developed from loving sisters to LOVING sisters.

It was about ten years ago that it happened, when I was sixteen. I had been thinking these thoughts for a couple of months when the fantasy became a reality. And as it happened, I was not the one to begin the seduction. It was Tammy and Jenny who made the first moves. Since I am the oldest, how could that be abusive?

It all began when I was taking a bath and Tammy, who was fourteen at the time, entered the bathroom the three of us shared.

I was lying in the tub, enjoying the down time and the thoughts that were strolling through my mind. It wasn’t that I was horny exactly. I was just feeling, well, erotic. The warm water enveloped my body as I began to remember the time with my friend Lisa the night before. She had spent the night with me and we had fooled around, fingering each other and moving on to hump each other’s leg to orgasm, our usual method of mutual masturbation, but nothing more. Never anything more, it seemed. I was lying there in the water and wondering what it would be like to taste a girl. At that fateful moment, Tammy entered the bathroom. She needed to pee and couldn’t wait. Since we all three shared the one bathroom, I was used to this intrusion. Dropping her shorts and panties, Tammy sat on the toilet and began to talk while the sound of her pee splashed against the side of the bowl.

“Is Lisa gone home?” she asked.

“Yeah. She left about fifteen minutes ago. Why?”

“Just wondering,” she said, smiling slyly. I was immediately suspicious. I had seen that smile before. It meant Tammy knew something she wasn’t willing to tell, at least not without prodding. At fourteen, she could be a pest that way.

“What does that mean?” I asked, soaping my boobs. I noticed her eyes watching the movement of my bare hands as they soaped my larger titties.

“Oh, nothing,” said Tammy. The smile was still there, and as her older sister I worried that she may have something on me. Usually, when she said, “Oh, nothing,” she actually meant, “really something.”

“What do you know that you aren’t saying?”

“Oh, let’s just say I peeked into your room last night, and you weren’t exactly sleeping.”

It was obvious. She had seen me and Lisa together. There was obviously no reason to try to deny what had happened, her look said it all. I was caught.

“Are you going to tell?” I asked, suddenly afraid that she was setting up blackmail of her older sister.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

My little sister, true to form, was being enigmatic. I persisted.

“And what is THAT supposed to mean?”

“Well, it depends.”

“On what?” I asked, expecting something like I have to clean her room or do some other chores normally reserved for her.

“On if you’ll tell me about it or not.”

Now I understood. Tammy was curious and perhaps wanted to try it. I was not surprised really. She is, after all, my sister, and I was the girl incapable of going a day without a thousand sexual thoughts.

“Is that all? You just want me to tell you about it?”

“Well…. yeah.” She was hesitant to admit she was wanting to try it, but she was always the transparent sister. She couldn’t hide her thoughts if her life depended on it.

I realized she was still sitting on the toilet with her panties down below her knees. Her legs were spread, and I could see her downy slit, covered in her sparse, almost invisible, light blond hair. I looked up and noticed that her little nipples were beginning to show themselves through her cotton tee-shirt since she wasn’t wearing a bra. My God, she’s horny, I thought to myself. I felt myself getting warmer… everywhere.

“Well,” I began. “If I do tell you, you have to promise never to tell.”

At this point she would have promised anything. “Okay, I won’t tell Mom or Dad. I promise.”

I realized the omission. “What about Jenny? You can’t tell her either.”

“Too late. She saw you and Lisa too.” Her smile was enough to make me realize I’d been had.

Now I WAS nervous. Jenny, being only twelve at the time, would be harder to convince not to tattle. It occurred to me she may have already done so. Tammy read my thoughts. “She hasn’t told. I convinced her not to.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I told her I’d get you to tell us all about it.”

This was new. “US?”

“Yeah. If you’ll include her in your little story time, she won’t tell either.”

I was suddenly getting very horny despite my nervousness. This was sort of my own fantasy coming true. My sisters seemed to be willing to become involved in my sexual life. Could this be leading to even more? I was curious to discover if it would. I didn’t want to “seduce” my sisters, but they seemed to be trying to seduce me. I swallowed hard and felt the lump in my throat subside just a bit.

“Where is she?”

“In our room. She’s waiting to hear from me.”

“Are Mom and Dad gone yet?” My parents had been getting ready for work when I had started my bath. We were home for the summer vacation.

“Yes,” said my younger sister, grinning in the knowledge that she and Jenny had succeeded in their little “plan” for hearing how I got started with girl-girl sex. The house was ours since we were alone.

I made my decision. Not a difficult one to be sure, and I understood that it had been made the moment she had asked me to tell them about my night with Lisa. “Call her.”

“Jenny!” Tammy called out.

“Yeah?” we heard Jenny answer.

“Get your ass in here! She’s gonna tell us.”

I warmed the bath with more hot water while we waited for little Jenny to enter our mutual bathroom as well as what would become our mutual secret.

“Really?” Jenny asked when she had entered. She looked over at Tammy sitting on the toilet with her panties down around her ankles then at me in the bath. She had seen both of us naked before, plenty of times really, but there was something decidedly different about the way she was looking at us now. It was the same way Tammy had been looking at me since she had entered the bathroom. Now I realized what that difference was. They were both horny and were noticing me for the first time… noticing me sexually. I could feel the moisture between my legs increase. This could definitely be fun, I decided.

I took a deep breath and spoke up. “Okay. I will tell you everything, but ONLY if you don’t tell Mom or Dad — EVER!!!”

Jenny grinned. There was excitement in her eyes. “I promise.”

“First, tell me how you caught me.”

Tammy responded, telling how it happened that my most private moments were discovered. “I heard some moaning when I went past the door to your bedroom. I knew right away what was happening. I listened at the door for a couple of minutes and finally eased it open just a crack. By that time Jenny had seen what I was doing and had joined me. We watched you two humping each other. We saw you shudder really hard, and I took Jenny back to our room and explained that you had had an orgasm. She knows what they are, but she hasn’t had one yet.”

“Are you sure Mom and Dad didn’t notice what was happening?” I was still nervous that they might know something, especially since my sisters had caught me so easily. How difficult would it be for my parents to have heard?

“No. They were already in bed. I think they were fucking in fact,” said Jenny, a gleam in her eye at her use of the forbidden word.

I looked at my sisters. Both of them were staring at me, waiting for the details. Jenny was still in her pj’s.

Tammy was still in a tee shirt and her panties. Well barely, since those were gathered in a heap around her ankles.

“Okay, Lisa and I have been lovers for a couple of months now. We were talking about sex one night and Lisa asked if I ever masturbated when I was horny. We both admitted we did. Then the next thing you know, we were masturbating ourselves. No touching of each other at first. Just doing ourselves. Soon, one of her hands eased over and touched my thigh, up near my pussy. The feeling was fantastic. It was so different from touching myself. Even though she was just touching my leg, the touch was electric. I enjoyed that feeling, and decided she probably wouldn’t mind if I touched her thigh too. So I did. Her moans increased when I did that. We were lying side-by-side and her hand began to inch upwards towards my pussy. I was rubbing my clit and I could feel my skin responding to her touch. Soon her hand was at the crook where my leg and pussy meet. I was sure she could feel my pubic hair. I did the same, moving my hand to the same area on her. She squeezed the area there; I did the same. On we went, me copying her movements. Then she just turned and we dropped all pretense. We were hot for each other. Our hands sought out each other’s pussy. We began finger-fucking each other, lying close together, and we began kissing too. Soon, we began to hump each other’s thighs. Now that is our favorite way to do each other.”

“Have you ever….” Tammy began slowly, not sure how to say what was on her mind. I had been involved in my own story, not really noticing my little sisters. Now I saw that Tammy and Jenny had both been busy. Tammy now had her legs spread and her hand was in her lap, touching herself, not frantically, just enough to keep her pussy simmering. Jenny was rubbing her little pussy through the thin material of her pj’s. I could see through the material enough to notice that she was not wearing panties, but she rarely did for bed unless she was on her period, which had only begun a couple of months ago.

“Have I ever… what?” I asked, thinking I might know the question, but wanting to hear it said.

“…. eaten a pussy before?” Tammy finished, blushing. I decided it was definitely time to try it. Her hand increased its urgency. Jenny was watching Tammy, her eyes moving with the tiny movements of her sister’s hand.

“No,” I answered. “I take it neither of you have ever done anything with another girl?”

My own hand, almost without a thought from me, had begun exploring my throbbing clit. I was slippery wet, and not from the water. I was completely slick from my juices.

Tammy’s eyes followed my hand to its destination. She watched as her breathing increased, matching the gentle rhythms of her own touches. I decided to perform for both my sisters as Jenny turned her attention to me as well. My hand began its trained motions. My index finger entered my soft canal, coating itself with my juices. I leaned back, my left hand joining my right, and I began to masturbate for my little sisters.

I looked over and now Jenny had her pj’s down below her knees just like Tammy’s panties. She was playing with her little clit, which was swollen between her nearly bald, puffy lips. I could see the moisture there and the pinkness of her most private skin. Tammy was beginning to really get busy with her pussy. She had more hair around her cunt than Jenny did, but it was still very sparse. Jenny had a tiny growing patch of soft hair, so thin I could still see the bare skin of her pussy mound beneath it.

The sight of my baby sister’s pussy was too much for my over-sexed brain to handle. I felt my climax start deep inside my pussy and begin to work itself outward to the rest of my body.

I arched my back, and my two sisters watched in amazement as I came in front of them for the second time, but certainly not for the last time in our lives. I moaned and panted out the intensity of it. But it was far from enough. I had decided to taste Tammy’s pussy first, then Jenny’s.

I got up finally and squatted before Tammy’s heavenly, down-covered lips. She was glassy-eyed with her arousal. Jenny left her small chair and positioned herself on the floor to watch. I moved in and glued my lips to my younger sister’s pussy. It tasted wonderful, better than I had imagined in fact. She instantly responded. Her back arched, moving her pussy into my lips. I tongued that hard nub that was usually enfolded within her pussy, but which was now a firm button that was reaching for my tongue and lips. I could feel Jenny’s head hovering. I looked up. She was fascinated, aroused, rubbing her own little pussy. I could hear the squishiness of it. I reached up and kissed her passionately on the lips. She returned the kiss ardently. Her lack of experience was touching, her movements tentative. I stuck out my tongue and she tasted her sister on my mouth. I offered Tammy’s pussy to her. She hesitated for only a second and then plunged her face between Tammy’s thighs just as Tammy moved to the floor, placing her face at my pussy and beginning to lick me. I pulled Jenny to me. Soon we were in a delightful daisy chain. Finally, Tammy came, bucking against Jenny’s cum-smeared face. I then had the pleasure of giving Jenny her first orgasm. She was shocked by the sudden feelings that seemed to slam her body. Finally, I had my second orgasm, my third since the night before, rocking my hips against Tammy’s face.

Finally, we lay back to catch our breath. Then I looked at each of my little sisters.

“I guess you know this changes everything about our relationship?” I said to them.

“Isn’t that great?” Tammy said, smiling.

“I’ll say,” said little Jenny, exhausted and licking her lips to taste her sister’s juices on them.

“I think I agree,” I answered, thinking about the many nights and remaining summer days without our parents home that we would have together, and wondering how long ago we could have started this shared pleasure. “In fact, I know I do.”

*****

Well, that is my story of me and my sisters. We are older now, of course. And we live together as a loving threesome. My parents still don’t suspect anything, thinking we are just together for financial reasons. Roommates. We are more than that, of course. We are lovers. It is a double taboo, being both lesbians and sisters in a loving incestuous relationship. But we don’t care. The world can kiss our asses, for all we care.

In fact, that might even be fun.

 

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