Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Ebo

Dana was stretched out on her stomach on her bed, the fuzzy kitten notebook open in front of her. She tapped her pencil against the blank page, trying to think of something to write. She had finished another chapter of her latest series yesterday and really wasn’t in the mood to for that story right now. She needed something new to keep the creative juices flowing.

It made things easier writing series as opposed to one off stories because she didn’t have to go back and describe the characters or tell their backstories every time, but it also made it harder to write a good sex scene. The last thing she wanted to do was write the same scene over and over. So, finding ways to keep people interested in a host of characters having sex with each for the umpteenth time took some finesse.

She just didn’t feel like messing with that right now.

Thinking about the email she had sent last night to her step-mother, she smiled and wrote ‘The Little Black Dress’ at the top of the page. Like those four words were the key to her writer’s block, the story just started pouring out of her:

My step-mother has this little black dress. It is short enough to show off her long legs and low enough in the back to tell me she isn’t wearing a bra underneath. It fits her like a dream, although I’ve never worked up the courage to tell her so…

Dana blinked at what she had written. It was a huge departure in style from what she usually wrote, not least of all the fact it was in first person. She liked to write in third person. Tapping the pencil against her lips, she thought about erasing it, starting over in a style she was more comfortable with. In the end, she decided to see what happened, to let the story go where it wanted to.

She had learned early in her writing career that she couldn’t force a story to go a certain way. They have a mind of their own, as do her characters. They didn’t always do what she wanted them to. She had read a quote somewhere and she thought it was genius and accurate. Smiling, she thought about it now, ‘A story is like a dog without a leash. For the most part it will stay at your side and go where you want to go, but, every now and then, it’ll see a squirrel and lead you who knows where’.

Maybe this story saw a squirrel, she thought, starting to write again:

…A knock at my door drew my attention and my step-mother poked her head. I waved her in and I saw she was wearing the little black dress I loved so much. Her hair was pulled up and she had earrings in her ears. She looked beautiful.

“Leaving for date night,” I asked, wondering if she could see how flustered how she looked made me.

Sighing, she said, “No. Your father had to stay at work. He just called to cancel.”

“Oh,” I said, thinking my father did that too often.

“Are you hungry? I have a reservation at Micky’s. Want to be my date for the night?”

I know she really didn’t mean ‘date’ but it gave me a little shiver of excitement anyway. Maybe I’m a horrible daughter but I’m totally infatuated with my step-mother.

“Um, sure,” I said, trying not to sound so excited.

“It’s at eight,” her step-mother said, smiling as she opened the door, “wear something cute.”

Then she was gone and I was left to fantasize about our ‘date’…

She paused, frowning. This story was hitting pretty close to home. Her father has been working a lot more lately and he has had to stand her step-mother up a few times. Then there was her character’s infatuation with her step-mother. She shook her head, thinking she had that in common with her character, too.

Re-reading what she had written, she wasn’t sure if she’d publish this story. It was a little too personal. Still, she put the pencil back to the paper and started writing, again.

… I walked into the kitchen and my step-mother looked up and smiled. She put down her cup of coffee and stood up, looked me up and down.

She smiled and said, “You look very beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop smiling as I said, “Thanks.”

“I like your hair up like that,” she fussed over me, making me blush.

“Too bad your dad couldn’t see you like this,” she said, then sighed, her frustration clear. Shaking it off, she smiled at me and said, “This dress needs something. I’ve got just the thing. Wait here.”

I waited in the kitchen as she disappeared from the room. I had to fight the urge to fidget, to touch my hair. I wasn’t used to this sort of thing, playing dress up. I mean, I had to Google how to do my hair like this, for God’s sake.

When she came back, she had a string of pearls in her hands. Smiling at me, she said, “These are my mother’s. They’ll look lovely with your dress.”

“Um, okay,” I said, touched she was going to let me wear the pearls. I turned my back to her, let her slip the necklace around my neck and do the clasp in the back. The pearls were cool where they touch my bare skin but my step-mother’s hand was hot as it rested on my shoulder. I shivered…

Dana had to stop for a second to collect herself. The story was getting to her, maybe even more so than the others she’d written. Being turned on was an occupational hazard of writing this kind of erotica, but, this one was different. Arguably, all erotica was fantasy put on paper but this one was very personal for Dana.

Her hand was shaking a little bit when she started writing again.

…The whole ride to the restaurant, I couldn’t stop touching the pears around my neck. They were so dainty, made me feel pretty.

Ricky’s was a popular restaurant and it wasn’t easy to get reservations. Maybe that was why my step-mother didn’t want to waste them. Either way, I looked around the room at the sharply dressed people, wondered how out of place I must look. These were married couples or people on dates, talking and flirting over expensive glasses of wine. Were they wondering what a thirteen-year-old girl was doing here?

The hostess showed us to our table, informed us our waiter would be along shortly and left us with menus. I wasn’t used to eating at restaurants with real menus, didn’t know what to expect when I opened the stiff bi-fold. I gaped at the prices and the curious names of the menu items. I didn’t see a burger or pizza anywhere.

My step-mother was smiling at me when I glanced up, amused by the look on my face, no doubt. Blushing, I said, “Maybe you should order for me.”

“Okay,” she said, still smiling…

She had borrowed this scene from her own life, an experience she had when her father took her to a fancy restaurant for her eleventh birthday. She had felt as overwhelmed as her character did, looking at the menu. Writing that experience into the story made her smile; it was one of her favorite memories.

…The waiter came and took our orders, then left. My step-mother turned to me, smiling and asked, “So you go to Carver Junior High.”

I frown, give her a curious look, and say, “Yeah. You know that.”

“Come on. Play along. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date with anyone other than your father.”

I got another shiver at the word ‘date’. Taking a deep breath to relax, I said, “Yeah, I attend Carver Junior High.”

“Is that a nice school,” she asked, sipping her water.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying not to laugh. This was goofy. Still, I could tell she really wanted to play this game so I bit back the giggle.

As we waited for our food, she asked me questions she already knew the answer to and pretended to flirt with me. I knew it was pretend, even if my heart didn’t. It was racing in my chest. The game stopped being goofy and I found myself flirting back.

I wasn’t pretending.

The food was excellent, even if I couldn’t pronounce what the dish was called. We continued to talk as we ate, kept up the playful banter. I was a little surprised how far she wanted to take this game but I wasn’t going to be the one to stop. I was finally telling her the things I always wanted and never dared say out loud. And she was smiling that playful smile at me, the one that was doing horrible things to my self-control.

We paid our bill and she drove us home. On the front porch, she dug her keys out of her purse and turned to me. That playful smile was back on her face as she said, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“So did I,” I said, honestly.

“We should have another date sometime,” she said, not unlocking the door. She leaned against it, instead, her body language very flirty.

I looked at her, found it hard to swallow. I managed a smile, said, “I’d like that.”

Then she leaned in and kissed me. I was stunned, gasped in surprise as her soft lips touched mine. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, teased me into kissing her back.

I’m kissing my step-mother, I thought, my head spinning.

Finally, she pulled back and looked at me. I wondered if I looked as dazed as I felt. She gave me a shy smile and asked, “Would it seem forward if I asked you come inside?”

“Come inside,” I asked, my heart racing. I knew what the words meant, had seen this moment in a bunch of romantic comedies but they just didn’t make sense in this situation. Was she being serious or still playing the game?

The kiss had been real, there was no denying that. My lips were still tingling and I could taste my step-mother’s mouth on my tongue…

Dana had to stop, run her hand through her hair. Her body was responding to the story, a heat blossoming between her thighs.

Am I really going to do this, she wondered, looking at what she’d written, am I going to write a sex scene between my step-mother and I?

A knock at her door made her jump and her step mother poked her head in. Blushing, she closed the notebook and waved her in. The woman saw the notebook, started grinning, said, “Writing a new story?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, wondering if she looked as guilty as she felt. Could the woman tell what she had been writing?

“Can I read it when you are done or do I have to wait for it to post on Leslita,” she asked, smiling

“Maybe when it’s finished,” she said, wondering if she would ever dare to let the woman read this story. She doubted it but a little shiver of excitement worked through her at the thought.

“Fair enough,” she said, then remembered what she came here for, “your dad is working late again, so it’s just you and me. Do you want to go get some dinner somewhere? I don’t feel like cooking.”

It wasn’t quite the same but she still got a little thrill by the similarities between this and her story.

“Okay,” she said, nodding.

“Good,” Penny said, turning toward the door, “wear something cute.”

That line made Dana giggle excitedly. It was almost too much.

When her step-mother was gone, she opened her notebook, found where she’d left off. Reading the last couple of lines, again, she decided to go for it. Bad idea or not, she was going to finish the story.

…She took my hand and smiled that smile that made my brain stop working, said, “Come on.”

I didn’t resist, didn’t want to. I let her lead me inside, up the stairs, past the door to my room and into the master bedroom. The door made a soft thunk as it closed behind me and I turned to look at it. My heart was racing and I thought about fleeing.

Turning back around, I gasped as I saw her slip first one shoulder of the dress down her arm, then the other. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the dress slipped from her breasts, gathered at her hips. Then she hooked her thumbs in and wriggled free of the dress all together. My eyes followed it down, saw it pooled on the floor around her ankles.

I let my gaze travel up her naked body, drank her in. She was more beautiful than I had imagined, her lithe and lean figure perfect.

“Now you,” she said, biting her lip as she looked pointedly at my dress.

My hands were shaking as I worked the zipper under my arm, my fingers not wanting to work right. I finally manage to work it all the way down and the side hangs open. I hesitated, a little insecure. The woman was a goddess, absolutely stunning and I was just a girl. Would she like me?

Sensing my hesitation, she came to me, helped me out of my dress. It fell to my feet, the soft material caressing my ankles. Her fingers left my skin tingling where they accidentally brushed.

Maybe not so accidentally, I thought as she ran her hands down my sides and into the waistband of my panties. I giggled nervously as she sank to her knees and slipped the underwear down my legs and off. I looked down at myself and saw I was naked save for a single string of pearls.

I shivered as her hot eyes roamed over me and my breath caught in my throat when she smiled playfully at me.

“You are so sexy,” she said, her hands lightly caressing my legs, then my thighs.

I couldn’t breath. More than her words, it was the look in her eyes. The desire that burned in them made my knees feel weak. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that and to have the woman I’ve pined for do it…

I lost my train of thought as she let her hand slip inside my thighs and onto my sex. I couldn’t completely rein in the nervous giggle that escaped me and I squirmed under her touch. She looked up at me for permission to continue and I bit my lip and nodded. Her fingers awoke my senses and I moaned. The feel of her touching my young body was making me crazy.

“Do you like this,” she asked.

I couldn’t speak, only nodded. The delicious sensations washing through me made it hard to think. I closed my eyes and put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. My body seemed to know what it wanted, even if I really didn’t know. My hips were rocking, rubbing my pussy against her hand.

My pussy.

It was a new word for me, added to my vocabulary after over hearing it at school. An adult word for sure. Considering what was happening to me, it seemed more accurate than any of the things I called it as a girl. Well, a younger girl.

The fingers disappeared from between my legs and I opened my eyes to see what was happening. I was a little disappointed they were gone. Then I gasped as my step-mother pushed her face into the junction of my thighs, kissed my tender bud. Her tongue was hot and wet against me and I couldn’t hold in my voice any longer. Little wordless cries escaped my slack mouth.

I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in me, knew I was going to come. Maybe my step-mother sensed it too, because she pushed me right over the edge and into blissful oblivion. My knees almost gave out as my body went crazy

“Come to the bed,” she said, leading me on wobbly legs to the bed. She crawled onto it, stretched out on her back. I stood at the foot of the bed, admired her laying there with her legs spread wide. Summoning my courage, I crawled onto the bed with her, moved between her thighs.

I’d never done this before but I was willing to try and not just because my step-mother had done it to me. I wanted to do this for a while now, be with another girl. Or woman. Anything but my hand in the dark of the night. It felt wonderful, touching myself like that, but I long for the touch of another female.

This was my chance to do all those things I’ve been fantasizing about.

The first taste of her was intoxicating, the sweat on her skin like a drug that made me feel dizzy. Then the musky scent of my step-mother teased my nose and I inhaled deep the woman. Her hips began to roll against my mouth as my tongue teased her bud and her soft moans were all the encouragement I needed.

Her fingers slipped into my hair, around the back of my head, holding me to her writhing body. I smiled, thinking I must be doing something right.

Just as my jaw was beginning to hurt, I sensed a change in her body, saw her hips jerking without grace. My eyes widen as I realized she was going to come. The thought of bringing the woman to an orgasm was exciting and I kept going until I felt her stiffen against my mouth. Her unbridled cry of ecstasy made me smile and felt like doing a victory dance.

I’d made another person come. It might seem a small thing to you but this was my first time and it gave me a huge confidence boost and no small measure of pride.

“Come here,” she said, beckoning me. I crawled up her and she pulled me down atop her. Our lips met and I felt my toes curl as it deepened.

With one more kiss, she smiled at me, “I hate to be like this but you have to go. My husband will be home at any minute.”

I had to laugh, thinking I can’t believe she was still playing the game.

“Call me tomorrow, though,” she said, smiling at me, “I want to see you, again.”

“I will…” I said, thinking I just might ‘call’ her tomorrow. After all, the game must go on…

Finished, she dropped the pencil, ran her hand across her mouth. Looking at the sloppy prose at the end of the story, she had to smile. By then she had been so excited, her hand wouldn’t stop shaking. The story had her a horny mess, as turned on as she’d ever been before.

Reaching behind her, she snagged a pillow, stuffed it between her legs. She ground her body against it as she re-read her story. The flex of her hips  and the feel of the soft material rubbing against her very sensitive bud made her moan and sigh. By the time she made it to the part of the story with her and her step-mother standing on the porch, she was biting her lip to keep her voice down.

Getting to her knees, she picked the notebook up so she could read as she continued to hump her pillow. Her hips were almost a blur, rocking so fast back and forth that she was in danger of starting a friction fire. She couldn’t stop, it felt so good.

As the tension built in the story, so it built in her. It was a little different this time; she thought she was going to come with her step-mother. Her hips jerked and she had to focus on her form, force her hips to keep rocking back and forth. Then her step-mother cried out in the story and she felt her body go crazy with her own orgasm. She dropped the notebook, sank her fingers into the pillow as she shook.

“Jesus,” she husked, brushing her hair out of her face. It stuck to her forehead, now sweaty from her efforts. She shook her head, then crawled off her pillow.

It wasn’t the first time she’d abused the poor thing after finishing a story or reading a good one on Lesbian Lolita but it had never been like that. Her need had been frantic, undeniable. She was still shaking, her orgasm so intense.

Continue to Chapter Three!

by Tiger Kitten

One night, Ana had to go out, so Lily was left in charge of watching her sister until their mother returned home.

Lily decided to take a long bubble bath, something she had not done for quite some time. She went into her bathroom and filled the tub, adding bath beads to generate the bubbles, until the tub was full of warm, frothy water. She lay her head back against the porcelain rim of the tub and closed her eyes, enjoying the luxurious feeling of the water around her body.

“What are you doing?” said a voice, breaking her concentration. It was Piper. Lily hadn’t bothered to close the door, so her little sister had simply walked in.

“What does it look like, silly? I’m taking a bath.” She said it with a smile, though.

“Can I get in, too?”

Lily considered it for a moment. The tub was big enough for both of them. “Sure, honey,” she said. “Come on in.”

Piper scampered happily over to the tub and climbed in, Lily offering her sister a hand so Piper could steady herself while stepping over the lip of the tub. Piper was now standing directly in front of her sister, her bare slit inches from Lily’s face. The older girl’s eyes drifted towards Piper’s sex, and she swallowed hard, suddenly reminded of what her mother had said earlier.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Lily said. “C’mon in.”

Piper did sit down, but not quite as Lily had expected. She had expected Piper to sit on the opposite side of the tub, facing her. Instead, Piper planted herself directly in front of her sister, sitting between her legs, with her back against Lily and her head nestled directly in between her big sister’s breasts.

Lily reached for the plastic cup that rested on the basin around the tub, picked it up, and dipped it in the water. She told Piper to lean her head back and close her eyes, which the little girl obediently did. Lily poured the hot, soapy water over Piper’s head, soaking her hair. Then she did it a second time. After the second time, she poured a cup over Piper’s bare shoulders, wetting the girl’s skin.

Piper opened her eyes and smiled up at her sister, her cheek resting against Lily’s breast. Again, Lily swallowed hard. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind: Do you ever go… any further with her? More than, um, just kissing?

“Lily,” said the child, her face suddenly serious, “can I ask you something, well, kinda personal? Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Okay,” Lily replied carefully. Piper was a very inquisitive girl and Lily was used to her questions, but she’d never asked one with such a preamble.

“Have you ever had sex?”

Lily was taken aback. Still, the question was asked so innocently that she couldn’t be angry at her sister. Instead, she took Piper’s wet hair in her hands and began to idly comb it with her fingers.

“No, I haven’t,” she said. “I’m going to wait until I’m older.”

“Why do some people call it ‘having sex’ and some people call it ‘making love’?” Piper asked.

“Hmmm… well, I think that, when you have sex with someone you really love, it’s called ‘making love’ but if it’s just for fun, it’s just called ‘having sex’.”

“Oh. So, then… have you ever made love?”

Lily laughed. “No, I haven’t done that either.”

“Do you think it will be with a boy or a girl?” Piper asked.

Lily was a bit shocked by the question. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because most girls have sex with boys, right? But some girls have sex with other girls instead.”

Lily considered the question long and hard. She had always imagined her first time would be with a boy, but she had never thought seriously about it.

“I don’t know. I guess with a boy.”

“Why not another girl?”

“Jeez, Piper, I don’t know. I just never thought about it.”

“But would you ever try it?”

“I guess so. Sure, I could. It depends on the girl.”

“Can I tell you a secret, Lily?” Piper asked quietly. “One you can’t tell anyone, even Mom?”

Lily’s curiosity was piqued. Piper didn’t usually act like this. “Cross my heart.”

“You know my friend Tammy?”

Lily nodded. Tammy was a pretty, freckled redhead girl from Piper’s class who had been over to the house a number of times.

“One time, I was over at her house after school, but her mom wasn’t home from work yet because she was late, so Tammy and I played this game she made up called ‘The Husband and Wife Game’.”

“What kind of game was it?” Lily asked.

“Well,” Piper said, “we pretended Tammy was my husband and I was her wife. I put on an apron and went into the kitchen and pretended I was cooking dinner. Tammy got her Dad’s old briefcase, then went outside, then came back in like she was coming home from work, you know?

“She came into the kitchen and tried to kiss me but I wouldn’t let her. She told me that I was playing wrong because husbands and wives are supposed to kiss each other. So I kissed her.”

Lily could feel warmth, even hotter than the water, spreading through her body. She shifted… but that only made things worse, as she became even more aware of the sensation of Piper’s body against hers. Her sister didn’t seem to notice.

“What happened next?” Lily asked.

“Tammy said she wanted to kiss some more, but in her parents’ bedroom. So we went into her bedroom and I lay down on the bed. Tammy climbed on top of me and we started to kiss. At first, I was kind of nervous, but then I started to really like it. She started to kiss my neck… and she was putting her tongue in my mouth. Like we do, but more… intense.”

“Did you two… do anything else?” Lily asked, half-dreading the answer even as her heart raced.

“No,” Piper said, a bit disappointed. “Her mom came home, and we got in trouble for being in her room… but she didn’t know we were kissing.”

“Wow.”

“Have you ever played a game like that?”

“No,” Lily replied, imagining it.

“It was kind of fun. We never played it again, though.”

Lily hesitated, then said, “Um… would you like to play it now?”

“Really?” Piper asked, her face lighting up. “You and me?”

“Sure… if you’d like to.”

“Yeah!” Piper squealed. “So what are we waiting for?”

The two girls quickly climbed out of the tub. Lily toweled herself off and then did the same for Piper, perhaps lingering a bit longer than she normally would have, especially around Piper’s bottom and thighs.

When they were dry, Lily found one of their father’s old briefcases and gave it to Piper. Once they were downstairs, the child went outside, while Lily put on an apron and waited in the kitchen, pretending she was fixing dinner. She was giddy with excitement, as if she were embarking on some unknown adventure.

The door opened. “Honey, I’m home!” Piper called out in a deeper voice.

“Hi, sweetie!” Lily replied. “I’m in the kitchen.”

Lily watched over her shoulder as Piper walked into the room, strutting like a man, and set the briefcase down. She walked over to Lily, who bent down to give her “husband” a kiss. Piper certainly didn’t resist like she had with Tammy.

“How was work?” Lily asked.

“Another day, another dollar,” said Piper in that mock-masculine voice.

Lily stopped. “You know, you don’t have to pretend to be a man. It sounds kind of silly.”

Piper frowned slightly. “But… I’m the husband, right?”

“Well, like you said, sometimes girls… do sex stuff with other girls, too, right? Why can’t we both be wives?”

“So… then we’d be playing ‘Wife and Wife’? Like we’re women… but we’re married too?”

Lily shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s all pretend, anyhow.” She leaned in to rub noses with her sister. “Besides, you’re much cuter as a girl.”

“Okay!” Piper nodded, blushing slightly at her big sister’s compliment. She paused for a moment, getting into character. Then she said, “What’s for dinner, honey?”

“Your favorite… Kraft macaroni and cheese with applesauce on the side.”

“That smells delicious, honey,” Piper said in a suddenly seductive tone, “but you look good enough to eat!”

Lily gasped, then giggled. “Piper, where did you learn to say something like that?”

Piper scowled. “Shh! You’re supposed to be pretending!”

“Oh, sorry.” Lily cleared her throat, then cooed, “That’s so sweet of you, dear.”

Piper stood beside her “wife”, inspecting the make-believe dinner that Lily was preparing. She placed her hand on Lily’s lower back… then let it drift down to touch her sister’s bare bottom. Lily was surprised how nice Piper’s hand felt, caressing her ass.

“You know, honey,” Piper said softly, “I’m not really hungry right now. Why don’t we go to bed a little early tonight?”

Lily turned to look at Piper, who was still touching her butt. Something in her sister’s eyes made her shiver with excitement. She carefully placed the wooden spoon she was holding on the counter. “All right.”

Taking her little sister by the hand, Lily led her up the stairs to the bedroom they shared. They went into the room and Lily shut the door behind them. Without saying much, the two climbed into bed together.

“Good night, honey,” Lily said, her heart throbbing with excitement. “Kiss me goodnight?”

Lily gasped in surprise as Piper climbed on top of her and their mouths came together. At first, it was the same kind of kissing they usually did before bed, a sweet expression of love for one another. Quickly, though, the feeling of it began to change. Lily felt something more aggressive in her sister’s kissing than she was used to.

To her surprise, Lily reacted by meeting Piper’s fierceness with an intensity of her own. She held the girl tightly against her as the two began French kissing, plunging her tongue into her baby sister’s mouth with abandon.

Soon, Piper was kissing her way down her big sister’s neck. Lily was moaning before she was even aware she was doing it. Piper’s mouth found her sister’s once more, and the two girls kissed passionately for a long while.

“Piper,” said Lily, breaking the kiss but breathing heavily, “can I get on top now?”

“Okay,” Piper said, her face slightly flushed.

They rolled over so that now Lily was on top of her sister, then resumed their increasingly frenzied kissing. The girls were now both glistening with sweat and panting in excitement, their bare bodies pressed tightly together.

Lily’s lips trailed across the little girl’s cheek to her ear, where she sucked on the lobe while Piper gasped in delight. She kissed Piper’s ear a few times, Lily then playfully nuzzled the child’s cheeks, forehead, and chin… moving down to her soft neck, then kissing Piper along her jawline. Piper tilted her head this way and that to accommodate her sister, who planted kisses down to the hollow of Piper’s throat.

By this point, Piper had her fingers in Lily’s hair, purring with pleasure as she cradled her big sister’s face to her little girl’s body. Lily, now tingling from head to toe with an arousal such as she had never known, continued downward. She kissed Piper all over her flat, bony chest, her tongue licking playfully at her sister’s nipples… then she took one between her lips to suckle.

“Oh, Lily,” Piper breathed. “I like that…”

Lily took turns switching from one taut nipple to the next, licking, sucking, lightly biting them to make Piper gasp. It was incredible… but she wanted to explore more of her sister’s body. The child whimpered in frustration as Lily released a nipple from her mouth with a wet sound and continued on her southward journey.

When she reached Piper’s tummy, she teased her sister’s belly button with the tip of her tongue, then nuzzled the softness of the girl’s skin, resting her face there, thinking of the treasure that still awaited her further down… the warm secret that nestled between Piper’s legs.

She managed to stop herself before she went as far as that, though, and worked her way back up to Piper’s mouth, where the sisters shared a hot, hungry kiss.

“My turn,” whispered Piper. Lily just nodded in acquiescence, and their mouths met again, tongues sparring playfully.

Lily rolled over, pulling her ten year old sister on top of her without breaking their kiss. At first, it was a repeat of what Piper had done earlier, kissing Lily all over her face and neck. Then she did what Lily had, journey down her sister’s body until she came to the teenage girl’s breasts. Piper shyly kissed them both… first the right one, and then the left. Then she began to lick and suck her big sister’s nipples, marveling at how they stiffened to the touch of her lips.

Lily was on fire, aroused more than she could have imagined from the feeling of her little sister’s soft, tiny mouth on her breasts. She moaned and sighed, which only encouraged Piper. Her hands began to shyly wander over her sister’s little-girl body, stopping just short of touching her bottom.

Finally the ten-year old moved down further to kiss Lily’s tummy for a while before returning to her round, perky tits. Once again she took her big sister’s nipple into her mouth to suck. This time, though, she allowed her hand to rest on Lily’s other breast. Lily cooed happily at Piper’s touch.

Piper, hearing that, began to caress the softness of her sister’s left breast… her mouth still pleasuring the other. Then she sat up straight, smiling at Lily, licking her lips. She gazed lovingly into her sister’s eyes as she placed her hands over Lily’s breasts, fondling them. Lily whispered, their pretending game now forgotten, “Oh, Piper… that feels so good.” She reached up to place a hand behind her sister’s head, drawing Piper’s face to hers so they could kiss again.

Their mouths and bodies ground together as their passion increased. Lily was now fucking her sister’s mouth with her tongue, her hands sliding down Piper’s back to cup her bare bottom. Piper wrapped her arms around her big sister’s neck, thrusting her pelvis against Lily’s in an unconscious attempt to relieve the sudden tingling the ten-year-old felt between her thighs.

At last, Piper gently broke their kiss… and the two trembling sisters gazed in wonderment at each other.

“Piper…” Lily whispered. “We’re going to have sex, aren’t we?”

“No,” Piper replied. “We’re going to make love.”

Lily sighed happily, smothering Piper’s mouth with her own. There was no longer any trace of the innocent, affectionate kissing they had engaged in on previous nights. This was raw, burning lust that they both felt. Lily desired her baby sister more desperately than anything she had ever wanted in her life… and Piper seemed to feel the same way, clutching tightly to her big sister while their tongues wrangled hotly.

Breaking the kiss, Lily licked a path down her baby sister’s body until she reached Piper’s chest. She began kissing and licking the girl’s left nipple… then moved to the right one, flicking her tongue against the pink tip, pausing to gently bite it. Her sister’s skin was so creamy and smooth that it reminded Lily more of warm milk than flesh. Piper whimpered in delight as her sister pleasured her nipples with her eager mouth.

Lily’s nipple play did not last for very long. She knew that Piper’s babyish breasts were only a brief stop on her way to her ultimate destination. Piper knew that as well. Although she had no real sexual experience, the ten-year-old girl sensed from the sweet ache between her thighs exactly what she needed next from her big sister.

Lily continued downward, brushing her lips across Piper’s belly until she reached the place where her sister’s pubes would begin to grow soon. Now trembling with excitement, Piper parted her thin legs, giving her big sister access to her most private places.

Lily gazed, enthralled, at the pristine treasure hidden between her sister’s thighs. The little girl’s bare vagina was the most beautiful thing Lily had ever seen. Sure, she had seen her little sister naked countless times before… but never had she gazed upon Piper’s flower in all its perfect loveliness with these feelings of desire coursing through her body.

The cute naked teenager savored the heavenly sight of the pussy she was about to taste. The fact that it belonged to a child, and that the child was her sister, made no difference to Lily. If anything, that only made the experience sweeter.

She moved in, her tongue emerging to lightly lick at Piper’s slit.

“Oh, Lily,” her sister moaned, “that feels… incredible.” She pressed her head back into her pillow. “Oh, yes.”

All at once Lily dove in, covering the little girl’s bare vagina with her whole mouth, her tongue pressing into Piper’s slit as if it were a tiny cock. Piper gasped in delight. “So… so g-good!” the child stammered, placing shaking hands in her sister’s hair as Lily pleasured her.

Lily had never performed oral sex on anyone, let alone another girl… but everything came to her naturally, as if she’d been doing it her whole life long. She slid her tongue up and down the narrow slit, then kissed the velvet-soft folds of Piper’s labia, which were devoid of even peach fuzz. Her lips were tingling from the excitement of oral love… and her tongue was coated with the sweetness of Piper’s honey, a taste so compelling that Lily’s only desire, besides the need to please her sister, was for more of Piper’s essence.

All the while, Piper squeaked and cooed, gasped and moaned. Her small body was filled near to overflowing with sensations racing from her vagina to the tips of her fingers and toes. She buried her fingers in Lily’s hair, feeling the warmth and softness of her sister’s tresses while she felt the warmth and softness of her sister’s tongue in her most secret, mysterious place.

Lily feasted upon her ten-year-old sister’s virgin slit. Her heart was pounding, head spinning. Her own pussy was oozing fluids that trickled down her thighs. She was on her hands and knees now, her face buried between her sister’s legs, her ass presented without shame. She had been naked for weeks but never this exposed before. And she loved it.

Drawing her face away from Piper’s pussy, Lily rested her now moist cheek against her sister’s thigh. Slowly, carefully, she slid her index finger into the girl, feeling Piper writhe as the digit entered her body. Lily slid it in deeper, cautiously, but the girl didn’t complain. Lily fingered the child slowly and lovingly, occasionally leaning it to lick up the juices that leaked out from her bare slit.

“This feels so nice,” Piper whispered.

“You taste delicious, baby,” Lily whispered back.

“What does it taste like?”

“You try it.”

Lily withdrew her finger from inside her sister’s cunt and offered it to her. Piper at once took the finger in her mouth, sucking off the juices. She clucked her tongue, tasting it. “It’s okay, I guess… don’t know if I’d call it delicious,” she said.

“Maybe that’s because it’s your own pussy,” Lily offered. “To me, it tastes like heaven.”

“I want to try tasting yours,” Piper said, after a moment’s hesitation. “Can I, Lily?”

Lily reached out to caress her sister’s cheek. “Sure you can. Lie back.”

Piper lay her head back onto her pillow. Lily rose to her knees and shuffled up the bed until she was about next to her sister’s head, then draped a leg over Piper until she straddled the young girl’s face, her legs spread apart. Piper’s mouth was inches from Lily’s cunt, which was glistening with moisture.

Lily looked down her body to see the smiling face of her kid sister, looking up from between her thighs.She reached down and stroked the girl’s cheek.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Yes,” Piper said quietly. “I love you, Lily.”

And with that, she lifted her head and took her first, tentative lick of her big sister’s pussy. An electric current seemed to surge through Lily’s body. The teenager shivered with delight as Piper licked again, this time more boldly… then her baby sister began to feast on Lily’s dripping vagina, making the cute teen whimper as the electricity she felt grew more intense.

It didn’t take long for Piper to find Lily’s clitoris… and when her tongue first touched it, Lily moaned loudly, her body rocked by a helpless shudder of purest pleasure. Piper began to focus on that one spot that had drawn such a response from her sister. Soon Lily’s body was rocking with rapturous delight as her ten year old sister licked and sucked on her clit relentlessly.

With her left hand, Lily began squeezing and fondling her breasts… and with her right hand, she reached back behind her and began fingering her little sister’s bare slit.

With this added encouragement, Piper began to lick and suck her big sister’s cunt more passionately than ever. Her tongue explored every fold of Lily’s vagina and she probed as deeply as she could into her sister’s body. Her small hands clutched tightly at Lily’s thighs, her fingers digging into the older girl. She didn’t understand everything that she was feeling at that moment, but she knew she never wanted to stop.

Lily withdrew her fingers from between her sister’s legs, brought them to her lips and licked the wetness off. Then she carefully slung her leg back over Piper’s body until she was no longer on top of her sister.

“What are you doing?” Piper gasped. “I want to lick you some more.”

“You can,” said Lily, “but I want to lick your pussy, too.”

Piper frowned. “Okay… but I get another turn soon.”

“We don’t have to take turns, kiddo,” Lily cooed. “We can do it together at the same time.”

And with that, Lily lay down on her back next to Piper and instructed the girl on what to do next. Piper straddled her sister’s head, facing Lily’s feet. Lily reached out and gently stroked Piper’s adorable bottom. The girl draped her leg over Lily’s body and positioned herself so that her face was directly above Lily’s pussy.

The ten-year-old wasted no time in burying her face between her sister’s thighs, claiming Lily’s cunt with her mouth.

As her little sister licked wildly at Lily’s sex, the older girl realized she had a small problem. Because she was taller than Piper, her mouth was not close enough to Piper’s bare pussy for her to lick it. However, the little globes of the girl’s bottom were directly in front of her… and the small pink cleft of her sister’s anus was easily within reach.

Parting the little girl’s buttocks, Lily licked her lips, then allowed her tongue to flick lightly through her sister’s crack. Piper moaned, but did not interrupt her licking. Lily licked at Piper’s sweet hole again, this time swirling her tongue around the rim of the child’s anus. She almost laughed out loud at how her life had changed. Just weeks ago, she had been a normal teenager. Now she was licking her ten-year-old sister’s asshole and loving it.

The two sisters were lost in mutual passion – Piper eagerly licking her big sister’s pussy, Lily tenderly probing her little sister’s ass with her tongue. It was heavenly, but Lily knew it could not last much longer. Her orgasm was approaching with the speed and certainty of a freight train. She could already feel her hips beginning to buck as her climax built up to its explosive finish. Wanting her sister to come at the same time, she slipped her fingers between Piper’s legs to caress the child’s clitoris.

Suddenly Lily cried out in ecstasy. Her pelvis bucked and heaved as her orgasm struck like a thunderstorm, shaking her body mercilessly. Somehow, though, she managed to keep pleasuring her little sister… and within seconds Piper moaned as her own climax overtook her… the little girl’s body heaving as Lily teased her clit mercilessly, driving her to heights of pleasure that Piper never knew was possible.

Gradually, the tide receded for them both. Their bodies relaxed, and an exhausted Piper climbed from her sister’s face, exhaling noisily as she collapsed next to Lily. Her sister opened her arms without a word, and the little girl snuggled into her sister’s embrace.

“Are… are you okay?” Piper asked.

“Mmmm… fabulous,” Lily breathed.

“What happened?” the child asked.

“I had an orgasm. So did you, I’d say.”

“Wow… I gave you an orgasm!” Piper said slowly.

“Several of them, I think,” Lily murmured.

Piper laughed and hugged her sister tightly. The two girls embraced, never wanting to let go, wanting this moment and this night to last for all of eternity. But it was late and both girls were tired.

“I love you so much, little angel,” Lily told her sister.

“I love you too,” the girl replied, her eyes warm with adoration.

They kissed tenderly before snuggling up together beneath the blankets and falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

From that day on, the girls’ routine changed. Every night, they went to bed early and made love until they were too tired to continue. Both girls knew what they wanted and they never hesitated in pursuing their desire for one another.

They made love in the morning as well, before their mother was awake. Often, Lily would be awakened by the touch of her little sister’s mouth, delicately suckling her breasts. Or Piper might stir in her sleep as Lily’s fingers lovingly fondled her pussy, then gently awaken, at which point the two girls would greet the new day by making sweet, wonderful love. Each time, they coupled with the reckless enthusiasm of children… but with a depth of true love that only two sisters could feel for one another.

The only problem Lily and Piper faced was keeping their lovemaking hidden from Ana. She did not disapprove of their sharing the same bed but, as Lily told Piper, their mother would be very upset if she found out the true nature of their relationship. So the two young lovers had to be very careful that their sexual noises did not carry outside the room, which put an unfortunate limit on how they could express their passion vocally. They were free to have sex when their mother was not home but sometimes their hunger for one another became too intense to wait until bedtime.

Most often, the sisters would sneak off into the woods for their mid-day lovemaking. One of them would suggest a walk in the woods. Once they were far enough away from the house, their tongues would entangle and their limbs would mesh as they pulled one another to the forest floor. There, beneath the trees, they would finger and lick and caress each other until their appetite was satisfied. The only drawback was that, quite often, their mother wanted to accompany her daughters on their forays into the forest, ruining their plans. Lily and Piper had to settle for what they could get.

Continue on to Part Three!

by Lori’s Mommy

When I picked Lori up from school on Friday, she immediately told me what she wanted to do for our date. No hello, no “Hi, Mommy,” nothing but that. She was so up for our evening together, nothing could hold her back.

“Mommy, I want pizza tonight. And I wanna watch High School Musical. Is that okay?”

“Anything you like, honey.”

As we made our way to the video store, she filled me in on more of her plans. “When we get home an’ after I do my homework, can you just go in your room for awhile?”

“Why?”

“You’ll see. Just go in your room and stay there. You can order the pizza and get dressed for our date. And when the pizza guy comes, just close your eyes when you go past the kitchen.” And then she added, with a bit of mystery and mischievousness in her voice, “An’ I’m not gonna tell you anything else!”

“Okay,” I agreed, thinking that she has really taken this on as her night — just as I told her and wanted for her. This was her night, and she could do it her way — and Lori was doing exactly that.

I did as I was asked, and I went off to my room to get changed, and, of course, order the pizza. I picked out a white cotton camisole (short enough to still show off my midriff) a pair of white lace boy-shorts panties to wear underneath, my tightest hip-hugger jeans and a top that could be tied off. Shoes or barefoot? Definitely barefoot.

I got dressed for our date, my pussy becoming wet with anticipation. Damn, the camisole is too long, well, I’ll just tuck it upside my top. Okay. All set? All set. My mind was racing with thoughts about the evening ahead of me — ahead of us — and I was startled when the doorbell rang.

“Yay, pizza’s here!” Lori shouted from the kitchen.

As asked, I went to the door, closing my eyes as went past the kitchen. I returned with pizza in hand to a kitchen that had its shades closed, the lights lit to their dimmest setting, and a table for two, perfectly set. And with Lori nowhere to be found.

“Do you like it, Mommy?” a voice from the adjacent laundry room asked.

“Verrrrry nice! You did a great job. Wonderful ambience,” I said with a fake snooty voice. “Where did you get the idea for all of this?”

“TV!” (Where else? I thought)

“Well you did a wonderful job. It’s beautiful. Where are you?”

Lori didn’t say a word, rather she appeared in the doorway.

My God, stunning would have been an understatement. She was perfect from her head to her little bare feet. She had on her pink tube top, the one I told her didn’t fit her anymore (but now, in a different light, looked very sexy on her) and a white frilly linen mid-calf-length skirt. Very pretty. She was the perfect combination of innocence and sexiness.

Best of all, when she went to sit down, instead of her legs dangling from the chair, she crossed her legs as she does from time to time, and I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her little pussy was visibly gaping, there for me to see. Was she being a tease, or was it completely innocent? She must have been teasing me, because she always remembered to put panties on.

“Mommy? Mommy?” Lori interjected, awakening me from my thoughts.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I finally spoke. “I’m sorry, you look so pretty, Mommy didn’t hear you. What can I do for you?”

“Push my chair in, silly!” And I did.

Taking her lead of playing the tease, I took off my top, but left the camisole on. My dark nipples were rock hard and were straining the thin cotton fabric of my camisole. Not knowing that I noticed her eyes focusing on my tits, she said simply, “Mommy, you look pretty.”

We had a great dinner, talking about all sorts of things. We did a quick clean up and popped the movie in. As it played, I had Lori sit in the V of my legs as I laid them across the sofa, wrapped both arms around my precious sexy daughter, then began to stroke and caress her. She responded beautifully, serenading me with her gentle coos and purrs.

I was massaging Lori’s shoulders as one of the romantic scenes got started. Moving slowly, I slid my fingertips down from the front of her shoulders and onto her chest until I reached the edge of her tube top. Encouraged by her gentle moans, I smoothly guided one finger, then two under the stretchy fabric and found her little nipple. I did the same for the other side and started to encircle the stiffening buds with a very light touch. Lori helped by pulling down the top so that her tight flat chest was exposed. I continued to circle her nipples, now visibly aroused. Finally, I gently squeezed and twisted them, and Lori let out a gasp of satisfaction.

I had to have her. I turned Lori around, guided her mouth to mine, and kissed her deeply. Our tongues instantly entwined, hers so tiny. We kissed for several minutes as our hands explored each other’s body, with Lori’s hands mainly focused on squeezing my tits and stroking my nipples through my camisole.

Then she stopped and said “Wait, Mommy.”

“What is it, Lori?”

“Not here. Come with me.”

And with that, she led me by the hand to her bedroom. “Here, Mommy… come into my bed with me.”

Lori’s room is that of a typical eight-year-old girl. Posters of SpongeBob and Dora the Explorer on the walls. Frilly curtains in the windows. Dolls and toys on the floor. Ribbons, hair scrunchies, play makeup and brushes on her dresser. And her low-to-the-floor kiddie bed with Disney-print sheets, the arena of our evening which was to follow.

I felt myself getting even more aroused. I mean, making love to my daughter was exciting enough to begin with, but there was something about doing the deed in her room that made the whole thing especially thrilling. To this day I can’t remember feeling more turned on, seeing all her little-girl stuff around me.

Lori sat on her bed, and she was a sight to behold. Her tube top pulled down well below her chest, and once again she was sitting with her legs crossed, exposing her virgin slit.

I sat down on the bed next to her, moving a couple of Barbie dolls to the floor. I pulled that tube top over her head, my mouth watering at the sight of her nonexistent tits. I gently laid her on the bed and proceeded to remove her skirt. Doing so, I couldn’t help cupping my hand around her smooth pink pussy. My little one was wet already!

But I didn’t want to go in for the main course just yet. I wanted to save her sweet pussy for last, so I started kissing all over Lori’s face and neck, pausing a bit to nibble on her ears. Again, more coos and purrs issued from her pursed lips. I kissed her deeply once again, then moved down to her shoulders, then to her chest.

Her tiny nipples were now just inches from my eager mouth. I encircled the left one first with my tongue, then moved over to the right.

Subtlety took a vacation at that point, as I took Lori’s nipple into my mouth, and started to suck voraciously. My little girl moaned with absolute pleasure as I suckled her flat breast as hard as I could. Removing my mouth, I couldn’t help but notice her little dime-sized nipples now looked more like nickels.

Lori must have noticed me pausing to look, because she glanced down at her right nipple and said “Oh, Mommy, that looks like one of yours!”

I laughed at this when I recall it now, but I was too intent then on making progress further south. I sucked on the left likewise, and then began to make my way to the area Lori commonly referred to as “down there.”

That first taste of my daughter’s young hairless pussy is something I’ll never forget. She was flowing with sweet nectar — smooth, so very smooth — and when I made my first serious invasion into her with my tongue, Lori startled me with the gasp she let out and a cry of, “Oh Mommy!” so loud that I feared my neighbors could hear.

Eating pussy was not familiar territory for me. My only time trying it was a sexual experiment I carried out with my cousin Suzy, back when we were both fourteen. But familiar or not, licking little Lori’s cunt felt so natural, as if I’d been doing it all my life.

As I went down on her, Lori started to grind her mound into my face. I knew I was getting closer to giving her what I now consider to be the greatest gift a mom can give a daughter — her first orgasm — when she started to moan out loud.

Suddenly, my little one’s legs tensed up and her hips started to buck. “Come for me, Lori!” I entreated her. “Come for Mommy!”

And she did. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy resonated through her tiny body.

After she came down from the heights of passion, Lori immediately started undressing me. I helped her by kicking off my jeans, as she was transfixed with removing my camisole as slowly as she could, delighting in my long dark nipples being exposed for her to play with. She cupped, prodded, and cradled my tits with both hands, then took a nipple into her hot wet mouth. Seeing her suckle my breast for the first time since she was an infant almost made me come right then and there.

She alternated between breasts for a while, then moved down the bed to take off my panties. I know that she’d had a good look at my shaved pussy just this past Saturday, but now she looked at it and studied it like she’d never seen anything like it before. My cunt lips were fully distended, and my clitoris was fully erect and craving attention. Just as she did with my nipple, Lori took my clit into her mouth and began sucking on it. I was nearing my own orgasm as she stopped, opting instead to take my hard clit between two fingers and stroke it, as if she was jerking off a cock.

Ready to get off in a big way, and realizing that all it would take for me to come was to dwell on the thought of my eight-year-old making love to me, I started to direct the action.

“Stick your finger in my pussy, Lori. Oh God, that feels so good. Oh Lori, oh sweetie, yes. Oh God, stick more fingers in me, Lori. Oh God, yes yes yes, push your little hand all the way into my cunt. Oh yeah. Oh fuck!”

Lori was fisting me to within an inch of my life. The sight of her tiny hand buried all the way in my dripping cunt was something else. I maneuvered myself over her as she continued to work so I could control the rhythm of her thrusts.

My little girl fist-fucked me hard and deep. It was so good that everything that was bottled up inside my mind came pouring from my mouth.

“Oh God Lori, fuck your mommy! Fuck Mommy good! Make me come! MAKE MOMMY COME! Oh God, you’re so fucking sexy, Lori!” I gazed down at her face, and my little girl was smiling from ear to ear. She is such a precious child, and I would’ve told her that right then and there, but I was too locked into the eternal now of orgasm. I surrendered to the feelings that went from my pussy and through my entire body as her hand slipped out of me, and, for the first time in many years, my pussy squirted — all over Lori’s chest and tummy.

“Mommy, you peed on me,” Lori said, without seeming to care much.

“No, sweetie,” I said as I laid next to her, “that’s not pee, it’s fluid that a woman’s body produces when she’s sexually excited. You’re the first person to do that to me. You’re a very good little girl and a very sexy lover.”

We laid down for what I thought would be for the night, but Lori spoke up again.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Can you stick your fingers in me? I wanna come again.”

Touching her cunny, I found that Lori was indeed still wet and, as seen from her body’s response when I felt her up, she was good to go another round.

I opened her nether lips with my fingers, slowly inserting a pinky. She was soooo tight, but I knew she could take more, so I penetrated her again with my middle finger. God, she felt good, and let me know that I was doing it right by her ever-building moans and cries. I fucked her until she pleaded, “Oh Mommy, fuck me with your hand. Please please please.”

Not wanting to kill the moment with motherly advice, and not wanting to hurt her either, I continued to thrust my finger in and out of her tight pussy as I explained the physical impossibility of putting my whole hand inside her. Lori didn’t skip a beat, as she continued to another orgasm.

“Oh Mommy, fuck me Mommy. Oh Mommy, make me come. I’m g-gonna come, Mommy, yes!”

And between the sight of that finger buried deep in my little girl’s tight pussy, the cries of pleasure coming from her mouth, and her body convulsing as she yielded to another orgasm, I came myself.

Her sheets were soaked with our fluids, so Lori and I retired to my bed for the night, but not until we shared a sensuous hug and long kiss. I held her nude body and she held mine as we drifted off to sleep — much like last Saturday night, but this time I was confident that I would awaken without guilt and at peace with what me and my little girl had become: soulmates, best friends and lovers.

***

It was a couple of weeks after our special date when Lori’s sexual awakening became a bit of an issue for the two of us. The intimacy my little girl and I shared was the start of something very special in both of our lives. I would say that what we had was something only a mother and daughter could share, but really, it was much deeper than that, much more fulfilling, more natural.

Before Lori became my lover and I hers, I thought I had everything I needed in my relationship with her. I mean, it was perfect in my eyes. Now it felt more perfect than perfect — but as I soon found out, any early sexual awakening is prone to a problem or two.

It was the first week of Lori beginning second grade, and I got a phone call from her teacher. She told me that she’d caught Lori with her hand down her pants and masturbating while on the playground.

Oh shit, I thought to myself, and within the next minute, I could see my whole world crumbling before me. I don’t even remember what I said to the teacher or how the rest of the conversation went, lost as I was in a sea of paranoia.

I wasn’t concerned that Lori would tell her teacher about the nature of our relationship. You see, she and I had a very long talk about how special what we had was, and how it would be destroyed if anyone were to find out. No, what I feared was that Lori would be so embarrassed by getting caught masturbating that it might traumatize her sexually. I was frightened that she might not want to make love anymore, that our relationship would return to what it was before, Much as I adored my daughter, the idea of losing her as my lover left me feeling hollow and empty inside… and pretty much put me into full-on panic mode.

I feared that if I just told her, Don’t touch yourself in public, and left it at that, it might cause her to think of masturbation — or even sex itself — as a shameful activity, something to feel embarrassed about. So much harm in this world is caused by the perception that sex is dirty and immoral… and thus far, Lori had been spared those kinds of feelings. To her, sex was a thing of pure beauty. But by the standards of society, the special love that my eight-year-old and I shared was a detestable crime. I knew that someday, Lori would come to realize that. But not yet, not while she was so young and impressionable. Yes, I was panicking, but rational or irrational, I didn’t want to take any risk of losing what we had.

Thankfully, sanity prevailed. Somehow I realized that I was being paranoid, that the desire Lori and I felt for each other was much too strong to be cast aside so easily. Still, that left me with the problem of how best to approach my daughter about what she’d been caught doing at school.

Needless to say, I didn’t get much done at work that afternoon. I was so intent on coming up with a solution that I didn’t even turn the radio on during the drive home. I needed to concentrate. And I’m sure I must have seemed completely distracted to Lori while we were eating dinner.

Lori had finished eating and, after placing her dishes in the sink, she went off to play. I was finished, too (truth be told, I wasn’t very hungry to begin with), so I began to wash up.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn’t seen or heard from my daughter in a while. “Lori?” I called. No answer.

“Lori, sweetie?” a little louder this time. Still no answer.

“Lori, where are you?” a little louder still.

No answer after three tries — that was all I needed to spur me into looking about for my little girl. As I peered into the living room, I found Lori in her loose summer pajamas, watching some Olsen Twins show on cable. She had her top lifted up to her armpits and was stroking her flat chest with one hand, while the other hand was down inside her PJ bottoms.

I didn’t want to disturb my daughter’s private time, but what I saw turned me on so much that I chose to watch for a bit, lingering in the doorway. Lori’s attention was centered squarely on the Olsen girls, who, in this particular show were about nine or ten and wearing cute bikinis. I realized that Lori wasn’t just casually jilling herself — she was intensely aroused by the sight of these underage girls on the TV.

As much as I wanted to join in the fun, I realized that this would be a perfect opportunity to bring up my concerns about Lori’s behavior at school — well, after she came, anyhow.

Her breathing became rapid and labored, and I could tell she was about to come. She wriggled in delight, caught up in this newfound pleasure that she so obviously loved. Suddenly, as if hit by lightning, her legs tightened up, her body arched, and she moaned and sighed through what seemed to be an incredibly satisfying orgasm.

I entered the room, casual as can be. “Having some fun there, sweetie?” I said, as she tasted the juices that coated her fingers.

She turned a smiling face up to me, completely unfazed. “Oh, hi, Mommy, yeah…” she said, “that was a goooood one!”

“Yeah, those Olsen twins are cute, aren’t they?”

“Uh-huh! I like looking at them!”

“I can tell. Looks like you were having a really good time. So, does that mean you like them better than you like me, then?” I said, in a playful tone of voice.

Even though I tried to sound like I was teasing, I think Lori suspected that I was being serious, because she just looked at me sort of surprised, as if she’d been caught out. Try as she might, she just couldn’t think of what to say. Not wanting Lori to feel guilty, I smiled at her. She immediately understood that I was joking, and a big grin swept across her cute little face.

Trying to explain herself, she said, “No, Mommy, I like looking at you most of all! But Mary Kate and Ashley are really pretty. Um, I mean, you’re pretty too, Mommy.” Lori was digging herself a deeper and deeper hole, and it was up to me to rescue her.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I was just teasing you. I know exactly what you mean. What you’re trying to say is that the Olsen Twins aren’t better than I am, they’re just different, right?”

Lori nodded, relieved that I’d understood what she was trying to say.

“But I am curious,” I continued, “what is it about little girls that you like? Their breasts haven’t grown yet, and their bodies aren’t that different from what boys have.”

“Uh-uh!” Lori replied, shaking her head in disagreement. “No way! Boys are gross… they have those little thingies hanging down there! Yuck! Pussies are way prettier!””

We laughed.

“An’ besides, Mommy,” Lori continued, “Y’know how you like banana ice cream an’ I like banana ice cream? An’ how we both like scary movies? I like what you like, an’ you like little girls too, ‘cause you like me!”

She had me there. I didn’t have a clue for a comeback. Quite the manipulator, she is.

Seeing me speechless only encouraged her to continue. “But don’t worry, Mommy, you’re so pretty and your boobies are fun to touch and squeeze. An’ your cunny, uh, I mean pussy, now it looks just like mine!” She remembered from the few times we saw each other naked, prior to our new relationship as lovers, that I once had pubic hair.

“So tell me,” I asked, “what do you feel when you see a pretty little girl?”

“Good.”

“What do you mean by ‘good’? I mean, what do you feel?”

“Sometimes when I see a little girl, I sorta get excited, but not like a YAY excited, a different kind.”

This is great, I thought to myself. I needed to encourage her to talk more about this, to open up to me about her sexuality. “Different how?”

“Well, my cunny gets kinda tingly, an’ it feels like I’m wetting my pants. So when I put my hands in there to see if I did, it feels really good, an’ then it makes me wanna look at the little girl again, and then I wanna make myself come.”

“I know what you mean,” I replied.

“I know you know!” she replied, flashing me a very sexy and evil grin while she reached out and started to rub my pussy through my jeans.

“Stop that!” I teased back. Although I wanted her to touch me, I had to get this conversation back on track. “So, what do you do when, say, you see a pretty little girl on a playground?”

And very matter of factly, she said to me “Yeah, that happened today. I started rubbing myself, an’ my teacher didn’t like it. So I told her I wouldn’t do it anymore.”

I was proud that my little girl had responded in the right way, and for building up this trust we have in each other.

“Well, I’m glad you respect your teacher’s wishes. So you know not to do that in public, right?”

She nodded, and then added, “But sometimes it’s sooo hard not to do it!”

That’s when I got an idea. If I could provide visual stimulation for my daughter at home, maybe that would help her wait until she got home to masturbate.

“How about this,” I began. “What if I were to tell you that there are lots and lots of pictures of little girls on the internet that you can look at?”

“Huh?”

“If you had pictures of sexy little girls to look at on the internet, would it be easier to wait to play with your pussy until you get home?”

“Will they have bikinis on, like Mary-Kate and Ashley? Cause I really like seeing them when they’re almost naked!”

“Sure, there’s all sorts of pictures. Some are in bathing suits, some are in their PJ’s, and some are even in sexy dresses and underwear. And I bet you some,” and I drew her near and whispered in her ear, “don’t have a top or bottom on at all, and you can see everything!”

Needless to say, Lori started to squeal and jump up and down with delight. “Yes, Mommy, yes! Where are these pictures? I wanna see!”

“Okay, then. Mommy’s gonna go find some pictures of sexy little girls for her sweetie. Give me an hour, and I’ll show you what I’ve found.”

I went into my study and fired up my laptop. A few minutes worth of searching the internet, and I’d found several sites that had loads of pictures of nude little girls. I bookmarked these, and went off to fetch Lori. It was getting a little late, but it was a Friday, so she could sleep in the next morning.

She was sprawled out on the sofa. “Hey sweetie, I’ve got you all set up. Come with me!”

I sat Lori down in my chair, then showed her where the sites were in the favorites list. But before she could start looking, I had a suggestion to make.

“You know what I like to do when I look at hot pictures on the internet, so it will be even more fun to masturbate?”

She gave me a look like I was from Mars, and I realized that she didn’t know that word. All this time, it never came up, and if it did, the word mustn’t have registered.

“I’m sorry sweetie. The word is mas-tur-bate. That’s the real name for when you touch your pussy until you come. When I was young, we called it ‘jilling’. Or you can simply say that you’re playing with yourself.”

That cleared up, I continued. “Anyhow, when I know I’m going to have a lot of time to look at pictures and make myself come, I like to dress up in something sexy, like those girls in the Victoria’s Secret catalog in the bathroom. I know — we can do that tonight!”

Lori made a woeful face. “But I don’t have anything like that to wear, Mommy!”

“Let’s see if we can find you something,” I said, leading her to my bedroom and lingerie drawer, where I rummaged around for a bit.

“Here,” I finally said, offering her a hot pink see-through lace bra and a matching thong.

Frowning, she held them up. “Will these even fit me?”

They didn’t, not really, but I did adjust all the bra straps to their smallest position and used safety pins to take in the back of the bra and the g-string.

Stripping naked, Lori put them on, and even with the adjustments, they were all but falling off her body. My pussy was already getting quite moist in anticipation of the jill-fest we were about to have, and seeing her delicious eight-year-old body in lingerie, ill-fitting as it was, had me positively dripping. The fact that I could clearly see her perfect nipples and the smooth folds of her bald labia certainly added to my arousal in a big way.

I sent her off to the study to wait while I changed. A few minutes later, I appeared in the doorway in a short see-through white babydoll with a pair of white satin crotchless panties.

“Hi, sexy,” I said to my little girl.

Lori smiled at that. “Hi, sexy, right back!” she said in return, then pointed at my crotch, adding, “Look, mommy… you’ve got a hole in your panties and your clitty is sticking out!”

Sure enough, my large clit strongly resembled a tiny erect cock. And I was so wet that fluids were already oozing from me, running down my inner thighs.

Saving an explanation of what crotchless panties are all about for later, we clicked on to the first website.

Almost immediately, Lori started frigging herself. I almost said “Not so fast, honeybunch,” but it was clear to see just how aroused she was at all the pictures of scantily dressed little girls.

“Oh, Mommy,” she sighed, “they’re so, soooo sexy! I wish I could lick them down there, an’ suck their nipples, too. Think they would like if I did that?”

I almost came just from hearing her say those words. “Oh yeah, sweetie, they’d like that,” I said as my fingers found my wet swollen pussy. There would be time for the lecture about, But only if they say yes first, for later. For now, my daughter and I were in full jilling mode!

“Would you like to lick them, Mommy?”

“Oh yesssss,” I moaned, “Mommy would love to eat those pretty little pussies… mmmmmm, I bet they’re yummy, too. How are you doing, sweetie?”

“Oh God, Mommy, this feels so good… it’s lots better to touch my cunny when I look at these pictures.”

“Do you feel naughty, Lori? I like being a bad girl sometimes, don’t you?”

With that, Lori started fingering herself more vigorously. By this time, she’d shed the bra, and the g-string was dangling from one pretty little foot.

I continued. “Are you my naughty child? Oh, you’re so bad, looking at these pictures of these undressed little girls, thinking about playing wicked sex games with them… sooo naughty!”

“Oh, Mommy, I like being naughty!” my little eight-year-old exclaimed, still fingering her bare slit. I could hear the liquid sounds of her pleasure.

“Just wait until you get a look at this,” I said as I took the mouse from her hands and switched to a site where the girls were naked. I quickly navigated until I found a photo of a nude little girl, no more than six or so, with her legs spread wide. Clicking on the thumbnail, the image enlarged right in front of my daughter’s eyes.

At that point, I became all but invisible to Lori. She no longer addressed me, but addressed the little girl on the monitor directly. “You’re s-so bad,” she panted, “taking your clothes off so I can see your cunny. Mmmm, such a pretty, pretty pussy…”

I knelt down in front of Lori, took a deep breath, then went down on my daughter, licking her hole as she played with her clit. All the while, she continued to rant at the naked little girl on the screen. “Show me your cunny, yes… stick your finger in it, you, you naughty girl! I’m gonna lick your pussy, an’ then your bottom, too. Then I get to spank your bottom, ‘cause you’re naughty… sooo naughty… doing all those bad things th-that sexy little girls do…”

That’s all Lori could say — because by then, she’d built herself up into an earth-shattering orgasm. Her body tensed up and then began to shake. I held my little girl around her waist and continued to lick her slit as she came, her sweet little-girl juices flowing over my tongue and down my throat. Then all of a sudden, I was coming right along with Lori, multiple spasms rampaging through my wet, gaping cunt.

Needless to say, my child and I were spent. And we’d only gone through a small fraction of the pictures.

That night, we didn’t have the energy to get up and go to bed, opting instead to sleep in the study. The next day was Saturday, and that meant plenty of time to spend with my Lori and all her new internet friends.

I was thrilled. Not only had Lori and I found another dimension to our relationship as lovers, but I no longer had to keep my sexual attraction to little girls completely to myself, not anymore. My daughter felt that same attraction, and could share it with me.

***

A couple of months had passed since Lori and I had first made love. We were still fucking on a regular basis, and the two of us were deliriously happy. That was where things stood between my eight-year-old and me when I got a call from my younger sister Sandy. She was calling to ask if she could spend the weekend with us. It seems that her hubby was planning to go to the cabin for the weekend with the guys, and Sandy knew that she was going to just sit at home being bored, so she elected to come visit Lori and me.

Knowing that saying yes would come at the expense of sacrificing a weekend of lovemaking with my beautiful, sexy eight-year-old, I agreed anyway. I mean, what else was I going to say? I told Sandy that I’d love to have her.

Once I hung up, I realized I had to talk to Lori and set down some rules for the both of us while Sandy was visiting. We’d eaten dinner about half an hour ago, and I was about to fix dessert. I figured this would be a good time to break this news to Lori.

I called for her, “Lori, sweetie, let’s have some ice cream.”

Without hesitation, I heard the light pounding of her little bare feet running into the kitchen. She was wearing an oversized Bratz t-shirt — completely naked underneath, I knew.

“Sit down, hon,” I said, presenting my daughter with an ice cream sundae. “Know what? Aunt Sandy is coming over tomorrow night to spend the weekend with us!”

“Yay!” Lori cheered.

“But–” I help up an admonishing finger — “that means that you and I can’t be as open and free as we usually are.”

Lori lifted her head, thought for a moment, and then got this seriously disappointed look on her face. “Aw, Mommy, that means we can’t have our sexy fun together, huh?”

I shook my head. “No, we can’t, honey… too dangerous.”

She gazed up at me, her eyes wide. “So, Mommy… can we do it tonight? Can you lick my pussy? I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she cooed, her legs rubbing enticingly together.

“I don’t know, it’s getting late,” I said, half teasing and half-serious.

And at that, Lori pushed back her chair from the table, bent her legs and put her cute little feet on the seat. Her t-shirt making a tent over her knees, she slowly lifted the t-shirt up, and when it cleared her knees, she spread her legs wide. “Oh, Mom-my,” she sang in her teasing voice, “Look at me, Mommy…”

I was melting. “Oh, my little lover,” I breathed, “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Oooohhh, yes, Mommy… I want you, too.”

Then I got a wild, crazy idea. “How about if I… gobble you up!” I growled. I went and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge.

I told Lori to take off her nightshirt and lie on the kitchen table. Not knowing what she was in for, she was eager to try anything, knowing that this was her only chance for us to make love for a few days.

I slid her nightshirt up and off, then tossed it aside, then took off all my clothes, leaving us both naked. I shook up the can of whipped cream and knelt down on the floor next to her.

“Lie still, sweetie,” I told her, and as artistically as I could, I applied the whipped cream on her tits and pussy, making her coo with delight. And as I leaned over to kiss her, my right nipple got a dollop of whipped cream on it. Lori giggled, staring at my breast. So I offered my creamy nipple to her… and she immediately took it into her mouth.

I twisted my body around to lick my baby’s nipple while she nursed at mine. Her soft purrs and moans told me that she enjoyed this game, prompting me to lower my mouth to her cream-covered pussy. This wasn’t a time for subtlety, so I took her cunt into my mouth… licking and feasting on my little girl’s sweetened cunt. I probed her, fucking my baby with an eager tongue.

The combination of the sweet whipped cream and smooth little girl pussy was heavenly. Now sliding all over the table, Lori and I were soon coming like gangbusters.

After her orgasm subsided, we lay there until we had enough strength to clean up the mess.

Walking her to bed, Lori said, “Oh, Mommy, that was fun! Can we do it again after Aunt Sandy goes home?”

“Sure sweetie. Sounds like a plan.” With that, and a nice long French kiss goodnight, I put her to bed.

***

It was about eight on Friday evening when the doorbell rang. Lori ran to the door and opened it. Not bothering to say “Hi,” she just called out to me, “AUNT SANDY’S HERE!”

“Hey, sis!” I said as we exchanged a hug and a peck on the cheek. “So, it looks like it’s just me and you tonight — well, at least after Lori goes to bed,” I continued. “So, what would you like to do?”

“I don’t know. Nothing sounds like a good idea to me,” Sandy suggested. “I haven’t had a chance to do just nothing in God knows how long.”

I was game for a good evening of nothing, especially after the long week I’d had at work. We sat for awhile watching TV and exchanging family and friends news items. During a quiet spell, Sandy spied a couple of family photo albums below the coffee table. She grabbed them and started looking at the album that was full of pictures from our childhood Christmases, vacations, school and sports events – the usual photo album fare.

The stories and memories poured forth. There were laughs and tears, but mostly laughs. It was getting late and well past Lori’s bedtime, so I took a break and put her to bed. (When I laid her down, I teased her with a French kiss. I’m so naughty!) Sandy took the opportunity to put her pajamas on, and seeing that she was doing that, I decided to do the same, but I picked out something a bit more modest than what I wear when it’s just Lori and me.

“Those are cute,” I commented when I saw her pajamas, a flower-and-palm-tree-pattern matching blouse and loose shorts. “Where did you get those?”

“Shit, these are old. I bought them when I was on my honeymoon in Hawaii.”

“They’re still cute. I see you’re still getting pedicures too. I wish I could afford that.”

“It is a nice luxury,” Sandy said, and then looking down to my feet, added, “but your feet are pretty, even without the nail polish.”

We grabbed a couple of wine coolers out of the fridge and sat back down next to each other on the sofa, where we continued to look at the photo albums. It was becoming a really nice evening, because we’d never really had much deep conversation with each other as adults. I mean, we got along okay and all while we were living at home, but I went away to college at eighteen, then got my own place at twenty-three while Sandy was still sixteen. Those seven years were practically a generation gap between us.

So, the honesty was pouring freely that evening. And as the conversation continued, we found ourselves leaning into each other and bumping arms and shoulders in agreement. And I realized that I really didn’t have a real sister until that moment. It was a nice feeling.

We continued leafing through the pages of the album, pausing for these moments of closeness here and there as certain photos prompted. A couple of wine coolers each later, we came upon a Christmas morning picture of Sandy, only about twelve or thirteen, opening up some gift. She was wearing this robe that she never seemed to want to give up. I was in the mood for some teasing.

“Hey, look at this, Sandy. It’s that robe you always used to wear. I swear, you must have had that until you were twenty!”

“Hey, it was comfy! I loved that robe!”

And then, my biggest moment of honesty yet came out of my mouth. You see, I used to be pretty hot for my little sister. I don’t think I had ever admitted that to anyone, including myself up to that moment. I guess the feelings I had for Lori and little girls in general was just a “coming to surface” of a more latent feeling toward my sister that started when she was eleven and I was eighteen.

All of these thoughts ran through my mind at once. Why I’d had this attraction to her in the first place would be a self-examination that would have to be saved for later, I thought.

Without any thought or reservation at all, I blurted out, “I loved that robe, too. Do you know I used to look at your tits when you bent over? You never tied it very tightly, did you?”

In a moment of honesty of her own, no doubt encouraged by the wine coolers we’d been drinking, Sandy replied, “Mandy, the first time was an accident, but truth be told, I caught you looking at me and, well, I sorta got turned on by you checking me out. So, um, it wasn’t really an accident after that.”

With these confessions out in the open, we shared accounts about how each of us spied on the other and how that spying fueled forbidden lesbian fantasies. We didn’t want to wake Lori, so we started whispering all this as we learned just how much we had truly wanted each other.

What was special about our first kiss is that neither of us could tell who made the first move. We did it together. The kiss was long and satisfying, our tongues entwined in a wonderful and glorious dance. It was a sudden surprise, but then again, in our hearts, it wasn’t a surprise at all. Well pulled back, looked at each other, and in unison we said all we could think of: “Wow.”

There was silence for a bit, but not an uncomfortable one. Sandy broke it, saying in an upbeat voice, “So Sis, here’s the chance you have been waiting for since we were teenagers. You wanna see my tits?”

She didn’t wait for an answer; she just started unbuttoning her pajama top and then, before I knew it, my little sister was topless.

“Oh, Sandy, your tits are so beautiful. God, those nipples, they’re as puffy as I remember them being.”

They were, too. She was no larger than a A-cup, but they were really something. “Turn sideways. That’s it. Oh, wow.”

Sandy wasted no time taking off her pajama shorts to show me her pussy.

“Hey, we’ve got matching pussies!” I said. All inhibitions thrown aside, I stripped off my pajama bottoms and my thong in one quick motion and showed off my cunt.

“Ooooh, you shave too, don’t ya love it?”

We took a brief moment to compare, and we could see that our pussies were getting wet, just from being looked at to intensely. “You get really wet, too, huh?” Sandy asked.

“Oh yeah!” I replied.

And as I was about to go into greater detail, Sandy interrupted. Lifting my top over my head, she said, “Enough about our pussies. Let me see those big tits of yours.” I don’t know where she got the idea my tits were big, because mine were just B’s, Bigger, yes, but big? That was a bit of a stretch. Oh, well, let her think what she wants, I thought, as she tossed the top aside.

“Oh shit, look at you! God, you’re gorgeous. Those nipples are so big and so long.” Sandy said nothing more, but went right for them, pulling one of my nipples into her mouth and twisting the other with her fingers.

We quickly moved to my bedroom… and for the very first time, those years of pent-up love and lust between me and my little sister finally had an outlet.

As much as I loved Lori and loved to eat her little cunny, my first taste of a grown woman was something I’ll never forget. Sandy’s pussy was so soft and juicy, and being sisters, it seemed so familiar. Knowing my own cunny so well from years of jilling made eating my sister out feel like I was eating myself.

The only difference I could tell in the heat of the moment was that my clit was huge compared to hers (I mean, Sandy had it drawn so deep into her mouth I swore I could feel her uvula) and, much to my delight, I found out that my sister was a squirter. Her honey flowed down my throat, and I drank every drop.

Basking in our newfound way to enjoy sisterly love, I came out of our euphoria and suggested that we sleep in separate beds. After all, what would Lori think if she caught us?

The End

Note from JetBoy: This story was supposed to continue, but twelve years later, that next chapter has failed to materialize. Nonetheless, we think highly enough of this story to want to share it with you, incomplete or not.