Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

 

by Pretty Pink Taco

Note from JetBoy: Pretty Pink Taco is an author that I hold in very high esteem, having nicked every one of her Leslita stories for inclusion in our Juicy Secrets archive. Now she’s back with a brand new story, and this time WE get first dibs on it. Truly, the fates have smiled upon us. Do enjoy.

***

“Did you do your homework?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I’m serious, stupid. I’m not gonna get in trouble again because you lied to Mami last time.”

“I did it! God!”

“Then go brush your teeth and go to bed.”

“It’s only 9:30. Are you going out?” I asked from the couch.

“Yeah, and you better not fucking say shit to Mami about it. So sick of dealing with your dumb ass.”

“Your boyfriend is ugly!”

“Bye, bitch. Hope El Cucuy doesn’t get you.”

I’m Isabel and I’m ten years old. My sister, Adriana, is sixteen and she hates me. My mom, Gloria, works three jobs and my dad left us five years ago. I heard he’s back in Mexico. I’ve never been to Mexico, I grew up here in Arizona.

My mom works as a housekeeper at a nearby resort Monday through Thursdays, and cleans offices overnight Tuesday through Saturday. Sometimes when she covers for people on weekends, me and Adriana get to go to the resort and use the pool. Sometimes the workers who know my mom bring us fancy drinks and snacks, too.

Adriana used to play with me a lot back when I was in second grade, but she doesn’t anymore. Now, I’m in fifth grade and she’s in her room a lot — or out with her friends. Mami doesn’t know how much she goes out. They fight a lot when Mami is home. It’s quieter when I’m home alone. I used to be scared of El Cucuy when I was in fourth grade, but I’m not anymore.

On Sundays, we all go to church, but Adriana hasn’t been to church with us in a few months.  She and Mami fight about that, too.

I felt so sleepy that night as I watched TV. The room was completely dark except for the light of the television. My room was only down the hall. We lived in a small three bedroom ranch house. We didn’t even have a garage.

I woke up to a hard slap on my ear, so hard my ears were ringing.

“I told you to get to bed, it’s one in the morning! Go!” Adriana yelled, walking toward the kitchen and turning on the lights. She opened the door to the fridge. I must’ve fallen asleep.

“Ow! I really hate you!” I screamed at her, clutching the side of my face.

I stomped off to my room and slammed the door. How could she be so mean to me? I had no one else when Mami wasn’t around, and when Mami is there she’s always mad, too. I curled up in bed and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up when I felt someone getting into bed with me. It was Adriana. I opened my sleepy eyes and peered at the alarm clock on the dresser, it was 2:45 AM.

Growing up, my sister and I would get into each other’s beds when we couldn’t sleep. Mostly, I’d slip into Adriana’s bed when I was afraid — but I hadn’t done that since third grade.

Too tired to protest, I scooted over and made room for her. I turned on my side and she naturally cradled my body with hers. Sometimes when we’d fight, it’d be our way of apologizing without words. I remember a few times when she would press her hips against my butt while she was dreaming, but then she’d suddenly stop. She was probably having nightmares.

This time, Adriana wore short shorts and a tank top, and she smelled like she just got out of the shower. After a few minutes of her cuddling me, I could feel her pressing against my butt again. Her breathing was heavy, too.

This time it was different– for me. My body felt strange, but nice.  I started pushing back into her, slowly at first.

I could feel myself getting a little hot down between my legs. I’d been having that feeling more and more often lately. Especially when I’d watch movies where people kissed or when I’d see girls in bikinis or showing off their legs.

Feeling me push back against her drove Adriana crazy or something, because she turned me over and got on top of me. I was wearing sweatpants and a big pink t-shirt that used to be hers.

She wedged her leg between mine and rubbed herself against my thigh with a lot of pressure. Her hip landed between my legs on my privates, and I pushed up against her too, unsure of what we were even doing.

Adriana had long thick black hair, big, dark brown eyes, and full lips. She got called pretty or beautiful everywhere she went. She was also slender with big C-cup boobs that seemed to get bigger in the last year. I saw her boobs a lot when we were growing up but hadn’t seen them in a few years. They were now a few inches from my face in a white tank top as she continued to grind on me.

Her eyes were closed and her hair fell forward in front of her shoulders. Was she doing this in her sleep? Adriana hadn’t said a word, she just let out soft grunts and moans. She finally looked down at me and our eyes locked. She slowly laid her chest on mine and squeezed my leg between hers.

Her lips were parted and huffing and my heart raced uncontrollably. Her face got closer to mine and she pressed the tip of her nose on my nose, her forehead to my forehead. I wanted her to kiss me, but she didn’t.

After a few more minutes she suddenly stopped.

Did I do something? Did she hear something? Was Mami here?

She quickly got off me, jumped out of my bed and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

My heart was still pounding. I was so confused. I didn’t want her to stop, I wanted her to stay with me all night and rub up against my privates till morning. I slipped my hand inside my panties and they were all wet and sticky from something coming out of me. It felt kinda nice and slippery. I was too tired to think about it, so I just fell asleep.

***

The next morning I woke up to the smell of my mom’s eggs and chorizo.

“Hola, Mami,” I told her sleepily in the kitchen and clung to her side.

“Hola, mi amor. How did you sleep?”

“Okay.”

“Did you do your homework?”

“Yes.”

“Who washed the dishes last night?”

“Me.”

“What did your sister do?” she asked, placing a plate of eggs on the table in front of me. I shrugged.

Adriana’s door swung open, she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She was all dressed and ready for school. She usually got a ride in the mornings from her boyfriend or one of her friends.

Mami started right in on her. “Adriana! Why are the clothes still stuffed in the dryer? Huh?! I’m supposed to go to work, pay all the bills and come back and do all the chores like I’m the maid?!”

“Alright, ma, I’ll do it later!” Adriana yelled back as she poured herself juice by the fridge.

“You think I want to come home and do this?!”

“Then don’t! Why is it always me? Isabel doesn’t do shit!”

“I washed the dishes last night,” I told her boldly.

Adriana finished her orange juice and set the glass into the sink with a loud thunk.

“I bet you want a fucking medal for that, too,” she jeered as she walked away and toward the door. She always mocked me ever since I won a medal last year for coming 2nd in the school  spelling bee.

“Vete ya, get out!” my mom shouted at her before the door slammed.

My mom sat beside me at the table with her plate of eggs, she looked as if she was about to cry. My sister’s plate was sitting on the counter.

“Mami, we’re having a book fair today,” I informed her, trying to cut the tension.

“Oh, yeah? Do you need money?” She got up immediately and went to her purse.

“No, it’s okay. I have money from my birthday still.”

“Really? How? Your birthday was 4 months ago.”

“I saved it.”

“You’re a sweet girl, Mija,” she said and placed a $20 bill on the table. “I’m going to shower and go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Then she left the room. I saw that Mami hadn’t touched her breakfast either.

***

When I got home after school no one was home, as usual.

I did my homework and later the dishes. After my favorite show ended on TV, I went into my sister’s room. It was really messy and the bed was undone. It smelled like nail polish and hair spray. I liked it. One corner of the wall had butterfly stickers we had both put up when I was 5.

I sat down at her white metal vanity and looked in the mirror. I wish I had a teenage room like hers, with a vanity. I took one of her lipsticks and put it on, pursing my lips like she would.

“Isabel!” It was my sister standing in the doorway. I quickly got up and stared at her, terrified. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“Nothing!”

“Get out! And quit touching my shit!”

I bolted toward the door and she shoved me as I passed her.

After being in my room for a good hour listening to music and dancing in front of the mirror, putting on a concert for my stuffed animals, I walked out and noticed my sister was still home. She was usually out by now.

I knocked on the door.

“What, Isa?!” she shouted from inside.

I opened the door slowly. She was folding the clothes from the dryer and the radio was on. She had on tiny yoga shorts and a tank top. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her boobs bounced around freely. I didn’t realize I was staring.

“What?” she asked again.

“It’s Friday.”

“So?”

“Movie night.”

“Movie night? Are you serious? We haven’t done that in forever.”

“Are you going out or something?”

“No,” she responded. She had her long hair tied up in a high bun the way my mami did her own hair when she’d clean. She walked over to her bed, grabbed a pile of folded clothes and shoved it at my chest.

“You don’t want these anymore?”

“Nah, they don’t fit.”

“Thanks!” I smiled, looking down at the pile, eager to try everything on.

I rushed back to my room next door and went through the clothes. There were some tops, two pairs of shorts, a few sweaters, her old bikini, and a thong. I wondered if she meant for that to be in there.

The shorts were a bit too big but almost fit. Everything else was a little loose. I put on the bikini bottoms and they were a perfect fit. My little boobs barely fit the top, it just sat on my chest loosely.

I put the clothes that didn’t fit in a flat bin underneath my bed, still wearing the bikini.

“Nice butt,” my sister said from behind me as I was bent over. I quickly rose. “Oh my god, look at your little body in that!”

“Shut up,” I told her, knowing she was mocking me.

“Listen, we can watch a movie but then I gotta go.”

“Really?!” I ran up and wrapped my arms around her, my head rested on her chest. She put a hand on my head and stroked my hair.

We sat on opposite ends of the couch for the movie after she heated up some dinner Mami left us. I kept thinking about the previous night, wondering if she had thought about it at all.

After about 30 minutes, the doorbell rang.

“Who is that?” I asked, a little afraid.

“How should I know?” She got up from the couch and walked over to the door. I stared at the crease of her butt cheeks as she walked by in her shorts. I never used to before but I caught myself looking at Adriana that way a lot now.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, I couldn’t see who she was talking to.

“I wanted to see you,” it was her boyfriend, Javier, “What are you doing?” He was 19 or 20 or something. I just knew that he was older than her and out of high school for several years.

“Nothing, I’m with my sister,” she told him. Javier barged through the door past  her, almost as if to catch her lying.

“Oh, hey Isa,” he said to me.

“What are you doing? You can’t be in here,” she told him.

“Are you still mad at me?” he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. My sister looked over at me and then at him.

“Stop,” she pushed him away.

“Adriana, come on, let’s go talk in my car,” he insisted. She looked at him and pursed her lips.

My sister went into her room and he followed her in there and shut the door. I hated him so much.

I ran up to the door and pressed my ear against it to listen.

“I just don’t want to,” she told him.

“But why not? Why are you such a fucking prude? I heard you let Victor hit it last year. Come on, you’re so beautiful, Adri,” he slithered. Low kissing sounds sprinkled throughout his words.

“Stop it, Javi. Get off me!” she shouted.

I immediately burst through the door to find him on top of her — their clothes were still on.

“What are you doing here?” Javi asked me.

“Isa, what is it? Get out!” she yelled at me.

“Mami called. She’s coming. She’s 5 minutes away,” I lied, panicked.

“Oh, shit!” Javi got off her and began to scramble to get his shoes on.

“Isa, get the fuck out!” Adriana yelled at me.

I walked out and slammed her bedroom door. I marched over to my room and slammed that door, too.

I could hear the front door open, close and the sound of Javier’s car driving away.

***

“Isa,” Adriana’s voice was in my ear a few hours later, waking me. I tried hard not to open my eyes.

I felt the chill of the covers taken off my body and then the warmth of her body climbing on top of mine. I was so excited for her to be back in my bed.

“Mmmm” She moved her body over mine in small waves with her hips. I could feel her breath on my cheek. She kissed me. She kissed me again. She turned my head by my chin and licked both of my lips.

The wetness between my legs began to form. I wanted her to kiss me, to feel her tongue on my tongue.

I stuck my tongue out a bit, touching her tongue as she licked. She stopped for a second and I opened my eyes. She lowered her face and plunged her tongue into my mouth.

I felt as if I’d pass out. I wanted more. I tongued her back, licking, sucking, prodding, kissing. She ground on me so hard it hurt, but I liked it. She ran her fingers over my shirt and stuck her hand under it, finding my little nipple. She twisted it roughly.

“Ow!” I flinched.

“Take your shirt off,” she said hurriedly. Without hesitation I began pulling my shirt up above my head, my sister helped remove it and kissed me as soon as I did. She pushed me back down and ran her hands over the small mounds of my breasts.

“Mmmm, when did you get these cute little titties?” she huffed before licking my nipples sloppily. Her tongue felt amazing, my privates tingled. I felt high, frozen, excited all at once. “You’re such a little slut, teasing me in that bikini.”

“I — I wasn’t,” I told her.

“Yeah, you were,” she whispered and kissed my lips again.

Were we having sex? Is this what sex was? This is what they show in the movies. She kissed my boobies again, squeezing and sucking on them really hard.

She sat up and pulled her shorts down her thighs to her knees.

“Here,” she said and grabbed my arm. She took my hand and stuffed it down her panties. Her privates felt warm and prickly like she had shaven recently. My fingers were limp, letting her do whatever she wanted with me. She guided my fingers along with hers into her slit. It was sticky and wet like mine.

“Oh my god!” she slid my fingers up and down herself. Her eyes rolled behind her head and she was breathing so hard over me a bit of drool came down her chin.

She finally collapsed on top of me– her head against my chest. She put her hand down my pants, over my panties and grabbed between my legs.

“You’re soaking wet,” she laughed. I was silent, unsure of what any of it meant.

She started to get out of my bed and back to her feet. “You’re such a little lesbo,” she said before leaving the room.

***

The following week, I felt like I was going crazy. I was obsessed with girl’s bodies, women’s bodies. I didn’t care for the girls my own age, some were pretty but teenage and women’s bodies were sexy. I looked at my mother differently, too. When she’d hug me it would turn hot and wet to feel my face pressed against her large breasts. I didn’t want her though, she was my mother — that was just too weird. But some of the ladies at church or teachers at school, I looked at them in a way I never had before.

Adriana hadn’t looked me in the eyes since that night. Mami was home that weekend and we spent most of the time cleaning and preparing meals for the week. We didn’t have much money so making big batches was cheaper, Mami said. I still had the $20 she had given me for the bookfair. I felt too bad to spend it, in case she needed it.

It was nearly 6 pm on a Tuesday when Adriana came home with her friend, Monica.

“Hi,” I said warmly from the couch, glad I wasn’t alone anymore.

Adriana looked in my direction but then completely ignored me as they went into her room and closed the door. When you walked into my house you were already in the living room. The bedrooms were to the right and the kitchen was attached to the living room but separated by a half-wall.

I felt a lump in my throat as I began to wonder why she hated me so much. I thought about that night at least 100 times. I thought about all of the things I’d do to her if she’d let me. I wondered what she looked like naked and how sucking on her boobies would feel like.

For the next few hours, all I heard was music and laughter coming from Adriana’s room.

The doorbell rang and Monica walked out of my sister’s room with sweats and a baggy t-shirt on to open the door. It was a delivery pizza.

“Yeah, thanks, man,” she said to the driver after handing him some cash. “You out here by yourself?” she asked me. I shrugged. “Do you like pepperoni?” she asked me and I nodded. “Then come on, a comer.”

I jumped up to my feet, thrilled to receive an invitation to eat pizza in my sister’s room.

“Get the fuck out!” my sister yelled as soon as I walked through the door.

“Hey! Be nice to your sister, fool,” Monica yelled at her.

I suddenly liked Monica. She didn’t seem like the brightest person. She was a year or two older than my sister. She had medium-length curly hair that was over-processed and died box-blonde with 2-inch black roots. She also wore a lot of makeup around her eyes and dark purplish-brown lipstick. She had big gold hoop earrings, real Chola style.

My sister was on the bed going through a magazine while Monica and I both sat on the floor. I watched as she opened the box with wide eyes. I was so hungry.

“Hey, give me a slice,” Adriana said, hovering over the bed.

“Fuck no, it’s just for me and Isabel,” she joked. I reached over and handed Adriana a slice. “Aww, look at her. She’s so sweet!”

“Thanks,” my sister said without looking at me.

It was fun being there; just observing, listening to them talk about boys and other people from school. The more I watched Monica, the more I noticed she behaved more like a guy than a girl. She talked like a guy and had confidence I had seen only in guys, but stronger.

She would check out my sister’s butt and boobies the same way I would. Monica and Adriana would argue a lot and call each other names. They also seemed to touch each other a lot: grab each other’s butts, slap on the leg, or touch each other’s hair. Sometimes they’d dance together in a sexy way, too.

“What about you, Isa?” Monica asked me.

I had no clue what they were talking about, I wasn’t paying attention.

“Huh?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh uh,” I shook my head.

“Isabel doesn’t like boys,” my sister said, applying lipstick at her vanity.

“Do you like girls like your sister?” Monica asked me. Girls like my sister did, or girls like my sister? Either way, the answer was yes.

“Hey! I like guys, too!” my sister interjected. I shrugged my shoulders.

“You’re real pretty, should have no issues getting all the girls you want,” Monica said to me, “You look just like my girl.”

“Who is your girl?” my sister asked her.

“You are my girl, fool,” Monica laughed and walked over to my sister.

“No, I’m not,” my sister responded with a coy smile. Monica leaned forward and planted a deep, long kiss on my sister’s lips. She put her hand between Adriana’s legs and rubbed very roughly. It was weird to see my sister dominated by someone else — she was the most dominant person in our house.

“You’re already wet. Look at you,” Monica teased her. “Isa, you want to see me eat your sister’s pussy?”

Oh my god, my heart was racing. Yes! Yes, I did!

“Oh my god!” my sister squealed in a fit of laughter, playfully pushing Monica away from her. “Isabel, go brush your teeth and go to bed.”

My heart sank. I got up slowly and left her room. I could hear the sounds of kissing, giggles, and moans for the next few hours before I went to sleep in my room, right next to hers.

***

I must’ve been really tired because when I opened my eyes, my sister was already licking my nipples. I loved her so much, I loved being this special to her. I loved that she was attracted to me enough to kiss and touch me. I loved that there was only us.

I stroked her hair gently as she did, her leg grinding into me. She sat up and took her shirt off, she had no bra underneath. I stared at her perfectly round boobies, they looked like two large grapefruits about to burst and her nipples were small, brown and hard. I reached up and touched her nipple with my finger. She grabbed my arm and pulled it toward her, making me grab her entire breast.

“Yeah, touch them,” she whispered. I sat up and cupped one in each hand, feeling her nipples and pushing down on them like small buttons. I felt as if I were in a dream. I had wanted this all week.

“Chupa,” she said. Chupa meant to suck, in Spanish. She leaned forward and shoved one of her titties in my mouth. My privates were tingling so much– I had to be wet. I sucked on them gently, running circles around her nipple. While I did, she took my hand and brought it inside her shorts and quickly guided my little finger between her slit. “Ooooh,” she moaned.

“I need more,” she groaned. She snapped my arm out impatiently and got off the bed. She slid her shorts off and walked over to my dresser. “This will be good,” she said. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about but on her way back she had a hairbrush in her hand.

She laid on her back and spread her legs wide open to show me her lacy, beige thong. She moved the fabric aside and revealed two plump lips with something poking out of her slit. She was making hard eye contact with me and it made me feel a little uneasy.

“Is Monica still here?” I asked her. She shook her head. “She had to go home?”

“Yeah,” she said as she began to rub herself with the hairbrush. My mouth dropped open, breathing through my nose couldn’t keep up with my heartbeat.

“Is she coming back tomorrow?”

“Fuck, Isa, I don’t know. Why are you asking so many fucking questions?!”

“Sorry,” I said shyly. I had never been more nervous in my life.

“Do you like it?” she asked me. I nodded. “I know you do, you little lesbo.” She took the brush and pressed it against her slit. I watched in amazement as it disappeared inside of her.

“That doesn’t hurt?” I asked, worried about her.

She laughed. “Here, you do it. Move it in and out of me like this,” she demonstrated. I leaned forward and sat up on my elbows, still in my sleep clothes. I was scared to hurt her. I grabbed the brush and moved it slowly.

“Faster,” she huffed and I tried to pick up the pace. My sister’s slit was moist and glistening, I could hear the brush squishing around. Her whole body was more perfect than I had imagined. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“No,” I said bashfully and she guided my hand to go even faster.

“Yeah, like that. Fuck my pussy,” she growled. Pussy? I had heard that word used all the time but not for privates. “God, you’re so cute. Take your top off, let me see your little titties.” I sat up and took my top off and held it near, a bit cold and embarrassed.

“Show me your ass now,” she said, pumping herself more violently. I stood up on the bed and pulled my pants down, my panties had ice cream cones on them. “Take those off, hurry up.”

I pulled down my panties, too — they were wet beyond belief. I turned around so that she could see my butt.

“Oh, fuck yes. Look at that big ass. Monica is obsessed with your ass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s always talking about it.”

I felt so proud. I imagined when Monica would have even seen me from behind, and whether it was just today or if she had been looking at my butt for a while now.

“Thank you,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“Isa, come here,” she huffed, pumping her pussy harder and harder. “Sit on my lap.”

A smile escaped my face. I eased myself down onto her lap, facing her, as she sat up and my legs wrapped around her body. My wetness was pressed below her belly button and my butt sat on the prickly hairs of her pussy.

She trailed one hand down my chest and to my butt while the other moved the hairbrush in and out of her.

“You’re so pretty, Isa,” she told me and kissed my lips. I pressed my chest to her and wrapped my arms around her neck as she kissed me — deep wet kisses. “Touch my titty,” she whispered.

I grabbed one of her nipples and played with her whole breast with one hand while still hanging onto her neck and kissing her. Naturally, I rubbed my pussy on her stomach, it felt so good to have it touching on skin.

“Mmmm, yes! Fuck!” She moved more quickly, pressing her body against mine and squeezing my buttcheeks, pushing my body onto hers. I felt the pressure building like it never had before. I felt like I wanted to pee, but I was holding it in.

“Adri, tell me something,” I barely made out.

“What?”

“Tell me what we’re doing, please,” I begged her, unsure of what I wanted.

“You’re a little lesbian and you like sucking on your sister’s titties, you nasty little ho.”

“I do,” I said, looking up at her. She kissed me again.

“I’m fucking my pussy with your glitter hairbrush, getting it nasty. You’re rubbing your nastiness all down my stomach like a little slut.”

“Oh my god, something is happening,” I moaned, feeling like my privates would explode.

“Your little ho pussy is coming already? Fuck, that’s going to make me come, too.”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer, my privates exploded all inside. I felt it everywhere in my body. I couldn’t hold onto her any longer and my body fell back and eyes rolled back in my head.

“Oh my god, look at that little pussy!” my sister shrieked as she pumped harder and then suddenly stopped. My legs were still wrapped around her. She collapsed forward onto me and laid her head on my chest.

This was the best day of my life.

“I love you,” I blurted out and immediately regretted it.

My sister started laughing, a little too much. “You’re so stupid,” she said before getting up and leaving my room.

On to Chapter Two!