Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

 

A brief recap: In Chapter One, our heroine Katia goes to a motorcycle rally, where she has her first-ever sexual experience with two young women named Fire and Trace. It’s enough to convince her that she is a lesbian. In this next chapter, Katia has returned home to ordinary life. It sure won’t stay ordinary for long, though…

 

by kinkychic, with additions from kinkys_sis and JetBoy

A few months later, I was at the living room table doing some revision on a piece I’d written about housing issues, part of the journalism course I was taking. Beth, my younger sister, went tearing through the room with her best friend Rachel in hot pursuit. “Little fucker, wait till I catch you!” Rachel shouted.

“Hey – language, Rachel,” I called after her.

She came to an abrupt halt, then shambled back over to where I sat, wearing a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Katia. It sorta slipped out.”

I glanced up. Wow, she sure looks cute today, I thought. “That’s okay. And maybe don’t run around like that, okay? You guys might break something.”

Rachel did a little curtsy, gave me an impish wink and declared, “Anything you say, Miss.” She blew me a kiss, then disappeared up the stairs.

Cheeky little bugger, I said to myself, then carried on with my work.

The next day, I was still chipping away at my article, compiling a list of my sources. Rachel was there again, and she was sitting on the sofa with Beth. They started playfully poking at one another, and that snowballed into a tickling match that had both girls thrashing about, squealing with laughter.

I turned to ask them to either keep the noise down or take it upstairs, but the words died on my lips. Rachel had both legs up in the air, and her panties were in plain view. I found myself staring, then suddenly realised she was watching me. She grinned as I hastily turned away, my face getting hot.

What’s going on here? I asked myself, now totally embarrassed. Why am I checking out my kid sister’s friend, for fuck’s sake?

Later, I was in the kitchen making myself a coffee when Rachel sauntered in. “Beth said to grab a couple of ice lollies,” she said, “is that okay?”

“Sure. They’re in the freezer,” I said, then watched her open the door. Our refrigerator has its freezer down at the bottom, so she had to crouch down to rummage around. Her thighs were parted, and she was bent over far enough to give me an excellent view of her panties. I barely managed to avert my eyes before she stood, a frozen treat in each hand.

“Thanks, Katia,” she said, a hint of amusement in her eyes. Oh, fuck – did she catch me peeking again?

“No problem,” I answered, trying to seem less than completely unnerved. Then I realised she was looking at my tits, not my face. I was wearing a thin t-shirt and a skimpy bra, and the shape of my nipples could easily be seen through the thin fabric. My heart was racing.

Casually peeling the wrapper from one of the ice lollies, Rachel gave it a long, slow lick, “Mmm, nice,” she purred. She scrunched up the wrapper and dropped it in the waste bin, then turned and exited the room, giving her bum a little side-to-side shimmy on the way.

She’s bloody well flirting with me, I thought. No, that can’t be it. But what if it is? Christ, she’s only twelve.

***

That weekend, Rachel turned up again, this time wearing a tight-fitting top and cut-down shorts. With a shock, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. God, she might as well have gone topless.

Giving me a strange look, Beth turned to Rachel. “Go on up, Rach… I’ll be there in a mo.”

I watched Rachel as she went up the stairs – well, to be honest, I was really watching her arse. Those shorts were so tiny that I could see the bottoms of her bum cheeks.

When I turned away Beth was standing there, hands on her hips, glaring at me. “Are you perving on my friend?” she demanded.

A hit too hastily, I said, “Don’t be stupid.” But I felt my face colouring.

“Well, I think you are, and I don’t like it one bit!” Then she flounced off, clearly upset.

Fuck! Okay, I was perving on Rachel, and now Beth knew it. Rachel probably knew it as well. Once again, I asked myself the question that had lurked at the back of my mind all week: was my sister’s friend really flirting with me, or was I just imagining it? How could I find out for sure?

Which only led to another question: why was I getting so fucking aroused by a twelve-year-old girl? My time at the bike rally had been more than enough to convince me I liked girls a whole lot more than boys, and I was perfectly fine with that, but I certainly hadn’t bargained on anything like what I was feeling for Rachel. I’d already rubbed myself off three times that week thinking about her. The first time, I just pictured Rachel naked; after that, I fantasised about the two of us having sex.

By then, I was too restless for schoolwork, so I went upstairs and called out, “I’m taking a shower; anyone need to use the bathroom first?”

From behind her bedroom door, Beth called out, “Nope, go ahead.”

Taking my shower, I felt the temptation to masturbate, all the while imagining what it would be like to make out with Rachel beneath the flowing water. But then I decided not to.

Back in my room and feeling fresher, I got dressed. I picked a top with long underarm cuts, then checked myself in the mirror. Yep, there was a nice view of my sexy blue bra. Then I thought, Oh, what the fuck, and off came the bra. Then I slipped into a pair of snug shorts that really showed off my legs.

I had no idea why I was doing this. It’s not like I was planning to do anything with Rachel… but at the same time, I wanted her to see me as sexy, someone worth crushing on.

Back downstairs, I was standing at the table arranging my papers when Rachel entered. She stopped dead in her tracks. I pretended not to notice, and carried on with what I was doing. Bending forward, I reached for a document at the far end of the table, knowing it would make my boobs sway beneath the skimpy top, and that she’d have a good look at them through the large side cuts. Did I hear her stifle a tiny gasp?

A wicked impulse hit me, one I couldn’t resist acting on. I didn’t turn to face her, just said, “You like my tits, Rachel? You’re certainly having a good look.” Then I raised my head, meeting her eyes.

She didn’t look at all like someone who’d just been caught out. Instead, she smiled and said, “They’re beautiful. I’ve been wanting to see them, y’know.”

I replied, “Yeah, I sort of noticed. That’s why I decided to give you a better view.”

She parted her lips to speak, but before she could, Beth called down the stairs, “Come on, Rach… what are you doing down there?”

Rachel gave me another smile before she went, one that turned me to jelly inside.

***

Half an hour later, the sound of angry voices came from upstairs. Strange, I’d never known Beth and Rachel to fight. Before long, Rachel came tearing down the stairs, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Rachel?” I called out, but it was too late. She stalked out, slamming the front door behind her.

Going upstairs. I could hear Beth crying, too. Standing before her door, I gently knocked.

“What do you want?” she shouted from the other side. Before I could answer, my sister yanked the door open, glaring at me through her tears. “It’s all your bloody fault anyway, s-so leave me alone!” she wailed, then began to sob again.

I knelt before Beth, placing a hand on her shoulder. At least she didn’t shake it off. “For God’s sake, Beth, it’s me, your sister. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Now what’s the matter?”

Beth’s lower lip was trembling, but her eyes still shone with anger. “You, trying to steal my best friend! Rachel told me. She says she likes you. Won’t stop g-going on about how pretty and sexy you are.”

“Oh, Beth. I’d never take your best friend away. You two are great together; I wouldn’t mess that up.”

She folded her arms, still staring down at me. “So why do you keep looking at her?”

Fucking hell. No getting out of it now – I had to be truthful with my sister. I got to my feet, then sat at the foot of her bed. “You were right, Beth. I was perving on your friend. I’m a lesbian… and God knows why, but I fancy Rachel. I’m pretty sure she feels the same.”

Beth’s eyes widened. “You… you’re gay?”

I slowly nodded. “I met these women at the bike rally, and I, um, did things with them. We had an amazing time, and after that… well, I knew I liked girls.”

“And you like Rachel? But she’s – I mean, she’s practically still a kid! Don’t you want a girlfriend who’s more, y’know, close to your age?”

“I know it’s weird, but…” I fell silent. How could I explain, when I didn’t understand it myself! “I… I think there are times when you don’t get to decide who you like, it just happens. I didn’t mean to start crushing on Rachel, but I did. You’ve got to understand, though – I’m not trying to steal her from you! It’s a completely different feeling. There’s no reason you two should stop being friends.”

Beth furrowed her brow as she pondered my words. Finally she said, “So you aren’t trying to make Rachel like you more than she does me.”

“No, no. It’s not the same kind of liking.”

She thought for a moment more, then shrugged. “I s’pose that’s okay, then.”

I stared at my sister in disbelief. “Omigod, Beth, d’you really mean that? You and Rachel will still be friends, even if she and I are… well, having it off? Not that I’m actually going to do anything with her!” I quickly added. “But if I did, you wouldn’t mind?”

“Nope,” she said, now grinning. “Now that I think about it, you and Rach being girlfriends sounds kinda cool, long as me and her are still besties.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why I got so mad at Rachel… it just seems silly now. In fact, I’m gonna call her and apologise!”

Before I could say a word, Beth raced out of my room and was barreling down the stairs.

Half an hour later, my sister was sprawled out on the couch with her phone, chatting avidly with Rachel. They were laughing again, sharing school gossip and discussing pop singers they liked, so things were obviously sorted. As for what might happen between Rachel and me, I had no idea.

***

That Saturday afternoon, I was stretched out on my bed idly thumbing through a magazine when my sister stuck her head in. “Hi, sis,” Beth said. “Me and Rach are going to the beach. Wanna come with us?”

I wasn’t about to say no, that’s for sure. In fact, I changed out of my jeans and worn flannel shirt into a snug pair of yoga pants, topped by my favourite Elvis Presley t-shirt, which I chose to wear without a bra.

It was overcast that day, so there weren’t many others headed to the beach. When we boarded the bus, it was almost empty. Beth got on first, then led us straight to the bench-seat at the very back. She sort of nudged me into the corner, Rachel sat next to me, then Beth took the spot next to her before the bus pulled into traffic.

As we rumbled down the road, I noticed Rachel and my sister holding hands, just like young friends do. Then Beth reached over to take my hand, which she casually placed on Rachel’s knee before getting up and moving to the seat in front of us.

I was absolutely stunned. What was Beth up to? How was I supposed to respond? I had no idea.

Leaning in close, Rachel whispered, “You can touch me if you want.” Shocked, I turned to look at her. I saw the hunger in her eyes, the need she felt for my caress.

This was the moment of truth. I could back away, or I could realise my soul’s desire. For the last few days I’d been trying to kid myself, thinking I was just crushing on Rachel with no intention of doing anything about it. You just think she’s hot, I repeatedly decided, but you don’t actually want to fuck her. Deep down inside, I must’ve always known I was lying. Now that little fib had blown up in my face.

I saw my hand touch Rachel’s knee, then watched it slide up her leg as if under someone else’s control. But it wasn’t. I was doing this, touching the softness of her inner thigh. Good sense told me, No, it’s wrong, you can’t do this. But those eyes of hers wouldn’t leave me alone. So much love, so much wanting… I was lost.

Rachel had a surprise waiting for me. I was expecting to touch the front of her panties, but found only the barely downed cleft of a twelve-year-old’s vagina. I felt hot and cold at the same time, my heart galloping wildly. Fuck me, I thought. She’s gone without knickers!

Using the tip of my middle finger, I began to stroke Rachel’s slit. She settled back into the bus seat, parting her legs for me. I heard her moan and utter, “Fuck, yes.” As she grew increasingly wet, I let my fingers carefully separate the labia, opening her enough to ease one inside. Her eyes widened when I moved that finger around in tiny circles, massaging the walls of Rachel’s vagina.

Not wanting to chance breaking her hymen, I sought out and found the girl’s tiny clit, then gently rubbed it. Her mouth hung slack, hands tightly clasped by her sides, but she began to rock her hips in time with my feather-light strokes. I heard her say, “Oh, Katia, please do me. Make me feel good.”

I stole a quick glance at the bus driver’s mirror, enough to assure myself that the double seat in front of us was enough to block his view. No one else was close to the back of the bus, so we were safe. I pushed a fingertip inside Rachel again, while using my thumb to stroke her clit. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a sudden moan.

From one row up, Beth had her chin resting on the back of her seat, watching intently as I made love to her best friend. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing unsteady… Wait, is my sister masturbating? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but at least she was looking around every now and then to make sure no one else could see us.

I felt Rachel tense up, so I rubbed her clit even faster. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but didn’t dare.

A violent jerk shook her body, and she hastily covered her mouth again. Just in time, too, because seconds later, Rachel was coming. I felt her thighs quiver, then close to trap my hand between them. By then, her pussy was dripping wet, and so were my fingers.

She rode her orgasm all the way, then seized my wrist. “Th-that’s lovely, Katia, but please – please stop.”

I withdrew my hand, and Rachel relaxed, giving me a sleepy smile. “I’ve been dreaming about this, y’know. You touching me, making me feel good, So, so good. I love you, Katia.”

“I… I love you too, Rachel.”

“Fucking hell!” I heard Beth quietly exclaim. I looked up to see a huge grin on her face. “I never saw anything like that before. You guys were amazing together; It was way cool.”

“See, I told you how great it is to be with girls,” said Rachel. “You ought to try it, Beth!”

My sister gave a thoughtful nod. “Yeah… maybe I should. I sure can’t imagine any boy making me feel that good!”

“Boys are all wankers,” said Rachel, her lip curling slightly. “You’re better off without ‘em.”

The rest of the day passed like a dream for me, even though there were no further opportunities to touch or kiss Rachel, or for her to return the favour. Even the bus home was crowded. But she promised that we two would get together soon. Her idea was for Beth to have her over to spend the night, then she’d sneak into my bedroom when my parents were asleep.

“Why can’t Katia come to my bedroom?” Beth protested. “I want to see you guys fuck for real. Clothes off and everything!”

A day earlier, I would’ve told Beth to stop being a Nosey Parker and go find her own bloody girlfriend… but something about having my little sister watch while I fingered her best friend really turned me on. Am I one of those girls who likes doing sexual things while other people watch? I wondered. Well, other girls, anyhow. I couldn’t imagine letting a bloke see something like that.

“What, you only want to watch us?” Rachel shot back. “Bo-ring! Why not strip off and join the party?” She gave my sister’s thigh a squeeze. “I’d totally do you both at the same time.”

“Rachel!” my sister gasped, shocked in spite of herself. “God, you’re soooo bad.” I noticed she didn’t say no, though.

When we arrived at our bus stop, Beth and I exchanged goodbyes with Rachel, who hugged my sister, then gave me a quick kiss, “See you soon,” she whispered, then she set off for home. Beth and I silently watched her stroll around the corner, then we left too.

My sister and I didn’t talk much the rest of the way home. Too much to think about, I guess. Finally I said, “That girl’s really something.”

Beth broke into a huge grin. “Isn’t she? But she’s amazing, too, huh? I’m not sure why I got fluff up my nose about Rachel crushing on you. Now, I like the idea of you two being girlfriends.” Just then, we rounded the corner and our house came into view. My sister squealed, “See ya!” and raced ahead, leaving me somewhat confused. What was going on in that busy little head of hers?

***

The next day I was filled with conflicting emotions. I’d never had a boyfriend, nor much wanted one. At the same time, I’d never given much thought to messing about with girls. Bikes had been my life until I went to that rally, where Fire and Trace awakened something in me, something big. Now I was a lesbian, on the verge of starting my first real romantic relationship… with a girl of twelve, for fuck’s sake!

I wanted Rachel, that much I knew for certain. But she was just a kid. And what did that make me? Some kind of queer pervert. It wasn’t just a sex thing, I knew that much – I genuinely cared for her. But let’s face it, normal teenage girls don’t have it off with twelve-year-olds.

Just after lunchtime, I heard Rachel’s voice. She was out in the backyard, chatting with Beth. A mixture of panic and a frantic need to see her swept through me. Mum was still busy in the kitchen, and she hadn’t made up her mind whether she was going golfing or not. So the last thing I wanted was to run into Rachel if she came inside, for fear of Mum seeing us together. My mother is very perceptive, and I could totally see her noticing the feelings I had for my little sister’s best friend.

Instead, I went up to my room, where I logged into Saphoria, my favourite all-girl chat and pics website. I needed something to take my mind off Rachel. I had only recently found the site through a link I stumbled on at Juicy Secrets, this lesbian sex story site I’d also been exploring.

Investigating Saphoria for the first time, I was shocked. All those nude photos of young girls! But the deeper I dug into the site, the more I got into that kind of thing. Juicy Secrets was much the same, only with words instead of images. Nearly every story there featured at least one underage character. Between the two sites, I was developing a serious taste for young stuff.

I logged into Saphoria, noticing there were no new messages for me, then began to look for hot pictures. It wasn’t long before I was in the teen section. So many preteen cuties, showing off their bodies and having a lovely time doing it. I was transfixed by the beauty of some of the girls I saw. Fuck me, I was getting seriously horny.

Half an hour later, I felt much better. I’d made myself come really, really hard while scrolling through the beauties I’d copied and saved. I made a final check of my inbox. Still nothing new, so I looked up the last conversation I’d had the previous day with this lesbian lady from Budapest named Toni.

I couldn’t believe some of the things I’d said! Sure, I had too much to drink, but even so, what I read really knocked me for a loop. She and I had worked up a joint fantasy, one where we explored sexual pleasures that I haven’t even experienced!

Fuck, I’m getting all hot and bothered again. Best go and have a shower.

When I got back to my room, freshly showered and in my bathrobe, I got a huge shock. Oh, God, Beth and Rachel were seated in front of my laptop!

They both looked up, wearing guilty expressions. Finally Beth mumbled, “Um, sorry, sis. We came to find you and heard you in the shower, so we decided to wait for you to finish up, so we could hang out.” She pointed at my laptop. “I saw this open, and I know we shouldn’t have looked at your personal stuff… but well, we sorta did anyway. Don’t be cross with us, okay?”

I crossed to the laptop. Shit! My conversation with the lesbian was still up. “How much of this did you read?” I asked them.

Beth looked down at the floor, “Well, all of it. Sorry, sis.” She looked back up, giving me a sheepish grin. “It is pretty hot.”

I couldn’t really be angry at the girls. It was my stupid mistake, leaving the site open. Had it been me looking, I’d have done exactly the same.

I glanced at Rachel, who was staring at me in awe. “Have you really done all those things?” she asked.

“Um, not all,” I admitted. “But I will someday.” What the hell, she already knew I was gay.

I went to the laptop, intending to shut it down before things got even weirder. “You’re not going to show us any more?” Beth pouted. “We were really getting into it!”

“I think you two have seen quite enough,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And why are you so interested, Beth? Do you even like girls that way?” My little sister seemed mostly obsessed with boy pop stars, getting huge crushes on one after another.

Beth actually blushed. “Well… I’m starting to think I do like girls. I’m not totally sure, but maybe, yeah.”

While I digested that bit of info, a new message popped up on my laptop. “Go sit over there while I look at this,” I told Beth and Rachel. They looked disappointed, but did what I said.

I opened the message, thrilled to discover it was Toni, my fantasy lover from the day before! I remember thinking I ought to ask her to get in touch with me later, when I was on my own, but I was too excited to wait. We exchanged a few words, getting flirty, then she started getting into the dirty stuff.

I quickly messaged her back. Maybe we should do this later. My little sister and her best friend are hanging out  with me.

I thought Toni would agree and log off. Instead, my friend did the exact opposite. Give them kisses for me, proper kisses!

Suddenly Rachel and Beth were standing behind me, looking over my shoulder and giggling.

Annoyed, I looked up at Rachel, but got caught up in the lustful look she gave me. “You haven’t actually kissed me yet,” she murmured.

Oh, fuck, I told myself. This is a REALLY bad idea. But I wanted to, so much it made me ache inside.

Rachel didn’t wait, just rushed into my arms. Just like that, we were kissing – hot, juicy kisses that made my head spin. She was inexperienced, of course, but learned what she needed to right away. We were getting hot and heavy, making out in my chair while Beth watched. Finally we drew apart, sharing bashful smiles.

Then Rachel shocked me in a big way. “You need to kiss Beth now!” she said.

“What?” I gasped. “I can’t do that, she’s my sister!”

“Why not? Your friend,” she pointed at the laptop, “she wants you to. So do I. Beth does too, I bet!”

I turned to look at my sister. Her cheeks were flushed, her pants undone – had she been fingering herself while I was kissing Rachel?

“How about it, Beth?” Rachel continued. “You told me just a little while ago how beautiful your sister is. Don’t you want her to kiss you?”

“I don’t know,” Beth mumbled, staring at her feet, the walls, anywhere but at me. “Um… maybe?”

I was treading on dangerous ground, that much I knew, but something about my sister’s shyness made me want to do this thing for her. Even if Beth could be a pest, I still loved her to bits.

Moving closer, I offered her my hand, but she made no move to take it. I think she was scared. “If you want, I’ll give you a kiss, Beth,” I told her. “Would you like that?”

She frowned, but after a moment, gave a quick nod, whispering, “Yes.”

Wrapping both arms around Beth’s tense body, I gently pressed my mouth to hers. She didn’t respond at first, just let me kiss her. I held the kiss for longer than I should have, until she began to relax a bit. When I pulled away, she had a puzzled look on her face.

The Inbox flagged up again with a new message from Toni. You will play with the girls some more? Thats what I MOST want to hear about! 

Then I saw there was an attachment. I clicked on it and – oh my God, it’s a video of two naked women, one licking the other’s pussy. The Inbox again: It’s me with a friend, you like this?

The video was long and intense, and I could feel myself getting wet. Toni’s next message said, Touching your cunt, yes?

It was too much for me. Right there, with my twelve-year-old sister and her friend looking on, I pulled up my skirt, pushed down my panties and kicked them to one side, then started fingering my pussy.

Within seconds, Rachel was doing the same, a pair of cute baby blue knickers shoved down to ring her knees. Beth stood open-mouthed, staring at us as we masturbated.

Another message popped up, and this time Beth moved to open it. It was a second video, carrying on where the other left off – only this time Toni and her lover were grinding their cunts together. Beth stared at the screen for a moment, then began to type. Was she telling Toni what we were doing?

Toni’s reply quickly popped up. You just let that pretty girl rub herself off? Or will you lick her?

That was enough to give me an orgasm, right then and there. My body jerked as those lovely, familiar feelings raged through me – and having Rachel and Beth watching the show made it even better.

Okay, so I’d come, but the words of the computer screen were taunting me, telling me to do something I knew I shouldn’t – which only made me more determined to do it anyway. So I got down on my knees in front of Rachel, watching the girl’s fingers as she toyed with her pussy.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I moved Rachel’s hands away and extended my tongue, getting my first taste of her. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. Using two fingers, I spread her open, then licked the pink interior, so tart and juicy.

I tongue-fucked Rachel for a minute or so before licking a path up to the button of her clit. She cried, “Oh… oh God, Katie, I – I love you!“

Wondering what Beth was up to, I stole a glance at her, oddly thrilled to see my baby sister with a hand down the front of her jeans, frantically rubbing away. She watched as I went down on Rachel, then turned to stare at the video, then back to us again.

My hands were cupping Rachel’s arse, and when I felt her tense there I knew she was about to come. Taking her clit between my lips, I teased it with a tiny nibble. Almost immediately, she exploded, a squirt of her liquid essence splashing my face, then dripping from my chin. Her body was jerking, and with each jerk, another splash. I caught most of it in my mouth. Mmm, she tasted divine.

Finally Rachel went limp, and I carefully guided her to the bed, where we flopped down together. She was breathing hard, but managed to give me a juicy kiss, moaning as she tasted herself on my lips and tongue.

I looked at my sister, whose eyes were screwed tightly shut as she masturbated, still leaning against my desk. Turning to Rachel, who was up on one elbow watching Beth, I whispered, “What do you think? Should we help her out?”

“Yes!” she squeaked, her eyes dancing with excitement.

Getting to our feet, Rachel and I advanced toward my little sister, who we grabbed and more or less tossed on the bed.

Beth was staring at us in mixed confusion and disbelief. Perhaps she was thinking of running away, but we were too fast for her. I reached for her jeans, pulling them down and off. Then Rachel seized the waistband of her panties and tugged. She held them to her face, breathing in the scent, then let them drop to the carpet.

Beth went back to fingering herself while we watched. Taking a moment to study my little sister’s masturbation technique, I realised she was clumsily rubbing her pussy lips. That’s no good, I told myself. She’ll never get off, doing it like that.

Honestly, I don’t know what got into me, other than the need to help my little sister. Nudging her hand aside, lay down between Beth’s thighs and licked the length of her slit. She was goggling at me, utterly shocked. But the die was cast, my tongue was inside her, and I had no intention of stopping.

I licked as deep as I could go, probing my sister’s cunt. Beth seemed as nervous as she was thrilled, but couldn’t run away – Rachel was hugging her close, kissing her neck, then she moved down to take a nipple into her mouth.

Beth soon began to respond, especially when I began paying special attention to her clit. It was barely protruding from beneath its fleshy hood; so tiny, but obviously aroused. I gently kissed it, then gave it a lick.

Her hands were twitching next to my face, clutched into two tight little fists. I licked faster, carefully easing the tip of a finger into her pussy. Now her hips were pressing into my face. I saw Rachel get up and move over to the laptop and begin to type as Beth started shaking.

My little sis was coming. It wasn’t a massive climax, but the look of wonder on her face was unmistakable.

Crawling up the bed to lie next to Beth, I took her in my arms, and we shared a gentle kiss. “Was that your first time?” I asked her.

She nodded, suddenly shy. “I – I get the feelings sometimes, but I don’t know how to finish.”

I gave Beth’s hand a squeeze. “Well, now you do. Love you, little sister.”

“Love you too,” she replied, then glanced over at her friend. “What’s Rachel doing?”

“Let’s see.” Beth and I got up and joined Rachel at my desk. “What are you writing?” I asked.

“Take a look,” she said, giving me her seat.

I scrolled back up and read, This is Rachel. Oh my god, its incredible! Katia is licking her little sister Beth. I think she likes it a whole lot. I sure did!

Then a picture came in, a very naughty one of a woman’s arse. This is me as well, it said.

I said, “Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” Rachel just gave a happy sigh.

But Beth asked, “Can I answer that, please?” I nodded, and she typed, I watched the words appear. I think your bum is SOOOO beautiful. Love, Beth xxx.

The answer came straight back, Hi Beth. Would you like to touch my bum? Put your finger inside? If you wish to, I will let it happen.

Beth hesitated for a few seconds and then typed again. I never used to look at girls that way before. but now, yes please, I’d like to touch you there. She thought again, then added, I’ve never really touched a bum hole, not even mine, now I totally want to. xxx.

Again, a quick answer. I’d touch your bum and kiss it, even lick inside. You like?

Beth whimpered, then I saw she was touching her pussy again. “Tell her what you’re doing,” I said.

She looked up at me. “Huh?”

“Tell her you’re fingering your pussy while looking at her pic. Believe me, she’ll like that.”

Now wearing a little grin, Beth began to type with one hand. It was a bit of a mess, but her meaning came through loud and clear. i got yyour pic in front of me. got my fingers in mypussy. now i’m gonna touch my bumhole and pretend its you whos doing t, sexy lady.

Back came the answer. Wet your finger in your pussy, then you can fuck your arse with it. Do it for me, make me come from thinking about what you do, thinking about you fucking yourself, pretty girl.

Rachel and I were standing behind my sister. We watched as she hiked her heels up onto the chair, her knees almost at her head. She dipped another finger into her pussy until it was coated with wetness, then awkwardly reached under herself.

“Ahhh… there we go,” Beth said, then she started fingering her anus. As for her left hand, she placed it between her legs and began to masturbate again.

Reaching over to the keyboard, I typed for Beth. My sister is fingering both her holes for you.

I felt Rachel’s hand touching my arse, so I stayed bent over. Is she going into my bum? I wondered. Sure enough, she pressed a fingertip against my rosebud, but failed to gain entry. “You have to get it wet first,” I told her.

Oh, yeah. Okay,” she said, and slipped the finger into her mouth. I bent over, waiting for it, and soon felt Rachel penetrate my rectum.

When Fire and Trace introduced me to lesbian sex, I quickly got a taste for all things anal. Fire especially loved to lick and finger my bumhole. Rachel was new to this kind of thing, but it still felt lovely. And the way I was bent over gave me a glorious view of Beth as she fucked herself. God, that was so hot. I started stroking my clit as Rachel’s finger moved in and out of my arse. I didn’t take long, I never do, and soon found myself panting my way through a shivery orgasm.

Moments later, I listened to Beth moaning as she approached her own climax. Then I watched a message from Toni unfold on the laptop. Fuck Im coming

Beth jerked in the chair, “Oh, fuck… oh, FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhh…”

We’d barely had time to recover when I heard the front door open and close downstairs. Shit! Mum was home. I blurted, “Quick, Beth – your room!” My sister and Rachel snatched up their things and beat a hasty retreat.

Seizing the laptop, I quickly typed, Mum’s home, got to go. Bye lover, then logged off.

“Katia?” I heard Mum call.

“Hi, Mum. Be down in a sec!” I called from the doorway, then hurried to get dressed.

On to Part Three!