Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

For kinkychic and kinkys_sis

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

My sister Stacy has big tits. She’s proud of them, I think, but she only wears extra-extra-baggy sweatshirts at school because the girls tease her and the boys try to grab her in the halls.

At home with me it’s different. She can show off all she wants, because I’m smaller than she is, and I’m kind of in awe.

It’s not like she suddenly decided to walk around topless in front of me. Actually, it was kind of my idea, or at least I’m responsible. It happened one Friday after school. I was up in our room, and I dug one of her bras out of the dresser. I was wondering what it would be like to have breasts like hers, so I took off my T-shirt, and I was holding the bra across my chest, looking at myself in the mirror, when she walked in on me. I didn’t even know she was home.

Stacy was nice about it, though. She didn’t laugh or yell at me for going through her stuff. She even came over and fastened the hooks in back and tightened the shoulder straps.

“There. You feel grown up now?” she said.

“Not really.” The bra didn’t fit. It was too big, even with the straps tightened all the way, and worse, the cups were empty. Stacy got some socks out of her drawer, and we stuffed those in.

“Better?” she asked.

Actually, it was pathetic.

“I’m never gonna be like you,” I said.

“You’re still a kid,” she said.

“You already had them by now.”

It’s true. Stacy’s thirteen, and she started developing when she was like nine. I’m almost eleven, and I still look like a boy without a wiener.

“You’re prob’ly gonna look like Aunt Cathy,” Stacy said. That’s my dad’s sister I was named after. Everybody in his family is skinny. Stacy’s built more like my mom.

“Aunt Cathy is like a double-A,” I said.

“She’s lucky, and so are you,” Stacy said. “Big tits are a pain in the ass.”

“So how do I take this off?”

“Just reach back and undo the hooks.”

I tried that, but I couldn’t get a grip on the straps, and after a bit it felt like somebody was twisting my arms.

“Or you could turn it around and do the hooks from the front,” Stacy said. “A lot of girls do that.”

“How do you do it?”

“From the back,” she said. “But I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Could you show me?”

“What – show you how I take off my bra?”

“Yeah.”

“What for?”

“You’re my big sister. You’re supposed to teach me stuff.”

“Yeah, right,” she said. But she thought about it for a second and took off her sweatshirt. She was wearing the same kind of bra I tried on, but it looked a lot different on her. She filled it out totally, like she was about to break through it. The cups only covered her breasts underneath, and the tops were bare and puffed up. I thought it was a shame she covered them up all the time.

“Now, watch, dummy,” she said. She turned her back to me, reached behind her with one hand and popped the hooks just by snapping her fingers. It was like a magic trick, it happened so fast. The straps sprang open. She had to catch the bra before it dropped off her chest.

That should have been it. The demonstration was over. She could have redone the hooks and put her sweatshirt back on. But she didn’t. Instead, she took the bra all the way off. She held it a little above her head, so I could see it, and said, really snarky, “Now, you fold it carefully, one cup inside the other, like this, and wrap the straps around them. And ta da! ” She turned around, holding the bra out.

I couldn’t talk. Seriously. They were too perfect. At least I thought so. My arm came up like it had a mind of its own. I stopped myself when I realized what I was doing, but just as I was pulling back, Stacy took my hand and laid it on top of her right tit.

“Is that what you wanted?” she said, like it was some kind of accusation. “That’s what everybody wants.”

Well, I could understand why the boys at school were always grabbing them. Right then, I was on their side. And it pissed me off because she was putting it all on me, like I was the one who wanted a feel, and she was just putting up with it. Like, oh, my tits are no big deal and everybody else is a pig. Which was bull. She wanted it as much as I did, because she slid my hand down, over the nipple and around to the outside. It was funny, the way it wobbled, like jello. I took hold of the other one, too, and jiggled it the same way.

“Okay,” she said. “That’s enough.”

Not yet, it wasn’t. I flicked the nips with my thumbs.

“Oh!” she said. She didn’t sound at all annoyed that time. So I did it more, like I was playing one of those thumb pianos in music class.

The nips were longer and stiffer now than when she took off her bra, and a darker shade of pink, like they were blushing. Her face was red, too. Something was happening to her. She had to put her hands on my shoulders to stay standing.

“You okay?” I said.

“Yeah, fine.”

I pinched one nip between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it out as far as I could. It was really solid, and her tit seemed to pull back on it. I was afraid maybe it would hurt, but she didn’t mind at all.

“Do the other one,” she said.

This was like playing in a sandbox, my own little playground. Stacy let me do whatever I felt like – squeeze them and press them flat and move them around in circles. We could have gone for an hour if we hadn’t heard the front door open.

“You girls home?” Mom called.

“Yeah!” Stacy yelled, and she jumped back.

I heard Mom’s keys jingling, and the door closing, and then Mom’s footsteps on the stairs, and for the first time, I noticed we’d left the bedroom door open.

“What naughty things are you two up to?” Mom called. She didn’t sound suspicious or anything. She was just kidding around, but I was in a panic. I mean, shit! What would she think if she caught me in Stacy’s bra, stuffed with socks, and Stacy with her tits bare?

I managed to pull the thing off over my head and throw it behind the dresser, but I was still topless, fooling with my T-shirt, when Mom walked in. She hardly noticed. I guess she thought I was just changing. Besides, there’s nothing to see when I’m only naked from the waist up.

Stacy got her sweatshirt back on in time, but she left her bra on her bed. Mom didn’t seem to notice that, either. She kissed us and asked what we wanted for dinner and went to her own room to change.

Stacy and I looked at each other, bug-eyed, like we’d just missed being in a car wreck. Then we went downstairs.

Friday nights we’re allowed to stay up late. Usually, it’s fun to hang out with Mom, but tonight dragged on and on. All I could think about was Stacy in that sweatshirt and no bra. Her tits jiggled every time she moved, and the sides made round bulges under the flannel, and sometimes the nipples poked up. I could still feel them in my hands.

Then, around nine, Stacy suddenly announced she wanted to go to bed, which was way early. Mom was surprised, since Stacy didn’t seem all that tired, but she wasn’t going to argue if it meant the house would be quiet for one night.

I felt let down. I was planning to stay up with Mom when Stacy caught my eye and jerked her head toward the stairs.

“Y’know, I think I’m kind of tired, too,” I said.

“Rough week at school?” Mom asked.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“You’re like old women,” Mom said. “I thought I was the only one.” Me and Stacy lined up for our goodnight kiss, and Mom wished us sweet dreams.

We went upstairs single-file, Stace leading the way. She didn’t seem to be in any hurry, but I was getting more antsy with every step.

“What’s goin’ on?” I said.

“Shh,” she said.

We got to our room. As soon as I closed the door, Stacy stripped down to her panties, flopped back on her bed, and slapped her thighs, like “hop on.” “Take your jeans off first,” she said.

So I did. I got on top of her in just my panties and T-shirt. Her boobs were kind of hanging away from each other, bulging at the sides. I pushed them together, then let go and watched them slide apart. I did that a few times.

“Do that thing with your thumbs,” Stacy said.

I played the music-class game again – Plink! Plink! Plink! – and when her nipples got rubbery, I twirled them in my fingers and pulled on them, like before, to see how far I could stretch them.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.

“No, it’s cool.”

“I thought big tits were a pain in the ass.”

“Sometimes,” she said.

I had an idea. Before I thought to stop myself, I bent down and kissed her nipple. She was like all shocked, but not really.

“You’re bad,” she said.

I kissed it again, but this time I stayed there, feeling the tiny bumps against my lips. Stacy made a noise, like ahh, which I took to mean she liked it. I gave it a little lick.

“Oh, do that more,” she said. She stuck her fingers through my hair and pulled my face in. The skin smelled nice. There was a trace of the lavender soap we have in the shower. It was making me dizzy. And I thought, okay, I’m here, she likes it, I might as well. So I opened wide and sucked.

Stacy started squirming underneath me. “Ooh,” she said, all out of breath. It was sweet, and in a weird way, it made me feel like I was the big sister. I sucked harder. Stacy got stiff all over. She froze for a long time, pushing up with her heels. Then she crashed and laid still, panting.

“Are you okay?” I said. “Stace?”

I’ll never forget what she said next.

“I am so fucking horny.”

Those were her exact words. Then she jumped on me. She pushed me over on my back, pulled my shirt up, and licked all over my chest. She was so into it, it was scary, though it didn’t feel like much. I mean, it tickled, which was fun, but I didn’t see what the big deal was. Maybe my nipples aren’t as sensitive as hers are yet. And I’m laying there thinking, Does everybody get this crazy when they’re thirteen?

What I really liked – and I really liked it – was when she pulled my panties down and played with my pussy. Yeah, I know the word. I’ve been touching myself down there since I was little, but it never felt so good before. Stacy pressed hard at the top, over that tiny bump, and jerked her hand around. Then she stuck her middle finger up my hole. I was so slippery by then, it was all the way in before I knew what was going on.

My panties were down around my knees. I kicked at them and got one leg out, so they were hanging off my other ankle. I spread my legs more, and Stacy pumped me faster. Her hand kept slapping my magic bump.

“You like it when I fuck your cunt?” she said.

I went Huh! out loud and Stacy kissed me hard. All these feelings were piling on – her finger in my pussy, her tongue in my mouth, her tits in my hands. It kept getting more intense, building and building.

It couldn’t keep going. Something had to happen, and it did. I never felt anything even close to it before, but I knew what it was. It had to be. My first Big O. It was a total out-of-body thing. I mean, I heard they were supposed to be nice, but shit! Nothing you read in a book, or any kind of heart-to-heart with your mom, can prepare you for the mind-blowing awesomeness of it.

And speaking of Mom, that was the moment she decided to knock on the door.

“You girls all right in there?”

“YEAH WE’RE FINE!” Stacy yelled. She yanked her finger out of my pussy, but my orgasm didn’t stop. The fear just made it bigger. I had one more giant wave to get through. I curled up, hugging my knees, and rode it out, praying Mom would not open that door.

“What was that noise?” Mom went on, like a nosy bitch. “It sounded like one of you was hurt.”

“Cat stubbed her toe,” Stacy said.

“Okay then. As long as you’re all right. Sleep tight, both of you. I love you.”

“Love you, Mom,” Stacy said.

“How ’bout you, Cat? You sure you’re all right?”

“I’m okay, Mom.” Finally, I could talk. “Really! I love you! Good night!” Go away already! The hall got quiet again.

“Oh my God!” Stacy mouthed.

“Whew!” I said, laughing in spite of myself. Stacy reached back and turned out the light on the nightstand. We laid there in the dark, holding each other until we stopped shaking.

“You almost got us killed,” Stacy whispered.

“Me? It was your fault,” I said. I mimicked her in my squeakiest voice: “‘I am so fucking horny!’”

“Bitch, shut up!” she said. She smacked my ass. Not hard, because she didn’t want Mom to hear, but it still stung.

We couldn’t stop giggling. Not till we kissed. That got us serious again, fast. I should have felt like a total perv, kissing my own sister the way I’d kiss a boy, but I was so relieved after the thing with Mom, I wanted that affection. Anyway, it was no pervier than Stacy sticking her finger up my pussy.

We made out a long time, like real lesbian girlfriends, with our lips kind of chewing and our tongues rolling back and forth, sliding and tangling. I loved that. I felt Stacy’s tits while we did it. She held my ass. Finally I worked up my courage and put my hand down her panties. She was an oozy mess down there, which I kind of expected, but she’s also got hair, which I don’t yet. It felt like a wet sponge.

“I’m soaked,” she said. And she wriggled out of her panties while I kicked my own off my foot and took my shirt off all the way. It was the best feeling to hug her tight, completely naked. (Well, second best, maybe.) Stacy’s skin was warm and smooth and her tits mashed against my chest. Our legs locked together, and pretty soon we nailed down the rhythm of rubbing each other’s pussies with our thighs.

I felt another O coming on, but it was different from my first one. It was slower and deeper and – I don’t know – cozier. I was learning there are different kinds. They can be wild, or they can be sweet. I like them either way.

“Stace?”

“Don’t stop. What?”

“Why’d you do that before?”

“Do what?”

“When you like jumped on me.”

“I don’t know. You were there.”

“Because I sucked your tits?”

“It turned me on.”

“Will that happen every time?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Try it again and see.”

She arched her back, pushing her tits up. They looked pale and blurry in the dark, like ghosts, and the circles at the ends looked black. I took one in my mouth, and then the other one after a while. Stacy didn’t go crazy this time, even though I sucked and sucked, but I wasn’t disappointed. I’m sure she wasn’t, either. Not from the way she kept moaning.

Like I said, that’s how we started. We do shit all the time now, whenever Mom’s not around. Like we eat each other out, taking turns, or both at the same time. Stacy sticks her tongue up my ass, or between my toes. I swear to God, there’s not an inch of my body she hasn’t kissed, licked, or sucked.

I kiss her all over, too, but her tits are still my fave. Stace hardly ever wears a bra at home anymore, and anytime I feel like it, I can pull her sweatshirt up and have a snack. Or I’ll do raspberries on them, or just lay naked in bed with her and rest my head between them. They make nice fluffy pillows.

I was afraid Stace’d get pissed with me, ’cause I’m being so obsessive, or at least complain about her nipples getting chapped, but I remember what she said one time when I told her I could suck them forever.

“So shut up and do it.”

The End