Chapter 3
Liz opened her eyes. She felt marvelous. She could hear someone in the bathroom down the hall; other than that the house was quiet.
She climbed out of bed and lazily stretched her slim frame towards the ceiling. She gave herself a quick rub-down to waken her drowsy muscles. A well-fucked feeling consumed her. With good reason, she thought to herself. She had had five orgasms with Bobby the night before and only gotten back to her room minutes before her mother returned from her date.
Not that Liz was afraid of her mother. Far from it. She just did not want to ruin a good thing. She smiled. She knew the good thing was going to get a lot better. Barbara had come very close to the edge last night. Liz reasoned that all she needed now was a little push.
At that moment her younger sister came into the room. Liz turned to greet her. When Barbara saw her sister's smiling mouth she lowered her eyes. Two emotions swept through her simultaneously; one was revulsion, the other, arousal.
"Well, if it isn't the foolish virgin. Good morning," Liz laughed.
Barbara stopped in front of her mirror. She did not look up. "What do you mean?" she asked timidly.
Liz could see that she was trembling. She went over and stood behind her sister. They both looked at Barbara's face in the mirror.
"Barbara, I'm sorry about last night," she said qui- etly. "I wasn't trying to make you do anything you don't want to do. You know how much I love you." She moved forward and pressed herself lightly against the soft bottom of the younger girl.
"And I love you, too, Liz. It's just that it's ... so wrong."
"No it's not," the older girl replied. "It's not wrong at all. You'll find out that doing what you want is not wrong, so long as you don't hurt anybody else. And who did I hurt? Bobby? He's crazy about it. You?"
Her sister said nothing.
"I didn't hurt you," Liz continued. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you. Even if I were to make love to you right now it wouldn't hurt you in the least. In fact, I'm sure you'd love it."
Barbara still said nothing.
"Let me tell you something," Liz went on. "There is a girlfriend of mine at school. She's been making it with her brother for almost five years, and she's one of the sweetest, most wonderful people I've ever met. There's nothing wrong with her. And if you told her she shouldn't ball her brother she'd laugh in your face."
"But even so," Barbara said, still facing the mirror, "Those things you did to me ... I mean, I'm your sister!"
"We're sisters, yes, but we're people first," Liz maintained. "And people should love each other, shouldn't they?"
She put her arms around her sister's waist and pressed her bare cunt firmly against the ass-swell of her robe.
"I guess so," Barbara said. "I don't know. I guess I'm just confused by everything."
"Don't be confused," Liz said softly. "Be happy. I can make you happy." She brushed the long waves of Barbara's red hair to one side of the girl's head and kissed her lightly on the back of the neck. Her sister shuddered but did not resist. Liz kissed her again. Waves of trembling emotion went through her like ripples in a pool of uncertainty.
"Turn around."
Barbara obeyed. Staring fixedly into her eyes, holding them hypnotically, Liz slipped the girl's robe off her shoulders.
"Kiss me," she ordered.
The girl leaned forward and kissed her on the side of her mouth.
"Kiss my mouth."
Before she had a chance to think or refuse, Liz took her sister's face in her hands and kissed her lips. For a full minute the two young women stood face to face, mouth to mouth. Then the younger girl threw her arms around her sister's neck and thrust her tongue deep into Liz's open mouth.
Liz kissed her back fiercely. Their tongues wound together, and their arms wound around their bodies. Barbara tangled Liz's thick hair in her moving hands, twisting and turning the strands between and around her excited fingers. Liz wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist and crushed against her. Their two naked female bodies became one. From head to toe they were inseparable. Their tits were crushed into a cushion of flesh between them. They traded tongues back and forth. But Liz was not going to be satisfied with a kiss; it was a very special kind of kiss she wanted-a cunt-kiss.
Finally their mouths slid apart. They stood panting in each other's arms. Liz wondered if this was the right moment.
"Mother is at work, isn't she?" she whispered in her sister's ear.
"Yes, and Bobby's at school." Barbara was speechless. The words came out with difficulty. Liz smiled to herself; the little bitch was hot all right. She put her mouth to her sister's ear and tongued it. Barbara exploded in a massive groan and twisted violently in her arms.
"Fuck me, Liz. Oh, please fuck me," she pleaded. "I don't care how you do it, just do it!"
Liz felt her own cheeks flush with pride. She had seduced her own sister!
She led the passionate girl to her bed and quickly drew her down. They kissed again, their hands wandering all over each other's bodies. Both vaginas were damp and growing wetter by the instant. Liz rolled her over and humped silently against her. She pinned the younger girl beneath her and tongued the other ear. Barbara bucked ferociously. She can be a real wild woman, Liz thought.
They rolled around on the bed. The pillows and then the sheets were thrown to the floor until there was nothing on the mattress but the two luscious, loving sisters.
Liz maneuvered so that she was between Barbara's outstretched legs. She embraced her hips from the front, dragging her tongue back and forth across her soft stomach. She allowed her tongue to dally in her sister's naval. She licked around and around, and in a series of swift kisses, she brought her mouth to the edge of her hairy cunt.
A long; low sigh issued from Barbara's lips as Liz tangled her face in the thick, sweet growth. The odor was exhilarating. An intoxication seemed to fill Liz's head as her nose and mouth stroked through the pubic garden. The skin was a soft soil in which grew rare and fragrant flowers.
Her tongue searched out and found the tiny, almost virgin slit. With her fingers she spread the hairs apart. She slid her tongue up and down the outer lips. They were thick and soft and red as raw meat. Liz felt rise within her the fierce, different kind of desire she always felt when contemplating fucking another woman. And this was no old lesbian she was sucking off; this was Barbara, her own sweet, fresh little darling of a sister. The idea sent a pulse of heat through her veins; she would teach her beautiful pupil everything she had ever learned about sapphism. She wondered right now what the redhead was thinking.
In all her wildest masturbatory fantasies Barbara had never imagined that she could receive such pleasure from the touch of a woman. There had been that day in summer camp when she was thirteen; the counselor named Betty who was eighteen had taken her for a hike alone in the woods, asked her about boys and then pulled her down behind some bushes. She said she wanted to show Barbara how to make out, but Barbara had been so frightened she couldn't really pay attention. When it was over she hadn't even kissed her; she just pulled on her shorts and walked off without a word, leaving Barbara to follow her back to camp. Barbara had wondered about that encounter for years.
Now she thought that if Betty had done what Liz was doing now, she would have liked it more, instead of all that business with her fingers. One thing was certain: Barbara liked being kissed between the legs very much. She closed her legs around Liz's head and held it tight between them.
Liz's hands strayed aimlessly across her sister's stomach as her tongue ran up and down Barbara's steaming snatch. She could feel her own vaginal walls throbbing with arousal as she swallowed mouthfuls of the girl's come. She reached up and clutched at her large, swollen breasts. She squeezed their softness, pinched the hard-pointed nipples.
The whole scene made this girl the most desirable thing in the world. The empty house, their private room, the certainty that no one would be home for hours, the passionate willingness of the horny girl, the fact that they were sisters-all these things made Barbara the most tempting dish of cunt Liz had ever eaten.
She went crazy on the pussy before her. She sucked, she licked, she plowed up and down, back and forth with her tongue. She bit, she gnawed at the flesh, and when she knew that the girl could stand it no longer, she brought her to orgasm. She vibrated her tongue frantically on the slippery little sex stick of her clit until her sister flew up in the air in wrenching bounds, and her pipes flushed down a gallon of come.
When it was finished Barbara relaxed with a shudder. She let out a long sigh of relief. Liz was exhausted, too, even though she hadn't come. She wanted an orgasm but decided not to ask for one. She wanted Barbara to want to do it. She moved up on the bed next to her sister and kissed her lips quickly. Barbara blushed. Liz ignored this artificial modesty.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she scolded. "I've been trying to get out of bed all morning and you're no help at all."
Barbara laughed.
"I don't know what's funny about it. Now, I'm going to take a bath and don't try to stop me. Is that clear?"
"Okay," Barbara grinned, "I'll be good. I promise."
With a nod Liz jumped out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Her hair was a jungle and her mouth and chin were still sticky with sap. She was pleased with the look in her eyes, though, which glowed with a feverish kind of satiety. She did not feel like masturbating; she would later if she could not convince Barbara to go down on her. It really doesn't matter though, she thought, there's always Bobby.
She took a warm shower. Her muscles ached sweetly. Then she ran a hot bath and settled down for a good soak. She sat in the steaming tub while the water seeped deep inside her and soothed the walls of her sore vagina.
In the other room Barbara lay exhausted. She floated on a cool pond of afterglow. The morning sun beamed through the bedroom window, warming her radiant face. A smile lit her lips. With one hand she touched her quiet quim, bouncing her fingers lightly on the cushion of curly hair. She stroked serenely and steadily. With the other hand she touched her swollen breasts. The fact that they were her own did not ^remove their power to excite her. The simple act of feeling breasts beneath her fingers was enough to please her. Before this morning Barbara had enjoyed having her tits felt, now she enjoyed feeling them just as much.
Her hand went deeper between her legs. She wondered about the scent. One finger slid into the slimy ditch of her cunt. She brought it to her nose to smell it, then impetuously, she sucked her finger into her mouth. She tasted her own come. The flavor was raw and sweet. She liked it. No wonder Liz had enjoyed kissing me there, she thought, it's delicious! Like nothing I've ever tasted! Strange, but nice!
She wondered if all girls tasted as good.
She decided to find out right now. In a moment she was out of bed and running out of the room. When she got to the bathroom, Liz was sitting in the tub drying her fingernails. Her wet hair was wrapped up on her head in a towel. Barbara walked over smiling and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Liz frowned at her.
"I waited too long to polish my nails and now the water is getting cold," she said.
"Let me dry you," Barbara said, jumping up to fetch a towel.
Liz looked at her sister with surprise. She stood up carefully and let the water run out of the tub as the younger girl came back with a large, soft towel. Her face was bright and flushed with excitement. She was still naked and Liz found herself growing quickly aroused as the nude girl rubbed her body with the warm cloth.
Barbara dwelled on the older girl's breasts for some time. She used both hands; one on each globe, she slowly caressed them through the towel. Liz unconsciously thrust out her chest. Barbara grinned and lowered the towel. She leaned forward and kissed her sis- ter's tits. The sudden coolness of the air after the bath and the effect of her younger sister's mouth made Liz's nipples stick out straight.
Barbara was happy and horny. She turned Liz around and dried her back. She rubbed lovingly, fascinated by the smooth texture of her flesh. As she rubbed lower she got down on her knees. She kissed Liz's bottom. Her hands held her hips as her face pressed against the cheeks of her ass. Barbara felt as if she must be dreaming. A fresh, clean scent filled the air as she nudged her nose and mouth between the cheeks.
Liz stood perfectly still, basking in the warm light of this attention. She knew she was not going to be able to wait for Bobby. She couldn't wait to get back to bed!
When Barbara had dried all of her body but her pussy, she led Liz back to the bedroom. The older girl, her fingernails still wet with polish, walked with her arms extended, helpless. Barbara held her around the waist and pressed against her warm skin.
In the bedroom Barbara made Liz lay down on her back and sat beside her on the bed. She touched her temptingly.
"You know what I'm going to do?" she asked.
"No, what?" Liz replied, gazing dreamily into the large brown eyes of the redhead.
"First I'm going to dry your cunt, then I'm going to make it wet all over again."
"Mmmmmm," Liz said, "That sounds awfully nice."
Barbara bent low over her sister and kissed her lips. The older girl felt her face surrounded by Barbara's long, fallen hair. They kissed in their own world, separated from everything by this thick curtain of feminin- ity. Their tongues tickled and probed, twisted and turned in their mouths like keys struggling to unlock the doors of love.
Barbara lay down on the bed. She embraced Liz hotly. Their cunts were open, gaping mouths thirsty for a drink of the other's water.
Maddened by Barbara's teasing tongue, Liz held her sister's face in her hands. She crushed her mouth against the other's open lips. Barbara ran her hands all over the straining body of the older girl, touching her everywhere, feeling the firmness of her flesh, tapping the ecstasy locked within each ounce of womanhood.
The redhead moved down slowly, kissing her throat and neck, her narrow shoulders, her thinly veiled collarbones. She reached her tits and mouthed them in swift sucks.
She held in her hands two pale pink breasts like a pair of peaches just bursting with ripeness, begging to be eaten. With each love-bite they grew even more scrumptuous.
The older girl spread her legs wide and drew Barbara between them. She positioned the girl so that her stomach pressed down hard on Liz's crotch. Then Liz heaved and bucked, pushing herself rhythmically against the redhead's firm belly. She felt the large breasts of the younger girl bounce against her abdomen with every shove. They changed positions. Liz rolled Barbara over and straddled her. Now her boobs hung down in the redhead's face. She bent low and smothered the girl in her mammaries. Barbara could see nothing, taste nothing but the swollen breasts of her sister. She used both hands and her mouth. She sucked and pulled as if she were milking a cow. Liz swooned.
She collapsed in a heap upon the other girl; Barbara went on tonguing. Her lips and tongue glided downward-cuntward. She was almost mad with anticipation. It seemed like it took forever to reach her sister's naval. She licked it clean. She moved further down. She kissed the lower belly that sagged ever so slightly over her.
When she felt the first pubic hairs touch her chin, she thought she would go crazy. She hurried down. Liz felt the mouth between her legs and snapped back to reality. She got up on her knees. Barbara was down there, all right-eating her cuntl She began by sliding her tongue up and down the full length of her sister's slit. She paused for a moment to savour the taste. It was like a presentiment: she knew she would love this flavor for the rest of her life. At the same time she found herself mildly surprised at her ability to accept so easily the fact of her own bisex-uality.
But Barbara was not as intellectual as Liz; she was not about to let her own contemplations distract her from lovemaking.
She tongued back as far as she could, noticing as she did so that the flavor there changed from sour to bitter. The significance of this fact did not occur to her, unaware as she was that she had strayed her tongue into her sister's anus. She felt around for the backend of the cunt-slit, where the lips rejoined, and began to nibble there. Then she slowly moved her lips up the gap; as she did so she drank down the juices that dripped into her open mouth. She swallowed greedily, sucking down the hot soup of sex as easily as her own saliva.
She tried to dry the hole with her tongue, but when she did so it only got wetter. The hair was a dark bush and it tickled her nose. It was wet, too.
"The clit... oh ... do my clit," Liz moaned.
Barbara obliged. She reached up behind the kneeling girl and, gripping her buttocks, pressed her crotch down fiercely on her own face. She forced the flesh open with her nose and lips and touched the hard little girl-prick with her tongue.
She flicked it rapidly; not hard, but fast and at a constant pace. It was like frenchkissing with a tiny tongue. Liz spread her knees as wide as she could and jerked her hips up and down. Her body tried to flop around the bed, but Barbara held her fast. The pleasure was incredible. The brunette could not have held herself back even if she had wanted to. In a few minutes she reached a huge, lunging orgasm and shot her come all over her sister's face.
After what seemed like hours Liz woke from a dreamless sleep. Barbara was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping her mouth with the sheet. She smiled and handed her a small tray piled high with toast and muffins.
"What's this?" Liz asked.
"Breakfast in bed for milady," Barbara said, grinning. She was dressed in jeans and a blue workshirt of which the top three buttons were undone, completely revealing one full, round breast, topped with a nipple like a brown nut.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"About an hour," Barbara said. "Just long enough for me to straighten things up around here. You just about destroyed my bed, you know."
"Me?" Liz laughed. "You didn't do so bad yourself."
"Well, at least I had an excuse," Barbara said. "And what was that?"
"It was my first time," she said matter-of-factly. "Everybody's allowed to go a little wild the first time, right?"
"Oh, I agree, absolutely," Liz said, smiling. "It was my first time too, in a while."
Barbara was suddenly serious. "What do you mean 'the first time in a while'?"
"I mean just that. This was the first time in a long time that I've been with another girl. Mind if I smoke?"
Liz got up and went to her dresser. She came back with a cellophane bag full of grass and some rolling papers. She sat down on the bed again and began to roll a joint.
"No, I don't mind," Barbara said haughtily. "Just because I've never been with a girl before doesn't mean I've never smoked." "Hey, what's the matter all of a sudden?" Liz asked, lighting up.
"Nothing."
The younger girl took the cigarette offered her and drew on it. Liz started to munch on a piece of toast. She thought she knew what was wrong.
"Come on now. Don't be silly. You want me to tell you about it?"
Barbara continued to smoke in silence.
"It was at college. You remember my roommate Cindy who dropped out just before Christmas? You remember I told you about her? Well, I didn't tell you everything. I didn't tell you the real reason she quit school. It was because her boyfriend found out she and I were making it. He was balling her too at the time. So one night he walks into her room and there I am sitting on her face. I mean she loved it. He would've killed her if I hadn't stopped him. He nearly beat the shit out of her. Then he starts telling everyone on campus that we're both lesbians. She couldn't take it and she quit." "But you stayed."
"Sure, I didn't care. The guys I went out with didn't care. In fact, most of them thought it was fantastic. A lot of the dumb guys thought I must be a nymphomaniac or something and tried to gangbang me, you know, the jocks, but the really cool guys understood."
"Did you miss her?"
"Of course I did; she was my first female lover, but I don't now." She leaned over and kissed Barbara on the mouth. For a few moments they touched tongues.
"Do you like me as much as her?" the redhead asked quietly.
"More. Much more, baby," Liz said. "You're prettier than her, and you're better in bed, too."
Barbara's face began to brighten.
"And on top of all that," Liz continued, "You're my sister, aren't you?"
Barbara nodded happily and they kissed again; harder and longer this time. Then they lay back on the bed as Liz struggled to get into her sister's blouse.