Chapter 1
I always thought of myself as the ugly duckling. My sister was the beautiful one, with long blonde hair, a perfect oval face, and a body that would make any model envious. Being a year older than myself, my sister Sheila always got to do things first, so I got my education from her.
For instance, Sheila was the first to wear a bra, the first to wear makeup, the first to go out on a date, the first to start her menstrual cycle, the first to drive a car, etc. I would question her for hours about these events in our lives, and if Sheila was in a good mood, she would patiently educate me. But, I was the first to educate her about sex! Yes, it took her little sister Ellen (that's me), the ugly duckling, to teach her how wonderful it felt when someone else touched her body.
Sheila didn't have really big tits at fourteen, but they were well on the way to becoming one of her pride and joys of life, while mine were just starting to poke out a little. Because we slept in the same bedroom, I got to look at her body all the time. She slept nude, and always teased me about being a prude because I wore a nightgown.
One night we were getting ready for bed. I had already showered and was waiting for her to come in from the bathroom before turning off the lights. I was sneaking a peek at her borrowed copy of Playboy which she borrowed from a friend at school.
"Ellen, I told you to keep your hands off that book."
"Why, what's the big deal?" I pouted. "Afraid I'm going to see some tits bigger than yours?"
"They're all bigger than yours Ellen."
Sheila always had a come-back for everything. She never let me have the upper hand, or the last word. She came over to my bed, took the magazine out of my hand, tossed it under her bed, and sat there naked (as usual), drying her hair.
"How big do you think your tits will get?" I blurted out.
"What a dumb question. How do I know?"
"How big do you want them to get?"
"I never thought about it." She was pretending to be annoyed, but I knew better. Sheila always liked it when she was the center of attention, but she had to pretend that the subject shouldn't be pursued. "What's with you tonight anyway?"
"Guys like big boobs, that's all. I'm just wondering how popular you're going to be."
"Come on Ellen, what you're really wondering is how big yours are going to get, right?"
"Ya, that too. Becky can get any guy she wants with her balloons, and she's not even pretty." Becky was in my class at school, and she did have enormous tits probably the largest in school, and larger than any of our teachers. Becky always wore tight fitting blouses and sweaters, and the guys were always freaking out over her. Becky was an early bloomer, and the size of her tits made her look a lot older than fourteen.
"I hear any guy can get Becky, too." Sheila never tried to hide her dislike of Becky, so I wasn't sure if this statement was true, or if she was just cutting Becky down.
"Does she go all the way?"
"That's what I hear, and it's probably true the way she flaunts around and flirts."
I had to confess, "Well, I wouldn't mind having a set like hers.
Sheila laughed, and teased me by saying, "Do you think you could handle them if you had them?"
"It would be fun trying," I shot back.
She finished drying her hair, threw the towel on the floor, and crawled into bed, naked as usual. She reached over and put out the light, and said, "Good night, Ellen."
I guess it must have been the magazine that got me so worked up, but I still had a lot of questions about my body, and other women's bodies. I wasn't ready to go to sleep, so didn't say 'good night' in return. Instead, I sat up in bed, and turned in the darkness towards Sheila, and asked, "Do you think I'll be as beautiful as you someday?" This was the first time I can remember that I admitted to her that I thought she was more attractive. She must have been flattered because she returned the compliment.
"Ellen, you're very pretty now, and of course you're going to get even prettier. We both are."
I slipped out of bed, and went over and sat on the edge of my sister's bed.
"Sheila, do you really mean it, that I'm pretty?"
"Of course I do, dummy." She said it with so much affection and sincerity. I was truly touched, because we didn't compliment each other that much.
"I wish I was a beautiful as you, not just pretty.
"You are Ellen, in your own way. You're just as beautiful in your own way. You're just in too much of a hurry to grow up. Don't worry, they'll grow."
I couldn't see her too well in the dark, but I knew she was smiling. Her voice gave her away. At this moment I felt closer to my sister than I ever had. I could talk to her about anything, and I knew she would understand. But at that moment, I wanted to do more than just talk. I wanted to reach out to her, to touch her, to be physically close to her.
"Can I touch yours?" I asked.
My heart was pounding from fear that she would call me dirty names, or worse yet, tell our parents what I asked. Sheila had never betrayed me before, but neither had I ever asked her such a question. I could feel my face turning red, and swore I would die right there on the spot if she said no.
Sheila didn't say anything. In the darkness I could just faintly see her lower the sheet. She was laying on her back. She reached out and took my hand, and placed it on one of her tits. Her tit was warm and very firm under my hand. My heart was pounding with excitement.
The room was very quiet. Neither of us said a word as I slowly got the courage to massage the breast and the big nipple. As I did so, I could feel her nipple harden. I moved my other hand to her chest, and began to gently rub and caress both tits at the same time. Sheila was moving and moaning slightly under my tender touch, obviously enjoying my exploratory touching as much as I was.
Of course, it was only a matter of minutes before I got a little braver and began to massage down to her stomach, and back up to her tits. This action really started to turn her on. She moaned, and said in a low whisper, "Don't stop baby, it feels so good. Do you like them, really?"
"Yes, they're beautiful," I whispered, and as if to prove I meant what I said, I bowed my head and kissed her right tit and then instinctively put the nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. All the while I was still manipulating her other tit, and massaging her stomach. My hand went up and down, back and forth, from her tit to her stomach, as I sucked on the other mound.
Sheila was going crazy with delight under my mouth and hands. I was going crazy with pleasure, too. This was my sister! My beautiful sister, and I loved her more than anyone in the world. She was laying there letting me explore her body and enjoying every second of it, as much as I was. She wasn't calling me dirty names as I had feared she might.
Because she was enjoying my sucking and rubbing so much, I got braver. Each time my hand went down to her stomach, it went down an inch or two lower towards her pubic hair. I now wanted to feel and explore all of her, and I was asking with my hands. I didn't dare ask her outright.
Sheila's answer to my unasked question was an upwards thrust of her hips each time my hand approached the target zone. After several such passes, my fingers finally found her patch of soft curly hair, and stayed there fondling and rubbing only an inch above her hole covered with hair.
I guess the agony was too much for Sheila, because she reached down, grasped my hand, and pushed it down to cover her pussy. Her hips were raised as high as she could get them, and she was still moaning with pleasure. My mouth was still sucking on her tit when my fingers found her hold and started to gently explore it. I was in another world. Sheila's voice brought me back to life.
"Ellen, take your nightgown off."
Without a word, I obeyed. I stood up, slipped off my nightgown, and quickly got into bed with my sister. Instantly, our lips met and our arms wrapped around one another in a loving and tender embrace. I was slightly shocked when our tongues made contact, but neither of us pulled away. In fact, we lay there in the darkness trying to get even closer. Our tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouth; licking, sucking, probing. She would insert her tongue into my mouth as far as she could put it, and wiggle it around, and then pull out. Then, I would do the same to her. I had heard the expression "swapping tongues" before, and I thought it was a gross expression, but here I was, doing it with
Sheila, and it was the most fantastic experience of my life!
I broke away and whispered, "Sheila, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Ellen."
"Your body is beautiful."
"So is yours," she replied sweetly. My sister was now running her hands all over my body, driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt so much better than my own hands exploring my own body. I had never had any previous experience in making love to someone, but everything seemed to come so natural. I didn't need an instruction book. Instinctively I picked up on the techniques that pleased her as I explored, kissed, and manipulated her body. The more she showed pleasure, the hotter I got, the braver I got. , Without a word being said, I broke away from our embrace, and rolled Sheila onto her back. I started to kiss and lick her face, then her neck, and worked down to her tits with the hard nipples. I was kneeling between her outstretched legs, with one hand darting in and out of her cunt while the other was moving up and down her firm young body. My tongue continued moving like crazy on her tits, concentrating on her nipples which by now were firm and heaving up and down. At times she would try to push a tit all the way in my mouth, but of course they were too big.
"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, Ellen," she moaned, rocking her head from side to side, and slowly moving her hips up and down, to meet each thrust of my finger into her body. My now I had two fingers jerking in and out of her hot wet pussy, and my mouth was moving from her chest down to her stomach, licking every inch of the smooth firm flesh. As I was licking her stomach, I pulled my hand out of her hole and grabbed both tits and gently squeezed the nipples. When I did that, she pleaded, "Baby, don't stop, please don't stop, it feels so good."
I didn't know what she meant. Don't stop what? Playing with her tits, or don't stop finger fucking her? So, I came right out and asked, "Don't stop what? Tell me what you want, I'll do anything for you."
"My pussy. Play with it some more," she pleaded.
I had an uncontrollable urge to lick her box, and had been thinking about it, but again, the nagging feeling that my sister wouldn't approve held me back. My hand down there was one thing, but my mouth was quite another. I had joined in with my girlfriends and laughed and joked about cunt lapping and cunt licking, but it was always talked about in an unnatural way, a dirty way. Now here I was, kneeling between the legs of my hot and horny sister who was begging me to finger fuck her some more, and I wanted to tongue fuck her instead.
Suddenly, the thought of eating pussy wasn't repulsive, it was natural and beautiful.
I threw caution to the wind, and quickly planted my mouth firmly on her cunt, and started licking it with a frenzied passion of love and lust. I had a combination of hair, flesh, and warm sticky juices in my mouth. I was startled and amazed with this new and unusual taste, but I instantly loved the natural body juices flowing from her beautiful body. I wasn't ashamed a bit, and didn't give the act a second thought once I got my face and tongue in there. It seemed the natural place to be.
And, I didn't have to worry about Sheila not approving of my actions, for she was moaning and groaning like crazy. Her hands were on my head, and she was holding my head between her legs as if she was afraid I'd change my mind. At the same time her hips thrust upwards, grinding her cunt into my hungry mouth, squealing with obvious delight and pleasure. She removed one hand from my bobbing head, and maneuvered her body around so she could poke a finger into my hole while I slurped at her juices.
First she shoved one finger in my tight hole, and then another, and began to rapidly move them all around, in and out, until I too had a slippery wet box. Masturbation never felt so good! I had secretly put my fingers and many other objects in my pussy many times, but the feeling of her fingers were so much better than my own.
When my tongue found her hard little clit, and stayed there lapping at it, Sheila squirmed and exclaimed, "Oh, my god, oh, my god!" And then it was if someone had turned on a faucet. Her climax was powerful, and her body heaved violently as her cum poured out of her and into my mouth and onto my face. She jerked her body, moaned, squealed, and lay panting and gasping. The true meaning of the word "orgasm" was now crystal clear.
I reached over and grabbed at the sheet on the bed, and dried my face, and then ran the sheet between her legs, drying her wet sticky pussy. She pulled her hand out of my cunt, and without saying a word used both hands to gently pull my mouth to hers. Again, as before, our hungry mouths kissed. First tenderly and then passionately. Laying on top of her I could feel the sweat of bodies, and asked softly, "Shouldn't we go take a shower?"
"Are you kidding," she giggled softly, "and wake up Mom and Dad? We'd never be able to explain it."
I hadn't thought of that, but she was right, of course. Jumping out of bed, a grabbed my robe, and said, "I'll be right back, don't move." I went to the bathroom as quietly and quickly as possible, wiped of my sweaty body with a washcloth, rung it out well, and returned to the bedroom. Sheila hadn't moved. God, but she was beautiful, and now I found her sexy too. I couldn't see her too well, but the outline of her curvy body laying on the bed was exciting.
I walked over to her bed, and began to wipe the sweat from her body. As I passed the washcloth over her body, her hand reached out between my legs, pushed the robe aside, and gently played with my pubic hair.
"Ellen, take off your robe." She said it softly and sweetly, and I obeyed immediately. I stood there and we gently toyed with each others pussies for a couple of minutes."
"You're wild, you know that?" she asked.
"You're not bad yourself," I giggled. Then I couldn't help asking, "Are you ashamed of me?" I guess I desperately needed reassurance that I pleased her, and to know that she wasn't disappointed. She didn't waste words with her answer.
"Fuck no! Why should I be?"
"I don't know, I just thought maybe you'd think I'm disgusting or something."
It was her turn to giggle as she said, "That's dumb, especially with my fingers in your cunt." They were in there all right. I could feel my juices starting to flow again, when Sheila surprised me saying, "Sit on my face."
At the same time she said it, she pulled her fingers out of my hole, grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me towards her face. I obeyed quickly by sitting on her chest, and placing my pussy directly onto her mouth. Instantly her mouth opened, and her tongue darted between my cunt lips. I leaned forward, grabbed the headboard, and ground my young hot box into her hungry mouth. I didn't expect her to eat me out too. I hadn't even thought about it, for I had been too busy making her happy, and enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. Now she was returning the pleasure.
Sheila was licking and sucking my cunt as if it was going to be her last meal, and looking around I could see her finger fucking herself at the same time. I took one hand off the headboard, and squeezed and pulled at my own tits. I was in seventh heaven with her tongue bringing me more pleasure than I had ever dreamed about. The pleasure grew even more intense when she stopped fucking herself, pulled her hands up between my legs, spread my cunt apart and dove in with her mouth as far as she could go. I was finding out what cunt licking and sucking felt like, and now knew first hand why Sheila had gone so wild when my mouth was on her box.
I thought she would stretch me apart with her fingers as she tried to put in not only her tongue, but her fingers as well. Because she was making me so damn hot, my juices were flowing, and the natural lubricants allowed her to penetrate with relative ease. Every inch of my cunt was getting a violent work out, between her fingers and her tongue, and my hard little clit was being stimulated beyond belief.
I couldn't help letting out a little scream of delight as my body tensed and I had my first climax in her mouth. I could hear my sister's muffled gags as I ground away and pressed my pussy in her face. I didn't pull away after squirting my juice down her throat, but did ease up, and she didn't stop kissing and licking either. like me, she obviously couldn't get enough of the liquid.
After awhile, I spun around putting us in the "69" position, and started eating her out again, and she resumed her meal of pussy. I don't know how long we stayed in that "69" position, but I do know we both experienced one climax after another, and we tried to lick every drop.
We stayed locked together, having one climax after another until our mouths were tired, and lips were sore (both our cunt lips, and our mouth lips). We had one cum spasm after another, and our young bodies were sticky, sweaty, and tired when we finally did manage to pull apart.
We discovered for the first time the intense pleasures our cunts could give us. We discovered our bodies that night, and neither of us would be the same in the morning. Although we were only fourteen and fifteen years old, that night we turned ourselves into women. We learned what love and affection was all about. We learned that our bodies could bring us intense physical pleasure and enjoyment.
We were laying face to face kissing and hugging each other, very tired, but happy with the happenings of the evening, when I broke the silence.
"Are we lesbians?"
"You're amazing, my dear sister!" Sheila pretended to be shocked by the question, but I pushed on, because she didn't answer my question.
"Well, are we?" I wanted to know.
"I don't know about you, but I'm not," she said as she nibbled on my ear.
"How do you know? After what we just did, maybe we are," I continued.
"Does what we did bother you Ellen?"
"No, no at all, in fact I'm very happy about it." I was still caressing her as I spoke.
"Do boys turn you off?"
"No, of course not," I had to admit. "But, if anyone found out what happened tonight, they'd say we are lesbians for sure."
Sheila hugged me, and assured me that no one was going to find out from her. And then she said, "Maybe we're both bisexual. Wouldn't that be nice? We could have the best of both worlds."
"Was tonight your first time?" I don't know why, but the question was important to me.
"Yes, of course. How about you?"
"Ya, it sure was." So I was the first person to eat my sister's pussy, and my cunt was the first one in her face. The revelation somehow made me feel good; made me feel closer to her.
"Oh my god!" she shrieked. My heart almost stopped. She said it with such force that I instantly was alarmed and frightened.
All I could say was, "What's the matter, what's the matter."
"We didn't lock the door!"
"Oh shit, is that all that's the matter?"
"What if they came in while we were doing it?" It was a question worth thinking about and one I hadn't considered the consequences of. "What if they walked in right now?"
She made her point. I jumped out of bed, ran over to the door and locked it.
"Why are you locking it now, silly?"
"Because," I said, as I walked back to her bed, "I'm staying right here, with you." I crawled into her bed, and we both giggled like the school girls we were.
"Sheila?"
"Uhh uhh?"
"I really do love you."
"And I really love you too." She gave me an affectionate hug and a light kiss on the lips as she said it.
Just before we fell asleep in each others arms, I whispered, "I hope tonight isn't a dream."
"Me too," she replied sweetly.