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Wet
by Your Ghost (address withheld)
***
Alison Porter from the film "Passport to Paris" reveals
the secrets of her and her sister Melanie's secret sex
life. (ff, youths, 1st-lesbian-expr, inc, mast, oral,
ws)
***
My name's Alison Porter and I'm twenty years old. I
have a twin sister named Melanie, who I love with all
of my heart. She's my best friend, my twin, and there
isn't anything I wouldn't do for her; if she asked me
to kill a guy, I would do it in a heartbeat. Okay,
maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but still, I'd
do almost anything for her.
As you might guess, we have a very close relationship.
Everybody knows that. But what most people don't know
is that our relationship is much more intimate than
they could ever suspect. Even the pervos who think that
all twin sisters are closet lesbians. Because we have a
very special connection, one that I don't think I've
ever heard anyone talk about before.
The thing is, we love to get wet. We love to swim, to
stand in waterfalls, to take showers, to take baths, or
even just get squirted with the garden hose. It doesn't
matter a whole lot to us how we get wet; whether we're
moving through it, splashing in it, floating in it, or
standing under it as it pours over us, just as long as
we can feel that cool soothing sensation of water on
our bodies, we're delighted.
We've always loved getting and being wet, but it didn't
really become a fetish with us until we were ten years
old. At that age, most kids bathe alone, but Melanie
and I still took our baths together, and it was during
one particular bath on a summer night in 1996 that we
discovered not only our unusual appreciation for
getting wet, but another, more defining, aspect of
ourselves.
It was seven in the evening and, as usual, our mom
didn't have to tell us that it was time for our bath.
We simply got up from our spot in front of the TV set
and went together into the bathroom. Melanie turned on
the water and adjusted the temperature while I poured
Mr. Bubble into the tub. While the tub filled up and
the bubbles multiplied, we undressed, taking off our
shoes and socks first, then our t-shirts, then our
pants and underwear.
Melanie and I are identical twins, and like most
identicals we look so much alike that only our parents
can tell us apart. We have the same fine blonde hair,
the same sweet pixie faces, the same large brown eyes
and tiny noses, the same wide mouths and thin lips. And
back then, since we were only ten years old, we both
still had the typically shapeless bodies of ten year
old girls.
Once we were naked, we paused to look at each other. We
did this quite a lot, especially when we were naked. We
never really questioned why we liked to examine each
other's bodies, it was just something we'd always done
and accepted as natural.
After a few moments we climbed into the bathtub.
Melanie sat at one end and I sat at the other, with our
toes meeting in the middle. We just sat there for a
while, luxuriating in the warm wonderful water as we
talked and joked and dunked our heads. Eventually, we
decided it was time to make sure we got clean (we love
being clean nearly as much as getting wet).
We stood up and faced each other, and we both took a
bar of soap and began soaping the other down. We
started with our shoulders, each of us moving her bar
of soap in little circles as we made our way over each
other's shoulders, down our backs, then over our flat
chests and stomachs, around back to our butts, then
down each other's legs to just below the knees, where
the bath water started.
Once we were all soapy everywhere else, we normally
soaped our own pussies, but that night, without saying
anything about it, and without either of us really even
knowing we were making the decision, we chose to soap
each other in that particular spot. We began to rub
each other there, steadily moving the bars of soap up
and down over each other's smooth hairless pussies.
We did this for about a minute, then, again by an
unspoken agreement, we set the soaps down, but
continued to rub each other, this time with our
fingers. Melanie put her free hand on my hip, and I did
the same with her, and the movement of our hands
between each other's legs started to speed up, until we
were rubbing each other with a level of excitement we'd
never experienced before. Our breath became shorter,
each of us half closed our eyes and dropped our mouths
open in pleasure, and in only a short time we managed
to bring each other to our very first orgasms, our
young wet soapy bodies shuddering with the force of the
sensations pouring through us.
Afterward Melanie hugged me and I hugged her back and
she softly said, "Wow."
"Yeah," I replied. "That was great." I paused, then
said, "What exactly happened?"
"I think we made each other come," Melanie told me.
"Come? I thought only boys did that."
"No, Alison, girls can do it too. They just don't
squirt stuff like boys do. That's what Emily Metts told
me, anyway."
"How would she know?" I asked; I didn't like Emily
Metts.
"She says she does it all the time," Melanie replied.
"She told me she makes herself come ten times a day.
Sometimes even in school."
"Huh. You think maybe we could do that too? Not in
school, but you know."
"I don't see why not," Melanie said, using one of our
mother's typical phrases. "I mean, we just did it,
right? I'm sure we could do it again."
"Okay, let's do it again," I said. "But let's rinse off
first. Then sit down in the water to do it."
"Okay."
Melanie turned on the faucet, switched it over to the
shower head, and we rinsed the soap and shampoo off.
The shower head had become our favorite part of our
baths, because we could get the water spraying over
whatever part of us we wanted, and normally we took our
time and enjoyed the luxurious feeling of water
cascading over every inch of our bodies. But this time
we hurried, wanting to get back to our newfound
pleasure.
As soon as we had all the shampoo and soap washed away,
we sat down in the tub and faced each other. We scooted
as close together as we could get, lacing our legs
around each other, then started to rub each other's
pussies with our fingertips. Almost immediately we
experienced a return of the wonderful feelings we'd
generated before, and within a minute, with the water
and the bubbles churning like mad, we made each other
come once again.
This time it was my turn to say, "Wow."
"Do you wanna kiss while we do it?" Melanie asked.
"Okay."
We leaned closer to each other and began kissing,
swirling our tongues all around each other's mouths and
lips as we furiously played with each other's pussies,
and soon we were sharing yet another stupendous orgasm.
Afterward we both sat back in the water and looked at
each other with amazed eyes.
"That was totally awesome," Melanie said.
"Yeah," I agreed; I was still catching my breath. "It
was even better when we were kissing. I really liked
the kissing."
"Me too. Do you think this means we're lesbians?"
"I don't know. Maybe it was just the water. You know
how much we like water."
"Well," Melanie said, "maybe we should try it out of
the water. Maybe when we go to bed tonight."
I thought about it for a moment, then said, "Okay, we
could try that."
Melanie, sensing my caution, said, "We don't have to if
you don't want to, though."
"No, it's okay," I insisted. "I don't really care if we
turn into lesbians."
"Neither do I," Melanie said.
Melanie and I smiled at each other, hugged, then for
probably the first time in our lives, we hurried to get
out of the bathtub.
*****
Later that night we went to bed and, after our parents
tucked us in and left, Melanie and I threw back our
blankets. We were nervous, but excited too; we knew we
were starting a new kind of adventure. We quickly took
our peejays and underwear off, then lay on our bed,
nude and facing each other. We hugged and kissed,
pushing our tongues into each other's mouths. Our hands
went down between each other's legs, and once again we
were creating those fantastic feelings. We kissed and
rubbed each other feverishly, and soon our young bodies
were trembling and we were moaning into each other's
mouths as we came.
We ended up giving each other three more orgasms before
we finally got tired and quit. Both of us turned onto
our backs and stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes,
stunned by this new thing we'd learned about ourselves.
"I think we're probably lesbians," Melanie concluded.
"Yeah," I replied. "But that's okay, isn't it? I mean,
it's not against the law or anything."
"No, it's not. In fact, I think it's kinda cool."
Melanie turned her head and looked at me. "I think I
like being a lesbian."
"Me too," I said. I looked at Melanie and smiled. "It's
as much fun as water is."
I meant it, too.
*****
That night was just the beginning of what would become
a regular and very pleasing affair for Melanie and me.
We would "make lesbian love," as we called it, nearly
every night, either in the bathtub or shower with our
cherished water, or in our bed before going to sleep.
We preferred to embrace and kiss as we played with each
other's pussies, although we also liked to sit facing
each other with our legs spread wide and watch each
other masturbate to orgasm. We also got more daring
with our behavior, making out and playing with each
other in public places, like the beach (always when we
were in the waves) or in the public swimming pool we
liked to go to, as long as no one else was around. We
also made regular rendezvous with each other in a stall
of the girls' bathroom at school, although we
eventually agreed that, without water surrounding us,
it wasn't as much fun as the other public places.
Besides, we nearly got caught a few times by other
girls coming in. The last thing we needed was scandal.
Melanie and I were happy with our new relationship, but
eventually we felt the need to experience more than
kissing and fondling and masturbation. Melanie was the
first one to suggest that we try doing "more sexy
things," and while I agreed that it might be fun, it
wasn't until a week after our twelfth birthday that we
actually did anything about it.
We had grown some by then, of course; we'd each
developed these tiny boobs, about as big and round as
baseballs (sadly, they haven't grown anymore since
then), a more womanly shape to our bodies, and little
figs of pubic hair between our legs. We'd even started
getting our periods.
It was another night in the tub, although this time we
were taking a shower instead of a bath. We had already
shampooed and lathered and rinsed and masturbated each
other, and now we were just standing under the spray of
water, embracing and pressing our newly budding boobs
together as we kissed. Melanie was slowly sliding her
hands up and down my wet back as she lightly licked at
my mouth. I parted my lips and she pushed her tongue
inside, then I began to gently suck on her tongue.
Melanie moaned into my mouth as she brought her hands
around my waist, then moved them up over my boobs. She
rubbed and squeezed them and played with my nipples,
causing me to give up my own little moan of pleasure.
After several long and wonderful moments of this,
Melanie pulled her mouth away from mine and began to
kiss my face, then my neck, moving slowly down toward
my chest. She took one of my small round boobs in her
hand and kissed it, then tenderly encircled the nipple
with her mouth. I moaned again, a little louder than
before, and ran my fingers through Melanie's hair as
she began to lick and suck on me. The shower was
spraying onto my back, but I turned, bringing Melanie
with me, so that now the water was spraying down onto
my boobs and Melanie's face. The effect was immediate
and electric; I nearly cried out with the sudden surge
of fire that shot through me. Melanie, excited by my
reaction, licked and sucked and nibbled at my nipples
with greater energy; at the same time she slipped a
hand down between my legs and fervently rubbed my
pussy. In no time I was brought to a wild, shuddering
orgasm.
Afterward, I mumbled something, I don't remember now, a
thank you or a remark about how awesome that was, but
Melanie didn't seem to be listening. She dropped to her
knees and, with the water still cascading down on both
of us, she nuzzled her face in between my thighs and
began to kiss my pussy.
"Omigod," I said. I automatically pushed my hips
forward, pushing my pussy closer to Melanie's mouth,
then leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
Melanie brought her hands up behind me and gripped my
ass as she sent her tongue delving past the light fluff
of my pubic hair and in between the soft folds of my
pussy. She licked and lapped at me and burrowed her
tongue between my lips, eventually bringing me to a
second and even more satisfying orgasm. My body
trembled with the force of it, and I let out a noise of
pleasure so passionate that I sounded like I might cry.
"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked my amazing
twin.
"Nowhere," Melanie replied. She still had her nose and
her lips buried in her my pussy, the shower water
raining down on her, and she appeared to have no
intention of moving. "I just kind of made it up as I
was going along. Did you like it?"
"Are you kidding?" I replied. "It was out of this
world. That was the best orgasm I ever had." It was,
too.
Melanie smiled and kissed my pussy.
"I loved it," she said, her voice low and affectionate.
"I loved licking your pussy. And making you come."
"You can do it again if you want," I said. "I sure
won't mind."
We laughed shyly together, then Melanie said,
"Actually, I was hoping you would do me."
"Okay, sure."
Melanie and I switched places and I proceeded to lick
my sister's pussy under the spray of water. I showed
the same amount of enthusiasm as Melanie had, if not
the same amount of skill, and soon Melanie too was
trembling and crying out as she came.
Afterward, we hugged and kissed under the shower, which
was beginning to turn cold.
"Well, we finally did it," I said. "We finally did the
real lesbian stuff."
"Yeah," Melanie replied. "It was nice, wasn't it? We
should have started doing it a long time ago."
"I wanted to but...I dunno, I guess I was a little
nervous about it."
"Me too. But now that we did it, Ally, we don't have to
be nervous anymore. We can even do more stuff than
that."
"Like what?" I asked. I had some ideas, but I wasn't
sure.
Melanie smiled and said, "Wait till we go to bed
tonight and I'll show you."
*****
That night I got a big surprise. Melanie started out by
sucking my nipples and playing with my pussy like she
did in the shower, then started doing oral sex on me,
but instead of just licking me until I came, Melanie
put her finger inside my pussy and sort of fucked me
with it while sucking on me, causing me to experience
the best orgasm I'd had yet. Then Melanie showed me how
to do 69, with me on top and her on the bottom. We
simultaneously went down on each other as we fondled
each other's boobs, and we both came nearly at the same
time.
My orgasm had been so powerful that I couldn't believe
it, and I asked my twin sister how she managed to make
me come so hard.
"It was easy," Melanie told me. "I sucked on your
clit."
"My what?"
"Your clit. Don't you know what a clit is?"
"Huh-uh."
I was lame in those days.
"Well, get up and I'll show you," Melanie said.
I rolled off of her and Melanie sat up with her back
against the headboard. She spread her legs and said,
"Okay, now, look right here." She put the tip of her
finger right above her pussy. "See that right there?"
I peered closely at my sister's pussy, and I could see
a tiny little nub of pink flesh.
"Oh. Yeah," I said. "Your button. That's your clit?"
"Yeah. And you have one too. All girls do. And when you
play with it, it feels tons better. Haven't you ever
noticed that?"
"No," I said with a shrug. I touched Melanie's clit
with the tip of my finger, then began tracing little
circles around it. "It looks kinda weird."
"Keep doing that," Melanie said.
"No, I know what I'm gonna do."
I had a brilliant idea.
I lay down on my stomach and scooted myself up close to
Melanie, then stuck my finger in her pussy. I pushed it
all the way in, then slowly pulled it back out, then
pushed it in again. As I did this I took my sister's
clit between my lips and tenderly sucked on it. Melanie
immediately reacted with a sweet long moan of pleasure.
I continued to suck her clit and fuck her with my
finger, and soon Melanie's moans became gasps and
ecstatic cries, until finally she convulsed with
orgasm.
Afterward, I pulled my finger out and put it in my
mouth and said, "Hey, Mel, you know what just
happened?"
"Yeah," Melanie answered, somewhat out of breath, "a
bomb just went off in my pussy."
"No, not that. I mean, when you had your orgasm. You
leaked some come out."
"Really? You mean like a boy?"
"No, it wasn't a whole bunch or anything. It was just a
little bit. It actually looked like pee. But it wasn't,
cause I tasted it."
"Wow. I don't know whether to say ew to that or not."
I giggled and said, "No, it was cool, Mel. My mouth and
finger got all wet with it. It totally turned me on."
"Well, if it was that cool," Melanie said with a sly
grin, "why don't you try to make me do it again?"
"Okay. Then you can make me do it again too."
We didn't get a great deal of sleep that night.
*****
Melanie and I noticed, over the next several weeks,
that the little trickles of liquid that spilled from
our pussies when we came were becoming more like
streams, and then full fledged squirting. The single
squirts became two squirts, or three, or even four or
more if it was a really good come. We were intrigued,
to say the least, and very pleased with this latest
development in our lives. Eventually, we were both
squirting copious amounts of come from our pussies
every time we had orgasms, splashing each other's faces
and filling each other's mouths. We got into the habit
of sitting close together, just like we did that first
time in the tub, and watching each other masturbate,
and squirting our come onto each other's pussies.
Sometimes, if we were really into what we were doing,
then just the sensation of the other's come squirting
onto our bodies could make us have orgasms. We could
actually get each other wet with our own natural
juices. And Melanie was the one to figure out that, if
she curled up into a ball, holding her legs behind her
head, she could not only lick her own pussy but come on
her own face. She showed me how to do it, and soon we
were both contorting ourselves like gymnasts, our
tongues and lips buried in our own pubic hair,
satisfying ourselves with this new preoccupation and
soaking our own faces with our come. Melanie and I
agreed that, aside from making love with each other,
squirting was just about the coolest thing we'd ever
experienced in our whole lives.
*****
But we weren't done discovering new ways to enjoy
getting wet. It was only a few months later, in the
Fall of 1998, when Melanie and I found yet one more fun
thing to do with each other.
We were, typically, in the shower, and, also typically,
we were kissing and caressing each other in the bright
afterglow of lesbian incest. And as the water cascaded
over our lithe young bodies, with my leg pressed up
against Melanie's pussy, Melanie began to pee. It
wasn't a calculated thing, she didn't intentionally
piss on me, but she was just feeling so relaxed
throughout her whole body that she started to let go
before she even knew what was happening. I might not
have even noticed but for the sudden warm sensation I
felt on my leg, and even then my first thought was that
Melanie was coming on me.
"Wow," I said against my sister's neck, "have you
figured out how to come without even trying?" Knowing
my remarkable sister, it wouldn't have surprised me.
"I didn't come," Melanie replied, her voice filled with
relief and satisfaction, "I peed."
"What?!?" I nearly screamed. "You peed on me?!?"
"I didn't mean to, Ally. I just...I dunno, I had to go,
but it was so nice just holding you, I didn't wanna
stop."
"But you PEED on me!" I cried. I let go of her and
pushed her out from under the water as I grabbed the
soap. I started lathering, from my hip all the way down
to my foot, everywhere that her pee had touched me.
"I'm sorry, Alison," Melanie said. "I didn't mean to.
It just happened. Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not mad...well, okay, I'm mad, but I'm more
grossed out than mad. Why didn't you just poop on me
too?"
I guess Melanie couldn't help but laugh at that, which
just made me more upset.
"It's not funny," I said. "You went to the bathroom on
my leg, for crying out loud."
"I know, and I'm sorry," Melanie said. Then, without
warning, she said, "Poop a doop."
That caused me to smile, then laugh a little, then
suddenly we were both giggling uncontrollably. We
started to push each other and splash each other with
water, yelling, "Poop a doop, poop a doop!" until
finally Melanie slipped and fell, and since she had a
hold of my wrist at the time, I went down with her. We
landed together on the floor of the tub, Melanie on her
back and me sitting on top of her, straddling her
stomach. The shower was spraying down on us, and I had
lost my soap somewhere.
"Tell you what," Melanie said. "Since I peed on you,
you can pee on me if you want to."
"No, I don't wanna pee on you," I replied. I've always
been just a teeny bit more conservative than my twin.
"No, go ahead, Ally. It's only fair."
"No, I can't."
"Go ahead. I deserve it. Really."
"Well...." I said, "I do have to pee."
"So, pee," Melanie told me. "Then we'll be even."
I closed my eyes, tried to relax my body, and soon a
stream of pee began to flow from my pussy. It spilled
over Melanie's tummy and down her sides, mixing with
the water from the shower. I let out a sigh, and my
lips curled up slightly at the corners from the
singular pleasure of taking a needed piss. The stream
got stronger, then stronger still as my pee almost
gushed out of me, then began to subside. Finally it
stopped altogether, and I let out another, satisfied
sigh.
"Well, I feel better," I said. I looked at Melanie, who
had an odd expression on her face. "What?"
"You won't believe it," she said, "but I kinda liked
that."
"Being peed on?"
"Yeah. It was...weird, but it was nice too. Made me
kind of excited."
"Excited?" I squinted at my sister. "Really?"
"Yeah," Melanie replied. "We should try it again. Can
you pee some more?"
"Um, no, I'm all out. But maybe next time I have to go,
I'll let you know."
"Didn't you kind of like it too, Ally? You said you
felt better."
"I always feel better after I pee, when I have to pee
really bad. That doesn't mean it turned me on or
anything."
"So it didn't turn you on? Even a little bit?"
"No, but..." I paused, thinking about it, then said, "I
like the idea that it made you excited. Does that
count?"
"Sure," Melanie said. "I like to make you excited too.
And I bet if we tried it again, you'd like getting peed
on. You just have to think of it as another way to get
wet."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Okay, whatever. I'm gonna
get out now. The water's getting cold."
I really thought Melanie was off the mark with the
whole pissing thing, and it took a few more experiments
before I began to come around. I finally had to admit
that it did feel good to be peed on, at least when
there was water pouring on me at the same time. Melanie
suggested that we try masturbating while doing it, and
that was pretty much what converted me; I found that my
orgasms, intense as they were, were even more so when I
had both water and my sister's pee splashing all over
my body. And, naturally, Melanie was the one to take
the whole thing a step further, convincing me to pee on
her face, and even in her mouth. It wasn't too long
after that when I let her pee in my mouth too. I know
it sounds stomach-turning, and the taste did leave
loads to be desired (not to mention the smell), but the
intense eroticism that came with it made up for all the
drawbacks.
*****
For the next eight months or so, my twin sister and I
enjoyed probably the most sexually satisfying time of
our lives, what with all the water and the squirting
and the pissing. But then, just after our thirteenth
birthday, our Mom and Dad sent us on a trip to Paris,
where we met these two dreamy guys, Michel and Jean,
and fell in love. We lost our cherries on that trip
(another secret I suddenly find myself revealing), and
by the time we got back home we were completely boy
crazy. In fact, you could say that we pretty much
turned into sluts. We fucked tons of guys, all through
our teen years, and even now we tend to sleep around
like there's no tomorrow. Boy crazy, I'm telling you.
Except neither of us did any of the truly fun stuff
with any of the boys we fucked. We didn't take showers
with them, we didn't have sex with them in pools or at
the beach or in any other kind of water, we didn't play
pissing games. We even refused the numerous suggestions
of doing threesomes or lezzing out in front of our
boyfriends. We still don't do any of that stuff.
Because it seems like something that we can only share
with each other.
Which we do, by the way, just not that often. Maybe a
couple of times a month we get together, and when we do
we pull out all the stops: pussy licking, titsucking,
fingerfucking, dildoes, squirting all over each other,
pissing all over each other, and of course, our magical
showers and baths. All the ways in which we can get
wet. Because even if you've moved on, you never really
give up your first love.
the end
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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