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Paula & Jennifer
by PL (no address provided)
***
Paula comes out to her older sister Jennifer. (ff, inc,
1st-lesbian-expr)
***
One Sunday, when I was 15, I had gotten up early and
biked to the beach to spend the day. It was a gorgeous
south Florida early spring day. The clouds were
perfectly timed as they occasionally hid the sun. I had
all the supplies I needed and a good book, and I was
happy as a teenage girl could be. I lay there, baking
and taking in the view for an hour or two, turning as
required to tan both sides. Periodically, I would leave
the sand and walk to the changing station to use the
restroom there.
On one of my trips to pee that day, I passed a girl a
little older than me who was coming out, and noticed her
figure, which was beautiful, and really showing through
a wet string bikini! "She has pretty breasts" and I
remember thinking, my stomach getting that nervous,
excited tingly feeling down to my inner legs.
Inside the changing station there were mirrors, and I
couldn't resist flipping up my cups for a reassuring
look at my own breasts, partly out of girlish jealousy
and also because I was undeniably eager to see them and
touch them having been aroused by the bikini girl. My
nipples began to harden in the damp coolness and stood
out from their white globes in pink defiance. My long
blonde hair fell down around them, obscuring them, and I
shook it back over my shoulders, smoothing it, my eyes
remaining on my breasts. With my arms stretched back
over my head, they hung nicely like firm, ripe fruit.
I was used to my breasts by then, having been a
relatively early bloomer, and I was really proud of
them. They would eventually grow into perfect 35 D cups,
but at the time they were still full and heavy for my
age and build -- tall and slender and leggy. I am 5' 9
1/2" now, at age 35, and weigh 120 pounds.
I began to caress my breasts right there in front of the
mirrors! I would probably have gone all the way, but I
heard the scuff of flip flops approaching and I quickly
darted into a stall and sat down, panting, my uncovered
breasts swinging and jiggling.
The stall being somewhat dank and dirty and no place
else private to go, I decided I really needed to bike
home early to masturbate. The house was empty, as my
parents, brother and older sister were away for the day,
probably not to be home until late. The outlook for
privacy was excellent!
I had been a masturbator for just a few months at this
point. I was still new at it and very eager about it! I
discovered it at the library (that's another story!) and
it felt wonderful, but I was just beginning to
experience the excitement of the anticipation of an
orgasm. I could bring myself off almost immediately in
those days, and could spend hours down there, doing
nothing but. I still masturbate almost every day, and
fantasize about these youthful memories a lot.
I gathered my towel and beach gear, then hopped on my
bike to head home, a strong, hungry ache growing in my
stomach. My bike had a hard leather racing saddle which
felt unbelievable on my aroused pussy. It was all I
could do not to ride home awkwardly, leaning my aching
clitoris into the saddle, like a duck or something. I
couldn't get my mind off that girl!
I really hadn't gotten this excited before from looking
at a woman, although I knew I kind of liked other girls
in a sexual way. My sister, two years older than me, was
an absolutely gorgeous young woman, and was the "babe"
of the family. I was more of a brain. We both were
athletic and trim, with that "All American" look,
though.
I had felt aroused by the sight of her several times,
but always managed to hide it, thinking it kind of
weird, seeing as how she was a girl -- and also my own
sister! Both of us were popular and drove the boys
crazy, but had very strict parents and at 15 I'd barely
even been kissed. My girl to girl fantasies were very
new and reserved for my most private moments, and I had
certainly never dreamed of acting on them!
I had to stop half way home, behind a posh shopping
plaza downtown, and adjust my bikini bottoms. They had
ridden up and were absolutely drenched beyond belief.
Holding out my suit and peering down, I fingered my
little clit a few quick strokes until I groaned, then
sniffed and licked my finger tips.
Feeling really vulnerable and self-conscious all of a
sudden, I jumped back on for the half mile remaining to
home. I pedaled hard -- I was now in a huge hurry!
When I reached our yard, I let my bike fall in the yard
and raced into the house and up the stairs to my
parents' room. Not a creature was stirring, except the
cat in my shorts! Yum!
Not even bothering to close the door behind me I left my
suit in a ball by the bed and toweled off the saltiness.
I looked over into their full length mirror (the only
one in our house and the reason I chose their room over
my own) and noticed that I had gotten quite a bit of sun
that day. My strong legs were blushing red, contrasting
with the white skin of my covered parts. The muscles
were taut and hard from the exercise of my ride home. I
had beautiful, muscular, long, slender legs. Still do.
I stood legs straight, heels apart, toes touching, my
back arched, my bottom pointed at the mirror. My bottom
was firm and white as snow, and I admired the way my
legs began to taper as they neared its pert roundness.
My inner thighs were glistening in the light with my
moisture!
My fingertips went to my behind and lightly caressed the
elastic mark where the tan line was as I watched over my
shoulder. Throwing my head back to let my hair tickle, I
closed my eyes and imagined that it was the bikini girl
I was touching.
I caressed for a few more seconds, until finally, teeth
clenched in frenzied anticipation, both of my palms
slapped down hard on the cool, firm, eager flesh of my
bottom! They left stinging red stains which I then
lightly tickled with my fingertips. It had begun.
I could smell my arm pits, and the sharp stink mixed
with the smell of my sunburned skin and the heady aroma
of my highly excited and dripping crotch. It was a
wonderful and womanly combination I hadn't ever really
noticed before, and it made me deliriously aroused. I
stood there for a time, eyes closed, my nose buried in a
pit, lips parted, just breathing the mixture of the
scents of my young, hot body.
My head was swimming in that sunburny way, and my little
cunt was extremely hot, I just fell back on the bed,
eyes still closed, and plunged my right middle finger
into my sopping vagina and over its engorged clit. I
began to wank myself hard, making a wonderful wet,
creamy sound!
It only took a dozen strokes until my thighs began that
wonderful involuntary dance! I let out a long, high
pitched wail, which emanated from the pit of my stomach
and exited my parted lips. My teeth clenched together
and the wail became a frothy hiss. Whew! That didn't
take long! Basically, I had already been masturbating
that morning --by bicycle!
My lower body felt like jelly. My aching breasts were
pushed together by my upper arms and I began to tease
and pinch my swollen nipples between my left thumb and
forefinger, first one, then the other, then rubbing both
with a palm, letting the fingerprint swirls do their
magic. I came steadily, continuing to buck and ride my
slithering finger, for what must have been a long, long
time.
Finally, breathing heavily and perspiring, I decided to
slow down and enjoy the rest of the afternoon at a more
leisurely pace. What was the hurry? The house was mine
for at least another ten hours. Why not dress up,
explore? I wanted to try on sexy clothes. I wanted to go
down to the kitchen and see what I could find there to
play with and insert. I was so young and eager. I was up
for anything!
I got up to smooth the covers, and realized I wasn't
alone!
The world crashed in like an avalanche! Every nerve
ending in my body shot to an instant alert status as I
saw my older sister standing in the doorway!
She was watching me intently, her index finger holding
her place in a book, glasses atop her perfect nose. She
had seen everything! I knew instantly from the look on
her face. She looked slightly flushed, interested. She
was standing with her weight shifted comfortably,
leaning on the door frame, as if she had been watching
for quite some time!
I was crimson! I yammered and stammered and tried to
find words, fully comprehending that I was not only
naked, but caught lewdly masturbating on my parents' own
bed. I instinctively shrank, covering myself, very close
to tears, my head still swimming in sunburned, orgasmic
circles.
I dropped to sit on the edge of the bed, my shoulders
guarding forward, my knees together and drawn up. "I-
I... I'm so sorry, I was just..." I managed.
"Mas-tur-bat-ing?" she finished, in deliciously-
exaggerated round tones. She entered the room, sat next
to me, put her book face down on the bed, reached around
me in a hug and drew me close, cradling my shoulders.
The sleeve of her terry cloth robe felt soft on my
slight sunburn and scratchy at the same time. It gave me
a case of goose bumps.
She tried to reassure me and calm me down. I was shaking
like a leaf. "Shhhhh," she whispered gently, her breath
tickling my ear, "It's okay, it's alright, I understand,
baby, I understand."
I chanced an embarrassed look at her face from the
corner of my eye and noticed she was all compassion and
caring. She had caught me in an extremely private moment
in my life -- the most private -- and she knew it. To
her credit, she was mature enough to understand and to
reassure me. I have never loved Jennifer more, before or
since. It was a beautiful moment between two sisters.
"I heard you race in, and then, well, when I saw... I
was just going to close the door, but you..." she
trailed off, looking for the right words. I was still
silent, scared. "You just looked so beautiful. I'm sorry
but I couldn't turn away."
"Beau-beautiful?" I managed, a sniffle following. I was
melting inside, now, just completely. I was helpless and
confused and embarrassed and ashamed and weary from
everything. "You... you saw... Me? How long did you..."
I let out a long, heaving sigh, my shoulders collapsing
completely.
"Everything, I think. It's no big deal". Looking down,
she said, "You spank yourself hard, babe, let me see."
I automatically rolled a hip up and she touched the
redness there. I drew away slightly, then relaxed. Her
caress felt good -- soothing. "Masturbation is nothing
new around this house, baby sister! Even Scotty does
it!" she laughed. I was incredulous -- my 13 year-old
little brother?
"Scotty!" Now I was almost myself again, regaining
composure, ready for the skinny! "How? You saw him? Tell
me!" Suddenly we were both teenaged sisters again,
excitedly sharing an unspeakably delicious bit of
gossip.
She told me about how she had awakened late one night
and gone into the kitchen for water. She had heard
something, and quietly crept into the den where she
espied young Scotty the football star, totally naked,
watching a soft core movie on cable and jerking off
furiously, his eyes closed, his muscles rippling, the
soles of his feet pressed together, his huge, red,
muscular penis slick with hand cream and about to
explode.
"Did he... you know...?" I asked, my eyes glistening in
anticipation.
"Oh yes! All over his stomach and chest and face -- he
even licked it off! It was soooooo cool! He's really
big, down there. It was awesome. Scotty has a beautiful
cock, Paula -- My God!" she began to laugh and then
doubled over in giggly laughter, and we both laughed
hard.
Feeling the tension melt away now, (and feeling bolder
due to a familiar tickle that was returning...) "Do...
do you?" I asked timidly.
"Just about every day, Paula! In fact, I started doing
it while watching Scotty that night. He never knew, and
when he finished I had to go upstairs and finish
myself", a giggle and a wink.
She looked at me then, grinning, and I her for what
seemed like an eternity.
Our eyes were locked.
"Would you, would you show me?" I asked, hopefully,
utterly and completely vulnerable.
"Sure," she said, smiling broadly, "but let's go into my
room, just in case."
We straightened up our parents' room and collected my
things and into her room we went. Amid the posters of
rock bands and sports legends, she cleared off her bed.
I quickly drew the shades and turned on the bedside
light, nervously anticipating my first try at mutual
masturbation!
When I turned around, she was slipping out of her
panties and as she stood up, naked in front of me, she
held her arms out to beckon me to her. I hesitated, then
rushed to her softness and we collided, breasts first,
kissing softly, falling to the bed. It was rapture.
Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing
torridly -- harder than I'd ever kissed or been kissed.
I had to swallow from the emotion that choked me and
made my eyes burn. It was the most beautiful and
passionate kiss I had ever had.
Her arms released me, slightly and her hands ran up and
down my skin, fingernails raking, as her tongue parted
my lips and we began to French, passionately. Our breath
came like hot steam from our flaring nostrils. She
released my mouth and her soft lips and tongue
immediately went to my flushed cheeks and then my
sensitive neck, cleaning the salt off as they went. I
began to blush and moan and cried out softly.
I was a 15 year-old school girl, and my own big sister
was going to make love to me! It was inconceivable. No
one had ever done that before and now here it was my
first time and it was my sister? A thousand thoughts
swirled through my head making me dizzy, making me
hesitant, making me want her. I was delirious, spinning.
Sweetly, like the virgin I was, I lay back to let her
have her run of me. I dared to open my eyes and was
transfixed by the unbelievable sight of a supple, young
girl who looked so much like me making love to my own
body! We could have been twins!
I came for the second time that day as she began to
nuzzle and lick and suck on my aching breasts. My hands
moved to her back and my palms pressed her to me. It was
glorious and was about to progress far past the mutual
masturbation I had her asked for!
She had obviously done this before! Her eyes were closed
and she was as placid as she was business-like. She knew
how to make love to a girl, and I was being careful to
learn while I had the chance.
She tongued my body like a melting ice cream cone, and
eventually slid herself down between my thighs. I raised
my knees.
"Wait a minute," she said, getting up. She went over to
her dresser and got a barrette, pinning her long hair
behind her and out of the way as I admired and marveled
at her beautiful full breasts, so much like mine, so
much nicer than that girl at the beach! Who needed
fantasies at this point?
"There." Her hair up, she started back. "Now you can
watch the action." Then, pointing toward the headboard,
she said, "Scootch up so you can see me better." I did.
"Have you done this before?" I had to ask, a wry,
knowing smile playing across my lips.
"Band sleepovers with Lisa G. -- she is such a bad girl!
-- whew! We sneak out to her parent's pool house after
the others crash!" she giggled.
I was incredulous. Did that mean my sister was a
lesbian? That I was, now, too? But she said she had come
thinking about Scotty coming and we both liked
boys.....Before I could decide, Jenny was back between
my legs to stay.
She started by kissing my sensitive inner thighs. She
parted her perfect lips and ran her tongue across the
length of one, then the other, teasing me. The only
things that had ever come into arousing contact with the
lips of my young vagina were my fingers, a bar of soap
and that bike seat, and I was delirious with
anticipation. Jennifer placed her hands on either side
of my throbbing vagina and gently spread my labia
majora, smiling and winking at me as she gazed at my
most secret of places.
Looking back to the business at hand, she moistened her
soft lips and staring intently, took a nibble at my
inner lips. My pussy gave a couple of spasmodic heaves
and my hips began to shake, way, way, way, down inside.
I sucked in a breath as a whine escaped my lips.
My whole body tensed each time she softly nibbled my
soft inner flesh, dabbing it with her pointed tongue.
She was being very gentle and methodical, her eyes not
missing a thing. It really turned me on to watch her
watching! Her caring manner made me melt inside. I
really loved her. Then, suddenly, she got a better grip
with her fingers, and, spreading me wide, her tongue
found my clit and began to bury itself.
I exploded! I came so hard and so fast that I shrieked
and began to sob, my legs convulsing shut as I rocked
and bucked and drenched the two of us with so much
spunk, I could feel it running out of me like a river.
Her strong, burrowing tongue seemed to have a life of
its own as she deliciously and noisily licked my sweet,
hot, young cunt. She expertly took me up and down into
orgasm like a roller coaster, each one as intense as I
had ever, ever, felt. "Oh, I love you, I love yoooooou!"
I moaned, and my hands fell to my breasts as I lovingly
watched her do her work. My back arched, head rolling
from side to side. I had to pee, I almost couldn't stand
the intensity of the pleasure she was giving me. I came
like a locomotive charging downhill.
Jennifer ate my cunt for almost half an hour without
stopping that day. I have never since had such good head
from anyone -- except her. I suppose it could have been
the newness of the experience that made it especially
intense, but I have to admit that she was prodigious.
She was a natural.
It all added up to utter rapture. She took me to a place
I could have never even imagined a few hours before. I
was literally changed forever. The thought of that naive
girl racing home on her bicycle was like an old home
movie!
After she was done, she kissed her way up my perspiring
length and we began to French kiss again, slowly, hotly.
The taste of my own sweaty spunk was heavy and sweet and
sour and organic and metallic and cloying. I eagerly
tasted myself from her swollen lips. And then I asked if
I could do her.
She got up, stretched, moved her jaw around
exaggeratedly and rolled her eyes, smiling. What a
sister -- always joking -- even at times like this! She
asked me to scootch down and mounted the bed kneeling,
so her calves framed my head and her vagina was over my
face. It looked just like mine! And I could smell her,
hot and sweet with sweat and spunk -- a little headier
and stronger than mine! I piled pillows under my head so
I could reach, and there I was -- heaven!
Reaching around her thigh and then back with one hand, I
stroked her vagina, which was hairier than mine, but
looked and felt amazingly similar in every way. My other
hand spread one ass cheek apart. Her beautiful cunt was
mine all mine.
"Wait'll I tell mom you're not a virgin!" I teased,
spanking her slender butt. "Who was it, Curtis or
Bobby?" She said nothing, but answered by getting back
to work on my virgin pee pee, now with her mouth and
slickened fingers.
Our bodies were a perfect fit, and the perspiration that
developed between our bellies felt cool on us whenever
our skin parted.
I parted the slick, pliable lips of Jennie's mound and
felt her wetness, looking for and finding her swollen
clitoris. She squirmed and giggled and asked if I needed
help. "Uh uh," I said, smiling, "You've shown me
enough!" My lips met hers.
Soft, so soft! And the elusive little wings of her labia
seemed to just glide off my lips with slickness as I
tried to nibble them between my lips and tongue. Once
trapped, they were spongy and substantial and delicate
and sweet, the inside pinker and membrane smooth, and
the edges slightly bumpy and softly rough. I ran my
tongue tip over the edges. Then I dug in and I licked
her sweet vagina for all I was worth.
I closed my eyes and just buried my tongue into my
sister's cunt, burrowing, darting, digging, lapping,
swirling, tickling, nuzzling, sucking, grunting,
drooling, frothing, concentrating, spelling my name,
then backwards then hers. Her little brown anus was nose
level, and it exuded its own exciting scent.
It took a little getting used to, but once my nose
associated it with the smell of our sweet spunk and
sweat, I began to enjoy it and breathed deeply. Soon I
was taking looping detours and lashing that anus with my
eager tongue, my strong jaw and chin pushing against her
cunt to gain leverage, my hands spreading her cheeks as
wide as they would go.
After a few minutes of my tongue lashing her twat, I
concentrated on her swollen clitoris. Jenny began to
breathe harder and paused her own exploration, her head
down, moaning hypnotically and swaying.
Breathing in rasps, sighing, then shouting, "Yes,
oooooh... Yes ohhhhhhhh Yes! Yes! I don't believe....oh,
Ohhhh Yes, Paula - YES!"
Orgasm wracked her, violently shaking her long, lithe
body from head to toe.
She collapsed, squirming and bucking, clenching my head
with her thighs. Jennifer was literally grinding her
cunt into my face like a woman possessed. Then
loosening, She bent down and began licking my aching
clit furiously, erratically, earnestly until I began to
come too. We both clasped on to one another and held on
for the ride of our lives.
We rocked and pitched and moaned and heaved and cried
out each other's names and cried real, joyful tears.
Somewhere in there, my fingers found their way inside
her vagina and anus and I almost lost my rings I
fingered her so hard! We came so long and so hard that
we both eventually collapsed, completely limp and both
drenched with our sweat and our juices. We lay there
together for a couple of minutes, just breathing. We
finally untangled ourselves and shakily gained our feet.
"Whewwwww!" we both said as one, then laughed, hugging
tenderly, our breasts touching.
We were a pair, that's for sure, two lovely, tall young
girls, sweaty and spunky. We looked and smelled and felt
glorious! My nostrils smelled of her behind and I kept
snuffing the wonderful funkiness she had left on me,
making us laugh. It was beyond wild. Far, far, far
beyond!!
I couldn't help but caress her still. I couldn't keep my
hands off of her! I was afraid to let go, thinking it
all might end. I didn't have to worry.
We still had lots of time, so we got into her shower and
washed each other, head to toes. We talked and giggled
and kissed some more, and she even made me come one more
time; my bottom on the edge of the tile shower seat, and
her kneeling before me. What a day!
Clean and glowing, our hair up in towels, we sat in her
room, just talking, and smiling. We had fallen in love
with one another. We could both feel it. I had a nervous
pit in my stomach. It was the strangest feeling -- I
felt as if I were falling, spinning, losing myself to
this thing between us, but I didn't care.
She said she felt the same! We weren't just sisters
anymore, we were lovers -- good, desireful lovers,
deeply involved, and, as always before, we were friends,
too. It felt like the most natural thing in the world,
like, "why didn't one of us think of this sooner?"
By the time our parents and brother returned, we had
retreated to our separate rooms in the house and all was
seemingly normal. I had trouble looking at Scott the
same way, and desperately wished to see his penis in
action! He didn't notice, but went right up to his room,
locking the door! Snicker!
Although we both went off to different colleges (she
went that August), and she has since married and has
children, our love affair has never ended. I have
remained single and do not want the burden of marriage.
I like men and love heterosexual sex! (It turns out, I
am bisexual. Go figure!) Men are the greatest -- except
for Jennifer, of course!
We now work together, running our family business, and
her husband, James, and I are very close. Her children
adore me and I them. They live across town. Scotty is a
stock broker in Boca Raton. I watched him masturbate
quite a few times after she clued me in, by the way, and
it was everything she'd said! He still doesn't know.
Maybe I'll tell more about that next time.
I had a bedroom area installed at the office, and Jenny
and I still make love as often as we can. We have the
best of both worlds. Her hubby understands that she must
sometimes "work late" and suspects nothing! And although
I occasionally take other lovers, my beautiful, sexy
sister Jennifer is and always will be the one and true
love of my life. It's really strange the way life turns
out sometimes.
That's it. I'm going to go masturbate to this story
right now. I've never written it down let alone shared
it and I feel I owe myself. I hope you do, too.
END
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with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it
isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people
other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around
the world contract HIV every year. You only have one
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