Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

I called up to them. “Get the bath going, girls! I’ll be up soon!”

“‘KAY!” Amid laughter.

I turned back to the kitchen to clean up the area around the fridge that had been spattered by coconut cream. And on the island. And the fridge handle. Hmm. . . I licked the hand that had held the handle. Oh, that was GOOD.

I remembered I’d been poisoned. In a good way, but still. I hoped I could keep remembering that. No telling what might happen. I heard the bath water run upstairs.

And all of a sudden, outside the kitchen window, it seemed the sky fell in. At first I thought it was the bath, somehow strangely louder. But no – rain, rain, rain! Quite a heavy downpour. I opened the french doors to the deck. Mm, nice. Mild, clean, and soaking everything. I stood gazing out at the rushing rainstorm, and heard another, more chaotic rushing – of little feet, down the stairs. They were still topless, caked with cake, and still poo-stained.

“Ooh, ooh, rain! RAIN!” Lily clapped her hands, hugged Lisa, who chanted along: “Rain, rain!”

Lily ran to the doorway to the deck. The rain was coming down hard. We felt the warm, fresh spray. She turned to me. “Can we play in it? Please??”

Lisa: “Please? Please??” They hugged and literally jumped up and down. Eleven? More like four!

I smiled. It sounded like fun. “Sure, get all that stuff washed off you.”

Lily grinned. “I know!” And she immediately stripped. Of course. She tossed her soiled shorts and socks and shoes theatrically on the floor, then struck a heroically naked pose, both arms up and out. Oh, my little darling. There was her little slit, still rosy from our latest Clean Check. Her grin to me had a bit of the secret, then she turned to Lisa.

Who turned to me, her face ablush with eagerness and trepidation. Her eyes held just the slightest of glazes. I looked at her with a simple shrug that said: “Not my call, babe. Your move.” And with an intrepid grin, she peeled her leotard the rest of the way down, and kicked it expertly into the Lily pile, and turned triumphantly to Lily.

I took a deep breath and masked it with a look out the door. God, she was beautiful — really, classically beautiful. A dancer, in every sense: her long, smoothly muscled body; just blooming breasts with the beginning bumps; her bottom, heart-shaped, and also beginning to bloom, the hips with that tensile firmness; and her legs, my God. . . so perfectly formed, and chiselled now. My little sister. . .

“Wow, Lisa, you are beautiful!” Lily’s mouth was open.

Lisa’s whole body blushed at that, and she smiled. “Silly,” she murmured.

“Come on!” Lily strode out into the downpour.

Lisa followed her, squealing under the stream. Lily hopped, and sang, Lisa swayed, and danced; they both held hands and their mouths open to the rain, and the rain obligingly ran down and around their young, naked bodies. . .

At one point Lily hugged Lisa, who reciprocated, and they began enjoying their mutual slipperiness – first Lily, then Lisa would try to hold on to the other, while twisting and dolphining against each other, giggling and laughing. . .

I just looked on in wonder. Lustful wonder, yes – it did make me incredibly horny, watching my two naked little angels play with each other. Oh my, oh my, oh my. I sighed, big-time. What I wanted to do was join them, of course – get naked and squish myself up against them, and be a little girl with them, and be a big girl with them, and teach them pleasure, wet, wet, delicious . . .

What I did was call them in. Boo. “Okay, come on, girls–”

“Ohhh–”

“–Bath should be ready by now.”

“Yaaay!!” And on cue they ran into the kitchen, past me to the stairs, and up again. I heard a slap! And a squeal from Lisa.

Big sigh again. Poor me, I have to watch two gorgeous little girls have fun, mostly naked. Woe is me. Oh grow up, I said to my silly self, and put a mop to the kitchen floor.

After another ten minutes or so, I’d finished downstairs, and headed up. It was definitely quieter than before, I noticed. They’re probably pretty sleepy by now – a bath would certainly do the trick. A towel and PJ’s, brush teeth and to bed. The Responsible Babysitter’s Guide. . .

When I neared the bathroom, it WAS quieter: just the hum of the whirlpool jets, the bubble of the water – and a sort of cooing sound. I stuck my head in, and saw little naked Lily, now pink-wet, sitting up on the edge of the tub. She was looking down at Lisa in the tub; looked up at me and put a finger to her lips, with a smile. Then she looked back down at Lisa.

Lisa’s small, elegant feet were on each side of Lily as she faced her. As I came closer to the over-sized tub, I saw that my sister’s head lay back in the bubbling water. She looked at me, and now her eyes were quite glazed. Her mouth hung open. Her little nipples were hard and almost purple. A whirlpool jet buzzed away between her legs.

“Oh, Lou. . .” she breathed. “Oh, it’s. . . it’s so amazing. . .” Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. BIG sigh. Her toes curled, and Lisa held them.

Lisa opened her eyes again to me. “I never felt like this. . . ever, ever. . .” Her discovery was so wonderfully innocent.

Lily murmured to us both, “I was doing it to myself,” she stroked Lily’s toes, “and then I showed Lisa. . .” she kissed a toe. She was looking down at Lisa, who stared back at her, almost oblivious. “She never did anything like this.” Lily kissed another toe, then sucked it into her mouth.

Lisa gasped, then giggled low, almost like a baby who’s too tired to laugh. Another wave passed through her and the baby became a little girl discovering true, deep pleasure. A high-pitched “Ohh!”

I knelt by the tub and watched. Lily brought her feet up and squatted before Lisa. She spoke as if to a very young student of hers. “I like to rub myself, too.” She pressed her fingers to her pink and open slit and began rubbing. I could see her juices were still flowing, my horny little devil. Her pudgy fingers slipped easily between her rosy lips, then out and around and around.

She stared at Lisa, who stared back. Lily dug at herself. “It feels really good, huh?”

Lisa nodded, then couldn’t keep it in: “Ohh, it feels SO good? So so good. Mmmm. Ooooh!”

Lily thrust her hips forward, frigging away. “I like to do it when you’re doing it, too. I like to feel good with you.”

Lisa nodded, her mouth open. “Uh-huhhh. . .” Another shudder shook her.

Lily frigged faster. I could hear her wet little flap-flap-flapping above the hum of the whirlpool.

Lisa made a little ‘huh!’ sound and her whole body froze. Her toes extended completely, en pointe. And little Lily moaned as she herself brought herself to a little cummy. Lisa watched, in her suspended state.

They both ceased quietly – no big collapse, no screaming. But real. They panted for a few moments. Then Lily hit the off-jet button and slid into the water. Her face was inches from Lisa’s. “That felt good, huh?”

Lisa nodded, dazed. Her blond hair swayed around her head like seaweed. She scratched her nose. “That was awesome.”

Lily grinned in her face. “I know, isn’t it?” She turned to me. I had my arms folded on the edge, watching them. Lisa, too, turned her pretty, flushed face toward me. Her look was of serene happiness, mixed with just a touch of shyness.

And it was Lisa, my dear little sister, who extended the invitation. “Come in with us, Lou.”

Lily nodded fiercely. “Yeah! You have to.”

I smiled at my angels. “I don’t think that’s a great idea. . .”

Lily rose to stand. The water came up just to her cute inny belly button. “It’s the best idea ever! Whattaya mean?” A big lock of her wet, dark hair stuck to her cheek.

“Well. . . what if your parents come back while I’m romping naked in the tub with you? Hm?”

“They’re not going to be back until late late late. Mama said.” And she fell back with a Sploosh!

True. And Josette had said she’d call first if they came back early, in case I wanted to make other plans. . .

Lily scooted right up to my face. “You have to.”

Lisa moved in beside her. Both their pretty little wet faces were within breathing distance.

Lily: “Please?” And kissed my cheek.

Lisa smiled and kissed my other cheek. “Pretty please?” she whispered.

Well. I rolled my eyes at them and stood. Lily grinned as I began removing my clothes. OFF with the Gap shirt —

“Ooh, your boobies!”

“They’re so pretty, Lou.” Lisa was watching me, fascinated. She really hadn’t seen me naked, not since I was a teenager with no boobs to speak of, and definitely not since I’d, well, become a woman. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, Lees.”

“Your nipples are so cool!” As Lily touched a finger to one. I did have rather long nipples, and they got even longer when I was excited. They were very long right then. She giggled. “They’re like erasers!”

I stood there half-undressed, my hands at my belt. “I guess that’s good. . .”

“Let her take her pants off, Lily.”

Lily slipped back into the tub by Lisa. “Yeah, get naked!” She and Lisa looked at each other and laughed. Lily kissed Lisa’s nose, then put a protective arm around her neck. Lisa leaned into her new friend.

I peeled my jeans down, a bit self-conscious in front of an audience! I shucked them and folded them, then hung them on a towel rack.

I’d forgotten about my little surprise, but Lily noticed. “Hey, your underpants!”And indeed, I’d found a pair with the same pattern I’d seen on her that first night: purple with pink and white hearts. I turned for her, showing off the big white heart on the bottom.

Lily murmured to Lisa, “I had the same kind of underpants when she was my babysitter. . .”

Lisa said, “I like them.”

I turned and started to take them off, when Lily stopped me. “Wait!” I turned to her, expectant. “Umm. . . I never saw your bottom naked.” She turned to Lisa, who looked at her, intrigued.

They both looked back at me. Lisa said, politely, “Lou?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you show us your bottom? Naked?”

I snorted a small laugh at their courtliness, then said, “Why, of course I can, girls.” I turned and looked back at them. Two cute 10 and 11-year-old girls waiting for their strip show! They both now had their arms over the edge of the tub, and their lips were slightly parted in fascinated anticipation.

I tucked both thumbs into the waistband. “Like this?” They nodded solemnly. So I proceeded, pulling the panties down my bottom, slowly. God, this was so erotic, I was swimming. I felt the band slide down my butt, over my crack, then to the crease between my legs and my ass. . .

Looking back, I could see that one of Lily’s hands had disappeared into the water. “Feel good?” I asked her.

She nodded, smiling. “Your bottom is so, so sexy.” Lisa nodded.

Lily went on, “It’s not smushy like Mama’s, it’s –”

“Beautiful.” Lisa stared at her sister. “Really, really beautiful.”

“Thank you, dear.” I squeezed my butt. “Can I finish taking them off now?”

They both nodded. Lily held out her arms. “Now get in with us!”

I put away the panties and clambered naked into the bath. It was quite capacious, easily able to hold four adults. Lily and Lisa both crowded in on me in the middle, their heads bobbing, while I squatted, my nipple-hard boobs at water level.

Lily was so excited, she could hardly breathe. “Do the whirlpool!” Her little crotch rubbed against my knee under water.

Lisa enthusiastically agreed. “Oh, Lou, yes! Do it! It is So So Awesome!”

Lily was looking down, peering through the water at my own crotch. “You have a lot of hair, too. Right? A lot of hair on your vagina.”

I looked down, musing. The water was quite clear. “Not a whole lot, but, yeah, I do have some.”

“Furry.” She grinned and scrambled up to the ledge again. “‘Cause look, mine is all naked. See?” She held her pink little puss open for inspection.

Lisa hopped up on the ledge beside her and splayed herself. “Me, too. I don’t have any hair, either!” And she also presented her slick little vulva, rather more elegantly than Lily, I saw: Lisa used two fingers to spread herself, whereas Lily just dug right in and spread ’em.

I was somewhat dazed. “Yes, I see. I. . . do see.”

Lily looked over at Lisa’s presentation. “Wow. . . yours has like a tongue coming out!”

Lisa bit her lower lip, pride mixed with shyness. She looked down at herself. “Yeah. . . sometimes it just sticks out like that.” A pink little kitten nose peeked out. Actually, more like a full-grown cat nose.

Lily leaned down and stuck her own tongue out at Lisa’s lower one. “Mmmn, yourSELF!”

They both giggled. Oh my God. Lovely.

Lily inspected Lisa’s little pussy tongue closely. “It’s so cool. . .” She checked out herself again. “Mine is kinda fatter. . . and redder. ‘Cause I rub it a lot!” And she demonstrated, then looked over at Lisa, her little fingers still fondling her swollen lips. “Do you like to rub yours too?”

Lisa had been watching Lily masturbate, fascinated. She idly stroked her own, more delicate- seeming cunt as Lily rubbed away. Dreamily, she nodded. “But I don’t really rub. . . just kind of. . . play with it. . .” Which she was doing, to apparently good effect. Then, almost on cue, they both looked at me. For a moment, they just looked at me, playing with themselves. A mental snapshot, never to be forgotten.

Lily spoke: “Show us your vagina, Louisa.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah, show us yours, Lou.” And she slid down again, into the bath, followed by Lily, who slapped the ledge they’d just left. Then she grinned at me, and bit my shoulder. In her enthusiasm, it actually hurt.

“Ow.”

She grimaced with a hiss, and kiss-kiss-kissed it better. “Sorry sorry sorry! I just wanted to eat you for a second, sorry!”

Lisa kissed the shoulder, too. “She’s sorry,” she giggled, then kissed my ear. A quick, elfin whisper, “I love you, Lou.” Back away, shy smile.

I rubbed my arm and smiled, at both of them, at their hopeful faces. I took a breath and climbed up on the Viewing Stand. I repressed a sudden urge to giggle like a madwoman, then took another breath and spread my legs wide for the girls’ edification.

They both surged forward. “Ohh, it’s so beautiful!”

“It’s like a seashell!”

Lily petted my pubes. “So much hair! And so soft. . .”

Lisa joined her in petting the puss. “It’s not like your regular hair, it’s thicker –”

“– especially up here,” as Lily ran her hand over the pubes above my twat. “It’s really bouncy here!” Lisa tried it, and, yes, she thought so too!

I touched their wet little heads, their slick, thin shoulders, arms. . . I was really in another world; kind of a constant, low-grade orgasm. I breathed slowly and deeply.

Lily touched a finger to my labia. “THIS is nice and smushy.” She held a lip between her pudgy thumb and finger. She smiled up at me. “It’s like. . . raspberries.” She continued to fondle it, twisting the plump flesh in her fingers. Almost to herself: “Really juicy raspberries. . .”

I couldn’t stop a low moan from escaping. Lisa’s eyes were wide now, her eyes riveted on me and my pussy. Lily looked at her, and Lisa touched a finger to my pussy lips. “It IS like a seashell. . .” Her wet finger slid up, to the apex, and found my clit.

“Mmm. . .” I murmured. She watched me, fascinated. Having just experienced something similar, she was eager to see how I responded.

Lily kissed me on my lips. I watched her little face down there, and felt her puffy little lips press against me.

Just that, was enough to kick my whole sensual being up a big old notch. “Ohhh, my God, Lily. Ooohh. . .” Lily came away and admired the reaction.

Lisa looked at Lily, who smiled back at her, brows up. A look that said, “I know, can you believe I just did that??!” Lisa bit her lip and looked up at me. All I could do right then was look dazed with lust. She swallowed, then leaned in and kissed my pussy lips. She came away and looked immediately at Lily.

Lily whispered to her, “I like how she tastes.” Lisa nodded.

My hands moved, of their own accord, down to my pussy, and I spread myself more fully apart. Lily smiled up at me, and immediately took the cue. She pressed her face against me now, and not only kissed, but started licking, and sucking. I felt her little button nose burrowing against the slick walls of my cunt. Lisa took the hint – it was certainly a day of new things! – and brought her own pretty mouth to my clit area. She inexpertly mouthed and lipped away at my hoodie and its pearl.

But really, her technique, and Lily’s, was no hindrance to my enjoyment. Indeed, it wasn’t even about the act itself, as much as the facts: these two amazing little naked, wet princesses slurping away between my legs as I, their babysitter and older sister, buck naked, held my gushing pussy open for them.

And that image, in my mind, and there before me in the flesh, set me off: “Ohhh, OhhHH, girls, here it is, here it is my babies, here I. . . ohhhHHHH my GOD, hHoH, hoh, hohh, OOOOooooohhh. . .”

The troupers, they slurped up every last drop.