Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Unfastened Belts

I couldn’t tell where I was at with Bo. When we saw each other after school on Monday, things seemed back to normal. We talked about school at lunch, then watched TV side by side on the couch, giggling and commenting on whatever Stephanie Tanner, SpongeBob and Tim Taylor were up to.

Around her bedtime, we went our separate ways. I didn’t want to force matters. I felt like she’d rebuked me last night, realizing at the same time how silly and unfair that was to Bo. Even if she’d fibbed about being tired, she didn’t owe me anything. She was just my little sister, three years my junior at age eleven. And Dad was right, sisters didn’t kiss each other that way.

At the same time, I was saddened by the possibility that our kissing and cuddling might be over for good. Thinking about it gave me a lump in my throat. It had felt so lovely with Bo lying next to me, the two of us getting affectionate. With a heavy heart, I hoped that my crush on her would eventually pass.

Temperatures were down again on Wednesday. The anticipation I felt for our pool visit on Saturday faded in the fog that was swallowing up our town. If it started to rain before then, the pool might not even open.

That night, I was on my computer when Bo went to her room. “Oh crap,” I heard her say when she opened the door.

I turned around in my chair to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t been in my room since I got home from school. I should have turned on the radiator right away,” she said. “It’s freezing cold in here.”

“Oh, no,” I said, sympathizing with her.

She walked out of my sight, back into her room. A few seconds later, I could hear steam rushing through the radiator.

Bo came back to the door. “Would it be okay if I left the door open tonight, so my room warms up quicker?” she asked meekly.

“Oh, you mean let all the cold air from your room into mine?” I replied.

Very slowly, Bo started to close the door, looking at me sadly the entire time. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help grinning. “Fine,” I said.

“Yaaay,” she said. “Thank you, Lisa!”

She turned around and crawled into her bed. I went back to browsing Gorillaz-Unofficial. It was an exciting time to be a Gorillaz fan. Their second album Demon Days had just come out, four years after their debut, and everybody was talking about it. The fans were speculating about what track might be the next single, and how many unreleased B-sides we would get with it.

Less than a minute passed before I heard Bo quietly call out, “Liiisaaa?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you come and cuddle with me for a bit? It’s so cooold,” Bo said, using the saddest voice in her repertoire.

“Let me just finish typing up this post,” I told her, trying to conceal my enthusiasm.

I wasn’t even actually writing anything. I clacked away on my keyboard for a few seconds, said, “Done,” turned off my computer and made my way over to Bo’s room. It was softly illuminated by the light coming in from my desk lamp.

Wordlessly, Bo held up her blanket, inviting me underneath. She shuffled over a little and I slipped in with her. Immediately, she embraced me.

“D-d-d-d-d,” she made.

“Yeah, it is cold,” I acknowledged.

“V-v-v-v-v,” she said, even more emphatically.

I chuckled.

“Warm me up,” she demanded.

“Hmm,” I said. “What part of you is freezing the most?”

“My n-n-n-neck,” she explained.

I started to gently rub her neck, but then had a better idea. “I’m gonna try something,” I told her.

I opened my mouth and took a deep breath, leaned in until I was almost touching Bo, then exhaled against her neck. She shuddered and said, “Oooooh.” It was basically a moan, right next to my ear. I could feel my pussy react almost instantly.

“Did that feel good?” I asked her.

“Yeeeah. Again,” she said.

I repositioned myself a little. This time, I breathed on her lower neck, below the chin. Even as I was doing it, she tilted up her chin to offer me better access, making a sweet “mmmm” sound that seemed to originate from right where I was blowing on her.

My insides were melting.

“Other side now,” Bo said, turning on her back and facing away from me a little. I could see that her eyes were closed. She looked blissful.

I got a little more daring, placing my lips right on her skin this time. I exhaled, and she moaned again. “Oooooh…” It sounded weak, almost helpless. I was turned on beyond belief.

“That felt so good,” she said.

“Can you do it on me?” I asked. “I wanna know what it feels like. I’m cold, too,” I lied.

“Okay,” she said.

I closed my eyes as Bo turned back on her side to face me. I could feel her nuzzling up to me, then her hot breath on the side of my neck. Immediately, I understood. It felt sweet and yummy and hot and beautiful. I squirmed a little under the blanket, rubbing my legs together. My pussy was pulsating.

“Did it help?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “But I think I need some more.” I craned my neck like a cat.

Bo got the message. She put her soft little lips on my skin and breathed out, right against my throat. It felt indescribable. Involuntarily, I made a low humming sound.

“Oh,” she said. “I could feel that.”

“You were right, it does feel amazing,” I said.

“Yeah. I’m still cold, though,” she asserted.

“Ah, yeah? Where?” I asked, looking at her.

“My belly?”

It sounded like a question. I wasn’t sure if that was because she was making it up, or because she was asking me if I was okay with what she wanted. Either way, she didn’t have to invite me twice.

We shifted positions again. I got us out of the blanket and knelt on the bed next to Bo’s feet. She was lying on her back again, looking at me expectantly.

I put my hands on the hem of her PJ top and noticed they were trembling. I know this isn’t forbidden, I thought, but the way it’s making me feel, it might as well be.

I lifted up Bo’s shirt, exposing her belly. She wriggled a bit. “Cold,” was all she said.

I inhaled, then started blowing all over her belly, hovering above it like a vacuum cleaner in reverse. Right away, she started purring again. I saw her turning her head from side to side, going, “Mmmmm.”

I finished up by kissing her bellybutton, which made her giggle softly.

“All better?” I asked, pulling her top back down. Instead of replying, she stretched out her arms, wordlessly asking for a hug.

I tucked the blanket around my shoulders like a cape, placed my legs on either side of Bo and lay down on top of her. I wrapped my arms around the pillow below us and lay my head next to hers, facing her. Bo put her arms around my back.

“You’re my favourite sister,” she said.

“And you’re mine.”

“I’m all warm now,” she said.

“Me too.”

I wasn’t just warm, my whole body was hot. My face felt flushed. I was right on top of Bo. My boobs were pressed against her chest and our lower bellies were touching through our pyjamas. I started thinking about how close my pussy was to hers, wondering if hers felt as crazy as mine did right then. My panties were probably soaked.

Without conscious thought, I started moving my hips against her belly.

“Mmm, that feels yummy,” Bo said, smiling.

I caught up with what I was doing. I’m basically dry-humping her, I thought, forcing myself to stop. Yummy or not, that was a step too far.

“You’re getting a little heavy, though,” Bo said, and despite the heat between my legs, I was thankful for the chance to gracefully withdraw. I lifted my upper body up a little, resting on my forearms.

“But thank you for cuddling with me,” Bo added and kissed my forehead.

“I love you,” I said, meaning it both ways.

“Love you too.”

I kissed her cheek, still not sure how she felt about those unsisterly kisses on the mouth. If she’s okay with skin-breathing and having me on top her, I can do without those other kisses for a while, I thought. This is just as good. I got up into a kneeling position, still straddling Bo, and stroked her hair.

“You look so pretty,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said, beaming and wriggling underneath me a little.

I finally got off of her all the way and out of her bed. I tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Night, big sis,” she said affectionately.

“Night, Bo.”

I left her room and closed the door behind me. I slumped against it, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. I cupped my crotch, and sure enough, my panties felt wet against my pussy. I was slick with need.

I undressed, picked up my panties and got into bed. I turned the panties inside out and slid the crotch through my pussy folds with one hand, soaking up even more of my wetness. With the other hand, I started rubbing my clit. I could tell I was already close to orgasm, so I had to go slow. It took all my willpower not to whimper — but Bo couldn’t be asleep yet, so I needed to be quiet.

Through the cotton, I pushed a finger inside my vagina. I could only get it in up to the first knuckle that way, but it still meant that I was essentially fucking myself with my panties. My pussy made soft squelching sounds that I prayed to God Bo wasn’t able to pick up.

I rode the edge of orgasm until I knew I couldn’t hold it off much longer. I pulled my panties out of my pussy, took one look at the soaking wet crotch and greedily stuffed it in my mouth, sucking on it like a pacifier as the taste of my pussy filled me up.

I wonder what Bo’s pussy tastes like. The thought made me shiver violently.

Once again I began to fuck myself, getting my finger all the way inside this time. But as soon as I started rubbing my clit again with the other hand, I came.

I kept pumping my finger in and out of my vagina through my orgasm, which only seemed to prolong it. I feverishly focused on trying not to moan, sucking my panties for all they were worth. After one last thrust, I left my finger inside my pussy, letting her squeeze and clench around it until she was done. It felt so good.

When I had mostly returned to Earth, I brought my hand to my face. It was shining wet with my pussy juice. I still had my panties hanging out of my mouth, so licking my fingers seemed redundant. Come on, naughty girl, you know what else you can do with that dirty paw. Of course I did. I wiped my fingers up and down my cheek, using my face as a canvas for my wetness. There we go.

Basking in the afterglow, I almost fell asleep. Gathering up the remainder of my consciousness, I put my pyjamas back on and turned off the desk lamp. As I lay back down, I realized that I was still holding my panties in my mouth. I took them out, slid them underneath the pillow, covered myself with the blanket and passed out.

*****

It was still foggy the next morning, but gradually the clouds cleared up — and just like that, fickle spring was back again. Bo didn’t ask for any more cuddle time that night, and of course I was too much of a wuss to ask her myself, but at least I wasn’t scared any more of losing my little sister’s affection. Sure, maybe we wouldn’t go back to kissing, but our new game of breathing on each other’s skin had been great.

On Friday, Mom announced over dinner that she and Dad had decided to get annual passes for the pool for all of us. Bo and I cheered, which made Mom and Dad cheer, too. We were all stoked.

The next day, after breakfast, Bo and I went up to our rooms to get ready for the pool. After she closed the door behind her, I stripped naked, then put on my white one-piece swimsuit with a T-shirt and shorts on top. I stashed a pair of panties in my backpack, along with a book, my headphones and my Discman, which was currently equipped with One Hot Minute by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

By the time I was done, Bo came out of her room, also wearing a shirt, shorts and her backpack. I put on my own backpack and we raced downstairs to the bathroom to pack two large bath towels. Dad was filling up a gym bag while Mom put sandwiches, water bottles, two large blankets and sunscreen in a big wooden basket.

Bo and I sat on the stairs to put on our sandals. I donned my headphones and turned on the Discman, nodding and tapping my feet to the bass and guitar. Mom grabbed a large straw hat from the coat rack. Dad put on sunglasses and a bright grin. I vaguely heard him say “Let’s go,” through the music.

The drums kicked in as the four of us marched downstairs towards the front door in a giddy procession. We exited the house, locked up behind us, put our stuff in the trunk of the car, buckled up and left for the pool.

The sky was covered in clouds, but it was warm. Last year’s experience had taught us that this was the best weather you could hope for at the pool. It was nice enough to go swimming, yet most people stayed home if the sky wasn’t blue. Their loss, more room for us!

After ten minutes of driving, tension rose as we made our way up the hill where the pool was located. Once you reached the top, you could see the entrance building in the distance. If a red flag was up, the pool was closed, giving you the chance to turn back.

We made the last corner. The flag wasn’t up. We all cheered, and Dad put his foot to the gas pedal a little harder. Half a kilometer later we pulled into the parking lot, which was only halfway full. We even got a spot that was close to the entrance.

We grabbed our stuff from the trunk and strutted up to the entrance, where we stood in line for a minute or so, then it was Mom’s turn at the ticket window. I slid the headphones down around my neck to hear her say, “We’d like an annual pass for two adults and two kids, please.” I saw her slide a hundred-euro bill and a few coins over the counter and gulped. I didn’t know the tickets cost that much! After doing a little head math, I was pretty sure we would get our money’s worth, though.

The lady behind the counter gave Mom four tickets. Hers and Dad’s were orange, mine and Bo’s were green. Mom handed us ours, and we put them in our wallets.

“Please don’t lose them,” Mom said.

“Sure thing,” Bo and I exclaimed at the same time, perhaps a little too blithely. Mom chuckled nervously.

We went through the turnstiles and stopped in our tracks to take in the view. The pool was vast and sprawling. To the left of us was the kiosk, a little store with a food section. Lockers and showers were to our right. In front of us, a big green meadow sloped its way down to the pool supervisors’ cabin, which housed more bathrooms and a big viewing deck on top, situated on the near side of two large pools.

The one on the left was a deeper one for swimming laps, divided into six parts by broad white underwater markings. On the far side, its floor sloped beneath two diving platforms.

Right next to it was the non-swimmers’ pool, a shallower one used mostly by kids and families for playing, separated from the larger pool by a gridded drainage on which you could walk. A yellow, sixty-meter-long water slide twisted its way into the water on the far end.

To the right of the pools was a short set of large stone steps leading to a big lawn, where some groups had already claimed spots. It didn’t matter to us, we had our own favourite spot somewhere else.

From up by the turnstiles, you could only see the center third of the pool. The two big pools and the lawn were framed by tall hedges on both sides. The big, sloping meadow continued behind the hedge on the left. Past the hedge on the right-hand side were a large playground in a wooded area, soccer and volleyball fields and a bocce court.

A smaller third pool adjoined the playground. It was meant for children up to ten, but I’d gone there with Bo last year because the water there was warmer than in the large pools, and the short but wide metal slide in the center of it was great for raucous games — at least, until the supervisor had enough and made us stop.

We made our way down the meadow and past the pools. A lot of people were swimming and playing already, their sounds drowned out by my personal soundtrack coming through the headphones, mysterious and passionate.

I was riding, riding on my bike; me with my friend, we’re so alike.
Am I all alone?
She said, “All we have is this;” we just had to stop and share a kiss.
Am I all alone?
Cover your eyes and click your heels; can you believe how good it feels?
Am I all alone?

Walking up a small hill behind the big water slide on the far end of the pools, we were delighted to find our spot completely unoccupied. Mom spread out the two large blankets underneath “our” tree; one for her and Dad, one for Bo and me. We were by one end of a tall hedge, right between the water slide and the sand court of the beach volleyball field.

I set down my backpack and turned off my Discman as Anthony Kiedis was singing “I’m falling into grace with you.” I took my headphones off, spread my towel on the blanket, took off my sandals and walked past our tree to the tall metal fence surrounding the pool. There were large pastures to the outer sides of the pool and a rocky slope down the hill ahead, offering a great view of the valley below. In another month or so, the shepherd would probably be back with his flock of sheep, circling their way around the poolside.

“What’chu waiting for, Lisa?” I heard Bo call out behind me. I turned around to see her stripping down to the brightly coloured bikini she’d been wearing underneath her clothes. Grinning, I took off my shirt as I jogged back to our spot. Once there, I stripped out of my shorts, too.

Bo was already running off. As I gave chase, I heard Mom calling out behind us, “What about sunscreen?” but I pretended not to hear her. It was cloudy anyway, so what did it matter?

I caught up to Bo halfway up the spiral stairs to the water slide where the line began. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, making her laugh. We both shrieked loudly in surprise when cold water dripped down on us through the steps above.

Slowly, we made our way to the top, people starting to line up behind us along the way.

When the last person in front of us went down the slide, Bo turned around to me and said, “Rebecca taught me a trick for going down the slide extra fast when we were at the indoor pool. Look.”

I stared wide-eyed as Bo cupped her butt cheeks and spread them, letting her bikini bottom slip into the crack, then sat down swiftly between the water jets at the top of the slide. The guy in front of her made his way past the red marking that signaled she was good to go, and with one push, Bo skidded off, lying flat on her back and crossing both arms in front of her chest to pick up speed.

Quickly checking to see that no supervisor was paying attention, I copied Bo and spread my butt cheeks apart, my swimsuit bottom nestling into my crack. I heard whoever was behind me give an appreciative whistle as I slung myself down the slide giving chase to Bo, ignoring the red marking way ahead of her.

She was a few meters in front of me, but I was catching up fast, using a well-tried technique. Beside my butt cheeks, only my shoulders and heels were in contact with the slide. Bo’s friend had definitely been right, though. Without the swimsuit material between my butt and the slide, I was going faster than I’d imagined. As a nice aside, it made me feel wild and crazy.

Halfway down the slide, in one of the bends, I caught up to Bo. Apparently she hadn’t noticed me yet. My feet landed on her shoulders and I gave her a push. She squealed in surprise, skidding away from me even faster than before thanks to the boost I’d given her.

The home stretch of the slide gradually sloped into a corner of the pool, the rising water slowing down the riders. There was a rail to the left, behind which people could watch; to the right, you could swim off into the pool.

Bo sat up and adjusted her bikini bottom as she slid into the pool, slowly coming to a halt near the end of the slope. I did the same and slid right into her, putting my legs around her and hugging her from behind. She laughed.

“You’re not supposed to chase me,” she said.

“That’s right,” someone said to our left.

I looked up to see a pool supervisor leaning on the rail, a mustachioed guy with a cowboy-style hat around forty, eyeing us through a pair of sunglasses. I gulped and let go of Bo.

“Chasing people is forbidden, and I’m sure you girls know that already since there’s a big sign by the top of the slide stating just that. Can’t miss it. Now I know it’s the first day of the season and we’re all excited to be back, so I’ll give you guys a pass. But I catch you doing that again, you’re out.”

“Sorry about that,” I said meekly, thinking about the annual tickets we’d only just gotten.

“All right,” he said, holding my gaze for a long moment. Then he said, “I just realized you couldn’t see this because I’m wearing sunglasses, but I gave you a playful wink right now, so scoot off already.”

Bo and I laughed. “Okay. Thanks for the pass,” I said.

Bo and I used our feet to push ourselves off the edge of the pool into the deeper water as he left, looking like he had very important business to attend to. I took a deep breath, held my nose and dove underwater backwards, submerged for the first time.

Weightless, I used all my limbs for changing position and doing somersaults, enjoying the cool water all around. I saw Bo diving right next to me, holding her nose too, hair clouding around her head as if she was a mermaid.

She’s so beautiful, I thought.

We dove the width of the pool, only coming up for air when we’d almost reached the drainage that separated the swimmers’ pool on the other side. We swam the last few meters, lifted ourselves onto the grid that covered the drainage and sat down next to each other, our lower legs still dangling into the pool, water swashing over the sides and streaming along the drain beneath our butts.

“What you wanna do now?” I asked Bo.

“Dive to the bottom of the other pool,” she said.

“Let’s do it.”

We lifted our legs from the water, stood up on the grid and walked over to the corner of the swimmers’ pool. You weren’t supposed to dive in from the drainage. As a matter of fact, you probably weren’t meant to walk on it either, since there was a rail on the end that was supposed to keep you out. But everybody did it, and the supervisors didn’t say anything as long as you didn’t bother the swimmers by doing wild jumps in their path.

We stopped at the end of the drainage and faced the swimmers’ pool, both of us gazing into the water-filled abyss beneath us. We were on the side of the pool with the diving platforms. The water was four meters deep here. I looked around. No swimmers were close to us.

“On three?” I asked.

“On three.”

Bo and I took big breaths, held our noses and looked at each other. In tandem, we counted to three and hopped off the grid, diving into the deep; sinking quickly at first, then slowing down. The water making its way around us was a deep, droning sound that faded into silence as we reached equilibrium.

I hadn’t quite reached the bottom. I looked next to me and saw Bo landing on the floor. She used her feet to push herself up, racing past me and back up towards the surface. With the floor out of my reach, I had to tread my way up without a boost. It took me a few long seconds to get to the surface. Gratefully, I took a deep breath of air.

“I did it!” she said.

“Yeah, I saw. I just missed it.”

“Again, again!”

We got back up on the grid and dove in again. The second time, I reached the floor, too. We hopped in a couple more times, getting better at it with each dive. The more velocity you had by the time you reached the floor, the more you could bend your knees for a powerful boost back up to the surface.

Coming up from our fifth dive or so, we spotted Mom walking up to us. She was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit that Dad kept comparing to Pamela Anderson’s. Bo and I only had a vague idea of who that was, but even we called it Mom’s Pamela Anderson swimsuit. Mom was a little chubby, but her ample bosom and graceful walk more than made up for it.

Mom stood by the edge of the pool. “Hey, girls. How’s the water?” She dipped her toes skeptically.

“Great!” ”Perfect!” Bo and I replied at the same time.

Mom chuckled. “All right, then.”

She bent down and steadily lowered herself into the water. I admired her for being able to do that. I could only brace the initial cold by diving in quickly. Doing it gradually felt way more cruel to me.

“I’m gonna swim a few laps,” Mom told us.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked her.

“‘Sunbathing’,” she said, using finger quotes. Bo and I giggled. Dad was probably taking a nap. He always dozed off at least once when we went to the pool.

“You wanna swim a lap with Mom?” I asked Bo.

“Sure,” she said.

“Okay, all right!” Mom said, smiling brightly.

She pushed herself off the edge and started swimming. Bo and I followed suit, but we were no match for Mom. She swam ahead, leaving us behind. I knew this was about getting in shape for her, so I wasn’t disappointed. Bo and I leisurely swam next to each other.

We were maybe three quarters along the way when Mom passed us in the other direction. “Have fun, you girls,” she said in between strokes.

“Okay!”

Bo and I finished our own lap. Bo leaned back against the side of the pool, hooking her arms over the edge behind her. Facing her, I put my hands on her elbows and my feet around her, encircling her.

She looked at me, smiling. “You’re all around me.”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling myself closer, bridging the gap of water between us and hugging Bo to the edge.

Our faces were almost touching. I kissed Bo’s cheek right next to her nose. She giggled and gave me a tender kiss on the same spot, then said, “I need to pee.”

I needed to go, too. I freed her and we climbed out of the pool.

We were right by the supervisors’ cabin, which also housed restrooms. Dripping, we scurried through the coolness of the air into the girls’ restroom, taking stalls next to each other.

Before I started stripping my one-piece down to my knees like I’d always done, I had an idea. I just pulled the crotch to the side instead, holding it there. A little nervously, I started peeing, but my swimsuit stayed in place and my hand was safely out of the way of the stream. I felt giddy and naughty, peeing while my body was still clothed in my swimsuit, only my pussy exposed.

I heard Bo flush beside me. Leaving her stall, she said, “Gonna wait for you outside, Lees.”

I wiped my slit and dropped the paper into the toilet. Having been so close to Bo in the water, the sight of my bare pussy was turning me on. Still holding the crotch of my suit to the side with one hand, I began to rub my clit with the other. Spurred on by the lewd sight, the sensations felt delicious.

I considered rubbing myself to orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t take me long. It felt like desecration, though. Orgasms were meant for cozy beds, not public restroom stalls. Still, I continued to masturbate until I was close to coming. Wistfully, I nestled my swimsuit back into place, giving my crotch a few reassuring pats. Feeling silly, I even said, “See you later, buddy.”

I flushed, left the stall and washed my hands. Outside, I saw Bo doing knee bends and waving her arms in front of herself to warm up, still dripping a little. She stopped when I caught up to her, getting on her tiptoes and stretching her arms instead. I used the opportunity to tickle her armpits.

“Hey!” she yelled, swatting my hands away. Then she grabbed one of them, took me in tow and started walking up the stairs behind the supervisors’ cabin that led to the viewing deck on one side and the small kiddies’ pool on the other.

Holding Bo’s hand made me nervous and excited at the same time.

“What are you in the mood for?” Bo asked me.

Making out with you, I thought. “Oh, you’ll never guess,” I said, chuckling.

“Hmmm,” she made. “Warming up in the kiddies’ pool?”

“Nah.”

“Going down the slide again?”

“Nah.”

“Volleyball?”

“Nah.”

“Doing something naughty with me?”

My brain did a double-take. Did she really just say that? Is she trying to set me up? I had to make an effort not to stammer.

“No,” I said, giving Bo an incredulous look that wasn’t hard to fake.

“Oh,” she said. “You wanna go and grab candy from the kiosk?” Like nothing had happened.

“We better go back to our spot then, and see if we can bother Dad for money,” Bo said.

“All right.”

We reached the end of the stairs, passed the kiddies’ pool and walked around the hedge to our left, past the soccer and volleyball fields on the other side towards our spot. We didn’t talk the whole way, but we kept holding hands, and occasionally Bo would start skipping beside me spontaneously for a few steps, making our arms swing.

I kept glancing at her — a giddy, bouncing eleven-year-old who probably had no idea how much she was toying with my mind and body. She was wearing the same bikini as last year. It had been flat against her chest last summer, but this year, her breasts were just starting to bud, visible as small bumps underneath her top. If it was a trick question, why is she still holding my hand?

We got to our spot to find Dad lying on the blanket with both arms across his chest, the brim of Mom’s straw hat draped over his face. I wondered if he or Mom had put it there.

“Hey Dad, you awake?” Bo said softly. No reply. “Crap,” she pouted.

“Hold on,” I said. “I think I might still have a few coins in my backpack.”

I checked the front pocket. Beaming, I produced around two euros’ worth of change from it, holding out my hand to show Bo. In a swift move, she grabbed the coins from my hand and took off running. I had to stop myself from yelling at her, not wanting to wake up Dad. Of course, I raced after her.

Thanks to her surprise tactic, Bo had a pretty good lead on me, but we both knew I was gonna catch her eventually. She kept glancing behind herself to look at me, grinning like a maniac.

“I’m bigger and faster than you,” I yelled tauntingly once we were a good distance away from Dad.

“Nope,” she exclaimed, despite her diminishing lead.

I caught up to her by the soccer field, grabbing her arm mid-run. “Eeeep!” she shrieked loudly, whirling around to face me as we came to a stop.

I didn’t let go of her arm. “You stole my money,” I told her. “You’re a bad girl.”

“Am not,” she said meekly, cheeks flushed with excitement. She looked like she was trying not to grin.

“What am I gonna do with my prey, now that I’ve caught her?” I mused. Bo tilted her face down, still looking at me. “I know,” I continued. “I’m gonna carry you to my feeding place, and that’s where I’m gonna eat you. And you can carry my money for me.”

In a swift move, I turned her to her side by the shoulder, bent down and picked her up off the ground. She yelped in protest, but slung her arm around my shoulder for support. Calmly, I made my way past the soccer field and the playground, where a bunch of children were playing. Some of them looked at us.

“Let me down,” Bo said quietly. “I’m not a little girl. The kids are laughing at me.”

“Too bad,” I scolded. “Enjoy your last moments alive, little thief, because you’re about to get eaten.” In a quieter voice, I said, “Besides, you liked it when I did it at home.”

She didn’t respond to that, and I could tell from the flushed look on her face that her protest had been fake, anyway. She enjoyed being shown off. My insides felt gooey.

By the time we got to the kiosk Bo had gotten really heavy, and I looked forward to putting her down. I stopped walking, tilted my head to the side and looked at her face.

“Gotta make sure you taste good before I eat you,” I told her. I pushed my tongue out and gave her a broad lick across her face.

“Eeewww!” she said, immediately wiping her face with the back of her hand.

“That’s what I thought,” I said. “Gross. Not gonna eat you after all. You can go, I guess.” Gently, I set her down. “You wanna go get candy while I sit down over here?” I asked, pointing my thumb at one of the chairs on the patio.

“Okay,” she said, beaming. “What kind do you want?”

“Surprise me,” I told her, taking a seat.

Bo bounded inside, giving me some time to relax both my mind and my neck. I rubbed it as I gazed across the pool. There were people sprinkled about in every section, but it was still far from crowded. In spite of how warm it was, the sky was still grey. People are daft to be missing out on this, I thought.

Bo came out of the store with a box of cookies. “Awesome!” I said.

“Yeah,” she agreed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Should we go back to our spot?” I asked.

“Okay.” She handed me the change — refusing to relinquish the cookies, though. She held the box in front of her with both hands like a sacred relic.

As we walked back towards the playground, I gathered up all the courage I could muster.

“What did you mean when you asked me earlier if I wanted to do something naughty with you?” I asked quietly.

“I dunno,” Bo said, looking at the ground. “I thought that maybe you wanted to kiss me or something.” She paused; then, so quietly I could barely make it out, she continued, “On the mouth.”

I contemplated for a moment. “And what if I did?” I asked.

“I’d probably let you,” she said. My heart bounced up and down in my chest. I felt dizzy.

“Even though you know it’s naughty,” I clarified, more of a statement than a question. Bo didn’t reply, but I thought that was answer enough.

I put my hand on her arm. She took the cookies into her other hand and held my hand. It felt like we’d made a deal. My breath was trembling.

Instead of making a left around the hedge, I continued straight towards the wooded area of the playground, taking Bo with me. By the edge of the trees there was a storage shed, probably for gardening tools and stuff like that. The tall metal fence confining the pool was just past the shed, effectively creating a small backyard in conjunction with the trees on one side.

We turned the corner, walked a few steps out of sight and sat down next to each other, leaning against the stony shed, still holding hands. We put our cookies and change on the ground next to us. I gathered my thoughts, summoned up my courage.

“Well,” I said, “you read my mind. I really do wanna kiss you. Do you know what that means, though?”

Bo looked at me timidly. “I think I know,” she said.

“Tell me.”

“It means we’re bad. Kissing is something that boys and girls do, not two sisters.”

“Yeah,” I said, “that’s how most people think of it. And that’s what they told us in congregation. But I think they’re wrong.” Bo looked at me skeptically, so I elaborated. “I read up on it, you know. Sometimes, two girls can fall in love. Boys can, too.”

“Are you in love with me?” Bo asked.

All of the blood from my body seemed to rush into my head. I was so scared to tell her, but I decided to go through with it.

“I think I am,” I said.

“I’ve heard about that before. Two boys who love each other are gay, and two girls are lesbians. I know they told us that God doesn’t like that, but it doesn’t make sense to me. I know some girls in my class who say they’ve kissed. I don’t understand why it’s supposed to be bad.”

“Me either.”

“But it’s not just that we’re two girls, we’re sisters too. That’s incest,” she continued.

“I know,” I said, feeling like a monster. I was surprised that Bo was familiar with these words and concepts. “Do you know why people think incest is wrong?” I asked her.

“No.”

“If a boy and a girl from the same family have sex, their kids are often born with disabilities.”

“Really?” she said, looking a little freaked out.

“Yeah. Something about their genes being too similar or something. But we’re two girls. We can’t get each other pregnant to begin with, let alone from kissing,” I explained. In the back of my mind, I already started wondering if things might progress to more than just kissing in the future.

“So us being lesbians is really a blessing in disguise, then,” Bo said straight-faced.

I burst out laughing. Bo just giggled nervously.

“I guess so!” I said, catching my breath, then paused. “Wait. So, do you think you’re a lesbian too, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve never thought about it like that. I just know that I like sleeping next to you, and cuddling with you, and kissing you, and all those sorts of things.” She paused. “Are you a lesbian?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, not feeling as scared anymore. I thought the conversation was going pretty well. We were still holding hands. “I figured it out last year,” I told Bo. “I got a crush on this girl that takes the same train as me in the mornings. Then I realized that I’d always had crushes on girls, I just didn’t notice.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever really had a crush on anyone,” Bo said; then she knitted her brows, looking at the ground in thought. “Or at least I don’t think so.” Another pause. She looked back up at me, looking a little contrite. “I do think I have a crush on you, though.”

My insides melted. “Will you kiss me, then?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Bo gave me a bashful smile, but she was still thinking. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Just you.”

Her smile brightened, lighting up her entire face. “I’m gonna be your first official kiss, then! And you’re gonna be my first official kiss!”

“Yeah,” I said, beaming back at Bo.

“Okay,” she said. “Enough talking, then. Kiss me already.”

My stomach did a somersault inside my belly. Now that things were coming to a head, I felt nauseous.

“Just one more thing,” I told her. Bo just looked at me, so I continued. “It needs to be a secret. Mom and Dad can never know.”

“Duh!” she said. “I’m not stupid, you know.” She gave me a smirk that made her look wicked and naughty to me. My nausea turned into something wilder. “Kiss me, you dork,” Bo repeated softly, grinning.

Head over heels, I thought.

I leaned in and kissed her. I let my lips linger on hers, basking in the moment, in our first “official” kiss, trying to capture the feeling, trying to make a memory, trying to make it last forever. It was sweet and warm and spring-like, and despite all our talk about it being naughty and for lovers only, it was just as sisterly. I looked into her eyes throughout.

“I’m falling into grace with you,” I said as we broke the kiss.

“Oh, it’s a lyric in a song that I was listening to earlier.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said after thinking about it. “We’re not falling from grace, we’re falling into grace.”

“Yeah,” I said and leaned in again, hungry for more.

I let go of her hand. Instead, I softly cupped Bo’s head in my hand as I kissed her. Passionately, I pressed my lips to hers, looking deep into her wide brown eyes. I don’t know who started it, but a moment later, we were gently nibbling on each other’s lips, not just letting them linger in place anymore. Our slightly opened mouths made soft, sweet sounds together that mixed in with the birds chirping around us. My heart felt close to exploding.

Without really breaking the kiss, just in one of the short moments that our lips weren’t touching, I told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Bo said so quietly that her voice broke at the end. She cupped my head in her hand, too, her lips already back on mine. She was enjoying it just as much as me.

We ran our hands through each other’s hair. I didn’t know what I loved more, feeling her soft hair flowing through my hand, or her doing the same to me, gently massaging my scalp. All the while, we were drowning in each other’s eyes. Drowning in the sea of love, I thought, remembering a song lyric from an older decade. I always thought people closed their eyes when they kiss, but I can’t get enough of looking into her, falling into her.

On impulse, I started moving my kisses away from her lips, nuzzling my way up her cheek. Bo sighed blissfully. I was so much in love with her. I showered her temple and forehead with more kisses, making a circle down her other cheek.

“I, love, you, so, much,” I said in between kisses. Bo just giggled beneath my affections, sounding happy as can be.

Before I got back to her lips, I stopped, touching my forehead to hers, taking up eye contact again. Both of us were breathing fast and shallow.

“I think Mom and Dad are gonna miss us,” I said after a while.

“And I think it’s not Mom and Dad you’re scared of,” Bo said matter-of-factly.

Again, I looked at her incredulously. This girl knows me better than I know myself. How is she just eleven?

“One more round,” I said.

“Okay,” she agreed, absent-mindedly licking her lips.

It was different this time. Both of us leaned in, slow and with intent. Our lips barely brushed against each other, but somehow, that made it feel more electric. Bo caught on to it, too.

We pursed our lips again, slowly moving toward each other; we even stopped right before our mouths touched, only going in for the kiss at the last second, hardly making contact. It felt absolutely crazy this way; it was like the physical connection between us was replaced by a strong, immaterial pull, tugging at our hearts, filling them with desire and need. Can you believe how good it feels? Another song lyric from earlier.

We kept going and going like that, teasing ourselves and each other; sometimes, one of us would move in for the final contact and the other one would pull away, smiling playfully, making us start all over again and strengthening the electricity between us. We’d rub the tips of our noses together, giving each other Eskimo kisses in between real ones.

I didn’t know when Bo’s hand had left my head, but it was now resting flatly on my thigh, her pinky just centimeters away from where my swimsuit covered my pussy. My loins were crying out with hunger and lust.

I changed up the rhythm again, pulling Bo’s head in closer, kissing her vigorously. She responded in kind. Our kisses got wild and fast. I felt her squeeze my thigh.

It ended just as suddenly as it had started. We touched our foreheads together again, both of us panting now.

“Wow,” she said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. Catching my breath, I said, “Full disclosure, I don’t think I can take any more right now. I feel like I’m gonna melt into a puddle, or explode or something.”

“That’d be unfortunate. I don’t wanna kiss a puddle,” Bo said. “Sounds gross.”

“Exactly.”

“Full disclosure on my end, too,” she said. “I think I’m gonna want to do this again later.”

“Works fine for me,” I told her.

“One more?”

“One more.”

I closed my eyes this time as I leaned in for one more kiss. Shutting out the visual stimulation intensified all the other sensations. I heard the wind go through the trees above us, birds chirping in them. I smelled Bo, her face in front of me, young and tender and beautiful. I could taste her breath on my tongue as she got closer. And then I felt her lips back on mine, pushing into me as I was pushing into her, clumsily using our bodies in the physical universe to express a feeling that went far beyond it.

I opened my eyes as our lips parted.

“You got another nice song lyric for me?” Bo asked.

“Yeah,” I told her. “Get a load of these.”

This time, I sang it to her instead of just reciting it.

“Three pounds of love inside my skull… a million more lives, it’s never dull. Just a few times spun, spun around the sun… a couple more or less and then we’re done.”

Continue on to Chapter 7