Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Jojo Starr

The next morning, Daria woke up from what felt like the most restful sleep she’d had in months. She sighed as she felt the warm body of her little sister pressed to hers. They were both completely naked, with Daria spooning her sister from behind. Beautiful, lovely sensations spread from Daria’s chest throughout her body as she revelled in this contact. Her breasts against the smooth skin of Miley’s back, Miley’s soft, warm butt nestled into her crotch, the back of Miley’s thighs gently against the tops of hers, her arm around Miley’s waist, feeling her soft breathing.

She remembered the wonderful events of last night and how she had been taken to heights she never knew existed. She remembered cuddling with her sister and feeling connected and completely comfortable with her for the first time in a long time. And, after getting ready for bed, Daria vividly remembered the giddy feeling she got when they agreed to sleep in the same bed together, completely naked. They lay there cuddling, talking about life, about love, and about nothing in general – all of which was incredibly sweet – before fading off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Daria wrapped her arm tighter around her sister, feeling the warm, smooth contact of her sister’s skin against every inch of the front of her body, and simultaneously felt butterflies in her stomach and a twitching between her legs. She pressed her face to the back of Miley’s head and inhaled the lovely fragrance of her sister’s hair, causing her chest to swell.

She loved everything about this girl, every single detail. She was perfect in absolutely every way, including, and especially, the fact that she was her little sister.

Just then Miley began to stir. She gently shifted her body, turning her head back to look at Daria. Daria smiled at her and watched as her little sister beamed radiantly back at her, her smile heartbreakingly gorgeous, and her eyes sparkling and twinkling in the early morning light.

“Hi,” Daria said, her heart swelling so much she felt it would burst.

“Hi,” Miley said sweetly, her voice slightly hoarse with sleep.

They just gazed into each other’s eyes, lost in the beautiful light reflected in their irises, revelling in the warmth of skin against skin.

“My God, you’re gorgeous,” Daria finally breathed.

Miley’s smile grew. “Thanks,” she said shyly, but also clearly flattered. “So are you.”

Daria smiled back and Miley then began to shift her body around so she could fully face her sister. Daria was sad to lose so much of the skin contact, but glad to look upon her sister more directly. The girls made up for the lack of spooning by intertwining their legs together and rubbing their feet against each other gently and playfully.

Daria reached up and brushed a few strands of hair out of her sister’s face, still smiling uncontrollably. “I still can’t believe last night was real,” Daria said, addressing the topic of their intimate union for the first time.

After their dad had given them that scare, they hadn’t explicitly mentioned the actual event, although they did talk about love more broadly for the rest of the night. But now, in the peaceful calm of the Saturday morning light, Daria was burning to talk about it.

“I know,” Miley said smiling, before biting her lip nervously. “I was so scared to talk to you,” she said, referring to the conversation that started all this. “I didn’t know how you’d react – if you’d hate me or what.”

Daria’s brows tensed in sympathy. “I would never hate you, for anything,” she said sincerely. “And I’m glad you came to talk to me. I would have been too terrified to bring it up myself. You have incredible strength, Miley, and I love you so much for that.”

Miley grinned, flattered once again.

Daria then squeezed her eyes shut. “God!” she groaned, exasperated. “I can’t believe you could hear me all those times!”

Miley pursed her lips. She knew that had to be pretty embarrassing for Daria.

Daria replayed everything her sister had told her last night in her mind and winced again with embarrassment.

“How…” she began, wondering how to properly form her question, “…how did you know what my dreams were about?”

Miley bit her lip, stifling back a grin. “You… um… called out my name in your sleep,” she said.

Daria’s eyes popped open wide. “I DID?”

Miley nodded. “A lot, and pretty loudly too, it was, um… pretty hard to misinterpret.”

Daria winced, squeezing her eyes shut and turning about six shades of red.

“Hey,” Miley said, reaching up to rub her sister’s arm. “It’s okay. Really. Obviously I didn’t mind.”

Daria slowly opened her eyes. She had a point. Which raised even more questions. “You didn’t?” Daria asked. “Like… at all?”

“Well…” Miley said, her eyes rolling to the side in thought. “I mean… okay, it was weird at first. I really didn’t know what to think. But I also knew, at some level, that you weren’t conscious. I mean, you were dreaming. So you couldn’t control it.”

Daria nodded. “I had no idea why it was happening,” she said. “And you’re right, I couldn’t control it! They just, like, happened… and I’d wake up and be sweating and in a panic, wondering what the hell had just happened!”

“Yeah, that’s gotta be pretty weird,” Miley admitted.

“I’m actually surprised you were so understanding,” Daria said. “I mean… a lot of people probably wouldn’t be.”

Miley shrugged. “I just knew that had to be pretty hard for you. And the more I thought about it, the more okay I was with it.”

“Wow,” Daria said, looking deep into her sister’s eyes again. “You absolutely amaze me.” She was falling more in love by the second.

Miley grinned. “So what were they like?”

“The dreams?” Daria asked, snapping out of her reverie.

Miley nodded.

“Well… at first, I didn’t know who it was,” Daria said. “They were just more like feelings, I guess. Like really strong, intense feelings that I’d never felt before while I was awake. They were beautiful, really.”

Miley began smiling adoringly as she listened, hanging on every word.

Daria went on, “But there was always someone there… me and this other person, who was causing all these strong feelings in me. And it’s weird because I knew this person was a girl. I mean… I’d never had any feelings for any girl before when I’d been awake. At least… not that I can remember. So I was really confused. I mean, why was a GIRL causing all these wonderful, amazing, beautifully intense feelings in me? I just couldn’t figure it out!”

“When did you know who the girl was?” Miley asked.

“I dunno,” Daria said. “I guess they’d been going on for several weeks by that point. But OMIGOD, when I finally realized who it was… it all came crashing down like a ton of bricks and the feelings got SUPER intense like… like…”

“Like last night?” Miley offered sweetly.

Daria paused, grinning widely and slightly blushing. She’d never talked openly about sex with anyone before and it was still kind of new and awkward. “Yeah,” she said. “Like last night.”

Miley started to put two and two together. “So… when you realized who the person was, the feelings only got MORE intense?”

Daria nodded, still blushing. “I guess you could say that was my first, um… first…” She hesitated, not knowing what word to use that wouldn’t be embarrassing. “My first… climax.”

Miley’s eyes widened. “Wow,” she said, flattered and impressed. “Just… thinking… of me?”

Daria nodded.

Miley just lay there, the look on her face frozen with one part shock, one part flattery, and several parts amazement.

And then Daria remembered something – something deeply intriguing that quickly began burning with a passionate curiosity within her. “But,” she began, “you said you had a dream too… about me.”

Miley blinked, returning to reality. She nodded.

“When was that?” Daria asked.

“Uhm…” Miley said, still trying to shift gears in her head. “It… it was… it was maybe, uhm… maybe a week later,” she said.

Daria’s eyebrows lifted. “Wow, that’s pretty fast.”

“Yeah,” Miley said, blushing slightly. “I guess so.”

“So what was yours like?” Daria asked.

Miley sighed softly, her mind drifting back to her first dream about Daria. “Well it was weird,” she began, “because at first I didn’t know it was a dream. I was… in the bathroom… with you… and you were looking at me.”

Daria raised her eyebrows. “The bathroom? Really? How romantic.”

“Hey!” Miley said in mock anger. “It was a dream, okay?”

“Okay, okay, sorry, sorry,” Daria said, half giggling. “Go on. Please.”

Miley huffed, then continued. “So we were in the BATHROOM… and, like I said, you were looking at me. And it was weird because I could tell you had this look in your eyes. Like you were… I dunno… it’s hard to explain. It was so strong and so powerful, it made me feel… all kinds of things.”

“Like what?” Daria asked.

Miley furrowed her brows in thought. “I dunno… nervousness?” she said. “But more than that. I mean, definitely nervousness, but also… curiosity? And… like being afraid of what that look meant, but also, like… afraid that I secretly liked it. Does that make sense?”

Daria nodded. “Absolutely,” she said.

Miley went on. “I knew… I knew you were about to do something. And it scared me. But it also really excited me. Like, both feelings – fear and excitement – were equally strong, and like, really intense.”

Daria nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I knew…” Miley paused, seemingly unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say. “I knew…” she said again, a blush rising to her cheeks. “I knew… you were going… to kiss me,” she said at last.

Daria felt herself grin. She couldn’t help it. The fact that Miley was blushing was so adorable and it caused a wave of arousal to course through her. “And that made you both afraid and really excited?” she asked.

Miley nodded, still blushing.

Daria pressed a little further. “Afraid because you thought sisters shouldn’t do that, but excited because you kind of wanted to… with me?”

Miley nodded, her blush deepening.

Daria grinned, her arousal growing. “What happened then?” she asked.

“You… uhm… you pulled me over to my bed, and…” Miley paused to take a deep breath. “…And we laid down together… and you were looking into my eyes, and… and I knew what you were going to do… and… and then you leaned forward.”

Daria’s eyebrows raised. “And??” she said.

“And then I woke up,” Miley said, smiling.

Daria’s shoulders slumped and she rolled her eyes in frustration. She was hoping for more. “Still,” she said, grinning slightly, “that’s pretty sexy.”

“Yeah,” Miley said, biting her lip and blushing.

Daria thought it was adorable. She shook her head slowly, still in disbelief. “So… what do you think all of this means?” she wondered aloud.

“I… I don’t know,” Miley said, not entirely convincingly.

Daria suspected Miley was still a little unsure of how to communicate things like this. But Daria had actually given this quite a bit of thought. She wanted to tell Miley exactly what she thought, but she didn’t want to unload it on her all at once. It was pretty heavy, after all, even for her.

But she had to get this out. They had to talk about it, because it was real, and intense, and it meant something. Even as she lay there, thinking about it, she started to get tingles. “It’s gotta mean something,” she said. “And it’s bigger than just dreams. I mean, obviously, we both felt this way somewhere inside.”

Miley looked at her, her eyes big with fascination.

Daria went on. “I mean… I had a dream about you. An erotic dream. Lots of them, really. About my own sister. And when you found out about it, it didn’t even gross you out! It actually caused you to have one about ME!”

Miley nodded in agreement.

“Miley, this means…” Daria went on, getting excited now. “This means that this goes deep. Whatever this is between us, it’s been there a long time. Maybe our whole lives. But we were never able to see it, never able to admit it to each other while we were awake. It only came out in our subconscious, in our sleep. But it’s been there all along!”

Miley nodded, caught up in everything Daria was saying.

“We’ve always had this… this…..” Daria said, trailing off, unable to find the right word.

Miley’s eyes got bigger. “What?” she asked. “This what?”

Daria stopped. Maybe she should take a different approach. “Miley, have you ever thought about a guy… in a way that made you excited?”

Miley rolled her eyes up in thought. “I don’t… think so… not really, anyway.”

“What about a girl?” Daria asked.

Miley balked, her head rearing back. “Umm, nooo,” she said, as if that was obvious.

Daria shot her a look. “I’m a girl.”

Suddenly Miley’s face turned pink. “Oh… yeah,” she said sheepishly. “But it wasn’t like that… with… with anyone else.”

“See?” Daria said. “That’s exactly my point. I never had thoughts about guys like that either. Or any other girls. And the reason is because… of you. And the same thing for you with me.” Now she could see she was confusing Miley again.

“Miley, what I’m saying is… we’re the only ones for each other. I’m the only one for you and you’re the only one for me. We’re meant for each other… in every way two people can be meant for each other! Deep down inside, we’ve always known this. But… it’s weird for sisters to feel this way about each other – at least that’s what we’ve been conditioned to think – so we never let ourselves recognize that. But the feelings were so strong between us that they had to come out! And they did… in our dreams!”

Miley’s face had the shock of recognition and understanding.

“You see?” Daria said. “Miley, this is more than just dreams. It’s more than just attraction. It’s love. It’s a deep and powerful love. I feel it to my absolute core. I love absolutely everything about you.”

As she spoke, she saw Miley’s eyes start to water up and it was causing a lot of emotions to well up in her. But she wasn’t done.

“I love how strong you are. I love how smart you are. I love how dedicated and committed you are to everything you do. I love how kind you are. How you love to listen and learn… I love how creative you are. How compassionate and sweet you are. How you make me happy every day to be alive and be your sister.”

Daria felt her own eyes watering now and was on the verge of sobbing.

“I love your eyes, your beautiful hair… I love your sweet little nose and your perfectly soft lips… I love how you look at me. I love how I feel when I look at you. I love the sound of your voice. I love your absolutely PAINFULLY gorgeous smile… I love…”

Daria paused, getting choked up.

“I love… I love absolutely everything about you,” she said, her voice trembling now as she desperately fought back the urge to cry. “And I am so incredibly grateful… that you’re not disgusted by the fact that I feel these things.”

“Oh, Daria,” Miley mewled, wiping tears from her eyes. “I love you too… everything… I always have!”

Daria, her eyes wet and her lips trembling, leaned forward and placed her lips gently against her sister’s. Miley kissed her back, and that did it. The dam broke and both girls burst into sobs. They broke the kiss and embraced tightly, sobbing into each other’s shoulders.

Daria let it all out, all the pent-up emotions, all the secret longing, all the love… everything. She was holding the girl she loved in her arms, their naked bodies pressed together. It was so sweet, so perfect, such a disarming moment of tenderness and vulnerability, she felt like she could melt into her sister’s arms forever.

She felt Miley’s body sobbing against her own and it only made her cry harder. This was real. It was just as real for Miley as it was for Daria, and that gave Daria such warmth and such strength.

They cried together for several minutes, stopping a few times only to start back up as the emotions came flooding back. It was cathartic. It was beautiful.

Gradually, their sobs faded to deep breaths, interspersed with the occasional trembling inhale. They continued to hold each other, just reveling in the tender warmth of the other girl, skin against skin.

After another minute or so, Daria slowly pulled back to look at her sister. She placed her hand gently on Miley’s cheek, smiling at her.

“I love you so much, Miley,” she said, leaning in to softly press her lips against her sister’s. They sighed into the kiss, which only lasted a few seconds, before Daria pulled back and looked into her sister’s eyes again, smiling.

“I love you too, Daria,” Miley said, echoing her sister’s words. “So much.”

Daria smiled, her heart swelling. As she looked at Miley, she caught a little twinkle in her eyes.

“When I heard you… in your sleep…” Miley said, “…It made me feel like… like I was seeing a side of you I never knew before. And it felt like… like I was beginning to understand you better, like some deep part of you. And it was fascinating and made me want to understand you even more.”

Daria could feel her heart beating faster. Thinking about her sister hearing her in her sleep was embarrassing, but it was also beautiful to think that Miley was interested and wanted to learn more about her.

“And then…” Miley went on. “After I had that dream about you… I felt… I felt so connected to you… in a way I never had before. I felt like I understood the deepest part of who you were and everything you were feeling… because I was feeling it too. It made me love you so so much and it made me absolutely fascinated with everything about you.”

This was beautiful. But Daria’s heart thumped in her chest and she felt a little twinge between her legs at the last thing Miley said. Fascinated… with everything about her. Daria immediately thought of the day she lifted up Miley’s pillow and found her dirty panties under it… the panties she had come in the night before. All of this honest confession about love was refreshing and it made Daria wonder whether she should bring this up this little tidbit as well. She was feeling bold. She couldn’t help it.

“About that…” Daria said with a mischievous little smile.

Miley’s eyebrows went up in curiosity. Clearly she wanted to hear what Daria had to say.

“I, um… I have a little confession to make,” Daria said, feeling only the slightest hint of nerves at bringing this up.

“What is it?” Miley asked, her smile widening in excitement.

“One morning… after you went into the bathroom… I found a pair of my dirty underwear under your pillow,” Daria said.

Miley’s smile instantly vanished and her face turned pale.

Daria realized immediately that this was something Miley hoped she wouldn’t find out about. “It’s okay,” Daria said. “Really.”

Miley was still tense, but she wasn’t frozen in shock anymore. It was just enough relief for Daria to feel like she could go on.

“I mean, I was surprised at first,” Daria said, “because at the time I didn’t realize you had any kind of feelings for me. So I didn’t know what to make of it. But I remembered the night before, waking up and hearing you moving around in your bed.”

“Oh, my God!” Miley groaned, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“No, no, hear me out,” Daria said, attempting to pull her sister’s hands away. “Please.”

Slowly, Miley pulled her hands down.

Daria went on. “And I remember seeing… at least it looked like it in the dark… like you had your head down against the mattress.” Another wince from Miley, but Daria kept going. “And I thought that maybe that’s where my panties were and you were… smelling them.”

“Oh my God!” Miley cried again, covering her face in her hands all over again.

“Miley, it’s okay if you were!” Daria said. “Really!”

Slowly, Miley’s eyes appeared, looking skeptically at Daria.

“It was the first time I realized that you had feelings for me,” Daria said. “I mean… I didn’t think that part of me could ever smell good to ANYone, and it totally flipped everything I ever thought about that… and about you.” A grin started to spread across Daria’s face. “And,” she said, “I actually thought it was… kinda hot.”

Miley’s hands slipped further. “Really?” she asked, still a bit skeptical.

Daria nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Really. I mean… you mentioned being fascinated with every part of me… and, well… if even that part didn’t gross you out… something had to be going on. I mean… you actually seemed to be ENJOYING it!”

Slowly, the corners of Miley’s mouth started to curl upwards.

“I couldn’t get it out of my head,” Daria said. “I mean, there was no other explanation. It hit me pretty hard and it made me realize that we had an even deeper connection than I realized.”

Miley bit her lip, stifling a grin. “I didn’t think you would ever find out,” she said.

“It’s okay,” Daria said. “I did. And I’m glad I did.”

“Really?” Miley asked. “It doesn’t gross you out?”

“Miley, nothing about you could gross me out,” Daria said. “I think it was a way for you to get closer to me. It’s beautiful, really. And… pretty hot.”

Miley was fully grinning now. “Oh my God,” she said. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but…” She stopped.

“What?” Daria said, genuinely curious.

Miley squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them. “You smelled SOOOOOOO good,” she said, her face turning slightly pink.

Daria giggled. She couldn’t help it. “Really?” she asked. “You think so?”

Miley’s eyes rolled back in her head as her eyelids closed. “GOD yes,” she said.

Daria bit her lip, flattered. But this prompted another question. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear Miley say it. “So… what were you doing while you… while you smelled them?” she asked, feeling herself blush slightly.

Miley bit her lip. “Ummmm…” she said, looking adorably evasive. She looked like she could barely believe what she was about to say. “I…. I had my pillow between my legs and I… was kind of grinding my hips against it… and I…. and I smelled them.”

Daria’s heart beat faster just hearing the words, not to mention feeling quite a bit of tingling between her legs. But she played it cool. “Really?” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Did you… did you get off?”

Miley suddenly dropped the nerves and shot her a look. “What do you think?”

Daria laughed. She couldn’t help it. Sometimes she was caught off-guard by how sharp Miley was. “Sorry,” she said. “I guess that was a dumb question.”

“Yeah,” Miley said.

“Still,” Daria said. “Just thinking about it is giving me goosebumps. It’s like, really, really hot.”

Miley grinned. “Really?”

Daria nodded. “I just never thought anyone would think that part of me smells good,” she said, still marveling at the idea.

Just then, Miley gave her a look that sent a jolt of energy through her. Suddenly, she felt Miley’s hand on her side, her thin fingers sliding down, tickling her skin. Daria gasped as Miley’s hand slid down to her belly, then continued even lower to her abdomen, then the top of her pubes. Daria gasped again, and almost on instinct spread her thighs.

She was breathing heavier as she felt her sister’s fingers slide lower still, and when they reached her slick folds, she gasped sharply, her mouth dropping open. She was looking into Miley’s determined eyes, feeling her thin fingers slide down the center of her folds, pressing in gently. She was wet and she knew Miley could feel it. Then the fingers were gone.

Slowly, Miley brought her hand up above the covers and held her glistening middle and index fingers under her nose. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply. It was the hottest thing Daria had ever seen and she felt a terrible aching between her legs.

Then Miley shocked her by opening her mouth and putting her fingers deep inside, closing her lips around them. Daria’s eyes and jaw were wide open.

Slowly, Miley pulled her fingers out of her mouth as she did something with her tongue, and smiled at Daria. “Tastes good too,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

Daria was too shocked to speak. She had just been touched there by her sister, which felt incredible, and then watched as Miley smelled her wet fingers, and then sucked them! She could barely process all of this when Miley spoke again.

“Actually,” Miley said sweetly, “Do you mind if I try some more?”

Daria was dumbfounded, totally thrown off by how unbelievably hot all of this was. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She swallowed, dryly. “O-okay,” she finally managed.

Miley grinned. And then she shocked Daria.

Slowly, Miley began to slide down the mattress, taking the sheets with her, keeping her eyes locked on Daria’s. Daria’s heart began to pound as she realized what this likely meant.

As Miley slid lower and lower, Daria’s mind and body swirled with all kinds of emotions. Was Miley actually going to do what she thought she was going to do? Was Daria ready for this? For what it would feel like? What would it feel like? Oh, God… the butterflies, the nerves, the tingles, her heart thumping heavily in her chest…

And then Miley was level with her crotch. Daria was still on her side, and Miley gently placed a hand on Daria’s hip, rolling her onto her back. Daria’s heart pounded faster as she felt more vulnerable in this position – her entire private region exposed to her sister’s gaze. Still, her legs spread almost instinctively and her heart pounded faster still as she watched her sister settle between them.

Miley was looking at her, her face directly above Daria’s crotch. Even Daria could smell herself. God, it was strong now that the covers were gone. All Daria could think about was how intense the smell must be for Miley right now.

And then, Miley dipped her head down, her nose hovering just above her puffy folds. She was looking right at Daria as she slowly began to inhale, pulling in more and more air by the second. Daria could hardly believe it. Miley wasn’t lying. She really did enjoy it.

Miley then rose up slightly as she looked down at Daria’s sex. Daria was practically trembling. She couldn’t believe she was exposing herself to her sister like this – that Miley was looking at her so closely and with such interest. The modest part of her desperately wanted to cover herself up, feeling like this was something no one should ever see in such close proximity. But it was overpowered by her arousal and by her love for her sister. Miley was curious. She wouldn’t stand in the way of that.

But it was more than curiosity. Daria knew that Miley enjoyed this. She wanted it. And the thought that her little sister was fascinated by – aroused by – this part of her body got Daria so thrillingly hot.

Miley hovered there, causing Daria to wonder what she was actually going to do. Was she just content to smell her? That was fine by Daria. Anything her little sister wanted.

But Daria couldn’t shake the thought that there was something more. She had heard of lesbians. She heard – rumors, anyway – that they used their mouths… down there. The thought was repulsive to Daria – but, of course, that was before all this happened. Now the thought was… Oh, God, it was the dirtiest, naughtiest, and unbelievably hottest thing imaginable. And the fact that her little sister could be entertaining the idea… Oh, God, it practically sent Daria into convulsions at the mere thought.

But she didn’t blame Miley for not wanting to. Hell, Daria wasn’t even sure it was something she would want to do. If Miley didn’t want to, that was… Oh, God, Miley was lowering her head. Oh, God, she was opening her mouth. Oh, God, was she… was she really…?

Daria was breathing in tense, shallow breaths as she watched her little sister’s tongue slide out of her mouth and her eyes meet her own. Every nerve in Daria’s body was on edge. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen.

Then suddenly, soft, wet, warm bliss against the center of her sex, and Daria’s body jerked as everything in her tensed. Miley’s tongue was on her, and then it slid upward. Oh, God. Daria’s hips trembled as she felt the most wonderful, most intensely tickling sensation she’d ever experienced in her life. It was absolutely breathtaking.

Miley pulled her tongue back into her mouth as she smiled at Daria. “How was that?” she asked innocently.

Daria was still trembling. Clearly Miley knew what she was doing to her, the little minx. She tried to think of an answer, but didn’t know if she was capable of speech.

“Ohhhh, my… Ghhhhooooohhhhhddd!”

Miley’s grin widened. And then she went back down.

Daria gasped sharply again as she felt her sister’s tongue on her – more firmly this time. Daria could feel her tongue press against and between her folds and then slide up and along her clit, which sent heavy surges of erotic energy coursing through her entire body. It was incredible. If there was a heaven, it would feel like this, for an eternity.

Daria watched, gasping, as Miley licked her again and again and again. Sometimes Miley would lick up her center, sometimes on the sides. Clearly Miley was trying to cover every inch of her folds with her tongue. And it felt wonderful. Miley even dipped her tongue down to her entrance, sliding the flat part against it, massaging the tight muscles there. Daria gasped. This was a completely different sensation and it caused her hips to jerk a little. But nothing was more heavenly than her sister’s tongue caressing the hard, throbbing nub of her clit, which was positively aching for release.

Daria was loving every single second of this attention, but she seemed to be hovering just below the threshold of climax without actually getting there. It was becoming terribly frustrating, as she’d been hot for quite some time and desperately ached for a release.

Miley’s tongue was heavenly, but she wasn’t providing the right kind of pressure in the right places for Daria to actually get off. Her tongue would sweep over her clit, but it wouldn’t linger there for any length of time, and it was often a light brushing instead of a more focused pressure, which is what had gotten her off so quickly last night with Miley.

Daria understood. Miley was, of course, new to this and couldn’t know what Daria was feeling and where she wanted more attention. She probably thought she was making Daria feel amazing – which she was – just not as much as Daria needed right now. Which Daria actually found sweet and rather adorable. But her ache was getting worse and she was starting to feel a burning urge to climax. Perhaps she could help Miley…

Daria reached down with both hands and placed them gently on either side of Miley’s face. Somehow this simple act alone – holding her sister’s face between her legs with her mouth on her sex – got Daria even hotter and she felt herself actually get closer. Then, when Miley’s tongue reached her clit again, Daria gently pushed her hips up into her sister’s face, crushing her clit against her tongue.

Oh God. This was it. Daria gasped sharply, and when her hips came away, Miley’s face was wet with her fluids. The sight got Daria hotter still.

There was a moment or two of awkwardness with Miley trying to dip her head lower again and Daria gently urging her back up toward her clit, but eventually Miley gave in, perhaps realizing what Daria wanted, and held her head in one place, her tongue out. Daria then, gently holding her sister’s face, was free to move her hips against her sister’s mouth any way she wanted.

Gently, she angled Miley’s face downward slightly and pushed her hips up into her sister’s mouth. Oh God. The jolt that shot through Daria’s body as her clit crushed directly against the flat of Miley’s tongue was breathtaking. After a heavenly exhale, Daria began undulating her hips up against her sister’s mouth, dragging her clit more firmly along Miley’s tongue.

Miley looked up into her eyes again and the sight alone nearly made Daria come. She was close. God, she was so close.

Heavier, and with a little more pressure, she began pushing her hips up again and again against her sister’s open mouth, her breath getting shallower and quicker. She could hear slick, wet sounds coming from the prolonged and heavier contact between her folds and Miley’s tongue, which only got her hotter.

Her urgency was growing and she was pushing her hips harder and more firmly against Miley’s face, dragging her clit heavily along the length of Miley’s soft, slippery tongue, her folds crushing up against Miley’s cheeks, smearing their juices around against her skin. With every thrust, she could see strands of fluid stretching and connecting Miley’s cheeks to her wet, spread folds, which only made her push harder. She was panting and began to move faster still, now bucking and jerking her hips against Miley’s face, the wet sounds louder and wetter, Miley’s face becoming more coated in Daria’s essence.

Suddenly she felt Miley’s hands under her butt cheeks, grabbing them and pushing them up into her face as Miley opened her mouth wider, sealing her lips around Daria’s soft, wet flesh. Miley’s eyes met hers with an urgency and a heat that shocked Daria as Miley began moving her face opposite Daria’s thrusts, creating more and faster friction against her clit.

Daria gasped sharply as her little sister – the girl of her dreams – looked up at her with her mouth glued to her sex and smeared her face around in it. Miley wanted her to come. And she did. Hard.

“HHHHHhhhhhHHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!! HHHHhhhhhhhuuuuuUUUUUNNNNHHHH!! HHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Daria grunted as she burst into orgasm, her hips trembling and shaking firmly against Miley’s face.

Daria’s hands still held her head, gently, as she came against Miley’s mouth, her entire body now convulsing. Through it all she held her sister’s gaze, making it very apparent that Miley was okay with the smell – and taste – of Daria’s sex, and it only caused Daria to convulse heavier into a second powerful orgasm.

Daria ground against her sister’s tongue, dragging out her orgasm as long as she could. But her neck was getting sore from holding her head up for so long and it finally collapsed back against the mattress, her hands slipping from Miley’s face.

Daria looked up at the ceiling, feeling her sister’s wonderful lips and tongue still sealed against her sex, massaging it gently, but her orgasm was subsiding quickly and the wonderful intensity of her orgasm was quickly being replaced by the sharp sensitivity of the nerves in her clit. She gasped, spreading her legs and lowering her hips to the bed, but Miley kept her mouth glued to her, following her down.

“Haah! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Daria cried, gently pressing up on Miley’s head in an attempt to lessen the intense sensitivity.

Miley got the hint and backed off, gasping for air as she raised her head and looked across at Daria.

Daria panted as she felt her entire loins tingle and throb as she came down from her powerful climax.

“Sorry,” she panted, her face strained, looking into her sister’s eyes. “It’s just… so sensitive!”

Miley smiled shyly. “It’s okay,” she said, her face still wet with Daria’s juices. Miley brought her hand up and began wiping the juice off her cheeks.

Daria secretly hated to see that wetness go – she thought Miley looked so sexy covered with her cum. But she didn’t want to come outright and say that. So instead, she just waved her hands toward herself, indicating she wanted Miley closer. “Come here,” she panted.

Miley, only half the juice on her face gone, crawled up Daria’s body, hovering over her on all fours. Daria reached up and pulled her sister down on top of her, their bodies colliding, their breasts pressing together.

Their closeness and bodily contact was once again intoxicating. They were both breathing heavily, and Daria could smell herself strongly on Miley’s breath. Miley seemed self-conscious of this fact and turned her head to the side, bringing her hand up to wipe more wetness from her face. But Daria reached up and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from doing so. Surprised, Miley looked back at Daria, their faces close.

Daria looked deeply into her sister’s eyes, freezing her in place. Quickly, Daria’s eyes scanned down to Miley’s fluid-smeared cheeks and chin, her lips still glistening. Her eyes once again met Miley’s and they shared a single breath before Daria lunged up, kissing her sister squarely on the mouth, spreading her lips across Miley’s.

Miley was clearly shocked as her body tensed for a second or two before finally melting down against Daria’s. Daria’s hands slid up her sister’s back as she kissed her deeper, opening Miley’s mouth with her own and sliding her tongue inside, tasting herself. She spread her lips wider across Miley’s mouth, smearing her lips in her own fluids.

They kissed deeply and hungrily, and it was clear that it was having quite an effect on Miley, as she pressed herself more firmly against Daria’s body. Daria kissed her deeper, spreading her legs to allow Miley’s to fall between them.

As they kissed, Daria noticed that Miley’s body – whether voluntarily or not – began pressing against her again and again, particularly her lower half. It was subtle, but definitely noticeable. She realized that Miley must be pretty hot, as she hadn’t gotten off yet.

Daria spread her legs further and brought her thighs up and back, angling her sex up towards her sister’s. They both gasped when they made contact, breaking the kiss and looking into each other’s eyes.

Daria saw Miley looking down at her, beautiful and hot, with a bit of an uncertain expression, almost as if asking permission if this was okay, given Daria’s sensitivity down there. Daria thought it was perfectly sweet and absolutely adorable. Her heart melted as she nodded. “It’s okay,” she said. “I want you to.”

With that, Miley leaned back down, kissing Daria firmly, and thrust her hips against her, crushing their sexes together.

“Mmph!” they grunted simultaneously.

Daria wrapped her arms around her sister, pulling her tight against her as she pushed her hips back up against her. They began slowly, establishing a rhythm, then quickly began picking up the pace as Daria thrust her hips up over and over, determined to bring her sister to a well-deserved climax.

Their bodies were pressed tight – starting with their lips, then from their breasts on down to their abdomens, their steamy wet slits only separating on the back thrusts. But every time they came together, their wet folds crushing, their fluids mixing, sparks shot through their bodies, urging them on, desperate to prolong the contact, to stimulate themselves further, to once again merge.

Daria absolutely loved this closeness and the intense, firm contact. She was pushing her hips up more firmly as their rhythm became heavier and more urgent. Every couple of thrusts Miley would squeal into her mouth, which she thought was the most adorable, sexiest thing.

Remembering what Miley did last night and how hot it had been, Daria swung her legs over, locking her ankles together just over her sister’s soft, young butt, pulling her down harder with her legs on each thrust. Miley, of course, squealed even louder, and Daria’s arousal surged.

They humped, thrusting together harder and tighter, until their mouths broke contact, gasping for air. Daria pulled her legs down, thrusting her hips up harder, crushing her sex tighter against Miley’s, loving the expression on Miley’s face as she did so.

Daria watched her sister’s face as they humped harder, feeling herself nearly there as Miley’s expression twisted up even more. The contact at their cores was so hot, so wet, so much flesh sliding and crushing and squishing together that Daria felt herself cross the point of no return. She knew she was going to come and she knew it was going to be intense.

Quickly, she reached both hands down and underneath her thighs, gripping her sister’s tightly clenched butt cheeks and pulling them hard and tight against her. Miley gasped, her mouth dropping open, that beautiful expression Daria recognized from last night signaling her orgasm. Daria let herself go, coming hard, squeezing her sister’s butt with her hands and feet, her hips trembling tightly as she watched her sister’s beautiful face as she came.

The girls held eye contact, watching each other come, studying the other’s faces in this moment of pure, passionate ecstasy. It was, again, confirmation that this was real, that they were really doing it, that it was her sister each of them was with, making her feel good, bringing her to the highest levels of pleasure possible, their bodies tightly joined in trembling, wonderful bliss.

They trembled again and again, their bodies shaking, rocking, jerking, and quivering as they rode out what had to be at least three consecutive orgasms. It was absolutely wonderful and everything Daria dreamed it would be.

They panted heavily, their orgasms drawn out as long as possible, and gradually felt the intensity subside. Gasping a few more welcome, wonderful breaths, Daria felt she had been drinking in the sight of her sister’s lovely, extraordinarily gorgeous face for an almost painfully long time. It was too far away, even though it was only a few inches from hers. Miley’s full, soft lips, parted perfectly as she panted, were absolutely begging to be kissed, to be sealed by Daria’s. So they were.

Daria and Miley sighed into the kiss as Daria moved one hand from Miley’s butt to the back of her head, holding their faces together. They kissed passionately, softly, and warmly, communicating to each other through the kiss how wonderful this was, how hot each girl made the other, and how intensely and deeply they loved each other. It was wonderful and by far the most loving and comforting kiss the sisters had shared.

As they kissed, the rest of their bodies gradually went limp in the aftermath of their orgasms, while their kissing became softer, sweeter, and more delicate. Daria could absolutely not get enough of her sister’s sweet young lips. A few moments ago she had thought heaven would be her sister’s tongue between her legs for eternity, but now she could easily believe that heaven could just as well be an eternity of kissing her sister sweetly, their naked bodies embracing, basking in the afterglow of a beautiful orgasm.

When, eventually, their lips did part, Daria looked up at her sister, still amazed by how gorgeous her eyes were. It was those eyes, those beautifully hypnotic eyes, that had caused such powerful feelings within her in all those dreams she’d had. Daria smiled, her heart melting, simply losing herself in those absolutely dreamy eyes.

Miley smiled back at her. There were no words exchanged between them, but no words were necessary. They simply basked in the moment, lost in each other’s eyes, naked bodies pressed wonderfully together.

This moment encapsulated everything Daria loved and desired about her sister. Her warmth, her tenderness, her beauty, and it was not lost on Daria that they had merged in several ways. Emotionally, of course – that needed no explanation – but physically as well. Daria could feel her sister’s sweat against every place their skin was connected, she could taste her sister’s saliva in her mouth (along with the slightly stale musk of her own secretions) and she, of course, was absolutely certain that Miley’s fluids were inside her folds right now, mixing with her own after the intense lovemaking they just experienced.

She wanted to linger on this for a while, appreciating how beautiful it was that they had merged in these ways. She wanted to share this with Miley, but she knew that time would come soon enough. Now it was time to bask in the arms, the gaze, and the physical contact of the girl she loved.

The End