Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassie

It was the smell of coffee that eventually woke Justine to the new day. Like a regular alarm, the sweet smell of Arabica beans roasted and piping hot brought her from the deep slumber she was in. She smiled before she even opened her eyes, stretched out her hand to feel the warm body of her sister under the sheets of the bed, and found nothing but cool linen.

She frowned, squinting her eyes open, wondering if the last few hours were some horrible mixture of perfect dream and perfect torture. Briefly she wondered, Was it worth all that mental anguish; to acknowledge my sister in such a sexual way, only for it to have been a dream?

She sat up in bed and quickly realised that at least some of it had to be true. She wasn’t in the spare room. She recognised Kelly’s bed from both its size and the faint earthy scent her sister had — so similar to Justine’s own, yet subtly different, and utterly intoxicating. But Kelly wasn’t there.

Justine sat up in her sister’s bed, red-gold curls spilling over her shoulders, and pulled up the sheets to cover her nakedness. She listened for the sound of some movement, but could not hear anything.

Looking around the neat, sparsely furnished room, Justine saw a bathrobe hanging on a hook by the door facing her. She got up, dropping the sheets, and padded quietly to the robe, slipping into it and belting it round her waist. She stopped for a moment and held the thick, furry lapels of the robe to her face and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply of that subtly-different scent of her sister.

Justine felt her heart begin to quicken and opened her eyes, determined not to be caught looking so foolish should Kelly re-enter her room.

But why would I look foolish? she thought to herself. Surely after last night, in between and at either side of the intimate cuddles the two sisters shared, along with the soft kiss Kelly had given her this morning, surely there was nothing awkward between them, now that such intimacy had been breached.

Justine opened the door leading out to the landing and the downstairs, suddenly convinced of the reciprocity of her new-found feelings of intimacy and desire for her own sister. It was a wonderful feeling for Justine but, unfortunately, misplaced.

“Hey, you!” Kelly said, looking over her shoulder as Justine walked cautiously into the kitchen. Justine’s new-found sister was standing beside a hob cooker, stirring absently with a wooden spoon at a pot that was bubbling with something. Kelly was dressed in an old college-style athletics t-shirt, with loose flannel shorts and beach-wear flip flops. Beside her, a pot of freshly-ground coffee sat steaming on the sideboard.

Justine smiled and closed her eyes, breathing in the aroma. “The coffee smells great,” she said.

“Woke you up, huh? I suppose that confirms it, then.”

”Confirms it?”

“The fact that we’re sisters. I’m the only other person who can sleep through a hurricane, but wakes up at the smell of fresh coffee!”

Kelly gave Justine a broad smile, but then turned away; concentrating on the bubbling pot. After a moment’s awkward silence, Kelly asked over her shoulder if Justine wanted any scrambled eggs. Justine walked up behind her sister and put her hands on Kelly’s hips. She leaned in to give her sister a little kiss on the neck, but felt Kelly stiffen, as though scared.

“Hey,” Justine said, standing back to disentangle the identical strands of red hair. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Kelly threw another brief smile over her shoulder, then looked away again. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Except these damned eggs! I never seem to get them right!”

“Here,” said Justine, encircling her arm around her sister’s to take hold of the spoon. “You might not be stirring it the right—”

Kelly flinched and dropped the spoon, stepping away from Justine. This time, there was no smile on her lips, nor glitter in her eyes.

“Oh, forget the fucking eggs!” she blurted, looking first at Justine, then at the floor. Justine did not know what to say, and there was a lifetime of unspoken seconds until Kelly spoke next. “I don’t know where the fuck you — maybe you should just… maybe you should…” She shook her head, as though to shake loose some thoughts. “Look, we had a really good day yesterday, but last night, I don’t know what — I don’t understand….”

Justine stepped toward Kelly, holding out her hands. “Hey, look; I’m sorry if coming into your room was a problem. I just got a bit scared in the dark and I thought… you know.”

Kelly sighed, looking down again. She clearly didn’t want a fight, but was uncomfortable too.

An icy hint of fear touched Justine. Had she done something in her sleep? Touched her sister in an uninvited way? Or was it something Kelly had done instead? Something her wide-awake mind couldn’t accept, or didn’t like?

Justine knew that Kelly was feeling fragile enough, coming to terms so quickly with the idea of having a twin sister all of a sudden. That and, perhaps, the renewed intimacy of sharing her bed after her husband’s death must have been too much for her.

Justine made a decision.

“Listen, Kelly, I’m sorry if things didn’t work out so well, or if I said or did anything to offend you, but I never meant to.”

Kelly stood quietly, staring intently at her kitchen floor. Justine waited for some kind of reply, but none came.

“I’ll get my stuff from upstairs,” Justine mumbled. “I need to get back home anyhow.”

She turned and walked back up the stairs to the spare bedroom. Kelly did not say anything.

In the spare room, Justine sat down on the bed and gathered her clothes together; putting on fresh underwear from her bag, but the same outer clothes she wore yesterday. Somehow, on a very small level, she wanted to keep that sense of intimacy of discovery with her sister; even if it was only on the scent of her clothes.

Now dressed, she sat for a few minutes; willing herself not to cry. Eventually, she got up and left the room. As she stepped toward the stairs, she heard the pitter-patter sound of Kelly’s shower being used. She paused for a moment outside her sister’s bedroom door and wondered whether or not she should go in. But cowardice wrapped in common sense made up her mind, and she made her way to the front door instead.

By the door, there was a note, folded into an envelope with Justine’s name written on the front. Justine picked up the note, held it in her hand, then stepped out of Kelly’s house and walked quietly to her car.

She did not read the note until the middle of the next night, but she held the paper so close to her, and fingered the lettering of her name so many times, the ink had started to smudge even before she cried onto it.

When Justine made it back to her home in Brighton, it was getting dark already. She’d stopped a couple of times to admire the rolling Sussex countryside, or take a break from driving. Or that’s what she told herself. Really — deep down — she knew that if she kept driving without a break, and let her maudlin thoughts build up, she’d begin to cry and never stop. She had gone through a spectrum of emotions already — from angry to remorseful to desperate, but always coming back to plain old sadness.

She let herself into her flat and went straight into the kitchen, where she made herself a hot chocolate, toasted two pieces of bread, and grabbed an apple from her neglected fruit bowl. Then she went into her lounge, put on the television and cycled through enough cable channels to make her chocolate cold.

Toast eaten, and no programmes on TV worth watching, she got up and made her way to the computer. She fired up the machine, fully intent on getting some work done — but before she’d even checked her e-mail, Justine logged onto the Sisters in Love site. She needed someone to talk to, someone who could understand, give her some advice, or simply listen to her in a sympathetic way.

There were a few new stories Jan had uploaded since Justine last looked at the site, and one or two testimonials she hadn’t read before, but Justine ignored them for the time being and clicked onto the forum pages to see what was being discussed.

There were a few new entries, including one new string on sisters in non-Hollywood movies who had acted together but, again, nothing to do with Justine’s concerns. So she decided to pen one of her own, hoping that someone would be willing to read and possibly answer it. She titled the entry ‘So near and yet so far; what next?’

Hi. My name’s Justine and I’m pretty new to SIL. I recently discovered that I have a twin sister who I’d been separated from since birth. We met not long ago and there was an instant attraction that I (usually the most straight of women) could not ignore. My sister and I spent some quality time together, and my feelings for her grew.

Very recently, I spent the night with her and we cuddled intimately (nothing more). But in the morning, my twin seemed very upset with me, and all but asked me to leave. I can’t go back to her, and I can’t bear to never see her again. Has anyone ever suffered the same way?

Justine left the entry at that and submitted it. She left the computer to make herself a cup of green tea, then came back in to do some work. But when she sat down at her desk, there was a reply to her SIL entry already. Justine put down her cup and clicked on the reply.

Hey there. That’s quite a pickle, by the sounds of it. I don’t know about your sister, but have you read the testimonial by Magdalene? It might give you a clue what the other side is thinking of.

The reply was from someone called ‘Ranfurly ’ who Justine hadn’t noticed before, but who had seemed to be a member for some time. Taking the advice, Justine put her work on hold and searched the SIL site for this particular testimonial.

She found it — an old one, it seemed — and read about the anguish of a woman who, in her youth, rejected the affections of a half-sister she had previously known nothing about. It seemed this incident took place many years ago, with the woman, Magdalene, having been introduced to her sister by an obscure cousin.

The two young women had got on famously, sharing each other’s sense of humour, mischief, and longing. They spent an entire summer together, almost inseparable, until the half-sister had to go back to her boarding school in a different town.

The night before she was to leave, the half-sister made known her affections toward Magdalene, and attempted to seduce her. Magdalene, in her own words, spoke about how she angrily rejected her half-sister’s affections; how she burned with an anger that told her she had been tricked and betrayed by this perverted woman.

Magdalene never saw her again. A month after their break-up, she heard the news that her half-sister had been killed in a tragic road accident. The last words Magdalene had said to her half-sister had been uttered out of anger and spite, and she spent half of the rest of her life regretting them, and the chance to return her half-sister’s affections.

Justine read and reread the story, trying to take it all in. What was the message there? That Kelly was angry and confused, but loved Justine anyway? That sibling love is doomed by a higher power than mere human want? Justine did not know, and could not think about it anymore.

On impulse, she picked up her phone and dialled Kelly’s number. The answer machine, with Kelly’s bright, sunny voice, spoke out to her, asking Justine to leave a message.

“Kelly? It’s Justine. I just — I just wanted to let you know that I got back okay. I wanted to see if you — if you — Kelly, are you there? Kelly? Please pick up the phone. I really need to talk to you. Kelly? Please?”

Justine put down the phone when she heard the desperation in her own voice. She sat back and cried, not knowing what else to do.

Almost two days later, Justine had nearly gotten back into her own routine. She had moped for some time after her aborted call to Kelly. Had briefly flirted with the ideas of trashing her flat, driving straight back to Ashford to confront her twin sister, going out to a bar and getting rotten drunk, offering to sleep with the first person to take her fancy, eating as much chocolate and ice-cream as she could before being sick, going to her gym and pounding away at the punch bag until her knuckles were bloody. She nearly fell for the last one, but instead, exhausted, went to bed and slept surprisingly well. She did not dream.

The next day, she logged back into her work and toiled feverishly to make up for lost time, taking only short breaks from the computer or phone until late at night. She did the same the next day, a Monday.

Then, in the evening, Justine found herself toying between the decision of cooking some food, or going to the gym. Eventually, needing the air and the need to work out her frustrations, she decided on the gym and got changed into her all-black running kit of Lycra vest and leggings, zip-up hoodie and trainers.

She left her flat and made her way down to the street to start the ten-minute warm-up jog to her gym. Justine closed the flat door behind her and, turning left onto the pavement as she began her run, looked down to zip up her hoodie. It was the looking down that caused her to bump into someone; bouncing off a little and issuing an automatic expletive-laden apology. “Ooh! Fuck; sorry, I—”

“Justine?”

Justine looked up. It was Kelly.

The two women sat in Justine’s apartment on separate sofas, each holding a steaming mug of Justine’s favourite hot chocolate. Justine had made the two mugs exactly the same and knew, even before Kelly had taken her first sip, that her sister would love it as much as she did. She watched as Kelly took a sip of the steaming sweet drink. She licked and smacked her lips at the taste, but said nothing and continued to stare at the mug she held in both hands.

She likes it, Justine thought, even though Kelly had said nothing. She likes it just as much as me. The thought was strangely reaffirming, as though Kelly liking the chocolate was yet more proof the two were meant for each other.

A few more moments passed in awkward silence. Since coming in to Justine’s apartment, Kelly had said very little, and was now sat very upright on the sofa opposite from her sister. Justine had tried to soften the atmosphere with some light talk, and lounged on the other sofa just like she’d done at Kelly’s house, but her sister remained quiet and distant. She was dressed in a knee-length skirt with a dark-green baggy cardigan and flat-heeled moccasin boots. She looked like a primary school teacher.

“I was just going to go out for my run,” Justine said conversationally, glancing down at her own gym threads. “I’ve tried riding a bike but, honestly, round here it’s like riding a death race on most street corners. I mean, jogging isn’t historically the safest sport for a single woman at night, but it’s better than being minced by a lorry driver, right?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“But you have to do something to stay fit, right? And I can’t stand those indoor gym kits. Better to run off the fat, huh?”

“Yeah.”

The pause extended ominously once again. Justine sat up, placing her mug on the coffee table that separated the two of them. She let her voice sound as gentle as possible. “Kelly, why did you come?”

Kelly opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again. She paused, for the barest of moments, then leaned forward to put her own mug down on the coffee table.

“I — I shouldn’t have come. It was wrong to—”

“Hey.”

Justine closed on Kelly as her sister reached out, still speaking as softly as she could. “Don’t leave, Kelly. Not now. Not after you’ve come all this way. Please don’t leave me.”

Kelly looked up, her eyes urgent and terribly frightened. It was as though some ancient and dreadful fear had just stolen over her and she could only allow a glimpse of it to be seen. “But this is a sin, Justine! A sin! It’s not right! I can’t do this, I just can’t.”

“Kelly, of course it’s all right. We’re sisters. Twin sisters; almost the same person. Besides, what’s wrong anyway? I don’t even know what you’re so angry about!” She shouted the last few words; anger spilling out over the concern she’d shown to Kelly moments earlier.

At once, Justine smoothed the hair from her temples and behind her ears; a stress-gesture she’d had since she was a child. She was about to take a deep breath and apologise, but the anger wouldn’t go away, and she found herself stabbing more words at her upset sister.

“I mean, what the fuck’s been happening, Kelly? Neither of us was looking for a twin sister, but we found each other, and — you know — it’s been bloody great, Kelly. Bloody great! I mean, who could have hoped to find someone so special like this? This doesn’t even happen in the fucking movies, does it? Why are you so upset? Why haven’t you wanted to talk to me? I don’t understand!”

Justine realised she had been leaning forward, reaching out to Kelly with her hands as she did so. Kelly was sitting as still as before, but her eyes were wide with shock, fear and incomprehension. An awkward silence settled immediately over the two. As she watched her sister, Justine saw Kelly’s eyes well up and spill tears down her cheek.

“I d-don’t — I can’t…” Kelly sputtered, shaking her head in minute left-right movements. She seemed paralysed — unable to move, but unable to respond either.

Justine stood up and stepped round the coffee table. She sat down and took Kelly’s hands in her own, pulling her sister to face her. Without warning, she felt hot tears leak out onto her own cheeks.

“Kelly, please talk to me. You’ve come to mean so much to me over these last few weeks. I can’t bear to see you so upset. Please!”

“No,” said Kelly, shaking her head but looking deep into Justine’s eyes. “I can’t. You’d hate me. You’d hate me and tell me—”

“Hate you for what, Kelly? What is it? Have you stolen my money? I don’t care about that. Have you murdered someone? We’ve all made mistakes. I’m in PR, for God’s sake! Please talk to me.”

The two women sat quietly, Kelly shaking her head slowly, letting her hands sit limply in her sister’s grip. Justine wouldn’t let go, and something about the woman’s demeanour crept into Kelly’s ‘here-and-now’.

Justine felt Kelly’s fingers close on hers. She watched as Kelly shut her eyes and sighed, resigning herself to the demons that were tormenting her.

“It was the night you stayed,” she said; her voice surprisingly calm and quiet. When you came into my room and stayed with me.” There was a pause, but this time, Justine didn’t push for a response. After another deep breath, Kelly continued. “We’d had such a good day, Justine. It was, like you said, a perfect day. Perfect from beginning to end. I felt we’d connected so much, Justine. It was brilliant. Even the little things you did, I thought were just like mine, or just the right things to do. I dunno. I can’t explain it very well. Was never any good with words.”

Justine sat through another silence, holding onto her sister’s hand.

“I kept getting these thoughts, Justine,” Kelly said. “I kept having them all the time, but I didn’t want to think about them, ‘cos they were wrong. But when you came in, and got into bed, I kept having them again and again. It’s like they took me over, Justine. And while you slept, I couldn’t stop it, Justine. I couldn’t stop it!”

“Stop what, Kelly?” Justine’s heart was thumping with what she wanted her sister to say, but feared anything except it.

“At first, you were sleeping badly, turning your head and moaning. But then I started to stroke your hair, and face, and shoulders, and you calmed down. But then I couldn’t stop and them thoughts kept coming back, Justine. I kept on stroking you. Your skin was so warm and soft, and you looked so beautiful. I ain’t never seen a woman as beautiful as you, and so I kept on touching you until I fell asleep.”

She paused, swallowed, then spoke again. “It was wicked thoughts, Justine. Not proper for a woman, and not for a sister neither.”

Justine sat stunned for the briefest of moments, then pulled her sister into a sobbing embrace, her heart singing with what she’d heard Kelly say.

“I couldn’t say nothing about it, and I couldn’t bear to see you,” Kelly said, crying into her sister’s identical curly red hair. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you either, and couldn’t bear not to see you again. I’ve missed you, Justine, and that’s God’s truth, even if we only just met.”

“I know, Kelly. I know. It’s like that for me, too. I’ve been thinking about you all the time, worried I hurt you, or offended you or something.”

The two women cried into each other’s shoulders and embraced for a long moment, until Justine finally pulled away and smoothed the tears from her eyes.

“I’d b-better finish my chocolate,” said Kelly, snuffling.

“It’s cold now,” Justine replied.

“Yeah, but it weren’t half nice!” Kelly said, chuckling through her recent tears.

Justine stood up, still clinging onto Kelly’s hands. “Come on. There’s something I want to show you.”

She led Kelly over to the computer and fired up the Internet browser. She pulled over a small coffee table and sat on that, giving Kelly the comfy computer chair to sit on.

Kelly sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, while Justine navigated through a few websites to get to the one she wanted. She heard Kelly murmur the question “Sisters in Love?” and looked across, seeing the frown stamped on her sister’s pretty forehead. Justine smiled, reaching across to close her hand over her sister’s.

“Don’t worry, Kelly. This is a really good website. It’s helped me a lot.”

Kelly, still frowning, looked from the computer to Justine and back again.

“Is this a kind of women’s porn site?” she said, noticing the banner ads for other sites. Justine shook her head.

“No. Not really. I mean, it’s an erotic site, but it’s not simply meant for porn. It’s meant for so much more than that.”

Over the next ten minutes, Justine went on to describe her short holiday — omitting her liaison with the mysterious and sexy Rosa, but telling her sister all about the meeting with Jan, and her introduction to Sisters in Love. She punctuated this with various pages from the SiL website; stopping to tell Kelly what each was for.

“Even when I first started reading people’s stories on this site, I still didn’t really know what it meant for me, or what I should read into it,” she told Kelly. “But the more I learned about other people’s experiences, the more I realised that I could feel like this too, that I wasn’t a freak or a monster. Just someone who had found their sister, and who needed to be with her.”

“But are all these people real?” Kelly asked. “Isn’t this just some place for people to make up stories and share all these kinds of — of — of  sex fantasies?”

Justine stood, still holding onto her sister‘s hand. She looked down at Kelly and shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe some of the stories aren’t real. Maybe some of the people who use this site aren’t who they say they are. But Jan is. She’s flesh and blood and she’s a more real person than I could ever be. But that doesn’t matter anyway. Jan could be a made-up person and it wouldn’t matter. I don’t need other people to feel what I feel when I’m with you. I don’t need to understand every emotion I’ve got, or justify it to anyone either. I just need to accept it and go with it.”

She tugged Kelly until her sister was standing up in front of her. Justine let her eyes roam briefly around her sister’s face; the almost-identical green eyes arched with fine, light-red eyebrows; the high cheekbones and straight jaw line, framed by hanging curls of golden-red hair.

“All I need to know is that you’re here with me, here right now. And that right now, you feel just as I do, no matter what the rule book says.” Justine straightened her legs so she was standing square in front of her sister. “Kelly, why did you come here?”

A brief, pained expression crossed her sister’s face, and Kelly shrugged. “I — I — I don’t know,” she stammered. “I came ‘cos I, well, I don’t know. I just had to.”

“Yes, yes! Because it felt right. Because it is right. Everything that’s happened between us has been right, Kelly — everything. Every time we’ve spoken to each other, looked at each other, touched each other. Everything has been right, because there’s something special between us. Something that doesn’t happen to a million other people. Might only ever happen between sisters like us.”

Kelly shook her head slowly, looking down. “It’s not right, Justine. It’s not—”

Justine let go of one of Kelly’s hands and used her forefinger to lift her sister’s chin. “You’re the most wonderful, beautiful, electrifying person I’ve ever met,” she said. Kelly looked up and their eyes locked.

Suddenly, the room and everything around them faded into the background. The two women gazed into each other’s green eyes and neither dared to be the first to look away. Each sister was as captivated as the other. Justine smiled softly, drowning in her sister‘s almost-identical features.

“I can’t bear not to be with you,” she said, closing her eyes and letting the vision of her sister‘s face imprint itself onto her eyelids. She wanted to hold that image for a hundred years and never change it. She took her sister‘s hands and laced her fingers between Kelly‘s. “And when I’m with you, I can’t bear not to be with you completely.”

Keeping her eyes shut, that last image of her sister still burned fresh onto her mind, she leaned forward slowly, tilting her head minutely to the right. She felt it on her breath first: the closeness to Kelly’s face. She felt the warmth of her sister’s lips caress her own a mere fraction of a second and ten million heartbeats later.

The two sisters met each other’s kiss with the softest of touches, a physical whisper of extraordinary gentleness more powerful than anything either woman had experienced before.

Justine opened her eyes and saw the closeness of Kelly’s face, felt the heat from her sister’s skin reach her own.

“Justine, we shouldn’t—”

“Shhh. We should. We so should.”

And then it was Kelly’s turn to lean forward, hungry for her sister’s lips. She felt the soft moistness of Justine’s mouth as the two sisters let their tongues intertwine and explore. For each it was a moment of electric eroticism, coupled with an incredible sense of release, of giving in at last to the desires that had so consumed them since they last spent time together.

It was a moment of pure and utter devotion. And as the kiss extended and grew in passion, so the rest followed.

The sisters let go of each other’s hands and Justine felt Kelly’s arms reach over her shoulder and drape over her neck, pulling her closer so that their shoulders and breasts pressed together. For her part, Justine let her hands reach forward and touch her sister’s body, smoothing over her ribs and around to the small of her back, pulling her so that their bellies and thighs pressed together with equal ardour.

Justine felt dizzy as her sister kissed her harder, passion spilling over as though trying to catch up for lost years and lost intimacy. Kelly’s hands were at once pressing against the space between her shoulder blades, then threading their way through the hair at the back of her head, then caressing the soft skin at the nape of her neck. The smell and taste of her sister was filling all of Justine’s senses, the most powerful aphrodisiac she had ever known. Justine, all at once, wanted to sigh and fall asleep in her sister’s arms, to kiss and hold her until they dropped, and to make love to every inch of her all in one go. The feel of her sister’s soft gyration beneath Justine’s hands, and the crush of her breasts against Justine’s own were turning her on more than any man or woman had ever done before.

It was as though this intimacy with Kelly was the key to her arousal, a key that she’d been looking for all her life and had only just found. Justine had no doubt that Kelly felt almost exactly the same way herself.

They broke off their kiss in unison and buried their faces in the cleft between each other’s neck and shoulder. Justine breathed in deeply of her sister’s scent — the sweet smell of the shampoo she used, coupled with the more earthy, almost-identical scent of her skin.

“Stay with me,” she breathed, not daring to open her eyes. “Stay with me tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Kelly whispered back; her voice close and war to Justine’s ear. Justine smiled.

“What we’re doing…?” Kelly continued, dropping a question mark into the last word.

Justine pressed both hands against Kelly’s back, squeezing her tightly. “Shhh,” she said, drawing back to look her sister in the eye. “Don’t think it. Don’t say anything.”

Releasing Kelly from her embrace, Justine reached forward with her hands and, very slowly, started to untie the knot on the front of Kelly’s cardigan. All the while, their shared gaze remained unbroken.

When the knot was undone, Kelly shrugged the garment off her shoulders until they were bare. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, but Justine stopped her.

“No. Let me.”

She reached round to Kelly’s back and released the catch on her bra. Tracing her fingers back up to Kelly’s shoulders, Justine smoothed the bra straps over her sister’s arms, then ran her fingers down Kelly’s chest, letting her fingertips graze the already-hard nipples, now released from their confinement. Kelly sighed as her sister touched her, and this gave Justine more confidence. She dropped her hands to the waistband of Kelly’s skirt and groped for the clasp.

Kelly closed her eyes and smiled. “It’s at the back.”

With a nervous laugh, Justine found the clasp and undid it, hooking her thumbs under the fabric to drag it free of her sister’s hips and legs. It fell to the floor and Kelly stepped out of the skirt, clad now only in her boots and knickers. Justine resisted the urge to stare at her sister’s slender body with unashamed longing, but took a side-step, extending her hand.

“Come on,” she said.

“Wait one,” Kelly replied, raising each leg in turn to unzip her boots and take them off her feet. She stepped free and took her sister’s hand, now barefoot.

Justine felt Kelly’s fingers interlace with her own and she made her way slowly through the lounge, leading her sister down the hallway and to her bedroom. Her heart was beating fast, but she felt a certain calmness, the inevitability of joy as she knew what was coming next. She turned on the low-lights to her bedroom — eight carefully positioned bulbs designed to make the room look as if it were lit by candles.

Justine drew Kelly to the bed and went to sit down, but Kelly tugged her back.

“My turn.”

Kelly sat on the edge of the bed and drew Justine toward her. She pulled at the zip of Justine’s jogging top and, when it was undone, threw it to the floor once Justine had shrugged it off. Underneath it was the cropped sports top Justine was wearing, and Kelly tentatively let her fingers play over her sister’s taut stomach. Justine gave a short moan of pleasure, then squirmed when the tickling became too much. At that, Kelly leaned forward and planted a kiss below Justine’s belly button, breathing in deeply of her sister’s body scent.

As Kelly fumbled with the waistband of her jogging trousers, Justine pulled the gym top over her head, then kicked the trainers off her feet so Kelly could tug her pants down and off. Kelly rose to stand in front of her sister and, looking down, slid a finger under the strong elastic of Justine’s sports bra.

When she lifted the taut garment, Justine’s breasts bounced free. Kelly helped remove the bra and, after she’d tossed it to the floor with the rest of Justine’s clothes, the two sisters closed the small gap between each other’s bodies and embraced, skin to skin. They kissed again; kissed for a long time as they let their bodies drink in the sensation of each other’s bare skin.

Then Kelly broke off, a note of concern in her voice. “I ain’t ever been with a woman,” she said.

Justine smiled. “I have.”

“Was it — was it good?”

Justine smiled again, this time ruefully. “I don’t know. I was so drunk I couldn’t remember.”

The sisters shared a giggle, then Justine smoothed her hands down Kelly’s slim back and over the twin curves of her buttocks, still covered by her white cotton underwear. “Still want to do this?” she asked, as though she needed affirmation for this last taboo.

Kelly nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I really do.”

Justine hooked her thumbs in the elastic of Kelly’s panties and drew them down. Following the lead of her hands, she lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of Kelly, eye level with her sister’s belly button. She slid Kelly’s panties down to her ankles and then caressed her sister’s hips and thighs as Kelly stepped free, totally naked.

Justine looked up, up across the landscape of her sister’s body and into Kelly’s eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, meaning every word.

“All of me?” Kelly said, letting her fingers comb through Justine’s long red hair.

Justine nodded. “All of you.”

She looked down to the jagged scar across the side of Kelly’s perfectly smooth pubis. She traced a fingertip gently across its seam, feeling Kelly shiver at the touch, then she lowered herself further until she was close enough to kiss it.

Justine closed her eyes and breathed in the heavy, earthy scent of her sister’s mons. And when her lips touched Kelly’s skin, it was as if a jolt of electricity ran from one body to the other. Justine felt the soft skin under her lips as she closed kiss after kiss against the scar next to her twin sister’s pussy. With each tiny smacking noise, with each moistening of the skin, she grew more and more passionate, her heart beating faster and harder. She also felt the inescapable tickling and warmth between her own legs.

Kelly moaned softly, rocking slightly as Justine teased and kissed her pubis. “Oh Justine. Oh, God. Yes. Yes, it feels so good.”

Her fingers wound through Justine’ hair — tentatively at first then, with each new kiss, holding on with greater strength. She gently guided her sister’s face, drawing Justine’s lips towards her clitoris. “Lick me there, oh God please lick me there…”

Justine responded and, when the first flick of her tongue stroked the already-hardened bud, Kelly felt a shiver run down her right thigh. Justine remained on her knees, face angled upward to make love to Kelly with her mouth. She steadied her hands on her twin’s buttocks, pressing and kneading them as she tongued the juicy flesh with more and more vigour.

After a few moments, Kelly could not control the shaking in her legs and gave way to gravity’s pull, slowly falling backwards onto the bed. Justine climbed up to meet her sister face to face, and the two immediately sought each other’s mouths, each hungry for the kiss of the other.

Kelly tasted herself on Justine’s tongue, and this only turned her on even more. Her clitoris screamed for more attention, so she held on tightly to her sister as Justine wedged a leg between hers.

The two sisters began to rub their pussies against each other’s thighs. Kelly felt the heat of Justine beneath the fabric of her sister’s panties, and that only made the moment more erotic. They dry-fucked each other for some time, revelling in the heat and closeness of each other’s bodies.

Kelly could still taste herself from Justine’s kiss, but she wanted more — she wanted to taste Justine herself, the first and only woman she would ever make love to.

“Lie back,” she breathed into Justine’s ear. “Lie back, sis.”

Justine knelt up, away from the bed, keeping Kelly’s right leg between hers, taking hold of the warm thigh with both hands and firmly pressing it against her vulva. She ground herself against it, staring into Kelly’s beautiful green eyes as she did so.

“Do you want me?” she said, desperate to rip off those sodden knickers and feel her sister’s bare skin against her pussy.

Kelly, with nothing to hold onto, had clamped her hands onto her chest, kneading and squeezing her small breasts with a roughness she knew she enjoyed. “Oh — oh, so much!” she cried, knowing she meant it.

She had never wanted a woman before. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Justine. More than that, Kelly knew that she could never have imagined wanting someone so much. She craved Justine in every way possible — in every kind of love two women could share, in every act and conversation of her life, in everything. She wanted her sister wholly, selfishly and without guilt. “Lie down, lie down,” she repeated.

Justine eventually fell back onto the sheets, grinning. “God, I’m so horny!” she said.

Kelly, giving herself up to desire, felt no reluctance in what she was doing now, no inhibition. She had nothing to rebel against anymore, just her heart’s desire lying before her on the bed.

She knelt up, remembering only at the last moment that she was still wearing a hair scrunchie on her wrist. Tugging it off, she roughly tied her unruly hair into a ponytail. Then, sliding her body over her sister’s and lowering herself between Justine’s legs, she began to kiss Justine from the neck down. She took her time despite the urgency of her desire, wanting to savour every moment her lips touched Justine’s skin, every tiny pore of sweat and scent from her twin sister’s body.

Kelly was aware that Justine had reached down with her right hand to masturbate. She longed to replace her sister’s fingers with her own, but concentrated instead on there here and now — kissing the tiny depression south of the collarbone, trailing a path with the tip of her tongue toward the curves of her sister’s tight, small breasts.

Justine moaned at her sister’s touch, heart beating wildly. Her nipples were bullet-hard, achingly sensitive under Kelly’s lips as the Ashford girl alternated from the right breast to the left, then back again.

Gripping Justine’s rib cage with gentle but urgent fingers, Kelly slid further and further down, tracing a line of kisses over Justine’s impossibly taut and toned stomach. When she reached her sister’s pubis, Kelly stopped, her chin grazing against the lace elastic of Justine’s panties. Keeping her head low, she brought her hands down and tugged at the waistband. Justine responded by raising her hips, allowing Kelly to tug them even further. Justine brought her legs up and drew them together, bending at the knee to slip the panties over her ankles and off. Then she lowered her legs back down to the bed to frame her twin sister’s beautiful face.

Kelly, resuming her position between Justine’s thighs, marvelled at the short, tight, golden curls of her lover’s vulva, so neatly trimmed. The sight and nearness of another woman’s pussy shifted Kelly’s sex drive into an even higher gear.

She pressed her lips against the soft fur, breathing deeply of the heady, earthy scent of Justine’s femininity. To each side of her face, Kelly turned and kissed, loving the tender sweetness of Justine’s inner thighs.

And then, with infinite slowness, she lowered her head to the perfect slit that lay nestled beneath that golden fur, reached out with her tongue and drew it slowly upwards over Justine’s clitoris. The taste was sweet and earthy, utterly sexual and unlike anything she could have imagined. She lowered her head and did it again, and again, each time adding in something different — a kiss to the hardened bud as she drew upwards, a double kiss to either side of the engorged slit.

Kelly felt her sister shiver under her lovemaking, then Justine’s hands were writhing into her hair, pulling and ragging at the rough order the ponytail had given her. Justine was moaning, whispering incoherent words, bucking her hips up against Kelly every time her sister’s lips and tongue made contact.

“Oh Kelly, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Justine cried, feeling a rising wave of eroticism building from the lower pit of her tummy. “Oh God, don’t stop!”

Her sister reacted with renewed vigour; licking and sucking at Justine’s pussy as though she would never be able to get enough. Kelly used her hands to spread the lips of her sister’s slit, opening the engorged pink flesh to further attention. And when she slipped one, then two fingers into Justine’s vaginal cleft, it seemed the most natural thing on earth.

For Justine, the feeling of Kelly’s fingers inside her brought the wave of eroticism to a roaring crash. She felt the orgasm rip through her body, sensitising every pore, every hair, every tiny millimetre of her skin as though she’d been electrified from within.

She gripped Kelly’s face with both hands, torn between the desire for more of her sister’s lovemaking and the need to catch her breath after being battered senseless by pleasure.

Kelly forced the compromise when, sensing she’d done enough for now, she crawled up Justine’s trembling body and laid on top of her, covering her sister’s mouth with her own to share the wet desire of Justine’s pussy — just as they had done moments ago with the roles reversed.

Justine’s hands cupped Kelly’s face between them, framing her beauty as the two women kissed.

“Oh, my sister,” whispered Kelly, breathing between kisses. “You make me feel so alive.”

Continue on to Chapter 6