Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Rosey M

June 22, 2006 – Rhonda

Thank Jesus for that! 

I collapsed in a heap on the living room couch. If I never had to do math again, it’d be too soon. I didn’t think I did too badly on my finals, but who cared if I did!? Not this girl, no sirree! I just had to pick up my report card next week, then I was home free for the summer!

The last few weeks had been so weird. Mom was hovering around us like a hawk. True to her word, she cut back on her drinking, but she was cranky and hard to be around. That she kept forcing me along on her dumb ‘girls’ days’ was just the icing on a very sad, very soggy cake.

I used to love visits to the mall, but the only thing my mom wanted was to go to one clothing store after another. I’m not even that into clothes! And whenever I wanted to go into a bookstore, Mom got totally impatient and wanted to leave before five minutes had passed.

It was either that, or sit around with her at home watching dumb sitcoms on TV for hours on end with a tub of crappy microwave popcorn between us. It was nothing like being around Ashley, even without factoring in our new relationship.

And that was another thing! Since Mom was hanging around me so much, it was really cutting into my alone time with my girlfriend. My girlfriend! It still made me giddy to think of Ashley that way! My relationship with her was amazing, like I always knew it would be. We spent as much time together as we could, but our pace had become practically glacial compared to what it had been when we first became a couple. All I wanted was to jump into bed with her at every opportunity,  but we were reduced to sneaking kisses and cuddles when Mom wasn’t at home.

When Mom was around, Ashley usually made herself scarce because things were still awkward between them. Ashley said she constantly felt like she was being watched, but that was ridiculous. Mom didn’t care what Ashley did, so why would she bother to spy on her?

Ashley said we had to take things slowly. She didn’t want me sneaking into her room at night ‘cause she said she wouldn’t be able to control herself. Like that was a problem!? We spent most of our time in the living room, bunched together on the couch, the TV running in the background while we shared passionate kisses.

Yet any time we got excited and started touching each other more intimately, Ashley would stop and just freeze, like she was scared of something. Getting caught, probably. It was really hard for things to progress like I wanted them to. Much as I loved the kisses and caresses, I was eager to go further. I wanted my sister to get naked with me, then we could do all the things girls do when they’re in love.

Mom started coming home earlier from work, and she’d always glare at us suspiciously for a moment after she got in. Then she’d go about her business, leaving Ashley to untangle herself from me and get ready for her own job.

Luckily, everything was about to change now that school was almost out. Mom worked during the day, and Ashley usually worked in the evening, so we’d have more time to be alone together. I’d finally be able to really take our relationship to the next level!

I felt bad for Ashley, though. I was lucky enough that I got to go home around noon when my math final was finished. But she had to sit through one exam in the morning, and then another that same afternoon. It was the last exam she’d ever have to take for high school, but that was probably small comfort. She’d been so stressed lately. I was looking forward to helping her relax when she got home, especially now that things seemed to have gone back to normal with Mom.

Earlier in the week, I’d been kissing Ashley on the couch, and I wanted to try out something she occasionally did to me. I usually let her take the lead on when we started using tongues when we kissed, but we were being slow and gentle, and I just wanted more.

After we let up for a moment so I could catch my breath, I kissed her again, letting my tongue slide along her lips until she let me in. As I practiced caressing the inside of her mouth, she let out a low moan, closing her eyes in bliss. I could physically feel a shift in her, and when she opened her eyes again she had that look, the one that makes me feel warm and tingly all over.

The next thing I knew, Ashley was on top of me, and we were kissing just as passionately as we did on the night she caught me touching myself. Her kisses were rough, her tongue overpowering and forcing mine to yield. She ran her hand through my hair, then bunched it up in her fist.

I jumped a little when her other hand snaked beneath me to cup my butt, gathering me tightly against her. I worked the fabric of the couch between my hands as she began grinding herself back and forth, murmuring proclamations of love with each breath.

I’d missed this so much! This was how we’d been before Mom got all weird. I barely had time to register the thought before Ashley let go of my hair, then grabbed one of my hands, guiding it under her shirt until my fingers were brushing against her breasts. Oh my God!

Her eyes had a glazed cast to them, and she seemed to be approaching her zenith. But it all shattered in an instant as we heard the clink of keys against the front door. Ashley broke from her trance, muttering a curse, then launched herself to the other end of the couch, hastily rearranging her clothes.

I reacted almost as quickly, pulling myself into a sitting position as I tried to breathe normally and pretend my heart wasn’t about to burst out of my chest. My body thrummed with arousal, my lips tingling with a pleasant ache.

The front door opened and closed, and we could hear Mom kick off her shoes. She appeared in the doorway and studied us for a long, uncomfortable moment, taking in our disheveled appearance. The tension between us was palpable and, quailing under her glare, I found myself close to tears.

Finally, I broached the silence. “Hi, Mommy. Is everything okay?”

Mom closed her eyes tightly, then shook her head, like she was trying to will some thought away, A moment later she disappeared from sight. Thankfully, she sequestered herself in her room for the remainder of the evening, and Ashley eventually calmed down enough to help me fix dinner.

Our mom woke up the next day with a massive hangover. It was the beginning of a return to her old ways. She started going out drinking again, and I was back to being barely acknowledged. In many ways, I considered it a blessing – No more ‘girls days’, no more awkward silences while we sat in the living room watching TV.

On the other hand, Ashley had been acting oddly, her paranoia worse than ever. Between her work, and cramming for exams, I’d barely gotten a peck on the lips from her in what felt like weeks. She kept insisting that we needed to be more careful; that we couldn’t risk getting caught.

Ugh! I couldn’t see what the problem was. Mom was back to normal (well, normal for her), and me and Ashley had more time to be together at last. Hopefully, I could get her to relax a bit before she went back to work later.

***

“Hey, Ashley? What ever happened with that graphic design thing? You never brought it up again after you applied for it.”

Ashley squirmed uncomfortably beside me on her bed. She was exhausted after getting back from her last exam, but seemed to be in good spirits. There was more tension when our mom got home from work, but I considered it a small victory when Ashley didn’t fight me too hard after I suggested we hang out in her room.

“Well, I was accepted, actually,” Ashley replied. “But I think I might want a bit more time before I go throwing myself into more schooling. I’m gonna apply again next year, but for now I’m just gonna focus on working and saving up some money. I’m looking for another job, and I’ve opened up my availability at work so I can get more hours in the meantime.”

I was a little sad at the thought of her working more often, but I could understand her wanting to earn as much as she could. “Oh? Where do you think you’d want to work?”

Ashley hummed in contemplation. “Well, maybe a job at a craft store, or anything related to art would be nice. I’m not too picky, as long as it isn’t fast food or something.”

“You’ll be amazing at anything you do, Ashley! Do you think I could get a job, too?”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Rhonda. You’re like, ten. I don’t think they send kids down the mine shafts anymore. Just spend the summer having fun.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And maybe spare a minute or two for your girlfriend if you can, huh?”

It was so nice to see Ashley acting normal again. Maybe it was just the stress of school causing her to act so distant. “I’ll always have time for you, Ashley. I love you so much. Um… is everything okay now? We haven’t been doing much lately.”

A sigh escaped Ashley’s lips as she pressed her forehead to mine. “I’m sorry, Rhonda. With everything going on, I’ve just been so stressed and worried about things going badly. Mom was hanging out with you so much, and it seemed like she was doing everything she could to keep us apart. I hated not being able to spend more time with you, but it seems like it’s going to be okay now.”

I also got the feeling that Mom was trying to stop us from being alone together, but for whatever reason, she’d given up. “So… does that mean we can start doing things again?”

Ashley pulled her face away, nibbling at her lower lip. I saw her eyes dart to the door, then back to me again. She took a deep breath to steady herself. “Go lock the door, Rhonda.”

I didn’t have to be told twice! I bounced off the bed and turned the latch before returning to Ashley’s side.

She buried her hands in my hair and pulled me close, her lips seeking mine. It felt so good to kiss my sister like this again without worrying about Mom barging in and interrupting us. I loved how it felt to have her body against me; especially her soft breasts.

Eventually I broke free. “Um, Ashley?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I… you know… touch your boobs?”

Ashley snorted laughter, leaving me flushing in embarrassment. But even as I hastily backpedaled, stammering out an apology for my strange request, she was giving her assent. “Sure. Finally taking me up on my offer after all this time, huh?”

I watched in amazement as Ashley pulled up her shirt to expose her breasts, which were partially concealed by a well-worn bra. She guided my hand towards them until I was cupping one. I couldn’t get over how nice it felt.

Ashley sighed in pleasure as I used both hands to fondle her, then tilted her head to whisper in my ear, her breath warm and husky. “It’ll feel nicer if you lift up my bra.”

By then, I was feeling so horny I had to rub my thighs together, but I did as Ashley directed, tugging the cups of her bra up until her breasts spilled free.

She was right, of course – they did feel better without the fabric in the way. I wrapped my fingers around the soft warm flesh, groping and squeezing. Ashley grasped handfuls of my hair, moaning as my touches grew bolder.

Her rapidly hardening nipples piqued my interest, so I brushed my thumb along one of them. Ashley gasped in pleasure, a hand over her mouth to muffle any noise she might make.

Spurred on by how good I was making her feel, I tried rolling her nipples between my fingers, prompting a delighted groan from Ashley. On pure instinct, I leaned across and took one between my lips.

The fingers in my hair tightened. “Fuck, Rhonda!”

Something slamming against the door made us jump, and Ashley hastily pulled her bra and shirt back down. We stared at one another in wide-eyed fear as we listened to pounding footsteps move down the hallway. A moment later the front door slammed loudly.

The moment was gone. We continued to huddle together on Ashley’s bed, but didn’t do anything beyond a parting kiss before I went back to my own room.

***

July 1, 2006 – Rhonda

Mom was awful that whole week. Every time I was around her, she took the opportunity to knock me down a peg. I was ‘sloppy and lazy’, I ‘burned the food’, I ‘can’t clean worth a damn’, I’m ‘an idiot’. You name it; I wasn’t good enough at it.

I gave her my report card, and even though I did well in most of my subjects, all she cared about was how my social studies grade was below average. Not enough to fail, but enough to be an outlier in comparison. I couldn’t help it – that class was so, so boring! But, oh! To her, I was dumb as a rock because of that one crappy grade.

I got so frustrated at her dressing me down that I quizzed her to name five bodies of water nearby, something I could do. She smacked me upside the head for talking back.

I didn’t tell Ashley what happened, because I knew how angry she’d get. Mom always gave me the worst of it when my sister wasn’t around.

On one particular day she made a loud remark about how I was never going to get a boyfriend when I get older if I didn’t ‘smarten up’. She was looking at Ashley instead of me when she said it, and Ashley looked positively murderous until I was able to steer her onto a different subject.

This only started a week before, but they’d already gotten into three huge arguments over how Mom was acting. I was thankful to have Ashley sticking up for me, but I hated that she had to in the first place. I just wanted my mom to stop being cruel. The moments afterward when I could cuddle up and swap kisses with Ashley were just about all that kept me from breaking down completely.

***

Ashley took me to the library, and they finally had a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince on the shelf. Needless to say, I grabbed it right away! I’d read it the previous fall, but I was making my way through the books again while waiting for the next movie to come out. I started the book that evening, and seeing as I had nothing planned the next day, I figured I’d mostly spend it reading.

One of Ashley’s online friends was actually paying her to draw them something, so she was up late the night before finishing it. When I went to go pee she was still fast asleep.

My friend Susie always spent the first weeks of summer at her grandparents, and Maria’s parents made her help out at their store when school was on break. I had other friends, but those two were always my closest, and playing outside wasn’t much fun without them.

I was in my room reading, up to the part where the potions class was competing for the bottle of liquid luck, when my door was thrown open. Mom stood in the doorway, looking disgusted.

“It’s almost noon, and you haven’t even gotten dressed yet? How lazy can you be, Rhonda?”

I tried to stammer out something in protest; that I was on summer break, and it was Saturday! But she cut me off with a scathing look. “Get up. I’m tired of looking at that mess you call a haircut. You’re not gonna spend the whole goddamn day laying around.”

She stormed off, leaving me to fight back tears. I wasn’t being lazy, I was reading! I put my bookmark in, and got ready to go out. I grabbed a pen to write a note for Ashley explaining that Mom was probably taking me to the usual place for a haircut, then slipped it under her door.

Mom shouted for me to get my ass in gear, so I hurried to the front door where she stood impatiently jingling her keys.

***

The fifteen-minute car ride felt like an eternity. Mom sat fuming in the driver’s seat, and when we stopped at a red light, I barely managed to muster up enough courage to speak. “Why are you so mad at me?”

Mom craned her neck to stare me down for several seconds; her gaze only returning to the road when the light turned green. “Because you’re turning out just like your sister,” she snapped. “Do you really want to be another Ashley when you grow up? Some freakish loner who has to hang around with her little sister because no one else wants her?”

My heart clenched. How could she say such cruel things about her own daughter? Ashley could hang out with anyone she wanted. She was amazing! I thought myself lucky that she chose to be with me over anyone else.

I glared at Mom, my outrage lending me a rare streak of defiance. “Don’t talk about Ashley like that! I hope I am like her when I grow up! You don’t know anything about her! You’re not even around her enough to know anything!”

She took one hand off the steering wheel to smack me round the head, jostling hair into my face as I shied away from the blow. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that! I know enough. Ashley’s sick in the head, Rhonda, and if you have any sense you’ll knock this shit off and tell her to leave you alone.”

I was speechless. My head stung from where she’d slapped me, and I couldn’t believe she’d hit me again. It’s not that I’d never caught a blow or two from her if I did something wrong, but it was the second time this week. I wondered whether I should tell Ashley about this, or hide it from her.

As we turned a corner, the mall came into sight. Once we were parked, I was all but dragged inside by my mom. Instead of going directly to the salon like I thought we would, she made me wait while she looked through the clothing stores.

I tried to wander off to look at the kids section, but she snapped at me not to touch anything and keep close to her. Eventually, she picked out a couple of blouses for herself and took them up to the counter.

I grew increasingly nervous as time dragged on. There were times when it almost seemed like Mom was enjoying my discomfort. Finally, we moved on to the original reason for this trip.

When we entered the salon, I relaxed a little to see that Michelle, the lady who usually cut my hair, had her chair open. She was chatting with a coworker and another customer, but her eyes lit up when she saw us, her smile only faltering a little when she picked up on our mood.

“Hey there, Kate! Hi, Rhonda! How are we doing today?”

Mom was usually pretty friendly with Michelle, but she was all ice that day. “Fine, Michelle. We’re just here to deal with the mop on my daughter’s head.”

Being used to more pleasant interactions, Michelle looked a little stunned by Mom’s briskness, but she recovered quickly. “Sure thing! Step on over here, Rhonda, and I’ll get you set up!”

I took a seat as directed. Michelle covered my shoulders with a hairdressing cape, then used her fingers to lightly comb through my hair. “Your hair’s gotten so long and beautiful, hon!” she told my reflection in the mirror. “What are we thinking of doing today? Just trimming the split ends, or maybe trying something new?”

“Shave it off.”

Our heads jerked toward my mom, shock on both of our faces.

“W-what are you talking about, Mom?”

“Uh… Are you sure about that, Kate?”

Stony faced, Mom wasn’t swayed by our reactions. “You heard me. Shave it off. She hasn’t been taking care of her hair; just look at how messy it is! There’s no saving it.”

An awkward silence fell over the salon. Even the other stylist and her customer ceased their chatter to observe the unfolding drama.

“There’s nothing wrong with my hair, Mom! I don’t want my head shaved; I’ll look like a weirdo!”

Michelle did her best to intervene. “I don’t think it’s as bad as all that, Kate. Trust me, a trim will fix her up just fine. Her hair’s started curling a little, and she’s going to have to adopt a proper care routine, but that’s all.”

Mom refused to back down. “And I’m saying as her mother – Shave. It. Off.”

Tears began rolling down my cheeks. Why would she do this? I loved my hair! Ashley loved my hair, too! She was always playing with it when we were together. What was she going to think when I came home bald!?

“I don’t want it shaved! Michelle, please don’t! Mom’s only doing this because she’s mad at me!”

Michelle stood her ground. “Kate, Rhonda doesn’t want this. I think you should listen to what she’s saying.”

Mom’s face hardened. “Look, are you going to cut my daughter’s hair the way I tell you to or not? I’m a paying customer.”

“No, I can’t in good conscience do that, Kate. I wouldn’t be comfortable doing something your daughter doesn’t want done, and I don’t believe my coworkers would, either.”

With a huff of annoyance, Mom stepped forward and all but yanked me out of the chair, the cape sliding to the floor. “Fine, then! I’ll take my business elsewhere. I’m sure the barber across the street would appreciate a new customer.”

I sent a pleading look toward Michelle as I was dragged from the store, my mind threatening to shut down from the stress, a strange buzzing noise filling my ears.

I was being pulled through the mall, cowering from the curious gazes of the other mall goers. We were nearing the exit doors when I finally came back to myself. I ripped myself free from my mom’s grasp. “Why are you doing this!?”

Mom spun around to glare at me. “You embarrassed me in front of that whole salon! Why do you think I’m doing this? I can never go in there again because of you!”

I embarrassed her!? How could she say that after being so rude to poor Michelle? “You’re acting crazy, Mom! I don’t need my head shaved!”

Her face was a mask of ice-cold rage. ”I’ve been too damn easy on you, and this is what I get for it. Maybe losing your precious hair will do something about that bad attitude, young lady!”

She didn’t care about my hair, though. It was just a way to squash me down. I began backing away, doing my best to choke back my tears. Ashley wouldn’t cry, so neither would I! “I’m not getting my head shaved!”

I barely avoided Mom’s hand as she tried to grab me again. “Don’t you back away from me! You know what? Fuck it. We’re going to grab some clippers, and I’ll deal with you when we get home.”

All I wanted to do was scream. Why was she being like this? What did I ever do to her? Despite my best efforts to remain calm, I could feel an overwhelming urge to break down. “Mom, I’m not going home until you say you’ll stop.”

“We’ll go home when I say! Get over here! Now!”

“Stay away from me!”

“Don’t you dare yell at me!”

“Stop acting like this!”

“Quit the attitude, Rhonda!” She slowly drew closer. “Discipline. That’s what you need, you fucking brat.”

She snatched at me again, but this time I turned and bolted. I could hear her yelling as I ran through the mall, the pounding blood in my ears making her words impossible to understand.

ignoring the cries of startled onlookers, I chanced a look toward the salon as I passed by. My heart soared with relief when I saw Ashley speaking with Michelle. She looked down at me in shock as I barrelled toward her, my tear-stricken face crashing into her chest.

“Rhonda!? Oh my God, are you okay? Michelle said Mom was acting like a fucking lunatic. What the hell is going on?”

I tried to explain everything that happened in between sobs. I don’t think Ashley understood all of it, but I could feel her whole body tense when I got to the bit about Mom hitting me.

Mom had nearly caught up to me. She was still ranting as she rounded the corner. “Rhonda! Stop acting like such a child! You’re embarrassing yourself—”

She froze when she saw Ashley. I huddled against my sister for protection, but she gently extracted herself from my hold, then moved in front of me. Maybe it was the look in Ashley’s eyes, but Mom looked… unsure of herself, even frightened.

“What the fuck are you trying to pull?” Ashley demanded. “Hitting Rhonda’s not enough, so you have to publicly humiliate her by shaving off her hair? You get a kick out of treating your kids like shit, or what?”

With each word, Ashley moved closer and closer until they were mere inches apart. Mom stood at around five foot nine, while Ashley had hit six feet before she stopped growing. Every extra inch was in effect as she loomed over our mother, who looked cowed in spite of her efforts to stand tall.

Nonetheless, she held her ground. “Mind your own goddamn business, Ashley. I’m the parent, not you. Rhonda’s been acting up all day, and she needs to be taught a lesson. You have no idea what I have to deal with, and I don’t need any of your shit, either. You can’t…”

Mom’s voice quavered a little under Ashley’s glare, trailing off as my sister closed the distance, leaving them face to face.

Ashley was calm when she replied, but there was an undercurrent of menace that I wasn’t used to hearing from my sweet older sister. “Can’t what? What can’t I do? You want to hit one of your daughters? Fine. Hit me.” Ashley spread her arms, inviting Mom to take a shot.

Mom backed up a step. The scene had drawn a bunch of onlookers. Michelle and her coworker had stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation, but a fierce look from Mom had them backing away.

“No? Don’t wanna take a swing?” Ashley continued. “You can hit a ten-year-old kid when no one’s looking, but you’re too scared to hit her big sister in public? Huh, maybe you need a few drinks first. You’re fucking pathetic, Kate.”

Once again, Mom tried to regain control of the situation. “Don’t call me ‘Kate’, damn it. I’m your mother! Y-you can’t talk to me like this, Ashley! You’re making a scene in front of all of these people.”

Ashley’s gaze flicked to the people watching, then back to Mom. “I don’t care who’s watching. What I care about is the way you treat Rhonda. She deserves better. I’m taking her home, and you’re never gonna pull this kinda shit again. Understand?”

The two of them stared at one another for a few more seconds before Mom turned and walked away. She didn’t say anything until she was at a safe distance.

“Fine, then! I don’t know why I even bother; you’re not worth it. Have fun with your perverted sister, Rhonda.”

We watched Mom leave in a cold fury. Ashley let her breath out, then turned to regard me carefully. I felt so numb after what had just happened. I was scared, too. Not of Ashley, though. Never of Ashley. I was scared of the storm that was brewing between her and Mom, and how it might end.

There was so much love and pain in my sister’s eyes that all I could do was fall into her arms with a sob, the full weight of the last few hours crashing over me. Ashley was apologizing to Michelle as she held me, and she waited until I tapered off into sniffles before ushering me out of the mall.

In spite of myself, I found myself smiling as we approached Ashley’s car. I always imagined her driving a Lamborghini or something, but this was an old piece of junk she bought for cheap, and did her best to keep running. It didn’t even have a CD player!

It was quiet as we drove home. Ashley offered a few words of comfort, but seemed to understand that I just needed some time to process everything. When we pulled to a stop outside the house, I unbuckled myself to get out. I tried to will strength into my legs to move, but couldn’t.

“I-I’m sorry, Ashley. My legs feel so weak; I need a bit more time before I can go inside.”

Ashley got out of the car and walked around to my side. She opened the door, then reached in to lift me out. I clung to her as she locked up her car and carried me into the house. She took me all the way to her room, where she put me down onto her bed with a grunt.

“Jesus, Rhonda! I think you’re getting too old for me to be hoisting you around!”

I gave a watery smile before burying my face in her chest. I was still reeling from all the things Mom had said, and her demented plan to shave my head.

“Will you tell me what happened again?” Ashley asked tentatively. “I only caught a bit of it earlier.”

I sniffled and rolled away from her, wiping my eyes. I was frustrated by how much I’d cried that day. It was so immature of me!

I tried my best to explain everything that happened since Mom entered my room earlier. Ashley was practically shaking in anger by the end of it all. She got up and started pacing when I mentioned that Mom told me I shouldn’t have anything to do with my sister. “That fucking bitch! I swear to God I’m gonna break her nose, Rhonda.”

My eyes widened in alarm. “I don’t want you getting in trouble over me, Ashley. I hope she’s calmed down by the time she gets back. I promise I’ll talk to her tonight. Just don’t do anything crazy, please.”

Ashley ran a hand down her face as she tried to calm herself. “There’s no fucking way I’m letting you talk to her by yourself after all of this. I’m calling into work, then we’re going to deal with this together.”

I murmured my thanks, relieved that she’d be by my side.

I shifted upward on the bed to face Ashley more fully, then pressed my lips to hers. She softly reciprocated, her hand rubbing comforting circles on my back. I leaned into her touch. Today had been horrible, but it was going to be okay now that Ashley was with me.

My mind was still all out of sorts; the colors of the world faded beyond the girl lying next to me. I needed something to ground me. I needed her. “Ashley?” I whispered.

Her voice dropped to match mine. “What is it, Rhonda?”

“I’ve been thinking about everything Mom said earlier, and,” I had to stop to steady myself, “I-I need to feel something real.”

I could practically see the gears turning in Ashley’s head as she pondered my words. “What is it you need me to do?”

“I need you to touch me.”

Her hands stilled for a moment before recommencing her gentle caresses. She gave me a hesitant smile. “Touch you how? Like, ‘touch you’, touch you?”

I shyly nodded my head. “Can you make me feel good? I want to forget about earlier.”

She released a shuddering breath as she let go of me. “Are you sure? I – of course I want to, but I don’t want you to regret anything that happens.”

“Ashley, I already regret everything that’s happened with Mom. This is probably the only thing that could make it better.”

She ran a hand down her face, regarding me carefully. “All right,” she said after a long pause. “Not the way I envisioned any of this going, but if you’re sure…”

Ashley’s kisses were gentle and reassuring. Directing me to raise both arms above my head, she pulled my shirt up and off. I started to grow a little self-conscious as she took in the sight of my boyish chest. Why did I have to be so young and undeveloped? Ashley would surely prefer me if I was a little more mature, wouldn’t she?

My worries evaporated when she pressed her lips to my forehead, then my eyelids; my cheeks, my nose, my chin. Finally, she lowered her face until her lips were lightly brushing my neck. “You’re so beautiful, Rhonda,” I heard her whisper.

Ashley settled one of her hands on my hip, while the other curled behind my nape and guided me to her waiting mouth. I let out a soft moan that turned into a breathless whimper as her tongue snaked across my throat. My eyes fluttered open to look down at her bowed head.

She chuckled softly at my reaction, then continued her ministrations, alternating kisses and licks across my flesh. When she nibbled on the sensitive area of my neck where I felt my pulse quicken, my hands shot out and gripped her shoulders. “Ashley…”

“Is that too much, Rhonda?”

I shook my head. “No, it feels good. Keep going.”

As her mouth continued its work along my neck, her hand left my hip and began trailing across my torso. I never expected how amazing it would feel to have her touch me like that. I didn’t realize her every touch would make my body thrum with such pleasure.

Ashley started nuzzling her way downwards. Releasing my neck, she let her hand glide to the center of my back. She gently grazed my nipple with the other hand, the motion making me twitch in surprise.

She raised her head to meet my gaze, and I was taken aback by the look of worship on her face. “Can I?” she asked.

I nodded, so Ashley lowered her mouth until it was poised near my chest. “You have the cutest little tits, did you know that?”

It was a hell of a stretch to call them ‘tits’, but I didn’t see the point in telling her that. I was sure she was just being nice.

These thoughts faded into the background as Ashley’s lips enveloped my nipple. I cried out loud, burying one of my hands in her hair while she sucked, occasionally teasing the tip with flicks of the tongue. She withdrew with a wet pop, then moved across to the other nipple.

She used her fingers to make circling motions around the wet skin of my areola, then lightly thumbed and pinched it, making me squeak in surprise. I’d never felt this good before. All those nights spent exploring my body were nothing compared to this.

I could feel the damp cotton of my panties clinging to my pussy, and knew I had to touch myself before I went crazy. I reached down to slide my fingers into my shorts, but Ashley’s hand lightly closed around my wrist. “Don’t, Rhonda. Let me.”

She drew back to take a good look, scanning me from head to toe. My eyes must have looked like saucers as I stared up at her, my chest filled with warmth at the love written on her face.

Her hands gently moved down until her fingers curled under the waistband of my shorts. “Lift your butt up, Rhonda.”

I raised my hips to let her slide the shorts down my legs. She threw them to one corner of the room as I lay beneath her, clad only in my damp underwear.

Ashley seemed overwhelmed with emotion as she regarded my near-naked form. “You have no idea what you do to me, Rhonda. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

But she’s seen other girls, that niggling voice in my head chimed. I didn’t want to think about her having been with anyone else. She was going to be my first, and my only. I should’ve been hers, too!

My eyes swam with tears. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin the moment, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Y-you’ve done this before, right, Ashley? With other girls, I mean?”

Her expression briefly flickered to anguish, but just as quickly turned to one of determination. “Yes. I wish I hadn’t, but only because I never thought you’d want me that way. Those other girls were nothing, just ways to distract myself from thinking about being with you. Can you believe me, Rhonda?”

I slowly nodded, even as a single tear trailed down my face and fell to the bedding. I wanted to banish these feelings of jealousy, but I didn’t know how. Ashley was mine, and nobody else’s. Even as every sane part of me screamed that I was being crazy, all I wanted was for her to touch me and make it all better.

I grabbed one of her hands, closing my eyes as I guided it toward my pussy. Ashley allowed it to drift lower, but then stopped before it reached the front of my panties. Her voice quavered slightly when she spoke. “Will you look at me, Rhonda?”

I’ve always been helpless before my sister, and it was no different now. I opened my eyes to meet her gaze as her hand closed the last couple of inches to rest against my vulva. I drew in a sharp intake of breath. Having Ashley touch me there felt so right. Like all those bad feelings were being soothed away by my sister’s caress.

Ashley’s voice wavered, but she kept my gaze on hers as she spoke. “I want to show you how I feel, Rhonda,” Ashley murmured. “I promise – no, I vow, that you’re the only person I’m going to touch like this for the rest of my life. How could I ever want someone else when I’m with the most beautiful girl in the world? I love you, Rhonda. I worship the ground you walk on. Just… just let me love you like this.”

Her grandiose declaration made me smile. “I’m sorry, Ashley. I’m just being silly. I love you, too. You’re the only person I’ll ever love. Will you please keep going?”

The radiant smile on her face banished all of my lingering insecurities, and I moved to kiss her even as her fingers began rubbing me through my panties. Then she began sliding them down my legs. I helped her by lifting my butt and then kicking them onto the floor.

Sitting back against the headboard, Ashley guided my head into her lap. She gave me a wink, then wiggled her fingers, slipping two of them into her mouth, tongue twirling around each digit until they were coated in saliva. Realizing her intention, I blushed madly, even as my body tensed in anticipation.

Ashley’s hand returned to my crotch, now completely bare, and let her fingers glide across my pussy.

My mind shut everything out but the pleasure coursing through me. I buried my face into the softness of Ashley’s thigh, mewling softly.

“Does that feel good, Rhonda?”

I was barely able to nod. Ashley continued her gentle exploration of my folds, the other hand teasing my nipples to an aching stiffness. She began tracing circles around my clit, which set my body pulsing with an intensity I’d never experienced before.

Her fingers moved with the assured grace of someone who’d done this before, but this time I refused to let those intrusive thoughts take root.

A sudden twinge of ecstasy shook me, and I stammered, “A-Ashley…”

My sister spun her fingers faster. “Are you getting close? Come for me, Rhonda. Don’t hold anything back.”

As my body arched, Ashley braced my chest with her free arm to stop me jerking out of her grasp. I released a long, tremulous moan as she brought me to an orgasm a million times better than anything I’d ever known.

Finally, I lay slumped in my big sister’s lap, panting as I tried to bring the world back into focus. My body felt like it was made of jelly; I didn’t know anything could feel that amazing. “That… that was the best thing ever, Ashley! Is it always like this?”

Ashley planted a kiss on my head “You’re so cute when you come, Rhonda. And I wouldn’t know if it’s always that good. Even when I slept with other girls, I liked touching more than being touched. I’ve never had someone make me come before.”

It was hard to believe she’d never experienced an orgasm outside masturbation before, but I was so glad I’d get to be the first to make her come. It was only right that it should be me. I wanted her so much in that moment; I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made me.

“Can I touch you now?” I asked.

Ashley smiled and shook her head. “There’ll be time later, but right now, it’s all about you.” She playfully tweaked my nose. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

It must have been my wide-eyed stare that made her laugh. Did she mean to make me come again? Was that even possible so soon after my last one?

Sure enough, her fingers returned to my wet pussy. She wasn’t being as gentle this time, and I loved how it felt to have her press so needily into my folds. The hand playing with my nipples was more insistent as well, pinching them between her fingers in a way that sent shocks through my system.

“You’re mine, Rhonda,” Ashley proclaimed. “All mine.”

I always loved when she got possessive like that. It made me feel better about my own need to have her all to myself.

Ashley’s fingers began rubbing more intensely. She was gently slipping them into the folds of my pussy, never fully penetrating, but enough to satisfy. The finger rubbing my clit was relentless, strumming and spinning. My second orgasm came crashing down on me.

Crying out, I squirmed away from Ashley. I almost felt too good. Any more stimulus would drive me insane.

We were both breathing hard as I came down from that peak again. I was filled with a pleasant numbness that made me realize how exhausted I was. As Ashley’s hair brushed against my thighs, I could feel my eyes getting heavy.

“This feels even more amazing than being touched, Rhonda, I promise,” I heard Ashley say from some faraway place.

How is that even possible? Even as the thought drifted through my mind, I could feel myself slipping into sleep. I felt Ashley press a kiss against my pussy. It sent a pleasant tingle through my whole body, and I drifted off to the sound of her voice.

“Oh, shit. I really wore you out, huh? Get some sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up…”

On to Chapter Five!