Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Rosey M

July 2, 2006 – Ashley

Sometime during the night, Rhonda had rolled over and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face down toward her chest. I took a few moments to peer appreciatively at her tiny buds before carefully extracting myself from her embrace.

Getting to my feet, I stood over her sleeping form, admiring how my little angel looked lying in bed. The last month had been the best of my life. Rhonda wanted me of all people? It was something straight out of my least likely fantasies.

Rhonda made it sound as if I was at the heart of everything she’d ever wanted. I shivered at the thought of my baby sister touching herself to thoughts of me. I wanted to watch her do it, stare into her eyes as she rubbed that sweet little pussy of hers.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Rhonda. I’d make a deal with the devil if I had to, as long as I could be with her forever.

I gently brushed Rhonda’s hair back from her beautiful face. The mark on her cheek had darkened, and I leaned forward to brush my lips against the bruised skin. I had a feeling she’d fallen asleep long after me, and I didn’t want to wake her.

My alarm clock told me it was just after seven in the morning as I crept around my room, grabbing some clothes out of the closet, then making a quiet exit, closing the bedroom door behind me.

The house was silent as I crossed the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, I slipped my panties off, had a quick pee, then hopped into the shower. This day had the potential to be spectacularly bad, depending on how my talk with Kate went, so I turned the cold tap up all the way to fully wake myself. It did the job, but boy, it sucked.

I kept it cold for as long as I could stand, then turned it back to warm. As I washed my body, I thought about everything that happened last night. I didn’t get the full story from Rhonda, but it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

That drunk bitch. Where the hell did she get off, anyway? Listening at doors when my sister and I were alone, then bullying Rhonda because that was easier than actually trying to understand her? Kate barely noticed Rhonda the rest of the time, but now she’d decided her youngest was old enough to start hitting, like she did to me when I was that age?

There wasn’t anyone to stop Kate when I was little, but I’d be damned if I was going to let her hurt Rhonda again. Not ever.

She’s doing it already, though. All those warnings and she didn’t listen. You messed up. 

I gritted my teeth as that stupid voice echoed inside my head. I knew the voice wasn’t real – just my conscience reminding me what I already knew – but that didn’t make it any easier to ignore. The hard, cold fact remained that I’d royally fucked up the promise I’d made to protect the one person in this world who truly mattered.

I told Kate we’d be speaking in the morning, after she sobered up, and I intended to keep my word on that at least. I knew I couldn’t trust her around Rhonda, but I hadn’t fully worked out the details on how I’d go about keeping them away from each other.

The idea of moving out had been on my mind more and more, and I definitely wanted Rhonda with me when I left. But with Kate having custody, I wasn’t sure how to do it legally without her calling the cops and having Rhonda returned to her. I didn’t have the smarts to fight that kind of thing.

Images of Rhonda’s crumpled form haunted me. Her sobbing, terrified face, the bruises I discovered on her body later on. I could feel the rage building in me even as I tried to tamp it down. Getting angry and losing control wouldn’t help, I knew that much. I needed a clear mind for this.

Groaning in frustration, I rested my head against the tiled wall and closed my eyes. The water continued to stream down my body, and I wasn’t sure how long I stood there before shaking myself from my stupor. I’d figure something out. I had to.

Shutting off the water, I stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled myself off. I brushed my teeth, then threw some clothes on. Even as I told myself I would try to keep my temper, I knew there was always a chance things would turn violent, and I needed to be prepared for that. I couldn’t trust Kate not to make things worse.

My original plan was to head directly to Kate’s room, but I figured a quick stop at the scene of the crime was in order first.

Light was already poking through the curtains when I got to the living room. My eyes homed in on the broken bottle by the couch. The whole room smelled like it was drenched in beer. There was a cluster of empty bottles on the coffee table, but the case itself had vanished. No one could say our mother didn’t have her priorities.

Moving into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee, I spotted the phone receiver still lying on the floor where Kate had thrown it. I placed it on the counter, idly playing with the damaged wire. There’d be time to try and fix it later.

I took a broom and dustpan back into the lounge to sweep up the broken glass, then dumped it in the garbage. I thought about mopping as well, so the beer didn’t completely soak into the wooden floor, but decided to leave that until after my little chat with Kate. That conversation had been put off long enough.

I made my way to the master bedroom. I didn’t bother to knock, but the door didn’t budge when I turned the handle, and I realized Kate had put her latch on. I rolled my eyes. Did she think I was going to throttle her while she slept? Not that the idea wasn’t tempting…

I went back to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of mail from the pile on the counter. Back at Kate’s door, I slid the envelope into the crack right below where the hook sat. I pulled the door tight to get a bit of slack on the latch, then swiped upward, lifting the hook from the bolt. With the door unlocked, I entered and closed it behind me.

Kate was lying in bed, half-covered by a blanket, still clad in yesterday’s clothes. Just as I’d figured, there were more empty beer bottles on her nightstand.

I threw the envelope next to her phone and then kicked her mattress. “Wake up. We need to talk.”

She grunted in reply and shifted away from the sound of my voice. I hoofed her bed even harder. “I know you can hear me. I said, get up.”

Kate let out an irritated groan, then slowly came to life. As the blanket fell away from her body, I saw bruising across her throat where my hands had been. Good. She had it coming. I closed my eyes for a moment in an attempt to will that malevolent thought away.

Her voice was raspy when she finally spoke. “A-Ashley? What the fuck? How did you get in here?”

“Magic,” I deadpanned. “Now get up and do… whatever the hell it is you have to do to get your shit together.”

“Fuck you.”

I laughed bitterly. “Just get up already. I said we were gonna talk, and I meant it.”

She clambered out of bed and stepped toward me until we were inches apart. “So what, you’re calling the shots now? This is my house, and I’m your mother.”

I felt an odd sense of déjà vu. We’d been here before, hadn’t we? More than once. “You are? Could have fooled me, Kate. Seems to me like you’re less of an adult than your ten-year-old daughter.”

Kate sneered at that. “Oh, you mean the ten-year-old you’re fucking?”

“We’re not fucking, as you so crudely put it. I’m not going to bother denying that Rhonda and I have a special relationship, but you’re not gonna talk about me like I’m some rapist. We love each other. I guess that’s a foreign concept to you.”

Kate advanced even closer into my space, glowering at me. I could smell her rancid breath. “You make me sick, Ashley. Bad enough you choose to mess up your own life with this lesbian shit; now you’re dragging your sister into it, too? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the police right now.”

I glanced at the phone on her nightstand. It was the only functioning phone in the house, now that the one in the kitchen was busted. She’d had all the time in the world to call the police, if that’s what she intended to do. Honestly, who was she trying to fool?

She knew as well as I did that she’d catch some shit of her own for the things she’d done. Not to mention how it’d look if the neighbors saw a cruiser outside the house.

“Do it, then,” I told her defiantly. “Let them come. You think Rhonda will back your story? Oh, and while they’re here, the cops can take a look at all the bruises you gave her. Maybe even check her system for the alcohol you made her drink last night. Face it, Kate, you talk big, but you’re too scared to get the law involved.” My voice dropped to a low, icy murmur. “Now get the fuck out of my face before you get yourself hurt. We still have lots to talk about.”

We continued to glare at one another for a long moment. Kate made no move to back down. I had a feeling it was all about to go off again… but then she finally looked away.

“And go take a shower, for Christ’s sake,” I added. “You smell like cheap beer and flop sweat.”

Kate didn’t reply, and several seconds passed before she finally moved, trudging toward the door, flashing me a look of purest hate as she left the room.

I let out a steadying breath when I heard the bathroom door shut, allowing some of the tension to drain from my body. I’d been prepared for an ugly confrontation, but hadn’t exactly planned to murder her before eight in the morning. I suppose as long as things hadn’t degenerated into a fistfight, I’d chalk it as a win.

I fixed myself a cup of coffee and sat at the table to wait for Kate. She took her sweet time in the bathroom, the sound of the shower still audible by the time I’d drained my cup. But it was fine. I had all the time in the world. I poured myself another coffee.

The sound of running water eventually ceased, and I could hear the sound of footsteps shambling across the floor. When Kate finally graced me with her presence, she was wearing a tattered old bathrobe. Avoiding eye contact, she took a cup from the drying rack and poured coffee for herself.

I sipped loudly from my cup to annoy her, and she wheeled around to face me. The force of her usual snappish voice was weakened by its current scratchy quality. “All right, what the hell do you want, Ashley? I know I screwed up last night; I didn’t mean to hurt Rhonda.”

I scoffed. “No? You beat the shit out of her, not to mention pouring beer down her throat. And let’s not even get into that scene at the mall yesterday. Seriously, you can’t just give some half-assed apology and expect everything to go back to normal. It doesn’t work like that. You need to take responsibility for once.”

Kate threw up her hands. “Well, what then? What is it you want me to say? Let’s not forget what you did to me.” She gestured angrily at the imprint of my hands on her throat. “Far as I’m concerned, that’s the last time you ever lay your hands on me. You’re not welcome in my house anymore, Ashley.”

Some deep buried thing inside me felt a sting of hurt at her words, but I still smirked in reply. “Yeah, that’s sort of the plan. I’m going to start looking for my own place, and Rhonda’s coming with me.”

Kate’s fist thudded on the table. “The hell she is! You can do whatever the fuck you want, girl, but Rhonda’s my kid, not yours. You don’t get to take her with you. Like you could even afford to! You barely graduated, and you’re working at a grocery store, for fuck’s sake. You think your little ‘art’ hobby is gonna pay the bills for two?”

Her words struck a few sore spots, but I’d figure something out. For my sister, I’d do whatever it took. I doubted Kate could say the same. “Let’s be real here,” I said. “You and I both know you don’t give a shit about Rhonda. Why the sudden concern for where she lives?”

“Ronnie’s still my daughter. I’m trying to save her from you, damn it. She’s not moving in with some pervert who’s gonna spend the next few years molesting her. Once she doesn’t get you hot ‘cause she isn’t a little girl anymore, you’ll just kick her out. Then I’ll be left to pick up the pieces.”

God, I wanted to punch her bloated, sneering face. “Oh, that’s the angle you’re going for, is it? Yeah, it’s not gonna happen and you know it. Rhonda’s the most important thing in the world to me. Even if she decides she doesn’t want a relationship with me anymore, she’s still my sister. I’d never abandon her, not in a million years.”

I took a breath before I continued. This was the part that mattered. It was a high-risk move, and I knew it could backfire on me badly. “After the shit you’ve pulled in the last few days, I clearly can’t trust you with Rhonda’s safety. I’ll involve CPS and fight you for her if I have to. I’ve documented years of the shit you’ve done to both of us, so it’ll be an open-and-shut case.”

Of course, I would do no such thing. If I went to the authorities, I knew Kate would do her damnedest to take me down with her. Sure, Rhonda and I would deny anything she accused us of, and the law would surely favor us over our train wreck of a mom, but I refused to put my ten-year-old sister in a scary position like that in the first place.

I’d called Kate’s bluff over her police threat. Would she call mine now?

To my immense relief, she wilted before my eyes. Hell, she even looked scared at the possibility of me involving the law in our little dust-up. I couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied by how she cringed before me.

Kate nervously wrung her hands. “L-look, Ashley. We don’t have to do it like this. Just listen for a moment.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So talk.”

She bit her lip. “It’s just… Okay, fine. You want to move out, I get it. But Rhonda doesn’t have to go with you. It’d be a lot for you to find a place for yourself, let alone a ten-year-old kid. I mean, you’re not even eighteen until next month. I’m gonna get help, I promise. Last night will never happen again.”

It was such bullshit. I couldn’t believe she was able to say it with a straight face. “All right, we both know you’re lying through your teeth, pretending to be concerned about my life. What’s the real reason you don’t want Rhonda to leave with me?”

Propping her elbows on the table, Kate rested her head in both hands. “Okay, look. I didn’t want to say this, but I won’t be able to afford this house if you take Rhonda with you. I mean, you’ve been helping me with the bills these last few years, and I appreciate it, I really do.” She peered up to gauge my reaction. I was unimpressed.

She continued anyway. “When you move out, I won’t have that financial help anymore. And with you turning eighteen next month, I won’t be getting your child tax or family allowance either. It’ll be tight without all that, but I could make do. If I also lose Rhonda’s benefits, though…”

Unable to help myself, I began to laugh. “So wait, this is about money? No concern about Rhonda leaving home? None of that ‘what will other people think’ spiel you like to go off on? Why do you care so much about keeping this shitty house, anyway? You’d probably be better off renting an apartment than living here. It’s a dump, for Christ’s sake!”

Kate groaned in frustration, tugging at her hair. “You’ll understand when you’re older. I got this place with your dad when you were a baby. Since he walked out on us, it’s all I have left.”

I stared in disbelief. “You’re serious? God, you really mean that. Never mind that you had two daughters with that asshole; the house is all you’ve got left?”

She winced. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

I couldn’t believe her. I mean, I could, but it was still pretty low. I was worried I’d have a fight on my hands because there might have been some remnant of maternal instinct still bubbling away in that stony old heart of hers, and she was just bad at showing it or something. But Kate really was as selfish as I always suspected.

She had a point, though. It would be tough to support both myself and Rhonda, at least until I could find a job that paid well enough. And despite Kate’s shitty track record as a parent, if a custody battle ensued, I would be unlikely to win. I wasn’t even eighteen yet, for God’s sake. Worse still, if both Kate and I were deemed unfit to look after Rhonda, she could end up getting taken into care. I really had no choice but to make some sort of compromise.

“Okay, fine. You want Rhonda to keep living here? I’ll agree to that. You can have whatever money the government throws your way. But the time she spends here will be next to none. You and I both know she’ll be with me most days, anyway.”

Kate didn’t say anything to that, just stared glumly back at me.

“So are we agreed then? I move out, Rhonda comes with me, you keep whatever benefits you get for her and leave us both the fuck alone.”

Finally admitting defeat, Kate raised her hands in the air. “Fine, go. It’ll be less stressful on all of us if Rhonda’s with you most of the time, anyway. I could use the extra money from the food budget if you’re gonna be taking care of her.”

I smirked at her. “More money for beer, am I right?”

“N-no. Like I said, I’m gonna get help for that.”

I stood from the table. “Yeah, you’ve said that before.” Then I extended my hand toward her. “The rest of it, though? Guess I can’t get it in writing, so we’ll have to shake on it.”

Rising on unsteady legs, she accepted my hand. I decided to give her a little reminder of my promise. Rather than let go, I tightened my grip and pulled her toward me. Kate looked at me questioningly, then threw her other hand against my shoulder to stop me from getting any closer.

My voice was low and threatening as I leaned forward in spite of her attempts to ward me off. “I meant what I said. You ever lay a hand on Rhonda again, I’ll fucking kill you. I backed off last night because she begged me to – you have her to thank for that. But never again. That was your absolute last chance. Understand?”

When she didn’t reply, I squeezed her hand until she cried out in pain. Her other hand dropped from my shoulder to tug uselessly at my arm. “I said, understand?”

Her voice broke as she cried out. “I understand! I get it! I’ll never do it again! I wasn’t going to anyway! Let go, Ashley, you’re hurting me!”

I released her hand and she yanked it away to cradle against her body, looking as if she was about to burst into tears. It made me question the way I was behaving. God knows, it was hard to muster any sympathy for Kate, and she certainly deserved some sort of payback after what she’d done to Rhonda, but the way I seemed to take pleasure in giving my mother a taste of her own medicine left me wondering if I was destined to turn into a carbon copy of her some day. The thought horrified me, and I quickly dismissed it.

“Doesn’t feel good to be on the other side of it for once, does it?” I told Kate. “Remember what I said.”

Ignoring the sorrowful muttering coming from behind me, I returned to my room. Despite our ugly confrontation, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Things were finally going right for once. Rhonda and I were together, I was free to leave this damned house, and Kate wouldn’t butt into our business anymore if she knew what was good for her.

Rhonda was still sleeping when I entered my bedroom. I settled down to lie beside her, then passed the time by gently stroking her hair. She made the most adorable expression when she finally began to stir, sleep falling away from her features. Finally, her eyes opened and locked with mine.

I gently stroked her bruised cheek, my thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. “Good morning, beautiful.”

She blushed at my words, then shyly turned her head. It was so cute. Her drowsy voice washed all of my stress away. “Morning, Ashley.”

I reached over and pulled her to me, enjoying the feel of her warm body against mine. “So… I talked with Kate this morning, and well, there’s gonna be some changes.”

“Um, okay. What happened?”

“Here’s the thing: I’m gonna be moving out soon—”

Rhonda suddenly pulled away, a panicked expression on her face. “Y-you’re leaving? I’m going with you, right? Right?”

“Hush, Rhonda,” I murmured soothingly, then leaned forward to brush my lips against hers, still amazed that kissing was now something we could do whenever we liked. I hoped it gave Rhonda the same feeling of peace and pleasure it gave me. To my relief she settled down a little, and I reached up to stroke her face.

“You’re coming with me,” I told her, “but it’s a little more complicated than that. For legal reasons, you’ll still technically be living with Kate, but for all intents and purposes you’ll be with me. Does that make sense?”

“But why can’t I just live with you officially? That’s dumb.”

I had to chuckle at her honest assessment of the situation. “I want you to be with me, sure, but because I’m so young, and Kate’s still legally your mom, the law would probably pick her to be your guardian. We could fight it in court, but it would be messy and expensive. It’s easier just to have you pretend to live with her, but really, you’ll stay with me. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you beforehand; it was sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Is that okay?”

A variety of emotions flitted across Rhonda’s face before finally settling into something that resembled hope. “But we’ll be together, right? All I want is to stay with you, and for Mom to not hurt me again. Or you!”

“Yeah, Rhonda, we’ll be together. And Kate won’t bother us anymore.”

A tentative smile appeared on Rhonda’s face. “Okay, Ashley. As long as you think everything’ll work out. I trust you.”

She’d never know how much those words mean to me. There and then, I vowed that I would never let her down. But I wanted to lighten the mood a little, and knew just the way to do it. Slipping my fingers into Rhonda’s armpits, I began to tickle her senseless.

She shrieked with laughter, scrambling across the bed to get away. I pulled her back and continued my assault, but eventually she wriggled free and lunged for me. We playfully wrestled each other, taking turns playing attacker or defender.

She really seemed to enjoy when I’d pin her down, her struggles becoming half-hearted whenever I was on top of her. I could tell she was getting excited, and in more ways than one. We eventually wore ourselves down until we were both breathing hard from the exertion, our giggles setting each other off.

Soon we were lying together spooning. I began to explore her body, my fingers mapping their way across her bare torso. All I wanted was to make my sister feel good, and I figured she was due some genuine pleasure after the events of the last twenty-four hours.

I placed a hand on Rhonda’s chest, idly toying with her stiffening nipples. Her soft moans encouraged me to continue, so I allowed my other hand to slowly snake its way down until it dipped inside her underwear. She twitched as my fingers settled into the moist heat of her pussy.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

Rhonda’s head bobbed up and down enthusiastically. “Sure is! I thought about touching myself, but we were having so much fun I didn’t wanna spoil it.”

I dipped my head and softly nipped her earlobe. “Don’t hold back if you ever feel like that. I’ll take care of you.”

Briefly pulling my hand from Rhonda’s panties, I used my mouth to moisten two fingers, then returned them to where they belonged. The tension drained from my sister’s body as I began to stroke her bare slit. I didn’t remember getting as wet as that when I was her age, but then, I didn’t have a big sister to make me feel good.

Rhonda’s breathing began to grow heavier as we fell into a rhythm, my hand alternating between rubbing her vulva and teasing her clit. She was sensitive to whatever I did, but responded best to a firmer touch, so I kept my fingers pressed into the folds of her pussy, using circular movements of my hand to drive her wild.

Her moans were steadily getting louder, enough to be overheard. “Not that I don’t love hearing how good this makes you feel,” I told her, “but don’t forget Kate’s still in the house. She knows about us now, but let’s not rock the boat any more than we have to, okay?”

Rhonda’s voice was little more than a whimper. “Sorry, Ashley. I’m trying to b-be quiet. I’m just… just…“

“You gonna come, Rhonda? Say it for me. Tell me you’re gonna come.”

Rhonda’s reluctance to say bad words always amused me, but while I didn’t want to make her do anything she was uncomfortable with, I can’t deny there was a certain thrill hearing her say something naughty.

I held her tightly against me as she ground her mons against my hand, my fingers picking up speed as they strummed her clit. “Say it, Rhonda.”

“I-I’m coming, Ashley!” Rhonda squeaked.

We rode the waves of Rhonda’s orgasm together as she trembled in my grasp. When her muscles finally slackened, I released her, and she slumped against me. “Good girl,” I said, stroking her hair. “Thank you for letting me do that.”

Rhonda’s voice was shaky when she replied. “T-thank me? You’re the one who made me feel good, not the other way around. Can I touch you now? Please?”

As much as I could have used some relief, I knew in my heart I’d leave Rhonda disappointed when I was unable to come for her. She’d think it was her fault when she tried and failed to get me off, and I already knew from experience that other people I’d slept with in the past just weren’t able to bring me to climax.

I screwed around with several different girls when I turned seventeen, in a doomed attempt to ease the desire I felt for my baby sister. The first time was with a girl named Francine who I met online, and it was more or less a disaster. She had tried to return the favor after I fucked her, and I’d panicked, lashing out at her when she reached out to fondle me. The memory still makes me wince; I always meant to apologize if we ever crossed paths again.

But it was the same with every woman after that, even when I let them try. The mere thought of having someone’s hands on me made my skin crawl, and I couldn’t bear it when they tried to touch my pussy. Thankfully, most of them understood when I explained that I preferred to give pleasure than receive it.

And that’s always been the truth for me, anyway. I love how it feels to be the one steering things during sex. I think maybe it’s a way of having some control over my life. When a lover tries to take charge it just leaves me feeling helpless and vulnerable, and I’ve spent too much of my childhood feeling like that to ever want it for my adult self.

There was none of the same acute discomfort when I let Rhonda touch my breasts, but I didn’t want to risk flipping out on her when she tried to go further. Neither of us needed that sort of negativity after the day we’d just had.

I smiled and slowly shook my head. “Sorry, sweetie. Maybe next time?”

Her hopeful smile immediately vanished. “But you said that yesterday! Why can’t I make you c-come, too?”

“I just don’t think it’s time yet. Soon, Rhonda, I promise.”

She rolled over to look me in the eyes. “That’s not fair! I want to make you feel as good as you did me.”

Rhonda looked so cute when she pouted; I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I kissed her playfully on the nose, and she pulled away while swatting half-heartedly at me. It was adorable. You’d think I just told her it was time to leave the playground or something.

I was just happy I could take her mind off everything else for a while. Better to let her worry about making her beloved sister come than all the other garbage she’d had to deal with lately.

She’d been through so much over the last few days, we both had. But I had to believe things were going to get better. God knows, we deserved that much.

On to Chapter Seven!