Date: Thu, 24 May 2007 20:42:02 -0600 From: Addie Q Subject: the magical tea Please note, the following story has graphic sexual content. If you are younger than 18, please do not read any further. Copyright by the author, May 2007 = = = = = = = = THE MAGIC TEA By AddieQ = = = = = = = = We were sitting in a very lovely place. Both of us, my sister Page and I, were in the shade of a tall red cliff system. We were both comfortable sitting on the sand, and it was hot. It wouldn't be too much to say it was one of the most beautiful places in the world. The deserts of southern Utah are so grand and so strange, it was like visiting a hidden spot from God's deepest imagination. And even though we both grew up in this country, it's always like visiting a magic hiding place. My sister had a tiny camp stove and a she was setting it up, and she was carefully explaining what she had with her. I held it in my hand, it was just a little baggie filled with herbs, it looked like nothing more than dried leaves. It was a gift from a very old and wise woman from the local Indian reservation, near where Page goes to college. It was a kind of Indian shamanic tea, used to attain visions. Page made the tea in a small pot. It turned the water a deep red. She calmly asked, "Okay Shelly, are you sure you want to do this?" I said yes. "I don't really know what to expect. The old woman said it was something magic, and very powerful. She said, we would be able to see and connect with the beauty of the Great Spirit." "Is that like God?" I asked. "I don't know, but since being away from home I think that I need a new idea about God." "Don't let mom hear you say that!" And it was true. Mom would be really angry, she was such a devout Mormon that it created a really oppressive life at home. It was hard for me to really understand what Page had experienced away at school. Right now, she was open to so much more than I had ever known. My life, with all the rules of my religion, left me so closed off. I could never see it until I spent time with someone outside my little world. And Page was now from that alluring place beyond the confines of my home and all of its oppression. The family has shunned Page since she went away to school. She was expected to just find a Mormon husband and get married and have kids. But, instead, she left home and went to a college, a non-Mormon college out of Utah. And my family, especially mom, just seemed to disown her. I had to sneak away for this camping trip. I lied to get out here with Page. I told Mom that I was going with a group from LDS church. The thing that bothers me, and confuses me, is that Page is the most wonderful caring, loving and spiritual person I know. She inspires me, and I can't understand why Mom is so strict, it's like she doesn't care about Page. The family situation leaves me feeling sad, but right then I was elated to be with my beautiful sister. Page took a drink from her cup, and then handed it to me. I didn't hesitate, I put it to my lips - and drank. It was hot and bitter. It wasn't bad, but it was like nothing I had ever tasted before. We handed the cup back and fourth between us, and within a few minutes, we drank it all. I asked, "Now what happens?" "Oh God, Shelly - I have no idea." My full name is Michelle, but Page has always called me Shelly. She's the only person who calls me that, and I love hearing it. I was following my sister to wherever this would lead. I trusted and cared for her. And she had always been so kind and supportive to me. This was our third day out in the desert. And we had three more days to go. Page was a really skilled camper, and I've learned a lot from her. The desert of southern Utah is really hot during the day, and it doesn't get too cold at night, so you really don't need much gear. My sister is so concerned about weight of the backpacks that we only brought one sleeping bag. It was a thick down bag that could be opened up and it easily covered both of us. Growing up we shared a room and we would sleep in the same bed, and it was warm and wonderful, especially in the wintertime. So, both of us sleeping under one blanket was nothing unusual. For the nights so far on the camping trip, we just slept all snuggled together under the stars. It's been lovely and comfortable. We have a tent with us, but we haven't needed it. The nights in the desert can get chilly, so it was nice to snuggle again - the way we would as little girls on cold winter nights. And, I had missed Page so much, that I was eager to sleep next to her. I loved the closeness. We hiked in silence, and I was trying to be very aware of any effect from our shamanic tea. The sun was setting, and the desert in this part of Utah is beautiful - but right then it seemed even more fabulous, almost magical. Maybe it was the tea, my perception was all mystical and lovely. Actually, everything seemed beautiful in a way that I had never felt before The sky, the rocks, the smell in the air. All of it was intensely beautiful. And so was Page. She had been very active while at school, and she looked really healthy and fit. Her legs were long and tan. And her shoulders were wide and strong. Her stride was so peaceful and confident. Oh my goodness, it was inspiring. Her blond hair was sparkling in the setting sun. I realized how much I missed her; she had such a confident way about her. Page and I looked a lot alike. She was less than a year older than me. Once, a few years ago, there was a photographer at a church meeting, and he saw us together, and he asked to take our picture. He came to our house, and we sat out in the tall grass on our farm. It was just Page and me. Later, it actually made the cover of the Mormon Magazine! We looked so pretty, and the funny thing was, the title said: "Utah Twins and Moral Purity." It's funny, but we really do look like twins! I always loved that picture; I just thought Page looked so beautiful. I asked, "Page, do you notice anything, from the tea?" "I don't know. Maybe?" "What are you feeling?" "I feel good, it's lovely here and I feel like I can really appreciate it..." "Like everything is beautiful?" "Yes, exactly!" "I feel that way too." Page smiled and said, "I feel wonderful." I said, "It's like I can feel God's love everywhere, it's radiating from everything, from everywhere." Page said, "You feel that?" "Yes, everything is all filled with love." "That's beautiful." We hiked up this long ridge though a very strange area of weird rock formations. It seemed almost magical and haunted, but there was no fear in me. The travel was so mysterious, it seemed like we were leaving someplace, like walking forward meant walking away - from everything. Page was in front of me, leading. And I was so content to follow her; just to let her take me wherever she needed me to go. The orange rock was everywhere, and we were on some sort of vast plateau. It was calm and hot, and the silence was so fantastic. And the colors and the smells - and everything, I felt like I was safe in God's embrace, it was astounding. Was it the tea? Was it making me feel like this? "I feel so strange." Page said, "I know, this is really intense, but at the same time - so wonderful. I said, "Yes, but..." Page went on, "Everything is just so magical and beautiful." "This is too intense..." "Shelly, your face..." "What is it?" "Are you crying?" And it took me a second to realize it, but yes - I was. It must have been an effect from the tea. Everything was just so unbelievably beautiful - it was making me all emotional, and it was so powerful that I was crying. I stammered, "I think - it's - it's because I am so happy." Page smiled and said, "Really?" "Yes, I feel so intensely happy right now." Page said, "Your mascara, is all smeared from your tears." Just hearing Page say that made me feel a little angry, "I don't know why I put it on, Mom is so strict, and she MAKES me wear it - everyday." "But, Shelly - Why? You are so pretty, you don't need it, I'm going to wipe it off - okay?" "All right," I answered. Page took a bandana and started to gently rub it against my cheek. It took a minute, and her touch was tender and soft. She smiled as she liberated me from something I felt I never wanted ever again. She said, "There, that's better. I am so glad to be away from Mom and every horrible thing she stands for..." "What do you mean?" Page carefully took her hanky and rubbed the stain from my other cheek. "Shelly, you don't need mascara to make you pretty, you are perfectly beautiful, and nobody should tell you what you should do. Especially mom. She is so stuck in that awful church." The things she was saying should have been blasphemous. But, right then, it sounded so true. And with the wonderful effects of the tea - it had just opened up my mind - and my soul. I saw so clearly how Mom had suppressed me, I had been living a lie. Page was so open and free, and it was wonderful just being so close to her. "Page, thank you - this means so much to me, nobody in our little town would EVER say what you just said." My sister smiled and said, "Shelly - I miss you so much." "I miss you too." I looked at my beautiful sister as she stood in front of me, and she was so defiant, and I LOVED her for it. She was so strong. I told her, "If mom could see you, she would be so outraged." "Why?" "Page - it's so obvious - you don't have a bra on." And it was true. My sister has such lovely small breasts, and it was easy to see her nipples under her t-shirt. She smiled and said, "Well, you can tell Mom I don't have any panties on either." "Oh my goodness, Page - I wish I had your nerve!" "Really - You do?" In a very serious way, I said, "Yes, I wish I was more like you." And we stood there, on that amazing flat plateau, like we were on the top of the world. And the wind picked up a little, and we just looked at each other, and Page seemed so confident. Then Page took a little penknife out of her pocket. She opened it up so it's tiny blade glinting in the sun. Page calmly said, "Take off your backpack." And I did. Then Page said, "Turn around." And I did that too. I was just astonished; it was like her confidence had hypnotized me. What happened next was absolutely life altering. >From behind, Page lifted my white t-shirt up to my shoulders and put her fingers on my bra straps. And then I felt her cut them, and then she carefully pulled my bra off. I looked over my shoulder at her, and she handed me my bra, now useless with all the straps cut. She let the t-shirt fall back down, and with my back still toward her, she pulled my nylon shorts down to my knees, so she could see my panties. "Page? What are you doing?" She didn't reply, but far off in the distance, there was a flash of lightning. I said, "Page?" "Shhhh, hold still." And I held still. My sister put her hand in my panties near my hip, and carefully cut the fabric all the way though with her little knife. And then she did it at the other hip. Then we heard the low rumble of the thunder. My panties just seemed to drop off, and Page pulled at them, and handed these to me too. Page reached down, and she could obviously see my bare bottom, and she lifted my shorts back up, calmly and deliberately, like a mother helping her child get dressed. I turned to face her, and she smiled and said, "There, I granted you your wish." Then she hiked away. It's hard to describe what I was feeling. But it was the most powerful and liberating experience I had ever known. I looked at the bra and panties in my hand, they were cut and worthless. I dropped them, I didn't need or want them anymore. The wind picked up, and I let the underwear float away in the in the dust and smooth rocks. It was now useless to me now, and I knew I was littering - but the emotion was amazing - I was somehow unshackled and free. I watched the white fabric skip along the sandstone, and eventually disappear. I turned to follow my sister, who was walking away from me. And beyond her there was a storm building on the horizon. It was dramatic and inspiring. I ran to catch up with my sister - and my breasts jiggled with each step. I felt glorious We hiked in silence with me following. Dark clouds crept in above us, and it began to rain. The feeling of the tea in my head, and my breasts without a bra - and the landscape and my sister - it was like some magical dream. I followed my sister, right up to the edge of a wide river. The rain was falling harder, and we both looked at the river. Page said, "According to the map, we need to be on the other side, and if it rains like this for too long the river will rise, and we won't be able to cross, so we should get over there now, okay?" "Okay." "Before we do this, how do you feel?" "I feel good." Page looked right at me and said, "I mean, the tea didn't make you drowsy or anything, I'm worried about you." "Oh no, I feel very aware." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I feel wonderful. It's almost like the tea just made me see the beauty in everything." She smiled and said, "I feel that way too!" "Tell me what to do." And then she said, "We're already totally wet, so I'm just going to leave my clothes on." With that, Page stepped into the water. She worked her way across, and it got deeper. She took off her backpack and held it above her head and moved into deeper water. I watched in amazement as she stepped forward into deeper water, and she actually fully submerged herself, just for a moment, and it was just her backpack and her hands above the water line. Then she walked into shallower zone, and then she stepped onto the bank on the other side. She looked across the river to me and shouted, "It's easy!" Then I did the same thing. I am just a tiny bit shorter, and for the brief moment I needed to let myself step completely under water, it was like being embraced by nature, like being washed clean of everything bad, and filled with something from God. It was glorious. Page looked at me as I got out. She was radiant and joyous. She laughed and said, "Wow Shelly! I think maybe it was the tea, but that felt so wonderful!" I stammered, "I feel it too - I really feel it." He baggy t-shirt was now wet and tight against her body, and her nylon shorts were clinging to her too. I could perfectly see her strong body, everything. My senses were so ALIVE. Even her hair was pressed tight against her head and neck. It was if I was seeing her, the real person, the hidden self was gone and what emerged was beautiful and alive. Page looked unbelievably muscular and healthy. She smiled and said, "I feel wonderful." And I did too, I was awash in love, and my sister was the most amazing vision I had ever seen. Looking at Page, I was fascinated at how perfect she looked. I mean, it was cold and because of that, her nipples stood out hard under her wet t-shirt. I was happy to stare, the tea had freed something in me. And then I looked down at myself. And my nipples were hard too. And my nylon shorts were so thin, and the wetness made it easy to see my pubic hair pressed against the fabric. I normally would have felt embarrassed, but right then I felt proud of myself - and happy. There was a strange moment, where we just stared at each other, our handsome wet bodies, by the edge of the river in the rain. Page finally said, "Shelly, you look so beautiful." "I feel beautiful." "You should never wear a bra - ever again." When she said that, I don't know why - but I shuddered. Page said, "Lets move, we should find a campsite, we're gunna get cold." The rain was suddenly much harder, and there was a feeling of urgency. I was getting cold, and I thought Page was feeling it too. Plus, it was starting to get dark. We hiked up a small hill well above the river, and Page pointed to a flat spot near some trees. She explained we needed a safe spot if the river flooded over its banks. "This'll be perfect." She said in a surprisingly calm voice. The tent was tricky to set up in the rain and the darkness. We had only slept out under the stars so far on this trip, so the tent was something totally new to me. But Page was confident and reassuring, and I felt like I was completely dependent on her. I was cold and shivering. My sister skillfully guided me with the fabric and the poles. It took a few minutes, but a little dome shape emerged from the nylon. Then Page adjusted a few things, and the tent was all set up, and it looked small. It had a main area inside, that was just barely big enough for the two of us, and it had a small covered vestibule. Page said, "You should get in first - it's too small in there for both of us right away." I said, "Okay." Then Page said, "Your clothes are all wet, just take them off and leave them in the vestibule area." "Okay." I took off my shoes and socks and stood on the wet grass. And then it struck me, that all I was wearing was my t-shirt and running shorts. "Page, you know I'm not wearing a bra or panties right now. What should I do?" "You'll have to just take everything off and get in - if you have any wet clothing on, you'll never get warm." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm gunna do the same thing..." "Okay." "Good, please hurry, I'll get in after you." "Okay." I said. And - as fast as I could lifted my t-shirt over my head and pulled my shorts off. Then, for a brief moment, I was standing naked in the cold rain and the icy breeze. There was something magical about it, something that felt beautiful. I was feeling defiant against everything our mother had tried to make of us. "Please hurry, we need to get warm." Page said. Before I could even think, I was in the tent, on the nylon floor. The sound of the heavy rain was loud when I got inside. My clothes were sopping, and I just left them in a little ball under the vestibule. There was something so dark and safe about being inside the tent. The red fabric seemed to create a magic feeling of security. Page got undressed even faster than I did. I watched from my seated position in the tent. And she stood out side the tent door, naked and wet. There was such urgency about everything, I didn't realize how strange all this seemed. I could see my sister through the low tent door from her belly button on down, and even though it was getting dark - I could see she was naked - and something seemed so strange. She stayed out side in the pouring rain for just a little longer. She was busy with our gear, and it took me a moment to figure it out why it seemed so strange. She didn't have any pubic hair. I didn't know what this meant. I had hair, it was thin, and something new to me - but Page was older, but she didn't have any. I had seen her naked before, but I guess it must have been a long time ago, when we were little girls. But right then, Page was all business, and she handed in some gear in a big red stuff sack, "Here, everything in this bag is dry." I took it and pushed it in a corner. Then Page handed me both of our sleeping bags, each in a waterproof stuff sack. And a few other items, all in little stuff sacks. All of this gear was making the inside of the tiny tent crowded. Page said, "I think that's everything, I'll leave the packs out here - they have plastic bags inside, so everything will be fine." I said, "Okay." "I'm coming in." I moved over and tried to give her some room. It was so dark in the tent, and it was a deep red. "I don't want either of us to get too cold," Page announced, and then she zipped the tent door closed. It was suddenly so dark it was hard to see anything. She said, "This tent is so tiny, I think our body heat should warm it up a little." It was so tiny and dark, and we were both wet, naked and sort of stoned from the tea. We ended up giggling and bumping into each other. Page said, "Let's roll these sleeping pads out." So, for the next few minutes we squirmed around in the dark, my wet skin was constantly touching Page. It was really funny, and we both seemed aware at how goofy this all seemed. Little by little, we helped each other and managed to lie out the inflatable sleeping pads. Page knew that I needed help with even the simplest camping chores, and she was really patient and helpful. It was so dark that it was a really awkward trying to get it all done. But, We blew both of them up, and set them down under us. It felt so much better; to sit on the dry pad, rather than the floor of the tent, the softness really helped. "Are you still cold?" Page asked. "Not too bad." I answered. "I know I have a flashlight in here, and a little towel too." She spoke as she rummaged around in the dark, searching each little bag. I felt so strange; Page and I were both completely naked in this tiny little tent. It was so dark that I could barely see anything, but all I could do was sit there as Page searched around. "Can I do anything?" I asked. "No, don't worry, it's in the tent somewhere." I said, "That was fun when we crossed the river." Page rummaged around and replied, "It was great, I just loved knowing that we couldn't get any wetter!" "And I like this tent, it's really cute." And she giggled, "It is cute isn't it." "It's so tiny." "It sure is, but I'm glad we brought it." "So am I." "I can't find the flashlight. Did I check everything?" "No, I can feel that there's another bag near me, here in this corner." "Good," and Page moved in and got right next to me. She seemed oblivious to how close were. Maybe it was because I was still cold, but I suddenly felt insecure and nervous, but she was just so confident as she moved and talked. "Yes, I think it's in here." Page said as she found the little stuff sack. She moved back and sat in front of me. The tent was so tiny; there was no place except right where I sat. I was sitting Indian style, and Page was sitting right across from me, and it was so dark, I could hardly tell, but I knew she was sitting cross-legged Indian style too. "I hope I can find the flashlight." Page said. I mumbled, "This is so weird..." Then Page said, "Oooh, I found my comb, I can feel that." She moved a little, and our knees touched. We sat like this as Page looked through the bag of stuff. Page said, "And I found the little towel." "I feel so weird, in the dark like this, it's just so - I don't know, so mystical." Page said, "I know - The tea is playing tricks on my eyes, it just seems so hard to see anything." I laughed, "Page, that's because it's dark!" "I know, but it's so weird and red in here." And she was right, it was weird - the color was so intense and the noise of the rain was loud. Drinking the tea had a spooky effect on my perception, on both of us. The color was just so rich, and Page was close to me, but without really seeing her - it felt like we were both just souls floating in some dark red cloud. Then she said, "I found it!" And then suddenly the light was on, and I was sort of blinded by its intensity. The red color in the tent was so vibrant. Even before my eyes adjusted, I was shocked to realize that Page was sitting right across from me - totally naked, with her knees spread wide. And so was I. "Oh NO! Page - turn it off!" And she could hear the fear in my voice, and she snapped it off. It was inky and dark again, like we were underwater. But the image of Page was just burned into my vision. She was naked with her legs spread wide in that seated pose, and somehow glistening from the wet rain. I didn't know what to think. My deep impression was of absolute and perfect beauty, her wet skin and her wonderful body - and, her legs so wide apart right in front of me - for some reason it scared me. The exquisite beauty of everything was just overwhelming. It was so intense that it was scary. We sat there quiet for a moment, listening to the droning noise of the rain on the fabric of the tent. My eyes seemed sort of shocked by that moment with the light on, and they worked to adjust to the darkness. The interior of the tent was almost throbbing the pale evening light just barely let me see anything. My sister, just inches in front of me was just a silhouette in the dark. "Page, this is too much - I mean, we're both naked and..." "I turned the light off." "Yeah, but it's just so..." Page interrupted, "Shhhh, it's okay - really." "I'm worried." There was a little pause, and then Page asked. "Can I comb your hair, like I used to do." "Really?" "Yeah - I have my comb in my hand, it was in the pouch with the lamp." I gasped out, "Yes, Page - Please!" And in the darkness of the tent - I leaned my head in toward Page, and she gently touched my head. Then, she carefully took the comb and ran it thru my wet hair. I immediately felt better. "Oh my goodness, Page, this feels so wonderful!" "Shelly, do you remember how we used to do this in our room as little girls?" "Yes, I always LOVED it so much." "So did I..." And she combed my long straight hair, down in front of my face. She was slow and smooth with each long stroke, it felt so wonderful. Page calmly spoke, "I remember we would do it in our room, at night, in the bed together - in the dark - just like this." "I remember..." The sensation of the comb in my hair, and Page's gentle movements made me feel so content and peaceful. The sensation was so tender and amazingly loving. Page asked, "Does this feel okay?" "Yes - Page, it's magical." The feeling of the comb sent little tingles across my whole body. My sensitivity to touch was so amplified from the tea. I shivered a little from the intensity. Page asked, "Are you cold?" "No, It's you and the combing - I'm all tingly and it's nice." Page said, "I feel a little cold." I asked, "Do you have that towel?" "Yeah, it's right here," And Page handed it to me. The towel wasn't much; it was just a little bigger than a dishcloth. But it was clean and dry. I asked, "Can I dry you off?" "Okay, should I stop combing your hair?" "No - Please, no. It feels so wonderful." And I held the little towel in my hand, and reached out and touched Page's leg; it was touching my leg in the dark. I gently let the fabric glide across her damp skin. She was sitting Indian style, cross-legged and I was mirroring the same pose. I wiped her knee to her ankle, on both legs. And she kept on combing, in smooth steady strokes. There was a calm and delicious rhythm to her motions. And, my hand with the little towel seemed to match that rhythmic motion. Long gentle strokes. Page said, "I'm so glad you said yes when I asked you to come out camping with me." "Page, this has been so wonderful - I've missed you." "I've missed you too." I carefully wiped her thighs. They felt so strong and so healthy. It seems weird, but she just felt so alive. I said, "This is so intense, I mean, your legs feel really fit." Page said, "I've been running on the cross country team at school." "That's sounds so nice, your legs just feel so muscular and healthy." "It's from running, I love it, I have a lot of friends on the team, and it's been so good for me." "I know mom would want you to quit the team and get married to a good Mormon boy." "That's never gunna happen - EVER!" Page spoke with such a tone of defiance, and it was so great for me to hear. My life has been so sheltered, and Page was saying thing I had NEVER heard before. I giggled and said, "I need to spend more time with you, I think you're a good influence on me." Then Page whispered, "It's because I love you so much." And we stayed silent as she combed and I dried her smooth skin. And the motions seemed to merge, like we were doing a slow artful dance in the darkness of the tiny tent. I continued drying with the little towel, and I move my motions up her thigh. I didn't want to touch her - between her legs. I mean, it was dark - but it would have been too intense. I didn't want to do anything awkward. But at the same time, I felt like that would have been impossible to do anything WRONG, right then it felt like we were just so connected. I mean - We had both just seen each other in that electric moment when the flashlight was on. And I could see her, I mean, sitting right in front of me Indian style - I could see right between her legs. And I know she could see me too. So - I had to try and visualize as best as I could in the dark where I was putting my hand. I carefully dabbed the little towel around the area of her - well, between her legs, being careful not to press too hard. But, for some reason, I was especially gently. The tea seemed to create such a heightened sense of emotion, and knowing that Page didn't have any pubic hair just made everything even more intense. I moved very slow and deliberately. I used the little towel and dried the rest of her, and I was cautious, my hands moved so smooth and slow. We were both silent as I dried, and she combed. I said, "Lets switch, I wanna comb your hair." "Okay." And, in the dark I took the comb and handed her the little towel. I reached forward and found her head, and I set the comb in place and I drew it through her damp hair. Our knees were pressing against each other, and I could feel Page's hands as she gently let the towel move along my legs. Page asked, "Are you still ticklish?" "A little - I think." "I remember how incredibly ticklish you used to be, it was so cute." "You used to make me wet my pajamas!" Page giggled, "It was cute..." "Well be careful, I have this comb in my hand - okay?" And I could feel the towel running along my inner thigh. Page said, "I'll be very gentle." And then we were silent. Page began to pat and dab, very slowly, with the soft towel near my - well, between my legs. I was shocked at how wonderful it felt. I stopped combing. Page's touch was so delicate, and she moved in a circle around my pubic hair - just like I did to her. But Page did it for so much longer than I did. It was a slow gentle patting, in a circle, in the dark - and it seemed like the damp towel was getting really close to my - my... And then Page moved and rubbed my tummy with the towel. And I started to comb her hair again. Page said, "Here, Let me dry your back." And she reached around behind me. It meant we had to lean in toward each other, the way we were sitting with our knees touching. I stopped combing and she rubbed the towel all along my back, I kind of shivered from the sensation. I said, "This feels great." The way we leaned in, our heads were setting snug against each other's shoulders. And, in the darkness, I could hear her breathing up next to my ear. Page whispered, "Your hair smells so good." "It does? I haven't shampooed in a few days." "It's sage! We've been camping in the dust and the sand - and it made your hair smell like the sagebrush!" And I put my nose into her hair, and took a slow deep breath, and it was so delicious. She was right - It smelled like sage. I said, "This smells better than any shampoo ever could." And we just let ourselves sit there, our noses deep in the other's damp hair, all smooth from the combing. Page had her hands around my back, and rubbed with the towel. It was dark, and we were naked - it felt beautiful and the delicate sage smell was like an intoxicating perfume. The smell, and Page's tender voice in the dark were engulfing me, swallowing me into a deep pool of beauty. I was just awash in such an enormous feeling of love. It was an emotional blossoming of my soul. And then Page moved a little and whispered, "Hold still." And I did, I held myself motionless. She put her face right up to mine, and let her eyelashes flutter against my nose. I instantly giggled and said, "Butterfly kisses!" "We used to do this all the time, remember!" I said, "Let me do it to you." And I blinked the way I had as a little girl, and I tickled my sister's face, all over. Page said, "This is so cute - I forgot how much I love this! "Do you remember we used to say, butterfly kissed make it all better!" We both laughed. The love I felt for Page was boundless. Then Page slid the towel down my back toward my bottom. And - for some reason I let out a mournful little "Ohhh..." Page stopped with the towel and asked, "Shelly? What?" "It's my - It's just my bottom." "What is it, you sound sad?" "It's just that - I mean - I just hate my bottom." "Shelly - No, don't say that..." "It's just so big." Page said, "No it's not." And she put the towel against it and rubbed all over it. She said, "It's not big, it feels pretty." I said, "Mom is so worried about me finding a husband, she's been telling me I should loose weight." Page interrupted, "That's terrible, you're totally perfect!" "It makes me feel awful, she says my bottom is too big to ever get a husband." Page continued to rub with the towel, all over my bottom. And she said, "Oh no, don't listen to her - it's totally wrong of her to say that..." "I just hate my bottom, it's so big, I just hate it so much..." And there was some sort of gloomy emotion in my voice. It felt like the tea was amplifying my feelings, even my sad ones. "No - don't say that..." "But..." "Shelly - NO!" Page stated, "It's beautiful, it is - really and truly." "Page that's nice of you to say, but it's just so..." "No - Please don't say anything more. Listen, I have been with you for three days now, and all you've worn are your cute shorts. And remember, I've hiked right behind you - and I love being able to see your super beautiful bottom." "Really?" Page let go of the towel and put both hands on my bottom, and gently caressed it. We were still sitting Indian style, knee to knee, so it felt almost like an embrace as she reached around me. She said, "Yes - really, it's so perfect and so smooth and..." "Page, are you saying this just to make me feel better?" "No, I really and truly mean it." There was a long pause, with my sister's hands gently touching my bottom. Page then said, "I love your beautiful bottom so much, I want to tickle it with little butterfly kisses!" It was such a weird thing for Page to say, but it sounded so sweet and so honest. I said, "Really?" And Page said, "Don't you remember? Butterfly kissed make it all better!" I giggled and said, "You would do that, for me?" "Yes, butterfly kisses are so perfect - it would be a way to..." And she stopped in mid sentence. We sat there in silence, the rain was slowing down. I said, "I love butterfly kisses." "And I love your bottom..." And everything was so dream like and strange. And I felt like so many of my fears and restrictions were washing away. I had always felt so ashamed of my bottom, and now Page was letting me know that I shouldn't feel that way. I just loved her for saying all that. I just was letting myself believe it, to really believe it. "Page - Thank you, it helps me so much to hear you say that." "Shelly, is it okay? Can I?" "What?" "Can I make little butterfly kisses on your bottom?" "Would you?" "Please, Shelly - Yes." Page sounded so thoughtful and kind, that I just seemed to melt. I moved from my sitting position, it was tricky to do in the tiny tent. It was dark, so I moved slowly and I lay myself down on my tummy, on the sleeping pads, and I had the soft down sleeping bag under me as I melted into the softness of everything. Then Page moved and sat on the sleeping pad down near my legs, she was so cautious and gentle that it was comforting. I had to spread my legs a little, and she felt like she was sitting between my knees. Page giggled, "Shelly, it's just so dark, I'm not sure where your bottom is." And then I felt it, the tiny tickle sensation of Page's fluttering eyelashes on my bottom. It was electric, I don't know if it was the tea, or just the emotional closeness - but it was like I was awash in sympathetic shivers. It was strange, and at the same time really nice. My initial feeling was that Page was joking - or being mean. But, she was so genuine and she seemed so happy. "Shelly, you smell nice..." "I do?" "Yes, you smell like a little baby." "I think it's my wipes." She said, "You mean those little baby diaper wipes you brought?" "Yes, I brought that pouch with me. They smell like baby powder. And I have been so careful to stay clean, I have been using them a lot..." "It's nice, you smell really wonderful." And Page just kept doing it. Doing a delicate little blinking, right against my bottom. It went on and on and on - and I was joyous. I said, "Page, this is so funny - I mean, it's just so funny that you're doing this to me." Page giggled and said, "I wanted to do this - I like it." "I can tell!" Then she put her hands on my bottom, on each side near my hips. Page whispered, "It's so smooth." "Oh my goodness Page, this is so nice - I can't believe how good this feels." Page just let out a contented, "Mmmmmm..." I whispered, "It feels so good." "I want to see." "What? "I want to see. I want to turn the flashlight on." "You do? But, is it..." "Oh please - let me turn the light on, please, I know it must be so pretty, I really want to see." "I - I don't know if..." I said. She whined, "Pleeeeeease?" "But Page..." "Oh please, this is so nice - please." she begged. Page said, "It's just..." "Shelly," she interrupted. "I've been totally honest when I told you how much I love your bottom. I'm not kidding." "But..." Page went on, "Please listen to me, I love your bottom, really - I do. I love your smooth, soft, perfect and beautiful bottom. I pulled your shorts down today, remember? And I got to see it, just for a second. It was so pretty. So please - please let me do this, I'm begging you, please." "But..." With desperation in her voice, she said, "Shelly - please, I have to do this." After a long pause, I quietly answered, "Okay." Page reached into the corner of the tent near my head, and I don't know how she did it, but she just seemed to grab the flashlight in the dark. With out any hesitation, there was a little click, and the tent was all lit up. The way I was laying on my tummy, my face was looking to the side, right up near the tent fabric. The color red was rich and vibrant, and it's all I could perceive, just a warm thick red glow - it was really comforting. There was a pocket in the side of the tent, and Page put the flashlight in it so it pointed up away from us, to the ceiling. The effect was subtle and the inside of the red tent was lit with a warm reflective glow. And then Page said, "Shelly, oh my God." I asked, "What?" "It's - I mean, what you are doing is so wonderful." "What? Tell me." "You're kind of pumping your hips, its - its really beautiful." It took me a second to realize what she was saying, but it was true. I was kind of unconsciously rubbing myself, my groin, against the sleeping pad. I whispered, "I don't understand what's happening." Page said, "It's okay - I like it, don't stop..." I tried to understand what I was doing, the little humping motion. It felt unconscious, and at the same time somehow honest and perfect. I asked, "Why is my bottom doing that?" "Maybe it's from the tea, I know it's making me feel really odd." "I can't help doing this, it's funny." And then Page said, "Shelly - it looks so nice, it's beautiful." And then, for the next five minutes Page told me over and over (and over!) how pretty she thought my bottom was. Her words were like medicine, and she was curing me. Hearing her, and the honesty in her voice, just sent me to a heavenly place. I just allowed my hips to pump, and to move with that deep natural rhythm. I let it happen - I enjoyed it. The effects of the tea just made everything so much more mystical. It's hard to explain, but it felt like God was finally letting me know who I really was - and I was beautiful, just like Page was telling me. I asked, "This is so wonderful, thank you. It feels so good to hear you say all those nice things about - well, about my bottom, about me, about something that I makes me feel so bad." "Shelly, right now I'm just completely filled with love." And I was too. On a deep and almost spiritual level, I was just delighted. Something had happened, the tea had released something in me. Everything was so beautiful, and my love for Page was totally overwhelming. The whole world, right then, was perfect and wonderful in a way that is almost impossible to explain. Then Page said, "Something has happened - I feel so glorious." And then I felt my sister's hands on my bottom, they were warm and gentle. All I could do was let out a contented, "Mmmmmmm!" The sensation of Page's hands, careful and tender upon my bottom, just made me feel like I was melting. She was silent and focused as she caressed and massaged my bottom. It was like she was capable of sending love right through her fingertips. I could feel it, it was real. "Thank you Page - I love this..." I was so peaceful, and with Page's help, I felt like I really loved my bottom, I was happy about it - I knew what Page said about it being beautiful was true, I could FEEL her honesty. And then I felt something that I didn't expect. Page was holding my soft bottom in a way that - that, I mean, she was spreading the cheeks apart - and she wasn't rubbing, she was frozen - holing my bottom like that - open... Page whispered, "Oh God..." "What is it?" I asked. I was afraid to move. "Shelly - it's - it's..." "What?" "- it's - it's..." And now I felt scared, what was happening? "Say it..." Page paused for a long time before she spoke. And we were both so still, with her hands holding my butt cheeks apart. "Shelly - I can see your little bum-hole - and it's so pretty. It's tiny and it's pink." "It is?" "Oh my God, Shelly - it's so cute." "It is?" And page giggled as she said, "Yes! it's cute!" For some reason, I was relived, it was like hearing joyful news. It was a wonderful feeling, and I felt myself smile. Page just sat there, making a sort of cooing noise as she gently held the cheeks of my bum apart. I knew she was looking, and it made me fee so comforted. It went on like this for a few minutes, and I felt myself arch my back so she could see better. Then, I heard it - and I felt it. Page was KISSING my bottom, with her lips! Sweet little tender kisses - soft and kind. I felt like my whole soul was on overload. My sister wouldn't stop. She was squeezing my bottom with her hands, and kissing my bottom - all over, with wet little kisses. Some kind of crazy happiness was just washing over me. And then, she spread my cheeks wide and I heard her say, "the baby wipes make everything so sweet..." And from that point on, each little kiss got closer to my - to my... Suddenly I felt a soft tender kiss, right on my little bum-hole. I shuddered, and flinched... And then I was squirming, and the emotions unleashed seemed too strong - too powerful. I was scared and at the same time I was moving on some unconscious level. It felt wonderful, but it was too much. I somehow moved and squirmed around, I wasn't on my tummy anymore, I had my hands on my sister. I was breathing hard. Then I said, "Page, This is, please - I need - I need..." "What?" asked Page. I took a deep breath, and tried to collect myself. Then I said, "Page, please, just lie down next to me, under the blanket - I feel cold. Okay?" And then - almost instantly - we were under the thick blanket, and we were in a comforting embrace. A snuggling pose, the way we slept on cold winter night so long ago. I squeezed Page and whispered, "What's happening?" Page could tell I was started by what just happened. "I don't know, but I just feel like I can see things differently, and everything is so beautiful - especially you." "I feel so strange..." "Is it bad - or scary?" "No - it's really nice." When she spoke it was warm and kind, "That's good - I don't want you to feel anything that's not beautiful." "Okay." "I don't want you to feel worried or bad about anything." "Page, you just kissed me, the way you did - it was just too intense..." "I don't know why I did that - it just felt so natural - I just feel this deep love exploding from everywhere..." I thought for a moment before whispering, "This is just so intense - I don't understand what I'm feeling..." Page knew this was confusing for me. And in a nice calm voice she said, "Lets just concentrate on how nice it is to be all warm - okay?" "Okay..." It was so true - the warmth was magical, and the sensation of our bodies touching under the blanket was consoling and beautiful. Page said, "Mmmm, this is nice." Hearing Page sound so kind, and feeling her so close - I was kind of spinning out of control. The things I was feeling were intense, they were overwhelming me. The sensations when Page looked at my bottom, and - oh God - kissing my little bum-hole, it was just too powerful. I couldn't handle it. So I started to talk, I just kind of babbled. About our time in the dessert - and how weird that everything had been since we drank that tea. Page said, "That tea just transported me to some higher place..." I felt the same way, transported. But, I wanted to talk about superficial things, about nothing, I wanted to deny what I was feeling. I wanted to stay silent - to avoid what was happening, but instead, without knowing why, I asked, "Page, why don't you have any pubic hair?" There was a pause, and Page giggled and said, "I shaved it off." I was shocked, I had never heard of anything like that. My little religious town, and my strict family were so sheltering. And to hear my sister say that, I was electrified. I asked, "What? Why? I don't understand?" Page answered me. She told a long story about how her roommate at the college dorm had done it, and why. Page's roommate had a boyfriend, and she had even had sex - and Page seemed fascinated. Her roommate would tell her thing, really intimate things, and she even told her about how she had shaved her own pubic hair. It was such a thrilling thing to hear, that Page did it to herself. All I could say in response was, "Oh my goodness." And then Page whispered, "I like it, it feels nice..." And then I blurted out, "But - But, what if Mom finds out?" Page replied, "I don't care about Mom anymore. She was wrong to try and control our lives." I LOVED hearing her say that, I said, "Mom could be so hard on us..." "It was awful." There was a long silence. And so much was becoming clear to me about who I really was, and everything that was holding me back. I said, "Do you remember how much trouble we got in when Mom caught us - when we were pretending to breast feed our little dolls." Page said, "Mom made me feel so bad, we were just little girls playing a pretend game." "And she blamed Terri for it!" "That's right - Mom got so mad at Terri, because she breast fed her baby." Terri was our oldest sister, and she had a beautiful child - a healthy daughter named Jenny. This all happened when Page and I were both still pretty little. She lived just down the street from us, and we spent a lot of time with her. And Mom would just get so worked up about how she was raising the baby. I said, "It seemed so mean the way Mom wanted Terri to bottle feed Jenny." "Yeah, and Terri was so happy breast feeding little Jenny." "Do you remember, when mom wasn't there, we asked Terri, and she let us watch how she fed Jenny." "And we could NEVER let Mom know, because she thought it was just so wrong. I am so glad Terri let us watch, I got right in close to really see it." "Oh yeah - I loved that, I really did. I remember how you and I would talk about it at night in bed." "I thought it was the most precious and beautiful thing I had ever seen," "I did too!" I said, "It was so beautiful - I remember we would stay up late, and whisper under the covers, and just go on and on about how someday we were going to feed our babies." "I remember that." "Oh Page, we shared so much during those nights. We both got so excited about it." "I know." "We would, someday, let our babies suck on our nipples, how it would be the most wonderful thing ever..." "Yes, I wanted to grow up right then, and have nice big breasts too, so a sweet little baby could suck on them." "Oh my goodness, I still want that!' And then Page said, "Well, at least now you have nice big breasts..." "They're not that big." "Well, they are bigger than mine." "Just by a little bit." "Listen, when you got out of the water, after we crossed the river, I was - I mean - just seeing you all wet, without a bra, I think you have such beautiful and perfect breasts, it was so wonderful. I was so happy for you." I giggled and said, "Thank you, that's so sweet." "It's true, I really feel that way." Page and I had always been so close, and hearing her say this, while hugging each other so tight was really emotional. That wonderful tea just seemed to heighten everything, and it was all so tender and beautiful. I said, "I remember how happy Terry looked when Jenny would drink her milk." "Yes, I loved how hard the baby would suck, it surprised me, but it was the most beautiful thing ever - I loved it so much." "So did I..." Then Page asked, "Do you think my breasts are too small, I mean, too small to let a baby feed?" I replied, "Oh no, you have such a pretty body, and you'll be a wonderful mother. Lots of women nurse with tiny breasts. Don't worry." Page whispered, "Thank you..." I asked, "Do you ever wonder about it?" "What, having a baby?" I said, "No, how it would feel - I just remember how it made Terri feel, she said it was better than anything she'd ever felt - ever." "I remember her saying that." I said, "But, do you ever wonder about it - I mean, how it would feel, that sucking feeling?" "Oh yes, it must feel absolutely magical." I said. Page said, "You think about it too?" "Oh my goodness, YES - I really do think about it. I was so envious of Terri, I just thought it was so pretty. It would be the most wonderful feeling, don't you think?" "Yeah, it was beautiful." "Her nipple would get all stiff, and it was so cute when little baby Jenny sucked on it..." Page said, "It looked so lovely, all slippery and wet." "Yes - It was beautiful, I was so totally envious..." And when I said that, my voice seemed to tremble with emotion, and Page heard it. "Oh Shelly, don't feel bad - it's okay." "It was just - so beautiful - so beautiful," I stammered. Page tried to console me, "You're right, it was beautiful." "What's happening? I don't know why I'm so emotional." And then I started to cry. Page said, "Shelly, it's okay, I'm right here..." "Why am I so upset?" "Please, Don't cry - How can I help?" "I don't know. I just feel so sensitive all of a sudden." "What can I do?" "It's just - I mean - Terri seemed so happy, and I want to feel that way too, I want it so bad..." "Oh Shelly, it's okay." "I just WANT it so bad." And then Page whispered, "I understand, really I do..." She sounded loving and wonderful. There was something so compassionate in Page's voice. Maybe it was the tea, but right then I was feeling so vulnerable. I rolled away from Page, and I lay there, under the blanket on my back. I stared up at the red glow of the tent lit by the little flashlight, and cried softly. Page was right next to me, and I could tell she was concerned. She said, "Shelly, it's okay to be upset - what you are describing really is something beautiful." I whispered, "It's so sad..." And I looked at Page, at her sweet and beautiful face. She looked so worried. We were both under the blanket, and it felt warm and comfortable. The atmosphere was so tender, and the love I felt for Page was powerful and bewildering. Page whispered, "Shelly, I want to help." And she squeezed me tight as I cried, and in a desperate attempt to calm me down, she gently kissed my neck. Soft tiny kisses, one after another. It felt so loving and tender - it was wonderful. I whispered, "Page, I love you - I really do." "I love you too." The little kissed moved to my shoulders, and the sound of each wonderful kiss was like a love song, just for me. And then, like it was meant to be, Page pulled the blanket down and my breasts were suddenly exposed. I felt no embarrassment or shame - I only felt a deep overwhelming joy. Page sat there, and stared at my breasts, and I was shocked at how hard my nipples seemed, I don't know if I had ever seen them like that - so hard and erect. My sister sat frozen for a long time, looking at me - at my chest in the soft light of the tent. It felt wonderful, and then she slowly leaned in and carefully kissed one nipple, and then the other. Page looked in my eyes and tenderly asked, "Did that help?" I realized then that I had stopped crying. I smiled and answered, "Yes, a little..." Page smiled and said, "Good, I'm glad." "Page - Thank you..." Page was breathing deep, in this really haunting way - and we both just stayed still, and everything was all focused on my breasts. It was so weird and intense, I mean - my nipples were so hard, and I don't know how to explain how beautiful it all seemed. And I could tell that Page was just as affected as I was. Then Page, my beautiful sister, kissed my nipples - both of them - again. But this time a little more slowly. "Page, thank you, this feels nice..." And, little by little, the kissing turned to sucking. The feeling was so tender - so unbelievably loving, that it felt like I was swimming in a deep and honest love. As Page sucked on my nipples, it was as if all my dreams had come true - I was emotionally fulfilled and joyous. I whimpered, "Page - I love you - I love you..." As Page sucked one nipple, I could look at my other one, and it was moist and erect. My breasts were getting wet from my sisters tongue and sucking. I let my fingers touch her shoulders and forehead - and her soft blond hair. I don't know how long Page sucked my nipples - but it felt like heaven had opened up for me. Page had been lying just to my side, but then she moved over, and climbed on top of me. She straddled me, with one leg on each side of my belly. She felt smooth and so warm and alive. And then I felt it - and I didn't understand it - But, her hips were doing that pumping motion, just like mine had done. It felt lovely and delicious. And then Page got going faster, and the motion pushed the blanket totally off. Maybe it was the tea, and maybe it was my eyes adjusting to the dim light - but I could see everything so clearly. The little tent was lit by the small flashlight, but it felt so warm and alive, like the glow was a loving cradle, somehow squeezing both of us. With the blanket off, I was just amazed at how beautiful Page looked. My sister, my self, the motions and the smell - all of it was unimaginably perfect. Page was licking and sucking with this wonderful abandonment. It was like she was lost, and almost in a trance - she was sucking on my nipples so intensely, like it was a deep truth within her - and she was finally living it... My nipples were erect and slippery, just like Terri's with her little baby. And it was so wonderful, the sensations made me feel so happy. I just gently played with Page's silky blond hair as she sucked... And I stammered, "Page, this - this - this - feels so good." I was surprised that my voice sounded so - I don't know, so excited. Then Page sat up and looked at me, she had this amazing expression - it was like I was seeing her for the very first time. She just stared at me, and she let me look at her - her bare breasts, just a little bit smaller than mine were so exquisite and perfect. It was like seeing something magical. And then she began to rub herself against my leg. It was smooth and steady. And her breasts jiggled with each thrust of her hips. Page said, "I don't understand what's happening..." I replied, "It's beautiful - It's so beautiful..." "Are you sure?" "Don't stop - It's beautiful..." Page sat up, and looked at me. And I could see her, and her beautiful body. Her breasts were small and delicate, and her nipples were tiny and hard. The red glow of the tent made her look like a radiant spirit, a being beyond the natural limitations. It was like she was on fire. And then she sat up, onto her knees, and hovered above me. Her legs spread wide, and I could see the plump pink lips of her shaved vagina, and it seemed damp and everything almost glistened in the pale light. She was doing this, this pose up on her knees for me - so I could see her - all of her. Page was breathing deep, and her naked body seemed to pulsate with a rhythm of each inhalation. She looked so absolutely beautiful and perfect. I was overwhelmed with a joyous emotion. Page said, "I feel so good right now - I feel wonderful." I was so flooded with emotion, maybe from the tea and maybe from my sister and her behavior, all I could say was, "Page, I love you." She whispered, "I love you too." With that, Page crawled up and kissed me, and her lips were wet, from the way she licked my nipples. I was amazed at how she tasted, it was hot, slippery and delicious. The kiss from Page was right on my lips, and she kissed delicate and slow. She was sitting right on top of me, straddling me. And because of the kiss, and the emotional intensity, she started to rub her crotch harder against my belly. I was still breathing hard, and trying to kiss - and now Page was rubbing her wet vagina against me, in firm stokes. Then Page broke off the kiss and moved up so she could kiss my nose, my forehead and then the top of my head, and she moved a little more. All the while rubbing her slippery groin against my torso. Then she kissed the top of my head. Page was inching her way up along my belly with her crotch. At first I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I could tell she was trying to do something. She had talked so much about my nipples, and she was so attentive to them. She had obsessed about it, and I had too. As soon as I felt knew, I said aloud to Page, "Please - yes..." "Oh God - I feel so..." "Page?" "I feel glorious - I feel so honest." To sit the way she was, Page had to lean over me, and in doing so she was hovering above me. Her perfect breasts hung down near my face. I carefully watched as moved herself, slowly, inching forward on her knees, until she was squatting directly above my small breasts. Page had her legs wide, and her hips were moving with a luscious rhythm. She was showing me her wet swollen vagina. Her shaved skin was smooth and pink, like a little girl's - and it was all wet and glistening in the red glow of the tiny flashlight. She whispered, "This feels so honest." I just lay there, with wide eyes, staring up at Page. I was awash in an all-consuming feeling of joy. My sister looked so angelic and perfect, I was frozen with anticipation. Page whispered, "We have such similar breasts." "It's true, we're sisters." "But - Shelly - look at your nipples, they are, Oh God, so much harder than mine." She was right, my nipples were unbelievably hard, and they were poking straight up as I lay on my back. "I don't know what's happening - they have never looked like this..." Page stammered, "They're beautiful - they're so beautiful." And as she said it, her hips seemed to quiver. I arched my back and gently touched one nipple to her wet vaginal lips. Immediately she shuddered and whispered, "Oh God - Shelly..." "Please Page," was all I said. She pushed her wet crotch against my breast, and I pushed back. Page carefully repositioned her knees, and her hands on the floor of the tent so she could firmly press herself into my hard nipple. And then she started moving herself faster. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Page was naked, and on top of me with her full breasts swinging above my face, and she was rubbing her wet vagina against my hard nipple. My hands were on her muscular little bottom, her vagina looked so beautiful, and wet. I was looking up - at my wet hard nipple, and her swollen open lips. Earlier, when Page said she felt some deep love exploding from everywhere, I had no idea what that really meant, but now - I finally understood. It was amazing. Looking at her, I could see my own breast getting soaked and slippery. Page started pumping faster. Page asked, "Is it inside?" "What?" "Your nipple, is it inside me?" "No, is that what you want?" "Yes, oh God - YES!" I moved my hand from Page's smooth bottom, to my own small breast. I was astounded at how pointy my nipples looked, I had never ever seen them so stiff and hard. I held it as best I could, and pushed the nipple against her wet lips. Page asked again - in a panicked voice, "Is it inside?" And I arched my back, and pushed up, and the slippery wet lips of my sister's vagina were cradling my firm nipple. "Yes - it's as deep as I can get it." Page thrust herself even faster, and said, "Oh God, it feels good." The sensations were electric. She was starting to pant, and my face seemed just a few inches from her sopping pink vagina lips. "Page, you are getting so wet," and it was true, my breast was getting unbelievably slippery with all the wetness. I could see her clitoris, it was plump and round, and just inches from my face. I carefully tried to push my hard nipple against it as Page rubbed. As soon as I touched it, Page gasped. "Oh God..." I asked, "Does this feel good?" "Yes - it's beautiful." Page panted. Her rhythm changed, and it was almost like she was no longer thrusting - but quavering, with her wet clit against my hard nipple. She was suddenly gripping my head, holding onto me, and her breasts were shaking with each shiver of her hips. And she was looking down at me, and my breast, at my chest. She was moaning like some little girl, in a way more intense than I had ever heard anybody - ever. Page was lost in some heavenly place. "Shelly - Oh God - Shelly!" Page stammered. And then she started to shake, and shiver, and it happened, she cried out my name, and suddenly my chest was hot and wet. My face was so close, and she was squirting - a strong stream of hot liquid. It looked like she was peeing, and it was so thrilling. I screamed out, "Yes!" Page pressed herself hard against me, and the squirting stream splattered as she pushed against my small breast. For just an instant, it was splashing on my face, and Page was panting, and quivering, and thrusting her hips. I couldn't believe what was happening, I could smell it, I could taste it - and I was sent to some higher realm. The stream of liquid slowly subsided, and Page seemed to heave and thrust with the powerful waves of passion. "Oh God Page," I whispered. Page seemed to melt, she hung onto me and panted, taking deep breaths, her whole body rocked with each strong inhalation. I was overcome by emotion, an intense love, and it was washing all through me. Page and I looked at each other, with a tremendous thirsting in our eyes. I ran my hands across her body, across her hips and breasts. Then she took my knees in her hands, she was calm and deliberate. But her hands on my knees felt like a jolt of energy. She pushed my knees high to my chest and spread my legs wide. I didn't fight it, I let her move my legs apart. She was focused on my crotch. "Oh God Shelly," she said in a shaky voice. It sounded so intense that I thought she was frightened. "What?" I asked. "Yes - yes, I feel wonderful. It's just that..." "What is it?" She spread my knees wider and moved herself lower to look more directly between my legs, and I think I moaned from the sensation. "It's - it's..." "What?" I asked. Page inhaled and spoke carefully, so I would get the full impact of every word, "Shelly, your - I can see everything. And - oh God, you're so wet and the skin in-between your - your butt cheeks is so incredibly smooth and you've dripped down into it and it's so wet." I wanted to say something, but all I could do was breath harder. I moved my hips, and it felt almost involuntarily, so now I was pointing my crotch up to her so she could see me even better. Page went on, "Shelly, your hair - your pubic hair - is so thin, and it's blond, and so wet - it's beautiful." Page paused and slowly said, "And - and your..." and she couldn't finish. "Please? What - tell me?" I asked. Page carefully replied, "Shelly - your little bum hole..." "Page - tell me." "Oh God, your bum hole - it looks so tiny, and it's pink - I didn't - I mean - I never thought it could be so pretty." At that point I grabbed my own knees and pulled them as wide as I could and arched my pelvis up toward Page, trying to show her everything. "Oh God Shelly - You're, it's so wonderful - your vagina is all open - and wet - and it's..." Page stared down for what must have been more than a full minute, and the whole time I watched her. Then, she looked at me and whispered, "Oh Shelly, I need to..." And she leaned forward and gently kissed my open vagina. I thought I might scream, the sensation was so intense. She was enormously gentle, and sat up enough so I could watch everything she was doing. I held my knees tight against my own shoulders, and I didn't move at all. I stammered, "Page - Oh God - Page..." Page paused for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Should I stop?" I blurted out, "No -Don't stop - I love you." I was shocked at my response, but it was involuntary - and true. Page put her mouth back in between my legs. She slowly started to build in intensity, and what was just gentle kissing turned to licking and then sucking. She was getting incredibly into it. She started to suck my small clitoris, and right then I knew it was going to happen. "Page - don't stop..." With that she sucked and licked even harder. Her hands moved under my bottom, and she started squeezing both cheeks, they were wet and slippery. I was breathing harder and she was making loud sloppy sucking noises. My pelvis started slowly pumping up against her mouth. Suddenly, her tongue moved down a little - Oh my God, she was licking my little bum hole - and I was even closer to exploding. "Page - Oh God - oh God..." This went on for a few minutes, and I couldn't believe how excited it made me. Then she moved back up to my clit and I watched her - her beautiful face was sopping and glistening. Then I watched as she tried to push her tongue as deep as she could, up into my slippery vagina. I could feel the ecstasy, and I had no idea I could feel this way. I let go of my knees and wrapped my thighs around Page's head, and I literally started to hump her face, and I started to shudder and then I started to moan - and then I felt like my whole body was vibrating. Then I kind of blurted out, between gasps, "Page - Oh God - I love you!" Page started to lick harder than I could have ever imagined. And then it happened. I'm not totally sure what I did, but it was loud and I must have screamed. I felt like my whole body, my whole soul - everything, just released in some giant explosion. It lasted for what seemed an eternity. Then I squealed, "Page, yes..." The sensitivity of everything had just multiplied, and her tongue felt like electricity. I was flooded with an intense rush. I screamed her name again, and I was overcome with a hot wave of passion. She sucked hard, as I convulsed in a heavenly climax. "Oh God- Oh God..." I stammered. Then, as it subsided, Page looked up at me and said, "Shelly - that was beautiful." Her face was literally dripping and she looked absolutely like an angel. I was so overcome with emotion, all I could say was, "Page - I love you." Page sat up and turned the flashlight off, and the storm had passed, and there was now a haunting glow of moonlight. Page pulled up the sleeping bag, and tucked it in snug around the both of us.