Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2011 19:50:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Anna MicCray Subject: Molly and Claire Part 1 If you're offended by reading about two underage girls who happen to be sisters engaging in sexual activities together, or if you're in a place that has some stupid rule about not reading such things, then I guess don't read any further. This story is a work of fiction, purely from the fantasies in my own sick mind. --Annie My name is Molly and this story takes place when I was twelve years old. When I was younger I was very much a tomboy. I loved to climb trees and explore the neighborhood. Sometimes I'd go into the dead factories near my house and look around, sometimes I'd go to the cemetery down the street at night. I wasn't very much into dolls or things like that. I especially hated baby dolls that you had to change and stop from crying. I mostly liked being by myself, but my best friend was my sister. Her name is Claire and she's four years older than me. By the time I was twelve we didn't hang out very much. She had her own friends and could drive and had high school stuff to do. We were still close though. Despite our age difference, a lot of people used to think, and still do sometimes, that we're twins. I've always been tall for my age and had a couple of inches on her at the time of this story. We're both extremely pale, rail-thin, with small breasts and round, protruding butts. My legs are longer and a little thinner than hers. The only big difference between us is the fact that she has black hair about to her shoulders and I have very light blonde hair to my chin with swooping bangs. Our faces are very similar, as we share the same eye shape, full lips and slightly upturned nose. At the time she hated being mistaken for my twin, but now that I'm in my twenties and she's in her thirties she doesn't mind so much. We wore the same clothes often and I got all of her hand-me-downs. Even though I was a tomboy my favorite color was pink, as was hers, and our wardrobes reflected that. Anyways, this story begins on a cold December night. In our area of the country we get lots of snow at that time of year and the temperature is often near zero. This night was no exception. My dad had turned on the heater in the house but it was still freezing. My blankets just weren't doing it for me. My sister had an adjoining room upstairs with me, while my parents' bedroom was downstairs. The door between Claire's room and mine was open and I could see her under her nice warm comforter, so I decided to join her. One of the reasons I was cold, I'm sure, was the fact that I slept naked. I could never seem to fall asleep with clothes on, even panties and a bra, so I just stripped them off after I would lay in bed. It was dark in my room but enough moonlight was reflecting off of the three feet of snow outside so I didn't have much trouble finding a pair of underwear and a tanktop. I crept slowly from my room to my sister's and knelt near the bed. She was on her side with her eyes closed, so she startled me when she asked what I was doing. "Hey. I can't sleep. It's too cold in my bed," I told her. "Well what do you want me to do about that? I'm not giving you my comforter," Claire replied after opening her eyes. I looked at her pleadingly. "Can I sleep with you in your bed? Please?" "Ok, Ok. Don't give me those sad eyes." Excitedly, I moved to the other side of the bed and crawled in under the covers. They were extraordinarily warm and I snuggled up with them up to my chin. My sister rolled over to face me. "Got any plans for this weekend?" She asked. "Nah, just staying home, doing some school work. What about you?" Claire often went out with her fellow cheerleaders so I figured they'd be out and about. "Nothing really," she said. "I've got homework too." We sat in silence for a couple of minutes and I thought maybe it was time to finally get some sleep, but Claire broke in suddenly. "Molly, can I ask you something?" "Sure," I replied. "So, you're pretty hot, and smart and stuff...I'm just wondering why you've never had a boyfriend. I mean, I know the guys at your school must like you." I had never really been interested in dating. Nobody seemed to appeal to me, and the thought of kissing a boy, even though I was already twelve, did absolutely nothing for me. "I don't know," I tried to explain. "There aren't any boys I like." "Oh," she said. "...What about you? I mean, I know you go on dates and stuff but you never have a steady boyfriend." It was true. I knew she went on dates because she'd always announce it. "Well I can't clean tonight, Mom, I have a date," she'd always say. Then my parents would try to pry information from her but she'd never really talk about it. I wasn't that interested so I never asked, but this seemed like an appropriate time to. After a brief silence, she responded. "I don't want a boyfriend. But I like to have fun sometimes, you know?" I didn't know, but nodded anyways. The truth is there was one person that I did have a bit of a crush on but felt strangely about it. One of my sister's friends, June, was absolutely gorgeous. She had really nice breasts and legs and was always especially sweet to me when we'd run into each other on occasion at my house. I'd had a couple of momentary fantasies about kissing her that I was always left confused by. I knew I could never tell anybody, but for some reason this conversation with Claire made me re-think that position. "Claire, have you ever--" I started. I couldn't find the words. "...Have I ever what?" She asked. "Have you ever...thought about...you know. Girls?" "What do you mean?" She said. I got the distinct impression from the tone in her voice that she knew exactly what I meant. "I mean, have you ever thought of kissing a girl?" I was started to get nervous and my voice quivered slightly. I don't know why I was asking her this. She and I were fairly close but not close enough for me to be saying this. "Oh. Well, sure. I mean, I think most girls have." "Really?" "Yeah. Why do you ask?" She continued. "Are you gay?" Kind of put-off by that question, I responded, "I didn't say that. I was just wondering. I mean, I guess I've thought about it and wanted to make sure it wasn't weird." "It's not weird," she replied, I think feeling a little guilty for asking that so suddenly. We had another brief lull in the coversation before she said, "...Have you ever kissed a girl before?" "No. But I've thought about it, I guess." "...Any particular girl?" She asked, timidly. I blushed but I don't think she could see it. "No, none in particular," I lied. "...I have," she said. "Really?? Who?" I asked eagerly. "You know June, from cheer team?" My heart skipped a beat. "You kissed June??" "Yeah," she grinned. "She's so pretty, and I couldn't help myself." "She is definitely pretty," I said. "Is she a good kisser?" "Oh yeah," my sister said. "She does this thing...it's kind of hard to explain, but I love it." "So you still kiss each other? Like it wasn't a one time thing?" Caught in her omission of truth, Claire stuttered for a moment. "Well, yeah. I mean sometimes when we're hanging out we'll just want to kiss each other, and stuff...." "'And stuff?' What does that mean?" I teased. "I don't know, just stuff! Geez, cut it out!" She had a huge smile on her face. "So you wanna know a sure-fire way to get a girl to like you?" She asked. Feeling infinitely more comfortable now, I nodded. "Start with her feet," she said. "Her feet?" "Yeah, if you start by giving a girl a foot rub, I guarantee she'll get naked with you. Trust me." It didn't make that much sense to me, but I would later realize how right my sister was. "Cool, I'll remember that. But, I wouldn't know what to do with a naked girl anyways." "Oh that's easy." "Easy for you maybe. But I've never even had a kiss before," I explained. We were so comfortable with each other, I was really enjoying our conversation. I'd never thought of myself as gay before, but talking with my sister made me realize, maybe I did like girls afterall. "Well...wanna practice?" "What, like on my hand or something?" "No, dummy. ...On me." I was very confused by this. Was my sister trying to kiss me? Dumbfounded, I just said, "Oh. Yeah, Ok." Claire sat up in bed and turned her body towards me. I saw what she was wearing for the first time since I'd gotten in bed as she pushed the comforter down. She had on her black and red striped bra and matching underwear. The bra fit fine but even in the darkness I could tell the underwear were a tight fit. I sat up too, and turned to face her. Visibly excited by this prospect, she swiped her hair behind her ears. "So kissing is really easy. It's more just going with the flow than anything. Just make sure you turn your head the opposite way she is so you don't run into each other." I nodded my understanding. She scooted closer to me. "Ready?" She asked. I nodded again, still very nervous. She leaned forward extremely slowly so the tips of our noses touched for a moment. Then we moved our heads to the side. I could feel her breath on my face and was somewhat surprised at how turned on I was getting. I could feel my nipples harden, this time not from the cold. Finally our lips met. I kept my eyes open and my mouth closed, but I could feel her open wet lips on mine. I desperately wanted to relax and open my mouth to meet hers but I was so nervous I just couldn't. After a few seconds she backed up. "You should relax a little more," she said. "I liked that," I blurted out. She smiled at me and asked if I wanted to try again. "This time relax your lips, Ok?" she instructed. She leaned in again, still moving slowly. This time she put her hand on my thigh, seemingly to balance herself, but it had the consequence of making my crotch dampen slightly. I relaxed, as she said, and our lips met again. As cliche as it may be it was like fireworks. Her lips tasted a little like mint from her toothpaste, and they were very, very soft. The kiss seemed to last forever. The entire time I could feel her breath on my cheek. Both of our breathing increased and the room seemed to go from twenty degrees to a hundred. She continually pushed forward, and I did the same, so that our bodies got closer and closer. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking how wrong what we were doing really was, but I couldn't have stopped if I wanted. Finally she broke off the kiss. "There," she said, after a second or two of catching our breaths. "Easy, huh?" "Yeah, very." "Did you like it that time?" "I REALLY liked that," I responded with a giggle. "Are all kisses like that?" "Well, sometimes they're really good, and sometimes they're not. It just depends on the person I guess...." I nodded, still confused, but still extremely arroused. "Should we try it some more?" I asked. My sister smiled at me. "Yeah, I think so. Hey, so...you wanna try it with tongues?" I gulped. "Definitely," was all I could say. We jumped right back into it this time, at first kissing like we had just been. Then, suddenly, I felt her tongue against my teeth. I quickly moved them, inviting her tongue into my mouth. It met my own and they examined each other thoroughly. I'd never once thought about my sister like this, and really only her friend June a couple of times, but now that it was happening I couldn't control myself. After allowing her to keep her tongue in my mouth, our lips locked together, for several minutes, I pushed it out with my own. I began exploring her mouth with my tongue, bringing it to a point. Massaging her tongue with mine, I suddenly I felt her hand on my neck, pulling my head closer. Our breathing was erratic and it was a chore not to let out a moan. We both kept quiet though. After what must have been nothing short of fifteen minutes making out, we stopped, and she moved her hand from my neck down my shoulder to my arm. "That's amazing," I said. "Is that what you and June do?" "Sometimes...," she replied. We sat for a moment. Then she leaned in and gave me a kiss. Not like what we'd just done, but more of an "I like you" kind of kiss. We smiled at each other, and then I reciprocated with a kiss of my own. And then another. And another. Soon we were back to making out. I was so suprised at what was happening, but neither of us could control ourselves. "Here...," she said, pushing my back against the wall so that I was sitting fully upright. She threw her left leg over mine, mounting me as she leaned her mouth in to meet mine again. As we continued making out, she took my right hand in hers and placed in on her thigh. Guiding my hand as our tongues batted each other back and forth, she led me up her leg, to her side, and up to her back. My hand was on her bra hooks by the time she took hers off and returned it to the back of my neck. As she pushed my head closer to hers, I reached my fingers to the snaps of her bra and without effort undid them. She shimmied her way out of her bra and flung it across the room. Moving my hand gently across her skin, I made my way to the side of her breast. I rubbed my thumb slowly up and down Claire's soft body. What was happening to us?? She took my other hand and placed in firmly at her thigh. "You're a natural," she said with a smile, keeping her forehead to mine. "You're going to swoon all the girls!" I giggled slightly, and then returned to her lips. It was magical; my sister, who I'd always thought was beautiful but who I now had an intense sexual appetite for, was sitting on top of me, her tongue darting back and forth in my mouth. I caressed the side of her boob, then moved my hand to the center of her chest. I was careful not to touch her nipple just yet, but touched all the skin around it. It was so incredibly soft it was driving me mad. Finally, after teasing her for a minute or two, she grabbed my hand and forcefully placed it on her breast. I could feel her very erect nipple on my palm as she kept her hand on mine, rubbing it on herself in a slow and deliberate clockwise circle. I guess this was her breaking point because she finally let out a muffled moan as we continued to kiss. Her moans were soft and brief, and sounded almost like sneezes to me. Eventually, after a few minutes of this she broke off our kiss, pressing her forehead to mine again. We were both breathing out of our mouths in desperation. I finally got a good look at my sister's chest and marvelled at how similar her breasts were to mine. I began moving my free hand up and down her other side, stroking the skin as she continued to hold my right hand in place on her breast. I was enjoying this so much I thought I would burst at any moment. "Should we keep going?" she finally asked as we continued to catch our breath together. I answered by returning my mouth to hers. Without objection, she slid her tongue against mine again, letting out moans of peasure once more. My left hand began acting on instinct. It moved to her back. Starting at the nape of her neck, I ran my fingertips gently down my sister's spine. I stopped about six inches from the waistband of her underwear before moving back up again. I could instantly tell she was pleased with this as she arched her back towards me. She began rocking back and forth on my lap. Finally confident with what my right hand was doing to her breast, she let go and placed both of her hands on my neck. I continued to let my fingertips graze her back but now moved my right hand down to her hip. I squeezed and could feel her butt in my palm. She moaned a little louder at this so I didn't stop. Meanwhile, our tongues continued to duel in our mouths. First she'd have hers in mine, then I'd have mine in hers. I don't think we could've stopped this back and forth if we wanted to. My left hand was getting a little bolder, and began inching it's way to her underwear. When I got to the waistband, I kept it there and pushed her forward into me. She moved her body too, so that I had to look up to avoid losing her lips. Our breasts touched and I could feel her nipples poking my skin through my tanktop. I'm sure she could feel mine too. She began bobbing up and down again, keeping her body as close to mine as possible. My hand made it's way underneath the waistband as she made an "Umph!" noise, and I grabbed at her butt. It was the softest thing I'd ever felt! I massaged her cheek gently which seemed to make her very happy. Then my fingertips began teasing again. They grazed her back, just above her crack. But once again, taking on a mind of their own, they made their way further and further down. I seriously couldn't control what my body was doing. By all accounts I should never have kissed my sister: not only another girl, but my blood relation! But here we were, tongues in each others mouths, breast to breast, my hand down the back of her pants. Inch after inch my fingers made their way down. Her skin became softer and warmer the closer I got to her female center. How far was I going to go? I thought to myself. How far would she even let me go? Finally I reached her butt. I felt the opening and I think it sent a rush through both of our bodies. I didn't linger, but simply grazed past, then ran my fingers up and down, from her hole to the top of her crack. I could feel her breathing getting even crazier than before. Our kisses became harder until we were nearly slamming into each other. I finally pressed my middle finger against her butthole, letting it linger there before moving it clockwise in a circle. I couldn't put into words how wet my pussy was at this point. Suddenly she reached back and grabbed my hand. I figured I'd gone too far, and might even be scolded. But instead, she broke off our kiss, built up some saliva, gave me a devilsh smile, and stuck my middle finger in her mouth. I wanted to scream, but I held it all in. She sucked on it for several seconds. Then she released my now-dripping wet finger and pulled my hand back to where it was. I quickly slipped it past her underwear and returned my finger to her butt. Her stifled sounds now turned into full-on moans as I moved my wet finger around on her hole. I desperately wanted to move it to her pussy, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had no complaints about where my finger was now anways! Our lips weren't pressed together, for the first time in what must have been about a half an hour. She put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me to her chest. I lapped at her breasts, running my tongue over her skin, the whole time thinking how wrong this was. But I couldn't get enough. I tasted her sweat as my licks became kisses. Continuing my activity with my hand, my mouth made its way to her neck. "Oh, God," she said, as I sucked on her neck. Oh, God, is right! I thought. I was careful not to leave any marks on her with my mouth, as that would be awfully tough to explain. After several more minutes of making out, I tried a little penetration with my middle finger into her butt. It was extremely tight, as one would imagine, so I couldn't get much of my finger inside of her, but the little bit I did get in sent a wave of excitement through my own body and a long sigh from Claire. She bucked backwards slightly as if to invite my finger farther, but it wouldn't move an inch more. After swirling my fingertip around circularly for a few seconds I resumed rubbing the outside. I couldn't stop thinking about how close my hand was to her pussy! Finally, I moved my middle and forefingers down to her other hole. It was so soft, warm, and soaking wet, and caused the same reaction to happen to my own pussy. But my fingers weren't there for more than a second before my sister broke off our kissing and sat more upright, moving her self so that my hand was back against her butt. Suddenly, she reached behind herself and pulled my hand from her underwear. "Ok, we should stop now," she said, obviously a little panicked. Totally stunned, I watched her unmount me and sit upright next to me. I couldn't believe what had just happened. The act itself, kissing passionately with my own sister, groping at her body, even touching her pussy lips, and the fact that it was over just as spontaneously as it began. "I'm...sorry...?" I said, still reeling from the sudden stop. "No, Molly...I'm sorry," she responded. "It just got a little too heavy for me, I guess...." She was right, but I was still a little upset. I'd never been that close to a person before in my life. After having just realized that I like girls, if not fully than at least significantly more than I'd ever liked a boy, I'd gotten to touch one in all the right places. The only problem was that it was my sister! "Don't think you did anythink wrong, Ok?" She told me. I stared at her with doubt it my eyes. "I mean it," she continued. "You...DEFINITELY...didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you did everything right. It's just...." "I know," I broke in. "You're right. I don't know what happened. I guess we got caught up in the moment." "Yeah, I guess so...." We sat in silence for about a minute, both of us mulling over what had just taken place. We'd been at it for about an hour, and we were both tired. But I wasn't sure I could sleep after that. "...You really wore me out!" She finally said with a smile. We giggled together for a moment. Then she leaned in and kissed me again, softly, on the lips. As we smiled at each other, she suggested we go to sleep. I agreed and we laid down. She rolled on to her side so she was facing away from me. I just stared at the cieling for a while, trying to makesense of what just happened. Then I felt her hand grab my arm and pull me towards her. I spooned up next to her and put my hand on her stomach as she nuzzled her foot backwards and intertwined her leg with mine. "Maybe...I can show you other stuff sometime?" In response I gaver her a final kiss on the back of the neck. She snuggled up with me closer and we drifted off to sleep. Claire and I spent a lot more nights in bed together, and mutually decided we wanted to go further with each other, so I'll leave this ending with a "To Be Continued...." Thanks for reading.