Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:40:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Anna MicCray Subject: Molly and Claire Part 2 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 A couple of weeks had passed since my older sister Claire and I had our intense make-out session. I couldn't stop thinking about it and how amazing it was. However neither of us so much as mentioned what had happened. I guess we were both ashamed. One thing was for sure; everytime I looked at her I remembered what we did and silently wished we could do it again. I started noticing other girls at school also. Big time. Like I said before, guys never interested me really, but I hadn't thought of girls much either. After what Claire and I did though, I felt like I was realizing who I really was. I was gay, and even though I knew it could be a more challenging life, I also knew I couldn't change it. When I looked at my female classmates I couldn't help but compare them to my sister. And none of them matched up. Claire was always beautiful, and now she was sexy too. I'd masturbated nearly every day since that fateful night, thinking about everything we'd done and everything we hadn't. I still thought I was a freak for thinking about Claire like this, but I just couldn't help it. I desperately wanted to know if she still thought about it like I did. Soon I'd have my answer. It was Christmas Eve. The holiday was never a tremendous deal in our family, since we weren't at all religious. We might hang a strand of lights outside, and we'd buy each other some gifts and have a big dinner on the 25th, but we never went to church or prayed or any of that stuff. We always opened our presents on Christmas Eve. I liked the gifts from my parents, and they liked ours. When it came to Claire, I wanted to get her something really special. I don't know if I was hoping to woo her or thank her but I ended up getting her a limited edition of her favorite book. I was pleasantly surprised when she got me a very expensive walkman that I had been wanting for a long time. Our mom and dad told us how appreciative they were of having such close daughters. If they only knew how close! They went to have coffee in our kitchen when Claire handed me another box. "Merry Christmas, Molly," she whispered. I looked at her and she eyed me as if to say, "Hurry the hell up and open it!" I peeled off the wrapping paper and opened the box. It was a pair of black lace underwear. They looked expensive. I looked up at her in total surprise. "...I thought, you know... you could wear these tonight. For me. I think I'm ready now." My pussy just about exploded at that second. As I struggled for words to respond to this amazing turn of events, we both looked at the kitchen door as we heard Mom and Dad coming back in. I quickly tucked my second present behind my back. When our parents sat down Claire stretched her arms and let out an exaggerated yawn. "I'm really tired! Thanks for the presents," she said. "I think I'm going to go upstairs and get ready for bed. Want me to take your stuff up there, Molly?" I nodded to her, still in a little bit of shock but more anxious than ever to go to bed. Her bed, that is. After Claire went upstairs I volunteered to clean up the living room and hurriedly threw away all of the scattered wrapping paper remains. Luckily for my sister and I our mom and dad were actually exhausted and made their way to their bedroom. After saying goodnight to my parents, I practically ran upstairs and into the bathroom. I leaned on the sink for several minutes, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was sure to be a very merry Christmas. I tried to make myself look as pretty as possible for my sister, going so far as to put a little bit of eye shadow on. I put a droplet of perfume that I knew she was fond of behind each ear and then went into my room. The door to her bedroom was closed, so I quickly slipped on my present (which was almost too small for my butt), my knee-high socks and a tight wife beater without a bra. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before gently knocking on Claire's door. I heard her voice say "Come in," and slowly turned the nob. All of the lights in her room were off except for a small book lamp. When I laid eyes on her I could feel my heart begin to pound out of my chest. She was lying on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. My eyes moved from her foot, which was moving side to side seductively, up her gorgeous bare legs to her thong. One hand was draped over her stomach. She wasn't wearing a shirt or a bra, and her small, perky breasts were even more beautiful in the dim glow of her book light. She was looking into my eyes with a serious expression. Then she looked me up and down and back again, biting her lip. "Hi," she finally said. I was almost too turned on to move. I stood awkwardly while my sister examined me, with my feet both pointed inwards and my hands behind my back. "Hi." She raised her hand and beckoned me with her finger. At this point a million thoughts were racing through my head: Obviously she had planned this, as the gift itself must have been a little pricey. Had she been thinking about me like I'd been thinking about her? Was she really ready to go further with our relationship? Was I? The last one I knew already: Hell yes I was ready. My body ached now more than ever for my sister's touch. I moved to the side of the bed and laid beside her. She leaned on her side to face me, gently sliding one leg over the other and resting her left arm on her hip. She oozed sex appeal. "Molly. I have thought about you, and me, and what we did together non-stop for two weeks," she said. "I know it was wrong; we're sisters. This isn't supposed to happen, you know?" Her right hand moved close to me and I looked down to see her fingertips gliding across my arm. "But...I don't know. When I look at you...I just can't--" "...Control yourself," I finished for her, moving my eyes back to her's. She smiled at me. "I want to teach you," she said. "Teach you everthing I know. And I want us to learn new things together." Her fingertips moved down to my hand. They traced my fingers so softly they were barely touching. Just enough to drive me crazy. "What do you think?" I sat silently for a moment. Then I said, "I want you." We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever but was really only a few seconds. This was the most bizarre, strongest, most lustful and lovely feeling I'd ever had. Was I falling in love with my sister? She leaned in, almost kissing me. But her head moved at the last moment and her cheek grazed mine. "You can have me," she whispered. Her lips moved across my cheek until they met my own. Once again, my sister Claire and I became locked together at our mouths. She vigorously pumped her tongue into my mouth as she slid her body on top of mine. I could feel her hands pawing at my shirt. As much as I hated breaking off our kiss, I did so and lifted my arms up so that Claire could pull my shirt off of me. My sister stared at my breasts with lust in her eyes, then leaned in and kissed me again. She moved from my lips, to my chin, to my neck, kissing and licking my skin. I can't describe to you how intensely good it felt to have her mouth all over me. She moved down my neck, not leaving an inch untouched. Her breath was hot on my skin when she reached my chest. I had spread my legs by this point and could feel her own bare breasts against my stomach. I thought I'd go crazy from all that pleasure! She teased my breasts with her mouth like I'd done to her the last time we were in this situation, kissing with her lips and tongue everywhere except for my nipples. They ached for attention. After several minutes, she gave in and ran her tongue to my nipple. I'd never experienced anything like this, and to have Claire, my sister and coincidentally the girl I thought I might be falling in love with, touch me in this way made me both physically and emotionally wet. My pussy was literally soaking by this point. She moved from one nipple to the other, flattening her tongue against each before closing her mouth around it. After a long time, but not long enough, she kissed her way up my chest and back to my mouth. "What do you think about that?" she said, smiling. I bucked my hips against her. "I'm ready to explode," I replied, breathing heavily. "I can take care of that for you," she said. "Nice tits, by the way." "Shyeah! They're just like yours." I put my hands on her back and pushed her into me so our breasts rubbed together. I ran my legs against hers as we kissed for several more moments. Then she rose up on her knees and sat back a little bit onto her heels. She grabbed my legs and raised them so my knees were at my chest. Resting one foot on her shoulder, she took the other leg and peeled off my knee-high, then did the same to the other, tossing my socks behind her. She took a foot in each hand and squeezed softly, then rubbed her palms up and down the bottom of my feet. I could tell she really enjoyed it and that only made me hotter. Claire leaned down and began planting soft kisses on my stomach. I wrapped my legs around her and couldn't help grabbing my chest in anticipation. Her mouth made its way down my stomach, to where my hips met my legs. I thought I might scream at any moment and wake our parents up, but I kept my noises soft and quiet. I still couldn't believe what was happening: my sister was about to eat me out. And there was nothing I wanted more. I felt her hands reach behind me to the waistband of my underwear. She pulled them down and I had to release her from the grip of my legs so she could pull them off. Here it was; I was totally nude in front of her. I never grew much pubic hair. It was very light blonde, short and soft, so it appeared as though I shaved. I felt her eyes burning into my crotch. She was staring when she ran her fingertips up my inner thigh and pushed, spreading my legs open. My whole body was trembling. She moved her lips in the same path her fingers had taken until her head was firmly at my pussy. I was still playing with my breasts when I felt the first kiss on my lower lips. I shivered and shook almost uncontrollably! She continued with slow and deliberate open-mouth kisses. She refrained from using her tongue for a while, still keeping up the teasing. Then I felt it. She lapped once, from my virgin hole, up my pussy directly to my clit. I let out a yelp and bucked up slightly. I could hear her giggle. "You like that?" she asked. I responded by bending my legs and rubbing the bottoms of my feet on her back while letting out a long moan. Then she went back at it with another long lick up my pussy. I could feel my juices practically flowing out and wondered what it was like. I'd masturbated plenty, and tasted myself fairly often. It was nice, but didn't make me horny or anything. But when it came to the idea of tasting another girl, and by that I mean my sister Claire, I was very, very curious. She seemed to enjoy my taste, as she continued her licks. She flattened her tongue and ran it in clockwise circles. I rotated my hips to match her mouth. It must have been only a few minutes before I felt that familiar impending climax. This one was going to be a topper though, I could tell. She kept licking me, putting her hands underneath me, so that she was palming my butt and pushing my body towards her mouth. I almost couldn't breath! The tingling in my body started at my pussy and moved out to my legs, up my torso, through my arms and to my fingers. Every part of me was sensitive to the touch at this point. I'd never had anything penetrate me before but I sure wanted it now. She would move her tongue gracefully, spending the most time at my clit, but moving down my slit to my opening too. It was almost time, and she seemed to know it. She became even more ravenous with her tongue and I bucked harder into her face. "I'm about to cum!" I squealed to her. She didn't slow down for a second. I was moving out of control, so it was all she could do to try and keep me in place. I wasn't in control of my own body anymore! "I'm cumming!" I reiterated. My toes outstretched and my hands moved from playing with my breasts to the back of Claire's head. Her furious licks didn't stop. The orgasm came in three waves, each more intense than the last. I could feel myself gushing onto my sister's mouth. I had to turn my head and bury my face in the pillow to keep my moans to a manageable level. I was only twelve years old, but I knew I just had the most intense orgasm in the world. She kept her head at my pussy for a minute or two, still lapping up my juices. I could feel them run down my inner thigh and make a giant wet spot made of my cum and my sister's spit on the bed. The thought of those two liquids mixed together made my pussy throb again. Finally Claire raised up and laid next to me. In the light of the book lamp I could see how soaked her face was. From just below her nostrils to underneath her chin, she was covered in her saliva and my cum. She was breathing almost as heavy as I was, looking into my eyes with a big smile on her face. "How was that?" she asked. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into me. Our tongues met again and I could taste the fluid in and around her mouth. "That was so amazing," I said. I immediately returned to her lips with mine. I slid on top of her as we continued to kiss. I felt her thong was now gone, so we were both completely naked. She must have removed it sometime while going down on me. She felt freshly shaved against my leg. With our legs intertwined, we continued to make out, rolling on the bed so that she was on top of me, and then I was on top of her. We'd paw at each other playfully, giggling between kisses. Tired from playing, we laid on our sides and looked into each other's eyes. "God, you know how wrong this is Molly?" she said. "Yeah, I know. But it doesn't feel wrong. To me, anyways." "Me neither! It's just... what are we going to do? I mean, it's not like we can fucking date, or ever let anybody find out about this." She was right. But I didn't care at this point. I smiled widely at her. "I can keep a secret." She returned my smile. "So can I," she said. She put her hand on my hip and ran her fingertips up and down. "I love you, Molly." I couldn't tell if she meant it in a sisterly way or a romantic way, but I felt it too, regardless. "I love you too, Claire." We laid there for a couple of minutes, staring at each other. My eyes took in every detail of her gorgeous face. I'd known this girl my whole life, and now she knew every inch of my body. "I'm still so horny," she said, breaking the silence. "Me too!" I agreed. She looked at the clock radio near her bed. It read 12:03 AM. "It's still early," she said with a devilish grin. I pounced on her and sat upright, cowgirl style. She put her hands on my legs and rubbed them up and down. Looking down at her I smiled. "Your turn, sister of mine...," I said. She bit down on her lip and smiled back at me. I kissed her stomach as she'd done to me, making my way down. I crossed her belly button, past her hips, almost to my goal until she stopped me. "Wait," she said. Oh great, was this not going to work out again? I thought, remembering what had happened last time I approached her crotch. I raised up in confusion. "Like this." She turned over, laying on her stomach. She raised her butt up in the air and spread her legs, revealing herself in her entirety to me. It was all I could do to not dive face first into my sister. From this angle, and with the light from the book lamp, I could see every detail of Claire. Everything was illuminated perfectly. I was shaking again. My breathing was getting heavy too. I wanted to enjoy every second of this. I ran my fingertips up the back of her legs, over her buttcheeks and to her lower back. I decided that was where I should start. I kissed at her lower spine softly, making my way with my lips down the trail I'd taked with my fingers. "Way to be a kiss ass, little sis," Claire chimed in with a smile. I giggled without stopping my kisses. I could feel Claire shudder and I could hear her breathing. Finally I was just below her butt. Immediately to my left was my older sister's pussy: wet, willing and waiting for my touch. I could hardly contain my excitement! I wasn't sure exactly how to do this. Claire had obviously had more experience than I did, but after having experienced her tongue, combined with the natural instinct of a gay girl, I decided to give it my all. I kissed her square on the pussy lips, my mouth open. It was the first time I'd ever tasted another girl, and it was more wonderful than I'd ever imagined. My nose planted at her vagina, I gave another kiss, followed by another, and another. They were getting more ravenous. It was hard to control myself. Her body started moving backwards. She was pushing herself onto my mouth! I kept my eyes open and got the loveliest view of her ass staring back at me. I'd felt it the last time we'd "played" together, but seeing it was a whole different experience. You might not think an asshole could be pretty, but Claire's was absolutely gorgeous. I stuck my mouth to her pussy lips and began sucking. I could taste her juices flowing into me, and I could feel my own building up inside me again. She gasped at this, and slowly began pushing herself backwards into me. "Oohh, Molly...," she said, almost whispering. I could feel the sheets on her bed tensing as if she was grasping at it with her hands. I let my tongue do the work, starting at her clit and moving up her pussy directly to the hole, allowing my tongue to swirl at that spot. God, it tasted good. I put my hands on her butt to balance myself and make it easier to control her movements. I repeated my tongue's movements, spending a little more time at her clit. "Jesus, Molly...," she said. She was moving with me again, back and forth. Bringing my tongue up her slit again, I penetrated her with my tongue, getting it as deep inside of her as I could. I started pumping in and out like she'd done with her tongue inside my mouth. Her hand suddenly moved to her clit. She began masturbating as I continued tongue-fucking her. "Jesus, right there!" she said tensely, trying to remain quiet. Her hand was moving quickly. "Oh fuck!" I moved my tongue in and out, back and forth, making clockwise circles in her pussy. I was in total heaven. She not only tasted incredible, like a mixture of sweet perspiration with a hint of strawberry, but it was soft on my tongue and lips. I kept my mouth glued like this for another minute until I heard Claire say, "Cumming!" Keeping her in place with my hands on her butt, she began bucking forward, continuing to stimulate her clit with her middle and ring fingers. At that moment, I felt a small flood of cum from her pussy. It hit my tongue in short waves and the inside of her pussy throbbed lightly. After about a minute she began to tremble and started to lay down flat again, letting her hand fall underneath her. But I wasn't done. I didn't want to stop. She's spent much longer on me than I had on her, and I was ready to give her more. I reached around to her hips and pulled her up, moving my tongue down to her clit. "Oh fuck, Molly!" was all she could say. I moaned in response. The feeling of her tongue and the techniques she'd so expertly used on me earlier were still fresh in my mind, and I applied them back to her. The same motions and movents she'd given my clitoris I imitated. She started moaning and breathing erratically. I started pulling her towards me with her hips harder. My nose was now planted firmly in her butt. I inhaled her sex and felt my own pussy throbbing as well. "Jesus, don't stop," she said. "Don't stop Molly...!" I started my big laps again, but this time I didn't stop at her pussy. My tongue made it's way to her asshole. She squealed the first time I licked her there, and moaned loudly after that, almost too loudly considering our parents were home! But it didn't really matter. We both knew there was no going back now. Keeping my left hand on her hip, I moved my right to her clit and worked it like she'd done to herself. My tongue stayed at her butt, making at first broad clockwise sweeps. I then realized I needed to taste more, and pushed my tongue inside. Her moaning and squealing intensified as my hand moved quickly on her clit and my tongue pumped hard in her butt. The hand that was holding her hip got restless, and started to move up her stomach to her breast. I was losing my mind! It was like an intense over-stimulation of my senses. The tastes, the smells, the feel, the look of my sister, as well as the sounds she was making flooded my brain. Her breathing now blended in seamlessly with her moans and squeals. After another five minutes her body started shaking wildly. She was vibrating the entire bed! She didn't announce that she was cumming this time, but she didn't have to. My tongue was still buried in her ass and my hand was still rubbing her clit furiously. She kept shaking for almost two minutes before finally winding down. I gave her pussy a few more kisses, and one more on her butt. She stayed in that position, slowly sliding down until she was flat, not saying a word. I caught my breath and licked my fingers, satisfied that at twelve years old, I was a pretty good lesbian! I laid down next to her, still out of breath and with a sore tongue. "Holy fuck," she said, her face still partly in the pillow. "That... was crazy. I came so hard." I smiled at her with a content look on my face. "You sure did." She reached her arm over me and pulled herself in tight. She laid her leg over mine and nuzzled her face into my neck as I put my arm around her shoulder. "Merry Christmas, Molly," she said sweetly. "Merry Christmas, Claire." We fell asleep like that, like we were a real couple. It didn't feel weird anymore. It felt natural, to me at least. My mouth was still sore the next day, but I was totally fine with that. At our Christmas dinner we exchanged mischievious glances. She'd tickle my leg with her toes under the table and we'd giggle, our parents none the wiser. It was a beautiful thing. And this was only the beginning! To be continued...