Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 20:53:09 +0000 From: Nicola Atkins Subject: My Sweet Sister - PART TWO - IN TOO DEEP DISCLAIMER This story contains graphic descriptions of incest and lesbian love making, and if you are offended by either, then please stop reading now. In no way do I condone incestual relationships, so please bear in mind that this story is intended to be 100% fiction, and nothing more. Also, if you are under eighteen please stop reading now - this is not the sort of thing that little eyes should see!! Before I begin PART TWO - just a word of thanks to all of the positive feedback I have had for PART ONE - I'm glad to see that I am making so many of you out there so horny! Once again, any comments, on this part, or part one, are appreciated, and can be sent to: sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com - look forward to hearing from you! For now, enough rambing on, enjoy the story, and happy self pleasuring! :-) My Sweet Sister - PART TWO - IN TOO DEEP Marisa felt the softness of Carlie's lips on her own. Felt the gentle pressure of her pink little mouth, the warm moistness of those tasty lips, and it felt like she was sinking in to some deep dreamland, she had waited and dreamed of this moment for so long. But now the moment was upon her, she was totally petrified, and she did not know how to deal with it. As Carlie tried to take the kiss deeper, Part of Marisa complied, and part of her resisted. She wanted it, yet she still knew it was wrong. And the fact that desire stronger than she had ever known was wracking her body was unimportant. She had to stop this now. Carlie, mistaking Marisa's reluctance for fear, pulled slowly away from her sister's lips, and leant close to her ear. Carlie's warm breath on Marisa's earlobe was enough to send a fresh flood of desire leaking from her pussy, but she ignored it. "Oh, Marisa, my sweet baby sister, love of my life, don't be scared", Carlie soothed, in her husky and deep voice, so soft and sexy in Marisa's throbbing ear. "Do you have any idea how long I have waited to love you? All of those nights with you sat next to me, I could feel your sweet little thigh against mine, and I wanted you so badly I was almost bursting. You are so beautiful, so perfect. I want to cherish you and love you Marisa, I want your first time to be with me". Carlie's words were soothing and arousing, and as she whispered them into Marisa's prone ear, Marisa felt her body melting, drifting. She wanted to let Carlie take control of her body, her desires, her passion, her life. It felt so right, yet at the same time it felt so wrong. But Marisa could not deny the effect Carlie was having, and always had, on her, and she was not sure if she wanted to for any longer. Carlie reached out and turned off the light. The cloak of darkness shrouded them, making Marisa feel both safe and somehow scared. Carlie put out a hand and cupped Marisa's face in her soft palm, and Marisa revelled in the feel of Carlie's skin against her face, the sliky softness of her palm, and the smell of her desire still on her fingers. Lightly, yet so arousingly, Carlie traced the outline of Marisa's mouth with her come-moist finger, dipping a fingertip ever so slightly into the tempting moistness of Marisa's mouth, and shuddering a little with the pleasure of the sensation. It was the single most erotic gesture of Marisa's life so far, and she was well on the way to searing pleasure yet again, shocked at how such a little touch could arouse her so thoroughly. So close to her ear Carlie's tongue was almost inside it, Marisa felt the sensation before she heard the words. "Oh, Marisa, let me love you. Let me show you the joys of love. I have wanted you for so long. I want to be the first, Marisa. Will you let me be the first?" Marisa's head was a muddle of confusion, but she was aware of two prominent things; Carlie's hand cupping her face, and a shockingly searing desire rushing through her body in giant waves. "But Carlie, what about Ebonie? If she saw this then she would tell mum and dad for sure, and we would be dead meat", Marisa whispered, in a last ditch effort to stall her (even though, in her heart of hearts, Marisa was no longer sure she wanted to stall her). Carlie glanced over to Ebonie in the darkness, and Marisa did the same; from the blurry shadow revealed, Ebonie was still deep in dreamland. "Oh, Marisa, she's asleep, and you know it", Carlie coaxed. "Just give in to the pleasure. Let me guide you". No more words were needed. Marisa was nervous, scared, unsure, but at the same time she was violently aroused, her pussy was almost bursting open at the seams, searching for fingers and tongues, and she knew that her body was ready to embrace the delights of her sister touching it. The touch that she had waited to feel for so long. Carlie was gentle with her, yet she was eager and desperate too, so there was an element of rough passion in the lovemaking. Carlie immediately took charge, enjoying the responses of Marisa's curious and healthy virgin body. Carlie's mouth pressed against Marisa's, and it became apparent that she had had a lot of practice at kissing. With gentle expertise, Carlie slanted her mouth on Marisa's, drawing the kiss out, and within seconds, her sly pink tongue had worked it's way eagerly into Marisa's innocent mouth. Hungrily, her tongue swirled around the inside of Marisa's mouth, over her teeth, licking the roof of her mouth, and circling and parrying with Marisa's own tongue. As they kissed, Carlie reached out both hands to play with Marisa's throbbing body. Carlie's hands went straight to Marisa's tits, which she cupped and squeezed gently, her thumbs and forefingers pinching the nipples, pulling them, making Marisa's pussy throb and melt in response. Wave after wave of desire washed over Marisa. She had now capitulated entirely to her sisters' expert caresses, and her hot pussy was throbbing it's approval. But god, what Marisa wouldn't give, right at that moment, to feel Carlie's expert fingers sliding roughly in and out of her wetness, her thumb flicking over her clit, just as she had watched Carlie masturbate. Marisa's pussy was aching in anticipation - surely much more of the breast caressing, and she would come without having had a finger laid upon her pussy. But Carlie stopped, broke off the kiss, and leant over her sister. All Marisa could see of her face in the darkness was the glint of her eyes. Suddenly, Carlie ducked her head down to Marisa's body, licking her neck, nibbling and sucking gently. Marisa squirmed on the bed sheets, feeling the wetness of her pussy seeping on to the bed, and her butt riding about in the sliperiness beneath her. Her thighs parted wider and wider, waiting to feel the hands and tongue of her sexy sister. Carlie lay between the open thighs, and let her tongue roam from Marisa's swan-like neck, to the firm and throbbing breasts that begged to feel her mouth upon them. Carlie took hold of one of the breasts, and began to suck on the nipple expertly, her tongue swirling about the aereole, and pushing the puckering nipple from side to side. Marisa gasped a breathy gasp, almost fainting with the pleasure of the sensation. As Carlie sucked, she ran her free hand gently down the flat stomach, swirling her fingernails lightly over the soft flesh, tickling gently and making Marisa's head spin. Carlie's hand went slowly lower and lower, closer and closer to the pussy that waited eagerly for her touch. Just as she reached the top of Marisa's eager bush, Carlie removed her teasing hand, took her mouth away from the tasty tit, and rolled over on to her back. Marisa looked imploringly at her sister in the darkness, positive that she could hear her sister laugh lightly. "Oh, Carlie", Marisa whsipered, furstrated beyond endurance. All protests died on her lips when Carlie took her hand, and placed three of the fingers in her warm, moist mouth. As she nibbled and sucked at Marisa's fingers, Carlie reached her free hand out to her sister, and placed her fingers lightly on her pussy, not rubbing or touching, just resting there. "I'm going to give you what you want in a minute, Marisa", Carlie cooed. "But first, I want you to do something for me. No fair you getting all the pleasure". Marisa lay so close to Carlie that her tits were touching her side. Gently licking the fingers, Carlie whispered, "Touch me, Marisa. Now". Marisa shivered at the dominance in her sister's voice, but it was not because she was scared. Nervously, but eagerly, Marisa reached out a hand to Carlie's plump and wet little pussy. "like this?" she asked, as she lighly seperated the lips, finding them wet and hot, so ready for her and this. "Oh yes. Like that, Marisa", Carlie moaned, bucking her hips. "Slide your fingers inside now, open my pussy lips and rub my clit". Spurred on by this dirty talk, and aware that Carlie had begun to imitate what Marisa was doing to her pussy on her own pussy, Marisa parted the lips fully, immediately finding the engorged and throbbing little clit. As Carlie repeated this action on her, Marisa was finding it harder to concentrate. Marisa began to rub at the little button, slowly at first, sliding in the juices surrounding her pussy, then faster and faster, circling the whole area with deft, rapid strokes. Carlie copied this on her sister, and Marisa felt the orgasm already begin to sweep over her prone body, her cunt throbbing so violently she seriously thought she might pass out. As she played with her sister's pussy, feeling her orgasm trying to grab at her body, hearing Carlie gasp and moan outside herself, feeling her fingers sliding about the slick flesh of her sister's pussy, she was suddenly aware of rough hands throwing her back down on the bed. Shock turned to violent passion when she felt Carlie's hands pressing her arms down to the bed, and her mouth dive for her wetness. Carlie's tongue slurped out at her pussy and began to lap eagerly at the wetness there. Marisa closed her eyes and felt her body almost levitate as Carlie pressed her tongue against her clit with all her might and pushed it upwards with each stroke. Then her tongue ducked down to the opening, plunged deep within, making Marisa gasp, then out again, lapping furiously at the clit once more. It was all Marisa could do to stop herself from yelling out as an orgasm so powerful it made her heart thud so hard she thought it would burst through her chest overcame her. Marisa lapped hard at the clit, while a finger, then two, made it's way easily in to her hot wetness, plunging in and out, roughly and rapidly, driving her over the edge. "Oh. Fuck." she croaked, as the waves of pleaure built up and burst over her, making her whole body shake all over. Before she could even recover, Carlie had pounced upon her, grabbing her hand and forcing fingers up in to her pussy. Comalike, but eager to please her sister as she had done for her, Marisa jabbed three fingers roughly up Carlie's wet pussy, all the way in and out, plunging brutally in and out. Instinctively, Marisa's thumb went out and began to circle at Carlie's hard-on crazily, rubbing and pressing as hard as she could. Within seconds, Carlie was coming, her body shuddering and her legs twitching as she spat out obsceneties. As the contractions flooded over her body, her butt cheeks clenching and unclenching, Carlie gasped out, "Oh, Marisa, you are so fucking perfect. Make me come. Touch me, that's it. Oh, fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming now, can you feel it?" And sure enough, Marisa felt the force of Carlie's orgasm; felt the contractions deep within her body as her pussy sucked hungrily at her fingers, pulsing and throbbing, and Marisa felt a flood of come coat her hand. Carlie maoned softly as the last of the contractions died away, and Carlie's thighs, which had held Marisa's arm in a vice like grip, softened the hold, slackening and falling limply to either side. Marisa was shocked at the intensity of the explosion; although her orgasm had been massively intense, she had never known a reaction like that. Carlie turned to her sister in the darkness, pressing her body close to her. Marisa felt the slickness of her warm embrace as she held her to her, squeezing her so tightly she thought she might suffocate. Carlie's breasts were damp with sweat, the nipples still hard from their lovemaking. Gentle hands reached out and brushed Marisa's hair away from her slick face, tenderly cupping her chin, and with love and deep understanding, Carlie reached over to her sister and planted the gentlest of kisses on her sweat-sheened brow. There was so much love in that kiss, and Marisa was surprised by it. She had thought that now their passion had been sated for the time being, Carlie would ask her to leave the bed, tell her it had to be 'their little secret', and that would be the end of that. But Carlie was holding her so tightly, with so much tenderness and romance, that Marisa felt herself falling into an even deeper infatuation with her special, perfect, beautiful sister. "Oh, Marisa. That was so wonderful. I have never, ever come like that before. You are the only person who can have that effect on me. And I know it's wrong, but I know that I could never feel that way with anyone else. I have wanted you for so long, I still want you now, and I will never stop wanting you. Please say that I can explore that beautiful body many, many more times?" Carlie said, still holding Marisa close, waiting for her answer. Marisa lay in the dark, watching the shilouette of her sister's face, wondering what she would be getting herself in for if she let this whole crazy affair carry on. But she had to admit, she had never felt anything like that before, and she knew she wanted more of it. She thought Carlie was gorgeous, she couldn't help that, and she decided that she didn't want to try to stop these feelings. So when she said, "Yes, Carlie, I want that too", she knew she was making the rfght decision. Carlie snuggled contentedly in to her sister, and laid like that, snuggled close together, feeling the love wash between them, they both went to sleep.