Date: Thu, 08 Jan 2004 23:45:15 +0000 From: Nicola Atkins Subject: My Sweet Sister - PART THREE - WET AND WARM My Sweet Sister - PART THREE - WET AND WARM DISCLAIMER This story contains graphic descriptions of incestual love and lesbian lovemaking. If you are likely to be offended by either of these types of content, or if you are under eighteen years of age, then please stop reading now - it is not my intention to offend anybody!! Please also be aware that I do not condone any kind of incestual relationship - although graphic descriptions of incestual love are contained within the story, please remember that this work of fiction is just that; a work of fiction, a fantasy, and nothing that I would either practice myself or encourage in any way. But apart from my blathering on, I hope you enjoy the story as much as you all seem to have enjoyed the othet two parts, and remember, your comments/questions/ideas keep the stories alive!! So if you have anything you would like to say, mails to sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com are always appreciated! Meanwhile, have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do :-) My Sweet Sister - PART THREE - WET AND WARM Marisa sat behind her sister Ebonie, drawing the soft brush through her long, light brown hair. The hair was baby soft, and smelt deliciously of floral shampoo. Marisa loved to brush Ebonie's hair. It was always so clean and shiny, so easy to brush, and it always had such a delightful skin-and-soap smell that really was like nothing else. Ebonie always appreciated Marisa's ministrations. Whether Marisa was showing Ebonie how to apply some kind of make up, do her hair in a top-knot, clip up a halter neck top without tying her limbs in a knot, or burshing her hair, as she was now, Ebonie always listened intently and followed her sister's instructions thouroughly. It was almost as if Ebonie was in awe of her elder sister, and Marisa was secretly thrilled with the adulation. Just recently, Marisa had been spending a lot more time with Ebonie. Before, she would have spent every waking moment with Carlie, but Carlie had been 'out' an awful lot lately. Marisa was slightly confused by Carlie's sudden lack of appearance, and her slightly stand-offish attitude when she was there. On the night when she wasn't 'staying out', Marisa still crept into Carlie's bed, but, although Marisa sat so close to her sister that she was almost utop her, and willed with every fibre of her body for her lovely sister to plant a steamy kiss on her lips, or reach under the covers, slide Marisa's nightie up her thighs, and slide her cotton knickers down, it never materialised. Marisa would sit next to Carlie, talk about boys and girls and life, and as she talked, she would be aware of her pussy growing wetter and wetter and wetter, and she would so want to reach out, grab her sister's hand, and plant it on her wetness, as they both had done on that fateful night, which was weeks' ago now. But nothing had happened between them since that night, and they had not discussed it. Marisa desperately wanted to broach the subject, but she was afraid that if she did, Carlie would tell her that it was a mistake, or worse, deny anything had taken place between them at all. The problem was, there had been a power shift now. The power that had once been Marisa's was now Carlie's. Carlie had cruelly aroused Marisa's passions, taken her to undreamt of levels of ecstasy, and now she was acting as if nothing at all had taken place between them. Marisa should have been mad, but she couldn't be. She was totally and utterly infatuated with Carlie, as sick or as wrong as it seemed, and she could neither stop that or reverse it. Nor did she want to. But Carlie was being infuriatingly aloof. Marisa suspected it may be part of one of Carlie's morbid games, but, on the other hand, if it wasn't, what kind of a future did they have? Carlie would be living at home for at least another two years', probably, and Marisa did not think she could cope with all of the latent passions and secret lust that would ensue. As she continued to brush Ebonie's hair in a trance-like state, Marisa reflected on the love that had passed between herself and Carlie on that special, wonderful night. Carlie had been fantastic, perfect, brilliant, and more than Marisa could have ever hoped or dremed for. Her touch was so juvenile yet so expert, her body, her reactions, her pledge of love, had been so wonderful and magical that Marisa had felt trasported to the stars. As they had slept in each other's arms, Marisa had dreamed of the life they would share together. People would accept their love in the end, if they saw how true, and deep, and meaningful it was. They would get a flat together, spend each and every night in each others' arms without feeling guilty or dirty or ashamed, and the lovemaking would only get better and better as they got older, if that was possible. And yes, Marisa knew it was a wild fantasy that could never come true, yet at the same time, she wanted it so badly, and with such a passion, that she almost believed, if she wished for it hard enough, that the wish would come true. As she lay in those warm arms, feeling wanted, cherished, loved, she felt that nothing would ever match up to that precious moment. But morning had to come. As the day dawned in, the sky red and vivid, Carlie shook Marisa softly from her dreamworld, and with a tender kiss, guided her back to her own bed. As she had laid in the cold hardness of her bed, Marisa felt the tears smarting in her eyes. Knowing the night was over, and somewhere deep inside, knowing that she would never experience that level of love and emotion again, she cried. She cried for a love that could never be confirmed, although she knew that she would never know a love like it again in her lifetime. But mostly she cried for what her juvenile mind considered to be the 'brush off' that Carlie had administered. She wanted to lie with her for eternity. And youth and inexperience asked why she couldn't. After that night, Carlie had not ignored Marisa totally, but she had been distant, withdrawn, slightly edgy, in Marisa's company. Marisa had looked at Carlie with pleading in her eyes, but Carlie had merely ignored the signs. And, recently, Carlie had made sure to drop in plently of anecdotes, during the late-night chats, of things she had done with boys. Marisa did not want to hear about things like that any longer - she wanted Carlie all to herself, yet she could not deny the lust that coursed through her when Carlie described the simplest of kisses or touches she had exchanged with a boy. When Marisa returned to her own bed, she would lift her nightie up and slide a hand into the leg of her knickers, rubbing her heated cleft almost desperately, as she imagined Carlie's tongue, lips and hands on her pliant body. As she came, her juices wetting her hand slightly, she would moan and whisper 'Oh, Carlie' into the close air. And as she slept, she would dream of those soft eyes smiling down at her, brown hair brushing over her body, making her nipples pucker erect, while Carlie grinned and repeatedly denied her what she wanted. As Marisa would beg in her dreams for Carlie to set her free, Carlie would pout and grin, and suddenly, violently, she would run a hand down Marisa's body, scraping with her fingernails along the way, then she would part the pouting lips of her pussy, slapping and rubbing the hot little clit, bringing Marisa off. When Marisa awoke, her knickers wet with her come, she would sigh into the empty space beside her and silently beg her sister to join her. But Carlie would be gone. Showering, most likely. Today was one of the rare occasions that Carlie was at home. She was no doubt downstairs talking to their parents, although Marisa she would rather she was up here in the bedroom with them. She was sure she would not be as interested in Ebonie's hair if she was. As she stroked the brush through Ebonie's hair for the last time, she noticed it was full of loose hairs. "There you are, kiddo", Marisa said, exhaling a sigh. "All done. I'm just gonna empty this brush now, okay?" Ebonie nodded and Marisa headed for the bathroom. Opening the bathroom door, Marisa realised that the shower stall was clouded with steam. "Silly Ebonie probably forgot to turn it off again", Marisa said to herself, and opened the stall doors to turn off the shower. Carlie's gleaming wet, naked body stared back at Marisa, and it was as perfect as she remembered. The rose-coloured nipples were pleasingly puckered, covered with soapsuds. The narrow thighs were glistening with soap and water droplets; the butt, high, rounded, and temptingly full, was half-tuned toward her, and it looked so inviting, Marisa wanted to pull it to her and suck on the shiny cheeks, biting and nipping, running her tongue down the crack. The dark bush of Carlie's pussy, damp and inviting, looked so ready to be opened and explored, that Marisa had to physically force herself not to reach out and touch it. Carlie turned toward Marisa in shock, but her hands did not try to cover her body in self defense, and a small smile hung on her lips. "Oh, Marisa, I thought you were someone else", Carlie cried, then giggled softly. As she did so, she dropped the soap to the floor of the stall. "Oops", Carlie giggled. "I seem to have dropped my soap. Excuse me". And with that, Carlie bent down to pick up the soap. As she did so, she bent over so far that her butt cheeks opened wide, affording Marisa a splendid view of her tight little butt hole, and the back of an open and water wetted pussy. Marisa's pussy responded accordingly. Her heart began to pound, low and heavy, in her chest, and she felt the dampness begin to seep from her vaginal opening. She so wanted to lean forward and lick that sexy little crack, plunging her tongue deep in the forbidden hole, then slurping wetly down to prod at the other opening, that she almost did it, regardless of the hassle it might cause. Instead, she called on all of her willpower to refrain from doing so, and watched as Carlie slowly straightened up, arching her long back lightly as she did so. Marisa watched, mute, as Carlie began to soap her delightful breasts, rubbing the soap bar round and round her tempting little nipples, her eyes half closed in ecstasy. Then she slowly slid the soap down her body, right to the top of her pussy bush, then stopped abruptly. "Marisa", she cooed, in a low, sexy and intimate voice, just for her. "I know you want to wash my pussy for me, just as I know that all of these long nights you have wanted me to touch you, just as I have wanted you to touch me. But I had to be sure that you meant what you said, and now I am, I am going to let you have what you want. Soon". Marisa thought she was hearing things. So Carlie did still want her. All of the teasing, all of the pain of the last few weeks', nothing mattered, as it dawned on her what her sister was saying. She still wnated her, and that was good enough for her. And by god, did Marisa ever want Carlie. She wanted her so much that her cunt was throbbing with violent pulse-beats, and she was almost dripping with her wetness. But 'soon'? What did she mean? Was she going to make her wait even longer? Marisa watched in a trance like state as Carlie began to rub the soap in light circular motions at the tip of her pussy, ducking ever so slightly slower with each motion. As she came to almost clit level, Carlie stopped again, and smiled at her confused and aroused sister. "Lock the door, Marisa", she husked. Eagerly, Marisa did her bidding, and when she turned back to her sister, Carlie was beckoning at her with both hands to join her in the shower. "I can't, Carlie", she said, and every word was an effort, as she was so aroused, she could hardly speak. "Ebonie is in the bedroom. She will wonder where I am". Even as she spoke, Marisa knew that she could easily get in that shower with Carlie, even if there was a possibility of getting caught. But Carlie merely grinned and said, "Oh. You haven't totally lost your head then. That's good. I need to trust you to be careful for now. Maybe soon we won't have to worry, but at the moment...it's best to be careful. If you like, you can wash my pussy for me instead". Oh, 'like' did not describe how much Marisa wanted to wash that sweet little cunt. Slowly, Marisa pushed away from the wall, and went to her sister. With a small laugh, Carlie squeezed the soap out of her hand and it plopped into Marisa's eager hand. Gently, and carefully, but with growing arousal, Marisa began to lightly rub at Carlie's mound with the bar of soap. As soon as she had started, Carlie impatiently grabbed Marisa's hand and forced her pussy open with the soap. "You don't have to be so gentle", Carlie croaked. "Rub harder, slip the soap right in". Marisa complied, parting Carlie's slit with her free hand, while the other used the soap to rub roughly at her pussy. Marisa ran the soap up and down the cleft, all the way up and down, sliding from clit to hole, pressing with force into the clit with each stroke. Carlie's legs began to tremble, and she threw her head back, her eyes half shut, he long wet hair trailing down her back. Her top teeth rested on her glistening underlip in ecstasy, and she began to pump her own hips into the the soap, pressing her pussy harder and harder against the soap and the hand. Carlie suddenly pulled Marisa towards her with her wet hands, and a hand went out roughly to rub at her cunt through her tight jeans. The seam of the jeans pressed into Marisa's pussy, making her wetter and wetter, and the rough texture of the seam was incredibly arousing. As her own legs buckled with the onset of a sudden and intense orgasm, the soap dropped from her hands, and fell to the floor unheeded. Marisa's soap-slippery fingers worked their way easily into Carlie's pussy, one, two, then three, jabbing in and out, while her thumb pounded at her clit, rubbing it side to side, and round and round, making Carlie whimper in orgasm. As Carlie found Marisa's clit through her jeans, so hard and protruding that it could be felt even through the denim material, and began to rub hard at the protuberance, both girls' began to climax. Carlie rubbed her pussy violently against the exploring hand, then cried out softly as her juices mingled with the water and soaked Marisa's hand, while a trembling Marisa bit her lip as her orgasm flooded through her, her cunt pounding and pounding, the pulse beat in overload, making her head spin with the dizzying pleasure of it. Her own flood was unseen and unfelt by Carlie, but Marisa could feel how heavy and wet her knickers were, as her flood engulfed her. The pounding within both girls' subsided. Marisa could not stop her legs from trembling, and she had to hold on to the shower stall door to keep her self upright. Carlie, a look of amazement and happiness on her face, laughed softly, and whispered, "Oh, boy", before winking at Marisa, and starting to close the shower stall. Marisa was not offended this time, she knew the score, and she knew what Carlie was trying to say. Silently, although her legs still trembled, she turned to the sink and began to empty the hairs out of the brush. THe whole episode had lasted mere seconds. They would not be discovered. And it was somehow arousing to have this sexy secret between herself and Carlie. Marisa did not feel the need to change anything for the moment. Her brain buzzed with happiness and the afterglow of orgasm, and her rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes could not hide the delight her sister had evoked in her. As Marisa turned to quietly leave the bathroom, she glanced one more time over to the cloudy shower stall and saw Carlie bending to pick up the soap. She grinned to herself, and reflected that this felt as good as that first time with Carlie, probably even better. And shutting the door behind her, Marisa knew she did not need to worry. There was plenty more where this came from.