Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 11:31:06 -0800 (PST) From: Gale Adams Subject: f/f incest "She Came to Me" Chapter 3 She Came to Me By Gale Adams Chapter 3 It was very late at night. Around three or so. Melody had not been able to sleep, so she had wandered off into the fields in the back of her home, and was sitting quietly, looking at the full moon and the bright stars. A magic grotto, she had called her sister's vagina and loved especially the taste of it, the labia, the clit, the feel of it against her tongue. But more so had she loved the mouth of Melody on her, her little sister's tickling it with her tongue and taking the wetness of Ivory on her tongue and kissing her then and there and then at her face, sticking her tongue deeply in. Ivory was wearing her slip, for it was an exceedingly warm night. She was lying on her back in the hot grass with the crocus hums and the wild onion aroma. She pulled her slip up and was bare now as she took it off, leaving on only her white knee socks. Her body felt delicious in the grass, as if the night of the big bright sky was to come for her and for Melody, to take them beyond this land, so they would be together forever. It was summer's end. School in three weeks. She put her hand at her loins and felt her pubic hair darker now and soft and perhaps a bit more of it, trying to imagine how it felt to Melody's hand, trying to imagine how all of her felt to Melody, and wondered if Melody tried to imagine how she felt to Ivory. Ivory began to masturbate. She had been told in circumstantial words as nebulous and as specific as a heated iron for clothing, in a very tight persimmony cloud that seemed to hover after her more and more, that is was wrong. That even saying it was wrong. It was a private guilt that was an important landscape of her values. But it could not be part of her. Someone must have put it there, as mama said there were certain ladylike things and there were certain other unladylike things, with a swift glance at her daughter's laps as she said it, thus instituting the awareness in Ivory, if Melody were not old enough to understand their mother's arched eyebrows and somehow knowing eyes. The girls, the sisters, were in love. Ivory had decided it recently that Melody was right. They would live together, outwardly as sisters, but in private, as lovers. Melody would kiss Ivory's brown bud again, as she had done a week ago, and touched it with tongue and finger pressing in, which sent her older sister into such a sexually depraved dither that she dripped copiously. She was unsure later whether she could kiss and lick and push Melody's "winking spot"--Melody's name for it, for it seemed to wink as she bent over. But Ivory would get the nerve; soon, she had no doubt. What a splendid surprising rousing invasion that Ivory had never even thought of before. She pinched her tits, which had grown larger over the summer and felt her breasts more womanly than girlish now, as she put her hands to her mouth then, smelling the cloying living earth on which she lay. Then she masturbated with her left hand, dug in her finger deeper, and thought of breaking her younger sister's cherry, as Ivory broken Melody's, which would make them lovers forever. Men could just stay away. Boys could play with their filthy peters all they wanted and if girls wanted them stuck into themselves, that was their workaday stupid business. Ivory and Melody were above that sort of thing. Quietly, Melody said, "hello my sister, my love." Ivory, unafraid, not startled, pulled the girl down to her and held her, on her naked body. They kissed passionately and Melody's hand went to her older sister's cunt and felt it and pressed her hand against it and opened it with a finger, then deep French kissed her sister, as they rolled in the grass a bit, their thin fragrant arms round each other, after which, Melody took off her sheer sleeping gown, and Ivory took off her slip. They put them side-by-side. Melody stood up and her sister kissed the girl's legs and knees and thighs, working up to Melody's girl hood and her navel and held her, while Melody leaned down and kissed the top of Ivory's fair hair. Then Ivory stood and together holding hands they walked to a stream a yard or so away, and jumped in and felt their nudity so clean in the water that was cold and made them shiver a little. It was so nice and uninhibited being naked in water that touched all of them. As the moon and some stars seemed to dance in the stream, as the girls taking turns licked and held and tweaked each other's breasts, and held their bodies together, standing up, Melody feeling Ivory's hair against her own hairlessness. And Ivory, the taller, to protect Melody all her life through. They sat on the bank, in time, as Ivory dipped her long fingered delicately boned hand into the water and touched it to Melody's forehead as the younger girl closed her eyes and felt the water bead down her face a bit, as Ivory said, "I thus anoint you with moon water and make you the fair princess of my heart." And Melody looked up and smiled, as Ivory looked in the shadows and moon bone white at her sister's body, so thin and small and impeccably made, crafted so beautifully, and the cheekbones were so perfectly honed, and she loved her far too much to care that her sister was already far more beautiful than she. Not knowing at that same time, Melody was thinking, my body is so inferior to Ivory's, my legs and arms are still sticks, like boy's arms and legs, but Melody's are already the legs and arms of a woman; she is tall and thin and shapely somehow too, and her breasts are beautiful as I see them and suck on them, her nipples are getting bigger, she has a lovely curvy behind and mine is so flat and uninteresting, how deeply her eyes look in beauty and blue, while mine are just run of the mill brown and uninteresting, and I am scrawny and too small; I will never grow hair down there, and Ivory's is so very soft and comely, how I love her, how I love her. And the night was warm and magical and protective and the feel extended outward to forever. We shall never part, Ivory thought, we shall fight dragons and be warrior princesses; we shall live in our own castle, protected by our love, as well as a moat around our love and around our castle, how I wish I had a face of glass so Melody could see her own face when she looks at mine, reflected, and know her own beauty and perfection, for she knew, for she knew... They walked naked through the fields of grass and the breeze blew sweetly round them. They lay down, Melody beside Ivory, and they were on their sides and close, as they began to masturbate each the other. They came, almost the same time, as each kissed the other's face and chests and nipples. And afterwards, Ivory thought yes, now, and lay her sister on her stomach, opening Melody's cheeks that she envied, did Ivory, for she thought her own were far too flat, and taking a deep breath, she looked at Ivory's "winking spot," then put her face to the opening and licked and touched and pressed tongue and finger deeply in, as Melody wiggled and cried "Oh sister oh that is so much, oh sister oh..so wonderful..." And the younger girl came again, as then they lay side by side, panting, and stroking each other's hair that was all silver in the moon light. In time, one or the other, suggested they go back to the house, so Ivory licked Melody's slit one more time, then they got dressed and ran all the way back home.