Date: Mon, 06 Nov 2006 17:21:13 -0500 From: Mallory Oakley Subject: Chilie Peppers This story was inspired by my chats with the beautiful girls of the NiftyGirls chat room. I would like to dedicate it to them, and especially to my sweet Jenna24. You were my first, Jenna. And for that, I will always love you. If you like my story, please email me to let me know (-; MalloryOakley@HotMail.com Chilie Peppers Rebecca Peppers was her real name, but everyone's always called her Chilie since I've known her. It was probably a family thing because of her last name, her red hair, and her explosive temperament. From the beginning of school, she was signing her name, `Chilie', on all her papers. I guess adding the `e' to it was her idea. I remember once, maybe in the second or third grade, a couple of boys were pulling her red pigtails, and she wrestled them both to the ground and had them crying. The funny thing about it was that she was laughing all the while. She was a tough little kid, and saw humor in every situation. With her freckles, red pigtails, and her slight overbite, she looked a lot like the little girl, Laura Ingalls, from "Little House on the Prairie' reruns. I don't remember talking to her much in grade school, but it was always fun to have her in class to see what she was going to do next. I started getting to know her a little better in the seventh grade, when she starred in the school play. I had only a small part, but I was there for rehearsals every day after school. We all had a lot of fun goofing around during rehearsals and afterwards. Chilie had a pretty good singing voice, and wasn't embarrassed at all to be on stage in front of everyone. Even though she got a lot of attention because of her nice voice, she sure didn't let it go to her head. She was such a comedian sometimes; she'd change the words to the songs, and have everyone laughing. Or, she'd be in the middle of a song, sounding really spectacular, and she'd stop and start laughing at the pleasant looks on everyone's faces. But, she kept it together the night of the play, and she was a big hit. She also sang in the showers after gym class. She'd have us all laughing while she pretended to do Italian opera. I don't think she knew any Italian words to the songs; she just made up funny stuff along the way. Sometimes it'd be about a boy that all the girls liked, or pizza-eating teachers, or other crazy stuff. She didn't care that we were all naked; that didn't bother her a bit. She'd just do funny things to make everyone laugh, and she was really funny. I think that's why she never got into much trouble in class, because she'd also have the teachers laughing along with the rest of us. Chilie and I talked a little back then, but we were never that close. At 12, she was very outgoing, and I was rather shy. I knew how she could start in on somebody, and get everyone laughing. Not that she was ever mean or anything, I just didn't want the attention, so I kept my distance. I guess she moved away after the seventh grade. She didn't go to our school in the eighth grade, and I forgot all about her. The first day of high school, I didn't recognize her when she said hello to me. "Hi Beth, remember me?" a pretty stranger asked, while we were all standing around outside waiting for first bell. "Hi, I'm Beth Collins, what's your name?" I asked, being the first day freshman that I was. "I know who you are, silly. It's me, Chilie Peppers. Don't you remember me?" She responded rather happily. "We moved away for a year while our new house was being built," she said. "Oh, hi Chilie," I said, with an awkward smile. Yes, of course I remembered Chilie Peppers, but she sure didn't look like she did in seventh grade. Her braces were gone, and she had perfect, white teeth. I could just make out the freckles on her cheeks and nose through her beautiful dark tan. Her pigtails were gone, and she now had shoulder-length hair that was colored very dark brown, almost black, with reddish brown highlights. She'd really had changed since I'd seen her last. Aside from the different hair, nice tan, pretty face and smile now without her braces, there was also something else. She looked bigger in all the right places, and that made her look older. She was actually a pretty young woman now, and looked more like a senior, than a freshman. But to my delight, she was still Chilie Peppers all right. The first thing she did was to pick up a dead bird and chase some girls with it, laughing like she was crazy! I was glad she was back in our school. When we passed in the halls that first semester, we'd say hi to each other, but never stop and talk. We had a few classes together, but we seemed to each have our own friends. Second semester, we had freshman gym together as our last period. I was happy because I remembered that Chilie used to be entertaining in the showers that followed. So there we were, first day of gym, naked in the showers, and I was waiting to see if Chilie would sing. She was standing right next to me soaping up, when she burst into song. She was really loud and still sounded great. After she stopped someone said, "Wow Chilie, that's some set of lungs you have!" I don't know why I looked there. With Chilie I should have known better, but I stared directly at her breasts. It was always an unwritten rule in the showers that you never, ever, stare at anyone below the neck. I couldn't help but look, because her boobs had really grown since I'd seen her last. In fact, she easily had the best pair of us all. My gaze then went down to her feet and slowly back up her curvy legs, shapely thighs and hips, the thin layer of curly, dark red pubic hair covering her private parts, her small waist and flat tummy, and back up to her big boobs. They were indeed large and they stuck out very nicely, ending in the biggest nipples I'd ever seen. They were all soapy and jiggling around while she moved. I couldn't stop staring. I hoped to God that I'd have a body like hers someday. At 14, most of us were pretty flat-chested, me included. "Hey Beth, why are you staring at my boobs?" she yelled out in a loud voice. I jerked and turned away from her. I could feel my face getting very red as I stuck my head under the shower. I was standing there running the water in my face, hoping she would just keep quite and not say anything else about it. When I opened my eyes, she was standing right there in front of me. She had a hand under each one jiggling them around and pointing them at me. "You like my boobs, you like my boobs, you like my boobs," she was dancing around, and saying it over and over again. "Oh God, Chilie please, stop!" I pleaded with her. By this time my face was bright red and I was about to panic. She stopped, just smiled at me and giggled. She went back to finish her shower and nothing else was said. I looked back at the other girls and they weren't paying any attention at all. Everyone was in their own world, and talking with their own group of friends. After school we were all walking to the bus stop four blocks away. Some kids were walking in groups, or in pairs, some by themselves. Today I was walking by myself, still not entirely over with being traumatized by Chilie in the shower. I could hear someone coming up from behind me, and before I could look back, Chilie was skipping along side me and chanting, "You like my boobs! You like my boobs! You like my boobs!" "Chilie please, you're embarrassing me. Stop it!" I yelled. She stopped her chant and walked beside me. "Beth, how come we never talk? You do like me, don't you?" "Sure I like you, Chilie," I said. "But, sometimes you take things a little bit too far, and it's embarrassing." "I don't have a lot of friends, you know," she said. "Everybody thinks I'm so popular, but I don't really have any good friends." "I'm your friend, Chilie, but I don't like it when you pick on me," I said cautiously, waiting for her to make a joke out of it. I couldn't help thinking that she was setting me up for something. "You've never even been to my house, Beth," she said in a serious voice. Chilie, being serious? This was a side of her I've never seen before, her actually being serious about something. But, I was still suspicious of her motives. "Well you've never invited me to your house, Chilie," I said. "And, you've never been to my house either, come to think of it," I told her. It was true; we never really got to know each other well enough to be good friends. But we're talking now; maybe it's time to change that. And, I sure wouldn't want her as an enemy! "Look Beth, why don't you come over to my house with me now and my mom can bring you home later, OK?" she asked. She seemed happy about it, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying I didn't want to. I pulled out my cell phone and called home. My mom had heard me talking about Chilie in the past and how much fun she was, so she didn't have a problem with it. It was the first day of the semester and we didn't have much homework, anyway. The bus ride to her house was pleasant. It was interesting to see where some of the other kids lived, and Chilie and I were actually having a nice conversation. Once we got to her house, she got us a couple of cokes and showed me around. It was really nice, not quite as big as our house, but it was new and kind of fancy inside with a cathedral ceiling in the `great room', she called it. She explained that her parents didn't get home from work until after 5 PM, so we had a couple of hours to visit. She took me up to her room and we sat on her bed talking about school and what we wanted to be someday. It was nice talking to her and I was wondering why we took so long to become friends. Feeling the way I was at the moment, I just kind of blurted it out, "Chilie, I do like you." "Do you like my boobs?" she asked with that familiar impish grin on her face, and her little laugh. She gave her boobs a little squeeze and raised her eyebrows like she was waiting for a reply. Since there were no kids around to be embarrassed by, I played along this time. "Yes Chilie, I like your boobs," I smiled at her and rolled my eyes at the same time. "I'm just teasing you again, Beth. I can't help it sometimes. I just like to tease people. And the more I like someone, the more I tease them." "Everybody likes you in school, you know. You're a lot of fun, Chilie. Even the teachers like you. And you don't really tease anyone that much, I mean, you're not trying to be mean or anything," I was being as honest as I could, but leaving out some of the crazy names she was sometimes called behind her back. She stood up and walked over to the mirror on her wall and was looking at herself. "I've changed so much, Beth, since we were in middle school together, I hardly recognize myself." She was dressed very nice. She had on black shoes, white anklets, a navy blue pleated skirt, and a white cotton blouse. But, she wasn't looking at her cloths. She picked up her skirt above her waist showing her long, pretty, suntanned legs and white panties. "Even my legs have changed," she said looking at herself in the mirror. From where I was sitting on the bed, I couldn't help being jealous of her perfect butt. "You're turning into a woman," I said to her. "And you can put your skirt down anytime, Chilie," I laughed. "Come on, Beth; don't be embarrassed, you're so silly. We've just seen each other completely naked in the shower!" she exclaimed. She dropped her skirt as she turned around. "Do you think I have a nice body, I mean when you were looking at me in the shower?" she asked. A little frown appeared on her face like she wasn't sure what to think about herself and all the changes she'd gone through. "Seriously, Chilie, you have a great body. You have nothing at all to be worried about. You put the rest of us to shame with your big boobs and perfect butt," I said, trying to reassure her that she really does have a better body than anyone else in the showers. She jumped on the bed next to me. Both of us were lying on our backs, side by side looking up at the ceiling. "Really, Beth? You really think so?" she asked, smiling over at me. "God Chilie, there's no doubt. You have a beautiful woman's body, and the rest of us are still in our little girl's bodies compared to you," I told her, remembering how she looked, all soapy in the shower. "You know, Beth, I was looking at you too in the shower today. And I think you're changing too. I think you're body is very beautiful too," she said, looking over at me. I couldn't help feeling that she was just being polite, and didn't really mean it. Then, she lowered her voice to a giggling whisper and said, "Your boobs aren't as big as mine, but I think they're really pretty." "Chilie, this is getting kind of weird!" I said laughing at her, and sitting up. "If we were in school, I just know you'd embarrass the hell out of me." "Oh Beth, I won't tease you in school anymore, I promise," she said. She kept her promise, and we became best friends that year. But, it was a year of tragedy for her family. Her stepbrother was killed in a training accident in the navy, and her mom and stepfather were going through some really rough times. Her parents were still fighting weeks after the funeral, and she spent a lot more time at my house than I spent at hers. She felt bad about her stepbrother, but they really were never close. Her mom married her stepfather the year her stepbrother joined the navy, and he never lived in the same house with them. During the following summer, her parents were going through a divorce, and Chilie was taking it pretty hard. Not because it would mean that her stepfather would be out of her life; she was never close to him anyway and still considered him to be more her mother's boyfriend, than her stepfather. She felt bad because her mother was already dating someone else, even before the divorce was settled. She told me that was the same way her mother acted before she divorced her real dad. It was her fifteenth birthday today, and she was also feeling bad because she hadn't heard from her real father in almost a year. He didn't call her, or send her a birthday card. That night, we took her out to a fancy restaurant, and afterwards back home, mom had a cake for her with 15 candles and everything. We all sang and gave her presents, just like she was part of our family. It was a pretty awesome thing for my parents to do, and I told them so after she went home. My mom and dad were always great to Chilie, and she often commented that she wished we were sisters. My two older twin sisters, Libby and Susie, are both married, and pretty busy with their jobs and husbands, so we don't see them very much. We had an extra bedroom that we called `Chilie's room', and over the summer, most of her stuff from her house, slowly ended up in her room at our house. After the divorce, her mother had to put their house up for sale and she was talking about moving away. Chilie and I were devastated. We had become very close in that last year, and made a pact that we wouldn't be separated under any circumstance. One Saturday, we called her mom over to my house when my parents were both home. We brought them all into the living room and Chilie and I told them politely that there was no way that we were ever going to be separated. We gave her mom some options that she could sell her house and find a smaller one here in the same school district, or she could just leave Chilie to live with us. Or if she must move away, I'd go to live with her and Chilie. And if we were to be separated, at 15 we weren't little kids anymore, we'd really run away. Then, we went upstairs and left our parents to talk it out. After a while, we went back downstairs to see what they had decided. We were disappointed because we didn't get the answer we wanted. Actually, we didn't get an answer at all that night. They thanked us for letting them know how we felt, and her mom said she would think about it in what ever she decided. My parents were great because they kept telling her mom that Chilie could stay here as long as she wanted. Eventually, things worked out for the best. Over the next couple of years, Chilie's mom eventually sold the house, and took a small apartment across town close to her job. Chilie used our address so she could stay in the same school. She stayed at our house during the week, and stayed with her mom only on weekends. Her mom would pick her up after school on Fridays, and drop her off at our house Monday mornings before school. But then, her mom got a night job and started spending more and more time with her latest boyfriend. Chilie loved her mom, but she confided in me that she didn't like the things her mom did with her life, and was often embarrassed by her behavior. I guess she drank a lot, and sometimes would come home with men that Chilie had never seen before. She did this even when she was supposed to have a steady boyfriend. Then, the boyfriend would find out and they would have a big fight, sometimes right there in the apartment. When Chilie told her mom that she didn't want to spend weekends at the apartment anymore, her mom didn't fight it. By the time we started our senior year, Chilie and I were never apart. We had a couple of different classes at school, but other than that, we were always together. When we went out on dates, it was always a double, no exceptions. A lot of Chilie's humor had rubbed off on me, so when we were out with boys, it was all jokes and laughter, nothing ever serious. At 17, my body had finally caught up with Chilie's. I had a nice butt, and my boobs were almost as big and firm as hers. At 5'6", she's about an inch shorter than I am, but other than that, our clothes seem to fit each other pretty well, even our bras. She still kept her hair a pretty dark brown with lighter highlights, and for my senior year I went back to my old spiral perm, blonde with platinum highlights. Chilie was never modest around me. If I was brushing my teeth or putting on makeup in the bathroom, she'd come in and strip down completely naked in front of me. Then she'd jump in the shower, laughing and singing, and being her usual happy self. And, she was always a little obsessed with the way our naked bodies looked. Sometimes she'd walk in on me when I was just getting ready to take my shower. She'd quickly take off all hers cloths too, pull me over to the mirror and want to compare boobs and butts. Recently, she had the habit of jumping into the shower with me. It kind of surprised me at first, but she made it so much fun with her laughing, giggling, and joking around, I was getting used to it. "Chilie, will I ever be able to take a shower alone again?" I asked, laughing after she jumped in with me again for about the fourth night in a row. "Come on Beth, you know I only do it to save water. Your poor daddy works so hard to pay all the bills, I want to do something to help out around here," she said giggling, rubbing soap all over me, and tickling me at the same time. My parents could hear the screaming and laughing all the way downstairs and asked us later, just who was killing who. I was always powerless to stop her once she wanted to do something, and she always had a way to make me feel good about it. I just resigned to it after a while, and even looked forward to our little playtime in the shower. I had my own bar of soap and would wash Chilie at the same time she was washing me. It gradually went farther each time until our hands went everywhere and we washed everything for each other, even between our legs. It didn't really get sexual, and we never lingered in any one spot for very long. Sometimes we'd rub our soapy boobs together and laugh when our nipples would get hard, or pinch each other's nipples to make them hard. But, we were always singing and goofing off at the same time. We'd jump out of the shower, dry and get dressed for bed, and never mention the fact that we had just been feeling each other up. Then, we'd both go quickly off to our own separate rooms to sleep. At first I felt a little weird about it, but I started masturbating before going to sleep. I had to, or I just couldn't get to sleep. I didn't make a big deal out of it; I was always just so ready to do it to myself after showering with Chilie. I'd just wet one finger and rub it gently on my clit for a few minutes, have a little orgasm, and go to sleep. It was just another routine I'd fallen into, like our nightly showering together. I didn't think of anything in particular while I was doing it, rather it was just something that made me feel good and warm all over, and put me right to sleep. If I didn't do it, I couldn't sleep. It was as simple as that. On weekends, we'd end up sleeping in front of the TV on the couch downstairs or together in her, or my room while watching a late movie. Sometimes we'd wake up in the middle of the night and go to our separate beds, or sometimes we'd just wake up the next morning, still together. Some time passed, and then one Friday night after our usual shower, we ended up watching TV in her room. We kept flipping through the channels and couldn't find anything interesting, so I told her I was going to my room to get some sleep. "No, don't go, Beth," she said, and clicked off the TV. "Stay here tonight, please?" she asked. All we had on were our usual tee shirts and panties, and we were lying side by side on our backs, under the covers. She rolled over on her side pressing against me. She put her hand under my shirt and her arm around me, and one leg on top of mine. The touch of her warm body against me felt wonderful. I put one arm around her shoulder pulling her even closer to me, and she rested her cheek on my neck. I was so comfortable that I said, "I like sleeping with you, Chilie, we should do it more often." "I think we should always sleep together, Beth," she whispered in my ear, and we both fell asleep. After that weekend, we starting sleeping together even on school nights. My parents' bedroom was downstairs and they didn't come up to our rooms very much. The few times when my mom did come up late at night to ask a question about school or something, she'd see us in the same bed. She'd just laugh and say something like, `don't you two get enough of each other during the day?' Chilie made the excuse to mom that, this way we only have to make one bed in the morning, and it saves time. My problem with sleeping with her every night, was that after our shower, with our playing around and washing each other all over, it really put me in the mood to go to my own bed and pleasure myself before going to sleep. When we went right from the shower to one of our beds together, I couldn't get to sleep for hours. When I got like that, my only solution was to wait until she fell asleep, and go to the bathroom or the other bedroom for a few minutes and do it. I'd then sneak back into bed with her quietly, and fall right to sleep. It was no big deal, and I only needed to do it a few times a week. Some more weeks went by, and our routines were pretty set. Get up, go to school, come home, do homework, watch TV, play in the shower, and go to bed. The only thing that was changing, little by little, was the amount of time we were spending in the shower. Besides just washing each other, we started giving each other massages under the running water, and experimenting a little bit on things that felt really good. Yes, our showers were taking a lot longer, and we were even starting to go upstairs earlier so we could spend more time showering. "It's only a little after 9:00 PM, why are you girls going to bed so early?" my dad asked one night after we started up stairs. It was a school night, but we said good night to them a whole hour earlier than usual. "Beth keeps taking longer and longer every night, because she's getting so lazy," Chilie told my dad, and she poked me in the ribs at the same time, making me shriek. "It's you that takes longer, and you're lazier than me, Chilie Peppers," I tried to poke her ribs too, but she danced away from me, making monkey noises. We told my parents good night again, and went upstairs. She always had a way with her that got everyone laughing. Once we were in her room getting our night stuff ready for our shower, I whispered to her, "You know, Chilie, if you'd leave my butt and boobs alone, our showers wouldn't take so long." She just giggled at that, and shyly looked away. We usually didn't talk about the things we did in the shower. She picked up our clean panties and tee shirts, and headed for the bathroom with me following. I shut and locked the bathroom door behind us and she turned on the shower. We turned facing each other and started to undress. Then, Chilie got another one of her ideas. "Beth, let's undress each other for a change," she said. "You're always thinking of something new and weird for us to do, aren't you Chilie," I teased her. "Well, go ahead, I know better than to try and talk you out of anything." "Come on, Beth, you know you always like my ideas, don't you?" she asked, with that devilish smile on her face. "I'm not complaining, go ahead, undress me," I grinned at her, and held my arms over my head for her to pull off my top. She didn't hesitate at all, and then I took my turn undoing the buttons on her shirt and taking it off her. She just smiled and undid the zipper on my jeans, while I did the same to her. We were standing there in our bras and panties. "Turn around so I can undo your bra, Beth," she said. "Then, let's undo them together," I said stepping into her and reaching behind her to undo her clasp. We unhooked our bras, pulled them from each other's shoulders, and let them fall to the floor. She looked down at my boobs, reached out with both hands, and started rubbing and massaging them all over. "Chilie, what are you doing now?" I asked, not backing away at all. "I'm rubbing away the lines from your bra, honey," she said, nonchalantly. She continued standing there playing with my boobs, and I instinctively, moved closer to her, started rubbing her back, then slid my hands down cupping and squeezing her butt. But, this is what we normally did in the shower, and with soap. What were we doing now? I didn't care. It felt good and it was our special play time, like every night, so what does it matter any more if we pretend to be saving water by taking showers together? She slipped my panties down past my butt, and they fell to the floor. I did the same to her. We stood there naked in the bathroom, pressing our bodies together in an embrace that neither of us wanted to break. She traced her open mouth across my shoulder, up over my throat, and around my chin. Her mouth felt so good on my skin, I started having thoughts of kissing her, something we've never tried yet, when she giggled in my ear, "Beth, we're wasting water." She looked into my face really close, smiled at me, took my hand and pulled me into the shower with her. She grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering my arms. "Turn around, Chilie," I said to her. "Beth, how can I wash you, with my back to you?" she asked. "Come on, turn around. I want to play," I said to her. She turned around, and I took the soap from her. Reaching from behind her like that, her breasts felt so wonderful and large. And, so slippery after I got them all soapy. I had the soap in my left hand, and used it to soap up my own boobs so they would be nice and slippery to rub against her back. I washed all down her tummy, and when I reached her pussy, she picked up one leg and rested her foot on the edge of the tub, opening her legs for me. With one hand, I gently pressed the bar of soap between the lips of her pussy, and ran it back and forth several times from her clit all the way back between the cheeks of her butt. I then used my other hand to rub in the soap, wash her, and feel her. Slowly I worked my fingers back and forth exploring everywhere between her legs. Her head was leaning back against my shoulder. She made a little noise in my ear, and pushed her pussy forward against my hand. I'm not sure how it happened, but my middle finger just slipped right inside her vagina. I started to pull it out, but she pushed forward on my hand, and I pushed it up inside her almost as far as it would go, back out, and in again even deeper. She felt wonderful inside, so hot, so wet and slippery. "Oooohhhh, Beth, what are you doing?" she gasped in my ear. "I'm just loving you, Chilie," I said to her. "You never washed inside my pussy before, Beth. Make sure you get all the soap out, or it'll start to burn," her voice trembled in my ear. I pulled my finger out of her, and with her approval, I started very slowly pushing two soapy fingers inside her. She opened up for me and they slipped in easily. I started working them in and out of her and her hips were moving in a rhythm to match my fingers. We inched forward a little so the spray of the shower was directly on my hand. "Oh God, Beth, that feels good," she said, squeezing my arm tightly. Then, her knees gave way and we both almost fell. "Oh my God," she laughed, "I can't stand up when you're doing that! My legs just collapsed!" We were both giggling. "Come on Beth, it's your turn now, you'll see what I mean." "Chilie, are you sure?" I asked, realizing what she was about to do to me. "Come on, Beth, please. I want to show you how good it feels," she said. I turned and got into the same position, and she did all the same things to me, and more. She had two fingers inside me, pulling them in and out, in and out. Once in a while she'd push them deep inside and go around in circles, stretching me open even more, playing with me and feeling my insides. After a while, I was pumping hard against her hand. I wanted to cum so bad, and I was getting very close when we heard a loud knock on the door! "Are you girls OK in there?" my mother yelled from outside the bathroom door. We both jumped, and Chilie let out a little scream she was so startled. "Yes mom, we're just about done," I yelled. "I was getting worried. You've been in there for over an hour. There won't be any hot water left for your father or I," she scolded. "Sorry mom," Chilie said, as she turned off the shower. We had actually rinsed off all the soap about 15 minutes ago. She looked at me and we both started giggling like we usually do after our fun in the shower. We had taken it to a new level tonight, though. We got dressed and jumped into Chilie's bed, and turned off the light. I was on my back, and Chile was on her side with her arm wrapped around me like we usually slept. "I love you so much, Beth," she whispered. "I love you too, Chilie," I said, and kissed her good night on the cheek. But, I couldn't get to sleep at all. I was so close to having a fabulous orgasm with Chilie actually finger fucking me in the shower. And, my God, I was doing it to her too. It kept playing over and over in my mind, and my panties were really wet between my legs. There was only one solution for this; I had to go off to my own bed for a while and take care of business. I felt Chilie against me, and she hadn't moved in a long time. I listened to her breathing, and it was slow and regular like she must be asleep. I slowly left her bed and made my way to my room in the dark. Once in my bed, I didn't waste any time. I lay down on my back on top of the covers; my left hand was rubbing and pinching my nipples, while two wet fingers of my right hand were working on my clit. I was on the edge of a huge orgasm, but I wanted to savor it. In my mind, I was playing the scene over and over again of leaning back against Chilie's soapy boobs while she had two fingers inside my vagina, thrusting in and out, in and out, it felt soooo good. And, when I had my fingers inside her, she didn't see me sneak them into my mouth to taste her. Oh My God, that was so erotic! My panties were pulled off to one side, my knees were pulled back, and my legs were open wide. I was pumping two fingers in and out of my pussy as fast as I could. My hips were bucking up and down, and I could hear myself making little noises with each rapid breath. I was almost to the point of no return when I heard, "Beth, are you alright?" Chilie asked. I was so involved masturbating, that I didn't hear her come into my room in the dark. I just froze and didn't know what to say. She obviously knows what I'm doing. "I'm OK Chilie, I..." "You don't have to leave when you want to do it to yourself, you know," she whispered, and sat on the bed beside me. I do it almost every night after you fall asleep," she said, reaching out and resting her hand on my bare stomach. "Does our playing around in the shower make you really horny too, Chilie?" I asked her. I never suspected she masturbated in bed right next to me while I was sleeping! "God, Beth, does it ever!" she said, and she slid her hand inside my panties. She rubbed a finger right across my vagina opening to wet it, and then started making little circles around my clit. "Oh my God, Chilie, you're going to make me cum!" I whispered frantically, my hips were starting to shake. She took her hand away and said, "come back to bed with me, Beth. We don't want to mess up two beds, do we?" she asked with her sweet little giggle. She was almost laughing when she pulled me out of bed and down the hall to her room. I quietly shut and locked her door, and we jumped into her bed, happy and giggling with excitement. Her room was all aglow with moonlight shining through the curtains, and we were going to have our playtime again right now, without the shower! I rolled her on her back and pulled up her tee shirt exposing her big beautiful breasts to the cool air of the room. "I've been wanting to try something for a long time, Chilie," I said to her. "Oh yes, Beth, anything you want, honey," she said, squeezing her bare boobs and smiling playfully at me. I got on top of her, pulled her tee shirt off, and with both hands I pushed her boobs together. I laid down on her and started sucking each nipple, back and forth. One, then the other, sucking, then playfully flicking each one with my tongue, nipping with my teeth, then back to sucking, one after the other. She pulled off my tee shirt, reached down, and was playing with my boobs and pinching my nipples at the same time. This went on for quite a while and she was getting really aroused. She had opened her legs wide, and I lay between them sucking on her nipples. She was pushing her pussy up against my bare stomach and I could feel the wetness of her panties. I kept thinking about what I did in the shower, sticking my fingers in my mouth after having had them inside her. It was such an erotic thing to do, and I wanted to do it again. I want to know how she tastes and smells. In the shower it was hard to tell because of the running water. I want to know how she tastes now while she's all wet like this. With a rhythm, she was grinding her pussy onto my stomach through her wet panties. I put my hand between her pussy and my stomach, it was all wet. Then, up to my mouth! Then, I did it again, savoring the wondrous light order and taste of her. I rolled off to her side, still sucking on her huge nipples, back and forth, back and forth, my mouth open wide, sucking in as much of her boobs as I could each time. Her legs were still spread wide open. I put my hand down onto her wet panties, push gently in, and rubbed my fingers up and down feeling her swollen lips and protruding clit. Then I put my fingers back in my mouth again to taste her. Then back to sucking on her boobs and nipples. She was encouraging me on by holding the back of my head with both hands and pushing me down harder into her breasts, and squirming around on the bed. I reached down and pulled her panties off to one side, and with my wet fingers I spread open the lips of her pussy. With two fingers, I slid them up making circles around her clit, and down again almost entering her vagina each time. Back and forth like this several times, with her hips making an up and down rhythm. I'd only stop sucking her nipples long enough to put my fingers in my mouth, and then back down to her pussy. "Oh my God, Beth, inside me, pleaseeeee..." I heard her whisper, and I knew what she wanted. I slowly pushed two fingers deep inside her; she let out a low moan and pushed back against my hand. In and out, in and out, I started pumping her, and she started making little mewing sounds each time she thrust her hips up to meet my fingers. I pulled them out and put them in my mouth to taste her again, and she almost yelled, "oooohhh God, Beth, please keep going, please make me cum, oh God, please don't stop again, please..." My heart went out to her at that moment, and I felt the tears well up in my eyes. My poor precious Chilie was begging me to give her the relief she so badly needed, and I realized that I'd been teasing her relentlessly. I loved her so much at that moment, I didn't even hesitate. I rolled back on top of her and traced wet, open mouthed kisses from her beautiful big boobs, all the way down her stomach to her pussy. I pulled her panties farther off to one side, and pushed her thighs even farther apart. I slid my hands under her butt, and with my thumbs, I spread her pussy lips wide open. Then for the first time, I put my mouth right into her open pussy, and the feeling was incredible! She was so warm, so wet, her taste and smell so intoxicating that I thought I was going to go out of my mind with lust. I sucked her clit in my mouth, and her whole body shuddered. Deep inside my own vagina I was having constant spasms that wouldn't stop, and I realized I was humping the bed while I was eating her out. I ran my tongue down to her vagina entrance and stuck it in as far as it would go, in and out, in and out. Then I sucked each pussy lip into my mouth, one at a time, back and forth, up and down. The little curly hairs on the outside of her pussy lips felt amazing to the roof of my mouth! Then I went back to her swollen clit, and tonguing out her hole again, and back and forth, again and again. Her whole body started trembling and shaking. "On my God, Beth, I love it so much, but you're going to kill me," she screamed out. I realized I had to make her cum, and fast, because she was getting really loud, and I didn't want her to wake up my parents. I looked up and saw that she must have worried about that too, because she was holding a pillow across her face to muffle her screams. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, baby," I said to her, realizing I was torturing her again for my own pleasure. Now the only thing I wanted, was to make my beautiful Chilie have her orgasm. I sucked her clit in my mouth and worked it with my tongue. I pushed two finger deep inside her, and started fucking her, in and out, in and out, around in circles stretching her opening, in and out, still sucking and tonguing her clit at the same time. Her whole body was shaking violently, and I could her muffled screams escaping from under the tightly held pillow. The two middle fingers of my other hand were pumping in and out of my own vagina, and my thumb was rubbing hard on my clit. It was such a long and intense orgasm, I don't know who passed the point of no return first, or who actually finished first, but I was the first to recover. "Chilie, are you OK?" I whispered. No answer. Her body was perfectly still. I looked up and she still had the pillow over her face, and I got worried. I crawled up to her face, and pushed the pillow away. "Chilie, are you all right, honey?" I asked. Still no answer, and her eyes were closed. I was really getting concerned when I felt movement, and saw her stomach shaking like she does when she's trying to hold back a laugh. I looked up at her face, her eyes were wide open now, and she had that devilish grin that I love so much. "Chilie, you scared me!" I scolded, and crawled on top of her. "You should be scared, Beth. You almost killed me!" she whispered, loudly giggling, and hugging me tightly with both arms. I put my lips to her ear and whispered gently, "Did you like what I did to you, honey?" "Oh my God, Beth, that was truly amazing!" she whispered back to me. "Did you like doing that to me, I mean how was it for you?" she whispered back excited, and hugging me closer. "Oh, Chilie baby, you don't have any idea how wonderful it made me feel doing it to you. I love you, and want you so much, baby, it's like I couldn't do anything else but eat you up. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to, and I sure didn't want to stop, ever!" I let it out all at once how the wonder of eating her pussy made me feel. "Oh God, Chilie, I love you so much," and with that, we were already grinding our pussies together, and I could feel her swollen clit rubbing against mine through our very wet panties. I reached down and pulled mine off to get them out of the way. Chilie squirmed under me doing the same, and now we were both completely naked. Our breathing was getting heavy again, and we were gasping at the wonderful feeling of rubbing breast to breast, nipples to nipples, pussy to pussy, clit to clit. She was pushing up against me, each time meeting my downward circular thrust. She moaned and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me tighter into her. Then with her legs and arms wrapped around me, she rolled us both over so she was on top. We were still grinding our pelvises together, when she asked, "Beth, honey, can we try something else new?" "Sure baby, anything you want," I whispered back to her in a raspy voice, pushing my pussy up against hers as she ground down on mine. Then she slid off me and rolled to my side. "Beth, there's really only one thing we haven't done yet, and I don't know if you want to or not, because, it's like we never did it before, and I don't know why, and I've been wanting to, but..." I turned on my side facing her, and interrupted, "Chilie, sweetie, what is it? Just tell me," I said, putting my hand on the side of her face. "Oh Beth, we've never kissed," she whispered, so quietly I could just make it out. I've wanted to kiss her so many times, and so often I thought she was going to kiss me, but it just never happened. Maybe in the back of our minds we hesitated because we thought that it would be taking another step towards a relationship that we both were afraid to name. Our little nighttime playing in the shower was never talked about during the day, and we always kept that separated from the rest of our lives. Like at school, we were just a couple of best friends joking and flirting with all the guys like everyone else did. In these years that she's been living with us though, it seems like almost every month we move forward a little in showing our feelings towards each other, in our sexuality, and in our nightly playing around in the shower. And we've never moved back, always forward ever so slowly. Once we did something new, that's the way it would be from then on. Tonight was new, we were now lovers, and it was like being in heaven. Why did we wait so long? "Oh Chilie," I said, almost in tears, "I've been wanting to kiss you, like forever." With that, I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. We parted for an instant, then together again with our mouths open. She gently sucked on my lips, while I did the same to hers. Our tongues met and danced circles in a slow, soft kiss that had us melting into each other. I could feel tears on her cheeks, and I broke the kiss. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked, wiping her tears away. "Oh my God, Beth, I've been so in love with you for so long," she said, and gave a little sob. "Me too, baby, I've been in love with you for so long too, for years," then I started to cry too. "Why did we wait so long?" she asked. "I don't know, Chilie. Maybe we weren't ready," I said, kissing the tears still running down her cheeks. "We're ready now, aren't we," she whispered. It wasn't a question, it was a simple statement of fact. Our love had steadily grown for such a long time, that tonight we blossomed into the two people we were destined to be. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled me to her, pressing her open mouth onto mine. It wasn't long before the tears stopped and the loving kisses turned back into the passion that brought us here. She was now on top of me, slowly grinding her hips with mine, body to body, soul to soul, still locked in our kiss, devouring each other's lips and tongues. She backed away slightly, and said to me in a low voice, "my darling Beth, now it's your turn, baby." She spent the next hour making love to me, and doing everything I'd done to her earlier, even adding a few things that I couldn't wait to try on her later. I too had to use the pillow to muffle my screams when I came, and my body quivered for a good fifteen minutes afterwards. I couldn't help myself and had to go down on her once more, and taste her beautiful pussy. And her on me, again. We lay there still kissing passionately, tasting and smelling each other's sex on our faces and mouths. We were drained of all our energy, but still so excited about our new relationship that we couldn't sleep. I looked at the clock and it was after 4:00 AM, and we had to get up for school in just a few hours. We were all sweaty, and the sheets were damp. "God, Beth, we're a mess," she yawned. "We'll never make it through school today." She was feeling around in the sheets. "The bed feels really wet right here where my butt was, we better turn on the lights and change the sheets," she said. I put on my panties and tee shirt, flipped on the lights on my way out, and went off to the bathroom to pee. When I got back the lights were still on and Chilie was making the bed with clean sheets. The next thing I noticed was the smell of sex in the room. I shut and locked the door, walked up to her and whispered to her, "Chilie, the whole room smells like pussy!" "That would be us, sweetheart," she whispered, smiling, and gave me a delicious open mouth kiss. She already had clean panties and tee shirts laid out for us. We wrapped our wet panties and tee shirts with the dirty sheets and pillow cases, and stuffed them into one of her old suitcases in the back of the closet. We agreed that when we got home from school we'd volunteer to do a load of wash, and sneak them into the machine. Then, we went quietly down the hall together for a quick shower. Chilie and I never wore too much makeup, but that morning we had to improvise to cover our swollen, red lips, the blue sucker mark on Chilie's neck, and the teeth marks on my chin where she bit me once when she came. We both had scratches on our backs and shoulders, and both of us complained to the other about sore nipples. The little webbing under my tongue was torn, and it hurt a little when I talked. Chilie had to change her panties again and use a tampon because she was spotting like she was going to start, and she said it was weird because she wasn't due yet. Yes we were a total mess, but I couldn't imagine two happier people anywhere on this earth. "Just how late did you girls stay up last night?" mom asked over breakfast. "We couldn't sleep, and just talked for a long time," Chilie mumbled over her toast. "Well, your eyes look all red, Beth. You too, Chilie. You sure you guys didn't sneak out last night and tie one on?" my dad asked, smiling. "Sure dad, but you'd be proud of us. We were too drunk to drive, so we walked home. Sorry about your car, though. Can't remember where we left it!" I joked with him. School dragged on and on the whole day and I never thought it was going to end. The only thing that kept me going was happy thoughts of Chilie and I. We exchanged glances and smiles, little hugs, and rubs on each other's shoulders whenever we could. Once by the noisy lockers, she whispered close to my ear, "I love you, Beth," and I mouthed the words, `me too' back to her. At home that night, we were both so very tired and the night seemed to drag on. We were watching TV with my parents in the living room. My dad was sitting on the love seat; my mom was almost on top of him with her arm around him, and her head resting on his shoulder. My parents were always so cute. They often showed affection for each other in front of us, and it gave us a warm feeling to see them like that. I was sitting at the end of the couch, and Chilie was laying down sleeping with her head resting on my lap, and I had my arm resting across her shoulder. "I wished the twins would have gotten along half as good as Beth and Chilie," I heard my mom say to my dad. "It would have been a lot quieter in the house while they were growing up. It seems like there was a different fight every day," he said smiling, and they were both looking at us. "What's wrong?" I asked them. I was half asleep, and wasn't really following the conversation. "Nothing's wrong, sweetheart," dad said. "We were just commenting on how well you and Chilie get along. "She's one on the best things that's ever happened to this family," mom said, looking at Chilie sleeping on my lap. "And, I love her so much," I said back to them, and strained my neck down to give her a kiss on the cheek. I looked up, and my parents had looked away and back to the television. I didn't know if they looked away because a scene in the movie got loud with a woman screaming, or because they were embarrassed to see me showing affection towards Chilie. With some time I'm sure they'll understand, if they don't already. I was too tired to think about it, and the next thing I knew, mom was waking us both up to go to bed. We were so tired we decided to shower in the morning, and we crawled right into bed together. We fell fast asleep in our favorite position with me on my back, her on her side next to me, and with our arms around each other. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as I dosed off thinking about how wonderful my life is.