Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2018 15:13:04 -0800 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Daria's Dreams Author's note: This one's a bit longer than most of my other stories, though I'm not entirely sure why. I thought of breaking it up into chapters, but I really think it flows better this way. Hopefully you'll enjoy it. As always, feedback and comments are much appreciated, including constructive criticism. This is also a good time to remind those who are able to consider donating to Nifty to keep the site going. It's a pretty great service they've got here, and hopefully it stays around for a while! DARIA'S DREAMS She was warm. And soft. And unbelievably pretty. So pretty it made Daria's stomach twist up in knots and her throat unable to speak. Daria felt her heart pounding and her body started to tingle all over. It was happening again and it felt good... so good. Daria could feel herself breathing heavier and her temperature was rising fast. She felt her face and chest flush and another thrilling tingle took hold of her. She could feel the girl's body heat close to her, and she felt her own temperature rise even higher. The girl's skin was so soft and smooth, her hands so delicate. Daria could smell the girl's skin and hair, and it made her heart pound even faster. She felt an urge inside of her - a deep, throbbing, incredibly powerful urge - stronger than she'd ever felt before. It was so intoxicating, so wonderfully thrilling and dizzying. This girl had a strange and intense power over Daria, and Daria felt absolutely helpless to resist it. Daria wanted her - desperately. She'd never felt anything so powerful. Her body burned for her. Her breath was quick, her heart was beating out of control. She couldn't resist the urge any longer. Her body trembling with desire, she leaned forward into the girl, opened her mouth, and... Daria's eyes opened wide. The girl had vanished, but her body was still throbbing with incredible desire. Daria tried desperately to hang on to the memory - it had felt so good! - but it was fading fast. The more she tried to recall it, the faster it seemed to fade. She bit her lip and silently cursed herself. Her body was completely worked up - hot, tingling, and flushed. She had never been so aroused in her life - only in these dreams. And this was the fourth one already! She swallowed dryly, wondering what it was all about. It was so strange for her... the dreams had always been about a girl, and Daria suspected it was the same one, but she could never remember the girl's face. Daria was utterly confused. She had never been attracted to girls before - at least that she was aware of - and yet these dreams had caused such incredibly powerful feelings in her. Feelings beyond anything she'd ever felt in real life for anyone - boys or girls. Was she a lesbian? She had no idea. She didn't want to throw a label on herself on the basis of a few dreams, especially when she didn't feel anything particular for girls while she was awake. But still. She couldn't deny the power of those dreams. They were so powerful and so strong, and they awakened such wonderful feelings in her that made her feel so alive, so full of passion and desire. She kind of hated to admit it to herself, but she secretly loved those dreams. They were so thrilling and so sexual and so intense. She was getting to the point where she kind of wished for them each night. They provided a welcome dose of excitement to her otherwise average, boring life. So what if they were about a girl, she started to think. They were only dreams. It's not like she was doing anything in real life. And besides, only she knew about them. They were her own private little secret. Even still, they were incredibly frustrating at the same time. They got Daria all worked up and excited beyond her wildest dreams, and then somehow they managed to stop right when she was about to do something really exciting and naughty like kiss the girl. She desperately wanted the dream to continue, but after she woke up, her adrenaline was going so fast there was no way she was getting back to sleep. It was also frustrating that she couldn't remember the girl's face. It always seemed like while she was dreaming, she was always looking right at the girl and into her eyes, which was part of why it was so exciting. She knew the girl was pretty - the prettiest girl she'd ever seen, in fact. So pretty it made her whole body weak. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember any specifics. If she could, maybe she could think about the girl during the day and get that same feeling back. Maybe do a little bit of daydreaming. But without any specifics, there was nothing to hold on to, and nothing she could use to piece together the memory and recreate that feeling. Daria bit her lip and looked over at her nightstand clock. It was 5:15am. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep, since she would have to get up for school in another half hour. So she lay awake in bed and let her mind run wild, which was pretty much the only thing she could do. Daria was sixteen, and a junior in high school. She never had a boyfriend - didn't see a point, really - and spent most of her time focusing on school and getting good grades. In fact, she hadn't even really given sex much thought at all... until these dreams, that is. Thinking about sex had never really done much for her, and she never really had a desire to explore that side of life. She never masturbated - again, not really seeing the point - and never had any sexual urges - at least that she thought were worth spending any time on. But lately things were different. These dreams had started a few weeks ago, and there was quite a gap between the first and second ones. But then the third one followed just a few days after the second one, and this one came just a few days after that. This was already the second one she'd had this week. These dreams were awakening something in her body she didn't know she had. Something deep and primal and powerfully sexual. A few weeks ago, Daria would have laughed if anyone asked her if she was a sexual person, but now she wasn't so sure. These feelings were so intense and so wonderful, she was now starting to see the appeal and why people seemed to talk about sex so much. Still, it's not like she had any sexual experience to speak of, and she wouldn't know what the hell to do if she was presented with an opportunity. All she had were urges. But oh what wonderful, what incredibly thrilling urges! All she could hope for was to keep having them and to try harder every time to hang on to those dreams before they faded from her memory. Maybe, just maybe she would even be able to stay asleep long enough to actually DO something with that mystery girl! She could only hope. Daria sighed and rolled onto her side. She looked across the room at the bed against the opposite wall and saw the small form of her sister under the sheets, breathing softly. Daria felt her heart melt as she lingered on her sister's form. Miley was the one person in the world she loved more than anything else. While most kids her age were idiots and only cared about partying or boyfriends or doing stupid stuff, Miley was different. She was sweet, kind, and incredibly intelligent. Miley was only fourteen and had just started high school, but already she was getting even better grades and was showing more promise and potential than Daria had at that age. Daria had no doubt Miley would go far in life - she might even end up changing the world one day. Daria loved her sister so much. She was so impressed with how she was growing up and was so incredibly proud of her. All through junior high, Miley had gone against the grain and stayed ahead of her class, keeping her focus, not doing any of the stupid things her peers did. Daria had been incredibly impressed with that. And now that she was in high school, Miley was already a member of five different clubs, on the swim team, and heading the honor roll committee for her class. She was destined for greatness, Daria just knew it. She had long conversations with Miley about staying focused and being future-oriented. They bonded over their knack for their studies and commiserated over being somewhat socially outcast. Neither had very many close friends, but they had each other. And that's what mattered. Daria was also shocked at what a beautiful young woman Miley was becoming. Miley was already much prettier than she was, and seemingly growing more and more beautiful by the day. If she kept this up, there would be no stopping what she could do with the world! But still, Daria knew that with beauty came a price. She was careful to caution Miley against the distraction of boys and keep her mind focused on her studies. Daria knew that Miley really looked up to her, and she paid close attention to anything Daria said, following her advice practically to a T. Their father had left when they were single digits, and their mother worked full time, so in a sense, it kind of felt like Daria had raised her sister. It had certainly brought them closer together. Daria knew that no matter what happened in life, whatever college or career choices came their way, they would always have each other. And that was incredibly comforting. Daria kept letting her mind go, thinking about all the wonderful times she and Miley had over the years and how incredibly proud of her she was. It was so nice and relaxing, and seemed to distract her almost completely from the frustration of her dream earlier. It wasn't long before Daria's alarm finally went off and she sighed, knowing she would have to stop yet another wonderful train of thought to get out of bed and get ready for school. As she climbed out of bed, she saw Miley stir. Daria took a moment to watch her sister wake up, just marveling at what an amazing, beautiful person she was. Slowly, Miley turned over and opened her puffy eyes, her gaze settling on Daria. Daria smiled. "Hey," Miley said, groggily. "Hey sis," Daria smiled. "Sleep well?" Miley nodded slowly. "Yeah, too well, I think," she said. "It sucks to have to get up now." Daria chuckled. "I know what you mean." She held her sister's gaze, smiling sweetly. Miley smiled back, and Daria was once again so incredibly grateful for the connection they had together. She sighed, resigning herself to the day. "Well... mind if I use the bathroom first?" Miley slowly shook her head. "Go ahead," she said in a slightly gravelly voice. Daria turned and walked to the bathroom, and as she did, she felt something a little curious. She looked down at herself and her heart practically pounded out of her chest. The entire crotch of her underwear was completely damp and darkened with moisture! She was mortified! She was just standing right in front of her sister, carrying on a conversation! Had Miley noticed?? Oh God, that would have been horrible! Daria tried to keep her cool as she walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Then she fell back against the wall, staring at herself in the mirror, panting with shock. She couldn't believe it! It was SO OBVIOUS! There was no way Miley could have missed it. Oh God, what must she be THINKING?! That she peed?? That she... MASTURBATED?!? Daria panicked as she reached over, spinning the roll of toilet paper, and tore off a bunch. She began wiping the front of her underwear, but that did absolutely nothing. She then pulled the waistband of her underwear away from her body and looked down. Her eyes widened in shock. There was a thick, gooey puddle of fluid on the crotch of her panties with several thick strands stretching up to her puffy, swollen lips. What the hell had happened to her?! She quickly shoved the wadded toilet paper down into her panties and began soaking up the fluids, wiping herself as well. She pulled the wad back out and inspected it, scrunching her nose as she looked at the thick, creamy fluid coating the wad. She leaned her nose close to it and immediately pulled back, eyes wide. It was SO strong! She threw the toilet paper into the toilet and then sat down and started to pee. As she peed, she looked down into the crotch of her panties that was staring right up at her from between her legs. It was absolutely soaked. She didn't know how she'd be able to hide it from her sister. She would have to walk out of the bathroom eventually, and Miley would be walking in. Surely she would see it again! Daria contemplated pulling another pair of dirty underwear out of the laundry and putting those on, but that would be just as suspicious, she thought. Miley would surely wonder why she had changed underwear before she'd even taken a shower. What was she going to do?? She decided she would just get in the shower and unlock the door so Miley could brush her teeth. It was the only way. They didn't usually share the bathroom like this, being respectful of each other's space. Even though they shared a room, the bathroom was always a private space where they would be alone. But this time Daria didn't have a choice. She finished peeing and wiped herself, then took off all her clothes and threw them in the hamper. Then she turned on the shower, unlocked the door, and stepped in the shower under the water. "Hey!" Daria called out once she was in the shower. "Sorry, I just needed to get in the shower. I just felt really nasty for some reason..." As soon as she said it, she realized she could have given herself away. She cursed herself, squeezing her eyes shut. "Um... So... you can go ahead and brush your teeth or whatever. The door's unlocked!" "Oh... okay!" Miley called out, her tone clearly acknowledging the unusualness of the situation. A few seconds later, Daria heard the bathroom door open. She felt a strange sensation as her sister entered the room. Somehow, it felt like Miley was invading on her personal space and Daria was acutely aware of the nakedness of her body in the presence of her sister, even though the shower doors were heavily frosted. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely uncomfortable. Daria couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely weird. "Hey, um..." Miley began. "I've gotta pee... Is that okay?" Daria realized she was trapped. She couldn't deny her sister one of the body's most basic urges, especially when she wasn't doing anything to directly prevent her. "Um, yeah! Sure," she said, trying to be as casual as possible. She was surprised at how shaken up her 'underwear situation' had gotten her. Daria heard the toilet lid go up and somehow it seemed magnified in the small room. The toilet was right next to the shower and no matter how much Daria tried to ignore it, she found herself unable to. Her eyes shifted over, and through the frosted glass, she could see the blurry form of her sister pull down her underwear and sit down on the toilet. Something twitched inside of Daria - she didn't know why. Why was she even looking that way?! She turned her head away and tried to focus on washing herself, but a few seconds later, she began to hear Miley's pee hitting the water. Somehow the sound, just like the toilet lid, was magnified in her head and she couldn't shake the image of her sister sitting on the toilet peeing. It was an image that had never entered her mind before and it was strangely unsettling. For the entire duration of Miley's pee, Daria couldn't stop thinking about it. It was weird, and twisted, she knew, so why was she doing it? She had no idea. Suddenly she realized her heart was pounding and her stomach was tying itself in knots. The only other time she had felt like that was... No! Stop! Daria shook her head and pushed those thoughts away. What the hell was wrong with her? It must be all her nerves from freaking out about her panties earlier... and all the crazy things she had felt in her dream. They were playing all kinds of tricks on her and it was really weird and freaky. Suddenly, Daria heard the toilet flush and she kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't be tempted to look out through the frosted glass again and see her sister pull her underwear back up. It was a good thing she didn't see her wiping, either, she thought. Wait, shit! Why was she thinking it now?! Stop it, Daria, stop it! A few seconds later, Miley had turned on the faucet and began washing her face and brushing her teeth. That, at least, was far less distracting. Daria pushed everything out of her head, focusing on washing herself. She forced herself to think of all the things she had to get done that day and all the assignments that were coming up in her classes. That definitely distracted her and she was able to finish washing herself until Miley finally walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Daria alone in the bathroom. After that incredibly strange morning, Daria seemed to have no problem getting back to what was really important - her studies. She was applying to colleges next year and had already started doing some preliminary research on it. It was so exhausting and time-consuming, it took up most of the afternoon. Daria went the whole rest of the day trying to forget, as much as possible, the strange events of that morning. That night, she actually made a point of NOT wishing for another dream like she had the previous night. And she didn't. The next day she woke up refreshed and ready to start the day anew. She was glad she had one less thing to worry about as she threw herself completely into her studies and college research. The next day was just the same, only as she was doing her history homework, for an ever-so-brief moment, she found herself wanting to feel like she felt in those dreams again. It had been a while - well, only a few days - and she was starting to... want it again? She didn't know. It did feel so incredible, she remembered. But it was also a terrible distraction. Maybe it was best she didn't have those dreams anymore, after all. And then... there she was. Like a miracle. The girl of her dreams. All the incredible sensations came back to her. The heat, the buildup, the desire. Daria was hot and flushed. She couldn't help it. She wanted it. This time, she really wanted it. The girl created so much heat in her, so much life. And she was so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. She stirred such incredible passions in Daria, she felt like anything was possible. Daria felt her breathing increase. She couldn't believe she was here with her again... She wanted her so badly. More than anything. She was flushed and hot, and her body tingled all over. The girl was so soft, so sensual, so feminine. Daria felt herself tremble in the face of this girl's exquisite beauty. The attraction between them was like nothing she'd ever felt. Somehow she knew the girl was feeling the exact same things she was. She could see it in her face, feel it in her heat, smell it emanating from her. They looked at each other, breathing deeply, knowing they both wanted it more than anything. The girl reached out her soft, delicate hands to touch Daria. Daria reached out to touch the girl's soft, smooth skin. Warmth. Heat. Shudders ran up and down their bodies. Their breathing got hotter and heavier. They were close, so close. Daria could feel the girl's heat against her and it drove her wild. She could feel the girl's hot breath on her face. Her hot, wonderful, delicious breath. Daria breathed it in and shuddered. It was so sexy, so feminine. There was an understanding between them, an attraction they felt deep inside their bodies. They both wanted it. To kiss. They both desperately wanted to feel their lips on each other. It would be so wonderful, so thrilling, so hot. Daria leaned her face toward the girl's and tilted it at an angle. The girl moved right with her, tilting her head in the opposite direction. They were breathing hot and heavy, right against each other's mouths. Daria could smell the girl's scent - her body, her aroma, her breath. It was intoxicating beyond her wildest imagination. Somehow she knew - they both knew - this kiss would be more than just a kiss. It was the culmination of something, but she couldn't tell what. Right then, she really didn't care. She just wanted to kiss the girl. Feel her lips on hers. Get to the point she'd always longed for but had never been able to achieve. Her body ached like never before. She trembled, her heart pounded, her sex throbbed. Then, she leaned forward, and their lips made contact. Wonderful, glorious, intense contact. The thrills and sensations that coursed through Daria's body at that moment were unlike anything she had ever felt. It was powerfully intense and she found herself gasping desperately for breath. All of her nerves were alive and throbbing with a fiery electricity that thrilled her to no end. It was indescribable - so wonderful, so thrilling, and so powerful. She felt better than she ever had in her life. She felt her heart melt and felt intensely connected with this girl, more than she realized previously. It was like a light bulb went on and she suddenly realized who it was. She'd known it all along, she realized, but now, with this kiss and this thrilling rush of sensations, the clarity of it was obvious. Daria felt another incredible rush course through her as she kissed her sister Miley, happy that she was giving her the same thrilling rush she was experiencing right then. Daria's eyes opened in a flash. She was gasping for breath. It was dark and she was still in her bed. Her body still tingled from the incredible intensity of the sensations she'd just experienced. For a second, all she felt was bliss - wonderful, thrilling bliss. And then in the next second, she recalled her dream, and the clarity of who the girl was hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been thinking about Miley. Her own sister. Her OWN SISTER! What the hell was wrong with her?! Daria's stomach churned and she felt like she was going to be sick. But the sensations... they had felt so incredible... They were stronger and more intense this time than they'd ever been. What the hell was happening to her?! Daria was so confused. She buried her face in her pillow and tried to forget everything. But it wouldn't go away. Images of Miley flashed through her mind - sitting in front of her, breathing heavily, hot, flushed, awakening those feelings in Daria all over again. Daria tossed around again in frustration. Was she going absolutely crazy?! Daria knew she had to relax. She lay still and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She was smart. She could figure this out. There had to be a rational explanation for all this. She ran through several possibilities in her head. Maybe Miley had, for some reason, just popped into her head at the last minute and the mystery girl hadn't really been her at all. But the more Daria thought about that, the more she knew it wasn't true. Each time she thought about Miley being the mystery girl, she felt a knot of nausea in the pit of her stomach, but she also felt her heart thump harder and a thrilling twinge throughout the rest of her body that was eerily similar to the arousal she'd felt in the dream. She knew it was wrong to think about her sister that way, but somehow her body overrode that. She couldn't control what she felt, and when she thought about the girl in her dreams being Miley, she felt an erotic rush. What did this mean? Was she attracted to her little sister?? Daria thought about Miley and all the times they'd shared, all the things they'd done together. She felt so much love for her sister it was overwhelming. And then, suddenly, she realized how close they were. They had been close their whole lives. Even when the option to get their own rooms came up, they decided to stay in the same room together because they were that happy being around each other. Miley was the one person in her life she loved more than anything. Could it be possible she loved her in a sexual way too? Daria bit her lip and admitted to herself that her sister was extraordinarily beautiful. Sometimes she would just look at her and simply marvel that anyone could be so gorgeous. But even those times, she surely didn't feel anything sexual toward her, did she? Were these dreams somehow expressing feelings she'd always felt but never wanted to confront? She remembered Freud's theories on dreams, but that couldn't be true, could it? Everyone agreed Freud was outdated. Right? Daria let these thoughts play around in her head until her alarm went off again. She looked across the room and saw Miley begin to stir. Something inside her stomach churned and she realized she couldn't deal with Miley right now. She couldn't even look at her. It was too confusing. So she did the only thing she could think of and pretend to be asleep. Daria lay completely still as she heard her sister slowly get up and turn off the alarm. She heard Miley climb out of bed and walk over to her own bed. A tingle rushed through her body. Then she felt Miley's hand on her shoulder. Her soft, gentle, feminine hand. Daria felt another thrill rush through her that she couldn't ignore. It was wonderful and she hated herself for feeling it. "Hey," Miley whispered. "Time to get up." Daria just groaned, pretending to be asleep. "You go ahead," she said, her eyes still closed. "I'll be up in a minute." "Kay," Miley said, and walked off toward the bathroom, closing the door. Daria snapped her eyes open. What the hell was she going to do? She couldn't avoid her sister like this forever. They lived together. Hell, they lived in the same room! She started to panic, not seeing any easy way out of this problem. Then she shook her head and told herself to focus. First thing was first. She had to get out of bed. Then she remembered what happened last time. Daria slid her hand down between her legs and felt her panties were thoroughly soaked. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise. Not only that, but her sex was incredibly sensitive to the touch - more so than it had ever been. She threw off her sheets and sat up. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them back. Her eyes widened as she saw that there was an even bigger puddle of fluid than there had been last time and it completely covered her crotch. She had to clean this up. Daria stood up, perhaps a little too fast as her head suddenly felt faint. Slowly, she regained her senses and ran to her drawer to grab a new pair of panties. She slowly began to pull the ones she had on down, pressing them tight against her body as she tried to wipe away all the fluids that covered her. When she got to her sex, wiping heavily across it, she gasped, her knees momentarily going weak. She couldn't believe how sensitive she was down there! She pulled her panties all the way off, wadded them up, and continued to wipe the excess fluids that still coated her crotch. Then she tossed them into the hamper and put on a clean pair just as she heard the bathroom door open. "Hey," Miley said, stepping out into the room. "H-hey..." Daria said, still terribly flustered. Miley looked up at her sister curiously. "You okay?" she asked. Daria was startled. Had she suspected something? "Uh... y-yeah, it's... it's nothing. I'm fine." Miley looked skeptical. "You look a little... I dunno, startled or something." "Uh, no... No, I'm... I'm fine," Daria stuttered. She knew Miley would never buy it. She thought quickly. "I just... I just had a... a bad dream, that's all," she said, praying Miley would be satisfied with that. Miley just rose her eyebrows nonchalantly. "Oh," she said, and walked back to her side of the room. Daria breathed a sigh of relief. "Well... I'm gonna pop in the shower, if that's okay with you," she said. "Sure, go ahead," Miley said. Daria rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door, relieved to finally have some time and space to herself. As she sat on the toilet peeing, she was surprised to find that she was actually catching her breath. What is wrong with me? she kept thinking over and over again. When she finally climbed into the shower, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Everything had been so hectic so far, it was nice to have some warm water cascading over her body and some time to think. She was so surprised at how sensitive her private parts were, she knew there had to be a reason. Why was it so much more intense last night? She had never felt anything like it. It was so powerful, it was almost like... and then it hit her. It was an orgasm. She had her very first orgasm. That's why it was so intense. It made perfect sense. Her mind spun at the realization. As she recalled the sensations she'd felt, she realized it had been the most incredible and powerful feeling she'd ever experienced. And then her stomach flipped. The moment she had the orgasm was the moment she finally kissed the dream girl, and the moment she realized the dream girl was her sister. The idea of kissing her own sister had made her cum for the very first time. Daria's mind spun even more. She didn't know if she could handle how heavy all this was. She loved that sensation dearly, and desperately wanted to experience it again. But she got it while thinking about her sister! And she had never come close to anything like it before in her life. Would she ever again? Was she doomed to link an orgasm with thoughts of her sister? Is that what she would have to think about if she ever wanted another one? What the hell was wrong with her?! Daria was tired of thinking. She tried to shut her mind off as best she could and finish her shower. Two more weeks went by and Daria had several more dreams about Miley. Each time, she knew very clearly who she was with, and it excited her beyond belief. The dreams got progressively more intense as gentle kissing soon progressed to full-on making out. Daria put her hands on her sister's body in the dreams, which brought her to even newer and more thrilling heights. Sometimes she woke up panting in a sweat, completely flushed and thoroughly aroused, but most of the time she came in her sleep, waking up in the blissful afterglow of her orgasm. Daria had never felt such thrilling and wonderful sensations in her whole life, but as soon as she was fully awake, she always felt terribly guilty about her dreams. She couldn't quite reconcile the fact that she felt this way while thinking about her sister, and it drove her crazy. Every time she woke up she would look across the room at the soft, sleeping form of her little sister, that perfect, wonderful person who she cared about more than anyone else, and she would feel terrible. Miley didn't deserve this, she thought. She didn't deserve an older sister who thought about her that way. Daria couldn't stop herself from wondering what would happen if Miley ever found out about her dreams. Would she hate her? Never talk to her again? Daria couldn't bear the thought. But still, the dreams persisted. So much so that they were beginning to affect Daria's waking thoughts. Every now and then, Daria would catch herself looking at her sister and feel something wonderful stirring deep inside her, just like she felt in her dreams. It was terribly conflicting for her. She knew it was wrong to feel those things, but they made her feel so wonderful inside and a part of her didn't want them to go away. Lately, she was afraid that part of her was growing stronger and stronger. It was getting to the point where she was getting ready for bed and actually began to wish for the dreams to come back that night. There was simply nothing like them. Besides, they were getting better and better and she was growing excited to do more with her sister in her dreams. She wanted it to progress beyond kissing and touching - just to see what else they might do. And then, one night, she got her wish. She was in the house - in the living room - and got that familiar tingly feeling and swimming sensation in her stomach. Somehow, she knew Miley was nearby. She went to Miley's room and opened the door. Her heart pounded as she saw her sister and Miley grinned widely, happy to see her. She felt herself flush with arousal from head to toe and somehow knew Miley was feeling it too. Miley stood up and they started walking towards each other, feeling their arousal increase with each step. Daria wanted her so bad, her entire body ached. Then, suddenly, they were embracing and kissing passionately on the lips. Daria felt a fire burning in her belly, hot and growing hotter by the second. She felt her sister's body pressing tight against her and felt her sex ache with need. Their kissing grew heavier and their hands began to roam each other's bodies. Daria felt the ache throbbing and growing stronger by the second. Suddenly an instinct took over and she began grinding her hips into her sister's to try and alleviate the ache. The knowledge that she was pushing and grinding her private parts against her sister thrilled her. It only increased her passion and she began to grind harder. Miley took her in her arms and pulled her back onto the bed. Daria found herself on top of her sister, her body pressing into her tightly. She ground her hips again and Miley began pulling her tighter against her. Daria felt her passion rise higher than ever before and she knew she had to keep grinding. Her sister's body felt so exquisite, so soft and delicate beneath her, it was giving her everything she needed. She began to pump her hips hard and tight against Miley's body and the feeling was so incredible she began to groan out loud. Everything was hot and intense and Daria knew she was going to have an orgasm - an incredibly powerful one. She was in her sister's arms and Miley wanted her there. She pumped and ground, and suddenly her body erupted in the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced. She kept thrusting and pumping into her sister and then the unthinkable happened - she had another orgasm ON TOP OF the first one! It was beyond anything she'd ever felt. She kept humping and thrusting, and suddenly a THIRD orgasm wracked her body. She was panting hot and heavy, barely believing what was happening to her. It was all due to her incredibly beautiful, amazing little sister and she found herself crying out her name over and over. When she woke up, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was panting hotter and heavier than she ever had before. She also felt an exquisite bliss enveloping her entire body that put her in such a calming state, she didn't care about anything right then. Not feeling guilty, not worrying about her desires, just bliss. ************************************************* What Daria was completely unaware of was that Miley was awake. In fact, Miley had woken up a few times to the sounds of heavy panting from her sister. At first she was worried, but it wasn't long before she figured out what was happening to her sister. She was having an erotic dream. It was the only explanation. Miley began to wonder if Daria had a boyfriend at school, or if there was someone she liked that she wasn't telling her about. It was a little weird to hear her sister panting so heavily, but she knew Daria was asleep and didn't want to disturb her or embarrass her sister by waking her up. In fact, there was a small part of Miley that was a little jealous. It seemed that whatever was happening to Daria, she was really enjoying it and Miley wondered what it felt like. Daria almost always woke up afterwards, though, and Miley did her best to pretend she was still sleeping. Usually Daria fell right back asleep, but other times she seemed to stay up, tossing and turning. Those nights were frustrating for Miley because she couldn't sleep either. She just lay awake wondering what Daria had just experienced and what had led to it. But tonight was different. Very, very different. Miley woke up to the sounds of her sister panting heavily and knew it was happening again. She perked her ears up and started to listen carefully for any clues of what Daria's dreams might be about. She couldn't help herself for feeling curious. It just seemed so powerful and intense, whatever it was Daria was feeling. But tonight, Daria was making more sounds than heavy breathing. As Miley listened, she started to hear the sounds of sheets rustling in a kind of rhythmic pattern. After a few seconds, the rustling got louder and the rhythm started to get heavier and faster. Daria was very clearly moving her body around in some kind of thrusting or humping manner. Miley was shocked by this at first, and then her heart started to pound. She realized she was eavesdropping on something very personal. Maybe her sister was actually... having sex in her dream! The thought was strange, but kind of thrilling for Miley. She, of course, had never had sex before, but had heard about it and was mildly curious about it. And now, from what she was hearing from her sister, it sounded pretty intense! Miley continued to listen and could now hear Daria making little squealing and grunting noises. If this wasn't sex, Miley didn't know what was. Her heart pounded faster and her body started to tingle all over. This was more thrilling than she thought! The sheets were rustling heavier and Daria was clearly thrusting her hips more rapidly, against the bed or the sheets or something nearby. And then Miley started to hear sounds like, "Oh! Oh God!" Miley's eyes opened wide and her heart pounded even faster. Was Daria about to... climax?? The thought was terribly thrilling for Miley. She knew this was something she shouldn't be hearing, but she couldn't stop herself. It sounded too exciting. She strained her ears and could hear more grunting and panting. Then Daria started mewling something soft and inaudible. Miley strained her ears and listened harder. Then, gradually, the sounds got louder: "Oh... Oh God... Muh... Muh... Miley! Oh God, Miley! UNNGH! NNNFFF! UHHNNNFF!" And then silence. Miley lay completely still with her eyes open wide. There was no mistaking what she heard. It was loud and clear as day. Daria, her own sister, had called out her name during what was very clearly an erotic dream, and even more shocking - at the climax! What did that mean?? Miley wracked her mind for anything other than the obvious explanation. But no matter how hard she tried, she could only come to one conclusion - that Daria had an erotic dream about her. Somehow, on some level, Daria was sexually attracted to her. The thought made her queasy and her heart pounded in shock. This most definitely wasn't normal. But was it... wrong? The more Miley thought about it, the more she realized it was only a dream. Daria hadn't ever done anything remotely suggesting she was attracted to her in real life, so really she hadn't done anything wrong. These dreams were all in her subconscious, so she really couldn't control them anyway. What if she hated these dreams? What if she felt awful about them? Miley suddenly started to feel tremendous sympathy for her sister. Come to think of it, Daria had been acting a little strangely around her lately, and was quieter than usual. Maybe these dreams were really getting to her and she really felt terrible about them. Miley suddenly wished there was something she could do to help her sister. But there was something else, too. Something beyond all that. The longer Miley stayed awake and the more she kept thinking, she couldn't help but replay the sounds she heard her sister making during her dream. They had ignited something in Miley - a curiosity, yes, but also something more. Miley felt strange about admitting it to herself, but somehow it was absolutely thrilling listening to her sister make those sounds. They were so primal and uninhibited. So raw and direct, so... pure. There was no concealing, no subduing, no beating around the bush. That was what Daria sounded like when she was incredibly aroused and in the throes of orgasm. And it was strangely exciting to hear. It was almost... well, it was... kind of beautiful. Miley knew she shouldn't be thinking things like that, but she couldn't help herself. Besides, they were her own private thoughts, and apparently Daria had some pretty dirty private thoughts of her own! But there was also something else... something Miley felt immediately in the moment, but dismissed and didn't come back to it until quite a bit later as she lay in bed, running thoughts through her mind. It happened the moment Daria called out her name, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was certainly shocking, yes, but there was something more. What was it? Curiosity? No, something more than that... something closer to... flattery? Yes, she almost felt flattered, she realized. Miley had never given sex much thought, much less considered herself sexually attractive. She simply didn't think about such things. But here was a case of someone very clearly sexually excited by her, which was strangely thrilling. It was just too bad that person happened to be her sister. Or was it? Miley had always felt incredibly close to her sister. She loved her more than anything in the world and felt Daria was the one person she knew who truly understood her. She looked up to Daria in so many ways and modeled so much of her life and personality after her. She had always wished she could be just like her sister. Daria was so smart and so beautiful and so dedicated to school and life and anything she put her mind to. She was nothing short of an inspiration to Miley. And maybe this was some of the reason Miley didn't feel quite so disgusted or put-off by what she heard as maybe other girls would if they heard their sisters say that. To Miley, Daria was perfect. And while this was definitely a strange and unexpected development, Miley found it hard to fault her sister too much. The connection between them was simply too strong. Over the next few days, Miley took it in stride and treated her sister as if nothing had happened, interacting with her as she always had. She definitely noticed Daria acting a little more strange and distant, but this time she knew why. It frustrated Miley because she hated to see her sister so conflicted. Miley couldn't imagine what Daria must be going through. It had to be incredibly difficult. Strangely, Miley began to realize that, rather than freaking her out and creating division between them, that little incident that night had actually caused Miley to feel more even more sympathy and compassion for her sister, bringing them even closer together, at least in her mind. She felt like she understood Daria better. She knew one of her deepest, most private secrets and truly felt for her. Maybe it was because Daria's secret was about her and Miley felt strangely flattered by it, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that Miley felt closer to her sister than ever before. ******************************************** Miley found herself staring at her sister in the bathroom. She didn't know how long she had been doing it, but she couldn't pull her eyes away. Daria was looking in the mirror, getting herself ready. Doing her hair, making herself look pretty. And she did look pretty. Unbelievably so. Miley thought she looked gorgeous. She loved looking at Daria. It gave her a wonderful, warm feeling inside. A feeling that was only growing warmer by the second. And then, Daria turned and looked at her. Miley felt a strange jolt of energy rush through her and her body gave a sort of little shudder. They held eye contact and Miley felt that warm feeling growing hotter and hotter. There was something about the way Daria was looking at her... something different. Something that made Miley's heart pound and her knees weak. She had never seen Daria look at her this way before... or had she? She couldn't remember. All she knew was that her stomach was tying itself in knots and her heart was pounding faster. And then, Daria started to move towards her. She was moving almost in slow motion and Miley was fixed on every single little detail of her sister's body. She was moving so slowly and so fluidly, it had a hypnotizing effect on Miley. Miley knew she was going to approach her, and her heart pounded like never before. She just knew Daria was going to do something - something that made her even weaker than she already was. Daria walked right up to her and stood right in front of her - inches away. Miley could feel her sister's heat, her sister's energy. It was intoxicating. They had never stood so close before. It was scary, but also terribly exciting. There was something between them - something Miley felt almost tangibly. It was so strong and powerful she couldn't move. She was simply frozen in place, staring up into Daria's eyes... Daria's beautiful, hypnotic eyes. And then, suddenly, she felt Daria's warm, soft hands on hers. Miley felt Daria take her hands into her own as they continued gazing into each other's eyes. It meant something. Something thrilling. Daria's heat was radiating against her. Miley could feel it and it warmed her. Then Daria took Miley's hands and pulled her to the side. Miley knew Daria was pulling her toward the bed. Daria lay on the bed and Miley laid down next to her. Somehow, Miley knew what was happening. And she wanted it. More than anything. She wanted Daria to show her. To show her what to do. Daria moved a hand up and brushed a strand of hair out of Miley's face, gently tucking it behind her ear. Miley thought it was the most beautiful, sweetest gesture and she felt her heart pound even faster. They were getting closer, Miley could feel it. They were right in front of each other, inches apart, looking into each other's eyes. Miley looked down at her sister's mouth, saw her lips part slightly. Miley felt a thrill rush through her like she'd never felt before. And then Daria leaned in, closer... closer... Miley awoke with a gasp, her heart pounding rapidly, her entire body tingling with a thrilling rush. What had just happened?!? Was it all a dream?! No! NO! Miley closed her eyes, desperately wishing it to continue. She thought hard, her brain working desperately to recover the elements and details of the dream. But it was fading. NO, thought Miley. No, no, NO! She tried again, but was unable to hold on. She opened her eyes and sighed in frustration. As she gradually accepted the fact that she was awake and wasn't going back to sleep any time soon, she began to let her mind clear up a bit. She realized she had been dreaming. She knew the dream was about Daria. And she knew that she was feeling powerful and compelling urges toward her sister... sexual urges. There was no denying it. She had an erotic dream about Daria. She suddenly realized this is what Daria was going through. She was feeling the exact same things that Miley was feeling right now. Oh, it was so thrilling! So wonderful! And so intense! She suddenly felt closer to her sister than ever before. She had now had the same experience as her. Miley's heart practically melted in her chest. She suddenly had the urge to tell Daria all about this. About her dream, how powerful it was, how she knew Daria had the same dreams, and that would solve everything. That would bring them even closer together and there would be no more secrets. There might even be... something more between them. Could there? Could it be possible? And then Miley shook her head. She was being completely ridiculous. Of course that could never happen. Sisters weren't supposed to feel these things, let alone act on them. That was absurd! Daria would probably tell her she was a freak for even thinking such things! Miley's heart sank. She didn't know what she was thinking. Still, she knew Daria had these dreams. And now she'd had one too. As she shifted around in her bed, she felt a strange sensation. She put her hand between her legs and was shocked to discover a wet spot on the front of her panties. That had certainly never happened before! She slipped a finger inside the crotch and could feel that her entire vagina was coated in this wetness. She wiped some of it off, then brought her finger up to her nose. It was a faint musky, slightly bitter aroma. So this is what female arousal smells like, she thought. She wondered if Daria smelled the same way when she got aroused. And then something hit her. She remembered a few weeks ago when Daria had gotten out of bed, the entire front of her panties were covered in a dark wet spot. It was impossible to miss. But Daria acted as if everything was normal - at least at first, so Miley didn't say anything. She thought maybe Daria had an 'accident' in bed, but now she realized she probably had one of these dreams. That was her AROUSAL that Miley had seen on the front of her panties! Miley gasped at the realization and a fantastic thrill rushed through her, making her shudder. She looked over at her sister's form lying under the covers across the room. Daria was clearly asleep, but Miley felt a strange, powerful connection with her sister right then. She began to wonder why she hadn't seen any more signs of that on her sister's panties - it was just that one night. And then it slowly dawned on her that Daria must have been aware of it and was probably being more careful from that point on. But there still must have been evidence. Her panties must be somewhere and they must have her wetness in them. Miley lay awake, letting these thoughts run through her head. She bit her lip, wondering if there was a way to find out if Daria was still wetting her panties with her arousal. The more Miley thought about it, the more excited she became and the more she resolved to actually find out for herself. There was something in her... some need to confirm that her sister was still doing this. She knew it was potentially dangerous, but she just had to find out. *********************************************** It turned out Miley didn't have to wait long. The very next night, Miley could barely sleep, just lying awake thinking about these things. She heard Daria fall asleep and continued to stay awake for some time. She didn't know whether she had dozed off or not, but at some point in the night, her eyes popped open as she heard the sounds of rustling. Her heart immediately began to beat quickly and adrenaline began to rush through her body. Was Daria having another one of her dreams? Miley listened intently, keeping her body as still as possible. She listened to her sister twitch and roll around for a minute or so, and then she thought she could faintly hear Daria's breathing pick up slightly. In almost no time it was clear that Daria was panting. Miley's heart pounded in her chest. Daria was definitely having an erotic dream. There was no doubt about it. Less than a minute later she was whimpering and making that rhythmic thrusting movement again. Miley turned her head carefully. She wanted to watch. As she focused her eyes, she could make out the form of her sister under her bedsheet. She was facing toward the wall, but her form was clearly outlined by the thin sheet. Miley could see Daria's hips thrusting, bucking in her sleep. Miley felt her entire body hot with arousal as she watched. Every sound Daria made thrilled Miley like crazy. Her sounds were so sexy, so erotic, so... hot with passion. Miley felt every nerve in her body on fire as she contemplated the possibility that her sister was dreaming about her again. And then, she heard it. "Oh... Oh Miley! Ye - Uh! Mmph!" Her name. Miley. Coming from her sister's passionate, breathy voice. Miley's eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing increased. She was getting so hot. And then, a few more squeals from her sister, and it was quiet. Miley silently cursed. It was over way too quickly. She quickly closed her eyes and listened as Daria's breathing slowed, and heard her turn over. She was awake. Miley dared not make a single move. Miley desperately wished it would have gone on just a little bit longer. But it didn't. And now she was stuck waiting. She heard Daria sigh in frustration, then toss and turn for a while. Miley had no concept of time and didn't know how late it was or how long she had been listening. All she knew was that there was no way she was going back to sleep. She just lay there, replaying the events over and over again in her head. Daria's heavy panting. The form of her body... her gently thrusting hips. Her squeals. Her calling out Miley's name in the heat of the moment. Miley had never felt so thrilled and turned on in her life. But she couldn't do anything about it, which meant she had never been so frustrated before either. The rest of the night was a blur. She was surprised when her alarm rang. It had felt like only a few minutes had gone by, yet at the same time it felt like hours had passed. Miley was suddenly wide awake, her body instantly filled with adrenaline and purpose. She thought quickly. She figured she should keep the routine exactly the same so Daria wouldn't suspect anything. So she got up first, heading to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She realized this is when Daria must be changing. Her heart pounded with anticipation of what she would do when she came out of the bathroom. After she was done, she walked out of the bathroom, saying hi to her sister as casually as possible. As usual, Daria seemed a little flustered, muttered a hi, and headed to the bathroom. Miley tried to be as casual as possible as she snuck a peek down at her sister's crotch. She didn't really get a good look, but as far as she could tell there was no wet spot. Which meant Daria had already changed. As soon as Daria closed the door to the bathroom, Miley tip-toed to the hamper, her heart pounding like crazy. She quietly lifted the lid and her heart skipped a beat as she saw a rumpled pair of panties right on top that weren't hers. She bit her lip and reached down to touch them. They were warm! Every nerve in her body trembled with excitement as she picked them up and carefully began to examine them. Immediately she saw that the crotch was wet. Very wet. Her breathing grew shallower and her heart beat even faster. She turned the crotch panel inside out and was shocked to find a considerable amount of slimy, slightly creamy fluid smeared across the inside. Her knees grew weak. This was her sister's arousal. Gingerly, she took her index finger and wiped up some of it. It was thicker and slimier than hers. She brought it to her nose and it had a similar smell to her own, but with clearly distinct characteristics that belonged just to Daria. Her entire body tingled with an intense desire and arousal she hadn't quite expected. She suddenly had powerful urges that shocked and surprised her. She brought her sister's panties closer to her nose and inhaled. The arousal only got stronger. She suddenly began to wonder what it tasted like. She felt a heavy burning between her legs and had an incredible desire to touch herself, to alleviate that itch. But could she do that while Daria was still in the bathroom? Suddenly she heard the toilet flush. Daria would be out soon. In a flash, she closed the lid of the hamper and took her sister's panties, quickly sliding them under her pillow. They would have to wait for later. She tried to look and act as normal as possible as Daria came out of the bathroom, but she doubted she was doing a very good job. All day long, Miley kept thinking about her sister's panties under her pillow. How she longed to look at them again. Would her sister's fluids still be on them or would they have dried up? Would they still smell like they did that morning? She couldn't wait to find out the answers to these questions. But she knew she wouldn't be able to get to them after school - Daria usually went in their room to do homework. They would have to wait until that evening after Daria fell asleep. And that was incredibly frustrating for Miley. The entire rest of the day had been one long wait for Miley. And of course that night, as the girls were getting ready for bed, Miley wasn't the least bit tired. In fact, she'd never been so excited and energized in her life. When they settled in bed and the lights were out, Miley knew she would have to wait until Daria was asleep, but that didn't mean she couldn't keep herself excited until then. She casually and carefully slipped her hand under her pillow and felt around until she felt her sister's panties. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she slid them around between her fingers. She very carefully felt every single inch of them and could clearly tell where the crotch was because it was still ever so slightly damp. That thrilled Miley like crazy and caused her to squeeze her legs together tightly. Miley lay like this for a long time, just letting the anticipation build as she waited for her sister to fall asleep. It seemed like forever until Daria finally did fall asleep, but Miley was careful, waiting until she heard her sister's soft, rhythmic breathing. Once she was sure Daria was asleep, her heart began beating quickly again as her excitement grew. Very slowly, she began to pull her sister's panties out from underneath her pillow. She held them to her face and began to sniff them, feeling her entire body grow incredibly aroused as she contemplated the fact that this smell was her sister's arousal. Immediately she squeezed her legs together, feeling her entire body tingle. She felt a heavy throbbing between her legs and squeezed her legs together harder, rocking her hips slightly. This felt good, but not good enough. She rolled onto her stomach and pressed her hips against her mattress. She sighed deeply, her sister's panties still against her face. This felt better. Much better. She began grinding her hips around on the mattress, breathing in her sister's scent over and over. Such wonderful, incredible things were happening to her young body, thrilling her like crazy. As she ground her hips around, her head kept pushing into her pillow - a minor annoyance. Then, suddenly, she had an idea. She looked over at Daria, making sure she was still asleep. Satisfied that she was, Miley carefully took her pillow and slid it down, pulling it next to her. She then rolled her hips to one side and stuffed her pillow between herself and the bed. When she rolled back onto it, her eyes rolled back in her head. Yes. THIS was it. She pushed her hips into the pillow and her jaw dropped open. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She placed her sister's panties on the bed in front of her face so she could lean down and sniff them whenever she wanted. She began grinding her hips into the pillow and her eyelids fluttered closed as she gasped in pleasure. She pictured her sister in bed, bucking her hips, panting, crying out Miley's name, getting her panties wet with her fluids. Miley bit her lip to keep from crying out and leaned down to press her nose against her sister's panties. She breathed them in over and over, grinding her hips harder and tighter into her pillow. The pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was intense beyond her wildest dreams. She pumped her hips harder and pictured her sister having an orgasm. "MMPH!" she squealed and suddenly everything in her body exploded. A pleasure she'd never known seized her, so intense that her entire body froze up, causing her to tremble over and over. It was so powerful and so wonderful and so incredible, she bore down hard against her pillow, desperate to prolong this sensation as long as she could. She held the image of her beautiful sister in her head, panting and trembling in her own orgasm, thinking of Miley. It was so powerful, Miley came a second time, her entire body shuddering over and over, her nostrils filled with the scent of her sister's sex. She had no idea anything could feel so incredible. When it was over, Miley could barely move. She just lay limply on her bed, panting heavily. She felt a heavy bliss settle over her and her eyelids got very heavy quickly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't stay like this. Mustering all her strength, she rolled her hips to the side, pulled the pillow out from under her, and threw it back at the head of her bed, covering her sister's panties with it. She plopped her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and fell into a wonderful, incredibly deep sleep. *************************************************** Daria was in a haze when she heard a soft, rhythmic rustling. She had just fallen asleep - why was she being woken up again? Her adrenaline started to rush as she realized the rustling was coming from within her own room. Her heart was now pounding and she was wide awake. She kept as still as possible and opened her eyes. As her eyes began to focus, she realized she was looking across the room at her sister's bed. She could see movement, and it was clearly corresponding to the rhythmic rustling sounds. She felt another heavy jolt of adrenaline as she realized it was her sister who was moving rhythmically. Was she... was she humping her bed?!?? From what Daria could tell, it sure looked like it! As her eyes focused further, she could see that Miley was lying on her stomach, her face pressed down into her mattress, and her hips were slightly raised, pushing up and down into the bed. She could hear Miley gasping and panting as she thrust her hips over and over. Daria felt her body instantly filled with adrenaline and incredible excitement. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Miley was masturbating! Daria instantly felt a twitching and a heavy throbbing between her legs. She thought to herself over and over again that she must be dreaming, but this was definitely too real to be a dream. She was actually watching her little sister hump her bed. Daria's heart pounded like crazy. She'd never felt so hot and excited before - at least while she was awake. She dared not move though, for fear Miley would see her and stop what she was doing. She just lay there, watching, feeling herself get hotter and hotter by the second. Miley's breathing got heavier, the rustling got louder, and soon Miley's bed began to creak. Miley was pushing her hips hard and fast now and Daria had a desperate urge to touch herself. The sight before her was doing incredible things to her body. Miley now began thrusting her hips hard, grunting softly. Then, after two really hard thrusts, Daria actually heard her little sister give a muffled squeal into the mattress, and she instantly knew her sister was cumming. The intense heat and arousal that gripped her body at that moment was indescribable. She held her breath for fear of panting herself! All she could do was squeeze her legs together tightly to alleviate the heavy throbbing that was occurring between her legs. A few seconds later, it was over, and Miley had collapsed against her bed. Daria still dared not move, waiting until she was sure Miley was asleep. And then, she heard her sister move, pulling something out from under the sheets. It was her pillow, and she threw it up at the top of her bed. With a shock, Daria realized Miley had been humping her pillow. She was suddenly seized with another wave of intense arousal that surprised her. At this point, lying still was absolute torture. She was wide awake, filled with incredible energy and sexual arousal. She had just watched her sister masturbate and she realized it had gotten her just as hot, if not hotter, than any of the dreams she'd had about her. This was real. It really happened. If only she could just move... But she held still, waiting patiently. It only seemed like a minute or two had passed before she heard Miley's breathing slow and rhythmic. She must be asleep. Daria desperately wanted to move, but she decided to wait yet another minute just to make sure. Miley's breathing hadn't changed. Daria figured her orgasm must've knocked her out. She didn't blame her! But now, Daria was free to move. The first thing she did was slowly slide her hand down between her legs and cup her sex. It was hot and very moist. She sighed deeply as she began to slowly massage it, closing her eyes and replaying the scenario she'd just witnessed. She sighed deeply again and slid her hand up and then under her panties to cup her naked, slick sex. She bit her lip as her body writhed under the sheets. She had never done this before - touched herself - but she couldn't help it now. She was too hot and it would be torture if she didn't do anything about it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she told herself that this was wrong - that she was actively, and consciously, masturbating to thoughts of her sister - but she didn't dwell on that thought for too long. She was far too hot and bothered. She slid her thin fingers through the slick folds of her sex as she rubbed herself, sighing over and over, feeling her hips involuntarily writhe and thrust back and forth of their own accord. In her mind, she saw the raised hump of Miley's butt under the sheets as it pumped up and down into what she now knew was her pillow. An intense passion seized her as she pressed her hand tighter against her sex, her hips thrusting up into it. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the incredible sensation. She kept her mind focused on that image - Miley's raised butt, pumping and thrusting over and over into her pillow, harder, tighter... Daria's thighs squeezed tight around her hand, and she pictured her sister cumming, holding that thought as clearly and vividly as she could. She gasped sharply as she felt an orgasm immediately seize her and her body started trembling heavily. She shoved her hand tight against her, clamping her thighs around it as hard as she could, riding out her very first conscious orgasm. When it was over, Daria opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She felt incredible - warm and blissful all throughout her body. She was absolutely amazed at how powerful that was and was immediately glad she did it. She simply lay prostrate, breathing heavily, relishing the warm, wonderful feeling as she felt her eyelids grow heavy. ************************************************ When Daria awoke the next morning, she felt better than she had in a long time. She had slept hard and long, not waking up once after... well, after she masturbated. She began thinking about that wonderful masturbation again and what had led to it. Immediately, she felt a rush of adrenaline and a wave of arousal. But that was immediately cut short by the sounds of Miley stirring in her bed. It was time to get up and Miley would be getting up any second to use the bathroom. Daria simply lay in bed, replaying the events of last night in her head. She carefully reached down between her legs and felt herself. She was surprised to find she was still pretty damp. She would have to change again while Miley was in the bathroom. Slowly, Miley began rustling around, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Daria turned her head toward her sister. Miley was moving very strangely, turning her whole body around in bed it seemed, and flipping onto her stomach. The first thing to emerge from under her sheets was her right leg, followed by her left. She reached around for the floor with her feet and slowly stood up, facing away from Daria. As she kept her back to Daria as she slowly made her way to the bathroom, Daria realized with a twinge of arousal that Miley's panties must be wet! That's why she didn't want to face her. It only excited Daria further. Once Miley was in the bathroom, Daria quickly threw off the covers and went to her drawer to grab a fresh pair of panties, which she quickly changed into. She was about to climb back into bed when her eyes fell on her sister's pillow. The very pillow she had humped last night, Daria realized with another twinge of arousal. Which side was it, she wondered. Was it the side that was face up, or did she turn her pillow over afterward? Daria slowly reached out to touch her sister's pillow. She grabbed it and lifted it up to turn it over... and received the shock of her life. Under her sister's pillow was a pair of panties - Daria's panties. She immediately recognized them as the same panties she had worn to bed the night before. The same panties she had a dream about Miley in. What the hell were they doing under Miley's pillow?! Daria felt a deluge of feelings that jumbled up her stomach and her brain and couldn't quite figure out how to process what she'd just seen. Quickly, she set Miley's pillow back down and rushed back under her own covers. She lay there, her mind spinning, as she waited for her sister to get out of the bathroom. Why... why... WHY were her panties there? Miley must have put them there, there was no other explanation. Daria thought back to last night... as Miley was humping her pillow, she had her face down in her mattress... right where her pillow would have been. And come to think of it, it DID sound like Miley was breathing through her nose a lot... at least inhaling. Was Miley sniffing her panties?? While she humped her pillow?!?! The thought gripped and seized Daria's body like an earthquake. Her mind spun and reeled. She desperately tried to wrack her brain for any other possible solution. But there wasn't any. The evidence couldn't have been any clearer. The sound of the bathroom door opening jolted her like lightning. Miley came out carrying an old shirt, hanging it casually so that it blocked the view between her legs. Daria tried to act as normal as possible, but she simply couldn't. The realizations that had recently come to her were too profound. She desperately hoped Miley wouldn't say anything to her - she wouldn't be able to conceal her voice well enough. Thankfully, Miley didn't say anything. The bathroom door was wide open for her. Quickly, Daria bolted up from her bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands on the counter, staring at her reflection. She looked shocked, dazed, and of course like she'd just woken up. What the hell was going on? She felt a twinge of disgust as she realized this was the face of a person who masturbated to thoughts of her own sister. She felt sick, but that was quickly replaced with confusion as she remembered that Miley had masturbated while sniffing her big sister's panties! She lingered on this thought, replaying the events she'd witnessed last night, now with the knowledge that Miley was sniffing her panties. Slowly, she began to see the hard nubs of her nipples poking through her t-shirt. She was getting aroused all over again. No! she thought. Not now. I've got to get ready for school. Daria tried to push all those thoughts to the back of her mind as she grabbed her toothbrush and started going about her morning routine. She sat down on the toilet and began to pee while she brushed her teeth. As she casually looked down at her panties stretching between her legs, she could clearly see that the crotch was newly moistened. And she had just changed into these! Again, she tried to push these thoughts to the back of her mind. But it was futile. They kept coming back over and over. Miley humping her pillow. Sniffing her panties. Sniffing her panties. Sniffing her panties. God, why would she do something like that? It was so gross! It was so... God... it was gross, but it was also... somehow incredibly hot. Daria couldn't deny that. And that was perhaps why she couldn't get the thought out of her head. Miley LIKED the smell of her panties. Her dirty panties. She liked them so much she got off to them. Daria simply couldn't shake the thought. It haunted her like nothing had haunted her before. She finished brushing her teeth and, as casually as possible, walked back into the room. Miley stood up. She was wearing jogging shorts now. "I'm gonna get in the shower now," Miley said. "Okay," Daria said blankly as her sister walked past her and into the bathroom. Again and again the thought kept coming back to Daria. She sniffed my panties. My dirty panties. Then a thought took hold of her. She glanced at the bathroom door and heard the shower water come on. She tip-toed to Miley's bed and carefully lifted her pillow. To Daria's shock, there were a different pair of panties there now. The ones she had just been wearing. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Miley wanted a fresh smell. Daria didn't know whether she should be grossed out or turned on. But judging by how hard her heart was pounding and how weak her knees felt, it was pretty clear which one she was feeling. She put Miley's pillow down and tried to focus on getting ready for school. But it was almost impossible. Even after Miley came out of the shower and Daria went in, she couldn't shake the thoughts. She thought about touching herself again in the shower, but she told herself she needed more time to think about everything. She couldn't do it just yet. When she got out of the shower, she couldn't believe how late it was. She was going to be late for school! Miley was already in the kitchen eating. Daria quickly got dressed and knew she should rush out the door any second, but something was holding her back. She stood frozen in the middle of her room, debating with herself. It was now or never. And then, as an impulse took hold of her, she felt herself walking across the room to the hamper and lifted the lid. She felt a heavy twinge as right there, just beneath Miley's shirt, were the panties she'd been wearing last night. Daria felt a burning within her she couldn't explain and felt herself reaching for the panties, pulling them out of the hamper, and quickly thrusting them underneath her pillow, but not before she felt a definite dampness on them. She squeezed her fingers into the dampness, and as she pulled her hand out from under her pillow and began walking towards the door, she casually brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. It was dirty and musty... pretty gross, she thought, feeling almost relieved at this initial reaction. But then something compelled her to do it again. She sniffed again. It was still gross. But her body was starting to get warm and there was a light pulsing between her legs. What was happening to her? All morning she didn't wash that hand. She didn't know why. She couldn't explain it. Whenever she got a chance, she would bring her fingers to her nose and sniff, feeling that strange mixture of disgust and arousal. All day long she kept bringing those fingers to her nose until she couldn't smell anything on them anymore. And even then, she kept doing it just to make sure the smell had gone away. Daria couldn't believe how weirdly she was behaving. This definitely wasn't her. Was it? What was happening to her? She was smelling her own sister's vagina, for God's sake! And what was even weirder was she thought she actually liked it! She couldn't stop replaying last night's events in her head, and she couldn't stop thinking about that pair of her sister's panties she had put under her pillow. Miley apparently loved the smell of Daria's panties. Would Daria... could Daria love the smell of Miley's? The thought was simultaneously disgusting and thrilling to her. Maybe... she even thought... just maybe it was thrilling because it was so disgusting. Now that was definitely weird. In any case, she couldn't wait to get home from school that day and make sure everything was where she left it. Specifically, she wanted to make sure her sister's panties were still under her pillow. She knew she wouldn't be able to do anything with them, at least not until later that night after Miley had fallen asleep. But at the very least, maybe she could rub her fingers against them again and get some fresh smell on them. That, she thought, might tide her over until that night. So that was exactly what she did. Immediately after getting home from school, Daria was relieved as Miley went into the bathroom. This would be her chance. She rushed into their room and quickly slipped her hands under her pillow, her heart racing as she felt her sister's panties. They were dry by now, the dampness having faded, but she rubbed her fingers over them as best she could, sliding the fabric of her sister's underwear all across her fingertips. She pulled her hand out and raised it to her nose. Her heart began racing yet again, accompanied by a twitch between her legs as she smelled the familiar musky scent of her sister's private region, even though it wasn't quite as strong as it was that morning. Daria was shocked at how much this act thrilled her. She wasn't sure if it was the idea of doing something she wasn't supposed to, or if she genuinely enjoyed the smell of her sister's vagina, but a fire had been ignited in her body that burned hot and strong. She couldn't deny the reaction her body was having. Her heart was beating rapidly, her cheeks felt hot, and she felt a throbbing between her legs. She even felt a tingling around her nipples and realized they were getting hard. There was no denying it. She was aroused. And she stayed that way all evening. Whenever she could, she brought her hand to her nose, trying to smell whatever remnants of her sister's scent she still could, all the while thinking about that pair of panties under her pillow and how badly she wanted some alone time with them. She barely spoke ten words to her sister all night as they went about their separate routines, finishing their homework, and getting ready for bed. As Daria got ready for bed, her excitement paralleled her frustration. She remembered that Miley had put a fresh pair of her panties under her own pillow - presumably for another masturbation session with them tonight. But of course she wouldn't do it until Daria had fallen asleep. Which potentially meant a long night for Daria. She tried to think about it positively, though. At the very least, she would have to pretend to sleep while listening to her sister masturbate and sniff her panties. While it would be difficult to feign sleep that whole time, Daria could think of plenty worse ways to spend her evening. So as she settled into bed, she tried to do just that - pretend she'd fallen asleep right away. As difficult as it was, she tried to breathe slowly and rhythmically, trying to get her sister to think she had fallen asleep. It was an excruciatingly long and slow process, requiring her to be incredibly patient. It seemed like hours had gone by and she began to wonder whether she was actually falling asleep. And then, suddenly, she began to hear some shifting on the other side of the room. Daria's heart began to pound in her chest as she felt adrenaline rush throughout her body. She strained her ears to listen and clearly heard some movement from Miley's bed. Her heart pounded harder and she felt a twinge of arousal in her stomach and between her legs. She heard some rustling, pausing, and then more rustling as she presumed Miley had just stuffed the pillow between her legs and was now settling down on it. What she would give to see her sister right now! But she held perfectly still. Then, ever so slowly, she began to hear a soft, rhythmic creaking from Miley's bed. Oh God, she was doing it, Daria realized. Miley was beginning to hump her pillow. The sound of Miley's bed softly creaking back and forth was music to Daria's ears and got her incredibly hot incredibly fast. She strained her ears to listen more closely, and after several more thrusts, she could hear Miley exhale. God, it was sexy. She kept listening, and as the creaking got faster, she could start to hear Miley inhaling too - through her nose! She was definitely sniffing something, and Daria squeezed her legs together knowing what it was. It wasn't long before Miley was humping hard and fast, gasping for breath. The sounds coming from her sister's bed were the hottest things Daria had ever heard, and they were making her incredibly wet. Just then, she heard a tiny little grunt from her sister and a loud, heavy creak, then a pause, then another loud creak, then two more. Daria's heart pounded as she pictured her sister cumming in her panties. Did she cum a lot? Did she get really wet? These thoughts were driving Daria mad with erotic desire and she was having an extremely difficult time refraining from touching herself. Then Daria heard a long, heavy exhale and the sound of Miley's body slumping to the mattress. She was done. Daria continued to listen as Miley caught her breath, then slowly pulled the pillow out from between her legs and plopped it at the headboard, followed by her own head falling onto it. Then Daria waited for her sister to fall asleep. She figured it wouldn't be too long. While she waited, she slowly slid her hand underneath her own pillow to feel for her sister's panties. When she felt them, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Miley had cum in these, she realized. The thought alone caused her sex to twitch and ooze more fluids into her panties. Daria lay there, feeling her sister's panties, rolling them between her fingers, thinking about where they had been and what had happened to them, until she was sure Miley was asleep. When she heard Miley breathing deeply and rhythmically for several minutes, she knew she was in the clear. Her heart began to beat faster again and she bit her lip. She was still incredibly aroused. Her fingers closed around her sister's panties and she slowly began to pull them out from under her pillow. She held them in front of her and looked at them, barely able to make them out in the dark. As hot and aroused as Daria was, she was still slightly hesitant. Could she really do this? It still felt so weird! She felt her sister's panties in her fingers and felt another twinge of arousal. These had been right up against her sister's sex. All day yesterday. And Miley had masturbated in them. She had cum in them. Her cum was actually inside these panties right now, as Daria held them. Daria suddenly felt a wave of heat and erotic desire seize her like never before, and she pressed the panties to her face and inhaled. Miley's scent flooded her nostrils and filled her lungs, causing her sex to throb hot and heavy between her legs. THIS is what she had been longing for all day. What she had only smelled faintly on her fingers and desperately needed to smell in full force. It was intoxicating and unbelievably erotic. Daria exhaled, her eyelids lightly closed. She inhaled again, this time her hand sliding down inside her panties and squeezing her sex. She was shocked at how hot and wet she was, and as she pressed her fingers against herself, only more wetness oozed out. Daria inhaled again, picturing her sister thrusting her hips against her pillow, grinding and smearing her sex all over these panties. Her clit throbbed heavily and she gasped when she touched it. She began to lightly stroke her fingertips up and down her clit as she inhaled the heavy, musky aroma of her sister's panties. She'd never been so hot in her life. Right now the only thing that mattered was that smell. Her sister's sweet, musky sex smell. She rubbed herself faster as she inhaled over and over, squeezing her thighs around her hand, panting and gasping for breath, each heavy inhale filled with the scent of her sister. She imagined her sister bursting into orgasm, flooding her panties with her juices, and suddenly Daria squealed involuntarily, erupting into her own orgasm, bucking and thrusting her hips against her fingers as she continued breathing in her sister's wonderfully intoxicating aroma. Every nerve in her body burned with indescribable passion as she came, her chest heaving, her body quivering. It was incredible. After she came down from that incredibly thrilling climax, she summoned the last remaining bit of energy she had and slipped her sister's panties back under her pillow before resting her head down and falling into a deep sleep. ****************************************************** Miley had never had so much excitement in her life. Every day was filled with wonderful butterflies fluttering all throughout her body, and throbbing, tingling nerves of anticipation of late-night activities with her sister's panties. It had become almost an obsession with her. The feelings she got when her nose was buried in her sister's panties, her hips humping away frantically against her pillow, were unlike anything she'd ever experienced. For her, that moment, right before she climaxed, was the single greatest moment in the world and it was all that mattered. The only problem was that these moments weren't happening as frequently as she would have liked. Sometimes she was running so late in the mornings that she didn't have time to get her sister's panties before she had to get to class. Other times, even if she had acquired Daria's panties, she would be so exhausted by the end of the day that she would actually pass out as she was waiting for Daria to fall asleep. She started to worry that the lack of sleep was getting to her. But to make matters even worse, Miley began to feel slightly guilty about her actions. She knew it was abnormal behavior to be doing the things she was doing. In fact, it was actually perverse. Still, what kept her from stopping altogether was the fact that Daria was clearly struggling with the same issues, and to be perfectly honest, it broke Miley's heart to see her sister in so much anguish. She loved Daria with all her heart and wanted desperately to see her happy. Miley wrestled with these issues for days on end, wondering whether she should do something, and if so, what. It was exhausting. Of course, the easiest thing to do was try to push it out of her mind, which she often did. But that didn't stop it from popping right back up again when she least expected it. It had been several days since Miley had been able to do anything naughty, and she was really looking forward to it tonight. That morning, she had acquired her sister's panties from the hamper - a super cute pair, she thought, which made it all the more sexy that Daria had had an orgasm in them. She'd been looking forward to it all day. And that night, as she lay in bed, waiting for her sister to fall asleep, she fought her body's exhaustion. She fought it hard. But it seemed to be no use... Miley's heart was pounding as she felt her sister's body brushing against hers. They were just sitting on the couch, watching TV, but Miley could feel the warmth of her sister's skin against hers and it was too distracting. It was giving her tingles and causing butterflies in her stomach. She felt an urge to do something, but she didn't know what. Suddenly, Daria was looking at her. Miley froze as she looked into her sister's eyes, feeling her body get hot. Daria was looking at her that way again... that way that made her weak all over. Miley could feel her heart pound and actually felt shocked at how beautiful Daria was. Miley could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Daria had never seemed this beautiful before and it affected Miley profoundly. She felt just like a puddle in her presence. And then Daria raised her hand and placed it on Miley's arm. It was so soft and so warm... such a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt of heat all throughout Miley's body. And then Daria's face was moving closer. Oh God, Miley thought. Oh God, she's going to kiss me. Every nerve in her young body twisted up as tightly as possible. She couldn't believe this was happening. And then Daria's lips were on hers. Oh God it was so heavenly. Miley's hips rocked forward involuntarily and was surprised to discover Daria's hand on the couch, right between her legs. When Miley pushed her hips forward, they pressed against Daria's wrist. Oh God, it felt so good. Miley pushed her hips forward again as she felt Daria kiss her deeper. Oh God, it was so... Oh God... So good... Miley woke up panting heavily, her body covered in sweat. She was practically trembling. She still felt everything she felt in the dream. Part of her was annoyed that it was only a dream, but the other part of her couldn't deny how thrillingly passionate it was. She was unbelievably hot. Hot for her sister. Miley swallowed dryly as she let this thought sink in. It was a strange, almost disquieting thought, but also a terribly hot one. And suddenly she felt an almost physically painful ache spread throughout her body. An ache to be held, to be needed, to be loved... by her sister. It was almost unbearable, and in that moment she knew Daria had felt the exact same thing. She had no doubt that this was the very sensation Daria had every time she woke up from a dream crying out Miley's name. It was terrible. The pain was terrible and it was terrible to know that Daria had been suffering through it too. For how long, Miley could only guess. But it had to stop. She had to stop it. She couldn't let this go on. She couldn't experience this pain again. And she couldn't bear the thought that her sister would ever have to endure it again either. The rest of the night, Miley lay awake, tortured by these thoughts. She knew she had to do something, but what? What could she possibly do that wouldn't make a complete fool of herself? What would she do? Say that she knows Daria has feelings for her and that... that they should... what? Be together? Just thinking it sounded absolutely absurd. But she had to do something. She had to. After several hours of brooding, she finally settled on what she thought was the easiest path - sympathy. She would tell Daria she heard her waking up in the night. That she knew about Daria's dreams. And that they didn't bother her. That's what she would do. It was the only way. It had to be. ***************************************************** The next day was Friday. Miley was terrified all day, knowing what she had to do, but at the same time she was slightly relieved that the weekend was almost here and she would be able to sleep in. She couldn't remember feeling so exhausted in her life. All this secrecy and conflicting emotions was too much for her. She couldn't handle it any longer. She knew that confronting her sister might mean that all this would come to an end. The thought made her heart sink, but at least she would have some closure and wouldn't feel so tortured all the time. Miley could barely focus on anything at school. All day she kept creating scenarios in her head of what she would say to her sister that evening and how it would play out. Nothing seemed to be right. It was creating so much anxiety within her, she actually began to doubt whether she could even go through with it at all. But she had to. She knew it was the right thing to do. So after dinner that night, Miley took several deep breaths, preparing herself. She knew that this would be a good time, as their parents usually sat down and watched TV for a few hours after dinner. She had barely made eye contact with her sister all day. Every time they did, it felt like they were trying to avoid each other. It pained Miley to her core, and she knew it pained Daria too. She watched as Daria cleared her place and walked off to their bedroom. What was she going to do, Miley wondered. It was Friday so there wasn't any homework to do. Whatever it was, it would have to wait. Miley took three more deep breaths and got up from her chair. ******************************************************* Daria sat on her bed, her back propped against the headboard, reading a book that one of her friends told her about. It was easy to get into, and she actually enjoyed reading it. It was one of the few things she could do that could successfully take her mind off all the crazy emotions she'd been feeling lately. Suddenly, she heard the door creak open and, looked up. It was Miley. Great. Just as she thought she'd be able to relax from thinking about her for a while. "Hey," she said, moving her eyes back to her book. "H-hey," came Miley's voice. Daria felt a twinge of discomfort. There was something in Miley's voice, and the way her throat caught... "Hey, um..." Miley went on. "I was wondering... do you... um, have a minute?" Daria looked up, her eyebrows slightly raised. She felt her stomach tighten and a jolt of anxiety rush through her body. Something was definitely up. But she hadn't talked to her sister in so long, and it was clear that Miley was troubled in some way. She had to hear her out, whatever it was. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it would be good to finally talk about something again. Something normal. She sighed as politely as possible and set her book down. "Sure, what's up?" Miley swallowed and turned to close the door behind her. Then she walked over and sat down on her bed, directly across from Daria, her back straight, her hands palm down on her thighs. Daria felt her anxiety increase. This seemed serious and she didn't know if she was ready for anything serious. She just wanted a nice, quiet evening, precisely to distract herself from anything serious. She straightened herself, her body tightening. Miley looked down at her hands and fidgeted with them for a few seconds. Then she looked up. "Daria, I..." she began. "I've been waking up at night and I've been... I've been hearing you... making noises." Daria's blood turned to ice, freezing her in place. She had to remember to start breathing again. Breathe, Daria, breathe... Miley looked down again at her hands. "And I..." she went on, "...and I know that you're dreaming... and I... and I know... they're... the dreams.... are about me." Daria's heart sank. No, she thought. Please God no. This was everything she'd feared. Everything. She feared she'd been too loud... too obvious. She feared she'd been talking in her sleep. She feared... that Miley heard. And she had. This was it. This was the end of everything. Daria would never forgive herself. She was a terrible, disgusting human being. But then again... so was Miley. Daria knew about Miley's little secret and it was the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely in tears. If Miley called her out on anything - anything at all - Daria would throw Miley's secret right back in her face. She couldn't say anything to that. So Daria froze. Tense. Waiting. "And I..." Miley started. Daria studied her sister carefully. Every sense and nerve in her body was on high alert. She was on pins and needles - she could erupt in a cavalcade of emotions at any given instant. She looked at Miley's face, almost frozen itself, looking down at her hands. And then, ever so slightly, she saw her sister's shoulders start to shake. Miley was trembling. Suddenly it dawned on Daria how difficult this was for her sister to say. Instantly, she softened considerably, but still felt a good degree of tension. "I..." Miley went on. "I don't want you to freak out because...." Daria tensed again, but for a different reason. This was getting interesting. Her ears strained for every possible syllable that would come out of her sister's mouth. "Because..." Miley continued, "...because I had a dream too... about you." A shockwave coursed through Daria's body. She certainly wasn't expecting this. Suddenly all of the tension from her fear shifted into something else. She was now deeply, intensely curious. And... oh God... was she becoming excited? Miley looked up, now with tears in her eyes. "I... I never knew it until then," Miley said, fighting back the urge to cry. "But... it's always been there. This... this feeling... I... I can't explain it. And... and once I realized you felt it, even if it was only in your dreams, I... I just... I just knew..." As she listened to her sister speak, Daria had never felt such an incredible swirling rush of emotions in all her life. Was she saying what she thinks she's saying? Yes. Yes she was. There was no doubt about it. Miley - her little sister - literally the girl of her dreams - was confessing that she felt the same way Daria did. Daria's heart pounded like never before, and all of the emotions and physical sensations she'd felt in her dreams for Miley came flooding back into her body all at once, igniting a passion and a fire in her body she never knew existed. Her stomach tightened as she experienced a real-life version of the sensations she'd experienced in her first two dreams about Miley - that she was the most breathtakingly beautiful creature she'd ever laid eyes on, the girl she loved more than anything in the world, and the fact that Miley was so sincere and so emotional right now only increased her beauty tenfold. Daria's chest and her belly burned, and she felt a heavy and unmistakable throbbing between her legs. She couldn't leave Miley in this state. Miley was on the verge of tears - pained, tortured. Daria stood up from her bed, almost without thinking, and walked over to Miley's. Miley stopped talking and froze. Daria sat down next to her sister, their knees touching. The sensation was electric. Miley looked up at her, her eyes big and wet, searching Daria's eyes, pleading. She was so beautiful it hurt. Daria felt a terrible aching in her chest and there was only one way to stop it. Slowly, gently, Daria reached up with both hands, cupping her sister's face in them delicately. Miley's skin was so soft... Daria gently pulled her closer as she leaned in. As she came within inches of her sister's face, she saw Miley's eyelids softly close, her lips gently parted - so soft, so smooth. Oh God. It was going to happen. Daria was really, truly, going to kiss the girl she loved more than anyone in the world - her own sister - in real life. Daria's heart thumped heavy in her chest as electricity coursed through her body at the realization that Miley wanted this too. Every nerve and every fiber in her being was tense with the knowledge that this was real. Slowly, she closed her own eyes, moving forward, and felt the wonderful heat of her sister's face before pressing her lips to the most beautifully soft, most thrilling lips in the world - those of her little sister. Time stopped. There was just heat, and warmth, and love. Daria held her lips against her sister's, and as she did, she felt the fire in her belly and chest grow stronger. But something told her to pull back and look into Miley's eyes again. She had to read them - to see what Miley was feeling. So Daria pulled back from the most wonderfully blissful sensation of her life and opened her eyes. She saw the most beautiful girl in the world slowly open her eyes and look at her with such profound love it actually made her ache. There was no mistaking it. Miley felt exactly the way she did and not one iota different. Daria felt the fires in her body burn hotter and heavier than ever before as she leaned back in, kissing her sister with firmer, heavier passion. She felt Miley's lips crush back against her own and she sighed heavily through her nostrils, holding her sister's face tighter in her hands. She opened her mouth wider, kissing with a hunger she never knew she possessed, every nerve and fiber in her body alive with desperate arousal. She wanted to feel every every part of her sister's mouth - merge it with her own. Her lips were incredible, but she wanted more. Daria opened her mouth, panting against her sister's lips, and when Miley opened hers, Daria lunged forward, merging their open mouths and thrust her tongue into her sister's mouth, eager to taste her saliva. She felt Miley sigh against her heavily as she pressed her tongue firmly against her sister's, nearly shuddering at the contact. Daria felt a desperate urge deep within her as she licked her sister's tongue, pulling it into her mouth, sucking on it. She couldn't get enough. The intensity with which she was drawn to her sister was almost painful. Her hands roamed over her sister's arms, shoulders, back, sides - anything she could touch. She felt Miley's hands on her body as well, gripping tight, squeezing, clutching her urgently. The fire that she'd felt in her dreams burned hotter and more intensely than she was prepared for. It was in her chest, in her stomach, and, quite acutely, between her legs. Her body took over. Her passion consumed her. She had to get closer to her sister. She had to merge with her. Daria turned in front of her sister, keeping her mouth locked on her as she leaned against her, pushing her back to the bed. They broke the kiss when Miley hit the mattress, panting heavily as Daria crawled over her and onto the bed. Daria needed this. God, she needed it so badly. She saw her sister's eyes staring back at her, burning desperately for more. Miley, almost instinctively, pushed herself back up the mattress, lying flat on her back as Daria followed her. Daria looked down at her sister hungrily, the fire within her burning intensely as they panted for breath. Daria could barely believe this was happening. She never wanted anything so bad in her life. She quickly flipped her hair to one side so it wouldn't be in Miley's face before lunging down and covering her mouth with her own once again. They sighed, kissing deeply, Daria not able to get enough of her sister's lips, tongue, and taste. The throbbing between Daria's legs was getting impossible to ignore and she quickly crawled up her sister's body with her knees, hunching over to keep her mouth on Miley's as her hands went to her jeans, trembling as she fumbled with the button and zipper, then hooking her thumbs in her jeans and panties, pushing them down forcefully with one thrust. Daria didn't really know what she was doing - she was operating purely on instinct. All she could think about was how hot and painfully aching her sex was, and how she had alleviated it in her dream with Miley. Once Daria had her jeans and panties down to her knees, her hands desperately went to her sister's waistband, fumbling with her button and zipper. Miley's hands were there almost immediately and they were struggling to pull everything down, Miley's hips rising off the mattress to get it over her butt. Panting, Daria walked back on her knees, grabbing Miley's bunched up garments in her fists, pushed her sister's legs up, and pulled them up and off her body in one heavy motion. Miley's legs fell back to the bed and Daria's body fell between them, her mouth lunging for her sister's once again. "MMMMmmmmMMMNNNHHH!" the girls grunted as their bodies collided, their naked hips pressing together for the first time. Daria pulled back from the kiss, gasping desperately for air as she tried to process the sensation of her hot, naked flesh against her sister's, and especially her sister's very short and very soft pubic hair, which tickled her crotch wonderfully. After two or three short gasps, she went back to her sister's mouth, her tongue going deep. As she felt Miley's lips gripping her own, she thrust her hips forward, operating purely on instinct. Then, just as instinctively, Miley opened her legs wider and pulled her thighs back, welcoming Daria closer. Daria groaned as she thrust forward again, this time her hot, burning sex crushing against her sister's soft, young lips. "MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!" the girls squealed into each other's mouths at the sensation. This was it, Daria realized. This is what she had to do. It's what she'd done in her dream and it felt so real, so right, and so unapologetically primal. They were kissing, with the lips of their mouths and the lips between their legs. Both places were hot, wet, and aching for more and stronger contact. She thrust forward again, and again, and again, her brow furrowing, her eyes squeezed tight, seeing stars. She burned and ached like never before, her hips operating of their own accord, pumping, thrusting, humping as hard as they could in a desperate attempt to crush her sex against her sister's the same way their mouths were crushed together. To merge with her sister's body, top and bottom, fluids mixing together at both ends. As sexual and primal a union as she could fathom. Humping. Thrusting. Hard. Tight. Hot. Wet. She felt Miley's hands gripping the shirt on her back, and suddenly Miley broke the kiss, gasping for air with a barely audible high-pitched squeak. From a survival standpoint, Daria was relieved - it was getting too intense and she needed to breathe too. She held her forehead against Miley's as she pumped her hips and looked down at her, panting hotly. Miley looked back up at her, bringing her hands down to cup Daria's face as they humped. This was no dream. This was absolutely real and it was shocking in its intensity. Everything was building so fast and so hot... "Omigod," Daria panted. "Miley... Oh God, Miley..." Suddenly Miley's face twisted up, her brow wrinkling tightly. Her sister's expression sent a bolt of sharp, hot energy through Daria, causing her to hump harder, with all her might, gritting her teeth. She thrust hard and tight, crushing her sex tightly and wetly against her sister's, grunting as she felt the most powerful welling surge up from her core, spreading rapidly to her whole body. Miley's face stayed scrunched. "Daria! Daria!" And then her eyes went big, her mouth dropping open. It was the most beautiful thing Daria had ever seen and she instantly climaxed. She was staring down into her little sister's face, the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen, in the throes of an orgasm, her face frozen in the most breathtakingly beautiful expression she'd ever seen. It was shocking how powerfully it affected Daria, and she instantly felt her orgasm magnify five-fold. Never in her life had she imagined pleasure of this intensity was possible, and she felt her own face twist up, holding her sister's gaze, as their hips crushed together as tightly as possible, slick, hot pleasure coursing between them at the juncture of their bodies. They were silent, frozen in orgasm, their bodies trembling heavily, until Miley's hands moved up Daria's back, gripping her tighter, then her legs swinging around the backs of Daria's thighs, pulling her tight, locking their bodies together. Daria's body jerked as she felt another sharp jolt of arousal course through her, her hips involuntarily trembling against Miley's, causing the expressions on Miley's beautiful face to get even more extreme. Through it all, their gaze held, never breaking eye contact, and it was causing deep and powerful emotions to course through Daria's body. The orgasm was too intense - she couldn't think, all she could do was feel. And she felt the girl of her dreams - the love of her life, her beautiful little sister, the girl she was never supposed to be able to have, who she'd been burning for desperately for what seemed like an eternity now - wanting this, wanting her, passionately, and they were having it, they were doing it, this was actually happening - she and her little sister were cumming, heavily, joined in sexual union. "AAH!" Daria screamed as she felt her heart swell to the breaking point, her body heaving into her sister, but not able to go anywhere as Miley had such a tight grip on her body. And suddenly, she felt a different orgasm - this one from her chest, causing her entire body to tremble and shake. "HHHhhaahhhHHnnnhhh -- HHHHhhhaaaahhhnnnnhh! HHHhhhaaaaaahhhhnnnnhhHHH!" And suddenly, she realized she was crying - sobbing actually, her body heaving, shaking and jerking. She was still cumming too, and the heaving was prolonging her orgasm, as was Miley's tight grip on her body. It was a strange sensation, cumming and crying all at once, but powerfully and wonderfully intense. Her upper body collapsed onto Miley's, her head buried into her shoulder, and she could hear little sister gasp beautifully as her own orgasm continued. They held each other - gasping, panting, trembling, sobbing, jerking, until their orgasms slowly subsided, which seemed to take a wonderful eternity. Daria felt her sister's body pressed to hers - her arms around her, her legs around her, their clothed upper halves pressed together, chests heaving, breasts soft and wonderful, and their lower bodies joined, skin to hot, slick, wet skin. She felt overwhelming love and acceptance, her body tangled up with her sister's, and once again felt herself start to cry - more silently this time. She felt Miley's hands softly caressing her back, her breath next to her ear. "Oh Daria... Daria, it's okay..." Miley softly breathed. Daria let herself cry for a minute, then began to collect herself as a stronger urge overcame her. She wanted to look at her beautiful sister's face again. Slowly, she raised her upper body - their lower halves still joined - and looked down into her sister's painfully gorgeous face, her eyes wet with tears as she had clearly been crying as well, her mouth pursed into a smile that she was desperate to hold onto, lest she burst into tears. It was adorable. "Oh Miley," Daria breathed, brushing aside some sweat-soaked strands of hair that had been plastered to Miley's face. "Oh my God," she said, feeling her heart swelling again. "Is this real?" Miley's smile widened as she finally burst into a giggle-cry, her head nodding. Daria giggled too, shortly though, as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. The silence as they stared at each other was beautiful. Daria brushed her fingers across her sister's face and slowly leaned down toward her. Miley parted her lips and their mouths joined as beautiful warmth spread through their bodies. Daria sighed, loving the soft, wonderful sensation of her sister's lips against her own. Gently, she felt Miley's hands on the sides of her face and they kissed deeper, softer, lovingly. They wanted this moment to last forever, but there were footsteps coming down the hallway, getting louder. Panicking, Daria and Miley broke their embrace and quickly tried to disentangle themselves just as a knock came at the door. "You girls okay in there?" their father asked from behind the door. Daria panicked. They were still naked from the waist down, both on Miley's bed. And the air... oh God, it smelled so strongly. "I heard a loud thump and it sounded like someone was crying," their father said behind the door. "Oh!" Daria said, maybe a little too loudly. "I uh... I just... stubbed my toe against the bed!" "Oh, okay," their father said. "It sounded pretty bad." "It's okay, I'm fine! I'll be okay!" Daria shouted. "Okay," their father said as the footsteps walked back down the hall. Daria and Miley looked at each other, their faces completely white with shock and panic. As soon as they saw the other's expression, they immediately burst into giggles. "God, that was close!" Daria gasped as their giggles died down. "I know!" Miley said. "Can you imagine if dad walked in on us??" Daria squeezed her eyes shut. "I don't even want to think about it," she said. "Thank God he bought it," Miley said. "Yeah," Daria said, realizing that that 'thump' their dad heard was probably the headboard hitting the wall on that last thrust Daria gave right at their climax. The thought sent a jolt of energy through her. But she quickly brought her attention back to the matter at hand. "We can't get careless like that," she said seriously. "I know," Miley said, her voice dropping. "Mom and dad can't know about this," Daria went on. "Can you imagine?? Our lives would be over!" "I... I know," Miley said, squeezing her eyes shut. Daria immediately kicked herself. She hated that pained look on Miley's face. They had just connected for the first time in weeks it felt like, and it was absolute heaven. Why did she have to go and make Miley feel guilty for this? That wasn't fair. "Hey," Daria said, placing her hand on Miley's back. "Listen, this was beautiful. I don't regret a single second of it, Miley, and I hope you don't either." "I... I don't," Miley said. The look on her sister's face still pained Daria. "Oh God," she sighed and wrapped her arms around her little sister. "I love you so much Miley," she said, completely sincere. "So much it hurts." "I love you too," Miley said, close to tears. Daria felt close to tears as well. This was so intense, so powerful. She was finally connecting with the girl of her dreams. She wanted her so bad, but she couldn't risk losing her. "We just have to be careful," she said. "Okay," Miley said, sighing. Daria could tell she felt a whole lot better. Daria slowly pulled back from their embrace. "Which probably means getting some clothes back on now," she said, smirking slightly. "Yeah, I agree," Miley said. ********************************************* The next morning, Daria woke up from the most restful sleep she'd had in months, it felt like. She sighed as she felt the warm body of her little sister pressed to hers. They were both completely naked, with Daria spooning her sister from behind, and beautiful, lovely sensations spread from Daria's chest throughout her body as she reveled in this contact. Her breasts against the smooth skin of Miley's back, Miley's soft, warm butt nestled into her crotch, the back of Miley's thighs gently against the tops of hers, her arm around Miley's waist, feeling her soft breathing. She remembered the wonderful events of last night and how she had been taken to heights she never knew existed. She remembered cuddling with her sister and feeling connected and completely comfortable with her for the first time in a long time. And after getting ready for bed, Daria vividly remembered the giddy feeling she got when they agreed to sleep in the same bed together, completely naked. They lay there cuddling, talking about life, about love, and about nothing in general - all of which was incredibly sweet - before fading off to sleep in each other's arms. Daria wrapped her arm tighter around her sister, feeling the warm, smooth contact of her sister's skin against every inch of the front of her body, and simultaneously felt butterflies in her stomach and a twitching between her legs. She pressed her face to the back of Miley's head and inhaled the lovely fragrance of her sister's hair, causing her chest to swell. She loved everything about this girl. Every single detail. She was perfect in absolutely every way. Including and especially the fact that she was her little sister. Just then Miley began to stir. She gently shifted her body, turning her head back to look at Daria. Daria smiled at her and watched as her little sister's face beamed radiantly back at her, her smile heartbreakingly gorgeous and her eyes sparkling and twinkling in the early morning light. "Hi," Daria said, her heart swelling so much she felt like it would burst. "Hi," Miley said sweetly, her voice slightly hoarse with sleep. They just gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the beautiful light reflected in their irises, reveling in the warmth of their skin against skin. "My God, you're gorgeous," Daria finally breathed. Miley's smile grew. "Thanks," she said shyly, but also clearly flattered. "So are you." Daria smiled back and Miley then began to shift her body around so she could fully face her sister. Daria was sad to lose so much of the skin contact, but glad to look upon her sister more directly. The girls made up for the lack of spooning by intertwining their legs together and rubbing their feet against each other gently and playfully. Daria reached up and brushed a few strands of hair out of her sister's face, still smiling uncontrollably. "I still can't believe last night was real," Daria said, addressing the topic of their intimate union verbally for the first time. After their dad had given them that scare, they hadn't explicitly mentioned the actual event, although they did talk about love more broadly for the rest of the night. But now, in the peaceful calm of the Saturday morning light, Daria was burning to talk about it. "I know," Miley said smiling, before biting her lip nervously. "I was so scared to talk to you," she said, referring to the conversation that started all this. "I didn't know how you'd react - if you'd hate me or what." Daria's brows tensed in sympathy. "I would never hate you. For anything," she said sincerely. "And I'm glad you came to talk to me. I would have been too terrified to bring it up myself. You have incredible strength, Miley, and I love you so much for that." Miley grinned, flattered once again. Daria then squeezed her eyes shut. "God!" she groaned, exasperated. "I can't believe you could hear me all those times!" Miley pursed her lips. She knew that had to be pretty embarrassing for Daria. Daria replayed everything her sister had told her last night in her mind and winced again with embarrassment. "How..." she began, wondering how to properly form her question, "...how did you know what my dreams were about?" Miley bit her lip, stifling back a grin. "You... um... called out my name in your sleep," she said. Daria's eyes popped open wide. "I DID??" Miley nodded. "A lot. And pretty loudly too. It was, um... pretty hard to misinterpret." Daria winced, squeezing her eyes shut and turning about six shades of red. "Hey," Miley said, reaching up to rub her sister's arm. "It's okay. Really. Obviously I didn't mind." Daria slowly opened her eyes. She had a point. Which raised even more questions. "You didn't?" Daria asked. "Like, at all?" "Well..." Miley said, her eyes rolling to the side in thought. "I mean... okay, it was weird at first. I really didn't know what to think. But I also knew, at some level, that you weren't conscious. I mean, you were dreaming. So you couldn't control it." Daria nodded. "I had no idea why it was happening," she said. "And you're right, I couldn't control it! They just, like, happened... and I'd wake up and be sweating in a panic wondering what the hell had just happened!" "Yeah, that's gotta be pretty weird," Miley admitted. "I'm actually surprised you were so understanding," Daria said. "I mean... a lot of people probably wouldn't be." Miley shrugged. "I just knew that had to be pretty hard for you. And the more I thought about it, the more okay with it I was." "Wow," Daria said, looking deep into her sister's eyes again. "You absolutely amaze me." She was falling more in love by the second. Miley grinned. "So what were they like?" she asked. "The dreams?" Daria asked, snapping out of her reverie. Miley nodded. "Well... at first, I didn't know who it was," Daria said. "They were just more like feelings, I guess. Like really strong, intense feelings that I'd never felt before while I was awake. They were beautiful, really." Miley began smiling adoringly as she listened, hanging on every word. Daria went on, "But there was always someone there... me and this other person, who was causing all these strong feelings in me. And it's weird because I knew this person was a girl. I mean... I'd never had any feelings for any girl before when I'd been awake. At least... not that I can remember. So I was really confused. I mean, why was a GIRL causing all these wonderful, amazing, beautifully intense feelings in me? I just couldn't figure it out!" "When did you know who the girl was?" Miley asked. "I dunno," Daria said. "I guess they'd been going on for several weeks by that point. But OMIGOD, when I finally realized who it was... it all came crashing down like a ton of bricks and the feelings got SUPER intense like... like..." "Like last night?" Miley offered sweetly. Daria paused, grinning widely and slightly blushing. She'd never talked openly about sex with anyone before and it was still kind of new and awkward. "Yeah," she said. "Like last night." Miley started to put two and two together. "So... when you realized who the person was, the feelings only got MORE intense?" Daria nodded, still blushing. "I guess you could say that was my first, um... first..." She hesitated, not knowing what word to use that wouldn't be embarrassing. "My first... climax." Miley's eyes widened. "Wow," she said, flattered and impressed. "Just... thinking... of me?" Daria nodded. Miley just lay there with a frozen look on her face with one part shock, one part flattery, and several parts amazement. And then Daria remembered something - something deeply intriguing that quickly began burning a passionate curiosity within her. "But," she began, "you said you had a dream too... about me." Miley blinked, returning to reality. She nodded. "When was that?" Daria asked. "Uhm..." Miley said, still trying to shift gears in her head. "It... it was... it was maybe, uhm... maybe a week later," she said. Daria's eyebrows raised. "Wow, that's pretty fast." "Yeah," Miley said, blushing slightly. "I guess so." "So what was yours like?" Daria asked. Miley sighed softly, her mind drifting back to her first dream about Daria. "Well it was weird," she began, "because at first I didn't know it was a dream. I was... in the bathroom... with you... and you were looking at me." Daria raised her eyebrows. "The bathroom? Really? How romantic." "Hey!" Miley said in mock anger. "It was a dream, okay?" "Okay, okay, sorry, sorry," Daria said, half giggling. "Go on. Please." Miley huffed, then continued. "So we were in the BATHROOM... and, like I said, you were looking at me. And it was weird because I could tell you had this look in your eyes. Like you were... I dunno... it's hard to explain. It was so strong and so powerful, it made me feel... all kinds of things." "Like what?" Daria asked. Miley furrowed her brows in thought. "I dunno... nervousness?" she said. "But more than that. I mean, definitely nervousness, but also... curiosity? And... like being afraid of what that look meant, but also, like... afraid that I secretly liked it. Does that make sense?" Daria nodded. "Absolutely," she said. Miley went on. "I knew... I knew you were about to do something. And it scared me. But it also really excited me. Like, both feelings - fear and excitement - were equally strong, and like, really intense." Daria nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean." "I knew..." Miley paused, seemingly unsure of how to phrase what she wanted to say. "I knew..." she said again, a blush rising to her cheeks. "I knew... you were going... to kiss me," she said at last. Daria felt herself grin. She couldn't help it. The fact that Miley was blushing was so adorable and it caused a wave of arousal to course through her. "And that made you both afraid and really excited?" she asked. Miley nodded, still blushing. Daria pressed a little further. "Afraid because you thought sisters shouldn't do that, but excited because you kind of wanted to... with me?" Miley nodded, her blush deepening. Daria grinned, her arousal growing. "What happened then?" she asked. "You... uhm... you pulled me over to my bed, and..." Miley paused to take a deep breath. "...And we laid down together... and you were looking into my eyes, and... and I knew what you were going to do... and... and then you leaned forward." Daria's eyebrows raised. "And??" she said. "And then I woke up," Miley said, smiling. Daria's shoulders slumped and she rolled her eyes in frustration. She was hoping for more. "Still," she said, grinning slightly, "that's pretty sexy." "Yeah," Miley said, biting her lip and blushing. Daria thought it was adorable. She shook her head slowly, still in disbelief. "So... what do you think all of this means?" she wondered aloud. "I... I don't know," Miley said, not entirely convincingly. Daria suspected Miley was still a little unsure of how to communicate things like this. But Daria had actually given this quite a bit of thought. She wanted to tell Miley exactly what she thought, but she didn't want to unload it on her all at once. It was pretty heavy, after all, even for her. But she had to get this out. They had to talk about it. Because it was real, and intense, and it meant something. Even as she lay there, thinking about it, she started to get tingles. "It's gotta mean something," she said. "And it's bigger than just dreams. I mean, obviously, we both felt this way somewhere inside." Miley looked at her, her eyes big with fascination. Daria went on. "I mean... I had a dream about you. An erotic dream. Lots of them, really. About my own sister. And when you found out about it, it didn't even gross you out! It actually caused you to have one about ME!" Miley nodded in agreement. "Miley, this means..." Daria went on, getting excited now. "This means that this goes deep. Whatever this is between us, it's been there a long time. Maybe our whole lives. But we were never able to see it, never able to admit it to each other while we were awake. It only came out in our subconscious, in our sleep. But it's been there all along!" Miley nodded, caught up in everything Daria was saying. "We've always had this... this....." Daria said, trailing off, unable to find the right word. Miley's eyes got bigger. "What?" she asked. "This what?" Daria stopped. Maybe she should take a different approach. "Miley, have you ever thought about a guy... in a way that made you excited?" Miley rolled her eyes up in thought. "I don't... think so... not really, anyway." "What about a girl?" Daria asked. Miley balked, her head rearing back. "Umm, nooo," she said, as if that was obvious. Daria shot her a look. "I'm a girl." Suddenly Miley's face turned pink. "Oh... yeah," she said sheepishly. "But it wasn't like that... with... with anyone else." "See?" Daria said. "That's exactly my point. I never had thoughts about guys like that either. Or any other girls. And the reason is because... of you. And the same thing for you with me." Now she sounded like she was confusing Miley again. "Miley, what I'm saying is... we're the only ones for each other. I'm the only one for you and you're the only one for me. We're meant for each other... in every way two people can be meant for each other! Deep down inside, we've always known this. But... it's weird for sisters to feel this way about each other - at least that's what we've been conditioned to think - so we never let ourselves recognize that. But the feelings were so strong between us that they had to come out! And they did... in our dreams!" Miley's face had the shock of recognition and understanding. "You see?" Daria said. "Miley, this is more than just dreams. It's more than just attraction. It's love. It's a deep and powerful love. I feel it to my absolute core. I love absolutely everything about you." As she spoke, she saw Miley's eyes start to water up and it was causing a lot of emotions to well up in her. But she wasn't done. "I love how strong you are, I love how smart you are, I love how dedicated and committed you are to everything you do, I love how kind you are, how you love to listen and learn... I love how creative you are, how compassionate and sweet you are, how you make me happy every day to be alive and be your sister." Daria felt her own eyes watering now and was on the verge of sobbing. "I love your eyes, your beautiful hair... I love your sweet little nose and your perfectly soft lips... I love how you look at me, I love how I feel when I look at you, I love the sound of your voice, I love your absolutely PAINFULLY gorgeous smile... I love..." Daria paused, getting choked up. "I love... I love absolutely everything about you," she said, her voice trembling now as she desperately fought back the urge to cry. "And I am so incredibly grateful... that you're not disgusted by the fact that I feel these things." "Oh Daria," Miley mewled, wiping tears from her eyes. "I love you too... everything... I always have!" Daria, her eyes wet and her lips trembling, leaned forward and placed her lips gently against her sister's. Miley kissed her back, and that did it. The dam broke and both girls burst into sobs. They broke the kiss and embraced tightly, sobbing into each other's shoulders. Daria let it all out, all the pent-up emotions, all the secret longing, all the love... everything. She was holding the girl she loved in her arms, their naked bodies pressed together. It was so sweet, so perfect, such a disarming moment of tenderness and vulnerability, she felt like she could melt into her sister's arms forever. She felt Miley's body sobbing against her own and it only made her cry harder. This was real. It was just as real for Miley as it was for Daria, and that gave Daria such warmth and such strength. They cried for several minutes, stopping a few times only to start back up as the emotions came flooding back. It was cathartic. It was beautiful. Gradually, their sobs faded to deep breaths, interspersed with the occasional trembling inhale. They continued to hold each other, just reveling in the tender warmth of the other girl, skin against skin. After another minute or so, Daria slowly pulled back to look at her sister. She placed her hand gently on Miley's cheek, smiling at her. "I love you so much, Miley," she said, leaning in to softly press her lips against her sister's. They sighed into the kiss, which only lasted a few seconds, before Daria pulled back and looked into her sister's eyes again, smiling. "I love you too, Daria," Miley said, echoing her sister's words. "So much." Daria smiled, her heart swelling. As she looked at Miley, she caught a little twinkle in her eyes. "When I heard you... in your sleep..." Miley said, "...It made me feel like... like I was seeing a side of you I never knew before. And it felt like... like I was beginning to understand you better. Like some deep part of you. And it was fascinating and made me want to understand you even more." Daria could feel her heart beating faster. Thinking about her sister hearing her in her sleep was embarrassing, but it was also beautiful to think that Miley was interested and wanted to learn more about her. "And then..." Miley went on. "After I had that dream about you... I felt... I felt so connected to you... in a way I never had before. I felt like I understood the deepest part of who you were and everything you were feeling... because I was feeling it too. It made me love you so so much and it made me absolutely fascinated with everything about you." This was beautiful. But Daria's heart thumped in her chest and she felt a little twinge between her legs at the last thing Miley said. Fascinated... with everything about her. Daria immediately thought of the day she lifted up Miley's pillow and found her dirty panties under it... the panties she had cum in the night before. All of this honest confession about love was refreshing and it made Daria wonder whether she should bring this up this little tidbit as well. She was feeling bold. She couldn't help it. "About that..." Daria said with a mischievous little smile. Miley's eyebrows went up in curiosity. Clearly she wanted to hear what Daria had to say. "I, um... I have a little confession to make," Daria said, feeling only the slightest hint of nerves at bringing this up. "What is it?" Miley asked, her smile widening in excitement. "One morning... after you went into the bathroom... I found a pair of my dirty underwear under your pillow," Daria said. Miley's smile instantly vanished and her face turned pale. Daria realized immediately that this was something Miley hoped she wouldn't find out about. "It's okay," Daria said. "Really." Miley was still tense, but she wasn't frozen in shock anymore. It was just enough relief for Daria to feel like she could go on. "I mean, I was surprised at first," Daria said, "because at the time I didn't realize you had any kind of feelings for me. So I didn't know what to make of it. But I remembered the night before, waking up and hearing you moving around in your bed." "Oh my God!" Miley groaned, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. "No, no, hear me out," Daria said, attempting to pull her sister's hands away. "Please." Slowly, Miley pulled her hands down. Daria went on. "And I remember seeing... at least it looked like it in the dark... like you had your head down against the mattress." Another wince from Miley, but Daria kept going. "And I thought that maybe that's where my panties were and you were... smelling them." "Oh my God!" Miley cried again, covering her face in her hands all over again. "Miley, it's okay if you were!" Daria said. "Really!" Slowly, Miley's eyes appeared, looking skeptically at Daria. "It was the first time I realized that you had feelings for me," Daria said. "I mean... I didn't think that part of me could ever smell good to ANYone, and it totally flipped everything I ever thought about that... and about you." A grin started to spread across Daria's face. "And," she said, "I actually thought it was... kinda hot." Miley's hands slipped further. "Really?" she asked, still a bit skeptical. Daria nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Really. I mean... you mentioned being fascinated with every part of me... and, well... if even that part didn't gross you out... something had to be going on. I mean... you actually seemed to be ENJOYING it!" Slowly, the corners of Miley's mouth started to curl upwards. "I couldn't get it out of my head," Daria said. "I mean, there was no other explanation. It hit me pretty hard and it made me realize that we had an even deeper connection than I realized." Miley bit her lip, stifling a grin. "I didn't think you would ever find out," she said. "It's okay," Daria said. "I did. And I'm glad I did." "Really?" Miley asked. "It doesn't gross you out?" "Miley, nothing about you could gross me out," Daria said. "I think it was a way for you to get closer to me. It's beautiful, really. And... pretty hot." Miley was fully grinning now. "Oh my God," she said. "I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but..." She stopped. "What?" Daria said, genuinely curious. Miley squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them. "You smelled SOOOOOOO good," she said, her face turning slightly pink. Daria giggled. She couldn't help it. "Really?" she asked. "You think so?" Miley's eyes rolled back in her head as her eyelids closed. "GOD yes," she said. Daria bit her lip, flattered. But this prompted another question. She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear Miley say it. "So... what were you doing while you... while you smelled them?" she asked, feeling herself blush slightly. Miley bit her lip. "Ummmm..." she said, looking adorably evasive. She looked like she could barely believe what she was about to say. "I.... I had my pillow between my legs and I... was kind of grinding my hips against it... and I.... and I smelled them." Daria's heart beat faster just hearing the words, not to mention feeling quite a bit of tingling between her legs. But she played it cool. "Really?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Did you... did you get off?" Miley suddenly dropped the nerves and shot her a look. "What do you think?" Daria laughed. She couldn't help it. Sometimes she was caught off-guard by how sharp Miley was. "Sorry," she said. "I guess that was a dumb question." "Yeah," Miley said. "Still," Daria said. "Just thinking about it is giving me goosebumps. It's like, really, really hot." Miley grinned. "Really?" Daria nodded. "I just never thought anyone would think that part of me smells good," she said, still marveling at the idea. Just then, Miley gave her a look that sent a jolt of energy through her. Suddenly, she felt Miley's hand on her side, her thin fingers sliding down, tickling her skin. Daria gasped as Miley's hand slid down to her belly, then continued even lower to her abdomen, then the top of her pubes. Daria gasped again, and almost on instinct spread her thighs. She was breathing heavier as she felt her sister's fingers slide lower still, and when they reached her slick folds, she gasped sharply, her mouth dropping open. She was looking into Miley's determined eyes, feeling her thin fingers slide down the center of her folds, pressing in gently. She was wet and she knew Miley could feel it. Then the fingers were gone. Slowly, Miley brought her hand up above the covers and held her glistening middle and index fingers under her nose. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply. It was the hottest thing Daria had ever seen and she felt a terrible aching between her legs. Then Miley shocked her by opening her mouth and putting her fingers deep inside, closing her lips around them. Daria's eyes and jaw were wide open. Slowly, Miley pulled her fingers out of her mouth as she did something with her tongue, and smiled at Daria. "Tastes good too," she said, her eyes sparkling. Daria was too shocked to speak. She had just been touched there by her sister, which felt incredible, and then watched as Miley smelled her wet fingers, and then sucked them! She could barely process all of this when Miley spoke again. "Actually," Miley said sweetly, "Do you mind if I try some more?" Daria was dumbfounded, totally thrown off by how unbelievably hot all of this was. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She swallowed, dryly. "O-okay," she finally managed. Miley grinned. And then she shocked Daria. Slowly, Miley began to slide down the mattress, taking the sheets with her, keeping her eyes locked on Daria's. Daria's heart began to pound as she realized what this likely meant. As Miley slid lower and lower, Daria's mind and body swirled with all kinds of emotions - Was Miley actually going to do what she thought she was going to do? Was Daria ready for this? For what it would feel like? What would it feel like? Oh God - the butterflies, the nerves, the tingles, her heart thumping heavily in her chest... And then Miley was level with her crotch. Daria was still on her side, and Miley gently placed a hand on Daria's hip, rolling her onto her back. Daria's heart pounded faster as she felt more vulnerable in this position - her entire private region exposed to her sister's gaze. Still, her legs spread almost instinctively and her heart pounded faster still as she watched her sister settle between them. Miley was looking at her, her face directly above Daria's crotch. Even Daria could smell herself. God, it was strong now that the covers were gone. All Daria could think about was how intense the smell must be for Miley right now. And then, Miley dipped her head down, her nose hovering just above her puffy folds. She was looking right at Daria as she slowly began to inhale, pulling in more and more air by the second. Daria could hardly believe it. Miley wasn't lying. She really did enjoy it. Miley then rose up slightly as she looked down at Daria's sex. Daria was practically trembling. She couldn't believe she was exposing herself to her sister like this - that Miley was looking at her so closely and with such interest. The modest part of her desperately wanted to cover herself up, feeling like this was something no one should ever see in such close proximity. But it was overpowered by her arousal and by her love for her sister. Miley was curious. She wouldn't stand in the way of that. But it was more than curiosity. Daria knew that Miley enjoyed this. She wanted it. And the thought that her little sister was fascinated by - aroused by - this part of her body got Daria so thrillingly hot. Miley hovered there, causing Daria to wonder what she was actually going to do. Was she just content to smell her? That was fine by Daria. Anything her little sister wanted. But Daria couldn't shake the thought that there was something more. She had heard of lesbians. She heard - rumors, anyway - that they used their mouths... down there. The thought was repulsive to Daria - but of course that was before all this happened. Now the thought was... Oh God, it was the dirtiest, naughtiest, and unbelievably hottest thing imaginable. And the fact that her little sister could be entertaining the idea... oh God, it practically sent Daria into convulsions at the mere thought. But she didn't blame Miley for not wanting to. Hell, Daria wasn't even sure it was something she would want to do. If Miley didn't want to, that was... Oh God, Miley was lowering her head. Oh God, she was opening her mouth. Oh God, was she... was she really...? Daria was breathing in tense, shallow breaths as she watched her little sister's tongue slide out of her mouth and her eyes meet her own. Every nerve in Daria's body was on edge. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen. And suddenly, soft, wet, warm bliss against the center of her sex. Daria's body jerked as everything in her tensed. Miley's tongue was on her. And then it slid upward. Oh God. Daria's hips trembled as she felt the most wonderful, most intensely tickling sensation she'd ever experienced in her life. It was absolutely breathtaking. Miley pulled her tongue back into her mouth as she smiled at Daria. "How was that?" she asked innocently. Daria was still trembling. Clearly Miley knew what she was doing to her. The little minx. She tried to think of an answer, but didn't know if she was capable of speech. "Ohhhh my..." she gasped, "...Ghhhhooooohhhhhddd!" Miley's grin widened. And then she went back down. Daria gasped sharply again as she felt her sister's tongue on her - more firmly this time. Daria could feel her tongue press against and between her folds and then slide up and along her clit, which sent heavy surges of erotic energy coursing through her entire body. It was incredible. If there was a heaven, it would feel like this. This. For an eternity. Daria watched, gasping, as Miley licked her again and again and again. Sometimes Miley would lick up her center, sometimes on the sides. Clearly Miley was trying to cover every inch of her folds with her tongue. And it felt wonderful. Miley even dipped her tongue down to her entrance, sliding the flat part against it, massaging the tight muscles there. Daria gasped. This was a completely different sensation and it caused her hips to jerk a little. But nothing was more heavenly than her sister's tongue caressing the hard, throbbing nub of her clit, which was positively aching for release. Daria was loving every single second of this attention, but she seemed to be hovering just below the threshhold of climax without actually getting there. It was becoming terribly frustrating, as she'd been hot for quite some time and desperately ached for a release. Miley's tongue was heavenly, but she wasn't providing the right kind of pressure in the right places for Daria to actually get off. Her tongue would sweep over her clit, but it wouldn't linger there for any length of time, and it was often a light brushing instead of a more focused pressure, which is what had gotten her off so quickly last night with Miley. Daria understood. Miley was, of course, new to this and couldn't know what Daria was feeling and where she wanted more attention. She probably thought she was making Daria feel amazing - which she was - just not as much as Daria needed right now. Which Daria actually found sweet and rather adorable. But her ache was getting worse and she was starting to feel a burning urge to climax. Perhaps she could help Miley... Daria reached down with both hands and placed them gently on either side of Miley's face. Somehow this simple act alone - holding her sister's face between her legs with her mouth on her sex - got Daria even hotter and she felt herself actually get closer. Then, when Miley's tongue reached her clit again, Daria gently pushed her hips up into her sister's face, crushing her clit against her tongue. Oh God. This was it. Daria gasped sharply, and when her hips came away, Miley's face was wet with her fluids. The sight got Daria hotter still. There was a moment or two of awkwardness with Miley trying to dip her head lower again and Daria gently urging her back up toward her clit, but eventually Miley gave in, perhaps realizing what Daria wanted, and held her head in one place, her tongue out. Daria then, gently holding her sister's face, was free to move her hips against her sister's mouth any way she wanted. Gently, she angled Miley's face downward slightly and pushed her hips up into her sister's mouth. Oh God. The jolt that shot through Daria's body as her clit crushed directly against the flat of Miley's tongue was breathtaking. After a heavenly exhale, Daria began undulating her hips up against her sister's mouth, dragging her clit more firmly along Miley's tongue. Miley looked up into her eyes again and the sight alone nearly made Daria cum. She was close. God, she was so close. Heavier, and with a little more pressure, she began pushing her hips up again and again against her sister's open mouth, her breath getting shallower and quicker. She could hear slick, wet sounds coming from the prolonged and heavier contact between her folds and Miley's tongue, which only got her hotter. Her urgency was growing and she was pushing her hips harder and more firmly against Miley's face, dragging her clit heavily along the length of Miley's soft, slimy tongue, her folds crushing up against Miley's cheeks, smearing their juices around against her skin. With every thrust, she could see strands of fluid stretching and connecting Miley's cheeks to her wet, spread folds, which only made her push harder. She was panting and began to move faster still, now bucking and jerking her hips against Miley's face, the wet sounds louder and wetter, Miley's face becoming more coated in Daria's essence. Suddenly she felt Miley's hands under her butt cheeks, grabbing them and pushing them up into her face as Miley opened her mouth wider, sealing her lips around Daria's soft, wet flesh. Miley's eyes met hers with an urgency and a heat that shocked Daria as Miley began moving her face opposite Daria's thrusts, creating more and faster friction against her clit. Daria gasped sharply as her little sister - the girl of her dreams - looked up at her with her mouth glued to her sex and smeared her face around in it. Miley wanted her to cum. And she did. Hard. "HHHHHhhhhhHHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!! HHHHhhhhhhhuuuuuUUUUUNNNNHHHH!! HHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Daria grunted as she burst into orgasm, her hips trembling and shaking firmly against Miley's face. Daria's hands still held her head, gently, as she came against Miley's mouth, her entire body now convulsing. Through it all she held her sister's gaze, making it very apparent that Miley was okay with the smell - and taste - of Daria's sex, and it only caused Daria to convulse heavier into a second powerful orgasm. Daria ground against her sister's tongue, dragging out her orgasm as long as she could. But her neck was getting sore from holding her head up for so long and it finally collapsed back against the mattress, her hands slipping from Miley's face. Daria looked up at the ceiling, feeling her sister's wonderful lips and tongue still sealed against her sex, massaging it gently, but her orgasm was subsiding quickly and the wonderful intensity of her orgasm was quickly being replaced by the sharp sensitivity of the nerves in her clit. She gasped, spreading her legs and lowering her hips to the bed, but Miley kept her mouth glued to her, following her down. "Haah! Oh God, oh God!" Daria cried, gently pressing on Miley's head in an attempt to lessen the intense sensitivity. Miley got the hint and backed off, gasping for air as she raised her head and looked across at Daria. Daria panted as she felt her entire loins tingle and throb as she came down from her powerful climax. "Sorry," she panted, her face strained, looking into her sister's eyes. "It's just... so sensitive!" Miley smiled shyly. "It's okay," she said, her face still wet with Daria's juices. Miley brought her hand up and began wiping the juice off her cheeks. Daria secretly hated to see that wetness go - she thought Miley looked so sexy covered with her cum. But she didn't want to come outright and say that. So instead, she just waved her hands toward herself, indicating she wanted Miley closer. "Come here," she panted. Miley, only half the juice on her face gone, crawled up Daria's body, hovering over her on all fours. Daria reached up and pulled her sister down on top of her, their bodies colliding, their breasts pressing together. Their closeness and bodily contact was once again intoxicating. They were both breathing heavily, and Daria could smell herself strongly on Miley's breath. Miley seemed self-conscious of this fact and turned her head to the side, bringing her hand up to wipe more wetness from her face. But Daria reached up and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from doing so. Surprised, Miley looked back at Daria, their faces close. Daria looked deeply into her sister's eyes, freezing her in place. Quickly, Daria's eyes scanned down to Miley's fluid-smeared cheeks and chin, her lips still glistening. Her eyes once again met Miley's and they shared a single breath before Daria lunged up, kissing her sister squarely on the mouth, spreading her lips across Miley's. Miley was clearly shocked as her body tensed for a second or two before finally melting down against Daria's. Daria's hands slid up her sister's back as she kissed her deeper, opening Miley's mouth with her own and sliding her tongue inside, tasting herself. She spread her lips wider across Miley's mouth, smearing her lips in her own fluids. They kissed deeply and hungrily, and it was clear that it was having quite an effect on Miley, as she pressed herself more firmly against Daria's body. Daria kissed her deeper, spreading her legs to allow Miley's to fall between them. As they kissed, Daria noticed that Miley's body - whether voluntarily or not - began pressing against her again and again, particularly her lower half. It was subtle, but definitely noticeable. She realized that Miley must be pretty hot, as she hadn't gotten off yet. Daria spread her legs further and brought her thighs up and back, angling her sex up towards her sister's. They both gasped when they made contact, breaking the kiss and looking into each other's eyes. Daria saw Miley looking down at her, beautiful and hot, with a bit of an uncertain expression, almost as if asking permission if this was okay, given Daria's sensitivity down there. Daria thought it was perfectly sweet and absolutely adorable. Her heart melted as she nodded. "It's okay," she said. "I want you to." With that, Miley leaned back down, kissing Daria firmly, and thrust her hips against her, crushing their sexes together. "Mmph!" they grunted simultaneously. Daria wrapped her arms around her sister, pulling her tight against her as she pushed her hips back up against her. They began slowly, establishing a rhythm, then quickly began picking up the pace as Daria thrust her hips up over and over, determined to bring her sister to a well-deserved climax. Their bodies were pressed tight - starting with their lips, then from their breasts on down to their abdomens, their steamy wet slits only separating on the back thrusts. But every time they came together, their wet folds crushing, their fluids mixing, sparks shot through their bodies, urging them on, desperate to prolong the contact, to stimulate themselves further, to once again merge. Daria absolutely loved this closeness and the intense, firm contact. She was pushing her hips up more firmly as their rhythm became heavier and more urgent. Every couple of thrusts Miley would squeal into her mouth, which she thought was the most adorable, sexiest thing. Remembering what Miley did last night and how hot it had been, Daria swung her legs over, locking her ankles together just over her sister's soft, young butt, pulling her down harder with her legs on each thrust. Miley, of course, squealed even louder, and Daria's arousal surged. They humped, thrusting together harder and tighter, until their mouths broke contact, gasping for air. Daria pulled her legs down, thrusting her hips up harder, crushing her sex tighter against Miley's, loving the expression on Miley's face as she did so. Daria watched her sister's face as they humped harder, feeling herself nearly there as Miley's expression twisted up even more. The contact at their cores was so hot, so wet, so much flesh sliding and crushing and squishing together that Daria felt herself cross the point of no return. She knew she was going to cum and she knew it was going to be intense. Quickly, she reached both hands down and underneath her thighs, gripping her sister's tightly clenched butt cheeks and pulling them hard and tight against her. Miley gasped, her mouth dropping open, that beautiful expression Daria recognized from last night signaling her orgasm. Daria let herself go, cumming hard, squeezing her sister's butt with her hands and feet, her hips trembling tightly as she watched her sister's beautiful face as she came. The girls held eye contact, watching each other cum, studying the other's faces in this moment of pure, passionate ecstasy. It was, again, confirmation that this was real, that they were really doing it, that it was their sister they were with, making her feel good, bringing her to the highest levels of pleasure possible, their bodies tightly joined in trembling, wonderful bliss. They trembled again and again, their bodies shaking, rocking, jerking, and quivering as they rode out what had to be at least three consecutive orgasms. It was absolutely wonderful and everything Daria dreamed it would be. They panted heavily, their orgasms drawn out as long as possible, and gradually felt the intensity subside. Gasping a few more welcome, wonderful breaths, Daria felt she had been drinking in the sight of her sister's lovely, extraordinarily gorgeous face for an almost painfully long time. It was too far away, even though it was only a few inches from hers. Miley's full, soft lips, parted perfectly as she panted, were absolutely begging to be kissed, to be sealed by Daria's. So they were. Daria and Miley sighed into the kiss as Daria moved one hand from Miley's butt to the back of her head, holding their faces together. They kissed passionately, softly, and warmly, communicating to each other through the kiss how wonderful this was, how hot each girl made the other, and how intensely and deeply they loved each other. It was wonderful and by far the most loving and comforting kiss the sisters had shared. As they kissed, the rest of their bodies gradually went limp in the aftermath of their orgasms, while their kissing became softer, sweeter, and more delicate. Daria could absolutely not get enough of her sister's sweet young lips. A few moments ago she had thought heaven would be her sister's tongue between her legs for eternity, but now she could easily believe that heaven could just as well be an eternity of kissing her sister sweetly, their naked bodies embracing, basking in the afterglow of a beautiful orgasm. When, eventually, their lips did part, Daria looked up at her sister, still amazed by how gorgeous her eyes were. It was those eyes, those beautifully hypnotic eyes, that had caused such powerful feelings within her in all those dreams she'd had. Daria smiled, her heart melting, simply losing herself in those absolutely dreamy eyes. Miley smiled back at her. There were no words exchanged between them, but no words were necessary. They simply basked in the moment, lost in each other's eyes, naked bodies pressed wonderfully together. This moment encapsulated everything Daria loved and desired about her sister. Her warmth, her tenderness, her beauty, and it was not lost on Daria that they had merged in several ways. Emotionally, of course - that needed no explanation - but physically as well. Daria could feel her sister's sweat against every place their skin was connected, she could taste her sister's saliva in her mouth (along with the slightly stale musk of her own secretions), and she of course was absolutely certain that Miley's fluids were inside her folds right now, mixing with her own after the intense lovemaking they just experienced. She wanted to linger on this for a while, appreciating how beautiful it was that they had merged in these ways. She wanted to share this with Miley, but she knew that time would come soon enough. Now it was time to bask in the arms, the gaze, and the physical contact of the girl she loved. **************************************************