Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:40:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Anna MicCray <lesbe_luvs_foot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Molly and Claire Part 2

If you're offended by reading about two underage girls who happen to be
sisters engaging in sexual activities together, or if you're in a place
that has some stupid rule about not reading such things, then I guess don't
read any further.  This story is a work of fiction, purely from the
fantasies in my own sick mind.  --Annie

A couple of weeks had passed since my older sister Claire and I had our
intense make-out session.  I couldn't stop thinking
 about it and how amazing it was.  However neither of us so much as
mentioned what had happened.  I guess we were both ashamed.  One thing was
for sure; everytime I looked at her I remembered what we did and silently
wished we could do it again.

I started noticing other girls at school also.  Big time.  Like I said
before, guys never interested me really, but I hadn't thought of girls much
either.  After what Claire and I did though, I felt like I was realizing
who I really was.  I was gay, and even though I knew it could be a more
challenging life, I also knew I couldn't change it.

When I looked at my female classmates I couldn't help but compare them to
my sister.  And none of them matched up.  Claire was always beautiful, and
now she was sexy too.  I'd masturbated nearly every day since that fateful
night, thinking about everything we'd done and everything we hadn't.  I
still thought I was a freak for thinking about Claire like this, but I just
couldn't help it.  I desperately wanted to know if she still thought about
it like I did.  Soon I'd have my answer.

It was Christmas Eve.  The holiday was never a tremendous deal in our
family, since we weren't at all religious.  We might hang a strand of
lights outside, and we'd buy each other some gifts and have a big dinner on
the 25th, but we never went to church or prayed or any of that stuff.  We
always opened our presents on Christmas Eve.  I liked the gifts from my
parents, and they liked ours.  When it came to Claire, I wanted to get her
something really special.  I don't know if I was hoping to woo her or thank
her but I ended up getting her a limited edition of her favorite book.  I
was pleasantly surprised when she got me a very expensive walkman that I
had been wanting for a long time.  Our mom and dad told us how appreciative
they were of having such close daughters.  If they only knew how close!

They went to have coffee in our kitchen when Claire handed me another box.
"Merry Christmas, Molly," she whispered.  I looked at her and she eyed me
as if to say, "Hurry the hell up and open it!"  I peeled off the wrapping
paper and opened the box.  It was a pair of black lace underwear.  They
looked expensive.  I looked up at her in total surprise.  "...I thought,
you know... you could wear these tonight.  For me.  I think I'm ready now."

My pussy just about exploded at that second.  As I struggled for words to
respond to this amazing turn of events, we both looked at the kitchen door
as we heard Mom and Dad coming back in.  I quickly tucked my second present
behind my back.

When our parents sat down Claire stretched her arms and let out an
exaggerated yawn.  "I'm really tired!  Thanks for the presents," she said.
"I think I'm going to go upstairs and get ready for bed.  Want me to take
your stuff up there, Molly?"  I nodded to her, still in a little bit of
shock but more anxious than ever to go to bed.  Her bed, that is.

After Claire went upstairs I volunteered to clean up the living room and
hurriedly threw away all of the scattered wrapping paper remains.  Luckily
for my sister and I our mom and dad were actually exhausted and made their
way to their bedroom.  After saying goodnight to my parents, I practically
ran upstairs and into the bathroom.  I leaned on the sink for several
minutes, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was sure to be a very
merry Christmas.  I tried to make myself look as pretty as possible for my
sister, going so far as to put a little bit of eye shadow on.  I put a
droplet of perfume that I knew she was fond of behind each ear and then
went into my room.  The door to her bedroom was closed, so I quickly
slipped on my present (which was almost too small for my butt), my
knee-high socks and a tight wife beater without a bra.  I checked myself in
the mirror one last time before gently knocking on Claire's door.

I heard her voice say "Come in," and slowly turned the nob.  All of the
lights in her room were off except for a small book lamp.  When I laid eyes
on her I could feel my heart begin to pound out of my chest.  She was lying
on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows.  My eyes moved from her
foot, which was moving side to side seductively, up her gorgeous bare legs
to her thong.  One hand was draped over her stomach.  She wasn't wearing a
shirt or a bra, and her small, perky breasts were even more beautiful in
the dim glow of her book light.  She was looking into my eyes with a
serious expression.  Then she looked me up and down and back again, biting
her lip.  "Hi," she finally said.

I was almost too turned on to move.  I stood awkwardly while my sister
examined me, with my feet both pointed inwards and my hands behind my back.
"Hi."

She raised her hand and beckoned me with her finger.  At this point a
million thoughts were racing through my head: Obviously she had planned
this, as the gift itself must have been a little pricey.  Had she been
thinking about me like I'd been thinking about her?  Was she really ready
to go further with our relationship?  Was I?  The last one I knew already:
Hell yes I was ready.  My body ached now more than ever for my sister's
touch.

I moved to the side of the bed and laid beside her.  She leaned on her side
to face me, gently sliding one leg over the other and resting her left arm
on her hip.  She oozed sex appeal.  "Molly.  I have thought about you, and
me, and what we did together non-stop for two weeks," she said.  "I know it
was wrong; we're sisters.  This isn't supposed to happen, you know?"  Her
right hand moved close to me and I looked down to see her fingertips
gliding across my arm.  "But...I don't know.  When I look at you...I just
can't--"

"...Control yourself," I finished for her, moving my eyes back to her's.
She smiled at me.

"I want to teach you," she said.  "Teach you everthing I know.  And I want
us to learn new things together."  Her fingertips moved down to my hand.
They traced my fingers so softly they were barely touching.  Just enough to
drive me crazy.  "What do you think?"

I sat silently for a moment.  Then I said, "I want you."  We stared into
each other's eyes for what seemed like forever but was really only a few
seconds.  This was the most bizarre, strongest, most lustful and lovely
feeling I'd ever had.  Was I falling in love with my sister?

She leaned in, almost kissing me.  But her head moved at the last moment
and her cheek grazed mine.  "You can have me," she whispered.  Her lips
moved across my cheek until they met my own.  Once again, my sister Claire
and I became locked together at our mouths.  She vigorously pumped her
tongue into my mouth as she slid her body on top of mine.  I could feel her
hands pawing at my shirt.  As much as I hated breaking off our kiss, I did
so and lifted my arms up so that Claire could pull my shirt off of me.  My
sister stared at my breasts with lust in her eyes, then leaned in and
kissed me again.  She moved from my lips, to my chin, to my neck, kissing
and licking my skin.  I can't describe to you how intensely good it felt to
have her mouth all over me.

She moved down my neck, not leaving an inch untouched.  Her breath was hot
on my skin when she reached my chest.  I had spread my legs by this point
and could feel her own bare breasts against my stomach.  I thought I'd go
crazy from all that pleasure!  She teased my breasts with her mouth like
I'd done to her the last time we were in this situation, kissing with her
lips and tongue everywhere except for my nipples.  They ached for
attention.  After several minutes, she gave in and ran her tongue to my
nipple.  I'd never experienced anything like this, and to have Claire, my
sister and coincidentally the girl I thought I might be falling in love
with, touch me in this way made me both physically and emotionally wet.  My
pussy was literally soaking by this point.  She moved from one nipple to
the other, flattening her tongue against each before closing her mouth
around it.

After a long time, but not long enough, she kissed her way up my chest and
back to my mouth.  "What do you think about that?" she said, smiling.

I bucked my hips against her.  "I'm ready to explode," I replied, breathing
heavily.

"I can take care of that for you," she said.  "Nice tits, by the way."

"Shyeah!  They're just like yours."  I put my hands on her back and pushed
her into me so our breasts rubbed together.  I ran my legs against hers as
we kissed for several more moments.  Then she rose up on her knees and sat
back a little bit onto her heels.  She grabbed my legs and raised them so
my knees were at my chest.  Resting one foot on her shoulder, she took the
other leg and peeled off my knee-high, then did the same to the other,
tossing my socks behind her.  She took a foot in each hand and squeezed
softly, then rubbed her palms up and down the bottom of my feet.  I could
tell she really enjoyed it and that only made me hotter.

Claire leaned down and began planting soft kisses on my stomach.  I wrapped
my legs around her and couldn't help grabbing my chest in anticipation.
Her mouth made its way down my stomach, to where my hips met my legs.  I
thought I might scream at any moment and wake our parents up, but I kept my
noises soft and quiet.  I still couldn't believe what was happening: my
sister was about to eat me out.  And there was nothing I wanted more.  I
felt her hands reach behind me to the waistband of my underwear.  She
pulled them down and I had to release her from the grip of my legs so she
could pull them off.  Here it was; I was totally nude in front of her.  I
never grew much pubic hair.  It was very light blonde, short and soft, so
it appeared as though I shaved.  I felt her eyes burning into my crotch.
She was staring when she ran her fingertips up my inner thigh and pushed,
spreading my legs open.  My whole body was trembling.

She moved her lips in the same path her fingers had taken until her head
was firmly at my pussy.  I was still playing with my breasts when I felt
the first kiss on my lower lips.  I shivered and shook almost
uncontrollably!  She continued with slow and deliberate open-mouth kisses.
She refrained from using her tongue for a while, still keeping up the
teasing.  Then I felt it.  She lapped once, from my virgin hole, up my
pussy directly to my clit.  I let out a yelp and bucked up slightly.  I
could hear her giggle.

"You like that?" she asked.  I responded by bending my legs and rubbing the
bottoms of my feet on her back while letting out a long moan.  Then she
went back at it with another long lick up my pussy.  I could feel my juices
practically flowing out and wondered what it was like.  I'd masturbated
plenty, and tasted myself fairly often.  It was nice, but didn't make me
horny or anything.  But when it came to the idea of tasting another girl,
and by that I mean my sister Claire, I was very, very curious.

She seemed to enjoy my taste, as she continued her licks.  She flattened
her tongue and ran it in clockwise circles.  I rotated my hips to match her
mouth.  It must have been only a few minutes before I felt that familiar
impending climax.  This one was going to be a topper though, I could tell.
She kept licking me, putting her hands underneath me, so that she was
palming my butt and pushing my body towards her mouth.  I almost couldn't
breath!  The tingling in my body started at my pussy and moved out to my
legs, up my torso, through my arms and to my fingers.  Every part of me was
sensitive to the touch at this point.  I'd never had anything penetrate me
before but I sure wanted it now.  She would move her tongue gracefully,
spending the most time at my clit, but moving down my slit to my opening
too.

It was almost time, and she seemed to know it.  She became even more
ravenous with her tongue and I bucked harder into her face.  "I'm about to
cum!" I squealed to her.  She didn't slow down for a second.  I was moving
out of control, so it was all she could do to try and keep me in place.  I
wasn't in control of my own body anymore!  "I'm cumming!" I reiterated.  My
toes outstretched and my hands moved from playing with my breasts to the
back of Claire's head.  Her furious licks didn't stop.  The orgasm came in
three waves, each more intense than the last.  I could feel myself gushing
onto my sister's mouth.  I had to turn my head and bury my face in the
pillow to keep my moans to a manageable level.  I was only twelve years
old, but I knew I just had the most intense orgasm in the world.

She kept her head at my pussy for a minute or two, still lapping up my
juices.  I could feel them run down my inner thigh and make a giant wet
spot made of my cum and my sister's spit on the bed.  The thought of those
two liquids mixed together made my pussy throb again.  Finally Claire
raised up and laid next to me.  In the light of the book lamp I could see
how soaked her face was.  From just below her nostrils to underneath her
chin, she was covered in her saliva and my cum.  She was breathing almost
as heavy as I was, looking into my eyes with a big smile on her face.  "How
was that?" she asked.

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into me.  Our tongues met
again and I could taste the fluid in and around her mouth.  "That was so
amazing," I said.  I immediately returned to her lips with mine.  I slid on
top of her as we continued to kiss.  I felt her thong was now gone, so we
were both completely naked.  She must have removed it sometime while going
down on me.  She felt freshly shaved against my leg.  With our legs
intertwined, we continued to make out, rolling on the bed so that she was
on top of me, and then I was on top of her.  We'd paw at each other
playfully, giggling between kisses.

Tired from playing, we laid on our sides and looked into each other's eyes.
"God, you know how wrong this is Molly?" she said.

"Yeah, I know.  But it doesn't feel wrong.  To me, anyways."

"Me neither!  It's just... what are we going to do?  I mean, it's not like
we can fucking date, or ever let anybody find out about this."

She was right.  But I didn't care at this point.  I smiled widely at her.
"I can keep a secret."

She returned my smile.  "So can I," she said.  She put her hand on my hip
and ran her fingertips up and down.  "I love you, Molly."

I couldn't tell if she meant it in a sisterly way or a romantic way, but I
felt it too, regardless.  "I love you too, Claire."  We laid there for a
couple of minutes, staring at each other.  My eyes took in every detail of
her gorgeous face.  I'd known this girl my whole life, and now she knew
every inch of my body.

"I'm still so horny," she said, breaking the silence.

"Me too!" I agreed.

She looked at the clock radio near her bed.  It read 12:03 AM.  "It's still
early," she said with a devilish grin.  I pounced on her and sat upright,
cowgirl style.  She put her hands on my legs and rubbed them up and down.

Looking down at her I smiled.  "Your turn, sister of mine...," I said.  She
bit down on her lip and smiled back at me.

I kissed her stomach as she'd done to me, making my way down.  I crossed
her belly button, past her hips, almost to my goal until she stopped me.
"Wait," she said.  Oh great, was this not going to work out again? I
thought, remembering what had happened last time I approached her crotch.
I raised up in confusion.  "Like this."  She turned over, laying on her
stomach.  She raised her butt up in the air and spread her legs, revealing
herself in her entirety to me.  It was all I could do to not dive face
first into my sister.

From this angle, and with the light from the book lamp, I could see every
detail of Claire.  Everything was illuminated perfectly.  I was shaking
again.  My breathing was getting heavy too.  I wanted to enjoy every second
of this.  I ran my fingertips up the back of her legs, over her buttcheeks
and to her lower back.  I decided that was where I should start.

I kissed at her lower spine softly, making my way with my lips down the
trail I'd taked with my fingers.  "Way to be a kiss ass, little sis,"
Claire chimed in with a smile.  I giggled without stopping my kisses.  I
could feel Claire shudder and I could hear her breathing.  Finally I was
just below her butt.  Immediately to my left was my older sister's pussy:
wet, willing and waiting for my touch.  I could hardly contain my
excitement!

I wasn't sure exactly how to do this.  Claire had obviously had more
experience than I did, but after having experienced her tongue, combined
with the natural instinct of a gay girl, I decided to give it my all.  I
kissed her square on the pussy lips, my mouth open.  It was the first time
I'd ever tasted another girl, and it was more wonderful than I'd ever
imagined.  My nose planted at her vagina, I gave another kiss, followed by
another, and another.  They were getting more ravenous.  It was hard to
control myself.  Her body started moving backwards.  She was pushing
herself onto my mouth!  I kept my eyes open and got the loveliest view of
her ass staring back at me.  I'd felt it the last time we'd "played"
together, but seeing it was a whole different experience.  You might not
think an asshole could be pretty, but Claire's was absolutely gorgeous.

I stuck my mouth to her pussy lips and began sucking.  I could taste her
juices flowing into me, and I could feel my own building up inside me
again.  She gasped at this, and slowly began pushing herself backwards into
me.  "Oohh, Molly...," she said, almost whispering.  I could feel the
sheets on her bed tensing as if she was grasping at it with her hands.  I
let my tongue do the work, starting at her clit and moving up her pussy
directly to the hole, allowing my tongue to swirl at that spot.  God, it
tasted good.  I put my hands on her butt to balance myself and make it
easier to control her movements.  I repeated my tongue's movements,
spending a little more time at her clit.  "Jesus, Molly...," she said.  She
was moving with me again, back and forth.  Bringing my tongue up her slit
again, I penetrated her with my tongue, getting it as deep inside of her as
I could.  I started pumping in and out like she'd done with her tongue
inside my mouth.

Her hand suddenly moved to her clit.  She began masturbating as I continued
tongue-fucking her.  "Jesus, right there!" she said tensely, trying to
remain quiet.  Her hand was moving quickly.  "Oh fuck!"  I moved my tongue
in and out, back and forth, making clockwise circles in her pussy.  I was
in total heaven.  She not only tasted incredible, like a mixture of sweet
perspiration with a hint of strawberry, but it was soft on my tongue and
lips.  I kept my mouth glued like this for another minute until I heard
Claire say, "Cumming!"  Keeping her in place with my hands on her butt, she
began bucking forward, continuing to stimulate her clit with her middle and
ring fingers.  At that moment, I felt a small flood of cum from her pussy.
It hit my tongue in short waves and the inside of her pussy throbbed
lightly.

After about a minute she began to tremble and started to lay down flat
again, letting her hand fall underneath her.  But I wasn't done.  I didn't
want to stop.  She's spent much longer on me than I had on her, and I was
ready to give her more.  I reached around to her hips and pulled her up,
moving my tongue down to her clit.  "Oh fuck, Molly!" was all she could
say.  I moaned in response.  The feeling of her tongue and the techniques
she'd so expertly used on me earlier were still fresh in my mind, and I
applied them back to her.  The same motions and movents she'd given my
clitoris I imitated.  She started moaning and breathing erratically.  I
started pulling her towards me with her hips harder.  My nose was now
planted firmly in her butt.  I inhaled her sex and felt my own pussy
throbbing as well.  "Jesus, don't stop," she said.  "Don't stop Molly...!"

I started my big laps again, but this time I didn't stop at her pussy.  My
tongue made it's way to her asshole.  She squealed the first time I licked
her there, and moaned loudly after that, almost too loudly considering our
parents were home!  But it didn't really matter.  We both knew there was no
going back now.  Keeping my left hand on her hip, I moved my right to her
clit and worked it like she'd done to herself.  My tongue stayed at her
butt, making at first broad clockwise sweeps.  I then realized I needed to
taste more, and pushed my tongue inside.  Her moaning and squealing
intensified as my hand moved quickly on her clit and my tongue pumped hard
in her butt.

The hand that was holding her hip got restless, and started to move up her
stomach to her breast.  I was losing my mind!  It was like an intense
over-stimulation of my senses.  The tastes, the smells, the feel, the look
of my sister, as well as the sounds she was making flooded my brain.  Her
breathing now blended in seamlessly with her moans and squeals.

After another five minutes her body started shaking wildly.  She was
vibrating the entire bed!  She didn't announce that she was cumming this
time, but she didn't have to.  My tongue was still buried in her ass and my
hand was still rubbing her clit furiously.  She kept shaking for almost two
minutes before finally winding down.  I gave her pussy a few more kisses,
and one more on her butt.  She stayed in that position, slowly sliding down
until she was flat, not saying a word.  I caught my breath and licked my
fingers, satisfied that at twelve years old, I was a pretty good lesbian!

I laid down next to her, still out of breath and with a sore tongue.  "Holy
fuck," she said, her face still partly in the pillow.  "That... was crazy.
I came so hard."

I smiled at her with a content look on my face.  "You sure did."

She reached her arm over me and pulled herself in tight.  She laid her leg
over mine and nuzzled her face into my neck as I put my arm around her
shoulder.  "Merry Christmas, Molly," she said sweetly.

"Merry Christmas, Claire."  We fell asleep like that, like we were a real
couple.  It didn't feel weird anymore.  It felt natural, to me at least.
My mouth was still sore the next day, but I was totally fine with that.  At
our Christmas dinner we exchanged mischievious glances.  She'd tickle my
leg with her toes under the table and we'd giggle, our parents none the
wiser.  It was a beautiful thing.  And this was only the beginning!

To be continued...