Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2003 21:24:33 +0000
From: Nicola Atkins <sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sweet Sister - PART ONE - EXPLORATION

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contains graphic descriptions of incestual sex, and anyone who is likely to
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story is totally, 100% fiction, and that in no way would I encourage an
incestual relationship of any kind. Fantasies are fine, but it's best just
to leave them there.

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MY SWEET SISTER - PART ONE - EXPLORATION -  By A.A.

Marisa Bartlett came from a big family. This had it's upsides and it's
downsides, as she had learned over her fifteen years of life so far. With
ten children, herself included, there was more than enough to keep their
parents busy. And despite the massive population, their home was always
clean and well-kept, their mother attentive and devoted, their father
sometimes brisk but always well-meaning, and all of the children got on
exceptionally well, especially considering the amount of teenage hormones
flying about the house, with the family members in various stages of
puberty.

Marisa shared a room with her sisters Ebonie, who was thirteen, and Carlie,
who was sixteen. For the most part this was a comfortable arrangement.
Ebonie was a softly-spoken, rather shy girl, who very seldom had any kind of
opinion on the 'room activities', leaving Marisa and Carlie pretty much in
charge, which was just the way Marisa liked it. She and Carlie, being so
similar in age, shared such similar tastes, that sometimes they surprised
themselves with how alike they were. They enjoyed the same food, the same
television programmes, the same music, they both loved cats, and they both
hoped to work in the fashion industry when they left home. Marisa and Carlie
spent many hours chatting to each other about life in general, sometimes
talking long into the night. They were more like very best friends than
sisters, although a lot of people had commented on how alike they looked.
Marisa loved all of her family, but she had a special endearment to Carlie.
She often felt that it was only she and Carlie in the house, in the room,
cuddled up in bed together in flannel nightshirts, holding torches to shine
into each others' faces, eating chocolates out of a big tub, as they
discussed the sexiest boys and the best celebrities in minute detail.

Carlie would often sneak into Marisa's bed in the dead of the night, when
Ebonie was asleep, or vice-versa. Sometimes Marisa would lie awake
throughout the night, waiting to feel the cover being pulled back, letting
in a blast of cold air, then feeling the warm silky flesh of Carlie's thighs
pressed against hers as she snuggled in tight. Marisa loved it when Carlie
joined her in bed. It brought them somehow closer, to be snuggled together
so tightly that you could not slip a piece of paper between them. It was
also somewhat more intimate then a chat sat at a table, or on the sofa. This
gave them the perfect opportunity to discuss all of the things that would
normally be too taboo to discuss under everyday circumstances. Boys, sex,
alcohol, drugs even, nothing was forbidden. As the years passed, the chats
had become more focussed on sexual content. Marisa had heard in great detail
about Carlie's 'first time', and as she had sat there, thigh to thigh with
her sister, for a fleeting second she had felt a warmth course through her
that was frightening in it's enormity, because not only was Carlie a girl,
but she was her sister. It was wrong to feel that way, even for the briefest
of seconds, so she shoved it to the back of her mind and concentrated firmly
on being her sister's best friend and confidante, without any kind of weird
sexual feelings getting in the way.

Ebonie would snore softly, deep in dreamland, as the two of them carried out
these secret trysts. Marisa found something quite thrilling in sitting up at
2 a.m., when they should have been asleep, talking in ways that should
surely be forbidden. It was kind of cool to have this as their own 'little
secret', and Carlie, sixteen going on thirteen, seemed to agree. Both
seeming to know instinctively that their parents' would not be happy about
how attached to each other they had become, they would restrain their
affection for each other in public, but as soon as they were snuggled up
alone, Marisa would lay her head on Carlie's soft pillows of breasts, while
Carlie would absently massage Marisa's slender shoulders. They always
enjoyed this bonding time.

In the golden sunny days of summer, Marisa would run hand in hand with
Carlie through the wide cornfield near their house. Feeling the wind whip
her honey-golden hair around her face, Marisa would feel like the heroine in
an romantic novel as they rolled and larked about in the soft yellow corn.
They made a little den, and they would go and sit on the flattened down
corn, one using the others' stomach as a pillow, as they basked in the
golden glow of the sun. Marisa often thought that she would never find
anyone as like-minded as Carlie to share her life with. Who else would run
through confields like a little girl, hand in hand with her, or sit in a den
and discuss useless nonsense, when she should have been out frolicking with
boys or hanging 'round bike sheds smoking with other sixteen year old
girls'? They were both as juvenile and immature and romantic as each other.

Marisa suspected that they both knew more than they cared to admit, though.
Marisa certainly did. When she had turned fifteen, she had suddenly felt
aware of her body and sexuality in a way she never had before. It wasn't
that she had any interest in any of the boys' she met, quite the opposite in
fact, it was more that she felt her feminine nature radiate from her body.
She felt womanly. Her breasts were softening and forming nicely, the nipples
tight and coral-pink, her hips were smooth, her thighs gently curving, her
center softly furred, the pulse deep within her secret flesh becoming more
prominent. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a young, attractive,
desirable woman, not a silly, soppy little girl. Boys had noticed this
desirability, and Marisa was taking advantage of this. She loved to lead
them on, tease them, allow them little tidbits before denying them the prize
they really craved for. She thought that Carlie would probably approve of
this.

So far Marisa had not actually let any boy go the 'full way' with her,
although there had been much kissing and fooling around. She delighted in
telling Carlie what things felt like, how she enjoyed the teasing feel of
boys' hands riding up her thighs, grabbing with juvenile abandon at her
breasts, poking  novicely at her softness. All this added up to considerable
delights, and Marisa knew that she probably enjoyed recounting the
experiences to Carlie, more than the actual experiences themselves. Carile
would sit and listen open-mouthed, the tip of her juicy pink tongue on show,
her rosebud lips pursed in delight and/or arousal.

It was around this time that the girls' began to wonder more about each
other's bodies', and what exactly turned them on. One night, Carlie
suggested that they masturbate in front of each other, to see what turned
them both on. Marisa was a little dubious about this, but also wildly
excited. In fact, as soon as Carlie had suggested it, Marisa felt her slick
pussy lips rubbing together in eager anticipation. Carile said, the one rule
was, they had to do it totally naked, so they could watch the bodily
reactions and compare them later.

Side-by-side in Carlie's single bed, laying so close their sides were
touching, they began to remove nighties and knickers. Marisa glanced
nervously over to Ebonie - fast asleep, head lolling, mouth wide open, she
was blissfully oblivious. By the glow of the lamp by Carlie's bed, They both
examined each others' bodies thouroughly before starting to masturbate.
Marisa thought Carlie had a fascinatingly beautiful body. Her breasts were
surprisingly full and curvy, the nipples puckering in the cool air. Carlie's
body had a silky shimmery sheen to it that was most inviting. Marisa could
smell sweet skin and desire from where she was. As Carlie opened her thighs
slightly, Marisa's attention zeroed in on the lush bush in front of her,
with it's whorl of sandy-brown hair, and pouting lips, the clitoris just
peeking from the top. Marisa felt a jolt of lust course through her genitals
before she had even realised it, and this both frightened and excited her in
equal measures. Wasn't it wrong to find the sight of your sister's vagina
excitable? Marisa decided she didn't care. Hell, it was normal to be
curious, and besides, they were not doing anything really wrong, were they?
Besides, she was kind of curious to see if what she was doing was the proper
way of doing it, and who better to experiment with then her trusted friend,
sister and confidante?

Slowly and nervously, but with growing excitement, Marisa opened the slick
flesh of her vagina, feeling the moisture already taint her fingers. Her
eyes were focussed entirely on Carlie's pussy - she had no idea of the
facial expressions that she was making, but Marisa supposed they would be as
screwed up in delight as her own soon would be. Carlie parted the flesh of
her vagina, giving Marisa a clear view of her secret flesh. Marisa could see
the slickness and smell the desire. The wild lust coursed through Marisa's
body in manic jolts as Carlie began to slide a finger up and down the whole
length of her vagina, slicking her juices up to her hard and prominent
little clit. Marisa watched in fascination as Carlie ran her finger lightly
around her opening, dipping it in to her body just slightly, before
travelling back up to the clitoris, and running it back down again.

Marisa wondered if this was all Carlie did. If so, how on earth did she ever
come? It would take Marisa hours to bring herself off like that. She herself
had begun to masturbate too - her finger jerked in rapid circular motions
over the whole area of her clit, round and round in a dizzying but totally
horny manner. This was how she always masturbated; she had explored her own
body enough to know EXACTLY what turned her on, and this was the most horny
way for her. Her finger was wet and sliding about, losing traction on her
clit. Marisa could hear the sounds of her finger rubbing in the wetness, the
little slapping sounds of her rapidly working finger, but she didn't care.
She was awash with desire, and she realised that watching Carlie wank was
exhileratingly horny.

Carlie began to pick up pace. Slick flesh shining, she slid her long index
finger all the way up inside her juicy softness, while her thumb began to
jerk spasmodically on her little button. Marisa thought to herself that she
had to try that - it looked absolutely delicious! As Carlie's finger slid in
and out of her pussy, Marisa watched the glistening juices on it, shining in
the lamplight, getting more and more shiny with each stroke. She looked so
wet, and that loooked so gorgeous. Marisa felt a flood of desire leak from
her pussy, and her own finger went testily down to play with her virginal
opening.

Gently prodding, Marisa knew that she was very, very near. Her finger
returned to her clit, and she began to rub furiously, fingers sliding all
over the wet flesh, clit so hard and engorged that she thought it might
burst. Carlie had begun to moan softly, and this spurred Marisa on even
more. Carlie's legs were jerking spasmodically, as she tensed her calf
muscles in readiness for the explosion. Her hips jerked up towards her
fingers - the finger sliding in and out of her pussy went into overload, in
and out, in and out, forcefully and frenzied. Marisa felt her orgasm rush at
her suddenly; her nipples began to tingle and throb (her free hand went out
to pinch at them absently), her pussy began to throb dizzily, slowly and
rythmically at first, then faster and faster, until it descended on her -
the biggest orgasm of her life so far. She looked over at Carlie, who was
moaning in the throes of her own delight, and she was both shocked and
aroused beyond endurance to see Carlie's free hand reach out and prod a
finger into her bottom hole. This was too much for Marisa 'Carlie, I'm
coming', she whispered, feeling the pulse beat burst upon her, her pussy
throbbing violently, her empty opening sucking at nothing hungrily. Carlie
mouthed 'Me too' through gritted teeth, jerked spasmodically, her whole body
twitching, her muscles tensing, and then she was suddenly still and limp.

Marisa lay still for long moments, feeling the last throbbing of her intense
orgasm dying away. Her body felt slick with sweat and heated to almost
burning point. She removed her fingers from her pussy and brought them up to
her face to smell them, finding she was excited by this action, and hoping
that Carlie was watching her. She was. Carlie had turned her head toward her
sister on the pillow, and she was watching Marisa - the seriousness of her
eyes was shocking to Marisa. Her slightly plump cheeks were flushed and her
blue eyes glistened, and Marisa thought that she had never looked as
beautiful as she did at this moment. Her brown hair swirled around her head
in silky swathes, and Marisa felt an intensely powerful desire to brush it
away from her face, feeling the sliding silky sensations of her hair as she
did so. But Marisa carefully restrained herself, worried that what she felt
for her sister was totally wong. Right or wrong, she couldn't help how she
felt, though, and she was frightened that the desire would only increase as
time went by, until they both ended up doing something they regretted.

Thoughtfully and absently, Marisa began to suck her pussy-exploring fingers
with slow force, and when Carlie removed then gently from Marisa's mouth,
and took her hand in her own, Marisa was shocked, but she didn't want to
move. Carlie pulled hers sister's body in to her own warm flesh, and Marisa
delighted in the feel of Carlie's slick and warm flesh against her own,
breast to breast, pussy bush tickling pussy bush. And when Carlie pulled
Marisa's face towards hers, and kissed her full on the mouth, Marisa wasn't
sure she could make her stop.........

TO BE CONTINUED!!