Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 20:53:09 +0000
From: Nicola Atkins <sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sweet Sister - PART TWO - IN TOO DEEP

DISCLAIMER

This story contains graphic descriptions of incest and lesbian love making,
and if you are offended by either, then please stop reading now. In no way
do I condone incestual relationships, so please bear in mind that this story
is intended to be 100% fiction, and nothing more. Also, if you are under
eighteen please stop reading now - this is not the sort of thing that little
eyes should see!!

Before I begin PART TWO - just a word of thanks to all of the positive
feedback I have had for PART ONE - I'm glad to see that I am making so many
of you out there so horny! Once again, any comments, on this part, or part
one, are appreciated, and can be sent to: sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com - look
forward to hearing from you!

For now, enough rambing on, enjoy the story, and happy self pleasuring! :-)

My Sweet Sister - PART TWO - IN TOO DEEP

Marisa felt the softness of Carlie's lips on her own. Felt the gentle
pressure of her pink little mouth, the warm moistness of those tasty lips,
and it felt like she was sinking in to some deep dreamland, she had waited
and dreamed of this moment for so long. But now the moment was upon her, she
was totally petrified, and she did not know how to deal with it. As Carlie
tried to take the kiss deeper, Part of Marisa complied, and part of her
resisted. She wanted it, yet she still knew it was wrong. And the fact that
desire stronger than she had ever known was wracking her body was
unimportant. She had to stop this now.

Carlie, mistaking Marisa's reluctance for fear, pulled slowly away from her
sister's lips, and leant close to her ear. Carlie's warm breath on Marisa's
earlobe was enough to send a fresh flood of desire leaking from her pussy,
but she ignored it. "Oh, Marisa, my sweet baby sister, love of my life,
don't be scared", Carlie soothed, in her husky and deep voice, so soft and
sexy in Marisa's throbbing ear. "Do you have any idea how long I have waited
to love you? All of those nights with you sat next to me, I could feel your
sweet little thigh against mine, and I wanted you so badly I was almost
bursting. You are so beautiful, so perfect. I want to cherish you and love
you Marisa, I want your first time to be with me". Carlie's words were
soothing and arousing, and as she whispered them into Marisa's prone ear,
Marisa felt her body melting, drifting. She wanted to let Carlie take
control of her body, her desires, her passion, her life. It felt so right,
yet at the same time it felt so wrong. But Marisa could not deny the effect
Carlie was having, and always had, on her, and she was not sure if she
wanted to for any longer.

Carlie reached out and turned off the light. The cloak of darkness shrouded
them, making Marisa feel both safe and somehow scared. Carlie put out a hand
and cupped Marisa's face in her soft palm, and Marisa revelled in the feel
of Carlie's skin against her face, the sliky softness of her palm, and the
smell of her desire still on her fingers. Lightly, yet so arousingly, Carlie
traced the outline of Marisa's mouth with her come-moist finger, dipping a
fingertip ever so slightly into the tempting moistness of Marisa's mouth,
and shuddering a little with the pleasure of the sensation. It was the
single most erotic gesture of Marisa's life so far, and she was well on the
way to searing pleasure yet again, shocked at how such a little touch could
arouse her so thoroughly. So close to her ear Carlie's tongue was almost
inside it, Marisa felt the sensation before she heard the words. "Oh,
Marisa, let me love you. Let me show you the joys of love. I have wanted you
for so long. I want to be the first, Marisa. Will you let me be the first?"
Marisa's head was a muddle of confusion, but she was aware of two prominent
things; Carlie's hand cupping her face, and a shockingly searing desire
rushing through her body in giant waves.

"But Carlie, what about Ebonie? If she saw this then she would tell mum and
dad for sure, and we would be dead meat", Marisa whispered, in a last ditch
effort to stall her (even though, in her heart of hearts, Marisa was no
longer sure she wanted to stall her). Carlie glanced over to Ebonie in the
darkness, and Marisa did the same; from the blurry shadow revealed, Ebonie
was still deep in dreamland. "Oh, Marisa, she's asleep, and you know it",
Carlie coaxed. "Just give in to the pleasure. Let me guide you".

No more words were needed. Marisa was nervous, scared, unsure, but at the
same time she was violently aroused, her pussy was almost bursting open at
the seams, searching for fingers and tongues, and she knew that her body was
ready to embrace the delights of her sister touching it. The touch that she
had waited to feel for so long. Carlie was gentle with her, yet she was
eager and desperate too, so there was an element of rough passion in the
lovemaking. Carlie immediately took charge, enjoying the responses of
Marisa's curious and healthy virgin body. Carlie's mouth pressed against
Marisa's, and it became apparent that she had had a lot of practice at
kissing. With gentle expertise, Carlie slanted her mouth on Marisa's,
drawing the kiss out, and within seconds, her sly pink tongue had worked
it's way eagerly into Marisa's innocent mouth. Hungrily, her tongue swirled
around the inside of Marisa's mouth, over her teeth, licking the roof of her
mouth, and circling and parrying with Marisa's own tongue. As they kissed,
Carlie reached out both hands to play with Marisa's throbbing body. Carlie's
hands went straight to Marisa's tits, which she cupped and squeezed gently,
her thumbs and forefingers pinching the nipples, pulling them, making
Marisa's pussy throb and melt in response.

Wave after wave of desire washed over Marisa. She had now capitulated
entirely to her sisters' expert caresses, and her hot pussy was throbbing
it's approval. But god, what Marisa wouldn't give, right at that moment, to
feel Carlie's expert fingers sliding roughly in and out of her wetness, her
thumb flicking over her clit, just as she had watched Carlie masturbate.
Marisa's pussy was aching in anticipation - surely much more of the breast
caressing, and she would come without having had a finger laid upon her
pussy. But Carlie stopped, broke off the kiss, and leant over her sister.
All Marisa could see of her face in the darkness was the glint of her eyes.
Suddenly, Carlie ducked her head down to Marisa's body, licking her neck,
nibbling and sucking gently. Marisa squirmed on the bed sheets, feeling the
wetness of her pussy seeping on to the bed, and her butt riding about in the
sliperiness beneath her. Her thighs parted wider and wider, waiting to feel
the hands and tongue of her sexy sister.

Carlie lay between the open thighs, and let her tongue roam from Marisa's
swan-like neck, to the firm and throbbing breasts that begged to feel her
mouth upon them. Carlie took hold of one of the breasts, and began to suck
on the nipple expertly, her tongue swirling about the aereole, and pushing
the puckering nipple from side to side. Marisa gasped a breathy gasp, almost
fainting with the pleasure of the sensation. As Carlie sucked, she ran her
free hand gently down the flat stomach, swirling her fingernails lightly
over the soft flesh, tickling gently and making Marisa's head spin. Carlie's
hand went slowly lower and lower, closer and closer to the pussy that waited
eagerly for her touch. Just as she reached the top of Marisa's eager bush,
Carlie removed her teasing hand, took her mouth away from the tasty tit, and
rolled over on to her back.

Marisa looked imploringly at her sister in the darkness, positive that she
could hear her sister laugh lightly. "Oh, Carlie", Marisa whsipered,
furstrated beyond endurance. All protests died on her lips when Carlie took
her hand, and placed three of the fingers in her warm, moist mouth. As she
nibbled and sucked at Marisa's fingers, Carlie reached her free hand out to
her sister, and placed her fingers lightly on her pussy, not rubbing or
touching, just resting there. "I'm going to give you what you want in a
minute, Marisa", Carlie cooed. "But first, I want you to do something for
me. No fair you getting all the pleasure". Marisa lay so close to Carlie
that her tits were touching her side. Gently licking the fingers, Carlie
whispered, "Touch me, Marisa. Now". Marisa shivered at the dominance in her
sister's voice, but it was not because she was scared.

Nervously, but eagerly, Marisa reached out a hand to Carlie's plump and wet
little pussy. "like this?" she asked, as she lighly seperated the lips,
finding them wet and hot, so ready for her and this. "Oh yes. Like that,
Marisa", Carlie moaned, bucking her hips. "Slide your fingers inside now,
open my pussy lips and rub my clit". Spurred on by this dirty talk, and
aware that Carlie had begun to imitate what Marisa was doing to her pussy on
her own pussy, Marisa parted the lips fully, immediately finding the
engorged and throbbing little clit. As Carlie repeated this action on her,
Marisa was finding it harder to concentrate. Marisa began to rub at the
little button, slowly at first, sliding in the juices surrounding her pussy,
then faster and faster, circling the whole area with deft, rapid strokes.
Carlie copied this on her sister, and Marisa felt the orgasm already begin
to sweep over her prone body, her cunt throbbing so violently she seriously
thought she might pass out. As she played with her sister's pussy, feeling
her orgasm trying to grab at her body, hearing Carlie gasp and moan outside
herself, feeling her fingers sliding about the slick flesh of her sister's
pussy, she was suddenly aware of rough hands throwing her back down on the
bed.

Shock turned to violent passion when she felt Carlie's hands pressing her
arms down to the bed, and her mouth dive for her wetness. Carlie's tongue
slurped out at her pussy and began to lap eagerly at the wetness there.
Marisa closed her eyes and felt her body almost levitate as Carlie pressed
her tongue against her clit with all her might and pushed it upwards with
each stroke. Then her tongue ducked down to the opening, plunged deep
within, making Marisa gasp, then out again, lapping furiously at the clit
once more. It was all Marisa could do to stop herself from yelling out as an
orgasm so powerful it made her heart thud so hard she thought it would burst
through her chest overcame her. Marisa lapped hard at the clit, while a
finger, then two, made it's way easily in to her hot wetness, plunging in
and out, roughly and rapidly, driving her over the edge. "Oh. Fuck." she
croaked, as the waves of pleaure built up and burst over her, making her
whole body shake all over.

Before she could even recover, Carlie had pounced upon her, grabbing her
hand and forcing fingers up in to her pussy. Comalike, but eager to please
her sister as she had done for her, Marisa jabbed three fingers roughly up
Carlie's wet pussy, all the way in and out, plunging brutally in and out.
Instinctively, Marisa's thumb went out and began to circle at Carlie's
hard-on crazily, rubbing and pressing as hard as she could. Within seconds,
Carlie was coming, her body shuddering and her legs twitching as she spat
out obsceneties. As the contractions flooded over her body, her butt cheeks
clenching and unclenching, Carlie gasped out, "Oh, Marisa, you are so
fucking perfect. Make me come. Touch me, that's it. Oh, fuck, I'm coming.
I'm coming now, can you feel it?"

And sure enough, Marisa felt the force of Carlie's orgasm; felt the
contractions deep within her body as her pussy sucked hungrily at her
fingers, pulsing and throbbing, and Marisa felt a flood of come coat her
hand. Carlie maoned softly as the last of the contractions died away, and
Carlie's thighs, which had held Marisa's arm in a vice like grip, softened
the hold, slackening and falling limply to either side. Marisa was shocked
at the intensity of the explosion; although her orgasm had been massively
intense, she had never known a reaction like that.

Carlie turned to her sister in the darkness, pressing her body close to her.
Marisa felt the slickness of her warm embrace as she held her to her,
squeezing her so tightly she thought she might suffocate. Carlie's breasts
were damp with sweat, the nipples still hard from their lovemaking. Gentle
hands reached out and brushed Marisa's hair away from her slick face,
tenderly cupping her chin, and with love and deep understanding, Carlie
reached over to her sister and planted the gentlest of kisses on her
sweat-sheened brow. There was so much love in that kiss, and Marisa was
surprised by it. She had thought that now their passion had been sated for
the time being, Carlie would ask her to leave the bed, tell her it had to be
'their little secret', and that would be the end of that. But Carlie was
holding her so tightly, with so much tenderness and romance, that Marisa
felt herself falling into an even deeper infatuation with her special,
perfect, beautiful sister.

"Oh, Marisa. That was so wonderful. I have never, ever come like that
before. You are the only person who can have that effect on me. And I know
it's wrong, but I know that I could never feel that way with anyone else. I
have wanted you for so long, I still want you now, and I will never stop
wanting you. Please say that I can explore that beautiful body many, many
more times?" Carlie said, still holding Marisa close, waiting for her
answer.

Marisa lay in the dark, watching the shilouette of her sister's face,
wondering what she would be getting herself in for if she let this whole
crazy affair carry on. But she had to admit, she had never felt anything
like that before, and she knew she wanted more of it. She thought Carlie was
gorgeous, she couldn't help that, and she decided that she didn't want to
try to stop these feelings. So when she said, "Yes, Carlie, I want that
too", she knew she was making the rfght decision.

Carlie snuggled contentedly in to her sister, and laid like that, snuggled
close together, feeling the love wash between them, they both went to sleep.