Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 11:31:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Gale Adams <tothestable@yahoo.com>
Subject: f/f incest "She Came to Me" Chapter 3

			      She Came to Me
				    By
				Gale Adams

				 Chapter 3


      It was very late at night. Around three or so. Melody had not been
able to sleep, so she had wandered off into the fields in the back of her
home, and was sitting quietly, looking at the full moon and the bright
stars. A magic grotto, she had called her sister's vagina and loved
especially the taste of it, the labia, the clit, the feel of it against her
tongue. But more so had she loved the mouth of Melody on her, her little
sister's tickling it with her tongue and taking the wetness of Ivory on her
tongue and kissing her then and there and then at her face, sticking her
tongue deeply in.

      Ivory was wearing her slip, for it was an exceedingly warm night. She
was lying on her back in the hot grass with the crocus hums and the wild
onion aroma. She pulled her slip up and was bare now as she took it off,
leaving on only her white knee socks. Her body felt delicious in the grass,
as if the night of the big bright sky was to come for her and for Melody,
to take them beyond this land, so they would be together forever.

      It was summer's end. School in three weeks. She put her hand at her
loins and felt her pubic hair darker now and soft and perhaps a bit more of
it, trying to imagine how it felt to Melody's hand, trying to imagine how
all of her felt to Melody, and wondered if Melody tried to imagine how she
felt to Ivory.

      Ivory began to masturbate. She had been told in circumstantial words
as nebulous and as specific as a heated iron for clothing, in a very tight
persimmony cloud that seemed to hover after her more and more, that is was
wrong. That even saying it was wrong. It was a private guilt that was an
important landscape of her values. But it could not be part of her.
Someone must have put it there, as mama said there were certain ladylike
things and there were certain other unladylike things, with a swift glance
at her daughter's laps as she said it, thus instituting the awareness in
Ivory, if Melody were not old enough to understand their mother's arched
eyebrows and somehow knowing eyes.

      The girls, the sisters, were in love. Ivory had decided it recently
that Melody was right. They would live together, outwardly as sisters, but
in private, as lovers. Melody would kiss Ivory's brown bud again, as she
had done a week ago, and touched it with tongue and finger pressing in,
which sent her older sister into such a sexually depraved dither that she
dripped copiously. She was unsure later whether she could kiss and lick and
push Melody's "winking spot"--Melody's name for it, for it seemed to wink
as she bent over. But Ivory would get the nerve; soon, she had no
doubt. What a splendid surprising rousing invasion that Ivory had never
even thought of before.

      She pinched her tits, which had grown larger over the summer and felt
her breasts more womanly than girlish now, as she put her hands to her
mouth then, smelling the cloying living earth on which she lay. Then she
masturbated with her left hand, dug in her finger deeper, and thought of
breaking her younger sister's cherry, as Ivory broken Melody's, which would
make them lovers forever. Men could just stay away. Boys could play with
their filthy peters all they wanted and if girls wanted them stuck into
themselves, that was their workaday stupid business.

      Ivory and Melody were above that sort of thing.

      Quietly, Melody said, "hello my sister, my love."

      Ivory, unafraid, not startled, pulled the girl down to her and held
her, on her naked body. They kissed passionately and Melody's hand went to
her older sister's cunt and felt it and pressed her hand against it and
opened it with a finger, then deep French kissed her sister, as they rolled
in the grass a bit, their thin fragrant arms round each other, after which,
Melody took off her sheer sleeping gown, and Ivory took off her slip. They
put them side-by-side.

      Melody stood up and her sister kissed the girl's legs and knees and
thighs, working up to Melody's girl hood and her navel and held her, while
Melody leaned down and kissed the top of Ivory's fair hair. Then Ivory
stood and together holding hands they walked to a stream a yard or so away,
and jumped in and felt their nudity so clean in the water that was cold and
made them shiver a little. It was so nice and uninhibited being naked in
water that touched all of them. As the moon and some stars seemed to dance
in the stream, as the girls taking turns licked and held and tweaked each
other's breasts, and held their bodies together, standing up, Melody
feeling Ivory's hair against her own hairlessness. And Ivory, the taller,
to protect Melody all her life through.

      They sat on the bank, in time, as Ivory dipped her long fingered
delicately boned hand into the water and touched it to Melody's forehead as
the younger girl closed her eyes and felt the water bead down her face a
bit, as Ivory said, "I thus anoint you with moon water and make you the
fair princess of my heart." And Melody looked up and smiled, as Ivory
looked in the shadows and moon bone white at her sister's body, so thin and
small and impeccably made, crafted so beautifully, and the cheekbones were
so perfectly honed, and she loved her far too much to care that her sister
was already far more beautiful than she.

      Not knowing at that same time, Melody was thinking, my body is so
inferior to Ivory's, my legs and arms are still sticks, like boy's arms and
legs, but Melody's are already the legs and arms of a woman; she is tall
and thin and shapely somehow too, and her breasts are beautiful as I see
them and suck on them, her nipples are getting bigger, she has a lovely
curvy behind and mine is so flat and uninteresting, how deeply her eyes
look in beauty and blue, while mine are just run of the mill brown and
uninteresting, and I am scrawny and too small; I will never grow hair down
there, and Ivory's is so very soft and comely, how I love her, how I love
her.

      And the night was warm and magical and protective and the feel
extended outward to forever.

      We shall never part, Ivory thought, we shall fight dragons and be
warrior princesses; we shall live in our own castle, protected by our love,
as well as a moat around our love and around our castle, how I wish I had a
face of glass so Melody could see her own face when she looks at mine,
reflected, and know her own beauty and perfection, for she knew, for she
knew...

      They walked naked through the fields of grass and the breeze blew
sweetly round them. They lay down, Melody beside Ivory, and they were on
their sides and close, as they began to masturbate each the other. They
came, almost the same time, as each kissed the other's face and chests and
nipples.  And afterwards, Ivory thought yes, now, and lay her sister on her
stomach, opening Melody's cheeks that she envied, did Ivory, for she
thought her own were far too flat, and taking a deep breath, she looked at
Ivory's "winking spot," then put her face to the opening and licked and
touched and pressed tongue and finger deeply in, as Melody wiggled and
cried "Oh sister oh that is so much, oh sister oh..so wonderful..."

      And the younger girl came again, as then they lay side by side,
panting, and stroking each other's hair that was all silver in the moon
light. In time, one or the other, suggested they go back to the house, so
Ivory licked Melody's slit one more time, then they got dressed and ran all
the way back home.