1 comments/ 16303 views/ 5 favorites Charlie's Angels: Sisterly Love By: suckandfuck Kris pulled up in front of her beach house. Sabrina's orange car was parked outside already, not an unusual sight. Kris parked next to Sabrina's car, got out and went around to the back door to get out the groceries. If she really loaded up she could get it all inside with one trip. Balancing four heavy paper bags and a milk jug, she bumped the car door closed with her butt and teetered up the steps to her beach house. She shifted the bags up on one hip to try to get the key into the door without putting anything down. Finally it turned and she pushed the door open with one foot. Just a few steps inside, the bags started to tear and she staggered forward quickly, plunking her heavy load onto the kitchen counter an instant before it all fell apart. I win, she thought. She expected Sabrina and probably Jill to be watching TV on the couch as they often did, but the set was off and things were quiet. With a mental shrug Kris started taking things out of the bags. As she was putting oranges into the fruit bowl, she heard a noise from the other room, and when she went to investigate she was hardly surprised to see Jill and Sabrina in bed together. The sheets were covering them mostly but she could see that Jill was on top and humping away. Kris didn't even make her presence known and went back to put the rest of the groceries away. But, the seed had been planted and now Kris was only thinking about one thing. By the time she had put the milk into the refrigerator she felt that little twinge that meant she was getting wet. Normally when she ran into this situation she could just go join in the fun, but it would be weird with her sister in there. She'd only been back from Europe for a day. Hearing an especially loud moan from the other room, she snuck back down the hallway and peeked into Jill's bedroom. Now Jill was on all fours on the bed and Sabrina was behind her, drilling away. They were angled in the other direction so Kris could stay well into the doorway without being seen. Jill's head hung down between her arms, and was gasping periodically. Her back was arched and she was gripping the sheets with both hands, pushing backwards. It looked like Sabrina's eyes were closed, and she was just holding onto Jill's hips and pumping steadily. With no other sound in the house, the squishing, slapping noise coming from between them was loud, obscene and delicious. Kris felt herself getting wetter as she watched the black dildo plunge deep into her sister's drooling cunt. This reminded her of when they lived at home with their parents. Jill must have been about 22 when she moved out to the beach, if Kris remembered correctly, and before that were the good old days when the whole family lived together under one roof. It was a small roof so the girls shared a room. As a little girl Kris slightly resented that she was stuck with the boring bottom bunk and Jill got the top one just because she was older. Once a few years had passed the childhood squabbles died down and they were the best of friends. When Jill started dating she quickly found out that she never had to look too far to find a boy who wanted to be with her. Kris remembered how much of a shock it was the first time she saw her older sister having sex. It was a weekend when their parents were out of town, and Jill had her boyfriend over. Kris had gone down the hall late at night to their room and saw her on her back, with a boy thrusting between her legs. On Kris's bottom bunk too! The young man's back blocked Kris from seeing anything too graphic, but she got the picture enough. She was afraid Jill would open her eyes and see her standing there, so she scurried away. Kris had been a little shocked. She knew about sex, of course, but it was still strange to see. On top of that, she felt like she should be disgusted to see her big sister having sex, yet instead of that she had found it exciting in an odd way. Knowing Jill was having sex down the hall at that very moment, Kris had locked herself in the bathroom and gotten off quickly before going back to watch TV. That night when she went to sleep, she had a strange electricity from knowing her sister had sex in her bed. After that, whenever she heard the telltale rustling sounds from their room, Kris would peek around the corner and look inside. Sometimes, when she was sure they couldn't see her, she would watch and finger herself, like she could feel what Jill was feeling. She would string it out until Jill started to moan loudly, and then plunge her fingers hard, making her orgasm crash at the same time as her sister's. That feeling was the greatest sexual high she could get. After a while though, Kris got a little older and realized that this might not be a very normal thing to do. It wasn't nice to spy on her sister like that, and she felt a little guilty. They had discussed it before, so Jill knew that Kris knew, but did not know that she watched. So she stopped the spying. But whenever their parents were out, there was a boy over at the house, and not much time was wasted. The more Kris tried to ignore the moans and grunts, the hornier she got in spite of herself. Almost every time she would be nearly insane with arousal, and would have to masturbate furiously in order to get it out of her system. Then there were the nights when mom and dad were home, and Jill was still horny. She would whisper, "Kris?" If Kris answered, she would ask her some meaningless question and then say good night. Once Kris figured out that this was just a check to see if she was asleep, she heard her name whispered but didn't reply. Then she would hear her sister masturbating right overhead. Kris had no choice but to listen the first time, since she happened to wake up in the middle of it and didn't want to embarass Jill by letting her know. Again, she was stunned and excited, and had soaked through her panties by the time Jill had finished. It took all her strength not to get off, but Jill was probably still awake. After that though, Kris would deliberately keep quiet and listen to her sister finger herself. Jill did a pretty good job of keeping quiet; Kris only heard the tiniest of moans a couple of times. The heavy breathing and squishy noises could not be helped. She wished she could see it happening. Knowing there would be no other opportunity for hours, Kris would almost always rub herself quickly, racing to orgasm before Jill did so that she wouldn't hear. Often while Kris was pleasuring herself she would shut her eyes tight and see her sister getting fucked by boys. Then, the boys disappeared from her fantasies and it was just Jill. Then she fantasized about what it would be like if she was the one making her fister feel so good. Even when she tried not to think about it her mind would often drift back to Jill. She knew it wasn't quite right, but the instant her mind grazed the topic she was on fire. Now that she had so casually been thinking of her sister in a sexual context, it was harder and harder to keep the sex fantasy Jill seperate from good old, normal Jill. Thus by her late teens Kris was in the outer edges of a strange phase of admiration for her sister. She and Jill had seen each other naked before, it was not a big deal, but Kris always looked. In the earlier days it was just out of innocent curiosity, to see what her own body might look like in a couple years, but later on she looked just out of enjoyment. She knew her sister had grown into a beautiful woman, and of course you recognize beauty when you see it, whether it's related to you or not. Kris had gotten old enough that it was clear that her body was not going to turn out exactly like her sister's. Mainly what she was a little jealous of was Jill's nipples. Not all nipples are alike, and Jill had somehow managed to develop a very exceptional pair, while Kris found her own very small and boring by comparison. Since then though, Kris had more or less forced herself out of this phase. She had a couple of boyfriends over the years too, and really liked them; with Kris there was no sex yet but a lot of quality time, with Jill all the sex left little room for quality time. Kris was concerned that her thoughts about her sister were abnormal and since Jill didn't seem to feel the same way, she never mentioned it. Once Jill moved out it was easier for the mental pictures to get less frequent. She was pretty much over it. Until she went to work for Charlie. Then a lot of things got turned upside down. She found out she was bisexual, and even lost her virginity to her best friend. Freely liking girls was a big leap back towards her old secret. She kept telling herself that she wasn't sexually attracted to her own sister, that would be weird and wrong. She had just been naturally curious about growing up, that's all. But it was harder to accept once the sight of her sister having sex with other girls became commonplace. And harder still, when they occasionally had group sex. Kris and Jill never had direct sexual contact, but they were comfortable being very close in that situation. Seeing her sister only inches away, moaning or tonguing somebody's pussy, she couldn't help but have obscene thoughts about her. She wondered if Jill ever had similar thoughts about her, now that they were both adults. Still she kept it a guarded secret, and hoped Sabrina and Kelly didn't notice that some of her most explosive orgasms came during kisses with lips fresh from Jill's pussy. Now she tried to avoid sex where her sister was involved because these feelings bothered her. On the surface she shrugged it off, telling herself it was just a phase that she was long done with. Part of her knew that deep down it was a dark secret that she was not done with at all. Fantasies of her sister, though rare, provided her most powerful orgasms - and the most quiet guilt afterwards. Kris snapped out of her flashback and re-focused on Sabrina's hands firmly guiding her sister's hips back and forth. I am not watching my sister. I am watching Sabrina. As if controlled by someone else, her eyes kept darting back between Jill's tantalizingly spread legs, watching her get filled over and over. Kris's pussy was throbbing and, with a nod to the old days, went into the bathroom to appease it. She put a leg up on the counter and fingered herself roughly, already wet and not taking long to climax. Before her orgasm had even finished, she felt dirty and ashamed. I can't believe I just did that. That's years behind me now. I can't start that sick stuff again. Just forget about it. All she had done was trade her heavy feeling of arousal for a much heavier feeling of guilt. For the rest of the day, Kris avoided Jill and tried to busy herself with little things but never quite shook the feeling. Later on, they came out in bathing suits. Sabrina was wearing one of Jill's, and it was slightly ill-fitting. She tugged at it and adjusted it unconsciously. "Bri, I don't understand why you can't just leave a bathing suit over here all the time." "Because, then when I need it somewhere else, I won't have it." "Oh right, you go swimming SO often. Couldn't you just buy another suit then?" "What for, when I have a perfectly good one." Jill sighed, rolling her eyes, and spotted Kris. "Oh hi, I didn't know you were home." "Yeah," Kris said, hardly looking at her. You don't know I've been home all day.You don't know a lot of things. "Jill, you sure we should go swimming now? It's almost dark," Sabrina observed. "Dark is good. Who says we're going swimming?" Jill flashed her a naughty grin. "Ooh. Want to join us, Kris?" "No thanks," she mumbled into her book, avoiding their eyes. Jill felt briefly that something may have been wrong, but the allure of the beach was not to be ignored. She took Sabrina's wrist and they were out the door. Kris glanced out the window in a few minutes and saw their two smallish figures pressed together in the distance, making out in the water. That could be me. That should be me with my arms around- She mentally slapped herself, and turned, frowning back to her book. It took her nearly ten minutes to finish page 72, and when she got to the end, she knew her eyes had been sweeping the words but nothing had sunk in. Instead of admitting to herself that she was upset, she turned the page and kept looking at the little meaningless letter shapes. The next morning, Kelly came over for breakfast. Jill was taking a shower, which took about a hundred hours according to Kris, and Kelly was frying some eggs. Sabrina, who had just slept over, didn't need to dress for her friends and sat on the couch wearing only a bedsheet, peeling an orange without looking down from the TV screen. "What are you watching?" Kelly asked. "The news." "Turn it up a little, huh?" The volume increased, informing all that today would be 80 degrees and sunny. "Oo, nice. Want to go out on the beach after we eat, Kris?" Kris stared at the butter. "Kris?" "Oh what? Sorry." "I said I wanted to go out on the beach later, it looks nice out. Oh.. do you have a bathing suit I could borrow? Or does Jill?" "Yeah," Kris sighed. "Probably." She finished buttering her toast, dropped it onto her plate and went to plop down on the couch next to Sabrina. The shift in the cushions caused all the orange peels to fall off of her sheet and she made a face at Kris, but getting no response she cleaned them up herself. "I smell food." Jill had emerged from the hall in a bathrobe, her hair still dark and wet. "Wow Jill, you should think about becoming a detective," Kelly smirked. "Har," she rolled her eyes. Kelly held out a piece of toast for her. "Um, have we met?" Jill looked from the toast to Kelly, and shook her head sullenly. "Right, sorry." Kelly spread a generous amount of butter on it and offered it again. "That's the way." She took a big crunchy bite and smiled. "Thanks." She walked behind the couch, briefly mussing up her little sister's hair with her free hand as she passed. "Hey Kris." "Hi." Jill sat on the last available cushion. Once her eyes were focused on the TV, Sabrina tried to steal her toast. In retaliation, Jill halfheartedly tried to pull off Sabrina's sheet. "Toast is not that scarce a resource," Kelly said, coming over and setting breakfast plates down on the coffee table. "Looks like sofa seats are though." "Oh, you can just lay across our laps." Jill teased. "Rotten egg, Kel." Sabrina said, still looking at the TV. "Rotten egg, come on, I cooked you eggs!" Kris rose, picked up a plate of food, and sat down on the side chair without a word. She stared down at her plate, poking the egg with her fork as if it was important business. "Thanks Kris," Kelly said uncertainly, and filled the empty sofa seat next to Sabrina. Jill looked over at Kelly, who met her gaze with a shrug. After several minutes of eventless eating, Sabrina and Jill had a battle over the last wedge of an orange which gave way to a series of wrestling, laughing kisses. Do they ever stop? Irritated, Kris set her plate on the table and silently left the room. Jill looked up, allowing Sabrina to gobble up the orange slice in triumph. "What's with her?" "I don't know, she's been quiet all morning," Kelly said. Jill frowned slightly and got up. "I'm gonna go see what's the matter." The instant she was up, Sabrina spread out on the couch, using Kelly's lap as a pillow. "You are an exceptional slob, Sabrina." "Yes." Jill went down the hall to the master bedroom. Peering inside she saw her sister sitting on her bed, holding a book open in front of her, but looking past it out the window. "Kris?" Oh no. "Hey." "Hey hon. Why so glum?" "I'm fine." Kris looked at her book but was not reading it. "Are you mad at me?" "No," she sighed, "I'm just in a bad mood. PMS or something." Please just go away. "Oh, ok." Kris offered nothing else so Jill ended the slightly awkard silence and left. No, she was not mad, she was more like sad, but PMS was long past. She was torn between a strange sexual desire for someone who might exist only in her mind, and missing her big sister who used to dress up in silly clothes just to make her laugh, and give her a hug when she skinned her knee. It's my own stupid fault that I miss Jill. She hasn't done anything wrong. I've been pushing her away. I'm the one making it weird. Her eyes teared up and she concentrated hard on reading her book, blinking it away. "PMS," Jill announced quietly. "Ah." "Scoot," she nudged Sabrina, who reluctantly drew her knees so that Jill could sit down. Kris did not come out of her bedroom for the rest of the day, and was rather quiet at work for the rest of the week. She almost flat out refused to talk to Jill. Nobody made much of it, until Kelly called her one night to chat. Kris was full out crying when the phone rang. Just don't answer, she thought, then reconsidered. No, if it's Kelly or Bri, they'll get worried and come over to check on me. She sniffed herself as dry as she could, and picked up. "Hello?" She said, trying to speak in a bright, strong voice. "Hey, it's Kelly." "Oh hi Kelly, how are you." "I'm fine, what about you?" "Also fine." "You sure? You sound a little strange. Have you been crying?" How does she always know? "Well.. yeah, a little, I uh, there was this sad movie on tv," she invented. "No, there was not. Kris, you've been acting strange all week. What's the matter?" "Nothing's the matter," she insisted, her voice quavering. "You're not in some kind of trouble, are you?" "No, nothing like that." I have to hang up before I do something stupid. Just say goodbye. "Well, something's wrong with you. I'm going to come over there, ok?" Kris thought about trying to stall but choked out "Ok", because regardless of the situation she needed a hug. "Alright, I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Kris wanted to try to stop crying and dry up before Kelly got there, so she couldn't make such a fuss. But the instant she hung up the phone, the tears came spilling back. In what seemed like 10 seconds, the doorbell rang. She cried a little harder knowing she had failed to stop crying in time, and shuffled out defeatedly to the front door. Kelly immediately looked alarmed when she stepped inside. "Oh, what is it?" "I'm ok," she said in an unsteady voice. Kelly sat down on the couch and beckoned Kris to follow. "Kris, come here and sit down." Kris gave up on trying to conceal her crying, and let her hot tears roll down each cheek on the way to the couch. "Kris you're upsetting me, what's going on? Are you sad? Are you scared of something?" "Sort of both," she sniffed. "Look, honey, no matter what it is, I want to help, ok? Oh, come here." She opened her arms. Kris melted into a hug, sniffling into her shoulder. Kelly just held her for several minutes, rocking her gently. "Can you tell me now?" "I want to hug you while you'll still hug me back." "What does that mean?" "It means I don't want to tell you because if I do, you'll think I'm weird," she sobbed. "No, no. Kris, I love you, and nothing you're about to say is going to make me stop." She gave her a kiss on the cheek and a reassuring smile. "I promise. I'm going to stay right here until you feel like telling me what's bothering you." Gratefully, Kris laid her head back on Kelly's shoulder and enjoyed her hands rubbing soothingly across her back. That had been a reassuring thing to say, but who knew if this was beyond the scope of weirdness that Kelly had even considered. She still wanted to savor this loving acceptance for a while, in case it dissolved the instant she was stupid enough to spill her secret. Why should I even tell Kelly, anyway? It has nothing to do with her. I'll just make up something else that she'll believe. No, I can't lie to Kelly, I love her too much. Charlie's Angels: Sisterly Love Kris pulled away from the hug and wrapped her arms around her knees. "Kelly, you have to promise never to tell anybody." "Ok, I promise." "I don't know why I'm doing this, you're one of the people I'm going to wish didn't know." I'm going to regret this so much. I can't tell anybody. "Will you please tell me what you're talking about?" She hid her face in her arms and took a deep breath. In a very small voice she mumbled, "Kelly, I think I'm attracted to Jill." Instantly came the surge of terror that meant it was out and could never be taken back. "Is that it?" Kelly said after a second. "That's not so hard to understand. I mean, so am I." "But you're not her sister." "No, but still. What's bothering you about it? You can't have her?" "No, well.. I don't know. I don't want to want her but I do. I miss her..." she trailed off, sobbing quietly. If I look at her, she'll be frowning at me. She's just trying to handle me nicely. She already thinks I'm horrible, I can feel it. Kelly put her arm around her, and she raised her head up slightly and continued. "I hate that I even feel this way. It's so stupid. And now I probably lost my sister and my best friend, I don't know what you think of me now-" "Honey, no. I told you I'm here for you no matter what, didn't I?" She just kept crying and avoiding Kelly's eyes. "Kris, look at me." Very hesitantly, she did. "Nothing's changed. I still love you. It's fine." She gave Kris a kiss on the temple. Kris returned a weakly grateful smile, and threw her arms around Kelly's neck. She really means it! Oh, I love her so much... Kelly held her until her crying quieted again. "Ok, now. Why don't you go on in the other room and wash your face, it'll make you feel better. I'll make us some tea and we can sit down and talk about it, ok?" "Ok," she sniffed, wiping her cheek dry. Kris shuffled through her bedroom and into the bathroom, looking soberly into the mirror. She looked shamefully into her own eyes. Just because Kelly's ok with it doesn't mean Jill is. Gosh, look at my eyes, all ugly and puffy, how can Kelly stand me? I'm crazy. The cool water felt good to splash on her face and it helped to calm her down. Her hand groped for a towel and dried her skin. Coming back out she found Kelly dunking a tea bag. "Hey sweetie, feel better?" "A little." "Come on over here," Kelly said, pouring two mugs of tea and bringing them over to the couch. Kris sipped hers eagerly. "Now are you sure that's the only trouble?" "Yeah, why?" "Well honestly, you made such a big deal about it. I thought you were going to tell me you killed somebody or something," Kelly laughed. "You don't think it's a big deal?" "Not really. So is this just a recent thing?" "I don't think so. I mean, I think I always felt that way a little bit. But we were kids growing up, you know? I just wanted to see what she looked like. But now I'm too old for that excuse, and I don't know what to do about it. I always told myself it wasn't true, but it just sort of caught up with me." "Curiosity is innocent enough. She would understand that." "No, it's just... it's wrong, though. It's incest." "So what, you're both girls. If you were brother and sister, it wouldn't be such a good idea, but it's not like either of you could get pregnant." "I guess that's true." "And Jill likes girls, that's a lucky break for you." "Yeah, but that doesn't mean she likes me like that. Kelly, what if I tell her and she thinks I'm crazy? Even if I can't have her like that, fine, but then I'll lose what I have of her now." "Who says you're going to lose her? I can't promise that she feels the same way, but I absolutely know that no matter what happens, you won't lose her as a sister. She loves you so much, Kris. She's been worried about you. She even cried at my house the other day." "Really? What for?" "Well you've been so quiet lately, and she doesn't know what to do. She thinks you're mad at her for something." Kris sighed. "I didn't mean to make her feel bad. It's just gotten so that whenever I see her, I start thinking about this. What am I going to do?" "Well," Kelly paused. "I think you should talk to Jill about it." "I can't tell her, I just can't!" "It's going to keep bothering you until you deal with it. And look, even if it doesn't turn out, she'll still love you and you'll at least know. Not knowing is what's killing you." "Yeah," Kris said slowly. "You're right." "You know, I think she mentioned that once." "What?" "Having sex with you. Or maybe Bri brought it up. Yeah, she did." "What'd they say?" "They were joking about it, like how we have to be careful when we're all together so you don't eat somebody out and then realize it's Jill," Kelly recalled. "She laughed at that?" "Yeah," Kelly asid, finishing off her tea. "Hey, I could see if I can get her to talk about it, if you want." "Maybe. " "Ok." Kelly paused for a minute, and smiled to herself. "Bri and I have talked about it before." "You have?" "Yes. I told her sometimes when I'm alone at night, I imagine you and Jill together and it really gets the job done. She says she thinks about it too. We never told either of you, because.... well, you know." "Wow, really." "Yeah, so I'm not entirely disgusted by this whole concept," she smirked, playing with a loose curl of Kris's hair. "You're such a wonderful friend, Kelly," she smiled back. "Thanks for talking to me." "Any time, sweetheart. You want to talk some more, let me know, ok?" Kris nodded. "Actually.. where is Jill? It's really late." "She's staying at Sabrina's." "Oh. Want some company tonight?" "I'd love it." She spent the night almost at ease, cuddling her best friend who instead of hating her, loved her more than ever. Still the twinge of worry about Jill kept her from getting a very good night's sleep. The following night she slept alone, and still didn't get much rest. It was morning and Jill was home already when she woke up. Kris went up to her with no plan but a strange determination, and not even trying to put together the right words to express herself, took her sister's face in her hands and kissed her. Jill pulled back, shoving Kris away and wiping her mouth on her sleeve. "Eugh, what the hell is wrong with you?" She demanded, frowning and looking Kris up and down. Kris was frozen in horror, tears welling in her eyes. "I -" "That's sick! My own sister, I can't believe this. I'm leaving." Kris reached out desperately for her sister, but instead watched her storm out of the house, out of her life, trying to cry her name, but no sound came out. Everything spun before her as she slumped against the wall, sobbing helplessly, and she shrank and shrank... Kris jerked awake, panting and damp with sweat. Through eyes blurred with tears she saw the clock on her nightstand - 2:07. She wiped the drops clinging to her eyelashes and rolled over, curling into a ball and hugging a lump of her covers. She looked out at the moon for comfort, but instead found the silvery light it cast into her bedroom eerie and depressing. It was only a dream, she told herself. Another voice told her: that's just what will happen, and now you've had your warning. This is all wrong. Don't you dare tell her, you'll ruin everything. That voice was probably right, she thought. When I had bad dreams when I was little, Jill would always come down and give me a hug, she remembered miserably. Suddenly she felt so frightened and helpless, and above all, alone. Kris cried herself to sleep, letting the covers soak up her hot tears and muffle her sobs. Then, as if it had crept up, it was the last day of Jill's stay. She would go back to Europe and Kris would have missed her chance to say something, although maybe that would be for the best. Kris spent another boring, depressing day home alone. She finally got up after hours in front of the TV watching nothing in particular, her eyes bleary and her back sore. Briefly she considered going down the beach for a swim, but felt too blah. She ended up taking a quick, cold shower and laying in bed for a quiet masturbation session. Not that she had been particularly horny, she was just passing the time. Kris slipped a hand between her legs and started to prime her mind about sex. She filed through her mental library of everything related to sex, finally settiing on a favorite porno scene of hers. It featured a girl in bed, naked like she was right now, and there was a man standing right at the side of the bed. She put on a show masturbating for him, and he stood and watched. This man had a huge cock, and it stook straight out and throbbed visibly while she was fingering herself. Then after a couple of minutes they'd have sex, but she liked the part where he watched. Her fingers struck wet gold, and she began to rub it all over her clit. She pretended she was the girl in the movie, exaggerating her moans and tossing her head back and forth. In her imagination, the man stood by her side, watching with approval as she pleasured herself. Her hips raised off the bed, she spread her legs wide and used one hand to jam fingers up her pussy, and the other to rub her clit. She threw her head back for a porno moan. Then the man faded away and in his place was Jill. She was naked and looked like a perfect sex goddess. Kris's pussy practically became a river of juices in a second, and was fingering herself vigorously as Jill watched. She tried to change Jill back into the big man but it was no use, the dirtier she felt, the higher her sexual tension built. "Ohh Jill," the words slipped from her mouth. She hadn't meant to, but they felt so good to say. Each time she moaned her sister's name, she floated higher. "Oh, Jill yesss.." She squeezed her eyes shut tight and Jill was standing there, she opened them and she was still standing there. She was watching hungrily, sure to any moment be overcome with passion and ravish her. Kris's fingers were soaked with hot, slippery juice. Jill was wearing - "Oh my god!!" Kris shrieked and was so startled she nearly fell off the other side of the bed. Jill was really standing there! She looked up at her with wide-eyed dread, closing her legs awkwardly. "Hi Kris." Jill's voice knocked the wind out of Kris because they confirmed that her sister had really just been watching her masturbate. Oh no. I was moaning, wasn't I? I was moaning her name and she had to have heard! I'm gonna be sick... Kris wanted to crawl in a hole and die. She was trying to find the words to yell at her sister to just get out, because there was no way to fix this now. Her face felt hot and she knew it must be bright red. Now Jill's disgusted with me, she's going to run out of here, just like I knew would happen. How could I be so stupid? Her eyes started to well up with tears, making Jill's form distorted and horribly surreal. "Well what.. why are, what do you want?" Kris demanded. "I want to talk to you, honey." Jill sat down on the edge of the bed. "What?" she said, blinking hard to keep from crying. She braced herself for the worst. Oh no, it's going to be a quiet talk, I can't handle that...I wish she'd just scream at me and get it over with! "Kris," Jill took her hands, not seeming to mind her sticky fingers. She looked warmly right into her sister's fearful eyes. "I love you." Before Kris could comprehend the words, Jill leaned in and very softly kissed the corner of her mouth. Completely dumbfounded, her mouth hung open and she didn't even kiss back at all. Her heart pounded so hard, it felt like it was exploding. What just happened? Was that a sister kiss, or a love kiss? Something else? "Huh?" Kris managed. Jill smiled and folded her legs up on the bed. "Yesterday I talked to... well it doesn't matter, I'll just get to the point. I know how you feel, and it's fine. I had no idea you felt that way too." "You...? Kelly told you?" "Never mind Kelly. Is that what you've been so upset about lately?" "Well...I thought you'd hate me if you found out," Kris nodded, letting a tear spill. "I didn't want to lose my big sister." "Aww Kristy, you'd never lose me, honey. Ever." she cooed, and put her arms around her. "You're my baby sister, you know I love you." Kris was completely melted for a second. Not only from the immense relief, the warm embrace, and the love - what summed it all up was Kristy. Jill hadn't called her that since they were little kids. It meant that her big sister had found out her darkest secret and still loved her. Her worries shrank away as Jill held her close, their hearts pounding together in joy. She loves me! She loves me.. "You don't know how happy I am," Kris said, squeezing her sister tightly. "Wait. So this means you... feel like that, about me?" "Ever since you grew up, I've kind of felt that way. You're a beautiful woman, Kris." After a second she added, "considering what you looked like as a kid.." Kris shoved her and she giggled. "I almost died when I realized you were standing there." "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you. It looked so nice, I couldn't help but watch." "You don't think your little sister is gross?" "No. Remember when we used to go skinnydipping and stuff? I looked at you sometimes." "Really? I looked at you too." "Yeah, I knew you looked when you were little but that was nothing. But once you grew up, I was always getting jealous of you," Jill laughed. "Jealous? What for?" "Well.... all of a sudden, I don't know, you turned all gorgeous and got this incredible figure and everything. I said, where did she get that, and why didn't I?" "No way, you got the good stuff." "Like what?" "Like these," she said, pointing back and forth between Jill's nipples. "Mine are so lame, I always wanted them to be like yours." "I would trade you any day. You have bigger boobs, that's what counts." "Right, they're hardly any bigger, and who cares, they're boring." Jill sighed and unbuttoned her shirt. "Now look. How can you say these are even near the same size? You're crazy." "Fine, but still. I always wanted those." She looked at her sister's exposed nipples, and they hardened and lengthened before her eyes. "They look so stiff and soft," she murmured. Her lips were parted a little, trying to imagine them sealed around one of those magnificent nipples. Jill pushed her chest forward a little, bringing her right nipple closer to her sister's face. There was only an inch between them. Years of anguish and tension dissolved as Kris closed her eyes and took her sister's warm nipple into her mouth. It was so big and hard, and really something to suck on. Her tongue swirled around it. Jill's pussy began to tingle as one of her many fantasies was fulfilled, and her little sister was suckling eagerly at her breasts. She loved having her nipples played with anyway, but knowing it was her sister, her juices started to flow. Her hands were all over her Kris's breasts, feeling the full, smooth, warm curves that she envied. Then they were kissing. Their lips ground together urgently, as if to catch up on years of missed affection. They both stripped Jill's clothes off, never breaking the kiss. Their tongues wrestled in one mouth and then the other. Jill pinned her down, but Kris rolled on top and held her wrists down on the bed, pushing her tongue into her sister's mouth. Her legs were now straddling and as her position shifted a little, Kris realized her pussy was smearing in a puddle of juices on Jill's flat belly. Without even thinking, her hips began to gyrate, grinding against her. Jill felt her sister's hot sex rubbing against her skin and it drove her mad. She wriggled loose enough to get one leg free and wrap it on top of Kris's. Now her clit was pressed against Kris's leg and she started humping away. They clung tightly to each other, their lips locked together and their dripping pussies grinding desperately. Kris, having been close to orgasm before Jill even came in, was soon overwhelmed and close to the edge. I can't last any longer. Ohh fuck me, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come all over you, ohhhh, harder, it feels so good, I want you inside me, yesss, I'm so close, fuck me, fuck me Jill, I'm gonna come so hard for you, ohh, I'm coming, ohhh Jill, YES!" her thoughts turned to loud moans as she let herself burst, spilling her hot orgasmic juices onto her sister's skin. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, humping and grinding mindlessly, rubbing her engorged clit against Jill's body. Her wrenching waves of pleasure were magnified by hearing Jill's unconscious grunts of "Yes..yes..yes.." as she humped back. I just got off with my sister. It really happened. She's humping my leg right now. Right now. I want to feel her inside, I'm want to make her come for me... Kris slipped a hand down between their bodies, trailing through wet spots of pussy juice. Her fingers caressed Jill's smooth-shaven mound, and felt farther in for her stiff, hot clit and slick pussy lips. Between them was the prize - Kris's fingers found her boiling pussy and one so easily and naturally slipped in, letting Kris massage her from the inside. Part of me is inside her. She feels so smooth, so hot... she's so sexy! Still humping madly, Jill moaned as her sister started to finger her. A second slender, knowing digit filled her, curling and stretching. In seconds Jill was writhing on the bed, gasping for breath in between waves of pleasure. Her sopping pussy clenched and milked Kris's slick, hot fingers, trying to suck them deeper inside. Kris watched her sister come as she finger fucked her, as she pleasured her, as she made her feel so good she could hardly speak. The girls hugged tightly, pressing their flushed bodies together. Kris felt her sister's incredible nipples digging into her skin, like she had wished for and imagined so many times. Jill's hands held her head while they kissed sloppily, still moaning and panting for breath. Kris ran her hands down over her sister's smooth ass, leaving a shining trail and holding onto her warm cheeks while their tongues danced. "I love you so much Jill," Kris said in between long kisses, "I've been waiting" - her sister's tongue was back in her mouth for a moment- "so long for that." "Me too," Jill panted. "But I'm not done with you yet." She sucked on Jill's bottom lip for another moment. I want to taste her. "I want to taste you." "Turn around." Kris turned around on top, so that they settled into a 69. Her face was right in her sister's crotch, and she studied it like you would a beautiful and rare flower. Despite all the times this had happened in her imagination, she had never gotten a good close look at the real thing. "Jill, your pussy looks just like mine!" "Yeah, it kinda does." "I wonder if we taste the same." "I think yours tastes a lot like mine. Sometimes when Sabrina forgets, she'll kiss me right after-" "Oh, I love when that happens. I always wished I could taste you. Although, there's hardly a point to this," Jill said. Kris turned and frowned at her. "We all know I'm better at eating pussy." "Oh, are you now?" They struggled together, forcing one another's legs apart and giggling. "We'll see about that." The challenge was on, and Jill opened her mouth to lick her little sister's dripping slit. Her tongue lapped up the creamy juice coating her smooth, pink inner lips. Kris saw stars as she felt her sister's hot tongue slither up into her pussy. It was better than the thousands of times she had imagined it combined. Her nipples hardened into bullets. Kris buried her face between Jill's legs and began to eat her like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue flicked mercilessly on Jill's throbbing clit, forcing her close to another climax. Finally, after years of yearning, she had tasted her sister's pussy juice. The white fluid was very much like her own, but a little different. It was the taste version of Jill, creamy and delicious and lovely. She sucked Jill's pussy hungrily, wanting to drink and drink from between her legs. Charlie's Angels: Sisterly Love Jill realized she had made a severe underestimation. She always assumed Kris was only fair, but now she was learning that her sweet baby sister had become a professional pussy eater. Now under pressure, Jill brought out everything she had. Her lips sealed around Kris's engorged pussy lips and sucked hard, and at the same time she sank her long tongue down through them and into Kris's dripping, pink hole. She tongue fucked her sister, licking her for everything she was worth. Her tongue wriggled inside, trying to shake loose an orgasm from Kris's womb. The juice that dripped out was her new favorite taste. It reminded her of her own fluids, but sweeter. It was so typical of Kris to have sweet pussy juice, she almost laughed. Kris pulled Jill's pussy lips apart with slippery fingertips and roughly licked her opening, drinking down the juices that trickled out. It was getting harder to keep her tongue in place because by now they were both humping each other's faces. Their chins and cheeks were soaked in each other's juices, and they moaned constantly, each still determined to make the other come first. Both began to suck the other's clit, and it was as if someone had thrown a switch. A surge of electricity flowed from Kris's lips to Jill's clit, around to Jill's lips and back into Kris's clit completing the circuit. The bed squeaked loudly as they bucked and screamed, seizing up in blinding pleasure. They moaned each other's names as they shuddered in ecstasy, squeezing each other's heads between their thighs. Juices leaked from Jill's pussy, immediately lapped up and swallowed by her sister. At the same time, her pussy released a dribble of sweet fluid directly into Jill's open mouth. As they calmed down, they continued to hump and lick and suck, hoping for one more drop of nectar. A beautiful exchange had taken place, not only had they traded orgasms and fluids, but a new bond had been formed between them. No longer were they only sisters; now they were lovers too. After a moment Kris removed her pussy from her sister's face, and replaced it with her own. Their lips pressed together, opened, and allowed their tongues to slip freely together, lubricated by their pussy juices. Jill put her arms around her sister and held her tightly. Their sweaty, juicy skin smeared together as their bodies entertwined again. "I think we'll call that a draw," Kris panted. "For now." Jill smiled. "I can't believe it finally happened." "Me neither," Jill said, closing her eyes and resting her head on Kris's shoulder. "I used to dream about it so much." "You did?" "Yeah. I never said anything cause I thought it would have been creepy for you." "I couldn't believe you were watching me-" "Were you mad?" "No, scared." "Ok then, I was going to call you a dirty hypocrit if you were mad," Jill smiled. "Why?" "Because you watched me at the house a few times, when I was with boys." Kris's face went pink. "You knew?" "I have always been a detective, Kris." "I... I'm sorry, I didn't even-" "No, it's ok," Jill laughed. "The first time I realized, it freaked me out so much, but it was so exciting. Then even when you weren't watching I'd imagine you were because it was such a huge turn on." "Really? I can't believe you knew, all these years I thought I was so sneaky," Kris laughed. "Did you see me fingering myself too?" "You got off watching me? Oh boy, I wish I'd known that. I would have given the guy a fuck to remember." "I bet you did anyway. You just gave me one." "No, believe it or not, I was not a pro back then." "Oh shut up, you were always a pro. I wanted to be like you." "Well you should be happy then, because you are a pro like me." She giggled again. "What if this is wrong, Jill?" she asked after a quiet moment. "It doesn't feel wrong," she answered. "I don't care if you are my sister. I love you." "I love you too," Kris said, kissing her hair. Then her face turned very sad. "What's wrong?" "You're leaving tomorrow," Kris pouted, hugging her tigher. "No way. First thing in the morning I'm calling and cancelling everything for a week." "Really?" Kris beamed. "Yes. I have too many more fantasies that need fulfilling to leave tomorrow." "Tell me about them." "Umm. Well when you were a teenager you were the sweet little virgin, you know. Well actually you still were up until a couple of years ago. I had this fantasy where you wanted me to take your virginity." "That was my fantasy too! Ugh, why didn't we tell each other? We could have done it." "We still can." Kris smiled mischeviously. "Toys in the nightstand." "No, wait. It has to be mine. Hold on." Jill got off the bed and padded down the hall, returning a moment later with a red dildo. She held it triumphantly in one hand. "You still have that one? You've been using it since you were a teenager." "I never go anywhere without it. This is the one I used on you in my fantasies." "Jill, how many orgasms have you had with this?" "Exactly nine million, this month." Kris took her sister's hand and pulled it closer, giving the shiny red dildo a long, slow lick. "Oh gosh. I would have creamed my panties if I'd seen you do that then." "Don't let that stop you." Jill pushed the dildo between her legs, giving herself a few strokes. When she pulled it out, the red plastic glistened with her liquid and she fed it to Kris. It slipped easily into Kris's mouth, and she sucked it clean while looking into Jill's eyes. "That was another one of my fantasies! Do it again." Kris sucked on several more servings of her sister's juice. "You taste so good, Jill." "So do you. But now it's time for me to defile you," she said, easing Kris back onto the pillows. "Oh, be gentle with your little virgin sister," Kris giggled. "Don't worry sweetheart, I promise it won't hurt." She rubbed the dildo up and down her slit, sliding it in her juices. Jill loved to see the way her pussy lips opened like a sweet flower when she pushed it between them. She pressed harder, easing the head into Kris's tiny opening, marvelling at how tight it was. This would not be too unlike her first time - and after all it WAS her first time, with Jill. Jill twisted the dildo inside her sister, pushing it deeper, as if she were screwing it in. She flushed each time she heard a little sigh escape from Kris's lips. All at once, she sank it completely inside. Kris squealed in mock pain, reaching down for her sister's hand. "There Kristy, it wasn't so bad was it?" "Make it feel better Jilly," she said, squeezing her hand. "Ok sweetie." She leaned down and kissed her sister's little belly button, and started to slowly pump the dildo in and out. Her lips left a slow trail of kisses down through her mound of soft, trimmed hair, down to her sweet pussy. Jill tongued Kris's swollen clit, bathing it softly and kissing it. She watched her little sister's pussy lips wrap wetly around her beloved red dildo, gripping it as it slid out. It was exactly as in her fantasy. Kris's legs curled and her fingers slid into Jill's hair, holding her head tightly between her legs. Her eyes were closed and practically rolled back into her head in pure joy. Jill was working her pussy expertly, touching her in all the right spots. Occasionally she would look down to see if it was real, if her sister were really between her legs and making her feel so good. She even knew how to angle the dildo so that it massaged Kris's g-spot, bringing soulful moans from her lips. "Yes.. mmm, it feels so good Jill, don't stop...ohhhh!" Her whole body rippled as she came, her boiling pussy squeezed over and over, and Jill continued to thrust the dildo deep inside her the whole time. Finally she withdrew it, and put the entire length into her mouth. It was warm from her sister's body, and coated in her slippery, sweet fluid. Jill sucked it all off. Again they were resting in each other's arms. Kris turned and looked at her sister with the dreamiest expression, studying her face for a moment. "You're so beautiful, Jill." "So are you." Then Kris laughed a little. "What?" "You have pussy juice on your nose." She kissed it off. "Hey, when you talked to Kelly did you tell her that you had this in mind?" "No, I didn't really let on. I wasn't sure you'd be into it when I got home." "I should call her and let her know how it turned out. She was so nice." "Oh yeah, you should. Don't take too long though." Kris got out of bed, but Jill grabbed her wrist. "Gimme a hug first." The hug led to other things which took almost an hour. When they were through, Kris finally reached the phone and dialed. "Hello?" "Hey Kelly." "Kris! How are you? What's going on?" "I'm fantastic, thanks to you." "Jill took the news well?" "Better than well. She's felt the same way all these years. We've spent the whole day together." "Oh, that's wonderful! I'm so happy for you." "Thanks Kel, really. Listen, do you want to come over tomorrow? Bri can come too and we'll all have a little celebration," she grinned. "Sounds great. Hey, don't tell Bri though, ok? She doesn't know about any of this and she talks about it so much, I can't wait to see her face when she finds out first hand. She'll go through the roof." "Okay," Kris laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow then. I love ya, honey." "Love you too." Kris hung up the phone, and Jill came out of the hall. She was nude, and so casual and confident and beautiful. Kris ran up to her, locked her arms around her neck and kissed her lovingly. The rest of the day was spent cuddling and talking and making love all through the night. They hardly ate anything, except for some whip cream and fruit which happened to be involved. Neither bothered putting any clothes on, as it was rare to go a full hour without getting tackled by the other. Kris came out to the kitchen to get a bite to eat, but never got close to the refrigerator. She was spread on the kitchen table and given a thorough tongue bath. Later, Jill had put on the black strap on and done Kris from behind, filling her tight little pussy and ramming her deep. After she came, Jill tried to stick it in her ass but Kris stopped her. Instead, she spent 20 minutes with her face in Kris's ass, tonguing her puckered little hole and loving every little moan and sigh it caused. It didn't persuade her to let Jill fuck her ass, but she loved it. She stopped thinking and floated in the clouds the whole time. Neither Kelly or Sabrina had ever given her such a great rimming, or such a long one. To return the favor, Kris took the strap on and pounded her sister's ass, spreading her cheeks as she thrust inside. Finally she felt the fantasy come true where she was the one fucking Jill and making her feel so good. She reached around and rubbed Jill's clit at the same time, until she screamed in climax. Kris felt the hot juice dripping down her hand, and licked it off as soon as she was done. In the evening, they sat together in front of the fireplace. The night wasn't that cold, but the atmosphere was perfect for a fire. This was the longest they had gone without having sex. Kris's eyes were tired so she lay across her sister's lap, suckling on her big, soft nipples. Jill cradled her head, enjoying the gentle lapping and sucking. It didn't even feel sexual, it was just nice and safe and cozy. Jill fed her sister with a spiritual milk; a warm feeling of love and comfort. She got it in return whenever she nuzzled Kris's breasts, or shared a long, soft kiss. It had never felt this way with Kelly or Sabrina; it was still wonderful with them, but there was an extra warmth with Kris. She wasn't sure if it was because Kris was such a gentle lover, or because they grew up together, or because they shared the same blood. Whatever it was, Jill wished it would never stop. "Jill, this is so great. I feel like I'm a little girl again and I got the best toy in the world for christmas," she said quietly to her sister's nipple, her eyes still closed. "I know. I can't believe we had each other that whole time and never did anything. We lived in the same house. The same room, the same bed practically!" "I know," Kris sighed. "I used to wish our bed wasn't a bunk bed, so we could sleep closer." "Because you were afraid of the dark." "Yeah, but that was when I was little," Kris laughed. "Later on I used to listen to you finger yourself. I wished I could see it." "You heard me? More than once?" "Um, practically every night!" "I thought I was quieter than that," Jill smiled, slightly embarassed. "You were pretty quiet," Kris assured her. "Mom was always impressed that I was so good about going to bed on time. I just looked forward to hearing you every night. I'd do it at the same time so you wouldn't hear me." "Oh my gosh." "What?" "That's so hot," Jill laughed. "I wish I had known, honey. We would have had so much fun together." "What if mom and dad ever caught us." "Yeah, that would have been bad. But they fucked all the time, why shouldn't we?" "They did?" "You never heard them?" "Ew, no!" "Oh geez, they were doing it all the time. I'm surprised there are only two of us." "What if we had more sisters? Or a brother?" "Hmm. They wouldn't be as fabulous as us." Jill laughed. "What if we were only children..." "I'd miss you." "I'd be straight, and have a normal job." Kris laughed again. "You know, if Kelly and Bri are coming over tomorrow, maybe we should rest up a little," Jill said. They both burst out laughing, before laying back on the floor together...