3 comments/ 108680 views/ 1 favorites Magical Tea By: Erotica_Writings * * * * * Click Here to listen. (7.5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * Hi hon. Mmmm could I have some of your tea here in the fridge? It's magical tea? Giggles. Ok I think you been drinking too much magical beer. Mmmm this taste really, really good. So what have you been up too? Tripping on shrooms? How do you trip on shrooms? What do you mean by drinking the tea in your fridge? Hey don't be playing ok? Oh geese what is going to happen? Wow your face is strange looking right now . . . (giggles) you remind me of a troll ( Giggles) Hey why are you taking off your clothes? Look at your cock? It grows bigger and shrinks again. Do I want to lie down on your bed? Sure it might help . . . Why are you taking my clothes off? So we can fuck? Oh okay that might be fun ( giggles more) Mmmm that feels good with your cock inside of me. Does it feel good to you? Can you feel me? Can feel my lips on your big hard cock? Mmmm it tastes so heavenly. Let me sit on that raging hard cock of yours. Oh yes, yes my pussy is so tingly and wanting to ride you hard. Oh yes baby more, give it to me harder and harder. Now pinch my nipples! Oh yes, harder, pinch my nipples harder, twist them! Mmmm, mmm your making me so hot, so wet. Mmm baby my pussy feels like its going to explode! Oh yes, yes, mmm yes! Oh I see fire works on the ceiling! Mmmmm yes I am cuming! Wow that was really great and I want more. Oh yes baby lick my steaming pussy as I twist my nipples. Oh my thighs are spread so wide my legs look so long. Mmmm keep licking my dripping pussy. You want to stick your tongue deep inside of my pussy! Oh wow it feels as thick and hard as your cock. Mmmmm oh more baby more mmm yes that's it go deeper with your tongue. Oh your finger up my ass is going to make me cum! Bring me your cock so I can suck it! Mmm mmm mmmm yes oh yes. Do you like my lips around your big hard cock baby? Mmm mmm licking your cock up and down nibbling on your balls and taking its purple looking mushroom head into my mouth, rolling around and around and sucking on it harder, harder. Mmm mmm mmm I am going to cum! Mmm mmm mmm (slurping sounds) Mmm mmm drinking your hot cum mmm mmm yes mmm. Yes fuck me up my ass, I need it, I want it now. Mmmm oh yes the pain is so hot mmm. Rubbing my clit as your pump me full of your cock. Mmmm yes baby yes fuck me, that s right harder fuck me harder now fuck me with all your might. Give me that big hard throbbing cock! Now I want you to fuck my ass full of you're hot cum! Give it to me. Please! Please give it to me! I want you to take my ass and fuck me! Harder, harder feed my ass with your hot thick white cum! Mmm mmm yes oh yes that's it! Mmm mmm yes baby yes. Give it to me. Mmm mmm mmm ah ah mmm mmm yes oh my gosh you make me so horny! Harder, harder do you want to cum in my ass? Huh do you? I can't hear you. Tell me you want to cum in my ass. Louder! Scream out my name when you cum! Scream out Erotica! Now fuck me! Fuck me so hard and fast! Faster! Faster! Harder make me want it more and more! Oh yes! Tell me you want me! Don't you cum until I do! Tell me how much I turn you on! Tell me how hot I make you. Do you want me baby? Do you want to fuck my ass hard? Mmmm are you fucking me right now? Is your cock deep into my ass? Are you going to give it to me really hard? Mmm oh yes just like that! Yes! More! More! I want more! Yes! Yes! Harder baby I am almost there as I feel your big hard cock swelling and throbbing in my ass! Oh I am cuming on my fingers! Yes! Yes! Mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm Are you cuming! Cum baby cum hard in my ass! Oh yes pop that thang baby! Mmmm that was great. Mmmm want more tea? (Giggles) Magical Tea A note to readers. This story has been revised slightly from the way it was originally posted in 2007. I went through and cleaned up some grammar mistakes and streamlined the narrative. Please be aware that this story has graphic sexual content. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Peace to you, Addie Q * * * My sister Page and I were sitting together in the shade of a tall red cliff system. We were both comfortable sitting on the sand, and it was hot. It wouldn't be too much to say it was one of the most beautiful places in the world. The deserts of southern Utah are so grand and so strange; it was like visiting a hidden spot from God's deepest imagination. My sister had a tiny camp stove and as she was setting it up, she was carefully explaining what she had with her. I held it in my hand, it was just a little baggie filled with some herbs. It looked like nothing more than dried leaves. It was a gift from a very old and wise woman from the local Indian reservation, near where Page goes to college. It was a kind of Indian shamanic tea, used to attain visions. Page made the tea in a small pot. It turned the water a deep red. She calmly asked, "Okay Shelly, are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded yes. "I don't really know what to expect. The old woman said it was something magic, and very powerful. She said we would be able to see and connect with the beauty of the Great Spirit." "Is that like God?" I asked. "I don't know, but since being away from home I think that I need a new idea about God." "Don't let mom hear you say that!" It was true, Mom would be really angry. She was such a devout Mormon that it created a really oppressive life at home. It was hard for me to really understand what Page had experienced away at school. Right now, she was open to so much more than I had ever known. My life, with all the rules of my religion, left me so closed off. I could never see it until I spent time with someone outside my little world. Page was from that alluring place beyond the confines of my home and all of its oppression. The family has shunned Page since she went away to school. She was expected to just find a Mormon husband and get married and have kids. But instead she left home and went to a non-Mormon college out beyond Utah. My family, especially mom, just seemed to disown her. I had to sneak away for this camping trip. I lied to get out here with Page. I told Mom that I was going with a group from LDS church. At first she said no, but I told her it was what I wanted for my birthday. After hearing that, she relented. The thing that bothers me, and confuses me, is that Page is the most wonderful caring, loving and spiritual person I know. She inspires me, and I can't understand why Mom is so strict. It's like she doesn't care about Page. The family situation leaves me feeling sad, but right then I was elated to be with my beautiful sister. Page took a drink from her cup, and then handed it to me. I didn't hesitate, I put it to my lips and drank. It was hot and bitter. It wasn't bad, but it was like nothing I had ever tasted before. We handed the cup back and fourth between us, and within a few minutes, we drank it all. I asked, "Now what happens?" "Oh God, Shelly, I have no idea." My full name is Michelle, but Page has always called me Shelly. She's the only person who calls me that, and I love hearing it. I was following my sister to wherever this would lead. I trusted and cared for her. She had always been so kind and supportive to me. I just turned 18 years old, and there is already a lot of pressure on me at home to get married. I never feel this from Page, and there is such freedom because of that. This was our third day out in the desert. We had three more days to go. Page was a really skilled camper, and I've learned a lot from her. The desert of southern Utah is really hot during the day, and it doesn't get too cold at night, so you really don't need much gear. My sister is so concerned about weight of the backpacks that we only brought one sleeping bag. It was a thick down bag that could be opened up and it easily covered both of us. Growing up we shared a room and we would sleep in the same bed, and it was warm and wonderful, especially in the wintertime. So, both of us sleeping under one blanket was nothing unusual. For the nights so far on the camping trip, we just slept all snuggled together under the stars. It's been lovely and comfortable. We have a tent with us, but we haven't needed it. The nights in the desert can get chilly, so it was nice to snuggle again, the way we would as girls on cold winter nights. I had missed Page so much and I was excited to sleep next to her. I loved the closeness. The first night of this trip was my last day as a 15 year old. The next morning Page woke me up with a hug and told me happy birthday. Nothing in the whole world could have made me feel happier. We hiked in silence, and I was trying to be very aware of any effect from our shamanic tea. The sun was setting. The desert in this part of Utah is really beautiful, but right then it seemed almost magical. Maybe it was the tea, my perception was the everything was all mystical and sacred. Everything seemed holy in a way that I had never felt before. The sky, the rocks, the smell in the air, all of it was intensely beautiful, and so was Page. She had been very active while at school, and she looked really healthy and fit. Her legs were long and tan, her shoulders were wide and strong. Her stride was so peaceful and confident. Oh my goodness, it was so inspiring. I realized how much I missed her; she had such a confident way about her. Page only two years older than me and we look a lot alike. Once, a few years ago, a photographer at a church meeting saw us together and he asked if he could take our picture. He came to our house and we sat out in the tall grass on our farm. It was just Page and me. Later, that picture actually made the cover of the Mormon Magazine! The funny thing was, they titled the picture: "Utah Twins and Moral Purity." They got that wrong, but we really do look like twins! I always loved that picture; I just thought Page looked so beautiful. I asked, "Page, do you notice anything, from the tea?" "I don't know. Maybe?" "What are you feeling?" "I feel good, it's lovely here and I feel like I can really appreciate the glory of everything." "Like everything is beautiful?" "Yes, exactly!" "I feel that way too." Page smiled and said, "I feel a little bit strange, but it's wonderful." I said, "It's like I can feel God's love everywhere, it's radiating from everything, from everywhere." Page said, "You feel that?" "Yes, everything is filled with love. I can feel it." We hiked up this long ridge though a very strange area of weird rock formations. It seemed almost haunted, but there was no fear in me. The travel was so mysterious, it seemed like we were leaving someplace, like walking forward meant walking away from everything else. Page was in front of me, leading. I was so content to follow her; just to let her take me wherever she needed me to go. Everything around us was this breathtaking orange rock. We were on some sort of vast plateau. It was calm and hot. The silence was fantastic. The colors and the smells were so vivid. Everything was alive, I felt like I was safe in God's embrace; it was astounding. Was it the tea? Was it making me feel like this? I told my sister, "I feel so strange." Page replied, "I know, this is really intense, but at the same time, everything is just beautiful." I said, "Yes but, maybe it's too intense..." Page looked at me and said, "Shelly, your face..." "What is it?" "Are you crying?" It took me a second to realize it, but yes, I was. Everything was just so unbelievably glorious, it was making me all emotional. It must have been from the tea. It was so powerful that I was crying. I stammered, "I think - it's - it's because I am so happy." Page smiled and said, "Really?" "Yes, I feel so intensely happy right now." Page said, "Your mascara, is all smeared from your tears." Just hearing Page say that made me feel a little angry, "I don't know why I put it on, Mom is so strict, and she makes me wear it. Everyday." "But Shelly, why? You are so pretty, you don't need it, I'm going to wipe it off, okay?" Page took a bandana and started to gently rub it against my cheek. Her touch was tender and soft. She smiled as she liberated me from something I felt I never wanted ever again. She said, "There, that's better. I am so glad to be away from Mom and every horrible thing she stands for." "What do you mean?" Page carefully took her hanky and rubbed the stain from my other cheek. "Shelly, you don't need mascara to make you pretty, you are perfect and beautiful. Nobody should tell you what you should do. Especially Mom. She is so stuck in that awful church." The things she was saying should have been blasphemous. But right then, it sounded so true. The tea had opened my mind and my soul. I saw so clearly how, I had been living a lie. Page was so open and free, and it was wonderful just being so close to her. "Page, thank you, this means so much to me, nobody in our little town would ever say what you just said." My sister smiled and said, "Shelly, I've missed you." "I've missed you too." I looked at my beautiful sister as she stood in front of me. She was so defiant, and I loved her for it. I told her, "If Mom could see you, she would be so outraged." "Why?" "Page, it's so obvious, you don't have a bra on." My sister has such lovely small breasts and it was easy to see her nipples under her t-shirt. She smiled and said, "Well, you can tell Mom I don't have any panties on either." "Oh my goodness, Page, I wish I had your nerve!" In a very serious tone she asked, "Really? You do?" I nodded yes. We stood there on that amazing flat plateau, like we were on the top of the world. We just looked at each other as the wind picked up. Then Page took a little penknife out of her pocket. She opened it up so it's tiny blade glinting in the sun. Page calmly said, "Take off your backpack." And I did. Then Page said, "Turn around." And I did that too. I was just astonished; it was like her confidence had hypnotized me. What happened next was absolutely life altering. From behind, Page lifted my white t-shirt up to my shoulders and put her fingers on my bra straps. Then I felt her cut them, and then she carefully pulled my bra off. I looked over my shoulder at her, and she handed me my bra, now useless with all the straps cut. She let the t-shirt fall back down, and with my back still toward her, she pulled my nylon shorts down to my knees, so she could see my panties. "Page? What are you doing?" She didn't reply, but far off in the distance, there was a flash of lightning. I said, "Page?" "Shhhh, hold still." And I held still. My sister put her hand in my panties near my hip and carefully cut through the fabric with her little knife. Then she did the same thing at the other hip. Then we heard the low rumble of the thunder. My panties just seemed to fall away, and she pulled at them, and handed these to me too. She reached down, and she could obviously see my bare bottom, and she lifted my shorts back up, calmly and deliberately, like a mother helping her child get dressed. When I turned to face her, she smiled and said, "There, I granted you your wish." Then she hiked away. It's hard to describe what I was feeling. It was the most powerful and liberating experience I had ever known. I looked at the bra and panties in my hand. They were now cut and worthless. I dropped them, I didn't need or want them anymore. The wind picked up, and I let the underwear float away in the in the dust and smooth rocks. They were useless to me now. I was somehow unshackled and free. I watched the white fabric skip along the sandstone and eventually disappear. I turned to follow my sister, who was walking away from me. Beyond her there was a storm building on the horizon. It was dramatic and inspiring. I ran to catch up with my sister and my breasts jiggled with each step. I felt glorious. We hiked in silence. Dark clouds crept in above us and it began to rain. The feeling of the tea in my head and my breasts without a bra, and the landscape and my sister. It was like some heavenly dream. We were getting wet, but it felt so natural. I followed my sister right up to the edge of a wide river. The rain was falling harder, and we both looked at the slow moving water. Page said, "According to the map, we need to be on the other side. If it rains like this for too long the river will rise and we won't be able to cross. We should get over there now, okay?" "Okay." "Before we do this, how do you feel?" "I feel good." Page looked right at me and said, "I mean, I'm a little bit worried about you. The tea didn't make you dizzy or anything, " "Oh no, I feel very aware." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I feel wonderful. It's like the tea makes me see everything in a more intense clarity." She smiled and said, "I feel that way too!" "Tell me what to do." Then she said, "We're already totally wet, so I'm just going to leave my clothes on." With that, Page stepped into the water. She worked her way across, and it got deeper. She took off her backpack and held it above her head and moved into deeper water. I watched in amazement as she stepped forward into deeper water, and she actually fully submerged herself and for just a moment, it was just her backpack and her hands above the water line. Then she walked into shallower zone and then she stepped onto the bank on the other side. She looked across the river to me and shouted, "It's easy!" Then I did the same thing. I am just a tiny bit shorter and for the brief moment I needed to let myself step completely under water, it was like being embraced by nature, like being washed clean of everything bad, and filled with something from God. It was glorious. Page looked at me as I got out. She was radiant and joyous. She laughed and said, "Wow Shelly! I think maybe it was the tea, but that felt wonderful!" I stammered, "I feel it too. I really feel it." He wet t-shirt was now tight against her body. Her nylon shorts were clinging to her body. I could clearly see her wet form. My senses were so alive. Even her hair was pressed tight against her head and neck. It was if I was seeing her, the real person, the hidden self was gone and what emerged was beautiful and alive. She smiled at me and said, "Oh God, I feel wonderful." I did too, I was awash in love. My sister was the most amazing vision I had ever seen. The water was cold and her nipples stood out hard under her wet t-shirt. I was happy to stare, the tea had freed something in me. My sister was looking at me with a wide eyed expression of awe. Then I looked down at myself. My nipples were hard too. My nylon shorts were so thin, and the wetness made it easy to see my pubic hair pressed against the fabric. I normally would have felt embarrassed, but right then I felt proud of myself. There was a strange moment where we just stared at each other by the edge of the river in the rain. Page finally said, "Oh my God Shelly, you look so beautiful. You should never wear a bra, not ever again." When she said that, I don't know why, but I shuddered. She was telling me that my hard nipples were beautiful. Page said, "Lets move, we should find a campsite, we're gonna get cold." The rain was suddenly much harder, and there was a sense of urgency. I was getting cold, and I thought Page was feeling it too. Plus, it was starting to get dark. We hiked up a small hill well above the river, and Page pointed to a flat spot near some trees. She explained we needed a safe spot if the river flooded over its banks. "This'll be perfect," she said in a surprisingly calm voice. The tent was tricky to set up in the rain and the darkness. We had only slept out under the stars so far on this trip, so the tent was something totally new to me. I wanted to help but Page was pretty much doing everything. I felt like I was completely dependent on her. At this point I was cold and shivering. My sister skillfully guided me on how to help with the fabric and the poles. It took a few minutes, but a little dome shape emerged from the nylon. Page adjusted a few things and the tent was all set up. I was surprised a how small it seemed. It had a main area inside that was just barely big enough for the two of us and it had a small covered vestibule. Page said, "You should get in first. It's too small in there for both of us right away." I said, "Okay." Then Page said, "Your clothes are all wet, just take them off and leave them in the vestibule area." "Okay." I took off my shoes and socks and stood on the wet grass. Then it struck me, that all I was wearing was my t-shirt and running shorts. "Page, you know I'm not wearing a bra or panties right now. What should I do?" "You'll have to just take everything off and get in. If you have any wet clothing on, you'll never get warm." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm gonna do the same thing." "Okay." "Good, please hurry, I'll get in after you." "Okay," I said. As fast as I could lifted my t-shirt over my head and pulled my shorts off. Then, for a brief moment, I was standing naked in the cold rain and the icy breeze. There was something so exciting about it, something that felt gratifying. I was feeling defiant against everything our mother had tried to make of us. "Please hurry, we need to get warm," Page said. Before I could even think, I was in the tent, on the nylon floor. The sound of the heavy rain was loud when I got inside. My clothes were sopping, and I just left dropped in a little ball under the vestibule. There was something so dark and safe about being inside the tent. The red fabric seemed to create a magic feeling of security. Page got undressed even faster than I did. I watched from my seated position in the tent. She stood out side the tent door, naked and wet. There was such urgency in the way she moved. I could see her through the low tent door from her belly button on down and even though it was getting dark I could see she was naked. She stayed outside in the pouring rain for just a little longer. Something seemed strange. She was busy with our gear and it took me a moment to figure it out why it seemed so strange. My sister didn't have any pubic hair. I didn't know what this meant. I had hair, it was thin but Page was older, and she didn't have any. I had seen her naked before but I guess it must have been a long time ago, when we were a lot younger. Right at that moment, Page was all business and she handed in some gear in a big red stuff sack, "Here, everything in this bag is dry." I took it and pushed it in a corner. Then Page handed me both of our sleeping bags, each in a waterproof sack. She handed me a few other items, all in little stuff sacks. All of this gear was making the inside of the tiny tent feel crowded. Page said, "I think that's everything, I'll leave the packs out here, they have plastic bags inside, so everything will be fine." I said, "Okay." "I'm coming in." I moved over and tried to give her some room. It was getting dark outside and everything in the tent was a deep red. "I don't want either of us to get too cold," Page announced, and then she zipped the tent door closed. It was suddenly so dark it was hard to see anything. She said, "This tent is tiny, I think our body heat should warm it up a little." Magical Tea We were both wet, naked and sort of buzzing from the tea. We ended up giggling and bumping into each other. Page said, "Let's roll these sleeping pads out." So, for the next few minutes we squirmed around in the dark, my wet skin was constantly touching Page. It was really funny and we both seemed aware at how goofy this all seemed. Little by little, we helped each other and managed to lie out both the inflatable sleeping pads. Page knew that I needed help with even the simplest camping chores and she was really patient and helpful. It was so dark that it was a really awkward trying to get it all done. We blew both of them up and set them down under us. It felt so much better; to sit on the dry pad, rather than the floor of the tent. The softness really helped. Page asked, "Are you still cold?" "Not too bad," I answered. "I have a flashlight in here, and a little towel too." She spoke as she rummaged around in the dark, searching each little bag. I felt so strange; Page and I were both completely naked in this tiny little tent. It was so dark that I could barely see anything, and I could feel her skin bumping into me as she searched around. "Can I do anything?" I asked. "No, don't worry, it's in the tent somewhere." I said, "That was fun when we crossed the river." Page rummaged around and replied, "It was great. I just loved knowing that we couldn't get any wetter!" "I like this tent, it's really cute." She giggled, "It is cute isn't it." "It's so tiny." "It sure is, but I'm glad we brought it." "So am I." "I can't find the flashlight. Did I check everything?" "No, I can feel that there's another bag near me, here in this corner." "Good," and Page moved in and got right next to me. She seemed oblivious that her naked body was rubbing against me. Maybe it was because I was still cold, but I suddenly felt insecure and nervous, but she seemed peaceful as she moved and talked. "Yes, I think it's in here," Page said as she found the little stuff sack. She moved back and sat in front of me. Because we were so confined there was no place except right up close to me. I was sitting Indian style, and Page was sitting right across from me, and even though it was dark I knew she was sitting cross-legged Indian style too. "I hope I can find the flashlight." Page said. I mumbled, "This is so weird." Then Page said, "Oooh, I found my comb, I can feel that." She moved a little and our knees touched. We sat like this as Page felt through the bag of stuff. Page said, "I found the little towel." "I feel so weird, in the dark like this, it's just so, I don't know, so mysterious." Page said, "I know. The tea is playing tricks on my eyes." I laughed, "Page, that's because it's dark!" "I know, but it's really weird and red in here." She was right, it was weird. The color was so intense and the noise of the rain was loud. Drinking the tea had a spooky effect on our perception. The color was just so rich, and Page was close to me. It felt like we were both just souls floating in some dark red cloud. Then she said, "I found it!" Suddenly the light was on, and I was blinded by its electric intensity. The red color was so vibrant. Even before my eyes adjusted, I was shocked to realize that Page was sitting right across from me, totally naked, with her knees spread wide. And so was I. "Oh NO! Page, turn it off!" She could hear the fear in my voice, and she snapped it off. It was inky and dark again, like we were underwater. The image of Page was just burned into my vision. She was naked with her knees spread wide in that seated pose. I could see the smooth hairless image from between her legs and somehow glistening from the wet rain. I didn't understand what was happening. My deep impression was of absolute and perfect beauty, her wet skin and her wonderful body and her legs so wide apart. I was seeing it right in front of me and for some reason it made my heart pound. The exquisite beauty of everything was just overwhelming. It was so intense that it was scary. We sat still for a moment, listening to the droning noise of the rain on the fabric of the tent. My eyes seemed sort of shocked by that moment with the light on, and they worked to adjust to the darkness. The interior of the tent was almost throbbing the pale evening light just barely let me see anything. My sister, just inches in front of me was just a silhouette in the dark. "Page, this is too much, I mean, we're both naked and - and..." "It's okay Shelly." "Yeah, but it's just so..." Page interrupted, "Shhhh, it's okay, really." "I'm worried." There was a little pause and then Page asked, "Can I comb your hair, like I used to do." "Really?" She spoke with a loving calm, "Yeah, I have my comb in my hand. It was in the pouch with the lamp." I gasped out, "Yes, Page! Please!" In the darkness of the tent I leaned in toward Page and she gently touched my head. Then, she carefully took the comb and ran it through my wet hair. I immediately felt better. "Oh my goodness, Page, this feels so wonderful!" "Shelly, do you remember how we used to do this in our room as girls?" "Yes, I always loved it so much." "So did I." She combed my long straight hair, down in front of my face. She was slow and smooth with each long stroke, it felt so wonderful. Page calmly spoke, "I remember we would do it in our room, at night, in the bed together, in the dark, just like this." "I remember." The sensation of the comb in my hair and Page's gentle movements made me feel so content and peaceful. The sensation was so tender and amazingly loving. Page asked, "Does this feel okay?" "Yes, Page, it's magical." The feeling of the comb sent little tingles across my whole body. My sensitivity to touch was so amplified from the tea. I shivered a little from the intensity. Page asked, "Are you cold?" "No, It's you and the combing. I'm all tingly and it's nice." Page said, "I feel a little cold." I asked, "Do you have that towel?" "Yeah, it's right here." Page handed it to me. The towel wasn't much, it was just a little bigger than a dishcloth. It felt clean and dry. I asked, "Can I dry you off?" "Okay, should I stop combing your hair?" "No! Please, no. It feels so wonderful." We were both sitting Indian style, our knees were touching. I held the little towel in my hand, and reached out and touched my sister's leg. I gently let the fabric glide across her damp skin. I wiped her knee to her ankle, on both legs. She kept on combing, in smooth steady strokes. There was a calm and delicious rhythm to her motions. My hand with the little towel seemed to match that rhythmic motion. Long gentle strokes. Page said, "I'm so glad you said yes when I asked you to come out camping with me." I carefully wiped her thighs. They felt so strong and so healthy. It seems weird, but she just felt so alive. I giggled and said, "I need to spend more time with you, I think you're a good influence on me." Then Page whispered, "It's because I love you so much." We stayed silent as she combed my hair and I dried her smooth skin. Slowly, the motions seemed to merge, like we were doing a graceful dance in the darkness of the tiny tent. I continued drying with the little towel and I move my motions up her thigh. I didn't want to touch her between her legs. I mean, it was dark and I didn't want to do anything awkward. But at the same time, I felt like that would have been impossible to do anything wrong; right then it felt like we were just so connected. We had both just seen each other in that electric moment when the flashlight was on. I saw her, I mean, sitting right in front of me Indian style. I could see right between her legs. I know she had seen me too. I had to try and visualize as best as I could in the dark where I was putting my hand. I carefully dabbed the little towel around the area of her, well, between her legs, being careful not to press too hard. I was especially gently. The tea seemed to create such a heightened sense of emotion and knowing that Page didn't have any pubic hair just made everything even more serious. I moved very slow and deliberately. I used the little towel and dried her tummy and her hips. I was cautious, my hands moved so smooth and slow. We were both silent. I said, "Lets switch, I wanna comb your hair." "Okay." I took the comb and handed her the little towel. I reached forward and found her head and I set the comb in place and I drew it through her damp hair. Our knees were pressing against each other and I could feel Page's hands as she gently let the towel move along my legs. Page asked, "Are you still ticklish?" "A little, I think." "I remember how incredibly ticklish you used to be." "It made me crazy, you used to make me wet my pajamas!" Page giggled, "It was cute..." I could feel the towel running along my inner thigh. She said, "I'll be very gentle." We were silent. Page began to pat and dab, very slowly, with the soft towel near my, well, between my legs. I was shocked at how wonderful it felt. I stopped combing. Page's touch was so delicate and she moved in directly against my pubic hair. She was slow and gentle patting, in a circle, in the dark. The damp towel was like a warm glowing energy between my legs. Then Page moved and rubbed my tummy with the towel. I started to comb her hair again. Page said, "Here, let me dry your back." She reached around behind me. It meant we had to lean in toward each other, the way we were sitting with our knees touching. I stopped combing and she rubbed the towel all along my back. I kind of shivered from the sensation. I said, "This feels great." She leaned in so her forehead was setting snug against my shoulder. I could hear her breathing up next to my ear. Page whispered, "Your hair smells so good." "It does? I haven't shampooed in a few days." "It's sage. We've been camping in the dust and the sand and it made your hair smell like sagebrush!" I put my nose into her hair and took a slow deep breath, and it was so delicious. She was right. It smelled like sage. I said, "This smells better than any shampoo ever could." We just let ourselves sit there, our noses deep in the others damp hair, all smooth from the combing. Page had her hands around my back and she rubbed with the towel. We were naked and it felt so heartwarming. The delicate sage smell was like an intoxicating perfume. My sister's tender touch was swallowing me into a deep pool of beauty. I was just awash in such an enormous feeling of love. It was an emotional blossoming of my soul. Then Page moved a little and whispered, "Hold still." I held myself motionless. She put her face right up to mine and let her eyelashes flutter against my nose. I instantly giggled and said, "Butterfly kisses!" "We used to do this all the time, remember!" I said, "Let me do it to you." I blinked the way I had as a little girl. I eagerly tickled my sister's face all over. Page said, "This is so cute. I forgot how much I love this! "I loved it too." We both laughed. The love I felt for Page was boundless. Then Page slid the towel down my back toward my bottom. Feeling her touching me down there was so satisfying. I let out a mournful little "Ohhh..." 
Page heard the emotion in my voice and stopped with the towel. She asked, "Shelly? What?"

"It's my - It's just my bottom."

"What is it, you sound sad?"

"It's just that - I mean - I feel so ashamed about my bottom."

"Shelly - No, don't say that."

"It's just so big."

Page said, "No it's not."

And she put the towel against it and rubbed all over it.

She said, "It's not big, it feels pretty."

I said, "Mom is so worried about me finding a husband, she's been telling me I should loose weight."

Page interrupted, "Oh no, that's terrible, you're totally perfect!"

"It makes me feel awful. She says my bottom is too big to ever get a husband."

Page continued to rub with the towel, all over my bottom.

Then she said, "Oh no, don't listen to her, it's totally wrong of her to say something so mean."
 "I know." "Y'know, it's funny you still call it your bottom. I mean, you are eighteen now, and that's old enough to call it your ass, or at least your butt." "I know that too." "Don't worry, I love hearing you say bottom. It's cute." 
"Well, whatever I say, it's so big" There was some sort of gloomy emotion in my voice. It felt like the tea was amplifying my feelings, even my sad ones.

"Please don't say that."

"But."

"Shelly - NO!" Page stated firmly, "It's beautiful. It is really and truly beautiful."
 Oh my God, she sounded so certain. 
"But Page, it's just so."

She interrupted me again, "No, please don't say anything more. Listen, I have been with you for three days now, and all you've worn are your cute shorts. Remember, I've hiked right behind you and I love being able to see your beautiful bottom."

"Really?"

Page let go of the towel and put both hands on my bottom, and gently caressed it with her hands. We were still sitting Indian style, knee to knee, so it felt almost like an embrace as she reached around behind me.

She said, "Yes really. It's so perfect and so smooth and adorable."

"Page, are you saying this just to make me feel better?"

"No, I really and truly mean it."

There was a long pause. My sister's hands continued to gently caress my bottom.

Page then said, "I love your beautiful bottom so much, I want to tickle it with little butterfly kisses!"

It was such a weird thing for Page to say, but it sounded so sweet and so honest.

I giggled and said, "You would do that, for me?"

Page said, "Yes, I used to love sharing little Butterfly kisses with you when we were little!"

"I loved it too."

Then she whispered, "And I love your bottom."

Everything was so dream like and strange. I felt like so many of my fears and restrictions were washing away. I had always felt so ashamed of my bottom and now Page was telling me that I shouldn't feel that way. I just loved her for saying that. 

I was letting myself believe it, to really believe it. "Thank you, it helps me so much to hear you say that."

"Shelly, is it okay? Can I?"

"What?"

She eagerly asked, "Can I make little butterfly kisses on your bottom?"

"What? Are you serious?"
 "Oh God, yes." "I don't know." 
"Please Shelly, let me do it, it'll be nice."

My sister sounded so thoughtful and kind. Her kind words just seemed to dissolve all my worries.

I shifted from my sitting position and that was tricky to do in the tiny tent. I was really self conscious about both of us being naked. It was dark, so I moved slowly and I lay myself down on the sleeping pads. I had the soft down sleeping bag under my tummy as I melted into the softness of everything.

Then Page moved and sat on the sleeping pad down near my legs. She was so cautious and gentle that I felt completely at peace. I had to spread my legs a little and I could feel her as she moved into a sitting position in between my knees.

Page giggled, "Shelly, it's just so dark, I'm not really sure where your bottom is."
 I could feel that she was cautiously moving around behind me. I wasn't sure what to think, but I waited anxiously. Then I felt it, the tiny tickle sensation of Page's fluttering eyelashes on my bottom. Oh God, it was electric. I don't know if it was the tea or just the emotional closeness, but it was like I was awash in sympathetic shivers.

"Shelly, you smell nice."

"I do?"

"Yes, you smell like the river. You smell clean."

Page just kept doing it, that delicate little blinking, right against my naked bottom. It went on and on and on. I was joyous. It was strange and at the same time really gratifying. My sister was being so genuine and I could tell she was really and truly happy.

I nervously said, "Page, feels really weird, I mean, it's nice, but it's just so funny that you're actually doing this to me."

Page giggled and said, "I wanted to do this. I like it."

"I can tell!"

Then she put her hands on my bottom, on each side near my hips.

Page whispered, "Oh Shelly, it's so smooth." 

"This is really nice. I can't believe how good this feels." 

Page just let out a contented, "Mmmmmm."

I just laid there quiet and still. My sister's soft hands felt so wonderful as she gently caressed my bottom. It was almost as if she was sending emotions through her fingertips, I could feel a beautiful sensation of love.

Then she whispered, "I want to see."

"What?

"I want to see. I want to turn the flashlight on."

I nervously stammered, "You do? But - I - I don't know if - if you should." 

"Oh please, let me turn the light on, please. I know it must be so pretty, I really want to see."
 "But Page." 
She whined, "Pleeeeeease?"

"I don't know, I mean, it's just..."

"Shelly," she interrupted. "I've been totally honest when I told you how much I love your bottom. I'm not kidding."

"But."

Page went on, "Please listen to me, I love your bottom. Really I love it. I love your smooth, soft, perfect and beautiful bottom. I pulled your shorts down today, remember? I got to see it, just for a second and it was so cute. So please let me do this, I'm begging you, please."

"But."

With desperation in her voice, she said, "Shelly please, I have to do this."

After a long pause, I quietly answered, "Okay."

Page reached into the corner of the tent near my head, and I don't know how she found it so quickly. She just seemed to grab the flashlight in the dark.

With out any hesitation, there was a little click, and the tent was all lit up.

The way I was laying on my tummy, my face was looking over to the side, right up near the tent fabric. The color red was rich and vibrant. All I could perceive was just a warm thick red glow. 

There was a pocket sewn into the side of the tent and Page put the flashlight in it so it pointed up away from us, up toward the ceiling. The effect was so subtle and the inside of the red tent was lit with a soft warm glow.

And then Page said, "Shelly, oh my God."

I asked, "What?"

"What you are doing is so wonderful."

"What? Tell me."

"You're kind of pumping your hips. Its really beautiful."

It took me a second to realize what she was saying, but it was true. I was kind of unconsciously rubbing myself, my groin, against the sleeping pad.

I whispered, "I don't understand what's happening."

Page said, "It's okay. I like it, I don't want you to stop."

I tried to understand what I was doing. The little humping motion felt unconscious. At the same time it somehow seemed honest and perfect.

I asked, "Why is my bottom doing that?"

"Maybe it's from the tea. I know it's making me feel really emotional."

"I can't help doing this, it's feels funny."

"Shelly, what you're doing looks really cute."

For the next five minutes Page told me over and over (and over!) how pretty she thought my bottom was. Her words were like magical medicine, and she was curing me of all my fears and insecurities. Hearing her, and the honesty in her voice, just sent me to a heavenly place. I just allowed my hips to pump and move with that deep natural rhythm. I let it happen. I enjoyed it. The effects of the tea just made everything so much more inspiring. It's hard to explain, but it felt like God was finally letting me know who I really was. I was beautiful, just exactly like Page has been telling me. She wasn't touching me but I knew she was looking at my bottom. Her words were so loving and honest. After a while she drifted off into silence but I could tell she was staring at me. I whispered, "Oh Page, thank you. It feels so good to hear you say all those nice things about, well, about my bottom, about me, about something that I worry about." Magical Tea "Shelly, right now I'm just completely filled with love." I was too. On a deep and almost spiritual level I was overflowing with love. Something had happened, the tea had released something in me. Everything was so beautiful, and my love for Page was totally overwhelming. The whole world was perfect and wonderful in a way that is almost impossible to explain. Then Page said, "Something has happened, something in me has changed." Then I felt my sister's hands on my bottom, they were warm and gentle. All I could do was let out a satisfied, "Mmmmmmm!" The sensation of Page's hands were so careful and tender upon my bottom. It made me feel like I was melting. She was silent and focused as she lovingly caressed and massaged my bottom. It was like she was sending kindness right through her fingertips. I could feel it, it was real. "Thank you Page - I love this." I was so peaceful, and with Page's help, I felt like I finally loved my own bottom. I was happy about it. I knew what Page said about it being beautiful was true, I could feel her honesty. Then I felt something that I didn't expect. Page wasn't rubbing anymore. She was holding my soft bottom open. She was spreading the two parts of my bottom apart with both her hands. She was frozen and I knew she was looking in between my butt cheeks. Page whispered, "Oh God." "What is it?" I asked. I was afraid to move. "Shelly, it's - it's..." "What?" Now I felt scared, what was happening? Page paused for a long time before she spoke. We were both so still, with her hands holding my butt cheeks apart. "Shelly, I can see your little bum-hole. It's pretty. It's tiny and it's pink." "It is?" "Oh my God, Shelly, it's so cute." "Really?" My sister giggled as she said, "Yes! It's cute!" For some reason, I was relived, it was like hearing joyful news. It was a wonderful feeling, and I felt myself smile. My heart was soaring. She said, "Oh Shelly, your bottom is beautiful, but your little bum-hole, I didn't know anything could be so pretty." I loved hearing her say such wonderful things. The feelings in me were singing with joy. Then she described it, "It's so tiny, and everything around it is all smooth. It's a really pale shade pink. You are still wet from the river and the rain, so it's almost sparkling from the light. It's somehow, perfect, like it's angelic. It's beautiful." Page sounded like she was feeling the same thing, it was like our spirits were connected. I listened while she made a sort of cooing noise as she gently held the cheeks of my bum apart. It was so endearing knowing that she was looking directly at my anus. It made me fee so comforted. I gently arched my back a little bit upward so she could see better. "Shelly, I'm looking at your pussy too." Oh god, my heart was suddenly racing. My sister said the word pussy, that was something she NEVER would have said when she lived at home. I didn't know what was happening, but I arched my bottom up even more, so she could see better. She spoke in a shaky emotional whisper, "Your pussy - it's pink - just like your bum hole. It's all wet from the rain. It looks so lovely and pure." I said, "It does?" I was astonished. In our house talking or even thinking about my sexuality was absolutely forbidden. It was so exciting to hear my sister say 'pussy' with such love in her voice. Then, I felt it. Page was kissing my bottom, with her lips! Sweet little tender kisses, soft and kind. I felt like my whole soul was on overload. My sister wouldn't stop. She was squeezing my bottom with her hands, and kissing my bottom, all over, with wet little kisses. Some kind of crazy happiness was just washing over me. Then, she spread my cheeks wide and I heard her say, "The river water, and the rain, I can taste it on my lips, it's delicious." From that point on, each little kiss was easing in toward the center of my bottom. Slowly, one after another, she was easing her way closer to my anus. Then I felt a softest, gentlest, most loving kiss imaginable, right on my little bum-hole. I shuddered, and flinched. I started was squirming. The emotions unleashed seemed too strong. Too powerful. I was scared and at the same time I was moving on some unconscious level. It felt wonderful, but it was too much. I felt my sister spread my butt cheeks a little wider and then I felt her wet tongue licking me, licking directly against my anus! I wanted her to stop, but it felt SO good. The sensations were so forbidden and so perverse, I didn't understand what I was feeling. Oh God, I could hear wet licking sounds. My sister was whimpering with a kind of crazed enthusiasm. I felt her tongue licking up and down in along the crack of my bottom. It felt so warm. Then she would press it really hard against my bum hole. I loved how it felt but I was overwhelmed by such insane emotions. I somehow moved and squirmed around, I wasn't on my tummy anymore, I had my hands on my sister. I was breathing hard. Then I gasped, "Page - Oh God - please - I need - I need." "What?" asked Page. I took a deep breath, and tried to collect myself. Then I said, "Page, this is too much, please, just lie down next to me. Okay?" Then almost instantly we were both under the sleeping bag. We were clinging to each other in an emotional embrace. This snuggling pose was exactly the way we slept together on cold winter night so long ago. I squeezed Page and whispered, "What's happening?" Page could tell I was totally shocked at what she had just done. She tried to sooth me, "Shelly, I love you. I feel like, right now, I see things differently. Everything is so beautiful. Especially you." "I feel so strange." She asked, "Is it bad? Or scary?" "I don't know, it's really nice." When she spoke it was warm and kind, "That's good, I don't want you to feel anything that's not beautiful." "Okay." "I don't want you to feel worried or bad about anything." "Page, the way you just kissed me, it was just too intense." She replied with such sincerity, "I loved it. I couldn't help what I did. I just feel this deep love inside me and I needed to kiss you like that." I thought for a moment before whispering, "I don't understand what I'm feeling." Page knew this was confusing for me. She whispered in a soothing way, "Lets just concentrate on how nice it is to be all snuggled together, okay?" "Okay." It was so true, the closeness and the warmth was magical. The sensation of our naked bodies hugging each other so tightly under the sleeping bag was consoling and beautiful. Page asked, "Doesn't this feel nice?" "Yes." "I have been really worried abut you since I've been away at school, and holding you like this makes all that melt away." Hearing Page speak with such kindness and feeling her arms around me was so inspiring. The things I was feeling were overwhelming me. I was till focused on the sensations when Page was kissing and licking my little bum-hole! Oh God, it was just too powerful. I couldn't handle it. Everything was kind of spinning out of control. So I started to talk, I just kind of babbled. About our time in the dessert and how weird that everything had been since we drank that tea. Page said, "That tea helped me. I feel like I'm in a different higher place." I felt the same way, transported, but I wanted to talk about superficial things, about nothing, I wanted to deny what I was feeling. I wanted to stay silent to avoid what was happening, but instead, without knowing why, I asked, "Page, why don't you have any pubic hair?" There was a pause, and Page giggled and said, "I shaved it off." I was shocked, I had never heard of anything like that. My little religious town and my strict family was so sheltering. I was electrified to hear my sister say something so bold. I asked, "What? Why? I don't understand?" Page answered me. She told a long story about how her roommate at the college dorm had done it, shaved her own pubic hair. Page's roommate had a boyfriend and he had begged her to shave herself. Page said it was thrilling to hear her roommate explain about how smooth it felt, so she did it to herself. All I could say in response was, "Oh my goodness." Page whispered, "I like it, it feels nice." Then I blurted out, "But, what if Mom finds out?" Page replied, "I don't care about Mom anymore. She was wrong to try and control our lives." I absolutely LOVED hearing her say that, it made me so proud of her. Then she calmly said, "Shelly, I've fucked some boys at school." I was stunned. All I could do was stammer, "What? You - really - did that?" She said, "I loved doing it, it was amazing." "Oh God. That - that - is so - I don't know - I didn't know." "I let a few boys take me back to their dorm rooms. What we did was so wonderful. Oh God, getting fucked by a boy is totally mind-blowing."
 I had never heard my sister say anything like that. She went on in a sort of lost whisper, like she was talking to herself, "This one time, when I came, I sort of squirted at the same time. It was like I was peeing. I ended up soaking the boy I was with." I couldn't say anything, I think my sister realized how shocked I was at what she just told me. We were both silent for a little while, and then she said, "I'm sorry Shelly. I mean, if what I just said was too much, I'm sorry. But I really needed to tell you." I stayed still and tried to make sense out of what she just said. I didn't understand what she meant. She peed on a boy? She squirted on him? Oh my god, that seemed crazy to even think about. Page said, "I hope it was okay that I said what I said. You are my little sister, and I really needed to share that with you." I didn't know what to say, all I could do was let out a weak little, "Thank you." We were quiet for a little while and then Page whispered, "Shelly, can I tell you something?" "Okay." "When you got out of the water, after we crossed the river, seeing you all wet, without a bra, I think you have such beautiful and perfect breasts, it was so wonderful. I was so happy for you." I cautiously replied, "Really?" "Oh God yes. Your nipples were so hard. You looked amazing." Page and I had always been so close, but hearing her say something so nice about my nipples was really emotional. We were hugging each other so tight and the tea just seemed to heighten everything. I was feeling something and it was tender and heartwarming. My sister whispered, "Your nipples looked so beautiful." I thought about what she was saying and so much was becoming clear to me about who I really was, and everything that I had been keeping me scared and ashamed. I whispered softly, "Thank you." "And just now, you let me look at you bottom, and you let me kiss it too." Suddenly I felt something inside me, and I whimpered, "What's happening? I don't know why I'm so emotional." Then I started to cry. Page hugged me tighter. We were each on or sides, facing each other, squeezing as tight as we could. He naked body felt so warm against me. She put her mouth close to my ears and whispered, "Shelly, it's okay, I'm right here." "Why am I so upset? I just feel so sensitive." "I understand, really I do." She sounded loving and wonderful. There was something so compassionate in her voice. Right then I was feeling so vulnerable. I rolled away from Page, and I lay there, under the sleeping bag flat on my back. I stared up at the red glow of the tent lit by the little flashlight, and cried softly. Page was right next to me and I could tell she was concerned. I looked over at Page, at her sweet and beautiful face. She looked so worried. We were both under the sleeping bag and it felt so safe and warm. The love I felt for my sister was powerful and bewildering. Page whispered, "Shelly, I want to help." She squeezed me tight as I cried. In a desperate attempt to calm me down, she gently kissed my neck. Soft tiny kisses, one after another. It felt so loving and tender. She whispered, "Shelly, I love you." I replied softly, "I love you too." My sister's little kissed moved from my neck down to my shoulders. The sound of each wonderful kiss was like a love song, just for me. Then, like it was meant to be, Page pulled the sleeping bag down and my breasts were suddenly exposed. I felt no embarrassment or shame, I only felt a deep overwhelming joy. Page sat there and stared at me. Then she sort of stammered, "Shelly - your nipples - they are - Oh God - they look so hard." I looked down at myself. She was right. I was shocked at how hard my they looked. They were poking straight up as I lay on my back. 

"I don't know what's happening. They have never looked like this."
 "You are just 18 years old, so this is all new for you." My sister sat frozen for a long time, looking at me, at my chest in the soft light of the flashlight. I was looking up at her beautiful eyes.Then she slowly leaned in and carefully kissed one nipple, and then the other. Page looked in my eyes and tenderly asked, "Did that help?" I smiled and answered, "Yes, a little." My sister was breathing deep, in this really haunting way. We both just stayed still, and everything was all focused on my breasts. It was so weird and intense, I mean, my nipples were so hard. I don't know how to explain how beautiful it all seemed. I could tell that Page was just as affected as I was. Then I realized that I had stopped crying. I watched as my beautiful sister leaned forward and started eagerly sucking one of my nipples. The feeling was so tender, so unbelievably loving, it felt like I was swimming in a deep and honest love. Then she moved to my other nipple, sucking harder with more fervor. Then back to the other with an ever increasing eagerness. The sucking noise was loud and wet. I watched as Page enthusiastic sucked on my nipples, it was as if all my dreams had come true. I was emotionally fulfilled and joyous. I whimpered, "Page - I love you - I love you." As Page sucked one nipple, I could look at my other one, and it was moist and erect, glistening in the pale gloss of the flashlight. They were getting wet from my sister's tongue and sucking. I let my fingers touch her shoulders and forehead. I gently caressed her soft blond hair. I don't know how long Page sucked my nipples, but it felt like heaven had opened up just for me. Time had stopped and I was floating in an ocean of love. She had been lying just to my side, but then she cautiously moved over, and climbed on top of me. She straddled me with one leg on each side of my belly. She felt smooth and alive. Then I felt something and I didn't understand it. Her hips were doing that pumping motion, just like mine had done. She was pressing into my tummy. It felt lovely and delicious. She was sucking my nipples, but little by little my sister's hips began rubbing harder. The undulating motion of her body pushed the sleeping bag totally off of both of us. Maybe it was the tea or maybe it was my eyes adjusting to the dim light, but I could see everything so clearly. The inside of our little tent was lit with a kind of vivid radiance. It felt so warm and alive, like the glow was a loving cradle, somehow squeezing both of us. With the sleeping bag off, I was just amazed at how beautiful Page looked. My sister, my self, the motions and the delicious smell. All of it seemed unimaginably perfect. Page was licking and sucking my breasts with this wonderful abandonment. It was like she was lost, and almost in a trance. She was sucking on my nipples so intensely, like it was a deep truth within her and she was finally living it. My nipples were erect and slippery, it was so wonderful, the sensations made me feel so happy. My fingers gently played with Page's silky blond hair as she sucked. I stammered, "Page, this - this - this - feels so good. I love it - I love it." I was startled that my voice sounded so excited. Then Page sat up and looked down at me. She had this amazing expression. It was like I was seeing her for the very first time. She just stared at me, and she to want me to look at her at her naked body. Her bare breasts looked exactly like mine. It was almost like looking in a mirror. They were so exquisite and perfect. It was like seeing something magical. Then she began to rub herself against my leg. It was smooth and steady. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust of her hips. My sister suddenly blurted out, "Oh God Shelly, I am so fucking excited right now." She sat up higher and looked down at me. I could see her beautiful body. Her breasts were small and delicate, and her nipples were tiny and hard. The red glow of the tent made her look like a radiant spirit, a being beyond the natural limitations. It was like she was on fire. Then she got up onto her knees and hovered above me. Her legs spread wide so I could see the plump pink lips of her shaved pussy. It looked wet and shiny in the pale light. She was in this pose up on her knees for me. I could see her, all of her. Page was breathing deep and her naked body seemed to pulsate with a rhythm of each inhalation. She looked so absolutely beautiful and perfect. I was overwhelmed with a joyous emotion. Page said, "Baby please, please look at me." I was so flooded with emotion, maybe from the tea and maybe from my sister and her behavior, all I could say was, "Page, I love you." She whispered, "Oh baby sister, I love you too." With that, Page crawled up and kissed me. I was amazed at how she tasted, it was hot, slippery and delicious. The kiss from Page was right on my lips. She kissed delicate and slow. She was sitting right on top of me, straddling me. She started to rub her crotch harder against my belly. I was still breathing hard and trying to kiss her at the same time. Page was rubbing her wet pussy against me in firm stokes. Then Page broke off the kiss and moved up so she could kiss my nose, then my forehead and then the top of my head. She moved a little more, all the while rubbing her slippery groin against my torso. Page was inching her way up along my belly with her crotch. At first I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I could tell she was trying to do something. She had talked so lovingly about my nipples and she was so attentive to them. I felt knew what she wanted, I said aloud to Page, "Please - yes." Page kept on easing forward up along my body. Now she was hovering above me. Her perfect breasts hung down near my face. I carefully watched as moved herself above me. She was slowly inching forward on her knees until she was squatting directly above my small breasts. Page had her legs wide and her hips were moving with a luscious rhythm. She was showing me her wet swollen pussy. Her shaved skin was perfectly smooth and pink. She looked like a tiny little girl. She whispered, "This feels so honest." I just lay there with wide eyes staring up at my sister. I was awash in an all-consuming feeling of joy. She looked so angelic and perfect, I was frozen with anticipation.
 She said, "I love that you are looking at me. I love it." 
As she spoke her hips seemed to quiver.

She settled down towards my chest and gently touched her wet pussy lips against.
one of my nipples. 
I shuddered and gasped, "Oh God - Page."

She pushed her wet crotch directly against my breast and I pushed back. Page carefully repositioned her knees and her hands on the floor of the tent so she could firmly press herself into my hard nipple.

And then she started moving her hips a little bit faster.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My beautiful sister was naked and on top of me with her little breasts jiggling above my face. She was eagerly rubbing her wet pussy against my hard nipple. My hands were on her muscular little bottom. Her pussy looked so beautiful and wet. 

I was focused on her swollen open lips and how they seemed to cradle my wet hard nipple.

Earlier, when Page said she felt some deep love exploding from everywhere, I had no idea what that really meant, but now I finally understood. It was amazing. I could see my own breast getting soaked and slippery from her delicious wetness.

My sister started pumping her hips faster. Then she asked, "Is it inside?"

"What?"

"Your nipple, is it inside me?"

"No, is that what you want?"

"Yes, oh God - YES!"

I moved one hand from Page's smooth bottom to my own small breast. I was astounded at how pointy my nipples looked. I had never ever seen them so stiff and hard. I held it as best I could and arched my back upwards. I was pushing my nipple up into her wet lips.

Page asked again in a panicked voice, "Is it - is it - inside?"

I arched my back more and pushed up harder. The slippery wet lips of my sister's pussy were swallowing my firm nipple. 

"It's as deep as I can get it."

Page thrust herself even faster, and said, "Oh God, it feels good."

The sensations were electric.

She was starting to pant, and my face was just a few inches from her beautiful sopping pink pussy lips.

"Page, you are getting really wet," and it was true, my breast was getting unbelievably slippery with all the wetness.

I could see her clitoris, it was plump and round, and just inches from my face. I carefully tried to push my hard nipple against it as Page rubbed. When I touched it, she gasped loudly.

I meekly asked, "Does this feel good?"

"Yes - Oh FUCK - it feels SO good!" Page panted.

Her rhythm changed, now it was almost like she was no longer thrusting but shivering. I tried to push my hard nipple even tighter against her wet clit against. Magical Tea Page stammered, "Shelly - I'm gunna cum - I'm gunna cum - on you - on my little baby sister!" 
She was suddenly whining like a little baby. Her tiny breasts were shaking with each shiver of her hips. She was looking down at me, at my chest.

Page was lost in some heavenly place.

She was gasping, "Shelly - Oh fuck - Oh fuck - I'm gunna cum!"

Then she started to shake and shiver. Then it happened, she cried out in ecstasy, and suddenly my chest was hot and wet.

My face was so close and she was squirting a strong stream of hot liquid. It looked like she was peeing on my chest. Oh God, it was so thrilling.

She screamed out, "Yes!"

Page pressed herself hard against me. The squirting stream splattered as she pushed against my hard nipple.

For just an instant it was splashing on my face. Page was panting, and quivering, and thrusting her hips. I couldn't believe what was happening. I could smell it. I could taste it. 

The stream of liquid slowly subsided and my beautiful sister seemed to heave and thrust with the powerful waves of passion.

"Oh God Page" I whispered.

Page seemed to melt. She hung onto me and panted, taking deep breaths. Her whole body rocked with each strong inhalation.

I was overcome by emotion. An intense love was washing all through me. Page and I looked at each other. There was a tremendous thirsting in her eyes.

I ran my hands across her glorious body. I caressed her hips and breasts.

Then she moved off me and down between my legs. She took my knees in her hands. She was eager and deliberate. Her hands on my knees felt like a jolt of energy. She pushed my knees high to my chest and spread my legs wide.

I didn't fight it, I let her move my legs apart. Her eyes were focused on my crotch.

"Oh God Shelly," she said in a shaky voice. It sounded so intense that I thought she was frightened.

I nervously asked, "What is it?" 

She spread my knees wider and moved herself lower to look more directly between my legs, and I think I moaned from the sensation. 
Page inhaled and spoke carefully, so I would get the full impact of every word, "Shelly, Oh god - your little pussy - it's so wet - you are dripping all over - and it's so beautiful."

I wanted to say something but all I could do was breath harder. I moved my hips and it felt almost involuntarily. I grabbed my own knees and pulled them as wide as I could and arched my pelvis up toward her face. I was desperately trying to show her everything. Page stared down at me. Then she whispered, "Oh God Shelly, I need to."

She leaned forward and gently kissed my open pussy.

I thought I might scream the sensation was so intense. She was enormously gentle. I held my knees tight against my own shoulders and I didn't move at all. I felt the pressure from her tongue as is slid firmly up and down the length of my pussy. 
I blurted out, "Page - Oh God - Lick me - lick me!" I was shocked at my response, it was involuntary.

My beautiful sister was running her tongue fast against me with a crazy intensity. Oh my God, I could tell she was insanely excited.

Then she started to suck my small clitoris and right then I knew it was going to happen.

"Page - what you are doing - don't stop."

With that she sucked and licked even harder. Her hands moved under my bottom, and she started squeezing both cheeks. I could tell they were wet and slippery. I was breathing harder and she was making loud sloppy sucking noises. My pelvis started pumping up against her mouth.

Suddenly, her tongue moved down a little. Oh my God, she was licking my anus again. 

"Page - Oh God - Yes - Yes - that feels SO good!"

The sensation of my sister's tongue against my little bum-hole was like electricity. I couldn't believe how excited it made me. She was licking me and at the same time I could feel her finger rubbing my throbbing cliterus. Then she sat up a little looked up at me from between my legs. Her beautiful face was sopping and glistening. At the same time I could feel her fingertip rubbing little circles around my slippery anus.
 She asked, "Do you like this?" I answered, "Yes." "You like it when I rub your little wet asshole?" "Yes, I love it." Then I felt her push her finger a little way into my ass. I was overwhelmed by the glorious feeling. Her finger inside my anus seemed to amplify every perverted sensation down through my soul. She impatiently asked me, "Shelly, does this feel good?" I replied, "Yes, oh YES!" My sister was looking down at her own finger and she impatiently said, "I love this - I love doing this - it's beautiful." Hearing my sister sound so excited was making me crazy with desire. She went on, "Oh God - I'm finger fucking my little baby sister's asshole." 
I could feel her slide her finger in a little deeper. Then I watched as she leaned her face back in between my legs and she tried to push her tongue as deep as she could, up into my slippery pussy. I could feel the ecstasy, and I had no idea I could feel this way.

I held my knees wide to make it easier for Page to lick me and finger fuck my ass at the same time. I wanted to say something but I started to shudder and then I started to moan. Then I felt like my whole body was vibrating.

Then I kind of blurted out, between gasps, "Page - Oh God - I love you!"

Page started to slide her slippery finger in and out of my asshole in a smooth rhythm.

And then it happened.

I'm not totally sure what I did but think I must have screamed. I felt like my whole body, my whole soul, everything, just released in some giant explosion. It lasted for what seemed an eternity.

I could hear my sister squeal with joy, "Oh fuck - Shelly - FUCK!"

The sensitivity of everything had just multiplied, and her tongue felt like electricity. I was flooded with an intense rush and I was overcome with a hot wave of passion.

She sucked hard as I convulsed in a heavenly climax.

"Oh God, oh God." I stammered.

Then, as it subsided, Page looked up at me and said, "Shelly - that was beautiful." Her face was literally dripping and she looked absolutely like an angel. I felt her easing her finger out from inside me.

I was so emotional all I could say was, "Page - I love you."

My sister sat up and turned the flashlight off, and the storm had passed, and there was now a haunting glow from the moonlight, it was a deep red from the tent fabric. She pulled up the sleeping bag and tucked it in snug around both of us.