Licks

By Candy

� 2010

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My name is Lucy.� My parents died in a car crash when I was 13, and I went to live with my aunt and uncle on my mom�s side.� They had a girl, my cousin Amelia who was close to my age, but except for family stuff like weddings and funerals, I never really got to know her.� Sharing a bedroom with her was awkward at first.� Eventually things thawed though she was shy, not outgoing like me.� I wondered if it was a �looks� thing, since I was blond and had boobs already.

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One night I heard her masturbating.� I knew those sounds.� She was very vocal and so I sort of cheered her on.� She freaked, like forgetting I was there.

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�Don�t worry.� I do that all the time,� I told her.

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�You do?�

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�You have to be quiet, though.�

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Hearing her made me horny, so it was my turn.� I slipped off my pajamas and my panties and began to finger myself.� Soon I was wet and throbbing.

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Suddenly, Amelia said, �Can I see?�

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She knelt by my bed and watched me stroke my clit.� Unexpectedly, she touched my leg and that�s when I came.� My orgasm scared her and she jumped back into her own bed.

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�Don�t be afraid.� Come back here.�� I scooted over and she got in next to me.� She confessed that she felt like a nympho, thinking of sex all the time and jilling off three or more times a day.

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�You look so good, so peaceful when you do it,� she said.� �I kinda go crazy and make a lot of noise.�

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I said, �I think once I go all the way with a boy, I�ll make more noise.�

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She giggled.� �I can�t imagine doing it with a boy.�� I told her about one boy who fondled me all over but we didn�t go all the way.� �What was he like?� she asked.

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�Just a dumb jock.� A hunk but he wasn�t very gentle, mashing his hands all over me.� I have sensitive nipples but he was too rough and it didn�t feel good at all.� He was hairy too�yuck.�

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�I�m kinda hairy.� Am I yucky?�

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�You�re not yucky.� Girls are different.� Let me see.�� She reluctantly let me look at her pussy.� �That�s cute.� Want me to show you how to trim it so you�ll be okay in a bikini?�

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�I don�t have a bikini.�

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�You have a cute body, Amelia.� Why not show it off?� You want me to talk with your mom about getting one like mine?� which I showed her.

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�That�s so small,� she said.

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�No it�s not, compared to other girls at the beach.�

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We talked some more about swimsuits and boys and she fell asleep cuddled against me.� It felt good having her warm body next to mine.

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I showed Aunt Shirley my suit, and explained that Amelia was older now and needed a more modern swimsuit.� �Not skimpy,� I told her, but at least modern.� I think Aunt Shirley didn�t want to disappoint me more than please Amelia but the result was the same.� We went shopping and I helped my cousin pick out a cute polka-dot bikini that complemented her dark complexion.

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That night, I said, �Now you have to be trimmed.�� I took out a razor and shave stuff I use sometimes and showed her how.� She was nervous at first but soon relaxed as I trimmed her smooth.� �You like it smooth?� I asked.

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�What do you do?� she asked me.� �You look smooth too but I haven�t seen you shave.�

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�I shave every once in a while but I�m kinda light, so it doesn�t show much.� You�re darker though, so you�ll have to shave more often.�� I told her about waxing but neither one of us had the resources to have that done.� I thought of my mom telling me all about bikini waxes and girl stuff like that and I cried a little, remembering her and missing her so much.

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Amelia understood.� She held me close as I cried.� Then she surprised me with a kiss.� Soon we were touching each other.� She had an orgasm very quickly, though I didn�t.� After, she giggled and said, �I�m sorry about what happened but I�m glad you�re living here.�

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�I�m glad too.�� As we did the night before, we fell asleep together in my bed.

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Amelia was so looking forward to wearing her bikini.� She got the chance the following Saturday when we had good weather and Aunt Shirley took us to the town swimming pool.� At the pool, she teased me about boys.

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�See that guy over there?� He�s got a big one, see his shorts?� I bet he�s getting stiff looking at you,� she said, then laughed.

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�No, he�s looking at you.�

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�But you�re the one with the boobs.�

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�You�ve got boobs too.� Yours are pointy and guys like that.�� Just thinking about boys got her nipples hard.� We sure didn�t pick that particular suit for that reason, but it looked to be a bonus the way her nipples could be seen poking at her top, especially after we went into the water and her top got wet.� We both laughed as she began showing off, strutting about, poking out her chest so her pointy nipples stood out prominently.� �See, boys are looking, tee-hee,� she giggled.

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That night she was in my bed again and we talked about how boys looking at us made her feel.� �I bet you were wet,� I said.

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�Still are,� she said.

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I felt her and she shuddered and pressed against me.� We made love, mostly fingers but she wanted to lick me and I let her.� We both tried not to make noise.

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All summer we teased the boys and then teased each other.� The phrase �kissing cousins� came true.� I miss my mom and dad, and cry a lot thinking of them, but Amelia has helped me adjust (she�s more open now, so maybe I helped her too.)� One evening as we were getting ready for bed, I noticed a shampoo bottle in the shower that was the right size.

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�I�m gonna use this,� I told Amelia.

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She watched me, enthralled as I officially lost my virginity to a cylindrical plastic bottle.

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�Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo,� I cried as I picked up the pace of shoving the bottle in and out of me; deeply, as deep as I could take it.� What little discomfort I felt as my hymen shredded was soon replaced by sheer pleasure.� I knew this orgasm would be different, and probably so did Amelia, who sat cross-legged at the foot of my bed, engrossed by my masturbatory exhibition.

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�Oh my,� I heard her murmur once, though I wasn�t looking at her; my eyes were closed, my mind fantasizing.

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�AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH,� I sang, as the most intense contractions I ever felt radiated through my body, as my back arched and my hips danced, before the utterly amazing, warm release enveloped me like a wave at the beach.� �Ohhhhh, myyyyyyy, Godddddddd!� I screamed.

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�Oh my God,� Amelia echoed as she fingered herself to an accompanying climax.

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�Are you girls okay?� Aunt Shirley said from outside the bedroom door.� We scurried to get under the covers before she came in.� She popped her head in and said, �I heard some loud noises from in here.� I wanted to be sure you were okay.�

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�Yes, Auntie, we�re okay, just kinda foolin� around, that�s all, I said.�� Amelia didn�t say anything, simply nodding her head in agreement.

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My aunt probably saw that though we were under the bedcovers, we didn�t have our pajamas on, for she then said, �You know, there are things young girls may�try, experiment with�that aren�t healthy for them in the long run.�� She looked at Amelia and added, �If you have those�feelings�to try things, I hope you realize you can talk to me about them.�

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After Aunt Shirley closed the door, Amelia burst out with �She knows!�

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�Of course she knows.� She obviously knows what an orgasm sounds like, and we sure made a lot of those sounds.�� That put us both into a giggling fit.� �Come over here,� I said, and she moved in beside me in my bed, where we snuggled together.

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�I like your breasts,� Amelia said as she played with them.� �I can�t wait to have big ones like yours, if I ever do.�

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�Stop that.� Yours are very suckable.�� And that�s what I did, suckling on her puffy nipples until she cooed and begged for more.� I fingered her as I sucked and she soon came, though working hard not to scream this time.

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After, she asked, �Do you think my mom was right, that what we�re doing is unhealthy?�

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�Naw, older people still think it�s wrong for two girls or two guys to have sex, but it�s so natural.� No way it�s wrong.�

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�Guys have sex?� Yuck!�

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I laughed.� �Sure, silly, why not?� It�s not yucky just like we�re not yucky.�

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�But, like, what do they do?�

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�Well, they suck on each other�s dick and sometimes have sex but put it in the ass �cause that�s all they have for a hole.�

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�Now THAT�S yucky!�� We both laughed heartily to what she said.

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�Lucy, do you think we�re like, lesbians or something?�

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�I kinda doubt it, especially the way we look at boys.� No, someday we�ll have sex with boys and get married and all that.� Doesn�t mean we can�t enjoy ourselves for now.�

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�Mmmmm, I think I�ll enjoy myself right now,� she said, and went down on me, licking and nibbling to her heart�s content.

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�Amelia, you are a little sex-ball.�

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�Um-um� she answered, muffled between my wet pussy lips.� More amazing orgasms, more muffled cries before we fell asleep.

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The next morning I found her working the shampoo bottle furiously between her splayed legs.� �You should maybe finish that in the shower.� There�s a little blood and you don�t want your mother to see that.��

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We showered together as I worked the shampoo bottle in and out of her from behind her bent-over form.� She put her fist at her mouth to stifle the cry about to come.� Even with that, she was still loud.

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�That�s what it will feel like with a boy, right?� she asked as she dried off.

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�I�m sure, though we may end up disappointed if the boy isn�t as big around as that bottle.�

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More giggling.

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The remainder of the summer was spent just like that: at the pool checking out boys and being checked out; bedtimes playing under the sheets; and stifling our orgasmic cries.� Amelia�s boobs had a spurt of growth and she was pleased at that, admiring herself in the mirror whenever she could.� I helped her stay smooth and she liked that too.� The shampoo bottle got a workout, and when it was empty we refilled it to keep it around.� If Aunt Shirley noticed, she didn�t say anything.

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�We should start calling that bottle �our bf,� � she said one day, and that got us laughing really hard.

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Our summer was idyllic, but as with most things in life, due to change.� Amelia truly was a nympho and soon was fucking just about every boy in school.� I warned her about using condoms but eventually she got pregnant.� Aunt Shirley and Uncle Joe were devastated, yet they were against abortion so Amelia became a statistic�a teen mother.

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As for me, I never slept with a boy.� I�m an avowed lesbian and I look back at that summer with my cousin to helping me realize how sweet it was to make love to another woman.� I have toys now to replace that well-used shampoo bottle, and I have a foxy, hot girlfriend, who adores my pussy, to take care of the rest.

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I speak with Amelia every once in a while.� She has two kids now, was married for a short while, and still fucks anyone who even looks at her with a small glimmer of lust.� She doesn�t talk about �our� summer at all.

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Maybe I disappointed my aunt and uncle too, with my �unhealthy� lifestyle, but I have too much to live for to let that get in the way of the love I have for the people who took me in and raised me as their own.

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Got to go now.� Julie�s pouring some wine for me, and that�s a signal we�re in for a hot night of loving licks and screaming orgasms.

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Ciao!

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