****** Melissa and Lily by Abigail Leigh Jaryna ******
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Melissa and Lily


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All my life, I have been acutely conscious of the female form. As a little
girl, I was fascinated by films that depicted nude women. When I got a little
older, I would stuff my undershirts to give myself a more womanly appearance. I
looked at women in the streets, at my older sister, at my father's dirty
magazines. Even now, when I take such pleasure from men, I get something
unique, special, from another woman's smooth, soft body. This is a tale of my
first experience.

I was 13. Puberty was coming. I had very little pubic hair as of yet, but my
small breasts were shapely and I had had my period twice. My sister, at 17,
gave me a good idea how I would look, medium height and slender with dancer's
legs, a firm behind, and graceful, small breasts. Our green eyes and dark brown
hair were similar, but hers were wider and her hair of a softer shade whereas
my eyes had a tiny feline slant. She was considered a lovely creature and
everyone loved her. I was considered just as lovely, but people seemed uneasy
around me. I often heard the words "predatory eyes" whispered at my mother's
tea parties. I never cared. I liked it. I got my way a lot.

I discovered masturbation early. One night, when my parents were out and Lily
was baby-sitting me, I must have made a little too much noise because she came
into my room to check on me. I was on my back with my knees in the air and my
fingers rubbing away frantically. With her eyes on my flesh, I came screaming.
She was too shocked to speak for a long moment.

"Like what you see?" I said in a mocking tone when her gaze lingered over my
tender little vagina. Her eyes had a glassy look.

"Oh my God Melissa! What were you doing?" she cried, shaking herself.

"It's called whacking off. Ought to try it sometimes. Feels great."

"If Mother found out..." she began.

"She won't. You won't dare tell her." My eyes narrowed dangerously as I rose
from the bed, unfolding my long legs and walking over to her. "Because if you
do, I'll tell her you and your friend Karen went to see that movie when you
told her you went to youth group."

Her face grew red. "How did you know about that?"

"I pay attention," I said smugly.

She looked at me for a second that seemed to stretch itself languidly, her eyes
indignant but not daring to utter a word. I looked back coolly. Her eyes
dropped first as she turned to walk away. Smiling to myself as she moved down
the hall, I admired the curve of her buttocks, the smooth lies of her neck and
shoulders, and the silken texture of her hair. Like so many times before, I
imagined my lips on those shoulders, that hair wrapped around my hands or
tickling my thighs and my fingers caressing those round buttocks, slipping
between the cheeks to the damp warmth beneath. The mental picture sent me
scurrying back to my bed for another session. This time, I left my door open on
purpose.

Lily couldn't look at me for several days. I figured she was still mad, but
then I began to notice her peeking surreptitiously in my direction. I took to
looking her directly in the eye for a few seconds when I caught her at it,
amused by the way she flushed and tried to look as though she was busying
herself with something else. I made it clear without words that my threat still
stood.

Things may have gone on this way for months had the weather not begun to grow
warm and we opened our pool. All of the women in my family have gorgeous olive
skin and we tan beautifully. When my parents were out (which was often this
time of year. My father played golf and my mother gossiped with her country
club friends.), I would lie out nude. I hated tan lines, but I mostly did it
because I loved the sensual feel of the warm sun on my young, bare body. I
imagined its fingers massaging me all over, eventually entering my secret
places and forcing me to finish the job with my own very real fingers. I would
usually then dive into the pool to cool off, sometimes picturing the water
doing the same things to me and leading to more. That summer, however, was
different.

It started off normally, the folks away at the club, Lily staying home with me,
and me lying out naked by the pool, working my fingers in and out of myself and
rubbing my pert little clit in the warm sun. Normally, I'm pretty oblivious
when in this state, but I was paying particularly close attention to my sister
that summer and I noticed a flicker out of the corner of my eye. When I looked,
I saw that Lily had pulled the curtain of her bedroom window back and was
watching me covertly threw the blinds. I smiled to myself, spread my thighs
wider, and put on a little show for her. With my first finger and thumb, I
pinched my pink nipples lightly and massaged my firm little breasts with both
hands. My lips were parted and the tip of my tongue touched my lower lip as I
delighted in these titillating sensations. My hand slid slowly down my oiled
torso, fingers curling through the scant pubic fuzz to find that happy button,
which I proceeded to stroke carefully.

My other hand joined the first in diddling with the fleshy lips around my
opening, running lightly through the moistness it found there and spreading it
on the glistening lips. I teased myself, bringing my body close to orgasm and
backing off again, over and over and over for what seemed like an eternity. You
know how it is when you're waiting to come. At last, I reached the point where
there is no going back. I had my clit between my fingers, pulling and rolling
it desperately as the first three fingers of the other pistoned faster and
faster in and out of my dripping cunny. With one last look towards the window,
I declared my orgasm to the whole wide world. Someone would have likely called
the police if our property weren't several acres across. When I looked smugly
at the window, the blinds were closed and the curtain drawn. But she had seen.
I knew she had seen and joined me.

After that, I almost couldn't get off unless I knew Lily could see or hear me.
As the weeks passed, my fantasies about her overtook every other I had ever
had. I watched her do her laps in the pool. The interplay of her smooth muscles
mesmerized me. Her delicate curves enthralled me. I lived in a state of
perpetual lust, often feigning illness at dinner so I could go to my room and
masturbate to the image of my sister's lips working over her food. I would
picture her lips on me like that. I had undressed her with my eyes a thousand
different ways, each time more seductively and insistently than the last. I
knew that sooner or later, I was going to have to fuck my sister. She would be
my first and I knew she would resist on that count, the fact that I'm only 13,
I'm her sister, and I'm a girl. So how was I going to do this? Blackmail would
be the only way but I knew the movie thing wouldn't hold up for something as
drastic as this. I set my devious 13-year-old mind to work.

It came to me one night in the bath. As I thrust the fat Sharpie pen in and out
of my pussy, I realized. She masturbated now too! And proper Mommy and Daddy
would be so shocked and disappointed in precious, sweet Lily if they knew. They
wouldn't be happy about me, but I was always considered a bit of a black sheep
in the family. If only they knew. Anyway, Lily was the angel and no one thought
she could do any wrong. I only needed to get her sin on film! I could show her
my incriminating evidence and deliver my conditions have sex with me or I
plaster these all over the Internet and e-mail them to Mommy and Daddy Dearest.
She would do anything I said to keep from sullying her reputation. She was
going to be a dancer and something like could ruin her. I licked my lips
happily. This was it.

Now to figure out how to collect this evidence. I had to get the most
compromising views I could. She was downstairs watching TV with our parents at
the moment. Here was the perfect chance to inspect her room for a place to hide
my Polaroid camera. Hurriedly, I got out and dried off, wrapping myself in my
silk robe. Once out in the darkened hall, I crept softly to Lily's room and
slipped inside. Her bed was across from her expansive entertainment system.

True to her cutesy nature, she had several stuffed animals arranged all over
the television set and the stereo and DVD player. There would be perfect to
conceal my small, black camera and the view, straight across and looking up her
large, four poster bed was ideal. I would be able to see right up her legs if
she was positioned lengthwise down the bed and it would still be obvious what
she was doing if she lay sideways or even had her head at the foot. If nothing
else, I would have some lovely material. I studied the bed, trying to decide
how often I should set the camera to take a picture when I heard a small noise
outside the door.

Instinctively, I ducked into the walk-in closet, concealing myself beneath a
pile of clothes. They smelled of her perfume. Sure enough, the door opened, the
light came on, and Lily entered the room. I could see the shadow of her feet
under the closet door. She opened it and came in, stripping off her clothes and
dropping them on the pile I was hiding in. I held my breath, wanting
desperately to peek but not daring. I could feel myself growing wet as I
thought about my gorgeous sister standing naked above me without realizing it.
She left the closet but didn't close the door, which was odd, along with this
pile of clothes. She was normally meticulously neat. Her room never had clothes
scattered about or open drawers or overflowing wastebaskets like more normal
teenagers. I must have been getting to her more than I thought. I just hope I
had gotten to her burning sexual side.

Since I was stuck here until she went to sleep, I at least wanted to see some
action. I was sorely disappointed when she went into her bathroom and turned on
the water. There was no way I could sneak up and watch in that mirrored room
and the water would drown out any noises she made.

Unfortunately, she left the door wide open and with the hall door directly
across from the bathroom, I couldn't leave. May as well get comfortable, I
thought as I arranged the pile into sort of a couch and lay down. My surprise
and subsequent disappointment had dried up my desire for the moment. I just
wanted to get back to my room and rig my camera.

I must have drifted off because the silence woke me with a start. I checked
myself hurriedly to make sure I was still covered and listened carefully to see
if the coast was clear. The overhead light in the bedroom was off but Lily had
turned on the bedside lamp. As my eyes were adjusting, I heard rhythmic
squeaking sounds. I was trying to remember where I had heard that sound before
when I saw a familiar form writhing wildly on the bed. The closet was right
next to the entertainment system and I had almost as good a view. She was
spread out across the foot of the huge bed with another of those fat pens I
loved so much nearly disappearing inside her as she worked it like a dick. Her
other hand was moving between playing wildly with her clit to tweaking her
nipples.

I couldn't believe my luck! My desire rushed back tenfold, slamming into my
clit and causing it to swell with blood. I watched her perfect breasts bounce
as she bucked her hips in a crazed dance. My crotch felt like a small,
throbbing bomb that I absolutely had to detonate. It almost exploded at my
first touch. Thankfully Lily was quite busy and didn't hear my muffled cries of
pleasure under her dirty (at least as dirty as they ever get) clothes. I think
we came at the same time. I lay there limply as I listened to her breathing
slow and become steady. Once she was asleep, I quietly slunk out of the room to
the safety of my bed. Rather than satisfying me, my resolve to sleep with my
sister was strengthened. I would put the camera in her room tomorrow.

It was a breeze concealing my camera behind the stuffed animals around the
television cabinet. I set it to take a picture every 10 seconds and it had 15
exposures. It was the kind where the pictures slide out along the back, so it
wouldn't spew my secret betrayal all over her floor. And it was very quiet,
though I doubted she would hear it anyway. I programmed it to start at about
the time she usually came upstairs after dinner and TV with the folks. I
intended to retrieve it the next morning after she got up and left to go to her
job as a waitress at the country club.

In the meantime, I was in a fever if anticipation. I was almost silent at
dinner, to preoccupied to unnerve my parents with my regular unusually adult
conversation. They were relieved, though, and only asked me if I was feeling
well. (I think they, especially my mother, were a little afraid of me at that
age. I was nothing like their last child. I was nothing like any of the
children their many wealthy friends had either. I was probably like no child on
Earth.) After dinner and my shower, I fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of
roaming fingers and glistening, cum smeared pussy lips.

Retrieving the camera was even easier than planting it and the pictures
couldn't have been more damning. After a week of this I had Lily on her back,
legs in the air, Lily on her hands and knees penetrating herself from behind
with the marker, Lily making it with a body pillow, and best of all, Lily
obviously masturbating to one of Dad's lesbian magazines. Masturbation was one
sin, but lesbianism? My parents would surely disown her. This was a gold mine.
I hopped up and down with glee. Now all I had to do was wait until the right
moment to confront her and in the mean time, I had plenty of fabulous new
material for my favorite past time, one I now seem to share with my sweet
sister Lily.

I didn't have to wait long for an opportunity to present itself. Big
businessman Daddy had an important trip to Europe coming up and Mom was to
accompany him as the model wife. The model older sister was to stay at home to
look after the special younger one for the fortnight they would be gone. I
could literally see Lily's face blanch with a mixture of guilty joy and terror
when she heard the news. I'm sure she was thinking of all the places she could
practice her new hobby in safety, but she would also be trapped with me, the
younger one with the predatory eyes. I think she knew at that moment I had
plans for her.

I left her in peace for the first couple of days. I figured either she's be
lulled into a false sense of security or her fear would grow. Either way, it
would make things more fun for me. I picked a sunny, beautiful morning when she
was eating jam and toast in the breakfast room to approach her. I had about
half of the damning pictures tucked in my back pocket, the rest hidden as back
up. She didn't hear my quiet tread on the white tiles and so didn't see me
until I was right behind her shoulder. I coughed. She jumped, visibly shaken.

"Morning, sis," I said brightly, my tone not matching the lecherous gleam in my
eye.

"Umm-m-morning, Melissa. Would you like some toast? Mom just got some great
organic blackberry jam and --"

"No," I said. "I'm not hungry for toast this morning. I wanted to talk to you."

"'Bout what?" She tried very hard to hide the tremor in her voice but she
failed,

"About these."

I whipped the photographs out of my pocket and flashed them in front of her
long enough to let her see very clearly what they were. She went deadly pale.
"I think Mom and Dad would find these interesting, don't you? And so would
every net-surfing hornball with a computer, I think."

"Where did you get those? What do you want?" Her beautiful eyes looked like a
rabbit's caught in the glare of the headlights. I knew she would do anything to
keep those photos off the net.

"It doesn't matter where I got them, does it? After all, here they are. Knowing
where they came from won't change what they are." I studied them with obvious
interest. "As for what I want, well, I am hungry. Just not for toast." I let my
hand settle on my left breast. I felt the familiar warmth of desire. She was so
close. I could smell her fear. And I could smell lust. Just faintly, but it was
there. My heartbeat quickened.

"What are you saying?" She was appalled at her own feelings. Her conscience
told her how wrong this was, that I was an innocent child and her sister. But I
could see that her cunt told her a different story. It was shouting down her
conscience.

"To put it bluntly, lovely Lily, I want you. If I don't get you now, today, I
will e-mail these to Mom and Dad and plaster them all over the Internet.
Everyone at your school will see them. Your boss will see them. Your dance
instructor will see them. Everyone, Lily, will see you and your new hobby. What
do you think they will think of that?"

"You evil, evil girl! How could you!" She was furious, but terrified. I knew I
had her and she knew it too.

"Come with me, Lily. I have my camera in my room. I want to document this happy
occasion." I turned and went up the stairs, flipping through the photos as I
went and commenting aloud what other people would think when they saw them. I
didn't have to look to know she followed. I could feel the waves of fury, fear,
and that sneaky little desire wafting against my back. This was going to be so
sweet. I led her to my room and turned on the lights and opened the blinds. I
wanted to see everything and make sure the camera had plenty of light to
capture each moment. When everything was as I liked it, I turned to my sister.
She was standing stiffly in the middle of the room, clenching and unclenching
her slender hands.

I approached, encircled her waist in my arms, and kissed her softly on the
mouth. She remained rigid. No matter, I thought. I know it's there. I'll just
have to draw it out. I began unbuttoning her blouse, ever so slowly, allowing
my hands to brush lightly against her nipples through her bra. She only
resisted a little as I drew the shirt off her arms, the same with the bra. Once
she was topless, I stepped back and looked.

Damn, I had one hell of a sexy big sister. She had fine, strong shoulders and
arms with high, firm, slightly pointed breasts and a tapering torso that was
toned just the right amount. The curve of her hips under her snug fitting
shorts was exactly proportionate and flowed just right into those long, long
legs the women in our family are known for. Satisfied with my looking, I placed
my lips around one of those pink nipples, sucking until it grew taut in my
mouth. Quickly, I returned my lips to her face, licking along her jawline until
I got to her earlobe. Here, I finally began to feel her start to melt a little
as she turned her head a bit to allow me better access down her neck. She
stiffened again when my hands felt the top button of her shorts and began
undoing them slowly.

Pushing them and her pink panties down around her ankles, I ordered her to step
out of them and kick them aside. She obeyed without comment. I had my sister
naked under my hands at last! I had to see her. I had seen her naked in her
room, but standing before me! Submitting at last to my desires! I stared at
her, gobbling her up with my eyes. The triangle of black hair at the apex of
her legs had a tiny drop of moisture on it. When I saw that, I quit hesitating.
I knew now for certain that she wanted me, too. She wasn't just generally hot.
She was hot for me. She had probably wanted me the first time she walked in on
me masturbating last fall and had just been unable to allow herself to admit
it. Her moral sense had always been more developed than mine. No matter now. I
had my hot and willing, unbelievably sexy sister in my room and I was going to
make this the best I could make it.

I took her by the shoulders and led her backwards to my bed. Placing her on her
back, I positioned myself at her face and began placing light kisses across her
forehead, her eyelids, down her cheeks, and on her mouth. After a bit, she
stirred beneath me and kissed me back, tentatively at fist but more warmly as
the minutes passed. We became passionate, kissing deeply and twining our
tongues together. Her arms came up to draw me down on top of her as she kissed
me in a most unsisterly manner.

My fingers flew as I untied my robe and set my nipples against hers, both pairs
erect. I let my hand trial down her side, cupping those marvelous breasts and
tweaking the pretty nipples. As she pushed her chest out to me, I replaced one
of my hands with my mouth, working the nipple with my tongue and nipping
lightly. She moaned under me and drew my head closer to her. I kept up my
nibbling and suckling, tracing wet lines with my tongue from one nipple to the
other and encircling each in wider and wider circles. After a while of this,
she started fidgeting. I pulled back.

"What?" I asked. "Am I hurting you?"

"More," she replied breathlessly.

"As you wish." I trailed downwards, still stroking her sides from under her
arms down her hips with my hands. My tongue was everywhere, poking
explanatorily into her belly button and roaming about her torso before it
reached the holy land at the top of her mons. She thrust her pelvis upward as
that tongue of mine had its first glorious taste of her clit. I could feel the
crinkly hair, just like I was beginning to have and I could smell the female
juices, so much like my own and yet different, and distinctly Lily. She purred
and cried out when I launched my first attack on her most secret of places,
targeting her clit. Once I had it between my lips, I worked it with my tongue,
licking, licking. My fingers stroked her swollen labia, smearing her wetness
over them, poking the tiniest bit between them. I could feel the smaller inner
lips standing up with their influx of blood and daintily touched them, the tip
of my finger running the smooth wet length of them.

The taste of her was intoxicating, better than the wine my parents let us have
on special occasions. I buried my face in her wetness and inhaled of her,
nuzzling deeply, licking from lips to clit, flicking the little knob with my
tongue. Faster and faster I licked, petting her more and more firmly with my
tongue, lips, and fingers. Harder and harder she bucked. Her breath came in
piercing little gasps from between her clenched teeth. I held on, not allowing
her powerful pelvic thrusts to throw me from my hard-won prize. Suddenly, I was
struck by a surge of fresh moisture as she began to come. How she shrieked! I
thanked my lucky stars again for Daddy's fortuitous trip to Europe, for they
would surely have heard that!

The inside of her vagina spasmed around my fingers, squeezing them over and
over with the power of her orgasm. When she relaxed, I too collapsed my face in
her sopping cunt. We both lay there and panted for a long time. I had something
to take care of, though, a fiercely smoldering clit that threatened to burn
through my underwear. Rolling off of Lily, I turned to my back and got to work
on my poor, neglected little pussy. Before I had gotten very far, though, Lily
put a hand on my arm. She looked me deeply in the eye.

"Let me," she said softly.

Amazed, I nodded and watched her silken head lower itself to my chest. She
played with my little 13-year-old boobs just as I had done so many times. I had
never had another's hands on me like this and the novel sensation nearly made
me cum right thee and there. Her deft fingers pinched and twisted more fiercely
than had mine, but I wasn't complaining. I had never expected she would go this
far. It couldn't just be fear of exposure.

At least until now it had been I who was the aggressor and she could have
perhaps stolen the pictures being taken right now to hold against me. But no,
here she was, pleasuring me as though she is enjoying herself. I lay my head
back when her lips touched my nipple and all kinds of incredible shivers went
through my body. When her fingers touched my pussy, I jumped. Her touch was
like an electric shock, it was so sudden. She teased me a good bit, lightly
stroking my lips and clit, breathing on them and letting her hair brush over
them.

Then she did something I had never even considered. She slithered about and
pushed the tip of her nipple into my pulsing wet opening. She penetrated as
deeply as she could, which wasn't much, but the idea of my lovely older
sister's breast inside me aroused me no end. She rubbed them all over my
wetness, spreading me with one hand so she could insert more. When they were
well covered, she presented them to as though they were trays of food.

"Lick them."

What could I do but obey? I licked her clean of my essence, comparing the musky
flavor to hers. I was less sweet but fresher. Once she was clean, she suddenly
resumed her position at my cunt and rammed three of her long fingers up my hole
while at the same time thumbing my erect clit firmly. Her fingers found that
rough patch inside me and violently pumped at it. A deep feeling came over me
in waves, washing through my entire body. It was different from all the orgasms
I had had in the past, deeper and far, far more powerful. It swirled together
with the sensations coming from my clit and exploded though me.

Sparks flew before my eyes, my head spun. It went on and on and on, this wild
ride! I could hear music! My whole world became Lily and the music and the
power rushing through me. Hours, years passed in moments until it ended. I was
spent. Lily brought her face next to mine, shiny with juice. She kissed me.

"What was that?" I gasped.

She laughed. "Like it? G-spot orgasm. Ought to try it for yourself sometime."

THE END


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