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[ Darkest_Fate & Tortoise ] Sister + Sister = Love

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The night steadily fell upon the city, protectively enveloping a small suburban community beside the city. It was one of those places that looked like a street from the Desperate Housewives – perfect and squeaky clean in appearance yet filled with skeletons behind closed doors. Life was peaceful, not a single house had music blasting loudly from its doors; mainly due to the incredible sound isolation. The careful mansions looked like they were out of a magazine, with a lawn cut down to the millimeter, the bushes a perfect composition of diverse flowers.

In one of those houses life was absolutely normal. Well, almost. The happy family of four was separated for the weekend as the parents left for an urgent business related affair, leaving their daughters on their own with the older sister in charge. The older sister was twenty, living with her parents until she was to finish college and start off a career. That night, however, her head was far from the textbooks and essays. No, Denise’s head was pressed up against her boyfriend’s one as the couple rested on her bed in a tight embrace, their lips hungrily caressing each other, their tongue intertwined.

The young woman was on top of her boy toy, James, shamelessly grinding down against the growing bulge in his pants. Low, sweet moans escaped her lips and mixed with his occasional ones. The couple was clearly having too much fun to pay attention to minor details such as the fact that their door was open. “Oh god, babe,” the male whispered in a lust coated voice. “Shut up,” the girl replied in a melodious, deep, sultry voice, a smile appearing on her full lips before they smashed against the male’s ones.

Denise’s boyfriend, truth to be told, was getting on her nerves that day and the only way she had of getting rid of those feelings was…well, sex. She has been with him for a year, the record so far, and she was finding it increasingly hard to remain faithful. No, it wasn’t that she was a slut; she simply liked physical proximity with men – and occasionally women, although she never went beyond first base and light groping. The thing was, no man has ever managed to satisfy her.

Either way, at that very moment she was surprisingly satisfied with her boyfriend’s performance and had no idea that her sister was even home. It was for that reason that she had no problem with the fact that she was left in her white lacy bra and a matching thong despite the fact that her boyfriend was still fully dressed. It wasn't as though she generally bothered to hide her body either, of course. She knew that it was incredibly well sculpted and worked very hard to get there. The slim legs, the stomach with a shadow from her abs, the round firm ass - those were the things she worked extremely hard to get to the point where they were. Her small height and D cup breasts were the only thing preventing her from getting to the runway.
 
The sight of her sister making out with a hot guy hypnotized Monica. The younger sister stood in the doorway, staring. Not that she'd started with her wide opened gaze, no. She'd started by figuring she'd sneak up on her sister. Surprise her by coming home early from swim practice. So Monica had been stealthy, moving through the house till she'd reached the door. The noises made her pause. Stunned, Monica's mouth fell open and she stared at the scene.

It was common knowledge that the sisters were hot. most of the boys actually called them "smoking." While Monica might not have her sister's breasts or compact body, she still had the same dark complexion. They both bested hair that looked lifted out of a shampoo commercial. Plus the girls had flirty looks and pouts down to an art, mostly thanks to giggling practice sessions. Yet Monica had never seen her sister in quite a situation like this, nor had she ever been in one.

After several seconds, Monica found herself squirming, her tongue going to lick her lips. Would kissing a boy feel good? For that matter, would kissing anyone feel good? Monica had subscribed to her sister's philosophy of teasing and bouncing from boy to boy. Unfortunately, most of the boys wound up looking at the older, more experienced sister and jumping ship. It sometimes bothered Monica, but she also knew that Denise didn't mean to do it. Yet, this, this was...

Finally Monica did the sensible thing. she might be flushed, she might be enjoying watching, but she also figured it to be quite wrong. The girl raised a fist to her mouth and coughed slightly, hoping to catch their attention and possibly break up the oh so wonderful scene before her.
 
Denise’s supple body shifted about on her boyfriend’s larger body, her hands slowly sliding down his toned chest and to the zipper of his pants to free the impressive bulge. Generally perceptive to such things, at that point she was completely oblivious to a person staring at the couple’s debaucheries. “I want you,” she uttered against the kiss, something only he could possibly make out since from far it probably sounded like an odd moan.

The boy replied with the same words, completely at his girlfriend’s mercy. Suddenly, however, a single cough ruined the sexy, erotic atmosphere in the room, making it downright awkward. The only problem was that Denise was still hot and bothered. Her boyfriend, oddly enough, almost instantly lost most of his erection, looking up at her with an embarrassed expression. It was the one thing she absolutely loved about him. Most other guys would have suggestively wiggled their eyebrows as if to ask for a threesome with the two smoking hot sisters. This one looked like a rabbit cornered by a snake.
Nonetheless, he sat up, smiling meekly at Monica. “Um..hey,” the blonde, blue eyed Australian uttered before turning his gaze to Denise, screening her expression. Denise meanwhile glared at her sister tiredly. What in the world was she even thinking, just standing there and staring? Denise’s expression told the other girl that she needed a damned good reason to have interrupted her.

Without bothering to cover up, she stood up, sighing. She too was losing the arousal. Nonetheless, she let her boyfriend stay there just in case she could get rid of the little sister. "Hey, what's so urgent?" Denise wondered, studying Monica with a fairly annoyed expression.
 
"Hey," Monica nearly squeaked. She shifted. Denise wasn't the only one who'd gotten worked up, and worse, Monica felt a little embarrassed to have done so. They had a word for what she'd just been doing: voyeurism. Even someone as relatively inexperienced as Monica knew that was considered wrong, rude, and just a little weird. Yet she still struggled not to look at her sister's boyfriend's crotch. Instead she focused upon her sister, who Monica now noticed, was clad only in a bra and a thong. Quite a sexy bra and thong. Yeah, Monica turned red.

"Uh, I, uh, nothing was urgent. I was, just, I came back from swim practice early, and, uh, I wanted to talk to you, and stuff," managed Monica. She shifted, biting her lip. Yes, this was certainly embarrassing all around. "Um, Mom and Dad are out right now... did you, um, ah, nevermind. I could, um, just go to my room and, uh, turn up some loud music, or, uh, something."

Monica licked her lips, bit them, shifted, and generally looked quite embarrassed herself. What exactly were you supposed to say or do when you found your sister and her boyfriend about to get sexy? "Hey, can I join in?" "Want me to lock the door and turn up some music?" "I've got a camera, point me to where you want it?" Yeah, definitely not what Monica wanted to do. The girl coughed once more, looking away.

"Yeah, I think I'd better go..." she offered. More like run as fast as she could as far away as possible.
 
Denise listened to her sister’s stuttering and instantly felt bad for being annoyed with her. Certainly, she interrupted what would have been incredibly hot sex, yet it wasn’t as though it happened rarely with Denise and James. The couple was at it just about everywhere, including public spaces although they managed to avoid getting caught for an entire year.

No, instead of feeling bad Denise felt guilty. She was supposed to watch over her sister for the weekend, until their parents came home. What was she doing? Acting like one of those hooker mothers who would tell their kids to go watch the television while they went at it with their clients or simply guy-friends. “Yeah, you should,” Denise nodded and waited for her sister to leave before turning to her boyfriend.

She leaned down, pressing her lips to his briefly before sitting up again. “Babe…I think you should go,” she mumbled and her boyfriend nodded understandingly and quickly stood up, his erection subdued. “Should I come back?” He wondered with a grin, kissing her nose. “I’ll call you,” she shook her head and waved at him as he left the house with haste.

Denise meanwhile pressed her palms to her forehead, sighing. She felt increasingly awful. She knew that her sister didn’t go far with boys, and she knew that she was partially responsible for it although the last thing she wanted to do was for those guys to run after her. Heck, she was older than them.

Quickly pulling on a tank top and a pair of short shorts, she walked over to Monica’s room, knocking on the door. The need to apologize was growing by the second. “Monica?” She called out, leaning up against the doorway for a moment before pushing the door open. “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier,” she sighed, walking into the sister’s bedroom.
 
"Okay," muttered Monica, skittering out. She nearly ran to her room, shutting the door behind her. The girl hurried over to jerk on some loud music, trusting the current pop tunes to drown out the inevitable sound of her sister's hot love making. It just wasn't fair sometimes. How was it that Denise could get those super hot, super sexy guys to ravish her, while Monica couldn't even get touched by a guy. Hmm, touching. well, nothing said that little sister couldn't enjoy herself a little while the big sister got her brains screwed out.

Monica reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, then slid a slim hand in there. Her fingers began playing with her sex, flicking and teasing as Monica knew full well she enjoyed. she began moaning too, her body growing hot with lust.

Of course, she didn't know that Denise had instead opted to be nice. The knock made Monica jump sky high. She leaped to her feet, hastily buttoning her shorts. She dove for some hand creme, rubbing it all over her hand, hoping to douse the smell of her own sex. Monica had just started spraying jets of perfume into the air when her sister came in.

But perfume and lotion couldn't hide the flush of an aroused girl, nor the shine that came into Monica's eyes. Still, she smiled, tucking her hands behind her back as she faced her sister. "It's no big. I'm the one who was all staring and stuff. Not your fault you wanted some alone time with him. Heck, if I had him to myself, I'd probably want some alone time. He was hot. Err... not that I want to steal your boyfriend or anything. I was just... yeah."

Monica swallowed, licking her lips. She forced a smile. "So, where is your sexy Australian? You send him to the Outback or is he going to pull a boomerang... okay, that was just horrible. I'm going to shut up now."

Not likely, but Monica was going to try.
 
Denise studied her sister as though she completely lost it. Why in the world would she be spraying perfume all over the room while loud music blasted from the stereo and the bed looked as though it has been used? Glancing up at Monica’s face, she studied her sister’s flustered expression and the faint scent of arousal in the room.

The rest wasn’t too complicated. She knew the fact alone all too well. For a few moments, Denise listened to her sister’s rambling, trying to figure out what was going on. She understood why the girl could have stood there staring – James did make quite a show, but that she was so aroused from it? The words about her boyfriend being hot triggered a suspicious expression on her face, Denise assuming that her sister wanted her boyfriend. She was trying not to look at that deliciously large bulge in his pants earlier on.

“Oh, dear, I’m not worried. The boy thinks we’ll get married and breed kangaroos,” she replied playfully. “So all attempts at stealing him are doomed,” she shrugged with a falsely humble expression. Truth was, James was the only guy she actually trusted…well, in the world. She met him during the first year of college and they had been friends for a year and a half before he found the guts to tell her how he felt. It made things complicated for her, since it was extremely hard to break something like that off.

“But do avoid referring to him as sexy, I am very territorial,” she smiled although she was half serious. “And…it’s not my boyfriend that got you so worked up, right?” She arched an eyebrow, her usual seductive expression playing on her face as she walked up to her sister, cupping one of the burning cheeks of hers.
 
Okay, Denise looked entirely too smug. Something was up. Something that was probably not good for Monica. was she that pissed about her boyfriend? Not like it was entirely Monica's fault. She already started thinking up dozens of different excuses to offer, figuring that one ought to work, even on someone as stubborn as Denise.

while she thought, Monica also listened. She laughed, if a little forcefully, at Denise's joke, and nodded in agreement, before lifting both hands in a gesture of surrender. "I get it, kangaroo boy is off limits. Not like he'd be interested in little sis anyway. He's got that to fondle, obviously."

And Monica waved her hand at her sister's body. Seriously, what guy would bother with another girl when someone like Denise was giving into him? It was really easy for Monica to picture her sister as she'd been only a few moments earlier. Flushed. Nearly naked. Rocking upon someone's body, moving dangerously close to a throbbing member. Yeah, definitely not good thoughts for calming down.

"Gotcha, not sexy. He's just incredibly cute with an accent that's just to die... what?" Monica blinked at her sister, gasping. "I'm not. Who said I was worked up? I'm not worked up. I'm just, uh, flushed from swimming practice. Yeah, that's it. Swimming practice and the embarrassment of seeing you naked. Because, like, you're my sister and totally not smoking hot when nearly naked. So there," Monica ended her obvious cover up by sticking her tongue at her sister and moving toward her bed, flopping on it. Hopefully they could just drop it and pretend nothing ever happened...
 
Denise laughed as her sister kept on enumerating her boyfriend’s qualities, trying to figure out whether the girl was taunting or defying her. Of course there was also the possibility of the poor child being actually flustered. Although the girls were merely two years or so apart, Denise had been active for years, while for a reason beyond her Monica seemed to be a virgin. The older sister never managed to figure that one out. Moni was extremely hot, the expressions and grins they practiced worked on every guy for her and she saw no reason for which it wouldn’t work for the younger girl. Shaking her head, she smirked.

“Ah, yes. I do have a good taste in men,” she replied teasingly, stretching out slightly with a lazy expression. God, she was still so damned horny after her encounter with James. Her lower body was still throbbing, dripping wet. “Mhm…I can’t wait for you to get to college. We’ll be the hottest thing around campus,” she stated with dreamy expression.

However, the expression was cut short by Monica’s explanation of why she was so flustered. “Oh, please. I know that face,” she stated, taking a seat next to her sister. She leaned back slightly, partially resting against Monica’s stomach. Her hand meanwhile snuck up to poke her sister’s boob. “So why am I the only one bringing sexy Australian boys home, and you’re taking baths in perfume and hand cream?” She questioned with a defiant grin, letting her sister know that she knew what she was up to no matter how hard she tried to cover it up. “You’re not a virgin, are you? How far did you get with a guy?” She questioned, her bright blue gaze trailing over to her sister’s one.
 
As Denise stretched, Monica looked over. She too could see the signs of arousal and knew when someone hadn't gotten off as they'd expected to. Denise looked as flushed as Monica felt, plus if the other girl wasn't mistaken, those were the uneasy movements of someone fighting off horniness.

Then Denise moved over, resting against Monica's stomach. the sudden touch felt oddly good against the aroused girl, and the prodding of her breast only made things worse. Flushing even more, Monica leaned over and jabbed her sister in the breast. "Probably because I'm not stacked and flaunting it," lied the girl. Okay, so Monica wasn't quite as endowed as her sister. Still had plenty to play with. Plus they both knew they knew how to flirt, and the rumors, and everything else.

Shifting on the bed, rubbing her legs together, Monica tried to look away. "Okay, yeah, I'm, I'm still a virgin, okay? It's not like I haven't tried, but most of my boys are all like 'your sister is hot,' or they say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Remember Victor? He actually got to third, but the doof squirted before he could do anything. I got pissed and kicked him out...."

Monica stopped, realizing that this was far more than she usual shared with her sister. Frowning, she narrowed her eyes. "Why? You thinking of setting me up?" Now Monica grinned. "You could always let me borrow James for a while..."
 
Denise winced when Monica jabbed her sensitive breast, causing her to gasp. “Hey, watch it, these need to be handled with care,” she laughed, arching her eyebrows. The reason her sister was giving her was absolutely ridiculous. So what? Some of her friends hardly had breasts bigger than a teen girl and still managed to get laid quite often. “Oh, please. Why wouldn’t I flaunt them? And are you saying that all there is to me are my boobs?” She shook her head with a falsely offended air.

The following confession took Denise aback. It honestly sucked that her sister had to go through that. She would have hated her sister if things went that way for her. “I see…,” she mumbled, dragging her teeth over her lower lip. “You got pissed ‘cause a guy came too early?” She laughed, shaking her head. “Wow, someone’s bitchy,” she pointed out, the following suggestion causing her open expression to momentarily grow shut.

“James is mine,” she stated, shaking her head. “Honestly, I’ve been dating the guy for a year, and you’re trying to take him away?” She questioned with a dramatic air, biting on her thumb as she considered her sister’s previous words.

“If you want a guy from college, I could,” she nodded, smirking. “But then…Those are ruthless, most don’t do virgins. Plus, they like an experienced touch,” she purred, her hand sliding along her sister’s stomach while she leaned over with an air of a panther about to pounce on its prey.

“You need practice before you get anywhere, and honestly, you should hurry up with that ‘cause sister or not, I don’t like women ogling my man,” she grinned at the last part yet the first one was dead serious. “Don’t you have some girlfriends who would have fun with you?” She questioned in a relatively sexy voice, tilting her head to observe the girl, her hand resting on her sister's waistband.
 
Monica frowned, certainly not appreciating being laughed at. To make matters worse, Denise did have a point. Perhaps it was, no, no perhaps, it was an excuse and Monica knew it. The younger girl just rolled her eyes at her sister's comment though. Of course there was more to Denise than her boobs. You only had to look at her to see that, let alone being with her long enough to know that there was more than what lay at the surface.

The next bit though, that took Monica a bit by surprise. It seemed like Denise was almost contemplating something, and Monica watched to see if she'd guessed right there. Soon though, Denise was making snide comments, earning a light punch from her sister.

"Aww, you mean you're not willing to share? Are you afraid that little sister's going to tire him out?" teased Monica. Like she could really exhaust one of her sister's boyfriends. Much more likely that said boyfriend would grow tired of poor Monica in a few minutes and leave her still unsatisfied and sitting on the floor. Definitely not what Monica wanted to be thinking about.

"Oh, you mean like yours?" replied Monica, she looked to her sister, only to find that the older girl had climbed over her, leaning. There was a predatory look to Denise now, one that made Monica swallow. It was... well, it was hot. What had she been saying? Oh, right, practice.

"Yeah, because guys are going to love to want to practice on a girl. I've done some seducing, thank you very much," she replied. But Denise kept moving up, and now she'd used her sexy voice, touching Monica. It made the younger girl gulp, especially as she considered the words. Again: Denise was hot. Even Monica saw that. worse, both girls were keyed up. "Heh, I'm sure I do. They'd probably blow their tops if I asked them though. Could you imagine the look on Kelly's face if I suggested practicing? Nope, I'm out of options. I'll just have to stay an unskilled virgin for life. Nunnery bound and everything. Real shame too, since my sister's obviously some kind of sex kitten."
 
[[ So sorry! I was very busy and sick lately, I hope you still want to RP. :3 ]]


Denise studied her sister with an air of lassitude when the latter talked about her boyfriend again. She shook her head tiredly, sighing. “Idiot child,” she nudged her side, chuckling. “There are two things I’ll never share with you, my boyfriends and my car,” she grinned at Monica. Denise’s car was in fact something she was proud of – and never shared. She worked for it for years, collecting every cent she could from her allowances and jobs, and finally her parents added the rest of the money and bought her the shiny new Audi. Of course most of the money was from their parents, yet she was proud nonetheless.

Half resting on top of her poor little sister, Denise considered her words. The guys thing was a bit far-fetched she realized, as for the girls…Although Monica would never know, she did practice with her best friend at some point. However, she liked it more than she should have, and stopped right there and then.

And at that very moment, for some reason, she wanted to do it again. Her lower body was throbbing, both because it was left unsatisfied and because she was genuinely turned on. Her sister was incredibly pretty, and her perky little body looked like it would be so much fun to toy with…Denise found herself swallowing and arching her eyebrows, flashing a relaxed grin at her sister.

“Mhm…I suppose. Kelly’s a prude,” she shrugged with a chuckle. “Nunnery bound sounds like a blast though,” she nodded with a playfully serious air. Truth was, she really did want to help out her little sister. “Sex kitten?” Denise laughed, adding a soft purr and a cute ‘meow’. “I don’t want a nun of a sister though,” she shook her head.

“Hm…That sucks,” she stated and leaned forward slightly, only to kiss her sister’s nose before sitting up again, her hand absently caressing her flat stomach. It was so taut and…She shook her head again, trying to figure out what it was about that night that was making her so damned hot and bothered. “Want to practice with me?” She offered, grinning at her sister playfully enough to it to be a joke, despite the hint of seriousness in her eyes.

Denise studied her sister with an air of lassitude when the latter talked about her boyfriend again. She shook her head tiredly, sighing. “Idiot child,” she nudged her side, chuckling. “There are two things I’ll never share with you, my boyfriends and my car,” she grinned at Monica. Denise’s car was in fact something she was proud of – and never shared. She worked for it for years, collecting every cent she could from her allowances and jobs, and finally her parents added the rest of the money and bought her the shiny new Audi. Of course most of the money was from their parents, yet she was proud nonetheless.

Half resting on top of her poor little sister, Denise considered her words. The guys thing was a bit far-fetched she realized, as for the girls…Although Monica would never know, she did practice with her best friend at some point. However, she liked it more than she should have, and stopped right there and then.

And at that very moment, for some reason, she wanted to do it again. Her lower body was throbbing, both because it was left unsatisfied and because she was genuinely turned on. Her sister was incredibly pretty, and her perky little body looked like it would be so much fun to toy with…Denise found herself swallowing and arching her eyebrows, flashing a relaxed grin at her sister.

“Mhm…I suppose. Kelly’s a prude,” she shrugged with a chuckle. “Nunnery bound sounds like a blast though,” she nodded with a playfully serious air. Truth was, she really did want to help out her little sister. “Sex kitten?” Denise laughed, adding a soft purr and a cute ‘meow’. “I don’t want a nun of a sister though,” she shook her head.

“Hm…That sucks,” she stated and leaned forward slightly, only to kiss her sister’s nose before sitting up again, her hand absently caressing her flat stomach. It was so taut and…She shook her head again, trying to figure out what it was about that night that was making her so damned hot and bothered. “Want to practice with me?” She offered, grinning at her sister playfully enough to it to be a joke, despite the hint of seriousness in her eyes.
 
"Oh really?" replied Monica with a grin. "Better not check your dash then; that's where I hid all the tickets I got."

Like Monica would be stupid enough to borrow her sister's car. There were some lines that you just never crossed, and that was one of them. Besides, Denise kept insane track of that thing. Monica couldn't have gotten away with "borrowing" it even if she'd wanted to, which she hadn't. Even at their best, the two sisters weren't that close.

Except for now, apparently, since Denise had decided to almost crawl on top of her younger sister. Monica, aroused as she was, found herself squirming, noticing the taut lines of her sister's firm body. Guys everywhere drooled after the beautiful girl. Why not engage in a few practice rounds? wasn't like anyone would ever find out. and had it just gotten hot in here, or was Monica losing it?

"Nunnery all the way," agreed Monica, fighting against the urges that were beginning to rise up within her. If only Denise had let her relieve that stress before coming in and rubbing all over. Now Monica's already turned on body was screaming at her, demanding release in whatever fashion could be managed. Especially if it could be managed at the hands of the extremely hot girl laying atop her. Said girl kissed Monica's nose, before again rubbing her hand along the younger girl's taut stomach. Swim practice worked wonders there.

Practice? Monica swallowed. Had Denise read her mind, somehow? "Uh, what did you have in mind, exactly?" asked Monica, desperately trying not to sound too intrigued by the proposition.
 
Denise laughed at the comment about her dash, sticking her tongue at her sister. It was odd how pheromones could change a person’s behaviour, even in relation to their sibling. The usual love-hate relationship was replaced, albeit temporarily, with a need to be closer to Monica. She didn’t quite understand it or the implications of her proposition.

Nonetheless, the hint of intrigue in Monica’s tone and her response to Denise’s taunt lead the girl to seriously consider the possibility or releasing all the pent up desire on her. She has never done anything with another girl, and never even considered doing things to her little sister, but the situation was just too tempting.

Sliding a hand up, she tucked a few strands of hair behind Monica’s ear, her warm gaze trailing over hers. “Let me go make a call to the convent,” she grinned, her hand sliding up her sister’s taut stomach. That stomach alone was enough to make her consider taking up swimming lessons. Following a brief moment of hesitation, she let her hand slide on top of the lump of flesh that was Monica’s chest, slowly trailing over it. When her palm touched her sister’s nipple, the girl almost let out a moan. There was something arousing about the softness and warmth of a female body.

“Well, I mean…If it’s between straight girls, it doesn’t really count,” she offered, biting on her lower lip almost nervously. She was offering her own sister sex. How much lower could a person fall? Despite her apparent nervousness, however, her hand persisted on her sister’s chest, delivering it a light squeeze, her thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.
 
Denise's hands went to Monica's ear, tucking that strand of hair. The doubtlessly sensual gesture made Monica swallow, her throat suddenly going dry. As if that hadn't been enough to convince her of Denise's intention, Monica felt a hand glide up her stomach. Her breath sucked in, her heart pointed, and she moaned as the nipple went underneath a palm. The touch was gentle, plying, asking rather than demanding. Asking in a manner that suggested heated couplings and writhing bodies. The image of her sister atop the boyfriend appeared unbidden to Monica's mind, and she desperately fought against it taking over.

"Right, two straight girls," agreed Monica quickly. Yes, that made perfect sense. Monica could get a little bit of training in, learn how to please the boys, release this incredible pressure, and it wouldn't even count. It was with her sister, after all. Her sister. Her sister Denise was clearly making gestures of arousal upon Monica, and the younger girl was responding quite willingly to the actions .She swallowed, shifting her head so that her hair fell backward behind her. The girl scooted closer, moving in. Leaning forward, Monica lightly kissed her sister's cheek. She pulled back, grinning cheekily.

"Just a little practice between us girls, right?" Monica leaned forward, bumping her forehead against Denise's. The smile returned, brighter than ever. "You looked so hot with him. I can see why the boys never keep their hands off you."

Monica raised her hands to trail along her sister's body, feeling those delightful curves and the perfect form. She'd always been so jealous of Denise. That had even been part of the reason why she'd been so willing to take up swimming. Now though, now she could see what her sister was aiming for. Designing a body for this kind of heat.

"Where do we start?'
 
Desiree nervously nodded when Monica agreed with her. She struggled to believe her own words, highly doubtful that their parents would have agreed with her logic. Nonetheless, her sister’s supple form underneath her was so enticing that she couldn’t help herself. Shifting slightly, she lifted the rest of her body onto the bed, resting on top of her sister. Her hands rested above her sister’s shoulders to hold her up, her legs folded by each side of Monica’s hips. Her breathing was once again growing heavier, the sensuality and beauty of her sister suddenly getting to her.

She honestly had no idea how any boy could pass up on all of that. The cute, perky breasts, the taut stomach, and that ass…Desiree shook it off. They were just practicing after all; it didn’t mean that all of a sudden her and her sisters became lovers or anything. It was as innocent as sex could get. Her sister’s kiss onto the girl’s cheek destroyed whatever conscience or guilt she might have had, her gaze once again filling up with sheer lust.

“Yeah,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly. One of Desiree’s hands slid down to rest on her sister’s waist, slowly sliding along the side of her body. Her palm caressed the side of her sister’s left breast, her fingertips lightly trailing in small circular motions along the small bit of her without ever sliding past the small mountain. “I can think of a few things,” she whispered, her warm breath breaking against her sister’s lips.

She slowly leaned forward, her lips lightly touching her sister’s. There were no words to describe the electricity the light grazes sent coursing through her body. Nonetheless, she kept the kisses light and unpretentious, letting the tension build up no matter how much her body was aching for more.
 
The younger sister smiled up at the older, her body already buzzing, hormones and blood sending out all the right signals to the girl. It was impossible to look at Desiree without thinking decidedly sexual thoughts. That said sexual girl happened to be hovering over Monica now, with a look in her eye that promised all kinds of things, well, it was enough to make Monica already start to squirm. Desiree's head tilted slightly; Monica smiled. A hand went to the girl's waist, and Monica's breathing went quicker. It moved up, moving slightly up the small mounting, small circular motions moving about the small mound. The thrill of it made Monica's eyes widen. Her hands went up to run along Desiree's sides, wondering if she should be doing the same thing. This was supposed to be a learning experience, right?

"Same here," breathed Monica. Breath upon breath, lips upon lips. And the two girls were sending light grazes. Monica immediately responded to the kissing, kissing back as softly as possible. Her own tension was beginning to build, mounting inside her greater and greater. Her hands quested over Desiree's curvy form, playing about hips, looking for something to do. The girl gasped, her lips sliding off for a moment as her body bowed against her sister's. This tension, this delight, this sensuality, it nearly threatened to kill her senses completely.

"God, Desiree," moaned Monica. She arched again, before sliding up, kissing her sister hard. "No wonder the boys keep exploding around you."

The girl's hunger was driving her now. Her lips went to her sister's, nearly devouring them. A bit of plump flesh slid between teeth, nibbled slightly by the still squirming Monica. The girl's motions were frenetic, desperate, and obviously untargeted, but her lust and her want was being communicated quite well. Plus those hands kept questing, looking for something to do.
 
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