AUTHOR: readnaked TITLE: Izzy and Maddy - Young Sisters SUMMARY: Two young sisters discover their father's forgotten porn magazine stash, and spend a night exploring themselves, and each other, for the first time, leading to mind-blowing discoveries. KEYWORDS: ff, inc, first Author's Note: Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. I do not condone any illegal activities. If you like my story, please provide feedback - this is my first one, and I very much enjoyed writing it. I couldn't find anything similar, but I'll admit, it's hard to search sometimes. oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO "Hey, are you awake?" "Yeah. Why?" "What are you doing?" "... nothing." Maddy knew her sister wasn't telling the truth, but she hesitated before asking again. "You've got a flashlight on under your blanket. What for?" "It's a secret." Her sister sounded a little breathless, like she'd just run up the stairs. Their parents had sent them to bed almost two hours ago, and while Maddy had fallen asleep quickly, it was obvious that her younger sister Isabelle had been up for some time. The two girls, fourteen and thirteen, had shared a room since before they could remember. It had gone through many changes over the years - now it was painted a peach color, with many bookshelves and only the occassional photo of some teen heartthrob taped to the wall. Their interest in boys had only just recently begun to develop. "A secret from me?" Maddy asked, frowning. "Please? I won't tell anybody." Isabelle shifted, switching off the flashlight and shuffling what sounded like paper, tucking it under her pillow. “I’ll get in trouble if anybody finds out. Dad got so mad at me the last time he caught me snooping in the garage, he’ll yell at me for sure.” “But I didn’t tell him you were looking around! Besides, mom and dad are asleep. Please?” Maddy asked again, propping herself up on her elbows. She could see her little sister faintly in the moonlight from the window. Isabelle’s light brown hair was messy, spread out on her pillow, and she was staring up at the ceiling. The girls looked similar, with the same hair and blue-grey eyes, but Maddy’s was cut a bit shorter. After a few moments of silence, Isabelle looked over to her sister. “Promise you won’t tell? It’s kind of gross.” Maddy’s face puckered up a little, and she giggled. “Gross like blood? Did you get your period finally?” “Ew, no!” cried Izzy softly, throwing a stuffed cat at her sister. “But kind of like that. I guess.” “Well, tell me!” Maddy demanded quietly, turning to prop her head up on her hand, watching her sister. “I promise I won’t think it’s gross.” Izzy sat up, seemingly wide awake and almost excited to have someone to talk to. “So I was going through Dad’s garage again, right? And way up on the top shelves, above his tool bench, was this big stack of magazines.” Izzy was always snooping around the house, trying to find secrets. That was how she’d discovered that Santa wasn’t real; she found presents deep in a closet that later came addressed from Santa under the tree. Even though that had been sad for Izzy, she never stopped looking around other people’s stuff. Maddy had similar curiosity, but was always afraid of getting caught, so she let her sister do the searching. “There were a few different types, but I could already tell - they were porno mags.” Maddy snickered nervously. “’Porno mags’? Like Playboy?” Izzy shook her head, her hair swinging across her oversized tee-shirt. “Not Playboy. There was one called Juggs, but that was kind of boring. Just like, ladies with their shirts off? I mean, they had big boobs, but that’s all. The other one was different, it’s called Hustler.” Maddy thought for a moment, trying to recall if the name sounded familiar. “Never heard of it. What’s it like?" Even in the faint moonlight, Maddy could see Izzy’s cheeks get dark. “It’s pretty... like, they show a lot, I guess. Girls and guys. Doing stuff." Maddy felt a spike of adrenaline that made her heart skip. “Like sex?” “Mhmm,” said Izzy, staring at the carpet as she toyed with her blanket. Maddy took a deep breath. She’d started hearing things at school about sex, and some of the girls had even talked about masturbating. It fascinated her, but she’d been too nervous to really ask any questions, or even explore any of the things she’d heard. If she thought about things, she often felt a bit of a throb between her legs, but had never tried touching herself. She didn’t know the first thing about what to do even if she’d tried, but her curiosity was growing every day. “Can I see?” Izzy looked up, startled. “You don’t think it’s gross?” Maddy shrugged, looking embarrassed. “I dunno. I haven’t seen much, but I hear things sometimes and it sounds... interesting. Besides, you've been looking at it, and we share everything!” Her mouth quirked up a little, and she grinned at her sister. “So can I see?” Izzy smiled and grabbed the flashlight from under her pillow, pulling out a thick magazine with it. Throwing back her covers, she crept across the room and slid in bed with her sister. Giggling quietly, the girls pulled the covers over their heads, creating a warm fort that was quickly lit by Izzy’s flashlight. The girls sat cross legged, their cotton panties peeking from underneath their large tee-shirts. The magazine, a Hustler from the late eighties, sat on the mattress between them. While Izzy held the beam of light on the pages, Maddy flipped open the cover. Izzy had only been through the first few pages, which was mostly just the table of contents, and a few ads. Even the small photos on the ads made Maddy's stomach flutter, matching Izzy's exitement. Following that were a series of raunchy jokes, which they didn’t understand entirely. After the letters to the editor, there was a fairly long erotic story about a woman seducing a mechanic, which expanded their sexual vocabularies vastly in just that night. And then began the big photos - explicit photos. Women with large breasts and skimpy lingerie, laying on satin beds with their legs spread for the photographer. One of the first models, with long manicured fingernails, had her hands between her legs and was spreading open her pussy for the camera. Izzy reached out tentatively, stroking the photo. “Does yours look like this?” she asked, forgetting to be nervous. “Mine doesn’t have any hair,” Maddy answered. “I looked at myself in Mom’s hand mirror one day in her bathroom. What about you?” Izzy shrugged. “I haven’t looked in a mirror. Just kind of like, looked down at it.” Maddy turned the page, and the question was forgotten. The next photos of the model included a naked man, with a large penis. The sisters giggled a little at the sight of him, but when the man’s penis was pictured halfway in the woman’s pussy, Maddy cringed, even as she felt a warm flush of heat through her body. “That looks like it’d hurt,” she said, shifting uncomfortably. “You ok?” asked Izzy, glancing up shyly at her older sister. She looked over her sister’s body, Maddy's small breasts poking at the cotton of the shirt she wore to bed. After seeing the woman in the magazine, her sister’s chest looked small, but seeing the sexual way the woman was presented in the magazine gave her a whole new perspective on Maddy’s feminine little form. Izzy's own chest was barely rounded, but she could feel her nipples, tiny hard buds as they rubbed against her night shirt. Maddy glanced over, giving her sister a similar once-over. “Yeah. Just makes me feel a little funny to see all this, you know?” Izzy nodded, smiling, and she shifted closer to her sister. “Me, too. Not bad funny, though. It’s good.” The girls flipped more pages, and the warmth in their little blanket tent increased. The photo series of the man and the woman ended, and there was a huge, fold-out photo of a beautiful woman spreading her pussy open, a look of ecstasy on her heavily made-up face. Izzy’s hand moved between her own legs, seemingly without her knowlege, and she gently pressed her palm against the heat that was rising there. Maddy, watching her sister, noted a tiny damp spot on the crotch of Izzy’s panties, but she declined to comment on it. The last photo series was of two women, and at first, both girls seemed shocked. This wasn’t what Maddy had heard from the girls at school - that was always a boy and a girl. These women... they were exploring each other. “Wow,” breathed Izzy. Her palm was still pressed against her panties, and she licked her lips, wetting them. “That looks crazy.” Maddy made a sound of assent, flipping back and forth between two pages. In one photo, a beautiful, curvy brunette had a slender blonde woman’s breast in her mouth, her cheeks looking hollow from sucking on the large, dark areola. Her other hand was between the blonde woman’s legs, which were spread for the camera. Long slender fingers had spread the woman’s pussy lips apart, and one fingertip was gently pressed against a tiny bud of flesh at the top of the pink, wet slit. The light brown pubic hair was glistening slightly, and the slim blonde had an expression of pleasure on her face. In the second and third photos, the blonde woman was laying against on a bed with her legs over the edge, and the curvy dark haired beauty was kneeling at the end of the bed. Instead of sucking on the blonde woman’s chest, her tongue and lips were pressed against the wet pink pussy. Her fingers were still holding the plump lips apart, but her mouth was covering the tiny pink button from the first photo. Under her breath, Maddy muttered "That's her clit, I bet," trying out one of the new words they had just learned. Next, it showed the brunette with her tongue out, slipped into the slick hole just below the pink bud, which was darker and swollen. The blonde’s face was ecstatic, and the brunette’s expression was one of hunger. The girls lingered on these two pages by some unspoken agreement. Izzy finally pulled her hand away from her crotch and twisted her fingers nervously between her crossed legs. Maddy saw the dark patch of dampness had spread on her sister’s panties, and hesitantly snuck her own small hand towards her own underwear. In spite of the throbbing she had been feeling as they had gone through the magazine, Maddy was slightly surprised to feel a small wet spot on her own panties. She pressed slightly harder, and her entire body jumped in surprise at the shock of sensation she received as her small fingers brushed against her clit through the thin cotton. “You okay?” Izzy asked quickly, her heart pounding. The funny feeling she’d started to get at first had increased as the pages turned, and her body was feeling pleasantly tight and wound-up. The pressure of her palm against her pussy had helped alleviate some of the sensation, but seeing her own sister’s flushed face and swollen lips, combined with the photos in the magazine, made her skin tingle and ache for something unknown. “Yeah,” Maddy panted. “I just... everything feels really good right now." Izzy nodded her agreement, glancing from her own crotch to her sister's. "We're all wet. Did you pee a little?" she asked, embarrassed. Maddy shook her head, lifting her shirt slightly to look down at her crotch. "Nah... but everything is really sensitive down there. I think it's like how those ladies look really slippery, too, you know?" Izzy squirmed, pressing her hips down against the sheets. "They look like they're having fun... do you want to try this maybe?” She was shocked at her bluntness, but she could feel the energy from her sister’s body matching her own, and who better to ask than her own sister? She looked up at Maddy, who was staring at Izzy's damp crotch unashamedly. Maddy nodded, and reached over to her sister’s leg, gently resting her hand on Izzy’s thigh. “You sure?” Izzy nodded in return, laying the flashlight down on top of the magazine, with the beam shining between the two of them. It left dark shadows, but enough light to see. Izzy placed her hands on the bed behind her, leaning back slightly, and loosened her legs from their indian-style position. With innocent eagerness, Maddy’s fingertips slid up Izzy’s thigh quickly, brushing against the heat nestled there. Izzy gasped immediately, jumping like her sister had when she'd touched herself, and she flush of heat between her legs. "I just got wet again, huh?" she whispered to her sister, who nodded in reply. She watched Maddy’s fingers stroke up and down her cotton panties, exploring the small folds and curves of her pussy through the fabric. This gentle touching made Izzy’s heart pound faster, and she fought to keep a whimper from escaping. “Can I take them off?” Maddy asked, glancing up at her sister, who nodded. Izzy unfolded her legs and lifted her hips, and Maddy gently hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties, tugging them down Izzy’s pale, slender thighs. She left them on one of her sister’s ankles so they wouldn’t get lost, and after a moment, she lifted the hem of Izzy’s shirt, as well. “This, too?” Izzy pulled it over her head, messing her hair and shifting the blanket that still covered both of the young girls. After a moment of adjustment for both of them, Maddy looked at her little sister’s slim body. Izzy was still leaning back on her arms, with her tiny breasts barely jutting out from her chest. Her nipples were tiny, light pink buds that looked very stiff. Izzy arranged her legs butterfly-style, and wiggled slightly as her smooth slit spread a little with the settling of her legs. The warm air of their fort felt cool against the overheated skin of her pussy, and she looked up at Maddy nervously. The expression on her sister’s face, however, put her anxiety at ease. Maddy admired her little sister lovingly, and leaned over to plant a small kiss on the hard bud of Izzy’s nipple. Her soft lips and wet tongue took a moment on the kiss, teasing the round nub slightly, and Izzy moaned softly, arching her back into her sister’s mouth. In response, Maddy’s lips opened up, pulling Izzy’s small nipple into her mouth and sucking gently, the texture of her tongue rhythmically massaging the small areola, swelling it slightly. Izzy glanced briefly at the open magazine spread in front of her before closing her eyes and leaning her head back, letting her sister’s small mouth cover her nipple. After a moment, Izzy gasped, “Touch me again, please?” Maddy made a humming sound in her throat and shifted a little awkwardly, getting on her hands and knees in front of Izzy. Keeping her mouth sucking on her Izzy’s nipple, Maddy slid her hand up her sister’s leg again, her fingertips finding the smooth skin of Izzy’s small, outer lips. Maddy gently traced her index finger up and down the damp slit, slowly sliding her fingertip into the hot, slick seam. Izzy cried out as Maddy’s finger found her clit, the tiny bundle of nerves swollen and throbbing already. Maddy’s hand paused, and her mouth lifted from her sister’s nipple, quickly whispering “Shhhh! I’m sorry! Did it hurt?” Izzy shook her head frantically. “No, no! It just surprised me. It feels really good,” she conceded, opening her eyes for a moment. Maddy’s lips were swollen slightly, matching the dark puffy nipple she had been nursing on. “Should I keep going?” she asked, slowly starting to move her finger gently against Izzy’s clit. Izzy’s eyes closed and she sighed, shifting her hips against Maddy’s hand in response. Before resuming her sucking on Izzy’s other nipple, Maddy looked down to see her small hand against her sister’s hairless pussy. She moved from Izzy’s clit for a moment to spread the smooth outer lips, studying her sister. Her inner lips were very small, almost invisible, but the skin of her pussy was very slick, and flushing to a rosy pink color. A tiny trickle of wetness had dripped down from Izzy’s small hole and down towards the tiny brownish bud of her anus. Maddy slipped her finger down into that slick crack, collecting the juice and slipping it back up to rub little circles around Izzy’s clit. Izzy’s moans stayed quieter this time, but when Maddy returned her mouth to her sister’s other small breast, sucking and pulling at the hard nipple, Izzy quickly began to have a hard time controlling herself. Her slim hips began to rise and rock against Maddy’s fingertip as it massaged her clit rhythmically and increasingly, and Maddy’s mouth took turns switching between her sister’s stiff, tiny nipples as she felt Izzy’s pleasure increasing. Izzy’s moans turned into whimpers, and she felt a tightening in her abdomen she’d never experienced before. It was almost a painful sensation of pleasure that rose quickly, without warning, and her hips lost their rhythm as her sister’s finger circled her tiny bud frantically. A feeling of heat and tension rose and broke in Izzy, and she drowned in sensation as she came for her first time, moaning and rocking against her sister’s hand. A spill of wetness slid out of her tight hole as it pulsed and contracted, creating a tiny puddle on the sheets underneath her. Her small ass slid in the juices as her body shuddered and convulsed, finally coming to a rest. As Izzy collapsed, Maddy lifted her head and slowed her hand, though she kept her fingers near Izzy’s swollen slit. “Oh my gosh,” she breathed. “Did you just have an orgasm?” Izzy pushed the blanket away from her head, smiling almost drunkenly at her older sister. “Maybe. I think so,” she said, with a heady giggle. “Man, I love you Maddy,” she said with another smile. “What was it like?” Maddy asked eagerly, her eyes shining. She licked her lips anxiously and rocked back onto her heels, her body still strung with adrenaline and arousal. Izzy opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes fell on the Huster magazine, still unfolded to the beautiful models. “I’ll show you, yeah?” Izzy asked, smiling. She pointed flipped the page, showing the brunette with her mouth on the blonde’s pussy. “Like that.” Maddy looked at the photo, then back at her sister hesitantly. “With your mouth? Are you sure?” Izzy grinned and rolled over, kicking her panties off her ankle and turning to her sister. “Yeah, oh my gosh. It’s gonna be...” she just smiled, not knowing how to explain. Maddy returned the smile, biting her lip a little, and sat back on the sheets, indian-style. Izzy tugged Maddy’s own t-shirt up, and while Maddy’s was pulling it over her head, Izzy leaned forward and cupped one of her sister’s breasts in her hand. Her sister’s chest was larger than hers, but still probably only an A-cup. Maddy’s nipples were puffy, but Izzy rubbed her thumb back and forth against one and watched as Maddy’s nipple hardened, poking out under her hand at the attention. Maddy gasped, still pulling the shirt over her head, and threw it playfully at Izzy. It caught on the blankets over them, and Izzy tugged it off her own head and shoved it away. Izzy was impatient to give her sister the same experience she’d just gotten, but she didn’t want to skip over anything, in case it was important. She looked up at Maddy for approval, and her sister nodded, her breathing quickening slightly. Izzy leaned forward and licked the tip of Maddy’s nipple, her small tongue flicking the hard nub. Maddy inhaled sharply and arched her back into Izzy’s mouth, but her little sister backed off, slowly licking the tip of Maddy’s nipple without pulling it into her warm mouth. Feeling the same attentions Izzy had been receiving, Maddy quickly began to feel a bit desperate. “Please, Izzy... please!” she whispered, reaching up Izzy’s hair, running her fingers through the strands so like her own, and urging her towards her chest. “I want...” Without further hesitation, Izzy’s lips slipped over her sister’s sensitive nipple, her tongue swirling the areola and bud and sucking it into her small warm mouth. Maddy cried out quietly, holding Izzy’s head against her chest as a shot of pleasure flew through her body, concentrating between her legs. Izzy did her best to replicate Maddy’s motions with her tongue and lips, sucking and nursing on the small nipple. Her hand slipped between her sisters legs, stroking the cotton of Maddy’s panties, feeling how damp they were. Maddy’s fingering of her own sister had aroused her incredibly, and the entire crotch of her underwear had gotten soaked. Thinking about how it had affected her sister made Izzy shiver, still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm. Izzy pulled away from Maddy briefly and concentrated on tugging Maddy’s underpants off, moving to let her sister unfold her legs on either side. “You should lean back on a pillow or something,” Izzy mused, looking to the Hustler magazine. “So that you’re almost laying down.” Pulling two pillows in from outside the blanket, Maddy stacked them and settled her back against them, pulling her legs apart and settling her feet on the bed. The flashlight, still laying on the bed, shone against her inner thigh, illuminating her most private regions for her sister to see. Izzy looked down at her sister’s slender body, then back at the Huster magazine. “Your... parts are prettier than theirs,” Izzy confessed, blushing. Maddy smiled. “Thanks, sis. So are yours.” Izzy grinned widely at the compliment, before getting serious again. She settled herself on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows between Maddy’s thighs. Her sister’s pussy was inches from her face, and she could feel the heat from Maddy’s arousal. Almost experimentally, she shifted and brought small hands to Maddy’s slit, pulling the pussy lips wide. Maddy whimpered and rocked her hips slightly, watching her sister inspect her. Izzy could smell her sister’s wetness, a little musky but mostly sweet and heady, like when she smelled a really nice cologne or perfume. She inhaled deeply, leaning in closer. Maddy’s clit was swollen and dark pink, with a tiny lighter pink bud peeking from underneath a small hood of skin. Her hole was soaked, and Izzy could see her sister’s pussy muscles clenching and relaxing as she felt Izzy’s hot breath against her sensitive skin. “Just tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?” Izzy asked, leaning in. Maddy’s response turned into a moan as Izzy’s small lips pressed a kiss against the nub of her sister’s clit. Izzy kissed down her sister’s slit, lips pressing against Maddy’s tight hole, then against the small space between her pussy and her pink anus. Maddy’s pants grew louder as Izzy kissed her way back up to Maddy’s clit, and her tongue peeked out hesitantly, slipping into the small fold between Maddy’s clit and pussy lip. “Oh my god, Iz...” groaned Maddy. “Please keep doing that,” Maddy pleaded, lifting her hips to her sister’s mouth. Izzy slid her tongue down one side of Maddy’s folds, tasting the tangy sweet wetness, before sliding up the other side, finishing up back at the tiny hooded bud. She pulled back for a moment, tasting the juice on her tongue and swallowing. "It tastes pretty good, actually," she mused, staring at Maddy's pussy. Adjusting her slippery fingers to keep her sister's slit spread wide, she returned her hot mouth to her sister's clit, covering it with a happy hum in the back of her throat. Her tongue began massaging the sensitive nubbin, like she had been doing to Maddy's nipple. “Aahh!” Maddy cried softly, her body going rigid as her mind lost itself in the rhythm of her sister’s sucking. Izzy gently pulled her sister’s clit into her mouth repeatedly, gently pulsing her tongue against it, feeling it swell as Maddy’s cries became more frantic. Feeling a slight gush against her chin, Izzy slid the clit out of her mouth and latched her lips onto Maddy’s pussy, pushing her tongue into the tight hole. The juices come from her sister rushed into her mouth and coated her face, and Izzy lapped them up, plunging her small tongue into her sister over and over, swirling it along the insides of small inner folds. She seemed almost unaware of the effect it was having on her sister, so lost in her own curiosity as she explored her big sister. Maddy's hips began lifting up to meet the thrust of Izzy's tongue, responding to the gentle fucking her sister was giving. She panted heavily, eyes closed and head thrashing back and forth, chanting, "Oh god, Iz... Oh god, oh god, yes..." Izzy pressed her face against Maddy's pubic area, pushing her tongue as far into her sister as she could for one last mouthful of sweet juices before returning to suck Maddy’s wildly throbbing clit. The pleasure in Maddy’s abdomen rose suddenly, almost painfully, and Maddy panicked, sitting up and pushing her sister’s face away from her frantically. “Stop, stop!” she gasped. “Something’s happening!” Izzy wiped at her face, smiling eagerly at her sister. “I know, that’s good! Just let me keep going!” Izzy’s fingers spread her sister’s pussy open, and she looked up at Maddy for approval again before pulling her sister’s clit back into her mouth, worshiping the taste and the feel of the knob of flesh. Maddy, watching her little sister’s lips pull on her pussy, saw Izzy’s fingertip slide over to tease the her tight virgin hole, slipping in and out of the sensitive lips as she sucked and licked. Her clit swelled, throbbing, and Maddy felt a deep tugging inside her as the orgasm rose. Heat flushed her face, and wetness built up in her hot hole as the tension increased inside of her. It felt like her sister's tongue, and her clit, and the pulsing of her pussy were all combining with heat and pressure and pain and building into an explosion low in her stomach, and the warmth spread out through her body, making her toes curl and fingers grasp at the sheets. Her orgasm erupted violently. Maddy threw her head back, unable to breathe, as her pussy clenched around Izzy’s slim finger, and she rode against her sister’s mouth and tongue as she she came, grinding her pussy into her sister’s lips and finger. She felt herself almost lose consciousness as the sensations took her over, and she shuddered over and over onto Izzy, who hend tightly to her sister's legs as she licked and sucked the come rushing from her sister. As the wave subsided, Maddy felt Izzy’s finger slipping up and down her swollen pulsing hole, teasing the small pucker of her ass, and she smiled. Izzy propped herself up and grinned at her sister happily, her face glistening with juices. "You're puffier now, and redder," she commented, glancing back down at her sister's pussy. She stroked the folds again softly, feeling how the blood had swollen everything. Unable to help herself, she leaned down for one more swipe at Maddy's wet hole, and her sister jumped, shrieking softly. “We have to do this all the time!” Maddy exclaimed. Her body jerked again as Izzy's fingertip brushed her overly sensitive knob, the light pink bud now fully exposed from its little hood. The girls laughed softly, nodding. "I don't think they're ever going to get us out of the same room now," Izzy confessed. As if on cue, the girls both heard the thump of feet hitting the floor in their parents bedroom across the hall. With twin looks of panic, the girls quickly shuffled the magazine closed, turned off the flashlights, and arranged themselves snugly underneath the blankets, their heads poking out as though they had simply fallen asleep while chatting. The footsteps led to their bedroom door, and Maddy heard her father's low, quiet voice admonishing them. "You're not supposed to stay up late gossiping, girls. Sleep," he told them, before walking back to the bedroom he shared with their mother. Only a satisfied grin passed between the two sisters, closer than ever before, and they put their foreheads together as they fell into a relaxed sleep.