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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions 
of explicit sexual acts between females.  If this type of content 
offends you, or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

GIRLS LOVING GIRLS Part 1

"Karen, I'm going for a hot shower," Brenda said as the movie ended. 
"Want to join me?" She got up from the couch and stretched her arms 
over her head, her breasts pushed her T-shirt out as it rode up 
exposing her bare navel and bikini panties.  It was Saturday and our 
parents were away for the weekend.  My seventeen-year-old sister and 
I (I'm sixteen) had decided to spend the evening at home watching TV. 
 The main reason: neither one of us had a date.

"Sounds inviting," I said. "You get started while I clean up." I 
watched her head up the stairs, her long legs were tanned and slim, 
her bare feet padded on the carpet.  Then I picked up the empty 
popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen.  The movie we 
rented was very sexy with lots of nudity.  Brenda and I had been 
laying on each end of our large living room couch.  My hand had 
slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes,
 and I could tell from Brenda's squirming that she was enjoying 
herself too.  By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and 
very wet.  I knew from Brenda's suggestion that she was just as horny 
as I was.

Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved getting being 
naked and touching.  When we were younger, it was innocent, sisterly 
stuff; little fingers exploring under a nightie or a bathing suit.  
But as teenagers, there were times when it went a lot further.  Like 
the first time Brenda made out with a boy.  She raced home to tell me.
  I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me.  From then on, we 
would practice our kissing techniques on each other before we went 
out on a date.  Sometimes I wondered which I liked more, making out 
with my sister or my boyfriends.

We shared a large bedroom with two beds, but in the winter we would 
often sleep together.  Many nights, we would snuggle up to get warm 
and our hands would wander, explore, search.  It was so erotic to 
fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Brenda's 
legs or hers holding my breast.  One night, I woke up to feel her 
finder inside me.  She must have been having a very wet dream, she 
was fingering me in her sleep.  I thought it was so adorable and 
returned the favor.

The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning 
up the kitchen and headed up stairs to our parent's huge bathroom.  
It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower.  I could see Brenda 
through the steamy glass shower doors.  She had her head tilted back 
letting the hot water wash over her face.  Her small breasts pointed 
straight out.  As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped patch 
of fur over her crotch that pointed like an arrow to her slit.  I had 
trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my "get to 
the point" design.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my panties down my legs.  
The crotch was still wet from the movie.  Sliding the glass door open,
 I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me.

"We need a wash cloth," I said, and turned to go get one.

"Wait, Karen." Brenda held my arm. "Just your hands."

"You're such a bad girl," I said as she pulled me into the two 
streams of water.

Brenda handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. 
"Do my back."

I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back 
starting at her shoulders and working my way down.  Brenda leaned 
forward placing her hands on the wall, her head faced down between 
her arms as the hot water sprayed over her.  I increased my circles 
to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep 
over her breasts.  Every second or third time, I would stop at her 
nipples and give them extra attention; they hardened at my touch.  I 
ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently rub her underarms.  My 
sister was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or 
caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down between her legs.
  I hoped it was working now.

>From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to 
her bottom.  And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped.  
Brenda's clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it 
just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at 
school.

Brenda and I loved to play little sex games when we were in public.  
Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger 
each other.  Then we would trade panties.  During the next class, I 
would push the wet crotch of her panties into my pussy.  What a turn-
on it was to smell her on my fingers and know her sticky girl-cum was 
inside me.

We were always seeing how much we could get away with.  Once in a 
crowded elevator on our way up to our father's office, I was squeezed 
in close behind Brenda.  Without anyone knowing, she reached behind 
and slipped her hand under my mini-skirt.  By the time I realized 
what she was doing, her finger was around the edge of my panties and 
into my pussy.  I was so flushed, I almost fainted.  As the doors 
opened and we stepped out, she licked her finger. "My favorite flavor,
" she said with a wink.  I was destroyed for the rest of the 
afternoon.

But I always got her back.  Like the time our family sat at the table 
eating dinner and our mother was discussing some important school 
event with Brenda.  I sat across from my sister, and while she tried 
to talk, I slipped my bare foot up between her legs and rubbed her 
crotch with my big toe.  Pay backs are hell, I thought, as I watched 
her squirm.

As the hot water created a cloud of steam that seemed to wrap itself 
around us, I leaned forward and kissed Brenda's back.  Then I 
lathered up again and rubbing her bottom.  Running my slippery hand 
up and down her crack, I could tell she was getting aroused, her 
breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me.

"Get it really clean," Brenda said, smiling over her shoulder.

"Expecting company?" I asked.

"Only that nasty little tongue of yours."

"My, aren't we horny tonight." I squatted down and ran my soapy hands 
along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs.  While I 
stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of 
my face, particularly her puckered little anus.  It looked like a 
small flower, and I remembered the first time I saw it up close.  We 
were in bed one night exploring each other's bodies using only the 
glow of a flashlight.  Brenda lay on her stomach and stuck her ass up.
  She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her hole, 
asking me what it looked like.  I told her I thought it was the most 
beautiful thing in the world, next to her pussy of course.  That 
night, we gave a whole new meaning to the term "Kiss My Ass".

I continued washing Brenda's legs working my way up until I was 
stroking her pussy from behind.  She moaned at my touch.  Then I took 
my thumbnail and softly scratched her anus causing an immediate 
contraction of her cheeks.  I pushed the tip of my thumb against her 
hole and let it gently slide in about the depth of my nail.  Brenda 
responded by pushing back trying to force it in further.  With my 
thumb inside her, I stood up and let my hips press up against her ass.
  Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of 
my hand and started a slow pumping 
rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt.

Next, I leaned over so my breasts could lay against her back.  I 
reached my other hand around and cupped her left breast, taking her 
swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze.  I 
pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb into her as far as 
it would go.

"That feels so good," she managed to say as she met my thrusts. "Just 
the right size." Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, 
her body trembled, her stomach sucked in and out.  I know my sister 
well, she was going to come fast and hard.  I loved the feel of my 
cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of 
her; all I wanted was to make her come.

God, if I only had a dick.

She climaxed with a shudder, gritting her teeth and jerking her head 
up and back.  She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, 
the steaming water washing over us.  I slowed my thrusts and tried to 
support Brenda to keep her from sinking to the floor, her legs 
shaking, her body limp.  Slowly she recovered and caught her breath.  
As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes 
and covered her back and neck with kisses.  She straightened and 
turned around, her eyes glazed over with lust.

Brenda wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, 
her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss.  This was not a sisterly peck 
but a full blown "fuck me" kiss.  Our breasts pressed together wet 
and slippery, soft and wonderful.  We shifted slightly so our pussies 
could grind against each other's thighs.  

Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Brenda by the hand.  "Let's 
dry off and go to bed," I said.

"Is that a proposition?" she asked with a giggle.

"I heard you were an easy lay."

She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my 
pussy, her middle finger resting between my folds.  Then she 
whispered into my ear, "We're wasting time talking when we could be 
making love."

Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out.  
Brenda grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off.  I was 
so turned on I wanted to pull her down on the floor and eat her right 
there.  But before I could, Brenda threw her towel over my head.

"So you think I'm an easy lay, do you?  Well, girl, if you want to 
fuck me, you've got to catch me first."

With that, she ran out the door and down the hall.  Tossing the towel 
aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter 
and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared 
around a corner.

Down the stairs we ran, two naked girls chasing each other like dogs 
in heat.  The sight would have given any boy an instant hard-on and 
any girl a wet crotch.  We raced around, me catching her only to have 
Brenda slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room.  Finally, 
she ran back up the stairs, heading for our parents room and their 
king size bed.  Brenda yanked the covers off and threw them to the 
side.  Then she scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself with 
her back to the headboard.  I rushed in and stopped a few feet away 
to catch my breath.

"Is there something you wanted, young lady?" she said nonchalant as 
if she had just noticed me for the first time.

I squatted down with my arms resting on my knees.  Then I slowly ran 
my hands along the inside of my thighs until they were at my crotch.  
Brenda kept her gaze locked on the spot between my legs as I spread 
myself open.  I was so wet that when the cool air hit my hole, it 
gave me a rush.

We liked to use our parents big bed when they were out of town on 
business trips.  We would fill the room with the scent of our 
lovemaking, and I often wondered if mom and dad could smell all the 
girl-cum that had dried on their sheets.  

I gave out a little growl and went down on my hands and knees, my 
cunt throbbing, ready to be eaten.  I slowly crawling toward the bed, 
and at the edge I growled again and climbed up the side until I was 
poised like a cat on the far corner.

"Is the lioness hungry?" Brenda asked.

I growled deep and sexy.

Brenda brought her knees up and spread her legs apart.  Then she 
reached down with her finger tips and opened herself.  I could see 
drops of moisture on her short fur, the inside of her hole glistened. 
"Here's your dinner, pussycat, hot and pink, just like you like it."

I crawled forward until I was directly over her crotch.  Her scent 
filled my nostrils.  I was so turned on, my body shook, my eyes 
blurred.  I bent down and kissed her pussy with the same passion I 
would have kissed her mouth.  Then I lowered myself onto the bed, the 
cool sheets felt wonderful on my naked body still sweaty from our 
chase.  As Brenda wrapped her long legs around my head, I buried my 
face in her sex, devouring it like a hungry animal; licking, sucking 
and drinking in all the love juice that flowed out of her.

I reached up and took her nipples between my finger tips and squeezed 
them as I licked her.  She moved her hips in unison to my thrusts and 
her soft purring quickly turned to moans as her body built to a 
climax.   Brenda ran her fingers through my hair, pushing on my head 
to force my tongue deeper.  Finally she stiffened and squeezed me 
tight with her legs as the orgasm rocked her.  I slowed down and 
opened my eyes, looking up at her.  It was the most beautiful sight I 
could imagine as I watched her drift in and out of the blissful haze.


"Come here, sweet baby," she said, holding her arms open.  I crawled 
up her body licking and kissing as much of her along the way as I 
could.  When our lips were inches apart, she wrapped her arms around 
my neck and we kissed, trying to eat each other with our hot mouths.  
My lips and cheeks were covered with her cum and she seemed to relish 
licking it all off.

"I love making you come," I said, between kisses.

"Really, I hadn't noticed."

We both giggled as we continued planting kisses all over our faces.

"You've been doing all the work," Brenda said, when we finally 
stopped to catch our breath. "Now its my turn."

"Heads or tails?" I asked.

"Tails, of course," she replied, and scooted out from under me.

Still on my stomach, I waited until she positioned herself behind me 
before I pulled my knees up and stuck my ass out.  I could feel her 
warm breath as she sniffed me like a puppy.  Then she ran her tongue 
up and down my crack, using the tip to tease my ass hole before 
moving down to lick my pussy.

"You smell so good," she said, between licks.

"Good enough to eat?" I asked with a wiggle.

Her answer was a loud moan as she pressed her face into me and 
devoured my pussy.

Brenda knew how much I loved being eaten from behind, and electricity 
shot through me when her tongue went inside and her nose pushed on my 
anus.  I reached back to spread my cheeks and she rubbed my legs and 
ass, her experienced tongue doing exactly what I liked. "Oh, you 
nasty girl!" I said through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, the phone ran.

"Shit!" Brenda said, looked up. "Don't they know we're busy?"

Slowly I swung around, out of breath, my chest heaving. "It could be 
mom or dad.  We've got to answer it." I took her face in my hands and 
pulled her mouth to mind.  I could taste my cum all over her.

"Fuck!" she said as we broke the kiss.

"Hold that thought." I rolled over to reach the phone on the table 
beside the bed. "Hello." I listened for a moment and then held my 
hand over the receiver. "It's Mrs. Cummings from down the street," I 
whispered. "She's been called into an emergency shift at the hospital 
and her husband's on the road.  She wants to know if we could baby-
sit Lisa tonight?"

"Lisa?"

"You know, her twelve-year-old."

While I talked with Mrs. Cummings, I watched Brenda as she slowly 
slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy.  She knew she was 
driving me crazy when she brought them up and licked off her juice.  
With a wicked smile, she stuck her fingers deep inside her again and 
then offered them to me.

"Cut that out, Brenda." I whispered. "We have to decide.  Do we want 
her over here or not?"

"Well," Brenda said, between licks, "how can we fuck when there's a 
twelve-year-old around to watch?" Then she paused for a moment and 
said, "Unless . . ."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I said slyly.

"Maybe we could have some three-way fun." Brenda reached over and ran 
her hand down between my legs.

"Is that all you think about?" I said, pushing her away.

"Oh, and you don't? "

"Mrs. Cummings," I said with difficulty as Brenda played with me. 
"We'd love to help you out.  Just sent Lisa on over and don't worry 
about a thing.  She'll be in good hands."

Brenda laughed out loud at that last comment and I found it hard to 
keep a straight face until I hung up. "You have the dirtiest mind of 
anyone I know," I said.  Then I leaned over and put my lips to her 
ear. "Besides, what if I don't want to share you with some little 
twelve-year-old cunt."

Brenda ran her fingers through my hair. "Remember, lover, what's 
between my legs is yours anytime you want it." She kissed me hard 
then said, "Now, I wonder what it would take to get Lisa out of her 
panties?"

"She is kind of cute." I casually played with Brenda's patch of pubic 
fleece.

"I saw her in a two-piece not too long ago," Brenda said. "She's got 
a nice ass, and her tits are just starting to come out."

"Then let's get dressed and be ready to eat, I mean greet her." 

We both laughed as I rolled off the bed and reached out my hand.  
Brenda took it and we headed down the hall arm-in-arm. "What do you 
wear to seduce a twelve-year-old girl?" I said.

"Now who's got the dirty mind?" she said, and ran her hand down my 
bare ass.

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