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Wet
by Your Ghost (address withheld)

***

Alison Porter from the film "Passport to Paris" reveals 
the secrets of her and her sister Melanie's secret sex 
life. (ff, youths, 1st-lesbian-expr, inc, mast, oral, 
ws)

***

My name's Alison Porter and I'm twenty years old. I 
have a twin sister named Melanie, who I love with all 
of my heart. She's my best friend, my twin, and there 
isn't anything I wouldn't do for her; if she asked me 
to kill a guy, I would do it in a heartbeat. Okay, 
maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but still, I'd 
do almost anything for her.

As you might guess, we have a very close relationship. 
Everybody knows that. But what most people don't know 
is that our relationship is much more intimate than 
they could ever suspect. Even the pervos who think that 
all twin sisters are closet lesbians. Because we have a 
very special connection, one that I don't think I've 
ever heard anyone talk about before.

The thing is, we love to get wet. We love to swim, to 
stand in waterfalls, to take showers, to take baths, or 
even just get squirted with the garden hose. It doesn't 
matter a whole lot to us how we get wet; whether we're 
moving through it, splashing in it, floating in it, or 
standing under it as it pours over us, just as long as 
we can feel that cool soothing sensation of water on 
our bodies, we're delighted.

We've always loved getting and being wet, but it didn't 
really become a fetish with us until we were ten years 
old. At that age, most kids bathe alone, but Melanie 
and I still took our baths together, and it was during 
one particular bath on a summer night in 1996 that we 
discovered not only our unusual appreciation for 
getting wet, but another, more defining, aspect of 
ourselves.

It was seven in the evening and, as usual, our mom 
didn't have to tell us that it was time for our bath. 
We simply got up from our spot in front of the TV set 
and went together into the bathroom. Melanie turned on 
the water and adjusted the temperature while I poured 
Mr. Bubble into the tub. While the tub filled up and 
the bubbles multiplied, we undressed, taking off our 
shoes and socks first, then our t-shirts, then our 
pants and underwear.

Melanie and I are identical twins, and like most 
identicals we look so much alike that only our parents 
can tell us apart. We have the same fine blonde hair, 
the same sweet pixie faces, the same large brown eyes 
and tiny noses, the same wide mouths and thin lips. And 
back then, since we were only ten years old, we both 
still had the typically shapeless bodies of ten year 
old girls.

Once we were naked, we paused to look at each other. We 
did this quite a lot, especially when we were naked. We 
never really questioned why we liked to examine each 
other's bodies, it was just something we'd always done 
and accepted as natural.

After a few moments we climbed into the bathtub. 
Melanie sat at one end and I sat at the other, with our 
toes meeting in the middle. We just sat there for a 
while, luxuriating in the warm wonderful water as we 
talked and joked and dunked our heads. Eventually, we 
decided it was time to make sure we got clean (we love 
being clean nearly as much as getting wet).

We stood up and faced each other, and we both took a 
bar of soap and began soaping the other down. We 
started with our shoulders, each of us moving her bar 
of soap in little circles as we made our way over each 
other's shoulders, down our backs, then over our flat 
chests and stomachs, around back to our butts, then 
down each other's legs to just below the knees, where 
the bath water started.

Once we were all soapy everywhere else, we normally 
soaped our own pussies, but that night, without saying 
anything about it, and without either of us really even 
knowing we were making the decision, we chose to soap 
each other in that particular spot. We began to rub 
each other there, steadily moving the bars of soap up 
and down over each other's smooth hairless pussies.

We did this for about a minute, then, again by an 
unspoken agreement, we set the soaps down, but 
continued to rub each other, this time with our 
fingers. Melanie put her free hand on my hip, and I did 
the same with her, and the movement of our hands 
between each other's legs started to speed up, until we 
were rubbing each other with a level of excitement we'd 
never experienced before. Our breath became shorter, 
each of us half closed our eyes and dropped our mouths 
open in pleasure, and in only a short time we managed 
to bring each other to our very first orgasms, our 
young wet soapy bodies shuddering with the force of the 
sensations pouring through us.

Afterward Melanie hugged me and I hugged her back and 
she softly said, "Wow."

"Yeah," I replied. "That was great." I paused, then 
said, "What exactly happened?"

"I think we made each other come," Melanie told me.

"Come? I thought only boys did that."

"No, Alison, girls can do it too. They just don't 
squirt stuff like boys do. That's what Emily Metts told 
me, anyway."

"How would she know?" I asked; I didn't like Emily 
Metts.

"She says she does it all the time," Melanie replied. 
"She told me she makes herself come ten times a day. 
Sometimes even in school."

"Huh. You think maybe we could do that too? Not in 
school, but you know."

"I don't see why not," Melanie said, using one of our 
mother's typical phrases. "I mean, we just did it, 
right? I'm sure we could do it again."

"Okay, let's do it again," I said. "But let's rinse off 
first. Then sit down in the water to do it."

"Okay."

Melanie turned on the faucet, switched it over to the 
shower head, and we rinsed the soap and shampoo off. 
The shower head had become our favorite part of our 
baths, because we could get the water spraying over 
whatever part of us we wanted, and normally we took our 
time and enjoyed the luxurious feeling of water 
cascading over every inch of our bodies. But this time 
we hurried, wanting to get back to our newfound 
pleasure.

As soon as we had all the shampoo and soap washed away, 
we sat down in the tub and faced each other. We scooted 
as close together as we could get, lacing our legs 
around each other, then started to rub each other's 
pussies with our fingertips. Almost immediately we 
experienced a return of the wonderful feelings we'd 
generated before, and within a minute, with the water 
and the bubbles churning like mad, we made each other 
come once again.

This time it was my turn to say, "Wow."

"Do you wanna kiss while we do it?" Melanie asked.

"Okay."

We leaned closer to each other and began kissing, 
swirling our tongues all around each other's mouths and 
lips as we furiously played with each other's pussies, 
and soon we were sharing yet another stupendous orgasm.

Afterward we both sat back in the water and looked at 
each other with amazed eyes.

"That was totally awesome," Melanie said.

"Yeah," I agreed; I was still catching my breath. "It 
was even better when we were kissing. I really liked 
the kissing."

"Me too. Do you think this means we're lesbians?"

"I don't know. Maybe it was just the water. You know 
how much we like water."

"Well," Melanie said, "maybe we should try it out of 
the water. Maybe when we go to bed tonight."

I thought about it for a moment, then said, "Okay, we 
could try that."

Melanie, sensing my caution, said, "We don't have to if 
you don't want to, though."

"No, it's okay," I insisted. "I don't really care if we 
turn into lesbians."

"Neither do I," Melanie said.

Melanie and I smiled at each other, hugged, then for 
probably the first time in our lives, we hurried to get 
out of the bathtub.

*****

Later that night we went to bed and, after our parents 
tucked us in and left, Melanie and I threw back our 
blankets. We were nervous, but excited too; we knew we 
were starting a new kind of adventure. We quickly took 
our peejays and underwear off, then lay on our bed, 
nude and facing each other. We hugged and kissed, 
pushing our tongues into each other's mouths. Our hands 
went down between each other's legs, and once again we 
were creating those fantastic feelings. We kissed and 
rubbed each other feverishly, and soon our young bodies 
were trembling and we were moaning into each other's 
mouths as we came.

We ended up giving each other three more orgasms before 
we finally got tired and quit. Both of us turned onto 
our backs and stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes, 
stunned by this new thing we'd learned about ourselves.

"I think we're probably lesbians," Melanie concluded.

"Yeah," I replied. "But that's okay, isn't it? I mean, 
it's not against the law or anything."

"No, it's not. In fact, I think it's kinda cool." 
Melanie turned her head and looked at me. "I think I 
like being a lesbian."

"Me too," I said. I looked at Melanie and smiled. "It's 
as much fun as water is."

I meant it, too.

*****

That night was just the beginning of what would become 
a regular and very pleasing affair for Melanie and me. 
We would "make lesbian love," as we called it, nearly 
every night, either in the bathtub or shower with our 
cherished water, or in our bed before going to sleep. 
We preferred to embrace and kiss as we played with each 
other's pussies, although we also liked to sit facing 
each other with our legs spread wide and watch each 
other masturbate to orgasm. We also got more daring 
with our behavior, making out and playing with each 
other in public places, like the beach (always when we 
were in the waves) or in the public swimming pool we 
liked to go to, as long as no one else was around. We 
also made regular rendezvous with each other in a stall 
of the girls' bathroom at school, although we 
eventually agreed that, without water surrounding us, 
it wasn't as much fun as the other public places. 
Besides, we nearly got caught a few times by other 
girls coming in. The last thing we needed was scandal.

Melanie and I were happy with our new relationship, but 
eventually we felt the need to experience more than 
kissing and fondling and masturbation. Melanie was the 
first one to suggest that we try doing "more sexy 
things," and while I agreed that it might be fun, it 
wasn't until a week after our twelfth birthday that we 
actually did anything about it.

We had grown some by then, of course; we'd each 
developed these tiny boobs, about as big and round as 
baseballs (sadly, they haven't grown anymore since 
then), a more womanly shape to our bodies, and little 
figs of pubic hair between our legs. We'd even started 
getting our periods.

It was another night in the tub, although this time we 
were taking a shower instead of a bath. We had already 
shampooed and lathered and rinsed and masturbated each 
other, and now we were just standing under the spray of 
water, embracing and pressing our newly budding boobs 
together as we kissed. Melanie was slowly sliding her 
hands up and down my wet back as she lightly licked at 
my mouth. I parted my lips and she pushed her tongue 
inside, then I began to gently suck on her tongue. 
Melanie moaned into my mouth as she brought her hands 
around my waist, then moved them up over my boobs. She 
rubbed and squeezed them and played with my nipples, 
causing me to give up my own little moan of pleasure.

After several long and wonderful moments of this, 
Melanie pulled her mouth away from mine and began to 
kiss my face, then my neck, moving slowly down toward 
my chest. She took one of my small round boobs in her 
hand and kissed it, then tenderly encircled the nipple 
with her mouth. I moaned again, a little louder than 
before, and ran my fingers through Melanie's hair as 
she began to lick and suck on me. The shower was 
spraying onto my back, but I turned, bringing Melanie 
with me, so that now the water was spraying down onto 
my boobs and Melanie's face. The effect was immediate 
and electric; I nearly cried out with the sudden surge 
of fire that shot through me. Melanie, excited by my 
reaction, licked and sucked and nibbled at my nipples 
with greater energy; at the same time she slipped a 
hand down between my legs and fervently rubbed my 
pussy. In no time I was brought to a wild, shuddering 
orgasm.

Afterward, I mumbled something, I don't remember now, a 
thank you or a remark about how awesome that was, but 
Melanie didn't seem to be listening. She dropped to her 
knees and, with the water still cascading down on both 
of us, she nuzzled her face in between my thighs and 
began to kiss my pussy.

"Omigod," I said. I automatically pushed my hips 
forward, pushing my pussy closer to Melanie's mouth, 
then leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Melanie brought her hands up behind me and gripped my 
ass as she sent her tongue delving past the light fluff 
of my pubic hair and in between the soft folds of my 
pussy. She licked and lapped at me and burrowed her 
tongue between my lips, eventually bringing me to a 
second and even more satisfying orgasm. My body 
trembled with the force of it, and I let out a noise of 
pleasure so passionate that I sounded like I might cry.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked my amazing 
twin.

"Nowhere," Melanie replied. She still had her nose and 
her lips buried in her my pussy, the shower water 
raining down on her, and she appeared to have no 
intention of moving. "I just kind of made it up as I 
was going along. Did you like it?"

"Are you kidding?" I replied. "It was out of this 
world. That was the best orgasm I ever had." It was, 
too.

Melanie smiled and kissed my pussy.

"I loved it," she said, her voice low and affectionate. 
"I loved licking your pussy. And making you come."

"You can do it again if you want," I said. "I sure 
won't mind."

We laughed shyly together, then Melanie said, 
"Actually, I was hoping you would do me."

"Okay, sure."

Melanie and I switched places and I proceeded to lick 
my sister's pussy under the spray of water. I showed 
the same amount of enthusiasm as Melanie had, if not 
the same amount of skill, and soon Melanie too was 
trembling and crying out as she came.

Afterward, we hugged and kissed under the shower, which 
was beginning to turn cold.

"Well, we finally did it," I said. "We finally did the 
real lesbian stuff."

"Yeah," Melanie replied. "It was nice, wasn't it? We 
should have started doing it a long time ago."

"I wanted to but...I dunno, I guess I was a little 
nervous about it."

"Me too. But now that we did it, Ally, we don't have to 
be nervous anymore. We can even do more stuff than 
that."

"Like what?" I asked. I had some ideas, but I wasn't 
sure.

Melanie smiled and said, "Wait till we go to bed 
tonight and I'll show you."

*****

That night I got a big surprise. Melanie started out by 
sucking my nipples and playing with my pussy like she 
did in the shower, then started doing oral sex on me, 
but instead of just licking me until I came, Melanie 
put her finger inside my pussy and sort of fucked me 
with it while sucking on me, causing me to experience 
the best orgasm I'd had yet. Then Melanie showed me how 
to do 69, with me on top and her on the bottom. We 
simultaneously went down on each other as we fondled 
each other's boobs, and we both came nearly at the same 
time.

My orgasm had been so powerful that I couldn't believe 
it, and I asked my twin sister how she managed to make 
me come so hard.

"It was easy," Melanie told me. "I sucked on your 
clit."

"My what?"

"Your clit. Don't you know what a clit is?"

"Huh-uh."

I was lame in those days.

"Well, get up and I'll show you," Melanie said.

I rolled off of her and Melanie sat up with her back 
against the headboard. She spread her legs and said, 
"Okay, now, look right here." She put the tip of her 
finger right above her pussy. "See that right there?"

I peered closely at my sister's pussy, and I could see 
a tiny little nub of pink flesh.

"Oh. Yeah," I said. "Your button. That's your clit?"

"Yeah. And you have one too. All girls do. And when you 
play with it, it feels tons better. Haven't you ever 
noticed that?"

"No," I said with a shrug. I touched Melanie's clit 
with the tip of my finger, then began tracing little 
circles around it. "It looks kinda weird."

"Keep doing that," Melanie said.

"No, I know what I'm gonna do."

I had a brilliant idea.

I lay down on my stomach and scooted myself up close to 
Melanie, then stuck my finger in her pussy. I pushed it 
all the way in, then slowly pulled it back out, then 
pushed it in again. As I did this I took my sister's 
clit between my lips and tenderly sucked on it. Melanie 
immediately reacted with a sweet long moan of pleasure. 
I continued to suck her clit and fuck her with my 
finger, and soon Melanie's moans became gasps and 
ecstatic cries, until finally she convulsed with 
orgasm.

Afterward, I pulled my finger out and put it in my 
mouth and said, "Hey, Mel, you know what just 
happened?"

"Yeah," Melanie answered, somewhat out of breath, "a 
bomb just went off in my pussy."

"No, not that. I mean, when you had your orgasm. You 
leaked some come out."

"Really? You mean like a boy?"

"No, it wasn't a whole bunch or anything. It was just a 
little bit. It actually looked like pee. But it wasn't, 
cause I tasted it."

"Wow. I don't know whether to say ew to that or not."

I giggled and said, "No, it was cool, Mel. My mouth and 
finger got all wet with it. It totally turned me on."

"Well, if it was that cool," Melanie said with a sly 
grin, "why don't you try to make me do it again?"

"Okay. Then you can make me do it again too."

We didn't get a great deal of sleep that night.

*****

Melanie and I noticed, over the next several weeks, 
that the little trickles of liquid that spilled from 
our pussies when we came were becoming more like 
streams, and then full fledged squirting. The single 
squirts became two squirts, or three, or even four or 
more if it was a really good come. We were intrigued, 
to say the least, and very pleased with this latest 
development in our lives. Eventually, we were both 
squirting copious amounts of come from our pussies 
every time we had orgasms, splashing each other's faces 
and filling each other's mouths. We got into the habit 
of sitting close together, just like we did that first 
time in the tub, and watching each other masturbate, 
and squirting our come onto each other's pussies. 
Sometimes, if we were really into what we were doing, 
then just the sensation of the other's come squirting 
onto our bodies could make us have orgasms. We could 
actually get each other wet with our own natural 
juices. And Melanie was the one to figure out that, if 
she curled up into a ball, holding her legs behind her 
head, she could not only lick her own pussy but come on 
her own face. She showed me how to do it, and soon we 
were both contorting ourselves like gymnasts, our 
tongues and lips buried in our own pubic hair, 
satisfying ourselves with this new preoccupation and 
soaking our own faces with our come. Melanie and I 
agreed that, aside from making love with each other, 
squirting was just about the coolest thing we'd ever 
experienced in our whole lives.

*****

But we weren't done discovering new ways to enjoy 
getting wet. It was only a few months later, in the 
Fall of 1998, when Melanie and I found yet one more fun 
thing to do with each other.

We were, typically, in the shower, and, also typically, 
we were kissing and caressing each other in the bright 
afterglow of lesbian incest. And as the water cascaded 
over our lithe young bodies, with my leg pressed up 
against Melanie's pussy, Melanie began to pee. It 
wasn't a calculated thing, she didn't intentionally 
piss on me, but she was just feeling so relaxed 
throughout her whole body that she started to let go 
before she even knew what was happening. I might not 
have even noticed but for the sudden warm sensation I 
felt on my leg, and even then my first thought was that 
Melanie was coming on me.

"Wow," I said against my sister's neck, "have you 
figured out how to come without even trying?" Knowing 
my remarkable sister, it wouldn't have surprised me.

"I didn't come," Melanie replied, her voice filled with 
relief and satisfaction, "I peed."

"What?!?" I nearly screamed. "You peed on me?!?"

"I didn't mean to, Ally. I just...I dunno, I had to go, 
but it was so nice just holding you, I didn't wanna 
stop."

"But you PEED on me!" I cried. I let go of her and 
pushed her out from under the water as I grabbed the 
soap. I started lathering, from my hip all the way down 
to my foot, everywhere that her pee had touched me.

"I'm sorry, Alison," Melanie said. "I didn't mean to. 
It just happened. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad...well, okay, I'm mad, but I'm more 
grossed out than mad. Why didn't you just poop on me 
too?"

I guess Melanie couldn't help but laugh at that, which 
just made me more upset.

"It's not funny," I said. "You went to the bathroom on 
my leg, for crying out loud."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Melanie said. Then, without 
warning, she said, "Poop a doop."

That caused me to smile, then laugh a little, then 
suddenly we were both giggling uncontrollably. We 
started to push each other and splash each other with 
water, yelling, "Poop a doop, poop a doop!" until 
finally Melanie slipped and fell, and since she had a 
hold of my wrist at the time, I went down with her. We 
landed together on the floor of the tub, Melanie on her 
back and me sitting on top of her, straddling her 
stomach. The shower was spraying down on us, and I had 
lost my soap somewhere.

"Tell you what," Melanie said. "Since I peed on you, 
you can pee on me if you want to."

"No, I don't wanna pee on you," I replied. I've always 
been just a teeny bit more conservative than my twin.

"No, go ahead, Ally. It's only fair."

"No, I can't."

"Go ahead. I deserve it. Really."

"Well...." I said, "I do have to pee."

"So, pee," Melanie told me. "Then we'll be even."

I closed my eyes, tried to relax my body, and soon a 
stream of pee began to flow from my pussy. It spilled 
over Melanie's tummy and down her sides, mixing with 
the water from the shower. I let out a sigh, and my 
lips curled up slightly at the corners from the 
singular pleasure of taking a needed piss. The stream 
got stronger, then stronger still as my pee almost 
gushed out of me, then began to subside. Finally it 
stopped altogether, and I let out another, satisfied 
sigh.

"Well, I feel better," I said. I looked at Melanie, who 
had an odd expression on her face. "What?"

"You won't believe it," she said, "but I kinda liked 
that."

"Being peed on?"

"Yeah. It was...weird, but it was nice too. Made me 
kind of excited."

"Excited?" I squinted at my sister. "Really?"

"Yeah," Melanie replied. "We should try it again. Can 
you pee some more?"

"Um, no, I'm all out. But maybe next time I have to go, 
I'll let you know."

"Didn't you kind of like it too, Ally? You said you 
felt better."

"I always feel better after I pee, when I have to pee 
really bad. That doesn't mean it turned me on or 
anything."

"So it didn't turn you on? Even a little bit?"

"No, but..." I paused, thinking about it, then said, "I 
like the idea that it made you excited. Does that 
count?"

"Sure," Melanie said. "I like to make you excited too. 
And I bet if we tried it again, you'd like getting peed 
on. You just have to think of it as another way to get 
wet."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Okay, whatever. I'm gonna 
get out now. The water's getting cold."

I really thought Melanie was off the mark with the 
whole pissing thing, and it took a few more experiments 
before I began to come around. I finally had to admit 
that it did feel good to be peed on, at least when 
there was water pouring on me at the same time. Melanie 
suggested that we try masturbating while doing it, and 
that was pretty much what converted me; I found that my 
orgasms, intense as they were, were even more so when I 
had both water and my sister's pee splashing all over 
my body. And, naturally, Melanie was the one to take 
the whole thing a step further, convincing me to pee on 
her face, and even in her mouth. It wasn't too long 
after that when I let her pee in my mouth too. I know 
it sounds stomach-turning, and the taste did leave 
loads to be desired (not to mention the smell), but the 
intense eroticism that came with it made up for all the 
drawbacks.

*****

For the next eight months or so, my twin sister and I 
enjoyed probably the most sexually satisfying time of 
our lives, what with all the water and the squirting 
and the pissing. But then, just after our thirteenth 
birthday, our Mom and Dad sent us on a trip to Paris, 
where we met these two dreamy guys, Michel and Jean, 
and fell in love. We lost our cherries on that trip 
(another secret I suddenly find myself revealing), and 
by the time we got back home we were completely boy 
crazy. In fact, you could say that we pretty much 
turned into sluts. We fucked tons of guys, all through 
our teen years, and even now we tend to sleep around 
like there's no tomorrow. Boy crazy, I'm telling you.

Except neither of us did any of the truly fun stuff 
with any of the boys we fucked. We didn't take showers 
with them, we didn't have sex with them in pools or at 
the beach or in any other kind of water, we didn't play 
pissing games. We even refused the numerous suggestions 
of doing threesomes or lezzing out in front of our 
boyfriends. We still don't do any of that stuff. 
Because it seems like something that we can only share 
with each other.

Which we do, by the way, just not that often. Maybe a 
couple of times a month we get together, and when we do 
we pull out all the stops: pussy licking, titsucking, 
fingerfucking, dildoes, squirting all over each other, 
pissing all over each other, and of course, our magical 
showers and baths. All the ways in which we can get 
wet. Because even if you've moved on, you never really 
give up your first love.


the end

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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