“Stop!” I screamed but her pussy covered my mouth so my words were incomprehensible. All I could taste was her. She rubbed her clit all over my tongue and I stuck it out, trying my best to please her. She was right. I really did want this. The way her pussy tasted was amazing and I knew that I was a lesbian for sure as I tasted her. She was cumming on my face and it tasted so fucking good.
“Lick my ass, you slut!” she commanded and she spread open her ass cheeks and served it to my mouth. I let it happen. I licked her asshole for her and I listened to her screams of joy. I liked that I was able to give her that kind of pleasure. She reached down to my pussy and began to finger me. I came hard on her fingers, all the while licking her. We came at the same time, both of us screaming until we were exhausted with our orgasms. She pulled me off of her and held me tightly, kissing my forehead, my cheeks and then my lips. “You’re hot, sis,” she giggled.
“You’re hot too, sis,” I giggled back.
“So let’s try this,” Lindsey grabbed the double-sided dildo. “I’ve been imagining you and me riding this together since I bought it.
“I thought you found it.”
“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “I meant when I found it.” I knew she was lying and I wondered if she had bought the dildo with me in mind. I hated that she lied all the time but I didn’t care at that particular moment as she pushed one end of the dildo into my creamy, wet pussy. I made a noise of shock and surprise and watched as she inserted the other end into herself. We began to writhe on the dildo as we embraced, kissing and cuddling as we found our own unique pleasure from our respective ends of the dildo. We inched closer and closer, our pussies sliding down the dildo until we were almost touching. I was so full of that dildo I knew that I couldn’t fit another centimeter into my pussy.
“It’s so good,” she moaned and I could see the pleasure in her eyes. She was so beautiful when she was experiencing joy. I kissed her pretty, little mouth, knowing that this was a special moment that most sisters would never share. We were lucky that we were stepsisters and that we could get away with this. I watched as my sister came hard on the dildo and I moved my fingers to her clit and rubbed her until she was screaming. This was the most perfect moment and I let it all play out, both of us taking out turns cumming until Lindsey announced that she needed a break.
“I could stay here all day with you,” she admitted, “but I have to pee.”
“Come back,” I begged.
“I will.” I watched her walk to the bathroom and I felt a sense of inner peace inside of me. This was what I had been wishing and longing for. All the hatred I’d felt for Lindsey seemed to have melted away. All our sisterly fighting had been lust. Now that we were fucking, all of my jealousy had disappeared. All that remained was a desire that trumped everything else in my life. I didn’t care what else was going on. Lindsey was the most important thing. She was my sister, but now she was my lover too. It was deliciously wrong and I couldn’t wait to experience more with her. I waited for her to come back to bed, my pussy aching with a desire that I had felt for so many years. Finally, it would be quenched. Finally, I could admit it. I was a lesbian and I was in love with my stepsister, Lindsey. I only hoped that she was in love with me too.