The Cameltoe Ch. 02

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[Author’s Note: This story is the sequel to “The Cameltoe.” All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of eighteen.]

*****

I was exhausted and yet I couldn’t sleep; conflicted by guilt but not ashamed. I wanted more, when less loomed larger. I wanted to seek comfort where it has always been. My sister Mikayla had always been my light in the darkness when I couldn’t sleep.

The swim platform at our private pond had been the perfect crucible. Yesterday had been amazing. No, that doesn’t describe it. Yesterday had been about self-awareness and sexual exploration. About enlightenment. My boyfriend Jimmy had tried to shock Mikayla and me by casually sunbathing naked. We enjoyed his subtle taunt. Yes, his nakedness had been visually stimulating to both of us. But for me, the heat had come from watching my sister. It was the way Mikayla had lusted after my boyfriend. And it was about discovering Mikayla’s piercing and the stark beauty of her nakedness.

Yesterday wasn’t just another page in my journal, it was a whole new chapter. Even though I was nineteen, my older sister had always treated me like I was a little girl. I wanted my sister to acknowledge my emancipation; my transition from baby sister to woman peer. She had done just that. Jimmy had been so turned on by our silent tryst that he had fucked me like it was our first time. I lust for the piston action of his rock-hard cock all the time. Which made it interesting that I equally enjoyed Mikayla’s rough play and the girl-girl romp that left me with a sticky face and a newly found admiration for my sister.

*****

It was late Sunday evening and Mikayla would be going back to the dorm tomorrow. I pushed down my covers and sat naked on the edge of my bed. I contemplated walking boldly to my sister’s room without dressing. Being caught naked outside of my bedroom by my parents didn’t faze me. I enjoyed being naked in the house when no one was around. Occasionally, late at night when they were home, I’d be naughty and dart naked down the hall to the bathroom or downstairs to the kitchen and back.

It was three years ago, a little after midnight, the house was quiet, everyone was sleeping. I had darted to the bathroom at the far end of the hallway. I didn’t know my mom was in the bathroom.

Startled by my sudden and very naked appearance my mother gasped, “Hannah!”

In what seemed to me like an eternity, but was really only a split-second, Mom assessed me from head to toe. As confident as I had been with my own clean-shaven nakedness in the locker room, standing there in front of my mother I was mortified.

Mom didn’t bust a gut laughing or ooh and aah about how grown up I was, she simply said with a warm and all-knowing smile. “I haven’t seen you run to the potty naked since you were three, you might want to grab your robe even if you’re in a hurry.”

Mom never brought the subject up again. I half-expected her to say something about my cleanly shaved pubis but she was way too cool to invade my personal space.

For me, modesty was a social norm not a personal one. Until yesterday, I lusted only for my boyfriend’s hairy chest, tight butt, amazing cock and his unwavering fascination with my breasts and vagina.

I’m not one of those girls that envies how easy boys have it. Or hate the complexities of being female. I celebrate everything feminine about my body, especially the way that it drives boys crazy. Lust is lust, it works both ways. I have envied other girls but never lusted after one.

I decided not to shock the crap out of my sister. Passing on my birthday suit impulse, I went to my dresser.

I took my favorite pair of pink cotton panties out of my underwear drawer. I pulled them on and examined myself in the mirror. I liked the way the cotton panel laid flat against my pubis and created a bridge across my hips. I could run my fingertips under it without touching the elastic band. But most of all I loved the way the fabric caressed each fold of my labia. The panties were worn thin and produced a perfect cameltoe.

I stood in front of the mirror with my shoulders back and my hands on my hips. The mirror always presented me with a totally honest image of my body. Both of my breasts were equally sized, firm, and gravity defying. Perky, in that I couldn’t pass the pencil test. Using both hands, I pushed them up and inward. Sexy cleavage yes, but not full enough to trap a hairbrush between them. Not small because they bounced just enough that when I ran or played volleyball, I needed a sports bra.

I slipped on a loose-fitting crop-top tee that cascaded over my breasts to my midriff. Silkscreened on the front of the tee was a “Hello Kitty” image. The first time I wore this sleep set for Jimmy he nicknamed it my “Jailbait” look. What he loved most about it was its easy access to the underside of my boobs and nipples.

*****

My parent’s bedroom was at the far end of the hallway across from the bathroom. I tiptoed to my sister’s bedroom which was halfway down the hall canlı bahis from mine. I quietly turned the knob, it wasn’t locked. I gently pushed it open. My sister was lying in bed with the covers turned down to her knees, reading.

Mikayla looked over the top of her book at me. Without moving her head away from the book, she removed her right hand from inside her panties and used it to lift the duvet cover on the opposite side of her bed. Without speaking she returned to reading her book while holding the cover up. The silent gesture was both warm and inviting.

I slipped under the covers and snuggled close enough to her to ease my doubts. Mikayla didn’t flinch when I rolled on my side, covered her right knee with mine, and draped my right arm under her breasts. I sighed deeply and felt my body shudder in release.

Mikayla’s scent was intoxicating. The scent was a mixture of soap, lotion, perfume and clean sheets.

“I love you Mika.” I said in the slightest of whispers.

“I love you too, now get some sleep.” She whispered back.

*****

Sleep was the obvious choice but I decided to opt for door number two. My head was resting on the pillow with my lips next to my sister’s right shoulder. The strap of her frilly camisole had slipped off and left her shoulder bare. I kissed her right shoulder and gently cupped her left breast through the sheer fabric with my right hand. Fearing that she might reject my curious touching I relaxed my hand and held it perfectly still.

Mikayla accepted my touch without putting her book down. As she turned the page, I could feel her nipple stir and then harden to a point against my palm. What happened next, only took an instant.

Mikayla rolled on to her right side facing me. Her left knee slipped over and straddled my right leg and her right breast pushed between mine. My right hand was still cupping her left breast and my lips were brushing hers.

“Kiss me, like you mean it.” Mikayla whispered.

Unlike any boy that I’d ever kissed, Mikayla’s lips were soft and full. The softness mixed with the taste of her fruity lip gloss was strange yet inviting. My lips parted with hers and her tongue shot past my teeth to the base of my tongue. I could feel the heat of her center squeeze against my leg. There was no mistaking Mikayla’s urgency.

Mikayla broke the kiss and whispered, “Sissy, can you handle this or are you just fucking with me.”

“Mika, this is no game, I want more…” I answered. But Mikayla cut me off with another kiss before I finished answering.

This time the kiss seamed endless. I was lost in a myriad of new sensations. Her sweet taste, erotic tongue movements and soft lips left me wanting to be closer. I yearned to crawl further inside her mouth. I put a hand behind her head and drew it closer without making the kiss harsher.

I flinched a little but did not break our kiss when Mikayla’s hand slipped under my shirt. Jimmy’s touch was nothing like my sister’s. His touches were forceful, sexually deliberate and dominating. Her touch was sensual, delicate and delightful. I moved a hand to her breast and mirrored her caresses to include sensual nipple tugs and taunts.

I wanted to push my hand down over her tummy into her panties. The urge was both overwhelming and confusing. I knew exactly what it would feel like, but it wasn’t my intimate place, it was hers. My mind was reeling, thousands of thoughts and sensations all happening while I remained focused on our kiss.

“Oh Mika,” I moaned as she pulled my nipple tight.

“Mmmm,” she moaned back.

Mikayla gently brushed her lips against mine for another kiss. As she increased the intensity of the kiss, she pressed her knee into my center. The hotter our kisses got the harder she pressed and the more I squirmed against her. OMG, I was actually having sex with my sister. Sex that was beginning to feel orgasmic. I decided it was time to take back the lead and slow the fuck down.

I broke our kiss and rolled Mikayla off of me back onto her back. When she sensed that I was trying to move her, she instantly followed my lead.

*****

“Don’t you dare move.” I threatened as I pushed away from the mattress and knelt beside her right hip.

“Hanna, when did you get so bold?

“Yada yada yada. Less talk, remember I’m in charge.” I scolded.

“In your dreams, this is my room, my rules. I’m your experiment, I get that. It’s just that it’s taken me a few minutes to wrap my mind around it. Now answer my question.”

Kneeling beside her I straightened my back, put my hands on my hips and looked down on her with my eyes closed.

“Yesterday happened by accident and left me wanting to get closer to you. Coming to your room I didn’t have anything planned. I knew that I wanted to snuggle skin-to-skin with you. It looked like I interrupted you when I opened your door. But you blew it off like it was nothing. It made me feel like you trusted me. It turned me on. If you want the absolute truth, I’m a curious horny mess.”

I opened my eyes bahis siteleri and looked directly into Mikayla’s, “Mika, it is your room. And your choice. Please let me be with you for a few minutes, my way.” I said reaching for her breasts.

“OK. You’ve got me squirming and wanting more. Remember, I get a turn.”

I cupped her breasts in my palms. Her nipples were hard as thimbles. I slid both my palms down the outside of her camisole and cupped her side boobs. Then with a motion that was not meant to tickle, I firmly traced my fingers down her sides until they found the hem of her nightshirt.

“Up-see-daisy.” I whispered.

Mikayla lifted her arms and allowed me to pull her camisole up over her head. I took a moment to admire the stark beauty of her breasts. Flat on her back I had expected them to fall and flatten into her chest. But they did not. Her breasts rose firmly atop her ribcage like sculptured marble. Mikayla must have sensed my fascination because she crossed her arms under and across her breasts. I think I inadvertently embarrassed her.

“Hannah.” Mikayla whispered, flushed red and trying to rub away the goose bumps on her forearms.

“Mika, you’re so beautiful,” I whispered back.

I leaned in and kissed the skin of her breast that was bulging out from the top of her crossed arms. Mikayla dropped her arms to her sides allowing me access to her breasts and nipples. She shivered uncontrollably, when I began suckling her left nipple. I was in heaven. Fondling my sister’s breasts and nipples didn’t feel naughty, it felt safe. Safe because trust and confidentiality were implicit. All of my girlfriends would talk about their sexual adventures, but none of them had been girl-girl. We let the boys think we were all bi, but none of it was true.

“Mika, have you ever had another girl do this?” I asked as I moved from one nipple to the next.

“Yes, but we were both young and innocent and didn’t get past timid kissing and touching.” Mikayla admitted.

I traced my fingers down the sides of her breast to the elastic band of her panties. Anticipating my next move, Mikayla moaned and lifted her hips.

I intentionally made my sister hold her butt in the air while I slowly, oh so slowly, slid her panties past her pubis. I made a point of not catching her piercing in the fabric, but I intentionally brushed it.

“Oh My God Hannah, your touch is hot. Quit screwing around and pull them off.” Mikayla pleaded as she continued lifting her hips.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking when you were untying my bikini bottom at the pond. I was just too shy to admit it.” I whispered back.

“That’s bullshit for sure, there was nothing about you at the pond that even came close to being ‘Shy.’ You were a total slut.” Mikayla teased.

Laughing at her remark, I drug my fingers along with her panties against her legs as I pulled them the rest of the way down. She kicked her feet free when her panties reached her ankles.

“Not going fast enough, big Sis?” I asked.

“Remember Hannah, paybacks are hell.” Mikayla cautioned.

*****

I slid off the end of the bed with my sister’s panties in my hand. I stood there next to her feet. I slowly surveyed her stark-naked body from her toes to her head. I smiled when our eyes met.

“Well little slut, what’s next?” Mikayla teased.

Taking another lesson from Jimmy, I lifted my hand, put her panties to my nose and inhaled.

“Hanna, did you really just sniff my panties? Oh my God, you did.” Makayla gasped.

With a mischievous giggle, I put my fingers to my lips and licked them. “Yes, and they smell as good as you tas..te.” My voice cracked as I stammered the words “You taste.”

I knew immediately that I’d pushed way past my naughty limit and momentarily lost my cool. I felt heat radiate out from my sternum across my chest and throat to my face. I had inadvertently embarrassed myself and my sister burst out laughing.

“Quiet, Mom and Dad might hear you.” I scolded.

Mikayla stifled her laughter and managed to squeak out, “Quick, lock the door.”

After locking the bedroom door, I moved back to the foot of her bed. I stripped off my PJ top and dropped my panties to the floor. I could still feel the heat on my chest and face.

“You’re still fire truck red,” Mikayla snickered, “That’s what happens when you play the slut card without being a true slut.”

I stood for a moment, silently studying her body. I stood tall to impress her with my own stark nakedness. Shoulders back, nipples up, feet apart, pubis rocked forward and clitoris front and centered. I decided to take yet another move from Jimmy’s ‘Make Me Wet’ play book.

Mikayla, not to be stared down, challenged my bravado by running her toes up the inside of my thighs to my labia.

“Hannah, I won’t ever tease you again about the size of your boobs. They’re amazing. You should model, that’s how good you look. No wonder Jimmy has a perpetual hard-on.”

As Mikayla began to squeeze my folds between her talented bahis şirketleri toes, I grabbed her ankles.

“Nacho turn.” I giggled.

I lifted her ankles away from my crotch and placed them over my shoulders. I knelt between her legs and began inching forward.

Crawling forward caused Mikayla’s calves to slide past my ears. I moved forward until her knees were over my shoulders. My knees were almost touching her butt. My eagle’s view of her sexy body was spectacular.

So, this is why Jimmy likes this position. His dick, hands and eyes were in the perfect position to conduct a sexual symphony. My hands, eyes and lips were free to roam from her pretty mouth down to her very sexy pussy.

“Mika, I don’t like the word ‘Pussy,’ Jimmy uses it all the time. But looking down between your legs, crotch and vagina just won’t cut it. Your pussy is beautiful. The smoothness of your untanned pubis, your cute little fuck-me-stud and pouty-folds are making me wet.” I said without filtering my thoughts.

“Shut the fuck up.” Mikayla scolded as she cupped her hands over her ears.

I began my Concerto by reaching forward and gently pinching Mikayla’s nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. They were poking up and screaming at me for attention. She quickly moved her hands from covering her ears to covering my hands. She melted into the mattress without resisting.

“Fuuuck meee…” Mikayla growled, “I was wrong. You are a total slut.”

Then Mikayla gently lifted my hands to her lips and kissed them both in turn before saying, “Hannah, my nips are toast, they need a week or so to cool down. Choose another spot.”

I pulled my hands back and rested them on her elevated knees. The feel of her legs against my breasts caused my nipples to tingle.

“My bad, I’m a newbie to all of this.” I whispered

“No worries, me too.”

I shamelessly stared, completely transfixed upon the totality of my sister’s nakedness. Her face, eyes, breasts, shoulders, hands, navel, and thighs were the instruments of my symphony. But the lead violinist of my concerto was Mikayla’s sexual core, her piercing and her pussy.

It was an epiphany, my “Aha!” moment. I had just discovered what it felt like to lust after a woman. Mikayla could see that I was lost in thought. She squeezed her thighs together and crossed her arms over her breasts.

“Sis, what are you thinking?” Mikayla whispered.

I glanced up and made eye contact with her. I noticed that her throat and face were flushed red.

“Mika, are you embarrassed? Have I gone too far?” I whispered.

“No, Sissy. I’m aroused more than I’ve ever been in my life. You’ve caused me to completely melt down. My knees are so weak right now that I couldn’t escape this room if the house were burning down. For God’s sake please talk to me. Tell me that you’re still Ok with all of this.”

I broke eye contact with her and returned to the object of my desire.

Not sure of what to say I began by speaking in a whisper. “I love the way your tan lines point to the center of your sex.”

I moved in close, but not fast like yesterday. I spread her legs wide enough to part her folds and continued in a whisper.

“I love the way your piercing is happily nestled above your clit. I’m definitely going to get one. But I’m mesmerized by the way your naked sex draws me in.”

I was moving slow enough that we were both prepared for what came next.

Unlike the way Jimmy kissed and licked his way down my inner thighs, I dropped my face directly to the base of her labia. I stuck out my tongue and slowly traced it between her folds. I moved slow enough to enjoy the tactile sensation of my tongue against the moist indentation at the base of her inner lips. I traced my tongue across her opening to her piercing. With my forearms and hands on her hips I controlled the predictable lurch that occurred when my tongue briefly dipped into her core.

The milky white substance that accumulated on my tongue was thick, earthy sweet and slick. Using my tongue as a brush, I lathered Mikayla’s clitoris and piercing. This time I wasn’t in shock or reacting to being tickled. I was deliberately eating out another girl, albeit my sister, a lesbian act none the less. Like the line from Katie’s song, “and I liked it.”

“Sorry, you wanted me to talk, was this good enough?” I teased, whispering directly into her piercing.

“Christ Hannah, just go for it.” Mikayla pleaded.

I could feel my sister relax as she relinquished her body to me. Flat on her back, puffy nipples still taught, she reached out and turned off her reading lamp.

“Mika, please turn the light back on.” I whispered with my breath lightly blowing against her piercing.

“Aren’t you the bossy one.” Mikayla gasped as she switched the lamp back on.

*****

I lightly traced a finger over her pubis and around her vulva as I licked her piercing. The skin over her pubis was taught and smooth. I loved the way her lips pouted when I squeezed them together. I knew what pressing along the outside of my labia felt like. I knew how it felt to gently pull the loose skin covering my clitoris. So, when Mikayla squirmed under my touches, I knew how fucking wonderful it was making her feel.

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