TABOO LESBIAN ROMANCE
The Only One Who Gets Me
Nicolette Dane
Copyright © 2015 Nicolette Dane
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All romantically involved characters within this book are consenting adults over the age of 18 and are not related by blood.
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Your “Look Inside” Quickie
As Elsa considered what her sister might look like naked, she realized that she was softly fondling herself between her legs. The water streamed down over her body as she pressed two fingers against her clit and softly manipulated it in a circle. While the idea that she was pleasuring herself to thoughts of her stepsister felt a little strange, she didn’t care that much. Nobody could see her. Nobody could read her mind.
Looking around the shower, Elsa spotted a grouping of various beauty product bottles off on a shelf. Halting her masturbation for a moment, she inspected the bottles and pulled one out from the back. It was a small, slim shampoo bottle, no more than an inch or so in diameter and about six inches in length. She stuck the bottle under the stream of water coming from the showerhead and wiped it off as best as she could. Her mind began to race.
Propping her foot up slightly on a lip of the porcelain tub, she widened her legs and anticipated the angle. Elsa guided the shampoo bottle bottom first down between her legs and placed it at the base of her pussy. Tenderly and slow, she started to push it against herself with one hand while her other hand settled on her clit and slowly diddled.
In her mind, she imagined Elise there in the shower with her, her stepsister’s hand helping escort the small bottle into Elsa’s pinkness. Elise was nude in Elsa’s daydream, sitting on her knees below and kissing Elsa’s thigh as she gently maneuvered the bottle. It didn’t take very long of Elsa considering this fantasy until her pussy dilated and the bottle slid inside of her hole. She moaned softly once her nether area accepted the plastic bottle.
Languidly, Elsa penetrated herself with the shampoo bottle and paid attention to her clit with the fingers of her opposing hand. She could feel the bottle filling her as she pushed it in, and then that subtle feeling of emptiness as she pulled it out. Back and forth, she thrust the bottle inside of herself, her pussy growing wetter and more throbbing with each pressured push.
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THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS ME
“I just don’t know what to do,” pouted Elsa, fussing with her long blonde hair as she sat on Elise’s couch. Elsa had recently turned 18-years-old and had made the decision to not go to college right away. It was a difficult decision for her, but she knew there was something else out there for her that didn’t involve loads of debt and burying her nose in books for which she had no interest.
“I can’t say I’m surprised,” said Elise, reaching over to Elsa and sweetly stroking her hair. Elise and Elsa had only known each other for a couple of years when their parents met and married. Despite only being stepsisters, the two girls looked quite similar, slim with blonde hair, and were sometimes even mistaken for twins. Elise, however, was 25-years-old, had her own apartment, her own life, and often acted as her little stepsister’s advisor in troubling matters.
“What do you mean?” asked Elsa.
“Well,” started Elise. “You’re making an unpopular decision that Dad just doesn’t like. Of course he’s going to take drastic measures to get you to comply.”
“Kicking me out of the house?” said Elsa incredulously, flipping a hand up into the air.
“Tough love,” said Elise with a pained smile.
“He didn’t act like this when you came out as a lesbian,” said Elsa, folding her arms together and huffing.
“That’s because he knows there’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian,” said Elise, attempting to correct her stepsister’s comparison.
“I know it’s different,” admitted Elsa. “It just messes everything up, you know?”
“I do,” said Elise, nodding her head.
“I don’t think college is right for me,” said Elsa. “At least not right now.”
“So you’re not going to college,” said Elise. “And you’re getting kicked out of the house.”
“It sure looks like it,” said Elsa, pulling out her shorts to adjust them as she sat cross-legged on the couch. She released a long sigh as she contemplated what it all meant.
“Look,” said Elise with trepidation on her face. “I have an extra room here,” she said, looking over to her stepsister and petting her bare leg. “You can stay for a little while until you get stuff figured out.”
“Really?” said Elsa with joyous surprise. “I mean, you really mean it?”
“Yes,” said Elise, nodding knowingly. “But don’t take advantage of me, Sis. You get one month rent-free. So you’re going to have to get cracking on this whole life thing.”
“Oh, I will!” exclaimed Elsa, gyrating in her seat, bouncing and taking Elise’s arm in her hands and shaking her softly with excitement. “Thank you so much, Sis. I won’t disappoint you,” she said.
“I know you won’t, babe,” said Elise with a sage-like smile.
“I’m so happy we became sisters,” said Elsa. “You’re, like, the only one who gets me.”
“I love you, Elsa,” said Elise, leaning forward and kissing Elsa sweetly on the lips. Elsa returned her stepsister’s kiss and then lurched out and hugged her tightly.
“I love you, too,” said Elsa as she gripped firmly onto her stepsister, grinning from ear to ear at Elise’s generosity. “I feel like I’m so much more like you than anyone else in the family.”
“I tend to agree,” said Elise grinning.
“I’m like you but seven years behind,” said Elsa. “If I had had you growing up, man, I would have been so happy.”
“You have me now,” said Elise, again petting her stepsister’s hair lovingly. “Stop dilly-dallying, Sis, and go pack your stuff.”
“Right!” said Elsa, leaping up off the couch, grabbing her car keys from the coffee table, and trotting toward the door. “I’ll call you when I’ve got the move figured out,” she said, blowing a kiss at Elise.
“Sounds dandy,” said Elise, giving a wave. Elsa pulled open the door to the apartment and bounced out in a flash of exhilaration. As she left Elise sighed and let a content smile wash over her face. Picking up her water glass from the coffee table she took a sip and sat back on the couch, pondering what she had gotten herself into.
*
“This is incredible,” said Elsa, setting a box down on the floor of her new bedroom. “This room is bigger than my room at home!” She wore a bright green tank top showing off her lithe upper body and had her blonde hair tied back in a bun.
“We’ll get you a bed from the furniture store next weekend,” said Elise, stepping into the room behind her stepsister with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She too wore a tank top, bright white in col
or, and similarly had her blonde hair up in a bun. The two girls looked nearly identical.
“Thanks for letting me crash with you until then,” said Elsa sheepishly. She put her hands on her hips and looked around the room as though she were surveying her spoils of war. “This is gonna be awesome living with you.”
“Remember,” said Elise, setting the duffel down on the floor. “Rent is $500 per month. You’re clear this month, but I expect you to have the money next month. Okay?”
“Okay,” said Elsa, smiling. “I know I can do this, Sis. Thanks for believing in me.” Elsa scurried over to Elise and embraced her lovingly, pulling her closer and burying her face into her stepsister’s shoulder.
“You’re welcome, babe,” said Elise, kissing the top of Elsa’s head. She pulled back from their hug and looked down slightly at Elsa, as she was a few inches taller than her sister. “It looks like we’re about done here, Els’. Was this the last of it?”
“Mm hmm,” said Elsa enthusiastically with a nod. “The car is cleared out.”
“Well, you really don’t have much stuff!” exclaimed Elise with a laugh, looking around the room at the boxes and bags her stepsister had brought over.
“Yeah,” said Elsa, looking to her collection of possessions. “Moving was a good opportunity to toss a bunch of crap out.”
“That’s the spirit,” said Elise, laughing. She gently gave Elsa a push on the shoulder.
As though a light bulb went on over her head, Elsa scampered over to a suitcase pushed into the corner and yanked it down flat on the floor. She ungracefully unzipped the suitcase and began digging through the clothes. Elise stepped closer to her and watched with interest.
“I’m gonna shower this sweat off,” said Elsa, looking up to Elise and smiling.
“There are spare towels in the closet,” said Elise. “Feel free to use whatever you need.”
“Thanks, Sis,” said Elsa. From her suitcase she pulled a dark purple jersey-knit skirt, a blank tank top much like the one she was wearing, and an almost absurdly tiny pair of pink knickers. She held up the knickers and showed her sister, stretching them out and snickering slightly.
“Those will hardly cover your ass at all!” exclaimed Elise, laughing with Elsa. “You’ll catch a cold wearing those.”
“Ha,” said Elsa, standing up now with her clothing stuffed under her arm and her pink knickers in her hand. “I’m small, what can I say?”
“Hit the showers, Elsa,” said Elise. “I’m gonna go have a glass of water and read.” She smiled, wiggled her fingers at Elsa, and sauntered out of the room toward the kitchen.
Once her stepsister left, Elsa followed her out of the room but turned the opposite direction down the hallway and made her way toward the bathroom. Just before the bathroom was a closet and Elsa swiftly opened the closet doors and extracted a soft and fluffy white towel from inside. With the towel draped over her shoulder, Elsa entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
The bathroom was bright and clean, with grey stone tiles underfoot and walls painted a dark burnt orange. The shower itself was large with two full glass doors that went all the way to the ground. Elsa hung her towel up on the rack next to her sister’s towel, dropped her clothing onto the sink counter, and then waltzed toward the shower and flung the glass door open.
Reaching inside, Elsa brought the shower to life. A thick blast of water shot from the showerhead and she adjusted the temperature to find a suitable heat. She spun around from the shower and caught a look of herself in the mirror. This all felt like a dream, she thought. Just days ago she was uncertain about her future, where she would live, how she would survive, and now here see was moving in with her amazing older stepsister. Elise really was a revelation in a rather lackluster family. She was someone who was making her own way, doing her own thing, regardless of what the family thought. Elsa really looked up to her.
Looking in that mirror, Elsa pondered on how similar she and Elise actually appeared. Even though they were stepsisters, it was like they were twins. And despite being seven years older than her, Elise certainly looked young like Elsa. It was like the girls were separated at birth, yet the universe had found a way to bring them back together. Elise’s beauty captivated Elsa as well. Of course, Elsa knew that she herself was a pretty girl, but Elise had an awesome beauty about her. A sensuality, a sexiness, an in-charge and knowing persona that made her gorgeous inside and out. Elsa hoped that one day she could be just like her sister.
Elsa slipped out of her bright green tank top, the fabric dotted with sweat spots from the move, and tossed it to the floor. Next she slid her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them, standing there in just a pair of black knickers. She again looked on herself in the mirror. Her lithe frame was feminine and small, her hips only starting to widen a little bit in the last year. Elsa had small breasts, pale like the rest of her skin, each marked with a dark pink areola barely larger than a nickel. Pinching at one of her nipples, she smiled to herself in the mirror, happy with how young and chipper she appeared.
Sticking her fingers into the elastic of her knickers, Elsa shimmied them down over her ass and hips and let them fall down the length of her legs, kicking them toward the wall. She inspected her blonde bush, softly running her fingers over the tightly shorn fur. Elsa enjoyed keeping her mound well trimmed. Not that she showed it off very frequently or anything, but it was more for her. She was meticulous about its upkeep, maintaining a clipped pubis while her pussy and the rest of her underside was shaved to the skin.
She ran her fingers down over her pussy lips to feel the softness. Elsa loved to touch herself when she was freshly shaven, her flesh so smooth and healthily plump. Pinching the meatiness of her labia, she pulled gently at it to test its elasticity. She then reached her fingers deeper underneath herself, feeling up into the crack of her ass to make sure she depilated herself completely.
Turning around, Elsa stepped into the shower and shut the glass door behind her. She let the water course down over her small, fair body, wash down and soak over her hair. Smoothing her hair out, she guided a bundle of her blonde locks down her back to get it out of the way. The water drizzled down her chest, beads dripping over her tits, down her stomach, and falling to the shower floor below.
Elsa’s thoughts drifted back to her stepsister once more. It was impossible to deny that she was growing more and more infatuated with Elise. She was just so impressive to Elsa. So perfect and understanding. As Elsa looked down at her own nude body, she imagined what Elise might look like nude. She, like Elsa, was slim and slight, with a smallish chest though Elise did have larger breasts. One time, Elsa had caught a glimpse of Elise’s breasts in a low-cut top and noticed a small grouping of birthmarks above the nipple of her left tit. It was three birthmarks and they made a little triangle. So precious, Elsa thought. In her mind, Elsa saw Elise removing her top over her head, tossing it, her breasts spilling out and wagging. And that little triangle of birthmarks making itself known.
As Elsa considered what her sister might look like naked, she realized that she was softly fondling herself between her legs. The water streamed down over her body as she pressed two fingers against her clit and softly manipulated it in a circle. While the idea that she was pleasuring herself to thoughts of her stepsister felt a little strange, she didn’t care that much. Nobody could see her. Nobody could read her mind.
Looking around the shower, Elsa spotted a grouping of various beauty product bottles off on a shelf. Halting her masturbation for a moment, she inspected the bottles and pulled one out from the back. It was a small, slim shampoo bottle, no more than an inch or so in diameter and about six inches in length. She stuck the bottle under the stream of water coming from the showerhead and wiped it off as best as she could. Her mind began to race.
Propping her foot up slightly on a lip of the porcelain tub, she widened her legs and anticipated the angle. Elsa guided the shampoo bottle bottom first down between her legs and placed it at the base o
f her pussy. Tenderly and slow, she started to push it against herself with one hand while her other hand settled on her clit and slowly diddled.
In her mind, she imagined Elise there in the shower with her, her stepsister’s hand helping escort the small bottle into Elsa’s pinkness. Elise was nude in Elsa’s daydream, sitting on her knees below and kissing Elsa’s thigh as she gently maneuvered the bottle. It didn’t take very long of Elsa considering this fantasy until her pussy dilated and the bottle slid inside of her hole. She moaned softly once her nether area accepted the plastic bottle.
Languidly, Elsa penetrated herself with the shampoo bottle and paid attention to her clit with the fingers of her opposing hand. She could feel the bottle filling her as she pushed it in, and then that subtle feeling of emptiness as she pulled it out. Back and forth, she thrust the bottle inside of herself, her pussy growing wetter and more throbbing with each pressured push.
She imagined Elise driving the thrusting bottle and the image she created in her mind was one of Elise fondling herself as she pleasured Elsa. The water from the shower drenched them both, moistening their skin, matting their blonde hair down to their soft, pale flesh. Elsa felt herself tingling between her thighs and in response to this she fondled her clit harder and faster, drawing little concentric circles atop her sensitive nub, as the shampoo bottle filled her hole just below. Her chest began to heave, her breath quickening as she pleasured herself there in the shower. Stream rose up from the water, and Elsa felt as though she was growing flush in the heat.
Elsa’s pussy began to grip onto the bottle as it entered and exited her, little convulsions to match the penetration. Her hips moved subtly back and forth, as though she were riding the makeshift dildo. Looking down, Elsa noticed a delicate coating of her pussy juices saturating the bottle, a natural lubricating assistance in her masturbatory progressions. The creaminess of her moisture was apparent on the bottle as well as from a viscid globule dripping down one of her thighs.
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