The Only One Who Gets Me

by Nicolette Dane

  “Ooh!” exclaimed Elsa, her eyes fixated on Elise and feeling the desire for her stepsister burn inside of her. She kicked her legs out a few times reflexively as she watched Elise move toward her.

  Reaching behind her back, Elise deftly unhooked her own bra and let it slide down her arms and then tossed it off the bed. Elsa could see her stepsister’s breasts in the candlelight, perky and firm, hanging and gently swaying as Elise approached, that little triangle of freckles obvious just above Elise’s nipple. Elise reached Elsa now and without warming she grabbed onto Elsa’s grey shorts and yanked them down over her hips, quickly pulling them down her legs and off of her feet.

  “Wow,” said Elsa. “You’re really making me excited and nervous.”

  “Take off your tank,” said Elise, leaning down and kissing Elsa softly on her bare thigh. As she did this, Elsa felt goosebumps prickle up on her arms.

  “Okay,” said Elsa with an enthusiastic nod. Reaching down, she lifted her tank top up over her head and threw it off. She wore no bra underneath, just her bare chest with two tiny tits barely sticking out.

  “So small,” said Elise seductively, reaching her hand out and tenderly caressing one of Elsa’s breasts. Elsa arched her back and quivered with this attention, lying back on the bed, propped up on the pillows against the headboard, wearing only a little pair of white knickers.

  “What are you gonna do to me, Sis?” said Elsa in a nervy whisper. She watched Elise with intense anticipation, hovering over her with only a short skirt coving her slender body.

  “Mmm,” hummed Elise, lowering her head between Elsa’s legs and softly planting a kiss onto Elsa’s pussy over the thin tensile fabric of her knickers. This made Elsa’s head go limp, letting it fall back against the pillows and gazing upwards. “I can already tell you’re getting wet,” said Elise, tracing her finger over a wet mark on Elsa’s knickers.

  “I am,” said Elsa.

  “Good,” said Elise, continuing to caress Elsa’s pussy through the fabric, every so often giving Elsa’s lips a firm squeeze.

  “Will you take off your skirt?” said Elsa self-consciously. “I want to see you naked.”

  “Okay, Sis,” said Elise. She stood up off to the side of the bed and shimmied the skirt down her hips, wearing no knickers underneath. Elsa gazed upon Elise’s nudity, taking in her slight figure, focusing in on the tuft of fur sitting between Elise’s thighs, short and blonde much like Elsa’s own mound. Elise, catching Elsa taking her in, reached down and ran her fingers through her own pubic hair a few times in a teasing movement.

  “I’ve never done anything like this with another girl before,” said Elsa. “I’m glad I could do this with someone so close to me.”

  “Just between us,” reiterated Elise, bringing her finger to her lips as if to shush her stepsister. She crept back up onto the bed and floated near Elsa once again.

  “Yes,” said Elsa quietly, grinning, happy.

  “Well,” said Elise, putting her hands against her bare hips. “What are you waiting for?”

  “What?” said Elsa, slightly confused.

  “Take ‘em off,” said Elise, giving a quick point to Elsa’s white knickers.

  “Oh!” said Elsa, looking down between her legs. With an adept movement, she threaded her fingers into the elastic of her knickers and slid them down. As they reached her knees, Elise took over and helped Elsa remove them from her legs. Once Elise had them in her hands, she brought them up to her face to inspect them. She turned them inside out and brought the crotch to her nose and sniffed. Elsa laughed.

  “Smells musky,” said Elise with a wink. “And it’s pretty moist in here.” She reached a finger into Elsa’s knickers and touched her fingertip to the wetness on the fabric. As she pulled her finger back, a thin viscous string of goo came with it and only snapped once Elise’s finger was a few inches from the fabric.

  “What do you call that wet pussy juice?” said Elsa inquisitively, watching her stepsister’s moves.

  “Wet pussy juice,” Elise deadpanned. “Some people call it grool,” she said with a laugh.

  “Grool?” repeated Elsa. “What does that mean?”

  “Girl drool,” said Elise, touching her finger to Elsa’s wet knickers once more, absentmindedly playing with the grooly wetness inside.

  “I like it,” laughed Elsa, transfixed on Elise playing with her knickers.

  “Enough of this,” said Elise, tossing her stepsister’s knickers to the floor. “I want it from the source.” Lowering her head down between Elsa’s legs, she gave her slit a long, slow lick upwards and as she reached Elsa’s clit she tongued it in a few light circles.

  “Mmm,” sighed Elsa, easing back into the pillows. Although she felt like she wanted to close her eyes and relax, she couldn’t break her vision from Elise’s affections.

  “How does that feel?” said Elise softly, vibrating her lips against Elsa’s pussy.

  “Really good,” admitted Elsa.

  “Good,” said Elise. She slipped her tongue out from her mouth and moved it between Elsa’s pussy lips, dragging it up and down, spreading Elsa’s moisture all throughout her slit.

  As Elsa began to subtly writhe into the sheets, Elise brought her finger up beside her mouth, still sweetly lapping and licking against her stepsister’s womanhood, and pushed it between Elsa’s thighs, grazing it softly over her taint and near her hairless ass. Elise traced a gentle line, so close to Elsa’s hole, bringing it across her taint, and vaguely touching her pussy. Her fingertip gained more wetness with each pass. Elsa reached over with one hand and gripped the sheets between her fingers.

  “Will you finger me, Sissy?” said Elsa absentmindedly. Her eyes were now closed, her head splayed to one side on the pillow. “I love being filled.”

  “I’ve got a better plan,” cooed Elise into Elsa’s clit, the vibrations of her lips throbbing and moist.

  Elise popped up and reached over to her bedside table, opening the drawer at the top. She fished around in the drawer for a moment before coming up with a purple silicone dildo, ribbed throughout its shaft. Repositioning herself between her stepsister’s legs, she put the dildo in her mouth to moisten it, slowing pulling it out, and then lowered herself down. Elise head lightly rested on Elsa’s thigh, slurping on Elsa’s clit slowly with her tongue, as she positioned the dildo against Elsa’s wanting pussy lips.

  Elsa’s chest was heaving by this time, her small tits moving up and down as she breathed. Her delight was increasing exponentially as she awaited Elise’s attention. Bringing a hand to her chest, she attempted to still herself but to no avail.

  With a loving tenderness, Elise deliberately slid the purple dildo into Elsa, filling her tight hole completely. Elsa could feel each inch as it came inside of her, stuffing and stretching her in such a satisfying motion. Then, before she even knew it, Elise slowly removed the dildo from her stepsister, pulling it out carefully and slowly. Elise did this a few times in succession, her lips still pressed against Elsa’s clit but unmoving, her eyes focused up on Elsa’s face to gauge the pleasure her stepsister was feeling.

  “Oh!” groaned Elsa indolently, her hips shuffling, her arms wiggling as she searched for some grounding. It was like some crazy dream. When Elsa had first laid eyes on Elise, some four or five years prior, she was intensely drawn to her. She was athletic and fit, smart, self-assured, pretty. Back then, Elsa had even felt a strange tingling for Elise but also knew those kind of feelings were taboo and weird but she just couldn’t help it. And now here she was, lying back on Elise’s bed in her apartment, this beautiful stepsister of hers, pleasuring her with a long, tight-fitting toy. These thoughts made Elsa dizzy with lust and excitement. She could feel the intensity burning in her belly.

  Elise’s lips coddled Elsa’s clit, sweetly and lightly sucking on the area, slurping up Elsa’s fleshy intimate folds. Elsa could feel the suction against her clit, the little kernel almost levitating off of her and into her stepsister’s mouth. Her wetness between her
thighs grew, damp and humid, as Elise penetrated her with the toy and focused her mouth on Elsa’s clit.

  “How is this?” said Elise softly, then quickly returning to her mouthful attentiveness.

  “Really good,” moaned Elsa. “Just so amazing.” She looked down to Elise for a moment and saw her stepsister’s face buried between her legs, her elbow moving back and forth with the thrusting of the dildo, and her naked behind sticking up in the air looking like a heart. Contented and feeling loved, Elsa fell back against the pillows once more and happily sighed.

  Elise moved her lips up to Elsa’s bushy mound and planted delicate kisses into her fur, sweetly moving her damp lips over her stepsister’s pubis. With her free hand, she applied gentle pressure to Elsa’s clit, using her thumb to diddle and manipulate it all while maintaining a steady and rhythmic pace with the dildo.

  With metrical reflexive movements, Elsa’s hips began to thrust up and down, as though she were riding the dildo that Elise penetrated her with. Elsa’s ass lifted up off the sheets, her body getting into the steamy sex act, and she felt a slight hint of sweat accumulating at her lower back. Her pussy started to clench onto the dildo as it moved inside of her, gripping onto it as it entered and reluctantly releasing it as Elise pulled it out. As though she could sense what was happening, Elise sped up her pace and Elsa’s hip thrusts matched the rhythm.

  “It’s okay,” cooed Elise into Elsa’s fur, kissing on it sweetly, her finger still fondling, the dildo penetrating. “Come for me.”

  Elsa nodded upon hearing Elise’s coaching, her fingers threading into the sheets and gripping at the fabric to brace herself as she bubbled up inside. First she felt a prickly sensation in her fingers and toes, like a numbness, melded with a pleasant but sharp electricity. Her legs and thighs began to tremble, a subtle shaking that confused Elsa at first as it was something she hadn’t quite felt before. The dampness she felt between her legs, on her back, on her thighs, started feeling a bit cool, like sweat drying off.

  “Don’t stop,” whispered Elsa, flopping her head from side to side, gyrating her hips, pulsing and throbbing, and feeling a concentrated desire for her stepsister. “Please.”

  “Come for me,” repeated Elise, running her tongue up from Elsa’s clit and through her short pubic hair. It was a slow lick, a passionate lick.

  “Oh God,” groaned Elsa in a low tone but with confused excitement. For a moment her hearing went funny, like she was underwater, and she opened her eyes wide only to see little bright floaters cross her vision, like a mess of twinkly stars. Her sopping pussy contracted against the dildo being pushed into her, squeezing it tightly and feeling the squeeze throughout her lower body. A tear ran down the side of Elsa’s face and she felt like she could break into a weep. This moment was all she knew, this one single moment of joyful bliss, of passionate attention, of love.

  Elsa was coming like she had never experienced before.

  With a loud moan, Elsa’s hearing returned to normal and she looked down at her stepsister. Elise was simply kissing on Elsa’s mound, no longer thrusting the dildo but rather just leaving it inside of Elsa’s pussy to make her feel filled up. With a sudden jolt, Elsa let her ass fall back to the bed, now feeling a sense of exhaustion and spent energy. Each breath came out as a sigh as it exited Elsa’s mouth. Quivering aftershocks continued to course through her form, haphazardly wending through her limbs.

  “You did great,” said Elise with a grin across her lips, kissing Elsa’s mound one last time before carefully pulling the dildo out from Elsa’s moist cavern, crawling up the length of her body, and lying down on the bed next to her. Both of their bodies were humid with sweat and their soft white flesh vaguely stuck together as they coalesced.

  “Oh Elise,” said Elsa, turning her face toward her stepsister and smiling exuberantly. “Thank you,” she said, pushing her mouth out and kissing Elise sweetly on the lips.

  “This will be just between us,” said Elise, nuzzling her nose against Elsa’s and kissing her once more. “We can have a lot of secret fun.”

  “Yes,” agreed Elsa, feeling the weight of her body sink into the bed and relax as a foggy afterglow rinsed over her. “I want to do it again.”

  “We will,” confided Elise, bringing her hand up and petting through Elsa’s hair. “Don’t worry.”

  “I love you so much,” said Elsa. “So, so much.” Elise laughed softly at Elsa’s admittance and kissed her.

  “I love you, too,” Elise said with a devoted sigh.

  Elsa had a loving smile plastered on her face as she closed her eyes and settled into a heartfelt embrace with Elise. This all felt so perfect, natural and right. For once in a long time, Elsa felt like there was somebody who understood her, who got her, who felt like she felt. It had been a long time wandering, figuring things out for herself, and she felt comforted to know that Elise, her stepsister, was there for her in this time of confused transition.

  She could feel Elise petting her hair and softly breathing against her face, and this adoring attention made Elsa feel whole. Elsa’s pussy tenderly pulsed, still reeling from the ardent penetration, and her thighs quaked every so often. It was such an amazing feeling to be lying there with Elise and she knew she would remember this moment for the rest of her life.

  It was bliss.

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  LAST NIGHT AT CAMP PINEBUSH

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Molly, playfully placing the bunch of shorn fur into Krista’s hand.

  “Thank you,” said Krista, looking down and running her fingers through her now tidied and short pubic mound. “It looks good.”

  “You’ve got a nice pussy,” said Molly friskily. Without warning, she reached between Krista’s legs and gave her pussy lips a soft squeeze, then quickly withdrew her hand with a cackling laugh.

  “Hey!” said Krista, trying to whack Molly’s hand but instead swatting only air.

  “Last night at Camp Pinebush,” said Molly, jokingly wistful, pressing her hands together as though she were praying, then bringing them up to her cheek. “And Krista gets her bush whacked.”

  “Oh yeah?” said Krista, spiritedly stepping toward Molly. “Well, I pine for your bush!” Krista leapt onto Molly, tackling her down to the bed. With one hand she reached down between Molly’s thighs and grabbed onto the fleshy folds of her pussy while Krista’s other hand, still holding her cut pubes, came up toward Molly’s face and pushed the hair onto Molly’s mouth and nose.

  “Hey!” exclaimed Molly, trying to force her friend off of her. She closed her mouth tightly and batted at Krista’s hand as it pressed the pubes against her face. Meanwhile, Krista’s other hand pinched Molly’s labia together and wagged them back and forth.

  Molly slapped Krista’s hands and arms but also hurriedly tried to wipe the pubes off of her mouth. She thrashed her head and pushed at Krista’s body, attempting to shove her off. Molly was smaller than Krista, however, and was the underdog in this fight.

  “I win!” said Krista, giving Molly’s pussy a tender slap as she jumped off of her friend and to her feet, standing over the bed with a grin spread across her face.

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  ROAD TRIPPIN’ NO PANTIES

  As they continued their kiss, Nat could feel herself growing aroused between her legs. She could feel her pussy throbbing mellifluously, a trickle of wetness slipping downwards between her lips, and an anxious quiver running through her figure. Never had she imagined kissing Jenny, but in the moment it felt exciting, fun, and natural.

  In a slow movement, Jenny pulled back from their kiss and the girls opened their eyes together to take a peek at each other. Nat moved a hand to rest on Jenny’s upper chest, transferring a subtle humidity between flesh. They both felt slightly flush from their encounter, the exhilaration palpable in the night air.

  “That was nice,” said Nat serenely.

  “Mm hmm,” agreed Jenny, smiling and nodding her head.

  “Can I touch you?” ask Nat, gently rubbing her palm against Jenny’s upper chest.

  “Okay,” whispered Jenny.

  Moving her hand down, Nat eased her fingers between Jenny’s legs and started to gently caress Jenny’s hairless pussy lips. She manipulated her friend’s flesh between her fingers, feeling the folds and flaps, the twists and turns. As she fondled Jenny down below, she could feel her friend begin to moisten, a wetness that slipped out easily and began to coat her fingers. Looking down to watch herself massage Jenny, Nat rested her head against Jenny’s chest and breathed heavily.

  “I like that,” sighed Jenny, kissing the top of Nat’s head as it rested in front of her.

  “Your pussy is soft,” said Nat. “And smooth.”

  Suddenly Nat felt Jenny’s hand push between her legs and start to fondle her in unison. With her middle and ring fingers, Jenny slowly petted Nat’s pussy lips, already moist from the excitement of it all, and Jenny’s fingers moved between Nat’s lips with verve and caressed upwards in a rhythmic motion. Each time Jenny’s fingers reached Nat’s clit, Nat felt herself shiver with delight.