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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL.

This is my first story. It describes (with modest embellishment)
my first lesbian experience with my sister.  It contains the
account of me breast feeding from my sister.

This story is a slightly embellished account of a true
experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their
experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I
am always looking for more true experiences from others to write
about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with
first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance,
and trib.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful,
erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free
to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com

Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001

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"SISTER'S HONEYMOON"
by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F INCEST SIS/SIS MILK 1st


I came from a pretty normal family - growing up it was just my
folks, myself and my little sister, Jeanie. My sister and I were
close, at least as close as our 4 year age difference would
allow. From age 16 to 20 the difference seemed most significant.
It was at 20 that I married and within a year, had our first baby
- a precious little girl named Jennifer. Dave and I lived across
town, about 15 miles from my family. A year later is when things
started to melt down in our family. Jeanie had become pregnant at
18. She hid this little fact from the whole family for nearly 5
months. I knew something was up and she finally confided in me. I
told her she needed to tell mom and dad - after all, they were
going to find out pretty soon anyway. A week later she did. Mom
and dad went ballistic! They disowned Jeanie and she wound up
moving out. Unfortunately, she decided to move in with the creep
that got her pregnant. I felt so much compassion for Jeanie and
went out of my way to show support for her. She had so many
questions about her pregnancy and I helped her through it and
reassured her. We became closer than ever over that period - best
friends, actually.

Giving me mixed emotions, Jeanie and the creep decided to get
married, but she, in her words, "sure wasn't going wear a wedding
gown with a basketball for a belly", so they set the date for
July 14th, three months after her due date. April was a busy
month for us - Jeanie and I both celebrated our birthdays - she
turned 19 on April 4th and I turned 23 on the 11th. But the 19th
was the biggest birthday party. That's when Jeanie gave birth to
Samantha. She was beautiful; 7 lbs - 2 oz, 20 inches long,
platinum blond hair, and she looked like she might have Jeanie's
blue eyes as well - although a baby's eyes are pretty dark at
birth.

Things were still very cool between Jeanie and my folks so I
became sort of a mother figure to Jeanie. Kind of weird for a 23
year old to be a mother figure to a 19 year old, but Jeanie had
lots of questions about taking care of a baby. I did have some
experience to offer - my Jennifer was almost two. I had just
weaned her - which was an emotional let down for me. I felt even
worse as I watched Jeanie breast feed little Samantha. Breast
feeding is such an intimate act and really bonds a mother and
child. Weaning a baby results in a sense of loss. Those bonding
moments were gone forever.

July rolled around and things were set for Jeanie's wedding day.
It would be a small church service. Mom and dad were still upset
about everything but would attend the wedding. Jeanie had planned
their honeymoon - the creep didn't have a romantic bone in his
body. Five days before the wedding, Jeanie shows up at my house
hysterical. She would go from crying to screaming to crying
again. It seems the creep had decided that being a daddy wasn't
for him. He took off and left Jeanie and Samantha. I felt so bad
for my little sister. She made one mistake and was paying for it
continuously it seemed. I spent the afternoon just hugging on
Jeanie, comforting her, and telling her that things would work. I
told her I would always be there for her and Samantha. She laid
her head on my shoulder and through her tears she cried "I love
you Mindy". I caressed her hair and told her "I love you too" and
gave her a reassuring, "motherly" kiss on the top of her head.

Friday Jeanie showed up at my place with Samantha. I asked how
everything was going. She said "couldn't be better". She was
really bonding to Samantha. We were eating some bagels and
drinking coffee when Jeanie asks "you want to go to Saint
Marten"? I said, "huh?" She explained that her honeymoon
reservations were non refundable and she had an "available" plane
ticket and 10 days in a cottage on the beach - sun, surf,
casinos, boat drinks, and all that exquisite french cuisine -
besides, she really didn't want to go alone. I thought about it
for a half-second and told her "yes!". I could use a break from
real life.

I said good bye to Dave and Jennifer, leaving him three pages of
notes on what to do before I went to pick up Jeanie and Samantha.
Mom and dad had agreed to watch Samantha while Jeanie was gone.
They might have been mad at Jeanie, but they couldn't say no to
their second granddaughter. We departed Sunday, flew to Puerto
Rico and took a puddle-jumper to St. Marten. The island was
beautiful! I've never seen water so clear - or such a light blue-
green color. We unloaded our bags at the cottage and went out to
get a bite to eat for lunch. We found this little cafe just off
the strip overlooking the beach. What a view! Chocolate
croissants became my favorite food in the whole world.

We finished lunch and walked over to the beach. As we laid our
blankets out I noticed that the women around us were topless.
Just as I turned to tell Jeanie but before I could get the first
word out, she untied her bikini top and dropped it on the blanket
beside her. I was shocked and caught off guard and just stared at
her naked breasts. I must have had a stupid look on my face
because she said "What???". I finally composed myself and said
"oh, nothing". "Aren't you gonna get a tan" she said with a
mischievous tone in her voice. Being too self conscious to remove
my top, I explained that I didn't want to burn on our first day
there.

We laid out in the sun for a couple of hours. I found myself
unconsciously glimpsing over at Jeanie - I was mesmerized by her
breasts. They were so big since giving birth - and looked even
larger due to her extremely small nipples, I thought. Her
aureolas looked to be the size of a nickle - they were so pink,
with nipples that were a deeper pink and looked like pencil
erasers as they noticeably stuck out from the small outer rings.
We looked so different - my breasts were smaller, more upturned,
with larger, very dark nipples. Her breasts glistened in the
sunlight as she had liberally coated her entire body with baby
oil. I thought they looked unnaturally firm, but I knew she
hadn't had any enhancements done. My mind wondered and I could
picture Samantha feeding on those picturesque globes. Then I
thought back to how I was no longer able to feed Jennifer - I
became a little depressed and then I snapped back to reality and
reprimanded myself for analyzing Jeanie's breasts - what was I
thinking.

We had a blast the rest of the day taking in the sights and
having a great seafood dinner. We decided it had been a long day
and headed back for the cottage. I got ready for bed, putting on
my long T-shirt (I'd been sleeping in T-shirts since I was 14),
then I called out "hey, there's only one bed in here". Jeanie
replied, "yeah, well, it IS a honeymoon cottage you know". I was
nearly asleep when Jeanie came in from the bathroom. Once again I
found myself with a dumb expression on my face as she approached
the bed wearing a bridal outfit. It was a white satin and lace
ensemble - the bra had satin under cups with a sheer front and
top so her pink aureolas and nipples could be clearly seen as
they attempted to poke through the virtually nonexistent
restraint. The panties were high cut tonga style with a very
narrow back - just a little wider than a thong. They were satin
with lace trim around the leg openings and waistband and some
inlaid lace coming down to a "V" in front. She also wore a
matching garter belt and white, shimmering lace stockings. She
looked incredible. It was perfect for her wedding night and would
have driven any testosterone producing creature wild. "A little
overdressed aren't you?", I sarcastically asked. "This was
supposed to be my honeymoon", Jeanie replied. "And this is what
that jerk is missing!" In my heart I felt bad for Jeanie but I
did get some satisfaction knowing the creep was missing out.

We said goodnight and I rolled over onto my right side facing
the edge of the bed - which was the opposite way I usually faced,
preferring my left side in my own bed. Jeanie rolled onto her
left side and faced the other way. She shifted a little and I
felt her rear rub up against mine. I felt embarrassed by the
contact - yet I didn't move myself away. I didn't know why that
was. We both fell asleep like this. I was awakened later to some
noise. I was still out of it and didn't know where I was for a
moment. In my sleep I must have rolled onto my usual left side
and was cuddled up against Jeanie, in a spoon position. Then I
realized what the noise was - it was Jeanie whimpering. I thought
she was crying over what the creep had done to her so I put my
arm over her to comfort her. I told her it was alright. She
completely ignored me. I again called to her and then started to
shake her a little and discovered that she was still asleep. I
finally woke her up asking "Jeanie, are you alright?". She looked
at me a little confused and with a distressed voice said, "it
hurts". "What hurts?", I asked. "My breasts are killing me" she
cried out.

I realized it had been about 20 hours since she had last fed
Samantha, so I told her "it's your milk - you need to pump".
Jeanie just looked back at me with the same look. "You need to
pump your breast milk to relieve the pressure", I told her.
"What?", was all she could manage back. "Haven't you ever
pumped?", I asked. "No, I've never pumped , Jeanie snapped back.
Then it dawned on me that Jeanie had never been separated from
Samantha before - she had never missed a meal. "Jeanie, didn't
you know that you would become engorged after skipping a
feeding". Jeanie just whimpered, almost crying now that she
realized she had screwed up. I told her she would have to relieve
the pressure by hand expressing. I explained to her how to
manipulate her breast to draw out the milk. We went to the
bathroom and she pulled the left cup of her satin bra down
exposing most of her breast and she began to fumble around trying
to follow my instructions. She was completely awkward and was not
having any success. After about 10 minutes of this I said "let me
show you". Now it was I that felt awkward as I held Jeanie's left
breast in my hand. I began to gently but firmly squeeze her
breast as I pulled the nipple out away from her body. I little
milk began to ooze. Truth be told I had never actually hand
expressed before - I always used a breast pump. After about 10
more minutes of me trying it was obvious that Jeanie was still in
a lot of pain and all I had managed to do was soak her bra with a
minimal trickle of milk.

This wasn't going to work. "You need a breast pump - you need
some suction to draw the milk out" I told her. Jeanie just
continued her soft crying - her eyes pleading with me for help. I
knew the only option available - yet that was an impossibility.
But there was my little sister in agony. I hesitated for a moment
more, looking right into her eyes - sort of conveying what I was
too uncomfortable to say. Then, without saying a word, I leaned
over and placed my mouth over Jeanie's left nipple. I'm sure she
was equally shocked but we both knew that this was the only way.
I began to suckle her breast, gently squeezing it in my hand to
increase the flow of milk. The milk began to come slowly. When I
had a mouthful, I released her breast and spat it into the sink
next to us. I immediately began suckling again. I repeated this a
few times, spitting out each time my mouth had filled. But her
milk began to really flow now and before I knew it my mouth was
almost overflowing. Some of it hit the back of my throat and a
reflex reaction caused me to gulp down a mouthful of Jeanie's
breast milk. I thought about the taste - it was thinner than
regular milk, much sweeter, but what really struck me was how hot
it was. It wasn't at all unpleasant, so I continued to suckle and
swallow - which was easier and cleaner.

Jeanie and I never spoke a word nor did we make eye contact. I
was thinking about the silence when my attention was drawn to the
slurping sound I was making. Occasionally the seal of my lips
around her breast would break and as the suction was released a
squealing sort of sound would escape. This caused me to become
very self conscious about what I was doing. I tried to clear my
head of the idea that I had my sister's breast in my mouth and
was feeding from her. But I found that impossible to do. I
noticed her milk was slowing so I figured that was good enough
and knew I had to do the other side. I released her left nipple
from my mouth and as I was moving to her right breast I saw
Jeanie's face for the first time. Her head was tipped back
slightly, her lips were parted, her eyes barely open - just
enough so I could tell her eyes were sort of rolled back in her
head. She seemed kind of delirious.

I pulled her left bra cup up over her soaked nipple and pulled
the right cup down. Pausing for a moment to look closely at her
nipple, I then took her right breast into my mouth. As I started
to massage and milk it, I was overcome with an awkwardness. How
did I do her other breast? Did I have this much of it in my
mouth? Did I suckle this hard? Then I noticed my tongue brushed
her nipple - where had I kept my tongue before? I hadn't touched
her breast with my tongue until now. Before I just sort of
suckled with my lips. Again, my tongue brushed her nipple. All of
a sudden I couldn't seem to avoid touching her nipple with my
tongue. Maybe it was because more of her breast was now in my
mouth. Nevertheless, something was different this time. The more
I tried to avoid her nipple, the more tired my tongue and jaw
became. Eventually I had no choice but to rest my tongue on the
underside of her nipple. Now it was helping to work her breast
and bring out the milk. I noticed I was swallowing more often now
- this was definitely more productive - or was I just getting
better at it? I lost track of time - it must have been more than
30 minutes since I started. I definitely had spent more time on
Jeanie's right side. I hadn't even noticed that I had suckled her
dry until she finally pulled back, releasing her breast from my
still puckered mouth. She never made eye contact, she just said
"thanks Mindy - that's better" and walked back to bed. I sat
there motionless for a few moments trying to understand what had
just happened before returning to bed. A part of me was somewhat
repulsed by what I had just done, yet I couldn't deny the effect
it had on me. I noticed it was just past 1 am when we both went
back to sleep.

I was awakened by Jeanie shaking my shoulder and calling my
name. I had rolled onto my left side again as I slept. Jeanie was
facing me. "It hurts again" she complained, almost pleading. I
looked at the clock and noticed it was 5:30 am - 4-1/2 hours
seemed about the right interval. Again we did not speak, I just
reached over and undid the front clasp of her bra and pulled the
two triangular patches to the sides releasing her breasts from
their entrapment. She was on her side, with her right breast
resting against the mattress. As I lifted her right breast up she
rolled onto her back. I brought her breast to me and drew her
nipple into my mouth. I started to feel that intimate bond that I
had not experienced since weaning Jennifer. After a while I
noticed there was another sound in the silence. It wasn't just
the slurping sound I was making, it was Jeanie - she was making
little cooing sounds, sort of like a gasp and a moan together. I
continued to milk Jeanie and found myself getting more
comfortable - maybe a little too comfortable I thought to myself.
I finished drawing out all of Jeanie's breast milk from her right
teat and moved over to her left. I had to lean over her as I
reached for her left nipple. I latched on and began suckling and
as I did I eased my weight off of my hands which brought me down
partially onto Jeanie. My own breasts were mashed into Jeanie's
belly. I liked the feeling, even through the cotton material of
my t-shirt. My right leg was on top of Jeanie's right leg. I
could feel her silky stockings and garter belt rubbing against my
skin and I found myself unconsciously moving my body a little to
increase the sensation. It was definitely having an effect on me.

Somewhere along the way I had become less business like and
relieving Jeanie's pain didn't seem to be the only goal of my
actions. My tongue was moving across her nipple, teasing it,
playing with it. My mouth which had remained in a fixed position
up then was now sliding over Jeanie's breast. At times there
didn't seem to be a suction as her nipple would escape from the
corner of my mouth and I explored the sensitive under slope of
her beautiful breast. I found myself softly moaning, "mmmm...", as
I worked her large globe with my lips and tongue. I felt Jeanie
start to move under me a little and my leg slipped in between
hers. I could now feel her satin panties on my thigh. We both
kept up our subtle gyrations and I could feel her pubic bone
start to press into my upper thigh. I thought I should back off
and reposition myself , but I didn't - at that moment this had
become less an act of relieving pain, and more an act of causing
pleasure.

Our gyrations became more pronounced as I hungrily worked on
Jeanie's breast. Jeanie started panting and moving more rapidly.
I suspected she was close to an orgasm which was soon confirmed
as I felt a hot wetness on my thigh. I had made Jeanie come. I
heard her whisper "thank you" as I eased my oral manipulations of
her breast, while still holding her nipple within my mouth. We
fell asleep in that position.

We awoke about 9 am. Jeanie got up and headed for the shower.
When she got out I started to say to her "Jeanie, about last
night..." She cut me off with "let's not talk about it". A feeling
of shame came over me. We didn't even look each other in the eyes
for a few hours. After breakfast we hit a few shops and then were
off to the beach again. Jeanie just laid down, leaving her bikini
top on - we were the only two girls wearing tops. Not that I
especially wanted her to remove her top, but I knew Jeanie was
feeling embarrassed or guilty, just as I was.

It was almost noon when Jeanie said, "I need to go". We went
back to the cottage. Jeanie sat down on the edge of the bed and
said "can we talk after?". I knew what she meant as she rubbed
her chest in pain. I walked over to her and as I did, Jeanie
lifted her bikini top up over her breasts - she didn't remove it,
just left it up near her neck as she laid back on the bed, her
knees bent with her feet touching the floor. I eased myself down
next to her on her right side and took her her right breast into
my mouth. Jeanie immediately let out a long sigh. Her breast milk
began to flow into my mouth and I found myself eager and aching
to gulp it all down. I became less gentle and really began to
work her nipple, occasionally giving her teat a playful bite.
Jeanie was starting to squirm around a little getting more and
more vocal. What I did next shocked me and forever changed the
relationship with my little sister. It was like some hidden
instinct in me took over and I reached my hand down and brought
it between Jeanie's legs. I cupped her mound and could feel her
part her legs ever so slightly. She lifted up against my hand and
I gave her a gentle squeeze. Jeanie moaned and in response, I
moaned against her soft breast. I don't know why things escalated
- it just seemed like the next natural step to take.

I began to move my hand up and down massaging her vulva. I could
feel her labia through her swimsuit bottoms as I pressed with my
finger. I continued to rub my sister for several minutes and it
became obvious that she needed release. In one smooth motion I
slid my hand up towards her belly and back down slipping my hand
under the waistband of her bikini bottoms. My palm came to rest
on her naked pussy and I felt how warm she was. My hand resumed
its ministrations. My sister's slickness was all over my fingers
and palm - Jeanie was soaked. I discovered her hardened clit and
began to rub it while I continued to suckle and feed from her.
Sensing she was close, I slid my hand down further and pressed
with two of my fingers - they slipped effortlessly into my
sister's vagina, passing both knuckles. That sent Jeanie over the
edge and she had a violent orgasm. She screamed so loud that it
startled me. Then I felt a torrent of her cum spurt over my
fingers and into the palm of my hand. I released her nipple from
my mouth and lifted my head as I slowly slid my fingers in and
out of my little sister. I'll never forget the sloshing sound it
made as I continued to work my hand in and out of her. I just
stared at her - first her perfect breasts which were still
heaving from the remnants of her orgasm, and then I looked down
at the obscene display of my hand sliding in and out of Jeanie's
vagina, my fingers disappearing and then reappearing.

I knew we had crossed a line that we could never undo. Maybe it
was that reality - that I couldn't go back - that caused me to
give in at that moment to some uncontrollable desire. I slipped
my hand out of Jeanie's panties and looked at my dripping
fingers. I could smell her sex on them. Then it was like I became
a passenger on some erotic ride - my body began to respond on its
own. I slid down off the edge of the bed and kneeled between
Jeanie's open legs. I grabbed the crotch of her bikini bottoms
and pulled them to the side, spreading the leg opening - then
brought my face down to her. I opened my mouth wide and covered
Jeanie's entire mound. I started to lick her pussy, bringing my
tongue from the rear of her slit up to the top, teasing her
clitoris as I got there. Jeanie began to squirm up and away, but
I held her thighs tightly with my right hand and kept my face
buried in her crotch.

I continued this lapping for several minutes, each time pressing
my tongue harder against her vulva, eventually separating her
labia with repetitive upstrokes, and finally entering her vagina
with my tongue. I will never forget my first taste of Jeanie. Her
juices were a new and foreign flavor to me, but I now craved her
taste - I craved eating this woman. Then the repulsion set in
again - I was doing this to another woman! How could I? My body
refused to stop what it was doing and I pushed these thoughts out
of mind. I did what I thought Jeanie would like - after about 15
minutes of licking like this I sucked her clit into my mouth and
rubbed it hard with my tongue. Just as Jeanie was coming I
lowered my mouth, pressing my tongue as far into her vagina as I
could, mashing my lips hard around her vulva as I sucked with all
my effort. Jeanie came hard again and I wasn't prepared for what
happened as she did - her cum actually spurted into my mouth. I
could feel it hit my tongue and my mouth was soon filled with her
hot, creamy liquid. She tasted so good as I let it ease down the
back of my throat and enjoyed swallowing her feminine nectar.

I was so far gone at that point - and I needed release badly. I
instantly shed my bikini bottom and top, and from a position
still between her legs, brought myself down on top of my sister
in a position that was familiar to me in my normal lovemaking. I
wanted to feel Jeanie's skin against mine. Our breasts met first
which excited me so much - my nipples had not received any prior
attention over the past day of fore play. Then our mounds touched
- it was as if I had received an electric shock - I almost came
that moment. I needed Jeanie - I needed to make love to her.
Jeanie looked up at me - unsure of what I was doing - she almost
looked scared. I began rubbing my mound against my sister's. I
whispered to her, "It's OK - I want to make love to you - I need
this Jeanie". Our vulvas pressed against each other, making
squishing noises because of the overflowing of both of our
juices. I pressed down hard onto my sister and I felt her labia
spread open allowing mine to enter her slightly. I began to rub
her with zeal. My labia and clitoris became engorged. I slid my
clit up and down Jeanie's slit and could feel it rub between her
labia and bump her own clit. I held it there grinding our
pussies, clit to clit for a while and then slid my clit back down
between her swollen lips. Once at the bottom I again began the
assent back up her slit. I continued making love to my sister in
this way then I started to come and I pressed myself down hard
and felt my clit works its way into Jeanie's vagina. I exploded
just as I entered her pussy. I came so hard, like nothing else
I've ever experienced in my life. Grinding my pussy into her
pussy, I screamed out "FUCK ME JEANIE... OH PLEASE FUCK ME"!

I looked down at my sister laying below me, a dazed expression
on her face, and I collapsed on top of her, bringing my mouth
onto hers and slipping my tongue into her mouth as I kissed her
with a long, slow sensual kiss. I'm not sure why I had the desire
to kiss her like that. My tongue explored her mouth, teasing her
tongue, feeling the slickness of her pearly teeth, and massaging
the roof of her mouth. I kissed and kissed her, all the while
keeping our pussies pressed firmly together, forcing our juices
to intermingle. Never in my life had I experienced such emotion,
such sexual release, such lust, such pleasure, such intimacy. I
had always loved my sister, but I had now fallen in love with my
sister.

We just lay together cuddling. We had never spoken a word. What
would we have said, anyway? That it was wrong? We both knew that
from the start, but deep down we obviously didn't want to stop it
from happening. So silence seemed the appropriate approach. There
would be time for talking later.

(Needless to say, this was a life changing event for me - and my
sister. I plan to someday write about the events that occurred
immediately after my sister's "honeymoon" and since that time...)

-THE END-

by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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