Sisterly Secrets: The Forbidden Awakening

13 years old Lily found porn videos on old laptop and started exploring not only her own body.

Hey, I’m Lily. I’m blond, blue-eyed, and 14 years old girl. This story happened a few months ago, when I stumbled upon something I wasn’t supposed to see. It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when I decided to clean the attic, looking for something to read. As I rummaged through old boxes, I found an old, dusty laptop. I opened it, not knowing what to expect.

I started looking for some games or anythings that could be interesting, scrolling through the folders. And then, I found it – a folder named ‘Private’. My heart raced as I opened it. It contained videos, all marked as ‘private’, but my curiosity got the better of me. I clicked on one.

It was a porn video, something I never imagined seeing before. I felt a rush of heat in my cheeks, but my eyes were glued to the screen. The bodies moved in ways I couldn’t comprehend, their sounds filling the room. My heart pounded, and a strange sensation stirred in my belly. I couldn’t look away, even though I knew it was wrong.

Over the next few days, I found myself sneaking back to the laptop, watching more videos. I couldn’t help it. The way the people touched each other, the way they looked at each other – it was so intense, so passionate. My body started to react in ways I didn’t understand, a warmth spreading from my chest to my thighs. I began to explore myself, gently at first, feeling the new sensations that coursed through me. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

I knew I couldn’t tell anyone, not Jess or Jack. I felt like I had crossed a line, and I couldn’t bring them into this world with me. So I kept my secret, hiding my visits to the laptop. I couldn’t help but wonder, though, what it would be like to experience those things in real life, with someone I cared about. Jess was my best friend, my sister, but the idea of being close to her in that way made my heart race even more.

As days turned into weeks, my fantasies became more intense. I started to imagine what it would be like to touch her, to be touched by her. The thought of it made my breath hitch and my heart race. But I knew it was wrong, that we were too young, that we shouldn’t even be thinking about such things. Still, the desire didn’t fade. It grew stronger with every passing day.

So, there I was, trapped between my newfound curiosity and my sense of right and wrong. I knew I had to find a way to explore these feelings safely, without hurting anyone. But how? I needed a plan, something that would allow us both to satisfy our curiosity without crossing any lines. I knew I had to tread carefully, but the pull was too strong to resist.

I decided to take a risk. I transferred one of the videos to my tablet and showed it to Jess my 13-year-old sister, hoping to gauge her reaction. Her eyes widened, and she seemed both shocked and intrigued. She asked me where I got it from, and in a moment of panic, I blurted out that I found it on the old laptop. Jess’s eyes flashed with curiosity and a hint of danger. She threatened to tell Mom if I didn’t show her more, and I had no choice but to comply. We sat together, watching video after video, our bodies inches apart, our breaths quickening.

Jess had a different kind of beauty than me. Her long, dark hair framed her delicate features, her olive skin glowing in the dim light. She had small, perky breasts and a slender frame. Watching her react to the videos made my heart pound, but also made me realize the gulf between us. I was more developed, more experienced, and it made me feel both powerful and guilty. We kept watching, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling.

Each day after that, Jess and I would sneak off to watch the videos. We’d sit on my bed, our legs touching, our eyes locked on the screen. I could see the desire in her eyes, the way she looked at the people on the screen. But nothing happened, just the quiet anticipation of something forbidden. The videos became our secret, our connection. We would touch each other, just a little, as we watched, our fingers brushing against skin, our hands lingering.

The desire was growing stronger, but we were both too scared to act. We were young, innocent, and I didn’t want to ruin our relationship. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I knew I needed to find a way to satisfy this urge without crossing any lines. We kept watching. I was hopelessly caught in a web of desire and fear, unable to escape.

One day, as we were watching a particularly intense video, Jess reached out and took my hand. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity. It made my heart race, my breath catch. We sat there, holding hands, the video playing in the background. It was a small step, but it felt like a leap. I didn’t know where this would lead, but I knew I was ready to find out.

Jess and I continued to watch the videos, our curiosity growing stronger every day. We began to touch each other more, our hands exploring under the guise of curiosity. We were still fully clothed, but the contact was intimate, our bodies responding to the forbidden desires we were discovering. I could feel her heart racing against mine as we held hands, our eyes locked on the screen.

One day, as we sat close on my bed, Jess leaned in and whispered, “Lily, I want to feel you.” Her voice was soft, her eyes full of anticipation. My heart pounded in my chest, but I nodded, my breath catching. She reached up and gently cupped my breast through my shirt. I gasped, the sensation electric. I did the same, my fingers brushing against her flat chest, feeling the hardness of her nipple through her shirt.

Our touches grew bolder, our hands moving under our clothes, but not yet exposing ourselves fully. We were still scared, still unsure, but the desire was too strong to resist. I could feel Jess’s heart racing against mine, her breath quickening as we explored each other’s bodies. It was a dance of discovery, our hands moving slowly, our eyes locked.

We started to unbutton each other’s shirts, revealing our small, developing breasts. They were different, but equally beautiful. Jess’s were smaller and darker, while mine were larger and lighter. We looked at each other, our eyes filled with wonder and desire. We traced circles around each other’s nipples, our fingers gently pinching and pulling. The sensations were new, intoxicating.

As we continued our exploration, I felt a warmth spreading between my legs, a feeling I couldn’t quite understand. I glanced at Jess, who had the same look in her eyes. We were both on the edge of something new, something exciting. I reached up and gently cupped her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple between my fingers. She moaned softly, her eyes closing. I could feel her heart pounding, her breathing shallow.

Jess did the same, her fingers tracing the contour of my breast, her touch feather-light. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fear. We were treading on dangerous ground, but the pull was too strong to resist. We continued, our hands moving slowly, our eyes never leaving each other’s.

As we sat there, touching each other’s breasts, I felt a new kind of closeness, a connection that went beyond sisterhood. It was a bond forged in desire, a secret shared between us. But I wanted to do more, to explore further. I leaned in, my lips brushing against Jess’s neck. She shivered, her breathing becoming more erratic. I wanted to taste her, to feel her skin against my lips.

But then, suddenly, Jess pulled away. “Lily, I don’t think we should do this. This is too much.” Her eyes were filled with fear, her voice shaking. I looked at her, my heart aching. I had gone too far, crossed a line I hadn’t intended to. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my heart breaking. I knew we had to stop, to protect our relationship.

For days, we didn’t even talk to each other, our distance growing. Our once-warm smiles had turned cold, our laughter silent. Our parents noticed the change, their eyes filled with concern. We were drifting apart, the distance between us unbridgeable. I couldn’t stand it, the guilt eating at me. I knew I had to make things right, to repair the bond we had broken.

Slowly, we started to talk again, our voices soft and hesitant. We began to laugh, our smiles returning. But the tension remained, the unspoken secret still hanging between us. We were scared, unsure how to move forward. But we knew we had to try, for each other and ourselves.

One day, Jess asked me to come to her room later. My heart pounded with anticipation, fear, and hope. What would she say? What would she want? I waited all day, my mind racing.

When I finally walked into her room, Jess was sitting on her bed, her eyes filled with determination. “Lily, I’ve been thinking,” she said softly. “That time… I was scared, but I’ve thought about it, and I think I’m ready now.” Her voice was steady, her eyes meeting mine. I could hardly believe it, my heart soaring. “These few days have been hell. I don’t want that anymore.”

I nodded, my eyes filled with tears. “Me neither. I’m here for you, Jess.” She smiled, her eyes shining with relief. “I know. I want to try again, but slowly, carefully.” I nodded, understanding. “I’ll go slow, Jess. I promise.”

Over the next few days, Jess and I talked, our connection slowly mending. We were cautious, moving forward with care. We decided to explore further, but slowly, respecting each other’s boundaries. Our touches were gentle, our looks filled with understanding. We were no longer afraid, just eager to find our way back to each other.

One day, as we sat on my bed, Jess reached out and gently unbuttoned my shirt. Her eyes met mine, filled with love and desire. I held my breath as she slowly pulled the shirt off my body, revealing my breasts. Jess traced her fingers over them, her touch soft and warm. I moaned softly, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, surrendering to her touch. Jess moved lower, her fingers grazing my stomach, making me shiver. Her touch was electric, every caress a jolt of pleasure.

Jess moved even lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. She pulled them down, revealing my legs. Her eyes met mine, filled with anticipation. I was surprised but also very wet. Jess’s eyes widened, her breath catching. She gently touched me, her fingers gliding through my folds, making me gasp.

I looked at Jess, my eyes filled with wonder and desire. I didn’t know what to expect, but her touch was gentle, exploratory. It felt amazing, unlike anything I had ever experienced. Jess moved closer, her lips brushing against mine. Our kiss was soft, filled with tenderness and passion.

As we kissed, Jess moved lower, her mouth finding my breast. Her lips were warm and soft, her tongue flicking over my nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain. I arched my back, my hands gripping the sheets. Jess continued, her mouth moving lower, her fingers tracing my body.

Finally, she reached my core, her fingers parting my folds. I shivered, my breath catching. She gently probed, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned, my hands gripping her hair.

After weeks of watching porn and exploring each other’s bodies, touching and teasing, it was finally happening. It was like a dream, a forbidden fantasy come to life. Jess’s fingers were inside me, her touch sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how right it was.

Jess’s touch was gentle, but firm. Her fingers moved in and out of me, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. Her lips were on my breast, her tongue flicking my nipple. The sensation was intense, my body trembling with pleasure.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure becoming too much. I gripped Jess’s hair, my breaths quickening. She kept going, her pace increasing, her fingers moving deeper. I moaned loudly, my body arching off the bed.

As I climaxed, I felt a rush of warmth, my body trembling uncontrollably. Jess kept going, her fingers moving in rhythm with my body. I cried out, my pleasure overwhelming. She wasn’t done yet, her fingers moving faster and faster. I came again, my body shaking with pleasure.

Finally, Jess stopped, her fingers sliding out of me. I fell back onto the bed, my heart pounding, my breath ragged. She climbed back up, her lips finding mine. Our kiss was soft, filled with love and satisfaction.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak but I knew Jess had given me something incredible. She had shown me pleasure, intimacy in a way I had never imagined. I looked at her, my heart filled with gratitude and desire.

As we lay there, Jess moved down, her lips finding my other breast. She kissed it gently, her fingers trailing down my stomach. I closed my eyes, surrendering to her touch.

After a while, I jumped on Jess. I kissed her passionately and slowly moved my fingers to her pants. She let out a small moan. I slowly pulled her pants down. Her body was beautiful, her arousal evident. I gently touched her, my fingers probing. She moaned softly, her body trembling.

As I sat up, I looked at Jess, my heart racing. I wanted to give her the same pleasure she had given me. I reached out, gently touching her thigh. She looked at me, her eyes filled with anticipation and trust. I moved closer, my fingers trailing up her leg, my touch feather-light. Jess moaned softly, her eyes closing.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers, our breath mingling. Our kiss was soft, filled with desire and love. After what she’s done to me, it felt even more intimate, more special. I moved lower, my lips tracing her jawline, her neck, her collarbone. Jess moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets.

I moved lower still, my lips finding her breast. I traced circles with my tongue, my fingers gently squeezing. Jess moaned softly, her breath quickening. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her skin was smooth, her breast soft. The taste was salty, but it was her taste, and it turned me on. I moved to the other breast, my lips and tongue exploring. Jess’s breathing became erratic, her hands gripping my hair. Oh, it’s not time for orgasm yet I thought. I wanted to take my time, to make it as special as she made me feel.

I continued my descent, my lips trailing down her stomach. Jess’s breathing became shallower, her hands gripping tighter. I paused at her belly button, my tongue flicking inside. She shuddered, her breath catching. My lips moved lower, her skin smooth and warm.

Finally, I reached her core. I looked at her with slight scare in my eyes. The video showed it, but nothing prepared me for this moment. I gently touched her folds, feeling her wetness. The taste was musky, earthy, but not unpleasant. It was different, new. I licked my lips, tasting her. The feeling was strange, a mix of wetness and warmth. Her skin was delicate, her muscles tense. I hesitated, then gently licked her folds. Jess moaned, her hands gripping my hair. The taste intensified, a mix of her arousal and her natural scent. It was intoxicating. I continued, my tongue tracing her folds. Her hips moved, her breathing becoming shallower. I moved lower, my tongue finding her clit. Jess cried out, her hips bucking. Her taste was strong, her scent intoxicating. It was intense, her pleasure evident. For a moment she pushed my head so I couldn’t breath but then she let me go and let out a loud moan. She was so close, I could feel it but I liked it so much I didn’t want to let her come.

She pushed me back and pulled my head, my lips finding hers. “I want you to come with me,” she whispered, my breath hot against her skin. I nodded, her eyes filled with desire. We changed positions to one that on videos they called ’69’. I was in awe of what I was doing, but I was determined.

Her lips found my core, her touch gentle. The sensation was overwhelming, my heart racing. Jess was learning quickly, her tongue tracing my folds, her fingers teasing my clit. It was different, but so good. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure becoming too much. I moved my head, my tongue finding her clit. The taste was stronger now, her arousal intense. I moved faster, my fingers probing her. Jess moaned, her hips bucking.

I felt my climax approaching, my breath catching. I moved my head, my tongue flicking her clit. She cried out, her body shaking. We were both so close. I moved faster, my fingers moving in rhythm with her breaths. She cried out again, her body trembling. We were on the edge, the pleasure intense.

Jess’s body tensed, her hips lifting off the bed. Her breathing became erratic, her moans growing louder. Suddenly, she squirted straight in my mouth. It was a shock, but the videos had warned me about it. It tasted salty, but it was her taste, her pleasure. It filled my mouth, the sensation overwhelming. I swallowed, the taste lingering. Jess cried out, her body trembling. I continued, my fingers moving faster, my tongue flicking her clit. Her squirting slowed, but her pleasure was still evident.

I didn’t stop just like she did not. I was determined. She was trembling but her tongue kept moving faster and faster. She moaned loudly, her breaths shallow. Her body was shaking, her legs trembling. Suddenly, I felt it, the orgasm building.

My body tensed, my breath caught in my throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, my body trembling. My hips lifted, my fingers gripping Jess’s thighs. I moaned loudly, my pleasure becoming too much. I came, my orgasm exploding through me. It was unlike anything I ever experienced, the pleasure intense. I collapsed on top of Jess, my breath ragged.

We moved so now we were laying on our backs, our bodies tangled. Our breathing was ragged, our hearts pounding. Jess and I looked at each other, our eyes filled with wonder and satisfaction. We had just crossed a line, a line we never imagined we would.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, bed still wet from Jess’s orgasm. We lay there, basking in the afterglow, our hands gently caressing each other. It felt so natural, so right.

We started chatting, our voices soft and hushed. “Did you like it?” I asked Jess, my eyes filled with curiosity. She smiled, her eyes meeting mine. “It was amazing, Lily. I never felt anything…” She couldn’t finish, doors our room suddenly opening.

We both froze, our eyes wide as Jack our 18 years old muscular brother walked in. His eyes met ours, surprise clear. We were both naked, our bodies entwined. He knew. His eyes softened, and he smiled. “I’m sorry. I just…” He trailed off, looking at the floor “I should go”

We watched him leave, our hearts racing. The door closed behind him. We looked at each other and then at our naked bodies. We were both scared and embarrassed.

Finally, Jess broke the silence. “I think he knows.” I nodded, my heart aching. “What do we do now?” She looked at me, her eyes full of fear. “We’ll figure it out,” I said, my voice steady. “We’ll talk to him, explain everything.”

We were to embarrassed to stay there. We quickly grabbed our clothes and got dressed. Our bodies were still tingling, our minds filled with what just happened. We went to our rooms.

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