Sisterly Secrets (New 2/03)

[NS2000]

I’m enjoying the piece a lot so far. There’s an obvious question of where this is all leading, and whether there’s an incestuous relationship that develops between the sisters, or whether it remains platonic and the mere act of being naked in front of each other is what turns on the arousal.

One particular angle worth exploring could be the differences in the girl’s bodies. You’ve described some of them so far, but I could envision a scene where Sophie and her sister are both naked, with Sophie showing and describing the differences between there bodies, and perhaps showing her sister how she might end up looking someday. Just a thought.

[Emily]

I’m enjoying the piece a lot so far. There’s an obvious question of where this is all leading, and whether there’s an incestuous relationship that develops between the sisters, or whether it remains platonic and the mere act of being naked in front of each other is what turns on the arousal.

One particular angle worth exploring could be the differences in the girl’s bodies. You’ve described some of them so far, but I could envision a scene where Sophie and her sister are both naked, with Sophie showing and describing the differences between there bodies, and perhaps showing her sister how she might end up looking someday. Just a thought.

Thank you so much!

This is all based on real things that happened between me and my sister so my goal is to keep it as accurate to the truth as possible.

There definitely were some interactions where we compared our bodies more, and I will share that at some point.

I’m glad you have been enjoying this.

[Diapal]

Glad to see you continuing this story!! Looking forward to the next part!!

[Emily]

Chapter 3

The next day was a normal spring break day, filled with the lazy hum of boredom and the occasional burst of excitement as we bounced from one activity to the next. Yet, beneath the surface of our usual sibling banter and the mundane tasks we filled our time with, there was a current of anticipation that neither of us could ignore. I couldn’t wait for the moment when we’d be alone again, the house quiet, and the door to her room closed, leaving us free to explore the thrilling unknown that our dares had opened up.

Finally, it was nightfall. I slipped into a pair of loose pajama pants and a tank top, both chosen with the ease of removal in mind. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me. I padded down the hallway, the soft carpet under my feet, and pushed open the door to Sophie's room. She looked up from her book, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she took in my attire.

“Mango smoothie?” I whispered with a grin as I closed the door behind me.

Sophie set her book aside, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She nodded. "Mango smoothie," she echoed, her tone low and playful.

I smiled as I sat down on the edge of her bed. "So, what do we do now?" I asked, the thrill of our secret pact buzzing through my veins.

Sophie leaned back against her pillows, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've been thinking," she began, "about how to mix things up a bit. You know, keep the stakes interesting."

I cocked my head, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

Sophie leaned in closer, her eyes shining with excitement. "Well, I was thinking we could categorize our bets. We have boob bets, where we only have to expose our breasts. Vagina bets, where we show everything below the waist. And then, of course, there are the fully naked bets."

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "That sounds... interesting."

Sophie nodded eagerly. "Yeah, it'll keep things fresh. And for the really big bets, we could even add a little something extra, like a truth or a dare."

We decided to start with a boob bet. She pulled out a simple deck of playing cards from her nightstand drawer, the plastic wrapping crackling as she removed it. We both knew the rules of 'War' and settled on playing that. The excitement grew as we each revealed our cards, the anticipation of the moment building with every flip.

Sophie dealt the cards with a dramatic flourish, and we began playing. Our eyes locked in silent competition as we placed our cards down, the occasional smack of the winning card on the bed echoing through the room. The game didn’t last long before she sighed, defeated by my higher card.

She wasted no time in taking off her shirt, her eyes never leaving mine as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The fabric fell away, revealing her full, round breasts to the coolness of the room. Her nipples were already hard, little pebbles of arousal that stood out against the pale flesh of her breasts. She tossed the garment aside with a flourish, the fabric landing in a silent heap on the floor.

“Let’s keep it going, shall we?” I suggested with a wink, feeling a thrill of excitement at the idea of our next bet.

Sophie’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. “Alright, a vagina bet it is. Loser has to show their vagina for 10 minutes, got it?”

We shuffled the cards again, the anticipation building as we both knew what was at stake. I played my card with a sense of trepidation, hoping that my luck would hold out. But fate was not on my side, and she revealed a higher number, her grin growing wider as she claimed victory.

With a dramatic sigh, I slid off the bed, the cool air of her room brushing against my skin. I stepped out of my pajama pants, the fabric sliding down my legs with a whisper of sound. My panties followed, a simple white pair that was now slightly damp from my growing excitement. I stepped out of them, feeling the soft fabric slide over my toes before they joined my pants on the floor.

I picked up the towel and laid it out on the bed with a flourish, a makeshift throne for my nakedness. As I sat down, the fabric was rough against my bare skin, the coarse material sending a shiver down my spine. I arranged myself, my legs spread slightly apart, giving her the view she had won. I looked down at my pussy, the soft folds already swollen with anticipation. It was a strange sensation, knowing that she was watching, that she was taking in every detail of my private parts. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also a tingly excitement that was spreading through my core.

“Let’s keep playing, shall we?” I suggested, the excitement in my voice belying my nerves.

Sophie nodded, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "Fully naked bet," she said firmly, her voice low and seductive. "Loser has to lay flat on the bed, naked, and answer three questions from the winner."

“Deal.” I said, my voice quivering slightly as I placed my cards on the bed. We continued playing, the tension in the room thickening with every card flipped. Before I knew it, she had won again. “Looks like I lost,” I murmured, my cheeks flushing hot.

Sophie’s eyes danced with excitement as she watched me remove my shirt, the fabric sliding up over my head to expose my bra. Next, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall away to expose my small, pale breasts. The chilly air in the room kissed my bare skin, causing my nipples to pebble into tight points. The feeling of vulnerability was intense, but I knew this was just the beginning of what was to come.

I laid down on the bed, my legs pressed together tightly, feeling the softness of the comforter against my bare skin. The position made my pussy appear more pronounced, the slight mound of my mons pubis standing out like a shy invitation. I could feel the wetness growing, my body betraying my nerves. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay still as I knew she was studying every inch of me.

"First question," she said, her voice a low purr. "Do you enjoy being naked in front of me?"

I swallowed, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. The truth was, it was both terrifying and exhilarating. The feeling of her eyes on my bare skin was like a warm caress, setting every nerve ending alight. I took a deep breath and met her gaze, my voice a bare whisper. "Yes."

Sophie nodded, her eyes never leaving my body. "Good," she said, her voice soft and understanding. "It's normal to feel that way. It's natural, you know?"

Her words were like a balm to my nerves, soothing the raw edges of my self-consciousness. I lay there, trying to let her words sink in, trying to convince myself that she wasn't just saying it to make me feel better. "Yeah," I murmured, unsure if I believed her.

"Alright, next question," she said with a smirk. "Who's a boy you've been lusting over?"

Lust. That was a word we had heard a lot at church, a concept that was always talked about in hushed tones, something we were told to keep at bay, to save for marriage. But here we were, two siblings playing a game that was definitely not in the bible study curriculum, a game fueled by that very emotion. It was strange, hearing it come from her mouth in this context, as if it were nothing more than a casual question about the weather.

I racked my brain for a suitable answer, my eyes flicking towards the ceiling as if the name of my crush would be painted there. "Brayden," I murmured finally, feeling the heat in my cheeks intensify. Brayden, with his messy blond hair and easy smile. He was my best friend’s twin brother. Him and Cassidy looked so much alike it was eerie sometimes, but where she was outgoing and bold, he was quieter, more introspective.

Sophie raised an eyebrow. "Brayden, huh?" she said, her tone teasing. "Cassidy’s twin, right?"

I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn even more. "Yes, Brayden," I said, my voice a little more firm this time.

"Interesting choice," she said, her voice filled with mirth. "But I'm not surprised. He's quite the looker." Her eyes lingered on my chest for a moment longer before she leaned back against the pillows. "Last question, and then we'll call it a night."

I braced myself for the final question, my heart pounding in my chest. "Okay, go ahead."

Her eyes searched my face, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "What's your biggest fear?" she asked, her voice dropping to a near-whisper.

The question caught me off guard, and for a moment, I couldn't think of anything to say. But then, the image of our mother walking in on us, her face a mask of shock and disappointment, flashed through my mind. "People finding out what we're doing," I murmured, the words sticking in my throat.

“Me too.” She admitted with a small nod, her gaze dropping to the comforter. The room was quiet again, the only sound our slightly erratic breathing. The weight of our secret hung heavy in the air, a silent pact that bound us in this strange new game of ours.

I took a deep breath and slid off the towel, feeling the chilly air caress my bare skin as I reached for my panties and pajama pants. My hands trembled slightly as I slipped them on, feeling the fabric cling to my dampness. I pulled my shirt over my head and took a step towards the door.

Sophie watched me dress with a contemplative gaze, the mood in the room shifting from playful to something more introspective. "Goodnight," she said softly, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a small smile.

"Night," I replied, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment that our game had come to an end, at least for now. With one last look at her, I turned and left her room, closing the door quietly behind me.

[mavfan1]

Looking forward to the story of when you two snuck out to the pool to swim naked late at night. Your parent's room is on the 2nd floor overlooking the pool so you couldn't turn the lights on in or around the pool but the moon is out so it's not completely dark. And of course you have to be really quiet. That's no big deal until you slowly make your way down the steps into the pool to realize that your brother is already quietly skinny dipping. Or maybe it was your dad, or both your parents that were skinny dipping, I can't remember.

[Emily]

Looking forward to the story of when you two snuck out to the pool to swim naked late at night. Your parent's room is on the 2nd floor overlooking the pool so you couldn't turn the lights on in or around the pool but the moon is out so it's not completely dark. And of course you have to be really quiet. That's no big deal until you slowly make your way down the steps into the pool to realize that your brother is already quietly skinny dipping. Or maybe it was your dad, or both your parents that were skinny dipping, I can't remember.

Thanks for the fun idea!
This story is all based on real things my sister and I did, so my goal is to stick to the truth here. But this is definitely an exciting thing to imagine!

[Emily]

Chapter 4

That week was one of the most exciting weeks of my life. Every evening, as the house settled into the quiet of night, we would sneak into each other's rooms, whispering "mango smoothie" with a shared smile. Each night brought a new level of daring and excitement as we upped the stakes of our naked dares.

I found myself craving the feel of her eyes on my body, the way she studied every inch of me with a mix of curiosity and admiration. And I loved seeing her too, her breasts and pussy bared to me without any shame or embarrassment. It was an intimacy that went beyond anything I had ever felt before, and I knew that it was something that only we could share.

The third day of spring break brought with it a new level of daring. We had played the game of "War" to determine the bets each night, and tonight, the stakes had been raised. Sophie had lost, and the bet was simple: she had to lay back and spread her legs, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate area for a full five minutes.

I sat on the edge of her bed, my own legs tightly crossed to keep from fidgeting. She lay there, a goddess of the night, her legs spread wide and inviting. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, with plump, pink folds that looked like the softest petals of a blossoming flower. Her clit peeked out shyly, a tiny pearl nestled in the folds, begging to be admired. I couldn’t help but compare it to my own, which was smaller, less defined.

The sight of her made me question what was considered 'normal'. In the quiet of the night, with just the two of us and the glow of the moonlight spilling into the room, I felt a strange sense of curiosity. Why did she have so much more hair than me? Was I supposed to have more by now? Why did her pussy look so... mature while mine still looked so childlike?

I cleared my throat, my eyes flicking up to hers. "Sophie," I began, my voice tentative. "Has your... you know, your vagina always looked like that?"

Her smile grew, and she tilted her head slightly to the side. "What do you mean?"

"I just... I've never really seen another girl's up close," I admitted, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. "I mean, I know everyone is different, but I can't help but wonder if I'm... normal."

Her gaze softened, and she reached out to pat my hand reassuringly. "You're perfect the way you are," she said with sincerity. "Everyone develops at their own pace. You're still growing, remember?"

Her words eased some of my anxiety, but the question lingered. I nodded, trying to believe her. "Thanks," I murmured, my eyes still on her exposed pussy.

The rest of the week was indeed fun. We spent a lot of our time naked, playing increasingly daring games of "War" and "Truth or Dare." Each night brought new challenges and heightened levels of arousal. We'd start with simple dares, like flashing a boob or a quick peek of our panties, but as the week progressed, the stakes grew higher, and so did our willingness to push the boundaries.

One of my favorite tasks was when I had to go get water from the kitchen while Mom was still up, wearing only one of my shirts that barely covered my butt. The shirt was like a cocoon around me, the fabric brushing against my skin as I padded down the hallway. The sensation was oddly liberating, knowing that underneath, I was bare to the world. My heart raced as I stepped into the kitchen, the fridge light flickering on and illuminating my legs, giving a hint of what lay beneath. I could feel the cool air kissing my bare skin, making me hyper-aware of every movement.

While the counter was covering her view, I lifted the shirt slightly, exposing my bare skin to the cool kitchen air. The thrill of the moment was intoxicating, the possibility of getting caught adding a layer of excitement to our secret games. My heart pounded in my chest as I grabbed the water bottle, the condensation cold and wet against my hand. I could feel my nipples harden with the chill, the fabric of the shirt doing little to shield them from the brush of the fridge's cold metal.

As I turned to leave, the floorboards creaked, and I froze, my heart jumping into my throat. But it was only the house settling, no footsteps from my mother. I took a deep breath and continued my journey back to Sophie's room, the bottle of water feeling like a trophy from a daring quest.

Every night after our naked dares, the scent of arousal and sweat lingered in the air, a potent reminder of our shared secret. Sometimes, it was so strong that we'd have to open the window, letting the cool spring breeze sweep through the room, carrying away the evidence of our clandestine activities. The curtains would billow softly, casting shifting patterns of moonlight across our bare skin as we lay side by side on her bed, the covers tangled around us.

Other times, we'd be too caught up in the thrill of the moment to care about the smell. Hours would pass as we whispered dares to each other, the air thick with anticipation. It was a strange sort of bonding, one that I knew would be impossible to replicate with anyone else. We were each other's confidants in this game, a silent pact that grew stronger with each shared look and every exposed inch of skin.

It was one of the greatest weeks of my life. The feeling of freedom that came with being naked was indescribable, a heady rush that washed away the stress and anxieties of the day. I found myself craving the moments when we'd be alone, the anticipation of what the night would bring building in my stomach like a coil of warmth.

But all good things come to an end, and Sunday evening loomed over us like a storm cloud, the last day of spring break. We had spent the week exploring the boundaries of our dares, pushing each other further than we ever thought we would. Yet, as we sat in her room that night, the air felt different.

"You know," Sophie began, her voice tentative, "what we've been doing... it's not exactly right."

I felt a knot form in my stomach, her words cutting through the playfulness that had come to define our nightly ritual. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep the defensiveness out of my tone.

Sophie picked at the hem of her shirt, her eyes downcast. "You know, we go to church every week, and we're taught to respect our bodies, to save ourselves for marriage."

My heart sank a little at her words, but I couldn’t deny the truth behind them. I nodded slowly, my voice soft. "I know."

Sophie looked up, her eyes searching mine. "It's just... today's sermon really got to me. It talked about purity and temptation, and... I don’t know, I just felt like we’ve been playing with fire."

I nodded, understanding her concern. The sermons at our church had always been about purity and resisting temptation, and what we had been doing was definitely not in line with those teachings. But I also knew that I couldn’t ignore the feelings that had been building up inside of me, the way my body responded to her, and the excitement that came with every new dare.

"I get it, Sophie," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me. "I've felt the same way."

Her gaze searched mine for a moment before she nodded, a hint of relief in her eyes. "Okay," she whispered. "Let's not do this anymore."

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and relief. Goodbye to our secret games, goodbye to the thrill of the unknown. "Okay," I agreed, swallowing hard. "It's probably for the best."

With that, the spell of the evening was broken, and the weight of our shared secret hung heavily in the air. I nodded solemnly, feeling the loss of our naked games like a physical ache. "Goodnight, Sophie," I whispered, giving her a small smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

Sophie mirrored my smile, the sadness in her own eyes unmistakable. "Goodnight," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I stood up from her bed, the floor cool against my bare feet as I made my way to the door. Before I opened it, I turned back to face her, our eyes locking in a silent goodbye to the thrilling world we had created together. With one last nod of understanding, I stepped out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind me.

Back in my room, I felt the sudden urge to recreate the feeling of freedom and vulnerability we had shared in her room. I peeled off my clothes slowly, each piece dropping to the floor like a silent confession. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a soft glow across my bare skin.

I laid back on my bed, my legs spread wide, and closed my eyes, imagining that Sophie was still there, her gaze taking in every inch of me. The coolness of the sheets was a stark contrast to the warmth building between my thighs. I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling with the rhythm of my racing heart.

My mind began to wander, picturing our friends sitting in a circle, their eyes glued to my naked form as I revealed more and more of myself to them. The thought sent a thrill through me, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration that made me wetter than I already was. What would they say? Would they be shocked, or would they find me desirable?

I imagined what it would be like to be a nude model, my body laid bare before a camera's unblinking eye. The thought sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and fear that was strangely arousing. I felt alive, like my skin was humming with an electrical current that I hadn't felt in the confines of our secret games.

In my mind's eye, I was posed on a velvet chaise lounge, my body a canvas for the artist's vision. The cool fabric beneath me made me shiver slightly, my nipples tightening in the chilly room. The photographer's instructions were soft whispers in my ear, guiding me into poses that highlighted my best features, my breasts and hips and the soft mound of my pussy.

But the reality was quite different. I was alone in my room, the only witness to my own nakedness. A drop of my arousal slipped down my inner thigh, a warm, slick reminder of the fantasy I had been indulging in. I sat up, my breath catching in my throat as the sensation brought me back to reality.

For a moment, I just sat there, my eyes wide and my heart racing. The feeling was... strange, but also incredibly intense. It was like a secret my body had been keeping from me, something that had been hidden away until now. What was I supposed to do with it?

I took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts away, getting dressed quickly and climbing into bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin, the material feeling rough against my skin, a stark contrast to the softness of my sister's bed. I lay there, my mind racing with the images of the week, my body still humming with excitement.

[Emily]

Is there any interest in me continuing? The next part or two are going to be very personal, so I’d only like to share if there is interest otherwise, I may just go back to The Unraveling

[bare]

I really loved this story, even though it didn't end how I thought. Yes, yes I want to read more.

The intro said dares between two sisters. I thought the dancing and stripping in the bedroom was just preliminary stuff. The walking to the kitchen in just a shirt was the first very mild dare. I figured the dares would progress.

I sure hope for more!

[Emily]

I really loved this story, even though it didn't end how I thought. Yes, yes I want to read more.

The intro said dares between two sisters. I thought the dancing and stripping in the bedroom was just preliminary stuff. The walking to the kitchen in just a shirt was the first very mild dare. I figured the dares would progress.

I sure hope for more!

Thank you

There is a lot more that did happen between us. Unfortunately a lot of it did stay fairly tame but it definitely does get a bit more exciting. I know the last part may seem like the end but it’s definitely not where the story stopped.

I might add a few more fictional elements to make things a bit more exciting too!