Chapter 3

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and Isabella was downing the last of the strawberry juice from her glass. The sun was shining brightly through her window, lighting up her small and tidy bedroom, but she knew that it wouldn’t be too long now before it began to set. Despite the time of day, Isabella was still wearing the purple, fuzzy pyjamas she had fallen asleep in the night before, having done nothing much to speak of today at all; for nearly four consecutive hours, she had been lying on her bed before her laptop, chatting half-heartedly with seven or so people on Facebook, most of them strangers that had sent her random invites over the years. Almost every chat-box she had open consisted of ‘hey, what are you up to?’ being bounced back and forth, reworded each time, but it didn’t bother her because the lame conversations that had been boring her all day were just distractions. Isabella was waiting, half nervously, half excitedly, for her big sister Candace to appear online, which she really hoped would be any moment now…

Lost in thought as her expensive, white earphones pumped her favourite pop music into her ears, Isabella realized that if she focused on her laptop screen while lying at a certain angle, she could slightly see herself reflected in it as if it were a mirror. Grinning at her own image, she fondly played with her short, blue hair, sweeping it behind her ears, and then letting it fall back over them again. Her big sister Candace had much longer hair than herself, and it fell down her back in a natural, blonde curtain. More than once, Candace had scolded her for dying her hair blue and keeping it so short… she always pecked at her, like an older sibling should probably be expected to, but it was not done out of malice and Isabella knew that Candace loved her greatly.
Almost always Candace wanted to be by her side, protectively watching over her like a guardian angel. When Candace had been a school student they were inseparable, and now that Isabella was in her last year and Candace was working, her big sister couldn’t wait for Isabella to leave and get a job with her and their mother, so they could spend their days together again. They were both tremendously fortunate that their mother ran her own club, as it had always meant that good, entertaining jobs were waiting for them no matter how they did during school. The only downside was that their mother was barely ever at home… this lazy day that Isabella and Candace were spending entirely alone in their house was a typical weekend for them.

Although, for Isabella at least, this day was promising to be a little different from the average one. Last night before she had went to bed, Candace had asked her to look out for her on Facebook today, and to ‘be there’ when she came online. Isabella couldn’t understand why Candace didn’t simply approach her in person when she felt like saying what she wanted to say, as this very moment she was located in the room just next to hers, but at the same time she did not dare to question her elder sister. Though there was an unbreakable bond of love between them, Isabella had always been a **** to that mix of fear and respect that most younger siblings felt towards their elder ones.
Of course, she did not explicitly ‘fear’ Candace, but never could she find it within herself to go against her wishes. If Candace asked her to do something she did it, and if Candace did something strange, then she dared not question her motives. For the past few days, as an example, Candace had been staying hidden away in her room, waking up after noon, and seemingly going to sleep early in the morning. Isabella had no idea what she had been up to all by herself, and nor was she going to ask.

Growing terribly bored of waiting to see ‘Candace’ appear in the online box, Isabella typed out her big sisters name in the search bar and paid a visit to her profile page. There she was in her picture, blonde and beautiful, a head taller than herself. There weren’t nearly as many messages or tags on her wall as there were on Isabella’s, and her total amount of friends didn’t even break into double digits, but Isabella doubted Candace cared about that.
She knew that deep down, all Candace needed in her life was her family, or more specifically, her. Even in her profile picture, Candace had her lovely, slender arm around Isabella’s shoulder, smiling proudly for anyone who wanted to see them together. ‘Family first’ was a phrase that Candace had always repeated to Isabella, and it was their mother who had taught Candace the importance of the saying in the first place. It didn’t seem like it had such a complex meaning behind it to Isabella, and yet, both her mother and her big sister always told her that she would ‘understand it when you’re older’, as if it carried some mysterious, mature riddle along with it. Isabella had always supposed it had something to do with how they are all destined to work together in their mothers club as a family. The topic of work and the money that came along with that had always seemed to her like an adult theme that she’d never fully appreciate until she reached full womanhood.

It was then, as Isabella was considering going downstairs and refilling her empty glass with more strawberry juice, that she saw it: a red little bubble, signifying she had a new message. Wondering who it could be from, Isabella moved the mouse over and checked… and to her surprise, it was from Candace! Curiously, it appeared to have been sent via her blackberry Why hadn't she used her laptop? Confused, Isabella advanced with a click and read over the message her big sister had sent her:

Isabella, I want you to be in my room by the time I return home. There is something very important I want to get off my chest, which concerns us both. I’m currently out on a little walk, I tried to be quiet as I left the house as not to disturb you. You do not need to answer the door, I have my keys with me. Also, please turn off my laptop, I think I left it on. I should be with you in just under ten minutes!

To the point and far more well written than a message typed out on a blackberry needed to be. That’s my big sister, Isabella thought to herself with a smile. Too excited to waste any time, Isabella skipped from her room into the hallway, stopping before Candace’s bedroom door. What could she possibly want to tell her that was so important? Was it bad news? Good news? Was it the cause of Candace’s recent seclusion from her and their mother? Pondering all the different things Candace might have to say to her, Isabella grabbed the doorknob before her and gently pushed her way into Candace’s room.

To her surprise, it was just as neat and tidy as her own, despite the fact that Candace that had spent the past week isolating herself in it. The large, red bed was made, the shelves were lined orderly with books, CDs and other such things, and the fluffy, cream carpet was completely free of mess. The thin, pink curtains were drawn shut across the windows, the quickly setting sun shining through them, illuminating the room with a pinkish glow. It would have appeared as if the room hadn't been lived in at all, except for the sight of Candace’s laptop, humming quietly at the foot of the bed.
Acting on Candace’s request, Isabella crossed the room, sat upon the edge of the bed, and placed the large, overheating device on her fuzzy purple lap. Candace had left it on the desktop, the default, boring Windows 7 background highlighting how little Candace actually used it. The battery was running low, the back-light automatically dimmed. Deciding to continue browsing Facebook while she waited for her sister to arrive, Isabella opened up the only browser on the desktop, Google Chrome.

She casually looked for a ‘Facebook’ bookmark like she had on her own browser, but Candace didn’t seem to have any bookmarks saved at all. With a small sigh, Isabella clicked on the address bar and attempted to type Facebook, but the layout of this keyboard was different to her own, and she accidentally input ‘h’.
Before she could press the backspace button, something quickly caught Isabella’s eye: the suggestions that popped up for the single ‘h’ letter she had typed in the address bar. Gasping in shock, Isabella instinctively brought a hand to her open mouth as she read in her head: ‘how to get your sister to have sex with you’. That wasn’t all either; as she looked down the long list of suggestions, she saw ‘how to tell if your sister wants to have sex with you’, ‘how to begin an incestuous relationship with your sister’, ‘how to tell a family member you are in love with them’, and less worryingly, or perhaps even more so given the circumstances, ‘how to cope with a broken heart’.
Isabella was no stranger to technology, and she knew how Google Chrome worked as it was her own browser of choice; these suggestions only popped up because they were the exact words that Candace had searched in the past. Is this why she had been locked away in her room for the past week, keeping herself away from her? Did… did she love her? No, it was more than that… she wanted to have sex with her! Is this why she had called her into her room today?

Honestly, Isabella had no idea how she was supposed to feel, or what she was supposed to do right now. This wasn’t the sort of thing you were expected to know how to deal with… and besides, her own big sister… Candace… really loved her this much, to the point where she wanted to have sex with her, her own flesh and blood, her little sister? Isabella couldn’t believe it, she could barely accept what she had just discovered. It was surreal.
Whatever she intended to do, she’d have to do it fast; downstairs, the loud sound of the front door slamming shut revealed that Candace had just arrived, and if this is what she wanted to ‘get off her chest’, Isabella knew she’d be in something of a rush to return to her room. As if it could get her in trouble, the first thing Isabella found herself doing was shutting down the laptop; she kept her finger on the power button until it was forcefully shut down, and then placed it gently on the floor besides the bed. Quick, hurried footsteps were thumping up the staircase. Gripped by confusion and fear, Isabella remained motionless on the bed, facing the bedroom door, desperately praying that what she had just discovered was not what Candace wanted to talk to her about… oh how she loved her big sister, so dearly, but she didn’t know if she was ready to deal with this!

Happening too fast for Isabella to even formulate something so simple as a greeting, the bedroom door opened, and Candace walked in casually as if she hadn’t just rushed up the stairs, her eyes fixing onto Isabella the moment she spotted her.
“Thank you for doing as I asked, Isabella,” were the first words out of Candace’s mouth, as she crossed the room towards her wooden wardrobe.
“It’s no problem,” Isabella said, wanting to add ‘so what did you want to see me about?’, but finding herself hesitant. It was as if Candace was a villain in disguise, and she didn’t know that Isabella knew who she really was… but was it fair to see her like that? Isabella was the one who had just been snooping. There wasn’t enough time to think it through, and all Isabella could do was sit and let events unfold helplessly. So she waited, her heart beating in her own eardrums, as Candace opened the door to her large, step-in wardrobe before turning to her little sister.
“I’m just going to change into something more comfortable, Isabella. I got rather hot after that walk,” Candace explained, watching Isabella carefully as she said that.
“Sure,” Isabella responded, not looking at her big sister. An uncomfortable moment passed, Isabella braving Candace’s gaze upon her, while the elder girl felt her heart drop at Isabella’s unresponsiveness... that wasn’t the reaction she'd hoped for, but hopefully things will go a bit more according to plan over the next few minutes.

Moments passed quickly as Isabella listened to Candace removing her clothes within the step-in wardrobe. Before she knew it, the door opened again and her big sister stepped out, and sat upon the bed besides her, looking ready to talk. Rather worryingly though, she had stripped to a green set of bra and panties, her face signalling to Isabella that she didn’t feel awkward about that whatsoever.
“A-Candace…” Isabella stammered, frightened to point out how strange it was that her big sister was sitting almost naked before her, especially as she knew where it was likely to lead.
“Isabella… I…” Candace panicked, turning red, “um… is something wrong? I'm just rather hot, so I thought... I mean, we're sisters so... I thought you mind…”
“I don’t,” Isabella lied quickly, hating to see Candace struggle through that. Never before had Candace been embarrassed in front of her. Never. That was almost even more surreal than the fact that she knew she wanted to have sex with her. In fact, oddly enough, Isabella found that it wasmore unsettling to see her big sister acting nervous, than it was to know that she wanted to have sex with her.

“G-Good,” Candace stammered, and then sighed in relief, rubbing her shoulder for a moment before continuing. Her eyes kept flicking from Isabella to the carpet. “I… I wanted to see you this afternoon, because… because, um…”
“Because?” Isabella urged her on, **** to get this other with, figuring she will understand how she's supposed to feel once it happens. In the meantime, there was no way she could find it within herself to stop her big sister from doing what she pleases, even if ‘doing what she pleases’ involved her little sisters body.
Candace watched Isabella for a moment with a worried expression, searching her little sisters curious, green eyes for something only she knew to look for... and then calmed herself, breaking into a confident smile. Isabella was frightened. Candace could see it in her eyes, and although it had been a good few years since she had employed fear to control her little sister, right now it would prove very useful in getting what she wanted. She felt horribly guilty already for putting her little sister through this, but she knew at some point in her life that Isabella had to know… she had to know about the strong feelings she harbored for her, and those feelings had to be explored… Candace’s more mindless, lust-driven side burned for it.

“Isabella,” Candace began again, her voice firm and un-shaking this time, which strangely calmed Isabella down, “there is something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time… something that has been eating away at me, destroying my life… over the past week it has grown so very strong, and I can’t ignore it any more. I have to get it off my chest, I have to-”
“Candace,” Isabella interrupted, a fit of bizarre bravery powering her words, “I know.”
“You… know?” Candace parroted, dumbstruck.
“I know… I know how you feel about me.”
Isabella didn't know why she'd used this burst of courage to help Candace finish what she was struggling to say, rather than trying to escape the situation. Perhaps it was because even now, she was a **** to her elder sister, that mix of fear and respect governing her actions. The words were ringing clear and overwhelmingly loud in her head: ‘my sister wants to have sex with me!’, and like a broken-willed ****, she found it terribly difficult not to help her sister achieve that goal.

“…and how do you feel about me?” Candace finally responded, her voice quiet and steady. A full minute passed, as both sisters watched each other curiously, as if they were discovering each other for the first time. Eventually, Isabella knew just how to respond.
“I love you Candace,” she replied with all the honesty of her heart, “I love you so much, more than I can describe with words… but I’ve never felt about you like that. I’m not sure if I can.”
Candace looked crestfallen at her little sister’s response, and to her own surprise, Isabella felt her heart twitch painfully at the distraught expression on Candace’s face, instantly feeling guilty as if she had just been horribly cruel to her. Despising herself instantaneously for experiencing such emotions, Isabella attempted to console herself that she had done absolutely nothing wrong here, but she couldn’t shake the gut-wrenching feeling at all. The look on her big sisters face was destroying her.

“Please then, Isabella,” Candace finally replied, “could you at least give it a try? Even if it’s just for five minutes… my entire life has led up to this point. If you don’t feel the same way about me, then I’ll never be able to change your mind… and even if it kills me, I promise I’ll drop it. But please, could you at least explore this… what this relationship could be… and see how you feel about it?”
The pain on Candace's face was now mixed with that of a terribly **** hopefulness, and it was too much for Isabella to bear. She had to make her big sister feel better, she was obliged to – at least, that's how the look on Candace's face made her feel, and her response left her lips automatically because of it.
“Okay. If you want,” Isabella responded, and then allowed herself to be caught in Candace’s warm, loving embrace.

It was just a hug, and they had hugged countless times in the past, but this one was a whole different sensation. For one thing, Isabella was leaning against Candace’s smooth, bared skin, nothing but a silky green bra masking the pointy secrets of her breasts from sight. But it was the very way Candace was holding her that made this such a new experience. Never before had Isabella been held by a lover, but if she had been, she knew it would feel like this; there was an immense passion emanating from the body she was holding, and it was meant for her. Had Candace really been holding back these very special feelings for her for so many years? Had it really been destroying her from the inside? Isabella felt as if she was healing her big sister, nursing her broken heart, just by offering herself to her like this… and that felt good. She didn’t know about sex, she didn’t know about love, she didn’t know about the incestuous relationship Candace was seeking… but making her big sister feel better was good.

Without saying anything, Candace nervously slid her hand along the fuzzy, pyjama-covered body against her own, until she was holding Isabella’s face; she turned it towards her own, holding her little sisters face in a very certain way, the way a person held another before they kissed. Isabella wasn’t naïve enough to miss that fact, but Candace seemed hesitant to continue.
“Do… do whatever you want with me, Candace. I’m just as curious as you are,” Isabella consoled her honestly. Really, how it would it feel to kiss her own sister? How would it feel to be kissed at all?
“I’m glad to hear that,” Candace replied, “but… it’s just that once I kiss you… this is where I cross the line. What if you don’t enjoy this, Isabella? What if we’ll never be able to go back to the way we were?” A troubled look returned to Candace's face. A terribly troubled look. In fact, she looked as if she'd had a sudden and horrific realization. “Oh Isabella, what have I done!? What am I doing!? I've ruined everything between us! This was a terri-”
Shocking even herself, Isabella interrupted her big sister’s panic via taking hold of her face with both hands and planting a kiss on her lips. She didn’t know what had possessed her to do it; maybe it was because her curiosity had evolved into a genuine excitement, or maybe it was simply because she hated to see her sister break down like that. But whatever the reason, she had done it... shehad been the one to make the first, real, sexual move in this sinful, incestuous experiment that Candace was supposed to have started. Surprisingly, Isabella didn't feel anything negative about that… in fact, as her sister blissfully returned the kiss with a burning passion, Isabella felt something within her tingle merrily. It felt good...

Overtaken by something she had never experienced before, like an overpowering spirit inside her body that she couldn’t control, Isabella’s arms began to explore Candace’s naked body of their own accord, rubbing her smooth back, running through her long, blonde hair, as she worked her lips against her big sisters. Candace felt her all over in return, apparently quite over her change of heart, for she was touching her little sister in ways that there was certainly no going back from.
Temporarily, the sisters broke away from each other’s mouths to gasp for air, and then were back at each other’s lips again within seconds. The excitement of it all, the incredible rush it was giving Isabella, she suddenly didn’t care about the circumstances, that she was enjoying the taste of her own sister, she was just greedily enjoying the sensation. A part of her was so overexcited by the fact that this was her first kiss that her body and soul were going into overdrive, **** to claim this potential lover as her own. It didn’t matter that Candace was her sister, it just mattered that she was being romanced, and though Isabella hadn’t ever stopped to realize it, she had been sorely missing out on romance her entire life.

Candace, on the other hand, was well aware that this was Isabella’s first kiss. Of course, she knew pretty much everything about her little sister, and she was so terrifically happy to be the one to share it with her. Words could not put across how overjoyed she was at Isabella’s sudden, passionate eagerness, and now that she was truly offering herself, Candace decided it was time to get a little more naughty.
Wondering how Isabella would react, she slipped her tongue past her little sister’s busy lips into her mouth, where it collided pleasantly with the wet love-muscle within. The immediate response Candace experienced was a tighter grip on her hips, and then just seconds later, Candace was delighted to feel Isabella’s tongue wake up, poking and rubbing curiously against her own… but then the contact was over, as Isabella moved quickly away, letting go of her big sisters hips in the process. A little string of saliva, the only proof that their tongues had touched at all, collected against Isabella's lower lip and hung there in it's subtlety.

“I’m sorry,” Candace apologised immediately, a **** hand hovering out as if she could grab the perfect moment back. Isabella breathed silently, looking towards the wall as she tried to make sense of the different, mixed feelings warring violently within her. At some point, she wiped the spit away from her mouth with the back of her hand, and Candace hoped it wasn't a show of rejection.
“Don’t be sorry,” Isabella eventually replied, “I said you can do whatever you like with me. It’s just…”
“You’ve never been kissed before?”
“…yeah. It’s just a bit strange with another person’s tongue inside my mouth… with my sisters tongue inside my mouth.”
“Didn’t you like it?” Candace asked, attempting to sound only curious, but unable to mask her worry.
“It wasn’t in my mouth long enough for me to tell,” Isabella answered bluntly, “but you know, I enjoyed kissing your lips. To be honest, I didn’t think I would, but I did. It's very nice.”
“I thought it was incredible,” Candace shared with a hurt look, wounded by the fact that Isabella didn’t see as much magic to the moment as she did. All too aware of the sorrow in her big sisters voice, Isabella dared to look her in the eyes again, and saw what she always saw; her elder, more beautiful and radiant than herself, except that sadly, she looked very upset. That urge to heal her big sister returned to Isabella, and in another wild fit of bravery, she crawled back towards Candace and wrapped her in a hug.

“Come on Candace, let's try again. Kiss me properly… I’m ready now.” The look of joy that returned to her big sister's face was the reward Isabella had just searched for, so she rode that good feeing out as Candace meshed her lips wetly into hers. Maybe, Isabella hoped, she could enjoy her sister's tongue. After all, she'd enjoyed making Candace feel good, and kissing her, and now she thought about it, she enjoyed touching her too... and being touched...
Feeling like a big toy for her sister to play with, Isabella did not resist this time as Candace carefully pushed her tongue into her little sister's mouth. It felt very peculiar; never had Isabella felt the sensation of something so wet, warm and alive as a tongue against her own one before, and perhaps because she wasn’t struggling, Candace grew more and more confident with every passing second, twisting and turning her slimy love muscle all about, rubbing furiously against the walls of Isabella's cheeks as if she could lick them away.
Rather abruptly, Candace moved her head away from Isabella’s, pulling apart their lips which had become so sealed with their mixed saliva that a few thick strands dropped down upon her little sisters fuzzy, purple lap. She took a few deep breaths, Isabella doing the same but as quietly as she could manage, and then the two sisters locked eyes.
“You're not kissing back,” Candace said, trying not to say it in an accusing way.
“I… I don’t really know how to.”
“You’ll learn in time!” Candace assured her encouragingly, “I can teach you... if you want.”
“Sure,” Isabella said automatically, whatever Candace wanted. Making Candace feel good made her feel good.

“If I could get you to enjoy this, I’d be so happy,” Candace said longingly. Although none of them were saying it, it was clear to her that Isabella wasn’t enjoying this quite as much as she was.
“It feels pretty good,” Isabella consoled her, “so go on. I want you to, okay?”
Candace seemed very uplifted by that. “I know what we can do!” she chirped, feeling as if it was safe to attempt this now. She placed her hands on Isabella’s slender shoulders, and then slid her hands gently downwards along those fuzzy pyjamas until she was holding Isabella's slim upper arms.
“It’s fine if you don’t know how to kiss,” Candace said, “but maybe there’s something I can do for you... something you don’t need to know anything about to enjoy.”
“Sounds good to me,” Isabella responded honestly, resigned to being Candace's toy.
“Everybody loves to be touched… sensually,” Candace whispered the last word, and then her hands moved from Isabella’s arms to her chest.

Isabella's breasts, lovely and well-formed like little bags of soft dough, were being pressed against by warm, steady hands, the thin layer of velvet pyjamas between them only making the sensation more enjoyable with their fuzziness. Isabella wasn’t wearing a bra beneath those pyjamas; she never wore a bra to bed, in fact she never wore a bra unless she was planning to leave the house.
“Does that feel good, Isabella?” Candace asked with a smile she couldn’t hide; she could see the relaxed look on her little sister’s face that only someone in deep comfort could express, and it was telling her this was working. Isabella opened her mouth to admit a ‘yes’, but found she couldn’t form the word; instead, she exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.
Finally feeling that she could live out the romantic fantasies she had been masturbating to throughout most of he life, Candace leant close to Isabella’s ear as she continued to massage her chest.
“I’m going to make you love this,” she whispered, and to Isabella it sounded like a promise. Then, Candace ducked down a little further and kissed her neck, relishing her little sister’s smooth, beautiful skin.

Very gently, Candace used her position and bodyweight to ease Isabella down until she was laying belly up on the bed, her big sister lying upon her. She then sultrily ran her hands away from Isabella’s breasts, up and down her curvy sides.
“Just relax, Isabella. I’m going to make you feel like a princess.” Candace’s fingers then tightened, not upon Isabella’s skin, but the fabric covering them. Making it easier, the little sister rose her arms into the air as Candace pulled her pyjama top off, tossing it aside to some corner of the room.
“I’ve always wanted to see your boobs… so lovely beneath your top, all the time... so pretty...” Candace breathed, as if just to herself like the thoughts were escaping her head, and then she lowered herself and rubbed her cheek lovingly against her little sisters naked chest like a cat showing affection.
Candace couldn’t help herself as she snuggled her head between her sister’s warm, wobbly boob mounds, jiggling them unceasingly with her constant muzzling. Isabella let out scattered gasps of anxiety as Candace’s face continuously pushed against and flicked past her nipples like little pink buttons, each sparing moment of contact sending shivers of joy through her body.
“Please!” Isabella suddenly said aloud, and she was just as shocked by her own voice as Candace was.
“What? What is it?”
“I…” Isabella began, still surprised at herself for speaking. A primal, hungry presence within her had **** her tongue, stirred by these new experiences; never before had her naked, exposed breasts been fondled, never had her nipples been stimulated by another being to the point where they were erect and hardened; it didn’t matter that it was her sister who had caused this. It was a fantastic new sensation and she needed to travel further down the rabbit hole.

“Please… stop teasing me! Lick them, suck them! Do something!”
“…Isabella…”
“Candace, hurry! You’ve made me so… so horny!” she admitted, with a lusty carelessness. Some small part of her was fearful of how she could be asking for this, but it was happening and she couldn’t stop herself.
Candace didn’t say another word, taking full advantage of her little sister’s sudden desire before she changed her mind. Doing as she was asked to, Candace let her tongue loll from her mouth, and then ran it along the crevice between Isabella’s little wobbling tits.
Picking a breast to treat herself to, Candace slid her tongue up its heated, doughy base, amazed at how very much it jiggled like a water balloon at her touch; they had barely matured, so sweet and tender, and she was grateful to play with them in this state.
Isabella writhed beneath Candace impatiently, her body twisting and turning, as Candace’s tongue found its way to the nipple of her little sister’s right breast. She kissed it once, twice, and then swirled her tongue in circles around it as if the whole boob was an ice cream and she could mould it into a point.
“Bite it!” Isabella commanded aggressively, suddenly wrapping her legs extremely tightly around Candace’s waist. As soon as she felt the hot breath of Candace's open mouth upon her nipple, she changed her mind. “No don’t!” Isabella had no idea what had just came over her to make her suggest such a violent act upon her own body.

“I can teethe it… it’s normal to want that,” Candace added, sensing that Isabella was unsure of her own desires. Getting no response, she instead fastened her lips around the lovely, hardened nipple and began suckling on it.
Candace sucked and sucked, every satisfied breath let out by her little sister causing her to got at it even stronger, so intently as if she was aiming to procure milk, and was frustrated that she couldn’t manage to do so.
Then, hoping that Isabella wanted it, she very carefully closed her teeth around the wet, pointed nipple, ever so gently easing shut her jaw until she had a firm, but light grip on it. She knew just what to do next, as sometimes during her own kinkier sessions of masturbation she pinched her own nipples and pulled on them.
“Anh! Nth!” Isabella let out a quiet gasp of pain every time Candace tugged at her tit, feeling as if her big sister was teasing her nipple further out with each pull. Candace was sensitive to Isabella's cries, nipping more gently whenever they sounded too pained, and harder when they didn't sound pained enough.
The big sister couldn’t keep up the kinky teething for much longer however, as her own desire to suck on and lick her little sisters breast was getting too strong to ignore; she gave one last tug with her teeth and then bit down a little too hard for a satisfying climax to the moment, provoking a sharp cry of what could have been joy or great discomfort from Isabella. Then she went down on the smitten breast like a kid licking out a bowl of cake mixture, slathering her tongue all over it, sucking on the nipple like a tiny ice-lolly.

“Candace,” Isabella murmured, a sudden nervousness to her tones.
“What is it?” Candace responded, looking away from the wet, shining spike of a nipple for a moment to meet her little sister's gaze.
“This has never happened to me before… but…”
“…oh…”
“…yeah...” Isabella squeaked shyly, as her big sister crawled backwards, away from her upper body, so she could look at her lower half.
Candace didn’t know how to feel as she looked upon the dark, wet patch between her little sisters thighs. Proud? Excited? Ashamed? There was no going back now. She had made her little sister leak... just by playing with her boobs. It looked so delicious... but you weren't supposed to search for nectar in flowers that hadn't fully blossomed...
While Candace debated with herself whether or not to cross the final line, Isabella made the decision for her.
“You... you can do whatever you want with me,” Isabella said for the second time that day, though this time, she wasn't just saying it to be nice. Then she said something more to the point. “Do it, sis. I want you to do it.”
With a shameless grin, Candace thanked the heavens that she'd finally found the courage to make this all happen, and then tugged at Isabella’s pyjama bottoms, pulling them quickly down her legs and tossing them aside.

“No bra, and no panties either?” Candace observed, giggling as she looked down upon Isabella’s bare vagina, damp and glistening with excitement.
“I’m entirely naked now,” Isabella answered as if in a trance, “I’m all yours! Just…satisfy me!”
Candace smiled triumphantly as her little sisters legs flailed about, the sweet thing apparently unable to cope with the anxiety of waiting for her pussy to be pleasured for the first time. Asserting a little dominance, Candace placed one of her own, larger legs over Isabella’s to pin it down and cease the struggling, and then did the same with the other pair. Then, licking her lips, she leant down and stared in awe at the object of her dreams; her little sister’s cupcake, sticky and damp, ready and waiting, mere inches from her lips.
Patiently savouring the moment, Candace sniffed deeply at the treat, relishing the pungent, musty aroma of the virgin dish. Then, breaking the enchanting spell of the moment, she moved her face forward and planted a kiss on the sticky mess she yearned for so much.
“Oh, wow...!” Isabella murmured, as the brief, soft contact between her vagina and Candace’s lips sent a shiver up her spine.

“Not yet,” Candace whispered, much more to herself than to her little sister. She would dine on this meal shortly enough, but first she had to season it.
Keeping one hand on Isabella’s waist, Candace formed her free hand into a gun-shape, her index and middle fingers pointed outwards, and then moved them close to her little sisters special place.
“Are you ready?” she asked slowly, teasingly, delighted at the tension she had managed to stir up.
“Yes! Yes! Please Candace, hurry!”
“Okay…” With that, Candace pressed her two fingers against the sealed, moist lower lips of her sister, and rested them there for a moment as she tried to estimate how much **** would be required to breach that slit. It felt so very tight... impassable... but that had to change some day. Today. Candace pushed.
Isabella let out a loud wail as her seal was broken for the first time. Candace’s fingers, small and thin as fingers were, were still the first objects to have ever penetrated her, and it felt so new and strange that it was fantastic.

Candace didn’t give her little sister and time to get used to it, intending to slowly but surely amp it up. Finishing up the introduction, she pushed her fingers in as far as they would go. As soon as she felt they could go no further, Candace slipped them back out until just her fingertips were still within… and then she pushed them back in, and repeated the process over and over.
“Oh! Oh! This is nice!” Isabella sighed, uncaring as to whether or not this was right or wrong any more, it just felt good. Candace's little sister’s cries of pleasure excited her into a frenzy, and she thrust her fingers in and out faster and faster, until eventually Isabella began squirming eratically, howling out loud. It was adorable how reactive she was to Candace's mere finger stabbings; and then, with a wonderful sensation of Isabella's pussy walls pulsating against her fingers, there came a squelchy sound, and a creamy texture could be felt as Isabella howled out again.

Finally, Candace yanked her fingers out and stared at what she had done, the evidence on her fingers. No blood – not surprising, as one of the things their mother did on the few weekends they spent together was take them horse riding – but nevertheless, those shining, sticky fingers represented the loss of her little sister's virginity. Several times she had told herself she'd crossed the line that evening, but this time, as she glanced between Isabella's glistening pussy and her own fingers, she knew this was the true definition of it. Candace sucked on the fingers happily, too elated to feel any guilt, only curious as to what lost innocence tasted like. It was a strange flavour, not unlike her own juices, but the fact that it came from Isabella was what made it so delicious to her; she had to have more, straight from the source.

Without giving Isabella time to recover, Candace pressed her face up against the moist, sticky pie and began lapping at it, too excited to try and be sensual; she was as sloppy as an amateur, but she didn’t care. Isabella was letting out deep moans again, her legs squirming, and that was what mattered.
Candace slathered her tongue all about soft, springy pussy, not resting until she had worked up such a thick coat of saliva upon it that it was beginning to drip onto the blanket.
It was then, as Isabella’s moans were beginning to sound more like animalistic howls, that it emerged; the little sisters clitoris, small and shiny, shy but eager. Should she warn her? Did Isabella understand how her own vagina worked? The questions ran through Candace’s mind, but she ignored them and followed her own, lustful will. Just taking Isabella's virginity wasn't enough, she had to finish the job.
Pretending the clitoris wasn’t there, she continued to slide her tongue all over, purposefully slipping it within occasionally as she had done with her fingers. Inevitably, the clitoris was rubbed and wetted several times, provoking a near-scream from Isabella with even the slightest contact.

“Candace… Candace, I feel so… I feel… the world is moving… Candace! Candace!”
“Enjoy your first orgasm,” the big sister whispered lovingly, and then she ignited the clitoris before her with one mighty lick, not just pushing Isabella’s special button but jamming it all the way in.
Isabella felt pleasure course up and down her body, so powerfully as if someone had grabbed her by the shoulders and was vigorously shaking her. She could feel a tightness in her pelvis, her muscles retracting immensely, as an incredible, pressurised ball of utter bliss revolved about her lower body, causing her to scream louder and louder with each spin. Juices were flowing, hot and rushing, as if a ripe, tropical fruit within her was being squeezed, and these liquids felt as if they were spurting from her pussy.
Before Isabella knew it, the orgasm was over, and she closed her eyes, unable to do anything else but breathe out. Candace licked her lips, feeling rather proud of herself for having made Isabella actually squirt, and the reward was all over her face, shiny and dripping. It hadn't came as a surprise to her at all that Isabella could squirt; in fact, she'd expected it. After all, she herself could squirt, and so could...
Not wanting to unsettle Isabella in case she found it off putting, Candace rubbed her own face with two palms, cleaning it of pussy juices before facing her little sister. Isabella was still breathing out... so, unable to help herself, Candace licked her hands like a kitten cleaning its paws, **** to taste the glorious fluids she had earned from her little sister.
Satisfied, not because of the peculiar taste but because of the sheer kinkiness, Candace pulled and shifted the blanket beneath them until she had managed to free it from under their bodies. She then laid down fondly besides her little sister, who seemed to have just recovered; her eyes were open at least.

“How do you feel now?” Candace decided to ask, after they had pulled the blanket over themselves. The two sisters were holding each other closely, bathing in each other’s body heat as if the world beyond the bed was a snowy tundra and they only had each other for warmth.
“That was the most incredible experience of my life… and I feel good. I feel very good.” Isabella glowed, glad she didn’t have to pretend to be happy any more. She'd almost forgotten this had only happened in an attempt to make Candace feel good. Candace smiled back at her, and then rephrased her question:
“I mean… are you glad we did this?”
Isabella continued to smile. “You know what, Candace? I am glad. I guess this should feel really wrong, but it actually feels... kinda right. Kinda really right.’
“The love I’ve felt for you has always felt right,” Candace whispered, and let it linger as if trying to ask a secret question.
“Love…” Isabella echoed thoughtfully, and then rolled her head on the pillow so that she was staring directly into Candace's eyes. They were so close that their noses were almost touching. “I love you, Candace.”
Then, the two sisters began to kiss, and this time it didn’t matter that Isabella didn’t know how to do it properly. Now she understood that it wasn’t about the fact that she was being kissed, it was about who she was kissing... and as she experimentally poked, slipped and slid her tongue inside of Candace's mouth, Candace relished in being her teacher.
The hours passed, the sun settled and the moon rose. As the two forbidden lovers drifted off to sleep, nestled in each other’s embrace, the bedroom door creaked a little so that the eavesdropper outside could peek in.
“You’ve done very well in properly bringing her into the family,” she praised her eldest daughter, as if she could hear her in her sleep. “Little Isabella still has so much to learn from here.”