Emi Dreams Some More

Emi stirred from her deep sleep, not too concerned with her latest dream. She was in that desert again, laying back as if she were on a nude beach. A girl next to her asked for a hand with her sunscreen. Emi gladly accommodated, her hands smoothly spreading the lotion across the girl's neck and back, before reaching around, spreading it ever more erotically across the woman's stomach, then breasts, then mons.

Laying the woman flat on her back Emi began to kiss her way across the woman's legs, licking at her pussy. “Mm.. coconut.” Emi lewdly remarked, before sitting atop the woman’s face.

Grinding into the eager lips and tongue Emi moaned in pleasure, gazing down at the face of the woman she gasped struggling free of their grasp.

The calm stirring became a strong alert, launching Emi upright as she snapped awake. Feeling her hips buck up against something as she exhaled in surprising delight.

Monica was spooning her again, much like the previous night. Her hands this time unperturbed by thoughts of feeling her sister up and down. Looping a finger around Emi's clit she kissed her sister's shoulder and neck.

“Are you awake?” She asked innocently, pressing herself harder against the sister.

“Yeah.” Emi moaned biting her lip. Torn between stopping this and just pretending to sleep and acquiescing.

“Have you ever… been with a girl?” Monica asked timidly shifting her fingers down into her sister's wet pussy.

Emi bit her lip. The Idol's words echoing from her memory.

You could be Monica's first girl.

“Ye…yeah…” She gasped trying to ignore the sensations pulling her body asunder with sin. Trying not to think too much about Willow, Toni.

“Can you show me what it's like?” Monica asked. “I've been stuck thinking about it. Even masturbating to the thoughts.”

Emi tried to fight the grin on her face. She really didn't want this, but she did. Breathing deeply Emi couldn't find herself able to object, her body relishing the sensation of her sister's taboo finger, and lips as they pressed through the t-shirt Emi had dulling the growing temptation and desire.

Monica felt nervous, not necessarily discouraged by Emi's lack of response, so much as desiring her sister to respond with enthusiasm and desire, not try to suppress and resist. Getting up she pulled Emi onto her back and dove in for a kiss.

Moaning into each other's mouths Monica kept fingering her sister, excited by the shifts in Emi's breathing in response. Their tongues wrestled passionately until Monica broke away from the kiss, staring down at her sister in the darkened room, her pale skin seemingly glowing invitingly.

Breathing heavily after the wonderful kiss Emi shook her head. “No... No I really can't…” Emi responded, Monica kissing along her chin, and groping her sister's small D cup breasts more aggressively, provoking gasps and a slight arching of Emi's back.

“Then let me,” Monica whispered passionately, her hand reaching down and under the baggy shirt.

“I shouldn't.” Emi moaned, her body shifting into her sister's touch contrary to her words.

“Just let me touch you,” Monica responded shifting down her sister. “Just let me feel you.” Monica then added pulling her hands from under Emi's clothes and hooking them on the track pants waistband.

Kissing her sister's now exposed navel Monica pulled down on the waistband, smiling excitedly as Emi lifted her ass, allowing them to slip down her legs easily.

“Let me taste you.” Monica then added, licking the juices from her finger before ripping the pants free and clear, casting them off into the room's darkness before diving in.

“This is sooo wrong….” Emi gasped, one hand grabbing Monica's hair as she lifted her hips into her sister's face, Monica's arms quickly hooking under her legs to hold her there as she sucked on the clit rolling between her lips.

“Tastes right to me.” Monica gasped, as she finally stopped for air, dancing her tongue across Emi's clit. Diving back down Monica was convinced, she loved pussy.