Preface:
This story heavily focuses on consenting lesbian incest between adults. If you do not enjoy that theme, or if it offends you, please do not read this.
Despite sometimes being referred to as "little girl" or "baby girl", all females are 18 years or older. This is not a true story, it is just a fantasy. Events and persons are entirely fictional. Views expressed by the characters are not necessarily my own.
English is not my native language, so please be forgiving if my grammar or wording is sometimes strange.
My name is Lucy. I live in a fairly unpopular town in California. With unpopular I don't mean that it's a bad place. On the contrary, living less than two hundred miles from the pacific, I like it quite much. It's just not one of the well known cities like San Francisco or Los Angeles or Berkeley. For privacy reasons, I'm not going to say which town though.
I have the luxury of still living with my family, which consists of my Mom Carol and my younger sister Amy. Mom is in upper management, so she could have supported me even if I had decided to move out. But since we have a fairly big house and campus is not too far away, she doesn't mind still having me around. And neither do I.
My dad doesn't live with us anymore. He didn't die in a car accident, nor did he run off with his secretary. In fact, he's a terrific guy and both Amy and I loved him to bits when we were kids. He and mom divorced when I was 8 years old. It wasn't a big drama, just one of the small tragedies in life. They just couldn't make it work any longer, since they had developed very different personalities and views on what they wanted in life. When he was still close by, Amy and I regularly visited him. But he had to move east coast due to his job.
My little sister Amy is a high school senior. She's a wild one and she's always up to something. She does have good natured spirit though and we actually get along very well. Especially considering the stories I hear from my friends about the fights with their sisters.
Our mother is a strong and confident lady. The perfect manager if you ask me. She is also still quite beautiful for her age. I guess it's partly due to her job. She works hard to remain attractive, be fashionable and maintain her elegant appearance. She's a brunette, just like Amy and me. She has also passed on her voluptuous figure to us.
I'm really grateful for that, because I like full breasts, wide hips and round ass cheeks. Not just on my own body, but with females in general. When I hit puberty, I fairly quickly discovered that I loved girls.
In a way I was blessed though, because unlike many girls, I didn't have to hide in the closet and keep it a secret. My mother is a lesbian too and she has always been open with us about the fact. So I didn't have to fear her reaction when I came out. I could discuss all the complicated implications and the mixed emotions with her, and that helped a lot.
My first girlfriend was a cute girl named Lisa. She was my class mate and also my best friend. We kind of started to experiment with each other. Unfortunately though, unlike me, she decided that she wasn't really a lesbian. So this was done eventually.
In my senior high school year I hooked up with a sexy raven-haired beauty named Heather. She was an experienced and convinced lesbian. Most of what I know about making love to a woman, I learned from her. I really loved her very much. Unfortunately she had to sacrifice our relationship for her career plans when we graduated. She had the opportunity to study in Stanford University, so of course I didn't want to stand in her way. It was one of the sadder moments in my young life.
Anyway I'm digressing. After all, this is about my taboo lesbian life, not my depressing past relationships.
One late evening, while I was in bed reading a book, Amy knocked softly onto my door. When I answered, she stuck her head through the door.
"Hey Sis, mind if I come in?" Amy asked humbly.
I shook my head and put the book away. "Sure Little Bit, what's on your mind?"
Amy came in and and closed the door. Wringing her hands nervously she looked around my room. She wore white cotton pajamas with bears on them. It may have been a bit silly for a girl her age to wear these, but she did look cute in them. Amy came up to my bed and still seemed unsure of herself. So I decided to take the initiative.
"What's up hon, you seem tense." I told her in a warm voice.
"I wanted to ask you something," she said reluctantly, "but can we cuddle while we talk, like we did when I was little?" Her cheeks were reddening when she spoke.
I gave her a gentle smile. "Be my guest," I answered.
Instantly, Amy's face lit up and she crawled in bed with me. When she slipped under the blanket and snuggled up against me, she made a surprised face and blushed even more.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know you slept naked!" Amy exclaimed.
I chuckled. "Well, now you do. Do you mind? I can get up and put something on if you want."
Amy shook her head. "No, don't bother. It's okay," she quickly replied.
As Amy snuggled up to my naked body and put her head on my shoulder, I put my arms around her and pulled her close.
"Mmmm, this feels nice," I said softly, "We haven't done this in a long while."
"True," Amy replied, sighing contentedly as she rested in my embrace.
After a while I said, "Well Little Bit, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, it's just ..." Amy stopped unsure of herself.
"Spit it out baby, you know you can be completely open with me," I encouraged her.
"It's just, how did you know you're into girls?" She blurted out.
I chuckled. "Oh dear, what brought this on?"
