Chapter 1 – If Only We Weren’t Sisters!
“Now slip your finger in there. Yes, right there. Mm, perfect.”
Lilah smiled at her student on the laptop screen whose slim fingers danced across the guitar strings. Though the sound she created was not perfect, Lilah was impressed by Carly’s improvement.
Carly beamed; she had just mastered her first cord progression. “I did it!” she exclaimed with adorable enthusiasm. Her hazel-green eyes lit up and her smile warmed the young guitar teacher’s heart. The student’s perfectly straight mousy hair bounced as she did a happy dance on the bed.
Lilah noticed that she wore no bra under her thin, pink shirt; her cute C-cup breasts bounced hypnotically underneath. Lilah loved teaching music, and the job came with some pretty nice perks as well. Speaking of perks, her student’s excitement was transitioning nicely down her chest and into her nipples, which poked enticingly through her shirt.
Lilah shifted on her bed. The body of her own guitar which rested on her lap pressed against something long and hard under her comfy tie-dye lounge pants. “Nice one, Carly,” Lilah said, ignoring the stiffness down below and giving her student a golf-clap. “See? I told you you’ve got it.”
“Maybe I’ve just got a great teacher,” Carly said, smiling.
She looked at Lilah with such big, bright eyes that Lilah couldn’t help but feel drawn to her through the laptop screen. Lilah placed her own guitar behind her on the bed and said, “That’s a wrap for today. Keep practicing, Carly, and I’ll see you again next week.”
“Sure. But, oh, before I forget! Do you have like another minute?”
“Of course.” Carly was her last student of the day, so she could spare the time.
“You wouldn’t believe it, but I met one of your students at a party! Her name was… Jessalyn, I think? Long blonde hair, down to about here?” she gestured down to nipple-length, “With a cherry tattoo on her left wrist?”
Lilah’s face grew hot. She remembered Jessalyn alright. She had no doubt Jessalyn had nice, warm and deep memories of Lilah as well.
And from the mischievous, almost shy way Carly looked at her, Lilah knew that Jessalyn must have shared some of those memories. “She said she did face-to-face lessons with you. She told me about how once she’d left her wallet at home, but you let her pay… another way.”
“Oh my God!” Lilah said, unable to hide her embarrassment. “Carly, ignore her. Everything she said was a lie.” It was no use denying it, but after being caught there was nothing she could say or do.
“Everything? You mean, even the part about you having a big… well, you know.” Carly gestured downwards and looked just as embarrassed as Lilah felt.
Lilah fell back on the bed, “Oh, why did she have to tell you that?” she complained out loud.
Carly laughed. “Oh my God, so it’s true?! You do have a… a cock?!”
Lilah sat up on the bed again and put a palm against her forehead. “Not that it was any of her business to share, but yes, I do. God, doesn’t she know what privacy means?”
Carly was practically bouncing and clapping on the bed. “So cool! So cool!” she said. “Oh my God, that’s like, wow! I knew you were interesting and different but, like, that? I’m speechless!”
“Well, now you know. And if you ever see Jessalyn, promise her for me that she’s never, ever seeing it again.”
“But what about me? Can I see it instead?”
The question caught Lilah off-guard. She stared at Carly’s expectant face on the screen, waiting for her to laugh and say she was joking.
Nothing. The silence hung in the cyber-space between them for so long that Carly eventually said, “I guess that’s a no?” She could not have sounded more disappointed.
“Carly, you’re my student. It wouldn’t be right.”
“So was she!” she retorted. “And I don’t see why you should play favorites. If you gave her one service, it’s only fair I get the same. As much as I can, you know, between screens like this.”
“But you’ve already paid for your lesson.” As soon as she realized what she had just said, Lilah added, “Not that she was paying me by… oh gosh, I’m going to kill her!” She felt her face burn again.
“Well, maybe we can do an exchange? I know you’ve been looking at these the whole lesson. I can show them to you if you show me your cock.” She pressed her palms against her own breasts over her shirt.
She had her. Fuck, Lilah did not think she had been staring at them all lesson, but she had been looking. And there was no hint of irony in Carly’s expression or in her words. She was dead serious.
Lilah’s resolve slipped. She cracked. What the hell, she thought. It’s not like I’ve got anything else going on today. “You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? Don’t be like Jessalyn. I really am going to kill her.”
“Whoo!” Carly cheered, throwing her fist in the air. “That’s a yes! I get to see your big cock!”
“Shh!” Lilah said laughing. “Carly, do you want your mom to hear?”
“Oops!” she said, covering her mouth. “Okay, I’ll be quiet. But come on!” she encouraged her, now whispering and motioning with her hands. “Let me see!”
Lilah couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but then again, it wasn’t so hard to believe. Carly and Jessalyn weren’t the first students she’d fooled around with. “Okay, you ready?” she asked. Carly’s eyes widened and she nodded with the enthusiasm of a kid being offered the biggest candy in the store.
Lilah hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her lounge pants, leaned backwards, and slipped them down, panties and all.
Carly’s eyes grew wider, and her smile transformed into an “O” of astonishment. “Oh. My. God!” she said.
Lilah leaned back and held her cock at the base with one hand. “See?”
“How can I not. It’s… it’s huge!” Her expression changed to one of bewilderment. “How can it be so big?”
Lilah shrugged. “I’m not really full yet. Maybe if you do your side of the deal, it might get even bigger.”
“Oh, of course!” And without a moment’s hesitation Carly slipped her pink tee off, revealing her firm, pale teenage breasts. They were everything Lilah had imagined and more. Her pink nipples stood lovely and erect on her chest. Even though her boobs weren’t as big as Lilah’s D-cups, they looked like they were made to be squeezed, to be sucked.
To be fucked.
“You like them?” Carly asked innocently as she rubbed and squeezed her tits. She pinched the nipples playfully, making them harder and pinker. “Oh wait, I can already see you do!”
It was the truth. Lilah’s cock grew to its full length: nine inches of pure futa goodness. And it was all on display for Carly. The girl bit her lip and teased her breasts more. “God, I wish I could be there. I’d love to taste that cock.”
“I bet you would.” The thought of Carly’s mouth around the swollen, pink head of her dick brought the young guitar teacher such joy. She closed her eyes and pictured it, all while stroking herself from base to tip. With her other hand, she reached down and massaged her ripe futa-balls.
“God, even your balls are big!” Carly exclaimed. “They look like one big, yummy peach together.”
“That’s right, and they’re full of sweet juice.”
“Can I see it?” Carly begged. “Can I see you squeeze all the juice out for me?”
Lilah was about to give an enthusiastic yes but stopped. She heard somebody crying nearby. It was faint, but after a few seconds she realized it came from the room next door.
Her sister Elsie’s room.
At that moment, having fun with Carly didn’t seem anywhere near so important. She let go of her cock, sat up straight in her bed and let her student down as gently as she could. “I’m sorry Carly. I want to, but I really need to go.”
The disappointed girl pouted. “Really? I was so looking forward to seeing you cum. Will you show me next time?”
“Sure. If you keep practicing your fingering.”
Carly giggled. “After what you showed me, that’ll be easy!”
Lilah smiled and said, “You know what I mean. I’ll see you next time, Carly.”
“See you next week!” Carly said, and just before Lilah left the Skype call, Carly winked and mimed sucking a dick, with her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. It would have turned Lilah on even more, except for the crying next door. She hopped off her bed and adjusted her pants. Her bulge was still very apparent, and no amount of jumping up and down made it recede. “Seriously?” she said and resorted to taking her guitar with her. She couldn’t come into her sister’s room with a huge, spicy erection.
When she stepped out of her room and approached her sister’s door, there was no more doubting what she had heard. Elsie was crying, and it wrenched the big sister’s heart to hear it. Elsie was the nicest person Lilah knew, and in her opinion, the last person who deserved to be hurt.
She knocked gently, right next to the silver knob with an anime bear plushie hanging off it. “Elsie honey? Are you okay?”
The crying stopped. “Fine,” a voice replied, failing to sound composed.
“Is it okay if I come in?”
“Sure,” her sister said, defeated.
Lilah pushed the door open and peeked inside. Elsie’s room could not have looked more different from her own. Lilah’s walls were adorned with posters of punk rock bands and foreign dark fantasy movies, and her bed was a mess of sheets with a faded old Union Jack quilt cover. Elsie’s walls had posters of anime shows, and her bed was covered in a wide collection of cute cartoon plushies. Lilah’s dream vacation would be London, while Elsie’s would be Tokyo. They were polar opposites, but they had always adored each other and lovingly respected each other’s differences.
She saw her sister’s long, thick red hair tumbling down her back. Elsie sat hunched on her bed, hugging a huge, squishy pink Pokémon to her chest. She sniffed and didn’t turn around.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lilah asked as she closed the door behind her. She approached her sister and, holding the guitar in front of her with one hand, touched her shoulder with the other. Elsie turned around at last and gave her a weary smile. “Sorry. I’m fine, Lilah.”
“You don’t look fine. Did someone hurt you? Do they need an Anderson Ass-Kicking?”
Elsie laughed. Her smile was genuine that time and Lilah caught a flash of her sister’s silver braces. It was one of their little in-jokes: when Elsie had been in elementary school, some fat kid called Anderson had been bullying her for her red hair and freckles. Lilah had followed him off the bus after school, confronted him, and left him winded and sobbing like a baby. His parents hadn’t even been angry; they were ashamed he had been bullying a girl, and subsequently beaten so thoroughly by a girl (even if Lilah had been three years older than him).
Elsie shook her head. “They’re not mean. Just, I dunno. Annoying.”
Lilah sat on the soft bed. Elsie’s mattress was so much softer than hers and it felt strange sinking into it. She placed her guitar on the floor, then grabbed a heart-shaped pillow and placed it on her lap instead. “No doubt. Tell me what happened.”
“Nothing happened. We were all walking home, and Rachael and Kayla were talking about their boyfriends. They were being pretty, well, graphic, and I dunno, maybe I looked a little uncomfortable. Anyway, Rachael noticed and made a joke about it. ‘Oh, Elsie’s so innocent, she hasn’t had a boyfriend, don’t talk about sex because she doesn’t like it and thinks its gross.'”
Lilah rolled her eyes. “Your friends always sound so lovely.”
“I said I didn’t mind if they talked about it, I just didn’t have much to say. And that made them worse. Kayla said that even if I had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, I wouldn’t know what to do with them.”
“They’re obviously being bitches. Just ignore them.” It wasn’t the first time they’d made Elsie feel bad about herself, and they always passed it off as teasing. Lilah never liked them. She wouldn’t mind giving them an Anderson Ass-Kicking.
“Lilah, it’s just…” Elsie began, and then stopped to gather her thoughts. She moved her hands in the air as if trying to grasp what to say. “They’re right, I wouldn’t know what to do! But you know what? I don’t even care! I just hate that they make me feel dumb or weird for not wanting sex. At least, not unless it’s with someone special. Someone I love, and who I know loves me. It’s probably weird, but my body means more to me than that.”
Just like with their bedrooms and their interests, in this way the sisters were worlds apart. Lilah would never admit to Elsie how old she had been when she’d first had sex, nor would she say with how many people. Love didn’t exactly factor into Lilah’s love life. Not that she hadn’t loved anybody before, but it had never been a prerequisite for sex. Girls like Jessalyn could attest to that.
Still, she admired her little sister. She knew that whoever Elsie ended up with would feel like the most special person in the world. Lilah hugged her, and Elsie returned it gratefully. “You’re right, Elsie,” she said. “Don’t lose your virginity to anyone you’re not comfortable with. You’re a stronger person than you know for valuing yourself like that.”
Elsie hugged her tighter. “Thanks, sis.” They sat there on the bed together, hugging and feeling each other’s heartbeats against their chests.
And then, Elsie laughed and spoke the words that would change their lives forever. “If we weren’t sisters, I could just do it with you and get it over with!”
Lilah laughed, but only for a second. Because then the implications of that idea hit her like a dildo to the face. Both girls pulled back from each other, and Elsie immediately started apologizing. “Oh gosh, that was such a gross thing to say! I’m sorry Lilah. I’m all over the place today.”
“No, no. It’s okay,” Lilah whispered quickly, and the room was suddenly filled with a weird, tense air. Much to her shock, Lilah’s subsiding erection suddenly returned with full force, so much so that she felt the pillow on her lap shift. Why was she getting a stiff cock now, after what her sister had said? It had been a joke, and a terrible one at that. Just imagine it: Lilah taking her own sister’s virginity? God, what a crazy, messed-up idea!
And yet when she imagined it her cock stirred more under the pillow.
After a quick smile and an encouraging rub on the back, Lilah left Elsie to herself. She hoped that what she said had helped. She thought it did, even if the conversation had taken a crazy turn. When Lilah walked out, she made extra sure to keep the guitar in front of her again.
With this kind of horniness, Lilah knew there was only one cure: a cool shower. After throwing her guitar through her bedroom door she made a beeline for the bathroom. Once there, she slipped out of her lounge pants and loose, short-sleeved band tee, and then out of her bra and underwear.
“Damn it!” she hissed when she saw her still-erect cock. “God, what’s wrong with you? Why won’t you go down?!” But of course, any accusation she leveled at her futa-cock was an accusation to herself. Naked and shivering, she splashed cold water on her face. She tied her long, chocolate-brown hair into a tight bun behind her head to keep it from getting wet, and then stared at her equally dark eyes in the mirror. “Don’t be weird,” she told herself. “Don’t even think about it. She’s your sister. Incest is totally wrong.”
And when her phone buzzed on the bathroom vanity, she was relieved to find the distraction she needed.
Three messages from Carly, all with images attached.
It seemed that her guitar student had been thinking of her after their lesson. She sent her three amazing nudes, each in different angles. The last of Carly lying in bed with a sheet just barely covering her pussy was her favorite. With them, Carly had texted: You can see more after our next lesson xoxox
This was perfect. Lilah sat on the cool bathroom floor with her back against the tiled wall. With her left hand she held the phone, and with her right she gripped her cock. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it, just like when she was on camera with Carly. “Oh, yes,” she sighed. “That’s it.” Now that she had those sexy images of Carly in her mind, she put her phone down, closed her eyes and pictured every nasty thing she’d like to do with her. With her other hand she massaged her balls, and now and then she teasingly touched her pussy lips. That was the great thing about being a futa: she had the best of both worlds.
“Oh, Carly,” she whispered as she imagined the young girl’s mousy hair swaying as her mouth bobbed on Lilah’s cock. She imagined Carly looking up at her with those big, hazel eyes and moaning around her girth. Carly was getting good at guitar, but she couldn’t sing worth a lick. “I’m putting your mouth to better use,” she imagined saying while pressing the back of Carly’s head, encouraging her to take her cock deeper down her throat. In the bathroom, Lilah raised her hand up to her own breast and squeezed it. She felt her dark pink nipple stiffen under her palm, and she pinched it hard until a jolt of pleasure coursed through her body.
In her mind, Carly loved every second with Lilah’s cock. She craved every inch; desired every drop of cum. She said as much to Lilah… only her voice didn’t sound like Carly’s anymore. Lilah listened to it again.
“I want your cum, big sister.”
And in that moment, imaginary Carly’s hair transformed from straight and mousy to thick, long and red. Freckles bloomed across her nose and cheeks, and her eyes darkened to a cocoa brown. Her teeth glistened with shiny, new braces. “Take me, Lilah,” Elsie begged in her mind.
Lilah’s eyes shot open and she stopped pumping her cock. No. No, no and fuck no. She shook her head and concentrated. When she returned to the place in her mind, she forced Carly to face away from her. In her imagination, she was taking her student doggy style. Much better, she thought, and pounded away. She gripped her thick, long cock tightly in her hand, imagining that it was Carly’s tight pussy sliding up and down her shaft.
But then it happened again. Though she couldn’t see her face, she saw the hair she gripped in her fist transform once again to a dark, fiery red. And in her mind, she didn’t stop fucking. Not when the hair changed, not when the voice changed, and not even when Elsie turned around to gaze sensually into her eyes.
She didn’t even stop when Elsie moaned: “Oh fuck me, big sister!”
“Oooh!” Lilah cried as she came. The young futanari shot jets of hot, white love all over herself, drenching her tits, her neck, her face and her hair. She smelled it under her nose, she tasted it on her lips. The rich, ripe saltiness of her own seed was very familiar and she usually savored it.
But things were different this time. This was the most Lilah had ever cum in one orgasm. She was positively dripping in her own sperm, and for one clear reason: the idea of having sex with her sister – and not just having sex but taking her virginity – drove Lilah mad with lust.
She wanted to deny it. She wanted to put it out of her mind and go back to how she used to think of Elsie. But the proof of her feelings was splattered all over her face.
Little did she know at the time, but after that one conversation with Elsie there was no going back.