Neenya's Affections (A story about lesbian skunky incest)
-Story by Skoon
-Editing and additional help by Coracleboat
Hello journal, it's Genna. Once again I find myself unable to confide in anybody but you.
I am at a loss. My sister, Neenya touched me last night. She does this more and more often lately. Ever since we began sharing a bed she has been doing this. She always brings me to climax, but never demands anything in return.
At first this was very unwelcome, but there was no stopping her. She's too strong. It's a funny feeling to be molested by my own sibling, let alone another girl. Thing is, I am not certain I hate it. Have I ever really tried to stop her? Every time it happens, my initial feeling is one of dread. I want to get away. Then... then it starts to feel good. I always end up relaxing and letting her do her thing. After a few moments it starts to feel so great, and I can't help but to moan a little. She really knows what she's doing. But, I always feel bad afterwards. I can't describe the feeling. Embarrassment and sadness?
If I hate it so much, why do I continue to share the bed with her? Why don't I tell mother? Although it makes me feel bad, I think I actually want her to have her way with me. But for every ounce of pleasure, I also feel angry, sad, used, and... guilty. Even as I write this, I can't shake these feelings. I feel like crying, but, I can't wait for the next time. What is wrong with me?
Last night was the most embarrassing. It was the first time that I had an orgasm like that. I screamed rather loudly. The first time I've ever shouted. I've never even raised my voice in anger.
I believe it was nearly midnight. I was alone in the room. Neenya asked me to wear something specific to bed, so I knew what was coming. I did as she asked. Now I know I must have wanted it. I have to admit, the thought of it did arouse me. I think that's why I wore that outfit. I wanted to please her. It was a velvety chemise and matching panties. They were electric blue with some black lace trim. To be honest, they were very comfortable. It didn't pull at my fur and they made me feel warm.
Neenya always gets me stuff like this. She bought me nearly all of my clothes, so I own some rather revealing things. Sometimes, I feel like a doll she plays dress up with. It's another one of those things I can't decide on how to feel about. On one hand, I have some nice things. On the other hand, it almost always means I'm going to be prodded at.
Anyway, not long after I changed into the outfit, Neenya came into the room. As usual, she looked tired and irritated. Her face brightened up quite a lot when she caught sight of me though. Her eyes became hungry. I was both excited and frightened. I could feel my face reddening. I knew what was about to happen.
She complimented me. She said I looked, "Unusually comfortable in such sexy clothes." I was blushing and I could feel my arms press tightly against my sides. I looked comfortable? I guess I usually look like a nervous wreck. I remember grabbing my tail and pulling it around me. That's when Neenya laughed. She said, "That's more like you."
Neenya changed into her own night clothing, if you can call it that. She sometimes wears a purple satin corset and a G string. It's actually very pretty. It has black trim and little bows. She wears it with thigh high fishnet stockings. Despite how enticing she looks in it, I can't understand why she would want to sleep in it. Then again, she's always wearing some crazy lingerie. I can't remember the last time I saw my sister fully clothed. I think she likes to show off.
She lay on the bed and beckoned me over. I hesitated, and made my way to her at a slow pace. When I had got close enough Neenya pulled me down to the mattress. In an instant she was holding the back of my head, and she gave me a very deep kiss. I could practically feel her tongue in my throat. This was odd, she never kissed me before. All at once it made me feel hot and confused. She was definitely more aggressive than usual.
Without thinking, I kissed back. This seemed to encourage her. She began to massage my breasts gently. I remember my nipples had actually become kind of sore from it.
Neenya's hands made their way slowly down my stomach to... I froze for a moment. My whole body started to tingle. She moved her hands a bit lower, and began to rub gently at my clit through the fabric of my panties. It felt amazing, so much better than before. I don't know what was different about that night. Maybe I really do enjoy it.
As my mind began to cloud, I felt her slip the panties to the side. She slowly stroked all about my womanhood. The feeling began to build, and then, finally, she inserted a finger. I remember gasping for air. Her mouth was still wrapped tightly around mine, and it was hard to breathe. She began to thrust her fingers, inserting another. With her thumb she kept friction around my clit. It was almost unbearable.
For the very first time, I felt at Neenya's breasts. The satin of her corset felt good against the thin fur on my fingers and palm. As the pleasure built, I became more explorative. I felt the length of her corset, working my hands around to her rear. Then I did it. I grabbed her ass and squeezed a bit. To my surprise, I was loving all of it. For the first time, I was completely enticed by my sister's body.
I moved my muzzle down to the fluff just above her breasts. I took a deep sniff of her chest, she smelled like beer and smoke. But that didn't bother me; I loved the smell at that moment, because it was her.
Neenya's hand hit a perfect spot with her fingers. It made me bite her chest. It was a soft bite, and I think it made her laugh. I'm sure she knew what made me do it. She started to tease the spot. I must have been very wet, because I could hear it. That's when I really began to lose control. As she continued to rub me, I felt my muscles tensing. I threw my hands up to her back and hugged her very tightly. I began to squirm. Every time I arched my back, my stomach pressed into hers. I put my head under her chin. I was panting heavily. With every breath out, there also came a little squeak. I was out of my mind.
My blood started to rush. The air felt so hot and distant. All light faded as I felt myself nearing orgasm. She managed to keep her hands at it despite my wild movements. The entirety of my most intimate space overflowed with sexual pleasure. I could feel it all through me, up to my heart. All of the feelings concentrated to one spot as I quivered. Then, as I began to convulse, I let out a scream of release. I felt everything flush. It lasted for what seemed like forever.
My hips fell back to the bed. I was exhausted. The last thing I remember was Neenya looking a bit shocked, but satisfied, as I fell to sleep in her arms.
This morning I spoke to Neenya about it. She said I had released quite a stream. Apparently I shot it off the end of the bed. When I heard that I felt so ashamed. My embarrassment only grew as Neenya recounted all the details.
A little later, mother asked us what the scream she heard was. I stumbled about my words for a moment, but finally told her that I had seen a spider. Lame lie, I thought. Mom then shot a strange look at Neenya. Neenya just shrugged and looked smug. But mother kept looking at her. Is it possible mom knows?
Anyhow, I haven't been able to get my thoughts off last night. I can't understand it. I feel so mortified, but thinking about it makes me feel a little hot. At least I feel better now that I've written it down. Writing about these things always makes me feel better.
Journal, I have to admit it. Despite the shame, I really loved it. It felt great, and I kind of hope it happens again. That's hard to accept. I think I'm starting to find her attractive.
Good thing nobody reads you, journal. Right?
-Genna Kouji