Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I woke up with a smile. I was on my side and when I opened my eyes, I saw Natalie sitting on a chair next to the bed, coffee cup in hand.
"Hi sleepy head." She smiled.
"So, what time is it?" I sat up, not at all ashamed, as usual, of being naked in front of someone. I could gauge Natalie by watching her eyes. She was looking me over. I was thrilled.
Natalie leaned forward, "It's about 20 to 4. You gotta get dressed so we can hit those interviews at the college." She leaned even more forward and kissed me. A full, juicy, soft, meaningful kiss.
I got dressed and soon we were walking the grounds of the college, sometimes holding hands as if it meant everything in the world, sometimes not holding hands like it was just a matter of time until we were again .I knew if I got accepted that I'd be living with Natalie. But I worried a little because. . . we had the same last name. Which is fine if we were just sisters. But as lovers, my girlfriend, whatever. . .Same last name might cause some issues.
Natalie had already, unwittingly, solved our problem.
"Last year I submitted a song for an independent film project here. I thought I'd have a better chance if I didn't use my real name. So when I went to register the song, I had to go to city hall and fill out papers and all that. So I put down Nat Little."
I looked at her in puzzlement. "Why?"
"Well," she continued, "it was a bluesy thing and I figured that Nat Little sounded like an old blues guy. You know from Mississippi or something. So, as far as the university and the great state of Minnesota are concerned, my name is Natalie Little."
"So I get to stay Alison Hayes and we can. . . "
"We can act how we want wherever we want because to everyone else, you're not my incestuous sister," she gave me a sly naughty grin, "you're my sexy girlfriend who lives with me."
It all seemed so perfectly rational and easy and my god her eyes lit up when she said 'incestuous.' And I was her girlfriend. I was floating.
The interviews didn't take long. In fact, I think they wanted me so badly they talked as if I was already in. Both the Fine Arts and Graphic Arts departments welcomed me after seeing my portfolio and I was offered a 3/4 scholarship, which was more than I expected.
Natalie and I jump around and danced like when we were young and got what we wanted Christmas morning.
Before leaving, Natalie said, she wanted to show me her 'office', the music department.
Inside was a huge area, instruments seemingly put anywhere and everywhere. I looked in amazement and was about to make some fatuous statement to Natalie when she pressed me semi-gently to the back of the door and kissed me deeply. Her tongue found mine and I eagerly returned the kiss. Her hands slid up and under my blouse, fingertips dancing their way over my bra and finding my nipples rock hard. I already knew I was soaking wet, as Natalie had that immediate effect upon me.
"Shirt and bra" Natalie said to me, quickly, as she unbuttoned her thin white top. In a flash I was topless and watching her reach behind her to undo her bra. I saw an opportunity. I spun her around, my hands reaching around her and cupping her breasts just as her bra fell. I pressed my lips the smooth skin of her neck, making her emit a soft sensuous moan. I kissed and licked both sides of her neck as my fingers teased and rubbed and gently pulled her nipples.
"I want you" Natalie sighed, turning to me, fire and passion playing in her eyes. I undid my jeans, letting them fall to the floor, never once breaking eye contact. I watched her every move as her skirt fell, revealing no panties at all.
"Sit on that chair," I motioned. I had never licked a pussy before, but I wanted to right now more than anything. Natalie sat down, leaning back slightly, opening her legs. The way she slowly spread her legs, was an intoxicating invitation. I moved onto my knees and began kissing my way up her inner thighs. Licking, kissing, feeling the heat of her skin as I got nearer to her warm and wet lips.
Moving my tongue along the edges of her lips, I looked up into her eyes and saw both concentration and expectation. Her body was shaking with excitement. I spread her lips with my finger and, for the first time, pressed my tongue into my sister's inviting pussy.
"Oh god yes!" Natalie moaned, loud enough to almost make me worry. My tongue pressed as far into her as I could get it. The smell and taste so new and foreign and meaning what it did urged me on. Quickly I moved to her hard clit. Licking it long and slow, then flicking it with my tongue, enjoying how her body jumped and twitched depending on what I did. Pleasing her felt so good to me that I never wanted to stop. Her moans were loud, but I didn't much care. I felt her hand on the back of my head, pressing me to her pussy. It was heaven.
I pressed two fingers into her as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. I'd only ever seen this described in stories, but the way Natalie yelped and bucked and flooded my fingers told me it was just what she wanted. My ace was covered in her juices, dripping off my chin and as her body went from mini orgasms to a full body spasm orgasm I held my fingers in her clenching pussy. "Cumming. . .oh god. . .cumming. . .yes" was all she squeaked out as her body moved and thrashed, eyes closed, perspiration beading, nipples hard as diamonds. As she slowly came down from her body melting orgasm, I lightly kissed and licked her inner thighs, just barely keeping away from her exhausted pussy.
"Never leave me." Natalie sighed, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"Not a chance." I smiled up at her, she smiled back weakly.
A new class was close to starting, so we got dressed and made our way off campus.
"Care for a drink?" Natalie asked, guiding me down a street filled with eclectic assortment of shops and restaurants.
We stopped at the entrance of an establishment, dark wood being the decor of choice. It was called The Struggling Man. "It's a coffee bar, drinks bar, art lounge, and amateur music tryout place." Natalie smiled as she led us inside.
"It just hit me," Natalie said as we sat down, side by side, in a secluded booth, "I was going to attack you back there. . .but you turned the tables." I laughed.
"Yeah, well, you just have to try harder. Besides the view I had was prize enough for me."
"But not for me!" Natalie took a mock cross pose, her adorable face trying it's hardest to convey determination and anger.
