There was always one rule in the morning, around ten o’clock when the sun was high in the sky. Shanna always liked her daughters to go outside in the back garden to tend the garden. The bushes, pot plants, and weeds all needed attention at least twice a week. Well, that was Shanna’s rule, and it was important that her daughters learn the importance of nature.

Carrie laughed a little while sprinkling the water bucket over a group of flowers. Those flowers were white-petal lilies, which was a flower known to be very poisonous to some forms of life. Carrie had always thought of lilies to be beautiful, and especially since her great-grandmother planted lily seeds when Carrie and Kallie were still in the process of being carried into the living world by God. Their great-grandmother was called Ruth; a beautiful woman who enjoyed playing the violin.

When Ruth passed away, the garden was handed down to Ingrid who was Ruth’s daughter, to Shanna who was Ingrid’s daughter, and now the garden was in the care of Carrie and Kallie.

“I think it’s funny how you’re my half-sister,” Carrie told Kallie.

“Well, different parents. You’re adopted after all. You think a white girl in a black family makes you biological? A lot of people in college ask if you’re adopted, you know.”

Carrie’s face twisted with uncertainty, “Really?”

“Yeah, Carrie.”

Kallie crouched down and went on to pull the weeds out of the ground. Too many weeds; too much time wasted on other priorities like work and making money. Carrie straightened her back and let out a low, loud sigh. The watering stopped for a good while.

“Whatever,” answered Carrie.

“Look,” Kallie continued, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re not actually blood related.”

Carrie cocked her head to one side while her blonde eyebrows furrowed in utter disgrace, “I wonder why. Care to tell me why?”

The minute Kallie finished pulling the weeds out of the soil, she stopped what she was doing and stood up. She walked towards Carrie and placed a finger Sincan Escort underneath her chin. A cunning, flirtatious smirk curled along her lips. At this moment, it was probably obvious what Kallie was thinking. Carrie glanced the woman upwards and then down, taking in an eyeful of that ebony goddess under the scorching sunlight. A noticeable gulp could be heard in Carrie’s throat.

“You’re a cute blonde girl, and guess what? I like blonde girls. The fact that we aren’t related means I can kiss you,” stated Kallie in an upbeat tone of voice, “I suppose the word you’re thinking of is ‘Hallelujah!’ Right?”

Carrie recoiled from the flirty gesture Kallie was giving, “I…Isn’t that illegal? Foster siblings…kissing each other?”

Kallie shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t really think so. We’re nineteen. We’re not blood related. My mum took you in when you were five-years-old and we became the best of friends. Now it’s a whole new level.”

“A whole new level?”

“Of course, Carrie! You should take advantage of it, unless you’re scared. You get to be around a girl who isn’t even in your bloodline, and you get to be around her twenty-four-seven. Come on, I’ve seen your internet history filled with fucking lesbian porn. I know you like girls, Carrie.”

A scoff rumbled in Carrie’s throat, and a wide beam painted her cherry-pink lips. Carrie raised a hand and casually, idly proceeded to fiddle with her blonde hair. Long blonde locks extended to her shoulders, and those locks had been curled recently this morning. Carrie had even clipped a huge, faux pink-petal flower in the fringe of her hair as well. A small blush dusted her pale features; a faint colour that matched the flower in her hair. What a cutie.

“I…um…I guess I’m-” Carrie took a step closer and planted a fleeting kiss onto Kallie’s rims, “I guess I’m not scared.”

Kallie groaned with pity and probably attention seeking at this point, “I don’t think that’s enough, Carrie. If you aren’t really scared, then perhaps we should Escort Ankara act out a short five minute porn clip in the alley…or the shed. You know, repeat something you’ve watched on the internet.”

“W-What? Are you teasing me, Kallie? We’re nineteen. If we get caught, we’ll probably get kicked out. You know this is a rich house; the whole family has lived here, even our ancestors.”

“Well, duh! Mum’s in the shower right now and you know she takes a good hour in there. Dad’s at work till six this evening,” Kallie reminded.

At that response, Carrie stuttered a mumble as she thought about it. A worried look glazed her face. Poor girl. Kallie placed a hand onto Carrie’s cheek as a way to comfort her, either that or to be irritating. The dark shade of Kallie’s skin looked pretty in contrast with Carrie’s pale, white skin.

Fourteen years of siblinghood together, and perhaps it would or could be something more. Just maybe.

“Come on, Carrie. Nobody will know but me.”

With the hand that fiddled with her hair, Carrie placed this hand over Kallie’s caring one. She offered her a smile, and this smile looked genuine.

“Okay,” answered Carrie.

A grin showered Kallie’s face at that answer, and this grin showed a row of teeth.

A hand clenched onto Carrie’s. Kallie soon pulled Carrie into the shed with her.

The second that shed door closed, Kallie’s hand immediately snuck into Carrie’s zipper. The blonde girl wore a tight pair of denim jeans, albeit it was easy for Kallie’s hand to locate her flower in those tight confinements. Four fingers went on to rub the walnut of Carrie’s clitoris, and just at one touch, Carrie’s labia started to leak with sweet, sweet juices.

“Oh my goodness, Kallie…” Carrie gasped out loud, her breathing already shaky.

“Shhh!” Kallie shot back, as she used her other hand to cover Carrie’s mouth.

Carrie whimpered against Kallie’s hand, and an octave higher against the hand that held her.

“Carrie, look into my eyes.”

But Eryaman Escort Bayan she did as she was told, as Carrie’s green eyes stared into those deep hazel pools. Carrie slipped her thumbs into the rim of her denim trousers, and then went on to pull them down her thighs. Thick ashen thighs were on show in the dim light of the shed, with Kallie’s hand hidden behind a pair of panties. Carrie’s knickers were pink – how cute.

“Mmf – good girl!”

Those knickers were pulled down as well.

Kallie sunk onto her knees and buried her face in between Carrie’s thighs. The comrows that made up Kallie’s hair rubbed at Carrie’s inner thighs. Those tight braids extended to Kallie’s lower back, and quite often they smelled of liquorice. The liquorice scent was sour, bitter, yet sweet. (In the writer’s humble opinion, liquorice is the best type of candy, and especially if it’s the scent of someone’s hair. Fabulous!)

Carrie gasped, and she struggled to suppress the moans that longed to escape her mouth.

Kallie’s tongue lapped at the folds of Carrie’s vulva, as it tasted those sweet juices that continued to ooze onto her tongue. In the process, two fingers pierced into the tight hole, pushing their way through those inner walls.

Oh, God.

Kallie nipped at Carrie’s labia with her teeth, seconds before she suckled it into her mouth. The pixie reached down and rubbed her clitoris, adding an extra bit of pressure. Carrie closed her eyes and bit onto her bottom lip.

“More…” cried Carrie, as she suddenly rolled her head to the side. Her heart was beating against her ribcage, and she trembled.

A wave of pleasure overcame her body, causing her to emotionally melt into a puddle of happiness. Kallie ran her tongue up Carrie’s abdomen, chest, and then to her lips. Kallie gave Carrie a sweet taste of her own vulva, whether that was disgusting or not. Carrie didn’t mind nonetheless. Carrie placed both her hands onto the back of Kallie’s head, all while her tongue drove deep into Kallie’s hot mouth.

“Kallie? Carrie?” The mother called out, “I think this garden looks good so far. Needs more weeding, though!”

Kallie scoffed behind the kiss, causing Carrie to laugh in response. Their mother had no idea what was going on between her two daughters.