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Wet Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 39
Our Very Special Love
I grew up 7n south Texas in a warm extensive family. We were poor but very happy. When I was 12 my second cousin came to live with us and we shared a bed in the 'girls' room. She was very warm, ten, and we slept tied together. Kissing and rubbing was an every night thing. We were inseparable from the beginning and my grandmother told us to love each other like sisters.
We grew our titties, our pubes, our hips. Our pussies started to smell and we got our periods. We were helped through these changes by my mother, grandmother and older sisters. How to wash our pussy, deodorant, using tampons. So many girls and women that our passing into being a 'woman' was a shared experience. Under the covers we touched titties, found clits, kissed. My older sisters taught to shave, boy didn't like girls with hairy armpits or hairy legs, or hairy pussies. It helped having someone shave your pussy, in our case we shaved each other.
By the time we were fourteen and sixteen we were seen as twins and accepted as special girls. With us there was no talks of boys or sex or intercourse or birth control. We overheard it, we talked about it, but it was something we were told about, but we were special sisters and my grandmother was responsible for helping us with our special love.
We were 18 and 20 when our grandmother told us about her special love, before she had to get married. Her husband prohibited her loving her friend. When we got married we had to make sure we married men who encouraged us, a man who understood that love that only sisters had.
My day came when I was 24, he was the son of a friend of the family, discharged from the Coast Guard where he was an electrician. After several talks with him and in return for starting our family he understood that we loved each other. Three years later my cousin married one of his friends. We lived next door, raised our children, worked, partied. Sometimes, we took baths together, shaved our pussies together and with our thumbs pinching our clits ate each other. My grandmother looked down on us, we remembered what she said. Marry men who let us love each other.
We grew our titties, our pubes, our hips. Our pussies started to smell and we got our periods. We were helped through these changes by my mother, grandmother and older sisters. How to wash our pussy, deodorant, using tampons. So many girls and women that our passing into being a 'woman' was a shared experience. Under the covers we touched titties, found clits, kissed. My older sisters taught to shave, boy didn't like girls with hairy armpits or hairy legs, or hairy pussies. It helped having someone shave your pussy, in our case we shaved each other.
By the time we were fourteen and sixteen we were seen as twins and accepted as special girls. With us there was no talks of boys or sex or intercourse or birth control. We overheard it, we talked about it, but it was something we were told about, but we were special sisters and my grandmother was responsible for helping us with our special love.
We were 18 and 20 when our grandmother told us about her special love, before she had to get married. Her husband prohibited her loving her friend. When we got married we had to make sure we married men who encouraged us, a man who understood that love that only sisters had.
My day came when I was 24, he was the son of a friend of the family, discharged from the Coast Guard where he was an electrician. After several talks with him and in return for starting our family he understood that we loved each other. Three years later my cousin married one of his friends. We lived next door, raised our children, worked, partied. Sometimes, we took baths together, shaved our pussies together and with our thumbs pinching our clits ate each other. My grandmother looked down on us, we remembered what she said. Marry men who let us love each other.
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