The Love of Ladies Behind Locked Doors

Maria, her light brown hair cascading down her shoulders, pushed the door to Alisa's room open with a gentle nudge. "Alisa," she called out, her voice a sweet melody, "are you here, my dear?"

Alisa, engrossed in a book at her desk, glanced up with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, Maria?" she replied, her voice a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance.

Maria's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sailed into the room, her voluptuous figure moving with the grace of a swan. "Oh, I just wanted to see how my little snow princess is doing," she teased, using her pet name for Alisa.

Alisa rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Maria, I'm not a child," she protested, closing her book with a thud.

Maria giggled, her D-cup breasts bouncing playfully as she sat on the edge of the bed. "But you're still my little sister, aren't you?"

"Only in age," Alisa shot back, her eyes narrowing.

"Well, in that case, Onee-san has something to discuss," Maria said, patting the bed next to her.

"What now?" Alisa sighed, setting her book aside and sitting next to her sister.

"I noticed that you've been spending a lot of time with Kuze-kun lately," Maria began, her smile turning thoughtful. "How do you feel about him?"

Alisa stiffened, her heart skipping a beat. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stuttered, trying to play it cool.

"Oh, come on, Alisa," Maria leaned closer, her warm breath tickling Alisa's ear. "You know I can read you like a book. You've got it bad for him, don't you?"

Alisa felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "I-it's not like that," she insisted, her voice wavering.

Maria chuckled, placing a comforting hand on Alisa's arm. "It's okay to admit it," she said softly. "I know you're a strong, independent woman, but everyone needs a little love in their life."

Alisa's eyes searched her sister's, looking for any signs of mockery. Finding none, she let out a sigh. "But he's... he's so different from me," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

"That's what makes it interesting," Maria winked, leaning back against the pillows. "Two different worlds colliding. It's like a romance novel, isn't it?"

Alisa couldn't help but laugh despite her embarrassment. "You and your romantic notions," she said, shaking her head.

Maria grew serious. "But, Alisa, if you do like him, don't let anything hold you back. You deserve to be happy."

Alisa looked at her sister, her chest tightening. "What if... what if he doesn't like me back?" she asked, her voice filled with vulnerability.

Maria's expression softened. "Then you move on," she said, her thumb stroking Alisa's hand soothingly. "But you won't know unless you try."

The room grew quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the pages as Alisa's book slipped from her lap to the floor. She leaned into her sister, feeling a warmth that she hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you, Onee-san," she murmured, using the honorific for the first time.

Maria's chocolate eyes lit up with joy. "You don't have to thank me," she said, pulling Alisa into a tight hug. "I'm always here for you."

The two sisters sat there, lost in the comfort of their shared embrace, the tension of the moment giving way to a gentle peace. Alisa felt a strange sensation in her chest, a feeling she hadn't felt in years—a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Maria pulled back and looked into Alisa's eyes, her own filled with a knowing smile. "Now, tell me everything," she demanded, her voice playful.

And so, Alisa began to spill her heart out, her words flowing like a river of emotions. She talked about the way Masachika's eyes lit up when he saw her, the way his voice changed when they talked about their shared love for literature, and the occasional glances that seemed to speak volumes. Each detail was delivered with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her voice rising and falling like a symphony of unspoken feelings.

Maria listened intently, her expression a mirror of understanding. "Ah, the sweet agony of first love," she murmured, her voice filled with nostalgia. "It's so confusing, isn't it?"

Alisa nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "I don't know what to do," she admitted, her voice trembling.

"Well, let's start with the basics," Maria suggested, her smile growing mischievous. "You've never kissed a boy before, have you?"

Alisa's eyes widened in shock. "N-no," she stuttered, her cheeks flaming red.

Maria's eyes lit up. "Then, let's practice!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. "It's not like I've had much experience either, but I can show you the ropes."

Without waiting for a response, she leaned in, her soft, pink lips parting slightly. Alisa's heart hammered in her chest as their faces grew closer, her breath catching in her throat.

Their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss, a delicate dance of curiosity and sisterly love. Alisa's eyes fluttered shut, and she felt a rush of warmth spread through her body, a sensation she hadn't anticipated. The kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as Maria guided her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, urging her to relax and feel the moment.

Alisa's arms found their way around her sister's neck, pulling her closer. She felt the softness of Maria's hair against her skin, the gentle curve of her body beneath her fingertips. The kiss grew more heated, their breaths mingling in a sweet symphony of shared intimacy.

"Maria," Alisa gasped, breaking away, her eyes searching her sister's. "Is this... is this what it's like?"

Maria's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It can be," she whispered, her voice husky. "But remember, every person is different."

The room was filled with the scent of their shared breath, the air thick with anticipation. Alisa's heart was racing, her body humming with newfound knowledge and a hint of something she couldn't quite name.

Maria took her sister's hand. "Now, let's practice a bit more," she said, her voice a low purr. "You never know when you'll need it."

Their lips met again, this time with more confidence and a growing sense of urgency. Alisa felt a thrill of desire coil in her belly, a sensation so alien and yet so alluring that she couldn't help but lean in further, her body responding to the soft pressure of her sister's touch.

As they kissed, Alisa's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a strange, yearning ache that seemed to resonate deep within her. She felt her body respond, her breasts growing heavy and sensitive, her nipples tightening into delicate buds.

Maria, ever the attentive teacher, noticed her sister's reaction and gently brushed her thumb over one of Alisa's peaks, eliciting a gasp. "See?" she murmured against Alisa's mouth. "The body has its own language."

Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies moving in a silent conversation of passion. Alisa felt her inhibitions slipping away, her thoughts consumed by the sensations that flooded her.

"Now, let's try this," Maria instructed, her voice a sultry whisper. She traced a line from Alisa's jaw to her collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine.

Alisa's eyes closed, and she let out a soft moan, lost in the sensations that her sister's touch brought forth. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, and for the first time, she understood the power of a single, passionate kiss.

Maria pulled away, her own breathing ragged. "Remember, Alisa," she said, her eyes dark with desire. "When the time comes, just let go. Let the moment take you."

Alisa nodded, her eyes still closed, her chest heaving with the intensity of the experience. "I will," she murmured, her voice filled with determination.

Maria leaned back, her own face flushed with excitement. "Good," she said, her voice a warm caress. "Now, let's talk about the next step."

"W-what do you mean?" Alisa stuttered, her eyes flying open.

Maria smirked, her gaze dropping to Alisa's chest. "Well, if you're going to be with Kuze-kun, you're going to have to get used to more than just kisses."

Alisa blushed furiously, her hands instinctively moving to cover her breasts. "Maria!" she protested, her voice a squeak.

"Don't be shy," her sister chided gently. "You have to understand the mechanics of it all."

"But why do I have to learn it from you?" Alisa asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

"Because I'm your sister," Maria said simply, her eyes locking onto Alisa's. "And I want you to be happy. Plus, it's fun."

Alisa's blush deepened, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the prospect of learning more. "Okay," she whispered, her heart racing.

Maria's grin widened, and she leaned in closer, her own breasts pressing against Alisa's. "Now, let's see," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "How do those feel?"

Alisa's eyes widened, and she looked down at their bodies, feeling the heat of their closeness. She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as she tentatively reached out and gave both of Maria's breasts a gentle squeeze through the fabric of her shirt. "They're... big," she murmured, her voice thick with wonder.

Maria chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes, they are," she said, her voice filled with a sense of pride. "But it's not just about size, Alisa. It's about knowing what to do with them."

Alisa blinked, her mind racing. "What do you mean?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Maria reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the soft, round mounds of her breasts, nestled in a simple, white lace bra. "Feel them," she instructed, her voice a soft command.

Alisa's eyes widened, and she felt a strange sense of excitement mixed with nervousness. She reached out tentatively, her fingertips brushing against the warm, smooth skin. She felt the weight of them in her palms, the softness of the fabric of the bra the only barrier between her and her sister's flesh.

"Ah, yes," Maria murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as Alisa's hands explored. "That's it. Now, squeeze gently, but firmly."

Alisa did as she was told, her thumbs brushing against the hardened peaks of her sister's nipples. She watched as goosebumps rose on the skin around them, and a soft moan escaped Maria's lips.

"It's all about the touch," Maria explained, her voice a little breathless. "The right amount of pressure, the right rhythm... it can drive a man wild."

Alisa felt her own breath quicken as she listened, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been so close to another person in this way, and the intimacy of it was overwhelming. But she was also eager to learn, eager to understand this new world of passion that had been opened to her.

"And don't forget," Maria whispered, her eyes opening to meet Alisa's, "the power of the kiss. It's not just about the mouth. It's about the connection."

Their gazes held for a moment longer, and then, as if on cue, their lips met once again. This time, Alisa's hands moved more confidently, her palms cupping and kneading her sister's breasts as they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together in a silent ballet of desire.

Maria's hands roamed over Alisa's body, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, and finally finding their way to the buttons of her blouse. She deftly undid them one by one, her eyes never leaving Alisa's.

"Let me show you," she whispered, her breath hot against Alisa's ear. "Let me show you how it feels to be wanted."

Alisa's blouse fell open, revealing her own lacy bra. Her breasts felt tight and sensitive, aching for the same attention that Maria's were receiving. She nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Maria leaned back, her eyes raking over Alisa's exposed skin. "Beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. Then, with a gentle tug, Maria freed Alisa's breasts from their confinement, her thumbs grazing the sensitive flesh.

Alisa gasped, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. She watched as Maria leaned in, her eyes never leaving hers, and took one of Alisa's nipples into her mouth. The feeling was exquisite, a combination of pleasure and pain that made Alisa's toes curl.

Maria sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the tight bud. Alisa's back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt her sister's hot breath against her skin.

The sensation was unlike anything Alisa had ever felt before. It was as if all her senses had been heightened, each touch, each caress sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She watched in a daze as Maria's head moved to her other breast, her pink tongue darting out to tease the sensitive tip before taking it into her mouth.

"Ahh, Onee-san," Alisa breathed, the word slipping out unbidden. The sound of the pet name seemed to only spur Maria on, her suckling growing more insistent.

Maria pulled back for a moment, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice a low purr.

Alisa nodded, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure continued to build.

With a knowing look, Maria reached behind her own back and unclasped her bra, letting her large, round breasts spill out. They were like two ripe peaches, their softness and warmth a stark contrast to the firmness of Alisa's smaller, more pert mounds.

"Now it's your turn," Maria said, her voice a seductive whisper.

Alisa's cheeks flamed, but she didn't hesitate. She leaned in, her heart racing, and took one of her sister's nipples into her mouth, mimicking the motion she had just felt. The taste of her sister's skin was faintly sweet, like a sugared plum.

Maria's eyes closed, and she let out a soft groan, her back arching to press her breasts closer to Alisa's eager mouth. "Mm, yes," she murmured, her voice filled with pleasure.

Alisa's own breasts felt heavy and full, begging for the same attention. She reached up with one hand to cup the underside of one of Maria's breasts, her thumb brushing against the nipple as she suckled.

Maria's breath grew ragged, her chest rising and falling with each sharp intake of air. "Alisa," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise.

Alisa felt a strange thrill at the sound of her own name on her sister's lips, a feeling she couldn't quite identify. She switched to the other breast, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she did so.

"Careful," Maria gasped, her hand coming up to gently guide Alisa's head. "Too much can be... overwhelming."

Their bodies were now a tangled mess of limbs, their breaths mingling in the warm space between them. Alisa felt a growing wetness between her legs, a need that she hadn't even realized existed until this moment.

"Onee-san," she murmured again, the word feeling like a secret shared only between them.

Maria's eyes snapped open, and she stared into Alisa's, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Yes, Alisa," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You can call me that."

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Alisa felt a sense of power and vulnerability all at once, the knowledge that she could bring her sister such pleasure.

As their kiss broke, both girls were left panting, their chests heaving with excitement.

"Now," Maria whispered, her eyes dark with passion, "it's time for you to learn the real art of seduction."

Her hands slid down Alisa's body, reaching the waistband of her skirt. With a gentle tug, she pulled it down, exposing her sister's matching lace panties.

Alisa's heart was racing, but she didn't stop her. She knew that what they were doing was taboo, but she couldn't deny the intense connection that had grown between them.

Maria's fingers traced the line of Alisa's panties, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice a silken promise.

Alisa nodded, her eyes never leaving her sister's. "Yes," she whispered, her voice a plea for more.

Maria's touch grew bolder, slipping beneath the fabric to find the slick warmth waiting for her. Alisa's hips bucked in response, her breath hitching as she felt the first touch of her sister's fingers against her most intimate place.

Their eyes remained locked, each watching the other's every reaction. It was a silent conversation of lust and love, a dance of exploration that neither had ever experienced before.

"Onee-san," Alisa whispered, her voice thick with need.

Maria nodded, her own desire mirroring her sister's. "Lay down," she instructed, her voice a gentle command that sent shivers down Alisa's spine.

Alisa complied, her legs trembling slightly as she settled onto her bed, her eyes never leaving Maria's face. Maria knelt between her thighs, her gaze dropping to the damp fabric of Alisa's panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to pull them down, her eyes never leaving Alisa's.

"Are you sure about this?" Alisa asked, her voice a breathy question.

Maria's eyes met hers, filled with love and lust. "More than sure," she murmured. "I want you to know what it feels like, to be cherished, to be loved."

Alisa felt a rush of warmth at the words, her heart swelling with emotion. She nodded, her eyes filled with trust as she watched her sister's movements.

Maria slid the panties down, revealing the soft mound of Alisa's sex, already glistening with anticipation. She leaned in, her breath warm against the sensitive flesh, and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her sister's mound.

Alisa's hips jerked at the contact, and she couldn't help the small, keening sound that escaped her. Maria looked up, her eyes questioning.

"It's okay," Alisa managed to say, her voice a tremble. "I trust you."

With a nod, Maria kissed Alisa's pussy again, this time more firmly, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness that awaited her.

Alisa's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan that was half surprise, half pleasure. She felt her body relaxing, opening up to the sensations that her sister's mouth brought.

Maria took her time, exploring every inch of Alisa's sex with the enthusiasm of a new lover. She parted her sister's folds with gentle fingers, exposing the swollen bud of her clit.

"Oh, Onee-san," Alisa gasped as Maria's tongue circled the sensitive area.

Maria looked up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Do you like that?" she asked, her voice muffled against Alisa's skin.

"Yes," Alisa breathed, her hips rising to meet her sister's eager mouth. "More, Onee-san, more."

Maria took the cue and licked with more fervor, her tongue swirling around Alisa's clit in a pattern that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She felt her sister's legs tighten around her head, and she knew that she was close.

"Oh, Alisa," she murmured against her sensitive flesh, "You're so beautiful."

Alisa's eyes snapped open, meeting Maria's gaze as her orgasm built. "Onee-san," she panted, her voice a desperate plea.

Maria could feel the tension in Alisa's body, the way her muscles tightened and her breath grew ragged. She increased the pressure, her tongue flicking faster and faster against the swollen nub.

"I'm going to cum," Alisa gasped, her voice high and tight.

"That's it," Maria encouraged, her voice a soft, soothing whisper. "Let go for me."

And with that, Alisa did. Her body convulsed, and she cried out, her hips bucking as she climaxed, her juices filling Maria's mouth.

Maria swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of her sister's release. She had never felt so connected to anyone before, and the act of giving Alisa her first orgasm filled her with a sense of pride and satisfaction that was indescribable.

Alisa's body went limp, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through her. "Wow," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

Maria sat back on her heels, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she wiped a strand of hair from her face. "How was that?"

Alisa looked up at her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust. "It was... amazing," she admitted, her voice still shaky.

The older sister leaned down to give her a soft kiss, letting Alisa taste herself on Maria's lips. "I'm so happy I could make you feel that way," she said, her voice filled with love.

The two of them lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a bond that no one else could ever understand.

"Thank you," Alisa murmured, her eyes still closed.

Maria chuckled softly. "You're welcome, little one. Now you know what it feels like to be truly cherished."

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, their hearts beating in sync. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

"Do you think we should tell anyone?" Alisa asked, her voice tentative.

Maria stroked her sister's hair. "It's our secret," she whispered. "Our little slice of heaven."

Alisa nodded, snuggling closer. "Our secret," she echoed, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Maria's eyes danced with mischief as she leaned back, her hands sliding down to unbutton her own pants. "Now it's your turn," she said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver of anticipation down Alisa's spine.

With trembling fingers, Alisa helped her sister shimmy out of her pants and panties, revealing her soft, bare skin. Maria's pussy was a soft pink, untouched and unblemished, a stark contrast to Alisa's own, which was now a darker shade of pink from her recent climax.

"You're so beautiful," Alisa murmured, her voice filled with awe.

Maria giggled, a blush staining her cheeks. "You don't have to say that," she said, her voice self-conscious.

"But it's true," Alisa insisted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her sister's inner thigh. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

With that, she tentatively extended her tongue to taste the sweetness of her sister's skin. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before – a heady mix of nerves and excitement that had her heart racing.

Maria's eyes closed, and she let out a soft moan as Alisa's tongue touched her clit. "Oh, Alisa," she breathed, her voice filled with pleasure.

Encouraged, Alisa grew bolder, her tongue tracing patterns across Maria's sensitive flesh. She watched her sister's face intently, memorizing every twitch, every gasp, as she learned what brought her the most pleasure.

"Just like that," Maria whispered, her hands tangling in Alisa's hair. "Don't stop."

Alisa obeyed, her mouth moving in tandem with her sister's breaths. She felt a strange power in her actions, a sense of control that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Maria's hips began to rock against her face, her legs tightening around Alisa's shoulders as she approached her own peak. "Alisa," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea for more.

Alisa's own arousal grew with every sound her sister made, her own pussy feeling slick and sensitive as she tasted the sweetness of Maria's desire.

"I'm going to cum," Maria gasped, her eyes flying open to meet Alisa's. "I'm going to cum for you."

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Alisa, and she redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking and swirling as Maria's body tightened around her.

The climax hit her sister like a wave, her body convulsing as she cried out, her juices flooding Alisa's mouth. It was a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy, and Alisa felt it deep in her soul.

They lay there for a moment, panting and entwined, the taste of each other lingering on their tongues. It was a bond that had been forged in passion, a secret shared between sisters that was both forbidden and unspeakably beautiful.

"I never knew," Maria murmured, her eyes still glazed with pleasure. "It felt so... right."

Alisa nodded, her heart pounding. "Me neither," she admitted. "But I'm so glad we did."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the air was charged with unspoken understanding. They knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would take them to places they had never dared to imagine.

As they lay there, their bodies sated and their hearts full, they shared a quiet smile, knowing that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, united in their love and desire.

Their love was not just a whispered secret between the pages of a book or a fleeting glance across a crowded room; it was a living, breathing entity that grew stronger with every shared touch and every whispered word of love.

"Alisa," Maria breathed, her eyes filled with a fiery passion that made Alisa's heart race, "I want to give you something precious."

Alisa's eyes searched hers, understanding dawning in the depths of her sapphire pools. "Your virginity?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Maria nodded, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. "But I also want to be the one who takes yours," she replied, her voice a seductive purr that sent a thrill down Alisa's spine.

"But we're... we're sisters," Alisa stuttered, her mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do.

"Technically, yes," Maria conceded with a mischievous smile, "but doesn't that make it all the more exciting?"

Alisa couldn't argue with that. Her body was a livewire of desire, and she found herself nodding in agreement. She parted her legs, revealing the shapely contours that had been hidden beneath her skirt.

Maria positioned herself eagerly between her sister's thighs, her own wetness ready to be pushed against her sister's. "Ready?" she asked, her voice thick with anticipation.

"More than ready," Alisa replied, her voice a sultry invitation.

With a gentle nudge, Maria urged Alisa's legs further apart, exposing the glistening petals of her pussy. She took a moment to appreciate the beauty before her, the soft folds that had never known the touch of another's love.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured before leaning in to press her own wetness against Alisa's. The sensation was electric, a spark that ignited a fire within them both.

Their hips began to rock in a slow, sensuous rhythm, the warmth of their bodies melding together as they sought to become one. Alisa's eyes widened as she felt the pressure build within her, a feeling she had never experienced before. "Oh, Onee-san," she moaned, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room.

Maria's smile grew wider as she watched her sister's face contort in pleasure. "You feel so good, Alisa," she murmured, her own voice strained with desire. She felt her own climax approaching, the walls of her pussy tightening around nothing inside of her .

"I want to make you feel so much more," Alisa panted, her hips moving faster against Maria's, her breasts bouncing with every movement. The friction was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.

Maria nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Then do it," she urged, her voice a demand that Alisa couldn't resist. "Make me cum, Alisa."

Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion, their breaths mingling as their hearts raced in a frantic beat. Alisa felt a newfound strength in her, a fierce need to give her sister the same ecstasy she had felt moments before.

Their breasts met, the soft flesh of Alisa's C-cups rubbing against the fullness of Maria's D-cups, creating a delicious friction that sent sparks of pleasure through them both. They groaned in unison, the sound a testament to the intensity of their shared passion.

"Yes," Alisa hissed, her teeth clenched as she felt the first waves of her climax begin to crest. "Yes, Onee-san, I'm going to cum."

"Me too," Maria gasped, her own orgasm imminent. "Together, Alisa. Cum with me."

Their movements grew erratic, their bodies straining toward that perfect moment of release. And then it hit them, a crescendo of pleasure that tore through them like a storm, leaving them both trembling and gasping for breath.

Their juices mingled, a clear testament to their shared love and desire. They collapsed against each other, their hearts racing as they rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over them.

For a long moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. Then, with a shaky laugh, Maria leaned up to kiss her sister's flushed cheek. "That was incredible," she murmured.

Alisa nodded, her eyes still glazed with passion. "It was," she agreed. "But it's not enough."

Maria's eyes sparkled with mischief. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a tease.

"I want to feel you," Alisa whispered, her voice a siren's call. "I want to be the one who makes you scream my name."

Maria's eyes grew dark with desire, her body responding to the challenge in her sister's words. "Then take me," she murmured, her voice a seductive invitation that Alisa couldn't resist.

Alisa pushed herself up, her own passion-flushed face mere inches from Maria's. "With pleasure," she said, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Maria's spine. She reached between them, her hand finding the slick warmth of Maria's pussy, and began to stroke her sister's clit with a newfound confidence.

Maria's eyes fluttered closed as Alisa's fingers worked their magic, her breath hitching in her throat. "Oh, Alisa," she gasped, "you're so good."

"Am I?" Alisa asked, her voice filled with a mix of innocence and curiosity. She watched her sister's reaction, her eyes glued to the pleasure etched on her face. "Tell me what you like," she urged.

Maria's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Alisa's. "Harder," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "I want to feel you, all of you."

Alisa's hand grew more insistent, her fingers pressing into Maria's flesh as she sought to give her sister the ultimate release. The wetness of Maria's arousal coated her hand, making the movements smoother, more sensual.

"Like this?" Alisa asked, her voice a breathless question.

Maria nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes," she murmured, her body arching off the bed. "Don't stop."

Their whispers filled the room, a sweet symphony of love and desire. Alisa's touch grew more confident, her strokes more deliberate as she felt Maria's body responding to her. She watched as her sister's breath grew ragged, her chest heaving with every inhale.

"I'm going to cum," Maria moaned, her voice a desperate confession. "Oh, Alisa, I'm going to cum."

Alisa's own arousal grew, her body responding to the power she had over her sister. She felt her own pussy clench in anticipation, the ache growing stronger with every touch.

"Then do it," she whispered, her voice a sultry demand. "Let me feel it, Onee-san."

Maria's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Alisa's as she felt the climax building. "Alisa," she gasped, her voice a plea.

Their eyes held as the tension grew, the air around them crackling with the intensity of their love. And then, with a cry that echoed through the night, Maria climaxed, her body writhing beneath Alisa's touch.

They lay there for a moment, panting and trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through them. "I never knew it could be like this," Alisa murmured, her voice filled with awe.

Maria chuckled, the sound filled with satisfaction. "Neither did I," she admitted. "But I'm so glad we found out."

Their love-making continued into the night, a tapestry of whispered confessions and shared passion. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, their tongues and fingers tracing the lines of desire that had been hidden from the world.

"I love you," Alisa murmured as she straddled her sister, her breasts pressing against Maria's as their kisses grew more urgent.

"And I love you," Maria whispered, her eyes shimmering with a love that transcended the boundaries of sisterhood.