Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Trish was met by the aroma of Jason’s homemade pizza the instant she pushed open the front door. Monica was only a step behind, and they giggled when both of their stomachs growled in unison. The bus from Camp Witchatic had arrived late due to a flat tire and the girls were starved by the time Gwen pulled into their driveway.

“Hello, ladies,” Jason called from the kitchen where he was slicing the fresh-from-the-oven pizzas, “you’re just in time.”

“Hi, Daddy,” Trish said, dropping her suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi, Jason,” Monica followed suit.

They made their way to where the table had been set with plates, glasses, and napkins. Trish gave her dad a big hug as he came around the counter and he had to lift the hot pans high to keep from burning her.

“Careful, Pumpkin,” he warned, “hot stuff here.”

“Certainly is,” Gwen said playfully, kissing his cheek as she passed.

“Eww!” Trish groaned and grabbed a plate from the stack and sat.

“So, girls, tell me all about camp. Did you have fun?” Jason asked after they had all sat and taken a slice of pizza. Trish and Monica glanced at each other and exchanged a mischievous grin.

“We did, Daddy. There was always something to do,” Trish replied, biting into her pizza.

“That’s great, honey. Gwen tells me that there were about forty girls there. Did you make any new friends?”

Trish was busy chewing, so Monica supplied the answer. “There were several girls that we hung with more than others, but there were two girls in particular that Trish got to know really well.”

Gwen was unable to suppress a snort, understanding the innuendo. If Jason caught it, he didn’t let on, perhaps distracted as Trish broke into a fit of coughs after hearing Monica’s words while taking a drink of her pop.

“Are you okay, Trish?” he asked when she finally stopped.

“Yeah,” she replied, putting down the napkin she had used to cover her mouth, “went down the wrong hole, that’s all.” She cleared her throat once more and gave him a reassuring smile. Turning to Monica, she shot an icy glare. Once Jason was reassured that Trish was okay, they carried on with their meal. To Trish’s relief, the rest of the meal went by without further discussing what they had been up to at camp.

With their meal done, Trish and Monica helped clear away the dishes and clean up the kitchen, then moved to the living room.

“So,” Gwen said as she settled on the sofa, glass of wine in hand, “tell me about these girls you got to know really well.” Jason had left for his night shift a short time before and Trish had suspected that Gwen would be dying to hear all about whatever naughtiness they had gotten into at camp.

Monica laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” She and Trish plopped onto the sofa, one on either side of Gwen.

“Well, the first girl was Daisy, right?” Monica glanced across her mother to Trish for confirmation. When Trish nodded her agreement, Monica hesitated then said. “Or maybe you should tell the story?”

Trish shook her head. She could already feel the blush climbing her neck. “No, you go ahead.” Though she’d never had a problem telling her friends about her sexual exploits, Trish found it embarrassing to talk to Gwen about it for some reason.

“So, Daisy is like 10 and Trish met her during a volleyball game,” Monica explained.

“Such a wonderful age, right on the cusp of puberty,” Gwen interjected.

“Anyway,” Monica continued, “Daisy asked Trish if it was true about the camp’s nickname, so Trish showed her that it was.”

“Geez, Monica! You make it sound like I went down on her right there on the court,” Trish protested.

Gwen laughed and gave Trish’s leg a gentle squeeze. “So, when did you show her?”

“It was a few days later when we were spying on the Barbies,” Trish said, acutely aware that Gwen hadn’t removed her hand, nor did it seem she was going to.

“Wait. What? Barbies?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah. That’s what we called them,” Monica said and went on to explain about the four blonde girls and what had happened at Cabin 10 that night: both inside and out. With Monica’s tale bringing back memories, and the way Gwen was caressing the length of her inner thigh, Trish couldn’t help but squirm a little.

“Wow! Sounds like you two had a very exciting evening, indeed,” Gwen said. “I wonder what Veronica plans on doing with that movie. Hopefully, it doesn’t end up online.” Trish and Monica nodded, knowing that it would cause nothing but trouble if it got out.

“And who was the second girl?” Gwen asked.

“Believe it or not, it was Alexis,” Monica supplied. “And before you ask, no, Trish didn’t end up in a movie.”

Monica and Trish told Gwen about the panty raid, each sharing bits of the story. As Gwen listened, her other hand made its way to Monica’s thigh. She was now teasing both of them, pausing on occasion to sip her wine.

Gwen laughed when the story ended. “I guess it’s safe to say that Trish had a very enjoyable time at camp.”

It was Monica who laughed now. “But wait… there’s more,” she said in her best infomercial voice. “There’s also the part about Keesha to tell.”

“Oh?” Gwen said, giving Trish a sly smile. “Do tell.”

“Do you remember me telling you the story of Trish drooling over the lifeguard when she was here in the spring?” Monica asked.

“I do. And this is the same Keesha, I take it?”

“Yep,” Monica said, nodding. “And she had a very special treat for Trish.”

This time it was Trish who told the story, with Monica adding a detail or two if something was left out. When she got to the part about the anal beads, it was Gwen who was squirming in her seat. The sexual tension in the room was very high, and Trish had a hard time finishing the rest of the tale, with her mouth all dry and her breath quickening.

“Oh my,” Gwen said huskily. “That’s quite the story.”

Trish was on fire now, and a glance over told her that Monica was in the same state. The next second, Gwen’s mouth was on hers, tongue pushing easily inside. A hand moved awkwardly to Trish’s crotch and rubbed the front of her panties, making them even damper than they’d already been.

Trish moaned in protest when the kiss ended. Opening her eyes, she saw that Gwen’s mouth found Monica’s instead, and she smiled. While mother and daughter kissed lovingly, Trish undid a couple of buttons on Gwen’s blouse and slipped her hand inside. She palmed a breast, holding it for a moment, enjoying the weight of it in her hand, then she slipped her fingers into the cup and pushed it down, giving her access to the hardened nipple.

Gwen gave an appreciative murmur and sat up. When Monica saw what Trish was doing to her mother, she grinned and quickly finished undoing the buttons of the blouse. With Gwen’s chest exposed, Monica uncovered the other breast and took its nipple into her mouth. Trish eagerly followed suit on the other side.

“This is heaven,” Gwen purred, looking from Trish to Monica and back again, then she closed her eyes and rested the back of her head on the sofa, allowing them to do their thing.

Watching Monica shamelessly licking her own mother’s breast out of the corner of her eye, Trish was reminded of a conversation they’d had before leaving for camp. She sat up, but continued to tease Gwen’s nipple with her fingers. Curiosity getting the better of her, she said, “You never finished the story of your first time with Monica. I think you said she was 9.”

“Almost,” Gwen said, keeping still and speaking in a relaxed, almost dreamy voice. “She was just two months away from her ninth birthday. And one night, when she was supposed to be sound asleep, I decided to watch some adult videos on my laptop and take care of business.” She opened her eyes and smiled slyly at Trish. “I was using my favorite vibrator and was getting close when Ms. Monica decided she was thirsty and came looking for her mommy.”

 Trish gasped. “Oh no! She didn’t!”

“She did. Walked right into my room where I was on my back, butt naked, with a vibrator buzzing away between my legs.” Gwen chuckled, took Monica’s hand, and kissed her knuckles. “Monica stood there like a deer in the headlights. I shrieked and scrambled to cover up and close the laptop. Of course, that scared her and she started to cry.”

“Aww, poor Monica,” Trish said, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

“I had no idea what Mom was doing,” Monica said in her own defense, “then she freaked out on me…”

Gwen patted Monica’s knee then reached for her wine. “Once we had calmed down and the tears were dried, I gave her a simplified explanation of masturbation and that seemed to satisfy her… or so I thought.”

“Or so you thought?” Trish asked, intrigued by the statement.

“Uh-huh,” Gwen said after taking a sip. “It was a couple of days later, and I was here in the living room reading when I realized that the house seemed awfully quiet. Too quiet, really. Which, to a parent, usually means the kids are up to some sort of mischief.”

“Not this story,” Monica moaned, a blush climbing her neck.

“What? It was cute,” Gwen said. “Anyway, I quietly made my way to her room and peeked inside. There was Monica. Lying naked on her bed, rubbing herself feverishly with my vibrator. She didn’t realize it had an on switch, which was probably a good thing.”

“What did you do?” Trish asked.

“Nothing. Well, not right away,” Gwen replied. “I stood there, in shock for a moment, but also finding myself turned on.” Gwen paused as if looking for the right words to say. “I’ve always liked young girls. I started experimenting with friends my age when I was around 8 or 9, but I found that as I grew older, the girls I desired didn’t. Eventually, when I was about 16, It was just too difficult and dangerous to seduce anyone more than a couple of years younger than me.”

Trish shifted on the sofa to face Gwen. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah. So, from then on, I only seduced them in my dreams.”

“Then you had Monica.”

“Then I had Monica. But I’d never had sexual thoughts about her until that day.”

“Really?” Trish asked, glancing over at Monica, who was watching her mother intently, a grin on her face.

“No. She’s my daughter and it would be taboo, so I never gave it any thought…”

“Until that day,” both Trish and Monica said together then laughed.

Gwen chuckled. “Exactly.”

“Okay. Back to that day then,” Trish said.

“Right. So, once I got over the initial shock, I decided that making my presence known at that point was not the right thing to do.” Gwen took another swallow of her wine and continued. “I went back downstairs and let her finish in peace. Later, after supper, I sat Monica down and had a talk with her about taking my things without my permission, and that I felt she was too young to be using a vibrator.”

“Then what?” Trish asked.

“You know, I think that’s enough of that story for now,” Gwen said as she reached out and caressed Trish and Monica’s thighs.

Despite a hint of disappointment—this was the second time the story had been interrupted, after all—the pleasant sensations from her stepmom’s touch soon had Trish distracted from the conversation, her arousal rising by the second.

“All this talk of sex toys and young girls has made me horny as hell.” Gwen stood and held out her hands to Trish and Monica, who quickly took them. “I think we should take this to my room.”

Trish’s vaginal muscles clenched in response to Gwen’s words. Excited about what was to come, both she and Monica moved with purpose as they were led up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

“Now,” Gwen said, backing a few feet away from them. She shrugged out of her open blouse and removed her bra. “Kiss for me,” she instructed.

Trish’s eyes were first drawn to Gwen’s pointed nipples, sexy and alluring. She took a second to admire them, then focused her attention on Monica, who was smiling back rather lustfully, quite sexy in her own way though fully clothed. Trish took her stepsister into her arms and they quickly found each other’s mouth. Their tongues played a silly game, darting in and out, chasing each other, until they finally tangled together in a sensual dance.

Trish moaned softly into her partner’s mouth, a sound soon echoed by Gwen. She opened one eye to peek at the now nude form of her stepmom. The woman was still standing, leaning against a chest of drawers, one hand caressing a nipple, the other slowly playing between her legs.

“Damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing to watch, but I think you two are overdressed,” Gwen said moments later.

“Wanna undress us?” Monica asked.

Gwen shook her head and crossed over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Tempting, but I’d much rather watch you undress each other.” She motioned to a spot in front of her. “Why don’t you stand over here where I can get a good look?”

They did as instructed, standing an arm’s length from Gwen and facing each other. Trish was the first to move, grabbing the hem of Monica’s tee-shirt and pulling it up and off. Monica reciprocated, leaving both of them with their small breasts exposed, as neither of them was wearing a bra.

“Mmm, such lovely boobs,” Gwen murmured. “But no touching. Not yet,” she added when Monica palmed one of Trish’s.

“Aww! But they’re so yummy,” Monica whined playfully. Dropping to her knees, she made quick work of Trish’s jeans, underwear, and socks. She had no sooner stood than Trish was herself kneeling, eagerly ridding Monica of her remaining clothes.

Standing naked side by side with her stepsister, Trish trembled with lustful anticipation. She watched as Gwen’s eyes slowly explored their bodies. Her heart was pounding, and each beat was echoed by the throbbing of her clit. She’d fully expected Gwen to touch them, but she still gasped when the woman’s hand softly pressed against her chest, delicious tingles spreading through her body.

Gwen’s other hand was touching Monica in exactly the same way. When she cupped Trish’s breast with one hand, she cupped Monica’s with the other. When she rolled Trish’s nipple between thumb and forefinger, she did the same to Monica’s.

Gwen took her time, not saying a word, as she caressed and teased their chests. It was driving Trish nuts. She was so ready to have someone’s hand or mouth on her pussy, she could hardly stand it. Her anticipation just kept growing as Gwen gently kissed and flicked her tongue over each of their nipples, making Trish moan softly.

When Gwen finally slid her hand down Trish’s trembling body and slipped a finger into her, Trish thought she might tumble to the floor, as her legs suddenly felt like rubber. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, grabbing Monica’s arm to steady herself, though unsurprisingly, the girl didn’t seem to be all that steady herself.

“Oh my!” Gwen said in mock surprise. “You two are absolutely dripping. Such deliciously naughty girls.”

“All… all your fault, Mom,” Monica said, her breath ragged.

Gwen chuckled. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

Trish wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on, especially with Gwen’s fingers moving inside her. “I don’t know, but someone needs to make me come… soon,” Trish whimpered.

Gwen withdrew her fingers and stood. “On the bed, then,” she said, licking the juices from her fingers.

Trish and Monica quickly scrambled onto the king-sized bed. Their horniness at peak level, they couldn’t keep their hands from touching themselves or each other.

Gwen smiled as she watched them. “Well, I guess it isn’t fair to keep you suffering. Sixty-nine, then, girls. A quick come while I get a little something I bought for you.”

Trish didn’t need to be told twice. A quick pivot and she was on top of Monica. She buried her face between her stepsister’s legs, eager to taste. At the same instant, as Trish swiped her tongue through Monica’s folds, the girl did the same for her. A flash of intense pleasure shot through Trish and she shuddered. Oh fuck, yes! she thought. It wouldn’t take much more of that to make her come.

It proved difficult to concentrate on what she was doing while Monica’s tongue and lips were moving skillfully over her sensitive clit. She moaned against Monica’s cunt and was rewarded with an eager jerk of her hips. Monica was clearly just as hungry for release. Forcing herself to focus, Trish found her stepsister’s clit and sucked on it while simultaneously pushing two fingers into the girl’s vagina. Monica bucked hard but Trish held fast, both of them giving as good as they were getting. Monica’s last act before succumbing to her own orgasm was to push Trish over the edge.

Sometime later, the familiar sound of a paper bag crinkling behind her pulled Trish out of the post-orgasmic torpor. Now on her back, she opened her eyes and craned her head to try to see what was going on. Gwen was pulling something from the bag, but Trish couldn’t tell what from her awkward position. Rolling onto her belly, she saw that the thing seemed to be made of several strips of black leather attached at their ends.

“Is that the something you bought for us?” Monica asked.

“Part of it,” Gwen said as she pulled another object from the bag.

Trish instantly recognized this item. She had seen a similar one at Alexis’ cabin at camp. Hers had been purple, while this one was a fleshy color. Hers had also been larger. If the one Alexis had was comparable to the size of an adult male, this one was that of a young teenage boy.

“You bought us a strap-on?” Monica asked with equal parts surprise and excitement.

Gwen nodded as she inserted the dildo into its place in the harness. “So, who wants to try it first?” she asked, holding it up by one finger.

“Oh! Let me,” Trish said, reaching eagerly for the toy.

Gwen laughed and handed it to her. Trish examined the dildo first. The silicon shaft felt the same as the one Alexis had, though this one was not as detailed and lacked its bumps and ridges. The size, she estimated, was a bit smaller than Kat’s brother’s cock.

“Here, let me help,” Gwen offered after watching Trish fumble with the harness for a while.

Trish handed it back and stood up when Gwen asked her to. It only took a minute for her stepmom to finish securing the harness in place. Glancing down, Trish laughed at the faux-cock protruding from her crotch. She rotated her hips and giggled again when it swung and bobbed. “Do you think boys do this?”

“I bet they do,” Monica said, now kneeling on the bed and laughing as well.

Trish turned to her stepsister. “Ya wanna suck my dick?” she asked in a mock deep voice, wiggling the dildo again. She watched Monica grasp the dildo in her hand and stroke its length a couple of times before taking it into her mouth. Trish drew a sharp breath at the sight of Monica sucking “her” cock. Damn, that was hot.

A few moments later, Monica slowly withdrew the toy from her mouth and grinned up at Trish. “You like that?” she asked sweetly. When Trish nodded in reply, Monica positioned herself on hands and knees and looked back at Trish.

“What are you waiting for?” Monica cooed. “Fuck me.”

Monica’s bluntness was both amusing and very erotic, and more than enough motivation for Trish to quickly move into position. Glancing to where Gwen stood, she wasn’t surprised to see the woman watching them with hungry eyes as she pleasured herself with her fingers.

“Yes, Trish,” Gwen said huskily, “do fuck your sister.”

Fresh juices flowed from Trish as she took the dildo in hand and guided it to Monica’s entrance. Her stepsister’s pussy was just as slick as her own and the toy slipped easily inside. She pushed in as far as it would go, causing Monica to grunt. Trish pulled back then slid back in again, this time leaning forward to cup the girl’s tits.

“You like?” she asked as she fondled the soft fleshy mounds.

“Yes,” Monica hissed. “Fuck me more.”

Trish straightened and, placing her hands on Monica’s hips, began thrusting in rhythm. Watching the cock piston in and out, Trish realized the other end of it was pressing on her clit quite pleasurably and wondered if she would come while fucking Monica. She thought back to the small plastic toy that Monica had used on her as a dildo during spring break. Trish would never have imagined back then that in only a few short months, they would be fucking with an actual strap-on.

The sounds of slapping flesh and grunts from Monica drew Trish’s eyes downward. The tempo of her movements had increased instinctively, and her hips smacked against Monica’s ass, making the girl moan loudly with each thrust. She didn’t slow down, though; this felt too good. And besides, it sounded like Monica was definitely enjoying Trish’s enthusiasm.

Gwen had joined them on the bed now, moving to a supine position with legs spread and pussy within easy reach of Monica’s mouth. Her daughter needed no invitation.

“Yes, baby. That’s it,” Gwen purred, holding Monica’s mouth to her cunt.

The eroticism was almost too much for Trish to take. Her orgasm was building quickly, but she wanted to wait for Monica and Gwen to come first. She tried. Tried awfully hard to wait, to hold back. But it was proving more and more difficult to control the fire in her belly. Just as she thought she was about to lose the battle, Monica cried out in ecstasy, quickly followed by her mother. Trish smiled, basking in the sense of victory of a job well done. Then her own orgasm swept her away, and both she and Monica collapsed onto the bed, each twitching from the aftershocks, trying hard to catch their breath.

“Finish telling us the story. Please?” Trish asked a while later, after they had recovered and she and Monica cuddled on either side of Gwen.

“You’re really curious about that, aren’t you?” Gwen chuckled when Trish shrugged. “So, where was I, then…”

“You had just had a talk with Monica about using your things without permission,” Trish supplied.

“Right. So, I thought that was that then. Monica would stay away from my toys and I could try to pretend that I didn’t know what she was doing in her room, that it wasn’t turning me on. Believe me, it wasn’t easy.”

“Obviously, that’s not what happened,” Monica said.

“Spoilers!” Trish chided her stepsister.

“Anyway,” Gwen continued, “things went back to normal until just after Christmas, when the city was hit by a major blizzard. Everything came to a standstill with snowdrifts up to the power lines, and it knocked out the power that evening. I dug out the candles and portable radio, then Monica and I snuggled on the sofa. We played cards and listened to music until it was bedtime. I got the extra blanket and had Monica sleep with me in my bed to help keep warm.”

“I bet I know how you did that, too,” Trish said with a chuckle.

“Perv,” Monica snorted.

“Hush, you two. And no, that hadn’t been my intent,” Gwen scolded them playfully. “So, we settled in bed. I, on my side, with Monica tucked in, her back against me.”

“Spooning,” Monica added.

“Um, yes. We hadn’t been lying there for more than five minutes when Monica asked me if I was going to masturbate. The question surprised me, but I calmly said no. Which was true, I hadn’t planned on doing it… until she asked the question and put the idea in my head. Monica was quiet for the next few minutes and I figured she had drifted off, but no. She then asked if I would masturbate her. Not if she could masturbate, but if I would do it for her.”

“And you did,” Trish said.

“And I did. Not instantly, mind you. I waged a very short-lived war with myself on whether I should or shouldn’t. Shouldn’t lost. I had a quiet little chat with Monica, then. Told her how much I loved her and how much I wanted to touch her and teach her about lovemaking. I told her about keeping secrets and that saying stop was okay.” Gwen paused for a moment then went on. “When I was sure she understood what I had told her, I slipped my hand into her PJs and touched my little girl sexually for the first time. I stroked her clit, kissed her neck, and whispered I love you in her ear until she came and drifted off to sleep. I, of course, did end up masturbating that night after all.”

“That’s so sweet,” Trish said. “Was that all that happened that first night?”

“Uh-huh. I told her that Mommy would touch her like that any time she wanted, but only at home when we were alone, and she had to ask me to do it. I wouldn’t ask her. Over time, we tried many different ways to have fun. She started playing with my boobs right away, touched my pussy a couple of weeks after that. Oral sex happened, what? Four or five months later.”

“I think it was four months,” Monica added.

“And that’s how it went. Monica asked and I happily obliged every time.” Gwen gave a little snort then continued. “Some days I think I obliged three or four times. She was like a kid in a candy store; couldn’t get enough.”

“Just like Trish after I lured her to the dark side,” Monica said with a chuckle.

“It’s true,” Trish agreed.

“Once I met your father,” Gwen continued, “and it looked like it was getting serious between us, Monica and I had to be extra careful, naturally. Then, when Jason moved in with us, we had to limit our lovemaking to when we knew for sure that we would have a couple of hours alone, without the risk of being caught.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” Trish said. The tale of Monica’s sexual awakening had rekindled Trish’s libido. One of her hands had been caressing Gwen’s thigh this whole time, but now she slipped it higher and began exploring the woman’s pussy. The flesh was smooth and warm, wet with arousal. Trish found her stepmom’s entrance and pushed two fingers inside.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Gwen breathed. “Would you like to fuck me like you did Monica?”

Trish grinned, her desire instantly increasing a notch or two. “Yeah, okay!” She scrambled to her knees, in much the same position she had been with Monica.

“Better still,” Gwen said as she reached into her nightstand and retrieved something. She held up a bottle of lube and grinned. “I’d like you fuck my ass. If that’s okay?”

Trish stared, wide-eyed. Did she just ask that? Holy crap. “S-sure,” she sputtered.

“Good. Let me grab a towel first.”

With the towel on the bed and both the dildo and Gwen well lubed up, Trish took up a position at Gwen’s backside. The woman was on knees and elbows, thighs slightly spread, ass in the air, looking quite lewd. Trish admired the sight, then swallowed. She was going to do this. She was going to fuck someone up the ass. Wondering how she should proceed, she looked over to Monica, kneeling beside her.

“Let me help,” Monica said as if sensing her hesitation. Monica took the dildo in hand and guided it to her mother’s anus.

“That’s it, sweetie. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. Give it a small push,” Gwen encouraged.

Guided by a gentle nudge from Monica’s hand on her bum, Trish began pushing the cock against Gwen’s asshole, increasing the pressure until it suddenly slipped past the sphincter, surprising Trish and drawing a groan from her stepmom.

“Oh, no! Did I hurt you?” Trish asked.

“Not at all. You’re doing fine, baby.” Gwen looked back and gave her a reassuring smile.

Relieved that she’d done nothing wrong, Trish gripped Gwen’s hips and began rocking her pelvis, slowly increasing her tempo with each thrust. Monica got closer, her hands roaming over Trish’s body, squeezing her boobs. They kissed passionately while Monica tweaked her nipples and Trish repeatedly slammed her cock into Gwen, who was loudly appreciative of her efforts. Monica then moved over and slipped a hand between her mom’s legs, and it took very little time after that before Gwen was shaking all over and screaming into her pillow.

The strap-on was discarded after Gwen came, and the three of them took turns pleasuring each other for another two hours until none could handle another orgasm.

***

After they helped Gwen remove any evidence of their lovemaking in the master bedroom, Trish and Monica had showered and said goodnight, then retreated to Monica’s bedroom.

“I sure wasn’t expecting the day to end like that,” Trish said as Monica snuggled up to her.

“Yeah,” Monica said dreamily, “Can you imagine if you lived here? Threesomes with Mom would be a regular thing.”

“Sounds like fun, but I’d be happy with just you,” Trish replied softly.

“I know. But you gotta admit that having more than one lover is fun, too.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Her stepsister did have a point. Trish had enjoyed being with Daisy, Keesha, and Alexis. And she hadn’t felt any overwhelming guilt afterward. So, what was it that bothered her so much? So what if Monica had sex with her mom and Gabby and Kat? She had Cindy back home. But what if… “Are you gonna have sex with other girls besides Gabby, Kat, and your mom?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, or really looking for anyone.” Monica rolled onto her side to face Trish, “It’s not me having sex with someone new that’s bothering you, is it?” She smiled knowingly when Trish shrugged. “You’re afraid I’m gonna fall in love with someone else and forget about you.”

It was Trish’s turn to roll onto her side. She studied her stepsister’s face for a second. “Yes,” she said meekly.

“I told you at camp that I love you as more than a sister,” Monica said tenderly, “and I always will. And whatever happens tomorrow or ten years from now, I’ll never forget about you. I can’t promise you that I’ll never fall in love with someone else… but you can’t really promise me that either, right?”

Trish felt a tightness in her chest and a tear roll down her cheek. It wasn’t exactly what she’d wanted to hear, but she knew Monica was right. When she sniffed, Monica wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I know.” Trish sniffed again. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” She held Trish in silence for a few minutes before speaking. “Let’s make a deal.”

Trish pulled away and looked at Monica. “What kind of deal?”

“Well, what if we agreed to only be with the lovers we already have? Me with Mom and Gabby here, and you with Cindy back home,” Monica suggested.

She thought about that for a moment or two, realizing it wouldn’t be fair for her to ask Monica to give up making love with her mother, or with Gabby for that matter. And she had just started with Cindy and really didn’t want to give that up either. She liked having sex with girls too much to become celibate between visits with Monica.

“Um, okay. That sounds like a plan. Except you have two people, three if you count Kat, and I just have one,” Trish said, teasing. She didn’t really mind.

Monica chuckled. “Kat is more Gabby’s fuck toy. I rarely do it with her. And I guess you’ll just have to seduce your mom. Sounds like it wouldn’t be that hard, from what you told me. And that would even up the count.”

Trish was taken aback for a moment. Having sex with her own mom. She’d idly fantasized about it but… Could she really have what Gwen and Monica did? “It would make the numbers even,” Trish said slowly, considering. “I wonder if she’d let me, though.”

“Guess you’ll have to give it a shot when you get home.”

Getting more and more excited at the idea, Trish nodded. “Maybe I will.” She would wait and see what her mother’s attitude was like when she got back to Toronto. Had her mom been thinking about her and what happened in Trish’s bedroom before she left for Edmonton? Trish smiled inwardly, thinking about her mother making love to her.

“So, do you agree to the deal?” Monica asked.

“Yes, but…”

“But?” Monica raised an eyebrow.

“What if, say, in September, when school starts, there’s a new girl in my class, and she’s super cute…”

“Go on,” Monica said, looking intrigued.

“She’s super cute and she thinks I’m super cute—because, why wouldn’t she?” Trish grinned playfully, “And she wants to have sex.”

Monica made a face like she was in deep thought. “Super cute, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she thinks you’re super cute? Which you are, by the way.”

“Thank you and yes.”

“And she wants to have sex?”

Trish nodded.

“Well, I guess you will just have to give it to her.”

Trish opened her mouth to speak but Monica raised a finger to silence her. “But,” Monica paused for effect, “before anything happens, you have to send me pictures of this girl so I can judge the level of her cuteness. If I agree with your assessment, then you can indulge yourself. Of course, the same rule applies to me if I meet a super cute girl who wants my body,” Monica explained, straight-faced, sounding more like a scientist detailing an experiment than a horny girl contemplating new sex partners.

“So, if either of us wants to have sex with someone new, the other has to approve of it first. Have I got that right?” Trish asked.

“Correct, and a detailed report, with pictures if possible, has to be submitted after the dirty deed is done,” Monica added.

“Pictures?”

“If possible.”

“Should we put a limit on how many times we can have sex with said cute girl? Or should it be one-night stands only?” Trish inquired with a chuckle.

“Um, five times? That work for you?”

“With reports and pictures each time?”

“Of course,” Monica replied, deadpan. They looked at each other in all seriousness for only a moment before they broke into fits of giggles.

Soon, they calmed down and the mood shifted. They shared a kiss, slow and tender, full of love and affection. Still tired and sated from earlier, they didn’t make love, but simply held each other, shared a sweet I love you, and drifted off to sleep.

This way to Chapter 12!