Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, and gets flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

January 28th, 2006

A novel I read not long ago described someone walking around in a daze, with a zombie-like expression. I tried to picture that, and couldn’t. Now I know what it looks like.

Let me back up a little. I’m getting ahead of myself again.

Jason left for Bronning yesterday morning to pick up his niece Nettie. Seriously, he HAS to be getting tired of those long car trips! Hopefully this will be the last one for awhile.

Lisa, Julie, and I spent the morning getting the place ready for Nettie’s arrival. There’s a room downstairs that isn’t being used for anything yet; Jason has plans to turn it into an office after he renovates it, but I guess that idea is going on hold for now. The walls are old plaster, but it’s on the ground floor and has a couple of nice, big windows that let in a lot of light. It wasn’t too bad once we got it cleaned up.

There was a beat-up dresser in the garage, and an old-fashioned steel bedframe. We also found a very decent end table out there to use for a nightstand. After we got all that stuff inside and set it up, Julie and I went up to her room and dug in what she calls her art deco box. It’s this crazy mishmash of posters, hangings, and other weird junk that Julie likes to hang on her walls. There’s too much of it, so she kind of rotates it out. When she gets bored with something, she takes it down and puts something else up.

We picked some of the nicer pieces… a couple of decent framed paintings, a woven Native American pattern that Jason brought back from some tour or another, things like that. Then we hung them on the walls of Nettie’s new room. Once they were up, the three of us stood in the center of the room looking around critically.

“What about a mattress?” Julie wanted to know.

“After lunch I’ll take Jason’s pickup to town,” Lisa said. “I need to do some shopping, and while I’m at it I’ll get a mattress, box spring, and  maybe a bookshelf to put in here. It’ll be enough for starters. I don’t know how much they’ll be bringing back. Hopefully as much of her toys and clothes as Jason can fit into the Honda.”

“Can you handle all that stuff yourself?” I asked.

“The people at the furniture store will load it for me,” Lisa replied with a smile, “and I went to high school with half the fire squad. When I get back to town, I can find a few big strong men to help me get it all in the house.”

After lunch I gave Jamie a call to make sure we were still on for that afternoon, and Lisa dropped Julie and me off at her house on the way out of town.

Jamie greeted us at the door by gathering one of us in each arm, pulling us into a three-way hug, and boisterously crowing: “Welcome, little sisters!” She was ravishing in a blue off-the-shoulder peasant blouse with baggy sleeves, and a green skirt that went down past her knees. Her feet were bare, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. I found myself wondering what color panties she was wearing underneath… or if she was wearing undies at all.

Jamie’s house is a crazy old rat’s nest. It’s one of the oldest homes in town, and that’s saying something. There are three stories, plus an attic. But I guess they need that much space, cause Jamie is the middle child of seven kids. Fortunately it was just us that day. Two of Jamie’s older siblings are in college, her brother Carl had taken his girlfriend to Wadena for bowling and a movie, and her parents had the younger ones out shopping for the day.

Jamie gave us a quick tour. The most interesting thing is this weird space on the third floor, on the northwest corner of the building. There are two bedrooms that come together kitty-cornered, leaving a bedroom-sized space on that corner without any access point.

“Nobody has any idea what’s in there,” Jamie told us. “We’ve been trying to talk Dad into cutting a hole in one of the walls ever since we moved in, but he won’t do it. The people who lived here before us didn’t know, either.”

“That’s really weird,” said Julie. “I mean, that none of the adults have been curious enough to bust a hole in there. If it was my house, I’d have a hammer and crowbar in my hands right this minute!”

Jamie has the whole attic to herself. “I got kicked up here because I’m noisy,” she said with a grin. “My dad packed the joists with egg cartons, and I can play guitar as loud as I want without bothering anybody. It’s crusty up here, but it’s big and it’s all mine.”

You have to climb a ladder to get into Jamie’s room, and looking around I had to wonder how they got all her stuff up here. Guitar amps, a small PA system, a nice stereo, a keyboard, and a twin bed in one corner. The walls and ceiling are unfinished plaster, the floor is 2×6 planks, the ceiling is low, and the walls are sloped inward. Not much natural light up there, either, with only two tiny windows. That sweet, smoky smell I’d sometimes noticed around Jamie seemed to hang in the air.

I could see the appeal. There’s a creepy old tower feel to the place, and Jamie had it all done up with purple and red lighting,  wall hangings with weird symbols on them, and posters of guitar players. The biggest one was of a skinny black man with a white fringed shirt, blue pants, and a red bandana. He was playing a white guitar, only upside down and left-handed. I was studying the poster, feeling like I should recognize him.

Jamie came up beside me, seeming to sense my uncertainty. “Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock,” she said. I nodded, doing my best to look well-informed. I’d heard of him, but couldn’t have picked one of his songs out in a lineup.

“I’m mostly into heavier music,” she went on, “but if you play rock guitar, you gotta love Hendrix.”

She motioned us over to a threadbare old loveseat that might once have been maroon, and I wondered again how they’d got this stuff into the attic. Julie and I sat. Her hand was resting on the cushion between us, and I automatically took it, interlacing our fingers.

“Look at you two,” said Jamie, smiling. “You’re such good friends.”

Right then I saw my opening. “Actually, Julie’s my GIRLfriend.” I turned towards Julie, leaning in. She met me halfway, and we kissed. Not much tongue, but with open mouths.

When I looked back at Jamie, her mouth was hanging open, and I could see even in the dim lighting that her cheeks were flushed. “Whoa,” she said after a long pause. “I did not see that coming.”

“Does it bother you?” I asked.

Jamie shook her head and smiled. “Do your thing, little sister.” She was standing by a big shelf full of… were those actual records?

She selected one of the thin cardboard sleeves, then slid a black disc out. I really liked watching her. There was a misty sort of romanticism to this whole setup, and that dark platter full of undiscovered music completed the picture.

“I thought before we jammed we could listen to some music and chill,” she was saying as she set the record onto her record player. “We don’t have much time to get to know each other in rehearsal,” she said as she sprayed the platter with some kind of mist, then wiped it with a cloth. She looked back, catching us both watching the process in fascination.

“I know,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “It’s old-fashioned. But I love it. And I think vinyl is going to make a big comeback; just you watch.”

“What are we listening to?” Julie piped up.

Jamie held up the record jacket. “Dokken,” she said. “This was my Dad’s favorite band in high school. And George Lynch, the guitar player… he’s the guy that made me want to start playing myself.”

She started the record, then made her way to an overstuffed chair that I thought might have been a match to the loveseat when it was new and plunked herself down. The music started with a sizzling riff, and I could see right away why Jamie liked this guitarist. It occurred to me that I was going to learn more about rock, this would be a good place to hang out!

While the record played we talked about this and that, just getting to know each other like Jamie said. There was a swirly purple lamp on the end table next to Julie, and it cast weird patterns around the room in the dim light.

When Jamie got up to turn over the record I asked her where you even got a record player these days, and she gave me a little smile, as if letting me in on a great secret.

“It’s not a record player,” she said. “You’re thinking of one of those all-in-one units that has built-in speakers. When you have a component system like mine with separate amps and speakers, you call it a turntable. This is an old one from the seventies that my uncle restored.”

By this time, Julie and I were smushed together. Her arm was around me, my fingertips drawing lazy patterns on the thigh of her jeans. We listened to the music for a while, but Jamie seemed as if her mind was elsewhere. Turns out it was.

“I… I gotta ask,” Jamie said, blushing a little. “I know it’s none of my business, but,well… I remember my first boyfriend, when I was eleven. It was… you know, pretty awkward, and we didn’t do much… just a little hand holding and smooching. But you two… I know you’re really mature for your age. Heck, I can talk to you just like people I go to high school with. Still, it’s like you’re so touchy-feely, and so comfortable together, and you kiss like you actually know how. I guess I was just wondering…” She seemed unable to go on. Her face had gone from pink to bright red.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I’m not even sure where I’m going with this. I’ll shut up.”

“Are you asking if we have sex?” I said, trying to make it sound like no big deal.

Jamie covered her face with her hands. “Oh, jeez… forget it. I’m not sure how I’d feel if you started asking questions about my sex life.”

“It’s okay,” said Julie in her brightest, most cheery tone. “We’re not embarrassed about it. The answer is yes. Hell, yes!” She rested her head on my shoulder.  “We’re lovers.”

“Now tell us about your sex life,” I said. We all cracked up.

“There’s not much to tell at the moment,” Jamie said, still grinning. “I broke up with my last boyfriend in October. Not that he was much good in the sack, anyway. Dude couldn’t tell a clitoris from a thesaurus.” We burst into laughter again.

“Have you ever done it with a girl?” I asked her, putting on a smile that I hoped was alluring.

Jamie shook her head. “Nope. Not really what I’m into.” Then she cocked her head, gazing up at the ceiling. “Okay, maybe not true. I guess I’ve been curious. But not enough to go looking for it, know what I mean?”

“What if it found you? Would you try it then?” Julie asked.

Jamie blushed again. “I don’t know. Guess it would depend on the girl.”

Talk turned to other things for awhile, and when the record ended, Jamie stood. “Wanna jam, little sister?”

Taking up a guitar, she plugged it into an ancient-looking amplifier. It was different gear from what she uses in rehearsal, and I asked her where her other equipment was.

“Oh, I leave my gigging rig in the garage,” she said. “It’s too much trouble to get stuff in and out of here.”

We spent a little while just messing around, taking turns backing each other up, then playing solos. I’m getting more confident with my improvisation now. Jamie’s keyboard is a really old electronic piano that she called a Wurlitzer, and it has a unique, kind of jangly sound.

Then we turned our attention to the spring concert material. Jamie had some cool ideas for spicing up the parts we were going to harmonize together, and we worked those out so we’d be ready to knock everyone’s socks off in rehearsal. Julie just listened in, though she never seemed to be bored.

Finally Jamie put her guitar aside. “That was great,” she said. “You guys wanna hear another record, or do you have someplace to be?”

We ended up putting on a Jimi Hendrix album. I liked it. His singing was only okay, but there was a vibe to the music that felt like it was going way back to the roots of rock music, only with all kinds of modern ideas, and the guitar playing was very original and interesting. I ended up wandering around a little as we spoke, looking at some of the odd items that Jamie had scattered hither and yon. On a stand next to the turntable was a weird cylindrical object that looked like a cross between a genie’s lamp and a flower vase. There was a glass tube sticking up from the base off to one side.

“What’s this?” I wanted to know.

“It’s… oh, lord.” Jamie put a hand over her eyes. “I should have put that in a drawer or something. It’s a bong.”

I still didn’t understand, not until Julie squeaked, “You smoke pot?”

“Yeah,” said Jamie, sounding embarrassed. “Not very often, just kind of as a treat sometimes. My parents know about it, if you’re wondering. They smoke a little themselves. If you disapprove, I guess I understand.”

Julie shrugged. “My dad was around stuff like this all the time on the road. He’s down on hard drugs like heroin, but he says weed is no worse than alcohol. I’m pretty sure he smokes it sometimes when he’s out with friends.”

I was having a harder time wrapping my head around it. I grew up in the church, so I think the drugs-bad reaction is kinda automatic. I had to remind myself I wasn’t a Christian anymore. Live and let live, I told myself. Don’t lose a new friend by being judgy.

I’m not sure how long it took that train of thought to run through my head, but I realized Jamie and Julie were both watching me.

“You look worried, little sister,” said Jamie, sounding a little worried herself.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, deciding to be honest. “I know marijuana isn’t really that scary, and it might even be legal soon. It’s just the way my parents taught me. I’m learning to not let it affect me, but sometimes it takes me a little while to process stuff like that. I like you Jamie, and I don’t care if you smoke weed.”

Jamie gave me a big, radiant smile. “I’m glad,” she said. “I like you, too. It’s just a little weed once in awhile, or shrooms. I don’t mess around with the hard stuff, and I don’t even like alcohol.”

I wasn’t sure what a shroom was, but decided to just let the whole thing go. I settled back onto the couch with Julie, letting my fingertip trail up the inside of her thigh. She opened her legs slightly to give me a bit more access. This wasn’t lost on Jamie, who raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

I spoke up instead. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Well… yeah, sure.”

“The guy you broke up with in October…”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Was he the first guy you had sex with? Is it okay to ask that? I know lots about lesbian sex, but the only thing I know about straight sex is how it’s done. I hear lots of guys aren’t very good at it.”

Jamie was blushing again, but she answered. “No, he was my third. My first was a senior when I was still in eighth grade. He was really good in bed, but he graduated and moved away. Then, during my freshman year of high school, I dated a guy in my own grade for awhile. I was his first, and it started out awkward, but he really wanted to please me and he got a lot better at it. But we broke up anyway, cause the rest of our relationship wasn’t working out. This last guy I just started dating over the summer. He seemed really cool at first, but he turned out to be a jerk, and like I said… he never really cared if I enjoyed the sex.”

She broke off, seeming at a loss for words. Then she said: “What about you guys? I mean, you’re so young. I don’t even know if girls your age can have orgasms, I guess.”

“Didn’t you?” I said.

Jamie laughed. “Not when I was twelve!”

“Did you try?” I pressed.

Jamie’s blush deepened. “You mean, did I…”

“Everybody masturbates, right?” Julie said, wearing a huge grin.

Jamie covered her face with both hands again, but this time I could see she was laughing. “I cannot believe we’re talking about orgasms and mastur…” She shook her head. “What a whacked out, crazy conversation,” she said. “Okay, fine. I didn’t start touching myself until I was almost thirteen. And it was only about six months later that I actually had sex.”

“How old are you now?” Julie asked.

“Fifteen.”

“And you haven’t had sex since October?” I said, trying to seem shocked.

Jamie gave me a rueful smile. “I know, right?”

“Sounds lonely,” said Julie.

Jamie rolled her eyes. “It can be,” she said. “My last boyfriend, Greg… he wasn’t really hot stuff between the sheets. Lots of times I had to finish it myself after he left. But it was another human in bed with you, y’know? Sometimes you need that.”

“You should try it with a girl,” I said.

Jamie smirked. “Are you planning to try it with a guy?”

I shrugged. “Maybe when I’m older,” I said. “Seems like I ought to try it at least once.”

“Not me,” Julie put in. “I only like girls. And this one’s my favorite.” We didn’t have to speak; we just knew. Our mouths met, our tongues danced. Out of the corner of my eye I could see color rising in Jamie’s cheeks again… and this time it wasn’t a blush. When we parted, I had to take a moment to catch my breath. Julie put every ounce of her energy into that kiss… and that girl is pure energy from head to toe.

“Whoa,” said Jamie. “You two look like you just wanna eat each other up.”

“You have no idea!” Julie exclaimed. “When we get back to my house, I’m gonna eat her like an ice cream cone.”

I fixed my gaze on Jamie. She stared back at me, her eyes widening as she realized exactly what was being offered.

Then she looked away. “Um… I suppose you’ll want to get home and take care of that, then,” she said.

Even a month earlier, I might have taken that as a refusal, but not now. Jamie wanted what we were offering, but she was scared. I felt like I could salvage this. But maybe it was time to be direct.

“Jamie,” I said, picking my words carefully, “you said that if the right girl came to you, you’d be up for trying something new. What if it’s two girls?”

She met my eyes again. “It’d be tempting,” she said, “but with some girls I’d be worried about the age difference. I don’t want to do the wrong thing, even if it feels good.”

I was ready for that one! “Did that senior you slept with do the wrong thing? He was a lot older than you.”

Jamie was shaking her head slowly, her ponytail swishing. “No,” she said. “I loved everything he did. I wanted it.”

I got up, tugging my hand free of Julie’s, and crossed the room. From behind her chair I let my fingers slip beneath Jamie’s ponytail, lightly massaging her neck. I felt a slight shudder, and heard the hiss of her drawing in a quick breath.

“Well this is the same,” I said in a low voice. “We want you, Jamie. Anything that happens here, we’re choosing it.”

She reached back, capturing my hand in hers.

“I want the same thing,” she said. It dawned on me that Jamie seemed unsure of herself for the first time since I’d met her. “But I don’t know what I’m ready for. I didn’t wake up thinking ‘Well gee whiz, maybe I’ll try lesbian sex today’, y’know?”

“We can start small,” I said. “What if we all just get naked together and hang out on the bed?”

Thinking it over, Jamie pursed her lips, then smiled. “I could go for that.”

She got up, crossed to the turntable, and flipped the record over. By the time she turned around, Julie and I were standing stark naked, our arms wrapped around each other’s waists.

“Little sisters!” Jamie exclaimed, but I couldn’t help noticing how her eyes raced up and down our nude forms. She gave her head a quick shake, ponytail flying. “You’re not playing around, are you?”

Moving slowly, she gripped the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Her hands were trembling. A big part of me wanted to cross the room and help her undress, but I sensed very strongly that this would be a mistake. If Jamie was going to fool around with us, it had to be her decision. She tossed the blouse aside, reaching back to unclasp her bra in the same smooth motion. Her breasts were ripe, firm, and full. The nipples stuck straight out.

She undid her skirt and let it fall, then pushed her plain white cotton panties to the floor. Her legs were lithe and shapely, terminating in a dark, thick tuft of pubic hair. I feasted my eyes on her body, and I knew Julie was doing the exact same thing. I could practically feel her glowing with arousal at my side.

We arranged some pillows and blankets against the wall so we had something to lean against, then lounged on the bed, our feet dangling over the side. Without discussing it, Julie and I placed Jamie between us, making for one yummy girl sandwich. We didn’t talk much. The Hendrix album (I learned before we left that it’s called “Electric Ladyland”) was playing a really long, kind of dreamy track. None of us said anything; we just relaxed, taking it in. I was holding one of Jamie’s hands, Julie had the other.

Finally Jamie broke the silence. “This feels good,” she said in a voice just barely above a whisper. “Just being together like this, listening to Jimi.”

Letting go of her hand, I let my fingertips drift all the way up her thigh, starting at the knee. I stayed at the top of the thigh, not wanting to take this too fast, but her breathing told me I was moving in the right direction.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked her.

She didn’t answer, just turned her head towards me and leaned in. Our open mouths met – slowly, cautiously, exploring at first. Then she slipped her tongue between my lips, and I met it with mine. We kissed gently, sensuously, taking our time.

When we parted, I heard a gasp from Jamie’s other side. Jamie and I turned our heads in unison and were treated to the sight of Julie touching between her legs, moving slowly but with purpose.

“Sorry,” she said, with a grin that didn’t look one bit sorry. “That was so fucking hot I couldn’t wait any more.” Her fingers never stopped moving.

The record ended, and Jamie extricated herself, padding across the room to put on another. She pulled an album from the shelf, then held it up for us to see: a well-worn blue cover with a caricature of Mt. Rushmore on it, showing five heads that I could only assume were the band members.

“Deep Purple,” she said, her voice unsteady. Switching the records out, she put the needle on the new one, then returned to the bed, slipping in between us once more.

“Is it my turn for a kiss?” Julie asked us as the brutal, pounding first track began.

The kiss they shared was very different from the one I’d just enjoyed; wild abandon instead of careful sensuality. It was equally hot in its way, and I felt the desire rising in me like a tidal wave just from watching. I was caressing the inside of Jamie’s thigh now, working myself ever closer to her core.

Julie threw her head back and moaned aloud, her body spasming violently. Then she went limp and slumped against Jamie, who bent to nuzzle her neck. My hand was only inches away from Jamie’s pussy, and I was about to get even closer… but then her fingers circled my wrist.

“Next song, little sister,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “Then you can touch me. Um, can I touch you, too?”

“Oh, you better!” I breathed into her ear.

Then we were kissing again. This time it was a desperate, hungry kiss, like the one she’d just shared with Julie. The first song ended while our mouths were still joined, and as the slow, ominous chords of the next song began, I slid my hand the rest of the way up her thigh, slipping between her pussy lips to find the wetness there. Then her hand was between my legs, seeking and finding my clit.

“Slow,” she whispered in my ear. “With the beat.”

In this case, “with the beat,” meant really, really slow! The song was ponderous, brooding, the guitar just playing chords with a heavy organ motif carrying the melody until the vocals came in. I moved my finger in slow circles, timed to that stately, graceful sound, and Jamie matched my movements. The waves of pleasure, when they came, were spaced far apart, but my God, they were intense! Every time one washed over me, I moaned. Jamie was raising her hips up from the bed and shuddering every few beats or so.

Julie slid off the bed and went over to Jamie’s overstuffed chair, turning it so she was facing us. Settling in, she spread her legs and slid a finger into her pussy. Soon she was fucking herself in time with our movements. Julie’s lips were slightly parted, her color high.

By then, the song’s vocal consists only of these haunting, drawn-out ‘ooh’ syllables, with the drums coming in to tighten up the relentlessly slow groove. “Double time, little sister,” Jamie panted in my ear, her circular motions on my clit shifting into a brisker tempo. I moaned, my speed accelerating to match hers. Those waves were coming faster now.

The singer went up an octave, trading the ‘oohs’ for high-pitched, screaming ‘aahs.’ Acting on pure impulse, I moved lower, sliding two fingers deep into Jamie’s dripping cunt while pressing my palm against her clit.

“Oh m-my GOD,” Jamie wailed. Her own finger moved downward, testing the entrance to my hole, hesitant. Unable to wait another second, I thrust my hips forward, impaling myself on the length of it. She was startled at first, but recovered soon enough. Within moments Jamie was matching the same technique I’d used on her, pressing her palm against my aching clit.

“Another finger,” I moaned, and she gave it to me. “ooOOOOHHHH!” is probably a pretty good approximation of what came out of my mouth right then. Now we were finger-fucking each other, grinding against each other’s clits, still moving in time to the music. Then the song itself exploded into double-time, a powerful, fast, driving beat underscoring the guitar solo.

I don’t know which of us started it, but suddenly we were plunging our fingers in and out of each other with wild abandon, snatching messy kisses between quick gulps of breath, totally transported by the moment and the music.

The powerful feelings emanating from my center suddenly intensified, and I felt that point of no return coming hard and fast. “I’m coming!” I screamed. “Oh God, oh fuck, I’m COMING!”

“Me too, little sister!” Jamie practically howled, and as my orgasm consumed me, I felt her pussy clench against my finger in wild, rhythmic spasms. We climaxed along with the guitar solo, the song dying back into that slow, ponderous intro motif as we collapsed into each other’s arms.

Hearing a long, drawn-out cry, I looked up just in time to see Julie spasm in the throes of her second climax, then wilt into a puddle on the chair.

After a minute or two, Julie dragged herself out of the chair, flopped down on the bed and snuggled up against Jamie. As for me and Jamie, we weren’t moving at all… in fact, our fingers were still buried in one another’s pussies.

I finally managed to rouse myself, lifting my head from Jamie’s arm.

“So how was your first time with another girl?” I asked her. “Didn’t suck too bad, huh?”

“Oh, I nearly came!” Jamie replied with a giggle, withdrawing her fingers from my cunt. “Seriously though, little sister… that was so amazing, I’m already getting worked up again just reliving it in my head.”

Julie wore a bad-girl grin as she traced a finger across Jamie’s still-hard nipple. “There’s lots more we can do,” she said.

I decided to get in on the fun, and took the other nipple in my mouth. Jamie let out a soft moan. “Unfortunately,” she said, her voice unsteady, “I’m expecting people back home in about twenty minutes. I definitely want to do more… but it’ll have to wait for another day.”

We reluctantly got back into our clothes. “God, I’m still turned on,” Jamie complained as she shrugged her blouse down over her head.

“Will you be thinking about us tonight when you touch yourself?” Julie asked.

Jamie laughed out loud. “You’d better believe it, little sister!”

Julie and I went back to her place, where we got dinner ready before Lisa made it home. After dinner had been eaten and the table cleared, we took Lisa upstairs and undressed her. I told her the story of what had happened that afternoon, whispering all the details into her ear and playing with her tits while Julie ate her pussy.

After Lisa came with an ear-splitting shriek, I went down on Julie while Lisa finger-fucked her from behind. Finally they ganged up on me, Lisa eating me out and rubbing my cunt while Julie and I kissed like our lives depended on it.

As I climaxed, I was picturing Jamie lying in her bed, listening to that Deep Purple song and masturbating while fantasizing about Julie and me. I came so hard I blacked out.

***

Jason turned up just before lunch this morning, a smaller copy of Julie trailing uncertainly in his wake. I say smaller, but Nettie Hastings is still tall for her age… taller than me by a couple of inches. Julie hugged her, and Nettie kind of looped her arms around Julie’s shoulders, then stepped away.

Jason introduced me, and Nettie just waved halfheartedly and mumbled “Hi,” never once making eye contact. She didn’t sit down for a long time, just wandered around the living room in a daze. That’s when I had that weird thought I mentioned earlier, the one about what zombies look like. Nettie was totally acting that way.

Jason had stuffed Lisa’s Honda with all Nettie’s clothes, and her favorite toys. We helped her get settled, unpacking her stuff and getting it into the closet and bureau. Nettie helped, putting things wherever we suggested and answering almost entirely in words of one syllable. Never once did she smile, but she did utter a flat, dull “Thank you” once everything was put away.

Mom came to pick me up around three, and Julie went outside with me despite the cold.

“Was she that bad when you were in Bronning for the funeral?” I asked.

“No, this is way worse,” said Julie.

I hugged her, as intimately as I could with Mom watching from inside of her Explorer.

“I sure hope we can help her,” I said.

“Yeah, me too,” Julie agreed. We let go of each other. God, I wanted so bad to kiss her, but didn’t dare. Instead, I got in the Explorer and rode back to Grandma’s place with Mom. She asked me about how my day was, but I didn’t much feel like talking, so we mostly rode in silence

Meeting Nettie really shook me up. It’s about midnight now, and I haven’t been able to sleep, so I’m writing this instead. Julie and I had such a wonderful day, and something about it seems almost wrong when her cousin is hurting so much. I know that line of thinking is stupid; I have my own life to live. I can agonize all day long, and it won’t make Nettie’s pain any less.

Maybe the big lesson here is to get as much out of life as you can, because lots of times you don’t know when something or someone you love will be taken away, and everything you thought you knew changes. That’s what I think I have to do. I’m going to enjoy every minute of my life that I can, and do my best to help Nettie learn to enjoy hers again. I can’t suffer for her, but maybe I can help do something about that suffering. With that thought in my noggin, and my writing hand getting stiff and sore, maybe now I can get some sleep.

On to Chapter 23!