Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

We ate at a fancy restaurant. Nine-year-old Emily looked darling in her pink dress. Christina wore a pretty skirt with a rather daring low-cut top that I’d picked out for her, a rose-colored number that kept her lovely shoulders bare and made it very clear that her breasts were beginning to bloom. Fay made Christina giggle by playfully asking her if there were any other secrets she had hidden.

The four of us shared secret smiles and knowing glances throughout the meal. Emily was clearly excited, so much that she didn’t even want dessert! As for me, I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot, thinking about the pleasures to come.

After dinner, Christina nudged her baby sister, and Emily held out their present to Fay: a wristwatch they had picked out together from this amazing little shop I took them to in the Mission. Fay loved her gift, and swapped the new watch for the one she was wearing right then and there.

By the meal’s end we were all downright giddy, and I felt warm inside just from being with my wonderful family. This time, though, the warmth was accompanied by something new and utterly thrilling.

The ride home seemed to crackle with anticipation. It seemed to take forever, but finally Fay tooled our SUV into the driveway. Leaping out, the girls raced toward the front door with my keys, exchanging excited whispers.

Fay held me back. “Nicky, I don’t know. It’s a fantasy come true, but I’m still a little afraid of… well, this might not be the best thing for the girls.”

I reached for her hand, gave it a squeeze. “Babe, this isn’t anything new to Emily or Christine. They’ve been making love behind our backs for weeks, and with your sister long before that. It didn’t mess up their heads then, and it won’t now. They want this to happen, just as much as we do. Face it, lover… you’re getting the birthday of your life tonight.”

“Okay, then,” she whispered, giving me a nod and a fleeting smile. I led her into the house.

We found the girls in our bedroom arranging the pillows, including a few extra they’d added from their own rooms. I’d already explained to Fay that the kids were used to doing things a certain way with their mother, and that it made them feel comfortable to keep to their familiar routine — on our first night together, at least.

Christina lit several candles they’d placed about the room, then turned off the overhead light. Little Emily was giving serious consideration to the exact positioning of the pillows… then she stood beside her sister, nibbling her lower lip as both girls gazed at us.

Christina looked down at her dress. “Um… we’re usually in our jammies.”

“Go get changed then,” I said. They scampered off.

Fay turned to me, her eyes dancing with nervous excitement. “Is this really happening, babe? It feels like a dream.”

“It is happening,” I murmured. “You and I are about to live out a fantasy that few women like us will ever experience.”

“God, Nicky,” she whispered, drawing me close, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe,” I sighed happily, drifting into her arms.

We held each other for a long, blissful while — at least until the girls dashed back in, this time in their cute pajamas.

Christina frowned thoughtfully as she looked around the room. “Let’s see, candles, pillows, our jammies… what’s missing?”

“They have way too many clothes on!” Emily squealed, pointing at us accusingly.

“That’s right. Aunt Fay, Aunt Nicky… you have to take all your clothes off!”

It felt weird, but thrilling. There we were, slipping out of evening dresses off in front of the girls. I unzipped Fay from the back, then letting her dress drop to the floor. She stood there in bra and panties and I undid the catch, baring her breasts.

Little Emily turned and whispered into her sister’s ear. “Yeah,” Christine agreed, “just like Mommy’s.”

I turned my lover around to find a new light in her eyes. Gone was all signs of fear and nervousness. Now, she radiated desire.

I’d gone without a bra that night, so Fay only had to ease the front of my dress down to expose my breasts, the nipples stiff and aching to be touched. Drawing me to her, she kissed me hotly, pressing her body into mine as we swapped tongues.

We finally broke apart, blushing slightly, shared a smile and slid our panties down and off before turning to face the girls.

Emily excitedly whispered, “Wow!”

“What?” Fay demanded.

Emily replied, “Hair. You guys have hair down there.”

It seems that Angela had kept herself shaved smooth, so the girls had never seen a grown woman’s pubes before, at least not in person. Fay and I had, respectively, light and dark bushes, neatly trimmed. It was just a reminder to us that our little girls would soon be showing us their own vulvas. I could already feel myself getting soaked.

“Okay,” Christina instructed, “now you gotta sit on the bed, back against the pillows.”

Fay and I made our way to the head of the bed and arranged ourselves. The girls watched, waiting patiently until we were still.

Chris gave us a nod of approval. “Mommy liked to touch herself while she watched us,” she declared, then turned to Emily, reaching for her sister’s hand.

Emily and Christina gazed into one another’s eyes and smiled, then slowly drifted into a warm hug. They held each other, swaying very slightly. Then Christina pulled away just enough to give her baby sister a loving look… and our little girls kissed.

Their lips brushed together gently at first, the kiss soft, affectionate. Then Emily’s tongue emerged to lick at Christina’s lips, and they seemed to melt into one another, their embrace growing increasingly passionate. Fay’s hand clutched mine, and I swear that I could feel her heartbeat pulsing through her fingers. Christina’s hands slipped down to cup her baby sister’s bottom as she tongue-fucked Emily’s eager mouth.

Fay and I were transfixed, so lost in the moment that we weren’t even masturbating, like the girls expected us to do. We just sat there holding hands, drinking in this vision of prepubescent lesbian incest.

From the day Chris and Emily came to stay with us, Fay and I had been pleased, and a little surprised, at how well our little girls got on together — especially considering the often stormy relationships she and I had both experienced with our own siblings. But now we understood: Christina and Emily weren’t just sisters, and they weren’t merely playing sex games together for the pleasure of it… they were genuine lovers. The adoring looks they shared and the intensity of their kisses made the room seem at least ten degrees hotter.

A sudden pulse of arousal shot through me when Emily slipped her hands beneath her sister’s top, sliding them up Christina’s body to fondle her breasts. Christina moaned into Emily’s kissing mouth, cradling her baby sister’s hips with both hands.

This was the hottest, sexiest thing I’d ever seen — and a quick glance at Fay told me that she felt the same way.

Drifting apart, Chris took Emily’s hand, leading the younger girl to the foot of the bed. I gave in to the heat of the moment, pressing a hand between my trembling thighs. Fay was already fingering herself; I could hear the squishing of her wet pussy.

Emily and Christina helped each other take off their pajama tops, almost bashfully. I couldn’t help but moan at the sight of their partial nudity. I had seen Christina’s budding breasts for the first time the other day, but they seemed even more alluring now. Emily was still a child, her chest flat but for pert pink nipples. I’d seen her naked in the tub, of course, but now her nudity meant something completely new to me. They both had flawless, creamy skin that my hands ached to caress.

What a decadent scene we made: a pair of grown women, both stark naked and masturbating, watching two little girls put on a sex show for us.

Christina reached for the waistband of her sister’s pajama bottoms and slowly drew them down, revealing Emily’s bare slit. Our grinning nine-year old stepped out of her jammies, then turned to help her big sister get that last item of clothing down her legs and feet. Now our little girls were both nude, and I trembled in anticipation of what they would do next.

The smell of cunt was sharp in the air. Fay’s sex was especially fragrant, something I loved about her. She gave off the most enchanting perfume when aroused, and I drew in a deep breath of the thick, heady scent.

Standing behind her sister, Christina reached around Emily to cup her childish sex, stroking the smooth slit with a finger. Emily tilted her head back, Chris dipped hers forward, and their mouths met in another tender kiss, tongues playing sweet games while their bare bodies pressed tightly together. Christine was grinding her pelvis in a very lewd way against her baby sister’s bottom.

Gently breaking away, Christina glanced at us, then crawled onto the bed. Fay and I stared open-mouthed as the eleven-year-old nymphet lay back in front of us, parting her thighs to show us what she had.

Naked, she was the most beautiful creation imaginable. Christina’s adolescent body was smooth as silk; her sparsely downed pussy a soft-petaled flower.

Fay and I both leaned forward to get a closer look, and in response, Christine opened her sex for us with trembling fingers. Her pussy shone with a clean pink wetness that enthralled me. I could just see the tiny nubbin of her clit, waiting to be licked.

As if she was reading my mind, Fay moved to kneel between Christina’s thighs, slowly lowering her face to the child’s slit. She took a long, slow lick, then pressed in further, going down on her niece for the first time. I masturbated furiously as I watched my lover living out her ultimate fantasy for the first time, knowing that I would soon be experiencing the same forbidden pleasures.

Christina’s eyes were glazed as her aunt tenderly licked her smooth cleft. Meanwhile, naked little Emily knelt down to whisper in her sister’s ear. Christina listened, then smiled at Emily and nodded. With that, Emily stood, straddled her sister’s head and carefully lowered her babyish sex to Christina’s already open mouth. My fingers started moving in overdrive, and Fay lifted her head just in time to see Christina licking her little sister’s vagina. “Oh, my God,” I heard my lover whisper.

As Emily slowly settled onto her sibling’s face, I could see Christina’s tongue exploring the child’s tiny hole. The nine-year-old let her head tilt backward, eyes closed and mouth open as big sister pleasured her.

The sight was too much for me; I had to join in.

I quickly rose and made my way to the bed, where I knelt next to Emily on the bed, reaching up to caress the child’s nipples. Her face turned to mine, a look of adoration in her eyes. My lips sought hers in a kiss that quickly grew heated when her little tongue pushed into my mouth.

I began to touch little Emily, my hands eagerly exploring her childish body. It was like no loving I had ever known before — utterly intoxicating!

I moaned into Emily’s kiss as her hand found its way to my dripping cunt, clumsily finding the opening before two fingers slipped deep inside me. In seconds I was coming, sweet shocks of pleasure jolting through my frame. I tore my mouth from Emily’s and cried out, shaking from head to toe as she wriggled her fingers around in my vagina.

Then Emily was coming herself, pressing her face into my breasts as she shivered with delight from her big sister’s oral loving. And suddenly Christina’s body began to buck and rock on the bed as Fay ate her to orgasm.

Fay, still lying on her tummy and nuzzling Christina’s vagina, was the only one of us who had yet to climax, so little Emily climbed from her big sister’s face, scooted around the bed and knelt behind Fay, lowering her face into the juncture of her aunt’s thighs to lick her from behind.

Fay gasped, then lifted her head from Christina’s sex just long enough to twist her head back around and take in the amazing sight of nine-year-old Emily, nose buried in the crack of her ass and licking at her cunt.

Clearly, that view was too much for Fay, who immediately exploded in a screaming orgasm that shook the bed violently. I was blown away. My lover had always been a real tigress, but I’d never seen her climax like that.

Emily rose from behind Fay, giggling happily at the sight of her ecstasy-dazed aunt. I opened my arms, and she fell into them. Christina snuggled next to me. Fay, gasping for air and soaked with sweat, crawled onto the bed to join us. We lay cuddled together in a tangle of sweet, sticky flesh.

Soon enough our desire started to simmer once more, and hands began to explore the warm bodies of new lovers; lips placed gentle kisses upon bare skin and purrs of delight were heard. Christina took my nipple into her mouth and began to suckle as my hands slipped down her back to fondle her bottom. She arched her head back to gasp with delight as my fingertip teased her asshole, then I quickly claimed her mouth in a kiss.

My heart swelled as this nude eleven-year-old girl returned my kiss, her tongue plunging into my mouth. She was groping my breasts while I slipped a hand between her thighs to cup her barely downed pussy, allowing a finger to slip into the moist slit. I glanced to my right to see Fay seated on the bed, back pressed against the headboard with little Emily straddling her lap — a grown woman and a little girl, sharing a steamy French kiss.

Suddenly Christina pushed me onto my back and squirmed down between my legs, her eyes dancing with excitement. Without hesitation she pressed her mouth into my throbbing cunt, and I cried out loud. Her tongue emerged to lick at my labia like a hungry kitten, then she plastered her mouth to my sex and began to go down on me in earnest.

I whimpered, my fingers tangling in Christina’s hair. Jesus, she was good. I’d had cunnilingus from life-long dykes who couldn’t eat pussy as well as this preteen girl.

I opened my eyes to see what the others were up to… oh, my. Emily was on her knees, and my lover was licking at her nine-year-old niece’s asshole. Emily’s head was thrown back, and she had a hand between her thin legs, plunging a finger in and out of her bare sex. That sight was enough to push me over the edge and into orgasm yet again. And as I lay panting in the aftermath, I heard Emily squeal in rapture as her aunt made her come.

Poor little Emily fell asleep right there on the bed at that point, so Fay picked up her nude niece and carried her to her bedroom to tuck her in. Christina and I shared hot, hungry kisses until Fay got back.

Once she did, it was a free-for-all. Christina seemed to be in heaven as the three of us made love over and over again. God, that youngster could fuck women like she lived for it. As she knelt to taste her aunt’s pussy, I moved behind her and fondled her flawless bottom. I was nearly swooning as I spread her cheeks apart to gaze at her cute pink rosebud. My finger teased the rim of her pucker and, as if in a stupor; my head drifted forward, lost in the sweet flesh of this little girl. I remember my tongue pressing against her pouting anus, then pushing in a little. I felt the young one squeal, then giggle as I began probing her rectum with my tongue.

We moved about in various combinations, trying everything out. Then as the night began to wane, Fay, who couldn’t get enough of Christina’s pussy, was about to lick the girl’s slit one last time. I held the child in my arms as my mate parted Christina’s sticky labia with her fingers and inhaled deeply, savoring her little-girl scent like a fine wine. As Fay ran her tongue through her niece’s velvet slit, Christina sucked my nipple into her mouth and teased it with playful little bites that had me gasping. Soon the youngster was bucking and twitching as Fay licked her to one last orgasm. After that, the three of us more or less passed out.

Everyone slept late that morning. I could barely walk in a straight line, much less whip up the big breakfast I usually served up on Saturday mornings, so it was toaster waffles for all. I must have looked like Fay did; worn out and ready to crawl back under the sheets — only this time, it would be to sleep! Somehow, though, I managed to get an edible morning meal together.

The kids looked bright and cheery and asked if they could watch TV. We nodded, and they scooted off, bickering over the remote. Fay looked at me in amazement.

Rising together from the breakfast table, we peered into the living room at the youngsters. If it wasn’t for a brief, sweet smile Christina turned to give us, you’d have thought that the previous night had been some kind of crazy dream.

“Amazing,” Fay said, shaking her head in astonishment.

“Told ya,” I smiled.

*****

For a week or so after that, Fay and I were like two kids in a candy shop. We couldn’t get enough of the beautiful bodies of our adopted girls. We would rush home from work, eager to undress them and slip into bed for a sex party, exploring our little lovers with fingers, mouths and tongues. Emily began to wear flannel pajamas with nothing underneath around the house, because she knew how I loved to pull the bottom half down to her ankles to reveal her flawless little ass, then part her cheeks and push my tongue into her butt crack.

Luckily for us both, Christina and Emily were just as eager for sex as Fay and I. They couldn’t wait for the chance to run their hands over our breasts, or bury their faces in our cunts. As it turned out, they both loved our pubic hair, and prevailed on us to give up trimming down there. I even stopped shaving under my arms, which the girls liked too. Christina, in particular, loved to bury her face into the tuft of hair in my armpit and lick me there.

In the two years since the four of us became lovers, we’ve managed to relax a bit, and can spend quality time together without at least a couple of us having to fuck right then and there… but our collective sex life is still pretty amazing. At least once a week, all four of us get naked and enjoy a family orgy. Every Friday, we all dress up and go out to that same restaurant we took Fay to on our wonderful first night together. And when we get home, the clothes come off and the loving begins.

Last night, we started by having the kids undress us. Christina giggled as she unfastened Fay’s black top, and Emily had to stand on the bed to undo mine. Fay’s bra always unclasped from the front, and Christina buried her face in her adopted mother’s newly bared breasts. Soon we were all naked and cuddling, sharing French kisses.

Fay sat back with young Emily in her arms, masturbating as her little girl suckled her beautiful breasts, their nudity creating a sexy Madonna and child scene. Christina and I began to touch each other as we watched them, the wetness of her lightly-downed sex spurring my lust even higher.

Fay pulled a glistening finger from her cunt and smeared the wetness on her left nipple. Emily smiled and sucked it into her mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. With a happy sigh, Fay resumed her fingering, fondling the child’s pert bottom with her free hand.

Pausing to give me a quick kiss, Christina moved to join them, sliding between Emily’s thighs to take her little sister’s sex into her mouth. Fay’s hand was working frantically between her thighs as both our little girls made love to her.

Wanting to participate, I slid forward and rubbed my face against Christina’s flawless ass, eyeing my lover sinfully as I did so. She groaned and her mouth dropped open as she worked her clit even faster. Pressing my face between the girl’s cheeks and breathing in the wonderful mixed aroma of pussy and anus, I pried Christina’s cheeks apart and gazed hungrily at her pink star, licking my lips in anticipation.

I looked up to see that Fay was watching me at that moment — and with both hands parting her bottom, I extended my tongue to explore Christina’s asshole. The girl moaned into Fay’s cunt when she felt that first lick, clearly loving it.

That was when Fay began to come. With my mouth buried in Christina’s crack, I could feel the bed shake from my lover’s convulsions. Emily had to hold on for dear life as her aunt shook in ecstasy, bucking and rocking helplessly.

Christina continued to pleasure Emily’s vagina, and her body began to tremble when my index finger slipped into her juicy cunt. I had learned long ago how to make this child climax on cue, and with my finger probing her pussy and my tongue bathing her anus, she was just about there.

When Chris comes, it’s an intense yet quiet orgasm that makes her boyish body quiver gently, like a struck tuning fork. She was coming like that now, her anal ring gripping my finger as I worked the tip of it into her. I watched in delight as her ass-cheeks clenched tightly at the instant of release, her girlish body frozen in mindless rapture.

When Christina turned over, gasping for air, I lowered my body onto hers, pressing my full breasts into her smaller ones and kissing her luscious mouth as hotly as I was able. She wrapped her limber legs around my hips and giggled; my finger was still knuckle-deep in her hole. We kissed for a long while, savoring the sound of Emily’s whimpers as Fay licked her smooth slit.

Then Christina broke our kiss and grinned wickedly, “Get up on your hands and knees, Aunt Nicky,” she purred in a little-girl voice that never failed to spur my lust to wicked new highs, “I want to lick you now.”

How could I refuse an offer like that? I rose to my knees and positioned myself just above my teen lover’s face, pulse racing, then clutched the bedsheets, a small whimper escaping my lips as Christina’s tongue began to explore the wet folds of my cunt. I glanced to the other side of the bed, smiling up at a gasping Emily, who was now riding Fay’s face. I could clearly see my girlfriend’s tongue licking lovingly at Emily’s babyish slit, pleasuring our littlest girl. Then Emily, biting her lower lip, leaned forward a bit, sliding her hand between Fay’s thighs to touch her pussy.

I hummed with pleasure, savoring the feel of Christina’s hot mouth on my sex as I watched the others make love. I closed my eyes and, as I so often did these days, thought to myself, This is heaven.

*****

This story is a tribute / adaptation of the Frankie and Janey series of stories by Leslita author HoneyWest, one of the first writers to post at that site… and an author of considerable erotic power whose work you should check out immediately, if not sooner. I loved the original Frankie and Janey tales, enough to want to try my hand at a “cover version” of HoneyWest’s saga that put a different spin on it. She generously gave me the green light to do so, and I was off.

I rewrote the story fairly thoroughly — keeping some plot elements, discarding others, adding new text and dialogue, and changing the gender of one major character.

My heartfelt gratitude to HoneyWest for inspiration… and here’s hoping that we see a new story from her someday.

By JetBoy

Fay and I had been lovers for nearly a year before things changed drastically in our lives. What happened to us then was — but I’m getting ahead of the story.

My name is Nicole, but everyone calls me Nicky. When Fay and I first met, I was a receptionist for a pharmaceutical company and she was a chemist whose excuses for visiting the front office were getting lamer every day, since she was obviously coming to flirt with me. Finally, I told her that she should just ask me for a date and get it over with. She did, and I accepted.

I was a fairly attractive girl at twenty-three with a slim figure, a bit shy and reserved in my ways. I was never what you would call wild as a teenager, and even now I think of watching an old silent movie with a big bowl of popcorn as a satisfying way to spend an evening.

Fay was stunning at thirty-two. Downright beautiful, in fact, with a shapely figure and a humorous, outgoing personality that made you smile from across the room. I’d dated boys as a teen, though I’d had crushes on other girls for as long as I could remember. I finally worked out that I was a lesbian not long after starting college. Fay had known all her life.

The first time we went out was an old-fashioned date, with dinner and a long walk, ending with her giving me a chaste goodnight kiss at my apartment door. As for the second date — well, we didn’t make it out of her apartment for the entire weekend, lost in a marathon of every imaginable kind of sex that two women could share. We seemed to be made for one another, able to relate as friends as well as lovers.

There was only one odd note in our new relationship: when the subject of our fantasies arose one night while we were cuddling in bed, Fay shied away from the topic. I let it go, not wanting to seem nosy, but was still curious. I actually tried to tap into her computer files about a week after we became involved, to see what websites she might frequent — but it quickly became clear that Fay took the time to cover her tracks. This secrecy on her part left me slightly uneasy, but I decided to be patient and wait until she felt comfortable enough to share, telling myself to keep an open mind.

Fay and I seemed to mesh perfectly. At first we’d spend the weekends together and the rest in our own apartments; but quickly ended up wanting more, and finally moved in together. It worked out beautifully for us both. We were amazingly compatible as housemates, and the sex was awesome. I was walking on air, convinced that I had found the love of my life.

We had lived together for a year or so when Fay received the news: her sister Angela, a widow, had been killed in a car accident. She had lived more than a thousand miles away and didn’t have much to do with her lesbian sibling. I wasn’t sure why; Fay was always vague on the subject, and I didn’t push it.

Despite whatever it was between them, Fay chose to attend her sister’s funeral, catching a flight the next day. I expected her back a day or two later; she ended up staying nearly a week, letting me know that there was unresolved family business she was obliged to attend to.

Fay phoned a day before her flight home, and I immediately sensed that something was up.

“Nicky,” she began, “I need to talk to you about something… it’s pretty important.”

Oh, hell, I thought, a knot of tension suddenly pulsing at the base of my spine. This doesn’t sound good. “What’s up?” I asked, trying and failing to sound calm.

“Don’t panic, for God’s sake. Something’s come up, but it’s not a disaster, I promise. More of… an obligation, really.”

I felt a measure of relief, but was still nervous. “Just tell me you haven’t hooked up with some old high school girlfriend… and you’re giving me the heave-ho for her.”

“What? No, no — it’s nothing like that. I still love you madly, honeybunch. Now hush, and let me tell you what’s going on. It’s about my sister’s kids…”

She quickly laid out the details. Angela had two daughters, both still in grade school. The last time Fay had seen her sister, the oldest was only a toddler.

“They’re amazing,” she declared. “Sweet, bright and — well, they’re utterly adorable. You’ll see for yourself.”

“Um… I will?” I interjected, surprised.

“Oh, crap,” Fay groaned. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. Okay, let me explain.” So she laid out the situation that had fallen in her lap — and mine.

With the death of their mother, Emily and Christina had no one to turn to but Fay. The girls’ father had died of a heart attack five years earlier, and their only living grandparent, the father of Angela’s late husband, had advanced Alzheimer’s. There was also an uncle, a brother-in-law who had made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of taking in his nieces. “Not that I’d want him to, anyhow,” Fay muttered. “He’s a creep. Fucker hit on me right after the funeral.”

That left my lover as their only other blood relation, and Fay had already decided that she couldn’t allow her sister’s children to become wards of the state.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you, babe,” she sighed, “but I’ve got a responsibility here. We only really touched on the possibility of having kids of our own, so I’ll understand if you aren’t ready for this.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “You jerk. Think I’d leave you in the lurch the first time things got sticky?”

She had the good grace to sound sheepish. “Well… I didn’t know how ready you were to be a first-time mom…”

“Readier than you are, cupcake,” I countered. “God, I’m trying to imagine you raising two pre-teen girls on your lonesome. They’d be living like primates within a month.”

“Oooooohh!” she squealed. “I’m gonna spank you for that when we get back!”

“Oh, I’m ready to be punished by you, funbuns. You can smack me around with that nasty tongue of yours.”

After a few more choice pleasantries and the arrival time of her flight home the next day, we exchanged I-love-yous and she rang off. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I wondered how much Fay had told her nieces about me — and her lifestyle.

*****

Two days later I met my lover at the airport, where she stood next to the baggage carousel with one arm draped around the shoulders of a beautiful little girl. Then a slightly older girl peeked timidly from behind Fay.

“Welcome to San Francisco, guys,” Fay told her nieces, glancing from one to the other. “I want you to meet my roommate and best friend in the whole world, Nicky.”

Just like that, I was introduced to nine-year-old Emily and eleven-year-old Christina, two of the cutest kids I’d ever seen. They seemed dazed and shaken, no doubt overwhelmed by the emotional whirlwind of the last week, and my heart went out to them.

I greeted the girls warmly, giving them hugs and sunny smiles, then led our new family to where I’d parked.

On the drive home, Fay and I did our best to keep the mood lighthearted; it worked fairly well, given the circumstances. Little Emily began to ask questions about the sights, and soon Fay managed to draw big sister Christina into the conversation too.

Once the girls began to relax and grow more animated, I quickly found myself liking them enormously. Fay had not exaggerated one bit when she’d told me how bright and adorable her nieces were. The cold, cruel reality of their mother’s death still lingered, but I could tell that Christina and Emily were trying to make the best of this new situation — and their new life.

We detoured into a ice cream shop, where Fay gave the kids money and told them to get whatever they wanted.

The girls got in line, scanning the marquee for flavors, while I turned to my lover.

“Okay, I’m sold,” I told her. “If you’re ready to be a mom, then so am I.”

Breaking into an enormous smile, Fay reached for my hand, gave it a squeeze. “It it okay for me to be a little scared?”

“You’d be crazy not to be,” I assured her. “I sure am. But it’s the right thing to do.”

“God, I love you,” she whispered. “It’s going to be a hell of a ride… but we’ll make it work, won’t we?”

“Absolutely. Now come on, Mom — let’s grab a table.”

And just like that, our lives were changed completely.

*****

Clearly, our apartment was too small for a family of four, so we began the search for a suitable new home, immersing ourselves in the roller coaster of the Bay Area real estate market. The house we found was perfect and affordable, but wouldn’t be available for two months, so the girls were to sleep with Fay in her bed until we moved.

Having just lost their mother, thrust into a new environment, Fay and I decided not to complicate things even more by revealing the true nature of our relationship, so we elected not to come out to the kids just yet. I was magically transformed into Aunt Nicky, Fay’s best friend and roommate.

The kids seemed to adjust quickly to their new lives, all things considered, though Fay’s attempts at taking care of what I called “mom business,” were sometimes clumsy, often hilarious. She did her best, though, and the girls were amazingly patient and understanding. Before long, parenthood seemed like second nature to Fay. It was a side of my lover that I never even knew was there. I did my share of the mothering, too, and by the end of the first month we were a genuine family.

It helped that the girls were so good-natured. Emily was quiet, sweet, and very, very cute. Christina was smart as a whip and drop-dead gorgeous, with a face that told you she was going to be an enchantress when she grew into womanhood. I’d noticed how Fay almost seemed spellbound by her at times, and I knew just how she felt — the child was that striking.

Fay and I tried to maintain an atmosphere of normality in our household, but to be honest, I missed my lover. I missed tasting her pussy. I missed spending time in her bed straddling her, rubbing our moist cunts together. I missed spreading her buttocks apart and licking her asshole. I missed having her warm body next to mine while I slept.

We toyed with the notion of getting away for a night of steamy sex in a hotel, but Fay was nervous about leaving the kids with a babysitter just yet. So we settled for what snatches of sex we could steal — a furtive hand slipped into Fay’s panties, a heavy petting session on the couch as the kids slept down the hall, a hot tongue kiss now and then.

It was during one of these make-out sessions — me with a hand in her slacks, fingering her pussy and anus, Fay groping me inside my shirt, rolling my nipples between her fingers — that she suddenly decided to reveal her secret side.

“Okay. So you want to know what really turns me on?” she whispered. “I mean, you’ve asked me enough times.”

“Yes,” I panted excitedly, “Please, Fay, tell me!” She could see in my eyes that I was ready to know the truth.

Fay moistened her lips, parted them to speak… then Emily could be heard in the hallway, crying that she’d had a nightmare.

I could have screamed with sheer frustration. Instead I gave a heavy sigh. Fay quickly rose to her feet, adjusted herself and, with a resigned smile, went to soothe her niece. After awhile, she came into the living room with Emily, who was drifting off to sleep in her arms.

She kissed me and shrugged. “I promise, babe,” she said, “Tomorrow night, I’ll tell you everything.”

The next evening, the girls had a blanket spread out on the living room floor and were watching Dexter’s Laboratory while we adults were cuddling on the couch. Suddenly Fay raised her head, peering at Christina and Emily. Following her gaze, I saw that the girls had both fallen asleep.

Turning to shush me, Fay slipped from my arms, rose to her feet and tiptoed from the room, telling me with a gesture to stay put. My heart began to throb in anticipation, knowing that my lover had something exciting planned.

Soon, she rejoined me on the sofa, cradling what looked like a photo album in her hands. Gazing warmly at me, she tapped it with a nervous smile. “This is what you wanted to know about me,” she whispered. “What I’m into.”

Aching with curiosity, I reached out for the thick plastic-covered binder.

Handing it to me, Fay whispered, “Now you have to understand, I’ve never done this kind of thing myself… but it turns me on more than just about anything.”

When I opened the book, I felt a flush of surprised arousal. On the first page was a beautifully drawn picture of a young girl, about six or seven, completely nude. She was posing for the artist in an unashamed manner; legs parted, her bare slit slightly open.

I gasped and stared at Fay, but she wouldn’t meet my eyes. I turned the page, then another — and saw more drawings, lithographs and sketches with the same theme. One had two young girls touching each other’s slits; another beautifully rendered line drawing had a mother and daughter — both nude, the child sitting on her mother’s lap suckling her breast, the woman’s hand provocatively placed under the girl’s bottom.

I turned another page to see a Japanese anime shot of a woman being licked by a girl child, then a series of very old photographs from what appeared to be almost a century ago, all of naked little girls.

I felt my mouth go dry, my heart race. I kept looking at the drawings, unsure of how to respond, conscious of how incredibly wet my pussy was — stunned by how perfectly the forbidden desires of my lover mirrored my own.

By my eighteenth year, I’d finally understood that I was gay, and the secret longings I felt for other girls were part and parcel of my real self. That summer, my mom and dad had taken me to Granddad’s lodge at Lake Sims, where we met up with my Aunt Edna, Uncle Fred and my twelve-year-old cousin Rebecca, who I hadn’t seen for at least five years.

Rebecca and I shared a room at the lodge, and gravitated naturally into hanging out together — which freed up the adults to spend their time listening to country music, watching Fox News and playing endless games of bridge — all of which I hated with a passion.

I was surprised and a little frightened to find myself feeling a sexual attraction to Rebecca. She was a sweet, adorable kid who was just beginning to bloom into womanhood, and soon I was indulging in hot masturbation fantasies about her while she slept in the bed next to mine.

Nothing came of my lust for her, of course — I was still grappling with the idea of being gay, and there was no way I could have ever summoned up the nerve to make a move on my underage cousin. She and I went skinny dipping a few times, and once I got to dry her off afterwards.

That week at the lake and those magical hours with Rebecca made its mark on my soul, leaving me with a secret hunger for cute nymphets. It troubled, even frightened me, but those dangerous longings wouldn’t be denied.

Oh, I threw myself headlong into the queer lifestyle once I’d returned to college, but still found myself lusting after pre-teen girls. The Olsen twins got me wet, Hilary Duff brought me to the boil. And as for Emma Watson — well, my friends were constantly making fun of me about my obsession with the early Harry Potter movies. They didn’t know how often I fingered myself to orgasm, dreaming of attending Hogwarts and romping in bed for hours with Hermione Granger… or indulging in wild threesomes with her and Ginny Weasley.

Then there were the little girls I saw in real life — baby sisters of my school friends, kids at neighborhood playgrounds, at the local library or the mall. No matter how much sex I had with women my age or older, I still fixated on girls twelve or younger — sometimes as young as seven or eight.

It became second nature for me to keep these feelings hidden, so it had never occurred to me to share them with Fay. After all my obsession about her sexual appetites, it struck me that I’d been just as secretive.

I turned to see Fay studying me with nervous anticipation, so scared that I’d be disgusted with her. So I whispered, “Wow, babe… this is fucking hot.”

“Really!?” she squeaked, her face lighting up.

I shushed her, and leaned forward to check the kids… both still asleep. I took advantage of this by kissing Fay passionately, probing her mouth with my tongue. I felt her hand unfasten my pants, slipping inside to cup my wet cunt. Soon the only sounds in the room were wacky cartoon voices and my squishing pussy.

I glanced up at the girls again — and suddenly, I was drinking in the sight of Christina as she lay on her belly, feeling a crazy urge to pull down her panties and kiss her bare bottom. No, no… I can’t think like that.

Opening the book again, I fumbled through its pages while Fay pleasured me — and when I saw an illustration of two mature women disrobing a young girl, I went off like a firework, grabbing a throw pillow and clutching it to my mouth as Fay’s fingers brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm.

I grabbed my lover by the hand and led her quickly into the bedroom, where I pushed her onto the bed, tore our clothes off and, lifting her leg up, crushed our pussies together. As our thrusts found a steady rhythm, we began to fuck like crazed animals, grinding wetly until Fay and I exploded in a glorious mutual climax.

Afterwards we lay entwined, basking in a shared sense of well-being. I’d never loved Fay more, now that I knew I was no longer alone in my feelings for little girls.

Brushing my damp bangs to one side, she murmured, “I love you, Nicky. God, I was so worried that you’d think I was a horrible person.”

“No, babe,” I crooned, kissing the tip of her nose. “Never. And I love you too.”

*****

It was astonishing just how quickly things changed for Fay and I after the kids came into our lives. In the space of a few months we went from two single lesbians to a family of four — complete with PTA meetings, Saturday morning cartoons, scattered toys, juice boxes and helping with homework.

We finally picked a day to sit the girls down and tell them that their aunt and I were a couple. We were a little nervous and halting in our presentation, so Christina helped explain things to her little sister.

“See, Emily, instead of a man and woman, Aunt Fay and Aunt Nicky are a woman and a woman,” she told her sibling, as if she was a second grade teacher explaining to her class how the letter “C” has two different sounds.

Kids are way too sophisticated these days. It turned out that at least one other child in her new class had gay parents, and the school was liberal about such matters, being far more concerned about students who were from single-parent homes.

Fay and I were delighted that the girls were okay with our relationship, yet something about their response seemed odd to me, something I couldn’t quite pin down. For one thing, they didn’t seem very curious about the whole thing. The night before, after the girls had gone to bed, I’d sat down at the kitchen table with Fay and we’d discussed how we would answer the barrage of questions they were certain to hit us with, once the cat was out of the bag about our being lovers.

Instead, Christina and Emily had seemed very matter-of-fact about our revelation. It seemed a little weird, but I finally decided with a shrug that, after all, gays and lesbians were so much more visible these days that kids didn’t see same-sex preference as such a big deal.

Anyhow, it was fantastic to finally be open about ourselves to the girls — we could be openly affectionate with each other in front of them, cuddling and kissing one another. Like most parents, though, Fay and I always waited until the girls were asleep before allowing our passions to flare hot and heavy.

All in all, our little experiment in domesticity was a success. The kids seemed perfectly happy with their new home, as were Fay and I. Neither of us had ever planned on having children, or even given any serious thought to the matter — but now we couldn’t imagine life without Christina and Emily.

The one thing we kept from the girls was our secret passion for, well, little girls. Fay and I delighted in our lovemaking, but every once in awhile we would pull that album of photos and drawings out of hiding and pore through its pages before attacking each other in a lustful frenzy. Now and again, we would surprise each other with new drawings or photos, mostly found on the internet. One day, I stumbled upon a website with hundreds and hundreds of lesbian stories about young girls. Needless to say, that site became a frequent stop of ours.

Then there were certain times when Fay and I would nestle close, finger each other’s cunts and, in hushed tones, fantasize about Christina and Emily, getting off to wild fantasies of the things we would love to do with our kids.

Mind you, we were determined to be good parents and had promised each other that our children would always be off limits in that sense. Not that we didn’t fantasize about them, mind you.

First there was Christina. My God, that girl was so beautiful. At eleven, her body seemed to manifest what I loved most in a little girl: a boyish shape that seemed to radiate femininity. She moved gracefully, lithe and relaxed as a cat. Her face was striking — lips that made you long to nibble them, a cute button nose and eyes that warmed your soul. She could have been a child model, and was clearly destined to be a gorgeous woman. Every time I saw her bottom jiggle as she walked away from me, I had to remind myself of the promise Fay and I had made to behave ourselves.

Then there was Emily — the pixie, the enchantress. She moved so quickly and quietly that the rest of us made jokes about her magical ability to vanish and appear at will. Emily had a wisdom beyond her nine years; she wasn’t a chatterbox like so many girls of her age, but couldn’t be called timid either. Her hair was cut short — she preferred it that way — and her eyes were deep pools of blue. She still had a child’s body, innocent of womanly attributes. Yet I desired Emily almost as strongly as I did her big sister, especially when she raced about the house wearing nothing but colorful underpants. I’d imagine what it would be like to press my face between her bare thighs, lips and nose buried in the soft cotton, breathing in her little-girl scent — then I’d chide myself yet again. Enough already, Nicole. Enough!

Fay and I might have gone on for years, secretly desiring our girls and always fighting that desire. But then one day, I witnessed something that would ultimately turn all our lives upside down.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

I was down with a mild case of the flu, doing my best to sleep it away. The illness seemed to have run its course by Sunday, but I was still enjoying the bed rest when Fay stuck her head in to let me know she was off to the grocery store, and did I need anything?

I put in a request for Honey Nut Cheerios and chicken soup mix, and Fay blew me a kiss. I heard her telling the kids that she had to run to the store for a bit and to let Aunt Nicky rest. Goodbyes were exchanged, the front door opened and closed, and Fay was gone.

The last thing I remember hearing was Emily playing with her toys in the living room, then I drifted off for a few minutes.

Out of nowhere, I was jerked awake. Puzzled, I sat up, rubbed my eyes. There had been no sound, and no one else was in the room, but I sensed that someone had looked in on me. Struggling to my feet, I made my clumsy way to the bedroom door. If the girls were up to something they shouldn’t be, I intended to nip it in the bud before Fay got back.

I caught a glimpse of Christina holding Emily’s hand, leading baby sister into her bedroom. She quickly glanced up and down the hallway, and I managed to draw back just before she spied me.

My curiosity was instantly roused. What were they up to?

I was naked, so I hastily slipped on a pair of panties, then shrugged into my robe. Making my way into the hallway, I crept toward Christina’s room, pausing in mid-motion when I saw that her door was partially open, which eased my suspicions somewhat.

Still, I felt that something furtive was going on, so I opted to peek in through the other side, where the hinges were. It was a narrower opening, but allowed me to see plenty.

I took one glance — and nearly keeled over on the spot.

Emily was lying on the bed, bare from the waist down — shorts on the floor, panties ringing her ankle. She was staring at Christina, who was kneeling between her legs. It was all I could do not to gasp out loud as Christina’s lips parted and she began to lick her nine-year-old sister’s bare slit. She paused to adorn it with a warm kiss, then licked again.

Little Emily’s eyes drifted shut as she relaxed, giving herself over to pleasure. From where I stood, I had a great view of Christina’s mouth and tongue, lovingly kissing and licking at Emily’s sex — clearly, it was not the first time this adolescent girl had gone down on her baby sister.

I was rooted to the spot, my mind a jumble. On one hand, this was one of the hottest sights imaginable; on the other, they were just kids — and siblings!

Should I stop this? Weren’t they too young to be having sex? Maybe I ought to give them their space, let them explore each other if they wanted. On the other hand, was it okay for Christina to be giving oral to her own sister? Then again, what harm were they doing?

Emily’s lips were parted, and a tiny whimper escaped her throat as Christina went down on her. She was caressing her flat chest, occasionally pinching and tugging at her nipples.

Meanwhile, there I was, torn between two possibilities — break up this little sex party or leave them be. I was unable to decide, my mind locked in neutral.

To this day, I’m uncertain what I would have done if the moment hadn’t been interrupted by Fay.

Christina’s head popped up at the sound of jingling at the front door. Fay had too many keys on her ring, and always needed a few seconds to locate the right one. I saw Christina spring to her feet, while Emily frantically squirmed back into her panties. Me, I scampered back to the bedroom on tiptoe, pausing just long enough to shed my bathrobe before diving beneath the sheets.

Fay stuck her head in the bedroom moments later, her brow furrowed with concern. “Wow, you look all flushed, babe… you’re not having a relapse, are you?”

I made some lame excuse about being uncomfortably hot — thankfully, Fay bought it.

We ate lunch a few minutes later. All the while, I was amazed that neither child gave anything away about the sex games they were playing. I don’t mean that the girls were incapable of keeping secrets… but they were so nonchalant that you wouldn’t think there was a secret to keep. Not even sly glances to each other.

Me, I could never get away with bad behavior as a child, because Mom could always read me like a book, no matter how I tried to seem relaxed and casual. Now we were all seated at the dinner table with Christina talking about how her teacher broke a heel on her shoe in the middle of class, casual as anything. You’d never guess that she’d been nuzzling her little sister’s sex with that mouth just moments ago.

All the while I was on fire, aroused beyond belief by the thought of our little girls making love. I could see Emily’s babyish sex being caressed by Christina’s tongue, every time I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t decide for the life of me whether to tell Fay what I’d seen or not. As her lover and partner, it was my responsibility to let her know what our kids had been doing. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure that I even understood what they were doing. Was it love, lust, playing doctor, or simply a case of young girls imitating their lesbian mommies?

There was a furious debate raging back and forth in my head — but in the end, I chose to say nothing for the moment.

Sex with Fay was incredible that night, by the way. The arousal I felt proved to be contagious, and we really went to town on one another. I got my whole hand into Fay’s cunt for the first time, and she almost chewed her way through a pillow when she came. I think we fell asleep in the sixty-nine position.

As we lay cuddling the next morning, I heard the kids bumping about. That’s when I decided to approach little Christina in private when I got the chance and ask about the lesbian games she’d been playing with her baby sister.

My opportunity arrived sooner than I expected. We’d made plans to take Emily to the mall for new clothes, and I bowed out, citing the need to finish some office work that I’d gotten behind on while out with the flu. Then I surprised Christina by asking her to stay and keep me company. Fay just smiled knowingly and left with Emily, probably thinking that I was making some kind of plans for her upcoming birthday.

I brought a tray with milk, cookies and a cup of tea into the living room, then asked Christina to join me there. She entered cautiously, clearly sensing that something was up. Chris was wearing a cute dress with spaghetti straps that showed off her exquisite shoulders in a way that made me quiver inside. None of that, I sternly told myself. This is serious.

Christina was nervous, restlessly rubbing her bare feet together. I suppose it was obvious to us both that I needed to discuss something important, so I got straight to the point.

“Christina, you know what I want to talk about, don’t you?”

She looked away and nodded. “I… I think so. Does Aunt Fay know?”

“No, not yet. Right now, this is between you and me — and Emily, of course.”

Christina’s head jerked up abruptly, a shocked expression on her face at the mention of her sister’s name. “Emily?”

She grew pale with fear as I recounted what I’d seen her doing to her sister, then began to plead with me to keep their secret. Her voice was taut with panic as she begged me not to tell anyone else about what I’d witnessed that afternoon, not even Aunt Fay.

“Please, Aunt Nicky! No one can know! We promised! If they find out… they’ll, they’ll take Emily away and not let us be sisters anymore! We promised n-never to tell!”

I gazed deep into her eyes, my curiosity raging. “Who did you make this promise to, honey?”

Horrified at what she’d just said, the girl fell silent… but I now knew who it was, and my head spun at the realization. “Christina…” I began, “did your mother make you promise? Is that it? Do you want to tell me about it?”

Christina just stared at her knees. Me, I hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Then it occurred to me: she was surprised when I mentioned her sister. What else did she think I wanted to discuss with her?

“Chris,” I said soothingly, and she raised her stricken face to mine. “You thought I wanted to talk about something different, didn’t you?”

“Oh,” she said, as if it no longer mattered. “I thought you found out about me looking at your book. The one with all the naked girls in it. I forgot to put one of the pictures back after I borrowed it.”

This time, my mouth fell open. “But… but we keep that in the bedroom safe!”

“I know. I, um, saw you do the combination when you put some papers away.” Frightened as she was, Chris managed a small, sly smile. “You guys are a lot like Mommy. She wasn’t too good at hiding stuff, either.”

Information moved more freely after that. Since we both had the goods on each other, we were equals in sin and therefore confidants. I told Christina that I’d answer any questions she had about our collection of Lolita art if she would tell me about her and Emily… and their mother.

Before she began, though, I made it clear that no one was going to separate her and Emily; that Fay and I wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. Her fears eased, Chris became more forthcoming.

The girls’ father had died when she was nine and Emily was seven. Her mother, Angela, had taken the loss very badly. Sometimes Christina heard her crying at night and knew that she was missing their daddy very much. Not wanting her mom to feel alone, Chris began to tiptoe into Angela’s room and crawl into bed with her, to keep Mommy company.

At first they cuddled and drifted to sleep together, but soon Angela began to touch and caress the little girl’s body. She would run her hands over Christina’s flat chest, fondle her bottom, then slip a hand between the child’s thighs to gently caress her slit. Chris was a bit startled at first, but quickly came to love her mother’s touches.

Then Angela began teaching her daughter how to kiss like a grownup, where your mouths move together and lips open to let the tongues meet and play. Christina loved this new way of kissing, especially when she and her mommy took all their nightwear off and held each other close. They would lie together for a long while, naked and kissing like lovers do in the movies.

It was not long afterward that Angela began to kiss other parts of Christina’s body, starting with the girl’s soft neck, then moving down to lick at her nipples. Christina’s eyes were distant as she told me about how good that had felt, her mom’s warm mouth nuzzling her chest. Then Angela lavished kisses on her tummy as she continued on a journey down her daughter’s body.

When Mommy kissed her pussy for the first time, Christina had been utterly shocked, never having heard of such a thing before. But the feeling of Angela’s soft mouth and hot tongue exploring the most intimate parts of her body soon had the ten-year-old girl moaning with pleasure. Her mother licked, sucked and nibbled at the child’s sex, guiding Chris through her very first orgasm.

“I never imagined that anything could feel that good!” she declared excitedly. “It was like I was a — a rocket, shooting up to the moon!”

For the next few nights, Christina slipped into her mother’s room, shucking her nightshirt to join Angela in bed, and every night they would lie together and kiss passionately for a long while. then her mother would crawl between the child’s legs and lick her until she came.

Then one night, Angela asked her little girl if she would like to make Mommy happy, too. Chris was eager to oblige, so Angela lay back, opening herself to the child.

Christina was shy at first, but the excitement of giving her mother those wonderful feelings soon had her boldly exploring the delights of womanly love. She quickly found that she loved the taste of her mother’s sex… and with Angela showing her how, eagerly licked the older woman to a wrenching climax.

After that blissful night, mother and daughter slept together on a regular basis, playing sweet games that kept Angela smiling and humming during the day and made little Christina a very happy little girl. Mommy taught her everything there was to know about how to make love, all the while stressing the importance of keeping their special games a secret, reminding her child that a single careless remark might be enough to get her in serious trouble and cause the authorities to break up their family.

Soon after little Emily turned eight, Angela and Christina made the decision to include her in their nighttime pleasures. They brought her to Angela’s bed one night, undressed her and showered the little girl with playful affection.

At first they shared soft kisses and gentle touches that would occasionally stray to Emily’s bottom or slip between her legs. But soon they were introducing the child to more explicit delights, teaching her everything about lesbian lovemaking… and after two weeks, the precocious eight-year-old was an eager participant in Angela and Christina’s incestuous games. Mother and daughters would kiss and fondle one another, then take turns pleasuring each other with their fingers and mouths. Angela especially enjoyed sitting back and masturbating as she watched her daughters make love.

My mouth was dry, heart thumping as Christina quietly described the lesbian life that she and Emily shared with their mother. I watched the girl’s face light up as she told me how happy they’d been together. Christina sincerely believed that their newfound intimacy only made the three of them even closer as a family than ever before.

“We always loved each other,” she said softly, “and now, we were in love, too.”

Aside from their bedtime games, they led a fairly typical, contented family life until Angela’s fateful car crash. Chris began to cry when she got to that part of the story, and I took her in my arms and held her for awhile.

Then Christina went on to explain what I’d seen her doing to Emily the day before. She and her sister had made the painful decision to put their sex play on hold for the time being — but the sweet memories of those nights of passion were too strong to resist, especially while sharing a house with two grown lesbians. One night not long after Fay and I had come out to the girls, Emily had crept into her big sister’s bed, feeling blue and hungering to be loved. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before the two sisters were naked and pleasuring one another. After that, Christina and Emily had taken every opportunity possible to make love.

By this time, I was aching with arousal, my cunt dripping. Sitting next to me in that pretty blue dress, Chris spoke of lesbian incest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At that moment, I felt oddly aware of my own ‘adultness’ next to this little girl. I was supposed to be the grownup here, but damn it, I wanted to take a pair of scissors to those thin spaghetti straps, lay Christina down and lick her nipples, now plainly visible through the thin cloth of the dress.

Taking a shaky sip of tea, I reminded myself for the umpteenth time about the promise Fay and I had made.

Christina gazed anxiously at me, nibbling her lower lip. “Are you going to tell Aunt Fay?”

Tell her what? That her late sister loved little girls just as much as we did?

“Did you think Fay might be upset about what happened between you and your mother?”

Christina shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. Mom told us never to tell anyone. Emily and I figured you’d be pretty mad if you caught us.” She was still absently rubbing her bare feet together. “But then I found… you know.”

“Our scrapbook, you mean? I should spank you for going in our private things like that.” I tried to come off as stern, but it just sounded foolish, so I dropped the act. “Listen to me, honey. Your Aunt Fay and I love you and Emily very much. We would never separate you two for any reason and only want the best for the both of you. We want very much to be as good a mom as, well,your mom was, and make you girls happy, okay?”

She pondered my words, then nodded. “Okay, Aunt Nicky. So… how come you have all those pictures of little girls with no clothes on?”

Then I tried to explain about the drawings we kept in the scrapbook, but it was difficult for me to describe our taboo desires to a eleven-year-old without revealing the lustful feelings we had for her and Emily. I was stumbling for the right words when she cut me off.

“Aunt Nicky? Would you like to see me naked?”

My God, how can she ask me that? Am I so easy to read?

I couldn’t lie to her. I just couldn’t.

“Um, y-yes, actually I would,” I stammered. “But I don’t know… I mean, I’m not sure…”

Christina slid the thin straps off her shoulders and pulled the front of her dress down to bare her nipples. Watching me carefully, she tweaked them with her fingers. “Mommy said I’d prob’ly have boobs like hers someday. I think Aunt Fay’s are bigger, though.” She glanced up at me. “Can I see yours…?”

By then, any promises I had made were about to go out the window. I didn’t consider myself a noble person in the first place, so I removed my top and, unsnapping my bra from the front, revealed my breasts to her.

“Mine aren’t as big as Fay’s, but they’re very sensitive.” I whispered, my heart racing. “Would you… would you like to kiss them, Chrissie?”

I bit my lip as Christina leaned over and began to suck my right nipple. The feel of her soft cheek against my breast was heavenly, and her tongue was doing everything right. My hand slipped under the skirt I wore and into my panties, trembling fingers quickly finding the magic spot as Christina wrapped her arms around me and tongued one nipple, then the other.

Gazing down, I watched in awe at the sight of my deepest, most secret fantasy coming true — a young girl making love to me. Better still, I was being pleasured by the girl I’d obsessed about endlessly for months. It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be.

My hand slid down to her leg and began to caress her silky thigh, sliding her dress up as I moved steadily higher. My fingers had just touched the front of Christina’s panties, exploring the outline of her slit when we suddenly heard the sound of Fay’s keys jangling, as she tried to find the one that fit our door.

Christina and I jumped to our feet in a panic, straightening our clothes and bumping into each other trying to strike a casual pose. We heard Fay drop her keys and curse.

“Quick,” I whispered, “run to your bedroom — put on some music or read a book or something!”

Christina quickly kissed me, her tongue darting between my parted lips, then raced down the hall to her room. I opened the front door and Emily darted past me, headed for the toilet.

“She had to go really bad.” Fay chuckled, putting her bag down, kissing me and then eyeing me curiously. “What’s up, lover? Your cheeks are kinda pink.”

Shit. “Oh, I was on the computer, looking at some stuff you might like for your birthday,” I lied. “Fun stuff.”

Fay raised an eyebrow. “A package from Good Vibrations, maybe? I like the sound of that.” Reaching out, she gave my left nipple a gentle tweak. I felt it right down to my clit. “Where’s Chris?”

“She’s in her room… doing homework, I think.”

She peered at me suspiciously. “Are you two planning some birthday thing for me? Remember, I don’t want any big surprises. Just something simple, okay?”

“Oh don’t worry. There won’t be any surprises. And it’ll be simple.”

Okay, so that time I was really lying.

*****

It was Fay’s birthday — a Saturday. I’d awakened her with what I hoped was a lovely rim job, making love to her asshole until she was begging me to finger her pussy.

After making love we roused the kids to spend the day celebrating. She opted to let the girls pick what we would do first, and they wanted to hit the local Chuck E. Cheese. I thought that was a good idea, since this place offered special features the other venue didn’t. On the second floor circling the play area were private, soundproof rooms that allowed adults to watch their kids below and keep their sanity.

The two of us sat in a cubicle and drank a few beers as we watched little Emily diving in and out of a cage filled with colorful plastic balls. Chris was close by keeping an eye on her, as she’d always done. I figured this would be a good time to enlighten my life partner on what had been going on in our home… and what might be in store for both of us that night, if things went as I hoped they might.

Fay laughed at the sight of Emily scrambling into some kind of treehouse tunnel. “You know, my sister and I didn’t exactly get along a lot of the time. But I have to admit that Angela did an amazing job with Chris and Emily.” She sighed. “I just hope that, wherever she is, she knows they’re healthy and happy.”

I hadn’t been sure where to start, but this was a perfect opening. “Why didn’t you get along with your sister? You’ve never spoken much about her.”

“Oh,” Fay shrugged, “I never made it a secret my being gay and, well, she had a really hard time with it. I was never sure why. Anyway, we never talked much after I left home.” She took a sip from her beer.

“You know,” I tried to sound casual, “I’ll bet your sister thought a lot differently of you later on in her life.”

“Oh yeah?” she chuckled bitterly. “I bet she wouldn’t have wanted me to get custody of her kids, that’s for sure. Raised by a pair of dykes — no, I don’t think she’d have gone for that.”

I could tell that these thoughts about her late sister was making her a bit depressed, so I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back, then remembered where we were and pulled back. “Stop. Other people can see us in here.”

“Then let them. You’re my lover and I want to kiss you.”

She gave me a quick peck, then glanced at the kids. “Christina keeps… looking up at us. Think we’re embarrassing her or something?”

I took a deep breath. “Actually… I think she’s waiting to see your mouth pop open.”

Fay gave me a look of utter bewilderment. “Come again?”

Well, it’s now or never, I thought. “Fay, being lesbians has never been a problem for either of us, right? I mean, you and I have been happy together with no reservations.”

“Nicky, what are—”

I raised my hand, halting her in mid-sentence. “But we happen to be lesbians who are attracted to little girls. In fact, we’re both turned on by our own kids, aren’t we? You and I, we’ve both had fantasies about making love to them.”

Fay nodded, her mouth slightly open, though with a nervous glance around to make sure no one was within earshot.

But we don’t really feel shame or remorse because of that. I mean, we’ve never acted on those fantasies, have we? I mean, despite the fact that you and I do feel sexual desire for Christina and Emily, we made a promise that we’d never try to make love to them. And we haven’t. Now why is that?”

Fay started to speak, thought better of it and let me continue.

“Because we wanted the kids to have a normal and unaffected life with us. And they do. Hell, they’re better than normal. They’re the best behaved kids I’ve ever seen, and the most responsible.”

Fay was staring at me, clearly growing impatient. “Nicky… c’mon now, what are you getting at?”

“Well, I just want you to keep that in mind when I tell you some things.”

Her eyes widened with rising impatience. “What ‘things’?”

“Okay.” I took a long slug of beer to steel myself. “Remember when I was sick at the start of last week and you went to the store, and left me home with the kids? Well, while you were gone… I saw Christina going down on her sister.”

Sure enough, Christina saw Fay’s jaw drop. I gave my best case for why I didn’t tell Fay about it sooner, but I don’t think it mattered — she was in a state of shock. She gulped down the dregs of her beer, then looked down again, clearly seeking Christina, but unable to see her. I could, though… she was hiding in a crowd of kids, still watching us.

“Well,” she finally composed herself, “I suppose we need to have a talk with Christina. Now, I don’t want us to sound judgmental or anything, but if this is just the kids experimenting–”

I stopped her there. “It’s not experimenting, babe. Emily and Christina are lovers, and have been for a long while.”

Fay couldn’t speak at first. Finally she got out, “What do you mean? How… how do you know that?”

Slowly, carefully, I told her about my own little talk with Christina, slowly building to the part about her sister Angela and her incestuous games with the kids.

I wasn’t sure if Fay was mortified, angry, or just plain blown away by the news, as she was getting a little tipsy, having just finished downing the last two-thirds of my beer to top off the three she’d already had. She just sat there, barely moving and not speaking at all, absorbing the whole shocking story.

Finally, when I reached the end and fell silent, waiting for her reply, she took my hand, gave it a squeeze, and rose to her feet.

“Time to go,” was all she said. “We’ll talk about this later.”

When we left, my lover was sitting in the passenger seat with an unreadable expression on her face. She had not said anything to Christina or me, just looked straight ahead. Chris was quiet too, unsure what to make of the situation, while Emily had tuckered herself out and fell asleep next to her sister.

By the time we were back home from lunch I was beginning to worry, as Fay had scarcely spoken a word since we got in the car. I followed her upstairs to our bedroom, waiting for her to say something, anything.

She slipped off her jeans and shirt and crawled into bed. “I need to sleep on this, Nicky,” she said softly. “It’s a lot to think about and I’m a little drunk. Just give me some time alone to work things out, okay?”

I smiled wryly. “Of course, babe.” I leaned down to give her a gentle kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

Drawing the blankets up to her chin, I tiptoed from our room.

“Is she okay?” Christina asked me as I stepped into the hallway.

“She’s fine. She took it pretty well.”

“Really?!” Christina squealed happily.

“So, what about your sister? Did you two…”

Christina nodded. “I told her everything.”

“And how does she feel… about what you and I discussed?”

Her eyes shining, my eleven-year-old angel reached for my hand. “Emily wants what I want, Nicky.”

She had never called me ‘Nicky’ before… and something about the way she said it made me tingle all over. My pulse was racing with anticipation, and Christina was clearly excited as well.

“We’ll see how Aunt Fay feels when she wakes up,” I said, squeezing her hand, “and after I tell her what you and I talked about. I think she’ll like the idea, Christina. I know I do.”

Christina moved closer, tilting her face up to mine. “I love you, Nicky.” Her lips touched mine, and then she and I were sharing a hot, passionate kiss — a kiss that held the possibility of sweeter pleasures to come.

I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her slender body and crush it to mine, but somehow managed to gently break away. “Okay, babe. You should take a nap now and get rested up for dinner tonight. We’ll give Aunt Fay a birthday she’ll never forget.”

The little pre-teen devil winked at me. “That’s for sure,” she cooed, then practically skipped down the hall to her room.

*****

I was waiting beside the bed when Fay woke up. She was cool and collected, if a bit awed. “Wow. My own sister, of all people,” she mused, “doing things with the girls that I only dream about.”

“So,” I asked, “are you cool with it now?”

Fay looked confused and rubbed her head. “I guess. I mean… it’s a shock. My sister! Jesus.” She gave me a shy smile. “You know, the more I think of it, the more jealous I get.”

“Mmmm… glad to hear you say that, lover.”

Fay’s gave me a sideways glance. “Really? Why?”

“Well, you know… the girls consider you their mother now. They’d like to make you happy.” I took her hand in mine, my eyes burning into hers. “They want to make both of us happy.”

Fay’s mouth fell open. That was getting to be a habit with her.

“Get dressed,” I said, “You’re still getting a birthday dinner.”

Continue on to Part Three

By JetBoy

The rain was coming down in torrents when a sudden flash of white light shattered the darkness outside, soon followed by a violent thunderclap that seemed to rock the house on its foundation. Then the sound of Mindy, crying out in terror at the noise, set my heart to racing.

I’d been awakened a few minutes before by the grumbling of the storm, and spent a minute or two staring at the ceiling, resenting the heat, unable to return to sleep. When I heard Mindy scream, I quickly jumped up, disentangled myself from the sheet and raced down the hallway to her bedroom.

Although it was very dark, there was just enough visibility for me to see Mindy sitting up in bed, shaking all over and sobbing. “I’m… I’m scared,” she whimpered.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” I crooned as I drew the child’s slight body to mine, enfolding her in my arms.

Even as I whispered soothing words to the terrified child, I was happy for the chance to hold her. It felt wonderful, considering how emotionally frustrating the past three months with her had been.

I’d wanted everything to be perfect when I agreed to become Mindy’s adoptive parent. She’d never known her father, and her mother had died in a bicycling accident, leaving her orphaned at the vulnerable age of ten. Since she had no living relations, the state had no choice but to hand Mindy to Child Welfare, where I discovered her. Despite being single, and a lesbian, I was given the opportunity to become her new mother.

Sadly, she was emotionally distant with me from day one. I’d tried every way I could imagine to break through her shell, but to no avail. She wasn’t hostile, mind you, just unresponsive and sad. She had withdrawn into her suffering and loss, and my affection for her just wasn’t enough… at least not yet. I still dared to hope that I might somehow win Mindy over, but felt increasingly discouraged. What did she need that I couldn’t give?

Another flash of lightning, another rumble of thunder — not as loud this time, but Mindy still flinched. With that, I made a decision.

“You can stay with me tonight, honey,” I murmured. I gently lifted Mindy up, cradling her in my arms as I carried her through the house to my bed. Fortunately, I made the trip safely… since the electricity had gone off earlier, we were in near-complete darkness, except for the occasional flash of lightning.

I gently lay Mindy down on one side of the bed, then drew the blankets over her thin body. Shipping into bed beside her, it occurred to me that I was wearing only panties, but it couldn’t be helped. Without power there was no air conditioning, and I couldn’t even open the windows, as the high winds would blow the rain in and soak everything. I’d been meaning to buy some heavy-duty screens, but had put it off again and again. So the house was hot, even with the rain — much too hot for pajamas.

I lay down beside Mindy and reached out to draw her to me, innocently resting her head on my breast. I was startled when, after a moment, she took my left nipple into her mouth.

Although I’d never given birth to a child, the feeling of Mindy’s warm mouth against my breast was what I’d always imagined nursing to be like. She was doing what my lovers had done to me many times before, but more naturally, somehow. It was like nothing I had ever experienced.

I adjusted my body slightly to provide Mindy easier access to my breast. Not for a moment did I think of stopping her, nor did the strangeness of what we were doing faze me. It was what my frightened girl needed at that moment. Besides, her mouth did feel very nice.

Cuddling the child closer to me, I gently rocked her, crooning wordlessly to soothe her jangled nerves. Soon, Mindy drifted off to sleep, her lips still touching my breast.

She started when another thunderclap sounded, and I hastened to calm her. “It’s okay. You’re with me, honey. I’m watching over you,” I murmured. She raised her head slightly, her wide-open eyes gazing into mine for a heartbeat, then slowly relaxed in my arms again.

I noticed that both of us were slightly moist with sweat. With the electricity still out, any relief from the heat was out of the question. I disentangled myself from Mindy to remove my panties, and whispered “You should take those damp things off, sweetheart… you’ll be much more comfortable.” She was still half asleep, though, so I did it myself, carefully slipping off her t-shirt and underpants.

To this day, I wonder if the heat was my true reason for undressing us both… or if, deep down inside, I wanted Mindy and I to be naked together.

I lay down beside the child, wrapped my arms around her head and shoulders and guided her back to my breast. Once again, she took my nipple between her lips to suckle, her body nestling into mine.

After a moment or two, I could feel Mindy moving gently against me. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but when I did, it was a shock. My little girl was rocking her hips ever so slightly, working her babyish sex against my leg while she continued to suck at my nipple.

I was stunned — even more so as I felt my body respond to hers. My vagina was touching her thigh, and her movements couldn’t help but feel good. Without a thought I began to move with Mindy, falling into her rhythm. She sighed contentedly, her thin arms circling my neck.

I couldn’t comprehend what this ten-year-old and I were doing. I’d always had a thing for teenage girls, and had enjoyed a few hot fucks with barely legal baby dykes in the past. This, though, was something else altogether. She was just a child, for God’s sake… and my adoptive daughter!

But she felt soft and sweet in my arms, the steady movements of her body against mine were downright hypnotic… and I was so thrilled to finally make a real connection with Mindy after months of emotional distance that I just couldn’t push her away. Besides, I had to admit that the forbidden aspect of what this little girl and I were doing had my cunt throbbing with excitement. I remembered how, as a budding lesbian of fifteen, I used to have intense sexual fantasies about my mother. I’d often fingered myself to orgasm while imagining Mom making love to me.

Mindy was now grinding against me, openly pleasuring herself. I could feel the heat of her sex drawing a line of fire along my thigh. Unable to restrain my awakened lust, I moved along with her — and then she was pressing her leg between mine, creating a delicious friction against my now dripping cunt.

I was experiencing sensations that were better than any orgasm. Mere words can’t come close to describing what this little girl made me feel. It was intensely physical, tactile, emotional, and utterly wonderful. My hands slid down Mindy’s back to clutch at her bottom, pulling her harder into me. We were both panting with excitement.

When I came, it was like a climax beyond climax. I cried out loud, throwing my head back into the pillow. It was then that I heard a keening sound issue from Mindy’s throat… and I felt a surge of joy and wonder at the realization that she was coming too.

We rode one another through our mutual ecstasy, bodies moving together in perfect time. It was beautiful; like no lovemaking I had ever enjoyed. The forbidden nature of our act seemed insignificant. What my child and I now shared felt so good, so real. We bonded like mother, daughter, lover and wife.

Afterwards, I lay snuggled with Mindy, blissful and content. We were silent, perhaps knowing that the time for words was later. Mindy peacefully returned to her slumber. I soon drifted off myself, vaguely aware that the storm was subsiding.

As dawn began to illuminate the world outside, I awakened, Mindy’s little hand resting on my breast. I moved, ever so slightly, and her sleepy eyes fluttered open. She smiled shyly at me… and I at her, so overjoyed to see my sad little girl made happy.

Feeling an impulse too compelling to resist, I placed a tender kiss on her mouth. She kissed me back. As a test, I playfully teased her lower lip with my tongue. She accepted it eagerly, sucking it just like she had my nipples a few hours ago. Then her own tongue timidly responded, toying with mine until we were kissing passionately.

I held her tightly, moving our bodies so that our pussies pressed together while we kissed. She twined her arms around me, hugging me to her. I could feel her heart racing in tandem with mine. I gently pulled away from Mindy, just enough so I could see her. She had a dreamy expression on her little-girl face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” I whispered.

“I… I love you too, Mommy,” she breathed.

My heart sang — Mindy had never called me “Mommy” before.

My mouth sought out hers again, and we shared another hot, hungry kiss. I licked a circle around Mindy’s lips, and she responded by parting them further, welcoming me. My tongue trailed down to her chin; then I placed a line of soft kisses along her neck, into the hollow of her throat and further.

Her breasts were slight — barely there, really — but her pert nipples thrilled me. I took one between my lips to suckle, and my little angel cradled my face to her chest. I moved from one breast to the other, then back again, flicking at the pink tips with my tongue. She shivered happily, her hands trembling in my hair as she held me close.

My hand rested lightly on Mindy’s tummy. Slowly, so as not to alarm her, I allowed it to drift between my little girl’s legs, gently tracing her bare slit with a fingertip. She cried out, clutching at me. Her pudendum was warm and moist, and I brought another finger into play, exploring the child’s sex. I could feel ripples of excitement running through her body as her pleasure grew. She was close to orgasm again, I could tell… but I needed to taste her.

Mindy mewed in frustration when I extracted my hand from between her slender thighs, but I silenced her with a kiss, my tongue languidly engaging hers. Then I pulled away to gaze down at the treasure that lay in my arms. Her eyes were wide, her wet mouth slightly open. “Oh, Mindy…” I breathed.

“Mommy,” she whispered, her face positively glowing.

I began to kiss a pathway down the child’s body again, this time only pausing for a fleeting moment to lick each of her nipples, then continued my journey downward. The warm softness of her tummy delighted me, and I lavished her there with kisses. She squealed when I teased her belly button with the tip of my tongue, then gasped, “That t-tickles!”

Then I lay between Mindy’s legs, gazing enthralled at the beauty of her bare slit in the new light of morning. I had never examined a little girl’s vagina up close before, and the sight of her pink cleft, glistening with the child’s arousal, had me dizzy with lust. I inhaled deeply, licking my lips as I savored her intoxicating scent.

Mindy stared at me, waiting to see what I would do — and I lowered my head to press a gentle kiss into her sex.

She gasped, jolted by a sudden shiver of pleasure… and I slowly trailed my tongue from the bottom of her vagina to the top, pausing to relish the exquisite taste of her, licking my lips and loving the flavor. Just the way a little girl ought to taste, I thought.

I moved in to drink from her flower. Mindy began to moan as I explored her intimate places with my mouth. I allowed the tip of my tongue to penetrate her babyish slit, then probed deeper, exploring her body.

I rolled my tongue around inside her for awhile, feeling my child begin to tremble, gently at first, as tendrils of the sweetest pleasure flickered through her frame. Then I began to lick her with long, slow strokes. Mindy seemed to grow wetter and wetter as I went down on her, the tart essence coating my lips and chin.

Was this really me, making love to a ten-year-old child — a child who might soon be my legal daughter? Yes, it was, and the sheer rightness of what Mindy and I were sharing obliterated any guilt I might have felt. I was a woman on fire, ensnared by the forbidden pleasures of incest. It was as if a mirror image of the fantasies I’d entertained as a girl about loving my mother had come to life.

Hungry for new delights, I raised my face from Mindy’s vagina, then got her up on all fours. She was panting, flushed; eager to know what sensual gift I would bestow upon her next. I knelt behind her, then my fingers stole between Mindy’s legs to brush the dewy petals of her sex. “Oh,” she breathed, a small tremor coursing through her slender form.

With my other hand, I parted her slim buttocks, revealing the pink pucker of her anus. I couldn’t help myself — I dipped my head, extending my tongue to lick a path between her cheeks.

A helpless sob of pleasure burst from my child’s throat, then she moaned, “Oh, oh Mommy… that f-feels so nice…”

I continued to lick at Mindy’s anal crease, my fingers still exploring the wetness at the juncture of her thighs. Carefully, I teased the tip of one finger inside her slit. She moaned ardently, her hips pushing back against my cautious probing.

I let my finger penetrate deeper into Mindy, carefully pressing into her until I reached the barrier of her hymen… then moved it around  in a circular motion, pressing the digit against the walls of her vagina. Shivering deliciously, she slumped forward into the pillow, her ass still up and open for my pleasure — and hers!

My tongue pressed into Mindy, licking around the rim of her anus as I fucked the little girl with my finger. She moaned, her childish body trembling from head to toe. She was about to come, I could feel it — so I shifted my hand in order to tease her clitoris with my thumb.

Mindy went rigid as a sudden cataclysm of pure sensation tore through her thin frame. Her hoarse cries, partly muffled by the pillow that cradled her face, thrilled me to the core. She began to rock violently, her bottom thrusting back at me, and it took everything I had to hang on to Mindy without accidentally breaking her hymen, or removing my finger from her vagina. Nevertheless, I managed to keep stimulating her with my mouth and fingers, guiding my daughter through her climax.

As her pleasure crested and slowly ebbed, I removed my finger from Mindy and began to lightly stroke her vulva, keeping the good feelings coming without overtaxing her. Finally she slumped onto her side, sighing contentedly.

I drew her to me, hugging her damp body. She seized my hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss. “Oh, Mommy,” she whispered. Then she twisted herself around to face me, wrapping her arms about my neck… her face alight with a smile of happiness that warmed my soul.

Then she kissed me, her tongue slipping sweetly between my lips. I moaned in surprise, then I was eagerly returning her kiss, my lust soaring again.

Suddenly she pulled back, her eyes penetrating mine. “You make me feel so good,” she cooed, “even better than my first mommy did.” And she bent to take the tip of my breast into her mouth.

I stared blankly into space. Her first mommy…?

The sudden realization floored me, sent my heart racing wildly.

Mindy’s mother had made love to her little girl? It seemed too crazy a coincidence to be possible… but as the ten-year-old child nuzzled at my breasts, it became crystal clear that this was not her first lesbian experience.

In a rush of insight, I suddenly understood why Mindy had been so sad before, so distant — and why the affection I’d given her hadn’t been enough. She missed the special, secret loving that she and her mother had shared in the privacy of their bedroom.

I shivered in anticipation, putting this revelation aside for the moment as Mindy began to kiss her way down my body, just as I had done to her. It seemed that this little girl had learned to give pleasure as well as receive it… and I was going to be the lucky recipient of her favors.

I could feel the warmth of Mindy’s breath caressing my thick pubes; saw the little girl licking her lips as she studied my sex. Then she slowly closed her eyes, dipping her face between my legs.

When her mouth touched my vagina I moaned, “Oh… oh my baby, I adore you…” then her tongue emerged to lick me, and it was so wonderful that I felt like crying.

Mindy licked me softly, at first… like a cat, I remember thinking. But her lips and tongue gradually grew bolder, exploring the folds and crevices of my sex, alternating between long, sensuous kisses — as if she were kissing a lover’s mouth — and rhythmic strokes from the tip of her tongue that traveled the length of my now inflamed labia. I whimpered, clutching at the bedsheets with shaking hands.

Then Mindy was probing my cunt with her tongue — flicking it in, then out. Her eyes were open, a blissful expression on her face that spurred my arousal even higher. This little girl clearly loved to eat pussy, and she was better at it than most of my grownup lovers.

As if to reinforce that thought, Mindy’s hand stole between my thighs as she continued to lick. Her fingers brushed my clitoris — and suddenly I was coming.

I screamed out loud as a tsunami of pleasure buffeted me mercilessly, deep orgasmic shocks jarring my body. Through it all my little lover’s mouth remained locked to my cunt, drinking deep of my essence as it flowed from me.

Mindy carried me through my climax, nuzzling gently at my sex as I lay panting, sweaty, flushed from head to toe. Finally, with a small contented sound, she rested her sticky face on my thigh.

Heart pounding, I reached down to gather Mindy up and into my arms. My mouth claimed hers and we shared a kiss, my tongue trailing around her lips to sample the wetness that coated them. She moaned happily, her own tongue dancing with mine.

I broke away, gazing up into her shining eyes. “I love you, baby,” I whispered.

“I love you, Mommy,” she softly replied.

We had other things to talk about, my little girl and I — but those would have to wait. We lay embraced, curled together in the afterglow of our loving. Our bodies were still slick with sweat from the heat, but I needed to have Mindy in my arms.

When I awakened, the child was there beside me, watching me with adoring eyes. The rain had ended, the room had cooled and lines of sunshine peeked through the blinds to adorn my walls in cheerful yellow. I swear that I could hear birds singing.

Mindy and I shared a brief kiss. Then we began to speak, shyly at first, of what had happened between us.

As she had hinted, it had been her birth mother who had introduced her to sex two years earlier, when Mindy had just turned eight. Her mom had been gay, a free spirit and very beautiful; when Mindy questioned her about lesbian love, she had offered to show her daughter what it was like. The experience had been so incredible for them both that mother and daughter continued to make love on a frequent basis, sleeping in the same bed most nights. When her mom died, my little girl lost much more than a parent… she’d also been deprived of her romantic partner.

But now, things had changed in Mindy’s life, and mine. There in my bed, on that magical morning, she was finally able to cast away her grief and become my daughter, fully and completely. More than that, she became my lover.