Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Eva

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2008 }

“Mummy, this is my matchmaking game,” said Tina, leading me to a gaudily painted series of boxes, numbered one to ten, set on the coffee table. “Specially made for you ‘cos it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

It was my birthday tomorrow, that was true. Where has the past year gone? I wondered. My freckle-faced, blonde mop-haired daughter was continuing: “So we thought we’d find you someone to help you celebrate it.”

“We?” I asked.

She just giggled and moved the boxes closer.

My daughter, who is nine and quite lovely, seemed particularly anxious I should play this game. I was busy – being a full time worker and single mother qualifies me as busy – and things around the home wouldn’t get done by themselves. However, family first… “Okay, pet.” I smiled as she sat me down on the sofa and pushed the stacked boxes towards me. The washing could wait a few more minutes, I was sure.

“Right Mum,” said my daughter, “All you have to do is reach into any three boxes and take out a picture. Then we see who you like most and who you can meet and maybe have a date with–”

“Tina! Are you thinking that matchmaking is finding me a man?” And I was thinking matchmaking meant pairing up two numbers. Stupid me. Of course it was: pairing up two lonely ones. But I was too busy, too independent to think of trying to find a new man after Jake left me.

But then, Tina would want a father figure too in the home. Four years we had been on our own, so she would be thinking it was about time she had a new dad maybe. But as much as I was wary of going to meet new men (I hadn’t gotten over how selfish the last one had been four years ago) there was no point in spoiling my girl’s little game.

“Okay, sunshine,” I smiled. “Let’s hope I pick a nice, rich man.” I had no idea who she would think suitable for me, but as I say, this was just a game. I reached into box one and drew out an envelope.

“Open it!” chortled Tina.

I opened the envelope: it was Johnny Depp. A picture cut from a magazine. “Wow, good choice darling, but I think he may be a little out of my reach.” I saw Tina looking blankly at me. “Making films, being away a lot, having other stars for company. Nice, but out of my league, sorry.” I put the picture of Captain Jack Sparrow down.

“Well, you have two more goes,” said Tina, somberly. She was taking this seriously, bless her.

“Let’s hope it’s Daniel Craig and he’s free this weekend,” I said and reached for box six.

It was a Craig, but not the one I thought. It was Mr. Craig, from down the road. Sixty if he was a day… a picture taken at the school carol concert last year when he had remembered to put his teeth in. “Oh, that Mr. Craig,” I said, feeling dismayed my daughter would think I would want to form a relationship with a man twenty-five years older than me. Bald as a coot and less attractive. But I tried not to show too much disappointment that he might, as Tina said, be available for a date.

“But I have one more pick, right?” I said brightly, attempting not to show any fear that my choice might end up being Mr. Craig’s father.

I went for box seven. “My lucky number,” I smiled at my daughter, wondering what I’d get this time.

The envelope had a picture of Becky, Tina’s cousin. Twelve years old, wavy chestnut coloured hair and hazel eyes. For a pre-teen, she was looking like she would be an attractive young lady. But the picture wasn’t a man, which I pointed out to Tina, so it wouldn’t qualify.

“I know, but she asked if she could be in there,” said Tina. “Becky told me she likes you, Mum.”

I sighed. My sister Millie lived on the other side of town and we saw her and her husband and their only child every couple of weeks or so. Tina and Becky, I was glad to see, got along well enough despite their age difference. Some girls on the verge of growing up tend to see little girl cousins as nuisances, but Becky was always good to Tina. “I am happy she likes me, sweetheart, and I really like her, but I am not sure she qualifies as a date.”

“But you don’t know, Mum,” said Tina. She had that look in her eyes that told me when she wasn’t going to let go of an idea. “Not until you go out on a date.”

“Tina, think about this. I am a woman, she is a girl and women and girls don’t date!” I stood up and put down the picture of Becky, smiling out at me. Nice smile, I thought. As I began to turn away I noticed my niece’s shoulders were bare in the photo. “Tina… Where did you get this picture?”

We had, as two families, been on holiday five months ago but the campsite swimming pool was closed and the sea too cold to swim in, so it wouldn’t be a picture from the holiday. Anyway, the picture looked like it was taken in Tina’s room.

“I took it last week, when they came over,” said my girl. “I told Becky what I was going to do and she said great and posed for the photo.”

I searched my memory. “But… she had a top on. A red one. One we bought her for her last birthday.”

Tina grinned. “Yeah, I know. She took it off.”

I was puzzled. “But why?”

“Oh Mum! It was so you’d think she’d got nice shoulders.”

I was confused. “You mean, you and she planned all this… and I was supposed to think she was… (and I gulped here) you know, attractive?”

Tina chuckled, but didn’t say anything.

Then the thought hit me. I went into the boxes and pulled out all the envelopes left. Seven of them in all and I tore them open: all them were of Becky. All seven were pictures taken in Tina’s bedroom, and each of them showed she had no top on. Not least was the fact that four showed her naked from the waist up.

Small, round breasts with pert, pale brown nipples.

“Tina,” I gasped. “I was meant to open one of these? See her like this?”

My daughter nodded. “It was Becky’s idea. She said you’d like her with nothing on.”

“Nothing on?” I felt faint and wanted to clutch myself for support. “But she had her pants on, right?”

Tina said nothing and had just the merest smile on her lips.

I felt affronted and used and quite strange all in all. I got a grip on myself. “I think, given my needs in life, Christina (I always used her full name whenever my child was in trouble) that Mr. Craig down the road is looking the best prospect for me, wouldn’t you say?”

Christina said exactly nothing, and that always annoyed me most when she did that. “Go to your room, young lady,” I said and swept the pictures – all of them – into the wastepaper bin. Problem dealt with, and I would be having a word with my sister Millie about her daughter.

*****

I couldn’t quite bring myself to calling Millie up. She was a nurse and in the middle of some exams: the last thing she needed was a distraction like this. Anyway, the more I thought about it the more I saw it as some prank. The two girls were trying to wind me up.

Clever too having eight pictures of Becky in the boxes. I had to pick at least one of her from the three choices. It just turned out I had picked the two males first. Depp and Craig, even if the wrong Craig, were just makeweights.

Of course, I wondered why Tina thought this was a good idea. I had no doubt Becky put her up to it, but Tina wasn’t blameless herself. Hadn’t I taught her to say “no” if she as unsure about anything?

As I was alone (Tina was sulking in her room) I went back after a while and looked at the pictures of Becky again. She was indeed a good looking girl, and one would imagine in a few years time she would have plenty of boys after her.

But why on earth would the girl think I would find her attractive? Kids, who can understand them…

I went to toss the photos away again but held on to the one that showed Becky’s young boobs off so nicely. If nothing else, it would be perfect to shock Millie into reining her daughter in if she was pulling pranks like this.

*****

“She does like you, Mum,” said Tina the next day as I got breakfast and chivied her into hurrying up. School began at the same time every day and she always seemed surprised by the fact.

“Who does?” I was being super-mum, rushing around doing everything, and I had no idea what Tina was talking about.

“Becky, Mum,” said Tina, dawdling over her bowl of cereal. “She only wanted those pictures in there ‘cos she likes you a lot. She thinks you are lovely.”

I stopped in my dashing around. “What? Becky thinks I am…. lovely?”

“More than that. Sexy, she says.” Tina was saying this casually, as if passing on a fact. “She thinks you would make a good girlfriend and–”

“What!” I interrupted full force. I dragged the kitchen chair out on my side of the table and sat down in front of my daughter. “Tina, let me be crystal clear about this. I am a woman, your cousin Becky is a female. No, more than that: she is a young girl. A child – twelve years old. Women and pre-teen children do not have dates. They are not, repeat not, girlfriends.” My face was growing hot here and I had no idea why.

“She’ll be thirteen next month,” offered Tina.

“No! Not twelve or thirteen or fourteen… any age! She’s a girl!” I was feeling warm, especially in my face.

“But she’s nice! You said so yourself.”

I took a deep breath. “Christina, I said she was nice at that birthday party of Aunt Millie’s. Her dress, how she’d done her hair. She looked… well, sweet. And yes, she is a nice girl. She is, um, very pleasant to be with.”

“So?”

“So… what?” I blinked, gathering the loose ends. “You mean… So why am I not interested in her as… as a girlfriend?” I tried to spit the word out.

Tina wasn’t fazed by my venom. “She’s got a lovely smile and nice boobs and she is really funny–”

“How many times, Christina?” I was getting really flushed now and hoped my daughter didn’t ask me why I was getting so red in the cheeks. “Lovely for a boyfriend no doubt. When she’s older. End of story.”

I got up from the table and turned away, feeling very uncomfortable with myself. There was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Tension, no doubt. And we were getting late for her school and my work.

End of story, I reminded myself. About fifty times I told myself that on the way to the office.

*****

It was sneaky, but I went through Tina’s room when she was out that evening. As a caring mother I am entitled to make sure my daughter is not doing anything she shouldn’t, and while I respect her privacy totally, this was important.

I was looking for any more pictures of Becky, wondering how they had taken so many and managed to print them from her little camera without anyone knowing. Well, maybe Becky had done it somehow. I just had a feeling there would be more than the eight I’d seen.

And there was. There was a ninth picture.

In a drawer, under a few old school books, was a photo taken I presume by Tina as it was in her bedroom. A photo of Becky lying on her back on my daughter’s single bed, propped up on her elbows. She was smiling happily, utterly naked and with legs apart. Wide apart and knees up.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at it, but I knew I was staring right at my niece’s hairless pussy. It was looking right back at me, gaping slightly. Like so many young females, she had no prominent nether lips. Just a small, pink slit and the faintest, merest hint of moisture on them.

I swallowed hard. It was either a trick of the light, a printer fault or she had been masturbating.

Oh God, I moaned and had to sit down.

*****

“Christina, we need to talk.” I was at my most efficient, most motherly. Most worried.

“Yes Mum?” So sweet and happy to talk.

“I found a picture. Up in your bedroom. One of Becky. One I hadn’t seen before.” I realized I was speaking in short bursts. Dramatic effect or being stupid?

Tina smiled. “I know. It’s a nice one.” She looked proud too. “I took that one like I did the others.”

I was slightly taken aback, the way a parent often is when they prepare for resistance from the child and the wall gives way all too easily. I was in a heap, as it were. “You knew I’d find it?”

“Course I did, Mum. That was why it was there, so you’d see it.”

I was aghast, and not for the first time today. “But… it was obscene.” Tina looked puzzled at me and I responded: “Obscene. Dirty. Too revealing. Private… of her parts down there.” I was floundering a little.

“Oh it was only her pussy,” said Tina, unconcerned. “She did that thing you do, before I took the picture.”

“What thing?” I sat down.

“You know, that rubbing thing. I saw you Mum, in your room, through the crack in the door a few weeks ago. You were lying down and rubbing down there. I heard you say ‘oh fuck’ and then you sort of shuddered.”

I looked at my daughter’s innocent bland face, not knowing what to say. She had seen me frigging off? Fuck indeed.

“And I saw you do it in the bath, with your legs up on the side and you had that thing in your hand.”

That thing…. Oh yes, the electric toothbrush I kept for myself. With the vibrating head.

“And on holiday, on the bed in your room, with that magazine with all those pictures of ladies without clothes on and you were just doing that–”

“Tina!” She stopped when I yelled. I drew breath. “That magazine… someone had left it under the bed. It wasn’t mine!” No way would I go and buy a copy of Girls, Giggles and Garters or whatever it was. Now Lesbian Licks maybe… I shut the thoughts out. This was not going the way I expected.

“Listen honey,” I said in the most placatory way I could. “Mummies who are on their own sometimes do things like that to, well, you know…” She didn’t, clearly. “It’s a woman thing, when she’s alone.”

“And that’s why I think Becky’s perfect for you,” grinned Tina. “‘So’s you won’t be on your own any more.”

I cleared my throat. “Becky is… she’s a girl and–”

“She’s almost thirteen,” said my daughter indignantly. As if that conferred adulthood on her. Or some mysterious sexual appeal.

“She’s a girl and I don’t need a girl. Or a woman,” I added a tad too hastily.

“Mum,” said Tina softly, “but you like Becky and she likes you and you can be friends and do those things in your books.”

Oh God, she had found my pile of lesbian novels and how-to-make-lesbian-love handbooks and all the rest of it. Had I got no secrets left at all? I swallowed hard. “Tina, it isn’t what you think it is.”

I couldn’t blame my girl for raising her eyebrow at me. So what, mother dear, should I think it is?

I was unsure what to say now. My daughter had seen me fingering myself, using a vibrating toothbrush way lower than designed for, found my reading matter and for all I knew she had discovered the strap on I had bought some years ago. In case I met someone who I wanted to fuck. Or she do me, however it worked out.

She had almost certainly found the handcuffs and the leather skirt with the slit up the side and the fishnet stockings. All, I hasten to add, bought in one mad afternoon in London’s Soho while the rest of them were going round some gallery. But it was clear that I was now in no position to show any picture of Becky, legs wide or tits out, to my sister Millie and raise a stink over this dating picture game of theirs.

While I was pretty certain no one would try to blackmail me, I was pretty certain Becky also knew now all about my secret life. “Okay,” I sighed. “So what is this idea of yours here?”

Tina chuckled and came and gave me a cuddle. “It’s okay Mum. I don’t mind anything, I just want you to be happy.”

I cuddled Tina back. “And you think me and your cousin would be happy?”

“Yes,” said my girl, looking up at me, face shining. “She really, really likes you.”

“Really, really?” I asked, the energy I’d pent up for a fight finally disappearing. I kissed Tina’s hair.

Tina giggled and hugged me more. “And she can come round and sleep over and you’ll be so happy.”

“I am sure,” I said, not being sure at all. I might fancy adult women but a teenager? No, a pre-teen as it stood. How would that work? Shopping for matching tops in Kidsworld, or listening to rap and saying whatever kids say these days about it?

Certainly no romantic candlelit dinners, or forays to the gay side of the Queen Anne pub. It was safe bet that small kids wouldn’t be expected to get a round of drinks in on the dyke side of the house. Perhaps McWhatsits do a burger meal for adult and child lesbian lovers, sort of one-and-a-half size portions with a big heart and a smaller heart on the box.

There was also the matter of Millie my sister wanting to know no doubt why her child was wanting all of a sudden to have sleep-overs at Tina’s. And insist on packing her own strap on.

I sighed, “Well, honey, maybe you are right but I don’t know how you are.”

“Because,” said Tina with a sly grin at me, “Aunt Millie says it will be fine.”

Aunt Millie? Oh fuck, I thought as the room swam.

*****

Millie was grinning, the bitch. I was mortified and blushed as she and the girls all sat looking at me. Enjoying my all too obvious embarrassment. In particular Becky with her tumbling chestnut hair.

“It’s okay, sis,” Millie purred. “I talked it over with Becca (she always called daughter that) and she has my full approval. Just go easy on her, okay?” Her eyes twinkled as she said it, enjoying my discomfort.

“But how did you know?” I was nervous looking at her and the girls, one sat either side of Millie.

“Oh Lana! Tina told Becca and she told me about your stash of girl mags. We thought it was funny you trying to hide them, and when I saw you jilling furiously on holiday I called the girls to peek at you on the bed with that revolting men’s magazine you’d found. But then as I put it there, it was hardly surprising.”

I got over my shock fairly swiftly. “You… you put it there? And you all… You saw me?” My blush was so hot I almost fried.

“Oh for goodness’ sake, sister!” Millie was smiling but serious too. “I can recognize a lonely lesbian when I see one. You were sending all the signals, and even Becca saw them.”

“She’s clever, is Becky,” chimed in Tina. Becky, praised to the heights, merely grinned wider at me.

I looked at my niece, at how she was dressed. A pale pink and white top with buttons on the shoulder, her pre-teen small bust just visible. A blue skirt, short enough that it would slip back without any effort. Fuck, I wish…I wish I wasn’t feeling so hot between my legs. I made an obvious job of tugging down the hem of my own skirt in the hope the casual movement would hide me grinding my thighs together seeking relief.

More, she had her legs slightly open and I could see her pink knickers in case I was in any doubt. And this wasn’t I knew a casual pose, a relaxing and a forgetting. Becky knew what she was doing and that I could see, and as I looked she hitched her skirt hem back just a fraction more.

“I really do like you,” said Becky as she watched me looking at her. “I love being with you, Aunt Lana.” Getting grown up now, not calling me “Antlarn” as she used to when little.

“Well, good. I’ve always liked you,” I said, awkwardly. Being reserved was good here, I decided. Seeming casual about getting my niece in bed might be the best policy.

“Then it’s okay, now. You can start,” said Tina, out of the blue. “You ‘n’ Becky can be lovers.”

“Uh… lovers?” I gasped, understanding what the implications of this actually were. This wouldn’t be dating, it would be sex. You could explain it in three words: woman, girl, fucking.

I turned back to Millie, trying to sort my thoughts. “So how come you know so much about les–” I was finding it hard to say the word. “Those people.”

“Those people are closer than you think,” my sister said with that twinkle in her eye. It was at that moment I saw where Tina’s hand was. It had slid into my sister’s. Holding hands, as lovers would. Oh, fuck, I groaned. I think I must have said it because everyone laughed.

“Yes, indeed,” said Millie. And she gave my daughter a lingering, loving kiss.

*****

What did I think of my daughter and my sister? I hadn’t even begun to formulate a thought about it really, but here I was with my niece. Alone, and this moment was occupying all my thinking space.

Here in the bedroom, my bedroom, I was awkward being alone with Becky. “I don’t know what to do,” I said.

“Okay, how about you undress me. I would like that, Lana.”

Lana? I shot her a look, What happened to the Aunt part? Then I understood: if we were lovers, then the Aunt bit slowed it all up. I had to be Lana for her. My bedroom name, as it were.

I was shaking as I stepped up to the girl. I have, of course undressed my own daughter and even, when Becky was younger, helped her out of wet clothes or once (spectacularly) when she was sick. But a mother/aunt role is different to undressing for sex and I was all fingers and thumbs. But not in any erotic way.

Becky, for her part, was patient as I fumbled to get her shoulder buttons undone. She even smiled at me reassuringly. The buttons came undone, and still shaking I slid the top up and over her head, and she shook her chestnut hair back as her it came free.

Becky had a pretty little white training bra on underneath, with a pink rose pattern. Now I knew she had small boobs and expected to see those little bumps, as per the photo, but in a way the bra took me by surprise. Or rather it brought home even more that this was not a woman like the ones I saw in that men’s magazine – the ones with their artificially enhanced tits and black lace plunge bras – but a real girl. A pre-teen girl at that, emerging from the chrysalis.

“My bra’s new,” she said, lifting her arms as if inviting me to take it off her. “Got it just for today.”

I gulped. This had been so carefully planned they had gone shopping especially for it. I took the bra off my niece and saw, for the first time in the flesh, those perfect little semi-round globes and the delightfully pert nipples. I stared and blushed a little.

That was when I said: “My God, I’m undressing you and I haven’t even kissed you yet!” It was a ludicrous thing to say, but it was true. Should people kiss first?

The question is more I suppose, should they kiss first before what exactly? Getting into bed? Probably… My cunt spasmed. No other way to describe it, a hot jolt that made me gasp faintly.

I pulled my bare chested niece to me, my grown up lips hard on her soft young lips, feeling my heavier bust against her small, firm chest. I was a little brutal, a little overwhelming I admit. She opened her lips slightly and my tongue was there. She wouldn’t know this is how adults would kiss I anticipated – not desperate ones like me who were about to cum in their knickers.

Then she floored me, so easily and neatly with four words. “Just like Mum does,” she breathed as her lithe young tongue fought back.

Millie? She kissed her daughter? I pulled away and stared, my belly turning to water. They were all doing it, all having sex. My daughter, my sister, my niece… I was the outsider here. The latecomer to the party. “Have you kissed Tina?” I managed to say.

“Of course,” laughed Becky, leaning in for another kiss. I pulled back. “But how? Why? When?”

My pretty niece laughed gently. “Oh, Lana! You know how, and I guess you know why. How can any sweet lesbian kid keep herself from kissing? And the when was months ago, back on holiday on that rainy day and you sent me and Tina up to our room and said don’t come down until you have exhausted playing some game.” Another smile. “It was some game, believe me. Especially when Mum joined in.”

I was astonished and all thoughts of sex here and now had gone out of my mind. I remembered that day, sat downstairs on my own, their father out someplace fishing, thinking the girls were playing Monopoly or something while I watched a crushingly boring black and white film on TV. Something about lovers being secretive, I seemed to recall. Well, the secret was ten feet above me.

I was sitting on the bed, staring into space. I had fought all my lesbian feelings thinking it would upset the family if they knew. Split them maybe. Now the females were all fucking like crazy and I was missing out. It just wasn’t fair, I told myself.

Becky was beside me, skirt hiked back for some reason. “Lana, it’s okay now,” she said gently, recognizing my distress. “We all know, we all care.” She took my hand and guided it to her white-pantied crotch. It was hot and wet and I suddenly snapped back to the here and now.

“But you deceived me?”

Becky shook her head, her chestnut waves bouncing. “We had to be sure, that’s all.”

Yes, they had to be sure. Discussing it in bed no doubt, wondering how I would react when I was finally allowed in. Breaking off a 69 to chat about whether I’d like it in my bumhole. Letting me into their world. I must have said that, instead of thinking it, because Becky pressed my fingers harder against her crotch. I could feel the shape of her little pussy lips underneath the taut fabric. “I’m letting you in now,” she breathed, and kissed my ear.

She was guiding my hand inside the waistband of her knickers, like she was used to this. Perhaps she was. Perhaps she fingered her mother like this all the time. Like my daughter was no doubt doing right now. I felt a ball of fire in my cunt as my fingers touched those little pussy lips of my niece, hairless, slightly puffed and surprisingly wet.

“Becky –” I started to say but she kissed me, stopping me. Her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, her hand on my heaving breasts.

She broke after a full minute. A minute of me having my hard nipples played with, my fingers working in that hot, wet cavern between her skinny legs. “You see how much I like you?” she asked.

I could see, very clearly now. “Oh, and happy birthday,” Becky smiled and went back to kissing me, her hands now in my knickers. Deep inside. I guess that’s where they are going to be for a long time to come.

By Eva

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2008 }

She was wet. The ten-year-old had emerged from the pool and was standing on the side, letting the water run off her, rivulets sparkling in the sunlight as they ran down her swimsuit, down her legs, making a puddle at her feet.

She stood, arms stretched out, letting water run from her, letting the sun dry her and reveling in having such a perfect little pre-teen body.

She shivered slightly as her body adjusted to the difference in temperature: it wasn’t a cold day but she had got warm in the water, and even the sun wasn’t warming her as quickly as she’d want. I looked at her shape, her firm little bottom and the hollow of her back, her small slightly curved tummy and flat chest. Maybe the merest sign of swelling up there. Mushroom cap nips: the hint of things to come. I looked and marveled at how something so young could be so perfect. Cute, pretty and very desirable if you like that kind of thing. I did, even though I kept it all screwed down tight. But here at the poolside it was so hard to keep in, so tempting to let it out.

I wouldn’t though. Certainly not with my family here, my husband with my kids splashing in the pool.

The girl’s hair was wet, and though it had been tied back strands of it clung to her face and she pushed them away. Let me do that, I thought from where I lay on the sun lounger, book open on my knee and open. I didn’t care about “Sense and Sensibility” right now: I wanted this child up close to me, in my arms. My lips against hers. The only senses I wanted to fill were mine and hers, tongue in mouths, hands between legs. Where they should be. Fuck, I groaned under my breath.

The self-torture of a secret, innermost world.

I went back to the book, about a world where so much was hidden. Like now, I thought. I have to keep myself hidden, not under layers of crinolines and silks but under my skin. Deep inside I yearned for a girl like the one standing by the pool, but some things… well, it can be a cruel world if you let these thoughts get to you.

Best not to think too much on it. Just look and admire and maybe tonight when everyone’s asleep and I have the time I can rub a little and remember what I saw, what I wished for. I squeezed my thighs together just a little, wanting to both suppress that faint tingle in my sex and make it more intense. It was the rubber ball fix as I called it: you tried to squeeze the feelings smaller but knew when you relaxed your grip a little it comes to life. Bouncier than before.

Anyway, the public swimming pool was noisy and there was no chance of any privacy here, but I could dream. As one of my kids caught my eye, waving to me, I waved back. For some reason the girl I had been admiring had caught my wave, and was looking at me. To my astonishment she sauntered over towards me.

I stared at her, trying not to gulp as a very naughty thought flushed through my whole being. It was almost: you waved, I came, you will cum.

Well, of course I would be mistaken. She was going somewhere else, going to see her family or friends or aunt or whatever. Not me. It was coincidence she was walking this way, her feet delicately leaving wet footprints on the tiles.

But there was no one behind me. She stood over me, looking down, and then without invitation sat herself on the very edge of my lounger, her perfect rear pressed up to my leg.

“Hello,” I said, unsure what to say.

“Gemma’s splashing too much and Katie’s being grumpy,” she said where she sat next to me, where I could feel the heat of her little body on my leg. Her wet body. “And I still don’t like Betsy, and Martine’s said she has to go soon.”

I stared at the girl, and then cottoned on she was talking about her friends who were here at the pool with her. The usual whirl of friends that dominates the thinking of ten-year-olds: who’s hot, who’s not, who’s in, who will be out when school starts again next week. “I can stay until five,” she said, looking at me. Pointedly. “Then we have to go.”

“Your friends,” I said, confusion on my face. “This Gemma and… Won’t they be missing you?” I wanted her to stay, but I was scared she would. I could imagine my husband noticing and asking afterwards who she was. Asking why I was looking flushed no doubt.

She shrugged as if that was how it was.

“I don’t know your name,” I said.

“No,” she giggled a little. “It’s better that way.”

My heart skipped a beat. Actually, about five beats. “What way?”

“The best way,” she purred.

“What?”

The mermaid smiled at me, and then did something I never expected. She put her hand on my bare, dry leg (well, my swimming costume is for tanning, not getting wet), fairly high up too. I gave a little gasp.

“You shouldn’t,” I said, but I didn’t wriggle or try to move the child’s hand.

“What’s your name?” She asked, hand still there.

“Linda,” I said, and blushed at my stupidity. I had traded my name for nothing from her.

“Linda,” she repeated, saying it as it meant something to her. “My mum’s called Linda too.”

“Where is she?” I felt I should panic but couldn’t move.

“At home, doing things. She doesn’t know, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I gulped. This was fast becoming the weirdest conversation ever, and I was helpless to stop it. “Doesn’t know what?”

“She doesn’t know I go with ladies like you.” She was grinning at me. “I saw you from the water and thought, I bet she would.”

Oh fuck. I was falling down some slippery, wet, hot slope.

“Would do what?” My throat was so tight nothing but a squeak came out. It made the mermaid laugh.

“You’re funny,” she said. “Like you pretend you don’t want to kiss me.”

I have a theory here: I either passed out with shock and delight and entered a dream state, or slipped into a parallel universe where little girls say things like that but you couldn’t feel anything. But the way her still wet hand edged up my dry thigh towards the temple of my desires reminded me I was in the here and now. We were right here in our universe all along: she had said them and I could feel. God, how I could feel!

“You don’t know me,” I said, registering this as the lamest, most inane response ever to getting close to what you most want in life.

The mermaid giggled more. “Bet I do.” The hand was slipping inside my thigh, and I opened my legs a little. Really I wanted to throw them wide open so my dampening costume crotch was stretched taut over my sex. Partly to make it easier in case she wanted to stroke me there, or simply to show I had surrendered. Pretty much the most basic body-language ever.

“This is wrong. We can’t do anything here,” I said, aware there was pool full of people twenty yards away. Three of whom were my family. They would probably notice Mummy french kissing a child, hands between legs.

“Then we go in there,” the girl nodded behind me. I didn’t know what she could see, but it was going to be a whole lot better than heavy public petting. On the other hand, she could take me anywhere the way I felt. The local refuse dump would have been fine too.

She let go of my leg (by now her fingers were about two inches from my pulsing cunt) and we stood together. I shot a look at the pool: I could see my husband and the kids splashing yards away. Another world, so I could leave them there for now. Mermaid took my hand and led me away from the sun lounger, the book dropped open on the floor. Having abandoned any sense and sensibility, it didn’t matter if I lost my page.

Behind us was a way into some changing rooms. Cubicles for modesty, though not too much. The place had a few people in it, but they wouldn’t take much notice of a mother and daughter, though I wondered if any of them had noticed neither of us had towels or our street clothes. Well, they could wonder.

In the cubicle I asked: “Is this it.”

“No,” said the girl with no name. “This is it, Linda,” and pressed her pretty little lips to mine.

Oh God, I must have moaned into the kiss, moaning gently at the way her little tongue pushed at my mouth, worming its wet way in, finding mine. I opened wider, not caring if she shoved that wonderful tongue down my throat. All the way through me to my wet cunt. Top down licking, I suppose.

The mermaid’s hands were on my breasts, working my nipples through the costume, making them hard under the navy blue with yellow sunflowers. For my part, I clutched her wet body to mine, gripping that adorable firm, curved rear with my hands, pressing her into me so we would melt into one.

She let go of my boobs, and ran her fingers down between us, pushing at the crotch of my costume. At the sunflower over my clit.

“I want you,” I breathed into her mouth.

“I know!” She seemed to chuckle, but that darting tongue was back, filling me, stopping me talking. The best way to be quiet, I thought, unless it was her sexy little cunt pressed down on my lips. I could be quiet a very long time like that.

Her fingers were working against my costume now. “Go inside me, please, please, please” I whimpered. God, whatever happened to dignity?

Dignity went home a long time ago. I would do anything for her, and she knew it. She was grinning as her fingers got inside my costume, feeling up into my sex, finding out that it was the wettest part of me. The wet fingers of a child rubbing into my sopping slit, feeling the shape, the depth, the heat. Feeling how my juices were running.

Finding the hard nub of my clit and, oh God, teasing it like she knew how to bring off a woman like me. A woman desperate for the hands and lips of a pretty little girl.

“Oh, I love you. So fuck me, angel,” I breathed as she reached in deeper, not knowing if she heard me as my lips were mashed to hers. It was a stupid thing to say. I didn’t know her at all. Well, only sexually.

My hands were at her little slit now. I had hardly noticed I had got my hands inside her costume, inside the wet fabric, rubbing at her small hairless slit like she would cum for me. Maybe she would, right after I came. “Please,” I whispered again, around her tongue.

“Be quiet,” she said mischievously, breaking the kiss for a moment.

“Yes, anything,” I said, and plunged back into a kiss more eagerly than before.

I came, moaning with my breath ragged and every fibre of me alive. I stood, shaking with the exertion, the climax tearing through me, in that small cubicle with people outside and my family nearby and clinging to this child with my fingers in her cunt, not caring about anything.

“Linda,” she said to me. “Naughty Linda, fingering a little girl.”

“Yes, naughty Linda,” I echoed, holding her in case I lost her forever.

Outside there were voices, female voices. The world being normal. Normal unfulfilled women not knowing what it was like to do this, to be had by a child so pretty in her wet, wet swimming costume.

Not knowing how hard you cum when a little girl takes you by the hand, leads you by your slit. Makes you wet.

*****

I went back to the pool many times after that, but I never saw my mermaid again. I even looked if there was someone who might be her friends – well, there were plenty of little girls who could be Gemma or Katie or even the Betsy no one liked.

But they never looked as if they knew me, though I did have a new swimming costume which might have confused them. A new costume with big red hearts on it and barely covering my bum or my tits. A daring one, which says I am available for fun if you are too.

One that I don’t mind getting wet when I press a little girl up to me in the cubicle and get her to finger me and I toy with her bare slit or we manage in that small space to get our mouths up to each other’s cunts and lap away as if we really like getting wet.

I love these little girls who are so eager to get their tongues in my mouth and their hands on me. Eager to show me how adorable they are. How open. But I will always have a special place for my mermaid and when I touch my old navy blue and yellow sunflower swimming costume (where I keep it carefully wrapped in a plastic bag at home) I always smell the crotch and the lingering scent of my juices. The memory of that day.

By Ebo

“Shouldn’t we wait until your parents go to bed?” Caroline said, sighing as Riley’s hand found her breast under her shirt.

“I’ve missed you,” Riley said, sighing heavily. She pulled her hand from under her friend’s shirt, let it fall back in place.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Caroline said, kissing her deeply enough to curl her toes, “but I can wait a little longer.”

“Better stop kissing me like that, or I won’t be able to,” Riley husked.

Laughing, Caroline said, “Mmm, you know… We fool around a lot and I think that was the first flirty thing you’ve ever said to me. Your pillow talk is almost nonexistent.”

“Pillow talk,” Riley parroted, looking at her for an explanation.

“You know, whispered sweet nothings,” Caroline said, laughing when Riley made a face, “I’m messing with you.”

“Good. I don’t think I could manage the lovey-dovey stuff,” Riley said, making Caroline laugh harder.

“Oh, hey,” Riley said, remembering what she had wanted to tell Caroline about, “I have to tell you something even though I know I’m going to catch hell for it.”

“Uh-oh,” Caroline said, leaning forward, “Any story that starts like that has to be good. Did you steal more sex toys?”

Shaking her head sadly, she said, “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you about what happened. Nothing good will come of it.”

Laughing, Caroline held up three fingers and said, “I promise to only make fun of you only a little. Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a Girl Scout,” Riley reminded her.

“Right,” she said, then grinned, “Then I can’t promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“Wow,” Riley said, laughing and shaking her head, “Anyway, I told you my step-mom signed me up for piano lessons, right?”

“Oh, yeah. You mentioned it. Have you had any lessons,” Caroline asked.

“Just the one, but it was a doozy.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing really,” Riley said, laughing at the look her friend gave her. Holding up her hand, she said, “Let me explain. When the teacher opened the door, I was floored by who it was.”

“Really? Who was it?”

“Remember the videos on Rebecca’s computer, the ones of her and an older woman,” Riley asked.

“Yeah,” Caroline said, nodding. Her eyes widened as she guessed who answered the door, “No! Shut up!”

“Yep,” Riley laughed, nodding, “My piano teacher is Rebecca’s lesbian lover.”

Caroline fell on her back laughing, “That is priceless. She didn’t try anything with you, did she?”

“No, but it was still awkward.”

“What’s she like,” Caroline asked, sitting up, “Creepy?”

“No, she is a nice lady, funny. A pretty good teacher. If I hadn’t known about her and Rebecca, I would have liked her. I kind of still do.”

“Even though she molested your step-sister,” Caroline asked, dubiously.

“About that,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly, “It didn’t happen like that.”

“What do you mean,” Caroline asked, frowning.

Riley told her the story Rebecca told her, the one about her step-sister seducing the piano teacher. Caroline listened, wide-eyed.

When Riley wrapped up her story, Caroline asked only one question, “And Rebecca just told you this?”

Riley sighed. This was the part of the story she’d been dreading. It was the part of the story her friend would have a field day with.

“I recognize that sigh,” Caroline said, grinning. Riley could almost see her sharpening her teeth, ready to tear her apart.

Taking a deep breath to prepare, she told her friend about her step-sister inviting her into her room when she mistook guilt for embarrassment about being touched by the piano teacher; about Rebecca knowing she’d been in her room and had seen her little performance piece with her vibrator; about the slip up she had made that revealed she was sexually active with Caroline; about Rebecca wanting to have a conversation about lesbian stuff.

“Then something weird happened,” Riley said, her face hot with embarrassment.

“Weirder than what you just told me,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Yeah,” she said, then let it out in a hurry, “I slept with Rebecca.”

Caroline blinked at her, then she fell out laughing, “No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” Riley said, bracing for impact.

“Oh. My. God,” Caroline said, laughing harder, “You slut.”

“Hey!”

“Your own step-sister.”

“It isn’t like we are related,” Riley said, blushing even brighter.

Caroline laughed at her embarrassment, then said, “Let me guess, she seduced you, too.”

“Well, yeah,” Riley said.

“Not hard to believe. She has a body on her,” Caroline said, grinning, “All those tight clothes she wears.”

“She looks better without them,” Riley said, then clamped her hand to her mouth. What she’d said sank in and she looked at Caroline to see how she would respond.

Caroline looked at her wide-eyed, then started laughing. She was wiping tears out of her eyes when she said, “Does she now?”

“I didn’t mean to say that,” Riley said, her face so hot it would have curdled milk.

“Which isn’t the same as saying you didn’t mean it. So you think your step-sister has a nice body, huh?”

“Well, yeah,” Riley said.

“So do I,” Caroline said, grinning at her, “Great legs.”

The conversation wasn’t going the way she had expected. Not that she was complaining. She had expected Caroline to tease her relentlessly.

“Cute backside, too,” Riley said, holding her breath to see if it would trigger the ribbing she had been expecting all along. Caroline only nodded, grinning.

“So, are you going to sleep with the piano teacher, too?”

“What, no!”

“So it is only slightly older chicks that do it for you,” Caroline teased, then added, “You had that one coming after the internet squeeze comments.”

Laughing, Riley said, “I guess I did. Did you ever thank Natty for me?”

Caroline winked at her, said, “I did. She said you are welcome. She wants to be your Facebook friend. You should look her up. She is a cool chick.”

“I will,” Riley said.

“In the spirit of sharing,” Caroline said, laughing nervously, “I might have had cyber sex with her over Skype.”

“What,” Riley said, laughing, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“How does that work,” Riley asked.

“Um, well…” Caroline said, blushing, “That is a little hard to explain.”

“Okay,” Riley laughed, then she couldn’t resist adding, “Did you two use protection, at least? Don’t want to get a virus.”

Caroline rolled her eyes as the sad joke, then laughed anyway, “Ha ha. I could say the same about your step-sister.”

Riley smacked her arm, said, “Hey… She might dress kind of slutty and act kind of slutty, now that I think about it, but she’s only slept with one person. Well, two now.”

“Defending her honor, how sweet,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Oh God,” Riley said, laughing, “I’m going to grab a drink from downstairs. Want anything?”

“I want a Coke but I guess a water,” Caroline said, sighing.

“Why not have a Coke?”

“Supposed to be bad for my braces. I haven’t had one since I got them,” Caroline said, sounding miserable.

“Coke it is,” Riley said, winking.

Riley headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Getting a couple of glasses from the cupboard, she filled them with ice. She grabbed two cans of Coke from the fridge, turned back to get the glasses, when she heard the curious dialogue coming from the living room. Peeking around the cut out, she saw her dad and stepmom were watching some goofy comedy on TV.

Distracted by the farce, she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone in the kitchen until arms slipped around her waist from behind. Grinning, she thought Caroline had followed her downstairs after all, but she saw it was Rebecca, instead.

“There you are,” her step-sister said, pressing her breasts against Riley’s back, “All done ravaging your friend and needed a drink?”

Laughing, Riley said, “Not that it is any of your business, but we are waiting until they go to sleep.”

“Where is the fun in that,” Rebecca said, letting her hands roam up to cup Riley’s breasts through her T-shirt. She teased her nipples through the thin material until they ached sweetly. An involuntary groan escaped her and she found herself getting turned on by her step-sister’s boldness.

“Well, we’d like to continue fooling around,” Riley sighed, her voice thickening with excitement, “and getting caught because we couldn’t wait seems counter-productive.”

“Still, a little danger makes it fun,” the teenager said, letting one hand slip down Riley’s stomach and into the junction of her thighs. Riley moaned as her able fingers awoke a fire there. She was trapped against the counter, Rebecca’s delicious body pressing her against it from behind. Not that she really wanted to go anywhere.

Kissing the side of her neck, Rebecca said, “The thrill of risking being caught… Doesn’t it make you all wet inside?”

Riley had to admit she was more than a little aroused by what Rebecca was doing to her. The parental types were no more than twelve feet away and only the inane comedy provided any cover for the sounds she was making. Trying to keep her voice in check only made the tantalizing caress of Rebecca’s hand between her thighs more erotic.

She gasped in surprise when Rebecca hooked her thumbs in her shorts and shucked them and her underwear down around her knees.

“What are you doing,” she hissed, tried to reach down and pull them up.

“Live a little, kiddo,” Rebecca said, her fingers questing lower. Riley moaned as they slipped inside her ready core.

Her fingers tightened onto the countertop in a deathgrip, those thrusting fingers making her hips jerk. Rebecca pressed against her, her lower abdomen grinding against her bare backside. She sighed softly in Riley’s ear. Her enjoyment made Riley shiver with excitement.

“This has you all excited,” Rebecca said, kissing her neck, “you are dripping wet.”

“We should stop,” Riley said, around a moan, “What if they get up to get a drink?”

“Then we are busted,” Rebecca purred in her ear, her fingers moving faster inside of her.

The lovely sensations washing through her twelve year old body made it hard for her to think clearly. Rebecca knew right where to touch, her thrusting fingers driving her body wild. The teenager had her in a real state.

“Are you going to come for me,” Rebecca said, her own breathing fast and shallow. Riley realized she liked torturing her like this, probably as much as she herself liked the abuse.

Riley thought she might come. She was so excited. It couldn’t be long before she climaxed.

“Un-oh,” Rebecca said, looking past her at the TV, “a commercial. Doesn’t your Dad look parched? Now would be a good time to refill his drink, don’t you think?”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, willing the commercials to end.

Whatever network they were watching, it seemed they loved to stack their commercials up. There was a good three minutes of ads for car insurance, Lipton ice tea, Viagra, and a commercial she thought was selling sex until the last five seconds when it turned out to be a car commercial. She waited tensely for them all to run, sighed with relief when the movie started again. She knew she still wasn’t safe, that the duo on the couch could still get up for something and see her flushed, open mouth rictus of pleasure, with a grinning Rebecca pressed to her back, but the odds were more in her favor.

“I’m not going to stop until you come for me,” Rebecca whispered in her ear, then gently nibbled the lobe, “So you better hurry.”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, feeling her orgasm stir to life like a sleeping beast. Angered by being awakened, it raged through her, shook her to pieces. Her knees buckled and she would have hit the floor if not for Rebecca pinning her to the counter.

A gasp escaped her and she waited to see if it would draw the attention of the movie watchers. It was a timeless moment, everything slowing down to a crawl. It had sounded loud to her ears, clearly audible over the thundering of her pulse in her temples. They had to have heard her, would turn to see her dazed, post orgasmic face. They’d come to investigate, find her shorts around her knees and her juices running down her leg.

They didn’t, hadn’t heard or didn’t care to investigate her gasp.

Her legs were a little wobbly when Rebecca pulled back from her. She racked her shorts and panties back up, turned around to look at the grinning teenager. She had to lean heavily on the counter, not trusting her legs to hold her up.

“Asshole,” she said, laughing when Rebecca winked at her.

“You owe me an orgasm,” the teenager said.

“I owe you a kick in the ass after a stunt like that,” Riley said, laughing.

“You liked it,” Rebecca said, laughing, “The puddle on the floor proves it.”

“God, my legs feel like jello,” Riley said.

“You’re welcome,” Rebecca said, heading to the fridge. She came out with a bottle of water, turned back to Riley, “Tell Caroline she’s welcome, too. I got you all primed and ready for her.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Riley to shake her head in wonder.

She finished making her Cokes, then went upstairs to her room. She had to laugh at how wobbly her legs were. Rebecca had really done a number on her. Again. Shaking her head, she wondered at the can of worms she had opened by letting her step-sister seduce her. She smiled as a shiver of excitement worked through her.

Opening the door to her room, she found Caroline stretched out on her stomach, propped up on her elbows watching TV. She turned and gave Riley a warm smile, flashing her bling. Riley was glad she’d gotten over the trying to smile without showing her teeth thing.

Riley took a second to admire her, liked how she looked in her sleep shorts and T-shirt. The shorts were, well, very short, revealed her long legs and clung to her pert backside. Laying like that, with her chin on the palm of her hands, it pushed her small breasts out. Maybe Rebecca was right, had her ‘primed and ready’, but she thought Caroline looked incredibly sexy stretched out on her bed.

Giving her a curious smile, Caroline asked, “What are you looking at?”

“The sexy girl in my bed,” Riley said, setting the glasses on the bedside stand. She crawled on top of the girl, nuzzled her neck.

“Mmmm,” Caroline said, smiling, “I don’t know. Two flirty compliments in one day.”

Laughing, Riley brushed her hair aside so she could kiss her neck, let her hands slip down her flank and onto her adorable backside. Caroline sighed, turned her head to look at her friend. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“I thought we were waiting,” she said.

Leaning forward to kiss her, Riley said, “I don’t want to wait.”

Caroline smiled playfully at her, “Why? What happened downstairs to change your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on now. You were gone a while, then you had this dazed look on your face when you walked into the room,” Caroline said, then gave her a sweet kiss, “I recognize that look. I’ve been responsible for it a few times.”

Laughing at the last sentence, Riley said, “I was getting us drinks, when Rebecca came into the kitchen. Things got… interesting from there.”

“What? In the kitchen?”

“Yeah, with the parent types watching TV in the living room,” Riley said, laughing at the look on her friend’s face, “It was dangerous and exciting. I’m still a little jittery.”

“Rebecca is going to be trouble for you,” Caroline said, rolling onto her back so she wouldn’t have to crane her neck.

“I was thinking the same thing walking up the stairs,” Riley said.

“Well, since she has you all hot and bothered,” Caroline said, propping up on her elbows, “we might as well…”

Riley kissed her then, let her into her mouth. It was a playful kiss but deepened, became passionate as their tongues twined. Caroline responded, put a hand on the back of her neck to hold her to the kiss.

When she finally broke it, Caroline met Riley’s eyes, bit her lower lip. There was excitement in her eyes, desire. Grinning, Riley kissed her chin, then the graceful curve of her neck. Her collar bone. Caroline half sat up so Riley could remove her shirt. She undid her bra as Riley removed her own shirt. As Riley tossed her shirt aside, Caroline undid the clasps to her training bra, helped her out of it. Their lips met once more, then Riley gently pushed the girl to her back. She continued what she’d started, kissing her way down the girl’s supine body. Coming to the waistband of her shorts, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic. Caroline lifted her butt off the bed and Riley raked the shorts and panties down her long legs and off.

Naked, Caroline looked up at her, her eyes intrigued as Riley lowered herself onto her stomach between her spread thighs. She moaned and sighed as Riley used her fingers to tease her tender bud. Then she gasped when her friend lowered her mouth to sex, tasted her with her tongue. Her eyes were wide when Riley rolled her eyes up to look at her. Grinning, she continued to use her tongue to tease her clit.

With a nervous giggle, Caroline said, “Are we really doing this?”

“Why? Do you want me to stop?”

“Well, no,” Caroline said, sighing, “Natty talked about this, but it seemed kind of weird. I never expected to do it. Or have it done to me.”

Laughing, Riley said, “I really need to meet this Natty chick.”

Caroline laughed, then sighed as Riley used the flat of her tongue to torment her tender clit. Her body began to respond, her breathing quickening. She propped up on her elbows to watch what Riley was doing to her. Riley rolled her eyes up and she saw her friend biting her lip, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

I guess the weird has worn off, Riley thought, remembering the conversation she’d had with Rebecca about her first time.

As Caroline’s sighs became moans, then these cute little animal noises, Riley rolled her eyes to the door to the hallway. The parental types were still awake, probably still watching the stupid comedy they had been watching when she was in the kitchen. Still, the danger of one of them deciding to check up on Riley and Caroline was a real one. It gave her a naughty thrill, made her heart knock around her breast like a caged animal.

“God, that feels so good,” Caroline said, her body going crazy. Her back was arched, pushing her small breasts skyward and they jiggled as her body writhed. She grasped at the sheets, held on for dear life. Her head lolled back, her long hair brushing the sheets behind her.

Her little cries of pleasure were getting louder and could probably be heard outside of the room. It had Riley in a state, so aroused by living dangerously. She didn’t tell Caroline to keep quiet, grew more and more excited as she continued to make those sharp sounds of ecstasy.

Riley felt Caroline start to come, grabbed her thighs to keep her jerking body to her mouth. She kept flicking her tongue across her bud until she felt her friend stiffen against her face. Involuntarily, her thighs clamp together, squeezing on Riley’s head. She shook with her friend, trapped by her thighs. Then the girl went limp and she was free.

Laughing, she crawled up the supine girl’s body, gave her a kiss. When she pulled back, Caroline smiled at her, said, “Your face is all wet.”

“Yeah, you had me in a headlock, for a minute,” she said, grinning when the girl blushed.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Caroline said, hooking her fingers in Riley’s shorts, “Take these off.”

Riley stretched out on her back and let Caroline finish removing her clothes. Naked, she glanced at the door. If her father or stepmother came in now, she’d never be able to explain why they were naked. It would be pretty obvious what they had been up to, what with Caroline’s juices drying on her face.

A shiver of excitement worked its way through her. Maybe Rebecca had been right; it was a lot more fun like this, when there was an element of danger.

Caroline smiled nervously down at her and Riley said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t,” Caroline said, leaning in for a kiss, “I’m just a little nervous.”

“Take your time,” Riley said, touching her face tenderly.

Caroline gave her another kiss, let it linger until Riley’s toes were curling. Then she nuzzled her neck, kissed her collar bone. Riley stroked her hair as she worked her way lower, sighed as her friend’s tongue teased first one nipple, then the other. She didn’t let up until they were aching sweetly and she groaned. She left a trail of kisses down her stomach. Riley’s excitement grew as she got closer and closer to her ready girlhood.

Finally, Caroline stretched out between Riley’s spread thighs, hesitantly lowered her mouth to her sex. Riley continued to stroke her hair, smiled encouragingly when Caroline rolled her eyes up to look at her. Her friend’s tongue felt incredible as it teased her bud, made her sigh. Without thinking about it, she let her hand slip around to the back of Caroline’s head, holding her to her gyrating pussy. Rebecca had done this to her, now she found herself doing it to Caroline, her fingers knotting in her hair.

Maybe Caroline got the hint or really didn’t need the hand on the back of her head because she continued to caress Riley’s clit with the flat of her tongue. Her technique wasn’t as good as Rebecca’s but Riley still couldn’t stop moaning.

Something she had seen in the videos on Rebecca’s computer popped into her head, an image of two naked teens going down on each other at the same time, their faces in each other’s crotches. Sixty-nine, she thought it was called. She’d heard the term somewhere, probably at school. A lot of sex talk had been floating around lately.

Actually having sex, Riley had thought some of the things she heard were so outlandish they had to be made up. Some just made her laugh. She guessed it was to be expected – most twelve year olds weren’t sexually active and who knew where they were getting their information.

Still, she was pretty sure what she had seen on the computer screen was called sixty-nine. The idea was kind of intriguing. She and Caroline could do it at the same time.

“Caroline,” she sighed.

“Yeah,” her friend said, looking up at her.

“Do you know what sixty-nining is?”

“No.”

“Turn your body this way,” she said, making a crude show of what she had in mind with her fingers. Her friend gave her a look, laughing. Riley laughed and said, “Just do it.”

Shrugging, Caroline rotated a hundred and eighty degrees so she was straddling Riley’s chest. Riley urged her back more until her thighs bracketed her neck. Caroline looked over her shoulder at Riley, clearly wondering what she was up to. She got the idea pretty quickly when Riley’s tongue slipped between the soft folds of her pussy to tease her bud. Moaning, she lowered her face to Riley’s crotch.

With the girl right in her face, she could smell the musky scent of her and Riley found it intoxicating. It seemed to grow a little sharper as Caroline became more excited. As she continued to caress her bud with her tongue, she inhaled deeply from the girl.

Caroline was doing wonderful things to her, her tongue sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her young body. It was hard to concentrate on pleasuring her friend and she kept having to stop as a moan ripped its way from her. The more she tried to keep her mouth on Caroline’s undulating sex, the more those moans seemed to come.

Her friend seemed to being having the same troubles, had given up on using her tongue. Her fingers slipped into Riley’s slick sex, found the magic spot. Already struggling to give and receive, her thrusting fingers made it nearly impossible. She couldn’t stop making these wordless noises of excitement. She kind of wished her friend wasn’t a virgin, so she could do what Caroline was doing to her.

Determined to please her friend, Riley focused on using her tongue to tease Caroline’s clit, trying to ignore what Caroline was doing to her. It really didn’t work, those thrusting finger’s insistent for her attention. Still, she tried, kept her tongue moving as she moaned and sighed.

“That feels so… Oh, God… Don’t stop doing that,” Caroline said, half sitting up and arching her back. The move pushed her pussy against Riley’s face and her undulating hips rubbed it against her tongue. Her hips started jerking, lost all grace as her orgasm welled up inside. With a sharp cry of ecstasy, she came, her body lifting off of Riley’s mouth as it shook.

For a moment, she forgot about Riley, just basked in the feel of her post orgasmic body. Riley was kind of jealous, the fingers unmoving inside of her. She was so close, right on the edge of sweet release. She wriggled her hips to remind her friend she was still there.

Caroline got the message, started thrusting her fingers in and out in a blur. Each thrust found her g-spot, drove her body wild. Then Caroline lowered her mouth to her sex, tasted her with her tongue. Riley closed her eyes, enjoyed the sensations washing through her body. Without having to worry about Caroline, she was free to focus on her own orgasm, which stirred to life inside of her. She cried out as it raged through her, her body going crazy as she came.

Throwing her leg over, Caroline got off of Riley, then stretched out beside of her, pressed her body against her side. Smiling, Riley put an arm around her, pulled her close. Caroline threw a leg across her thighs, resting her head on her shoulder.

“We are getting pretty good at this,” Caroline said, tracing lazy circles on Riley’s stomach with her finger tips.

Grinning, she said, “Yeah.”

“We should probably get dressed.”

“In a minute,” Riley said, kissing the top of her head, “I’m enjoying this.”

Caroline looked up at her and smiled, “I don’t know, you might be better at the lovey-dovey stuff than you think.”

Laughing, Riley kissed her.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Ebo

“Just give it a chance,” her stepmother said, glancing at her in the passenger seat.

Riley nodded, tried to muster up some excitement about her first day of piano lessons. The idea of learning to play music was kind of cool and Rebecca seemed to enjoy her lessons. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

Still, she got the feeling her stepmother had signed her up for these lessons just to get her out of the house for a while.

As they drove in an awkward silence, Riley wondered what Caroline was doing. Thinking about her oldest friend made her smile, then thinking about the curious turn their friendship had taken, she smiled even brighter. Most of the awkwardness had worn off of fooling around with Caroline and, now, it was just fun. It surprised her a little how quickly and how easily she took to sleeping with her.

They weren’t a couple or anything, just liked to have sex on occasion. That night, after their first fumbling, hot attempt at being together, they had had a long discussion about what it meant to their friendship. They had decided it didn’t really change much. The thought of trying to date had made them fall out in stitches.

So, they were friends… with benefits.

Riley was jostled from her thoughts when they made a right turn into a driveway, came to a stop. She noticed the sign on the door reading ‘On That Note’ and realized they were there. Unfastening her seatbelt, she glanced at her stepmother, then opened the door.

“I’ll be back to pick you up at eight,” she said, smiling, “Have fun.”

“Okay,” Riley said, getting out of the car. She watched her stepmother drive away, then went to the door. Spotting a buzzer on the frame, she pressed it. A few seconds passed, then a smiling woman answered the door.

Riley gasped in surprise, recognizing the woman even before she introduced herself. Her mind flashed back to the second time she snuck into her sister’s room, to the video of Rebecca and a thirty-something year old woman kissing. She could see the woman’s face clearly and she was looking at her now.

The piano teacher was Hgreg@yahoo, Rebecca’s lover.

“You must be Riley,” the woman said, offering her hand, “My name is Helena Greg. Come in and we’ll get started.”

Helena must not have noticed her recognition, the stunned look on her face. Still, it seemed impolite to leave the hand hanging, so she shook it, found herself being led by it to the den where a large, imposing piano took up one corner.

“Have a seat at the piano,” Helena said, releasing her hand.

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“How was piano practice?”

Riley started, looked around at her step-sister standing in the open doorway to her room. Thinking about the teacher, the woman Riley knew to be Rebecca’s lover, she blushed. Guilt snuck up on her and she felt like an ass for invading her privacy. Definitely wished she didn’t know about the illicit affair between Rebecca and Helena Greg.

The whole practice had been one long, awkward moment.

She hadn’t known what to expect from the piano teacher but was a little surprised when she liked the woman. She was funny, patient, a really good teacher. Riley felt she shouldn’t like her, that she should be on her guard, but the woman had a way about her. She had made Riley relax at times, to forget she had molested her step-sister. Then she’d remember and her concentration would go out the window.

She could see why Rebecca could fall for her.

Her step-sister saw her blush, her face pinching in anger, as she said, “Let me talk to you for a minute.”

Blinking in surprise, Riley realized she was being admitted into Rebecca’s room. Frowning, she followed her step-sister into the room, the frown deepening when she closed the door. This was very unfamiliar territory, not just being in the room, but being acknowledged by the girl in general. Something important was happening. What, she had no idea.

“Mom came to me, asked about signing you up for lessons,” Rebecca said, sitting on her bed. She sighed, shook her head, “I tried to talk her out of it without seeming like I was trying to talk her out of it. Told her you were tone deaf, heard you singing in the shower. It didn’t work. She told me to stop being mean and signed you up, anyway.”

“Okay,” Riley said, still frowning.

“I don’t know,” she said, running a hand through her hair, “I guess, I should have told her the truth then. Maybe, it would have spared you from the woman.”

“The woman?”

“Ms. Greg. Helena,” Rebecca said.

“Spare me from her?”

Frowning, Rebecca asked, “She didn’t touch you?”

Blinking in surprise, Riley said, “Touch me? No.”

“I… When you blushed when I asked you how piano practice was… I just assumed…,” Rebecca said, flustered.

Riley realized her step-sister was actually concerned about her, had thought the piano teacher had tried something. She was touched by the gesture and more than a little surprised by it. Then she felt like a real ass because she had blushed for a whole different reason. It was guilt that colored her cheeks.

“Rebecca,” Riley said, sighing, “I’m sorry. I know about you and Ms. Greg. I snuck into your room, found a video of you two on your computer. I know it was a shitty thing to do and I feel horrible about it.”

“And that is why you blushed when I asked about piano practice,” Rebecca said, nodding.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for invading your privacy.”

Sighing, she nodded, “It’s okay. I already knew you’d been in my room.”

Blinking in surprise–something she had done a lot since coming into this room–Riley said, “You did?”

“I always leave my webcam on recording when I leave the house. I like to know if Mom has been in my room.”

“Oh,” Riley said, then just what that meant sank in. Her cheeks turned scarlet and she looked away in embarrassment. The scene with the vibrator played in her head and her face grew even hotter.

Seeing it, Rebecca laughed, “Yeah. You put on quite a show.”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, wanting to flee the room.

“You snuck in here a few more times to borrow my vibrator, then you just stopped,” Rebecca said, laughing, “Why is that?”

Riley looked at her, then said, “I have my own.”

“You do,” Rebecca said, her eyes widening as she laughed, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“This has to be a good story,” her step-sister said, leaning forward, “Grab a chair. I have to hear how a twelve year old ends up with a vibrator.”

Riley really didn’t want to tell the story but she felt she owed Rebecca something for invading her personal space. That and this was the longest conversation they’d ever had, as far as Riley could remember. Maybe it was the start of a tenuous relationship between them.

Shaking her head, she pulled the office chair away from the desk, sat down. With a deep breath, she said, “I was at the mall, in Spencers, looking for a gift for a friend. You know that one section of the store, where they have adult novelties?”

Rebecca nodded, then laughed when she sensed where the story was headed.

“Anyway, there was a display for ‘personal massagers’. Boxes and boxes of vibrators. So close but no clerk would ever sell one to me, a twelve year old girl.”

Laughing, Rebecca said, “You have the itch bad, huh?”

“Bad enough to steal one of them,” Riley admitted, blushing.

“You stole a sex toy from the mall,” Rebecca said, shaking her head in amusement, “That is priceless.”

“So, now you know,” Riley said, wondering if it were possible to get any more blood in her face. Probably not.

“And I’m the one the parents talk about as the problem child,” Rebecca said, shaking her head in mock dismay.

Riley had to laugh at her own expense.

“So it wasn’t your conscience getting the better of you,” Rebecca said, grinning, “you just found another plaything.”

“I really am sorry about sneaking into your room.”

“I’m just messing with you,” she said, then, “seriously, though; stay out of my room.”

“No problem.”

“Anyway, I guess warning you about Helena is a waste of time, now.”

“What is the story with you two?”

“Story?”

“How’d the video come about?”

“Oh,” Rebecca said, laughing, “You really want to know about that?”

“You can tell me it is none of my business, if you want.”

Rebecca looked at her a long moment, then shrugged, “I started taking piano lessons when I was about your age. Helena was married then, her husband a real piece of work. Cheated on her all the time, might even have hit her. I never saw any marks but I just got the feeling…

“About the time he finally left her, my parents were splitting up. We really bonded then, kinda leaned on each other for support. We became friends. The sex part came later.”

“So, she wasn’t, well…” Riley said, then trailed off when she didn’t know how to put the thought into words.

Luckily, Rebecca seemed to understand what she was asking, “Was she a pedophile?”

“What is a pedophile?”

“An adult who messes around with kids?”

“Oh,” Riley said, her eyes wide.

“I guess, technically, she was,” Rebecca said, then shook her head, “I was the one who instigated the relationship. She never would have touched me if I hadn’t seduced her.”

“You seduced her?” Riley asked, blinking in surprise. She really needed to stop doing that before it becomes permanent. She’d just walk around blinking in surprise for no good reason.

“I figured out pretty young I wasn’t like most girls. I couldn’t get interested in boy talks,” Rebecca said, shrugging, “when I started noticing I was attracted to girls, it made more sense. I was a lesbian.

“I never told anyone about it,” she said, looking at Riley, “in fact, you are the first person other than Helena I’ve told.”

“Oh,” Riley said, thinking about Caroline. Was this a beginning of a trend, people opening up to her about their sexual orientation? she wondered.

“Anyway,” Rebecca said, going on, “I had all of these pent up feelings, urges I couldn’t find an outlet for. I was scared to act on them. I knew the kids at school could be vicious when you were a little different, didn’t want to paint a target on my back.

“One day, Helena was wearing this summer dress at piano practice and I caught myself admiring her legs. That was the beginning, my realizing she was appealing. Her husband had broken more than just her heart when he left; he had broken her spirit. She didn’t date even though she was pretty enough to turn many a guy’s head.

“She turned her ankle on a throw rug at practice. I got her a bag of ice and rubbed her swelling ankle for a minute. A tension came between us. I was a closeted lesbian and she was a lonely, broken woman. She didn’t stop me when I let my hand slip under her skirt…” Rebecca said, then blushed and laughed when she remembered she was talking to a twelve year old, “Anyway, that was the first time.”

“Good,” Riley said, relieved she had read the videos right. She felt better about not telling Rebecca’s mother about it.

“Good?” Rebecca repeated, raising her eyebrows.

“I was agonizing over whether I should tell someone about the videos,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly, “You seemed so happy in the videos, I decided not to. Did I make the right decision?”

“Helena is harmless,” Rebecca said, then smiled, “The videos were my idea, something to spice up the relationship.”

“Yet, you were concerned about Helena trying something with me,” she said, reminding the teenager about her concern.

She sighed and said, “I really didn’t think she’d do anything. It is just you are a pretty girl and…”

“So it was jealousy, not concern for my well being, that motivated you to tell your mom not to sign me up for lessons,” Riley said, smiling.

“It was a little of both,” Rebecca said, then grinned sheepishly, “Although it was more jealousy than concern.”

“You have feelings for her,” Riley said.

It wasn’t a question but Rebecca answered her anyway, “I love her.”

“I know,” Riley said, grinning, “I could see it in your eyes in the videos.”

Sighing, she said, “But, I’m not in love with her. Do you know what I mean?”

“Not really,” Riley said.

“She was my first, so she’ll always have a place in my heart but… I don’t know. I always imagined I’d find someone who’d take my breath away. Being with Helena is fun, exciting but I’ve never felt that with her.”

“Okay,” Riley said, thinking she understood.

“Maybe I’m overthinking it, expecting love to be like a romance novel,” she said, shaking her head, “I really do like being with her. She is sweet, funny. Great in bed.”

Riley laughed at that last line and Rebecca winked at her.

“My only real complaint is I don’t get to be with her very often. Just the one time a week,” Rebecca said, sighing.

“Yeah, I get that,” Riley said, nodding. She missed fooling around with Caroline when they were apart.

Rebecca gave her an odd look, her eyes widening in surprise, “What’s with that statement?”

“What do you mean?”

“It didn’t sound like a one off, sarcastic statement,” Rebecca said, looking expectantly at her, “There was a little feeling behind it.”

Blushing, Riley realized she might have put her foot in her mouth, she said, “No, I just meant-”

“Oh, my God,” Rebecca said, laughing, “Who is it?”

“Who is it,” Riley parroted.

“You are sleeping with someone,” Rebecca said, certainty in her voice. She favored Riley with a knowing smile.

“I’m-” she started to deny it but her step-sister didn’t let her.

“Come on, now,” she said, laughing.

Riley looked at her a long moment, then sighed, “Fine. You are right.”

“Anybody I know,” she asked, then laughed when Riley’s reaction to the question gave her away, “Who is it?”

“Oh, God. I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Riley said, shaking her head and laughing, “It’s Caroline.”

“Your friend,” Rebecca said, her eyes widening, “then you are a…”

“A lesbian?” Riley asked.

“Yeah.”

“No,” Riley said, then, “Well, maybe. I guess a little.”

“Huh,” her step-sister said, looking at her, “I didn’t see that one coming. I thought you had a boyfriend or something. Didn’t know it was a girlfriend.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend. Just a friend,” Riley said.

“That you’ve slept with?”

“Yes,” Riley said, laughing at the look Rebecca gave her.

“So what, are you just fuck buddies,” Rebecca said, grinning, “Friends with benefits?”

“I’m going to regret telling you,” she said and it wasn’t a question.

“Maybe,” Rebecca said, then grinned mischievously, “So, what have you two done?”

“Done?”

“I’m assuming you’ve kissed.”

“Yeah,” Riley said.

“Anything else,” Rebecca asked, laughing when Riley’s face colored again, “Oh, my God! You have!”

“I’m going to go,” Riley said, started to get up.

“Come on,” Rebecca said, grabbing her hand, “Don’t be like that. I don’t get to talk about this stuff with anyone.”

“This stuff?”

“Lesbian stuff,” she said, then rolled her eyes, “All my friends are straight and I have to pretend to be interested in their boy stories. I just want to have a conversation with another lesbian. Even one as young as you.”

Riley looked at her a long moment, saw the genuine desire in her eyes. She really couldn’t say why she did, but she sat back down.

“So,” Rebecca said, leaning forward, “how did it happen?”

Sighing, Riley said, “Caroline opened up to me about having urges lately. I didn’t know what to say. It was an awkward wedge between us and I panicked. I didn’t want to lose my best friend over it. I just kissed her.”

“You kissed her?” Rebecca asked, her eyes widening.

Laughing, Riley said, “Yeah. I kissed her, said I refused to let this ruin our friendship. Things kind of snowballed from there.”

“Snowballed,” Rebecca said.

Riley blushed, “Do you really want to hear this?”

“Oh, wow,” her step-sister said, laughing, “Things got serious, huh?”

“Pretty serious,” Riley admitted.

“What are we talking,” she said, grinning, “Third base?”

“What is third base for lesbians?”

“I guess eating or fingering pussy,” her step-sister said, laughing at the shocked look on Riley’s face.

“What’s the other bases,” Riley asked, not sure she was ready to admit to Rebecca that she and Caroline had made it to third base.

“First is kissing,” Rebecca said, tapping a finger on her chin, “Second is touching her breasts. We already covered third base. I’m guessing home would be tribbing or using a vibrator.”

Riley realized she and Caroline had made it a lot further than third, it turned out. Rebecca was looking at her and must have seen that realization cross her face. She blushed as a knowing smile spread on her step-sister’s face.

“What, did you use your vibrator on her?” Rebecca asked, laughing.

Riley didn’t answer, which was still answer enough.

“So, what else have you two tried?” Rebecca asked.

Her face hot, Riley said, “We might have tribbed a little. Used our hands.”

“Didn’t go down on each other,” Rebecca asked, laughing.

“No.”

“You should try it,” her step-sister said, winking, “feels incredible.”

Riley squirmed uncomfortably. She wasn’t sure she was ready to have this kind of conversation, yet. Just some of the terminology was making her blush, her step-sister not making any effort to clean up the vulgarity for Riley’s sake, anymore.

“It was a little weird the first time I let Helena eat me out,” Rebecca said, then shivered, “but it felt so good, the weird wore off pretty quick.”

“Did you, you know, to her?”

She laughed and said, “You can say it, you know. Try it on for size one time.”

“Did you eat her out,” Riley said, her face hot.

“You mean, did I lick her pussy clean,” Rebecca said, laughing as Riley’s eyes got big as saucers, “then yeah, I did. That was an experience, let me tell you. Still, hearing her go crazy from my tongue on her clit… Something satisfying about making another person squeal like that.”

Maybe she was becoming numb to the explicit language her step-sister used, but it didn’t make her as uncomfortable as before. That should probably make her a lot more nervous than it did. The very inappropriate way she described her relationship with Helena was kind of exciting in a way. Dirty.

Rebecca was looking at her funny, then said, “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m just embarrassed,” Riley said, which wasn’t completely true.

“Maybe,” Rebecca said, grinning, “but that isn’t all. Your breathing got all funny when I started talking about eating Helena out.”

“I should go,” Riley said, looking at the door.

“It is okay to be turned on,” Rebecca said, putting a hand on her thigh, just above the knee, “Talking dirty does it for me, too.”

“I’m not turned on,” Riley said, pushing the hand away.

“Tell that to your nipples,” Rebecca said, laughing.

Riley looked down at herself, saw her nipples straining against the thin material of her shirt. Her face grew hot with embarrassment and she crossed her arms over her breasts.

Rebecca grabbed the office chair, pulled Riley right in front of her. Riley found herself very close to her step-sister, felt a tension between them. The way she was smiling at Riley wasn’t helping, one corner turned up in a playful smirk.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said you were a pretty girl,” Rebecca said, meeting Riley’s gaze.

Riley saw the interest in her eyes, wanted to look away but she was transfixed by the desire behind them. Her heart knocked around in her chest as she realized her step-sister was attracted to her.

This was even more awkward than finding out Caroline thought she was attractive. First her best friend, now her step-sister.

The hand was back on her thigh, higher this time. Rebecca’s thumb was gently rubbing back and forth, making her skin tingle.

“I’ve noticed you walking around in these tiny shorts you love to wear,” Rebecca said, still caressing her thigh, “You’ve got these long legs for a girl your age, always on display.”

Riley swallowed hard as the hand inched higher. It stopped just below the hem of the very shorts Rebecca was commenting on.

“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to spread those legs…” Rebecca said, gently pushing one leg open. Her other hand fell on Riley’s other leg, pushing it open. Her eyes dropped to the junction of the girl’s thighs, her gaze hot on Riley’s sex through the thin cotton of her shorts. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she said, “and pull the shorts aside to reveal your pretty little pussy…”

She heard the words, should have known it was coming but she still gasped when Rebecca did just that, her knuckles brushing against her girlhood as she pulled the shorts and panties aside. Rebecca’s boldness had her rooted in her spot and she couldn’t work up the saliva to tell her to stop. Her heartbeat was thundering in her ears and she could barely breath.

“And it is a pretty pussy,” Rebecca said, her eyes hot on Riley’s skin, “A peach like that, I could eat all night long.”

Gasping, Riley tried to say something, but stammered a bunch of nonsense instead.

“Got you all flustered, huh,” Rebecca said, then leaned forward and kissed Riley, her tongue slipping into her mouth when she opened it to gasp. Her tongue teased Riley’s into a kiss and she responded without meaning to. Rebecca drew her into a deeper kiss, their tongues tangling in a frenzy.

Pulling back, Rebecca smiled at her, said, “You are a nice kisser. Makes me wonder what else you can do with that tongue.”

A little dizzy from the kiss and more turned on than she wanted to admit by the filth spilling out of her step-sister’s mouth, Riley flushed with excitement. Rebecca had her in a state, couldn’t think clearly about what was happening.

Rebecca let her shorts and panties fall back into place and Riley was more than a little disappointed. Then her step-sister’s fingers started massaging her through the shorts, mashing her labia in lazy circles.

“Rebecca, we shouldn’t-”

“Why not? You are the one who said you weren’t getting enough pussy from Caroline. I could deal with getting laid myself,” Rebecca said, adding pressure to her fingertips.

Riley moaned, her hips starting to gyrate on their own. Heat blossomed between her thighs and she really didn’t want Rebecca to stop.

“It sounds like you really don’t want me to stop, anyway,” Rebecca said, grinning as another moan spilled from the twelve year old’s slack mouth. She stopped rubbing Riley’s crotch, removed her hand. Smiling, she said, “If you really want to stop, then go ahead and leave. Or, you can stay and we can have some fun.”

Riley blinked at her, then glanced at the door. She knew she should go, that this was a bad idea. This was her step-sister, a person she had to live with for the foreseeable future. It could get really weird, if they became lovers. Still, she didn’t want to go.

Rebecca laughed and patted the bed beside her, “If you haven’t run away, yet, you aren’t going to. Come here.”

Getting up, she sat beside Rebecca on the bed. Their lips met, then tongues danced. Again, Rebecca teased her into a deeper kiss than she intended. She felt herself responding, becoming aroused.

The teenager grinned at her when she broke the kiss, then sank to her knees on the floor in front of Riley. She hooked her fingers in the bottom of the T-shirt Riley wore and pulled it up. Without thinking, Riley raised her arms and the shirt was removed. She put her arm across her bosom, but Rebecca pulled it away, smiled at her small, upswept breasts. Her hands were warm and soft when they cupped them, and Riley let her nipples drag deliciously across her palms. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts into Rebecca’s hands.

The hands slipped down her stomach and into the waistband of her shorts. Riley took a deep breath, then lifted her butt off the bed. It was all the invitation Rebecca needed and she pulled the shorts and panties down and off. She tossed them aside, then let her eyes roam up a now very naked Riley. By the time, she met Riley’s eyes, she was smiling a sexy little smile.

“You have a nice body,” she said, putting a hand behind Riley’s head to pull her down into a kiss, “Still a little girl’s body, just beginning to change. It is kind of sexy.”

Riley blushed, didn’t say anything. She wanted to cover herself but didn’t. The time for modesty had passed.

“Lay back,” Rebecca said, caressing her thighs. Riley did as she was told, looking up at the ceiling. She gasped when Rebecca’s wet lips touched her girlhood. Propping up on her elbows, she watched as the teenager let her tongue flick back and forth across her tender bud. She couldn’t bite back the nervous giggle that escaped her as she realized what was happening. Rebecca was eating her pussy.

The sixteen year old rolled her eyes up at her and grinned, still torturing her clit with her tongue. It did feel incredible but was almost too weird to watch. She flopped on her back, closed her eyes. It wasn’t enough. She put her hands to her face, couldn’t stop giggling.

“This is so weird,” she said, shaking her head. Still, Rebecca’s tongue was sending waves of pleasure crashing through her young body. Her body was writhing with a mind of its own. Weird or not, it liked what was happening to it.

Her step-sister moved lower, the tip of her tongue teasing circles around the opening of her vagina. Then she suddenly stopped. Blinking in surprise, Riley propped up on her elbows and looked at her. Rebecca had her labia spread, was looking wide eyed at her. She glanced up at Riley, frowning.

“You aren’t a virgin,” she said.

“Oh, that,” Riley said, laughing, “A fence climbing mishap.”

Rebecca flinched in sympathy, then grinned, “Then it is your lucky day.”

She wet a finger in her mouth, then eased it into Riley. The saliva wasn’t necessary; she was so excited her juices were dripping from her wet sex. The finger slipped deep inside, found the sweet spot. She slipped the finger in and out, each thrust finding that magic button that drove Riley’s body wild every time she pressed it.

Grinning, the teenager returned her mouth to Riley’s clit, her tongue continuing its assault. The two sensations–the finger slipping in and out of her and the hot tongue caressing her tender bud–melded into one intense pleasure, more intense than either one by itself. Rebecca knew what she was doing, drove her body crazy. She was a moaning, writhing mess.

“You like what I’m doing,” Rebecca asked, pausing to grin at her.

“Yeah,” Riley moaned, thickly.

“Tell me what you like,” Rebecca said.

“I like when you eat my pussy,” Riley said, a little embarrassed by using such language. Then again, she was more than a little turned on by it.

“Say it again,” Rebecca said.

“I like when you eat my pussy,” the twelve year old said, giggling.

“Keep saying it,” Rebecca said, grinning, “keep saying ‘eat my pussy’.”

In a breathy moan, Riley kept repeating those three words. Rebecca seemed happy to oblige, her tongue torturing Riley’s clit. Repeating the vulgarity like a mantra was dirty and exciting and her body was alive with pleasure.

Her hips were gyrating so hard, Rebecca was having trouble keeping her mouth to Riley’s body and was squeezing her thigh almost hard enough to hurt in an attempt to keep her still. It did no good. Riley’s body was out of control, she was so excited.

“That feels so good,” she breathed, her head tossing listlessly. A gasp slipped from her when she felt herself beginning to come. Like a boiler ready to blow, an orgasm gathered steam deep inside of her, built pressure upon pressure until she must surely explode. Then her body clenched up, her back arching off the bed and shoving her trembling pussy into her step-sister’s face. Shaking like a leaf, she collapsed back to the bed.

Rebecca wasn’t finished with her, kept thrusting her finger deep into her spasming sex. Her eyes wide, she had to clamp a hand to her mouth to keep quiet as a second climax rose out of the ashes of the first. It was even more intense than the first, nearly shook her apart. She thought it was over but Rebecca kept thrusting, her finger finding her magic spot every time. A third orgasm grabbed ahold of her and it was almost painful it felt so good. Even through her hand, her cries of ecstasy were getting loud enough to carry outside of the room. Still, Rebecca didn’t stop, pushed her toward a fourth orgasm. It was too much and she had to push Rebecca’s hand away from her very sensitive sex.

She was a panting, trembling mess, dazed from the back to back to back to back orgasms. A faint sheen of sweat covered her young body and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. An involuntary surprised laugh escaped her and she looked wide eyed at her step-sister. The teenager was grinning at her.

“Wow,” she said.

“I don’t remember being able to come like that when I was twelve,” Rebecca said, moving up to kiss her, “I’m jealous.”

“That was intense,” Riley said, holding up her hand so Rebecca could see it shaking.

“Well, it is my turn now,” Rebecca said, getting to her feet. She unbuttoned her shorts, shucked them along with her panties down her long legs and off. Her t-shirt and bra joined them on the floor and she climbed naked onto the bed.

Riley looked at her, drank her in. Rebecca had the body of a goddess; long, shapely legs; flaring hips and a flat, sexy belly; large, high breasts that jiggled when she moved; a pert backside. She looked so soft and inviting stretched out on her side.

Riley found her more than a little appealing, which kind of surprised her. While she had fooled around with Caroline and had liked how her friend looked naked, she hadn’t been anywhere as attracted to her as she was to the naked teenager before her. Something about her beautiful body had Riley’s pulse racing.

She really didn’t consider herself a lesbian, but she might have to rethink that assessment. There was no denying she found Rebecca very sexy.

Rebecca pulled her down beside her, kissed her deeply. It was a lingering, passionate kiss, that left both of them breathless. The space between them melted away and their bodies molded together.

Her hands roaming over the teenager’s soft skin, Riley found Rebecca’s body fascinating, couldn’t stop exploring every swell and dip of her. Rebecca moaned and sighed, enjoyed the caresses, a hint of a smile on her face.

Rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs, she invited Riley to explore further. Riley looked at the dewy thatch of pubic hair, the folds of her sex blushing with excitement. An exhilarating shiver worked through her when she realized what she needed to do. It was only fair, since Rebecca had done it for her.

She had to go down on her step-sister.

Another shiver of excitement worked through her naked body. The thought of putting her mouth down there was both weird and very thrilling. A nervous giggle escaped her as she moved between her spread thighs. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched her sex, massaged the clit with her fingertips. She had to bite back another giggle when Rebecca sighed and wriggled her hips against her hand.

Summoning her courage, she lowered her face to Rebecca’s sex, kissed her down there. Her tongue teased the hood of her clit, made her moan. Another nervous giggle welled up inside her as she realized she was doing it. She was eating Rebecca’s pussy. That thought made it harder to keep the almost manic laugh in check.

The salty taste of her skin, the faint musky scent of her sex, the soft sighs she was making… So many wonderful sensations swirling around her that Riley had to smile. Rebecca’s hips began to undulate against her mouth as her tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. She must be doing okay, those soft sighs becoming moans as the teenager’s arousal grew.

Rebecca’s hand fell on the back of her head, holding her face to her muff. Her fingers knotted in Riley’s hair as her body writhed. Riley took it as a compliment.

“That feels good,” Rebecca said, sighing, “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Riley grinned at her, shook her head.

“A natural, then,” Rebecca sighed.

The rolling of her hips made it hard to keep her focus on Rebecca’s bud. Her cheeks were wet from the teenager’s thrashing and her jaw was starting to hurt. Taking a page from Rebecca’s playbook, she wet her finger and eased it into the hot, slick core of her sex. It sucked at her greedily, pulled her in deeper. She used her finger to give her mouth a break.

Rebecca didn’t seem to mind, her cries of pleasure growing sharper. She was biting her lip to stifle them but it wasn’t working as well as before.

Smiling, Riley thought about Caroline, how her own cries had escalated until Riley had to give her a pillow to put over her face to muffle them. Thinking about the girl, she wondered what she’d think about what Riley was doing, sleeping with her step-sister. Smiling, she knew she’d catch hell from her friend when she told her about this later.

“Oh God,” Rebecca said, her body heaving off the bed.

Thinking about Caroline, she had been distracted and hadn’t realized the teenager was coming. She felt her step-sister’s body tremble around her finger, which was still buried deep inside her. The sweet torture Rebecca had put her through earlier popped into her head and she grinned as she started thrusting the finger in and out of her now very sensitive pussy. Just as with Riley, it drove her body crazy and she came a second time. She let Riley bring her to a body shaking, breathtaking third climax before pushing her hand away.

Brushing her hair from her sweaty face, Rebecca grinned at Riley, “Wow, kid. Holy shit, that was incredible.”

“Not bad?” Riley asked, grinning back at her.

“Not bad,” Rebecca parroted, laughed, “My whole body is still trembling. I never came that hard before!”

Her ego properly inflated, Riley crawled up and gave her a kiss. Rebecca touched her cheek tenderly when Riley pulled back, said, “Your face is all wet. Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.”

“It’s okay,” Riley said, smiling at her.

“I’m not going to lie to you,” the sixteen year old said, laughing, “I just wanted to sleep with you for some perverted shits and giggles. You are just a kid, after all. I never expected anything but a quick wham, bam, thank you, Ma’am.”

Laughing, Riley said, “Okay.”

“That being said,” she said, stretching like a cat in a sunny spot, “you are welcome in my bed at anytime. I’d love to do this again.”

Riley thought about it for a moment, then said, “I think I’d like that, too.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Ebo

“I’ve got to ask,” Riley said, finally given in to the need to know, “What was that all about earlier?”

Caroline blushed and looked down at her hands, “You mean, the whole vibrator thing?”

“Yeah, that,” Riley said, laughing.

“Did it weird you out too much?”

Frowning at the question, she thought about it for a moment, said, “Not too much I guess. A little, at first.”

“Me, too,” Caroline agreed.

“You really haven’t answered my question.”

She shrugged, but not carelessly, “It was something new. When you took the vibrator and started using it on me… I don’t know. It was weird and kind of exciting at the same time. I’ve never done anything like it.”

“Neither have I,” Riley felt the need to say.

“Not to anyone else, anyway,” Caroline teased, winking.

Sighing, she said, “Honestly, I don’t know why I share things with you.”

“It is a mystery.”

“Hey,” Riley said, laughing.

“Anyway,” Caroline said, grinning, “You were talking about your step-sister being a lesbian. Then the vibrator thing happened… I don’t know. I guess I was curious.”

“Curious,” Riley parroted, then her eyes widened as she understood, “You mean…”

“Don’t make too big a deal about it.”

“I thought you had a crush on Kirk,” Riley said.

“It is more than a crush. I’m in love,” she said, sighing, “Unfortunately, he is into that cheerleader, Barbie.”

“Brittany,” Riley corrected.

“Whatever,” Caroline said, with a dismissing wave of her hand, “It isn’t fair for a twelve year old girl to have boobs that big.”

Riley had to smile, “You are getting off track.”

“You’ve never wondered what it would be like to… you know? With a girl?”

She wanted to say no but she remembered her fascination with the girls in the videos on her sister’s computer. She’d be lying if she said there wasn’t a spark of interest there. Then again, thinking two girls tangled in a sensual embrace was sexy isn’t the same thing as wanting to experiment. She thought a lot of paintings were pretty but they didn’t inspire her to put a brush to canvas.

“Never really thought about it,” she said, which was true enough.

“It’s crossed my mind a few times,” she said, blushing when Riley gave her a look, “I think I see what you mean about sharing too much.”

Riley had to laugh at that line.

“So, there,” she said, laughing nervously, “You wanted to know why I let you use the vibrator on me. Now you know.”

“Hold up,” Riley said, laughing, ” ‘let me’? You made me do it!”

“I did no such thing,” she said, grinning, “I might have nudged you a little but you didn’t put up much of a fight.”

Riley opened her mouth to argue, realized Caroline was right. It hadn’t taken much for her friend to talk her into it. Not nearly as much as it should have. Caroline must have read this on her face because she laughed and patted her thigh.

Blushing, Riley said, “Maybe I could have resisted more.”

“Makes me wonder what else I could nudge you into,” Caroline teased.

“No more nudging,” Riley said, laughing, “Enough nudging for one day.”

“So tomorrow you’d be okay with some nudging?”

Riley looked at her a long moment, trying to read her mind. Caroline always seemed to know what she was thinking but she could never manage to reciprocate. Finally, she had to ask, “Are we still joking or are you serious?”

“A little bit of both,” Caroline admitted, grinning.

“Really,” Riley asked.

“Yeah.”

“Huh,” Riley said, lost in thought. She’d thought she’d known her friend but she’d never suspected this.

Caroline looked at her, weighing Riley’s response to her opening up about her curiosity. Riley wasn’t used to seeing her so vulnerable, unsure of herself. Well, except for her braces. She blinked, realized it might be more than an idle curiosity for her friend.

As usual, Caroline could read her eyes, blushed and looked away as that realization dawned on her face. Riley felt her own cheeks color, a little embarrassed that her friend had thought about her like that.

“I’m sorry,” Caroline said, looking up at her briefly, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It’s okay. You know I love you to death,” Riley said, smiling reassuringly as she could, “Nothing you tell me could ever change that.”

Caroline nodded, looked away again. Gone was the comfortable, easy going feeling between them. Tension had entered their relationship and Riley hoped it wasn’t going to be a wedge that drove them apart. The thought of losing her best friend was like a stone on her chest, made it hard to breath.

“This is ridiculous,” she said, flustered, “This isn’t a big deal.”

Caroline looked at her, her thoughts easy to read for once. Riley saw her uncertainty in her eyes, the fear that too much had been said to take back. She was thinking much the same as Riley, that a wedge was being driven between them.

“No,” Riley said simply and kissed her friend. It surprised her as much as it did Caroline.

“What was that,” Caroline laughed, her eyes wide.

“I kissed you?”

Laughing again, Caroline asked, “Was that a question?”

Blushing, Riley said, “I saw it in your eyes. You thought this could come between us. I refuse to let it.”

“So why the kiss?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t really mean to,” Riley said, laughing.

“Okay,” Caroline said, shaking her head and laughing.

“Well, I meant to. I just didn’t think it all the way through.”

“You meant to kiss me,” Caroline said, her eyes wide.

“I’m making a mess of it. Let’s try this again,” Riley said, taking a deep breath, “Nudge away.”

“What,” her friend said, then grinned, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Riley said, giggling nervously.

“Oh, wow,” Caroline said, tucking her hair behind her ear shyly, “Um, okay.”

When she leaned in, Riley’s heart rate kicked up, started galloping in her breast. She hadn’t been ready for the first kiss, even though she’d instigated it. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips to her friend’s. She was kissing her best friend. A girl. Her body didn’t react like she thought it would. She felt a flutter of excitement work through her and she realized she kind of liked kissing Caroline.

When Caroline’s lips parted and her tongue touched her own lips, she let herself be drawn into a french kiss. Her friend’s tongue just caressed her, teased her into a deeper kiss than she had intended.

She blinked dazedly at her friend when their lips parted. Caroline favored her with a shy smile, her eyes searching Riley’s. Laughing, she said, “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

Riley kissed her again, the fact that she’d instigated the kiss not lost on her. Being honest with herself, she had to admit the kiss had been amazing, left her tingling all over. This kiss wasn’t as hesitant as the first, their tongues entwining eagerly. It lingered until both girls had to come up for air.

Gasping, Caroline said, “I’ve wanted to do that for some time now.”

“I didn’t expect to like it, but…” Riley said, then kissed her, again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Riley said, smiling.

Caroline smiled, gave her another kiss, “I like kissing you, too.”

Their lips met again and there was heat behind the kiss. Riley felt the first stirrings of desire deep within her, a blossoming warmth between her thighs and a quickening of her breath. Her body was responding to Caroline’s kisses and she was more than a little turned on by making out with her friend.

When Caroline’s hand fell on her bare thigh, she gasped, broke the kiss to look down at her hand on the smooth, pale skin. Caroline was grinning when she looked back up and met her eyes, “Want to try something else?”

Her voice was husky with excitement when Riley asked, “What did you have in mind?” The hand slipped up her thigh and onto her hip, leaving her skin tingling in its wake. Her fingers worked under the tank top Riley wore, her touch light on her bare flank. Riley’s breath caught in her throat as the hand slipped up her body. She thought she knew where it was headed, wasn’t sure she was ready for it. As Caroline cupped and gently kneaded her small breast, she gasped and giggled nervously.

“Is this okay,” her friend asked, not moving her hand.

“I think you are supposed to ask that before you do it,” Riley laughed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

The excitement of being touched like this had her nipples turgid with blood and the feel of Caroline’s palm dragging across them sent shivers through her body. She groaned as they began to ache sweetly. Biting her lower lip, she shook her head, no.

“Can I see them,” Caroline asked, a note of uncertainty in her voice.

Strangely, the fact that she was nervous too made Riley relax some. Giggling, she favored her friend with a playful smile and raised her arms over her head. Grinning at the invitation, Caroline hooked her fingers in the bottom of the tank top, pulled it up and off.

Once the shirt was off, Riley had second thoughts. Caroline’s eyes were hot on her small breasts and she felt painfully revealed, self-conscious. For a second she thought her friend wouldn’t find her appealing, which bothered her more than she’d expected. The fact that she wanted Caroline to find her attractive was a bit of a revelation for her. Maybe she was more invested in this than she’d thought.

Her concerns were unwarranted because Caroline smiled and cupped them playfully. Giggling, Riley looked down at her friend’s hands on her bare bosom, another naughty thrill working through her young body.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Caroline said, grinning.

“You,” Riley said, laughing, “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

“Do you want me to stop,” Caroline said, her eyes flashing playfully.

“No,” Riley said, sighing and arching her back, pressing her breasts into her friend’s hands, “I didn’t say that.”

Laughing, Caroline leaned in and kissed her, her hands slipping from her breasts. Her touch was light but eager as she explored the rest of Riley’s body, her fingers gliding over her soft skin. Riley found herself becoming more aroused, turned on by her friend’s caresses, her kisses. It surprised her how much her body wanted this.

Caroline broke the kiss, smiled and, with a glance at the door, pulled her own shirt over her head. She looked about as uncomfortable being topless as Riley had felt, which made her smile for some reason. Maybe she just didn’t want to be the only nervous one.

Riley drank her friend in, trying to see if she found her appealing like that. There was no denying she was a cute girl, had an easy grace and a lithe and lean body. She took in her long legs, left bare in the sleep shorts she wore; the slip flare of her hips; her flat belly; her small, up-swept breasts with their small pink nipples jutting proudly skyward.

It was her stomach, oddly, that drew Riley’s attention. She thought Caroline had a sexy belly, detailed yet still very feminine. Remembering how those muscles had clenched and unclenched as she used the vibrator on her, Riley’s pulse quickened. Hesitantly, she put her hand on her friend’s side, then let it roam over her taut midriff. It was a tantalizing mix of firm muscle and soft, warm skin that Riley found thrilling.

“That feels nice,” Caroline said, smiling.

Her eyes went to Caroline’s breasts and her curiosity got the better of her. Roaming higher, her hand found the soft, pliant swell on one breast. The turgid nipple drug across her palm and her friend moaned. She bit her lip and sighed, her body pushing into Riley’s hand.

After a moment, she dropped her hand into her lap, unsure what to do with it. This whole situation had a comical awkwardness that wasn’t anything like the romance novel she’d read. The people in that smutty piece of literature always seemed to know exactly what to do, knew what they wanted.

Riley had to admit she liked the way her friend’s body had felt, definitely liked kissing her but she didn’t know what to do about it. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing. She kind of hoped Caroline would but she seemed almost as unsure as Riley.

Grinning playfully, Caroline said, “Take off your clothes.”

Or maybe Caroline did have a plan, Riley thought, laughing.

“Seriously?”

Grinning, Caroline, shimmied out of her sleep shorts. Riley’s eyes widened, looking at her friend in just a pair of pale green panties. Giggling, Caroline lifted her butt off the bed and soon those were gone, too. Naked, she flashed her eyes at Riley, looked pointedly at her own sleep shorts.

“Oh, boy,” Riley said, giggling.

With a heady rush of excitement, she hooked her fingers in her shorts and pulled them down and off. She glanced at her friend and giggled again when she shook her head. Not believing she was doing it, she raked her panties down her long legs and off. Naked, she hugged her knees, effectively hiding her nudity.

Still, she could feel Caroline’s eyes on her body, her gaze hot on her bare skin.

Blushing, Riley said, “So… We are naked. Now what?”

“Can I see you? You’ve tied yourself into a knot,” Caroline said, laughing.

Taking a deep breath, Riley let her guard down, let her friend look at her naked body. She couldn’t contain a nervous giggle as Caroline’s eyes roamed over her, drank her in. She could see the interest in her friend’s eyes, the curious desire. That look made her blush even deeper, her cheeks hot from all the blood in her face, but she also kind of liked the faint smile tugging at Caroline’s lips. It made her feel desirable, pretty.

“Do you trust me,” Caroline asked, meeting Riley’s gaze.

“Of course.”

“Then lie back,” Caroline said, with a mischievous grin on her face.

Oh boy, Riley thought, her heart knocking around her breast like a wild animal in a cage, this is about to get serious.

She didn’t know exactly what her friend had in mind, but she was pretty sure it was going to be one hell of a nudge. Not completely sure she was ready for whatever was about to happen, she stretched out on her back. Looking up at her friend, she watched nervously as she moved between her legs. She couldn’t contain a giggle as Caroline gently spread her legs wide.

Caroline’s hand fell on her thigh, just above the knee. Her breath caught in her throat as the hand moved higher. It exploded from her in a gasp as the hand slipped into the junction of her thighs. Propping up on her elbows, she looked at Caroline’s hand on her crotch. She bit her lip as the hand started making slow circles, massaging her tender sex.

“Is this okay,” Caroline asked, her fingers awaking Riley’s desire.

“No,” Riley laughed, then added, “but don’t stop.”

Laughing, Caroline let her finger slip between the soft folds of her girlhood to tease her tender bud. She couldn’t completely bite back a moan that wanted to rip its way from her, it felt so good.

“Does this feel good,” Caroline asked, grinning at her.

“You know it does,” Riley moaned, her hips starting to undulate against Caroline’s hand on their own accord. Again, it was like her body knew what to do, what it wanted even if she didn’t.

Laughing, Caroline leaned in and kissed her. The combination of sensations made Riley a little dizzy. Caroline was driving her crazy with the lazy caresses and heated kisses. Maybe the girl sensed she was ready for it because the hand between her thighs picked up speed, gradually, until she moaned into her mouth.

She broke the kiss to look down at herself, at the hand mashing her labia. Caroline was torturing her young bud, her fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Looking up, she saw her friend smiling at her. She had to laugh and shake her head. The girl knew what she was doing.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her fingers clutching at the sheets.

Her back arched, thrusting her small breasts forward, and Caroline took it as an invitation. She lowered her mouth to one straining nipple, kissed it. Riley gasped, not ready for it. She looked wide eyed as her friend traced moist circles around the areola, groaning as it began to ache sweetly. She couldn’t believe her friend was doing it but she wasn’t going to tell her to stop. It just felt too good.

That sentiment could sum up this whole experience, she decided.

The dueling sensations were driving her body crazy and she didn’t know if she was coming or going. Then she felt the stirring of tension in her body and she realized it was the former. Her eyes widened as her body was pushed toward a climax. She hissed through her clenched teeth as her body clenched up and then turned into a trembling mess.

She brushed her hair out of her face, smiled at her friend. She felt dazed, slightly fuzzy from her orgasm. Caroline returned the smile, gave her a kiss.

“Are we even,” Caroline asked, nodding toward the lamp, “from earlier?”

“Not really,” Riley said, laughing, “I’d still have to make fun of you a bunch.”

“I meant-”

“I know what you meant,” Riley said, grinning, “We are very even, so even my whole body is still tingling.”

Caroline laughed, “Well, you are welcome.”

“I can’t believe I let you get to third base,” Riley said, making her laugh harder.

“Are you all nudged out or can I talk you into trying something else?”

“Uh-oh,” Riley said, laughing and shaking her head, “what is it?”

“It might be a little weird at first but I’m told it feels good.”

“Wait,” Riley said, frowning at her friend, “who have you been talking to?”

“This girl I met on Facebook,” Caroline said, blushing.

“Oh really,” Riley said, laughing, “Cruising for chicks on social media, are we?”

“Anyway,” her friend said, ignoring the jab, “she told me about this thing called tribbing. She says it feels incredible.”

Letting her friend off the hook, she said, “What do you do?”

“It’d be easier to show you,” Caroline said.

Riley looked at her a long moment, then nodded. They had crossed the line a while ago and were so far around the bend they couldn’t even see it anymore. Riley had to admit, she was curious to where this road was taking them.

“Really?” Caroline asked.

“Why,” Riley said, giving her a questioning look, “am I going to regret it?”

“No,” Caroline said, laughing. She gently spread her thighs, then moved so she was half straddling her lower abdomen, one leg thrown over her hip. Riley watched as her body settled onto hers, giggled as her vagina mashed against her own. She blushed at the very intimate contact, wondering what in the world her friend was up to.

Then Caroline rolled her hips and she got the idea in a hurry. Her best friend was dry humping her, much like she used to do to her teddy bear. Maybe she should have gotten a little more information before committing to this.

“Oh, boy,” she laughed, putting her hands to her face to hide her embarrassment.

Her body hadn’t completely recovered from before and Caroline’s body grinding against hers felt incredible. Moaning, she lowered her hands so she could see what her friend was doing to her. The flex and thrust of Caroline’s hips was erotic, made her think about the lesbian porn on her step-sister’s laptop. She had found the sensual coupling of the girls on the screen to be hypnotic and she found Caroline’s efforts the same.

Remembering what the lovers had done in the video, she rolled her own hips up, meeting Caroline thrust for counter-thrust. They found an easy rhythm, their movements syncing in perfect harmony. Riley was a little amazed at how well they moved together, not like this was their first time but their thousandth.

“This feels so good,” Caroline sighed, arching her back.

Riley watched her small breasts jiggle every time her hips rolled back and forth, couldn’t resist sitting up so she could cup them. Caroline groaned as she teased the turgid nipples. She surprised herself when she lowered her mouth to the straining nub, tasted it with her tongue. So caught up in the moment, it just sort of happened. Once she’d tasted the salt on her friend’s skin, she couldn’t stop.

Caroline put a hand on the back of her head, held her to her breast. Her friend’s enthusiasm only fueled her own. She let her hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of her. She liked the contrast of her soft skin to the firmness of her muscles. The girl was lean, had the taut body of an athlete from playing softball. Riley thrilled to the feel of it under her fingertips.

The pace of their coupling quickened, their bodies coming together faster and faster as their excitement grew. A sheen of sweat had broken out on them, lubricating the way. Both girls were breathing hard, mouths open as they drove each other wild. Little animal sounds of enjoyment mingled between them.

Without thinking, Riley grabbed Caroline’s buttocks, helped the girl really grind against her. The girl grinned at her. It was a mischievous grin that made Riley flush with excitement. She gave the girl a kiss.

Riley felt an orgasm stir to life deep inside of her, like a bear awakened from its slumber. Her eyes widened as she started to come and she looked at Caroline. The girl nodded, some how knew what was happening. Flexing her hips, she ground against Riley and her orgasm raged through her. Even through her own orgasmic haze, she felt her friend stiffen against her. As her own body went crazy, she smiled that they had come together.

Gasping, a sweaty mess, Riley smiled at her friend. Caroline’s own hair was in her face and she sounded like an asthmatic at a bonfire, but Riley thought she looked kind of cute all disheveled. Maybe her thoughts were colored by what had just happened, but looking at her friend now, she saw a cute girl. More than cute. Beautiful. Caroline had always been beautiful; Riley was just now taking the time to notice.

“Wow,” Caroline said, brushing her hair out of her face and laughing.

“Wow, indeed.”

“She hadn’t been lying,” Caroline said.

“Your internet squeeze,” Riley said, laughing.

“Shut up,” Caroline said, laughing.

“What’s her name?”

“Why?”

“Just tell me her name,” Riley laughed.

“Her name is Natty,” Caroline said, waiting to be picked on, “Natty Bronsky.”

Instead, Riley said, “Be sure to thank Natty for me. That was incredible.”

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Ebo

“So your sister actually smiled?”

Riley had to laugh that that was the first question Caroline had after hearing about what she’d found on Rebecca’s computer. Not ‘Your sister is a lesbian?’ or ‘Why hide the videos so well?’ or even ‘Why are you still sneaking into your sister’s room?’

It was the weekend, which meant no school. The girls were in Riley’s room, sitting on her bed. Talk had turned to Riley’s being home alone and her brand of mischief. She’d left out the whole vibrator thing, figuring that was just too much ammunition to give her friend. The girl already cut her to shreds with her off-beat sense of humor as it was.

“Really? That is what you want to know after hearing the story?”

“What,” Caroline said, then laughed, “I don’t find it hard to believe your sister is a lesbian or that she’d be into older chicks. Now, her smiling…”

“Wow,” Riley said, laughing.

“Girl probably has scowl lines when she sleeps,” Caroline said.

Riley could picture her with a sour face half hidden by her pillow. She grinned.

Caroline returned it, trying to smile without showing her teeth. She’d just gotten braces, was self- conscious of her smile with all the metal glued to it. So, she tried to hide them and smile at the same time, which actually made her look a lot goofier than if she just flashed her new bling. Riley shook her head, laughing.

“What,” Caroline asked.

“You need to get over this braces thing. You look half retarded trying to smile like that,” Riley said.

“Gee thanks,” the girl said, trying not to smile.

“So you have braces. In a few years, you’ll have a smile to make the boys drool.”

“Is that a good thing,” Caroline asked, making Riley laugh, “If I want to be drooled on, I’ll play with Roofus.”

Roofus was her hounddog and second best friend. Riley was holding onto the first spot by her fingertips. The dog was steep competition. She loved the pooch almost as much as Caroline did.

The gentle ribbing wasn’t getting the job done, so Riley had to step up her game. She pounced on the girl, started tickling her. Knowing all the places she was ticklish, she had the girl giggling and writhing in no time. Her efforts were rewarded with a real smile from her friend.

“There,” she said, still straddling the giggling girls stomach, “that is a real smile. You kind of rock the braces anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Caroline said, smiling up at her, “Are you going to get off of me? You are getting heavy. What have you been eating?”

“Comments like that and I’ll just stay here,” Riley said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

Caroline had other ideas, her body surging up and toppling her off of her. Squealing in surprise, Riley landed on her back, her arms flailing out. One smacked into her lamp, knocking it over. She squealed again when her friend crawled atop her and got a little revenge on her ribs. Giggling and squirming, she resisted but Caroline had the upper hand.

“Okay, okay,” Riley said, holding up her hands, “I give up.”

Both girls were giggling and out of breath as Caroline got off of her.

“I think we killed your lamp,” Caroline said, getting off the bed.

Riley looked and saw her lamp on the floor in two pieces, shook her head, “It was already broken. Should be fine.”

She picked it up, put it back together, and turned it on. The light came on and she said, “See, good as…”

Her words dried up when she saw her friend holding her vibrator and her face turned scarlet. Caroline’s eyes were wide in surprise when she looked at Riley. Seeing her blushing, her surprise turned to amusement.

“This yours?”

“No. Never seen it before. Must have come with the lamp.”

Caroline laughed, “Must have been a helluva promotion.”

“Fine, it’s mine,” Riley said, laughing.

“This is going to be a good story,” Caroline said, coming to the bed.

“Oh God,” Riley said, her face hot.

“Why is there a vibrator in your lamp?”

With no better option, she told her friend the whole story of her first night left alone, about finding her step-sister’s vibrator in the jewelry box and trying it out. She figured now was the best time to get the rest of the story out, so she went ahead and told her about stealing the vibrator from Spencers.

She wrapped it up with, “I needed somewhere to hide it, so… The lamp.”

“Wow,” Caroline said, smiling, “Shame on you for not telling me in the first place.”

“I figured you’d tease me,” Riley said.

“Oh, I’m going to, but you should have told me, anyway.”

Riley laughed, nodded to the vibrator still in her friend’s hand, “Can I put that away before my parents check on us?”

“How does it feel,” Caroline asked, not relinquishing it.

“Incredible,” Riley said, then laughing at her own expense, “Good enough to risk getting caught stealing it.”

“My friend,” Caroline said, grinning, “shoplifter of sex toys. Wild girl, this one.”

“Shut up,” Riley laughed.

“How does it work?”

“Turn the knob on the top,” Riley said.

Caroline turned it and the toy came buzzing to life. She laughed as it vibrated in her hand, “That feels funky.”

“Feels good… Other places.”

Laughing, her friend said, “I bet it does.”

“Can I put it away now?”

“Hold on,” Caroline said, then, “Do you think… Could I… You know.”

“You want to try it?”

“Would that be weird? Using your vibrator?”

“I guess not, if you keep your shorts on,” Riley said, then grinned, “You don’t get to make fun of me if you do.”

“Sure I do,” Caroline said, laughing, “You still stole a sex toy. What, were you too good to use your fingers like other girls our age? What happened to molesting your teddy bear? You still dry humping that thing?”

“Sometimes I wonder about this ‘share everything with your best friend’ thing,” Riley said, laughing, “All I seem to get is grief.”

“Yes, but it is grief lovingly offered,” Caroline said, sweetly.

“Yeah, right,” Riley said, but suspected it was true, “Anyway, when you try it, you’ll see there isn’t any comparison between your fingers and the toy. Or dry humping a teddy bear, as you so eloquently put it, for that matter.”

Shrugging, Caroline pressed the toy to the crotch of her shorts. She laughed and squirmed, pressing her thighs together. Pulling the toy away, she said, “It just tickles.”

“Put a little pressure on it,” Riley said, blushing when her friend gave her a look, “Just do it.”

Caroline did as she said, pressed the toy firmly against her girlhood. Her eyes widened and she gasped as the vibrations found her tender bud. Riley laughed at her expression of surprise, then nodded knowingly. The moan that slipped from her friend’s slack mouth told her she had figured it out.

“Whoa, that feels good,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Told you,” Riley said, then, “Can I show you something?”

“What?”

She took the toy from her friend, rubbing it back and forth against her sensitive clit. Caroline moaned, her hips gyrating on their own. Her breathing quickened and grew shallow. Riley knew she was enjoying what she was doing to her.

Blinking, that phrase hit home, ‘doing to her’. She was using the vibrator on her best friend. Blushing, she said, “You better take over. This must look kind of weird.”

“Feels good, though,” Caroline moaned, making no move to take the toy from her. Soft sounds of enjoyment escaped her.

“Seriously, take over,” Riley said.

“Why,” Caroline said, smiling playfully at her, “You are doing fine.”

Blinking in surprise, she realized her friend wanted her to continue using the vibrator on her. She met her eyes, raised her eyebrows questioningly.

Caroline laughed, “What? It feels good.”

“Yeah, but…”

“If it bothers you so much, then stop,” Caroline said, then moaned. Her body was writhing under the vibrator’s assault on her pudendum.

There was a challenge in her tone, a taunt that Riley rose to even though she recognized it for what it was. She shook her head at how easily her friend could twist her arm, said, “Oh God! Fine, but it never leaves this room.”

“I’m okay with that,” she breathed, grasped handfuls of the sheets, “Just don’t stop.”

Watching Caroline’s body undulate against the sex toy, she remembered the videos on her step-sister’s computer, the lesbian porn. She had thought the twisting and flexing of their bodies as they tangled naked on the bed had been sensual, erotic. She saw the same thing, now, as Caroline’s body responded to the pleasure washing through her. Again, she thought there was something sexy about the graceful roll of her hips, the clenching of her stomach.

As she had in her step-sister’s room, she wondered about her own thoughts.

“Keep it down. You are getting a little loud,” Riley said, glancing at the door.

“I can’t help it. God, it feels so good,” she moaned.

“Here. Use this,” Riley said, handing her a pillow. She took it, used it to muffle her cries of ecstasy. She flopped onto her back, her legs opening wide to give Riley easier access.

Looking down at her, Riley had to smile and shake her head. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Still, she didn’t want to stop.

Caroline’s back arched off the bed and she had to squeeze the pillow tight to her face to smother her cries. Riley had to smile, knew the toy was torturing her young body. She felt a flush of heat between her own thighs, thinking about the delicious buzzing of the vibrator.

Her friend’s hips started jerking, her body losing all of its grace. Riley’s eye widened as she realized she was about to come. She bore down with the vibrator, pushed her closer to the edge then over it. Caroline stiffened then, her cry of release loud enough to be clear through the pillow. Riley pulled the vibrator away as her body began to jerk. Then, grinning mischievously, she couldn’t resist putting it back. She heard her friend gasp through the pillow, leaned across her body so she couldn’t escape the vibrator. A second orgasm hit her and finally Riley let her off the hook.

“My God,” Caroline said, pulling the pillow from her face. She looked dazed as she smiled at Riley, “You weren’t kidding. That was amazing!”

“Now do you see why I stole one?”

“Yeah,” she said, then laughed, “I’m stealing yours when I leave.”

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Ebo

“What, you’ve never noticed the beefcake calendars before?” Caroline said, laughing at her.

They were in Spencer’s Gifts, looking for a gag gift for one of their friends. Riley had turned a corner and ran into the adult part of the store. While she had noticed the calendars, that wasn’t why her eyes were wide in a eureka moment. Amongst the assortment of adult friendly games and accessories were a stack of boxes labeled ‘Personal Massager’. Judging by the picture on the front, they were very, very personal massagers.

They sell vibrators at the mall, she thought, dumbfounded, not that I could buy one. Even the most jaded employee probably wouldn’t sell sex toys to a twelve year old.

She eyed the toys longingly. If she had her own, she wouldn’t have to wait for her parents to have date night to borrow her step-sister’s. She could use it every night if she wanted to, and she probably would. Ever since that first time, she had been hooked. Even to the point of taking her electric toothbrush to bed with her a few nights ago. It had felt good but just wasn’t the same as the vibrator. It wasn’t shaped right and didn’t vibrate hard enough.

Sighing heavily, she left the section, went to where Caroline was looking at T-shirts. Poking through the display, she really wasn’t seeing the shirts. Her mind was still on the sex toys.

A resounding crash from the front of the store made her jump and she looked to see a pretty blonde girl standing in a circle of broken shot glasses. She looked freaked out, near tears. The cashiers came over to examine the damage. They became very friendly, helpful when they saw how attractive the girl was.

Riley looked around the store, blinking. Everyone’s attention – even Caroline’s – was on the scene. No one was watching the store and no one was in the adult section. Thinking fast, she hurried to the display. With one more look around to make sure no one was watching, she slipped one of the vibrators into her purse. She had been quick enough that Caroline hadn’t even noticed she had left her side.

Her heart was racing in her chest and she was breathing funny. Was she really going to steal something? The vibrator in her purse weighed guiltily on her shoulder. Still, she knew it was the only way she could get one.

“Ditzy chick,” Caroline said, turning to Riley and grinning, “knocked over a whole rack of shot glasses.”

“The clerks don’t seem too upset,” Riley said, trying to keep her voice even. It wasn’t easy, the adrenaline flowing through her body.

“They are too busy looking down her blouse when she bends over,” Caroline said, shaking her head, “I can’t wait until my boobs grow in.”

“So clerks can look down your blouse,” Riley asked, laughing.

“Something like that,” she grinned.

“They do seem to get you better service. That poor guy wants to check out but can’t get any attention because the clerks are drooling over her.”

“If we’d knocked over those glasses,” Caroline said, whistling, “we would have been booted so far out of the store we’d ended up in Barnes and Noble.”

Laughing, Riley said, “You are probably right. We don’t have enough to stuff a c-cup between us.”

“Let’s get out of here. I’m not seeing anything I like. I think we are just going to have get her a real gift, instead.”

They headed for the exit. Riley drew a sharp breath when she saw the two white poles on either side of the exit. They detected radio tags placed on merchandise, to prevent theft. She had forgotten about them, hadn’t planned for them in her impromptu heist of a personal massager. No big deal unless you were walking around with stolen goods in your purse, like Riley. She balked, wanted to return the toy to the adult section. She couldn’t, without drawing attention to herself.

One of the clerks glanced up as they passed and she swore he knew. It was his eyes, so suspicious. Then he smiled and said, “Thanks for coming to Spencer’s.”

She nodded, still felt she had been found out. She expected him to abandon the mess to follow her to the exit. He’d tackle her when the alarm started blaring, turning her into a spectacle of epic proportions. Nothing could be worse for a girl her age than being embarrassed at the mall. Then there would be the awkward conversation in the back about why she was stealing sex toys. Her parents would be called, then she’d have an even more uncomfortable talk about why she needed a vibrator in the first place.

The exit loomed closer and each step made her guts roil even more. Her palms were sweating and she couldn’t breath. If she looked half as guilty as she felt she did, she’d be stopped at any moment.

Cringing, she passed between the white poles, waiting for the blaring alarms. She was a good five feet past it before she realized they weren’t going to go off, that she had escaped the store with her stolen goods, unnoticed.

Exhilarated by her theft, she wanted to laugh and celebrate, but couldn’t. She wasn’t completely out of the woods, yet. She still had to get out of the mall and home. She had to find a place to hide her new toy. Still, she felt the hard part was done.

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In her bedroom, she pulled the box out of her purse. Her fingers were shaking as she opened it and spilled the contents out on the bed. It was shiny and black, almost an exact twin of her step-sisters. Seeing it there on her comforter, she giggled excitedly.

“I really have a vibrator,” she said, doing a little celebration dance.

She slipped the toy under her pillow, still needing to find a hiding place for it. The box, she ripped into tiny pieces so small that she couldn’t see any of the images on its sides anymore. This went into her trashcan, buried deep under the other trash.

Spinning in a circle, she looked for a good hiding place. It had to be easily accessed but clever enough not to be discovered. She kind of wished she had a jewelry box like Rebecca’s, but she didn’t have enough jewelry to warrant a box.

She thought about just putting it in her underwear drawer, under all of her panties, but figured that wouldn’t work. Every now and then, her stepmother would put her clothes away after washing them. Plus, the poor woman had been put through the wringer by her daughter, was prone to random bouts of searching around the house for contraband. These searches were usually limited to her own progeny’s room but Riley didn’t want to chance it.

Down on her knees, she looked under her desk for somewhere she could attach the vibrator. Nothing obvious jumped out at her. She checked her bedside stand, but nothing there, either. She quickly dismissed the bed, figuring it would be one of the first places searched.

Getting up, she sat on the bed. Frowning, she looked around the room, again. She had to have missed something. She got up and went to her closet. Looking at her clothes, she didn’t see anything that grabbed her attention. There was a shelf for storage but she figured it was another place that would be searched first.

Frustrated, she closed the door.

“There has to be something,” she said, out loud.

Then she spotted her bedside lamp. Tilting her head to one side, she went to it, turned it over. She had knocked it over once, knew the base was hollow on the bottom. She saw it was about the right size to accept the toy. Pulling it from under the pillow, she slipped it inside. It fit with very little wiggle room.

“Huh,” she said, standing the lamp up with the toy inside, “This could work.”

She’d need something to cover the hole in the bottom, but the lamp offered the best hiding place she’d found. Plus, it was conveniently located, less than a foot from her bed. Anytime she wanted it, it was in arm’s reach.

She grinned at that thought.

Now, all she needed was some C-batteries. There was a bulk package of them in the laundry room. She hurried downstairs, nearly collided with Rebecca coming out of the kitchen.

“Easy, kid,” the teen said, just getting out of the way, “what’s the rush?”

“Sorry,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly.

Shrugging, the teenager headed to the living room. Since she was grounded for a month, it was about the only place she could go. She been caught sneaking back into the house after being out all night.

Riley found the batteries and headed back upstairs. Liberating her vibrator from its hiding place, she fiddled with it until she figured out how to get the back off to put the batteries in. She screwed the knob back on, then twisted it. The toy came buzzing to life and she had to smile. It had been a momentous day – her first shoplifting, followed by her first sex toy. It was a busy day for a twelve year old girl.

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Finally, her parents were asleep, judging by the duo of snores coming from their room. She was pretty sure that Rebecca was asleep, her room dark and quiet. Unfortunately, the teenager didn’t snore like a bear with a sinus condition like her parents, so she couldn’t be sure.

She had ‘used the bathroom’ a few minutes ago, her cover for doing a reconnoiter of the upstairs. That is how she knew she was finally clear to use her new toy, something she’d been nearly bursting with excitement to do all afternoon, ever since she stole it from Spencer’s. She had turned her light out at ten, her bedtime. It had been torture, just waiting in the dark for her chance. By eleven she couldn’t wait any more.

Even with her parents and step-sister asleep, she’d have to be quiet. Last thing she wanted was for her parents to hear a suspicious buzzing sound coming from her room and come to investigate.

She hoped the hum of the air conditioner would cover the sound of the vibrator and any noise she made.

Liberating her vibrator from its hiding place, she had to smile. It was cool and smooth in her hand, felt sexy to touch. Just holding it made her pulse race and her breathing became shallow and fast. That telling warmth spread between her thighs and her juices began to flow as she became aroused.

On the lowest setting, the toy only made the slightest buzzing sound, low enough she was confident it wouldn’t be heard outside of her room. One more click and the buzzing grew louder, but still shouldn’t carry far. She didn’t want to try her luck with the last setting. Besides, the second setting seemed more than enough to get the job done.

“Get the job done,” she said out loud, giggling.

She started to just pull her panties aside then giggled, again. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear, she pulled them down, put her legs up in the air and slipped them off completely. On a second thought, her sleep shirt joined the panties on the floor until she lay naked atop her comforter. The cool air tickled her bare skin and she shivered deliciously. Being naked made this seem so much more naughty and, therefore, all the more exciting. She had to bite back a nervous giggle.

The plastic was cool when it touched her young sex, slipped between its soft, hairless folds to find her tender bud. She sighed as it sent shivers through her. The last two times she had done this had taught her that pressure made a world of difference. A little and it tickled; a little more and it felt incredible.

She giggled at her own carnal knowledge. Pressing the vibrating shaft firmly against her clit, she moaned. Her hips began to gyrate, rubbing the toy back and forth. She bit her lip to keep her quiet. It wasn’t easy, it felt so good.

When she was ready, she eased the toy lower, let it slip into her wet pussy. It filled her up just like her step-sister’s but she was ready for it this time. Her body drew it in deep, sucked at it greedily. She loved how it felt inside of her, had to bite her lip so hard to keep quiet that she almost drew blood.

Taking deep breaths to control herself, she slipped the vibrator in and out slowly. Her body went crazy, writhing with each thrust. Again, she thought this must be how sex felt. It gave her a little thrill, thinking like that.

She remembered the myriad of positions described in great detail in the romance novel she had read, wondered if it felt any different in a different position. Shrugging, she rolled onto her stomach, pushed to her hand and knees. It was a bit awkward because she reached back between her thighs to push the vibrator in and out. A little frustrated by how ungainly it felt, she had an epiphany. Turning around, she put her ass to her headboard, held the toy against the wood, then eased back onto it. It seemed a lot easier this way, pushing backwards to sink the toy deep into her slick core, then easing forward to pull it out.

“Doggy style,” she said, giggling. That was what the romance novel had called this position, probably because it was how dogs did it. Whatever the reason for its name, it felt really nice, the toy hitting a different part of her vagina. She found that by changing the angle of her back, she could hit different spots. She found one that felt so good she had to put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. It was like there was a magic button on the stomach side of her girlhood that sent shock waves of pleasure through her every time the vibrator pushed it.

It felt so good that it didn’t take long for tension to start building in her body, a feeling she was becoming familiar with. She knew she was about to orgasm, her body rocketing toward release. Her body lost all grace and she had to really focus on pushing back against the toy. It was worth the effort when she suddenly stiffened with her climax. A sharp hiss escaped her, then her body went crazy, shaking like a leaf. Her body jerked forward, off of the vibrator, its buzzing too much a sweet torture on her now very sensitive sex.

“Oh, wow,” she giggled.

She wondered if the other positions in the book were as much fun as doggy style. Giggling, she figured out how she could be ‘on top’. She pulled a pillow between her legs, held the toy vertical so she could ease down onto it.

Gasping, she learned something; She had to wait a while after having an orgasm before putting it back in. The pleasure had been instantaneous and almost painfully intense. She bounded up off it like it had burned her, her eyes wide in surprise.

She waited a few minutes, then tried it, again. It was okay, this time. Still a little sensitive from her last orgasm, the vibrator did wonderful things for her. She eased down onto it until it was nearly all the way inside of her. It bumped something deep inside of her and she grimaced at the nauseating pain. She didn’t go so deep the next time.

She moaned, moving up and down on the shaft. Her free hand crept up to play with her breasts, which bounced with her every movement. She teased her nipples across the palm of her hand, making her sigh and arch her back.

Curious what else felt good to be touched, she let her hand roam over her young body. Her caresses left her skin tingling in their wake.

“This is so good,” she said, out loud but just barely. She wasn’t sure who she was telling, but felt she had to share.

A little sheen of sweat glistened on her pneumatic body and she was panting from her exertion. Being on top was a lot more work than just laying on her back. Her thighs and buttocks were beginning to burn from the effort, but she didn’t stop. Already the tension was returning.

Even though she had felt it coming, her orgasm still startled a cry from her. She managed to bite it off before it really got started, but she still cringed. In a panic, she eased off the toy, shut it off. Holding her breath, she tried to listen for approaching foot steps but couldn’t hear over her pulse pounding in her temples. Just to be safe, she crawled under the comforter. Dreading her door opening and the light snapping on, she waited for what seemed an eternity.

No one came, her cry unnoticed. Eventually she relaxed, could enjoy the delicious feeling in her body. She let out her pent up breath in a sigh of relief, which quickly turned into a nervous giggle.

“That was too close,” she muttered, throwing the comforter back. She was too hot to be covered up. Standing up on her wobbly legs, she went to stand in front of the air conditioner. She shivered as its cool breath found her sweat-slick skin, goose flesh breaking out on her body. It felt so good.

When she’d cooled down, she slipped back into her panties and T-shirt, wiped off her vibrator and put it up, then slipped into bed. She pulled the covers around her, closed her eyes…and couldn’t sleep. Adrenaline was still coursing through her from finally getting to play with her new toy and the little incident at the end when she cried out in ecstasy.

She had a feeling it would be awhile before she was ready to doze off.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Ebo

She really couldn’t believe it was happening again.

She must have impressed her parents by not burning the house down because she was being left home alone a second time. Her mother made her recite all the emergency numbers, plus both of their cell phone numbers, gave her a long speech about behaving like an upright young lady. It had been a lot to sit through, but they were pulling away now and she would have the house to herself.

When their taillights faded, she ran upstairs. Ever since they told her they would be going out tonight and that they were going to let her stay home by herself, the only thing she could think about was what was hidden in Rebecca’s jewelry box. All week, she kept thinking about how incredible it had felt, using the sex toy on herself.

By the time she reached the door to her step-sister’s room, heat had blossomed between her thighs. It made her laugh, flush with excitement.

She let herself into her sister’s room, went straight to the jewelry box. Lifting the tray out to reveal the hidden compartment, she smiled at the sleek toy. With a giggle, she picked it up.

Looking around the room, she felt a little put off by doing it here. It seemed kind of creepy to be playing with herself in her sister’s room. Last time, she had been caught off guard by how good it felt, had lost her senses and hadn’t noticed.

With the sex toy in hand, she went to her own room. She started to just lay on her bed and use the vibrator through her clothes, but decided it would be more of a thrill naked. Jittery with excitement, she quickly stripped out of her clothes, tossing them across the room in her haste. Naked, she flopped on her bed, giggling. It did seem more naughty like this and she kind of liked it.

“This is so bad,” she said, grinning.

When she turned the knob, the vibrator came to life. She pressed it against her tender bud. The plastic was cool against her hot flesh. The buzzing felt as good as she remembered, sending chills working through her young body. She bit her lower lip and sighed. Her hips began to gyrate with a mind of their own.

The vibrator slipped lower and touched the opening of her vagina. She hadn’t meant to do it, but held it there when it turned out to feel really good. It made her moan and grab a handful of sheets. Her body seemed to be confused, wanted the pleasure, yet seemed to be trying to escape it at the same time.

I wonder what it would feel like inside of me, she thought, her back arching off the bed, if it felt this good on the outside…

Her hymen had been torn in an unfortunate fence climbing incident when she was seven. She had run screaming to her mother when she had hiked up her skirt and saw blood on the crotch of her panties. The woman had almost fainted at the sight of blood running down her thigh. A trip to the emergency room revealed the fence rail had taken her maidenhead.

The next day, she had worked up the nerve to see what would happen if she put a finger in her torn girlhood. It had slipped inside of her and she’d felt the warm slickness of her core. It had felt weird but kind of nice.

Propping up on her elbows, she pressed the toy against her vagina, felt her body stretch to accept it. She gasped as it slipped deep into her young body, meeting no resistance. Her eyes wide, she stared at the thing sticking out of her. It felt huge inside of her, filling her up. Her girlhood flooded with her juices, easing the way for the toy to move.

“Oh, wow,” she moaned, laughing. She could feel the vibrations all through her body. The sensation was incredible, made her body writhe.

Slowly, she moved it in and out, moaning each time it bit deep into her. It felt so good, almost too good to bear. Her back arched and her head lulled loosely on her neck, her long brown hair brushing the pillow behind her. She clutched at the sheets with her free hand, looking for anything to keep her body from floating away on the waves of pleasure washing through her.

This is what sex feels like, she thought, thrusting the toy into her pussy faster, well, more or less.

“That feels so good,” she said, out loud. Her voice was just a breathy moan.

It didn’t take long for tension to creep into her body. She recognized the feeling from the last time she did this and grew excited. It was going to happen, again. The incredible explosion of pleasure followed by the floating down.

Sure enough, her hips started bucking erratically, her stomach muscles clenching. She stiffened as she climaxed. The vibrating toy still deep inside of her tortured her spasming sex, made her come a second time before she could remove it. Stacked back to back, the orgasms shook her like a rag doll. It was so intense it startled a cry from her slack mouth.

“Oh my God,” she laughed, breathing heavily, “that was awesome!”

She felt wonderful, every nerve ending alive. Her whole body was tingling and she stretched like a cat in a sunny spot. For a long moment, she just laid there, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of her orgasms.

Finally, she forced herself to get up. She laughed at how rubbery her legs felt as she turned the toy off and took it to the bathroom. She used soap and hot water to clean it up, grimacing when she wondered if Rebecca had been as fastidious the last time she used it.

Putting that disturbing thought aside, she let herself into her step-sister’s room to put it back. It wasn’t until she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror that she realized she was still naked.

She laughed, thought Caroline would be proud of her.

The toy went into its hiding place and she made sure the box was put back together the way it had been before she disturbed it. She looked around, didn’t see anything out of place. Turning to leave, her eyes fell on her step-sister’s laptop.

Her curiosity got the better of her and she sat down on the office chair in front of it. When she lifted the screen, she was surprised to see it wasn’t locked. Smiling at her good fortune, she opened her email, scanned a few messages. Nothing juicy there.

Bored, she opened her music folder. She had a peculiar mix of music on her computer, everything from Chopin and Mozart, to Janis Joplin, to Pantera, and everything in between. Riley knew her step-sister was into music, took piano lessons.

In fact, that was where she was now. It was the reason she couldn’t watch Riley while her parents went out.

She’d learned something about her step-sister, but it wasn’t particularly thrilling. Still looking for the dirt, she clicked on her VIDEO folder. There were only two files, nothing interesting. There was another folder, no name. Curious, she clicked on it. This one contained two folders, both without names. Intrigued, she clicked on one. It turned out to be an empty folder. Frowning, she backtracked and tried the other. This one had two folders as well, no label on, either one.

“This is weird,” Riley said, clicking on one of the folders.

It opened a file with two more folders, only this time they were labeled: VIDEOS and PERSONAL. The PERSONAL folder drew her eye but she made herself click on VIDEOS first. Inside, were dozens of videos. She clicked on one.

Her eyes widened at what she saw on the screen. Two young women were making out on a couch, their tongues in each others mouth. Laughing, Riley backed out of the video, chose another. This was more of the same, girls making out. She fast forwarded and saw they were more than just making out. Letting the video play, she watched the two girls writhing naked on the bed. She giggled, shook her head.

“My step-sister is a lesbian,” she said, her eyes still on the screen.

Seeing two girls in the throes of passion was an oddly sensual thing, she decided. The twisting and thrusting of their tight bodies was almost artistic, like an erotic dance. She ended up watching more than she had intended. Finally, she had blushed, wondered at her own interest as she back out of the VIDEO folder.

Feeling kind of bad for invading her sister’s privacy but unable to resist, she clicked on the PERSONAL folder. It contained several word documents and two videos. The documents turned out to be saved emails. These were the dirt she had been searching for, the words on the page making her blush at their raciness. This hgreg@yahoo and Rebecca were apparently lovers and liked sending explicit emails back and forth.

She opened the first video and gasped in surprise. Her step-sister was naked, stretched out on a bed. She was smiling and laughing at something off camera. Then someone passed in front of the camera, one pale buttock blocking the view for a moment. An equally naked woman joined Rebecca on the bed, their bodies coming together in a very intimate embrace. Riley couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her sixteen year old step-sister was having sex on film with a woman who had to be at least in her thirties.

Embarrassed, she stopped the video, sat back in the chair. Her mind was spinning. Should she tell her parents about this? It definitely seemed wrong for a girl as young as Rebecca to be in a relationship with a woman that age. Illegal, even.

Morbid curiosity got the better of her and she started the other video. A naked Rebecca was sitting on the woman’s lap and they were kissing. It was a delicate, intimate moment. Riley realized, inappropriate or not, they loved each other. It was evident in the way they looked at one another.

Torn between doing the right thing and keeping her sister’s secret, she collapsed all of the folders, closed the computer. Rebecca had looked so happy in the videos, happy and in love. She never looked happy. Riley didn’t even know she could smile until she’d seen it in the video. It was a shame because it was a nice smile, gave her dimples.

Thinking about that smile, she knew she wasn’t going to tell her parents.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Ebo

{ This story can also be found at Ebo’s Black Lingerie site }

“I really have the house to myself,” Riley said, watching her parents back out of the driveway and head off to their date. Almost thirteen, she’d been telling them for years she was capable of taking care of herself, didn’t need a babysitter. Her pleas had fallen on deaf ears, high school senior Tamara Highland called every time they needed to go out. Then, suddenly, she was rewarded for her protests. She was at home alone while her parents were out. She liked to tell herself that they finally realized their girl was becoming a young woman who could be trusted not to burn the house down, but she had a suspicion that Tamara couldn’t babysit tonight. Still, this was an opportunity to show them they were wasting money on supervision, that she was ready to take care of herself.

Now, all she had to do was not burn down the house.

Grinning, she ran to the living room, plopped down on the couch. Her phone appeared from her pocket and she called her best friend, Caroline.

“What’s up,” Caroline said, when the call went through.

“Just chillin’,” she said, the excitement creeping into her voice. “Alone.”

“Alone? Wait. Isn’t it your folks’ date night?”

“Yep.”

“Look at Riley in her big girl pants,” her friend said, making her laugh, “Good for you. Just don’t burn down the house.”

“Oh my God, I thought the same thing!” Riley said, laughing.

“Great minds and all that jazz,” Caroline said and Riley could see her grinning on the other end of the line, “So what mischief are you gonna get into?”

“Mischief?”

“Come on,” Caroline said, liking she was talking to the village idiot. “This is your first time alone without supervision, and who knows if you’ll get another opportunity any time soon. Do something you aren’t supposed to.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she said, then laughed, “Do like Paul says he does in his new apartment when his roommate is out of town. Walk around naked.”

Paul was Caroline’s older brother and was off to college. She kind of had a crush on him, thought he was way cute. Caroline knew about it, thought it was amusing, and liked to tease her about it. She knew that her words would put mental images into Riley’s head, ones of Paul walking around naked. She’d accidentally seen him naked once, walked in on him getting out of the shower. Now she flushed, her face hot thinking about him in the buff at his apartment.

“If it were me,” Caroline said, breaking into her fantasy, “I’d sneak into your stepsister’s room. Who knows what you’ll find in there. Whips and chains, probably.”

Laughing, Riley said, “Now that’s a disturbing image.”

“But accurate,” her friend said.

She had to agree. Rebecca was sixteen and, if the rumors about her reputation true, a bit of a slut. She definitely dressed the part, all her clothes either too short or tight enough to restrict circulation. Too much makeup and a surly attitude only added to her charm.

Riley had to admit it was tempting to explore the dark dungeon that was Rebecca’s room. At least, she assumed it was a dark dungeon. The girl had been living in the house for almost two years now and Riley hadn’t even caught a peek of what she’d done to the room.

“You’re thinking about doing it, aren’t you?”

One problem with best friends: they tended to know you too well. Caroline knew she was going to explore Rebecca’s room. The question was rhetorical.

“Might even do it naked,” Riley said, making her friend laugh.

“Well, go be mischievous,” Caroline said, still laughing, “Call me later with the kinky details.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Love you.”

Hanging up the phone, she felt a surge of nervous energy work through her in a shiver and she giggled excitedly. She really was going to do it, breach the lair of the dreaded stepsister. Once her mind was made up, there was no stopping her. In one graceful move, she was off the couch and headed for the stairs. Her heart was racing in her breast and she was all jittery with adrenaline.

At the second door on the right, Rebecca’s room, she paused to settle her breathing. She was breathing way faster than the dash up the stairs warranted. Finally, when she had some control over herself, she twisted the knob and let herself into the forbidden zone.

Of all the ways she had pictured her stepsister’s room to be, this wasn’t one of them. Everything was neat and orderly, simply furnished. She tried to picture the surly teenager in there, but the images wouldn’t line up right.

Shrugging, Riley decided to explore further. She spotted the door to the closet open a little and started grinning. Pulling it open all the way, she saw the rack of slutty clothes that drove her mother mad. The short skirts, torn jeans, blouses so tight you could count her ribs from across the room, hiphuggers with studded belts, shoes and boots with impossibly high heels.

It was a running joke with Caroline that Riley could probably wear half Rebecca’s stuff even though her stepsister had four years on her. Staring now at the rack of clothes, she had to grin. This was her chance to see if the joke was actually the truth. There was one outfit in particular that always made them laugh because it looked like Rebecca was a sneeze away from being naked.

“There it is,” Riley said, spotting it in the corner. She pulled it out, took it to the bed. Laid out on the comforter, it looked like it might even be snug on Riley.

Before she lost her nerve, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, then shimmied out of her cheer shorts. In just her training bra and panties, she pulled on the stretchy skirt. It clung to her young body even though she really didn’t have much in the way of hips, falling well short of her knees. On Rebecca, it covered her crotch and ass as long as she didn’t bend over. It was a little more modest on Riley, but just a little. Next came the baby-tee with the skull on the front and a very deep V in the neck. Rebecca was a little top heavy and looked like she was about to spill out at any moment when she wore it. The V was deep enough that even Riley had a little cleavage showing. Hell, she only had a little to show as it was. She didn’t know what the material was, but it was very elastic, molding to her like a second skin.

Her stepsister always finished the outfit off with a black lace choker and fishnets. Figuring In for a penny, in for a pound, Riley found the fishnets in the unmentionables drawer and slipped them on. Her legs were still skinny and coltish and didn’t stretch the material quite right, but at least they weren’t in any danger of falling down. She spotted the necklace on top of the dresser, slipped it on. Like most things Rebecca wore, it had enough stretch to it to actually fit Riley.

The moment of truth, she thought, turning to the full length mirror on the closet door. She had to laugh, thinking she looked inappropriately sexy for a twelve-year-old girl. Still, she had to admit everything fit well enough. Not loose or baggy.

She took a rare moment to admire her reflection. At twelve, her body was changing, but not enough yet to suit her. Her legs were still skinny, with too much knee; her hips still narrow and boyish, just starting to flare a bit; her breasts were still small, little more than a handful. The outfit managed to flatter what she had, made her look more feminine. Slutty, but feminine.

With her phone, she took a picture of herself in the outfit, striking what was supposed to be a provocative pose, but was probably just silly. Grinning, she attached it to a text message and sent it to Caroline.

It didn’t take long for the phone to start ringing. Laughing, she answered it, “Hello.”

“Oh my God,” Caroline said, laughing, “Look at you, all slutted up.”

“It’s ridiculous how well it fits,” she said.

“I can see that,” her friend said, laughing, “I’ll forward this to Paul for you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Riley said, laughing, “You are going to feel foolish when I’m your sister-in-law some day.”

“Sweetie, you don’t want to marry into this family. We’re a mess. You of all people should know that,” she said, giggling, “Are you going to try anything else on?”

“I don’t know.”

“Send me some more pics if you do,” she said, then, “I promise I’ll delete them. Probably.”

Laughing, Riley said, “Bye.”

“Bye.”

With one more look at herself, she shook her head and started undressing. She felt sluttier just for having tried the outfit on. In her bra and panties, she carefully put everything back where she had gotten it. Riffling through the rest of her stepsister’s clothes, she didn’t see anything else she wanted to try on.

She closed the closet door, looking around for something else to snoop through. Her eyes went to a jewelry box sitting on the dresser, next to where she’d found the choker. She popped the lid, poked through the cheap jewelry inside. Bored, she was about to turn away when she noticed something odd. The depth of the inside of the box didn’t match how high the box was on the outside.

Frowning, she pushed some of the jewelry aside and noticed a catch. Excited, she realized the box had a false bottom. She carefully lifted it out, wondering what her stepsister had hidden there. Drugs would be her guess.

Her eyes grew wide at what she saw and she giggled. Definitely not drugs. It was a shiny black vibrator. At least, she thought it was. She’d never actually seen one, only heard about them from one of the girls at school who found her mother’s. It had a long shaft that tapered at one end and a black knob on the other end. When she cranked the knob, the thing started buzzing in the box.

Giggling, she picked it up, crinkling her nose at the buzzing in her palm. The sensation was a weird one, kind of tickled. Could this really feel good? She kind of doubted it.

She looked at it a long moment, contemplating trying it out. Biting her lip, she wondered what it would feel like. She glanced nervously at the door, then back at the shiny black shaft of the sex toy. Curiosity might or might not kill the cat, but it was getting the better of this twelve year old girl.

Like Caroline had said, she might not get another chance.

Giving into the urge, she giggled excitedly. Like most kids, she got a thrill from misbehaving. Her body thrummed with excitement, the nervous energy of being naughty.

Gingerly, she touched the vibrating shaft of the toy to the crotch of her panties. It made her squirm and giggle, it tickled so much. When she moved it back and forth between the soft folds of her girlhood, she stopped giggling and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Okay, maybe it does feel good, she had to admit, moaning again. A curious heat spread between her thighs and her breathing quickened. Her nipples strained against the material of her training bra. She vaguely knew what was happening to her. She’d come across one of her mother’s romance novels and had blushed through some of the racy sex scenes. If she wasn’t mistaken, she was becoming aroused. Sexually.

All she knew was that the vibrator was sending little waves of pleasure rippling through her body, and it felt incredible. Her hips were swaying on their own accord, her body knowing what it wanted even if she didn’t understand its motives.

Her eyes closed and she savored the sensations awash in her young body. She’d never felt anything like it. Those little waves were growing, cresting higher and crashing harder into her. They drew little animal sounds of enjoyment from her parted lips.

Sighing, she cupped one breast, gently squeezing it. The romance novel had been full of breast squeezing and the female characters seemed to like it. Her nipple were turgid and sensitive. It felt good when it dragged against the palm of her hand. Curious if it would feel better without the bra in the way, she pushed it up to have access. She plied her breast, teased the nipple until it ached sweetly.

“Mmmm,” she said, then sighed.

Her hips were gyrating faster, her stomach clenching and unclenching. Those little sounds of enjoyment had built into sharp cries of ecstasy. She sensed something was coming, felt tension starting to mount in her body. What it was, she didn’t know, but she felt she was rocketing toward… something.

Then the something happened. With a startled cry, her body locked up, every muscle clenching. An orgasm shook her violently and she almost fell to the floor when her knees grew weak. Her eyes sprung open and she laughed in surprise, looking down at her still spasming vagina.

“What was that?” she asked out loud.

Again, her mother’s romance novel provided an answer. She’d had an orgasm, or climax. Then again, she was pretty sure they were the same thing.

All she could say for sure was it had felt incredible, like her body was going to explode. The feel good juices were flooding her bloodstream and she felt light as a feather on a breeze. Her legs were a little wobbly and her whole body was tingling.

She held the vibrator up, looked at it with wonder. She had definitely been wrong. It was a miracle tool.

For the first time in a while, she remembered she was in her stepsister’s room, standing around in bra and panties, holding the sex toy she’d found. She couldn’t say how long she’d been up there. With a moment’s panic, she glanced at the alarm clock on a bedside table, then sighed with relief. Her parents had only been gone twenty-five minutes. Shouldn’t be back for a while yet.

Grinning sheepishly, a little embarrassed by the loss of her senses, she turned the knob to turn the toy off, put the vibrator back in its hiding place, returned the tray, then closed the lid to the jewelry box. Remembering her bra, she pulled it back into place, restoring her modesty.

Figuring she’d done enough mischief for one day, she gathered her clothes, made a quick sweep of the room to make sure she hadn’t disturbed anything, then left. In the hallway, she put her back to the door and shook her head, laughing at what had just happened. She’d had an orgasm, something she didn’t even know was possible at her age.

“What an evening,” she said.

Continue on to Chapter 2