Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Donna and Thom

—- Clare —-

After realizing how intense my fantasy about my downstairs neighbor had become, I became determined that I was going to figure out a way to spend some time with her to see if she felt the same way. I was wracking my brain to try to figure how to arrange to be home alone and to have some kind of an encounter with her, when something odd happened purely by accident. Thom, my husband, had taken the girls out school shopping. School had just started and they needed all kinds of supplies and of course clothes.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off when I heard a knock at the door. I couldn’t imagine who it might be. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the door. We have one of those little peep holes in the door so you can see who is there without opening it. I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was my downstairs neighbor knocking at my door.

She was dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of short-short nylon jogging briefs. I could see her little titty nubs pressing the T-shirt front. Her gangly legs were pale, her feet were bare. Her short blond hair was kind of spiky like maybe she hadn’t brushed it yet. I hadn’t gotten a good look at her eyes before now but I could see through the spy hole that they were a piercing blue.

Can this possibly be happening? I’m alone. Thom and the girls will be gone for a few hours. I’m nearly naked, just a skimpy towel wrapped around me. I mean if there is any chance that I’m going to seduce her, this would be it. I pressed my hand into my naked crotch to try to relieve some of the tension that I was experiencing just staring at her through the door.

“Hi,” I said, while opening the door. What’s up?”

“Oh, you were in the shower? Do you have water running over anywhere? I have water coming down in my kitchen, on the wall that would be below your bathroom. Did the water run over while you were showering?”

“I don’t think so. Let’s go look. I’m Clare by the way. I’m sorry I haven’t been down to welcome you to the house since you moved in. With schools starting and stuff it’s been so hectic.”

“Oh for me too. I’m Donna. Pleased to meet you. I did see you and the girls at the park pool at the end of the summer though. They are beautiful. How old are they?”

“Ah, 9 and 12. Thanks for saying so. I think they are precious but I’m their mother.”

We had walked into the house and were walking toward the bathroom.

“I don’t think I splashed any more water onto the floor than usual.”

The bathroom floor was really pretty dry. I guessed that it must be something more serious like the pipes behind the wall which didn’t make either one of us very happy. We would have to have plumbers out to tear out the walls.

“Hmm, maybe it will just go away,” I said hopefully. “Listen I was just about to make a cup of tea and have a muffin. I just baked them. Would you like to join me?”

“Oh, I’d love to. We’re you going to get dressed too or do you have tea in the nude?”

I figured this was the closest I was going to get to an invitation or an opportunity. I did hesitate a split second thinking maybe this woman would think I was a complete nut case but I didn’t hesitate long.

“Well, I would do it naked if you would because you look like you have a delicious body, but I’ll throw on a robe and get the water hot.”

I took off my towel in front of her and hung it on the towel bar. I hesitated a bit so that she could get a good view of my wares and started to walk to the bedroom to grab a robe. She followed me into the bedroom. I have pretty large breasts but they are still firm for someone who has had two kids and in my advanced age. I work our a lot to try to keep my tummy firm. My legs are long and pretty shapely. I keep the hair on my pussy trimmed but there is still a bit there.

“Well I don’t know about my body but I can see that yours IS delicious. Maybe we can discuss the state of our bodies some more over tea.”

I put a robe on but left it kind of loosely closed so that as I moved part of me would show. I was thinking that maybe there would be enough of a tease in that that she would grab the bait if she was going to. We walked back toward the kitchen and I put the water on the stove. We sat down at the table to have tea and I dished out two warm muffins from the tin.

Donna told me all about her job as a teacher at the girl’s school in town and how she had arrived from the East coast just recently to take the job. I was not at all paying any attention to keeping my robe closed and, in fact, I noticed that as I moved around while talking, it was opening more and more so that you could see quite a lot of my front if you were interested in seeing it.

We were sitting at the corner of the table and as we talked, it seemed to me that Donna’s legs were touching mine. And as I finally was certain the Donna’s legs were touching mine, I got the distinct impression that her bare feet were resting on top of my bare feet and maybe even stroking my leg.

—- Donna —-

When I got home from work, pictures of young girls dancing in my wee little head, I immediately shucked off my work clothes and slipped into my running shorts and a T-shirt. Then I went to the kitchen to fix myself some coffee. I was surprised to discover water on the floor that had splashed on the counter and run off in drips. I looked up and it seemed to be coming from upstairs. I decided I needed to go up and check with my neighbor.

When she answered my knock I was surprised to see she was dressed only in a bath towel wrapped around her quite-shapely body, her breasts swelling out from the top of the towel. She welcomed me, and I apologized for disturbing what had obviously been her bath time.

I told her about the water on my kitchen counter and floor, and she said she wasn’t aware of a leak, but we went to her bathroom and couldn’t find any place that looked like it was leaking. Apparently it would take a plumber to resolve the problem. Clare said she’d let her husband Thom take care of it when he got home from shopping with the girls.

She excused herself to go put something on after I kidded her about staying nude for our visit. We both laughed about the obvious joke, and as she left to go into her bedroom she let the towel slip off and I got a good look at her well-developed and lovely rounded backside.

She was back in a flash with a loosely fitted robe on, and as we sat down to coffee and freshly baked muffins, I noticed that she didn’t bother to pull the robe tight, which left a lot of her luscious body for me to glance at whenever I thought she might not notice.

We visited back and forth, telling each other a little about our lives. She was interested in knowing that I was from the East, which was something of a mystery to her Midwest upbringing. She told me that she and Thom had been married for fourteen years, and that they had a good relationship, both enjoying their daughters and doing lots of things as a family.

I said I envied her, and hoped I might find such a match, but that I had found most men too egotistical and self-centered for me. I much prefer the company of women. I asked her if she had ever had that well-known “seven-year itch,” and she said that they had both gone through times of wishing they were free to pursue their own interests, but so far had been content to “keep it in the family,” a phrase I found to be intriguing in its own right.

As we chatted, I noticed that she became more and more casual about letting her robe hang open, until I was gazing unashamedly at her bare body, her neatly trimmed pussy and her rosy-tipped breasts, tantalizingly exposed to me. I became adventurous and let my leg lean in toward hers and my bare foot come to rest on her bare foot, moving slightly up her leg.

We both endured an embarrassed silence, and then I stood up and said maybe I should be going. She also stood up, letting her robe continue to hang open, and she gave me a hug, saying how happy she was that we had met.

I’m not sure what happened next, but my breasts were pressed against Clare’s, and I could feel her body moving against mine in a sensuous sway that ignited my fires and made my pussy tingle and begin to spurt. Her hands came around my body and stroked my back, running down to my ass cheeks, caressing them and pushing my running shorts down to my thighs.

She moved her face toward my face and her lips were on mine in a warm and loving kiss before I was fully aware of what was going on. That’s as far as we got, because the sound of a car in the driveway revealed that her husband and daughters were arriving home.

—- Clare —-

Once I became fully aware that it was Donna’s bare foot rubbing my leg, the touch was electrical. I was stunned frozen and silent. Two thoughts were turning over and over in my mind; this couldn’t have worked out better if I had planned it and what do I do now?

It seemed like an eternity of embarrassed silence for me and it must have been for her too because she stood to say good bye and leave. I began to thank her for coming by giving her a hug but once my body got close to hers, I realized I wouldn’t be able to let go. My robe was completely open and I pressed her clothed body into my naked one, pushing our breasts and sex together.

I felt Donna respond to my touch and instinct took over. I moved my hands down her back. I caressed her bum over her shorts and then snaked my hands into the waist band and pushed them down. With only a built-in nylon liner in them, my hands were caressing her bare ass. I pushed our pussies toward each other and pressed my mouth onto hers.

It was then we heard my husband and the girls drive into the driveway.

“Shit, not now,” I said. “Quick, let’s go down the front stairs. They will be coming in the back. I’ll call them from your place and tell them where I am.”

Donna pulled up her pants and I pulled my robed closed around me. We grabbed each other’s hand and bolted out the front door and down the flight of stairs. Just as we closed her door behind us, we heard the back door opening and my family enter the house and tromp up the stairs.

“I’ll call them in a minute after they’ve noticed I’m gone. In the meantime, is it ok with you if we pick up from where we left off and see where that might lead?”

The look in Donna’s eyes was all I needed to know that she was in agreement. She had entered her apartment first and I had pushed the door closed with my back to it. I let my robe fall off of my shoulders and I pulled Donna toward me. When I got my arms around her back, I pulled her T-shirt over her head and then pushed her shorts back down her thighs baring her ass and pussy again.

After finishing the kiss that we had begun upstairs; sloppy probing tongues, lip biting, sensuous, I knelt down in front of her. Her pussy was exactly as I had imagined it to be—cleanly shaved and little-girl-like. I buried my nose and mouth in her slit and began to work my tongue toward her sweet spot. I put my hands on her butt, letting the tips of my fingers fold into her crack. Donna arched her back, leaning in toward me and put her hands on the back of my head to guide my lips home.

Donna’s breathing quickened and I could feel her thighs tighten on my fingers as she shuddered to a climax. I stopped my licking and sucking and just held her middle tightly between my face and my hands until her convulsions ceased.

“I need to call upstairs before they call the police and report me missing. It’s not like me to leave without a note.”

“Right, the phone is over here.”

She helped me up and led me over to the den. I stood at the desk and dialed my apartment number. Donna snuggled up behind me, pressing her front to my back. I could feel her titty nubs and pussy mound pressing on me. She began to caress my breasts with one hand while the other was across my thigh, between my legs, probing my sex with her fingers. By the time my daughter came to the phone, I was panting, thinking more about my own pending orgasm than what I was going to say to her.

“Ah, hi hon. Oh, I’m sorry I had you all worried. Listen I’m downstairs. The new neighbor came up because some water from someplace is leaking in her kitchen. I’ll be up in a couple of minutes and tell you all about it. I want to see what you guys bought. Bye hon.”

When I put down the receiver, I turned around toward Donna without interrupting what she was busy doing to my sex. I cupped both of her breasts in my hands, covered her mouth with mine and came in waves that seemed to go on forever.

—- Donna —-

When I heard the car outside I thought my heavenly fantasy was going to end, but Clare was quick witted enough to suggest we slip down to my apartment so we could continue where we had been so abruptly interrupted. As we managed to close the door to my apartment we heared the family tromping up the stairs. Clare said she’d have to call and let them know where she was, but before she could reach the phone she reached me, and shucking her robe, grabbed onto me in a loving hug. As our bodies pressed together she proceeded to strip me and go down on me, licking and sucking my bare pussy with all of her might. I practically swooned into a wonderful orgasm.

While Clare spoke on the phone to her family, I ran my hands over her body, and began returning the favor by licking and kissing around her body, sucking on her luscious nips and working down to lick her juicy cunt and run my tongue along the crack of her ass. She began to shudder as she returned the phone to its cradle, and her orgasm on my mouth filled me with more than pleasure—it was creamy pleasure.

After her cum was over, she declared that she would have to leave me, but before she did, she startled me by saying something entirely out of context.

“You know,” she said. “I don’t understand it, but when I heard my daughter’s voice on the phone your kisses and licks turned me on more than I had ever felt before. Do you think that it would be terrible to teach my girls something about lady love so they could learn at an early age before they are damaged by falling in love with men?”

After I closed my mouth, which gaped at what she was saying (though I continued to lick her sweet cum juice from my lips), I told her that I was at least as turned on by the idea of sex with her girls as I was with my fast growing love for her.

The seed had been planted… do you suppose it will grow?

—- Clare —-

I was resolved when I went back upstairs to our apartment that I was going to seduce my daughters, or that I would engage Donna to help me seduce my daughters into a sexual relationship with her and me. I wasn’t sure how that was going to happen just yet, but I knew that was the goal I was going to strive for. My sexual encounter with Donna had been terrific and I learned from it that it was young girls I was interested in, her being very much like one, and that my daughters were the ones I wanted to start with.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Donna and Thom

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2005 }

—- Clare —-

The twenty-something woman who lives downstairs has a childlike body. She is short, under 5 feet. I first got a good look at her at the pool in a two-piece: no tits to speak of as if they started to nub and then their growth arrested, just nipples I suspect, gangly legs though and a pert, curvy little butt. Willing, she could help me legally live out a fantasy.

She means to get up at 5:30 but her alarm starts to go off at 5:00. It sounds like a car alarm. She hits the snooze six times, getting 5 more minutes each time. Five minutes of what? Can she really be going back to sleep between the alarms? It seems she must though because the alarm belts out at least a dozen yelps before she hits it again. Finally, at 5:30 she’s up.

I imagine her sleeping naked but if not she’s thrown the nightgown off and pushed her panties to the floor on the way to the bathroom. The fan goes on immediately followed by the tub water. She’s peeing as the water warms and then the shower is engaged. A ten minute shower, very succinct I think. Just the important parts and washing her spiky blond hair. She is very tidy about her person, her body hair is like fuzz on a peach so she likely keeps her mound cleanly shaven. Maybe her soapy hand hesitates there during the shower but I think not; it’s only my fantasy that it would or my hand that would if I were showering with her.

Shower is turned off, a quick dry. Back in the bedroom, closet door opens. She’s definitely naked now. A peek in the mirror? Is she disappointed about her tits, her little girl body? Does she wish she would grow up?

I don’t. I have to touch myself but quietly so I don’t wake my husband.

Clothes are out on the bed. A drawer opens, under clothes no doubt. Panties on. Must only be a camisole for the top, couldn’t be a bra, not necessary. Out to the kitchen. News channel is on. A piece of toast, juice. Out the door just before 6:00.

I wish I could get back to sleep but it’s time to get up. I get out of bed and turn off the alarm so I can have a few minutes to myself. I pick yesterday’s panties off of the pile of clothes on a chair and head for the spare room. On the way I scoop pussy juice out of my vagina with the fingers of my left hand and smear it on my face. I need to smell pussy, it increases my arousal.

I lie on the bed in the spare room and try to get my feet spread over the edge of either side. I want my cunt to be as wide open as it can be. I push vigorously on my labia, trying to satisfy the ache coming from my engorged clit.

The crotch of yesterday’s panties are over my nose. Yesterday’s pungent smell mixed with today’s ripe pussy juices, delicious. The pinkie of my still-wet left hand is in my mouth; it’s her clit that I’m licking and sucking as she straddles my face, my nose at the top of her bare mound, smelling the perfume of her sex, my sex, our sex.

She comes and I spin her around, top to bottom so that she can enjoy my bottom as much as I’m enjoying hers. Her mouth easily finds my erect sex poking out of its hiding place, my labia opened wide with my legs spread apart. I now have her back hole available to me. It needs to be kissed, licked, probed with a free finger. My mouth is back on her sex, not missing a beat of the rhythm that we’ve built up. I come. She comes again.

She spins end to end this time. I pull my feet up to my butt and welcome her between my legs. She arches her back and the lips of our sex meet in a passionate kiss. We press them together like the kiss of lovers that have been apart for a long time. Then our hips begin to move in opposite motions, stimulating our sweet spots that are ripe for closure. We pant, we gasp, we scream.

Only I bite my tongue so that I don’t alert my family to my orgasm that comes in waves and waves. One hand is pinching my bare clit the other is stuffed into my vagina nearly up to my wrist, a trailing finger is caressing my rosebud.

I’ve soaked the bed, a stain over a foot in diameter is under my bum. I get up quickly and spread out the afghan that is folded at the bottom of the bed so that the evidence of my desiring my neighbor is concealed.

I passed the girls’ rooms to the bathroom to pee and ran some soap and water over my face—back to the bedroom to kiss my husband awake. We must have forgotten to set the alarm again I tell him; it’s a few minutes after six. Let’s get a shower before we have to get the girls up.

He wanders off in a stupor to the bathroom. I follow behind slowly though, entering each of the girls’ rooms to be close to them as the aura of my morning’s fantasy subsides. Is it them I want to be with? Is it someone their age? one of their friends? Another morning passes without any answers.

I touch their hair, their backs, and their chests as they lie sleeping and then I go off to join my husband in the shower. Thanks to my neighbor downstairs, another day will pass before I have to decide.

Do you suppose she might come up for a muffin the next time my family goes out on an outing and leaves me alone?

—- Donna —-

I had just moved into a duplex with a downstairs and an upstairs. My name is Donna, and I am 22, just out of college and teaching at a girls’ school in a small town in Iowa. I am what is called “petite,” about 5 feet tall, and a slim but well-shaped body. Some people still think I am just a teenager and I get carded whenever I order a drink.

I love my job, but I hate getting up in the morning because it is so early. I set my alarm for 5:00 a.m. but seldom roll out of bed before 5:30, and then have to hurry to get ready in time to not be late for my job.

I usually sleep in a T-shirt and panties, but sometimes I push my panties down during the night and play with myself when I have had a sexy dream. One of my dreams is about the woman who lives upstairs with her husband and two young girls. I have seen them out in the pool, and they are all very good looking. My pussy tingles when I look at the young girls, and I wouldn’t mind finding out what their mother tastes like either.

But I digress.

I run into the bathroom and release my night’s worth of pee while the shower is heating up. I wash my body thoroughly, taking pains to be sure my vaginal and anal areas are clean, rubbing a bar of soap into each crack and enjoying the sensations it gives me. I also love playing with my breasts until the nipples are hard and tingly.

I run back into my bedroom, not bothering to cover myself since I am alone and no one can see me, except that when I open my closet door and catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror I can’t help but admire my small girl-shaped body and wish I had larger breasts.

I dress hurriedly, not bothering with a bra and selecting a pair of silky thin panties that let me imagine I am bare underneath. I keep hoping one of my students will notice and let me know she is interested in joining me for a little extra-curricular activity.

I don’t usually have time for much breakfast, so I heat up a pop-tart, pour a cup of coffee from my timed coffee maker (if I remembered to set it the night before) and take them with me to my car, which will hopefully start right away. It can be cantankerous when the weather is cold.

As I leave the building I notice my upstairs neighbor looking out her window at me. She is wearing a diaphanous nightgown that reveals her large breasts and just the shadow of her pubic hair as the sun beams into her window. She waves in a friendly way, and smiles at me, apparently not at all aware of how sexy she looks framed in the morning sun, her body tempting to look at.

All the way to school I am thinking about my neighbor and wondering if she has any interest in female sex, since she has a husband and two lovely daughters.

During the day I notice several of my students gazing at me as though they wonder what I look like undressed, and I catch one girl actually playing with herself under her desk.

I am sure this will be an interesting year at school, and possibly at home as well.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Gladys Stoatpamphlet

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

The snow fairy drifted down between the snowflakes. She danced amidst the storm wild and free. Her exquisite form was near invisible to mortal eyes, being mostly transparent with white accentuations against a starless sky. She was more spirit than matter, more dream than snow. The biting cold wind lashed across her naked body deliciously. Her white tipped translucent breasts stood out hard against the winter wind enjoying its caress. Her slim body was naked and perfect and her butterfly wings of frost stretched out into the night to merge with the swirling whiteness. Even she did not truly know where the storm ended and she began, nor did she care. Her thoughts were much more carnal in nature. She flit about in the air grabbing the occasional flake which she pressed between her legs. The cold of the snow woke her center of pleasure and while it lasted it was as if she held a star of bliss in her hands. But no snowflake could last for very long and she constantly sought more and better sensations. She was driven by her nature and in her nature she found her delight.

Like most fairies her hunger for pleasure was matched by an insatiable curiosity. Flitting about on the night airs she finally saw the lone cabin. It was set into a hill halfway down its Eastern face. The hill protected it from the worst of the wind and storm and a soft amber glow came leaked from the cracks in its shutters. There was something else about it that drew her, some resonance of power. She circled slowly down. Her clit ached with freezing cold bliss and her nipples cut the cold night air as she descended.

When she got close to the cabin she perceived the power that rested on top of it. There was an ice elemental curled about the eaves and draped across the edges of the roof. A cold power radiated from the clinging ice. Circling in low she looked for its head. In and among the icicles she flitted until one hissed at her in the silent language of her kind. There in a long thick icicle she saw the ice nymph. Her long serpentine body of ice was draped along the edges of the roof, intertwined with the icicles she inhabited. In the large icicle in front of the fairy the nymph’s head and torso resided. Her pale blue features would be almost impossible to discern from the ice itself with mortal eyes, but to the fairy she was plainly visible. Not to mention extremely sexy. Her hair was ice white and her face was formed in imitation of the Goddess of Winter, making her surpassingly beautiful. She winked seductively at the fairy and licked her lips with her snake-like tongue.

The fairy zipped across the winter air and wrapped her legs around the icicle, grinding her needy sex into the ice. So great was her desire that the icicle began to melt where she touched it. The nymph responded with her own passion and slipped her hand through the melt water by the fairy’s nether lips and then past them, shoving her icy fingers deep into the snow fairy’s ethereal quim. The cold power of the nymph sent pleasure echoing through the fairy’s form, and the night sky responded with a flurry of white flakes. Her head dipped into the ice, passing through its solid surface with no more difficulty than a mortal would feel slipping into bathwater. The nymph sought out the fairy’s lips and they came together in a hungry kiss. Their nipples crushed together, their tongues entered each other’s mouths, and the nymph slid her full hand into her new lover. The fairy quivered in ecstasy and pushed down, driving the nymph’s hand and arm deep within her. Delighted in her children’s lust the Goddess smiled, Wind howled his encouragement, and Night paused to watch. The temperature dropped quickly.

Then, just as the two elemental spirits were about to begin a truly momentous winter fuck something strange occurred. The sound of a small bell rang out and in its voice there was a power that pulled at the awareness of both nymph and fairy. They paused. There was a scent in the wind that spoke to them of Life and power, and a silence within the wind they could not ignore. “What is that?” asked the fairy.

“I do not know,” replied the nymph. “But it drew me here just as the sun was setting. There is some power in this place, something within this tiny house that is of Life’s kingdom but knows the ways of Shadow too.”

“Should we go look?” asked the fairy as she gripped her new lover’s hand deep within her.

“I was afraid to go alone,” said the nymph. She wiggled her fingers inside the fairy and nipped at her nipples. “But I will go if you go with me.”

“Ooohhhhh, that’s nice,” the fairy sighed. Her new lover was so strong and powerful, so beautiful and cold. She knew this nymph could fuck her until her wings fell off and she yearned for such brutal ecstasy. But the silence left in her mind by the bell echoed on and would give her no peace. “How, aahhhhh, how would we get inside?”

The nymph chuckled. “Almost as easy as it was to get inside you my slutty little fairy.” She sucked hard at the little fairy’s tit, eliciting more gasps of pleasure. “Look below, the window is ajar.”

They both craned their heads downwards. Just as the nymph had claimed there was a window, an actual glass paned window, and it was open at the bottom. Only an inch or two of space existed but to the two semi-material girls it may as well have been a chasm. They exchanged a look of shared curiosity and need. They kissed while the nymph slid her hand out of the fairy and purred together as the nymph wiped the fairy’s wetness all over both their skins, coating them both in a frost of sex. Reluctantly the fairy pulled free of the ice nymph’s embrace and detached herself from her icy lover. She drifted down upon the air and landed on the window’s ledge. There she perched, tucked into the corner while she waited. Down her lover slithered, extending down along her long icy tail. The fairy watched her move in awe and lust. The nymph was neither snake nor glacier but her nature bespoke of both and the strength with which she pushed the world aside and froze everything that came in her path caused the fairy to ache with desire for her. Flowing down the window frame the nymph drew herself down to her lover’s side. She saw the look of hopeless lust on the fairy’s face and smiled wickedly. Upside down she preened herself, arching her back and letting her snow-frost hair hang low. She turned to best display the body she had crafted, her full firm breasts and rigid nipples, her smooth waist and full sweeping hips that gave way to a mouthwatering heart-shaped bottom. Between the cheeks of that bottom the fairy knew there was a set of sweet holes she could completely lose herself in. Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out in unconscious need. Oh how delicious it would be to dig into the nymphs subzero depths! She knew it would be something of a challenge to get there, after all the nymph was much more powerful than she was and would probably not let her have a taste until she herself had first fed, and there was a small complication in that the nymph could not spread her legs. She didn’t have any. Her legs vanished at the top of her thighs blending into a long frozen tail of ice that extended up to and encircled the roof. Every icicle on the roof was a part of her, and possibly much more beyond that. Her tail probably extended all the way to the nearest lake.

The nymph gazed at the tasty fairy through half lowered lids and said, “After we find this damn bell I’m going to consume you utterly. Your pussy is mine child. I’m going to drag you back to my lake by your tits and freeze you from the inside out.”

Unthinkingly the fairy took a step towards her. “Yes,” she panted. “Use me as you like Cold Mistress. Only, let me taste your Arctic cunt as you consume me.”

The nymph reached out seized the fairy’s tit in a tight grip. “Taste it? Foolish little fairy, once I press you within my tail I will draw your face to my pussy and your lips will never leave my frozen clit. Never. All that will be left of you will be two little wings of snow sticking up out of my ice.”

“Oooohhhhhh, Mistress,” the fairy sighed in passion. “Oh yes Mistress. Yes, please. Please …” But whatever she was going to say next was cut off as the crystalline sound of the bell rippled out into the world again. Here, on the window’s ledge, its voice was much stronger, and both of them forgot what they were saying as it swept their thoughts aside, briefly filled them with its metallic perfection, then faded into nothingness.

They clung to each other in the silence of its passage. Together they strained to look within the room but of course they could not see past the veil of glass. To them it was like trying to look through a rushing river to see the ground beneath. Steeling herself the nymph said, “Are you ready then little one?”

The fairy pressed herself back against the nymph. She pushed her tiny bum into her lover’s tummy and leaned back into her thrusting tits. Reaching back she wrapped her arms about the nymph’s neck and her legs around her icy tail. Her wings folded around the nymph like a cocoon. Her head fell back and she looked up at her lover’s face in adoration. “Anywhere with you Mistress.”

“You are brave, little fairy.” Her arms encircled the clinging sprite, one hand taking hold of a small pointed tit and the other sliding down to slip a finger into the fairy’s hungry wetness. “Come then little one, we will go together.” And with that they dove through the window’s gap.

On the inside window sill they froze in fear. There was Fire in this room. Not in the hearth, thank the Goddess, the logs there were black and cold, although they echoed with the memory of burning. But above that, on the mantle, there were three candles. Each was lit. Each held a tiny flame of gold at its top, a single finger of light and heat each of which contained the infinite potential and limitless hunger of Fire. “Mistress…” the fairy whined in a fearful voice.

But suddenly the nymph laughed. “Look you sister, the flame is bound! This Fire is no threat to us.” And indeed it was true. The three flames stood perfectly still without flickering or swaying. The voices of the flames were silent, their hunger muted. They barely breathed.

Seeing this the fairy too laughed. “Oh Mistress, how wonderful! Let’s fornicate in their light and mock them.”

“Hold precious. We are not alone. There are humans here.”

True enough there were two humans in the room. Sitting on the floor before the cold hearth, draped in a heavy fur, was a woman and a girl. Aside from the fur they were properly naked, a fact the fairy noted with approval. She also noted their kinship. She could smell the ties of blood that bound the two mortals together. The little one was obviously the child of the bigger one. Such a curious thing, the fairy thought as she pondered the mystery of human reproduction. But her musings were quickly forgotten as she caught the heady scent of sex. Rich, hot, humid, dripping mortal cunt was in this room. It’s scent washed over the snow fairy like a drug. Were it not for her lover’s grasp she would have flung herself across the room towards it.

“W… wait, wait little one. All is not right here.”

“Mistressssss!” whined the fairy. “Can you not smell them?” She inhaled deeply. “Oh, Goddess of Winter I can smell them both.” She scented the air like a dog. “Mmmmmmnnn, yes. That rich heavy scent must be the mother’s. Oh what a wonderful aroma! And that sharp scent must be the child’s. *sniff* Ah, such sweet dew! Can we not bathe in it?”

The nymph too was drawing the pussy laden air into her center. “Yessssssss,” she hissed. “It is lovely.” She trembled slightly. “But where is the bell? Where is the metal voice that called us here?”

Just then the woman drew back the fur, uncovering herself and the child. The smell of human pussy became much stronger, and both the fairy and the nymph groaned in desire. Both humans were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Both were aroused, their human cunts wet and aroused. Clearly they had been having sex together. The nymph knew that that might mean these humans followed the ways of the Goddess. The mortals opened their legs in clear invitation.

“Come then sweetling, let us get a little closer,” The nymph said. Together they slid down the wall, the fairy still wrapped about her lover. Like a snake of ice they moved across the room until they were but mere feet from the two mortals. The older woman leaned against the wall, her long lustrous black hair spilling down her back like a waterfall of night, her blue eyes twin stars in the darkness. Her lips were full and red, her skin as white as snow, her breasts rounded and heavy. Only her left tit was visible to their eyes, the other being covered by the little girl, but the nipple they could see was hardened, its aureole crinkled, clearly showing her arousal. The little girl sat between her legs but slightly off to the side. Thus the woman’s cunt was mostly obscured but what could be seen showed no signs of hair, confirming the nymph’s opinion that this woman was a devotee of the Goddess.

The little girl was practically her mother’s twin although much younger. The same hair and eyes, the same pale skin, the same sweet scent, all of it indicating that she was likely the product of incest. Both the fairy and the nymph could tell this on sight and by smell and it stirred their arousal to even greater heights. Incest they knew was taboo among most mortals, yet considered sacred by the Queens of Shadow. The girl was quite young, perhaps in her sixth year of Life, certainly not past her seventh. Her legs were spread wide and her small hairless child’s quim was displayed like an offering. By her left ankle there rested a tiny silver bell etched with signs and hexagrams. Both of the immortals studied the bell carefully, but then forgot about it as the woman reached down and with her fingers opened up her daughter’s little pussy. Inside it was rosy pink and very very moist. Clearly the girl had had an orgasm recently. As they watched the woman dipped her finger into the child and fingered her gently, causing her to sigh softly. Then she pulled her finger free and flicked it so that droplets of juice flew at the two visitors. The bouquet of human pussy wafted over the two tiny elementals causing them to tremble with desire. The nymph seized her lover’s nipples so hard that the fairy almost erupted in orgasm. The little girl’s creamy scent was pure. This close there could be no doubt.

“Sssssissssteerrrrrrrr,” the nymph hissed, her serpent like nature coming to the fore in her swelling lust. “The child is a virgin! She is an offering. A gift to the Goddess of Winter.”

“What?” the fairy asked in a haze of desire. She was humping her slick pussy up and down her lover’s icy thigh. “Virgin?” She eyed the little girl quizzically. “Is she ugly to mortal eyes?”

“No, of course not. She is as lovely to them as she is to us. Lovely and sweet, a priceless little joy.”

“I thought so. I have not met many mortals but never have I met one as beautiful as her. How then is it that she remains a maiden? Why has no mortal yet plundered her?”

“It is against their laws sister. A mortal man or woman who was found violating such a young child would be hung in any kingdom North of the Sleeping Desert.” Sensing the fairy’s lack of comprehension she explained. “When a mortal is hung they have a rope placed about their neck and tightened until they are destroyed. It means killed sister. A mortal risks death having a child such as her.”

The fairy shivered at the very thought. “Speak not of the Hidden One my sweet Mistress.”

“Silly fairy, death is not for such as we. But don’t you understand? This woman is a follower of the ancient ways. She has brought this child here to offer her to us. Her virginity is to be sacrificed to the Goddess of Winter, with you and I the twin knives of Air and Water.” The nymph growled in consuming lust and slid her hand down the fairy’s belly to her brimming cunt where she slid four of her fingers deep inside. “We will fuck this child! We will dive within her and open the passage of Life’s River and she will be Winter’s child forever more!”

“Yeeessssssssssss,” the fairy sighed. “But, but then what Adored Mistress? How will we carry this offering to the Goddess?”

“We must dive deep little one. Deeper than my fingers are in you now. To the center we must go, into the little girl’s womb where Life’s River has made a fountain. From there we may slip under Time and emerge at the throne of the Goddess, covered in the blood and nectar of this mortal girl. There the Divine Queen will open her mouth, allowing us to climb within so that we may bathe on her tongue, thus consuming the essence of this little girl, bound to her while Life remains. Thus it was done in days long past when mortals knelt before the alter of our Goddess.”

The fairy continued to twist and writhe in ecstasy while pressed against her lover. She squeezed her cunt around the fingers within her. “Ah Mistress, fuck me! Stretch me wide open and fuck my depths! Open me as we will open this girl, let her see what we intend. I … I do not understand all that you describe, but I will do anything you say.” She gazed once again on the spread pussy of the little girl. “To plunge deep within that inviting cunt I require no convincing.”

The woman behind the girl slowly eased herself out from behind her child letting the fur she wore slide away to the floor where it lay crumpled between her and the little silver bell. She then laid the girl flat upon the floor and climbed on top of her. She straddled the tiny girl with her womanly body, spreading her legs wide and settling her dripping cunt down upon the child’s face. Wet lapping sounds of a hungry mouth filled the room as the little girl sucked and feasted on her mother’s sopping wet cunt. Then, bending low so that her heavy tits hung down, nipples brushing across her daughter’s hips, she grabbed the girl’s thighs and pulled her legs wide apart. Her hands slid up the girl’s pale tender thighs to her tiny slit where her fingers once again flared open the child’s tender lips, displaying her sweet pink interior. Then she sat back, pinning her daughter beneath her weight, her cunt holding the girl’s head to the floor, and uttered a word.

The word she spoke was the name of the Winter Goddess rendered into human tongue. The sound of it electrified the fairy and the nymph. They jumped as if slapped, then with a sudden growl of passion leaped forward and plunged into the pink meat of the child’s cunt. The little girl screamed into her mother’s wet hole but the woman only bore down harder keeping her daughter in place. The nymph never slowed down. In she pushed, into the hot wet tightness of the girl’s little pussy. She shoved the fairy before her. Head first the fairy plunged inside the girl followed by the icy river of the nymph. The girl kicked and thrashed as the fairy’s legs disappeared into her tender body, as the nymph pushed past her lips making the wet juices of her tiny hole flash to frost.

It was wet, and tight, and dark, and unbearably warm inside the child, as well as indescribably sweet. But the darkness did not affect the two elementals and the tightness and the heat were no match for the nymph’s cold power. The fairy crouched within, pressed up against the girl’s hymen. The nymph shouted a silent command and the fairy knelt and tried to extend her wings in the tight space. They folded over, laying over her shoulders and pressed into the fleshy barrier. The nymph pulled her lover to her by the fingers still embedded within her and placed a deep probing kiss upon the fairy’s tiniest hole. The little fairy spasmed as ecstasy and power poured through her. Her wings snapped rigid as the coldness filled them and they slashed through the child’s maidenhead like razors. Lunging forward the two spirits surged deep into the child’s birth canal.

They were met by the unfettered power of Life’s River. The surging current of the girl’s life force washed over them like a river of lava. The fairy’s wings melted under the onslaught, and if not for the cold strength of the serpentine nymph she too would have been lost. Far more than anything either of them had expected, they endured the onslaught of the child’s life force. Then, unexpectedly, there came a change. From outside the girl’s body they heard the silver bell. As before its note filled them with its clear voice, but here, within the heaving current of Life’s River, it did far more. The sound of the bell established a harmony between the Life of the girl and the elemental power of the nymph and fairy. Suddenly the competing powers of Life and Winter attained a symmetry where all antagonisms vanished. The hot flow of the girl’s juices now filled the two of them with strength even as the girl’s pain vanished in a virtual explosion of ecstatic power. Screaming their silent joy the two elemental spirits plunged forward, now strengthened rather than hindered by the girl’s surging life force. They passed through her cervix effortlessly, without disruption, no more than a mist, and plunged into the girl’s womb. In there the fountaining Life of the girl vaporized their physical remains even as they slipped under Time and blazed like a shooting star towards the eternal throne of the Goddess.

Back in the little cottage Ba-Shelle-Meja bucked and heaved, her face pinned beneath the soft wet meat of her mother’s gushing cunt, as an orgasm unlike any she had ever felt before roared through her. The pain at first had been terrible. The cold penetration of the winter elementals they had summoned had been like being raped with an icicle. But when the bell rang for the final time her pain had vanished, just as her mother had promised. Suddenly she could feel the winter power plugged into her tiny hole and it was like being made love to by a lightning bolt of pure pleasure. She had screamed into the wet softness above her, screamed in rapture as her orgasm was magnified by sheer elemental power. The little silver bell rang in harmony with her until its note escalated into a metallic shriek before shattering in a convulsive burst, spraying shards of hot metal across the room. They were protected by the heavy fur her mother, the Witch Ash-Shelle-Lia, had placed between them and it.

As the bell shattered so too did the trail of ice that ended at Bashie’s little cunt. Asha had struggled to keep the girl’s hips in place as she was so savagely penetrated by the long icicle that extended from her to the wall, then up to the window and the roof and from there to the small lake more than a mile away. It was important that the girl not break contact with the power they sought to harness. Asha was aware of Bashie’s pain, but such an act always caused pain. More importantly, her daughter would have far more to show from her pain then the satisfaction of some man. When the spell reached its crescendo the spirits of nymph and fairy had escaped from Time, but the power they bore remained and was bound to the girl. The binding of the bell had transferred to her daughter when the frail metal could no longer hold it. The spell had fused their power into the life force of Ba-Shelle-Meja. When that happened the long trail of ice had shattered, the icicles on the roof of the cottage had all come raining down, and far away the ice that covered the small lake had split down the middle.

Ash-Shelle-Lia enjoyed a small orgasm on her child’s thrashing face while she watched the spell complete. She had made love to her daughter for hours, immersing her in pleasure, making her cum again and again, priming her for this moment. All the while she had sent out their Summons, calling winter powers to their door. She had felt the ice nymph gather about their little cottage. She had been even more delighted when the snow fairy had also been drawn into her web. It was fitting that the agency by which her daughter would be initiated into the ways of power be a pair of sapphic spirits. Really she couldn’t have asked for better. And the nymph had been strong. Very strong. The change in Bashie was obvious to her trained senses. Even as the girl’s orgasm waned there was a silent thunder of power seeping out of her tender flesh.

Asha smiled in satisfaction and bent down. Her dark hair fell about them as she covered Bashie’s tender little cunt with her mouth. Gently she sucked, drinking the melt water, blood, and orgasmic juices from her child’s no-longer-virgin cunt. She purred in lust as she thought of the pleasures yet to be had. Now she could really fuck her little girl. Fuck her the way she had always wanted. It had been so hard to wait so long, but it would all be worth it. Bashie twitched underneath her as she sucked, finally collapsing into an exhausted heap.

Asha rolled off to the side. She pulled the heavy fur over Bashie to cover her then stood up. With a word she snapped the binding on the fire and the three flames on the candles were sucked back through the moments and into the hearth, which once again burned with a merry fire. There was no longer any need to keep the fire bound. Her nipples stood rigid in the cold as she walked naked to the window and sealed it shut.

“Mummy,” Bashie said weakly from under the fur.

“I’m here baby. Just closing the window. Bloody cold in here.”

“Mmm, doesn’t feel cold to me,” the girl said in a sleepy voice.

“No baby. I don’t imagine it does. In fact, I doubt you will ever feel cold again.”

“Mmmmm. I feel sooooooo gooooooood Mummy.” The little girl stretched and pushed the heavy fur aside. She stretched out naked on the floor. Asha gazed at her silently, drinking in her daughter’s sweet little body. “That was amazing,” Bashie said languidly. “It really hurt at first, but then it was soooo good.” She shivered in pure sensual pleasure. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before.”

“No, probably not,” Asha said. Even after all the sex they had had together leading up to the spell she still found herself growing aroused looking at her daughter. She was almost seven now and Asha’s mind was filled with a thousand wicked fantasies starring her child. She smiled inwardly. She was just like her mother had been with her. “That was more then just a regular orgasm my pet.”

“Mmmmm,” Bashie purred. “Yeah, that was magic.”

“Yes, it was.” Asha smiled. “How are you feeling now?”

“Great,” the six year-old said. She spread her legs wide and reached down to touch and examine her pussy. “My pussy feels okay too.” She pushed her two fingers in deep. “It’s not even sore. And it feels bigger now.” Looking up at her mother she grinned and said, “Guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Asha swept across the room and knelt between Bashie’s legs. “Show me baby. Show your mother your big girl pussy.”

Bashie smiled and reached down with her other hand. She slipped a finger from each hand inside her little tube and pulled her cunny wide open. “Look Mummy, I can open up like you do.” Asha cooed in delight and reached out with her right hand to slide a long finger deep into her child’s little cunt. Bashie moaned in pleasure as her mother caressed a little spot inside her. “Ooohhhhhhhh, Mummmmmyyyy. What’s that?”

Asha grinned wickedly. “That’s what it feels like to no longer be a virgin baby girl. Now I get to have fun with all of your little pink hole.”

“Ooooohhhh, yes!” Bashie flung her hands back over her head and stretched her legs as wide as they would go, which was very far indeed. “Do whatever you want Mummy.”

Asha chuckled. “Mmmm, oh yes? Whatever I want you say?” She pulled her finger most of the way out then added a second digit. With a firm thrust she shoved both fingers deep making Bashie grunt. “Well, what I want it to use my daughter like a whore. I’m going to open up your little pussy the same way I opened your sweet little asshole baby girl.”

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh, Mothhhhhheeeeeerrrrrrrrr,” Bashie sighed. She thrust her little hips into the air meeting Asha’s strokes.

Asha growled in lust and lunged forward covering the girl. Her heavy tits pressed into Bashie as she sought out the girl’s mouth, captured it with hers, and kissed her deeply. Bashie moaned into her mother’s mouth and sucked at her playful tongue, all the while she kept thrusting her hips up to welcome Asha’s plunging fingers. Asha felt the power rise up in her little girl, felt the elemental force she now contained respond to her lust and begin to express itself in conformity to the child’s will. Juices gushed out of Bashies tiny cunny, far more than a child her age would normally produce, as the magic tuned to her pleasure.

Asha slowed down her thrusts and eased her baby into a warm pleasurable glow. There was no rush, they had all night. She freed her mouth and kissed Bashie’s nose, then her cheeks, then her forehead, raining kisses down all over her pretty face. Bashie giggled and purred, then moaned as Asha’s heavy tit slid up to rest its swollen nipple against her lips. She opened her mouth and eagerly sucked the pale fruit of her mother’s breast into her mouth. She suckled like a baby as Asha probed her newly opened depths.

“Mmmmm, baby. You are so good at that,” Asha sighed. “Let us play for a while longer, but then we must get some sleep. Tomorrow we leave this place and travel South.”

“Where will we go next Momma?” Bashie asked around the tit in her mouth.

Asha pressed her breast deeper into Bashie’s mouth and stirred her little pussy. “We’ll head back to the pass, then follow the river to Hollings where we will book passage to Mennacore.” She smiled at the wide eyed look Bashie gave her. “That’s right, jewel of my heart, it’s time for you to see a city with your own eyes.” She slid into a conspiratorial whisper. “The rumor I hear is that the king of Mennacore has a spirited daughter who is perhaps too fond of the company of women, who keeps her maid with her at all times, and whose chamber girls smile more than is discrete. Also, it is said that she is fascinated with the occult.” Bashie was smiling with her eyes now and she flicked her mother’s nipple deliciously with her tongue. Asha purred in bliss then drew her fingers from Bashie’s sucking quim. Staring into her daughter’s eyes she brought her fingers to her lips. Slowly and sensuously she slid one finger into her mouth, her eyes fluttering in pleasure as Bashie’s sweet taste once again filled her mouth. Then she reached over to her other breast and basted the nipple with the cream her remaining finger had collected before exchanging it with the one Bashie was sucking. Bashie made little happy sounds as she sucked her own cream off her mother’s other tit while Asha basked in the glow of pleasure her daughter’s mouth was giving her. “I think my sweet, that we could live in comfort for a while, and perhaps turn a princess into our rutting slut. What do you say to that?”

Bashie released her mother’s tit with a wet pop. “Is she very pretty mother?”

“They say she is as pretty as sunrise my sweet. With golden hair and eyes as green as jade, fair of face and smooth limbed. Sixteen summers she is and has not yet been promised to another. Her father indulges her they say, and allows her great freedom.”

“Do you think he knows she likes pussy?” Bashie asked.

Asha laughed. “Who can say my child. Perhaps he does. Some kings would see that as a good way to protect against siring royal bastards. We’ll just have to see for ourselves. Perhaps he finds her dalliances a source of excitement. Many men would.”

“What will we do about him then Mummy?”

“Well, no sense seducing only the child baby girl.” She caressed Bashie’s wet pussy. “I think it would be quite a treat to lick a king’s seed from your little hole.”

“Mmmmmmm, oh yes Mother. That would be grand! Let me fuck him Mummy. A king for my first man!”

“Yes baby. And a princess for dessert.”

Bashie squirmed in pleasure under her mother’s caress. “Does a king’s sperm taste better than a normal man’s Mother? And is the pussy of a princess sweeter?”

Asha chuckled. “I do not think so as a rule my darling. But we shall see. Perhaps we will find we have a taste for royal meat. Although, I cannot imagine not liking the taste of a pretty young princess.”

“Mmmm, I bet she tastes like wine with honey,” Bashie said. She reached down and grabbed her Asha’s wrist and pulled it tighter against her newly opened hole. “Aaaahhhh, deeper Mummy. It feels nice when you go all the way in now.”

Asha thrust her fingers deep and wiggled them around, causing young Bashie to gasp and tremble. Asha smiled adoringly at her child as she molested her. “Would you like something bigger Bashie?” she asked.

Little eyes fluttered open. “Bigger, Mummy?”

Asha slid her fingers free and stood up. She sucked the cream from her fingers as she walked over to the side of the one room cottage where a satchel lay against a wall. Rummaging through it she pulled out a curious object. It was a long tusk of ivory carved in the shape of a double ended phallus. The artwork of it was very detailed, from the flaring mushroom tips to the carved veins that ran its length. It was as long as Asha’s forearm from wrist to elbow and as she wrapped her hand around the shaft her thumb and middle finger only just touched. Turning back to Bashie Asha held the object out and asked, “Fancy a real fuck darling?”

Bashie’s eyes widened. “That will never fit in me,” she said.

“Hmm, not all of it,” Asha said while rubbing one smooth ivory tip against her swollen nipple. “Not yet anyways. But let’s see what you can take.”

With a lascivious leer Asha advanced on her naked daughter. Bashie gulped nervously but obediently spread her legs. The fire flickered and danced in the hearth whispering in its hidden language to the darkness of night. Outside the wind made the snowflakes spin and dance as winter covered the world in its white blanket. In the eternal halls of Night the Goddess sighed in bliss as two insatiable spirits writhed about in sapphic passion on her tongue. She smiled her blessing upon the world as she tasted the virginity of Ba-Shell-Meja.

And all was right with the world.

By Galatea

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2005 }

It was the worst thunderstorm of the year. In the middle of summer, they were always worse, aside from the winter storms two years ago. Still, even those weren’t as loud as this one. Ku waited patiently. Her sister could stand about a half of an hour by herself, but this storm was not letting up.

Only moments later, her door opened and shut, though quietly. The soft voice of her sister came from out of the dark. “Ku…?”

Ku simply slid over and opened the blankets for her sister. She caught a brief glimpse of the lanky, boyish form of her twin sliding into the bed as lightning painted the room. As she wrapped her arms around Chisato the girl whimpered, and then the thunder crashed.

Spooned against her sister’s back Ku sighed softly and stroked her twin’s long black hair. “It will go away soon, Chi, calm down.” Ku was the dominant twin usually: ‘silent and spooky-smart’ as Chisato described her. Chisato was a social butterfly, who knew everyone and all of the gossip, though she spread little of it herself. “I’m right here.”

It was purely a phobic reaction, and they both knew it. They also knew they could only do so much about it. Though they had been given separate rooms at an early age it had been several years before they would remain in their own beds under even ordinary circumstances. Ku did not mind Chisato’s presence in her bed while the storm raged any more than Chisato would have been bothered by Ku’s sneaking into her bed after a nightmare. Sleep, on the other hand, would be impossible while the storm raged.

“I’m sorry Ku…” Chisato murmured, tensing as lighting brightened the room for a split second. “I can’t help IT!”

The last word emerged as a squeak of terror as the thunder rumbled, close enough to rattle the windows just a little. Chisato’s trembling became more pronounced, and Ku kissed her temple gently.

“I know, I know. I’m not angry, Chi. I’m right here, and you’re safe.” Ku held her sister close, sighing softly. Tucking her arm under her pillow (which allowed Chisato to rest her head in the crook of her elbow almost perfectly) and wrapping the other about Chisato’s waist, she pulled her sister a little closer. Chisato was warmer than usual through her nightie. “Were you hiding under your covers again?”

Chisato only nodded in response. She jumped again as thunder crashed; the center of the storm was getting closer. Ku sighed again and kissed her sister on the back of her head. She could smell the strawberry rinse Chisato loved, and the warmth of their bodies under the blankets was making Ku sleepy. She was quickly woken by Chisato’s cry of dismay as lightning flashed, and a roll of thunder quickly followed.

“We’ll never get to sleep like this you know.” Ku was thoughtful for a moment as her sister answered.

“I know, I’m sorry Ku, it’s so stupid but it scares me so bad…I’m so sorry…” Chisato began to sniffle, and Ku became alarmed.

“No no no, no crying Chisato Hsieh! If you cry, you’ll scream, and you KNOW mother doesn’t like us sleeping together!” Ever since their mother had caught them playing doctor together when they were seven, she had been worried her daughters might turn out ‘strange’. Their father, a more sophisticated man, had calmed their mother down and given them the full lecture on sex and drugs and abuse, using some of his books to illustrate the points he made – under their mother’s watchful and worried eye. She’d been much reassured when Chisato had brought her first boyfriend home. Ku adamantly avoided all such entanglements with either gender.

Chi nodded and sniffled again. Ku stroked her hair gently, and didn’t resist when Chisato clutched her hand with both of her own and pressed it to her cheek. Shifting a little, Ku felt the warmth of her sister’s body, and made her decision.

“We have to get some sleep, Chi.” The socialite nodded miserably. Ku kissed her ear softly and murmured gently. “We could do what we did last time…” Chisato jumped at another roll of thunder. The warmth that grew in Chisato’s cheek where her hand was pressed against it was not from that, Ku was quite sure.

“We shouldn’t, Ku, really…” Chisato’s worry was evident in her voice, but her fear was reflected through her whole body. Ku murmured again, this time slipping her hand away from her sister’s hands and stroking her taut belly. Ku’s hand brushed lightly against Chisato’s navel ring – an affectation that Ku did not share but appreciated in her twin.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Chi.” A soft kiss to her sister’s neck brought about a loosening of her shoulders. “You could do it all yourself, you know. And you have tests tomorrow,” Ku reminded her sister gently.

When they had been twelve, four years ago, Ku had slipped into Chisato’s room during a particularly bad storm. In an effort to keep Chisato’s mind off of the thunder and lightning, they had talked about what Chisato would and would not let her boyfriends do, and what Ku might allow a boy to do with her if she found one she liked. From there they had talked of the things they had seen in their father’s library, and what they’d discovered more recently in the encyclopedia he had shown them when they’d been caught by their mother.

The talk had aroused curiosity and feelings, and they had experimented a little. Nothing more than mutual touching and some (on Ku’s part, at least) experimental kisses, but Ku had experimented with self pleasure more than Chisato had. As a result, Chisato had experienced her first orgasm under Ku’s hands rather than a boyfriend’s. She had almost immediately fallen asleep, to Ku’s astonishment – the storm had not abated at all.

“I’m too afraid,” admitted Chisato, though she was slowly relaxing under Ku’s soft caresses and gentle kisses. There was a tensing of her body as lightning flashed, but she only shuddered a little when the thunder rippled through. Ku’s lips were at her shoulder, suckling gently as her hand slid along the translucent nightie. “I don’t know Ku…we’re not little kids anymore,” the soft whisper continued.

Ku’s hand flowed along the curves of Chisato’s belly and then to her thigh, to raise the nightie up past her waist. “I’m your sister, Chi. It’s okay…nothing bad will happen.” Ku slid her hand down once more, and traced the edges of Chisato’s lacy panties. She whispered breathily into Chisato’s ear. “I promise.”

The promise had its intended effect. Chisato held an unwavering, unshakable faith in her sister, to the extent of being willing to risk life and limb on Ku’s say so. Not that Ku would ever do such a thing as put her sister in danger; the power she held over Chisato did have its good points though. Ku almost never exercised her power over her twin if she could help it.

Ku’s fingers slipped under the elastic of Chisato’s panties, and aided her twin in escaping the snug lace. Their builds were the same: long legged, skinny, small chested; their heart shaped faces, long black hair falling straight to their waists, and violet eyes matched as well. Chisato’s penchant for body jewelry and an open, happy expression were the only visual differences, for Ku was stoic and had no piercings. Their voices were also somewhat similar, but the way in which they used them were utterly disparate.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this…” Chisato murmured, before thunder elicited a startled cry. When she had calmed down, largely through Ku’s gentle kisses and light caresses along her belly and thighs, she continued. “We’re sisters, and it’s not really right.” She did not pull away and in fact moved closer to her sister when Ku pulled gently on her. She felt bare skin along her lower back and thighs. “You’re naked!”

“I always sleep naked in my own bed. We ARE sisters, so we aren’t going to be doing this all the time. We aren’t girlfriends.” Ku shifted, wrapping her leg over Chisato’s legs as her hands slid the thin material of her twin’s nightie all the way to her underarms. She then ran her free hand back down her sister’s lithe body. “I need rest, and so do you, and we won’t -” Ku was interrupted by lightning and the tension it produced in Chisato. “- we won’t get any with-” The thunder shook the windows again, but her sister relaxed under the slow caress and softly murmured words. “- with you doing that all night.” Ku’s practicality put forth a hard argument, as did her movements.

Chisato made a soft noise that could have been agreement as Ku’s hand moved up to trace the curves of her breasts; the other remained under her own head, arm pillowing her sister’s head. They were small, firm, and warm. Fingertips explored aureole, feeling the tender flesh swell a little. Ku nibbled lightly on the back of her twin’s neck, and was rewarded by Chisato turning to look at her with violet pools of darkness. The movement freed her largely numb arm.

Ignoring the discomfort, Ku slid her arm underneath her sister. Using her newly freed hand to gently cup her sister’s other breast, Ku softly kissed Chisato. She did so carefully hiding inexperience with deliberation, this being her first real kiss. Chisato responded to the kiss, not necessarily eager, but certainly accepting it. Her twin only jumped a little at the rolling thunder.

The tingling warmth of her first kiss was exciting and pleasurable; when Chisato deepened the kiss. Her tongue tentatively touching Ku’s lips, Ku experienced her first soul kiss with her twin as well. She’d kissed before – experiments with schoolmates, with Chisato a long time ago – but she’d never been truly intimate with anyone. Remembering what she was supposed to be doing, she gently squeezed her sister’s breasts, trapping Chisato’s nipples between her fingers.

Chisato moaned softly into the kiss, and moved in an exciting manner against Ku. Ku’s upper hand moved, tracing her belly, and passing through the silky curls between her twin’s legs. Chisato hesitated before parting her legs, forcing Ku to unwind her own leg from her sister’s. Ku was a little surprised to discover her sister was shaven, other than a strip above her feminine places. The ring that was placed through her sister’s clitoris was an even greater surprise.

The thunder made her sister tremble, so she discarded questions for later. Instead she concentrated on the kissing, the swell of breast in her hand, and the tenderness of her sister’s bare nether lips. Chisato relaxed slowly, and broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Ku…I…” Ku hushed her, and worked her finger slowly between the softness, feeling the warm, almost hot moistness of her sister. She drew her fingers along her twin’s breast, her trapped nipple.

Chisato’s eyes closed and she pressed her back against Ku’s body, the hard points of her own nipples quickly warmed by her twin’s flesh. The gently probing finger sought deeper, and was rewarded with wetness. Ku proceeded to thoroughly coat her finger in her sister’s warmth, which brought soft noises and loving movements as a result.

She suckled gently at her sister’s neck, tongue sliding across soft, salty skin. Ku entertained the thought of leaving a hickey, but discarded the idea. It would bring too many questions that Chisato could be bullied into answering. Shifting her sister slightly, Ku was able to wrap her arm completely around Chisato’s chest, and took her other breast in hand as she slowly ran her tongue along the throbbing artery in her twin’s neck.

The slender girl was moving now, responding to Ku’s gentle intrusion by shifting her hips and guiding that deft, slick finger along her femininity. A gentle shudder went through Chisato’s body, this time not caused by the thunder that rumbled past, but from the sensation of Ku’s finger sliding slowly over her pierced and erect nub. Ku’s licking became soft bites and kisses, and her other hand clutched gently at soft flesh.

Chisato was very wet now, and Ku decided she wanted to try more. What virgin wouldn’t with such a responsive lover? She moved, pressing her sister back and lying over her, gently trapping her into another kiss. Straddling her sister’s leg, she slowly introduced a second finger to the warm, wet slit. Chisato’s moan was gratifying, muffled as it was by Ku’s lips and tongue.

Breaking the kiss, Ku made her way lower, lips and tongue tracing the contours of tendon, skin, bone, until she reached one of the small mounds. Slowly she caressed Chisato’s curve of bust with her tongue, from one side to the other; then she moved and did the same to the lower halves of her breasts. Her fingers continued their intimate play, and the rocking of her sister’s hips was enough to let Ku know she was enjoying it.

Rain, lightning, thunder, it was all forgotten as Ku locked her lips over one hard, pert breast, slowly running her tongue over the entirety of aureole and nipple. Chisato’s hands roamed through her twin’s ebony tresses, and her body arched in pleasure as the two fingers found their way deeper into the heat between her legs. Her breaths were deep and fast, and this was enough to cause Ku to move on.

When Ku pulled away entirely, Chisato looked up at her in confusion. “Ku, what are you…” Ku’s fingers – dry ones – touched the lips of her brighter mirror to hush her. Ku moved down, between her twin’s legs, and Chisato’s eyes widened as she suddenly realized what was intended. “But Ku, I – ” She broke off as Ku slowly ran her tongue along, and inside, the soft, warm, moist places so carefully prepared.

As Chisato clutched the sheets, a soft gasp her only further comment, Ku gently parted her nether lips with gently fingers and explored them with her tongue. The salty musk was not unpleasant, and while she couldn’t bring herself to delve deeply, her sister proved very responsive to the touch of tongue to inner folds and petals.

Ku finally shifted her attention up just a little, as Chisato’s breath started to suffer pauses, knowing them to be a sign of how close her sister’s release was. The two fingers slid gently inside, deeply inside, and the quiet twin placed her lips over the jeweled epicenter of Chisato’s pleasure. With her twin’s penetration, and the slow caress of tongue over her pierced nub, Chisato could hold back nothing.

Three things happened at once. Lightning and thunder struck at once, the center of the storm crashing in on the twins. Chisato screamed, her orgasm intense and unstoppable. Ku relented, allowing herself to admit there would only be her sister in her heart for a long time to come. She slowly licked a few more times, drawing the last of her sister’s pleasure out.

Crawling back up the bed Ku turned over onto her side once more, as her twin curled up against her. Chisato was still shivering on occasion as the remnants of her pleasure faded. Spooned once more, Chisato laid her arm over Ku’s arm as it was wrapped around her waist.

The next crash of thunder, more distant now, did not bring even a gasp as Chisato lay with her twin wrapped protectively around her. “I’m not afraid anymore, Ku,” she murmured sleepily.

“I know.” Ku laid a last kiss on her sister’s temple. “Go to sleep, Chi.”

Chisato murmured something, but sleep had indeed overcome the lanky girl. Ku sighed, and relaxed slowly. She wouldn’t ever really have a boyfriend – or a girlfriend for that matter – for a long time. She had her hands full just watching over her sister. There was no regret, no resentment for not being loved as she loved. Ku was more than pragmatic, more than practical. It was dedication, dedication to Chisato’s happiness. Once Chisato was safe, happy, and secure, Ku would seek other things to do.

For now, however…”I love you, Chi. Sleep well.”

Neither would ever mention the experience, and in the morning it was as though nothing at all had happened. Just as Ku had known it would be.

Continue on to Part Two

By Galatea

Bangkok is an amazing place. Not only is it an old culture — which I’m always pleased with — but the intrusion of the modern world into its culture and society has produced both incredible wonder and horrific madness in equal parts. The dichotomy between poor and rich is violently obvious, and one can see incredible squalor and expensive décor along the same narrow street.

My sister and I were traveling with our parents, who had business dealings in Bangkok that were not precisely legal. While my sister was oblivious to the true nature of our family business, I was not; Chisato was more naïve than I. Our parents had broken every cultural taboo their individual societies possessed, so it followed that their twin daughters would follow the same path. I was not aware of how far down that path my sister would go, however, and this time it was I who followed her lead instead of the other way around.

Mother came from Japan, a woman of high station. She was a small and delicate beauty who was daughter of a man very highly placed among the Yakuza as well as the politics of Japan. Father was a tall, graceful diplomat from China, and their arranged marriage was almost ten years in the making. But when it was done, my father’s Tong (or Triad as they are now called) had blood ties to the Yakuza, and our mother’s family had a contact in China’s shadow world.

We are pretty; the best of mother’s genes and father’s genes combined to make us elegantly delicate. Chisato seemed to have gained all of the emotional content between us, while I was ‘freakishly intelligent’ according to my teachers when conversing out of (what they believed) was earshot of nosy students. I took most of my true schooling at home, though we still attended a public school. My sister is something of a socialite and very gregarious. I am more withdrawn, but since I know it, most psychologists that I have been sent to seem to be unconcerned by it. We are tall, slender, willowy things. My sister is a more svelte girl than I am. I am still very lithe creature, while she is more of a feminine person; that could be because I practice martial arts and have better muscle tone, thus tending towards a more boyish figure. We will probably top out at about 5’8″ when we’re nineteen or twenty-one, but right now we’re only about 5’4″ at youthful sixteen. We have small, firm breasts and like many Orientals it is almost impossible to judge our age. Our skin is a soft golden tone and our eyes are a soft brown more akin to carnelian and dark agate than the deeper brown of our mother’s or the black of our father’s eyes.

I avoided making an issue of that since any sign of infidelity on either side will get all of us killed.

Dressing as Americans afforded us a good measure of protection from some of the less pleasant things that can happen to young women in Bangkok. American vengefulness is well recorded in history — consider Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I was armed as well, a knife and a tiny .25 caliber pistol that fit neatly in my hand and the pocket of my loose jeans. I had convinced one of our body guards to give it to me after I had proven I knew what to do with a pistol. The bodyguard was from mother’s side of the family, and very pragmatic; my father’s side of the family tended to ask questions of younger members when it concerns potentially illegal things.

Chisato was blessedly oblivious to potential danger of course, and she took to the streets of Bangkok with her usual charming smiles and gay abandon. As I said, she is naïve and sweet tempered, always willing to overlook the unpleasant realities of life. I had to admit, she did find the most interesting places this way. Shrines, dancers, places to eat, bars, impromptu dances in narrow streets… all things she discovered for us to enjoy. I followed my sister because I worried for us, but eventually I began to enjoy the scenery and even started souvenir shopping.

I had selected a few small pieces of jade carving and bits of jewelry that were easily concealed to give out as gifts later. I was not demonstrative person, but small and beautiful things have an appeal that makes up for the extravagances my sister was so fond of. I glanced around for the bright dress my sister was currently wearing, and was confused for a moment when I located her. She was standing under an awning, watching something with a rapt expression that I’d come to both dread and anticipate.

Our relationship is odd even by the standards of other twins. Chisato is an earnest and sweet person who loves boys and girls with equal abandon. By loves, I mean anyone who is a close friend could find gentle affection in my sister’s arms — or her bed. The concept of fidelity never really enters my sister’s mind; nor does guilt or jealousy, which is fortunate. It usually falls to me to head off problems that can arise from a misunderstanding. I am my sister’s guardian. I would not necessarily call myself an angel. I am much more like one of the guardian devils of Buddhism; not evil because I am not good, but evil out of necessity. My sister’s concept of love leaves her vulnerable, and I make it very clear early on to all of my sister’s friends that we come as a pair and I will not tolerate anyone going out of their way to hurt my sister’s feelings or make her into something she isn’t.

The only one who has even been in my bed is my sister, and I have no plans to change that. Chisato is enough trouble for anyone all by herself. Seeing her happy is all that matters to me.

Chisato’s emotions are never well hidden as a general rule. The ones on her face as we stood on that narrow street in Bangkok would have sent quivers through any of her friends and more than one or two would have blushed to be the reason for that look. My stomach did a slow turn as I realized what she was looking at. I moved silently up behind her and tucked my hands into my pockets — mainly so I could hold onto my pistol.

It was most definitely an opium den. The awnings were large and dark, and candles and oil lamps provided most of the illumination. The smoky haze was acrid with the scent of poppy, and the clientele was lethargically watching what had caught my sister’s attention, which meant we had not caught theirs. Admittedly, even with as much of an intellectual as I was, what Chisato was watching was worth giving attention to.

A slender, cinnamon skinned woman was dancing in the open space in the center of the room. She was wearing a very loose top, and when she turned her small, conical breasts were easily visible to us through the large openings where there were no sleeves, nipples firm and large. Her skirt was loose and flowing, slit along one side, and she seemed more like a dervish or a Sufi dancer than Thai. The sheer material floated, and settled about her legs with loving slowness and we could see the dark V between her legs when she turned to us during the swift sinuous movements of her dance.

Her eyes caught ours and I was a bit taken aback by the smoldering desire in them. Her pupils were large and deep, and her brown eyes shimmered faintly as she moved. While she continued to dance, I could not help but feel that her dance now had a very specific audience in mind. I could feel the thudding pulse of my heartbeat in my throat and Chisato’s hand drifted to her own heart, nearly covering her soft breast. “Isn’t she beautiful, Ku?” whispered my sister in soft Mandarin.

My name is Kujiatieh, which is Chinese. My sister’s name is Japanese, and we speak both languages in addition to English. I actually speak two others, and am learning a new one. Our native tongue is actually Mandarin Chinese, but our mother tongue was Japanese so we learned both quickly. English we learned in school. But there are some languages that are universal, and the beautiful woman was speaking in one Chisato spoke much better than I. Not that I didn’t understand it, it was just one I had a hard time speaking. Desire does not come easily to me. Chisato on the other hand….

The woman moved as though she were water or a reed in the wind. The sleeveless blouse and long skirt were too light and moved too easily at her gestures to be anything but designed for the flirtatious movements and body revealing dance she performed. Chisato made a soft, desperate sound when the woman kicked high, and threw her long black hair forward, caressing her own calf with a cloud of darkness while revealing a dark thatch of curls between her thighs and the softly pouting lips between them.

Moving close to my sister I pulled one hand from my pocket and gently slid it along her hip to draw her a little closer. She leaned into me and I felt the fine tremble in her body. Her lips parted a little as I leaned close to whisper, “Yes, Chisato, she is beautiful.” I looked back at the woman, who was now kneeling on the floor, knees parted wide and the slit of her filmy dress parted by her legs, revealing the places between them. Her eyes were fixed on us and one hand drifted up to her small, beautiful breasts while the other traced her belly and then between her legs, fingers spread wide to touch as much of her soft dusky skin as she could.

Chisato’s breaths came more quickly as the dancer began to move her hands over her body, playing with her breasts, tracing the lines of soft skin hidden by shadow and dark hair, and undulating slowly as though making love. We watched as she opened herself, displayed her treasures to the smokers and the drinkers, and to us. I let my hand drift down, cupping Chisato’s derriere as she watched and then tracing the line between her firm cheeks as the woman slipped a finger inside herself, slid it up to circle the swollen bud of her flowery sex.

My twin’s hand clutched at her chest, bunching the soft material of her bright blouse, and Chisato clenched her jaw, trying to keep quiet as the woman pleasured herself for us. The dark hair was flipped back and she made the first noise I heard from her, a soft gasp and she pushed her hips forward. Wetness came from between her legs and her hips thrust again and again, as she climaxed for my sister’s pleasure. Chisato’s eyes were huge and bright.

I slipped my finger into the hem of her dress, lightly touching the small V between her cheeks, where the silk of her panties was. I was still teasing her even as the woman collapsed forward, panting softly. I might not have strong desires, but I understood Chisato’s. I would much rather have her with me than have her find a stranger in this place.

Turning to embrace me tightly Chisato crushed my body to hers and pressed her breasts to mine, letting me feel her hard nipples through the soft silk. I knew she was not wearing a brassier. I was, but I was never as comfortable with my body as Chisato. Only her insistence I dress nicely if I had to dress made satin the material that pressed against my own hardening nubs. “Take me somewhere Ku, right now!” Her shaking, desperate request made me hesitate. She would only get worse as time went on, and we could not go to the hotel; Chisato was loud and our parents did not need to know how close we remained after the years of attempting to keep us from doing the very things we still did together.

My eyes sought out the person the dancer went to. Surprisingly it was another woman, who was sitting near the bar, smoking a hookah and nursing a large glass of something amber. Breathless, the dancer knelt next to her, where several other young women and men lounged, and laid her head on the woman’s lap so she could receive tender strokes from the matron. I took Chisato’s hand and gently pulled away from her. “Stay very close and be very quiet,” I admonished her softly. We moved into the den, slipping between the men who lounged within. There were quite an interesting variety of people, but thankfully we only received mild glances and curious dismissal.

I walked up to the Madame — I was sure she was one — and towed my shaken mirror image with me. The Madame looked up at me and turned her head to blow smoke away from me. I spoke in Cantonese — it made people more comfortable than Mandarin in this area. “Madame, please could my sister and I have one of your rooms for a while? I will pay as if she was your own, but we have no need of others at this time.” The Madame was an older Asian woman, maybe forty, maybe sixty. As I said, to guess at our ages was impossible. She nodded slowly, seeing the state my sister was in.

“Maybe you would like something to help her sleep?” Soft laughter and murmurs slipped from her covey of pretty men and women. Chisato blushed; though she didn’t understand the conversation she understood the tone of the words.. “I have some very fine hashish, with poppy oil.” She looked at me, calculating. Chisato pressed herself along my back, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. She let me know with her fingernails that I needed to be faster.

“If it is from Hanyan I will be glad to have some, Madame. I will pay top dollar for it.” Like all of the business men and women of the shadowy sides of our own family, she did not let any of her thoughts show on her face. She nodded and seemed pleased, and made me an offer. I only disagreed twice, knowing that if I said yes too quickly I could expect a robbery. But it was reasonable, and she was pleased with the sale and the fact she got to charge us extravagantly for the room.

The dancer let her still shining fingers trail along Chisato’s leg under the short skirt and Chisato’s nails nearly cut me as she suppressed a cry. I remained stoic as I was given a small paper wrapped block tied with twine, and smelled it. It was real hashish and strongly oiled. I would not use it of course. I planned give it to someone before we even left the city. But more importantly a small girl led us to a room in the back, where we heard noises of pleasure and pain and smelled things darker and more toxic than tobacco and marijuana coming from behind the closed doors.

The girl opened the door and let us into the small, dark room. There was an oil lamp that the girl lit. She was no more than eight and dressed only in a loose shift that was held up by only thin straps over her shoulders. I was checking the bed, and glanced up in time to see Chisato looking away from the girl with a deep blush. I glanced at the girl, not seeing what my sister had seen; or rather, I was not seeing how my sister had seen what I was looking at.

Reddish brown waves of silky hair came down to the girl’s neck, and she was a slender little beauty. Dirty, but her skin was the soft reddish brown that comes of mixing Caucasian and Thai. Her eyes were a startling blue, as she turned to me. I glanced lower and saw her tiny breasts were just forming, visible through the square cut of the blouse’s neck. I looked at her face and she smiled at us as she stood up straight, her eyes lighting on Chisato’s face. I did not understand. Apparently the little girl did and knew that Chisato did as well.

I am intelligent, as I said, but about certain things I was simply blind and deaf.

As the girl moved towards the door I followed to lock it. She moved with a grace that belied her youth and it was difficult not to see that she was elated. She looked up and back at me, and blushed deeply, her cheeks reddening as she turned away. Her hips rolled a little more as she almost pranced out of the room and I locked the door behind her. Even I was able to recognize someone so obviously flirting with me, and I turned to my twin, bemused.

Chisato had opened her blouse entirely, her bare breasts smooth and small, a little more than a handful each one. Her nipples were tight and firm, her eyes were glazed with the desire she had been suffering from since the dancer had pleasured herself for us. I did not undress for her; she preferred to do that for me. She slid the skirt from her waist and rolled back slightly on the bed to free it from her hips, both legs high. Her white silk and satin panties shone and I could see the wetness on them, just as she had intended. I felt my own heart beat faster and my lips parted involuntarily.

She rolled forward and her blouse fell open, and she watched me looking at her, wanting her. The skirt was left on the floor as she sat up and slowly pulled the blouse from her shoulders and let it slip down her arms. I was there before I knew it, kissing her, drinking her, tongues caressing, in a deep soul kiss. Sixteen is sweet, and only other youths understand how sweet it truly is. My hands grasped, moved over her small breasts, and cupped them, letting her nubs cross my palms. She moaned into the kiss and pressed against me, her arms still trapped in the soft silk blouse.

I was becoming warm deep inside; in the places only my sister could warm me. Chisato struggled free of the blouse and moved her hands up, under my black Lycra shirt. When she pushed my arms out of her way and stripped me of the tight material I sighed and went to my knees, raising my hands for her. Her hands slid back down my arms like water, fingertips leaving trails of sensitive skin behind. My heart was pounding as she pulled the straps of the black satin bra from my shoulders. She leaned forward and I made a shocked noise as she used her whole tongue to lick from the hollow of my throat to my chin.

Satin fell away as she undid the fastening in the front and she cast the lovely thing away, preferring the sight of me without adornment to make me more appealing. Her fingers worked at the buttons of my jeans, but not for long. My sister had more experience removing such obstacles than I did; my own fingers tightened about the elastic at each hip and I pulled up, once, sharply. She cried out, and squirmed, pressing her body into the suddenly taut satin and silk. I wrapped my thumbs in the bands and pulled them from her, rocking her back as she had done for herself before.

One I had stripped her bare I stood up, looking down at my beautiful reflection. She looked up at me, resting on her elbows and with her legs spread slightly. She was bare, clean of any evidence of womanhood. It had been expensive, but money, American money, can buy many things. Eternal childhood in seeming was one of them. The tightly closed cleft of our shared femininity was moist still and I shook a little looking down at it. Sensing my own need, she finished undressing me, discarding shoes, socks, jeans — though not before I had taken the gun out of my pocket — and then paused at my black satin panties.

Her fingers came up, moving between the space where my thighs were parted by my slender build, and she traced the hidden line of my sex. I shivered and kept still, letting her have her way. Desperation always turned to consideration for her, once she was safely behind closed doors. She pressed the warm silk that lined my pretty satin covering into my slit, making it wet, staining it as she had stained hers. She smiled and took the band in her teeth, used her lips and mouth to remove them, while her hands gripped my hips tightly.

I gasped softly. I am not a noisy creature; my sister will be loud, but moaned more than she screamed, usually. There were exceptions, but not many. When I was bare she moved back up and slid her long tongue along my sex, not entering, not parting, but simply tasting my skin. My hands moved to slide fingers through her short, silky hair. I gripped her head and pushed her back, covering her body with mine as I forced a warm, full kiss upon those parted lips that tasted of us.

She writhed under me, my thigh finding its way between her legs, letting her press her soft, moist petals along my thigh as she ground into me. I kissed her, teasing her tongue into my mouth so I could suckle firmly upon it, trace its warmth and heat with mine. Her hands slipped around my sides to grip my shoulder blades. I gasped into the kiss and broke it as I arched my back, her nails digging in even as I moved my hips to stroke my warm folds along her leg. Chisato rolled her hips in response, sliding her wetness along my thigh and moaning loudly. She needed more, and I couldn’t refuse.

Our lovemaking had become more intense, more fulfilling over the years as we learned about one another’s likes and pleasures. We had been lovers since she wished to show me what playing doctor was all about, almost seven years ago. I moved down her body, placing kisses intimate and gentle along those places I knew she enjoyed it most. The hollow of her throat was one, as was the slight curve of her small breast, a delicate taste of each nipple. Her hand strayed through my hair and I paused. I moved and lay between her legs, one hand along her smooth back, the other lightly gripping her breast while I took the other into my mouth.

Chisato groaned loudly, and pressed my head to her small mound more firmly. I took as much of it as I could into my mouth, letting her feel the strong suction and tracing her nipple firmly with my tongue. Small breasts are wonderful for that, and I could let her feel my teeth lightly and she gasped, her nails digging into my back again. I drew my lips along her smooth flesh, pulled her nipple with my lips until it slipped from my kiss.

Her eyes were glazed and she was breathing quick and harsh. My twin was lost in that strange world between pleasure and desire, a place I could visit rarely and only in her arms. As I tasted and licked my way down her body she gripped the wool blanket tightly and lifted her legs, parting them for me as I approached her smooth, uncovered lips. My hands caressed her inner thighs, traced the full lips lightly. “Ku….” She breathed warningly. No teasing today.

I slid my tongue into her nether lips with a sigh of pleasure and she cried out loudly, her hips rising quickly to press her body into my mouth. I covered her soft, lush orchid with my mouth, explored her deeply and fully with my tongue. She writhed harder and I was forced to wrap my arms about her legs and hold her still to continue my lovemaking. Quick breaths and long pauses began to emerge in Chisato’s pleasure and soon she was keening softly, prelude to a scream. So I moved up and closed my lips about her small, swollen bud, and kissed it as though I were kissing her lips, tongue tracing the sensitive pearl as I suckled upon it.

My twin’s screams were loud and constant, and she bucked under my attentions as I held her fast. I could feel her thrashing under me, but did not stop, would not stop. I liked her screaming, delicate, soft underneath me, vulnerable in a way. I forced her into another climactic scream even as her body recovered from the first.

When I finished I moved over her, and she curled into me, holding me and shaking violently. Her eyes were wild and her breaths short and uneven. Chisato would hyperventilate on occasion, and I stroked her hair, kissing her lightly, calming her. She felt warm and soft against me, and I treasured it. She had been unusually quick and violent, and I mentioned that softly to her. “Did you enjoy the dancer so much?”

Chisato was blushing and her nipples firmed and pressed against my breasts. “Her breasts,” she murmured, embarrassed. I looked down at her and she hid her eyes from me, a sure sign of severe embarrassment. She mumbled something softly and I gently touched my nose to her ear, a silent urge to tell. “They were so small and pointed. Like a little girl’s breasts.” She squirmed but her hands moved against my chest, soft, light touches, as though she were afraid I’d be upset.

Nymphomania I understood. Chisato was a classic case of it; she needed affection, love, to be held, to have release, to give pleasure. Without it she became lost, and her desires could be sparked so easily she was dangerously inept at normal social interaction without someone to keep her focused. This new revelation of her fantasies was not so easily understood. I had a name for it, but it was a taboo name. “Kinjite, Chisato-chan? Bakana….” The look between the girl and my sister made sense now, and I was having trouble adjusting my conceptions of my sister around this thought.

“I am not an idiot,” she murmured softly as she looked up at me with dark carnelian eyes. “It may be a forbidden subject….but I like to see them. They are small, delicate….they want love. They give love freely. They wouldn’t hurt; I would never hurt a girl….” Her eyes were smoldering with desire and she moved against my, pushed me to the bed and straddled my waist. Her fingers moved over my breasts lightly and she teased my nipples into hardness. “It makes me remember when you touched me, when I was afraid of the storm.”

It had been I, not my sister, who had initiated our first experiences with real love. Playing at doctor was a game. I couldn’t leave it alone, and learned more. My father had been startled, but understanding when I asked him difficult questions, and had given me books, shown me pictures. “It reminds me of how mother showed us….” I looked startled. Our mother had shown us, yes. She’d touched us, shown us what girls were like.

When Chisato had come to my bed when we were eleven to escape the storm, I had kissed her, loved her, and to be honest had seduced her. We had made love and the storm had not frightened her, and she had fallen asleep soon after. Chisato slid from me, taking up her dress and blouse and dressing quickly. She also took her wallet. I started to rise and she spoke quickly. “Wait here, Ku.”

She was out of the room before I could even get off of the bed. I sat up, confused, wondering — and fearing — what she was doing. I started to dress, but slowly. I was trying to sort out the new feelings and concerns her proclamation of pedophilia had engendered in me. It explained the desire to be smooth and unhidden by the soft down we’d started to grow, and her tendency to choose friends younger than us. She’d made fast friends with the small daughter of one of our mother’s family friends, and it made me wonder what she had been doing when I had been practicing aikido with mother’s guardians.

The door opened and I had only managed to gather my clothing and start to slip on the Lycra shirt — uncaring for a bra, more concerned with Chisato’s well being. I paused and lowered my arms, looking at my sister and the young girl that she’d brought. I set the shirt on the floor sitting on the bed, self-consciously closing my legs as I started at the bright blue eyes of the eight-year-old girl.

The girl had been bathed and was wearing a fresh smock. Chisato knelt and slowly lifted the smock, the girl looking at her with open, trusting eyes. She had been bathed, and I had the sudden and sinking feeling that this had been planned better than I could have suspected. I licked lips gone dry as my twin looked at me, showing me the beautiful girl she’d rented.

Delicate and slender, she was only boyish as young girls often are at that age, breasts just budding, hips narrow, and long limbed and frail seeming. She looked vulnerable naked, the small cut of her sex plain and her bold lack of concern for her nudity strangely appealing. I hesitated, looking at Ku, and then the pretty red-haired girl. Her dusky skin gleamed, as though she’d recently been oiled. Chisato’s hands slid up down her arms and the girl wriggled slightly, enjoying the touch. She lifted her hands and placed the delicate fingers over her own nipples, whispering to Chisato in embarrassed Cantonese. My sister smiled and stroked her soft reddish-brown hair, murmuring a response in Mandarin which seemed to soothe the girl, though I was sure they did not understand the languages they heard.

Once more it was the language they did share that allowed them to communicate, and left me wondering.

I moved to one side of the bed, afraid to speak, thrown off balance by the heat in my body and the rushing of my blood through my head.

Chisato lifted the girl and carried her to the bed, smiling and lightly nuzzling the child’s neck. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remember that here the rules and laws of Japan, China, and America were distant legend, hopelessly lost in hundreds of miles of distance and hours of time. The girl giggled but rather than pulling away extended her neck, baring the soft, sensitive skin more. Chisato sat her on the bed and kissed the offered flesh lightly, lovingly. Eyes the color of my own sought me, looked at me as the intimately kissed and teased the little child, who responded in a manner much less childlike than I wanted.

Golden hands slid down the little girl’s chest, caressing tiny nipples made hard by my sister’s attentions. When Chisato pulled back the girl watched as enraptured as I while Chisato unbuttoned her blouse once more, baring her fine golden skin and smooth, pretty breasts. My breath caught as the Thailand girl reached out, cupping her small hands over the sensitive mounds of my twin’s breasts. Chisato moaned softly and divested herself of her blouse while the girl gently fondled and stroked her breasts. The skirt too fell away and I could see wetness along my sister’s inner thighs.

What was more shocking was the answering wetness on my own. I had not considered such things, never been attracted to anyone but my sister. Yet I found myself wondering how it would feel, those soft, tiny hands, that immature and undoubtedly sensitive orchid, the tight and untouched ring of rosebud pink below that. I could see the line of sex and derrière the child possessed, a single unbroken line that my sister would be exploring, exposing for me to see.

The child lay back at my sister’s insistence, and I watched, breathing quickly, my arousal unexpected and total. Chisato parted the slim, long legs and exposed the tight and unblemished slit of the girl’s delicate sex. “Be gentle, mother, please!” the girl asked in high, wavering Cantonese. Chisato smiled, understanding the tone, and touched the girl’s tender mouth, which parted soft lips and accepted the delicate golden finger, suckling lightly. I saw the tender pink tongue slide along my sister’s fingertip and felt a surprising stab of jealousy.

What was surprising was not merely the jealousy, but the desire that it have been my finger, and not my twin’s. It was discomfiting, for a moment, before I discarded all the preconceptions, the ingrained rules of others. I had never paid attention to them before; I would not start now. I watched, letting my fingers touch my breasts, my thighs, but nothing more intimate. I would wait my turn.

Gently caressing the girls face and neck Chisato was lightly licking and kissing the small, nearly non-existent breasts, licking the tiny nipples and the circles of her areolas. Her hands slid to grasp the tiny waist and I watched, curious and aroused as my twin slowly licked down lower, gracing the girl with her long, warm tongue. The girl whispered how beautiful Chisato was and I agreed with her, the first time I’d spoken to the girl. She looked at me, and smiled at my speaking a language she understtod, but was distracted by the slow kiss of heat along her tiny, delicate orchid when my sister tasted the tiny child’s warmth.

I shuddered to think of myself there, touching the delicate folds and tiny, perfect jewel between the small girl’s legs. I knew how it would look — I was seeing it now as my sister stroked and touched the shivering, arching body beneath her. Chisato looked up the line of that slender, perfect body and then to me. I watched, my breath catching again as she slowly pressed her tongue into the tiny girl’s folds, then her center, piercing her with that lovely, long, expert tongue. The girl writhed and cried out in wordless pleasure her body shaking as she actually climaxed under that delicious sensation I had experienced myself.

Sitting up when the girl’s shaking had ceased, Chisato gathered the girl into her arms and moved to me, sitting next to me. My mouth was wet, my petals nearly soaked with desire and my stomach turning with fearful anticipation. The girl looked at me sleepily, but the desire in her eyes was clear and bright. Chisato slowly set her on my lap, facing me. I was rigid with uncertainty, almost afraid. The girl reached up and touched my lips, which parted instinctively. I kissed a fingertip, a tiny, delicate finger, and closed my eyes as she kissed me.

I cannot explain it. It was absolutely forbidden, and exquisitely wonderful to press my lips against the tiny, soft, needful lips of the eight-year-old child who straddled my legs. I felt her arms go around my neck and I held her gently, kissing her carefully, afraid to harm her though I knew I would not. Chisato gently stroked my hair, moved to sit behind me. Her hand gently pulled one of my arms from the girl, and laid it along the smooth, not quite flat chest. I made a desperate noise and explored the girl’s warm, smooth body, feeling her nipples rise against my palm like tiny pebbles as we kissed. Her tongue slipped to my mouth and Chisato urged Hua to let me suck on her tongue, gesturing when words failed.

Accepting the small, warm wetness into my mouth I did so, suckling her sweetness, tasting her heat and stroking the softness with my own tongue. The girl wriggled upon my lap and my hand moved down, sliding behind her back, cupping her small, perfect derrière with one hand. I felt the line of her most sensitive places, and slowly began stroking them. Wetness soaked her, Chisato’s expertise having made her wet and ready for me to do as I wished. The girl wriggled and pressed against my breasts as we kissed and her moist petals and tiny anus pressed into my finger willingly, eagerly.

I broke the kiss and whispered softly in Cantonese to Hua. “Can I touch you in here?” I ran my fingertip along her delicate rosebud anus, sliding wetness along it. Chisato moved from behind me to crouch between our legs. I secretively offered her my finger and she suckled it lovingly, tasting the girl’s saltiness and her musk on my skin. The flush of heat that tore through my body at the thought was unexpected and Hua felt me shiver lightly.

Her soft blue eyes looked at me and she nodded with a delightful blush. Her legs and mine were spread, and Chisato licked my finger one more time, leaving it slick and wet. I slowly, carefully worked my fingertip against that tight little ring, and Hua moaned softly, her body at first tensing to reject the intrusion, and then relaxing. As she relaxed, I slipping my finger inside, not deeply, only the first joint, but it rested there and I lightly moved it, probing, teasing. Hua’s breaths were quick and she looked beautiful, eyes meeting mine, accepting I would do nothing to hurt her. She moved a little, and offered herself, pressing her body down.

Still gripping the child’s derrière lightly, I lay back, little Hua moving to rest over me on her hands and knees. I slowly slipped more and more of my finger into her, aided by Chisato’s soft tongue licking and probing at the edges of her velvet depths as well as along my finger to ease its entrance into this delicate little flower of a girl. My other hand reached under, and my finger lightly stroked her soft, delicate petals. It was wonderful, to feel her smooth skin, her tiny orchid accepting my finger gently. She moved against my hands, as I gently touched her inside, leaning down and suckling my breast lightly while holding the other one in one tiny hand.

I shuddered and then Chisato was there, between my legs, licking me, sliding her tongue from my trembling, burning flower to my own tight opening, penetrating each gently, stroking me with her loving tongue and petting my thighs with her hands. The delicate girl was trembling over me and then began to cry out, sharp, desperate cries of “Ai! Ai! Ai!” I felt her tiny sex, her virgin anus tightening, squeezing my fingers and I too felt the rush of deep pleasure, Chisato and this lovely child bringing me to my peak. Pleasure burned through me, ignited my mind and body with white fire.

We moved to the bed after long, warm moments, Chisato petting us, languid after her own bliss which she’d achieved watching and aiding Hua and I in pleasure. She murmured to me in soft Japanese. “I bought her from the Madame, Ku. I do not know what to do.” I turned and looked at her beautiful face, suddenly alarmed but too tired to be angry.

“You own her now, Chisato-chan?” A slow, ashamed nod was her only response. Hua kissed her and she smiled at the girl child nestled between us. “She has no passport.” Another brief nod, but she saw the look in my eyes, and hope bloomed in hers. The Madame had undoubtedly sold the girl to Chisato in hopes that because she had no passport she would be left behind when we left; someone would then collect her and she would once more be in the brothel, to be sold to those who wished her.

Cold fury consumed me and my mind raced. No one ever took advantage of my beautiful twin. Ever. I would fix this. “When we leave, we will take her, buy her some pretty clothing. A swimsuit as well. Take her to the pool at the hotel. I will fix this with mother and father.” Chisato smiled gratefully and kissed me, then kissed Hua, hugging the girl.

Hua asked me in soft Cantonese, “Are you my mother now also?” I smiled and nodded slowly. She kissed me firmly and snuggled against me and I stroked her soft back lightly, my other hand entangled with Chisato’s. “I’m glad,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She began to cry and I slipped away, letting Chisato comfort her. I am not good at comforting others. But I can exact revenge….

So it was that while Chisato and Hua swam and played in the pool, I spoke with our mother and father, explaining everything. I was kneeling before them, my mother sitting on the bed, my father at the desk. My hands were in my lap. And I looked at the floor calmly.

“She and her sister have kept this and much else from us for almost… seven years? Eight years?” father asked in a slightly amused tone of voice. I did not dare look up though I was a little surprised he was not angry. We were speaking Mandarin.

“She will be good for the business, husband. I think, if they can continue as they have been, keeping our secrets as well as their own, there will be no problems.” My heart leapt and I flushed, not simply from embarrassment but also at the thought of having Hua in our bed every night. “It is no worse than your brother and my sister in our bed.” At that I had to look up, controlling the shock I felt. Father’s brother….my uncle’s eyes were a softer, lighter brown than mothers. Mother had mentioned a twin sister long ago….it explained many things, impossible things. An executive who had supposedly slept with my mother, being found murdered when our entire family had been at dinner, with witnesses claiming my mother had been seen with him. Other, similar incidents. Our eyes now had their explanation as well.

“Train her well, Kujiatieh, for she will be expected to earn her place in our family. You mother will tell you what you need to know for your new sister. I will arrange passport, your mother will file the adoption papers at once.” Father’s authoritarian commands induced me to prostrate myself, and I spoke my thanks in a nearly tearful voice. He rose up and caressed my head as he knelt next to me. “You are truly my daughter, little Ku, and your sister as well. I love you both, and would not deny you this little thing. You have shown me you will one day take my place, and it is a good thing to know your sister and mother will be taken care of should I leave you.”

I sat up and kissed my father, deeply, showing him my appreciation. He accepted it, and kissed me as warmly. My heart was ready to burst in my chest. Mother came to me and kissed me as well. My body heated at her kiss, and I wondered what it would be like, to sleep in my mothers….both my mothers’ bed, with Chisato and our new sister….

By Tony Williams

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2014 }

My daughter, Samantha, comes home from school, all smiles and laughter.

“I’ve made the gymnastics team, Mom,” she calls, coming in the door, throwing her arms round my neck and her legs round my waist. She kisses me on the lips and I give her a big hug.

Thirteen years old next month, she looks adorable in her school summer uniform, comprising a short gingham dress which buttons up the front, with short sleeves and a little collar. Most moms buy their kids’ uniforms way too long, knowing that the child will grow into them, but Sam’s long legs should never be hidden and I buy a new uniform every year, just long enough to get away with, if she doesn’t bend down too often.

With her white ankle socks, she looks younger than her years, her body still slim, and her chest still flat. All that will change when she gets her first period, any day now, and I’m so glad she’s made the team before her figure fills out. Gymnasts with tits don’t make the grade. I congratulate her.

She sprawls on the couch, legs wide apart, showing off her white panties.

“Some people might take it as an invitation when you sit like that,” I tell her. “It’s okay sitting around the house, but when you’re out and about, you should be a little more ladylike.”

She giggles. “Oh, I am, Mom, except at school during history lessons.”

“History?”

“Yeah. Mr. Langdon likes to look up my skirt. He gets all flustered. It’s hilarious. All the girls sit like this in history.”

“That’s cruel, teasing the poor man like that.”

“He loves it, Mom. And sometimes, Candy and I sit on the library steps and watch all the dirty old men walking by pretending not to look up our skirts. And in P.E., too. Miss Shepard likes to watch us getting changed.”

This doesn’t surprise me. I’ve met Miss Shepard on a couple of occasions, and with her short hair, her slender figure and boyish looks, she’s almost certainly gay. How lucky she is to have a job working with young girls, day in and day out. I’d kill for a job like that.

“She especially likes to watch ME. Somehow, she always manages to be nearby when I’m taking my clothes off.”

“That’s because you’re the most beautiful girl in your school,” I say, sitting beside her on the living room couch and putting my arm round her shoulder. She leans into me.

“We all know she’s a lez.”

Sam is not putting her teacher down when she calls her a lez. My girl knows I’m gay and she’s cool with it. I hope she’s going to grow up as gay as I am, and things are looking good because she hasn’t shown any interest in boys yet. I shudder at the thought of her being seduced and knocked up by some spotty-faced skateboarding loser who’ll steal her heart then abandon her. Much better if she grows up gay like me. I love being a lesbian.

“Oh, one more thing,” she says, “you have to buy me a couple of leotards, by Monday. It’s for the team.”

Today is Thursday. “We can get them tomorrow after I pick you up from school,” I say.

“Cool.” She gets up and goes off to shower.

*****

It’s Friday and I’m picking Sam up, my car parked in a long line of moms all waiting for their kids. I get out of the car and look at the surging crowd of students and try to spot my daughter. There she is, waving at me. As she approaches, I see that Miss Shepard is with her.

Sam comes over to the car, pulling her teacher by the hand. “Hi, Mom, this is my gym teacher.”

She holds out her hand. “I’m Jan Shepard. Didn’t we meet at the PTA?”

I take her hand. “We did. Nice to see you again.”

Her grip is firm and the just the touch of her sends an electric thrill through me. She’s a lot more attractive than I remember. Dressed in a pair of loose gym shorts, a white tank, white ankle socks and sneakers, she radiates sexuality. I can see the shape of her nipples. She gives me a dazzling smile as she gazes at me, at my provocatively short denim skirt and a loose camisole, down which you can see my tits if I lean forward. My gaydar is pinging loudly.

“Sam’s doing so well,” she says, “you can be proud of her.”

“I understand she needs a couple of leotards for the team,” I say.

“Yes, but they have to be the exact color and style.” She names the downtown store that supplies much of the school’s uniform requirements.

“We can pick them up now, but I’m not sure where that is,” I say.

She pauses, then says, “If you like, I can ride down there with you and make sure Sam has all the right stuff, then you can run me back here.”

Sam’s face brightens and I feel my own pulse quicken.

“That’s so kind of you, thank you. Jump in the car, Sam.”

We all pile in, with Jan in the front and Sam in the back. My daughter is all exuberance and smiles and I’m beginning to wonder if she has a crush on Miss Shepard. It wouldn’t surprise me. I had all sorts of crushes on older women at her age, spending endless hours fantasizing about them hugging and kissing me, about them letting me touch their breasts and more. I masturbated a lot, even before I was thirteen.

On the drive downtown, Jan is half turned in her seat, talking to Sam, and as I glance in my mirror, I can see that my daughter as usual has her legs spread wide, showing off her white cotton panties. I’m not worried by it, it’s a short ride. We get lucky and find a parking meter and a few minutes later we’re in the store, flicking though a rack of leotards.

“This is the style and color,” says Jan, lifting one off the rack and holding it up against Sam’s body.

Turning to me, she says, “She should really try it on to make sure that it’s a perfect fit. We don’t want wrinkles.”

“Sure,” I say, “but I have to go and find an ATM. Why don’t you guys go into the fitting room and I’ll meet you back her in ten minutes or so.”

Jan smiles and Sam’s face lights up again. I walk off, leaving them to it.

There’s a cunning reason why I’m doing this. I’ve been hit by a sudden wave of lust for Sam’s teacher whom I now know, from looks that she’s giving Sam, is into my daughter. I want to get Miss Shepard into my bed so I can hold her close, kiss her tiny breasts, bite her nipples, bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy and asshole and drive her to a series of explosive orgasms. I am using my daughter as bait to get to her teacher, and I suspect that Jan might come on to me in order to get to Sam.

I don’t see a problem with that. Sooner or later, Sam is going to have sex and I want it to be with a female, preferably with an older, more experienced woman who’ll be gentle and considerate. Her teacher would fit the bill, and if Sam has a crush on her, we’re halfway home. Whatever happens, it’s a win-win situation.

I’m getting turned on as I think about it, walking through the shopping mall. I remember the first time I made out, when I was Sam’s age, with an older girl, how thrilling it was when she first kissed me, and how I trembled when her tongue first touched my clit. My panties are getting wet. Girls and guys turn to look at me, a sexy woman on her own, looking like she’s dying for it. I ignore the guys and smile at the girls.

Ten minutes later I’m back in the store, just as Sam and Jan come out of the fitting room. Their faces are flushed.

“Perfect fit,” says Jan.

I turn to the sales assistant who hovers nearby. “We’ll take two.”

Back in the car, I say to Jan, “Would you like to come home with us and have a cool drink? I think you’ve earned it.” I give her my special look, the look that has entrapped so many willing girls.

“Oh, yes, Miss Shepard, you can watch me practice back flips,” says Sam.

“I’d be delighted.”

As we drive off, in the confines of the car there’s a distinct smell of sex. It’s not coming from my daughter, it smells mostly like me. Mostly, but not all. Jan’s panties must be soaking wet.

Minutes later, we’re home and Jan sits on the couch in the living room, with Sam close beside her.

“Cold beer?” I ask.

“Perfect.”

“And a Pepsi for you, Sam?” I go into the kitchen and fix the drinks.

Back in the living room, Jan takes a long pull of the beer and says, “Where’s the bathroom? I need to pee.”

I tell her where it is and sit down beside Sam.

“So, how did it go in the fitting room?” I ask. She blushes. “You can tell me, sweetheart, we don’t have any secrets. If it had been me in there with her, something would have happened, you can bet.”

Sam giggles. “She undressed me and then she pulled the leotard up my legs as I put my arms in the sleeves. Then she put her fingers under the edge at my hips and ran them across the front and between my legs.”

“She undressed you? Mmmm, that must have been nice. And she touched your pussy?”

“With the back of her fingers, yes.”

“Did it feel good?” I realize that I’m crossing a line. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask you that, it’s none of my business. You know how to say ‘no’ if you need to. Just as long as she doesn’t force herself on you.”

“No, nothing like that. She peeled the leotard off me and pulled it all the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of it. She was sitting on the little seat in there, looking at me, her eyes all funny. Then she put her hands on my butt and pulled me up against her and started kissing my nipples and telling me how beautiful I was.”

“Well, you are, especially when you don’t have any clothes on.”

“Her nipples were rock hard, Mom. I could feel them against my thighs. Then she helped me get dressed again. After she’d pulled my panties up, she ran her hand between my legs, just briefly.”

“Like a promise of something to come?”

“Yes. It did feel nice.”

I give her a reassuring smile.

“You’re not mad at me, are you, Mom?”

“No, not a bit. You’re a big girl now and you can do what you like.”

Jan comes back from the bathroom. The smell of sex has evaporated. Maybe she’s rinsed her panties out in the bathroom. Who knows? I ‘accidentally’ shrug one shoulder in a practiced way that lets one strap of my camisole to fall off, revealing one of my tits. I pretend I haven’t noticed it as I smile at Jan and she stares at it. She sits on the couch.

“I want to see what you look like in your leotard, Sam,” I say. “Let’s get that uniform off you.” I’m still sitting on the couch as I unbutton her dress from the bottom up, then spread it open and push it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I turn to Jan. “Doesn’t she look cute in her panties?”

“Cute doesn’t really cover it,” says Jan with a grin.

“Sexy?”

“More than sexy. Provocative would be a good word.”

“Bodacious?”

“Sure. Desirable, too.” Her eyes are laughing.

“Luscious.”

Jan smiles. “Lewd, even.”

“I’m sorry, Sam,” I say. “Are we embarrassing you?”

“No,” she says. “I feel pretty.”

Is she going to burst into song? I can do without the distraction.

“But I’d look a lot better if I had tits.”

“We like you just the way you are,” says Jan. “Don’t we?”

“Absolutely,” I say. “To us, you’re perfect.”

I reach out and pull her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles and she steps out of them, quite unselfconscious in her nudity. We both look at her hairless vagina, no longer just the slit of a child, but rapidly growing into the pussy of an older girl, complete with lips and a cute little clit. I want to kiss it, but now is not the right time. I think about all the many opportunities to kiss her pussy that I’ve missed.

Jan holds the leotard open and Sam steps into it and pulls it all the way up and puts her arms in the long sleeves. We look at the perfect camel toe between her legs. Sam does a pirouette.

“Ta-da!” she sings. “How do I look?”

“Fucking perfect!” I say.

“I should have brought a camera,” says Jan.

“No need,” I say, opening the laptop which sits on the coffee table. I click to a file of photos of Sam. “Look at these. I can email them to you. You don’t mind, do you, Sam?”

“Why should I mind? I like posing for pics.”

I start a slideshow of photos of her doing handstands and cartwheels, showing off her panties, and shots of her in various stages of undress, then several of her totally naked, posing like a professional, showing everything she’s got, always with a big smile on her face.

“Awesome!” Jan says, and gives me her email address.

I send the pics, close the laptop and say to Sam, “Do a backflip for us.”

She obliges, landing perfectly, then starts to take the leotard off. When it’s bunched round her waist, Jan leans forward and pulls it all the way down, her face just inches from Sam’s pussy.

“I’ll get some more beer,” I say, and go into the kitchen, returning with refills. I give one to Jan, and sit opposite her in an armchair.

“Come and sit on my lap, darling,” I say, and Sam comes and sits on my thighs with her back to me, leaning back against my chest, her legs hanging down either side of my own, her thighs wide apart. Jan is gazing intently at her vagina, an expression of pure lust on her face.

I put one hand on my daughter’s chest, my fingers over her nipple and my other hand on her abdomen, my fingertips on her mound, almost touching her lips. I feel for traces of pubic hair, but there are none. I’m smiling at Jan as though this extraordinary display is nothing unusual.

How many moms like to show off their pubescent daughters to other women whom they hardly know? Only those who want to get inside the panties of the other woman, or who want their little girls to be taken advantage of. My own panties are starting to get wet and I can smell my own sex. I suspect that Sam can, too, and it won’t be long before Jan does.

We chat for several minutes about inconsequential stuff, all of us aware of the sexually charged atmosphere. Then there’s a prolonged silence as we wonder how this is going to proceed. Sam breaks the spell by jumping off my lap, saying, “I’ve gotta go and do my homework.”

She picks up her panties and pulls them on slowly, in a kind of reverse strip-tease, then collects the rest of her clothes and goes off to her room.

I sit there, letting Jan look up my skirt, admiring her pert little breasts beneath the thin white cotton of her tank, glimpsing the edge of her panties up the leg of her shorts.

“I really ought to go,” says Jan, with obvious reluctance.

Though I’m disappointed at her leaving, I realize that maybe things have progressed a little too fast. I give her my phone number. We get into my car and I run her the few blocks to the school.

“Call me anytime,” I say as she gets out of the car. “It’s been a real pleasure meeting you.”

I want to hug her, but I settle for an air kiss and drive away.

*****

It’s warm in the late evening and I’m tucking Sam into bed. She has on nothing more than an old washed out tee shirt that doesn’t even cover her butt. The sheet is pushed down to her ankles. I look at the naked lower half of her body.

“Jan likes you, Sam. She likes you a lot.”

“I know,” she says. “I like her, too.”

“I think you have a crush on her.”

She blushes, confirming what I suspect. “But I still love you, Mommy.”

“I know, sweetheart, and I love you, too, and I want you to be happy. Don’t get caught doing anything inappropriate.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m sure she wanted to kiss your vagina earlier. Couldn’t you tell?”

“I guess so.”

“I can’t say I blame her. Your pussy is so kissable.”

I look down at her slightly parted legs. “I’d like to kiss it myself, sweetheart. May I?”

“Go ahead, Mom.”

I’m surprised at her willingness to be so intimate with her own mother, but I’m not going to let this opportunity pass. I lean down and place a kiss on her vagina lips.

She trembles. I push my tongue a little way inside her, then drag it up and over her clit. She gives a little moan. I go back into her pussy again, this time going in as far as I can stretch, my tongue aching. She’s wet. I pull my tongue out, and give her clit a little suck, then come up for air. I know how it’s always best to leave them wanting more, so I sit up and look into her eyes.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, trying to get control of myself.

“You want to kiss Miss Shepard’s vagina, don’t you?” My girl’s not stupid.

“Would you mind? Would you be jealous?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t hate you, Mom.”

“I’m going to kiss you goodnight, then.”

“Kiss me on the lips. I want to know what my pussy tastes like.”

I laugh. “You know what it tastes like. Don’t tell me you’ve never put your finger in there then sucked it. I have, I do it all the time. Your pussy tastes marvelous.” I kiss her on the lips and push my tongue a little way into her mouth, then break away.

“Mmmm,” she says, smiling.

“I think Miss Shepard would like to taste you, my darling. She was getting really turned on earlier. She couldn’t take her eyes off you.”

“You think she would?”

“Oh, she’d love it. I wouldn’t mind if she did, sweetheart. I know you know all about sex and stuff, but thirteen is a good age to start actually experiencing it, to find out how wonderful it feels and how you can make another person feel wonderful. I think Jan’s a nice person. You know how to say ‘no’, but saying ‘yes’ can be okay, too. I love you.” I give her another kiss on the lips.

“I love you, too, Mom.”

*****

I’m about to go to bed when my phone rings. It’s Jan. “I want to thank you for everything,” she says.

“No big deal, it was just a couple of beers.”

“I mean about getting to know your daughter. She’s a wonderful girl.”

“I’ve just tucked her in to bed. She had a good time.” There’s a pause, silence hanging on the air. “She likes you, likes you a lot. I think she has a crush on you.”

There’s another pause while she takes this in. “Is that a problem?”

“Hell, no! I’m hoping she’ll grow up to be a lesbian like I am.” There, I’ve said it, though it was hardly a secret. “We girls have more fun.”

“True,” she says, and there’s another pause. “I’ve been looking at those pics that you emailed. My God, she’s hot! She’s got me all wet.”

“I know, she gets me wet, too.”

“Listen, can I come over? Like, now?”

“She’s asleep.”

“It’s you I want to see. I want to . . .”

My heart leaps. I know what she wants. “Don’t bother to ring the doorbell. I’ll leave the door open. Just walk in.”

“Five minutes,” she says and hangs up.

I look at myself in the full length mirror in the hall. I take my denim skirt off. That’s better. I look inviting in just my white cotton bikini briefs and the loose camisole, with my feet bare. I get a couple of beers from the fridge and set them on the coffee table.

After a couple of minutes, I hear the door open and I walk into the hallway and step close to her. Without any preamble we put our arms round each other and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. The door is still open and anyone in the street can see us, but I don’t care.

She thrusts her tongue into my mouth and her thigh goes between my legs, and I grind myself on to it. I start to run out of breath, so I break away and kick the door shut. I take her hand and pull her up the stairs and into my bedroom. The beers can wait. We still haven’t said a word to each other. I sit on the bed and pull her shorts down. She has on clean white cotton panties.

“What happened to the smelly ones?” I ask her with a smile.

She grins. “I had to stuff them in my purse. I was so fucking turned on, they were soaking wet. You could tell?”

“Yes, and I think Sam could, too. I love the smell of sex.” I reach out and run my fingers between her legs. “These panties are getting wet, too. I’d better get them off you.”

As I pull them down, she takes her tank top off. Now she’s naked and all mine.

I lie back on the bed and lift my hips as she pulls my briefs off, bunches them up and holds them to her face, inhaling deeply. Then she throws them aside and pushes my thighs apart, her head going between my legs, her lips on my cunt, her tongue working furiously. I feel as though I’m being swept away by a wave. My hands grip her hair, pulling her into me.

“You darling sexy bitch,” I say, “that feels so good! Don’t stop. Fuck! Fuck! Oh, God, I’m gonna cum!”

My toes curl as the orgasm electrifies my whole body. I let out a little cry and my body goes limp. I’ve never cum that fast in my whole life. Jan lifts her face and looks at me adoringly and I can see my wetness on her cheeks and round her mouth.

“It’s your turn to have fun now,” she says, climbing on to the bed and straddling me facing my feet, her cunt just inches above my face, her hands on my breasts.

I grab her thighs and pull her down on to me and bring my long experience of pussy eating to bear, working my tongue all over her lips and then deep into her cunt. I thrust it in and out, fucking her until my tongue begins to ache and then I clamp my lips round her clit, sucking rapidly in and out, as though I’m giving a guy a blow-job. Her body is quivering and my own orgasm is building again.

I reach up and find her nipples and pinch them.

“Harder!” she commands and I roll them between my finger and thumb, squeezing as hard as I can. She groans. “I think I’m gonna pee,” she says, her voice hoarse with lust.

I push her body up enough so that I can speak. “Do it! Pee in my mouth.” I let her body drop again and clamp my lips on her cunt. My mouth fills with warm pee and I swallow, then let it fill again. I’m so fucking turned on I’m willing to let her do anything to me. Her flow stops and I go back to sucking her clit. She abandons one of my breasts and put her hand on my cunt, pushing two, then three fingers into me, her thumb working my clit.

“You fucking sexy bitch!” she says. “You’re driving me crazy. I wanna crawl inside your cunt, curl up and die. Oh, shit, I’m right on the edge! Yes, yes!”

Her body goes rigid and she lets out a huge sigh and collapses on top of me. I lie there, trying to breathe through my nose so that it sounds like I’m snoring. Finally she rolls off me and lies down beside me. We lie back on the bed, side by side, exhausted. I put my arm round her shoulder and she lays her head on my breast.

“Smell that,” she says. The aroma of sex hangs on the air. “I love the way you taste and smell.”

“And I love the taste of your pee, Jan. You can pee on me any time you want.”

“As long as you reciprocate,” she says with a smile.

“I want to ask you a favor,” I say.

“Anything.”

“I’m sure you’ve figured out that Sam has a crush on you. Well, I want you to make love to her.”

She lifts her head and looks at me, her face showing her astonishment. “You WANT me to?” she asks, incredulously. “You want me to do what we just did with your little girl?”

“She’s not so little. She’s about to hit puberty, and soon her hormones will be raging. More than anything, I want her to be as gay as I am. I’d hate it if she turned out to be straight. The day will come when she’ll be dying to have sex and I want her to be in the arms of a loving, caring, sexy woman, and you fit the bill. I’m willing to set my own lust to one side and let Sam fill the void, so that her first experience will be a beautiful one.”

“She hasn’t had sex yet?”

“Well, I confess that when I tucked her in tonight, I kissed her vagina and she liked it, but I’m her mom and I shouldn’t be doing that sort of thing. I feel a bit guilty about it.”

“Holy shit! You licked your own daughter?”

“It was just a little taste, like an appetizer.”

“You bad, bad girl!” She’s smiling. “I ought to spank you, though I find the idea kinda thrilling. You say she liked it?”

“Yes, than she asked me to kiss her so she could taste herself.” I feel Jan shiver with excitement.

“I wish I could have seen that.”

“I wish you had and I wish I could watch you with your head buried between her thighs. I know that sounds terrible, but I like to watch girls having sex, just as I like to be watched.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Just teach my daughter to be as happy as you’ve made me tonight.” I put my hand down between her legs and she’s soaking wet again.

*****

It’s very early when I wake up with a bursting bladder and sit up, swinging my legs on to the floor.

Jan wakes up. “Jesus, I gotta pee,” she says.

“Me too. Let’s pee together.”

She grins. “Oh, you want more pee-pee games? You bad girl, so do I.”

I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. We’re both naked. I pull her into the shower and kneel down, my upturned face between her thighs, my mouth open. She bends her knees slightly, pulls her pussy lips apart and sends a stream of warm pee on to my face. Most of it goes into my mouth and I swallow it. Her early morning pee is more bitter than last night’s, but I’m too excited to care and I gulp it down. The rest of it splashes on to my tits and runs down my body.

“My turn now,” she says, kneeling as I stand up and let her push her face between my legs. Her lips are clamped on my pussy as I let go, filling her mouth until it spills out of her lips and over her face. When I’m empty, I pull her to her feet, put my arms round her wet body, my thigh between her legs, and kiss her deeply. The taste of piss is wonderful.

When we come up for air, I turn the water on and we soap each other all over, hands caressing each other’s breasts, pushing our fingers going into each other’s cunts and assholes, working each other up until we’ve both cum. We rinse off and go back into my bedroom.

“Now is the time,” I say, looking into her eyes.

“The time for what?”

“I want you to be in Sam’s bed when she wakes up. I want her to be in your arms. I want you to do all the things that I’ve wanted to do with her for a long time now, but have been too guilty to try. Do to her all the things you’ve done to me, and anything else you want to, as long as she wants you to. You have my permission to make her fall in love with you.”

Her face is a picture of incredulous joy.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven. Thank you, thank you. You’re a good person.”

We creep on to the landing and quietly open the door to Sam’s bedroom. She’s lying on her back fast asleep, her tee shirt up around her ribs, her legs apart, the sheet pushed down to her ankles. I can feel Jan’s excitement as she gazes at Sam’s vagina. I push her into the room and close the door.

Leaning against the wall, I wonder if I’ve done the right thing. How bad can it be? I picture a newsflash: Mature gym teacher seduces teenage girl. Film at 11:00.. I’m sure it happens every day and never makes the news. I go back into the bedroom, find a clean pair of panties and a camisole and put them on. Time to cook breakfast. Plenty of time.

*****

I sit on a stool with my back against the breakfast bar, the coffee made, the juice poured, the eggs waiting to be scrambled. I wait for a long time, but I don’t mind. I try to picture what’s happening in my daughter’s bedroom and my panties are getting wet again. It’s a kind of sweet torture, knowing but not knowing, lusting after my own daughter and at the same time, lusting for the woman who, right this moment, must be doing all the things I’ve ever wanted to do, kissing her cunt, nibbling her breasts, putting her tongue in her mouth and up her ass, caressing her whole body, driving her crazy.

I spread my legs and put my hand down the front of my panties and start to masturbate. My head is spinning with images of my little girl’s head between the thighs of her teacher, driving her to toe-curling orgasms, and I can feel that I’m about to cum. My head is thrown back, my eyes closed as my fingers work furiously at my cunt. Then I hear a cough.

There they are, standing in the doorway, smiling at me. They’re both wearing just panties, nothing else. I pull my hand out of my own panties. My daughter has just seen me masturbate, and she doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. She steps over to me with a smile, and stands between my open thighs. I put my arms round her and hold her close, squeezing her slender body.

“How did it go?” I whisper.

She pauses, and looks over her shoulder at Jan. “I never believed that anything could be so absolutely marvelous. I’m in love, Mom. I love Jan. She made me cum.”

I’m totally thrilled. My daughter has had sex with a woman! She’s a lesbian, like me, safe in the warm world of girl on girl love. What joy! No boy will ever knock her up or give her nasty diseases or break her heart.

I kiss her on the lips. “Congratulations, you’re a woman now.”

“And even better, I made her cum,” she says proudly. “I made Jan cum twice. It was awesome.”

She looks down at my panties. “You’re all wet, Mom.”

“I was thinking about you, about what you might be doing in your bedroom and I just had to finger myself. I love you so much, my darling.”

Her arms go round my neck and I look over her shoulder at Jan, who steps close and puts her arms round both of us. I am so sexually aroused that I can’t help myself and my hand goes down between Sam’s legs and I stroke her cunt through the white cotton. She’s wet. I feel Jan’s hand cover mine, and we both caress her as she trembles in our arms.

“Forget breakfast,” I say. Let’s go back into my bedroom.”

“Oh, yes,” they both say, eagerly. “Let’s do that.”

The End

By Connie Lingus

We lay there, cuddled together, fulfilled and exhausted, and drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of little hands and mouths on my body, of gentle nibbles at my nipples, then sucking, rhythmic sucking at both breasts, amazing warm soft lips and tongues lapping at my nipples.

The feeling became more and more intense and I heard youthful giggling. I heard myself moan. I was coming out of sleep, giant smile on my face and the most wonderful feeling in my breasts. Oh, wait. I wasn’t dreaming. There were two tiny wet mouths sucking my nipples. Looking down I saw my angels, one at each breast, sucking my nipples and staring into each others’ eyes. Releasing a nipple, Cindy looked up and smiled at me.

“You looked so peaceful, so happy, sleeping with your little girls suckling you.”

“Oh, my darlings, I am so so happy. It’s the happiest day of my life and at the same time it’s shockingly naughty. I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“Oh you’ll have to believe it, because we’re not stopping.”

With that, I felt Lisa’s mouth leave my nipple and begin kissing, licking down my belly, her eyes on me as I gasped in pleasure. Cindy squirmed up beside me and started kissing and licking my ear, her hot breath making me shiver with passion.

“Do you like your little girl’s mouth on your naked body?” she breathed into my ear. “Do you want her to taste you, like you tasted her?”

All I could do is moan as Lisa’s mouth neared my aching pussy, her hands gently pushing my thighs apart. She licked all around the slit, her tongue maddeningly close but never touching my labia. She was just expertly teasing me, kissing and licking my inner thighs, lapping at the edges of my cunt, then running her finger down one side and up the other.

“Tell her,” Cindy hissed in my ear. “Tell her you want it. Tell her it’s hers, your pussy is hers.”

“Yesssss,” I cried, “yes, Lisa, I need it, I want you so much, now, right now and always!”

With that, Lisa spread my pussy lips wide with her fingers and stretched her tongue out to a point. She slid it into my wet, flowing hole, then ran her wet hot tongue, coated with my juices, all up my slit to my clit. She sucked it into her mouth and licked it with her tongue. The whole time, she gazed up at me, and I looked down at her. Looked at the most forbidden and exciting sight imaginable: my daughter’s face gazing up from between my spread thighs, licking my pussy, sucking my clit, driving her tongue up the passage she herself emerged from. I pressed my cunt up to her mouth, watching her little face as she licked and sucked. But then I couldn’t see her any more, as Cindy lowered her pussy to my mouth. She mashed it against my pussy as Lisa continued her assault on my clit. Cindy’s hands were on my breasts, kneading them as she rode my face, squeezing my nipples between her fingers.

“Oh Ann, make me cummmmm.” Cindy said as she fucked my mouth with her young hairless cunny. She lifted herself up so I could see Lisa licking me again, working my pussy very fast and hard now. She lifted her soaking wet face from my crotch, wet with her mother’s pussy juice all over her face, dripping from her chin.

“Cindy, that’s so hot. Cum in Mommy’s mouth. Make her get you off.”

Then she returned to sucking my clit as Cindy mashed her pussy to my lips again and started grinding herself in earnest on my mouth, making little grunts of passion as she rode me. I moaned into her pussy, licking hard at her clit, my hands on her little butt now, pulling her harder onto my mouth as she bucked and squirmed and gyrated on my face. I felt my own orgasm approaching as she rode me hard, as Lisa licked and sucked at my pussy.

She pushed two slender fingers into my hole as she continued to suck and lick at my clit, lashing her tongue back and forth on it, up and down, her fingers plunging in and out fast, while Cindy continued her own climb to orgasm.

“Fuck!” I cried out “Oh yes, Lisa, Lisa, I’m gonna cum. Mommy’s going to cum in your sexy little mouth!”

That did it for Cindy. She cried out and began cumming, mashing her gushing pussy on my mouth, bucking uncontrollably and babbling incoherently as she rode out an enormous orgasm. I moaned aloud as my own orgasm racked my body, shuddering and twitching as this completely incredible and incredibly hot scene exploded around me. Lisa sputtered a little as my juices surged out into her mouth, as she sucked and swallowed and kept licking hard the whole time, until my own thrashing hips settled and my orgasm subsided. Lisa scrambled up to kiss me, my juices all over her lips and tongue, Cindy’s juices all over mine. Cindy’s pussy continued to drip down onto my lips as Lisa kissed me, then licked her best friend’s cunt, then back to my mouth.

We laid Cindy down between us and together, my daughter and her mother licking at our little lover’s pussy, sharing the passion and joy of this exciting, forbidden pleasure. We all smiled, knowing we had found something rare and outrageous, and that we would continue to be lovers as long as we could.

We lay together for hours, fell asleep and slept together and awoke the next morning to a new love, a wild new life.

…with plenty of adventures still to come.

By Connie Lingus

Friday finally arrived and I hated to admit it to myself, but I was absolutely burning with need for little Cindy. I needed her incredible soft body, and I needed her to take my mind off the week of lusting after my own Lisa. Lisa was due home at 6 and Cindy had urgently asked if she could come over before, so we could be alone together. I was grateful for that, for her asking, because otherwise I might have found myself begging her to come over early.

Just after 5 that evening, I heard a knock at the door and looked up to see Cindy grinning at me through the window of the kitchen door. I was already wet with anticipation. I had thought of nothing else all day but holding her again. I hurried to the door and let her in, ready to devour her with a hunger that had built all week. This time there was no doubt; no doubt at all what both of us wanted. Cindy came in and pressed her body fully against mine, holding me tight and said,

“I’ve been waiting for this all week, Mrs. Larson… uh, Ann.”

“Oh, Cindy,” I said, “me too. Me too. Can I take you to my bedroom?”

I took her tiny hand in mine and led her to the bedroom, turned and pulled her into my arms, hugging her, running my hands all over her back and her perfect bottom. Then, taking her face in my hands, I kissed her. Kissed her hungrily, a deep wet tongue kiss, my lips and tongue sliding all over her young mouth, tasting again her youthful passion, my own fiery desire filling me with unbridled lust for her. My mouth watered and our saliva mingled as I explored her mouth, her tongue and teeth, her lips, her entire precious face.

I laid her down on the bed and began undressing her, exposing her pale girl flesh to my eyes and hands. I slid my hands over her chest, delighting again in her firm cone-shaped breasts. I ran my hands down her sides and gently tugged at the waistband of her panties. She lifted her butt so I could pull them off, down her long legs and off, my eyes glued to her perfect hairless preteen pussy.

I stood and quickly removed all my clothes. I looked in awed appreciation of this beautiful creature here on my bed. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the pillow her green eyes sparkling with playful lust. Her fair skin was barely tanned, just enough to see the lines of her bikini that had shielded her from the sun and no doubt from many lustful, adoring eyes. Her pale conical breasts were topped with perfect puffy pink nipples, straining hard now, as my eyes feasted on her preteen body.

Then crawling back onto the bed, I lay on top of her, finally feeling her naked skin against mine, my breasts pressing on hers, kissing her mouth, her neck and throat. She rolled on top of me, her hunger matching mine, and she devoured my mouth and neck, mimicking exactly what she liked about the way I kissed and licked her. Then her mouth was headed down, kissing my chest, licking my clavicle while her hands settled on my hips, pulling me to her nakedness. She took a nipple in her mouth as my legs wrapped around her, drawing her to me. As she sucked and licked my nipple, she rubbed her belly on my wet aching pussy. She licked around each nipple in turn, then taking each in her hot wet mouth, sucked and pulled them with her lips, licking down the valley of one over to the peak of the other, again and again. She kissed her way back up to my mouth and pressed her young pussy to mine, rubbing our clits together as she kissed and sucked on my tongue and lips. The urgency of her rubbing, and the little passion sounds she was making drove me wild.

“Uhn, uh, uhh, oh yes, oh, uhhh,” she moaned and panted as she rubbed her child cunt against my needy pussy. “Oh yes, please. Oh Ann, I need it so bad.”

“Oh, Cindy. Oh honey, FUCK me,” I pleaded into her mouth as she ground her mound against me.

I felt her whole body quivering, as she rocked faster and faster against my pussy. Then bearing down hard, she moaned and froze as an orgasm rippled through her hot young body. OMG, it was so erotic, watching her eyes roll upward and her eyelids flutter as she panted in release. Just watching and feeling her cum pushed me over the edge, and my legs clamped her tight against me as I ground my pussy on hers. My breath came in ragged gasps as my thighs quivered against her tiny hips. I wrapped my arms around her, quaking in the throes of a huge orgasm, filled with the realization that clutched so tightly in my arms and legs is this tiny doll of a girl and the object of my total lust and adoration. I guess I knew I was in trouble but I no longer cared. I knew I was little Cindy’s any time she wanted me.

But now I was worried about Lisa coming home, so I hustled Cindy into the shower and cleaned us up. Oh, what a simple thing showering used to be, but in the steamy hot spray with my beloved little vixen, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. We washed each other, both paying special attention to our girly parts. I slipped my wet fingers into the marvelous tiny folds of her slippery vagina, as her soft, slender digits probed every fold of mine, then sluiced in and out of my hole. I shuddered with little aftershock orgasms.while my angel watched my face in wonder and smiled at me sweetly.

We dressed and went back to the living room, turned on the TV and waited for Lisa to return. How was I going to act like nothing was different as I spent the evening with my secret lover and my daughter?

When Lisa got home, I was in the kitchen. Lisa was in watching something on TV.

“Hi Mom.” she said.

“Hi honey. Cindy’s here. She’s in watching TV.”

Her eyes lit up and she ran into the living room. They hugged each other, and I could almost feel Cindy’s body pressed naked to mine in the shower. Ooooooh. I was melting inside watching her pressed up against Lisa that way, imagining them naked in the shower together. No, stop. I was staring at them with intensity and longing. Lisa looked at me over Cindy’s shoulder and smiled, a wonderfully warm and loving smile, but also sly and knowing in a way that sent chills through me.

Then, they chattered and laughed away quite normally in the other room while I started getting some snacks together. After awhile, I noticed it was awfully quiet in there and went to investigate. Hmmmm. no one in the living room but I heard giggling and talking upstairs. I figured they were in Lisa’s room and went to tell them I had some snacks for them. As I headed up the stairs, it went quiet up there. Then I heard Lisa calling from her bedroom.

“Mom, can you come in here for a minute?” and then giggled. Both of them giggled. They were definitely up to something. My mind reeled at the possibilities from the childishly silly to the impossibly sensual. I walked in grinning, not knowing what to expect from these mischievous imps.

I froze in the doorway. In. Total. Shock.

They had turned out the lights and lit at least two dozen candles, filling the room with sparkling, flickering and seductive light. Cindy and Lisa were on the bed, naked. Naked on the bed together. Just that fact alone was enough to keep me frozen in the doorway, speechless. Cindy was lying back against a small mountain of pillows and Lisa was leaning back on Cindy, her legs together, arms around her knees. Cindy’s legs were spread with Lisa lying back between them. For all the incredible eroticism and beauty of the scene before me, all the critical parts were covered and I couldn’t see a thing. It was truly as if the entire tableau was composed by a professional photographer for a lavish soft core magazine spread. It was breathtakingly beautiful and I was stunned.

“I hope you’re not mad, Mom,” Lisa said, sweetly, sincerely. “I want to show you. We want to show you. Please come closer.”

And with that, she released her knees and let her legs slowly open to my gaze. With her legs apart, I could see that Cindy’s hands were holding Lisa’s breasts, her fingers apart so the nipples were visible between her fingers. Her stiff nipples. Ooooh her stiffened nipples being squeezed gently between Cindy’s fingers. My eyes trailed downward, down her smooth belly, her navel, her hips, to her precious hairless sex. Her pussy lips were pressed together in a vertical slit and a droplet of moisture glistened from the base. And as my eyes descended down my daughter’s body, so did Cindy’s hands, smoothing her hands down, delicately dancing across the soft smooth pale flesh of her pussy mound, to rest on her inner thighs, framing Lisa’s little pussy perfectly between her slender fingers.

“You can look, Mom. Come closer.”

I walked into the room and over to Lisa’s bed as if sleepwalking; walking through a dream I had never dared to dream. As I went to her, Cindy’s small fingers opened Lisa’s pussy lips, like the petals on a flower, opening that glorious flower to my eyes, my hungry eyes. Oooooh, as the petals opened, strands of thick, clear fluid spanned between them, the film breaking and running in small dew drops down her inner lips to collect in the already forming pool that rested in her tiny hole. Cindy continued to open up Lisa’s vagina. Now I could see from her exposed clit down the spread labia to the glistening, beckoning cavern of passion. I watched viscous streams of her copious clear lubricant juices running down the walls of her pussy, running in slow, thick rivulets into the pool of nectar that now overflowed her young cunt and spilled down her crack to her anus and onto the bed. My legs grew weak as I stared hypnotized by this amazing scene.

“Please, Mom,” Lisa said softly, “I want this with you. I want this more than anything. Please, Mom. I love you. I want you.”

And then she reached out for me, and took my face in her hands and slowly guided my hungry mouth to her weeping juvenile cunt. I breathed in the sweet aroma of my own daughter’s sexually aroused little cunt. I couldn’t believe this was happening. In this amazingly romantic and erotic setting, two preteen angels, one my own daughter, were sweetly and gently seducing me into the most incredible sexual experience I could never have imagined. I gladly allowed myself to be guided to her yearning young sex, ravenous for the first taste of her.

My lips met her splayed open pussy lips in the softest kiss in the world. Lisa let out a beautiful, prolonged moan and her hips thrust upward, her thigh muscles taut and quivering. Cindy’s hands were back on Lisa’s breasts, her fingers lightly massaging the nipples as I licked and sucked at her juicy cunt, thrust again and again to my mouth, matching the deep lapping of my tongue into her hole and the urgent lashing across her clit. I drank down the flowing sex juices as they became thicker, creamier. I swallowed the steady stream as if my life depended on it, my mouth fused to my daughter’s quivering vulva. My lips circled around the sexy, soft, smooth skin of her mound, wetly smearing around her juices and my saliva, all over her pussy.

I heard her muffled moans and looked up to see her mouth locked to Cindy’s in a passionate preteen kiss. Lisa was moaning her excitement and rising passion into Cindy’s mouth. Her cries of pleasure excited me unbelievably and I whimpered into her open little hole, and sucked insistently on her clitoris. She was so close, and I could hear it in her cries. I could feel it in the tensing and quivering of her thighs. Her thrusts were coming faster, becoming irregular as she neared the peak of her climax.

“Oh, Lisa, honey, oh yes, cum in Mommy’s mouth, baby.” I pleaded.

And then she was there, crying out, arching her back and wailing into Cindy’s mouth. Her pussy shuddered with spasms of a huge quaking orgasm, and sex honey surged and poured from her depths into my licking, sucking mouth. I drank it greedily, overwhelmed by the ultimate erotic thrill of giving my baby, my beautiful preteen daughter such pleasure and intimacy, and devouring what must surely be the most forbidden taste in the world. Lisa’s hips arched up with each gasp of orgasm and a fresh surge of girlcum would ooze out into my mouth. She clamped her thighs against my ears, her hands on my head holding me there, and her hips moving now in circles as she ground her spasming, gushing cunt to her mother’s lips. After a few more arching and moaning thrusts, she collapsed back onto the bed, her thighs relaxing and releasing my head. As I pulled my lips from her vagina, thick strands of creamy juice stretched between us and I licked a few more times, not wanting to miss a single precious drop.

“Oh Mommy, Thank You. Thank you.” she cried. “Oh please come and kiss me now.” she said, tears flowing down her face. And then I was in her arms, crying too, and kissing her darling mouth and face, both of us now nestled between Cindy’s open, loving thighs.

We both wept tears of joy and proclaimed our love, arms around each other, mother and daughter locked in embrace, as Cindy caressed both of us and beamed with playful excitement.

We rolled off of Cindy, with Lisa now atop me, holding her to my body as we continued to kiss and murmer endearments to each other. I caressed her back and shoulders as her precious small body lay on me shivering occasionally with aftershocks of her intense orgasm.

“That was so sweet,” I said. “Just relax now, sweetheart, and let me hold you.”

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she nuzzled into my neck, kissing it softly, and lay her head on my shoulder, her legs spread over my belly, her wetness slippery between us. Cindy lay beside me, her hand resting on Lisa’s firm buns. She leaned into me, kissing the other side of my neck, ran her tongue around my ear and whispered in my ear.

“You’re next, Mrs. Larson.”

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Connie Lingus

I had just had the most exciting and forbidden sexual experience of my life and my heart was pounding as Cindy and I shared a post-orgasmic chat and soft drinks. When Lisa came to the door, Cindy launched into the perfect nothing-happening-here banter about school.

“My math teacher is so boring and he doesn’t explain stuff at all. Oh, hi Lisa.”

Lisa walked into the kitchen and Cindy bounded over to her and gave her a big hug, just like a normal day. Just as if nothing had happened. Lisa said “Hi Cindy.” They whispered and murmured greetings to each other and giggled and acted pretty much like they always do, but of course I was filled with anxiety imagining that Cindy might –even accidentally– let on that something was different, or what Lisa might figure out on her own. I felt like a complete idiot and so weak to have given in to temptations and desires that until an hour ago, I didn’t even know I had.

Then looking over at me over Cindy’s shoulder, Lisa said a cheerful “Hi Mom.”

“Hi honey.”

“Let’s go to my room,” she said to Cindy, and they rushed off up the stairs. Just before disappearing from view, Cindy looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled, the sweetest “we’ve got a secret” smile, and again, my heart just melted. My hot new lover.

I sat there in complete disbelief and the most awful and wonderful conflict. First I’d berate myself, “stupid! stupid! so wrong” Then the warm and dreamy erotic afterglow would wash over and I’d smile and think “that was the most awesome, incredible, intense sexual experience of my whole life.” And then, “but never again. I only hope it truly remains our secret. Omigod, I hope little Cindy can keep a secret, even from Lisa… especially from Lisa.

But then I couldn’t help but wonder if, on any of their many nights spent together here or at Cindy’s…. No, no way. Lisa would never… But then of course, I would never… I even managed to twist my emotions into the thought, “that little temptress. If she’s been seducing my little Lisa, I’ll., I’ll… ”

I had to laugh at myself. Did I not want to think of Cindy’s precocious seduction working on my daughter, ever the protective mother? Or was it that I didn’t want to think of Cindy with any other lover? Oh. Cindy. Mmmmmmmm. I felt my pussy moistening again just to think of the sweet soft kisses, the tenderness of her gentle touch, her incredible little mouth on me. And the frankly unbelievable image of my adult mouth down between her girlish thighs, licking all around and oh god, so deep inside her hairless 11 year old cunny. Oooooooh

I had to get ahold of myself. Snap out of it. I busied myself straightening up, then went up to my bathroom to pee and splash some cold water on my face. When I opened the bathroom door, Cindy was right there, quickly stepping in with me and closing the door, she whispered,

“Mrs. Larson, today was so awesome for me. I hope you don’t feel bad, cuz it was just what i wanted, and needed so bad.” Then she said “I want to see you again. Please? Sometime when Lisa isn’t home.”

Then she kissed me, not a little girl peck, her tiny but full lips and soft tongue deeply on mine, holding me, her lovely little body against mine again, and I just melted into her again. She looked in my eyes with her sweet blue eyes, full of love and excitement, “Please?”

Then she was gone, back to Lisa’s room. Shortly after, Cindy had to head home and they both came down to say their goodbyes. Cindy hugged Lisa bye and then me, a perfectly innocent and cursory hug and a polite “bye, Mrs. Larson.”

That night, sitting around the dinner table having supper with my husband Jeff and Lisa, was just surreal. It was easy enough to slip back into the normal, mundane family conversations about our respective days. But for me nothing was normal any more. My entire life had changed in one eventful hour with Cindy, and that’s all I could think about. Worse, or better, depending on how I looked at it, I couldn’t help but wonder about Lisa, and whether she had any of those experiences with Cindy. A couple times Lisa caught me looking at her, I suppose “differently,” and she gave me a funny look the second time. Or was that my imagination? I was not thinking about her sexually, was I? No, never. I had tasted the amazing forbidden fruit of my new young lover, but she would be the only one, and maybe only that one time. Yes, definitely never again–what was I thinking? But I couldn’t get it out of my head that she had conspiratorially begged for a repeat sometime.

Later, in bed with Jeff, I could have been forgiven for having no interest in more sex that day. It had, after all, been the most exciting, and in a way exhausting day of forbidden passion. But instead, I was all over Jeff, devouring his body, turning him on as much as I could, pushing him down to lick me, moaning and holding him there, but in my mind it was Cindy’s mouth on me. I thought of looking down at her innocent young face between my thighs and came instantly, smashing my cunt against Jeff’s mouth and crying out as waves of orgasm wracked my body, a shuddering, gasping orgasm that left me out of breath and panting.

“Wow, honey,” he said, “you’re a hot one tonight and SO wet. What’s come over you?”

“Oh babe,” I lied, “I just really needed that. I’ve been so horny today.”

I fell into a happy but exhausted sleep, but little Cindy didn’t leave me alone there either. I dreamed of her sharing my bed, every night. I dreamed she was addicted to the womanly juices of my glistening slit. I dreamed of awakening in the night, in darkness, to the amazing warm feeling of her tiny mouth licking and sucking at my pussy hole. That she would sleep there, inhaling my scent with her cheek on my thigh, and that throughout the night, she would just nuzzle into the dampness between my swollen lips and lick away whatever juices had collected there. And starting the flow again, she would lick contentedly, making little mewling sounds while I soared yet again to gasping erotic heights only to crash over the edge again and again as she gratefully drew all the sex juices from me.

The next morning, I awoke with a small pool of pussy drool under me from my night of incessant sex dreams about Cindy. That was it, I thought to myself. I vowed that I would leave this taboo path behind and return to the real world, the normal world, the yesterday world in which I was a responsible adult and good mom, contented heterosexual wife, the whole package. Jeff had already left for work and I vaguely remembered a quick good morning kiss and something about me sleeping in because I had “a restless night.”

Two cups of coffee later, a slice of toast on my plate and some news channel on the TV and I was feeling much more normal. Good. Lisa came in and plopped herself down at the breakfast table in a thin cotton tee and too-tight stretchy shorts.

“Morning Mom,” she said cheerfully. “Can I go over to Cindy’s after breakfast?”

“Of course, hon, as long as it’s okay with Mrs. Wilson.”

“Ms. Wilson,” she corrected, “and she already said it’s okay.”

Lisa poured herself a bowl of cereal and milk and sat reading the back of the box, while I glanced down furtively at the obvious outline of her little pudendum under the tight tight shorts. I could clearly see the slit in her perfect mini camel toe. I had seen her naked a million times, but now the barely concealed outline had me staring, wondering what her naked vulva would look like compared with the very close up image in my mind of Cindy’s yesterday, and I found myself getting excited again. I told myself it was that thought of Cindy turning me on, NOT my own daughter. Lisa looked over the top of what she was reading, a slight quizzical expression on her face.

“Honey,” I said, quickly recovering, “those shorts are too small for you.” She looked down and said “Yeah, I know. I’m going to change them right after breakfast. I just grabbed the first thing I could, cuz I was hungry.”

She finished her cereal and after a brief spell of chit-chat, she got up to go change. I could swear her nipples were a little erect under her thin cotton top as I admired her budding breasts. I watched her perfect firm butt and her muscular thighs as she headed up the stairs. No, I told myself, it wasn’t arousal, just appreciation of my beautiful child.

Two minutes later she was out the door and I was alone with my jumbled thoughts. But not for long. Seconds after Lisa left, I heard a tapping at the kitchen door window. It was Cindy, standing there with a small bag of groceries, smiling so beautifully and waving for me to come over to the door. I opened it and she stepped inside, set down the bag and hugged me like a long lost lover.

“I can’t stay for a minute. Mom will tell Lisa that I just ran down to the store for some milk and will be right back. I can’t stop thinking about you,” she said excitedly. “About yesterday. I dreamed about you, about sleeping with you, cuddling with you, making love to you all night long.”

She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the mouth, her kisses hungry, demanding, needy. Her hands went to my breasts and she fondled them as she kissed me. Her tongue swirled together with mine as her hands squeezed my breasts and nipples. Then one was down my belly to my waistband, going inside; inside my skirt, inside my panties. Ohhhh, her soft hand slipping inside my panties. I gasped, “Oh Cindy. Oh God, honey, what are you doing to me?”

“Lisa wants me to sleep over Friday night. Mom says it’s OK with her if you don’t mind.” she said breathlessly, as her fingers descended down into my now soaking wet pussy. “Please let me come over. Before Lisa gets home, like we did last time. Oh, please, Mrs. Larson, PLEASE.”

Her fingers slithered into my cunt, in and out slowly, sensuously as her other hand squeezed my nipple. Then pulling out her hand, she brought it up, gooey with my cunt juices, up between our faces, and proceeded to lick my juices seductively from her fingers, as the scent of my own pussy filled my senses. She sucked her fingers like a little cock, in and out and all around. Then I was licking them too, kissing her juicy mouth around her tiny slippery fingers, our tongues slurping up every trace. She plunged her fingers back inside, scooping out more of my cream, then held them to my lips while I licked my slippery secretions off her tiny fingers. What was I becoming?

“I want to eat your wet pussy right now, lick and suck at it til you cum in my mouth again.” she said, kissing my mouth deeply. “But I have to go. Please say Friday’s okay. Tell my Mom it’s okay.”

I heard myself whimpering again as she pulled away, shocking myself all over, whimpering in desperate, unstoppable and unbridled need for this outrageous little temptress. All my resolve of only an hour ago, swept away in an instant by her passion and sweet, demanding lust for me. What could I say? I knew I was hers.

“I… uh… okay, honey, of course.” I said.

“I love it when you call me honey,” she said, smiling a sweet but wicked smile, picked up her grocery bag and was gone. And there I was. I could not believe what was happening, and I could. not. wait. until Friday.

For the rest of the week, I swear Lisa was going out of her way to show off her body to me. Instead of a tee shirt or blouse, she’d dress in shorts and a bikini top. For bedclothes, she wore one of Jeff’s old tee shirts or an oversized castoff dress shirt, with just panties underneath. And I was always noticing her nipples, like they were suddenly prominent in a way I had never noticed. I tormented myself thinking maybe Cindy had told her about us. Or was it just that I was noticing her in a new way now and nothing had changed in her behavior?

One morning, she came out of her room to use the bathroom, just as I was leaving the bathroom. She was dressed in just her panties, her lovely little breasts proudly displayed. Sure enough, the nipples were not only prominent but erect. And was that a different, slightly sultry tone when she greeted me?

“Good morning Mom. Sleep well?”

I wanted to carry her to my bed and devour her gorgeous small breasts and lose myself in every curve and especially every crevasse of her body. But I was fighting it so hard, and Lisa was never overt, never made it clear if she was doing it on purpose. I was just so confused. I was already wracked with guilt about my secret little girl lover, and now here I was, looking at Lisa with hunger in my eyes, knowing I shouldn’t… couldn’t even think about going down that dangerous path with my own daughter.

Plus, it was easy with Cindy. She left me little choice and absolutely no doubt about what she wanted. Lisa was not going to make the first move, and even her teasing, well I couldn’t tell for sure if she even was teasing. After all, “Daddy” was at work, and it really was just us girls in the house. Her behavior could be (or so I told myself) just wanting to be casual about not covering up, about not having to, around another girl, around her mom.

Jeff left the next morning for a business trip, and when Lisa came down, she was dressed in one of his castoff shirts, the top 3 buttons undone and the bottom came down to mid-thigh on her. When she poured the milk on her cereal, I could see down the front, could see her perfect little half peach breasts. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was intentionally giving me a show. She chattered away quite normally through breakfast, then came and hugged me, just a little too tight, and just a little too long.. or was I imagining the whole thing?

“I love you Mommy,” she said, and kissed my cheek, arms around my neck. “Guess it’s just us girls today, huh?” She said it like “we could do anything.”

Then she went and sat on the couch, reading her book while I sipped my coffee and fought off these inappropriate and confusing feelings I was having about my gorgeous 12 year old daughter. She held the book so I couldn’t see her face, and she couldn’t see mine. As she sat there, she would occasionally absently let her knees part a little and close back together. I could see up her legs to her bare pussy. She had nothing on under the nightshirt.. Omigod. I was looking up my own daughter’s nightshirt trying to get a glimpse of her little mound!

Just then, she looked over the top of the book, smiled and said “I like this book.” and went back to reading. A few more times she let her legs spread enough for me to look, then looked up again, catching me looking, and closed her legs again. I could feel the moisture start between my legs as she teased me. No, I told myself, she’s not teasing you. You’re just being a pervert. Stop it.

I was trying so hard not to look any more, and started reading a magazine. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see her legs part again and I had to look. I almost gasped out loud. She wasn’t wearing panties! My innocent daughter had let her legs spread apart fully and I was looking right at the smooth, bare pussy of my little girl. But not looking as I had a thousand times, not looking as “Mommy.” I was sneaking a peek at a forbidden fruit of sexual desire for my child. No, I couldn’t even think about that. I buried my face back in my magazine and finished my coffee. I needed to get away from the building desire within me.

When I looked back up, She was holding the book directly in front of her face, and had relaxed her legs so I had an unobstructed view up her thighs to her naked mound. She slowly, seemingly absentmindedly, spread and closed her thighs, her small vagina opening and closing, dimly glistening in the poor light between her thighs. My mouth was dry and my pussy moist as I feasted my eyes on my daughter’s beautiful vulva, and her tiny pussy hole winking open and closed. I couldn’t take my eyes away, despite my mind screaming “NO. look away! get out of here.”

But I couldn’t, and Lisa seemed intent on letting me look as long and hard as I wanted. She kept the book in front of her face, and her legs apart for at least two minutes while I devoured her with my eyes. Just then Lisa looked up and said, “Mom, what’s this word? I can’t pronounce it.” She turned the book toward me, her finger pointing to a word on the page, which of course I couldn’t read from this distance. I got up and went over to her, looking at the book.

Oh god, I could smell the scent of her pussy. The scent of aroused young lust. I could think of nothing else as I told her what “perspicacity” meant and how to pronounce it. She grinned at me, put down her book and said “Will you sit here with me?” Oh no. Run away. But I can’t run away, I have sat with her, my arm around her many, many times. It’s normal. But now I thought I knew exactly what she was doing, and I had no doubt Cindy had told her our dark luscious secret. I was dying to find out. I was scared to find out.

Of course I sat with her and she leaned against my side, my arm around her, just like normal. Lisa said,

“Mom? Thanks for letting Cindy spend the night Friday. You’re the nicest Mom in the world.

“Yeah, right,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“No, I mean it, Mom,” she protested. Then hugging me around the neck, she rolled onto me, the heat of her young vagina against my leg.

“Thank you for being so nice to Cindy. You know she’s just my best friend ever, like a sister to me.”

The way she said ‘sister,’ was like a secret code, like, You’ve already had your ‘other’ daughter.

“I can’t wait til Friday,” she said, and gave me an extra squeeze, then slid off of me and went upstairs to her room to call Cindy.

Continue on to Chapter 4