Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

Well, here I am again all snugged between Mommy’s legs this time. She says I’m getting too heavy to sit on her lap at the computer now, and besides, I used to keep squirming around on her as I typed and I guess it was getting too uncomfortable. So her legs are spread wide apart and my butt is tucked up tightly against her. Get the picture? Oh, and in case you were wondering, we’re both naked as usual. Now be honest, doesn’t it make you just a little bit horny knowing that a naked, nine year old girl is sitting in front of you – well, I mean not quite in front of you but I’m sure you can picture it, right? – squeezed between her naked mommy’s legs, telling you all about our family secrets? I know it gets me horny – giggle. So I gotta try to concentrate on what to write now, so Mommy, quit pinching my nipples.

You all now know how my sister got to be really friendly with Karen if you read the last chapter – well I kinda helped a little bit, didn’t I? Anyway, you will get a laugh out of this – I thought it was really hot – but next day at school Karen whispered in Em’s ear before class that she was still wearing them. You know what I mean, don’t you? She was still wearing the same panties that Em had worn all afternoon the day before. The ones she got soaked with her love juice – giggle.

She told my sister that she didn’t want to take them off that night. Well, she did take them off before she showered and almost threw them in the clothes hamper, but changed her mind at the last moment and decided to sleep in them. They’d dried out a bit during the evening, she said, but when she put them back on after her shower and then went to bed she couldn’t help rubbing the crotch and pulling it tightly against herself until her own ‘pussy pleasure juice’ – she remembered what we’d called it, yay! – started to seep out and mix with my sister’s. I’m trying to imagine how slippery those yummy lips of hers must have been after she’d rubbed them a while. And how soaked Em’s panties must have become once more as their juices mingled. Oh, Mommy, get your fingers out of my pussy, I’m trying to write. Oh my god, you’re getting me so fucking hornyyyyyyy!

Whew! Sorry – had to take a break again while Mommy got me off – giggle. You really wanna know how? She lifted me up and turned me around so I was facing her, straddling her hips, and then she got her finger wet from my pussy juices and then fucked my asshole hard and deep as we tongue kissed each other. Bet you wished you could have watched that, huh? I came so hard that I ended up screaming into her mouth.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, well Em was so happy when Karen told her she was still wearing her panties that she gave her a big hug and whispered back that she was sharing their own love cocktail, which brought a big giggle from Karen. She said a couple of the other girls in their class looked at them kind of strangely when they were hugging so they quickly pulled apart and went to their seats. My sister was almost going to suggest they meet again in the washroom to trade undies once more but then thought that that was probably going a bit too far. But her thong was getting wet just from the thought of it.

Anyway, that all happened just after Em turned eleven and Karen was still only ten – her birthday was in November – and they’ve traded undies so many times since then we’ve lost count. They are both thirteen now and would you believe Karen’s mom still won’t let her wear a thong? So guess what? For Christmas that year, Em bought her half a dozen thongs as a special present and every day now – because she obviously can’t take them home – my sister brings one to school for her so she can change in the washroom each morning and at least wear it all day keeping her own panties in her schoolbag until it’s time to go home. Then Em brings Karen’s thong home for Mommy to wash and she takes a fresh one for her the next day. We are so sneaky – giggle. Mommy doesn’t mind, she thinks it’s kinda sexy – don’t you Mommy? She just nodded and tweaked one of my nipples again, telling me to keep on writing.

Sometimes my sister puts Karen’s panties on like before and gives her a special wet present to take home from school, but not so much anymore because they now have other ways of getting each other excited. But more about that later – think you can wait?

Mommy’s birthday is on the last day of October, and I’m sure you all know that is Halloween, so we’ve always teased her about being a witch. Sometimes we just have a party at home for her but that year, since it was Karen’s first Halloween in our neighbourhood, we all decided we should go trick or treating with her. Also, because Johnnie was almost four years old Mommy dressed him up as a little goblin and took him out with us as well. We all went together and because Mommy was with us, surprise, surprise, Karen’s mom stayed home and let her go with us as we went door to door. I guess she thought she would be safe with us – well, she would be, wouldn’t she? Giggle.

Karen told us that before they moved here her mom always took her around the development where they lived, staying on the sidewalk as she went up to all the neighbour’s doors, but it still embarrassed the hell out of her because all the other kids she knew went by themselves, even those who were younger than her. Anyway, after we finished up that night we ended up back at Karen’s house and played a little (no, not that way – I know what you were thinking, sheesh!) in their family room, eating some of our goodies while Mommy and her mom had a coffee together and got to know each other a little better. That made Karen happy because maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to stay for dinner next time she was at our house – and for dessert, too – if you know what I mean, giggle.

And guess what? She did. The first couple of times not much happened except that Em had Karen try on some of her clothes because Karen had told her she had so many pretty outfits. And yes, this also included undies, especially thongs as you can probably already guess. But she told Em that even her regular panties were sexier than her own. I only heard this afterwards because Mommy told me to leave them alone when they were in our bedroom or bathroom because, after all – she told me – Karen is Em’s friend. So, like a good little sister I ‘gave them their space.’ But Em always told me afterwards what they were up to.

Anyway, after a few weeks the weather got real cold and snowy and what we always did at that time of year after school was to jump into our hot tub and warm up – in more ways than one – giggle. But we still had to finish our homework first, Mommy just reminded me. So it was on one of these evenings, when Karen was allowed to stay for dinner after school because she and Em had some homework to do together (yes, it turned out that they eventually did have a project to share), that we told her about our hot tub – which she’d never seen before because it was sort of part of Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom suite, which included their own bathroom and shower.

When we showed it to her she went ‘ooooo, that looks so hot.’ And I remember giggling and saying, “that’s why it’s called a hot tub, silly.” I couldn’t believe she’d never even seen a hot tub before. She dipped her hand into the bubbly water to feel how warm it was and wondered what it would be like to sit in. So guess what? Mommy told her we could all go in if she wanted to join us and see what it was like. Johnnie was there too and he begged Mommy to let him go in as well. Because he was so young he’d not been allowed in before but this time Mommy agreed, but he’d have to sit on her lap.

What happened next was so funny because whenever we go in the hot tub we never wear anything and Johnnie knew that. So he was so excited that he was finally going in that he quickly pulled off his top and whipped down his pants, undies and socks and stood there naked waiting for Mommy to do the same and lift him into the tub with her. You should have seen Karen’s face. I mean it was like soooo red and she couldn’t take her eyes off of his, you know, little thingy. I don’t think she’d ever seen one before. It wasn’t like it was hard or anything, it just dangled there. We’d all seen it turn into a little stiffy before, especially when he was in the bathtub and that made us giggle, but I could imagine Karen even freaking out if she ever saw that.

Anyway, Mommy quickly came to the rescue and told Karen that Em could lend her one of her bikini bathing suits if she really wanted to join us in the hot tub, but my sister frowned and said she was going in naked as usual but that Karen could keep her panties on if she really felt that shy. Poor Karen didn’t know what to say. She looked back and forth from Mommy to Em as if trying to decide what to do, her excitement about seeing the hot tub slightly tempered now by the realization of what might be expected of her.

Well, I wasn’t going to wait around any longer to see what she was going to do so I quickly stripped off my clothes and just jumped in naked yelling, “last one in is a party pooper.” Told you I was a lil devil, didn’t I?

Seeing this, Johnnie ran over to where I was and held out his arms. He wasn’t going to wait for Mommy to decide what to do. He wanted in. So I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down onto my lap and giggled as he screeched and then gasped when he suddenly realized just how hot the water was.

Next came Em. She wasn’t about to wait either and as Karen watched, she slipped off her top and skirt, then grabbed the sides of her thong and started to lower it, but changed her mind at the last moment – telling me afterwards that she didn’t want to put Karen in an awkward position – and instead climbed down into the hot tub wearing her thong.

That left Mommy and Karen standing on the deck. “Want me to go get one of Em’s bikinis, sweetie?” she asked the obviously embarrassed girl, walking up to her and putting an arm around her shoulder.

“Come on in,” teased Em, interrupting. “Just leave your panties on if you like, but get in here. I’m keeping a place warm for you right here beside me,” she giggled. “I’m saving a jet for you, too,” she added, winking at me. Now I’m sure you all know how great a hot tub jet feels as it massages your back, or your butt, or…you know – wink, wink!

Suddenly making a decision, Karen shook her head at my mom and started unbuttoning her blouse and as we all looked on she shrugged it from her shoulders, leaving her in her training bra and skirt. “Yay!” yelled Em as she watched her friend strip. “Now the bra,” she commanded, clapping her hands.

“Emily!” Mommy scolded my sister – wow, she hardly ever calls her that. “Let her do whatever she wants. Karen just stuck out her tongue at us and coyly lifted her bra off and shot it right at us into the hot tub, just like it was a slingshot. I grabbed it before it hit the water and swung it around my head as Johnnie giggled at our game, reaching up his little arm to try to grab it. But Em was too quick for both of us and snatched it from my hand for herself.

“It’s mine now,” she announced triumphantly. “Come in and get it if you want it back.”

Karen was starting to feel a little more comfortable now and reached around to the side of her skirt to unzip it. But it kinda seemed to stick and she started to tug on it.

“Need some help, hon?” Mommy asked as she knelt down beside her, grasping the zip and giving it a tug. After a few tries she finally got the stubborn thing to move and zipped it down, then unbuttoned the waist so that Karen could step out of her skirt, leaving her in just her pretty white satin panties.

“Now you can help me,” Mommy smiled, turning her back to Karen. “Unzip my skirt for me and then undo the buttons on my blouse. And as we watched from the tub, we had front row seats to Em’s girlfriend helping to undress our mom. “Now my bra, dear,” Mommy asked, and we both knew she was now seeing just how far Karen would go to be helpful. She didn’t disappoint us, but we could both see the look in her eyes when Mommy turned around, her naked boobies so close to Karen’s face. She could hardly tear her eyes away from them.

Mommy thanked her for her help and motioned for her to go join us in the hot tub, probably leaving Karen a bit relieved that she wasn’t going to be asked to remove Mommy’s panties. I gotta admit though, I was holding my breath.

Anyway, what happened was that they both came in wearing their panties, so it ended up with me and Em being the only naked ones in the tub; well, except for Johnnie of course.

Except, after a while, as Em and Karen huddled squirming around together, their hands suddenly appeared above the water, Em waving Karen’s panties and Karen swinging Em’s thong over her head. The little devils had stripped each other under the water.

Seeing that, it wasn’t long before Mommy joined them, throwing her panties up on the deck, leaving all of us naked as the day we were born.

That was the beginning of what eventually led to several, should I say, slightly more intimate – cozy might be a better word, right Mommy? – hot tub sessions. Although after that we made sure Johnnie was in bed first.

By Jeneee

Remember the time that my sister and Karen swapped undies in the washroom at school? Just after Em’s eleventh birthday? I told you about it a couple of chapters ago so if you forget what happened you know what to do – go back and read chapter four again. Well, it was the first time Karen had ever worn a thong and she told Em that she wished she could keep wearing it after school instead of giving it back right away. So guess what? Em let her. They didn’t swap their undies back before leaving school and even though she knew her mom would be so pissed at her, Karen got off the school bus at our stop instead of staying on to go home. It was her first effort at being daring, so she was kinda scared. Excited, but scared, knowing she’d probably be grounded for the coming weekend. Mommy and Johnnie were there to meet us and were very curious about who Karen was and why she was coming home with us.

Anyway, I thought I’d tell you a bit more about that day ’cause it was the first time Karen had ever come to our house. Like I did for one of the earlier chapters, I’m sitting here naked between Em’s sprawled legs typing away because she wants to make sure I get the story right. She’s going to check my spelling again and then Mommy will make sure everything else is all right before we send it in. Well, the first thing Karen did when she got here was phone her mom to tell her that her class had been assigned a special project to work on in teams and that Em was her partner and that she’d stopped here on the way home after school so they could start working on it together, and that Em’s mom would drive her home afterwards, and, she added, fingers crossed, could she stay for supper?

That story was what they’d dreamed up together on the bus – well to tell the truth it was what my sister came up with as a way to get Karen here. She was going to ask Mom to drive her home later. Mom wasn’t too happy about their scheming when she heard about it, and Karen’s mom was…well, we could hear her yelling at Karen even with the phone against her ear…well, almost against her ear, anyway – giggle. She’d pulled it away a bit as she cringed from the balling out she was getting.

And no, she wasn’t allowed to stay for supper. Which was too bad ’cause I didn’t really know her yet except for saying hi in the schoolyard a few times, and I knew my sister liked her – well I thought she was cute too – so it would have been nice if she could have stayed. But then I could barely stop from gasping when, as Mommy started chatting with Karen to find out more about her, Em whispered in my ear “I’m wearing her panties, and she’s wearing my thong.” And she giggled. She told me how they’d ended up in the washroom at school and switched undies and then, turning her back to Mom and Karen, she lifted up her skirt to show me. I gasped real big this time when I saw how wet the crotch of Karen’s panties were. Like, they were almost transparent.

“Are you going to give them back now, before she goes home?” I whispered, sneaking a finger down between her legs to feel her pussy.

“Yeah, we’ll have to switch back, silly. And I hope my thong is just as soaked as her panties are,” she replied with a wink.

“What are you two whispering about now?” Mommy called out, as she and Karen looked over at us.

“Oh, nothing, Mommy,” Em giggled. “But I’ve gotta go pee before we drive Karen home. Coming with me, Karen?”

“Well, aren’t you two best friends already,” Mommy laughed. “Already going to the bathroom together?”

Em giggled and grabbed Karen’s hand. “That’s what friends are for,” she said. “Come on, best friend, I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” And she led her out of the kitchen, looking back at me over her shoulder and winking.

“What was that all about?” Mommy asked me. “Something going on here that I should know about?” she added, knowingly. “Karen seems like a nice girl. I don’t think her mom’s too happy with her right now, though.”

I giggled. “Yeah, Mommy, she’s real nice.” And I told her what the two of them had done at school and the real reason Karen had come.

“Oh, my god!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “What will you girls get up to next?”

I turned around and headed for the bathroom. “Well, I’m going to find out what they’re getting up to anyway,” I told her, smiling. “Besides, I gotta go pee, too.” And I sure wasn’t going to wait for them to come out first. Told you I’m a little devil, didn’t I – giggle.

As I approached the bathroom I could hear more giggles coming from within, and without knocking I just barged right in. “Sorry, but I gotta pee, too, before we go,” I sort of apologized as I quickly took in what was happening. My sister was on the toilet with Karen’s panties down around her ankles and Karen was leaning against the sink with her skirt pulled up, as she was just starting to remove Em’s thong. As soon as she saw me come in, however, she quickly lowered her skirt, blushing like crazy.

My sister giggled again. “It’s okay, Karen,” she assured her. “You don’t need to hide it or be embarrassed. Britty knows we swapped undies and she’s cool about it. We tell each other everything.” And then she started to pee. And I mean, really pee, like hard. “Oh my god,” she laughed as her piss hissed with a splash into the toilet bowl. “I really had to go.” Poor Karen didn’t know what to do or say. She continued to just lean against the sink, staring back and forth between the two of us, still blushing furiously.

I have to do something about this, I thought to myself, so I moved over to her and quickly lifted her skirt and before she could protest I grabbed the sides of my sister’s thong and started pulling at them.

“Let me help you with this, Karen,” I said, and without waiting for a response I started tugging Em’s thong down, while at the same time sneaking a good look at her pussy. And my god did she ever have plump lips. They kinda just bulged out below her puffed out mound, her slit so tightly closed that no inner labia were visible. It was just like a baby’s pussy. And yeah, I’d seen babies’ pussies before, in case you’re wondering – giggle – we have relatives we visit sometimes who have little kids and it’s fun to help change their diapers. It’s a bit messy at times, but it’s still fun.

Anyway, Karen automatically reacted by lifting each foot in turn to help me retrieve my sister’s thong as Em finally stopped pissing and wiped herself. I smiled and dangled it in front of her as she bent down to remove Karen’s panties from around her ankles. I just couldn’t wait to hear Karen’s reaction when she realized how wet they were. I didn’t have long to wait.

As Em stood up from the toilet and reached out to hand them back to her new friend I quickly tugged mine down and plunked myself onto the seat and started to pee, eager to see what would happen next. I was still holding my sister’s thong and playfully lifted it up to my nose, hoping to shock Karen even further. Mmmm, it smelled kinda yummy, but it wasn’t nearly as wet as Karen’s panties were – well, maybe just a little damp. But Karen didn’t even notice what I was doing because, as she grabbed her own panties from Em, she let out a tiny gasp when she realized how wet they were.

“D…did you pee in my panties, Em?” she stammered. “They are like kinda soaking.”

My sister shook her head. “No, that’s not pee,” she replied. “That’s pure pussy pleasure juice,” she explained with a wink to the startled girl, using the term our mom had introduced us to when we first started playing together. Now poor Karen’s blush deepened so red it looked like she had a sunburn.

“I was like kinda excited all afternoon wearing your panties,” Em continued. “You see it was like a part of you was on me,” she told Karen. “Like that part of you was now a part of me,” she tried to explain further to the still speechless Karen.

It was then that I realized my dear older sister had her first girlfriend – well besides me, that is, know what I mean? And as I watched, Em threw her arms around Karen and hugged her. “I really like you a lot, Karen,” I heard her whisper as Karen tentatively lifted her arms to return the hug. I almost felt like crying, not because I was sad or jealous, but because it was so sweet to be part of what I instinctively knew was the beginning of a new phase in our lives. And there I was sitting on the pot, watching this tender moment. How fitting!

By then I’d finished peeing and had dropped Em’s thong onto the floor so I could wipe myself. I momentarily had the urge to remove my panties and pull on my sister’s thong instead, but I knew that would be nasty of me in view of what had just happened. So I just flushed and stood up, tugging up my undies and picking up Em’s thong once more, kinda dangling it again on my finger as I waited to see what would happen next.

I gotta tell you it was so romantic because when the two of them pulled apart from their hug, Em, throwing caution to the winds (that was Mommy’s way of putting it when she read this by the way, in case you’re wondering), immediately leaned in close to give Karen a quick kiss on her lips. Karen momentarily jumped back a little in surprise but then as they stared at each other, to my amazement, and to my sister’s delight, she returned the kiss, throwing her arms around Em’s neck as she did, making me giggle because her wet panties still dangled from her fingers down my sister’s back.

This kiss lasted, and lasted, and as I watched, Em’s hands slowly slid down Karen’s back until they were underneath her skirt, caressing her naked butt. Not wanting to be outdone, Karen lowered her hands, lifting the hem of my sister’s skirt and grasped her cheeks tightly, squeezing them, pulling at them until Em’s pretty asshole was winking at me as if to say, hey, we got another friend to play with now. I heard Karen starting to softly moan as their kiss went on and on and I was getting so wet watching that I couldn’t help slipping one of my hands down into the front of my panties to start rubbing my own pussy.

I was beginning to wonder where this was all going to lead when suddenly there was a knock at the door and we all jumped. “Hey, you three,” Mommy called out. “What’s going on in there? We have to get a move on and get Karen home before her mom starts sending out a search party.”

As Em and Karen quickly pulled apart I snatched my hand quickly from my panties and adjusted my skirt and, giggling, held out my sister’s thong to her as Karen’s blush continued to shine on her pretty face, realizing I’d been watching everything. She’d been so into it with Em she’d almost forgotten I was there. “We’re just coming, Mommy,” I called out, as I looked reassuringly at Karen and lifted my finger to my lips as if to say it’s our little secret. She smiled, a little thankfully I thought.

Em turned around and grabbed her thong from me and quickly pulled it on as I walked closer to them, pointing to Karen’s panties which were still dangling from her hand, as if to remind her she’d better put them on. She nodded, lifting her feet one by one and slipped her soggy undies up, tugging them tightly against her pussy which I knew had to be wet of its own accord by now, adding her sweet juices to mix with those of my sister’s. Em couldn’t resist one more quick kiss as she cupped her hand to Karen’s pussy under her skirt, snugging her panties against her puffy lips and loving the way they clung tightly against her.

As we all emerged from the bathroom Mommy smiled knowingly at us. “It’s about time,” she laughed, taking in Karen’s still blushing face. She knew we’d fill her in later, but now we had to go face the music at Karen’s and try to placate her mom. With Johnnie safely fastened into his car seat in the back between Em and Karen, and me belted in the front beside Mom, we soon arrived at Karen’s to meet her mom. I waited in the car with Johnnie while Mommy and Em escorted Karen to the front door and explained to her mother what had happened.

Afterwards, I heard that Karen was scolded a little but because of my mom’s explanation she was let off the hook from being grounded, and merely told to let her mom know ahead of time if she was not coming home directly from school. She’d even invited my mom and Em to come in for a coffee and a soda to get to know them better but because me and Johnnie were in the car mom took a rain check. Her mom, however, did say yes when Karen asked if Em could come over sometime after school so they could work on their homework together. Later, Karen told us that was a really good sign since her mom was real fussy about whom she made friends with. And again, I wondered what had happened in their past to make her this way.

As we all drove home that day we filled Mommy in on what had happened in the bathroom and all she said was for us to please, please be careful with what we were up to. She reminded us that Daddy would have a fit if anyone outside our family knew about our intimacy together.

But she was also happy that Em seemed to have a girlfriend now. “And she seems so sweet,” she added with a wink.

“Mommy, she’s mine,” Em giggled. “You stay away from her,” she teased.

Yeah, sure, I thought to myself. Bet you all can’t wait to hear more about that, can you?

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Jeneee

I’m back again, here with Mommy, once again sitting naked on her lap ready to tell you all a bit more about us. Christmas is just over and Daddy’s gone back to the city to his apartment so he can start work again for a few days before New Year’s Eve when he’ll be home again, and Johnnie’s fast asleep in bed.

This Christmas we got mainly new clothing for presents including some sexy undies and Em finally got a couple of pretty bras which Mommy says she’s gonna have to start wearing on account of her boobies are really starting to grow bigger now and she’s afraid the school is going to send her home for indecent exposure. She’s kidding, of course, but my sister is thinking she should start to wear one anyway ’cause a few of the girls in her class are, and even Karen is. Karen’s her girlfriend, remember?

Karen’s mom made her start wearing a training bra when she was only ten years old even though she was as flat as a pancake. Her titties are getting pretty big now though and she looks so sexy, with yummy dark brown nipples that really stick out. Em’s probably kissing them right now ’cause she’s over at Karen’s for a sleepover, but they have to be really, really careful and quiet because of Karen’s parents. If they ever found out what she and Em, and all of us, get up to she’d be grounded for life. It took ages for them to even let Karen come over for sleepovers at our place. They wanted to get to know Em a lot better first and now they think she’s a really sweet girl for Karen to hang with. Well, they’re right, she is a real sweetie – just not in the way they think – giggle. They met Mom and Dad the first time they brought Karen over, and with Dad being a lawyer and all that they thought we were an okay family to leave her with overnight, even though they told her to phone them to say goodnight before she went to bed, and then again in the morning when she woke up. Sheesh! I wonder why they worry about her so much.

But anyway, I wanted to tell you what I got from Mommy for the Christmas following Em’s eleventh birthday that I told you about in the last chapter. So make sure you’ve read it, okay? Can you guess what it was? Yay, it was my very own vibrator. And pink, too, just like my sister’s. I’d been sneaking Em’s to play with anyway – well, not really sneaking ’cause Em let me use it – so Mommy decided I could have my own. By the way, in case you’re wondering, she never told Daddy about Em’s or about mine, so she gave it to me in secret just before we went to bed that Christmas Eve. I guess she knew I’d be trying it out right away – giggle. And she was right, as if you couldn’t guess.

It felt just as good as Em’s when I ran it all over my body, maybe even better because it was all mine, mine, mine, if you know what I mean. It wasn’t long before it was all wet and shiny with my pussy juices and, you guessed it, I got my sister to get behind me as I got on my hands and knees and thrust my bottom up to her and told her to put it in my asshole. She never liked me doing that to myself with hers – didn’t want my dirty butt oil on it, she told me with a smirk – but she sure had fun spreading my cheeks wide open and swirling my new pink toy into me bit by bit. And, oh my god, it felt like heaven as it slowly slid in deeper and deeper as she twisted it about. Once it was in as far as she could get it I told her to – no, I begged her to – turn it on full and when she did it drove me wild. My whole insides were tingling. I was clenching the sheets on the bed, wiggling around, trying to shove my ass back at her, up and down, forcing her to fuck me with it as Mommy looked on, smiling big.

I was close to cumming when I felt one of Em’s fingers probing my pussy and working its way inside me and that was all it took for me to explode. Mommy could see it coming (‘punny girl,’ she just giggled as I wrote that) and she knew I’d be screaming so she quickly jammed a hand over my mouth to dull the noise ’cause we didn’t want Daddy to hear – he was downstairs watching a move – and I came so hard that I bit the fatty part of her palm. She yelped a bit, but it didn’t bleed. Anyway, I just collapsed, face down on the bed, with the vibrator sticking out of my ass and Em giggling away as it slowly started to slide out, bit by bit, leaving my butthole wide open for them to gaze into before it finally pulsed a few times before closing, looking a bit red from being probed so deeply. So that’s how I christened my vibrator, and since then I’ve worn out so many batteries I lost count.

I remember one night soon after that when me and Em ganged up on Mommy with our vibrators. Em sat spread-eagled across her hips on our bed after Johnnie had gone to sleep and started to tickle her ribs, which really gets her giggling, while I grabbed my vib and turned it on full blast and put the tip on one of her nipples. Mommy’s nipples get hard really quickly when anyone plays with them and as soon as Em saw what I was doing she stopped tickling and squeezed her booby so it kinda squished up from her chest, if you get the picture. That made it easier for me to run the vibrator around her nipple and watch as it crinkled with the hard tip poking right up at me.

Em reached around with her other hand and slid it down between Mommy’s thighs, rubbing her pussy, feeling how wet it was getting. Then she kinda mouthed to me to stop for a second and get her vibrator for her. So I did and before Mommy knew what was happening she had two vibrators going at her at the same time, one back on her nipple and the other now between her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and let us do whatever we were doing as I alternated from one nipple to the other. Then Em got another idea and motioned for me to move while she stopped for a second and got off of Mommy, telling me to grab mom’s legs and pull them back over her chest so her pussy and butt were easily available for us to vibrate together.

Mom was horny enough by then to just lie there letting us do whatever was in our devilish minds and it wasn’t long before Em started to swirl the tip of her vibrator – which was now slick from the juices flowing from Mommy’s pussy – around Mommy’s asshole which was enjoying the attention immensely, as I concentrated on working my vibrator bit by bit into her pussy. Between the two of us we eventually had both our toys buried deeply inside her, vibrating away on high speed, driving her crazy.

Right Mommy? I think me just reminding her of that night is getting her all horny again because she just slipped a hand down between my legs and started to play with my pussy as I write – giggle. Oh, fuck Mommy! No, don’t stop!

Sorry, I had to take a break ’cause I couldn’t concentrate on what I was trying to tell you with her finger inside my pussy and her thumb massaging my clit. Besides, I was soaking the cushion on the chair and it was getting a bit sticky, know what I mean? Anyway, just so as you know, she lifted me up when I couldn’t type anymore and carried me to the bedroom where she fingered my pussy some more and then started to lick me, then grabbed my vibrator and worked it into my favourite place – my asshole, in case you have forgotten – where she fucked me while sucking on my clit, giving me one huge orgasm. When Mommy gets horny she loves to play with us and see us cum. She’s so unselfish that way. Then it only takes a few licks on her clit with my finger in her butt to make her explode too. And that’s what I did to thank her – giggle.

Anyway, afterwards we both had a quick pee and a kiss and here we are back to finish what I was telling you – which was that she came so hard that night with both our vibrators buzzing away inside her that the one in her asshole shot out and flew right down to the foot of the bed and fell off onto the floor. You should have seen it. It was like she launched a rocket, and did we ever laugh our heads off as she lay there panting. I finally removed mine from her pussy, which was all red and swollen and open so wide it didn’t seem to want to close up.

Well Mommy’s pussy opens pretty wide anyway – after all, we both came out of there, Johnnie too, so what do you expect? – so it was so hot looking inside her and seeing all her juices oozing out and the sticky, white streaks of cum clinging to all the pink folds along the walls. Em couldn’t help herself and quickly leaned down, covering Mommy’s wide-open hole with her mouth to suck and lick the creamy juices while Mommy reached up to hug me against her boobies while she recovered. She finally opened her eyes to look at me and I kissed her as Em contentedly licked away. It was such a loving moment for all of us, and especially so when my sister finally came up for air and smiled, Mommy’s juices slicked all over her face. Then it was my turn to kiss Em, more or less slurping the wetness from her face as Mommy started to giggle at her two silly daughters.

That night we all ended up sleeping together in our mom’s bed ’cause ours was too small for the three of us to cuddle comfortably and I remember waking up in the middle of the night listening to my sister snoring away on the other side of Mommy. As I lay there trying to get back to sleep I began picturing everything that had happened that evening. I couldn’t help smiling again as I thought of the vibrator shooting out from Mommy’s asshole and wondering if I could do that too. I decided I’d have to work on strengthening the muscles around my butt and maybe that would help, so I stuck a finger into my asshole and practiced clenching and unclenching it and eventually built up a nice rhythm. All it did was make me realize I had to go pee so I stumbled into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, shoved my finger back in my ass and peed.

It was such a weird feeling and seemed to make me squirt harder than usual, although that was probably all in my mind. But there and then I resolved to practice my muscle exercises with my vibrator in my butt hole, not my finger, at least once a day. Crawling back into bed and snuggling against Mommy I giggled as I fell asleep again, dreaming about having a vibrator shooting contest with her, seeing just who could shoot it the furthest. Okay, so I get some goofy ideas sometimes. It still hasn’t happened, but last summer we did end up having a pissing contest on the deck of our swimming pool.

But more about that later.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Jeneee

Yes, it’s me back at the keyboard again only this time I’m sitting on my sister’s lap, well more like on the chair with her snugged in behind me, her legs kinda hanging over the sides. Get the picture? Oh, and yes, in case you were wondering we are both naked. Well, except for the string hanging out of her pussy from her tampon. That time of month for her again – giggle. She graduated from a pad to a tampon a couple of months ago and is still getting used to it. Mommy felt she was ready on account that she’s had her vibrator inside her lots of times now so it was time to dump the pad, so as to speak. It’s fun watching her put it in – the tampon I mean – well the vibrator too, but that’s something I’ll get to soon, and she’s even let me insert it a couple of times for fun – the tampon I mean this time. Am I confusing you? I even pulled it out once to see what it looked like after but…giggle, she just punched me and told me to get on to something else.

So, anyway, Mommy’s busy doing laundry downstairs so she said Em should be able to help me with my spelling but she’d check it over again afterwards just to make sure.

I guess I’ll get to the vibrator first then. When my sister turned eleven – she’s thirteen now, remember? Anyway, when she turned eleven, Mommy bought her a special birthday present. Bet you can guess what it was now, can’t you? You’re right. It was a vibrator, and it was pink – like slim and about six inches long with this thing at the end that you could rotate to turn it on. But I’m sure you all know how to work one anyway. And when you turned it on it vibrated, and if you kept turning the thing at the end you could speed up the vibration. Wow, was it ever a cool present. Em just said ‘you mean a hot present, don’t you?’ Yeah, well, whatever.

Anyway, after she’d unwrapped it and stared at it with her mouth open wide – yeah, it was open wide, Em – Mommy said ‘well, are you going to try it?’ So she shook her head ‘no’ and put it back in the box. You believe that? Duh, no of course she didn’t – giggle. She immediately turned it on and held it to her cheek to feel the vibrations – and no, I don’t mean her butt cheek, at least, not yet anyway. I could hear it buzzing and couldn’t wait to get my hands on it too. But I had to wait ’cause, well it was her birthday after all. I knew I’d get my turn eventually. So I, well we, watched as she slowly moved it down from her face until the tip rested on one of her nipples – did I forget to say we were all naked? Well, we usually are around the house, or maybe just wearing panties or a thong sometimes – I’ll get to that in a bit, too.

She started varying the speed and we watched her nipple quickly change from being soft and puffy until it kinda wrinkled a bit and then got hard and pointy. So I knew it was turning her on. I snuck a look down at her pussy but she had her legs together so I couldn’t see if she was getting wet already, but I knew she must be.

“Feel good?” Mommy asked her, a sly smile on her face.

“Oh, Mommy, yes, and thanks for the great present,” Em told her. “I always wanted one, ever since I saw yours.” Em told me later that she’d accidentally seen Mommy using hers one evening and wondered what she was doing. Mommy was so wrapped up in playing that she hadn’t seen Em spying on her through the crack in her bedroom door. Em had been so curious about what she’d seen that a few days later, when Mommy was on the phone, she’d gone into our parents’ bedroom and searched until she found what she had been using on her pussy. She’d just managed to turn it on and feel it vibrate when she heard Mommy get off the phone, so she had to quickly return it to the drawer where she’d found it and sneak out from the room before Mommy could catch her.

“Well, what are you waiting for, sweetie. You know what to do to make yourself feel even better, don’t you?” Mommy had teased her, or challenged her if you like. Take your pick. Anyway she soon rose to the challenge and lowered the vibrator, pressing the tip against her mound and going ‘mmmmm,’ then sliding it down further until she hugged the length of it against her slit with both hands. The look on her face was priceless and she closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth turning up forming the beginnings of a smile, a smile that quickly broadened as the pleasure she was feeling from the vibrations built and throbbed through her body.

“Oh, Mommy, this is so wild,” she squeaked, and right away I knew I just had to get my hands on that thing. Or better yet, beg Mommy to get one for me too. Which she did eventually, but I’ll get to that some other time. That day Mommy showed her how to use it on her clit, which I helped her pop out by spreading her lips wide. She said it was so sensitive that she had to slow the speed down a bit ’cause it was almost too much for her. Then Mommy pushed her back so she was laying on the bed and had her pull her legs back so that she was wide open. I watched in amazement as she inserted the tip into Em’s pussy and carefully twirled it around, changing the speeds until my sister was actually trying to hump herself against it to make it go deeper. And very slowly it did.

Mommy started to actually fuck her with it, in and out, each time going a bit deeper until only an inch or so was left outside, just enough for Mommy to hold onto it and vary the speed. Each time it came out it was smeared with my sister’s creamy, shiny and slippery juices, clinging to it in little threads, and also starting to run down between her cheeks to her asshole, which I could see was starting to clench and unclench. This was the sign that she was nearly ready to cum and it wasn’t long before she yelled out with a screech that I’d never heard come from her before. Then she swore. “Oh, shit, fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, Mommeeeeee!” she cried. Then she just collapsed, flaked out on the bed, as Mommy slowly withdrew the vibrator, leaving her pussy gaping wide open before finally slowly closing up again. Her lips were red and swollen and just gleaming with her wetness. Mommy leaned over to kiss her on the mouth while I grabbed the vibrator from her hand and immediately stuck it into my own mouth, licking my sister’s cream from it, sucking and swallowing it down. It was so yummy.

Slowly Em started to recover and began to get this silly smile on her face, which made me giggle. “I think you had a real happy birthday, sis,” I told her, grinning at her and then at Mommy. I waved the vibrator in the air, teasing her by trying to keep it out of her reach, but Mommy was too fast for me. She grabbed it and handed it back to Em who held it tightly against her chest between her boobies – or where her boobies were just starting to grow – and closed her eyes once more. “Thanks for my new friend, Mommy,” she giggled. “I think I’m going to need lots of batteries.” And she did.

My turn with her new toy would come soon enough but I wanted to tell you about one of the other presents she got, and this time Mommy bought me the same thing because it was still three months to Christmas and almost another six months until my birthday. She knew I’d keep bugging her so she saved herself the aggravation from me (okay, she changed the word I used here when she read over what I’d written – wonder if you can guess what I wrote; starts with ‘b’ and ends with ‘g’ – giggle. If you can’t figure it out I’ll tell you at the end of the chapter). What Mommy bought her was a sexy thong, well three of them actually – and she got me three, too. And as soon as Em unwrapped hers she pulled one on to try it. That was after she’d recovered from her vibrator encounter and wiped herself off a bit. And, oh my god, did it ever look sexy on her. The one she tried on first was white, with the words ‘kiss me’ embroidered in red letters right over her pussy. It fit her perfectly and the string in the back slipped between her butt cheeks and was almost invisible. The second one she got was light pink with two bright red lips on the front and the third was red, shaped like a heart, with a thin, white lacy trim around it.

It was right after she opened this birthday present and tried on the first thong that Mommy, seeing how excited I was, handed me this pretty pink tissue bag and told me this was for me. I looked inside and pulled out three thongs that were identical to Em’s.

I screeched in delight. Right away I tried one on, the one that was light pink with the two bright red kissy lips on the front. I giggled and walked right up to my sister and rubbed my pussy against hers. “See,” I told her. “My lips are kissing you right where it says ‘kiss me’.” And we both burst out laughing and hugged each other. Since that day we almost always wear our thongs now instead of panties. I love the feeling that my ass is pretty well naked under my jeans or shorts, and especially under a skirt whenever we go out – and my skirts are kinda short too. Wink!

Wearing her thong to school also played a big part in Em’s getting a girlfriend – like, I mean a real girlfriend. And if you remember from chapter one, her name is Karen. She was a new girl at our school in my sister’s class that year. Her family had just moved into our neighbourhood that summer and she seemed pretty shy at first in making friends but Em started talking with her and they got to be good friends right away. She was about a month or so younger than Em and had her birthday on November 5th. My sister’s was September 19th, remember? Anyway, Em thought she was cute. They were about the same height and weight but Karen had long, dark hair and big, beautiful brown eyes in contrast to Em’s blonde hair and blue eyes. And yeah, I thought she was cute too, in case you’re wondering and we’d all had a few giggles together in the school yard at recess time.

The day after Em’s birthday Karen asked her at recess what she got for presents. They weren’t that close yet for Karen to have been invited to her birthday party but she was curious. As you’ll soon see, they were about to get very close – giggle. Anyway, my sister didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell her about the vibrator, but she did tell her about the thongs ’cause, well, some girls our ages were already wearing them anyway so it wasn’t really that wild. Em’s just reminding me what happened after she told Karen, just to make sure I get it all right.

So, when she told her, Karen grinned real big and then pulled a sad face saying how lucky my sister was because there’s no way her parents would ever let her wear a thong. They were just too prudish, she said. So then my sneaky sister got an idea – see, I’m not the only sneaky one in this family. Like I said, it was recess so Em suggested they go to the washroom so she could show her the thong if she really wanted, that is. She said she had to pee anyway. Anyway, Karen kinda looked a bit embarrassed but finally agreed so they went inside and squeezed together into a cubical. Em lifted up her skirt so Karen could take a look. She was wearing the red, heart-shaped one that day and she said Karen was wide-eyed when she saw it, saying it looked so pretty on her. Em turned around so she could show her the back and when she turned back again she noticed that Karen was blushing.

Pushing things further my sister then tugged her thong down and sat on the toilet, reminding Karen that she had to go pee. Karen made a move to leave but Em told her it was okay, she could stay and she kinda spread her legs a bit and she said Karen blushed even more as she tried hard not to look at my sister’s piss as it squirted into the bowl. Tried hard, but couldn’t tear her eyes away, Em said, giggling as she told me the story. It was then, as she was wiping her pussy, that my sister had a brainwave. She stood up and flushed, but instead of pulling up her thong she took it off and handed it to Karen. “Here,” she said. “Why don’t you try it on? It’s not fair that your mom won’t let you wear one so try mine,” she giggled.

Poor Karen, she didn’t know what to do, and looked so surprised at my sister’s offer and found herself unable to resist taking the thong from Em’s hand, all the while taking quick peeks at Em’s pussy, looking a bit confused as to why my sister was still holding up her skirt. “Go on,” Em urged her. You can wear it until recess this afternoon if you want,” she suggested. “We can trade and I’ll wear your panties.” And before Karen could respond Em knelt down in front of her, reaching up under her skirt and tugged her new friend’s plain, white panties down and helped her step out of them. Taking the thong from Karen’s hand she lifted her feet one by one and slowly pulled it up her legs and snugged it against her plump pussy which, Em noticed, was just a smooth slit with no sign of any inner labia peeking out like her own did. She then turned her around and slipped the lacy string tightly between Karen’s firm, round globes and finished by patting them, causing Karen to look back over her shoulder with a smile.

Turning her back again she tugged once more on the thong’s waistband to make sure the heart-shape was firmly fitted against Karen’s pussy and then with a giggle planted a quick kiss on it, surprising the hell out of her friend who jumped back a little, hitting her butt against the cubicle door. Em then grabbed Karen’s panties off the floor and quickly pulled them up tight, excited at the thought of wearing them for the next few hours. She knew when they switched back later in the day that they would probably be wet, in fact she’d make sure they were, and wondered what Karen’s reaction would be to that. She was also hoping her thong would be returned wet, too.

It turned out that both girls left their calling cards on each other’s undies that day, but it was only the first of many such times, and the beginning of a loving relationship that is still going on, and growing hotter and hotter every day.

Oh, and that word was ‘bitching.’ Did you guess?

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Jeneee

Hey, it’s me again with some more yummy stuff. I love the way that rhymes with mommy stuff, don’t you? And yeah, I’m sitting on my mommy’s lap again so she can correct me as I type, naked as usual. Only this time my sister is sitting beside us, watching and adding her two cent’s worth – giggle.

So, if you read the last chapter you know what happened between me and Em, to start us off on our loving ways I mean. (Aww, she just kissed me on the cheek.) You know we were doing that sixty-nine thing – that’s what Mommy says it’s called – that morning. When I found out that’s what it was called I said we got to do it sixty-eight more times and then start all over again. And since then I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve already started all over again, so you probably get the idea that we really love doing that with each other. And yeah, in case you are wondering, I do know why it’s called sixty-nine now.

Practice makes perfect, my mommy says, so we’ve practiced it so much that now I can actually feel my sister’s pussy pulsating – that’s Mommy’s word for it – I was gonna say vibrating, but we’ll get to vibrating later, wink. Anyway, as I was saying, I can actually feel her pussy pulsating on my fingers when she cums as I’m trying to push my tongue into her asshole as deeply as I can at the same time. She says the same thing about feeling my asshole pulsating on her finger when she licks my clitty to make me cum. I get so wild when her finger is in my butt as deep as she can get it until she runs out of finger, know what I mean?

Anyway, back to that morning. After we’d relaxed a bit on the bed, Mommy told us we’d better get up and go shower, and by then I had to pee so bad anyway, and so did Em, so we quickly made our way down the hall to the bathroom. Em got this sneaky look on her face when we got there and said we should shower together and save water. Mommy laughed and told us it was a good idea and might be fun, and then she went off to see what Johnnie was up to – he’s our brother, remember? He was three at the time and down in the family room playing.

Anyway I said okay to my sister’s suggestion and went to sit down on the toilet to pee. I bet you know what’s coming next, right? Well, you’re right ’cause she said to wait and pee in the shower, that’s what she was gonna do, and she pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water before I could say anything. Pee in the shower, I thought to myself? What a cool idea. Actually, I’d done that before, but thought I was being naughty, so I’d never mentioned it. Told you I could be a little devil. So I giggled, and jumped right in behind her, screeching because the water was still cold, and waited until she adjusted it. Then she pushed me toward the back of the tub so neither of us was under the shower water.

I was ready to pee, bursting in fact by then, but just before I started to let go she said she’d show me how to do it right. And she kinda hunched her hips forward and spread her pussy lips wide open, telling me to do the same thing. Otherwise, she said, my pee would just go everywhere and run down my legs. Big deal, I thought to myself. We’re in the shower so what difference did it make. But she insisted and because I couldn’t hold on much longer I did what she said and then just let go. I started to squirt like a hose as she watched, giggling, and then she did the same thing herself. It was so funny. Our streams crisscrossed back and forth and then some of hers landed on one of my thighs and felt so warm. I found that by pulling my lips wider and twisting around a bit I could aim my pee in different directions and hit her too. Pretty soon, though, we both ran out and ended up giggling and hugging each other.

As you’ve probably guessed by now that was just the start of our pee games together and since then we’ve varied it a lot so that sometimes I’m laying down in the tub while she stands over me and pees, sometimes even on my pussy while I’m pulling it open. And wow, does it ever feel good squirting hard against my little clitty. When I’ve done that to her in return, I’ve peed all over her – on her pussy and her boobies, and even got her face this one time. I was so surprised when that happened ’cause she opened up her mouth and some of my pee actually went in and, oh my god, she swallowed it. Said I tasted yummy. So since then we’ve done it like that lots and now I even love to kneel in front of her with my mouth open right against her pee hole as she spreads her lips and pisses right down my throat. I have to be real fast to gulp it all down but I’m getting pretty good at it now.

In the summer we even have pee games out in the back yard by the pool – ’cause our yard is private – but I’ll tell you more about that later. After that first day of pissing in the shower together I found out that she and Mommy had been doing that for a while by then, so it wasn’t long before Mommy joined in our games with us. Except it kinda got a bit crowded in the shower with all three of us. Crowded, but cosy. Know what I mean?

Anyway, after we’d finished peeing that first day we both got under the hot water and rinsed off, then soaped each other together. And that was fun, rubbing the creamy goop all over our bodies. As you can probably guess we didn’t do ourselves – I did her and she did me. And we kinda lingered over those special places, as if you couldn’t guess. I had her bend over so her butt was facing me and lathered her cheeks, spreading them as best I could since everything was so slippery. But I managed to get her all soaped up between her globes and ‘specially around her asshole. Then she did the same to me, paying a lot of attention to my butt, and at my insistence, sliding a soapy finger in as deeply as she could to make sure I was real clean inside. I loved it, but at the same time I started to feel this urge to poop so I had to hold on to it by clenching my insides. If you’ve ever had to do that you know what I mean. That day, after we rinsed off, I quickly got out of the tub and, even before I towelled down, I rushed to the toilet and let go, making several loud splashes in the water. Relief! But Em still remembers that experience and it’s caused her to be really wary now when she plays with my butt – I think I already mentioned that – she’s afraid I’ll have an accident one day while she’s, like, you know, fingering or licking me there – giggle – which of course, I won’t.

After I finished pooping and wiping myself, and flushing it all away, my sister turned up her nose at the smell and then complained that she’d probably wasted her time cleaning my butt so well ’cause it probably needed cleaning again now. I reminded her that whenever she pooped and wiped she considered herself clean, didn’t she? And she had to admit that she did, so I didn’t get back in the shower again to ask her for a repeat performance, which I really would have loved to do as you can probably guess. I told her she didn’t waste her time because what she did probably helped me to poop as much as I did anyway, and then I teased her by telling her that she was lucky she hadn’t bumped into any of my poo when her finger was in there so deep.

Mommy just said, “So enough with the poop already, get on to something else.” Yes, Mommy – giggle. (Squirming in her lap.)

So, let’s see, what happened next? After we finished with the shower and got all dried off we pulled on clean pairs of panties and went downstairs where Mommy was getting our breakfasts ready in the kitchen. We thanked her for not waking us up early and making us go to school. Yay, we had a day off! As we ate our eggs and drank our juice we could hear Johnnie in the family room, still playing with his trucks, and after we finished we went in to join him and watch cartoons on TV. We giggled seeing him crawling around on the floor and he looked so funny when he actually sat on one of his trucks which was pretty big and used his pudgy legs to push himself around the room, all the time going ‘wroom, wroom.’ He looked even funnier that day because he was naked and his little thingy – well, we called it his stiffy because that’s what it got sometimes, know what I mean? – was flopping around on top of the cab of the truck he was riding.

One of the cartoons we were watching that day had two sister squirrels fighting over a nut they had found and one of them was trying to grab it away from the other but having a hard time getting the other one to let go of it. So she pounced on her sister and started tickling her, causing fits of baby squirrel giggles – bet you didn’t know squirrels giggled, did you?

Anyway, Em started to get playful with me on the couch and knowing how ticklish I was she pounced on me like the squirrel had and began attacking my ribs, which doubled me up giggling, just like the squirrel. She wouldn’t stop and I was screeching, trying to grab her hands and squirming around like crazy on the couch, eventually ending up across her lap. Johnnie had pushed his way over to us for a front row seat, laughing away himself and soon Mommy came in, wondering what all the noise was about.

“You’re gonna make me pee if you don’t stop,” I managed to cry out between spasms, but that didn’t seem to help. And I almost did, too, but Mommy broke us up finally, laughing at both of us.

“Not smart to do that,” she told Em, “especially on a full tummy,” she added, waggling her finger at her. “Now kiss and make up.”

“Don’t you mean make out?” I giggled, looking slyly at mom, and then at my sister. I wasn’t mad at Em because we always had fun messing around like that anyway. Johnnie had ‘motored’ away now that the fun was over and, straightening myself up, still on my sister’s lap, I gave her a big kiss on her lips which she returned in kind. And we were soon necking away like the lovers we had become until Mommy went, “Hmmm, girls? Your brother might wonder what’s got into you.” Oh, poo, I thought to myself as we broke apart.

“If you really want to kiss like that you should go to your room,” she added, with another of those mommy- winks of hers. Em giggled and slipped her hand down between my thighs as she started to struggle under me to lift me off. She just couldn’t keep her hands off of me.

“And Em can show you another kind of kiss, if you like,” Mommy added with a smile. Another kind of kiss I wondered? Later I discovered this was also something Mommy and her had done a few times, but at the moment I was very curious, and we soon ended up in our bedroom again, Mommy staying behind to watch our brother. I was anxious to find out what this new kissing was all about because, after all, we’d already necked and kissed each other’s pussies, so what else could there be?

I soon found out, didn’t I? Em had me lay down on the bed, kind of on my side, and then told me to lift one of my legs up in the air. Then she slid in between my legs facing me, with her legs spread too. As a result, both our pussies kinda scrunched together, the crotches of our panties making contact. My sister giggled. “So now our other lips are going to kiss,” she explained, smiling at me. Then I realized what the new kissing was all about and right away started wiggling against her, grinning away like a kid with a new toy. I had to admit it felt great and I couldn’t help but reach down with one of my hands to the waistband of my panties and pull them up tighter so my pussy lips bulged out on either side of the material as we rubbed back and forth. She did the same so that our lips were now kissing directly and I felt the crotch of my panties becoming wetter and wetter as the excitement grew.

After a while the elbow I was resting on got a bit tired and I slowed down a little. It was then that Em suggested we take off our panties and try it naked. Didn’t have to say it twice, and giggling again, we both stripped off our now soggy undies and threw them on the floor, resuming our ‘tribbing,’ as she later told me it was called, only this time with me on my back, legs spread, hips off the bed, and my sister on her side, our crotches rubbing together again. Our wet and slippery pussies felt so yummy kissing each other and were now making kind of sticky noises as they rubbed. I could feel that tingling beginning in my tummy again and I rubbed even more furiously, knowing that I was going to cum soon. And oh my god, did I ever. Em stopped moving as I froze against her, feeling the waves of pleasure roll through me. She knew we would probably not cum together so like a good big sister she let me enjoy the moment, as I learned later that Mommy had done for her when they first tried it.

As I was regaining my breath and starting to recover, the bedroom door opened and Mommy looked in, smiling at what she saw as Em nodded to her that it had gone exactly as they had both expected. Without waiting for any sign from my sister I immediately knelt down between her thighs and began kissing and licking her sweet, now very swollen pussy, taking my time to work her up so that when she finally exploded I could hear her muffled moaning, like music to my ears, knowing I’d given her the same kind of pleasure she’d given me. And as I looked up I could see why it was muffled. Mommy had come over to the bed and, down on her knees, was necking with Em who’d reached her hands back around mom’s neck, pulling her tightly against her face.

I guess that qualified as the second threesome we had with Mommy. There were many more to come.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Jeneee

Hi everyone, it’s me again, and this time I’m sitting here at the keyboard on Mommy’s lap so she can help me with my spelling and stuff as I write. She says the last chapter had so many mistakes in it that it took her a long time to correct so maybe this way will work better. Only thing is we’re both naked – giggle – so I might get a little distracted, if you know what I mean. And in case you are wondering, Em is over at Karen’s, her girlfriend’s, so that gives me a chance to be alone with Mommy and write some more about us. Johnnie’s asleep in bed and Daddy’s away as usual. So, let’s see, where do I start from this time?

Well I might as well start where I left off (that’s what Mom just suggested).

So, after we made Mommy cum she cuddled us both close to her and told us how much she loved us, and now that I was in the picture, so as to speak, we could all be open with each other (and here she told me to tell you the pun was intended, whatever that means – giggle). We each took turns kissing her on her lips, and even tickling our tongues together – she said it’s called French kissing – and it started making me horny all over again.

And then I couldn’t believe it when she playfully slipped her hand down inside the back of my panties and started to finger my butt, just like I told you I sometimes did – remember? It felt so weird to have someone else do it to me but so yummy too ’cause her finger was a lot bigger than mine, so at first I thought it would really hurt when she kept pushing it in deeper and deeper, but it didn’t hurt at all. In fact it felt so hot. Soon she had it so far in me that I felt like I was pooping – know what I mean? But I wasn’t, of course. Instead I kissed her back harder and harder, my tongue going in and out of her mouth like it was a fish out of water. One of my hands began groping for her boob inside her nightie and I bumped into one of Em’s hands ’cause she was doing the same thing with Mommy’s other boob. I was now beginning to frantically rub my pussy against my mom’s hip, alternately thrusting my ass back against her hand trying to get her finger to go deeper and deeper inside me. But it wouldn’t go in any further – it was as far as it could go – all the way in. I still remember wishing her finger was even longer.

Then, just as I was starting to moan into her mouth, trying to urge her on I guess, it happened again. Only this time the feeling was unbelievable. My whole body started to vibrate. I could feel my asshole clenching and unclenching around her finger as waves and waves of pleasure wracked through my young body and then I didn’t care what happened to me. I just let go and exploded, gasping, out of control. Mommy told me afterwards that I was squeezing her boob so hard when I came that she thought I would never let go, and that my mouth was open so wide against hers as I tried to suck in air that it felt like I was trying to swallow her tongue. Guess I kinda got carried away. Apparently Em stopped what she was doing to Mommy so she could watch what was happening to me. She admitted being a little scared because I pretty well almost passed out. But Mommy wasn’t scared – she knew what had happened and I remember slowly coming down to earth again hearing her whispering softly in my ear. “Oh my sweet little girl,” she said, “you’re just like me, you had an anal orgasm. You’ll be okay baby. I know just how you felt.” And she stroked my hair waiting for my breathing to return to normal as Em looked on in wonder. That was when I really discovered how much I loved having my ass played with. Just like my mommy did, she told us afterwards.

Em is different from me that way. She does kinda like it too, but nowhere near as much as me. And she still needs her pussy played with and her clit licked to have a really good orgasm, and as far as playing with my asshole goes, or licking it – which drives me crazy – even though she will do it for me she is still a little reluctant (that’s Mommy’s word – giggle) ’cause she has this notion that I’m gonna accidentally lose control one day and actually poop on her. Which I’d never do, of course.

Anyway, here I go again getting ahead of myself. Back to that first night. After I recovered and Mommy had explained a few more things to me she realized it was getting so late, long after we should have been asleep, and she left me and my sister snuggled up together in Em’s bed while she went back to her own room for the rest of the night. Our panties had become so wet that we took them off and slept naked. And guess what? Since that night we’ve always slept together in the same bed – naked, of course. Mommy went out the next day and ordered us a bigger bed which was delivered a couple of days later so we’d be more comfortable and could spread out a little. But we still sometimes fall asleep with our arms around each other. I love my big sister so much and we are now pretty well inseparable. Even our daddy knows, but just shrugs it off as a phase we are going through. Think again, Daddy – giggle.

The only time we don’t sleep together in the same bed is when her girlfriend is here for a sleepover – but that’s another story for later.

The next day was a school day but we didn’t wake up in time and Mommy decided to let us sleep in and skip school. She had to get up to feed Johnnie who was three then and awake at his usual time and after he was fed and happily playing with his trucks – his wroom-wrooms, as he called them – she came into our room to check on us. We were still sleeping so she left us alone and made a second cup of coffee for herself. But I’d heard the bedroom door close as she’d left and opened my eyes in a daze, and suddenly everything started coming back to me when I realized I was not in my own bed. I looked over at my sister who was snoring away and giggled – remember? I told you before that she snored.

As I replayed in my mind everything that had happened the night before, my hand automatically found its way down to my pussy, which felt a little tender but was surprisingly wet. I caressed it softly, picturing my mom’s finger in my butt, and began to get that familiar tingle in my tummy. Suddenly, “You at it again?” I jumped, not having noticed my sister had stopped snoring, and turned to see her smiling face peering at me. “You’re pussy’s beginning to like all the attention it’s getting, isn’t it?” she teased.

“Well, you should know,” was all I could think of saying, as I pulled my hand away a little embarrassed for some reason or other.

“You don’t have to stop on my account, you know,” she giggled. “Or maybe you’d like me to do it for you?” she half taunted. And without waiting for an answer she slipped her hand down over my tummy, cupping my mound with her palm and snaking a finger between my plump, tender labia which were now even wetter than before. “Oh,” she smiled, “my dear little sister is soaking down there. Does this feel good?” And she hooked the tip of a finger down so that it poked inside my vagina. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations that were beginning to intensify from her wriggling finger tip as I thrust my hips up from the bed.

“Oh, yes. You really like that, don’t you?” she teased once more. “How about this?” and her fingertip, now slippery wet from my juices, slid up to the little bud at the top of my pussy and flicked it back and forth. I groaned, quickly moving one of my hands down between her legs, feeling them spread for me as I found her pussy, soaking wet just like mine. I’d seen her naked before many times of course, but this was the first time I’d ever touched her and it was a moment we’d both never forget. Two sisters, fingering each other’s pussies – I still think about it as one of the most sensual, loving, intimate (Mommy’s trying to help me find the right word) moments of our lives. But it was about to get even more intimate.

“Want to try something that feels even better?” Em whispered in my ear. How could anything get better than this? I thought, but nodded yes. She pushed the covers off of us and, still fingering me, lowered her head to my chest and kissed one of my nipples. Then kissed it harder and sucked on it, flicking her tongue gently back and forth over the hardening point. My tummy tingled even more. Then, getting up so she was kneeling beside me so that my hand fell away from her pussy, she kissed me lower, slowly sliding her tongue down over my ribs to my tummy, licking my belly button – which made me giggle a little. But she wasn’t finished. Still lower she went until I suddenly realized where she was going.

Oh, she’s going to…mmm, and before I knew it she was there. Her soft tongue on my mound, sliding down slowly until it reached my nub – my clit, and oh, it felt unbelievable, flicking it up and down, from side to side, covering it with her soft lips as she licked me, fingers spreading my labia, tongue reaching lower to dip into my opening, then back up again. I was in heaven once more. I pushed up against her, lifting my butt off the bed. Then she swung one of her legs over my body and lowered herself over me. I opened my eyes and saw her cute butt staring me in the face and immediately knew what to do. Reaching up, I grasped her hips and pulled her down so that her pussy was over my mouth, her asshole winking at me from above. And I plunged in, licking her like a starving animal as she continued to pleasure me. Her pussy tasted so delicious, her sweet creamy juices flowing steadily from her into my mouth. I couldn’t resist sliding my tongue up to her wrinkled asshole and sampling the earthy taste, loving it, spreading her cheeks to dip my tongue in as far as I could. Her moaning encouraged me and I pulled her butt tightly against my face as I tried to slide my tongue in even further. She bucked against me, dislodging my tongue so that it once again found her pussy, then her clit.

We were now both so close that we didn’t hear the bedroom door open, or see our mom come in and lean against the door watching us, her hand busy inside her panties. Suddenly we both exploded together, muffled screams of joy filling the air as we experienced one of the most intimate moments of our young lives. As I slowly started to recover I found myself gazing up at my sister’s beautiful butt and swollen pussy lips, gleaming with moisture and thought it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. Then I noticed Mommy, staring at us, smiling lovingly, her hand still in her panties, but not moving anymore, content to see her little girls expressing their own love for each other.

It was a while before Em finally recovered enough to look up, back at me, and then over at Mom whom she hadn’t realized was there. “Oh, Mommy,” she said. “It was every bit as good as you said it would be.”

It was then that I realized both of them knew what would eventually happen between us. It had just happened a little sooner than they’d expected. I soon found out that Em and Mommy had been secretly playing together for a while, fervently hoping that I’d eventually be able to join them. The previous night and that morning meant that time had finally arrived.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2011 }

Hi everyone. My name is Brit. Well it’s Brittany really but everyone calls me Brit, or Britty sometimes, so you can, too, if you like. I’m nine years old and my mommy said it was okay for me to tell you all about me. And about her, too, of course. If you’d like to hear, that is. I’m not very good yet with writing and my spelling sux – or should that be ‘sucks?’ See what I mean?

Anyway, Mommy says she will fix my spelling and anything else that needs fixing, before we send this story in for all you sexy people who like reading about little girls my age, and what we do for naughty fun. But she says you probably already know what we do for fun anyway, but that you’d still love hearing more about me – and her. Oh, and also hearing about my big sister who is thirteen. And she has a girlfriend, too, who just turned thirteen this month. Her name is Karen. And my sister’s name is Emily, but we all call her Em for short. She’s also thirteen. Her birthday was a few months ago and we all had a great party for her and I might tell you about that sometime, too. So that pretty well covers everybody (bet you wish you could uncover everybody – giggle) except for my lil brother of course. He’s only six and kinda cute as lil brothers go, if you know what I mean. His name is Johnnie.

Oh yes, in case you were wondering, me and Em and Johnnie, we have a daddy too. Well, like I guess everyone has a daddy so that’s no big surprise, but he lives with us only on weekends and that’s because he’s a busy lawyer and works in the big city a long way away so he can’t drive home every night and has his own apartment where he sleeps near his office. So it’s just us ‘girls’ all week – giggle. And Mommy likes being one of the girls, if you know what I mean. Even if she’s old – giggling some more – she’s thirty- three so I know that sounds real old. And she just swatted my backside for calling her old. So as you might have guessed I’m now standing at the keyboard with my panties down around my ankles and a slightly stinging butt. Well, only slightly stinging ’cause it was all in fun and she kissed it for me afterwards anyway. Mmmm. That’s my mommy. And I’ll tell you more about that too sometime, ’cause I like having my butt kissed, and…well you’ll just have to wait to hear more. Wink!

I can be a little devil at times, she says. But I know she still loves me and my sister. She calls us both precocious, and yeah, she had to spell that one for me. And she made me look it up in the dictionary so I’d know what it means. She’s a good teacher, and I don’t mean only with writing and stuff. She’s taught us lots about everything. And we love to learn, too. Especially about sex and stuff like that – bet you knew that was coming, didn’t you? Giggle.

But I suppose I should start at the beginning then, right? Well in the real beginning there was nothing ’cause I wasn’t born yet, so maybe I don’t mean the beginning like that, but the beginning as far as I can remember when fun things started to happen to me. And I’m talking about the fun things that I know you want to read about [sticks tongue out at you] as if you all didn’t know what I meant all along.

Me and my sister, she’s Em, remember? Well, me and her, we share a bedroom and when I was six – that would make her nine – I remember hearing her come to bed some nights and soon after she’d climbed under the blankets her bed would start shaking. Like, her headboard would be rattling against the wall making all sorts of noises. I always had to go to bed earlier than her ’cause I was younger – that suxs too – I mean sucks (thanks, Mommy) and I know she thought I was asleep, which sometimes I guess I was, so I probably missed a lot too. But when I wasn’t asleep yet I got so curious about all the noises and peeked at her with half-opened eyes, not that I could see much in the dark. But I could see enough that I knew she was doing something under the covers ’cause they were moving up and down. I could hear her breathing hard and then moaning and suddenly everything stopped and she was quiet again. Then she’d roll over and pretty soon I could hear her snoring. Yes, she snored, and I giggled when I heard her. I wondered if I snored too when I was asleep.

Anyway, one night I couldn’t take it anymore and pretended that I’d just woken up, or really that she’d woken me up with all her noises, and I sat up in bed as she was moaning and the headboard was rattling against the wall, and I complained that she’d woken me up.

“What are you doing, making all that noise?” I asked. “You woke me up,” I bitched at her. I remember she jumped, and suddenly everything stopped and she said I was imagining things and to go back to sleep. I played the concerned little sister and jumped up, crossed over to her bed and lay down beside her. “Are you okay?” I asked, snaking my arm around her shoulder. “You sounded, I dunno, kinda funny, like you’re not feeling well or something.” Told you Mommy said I was a little devil, didn’t I?

“I’m OK,” she muttered. “Now go back to your bed and sleep.”

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Mommy poked her head in. “I thought I heard talking in here. What are you two still doing up this late?” she asked us.

“Em was making funny noises and woke me up,” I lied – well, lied about the waking me up bit anyway. “I thought maybe she was sick or something,” I told her.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mommy asked Em.

“Mommy!” Em replied, in a bit of a scolding tone, and I thought I detected a bit of ‘you know I am’ in her response. Hmmm, I wondered. There’s something going on here that they know about but I don’t. See? I may be a bit of a devil, but I’m a smart one too – giggle.

And then, to my complete surprise my mom came over to Em’s bed, which I was still laying on beside her with my arm around her – remember? And she whispered in her ear just a little too loudly, as she bent over us, “You know she’s going to find out eventually, don’t you?” And I kinda think she wanted me to hear that – which later proved to be correct.

“Find out, what?” I pounced, thinking nobody’s gonna keep secrets from me.

“Mommy, no!” Em exclaimed again, now seeming to be embarrassed, so now I was really curious. I looked up at my mom who was still leaning over us, so much so that I could see down the front of her nightie, thanks to the extra light shining into the room from the partly open door. I couldn’t help noticing her boobies, just hanging there, and I giggled.

“I can see your titties, Mommy,” I smirked, feeling Em trying to stifle a laugh as her body jerked beside me. I’d seen them many times before, of course, but I was just being saucy. And in case you were wondering, and I’m sure you were, I loved seeing them. I thought they were so beautiful, and I always marvelled at the way her nipples changed shape from soft and puffy mounds to sharp, hard points. I know I used to suck on them when I was a baby to drink her milk, but sometimes I had the urge to do it again, especially when they got hard like that. Anyway, more about that later, too. Back to what happened next…

“So, is someone going to tell me what’s going on here?” I demanded. “‘Cause I know something is, you can’t fool me, ya know,” I challenged.

“Mommy?” Em repeated, although this time it sounded more like a question. Oh goody, I thought. Maybe I’m going to find out something after all.

“Did you finish?” my mom asked her quietly. Finish what? I wondered, now holding my breath to see what my sister said.

“No,” she breathed barely audibly in reply, slowly pulling her knees up to her chest under the covers.

“Do you need to?” my mother persisted, reaching over to place her hand on top of mine as it still rested on Em’s shoulder.

“Mmmm,” my sister half whimpered, and I could feel her nodding her head.

“Well, don’t be shy then, do it,” Mommy said, squeezing her hand tightly over mine causing me to squeeze Em’s shoulder in turn.

My sister’s legs straightened once more as she rolled partly over onto her back looking up at Mom. “But what about her?” Em asked, glancing from Mom’s face to mine in the dim light.

“What do you mean what about me?” I asked, now bursting with curiosity. “What do you have to finish, Em?” I asked, staring at her as I felt one of her hands move slowly down her body beneath the bed clothes. Then my mother surprised me, and I’m sure Em too, by grabbing the top of the blanket and rolling it sideways off of my sister so that it then mostly covered me (I was still snuggled up beside her but on top of the covers – remember?) But at the same time it completely exposed Em who suddenly froze like a deer in the headlights revealing to both of us that her hand was now buried deeply inside the top of her panties.

“Good girl,” Mommy said with a smile. “Just keep going and don’t mind us.” As Em’s eyes closed once more her hand started moving again inside her panties. Now, remember, I was only six, but I wasn’t clueless – giggle. I’d kinda found out by then how nice my own pee pee felt sometimes when I touched it. And yes, I’d explored it a bit too by then – what girl doesn’t? And I’d discovered my lips down there used to get a bit wet and slippery after I’d felt around for a while, and my tummy sort of tingled, too. And don’t laugh that I called it my pee pee ’cause that’s what my mommy used to call it when I was a little girl, mainly because that’s where your pee comes from. Now, of course, I know it’s called my pussy and a few other names I’ve heard – but I’m sure you’ve heard them all too so I won’t repeat them here – and I now know that a lot more than just pee comes from it. Told you I wasn’t clueless.

Oh, and in case you are wondering – which you probably are – I did taste my finger after it got kinda sticky after I rubbed my pussy. Tasted yummy, if you ask me, maybe a bit like pee sometimes, but not a lot. Oh, and one more thing. I also stuck my finger into my butt hole to see what it was like in there. I really liked to explore my body. It was a bit tight at first until I learned that if my finger was wet it would go in further, so I tried it after I’d got it sticky and slippery from my pussy. And guess what? It went in much easier and a lot deeper than I thought it would. It felt kinda funny at first but then after a while it felt great. I’d wondered if it would end up touching any poop in there, but it never did. And now that I’m nine years old I really love fingering my asshole – giggle – that’s what I call it now. But more about that later. Think you can wait?

Anyway, back to Em who was still fingering herself inside her panties laying beside me. Mommy did something real hot next. She reached over me and grabbed the top of Em’s panties and started tugging them down her legs. And wow, now I could see my sister’s finger really going to town on her pussy, twirling around and around at the top of it, you know, where that little bump is. Mommy tugged them lower and lower until eventually they were around her ankles, and then she just pulled them off altogether. Em was whimpering as she rubbed herself and now that her ankles were free she spread her legs wider and bent her knees up so her feet were flat on the sheet and her other hand now grabbed one of her ass cheeks and pulled it to the side so her pussy kinda opened up a bit. Mommy beckoned for me to get up from the bed and stand beside her. Didn’t have to tell me twice – giggle. I was so excited.

In the light coming into the bedroom from the open door I could see my sister’s pussy much better now. She’d spread it open as she continued to rub at the top and as I watched, she’d dip a finger in between her lips so that it would become even more wet and slippery so she could rub her nub – hey, that rhymes – giggle. She was so wet down there now and I could see her pussy gleaming in the light as she began to rub herself even harder and faster.

Mommy was standing behind me now and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Isn’t that beautiful, sweetie?” she asked. I nodded, leaning back into her. I then realized I was beginning to feel that tingle in my tummy that I told you I got sometimes when I explored it myself in bed at night. As I continued to watch Em play I suddenly felt my mommy reach one of her hands down around the front of me and cup it gently over my own pussy outside my panties. “Oh, Mommy,” I moaned. “What are you doing?” She didn’t reply but instead pressed a finger through the silky thin material of my panties so that it kinda slipped in between my pussy lips, which I knew were now getting so wet.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded again and kinda pushed my pussy out as she pressed into me. My panties were getting wetter and wetter and I felt so good, even better than when I’d explored myself. As I watched my sister I saw her pull aside one of her pussy lips and actually slide a finger inside herself. That looked so hot! At the same time I felt Mommy pull aside the crotch of my panties and start to play with my naked pussy, sliding her finger between my puffy wet lips and rubbing me just like Em was fingering herself. It was almost like Mommy wanted me to feel exactly what Em was feeling, and she was almost copying exactly what my sister was doing to herself, but on me, so that I would. If my sister was feeling the same as what I was, she must have been in heaven, because that’s what it felt like. Instinctively I reached my hand down to cover my mom’s and pressed it hard against me where I knew it would feel even better. It was like I was using her hand to masturbate myself – and yes, I soon learned that was the word for what we were doing.

It wasn’t long before Em suddenly raised her butt off the bed high into the air and kinda let out a screech. I soon found out she’d had an orgasm and with Mommy’s help it wasn’t long before I joined her. It was so wild. I never thought anything could ever feel that good and I almost collapsed on the floor as the waves rolled through me – I would have if Mommy hadn’t been holding onto me.

Afterwards, we all lay on Em’s bed together. It was a tight squeeze with me and my sister on either side of Mommy. She kissed us both and told us she was so proud of her little girls – well, not so little anymore, she laughed. “You’re both growing up so fast,” she said. It turns out that Mommy had known for a while that Em had been playing with herself at night because she’d fallen asleep with her hand tucked inside her panties many times. Mommy had noticed this when my sister was only eight years old when she’d come in to kiss us goodnight before she went to bed. So she’d finally talked about it to Em, who was a bit embarrassed at first until Mommy told her it was natural and she could do it whenever she had the urge, except in public of course – giggle. And then the lessons had begun, with Mommy showing Em how she did it herself – and yes, my mommy masturbates too, as if you hadn’t guessed. Soon they were doing it together and even did it to each other a few times. Em told me it felt even better when Mommy did it to her and now I knew exactly what she meant.

Anyway, Mommy knew that Em played with herself now almost every night but was also scared that she’d wake me up since she often had a hard time doing it quietly – a friend of Em’s has recently told her she should bite her pillow when she cums if she wants to do it quietly – but that’s another story – giggle. So Mommy decided it was time for me to find out what it was all about so that Em could be a little more open and also so that I could start to learn, even though I was only six at the time.

So, that’s what happened that first night when everything finally came out in the open. After Mommy finished explaining it all, mainly for my benefit I guess, me and Em both kissed her on the cheek and as we did my sister winked at me. Sneaky me suddenly realized what that wink was all about and before Mommy could stop us we both quickly slid one of our hands down inside her nightgown and into her panties. Before she could object Em leaned over and kissed Mommy on the mouth as together we found her pussy, absolutely soaked, and soon gave her what she said was the bestest ever – that’s what she said – orgasm she’d had in her life. That made us so proud. It was so hot for me to feel my mommy’s pussy, and even to get several of my small fingers inside her as Em rubbed her nub, which I soon found out was called a clitoris, or clit for short. She soon exploded, much as Em had, lifting her butt in the air off the bed as she screeched out loud.

And yes, in case you are wondering, I licked my fingers which were coated with her creamy, sticky pussy juices, and she tasted so yummy.

Since that night, lots more has happened. But that’s for another time, if you want to hear it, that is – as if you don’t – giggle.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cassandra Blue

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

Rhonda gasped as she lost control of her car on the slippery road. She veered off the pavement, over the shoulder, and down into the ditch, where the car finally stopped, lodged in a pile of snow. Rhonda kept her hands on the wheel and leaned forward, taking a breath, resting her head on her hands, waiting for her heart to stop pounding. Great! Now what? But she was alive and in one piece. That didn’t really make up for the fact that she had no cell phone. She was one of a handful of people she knew who had no cell phone, and she had good reasons for not having one, though she couldn’t remember them as she sat in her car, looking out at the winter storm.

Well, if there was any consolation, she was only three or four blocks from her boyfriend Ray’s house. She felt better going there than knocking on some stranger’s door. And she did have a key, just in case he wasn’t home. The problem was getting there. Under different conditions, walking four blocks would have been nothing, but to walk them in this shit! And that was if she could get herself out of the car, out of the ditch, and through the deep snow to the nearest side street without breaking a leg. Rhonda was wearing boots but she was also wearing a dress, and not much in the way of a coat, and she had no gloves. It was also dark outside, and she hoped she wouldn’t get hit by some other poor soul sliding off the road.

There was nothing she could do but try, so the thirty-five-year-old woman shut off her engine, put her keys in her purse, buttoned up her coat, and opened her door. The icy gust hit her, stinging her everywhere there was bare skin, as she left the car. She climbed out, shut the door, and looked up through the blinding snow at the road. No one had stopped, was stopping, or was going to stop. Fuck you all, she said, between trembling lips. She found her footing and trudged though the snow, sinking in past her boots so that the snow stung her through her pantyhose. She was freezing anyway, so it didn’t matter. The gust was so strong, she might as well have been naked. She found her way to the first side-street, a walk of about fifty yards, and she at last found pavement under her feet. Stomping to get the snow off her boots and legs, she then, with eyes tearing from the cold, started the careful walk toward Ray’s house.

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Her black hair was long, like a cloak about her shoulders and down her back. Her t-shirt was black and her jeans were black and her feet were bare, with the toenails painted black.

Her face was dark with full, coral-red lips speaking into the cordless phone as she lay on the couch in high lamplight, petite and slender, all of fourteen years old, nearly fifteen. Her name was Kathryn.

“My dad called a while ago,” she said into the phone. “He’s stuck in Indy for the night. He got a hotel room. Leaves me here all by myself. Don’t suppose there’s any way you can get over here in this fucking snow, is there? Well, I can think about you, right? Are you cozy? I wish I was there, or you were here. Oh, you know I would. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.” Her jeans were already unbuttoned, and Kathryn slipped her hand down inside the front of them, pressing her fingers against the warm and wetness inside her panties. “Oh, yeah, it’s hot, Robbie, like a blue flame…”

The doorbell rang, startling Kathryn, but she easily recovered, getting up off the couch and moving to the railing of the stairs that led to the front door. “Someone’s at the fucking door, Robbie. I don’t know, baby, but I’ll keep you on the line in case it’s some sort of vicious serial killer, okay?” She laughed, stepping down to the door and looking out through the small windows that flanked the doorway. “Shit, it’s Rhonda.”

Rhonda was just going for her keys when the door opened and she stood, her blonde hair dishevelled, covered with snow from head to toe, shivering, and Kathryn opened the storm-door for her. Rhonda stepped into the warm house and hugged herself. Rhonda closed the door behind herself as Ray’s daughter stepped quickly back up the stairs.

“Listen, Robbie, I gotta go,” Kathryn said softly. “I don’t know, but she’s got icicles hanging off of her. Yeah, I love you, too.” Kathryn hit the off button and set the phone down and turned to Rhonda. “Hi, Rhonda. What happened? Couldn’t make it home?”

“I went off the road into a ditch,” Rhonda told her, and the girl’s smile faded. “I walked all the way.”

“Oh, shit,” Kathryn said. “Well, take off your coat and boots and come on up.”

“Where’s your dad?”

“Stuck in Indianapolis for the night.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” Rhonda said. She walked up the stairs and met Kathryn at the top. Rhonda was a petite woman herself, and the two were eye to eye as the young girl handed her a towel.

“It’s my dad’s weekend. My school’s two blocks away, so I just walked here.”

“Thanks for the towel,” Rhonda said, drying her hair with it. “God, what a storm, huh?”

“Yeah. You okay?”

“Now that I’m here. Can I get a phone book and use your phone?”

“Be my guest.”

*****

The kitchen was warm. Kathryn, or “Kat” to her friends and family, set a cup of coffee in front of Rhonda.

“It’s too bad they can’t get to your car until late,” Kat said, “but just the same, it’s okay with me if you hang out here for the night.”

“Really? I didn’t think you liked me.”

“Oh, that bullshit’s for my dad’s benefit. He takes me every other weekend and expects us to be best friends. But I like you just fine. You talk to me like a person. Want something a little stronger in your coffee?”

“Like what?”

“Bourbon. That’s what I’m putting in mine.”

“Kat!”

“Why not? It’s not like I’m a teenage alky or anything like that. You want some or not?”

“Yeah,” Rhonda smiled. “Why not?”

Kat poured out some of Rhonda’s coffee and tipped the bottle of bourbon over the cup. She poured some in her own cup and then stirred both. She brought them to the table and sat down close to Rhonda. They each took a healthy sip.

“Mmmm,” Rhonda said, “that’s a good feeling.”

“Yes, it is. So, what do you want to do tonight? I can cook a frozen pizza, we can each take a hot bath, and we can take our drinks out to the TV and watch a movie.”

“Sounds great, but I’ve got no clothes.”

“You’d fit in mine, I’m sure.”

“I’d feel funny doing that. Do you have anything less ‘goth’?”

“I have a silky nightgown and robe that I’ve never worn, some shit my dad bought me to be more lady-like. I don’t even wear nightgowns. I sleep in the nude.” Rhonda laughed and shook her head. She could already feel a little buzz from the spiked coffee. Kat got up and turned on the oven and took a pizza out of the freezer. “Sausage and mushroom okay?”

“Sure,” Rhonda smiled.

*****

Fed, bathed and dry, wearing Kat’s nightgown and robe and sitting very comfortably in one corner of the couch, Rhonda took a sip of her drink, still bourbon but the coffee had been traded in for Sprite. She was buzzed, but better for having eaten. Kat was still in her black clothes, sitting at the other end of the couch. They were watching “Fried Green Tomatoes,” but not watching very closely. They were enjoying each other’s company, talking about the movie, about the characters, and about other things.

“Are you warm enough?” Kat asked Rhonda. “I could get you a blanket.”

“I’m fine, sweetie,” Rhonda said. “You sure are nice to be with. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed with someone.”

“I like being with you too,” Kat said. “It makes up for the fact that my girlfriend Robbie couldn’t come over tonight. I woulda been all by myself.”

“How about boyfriends? You have one?”

“No. I’m really not into boys… I mean, not right now.”

“Healthy attitude. No need to rush into all that stuff.”

Kat looked down at her black toenails. She looked over at Rhonda. The woman was very pretty. She looked very attractive in the nightgown and robe her legs were shapely and smooth. She smiled, her dark eyes widening a bit, and then she bit her lip.

“Rhonda, can you keep a secret?”

“Sure.”

“You aren’t one of those ‘holier than thou’ people, are you? You’re pretty open-minded, right?”

“I like to think so. What is it?”

“Um… I don’t know if I’ll ever be into boys. I mean, I… I like girls.”

A warm tingle crept over Rhonda’s body as she sat looking at Kat. It was not a reaction she would have ever expected from herself, a giddy sort of feeling, in a way aroused by the thought of this young girl kissing another girl.

“You mean, you’re attracted to… girls?”

“Yes, and I’ve… I’ve been with a girl, too. My girlfriend Robbie and I, we’re lovers.”

“Hm, and how long has this been going on?”

“Since we were twelve, but before that, really. I mean, I remember us touching each other when we were nine. One of us would close our eyes and the other would pretend to be the boy, and then, after a while, we just stopped pretending.” Kat sat very quiet then. “Well, Rhonda, what do you think?”

“I think…” Rhona sighed, “I’m pretty buzzed.”

“Yeah? And I think you’re pretty… pretty.”

Rhonda, in the middle of a sip, choked a little, but recovered.

“Oh, yeah?”

“As a matter of fact, I think you’re beautiful.”

Rhonda blushed like a schoolgirl, and shifted a little bit on her seat, feeling tingly and uneasy. She smiled, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Kat said. “I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No, Kat,” Rhonda said. “I’m just buzzed and you’re taking me by surprise. But you’re so dammed honest, I like it. You just say what you’re thinking. That’s hard for most people. It’s hard for me.”

“Well, I’m going to take my hot bath now,” Kat said. “Would you like to keep me company in the bathroom, or are you into the movie?” Kat looked into Rhonda’s widened blue eyes. “I’d close the shower curtain.”

“Um, yeah, I’ll come and keep you… keep you company.”

*****

Rhonda sat on the toilet seat, sipping her drink as Kat moved about in the tub inside the shower curtain. She could see the faint outline of the young girl through the semi-transparent plastic.

“Rhonda, would you do me a favor and wash my back?”

Rhonda sat very still, holding her glass and blinking her eyes. She turned and set down the drink by the sink and moved to kneel on the floor, pulling back the curtain. Her eyes clouded over as she looked upon the sight before her, Kat reclining in the tub, the front of her beautiful young naked body completely in view. Rhonda stared in awe of Kat. She could not avert her gaze. It was strong, the desire to look. The light reddish-brown skin, so smooth and perfect, so even about the girl’s shapely body, was breath-taking. Kat smiled.

“You know, I wasn’t really ready, Rhonda,” she said. She sat up and leaned forward, handing Rhonda the soap. Rhonda took the bar and began to soap the girl’s silky-smooth back. “So, Rhonda,” Kat said softly, “do you think I’m pretty?”

“You are…” Rhonda said, hesitating, “the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”

“Wow. That’s quite a thing to say.”

Both woman and girl were silent as Rhonda washed Kat’s back, then Kat lay back in the water and Rhonda remained there, staring once again, her eyes on the girl’s breasts, small but with big, dark nipples, stiff from the reaction of water and air. She started to hand back the soap, but Kat did not reach for it. Instead, she allowed herself to float just above the surface of the water.

“Wash my front, too?” Kat smiled gently. “It’s so much nicer when someone else does it.”

Rhonda hesitated, but finally reached over and began to soap up the girl’s neck, shoulders, and then moved lower, closing on on the girl’s pert little tits. She soaped them up, trying to pretend it was just business as usual, but all the while feeling a strong tingle between her legs, one that she tried to stifle but would not go away. It was something she had not felt for a long time, that tingle. Never with Ray, never without her pussy being touched.

“Use your hands, not just the soap,” Kat said softly.

Rhonda looked into Kat’s dark eyes. They seemed to see right in to hers and through them, to her thoughts. She set aside the soap and wet her hands and placed them on the girl’s breasts, rubbing the soap all around. The nipples pressed against her palms as she basically was fondling Kat’s beautiful young tits, the soap only a buffer to kid herself that she was only bathing the girl. Reaching for the soap, she began to lather the girl’s flat brown tummy and then dropped the soap, her hands trembling suddenly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’d better do the rest yourself,” Rhonda smiled, laughing it off. “Don’t want to… um… go too far…”

“And what would be wrong with that?” Kat asked her, taking the woman’s hand and pressing it to her own cheek, caressing it.

“You’re fourteen years old, and I’m thirty-five. I shouldn’t even be bathing you. I mean, you’re not a young child.”

“No,” Kat smiled, “I’m not.”

Rhonda got up off the floor, feeling a little dizzy, and picked up her drink. She turned to the door and opened it.

“If you want to be with me tonight,” Kat said, “if you change your mind, just light the candles on the coffee table and turn out the light. If you don’t, that’s okay.”

Rhonda turned, still trembling, and gazed upon the beautiful young body. She watched Kat soap herself between the legs and watched the girl’s shapely brown legs stretch, toes pressed to the tiles at either side of the faucet.

“You know, tonight could be beautiful,” Kat said tenderly, “and no one ever has to know.”

Rhonda slipped out into the hallway and eased the door closed. She stood in the hallway and looked down into her glass. She walked to the kitchen and put the glass in the sink. She took her cup from earlier in the evening and filled it with coffee. She took the cup with her to the living room, sat down on the couch, and looked at the candles that stood at either end of the coffee table. On the TV, the movie was still going. Blanche was on the bed, dying, and Idgie was telling that story about the ducks taking the frozen lake with them to the next county.

A tear ran down Rhonda’s cheek. She reached for her purse and looked inside. She found a book of matches. She struck one and lit it and reached for the first candle, setting the wick aflame.

Continue on to Part Two