Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

We huddled together in the dark, me and my new best friend, Hannah Jones, alone in her bedroom, inside her bed. I could barely see a thing, only the faintest outline of her delicate features. But I could feel the warmth of her. She was very close to me. Our bodies weren’t quite touching, but almost. And I could smell her… a faint aroma of perfume, of sweat, of girlish excitement.

For several moments, neither of us said a word. We just lay there, slowly inhaling, exhaling, gazing at one another. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I could see Hannah better, those big brown eyes, her wide mouth, her pointed chin. Her lips were moist, as were mine.

She shifted slightly closer and I thought we were going to kiss, but then she whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“You told me, um, that you masturbate, right? Play with yourself?”

“Sure, I do,” I nodded, “a lot, almost every night before I go to sleep.”

“Me too,” she said, “and sometimes in the shower. Or, um, other times, when I’m in here alone, just thinking about things.”

“I know, I do that too.”

“I think about Miss Firth, and I get excited,” Hannah whispered, “or, um… or I think about you.”

There was a soft rustling sound. The bed was moving slightly. I suddenly realized that Hannah was masturbating now, that she had a hand between her legs. Excellent! I’d been wondering if I would have to suggest it, but she’d already started.

To get it out in the open, to make the idea more tangible and more arousing, I said, “Are you touching yourself? Your pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” she grinned. “Or my fanny, as we call it over there.”

I pushed a hand down, inside my own panties. My cunt was a sloppy mess. I wondered if Hannah was as wet as I was. “Is it okay of I, uh, if I do it too?” I asked.

“Of course, if you want to,” she said. “But um, have you ever done it this way before? With another girl, I mean?”

“Yeah, I have,” I nodded. (The understatement of the year!) “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t. Well… not when anybody knew. Sometimes, though, when Lindsey’s in here with me, I’ve done it after she falls asleep. Is that bad?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Why would it be bad? Masturbating is normal, everybody does it.”

My hand was moving fast around my clit. It felt big and fat under my fingers, slippery with my juices. As I squeezed it, a shudder ran through me, a pre-climax. A tiny whimper escaped my lips.

“You think everybody does it?” Hannah said. “Like Miss Firth too?”

I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to hold on, to keep talking with my friend. I was surprised at how quickly I’d brought myself right to the edge.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m sure she must. Everybody does.”

“I guess… um, when we were, before we moved, sometimes I could hear my mum, in her room, doing it, you know? She did it a lot.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, still trying to maintain control. It was hard to breath, let alone speak. Somehow I managed to ask, “You ever hear her now?”

“Well, yeah, but I mean, um… they’re sleeping in the same room, you know, my mum and Lauren, and…”

“Hannah, I —” The tide was surging inside, rising higher and higher. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Sorry, I, I can’t —”

A stunning climax crashed over me. I groaned loudly, both hands clamped between my legs, as tremendous spasms rocked my body. Although I almost always came very hard, this one seemed especially powerful. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut. I gasped for breath, quaking and shaking, warm liquids oozing between my fingers, drenching my panties.

When at last I was able to relax a bit, when the convulsing had eased to an occasional gentle shiver, I slowly opened my eyes. Hannah was staring at me.

“Julie, god, are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m… fine.” I took a deep breath, then licked my lips, tasting salt from my sweat.

“That was — that was bloody hot! I thought you were gonna die or something!”

I chuckled, “That’s what the French call it, you know. The little death.”

“Do they? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah…” I rolled onto my back, looking up into the dark, fanning my face with my hands. Then I turned to look at Hannah.

“I’m sorry I, I mean, I guess I should have waited for you or something. But I just couldn’t,” I giggled.

“It’s okay. I, um, I came too, anyway.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh, only just not quite as… explosively.”

“Yeah,” I giggled again. “That’s a good word for it. Or volcanically.”

“Titanically!”

“Climactically!!”

We laughed together at that one.

As we settled down, Hannah asked, “So, do you wanna, go to sleep now? Or something else? Maybe do it again?”

“Can you do it again? Without waiting, I mean?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “usually about two or three times, if I feel like it. And I almost always feel like it.”

“Same with me,” I giggled. “Once is almost never enough.”

“But, um, I think I’d like to do some kissing first. I like kissing you.”

“I like kissing you too,” I smiled.

We were both on our backs. Now Hannah turned onto her side, and I did too. We faced each other, inches apart.

“I like kissing you,” she repeated, as she slowly brought her lips to mine.

The few times she and I had kissed before, it had always been with our clothes on, so this was a different experience. As our kisses grow more intense, Hannah rolled on top of me. I loved having her soft warm body on mine, our small breasts mashing together. I stroked her back as our tongues played in one another’s mouths. The girl wasn’t exactly humping me, but her pussy was right on top of mine, and I could feel the heat of her sex through her thin panties.

We kissed that way for several minutes, not doing anything else really, just kissing and gently caressing. Hannah never grabbed for my boobs and I didn’t touch hers either. A couple of times between kisses I heard her whisper, “Julie,” but then her mouth would always cover mine again and I couldn’t respond, except to moan in pleasure.

After a while, Hannah seemed to make a decision. She completed a kiss, then suddenly shifted off of me and onto her back once more, our arms touching.

“That was nice,” she giggled.

“Yeah, I loved it,” I nodded, a trifle breathless. “I could kiss you all night long.”

“I know, so could I. But now I want to masturbate, okay?”

It seemed funny to me that Hannah would put it like that, as if kissing and masturbating were two separate activities and you couldn’t do them together, at the same time. I suppose that’s how she thought of it then. You were doing either one or the other.

In any case, that’s what we did next. We masturbated side by side, without kissing. As we played with ourselves, hands inside our panties, we shared our fantasies, talking softly about the girls we liked at school, or about some of the teachers — especially Ms. Firth.

Hannah asked, “So you think she does this too? Touches herself, I mean, in bed at night?”

“Ms. Firth? Yeah, I’m sure she must.”

“I wonder, I hope so.”

“In fact, maybe she’s doing it right now, Hannah, lying in bed, wherever she lives. Think about that. She’s naked, and she’s touching her body, those big boobs, playing with her nipples…”

“God, I love her boobs.”

“Me too. And you know what else? It could be that Ms. Firth is fantasizing too right now, thinking about the girls she likes. Maybe she’s imagining her favorite art student, that cute redhead with the English accent, picturing her naked, pretending she’s kissing her.”

“Julie, oh my god.”

“That’s what she’s doing, Hannah. Ms. Firth is masturbating, rubbing her pussy, putting her fingers inside, deep inside, then putting them in her mouth, tasting herself — only she’s imagining it’s you she’s tasting, that she’s licking you.”

“Don’t stop. Tell me more, I’m almost there!”

“Okay. Um, Ms. Firth is turning over. She’s lying on her tummy now, hands between her legs. She’s naked, humping her fingers, but she’s pretending that she’s on top of you, kissing you.”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!”

“And she’s not only kissing you, she’s pressing herself against you, her pussy on your pussy, pushing hard, harder, fucking you, and —”

“Ohhhhh!!!”

Hannah was climaxing.

I didn’t come at the same time as her, but that was fine. I loved watching her that way, as much as I could see in the dark. It was exciting to be there with the girl, to see her pretty face contorted with passion, eyes tightly shut, biting then licking her lips, groaning as she came.

When she finished, she let out a long, slow sigh. “Cor, that was nice…”

Then it was my turn. I shifted onto my side facing Hannah, fingers working fast between my legs. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t take me long to reach orgasm again, but I wanted to do it this time while we were kissing, if she was willing.

Fortunately Hannah had no hesitation. With my free hand I caressed her cheek, turning her toward me. As soon as she realized what I wanted, she giggled like a little girl, then brought her mouth to mine, eagerly kissing me.

The feel of her soft lips, her tongue, her scent, her gentle touch as she stroked my neck and the back of my head — all of this together with my fingers on my juicy clit brought me quickly to the edge and then over the top.

That was the last of our orgasms that night. Or perhaps I should say it was the last while we both were awake. As my spasms gradually receded, our kisses slowly ended too.

Hannah and I were spent, fulfilled, the stillness of sleep swiftly stealing over us. I turned onto my back again. Her head rested on my shoulder, an arm across my chest. Neither of us said another word, not even ‘goodnight’. We were gone.

* * *

But I awoke in the night. Perhaps it was being in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar room. Whatever it was, my eyes blinked open.

It took a moment to remember, and then I smiled to myself. I was in Hannah’s bed. She was there beside me, though turned the other way now, her bottom pressed against my hip. I was on my back, my head on a pillow.

I lay there quietly in the dark, recalling the pleasure of kissing her, masturbating with her, sharing our fantasies. Sex was so great, in whatever form. Hannah and I hadn’t really had sex yet, of course, but I was sure we would at some point, and for now this was enough. I loved it.

Thinking about what we’d done together that night made me want to masturbate again, give myself at least one more orgasm. As my mother likes to say about me, I truly am insatiable. On the other hand, if I did that, it might wake Hannah up, and she was sleeping so peacefully. Probably better to put it off.

Closing my eyes, letting out a sigh, attempting to blank my mind, I tried my best to relax and fall asleep again. But then I heard something, a thumping sound, faint but definitely noticeable. Maybe that was what woke me up — but what the hell was it? A quiet thump, repeated, rhythmic:  bump – bump – bump – bump.

I turned my head from side to side, trying to locate the source of the sound. It was somewhere inside the house, I thought, not outside. Briefly I considered waking Hannah to ask her about it, but decided not to. Instead I silently slipped out of bed and crept toward her bedroom door, opening it a crack and listening again.

The sound was louder now, and faster too, the bump-bump-bump clearly coming from the end of hall, in the direction of the room shared by the two moms. Could it be? I stepped out of the room, padding softly toward their door, wearing only my panties. The cooler air in the hallway made my nipples stiff.

As I approached the room, I paused to listen again. The thumping sound was easier to identify here. I was almost certain it was a bed bumping against a wall, and I could hear something else too, muffled voices, women’s voices. I couldn’t really tell what they were saying, and maybe it wasn’t actual words, just moans and groans, but I thought I heard someone urging, “Fuck me!”

The thumping got faster faster faster faster — there was a loud feminine cry, perhaps a pair of cries — and then suddenly everything stopped. It was totally quiet. Maybe I could hear someone breathing, or some kissing, but maybe not. Possibly I was just imagining that.

Then it occurred to me where I was and what I was doing. I was standing half-naked in the hallway of a house where I was a guest, and I was eavesdropping. Omigod! What if someone opened the door and caught me?!!

I cringed and scurried as quietly but as quickly as I could back to Hannah’s bedroom, shutting the door behind me. My heart pounded. My mind swarmed with questions. Who was it in that room down the hall, making the noises? Kelsey and Lauren? Was someone else there too? Could there have been a man, fucking one of them, or both of them?

Taking a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow my racing pulse, I walked slowly over to the bed and climbed back in. I eased close to Hannah again, not quite touching, but almost. Her body was warm. I tried to relax, but I had so much to think about.

There’d been sex going on in that bedroom, of that I was certain. But who was it? The two moms? It had to be, right? What were the chances anyone else could have come into the house and joined them so late at night?

No, the more I looked at all the possibilities, the more convinced I became: Hannah’s mother and Lindsey’s mother were having sex with each other, fucking each other. I was positive.

So, what should I do with that information? Should I tell someone, like Hannah? I didn’t think so. It wasn’t really my place to do that, and anyway, if what I thought was happening was happening, chances are she would find out soon enough on her own.

I could tell my mom, of course. I told her everything. But I made a firm decision not to say anything about it to anyone except her, not even to Kate. I trusted my sister, but I just didn’t want to take the risk. I’d hate to be thought of as someone who blabbed secrets about people.

There was one other thing I could do with the new information I had, however. I could use it to create erotic images in my mind. I could fantasize about the two attractive women, the cousins, Kelsey and Lauren. I could picture them together, making love. I was certain they were doing it, and now I could pretend I was watching them, even joining in with them, or even… oh, yes, that would be the best fantasy of all!

As I lay in the dark, I imagined that all four girls — me and Hannah, Molly and Lindsey — were inside that bedroom with Lauren and Kelsey, watching them have sex. They wanted us to watch. They especially wanted the little girls to see what they were doing. Oh my god, I Ioved that idea. It got me so hot and wet.

Both hands were between my legs now, one on my clit, the other teasing my vagina. I tried not to move too much, because I didn’t want to wake Hannah. But that only made it more exciting in a way, to play with myself as quietly and gently as possible while all those incredibly naughty images streamed through my mind.

I visualized Kelsey on top of Lauren, the smaller woman’s legs spread wide, the brunette grinding on her, grabbing her breasts, kissing her deeply. And then I made them talk. In my fantasy I had the women speak to us, telling us exactly what was happening, and using very graphic language too — talking about ‘pussies’ and ‘cunts’ and ‘fucking’ and ‘eating’.

That did it for me. When I saw a picture in my head of Kelsey humping Lauren, and when I ‘heard’ Lauren’s voice speaking to Lindsey, telling her daughter what they were doing, that’s when I lost it.

I did my best to stay silent as I came, although it wasn’t easy. I squeaked a few times, and I couldn’t stop my body from shaking as spasms burst from my center, one after another, but Hannah never woke. She slept blissfully on.

* * * 

In the morning, I came awake when I felt Hannah getting out of the bed.

I raised my head from the pillow, watching from behind as the 13-year-old padded slowly to the bedroom door, wearing nothing but her baby blue bikini panties. Instantly I became aroused again, my clit tingling. She was just so sexy — a slim, smooth body, pale skin, perfect legs, and that tight little butt, with her long red hair cascading down her back — it suddenly made me wish I’d actually tried to have sex with her the night before, been more aggressive or something, though that wasn’t usually my style.

With a big yawn, Hannah opened the door and stepped out into the hall, apparently heading for the bathroom. I looked around the room for a clock, but couldn’t find one. It was light outside, though, and birds were singing. Leaning over, reaching into my bag on the floor by the bed, I dug out my phone. It was 7:52.

I was certainly awake now, not feeling sleepy at all. I sat up, listening, trying to tell if anyone else was up. The house seemed to be quiet. After a few seconds, a toilet flushed. Which reminded me: I could use a visit too. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a t-shirt, slipping it over my head. I’m not exactly sure why I did that, but I did. Habit, I suppose.

As I got up and started toward the door, Hannah came back into the room, yawning again.

“Hiya,” she smiled groggily, then went straight to the bed, climbing in and pulling up the covers.

I paused a moment, quietly chuckling as I watched the girl settle in to sleep some more. Okay, well, I thought, no sex this morning. I went back to my bag and found a clean pair of underwear.

In the bathroom, I peed, washed my face, and then took a quick shower, not shampooing my hair, leaving it mostly dry. I put the fresh panties on, along with the t-shirt, and opened the bathroom door.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee told me the moms were up now, or at least one of them was. I listened for a moment and heard two voices, conversing in the kitchen. On impulse, I made a decision. I looked down at myself. The shirt came to just below my waist. My nipples poked through the thin material. My panties (which had cartoon kisses on them) were visible, my legs bare. Pretty sexy.

I walked down the hall, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Lauren was standing by the stove, drinking coffee. Kelsey was seated at the small table, sipping hot tea with milk in it. Both wore knee-length robes.

“Good morning,” the women smiled.

“Good morning,” I grinned, holding out my chest, trying to look as Lolita-like as I could without actually batting my eyelashes or anything like that.

“Would you like coffee, tea, or… perhaps hot chocolate?” Kelsey asked.

“Um, maybe just a little juice if you have some?”

“Certainly,” Lauren nodded. She opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of orange juice, pouring me a small glass.

“Anyone else up yet?” Lauren asked as she handed me the glass. Her robe was loose, and I got a nice glimpse of side-boob. It seemed that modesty was not something they worried much about in that house.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said. I took a sip of the juice, then licked my lips in what I hoped was a provocative gesture. “Just little me.”

Kelsey smiled, “You’re a pretty one, you are.” Her gaze ran down my legs and then up again, pausing at my chest before returning to my face. “And I’m pleased you and Hannah’ve become friends.”

“Yeah, I like her. I like her a lot,” I nodded.

My heart was pounding. I felt color rising in my cheeks. There was no question at all about the way the woman had just looked at me. I wanted to say something else, but didn’t know what. So I just stood there.

Kelsey’s eyes went to my clearly outlined nipples again, then down to my panties. They stayed there. Hannah’s mom was staring right at my crotch!

I swallowed hard, making an effort to control my breathing. Then I leaned back against the counter, placing my feet apart, doing my best to be casual about it while arching my pelvis in her direction.

Kelsey continued to stare at me. She slowly raised her teacup, taking a sip, eyes still glued to my panties. As she took another sip, I noticed that her forearm seemed to be brushing against her chest.  It looked to me as if she was deliberately rubbing her nipple through her robe.

I glanced at Lauren. She winked at me. I visualized the attractive blonde opening her robe and dropping it to the floor, letting me see her breasts and her pussy. I looked at Kelsey again, thinking the same thing about her.

Without meaning to, I brought my legs together, clenching my thighs, stimulating my clit. It was unconscious, automatic, a reflex reaction to strong sexual desire.

“Mmmm,” Kelsey sighed, licking her lips as she set the teacup down. It might have been that she was simply enjoying the beverage, but I didn’t think so. I was pretty sure it was me she was enjoying.

Lauren put her cup down too, on the counter. She took a step toward the table, placing her hand on her cousin’s shoulder. It looked she was about to say something, but what?

My mind was racing, along with my pulse. I remembered the sexy things I’d heard the night before… and then I imagined Lauren coming over to me, taking my face in her hands, kissing me… I pictured Kelsey kneeling between my legs, eagerly pulling down my panties, nuzzling and licking my pussy… the vision seemed so real for a moment, as if it was actually happening, that I suddenly shuddered and squeezed my legs together again, even tighter than before.

“Oh my,” said Kelsey, her hand slipping inside her robe this time to fondle her breast, and then —

— a door burst open, out in the hall. We heard voices, laughter, two little girls chattering. A moment later Lindsey and Molly were in the kitchen with us, clamoring for their breakfast.

Whatever might have happened that morning between Kelsey and Lauren and me would have to happen later, if it happened at all.

Continue on to Chapter 98

Chelsea and Samantha quickly became inseparable. On days when Dana wasn’t home, if she was either at work or attending classes at the fashion institute, Chelsea usually would walk to our house when school ended — and frequently Samantha would accompany her. The skinny freckled child was around so much she almost seemed like another little sister to us. Her mother, Megan, worked at the beauty salon every day except Sunday and Monday, so it was good for Samantha to have a place to go after school other than an empty apartment.

We got to know Megan pretty well too. After she got off work at 5:00, she would drive over and pick up Samantha at our house if the girl was there — which she was more often than not. Sometimes Megan would come in and chat with us kids for a while, and if she was still there when Mommy and/or Dana arrived, then they would talk too and maybe have a glass of wine or something.

I liked being around them when the women were talking. I was still only 13, but they didn’t seem to mind having me sit with them, sipping a Coke and listening. We gradually learned about Megan’s life: her early pregnancy; her short and troubled marriage; her struggles to make ends meet as a fledgling beautician. I could see that she and Dana were starting to form a bond, two young women who’d had to work hard to find their way in the world while also raising little girls on their own.

It was only natural, then, that we would invite Megan to have dinner with our family one night, along with her daughter of course. This took place on a Friday evening, about two weeks after we’d first met them. Samantha was already there as usual, having walked with Chelsea to our house after school.

When Megan arrived at about 6:00, we could see that she had gone home first to get freshened up for us and change her clothes. She looked really pretty, with her hair done up in a bun, a few coppery strands allowed to curl around her face, framing it. Her lips, already full and pink, were now adorned with bright red lipstick. She wore a short sleeveless dark green dress — and when I say short, I mean really short, obviously intended to show off her gorgeous long bare legs.

If Megan was looking for attention that evening, she certainly got plenty of it. My mom and Dana couldn’t stop complimenting her on how lovely she was. I observed the three of them as they sat together in the family room having drinks before dinner. Dana and my mother were on the sofa, Megan in an armchair across from them. They openly admired the young woman’s body, especially her legs, their eyes continually scanning from her shoes — pumps the color of her pale skin — up to the hem of the dress, just below her crotch. For her part, Megan kept crossing and recrossing her legs. It was really quite a spectacle. The room crackled with sexual tension, and I was sure the others could sense it as much as I did.

The three little girls, Molly, Chelsea, and Samantha, were up in Molly’s room, playing with dolls, probably — or possibly with each other. Kate was in the family room, standing near me. She caught my eye a couple of times, and I could see that she sensed the erotic excitement the same as I did.

Later, as we enjoyed our meal — baked lasagna with a tossed green salad and crusty french bread — it was the younger kids who did most of the talking, Chelsea and Samantha in particular. Those two could go on forever, and both had opinions about everything, often repeated. I didn’t mind that, though. I just love cute little girls, looking at them, listening to them, having sex with them!

Of course, I hadn’t had sex with Samantha yet, and I was pretty sure no one else had either. But then I got a hint that things might start moving in that direction fairly soon.

Chelsea was going on about a sleepover she’d had with Samantha on the previous Friday night at her and Dana’s apartment. Giggling, she told Kate, “We played your game, it was fun!”

Samantha broke into giggles too. I saw Dana start to blush, and then Katie as well — which was unusual because my sister didn’t very often blush.

“What game is that?” asked Megan.

“Um, it’s called Under the Cover Spies,” Chelsea grinned. Samantha was laughing so hard now that we couldn’t see her eyes at all. I was afraid the milk she was drinking might go up her nose.

“Yeah, it’s… well, it was fun. I played the game with them,” Dana smiled.

“Is it a video game?” Megan inquired. “A board game?”

“No, uh,” Dana shook her head. “Kate, maybe you should tell Megan how it’s played.”

Oh, wow, I wondered how this would work out! Would my sister actually tell Samantha’s mom what kind of game it really was?

Kate had regained her composure and now appeared nonchalant. “Well, see, you have two teams, teams of spies,” she began. “They have to try to take the secret formula away from the evil scientist.”

Then she frowned and cocked her head. “With only three people, I guess you didn’t have teams… but who played the evil scientist?” she asked Chelsea.

“I did,” Dana answered.

I immediately formed a picture in my mind of slim, sexy Dana, nude, with two little 7-year-old girls, also naked, crawling all over her. What a lovely thought that was. It made me wish I’d been there, playing the game with them!

So I blurted out, “We should have Samantha for a sleepover here, and then we could all play the game together.”

“Yeah!” a babble of happy voices expressed eager enthusiasm for my idea, the three younger kids plus Katie and Dana too.

Mommy laughed, “Well, I can see that I’m soon going to have a whole houseful of girls playing the fun game that Kate made up!”

Apparently our mother had decided, however, that it was not yet the right time to let Megan hear all about the risqué rules of Undercover Spy, because she quickly changed the subject. We went on to talk about other things, then had our dessert.

The little kids headed back upstairs to play after that, and the moms sat and chatted some more while Kate and I did the dishes. Just before 9:00, Megan and Samantha left to go back to their apartment, with promises that we would all get together again soon.

* * *

There was a sleepover the next weekend, but it didn’t involve Samantha. Instead it was at Hannah’s house. This was a double sleepover, in fact: my little sister Molly had been invited to spend the night with her friend Lindsey, while I would be sleeping in Hannah’s bed — and hopefully not just sleeping, ha-ha!

Molly and I walked over there together at around 5:00 and ate dinner with their family. After that we all sat around and watched a DVD together, The Princess Diaries. That really wasn’t one of my favorites, although I liked seeing Julie Andrews in it. Lindsey and Molly both loved the movie.

At 9:30, the adults said it was time to get ready for bed. That was when it occurred to me for the first time that there were only three bedrooms in the house. Hannah was in one room and Lindsey in another, which meant the third room was shared by Kelsey and Lauren, the two moms. I hadn’t seen their room yet, so I didn’t know whether it had one bed or two. But it made me wonder about things.

I knew the cousins were close growing up. Kelsey had told me all about that. So, could their relationship then, when they were young teenagers, have been something more than just a tight friendship? And might it still be more now? Were these women lovers, sexual partners??

Nah, I told myself, I’m letting my imagination carry me away. Just because they happen to sleep in the same room, that doesn’t mean they fuck each other. Not all women are lesbians, silly, and not all families are incestuous. Come on, Julie, get a grip.

So, I did my best to stop thinking about that as Hannah and I began preparing ourselves for bed. Plus, I had something else to think about now — sleeping with Hannah!

The cute 13-year-old closed the door to her bedroom. We were alone together. She gazed into my eyes for a moment before bursting into giggles and hugging me.

“Julie, this is brill!” she gushed.

“I know, it’s great,” I agreed. “I like you a lot.” I kissed her quickly on the lips, and we giggled some more.

“Come on, let’s get our jim-jams on, okay? What do you sleep in?” Hannah’s big brown eyes were even bigger than usual, shining with excitement.

“Um, like, usually a t-shirt and panties, I guess. Maybe a fleece when it’s cold. I brought a big tee for tonight,” I said, indicating my bag on the floor.

“Me too,” she said. “Mum still buys me nighties, eh, but that’s for little girls.”

I stepped back, giving her a leer, sliding my eyes up and down her slim body. “Hm, you know, I think I’d kinda like to see you in a little girl nightie…”

“Julie, that’s naughty!” she chortled, before adding, “I love it!”

We both decided that tees and panties, or ‘knickers’, as Hannah called them, would be fine. And then we began to undress in front of each other.

By this point in my life, I’d already seen dozens of young girls naked, both in person as well as in some of the porn my mom had. But it was always a huge thrill for me to see a girl exposing herself for the first time. What would her nipples look like? Or her labia? Would she have any hair yet on her pussy? Oh my god it was so exciting!!

Even though Hannah and I had confessed to each other on the day we first met that we both liked girls, that we were lesbians, I still felt hesitant about coming on too strong. I didn’t want to scare her away or anything — although with Hannah that seemed unlikely. She came across as secure and confident, not the type to easily scare.

Nevertheless, I averted my eyes for the most part as we took off our clothes. I didn’t want to openly stare at the girl, no matter how eager I was to get a look at her. She seemed to take the same approach, I noticed, only glancing over from time to time as I pushed down my jeans and stepped out of them, then took off the flannel shirt I was wearing and the tank top underneath that.

Now I was in only my socks, my undies, and a little bra. I looked up at Hannah. She was sitting on the bed. Her socks were off. The skirt she’d been wearing was on the floor. As I watched, she pulled her soft cotton sweater up over her head and tugged it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I got to see her tiny breasts.

You almost couldn’t even call them breasts yet, they were so small and undeveloped, barely more than buds, but with wide areola and plump pink nipples. So delicious! My boobs were still very small then too. I wore a double-A cup bra at the time, as did Hannah, although she’d told me she didn’t much like wearing a bra and often didn’t.

The girl tossed her head, shaking out her long, wavy, naturally red hair. It fell across her shoulders and onto her chest, a few strands draping over those rosy nipples. The effect was unbelievably erotic. My pulse raced, my neck and cheeks were burning hot. I was starting to sweat — and although I’d promised myself not to stare, I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her now.

Hannah looked up at me, flashing that radiant smile that brightened the room. I tried to return the smile, but the muscles in my face felt weak. My mouth was watering something fierce, and I was suddenly afraid I might start to drool, literally. That thought jolted me enough that I was able to regain some control. I swallowed, smiling weakly, then reached behind my back to undo my bra, shrugging it off.

“Nice ones,” Hannah grinned when she saw my breasts.

“Um, thanks…” I managed to say.

She grinned even wider as she studied my chest.

“Have you, like, you know, seen a girl before?” I asked, pointing to my boobs. “This way, I mean?”

“Yeah, a few,” she nodded. “My mum and my aunt and my cousin, Kelsey — though she’s just flat still. An’ of course lots of girls online, eh.”

“Online?”

“Natch, in porn and all. Or chatting. You ever show your stuff to another girl that way? I have.”

“Oh, uh… no, not really. My mom is kind of strict about not letting us go on the Internet very much, unless she’s with us.”

As I said that, I thought how strange it was that our mother could be so stern about certain things, like going online for instance, while also allowing us — and even encouraging us — to do so many other really extreme things with her and with other women and girls. For the time being, however, I put that thought aside. Right now I had more important things to focus on.

Hannah got up from the bed and came to me, taking my hand. “Let’s go clean our teeth. Got your toothbrush?”

“Um, yeah…”

I reached into my bag and fished it out. Then the two of us walked together out into the hall, Hannah wearing nothing but her panties, me the same except with my socks still on. Apparently at least partial nudity was perfectly common among the women and girls in their house. That was certainly fine with me!

While we were brushing our teeth, I couldn’t help looking at Hannah’s little boobs in the mirror, watching her nipples temptingly bounce as she vigorously worked the toothbrush. I saw that she was looking at me the same way.

Just as we left the bathroom, the door to Lindsey’s room opened. The two little ones came out, both wearing knee-length nighties. They smiled at us, neither girl appearing surprised to find us topless.

“We’re gonna brush our teeth,” Lindsey said. “Then can we come in your room for a while?”

“Okay, right,” Hannah nodded.

I could hear that the TV was on in the living room, so I assumed that Lauren and Kelsey were still up, or at least one of them was. Neither Hannah nor Lindsey made any effort to be quiet about the plans they were making, which told me the moms wouldn’t mind the kids getting together that way.

At any rate, Hannah and I went into her room, leaving the door open. She sat on the bed, leaning back on her hands, grinning up at me. I sat down beside her. We’d spoken earlier about putting t-shirts on for bed, but for now that didn’t seem to be a priority. Again, I was more than happy to go along.

A moment later Lindsey and Molly came rushing in, giggling excitedly. Lindsey closed the door and the two kids jumped onto Hannah’s bed.

Lindsey flopped onto her back. “Can we play tickle?” the little blonde asked, her face aglow.

“Yeah, tickle!” Molly demanded, bouncing on her knees. My sister was a blonde too, although her hair was curly while Lindsey’s was straight.

“Tickle!” Hannah exclaimed. “You guys want to tickle?”

“Yeah!” the girls cried in unison.

Hannah dove on top of Lindsey and I tackled Molly. We rolled around together on the bed, grabbing and tickling, laughing and shrieking. There was nothing sedate about this pajama party! We were making so much noise, in fact, that I half expected one or both of the moms to come in and check on us, but they never did.

When I saw that Hannah had her hands up inside Lindsey’s nightie, thumbs pinching the child’s waist, causing her to scream with delight, I pushed my hands under Molly’s nightie too, tickling her tummy. I’d done much more than that with my sister in the past, of course — and I was tempted to do more then — but she and I both seemed to realize it would be best for us to restrain our natural sexual impulses, at least for a while. So I simply poked and prodded and tickled, making her laugh.

After a minute or so, we changed partners, Hannah jumping on Molly, me attacking Lindsey.

It was exciting to have my hands on this child, a sylphlike 9-year-old, her thin white legs flying around, kicking, my fingers eagerly pushing up higher, reaching under her arms to tickle some more, exposing that flat chest, bending down to nuzzle her warm belly, blowing into it, making funny sounds, hearing her squeal.

Hannah was doing the same with Molly, although concentrating more on tickling her waist and her legs than under her arms. I couldn’t tell for sure in all the hectic frenzy, but I thought perhaps I’d caught a glimpse of the redhead actually groping my sister’s crotch as they wrestled on the bed.

Finally they’d had enough. The children were completely exhausted from laughing, almost sobbing. Hannah and I pulled back, grinning at each other, panting from our exertions.

But that was a mistake! As soon as we backed off from tickling the kids, they took advantage of the opportunity to jump on top of us!!

Now it was Hannah and me lying on our backs being assaulted by the little girls. They grabbed and pinched and screamed and tickled, small fingers going almost everywhere as we tried in vain to get away, curling our bodies to protect ourselves, covering our most sensitive spots with our hands. It was no use, of course. The kids were just too quick for us, too intent. We couldn’t prevent them reaching wherever they wanted to reach — and, truthfully, perhaps we didn’t want to stop them, or at least I didn’t anyway.

I allowed Lindsey to get her hands under my arms and tickle me, to push her eager fingers beneath my fingers, which were covering my nipples, and after that to slip a hand down to my tummy. While pretending to resist, I relaxed my curled posture just a bit so the girl could get her hand in there, sliding over my belly button, fingers reaching lower for a squeeze and a tickle, brushing the top of my panties as I laughed and laughed.

It wasn’t really sexual, what we were doing, not quite — but it certainly was enough to have me highly aroused. I wondered if the dampness I felt between my legs might be visible. When at last Hannah and I surrendered, begging for mercy, and the kids let us up, I took a quick glance at my crotch, and yes, sure enough, there was dark wet spot in the center of my lavender undies.

Oh well, I decided, there’s no point in trying to hide that. I wouldn’t make a point of displaying it, but neither would I worry too much about concealing the obvious pussy stain. If someone saw it, they saw it. There was nothing to be ashamed of, after all.

The four of us sat for a moment, catching our breath, still giggling. Our cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with the joy of being a girl having fun.

Lindsey asked, “Can we get in bed with you, just for a while?”

Hannah scrunched her face, looking down at the bed. It was a twin with barely room for two, much less four. “Don’t know if we can fit,” she said. “We’ll be chock-a-block.”

“Just for a while,” Lindsey repeated.

“All right,” her cousin nodded, “let’s give it a go.”

So we all squeezed into that narrow bed. Hannah and I were on the outside, the younger girls in the middle, Molly next to me.

“We do this a lot,” Hannah grinned, “sleep together, I mean, Lindsey and me in the same bed. On the weekends, that is. We’re not supposed to on school nights.”

“But sometimes we do anyway,” Lindsey giggled. “I sneak in.”

Hannah nodded, beaming. Then she asked, “Molly, you ever sleep with Julie?”

“No,” my sister replied, “but with my mom sometimes.”

Lindsey said, “Before they came here, Hannah and Aunt Kelsey, I would sleep with my mom too. I liked it. But now they sleep together.”

By they, I assumed she meant Lauren and Kelsey, her mother and her aunt — which seemed to answer my question of how many beds were in that other room. Presumably there was only one. That still didn’t mean, of course, that they were lesbians, let alone lovers, but it was a nice idea to think about.

We snuggled in close. Hannah and I both were still topless, wearing only our panties (I’d taken off my socks). The little girls were in their nighties. I put my arms around Molly, hugging her. Hannah did the same with Lindsey.

I decided to be bold. Pushing myself up on an elbow, I said, “Do you guys ever kiss? Me and Molly do sometimes, just for fun. And uh, me and my sister Kate too.”

Molly smiled at me, raising an eyebrow. For a second, I thought she might say something like ‘And Mommy too’, or perhaps even more, giving us away, but she didn’t.

Hannah didn’t seem to notice Molly’s look, or realize the significance of it. In any case, she nodded. “Yeah, we kiss sometimes, don’t we, Linds?”

“Uh-huh, we do. I did at Molly’s one time too, when she had that big slumber party. I kissed Molly and Alyssa and Riley, and um, Emily.”

“Nice,” I said, as I recalled the excitement of that night, spying on the little girls, watching them kiss each other while I secretly masturbated.

“You wanna do some kissing now?” I ventured.

When no one else said or did anything right away, all just lying there and looking up at me, I asked Hannah, “Will you guys, like, get in trouble if they catch us?”

“No, it’s all right. Our mums wouldn’t mind, trust me,” she replied, with a sly smile. I wondered what that might mean.

Then Hannah put her hand on Lindsey’s cheek, turning the girl’s face toward hers. After a brief shared chuckle, the cousins brought their lips together and kissed, mouths already open, tongues engaged.

My god, it was so erotic. I wanted to keep watching them — but I also wanted to kiss someone! My sister was as eager for that as I was. Molly closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me, parting her lips. I kissed her deeply, sighing with the exquisite pleasure of plunging my tongue into a young girl’s wet mouth.

Once girls start to kiss like that, it seems they never want to stop. I sure didn’t, and neither did the others apparently, so this went on for quite a while. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing, soft moans, and the slurpy smacking of our lips.

I was really getting turned on, even more than when we were tickling. Kissing Molly was always a huge thrill for me — and doing it front of these other girls made it twice as exciting, whether or not they were actually watching us. Mostly I kept my eyes closed, but from time to time would glance over at them. I saw that Hannah and Lindsey were as wrapped up in each other as Molly and I were. The cousins were clutching and grabbing, pulling their bodies together. I felt free to let myself go then, not all the way, but enough that I rolled on top of Molly, humping her leg as we continued kissing.

The air in the room was warm. We were under the covers, at least partly, four girls crowded in together. The sexual energy combined with the heat of our bodies made it feel like a sauna. My face was dripping with sweat and my panties were soaked too, but not just with perspiration. I shoved my crotch against Molly’s knee again and again. God, it felt so good. My clit was hard, tingling, throbbing. I wasn’t going to let myself come, although it wouldn’t have taken much more at that point.

Finally Hannah cried, “Bollocks, it’s hot!” She threw the sheets down past our knees and sat up, shaking out her tangled hair.

Reluctantly I disengaged from my sister. Molly’s face was sweaty like mine, her lips inflamed from our feverish kissing. She grinned at me as she tried to fluff her cotton nightie with her hands, get some air under it. The material was damp, clinging to her skin. I sat up and looked down at my own chest. It was covered with perspiration, small breasts gleaming in the light from the bedside lamp.

Hannah giggled, “It’s like we all need a shower now, eh?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

The redhead nodded at the younger girls, who were lying side by side, both still breathing heavily. “Okay, you two, back to your room. That’s all for tonight.”

“Aww, no,” they started to complain, but Hannah wouldn’t hear it. She tugged at Lindsey, got the little girls up, and shooed them out the door, closing it behind them.

Hannah walked back to the bed and reached for the lamp, the only light still on in the room. Pausing, she asked, “Shall I turn it off, or leave it on?”

“Um, off, I guess.” Although I certainly loved looking at her, it would be more intimate in the dark.

She nodded and switched off the lamp. It was almost completely dark. There was no moon that night, and Hannah’s bedroom faced the backyard, offering no illumination from streetlights. I heard a giggle and felt the mattress bounce as she hopped in.

Continue on to Chapter 97

Hannah and I came into our house, and I put my backpack down by the front door. We found Kate on the sofa in the family room, playing a basketball video game. She paused it when she saw us.

“This is my little sister Kate,” I told Hannah. “She just turned 12. Kate, this is my friend, Hannah.”

My sister looked at us and smiled, but didn’t get up from her seat. “Hi, Hannah,” she said.

On impulse, I leaned down and kissed Katie on the lips, holding the kiss a second or two longer than you would expect. When I finished, I saw a surprised expression on Hannah’s face.

“I don’t like my sister very much,” I joked. “She’s really kind of a brat. I guess she is sorta cute, though, for such a little squirt.”

“Shut up, you turd,” Kate grinned as she started up the video game again.

Laughing, I led Hannah upstairs. I took her to Molly’s room first. The door was open. Molly and Chelsea were sitting on the floor, playing with the big dollhouse Molly’d received as a Christmas present. For once the two weren’t watching each other masturbate, as they often did when alone together.

“Hey, guys,” I said. “This is my new friend, Hannah, from school.”

Both girls jumped up, coming over to give me a hug and a kiss. I introduced them and they said hello to Hannah.

“Hey, I think you know my cousin, Lindsey,” Hannah said to Molly. “She’s in your class?”

“Lindsey is your cousin?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, I do, I like her,” Molly said. “She was at my slumber party, at my big sleepover.”

“Oh, was she then? When was that?”

“It was, um, I don’t know, a while ago.”

“It was in March,” I said.

“Okay,” Hannah nodded, smiling at my sister. “I was still living in England then, eh?”

Molly didn’t know what to say to that, apparently, so she just smiled as well. Then the kids returned to their dolls, and the pretty redhead and I went to my room.

We sat on my bed and talked for a while. I asked her what it was like to live in Europe, and whether it was a difficult adjustment to make, living in the States now. It was all good, she said. Hannah seemed to be the kind of kid who could handle just about any situation without a problem, taking things in stride, staying cheerful and confident. I admired for that. In fact, the more I got to know this girl, the better I liked her.

When we started talking about school and the subject of Ms. Firth came up again, Hannah’s demeanor subtly began to change. Her voice became quieter, her cheeks took on some color, and those already big brown eyes grew even wider.

After about a minute, she got up from the bed and went to the door. We’d left it open, but now she closed it and came back to sit by me again.

“Julie, can I tell you something?” she asked, her face aglow.

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“Okay, um… you know I said I really like Miss Firth?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Well, you know I told you I like girls. And, um, when I think about things like that, like about Miss Firth, I mean, it makes me want to…”

She paused, and so I said, “It makes you want to… what?”

Instead of completing her sentence, Hannah gazed steadily into my eyes. Then, very slowly, she leaned in closer to me, until her lips were almost touching mine. I could feel her warm breath on my face, smell her girlish scent, the aroma of cherry lip gloss. We looked at each other a moment longer, and then she kissed me.

It was a soft, tender kiss, lasting only a few seconds. Then she drew away and licked her lips, blushing deeply.

“That was nice,” I smiled. “I liked it.”

“Me too,” Hannah giggled. “Have you ever done that before?”

Have I ever done that before? Ha-ha! Oh, the stories I could tell this girl! For now, though, I just nodded and said, “Yeah, I have. A few times.”

As usual, the look on my face must have given me away.

“Have you done more than that?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Um, well, sort of… I’ll tell you later, maybe. Right now just kiss me again, okay?”

“All right.”

This time when Hannah kissed me, I parted my lips slightly and let the tip of my tongue touch her lips. She started, briefly — but then opened her mouth and let me in.

We kissed for the next fifteen minutes or so, and it was really nice. As you know, I love kissing, I truly adore it. It’s one of my favorite things to do sexually, at least in the top ten, hee-hee. Hannah wasn’t very experienced and she wasn’t a great kisser yet — but her lips were soft, her tongue tasted sweet, and she was just so unbelievably cute! Even the fact that she had braces on her teeth didn’t bother me much. She couldn’t help that, and besides, she said they were coming off in a few months.

When we finally stopped to catch our breath, both of us broke into giggles at the way we looked. Our cheeks were flushed, our lips reddened, our faces sweaty with strands of damp hair clinging to our foreheads — and my hair wasn’t the only thing getting damp, my panties were too! I wondered if Hannah’s undies might be in the same condition as mine. I was pretty sure they must have been and almost said something about it, but then I decided not to.

Instead, I said, “Hey, um… do you think your mom, your mum, would let you stay for dinner here? I can call my mom and ask her but I’m sure she’ll say okay. Do you want to?”

She said she did, so we made our calls, and Hannah had dinner with us that night. My mother liked her a lot, and Dana did too.

As we were eating dessert, Chelsea said to our mother, “Mommy, can my friend Samantha come here for dinner too?”

“I don’t see why not,” said my mom. “But I don’t think we know about Samantha yet, sweetie. Can you tell us about her?”

I noticed Hannah looking a bit confused by this exchange. She was clearly trying to understand why Chelsea would refer to my mother as ‘Mommy’. When I’d introduced Hannah to them, I’d told her Dana was Chelsea’s mom. I had some explaining to do, but not right then.

“Samantha’s my friend,” said Chelsea. “She has freckles. She’s a girl, um… she’s 7, like me, and she’s in my class. She’s my friend.”

“All right,” Mommy said. “She sounds like a lovely child. But you know, I think I probably should talk with her mother first and make sure it’s okay for Samantha to come here for dinner. Do you have her phone number?”

“Whose phone number?”

“Samantha’s.”

“No, but I can ask her for it, I guess.”

“Why don’t you do that, sweetie,” Mommy smiled, “and then I’ll call Samantha’s mom and talk to her, and we’ll have your friend over to dinner, all right?”

“Okay. Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

It was getting dark outside by the time we finished dinner and dessert, so Dana offered to take Hannah home when she and Chelsea left to drive back to their apartment. As it turned out, I didn’t get a chance to say anything to Hannah that evening about the unorthodox relationships between the various members of our family, but I was sure the topic would come up soon enough.

* * *

Later that night, as I lay in bed rubbing my pussy while I thought about how pretty Ms. Firth was, and as I recalled how nice it felt kissing Hannah — and as I imagined Hannah masturbating while she thought about Ms. Firth — I also began to think about Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, and the way she’d looked at me that afternoon, and at her niece and her daughter too. I was almost sure I’d seen desire in her eyes, lesbian lust, an attraction to young girls, very young girls.

Was that really possible, or was I only imagining it? Of course I knew it was possible. I’d already known several women who were that way, who craved sex with girls my age or even younger. But how common was it really?

I tried to think about the other moms I knew, like the mothers of some of my friends at school, the few that I’d met. They weren’t all that way, or at least I certainly couldn’t see it just by looking at them. In fact, I wasn’t sure any of them were. I was pretty sure Elaine Gallagher wasn’t like that either. I knew she liked watching lesbian porn, because I’d found it, but I’d never seen any indication that she was drawn to young girls like me.

Then I thought about my teachers at school, the females. As far as I could tell, none of them were clearly that way. Once in a while, perhaps, I might catch a teacher admiring a cute young student in a short skirt, but not very often (I’m talking about the women, of course — the male teachers nearly all looked at the pretty girls a lot, but I simply tuned them out).

On the other hand, I knew my own mother was like that, and Dana too, obviously. I suspected the same thing of Paula, Riley’s mom, and now of Kelsey and possibly of Lauren as well. So maybe it wasn’t everyone, but it could be a fairly high percentage of women who were that way. It made me want to find out for sure — about these other women, I mean, the mothers of Hannah and Lindsey and Riley.

During all this contemplation, I’d continued rubbing myself but I wasn’t anywhere close to an orgasm yet. The mental effort had taken precedent over my libidinous arousal. Now, however, as I began to picture those sexy moms with their young daughters, lying naked in bed with them, kissing them and touching them, I quickly got very turned on and extremely wet. It didn’t take long for me to reach a powerful climax then, as I thought about all the exciting possibilities of lesbian incest.

* * *

The very next day as soon as our mother arrived home from the office, Chelsea ran up to her, handing Mommy a piece of paper torn from a notebook. It had Samantha’s phone number scrawled on it. After changing out of her work clothes, Mommy called and spoke with Megan Oliver, Samantha’s mom. They agreed that the next day, Friday, Samantha would walk with Chelsea to our house after school and have dinner with us.

I thought it was interesting that my mother was the one who made the phone call to Samantha’s mom, and not Dana, Chelsea’s actual mother. I guess that was in keeping with our adjusted relationships, where Mommy took on the role of parent to all of us, including Dana. Apparently Ms. Oliver never asked about that, at least not that I could tell as I listened to our mother’s half of the conversation.

Friday soon came, and we all got to meet the adorable 7-year-old Samantha. She was tall for her age, and thin, with dark curly hair and lots of freckles. Her eyes were hazel, and kind of squinty.

The girl was fairly quiet at first, probably feeling a bit overwhelmed at being surrounded by the many other females in our expanded family, most of whom were very talkative. After a while, though, Samantha loosened up. She started talking more, and laughing a lot too. It was cute when she laughed, because then her cheeks puffed out and her eyes creased almost shut.

We learned that she was an only child, that her mom was a hairdresser, that her father had left them when Samantha was a toddler and that she hardly ever saw him any more. She told us, in answer to a question from me, that her favorite subjects in school were art and reading. We also learned that the girl strongly preferred to be called Samantha, not Sam or Sammie. Dana had asked her about that, and the reply was quite definite.

At 8:00 o’clock, Mommy drove Samantha home. Dana and Chelsea went along with them. When they came back, they told us that Megan, Samantha’s mom, was a tall, slender redhead with even more freckles than her daughter. She was in her mid-twenties, apparently, and very pretty.

“I sure would like to fuck her,” our mother said, and we all giggled.

“Just her mom?” I asked, “Or Samantha too?”

“Oh, both, definitely,” Mommy winked. “But now, come on, it’s getting late. I want you younger girls in bed and asleep by 10:00, and before then, I want to lick your pussies and have you lick mine, okay?”

“Yay!” Molly and Chelsea clapped.

Kate and I had taken taken care of the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen right after dinner, so we all headed upstairs for a night of naughty fun.

* * *

Earlier that week, Elaine had called to ask if I could babysit her kids on Saturday evening, starting at around 6:00. There wasn’t anything else going on that night that I knew about, and it was always nice making the extra money, so I said I would. But then out of the blue on Saturday, Molly asked if Emily could come to our house that same night for a sleepover.

Our mother phoned Emily’s mom, Theresa Chandler, to talk about it. When she hung up, Mommy told Molly it was fine, and that in fact she and Dana would be going out to dinner that evening with Theresa.

“I thought Ms. Chandler was married,” I said.

“She is,” my mom replied, “but her husband is out of town, attending a medical conference. So this will be a good opportunity for us to get to know her better.”

The look on her face when she said that made it pretty clear what she was thinking about. Then she turned to my sister.

“Kate,” Mommy began, “Julie is sitting tonight for the Gallagher kids. That means you’ll be the oldest one here, while we’re out at dinner. Can I trust you to be responsible for Molly and Emily and Chelsea?”

“Sure, it’s cool,” Kate nodded. “No probs.”

“We can play Undercover Spy with Emily!” Molly enthused. Chelsea thought that was a wonderful idea, excitedly jumping up and down as they talked about it.

I kicked myself for having accepted that babysitting job. While I liked making the money, I would hate to miss out on seeing 9-year-old Emily naked and touching her all over. I briefly considering calling Ms. Gallagher to cancel — but then decided that wouldn’t be right, and anyhow my mom would be furious if I went back on my word. I resigned myself to the situation, frowning inside.

Dana took me over to Elaine’s at 6:00 so Mommy would be home to greet Theresa when she arrived with Emily. As we drove, my ‘big sister’ reached over and patted my leg.

“You’re upset, aren’t you,” Dana said, “about missing the fun with the girls.”

Obviously I wasn’t hiding my feelings very well. “It’s all right,” I sighed. “There’ll be other chances, I guess.”

“Of course there will be, lots of ‘em. Just think, Julie, you’re only 13 now. You have your whole life to look for little girls to play with, and big girls too. I’ll bet by the time you’re my age you’ll have had sex with like hundreds of girls and women.”

“You really think so?”

“Sure, why not? If that’s what you want to do, anyway. Maybe, though, you’ll find one special girl and decide to settle down, concentrate just on her and not play around so much.”

I grinned at Dana. “You already know who my special girl is. There’ll never be anyone else but her for me.”

“Mommy, right?” she winked.

“Uh-huh.”

“What about, um, Hannah? You like her a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. She’s really cute and smart and everything, and sexy. I like Hannah. But it’s different with her, or with anyone else. It’s not the same as with Mommy.”

“I know. I’m glad you two are so in love. It’s nice.” She stopped the car in front of the Gallagher’s. “Okay, here we are. Call us when you get done.”

“All right, I will.” I kissed Dana on the lips. “Bye, I love you. And thanks for the ride.”

“I love you too, honey. Have fun.”

It actually wasn’t much fun, of course. Elaine’s two children, Justin and Britney, weren’t hard to deal with or anything. They were fine, just not very exciting. Justin, who was 6, was a boy, so there was nothing there to interest me, and Britney, only 3, was still too young to arouse any real sexual desire.

The only good thing was after I put the kids to bed I called Hannah and talked to her for a while. We were getting to know each other better, sharing more of our secrets. I wasn’t ready yet to tell her any of the really big secrets in my life — about my mom and my sisters and everything — but I sensed that I might be able to someday.

Hannah seemed to me like a girl who would be interested in, shall we way, some of the kinkier varieties of lesbian sex. I wasn’t sure then why I thought that, it was just a feeling. It turned out I was right, of course, although it would be another month until we truly began revealing ourselves to each other.

Elaine got back at a little after 10:00.

“How was your date?” I asked. She’d told me she was having dinner with an older man she’d met online through a dating site.

“Not bad,” she smiled. “I liked him. His name is Carl. He’s sort of… dignified. I like that in a man.”

“Good, I’m glad.” I was pleased to see Elaine feeling happy for once. It seemed like the poor woman almost never had any luck with her dates. Maybe this time things would work out for her.

Mommy came to pick me up. While we were driving home, she told me about their dinner with Theresa. She seemed pretty excited about it.

“You’ll never believe this,” she said.

“What.”

“Her husband is gay.”

“What??”

“Yes,” she laughed. “Theresa really opened up to us tonight. It seems that she knew about his, uh, his past and his preferences when he asked her to marry him ten years ago. He swore that was all behind him then, his bisexuality and everything, that he was devoted only to her.”

“And then what?”

“Well, for a few years apparently he was able to stay straight. But after a while his desires got the better of him. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. I mean, everyone has a right to pursue their own interests as long as no one gets hurt. But you see, he’d made a commitment to Theresa, and she trusted him. Plus, there’s the AIDS virus to worry about.”

“Wow. So, is she gonna divorce him?”

“I don’t think so, at least not right away. She’s known about this for quite a while, about his extramarital activities, I mean, and they’ve decided to stay together, if not sleep together. He makes a very good living as a surgeon, so there’s that for Theresa to think about. And they both seem to feel it’s better for them socially if they stay married.”

My mother paused and licked her lips. I could see her thinking. I was sure there was something else coming.

“But?” I prompted.

She chuckled, “But — Theresa has finally decided that if it’s all right for him to have fun on the side, there’s no reason she shouldn’t be able to as well.”

“Is she gonna start dating other men?”

“Well, perhaps… but it seems that our lovely Theresa is more interested now in exploring the other side.”

“You mean…”

“Uh-huh,” Mommy grinned, “and that’s what we spent the second part of our dinner talking about. She was full of questions for me and Dana about what it’s like being a lesbian.”

“Oh my god.”

We’d reached our house. My mom pulled into the garage and shut off the engine, but before we got out of the car, she turned to look at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Now, you understand, honey, we can’t be spreading all this around. Theresa told these things to us in confidence, and I don’t want to violate her trust. I’m sharing it with you because, well, because you’re my partner in a way, the one person I feel closer to than anyone else in the world.”

“Oh, Mommy, thank you for saying that.”

She raised her hand to my cheek, gently caressing my face. Her touch was warm and tender. She leaned close and kissed my mouth.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“Mommy…”

We kissed again, more deeply this time, tongues exploring. It was a little awkward, of course, being in the car, trying to grab for each other with the steering wheel and the shift console in the way. Realizing that, we giggled and got out, heading into the house.

We found Dana and Kate on the sofa, eagerly making out. They took a break from kissing when we came in, but with their arms still around each other, cheeks flushed, lips wet and shiny.

“Hi!” chirped Dana.

“Hi,” our mother laughed. “Where are the little ones? Asleep, I hope?”

It was almost 11:00 o’clock by then.

“I don’t know if they’re asleep,” Kate shrugged. “Probably not. But they’re in bed, in Molly’s room.”

“All right.” Mommy leaned down and kissed them both on the mouth, Dana first, then Kate.

As she straightened up, my mom put a hand over her breast, squeezing it. The other hand went between her legs.

“How about if the four of us go up to my room and get in bed together,” she said. “I think we’d all like to hear about the sexy games you played with those little girls, Katie, while we were out tonight.”

Continue on to Chapter 96

I woke before anyone else the next morning. Looking at the clock radio on my mother’s bedside table, I saw it was only a little after 7:00. I felt kind of bad about leaving Kate all alone in my bed the night before, so I got up and went back to my own room, sliding in beside my sister and cuddling with her as she snoozed.

The next thing I knew, it was almost 9:00, and the sun was streaming in the window. I’d been awakened by the sound of little girls giggling and jabbering out in the hall. Molly and Riley and Chelsea were up and very noisy.

I took a quick shower, then put on a pair of gym shorts and a thin t-shirt with no panties or bra. For some reason I wanted to feel unencumbered. I trotted downstairs and found the kids in the kitchen, already eating cereal. Mommy and Dana joined us a few minutes later and made coffee for themselves. Kate slept on.

At around 10:30, Paula showed up. She’d walked over to our house, which was about six blocks from hers. Mommy brought her into the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee. Paula looked surprisingly good. I couldn’t see any signs of a hangover, whatever those might be. She was in a cute sky blue sundress, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and makeup nicely applied.

As she leaned against the counter sipping coffee, I tried to picture Paula making love to a woman, maybe that secretary she’d had an affair with. It was pretty easy to imagine. Paula just seemed like the type. Maybe it was the way she was looking at Dana and my mom, with frank sexual interest — and at me too, glancing down at my nipples poking through my t-shirt.

The women chatted for a few minutes, but then Paula told Riley they had to get going. They were supposed to pick up Alexa at her friend’s house. We walked them to the door and waved goodbye. About then, Kate came down, wearing only panties and an oversized UConn basketball jersey that kept slipping off her shoulders.

Mommy gave my sister a big hug and a kiss, asking, “What would you like for breakfast, pumpkin? Shall I make waffles for you? Or bacon and eggs?”

Katie smiled, “No, um, but maybe, could you make some cinnamon toast?”

“Of course I could.” Mommy kissed her on the lips again, then turned to us. “How about you girls? Would you like some cinnamon toast too?”

Dana, Chelsea, Molly, and I all said we would. Our mother makes great cinnamon toast, so buttery and sweet and perfect.

We sat around the kitchen table, enjoying the treat. There were four chairs, so Chelsea was on Dana’s lap. Mommy was standing near us, drinking another cup of coffee.

I asked Molly, “After you guys went to bed last night, did you do anything in the dark with Riley? Like kissing and stuff?”

Chelsea nodded, eyes bright, her mouth full of toast.

Molly said, “Yeah, we did. I like kissing Riley.”

“Me too,” Chelsea added, after swallowing. “I like kissing Riley.”

“So, was there anything else,” I asked, “besides kissing?”

Molly shook her head. “No, not really, just kissing, like at my slumber party. Only this time we were naked.”

“You were naked?” Mommy asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” Molly grinned. “We slept that way, all three of us. After we got done kissing, we talked for a while too. Riley said she really liked that game, Undercover Spy.”

“What’s Undercover Spy?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, it was a game Kate showed us,” Molly told her, “where you have to try to get the secret formula from the evil scientist and win.”

“It was really fun,” said Chelsea. “I liked it.”

It turned out, in fact, that in the months to come that game Kate invented became a big hit among the 9- and 10-year-old girls in our neighborhood, Molly’s friends. They all wanted to come over and play it with us! I’m not sure if word ever got back to any of their moms (or dads) about the kind of game this was — the first rule being that you had to take off each other’s clothes and do a complete body search — but if it did, no one ever complained about it.

I wouldn’t have minded, of course, if Riley’s mother found out about that. I was kind of hoping that if she did it might encourage her to do more with us, or at least with my mom and Dana. For some reason, I had a sense that Paula wouldn’t be upset about that game and what the little girls were doing with one another, that it would more likely turn her on. And I was right, it definitely did, although it took a few more months for everything to work out the way I wanted.

Eventually, Riley’s mom and Emily’s mom and Lindsey’s mom and a lot of other moms —

But, wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Before I get to all that stuff, there are some other things I have to tell you about first.

So, okay, let me try to take each thing in order. To start with, Paula didn’t go out dancing with Dana and my mother again for a couple of months after that, even though they invited her a few times. When I asked Mommy why that was, she told me Paula probably was embarrassed about getting so drunk and making all those confessions to them that first time. When they finally did go out, though, that’s when things got really interesting, with Theresa, Emily’s mom, becoming involved too. But we’ll get to all that later.

Toward the end of August, a couple of weeks after our initial game of Undercover Spy, Kate went away to her basketball camp in Kentucky. When she came back after five days, she was full of stories to tell us.

My sister was absolutely thrilled with how much she’d learned during the instruction and practice sessions during the day — but I think she may have had even more fun at night. Take a bunch of high-spirited, athletic girls, 11 or 12 years old, put them alone in a dorm at night and you can just imagine what happens.

Our whole family enjoyed hearing Kate describe her intimate erotic escapades with those hot young girls. We spent several nights listening, masturbating, and then fucking each other like mad as we talked about it.

Then, on a Tuesday evening — August 31st, to be exact, four days after Kate had returned home from camp — we were eating dinner when our mother made an announcement. Dana and Chelsea were there too, as they often were. At least half the time they would have supper with us before going back to their apartment for the night.

What Mommy said was, “Girls, I’ve made some arrangements that you all need to know about.”

Oooh, there was that word. Whenever my mom said something about making ‘arrangements’, it almost always led to an exciting sexual adventure. What would it be this time?

“As you know,” she continued, “Julie’s birthday is coming up soon.”

Yes, it was! On September 7, 2010, I would turn 13 years old. I would be an official teenager!

“For Kate’s birthday, we had that camping trip, or should I say cabin trip, which was a lot of fun,” Mommy said. “And then she got to go away to the basketball camp too, and learn so many new things.”

There were giggles around the table as we caught our mother’s innuendo.

“I’m also making plans for Molly, for her birthday in October. I won’t say anything more specific about that now, except to mention that it will include a lot of horseback riding.”

Molly beamed, bouncing in her seat and clapping, “Yay!”

“And now that I have two more lovely daughters in my family,” Mommy said as she smiled warmly at our ‘sisters’, Dana and Chelsea, “when their birthdays come up in January and in March, I can promise the surprises will be just as special for each of them too.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Dana blushed. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, darling girl,” Mommy winked. Then she turned to me, taking my hand in hers. “Now, for Julie, for her birthday. I’ve decided it might be nice for the two of us to have a romantic getaway together, something like we did last spring. Not to the Sapphic Retreat this time, but somewhere else.”

My mother gazed into my eyes. I could see how she felt about me. It was a different kind of love than between a normal mom and daughter. She loved me that way too, of course, very much, but she also loved me intimately, as a lover — and not just a sexual partner, either, but a romantic partner, a soulmate.

The strength and depth and heat of my mother’s love made me feel dizzy. I melted inside, swooning in my chair, panties quickly getting damp. She put a hand on my cheek, leaning close to me, and brought her lips to mine. We shared a tender kiss.

“Aww…” Kate and Dana sighed in unison. The younger girls, Molly and Chelsea, giggled with delight.

My sisters knew very well about the special bond Mommy and I had with one another. It wasn’t something we’d planned, it simply happened. They knew we were in love — and they also knew it didn’t mean she loved them any less than she loved me. But there was something additional between us, something unique and transcendent and irreplaceable.

“So, what do you think, Julie?” my mother softly asked as she drew lips away from mine. “Would you like to go away together for a few days, just the two of us, to celebrate your birthday?”

“Yeah, um, yeah,” I nodded, so overcome I could barely speak. “Of course. I’d love it.”

“When we get back,” Mommy told the others, “we’ll have a regular party, with a cake and presents and everything, all right? Julie and I will leave on Friday, come back on Monday, and we’ll have her party on Tuesday night.”

Monday was Labor Day, a holiday. Tuesday was my actual birthday, and then on Wednesday, school would start up again. It was going to be quite a week!

“Where, um…” I cleared my throat, “where are we going?”

“Well, I thought we might go to New York City, maybe see some shows, visit the museums, and also spend a lot of time alone in our hotel room,” she winked.

“New York! Wow! Really?” I had never been to New York City, but I’d wanted to go there for the longest time.

“Yes, really,” Mommy chuckled. “Does that sound all right to you?”

“Oh my god!” I jumped up from my chair and fell all over my mom, squeezing and kissing her again and again.

* * *

That was the most amazing birthday. NYC was exactly as I thought it would be — big and bustling and beautiful, exciting and romantic, even a little scary too, all at once. We rode the subways, walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, had a picnic in Central Park, went to the top of the Empire State Building, saw the Statue of Liberty, visited a couple of fantastic museums, ate in great restaurants, and also saw a Broadway show, Chicago. It was awesome. Everything was awesome!

As we moved around the city together, we were almost always hand in hand or arm in arm, and kissing a lot too. I don’t know if people could tell we were in love — although I don’t see how they could miss it — and I don’t know if they thought it was odd to see a 30-something woman acting that way with a 12-year-old girl. But if they did, nobody said anything about it. Maybe stuff like that, or even stranger stuff, is just normal for New York City.

The nights were glorious. Our hotel room was way high up in a very tall building, with a fabulous view of the skyline, Central Park, and all the twinkling lights. We would leave the curtains wide open and make love nude in front of the world, open to anyone with sharp eyes or a telescope. Mommy and I were putting on our own kind of show, and that was tons of sexy fun.

Of course, it had to come to an end. Four days went by much too quickly, and then we were flying home. I cuddled close to my mom on the plane, loving her, totally in love with her. I was the happiest girl in the universe.

My birthday party with the family was great too. I got so many wonderful presents from everyone, and then as a special treat, Mommy took off all my clothes and laid me on top of the dining table. She had a can of whipped cream, which she sprayed on my pussy. For the next half hour or so, my mom and my sisters all enjoyed their dessert, eating whipped cream and eating my cunt. I lost track of how many times I came.

* * *

Then it was back to school — eighth grade for me, sixth for Kate, fourth for Molly, and second for little Chelsea. Molly and Chelsea were only a year apart in age, but Molly had skipped second grade.

The first day of school is always kind of unnerving, of course, at least it is for me. Even though I’d been attending the same small private school for years and knew just about everyone there, it still made me feel uneasy. But it went just fine, as usual. No problems at all after I got over my first day jitters.

The second day is when something really special happened. That was when I attended one of my new classes for the first time, Art & Design. I had it only two days a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m not sure now why I ever decided to take that class, since I’m really not much of an artist. Maybe I just liked the sound of it. Anyway, I’m sure glad I did!

The teacher was someone new to our school, Ms. Firth, and omigod, she was super sexy. A slim, hazel-eyed brunette with long silky hair that flowed down her back, she wasn’t very tall, around 5’3”, but had the most amazing figure — nice big boobs and a butt I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She was probably in her early forties (42, I later found out), although she definitely looked younger.

On that morning when I first saw my newest teacher, she was wearing a dark brown dress. It was knee-length and had buttons up the front of the bodice, closed all the way to the neck, so I suppose you could say it was modest enough. But the smooth stretchy material hugged her curves, and the fabric belt around the waist accented the woman’s shapeliness. Right away I had the hots for her, and I wasn’t the only one.

Nearly all the boys were ogling Ms. Firth, and some of the girls were as well. One of the girls in particular seemed just as taken with our teacher as I was. This was someone I hadn’t met before, a cute, slender little redhead under five feet tall with the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, and braces too. Her name was Hannah. When the girl was asked to introduce herself to the class and I heard her adorable English accent, my heart started beating right out of my chest.

At lunch that day I made sure to seek out the new girl. I wanted to sit next to her if I could, and get to know her. It was funny, because after I spotted Hannah in the cafeteria, I watched a couple of boys make an effort to sit with her, but she quickly shooed them away. She didn’t seem bashful about doing it, either. I admired her spunk.

I walked with my tray over toward her table. There were a few other kids sitting there, two girls and two boys, but the place next to Hannah was unoccupied.

After making a pretense of looking around, as if uncertain where I wanted to go, I said to her, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No, I don’t mind,” the girl smiled.

Actually, that’s incorrect — smiled is the wrong word. She glowed, radiated, sparkled. Hannah has a beautiful wide mouth with full pink lips. When she smiles, it’s like the world is suddenly bathed in the most dazzling white light. As I’m sure you can tell, I was instantly smitten.

We chatted while we ate our lunch, with me trying not to be too obvious about the growing crush I had on this girl, at least not at first. I soon learned that she and her mom (or ‘mum’ as she put it), had moved over recently from the UK. Her mother was divorced, and the dad was still back in England. They were renting a house, which it turned out was only a couple blocks away from ours. Very cool.

Hannah was 13 years old, like I was, and would turn 14 in February. She liked art, costume play, watching cartoons, doing up her long, copper-colored hair in different styles, and… wait for it… she liked girls!!

Yes, it’s amazing, but in only about twenty minutes, during that first conversation, she and I discovered, or revealed, that both of us liked girls, not boys. I told her I’d made the decision for sure about two years earlier, and she said for her it had seemed that way basically forever. Of course, this was at school, and so we couldn’t be obvious about it or anything, but the look she gave me — and that I gave her in return — made it clear that the two of us would become very close friends.

Argh! The damn bell rang then, so we had to go on to our next class which unfortunately we didn’t share. But we agreed to get together after school and talk some more.

When the last period ended, I found Kate and told her I wouldn’t be taking the bus home with her and Molly, that I had to stay late that day and would walk home after a while. The school was about a mile and a half from our house.

“Is it a girl or a teacher?” my sister asked. She could see right through me.

“It’s a girl,” I grinned, blushing. “Her name is Hannah. She’s a redhead, a new girl, did you see her?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” Kate shrugged. “It seems like there’s a lot of new kids this year.”

“Yeah, it does,” I nodded. “Okay, anyway, I’ll be home pretty soon. I won’t be too late.”

As I started to turn away, Kate asked, “Is she cute?”

“Omigod,” I gushed, rolling my eyes and licking my lips.

My sister giggled, then set off toward the bus.

Hannah and I met in a prearranged spot, by a drinking fountain near her locker. As I started saying something about walking home together, she said, “We don’t have to walk. My mum’s picking me up. You can ride with us.”

“Oh. Okay.” I was a little surprised. I’d been hoping she and I would have some time alone together, a chance to talk and get to know each other better while we walked. But perhaps this would work out. It might be interesting, in any case, to meet Hannah’s mother.

We headed out to the parking lot, carrying our backpacks. On the way, I asked if Hannah had any brothers or sisters. She said she didn’t, that she was an only child.

“Except for Lindsey,” she added.

“What do you mean? Who’s Lindsey?”

“She’s — wait, there’s my mum.” Hannah waved, and took my arm, pulling me along the sidewalk.

I noticed a woman with straight dark hair standing by a car, smiling and waving to us. She was curvy, even a little plump, wearing jeans and a tight-fitting scoop-neck sweater. I could tell right away she had nice boobs. We got closer and I saw she wore a lot of makeup, dark eyeliner and red lipstick. Her face was round and pretty, with big brown eyes like her daughter’s. It looked like she was in her early thirties.

“Mum? This is Julie, my new friend. Julie, this is my mum.”

“Hello, Ms. Jones,” I nodded.

The woman held out her hand and I took it. Her grip was warm, her smile bright and welcoming. “Hiya, love, it’s good to make your acquaintance. You can call me Kelsey.”

As Hannah and I climbed into the back seat, I found there was another girl in the car, a tiny blonde sitting in the front passenger seat — and this was someone I thought I knew, one of Molly’s friends from her slumber party. It was that Lindsey!

“Hi! You’re in Molly’s class, aren’t you?” I said to her.

“Uh-huh,” she smiled and nodded, pretty blue eyes twinkling. “Hi, Julie!”

“Oh, you two already know each other?” Kelsey asked. “It’s truly a small world, eh?”

We started home, with Hannah’s mother doing most of the talking at first, asking about our classes and teachers and stuff like that. I still had no idea how Lindsey fit into the picture, but I didn’t ask about it then, figuring I would find out eventually.

After a couple of minutes, Kelsey asked where I lived. I gave her the address, but she didn’t know the street names very well yet and wasn’t sure where that was.

“It’s only two streets over from yours,” I told her. “Really close.”

“You can come to our house first, okay?” Hannah said. “Then we’ll walk over to yours.”

So, that’s what we did. The house they lived in was nice but with only one story, not as big as ours. It was on a street where most of the houses were smaller and older, but it did have three bedrooms. Hannah showed me her room and Lindsey showed me hers too. They lived together, obviously.

I also met Lindsey’s mom, Lauren. I recalled seeing her waving from a car the morning after the slumber party, but I’d never actually met her. Lauren, who was about 30 years old, was short, only 5’1” or so, and slim but with a nice figure. She was very fair skinned with a few freckles on her arms and her small nose. Her hair was sort of dirty blonde, pulled back in a ponytail.

“Would you poppets like something to drink?” Kelsey asked. “Perhaps a few biscuits?”

Biscuits? I wondered. But then I remembered that’s the word British people use for cookies.

“I need to get back to work,” Lauren said. “Julie, say hi to your mother for me, all right?”

“Okay, I will.”

Hannah, Lindsey, and I sat around the kitchen table, enjoying a snack of cookies and milk. Kelsey sat with us, drinking tea. Between the three of them, I gradually learned how they were connected.

Lauren was the first cousin of Kelsey, Hannah’s mom. Apparently Kelsey and Lauren, who were less than a year apart in age, had been very close when they were kids. They were both only children and lived on the same block, so they spent a lot of time together, growing up more like sisters than cousins. But when Lauren was 14, her father, a computer programmer, got a great job offer from a company in the US, and the family moved far away across the ocean.

They stayed in touch, of course, and Kelsey and Lauren saw each other maybe once a year when Lauren’s family flew back to England for visits. Time went by. In her last year of high school, Kelsey got pregnant (I was kind of surprised she told me that, but she did). The father, who soon became her husband, was an auto mechanic, six years older than Kelsey. Three months after the wedding, Hannah was born. The marriage was pretty stormy, with several long separations. After twelve years, they were finally divorced.

Meanwhile, Lauren found herself pregnant as well, at age 21. She was in college then, about to graduate with a degree in computer science. Unlike her cousin, she had never married, but decided to have the child, Lindsey, and to raise her on her own — with help from her parents, of course. Lindsey never met her father, and it seemed everyone was fine with that.

Lauren worked at home as a freelance software designer. Her specialty was creating user interfaces, mostly for big companies, to manage their databases or something like that. She had to travel a lot, consulting with the companies she worked for and teaching them to use the software and stuff. This new living arrangement was ideal, because now Lindsey, who was 9, had someone to take care of her when her mother was out of town.

Back in England, Kelsey had worked as a secretary for a real estate development company. She hadn’t found a job yet in the US, but there wasn’t really much of a hurry about it, because Lauren made enough money to support them all without any problem. Still, Kelsey did want to work again. She just wasn’t sure what kind of job she might like.

I suddenly realized we’d been talking for a long time and I needed to get home. Kate and Molly might be worrying about me. (Probably not, but you never know.) Hannah said she would walk with me, so she could see where I lived.

When I said goodbye and thanked Kelsey for the ‘biscuits’, she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying she hoped they’d see me again real soon. I noticed something about that, about the unusually intimate way she squeezed me, and also how she’d been looking not only at me as we sat around the kitchen table, but at the other girls too, her niece and her daughter. I couldn’t be certain, of course, but I got the idea that Kelsey might have more than just a friendly interest in me and more than simply a maternal interest in the other two girls.

By this time, I’d had quite a bit of experience with women who felt a strong sexual desire for young girls, who were lesbian pedophiles. My own mother was one, of course, as was Dana, and then there were all those moms I’d met at the Sapphic Retreat. I was pretty sure I could recognize that look when I saw it — and that’s what I thought I saw in Kelsey. Maybe in Lauren, too, although I really hadn’t talked to her for very long.

I didn’t say anything about all this to Hannah, obviously, as we were walking over to my house. We didn’t know each other well enough yet for something like that. And anyway, there was another topic of conversation that my new friend quickly brought up: Ms. Firth! We talked about how pretty she was, about her long, beautiful hair, about how nice she looked in that tight dress.

“I really like her,” Hannah said.

“I do too,” I agreed.

“But I mean I really like her, you know?” Hannah’s brown eyes sparkled. “Like I’ll be thinking about her tonight when I… well, you know.”

“Yeah, I do know,” I nodded.

I felt a tingle between my legs as I pictured not only the alluring Ms. Firth, but as I thought about this small girl walking beside me and what she would be doing later on that night — alone in her bed in the dark, playing with her pussy, dreaming of lesbian sex, making herself come.

Continue on to Chapter 95

“98, 99, 100!”

We opened the closet door and stepped out into my sister Molly’s bedroom. It was dark, but there was enough faint light coming in through the curtains that Riley and I could see each other fairly well. We stood for a moment, eyes running up and down one another’s nude bodies. The only thing we had on were red scarves tied around our foreheads.

We heard giggling voices out in the hall, the voices of little girls. It was Molly and Chelsea. Oh no, the blue team was already ahead of us!

“Come on!” Riley urged, tugging on my hand.

I ran behind her to the bedroom door. We threw it open and darted into the darkened hall. It was hard to see much of anything, but I caught a glimpse of two bare bottoms racing away from us and starting down the stairs.

“There they go!” I pointed.

Now I led the way, holding Riley’s hand. She was not as familiar with our house, so we couldn’t move too fast. I didn’t want her to fall or get hurt. Her hand felt warm in mine, and slightly moist. It was really turning me on. I was tempted to stop right there and take the girl in my arms and start kissing her, but I didn’t. We had a game to play.

At the top of the stairs, I paused. “Can you see all right?” I asked Riley.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

Below us, we could see Chelsea and Molly standing in the middle of the family room, looking around. Their slim, shadowy, naked bodies were so tantalizing to me. I wondered if the sight would have the same effect on Riley.

“Let’s go!” she said, hurrying me.

The girl was right. I was letting my lust get in the way of winning the game.

“All right,” I nodded, “come on.”

As we started down, still holding hands, we heard a voice call out, “Kate?” It was Molly. Then Chelsea called, “Mad scientist? Where are you?!”

Of course Kate didn’t respond. It was our job to find her. But the good thing was, the blue team hadn’t located her yet. Maybe the red team could get there first!

We all hunted around, eventually flushing Kate from her hiding place under the table in the dining room. She ran away laughing, with four nude girls in pursuit. When she tried to jump over the sofa, I managed to tackle her. My sister and I fell together onto the cushions, giggling like crazy. I reached for the bottle, but she held it away from me.

Then, all at once, the other girls were on top of us — scrambling, clawing, struggling, grabbing — skin on skin, smooth young bodies slipping and sliding together. What a great game this was!

Kate somehow wriggled out from beneath the pile and raced away, clutching the secret formula. We jumped up and started after her. She ran back into the dining room, with Molly and Chelsea right behind her.

“Wait!” I said to Riley, before lowering my voice to a whisper. “Over here… we’ll head her off.”

I took my partner the other way, toward the kitchen. We waited just outside the swinging door. Sure enough, a second later it burst open and Kate came bolting through — right into our arms!

We held her tight. This time, I was determined not to let her get away. Kate was very strong, though, an athlete with toned muscles. She was just about to slip from my grasp when Chelsea and Molly caught up with us.

They grabbed onto her too, small arms around Kate’s waist, around her chest, around her legs, between her legs. I envied my sister at that moment, wishing I could be the evil scientist.

“You won’t get away with it!” I cried. “We’re going to stop you! The red team will get the formula!”

“Yeah!” Riley shouted, reaching up to where Kate was holding the bottle aloft, trying to take it from her. “We’ll get it!”

“No, the blue team will! The blue team!” Chelsea yelled. And then she climbed on top of me, crawling right up my back and onto my shoulders. The little girl’s bare legs were around my neck, her pussy pressing into my hair as she strained upward.

I had a firm grip around Kate’s waist and chest now, one hand over a breast, the hard nipple pressing into my palm. Molly was holding onto her legs. Riley was trying to grab the formula, but Chelsea had a better chance from her position atop my shoulders. She had both hands around the bottle, but the child wasn’t strong enough to wrest it away from Kate. Something had to give.

Our frantic struggling had slowly taken us away from the kitchen door, and into the family room. I didn’t realize how far we’d actually gone, though, until suddenly my hip bumped against the back of the sofa and I began to lose my balance.

I whooped as I felt my feet slipping out from under me. Kate and Molly were going down with me. Chelsea toppled from her perch and fell onto the sofa, bouncing on the cushions, laughing with glee.

Molly and Kate and I all grabbed for the back of the sofa at the same time, trying to stay upright. But we pulled too hard, and the sofa tipped over backwards! We all collapsed onto it alongside little Chelsea, who was laughing so hard she couldn’t stop.

Riley fell with us too. She made a last desperate lunge for the formula, but just as she did, Kate’s hand struck the padded arm of the sofa — and the plastic bottle went skittering away across the floor!

Chelsea’s giddy laughter was contagious. I wanted to get up and race after the bottle, but I had Kate and Molly on top of me, and anyway, I was out of breath from laughing. Everyone else was in the same condition. We all lay together, five giggling, gasping naked girls.

The first to recover was Riley. She started to push herself up, but wasn’t quite quick enough. Kate reached out and pulled her down again. Molly rolled off me, and I was free, at least for the moment. As I struggled to my feet, I grabbed Molly’s arm, preventing her from going after the formula. Chelsea tried to get up too, but Kate caught her, wrapping an arm around her slim thigh, holding her tight.

I pushed Molly back onto the sofa — not too hard, but hard enough that she went down, flopping into the cushions. I turned and looked for the bottle. There it was, partially hidden under a chair.

“Come on!” I called to Riley, clutching her hand, trying to pull her away from Kate’s grasp. Just as I thought my teammate was about to break loose, Kate suddenly released her. Riley flew into me, knocking me off balance once again. We fell to the floor, laughing.

Kate shot past us, moving like a blur. She snagged the secret formula from under the chair, then ran toward the stairs. Riley and I got up as fast as we could, but Chelsea and Molly, the blue team, were already ahead of us. They followed Kate up the stairs with the red team right behind them, all five of us shouting at the top of our lungs. I wonder what the neighbors must have thought?

The evil scientist disappeared into my room. Aha! That meant if we could just take the bottle away from her, and get onto my bed, we would win! Of course it meant the same thing for the other team too. We had to get there first!

We were still behind, though. The blue team entered the bedroom ahead of us. When Riley and I got to the door, we saw movement in the dark but it was hard to tell what was going on. Forgetting all about the rules, I switched on the overhead light. It was momentarily blinding.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw the three of them, Molly, Chelsea, and Kate, wrestling on my bed, naked limbs flailing, sheets and covers and pillows going everywhere.

With a cry of “Red team!” Riley joined them, leaping headlong into the pile. I followed, diving in after her.

Kate was in a fetal position, curled up tightly. Her hands, holding the bottle with the secret formula, were clenched firmly between her legs. Chelsea and Molly were crawling all over her, grasping at her thighs, straining to pull them apart. Riley was there too, but on the backside, her face peering at my sister’s butt, hands trying to reach in and seize the bottle.

I decided on another tactic. I climbed on top of Kate, sitting on her head, squeezing my legs together around her face. I thought if I could cut off her air, start to smother her, that might make her release the bottle — and if Riley grabbed it, we would win!

We grappled that way for what felt like several minutes, although it probably wasn’t really that long. The younger girls clawed away on one side, pushing their fingers between Kate’s thighs, trying to take hold of the bottle that was shoved deeply into her crotch. Riley was on the other side, hands desperately reaching in, fingers inadvertently but inevitably pressing up against Kate’s anus and her labia, perhaps even her vagina.

I don’t know if the game was intended by Kate to be sexually stimulating, although it likely was. At any rate, that was the effect it had on me. I’d already been extremely turned on earlier in our mother’s closet when we stripped and searched each other, and then later downstairs as I felt the erotic thrill of our naked bodies rubbing and sliding together in our playful struggles. At this point I was wildly excited, my clit throbbing as I pushed myself against my sister and saw what the little girls were doing between her legs.

Now I ground down even harder on Kate’s face, wriggling my bottom, attempting to completely envelop her. I knew my pussy was very wet, I could feel it. I was certain Kate could feel it too, and I knew she could easily smell my arousal — if she could smell anything at all, that is. My goal was to restrict her air so much that she would have to give up. And that’s what happened.

“Okay!” I heard a muffled cry. “Okay! You win!”

I lifted slightly off my sister, leaning forward toward her crotch, ready to grab the secret formula if I had the chance. The instant Kate began to relax her thighs, however, all the hands at once were seizing the bottle, mine along with the other three girls’. We looked at each other. What did it mean?

“Everybody wins,” Kate panted.

She was on her back now, gasping for breath, her legs parted around Riley. I was kneeling on one side of Kate, Molly and Chelsea on the other side. Eight hands held the plastic water bottle.

“Everybody wins,” my sister repeated.

I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, but for the moment I wasn’t really thinking about it either. My attention had been diverted to something else.

Kate’s vulva was smeared with creamy white pussy juice. I suddenly realized some of it was on the bottle too, and on our fingers. I smiled and began to relax my grip.

“You guys — both teams win, red and blue, because you got the formula at the same time,” Kate told us as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

“And, uh, guess what?” she smiled. “The evil scientist has decided it’s better to be nice, not to hurt people or be mean to them or try to have power over them and stuff. So, everybody wins.”

I let go of the bottle altogether. Chelsea and Molly did too. Riley was the only one left holding it. I noticed her frowning slightly, studying the bottle, perhaps trying to figure out what all that gooey white stuff was. The 9-year-old girl glanced down at Kate’s crotch and then at her own fingers, lifting them to her face and sniffing them.

“Everybody wins,” Kate said yet again. “So now we need to have a winner’s hug and kiss. Everybody hug everybody and kiss, okay?”

We combined in a big group hug, five naked girls from age 7 to age 12, pressing together, sharing kisses, congratulating each other on our victory.

When that was over, I glanced at my clock radio. It said almost 11:00, way past bedtime for Molly and Chelsea, even on a weekend. When I told the younger kids it was time for them to go to bed, they protested, naturally, but not too much. I think they were getting sleepy, though they would never admit it.

With Kate’s help, I herded them into Molly’s room, made sure they brushed their teeth, asked if they wanted to put on jammies (none did), and then tucked them in, all three girls squeezing into Molly’s single bed. They seemed perfectly happy about that. We kissed them, said goodnight, and turned out the light.

My sister and I decided to sleep together too, as we often did. The only question was whose bed we should use, and we chose mine that night. We brushed our teeth, then snuggled under the covers. It was fun talking with each other in the dark about the game we’d played, giggling about Kate’s creative ingenuity, remembering how hilarious it was when the sofa tipped over and we all fell onto it.

After a time, we began kissing and touching. We made love. Kate’s pussy tasted even more yummy than usual, perhaps because of all that creamy juice she’d produced earlier. After I went down on her, I sat on her face, but this time without the intent of smothering her. I came twice in her mouth, as she had come twice in mine, and then we were ready to fall asleep.

* * *

I woke up, as I typically did, as soon as my mother came home, when I heard the garage door start to open. Turning over, I looked at the clock. It was 1:15.

I was instantly excited. Would Paula come in? Would the women kiss? Would they have sex? Could I watch them and masturbate? I was terribly eager to see! I tried to wake Kate to get her to join me, but once she’s out, she’s out.

So, I got out of bed on my own and went to the door, opening it a crack. I listened for voices, but could only hear two, my mom’s and Dana’s. Was Paula with them or not? I crept naked out into the hall, staying in the shadows.

A light went on in the family room.

“What’s this?” I heard my mother laugh. I suddenly realized that we’d left the place a wreck, the sofa overturned and everything. Oops. I felt bad about that.

“Looks like they had a good time,” said Dana.

“Yeah, maybe too good,” Mommy said.

I stepped up to the railing, taking a chance that Paula might see me if she was there, but she wasn’t. It was only the two of them.

As they started toward the stairs, my mom looked up and saw me standing above them. “Hi, lover,” she smiled.

“Hi, Mommy. I’m really sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up tomorrow, I promise.”

“That’s all right,” she chuckled. “No one was injured in the melee, I hope?”

“No,” I grinned. I was glad she wasn’t angry.

They reached the top of the stairs. My mother took me in her arms, hugging me and kissing my mouth. I tasted wine or something on her lips, smelled her delicious perfume, felt the warmth of her beautiful body pressing against mine.

“Mmm,” Mommy sighed, kissing me even more deeply, her tongue teasing mine, a hand reaching down to caress my bare bottom.

Finally she drew her lips away. “I missed you tonight, lover,” she whispered, nuzzling my nose.

“I missed you too. We had fun, though,” I giggled.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Um, where’s Pau— Ms. Crawford. Did she drive home?”

“No, we dropped her off at her house.”

As my mother turned and took Dana’s hand, she said to me, “Why don’t you come in the bedroom with us and we’ll tell you all about it. Unless you’d rather go back to bed, that is.”

“No, I, I’d like to come with you.”

I smiled at Dana. She put an arm around me and kissed my lips. “Hi, little sis. I love you.”

“Hi, big sis,” I said. “I love you too.”

The three of us walked down the hall and into my mother’s room. She closed the door behind us.

“So, were the kids all right?” Mommy asked as she unbuttoned her blouse. “No problems or anything?”

I sat on the bed. “Yeah, they were fine. No problems. We played, well, kind of a wild game, as you saw. Nobody got hurt, though, and it was fun.”

“All right, as long as you had fun,” Mommy chuckled.

Dana had her sandals off and was out of her rompers by then. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a pair of boy shorts, pink with blue flowers. When she noticed the way I was admiring her body, she sent me a wink, then began taking the pigtails out of her hair.

My mother removed her blouse and dropped it in the hamper. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, laying it on a chair. Her shoes were already off. Now she wore only a lacy pair of white panties, high-cut on the hips.

Oh my god, she was so sexy. I watched her start to take off her jewelry, then remembered my question about Paula.

“Um, you were going to tell me about Ms. Crawford?”

“Oh,” said my mom. “Yes, well, we had a very nice time with her. She’s a good dancer, isn’t she, Dana?”

“Yeah, she is. Really energetic, and dirty too, just the kind I like.”

“Right,” Mommy laughed. “I thought the two of you might get arrested, the way you were carrying on out there on the dance floor.”

“And she kept it up too, in the booth, after we sat down. Once she realized you and me weren’t, you know, a couple, I guess she figured I was fair game. She was, like, groping and grabbing and kissing and everything.”

“Yes, she certainly was.”

I was confused. “But then, I don’t understand. Why didn’t she come back here with you guys?”

My mother pushed down her panties, placing them in the hamper. “Well, let me go wash my face first, and then we’ll get in bed and talk some more, all right?”

“Okay,” I nodded. I got up and pulled the sheets back, propping up some pillows and sitting in the middle.

Dana took off her panties too, tossing them toward the hamper but missing. She fluffed up her hair, ran her hands over her breasts, toying with the nipples, and then slid one hand down between her legs, massaging her clit.

“God, I want to come so bad,” she sighed. “I’ve been dying for it all night.”

I smiled at her, licking my lips.

“But, okay, I’ll go wash my face first, and brush my teeth like a good little girl… and then, Julie, I want you to fuck me like mad, make me come again and again. Will you do that?”

“Sure,” I giggled.

The diminutive blonde suddenly ran to the bed, diving onto it. With a silly laugh, she grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me several times, smacking her lips on mine.

“I love you so much,” she gushed. “I’m so glad I found you and your mom and your sisters. I’m just so happy, Julie!”

I squeezed her. “I’m glad too. I love you a lot. I love both you and Chelsea like, well, like you’re my sisters — which you are!”

“That’s right,” she giggled, kissing me one more time before bouncing off the bed and prancing into the bathroom, looking for all the world like a 10-year-old girl.

When they returned a couple of minutes later, my mom got on one side of me and Dana on the other. They both kissed my cheeks. We pulled the covers up to about our waists and settled in. Although it was a quarter to 2:00, I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all, just very happy and very lucky.

“Now then,” my mother began, “about Paula…”

“Warning,” interrupted Dana, “if this conversation goes on too long, I just might go insane and start mauling Julie.”

She put her face near my chest, growling and baring her teeth, pretending she was about to bite my nipple.

“All right,” Mommy laughed, “it really shouldn’t take very long. And then we can fuck each other as late into the night as you want.”

“Good,” the younger woman nodded. She smiled and sat back up, folding her hands primly in her lap.

They proceeded to explain to me what had happened that evening. After the three of them had danced for a while and had a few drinks, Paula became very talkative. She told Dana and my mom all about the breakup of her marriage, about the looming divorce (which would be her third), about the affair she’d had with a 20-something secretary that caused the split, and a lot more than that.

The more Paula had talked, the more she drank, and the more she drank, the more she’d talked. She confessed to them that she’d had many such affairs in the past, sometimes with men, but more often with women. She thought that for the sake of her kids, it was a good thing for her to be married — but once she was married, she couldn’t stop thinking about all the sex she was missing, so she went out looking for it, and found it.

Paula admitted that at this point in her life she really had almost no attraction toward men. It was women who turned her on. But she was convinced somehow that it was necessary for her daughters to have a man around the house, a father figure. Frankly, she sounded like kind of a mess to me. I knew perfectly well that you absolutely did not need a man or a husband or a dad in order to have a happy and well-adjusted family. I mean, just look at us!

I said that much to Mommy and Dana, and they agreed, of course.

Dana slumped down in the bed a little bit, bringing her face to the level of my chest. She licked my nipple, then said, “You’re right, Julie, we don’t need a man, ‘cause we have a mommy who loves us and we have each other and that’s all we need…”

She pushed a hand below the covers, obviously beginning to masturbate as she licked my erect nipple again. I giggled, but turned to my mom and asked, “So, um, what happened with Paula, anyway? Why didn’t she come here?”

My mother evidently decided not to correct my use of the first name this time. As she watched Dana licking my small breast and rubbing herself, she started masturbating as well. But she answered my question. “Well, she had way too much to drink. She certainly couldn’t drive, could barely walk, so we just took her home. She’ll come and get her car tomorrow, I suppose.”

After she said that, Mommy leaned down and began licking my other breast. A hand slid beneath the sheets and onto my thigh, then between my legs. I had two women, my mom and my ‘big sister’, making love to me. It was awesome.

We fucked for a half hour or so, not really that long because it was awfully late. But Dana got the orgasms she was craving, and Mommy and I each enjoyed a couple of our own. Then we fell asleep.

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