Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

We were happy to discover that the sauna was empty, no one else in there. In fact, the whole hotel wasn’t very crowded. I guess it was out of season, with summer over and school started and no snow yet for skiing or anything. Most of the people there seemed to be attending the seminar.

We sat together on a wooden bench, enjoying the heat for a minute or so. Then Allie said, “Hmm, I don’t really know, but can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I replied. “What is it, Alli— I mean, Fucker?”

She grinned at me, then went on, “Well, in Sweden, or wherever, you know, they take saunas a lot and shit… don’t they do it naked? Isn’t that supposed to be better for you or something?”

“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

Kate was nodding eagerly. I knew what she wanted.

“Well, uh, yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “I think maybe it is supposed to be better.”

My sister looked at the door. She got up and walked over to it. There was a latch that could be turned for privacy, meaning no one else could come in without a pass key. She turned the knob, locking the door, then came back to us, grinning. “So, you wanna do it?”

“Do what?” I asked stupidly.

“You know, take off our suits!”

Allie looked at me, smiling brightly. Apparently she would be willing, and Kate obviously was, so I said, “Well, sure, I guess, why not?”

We stripped out of our suits and left them in a pile at the end of the bench. Then we sat again, with Allie in the middle. For another minute or two, no one said anything. Our bodies were beginning to sweat, our skin glowing. A couple of times I glanced down between Allie’s legs. I still couldn’t see much hair there, maybe just a tiny patch on her mound, but it was very light and sparse.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the unusual sensation, like being baked in an oven. It made me feel limp, relaxed, sort of drowsy — but also alert and sensitive, as if all my nerves were wide awake. That might sound like a contradiction, and maybe it is, but that’s how I felt.

A voice startled me from my reverie. Allie said, “Do you guys ever……”

I raised my head and turned toward her. “Do we… ever what?”

She smiled and looked down at the floor, then back up again. “Well, like — you heard me say I have two moms, right?”

I nodded and Kate did too.

“That’s ‘cuz they’re lesbians, you know? And like, I was wondering… do either of you guys ever think about shit like that? I mean, about other girls or anything?”

Kate grinned at me. I frowned at her, giving a quick head shake.

My god, I thought, if Allie only knew the real truth about us. But we couldn’t possibly tell her all that, could we? What would she say if she knew not only that we were lesbians, but that Kate and I were lovers, and that we had sex with our little sister too, who was only 9, not to mention with our mother? I was sure she would be horrified, or at the very least shocked.

On the other hand, she hadn’t asked us about anything like that. All she’d asked was if we ever thought about girls. We could certainly answer that honestly without revealing any of the rest of it.

All this went through my head in the space of about two seconds. I cleared my throat and said, “Um, yeah, I… I think about girls sometimes. A lot, actually.”

“Me too,” Kate nodded eagerly.

Allie smiled, then looked at the floor again. She was leaning forward on her hands, swinging her bare feet. Her legs were long and slender, perfectly shaped. Damn, she was so smoking hot. I really wanted her.

After a brief pause, she said, “Do you ever wonder how it would feel… to kiss another girl?”

“I do!” Kate instantly responded, her eyes bright. My sister’s enthusiasm made me chuckle. I simply nodded in reply.

“I think about it too, a hell of a lot,” said Allie. “I mean, I really can’t fucking help it every time I hear or see my moms, you know, doing what they do.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘doing what they do’ — what exactly did her two moms do in front of this girl?

Allie glanced up at me. “So, have you ever done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know, kissed a girl.”

I didn’t see any harm in admitting that. “Uh-huh. Yeah, I have.”

She sat quietly, looking into my eyes, not saying a word. Then she licked her lips again, running her wet pink tongue all around her mouth. I felt another deep shiver of lust. Even though it was already very warm inside the sauna, I could feel my cheeks burning. I was consumed with desire for Allie, for Fucker.

I lifted my hand, the one closest to her. I held it — suspended barely above her long smooth back, not quite touching her yet. A smile twitched at the sides of her mouth. I saw the tiniest nod, and it seemed she was giving me permission.

I touched her. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Allie shut her eyes, biting her lip. I slid my fingers very slowly down her back, the tips grazing over her skin, gathering beads of perspiration, feeling the silky softness of her. I reached her bottom, tight and firm and small. I heard a moan as I let my fingers slip between her cheeks.

The girl was bending toward me now, listing like a ship with a leak collecting fluids in the hold. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips were parted. She raised her chin. Her lovely face was flushed, shiny with sweat. I leaned toward her, drawn like a magnet. Our mouths met.

Have you ever kissed a girl? If you’re a guy reading this, I assume you probably have at some point. But if you’re a girl or a woman reading this, then there might be good chance you haven’t. I mean, obviously you could have kissed your mother or one of your relatives or whatever, but not really kissed them, as in a sexual way — unless you’re very, very lucky, like me and Kate and Molly.

There’s something about kissing a girl that is almost indescribable… the softness of her skin and her lips, that girl/woman smell she has whether she’s wearing perfume or not, the little feminine sounds she might make, the gentle feel of her breath, the perfect sweet taste of her tongue… until you’ve done it, you can’t even imagine how awesome it is.

Now, take all those things and then realize they don’t come close to describing what it was like for me kissing Allie, or should I say ‘Fucker’. It was all the above multiplied by infinity.

If I’d been able to think clearly at the time, I might have asked myself how it could be that this girl who supposedly had never kissed another girl was driving me absolutely insane with her mouth. She was sooo good at it, as good as anyone I’ve ever kissed, and that includes my mom and my sisters who are all totally amazing.

The thing is, though, I didn’t ask myself that question or wonder about anything at all, because I was completely blown away by Fucker. I was incapable of rational thought, melted into nothing but a tongue and a pair of lips that were ravenously hungry for her pretty mouth.

At last, after who knows how long — five minutes? five months? — Fucker slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss. And I must confess to you, dear reader, that I literally lunged toward her, desperate for more. My over-the-top reaction was enough to make Kate laugh out loud, and that sound jolted me back to reality.

When I blinked my eyes open, I was surprised to find Kate standing right in front of us, her cute naked body only inches away. And she wasn’t simply standing there either. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She must have gotten up to watch us at some point and then started masturbating.

Fucker was gazing at my sister, watching as her fingers toyed with her clit. I glanced up at Kate — and when her eyes met mine, she reacted with a start.

“Oh!” She looked down at her hand, evidently surprised to discover what she was doing. “Oh shit, sorry, I, I don’t —”

“It’s all right, it’s totally fucking cool,” said Fucker. “I masturbate all the time. I mean, like all the fucking time, you know?”

She smiled and leaned back, lifting her feet onto the edge of the wooden bench, spreading her slim legs apart. She began to play with herself.

“Wow,” Kate giggled, staring at Fucker’s pussy. “Man, that’s… yeah, I masturbate all the time too!”

She’d removed her hand from her crotch, but now she put it back, sliding a finger up inside her juicy cunt, fucking herself.

I sat for a moment, just watching them. It was so hot seeing these two young girls, an 11-year-old and a 12-year-old, naked and rubbing themselves. My hand went between my own legs. Then I stood up. I wanted a better view of Fucker’s little pussy while I masturbated.

When she saw me looking down at her, Fucker grinned and spread her legs even wider. Using both hands, she carefully opened her labia, showing us her moist pink center.

She looked at our faces, glancing from one to the other. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, the sexy girl licked her lips again, swirling her tongue all around. I almost came right then. It was amazing how fast I’d got close.

Fucker smiled at me, then peered down between her own legs. Kate and I watched as she pushed a finger just inside her tight vagina, up to the first knuckle. With her other hand, she teased her clit. Of course my sister and I were not only watching, we were masturbating too.

My fingers moved fast between my legs. I began to feel that swelling, pulsing, swirling, tingling, magic sensation coming up from deep inside. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath — yes, yes, almost, almost — but no, not quite, not yet. I was right there, though, right on the edge.

I opened my eyes and saw Fucker staring at my fingers, watching me masturbate. She looked at me, then at Kate, her gaze going back and forth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I could hear her whispering as she tickled her clit.

I glanced at my sister. She was fucking herself fast and hard while staring down between the other girl’s legs, watching her masturbate. Kate was totally covered in sweat, her tanned skin glowing.

We were all three perspiring heavily, partly from the heat of the sauna but also from the heat of our arousal. And I could smell our juices too. I closed my eyes again, breathing in deeply through my nose.

The aroma was very strong, young girl pussy — and when I thought those three words, the instant they went through my mind, I climaxed.

Kate came too, right after me, and then, maybe half a minute later, as I was coming down from my high, Fucker reached orgasm.

Goddamn, it was so exciting to watch that girl — legs spread wide, fingering herself, playing with her pussy, climaxing loudly. As her body shuddered repeatedly in tremendous spasms, I saw a dribble of gooey white fluids oozing out of her cunt and down into her ass.

My sister and I glanced at each other, smiling. Kate giggled. I winked at her.

Fucker finally opened her eyes, looking up at us. She relaxed her legs, stretching them out. “Fuck, that was good,” she grinned, licking her fingers.

We stayed that way for several moments: a tableau of three naked girls, gleaming with sweat, breathing hard, our faces glowing in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then Kate shook her head. Drops of perspiration flew off the ends of her short brown hair. “God, it’s so fucking hot,” she remarked. “Maybe we should get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “You might be right. I don’t think it’s healthy to stay inside too long.”

A thought struck me. “You know, in like Sweden or Scandinavia, places like that, they go straight from the sauna and run and jump naked into the fjord where it’s freezing cold. I read about it.”

“Really?” my sister asked. “What’s a fee-yore?”

“A fjord,” I grinned. “It’s like a deep lake, really cold.”

Kate chuckled, “So why don’t we run outside and jump in Lake Tahoe?”

“No fucking way!” exclaimed Fucker. We all laughed.

“But, I mean, I guess we could put on our suits and jump in the swimming pool,” I suggested. “You wanna do that?”

“Sure,” Fucker nodded.

“We could even do it naked,” Kate leered.

I smiled, “Well, yeah, but I don’t want to, you know, cause any trouble for Aunt Barbara. Maybe no one would care, but I don’t think we should take chances.”

“I guess you’re right,” my sister agreed.

“Okay, so let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Fucker. She reached over and grabbed our suits. “Which one of these is mine…?”

“I don’t think it matters,” I said. “I mean, I think they’re all the same size and stuff.”

Fucker shrugged, apparently agreeing. She handed one of the dark blue suits to me and one to Kate. We pulled them on and found our flip-flops, then unlatched the door and headed for the pool.

The cool air outside the sauna felt fantastic. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. Then I looked down at my chest. My nipples were incredibly hard, poking out like fingers through the thin fabric. I smiled to myself and checked out the other girls. Their nipples were just as taut and visible as mine. Yummy!

No one else was using the pool. There was an attendant behind a glassed-in booth, a middle-aged woman who appeared bored.

We walked to the deep end, setting our towels on some chairs behind us. Standing on the edge, holding hands, we looked at each other.

“Are you ready? One – two – THREE!”

“Whoop!!”  

I guess the pool was heated, it must have been, but after the sauna it felt like ice. We squealed and giggled and shivered, hugging each other.

Kate proposed a race to warm ourselves up. Fucker and I agreed, but only one lap, up to the shallow end and back. My sister won easily, of course. She was definitely the best athlete among us.

As we were trying to catch our breath at the end of the race, holding onto the sides, I felt someone rubbing my butt. It was Fucker. She smiled at me. I put a hand on her bottom too, squeezing her tight cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss, then turned to the other side, to Kate.

Switching hands, so she could keep a grip on the edge of the pool, Fucker fondled Kate under the water. They kissed.

Even after the race, I was still feeling chilled. If the goddamn pool was heated, it wasn’t very heated. My teeth chattered.

“Do y-you g-guys wanna g-go to the hot tub?” I asked.

“Shit yeah,” said Fucker. “Th-that sounds great.”

We climbed out and wrapped ourselves in the big towels, shivering.

“Where is it?” Kate swiveled her head around, looking for the hot tub.

“I’m not sure, but… you know what? I think I have an even better idea,” I said to them, feeling inspired.

“What is it?”

“Well, um, we could go up to the suite, you know, to Aunt Barbara’s suite. Put our clothes back on and go up there.”

“Hell yeah,” Kate grinned, “I like that idea a lot.”

I looked at Fucker. “Is that all right with you? Wanna do that?”

“A suite?” she blinked.

“Yeah, like I said, our aunt is kind of important, a VP, so she has this big suite, you know, a bunch of rooms all together.”

“It’s really really nice,” Kate told Fucker. “You should see it!”

“All right,” the girl shrugged. “I’m up for that.”

We hurried back to the lockers, eager to get out of our wet bathing suits. When we got inside, Kate looked around. Again, there was nobody else there. Except for us, the place was empty.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand. She dragged me toward the showers. Fucker followed us.

Kate tossed her towel onto a bench just outside the shower area. She started stripping out of her suit. “A quick hot shower first, wash off all the chlorine, then get dressed, okay?”

“Good thinking,” I nodded, pulling the stretchy straps from my shoulders. Fucker got naked too, and we went inside.

Mostly we did take a shower, soaping up and washing off the chlorine, but we also got a little playful, kissing each other, touching and teasing. We all sort of knew we couldn’t go much further, not then, not there — but once we got up to the suite and had complete privacy, who could tell what might happen?

Continue on to Chapter 101

For my sister Molly’s 9th birthday, Mommy had decided to do something really special for her. They went away for a long weekend on a horseback riding trip, just the two of them, staying at a lodge up in the mountains. Monday was a holiday, Columbus Day, and the schools would be closed, so they’d have three days of fun.

Of course, Kate and I knew that our little sister and our mother not only would be riding horses but also enjoying plenty of hot sex together every night — and maybe during the day as well — which was fine with us, obviously. Our whole family had been sexually active with each other for several months now, and we’d never been happier or felt closer.

The cool thing for Kate and me, though, was that we got to go on a trip too! We were flying out to Nevada for the weekend to stay with our Aunt Barbara. Actually she was our mom’s aunt, her mother’s little sister, which meant that technically she was our great aunt but we just called her Aunt Barbara. She was in her forties and still fairly attractive, tall and blonde and slim, with long legs and a nice chest. She’d been married and divorced twice by then, and didn’t have any kids. At the time of our visit, she was single.

Kate and I knew Aunt Barbara didn’t have a clue about all the stuff that was going on in our family, that we were all fucking each other and everything. Mommy had warned us not to say a word about that to her, so of course we didn’t.

Anyway, we arrived at the airport in Reno, Nevada, late on Friday afternoon. Aunt Barbara met us at the gate, hugging us and kissing us, telling us how much we’d grown and everything — you know, the way adults always do.

As we walked out toward the parking area, she said to me, “Julie, you just get prettier every time I see you. What grade are you in now?”

“Um, eighth.”

“Eighth grade. I remember that age… that’s when I had my first real boyfriend.” She sent me a wink. “You must be breaking a lot of boys’ hearts, I’ll bet, aren’t you?”

“Oh, well, sort of, I guess.” My aunt didn’t know, obviously, that I was a lesbian.

“And Kate, your mother tells me you’re the star player on the basketball team. That’s impressive.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not really the star — but I’m the captain,” Kate said proudly.

“Wonderful! What grade are you in this year?”

“Sixth.”

“All right… Ah! Here’s the car, finally.”

So, we put our stuff in, and our aunt drove us up to where she lived — in this huge resort hotel and casino on Lake Tahoe! Because she was a vice president of the company that owned the place, she actually lived right in the hotel, in a big suite. And that’s where we were staying too. Very cool.

The first thing Aunt Barbara did when we got to the hotel lobby was take us to one of the restaurants. But we didn’t sit down or anything. She handed menus to us and said we could order anything we liked for dinner and dessert and they would bring it all upstairs to us. Double cool.

We made our choices and then headed for the elevator. The suite was super nice inside. Aunt Barbara was just telling us to make ourselves at home when her cell phone rang. She looked at it and frowned, then answered. After talking to someone for a couple of minutes, she set down the phone and said, “Bad news, kids.”

I must have had a worried look on my face, because Aunt Barbara smiled at me and laid a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

“No, don’t fret,” she said, “it’s not that kind of bad news. It’s just that something has come up and I’m going to be in meetings most of the day tomorrow, perhaps all day. It concerns a possible merger between our company and another company. So we won’t be able to do any of the things I had planned. Sunday, though, I’ll spend the whole day with you, I promise.”

Kate and I looked at each other and shrugged. We weren’t quite sure where that left us, but we could be flexible.

Aunt Barbara apologized again for the unexpected change of plans, then showed us the room where we would sleep. It was big and kind of fancy, and had its own separate bathroom. There was only one bed, however, though it was queen-size.

“You girls don’t mind sleeping together, do you?” she asked.

Ha-ha! If she only knew!

“No,” I smiled, “we don’t mind at all. It’ll be fine.”

We ate our dinner, which was really good, and talked some more, answering Aunt Barbara’s typical boring grownup questions. After that, we watched TV for a while, but before long, Kate and I went in to bed.

Of course, you know us well enough by now to guess that even though we went to bed, we definitely did not go to sleep right away. My sister and I kissed and caressed and played with each other’s pussies and licked and sucked and fucked — both enjoying several delicious orgasms before we finally were ready to drift off.

* * *

I woke up fairly early in the morning, as I usually did, and spent some time writing in my journal while Kate snored beside me. At just after 8:00, Aunt Barbara knocked on our bedroom door and stuck her head inside. I was prepared for that, having already put on boxers and a t-shirt, but Kate was still naked. Luckily, she was enough under the covers that nobody could tell.

“My first meeting is at 9:00,” our aunt said. “I’ve got breakfast coming up in about 15 minutes. You kids ready to rise and shine?”

“Sure, no problem,” I smiled.

Kate snuffled and groaned and pawed at her nose, crinkling her eyes. She is not a morning person.

As we ate, Aunt Barbara entered my cell number into her phone, and told us she would call later to let us know how the day was going and when she expected to be free. She said we could walk all around the hotel and out onto the property, go down to the lake if we wanted to, use the sauna or the gym if we felt like it, or do just about anything else.

She gave us plastic badges to hang around our necks, telling us that they not only would gain us admittance anywhere in the hotel (except the casino or the bars), but that the magnetic stripe would allow us to purchase anything and everything we wanted — within reason, of course.

“That means Tiffany’s is off limits,” she joked.

There were several high-end stores connected with the hotel, but neither Kate nor I are big shoppers, so that wouldn’t pose much of a temptation.

“All right, so we’re all set,” Aunt Barbara said. “Now, Julie, you’re the oldest, so you have to be responsible. You’ll look out for the little one, won’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

I saw Kate stifling a frown, which made me giggle inside. She hated being called ‘little’ at age 11 and really resented the implication that she couldn’t watch out for herself. She also thought it was dumb that I always acted so polite. But she didn’t say anything about it. She didn’t have to: her look said it all.

Once we were down in the lobby and on our own, however, Kate was fine. She absolutely loved anything adventurous. Exploring the huge grounds and the lake and checking out the gym and maybe trying to sneak into the casino sounded like a ton of fun to her.

“Where do you wanna go first?” I asked my sister. Even though I was the oldest, in a lot of ways Kate was more of a leader.

“Umm,” she put a finger on her chin, looking around, “maybe the lake, although it might still be kinda cold…”

“Yeah, no shit. It was freezing when we got here last night.”

Kate giggled, “Okay, but later though. I’m telling you we have to go down there at some point no matter how cold it is.”

Just then I noticed a cute girl near us. She was standing partway behind some potted plants by a seating area in the lobby. I thought she might have been watching us, but when I looked her way her back was turned.

The girl was young, about our height and probably around our age. A slim blonde, she was wearing a short flippy skirt, sneakers with no socks, and an oversized long-sleeve pullover shirt. Her legs were long and thin and tan. As I was about to look away, I saw her glance over her shoulder at us.

Kate was saying something about the gym. I interrupted her. “Hey, see that girl?”

“What girl?”

“That one there, with the nice legs. I think she’s watching us.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess she is kinda cute. Julie, you always seem to locate hot girls no matter where we are.”

“I know, it’s like radar or something. Girldar maybe.”

My sister giggled again.

The blonde sauntered across the lobby, heading away from us toward the shops. Her skirt was really short. We could practically see her butt. She stopped in front of a bookstore, looking in the window.

I grabbed Kate’s arm. “Come on, let’s go check her out. I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

As we got closer to the girl, she seemed to sense us coming somehow, or at least that’s how it appeared to me. Anyway, she went inside the store. Kate and I followed her in a few seconds later.

Then it was kind of comical. We didn’t want to appear overly forward, so we sort of pretended to be browsing, and it looked like the girl was browsing too. First she was in the Juvenile section, then Romance, then Erotica (!), but every time we moved nearer to her, she stepped away.

After basically circling the small bookstore, the blonde went outside again, into the lobby, and we followed her. I think Kate was getting exasperated, tiring of the game, but I couldn’t help it. There was something about that girl that attracted me like a magnet.

This time I hurried, making sure she wouldn’t get away. Kate tagged along behind. I caught up with the girl outside a cosmetics shop.

“Hey, uh, don’t I know you from somewhere?” I said. A cliché, if there ever was one, but it seemed to work.

“Oh, hi,” the cute girl replied. “Um, I don’t know, but maybe.”

There was a pause, no one sure what to say next. Finally I ventured, “Are you, like, do you live around here or something?”

She shook her head. “No, we’re only here for the day. My moms are attending this seminar thing. They said I could sit with them if I wanted to, but it was fucking boring, so then I asked if I could just walk around and they said okay.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “We’re here for only a little while too, visiting our aunt for a couple days.”

Another short pause as we just looked at each other.

“Um, my name’s Julie. This is my sister, Kate.”

“Hi, I’m Allie — but my friends call me Fucker.”

“Fucker?!” Kate laughed out loud.

“Uh-huh. It’s kind of a nickname.”

“No way,” said Kate.

“Yes way,” she smiled. “I’m not shitting you. When I was a baby, my sister always called me LittleFucker. My moms picked up on it and it kinda stuck, then after a while it just became Fucker.”

I frowned, “But, like, at school and stuff, your teachers, I mean…”

“No, they all call me Allie, which I don’t like as much. You guys can call me Fucker, okay?”

“Okay, Fucker,” Kate laughed again. “What a great name!”

I glanced around, hoping nobody else was close enough to have heard this part of the conversation. No one was.

“Well, uh, so, what are you doing today?” I asked her. “Anything special?”

“No,” she shrugged, “just hangin’ around. How about you?”

“Nothing special. We can do whatever we want, at least until our aunt is done with her meetings and everything.”

The three of us started ambling along together, not going anywhere in particular, just walking. I was in the middle.

After a minute, Kate said, “I really wanna go down to the lake and check it out, you know?”

Allie giggled, “Now? It’s fucking freezing outside!”

“I know,” Kate smiled, “that’s what Julie said too.” Then she added, “What grade are you in? I’m in sixth.”

“I’m in sixth too. I just turned 12. How old are you?”

“I’m 11, almost 12,” said Kate.

That wasn’t exactly true, since my sister had turned 11 only a few months earlier. I winked at her, then told Allie, “I’m 13, almost 14.”

“Shut up,” said Kate, punching my shoulder. “Your birthday was just last month.”

“I know,” I grinned.

We stopped at an upscale candy store, a place that sold designer chocolates and stuff. Allie peered in the window. “Shit, I would be like 800 pounds if I ate as much of that as I want to.”

“You?” I chuckled. “You’re so damn skinny, no way.”

“Oh, thanks.” She turned and smiled at me, running her tongue around her lips in a way that made my pussy tingle.

Suddenly Kate said, “Hey, I know! You guys don’t want to be cold, so how ‘bout if we go find the gym here and get in the sauna. You wanna do that?”

I could have kissed her right then. What a brilliant idea!

“The sauna?” Allie asked, eyebrows raised. “They have one here?”

“Yeah, that’s what our aunt said anyway,” Kate replied. “Let’s go find it, okay?”

Allie nodded, then said, “Okay, but, like, are you sure they’ll let us in?”

“Hell yeah, we can go anywhere.” My sister held up the plastic badge around her neck displaying it. “We’re like VIPs and stuff.”

Allie frowned. “What do you mean?”

Chuckling, I explained, “Our Aunt Barbara is vice president of the company that owns this hotel. So, see, with these badges supposedly we can go wherever we want. Anywhere except the casino, that is.”

“Yeah, but I think later we should try to sneak in there anyway,” said Kate, with an evil grin. “But now let’s go find the sauna.”

We asked at the desk and were told that the gym was one level down. We could either take the elevator or a set of stairs near the front window of the lobby that looked out over the sparkling blue lake. We chose the stairs.

As we were trotting down, Allie said, “Shit, I don’t have a badge, though. Maybe they won’t let me in, or…”

I turned to her, grinning. “That’s when you just say, ‘Badges? I don’t have to show you any stinking badges!’”

They both giggled.

We found the gym, which the hotel actually called the Fitness Center, and then located the sauna. There was no problem at all getting Allie in. The badges Kate and I wore seemed to operate like a powerful talisman.

Full-length windows in front of the stair-stepping machines faced a lawn that sloped down toward the lake. The sauna, however, was in the rear, close to the locker rooms. A young, attractive, very polite female attendant handed us big fluffy towels and one-piece bathing suits and brand-new flip-flops too. She took us to a set of lockers and gave us three keys with pins that would attach to our suits. The attendant told us there was a full-size swimming pool and also a hot tub, but we were eager to try the sauna.

Now it was time to take off our clothes and put on the suits. I looked around and saw changing rooms, a line of little booths like at a clothing store. “There,” I said, pointing, “that’s where we change.”

Allie put a hand on my arm. “I don’t want to go in one all by myself. Can I share with you?”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Kate. “Let’s all go together.”

“Those booths look pretty small,” I giggled. “But I guess we can try.”

The truth was, of course, that I would be very happy to change clothes alongside this cute girl, and my sexy sister too. I only hoped my panties wouldn’t be too noticeably wet.

We squeezed in and had a great time getting out of our clothes and into our suits in such a tight space. None of us seemed to mind pressing her body up against the others as we took off our shirts and as Kate and I pulled off our jeans and Allie wiggled out of her skirt.

When we were down to just our panties, we stopped for a moment and gazed at one another. It was warm in there, and close. We’d all been laughing as we undressed and were breathing hard.

Our eyes went automatically to each other’s breasts. We were all about the same size, still not very big. At barely 13, I had only small cone-shaped mounds with puffy pink nipples. Kate’s boobies were more rounded than mine but not large at all, with tight brown nipples like little buttons. Allie was sort of in-between. Her developing breasts were soft and white, not even a mouthful yet, with sweet pink nipples.

After we finished studying each other’s bodies, Allie looked into my eyes. She licked her lips again the way she’d done outside the candy store. I felt a surge of lust that actually made me shiver. She parted her lips, lifting her chin. For a second, I thought she was going to kiss me, or that I was going to kiss her, but then the moment passed.

“Okay, uh, um,” I stammered, swallowing hard, “let’s… get our suits on.”

I could see Kate suppressing a grin. She knew how turned on I was.

Because it was such a tight fit inside the booth, we had to take turns removing our underwear and squeezing into the bathing suits. I went first. My panties were wet, but if either of the others noticed, they didn’t say anything. I pulled up the dark blue suit. It was racing style, made of a light, stretchy material. My erect nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric.

Kate went next, then Allie. When our young blonde friend pushed her bikini panties down, I tried to get a look at her crotch to see if she had any pussy hair yet. But if she did, I couldn’t tell.

Giggling again, we left the changing room, wearing our suits and the new flip-flops. We put our clothes in the lockers, picked up our towels and headed for the sauna.

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Nothing special really happened that morning at Hannah’s house, or at least nothing more overt than subtle flirtation. Lauren offered to make breakfast for the little girls and me, bacon and eggs if we wanted that, or pancakes, but Lindsey and Molly both said they’d prefer cereal. They ate Frosted Flakes, while I had an English muffin with strawberry preserves, along with more juice.

Kelsey lingered in the kitchen with us, sitting at the table, sipping her tea, listening to the chatter of the kids, occasionally adding or asking something — but I noticed that her eyes were constantly on the move, whether looking at me again, or at the young girls in their thin nighties, or even at her cousin, Lauren — and I was sure I saw sexual hunger in her gaze as she studied the faces and bodies around her. I was certain I wasn’t imagining it.

In fact, our eyes met a couple of times and then it was like Kelsey could tell exactly what I was thinking about her — and didn’t mind me thinking it! It felt as if she and I were sharing a naughty secret, that the woman was admitting to me, through her look, that she had strong erotic desires for underage girls, and wasn’t ashamed of it either.

For her part, Lauren mostly stood back and listened, leaning against the counter. She drank black coffee and munched on a piece of toast, chuckling from time to time at some of the sillier things the kids would say. It seemed to me, though, that she was aware of what was taking place between Kelsey and me, that she understood the silent conversation her cousin and I were having.

When I glanced over at her and she caught my eye, Lauren smiled and winked, nodding her head. Should I take that as a confirmation of my suspicions about Kelsey? Was it an affirmation from Lauren that she shared the same forbidden urges? Those two certainly had given me a lot to think about!

Hannah finally got out of bed maybe an hour after I had, coming into the kitchen just as the little girls were finishing up their second or third bowls of cereal. She’d put on a t-shirt, but wore nothing else besides her panties. Her feet and legs were bare. She yawned and stretched, mumbling something unintelligible in reply to our cheery greetings. It looked like she was barely awake. She plopped down at the table and poured herself a bowl of Captain Crunch, spooning it groggily into her mouth, chin resting in her hand.

Later that day, after Molly and I went home, I sat in my room for a while mulling over everything, wondering if I’d been right about Kelsey and her desires (and perhaps Lauren’s too), or if I’d only been seeing what I wanted to see. But as I went over the breakfast scene repeatedly in my mind, I became convinced once more that I hadn’t been making it up. What I sensed from them was real. Whether or not they had ever acted on their lust for little girls, or ever would, I didn’t know.

I decided to talk with my mother about it. I had already planned to tell her what I’d heard the previous night in the hallway, outside Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. It seemed to me like it all fit together somehow: the cousins’ evident lust for each other and what I perceived as their incestuous desires for the young girls in their family, as well as for me and perhaps for Molly too.

It was a busy weekend, though. I’d signed up about a month earlier to attend a fiction writing seminar for kids age 12 to 16 that was being held at one of the local universities. The seminar, which was really cool, went from 1:00 until 4:00 that Saturday. When Mommy picked me up after, Kate and Molly were in the car with her.

We dropped Kate off at a friend’s house. A pretty brunette named Sarah, one of Kate’s basketball teammates, was having her 11th birthday. To celebrate, the girl’s parents were taking Sarah and five of her friends out to dinner at one of those theme restaurants where they had entertainers walking around and doing stuff while you ate.

Mommy and Molly and I went to the mall to stroll around for a while. We had dinner at the Heavenly Jade Noodle Shop, which I liked, and we also stopped in at Victoria’s Secret, but unfortunately didn’t see any of the cute salesgirls we knew.

Sarah’s parents brought Kate home at about 8:30, and pretty soon after that we all got in Mommy’s bed to watch lesbian porn and have sex. Chelsea and Dana were with us too. That was totally great, as usual. I came several times and got to eat lots of pussy. But it also meant I never had the chance to be alone with my mom and talk with her about what was on my mind.

The next day, Sunday, we drove to a nearby garden center and bought a bunch of flower bulbs, along with mulch and fertilizer and things like that. Mommy let each of us choose the different kinds of bulbs we wanted, which was fun, but then of course as soon as we got home she made us go to work in the backyard, digging and preparing the soil and planting all the bulbs. I was exhausted by the time it was done, and we were all filthy. We went in and took showers, then enjoyed the yummy pizzas Mommy had ordered for us.

Dana and Chelsea went back to their apartment after dinner. Because it was a school night, the rule was no porn and no sex — or anyway no sex that would keep us up past our assigned bedtimes. So I got to fool around only a little bit with my sisters and my mom that night, kissing and fondling and teasing, before she packed us off to bed.

I didn’t stay in bed, however. After I read a couple chapters of a really good mystery novel (Gaudy Night by Dorothy Sayers), I put the book down and went to my mother’s room. It was about 10:30 when I knocked on her door, which was closed.

“Come in.”

I pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside. My mom was sitting up in bed studying something in a binder, probably a legal brief of some sort. She took off her reading glasses and smiled at me, “Hi, baby.”

Stepping inside, I closed the door then walked slowly over to the bed. I was wearing red hipster panties and a very thin, light pink camisole I knew my mom liked to see me in. My intention that night was not really to seduce her, but just to talk with her. Still, I always liked to dress sexy for my mother.

“You look nice,” she nodded, gazing at my small breasts through the nearly transparent fabric.

“Thanks. So do you.”

She was in a sleeveless white nightgown, fluffy and airy with several layers of gauzy material through which I could detect the dark circles of her nipples. Seeing her that way turned me on.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”

“Of course you can. Come and sit by me.” She patted the bed.

I snuggled in close to her, my legs under the covers, warm next to hers. My mom kissed the top of my head, my cheek, and my lips. Then she waited for me to say what I wanted to say.

After thinking how to start, I said, “Um, last night at Hannah’s house, during the sleepover, I heard something.”

“Oh? What did you hear?”

I want ahead and told her everything, actually starting a little bit earlier with the tickling game in Hannah’s bed, then kissing Molly while Hannah kissed Lindsey, then masturbating side by side with Hannah, and finally about waking up late in the night and going out into the hall and hearing what I heard.

“So, what do you think it was?” Mommy asked.

I swallowed. “I think it was Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, and Lindsey’s mother, Lauren, having sex together.” My eyes were wide as I said this. I was still amazed at what had happened.

“Are you sure that’s what it was?”

“No… but what else could it have been?”

“I don’t know. But my training, and my inclination, is to deal in facts. Have you told anyone else about it?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“That’s good.” She kissed my cheek again. “You’re probably right about what you heard, sweetie, although we can’t know for sure. But it does seem the most likely explanation.”

“Yeah, it does.” We sat for a moment or two in silence and then I said, “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Do, um… I mean, how common is that? Are a lot of women lesbians? Or, I guess, maybe, bisexual? And not only lesbians, but I mean, having sex with their cousins? Family members? Or maybe even, you know, like us, mothers and daughters and sisters and stuff? Do you think that happens a lot?”

She chuckled, “You have quite a lot of questions tonight.”

I nodded, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes.

After a glance at the clock, Mommy said, “It’s late, honey, and you need to go to bed soon. But let me just say this… a lot of women are bisexual. In fact, I believe nearly all women are, by nature. They may not always act on those urges, however. Society tends to channel women into controlled heterosexual monogamy. Do you know what I mean?”

I nodded again.

“Anyway, it wouldn’t surprise me if those two, Hannah’s and Lindsey’s moms, were having sex with each other. It’s really only natural, if you think about it. A pair of attractive women sleeping together every night in the same room, if not in the same bed. My guess is that in a similar situation, almost any two women would end up making love sooner or later. That’s just how we’re built. Do you see?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“All right, well, we can talk about it more later if you want to. And you know what else?”

“What.”

“I think we really ought to get to know that family a little better. I’d like to develop a closer relationship with them if we can. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Uh-huh,” I giggled, “I do.”

“Good.” She patted my leg. “Now you run off to bed. I have to finish reading this brief, and after than I’m going to masturbate while I think about what you told me.”

I hugged her tightly. “Okay. I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, darling girl.”

I received one more kiss on the top of my head, and another long one on the mouth, and then finally I did leave my mother’s room and went back to my own. I turned out the light, got under the covers, and thought about things for a long time… before putting my hands between my legs and bringing myself to orgasm as I imagined Kelsey sitting on her daughter’s face, grinding her pussy into the cute redhead’s mouth.

* * *

The next day at school, something incredible happened. I had been selected, along with three other girls and two boys in my grade, to take part in a special program. Three days a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we would be taken by bus after lunch to a magnet school, one of the high schools in our city that focused on advanced placement courses. Each of us would attend two classes there in the afternoon, before being returned to our school.

That seemed like a good enough idea. I would enjoy the challenge of studying something more demanding, beyond the level I was used to. The classes I was assigned to take were World History and English Literature.

Well, just imagine my surprise when we got off the bus that first day and met the two students, high school seniors, who would be guiding us to our new classes. One of them was someone I knew — it was Karen!

Oh my god, my jaw just about hit the pavement. I hadn’t seen Karen for more than two years, when she was 14, but I recognized her at once. She was a girl who’d babysat for my sisters and me several times when we were younger, and she was also the first person I ever watched my mother have sex with. I couldn’t believe it really was her! I stood there on the sidewalk like an idiot, my mouth gaping open.

Karen was holding a piece of paper in her hand, a printed list of the six eighth-grade students taking part in the program. She called our names one by one. The first three kids were turned over to another girl, who led them away. The other three, including me, went with Karen.

My mind was in a whirl. Karen knew exactly who I was, of course. That was obvious from the way she smiled and looked into my eyes when she said my name. But the last time I’d seen her she’d been upset, frightened, or at least greatly embarrassed. She’d been naked at the time, and had just finished an orgasm with my mom licking her shaved pussy. When the young brunette had discovered I was watching them, she’d grabbed her clothes and run from the room, seemingly on the verge of tears.

My mother drove Karen home right after that, and I had never seen her again — not until that day. As we walked through the halls, I tried to look closely at her. She hadn’t changed very much, still small and slender, about my height then, 5’2”, with long shiny chestnut hair, cute bangs, and big brown eyes. She was wearing knee-length khaki shorts, boots, and a short-sleeved flannel shirt.

We dropped off the first student at his designated classroom, and then the second at her class. Now it was only me and Karen. We proceeded down the hall and around a corner.

“So, long time, huh?” she smiled. “How have you been? How’s your mom?”

“Oh, um, fine… we’re fine.” My mouth was dry. I didn’t know what to say.

“Here we are.”

We stopped outside a closed classroom door. I could see through a narrow window that the room was full of students, high school juniors and seniors. I felt nervous about going inside, but I felt even more nervous about being with Karen. I was glad at least that she didn’t appear to be angry with me or anything for being a peeping tom. In fact, she seemed really friendly.

“Meet me here when this class is over, and I’ll take you to the next one, all right?”

I nodded mutely.

Karen gave me a wink and patted my arm. “It’s good to see you again, Julie.” Then she turned and headed off.

I tried my best to follow what the teachers were talking about in the history and literature courses I attended that day, although that was difficult. I couldn’t stop thinking about Karen. Images of her and my mother, naked together, kept flashing through my mind.

As promised, Karen met me and took me to the second class, which was close by. When that one ended, she was waiting for me outside the door. We gathered up the other two kids and went out to where the bus was parked. Karen and the other student, whose name was Latisha, told the six of us they would be there on Wednesday to guide us around once more, but after that we would be expected to find our way without assistance.

Wednesday came, and I was feeling energized. I’d gotten over my initial shock of seeing Karen again, and now I was looking forward to what might happen next. I hadn’t said anything about her yet to my mom or Kate or anyone, however. First I needed to find out more about Karen’s attitude toward us. She’d seemed perfectly fine on Monday, polite and cheerful, but I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any hidden resentment or anything like that.

That morning I decided to put on a skirt in place of the jeans I’d worn on Monday. And as the bus pulled up at the high school and I saw Karen waiting at the curb, I was pleased to see that she was wearing a skirt too, a very short one. She had great legs.

Everything went basically as it had on our first day there. We split up into the same two groups and the seniors led us toward our classes. But this time after the other two kids in my group had been dropped off, and it was only Karen and me, she said, “So, um, do you want to get together after school or something, maybe talk a little bit?”

“Well, but, I have to take the bus back.”

We’d reached the door of my first class.

“I know you’re supposed to,” Karen said, her eyes bright with mischief, “but maybe you can tell them someone’s picking you up, that you have a ride.”

“Except I don’t.”

“I’ll drive you, silly. I have a car. I can take you home.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to?”

“I…” The idea was very appealing, although I felt uncomfortable about lying. But would it really be a lie? I wasn’t sure.

“You think about it,” the older girl smiled. “I have to go now, get to my class. I’ll see you after this one, okay?”

“Okay.”

By the time that first class was over — long before it was over, in fact — I’d made up my mind. Yes, I definitely did want to meet Karen after school and talk with her. I couldn’t wait!

Again I found it hard to keep up with what the teachers were saying that day. The material wasn’t especially difficult, I could handle it easily enough, but I just had so many other things to think about. I tried to focus, though, and did all right.

Then we were walking out to the bus. Karen winked at me as the other kids started getting on. I told the driver I had a ride, that someone was picking me up.

“Are you sure?” he grunted. “Well, okay, I guess it’s fine, as long as I’ve seen you. I’ll let them know back at the school.”

“Thanks. Thanks a lot!”

I turned and walked with Karen across the parking lot toward her car. It was an older Toyota Corolla, kind of beat up, but it was hers, her very own car! I envied her. We got in and started driving.

At first we just chatted about school, the classes I was taking, and so on. Small talk. But as we continued across town toward my neighborhood, Karen took an unexpected turn into a large city park. She didn’t say anything as she followed narrow roads that wound through the trees. I wasn’t sure where we were going. She made a couple more turns, and then we came to a dead end in a fairly remote area near a small pond. There was a picnic table and a garbage can, but they were kind of overgrown with grass and brush. This part of the park wasn’t well maintained.

Karen shut off the engine and turned to me, smiling. “It’s great to see you again, Julie. I’ve thought about you a lot.”

“I know, I’ve thought about you too.”

“Have you?”

“Uh-huh.”

She shook her head, ruefully. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve, well, how I’ve replayed that night and wished I’d acted differently, not been so… so stupid about it. I really liked your mom, and I loved what we were doing together. But, you know, I was younger then, and dumb I guess.”

“Yeah, I know… I mean, I know what’s it’s like to be young and dumb.”

That made her giggle. “How old are you now?”

“Um, 13.”

“Yeah, I was 14 then, almost 15. But it seems so long ago, like I was almost a different person.”

I didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“That was, she was, your mom, I mean, she was my first lover.” Karen was looking out the front window of the car as she spoke, at the trees and the pond. She went on, “I was a virgin before that. I mean, I’d kissed some girls a couple times, but that was all.”

She turned and looked at me, her eyes running up and down my body. She licked her lips. “Do you think I’m sexy, Julie?”

I swallowed. Oh my, where was this going?! But I managed to answer, “Yeah, I do.”

“Are you a…?” Karen began. “Well, I guess I should say it first. I like girls. I’m a lesbian. I wasn’t sure about it until I met your mom. I thought I might be, but after that I was like, absolutely!”

We both burst into laughter over the firmness of her declaration. After we settled down, she didn’t say anything else, just sat and looked at me expectantly.

I felt myself blushing. But I gazed into her eyes, and said, “Um, yeah, I’m a lesbian too. I like girls.”

Karen licked her lips again. She leaned slightly toward me.

It was warm inside the car. We had the windows up. I was starting to sweat. I looked at her mouth, at her tongue, moving slowly around her lips. I looked into her eyes again. I leaned a little closer, and said, “I think you’re, um, very sexy, Karen. I really do.”

We kissed.

It’s not all that easy, of course, to make out in a small car, at least not in the front seat. After a minute or two of frenzied kissing and clutching, Karen suggested we get in the back seat, and I immediately agreed.

Neither of us were willing to take our clothes off then, even if we were in a remote section of the park and hadn’t seen anyone else around. But we didn’t have to be naked to have a good time. We kissed wetly, tongues exploring, and grabbed each other’s boobs through our shirts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and neither was she. Our nipples were hard.

Then our hands were going between our legs, sliding under skirts, inside our panties. Karen’s pussy was shaved smooth, as was mine. And she was very wet. She was the first to reach climax as I fondled her clit, and then I came about a minute later, with her finger up inside me. We didn’t stop, though. We kept it up, more kissing, groping, fingering, until we each had come a second time.

We rested for a few minutes. Both of us were hot and sweaty, our faces shiny, damp hair clinging to our foreheads. “That was nice,” Karen giggled, as she sucked the finger that had been inside my pussy.

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed. “We should do it again. I’m glad I’m in those special classes at your school.”

We laughed about that. Karen and I kissed a while longer, but didn’t have any more orgasms that afternoon. Finally we got back in the front seat, straightened ourselves up as best we could, then drove to my house.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked as the Toyota pulled into our driveway.

It was not quite 5:00. My mom wasn’t home yet and wouldn’t be for perhaps another hour. Dana was still at work too, at the insurance agency.

“Um…” Karen was staring at our front door, probably recalling her experiences from a few years earlier. “Not yet. Later, but, I just want to, like, think about it for a while first, okay?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Hey, but, you know, I… I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for what happened then, how I scared you and stuff. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s all right,” she grinned. “I’ll admit I was scared. But as I’ve thought about it, over all these years, now it seems kind of, you know, like, kinky and cool. Like I want to do it again or something.”

“Do you?”

“Well, maybe. But like I said, I just want to think about everything for a while. I’ll see you Friday, okay?”

“Okay.”

She leaned over and kissed my lips. I returned her kiss, then got out of the car with my backpack. I waved as she drove away.

It turned out I didn’t see Karen on Friday, although I did see her plenty after that. But that night at dinner, Mommy had an exciting announcement. She told me and Kate and Molly about some special plans she’d made for us. She’d already informed the school that we wouldn’t be there on Friday. We were going away that day, taking a trip.

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