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How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 3

  • Posted on February 6, 2017 at 7:39 pm

By Openmindedwoman

It was remarkable how we came to enjoy each other, especially Juli and me, and how we would give each other sly glances when we were together with their mother or with their grandparents, or even when I was at their house and school friends were visiting. It was very different now between us, but they were always careful to be on their best behavior. It was clear that they understood that our special times together were not to be suggested or hinted at in any way on those occasions. But as time went by, the deliciously taboo nature of our behavior became even more addictive, both to me and especially I think to Juli.

She was nearing the end of her 12th year when her mother dropped her off at my house. She came bounding up the walk and I opened the front door, waving at Melissa and Justin as the car pulled out of the driveway. Juli slipped past me and I barely had the door closed before her t-shirt and bra were on the floor.

“Whoaaa young lady,” I grinned, “what if they aren’t really gone?”

“They will be,” she giggled. “They’re almost late for Justin’s baseball game, and Mom will stay, so we have about an hour and a half, and you were gonna teach me more about kissing, remember?”

I loosened the tie on my bathrobe as I wandered to the front window, just to check.  Indeed, they had gone, and I turned, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it slide under my naked body as I sat down on the couch. Juli’s shorts, panties, and flip flops soon joined her other clothes, and she approached me with a big smile.

“Think they’re still growing, Aunt Leslie?” she asked with a sly grin, cupping her just barely B cup tits with both hands, letting her overly long nipples show through between her fingers. She was still sporting just a thin crop of pussy hair, all well above her tender young lips, and the golden down shone in the light from the window. My heart beat faster as I took her hand and pulled her towards my lap, straddling my thighs, and stood her there facing me upright, naked, warm and full of erotic energy even beyond what I had imagined might happen. I had been a little afraid that she might feel remorse about the things we had talked about, the things we had done, or perhaps would develop much more of an attraction for others her own age, and her old aunt would disappear into the background.

Apparently not so.

I traced the outline of her face with two fingers on my right hand, resting my left hand on her hip. I moved my fingers to her nose, her cheek, her chin, and then upwards to her Cupid’s bow mouth. She opened her lips, and her tongue urged my fingers into her mouth, closing around them, active, tasting, sucking lightly, giving away the height of her desire to do whatever felt good to me. But it was kissing she wanted.

“That is such a good way to use your mouth and tongue, Juli,” I muttered. “The time will come soon that you will get some lessons in using that talented tongue of yours… on fingers, and many other parts of a girl’s body… if you think you would like that as well.”

“Mmmmm hmmmm,” she nodded, “of course I want all that, Aunt Leslie.”

“And you must already have figured out that using your tongue and lips openly is such a delicious part of kissing, haven’t you?” I teased, as I wrapped my left hand around her back and pressed her forward until we were nose to nose.

She nodded again, and I removed my fingers, moving my right hand to her firm sloping left tit, wiping her saliva onto its side, and using the back of my fingers to brush across her nipple, back and forth. My tongue snaked out to wash across her lips, left and right on her upper lip, then circling to her lower lip, back and forth.

“Do that to me, Juli, and then suck my lips, one at a time, lightly into your mouth.”

She let her tongue tentatively slide out against my lips, mimicking what I had done to her, then made a ‘smack’ kissing noise and pulled back.

“I felt a bunch of spit coming, so I had to swallow,” she said with a giggle.

“Welllllll, you don’t always have to swallow all of it, sweetheart,” I offered. “Using your mouth naturally makes us produce more juice, but some people think it feels really close and hot and loving to take some of it from each other. You need to learn that about whomever you kiss, but you can try a little and see what they think, and you can decide if you both like that, too. With me, darling, you can let it happen, because it makes me feel so very close to you, to taste it from your mouth like that.”

Her eyes were wide with understanding, and she leaned in again, sucking lightly on my upper lip, then my lower lip, running her tongue along the insides of them as I opened my mouth in an intimate French kiss. I answered her probing tongue with my own, and ran it across hers, closing my lips around it, sucking her tongue into my mouth, then opening my mouth again, tilting my head and kissing her deeply.

“See, baby? I cleaned it right off your tongue, didn’t I? And I loved how it tasted slippery and gooey and it was from you.”

She’s a natural, and imitated my movements completely. I knew she had seen enough kissing in movies and TV to understand what it was all about, but of course, doing it with another female, and doing it deeply and for real always takes a bit of exploring at first. But she sensed my openness, and when some of her saliva escaped, dropping onto her chin and mine, and onto my bare tits, I pulled back, then licked it from her chin with broad lapping movements.

“A little more, baby girl, give me a little more.”

She opened her mouth as it hovered above my slumped body, and let another load of her sweet girl saliva slide out. I eagerly licked it from her lips and chin again, swallowing for her to see.

“Now, not everyone likes that as much as your Aunt Leslie, sweetie,” I cooed, “and you might not either, but that’s one way that people can feel so very close and connected with each other, if it’s something that is arousing to you… if it makes your heart beat and your beautiful young girl pussy flow.”

“It feels waaay hot for you to take that from me, Aunt Leslie,” she returned softly, eyes never wavering from mine. “It makes me feel tumbly inside to do it like that.”

Juli had never been shy about all the new things we did, the words we used, and I rejoiced in how open she clearly was going to be about all of the things to come. “Soooo, me too,” she smiled, and leaned in for an open mouth kiss.

Our tongues wrestled, and I let the wetness from my mouth slide into hers. She sucked lightly, pulling it in, and then let it flow all back to me, mixed with her own, eagerly licking the excess from my chin and cheek. I was in heaven.

I felt her hips moving in a rhythm as we continued to kiss, and my left hand moved again to her young firm tits. No longer just little apples, they were more sloping now, with a beautiful cone shape, peaked with those amazing long nipples. I moved from left to right, nipple to nipple, then filling my palm with each one, squeezing and feeling their texture.

My right hand moved to her thighs, and she scooted a little closer, her feet still on the floor as I slid down. This spread her legs wider, enough for my hand to slip in between us and cup her smooth girl pussy. I could feel the sparse downy blonde hair that had begun to show on her mons, and I combed it, tugged it a moment, then palm up, I rubbed my hand forward and back against her soft puffy girl pussy. When I just held it still, she rocked her hips against me, her natural fucking motion serving to open her lips against my fingers until I was able to slide my middle finger inside her.

“Ohhhh, myyyy,” she mewed, pulling back to look at me. “You are such a naughty auntie, aren’t you?”

“Ohhhhh myyy,” I imitated her in return, “how naughty do you like your auntie to be, my young vixen?”

She leaned forward again, which pulled her hips back, and then slid up with her knees on the couch, legs spread wide over my thighs. Then she licked at my ear as she slid them forward. “It’s cool when it’s just you and me,” she whispered with a ragged breath, “even if I do get hot when somebody is watching.”

I worked my mouth around to her ear, her cheek, and her mouth as I continued to feel her hips move against my hand. My finger withdrew, and I inserted my thumb, the way I had when I masturbated my young fox for the first time, cupping my palm under her and letting my middle finger slide between her widely parted firm ass cheeks, finding her puckered star and caressing it.

She kissed me harder, breathing from our noses as we never broke our mouths away, saliva flowing and overflowing, dripping down onto my tits while we tried to lick it from each other’s mouths and cheeks. Little animal sounds came from her throat and I felt one of her hands move to my tits, feeling their shape, tugging my turgid nipples, cupping them to rub my nipples against her body with the slippery wetness that had coated them.

Then I felt her other hand move between us, her fingers finding her own clit, feeling where my thumb entered her, pushing one finger inside herself along with my digit, then back to her own little button. My middle finger caressed harder and she pulled away a second, eyes wide on mine.

“Go ahead, Aunt Lesie, go ahead, fuck my bottom too. I’ve been rubbing it when I fuck myself and it feels so good!”

Her eyes were glazed as she spoke and I could tell by the way she moved, the raspy tone of voice that she was on her high, lost to her body’s urges, and I slid my middle finger just one knuckle deep into her bottom hole.

“Mmmmmmmmmm… yesssssssss,” she managed, “goooood… uuhhhmmmm.”

It was like holding her in a grip, between my thumb in her pussy and my finger in her ass, pulling and pushing against her tender sensitive parts while she masturbated herself.

“Just like that darling… roll your girl clit for Auntie. I can feel you do it while I fuck you. I can feel your fingers on your clit, and on my hand and on my tits. I love you baby… I love how you kiss your auntie, how you feel my tits and how you fuck yourself on my hand. Go for it, baby… let it flow… whenever you feel like letting go, let it happen.”

Her body was quivering as she kissed me, murmuring her heat. The words rolled out of her… “Wet pussy, Auntie, wet fucking pussy for you, push it deeper god yes deeper more just like that god it feels so good fuck me all you can I love you watch us Amy watch my Aunt Leslie make me cum I want to cum for you to see yes harder goddddddd.”

Her muscular legs went taught and clamped as if she wanted to close them around my hand, and I felt the throbbing as the waves flowed inside her, from the walls of her young slick channel upwards into her lower belly, surging into all her parts and leaving her gasping for breath.

It was like holding a ball of trembling warm flesh, and she kissed me, openly letting her saliva flow, pushing it into my mouth as if she wanted to give me something of herself. I licked it and swallowed it and let it run down our faces and I sucked her tongue and then held her as she collapsed against me, chest to chest, her head on my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her, rubbing her back. Her arms were under mine and wrapped upwards around the backs of my shoulders, pulling herself as if to make us one person.

Carefully I pulled her forward, knees further up onto the couch, and cupped her tight bottom, pulling her forward until the wetness of her pussy rested on my stomach. She never stopped her hips… just aftershocks, maybe, but she just kept up little fucking motions, sliding her vulva against my stomach with little shaking quivers in her hips from time to time.

“Wow, young one,” I finally offered, leaning my head back to look at her and wiping the perspiration-filled hair from her eyes and forehead. “That was quite an explosion!”

“Ohhhh… Auntie… It was awesome, like, amazingly awesome. I never dreamed…”

“Hmmmm… well, you must have been dreaming something, just a little, darling girl. Tell me, who is Amy?”

Juli’s face turned a brighter shade of crimson and she bit her lower lip. “I’m sooo sorry, Aunt Leslie, really, I don’t know what I was thinking, why I said that.” She lowered her eyes.

I used a forefinger to tip her face back up, so that our eyes met as we talked.

“It’s okay, baby girl, really. Are we going to have secrets from each other now?”

I glanced at the clock on the wall. I didn’t want to take any chances, and we needed to leave some time to clean up and figure out what to say we had been doing, before her mom and brother returned.

She shook her head, and paused, then continued, “Okay… Amy is a friend at school. She’s my age and we’ve talked about lots of things. She already knows how to masturbate, according to what she says, but she won’t tell me much. It’s like she’s embarrassed about something. And I haven’t told her about us, Aunt Leslie, honest I haven’t. You know I would never…”

I put my finger to her lips, closing off her explanation. “I know you wouldn’t, sweetheart. But it’s okay to talk with her. It might be interesting to find out where she has learned whatever it is she knows.”

Juli continued, “Well I know that she and her mom are pretty close. Her stepdad left them, so they’re alone, and Amy told me that sometimes her mom gets lonely and so she sleeps in her mom’s room.”

I smiled broadly and cocked my head. “Hmmmm… sometimes Amy sleeps with her mom? That sounds like something worth exploring a little, maybe, do you think?”

“Omigod, Aunt Leslie,” came her surprised reply, “I mean… I never thought… it’s her MOM I’m talking about… you don’t think…?”

“There are lots of possibilities there, Juli. We’ll go slowly. But does she seem, wellllll… warm and interested in you as a friend, or… something more, do you think?”

Juli smiled a knowing smile. “You want to meet her, don’t you!”

It was my turn to blush a little, but I admitted it might be fun to see what her friend Amy is really thinking. “But only if it feels right to you, Juli,” I said earnestly. “You are my most very special girl, and you always will be.”

“I know,” she laughed, and leaned in for a hug. “And I would never be jealous. I have been having thoughts… about Amy watching me when I touch myself. I guess that’s why I said what I did. Is that awful?”

“Oh, no baby, not at all. Being watched can be a hugely erotic feeling. I remember how you said once that having Justin watch you was exciting. And it can be even better when it’s just us girls. But right now we need to wash up a little and have a sandwich before your mom gets back to pick you up. And keep talking with Amy. Talk with her about  who she is able to have ‘special conversations’ with. You can tell her that we have those conversations, if you want… just that much for now. Maybe that will make her feel more like telling you.”

We made a trip to the bathroom, and a warm washcloth did the trick… no sexy smells of girl or woman pussy coming from our skin.

“You’re the best, Aunt Leslie, omigod, yes the best,” she offered as she slipped on her panties and fastened her 28 B cup bra. I watched her lithe smooth body disappear behind her summer clothes, and it was all I could do to wait until later to replay all of it in my mind, lying on my back, legs spread wide, fingers deep inside myself, hearing her high-pitched orgasm voice over and over, and trying to imagine what Amy might be all about.

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 72

  • Posted on February 5, 2017 at 1:52 pm

Getting to Know Each Other, Part Two

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

I went in search of Lisa and found her chatting with Rachel in the family room. When she saw me, Lisa got an odd look on her face, as if she wondered if I was okay.

“Is everything alright?” she asked.

I shrugged and said, “Yeah, I guess so. Your mom’s kinda… different.”

The sisters exchanged a glance as if they knew exactly what I meant by that, but in all honesty I wasn’t sure if even I knew.

“What did you two talk about?” Rachel asked.

“Mostly me,” I said. “Lisa, could we talk in your room?”

“Well, it’s Rachel’s room, too,” she said.

“Oh, I didn’t know you two shared a room,” I said, but at the same time it more or less sealed the deal as far as whether or not they had ever fooled around. Lisa had mentioned at the Hilton that her computer was in her bedroom, where she would watch porn and masturbate. That kind of thing usually didn’t happen without the other sister being involved if a bedroom was shared.

“Is it okay if we take possession of the room for a while? We have to talk about a few things,” I said.

Rachel grinned wickedly and said, “Talk? That’s not what I call it.”

“No, really. That’s all we’re going to do.”

“Why can’t I be invited too?” Rachel asked, but when I glanced toward Lisa, I saw she was worried about whatever it was I had to talk to her about.

“Whatever it is,” Lisa said, “Cheryl obviously wants to discuss alone.” Lisa stood up as if she were being led to the executioner.

I didn’t want her to worry, so I said, “I’m not leaving you or anything. It’s just some private stuff your mom suggested we discuss.”

She turned to me. “You mean my mom knows what it is before I do? Are you going to run everything by my mom first if you want to talk to me?”

“It’s not like that at all,” I said. “She just knows the topics, and it was her idea to discuss them now instead of later. She doesn’t have a clue what the details are. You’ll be the only one to know them.”

“She’ll share the details with me anyway,” Rachel said, still wanting to join us.

“She won’t share these,” I said, which earned me a shocked look from both of them.

When we entered the bedroom, we sat facing each other on the queen size bed. The bed was another hint that they got it on together. The idea made what I was about to tell Lisa easier to face.

Suddenly, I could feel my pussy gushing. Here I was, in Lisa’s bedroom, but forbidden to do anything about it. Not only that, but I’d gotten rather turned on during my talk with Lisa’s mom as well. She’d confessed to watching my video in order to ‘relieve’ some stress, though she’d not realized I was in it until she opened it online.

“What is it?” Lisa asked, still a little worried.

I realized I would have to relieve some stress myself before I could continue. Lisa’s mom had told me we couldn’t have sex, but she hadn’t said anything about masturbating.

“Actually, I need to use your bathroom first,” I said. “It will only take a few minutes.” I didn’t want to tell her I planned to get myself off because she’d want me to stay, and I wanted to do some healthy fantasizing instead. It was just one of those things.

I stood and made my way to the bathroom, passing Rachel on my way there. She just looked at me with some curiosity and I smiled at her.

Locking the door, I pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles and sat while my libidinous mind went into overdrive as I began to imagine a scene that had occurred to me somewhere between the kitchen and the family room.

“Lie back, Cheryl, and remember to call me Donna,” Lisa’s mother said. Lisa and Rachel were there, too. We were all naked, and Donna looked back at her daughters. “Rachel, Lisa, you see to her tits.”

The sisters moved to my sides and leaned over to lick and suck my nipples, making love to my boobs.

Donna leaned over my bald mound and licked her lips. “Are you as delicious as Lisa says you are?” she asked me.

“I hope so,” Rachel said. “I want to be next.”

My fingers had gotten busy right away, sliding over my labia and clit, making me yearn for the orgasm I knew would be coming.

Donna stuck her tongue out and flicked it at my clit, teasing it from beneath its fleshy hood. Meanwhile, Lisa had moved to stand behind Rachel and her younger sister moaned. Lisa was fingering Rachel and leaned over to lick the sexy teenager’s sexy butthole.

In my fantasy, I could hear the sounds of Lisa’s fingers as they pleasured Rachel. I did my best to control my breathing while sitting on the toilet.

Donna leaned over farther and began to devour my pussy, licking her tongue deeply into my soft folds and bathing my clit with firm strokes.

My fingers were Donna’s tongue. I pressed into myself, stifling the moan that wanted to escape.

Donna pressed her thumb into my flooded vagina and pushed a finger into my butthole, fucking me in both.

I nearly screamed when my fingers entered my holes to provide my mind with the stimulation I was imagining in my fantasy.

“She is delicious, Rachel,” Donna said between licks.

 “I just can’t wait,” Rachel said, and moved to join her mother. The two began to lick and suck my clit.

My fingers strummed my clit as I felt my climax rushing up on me. Nearly there… nearly there. “Uuunh!” I moaned as the orgasm took me, my head reeling with the fantasy that was still at work in my mind. I shivered and spasmed while sitting on the toilet seat, my mind a whir of sexual images as my fingers worked  their magic.

Moments later I stood, pulled my shorts and panties up, and flushed. Washing my hands, I splashed some water on my face as well, and checked my reflection to see if the signs were there that I’d just come. Well, a bit flushed, but nothing I could do about it.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down to Lisa’s room. Entering, I sat on the bed again.

“Okay, now,” Lisa said as I situated myself. “What is it?”

“First, you have to do something for me, okay?” I asked, getting control of my breathing after the powerful orgasm I’d just given myself in her bathroom.

“Anything.”

“You have to swear that what I’m about to say never leaves this room.”

“God, Cheryl, what’d you do? Kill someone?”

“No, but it’s almost as illegal.”

That made her take notice.

“Are you on the run from the cops?”

“No, it’s not like that. It’s just a lot of personal stuff I think you should know before we get any further into our relationship. Your mom doesn’t know the details. I doubt she could even imagine the details. She does, however, know the general topic and she said if I waited to tell you anything that you might not like that you’d be hurt more than if I told you now. She made me promise to talk now, and that’s why we’re in here.”

“Okay, but hold on first.” She leaned over and pulled something from under the bed and turned a switch on it.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A recorder. It’s sound activated. Rachel likes to record everything that goes on in here.”

I looked at Lisa as if I thought that was the oddest thing in the world, and she just shrugged. “Hey, she likes to get off to it.”

“To what?”

“Tell you later. First, you.”

“Okay, but you gotta swear.”

“Alright, I swear.”

“What?”

“I said I swear.”

“But what are you swearing to?”

“Jeez.” She held up her right hand in mock solemnity. “I swear that what you tell me today in the bedroom I share with my sister, Rachel the perverted one, shall never leave this room. How’s that?”

“I guess it’ll have to do,” I said, smiling at her reference to Rachel as ‘the perverted one.’ It was another cute connection between them. At that moment I would have bet a million dollars they had at least been intimate in the past and were probably still sexually involved with each other.

“So, give,” she said, giving me that same palm-up, come-along gesture with her hand that she used by the big tree last night at the party when she wanted me to say what I had to say.

“You might want to get comfortable. This could take a while.”

“Shit, Cheryl. We eat in a little more than an hour. Should we tell Mom to postpone dinner?”

“No. I should be finished by then.”

Should be?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t take that long.”

“Okay. So give,” she said, settling back against a pillow she had propped against the wall. The worried look, however, remained.

“I’ve been sexual for a long time,” I began.

“Ooh, wow. I don’t know if I can handle that news.”

“Don’t be sarcastic. This is really big stuff and telling you about it is a really big deal. I’m scared to say it, but I have to.” My eyes were welling up with tears, and she realized just how serious this was.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tone apologetic as well. “Go ahead. I won’t interrupt again unless I have a question.”

I took a deep breath and she added, “I love you,” which made me smile.

“You know my mom is in the porn business. Has been since I was a baby.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve known about what she does for a living since I was little, like six.”

“Wow, that’s young.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Anyway, I discovered what she did for a living when I walked in on her as she was watching a video of herself and another woman who was a friend of my mom’s.”

“Wow. She was just sitting there watching it?”

“Not exactly. She was on her bed… naked…” I raised my eyebrows to get my point across.

“Fuck! You caught her masturbating?”

“Yeah.”

“Did she freak or something?”

“Not exactly,” I said. This is where it would get difficult.

“Then what exactly?”

“Do you remember the video of me and Deanna and my mom?” I asked, seeming to change the subject.

“Of course I do. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Did you notice when I caressed my mom’s ass? And later how she caressed mine? How natural the touch seemed?”

“Yeah,” she said. Then her eyes got big.

“Holy shit! Did she molest you when you were six?”

“Well, molest isn’t the word I would use.”

“What word would you use, then?”

“She didn’t exactly molest me. To me, molest implies I wasn’t willing to do what we did. I’d say she taught me.”

“Fuck me twice and let me die! You mean the two of you… had sex… when you were six?”

“I knew I’d fall in love with a smart woman.”

She couldn’t speak for a moment, her mouth hanging slightly open. Then she found her voice again. “And you mean you still do it?”

My throat was tight with fear and longing as I managed to get out a whispered, “Yes.”

“Wow.”

“Are you okay?” I asked. She was pale.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around this. You and your mom, the famous Kayleigh Katz, have mother-daughter incestuous lesbian sex?”

“Yeah, I suppose you could say it that way, even if it’s redundant to say mother-daughter and incestuous. Not to mention lesbian.”

She reached out and slapped my arm — hard. “Don’t joke about this! And she’s, like, your birth mother, not your stepmother who ended up with you after your father died or something, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve heard of this happening, but I never thought in a million years I’d meet someone who actually did it with her mom.”

“Do you hate me?”

She looked at me as if I’d just asked her if she liked to swallow large rocks, and my heart swelled.

“No, I don’t hate you! I still love you! I just don’t know how to deal with this right now. Are you going to keep doing it with her?”

“I’m sure she’d understand if I told her I couldn’t anymore.”

“But that wouldn’t be your first choice?” she asked, seeing the obvious hope in my face that she wouldn’t ask me to do that.

“Look, it’s kind of like allowing Brenda to masturbate with other girls but not have sex with them,” I said, hoping to make a point.

“Well, no, Cheryl. I’d say it was a lot different. You’re still having sex with your mom. You know, touching each other, kissing each other.” She stopped. “Do you do… everything?”

I nodded.

“And you like it?”

“Lisa, I am a very sexual person. It’s a large part of my personality.”

“Does your friend Dana know?”

“Deanna?”

“Yeah, the one you made the movies with.”

“Yeah. She’s done it with my mom since she was little, too.”

“Oh my God! Your mom is a real pedo, isn’t she?” She didn’t sound pissed or anything, just amazed.

I shrugged. “I guess, but she’s never once hurt a child. She would never touch a child who didn’t want it.”

“And you’re fine with that? You don’t mind if someone does something sexual with a child as long as the child is okay with it?”

The look on her face and the tone of her voice was, well, different from how I had ever heard it before. It wasn’t condemning. It was… curious. But curious in a way I’d never heard from her. Then again, it wasn’t as if we’d known each other a long time or anything, either.

“Yeah. Look at me. I’m not all sick and warped and stuff. I don’t want to go out and kill people or get sick revenge on my mom. She didn’t use me. She loved me. She made sure my needs were met and taught me how sex is just the most intimate way possible for people to express their love for each other.”

I could tell my words were getting through to her.

“Have you ever touched a child like that?” she asked.

I had to tell her the truth. I felt it was an obligation to our relationship. “Only if they wanted to.”

“And you like that too? Sex with a child?” Again, more curious than anything else, but I could tell there was something else, an emotion I was missing.

“Lisa, I’m still in touch with a lot of the girls I had sex with. They are sweet, well-adjusted, loving children. And they still love me.”

“I guess this is sort of our mutual confession party, huh?”

“Yeah. Do you have something to confess?”

“Cheryl, everyone has something they could confess when it comes to sex. Everyone has secrets about that.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

She took a deep breath. “While I’ve never done anything sexual with my mom, I’m not exactly free and clear in the incest department.”

“You mean you and Rachel.” It was a statement, not a question.

She looked shocked that I’d figured it out. “How’d you know?”

“It’s obvious, really. First, if it’s incest, who else would it be? Your dad?”

“God, no way,” Lisa said and shuddered, “but I do have cousins, you know.”

“Actually, I didn’t. Anyway, look at some of the obvious hints that you two at least have gotten it on before. You share a bedroom and a bed. You’re a lesbian, and she’s bi. You are extremely close. You have your computer in the room you share with your sister, and you’ve already told me about watching porn and masturbating at the computer. In fact, when I found out you two shared the room, my first thought was, where was Rachel during these masturbation fests? And you told me how she ‘gets off’ listening in on what she records? And you avoided me by deflecting when I asked what she likes to listen to. Then there’s your obvious knowledge of each other’s sexual escapades.”

“Shit. I never looked at it like that.”

“I’m totally surprised your mom and dad don’t figure it out.”

Lisa looked at me funny when I said that.

“You mean they have?” I said.

“Worse.”

“Oh my God! They caught you?”

Lisa nodded. “That’s why we reacted the way we did earlier when she told you she was bi and you wanted to know if our parents knew about it.

“What was that like to get caught together?” I asked before adding, “Engaged in sister-sister incestuous lesbian sex?”

She gave me a look of mock disgust at my teasing. “Not as bad as you’d think.” She paused and looked at me. “So anything we say in here stays in here?”

“Of course.”

“It turns out my mom and her cousin Andrea did stuff together when they were young. Mom said she couldn’t very well get too pissed at us if she’d sort of done the same thing.”

“How old were the two of you when you got caught?” I asked.

“I was fourteen and Rachel was twelve.”

“Do you two still…?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And you’re upset my mom and I still do it?”

“I’m not upset, really, just jealous, that’s all. I want you for myself.”

“Well, I’m not that possessive. I’m fine with you and Rachel doing it.”

“Would it be okay if I did it with a girl who wasn’t my sister?”

“Depends,” I said. “Am I there too?”

Lisa frowned, disappointed, I suppose, that I hadn’t reacted the way she had wanted. “No. We’re all alone.”

“And I assume she’s your age?”

“Of course.”

“Then no, you can’t.”

She frowned and asked, “Why can I do it with my sister, but not another girl? I don’t want to because I agree that would be cheating, but I’m just curious.”

“Let’s put it this way, and maybe you’ll understand, if you don’t already without realizing it. Would you ever leave me for your sister?”

“Of course not.”

“Would it be possible — not probable, now, just possible — that you could leave me for another girl that isn’t related to you, or that you didn’t at least view like a sister or aunt or something like that?”

“I never would. I love you.”

“That’s not what I asked. Could you leave me for another girl? You know, the way it happens every day in the real world?”

“Oh. I get it. You’re not jealous of Rachel because she’s not a threat to you.”

“I told you I knew I’d fall for a smart girl.”

“And by the same token, I shouldn’t have a problem with you having sex with your mom for the same reason. She could never be a threat to steal you away from me.”

“Any more than my sisters could, or my aunt, or my mom’s lover or my aunt’s.”

“Wait. What?” It was time to let the other shoe drop.

“They aren’t a threat to you either.”

“Are you saying you have sex with them, too?”

“Yes.”

“Good Lord! Has your life just been one long orgy?!”

“Seems that way sometimes. I can tell you it’s been tons of fun!”

“You told me about your twin sisters. Aren’t they only eleven?”

“Yeah. We’ve been doing it since they were eight. I don’t know how long they’ve been doing it with each other. They’re from Colombia. They aren’t really my sisters any more than Jenna is. We just live our lives as if we’re real sisters.”

“Well fuck me,” she said, obviously trying to digest all of this news.

“So is there anything else you feel you should tell me?” I asked.

She looked at me and got up to turn on her computer. I watched, puzzled.

She booted up and opened a website called nifty.org. She opened a page of titles. It was all about incest and sex between adult women and little girls — moms with daughters, aunts with nieces, grandmothers with daughters and granddaughters, sisters with sisters. There was another page dedicated to little girls having sex with each other.

“Why are you showing me this?” I asked.

“This is one of my favorite websites,” she said. “I wasn’t angry that you and your mom had sex with little girls. I was, well, jealous.”

“Holy fuck,” I said, feeling numb. “You’re a lesbian pedo, too!”

She shrugged and gave me a crooked, slightly embarrassed grin. “That’s me.”

“Have you ever done anything? With a little girl?”

“No. Wanted to awful bad, but never did. Well, except for Rachel. We were like ten and eight when we started messing around, or maybe nine and seven. It’s been so long ago I don’t remember exactly. Our birthdays are only eight days apart, just different by two years.”

“So, you seduced Rachel when she was seven or eight, and you’d been doing it for several years when you got caught?”

“Yep.”

“And she loves it, right?”

“Yep.”

“God, Lisa. We are so made for each other.”

I leaned over and kissed her, my hand moving to her breast.

Remembering my promise to Lisa’s mom, I leaned back from the kiss after taking a moment to enjoy it.

“Would you like to have sex with a couple of very sexy eleven-year-olds?” I asked.

“Your twin sisters?”

“Yep.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not. They’re only eleven, and besides they’d never try to take you from me anyway.”

“And they wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“So you’re okay with us doing it with others who aren’t, like, possible rivals.”

“That about says it. And while we’re on the subject, I have girlfriends I’ve known since I was little. Deanna and I met when we were nine and have been doing stuff ever since. She’s not a threat either. If we wanted to be with each other romantically, we could be. We’re a lot like sisters. There’s also Marie, who I loved when I was in middle school. She’s still a friend, too, but again, she’s absolutely no threat to you.”

“But no doing it with a girl who could become a rival, is that right?” she asked.

“Yep. That’s how I’d like our relationship to be.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Okay, I guess we could give it a try.”

“So then, how about it? Would you like some time with a couple of perpetually horny, very pretty, eleven-year-old girls?”

“I’d love that,” she said. I could almost see her drooling. “Are their pussies bald?”

“Completely,” I said. “They don’t even have to shave yet.”

“Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you mind if my sister Jenna joins in too?”

She didn’t even pause to think about it before she smiled. “The more the merrier! As long as we NEVER do it with a girl who is a potential rival.”

“Then you won’t mind if my mom, her sister, and their lovers want to watch or even join us?”

She grinned at me. “You’re right. We’re fucking made for each other!”

“So if I have a chance — or you do — to have sex with a little girl who is totally willing, that’s okay too, right?”

“Well, I don’t know where I’d find a girl like that, but I guess so.”

“Believe me, they’re more common than you think. You just have to know how to deal with the subject with them. Once you let them know it’s okay with you and offer yourself and your expertise to make them feel good, they’re more than willing, as long as you develop some trust with them beforehand. The one rule I never break is that I never do anything with a girl she isn’t totally wanting to do, and I make sure they know that, as well as how I won’t be mad if they don’t want to do something.”

A knock on the door interrupted us. “Dinner’s almost ready,” Rachel said from the other side of the door. She sounded sad. Left out.

Lisa opened the door and dragged her inside the room, pulling her into a hot kiss right in front of me.

“Hey –!” she blurted before being cut off by Lisa’s mouth and tongue.

“It’s okay. She knows,” Lisa said after breaking the kiss. She turned to me and said something I thought I would never hear.

“Would you like to kiss my sister?”

Rachel was looking back and forth between us.

“Only if you both want me to,” I said.

Rachel looked at Lisa, as if she couldn’t believe it either.

“You can never, ever, EVER try to steal her away from me,” Lisa told Rachel.

“I won’t,” Rachel said before taking my face in her hands and kissing me, her tongue swarming the inside of my mouth. Her lips were soft, like buttery biscuits. I could tell she’d been wanting to kiss me.

As if on auto-pilot, one hand reached for her boobs and massaged them through her top. She was wearing a bra, so I dipped my hands beneath her shirt and bra to touch the soft globes of flesh. I could feel each nipple stiffen against my palm before my fingers tweaked it. Rachel moved her body against me, softly humping me as her breathing grew deeper with excitement. Her own hand sought my breasts, mimicking my movements. Breaking the kiss, we looked into each other’s eyes. I knew that if their parents weren’t there we would be naked and on their bed in less than five seconds. In spite of the orgasm I’d experienced a short time ago in their bathroom, I was as turned on as I’d ever been.

As we stood there making promises with our eyes, Lisa broke her oath about saying nothing about what I’d told her.

“She has sex with her mom and aunt and sisters.”

“Holy fuck! Really?” Rachel said, looking at me for confirmation.

What the hell! I thought. Glaring at Lisa, I said, “You said you’d never tell anyone!”

“I said it would never leave this room,” Lisa replied, grinning.

Oh, well, she had a point there, and I realized she would never have told Rachel if she even suspected Rachel might tell someone. I just shrugged, nodding in defeat. “Just never tell anyone, okay? People could go to jail.”

“Who am I to go blabbing about someone committing incest?” she said, smiling. Yes, my secrets were safe with her. “And you really have sex with all of them?”

“Sometimes at the same time,” I said, and Rachel’s jaw dropped open in amazement.

“And I get to spend the night tonight, where I get to have sex with Cheryl’s eleven-year-old twin sisters,” Lisa added.

“Rachel’s into the little ones too?” I asked.

“Definitely,” Rachel said. Then she sat down at the computer and loaded up an image of a girl who looked to be about ten kissing another girl who looked maybe eight or nine. They were naked and the older girl had her finger inside the slit of the younger one.

“My favorite picture,” Rachel said and reached down to give her pussy a squeeze through her shorts.

“Dinner!” we heard their mother call. Rachel closed down the computer and we went to eat before Lisa and I set off for a night of fun with my family.

Rachel just looked jealous, and I could tell she was hoping for an invitation to join us at my house soon.

Continue on to Chapter 73

 

Remnants, Part Three

  • Posted on February 4, 2017 at 1:06 pm

By No One

It was late afternoon when the familiar cliff walls came into view. The long drive had been peppered with a thousand questions from Zee about the state of the world and all aspects of life. Rain did her best to answer, but in some cases, she was no more informed than the android girl.

“Well, there it is: Dead End,” Rain declared, indicating the settlement nestled where two tall cliffs met at a right angle. “‘Cause of the cliffs, see?” That was one reason, anyway — some said the lives of its citizens were also caught in a more metaphorical dead end. The town wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was decent enough in Rain’s estimation. She had seen worse in her travels.

“How many people live here?” Zee asked as they came closer.

“A couple thousand, maybe? It varies. People come, people go.”

They reached the wall of corrugated tin panels surrounding the town on the sides not covered by the cliffs. The head and shoulders of a young man popped up over the wall to take a look when he heard the noise of Rain’s bike.

“Yo, Rain,” he greeted them.

“Rock.” She nodded at him.

“Been gone a long time, love. Found anything good?”

“Might have. You know, this and that. Just really tired now, Rock. Mind opening the gate?”

“I dunno, have you reconsidered going out with me?” Rock asked, grinning, as he usually did.

“I dunno, have you reconsidered chopping off your manhood?” Rain shot back. Not an uncommon exchange between them.

The big guy laughed and disappeared from view.

“There can’t be that much to it anyway!” Rain shouted after him, and more laughter came from behind the wall. A few seconds later, there was the sound of rattling chains, then a section of the wall slid aside to let them through.

Zee raised inquisitive eyebrows, and Rain gave her a wink, then slowly drove through the opening.

“Hey, hold on,” Rock said when they met on the other side, brows furrowed. “Who’s that with you?”

“Just a kid who sneaked off. You should keep a better watch,” Rain said.

“Huh? How did you…?”

“Must be a hole in your wall, better give it a check.” Rain rode off, leaving a very confused Rock behind.

“Um, why did you lie to that man?” Zee asked after a moment.

“I think it’s better to keep your, uh, identity a secret for now, okay? Some people might… freak out a little.”

“Freak out?”

“Well, folks aren’t used to machine-people around here, so they might react a bit, um… unpredictably? It’s just safer this way, for now.“

“Hmm.” Zee didn’t sound convinced. “Lying is wrong, though.”

Rain suspected machines didn’t have the most nuanced views on morality. “Yeah, well, right and wrong are luxuries you sometimes can’t afford ‘round here. What’s right is to protect yourself. Just trust me on this until we figure things out, alright?”

“I trust you,” Zee said, holding Rain in a hug from behind. “What about that man, Rock, though? If he does not find a hole in the wall, will he not get suspicious?”

Rain chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. The thing about Rock is he’s about as dumb as his name. He’s an okay guy, and for sure one you’d want at your back in a fight, but not the type who’s gonna be solving any mysteries. If he even bothers checking the wall, it wouldn’t surprise me if he did find something to fix in that rickety thing, so it’s all good.”

“In a fight?” Zee repeated. “Are there often fights here?”

Rain had meant to reassure her, but now the girl had latched onto the wrong detail in her explanation and sounded worried. “Well, sometimes.” Only once or twice a day, she thought, but left unsaid. “But we’ll do our best to keep you out of those, okay?”

She felt Zee nod against her back as she slowly drove up the crowded main street, occasionally zigzagging around passersby who were not concerned with getting out of the way. They passed by buildings made of a mishmash of brick, stone, metal panels, and occasionally well-preserved wood, then Rain turned into one of the tiny side streets that crisscrossed the town and stopped the bike.

On the street corner were two teenage girls, begging for scraps. Not an uncommon scene around town, unfortunately; it was a tough world, and it tended to leave behind many orphans. Rain knew the pair by sight, but couldn’t remember their names. She didn’t envy then, it was a hard life on the streets. She had been in their place, once, so she knew that very well.

Fishing through her pack, she grabbed a coil of wire she had found earlier and tossed it to the girls. One of them, a redhead, probably pretty under that layer of dirt, caught it awkwardly. Both girls stared at the object with round eyes, then at Rain, apparently too shocked to say anything.

“Put it to good use,” Rain said, nodding at the two before continuing on into the narrow alley. If they made a decent trade for the wire and were thrifty enough, they might be able to eat for a week or more.

“Are they friends of yours?” Zee asked naively.

“Something like that,” Rain replied vaguely, not really having the stomach to get into explaining the living conditions for street orphans in Dead End at that moment. “Better continue on foot from here,” she added an instant later, getting off her bike, “these alleys weren’t really thought out for driving.” They weren’t really thought out at all, in fact; they just happened as people built makeshift houses next to one another.

Zee jumped off as well and followed as Rain started walking, pulling her bike along. The girl seemed to be holding up the hem of her long cloak to avoid getting it dirty on the dusty ground, exposing her bare feet.

“Oh um, I’ll try to find you some shoes soon. Oh, and clothes, I guess.” It occurred to Rain that she had not given much thought to what bringing the little android home would entail. It had seemed like the right thing to do, but now she was responsible for the girl — at least until she learned to get by on her own. It was a good thing that money shouldn’t be a problem for a while, once she had offloaded her recent acquisitions.

“I am fine. I don’t want to be any trouble,” Zee protested.

“It’s no bother. Anyway, we can’t have you walking around naked, huh?” Wouldn’t be a bad sight, though, Rain thought, a little guiltily.

After a few twists and turns, they made it to Rain’s home, a small but well-built brick building that she had taken over some years ago when its previous owner disappeared into the Waste. People around there weren’t terribly particular about property rights.

Next to it was a shoddy shed made of rusty metal panels that she had built to store her bike. “Decent enough town” or not, the vehicle would be gone by morning if she left it out in the open. She opened its padlocked door and dragged the bike inside, then carried her newfound loot into the house proper, with some help from Zee for the heavy power cell.

“Well, this is it,” Rain declared, indicating the modest two-room home. They stood in the living area, which contained an old couch, a table and some chairs, cupboards and a few storage containers, as well as a charcoal cookstove. Off to one side was Rain’s small bedroom. “It’s not much, I guess, but it serves well enough.” Piles of clothes lying here and there and some dirty cookware completed the decor. “Err, sorry about the mess,” she added self-consciously.

“Oh! I can clean it up for you!” Zee exclaimed with an enthusiasm that Rain very rarely felt for household chores.

“That’s okay, I’ll take care of it later,” Rain said, chuckling at the girl’s eagerness. “Is cleaning and the like what you’re normally, um, built to do?”

“I am meant to take care of all my owner’s requests. Cleaning, and cooking possibly, and um… well… I don’t really know, specifically. I’m supposed to download instructions based on the request, but…” Zee trailed off dispiritedly.

Rain had to wonder how far those requests could go, considering how the android seemed to be so very human-like down to the most intimate details. “Well, now you get to learn how to do stuff the hard way, no cheating.” She winked, hoping to cheer the girl up. “And you don’t have to take orders from anyone.”

Zee nodded uncertainly, but she seemed to be heartened a little. “You will teach me?”

“Sure.” Rain nodded, then let out a long yawn. “Maybe not just now, though. I feel like I could sleep for three days straight.”

“Oh! You should get some rest!”

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that if you don’t mind.” Now that she had successfully made it home, Rain suddenly felt very weary. “Are you tired? Or, err, do you even sleep?”

“I can enter a low power ‘standby’ mode to save energy when I have no task to accomplish.”

“Um, right. That sounds… practical, I guess?” Rain wasn’t sure what to make of that, it sounded like sleeping at will to her. “Well, you can stand by or whatever on the couch, if you want. Doesn’t look like much, but it’s pretty comfy.” She fetched an extra blanket from a trunk, then hesitated. “Oh, err, I guess you probably don’t get cold either, huh?”

Zee smiled and shook her head. “No, but that is thoughtful. Thank you, I will take it.” She grabbed the blanket and laid it on the couch, then casually shrugged out of her cloak and, now naked, began to carefully fold the garment.

Rain swallowed, her eyes unwittingly roaming over the android’s youthful-looking body, which seemed to capture the perfect moment between childhood and adolescence. Her proud nascent breasts, her perfectly hairless sex, her small pert butt, all made Rain wonder just how human the machine-girl could be.

Zee finished folding her clothing and deposited it on the armrest, then lay down on the couch under the blanket, breaking the spell she had held over Rain.

“Ahem. Um, right, good night then,” Rain mumbled, finally looking away guiltily now that it was too late. “Well, it’s not really night yet, but you know what I mean.”

“Good night and rest well,” Zee replied cheerfully, oblivious to Rain’s naughty thoughts about her.

Rain walked to her room, closed the door, then resisted the urge to simply collapse on her bed. Instead, she first made herself undress and perfunctorily clean up, using water from a bucket.

She had expected to fall asleep instantly when she finally slid under the covers, but found herself distracted by images of Zee’s alluring nude body floating in her mind. They refused to dissipate, no matter how hard she tried to focus on other things.

The android actually reminded Rain of the first girl she had ever been with, when she herself was around Zee’s age — or the age that Zee looked, anyway. The girl’s name had been Flower, a little blonde as pretty as her namesake. Though perhaps not quite matching Zee’s perfect beauty — after all, it’s hard to compete with someone artificially designed to be beautiful — she had definitely inflamed young Rain’s nascent desires, and they had made some very fun discoveries together.

Rain smiled as some memories came flooding back. They’d had to hide in a storage shed — even if they hadn’t been up to some mischief, the girl’s parents would certainly not have approved of their little darling frequenting a street rat like Rain. There, Flower had lifted up her shirt to show off her budding breasts with a mixture of shyness and pride, leaving Rain — still flat as a boy at the time — speechless with lustful wonder. It had been the most exciting moment of her young life at that point, and even today the thought sent a thrill through her. She’d had a thing for petite women ever since.

The reminiscence only served to turn her on further. One of her hands sneaked up to her inner thigh, where it paused as she hesitated. Rain eyed the door a moment, then shrugged to herself. She could be quiet, and she would surely sleep even better after this. Her hand continued its journey until it found its warm and increasingly wet destination between her legs, drawing a contented sigh from her lips.

The memory of a later day popped up in her mind. In that same storage shed, Flower had had her back against an oil drum, pants around her ankles — to this day, Rain was still vaguely aroused by the smell of oil. The girl had looked mighty uncertain about what was being proposed by Rain, who was kneeling in front of her. Rain had heard older girls talking about this, though, and with her lover’s sex inches from her face, it had seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Flower had quickly grown very enthusiastic about the idea after the first lick.

Remembering her first taste of that intimate nectar, Rain slipped two fingers into her own pussy, while pressing her palm against her clit. Just the thing to wind down after a hard day, she thought. Her mind wandered through the surprises and delights of early experiences, her arousal mounting as she pleasured herself, but with a hint of sad longing for Flower — who was now gone, her family having relocated to another settlement years ago.

After a moment, the scene playing in her head shifted, dreamlike, and Flower somehow transformed into Zee. Slightly bemused, but too turned on to really care, Rain rolled with the new situation, imagining introducing the little android to oral pleasures, wondering if that was even possible.

“Rain? Are you all right?” Zee’s very real voice suddenly cut through the fantasy.

Rain nearly jumped out of her skin and stared at the girl who had appeared in her doorway, still as beautifully naked as she had been in Rain’s imagination. “Err… yes?” she hazarded guiltily. She was fairly certain that she had been quiet.

“Your heart rate was rapidly increasing, your breathing growing irregular, and your body temperature getting warmer as well,” Zee explained. “I was worried something was wrong.”

“Oh. You can… hear and see all that?” Clearly, the machine-girl was full of surprises. “Through the door?”

“I am equipped with highly sensitive auditory and thermal sensors,” the android revealed matter-of-factly. “Detecting potential dangers, or family members who might be in difficulty, is a very important task.”

“Ah, um, right. That makes some sense, I guess,” Rain conceded. So much for any privacy. “Ahem, well, I’m fine. I was just, um… you know…” she trailed off, but Zee only looked at her curiously. No, of course she didn’t know. “Err, right. It’s just a thing people do to, um, feel good and relax.”

“Oh. Like meditation? Doctor Nakamura practiced meditation and told me about it.”

Rain laughed. “Um, no. Probably the opposite of that. Do you… know what having sex means?”

The girl seemed to think about it for a moment but eventually shook her head. “No. I have heard someone mention that before but… I was busy with some tests at the time and didn’t look it up.”

“Well, it’s, um… When two people like each other, they can, err, get together and, um… See, there are parts of the human body that can feel really good to touch, so… Well, people can have fun touching each other, er, in many ways… There are a lot of possibilities, really. And you can do it by yourself, but it’s not really called sex then.” Rain winced at her terrible explanation. She had not exactly been prepared to give an impromptu lesson in sex education.

Zee seemed intrigued and took a few steps into the room. “Oh, really? I wonder if I am capable of this as well. Can you teach me?” she asked, all innocence.

Rain swallowed hard, eyes glued to Zee’s nude figure. There was nothing at that moment that she desired more than to “teach” the girl, but still, it seemed questionable. Strictly speaking, Zee wasn’t really a kid, despite her appearance, but she was still rather childlike in many ways. While Rain had certainly no objections to young girls exploring their sexuality, as she had done herself, in this instance it was difficult to judge whether Zee’s interest was “real” or born of some sort of built-in eagerness to please. “Erm, well, it’s kind of an intimate thing…” she argued weakly.

“Oh. But you said we were friends and that you would teach me everything…” Zee said piteously.

The young girl looked so crestfallen that Rain immediately felt her resolve to do the “right thing,” such as it was, wavering. “It’s not that simple. The thing about sex is, um…“ she began, struggling to find an argument that Zee would understand. She was “too young”? That didn’t make much sense considering the android probably didn’t age in any meaningful way, and Rain couldn’t honestly claim that her youthful shape wasn’t very appealing. Sex should only be between lovers? Rain didn’t really believe that in the least; in fact, she had slept with girls she had known for a shorter time than Zee.

The proximity of the girl’s tempting body made it increasingly hard for Rain to remember why she was hesitating. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit she was dying to explore how intimately lifelike the android really was.

“Come here,” she gave in, voice thick with desire, patting a spot on the bed next to her.

Zee happily pattered over and climbed onto the bed.

Rain’s breath caught in her throat. Slowly, she reached out and caressed Zee’s cheek softly with the back of one finger. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

“Thank you.” Zee smiled brightly. “You are very pretty as well.”

“You think so?” Rain had to wonder again if androids were simply made to be polite and to return compliments.

Zee’s eyes roamed over Rain’s body, the bed sheets having slipped to her waist and uncovered her breasts, and nodded.

Rain yearned to push the girl down on the bed, kiss her passionately, run her hands all over her body, but restrained herself. Instead, she brought her face closer to Zee’s, and said, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

Zee lifted her eyebrows, looking a little surprised at the request. “Kiss? A-all right,” she agreed, more timid than she had been.

Rain closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the girl’s in a tender kiss. Her mouth was soft and warm. Zee remained motionless at first, then after a moment began to tentatively move her lips a little, following Rain’s lead.

“How’s that?” Rain murmured after the kiss was broken. She fervently hoped that Zee had enjoyed the experience, because it had only served to stoke her own arousal and push any doubts to the back of her mind.

“It felt… funny,” the girl said slowly, sounding unsure of her feelings.

“In a good way, or a bad way?”

“I think… I liked it,” Zee decided, nodding. “I have never felt anything like that before. Is this the kind of touching that you said felt good?”

Rain chuckled. “Well, that’s part of it, but it gets much better,” she promised.

“Oh? Like what?”

Rain smiled at the sweet, innocent girl, and couldn’t help giving her another quick kiss. “I’ll show you,” she said, then tossed the bed sheets aside. “Here, sit between my legs.”

Zee complied, sitting in the indicated spot, her back to Rain.

Rain wrapped her arms around the gorgeous girl, thrilled to be able to touch her. Her nipples, pressed against Zee’s back, hardened instantly. She deposited a trail of kisses from the android’s neck to her shoulder.

Zee giggled. “That tickles a little. But it’s nice.”

“Isn’t it?” Rain gently turned Zee’s face towards her, and kissed her again, with more passion this time. She savoured the velvety feel of the girl’s lips, so lifelike and so exciting. They exchanged smiles afterwards — Rain’s eager, Zee’s a little shy.

Rain pulled back a little, and ran one hand from the small of Zee’s back up to her neck, appreciating the contrast of her darker skin against the pale android’s. She noticed a kind of tattoo-like symbol on the girl’s right shoulder blade — the stamp of her makers, maybe. Tentatively, she traced the outline of the electronic socket in the back of Zee’s neck, the only outward evidence that she was not quite what she appeared. Rain could still scarcely believe it.

She let her hand drop back down, and instead slipped it around Zee’s waist to caress her belly, tracing circles around her belly button. Her skin was so soft. After a moment, her pulse quickening, Rain trailed her hand upwards until she could cup one of the young girl’s small breasts. She was pleased to hear Zee gasp a little in response, and even more to feel her nipple stiffen against her palm.

Clearly, there was no doubt now that Zee’s creators had designed their androids for at least the possibility that they be used for sexual purposes. Rain felt a little guilty that she was taking advantage of this “feature,” but was also glad that she would be able to give pleasure to her new friend.

She fully intended to do just that. Her other hand joined the first on Zee’s chest, caressing her breasts, teasing her little nipples. Meanwhile, her mouth was busy at the girl’s neck, kissing, licking, nuzzling. She could feel Zee’s body tensing up in her arms. “How does that feel?” she whispered in her ear.

“It feels… ah! Really good. Somehow. It’s very strange. I do not understand what’s… mmm… what’s happening to my body.” The machine-girl sounded quite confused, but her sexy little moans were irresistible to Rain.

“It’s okay. Just relax and enjoy it.” Rain nibbled gently on Zee’s earlobe, which she seemed to enjoy quite a bit, judging by the little gasps she let out.

Zee took the words to heart, lying back against Rain, and limply giving herself up to a lover’s touch. From time to time, her body quivered with pleasure, or a soft moan escaped her lips.

After a moment, Rain decided that Zee was ready for the next step. Slipping a hand down, she caressed up one leg, then down the other, teasing — mostly for her own amusement, she supposed, since the innocent android was probably oblivious to the concept of being teased. Moving on to Zee’s inner thigh, she slowly dragged her fingers up to the girl’s smooth sex, softly brushing against the sensitive flesh.

Rain smiled at the sharp intake of breath from Zee. “This is the best part,” she whispered in the girl’s ear before pushing a finger between her nether lips. She was thrilled — but not entirely surprised, at this point — to discover that the android could get wet with arousal, and she made good use of the slipperiness to rub, tease, and prod at the right places.

“Ah! Rain! This is…!” Zee sounded quite shocked by the sensation, and seemingly at a loss for words.

“I know,” Rain said, grinning. “Pretty great, isn’t it?” She rubbed up and down Zee’s slit, paying special attention to her clit, while her other hand gently pinched the girl’s nipples. Zee was moaning louder now, breathing harder.

Tentatively, Rain poked at the entrance to the girl’s vagina, gently slipping the tip of her middle finger in and, encountering no resistance, pushed until her whole finger was inside. She began slowly moving in and out, and brought her other hand down to play with Zee’s clit.

The android was panting hard now and, if it was accepted that she would react like a human, Rain judged that she was getting pretty close to a nice orgasm.

Intent to push the girl over the edge, Rain gradually accelerated her movements until Zee tensed up in her arms, then suddenly cried out. For long moments, the girl twitched and quivered, moaning loudly all the while, evidently experiencing quite the overwhelming climax.

“Looks like you enjoyed that,” Rain said knowingly after Zee had quieted down.

“I… I don’t know how to describe it. I had no idea it was possible to feel this way,” Zee said wonderingly, still panting a little.

Rain chuckled. “Yeah, I know just what you mean.” Now that she wasn’t otherwise preoccupied, a detail that had been nagging at her for the past few minutes came to the forefront in her mind. “Err, wait, do you… breathe?”

“Oh. I don’t actually require air to function, but I do simulate breathing in order to appear more lifelike,” Zee explained haltingly, still trying to catch her artificial breath. “I… don’t know why I’m breathing harder right now,” she added, confused.

“Don’t worry, that’s very lifelike too,” Rain said, laughing again. She disentangled herself from the girl, and let her lie back on the bed. Once again, her eyes drank in every detail of Zee’s perfect body, her lust not abated in the least. With her unusual pale blue hair fanned out around her, looking at Rain innocently, the machine-girl still managed to look as sweet and angelic as ever, despite still recovering from a very recent orgasm.

Rain let her hands roam in light caresses all over Zee’s soft skin, enjoying the erotic feel of the young girl’s body, feeding her own arousal. She bent down to kiss Zee’s mouth, softly to begin with, then, lust making her bolder, she pushed her tongue between the android’s lips.

Unsurprisingly, Zee didn’t seem to know what to make of that intrusion at first, but after some prodding, she opened her mouth a little to welcome Rain’s tongue. She didn’t initially respond while Rain nudged and teased with her tongue, but after a moment she appeared to grasp the idea and began to answer in kind. Their tongues danced for a long while, Zee gradually getting more confident and skillful as she received a crash course in making out.

“Mmm,” Rain let out as the kiss finally ended. She was finding it was quite the turn on to teach the innocent android the ways of pleasure.

“I didn’t know tongues could be used… this way,” Zee said, sounding a little surprised. “It was nice.”

“Heh, there are a lot of fun ways to use tongues,” Rain assured her, imagining some at that very moment and feeling a warm flush between her legs.

“Oh? Like what else?” the girl asked with her usual naive curiosity.

Rain grinned. “I’ll show you.”

She gave Zee another quick kiss, then moved on to her ear, teasing the lobe with her tongue until the girl gave a little shiver. Smiling, Rain then traced a wet trail down Zee’s neck and onto her chest. She kissed and licked her way around the perfect little breasts, avoiding the nipples at first but slowly spiraling in until she could take one stiff nub between her lips, rapidly flicking her tongue over it and drawing a cute little moan from Zee.

“How does that feel?” Rain asked huskily.

“It feels wonderful,” Zee said in a whimper.

Rain took her time kissing and fondling, teasing and licking every inch of those small tits that excited her so much, even very gently biting the hard nipples. All the while, Zee’s soft moans were a delight to her ears.

She felt like she could have kept going like this for a very long time, but was also eager to get her mouth on another prize. Reluctantly leaving Zee’s breasts behind, she licked her way down across the girl’s ribs and onto her stomach, where she paused to tease and tickle her cute belly button with her tongue.

Looking up, she saw that Zee was watching her progress curiously, perhaps guessing her final destination. Rain winked and observed the android’s expression as her tongue continued on its way down. She was pleased to see the girl gasp, her mouth open in an O of surprise, as the tongue met her perfect hairless sex.

Rain relished the feel of the little android’s pussy under her mouth; it was very much like a real girl’s. Though it didn’t really have any distinct taste or smell, to Rain’s slight disappointment, it was still a joy to explore its soft wet folds.

She kept eye contact with Zee throughout, and it was quite the erotic thrill to watch pleasure wash across the girl’s face as Rain lapped at her pussy and nudged the sensitive bits with her tongue.

After a moment, she couldn’t resist slipping a hand down to her own dripping sex to give herself some satisfaction as well. She slowly worked a finger in and out, not really actively seeking release just yet, but teasing herself with a taste of the pleasure she was giving her partner. Her muffled moans joined Zee’s little mewling cries.

After a moment, she felt Zee’s hips begin to push back against her mouth. She smiled inwardly; human or not, the girl instinctively sought more pleasure. Rain was only too happy to give her what she wanted. She concentrated her energy on Zee’s little clit, licking and gently sucking on it.

Rain noticed that one of Zee’s hands was now playing with her small chest, teasing her nipples, and she wondered if the girl was doing it knowingly or purely by instinct. In any case, her cries were becoming increasingly urgent, and Rain knew she would soon reach her second orgasm of the day — her second orgasm ever, in fact.

Intensifying her efforts, she once again pushed the girl over the edge. Zee let out little high-pitched cries as she came, and clamped her thighs around Rain’s head. This only served to further encourage Rain, who put all her energy into letting Zee ride the orgasm for as long as she could.

Finally, when the girl had quieted some, Rain moved up to lie beside her. She held the panting android in her arms while she slowly caught her breath and recovered from the intense pleasure. Rain was still as aroused as ever, and eager to get some relief as well, but she forced herself to be patient and not rush things.

“Is this what friends do together?” Zee asked after some time.

Rain laughed. “Err, not generally, I don’t think. Maybe some very close friends.” She’d had a few friends like that, after all.

Zee turned to her with a bright smile, apparently quite happy that they could be considered close friends, then something seemed to occur to her. “Oh, I should um… Would you like me to do it for you too?”

“I think I’d like that a lot,” Rain understated. She had been desperately hoping that the girl would say something like that. “If you don’t mind,” she added.

Zee nodded and sat up. She looked over Rain’s body, hesitating, looking uncertain of where to begin.

Rain smiled and rose up as well. She pressed her lips to Zee’s, and soon slipped her tongue into the girl’s mouth, letting her pent-up desire flow into a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, she gently took Zee’s hand and guided it between her own legs. She definitely was not in the mood for slow foreplay. She moaned into Zee’s mouth as the machine-girl’s fingers tentatively slid between the lips of her sex.

“Ah! Fuck!” she gasped when Zee brushed her clit.

The android immediately pulled away. “Oh! Did I do it wrong? You said a bad word…”

“No, no, you’re doing great,” Rain reassured her, chuckling. “People sometimes say ‘bad’ words when they’re, you know, really excited. It’s fine.” She spread her legs wide to give Zee a good look. “See, the little nub here is called the clit. It’s very sensitive and it feels amazing when you touch it.”

Zee smiled. “Yes, I remember how it felt.” Gently, her fingers already slick with Rain’s arousal, she resumed rubbing her clit.

“Mmm, yes,” Rain purred. She was finding the whole situation extremely erotic. The fact that she was somehow having sex with a living machine, Zee’s charming innocence, and of course her delicious young body, everything was turning her on to an unbelievable degree.

Despite the girl’s lack of experience, Rain had no doubt that Zee would be able to bring her to a swift orgasm. She was a little torn between wanting the experience to last, and the burning need for release that had been building up since she began touching herself earlier. Deciding that a quick climax was perfectly fine — they could always do it all over again — she abandoned herself to Zee’s touch.

Just as she had aptly described earlier, the feel of the girl’s fingers on her clit was amazing. Her hips pushed back instinctively, and Zee seemed to grasp the message, pressing down harder on the sensitive little button. Rain screwed her eyes shut in pleasure.

She jumped a moment later when she felt Zee’s other hand join up with the first, and slowly slide a finger into her soaking sex. “Gods, yes!” she moaned. She was feeling the familiar, blissful pressure building up inside her as Zee’s finger pumped in and out of her pussy, generously aided by Rain’s thrashing hips.

“Curl your finger up a little… Ah! Yes, just like that!” Rain’s mind exploded from the combined assault on her clit and her secret spot. She screamed out loudly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her body until her brain couldn’t process anything but pure pleasure.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a long moment, when her consciousness slowly returned and she couldn’t endure any more. Through half-closed eyelids, she saw Zee smile sweetly at her, seemingly proud of herself.

Rain pulled the girl to her and gave her a soft kiss. Her mind was hazy with the afterglow, and thoughts of continuing their carnal activities quickly fled away as the intense weariness of the long day came rushing back with a vengeance. Instead, she snuggled up against her new friend — and lover, she supposed — quickly falling into a deep sleep.

 The End (for now)
 

Loving Lisa, Chapter 7

  • Posted on February 3, 2017 at 3:03 pm

By JetBoy

A single word abruptly wrenched me from my slumber.

“Mom?”

My eyes flew open, and I saw a small silhouetted form in the doorway. Vanessa. Oh, no.

I fought to conceal my jangling nerves, to seem convincingly drowsy. “What, honey?”

“I — I can’t find Lisa. I thought maybe she was in the bathroom, but she’s not.”

Stay calm. Oh, God, this whole room must reek of sex. “C’mere, sweetie.” My daughter drew close to the bed, the gold of her hair shimmering in the moonlight. “Lisa’s here with me.”

A pause. Vanessa peered at the barely-lit shape of the girl’s head, resting on the pillow next to mine. “Um, is she okay?”

I took a calming breath. It appeared that I’d just dodged a bullet — Nessa was blissfully ignorant of what I’d been up to with her little friend. Still, I needed a good reason for Lisa being in bed with me…

I grasped at straws, managed to snatch one. “Oh, she came in a little while ago and said her bottom was still sore. I put some more lotion on it, and she just…” I glanced back over my shoulder at the dozing girl, “just fell asleep.”

“Mmm. Okay.” Another pause.

Then I understood what she really wanted, but was too embarrassed to ask for. “Nessa? You want to lie here with me for awhile?”

She gave me a pleased smile. “Can I?”

“Sure.” I lifted the covers to the side of me. “Here you go, honey — come on in.”

And Vanessa crept into bed beside me. I reached for her, and she snuggled into my arms. I felt her warm breath on my shoulder.

“You haven’t gotten in bed with me in ages, kiddo,” I said, patting her back. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“No. no… I dunno, I just kinda feel like — like bein’ close to you right now.”

I smiled. So precious. “That’s more than fine with me. I know you’re a big girl — almost a grown-up, huh?”

ALmost,” she said. “I’m gettin’ there!”

“Be that as it may, you’re still always welcome to come sleep with me if you want to — or need to. Don’t ever get so grown up that you’re too old for Mom time… okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.” She gave my shoulder a kiss.

We lay quietly for a bit, then she lifted her head. “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you naked?”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, trying to take a casual tone. “That’s how I usually sleep, at least until the nights get cold.”

“Mmmm.” She laid her head down. “You feel nice.”

Another long silence. Then her little voice against my neck: “Um, Mom?”

“What is it, honey?”

“Umm… I had gymnastics yesterday.”

“I know. Ms. Perkins tells me you’re one of her best students.”

“Uh-huh.” Pause. “Well, we did splits.”

“Mmm, those are tough.”

“Yeah, I know. And, umm… I’m still pretty sore, too.”

“Are you?” What’s she getting at? I wondered.

“Yeah,” I felt her body shift slightly. “Thing is, my… my bottom, it’s really sore.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Well, I was kinda wondering — um, could you maybe rub me there, like, the same way we did for Lisa…?”

My heart went from idle to sixty in a matter of seconds. “You — you want me to give you a massage? Rub your bottom for you?”

I felt her nod. “Uh-huh. Could you, please?”

Oh, my little Nessa. Right then, I had a vision of that time I’d spied on my daughter as she danced naked. That luscious bare bottom, shaking to music I couldn’t hear. And I felt my cunt flowing all over again.

Could I do this, after the thoughts I’d been having about my daughter? After Lisa and I had become lovers for real?

I didn’t know how I could refuse. The very idea of saying no seemed impossible, even ridiculous.

“Sure, hon,” I kissed her head, then sat up. “Let’s… let’s get you ready here. Want to take off your top for me?”

She sat up and pulled the extra-large t-shirt — which Nessa preferred to girly nightgowns — over her head.

I glanced back at Lisa — she was still snoozing peacefully. “Let’s try not to wake Lisa up.”

“You don’t gotta worry ‘bout that,” Vanessa snickered. “Once Lisa’s asleep, nothin’ bugs her. You can turn on the light, play the radio, anything!”

“Really? Well, then, let’s… have a little light, okay?” I reached over and clicked the bedside lamp on to its lowest setting, which was still enough to give me what I wanted — a good view of my half-naked daughter.

There she sat, waiting patiently with a bunched-up t-shirt in her lap, gazing at me with eyes that seemed to hold some small awareness of an awakening desire — or was that all in my mind? At that moment, anything seemed possible.

Nessa’s tiny nipples stood, pink and erect. And her attention had been captured by my own breasts, the tips of them visibly swollen as well.

I glanced down. “My nipples are happy, looks like.” Our eyes met, and we exchanged amused smiles.

Tilting her head, Vanessa studied her own chest. “Mine are too… I think.”

The impulse I felt was too powerful to deny. I reached out and touched a finger to Vanessa’s nipple, trying to make it seem playful. “Yes, they are. You’ve got adorable little breasts, honey.”

She made a face. “Yeah, little is right.”

I lightly trailed the tips of my fingers over her nipples, then let my hand fall. Careful, I told myself. “Oh, Nessa, you’re growing up exactly like you should. I was built just the same when I was your age.”

“Really? ‘Cause your boobs are so big and… and beautiful now.” She blushed, kneading the bunched-up t-shirt in her lap.

I felt my own cheeks getting a little warm. “Awww, thank you, sweetie.”

She thrust her chest out a bit. “It felt really good when you touched my, um, nipples like that, Mom…”

“Mmmm, I’ll bet it did.” Reaching out, I began to caress her again.

Her eyes drifted shut for a few heartbeats. Then she opened them and looked at my breasts again, her mouth slightly open, then raised her eyes to mine and whispered, “Mom? C-can I…?”

My heart was throbbing so hard it seemed ready to explode. I could read it clear as day in Nessa’s longing gaze, and knew what she wanted from me.

“Yes, honeybunch. You can.”

Vanessa hesitantly reached out to brush a nipple, and it rose visibly. “Wow… it feels like it’s alive!”

I laughed. “It is… and I think it likes you.” Vanessa giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand. “Go ahead and squeeze it, that feels nice too.”

She did, and I felt a tremor run right through me, right down to my toes. Then Vanessa brought her other hand up to grasp the other nipple. And as I stared down at my daughter’s hands, they slowly opened like flowers, her fingers spreading out to cup my breasts.

Oh, my God. It was such a perfect, once-in-a-lifetime moment that I felt like crying when Nessa began to fondle me, her face a portrait of wide-eyed awe.

“Does this feel nice, Mom?” she whispered — cheeks flushed, her breathing quickened with excitement.

“Uh-huh, that’s… it’s so wonderful, honey…” I gazed at my diligent, loving child, and leaned in to kiss her. Nessa’s eyes drifted shut as I pressed my lips to hers, our mouths brushing together just a second or two longer than mother and daughter kisses usually did.

NO. Take a deep breath, damn it — get a grip on yourself!

The temptation was there to give into my madness, to let my tongue slip between Vanessa’s parted lips, to take my daughter right then and there. I still possessed a measure of self control, barely enough to stop me from giving in and kissing my daughter like a lover.

But I wanted to. Merciful heavens, how desperately I wanted to!

Somehow I managed to pull away, “Mmm, okay, sweetie,” I said, gently plucking her hands from my chest, “that’s enough for now.” She was obviously disappointed by my stopping her fun, but I couldn’t let myself weaken. Not yet, anyhow, my perverted mind added.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “So, hon — if I’m going to massage your bottom, let’s get that done. It’s late, we should both be asleep.”

She went from glum to elated in a heartbeat. “Cool!”

I patted the bed next to Lisa, who was still dead to the world. “Lay down on your tummy here.” She did so, her little panty-clad bottom flexing in anticipation.

“Actually,” and my voice shook just slightly, “p-perhaps we should take off your underpants first?”

“Okay. Umm… can you take ‘em off for me?” She twitched her butt to and fro in a most enticing way.

With my heart pounding explosively, I hooked a finger on each side of the waistband. “Lift up.”

She raised her hips, and I slid the cotton undies down her legs and off. Oh, my, such a beautifully formed, baby-smooth bottom! She had very light tan lines, and there was a tiny line along the bottom of each soft buttock where her panties had held.

I hadn’t seen my girl’s ass since witnessing her little naked bedroom dance. But honestly, I’d never seen Vanessa’s butt, really seen it, ever. Not like this — up close and intimate, through the eyes of a lesbian.

I reached over her to retrieve a tube of lotion from my bedside drawer — not as sweet-smelling as the stuff we’d used on Lisa, but it would do quite nicely. Squeezing a dollop into my palm, I briskly rubbed my hands together. “Gotta warm this up,” I murmured. “Don’t want that pretty butt of yours getting cold.”

Vanessa giggled, her pale buttocks contracting just a bit.

Trying to keep my hands from shaking, I gently placed them on my daughter’s bottom, one on each cheek. It felt exactly like I’d expected, but still, the softness thrilled me to the liquid core. “Is that okay?”

“Mmm-hmm…” came her voice, somewhat muffled by the pillow.

I began moving my fingers in long, slow circles. Outward to her hips, down her sides, then thumbs taking a path back up her crack — without slipping inside, though — and around again.

“Ohhhh, that feels sooo goooood…” the little voice murmured.

Despite my nervousness, I had to smile, pleased that Nessa liked what I was doing. “It’s supposed to, honey. You tell me if anything else hurts, so I can work on that too.”

“Sure,” she sighed happily.

We fell silent for a moment, and the only sound in the room was the soft glide of my lotioned hands on Vanessa’s skin. At least, until our reverie was interrupted by a small snore from Lisa.

Nessa chuckled. “See what I mean? She’s out cold!”

“Yeah, I suppose… Lisa pretty much fell asleep right after I massaged her bottom again.”

“So, um… was her butt still red?”

“A little.”

A pause. “I prob’ly shouldn’t have done that dare, I guess…”

“Oh, Nessa, it was only in fun. No harm done.” My thumbs were on the upward glide, and her bottom was relaxed enough that her tiny, perfect rosebud was revealed. Mmm, it looked luscious. “She’s just fine, hon. Really.”

“Okay.” A pause. “Uh, Mom?” Her bottom shifted as her legs parted slightly.

“What, honey?”

“I… I’m kinda sore in the middle, too…”

The middle. Oh, my goodness. “You are?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, and her legs opened further, revealing the sweet pink crease of her pussy. She kept her face turned from me, speaking to the pillow. “I dunno, I guess doin’ those dumb splits made me sore there, too.”

“Uh-huh…” Oh God, my daughter was opening herself to me, for me. I felt my cunt throb at the exquisite sight of her smooth slit. “So by ‘in the middle’, sweetheart, you mean… between your legs?”

“Kinda… yeah.”

I continued to stroke her bottom, a silent war going on inside me. Nessa was asking me to touch her pussy, as if it was the most natural thing for a mother to do.

No way in the world to sugarcoat that — if I gave in, I’d be masturbating my daughter.

How could I say yes? How could I say no? After all, it had been her suggestion. But it was incest, damn it, incest with a minor! Then again, Nessa seemed so… so casual about the whole thing, making the act of fondling her sex seem perfectly innocent.

Was it, though? There was certainly nothing innocent about the sex fantasies I’d been having about my little girl. And what about Vanessa — was she really “sore in the middle”? Or was she trying to trick me into touching her in a sexual way? Could my eleven-year-old actually be having those kinds of thoughts about her own mother?

This wild whirl of questions raced through my mind in a matter of seconds, leaving me beyond perplexed. Meanwhile, my daughter was waiting for me to respond.

My lips parted, and the single word fell out as if I’d been programmed to say it.

“Okay.” I paused in my stroking, resting my hand on her rump. “Tell you what, though. Let’s… let’s put a pillow under your hips. It’ll make it easier.”

“Sure!” Vanessa chirped, lifted her pelvis so I could slide my other pillow beneath her. Now her hips were elevated slightly, that beautiful bottom raised up and open.

“That’s better. Now spread your legs apart just a little bit more, hon, so I can see what I’m doing.”

My little gymnast did just that, fully revealing the treasure between her thighs. Now there was no mistaking it — Nessa’s sex was glistening with wetness. She was extremely turned on, that much was certain.

I tried not to dwell on what that meant, forcing my fears and reservations to one side to be dealt with later. Right then, I had a job to do.

“First,” I breathed, “let’s get your legs relaxed, honey.” I slid both hands down to the tops of her slender thighs and began to massage them.

“Ooh, yeah, that’s pretty sore, too…”

“I’m not surprised — you work these a lot when you do splits.” My hands pressed in, gliding along my girl’s upper thighs, easing the tense muscles.

I spent a minute or two loosening Nessa up, because she really was tight down there — her blissful sighs made that obvious. Then, once she began to relax for real, I allowed my thumb to lightly graze her slit.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, that’s… that’s where I really… mmm yes, right there, Mom!”

My cunt was dripping wet, flowing like a leaky faucet. I had one hand rubbing Vanessa’s ass, while the other was cupping her pretty pussy. I ran two fingers up and down the moist, smooth flesh, feeling it grow increasingly juicy to the touch, breathing in deeply to drink in the scent of my daughter‘s excitement. “Is this where it hurts, honey?”

Vanessa’s breath was coming in ragged bursts. “A… a little, yeah. It f-feels, um, kinda weird…”

Give her a chance to end this if she wants to, I told myself. “Should I stop?”

“No, no, Mom!” she cried. “Keep…d-doing that, just like you are… it’s… um, it’s really good.”

Well, that settled that. So I continued to fondle her, my hand growing bolder as I groped Nessa’s bare butt, my fingers tickling her cunt. I’d never thought of using that word to describe her sex — but at that moment, nothing else would do.

I felt Vanessa’s wetness, the warm ooze of her excitement as I masturbated her. She’d started to moan soft and low, almost humming. And I was moaning, too.

All at once, my finger just… slipped in. Right inside my daughter.

We both froze. Vanessa’s sex had been opening up to me gradually, so with one stroke, I’d penetrated her without intending to. I was paralyzed, uncertain of what to do — and then I felt and saw my daughter push herself back against me, trying to take my finger even deeper!

Needing no further encouragement, I sank my finger deeper, more fully inside her vagina. My God, she felt incredible — so hot, so tight, so slippery!

I began to move in and out of her, and Vanessa was now openly fucking herself against me, her buttocks spreading open with each thrust. The sight of her pink star was too tempting to resist — I trailed my index finger down the smooth crack of Nessa’s pumping ass, pressing the tip against her anus. Still lubricated by lotion, it slid into my daughter’s rectum with ease.

Feeling like a goddess of all things sexual, I began a rhythmic penetration of my sweet Nessa’s holes, both fingers moving in opposition — one finger in and one out, then the other way around.

“Mmmmm, ohhh, Mom… ohhhh, it feels so good, so good, mmmMMMMMmmyes…!”

I was drunk on it all — Vanessa’s heat, her ecstatic moans, the rich, thick aroma of her pussy, the sight of my daughter as she rode my fingers like a woman possessed.

Knowing that we’d gone past the point of no return, I leaned down and began kissing Nessa’s bottom, hot open-mouthed kisses that surely made it clear to my daughter that I was no longer giving massage therapy — I was making love to her.

She wailed, “Oh, MOM!” and began thrusting her hips against my face. Overwhelmed with lust, wanting to get even dirtier with her, I pulled my finger out of Nessa’s asshole and began licking her crack.

This put my baby over the edge. She cried out, “OhhHHHHHhh Mom, I c-can’t — oh God, I love you s-so much — oohHHHHhh Mommy, Nnngggghaaahhh!”

My daughter came hard — shuddering, panting, her body seizing up again and again — finally crumpling into the sheets, her body glazed with perspiration, gasping for breath. I carefully extracted my finger from her cunt, bringing it to my lips to taste.

I felt a hand on my shoulder — and turned to see Lisa, still gloriously naked, kneeling next to me. Her eyes were wide and she was grinning with barely contained excitement at the sight of me fucking my daughter.

“Wow…” she breathed into my ear,” “That was so hot!” She reached out to caress Nessa’s bottom.

My dazed daughter raised her head and looked back, her mouth falling open, her eyes widening at the sight of me and her best friend, side by side and completely naked. Lisa winked sexily at Nessa as she began to fondle my breasts. She turned her head to lick at my ear, and I shivered deliciously.

I reached for my daughter’s hand and drew her to me. “I adore you, honey,” I say softly.

“Oh, Mom…” Nessa whispered.

I kissed her. Not like a mother, but as a lover, my tongue gently parting her lips, She was surprised, but got over it right away, her own tongue surging forth to meet mine.

We came together in a passionate clutch, our arms entwining around one another’s bare bodies. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. My darling daughter was in my arms, holding me, kissing me deeply, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth as I caressed her. Then I felt her hands palming my breasts, brushing my nipples, ohhh my goodness!

Then a shift, and I was kissing another sweet sweet mouth, my lover Lisa. Vanessa lowered her face to my breasts and took a nipple into the heat of her mouth, eagerly sucking.

I was tongue-kissing Lisa hotly, holding her close with one arm. Suddenly she pushed me onto my back and, grinning wickedly, climbed between my thighs, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowered her face to my dripping pussy and began to lick me. Oooooohhhhhh, SO wonderful!

I saw Vanessa’s face above mine, giving me a smile of love that almost brought tears to my eyes. Her lips parted as she leaned in close to kiss me passionately. As our mouths feasted hungrily, I felt my daughter’s hand fondling my breasts. Lisa’s mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere between my legs as she ate my pussy.

Their hands ran all over my body, caressing my bottom, my belly, my legs, my pubes, my slit. Then somehow I was on my back, knees up, Lisa licking my cunt, Nessa kissing me, whispering words of love, stroking my hungry nipples. They were loving me, every inch of my body… and oh, yes, Lisa, suck my clit, it’s so wonderful, oh GOD, OHHH!!

Hold on for dear life, my sweet young lovers, as I bucked and thrashed helplessly, crying out loud as the sky came crashing down and everything went bright white for an instant, then faded to a soothing, cozy black.

I’d never come like that before. Never.

Both my adorable ones were resting in my arms. We kissed and hugged and murmured words of adoration, and I was happy to cuddle them both as we quickly drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 8

 

The End of August, Part Two

  • Posted on February 2, 2017 at 5:13 pm

By Jane Doe

It’s hot, too hot to sleep. That’s my first thought as I slowly drift upwards through the layers of consciousness. I’m sweating, even though I’m naked aside from the sheet. Why am I sleeping naked? It smells like something, musky and strange, not a smell I’m used to. I reach out across the bed and for some reason I’m expecting to find something there, but there’s nothing but empty space.

My eyes slowly open to the light of morning and my gaze drifts across the room to my desk. Clean and neat, like I always keep it. A slight movement catches my eye and my eyes are drawn to Sara as she sits at her desk. The sight of her hits me like a punch in the chest and the memories of last night flood my brain. How can she be so beautiful? The question tears at my heart, making me feel like I’m going to choke on the lump rising in my throat. Her dark hair is spilling down her back, the soft yellow morning light lending a bronze cast to her skin. She’s sitting there motionless with her laptop in front of her, through the slats in the back of her chair I can see the curve of her back, a light sheen of sweat making her contours glisten. Now I know what I was expecting to find beside me… her scent is still on my pillows and sheets, the sight of her sitting there naked, even if I’m not seeing… I feel like I’m going crazy.

I’m up and out of the room, wrapped in my bathrobe and carrying my little basket of toiletries down to the bathroom. The water is almost scalding hot as it rains down on me, and I let it flow over me at first, just standing there. Then I start scrubbing. I have to get her scent off me. Out of my hair, off of my skin. What the fuck is wrong with her? What was she thinking? That I would like it? I scrub until my skin is raw. I think I’ve washed my hair three times, but I still don’t feel clean. I want nothing more than to get the feel of her off of me, but it’s like her hands are still there. Her hands and her lips, moving over my skin… I shudder with the memory of it, leaning back against the cold wall of the shower. What’s wrong with her? What’s wrong with me? Fuck this, she’s going to get a piece of my mind.

I climb out of the shower, wrap myself in my bath robe and storm down the hallway, ready to let her know what I think of her sick little perversions. I throw open our door, tirade half formed in the throat, but she’s gone. NO! She can’t do this to me and then just walk out… hide from the consequences of her actions like she always does. She can’t do this. What was it to her? Just another fuck, to be ditched in the morning? I wouldn’t doubt it knowing her.

Trembling with rage I slam the door shut behind me. Tears well up in my eyes but I don’t know why. I slide down, back against the door, heart twisting in my chest; the pain I feel punishing me for my own impotence. I hope it was worth it for her. I’m going to make her life a living hell. Just like she’s been doing to me.

I can’t do anything but cry and curse her until I notice the time. Hell… Now she’s made me late for class too. I throw on my uniform, try to hide the effects of my crying with makeup and get to class as quickly as possible. She’ll just have to wait. God, I hate her.

*****

It’s been an awful day, class after class, long and dull, and even when I see Sara I have to keep my rage bottled up. I don’t need to be the one expelled. Even with that in mind, every time I see her in the halls, everything boils up into my throat and I have to choke it back, as though it were a vile conglomeration of bodily fluids that seeped into my stomach and need to be expelled. Every time I see her my mind’s eye opens, showing me snapshots of what we did, things I wish I could forget.

For her part, she’s still Sara. As though nothing had happened. The same blasé look; the same slow, dignified gait; the same disinterested stare and aloof attitude. Am I nothing to her? Does she just not give a damn about any of it? When I think these things I feel like I’m going to cry, despair clutching at my heart and tears threatening to well up in my eyes.

But why does it matter? She’s a freak, a pervert and a bitch. I know how she uses people and then drops them. She’s just like Mom, and I hate them both.

Finally class ends and I find myself out in the courtyard, so lost in my own thoughts I was unaware I had made it so far. Standing in the bright sunlight, I cast my eyes about for an anchor to pull me out of my disorientation. As if God felt my need, the best anchor possible comes walking through the gate. I grin like a goon and run to meet Mark as he saunters on in, catching me in his arms easily. Troubles momentarily forgotten I plant a kiss on his lips and soon we’re surrounded by friends and everything seems normal. Thank the Lord for small favors.

With Mark’s arm around me and gossip being passed around our little circle I don’t even notice her until I catch my boyfriend’s gaze wandering past me. Of course he would notice her, right beside me, listening to my friends chatter with that passive look on her face and smug gleam in her eyes. Fury and outrage swell and threaten to boil over as she gives me a faint smile. How dare she just wander in and disrupt my world like this? I settle in against Mark’s side even closer, sliding an arm around his waist possessively and I see her smile falter then fade. It’s my turn to smile. She doesn’t like that, does she? Every bit of attention I lavish on him seems to sour her mood a bit more. Nuzzling his shoulder, playing with his hair, kissing his cheek; every little move bringing another crystal of ice into her eyes. Driving her farther back behind her pretentious façade. Does she think she has some kind of right to me? That she’s laid some sort of claim? I think not.

When I can see the fury simmering in her, a mirror to my own, I pull away from Mark just a bit, lacing my fingers with his as his arm drops from my shoulder. I give him a sly smile and a wink, excusing us from the gabbing circle of girls to… take a little walk. The girls get the idea and our departure is accompanied by giggles and knowing glances. Sara’s eyes are locked on Mark… he might think she looks interested. But I know her better than that, the only interest she has in him is possibly to castrate him at this point. Her anger is like a sweet balm to my mind and heart, and I feel lighthearted and unburdened as we wander the grounds, searching for a bit of privacy.

*****

I’ve avoided it as long as I can. Mark had to leave in time to get back to his school for dinner, though the making out in the meantime had been an escape. I went to dinner, studied, hung out in Charlotte’s room, talking about guys, anything I could think of to stay out of my room, stay away from her.

I sigh, staring up at the dormitory, dreading what waits inside. I guess I have to bite the bullet eventually, but as I pass into the building my feet feel like lead and I have to steel myself for the long slow climb up the stairs. I feel like I’m walking to the chopping block, the executioner waiting with his razor sharp axe. But why? It’s my room too. Why should she have this power over me, to make me feel like I can’t even return to my room?

My pace quickens and by the time I reach our door I’m almost running. I open the door forcefully and nearly slam it behind me as I enter. She doesn’t even look up. I stare at her with burning defiance until she meets my gaze. She’s lying on her bed, stretched out on her stomach with books open in front of her, maybe doing homework, maybe just doodling as she reads.

Her look is cold and closed. Distant, uncaring, the very essence of my dear sister. Our eyes lock and I will her to acknowledge my defiance, my independence, the fact that I will not be a slave to her whims and desires.

I should’ve known better. Once again I’m left with twisting frustration in my gut and embarrassment rising to my cheeks as she goes back to her books, her look dismissing me as an overemotional, overdramatic child. How does she do this to me? She doesn’t even have to speak to make me feel like this, as though I wasn’t even worth more than a moment of her time. To make me feel so ashamed of what I do, of how I feel. As if I were the unreasonable one.

Suddenly I feel like crying, my frustration jumping from my stomach to create a knot in my throat and make my eyes burn with shame.

Somehow I hold it in, clamping down with all my strength and willing myself to not let her see my vulnerability. So I simply slide into my bed quietly, doing all I can to maintain control. I lay there, staring up at the bunk above me where my sister, my twin, lies, and I can almost feel her disdain drip down from above.

*****

All is silent until lights out. I watch her as she climbs down, putting away her books and then turning off the lights, only changing into her pajamas in the darkness. My eyes haven’t adjusted enough to be able to see anything other than her vague form across the room by her dresser, and I have to ask myself if I really want to see more. She wears what she always wears, a white button down shirt and a pair of underwear. I don’t have to see detail to know that.

To my surprise instead of climbing back up onto her bunk she slides into mine, lying on her side, facing me. I don’t quite know what to think, but I don’t trust this one bit. We stare at one another in silence for a long while. As my eyes adjust I can see her, faintly illuminated by the feeble light of the moon outside our window. Why is her face always so calm, her eyes so impenetrable? It’s times like this I hate the most. At times like this not even I can read her. It makes me want to lash out, hurt her, get her angry, at least then I know where I stand.

“Why did you do that?” Her voice is soft but clear, utterly devoid of any feeling. I have to ponder a moment before answering.

“Why did I do what?” Searching her eyes I find nothing, they seem as flat and empty as her voice. It scares me in some fashion, having her look at me like this, talk to me like this. It feels unnatural, and then it dawns on me… this is how she talks to Mom and Dad. The irrepressible urge to do something, anything, to get her back to normal wells up. She can’t do this to me, she can’t look at me like she does them, no, no, NO!

She rolls onto her back as though she’ll get up, but I can’t let her. I can’t let her leave me like this. I can’t be like them, I can’t! I slide my arm over her waist and move so I’m lying half on top of her, my chest on hers and my chin resting lightly just below her collarbone. She doesn’t resist me, she isn’t reacting at all. Complete indifference. This I fear above any other response at all. I can feel the tears I held back springing to my eyes, threatening to spill over as my heart lurches in my chest.

“No. I won’t let you leave.” It’s all I can think to say. Even if it doesn’t make that much sense. But she wouldn’t just be climbing up to her bunk. There’s an air of finality in the room, clinging to us, cradling our words and lending our tiniest movements a staggering weight.

“Why not? You already left me.” And in my mind’s eye I see the stare she gave Mark. I see the smile she gave me, I see the warmth in her eyes through the day that I willed myself not to see at the time. And my tears make good on their threat, spilling out and down my cheeks, as what I’ve done staggers me. I sag against her; laying my cheek on her chest I let my tears fall. Were I standing I would’ve sank to my knees.

I can’t even speak. Insidious weakness and revulsion wash over me, turning my silent tears slowly into wracking sobs, curling in against her. My body and soul beg her forgiveness, even if my voice cannot. I feel her arms slowly slide around me as I cry, eventually cradling me against her and her fingers gently sliding through my hair. Slowly my sobs fade, leaving me exhausted and depressed. I do my best to find my voice, though all I can manage to produce is a ragged whisper.

“I’m sorry, Sara. I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else I can say. I can’t deny it. I didn’t just leave her. I ran screaming from her. I still don’t know what I think about what we did… maybe she is sick. Maybe she’s totally fucked in the head, but I can’t be like them. I can’t just ignore it and lock her out, leave her in the cold, alone. We may hate each other sometimes, but we’ve always had each other to hate, and to join in hating our parents. There’s nothing worse than nothing.

She gently cups my chin and tilts my head up to look at her. I can see her face plainly now, her lovely face, delicate features normally given strength by her confidence and unbreakable will, sad and tired here in the darkness of our room. Her eyes, her eyes are what pain me the most. They’re not only sad, but so damn lonely. A loneliness I know all too well. It’s heartbreaking to see so much of myself in her, and briefly I hate her for letting me see it.

“Does he tell you he loves you?” Her shell is cracking, her walls crumbling down. This has never happened before, not in all the time we’ve been together; never once in our shared lives has Sara lost it. I do all the time, but never her. It scares the hell out of me.

“Of course he does.” He told me when we left school last year. He’s been telling me since we came back. Of course he tells me that; he wants in my pants.

“Why do they always lie to us? Why does everyone lie…” Her voice is barely a whisper, and I can see the wetness in her ice blue eyes. She’s breaking, and I have no idea what to do. She’s not supposed to, she’s never supposed to, but what right do I have to expect that from her? I do nothing but try to break her. I try to break her, and when she crumbles I hate her for being so much like me. Is it really her I hate? I feel so lost, but as a tear slides down her porcelain cheek I know I might be lost, but I’m not alone. And I won’t let her feel alone either.

With trembling hands I cup her face, wiping her tears away, my eyes searching for hers until she allows them to meet. I can’t say anything to what I see in her eyes, and I can’t do anything but will her to see my response in my own. I want to tell her it will be okay. This time I’ll be strong for her, but it won’t do any good unless she can see it, unless she can feel it, without words, without lies. Her eyes have never told me anything untrue, whenever I really looked. Why haven’t I looked more often? Why wasn’t I willing to see what’s been right in front of me all along? Maybe I had to break her to get to this point. I don’t know, but I wish I hadn’t.

I can feel her body trembling under mine, I can feel the tremors of her loneliness and sadness taking over. Was it me that hurt her so badly, or did I just strike the final blow? I prop myself up on one elbow, and looking down at her I know I have to be true to her, to myself, to the promise my eyes made. I can’t stand seeing her like this. I think of her disdain for our parents when they forgot birthdays and school plays, her condemnation of their sometimes unthinking cruelty. How she always stood strong for me when I needed it, and how our strength may have been drawn from our hatred, but for the first time I can see it was drawn from being together.

With all this in my mind and my heart I am steady and I am strong, if only for her. Leaning in my lips catch hers, ever so softly, for once encouraging her with love. I’ve had enough hate for one life. I can feel her crying begin in earnest as I kiss her, and I let her tears fall. Sometimes it’s okay to cry.

I hold her close and kiss her lips then her cheeks and her chin and her eyelids, growing more ardent and adoring as I do so. So maybe I’m pretty sick too. She trembles like a leaf and all I can do is kiss her, endlessly kiss her, finally parting her lips with my tongue and acknowledging her as more than just my sister.

Last night she was in charge. She did as she wished and gave everything to me… now it’s my turn. I kiss her deeply, trying to suck the pain from her soul, to let her know I’m willing to bear the burden with her, and as I do so I begin slowly unbuttoning her nightshirt, exposing the bare flesh of the valley between her breasts, down over her stomach to her navel, slowly pushing away the thin cloth that is her only remaining defense, the only thing keeping me from having her completely and totally vulnerable in every way.

I shift up on top of her, kissing her deeply, then begin a slow move downwards, over her chin and along her throat, feeling almost drunk with the taste and smell of her skin. I dive into the hollow of her throat, sucking and nibbling at every curve and hollow, her gasps and soft moans like music to my ears. My hands travel down over her sides as though they had never known the feeling of another body before, seeking to know and glorify her body in every way possible, to elicit every last ounce of pleasure for her and myself.

I spread her shirt farther, exposing her perfect breasts as my mouth works down between them, and I sit up for a moment, leaning back to gaze down upon her prone form, her skin so pale it almost seems to glow in the dimly diffused moonlight. I let my fingers wander back up her sides, slowly cupping the soft beautiful orbs that are her breasts, each pale globe accentuated by a dark nipple, contrast in tone, heightened by the lack of true illumination. Her eyes say everything I need to know; they make a wordless pledge of not only her body, but her heart and soul as well. In this moment I know I love her, perhaps more than I should. But in knowing that, I feel complete. And I know that she is the only one that can make me feel this way. My twin, my other half. I think we understand that now.

Smiling gently I lean down to take her left nipple into my mouth, first sucking and then lightly nibbling, flicking my tongue over its quickly stiffening tip. I feel her moan reverberating through her chest more than I hear it, and I quickly switch to the right nipple, lavishing attention on each in turn. The smoothness of her flesh and softness of her skin is a marvel to me, a true wonder to be explored and worshiped.

I’m far from satisfied with just her nipples, though, and my mouth greedily wanders around them, covering each breast in turn and moves slowly outward from them, around the supple sides and down to the barest beginnings of their swelling from her chest, and then down over her ribs and the flat expanse of her stomach. Her navel draws me back to her midline and I nibble and lick in and around it, adoring the feel of her hands in my hair.

I caress the flare of her hips, gently gripping and stroking them before hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging them down to expose yet more of her, and my lips and tongue soon follow my fingers. She squirms and writhes as I traverse the lines of her hips and slide down over her thighs, dragging her panties farther down as my mouth requires access. I can feel the heat of her body rising, her hips lifting to ease the removal of her underwear, granting me a glimpse of her neatly trimmed mound and allowing her scent to permeate my senses. And my god, she smells like heaven.

I let my kisses wander between her navel and the beginnings of her neat patch as I slide a hand up her inner thigh, marveling at the warmth I can sense at her core. It takes a feat of willpower to keep from ducking my head between her thighs. Instead I let my fingers trail ever so slowly upwards, finally coming into contact with her slick, hot center after what seems like an eternity.

At first I merely let my fingertips slide along her slit, feeling her writhe and strain for greater contact. She’s so soft, so incredibly wet it’s a nearly frictionless touch, simply gliding over her most tender parts. Her gasps and soft cries take on a more pleading tone and I can no longer resist her pull. I slide my fingers deeper into her valley and allow her hips to find the placement as she impales herself on me, taking my fingers deep inside and grinding on them.

I’m so lost in the sensation it’s almost a surprise when the top of her cleft meets with my chin. She lets out a soft cry and I drop my mouth the scant distance necessary to truly taste her. Near where my chin had rested I find her neat little bud, a perfect place for sucking and I do so without thinking; as lost in her sweetness as I am, I continue to thrust and explore her insides with my fingers.

One of her hands grips the sheets and the other holds my head in place as her writhing reaches new heights, her chest heaving as she pants for air. I can do nothing but marvel at her beauty and utter abandon, my mouth and hands continuing of their own accord. As her frenzy works to a fever pitch, I’m mesmerized, totally in her power as she is in mine, and she lets out a guttural cry, primal, from some dark part of her soul as her insides clamp down on my fingers and I can feel her slickness coating my hand and her inner thighs. She’s like some primitive goddess, pure and animalistic, loving and brutal.

Awe turns to horror as I hear fast footfalls outside our door, followed by a pounding. I can barely throw the blankets up over her before the door is thrown open and our floor monitor bursts in. My heart seizes in my chest for a moment as Sara looks up, flushed and groggily confused.

“My Lord, Abigail! What’s going on in here!?” My eyes are wide and I can feel my heart seize in my chest. I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“She was having a bad dream. I don’t know… I tried to wake her…” My mind is locked in terror and my heart goes from a complete stop to a hundred miles an hour, thundering in my chest and ears.

I quickly stand and step back as the forty-something nun crosses to my sister’s bedside and sits down beside her. Sara just looks confused and all I can do is pray the smell and wetness on my hands and face go unnoticed. Sister Francis lays a gentle hand on Sara’s forehead, giving her a concerned look.

“She seems to have a bit of a fever. Are you all right, Sara dear?” I feel very near fainting. Sara faintly smiles and gazes over at me, still breathing a bit heavily.

“I think I’ll be fine. It was just a dream. Could Abby sleep with me though? I feel better with her close.” Her voice is dreamy and soft, I can almost see the tough old nun’s heart melt. She’s certainly been familiar with our fighting.

“Certainly, dear.” She stands and gives me a stern look. “Abigail, I know you two don’t always get along, but your sister is sick and she needs you. Look after her. There’s nothing more important in this world than your sister.” I stare gape-jawed for a moment, then slowly nod.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

Under Francis’ watchful gaze I strip and pull on a nightshirt, then crawl into bed beside Sara, doing my best to keep her naked form covered. The nun gives me one last commanding glare, then retreats, closing the door and enveloping us in darkness once again.

Sara immediately pulls me into a lingering kiss, letting her hands slide up under my nightshirt, sending a thrill up my spine. After the kiss breaks I hold her close. I never want to let her go.

“You looked guilty as sin there, Sis. If you were anyone else we would’ve been so busted.” Softly giggling she settles in against me, still completely naked under the covers.

“Yeah, well… maybe that just means God wants us together. He kept our secret safe right in front of one of his daughter-in-laws.” Our giggling continues long into the night, and we fall asleep nestled together, finally in tune with our other halves.

 The End

 

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 2

  • Posted on February 1, 2017 at 1:08 pm

By Openmindedwoman

How we enjoyed those close times!

So often I went home dripping wet and sooo stimulated, and then masturbated, wondering if they were feeling any of the inner urges that I was. I knew they were nearing hormone time themselves, growing and changing. And our ways of being together continued to grow and change as well when they were 11 and 10.

They liked the caressing fingers on their arms and sides and necks and backs. Sometimes a back scratch would happen, as they would lie with their head in my lap, one at a time, to have their backs and shoulders scratched and rubbed.

Backs and shoulders… and bottoms, lightly, and the backs of their legs if I could reach them.

Touch… intimate, familiar touch, still not overly sexual touch, but I certainly realized that my nipples always hardened, and I would feel the moisture sliding inside my pussy.

And those were the years that they began to surprise me with their awareness and curiosity.

“When will I have hair on my vagina, Aunt Leslie?” Juli asked as she lay with her head on my tummy and her fingers casually combing the dark fur on my mound.

They had learned a little of body parts terminology from their mom, but that’s as far as she would go with any talk about bodies or sexuality in any way.

“Well, Juli, I started seeing mine when I was about 12, but it didn’t really get full until I was maybe 17 or 18, I guess.  But everybody is different about that. Have you had any sex ed lessons at school?”

Justin piped up, “Naahhhh the kids say that doesn’t happen until 7th grade, so it’s another year for her, and two for me.  But kids all talk about it, especially if they have older brothers.”

I loved how open to talk they both were, and they knew they would get honest answers from me.

“David Bower says his brother calls it a girl’s ‘pussy’,” he giggled, continuing. “But I think that’s dirty, isn’t it?”

It was an opportunity for me to advance with the attitude I was feeling inside, so I responded, “Well, you two… yes, there are proper terms for our bodies that I would use with your mom or any other adults, like your teacher or doctor or whoever, but I have to admit that when I was your age we all called them ‘pussies’ and ‘cocks’, just like some of your friends might. I don’t think that’s dirty, exactly… well, a little naughty, maybe, but you can use whichever words you want to around me.”

I held my breath at this, wondering if they would be shocked at their aunt’s words. It made my heart beat faster.

There was silence for a while, then Juli added, still lightly combing my pussy hair, “Some of the girls in my class are starting to get titties, too, Aunt Leslie. Do you think mine will be like yours and Mom’s or will they be smaller? I want them to be big enough.”

It sort of blew my mind that Juli was giving voice to her private thoughts, and apparently had decided it didn’t matter if her brother was in on the conversation, and that she used the word ‘titties’, which came from her friends, no doubt, rather than what her mother would have taught her.

And it was making me squirm a little to feel her fingers tugging at my pubes, though she wasn’t really touching my skin or going for anything else.

I let my hand slide from her back to cup her tight little bottom. “Oh, darling, don’t ever worry about how big they are. A girl’s tits are very special, and as you get older you will learn that there is much more to all that than how big they grow. In fact, smaller ones are much more comfortable when you get to be my age and older. You know that mine are soft and hang a little now, don’t you?”

Justin leaned in and without hesitation reached up and held my right breast in his palm. “Your nipples are really big, too, compared to Juli’s, and even Mom’s,” he declared.

Juli turned her head to face my torso, which put her face practically against my left breast. My hand rested easily on her hip, and slid up and down from her armpit to her ribs to hipbone to thigh.

“Well, nipples can get a little larger when they are stimulated, Justin,” I answered. “But have you been spying on your mom when she’s naked?”

“Well, sometimes sorta……” he murmured. “Are yours, um, stimulated now, Aunt Leslie?”

I looked down to see Juli moving her hand to her own little tit, fingers sliding across her nipples.

“Well, are they?” she asked me.

I sighed, resigned to letting this go wherever it would go. “Yes, I guess they are. It does feel very nice when they are touched, or when you two are so very close, like this.”

Justin let his hand move, fingers sliding across my right nipple, feeling its rigidity, back and forth.  And Juli boldly leaned forward a little more and captured my left nipple with her lips, sucking on it lightly. I let out a little moan and a big breath, and they both backed off.

“Did that hurt, Aunt Leslie?” Juli asked.

“Oh, no, sweetheart, it felt really good, actually, just like I think it feels when you touch your own, doesn’t it?”

“Ohhh my god yes it does!” she answered, and her hand moved again to her own sprouting tit, fingers sliding more quickly back and forth across the hardening little bud.

“I hope you two take time to explore yourselves, more and more,” I dared, “especially now that you seem to be recognizing how good it feels.”

And they did, so they said, as time went by and Juli turned 12, with Justin a year behind.

We weren’t together as often for a while, as their mother felt they were old enough to be alone for short periods of time, even a few hours if she went to a movie or out with friends in the evening. But sometimes I would still stay over, if she was gone for a weekend, or they would come to visit me, just… well, just because I’m their aunt and they wanted to.

Of course, whenever we had the opportunity, we would talk about the sexy things they were feeling, about what their friends at school said or did, and I would correct them about the myths that some parents spread in order to keep their kids from exploring their sexual selves. The warm naked intimate feeling of sitting next to each other on the couch felt more arousing than ever to me, and clearly it was to both of them as well.

It didn’t take long for them to strip their clothes when we were together, and they would patiently help me undress, which always excited me even more. Nipple play was one of the things we talked about a lot, and Juli reported that she loved to wake herself slowly in the morning by caressing her growing tits, now the size of sweet little apples, with those thin but now, ever so long pink nipples that seemed to be constantly rigid. She would usually caress them almost absentmindedly as we talked, strumming, or tugging lightly, sometimes twitching a little when she did so. It always made my heart race to sit like this, naked on the couch, talking about their growing awareness.

“They still feel that good when you play with them, sweetheart?” I asked, mimicking her actions on my own nipples, feeling them tighten and expand as she watched.

“Wow yes for sure!” she answered, and licked her lips.

I noticed that Justin had moved his hand to his lap and was touching his hard cock in a variety of rolling motions, pulling the foreskin back to expose the shiny head beneath.

“Mine feel good, too,” he said, “especially when you touch them, Aunt Leslie. But it feels even better when I touch my cock and pull the skin back like this.”

Julie craned her neck to see, and giggled a little.

“Shut up,” Justin retorted. “Just cuz YOU don’t have one.”

At age 11, Justin had started a growth spurt, and I noticed how much his youthful penis had begun to come along for the ride. No doubt he would eventually be a well-endowed young man, with plenty to offer to whomever might be interested.  My heart beat just a little faster to see him so willingly on display for his aunt and his sister, and clearly relating it to sexual feelings.

“Actually,” I softly shushed them both, “she does have something that is similar. Girls have what’s called a clitoris, and the tip of it feels to us a lot like the head of your cock feels when you touch it, Justin. You do touch it sometimes, don’t you?”

“Oh yeahhhhh…” he smiled. “For sure, and god it does feel good. Some of the boys talk about how much they jack off. I’ve done that, well…” he blushed “…a little bit I guess.”

Meanwhile, Julie had spread her legs wide and was feeling herself, looking for that little button I mentioned.

“Here,” I said, scooting forward, spreading my legs wider and moving her a bit aside so she could see. I used one hand to spread the top of my pussy lips and the other to press down on the back end of my hood so that my clit popped out, fleshy pink, large and wet from the folds.

“This is where a girl’s clit lives, you two, and you should both honor it and treat it with special care if you ever touch a girl that way.” Holding myself open with one hand, I licked the fingers on my other hand and used the tip of my index finger to slide back and forth across the tip of my clit.

“This is the way girls ‘jack off’, Justin. Sometimes we call it ‘jilling’, and just like when you touch the head of your cock, it feels really really good to do. Using a little spit helps make it feel even better.”

They watched while I flicked my clit back and forth, using two fingers over the tip, and then pressed down harder, rolling it, moving my hips in a fucking motion against my hand, losing myself in the mounting feelings that had been fueled by the highly charged conversation, and the fact that my now almost teenage niece and nephew were watching me masturbate, watching their auntie display her oozing moist pussy, learning about self-induced pleasure, and apparently totally comfortable with it.

Minutes went by, and more, as they snuggled up close, watching, leaning against my arms. I spread my legs wider, tipping my hips upward, letting the feelings overwhelm me, not caring what happened. Then I used the other hand to cup my pussy, and slid two fingers deep inside, curling them, stroking my inner walls, plunging into myself with wet slurpy noises until I felt the spasms start inside, rolling through my hot, soaked tunnel and exploding in my head and in my loins.

“Ohhhh goddd yessss…. fuckkkkkk yessss,” I managed to squeal as my orgasm overtook me, heart pounding and breath ragged. The kids held my arms and hugged me tighter, not frightened, but clearly realizing that something powerful was happening.

“Wow, Aunt Leslie, I mean…” Juli half whispered. “Does it really feel THAT good? When I rub myself it feels good, but you were like, something I dunno…”

“And you said ‘fuck’,” Justin giggled. “If mom heard us say that she would have a cow.”

I smiled, realizing I had just taken a pretty big step from the edgy but more ‘informational’ talking we had done into clearly ‘on display’ sexual territory, and I’d felt a huge rush about doing it with them watching me. And they had not backed off, but seemed into it, curious, already exploring themselves, feeling the beginnings of their teen hormones and very attracted by all of it.

“Did I really say that?” I countered. “I suppose I shouldn’t be using such naughty language around you two, even if that’s what I’m feeling.”

“But you told us to use the words we want to use, even if it makes us feel naughty,” Juli answered, reaching again to comb the hair just above my slit. It was matted down by the wetness of my weeping pussy cum pushed against my mound by my palm when my orgasm hit.

“Oh, yes, sweetheart, you are sooo right. We can all say whatever things here with each other that we want, as long as it’s respectful of each other, and makes us feel good with each other.”

I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her in and let my palm slide across her left breast, cupping it, feeling its firm small apple shape and warmth, with the hard spike of her nipple to roll, just with my palm.

“Do you like the feel of my little tits?” she whispered. “I like how it feels when you hold them like that.”

“Of course I do, baby girl. I love how they feel, and how your nipples get to be hard spikes, just like mine do when we’re turning on our bodies. Do you like how mine feel?”

I used my right hand to reach across and cup my left tit and offer it to her. She nuzzled it with her cheek, then turned her face to it, and licked, then suckled, then licked.

“Be careful there young lady,” I teased, “or you’ll have me ready to fuck myself all over again.”

Juli lifted her hand to hold and caress my tit as she suckled again, and I let my fingers slide back and forth across her extended nipple, feeling it ever so gently, capturing its base between my thumb and first two fingers, sliding them along it to the tip.

“Your nipples are as long as mine, sweetheart,” I observed. “Not as thick, but I think they must be longer than most girls your age, yes?”

“Mmmmm-hmmmm,” she  gurgled an answer, then released me. “I’ve noticed that mine are long… thinner than a lot of girls have, but longer.”

Indeed they stood out like tan pink spikes, well over half an inch from the darker pinkish-brown areolae that encircled them. We sat silently for a few moments until I noticed a movement on my other side, and we looked over to find Justin caressing his verrry erect cock.

“It’s pretty hot to watch her do that, Aunt Leslie… really… it makes my stomach feel all goosey to see it.”

I reached my hand over, palm down. “Pull back the skin, Justin, and rub the tip back and forth across my palm.”

He did just that, and immediately his breathing quickened. “That’s the way I do it on my top sheet in the mornings sometimes,” he admitted, so quietly it was nearly a whisper. I licked the palm of my hand and put it back for him to continue.

“There… doesn’t it feel better when there’s something slippery for it to slide against?”

He nodded, holding his impressively long rigid member in his hand, and moved it slowly back and forth, the very tip rubbing against my palm. He turned his head toward me and I adjusted so that my right nipple was available.

“Just imitate what Juli is doing, honey,” I sighed, and felt his mouth capture my nipple, pulling, sucking, tongue washing over it as if he had done this a thousand times. My stomach churned as I felt the warmth of my two darlings, now feeling their own urges, and now understanding how natural and beautiful it is to let them flow, sharing openly the feelings they generate.

It didn’t take long for Justin’s hips to buck, and his voice to cry out, “Oh my godddd Aunt Leslie, it’s gonna happennnnnn.”

I felt the first hot spurt, on my palm, and moved my hand so I could see. Juli leaned out a bit so she could see better as well, and three or four more spurts of boy cream shot into the air.

“Goooood,” I crooned softly. “Soooo good, Justin, and I wrapped my arm around him to pull him closer as his spasms finished.

His cum had landed on his wrist and on his belly, and he seemed to not know what to do with it, so I reached over with my off hand and wiped it upwards, onto his chest, with my fingers. There wasn’t a lot, but more than I had expected. He flinched just a bit at first, but when I then wiped it onto my own chest, just between my tits, he relaxed.

Juli was wide-eyed. “It’s a mess,” she croaked.

“Oh, but it is such a good mess, Juli. It’s just a natural part of our body fluids, like the juices that our pussies produce. Some girls produce lots more than I do, but there was a bunch from me just a little bit ago, wasn’t there!”

I reached to Justin again and coated my fingers once more with the remains of his orgasm. I brought it to my nose, sniffed, and offered my fingers to Juli.

“See, not much there to smell.” Then I licked my fingers clean. “And it doesn’t really taste like all that much, either, just a little salty, and if it is from someone special, like Justin is special, then it’s really a treat for a girl.”

“That is like waaay beyond cool,” Justin cooed, and I asked Juli if she would like to try a drop.

“Wellllll, okay, I guess,” she said, and gamely licked a taste of her brother’s sperm from my fingertips. She didn’t react to the taste at all, and so I gave her another dollop, effectively finishing what was on Justin’s belly.

“It’s really not so bad,” she concluded. “Actually, it’s not as bad as some of the stuff we have to eat that’s like ‘good for us’… think brussels sprouts?” she giggled. And she suckled a little harder on my fingers, cleaning and tasting and using her mouth and tongue like a kitten on its paw.

“You two will get lots of chances to taste our girl juice, too,” I continued. “I think you will like that, too, Juli, when the time comes. I think you will be a natural.”

“I don’t feel like a natural right now,” Juli pouted. “You two both got to finish, and now I feel like it’s my turn!”

“You are soooo right, sexy one,” I responded. “Here, turn yourself so your head is on the pillow at the end of the couch, and put your right foot up on the back, like that.”

I moved her left foot up onto my knee and slid down a little more, spreading her long coltish legs wider. She had sprouted a very sparse growth of blonde hair on the mound above her smooth bald pussy lips, and I reached over to tug it and comb it, letting the feeling of my fingertips on her sensitive mons start her motor.

Her hands went to her smallish tits, and her eyes locked onto mine as she began to play. Justin leaned into me from the right, resting his head on my tit and his hand on my thigh, watching, breathing softly against me. I ran my fingers down Juli’s young vulva, and back up again.

“Show Justin your clitty, now, darling,” I instructed, and she reached both hands to part her lips, spreading them like I had done until her little pink bud came into view. She was a very wet girl, showing all the signs of a body mature enough to respond to the sexual play she had seen and felt.

I grabbed a small pillow from the floor and she lifted her hips as I slid it under her. “There, now we can see just what we need to see. Juli… is it okay… that we see?”

“I want you to see,” she whispered, “just like you showed us. I mean, it’s only fair, and besides,” she blushed a little, “it excites me when you see.”

If I didn’t know already, I knew then that my little minx of a niece was turning into a full-fledged sexual being. I reached out with my left hand palm up and slid my thumb neatly into her slick pussy.  My fingers ran naturally in between her bottom cheeks, and she wiggled herself onto them. Her face flushed even more, and she used one hand to keep herself spread, and licked the other set of fingers, coating them with saliva for her clit. What a fox! She knew exactly how to do it, fingertips rolling and then flicking and then rolling her young bud while I used my thumb to keep her feeling at least a little bit filled.

“Ohhhh god Aunt Leslie, I love that… fuck my little pussy for me.”

She was becoming our total leader in naughty language. It seemed to spur her on to hear her own voice uttering words she knew her mother thought to be dirty, but which only served to entice me more, and also served to make my adult heart beat rapidly and my woman pussy warm again.

“Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh,” she cried, barely audible, but matching the thrusting motion of her slim girl hips.

“Good, Juli… sooo good, baby. I love how your pussy is so tight on my thumb. Fuck my thumb, sweetheart, pull it right inside you,” I mouthed.

My fingers ran up and down over her puckered bottom hole as she moved, and she was totally lost in her own pleasure.

“This is how a girl fucks, Justin,” I offered.

“I know,” he said in return, “at least I know now. I just wish it was me, I think.”

His hand was boldly cupping my pussy as we watched, stroking it, feeling it, learning me as Juli bucked herself harder, her young girl juices beginning to flow out around my thumb.

And then she mewed a deep throaty sound like a siren beginning, just the start of it, and then starting again, and over and over again as her orgasm flowed through her body. I could feel her pussy hot inside, tightening as its spasms pulled at my thumb. I let the tip of one finger slip more firmly around her anal opening, lubricated by the running down of her own wetness. I felt it tighten and spasm along with her pussy as I caressed it, while she held her own legs wide apart and thrust her young bare pelvis forward with instinctive motions against my hand.

“See, Justin?… See how beautiful she is when she cums? Just like you were, lost in the world of her high. You must always sense where a girl is in her cum, and do it harder, or softer, whatever she seems to need, or asks for, if she is able to. But you must be aware of her sensitive spots, feel for them, listen and feel for her reactions to your touches, and always do what feels the very best for her.”

I tilted my head to one side and smiled as Juli began to come down. “Got it?”

He nodded and eased up a little with his fingers on my slick labia, lifting them to his nose, then daring to taste a bit from his fingers as Juli’s hard breathing began to subside. Her slim body jerked slightly when I removed my thumb and ran it a little across her clit, and she put her hand on it, signaling that she just wanted to be still.

“The time may come, darling niece, when you will want to continue right through the super sensitivity, and go for a second round. I can remember doing that… doing multiple orgasms, but sometimes it is overwhelming to go right from one to the other. Sometimes we need a little recovery first… but sometimes the recovery diminishes the feeling, and it’s time to stop. It’s all okay, Juli, whichever way. It’s all soooo good, and so good to share.”

She smiled and nodded, our eyes locked in wonder with each other, and she blew me a kiss with her other hand.

“You were great, sis!” Justin’s enthusiastic offering broke the silence of our closeness. “You were like totally awesome!! It must have felt just like it did for me.”

I pulled my hand from Juli’s sopping pussy and licked a little, then moved it to Juli’s face.

“Taste yourself, sweetheart. You’ll find that we girls all taste just a little different, but we taste sexy and delicious, just like you do, but all in different ways.”

She didn’t hesitate, and I give her lots of credit for her open mind about inhaling her own slippery wetness, lapping it, and then sucking it from my fingers, from my palm.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Learn to enjoy all of that. The time will come when you’ll have an opportunity to get it right from the source, and the more open to that you are, and the more you can honestly enjoy it, the more your girlfriends will feel like you deserve the same intimate treatment from them.”

Continue on to Chapter 3