Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Sunnybunny

The pep talk had helped gird Heather’s loins well enough to chance a reappearance into the dining area. After all, her secret was still safe, even if it was just for the moment, so why should she have any fear of taking one stupid order for a cup of coffee to go for the man? She couldn’t deny a naughty thrill shivering up her spine.

In another life, she had attended a masquerade party. The invitations were very specific in their instructions: Wear your finest evening wear, do not reveal your real name, keep your mask on at all times. She recalled drifting through the crowds of elegantly dressed couples, wearing a long gown with her hair piled high into an elaborate crown. The mask she selected was emerald green with crimson sequins framing her dark eyes. Heather had invented a whole new persona that evening, wandering through threads of guests as a mysterious seductress, catching the eye of men and women alike who practically begged her for information about her real identity. It proved an intoxicating experience and she had always yearned for a second chance. Now…

Heather put on her best 100 watt smile and pushed through the swinging doors only to freeze in place yet again. Sheriff Rick Glazer was still seated in a corner booth, arms draped over the back like he owned the place and had every intention of getting cozy. His hat was off and plopped down on the table in front of him, showing off his full head of salt and pepper hair slightly matted against his head. He was smiling proudly across from him, revealing coffee-stained teeth.

Angie was seated across from him and leaning forward with both elbows resting against the tabletop. Today she was wearing a pair of faded cut-offs, home-made with white strands of cloth tickling her knees. The thighs were covered in colorful sharpie doodles of hearts and stars. Her shirt was purple with a cluster of My Little Ponies galloping across the front. Her long hair was done up at the back of her head, held in place with a hair clip.

The sight of the two casually sharing a private conversation just feet away nearly made the woman empty her bowels. Her stomach certainly seemed pretty keen on the idea anyway. The two looked up at the same moment.

“Howdy,” Rick called, waving her over. It was a friendly enough gesture but with the one motion, Heather had to seriously fight the urge to run out the back of the restaurant. “I apologize about earlier, really I do! Just couldn’t help but having some fun. As you can imagine, there aren’t exactly a lot of hardened criminals for me to apprehend around here!” He laughed at his own joke. “I hope you won’t hold it against me?”

“Of course not,” Heather replied weakly and shuffled over. “Can I get you a refill on your coffee?”

Angie was trying to meet her gaze, but Heather was quick to avoid making eye contact.

Rick swirled the coffee still in the bottom of his mug around, giving the idea a studying silence. “Suppose so. Do you know the saddest sight in the whole wide world?”

“Afraid I don’t,” she confessed, looking down to avoid Angie’s eyes.

“The bottom of your coffee cup!” He howled at that one and passed the cup along into Heather’s hand.

“I’ll be right back.”

Heather poured a fresh cup and returned it quickly. It was a fight just to keep them from noticing how badly she was trembling.

“Angie, this here is Heather Freemantle,” he introduced her with a tip of the mug.

“Oh,” Angie replied, beaming. “We’ve met already. Huh, Heather?” There was no malice in her voice, no darker implication that the two were sharing some sort of secret. Just a bright reply that wouldn’t have been out of place coming from any other child her age. She would have appeared happy to have done something ahead of a grown-up and that’s exactly how Rick Glazer took it.

“Well, then, it should have been YOU introducing ME!” He laughed again and tipped the cup into his mouth and gulped loudly.

Angie went on, “She bought me ice cream from the general store. Right, Heather?”

Heather was yet to acknowledge either of her statements. It was all she could do to keep from shattering to pieces in front of them. The tension was growing unbearable. Why me? She wondered. What did I do to deserve all of this torture?

“Well, isn’t that just the nicest thing!” Rick cried. There was nothing quiet about the guy. His statement was genuine enough, however. and Heather really did wonder if the most serious crime you could commit in Oasis was your cattle getting out and blocking an intersection. “I sure hope you’re sticking around for a spell now?”

“I really don’t know,” Heather replied honestly. “Just sort of… seeing how things work out.”

“Take things one day at a time,” Rick advised. “Most common story around here when it comes to how they came to putting down stakes begins with ‘I was just passing thru’! Take me and my kin for example –”

But Mama Maven was there to cut him off. “If she did, then she wouldn’t get any more work done. With the way you carry on, she’ll be here for a dog’s age.” She winked up at Heather, who mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ in reply.

Rick checked his wristwatch and nodded, rising from the booth with his mug and hat in hand. “When you’re right, you’re right, Mama. Top me off before I go?”

Maven fetched the pot and a to-go Styrofoam cup, filled it to the brim, and sealed it up with a plastic lid. “Now git!”

Rick tipped his hat. “Yes ma’am! Don’t think you’re off the hook tho, missy!” He warned. “You’re going to hear every one of my stories eventually.”

“Are you going to let him talk to her like that?” Angie asked Maven and the room erupted in laughter (save for Heather, of course).

They watched through the square-shaped windows lining the front of the store as he left, Heather only daring to breathe again once his squad car was out of sight.

“You still look ill.” It took Heather a minute to realize Maven was speaking to her. “Yes, you! Why not take off today? No, don’t you dare argue with your elder AND your employer. I can’t have you fainting in the middle of my floor. We aren’t insured for that!” It got Heather to crack a tiny smile and agree.

Heather stuffed her apron, notepad, and pencil beneath the register and started for the door to find Angie blocking her way. Heather stared at her cautiously, as if she were a poisonous snake instead of a little girl. They looked each other up and down, from the feet to the tops of their heads. Heather noted that Angie’s shoes were different colors, pink and red.

“Are you ignoring me?” she asked. Her nose scrunched up a little when Angie asked this, making something in Heather’s chest seize up tight.

“No, of course not,” Heather lied.

“You are,” Angie accused. “You’re a bad liar.”

“I am not lying,” said Heather, lying badly.

A clatter of pans banging into the deep kitchen sinks startled them both.

That’s it…

Heather lashed out and snatched Angie by the wrist and lead her outside. The heat was stifling, even at such an early hour, but she barely felt it. Heather was jumping at shadows now! It was time to resolve this, she told herself.

“I’m tired of this,” she hissed once they were outside and she was sure nobody was around to hear them. The parking lot was deserted now. Indeed, the entire town had fallen into its regular doze of inaction.

Angie met her eyes angrily. “So am I!”

She stooped down to the child’s level, meeting her eyes at long, long, long last. “Look, I am sorry. I am sorry for everything that has happened to you. I’m sorry for what I did to you, if I could take it all back I would but…” She stopped, wondering where this was all headed. “But I want you to promise me that what happened will stay between us.”

Angie was looking at Heather strangely. Surprise, yes, that was certainly present but there was also a healthy dose of…sadness in her young eyes. “I already told you what I want…” She did not sound her usual self now. There was real doubt there now and Heather thought she was finally getting through to the girl.

“That can’t happen, Angie,” Heather said patiently.

“Why can’t it?” she protested. “Just once, just for this once, I want to get what I want.”

“It just can’t. Okay? Can you please try and understand that?”

Angie shook her head stubbornly. “I know that you want it too! You want me just like everyone else does, but the one time I want to GIVE myself to someone –”

“Okay, I DO want you!” Heather shouted, unable to contain her temper any longer. “Is that what you want to hear? Will that be enough?” She lowered her voice, hating how easily she forgot herself, hating how much this child was affecting her. “I’m a horrid person and I would deserve to be carted off for what I did. Are you satisfied now?”

Angie was getting agitated too, throwing her hands up in the air and stamping her foot. “Why would you think I would want that?”

“It’s what I deserve!” Heather confessed. “I hate so much what I did to you, Angie. You’re such a sweet girl and –”

“Stop that,” Angie said sternly and all at once it felt like their roles were reversed. “Stop saying you’re sorry. Shoot, I’m not! I’m glad it happened.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Heather took a short walk away, both hands over her mouth while she fought the urge to scream again.

Angie was hot on her heels though, refusing to give up. “I want it to happen again!”

“You don’t mean that,” Heather turned away but Angie jumped in front of her with both arms stretched out wide to block her path. “Angie, you’re too young to –”

“To what?” she challenged. “To know how to suck dick? Well, I know how to do that already. To know how to get myself off? I know how to do that, too. What about having something put up my ass? Do you get me now?”

Heather stared down at her, dumbfounded and utterly speechless, each confession coming out as a hard blow to her middle. It was horrible, the things she was revealing to Heather. The kind of abused life she had been subjected to. Worse, it was getting her hot. Perhaps it was the taboo of such acts or maybe it was hearing someone so young talk so dirty, but whatever it was, her crotch was burning with need by the time Angie was done.  Something must have shown on Heather’s face because Angie smiled slowly.

“You like that, huh?” she taunted. “Want me to tell you more?”

Heather shook her head, no, fearing her own voice. She could not stop from marveling at how tightly Angie’s cut offs clung to her lower body and outlined her legs and hips deliciously. She wondered what her butt would look like…

“I could tell you what I do to myself late at night,” she cooed naughtily. “When all the lights in the house are out and it’s just me beneath my sheets. Would you like that?”

Heather tried to swallow but couldn’t. The only thing that seemed to work was her head as it nodded, yes, making Angie grin. What she said next surprised them both. “Will you give me a lift home?”

Heather gaped in confusion. “I… what? You would want to get in my car again, after what happened?”

Angie laughed at that. It was a merry sound that tickled Heather all over. “I would appreciate it. I didn’t ride my bike today, and I don’t really want to hang around my dad’s garage all day…”

Heather knew where all of this would lead, could see it as clearly as the miles of highway she had traveled so far to get here. If they got in that car together, there would be no turning back. A veritable point of no return for both of them.

“Okay,” Heather nodded.

Heather had left her car keys inside of her motel room and went inside to retrieve them. She left Angie standing out beside the car however, under strict instruction. Heather doubted herself enough despite agreeing to the lift home but the idea of the two of them alone together in a private space, behind a door with a lock on it AND a wide bed present was too much to risk. She was still light-headed from her scare earlier. That combined with the hints Angie had given about what her home life had been like…

Heather took her time collecting the keys, pausing in the bathroom to run some cold water into the sink basin and splash a few handfuls into her flushed face. It felt good, making her shiver a little as her nerves unwound from the adrenaline high. She sighed and took stock of her reflection. The woman staring back at her looked terrified to the point of exhaustion. The fitful sleep she managed to snatch left heavy bags under her eyes. Mama Maven had been right about her complexion earlier, as she looked white as a sheet. Even in the forgiving dim light of the tiny bathroom, she looked ill. The day had certainly taken its toll and it wasn’t even half over.

Was she really going through with this? The key ring bulging out of her jean pocket certainly seemed to suggest so. It pressed urgently into her thigh, almost willing her to hurry. Heather briefly considered a chemical solution to her anxiety and swung the door of the medicine cabinet open. Inside was a bottle of prescribed Valium and her fingers teased at the orange body before deciding against it. If she was going to be on the road, even a deserted one, Heather would need her wits about her. Besides that, if anything were to happen she did not want to give herself an excuse to blame the weakness on drugs. The door to the cabinet shut with a decidedly sharp click.

Instead of the tablets, she swallowed a few handfuls of faucet water and toweled off. Patting the pocket with the keys inside, she switched off all the lights and headed for the door just as Angie was coming inside.

“I told you to wait outside,” she said and made a shooing motion with both hands.

“Well, I got bored,” Angie protested, ignoring the gesture. “And it’s really hot out there. What are you doing in here, anyway?”

“Nothing,” Heather parried quickly.

“It took that long to do nothing?”

“Do you want a ride home or not?”

Angie looked like she wanted to say more but thought better of it in another display of wisdom beyond her young years. Heather followed her out into the parking lot, making a point to avert her gaze to the top of the girl’s head to keep herself from checking out her butt.

How pathetic can you get? She asked herself, unlocking Angie’s door first before making her way to the driver’s side and climbing in. Having to go out of your way to keep yourself from perving on her out in the open like that?

The air inside was stifling, Angie already fanning herself with both hands. As soon as the engine ignited, both windows came down and the top peeled away from a clear blue sky.

“Have I mentioned how much I love your car?” Angie asked. “Because I LOVE your car!”

“Fasten your seat belt,” Heather ordered before a smile could creep onto her face.

“Yes, ma’am,” Angie intoned, deepening her voice like a military recruit. “Is that what you like? To be in charge? To boss people around?”

The shift in conversation was so severe that it took Heather a moment to catch up. “I — what?”

Angie stretched the seat belt over her waist and snapped it into position. “I read about it before and there are movies too! It’s like… you get to be in charge and get to like tie the other person up.”

Heather balked. Was she ever going to get used to hearing these things come flooding out of her mouth?

“There’s a word for it, but I can’t remember what it is,” Angie confessed, looking over at Heather for help. “But you know what I mean?”

Heather blinked. “Oh, yes. I mean, I know what you mean — what you’re talking about but — no. it’s not really… me.” Was she seriously having this conversation right now? Confessing her turn-ons to someone so young? She decided to ignore the next few questions and focus on getting them out of the parking lot alive and not crash into the huge sign on the way out.

“Well, what DO you like, Heather?”

“You like it when I talk about dirty stuff, huh?”

“Hey, are you ignoring me again?”

Heather answered all these questions with one of her own. “Where do you live?” She could hear Angie breath a frustrated sigh before pointing.

“Head to the east end of town. It’s another paved road headin’ out of town. Our trailer is parked along the highway there, the only thing out that way for miles. We don’t have no neighbors.”

Heather nodded her head and cut the wheel into a quick turn. Once the Mustang straightened out again, she leveled her foot against the accelerator and sent the car roaring up the road, making Angie laugh with delight. She threw her slender arms up into the air and whooped loudly as if she were barreling down the first drop on a roller coaster. It was another long fight to keep from reveling in her antics.

“Is it just you and your father?” Heather tried to steer the conversation back to something resembling normal.

“Yeah, since Mom left. He’s had maybe a couple of people over and I always know when they have sex because his room is right next to mine but mostly the only visitor he gets is Sheriff Rick.”

So much for trying to keep the conversation casual…

Angie continued, “They spend all day drinking down at the station and then go back to our house to do it all over again.”

Heather couldn’t stop herself from saying, “After a hard day of drinking, they unwind with an easy night of drinking.”

Angie grinned brightly, relieved that Heather was showing some signs of loosening up. “And then go off to sleep because tomorrow morning, they have to get up early and start drinking!”

Heather wondered if joking around with her was a step in the wrong direction. “That must get pretty annoying.”

Angie shrugged and averted her gaze out the window again, resting her chin on the cup of her hand. “Yeah. Sheriff Rick taught me how to play darts, though. And I’m pretty good at ping pong now.”

Heather glanced over in alarm. “They don’t let you drink with them, do they?”

That got her laughing again. She shook her head. “God, no! You met the Sheriff! Do you really think he would let me within three feet of their beer?”

She had a point there, Rick did seem like the type to walk the straight and narrow. Heather wondered how far he got in the Boy Scouts. Her money was on ‘Eagle’. Probably even a short stint in the military when he was younger. National Guard, maybe. He seemed like the Weekend Warrior-type.

Walter the 50-Year-Old Virgin, wily old Mama Maven, Dudley Do-Right Sheriff Rick, and angelic little Angie Lawrence. Heather found herself rounding out quite the cast of quirky sitcom characters, just primed for a series. She was quick to remind herself that the character seriously leering at preteen girls isn’t a trope and would better fit as the villainess of some Lifetime original movie.

“You have a point,” replied Heather.

After a moment of relative silence, Angie perked up. “What do you want to see?”

Heather was so lost in thought it took her another moment to be torn from her brooding. Once back to reality, it took her another beat to recognize what was being asked.

“Do you want me to take my shirt off for you?” Angie tucked her elbow into the bottom of her t-shirt, preparing to pull it off over her head.

Heather gasped. The car slid sideways into the other lane, she was so distracted. If the road had not been deserted, if they had been driving anywhere else in the entire world… “Angie, stop!” Her voice came out in a high shriek of panic.

Angie frowned, dropping her hands to her lap. “Isn’t this why you’re driving me home?”

It was a question Heather had been wrestling with since they left. Her intentions were a mess of conflicting desires. What was right? What was wrong? What was easy? Heather once thought she knew the answer to all of these questions, but in just a couple of days, one little girl had managed to throw all those delicate cards up and scatter them into the air.

“I don’t… know. Angie, there is something you have to understand. What I did? I have never done that before. Ever. To anyone. So all of this is just coming at me so fast, and I’m still just trying to… to DEAL with it all.”

Angie stared back at her, blankly before asking, “Does that mean you’ve never had sex before?”

“I — what? Of course, I’ve had sex before!” Why did she sound so offended by the question? “That isn’t what I meant, Angie.”

“Then what do you mean?” Her question was genuine. It contained no exasperation or frustration, just mere curiosity and a childlike desire to know more. That said, her questions were starting to work on Heather’s nerves.

“It means…!” She paused, stuck and completely unsure of what any of it meant. She covered her brow with one hand, keeping the other one steady on the wheel while she tried to sort her thoughts out.

Reclining in her seat, Angie gave her a studying silence while they drove and lifted her legs. As if it were their first trip together all over again, she crossed her legs and planted her heels on the dash. In the distance, a green and silver rectangle loomed, hazy in the heat drifting up from the blacktop. Heather had anticipated a silver camper type of dwelling, the kind that can be hooked up to a pickup and hauled around from place to place, but this structure was a more permanent fixture. It was much longer, the tires off, and covered by aluminum siding to mask its mobile-origins. The front lawn was littered with relics of her father’s job. A beat-up four-door was lifted off the desert floor by a cluster of cinder blocks. The hood of the car was yawning open like a toothless mouth, the insides gutted completely.

Heather saw the vague outline of a driveway and nosed the mustang down it, pulling up close to Angie’s front door. Her father at work meant the place was deserted. All the curtains were drawn closed in the windows. The paint on the short rise of steps leading up to the front door was faded and peeling away. A path had been cleared away with the wide shovel in the early morning, no doubt by Angie’s father before driving them both into town. Already his work was being masked in fresh drifts of sand.

Overall the property felt cold, abandoned. Lonely. That word kept returning to Heather as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. “If you didn’t tell me, I would never guess anyone lived here.”

Angie looked around the place as if seeing it for the first time herself. “I guess it really ain’t much. But it’s home…”

Heather looked toward Angie at the uncharacteristically melancholy statement but found Angie looking right back at her. “Do you want me to sit real still again, so you can touch me? Just like the last time?”

The scenario was nearly identical. Only their clothes and time of day were altered.

Heather cut the engine, listening to the steady tick as it cooled. There was nobody home, nobody for miles. The chances of someone even driving casually by and spotting them was almost nonexistent. So why did she feel so exposed all of a sudden? She realized all at once that it had nothing to do with the idea of getting caught or seen by one of the townsfolk. It was the feeling that something so forbidden, something that she so desired could be collected this easily. Angie was watching from within arm’s reach, her willingness to strip down to nothing for Heather already quite clear.

“I don’t mind,” Angie went on when Heather did not answer her. “I liked it. Really, I did. I wish I could touch you too, Heather, but if you don’t want that, I won’t and just let you do it, like last time.”

She kept intoning that, ‘like last time’, dredging up that strange evening all over again. Heather had not forgotten what Angie’s body had felt like. Her hands itched to familiarize themselves with her again…

“We can just do slow stuff at first? Like, you could touch me some and maybe later we can try kissing or I could tell you some stories about what I’ve done or maybe let you look at me without –”

She was talking so fast that Heather held up a hand to stop her. it was all too much, coming in too fast again, flooding her imagination with the possibilities. She could see them, as if recalling a dream. Getting together like this every so often so Heather could shamelessly grope her body until she was comfortable enough to try more. Gods, with just a word Angie would gladly strip for her.

In a rush, Heather leaned across the seats and placed a hand against Angie’s cheek. She coaxed her forward, meeting her in the middle in a desperate kiss. Angie’s lips were soft, much softer than she imagined them to be. In all her wildest fantasies, whenever she tried to picture what it would be like to kiss the girl, nothing compared to the real thing.

It took some adjusting however. Angie’s mouth was much smaller than her own. This, mingled with Heather’s burst of passion, meant neither had time to consider their inherent differences. Angie’s inexperience in kissing showed right away, adding to how awkward their first shared embrace had been destined to be. Only when Angie tried to unceremoniously slip her tongue into Heather’s mouth did they break away from each other in a mad fit of laughter. They laughed until tears were rolling down their cheeks and then they laughed some more.

“Warn a girl next time!” Angie howled, clutching her sides.

“Me?” Heather shot back through her laughter. “You slipped me the tongue on a first date!”

That made them laugh all the harder.

Angie’s feet slipped off the dash and planted down hard on the floor. She leaned over her knees and waited for the last of her chuckles to go away. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I can’t stop laughing!”

Heather rubbed her cheeks, aching from smiling so long. “Me either. Angie, you’re too much!”

Angie turned her head, resting her cheek against the tops of her knees, considering Heather, “Not too much for you though. I really liked kissing you…”

Heather inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaled easily, and the knot in her chest seemed to loosen. “I liked it too…”

They let their statements of mutual desire hang in the air. The gap was still between them, but now the distance did not seem so great. All they would need to do was reach across to one another…. Angie was already leaning far out with her hand extended. It was just up to Heather now.

Wordlessly, Angie straightened up in her seat, unfastened her seat belt and closed the distance between them. Heather anticipated her leaning across and sharing another kiss, could even see it. This one would be gentler, less hurried, taking their time to explore one another’s mouths — but she was climbing over the seat divider and crawled straight into Heather’s lap. She straddled Heather, sitting on the older woman’s thighs and locked her hands behind her neck.

Heather cradled her close, embracing Angie without any of her earlier hesitation. She was so light in Heather’s lap… and warm. Her hands traced up those slender sides and into her shirt. Angie made no protest and ran her fingers through Heather’s thick hair, drawing it back and away from her face. They stared from inches apart, so close their noses were nearly touching. Time slowed around them. Angie let her eyes drift closed and tilted her head ever so slightly. Heather mirrored her.

Guided by their shared desire, they closed those remaining inches and their lips met again. A thrill of excitement shivered up Heather’s spine, making her straighten up in the seat. Angie’s rear pressed hard against the wheel. From this position, they were almost the same height. Her hands glided higher over Angie’s bare flesh, taking in the gentle rise of her butt and the slope into the middle of her back.

Heather hummed into the kiss, unable to stop herself. Angie’s lips, so impossibly soft. Kissing them was an intoxicating experience. The girl tasted of fresh strawberries, plucked from the most forbidden of gardens. There was a carefree energy of youth beneath those sweet lips, something Heather had never experienced before.

Heather’s hands plunged into the back of Angie’s shorts, into her underwear to cup her bare buttocks. Angie gasped against Heather’s mouth, shivering all over as if she had been tickled rather than caressed. Her eyes never opened though. If anything they squeezed shut even tighter until little lines appeared at their corners. She was trying to memorize the moment, Heather realized. To savor every little detail of the experience in case it never happened again.

Heather raised her head, chasing that sweet mouth and hungry for another kiss.

Heather’s hands were eager to explore further and she willed them to slow to little avail. They seemed to possess a will all their own, the palms housing little mouths that hungered for more bare flesh. Angie’s buttocks were heavenly, warm and firm from years of long walks and biking about town. In fact, her entire body was toned better than most athletes twice her age. Heather gave it another squeeze that sent the girl jumping in her lap, shivering and settling back down as though she had depressed a most intimate of buttons. Heather dreamily wondered if Angie’s ass was her weak spot, and her hands were just as excited to find out.

The entire experience was ethereal, possessing a surreal dream-like quality, as if Heather were watching them from a distance through a hazy filter. If this be a dream, she thought, please never let me awaken.

Heather broke the kiss and attacked the crook of the girl’s neck, nibbling and licking at the large vein there before settling over her bony collarbone. Angie was mewling quietly in her arms, rolling her head back and allowing Heather easier access to the tender flesh. She smoothed Angie’s t-shirt up the flat surface of her belly, revealing a glow of more bare skin. She was warm all over, almost hot and tanned a golden brown, the color of freshly baked bread.

Angie raised her arms and pulled the shirt over her head without being asked. It fell into the floorboard, forgotten at once. Heather leaned back in her seat to marvel at the girl’s bare body, awed by its perfection. Etched in her sun-soaked flesh were the faint outlines of a bathing suit top, but there was little for it to have covered. Her breasts were non-existent and her chest remained perfectly flat, featureless save for the dark points of her nipples. There was a faint cleft in the middle of her chest where a tiny seed lay that longed for a day to bud the fruit of real breasts, but for now it was a being sowed in an even field.

Her shoulders were dusted with the same speckle of freckles her nose and cheeks bore.

Heather started from the tops of Angie’s cutoffs and fanned her hands out over the girl’s tummy. Angie’s flushed cheeks tugged up into a wicked smile, and she leaned away and balanced against the tops of Heather’s knees. Heather caressed her palms up Angie’s middle, relishing every inch of the girl’s tender body. She lavished her nipples with affection, rolling the stiff points between each of her fingers and, as if each of her digits contained an electrical spark, Angie squirmed and jolted, cooing softly.

Heather was trembling all over, her arousal reaching a fever pitch until her nerves were a jumbled mess of electricity. She was a battery, feeding off of Angie’s body until a tremendous energy was built up between them, threatening to erupt in a glorious explosion of shared lust. She could feel her thin panties clinging to her like a second skin, completely soaked through. Her own nipples had sharpened into fine points, so sensitive now that the need to be touched radiated out through her chest, tightening around her heart until she felt like it would suffocate her.

She drew the child forward and shakily took one of those nipples between her lips. Angie gasped and bowed forward, cradling the older woman’s head as she suckled like a nursing babe. They felt smaller on her tongue, not what she anticipated at all. She teased the sensitive ends with just the faintest pressure of teeth, backed off and licked their heated tips like an apology. Angie was melting in her arms, becoming so jittery that Heather had to wrestle her with both arms to keep her still.

“Oh, Heather… Heather, Heather! OH, GOD, yes!”

Angie’s pleading was driving her mad, spurring her to switch to her neglected nipple and start the process all over again, finding this one ready and harder than the last.

“Heather… Heather… HEATHER wait! STOP!”

The sudden panic in the girl’s voice was enough. Heather looked up into the girl’s face, but Angie was staring up the road, toward town. It was still more than a mile off, but the unmistakable dust cloud of a vehicle could clearly be seen against the black backdrop of highway road. Someone was coming and with no other roads branching off of the main, it would take them right past Angie’s trailer. And there was no way of knowing who was inside.

Angie wiggled out of Heather’s lap and fell back into her seat, the two of them glancing around quickly for her discarded t-shirt. The floor boards were bare and their bodies were still getting used to being untangled from one another. It was dumb luck that they were sitting because Heather doubted she could rely on her legs to hold her up, much less be tasked with walking.

The V-shaped cloud of desert sand drew closer at a leisurely pace so if the driver suspected something was amiss just down the road, they weren’t showing it. Angie had crawled unsteadily into the back seat, rooting all over the bench for the article of clothing but came up empty. Neither could focus on the shirt, as the vehicle seemed to be bearing down on them impossibly fast in their state of panic.

Angie was chanting, “Dammit, shit, fuck, fucking, FUCK!” At last she gave up the search and hopped over the back and ran, scrambled up to her front door, and disappeared inside. Heather was left alone trying to act natural, not knowing HOW to act natural, and completely failing. Apprehension had a vice lock over her heart that only tightened as the stranger drew nearer.  Practicality dictated that she and Angie were too far away to be seen clearly. From such a distance, the driver would only have been able to see a car, innocently parked in the drive, and perhaps the two occupying heads but no more. This was, however, a very quiet voice inside the rave her mind had become, each scenario Heather could dream up worse than the last:

…Sheriff Rick, having tailed them, watched from a distance with binoculars on some police instinct hunch that the new gal in town wasn’t all that she seemed.

…Angie’s father returning home early or perhaps having spied the two of them leaving together and determined to see what sort of horrid person would lure his daughter into their car?

But it was a rust-eaten pickup truck that rumbled along the road. It did not even pause as it went past. Heather vaguely recognized it from the diner parking lot earlier in the morning and assumed it belonged to one of the ranch hands, perhaps going into town for a resupply before heading back in to work for the rest of the day. The windows were so caked with layers of dirt that visibility was nigh an impossibility if not for the two fan-shapes carved out of the front windows by the wiper blades. She watched it go for a long moment, trying to get her breathing under control, and refused to look away until the tailgate vanished from sight.

“They gone?”

Heather glanced up to find Angie’s head poking out from a crack in her front door. She looked up and down the road anxiously.

“They’re gone,” Heather reassured without feeling the slightest bit calmer. “That was close…” It hadn’t been, not really and they both knew it, but the notion was of little consolation.

Angie was nodding her head and still tossing her head back and forth, scanning the road and making no move to come out.

Heather slumped her shoulders and raised her chin, breathing out a sigh of relief into the cloudless sky. When she looked at Angie again, she found the door standing open and the girl venturing down the steps to the desert floor. She had donned another shirt, this one a sun-burned orange sleeveless that hit her at mid-thigh. Heather couldn’t help but dredge up the image of what she looked like underneath but there was nothing erotic about it now. Her nerves were shot and she was trembling all over for entirely different reasons.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I should have invited you inside first,” Angie explained, sounding as if she were scolding herself for careless behavior. She looked up hopefully, meeting Heather’s gaze from beneath her bangs. “Do you still want to…?” Something must have shone on Heather’s face because Angie quieted, let the sentence die on her lips.

Heather swallowed dryly before speaking. “I think this was a mistake, maybe. Angie, if anyone ever found out about…” She could not bear to put what they had done into words, suddenly overcome with a terrible sense of shame and disgust with herself. what had she been thinking? How foolish — how utterly stupid!

“I thought you might say something like that,” Angie nodded. Her cheeks were still stained scarlet from arousal and Heather imagined her own were too. Angie crept forward and held out her hand to Heather. “That’s why I wanted to give you these, to change your mind.”

Heather gaped at what she was offering. In her outstretched palm was a pair of girl’s panties, crumbled up into a tight ball that was slowly unfurling before her eyes after being held in Angie’s tight fist.

They were white cotton briefs with the yellow W of Wonder Woman stenciled over the butt. Angie turned her hand over and dumped the panties into Heather’s open palm. Heather did not even recall extending her arm out to accept them. They were damp and she willed herself to believe it was from sweat from Angie’s hand, though she knew it wasn’t.

When it became clear that Heather wasn’t going to speak, Angie said, “Just… keep them and think about it, okay?”

Her intentions were clear. Why else give someone a pair of dirty underwear unless for one specific purpose. They both understood what this meant and deep down, Heather knew she should give them back. She should drop them into the sand and apologize again for her behavior, then drive away. She was once again given an opportunity to end this once and for all, stop it before it gets any further and risk crossing some invisible point of no return.

Heather carefully folded the wad of clothing and slid them into her back pocket. It took all of her will power to keep from smelling them but that would all come later. Once she arrived home, when she could strip down to nothing and press them into her nose and mouth, the vibrator buzzing desperately between her legs…

“I don’t have anything to give you,” Heather replied dumbly, wondering if she was bold enough to gift her own soiled underwear, but Angie waved her off, smiling warmly.

“You gave me so much,” she breathed. “So much more than I can even say, more than I’ll be able to thank you for!”

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Tommy X

The sudden yammering of Amanda’s alarm brought her back to reality — and for a moment, just a moment, she found herself wondering if what had happened yesterday was a dream.

The girl slid a hand into her panties and felt her newly smooth vulva. Definitely real.

She went to the bathroom to pee, take a quick shower, and brush her teeth. Walking back to her room, she passed Kelly on the way to her own morning routine.

“G’morning, sis,” Kelly said with a wink, her voice low and sultry.

Despite herself, Amanda blushed furiously. All she wanted to do was push Kelly up against the wall, drop the towel wrapped around her body and fuck her big sister silly. But she could also hear their mom downstairs, preparing breakfast. With a sigh, she trudged back to her room.

Moments later, Amanda was dressing for the day, slipping into pink bikini-style panties and a matching bra. She was now painfully aware of how mundane her selection of underthings was, and made a mental note to have Kelly take her shopping for something new… something wicked.

It delighted Amanda, the thought of using birthday money from dear old Gran to purchase sexy, barely-there lingerie. If you’re gonna play wild, she told herself, you gotta dress the part.

She pulled on a black knee-length pleated skirt and silky black blouse, then bounded downstairs, where she wolfed down her bacon, eggs and toast. As usual, Kelly skipped breakfast altogether.

When it was time to go, Kelly honked the car horn and Amanda, giving her mom a quick goodbye kiss, shot out to the car. If anything, she was more nervous and excited than on the previous day — her first at the local high school.

Unlike then, this time Kelly was smiling as Mandy got into the car. “Great outfit, sis,” she said as they pulled out of the driveway. “Always dress for success,” she continued, “Or more specifically, always dress to bring the attention to you. Dress like you’re on top of it all, in control. If you feel sexy, you feel confident.”

Amanda nodded, not sure what she was agreeing with, but knowing that she would do anything her big sister asked of her.

They parked in the student lot, then Kelly turned toward Amanda. “Okay, lunch is Ms. Garcia’s planning period. Just head over to her classroom then. I’ll meet you there.” Kelly reached out to touch her sister’s cheek. Taking a quick glance around to make sure they couldn’t be seen, she leaned over and kissed Amanda, who melted in her big sister’s embrace. It was over too soon. “Time for class, baby sister. C’mon, let’s go.”

Amanda watched Kelly from behind as they walked toward the school, hypnotized by the sight of her big sister’s gorgeous ass, stuffed into tight, low-rise jeans. She wasn’t sure what Kelly had in store for her that day, but thinking about it had her as nervous and excited as she’d ever been.

Mandy all but floated her way through classes that morning. Barely paying attention, wrapped up in her own fantasies, she dreamed of making love to her sister in infinite ways.

Soon enough, it was lunch. Amanda stashed her things away in her locker, then made her way upstairs to Ms. Garcia’s chemistry lab.

She hesitantly knocked on the door, “Come in,” came the answer.

She entered. Ms. Garcia was seated at her desk, which faced rows of double lab tables. These were big black waist-high benches that the students used for classwork and experiments.

As Mandy slowly advanced into the room, Ms. Garcia glanced up at her with a puzzled expression. “Yes? Can I help you?” she said.

Amanda appraised her with a newly awakened lesbian sensibility. The teacher had short black hair, cut a bit severely for Amanda’s taste. She wore glasses, a white blouse and a black skirt. Ms. Garcia was petite, 5 foot 2 inches or so. Her body wasn’t thin or fat, but matronly. Comforting, even. She was still attractive, but in her younger days she’d been a knockout — a true Hispanic beauty.

“Yes, Amanda, what is it?” Ms. Garcia asked, raising her eyebrows.

Amanda realized she had just been standing by the door for at least twenty seconds, staring silently at the teacher like an idiot. “I, uh, I mean, I was s-supposed to… um,” she stammered.

Just then Kelly burst through the door. “Hi, Ms. Garcia!”

The teacher perked up immediately. “Ah, Kelly, my favorite student! How wonderful to see you!” She stood up, walked over and embraced Amanda’s big sister.

Kelly hugged her back and, still holding Ms. Garcia around the waist, said, “I’m sure you know my sister Amanda. I was hoping we could talk about her grades this upcoming semester. Maybe even some extra credit…?” Kelly smiled devilishly, looking into the teacher’s eyes.

“Oh, I see,” Ms. Garcia said, looking down at Kelly, returning the teen’s knowing smile. “Well, I’m sure we can work out something to keep her on track.”

“Oh, thank you, Gail,” said Kelly invoking the teacher’s first name — which Amanda had not known until just then. “That would be great!”

With that, Kelly pushed up on her tiptoes and gave Ms. Garcia a kiss on the mouth. Amanda gasped, her heart racing as she watched her sister kiss the chemistry teacher. Her astonishment only grew when Ms. Garcia returned Kelly’s kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues met as their embrace grew passionate.

Amanda immediately felt herself getting aroused. Her nipples had hardened beneath her shirt and her clit was awake and quivering.

Breaking off their kiss, the two lovers turned toward Amanda. “Oh, sorry, Mandy,” said Kelly. “Got a little carried away, didn’t I?” The sparkle in Kelly’s eyes made it clear that she wasn’t sorry at all.

Amanda tried to speak, but her mouth just opened and nothing came out. Her brain had stopped working — a combination of overwhelming lust and nerves.

“Are you initiating your sister, then?” Ms. Garcia asked Kelly. “She’s a lucky girl. When it comes to sex, you’re an amazing teacher.”

“That I am,” grinned Kelly. “Would you like to see just how amazing?” she added, slinking over to Amanda.

“Oh, my, yes!” answered the teacher. She went around to her desk, pulled out her chair and rolled it in front of the classroom, then demurely sat.

Kelly leaned in to whisper in Amanda’s ear, “Don’t be scared, sweetie… just follow my lead. You’ll be great.”

Gently guiding her baby sister to one of the lab benches, Kelly kissed Amanda, taking the younger girl in a loving embrace. Amanda heard Ms. Garcia softly sigh.

Turning around to face their audience of one middle-aged teacher, Kelly tugged her shirt over her head, then took off her bra. Now her perky breasts were free, her nipples aroused. She slid her jeans down to her feet and stepped out of them. Kelly had gone without panties, so she was now totally nude.

From her chair, a smiling Ms. Garcia.spread her legs and hiked up her skirt. To her surprise, Amanda saw that the chemistry teacher wasn’t wearing panties either. Her pussy had a thick, dark, but neatly trimmed tuft of hair.

Kelly was touching herself, moaning soft and low. The teacher and student were separated by six feet of space, but connected by a bond of needful lust.

“God, Kelly,” whispered Ms. Garcia, “You’re beautiful. You make me so wet.”

Kelly smiled, “Thank you, Gail. I love being the teacher’s pet.” Kelly slid a finger into her own pussy. “Mmm, I’m wet too. Aren’t I, lover?” She offered her sticky finger to her younger sister. Amanda, overcome with desire, pulled the finger toward her and slid it into her mouth, tasting her sister’s cunt.

“Ohhh,” Ms Garcia moaned. She had unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her bra. Gail’s breasts were large and lovely, topped by big, dark areolas. She pinched her nipples, gazing intently at the two sisters as they kissed and fondled each other.

“Your turn, Amanda,” said Kelly and began to undress her sister.

Amanda’s skirt had just hit the floor when Ms Garcia frowned. “Tsk, tsk. Some teacher you are, Kelly. Are those panties she’s wearing? Hmmm?” She was clearly just having fun with the girls, but Amanda blushed anyway.

Playing along, Kelly exclaimed in mock horror, “Oh no, whatever shall we do? I’m a failure as a mentor!” She bent over, exposing her ass to Ms. Garcia as she slid her sister’s panties down to her ankles. “Step out, sis,” she murmured, and Amanda was quick to obey.

Kelly stood up, Amanda’s pink knickers hooked over her finger. “Hmm, I have an idea.” With that, the teen seated herself on the lab bench and spread her legs wide. Her smooth-shaved pussy was wet and inviting, and Amanda started touching herself while she stared at it.

Ms. Garcia was teasing her clitoris with a fingertip, breathing heavily as she watched Kelly’s lewd display.

Kelly also began to rub her clit, masturbating for the teacher. She held Amanda’s panties up to her nose and inhaled. The smell of her younger sister’s arousal seemed to turn Kelly on immensely. She fingered herself faster, letting her fingers run down her slit, spreading the wetness across her pink lips.

Amanda leaned against the table, playing with her pussy as she watched, aching to go down on her sister.

Suddenly, Kelly took the panties away from her face and raised her head up to look at Ms Garcia, who was alternating between swirling her clit with her fingers and plunging those same fingers into her dark-haired cunt. Seeing she had the teacher’s full attention, a smirking Kelly began to rub her pussy with Amanda’s panties.

Amanda gasped at the sight. It turned her on more than she could have imagined to see Kelly masturbating with her panties. Shivering with arousal, she thrust a finger deep into her vagina.

Kelly turned over and got up on hands and knees, her ass facing Ms Garcia, then glanced over her shoulder and giggled. To Amanda’s amazement, her big sister began to slowly push those pink bikini panties into her pussy, slowly stuffing them inside until not a hint of the fabric remained visible.

Her cunt now fully engorged, Kelly was breathing heavily, trembling, on the verge of orgasm. “Ohhhh, shit,” she moaned.

Amanda couldn’t take any more. Falling to her knees, she leaned in and licked her sister’s moist slit.

Kelly moaned, “Oh God, Mandy, yes… more!”

Amanda obliged, frantically lapping at her sister, prying her buttocks apart for complete access to Kelly’s pussy. Ms. Garcia was moaning lustfully behind them, but Amanda could barely hear a thing over the blood rushing to her head. She lashed out with her tongue, spreading a mixture of saliva and vaginal juices over every inch of Kelly’s exposed sex.

Kelly began to quiver, an orgasm rapidly building inside of her. “Oh, fuck, Amanda — lick my ass!”

Hastening to obey, Amanda circled her sister’s tight pink anus with her tongue while Kelly collapsed onto one elbow, using her free hand to rub furiously at her clit. Kelly’s sphincter muscles relaxed slightly and, taking the invitation, Amanda plunged her tongue into her sister’s rectum.

Kelly began to come, bucking against her hand and her sister, burying Amanda’s face in the crack of her ass. Her moans rose to a tiny shriek, then she went limp. Amanda kept licking her from behind.

Kelly took a moment to catch her breath, then swung around, hopped off the lab bench and dropped to her knees before a startled Amanda. “Your turn, little sister,” she grinned, and began eating Amanda out with passion and fervor.

Her heart pounding wildly, Amanda locked eyes with Ms.Garcia as Kelly pleasured her — sucking at her clit while probing her juicy cunt with two fingers.

Amanda was already so keyed up that she couldn’t last for long — within seconds an orgasm ripped through her that seemed like it might never end. Simultaneously, Ms Garcia shuddered and bucked where she sat as she finger fucked herself to a savage climax of her own..

Humming happily to herself, Kelly lapped up every ounce of her sister’s juices as Amanda slowly came back to reality, lying dazed on the lab bench.

Licking her lips, Kelly turned toward Ms Garcia. The older teen was seated on the floor of the classroom, legs spread wide. Her eyes locked with the teacher’s, she hooked a finger into her cunt and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled out Amanda’s soaking wet panties an inch at a time until they dangled from her hand. She brought them to her nose, breathing in the rich aroma of pussy.

Rising to her feet, she lazily strutted over to Ms Garcia, who was flushed and breathing heavily, recovering from her own earth-shattering orgasm.

Amanda watched the scene from the lab bench, propping herself up on the table for support as her knees gradually regained their strength.

Clenching the sodden panties in her teeth, Kelly leaned in and kissed the teacher through them, then pulled away. Ms. Garcia just sat there, legs spread, tits out, now holding Amanda’s panties in her own mouth.

“Now, that should be worth an “A”, don’t you think?” Kelly said to Ms. Garcia.

Ms. Garcia nodded weakly, still overwhelmed by her incredible orgasm.

Kelly stretched her limbs as she turned back to her sister, then clapped her hands once. The sharp crack was loud in the quiet classroom. “Up and at ‘em, sis! Let’s get dressed, it’s almost time for class!” Bending down to kiss Amanda, she slid her hand down to her sister’s still quivering clit, giving it the tiniest of rubs.

Amanda shivered, already wanting more. How could that be? But Kelly was right; the bell would be ringing soon.

Without a word the girls got dressed, cleaned themselves up as best they could at the lab sink, and headed off to class.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Unfastened Belts

I’m not completely sure why I’m writing this down, but I think the main reason is that it’s turning me on. Let’s be honest, though — the reason you’re reading this in the first place is that it’s turning you on as well, so we’re kind of in the same boat here.

My name is Lisa. I was born in Germany in 1991. This story is about how I discovered my sexuality, and how I started to fall in love with my sister Bo when I was about fourteen and she eleven. About half of the story is true, the other half is wishful thinking, so you could think of these as my embellished memoirs.

My mom was an office clerk. My dad worked for a company that stocked building centres. He travelled in his car a lot, and usually wasn’t home for most of the week. My parents had been brought up as Jehovah’s Witnesses, and that’s how they raised Bo and me. They divorced a few years after the events of this story took place.

My parents stopped being actively religious when I was eleven or twelve. After getting married, they’d gone from door to door instead of pursuing careers, trying to save people because the end of the world was supposedly imminent. When Armageddon didn’t come, they became disillusioned, stopped proselytizing and didn’t take us to the weekly congregations anymore. We still sort of believed in the doctrines, though, so Bo and I grew up thinking that premarital sex wasn’t okay, drugs were evil, et cetera.

I was around thirteen when I first became aware that I even had something like sexuality. I was reading Stephen King’s It, which I had sneakily borrowed from the library. My mom had told me not to read it because she was afraid that demons might live inside, but after skimming the first few pages at the library, my curiosity got the better of me.

Reading the book was exciting enough because it was full of horror and evil beings, both otherworldly and human, and it really gets what it’s like to be eleven years old. But near the climax of the book, it goes into crazy taboo territory – child sexuality. Seven friends, six guys and a girl, have defeated the evil demon, or at least they think they have. They try to escape from Its lair and find their way back again, but they get lost. Beverly says she knows what to do. They’re in the dark, but the guys can hear her strip naked, and she proceeds to have sex with all six of them. It’s written very beautifully, from Beverly’s perspective, full of emotion and tenderness. How it managed to be published though, I have no idea.

Reading that scene gave me feelings I’d never had before. I was in shock from having found a book with a sex scene, which would have been bad enough to read for a pious girl. But not only that, it was about sex between children, which would have been unacceptable to think about even for someone who wasn’t religious. Beverly was two years younger than me, too. It sounded so beautiful though; beautiful, exciting, amazing. How could it be a bad thing?

After I hid the book in my desk drawer and turned out the lights, I lay in bed thinking about what I’d read, seeing the scene clearly in my mind. Without even thinking about it, I slipped out of my pyjama pants. The softness of the blanket on my naked legs felt amazing. I shivered even though I was warm.

With my eyes closed, I slid the palm of my hand between my legs, resting softly on my panties, right over my pussy. I could feel my heart pulsing in my chest. There was an unfamiliar warmth inside me, radiating out from my pelvis. I hooked one thumb underneath the waistband of my panties, nestling it between the cotton and my skin. I enjoyed that feeling for a while. Then I slid in my other thumb, lifted my back, and pulled my panties down between my knees where I left them. Slowly, I moved my fingers back up my thigh.

It was late at night, and Bo was already asleep in her room next door. I wasn’t thinking at all about what I was doing. I just lay on my bed, stroking myself for what felt like an hour, although it couldn’t have been that long. I kept going and going, gently and slowly, building up to some kind of release. When I finally went over the edge and came, I squinted my eyes and squeezed my legs together, trapping my fingers over my mound. The feeling was so intense that it was painful, but I hadn’t known that pain could feel this beautiful. It only lasted three or four seconds.

Afterwards, I realized that I’d been holding my breath and exhaled forcefully, relaxing all of the muscles in my body. I opened my eyes in the dark, panting a little, and stared in the general direction of the ceiling — although I couldn’t be sure, since “up” and “down” were categories that didn’t exist for me right then.

Once back in my body, I started reflecting. I realised that what I had just done was called masturbating, and that we’d talked about it in school. Back then, I’d been disgusted at the idea of people doing it. Now I felt bad and awkward. I had given myself an orgasm!

Our biology teacher had once said in passing that masturbating was okay and that orgasms could feel beautiful. To my memory, the subject had never been explicitly discussed in congregation, but we were told on other occasions not to trust everything we were taught in biology — like the theory of evolution — so I was still scared that masturbating might be a bad thing anyway. At the same time, the sensation had been amazing. I had the uneasy feeling that I was going to do it again. I knew that if I did, it would be something that was only for me, and only for when I was alone.

I didn’t fall asleep for a while. My mind was racing and my body glowing. I melted into the universe slowly.

*****

A few days later, I started browsing the internet for information whenever no one was looking. My mom had a computer in the lobby that Bo and I used all the time. I hadn’t masturbated since that first night, but I kept thinking about it. It made me feel shameful, but at the same time, I’d become incredibly curious and wanted to know more. I read websites about female masturbation, with stories and tips from older girls. I also found out about the function of my clit, an organ which, oddly enough, had never been discussed in school.

My mom had talked about puberty and sex with me in a straightforward way when I was around ten, so when I started my period at age twelve, I was pretty well prepared for it. I felt at ease when we talked about my body, but Mom had never brought up the topic of masturbation. So initially, something inside of me still felt like I wasn’t normal. However, over the course of my online sessions, I realized that a lot of girls, maybe even most girls, masturbated. None of them seemed to think it was bad.

Eventually, I decided that masturbating must probably be okay after all, but that it would be best to keep my interest in it hidden from Mom and Dad. Thankfully, I knew how to clear a browser’s cache. I also suspected that my parents didn’t even know what a browser cache was.

As I became more comfortable with my fascination about the topic, my motive for reading masturbation stories gradually changed, from sheer curiosity to something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. A lot of the times I read those stories, the warmth that I’d felt in my pelvis the first time I touched myself came back to me. Sometimes, it would start to ache as I kept on reading. In the back of my mind, I knew what I’d have to do if I wanted to relieve myself, but even though I’d rationally come to think of it as acceptable, I still felt scared to actually go through with it.

*****

Around two months after I’d first played with myself, I was on the computer one Friday or Saturday around 9PM, talking to friends at my main online home, a message board and chatroom about Gorillaz, one of my favourite bands. Bo was already in her bedroom upstairs, and my dad wasn’t home.

When I heard Mom get up from the living room couch and plod over to the lobby where I was, I could tell that she was tired. Sure enough, when she came through the door, she said, “I’m heading to bed. I think you should go to sleep soon, too.”

I told her, “I’m still talking to my friends. Most of them live overseas, so we can’t talk when it’s daytime over here. Can I stay up for another hour or two, please? It’s the weekend, anyway.”

Mom thought about it, then said, “Okay. Just don’t stay up past midnight.”

Thrilled, I got up and hugged her. “Thank you, Mom! Good night, sleep well. Now off you go.”

She laughed. “Night, Lisa.”

By the time she was walking upstairs to her bedroom, I was already typing in the address of my favourite female masturbation forum. As I heard Mom close her bedroom door, I clicked on a thread titled, “What gets you in the mood?” Reading this forum, I thought.

“Thinking about this boy I like,” one girl said.

“Soaping up in the shower,” another offered.

“I don’t know, it just keeps happening to me randomly. Without even thinking about anything sexy, I suddenly become aware of my pussy and how good it would feel to touch it right now. It’s almost creepy!” someone had written.

I thought she was exactly right. Thinking about masturbation is what got me in the mood for masturbation. Turned me on, as the older girls called it. It was a self-perpetuating thing, seemingly without a connection to everyday life, mysterious. That’s why the thought of it was so exciting. The mystery made it feel powerful and spiritual — even more so because I was only indulging in the concept of it, while withholding the actual sensation from myself.

Just pondering that one comment got my body started. My temples were pulsing and my palms sweaty. My head felt too warm and I was getting dizzy. Most importantly, there was a throbbing in my lower body that felt at once sweet and aching. It almost made me nauseous.

I scrolled down the page. One person had posted a link. “This video always turns me on. I just love watching other people enjoy themselves,” she had said.

I felt something swirling and rumbling in the back of my brain. This is a porno, I thought. I’m definitely not supposed to watch pornos.

The sound of the mouse button scared me. The only other sound in the lobby was the constant low hum of the computer fan. I had clicked the link. A new browser window opened up, and a page with a video started loading. Alarmed, I immediately hit the pause button, then checked the speakers. The green LED was glowing. I turned them off.

I could get my headphones from my room, said a voice in the back of my brain.

Wait, Lisa, are you really gonna watch that video? my rational side replied.

I’m just saying.

Mom only just went to bed. Wouldn’t she think it was weird if she heard you walking to your room after you just asked her to stay up to talk to your friends?

What if I needed to get the headphones to listen to a song somebody showed me?

Fair enough. I gulped.

The video was only two and a half minutes long, but this was 2004, and our DSL connection was slow. From the progress bar, I could tell that it would take around five minutes to buffer fully.

Look, I told myself, why don’t you go upstairs, snag your headphones, and when you come back, you can still decide if you wanna watch it?

Yeah, why don’t you? the other voice taunted.

I walked upstairs as quietly as possible. Maybe Mom was asleep already and I didn’t want to disturb her. I went to my room, turned on the light and found my headphones.

I picked them up and looked at them blankly. What would I hear if I watched that video? I wondered.

Why don’t you go back and find out? the voice whispered.

As I passed by Mom’s room, I tried to hear if she was snoring, but everything was quiet. By the time I’d made my way back downstairs, the video had buffered more than halfway. It was paused on the first frame, a girl in just a t-shirt and panties sitting cross-legged on a bed, looking above the camera — probably at the person behind it.

The girl was cute. She looked to be in her twenties, maybe thirty? Not like she’s up to anything evil, I thought. I plugged my headphones into the computer. The video was almost fully buffered.

I made up my mind. I’m gonna watch a porno, I’m gonna watch a porno, I’m gonna watch a porno, my brain kept repeating. I clicked the play button.

“Hello,” said the girl and waved at the camera.

“Tell them your name,” a man’s voice said. He sounded friendly.

“I’m Melanie,” said the girl.

“Take your clothes off, Mel.”

Melanie took off her shirt. Her boobs weren’t big, but they were mesmerizing to me. I followed their motion as Melanie straightened her legs, lifted up her butt and took off her panties. She looked at the cameraman again, grinned, and flung her panties in his direction. “Hey,” he protested, then they both laughed.

The camera zoomed in on her a little bit. She was sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs, swaying a little. “Come on, Mel,” the guy said softly. Melanie smiled, let go of her legs and propped herself up against a huge pillow behind her. She relaxed and slowly opened her legs.

When her vulva came into view, I felt like my head was about to explode. I’d never seen an aroused pussy before. Her lips were deep red, slightly open and glistening with a soft sheen. I only got a full view for about two seconds before Melanie’s hand covered her vulva. She started petting her lips, but then she looked up at the camera for a second, laughed and turned her head, closing up her legs around her hand.

“Mel,” the guy said.

“Don’t look at me,” she protested.

“Okay,” he chuckled. She glanced at him and he must have turned the other way, because she opened her legs again.

Melanie dragged her index finger between her lips, then started circling her clit with it, cautious at first. When she seemed sure the guy wasn’t looking, she relaxed some more and focused on her task. She was using all her fingers now, gently stroking her pussy in circles.

My own pussy was pulsating. It almost hurt.

As Melanie was picking up speed, she started to moan softly. Listening on headphones, it sounded like she was moaning right next to me. I shuddered. My heart felt like it was melting in my chest. “Oh, oh, oh!” she said, then she came. Her hand stopped moving and her face scrunched up. Her butt lifted slightly off the bed, and she let out a long, sighing moan. “Oooh.”

“That was beautiful,” the guy said. Melanie’s eyes were still closed, but she smiled. Her cheeks were flushed. The video cut out.

I was really worked up. My breath was coming fast. I could feel sweat gathering on my forehead. My face felt flushed. I was clinging to the edge of my chair and my toes were curled up. My pelvis felt like it was filled up with hot jelly. I clicked the replay button.

I watched the video all over again, but this time, when Melanie started playing with her pussy, I put my hand in my pants, over my panties, and cupped my own pussy. I didn’t know if I was imagining it, but I thought I could feel it pulse with my heartbeat.

I put my hand inside my panties, on my pussy. It was almost like touching a hot stove. I was getting really light-headed. I kept my hand nestled against my pussy until the end of the video. When the sound stopped, I realized I was panting. I just sat there for half a minute with my hand in my panties, then I took off the headphones, closed the webpage and turned off the computer.

I picked up my headphones and walked upstairs. Feeling lightheaded, I needed to hold on to the rail. As I passed my mom’s bedroom, I forced myself to breathe through my nose to make less noise.

When I got into my room, my thoughts were racing again, but there was only one voice this time. I’m going to touch myself. I’m going to masturbate. I’m gonna play with my pussy. I’m horny. I need to tend to this urge. If I don’t touch myself, I’m gonna explode.

I stripped down naked in front of my bed and crawled underneath the blanket. I was still panting. When my hand found my pussy, I whimpered a little. This was not gonna be like the first time, sweet and slow. This was urgent.

I used my left hand to spread my lips and touched my clit with my right hand. The direct contact felt like a bolt of lightning zapping through my body, and I jumped. I realized that as I was panting, I was also making voiced “huh” sounds, and forced myself to stop doing that.

My hand was trembling as I brushed my fingers lightly but more and more rapidly over my clit. It only took half a minute until I came. I squeezed my legs together tightly with my hand clamped over my pussy and let out a quiet, high-pitched wail.

My whole being was wrapped up in that orgasm. It was the best feeling I’d ever had.

I stayed on the plateau for a while, tried to cling to it. It subsided and I thought it was over, but then a smaller second wave came over me, like a miniature version of the first one.

That aftershock faded too, but my mind was still going. I watched a porno, I masturbated again, I watched Melanie play with her pussy, then I did the same, I was horny, I watched a porno, it’s forbidden, I touched my clit, and I came, and I watched a porno, and I masturbated. Then my lights went out.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Purple Les

We had got cleaned up and dressed, and then me and Sammie set the table and made a pot of tea. Even though it was only like 4:30 in the afternoon, it seemed later ‘cause the days were so short and the sky was so gray.

Then Mom and Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue were home with the food. Well it was great as always, and we all tried each other’s food too and there was still a lot of food left over. All thru dinner though I couldn’t stop looking at Sammie and Aunt Sue, and thinking about them being naked together.

Then I was thinking of not just them naked together, but of Sammie’s little sister Penny naked with them too. Penny had just turned 7 and was so cute, and the thought of them all playing with themselves, watching each other, and maybe doing more than that. I was getting horny I think. I must have been ’cause all off a sudden Mom was going, “Katy! Are you daydreaming? Your Aunt Billie asked you a question.”

“Huh, I’m sorry Aunt Billie, what did you say?”

“I asked if you’d had enough to eat?”

“Yes, thanks. I’m stuffed.”

Then we opened up fortune cookies, and read the fortune aloud, and added “in bed” to the end of each fortune, a couple were pretty funny ‘cause they sounded dirty, but funny dirty.

After we had cleaned up the table, Mom and Aunt Sue had a drink, Aunt Billie didn’t ’cause she was driving later.

Mom told me to go try on all the new clothes I had got for my birthday and Christmas, and I didn’t want to, I hate taking all those clothes on and off over and over. But Sammie said it would be fun, saying she would help me, and we carried all the boxes up to my room while the grownups sat around gabbing.

I took off my sweater and jeans and was in my long underwear. Sammie would help me put on a dress then I would go down stairs to show my Mom and Aunts, and Mom would say too small, or that’s great, or they would say like perfect for school, or whatever, and then I would take it off so Mom could take it back to the store or wash it before I wore it ’cause I hate scratchy new clothes. Then I would go back upstairs to put on the next one. I didn’t mind them seeing me in my long johns, and Aunt Sue at one point said, “You should be a ballerina Katy, you look just perfect for that.”

As I was going back up the stairs, I heard Aunt Billie say, “God I just love her ass Sue, so firm and round. So hot just like her mom.”

Well, I was getting tired from going up and down the stairs, and all and I asked Sammie how much more. She said, “Just one last thing, this two piece swimsuit. I think it will look great on you, It’s a nice bright yellow, and I think you look nice in yellow.”

So I started to pull it on, and Sammie laughed and said, “Silly, you can’t wear it over your long johns. Take them off first.”

Then I was just in my panties and t-shirt, and Sammie told me I can’t wear a swimsuit over my underwear, so she watched me get naked. Well, not quite naked. I had my socks on, but I liked getting naked for her. It made me feel sexy the way she looked at me, and I did like a fast, little butt shaking dance for her. She handed me the swimsuit back and I put it on and went downstairs, but now I was feeling kind of excited from Sammie seeing me naked.

My mom liked the suit, Aunt Sue said it was a little big, and Aunt Billie said I would grow into it by summer time. I turned to go back up, and Mom said “Hey not so fast give me the suit.”

I felt my face get hot, “Mom! I can’t! I’d be naked!” It was one thing to get naked for my cousin, but the grownups? I felt kind of shy.

“It’s just us girls. No one cares Katy,” said my Mom.

“I see my daughters naked all the time Katy. I’m sure you don’t have anything they don’t,” said Aunt Sue.

I could see I wasn’t going to win so I pulled the top off. I figured they had already seen my bare tits that morning anyway. Then I turned my back to them and pulled the bottoms down and off real fast, and ran upstairs. As I was going up Sammie was coming down, and she yelled, “Streaker!” and I heard them all laughing.

I came back down all dressed, and after a while Aunt Billie said to Aunt Sue it was time to head home. Then we all said goodbye with hugs and kisses.

Mom said how about if me and Sammie got ready for bed and we could watch one of the new movies we got for Christmas.

So me and Sammie went up to my room, she watched me get naked and I put on my flannel pajamas. I never wear my underwear to bed. Then I lay down on my sleeping bag while I watched Sammie get naked. She put on her pajama top, but then she stood over my face, one foot on either side of my shoulders, and started to play with herself.

That was like so cool, I could see like all of her pussy and butt looking up at her like that. Her finger went inside her pussy, and Sammie said, “Let me see you play with yours, too.” She turned so she was facing toward my feet, and I pulled down my bottoms and started rubbing myself.

We watched each other and then she said, “Hey Katy, how ’bout I lower my pussy to your face and you can lick it again and, I’ll lick yours too, you want to?”

I said sure and she started to bend her knees and her pussy was coming slowly toward my mouth. I couldn’t wait to lick her again and the best part was she would lick me too. Her knees were on either side of me now. I could see inside her pussy, and I could see her butthole too. I’d never seen any one’s butthole before, and it made me feel extra horny for some reason. Then I could feel her breath on my pussy. I moved my head towards her pussy and stuck my tongue out,  and then Mom yelled up the stairs, “Hurry up you two, I have all the DVDs unwrapped.”

We both jumped and I bit my tongue. Sammie got up and put on her bottoms, and I pulled mine up and we put on our robes and slippers.

Sammie kissed me and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll do it later.”

I made her promise to, and if I was asleep to wake me up so we could to it. Then we went downstairs.

Mom said to pick a movie that wasn’t too long, and I picked a real old one, “Dracula’s Daughter” that Aunt Sue had given me ’cause she knows I like old monster movies.

Mom said I’d have nightmares, but I said I wouldn’t. It was in black and white and kind of cool. The woman vampire I think might also have been a lesbian maybe, but I started to doze off.

Mom made me go brush my teeth and took me upstairs and tucked me in my sleeping bag. She kissed me goodnight, and I told her to tell Sammie not to forget.

Mom said, “Forget what?”

I said, “She’ll know.”

I woke up later and had to pee, so I went downstairs to the bathroom. Sammie and Mom were watching TV, and I wanted to watch too, but Mom sent me back up to bed.

Then I couldn’t sleep, the more I tried to sleep the more awake I got.  So I went back downstairs to try to watch TV with them again, but real quiet so I could see if Mom would look like she’d let me stay up or not.

Well the TV was off, but the Christmas tree lights were on. In fact, they were the only lights on. I could hear something but I couldn’t make it out. I was hiding behind the kitchen wall and I saw something moving under the tree. I went to the other side of the kitchen and looked out the other kitchen door. I could see under the tree now, as my eyes got used to just the Christmas tree lights. Well, to be honest I looked a long time before I was sure what I saw.

Sammie was on her back, on the floor, the top of her head towards me. My mom was on her hands and knees over Sammie but facing the other way.

The tree lights made their skin all blue, red, yellow, green, and white at different times ’cause of the way the lights blinked. As I looked more, I could see they were both bare naked. I couldn’t believe it. Mom was looking at the ceiling and saying, “Shit Sammie, don’t stop, don’t stop, almost there!”

I could see Mom’s big boobs swinging around.

Sammie was moving three fingers in and out of Mom’s pussy, and I wasn’t sure if it was the coolest or grossest thing I ever saw, but Sammie was licking my Mom’s butt hole. I guess because Mom was liking it so much I decided it was the coolest thing I’d seen.

Then Mom had a cum. My Mom had a big cum! I really couldn’t believe it. The moms in the stories I read came all the time, but my Mom?

Then Mom put her head down, and she was licking Sammie’s pussy. I knew she had to be. She may have been licking Sammie’s butthole too, but I couldn’t see to know for sure. I could see my mom’s pussy and butthole now too!  Mom’s pussy was bigger than Sammie’s, lots bigger, but I liked the way it looked, all shiny and even more like a big flower than Sammie’s. I thought Aunt Billie was right. Mom had a really nice ass.

Sammie was grabbing Mom’s ass and spanking her too, and saying to my mom, “Fuck, Aunt Carol! I’m gonna come, gonna come on your fucking face!”  Sammie was pounding her hands on the floor and moving her head back and forth, and I knew she was going to come hard.

I pinched my arm as hard as I could, ‘cause I thought for sure I was dreaming, though I never had a dirty dream this good before.

As hard as I pinched myself, nothing changed, so I knew I was awake. This was really happening.

I went back upstairs before I got caught. In the stories I read I thought maybe I should have got naked and jumped out and joined in, but I was scared to do that.

I got in my sleeping bag, I put my hand down my pajama bottoms and my pussy was all gooey.  I tasted my fingers, it tasted a lot like Sammie’s pussy had, but sweeter.

When I would read those stories about moms and daughters, I would have to play with myself, but now that I’d just seen my Mom doing that for real, with my cousin, I really didn’t know what to think. And Sammie saying dirty words to my Mom! I couldn’t believe I’d heard them like that, but I had.

Why was Mom doing it with Sammie instead of me? I know I’m not as hot as Sammie, but if Aunt Sue did stuff with her seven-year-old daughter, why didn’t Mom do it with me? I was nine now after all. Maybe Aunt Sue liked young girls and Mom didn’t. But then she had made me get naked in front of all of them before.

Then I had the worst thought, maybe Mom didn’t really love me.

I remembered one time when Aunt Billie slept over. Aunt Billie slept over lots of times. But this one time I woke up and heard Mom moaning, like she was sick. I was going to go check on her, then I remembered Aunt Billie was with her and would take care of Mom if she was sick, then it sort of came to me that maybe they were doing something dirty. Now when I had seen what Mom was doing with Sammie under the Christmas tree, I knew that those times Aunt Billie stayed over, they must have been having sex.

I fell asleep thinking about all that stuff. Nothing seemed to make any sense to me.

I woke up hearing voices and laughing. I looked at the bed. It had been slept in but Sammie wasn’t there.

I took off my pajamas and put on my clothes from yesterday. It was 7:00, so I went downstairs to see what was going on.

Everyone except Aunt Billie was there. Uncle Peter, Aunt Sue, and Penny all had their coats on.

Mom told me to go wash my face.

When I came back out I felt more awake and asked what was going on.

Uncle Peter said, “I got called back to work, something really important, so we have to head home.”

I didn’t say nothing, but I thought it was really crummy. He was wrecking the rest of the week.

“Katy, put on your coat and boots and help Uncle Peter finish loading his car up,” Mom told me.

I carried Sammie’s suitcase out and helped Uncle Peter move stuff around. Then he told me to get everyone out there so they could get going. He kissed me goodbye and I said to have a nice trip. Then I went in the house, and I opened the hall door to the kitchen pretty quiet.

No one saw me, but I saw Sammie and Mom give each other a very wet kiss goodbye, and then Mom kissed Aunt Sue the same way. The thing that really surprised me is Mom picked up Penny and they had a real wet kiss too. I shut the door and made some noise and opened it and said, “Uncle Peter said to ‘get your butts out there right now.'”

Penny hugged me goodbye, and Aunt Sue hugged me and kissed me, but not a hot kiss, and they all went out with Mom behind them, except for Sammie. She hugged me and gave me a big wet kiss. Then she said she was really sorry she had to go. I started to cry, and she said “Don’t cry. I love you Katy.” And then she said, “Don’t worry, we’ll pick up where we left off next time I see you.” Then she winked at me and went outside. I wanted to ask her why she didn’t wake me last night, but I was crying so I didn’t ask.

Me and Mom waved at them as they went out the driveway and down the street.

We went back inside and it was just us again. Aunt Sue had brought a big cake yesterday for dessert but we were all too full, so Mom said, “How about some cake for breakfast?” I was all for that.

Mom told me to go shower and put on clean clothes. She said since we were up and about early it was time to get some things done around the house.

In the bathroom I threw my clothes in the hamper, and I sat on the toilet to poop. While I was pooping, I saw a big black and blue mark on my arm, and then I remembered that was where I had pinched myself last night. It made me start to think about everything all over again while I was in the shower, and I told myself from then on I would always wash my butthole real good, just in case someone ever wanted to lick it. I didn’t think it would ever happen, but I would be ready just in case.

I spent the morning writing thank you notes while Mom had started the laundry and cleaned the house, then she helped me address the notes and put stamps on them. Then Mom helped me change the sheets on my bed.  We cleaned up some of the Christmas clutter, and we had a late lunch of leftover Chinese food.

While we did the dishes after, Mom washed and I dried like always. Looking at me, she said, “Katy, you’ve been very quiet today. Is everything okay?”

“I’m just tired I guess.”

Mom leaned over and kissed my head, “I love you angel.”

I don’t know what happened to me. I suddenly had no control, and the water works just started. I yelled, “I’m not an angel, I’m awful!” and ran crying to my room.

Mom came up after a while. She sat on the bed and rubbed my back and asked what was really wrong.

“Katy,” she said, “you don’t lie, cheat, steal, or smoke. You help around the house and study hard. What do you think makes you so awful? Tell me, I won’t get mad no matter what, I promise.”

I believed her and I sat up next to her and she made me blow my nose, and she wiped my tears.

I took a deep breath. Then I told her everything. Yeah, THAT everything. I started by telling her about the story site I went to, and how I would read dirty stories about moms and daughters and sisters all having sex, and how I masturbated while reading them. Then I told her what I’d seen last night, and she bit the knuckle on her first finger and closed her eyes like she always does when she’s nervous or scared or there’s bad news.

“Katy, I’m sorry you found out about me and Sammie that way. I don’t know what to say, but I guess I have some explaining to do.”

“Mom, I don’t mind about you and Sammie. I’m not jealous or nothing, but I don’t understand what’s wrong with me, I mean how come you never had sex with me?” I looked down at my feet. “Mom don’t you love me?”

“Of course, I love you! I love you more than anything, but… well… I just didn’t think you’d ever want me to love you that way, you know… sexually. Do you want me to love you that way?”

Now that she asked me outright, I wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know, Mom. Sometimes I think I would, but I just don’t know now that you ask me.”

“Katy, I would never make the first move toward you sexually, but if you decide that you want to, really, really want to, then I will let you make the first move, okay?”

“Okay, but I wouldn’t know how to make a move on you, Mom.”

“If you decide you really want to, you’ll figure out a way, and I won’t reject you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Are we good now?”

I said we were, more than ever, and I hugged her hard and kissed her on the cheek.

“Now, Kathleen Anne Watson, that sounds like the stories you read must be for adults. How did you get past the child protections I set up on the computer?”

“You promised not to get mad.”

“I’m not mad, Katy. I just want to know.”

“Well I figured out your password. Just so you know for the future Mom, Carolwatson 1234 isn’t a very good password.”

“Okay, young lady, I want you to stay up here and take a nap or read your comic books for a while, at least an hour, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. I will and I’m sorry.”

“I am too, honey.”

Mom started down the stairs, then turned around. “Katy, what’s the name of the site you read at?”

“Juicy Secrets. You won’t look at it, will you? I don’t want you to think I’m weird, Mom.”

“You just do as I said, Katy.”

So I unrolled my sleeping bag on top of my bed and got in with all my clothes on and zipped the bag up. I was looking at a new comic book I had, but I just kept staring at the first page, not even reading it, and then it was getting dark, so I thought I would rest my eyes a minute, but I must have fell asleep.

I woke up ’cause the phone was ringing. My room was dark, and I could see on my radio clock the big green numbers said 7:00. I went downstairs, and Mom was laughing and just hanging up the phone.

“That was Aunt Sue. They got home okay. How are you doing? Have a good nap?”

I just nodded and went to the bathroom to pee and wash my face.

When I came back out Mom wondered if I was hungry, and I was a little, and we both had another piece of cake.

We ate it in the living room, watching TV. After we ate, Mom asked me, “Katy, do you like those stories? At that site, I mean.”

I told her I liked most of them, but that some of them were so good it made have to masturbate while I read them.

“You didn’t go there did you?”

“Yes I did, and, well, what I looked at was… um… yes, very exciting. I guess I don’t mind you reading there too much, there isn’t anything really bad or mean there that I could see, and… well… I guess you kind of got some education there in a manner of speaking.”

“Wow, Mom, does that mean I can keep reading there? Say yes? Please say yes! Please, pretty please, with cream and sugar please! Please?!”

“Okay, on one condition.”

“What?” Now I was a little nervous, ‘cause I wondered what the condition would be. I hoped it wouldn’t be extra chores or something.

“Don’t look so nervous, Katy. I just want you to tell me what your favorite stories are there.”

So I told her, and she said she would check them out sometime.

“Mom?”

“Yes.”

“Sammie told me something, and I don’t know if she was fooling me, or if it was for really true. Then after what I saw last night, I really don’t know.”

“What did she tell you?”

“She told me that when Uncle Peter is away on business that… um… well… her and Aunt Sue and Penny all go around naked, and I guess even masturbate with each other and stuff. Do you think that’s true, Mom?”

“How would you feel if it was true, Katy?”

“Well, honest I think it would be real cool.”

“Katy, this has to be just between us, you can’t tell anyone ever, but yes, it’s true. I think I had better tell you a few things about our family.”

Well I sat right next to Mom and couldn’t wait to hear what she was going to tell me, ’cause I was a little scared, but I also had a feeling it was going to be real hot.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Marcy sat in the chair, hunched forward with her head down staring at the tiled floor. Her forearms rested on her knees as she slowly wrung her hands together.

She couldn’t remember the number of times she’d sat here this way. Waiting, hoping, and even praying for some good news. But it never seemed to come.

“I’m sorry, Marcy,” was all the woman had said. It was all she had to say.

Marcy sighed. ‘I’m sorry’, she thought to herself. After three years of trying it ends with ‘I’m sorry’.

Her husband Jack, who was sitting beside her, reached over and softly placed a hand on her arm.

“We’ll find another way, honey.” Trying to sound empathetic, but knowing full well there wasn’t anything else they could do. Well, at least nothing they could really afford to do.

Marcy raised her head, shaking it slowly from side to side. She looked across the oak desk at the woman sitting behind it, then at her husband, then back at the woman. Marcy could see in the woman’s eyes that she truly felt bad for her.

“Thank you, Doctor Sheppard,” she said, trying to put on a brave face.

“No, Jack!” she started, turning toward her husband. “There is no other way. I can’t do this anymore. I’m drained! Our savings are all but gone!”

Marcy leaned forward again and buried her face in her hands. She would have cried, she wanted to, but the tears wouldn’t come anymore.

After a few moments of silence, Marcy sat up. “I’m just not meant to have children… We,” she paused, “are not meant to have children.”

She stood. Taking a second to regain her composure, Marcy fussed with her hair before offering an outstretched hand to her doctor.

“Thank you again for all your efforts,” she said with sincerity.

Doctor Jennal Sheppard, a handsome woman in her late fifties, had been Marcy’s family doctor since the day she was born, and had been her parents’ doctor for a good ten years before that. She felt more like a family friend than just her doctor.

Jennal got up from her seat and made her way around the desk. Ignoring Marcy’s gesture, she took the young woman into her arms and held her close.

“I’m truly sorry, sweetie,” Jennal whispered, hoping to give some level of comfort.

“Thanks,” Marcy said as the embrace ended. She smiled again, then turned and left the office. Jack thanked the doctor and followed his wife out.

The car ride home was quiet. Marcy didn’t feel much like talking. She leaned against the side window, absently watching life on the city streets go by.

It isn’t fair, she thought to herself.

Marcy had known since she was a little girl that she wanted a child, a daughter in particular. She wanted a daughter she could love the way her own mother had loved her. And more recently she wanted a daughter she could teach about the joys of being with another woman. Just as her mother had taught her. And just maybe, a daughter, who, if she was willing, would become her lover. The way her mother had been for Marcy shortly before she had been taken away.

She looked at Jack and felt a twinge of guilt. Not because she couldn’t give him a child, but because she had been deceiving him for the last four years. Marcy liked Jack very much. He was a kind and caring man, one who would give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it. Marcy believed Jack would have been a great father. If only she loved him.

She first met Jack through her best friend Zoey when she was around six years old. Zoey’s mom and Jack’s mom were best friends, and had been for years. Jack, being four years older than the girls, really didn’t pay much attention to them. Not until they were in their late teens anyway.

By that time Marcy and Zoey had been lovers for many years, and Marcy’s sexual relationship with her mother was just starting to blossom. Zoey had moved away the summer before her last year of high school when her mother landed a really good job in another town. Sadly, it was only a short time after that that Marcy’s mother had passed.

Marcy missed being with girls, especially younger girls. She hadn’t been with one since she was twelve, a cute eight-year-old named Crystal that she and Zoey had babysat at different times. Marcy had all but forgotten the pleasures she and Zoey had shared with that little girl…

 

She’d been reminded of Crystal one afternoon recently when she was at the mall. Marcy had been shopping for new clothes and had stopped at the food court for a quick bite. As she sat in a booth eating her burger, she couldn’t help notice a group of three women and three young girls at a table not far from her. Marcy was transfixed by one girl who appeared to be the youngest among them. This child, maybe ten or eleven years old, wore a pair of very tight shorts that only served to display her sexy camel toe. Marcy studied the girl discreetly, and noticed the longer she watched the more she was getting turned on. She wanted to turn away from the sight but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Marcy placed a hand between her legs, and was a bit surprised to find that the crotch of her sweatpants was damp. That familiar feeling had come back and Marcy’s pussy was crying out for attention. After another quick glance around, her hand somehow seemed to find its own way down inside the front of her sweats and to her wet pussy. Marcy continued to follow the young girl with her eyes as her hand gently played with her clit.

The girl went up to the Subway counter with one of the women whom Marcy guessed was most likely her mother. While the teenage server was preparing their order, she eyed the little girl numerous times. When the two left the counter with their order, it was apparent to Marcy that the server was checking out the child’s bum.

Shortly after that, the teenager that had served the pair went toward the restrooms on the other side of the food court passing close by the group of girls and women. The young girl, seeing this, got up and followed her into the ladies room. Several minutes later, the two girls came out again at the same time, both appearing flushed. They smiled at one another and then parted ways.

Did what I think happened really happen? Marcy asked herself, only adding fuel to the fire that was burning in her crotch.

She tried her best to act normal, holding her burger in one hand while the other was in her pants bringing herself to orgasm. Marcy bit her lip as her body shook in silent ecstasy. As she calmed down, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed.

Sitting in the food court, Marcy laughed to herself after considering what she had just done. She had masturbated in public while lusting over a preteen girl. Feeling safe, she eased her way out of the booth, took another look at the young nymph, and then left the mall.

During her last years of college, Marcy had hooked up with a few girls her own age. But it just wasn’t the same. Marcy decided at that point that it was the time she had a daughter of her own to love. It was then that she looked toward Jack to be the man to give her one…

 

Construction slowed the traffic, and Marcy turned her attention to what was going on outside her window. It was a brisk February day. The cloudy sky made the world seem drab and dreary. Car exhaust hung in the air like an early morning fog. Passersby were rushing to get to their destinations and out of the cold.

Standing in the doorway of a building directly across from her, Marcy saw two young girls in a loving embrace. The girls appeared to be no more than twelve or thirteen and close enough in appearance that they could be sisters, possibly even twins. They had a similar build and stood about the same height. One, however, had long blonde hair that reached below her shoulder blades. The other, short raven black hair. They were dressed in waist-length dark winter coats, blue jeans, and calf-high black boots trimmed with fur.

Much to Marcy’s delight, the girls started to kiss. The blonde reached down, placing a hand on the raven-haired girl’s ass and gently squeezing it. Their kiss was deep and passionate. Tongues danced together between their mouths. Hands explored forbidden places as best they could. Their hot breath rose in billowing clouds around their faces in the cold February air. Surprisingly, though, not a single passerby seemed to notice the two girls holed up in the doorway. Marcy was starting to feel that familiar warmth between her legs as she squeezed her thighs together out of instinct. Her gaze was fixed on the young lovers in the doorway and she silently hoped the traffic wouldn’t start moving again too soon.

Marcy could feel herself getting wet. Watching these girls brought back fond memories of hot summer nights making love to Zoey when they were the same age. Sleepovers were not uncommon for them, and they usually unfolded the same way. The girls would more or less behave themselves while the adults in the house were still awake. They would do the things most preteen girls do when they’re together. However, this didn’t stop them from making out or petting each other every now and then.

Once they were sure it was safe, the clothes would go away. The two would fall onto the bed and hold each other and begin to kiss as if they had been apart for months.

Zoey would always be the first to start to explore with her hand. First, she would caress Marcy’s arm, then her thighs, then back up to squeeze the small mounds on her chest, pinching at the nipples. Zoey would move her hand down over Marcy’s flat belly, dipping a finger into her bellybutton, and on to her sparse patch of pubic hair. After a couple of moments of playing there, Zoey would put two fingers on Marcy’s clit and slowly rub in a circular motion before moving down through her wet valley and into her moistening pussy, only to remove the fingers and place them back on her clit to start the cycle over again. This would drive Marcy wild, drawing out little whimpers and moans. Her body would twitch as bolts of electricity raced through her preteen body each time her clit was rubbed.

Taking one of Marcy’s small, yet very sensitive nipples into her mouth, Zoey would play her tongue around the nipple and gently suck on it. Simultaneously, she would rub her young friend’s clit harder and faster. Marcy would moan and claw at the sheets. It was hard not to make too much noise, but getting caught by Zoey’s mom was a real possibility which only served to add more excitement to their lovemaking.

By the time Zoey moved down to her throbbing pussy, Marcy had already had one small orgasm. Zoey savored the taste of Marcy’s juices with a long lick of her pussy before taking her clit into her mouth. She inserted two fingers into her vagina and with slightly curved fingers soon found Marcy’s special spot.

The horny Zoey fingered Marcy rapidly while her tongue rolled around her clit, and the twelve-year-old came hard. Marcy’s body went stiff as she pushed her hips up. Grabbing the pillow beside her, she held it over her face to muffle the scream that escaped her lungs. Zoey kept her mouth clamped on her young friend’s pussy and drank up all the juices that freely flowed from her. Once Marcy had come down off her high, she knew it would be her turn to make love to her dearest friend…

 

“Finally!” Jack exclaimed, bringing Marcy out of her daydream. As she looked back at the two lovers once more, the pair stopped kissing and simultaneously turned to look directly at Marcy. Their eyes locked with hers, and the two young girls smiled as if to say, We know you were watching us, and what you were thinking.

“At last the traffic is moving,” Jack continued, his wife’s lustful voyeurism going unnoticed.

Marcy glanced forward at the traffic for only a split second. But when she looked back at the doorway again it was empty. Marcy looked up and down the sidewalk as best she could from the car, but didn’t see a trace of the two girls.

* * *

Later that night as Marcy lay in bed, she found it difficult to keep her mind on the book she was reading. With the sad realization that she couldn’t have a child, and the incident with those two young girls on the street, her thoughts were scattered.

She closed her book and set it on the nightstand. Marcy was about to the turn off the light when there was a soft knock at the door.

“It’s open,” she said, knowing who was there. The door opened and Jack stepped in. He crossed the room and sat on the foot of her bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’ll be all right.”

“I had a thought. It might do us both some good to get away from here for a while,” he said, taking her hand in his.

She looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Next month I have that seminar in Florida to go to. I was thinking I could take some extra time off and we could both go down a few days prior. Gary from work went last year and he said the resort it’s held at is a small, out of the way place, and very nice. It has a pool and its own beach,” Jack explained.

Marcy was intrigued. “A beach, eh? It would be nice to get away from this miserable weather. When would we go?”

“The week after spring break. So no wild university parties going on,” Jack replied with a chuckle.

Marcy laughed and smiled. That was something she had not done a lot of lately. Maybe a getaway would do her some good. She looked back at Jack and grinned.

“Okay,” she said. “Sounds like fun.”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Sammy

We had been sitting in the Starbucks parking lot with the radio on for what felt like hours before either of them made a peep. It was probably no more than a few minutes, but still, nearly a record silence for Lizzie.

“Can we at least get hot chocolate while we’re here, Mommy?” she finally asked.

It wasn’t funny, but I burst out laughing anyway, with Brenda joining in a little uneasily. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Lizzie stick out her tongue.

“Sure we can, honey bunch,” I said, putting on my best face and reaching into my purse for my wallet. “Why don’t you run in and get us three. With some cookies.”

“Okay. But when I get back, you’re not gonna be weird. And we’re gonna talk.”

“Honey nut snickerdoodle,” I told her. “With coconut. And it’s a deal.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing. No, that’s not a thing.”

“Well, then I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”

Lizzie brandished a doughy fist at me and stomped off, gracefully. (Yeah, I know. How the hell do you stomp off gracefully?)

“So what happened? Really?”

I looked at Brenda, or tried to, my face hot with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at my behavior at the house. “I saw them.”

“…saw them?”

“Paulette and Felicia. Together.”

“Oh my God… I know you told me a little bit about you guys, but I had no idea…”

“Of course you didn’t, Brenda.” I was surprised at the harshness in my voice, and turned away. Through my window I saw Lizzie getting in line in the coffee shop behind four or five people.

“So what did you see?”

“Something when I was walking up to the door.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know, not exactly. Not until I opened the door and walked in. They were in there, together.”

“In… where?”

“In the living room, in a sleeping bag. Together. Fucking.”

“Fucking?”

“I mean, I assume so. Whatever’s done between legs near the bottom of a sleeping bag.”

“And you just grabbed Lizzie?”

“And now we’re here.”

“Well, maybe it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that. Maybe… there’s more to it.”

“Like what? Maybe she was painting her mom’s toenails?”

“No, no… I’m sorry, Abby.” She reached her hands out and grasped one of mine, bringing us down to bask in the heater panel. “How—” I could sense her swallowing “—are you feeling?”

“I feel… ridiculous, more than anything else. But I had to get out of there. I couldn’t let Lizzie see that. To be introduced to real sex… like that.”

“Why not?” She asked.

I said nothing, and kept my eyes out the window.

“Because… you want to do it yourself? For real?”

The tears started again. “Paulette told me I shouldn’t! That I shouldn’t risk it. That it was unfair to Lizzie. And she and I, we were… helping each other. But then she just abandoned me. To do it herself.”

My shoulders sunk, a long second or two, before Brenda brought a heater-warmed hand to the back of my neck and began stroking. I relaxed into her touch.

“So you mean it’s not what she did, exactly…”

“Yes! This wasn’t how I was supposed to wrestle over this shit. I’m not stupid, or disingenuous by nature. I know what was coming. But I don’t do great with blindsiding under normal conditions…”

Brenda’s hands pulled away, together down to her lap. “I feel so selfish, now, having you run errands for me when you have so much to deal with.”

My instincts clicked, my hands taking hers again. “It is not an errand, Brenda, and I want you to stop with that silliness, okay? You are a very important part of my life.”

There was movement on her face, but it remained cast down.

“Look at me. One of the most important, okay?”

Her grin widened and I felt her fingers move across the back of my hands.

“That’s why you’re going to help me talk to Lizzie. Because there’s no way in hell I’m doing that myself.”

We shared a chuckle as I dried my eyes, turning away sharply to the side mirror when the back door opened and Lizzie climbed in, easily managing the tray in one arm. She leaned forward to place our cups in the holders between the seats, pausing for a moment as if to sense the energy in the car. Finally, she removed two dark brown cookies from a paper bag and handed one to each of us.

“No honey nut snickerdoodle. Coconut or not.” She paused once more. “But I’ll let it slide.”

Lizzie settled back, reached around for her seatbelt, darting her eyes away when it clicked, up to the rear view mirror where I was waiting for them, again, in which I melted when she smiled, again.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, my mind went unavoidably to Paulette as a mother, to what she must be thinking, wondering. She had to know I wouldn’t do anything silly like go to the police, but I couldn’t suffer a conversation with her to allay any fears. Not right now, anyway.

I made a right turn and continued on to Brenda’s house.

. . . . .

For the second time in an hour I found myself sitting in a car with a beautiful girl, staring at the ass of another one as she walked away. A better writer would probably resist the urge to tell you that her seat was offering her quite the déjà view, so it’s a very good thing I’m not one of those.

“I hope she’s okay, Mom,” said Lizzie. “I still think we should have gone in there. At least one of us.”

“I think she’ll be fine, sweetie. You know how strong she is.”

“It sucks that everyone can’t have a mom like you. Then the world would be a really great place.”

What an angel. “Sometimes not even good moms are enough, baby.”

“Hmph. If you say so…”

I saw my daughter’s eyes veer over my shoulder, and I turned my head to see a young girl, seven years old or so, latching Brenda’s backyard gate closed and walking down the driveway toward us. I’d never seen her before, but she was striking — thin, long, long legs for age, but adorable chub in the cheeks and an even cuter mess of brown hair. Lizzie rolled her window down and waved as the girl approached.

“Hi, Claire!”

“Hi, Lizzie,” the girl replied, less than enthusiastically. She didn’t speak for a few seconds once she reached the car, looking down shyly at a red envelope she held in both hands. “Is this your mom?”

“Yeah! Oh, sorry. Claire, this is my mom. Mom, this is Claire. Brenda’s sister.”

“Oh. Wow. Okay,” I eked out, mortified listening to the words leave my mouth. “It — it’s nice to meet you, Claire. You can call me Abby.”

“Are you guys who Brenna’s goin’ with?”

“Um, yes, sweetie. She’s going to stay with us for a bit.”

“I’m gonna miss her. I don’t ever see her pretty much at all. Now I probably never will.”

“Well, as long as it’s okay with your parents, you can come over to our house and visit whenever you like.”

“I… don’t think that’ll be okay.” She looked down again at the envelope. “But can you please give this to Brenda? My mom asked me to, but she’s fighting with Steve.”

“Your mom is?”

“No, Brenda. My mom isn’t home, but she told me before she left to get this to Brenda without Steve seeing it. So here.” Lizzie reached out the window and took the envelope from the girl’s hand, which was trembling faintly.

“Don’t worry, Claire,” Lizzie told her. “We will.”

“Thank you very much.”

Suddenly, her head jerked and she started around the front of the car. “Okay, my daddy’s here, bye!” she called as she ran toward a blue sedan that had pulled up in front on our left. “Tell Brenny… I love her. A lot. And thanks, thanks again.” And she was gone.

“I… didn’t know Brenda had a sister,” I said to Lizzie.

“Yeah, but with a different daddy. I only knew about her ’cause she was with Brenda’s mom once when she picked her up from the arena. She’s nice, and she’s really interested in skating too. But Brenda made me promise not to tell you or anyone ’cause… well, I don’t really know why, but her mom didn’t have her with Brenda’s dad, so something about that, I guess.” She looked up at me. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”

“No, of course not. I’m proud you kept your promise to Brenda. It means a lot to me that you did. For reasons you’re smart enough to figure out. But…” I started, taking her hand, “there is a secret, another Brenda secret, that I do need to talk to you about. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, Momma. I know.”

“And I have a Brenda secret that I need to share with you.” She looked at me, eyes widened slightly. I nodded.

“I’ve thought about that… so much.”

I decided not to hold back. “That makes me feel really good, sweetie. Inside, and down below.” Her smile told me I’d decided right. “How about we get Brenda settled, and then we’ll have a talk. About everything.” She looked at me expectantly. “Yes, Paulette, Felicia, everything.”

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed the side of my mouth, slowly dragging her lips across my cheek until she was right beside my ear. “I wanna kiss you like, well, you know, Momma. But I know it’s not a good idea right now.”

“No, not a good idea at all…” I managed, already dripping wet. “I’m glad you’re such a thoughtful little girl. But Christ,” I added, lazily slapping my forehead and closing my eyes. “You gotta cut it out sometimes.”

We laughed, mingled for a few moments in each others’ eyes, and settled for a peck that nearly had me coming in my seat anyway.

“But first,” I said, composing myself, “I have a surprise to show my two girls.”

“A surprise?”

“Yes, something I think you’ll both enjoy very much.”

After Brenda got in the car with her bags, looking a little stressed but still chipper, I handed her the envelope. I told her who it was from, and how, but I didn’t pry. She thanked me and said nothing more.

I checked my phone. One missed call from Paulette, no voicemail. I turned it off as we pulled away. I didn’t want any interruptions.

. . . . .

It must not have looked like much to them as we pulled up, the large house nondescript save the bright purple shutters, but inside was the product of probably more work than anything I’d done in years, let alone in collaboration with someone else. I’d struggled to keep it secret, and whether to keep it secret. Walking up the cobblestones, Lizzie took both my and Brenda’s hands, and as we stepped inside, and they both got a good look, I felt a squeeze for the ages.

“What is all this, Momma?”

“Well, this is your grandmother, Lizzie,” I said.

Both girls stood for a moment, taking in the careful arrangement of photographs, articles, and notices; racks of all manner of skate gear and outfits spanning her career; and cases of trophies, certificates, and brightly colored ribbons of red, blue, gold, and one, a little left of center in the second rack, in pink.

“This is amazing, Abby.”

“I’m glad you think so, Brenda,” I told her, running my fingers up and down her arm.

Lizzie picked up a folder of photos and clippings from a LIFE shoot, done soon after my mother’s first gold medal, her incredible body spread across the pages in outfits more and more provocative. I watched as Lizzie’s eyes focused on a parody of the famous Coppertone ad, which featured the tip of my mother’s bottom peeking out as a baby polar bear tugged down her tights.

“How did you do all of this?” she asked.

“Well, you know there’s no real Hall of Fame for Canadian figure skating open to the public, and rather than donate her stuff to some limited selection only viewable by appointment, I thought I’d set something up here. So I got in touch with a very nice man at Skate Canada, who put me in touch with an archivist at CBC, and she helped me track down what I didn’t already have. And even helped with a grant for the lease on this place.”

“But where was all the stuff you did have, Mom? I don’t think I’ve seen more than a few of these things before.”

“In storage. I thought maybe showing them, like this, would make up for keeping them hidden away for so long. I’m sorry I did that, Lizzie.”

“I don’t care,” she said, enveloping me in a wide, warm hug. “Thank you, Momma. This is wonderful. More wonderful than I could have imagined.”

I squeezed back, inhaling her scent. Brenda joined in, wrapping her arms around us and kiss-kiss-kissing the side of my head. “Yes, Abby, thank you, thank you.”

“There’s something more, girls.”

I led them into an adjacent alcove, designated with a hand-painted sign that read Pat on the Podium.

“I know you’ve asked about these,” I said to Lizzie, pulling the Olympic medals, two golds and a silver, out of a mahogany case. “And I know I said they had been stolen. Which is what my mother told me. But the CBC archivist was able to help me track them down — because they were in her building!”

She looked at me, puzzled. “How, Mom?”

“Your grandmother just dropped them off anonymously in the lobby one day. with some other stuff. In a cardboard box. Apparently, it’s kind of a legendary story over there. Up there with Glenn Gould going gaga when Barbra Streisand stopped by.”

I doubt their attention survived my trivia droning, rapt as they were examining the medals, Lizzie with the first gold, and Brenda with the second and silver.

“Amazing…” she whispered.

I looked at the sight before me, the sight of their sight, in awe and curiosity and love, undoubtedly, and placed my hands around the hips of each beautiful girl, breathing in, feeling full.

“Amazing’s right.”

. . . . .

After the girls had examined and inquired about every piece of our little museum, and I got their valuable input about how to finish the set-up ahead of the opening, Lizzie wanted to show off the cooking skills she’d developed at Ellen’s. She made a lovely chicken parmesan — quite impressive for a girl of ten — which we enjoyed leisurely by candlelight, talking only a little, sharing our mutual anticipation for what we knew was to come.

My own glass of wine at dinner weakened my resolve enough to allow Brenda a glass afterwards, though not enough for more than a sip to Lizzie, who didn’t take to it anyway.

We were relaxing in front of the fire, a collection of Satie recordings on the stereo. Brenda was elbow-on-knee, reading a book of poems whose author I didn’t know, and I was running my fingers up and down my daughter’s arm as we lay together, her back to me. Lizzie’s eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn’t asleep. I love watching her in such moments: her vitality and vividness of presence diminish by none, merely adapt. There wouldn’t be a better opportunity, I thought to myself.

“Felicia…” I saw her stir “…and Paulette.”

Lizzie’s lip trembled, and I could tell she was struggling to stay cool. I knew Brenda was listening too.

“I saw them, together, when I went to pick you up. You know what I mean, right?”

“Uh-huh.” She was looking at me now. “Having sex.”

“That’s right.”

“Why were you so mad? I mean, you and me, we…” She struggled to find the words.

Brenda was respectfully silent and her eyes remained on the book, but I could see her sneaking glances.

“It’s hard to explain, sweetie. Some if is stuff between me and Paulette that we don’t need to get into.”

“But you already did stuff with Paulette, right?”

“That’s right. We’ve had sex.”

“And since we, well, might, you know…” She blushed. “I’m just confused.”

I struggled to answer her. “It was without my consent, or knowledge, Lizzie. It was too much, and the wrong way.  Because,” I cupped her face, “make no mistake, Lizzie. I want to have sex with you. I want to be your first. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

My daughter let out a whimper, barely audible, as she licked her lips.

“And I know,” I said, turning to Brenda, “someone else does, too.” Lizzie joined my eyeline, and both of them blushed. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Brenda allowed, looking a little shocked at my words. But she didn’t blanch. “Hell, yes. For years. Gosh.” She finished off her wine and placed the empty glass on the coffee table.

“Me, too, Brenny,” Lizzie whispered excitedly, turning back to me. “And you, Mommy. Ever since that kiss, I think, after we watched the video of Gramma. That’s still about the best night I can remember having. I love you so much. I want us to be together in that way, and every way.”

“Oh, Lizzie,” and my lips were on hers.

God, I missed her like this — I’d had no idea how much. I managed to restrain myself from complete devouring but crept toward it with delight, humming dreamily when my daughter’s tongue became the first to introduce itself, sucked and chewed as I felt her hand on my breast and an exquisite sensation on the back of my neck, soon, I realized, the product of Brenda’s lips, leaving streaks of saliva I could feel the air nibbling on.

“I’ve wanted you,” she said, “for just as long as I’ve wanted Lizzie, Abby. But you already know that.”

I murmured in assent, unable to leave Lizzie, who, remarkably, had worked my blouse open during our necking. Such a sweet little sex-fiend I had raised! And with such exquisite little tits! Which, I will say, haven’t grown much from the early peaks they were at that moment when I pulled her top over her head and marveled at them, nipples like dollops of strawberry cream. I bent my mouth down and took one in, chewing in response to her anxious squeals of “Mommy!”

Brenda had removed my blouse and was doing the same to my black bra, peeling the lace cups away and tweaking my nipples, which strained toward her touch. “So fucking beautiful. Goddammit. My dream.”

“I saw her first!” Lizzie chirped, winking as she took her turn on my nipples, my mind drifting back to memories of her nursing, exposing the reels to a transformative new light.

“Mmm, so nice, Lizzie. I love how you make me feel.”

“I’m so wet right now…” Brenda whispered hoarsely, nibbling my ear lobe in the same breath.

“Lemme feel,” I urged, thrusting my hand in the general direction of her lap. From touch I knew she had discarded everything but her panties, and likewise wasted no time getting my searching fingers to her sopping wet pubic hair. “Such a hot little cunny,” I wheezed out, stroking and poking.

“So hot for you, Abby.” Brenda set to tweaking my nipples, whichever one Lizzie wasn’t attached to at the time, switching back and forth.

“That feels heavenly, Brenda,” I moaned. “But may I see your tits?”

She laughed. “Sure, when you ask so sweetly and all…” Her black tee with the band emblem was added to the growing clothes pile behind us, and then there they were, small but perfect, like Lizzie’s but nurtured naturally and with care.

“You’re lovely. Perfect.”

Brenda gave me a goofy grin. “I don’t think they’d mind if you showed ’em your appreciation.”

“They do look awful welcoming.”

“I wanna see more of your daughter while you do, though.”

“I think I do, too.”

“I’m here, you know!” Lizzie harrumphed. “That seems like a habit with you guys.” We all giggled.

“Shut up and let her undress you.” I smiled, as I nodded to Brenda, “Get to it, hussy.”

“Old lady slang aside,” Brenda said, “you sure know how to make ’em, Abby. And raise ’em.”

Lizzie looked down with expectation and maybe a little pride as Brenda stroked up and down her tights, clearly luxuriating. Their eyes met. “You are fucking beautiful, girl.”

The spandex was soon gone, Lizzie’s panties either wrapped up inside them or forgone entirely. The disappointment at not getting to remove them myself, or at least see her in them, was entirely mitigated by the sight of her pussy, even more radiant than Brenda had described it, deep pink spreading in a perfect fade to the paleness of the surrounding skin and, on the uppermost portion, a set of fine golden ridges twining into a soft patch above.

Lizzie’s clit was already well-developed, peeking out adorably, and I found myself unable to resist. I started with a kiss, which she met with a giggle, which I answered with slurp. I could see her grip tighten on Brenda, whose breasts she had been lazily pawing. I focused on my daughter’s cunt, exploring with both a lover’s lust and the deep affection of a mother; I’d never felt either so intensely before. I reveled in her golden fleece, flicking my tongue across its tips — when I had an image of some mythological hero coming to steal it all away from me, and felt suddenly possessive. Not so much that I’d never share Lizzie with anyone, clearly. On the contrary, I felt compelled to show her off.

I felt Lizzie’s legs tense and I looked up, thinking I’d made her come, feeling her grip strain and tighten again. But my eyes moved further and I saw hers, drawing toward the doorway.

It wasn’t Jason and the Argonauts there, but Paulette, grin creeping up, with an awestruck Felicia by her side.

I hastily wiped a gob of girl-cum from the side of my mouth.

“I, uh, tried calling, Abby,” Paulette said, “but your phone’s been off for hours.” She motioned to Felicia. “We came by to… talk.”

I was too stunned to speak.

Felicia didn’t have the same problem. She and Lizzie shrieked each other’s names at once. “You look so… so beautiful, Lizzie! They are playing, Mommy, they are!”

Paulette stroked the back of her daughter’s head in response. “I saw Brenda from outside,” she said, gesturing to the beautiful demurring girl, “really, really focused on something a little lower.” Paulette smiled and looked down expectantly. “Something pretty interesting, from the looks of it.”

“And, and, so—” I felt myself getting flustered, unable to form words, or even to complete my thoughts. “You thought you’d j-just —”

“Walk in and have a look?”

So flustered she’d beat me clean to the irony, which her shit-eating grin revealed she knew very well. Paulette also knew just how irresistible I found that grin.

Lizzie disentangled herself from my still-tensing limbs, stood up, and, without a word or a hint of self-consciousness, walked over, in all her natural perfection, to her very best friend in the whole wide world and kissed her on the cheek.

“I love you, Felicia,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, Lizzie.” Felicia kissed her back, on the lips. “Both things.”

And at once all the day’s events, maybe more, maybe every one of its hours and minutes and seconds seemed to press upon me with great weight until the dam burst and it came cascading down, cleansing and renewing, until I realized with finality that I had pretense to nothing at all but pleasure.

“I’m really trying to come up with something clever, Ab,” said Paulette as she stared at the girls. “But all I got is your daughter’s cunt looks delicious.”

Lizzie and Felicia grew quiet.

“Uh, yeah, I’m kind of in disbelief myself…” I said, slightly dazed.

“So much different than in the locker room, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes,” I replied, a little more confidently. Paulette eyed me as I took in Felicia’s bottom half, in tight white track pants. “There’s quite a bit from the locker rooms I wouldn’t mind seeing in another light…”

Our eyes met, and I knew we had the same thought.

“Would I be presumptuous in assuming you all might be up for some… comparative appreciation?”

At once, both Lizzie and Felicia blurted out: “We’re right here, you know!”

The three adults — or close enough — laughed at the pouts, which Felicia answered with a stomp of her boot as she began to disrobe. “If you wanna see my cunny, just say so, Abby!”

“Oh, precious, I want to see your cunny, and so, so much more…”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Brenda,” Paulette mused, biting her lip and glaring hungrily at the nude high-schooler. “I think my tits were exactly like yours at that age. I wish they’d stayed there, to be honest.”

Brenda smiled. “Comparison seems to be a theme tonight…”

She made her way with purpose to Paulette, starting to undress the older woman under a flurry of soft introductory kisses. Lizzie took the cue from her coach and started doing the same to Felicia, and it was now my turn for wonder at the dual disrobings taking place in my foyer. After Lizzie had finished helping her friend out of her clothes, she kissed her deeply on the mouth, pulling away to whisper, loud enough for me to hear, one more “I love you, Felly.” I began to usher us all to my bedroom, silently grateful that I’d decided not to replace my old ratty king-size mattress with something smaller.

When my foot reached the bottom stair, I looked back at Paulette, who was tucking her and her daughter’s boots into the front closet.

“…and lock the goddamn door!”

. . . . .

In all honesty, I can’t recall with much precision the sequence of the next four hours or so. I remember everything vividly, but almost as a single instance, temporally free, if you follow me.

Brenda finally getting at Lizzie’s butthole, tonguing deep inside that obscure object of desire, propped up on a pillow, me holding her legs as wide as I could, Paulette spreading her tense cheeks obscenely, Felicia sitting fat and happy astride her face, humming at the tongue-lashing received from the girl she was realizing was the love of her life; they were each other’s, that was undeniable, in way that neither Paulette nor I could encroach upon, though we knew we were loves of their lives, and each other’s, too, distinct but blissfully overlapping. In many ways, Brenda felt like the nucleus, giving and taking from each in turn, her excessive bathing in my daughter’s backchannels clearly an act of both. Lizzie loved having her asshole eaten, and we each took a turn, swapping roles with ease as my daughter lay throbbing, infectious energy urging us further still down our dark, delightful pathway.

The four of us feasted on all Lizzie’s little bits as we fed in turn on our own ecstasies, and each other’s, looking back and forth, between the eager responses of the body below and the possessed endless glee we all took in manipulating it, in the twitches and pulses. One raw nerve.

I remember Brenda, Lizzie, and I stopping after a fresh round of orgasms to watch Paulette make love to her daughter, slowly, with great curiosity and playfulness, over the course of what must have been an hour or more. There is one moment or sequence in particular: Felicia, Paulette having pulled her into a beautiful sixty-nine, greedily collecting her mother’s fluids on her fingers, first as a treat to her lips, then as lubricant as she worked one digit, then two, into Momma’s asshole. Paulette had waxed most of her nether-regions since she last time we were together, keeping a neat bush, and her whole slick was greased. She urged Felicia into her ass, taking long tastes of the girl’s own, trading with raw though purposeful trips through her vagina, lips sketched with faint hair of a deep black nevertheless. I couldn’t wait to see how her cunt developed.

“I love you, Mommy,” Felicia wailed, “I love you!”

“So much, baby, love you so much…” her mother moaned back. “Love you all…”

As expert as Paulette was at eating pussy, her daughter probably gave me the biggest orgasm that night — though she didn’t do it alone and it had a little something to do with my looking over as Felicia was starting, and seeing Brenda doing the same to my daughter.

Brenda seemed to start out nervously, trying to find the right rhythm, sweat dripping from her face onto Lizzie’s crotch, who, meanwhile, was enjoying things just fine. I was about to ask Felicia to stop so I could reach over and reassure the older girl… but just then Brenda looked up, taking in Lizzie’s obvious pleasure, and appeared to relax into it. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first second I saw you,” she whispered to Lizzie. “I’m so happy.”

“M-me too, Brenny,” Lizzie got out, almost too aroused to speak. “You’re making me feel so good! Almost… almost as good as Mommy!” She noticed my attention and looked back at me, embarrassed. “Almost!”

I laughed, clasping her hand tightly, then felt a sudden surge of activity at my own opening, fingers joining fingers. I looked down and saw that Paulette had crawled up from her daughter’s ass and was whispering in her ear, trying attentively to demonstrate some kind of hand position for Felicia at the same time.

Oh, God. She was teaching her daughter to fist me.

I squeezed Lizzie’s hand and let my head fall, our moans joining each other’s as Brenda continued to eat her out.

“That’s it, sweets,” Paulette cooed as Felicia’s hand began to curl inside my cunt, which her mother was augmenting with a zealous stroking of my clit. “Get your whole hand in there, right up your Aunt Abby’s cunt…”

Our eyes met on ‘Aunt Abby’, something Felicia had never called me but which nearly had me coming on the spot. I wrapped my legs around most of both of them, humping up as the ten-year-old’s fist went sliding down, helped along by her mother’s patient and adoring hands. Finally, she was all the way in, with both Brenda and Lizzie watching, astonished, as this little girl pumped her forearm in and out of me.

“Lizzie,” Paulette said, “why don’t you come and lick around your Mommy’s pussy while Felicia fists her?”

Lizzie giggled. “Felicia fists, Felicia fists, Felicia fists five fingers,” she sputtered out. “That’s a good tongue twister!”

Paulette and I shared another took. “Too easy,” she said.

My daughter made her way over to my crotch. As soon as that little pink bit left her lips and touched mine down below, I exploded, unimaginable pleasure coursing through every part of my body, and I passed out.

I awoke a little later to find Paulette’s face buried in my snatch, while Brenda nursed greedily from my nipples, going from breast to breast. In between licks she’d move her mouth over to the twenty ten-year-old toes between us, where Lizzie’s and Felicia’s bodies stretched down the bed, pressed tightly to each other, hands roving, tiny lips smooching, faces barely visible. I struggled to hear what they were whispering to each other so urgently, collecting tender pieces, warm refrains of “love you”—”missed you”.

The girls soon fell asleep, I came, for what must have been the tenth time, and then Brenda brought her lips up to my cheek.

“This really happened,” she said, yawning. “Didn’t it, Abby?”

“It’s happened, love,” I told her. “Really.”

“Rilly, rilly…”

She, too, was soon dozing atop my breast, uneven layers of cum caked to her cheeks like pastry frosting. I gave her a long, slow lick, chancing that a nibble at the side of her mouth wouldn’t wake her. There was a giggle across the bed and I turned to see Paulette where she had crawled to, grinning evilly and chewing the edge of my off-white comforter. I considered another go at her cunt, starting toward her on my knees in mock-prowl mode, but realized immediately I didn’t have the energy. Her laugh let me know she didn’t either, and she beckoned me into her arms.

“Things… really got away from us today, didn’t they?” she said.

“You could say that.”

“I’m so sorry, Abby, really. For lying to you. I just couldn’t say. I don’t know why. I was so happy and so ashamed at the same time… but what happened shouldn’t have happened like it did.”

“Well, I don’t know what happened, Paulette. Or how.”

“We were there last night, watching a movie, and Lizzie fell asleep…”

“No, how did it all start?”

“Just… let me get through this part, okay? I think it’ll be better.”

I nodded.

“The kids were in their sleeping bags watching the movie, and I was down there next to them, sitting on the floor wearing a robe. After Lizzie fell asleep, Felicia told me how pretty she thought Lizzie was. I agreed. Then she said that really turned her on, that I thought Lizzie was pretty. Then… she asked if Lizzie could play with us.”

“…play?”

“Play. That’s what we call it. I told her no. I said that was a decision you and Lizzie needed to make together. She was annoyed, but she agreed.”

“Okay…”

“She wanted us to play, though, so I started to urge her upstairs. But she stopped me. She said she didn’t want to go upstairs. She said if we couldn’t play with Lizzie, then we were going to play right next to Lizzie. And then her hands went to my breasts. I told her no, again, so she said she was going to go play with Lizzie herself.”

Paulette’s tone grew more serious. “I didn’t know what to do, Ab. I didn’t even know if she really meant it. She probably wouldn’t have done anything, or I know it wouldn’t have mattered even if she had. I — I just knew I didn’t want to risk it.”

“Go on.”

“So, uh, I gave in. I got in my daughter’s sleeping bag with her, and we played. She and I played for a long time, and… I think Lizzie might have woken up at some point and seen us, but I can’t say for sure. And when we finally finished playing, I stayed with her. I slept in the sleeping bag with Felicia.”

“Okay. And?”

She swallowed. “And… and then this morning, after we woke up together it just sort of started again, all by itself, and that’s… when you came in.”

She was almost in tears, and my heart ached for her. It was obvious I had no idea just how many shades and degrees there would be to fucking your pre-teen daughter. And as soon as that thought crossed my mind, I was dripping again.

“I don’t believe you, Paulette.”

“Y-you don’t?”

I smiled at her. “I don’t think that was it at all. I think you had that beautiful thing over there,” I said, pointing to Felicia, “all hot ‘n bothered, with that other little thing just a few feet away, and I think… I think you had a couple of hot little pussies right in front of you, and you just couldn’t keep your hands clean.”

We had been here often enough. Paulette knew what I was doing. “Well, you saw just how fun it was getting them dirty, when you walked in.”

“Not true,” I reminded her with a smile. “I didn’t see much of anything, in fact. Just Felicia’s feet sticking out of that sleeping bag like the Wicked Witch.”

“I’m pretty sure you bought her those striped knee-socks.”

“Ha-ha. Go on.”

“Where was I again?”

“I think we were getting to the original how, and the when.”

She nestled in closer to me, and began to play with my nipple. “It was right around the time Lizzie went to camp. Or a few days after. I had just said goodnight to Felicia when I heard her crying from the hallway. I went inside, to her, to the bed. Asked what was wrong. She said she missed Lizzie. Tons. She loved her, said she was in love with her.”

“Lizzie told me the same thing.” We shared another silent look at their sleeping bodies, still together.

“She started talking about how beautiful she thought Lizzie was, how much she liked being with her in the changing rooms…”—I could picture them then, mother stroking her daughter’s hair—”…comparing their breasts…”—Felicia’s hands creeping up her little girl’s chest—”…standing next to each other naked in the mirror, tugging on their barely-there-pubic hair…”—there, grabbing it in the bed, feeling it, fingers creeping down—”…Felicia telling Lizzie she couldn’t even see hers, so blonde was it, just an excuse to get nice and close…lean in…and…” Paulette slipped a digit in between my lips “…and take a lick.”

And I came, again, for the last time that night, blindly, half-consciously reaching my hand to Paulette’s cunt, for at least some symbolic reciprocity for the pleasure she had given me.

Sated, exhausted, with barely enough energy to blink, my mind nevertheless managed to crawl to a poem I’d read in college when I felt myself  sinking into the tangle of torsos and limbs I’d welcomed into my bed, spying the spindly branches outside the window, cool arms murmurously about me lay/While myriad snowy hands are clustering at the panes…

And it was dark.

. . . . .

Now, light on, many lights, high and low, cheering and cheering, music maybe but hard to hear, definitely something in the small of my back, a hand, Felicia’s, which I reach and grasp and pull through the crowd, surging even in the winner’s circle as we eagerly seek its new queen.

She’s moving slowly towards us, a sprite gold-bedecked amongst trees of tweed and down and leather whose congratulations she accepts with polite haste. Thanks, yes, later, she tells the reporters; write me, to the fans, I’ll answer personally.

I look over and see Brenda hand-in-hand with her mother, who is wearing Felicia’s medal, uncannily like the color of her lustrous metallic hair. She sees me and smiles, turning to the younger woman and kissing her close to the lips, quite close, close enough for suspicions to arise in, perhaps, only those who know what they’re looking for. Like me.

Oh. But I guess you don’t know what you’re looking for. Not exactly. Not yet. You don’t know about Brenda and her mother, or her sister, or that red envelope. It really is a lovely story. But it’s not mine to tell.

Brenda should be along shortly, to do that all by herself.

 

Hat tip to Amanda Lynn – thanks!